Welcome to Chapter 13! Woot! I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Thank you for all the support it makes me really happy!

Sunday February 9, 2014

Edited: 3/15/2020

Chapter Thirteen

Someone please shut that thing up. Angel rolled over in her bed trying to turn away from the noise of the loud annoying alarm clock. After the noise didn't stop magically on its own, she opened her eyes and turned towards it. Eight in the morning? She sighed as he reached her arms across and turned the thing off.

Why did she stay up so late reading that stupid folder? She wanted to know what a manager does on travel days. And she just kept flipping through the thing.

Knowing that she had to get up, she slowly climbed out of the bed and started to get ready to head out, getting dressed, brushing both her teeth and hair, and finally packing the small odds and ends that we're left.

She let out a yawn as she finished zippering up her suitcase and threw her phone charger into her small backpack. She was glad that all the extra clothes that she had brought while out with Renee last night had fit into her luggage without much trouble. She did have a shirt and a pair of jeans in her little backpack, but other than that everything fit.

She looked back up at the clock and saw that it was eight thirty; which meant that it was time to 'go make sure that her superstar was up and ready to head out,' as the step by step folder of how to be a WWE manager told her.

Throwing her bag on her back, she grabbed her suitcase, and tossed her jacket over her shoulder before she turned around and looked one more time over the hotel room. She quickly went through the list of easy to forget items; phone, charger, wallet, work ID, and keys. After a second round of going through the list, she started out of her room and towards the elevators.

Though as she walked, each step grew slower. It was like her brain just realized that she was heading up to 'check on her superstar' aka Dean Ambrose, the man that she had made a fool out of herself in front of last night.

She pressed the up button and shook her head as she remembered what happened. She and Renee had just made it back to the hotel, when Renee told her to go ahead up without her because she need to talk to someone at the front desk about something. After asking her if she was sure, twice, Angel had lugged herself and her bags over to the elevators just in time to see the doors open and a man getting in.

It wasn't until she made it in the elevator that she realized that it was Dean standing next to her. At first everything was fine, it was just another one of those awkward moments that the two of them had grown accustom to, but it quickly changed as she remembered what Renee had asked her at dinner.

She still couldn't believe that Renee had thought that her and Dean had…had slept together, and she couldn't believe how stupid she acted in front of the man because of that.

As soon as Renee's words echoed in her head, she wasn't able to look at Dean or talk to him, because all she could think of was how many people thought that there was something going on between them and that if they saw them standing in the elevator together, the rumors would just grow. And then you just had to go and think of that…

She groaned as she got into the thankfully empty elevator. Last thing she needed was someone seeing how red her face was getting as she traveled up to Dean's room. But god, how could she not be blushing as the same thoughts that ran through her head last night were going through it again.

Stop it! She shook her head hard, trying to stop herself from thinking about what would have happened if Renee was right. What if she did sleep with Dean Ambrose? What would it be like? To be in those strong, large arms, to be able to kiss those pursed lips, to run her fingers through his long brown curls.

Ding!

She almost fell over, as the elevator stopped. The door opened, and she fumbled to get out with all of her stuff. Once she was finally out of the elevator, she took a moment to regain herself.

She couldn't believe that she had thought about Dean that way. She was his manager. She worked with the man, and yet here she was thinking about what it would be like to sleep with the man….

While scolding herself, she grabbed her suitcase and started down the hallway towards room 1025. She felt like she was running on autopilot as she stopped in front of the door, reached up and knocked. Though all she could manage to get herself to do was lightly rasp her knuckle against the door, which she knew there was no way he heard it. Building up courage, she brought her hand back up and gave a good proper knock against the door.

Almost instantly, the door ripped open making her jump. "Yeah?" Dean called out sounded a bit annoyed. She could hear the sigh that came from the man as his eyes dropped and landed on her. "Angel?"

"Morning." She gave him a small smile. "Just here to be your wakeup call and to make sure that you're all packed up."

