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Chapter 20

Even though night was falling and the sun was nowhere in sight, Scarlett felt the burst of heat meet her the moment she stepped out the airport with Dean. He chuckled beside her and she looked at him sideways.

"Welcome to Las Vegas," he said, smirking at her. She rolled her eyes and fixed her bag on her shoulder as Dean told her to wait there while he went off to fetch a cab.

"Excuse me!" Scarlett turned around when someone tapped on her shoulder and she came face to face with the man that had been staring at her in the plane. His blonde hair was tucked under a baseball cap and his green eyes were bright as he stared at her.

"Uh," she said, taking a step back from him. He may be easy on the eyes, but the way he looked at her made her feel uncomfortable.

"Hey, I'm sorry to startle you. My name is Gaven and I…I was watching you on the flight," he said, rubbing the back of his neck as he let out a small laugh. Scarlett swallowed and glanced around her. Where are you Dean?

"I noticed," she replied.

"Oh you did? Haha. Well, it was hard for me to not look," Gaven said taking a step closer to her. Scarlett immediately took a step away from him.

"You have the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen. How come I don't know you?" He asked, taking yet another step towards her.

"Because assholes like you don't deserve sweethearts like her," Dean's gruff voice said. Relief flooded her but was quickly replaced with shock when Dean's hand slipped around her waist and pulled her flush against his chest.

"Excuse me, but I was talking to her," Gaven said, his voice going cold.

"Were you? Oh I'm sorry. Sweetheart, do you want to talk to him?" Dean asked turning his gaze down to her. Scarlett, however, was lost staring up at him as those forbidden emotions came rushing back to her. When she didn't answer, Dean turned his attention back to the man that was still staring at Scarlett.

"My girlfriend here doesn't have eyes for anyone else but me so I suggest you scram," Dean growled, his muscles flexing. The blonde gulped as he saw the movement of those muscles before he turned on his heel and high tailed out of there. Once he was gone, Dean turned his attention back to Scarlett, who was still watching him, her eyes completely void of any emotion but with an unusual sparkle in them.

"Earth to Scarlett," he said snapping his fingers in front of her face. That seemed to have done the trick for she blinked a couple of times then looked down at the position they were in; him holding her tight around her waist and her hands clenching his shirt. She pulled back from him roughly and wrapped her arms around herself.

"Sorry," she mumbled. Dean pushed away the disappointment at her sudden movement and surveyed her.

"Usually a 'Thank you' would be in order considering I just saved you from that fucker," Dean said.

"Thanks," she mumbled again.

"Scar?" He asked.

Scarlett heard the confusion and she desperately tried to push away the feelings coursing through her. She'd lost the ability to think when he'd used the words "sweetheart" and "girlfriend". There was a longing that filled her, one that wanted those words to be true and not just an act to fend off unwanted attention, while simultaneously there was a pain that wracked her; reminding her that what she wanted would never happen. The way he'd held her had awoken something in her and she felt him for the first time. The smooth muscles of his chest where she'd found solace in not twelve hours ago, the firm arm that seemed to be at home around her waist. In that moment, she had been more aware of him than she had ever been.

"Did you manage to get a cab?" She asked, once she trusted herself to speak.

"Yeah, come on," he said leading her to their designated car.

"I may not be Roman but I am a good listener," he told her once they were on their way to his place.

"I know you are, Dean," but I just can't tell you what is going on with me. She turned her attention back out the window and tried to lock away the feelings that were goading her to turn her head and look at the man sitting next to her. Scarlett swallowed and pushed the thoughts away, refusing to cave into them.

While Scarlett didn't cave into her feelings, Dean, on the other hand, had decided to watch her unabashedly. He was curious to know what was going on in her head and it never failed to impress him how clear her eyes could be when she was hiding something. Not once did she ever let him in and Dean found that both intriguing and infuriating. Intriguing because she was the girl Dean could read easily the moment he looked into her eyes and infuriating because she was equally good at hiding something from him when she wanted to.

