Welcome back! Chapter Twenty Three here for you! I hope you guys enjoy!

Monday Night Raw: February 17, 2014

Edited: 7/6/19

Chapter Twenty Three

As they walked up to the car that was parked where they had left it this morning, Angel was already starting to regret that she didn't wear her sweatpants, dirty or not. It was freezing, and her little shorts and peacoat weren't keeping her warm in the slightest. