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I don't know what you've done to me
But I know this much is true
I wanna do bad things with you
I wanna do real bad things with you

-Jace Everett, "I Wanna Do Bad Things With You"

"Wait a minute…say that again," Dean was sure he'd heard wrong. He was, after all, currently occupied with keeping his wolfen urges to a minimum while he and Seth were navigating through the airport towards security.

There were too many people – some stopping them for pictures or autographs, too many smells, and too many heartbeats to be heard all in a close proximity, pumping delicious rhythms that were akin to dinner bells to his ears. The fact that Dean's features returned to his normal human appearance did nothing to quell his heightened senses or his hunger to rip things to shreds.

The wolf was prowling just beneath the surface, just barely contained by the incompleteness of the moon. He couldn't unleash the wolf just yet, but the wolf could unhinge him, make him do despicable things if he wasn't on guard every single second.

He knew it would if given an inch; could feel it moving restlessly, rippling under his skin from time to time.

The only thing keeping him remotely grounded from gravitating into an all out flesh fest was Seth's firm but comforting grip on his hand and reassuring voice.

"We can keep you from transforming on the full moon by exhausting you," Seth repeated.

Dean couldn't cage the smirk that broke over his face, the wolf pushing against his skin in reaction to his response. "That's what I thought you said…" his voice then deepened to a low rumble, "I know how you could exhaust me."

The words were out before he could reign himself back into control. Seth's step faltered a little as he shot him a wide-eyed look, a lovely shade of pink coming to his cheeks.

A huge part of Dean was thoroughly encouraged by Seth's expression of shy consideration. That part of him was presently evoking a raging desire inside that threatened to consume him.

A desire to grab Seth by the lapels of his jacket and crash their lips together, to shove his lover into the nearest wall and show him exactly what his words were insinuating.

Dean wanted to fuck Seth right then and there in the middle of the airport. Wanted to claim the man next to him in every sense of the word so that everyone knew never to touch him.

Wanted to hear Seth moan and scream his name as he writhed under him, to feel Seth's heat engulfing his cock, to discover how the sinew in Seth's throat tasted on his tongue, to hear the sound of connection tissue snapping as he ripped a piece free with his teeth, blood spraying his mouth and face.

When he realized where his thoughts were straying Dean shut them down hard and abruptly, so much so his head physically hurt as a result. His jeans were painfully tight from his little day dream/nightmare and he was battling nausea and residual horniness in equal doses.

Seth was staring at him, breathing coming out a little fast and heavy. Dean could smell the lust rolling off him, but there was something else. Concern, those brown eyes were brimming with it.

A few long moments later Dean was able to calm his desires to a dull roar. The wolf didn't like the dismissal, claws thumping at his ribcage in anger, but it would just have to deal. His new roommate may try to get its way, but Dean was determined to fight it with everything in his power.

He wasn't going to endanger Seth, but he also wasn't going to let the beast within him force the other man away.

"I uh…I was just kidding by the way. Would be best to save the foolin' around 'til after I'm cured, right?" Dean licked his lips – did he feel the beginnings of fangs again? – and looked away, distancing himself just a little bit, "We're at security."

Blinking out of his own trance that seemed to only involve the two of them, Seth glanced around as if again becoming aware of their surroundings. "So we are. Let's go then."

The security check felt slower than it probably was, but Dean was forced to release Seth's hand. He tried to remain stoic, and perhaps he achieved that, on the outside at least. Inside, whenever he happened to glance at anyone, other travelers or TSA staff, the only thing he could see was the countless ways he could kill them nothing but nails and teeth.

Dean physically shook his head, his fists doing everything in their power not to clench and unclench in reflection of his apprehension.

"I've been chasin' the big wheels
All over Nashville
Waitin' for my big break to come
Livin' on ketchup soup, homemade
Crackers and Kool Aid
I'll be a star tomorrow, but today
I'm a Nashville bum"

He wasn't sure what started him singing Waylon Jennings under his breath, but at least it was enough to get his mind elsewhere, to relieve a miniscule amount of the tension building in him.

