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Saturday: February 8, 2014

Edited: 3/15/2020

Chapter Twelve

Dean groaned as he stirred from sleep, his body felt like a ton of bricks and was sore from last night's match. He let out a cruse as he messed around with his jaw, which cracked and popped as he moved it. Fuck Kofi. He grumbled to himself as he remembered Kofi Kingston pulling him off the apron last night, making him slam his chin against the mat. Letting out another groan, he reached up and rotated his jaw trying to get it to loosen up.

That's when he realized that he couldn't hear his phone's alarm going off. So, either he had forgotten to set the thing before he went to bed or it was a lot earlier than he thought it was. Letting his eyes open, he instantly knew that he wasn't in his hotel room.

His eyes quickly ran around the room that was much smaller than the one that he and Roman shared, and he sighed when his eyes landed on a small familiar black backpack that was sitting down next to the bed. It was Angel's.

He ran his fingers through his hair. He was still in Angel's room; he must have fallen asleep while she gave him that shoulder rub. Shit. He leaned back in the bed and let his forearm fall over his face as he shut his eyes. Oh God, how did he manage to fall asleep in Angel's bed. Even after his one-night stands, he was able to drag his ass out of the bed and hit the road.

His eyes snapped opened. Where's Angel?

He sat up in the bed and gave another quick look around the room, that's when he noticed a small figure that he didn't see before draped over the small lounge chair that every hotel felt obligated to put into their rooms.

Why was she there? Why didn't she just wake him so that she could go to sleep? He cracked his neck before swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

Looking down at the floor where his shirt was laying, he let out a sigh. Leaning down, he picked the thing up and slowly put it on; a small groan came from him as he stretched his left arm out. It was still slightly sore but wasn't as bad as he expected it to be. In fact, it was a whole hell of a lot better than it was last night before he came to see Angel. Thanks to her…

He turned back towards the sleeping girl with a sigh. As he walked around to the front of the chair, he thought about shaking her awake but as his hand reached out to do just that, he stopped himself. She had let him sleep so the least he could do to thank her was to let her sleep.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he bent down and gently moved the blanket so that he was able to snake his arm under her legs while he slid the other one under her back. She stirred slightly as he lifted her into his arms. Pausing for a moment to let her drift back off to sleep, he readjusted her in him arms so that it was easier for him to carry her.

He turned to make his way over to the bed, when the blanket untangled itself from her and fell to the door. Almost instantly Angel shivered and cuddled herself into his chest.

Taking in a deep breath, he looked down as she rubbed her cheek against his chest and that claustrophobia feeling took a hold of him. When he got to the edge of the bed, he fought the feeling that made him want to toss her onto the bed and instead leaned down and gently placed her down.

By the time he pulled away from her, his body was twitching, and he had to shake the feeling off by dancing around, hopping on his feet and throwing his arms out.

Once he felt a bit better, he reached down and grabbed the blanket off the ground and threw it over her. As soon as the thing hit her, she grabbed the thing and cuddled herself against it.

Shaking his head at her, Dean walked around the bed over to the end table and wrote a small thank you note for the shoulder rub before heading towards the door.

When he got to the door, he took a deep breath. He knew how bad this was going to look. He was walking out of a hotel room that wasn't his own with bed head at five in the morning. Which wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the fact that this whole floor was full of WWE crew members and managers; people who knew both him and Angel.

Praying that no one was in the hallway, he slowly opening the door. Peaking his head out, he looked both up and down the hall before stepping of the room. Safe. Though as if to spite him, the elevator door dinged and opened as soon as he turned to close the door behind him.

Damn it. He sighed as he thought about jumping back into the Angel's room until whoever was coming onto the floor left, but that could raise more questions. Inhaling deeply, he finished closing the door and started down the hallway towards the elevator, acting as if the person that was walking towards him wasn't there.

As he got to the elevator, he could hear a door down the hall open and close. Sniffling, he rolled his shoulder before hitting the up button to call the elevator back to the floor. As he waited for the thing, he grabbed his phone out of his pocket and sighed as he looked down at the thing. It was indeed five thirty in the morning, so it seemed that his internal clock was at least working and woke him up just in time for his morning run.

The elevator dinged again, and his eyes snapped up to the thankfully empty compartment. Quickly he got into the thing and let a huge sigh. What away to start the day.

A.A.A

Angel yawned as she rolled over in the bed, a groan slipping from her lips as she stretched her back. Her eyes flickered opened, blinking at the light that came through that window. She turned so that she was facing the thing and smiled at the warm light. Curling one arm under her head and slug the other across her chest. She settled back into the bed but that's when she jumped out of her skin as she realized that she wasn't where she had gone to sleep.

Sitting up quickly, she looked around trying to figure out what happened. That's when her eyes landed on the folded-up piece of paper that sat on the end table next to her bed. This was déjà vu. She told herself as she reached over and grabbed the note.

Thanks for the massage; sorry I fell asleep on you. See you later.

Dean

She smiled as she read the note once more. The first time he had left her a note she just through it was sweet of the man, but now that she knew him, she couldn't help but to feel an odd sense of delight. She could picture Dean leaning over the hotel's scratch pad, that was always right next to the phone on the end table. She could see his lips pursed; his brows drawn as he thought about what to write. She knew that something like this wasn't in the man's normal repertoire. She just couldn't see him writing little notes for his friends and family; which only made her feel more special as he did it for her twice.

With a small smile on her face, she looked down one more time at the note before she folded it up and placed it back on the top of the end table. Her eyes flickered down to the clock and she sighed, it was almost eleven o'clock and she was still laying there in bed.

Time to get up. She took a deep breath as she pushed herself out from under the covers and forced her body out of the bed. Her eyes ran around the room as she started towards the bathroom; eyeing up everything of hers that was still scattered around the room. Everything that she needed to pack up. Travel day was tomorrow; which meant a three-hour flight to Los Angeles that she had to get ready for.

As she finished up in the bathroom, her phone started to ring. "Coming" She yelled at the thing as she practically jumped over the bed and grabbed her phone that was laying on the floor next to the 'how to manage a Superstar' folder that she was trying to read last night. "Hello?"

"Angel!"

A smile came to her face as she sat up. "Hey Renee, what's up?"

"Not much." She could have sworn that Renee was giggling slightly. "Just wanted to know if you wanted to have a girls' day out."

She leaned back against the wall. Girls' day. Didn't that just sound good? For the last almost two weeks she's been hanging out with only the Shield boys and as much as she liked hanging out with them, she needed some time to hang out with a female. She needed to be able to be able to talk about things that she could never talk to the Shield about, and who better than Renee Young. "What did you have in mind?"

"A little shopping and some food. So how about it."

She nodded her head, even though she knew that Renee couldn't see her. "That sounds amazing."

"Good!" Renee's voice grew higher. "I think that we have a little catching up to do."

"Yeah?" She agreed that they had to catch up after not really talking for two weeks, but Renee sounded like she had something particular that she wanted to talk about.

"So, met you in the lobby at…" She paused, and Angel could hear her shifting around. "One o'clock."

Angel quickly looked up at the clock that read twenty minutes after eleven. "One o'clock it is then."

"Great! It's a date." She could hear people talking behind Renee. "Well I have to go, but I'll see you at one."

"See you then."

"Bye." She hung up.

She snickered as she dropped her phone from her ear. Ever since she meant Renee Young, she got along with her; even though she was the complete opposite of her. Renee was extremely outgoing, while she was…not. In the week that she had shadowed her, they went out to three different bars and Renee tried her hardest to get her to go to a party being held by the Divas. Though once she told Renee she wasn't into partying, she backed off and asked if she wanted to go see a movie instead. That was when Angel realized that she couldn't ask for a better friend.

She placed her phone down on the end table and started once again to get ready for the day; picking out a nice outfit, brushing her hair, and quickly packing up her things for tomorrow. She didn't know how late Renee was going to try to keep her out until and didn't want to have to pack up after a long day out.

Sighing she grabbed both her bag and the folder off the floor and set them on the edge of the bed. She went to try to stuff the folder into her bag once again, but her eyes landed on the three warm compresses that she had 'tricked' one of the crew members to get her yesterday while helping Dean steal the camera for their promo.

She gave a small snorted as she looked at them. She had gotten them for his shoulder like she had said but had totally forgotten to give them to him; which she was really starting to regret. Even though she worked out a few knots last night and made it so that he was able to sleep, that didn't mean that it was all healed up and ready to go. And though he wasn't scheduled to fight on Monday, that could always change and the last thing he needed was to strain that arm even more.

