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Athena smiled whilst Dean told her a hilarious story from his CZW days; she listened intently as he talked freely about his hard core past and she found herself flinching as he casually mentioned some of the insane matches he'd been in over the years. She'd had plenty of busted lips and black eyes over the years, but Dean's stories made her most hard core match sound like a fluffy pillow fight.

She crossed her leg under her body as she shifted her body to face Dean, unable to believe how quickly she'd began to feel comfortable around him. Where she'd always thought he was an arrogant, selfish and at times cruel asshole, he'd turned out to be an easy going, funny, relaxed guy. Briefly, Athena had wondered why the sudden change in Dean. He'd made it no secret of his disdain of her all through her relationship with Seth, but she wasn't going to risk ruining how easy their relationship had become by asking him why.

With Dean seemingly warming to her, it made hanging out with Roman so much easier without having to worry about Dean being rude to her. She'd be lying if she said that she didn't enjoy hanging out with Dean, too. Athena had found herself travelling with Roman and Dean regularly and had been spending more and more time just hanging out in Roman and Dean's room, even if Roman wasn't there.

Dean stood up quickly, his muscular arms stretching above his head, his shirt riding high. He moved quickly heading towards the mini-bar, pulling out a beer for himself and tossing Athena a bottle of water over his shoulder. She giggled as she caught it her big blue eyes following Dean as he made his way back over the couch, throwing his body weight down before rolling his neck.

His calloused hand moved to the back of his neck and he unconsciously began kneading his shoulder.

"You should put some deep heat on that, it might help a little," Athena said as he continued to rub his aching shoulder with his eyes closed. He'd hurt his shoulder during the Money in the Bank ladder match the week before; not only had he hurt himself, he'd been robbed of the win too. Everyone could see that he had the match in the bag before Seth's new best friend, Kane, had made an appearance.

"Can't stand the stuff," he mumbled as he rolled his neck. "No matter how much I wash my hands after, I can still smell it on my fingers."

Athena licked her lips as she folded her hands nervously in her lap. "Well why don't you take a hot bath, or a hot shower then when you get out I'll rub some on for you."

He didn't say anything for a second. His eyes stayed closed and he didn't move to acknowledge her offer, finally he rolled his head to the side, his icy blue eyes opening as he brushed his dishwater curls out of his eyes. "You think you'll be able to resist me with my shirt off?" he grinned widely, a wicked glint in his eye.

Athena bit her lip for a second, a wide smile stretching across her red lips. "I'll try my best to."

He pulled himself up off the couch and skulked towards his bedroom. "Don't drink all my beer while I'm in here," he said without looking back at her.

"I wouldn't dream of it," she answered as she stretched out on the couch.

Athena channel surfed as she heard the shower come on from Dean's room. She thought excitedly about the following day, knowing she was heading back to her home town for the first time in months. Athena hoped that they'd leave the hotel early the next morning, she had pretty much the whole day off, just one phone interview with a local radio station, and she wanted to spend as much time with her family as she could. It had been so long since she'd seen her brother and her grandmother she had butterflies in her stomach at the thought, and she hoped desperately that she had a match the day after next on RAW, as her family would be attending.

Athena was surprised by how quick Dean was in the shower, before she'd even settled on a TV show his bedroom door opened and he cockily skulked out.

Unintentionally Athena licked her lower lip as Dean headed towards her shirtless, only a white towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was wet and slicked off his face, droplets of water dripping down his hard body; he smirked as he sat on the edge of the couch handing her the bottle of Deep heat. "Close your mouth, red."

Athena's eyes widened and she opened and closed her mouth like a fish for a couple of seconds before muttering, "Shut up, Dean."

He smirked at her muttered response as her cheeks blushed furiously. "Move over a little," she continued squeezing the cream into her hand before beginning to gently rub the cream over his strong shoulder. "Tell me if I hurt you."

Dean scoffed. "I think I'll survive."

She softly rubbed the cream into his shoulder blade, slowly moving up to his shoulder and over the top of his chest. He groaned deeply, his chest rumbling. Athena snatched her hand back as if she'd been burned.

"That feels so good," Dean moaned rolling his neck, his head eventually stopping and leaning on the edge of the couch, his light blue eyes finding Athena's. Moving her hand forward she began to gently rub the top of his, feeling the taught muscles beneath his smooth skin as he watched her.

