So here's another chapter! Chapter Eighteen! Woot! I hope that you guys are enjoying the story, let me know down below. Now before we get started, yes i do know that I messed up and made Smackdown live before it was Smackdown Live. I realized that too late. I hope you don't mind the mix up, it will end up fixing itself but until then Smackdown in my story is live in 2014. Sorry!

Tuesday February 11, 2014

Edited: 3/21/2020

Chapter Eighteen

Dean cracked his neck as he tried to block out the sounds of the camera flashes and clicks. One thing he hated about being part of the WWE was the consent pictures. There wasn't any need for this photoshoot; nothing had changed in the Shield. He was still US champ and they all were wearing the same outfits. The only changed was that he had stopped slicking his hair back because it only got messed up when he fought. Plus, it was too much work. But that didn't call for new pictures.

His eyes drifted over to Seth who was taking his turn for single photos. Dean had gone first, since he was the quickest to get ready and now all he had to do was wait for the group pictures. Letting out a sigh, he leaned against one of the road cases, that the WWE used to transport their things before letting his eyes drift around the large open catering area of the staples center. There were different lighting step ups and backdrops everywhere, however his eyes ended up landing on the small curled up pile that made up their valet slash manger.

Angel was sitting across the room, with her back against the wall and her laptop on her lap as she watched Seth's photoshoot. He watched as she fought herself to keep her eyes on her computer instead of watching the photoshoot, a fight in which she was losing.

Ever since last night, there was something awkward between the two of them. Not to say that they were the best friends beforehand. But this morning when she had met him, Seth, and Roman at the gym, she came in with a smile on her face as she greeted everyone. That was until she locked eyes with him; almost instantly her smile fell as a deep blush found its way onto her face and she dropped her eyes to the ground.

He knew that she felt bad about yelling at him, but that only made things worse, since it was his fault that she did it. He had known that she was upset after his match, she was visibly so. Though instead of just telling him way, she decided to play coy and for some reason like a jackass, he had to push her to tell them. And would you know it worked, and it pissed her off more. But who wouldn't be after he picked on their weakness?

However, he never thought that she would rip him a new one in the middle of the hallway in front of everyone. When she was done letting everything out, in true Angel fashion, her face instantly fell, and regret filled her eyes. Which only made him feel more like an ass; after pushing her so hard he'd at least hopped that she enjoyed ripping him apart. But no, she had to be the one person that felt bad about screaming at him.

This was why he couldn't do sweet and innocent chicks. He wasn't use to people feeling any sort of remorse for yelling at him. In fact, the type of girls he was used to were the once that would slap him across the face with a smirk and chew him out, while trying to kiss him at the same time. That was not Angel, he couldn't see her slapping anyone; let alone with a smirk on her face, and he certainly didn't see her as the type of woman that was turned on by yelling.

Sighing, he let his head rest against the wall and let his eyes drift close.

"You alright man?" Seth's voice hit him.

He opened his eyes to see that Seth and Roman had switched and it was now Roman turn for single photos. Which meant he was one more step closer to having to go back under the barrage of lights for the group photos.

"Just peachy."

"You totally look it." Seth smirked as he made himself at home on the crates as well.

"You know I'm not a fan of all this."

Seth shook his head. "Oh, you're in a crappy mood because of the photoshoot. I thought maybe it was because of what happened between you and Angel this morning." Dean rolled his eyes, of course Seth was bringing this up. Why would he expect anything different from the Architect?

"Seth, nothing happened between me and Angel." He gritted his teeth and he let his eyes fall shut again. "She's pissed at me for last night and who can blame her."

"Pissed?" Seth laughed out. "You think that she was looking at you like that because she was pissed?" He could hear Seth shift on the container that he was using at a seat. "I don't think that someone would blush and shyly look away from someone that they were pissed at…" Dean tuned the man out.

As Seth ramble on, he tried to figure out what would be the best way to get the man to shut up. A good punch in the mouth? No, that would just make him talk more, but it would get him to shut up about Angel. But then he would have suffer through Seth's lecture about being a team. Maybe he could wrap the man's face up with the sport tape that he used for his hands? No that would just be a waste of tape. God and they called him the 'Mouthpiece'.

"Alright, Angel you're up." The sound of another voice that wasn't Seth's made him break from his thoughts and look up at what was going on. The photographer was standing there holding his camera as he stood looking at a baffled Angel.

