The building was pretty big for just being a bowling alley, and was made of dark grey stone giving it a very medieval look. Reminding her a lot of Dean for some very strange reason.

"You guys do realize I am going to whoop all your asses' right?" Amber cockily said as they entered the building, the inside very futuristic, and a complete opposite of it. The walls were painted a dark gray with Black floors with strange white designs on them while everything else was silver.

"I am going to kick your ass girl, you aint got a chance." Seth laughed, Roman rolling his eyes as he looked at the both of them,

"Why are you so sure?"

"My brother won first place in a bowling championship."

"But you weren't the one who won." Roman pointed out Amber rolling her eyes,

"Yeah but as they say it's all about the genes babe." Roman and Seth cracked up as they walked up to the counter ordering their shoes and getting a lane as well as the balls. Amber looked at Dean who was standing behind her, his head covered by a beanie and was wearing a Hoody his arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at his feet.

"What's wrong Birthday Boy? Why so Serious?" She said poking his arm. Dean raised a brow at her but said nothing just shrugged.

"Here, I was going to give you this later on but it seems you need it know." She said handing him a Small Black Box with a Dark red bow on it which made him smile before he undid the ribbon and opened the top. It was three gifts in one box; one was a Black Lighter with his real name written on it in bloody lettering, Jonathan Good. While the last two were rings, which got his attention because they were skulls with red eyes and at the bottom it had a kind of block where they each had a name, the first one Moxley and the next had Ambrose, his two ring names. He smiled and slipped them on putting both of them on a separate finger one of them on his middle and the other on his ring finger.

"Thought you hated me smoking?" Dean said as he flipped the lighter in between his fingers, in the same hand he had placed the rings.

"I do, but you never listen to anyone so I might as well get used to you being you." Dean smirked before looking at her,

"Thanks."

"No problem." She said back before walking over to the guys grabbing her shoes, while Dean looked down at his gift.

"Okay Amber what do you want your name to be?"

"Sexy!" She said smiling.

"Should have known." Seth grumbled putting it in,

"I want to be Nemo."

"Like Finding Nemo?" Amber rose an eyebrow before Seth glared at her,

"What I fucking love that movie."

"Okay sorry." She put her hands up as they looked at Roman. "Just put Joseph."

"Going with your real name, not fun at all." Seth grumbled before looking at Dean who was looking at his phone with interest.

"Dean?"

"Dean."

"You guys are both kill joys." Amber pouted as their names popped up onto the screen signifying that they were now ready to play.

"Okay, I go first!" She announced as she grabbed her pinkish purplish ball. She aimed and let it loose watching as the ball glided down the path and hit all the pins, the board giving her a strike which she turned and smiled seeing Seth and Roman staring at her, "Take that Bitches."

She said smiling before sitting down in one of the seats. As Seth went up hitting 6 pins on the first try and only two on the last, Roman went next patting the younger male's head and knocking down seven on his first attempt while knocking down the last ones in his last turn. When Dean went up he knocked them all down in one hit.

"That's not fair, He has the birthday luck."

"Shut Up Seth." Grumbled Amber as she grabbed her ball and once again got a strike like Dean. They played that way for a while; going in the order of course after a while they began to just say random tings in an attempt to mess each other up either by just creeping one another out or making them crack up and making the ball go off course. Everyone was having fun well except for the birthday boy himself who seemed to be trapped in his own little world as he looked at his phone, and the looking around him almost as if he were waiting for someone to come or something to happen. His eyes would scan the bowling alley before returning to his phone and then following the order once again.

"Dean you want to come with me?" Dean looked up at the young female who had her arms crossed over her chest.

"Where?"

"To go get some drinks and some snacks and such the guys are starving."

"Yeah course; they have some good buffalo wings."

"And you would know this why."

"Because there's a sign right there." He said without missing a beat as he pointed at a poster which sure enough said, 'Best Buffalo Wings in Cincinnati'.

"Nothing ever escapes your eye does it?"

"Nope, and that's a good quality." He stood up and walked up the steps and through a glass door which led to a small restaurant which Amber thought was quite convenient.

