Hello! Welcome to Chapter Eleven! I hope you guys enjoy! Finally a moment alone with Dean and Angel! WOOT!

Smackdown: February 7, 2014

Edited: 3/15/2020

Chapter Eleven

Dean gave a little groan as he stretched out on the metal chair that he was sitting on. His eyes were glued on the TV that sat across the locker room from him. On it showed the aftermath of Bray Wyatt verses Goldust, which had ended with a Sister Abigail. And though it pissed him off to see Bray winning any match, they weren't watching for the fight.

The camera panned around the ring and a smirk appeared on his face as the titantron lit up with his own mean mug on it.

"Wyatts!" He watched himself start the promo.

"Man, that looks good." Seth smirked as he looked up as he and Roman packed their bags to go home.

Dean had to agree. Angel did a good job keeping up with their handheld style of promo. Which was a big improvement from what they were used to. Normally the production member that helped them film couldn't keep with them. Making it that they had to do multiple takes of a promo just because the cameraman fucked up.

"I'll believe in the Shield, when their eyes are battered shut! The Fools! The Fools" Bray yell towards the titiantron as the promo ended, before the cut to a commercial.

"That was a better reaction from him then last time." Roman chuckled as he finished packing.

"I think we're getting under his skin." Seth said as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

"Of course we are; we're the Shield." Dean crossed his arms as he picked up his feet and placed then on the table.

"Excuse me." A small voice came through the locker room, making him glance across the way to see Angel making her way around the other Superstars that were still here. Everyone seemed to move out of her way like they were scared to even touch her, only John Cena and Daniel Bryan even seemed to even acknowledge that she was there.

In fact, John Cena stepped up in front of her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder as he asked how she was feeling, which made Dean's brow raise.

"I'm doing alright." She smiled up at him as she hugged the large folder that she was holding.

"Your cheek is looking better." He watched as Cena gave her that smile that the camera loved and instantly found himself wondering when Angel and Cena became so chummy. Ever since the they met each other, he had never seen her talk to anyone other than him, Seth, Roman, and Renee. So, when did she have time to become best friends with the poster boy?

"It's getting there." She reached up and touched the small bruise that was still on her cheek. "Thank you for asking." Cena smiled at her as he stepped backwards and let her pass.

As she made her way towards them, Dean noticed as Cena's eyes ran towards him. A challenging smirk appeared on his face and Dean cocked his head before spreading his arms out wide with a 'you want me, come get me' look.

Cena shook his head, before turning his attention back towards Daniel Bryan.

"Hey guys." She smiled at them as she placed the folder on the table.

"Hey, how did you're meeting go?" Roman asked as he eyed up the huge stack of papers.

"Stephanie had to cut it short due to a business meeting, but other than that it was good." Her body seemed to instantly get exhausted as she talked. "She gave me a lot of information."

"I can tell." Seth pointed at the folder.

"A word for word guide on how to manage a Superstar." She flipped through the pages quickly, with a sigh.

"Sounds like a fun read."

She shook her head. "Oh yeah, I can't wait to read every word."

Seth chuckled at her. "Well at least you have something to read on the plane."

"Oh, I'm not going home this time." She said as she sat across from him. "I get to read this bad boy in the comfort of my hotel bed."

Dean noticed as Seth turned slowly towards him with a smirk on his face, which made him frown. "Well if you're staying…" He said turning his attention back to Angel who had opened the folder and started to look over the first page. "…at least you can keep Dean company."

He couldn't help but let out a small groan as Angel's head snapped up towards him. "You're not going home?"

"Nope." He gave a quick glare to Seth before leaning back in his chair to stare up at the ceiling.

"I thought all three of you were heading out tonight." Angel told them.

Taking a deep breath, his eyes locked onto a water mark that was on one of the ceiling tiles. It was shaped like a slightly deformed elephant that seemed to have five legs or two trunks.

Out of the three of them, he was the one who went home the least. There was no reason to, unlike Seth and Roman he didn't have a girlfriend or family waiting for him at home. He didn't live in a big house that was any nicer than the hotels that he stated in.