"I look good in cowboy clothes
And I sing through my nose
Webb said "That's the way to get 'er done"
I smoke good old PA
Like the Opry stars, they say
I'll be a star tomorrow, but today
I'm a Nashville bum"

Seth, hearing the softly breathed lyrics, looked over his shoulder at him, a small smile crooking his lips no matter how hard he fought it.

Seeing that little smile was like a punch in the gut in the best possible way. Dean wanted to keep it there on Seth's face forever, or at least as long as he could for the moment.

They were about at the end of the check anyway, so what the hell? Dean went on, belting out the tune as loud as he could get away with.

"Well, a friend of a friend of mine
Is a friend of art divines
And he finally got me on the Opry show
I walked out like a star
Tripped and busted my guitar
I'll be a star tomorrow, but today
I'm a Nashville bum"

"You're a horrible singer, ya know that?" Seth chortled, his hand playfully shoving at Dean's arm once they were free from security to look around and find their gate.

"If me being a horrible singer puts a beautiful smile like that on your face, then I'd take that over being an amazing singer any day."

Seth blushed, but shook his head.

"C'mon, you don't like it when I serenade you?" Dean asked, making sure his dimples were on full display.

That blush intensified and Dean just couldn't help himself.

He wrapped his arm around Seth's shoulder and began crooning near his ear, "I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passin' by
Oh my my, I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passin' by
See now all my flavors are guaranteed to satisfy"

"You're going to be like this the whole way, aren't you?" Seth sighed his face still flushed pink.

"Yup~"

"38, 39, 40."

"Is this the last set?"

"What, ya tired, Dr. Wolfenstein?" Seth chuckled from his position standing at the sidelines of Dean's WOD, his own Workout of the Day finished.

Dean grimaced and carried on with his kettlebell swings, he was on forty-five reps. "No, just…Crossfit is nice and all, but your obsession with it…it kinda makes me wanna gag…"

Seth tsked him. "For your lip, I'm adding a Murph to your Filthy Fifty."

"Oh for the love of God…" Dean grunted, not missing a beat with his swings.

"Fifty. Alright walking lunges and then knees-to-elbows."

"Yeah, yeah, coach…by the way, I can count from here."

Dropping the kettlebell, Dean quickly moved onto the next exercise set. He just wanted to get it done and over with so he could leave the mildly crowded facility. Dean always favored less flashy workouts over fancy gyms, but since the wolf infected him, his hatred for them grew. Give him a good old-fashioned work out in the middle of mother nature and he was good.

The fact that Seth did these all the time without the benefit of werewolf super strength and stamina made Dean think he was nuts.

"Remind me…why we are doing this again?"

"To exhaust the wolf before the full moon," Seth explained, "The old woman said that the transformation takes lots of energy. If you don't have enough energy stored up in the days before the full moon…well in theory, you can't physically change. And the fact that you did all that running around yesterday without so much as breaking a sweat tells me that you've got a lot of energy to burn."

"Thanks for the lesson, coach."

Though Dean was loath to admit it, this high energy, full body workout was at least making him sweat, something that trailing the beast all day in the desert failed to do. Seth was smart in suggesting Crossfit.

"So did she tell you why the wolfsbane made me transform?" Dean continued his questioning while he finished up the walking lunges before moving on to pull up bar to begin the knees-to-elbows.

Seth nodded, "Like the full moon, it's a sort of source of power for the wolf. But unlike a real meal, wolfsbane is more like a sugar rush in that it can only sustain the wolf for a short time."

Letting out a hum, Dean said, "Makes sense."

"You've got the push press after these then the back extensions," Seth announced.

Dean was about to make a comment about Seth enjoying the show when a couple of people approached them, a guy and a girl. They exchanged a few words with Seth before the girl wandered over to the pull up bar where he was currently working out.

"How's it going?" she asked, "I'm a big fan."

Vaguely he could sense her eyes oogling his body without having even acknowledged her. He could just feel the weight of her gaze as it traveled along his body. But he paid her no heed, his focus trained mostly the handsome man chatting it up with his boyfriend.

"Just peachy, thanks," Dean replied absently, his upper lip curling back from his teeth at the same time he recognized the look that Seth was receiving from Prince Charming.