"Jon? Jonathan Good? Is that You?" Asked a short and old woman with gray hair and thick glasses. "Hey Marge." "Well I haven't seen you since you were… what? 18?"

"Yeah it's been a long time." He grumbled hugging the woman awkwardly as she stepped back looking the younger man,

"My, My, You look just like your father." Amber noticed that his jaw clenched the muscles becoming tense as he looked away,

"Yeah, We'll take Four Cokes and an order of thirty, you know what a Forty of Buffalo wings."

"Okay Jon, Your order will be right up, Glad to have seen you." The older woman said before disappearing into the kitchen, Amber furrowed her brows and looked at Dean, "You a local?"

"Yeah… Was born and raised here…. Sadly." He said as he sat down in one of the booths. "Dean why didn't you say anything?"

"Because, I don't like talking about it, would you like talking about your dad when you were in Austin, Texas?"

"No…" She said quietly as she looked at her hands.

"Exactly my point." He growled running a hand through his hair. Amber stayed quiet as she watched his eyes scan the outside, watching as the cars drove down the street his eyes lingering on the cars that entered the Bowling alley before looking back to the rode when he sensed or decided they weren't of importance anymore.

"Who are you looking for?" She asked after a few minutes biting her lip afterwards as his eyes landed on her the same intense stare know passed onto her. They went back to their normal state after he realized he was staring at her.

"What?"

"Who are you looking for, it's like you're searching for someone who's going to kill you." He arched an eyebrow and she looked away,

"So… You look like you're dad?" The Eyebrow arched even higher if possible his expression neutral but Amber knew she had over stepped a line of some sort in asking that question.

"Sorry… It's just you know a lot about me but I don't know anything of you." Dean stayed quiet and Amber didn't expect him to say anything else except once she heard a sigh escape his lips and looked up she could see his expression had loosened into one of friendliness.

"My Mom's name is Lucy my father's name is Gerald, I have an older brother named Michael and a younger sister name Ashley. My father was an alcoholic bastard who beat on my mother and my mother accepted it with open arms and when I tried to talk to about it, she let her anger out on me. Pretty much I got the unfair side of the stick shoved up my ass since My Older brother, Mother, and Father beat me as I tried to protect my younger sister who after some time got brainwashed and turned on me to. When I turned 18 that was all I needed and I ran away from this hell hole. Anything else you need to know?" Amber shook her head looking at her hand before looking back up.

"You know that's the longest time you have talked to me, besides you're nightmare and I think you were still somewhat drunk."

"Don't get used to it." Silence followed.

"Thank you." Dean looked at him raising an eyebrow once again, "Quit doing that, I never told you Thank you."

"For what?"

"For… Being there for me… When my dad hit me, When John Broke up with me, and when Kofi almost fell onto me, you pushed me aside and protected me. You've always been there and well Thanks."

Dean smiled and Amber was shocked, Dean had actually smiled, not the smirk or the smile that was just a 'Ha' smile but a true and genuine smile, a smile that made her smile back at him. He looked like a completely different man, someone who she didn't even know. "You should smile more often." She said softly Dean's eyes furrowing,

"Do what More Often."

"Smile, you look… Better." He smiled again and she smiled as well just as Marge came over and set their food in front of them.

"There ya go. Sorry for the wait."

"Its fine, the food looks delicious,"

"Why thank you. Jon aren't you going to introduce us?" Jon looked up from having taken a bite from one of the wings and rolled his eyes,

"it's fine he's too busy stuffing his face, and I'm Amber Jimenez, a friend of his."

"Well I'm Marge and I have to admit I am kind of disappointed that you aren't his Girlfriend. But he is being nice to you right?" Amber smiled warmly at her ignoring the blush that had crept onto her face, "He has, and he's been there for me, no complaints."

"Well, I am surprised. My Baby Brother has always been quite the trouble maker."

Said a deeper voice. Amber in the corner of her eye saw Dean Freeze and tense and she let her eyes fall on the figure in front of her. This man who she knew was Michael was an inch shorter than Dean and had Spikey short black hair, Light skin, and Dark brown black eyes. He had the same strong jaw as Dean except this older man had a bit of stubble and had a much more chiseled expression. He was also thinner but still toned almost as if he were a swimmer or a runner.