No, every time he headed 'home' he was greeted by the small, almost empty apartment in Las Vegas that he had been living in ever since leaving the training facility in Florida.

"Were you hoping to get rid of us this weekend?" Roman's deep voice traveled through the room.

"Oh!" Angel gasped. "No, No. It's not like that."

Dean didn't even have to look up to tell that she was blushing nonstop while biting that bottom lip of hers. He cursed at himself as his curiosity got the better of him and he lost the internal fight.

His eyes dropped from the ceiling to look down at the girl sitting in across the table from him. And wouldn't you know it, he was right. Her face was as red as the Raw logo and she was indeed nibbling that bottom lip of hers.

Hello, Miss Innocence.

"He's messing with you." He sighed, making her look back at him, still biting that lip.

"Shit!" Seth exclaimed out of nowhere as he looked down at his phone. "We're going to be late if we don't head out now." He said looking back a Roman.

Roman nodded as he picked up his back and started towards the table. "We'll see you Monday then."

Dean dropped his feet of the table and pushed himself out of the chair, trying his hardest to hide the groan of pain that was trying to push passed his lips as he used his left arm. "We'll see ya, man." He clapped Roman on the shoulder.

"One of these days you have to come visited the girls, JoJo had been asking about her 'Uncle Dean'." Roman said as he returned the clap, thankfully on the right shoulder.

"I'll have to clear my schedule then, sometime soon." He gave the man a smirk. Roman's daughter Joelle or JoJo, as her dad liked to call her, was one of the sweetest little girls that anyone could ever know. As well as the ONLY kid that he could get along with for long periods of time, or maybe it was safer to say that she was only kid that could get along with him.

In fact, the first time JoJo had come to visit her dad while he was on the road, she attached herself to him and started calling him her uncle. And even Dean Ambrose wasn't too big or bad to say that it didn't warm his heart.

"I'll hold you too that." Roman nodded his head before turning to Angel, who had stood from her seat as well.

"Have a safe flight." She smiled up at the Samoan. "Oh, and make sure to take care of that cut."

"Don't worry I will, or Galina will kick my ass." He snickered but Dean knew that the man was telling the truth; he would be lucky if Galina didn't kick his ass just for getting the cut.

Shaking his head at the two of them, he noticed Seth walking up to him out of the corner of the eye. "Hey man, have a safe flight." He nodded to the multicolored haired man only to regret that decision when he saw the smirk that was plastered on the man's face. "What?"

"You be good while we're gone." He said sounding like he was talking to a baby and didn't that just make his blood boil.

"What the hell do you mean?" He glared.

"I mean, don't get too lonely without us." He winked as he gestured over to Angel who was still talking to Roman.

He rolled his eyes as he reached over and gave Seth a good smack on the chest. "Fuck you, man."

"Hey, I'm just saying." Seth held up his free hand and stepped back.

"Yeah, yeah right." Dean could feel his body getting twitchy as he stood there causing him to shift his weight as he glared at Seth. "I tell you, what I told Roman. Not. My. Type."

"Alright, alright man." Seth took another step back. "I didn't mean to wind you up like this." He sighed. "I was just having a bit of fun."

"Yeah. I know what you're doing." He said rubbing his left peck.

Seth smirk turned into a look of defeat as Roman walked over to see what was going on. Good old Roman Reigns. The man was always ready to be the fatherly figure.

"I thought we had to hurry?" Roman questioned as he looked from him to Seth and back. "What's up?"

"Nothing." Seth sighed as he stepped back and looked at Roman. "You ready?" Roman nodded and the two of them started for the door. "See you two." Seth gave a wave back.

Damn it. He cursed at himself as he started to pull the tape off his hands. He didn't mean to let Seth get under his skin. Didn't mean to lose himself like that. He didn't even know why it happened, this wasn't the first time that Roman or Seth had started on him about a girl. Though most of the time it was a girl at a bar, and not a new teammate, the teammate that he didn't want.