He was used to seeing it from female fans, like the one currently at his side, but Dean knew that look anywhere, could smell it. Prince Charming had the hots for Seth.

"How can I get abs like that?" Dean overheard P.C. ask.

The question prompted Seth to lift his shirt and look at his own stomach for a brief second; a very natural reaction, but one that P.C. took advantage of, eyes raking each individual ridge cut into Seth's skin.

"A LOT of hard work, ya know, lots of different core exercises."

Rationally, Dean knew he should let it slide, because he was certain that the fan wouldn't be dumb enough to try anything serious, and knowing Seth, he wouldn't encourage such behavior. Hell his lover probably didn't even realize he was getting checked out anyway.

But Dean wasn't always thinking rationally these days. He couldn't stand the sight of anyone rivaling him – especially a man who had looks that put his own easily to shame – for Seth's affections. It made the wolf come alive under his skin and it howled for blood.

"Can I get a picture with you?" said the girl.

Her breath hit Dean's ear the exact same moment he heard P.C. request his boyfriend give a demonstration on a good ab workout. Dean finally had enough of the both of them and jumped down from the pull up bar as loudly as he could. All eyes in the room seemed to fall on him.

"Ya know, I was considering that picture," he directed at the girl then stalked towards Prince Charming, "but it's kind of rude to bother people when they're trying to work out."

All it took for P.C. to squirm was Dean fixing him with a nasty scowl. Seth, seeming to understand the mood he was in, laid a placating hand on Dean's arm. The solid weight of it there, the calming, yet electrifying current flowing from Seth into him helped to bring his fury down a little.

Taking a deep breath Dean said, "So sorry, no pictures folks…" he then grabbed Seth's hand and made a beeline for the locker rooms.

"You don't need to be jealous over a fan, Dean," Seth broke the silence when they were out of earshot, "c'mon…hey, hey, we gotta finish your workou—"

Pressing the smaller man against the wall, Dean cut Seth off by grabbing him by his bun and planting a searing kiss on his lips.

Seth groaned and immediately pressed back with equal fervor. One hand carded through copper curls before tugging on them, the other hand splayed over the expanse of Dean's muscled back.

Dean shoved a leg between Seth's thighs, finding his arousal also coming to life. The smaller man sought the friction his leg provided, grinding himself upon it eagerly, the sounds coming out of his mouth becoming more desperate. Dean couldn't stop himself from dragging his blunt nails down the toned surface of his lover's stomach in order to hear more of those sounds.

His efforts were not in vain. Seth's moans heightened and he snagged Dean's lower lip between his teeth, enticingly nipping the plump flesh.

"I want you…" Dean growled against the other's lips.

The hand in Dean's hair slowly trailed down his collarbone, down his chest and stomach to come to rest over the bulge in his shorts, cupping it firmly. Dean bucked involuntarily into his hand.

Seth whispered, "Then take me."

A decidedly more animalistic growl tore from Dean's mouth and he threw some distance between them, though not much, his hands on either side of Seth's head kept him boxed in against the wall. The only thing that still touched him was his lover's warm panting breath. He felt his eyes burning and he could see his own glowing eyes reflected in the brown depths of Seth's.

"You're playing with fire, Seth" Dean rumbled, "I don't wanna see you get burned."

"You started this," Seth retorted. His hand rose and stroke Dean's cheek tenderly. "You won't hurt me."

Dean leaned into the touch momentarily, Seth's scent and caress eliciting a deep purring sound from his chest before he pulled away completely.

"C'mon…I have a work out to finish…"

That night at the arena Dean could not sit still as Money in the Bank got under way. He tried to focus on watching the matches preceding his ladder match while waiting, yet the wolf inside of him was coiled too tightly, feeding off his anticipation.

"This is a big mistake," he finally said after a lengthy time of nothing but the sound of the television filling the air.

Seth's eyes flickered over from the screen of the flatscreen, observed him pace for a few moments longer, then said, "It isn't."