Dean shook his head as he backed away from the door, letting her in the room. "Wake up call? I've been up and ready for hours." As she watched him walk away, she realized that he was wearing his running gear, a pair of sweatpants, and a wife beater that he wore under his hoodie while he ran. She also noticed that he's hair was damp and matted down against his face, like he had just gotten back.

Sighing she slowly she made her way into the room, though when she went to close the door behind her, her heart started to race. She was just about to close the door to the outside world, meaning that her and Dean would be alone, together, in his hotel room.

Stop it! She yelled at herself for the second time today. She wouldn't be thinking like this if it wasn't for Renee.

Taking a big breath, Angel shut the door as if she was trying to prove a point. However, once the door was closed that moment of boldness went away as she turned back towards the room. "Um…the bus will be here at nine thirty to take us to the air…" A small snort that came from the man that was walking around the room, cutting her off.

She turned towards Dean as he walked into the bathroom. "This isn't my first rodeo." He sighed before shutting the door slightly.

Taken back slightly, she leaned against the bottom on one of the beds and bit her lip. Great, she had just made a fool out of herself again. What was she thinking trying to explain things to a man who travel like this all the time? She must have sounded like an idiot to him. "Sorry about that."

A curse came through the semi closed door, as she heard Dean shuffling around. "Don't be." He called out, his gruff voice echoing. "It wasn't supposed to sound like that…. I didn't mean it like that… Just don't worry about it."

As Dean stammered over his words, she couldn't help but smile. There was something cute about someone like Dean getting slightly flustered like this.

Feeling a bit better, Angel looked up from the floor and her eyes landed right on the small gap of the bathroom door. Oh My God! She gasped. She could see Dean changing… He already had his wife beater off and was going for his sweatpants.

Her eyes widened and she yelled at herself to look away as Dean reached down and grabbed the waistband of his pants. As the muscles in his arms tensed to pull down his sweats, she quickly ripped her eyes away.

Who changes with the door open?

D.D.D

Dean cracked his neck and straightened his shirt as he looked in the mirror in front of him. I need to shave. He sighed as he rubbed the slowly growing scuff. Turning away from the mirror, he picked up the pile of discarded gym clothes, before swinging open the door to the bathroom.

Instantly his eyes landed on Angel, who was sitting on the edge of the bed that Roman used, and he couldn't help but to notice that she was biting her lip with her eyes locked on the floor. She looked like a guilty child, which was a lot like what she looked like in the elevator last night.

Raising an eyebrow at her, he walked around to his bed where his suitcase and duffle bag were sitting. As he stuffed his gym clothes into his duffle bag, he could hear Angel shuffle about on the bed behind him.

"Oh hey, Dean."

"Yeah?" He glanced back towards the woman, to see that she had turned herself so that she was facing him, but still wasn't looking at him. He watched as she drew in a deep breath, and she fumbled around with the hem of her shirt.

"I've already handled it," She said quickly. "But I thought that you should know that Renee caught you coming out of my room yesterday morning."

"Oh?" His eyes widened slightly. So, it was Renee that he passed in the all. He was too busy pretending not to notice her to realize who it was.

"Yeah, and she um…" Angel cleared her throat as her fumbling grew worse. "She… she thought that we had spent the night together."

He nodded his head at the news, he wasn't surprised this was where the conversation was heading. He already came to terms that whoever had caught him would have jumped to that conclusion. He knew what people thought of him, that most wouldn't bat an eye if they saw him sneaking out of some chick's hotel room. And they wouldn't be totally wrong, he had done it before. Especially back in his indie days.

"Dean?" Angel's voice snapped him out of his thoughts about the kind of things that he used to do way back when.

"Uh?" He blinked as he looked at her, instantly regretting it. How could someone look so guilty? "As long as you took care of it, then it's whatever." The last thing they needed is a rumor about the two of them having sex going around the WWE, and the last thing he needed was the rumor getting to Seth and Roman.

"I did." She nodded her head quickly. "I explained what really happened and she understood."

"Good." He prayed to god that she was right because if she wasn't, he knew that Renee would bring this up the next interview that he had with her.

Trying to push the thought to the back of his mind, he looked down at the clock to see that they still had some time to kill before the shuttle to the airport came. "I'm going to take my crap down to the lobby and hit up the continental breakfast…" He already regretted the words that were about to slip from his mouth. "You wanna come with me?"

He let out a sigh, as her eyes lit up. "That sounds good." She said in time with her stomach.

He grabbed his stuff, sticking his duffle bag on top of his suitcase like he always did, before taking one last look at the room. After making sure that he had everything, he started out with Angel right behind him, pulling her own suitcase.

As they walked down the hallway, he noticed that Angel looked to be having a bit of trouble as she pulled her suitcase behind her. Though just as he was about to ask if she needed help, she stopped, took her jacket off her shoulder and shoved the thing into her backpack with a bit of an annoyed grunt.

When she went to start walking again, she looked up at him and blinked. "What?"

"Nothing." He said giving his head a shake and starting back down the hallway. When they finally got to the elevator's he pushed the down button and hoped that the thing would be empty. But no luck.

The doors opened, and three business guys were standing there with their bags sitting next to them. Taking a second to survey the room that was left in the lift, he thought about waiting for the next one, but knew better. The next one could always be worse.

Quickly, he got into the thing and held the door opened as Angel made her way in as well. He cursed as the door shut. Talk about claustrophobia… there was no room in this thing. In fact, Angel had to take off that small backpack of hers and place it at her feet just so she didn't smash it against the man who stood behind her.

However, everything only got worse as the elevator went down one floor and stopped. And wouldn't you know it, another person got on. Dean shook his head at the man who pushed his way onto the lift, practically knocking Angel over as he did, which caused her to stumble back as she tired her hardest to get out of the man's way. Only there was nowhere for her to go.

Already regretting it, Dean grabbed Angel's arm and moved her so that she was standing right in front of him. Her feet in between his, and the asshole promptly filled the spot that she was just in, smashing himself against her bag. Reaching out, Dean grabbed the handle of her suitcase, making sure it didn't fall over as the man squeezed in.

With confusion on her face, Angel turned around and looked up at him. She could see as the blush worked its way up her face as she realized just how close they were. Which was something that he was trying to ignore himself, though that was easier said than done as their backs were centimeters apart and he could feel her long hair brushing against his arms. Not to mention her legs were rubbing against his.

Well if anyone saw this, those rumors that he was so worried about would skyrocket. He prayed that no one on this thing knew who he was. He gave a glance around the lift. None of them looked like the type of people who would like WWE so there was that? Maybe his prayers were finally going to be answered.

He heard someone make an annoyed grunting noise come from beside him, making his eyes drop down to the newest addition to the cramped space. The man was scowling as he looked at both him and Angel. Dean raised a brow at the man. Was the man really that arrogant to look at them like that; like it wasn't his fault that he and Angel had to climb on top of each other to make room for his huge ass.

A familiar itchy feeling shot through Dean, though he tried his hardest to fight it. There wasn't enough room for him to twitch, let alone to jump around and swing his arms. He couldn't even relieve the itch by rubbing his collar bone with Angel as close as she was.

The elevator stopped at the lobby and the doors opened. Thank God!

Giving Angel a little bit of a push, both of them pretty much squeezed from elevator. Once out, Angel went to turn around to grab her things, but before she could get her hands on her bags, he had already picked her backpack off the floor, and started his way out of the lift.

With her bag over his shoulder, her suitcase in his left hand and his in his right, he made his way through the lobby until he reached where he saw other WWE Superstars' and crew members' stuff. Throwing their things in the mix, he turned around to see Angel making her way towards him with wouldn't you know it Renee Young in toe.

"Well aren't you a gentleman?" Renee said as she gave him her friendly reporter style smile.

