Hello, lovely readers.

So lots of you were loving darker Dean from the last chapter. Well you'll all be pleased to know he makes an appearance in this chapter too. I LOVED writing this one, and the next one will be a continuation of it. It was originally one chapter but I was way too long so I figured I'd split it into two. So enjoy and don't forget to review!

Raquel the writer – Haha! He probably should of. But Holly knew it wouldn't be good for the show if he had.

Crazy-wild-and-free – Dark Dean is my favourite to write. He definitely goes full Moxley when he goes dark. I wanted to bring that aspect of Dean into the story since the PG rating of WWE means they can't use it as much. Plus dark Dean is HOT!

Tantoune – Chills are good! Means my writing is having the affect I want. Lunatic Dean is the best and very hot in the weirdest way. He'll definitely be making more appearances throughout this story.

Totallytakenlike – Two words… Thank you!

Beautifultragedyxxx – The Randy and Dean interactions are so fun to write, especially as they don't like each other. The banter is great fun. Glad you like the story and continue to enjoy it.

Dutchangel1979 – Very serious stuff indeed… So if you liked the last chapter, you will love this one. We get the full lunatic fringe.

This chapter is named after 'The Angry Mob' by Kaiser Chiefs.

Holly Helmsley's Point Of View

"So I heard Sheamus had to have stitches on his head," commented Sasha as we sat in a local bar after Raw that night.

"Yeah… I heard that too," I said with no emotion as I sipped on my glass of water. Yes, water. There was no way in hell I was letting alcohol into my body after the last two occasions. I'd already made a fool of myself twice now, I wasn't letting it happen again.

"Ambrose went to fucking town on him," said Paige. "That shit got way too real way too fast."

"Yeah, it did," I said, swirling my finger around the hem of my glass, vacantly listening to my friends.

I wasn't myself at all, I hadn't been for hours, not since I'd watched Dean Ambrose step out of that ring leaving a bloody and broken Sheamus on the mat. In all my years of working for WWE, I'd never seen anything so real or so violent happen. Yeah, I knew back in the day people used to bleed during matches, but it was all for show, all self inflicted, all put on to make the injuries seem so much worse and pander to the fans.

Nothing about what I had witnessed had been fake or put on. Dean had beaten the living daylights out of Sheamus and I'd observed it all first hand. Hunter had miraculously let him off without a warning, saying it was his first offence, that he was new, and that he must promise it'd never happen again.

A part of me, however, figured he'd let him off because he thought the sun shone out of The Shield's asses, and that they were over with the crowd so to lose them due to bad behaviour would be bad for ratings.

Keeping them on TV was best for business after all.

But I'd witnessed every moment of that fight first hand. I'd seen Sheamus's broken face up close, I'd watched as the blood dripped down his face, splattering off Dean's fists every time he'd made contact. I'd heard the Irishman's screams of pain, I'd watched his continued injuries, and I'd seen as Dean's blank face showed no remorse to what had happened. He'd been so calm and relaxed about it, almost as if it was second nature.

I knew Dean had this unstable and lunatic persona, but I hadn't realised how powerful it was until now. I could hardly remember the Dean who had carried me to my hotel when drunk, the sweet and kind Dean was gone now. All I could think about was the unpredictable one in the ring, the one who had drawn blood, the one who had made me tremble like nothing ever had before.

I was shaken, and I was terrified of him… and I didn't know what to do.

I had to work with him, and even though I knew he wasn't that lunatic person all of the time, it worried me to know he had that sort of character in him. What if he unleashed an attack on my brother? On Randy? On… me?

I shook my head, believing he would never do that, especially considering most of his anger towards Sheamus was over him attempting to attack me. And I knew on more than one occasion he'd defended me because he knew I was vulnerable and open to attack as I could rarely fight back. But he was unpredictable and could turn at any minute. Anyone was open to his aggression.

How could I work with someone I was scared to be around? How could I work with someone who I knew had that kind of madness within them? How could I trust someone who had been so lovely yet shown such a dark and wicked side of themselves?

