When all Superstars, who in an instance filled the ring and started fighting each other as a little preview for the Elimination Chamber on Sunday, abandoned the ring after the Monday Night Raw was over, everybody headed to their locker rooms to change and leave the arena. Actually many of them planned to go to the bar afterwards to get some drinks and talk about big events that were going to take place soon, such as the Elimination Chamber, start of the WWE Network, which was scheduled on Monday, and most importantly, WrestleMania XXX. There were important matches ahead of them and they were really looking forward to them, as much as fans who seemed to be excited about the upcoming pay-per-view. After all, this one would probably be a lot better than the Royal Rumble in January. With at least two much anticipated matches, the match between The Wyatt Family and The Shield and then the Elimination Chamber match, there was really something to look forward to.
Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns were changing and talking about both their today on-screen appearances and their Sunday match but their partner Dean Ambrose was nowhere in sight. It seemed that they didn't notice, though. After all, they were not alone in the locker room and it often happened that they "lost" one of them. But this time, even if they looked around in an attempt to find him, they would not succeed. He was not in there.
Right after the lights went off, Dean, still in his ring gear, headed somewhere else. He had some business to do and he wouldn't feel satisfied until he fixed something. That was why he walked all the way through the hall until he finally reached the women's, or Divas', locker room. He knocked on the door and waited. It didn't take long because one of the Divas was right beside the door when she heard the gentle, maybe even unsure, knocking. When the door opened, the first girl he saw was Emma, with a towel around her waist. He could say that she was surprised and found it very awkward that she allowed him to see her not dressed properly.
"Oh, hey, Dean," she started talking but it didn't make the situation less unpleasant.
"Hi, Emma," he responded kindly, and tried to make her feel like there was nothing to be ashamed of. She was new here so she didn't experience this kind of situation before but he did. It happened a lot of times to him, but he was always thankful for moments when he could make a girl uncomfortable without even trying.
"What are you doing here?" Emma asked when Dean totally forgot to explain why he came there because he got distracted by insufficiently-dressed lady standing in front of him. Dean even smiled what made it even worse, and with their height difference, Emma got scared a little when she imagined the worst scenario that could happen.
"I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable," Dean apologized when he noticed her frightened look. "Is Renee there?" he asked, with hope in his voice.
"Yes, she is," Emma answered quickly and welcomed the opportunity to disappear and let somebody else face him.
She closed the door first so Dean leaned against the wall next to the door and waited for Renee to come out. Meanwhile he took off the black tape around his forearms and put it into his pockets.
When he heard the door opening, he looked to his left to see Renee standing in front of him, not looking particularly happy to see him.
"Renee, I want to apologize for my earlier behavior," he started, but he sounded too serious; it didn't sound personal at all.
Renee thought the same and her angry face indicated to him that he should try again.
"Let me put it this way. I'm so sorry that I was such a jerk before. I seriously don't know what happened."
"Alright," Renee responded, but he felt she didn't forgive him and that she was still mad at him.
"Renee," he spoke, as he decided to grab her hand, doing it so fast and unexpectedly that she didn't even notice until it was too late to prevent it, and he held it. "I should have . . ." He stopped because he didn't know how to continue.
Fortunately for him, Renee saw that he was really trying to make it right and realized she should help him out because he got lost somewhere in his apology.
"I forgive you for a being a jerk," she joked and smiled at him, what immediately made him feel better.
He smiled at her too and couldn't stop thinking about how sweet she was. Verve was filling his body and his mind. He took her other hand as well, and placed it next to the other one so that he could hold them both together. Looking into her eyes he suddenly felt this strange need to be close to her, to never let go of her. That was new, he never felt that way before. It was uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time.
Suddenly he let go of her hands and stepped backwards.
"Are you ok?" Renee worried when she noticed how differently he acted. His face expression changed in an instant.
"Mhm," he responded, but he wasn't very convincing. He hesitated when he was to decide what to do next. He felt like it would be best to leave but he also really wanted to stay. He was scared by his feelings. He felt shivers running through his body as his legs got weak.
"Dean?" Renee spoke to him.
Dean looked down at her, and when his sight locked on her eyes, that calmness in them passed on to him. He found support in them and doubts left his mind.
"Thank you," he sighed.
"You're welcome," she responded politely although she had no idea what she did that he could be thankful for. Well, except for forgiving him but that didn't seem to be the reason.
"Do you know that you've got magical powers?" he asked, and he sounded enchanted. Indeed, he was enchanted by her, but that was something she didn't know.
"I do?" she asked, not realizing that she has just been complimented.
"Oh yes, you do. You are like an angel who was sent to me from heaven."
After hearing that, she started blushing, so she looked away. But Dean found her. He placed his hand under her chin and softly moved her head towards him.
"You really are my darling," he realized, and knew it needed to be said out loud. He couldn't stop smiling at her, what made her really happy but the tension made her breathe heavily and this time she was the one with weak legs.
And it got much harder for her to keep her cool when he gently took her hand into his and softly kissed it.
Then he let go off her hand, stroked her cheek while keeping an eye contact with her, and finally, he left.