"Not really." He said knowing that she had more meaning behind the words then simply he was being nice by carrying her stuff.

Renee rolled her eyes as she placed her bag in the mix. "So, how is the shoulder?" She said as she turned back towards him.

Sighing, Dean looked from Angel to Renee, who were both looking at him for the answer. "It's fine." He gave his hurt shoulder a small roll. This time he wasn't lying, it was much better than before. Barely bothering him at all.

"Well that's good." She winked at him. "I heard you had it taken care of."

Damn that woman. At least it wasn't on TV but still. He liked Renee he really did; she was one of few interviews that he could handle, probably because she was the only one who truly didn't care if he was himself while she talked to him. But that damn reporter curiosity that she had. Always needing to know everything….

"Yep." He made sure to pop the 'p' before turning away from the woman and starting over to the room that WWE had reserved for their use only.

Not bothering to look back at the two gossiping girls that walked behind him, he walked into the small ballroom. As soon as he walked into the room, his eyes landed on the buffet of fruit, muffins, donuts, and other pastries that sat on the far end of the room.

Making his way over to the buffet, he felt his phone go off in his pocket. Grabbing the thing, he looked down and saw that he had a message from Seth.

Let Angel know that I'm heading out for the airport in about an hour and that I'll meet you both at the hotel. Oh and Roman said he's heading out soon as well.

Dean sighed as he read the message; he knew that Seth had Angel's number, why didn't the man text her instead.

Tell her yourself.

He texted back before putting his phone back in his pocket, though he knew that Seth wasn't going to answer him, and he wasn't going to text Angel either.

A.A.A

"A meeting?" Angel cocked her head as she walked up to the long table full of food.

"Stephanie didn't tell you that on Sunday and Thursdays there are crew and managers meetings? Or about the before show meeting?" Renee asked sounding kind of disappointed.

"Not that I remember." Angel sighed as she picked up one of the paper plates that were laid out for them to use. She quickly eyed up all the different types of pastries that lined the table and locked her eyes on a cheese Danish.

"Hey." Dean's gruff voice made her jump as she reached for the Danish. She looked up to see him rolling his eyes slightly as he looked down at her. "Seth just texted me to tell you that him and Roman will be heading out soon, and that they will meet us at the hotel."

"Oh!" That was good to know. A manager must always know their superstar's/s' schedule. She quoted the how to guide that Stephanie had given her. That line was written on the first few pages about thirty times at least. "Thank you for letting me know." She gave him a smile.

"Yeah." She could hear the sigh in his voice as he started to load up his plate.

"What's his problem?" Renee whispered in her ear.

"I think it had to do with that happened in the elevator." Angel told her as she grabbed the Danish and put it on her plate.

"What happened in the elevator?" Angel was starting to figure out Renee's interviewer voice vs her normal voice. And this was interviewer Renee.

"This guy pushed his way into the elevator that was so packed that I literally had to stand against Dean with my feet between his." She blushed as she remembered the warmth of his body heat against her back.

Renee's smile grew as she took a cup and filled it with coffee. "Oh…" She raised an eyebrow.

"It's not like that." Angel smacked the woman with her free hand before filling her cup up with some apple juice.

"Are you sure? Your face is looking quite red there."

"It's your fault." She told her as they stared away from the buffet and over to the table in the corner where Dean had found seats. "If it wasn't for you thinking that Dean and I…you know." Her voice dropped down low. "I wouldn't feel so awkward around him."

"How is that my fault?"

"You're the one that got me thinking about…" Angel stopped dead in her words, she realized what she was about to say.

Renee obviously knew it too as her eyes went wide and she stopped just before they reached the table. "You've been thinking about what?"

Angel's face grew redder as she turned and looked at the smirking face of the blond woman that was beside her. "Renee." She sighed.

"Angel." She mocked her. "You've been thinking of Dean!"

"Renee!" She looked quickly over to the table to see that Dean was not paying any attention to them. "Could you be louder?"

