Hello, lovely readers!

I hope you're all excited for Survivor Series tonight! I live in the UK so my boyfriend and I are stopping up from midnight till 4am to watch it. So excited! Enjoy this chapter! It's a bit of a two parter again, so we get more Holly and Dean interaction next chapter too. Yay!

Raquel the writer – We all love Dean

Lauraxxx – Randy definitely likes her, and Kane is like a father to her. Everyone is raging from the punishment but at least Dean had some sort of punishment. Dean and Holly's time alone will be split over two chapters so I think everyone will like it.

KairiAnneYukari21 – It's a very sweet and romantic gesture. I hope you like this chapter

Guest – It's because that's who he is. Dean mother fucking Ambrose

Hollarious969 – An epic cliff hanger. But I think you'll like this chapter

Angelsdee327 – I live in the UK, so I'm not sure it was on here. But its one of my all time favourite films anyway. As is Blues Brothers.

Totallytakenlike – Yes he has!

Haha95 – Definitely the two reactions for the last chapter

Guest – Thank you for the review

Tantoune – Glad you liked it. Dean is a softy at heart, we're all smitten with this pair.

Dutchangel1979 – You'll have to fight me for him first lol

Beautifultragedyxxx – I've never thought of her as his security blanket before, but that totally makes sense. That's exactly what Holly is to him. Nice interpretation!

Guest (sisterabby) – Dean definitely feels something for her, but we'll have to wait and see how much of his feelings he shows.

Crazy-wild-and-free – A suspension isn't enough really, but it does makes sense as a suitable punishment. Plus it gives room for a Sheamus return ;) I hope you like the chapter. I plan for more to happen in the next part, but I'm sure everyone will be satisfied with this one.

AKABlossom – He's the sweetest. Glad you enjoyed.

This chapter is named after 'Someone New' by Hozier

Holy Helmsley's Point Of View

I stared at him in disbelief, rubbing my eyes and wondering of his presence here was genuine or some dream that I had yet to wake up from. I rubbed my eyes several times over, watching him as he stood below me, his stance all calm and collected. He didn't disappear once, so I knew he couldn't be a mirage or some figment of my imagination.

It was him, he was here, and this whole thing was actually happening.

I had no fucking idea how this had happened or why he'd chosen to be here at 11 o'clock at night. All I could do was simply accept it and believe it to be true. Dean was here, he was in Connecticut, and he was shouting up to me from the lawn below.

"How the fuck…?" I wasn't sure what to say in that moment. "How did you even get here?"

"A little contraption called an aeroplane," he said. "Amazing things. They can take you almost anywhere in the world. Who'd have thought in this day and age."

I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm, his lips unable to hide the playful smirk that appeared upon them.

"You haven't lost that dry wit of your whilst I've been away," I said.

"I've been saving it all up for you," he chuckled.

"I don't understand," I said, shaking my head, a puzzled look on my face. "What are you doing here, Dean?"

"Truthfully?" he asked.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Why have you come here? Because I am totally lost right now."

"Because I've missed saving you," he admitted. "It's no fun when you aren't around making trouble for me."

It was hard to miss the way my heart skipped a beat as the words left his mouth, his sweet but subtle admission making my cheeks flush pink, my teeth softly biting my lip in an embarrassed way. It had been a long while since sweet and soft Dean had made himself known. It was good to finally see him again.

"Well I do like being a nuisance," I said teasingly.

"So if the trouble can't come to me, I figured I'd go to it," he said, his hands in his pockets.

"Well the trouble welcomes you," I smiled. "And she's extremely happy to see you."

"And I'm glad to hear it," he replied. "Now can you let me in? It's fucking freezing out here."

"Oh gosh!" I said. "Of course."

I hurried off the balcony, running out of my bedroom and hurrying downstairs as fast as my feet could carry me. I rushed through the kitchen, grabbed the keys and ran to the backdoor. I could see Dean's silhouette behind the wooden structure, so I put the key in the lock, turned it, and quickly let him in.