"What?"

"You're up."

She blinked at the man a few times, before shutting her laptop and slowly standing, using the wall behind her for support. "I'm up? What do you mean?"

Sighing the photographer pulled out a small booklet out of his back pocket. "I was told to get shots singles and group pictures of the Shield. Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns and Angel Miles." He looked up at her. "You're Angel Miles, right?"

"Yes."

"Well then, I was told that you will be needing headshots for the show and website. As well as some group photos with the rest of the team." He read off his notebook as Angel looked at him like she was a deer in headlights.

When she seemed to come to terms with what the photographer said, she pushed himself from the wall; only to stop with wide eyes as she looked down at herself. "I'm not wearing my gear."

Looking down at her, Dean saw that she did have on a pair of black skinny jeans and her black boots but wore a bright blue plaid shirt. And that just wouldn't work for the Shield. There was kind of an upspoken rule of wearing all black.

"Ma'am, I'm just here to take the pictures." The photographer exhaled.

"I've got an idea." Seth jumped to his feet and quickly made his way out of the room. After a few seconds later he came back in with what looked like a tactical vest in his hands. "I knew it was a good thing that I held onto this thing." Seth said holding the vest in the air and Dean recognized the thing right away.

It was his old tactical vest that he had stopped wearing last summer. Why the hell does he have that?

"It's going to be large on you but if you put on the sport bra that you wore at the gym it shouldn't matter." Seth told Angel as he made his way over to her. "I mean it's better than what you're wearing right now."

Though as Seth held the thing out to her, Angel just stood there with her eyes locked on it like it was foreign object she had never seen before. "Just go try it on." Slowly she reached out, grabbed the thing, and made her way out of the room.

Once the doors closed behind her, Dean moved off the crate that he was half laying on and walked over to Seth. "Why the hell do you still have that thing?"

Seth sighed as he turned towards him. "Because you tend not to think before you do things and I wanted to make sure that you don't regret getting rid of it."

"You picked it out of the trash." He could remember the day that he tossed that vest away. It was getting way too annoying in the ring, and his hands kept getting caught in the damn thing. Not to mention that it was less than fun landing on all those snaps and pockets.

"Again, you don't always think before you do things. And before you ask, yes I did wash it." Seth said as the doors to the catering area opened once again.

Seth turned towards the doors and his mouth dropped, making Dean raise a brow at the man. Curious to see what could make the man look like he did, he slowly turned towards the door, only for his jaw to fall to the floor as well.

Angel was making her way back through the room, wearing his old vest over top of her sport bra like Seth told her too and he couldn't believe his eyes. This couldn't be little 'Miss Innocence', Angel Miles. Just couldn't be.

His vest was huge on her even though it looked like she tightened it to the max, but somehow it was still able to show off her small curves. While at the same time showing of glimpses of her sport bar that was underneath with each movement.

He tried to shake his head as he watched her walk up to them, but there was just something about the way she was dressed that glued his eyes to her. Sure, she was in her sport bras, but she had worn that at the gym earlier and he just shrugged his shoulders at her then. He had seen enough woman in their sport bras while working out in his life, that it almost did nothing for him. But for some reason catching glimpses of the black fabric through his old vest just seemed more...more.

"So? Does it look ok?" Angel asked as she stopped in front of them, putting her arms out wide, while giving small sways back and forth.

"Um…" Seth's coughed out. "Yeah. You look…good."

"Really?"

"Really." He nodded. "Right Dean?" Dean groaned as a hard slap hit him on his back. "She looks good, right?" Seth smirked as he gestured back to Angel.

After giving Seth a glare, he looked back at Angel who was standing there waiting for his answer. Shit. He ran his fingers through his hair and planned on how he was going to kill Seth for this. "Yeah, you look good."

"Good." The photographer's voice echoed out. "Now that we got everything worked out, can we get back to the photoshoot."

Angel's eyes went wide, as she quickly nodded her head and made her way to the grey backdrop.

Seth took a deep breath as he reached over and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Not your type huh?"

A.A.A

"Last one." The photographer said as he walked around in front of her while looking through the viewfinder of his camera.

Thank god. Angel sighed to herself as she tried her hardest to keep the pose. It felt like she was doing this forever, which would have been fine if she even knew what she was doing. At first it was a simple headshot; one that they were put on the show when they talk about upcoming matches during the shows. However, they apparently needed ones for posters, website, and just for fun. But she wasn't a Diva; she didn't have a signature stance or move. After a few moments of fumbling around, Seth and Roman came over and had her mimic their stances.

She did Roman cock, locked, and loaded stance, she stood with her arms crossed like Seth liked to do in a lot of pictures. They even at one time had her put on his gloves and took a picture of her trying to tighten the straps. Lastly, the two of them made Dean wrap her hands like he did and made her stand there with her fist up like she was ready for a fight.

Now, she was standing there holding out her fist like she was joining in the Shield's signature fist bump, and she was burning up. How did the boys wear all that black under these hot lights and not sweat their butts off? She wanted nothing more than to wipe her forehead down with a rag.

"Good." The photographer sighed as he shook out his arms. "Time for the group photos. Since you're already up here we'll get the ones with you first. Then we'll move on to just shots of the boys." She nodded as the photographer turned away from her and called for the boys to join them.

Taking a deep breath, she turned away from the bright lights to give her eyes a break. While she blinked to rewet her eyes, a hand came down on her shoulder and made her jump. "You're doing good, Babygirl."

She looked up at the 'Powerhouse' with a smile on her face. "Thank you, Roman." She wiped her sweat off on the back of her hand.

"Alright!" The photographer called to get their attention, as Seth and Dean joined them in the spotlights. "Let's start with a simple fist bump from you guys." Angel was almost shocked by how quickly the boys got into the spots. Dean to the left, Seth to the right and Roman stood right in the middle. Each of them held out their one arm, in the signature fist bump. "Now, what to do with her." The photographer asked as Angel turned towards him

"I've got this." She heard Roman say behind her. As she went to look back to see what he was talking about, she felt herself quickly be scooped up off her feet. Letting out a small squeal she gripped tightly to the thing that was under her, as she looked down to see that she was now sitting on Roman's shoulder.

"I like it." The photographer nodded his head as he brought his camera up to his face.

"You alright up there?" Roman gave a chuckle as he adjusted his hold on her legs.

"Yeah…" She tried to calm her racing heart. "Just warn me next time."

"Sure thing, Babygirl."

After the photographer took a few pictures of them like this, he asked if they could switch who was in the middle. Slightly thrown off by Roman's movements as him and Seth switched sides she gripped onto his shoulders. Once they were settled in their new spots, Roman carefully bent down and let her slide off his shoulder.

"My turn." Seth chuckled as she turned towards him, while fixing the vest.

"Just don't drop me." She teased as she turned around so that he could pick her up.

"Would I do that?" Seth said as he lifted her onto his shoulder. Another couple of picture and the photographer asked them again to switch who was in the middle once more, which meant it was Dean's turn.

A blush found its way onto her face as Seth put her down and switched with him. Taking a deep breathe she looked up at the tallest member of the Shield. She couldn't help but to feel slightly awkward about the fact that she would be sitting on his shoulder in just a few seconds. After what happened last night, she couldn't seem to look him in the eyes.

She felt horrible about yelling at him in front of everyone, even though the jerk practically forced her to. She wanted to say sorry but she knew he didn't want her to apologies, didn't want her take back what she said. He even told her to always say what she wanted to say. Which did make her feel better, knowing that she can always speak her mind, but it didn't stop her from feeling bad about yelling at him.

"Up you go." Dean sighed as he crouched down so that he was sitting on his heels. She was surprised that unlike Seth or Roman, he didn't scooper her up, instead he patted his shoulder and held himself still.

The blush on her face growing, she turned around and leaned back until she was sitting on Dean's shoulder. After making sure she was ready, he wrapped his arm around her legs, resting his hand against her thigh, before carefully standing up pulling her with him. And like that she was up in the air on Dean's shoulder.

"Hold that." The photographer said as he started on his next round of quick snaps. For some reason this round of pictures didn't seem to go as fast as the first could of rounds. The ones where she was on Roman and Seth's shoulders seemed to just take a few seconds while this round seemed to drag on and on.

The longer the photoshoot when on the more aware of the man under her. She could feel him slightly shift under her and could hear him breathing through his nose was he tried to stand still. Something that wasn't common for him.