Smoothing her hand across his shoulder once more Athena cleared her throat, blinking her wide blue eyes as she tried to focus her attention anywhere but Dean's rippling muscles. "I think that should cover it," he didn't take his eyes off her. She shifted slightly before standing quickly. "I'm just going to wash my hands."

Moving quickly she headed into the bathroom feeling her heart hammering in her chest. Why was Dean making her feel that way? How could his blue eyes make her stomach burn with desire? How could the feel of his taught muscles force her breath to catch in her throat? Since when was Dean hot?

She scrubbed her hands with soap furiously, trying to remove all traces of the Deep Heat from her skin. Athena's red hair fell forward as she stared down at her soapy hands only looking up as she flicked the remnants of water from her fingers; she dried her hands quickly before taking a deep breath as she tried to compose herself. Athena hoped for her own sanity Dean had changed into clothes from his towel.

Stepping back into the living area Athena sighed lightly noting it was empty, realising Dean must have gone to put some clothes on. A mixed feeling of relief and disappointed hit Athena. She sat down on the couch once again, folding her legs beneath her.

Hearing steps coming from Dean's room Athena expected Dean to come and sit beside her, only for her to jump slightly as his large hands landed on her shoulders. "My turn," he grumbled as he began to rub her shoulders deeply. Instantly she let out a soft moan and her plump lips parted slightly as his fingers kneaded her tense muscles through her thin vest. Suddenly his knee's appeared beside her and she realised he'd climbed onto the back of the sofa so that she was practically sitting between his legs. "Move forward," he said bossily.

She did as he commanded and moved to the edge of the couch and felt him slip down the couch so he was sitting behind her, his now short covered thighs rubbing against her hips as he slipped his feet to the ground so she was truly sitting between his legs. Athena relaxed more and more as Dean continued to rub her pale shoulders, she leaned back slightly as her eyes fluttered closed.

They were only closed for a second before she felt a pair of hot lips land gently on her shoulder; her eyes snapped open and she stared ahead unmoving as Dean began trailing soft kisses across her shoulder before beginning to trail up her neck. "Wh-what are you doing?" She asked, though she made no move to stop him.

"Kissing you," he answered between kisses. She found herself leaning back into him, feeling his solid chest against her back as his big hands came around and found her small hips. He held her tightly as his gruff scraped against her jawline as she turned to face him. There was no romantic pause, there was no eye gazing, Dean moved quickly his rosebud mouth finding Athena's plump lips almost instantly.

She moaned lowly into his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands burying within his wet curls. Dean's tongue probed against Athena's lips begging her to part them so he could explore her mouth; Athena allowed Dean into her mouth as he pulled her closer to him, her chest smashing against his own as he held her to him.

"I've brought dinner," Roman's voice suddenly filled the room.

Athena jumped back away from Dean, standing quickly her blue eyes flicking to Roman whose back was to her as he closed the door.

"I hope you're both hungry," Roman said blissfully unaware of what he'd just interrupted.

Dean smirked up at Athena, his eyes connecting with hers as he ran his thumb over his lower lip. "I'm starving," he spoke never taking his eyes away from the red-head.

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Dean drove his rental down the long street he'd previously driven down a couple of hours ago, his eyes flicking at every passing house as he tried to remember which house they'd stopped at earlier in the day when they'd dropped Athena off.

Athena, Roman and Dean had travelled to Athena's home town together in the morning dropping Athena off in a quiet modest neighbourhood before Dean and Roman had gone to do endless interviews and signings, promoting Raw for the following night.

Athena had barely spoken to him since their passionate kiss; she'd eaten her dinner with Roman and himself before quickly skittering back to her room, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide. The next morning she'd smiled shyly as she gave him the address she wanted to be dropped off at before going to sleep quickly in the back seat, barely saying goodbye when they arrived at her destination.

Slowing the car to a stop, Dean pulled up beside the house he was sure she'd skipped into earlier that day. It was a two story narrow house, the white paint flaking in places and a porch that you didn't need to stand on to know it was rickety. Getting out of the driver's seat Dean slipped a cigarette between his lips, he lit it in one swift movement before slamming the door and heading up the stone paving that led to the porch. His long legs skipped two of the steps as he took a deep drag of his smoke, he moved quickly his finger ringing pressing heavily on the bell.