At the thought of her eyes, Dean remembered the man who'd decided to make a move on her while his back was turned. His teeth gritted and Dean felt a pulse of anger as the man's face blinked in his mind's eye. Had he kept trying to talk to Scarlett, Dean for sure would've punched his face in. He didn't even know why the thought of someone making a move on Scarlett annoyed him so much except that it did. She was his friend. That had to be the only reason why he was getting so upset. Just like he was getting pissed off with Randy for keeping his eye on AJ. That was the reason.

~oOo~

"This is your house?" Scarlett asked staring up at the villa in awe. Dean paid the cab driver as Scarlett stared at the fine piece of architecture standing before her.

"It's nicer on the inside," Dean said as he headed towards the door, rummaging through his bag for the keys. Scarlett followed him in once he got the door open and she let out a laugh as she looked around.

"Oh Dean," she gasped through her laughter. Dean dropped his bags to the ground and turned around to look at her, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Feel free to decorate. I don't even spend that much time here," he said motioning towards the minimal furniture in the house.

"It'll make Vitani happy," she said reaching down to open the cat carrier and letting Vitani free. The feline walked a couple of steps here and there before she headed towards Dean and curled around his legs. Dean bent down to play with her for a bit as Scarlett smiled at the scene before her.

"I'll show you around," he said straightening up and heading up the stairs.

"That's my room and this, is your room," he said pushing open a door across the hall from his room and switching the light on. Scarlett let out a sigh of content as she took it in. Cream walls and a simple mahogany furniture was placed in the spacious room. It was simple and it was cozy, just the way she liked her room to be. Dean ushered her along once he'd placed her bags in the corner of the room, telling her to unpack tomorrow. As Dean gave her the tour around the house, Vitani followed the from room to room and took in her surroundings just the way her mistress was doing.

The fact he rarely spent time at home was visible with the lack of décor and minimal furniture. The only room that seemed to be fully furnished was the kitchen and Scarlett fell in love with the vast kitchen.

"Can I please just live here?" She asked staring at the counter tops and the stove available to her. Dean laughed behind her and he looped his arm around her waist, tugging her away towards the living room. He took her through the sliding glass door into the backyard and Scarlett smiled as she saw the big pool.

"I usually spend most of my time out here when I'm home," he said shrugging.

"It's a beautiful house, Dean," she said truthfully. He grinned at her and took her hand, pulling her back inside and leading her to the kitchen. Scarlett swallowed as she felt the butterflies in her stomach when his warm hand encompassed hers. She stopped when he halted in the kitchen and turned around to look at her.

"Eat up a quick snack then we'll leave," he said.

"Leave?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What? I only have one week to show you Vegas and it isn't exactly a small city," he said before making his way to the refrigerator and opening it. He rummaged through it and eventually pulled out a plate stacked with sandwiches. Setting it on the table he went to another cupboard and took out some plates.

"Esme is a lifesaver," he sighed taking the plates to the table. He sat down then looked up at her and Scarlett laughed when he gave her a "what are you doing over there?" look.

"Sit. You gotta try these sandwiches. Esme makes the best sandwiches ever," he said, patting the chair next to him. She sighed and walked to him, settling down on the chair. Vitani jumped into her lap and Scarlett tapped on her nose when she got too close to the sandwiches.

"Behave," she said to the cat before she took a bite of her sandwich, lifting her scarf just enough to guide the sandwich into her mouth.

"Good, no?" Dean asked. Scarlett thought for a bit as she swirled the morsel of food in her mouth, letting the flavors infuse in her mouth.

"You don't like it," Dean observed, already halfway through his. She set the sandwich down, shaking her head.

"No. It's good. Dean, does Esme come often to cook you food?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowing.

"She usually comes around when she knows I'm coming home to cook and freeze some meals," he said shrugging and finishing up his sandwich. Scarlett quietly finished hers up as well, pondering his words.

"I'll bring the car out," he said wandering out the kitchen. Old habits die hard and Scarlett gathered up the plates and took them to the sink to wash them.

