Welcome to Chapter One Hundred Twenty Nine. I'm sorry about the like whiplash of feeling that happens in this chapter. It is leading to something I promise. I hope you like the chapter though. Also you've all been so nice with all the reviews recently and It means so much to me!

Saturday: August 16, 2014

The gym was filled with the sounds of someone abusing their body on a treadmill. In the corner of the large room, was pushing himself far past the limits that he should be pushing himself. He knew he would regret it later, but he couldn't stop himself.

He need to feel the pain that was racing through him. He deserved it. How could he be so stupid? How could he go and ruin the memory of such a wonderful night? Only he could do something like that. Fucking idiot.

Last night was so great, he had done what he had set out to do and made a mess out of Angel, in which he finished up by fucking her into oblivion. Afterwards, he cleaned up, he pulled his girlfriend into his arms and fell asleep.

Heavenly bliss.

That was until his fucking fucked up mind decided that he was too happy and decided to hit him with a nightmare that only reinforced all the doubts he had been feeling before. All the worries that last night was supposed to help quell.

The dream started out normal for him, he was laying in the ring covered in blood. It was his blood. He couldn't pinpoint where he was bleeding from, but it felt like there were small cuts all over his body, like he had been thrown into a pile of thumb tacks.

He groaned as he stretched. He couldn't remember the fight he knew it was important and knew he had lost. Trying to push down the embarrassment and disappointment, he scrambled to his feet and stumbled to the ropes to use them to help hold him up.

When he finally seemed to get himself balanced, he looked around the arena, trying to play the ever-tough guy for the crowd. That's when his eyes got caught on one of the many signs around him. As he read the words, his heart fell.

Angel's going to leave you.

"No." His eyes widened as he shook his head at the fan. "She wouldn't leave me." He tried to explain through the roar of the crowd. "She's not like that. She loves me."

As if he heard him, the fan turned his sign around. Who could love someone like you?

His eyes went wide as he spun around trying to find Angel so she could handle this for him. His blood ran cold when he couldn't find her. "No, no. She must be backstage." He tried to tell himself. "I'll head back there now, and she'll be there waiting for me with open arms…"

Another sign stood out from the crowd. Something this too good to be true, usually is.

"I know… But…" Before he could finish another sign filled his vision.

She's going to hurt you.

"No!" He yelled. "She wouldn't do that."

You're going to hurt her.

"I…"

Another sign. You don't deserve this.

Breathing became very hard.

Another. You push everyone away, why not her?

And another. You're too fucked up for her.

Everywhere he looked there were signs with big bold words.

She's going to leave you.

She doesn't really love you.

You don't deserve love.

You're destined to be alone.

He fell to his knees as his panic attack racked through him, but as soon as he felt the mat under him, he woke up. Without thinking he bolted from the bed. He knew he woke Angel up, but he didn't stop as he ripped his workout gear from his gym bag, changed and raced out of the room.

He had been on the treadmill ever since. He was trying to push back the bad feelings and thoughts with pain, but they kept seeping back.

Why? Why couldn't he get rid of them?

Sure, he always had messed up thoughts. His doubts and fears played heavy on his mind. But he never felt it like this. Never felt panic like this before. He felt like his heart was both going to pound out of his chest and stop at the same time. It made him feel like he was going to throw up.

"Shit man." Roman's voice hit him suddenly, knocking him from his head so hard that he almost fell off the treadmill. "How long how have you been here?"

"I don't know." He answer honestly.

"Well, you might want to cool it." He said. "You're soaked."

Dean groaned as he slowed the treadmill down until it stopped. As soon as he stopped moving, he had to grab onto the bars of the treadmill to stop himself from falling.

Roman chuckled but he stepped forward as if he was going to catch him. "Fuck, you really did it this time. You do remember that you have a match night and tomorrow is Summerslam?"

"I do."

It was Roman's turn to moan. "Let me guess, you're beating yourself up over something."

He didn't answer, didn't need to. He knew that Roman already knew the answer.

"I know you've heard this a thousand times, but you need to stop allowing Seth under your skin. It's not good for you."

"Yep." He let a breath as he slowly stumbled off the machine. If only it was only Seth that was fucking with him and not Angel. Guilt hit him, Angel wasn't to blame, his own mind was. She was doing everything perfectly. And that's what's so scary.