I just didn't know.

"You don't seem yourself," Sasha quickly noted.

I looked up at her. "Would you be if you'd been in the ring with those two, seeing first hand what Dean was capable of?"

"No, I guess I wouldn't," she said sadly. "Who knew Ambrose was so mad to do something so… so…"

"Fucked up," I said, finishing her sentence. "There's places he can fight if he wants to be so hands on like that, but WWE isn't one of them."

"He needs to be careful," Paige said. "He's going to get a bad reputation, both in the locker room and with the fans."

"I knew he was a bit quirky, but I had no idea he was like this," I said. "I heard the blood splattering, the skin squelching with every hit he gave," I said, Sasha shuddering at my words.

"So what do you do?" Paige asked.

"I dunno," I shrugged. "Hunter says he still has a job, but I guess I stay away unless it's something for work or something in the ring. Otherwise I don't think I can be anywhere near him."

"Well now's a good time to start," said Sasha, looking over my shoulder. "Because guess who has just walked in."

The entrance to the bar was behind me so I turned in my seat, all three of us looking in the direction of the doors, my body stiffening when Dean walked into the bar. He was alone, Seth nor Roman with him. He didn't see us, his eyes fixed on the bar. He took a seat, talking to the bar tender and ordering a drink. I quickly looked away, turning back to my drink.

"He looks a little worse for wear," Paige commented. "I've never seen him on his own before."

"Well it's not my problem," I said, talking a large gulp of water. "Like I said, I'm staying away."

Sasha quickly looked away, turning back to us. "I think he's spotted us," she said. "I swear he saw me."

"Well if he has any sense or intelligence, he won't come over," I said.

And he didn't, he didn't come over to us the entire night. He kept at his post at the bar, ordering drinks and keeping to himself, his back to us the entire night. It felt unnerving to be this close to him, especially after what I'd witnessed. I knew he wouldn't try anything in a bar or around the general public, but I couldn't help but be on edge in case he did. Now I knew I could never second guess what he'd do.

So I decided I didn't want to be in the same vicinity as him any more. I wanted to go home, to return to the hotel, and go to a place where I could lock the door and know he could not get in.

"I'm gonna call it a night, girls," I said, gathering my purse and coat.

"You sure?" Paige asked.

"Yeah, tonight has taken its toll on me, and to be honest, I just want to sleep."

"I can't say I blame you," said Sasha as I slipped my jacket on. "We'll see you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow sounds good," I smiled, giving each of them a hug before leaving the bar and heading outside, walking down the street on the way to my hotel.

I slipped my hands in my pockets, the night air a little cold around me. I slipped my purse higher up my shoulders.

My bed was just what I needed right now. I wanted a hot chocolate from room service, Netflix on my laptop, and a big fluffy dressing gown. I wanted to curl up in bed by myself, out of the cold, and just forget everything that had happened during the night. So I quickened my pace, rushing down the street.

I heard footsteps walking behind me, my head looking round and seeing three men keeping pace with me. I swallowed nervously but thought nothing of it as I looked back in the direction I was walking. But my feet soon grounded to a halt when two other men walked towards me, both looking at me, stopping once they'd reached me. I stood still, realising they were blocking my way.

"You got a lighter, sweetheart?" one of them asked me.

"I'm sorry, I don't smoke," I said, beginning to walk away from them. That was until one of them took a step in front of me, stopping me in my tracks.

"Well why don't we take a look in that purse of yours and find out," he smirked.

I held my breath nervously, my hands tightening their grip on my bag, my feet slowly backing away.

"Honestly, I don't have one," I tried, my feet backing into a nearby alley way. "So if you'll please just let me through."

Another one sniggered. "I wanna see what's in that bag if you're so reluctant to hand it over."

One tried to snatch it from me, but I was quicker, pulling my purse away from him and taking further steps away, my mouth gasping as I hit a brick wall behind me.

"She's a feisty one," another one smirked as he walked towards me, all five surrounding me. "Good job I like 'em feisty. Now give me the fucking purse."