"What if it is?" Dean persisted, coming to a stop a few feet from where Seth was sitting in a chair. "What if I fuck up this time, hell, in front of all those people? W-What if I'm can't handle the responsibility? Especially with me like this…"

Just thirty minutes ago Vince McMahon himself asked for Dean and dropped the news that not only was Dean indeed going to win the brief case, but to cash it in on Seth for the title that very same night.

For years and years Dean toiled away in the indies, FCW, and through the ranks of WWE with the goal of getting his hands on the top prize. There was little else that he wanted more in the world than to be called WWE World Champion.

His dreams were coming true in a matter of an hour, but all he could think about was the risk of losing control during his matches and hurting the people in this business that he considered his friends.

The doubts in his mind were affecting him so much that he was sure he would throw up soon.

He should just turn down the title reign and hope that it didn't piss Vince off enough to never give him another shot again.

A tumultuous tremor rippled through Dean as Seth stood and encompassed him in a comforting embrace.

"You won't and you can," he said, soothing Dean's scalp with reassuring fingers.

Dean trembled again. He buried his face in Seth's shoulder with a deep sigh. "How can you be so sure?"

"Because I know you, Dean Ambrose." Seth shifted, pushing their foreheads together, their noses brushing, his fingers drawing circles on Dean's lower back. "You've been through so much…but you end up handling anything that comes your way. You're ready for this."

Overcome with emotion that was purely human in nature, Dean closed the distance and pressed his lips longingly to Seth's.

They slowly broke away from the kiss and Dean murmured softly against Seth's mouth, "I love you."

"I love you too, Dean."

Time crawled on and before long the Money in the Bank ladder match was beginning. Dean left Seth's side to go stand at the Gorilla Position with the other guys in the match he would be working with, repeating his boyfriend's encouragements in his head like a mantra, a desperate prayer.

Everything went fine as he stretched and waited for his turn to make an entrance. When his turn came, he bit the bullet and walked swiftly down to the ring, letting his mind switch off from all else but the match.

He entered the ring and planted his feet in the middle of it, taking in the sounds of the crowd and letting it drown out his worries. He felt a mild stirring within him as he stared down the six other men surrounding him, but managed to shove it aside as the bell rung.

Dean's mind was completely in the zone until he took some strikes from Kevin at ringside.

The roots of his hair burned white hot and somewhere between his ears he heard it. The wolf.

"Are you just going to take that? Why don't you let me help you out?"

He had felt the wild urges and emotions of the being inside him, but never before had the wolf spoken to him. The shock of it landed Dean on his ass beside the barricade and he sat there for a while, the match suddenly far away, seen through goggled eyes, heard through cotton lined ears.

'Leave me alone!' Dean screamed internally.

"Poor thing…" the wolf crooned. It talked in a deep feral voice, and yet it still had the ability to speak with honeyed words. "Just accept that you like being this way, you get off on the power to end anyone you wish. Now be a good boy and give in."

'Fuck you…'

The fire in his scalp intensified and Dean sat horrified as a few strands of his bangs turned white before his eyes.

"Don't you see? It doesn't matter whether you give in or not, soon we'll be sharing this body forever."

The wolf then seemed to retreat to the fringes and the matched returned to the forefront of his senses.

Dean gasped for air though he wasn't particularly winded and he rose shakily to his feet. The urge to flee the arena surged through his body, but his feet remained rooted to the floor.

' "You've been through so much…but you end up handling anything that comes your way. You're ready for this." '

With Seth's words renewed in his head, Dean took hesitant steps back towards the ring. The closer he got to the action inside the ring the more his instincts to perform kicked back in and he had to rejoin the fray.

He wasn't going to run away from this.

For the most part the wolf sat idly by, doing nothing besides lending him its strength and stamina (he could hardly feel any of the blows he took, from fists, ladder, or suplex), but Dean could feel the wolf watching, waiting for any opportunity to overtake him.

But every now and then it would send him little messages.

"Little pig, little pig…let me out, let me out."

And Dean was forced to sit outside of the ring until he fought the wolf back and became calm again. It felt like a never ending back and forth between them, an exhausting tug-of-war over his body.

Dean was never so relieved for the climax of a match to happen.