Letting out a sigh, she quickly grabbed the warm compresses out of her bag before going over to her suitcase. Unzipping the smaller pocket of the case, she reached in and grabbed one of the plastic bags she liked to carry with her for dirty clothes. She then unzipped the bigger compartment and pulled out that small first aid kit that her mom forced her to take with her. Opening the thing, she smiled slightly as she grabbed out both the small bottle of Advil and a couple Icy Hot bandages.

Stuffing everything into the plastic bag, she grabbed her things and made her way out of the hotel room. She had just enough time to stop at Dean's hotel room to give him the 'care package' before meeting up with Renee.

As she made her way down the hallway towards the elevator, her pace slowed. She knew that he was going to find this annoying and unnecessary. She had quickly realized that he wasn't the type of person that normally used things like ice packets after a match. In fact, both Roman and Seth told her that it was super rare that they were baffled when he used the one that she brought back for him.

Glancing back at the bag in her hand, she started to wonder if it was eve worth taking the trip. Answer, Probably not. But she was going to do it anyway; at least she would be able to say that she tried to get him to take care of himself.

When she got into the elevator, she hit the button for Dean's room before leaning back against the handrail.

Taking a deep breath, she watched the floor numbers go up until it finally reached the right floor. The bell rang and the doors opened. And her heart sank as her eyes landed on the three men that was standing outside of the elevator.

"Hello…Hello" She was met with an airy voice as she stepped out of the elevator. "Well what do we have here?" She had to crank her head up to see Bray Wyatt, Luke Harper, and Erick Rowan standing there looking down at her. Straightaway a lump had formed in her throat, and she found it hard to breathe as she stared up at the three hair-raising men.

"Well if it isn't Miss Angel Miles." Bray's eerie blue eyes locked on her as the sinister smirk found its way on his face.

"Um…" She watched out of the corner of her eye as Luke and Erick walked around her to get into the elevator, though it felt more like they were circling her as a prey. "H..hi"

"We just keep…" He paused as he twirled his hand around like he was trying to think of the perfect word. "…running each other. Don't we?" Her eyes widened as that smirk grew on his face as he stepped closer, making her step backwards. Her heart stopped as a spine-chilling laugh came from the man. "Until next time, little lamb." He stepped around her.

Frozen in her spot, she stared at the wall straight ahead. Even without turning around she knew he was still watching her; she could feel his eyes on her.

When she finally heard the dinging of the elevator hitting the next floor down, she felt whatever spell Bray had over her wash away.

Shaking, she brought her free hand up and covered her mouth. Her throat and lungs burned as she tried to catch her breath. She felt like a fly that escaped the spider's web. No, not escaped, the fly that the spider had let go by its own accord. She wasn't going to lie to herself, if Bray had decided to stand there for another hour, she would have been frozen in that spot the whole time. Once he opened his mouth she was trapped in that web.

She felt so stupid, so pathetic as she stood there having a full-blown panic attack. Trying to get ahold of herself, she readjusted her hold on the plastic bag care package before taking a deep breath and starting down the hallway towards Dean and Roman's room.

Though even as she walked, all she could think about was Bray Wyatt and that creepy smirk. Goosebumps ran up her arms as she replayed his voice over and over in her head.

Tripping over her own feet, she gave herself a mental slap and tried her hardest to focus on the task at hand. Looking ahead she saw the door she was looking for coming into view.

It wasn't that big of a deal that she ran into one of the most terrifying men in all of WWE and one that the Shield was feuding with, she was bound to run into someone up here. The upper floors ten, eleven, and twelve were being used to house most of the WWE Superstars and Divas; there were others scattered on other floors but these three were booked trying to give them some sort of privacy.

So, she was lucky that she had only ran into the Wyatt… she could have ran into Randy.

Another metal slap and she turned towards the door that was mark 1025. Taking a moment to regain herself again, she gave the door a knock. Almost instantly all thoughts of the Wyatts and Randy had left her mind as she started to panic about something completely new. What on Earth was she going to say if and when Dean opened the door?

Hi. Sorry about bothering you, but I have somethings that I wanted to give you for arm. She quickly rehearsed over and over in her head. But the door never opened. In fact, she never heard anything come from behind the door. "Not home." She sighed before turning back towards the elevator.

She really needed to get Dean's number programmed into her phone, she had Seth's and Roman's. They gave her their numbers Monday night at the bar, so that way they could let her know what gym they were training at, but Dean didn't.