My voice squeaked as he grabbed it from my hand, the contents of it almost falling out onto the ground below me. They were like vultures, searching through the bag wildly whilst one of the guys stayed with me, making sure I didn't make a run for it.

"Look, take the money and cell-phone that's in there," I pleaded. "Just let me go. I won't go to the police, I swear."

I just wanted to get away to safety, I just wanted to run for my life. I didn't have a clue who they were but these men had been happy enough to threaten me and mug me, I didn't even want to fathom what else they could be capable of.

"And what makes you think we'll believe you?" said the man who had stayed with me. "How do we know you won't go straight to the station and stitch us up?"

"I won't, I swear," I said, tears building in my eyes, my entire body shaking. I knew if it wasn't for the wall I was leaning on, I'd be a mess on the floor right now.

"I know a way we can shut her up," one of the men said, the look on his face dark and creepy. "I do like blonde women after all."

My body froze.

No.

Surely he wasn't going to do… that.

My breathing became rapid to the point of hyperventilation. I was going dizzy, my chest hurting as panic set in.

No… he couldn't.

But as he took steps towards me, the man who had stayed with me suddenly grabbing me by the throat, I knew it was about to happen. I closed my eyes, my mouth whimpering, awaiting his impending assault.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," came a voice from the entrance of the alley way. "What I would do if I were you is let the girl go, and give her the purse back."

The man released his grip on my throat, all six of us looking to the source of the voice. My eyes widened in surprise to see Dean standing there, casually and calmly leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets. He was the last person I expected to see, and I don't think the muggers expected him either.

He looked calm and relaxed leaning up against the wall, but the look in his eyes said different. They were cold, harsh and dark.

Dean was pissed.

"Excuse me?" asked one of the muggers, slowly approaching him. "I don't know who the fuck you are, but get the hell out of here. Keep your nose out of where it's not wanted and mind your own fucking business."

Ambrose let out a breathy laugh, slowly standing up straight. "You see, that's the thing. Where she's involved, it's very much my business."

My heart thumped wildly in my chest, the blood pumping round my body so fast I could hear it echoing in my ears. Dean was defending me, he was helping me, and after what I'd witnessed in the ring only a few hours earlier, I knew exactly what he could do to these men.

"Ah tough man, are we?" the mugger asked, standing nose to nose with Dean. Well, I say nose to nose, Dean was over a foot taller than the guy, so I was more throat to nose. "Thing is, I've got this to help me…" And with that he pulled out a knife. "What have you got, big man?"

Holy fuck! What's he gonna do…?

Shit suddenly got very real.

Dean smirked, clearly amused. "That all you've got? I used to fight with way worse than that back in the day. At least offer me a challenge."

"You think this is funny?" the mugger asked, twirling the blade in his hands. "You don't know the damage I can cause to your face with it, pretty boy."

"I think it's fucking hilarious," Dean said, looking down at the man. "Now I'm gonna say this one more time – let the girl go and give her the purse back."

"What if I say no?" the mugger asked, lifting his hand and slowly drawing the blade across Dean's cheek, blood dripping down wherever the knife left its trail. My body froze up, numbed at the sight of the blood, but Dean didn't flinch once, acting as if nothing was happening. The only change to his face was his smirk getting bigger. "What if I ignore you and let it cut a little deeper?"

"Wrong. Fucking. Move," he said, as quick as a flash, Dean's fist came out of nowhere, hitting the guy right in the jaw, knocking him straight to the ground.

What happened next was a blur of bodies, flying fists and kicking limbs.

With only a few moves, Dean had two of them on the ground within seconds, neither moving as their heads hit the concrete. One of the men bolted as soon as Dean began his attack whilst the man who had held me flew at him. Thankfully Dean was quicker, ducking as the man attacked, grabbing him from behind and hitting him with a German Suplex.

The only one left was the guy with the knife who had since gotten back to his feet. Long gone was his confidence as he gazed at his fallen friends, his hands shaking as the knife slipped through his fingers, landing on the floor with a thump. My purse was in his other hand. He looked at Dean with wide and frightened eyes knowing he had no chance against the wrestler.

