Chapter 22 - Nightmares

Roman jerked awake and rubbed his eyes. He must have dozed off and he had this shitty dream. Quickly he checked the monitors but everything looked calm.

He took the fragile looking hand of Dean back into his own and noticed how cold it was. Immediately he put it against his chest to warm it up. His silver eyes were fixed and Deans face. He could hardly recognize him. His beard was wild and full and his hair was messy and long. Carefully he brushed a strand out of Deans eyes but it fell right back into his face.

"Stubborn thing." Roman mumbled.

"Not." Dean whispered without opening his eyes.

Roman almost fell over in his chair. His heart was beating a million miles an hour and he was positive that Dean felt each beat at his hand.

"Not you. You hair. It is a mess. It needs another haircut. I have a feeling you just come back for free haircuts." Roman said but his voice was so shaky, he had to clear his throat a couple of times.

"The doctor says you will be fine when you make it tonight. I will make sure of that so don't try anything funny."

Roman still had this weird dream in mind and it scared the hell out of him.

"Won't." came the reply and Roman could have sworn there was the hint of a smile on Deans face.

"You better not. You are in for a spanking as we speak already for pulling that stunt Mister."

"Ok Mister Grey."

Roman chuckled. "You stubborn asshole. I know what you did and why and we will have to talk about that but not tonight. Tonight you need rest and I want you to get back to sleep. I will take care of you. And Dean, I will never ever let you go again, so better get used to the idea. You are mine. I don't care about your past and I give a flying rats ass about what other people think You are mine and I love you. You hear me?"

Roman kissed Deans hand fiercely.

"You, too."

"I know baby. I know. Sleep now. We will talk in the morning."

Dean's body relaxed again and Roman knew he was back asleep. It was like someone had lifted an enormous weight off of his heart. Dean was back. He would be ok. And he would not go anywhere ever again. Roman would tie him up if he had to. He studied Dean's left hand that lay motionless in his own. Yeah, he would tie that bastard down. Roman smirked as the idea formed more and more in his head.

Sometime during the night Roman had crawled into bed next to Dean. He stayed above the covers but he spooned his lover as best as he could without pulling out any needles or tubes.

He knew the nurse came in a time or two but she didn't say anything so he ignored her and just pulled Dean a little closer. He tried to stay awake, scared to have another bad dream.

When at 6 am the doctor showed up and cleared her throat Roman almost fell out of bed. Just in time he found his balance and could exit it more gracefully.

"Why don't you go home and take a shower, get him some stuff to wear? He is doing good so far."

Roman looked down at his wrinkled dress pants and dress shirt.

"Do I smell?" he asked and the doctor chuckled.

"Not yet. Not that my nurses would mind it one bit I guess. But you should really take an hour or two and come back later. He is stable…"

Roman smirked. "I guess that is the first time someone called him that. I mean…he is a crazy ass most of the time and stable is not a word I would use to describe him. But I am glad. Okay. I left my phone number at the desk last night. Please call me if anything changes."

"We will. Now go."

Roman took a taxi to his apartment and after a shower he called Nikki so the good news could be spread. He packed some stuff that Dean had left behind three month ago and was back at the hospital two hours later.

He stayed with Dean as much as he could. He only left around 6 pm each day to go to work till midnight and then he was back. That went on for three days while Dean's health improved a little daily.

On the third night Dean was even awake when Roman walked in after midnight. He didn't know how the big guy managed to sneak in here each night.

"I gave them all vouchers for the restaurant." Roman smiled as he sat down next to Dean. His lover still looked like a cave man but his skin was not pale anymore but rosy again.

"Go home Rome. You look like shit. Come back in the morning. Really. And you smell like something burned in the kitchen."

Roman blushed. "It did actually. There was even a small fire and Damien just kept running around completely headless while Daniels beard almost caught fire. I had to save the day." He held up a taped finger.

"Got burned? Damn Rome. Get some rest. I promise I will do the same. And then…I will come back to help you out before the whole kitchen catches fire…"

Dean didn't look at Roman. He studied he blanket with interest unsure if Roman would even want him back.

He felt a big hand grabbing his chin and raising it until he had to look into a pair of silver eyes.

"The job is still yours and I want you back Dean. I give a crap if someone finds out about your past and I will make sure that the negativity will be turned on them for not granting second chances. You have a new clean bill of health…well after the pneumonia is treated anyways and I want you back in my kitchen asap….and in my bed."

Roman blushed at the last part and felt Deans still fragile hand grab his head and pull him down for a long kiss.

"Thank you Ro." Dean whispered against the Samoans full lips.

"Anything for you baby. Sleep now. I will go home like a good boy, get some rest and be back in the morning with a surprise." He pulled at Dean's beard and he yelped.

"Now you know what I have to endure everything I kiss you…" Dean complained half-heartedly and kissed Roman again just because.

A/N:

Roman had a nightmare! DUH!

Let me give it to you like it was. I had typed the sad ending out but Dean was a stubborn asshole in my head. He wanted to live. And there was another man that wanted his story told…that will come later.

Also there is a reason why Roman dreamt about Tyler…as there was a reason why Dean got saved by that "punk kid". Just be patient.

I apologize if you had to cry. Let me tell you a secret. While writing this and a couple weeks later while editing it, I cried as well. That is why I wanted to get this ending out somehow. At first I wanted to make two endings but that was not good. So I decided on the dream and I guess it will work out in the long run.

So stay tuned, there is still much more to come! This was only like the finale of season 1! Oh and I just noticed…it is even chapter 22, tv shows mostly had 22 episodes (before they change it just to confuse the heck out of me with 23, 24 episodes per season) in the past. So saying this was the ending of season 1 fits…only tv show directors would have left you hanging for a few month after the last chapter!

PS: Sh...forgot to say!

calwitch & Paige M. Carter were right with their guesses about the quote. It was from Mox before a match (or during) his Indie days. He was drunk (I guess it was the match the booker asked them to get drunk)

I will get in touch with you shortly!

If you google "I am just as confused as you are dean ambrose" under Videos it pops right up...

I feel a little embarassed for Mox watching it though lol