"How long has it been Baby Bro, one year, two years, maybe five years?"

"It's been 9 years Michael."

"Yeah, nine years since you left, since you broke our mother's heart Jonathan." The older male hissed his eyes darkening to a black as Jon stood his eyes becoming Dark storm clouds. Amber followed suit and Marge toke a step back pulling Amber with her the younger female looking at her in confusion.

"Honey if you know what's best you'll take a step back. If they are still the same since they were younger, World War 3 is about to break loose." Amber looked forward.

"I didn't break her heart." Dean snarled glaring at his brother. Michael releasing a cold and humorless laugh.

"Yes you fucking did Jonathan, after you left, after you disappeared is more accurate, we all found out that you had always been mother's favorite? Why because you looked some much like our father, me? I wasn't good enough because as you can obviously see I'm all of our Mom, Ashley wasn't good enough because she was a mix of the two but she was a girl. And then there was you, Spitting Image of our dad, same attitude, same fucking cruel and cold mentality. Everything he was was passed onto you his clone. Even his short temper and violence you inherited. But you also inherited one small thing, His Cowardliness." Dean toke a step forward seeing his Brother's eyes waver slightly and he smirked.

"I don't think so Michael, You bring it up because I'm not the one who got it but you did. Me? You want to know what I inherited and I would do anything to give away, His Hard exterior, the exterior that causes me to not give a fuck what people think including my own fucking family."

Michael growled and threw the first punch, Dean dodged it but his brother expected it instantly throwing out another hit but Dean having much practice dodged as well. Dean shoved his brother away causing the older male to fall hard onto the tile flooring. Dean toke a step but stopped turning around the same glare aimed to who had touched his wrist , but it slipped away as he saw Amber.

"Dean, Stop… Please." Dean looked at her before looking down at his brother who was being helped up by the cook of the restaurant, Michael shoving him off and glaring at him,

"What the fuck Dean? You a fucking girl know pushing me?" Dean could feel his temper boiling but it calmed down as he felt Amber squeeze his wrist.

"No I just know I'm much better than you. You can think anything you want of me, I've never cared and I'm not about to start know." He said as he turned grabbing the Soda's and walked out of the restaurant Amber grabbed the wings and turned coming face to face with a young woman, not as young as her but around her twenties, maybe 23, She had long Flowing Brown hair like Dean's, The same type of eyes as Michael, and the same light skin.

"You, Who are you?" She asked her voice very gentle.

"I'm Amber of friend of De-Jon." She said correcting herself since she had been so accustomed to using his ring name.

"How did you make him stop?"

"What? I didn't make him do anything." She said perplexed by this girl and that question.

"Jon has always had a problem with his temper no matter whom it's turned to, Girl or Boy, and when he saw you his whole demeanor stopped almost as if you had hit the off button somewhere inside him."

"I don't know what you're talking about and I've seen his temper it's been directed at me many times. Know I'm very sorry but I have to go." She began to walk away and the woman stopped her, handing her over a piece of paper.

"I'm Ashley, Jon's younger sister. I-I…. I have tried on many occasions to reach my brother but he's still hurt after what I have done, can you…. Can you just call me so I can record your number? So I can reach you and know how my brother is." Amber stayed silent and looked at the woman only seeing sincerity in her eyes and sighed nodding as she put the number in her pocket.

"Yeah, Sure. Bye." She turned and made her way over, Ashley walking over to kneel beside Michael who ripped his arm away from his sister,

"Traitor." He hissed as he stood and stalked out of the room. Ashley looking out the glass door and seeing Jon speaking to Amber, The younger woman asking him if he was okay. Ashley smiled gently; at least she knew Jon was okay.

(Okay so in the last chapter I wrote Person well you have met people from Dean's Past. I actually felt kind of strange writing this chapter so sorry if it isn't that good promise that the next couple ones are going to be good you all might like them especially the next one which is going to be The Diva's Title Match! With an unexpected Guest coming…. Who could it possibly be? Since I love torturing you guys, I'll need 58 reviews. And that is why they call me the Slave driver Author, not to be confused in any way with the hash slinging slasher from SpongeBob. Anyway Review!)