Realizing that Roman was watching him intensely, he cleaned his throat and slowly made his way towards his water bottle and towel. As he wiped his face, he realized that Roman was telling the truth, he was soaked.

As he titled his head to take a swig of his water, he swayed on his feet.

"Are you ok?"

"Just peachy." If peachy meant that his legs felt like jelly, and his head was starting to spin. He could practically hear Roman shaking his head at him but chose to ignore it. Gathering his stuff up, he tried to focus on the soreness in his legs, as a way to keep his mind clear.

A.A.A

Angel wasn't too worried when Dean took off for the gym early in the morning. That was normal. In fact, most of the time he would be gone by the time she woke up, since she liked to sleep in and he liked to get an early start.

She also thought nothing of it, when Dean came back to the room about thirty minutes later and rushed into the bathroom to take a shower.

What did get to her was the hard, one- or two-word answers he started to give her when he got out of the shower.

"How was your workout?"

"Fine."

"You went easy on your arm, right?"

"Yeah. "

"Do you wanna go out for some breakfast?"

"Sure."

Turning herself from her task of packing up her things, she looked at Dean and instatnly noticed how tense the man seemed. His body was ridged, his movements slower than normal as he threw his workout clothes into his gym bag.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He shoved his running shoes into the bag. "Just tired."

Even as something in her gut told her he was lying, she tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he was just tired. That wasn't hard to believe, as she remembered how they spent a good portion of their night.

"You going to be ok for your match tonight? If not we could see if you can take the night off in preparations for Summerslam…"

"No." He shook his head quickly. "I'll be fine. Just didn't sleep well last night."

A sting of guilt hit her. When they finally curled up into each other's arms to go to bed, she had fallen quickly and peacefully asleep. Not even a little bit aware that he had a bad night.

"Too worked up about the match?"

He let out a sound that sounded almost like a scoff. "Yeah."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She could see him faulter a second like he was thinking about it. "Nah, I'm good." He said as he threw his gym bag on top of his suitcase. "Just in my head."

She let out a soft sigh. It was no secret that Dean had a habit of letting things bother him like this, the memory of him pinning her to the wall yesterday flashed in her mind as if to remind her of that fact. However, after the night they had shared, she had expected him to be in at least a bit of a better moon today, but instead he seemed worse.

Knowing that pushing too much could make him worse, she hummed out a little 'ok' before going back to packing. Just when she was about to finish, she heard an irritated sigh come from behind her as heavy footsteps made their way around the bed. Before she could react, she felt his arms wrapped around her shoulders.

"Angel." He said in a low voice as he pulled her back against him. "I swear it's nothing." His hold on her tightened for a moment before he cleared his throat and eased up. "I'm ok."

"Promise." She cranked her head to look up at him.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Didn't you say something about breakfast?"

"I did." She said taking note how he didn't promise her back. "Thought we could grab something before we hit the road."

"I'm down," He nodded. "Got a place in mind?"

"There are a couple of places nearby, I wanted to run them by you and Roman."

He nodded. "Cool, cool. Then how about you text the lug to see when he's going to be ready to check out while I take our things to the car."

"Hold on. Give me a second to text Roman and I'll help you."

"I got it." He told her, already reaching for her bag. "Anyways you should be taking it easy, you got quite a 'workout' last night."

Heat went straight to her face. "I…I'm good….I…"

He laughed. "I know you're good but let me do this as a small thanks for putting up with my shit."

"You don't need to thank me." She told him even as he stacked her bags and wheeled them over next to her his own. "Are you sure you're going to be able to handle all that?" She watched him try to figure out how he was going to set upon his task.

"Darling, I throw around two hundred plus men around a ring for a living, I can handle two sets of luggage." She could have sworn he let out a little, 'I think' before he moved both sets of bags towards the door.

"We'll as long as you don't go throwing my shit around like you do the men, then fine."

"Ok, no suplexing the bags."

He opened the door and pushed everything out into the hall before looking back at her, she froze for a second. The look wasn't one of a man who was just heading out to put their things in the car, it felt more like a look of a man who thought he might be seeing the person he was looking at for the last time. Her heart slammed in her chest as he walked out of the room and let the door slowly shut behind him.

What the fuck was that? She questioned sitting back on the edge of the bed. Her eyes were still locked on the door. She had never seen that look in his eyes before. Sure, he had given her a few gallows kisses and whatnots when there was a tough match coming up but never something like that. It was kind of scary.