"Thanks," he said, rubbing his hands together and blowing on them as he entered the kitchen, shutting the door behind him. "Wearing just a leather jacket in November was clearly a very stupid idea."

"Go into the living room, it should still be warm," I instructed him. "I'll fix you up a hot chocolate."

He did as I told him and I quickly prepared his drink, taking it into him and seating myself beside him on the sofa.

"Thank you," he said as I handed him the drink and he took a sip. "Delicious."

"How did you know where the house was?" I asked.

"Your brother doesn't hide his address book very well," he explained. "It was wide open on his desk yesterday morning. So I read it, memorised it and made the travel plans that night."

"Hunter will kill you if he knows you lied to him about being sick so that you could show up at his house, you know," I said to him warningly. "He hates being messed around like that."

"Yeah, but neither of us are gonna tell him, are we?" he asked as he drank more of his hot chocolate.

"Well of course not," I said. "I just want to make sure you've covered your tracks, that's all. I wouldn't want you getting in trouble over this."

"Seth and Roman know where I am," he explained. "So if Hunter or anyone asks to see me, they will cover for me. And if that doesn't work they will tell them I flew home until I'm better. Simple."

I smiled in amusement. "You've really got all this figured out, don't you?"

He grinned. "I'm quick to think on my feet. And when I decide I want to do something, I usually find a way to do it."

"And what was it you wanted to do?" I asked curiously.

"Like I said, I missed having you make trouble for me," he smirked. "Work is boring when you aren't around. So I thought I'd come visit and liven things up. Plus I figured you were probably bored shitless being cooped up in this house alone."

"You can say that again," I chuckled.

"So this visit works for both of us," he smiled as he finished his drink, placing his empty mug on the coffee table. "At least we can both have a fun few days before we head back to work on Monday."

"That sounds… amazing actually," I admitted. "Some company would be very welcome right now."

I couldn't help but smile, joy and happiness flooding my heart, complete excitement filling me at the thought of having a friend here, someone to talk to and be with. It seemed so out of character for Dean to do something so sweet and generous. But I wasn't questioning it, I was embracing it. We had formed a close friendship over the last few weeks, and I knew this was another brick upon the wall we were building together. He was a great guy and I was so pleased that he'd taken the time and effort to come out and visit me during my recovery.

I stared at him, his face lit up by the lamp light, my eyes taking in his profile. He looked very handsome sitting there, his cheeks tinged pink from the cold outside, his eyes bright and blue. His brown hair hung across his forehead in fluffy curls, stubble appearing across his chin meaning it had been a few days since he'd last shaven. He stared back at me, a light brown line across the top of his lip from the hot chocolate. I couldn't help but giggle.

His eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

"It's all over your mouth," I giggled. "You're a very messy drinker. You have a hot chocolate moustache."

"Oh shit, sorry," he said, hurriedly wiping it away with the back of his wrist. He got most of it, but it was still in the corners of his lips.

"Still some there," I said, pointing at my own mouth to indicate to him where he still needed to clean.

He continued to wipe. "Is it gone?"

"There's more to the left."

He wiped more. "Now?"

I shook my head in amusement, plenty of it still around his mouth.

"Here, I'll get it," I said, leaning forward and using my thumb to wipe away the excess drink from around his lips, making sure his mouth was fully clean before I moved my hand away. "Much better."

He suddenly grabbed my hand in his, raising my thumb to his mouth and wrapping his lips around it, his tongue moving along my skin as he sucked off the excess hot chocolate. I stared at him, my eyes big and inquisitive, my mouth slightly agape in astonishment at his bold move, wondering if he'd genuinely just done what I thought he had.

He pulled away, running his tongue around his mouth. "Can't waste it now, can we?" he said with a wink.

Christ…

My heart was in my throat, my lungs ready to hyperventilate as my cheeks flushed as red as Snow White's apple. My stomach began to flip so I quickly stood, placing a piece of hair behind my ear as a nervous sheen of sweat began to appear across my forehead.

"We… uh… we should… you know… sort you a room for the night," I said without looking at him, my speech broken and flustered. "Hunter has many guest rooms s-so you can take your pick. This way."