His eyes landed on Angel as she started to pack up her thing into her small backpack. She was having a little bit of trouble with getting that folder into the thing. Frustration was plastered on her face as she gave up, though that looked changed quickly as she realized that he was watching her. And would you know those hazel eyes lit up as she turned towards him holding the strap of her bag in one hand. "You want to share a car to the hotel?"

"Nah. I'm going to walk." He balled up the tape from his hands and threw it across the room into the trash can.

"Walk." Her eyes widened. "It's below freezing out there."

"Yeah so?" He frowned. "Did you forget that I go for a morning run…every morning?" Rain or shine, hot or cold.

She almost frantically shook her head. "It's almost eleven o'clock at night."

He raised an eyebrow at her. Was she worried that it was too late for him to be walking alone at night? Him? He was the kind of man that most people didn't want to run into at night. She knew first-hand that he could fight, he's been doing since before he was seventeen.

"I'm a big boy I can make it all the way back to the hotel by myself." He didn't mean to sound as condescending as he did, but he couldn't help it; it just sounded so nuts to him that she would worry about him like that.

"I know you can." She said while grabbing her jacket off the rack that she had shared with Seth. He sighed as she put the thing on, he could see the worry still covering her face.

Taking a deep breath, he let his eyes fall from her to the ground as he cursed the words that were about to come out of his month. "If it will make you feel better, I'll come with you."

He thought her head was going to fly off with how quickly she went from looking at her stuff to him. Her eyes went wide with shock and her mouth fell open. "I…I don't…I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything and just grab your stuff." He sighed as he made his way to the locker that he had thrown his stuff in. He picked up his leather jacket and duffle bag off the floor. "Ready?"

He turned towards her just in time to see her spin around her toes, so that she could grab her folder off the small locker seat that she was using. "Ready!" He groaned about how happy she sounded.

Without thinking, he threw his duffle bag strap over his left shoulder, which caused him to bite hard down on his tongue to stop from making any noise from the pain that shot through his body. God fucking damn it!

"You alright?" Angel's eyes widened as he blindly kicked out, hitting the back of the locker.

"Yeah…" He groaned as he lifted the bag up with his right arm to take a bit of pressure off of his left. "Just great." He said cursing at himself for being so stupid as to throw his bag onto his bad shoulder. Though the pain dulled, it felt like it was sitting right on his nerves and wasn't that just dandy. Taking a deep breath, he let the weight slowly drop back down onto his shoulder. His arm still complained about the extra weight, but it was at least tolerable. Which was good, because it would be too much of a pain to switch arms now.

"Let's go." He started walking without even checking if she was following him. It wasn't until he was halfway down the hall that he even slowed his walk down to a pace that he knew she could keep up with. Which still took her a little while to catch up to him.

When they got to the back door of the arena where the rental car was parked, he sighed as he looked at the car that would normally hold all four members of the Shield. Now it was just going to be her and him, alone…

I should have just walked.

A.A.A

Angel sighed as she leaned back in her bed with the folder that Stephanie had given her about how to be a manager on her lap. She had only gotten through about three or four pages in before her eyes started to threaten to close themselves.

After she read the same line for the fifth time in a row, she decided that it was time to stop and go to bed. Sighing she packed up the folder before leaning down and placing the thing on the ground.

A knock at the door made her jump and almost fall out of the bed as her eyes landed on the big white door of her hotel room. She glanced at the clock on the end table. It was almost one in the morning. Who was at her hotel room door at one in the morning?

Hoping that it wasn't important, she hopped quickly as she could out of the bed and over to the door. Standing on her tiptoes, she looked through the peephole and her jaw almost hit the floor. Dean Ambrose stood on the other side of the door, with those pursed lips and crossed arms.

Why would be at her door at almost one in the morning?

Not sure what else to do, she opened the door. "Dean?"

"Hi…" His voice was quiet and raspier than normal as he fidgeted around, rubbing his left peck. "Sorry about bothering you so late." He sniffled as he shifted his weight around awkwardly. She couldn't believe her eyes as she witnessed Dean being awkward. "I was wondering…" He coughed. "…wondering if that offer for that shoulder massage was still on the table."