Stephanie had given her each member of the Shield's information when she gave her the manager folder, that way she would always have it. But she hadn't gotten around to putting his number into her phone yet, and now she was regretting it. She should have known that there was a chance that the man wasn't sitting on his hotel bed watching TV.

Plan B. She sighed as she came up the plan to give the package to the front desk, to give to him when he came back.

By the time she got into the elevator and down to the lobby she was running late and could see Renee sitting in one of the lounge chairs waiting for her while she was on her phone.

"Hello, what can I do for you." The woman behind the desk said sounding like a robot.

"Hi." Angel gave a smile as she placed the plastic bag on top of the counter. "I was wondering if I could leave this with you, it's for a….a friend of mine, Dean Ambrose up in room ten twenty five."

The woman looked down at the bag before returning her gaze. "Sure, would you like to leave a note with the package?" She placed a pad of line paper out on the counter.

Angel nodded her head as she took the pen that the lady was handing her. "Um… Wanted to give this too you before but forgot. Hope they come in handy for your arm. Angel." She spoke as she wrote trying to make sure it sounded right. Once she read over the note two more times, she handed the pad of paper back to the woman. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The woman took both the note and the bag and turned around heading into the door behind her.

"There you are." Renee's voice came from behind.

Angel turned around quickly and smiled as her eyes landed on the beautiful blond woman that was quickly walking up towards her. "Sorry about running late, I ran into…someone in the halls."

Renee cocked her head and she could see the reporter style curiosity fill the woman's face but as quick as it showed up it went away. "No problem, I just thought you forgot about me."

"Forget about you? Never." She smiled. No one could forget about Renee Young.

"Good." Renee smiled back as she put her phone in her pocket. "Are you ready to paint the town red?"

Paint the town red was just what they did. Renee took her too every store that was in a twenty-mile radius and made her try on ever short cut dress and small pair of booty shorts that she could get her hands on.

Although none of them ended up in Angel's shopping cart at the end of the day; she did end up with a few more pairs of skinny jeans, a pair of cargo pants, a pair of combat boot, and a few different styles of T-shirts; all in Shield black of course.

"We should have gone back to the hotel first." Renee sighed as she scooted her way into the small booth of the restaurant they decided to eat at, trying her hardest to fit all of her bags beside her.

"I told you." Angel laughed as she did the same. "Are you sure all of that is going to fit into your luggage?"

Renee rolled her eyes as she got comfortable in her seat. "I'll make it fit."

"I'm sure you will."

After the waiter came over and took their drink order she noticed the strange look on Renee's face. "So…I waited all day to ask this, so be proud of me."

"Ask what?" Angel frowned.

"You know what." She watched a playful smirk formed on her friend's face.

"I do?"

"Dean Ambrose." Renee winked.

"What about him?" She asked, earning her a roll of the eyes from the woman across the table. "What?"

"Don't play coy with me." Renee said as the waiter dropped off the drinks and took their food order. "Out with it, I saw Dean leaving your room around five thirty this morning."

She saw Dean leaving her room this morning? What did that… "No!" Angel almost yelled as she realized what was running through the woman's head. "No, no, no, no!" She could feel the blush rushing to her face so fast that she almost felt dizzy. She couldn't believe what Renee was thinking, couldn't believe that she thought that her and Dean had…." It's not like that."

Renee started to laugh. "I'm sure it's not." She put her straw into her drink.

"It's not." She reached across the table and smacked Renee on the arm trying to stop her from laughing. "His shoulder was bothering him, and I offered him a shoulder massage, and he fell asleep during it." She tried her hardest to explain what had really happened. "He must have woken up and left around then."

"A shoulder massage?" Renee raised an eyebrow as she brought her drink to her face.

"It's true."

Renee looked like she was thinking about what Angel had said before she finally nodded her head and let out a sigh. "I should have known better then think that you of all people would have someone like Dean spending the night."

Angel frowned. "What do you mean; me of all people?"

Renee shook her head. "Oh, come on." She snickered. "I'll bet you've never slept with someone that wasn't a long-term boyfriend." As the words seemed too easily flow from Renee's mouth, she couldn't help but look away from the woman. "I mean, have you even kissed someone you weren't dating?" She asked. "So cute."

Angel carefully looked up from the ripped-up seat of the booth they were at. "Well, sorry that I don't like having…causal…causal sex." She could barely believe that the words came out of her mouth.

