A/N: Thank you everyone who reviewed, I really appreciate and am very glad you are still enjoying this story. Here is chapter 8:

Chapter 8

Punk was released from the hospital about eight hours after he was admitted. He came out with a sling holding up his left arm and that black eye still very noticeable on his face.

Punk saw that Dean was in the waiting room, asleep. He waited here this entire time for me?

"Dean?" With his good arm, Punk nudged him and he flinched in his chair, sitting up completely and looking who touched him.

"Punk!?" Dean jumped up and pulled him in for a hug. Punk winced out in pain when Dean squeezed his bad arm. "Oh my god. I am so sorry!" Dean told the nurse that Punk will go home with him and they left the hospital. They got into the car and he saw Punk staring aimlessly out the window. "Punk?"

Punk averted his attention to the man driving him back to the hotel. "Yeah?"

"Do you know who attacked you?"

"No, I didn't get a chance to see them. I do have an idea though"

"Who do you think it is?" He looked over at Punk before turning his head back to pay attention to the road.

"Well, I had a very strange meeting earlier today with..." Punk stopped himself. He realized that he was about to accuse Dean's two best friends. He isn't even for sure that it was Seth and Roman. I mean why would they do that to their best friend? He was thinking about the way they both acted at the gym, both with looks of hatred. They both looked like they wanted to kill Punk. Especially Seth.

"With who?" Dean was getting antsy. He wants to figure out who did this so that he could teach them a lesson.

"Never mind. It can't be them." Punk resumed staring aimlessly out the window, rubbing his eye because shooting pains were coursing through it. Dean noticed and grabbed Punk's hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "Thank you, Dean. For taking care of everything tonight. You didn't have to wait there the entire time."

"It was my pleasure. I wanted to wait there." He squeezed him hand again and blushed when he noticed Punk squeezing back. It was the first time in a while that he was able to hold Punk's hand without getting it smacked away.

They got back to the hotel and Dean walked him up to his room. When Punk opened the door and walked inside, turning the lights on he stopped in his tracks. There was a broken lamp and stuff was thrown everywhere. Dean grabbed his hand and walked him inside. He took him over to the bed and helped him take his shoes and socks off. He then got him out of his dress clothes that he was going to wear that night at dinner so that he was just in his briefs, all ready for bed. Punk laid down and he covered him with a blanket. He kissed him on the head and turned the lights off. He opened the door to leave when he heard a very low whisper. "Did you say something, Punk?"

"Can you stay here with me please?" Punk said again, this time louder. He sounded shy and a little scared. Dean didn't blame him. No one wants to be in the same place they got attacked in only a few hours after it happened.

"Of course." He made his way to the other side of the bed and now he was the one taking off his shoes, socks, shirt, and pants. He now stood in his briefs only as well. He was about to get in the bed with Punk before stopping. "Wait. Do you want me to sleep on the couch."

"No. No. You can sleep with me." Punk rolled on his side and looked up at Dean. He then got on the bed next to Punk and pulled him in his arms and kissed him on the head. "Go to sleep, baby." He pressed his lips to Punk's head one more time before tightening his hold on Punk as they both drifted off.

Dean woke up the next morning to find Punk staring at him. He was still in his arms and his right hand was on Dean's chest. He looked into Punk's eyes and got lost. They were staring for a while, reading each others minds. Punk leaned up a little and lightly and quickly pressed him lips to Dean's. He pulled away before it could go any deeper though.

Dean wanted and needed much more. He grabbed Punk's face with both hands and attacked his lips. Punk opened his mouth and deepened the kiss. Dean rolled over on top of Punk, only to hear a cry of pain as Punk broke the kiss. "What happened?" Dean quickly got off of Punk.

"You rolled onto my bad arm." Punk grabbed his arm and Dean looked terrified.

"I am so sorry, baby." He started to plant kisses on Punk's arm, trying to say he was sorry.