"Dean's not just going to take off and leave…" She said pulling out her phone so she could text Roman just as she said she would. "He wouldn't do that…" She told herself as typed out the message.

After pressing send, she let out a sigh and fell backwards on the bed. The last twenty-four hours had been a rollercoaster of emotions and she was starting to realize that it wasn't over. That she had just made it up the first big hill.

She knew tension were high this weekend due to Summerslam, but she thought that she would at least get a small reprieve today. That she would wake up to a jolly almost hyper Dean who would be spoiling her silly for 'dealing with him' last night, and that after a nice breakfast they would hit the road.

She had been half right, he was spoiling her like he normally did, but he was far from the hyperactive man she thought she was going to get and it was a little worrying. "You're over thinking this, Angel." She said to herself as she stared at the popcorn ceiling above her. "He's worked up about the match tomorrow, and of course he would be, it's a big one. He just needs some time to come back around is all."

She just wished she could see into his mind to figure out just what was bothering him so much so she could help relief the struggle that he was clearly going through. She huffed out a small laugh as she could hear Dean saying. 'You don't want to be in my mind. It's a very dangerous place to be'.

To which she would just shake her head at him and tell him, 'If it's that dangerous you shouldn't deal with it alone'.

Her phone going off next to her stirred her from her thoughts. Holding it above her head, she looked at the text that just came in from Roman.

Just let me take a shower and I'll be ready to head out. Also, I'm sure you realized this but Dean's in one of his moods.

She typed back.

K. And yeah I noticed.

She let her phone slide out of her hands and down to her chest with a thump. With another long breath, she closed her eyes and the next thing she realized she was being jolted awake by the sounds of the door to her room opening.

"Shit." She gasped as she sat up quickly, her eyes shooting over to Dean who was walking through the thing.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

"It ok." She put her hand to her chest. "I must have drifted off there for a second."

"Didn't get enough sleep last night?" He asked with a playful raised brow.

A jester that made her own racing mind chill for a moment. "And who's fault is my lack of sleep?" She played back.

A small smirk found its way to his face. "You didn't seem to mind last night."

"Of course I didn't, but that was before I woke up sore and tired." She stretched her arms over her head as if to emphasize the point.

"Well, it might not help with the soreness, but you can always take a nap in the car." He said walking up to the front of the bed. "Did you message Roman?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "He said he just wanted to take a shower and then he would be ready."

"Oh, so we're here for another hour." He picked. "Hope he doesn't use up all the hotel's hot water this early in the morning, would be a shame for everyone else."

She rolled her eyes at him but couldn't help but feel relieved at the fact that he was still joking around with her like normal. At least there was that. "Did you get everything into the car alright."

"Of course." He nodded. "You know I'm a pro at luggage Tetris."

"Wel pro luggage Tetris man, I was just making sure."

Chuckling, Dean held out his hand out to her. Taking his hand, she was suddenly pulled to her feet. Standing toe to toe they just looked at each other, before Dean's eyes dipped down to her neck. She knew what he was looking at. Since they had a long drive ahead of them, she didn't even attempt to cover up the small bruises that were littered around the large bite mark.

"I did a number on you huh?" He reached up to touch her.

"Just a bit." She agreed while leaning into his touch. "Going to hell to cover up for tomorrow."

"Then don't."

She blinked at him. "You want me to show this off on the second biggest show of the year?"

"Might as well, we did kiss on the first biggest show."

She shook her head as a knock came from the door. Dean turned around and opened the door revealing Roman who was toting his bags behind him. "Hey."

"Hey." Dean said back as stepping to the side.

Roman stepped slightly into the room. "Are we ready to head out?"

"Yeah, we were just waiting on you." Dean crossed his arm.

"Well, I'm here now, so let's go."

D.D.D.

Dean held the door to the small café that Angel and Roman had decided on and gave the best smile he could to Angel as she passed him. He was trying so hard to not let his mind ruin their time. He already felt bad that he had already taken it out on her when he got back from the gym. Luckly, he caught himself before, he said or did something really dumb. There's a plus.

"Hi, how many?"

"Just three of us." Angel answered the host.

The host nodded before looking both Roman and Dean up and down. "Give me one moment." She disappeared.

"Smells good in here." Roman said as pulled his hair up into a ponytail. "I think we picked right."

Angel giggled. "I think so too."