"This." Renee pointed at her. "This is why I should have known better that to think that something was going on between you and Dean."

All of the sudden, a burger and fries was placed in front of Renee while grill cheese and salad was placed in front of her. "There you girls go." The waiter said as he gave Renee a wink and a smile, to which Renee rolled her eyes and waved the waiter on.

"Maybe it's because guys don't come onto me like this." Angel pointed at the waiter.

Renee took a fry from her plate. "You don't want asses like that coming onto you." She said jabbing her fingers backwards towards the waiter. "He just hit on three other women before coming up here. He's just playing around."

Angel shook her head. It didn't matter if the man was playing around, he wouldn't have hit on her anyway. Not that she wanted him to, but she had realized that she was the 'ugly' friend. Not that she was really ugly, she knew she wasn't. She just wasn't the type of girl that seemed to catch the guy's eyes. At least none that she knew of.

D.D.D

Damn it. Dean rolled his shoulder as he walked into the lobby of the hotel. If he wasn't as sore as he was, he would kick himself in the ass for being so stupid. Was he really that stupid to push his left arm after Angel had worked out some of the tension just last night?

He spent most of the day working out, then did some shopping for things that he would need this week before hitting up the bar. And now he was starting to regret all the pushups and the half an hour of hitting the heavyweight bag that he did.

"Mr. Ambrose." A voice called from across the lobby making him groan at just the sound of it. Did he really look like the type of guy that liked to be called Mr? "Mr. Ambrose."

Taking in a deep breath, he turned towards the voice and sighed when he saw an oh so happy and smiley looking woman standing behind the counter of the front desk. Great. "Yeah?"

Seeming to be taken back by his tone, the woman's smile slightly faded. "A package was left for you."

"A package?" He frowned.

"From a friend of yours, a…" She nodded down at a piece of paper that she had in her hands. "A Miss Angel Miles." Angel…. He sighed as he started over to the counter. What the hell could Angel want to give him that couldn't wait until later? "Would you like the package?"

"Yeah." He watched as she turned around and went through the door that was behind her. As he waited, he leaned against the counter and tried to ignore all the weird looks that he was getting from all the people in the lobby.

"Here we are!" She said as happy as a clam, as she walked out with a plastic bag in her hands.

"Thanks." He sighed as he took the bag from her. Glancing down at the thing he couldn't stop himself from smirking. When the woman had said it was from Angel, he half expected it to be some sort of gift-wrapped package that had a card on the top with his name on it. Far from the fancy Walmart bag that was tied together on the top.

He played with the plastic bag as he started towards the elevator. Once the knot was out of the bag, he shook his head. Inside the bag were some warm compresses, pain meds, Icy Hot pads, and a small folded up piece of paper that looked like the paper from the front desk. Pushing the button for the elevator he took out the piece of paper and unfolded it.

Wanted to give this too you before but forgot. Hope they come in handy for your arm.

Angel

The elevator's door opened as he shook his head once more. He should have known it would have been something like this.

"Hold the elevator!" He heard as he stepped into the lift, after pushing the button for the tenth floor he held his foot out to hold open the door.

He looked once more at the bag as a woman ran into the elevator. "Thank you." She said as she hunched slightly over trying to catch her breath.

"Yeah, no problem." He rolled his neck as he moved his foot that was holding the door for her.

"Dean?"

Turning so that he could look down at the woman that stood beside her he sighed. Speak of the Devil. "Hey Angel." His brow rose slightly as he noticed all the bags that were draped over her arms.

"Can you hit floor six, please."

He did just that as the elevator started moving. "So…I got your package." He said holding up the bag for her to see, and instantly that red hue came straight to her face.

"Oh, I hope you find everything helpful."

"Yeah, thanks." He said even though the stuff in this bag was going into his duffle and probably never making their way back out.

As he looked down at her once again, he noticed something was off about her. She seemed to be fidgeting around a lot more than normal, and she wouldn't look up at him at all. In fact, her eyes were locked on the elevator doors.

He went to say something, but the elevator let out a loud ding and the doors opened. He glanced upwards to see that they were on floor six. "See you tomorrow." She said as she smiled straight ahead not bothering to look back at him.

Blinking, Dean watched as she walked quickly down the hallway towards her room as the elevator door closed slowly. He shook his head as he looked down at the plastic bag once again. There's something with that girl.

Skovko: You are so right! He should repay her by giving a massage! Maybe not right away though! I have plans.