"I could." She winked again before starting to walk off towards the table.

D.D.D

Dean's eyes landed on Angel as she slowly sat on at the table. Her face as once again red and she was keeping her eyes on Renee, who was smiling like a fiend. Shaking his head, he turned back towards his food with a sigh.

As Dean ate, Angel and Renee talked about random crap. And he did what he always did, he turned them out.

"Dean!" His name being called and a smack on the arm brought him back to reality.

"What?" He raised a brow and looked at Angel who was standing up next him, bending slightly so she was face to face with him.

"The bus is here."

Already? He looked down at his phone to see that it was indeed already nine thirty. How long did he zone out for? Standing up from his chair he realized that the empty plate and cup that were sitting in front of him was gone as well.

"You ready to head out?"

Shaking his head, he nodded his head. The two of them made their way out to the lobby were all the WWE crew and Superstars that didn't go home, where waiting to board the bus.

"Alright, we all know how this works." He heard someone call over the sounds of everyone talking. "Once everyone is on the bus we will take roll call to make sure everyone that is leaving with us is here and then we'll head out." Dean's eyes landed on a man with a clipboard standing in the middle of the room. "Once we get to the airport, there will be a WWE reserved area for us to check in and wait."

Yeah, yeah. He had heard this all so many times, whether it be while traveling with the WWE or with all the indie promotions he's been with. He could probably travel anywhere in the United States by himself while asleep and have no problems.

"Alright, load up."

Dean sighed as everyone started for the bus. Like the faster they get there the better their seats would be. He slowly followed behind the main pack with Angel beside him. Once they got to the bus, he let her go in front of him, he knew they would end up sitting next to each other and he liked the aisle seat, more room for his long legs.

Making their way down the long bus, Angel chose a seat towards the back. He watched as she glanced back at him looking like she was asking if the seats were ok. To which he nodded and gestured for her to sit down.

Quickly she slid into the seats and made her way to the window. After she was good to go, he joined her and sat down; stretching one leg slightly out in the aisle, trying not to trip anyone, while pushing the other one under the chair in front of him. Thank god, that the trip was only forty minutes long. He hated having to travel by the coach buses, he preferred when they used the tour buses, they were built for the size of the long-legged Superstars like him. But the tour buses had already left for their twenty four hour trip to LA.

"Excuse me." A familiar voice hit him as something kicked his outstretched leg. Grunting he pulled his leg back and looked up to see the one and only Bray Wyatt standing there trying to get into the seats in front of him.

Grinding his teeth, he watched as Bray moved to the seat in front of Angel. The nerve of the fucker, he could have sat anywhere else on the bus, but no he had to sit right in front of the people that he was feuding with.

Dean thought he was going to start something with him, only to realize that the man's eyes were on Angel. Turning his attention towards Angel, he saw that the woman looked like she was half scared out of her mind. Though it also looked like she was trying to be brave. Like she was trying to look like Wyatt didn't scare the shit out of her, but anyone would see that that was a blatant lie. Just by glancing at her, you would see the fear that was pooling in her eyes, could see that her shoulders were slumped down which was making her look smaller than she was.

He understood that Wyatt was a creepy guy, someone that you wouldn't want to run into in an alley, but there was something more to this. Like true terror was pouring out of the girl next to him as she watched Wyatt sit down, meaning this wasn't just because of a stupid feud and a few creepy promos.

Once the man was out of her sights, Dean could see her shoulders relax slightly and her eyes slowly fall as she let out the breath she was holding.

Eyes locking to the back of Wyatt's seat Dean cocked his head. There was definitely something else going on, and he wanted to know what. Even though at the beginning, he wanted no part of her, Angel was still part of the Shield and he would be damned if he let someone mess with one of his teammates.

Skovko: He does have a gentle side as well as a hard and wild side.

Labinnacslove: He's repaying her for letting him sleep in. And of course it was Renee who else would it be? :)