A couple seconds later, the host came back and sighed. "Is a booth ok? I will warn you they're a little small, but all our tables are full."

"Don't worry about it." Roman answered. "These two here are a couple, they're practically always in each other's laps."

Dean fought the urge to flick the man off as they followed the host back to a smallish booth. Sliding in first, he plastered himself against the wall, to give Angel enough room to sit down next to him.

"Your server will be right with you."

"Thanks." They all mumbled.

Roman chuckled. "Are you two ok over there?" He asked making a show of spreading himself out on his side of the booth. "Looks a bit tight."

To Dean's option it was super tight, and if he had been sitting next to anyone other than Angel, he would have been very uncomfortable. Well, more uncomfortable than he was with his one leg pinned to the wall, and the other smashed against Angel. He almost preferred if she was just sitting in his lap instead.

"It's not that bad." Angel said giving a small wiggle. "See."
"Totally." Roman laughed. "Now I can see that you have so much room over there."

"So much." She joined in the laughter.

As he watched the two of them joking with each other, he let out a deep breath. At least he managed not to ruin their moods so far. Yeah but we have a long drive ahead of us. Anything could happen. He was glad that he was normally the diver because he had to at least remain focused enough on the road that his mind couldn't haunt him too much.

Leaning back as much as he could in his seat, Dean listened to Roman and Angel make small talk, making sure to interject every now and then so they didn't worry about him being quiet.

"So." Roman said clearing his throat as he took a be gulp of the orange juice that he had ordered. Looking Angel right in the eyes, he said. "I'm not trying to be rude or anything but you do know that….um your neck is on full display? Right."

Angel's eyes widened for a moment before bringing her hand up to cover the majority of the marks. "I know." She sighed. "But since we're really just traveling today, I said fuck it."

Roman snickered. "I just wanted to make sure you knew…"

"Oh I know." She said while turning and giving a soft glare to Dean. "Trust me."

Dean put up his hand. "What?" He mumbled through the food in this mouth. "Don't glare at me. You didn't mind it when I gave them to you."

She blushed hard but kept up her little glare.

"If you two are going to fuck again, can you at least go to the car?" Roman groaned.

Suddenly Angel's glare was off him and pointing right at the man across the table, those this time it wasn't playful. "Why don't you say that louder, this is a family restaurant."

"Well, we shouldn't fucking be here then." Dean said, earing the glare back.

"Dean."

"Angel."

"God it's a repeat of last night." Roman put his face in his hand. "I really need to by those soundproof headphones."

The glare on Angel's face disappeared like a rocket as her eyes went eyed. Dean watched her in fascination was her blood seemed not to know if it wanted to color her cheeks or drain from her face. "I um…I."

"I'm joking." Roman told her.

She knew an empty butter packet at him. "Not funny."

He chuckled while looking up at Dean. "I thought it was, how about you?"

Dean smirked. "I mean if I answer that, she might kill me."

"I'll write a good eulogy for you."

"Good, good." He nodded as he caught Angel's look again. His brow rose, she didn't have the little pout that he expected, now she was smiling at him and happiness in her eyes. "What?"

"Nothing, just glad that you seem in a better mood."

Ah.

"Oh, he was grumpy for you too?" Roman asked. "I found our sour puss in the gym, running himself so ragged on the treadmill that he was soaked in sweat."

The happy look turned into one of worry really fast. "What?"

"It wasn't that bad." He sent a hard look across the table.

"Not that bad, you wobbled walked out of the gym."

I'm going to fucking kill you. He said in his head as he felt Angel's eyes on him. "He's over exaggerating,"

"I'm not."

"Fucking hell." He cursed as he sloughed in his seat. "I'm fucking fine." He sighed as he caught a mother across the restaurant giving him a side eye. "I just pushed myself a little harder than I should have."

"A little."

'Fuck you' he mouthed trying not wanting to rile up the mother again. "You would like me to run a lap around the block to prove that I'm fine?"

"Wow." Angel put his hand on his arm. "Easy now. We're just worried about you."

"I know." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "but there's nothing to worry about, I'm fine."

"Well, you better be." The turn in attitude was like a one eighty and it almost gave him whiplash. "If you jeopardize your match tomorrow because you're feeling broody, I'm going to smack you."

He couldn't help but snicker at the childish threat. "I'm not going to jeopardize my match tomorrow. I'm already good." Well at least his legs were, his head….

"You better be."

"I am."

…

Well at least he thought he was, and he probably would have been, but after the long drive his legs were not having it. He just hoped it didn't show as he dragged his bags into the arena.

After Angel checked them in, they made their way back through the halls trying to find a nice quiet space for them. Dumping all their things in a messy pile, he let out a sigh before leaning against the wall. He glanced back and forth between Roman and Angel, waiting to see if one of them was going to call him out.

As Angel tried to 'organize' the mess, their eyes met.

Here we go. He readied himself, but much to his surprise she just kept on doing what she was doing. That was until her phone went off. She pulled it out of her back pocket and looked at it. He watched as her eyes read over whatever was on the screen before a smile came to her face.

"So, I have to run down to talk to Racheal real quick, and then I have my meeting. Are you two going to be ok while I'm gone?"

"Are we going to be ok?" Roman asked with a laugh. "What are we teenagers getting left home alone for a bit while mom runs an errand?"

Angel rolled her eyes and stuffed her phone back in its place. "You know what I mean."

"Yeah, we'll be fine." He smirked. "Mom."

Dean let out a snicker before nodding in agreement. "Go do what you need to, I have to run down to the trainers' room myself."

He saw the hesitation in her face as she processed what she said. "The trainers' room?"

"I'm getting my shoulder looked at." He stated. "Remember we talked about the possibility of me not having to wrap it anymore."

Her mouth dropped for a second. "Oh yeah." She smiled. "I'm surprised you're actually going to get the ok."

"I told you I would."

Angel stepped toe to toe with him before reaching up and grabbing his cheeks in both hands. "I know you did." She raised up onto her tip toes and gave him a quick peck on the lip, his hands instinctively found her hips and held on. "Here to finally getting the tape off."

"Don't jinx it, Babygirl." Roman laughed as he pulled his brush out of his bag. "Can't be doing that with Dean's luck."

He agreed. "Yeah, if we're going with my luck, I'm going to stuck wearing that shit for the rest of my life."

"Now don't you say that." She pouted at him.

"It's true though."

"Nah." Roman shook his head. "Knowing your luck, you'll walk down to the trainers' room but on your way, you'll bump into something, and hurt the other arm. So, you'll be able to stop taping your left but have to start taping your right."

Angel's eyes widened in fear as if that was really going to happen. "You know what, I'm leaving I don't want to hear anymore of this. You two are going to send me into a panic attack." She pulled out of his grasp and started quickly down the hallway.

Laughter chased after her as both him and Roman snickered at her reaction. "God, she's so easy to work up."

"She is."

"Speaking of working someone up, as much as Angel says that you seem to be in a better mood then before, you're not, are you?"

Dean looked over to meet the man's eyes. He shifted in his spot. He hated the way Roman looked at him. It was like he could see right through him, like he could peer right into his brain. And that wasn't somewhere he wanted anyone to be.

"Not really." He didn't bother lying. What was the point.

"So, you're faking it for her?"

"Yeah." He sighed. "Didn't think it would be very nice for me to act like an ass all day."

"Showing some growth there."

"Fuck you."

"I'm serious."

Didn't make it sound less patronizing.

"I mean the last time you were in a bad mood, you were throwing shit in the hallway and you bit the living shit out of your girlfriend in front of everyone, so this is progress since then."

"Since yesterday?"

"Yeah."

"And again I say fuck you."

"You can still go after last night?" Roman smirked. "Impressive."

"I'm going to the trainers' room." He pushed off the wall. "Getting poked and prodded by them is way easier than dealing with your ass."

Now it was Dean's turn to walk away while laughter chance him down the hallway.

A.A.A.

"Racheal!" She called as she pushed past the curtain that made up the wall for the wardrobe department.

"Be right there!" Racheal called back to her before she appeared from behind yet another curtain. "So, I think you're going to love me." She said with a large smile and excited eyes. "They look so good."

"I can't wait to see them." Excitement pooled in her belly as she walked over to the long table that Racheal used as a desk. Sitting next to her computer was a box, one that looked like the ones that held Dean's and Roman's shirts. This time the box was open and she could tell it was already been rifled through.

"You ready?"

"Yes."

She waited with bated breath as Racheal reached into the box and pulled out what was inside.

Angel gasped. "It looks so good!" She said as she grabbed the hoodie out of the woman's arms. "It doesn't look like they changed a thing."

"They didn't." Racheal started proudly. "I made sure of it, sent the design to Vince first to see his reaction. He loved it."

Not able to look away from the hoodie that was exactly like the one that they had mocked up, she ran her fingers over the DA symbol on the front. Tears came to hear eyes. She knew that she had other pieces of merch out there with her designs on it, but this time it really hit her. "I love it."

"Hey, you didn't even look at the back."

Realizing that she was right, that there was still a whole other side of the hoodie to admire, she flipped it over in her hands. Her eyes instantly landed on the graphic that said Dean 'Unstable' Ambrose in a style that mocked the parental advisory logo. "I wish it was tomorrow already. I want to show this thing off."

"I know. I was jumping for joy when they came in looking so good." Racheal said pulling out another hoodie. "That one is for Dean, and this one is yours." She said passing her the second one.

Biting her lip, she quickly tucked the larger hoodie between her legs so she could maneuver hers on. "It's even soft inside." She said as the fabric slid up her arms.

"I told you, you were going to like what I had."

"And I do." She said rotating to see herself in the mirror that sat a bit away from them. "I'm going to cry."

"Oh!" She felt herself quickly get pulled into a hug.

Angel quickly hugged her back. "I can't tell you how much this makes my night."

"I'm glad." She said pulling back. "I'm so happy I could make up for last time. I know Dean's shirt wasn't what you wanted."

"No but I've seen some fans with it on, so at least they like it." She sighed as she thought of the white shirt that was Dean's merch.

"Well that's a good way of looking at it," The woman sighed. "Oh by the way speaking of merch, I wanted to talk to you in person about what happened."

For a second Angel cocked her head trying to piece together what she was talking about, then it hit her. Seth's shirt. The feelings that she had when she saw that Seth has been wearing her logo, after everything, built back up in her.

"I'm sorry…" Racheal said looking that the ground. "I had the designs out on my desk the one day, I was going to give it back to you, but Stephanie stopped in to ask me about something and she must have noticed it and took it without me knowing. I thought I had just misplaced it with in all the fabric and stuff that I deal with every day, it wasn't until I saw it on the show did I know what happened."

"I had a feeling it must have been something like that." Angel nodded. "I knew you wouldn't just let the Authority use my design."

"Of course not." She said quickly. "And they must have known it as well because they put the order in without talking to me, and had it sent to Vince's office in Connecticut so that I would never see the shirts." Angel could hear the bitterness in her voice. "It's not like it's my job or anything."

Putting her hand on the woman's shoulder, she gave her a small smile. "It wasn't your fault. The Authority is going to do what they want without thinking about anyone else."

"I know, just sucks that they can get away with stuff like that."

"Happens when you're the daughter of the owner and her husband."

"Still."

Feeling bad for the woman, she gave her shoulder a pat before pulling her hand back. "Hey, on the upside the hoodies look really good." She spun around like she was wearing a ball dress.

"They do look really good, don't they."

They both chuckled.

"Shit. I hate to run like this but I got a meeting and then I have to make sure that both my knuckle heads are ready for their matches tonight."

"I understand. I got like three different ring gears to work on for tomorrow…" She trailed off as she looked at the pile on the table. She let out a puff of air as a look of exhaustion washed over her.

"Then, I'll leave you to it." Angel told her. "Thanks again."

"Anytime." Racheal waved her off.

Taking off the hoodie, Angel folded it so she could stack the two together and hung them over her arm to carry it better. She then went down to the conference room for her meeting. This one was with Mark and a few other managers as they talked about last-minute plans for tomorrow. Which she was thankful for because she didn't know what she would do if she had to play nice with Stephanie who normally ran these meetings. Not after finding out that she stole her designs.

The meeting took about twenty minutes, so much better than the normal forty to an hour ones they were used to. Gathering her things up, she said good night to Hank and left to go find her boys.

And she found them, right where she thought she would, where she left them. Though this time, they were both dressed in their 'ring gear' and ready to go.

"I have a surprise." She said in a sing songy voice.

"OH?" They both looked up at him.

She walked up to Dean who was sitting on a metal chair that she knew he had stolen from somewhere. "You ready?"

There was a suspicious look in his eyes as he looked her up and down. "Yes?"

"Here." She threw the larger hoodie at him,

He jumped as the cloth hit him. He caught it and looked down. "What's this?"

"Check it out."

Both her and Roman watched him closely as Dean unraveled the hoodie in his hand. "No shit." He smirked as he held it up and looked over the back of the hoodie.

"Oh, that looks good." Roman chuckled as he leaned closer.

Dean looked up at her. "Did you know that I used this before?" He asked, turning the hoodie around to show her the back as if she didn't know what it was.

"I might have looked up some of your old merch designs to figure out what you might like." She said putting her hands behind her back as if she was playing innocent. "Do you like it."

"Yeah." He nodded. "I do. Is this what you were talking about before when you told me to wait until this weekend?"

"Yes." She nodded. "Was it worth the weight?"

"Every second." He said standing up. She watched as he tried it on and hoped it fit him right. "Oh, this is high quality too." He fixed how it hung over his body.

Her mouth dropped a bit, it looked very good on him. it wasn't a thick hoodie, so none of his physic was hidden under it, in fact his arms seemed larger somehow with the black fabric wrapped around them.

Now she knew it was a little selfish, but her eyes kept locking onto the large DA that was on his left pec. It was weird how much she really enjoyed seeing the logo that she designed on him. Almost like a brand….

Wow, Angel.

"How does it look?"

"Amazing." The word slipped from her before she could stop it.

"Do you want me to wolf whistle or cat call?" Roman asked.

"Both." Dean told him.

Roman obliged. "This isn't fair. I want a super cool new hoodie like that."

Guilt hit her a bit realizing that she didn't put anything together for Roman. But before she could stay anything Dean turned towards the man. "Hey, you got a really nice shirt." He stuck out his tongue.

"Yeah well, so did you?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Will you just shut up and let me enjoy my new hoodie."

Angel tired to hide the sigh that she let out. She knew that Dean wasn't so keen on the white shirt. She didn't blame him, she wasn't either. Which was why she was really happy that he seemed to like the hoodie as much as he did.

"It does really look good." Roman said even with his fake pout. "The fans are going to love it."

"I hope so."

"They are."

Pride swelled in her chest at the certainly in Dean's voice.

"If they like it even have as much as I do, they will fly off the shelve." He zipped it up and put his hand in the pockets. The man looked like he wasn't going to be taking it off any time soon And as much as she didn't want him to, she knew he had to.

"We'll find out." She said as she gestured for him to take it off. "Come on, you can't wear it out and about until tomorrow night."

Dean looked dejected. "Really?"

"Yes, it's a surprise for Summerslam." She placed her own hoodie on the top of her bag. "Can't have you spoiling it on accident."

"Fine." Dean huffed. Her eyes flickered towards him as he shrugged the hoodie off his shoulders, got it was just as hot to watch him take it off as it was to see him in it. Damn.

As moved to pull the sleeves off, she finally noised the lack of tape that was on his left shoulder. "You got cleared?"

"Huh?" He turned his head to see where she was staring. "Oh yeah, no more tape for Deano."

Her eyes lit up. "That's great!" She launched herself at the man, pulling him into a big a hug, gigging as her face smashed into him. For Dean to be cleared that meant that his arm was finally 'healed', at least enough that the medics weren't worry about it anymore.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing." She said pulling away and wiping the tears that were in her eyes. "I'm just so happy that you're finally fully cleared." She tried to ignore the 'for now' that came from Roman beside her.

"Yeah well, I'm just glad that you don't have to rip my arm hair off every night." Dean said rolling his left arm as if he couldn't really believe that the tape was gone.

Roman chuckled. "Don't let him fool you, he's been grinning like a fool since he came back from the trainers' office."

"I have not." He sung his arm, slapping Roman with hoodie that the man caught against his stomach. "You better not tear my new hoodie,"

"If you don't want it torn then you shouldn't have used it as a weapon,"

"Roman please don't rip it." Angel said even though she knew the man wouldn't dare.

"Fine." He passed let go of it.

After Dean passed her the hoodie, Angel tucked it next to hears and smiled at them once more before talking a seat next to the boys. "You guys ready for tonight."

They both groaned. "Can it just be tomorrow already?"

Roman nodded. "I know, I've been amped up for tomorrow since the Monday." Something flickered I the man's eyes. "I just want to get my hands on Randy already, like fuck."

"Tell me about." Dean glanced over at him as he messes with his leather jacket that sat on the back of his chair. "I've been dying to get my hands on Seth for months and now I'm one fight and a fucking night away from it." He pulled the pack of gum out. As he fumbled with the pack, she could see him getting antsy. His leg started to bounce like crazy, though he didn't seem to notice it.

