"This is a stupid idea. It is the stupidest idea you've ever had." Renee couldn't believe she let it go this far. She should have said no. Although it wasn't like he had actually asked her or even told her what would happen. He never gave her any details.

"Come on," he tried to change her mind. "You know you want it." He knew this was kind of extreme, but that idea attracted him so much. He had been thinking about it for a while. The initial problem was Renee. Well, no, the absolutely initial problem was that there was nobody to do it with. But then he started going out with her and that meant an opportunity to realize his plan. But Renee would have never agreed with this. Definitely not the Renee of the first few weeks of their dating. He wouldn't even have found courage to talk about it with her when they weren't together. And he was able to talk about a lot of weird stuff with her while they were only friends. Now it was different. He made her agree to try it. He had gotten her here. Now she was hesitating; but he still believed he could make it happen.

"You are crazy," Renee noted. Dean took it as a compliment. "What if they find out?"

"That's what makes it interesting. Don't you like that rush coming from danger of being caught?"

"No," she answered. "You like it; definitely not me."

"That's because you've never tried it," he tried to convince her.

"Then tell me, have you?"

Dean didn't reply.

"Now I'm curious." She even forgot for a moment about the situation Dean got her in and became more interested in knowing if he had done it before.

"No," he denied. "Of course not." His answer was confident, but that didn't mean he wasn't lying. "But I know you will like it."

"But . . ." Renee hopelessly searched for something that would get her out of there. But the problem was even if she made Dean see that it was not a particularly good idea, now it was safer to stay inside. If they went out, they would definitely be caught. This was a lost case.

"Relax, darling," he flirted with her. "It's going to be all right. Look, I made it look pleasant for you."

"Yeah, about that . . . I think Bray will be looking for his lantern." She may have had a point. But Dean didn't care about Wyatt's relative anger. He would steal it again.

Dean smiled viciously. "If you want I'll get his hat, too," he promised.

"You're crazy," Renee repeated. She felt she couldn't stress it enough.

"I'd get you Santino's cobra. I'd get you El Torito's tail. I'd get you Triple H's sledgehammer."

"Shh," Renee pressed her finger against Dean's lips to make him stop talking. He wasn't loud but it was still dangerous and it increased others' chances to discover them hiding under the ring in which a match was taking place.

"I'd get you anything. Just name it," Dean managed to keep talking, but turned down the volume.

Renee was pleased, but she couldn't actually see Dean meet his promises. More importantly, those things that he said he would get, or to be more precise steal, were of no interest or use to her. What would she do with Santino's green sock anyway?

"I'd steal my belt back from Sheamus," Dean made one more empty promise.

"That's what you want, not me," Renee pointed out. Then she felt silent. She felt frustrated due to the situation she found herself in. Maybe she should surrender. It wasn't like she didn't wonder what it would be like. Sure, it was dangerous, but maybe Dean was right. Maybe that was what was making it more interesting. She found encouragement in Dean's eyes. Should she do it? In this situation she could somehow relate to the phrase "you only live once."

She looked around one more time. There wasn't much to be seen. Some tools, which she got scared of considering Dean knew how to use them. But they weren't going to wrestle so she hoped he wouldn't. She wasn't his opponent; grabbing a steel chair or a hammer or a table would be unnecessary. If he wanted her to stop protesting, violence definitely wasn't a way to do it. Moreover, it would be difficult to locate the possible weapons. It was somewhat dark; the lantern didn't make that much of a difference. And it was loud. Fortunately noise was something they could make a good use of. But she felt a little claustrophobic. This was her first time under the ring.

Where did he get this idea anyway? Renee wondered. He often came up with spontaneous ideas that didn't make sense, but this one didn't just pop up in his head; he had to plan it. But still more surprising was that she was about to agree to it. Dean had bad influence on her. She had long known that, yet she didn't do anything about it. Quite the opposite, she always let him. She felt bad indirectly encouraging him in coming up with new things to do, to try. The way it usually went was Dean came up with an idea and Renee always failed to say no. When she thought about it, she realized she should start setting boundaries or it would get too far one day. This felt like that day, though.

Dean was looking at her lovingly. There was lust, too. He was able to ignore the sounds coming from above and focus on what he wanted. Was it dangerous? Maybe. Was it crazy? Definitely. Was it a stupid idea? Hell no. But he loved how she reacted when he first mentioned it. Her freaking out was cute. And how awesome it was that she eventually agreed? Well, she hadn't said all right, fine, let's do it, or anything similar, but he could see it in her eyes that she wouldn't oppose anymore. Dean even believed there was something inside her that wanted it just as much as him. Well, maybe not as much; girls have different priorities, he reminded himself.

"So how are we going to do it?" asked Renee, giving him the green light but also gaining herself some time. She wasn't ready.

Dean laughed covertly to avoid being heard and ruin his maybe only chance to finish his masterpiece. "Like you've never done it before," he commented sarcastically.

"Well, not here. Not like this."

"It works the same. But this time you keep quiet," he gave her an advise as he made a move. "Close your eyes," he whispered, and she felt his warm breath on her ear. There was no reason to postpone it. The more they waited, the bigger chance there was they would be caught. They needed to use the noise of the match and the arena to their advantage. If the whole place went quiet, that could get them in trouble. As long as people shouted, there was nothing to worry about. That was the conclusion to which Dean's logical thinking led.

Unlike Renee, Dean acted normal. Well, his normal. The situation didn't stress him out, and Renee wondered if he was that good at pretending that the surroundings was a quiet bedroom or he actually forgot that they were under the ring and made himself believe that they were alone. The third possibility was that he actually liked it the way it was. Loud and full of possible threats. Renee was tense, no matter how much she tried to accept the situation. Dean was making her feel a little better, giving her some of that it's-going-to-be-all-right attitude, but she simply didn't feel comfortable basically doing it in public.

"You're terrified," noted Dean quietly. He could see that she was trembling; he could hear her heart beating fast and loud. "You have nothing to worry about," he tried to calm her down, "I'm here to protect you." Dean's sweet words didn't make much of a difference. But he didn't give just yet. "You know how people on their deathbed say they regret things they haven't done?" Renee didn't answer, but there was something of a nod, rather unsure, but it was enough for Dean to go on, "This is one of those things."

"I don't think many people can get under the ring to do this," Renee rejected that idea.

"Exactly. You have a great opportunity. And, well," he spoke confidently, "you have here a guy who will make this experience unforgettable for you."

Renee finally smiled and her heartbeat got a little slower. It was still not enough for Dean. "There's no reason for you to be scared. It's not like you're about to jump out of an airplane, not knowing if your parachute opens or not," Dean joked. "Breathe." It wasn't an empty phrase; he really wanted her to take a deep breath, which would, in his opinion, make her feel more relaxed. "Breath in," he commanded, "breath out. Breath in," he repeated after he gave her some time to do as he ordered, "and breath out."

The worries were not gone, but she was ready. At least she knew it couldn't get much better.

"I got this," Dean said without a sign of hesitation. "Renee?" He made her look at him.

"Yes?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes," she replied quietly.

"Say it."

"I trust you," she did as asked.

"Good."