Instantly Dean grabbed him by the throat, pushing him up against the brick wall beside me, the back of his head hitting off the solid surface. Dean's hand tightened as the man struggled to breath, blood still dripping down Dean's cheek.

"I told you to let her go," he growled. "I told you to give her the purse. But you didn't listen did you? DID YOU?!"

I cowered against the wall, my face pale, watching as Dean stopped my attackers, a part of me relieved and grateful that he'd showed up when he had, the other half of me afraid of the lunatic fringe.

This was even scarier than the scenario with Sheamus. Dean looked venomous, rageful, completely insane, especially when the men had fought back. With Sheamus it had simply been a few punches, but here weapons were involved and a hell of a lot more violence. The look on Dean's face was one of pure anger and fury, and I wasn't sure whether he'd simply stop at threats and wrestling moves.

But at the same time, I knew what would have happened had Dean not shown up. They'd have mugged me, they'd have used that knife and me… and from the way they were acting they would surely have raped me too.

Yes Dean was violent, yes Dean was petrifying, and yes Dean made me jump with every move he made. But he had saved my life and I could never be angry with that. I didn't exactly agree with his means, but I agreed with his motives.

"I'm s-sorry," the man tried to say, his words breathy as he struggled to get air into his lungs.

"Wrong person to say it to," Dean said, grabbing the man's jaw in his fingers and whipping his head around to face me. "Say it to her."

"Sorry," he said, tears falling down his cheek. "I'm sorry."

"Now give her the fucking purse," he seethed, his fingers tightening on the man's jaw, his face wincing in pain.

Almost instantly his hand shot out, handing me the bag and I grabbed it without hesitation, clutching it tightly against my chest.

"Thanks…" I mumbled, my voice barely audible.

Dean quickly turned the attacker's face back to him again, his eyes burning and angry.

"Now I want you to run. I want you to run and never look back. I want you to forget about me and forget about her. And if I catch you and the scum you hang around with sniffing around her or any woman again, I'll take that knife of yours and stick it where the sun don't shine. I'll twist it in deep and rip you up from the inside until there's nothing left of you. Have I made myself clear?"

"Y-Yes," said the attacker, full on sobbing.

Finally Dean let him go.

"Now get the fuck out of my sight."

The man didn't hesitate, quickly gathering his friends up off the ground, all of them running away faster than I'd ever seen anyone run before.

I finally released a shaky breath, my body weak and trembling, my head dizzy and light. This was the sort of shit you saw in movies, not what you saw on your way home from a bar. I'd been mugged, I'd been attacked, I'd almost been raped. And then I had to stand by and witness one of the most violent and horrific scenes I'd ever set eyes on.

I'd watched a man I used to like and be friends with get cut up before attacking and threatening a group of men, watching as weapons were drawn, blood was spilt and no doubt bones were broken.

But it was odd, the feelings that took over me as I finally looked up at Dean.

He terrified me, he startled me, he made me want to run away in horror at what he'd done.

Yet in that moment as my body calmed down and the adrenaline settled, I knew I didn't want to be anywhere else but beside him. He'd protected me, he'd saved me, he had scared the danger away. And I knew he'd keep it away. He was dangerous to the rest of the world, but a massive part of me knew he'd never be dangerous to me.

Any guy who would take on such a gang, use such threats, and take a giant cut to the face to save me would never hurt me.

It was odd, but it was simply something I knew.

Finally he turned towards me.

"We need to go," he said.

"But your face," I tried, taking a tentative step towards him.

"It can wait," he answered. "They could be back any minute now and I really don't wanna wait around to find out."

So without hesitation, he grabbed my hand tightly in his and quickly marched us back to the hotel before I could utter another word.

Again, a huge thanks to Raquel the writer, crazy-wild-and-free, Tantoune, Totallytakenlike, beautifultragedyxxx and dutchangel1979 for their kind words about the last chapter.