"It's fine. It's not like it is broken or anything. Just a bruised bone." Punk was laughing and breathing heavy, every kiss he has gotten this morning has really begun to turn him on.

"Can I ask you something?" Dean continued to kiss Punk's arm as he was trying to lighten the mood for what he was about to ask Punk.

"Sure." Punk began to feel uncomfortable, feeling as if a question about their so called feelings for each other is about to come out.

"What is this? I mean, I am pretty sure you like me, but I don't understand why you pretend you don't and why you are so against liking me." Punk turned his head and pulled his arm away from Dean.

Dean frowned because of his reaction and looked up at Punk. "I don't know what it is, Dean. And what makes you so sure that I even like you in the first place." Attitude was clearly in the voice of Punk. Dean blushed, thinking it was so cute. Classic Punk. Always having his guard up.

"Punk? I know because of all the times we kissed, you kissing back, you saying yes to all my offers to go out, and not to mention you were the one who started the sex. Which by the way was the best night of my life, I hope you know."

Punk had a small smile on his face. Maybe he really does love me. Maybe... "Look, Dean. The truth is, I do like you. A lot. But I can't be with you. And I really don't want to like you so I will not be expressing any feelings, however strong they may be, anytime soon."

"Why can't you be with me? And out of curiosity, how strong are your feelings for me?" He had a sad half smile on his face. He wants this to work with Punk so bad.

"It is complicated and I really don't want to talk about it. And...I don't know, to be honest."

Dean Ambrose sat up and look deeply in his eyes. "Well there is one thing that I know. It is the fact that I am so madly in love with you. And I will be waiting for you, if you ever decide to give in to your feelings."

Punk's heart broke. He wanted to kiss him again so badly and tell him that he could have him. Forever. But something stopped him. He doesn't even know what stops him every time he has a chance to be with him. He watched Dean as he got out of bed and started to pull his clothes on. When he was fully dressed, he made his way to the door and looked back one last time. "I love you with all my heart, Phil. And if you ever decide to be with me, you will make me the happiest person in the world and I will spend the rest of my life making sure you are even half as happy as I would be. If that is even possible. Goodbye, I hope to see you soon."

Punk had a giant lump in his throat as he watched Dean leave. What he just said melted his heart. Maybe I am in love with Dean Ambrose. No that can't be. Can it?

Two hours later, Punk was relaxing on the couch. He was still feeling like shit from what happened the night before. He was thinking about who could have possibly done this to him, and why they would have wanted to in the first place. He got back to thinking about the little encounter he had at the gym with Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns. He is hoping that Dean finds out why they were being so distant and cold towards him. Punk is a little nervous about the next time he sees them because he knows Dean told them what happened, and they did not seem happy that they were going to go to dinner the night before.

Punk heard a knock on the door and got off the couch to open it. When he got to the door, he saw the two people he was just currently thinking about.

"Can I help you?"

They let themselves in and were looking at the messed up covers on the bed. "Did you and Dean have sex last night? We know he stayed here." Roman yelled and Seth was standing next to him, looking defeated and vowing to get revenge on someone. Punk was a little worried that it was him. He is in no condition to fight.

"What? No! He just slept here. We didn't have sex." Punk walked over to the couch and plopped down. He was standing way too long and was starting to get a head rush.

"Don't lie!"

"I'm not lying. Why would I lie, I have no reason too."

Roman and Seth exchanged looks before slowly nodding, their fists clenched in frustration. "That is true. But listen here, Punk! If you and Dean ever 'get together', then you are going to get another beating." They both smiled at Punk's reaction and left the hotel room, shutting the door behind them.

Punk's eyes went wide. By the way he said that, he knew that they were the ones who attacked him. He was pissed, and felt a little betrayed that Dean's best friends did this to him. Whether he knew about it or not.

He quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Dean's number...

A/N: Thank you everyone for reading. How do you think that conversation between Dean and Punk will end up turning out? Please REVIEW :)

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