As the hand on her thigh suddenly tighten, she jumped and glanced down at Dean's hand. His fingers gripped her so tightly that they dug slightly into her jean covered leg.

Heat instantly took hold of her face, she couldn't believe that it took her this long to realize just how high his hand was on her tight. And now she was hypersensitive to it. Great. She could feel the warmth coming from his hand as it radiated through her jeans and heated up her skin and god didn't that just send her thoughts running.

Stop this! She yelled at herself as she tried to get her mind off the fact that she could feel every twitch of the man's fingers.

"That's a wrap on Angel." The words echoed through her head and she instantly felt relief. She was done! No more pictures for her, which means she could get down off Dean's shoulder.

As if on cue, she felt Dean start to bend down, losing his grip on her to let her slide down from his shoulder. Which she did quickly, landing on her feet.

"Go get changed." Seth told her with a wink.

"And throw that thing away while you're at it." Dean said as he pointed at his old vest.

Seth shook his head. "Don't."

Dean rolled his eyes as he cracked his neck. "You really think I'm ever going to wear that again?"

Seth shook his head. "It might come in handy again."

"Whatever." Dean sighed.

Though before she turned to go get changed, she glanced back at Dean and wasn't surprised to see the man looked totally unfazed by the fact that she was just sitting on his shoulder. She wasn't shocked, but at the same time she kind of wished that he felt even a inkling of something... Well at least he looked happy to be able to move again.

D.D.D

God did it feel good to move again. Having to sit still was one of the reasons he hated getting his picture taken. He was a very 'hyper' person as Roman and Seth liked to say. Standing still wasn't his thing. And almost everyone knew that. He didn't know how many times he had rewatched a match and saw himself doing something that he didn't remember doing. Like dancing or swaying. Even while he was fighting. He never consciously incorporated dancing into his routines. When he's out there in the ring, he was lost in what was going on. So comfortable in his own skin and confident in what he can do that he just starts to have fun, without even thinking about it.

"Let's get these last couple pictures done so that you guys can get out of here" The photographer said as he brought his camera back up.

"Sounds good." Seth nodded his head as they got back into formation. Though as they stood there as the photographer walked around them taking the picture at different angle, he caught Seth glancing at him out of the corner of his eye.

"What." He said through clench teeth.

"So, what did you think about Angel wearing your vest?" And here it goes. Twenty annoying questions that was just meant to make him angry.

"Shut up." Dean took a deep breath as he tired his hardest not to ruin the picture.

"Oh, come on. I saw the way you looked at her." Seth chuckled. "You couldn't take your eyes off her the moment you saw her." And there it was, the anger that Seth was trying to build. Though he wasn't angry at Seth, he was angry because the man was right. He didn't know why but as soon as Angel came out in his vest, he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Which didn't help when Roman had to give the photographer the great idea to have her sit on their shoulders while they did their fist bump. When it was his turn to have her up on his shoulder, he had to fight against the urge to look up at her. The way his vest sat on her and the angle that he could see her from made it so that he could see right up her side and get a nice glance at her sport bra. Which again confused him on why he found it so intriguing.

Then he was reminded that both Seth and Roman had gotten the same view and that…that pissed him off. Then the got pissed off about being pissed off.

"Come on man, just admit it." Seth picked again.

"Seth…" He growled slightly.

"Shut up you two!" Roman barked silencing both him and Seth for the rest of the photoshoot. Which he was thankful for.

When finally, the picture were done and over with he quickly made his way out into the hallway. He didn't even care to look at any of the picture like Roman and Seth would. He just wanted to get out of here and fast, there was an ice-cold beer waiting for him.

Quickly, he made his way down towards the locker room only to spot Angel making her way back with her bag clung over her shoulder and his old vest draped nicely over her arm.

"All done?" She asked cocking her head as her eyes landed on him.

"Yep." He answered at her eyes quickly moved to the wall behind him. "Seth and Roman are looking at the pictures, if you want to join them."

Her eyes flickered back to him as a smile appeared on her face. "Oh! That sounds like fun."

Dean shook his head as she almost bounced passed him with excitement in her eyes. Definitely not my type.

Skovko: I feel the same way! To be able to keep up with someone like Dean she's going to need to be able to speak her mind.

Labinnacslove: Oh yeah! She's learning how to deal with him.

Wolviegurl: Thank you! I'm so glad that you're enjoying it!