Dean took a couple of drags on his cigarette before a teenage boy appeared in front of him. He was shorter than Dean by a couple of inches and had a mop of brown hair, his eyes were deep blue and staring. Dean guessed that he must have been about sixteen.

Before Dean could speak, the boy yelled without taking his eyes off him. "Hyena, I think it's you."

Dean raised his brows silently as the boy stared at him silently until Athena appeared beside him. Her red curls were piled messily on the top of her head, a few had broken free and framed her face. She wore a pair of low slung grey sweatpants and a white vest and didn't have an inch of make-up on. She looked lovely.

"Hyena?" Dean questioned leaning forward and outing his cigarette on a conveniently placed ashtray on the window ledge.

"Athena Hyena," Athena rolled her eyes as she said her family's nickname for her. "What are you doing here?"

Dean wanted to punch himself. Of course she was with family! She wouldn't want to hang out with him when she saw him almost every day but barely saw her family. "I was going to ask if you wanted to catch a movie or something," Dean dragged every word out. "I didn't think-"

Athena interrupted him by turning her head and angrily whispering to someone Dean couldn't see. "Luke, go away! How old are you twelve? Stop listening in doorways, weirdo," she made big bug eyes that silently threatened whoever she was yelling at before turning back to Dean. "Sorry, my brother," she rolled her eyes and Dean could see something caught her attention because she shook her head lightly and placed a hand to her forehead. "And here come's Grandma."

Instantly a tiny women with short white curls and twinkling mischievous eyes appeared beside Athena. "Well hello," the older woman said, linking her arm through Athena's, a wide smile plastering her wrinkled face.

"Uh-hi," Dean said, eyeing the small woman.

She turned to Athena. "You didn't tell me you were having a friend over."

"Oh I'm not staying-"

"I didn't know Dean was-" Athena and Dean spoke at the same time.

The older woman waved a hand in front of her. "Don't be silly, I'm making lasagne and I'm betting you don't get a whole lot of home cooked meals do you?" She didn't give Dean time to answer. "I'm Ruby, Athena's grandmother," she turned and began waving him in. "Come in, come in."

Athena mouthed an apology to Dean as she stepped away from the doorway so Dean could enter.

"Athena, take Dean's coat," Ruby shouted as she headed into the kitchen, her back to Athena and Dean.

Dean shrugged off his jacket and Athena took it from his hands quickly as he wondered what the hell he'd got himself into. He wanted to fuck her, not hang out with her family! He followed Athena around a corner and into a small room that had one cream sofa and a small cloth armchair. Luke sat in the arm chair, his arms spread out and his deep blue eyes watching as Athena and Dean entered the room.

"This is my brother Luke," Athena began before turning to Dean, her head tilting to look up at him. "You want a beer or something?"

Dean nodded. "Beer sounds good."

She turned quickly and headed out the room, leaving Dean standing in the middle of the living room with Luke's wide eyes staring at him. The room had generic cream wallpaper and dark wood floors, the room was lit by several unmatching lamps and there was a small table covered with framed photographs next to the Television. Dean eyes focused in on the photographs and noticed several were of Athena. There was one of her as a child, it was obviously her from the shock of red curls, another was of her as a teenager and a much younger Luke, and another was of her standing in the middle of a ring smiling. Next to the photos of the siblings, there was an older looking photo of a tall man with an auburn beard who was also standing in a ring.

Luke's voice interrupted Dean's silent observations. "So what's the deal with you and my sister?"

Dean's head snapped towards Luke, whose arms were folded over his chest. "What?"

"Were you two fooling around behind Rollin's back?" Dean narrowed his eyes in on Luke. "Is that why he turned on you?"

"No, your sister isn't like that kid."

"I know," Luke said smiling. "I was just checking."

Before Dean could answer Ruby came bustling into the room carrying a cold beer; she handed the bottle to Dean quickly before speaking. "Dinner's ready. Now once we've eaten I'll get some clean sheets for you Dean-"

"No, you don't-" Dean began but was cut off by Ruby.

"You guys practically live in hotels, the least I can do is offer Athena's special friend," her eyes twinkled with the knowledge of their kiss, "a home cooked meal and a place to sleep."

Dean smiled down at the much smaller woman as she guided him into the kitchen and to Athena.

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