"Don't be discounting your fights tonight."

"I'm not." Dean said holding out the gum for her.

She thanked him and took a piece out. "Good."

"Speaking of you match." Roman said as he declined the gum offer. "What's your plan."

Dean raised a brow as he put the pack into his jacket before starting to unwrap the piece in his hand. "Punch him in the face a bunch."

"I mean with this one." Roman pointed at her.

Her eyes widened as she popped the piece of gum in her own mouth. The mint flavor that reminded her of Dean filled her mouth. "What?"

"There's no way you're going to let her down at ringside right?" Roman asked.

Dean paused and blinked at him for a second. "Shit. Yeah that's a no go."

"Dean…" She went to tell him that she had already signed up to be a lumberjack but the look he gave her when he thought she was arguing with him made her stop.

"Nah Angel, there's going to be twenty men out there. And as much as I know you did such a good job at making sure they're not all on the Authority's side, I can't trust them. Plus, with that many bodies standing ringside, waiting for either me or Seth to tumble out of the ring so they could beat us up and throw us back, there's no telling what might happen." She didn't miss the way he ripped his hand through his hair as if he was trying to calm himself down. "You can't come out with me."

"Alright," She played with the gum in her mouth. She felt bad that she was basically lying to the man, but she knew he would flip shit if he found out now. Not that he wouldn't when he saw her standing ringside with the rest of the lumberjacks, but by that time it would be too late. She would make it up to him.

Not really paying attention to anything else the boys had to said, Angel quickly pulled out her phone and brought up her text messages with Renee.

Hey. So, don't hate me but I did something stupid and need your help.

It took the woman no time to text back.

What did you do?

Angel could nearly see the woman hunched over her phone with a worried frown on her face.

Remember I said don't hate me. I might have signed up to be a lumberjack for tomorrow.

There was a longer pause then she would have liked before her phone went off again.

You did what! What does Dean think about this? Let me guess he doesn't know and that's what you need help with.

Looking over at Dean trying to make sure that she wasn't giving away anything she messaged back.

Ding ding ding we have a winner.

She jumped when her phone started to ring. "Excuse me." She called quickly as she made her way down the hall a bit before she answered it. "Hello?"

"I'm going to kill you." Renee said instantly.

"Hey, I gave you warning."

"Are you nuts?"

"Maybe." She sighed leaning against the wall. "There was only one more name needed on the list and I was scared of who might sign up so I put my name down."

"And what are you going to do out there?"

"I was hoping what I normally do, but you know more lumberjack-like."

"What does that even mean."

"I don't know." She popped her gum. "I didn't really think it through, I just did it."

"That much I could tell." Renee sighed. "So what is your plan to get around Dean then?"

"Um…I was hoping you could help me with that too."

"Should have known."

"I'm going to have to go to the ring before him…So maybe I'll have you distract him."

"He's going to notice that you're not there to wish him good luck."

"True." Heavy footsteps drag her away from her thought process to see Dean coming down the hall towards her. "Shit, I got to go. I'll message you later."

"Yeah, we'll figure something out."

"Thanks, see you tomorrow. Bye." She quickly hung up just in time for Dean to reach her. "Hey."

"Renee?"

"Yeah, she was asking for fashion advice."

He raised a brow but dropped it. "Ok, well I wanted to let you know that they just called that the doors are open, and show will be starting soon."

"Thanks." She said pocketing her phone. "Guess I should get ready then."

"Probably." He shifted in his spot. "I'm going to piss."

"Ok."

As they walked away from each other, Angel made a metal note that Dean's moon seemed to have tanked. She prayed it wasn't because he heard her or anything.

Making her way back to their spot, she walked over to her bag and pulled out the plain black shirt she was going to wear for the show tonight, and her small makeup bag. She knew she couldn't cover the hickeys as well as the makeup department could, but since it wasn't televised, she figured a little foundation would be enough.

"What happened while I was on the phone?" She asked over her shoulder to Roman.

"Nothing." He looked up from his phone. "Why?"

"Dean seems to be upset again."

"Oh?" He shrugged. "You walked way and the conversation kind of stopped. He's most likely just in his head, again. Thinking about his match with Seth tomorrow."

"Yeah." She agreed. "I hope finally getting a change to take on Seth one on one helps him."

"I do too."

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