"Leave those, Esme'll take care of them," Dean called sticking his head into the kitchen.

"It's just three plates," she replied placing the washes dishes in the drying rack. Scarlett went to the room she would be staying in and picked up her purse. Making sure Vitani had everything that she needed, Scarlett picked her up and kissed her nose, earning a "meow" from her.

"I'll be back soon," she said, setting Vitani down and watching her wander off once more. Scarlett turned on her heel and headed downstairs to find the door open as Dean waited for her. He'd pulled out his car, a sleek black SUV, and was leaning against the doorframe. Scarlett almost stumbled when she was hit with those feelings once more at seeing him standing there like that, waiting for her. She willed her mind to stay in control and enjoy wherever it was he was taking her as opposed to letting those dreaded feelings take over.

"Ready?" He asked straightening up.

"Yep," she answered.

A short while later had them speeding down a road in the middle of the desert and Scarlett was looking around in confusion. The city was pretty far back and Scarlett wondered where it was that he was taking her.

"Kidnapping you would be pointless so instead I thought I'd take you to see the stars," he told her when he noticed the confusion in her eyes.

"The stars?" She asked incredulously. "I thought you wanted to show me Vegas."

"Trust me, looking up at the stars can be much better than being lost in the hustle and bustle of the city," he said smirking at her. He turned into a trail that carried them to a parking lot of sorts in the middle of the patchy dry land. Scarlett got down from the car and looked around herself. There was no sign of anyone else in sight and Scarlett felt the familiar seclusion that she felt at her B&B. Dean killed the engine causing her to let out a surprised gasp at how brightly lit everything was around her without the headlights of Dean's SUV.

When she looked up at the sky, Scarlett couldn't find it in her heart to look away. The moon was full and shining brightly down on them while millions of stars sparkled like small diamonds in the sky. The Milky Way illuminated the desert around them and Scarlett wrapped her arms around herself as a small content smile touched her lips. Her musings were broken when his fingers entwined with hers. He tugged her towards the hood of the car and the two climbed on, laying on their backs and staring up at the sky.

"You were right, this is better than going around the city," she said to him after a while.

"It's soothing," he said from next to her. Scarlett looked at him from the corner of her eyes and her heart skipped a couple of beats as she took him in. The moon's light hit his eyes in a way that caused them to shine bright blue and Scarlett felt her cheeks get hot at just how perfect the image was of him. She soaked him in to memorize and preserve the very moment of him laying there, looking up at the stars, an odd look of peace on his face.

"You're always so tense, right now you look utterly at peace," Scarlett voiced her thoughts once she concluded it was safe for her to speak. His gaze turned to her and Scarlett almost groaned at just how ridiculously handsome he looked.

"I told you. It's soothing. Makes me forget all worries and anger," he said, his sapphire eyes staring deep into her simple brown ones.

"Anger," she said, almost as if testing the words out. "Were you angry with Roman earlier today?"

That caught him off guard, she could tell when he blinked at her with surprise filling his blue eyes.

"I wasn't angry," he said after a few moments of silence. She narrowed her eyes at him and he averted his gaze. Taking a deep breath and mustering up her courage, Scarlett reached forward and placed her hand on his as it rested against his chest.

"Dean, Roman's not the first person I choose to go to when something goes wrong," she told him softly. His gaze snapped to her and Scarlett looked down at her hand covering his. She could feel his skin beneath her fingertips and content washed over her as she realized he was the first person she'd touched with her bare hands since the last five years.

"You heard him?" Dean asked.

"I know he was teasing you Dean, but you took it the wrong way. You really shouldn't have taken it the wrong way," she said, watching as his hand lifted and his fingers threaded with hers, his touch was firm yet gentle and she smiled to herself. She felt those feelings she'd tucked away began to consume her and Scarlett couldn't find the energy in her to stop them from overtaking her senses. Her eyes lifted and found his, locking with his gaze as it darkened.

