Twenty

romanreigns, if you date with my man, deanambrose, I will hunt you down and shoot you!

romanreigns, I want to kill you. Dean is mine and mine alone!

Dean stared at the tweets on Roman's account on his laptop in bed before sneaking a glance at his boyfriend who was still sound asleep. He scrolled down and saw similar tweets from a variation of names: deanambrosemylove, mylovedean, deanlovesdavid, davidlovesdean, davidanddeanforever-

Wait a minute.

David seemed to be a familiar name in the twitter handles.

He logged off Roman's account and logged into his. There were lots of tweets from those same handles proclaiming that he will love Dean till the end of time, raise a family with him… Dean noticed that he was sent direct messages from davidlovesdean.

Hi Dean. I'm David. I don't know if you've noticed me before but I used to be a groupie for your band back in the day. I am so in love with you. I'm better than him. Hit me up. I'd love to take you out to dinner!

You're probably busy, huh? That's okay. I'll wait. I will wait forever for you. My offer for dinner stands.

I love you, Dean. We belong together forever and ever and I hope we get married and live on the beach and spend the rest of our lives in bliss.

The doorbell rang then. Roman stirred but Dean shushed him and went downstairs to answer. A FedEx delivery man was at the door. "I have a package for Dean Ambrose?"

Dean took the package and signed on the clipboard before closing the door. How did anyone find him? He brought the box with him to the kitchen where he used a pair of scissors to open it. Inside he found two boxers - one plaid and one navy blue - and a pair of handcuffs and a whip used for BDSM.

On the navy blue boxers, the word "David" was written with a pink lipstick.

He tried to recall who David was but nothing familiar came up. Maybe Corey would know.

Dean sat down and called Paul immediately on his cellphone. His manager would know what to do. "Hey, Dean. Did it work? Did he change his mind?"

"Yeah. He's asleep actually-"

"He was just frightened. Can't say I fault him for that. It was a damn gun. I wonder how the guy knew-"

"That's just the thing. Paul, I have some leads on this person and I was wondering if you could call the cops over."

"No problem. We'll be there soon."

He thanked Paul and hung up. Dean didn't touch the items in the box, not wanting to tamper with the evidence so to speak. He closed it and went back upstairs where Roman was moving about restlessly in bed.

Another nightmare.

He sat down beside him and kissed him on the bandaged spot on his head. Roman's eyes flew open. "Dean?"

"Hey. Bad dream?"

"I dreamt that you were shot."

"Well, I'm fine. So don't worry." He twirled a strand of Roman's hair. "The guy who threatened you could very well be a former groupie of the band."

"How do you know?"

"He sent me some messages on Twitter and some underwears, cuffs and a whip."

Roman sat up immediately. "A whip?"

"Yep."

"Have you ever received gifts like that?"

"Underwears, sure. But those were flung on stage. What concerns me is that he knows where we both live."

"What did his messages say?"

"The usual of belonging together. He invited me out for dinner which I will accept."

"Dean-"

"It'll be easy to catch him, babe."

"But he may go crazy on you and start threatening-"

The sound of the doorbell ringing interrupted their conversation. Dean bounded down the stairs and opened the door. Paul walked in with Brock and two police officers, a redhead and a brunette.

"Gentlemen, let's get started."

After explaining to them about the package and the invitation from David, both officers agreed that it was the perfect chance to corner him and make arrests. Roman was asked questions about the gun incident outside Sam's Deli.

While his boyfriend was giving his statement, Dean brought Paul aside to talk to him about the contract that he had signed and passed him a copy of it. "I was hoping you can find some loopholes."

"And if there aren't any?" his manager asked.

"I'm not sure. I guess I'll have to uphold my end of the deal."

"And leave him behind."

"I have no choice. The road is no place for him."

Paul sighed. "Let me read this and get back to you. Corey is on the way with Seth. Maybe you guys can figure out who this person is together."

"Hey Dean!" Seth announced, walking in.

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear…"

Dean nudged Paul in the side for that comment. "Hey, man. I need your help. From what Roman had described to me, he had curly brown hair and brown eyes. And the only thing I could find was his name being David. I don't remember sleeping with any dude named David."

Seth smirked. "I do."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. I slept with him. A few times before I kicked him out and threw a fifty dollar note at him."