It was just him and Kevin at the end, jockeying for position to grab a hold of a briefcase that Dean already knew was awarded to him.

Grabbing Kevin's arm through the rungs of the ladder, Dean pulled and the bigger man followed along with his plan and sold it, throwing himself against the ladder with each tug.

"This isn't fun at all…" said the wolf after a lengthy absence.

A wave of energy traveled up Dean's arm, rippling his muscles with power. Before Dean could stop himself, he yanked once more and Kevin's side and temple bounced off the metal so hard that the entire ring shuddered.

Mortification filled Dean and he quickly released Kevin before more damage could be done.

The rotund man seemed more than a bit out of it as he slipped off the ladder, falling with a sickening thud onto a second ladder stuck horizontally between the rungs of the ladder which Dean was perched and the turnbuckle.

All while this took place the wolf's joyous cackles echoed in Dean's head.

'Is he dead?'

Dean peered warily over the top of the ladder.

Though he was probably knocked out cold, Kevin's barrel chest was still rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

'Thank you Crossfit Jesus...'

He released the breath he'd been holding and turned his attention to putting this match to an end. His hands were shaky from all the effort he exuded to keep the wolf at bay, but after some fumbling, the briefcase came loose from its bonds.

The roar of the crowd in the arena was near deafening, but Dean couldn't find it in himself to share in their celebration.

Many times he'd imagined himself with that briefcase, acting like a giddy little fuck like Seth had when he won it. Sure all sorts of emotions were running through him at breakneck speed, but all he could do was stand there at the top of the ladder like a dope.

Over the din of the audience and his indiscernible feelings he heard the wolf whisper. "Enjoy it while it lasts…"

"You looked a little out of it out there," Seth said as when he found him backstage. The younger man was getting ready for his and Roman's match.

Dean sat his briefcase down on a production crate then hopped up on it. "He was talking to me, Seth…"

Two dark eyebrows furrowed. "Who?"

"The wolf…" Dean answered, not caring that smoking was not allowed in the arena and lit up a cigarette. He leaned his head back, letting the smoke drift up towards the ceiling. "He was trying to take over…kind of did, at the end."

He felt a hand rest on his knee, squeezing it gently.

"Hey, you did good out there, all things considering."

Taking another drag, he said, "That match was nothing like how I envisioned it. Winning this briefcase was supposed to be something great…"

"But you made it work and no one got badly hurt." the hand on his thigh traveled up his body until it reached his face, fingers cradling the base of his skull while the palm and thumb cupped his cheek, lightly compelling his head from its upward tilt. "Look at me, Dean."

He acquiesced and lowered his gaze to meet his lover's.

Seth said nothing, just looked up at him with those irresistible brown eyes brimming with determination, Then he jumped up on the production crate and pulled on Dean so that they were leaning close.

They stayed like that, soaking up each other's company in silence until it was time for Seth to leave for Gorilla.

"See ya out there," Seth said, giving his knee a final squeeze and a small smile before leaping off the crate.

Dean watched him wordlessly until he was gone. He then trained his eyes on the television to watch the main event, finishing his cigarette.

Time seems to slow down and speed up throughout the time he sat there alone in his own head with his newly won briefcase as his only company.

He looked down at it. Instead of a golden ticket it seemed more like a ball and chain, fettering him to a destiny he wanted with all his heart, yet felt certain he would screw up somehow.

It was always in his cards.

The call of a production member broke him from his thoughts.

"You're up, Dean."

Climbing down from the crate, Dean checked the tape around his fists. He cracked his knuckles, popped his fingers, and then took hold of the handle of his briefcase.

"Whatever, wolf. Soon I'm evicting your ass."

Songs featured: "Nashville Bum" by Waylon Jennings, "Ice Cream Man" by Van Halen.
WOD is an acronym for "Work out of the Day" at Crossfit. "The Murph" and "The Filthy Fifty" are the names of two brutal Crossfit workouts.
I watched Dean's MITB match and noticed he spent a lot of time outside of the ring sitting there, so I fed off that when writing. Hope everyone enjoys and I'd LOVE some feedback~