Whatever words that she seemed to want to say disappeared and all she could do was look at him. Dean shifted and Scarlett's breath caught in her throat when he placed the hand he was holding around his neck and the other reached up to rest on his chest as he twisted his body to lean over her. One of his arms supporting himself while the other gripped her waist ever so tightly. The hand on her waist slid up and a shiver racked her spine when he lifted his hand, reaching for the scarf on her face. Her hand fisted at the back of his neck when he grasped the edge of her scarf and his eyes flicked to hers, searching her gaze for her permission to reveal her face to him. The slightest of her nod was all he needed to tug the scarf gently.

Scarlett shut her eyes tightly as she felt the scarf begin to fall away, revealing her face to him. She didn't dare open her eyes, not wanting to see his reaction at seeing her like this once more. Seconds ticked by and she could feel his chest rising and falling underneath her hand as he breathed, but she didn't open her eyes. That was when she felt it, a feather like touch on her forehead, her bare forehead. Her eyes snapped open and she found herself looking at the crook of his neck before he pulled back from kissing her forehead.

"Dean," she whispered, her voice was hoarse and she couldn't find herself to look away from his deep blue gaze. The feelings she'd tucked away had slipped from her grasp and she could feel her heart thundering away in her chest.

"Dean," she whispered again. She saw it. Something snapped within his gaze and his gaze was lit with a sudden bright fire as he ducked his head.

Scarlett's felt the world slip away from her the moment his lips touched hers in a searing kiss. She lost control of herself and her mind in that moment, giving herself to his lips and the effect they were having on her. His lips pressed further against her and she needed no further goading before her eyes slid shut, responding to his kiss. His lips weren't rough but they weren't gentle either and Scarlett found that it was completely him. His hand was cupping the back of her neck, almost cradling it as their lips caressed one another while her hands were wrapped around his neck, holding him close.

She felt the swipe of his tongue against her bottom lip and she parted them to give him the access that they both needed. His tongue entered the cavern of her mouth and explored leisurely before finding hers, stroking it playfully. There was a fire that ignited the passion between the two and a sudden burn began to spread through her.

Desire.

Plain and simple as it could come, she felt the ripples of it as it spread across her being and Scarlett let out a small moan. His lips pressed further against her, almost as if he approved of the sound she made. Every cell was buzzing and he was awakening parts of her that had been asleep for a very long time. This was how he made her feel from the moment he got to know her. Dean Ambrose brought her soul to life and that knowledge pulled her towards him further.

His tongue slowly slithered back and their lips rubbed together some more before the need of oxygen became imperative. He pulled away from her and her eyes remained shut as she swallowed several breaths to fill her oxygen deprived lungs. Her body was tingling; she could feel his warmth still close to her. Ever so slowly did Scarlett open her eyes to look at him. Her brows knitted together when he refused to meet her gaze and she tried to catch his gaze to know whether he'd enjoyed it as much as she'd had.

"We should go," Dean said moving away from her and getting to his feet.

Scarlett's heart dropped and she slowly sat up, all the bright happy feelings being wiped clean from her. Panic and dread rammed into her; she desperately hoped he would look at her, even for one millisecond. But he didn't. Scarlett got to her feet, her body shaking from the sudden wall that he built between them as thousands of questions filled her mind.

He kissed a hideous girl for the first time. Why wouldn't he build a wall? Her mind told her. Scarlett had almost forgotten about her deformities in the heat of the moment and that reality came crashing back down on her. She reached for her scarf, wrapping it around her face while he moved around the SUV and got in. Scarlett shuffled towards her side and slid in, her body shivering as the ghost of his lips upon hers tormented her.

Holy hell...I mean seriously, did you guys watch that Ambrose Asylum segment last night? Holy hell. I almost died seeing the men altogether in one ring once more. *sigh* My vote is obviously going to Dean to win that briefcase (at MITB) and take that title (eventually, sorry Rome). What are your guys' predictions?

And I do hope you guys enjoyed this update, I had an immense amount of fun writing it. :P Let me know your thoughts in your reviews because I love reading what you guys have to say. Muah!

- K.