I didn't wait for an answer, I simply began walking away, heading up the stairs, hoping he was following me. The sound of footsteps behind mine told me he was. We walked past the room I was staying in, heading to a guest room two doors down. We walked inside and he took a good look around as I calmed my surprised and shocked body.

"Your fucking brother has it made," he said as he stared at the details of the room. "This house is fucking swanky!"

"Steph and Hunter aren't short of cash," I said, happy the conversation had moved on the way it had. The less we mentioned about what just happened downstairs, the better. "This house is beautiful."

"How many rooms?" he asked as he sat on the bed, testing how bouncy it was.

"8 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms," I explained. "Swimming pool, offices, there's a den and a game room in the basement too."

"Shit…" he mumbled, clearly impressed. "How the other half live, eh? Makes me want to start up my own business."

"So will this room be okay for you?" I asked him.

"It's perfect," he smiled. "This is better than my fucking bed at home." He kicked off his shoes.

"Well the bathroom is down the hall, and feel free to use anything in the house. The kitchen, the living room, all of it."

"Thanks," he said as I walked over to the door. "I guess I'll see you in the morning."

"Of course," I smiled as I waited by the door, my hand lingering on the handle. "Sleep well."

"You too," he said. "Make sure you get plenty rest ready for tomorrow."

I looked at him, a puzzled look on my face. "Why? What happens tomorrow?"

"Like I said, I came here for trouble and for fun. And I'm gonna make sure we have plenty of it tomorrow. So get your rest in now."

I looked at him, a glint of curiosity in my eye. "What do you have planned, Dean Ambrose?"

"You'll see," he said with his trademark wink. "But I think you'll like it."

I raised an eyebrow quizzically but I didn't push the subject any further. Whatever he had planned, he clearly wanted it to be a surprise till tomorrow. And from what I'd gathered about Dean's past, he didn't do this kind of shit often. So I let him have his moment, I let him hide his surprise. He obviously had something planned out and I wanted to give him the chance to let it play out.

"Well then I guess I'll see you in the morning," I said.

"That you will," he smiled. "Goodnight, Holly."

"Goodnight, Dean," I said before leaving the room and gently closing the door behind me. I walked down the hallway, unable to keep the smile off my face as I entered my own room, quickly rushing to my big warm bed and pulling the covers up around me.

I couldn't deny it, I was excited. And it was for several reasons.

The first was that I actually had company to spend some time with. Being in isolation and solitude had been wonderful for a time, and it had honestly helped me with my recovery. But now I was bored and I was lonely, so to have a companion for a few days really made me happy.

And to know that companion was Dean made me extra excited. I felt like I was really getting to know the guy, and we'd done some serious bonding in the last few weeks. Granted, occasions like my mugging weren't exactly the best times to bond, but we had regardless and I was genuinely enjoying getting to know him and seeing our friendship progress.

And now he had a surprise planned for me. We were going to be doing something, and I wasn't sure what. But from the smile on Dean's face and the sparkling glee in his eyes as he told me, I knew it would be something wonderful, not only for me but for him too. He seemed as excited as I was, so I knew we'd both benefit from it.

I knew Dean never did things like this. He didn't have much family, very few friends, and any women he had would come and go like clockwork. The only real stable rocks he had in his life were Seth and Roman, so I figured he'd never had opportunity to do something like surprising a friend.

So knowing he was doing something for me not only made me feel honoured, but honestly eager as I knew whatever it was he'd have put plenty thought and feeling into it.

After all, it wasn't everyday he travelled half way across the country and appeared out of nowhere to visit me like he had.

So as I switched off my lamp and snuggled into my pillow, I drifted to sleep with a smile on my face, excited for what tomorrow had in store for us.

Again, a huge thanks to Raquel the writer, lauraxxx, KairiAnneYukari21, Hollarious969, angelsdee327, Totallytakenlike, haha95, Tantoune, dutchangel1979, beautifultragedyxxx, crazy-wild-and-free, AKABlossom and my 3 guest reviewers for their kind words about the last chapter.