"Seth!"

"What? We bought all these condoms. I had to use it. His eyes were on you though. He kept asking me if he could sleep with you and I told him you were busy. Then he said he'd marry you someday and I thought another deluded fan."

"Yeah well said deluded fan threatened my boyfriend with a gun so…"

Seth's eyes widened. "What?!"

"Poor Roman," Corey remarked, having heard that as he walked in. "He must have been spooked."

Dean logged in his Twitter as Corey chatted with Paul, sending a message to David asking him to meet for dinner at Castle, a French fine dining hilltop restaurant. Barely even a minute had passed before David responded.

Omg Dean! Yes! Tonight at seven. You and I are destined to be together forever! I will show you why.

Roman was beside himself, watching Dean get ready for this "date". He was afraid that this man would carry a weapon with him, that his nightmare would be a reality. The officers had said they would be hiding close by, watching Dean's every move but it still didn't assure Roman.

"Dean, do you have a gun?" Roman asked as his boyfriend put on black shirt.

"Nope." Dean buttoned his shirt.

"Then what happens if he starts brandishing a knife or takes out a gun-"

"Relax, babe. The cops will be there."

"You're going to Castle, right?"

"Yes." Dean gave him a look. "Roman, I don't want you anywhere near that restaurant, do you understand?"

"Crystal."

"Good."

Roman had no intention of listening to Dean though. He couldn't shake off the bad vibe he was getting. The nightmare replayed in his head: Dean talking to the same man who had threatened the Samoan man… then getting shot…

"You know," the auburn haired man said as he buckled his belt. "It would be great if we could get another house as to seeing how people know where we live."

"I'd like that. Did you have any place in mind?"

"I'm not sure. Let's go house hunting again."

"Okay."

Dean was ready in ten minutes, his hair slicked back neatly and his beard, to Roman's dismay, shaven off. "Be safe," he said softly as he walked Dean to the door.

"Hey," his boyfriend replied, holding his face in his hands, "it'll be okay. I promise."

"I'm just worried-"

"Roman-"

"About you."

"I promise nothing's going to happen." Dean kissed him on his forehead. "See you later."

Roman quickly shut the door behind him and ran upstairs to change into a black t-shirt and jeans with a leather jacket before booking a ride through Uber. He contemplated carrying a box cutter but then decided against it.

The bad vibe never left him even as he sat in the car.

"You're going to Castle, the hilltop restaurant, right?" the driver asked him.

"Yeah. There's another one?"

"Oh yeah. Castle at Westborough Road too."

Did the police know which Castle restaurant it was at?

David was waiting for him outside of the restaurant carrying a bouquet of roses which he tossed on the ground as soon as he saw Dean.

Just as Roman described, he had brown hair and eyes and he was dressed in a glittering outfit. "Oh my… Dean, it's you! I can't believe it!"

Dean wondered if the cops were already here; it was already seven sharp.

"You look even more beautiful than I remembered." He pulled Dean close and squeezed his hands. "I wanted to make sweet, sweet love to you but Seth got to me first. And as if that wasn't enough, that Roman guy is in the picture. But that's all in the past. We are destined to be together, Dean. It's all for you. Everything that I've done. We'll get rid of him, Dean. We'll kill him and dump his body in the river."

A thrill ran down Dean's spine. Instinctively, he pulled away. "I'm not getting rid of him, David. He's my boyfriend and as a fan, you should be supportive."

"No! He can't have you! You're not his! You're mine!"

"David, listen to me. I appreciate you being a fan but nothing more can happen between us-"

But the brunette was shaking his head. "You don't get it! I love you! It was always about you. How can you choose that loser over me?!"

"Because I love him."

David's face twisted in anger. Probably the wrong choice of words he had chosen. "You're too blind to see him for the coward he is. You should have seen his face when I waved that gun. When I threw that glass bottle near the side of his head-"

Dean could not believe he was hearing this. "Listen to me, David. What you're doing is wrong-"

"It's like that song said Heaven is a place on earth with you. This built for the two of us."

Dean swallowed. He had never been in such a situation before. "I'm sorry, David but I can't be with you."