Am I dreaming? She thought as she just stared at the man in her doorway. She must have fallen asleep and was dreaming because there was no way that Dean Ambrose was standing there at her hotel room, in sweats and a wife beating, while shuffling around awkwardly as he asked for the massage that he had scoffed at earlier. There was no way.

"I mean if it's too late…" He ran his hand through his brown curls.

"No!" Angel shook her head. "Its fine, its fine, come in." She stepped aside.

Dean stumbled into the room, his big frame taking up most of the small entrance. As he walked, she could see his muscles twitching.

"So, why the change of mind?" She gestured towards her bed.

His eyebrow rose slightly. "It wouldn't stop bothering me and I couldn't get to sleep." He sighed as he stopped right in front of the bed. "So, how do you want to do this?"

She looked from the bed to the man standing in front of it. Even sitting he was going to he was going to be too tall for her to reach his shoulders easily. "Um…easiest way would be if you would lay down on your stomach."

"Alright." He nodded his head as he looked back at the bed. She could tell that he was hesitating to get on the thing. "Shirt on or off?"

Her eyes widened at the question. Heat hit her face faster than she could have imagined, as she started to think of what he looked without a shirt. She had seen him shirtless on TV while watching him fight, but she had seen him for the first time in real life over the week while they were at the guy. And when she did, she almost dropped to her knees as her eyes landed for the first time on that perfect skin. She was so glad that he had taken her wobbling legs as a sign that she had used the stationary bike too long and not because she was literally going weak kneed at the sight on his body.

Realizing that Dean was still watching her, waiting for her to answer, Angel blushed more and shook her head. "Whatever you feel more comfortable with." She prayed that her voice didn't stutter from the embarrassment.

Pursing his lips together, Dean seemed to think for a moment before taking off his wife beater in one fluid moment that left her in awe. And just like before at the gym, the air was knocked from her lungs as her eyes landed on that tanned skin.

He was built, not an inch of fat on his man though unlike Superstars like John Cena and Brock Lesnar; he didn't look like a bunch of rocks smashed together. No, when she looked at Dean Ambrose's body, the words "what a man should look like," came to her mind.

When she heard him give an awkward cough her face felt like it was on fire. She hoped that the man didn't just catch her staring at him. "Go ahead and lay down." Her throat went dry as soon as she started talking.

Lips still pursed, Dean nodded his head and turned towards the bed. "Who the hell only gets a double?" He snickered to himself as he climbed down onto the bed, groaning and mumbling choice words. "God damn, this bed is small." He said stretching himself on the thing.

She couldn't help but to laugh as she noticed that his feet were hanging slightly over the bottom. "Not everyone is six foot-four." She said as he tired his hardest to adjust the way he was laying, only to sigh and give up. After he just laid there for a few moments, she took a deep breath before slowly making her way to the bed.

As she inched closer to the man who look up almost the whole bed, she started to feel more and more self-conscious. Eyes locking onto his back, She cleared her throat, she tired to figure out what she was going to say to start this thing. 'I'm going to rub you back now'? Yeah, how stupid did that sound.

"Are…are you ready…?" Realizing that that didn't sound any better, she let out a sigh as she leaned against the side of the mattress.

"As I'll ever be." His gruff voice was muffled by the pillow he had his face smashed against.

Hands shaking, she reached slowly towards his shoulders. Don't act like this. She yelled at herself. She had given shoulder massages before; this isn't anything new. Somehow finding the courage she let her hands rest on his shoulders. Talking a deep breath, she tried not to think about how warm the man's skin was under her hands. "Let me know if I hurt you."

"Sure thing." She could feel vibrations coming from Dean as he chuckled.

Taking a second to get a hold of herself, she started the massage. Instantly she could feel the tension in his shoulders. He had a lot of knots that needed working out.

"You're…you're pretty good at that." He grunted out. "Ever think about becoming a masseuse."

Her face grew warm once again as she gave a slightly laugh. "My title has changed a lot in the last couple of weeks, so I think I'm going to stick with my current job at least for now."