His fan was pacing back and forth, tugging at his hair. "I love you, Dean!" David reached into his jacket and took out a gun. "If I can't have you, no one else can!"

"Dean!"

Before Dean could comprehend what was going on, he was pushed on the ground just as he heard a shot being fired. The Steel Hounds' lead singer's looked at his boyfriend in shock.

"You!" David sneered as he raised the gun at Roman. "He's mine! You hear me! Not yours!"

"LAPD! Put the gun down!" an officer instructed, jumping out of the bush.

The crazed fan's hand was still on the trigger and clearly he didn't want to put it down anytime soon. Just as he seemed poised to pull it - Roman moved in front of Dean quickly - but suddenly David was on the ground, his gun a foot away from him, lying in a pool of blood.

"Roman!" Dean yelled tearfully, pulling his boyfriend into his arms. "Roman, what the hell?! Why would you do something so stupid? You were shielding me!"

"Because I love you," his boyfriend whispered brokenly. "I love you so much."

An officer approached them. "Are you both okay?"

Dean's eyes never left Roman's as he answered. "We're okay."

They spent hours in the station, giving their statements about the tweets and Facebook messages. Roman was so exhausted that by the time they reached home, it was four in the morning.

Dean undressed them both and they showered together for the sole purpose of getting clean.

Roman was about to put on his boxers when his boyfriend stopped him. "Let's just lie down."

Lying beside you, here in the dark
Feeling your heartbeat with mine
Softly you whisper, you're so sincere
How could our love be so blind
We sailed on together
We drifted apart
And here you are, by my side

Dean stopped singing and kissed him softly on his lips.

Roman gulped and took a deep breath before he continued singing to Dean's surprise.

So now I come to you with open arms
Nothing to hide, believe what I say
So here I am, with open arms
Hoping you'll see what your love means to me
Open arms

Dean grinned. "Roman Reigns, did you just sing?"

"I always wanted to surprise you…" He admitted. "I was worried that I would sound like a bunch of screeching cats."

The blue eyed man burst out into laughter. "You don't."

"You laughed."

"I'm sorry. I'm just surprised." He put his arms around Roman. "Sing for me another song," he added flirtatiously.

So Roman sang for him.

Paul had bad news for him Sunday afternoon.

"Well, I have two bad news actually," his manager confided to him during lunch when he stopped by with Brock who was playing Snake and Ladders with Roman in the living room.

"What bad news?" Dean asked.

"One, the news is out about your crazed fan."

"That's not a big deal. I'll answer any question."

"Two, I couldn't find any loophole. I'm afraid that you have to head back on the road for a couple of months."

Dean bit his lip. "What about that said fan? Can't I use an excuse that I'm worried for Roman's safety?"

"I'm afraid not. The only way to protect Roman is to put it out there that you broke up with him. It's a fake news, of course. Go on your tour and come back in a few months."

"But I'll have to record an album after that, won't I?"

Paul hesitated and nodded his head. "So you're looking at another one to two years." His manager cleared his throat. "The question is whether you're okay with him following you which you've always declined. Leaving him here is fine. I can have Brock be his bodyguard. He doesn't even have to stay here. He can stay with Seth or me."

Dean considered. It did make sense for Roman to stay with either Seth or Paul. The question was how to bring the subject up to him.

"There's also you," Paul added. "I know you can barely stand to be away from the man for a day."

"I'll learn."

"I talked to Cesaro and he's still persistent you report to him by Friday. That gives you five days to sort things out."

"I will. I'd appreciate if Roman could stay with you though. I'll have to ask him, of course."

When they were alone, his boyfriend was looking at him with mixed curiosity when he saw Dean tapping his foot nervously. "Dean? What's wrong?"

"I have to do the tour, Roman," he informed him. "Paul couldn't find a loophole."

"Oh."

"I hate to do it but I have no choice. Breaching the contract will land me into a legal battle so…"

"Can't I come with you?"

"Babe, we've been through this before."

"When… when do you leave?"

"Friday. I've talked to Paul and I think it'd be best if you stayed with him. The tour should take a few months and I'll be back to record an album." He held Roman's hands. "We'll make it work, babe. I promise."

"I know."

A/N I'd like to thank you for your kind reviews, favorites and follows. There's more to come from this. More character development etc… :-)