As she pressed slight against his left shoulder a little harder, a slight groan came from the man. Looking down, she saw that his head was turned away from her and that his eyes were closed. She pressed again and his mouth curled up into a snarl while the rest of him tensed. Beside where she sat, she could feel Dean's clenched fist.

Even as he was showing signs of pain, he never told her to stop.

"So…" Dean sighed as he readjusted himself on the bed slightly. "So, what made you want to work for WWE."

She couldn't help but to let out a loud laugh. "Really?" She tried to cover up her awkwardness that came from the slightly outburst. "I would of thought that you of all people would hate small talk."

"I do." She thought she saw a small smirk come through the pain on his face. "Just thought it would be better than the awkward silence."

It shocked her, but she agreed; anything would be better than sitting here rubbing his back in total silence. "Alright, well…" She took a deep breath, trying to figure out what she was going to say. "I've loved to watch WWE and wanted to be part of it, ever since I was a kid." She smiled as she remembered sitting on the couch holding a makeshift WWF World Champion belt, while she cheered on the Undertaker, and new raising star at the time John Cena.

"I knew I would never make it as a wrestler, so I decided to do the next best thing and help make the show I love possible. So, I went to school…"

A low snore interrupted her, making her once again look down at Dean. "Dean/" She tired her best to lean over his large frame so that she could look right into his face. His eyes were still closed only this time, they weren't clenched in pain and his mouth was parted to let out even breaths.

Smiling, Angel stood up from the bed. A small ping of pride came to her as she watched the man sleep for a moment. He had shown up at her door saying that he couldn't sleep due the fact his shoulder was giving him problems and now here he was fast asleep after she worked on it for a few minutes.

Which either meant that she had loosened up some of the tension that was putting pressure on his muscles and nerves or she had bored him with her story. Either way the man was able to get sleep and she had help.

However, as she looked at the man in her bed that pride that she had slightly took a dip when she realized that the two-hundred-pound man was sleeping in her bed.

Great, now where am I going to sleep? She asked herself already deciding that she wasn't going to wake him up; after his match with Kofi and Dolph he needed all the sleep he could get.

Looking around the room, she eyed up the lounge chair that sat in the corner of the room and shrugged. Turning back to the bed, she reached out to grab the extra blanket that she had already pulled out of the closet, when her eyes landed on the sleeping man once more.

Her eyes drifted down the man's back and she gave a cock on her head as they landed on the two long scars that sat on his right shoulder and arm.

She didn't know why she was so shocked to see scars on Dean's back; she already knew that he was one of the roughest wrestlers and didn't flinch at the thought of him being in a bar fight or two. But for some reason those two areas of marked skin bothered her.

When she felt the heat that was radiating from his body, she realized that she had reached out to touch the scars. What am I doing? She questioned as she pulled her hand back. Shaking her head, she turned her attention back to get the extra blanket out from under Dean's feet without waking him.

Once she accomplished her task, she stumbled back away from the bed and over to the chair that she had resigned herself to. Rolling herself into a ball, she wrapped the blanket around herself and laid her head on the small arm rest before she shifted around until she was comfortable.

Though it was still a little longer before she finally got herself to shift off to sleep, and it wasn't because she was laying tangled in a small chair. No, she was ok with that, in fact, she was known for falling asleep in the weirdest way, in the strangest places. No, her mind was racing with thoughts about the man who was sleeping just feet away from her.

Where did he get those scars? Were they from a medical problem? A bar fight? A wrestling match? Or just some freak accident? She cranked her head back to take one more look at him. Any of the possibilities seemed to fit the man and more she thought about it the more she wanted to know. Though it wasn't any of her business about how he got the scars.

He got them and that was that. A sigh escaped her lips as her eyes finally started to drift shut.

Skovko: I'm glad you enjoyed Angel's plan to help get the camera! And yes Dean can be sweet when he wants to.

Labinnacslove: I'm so glad that you liked the chapter! And there is a lot of information in that folder, let's hope she doesn't burn herself out reading it.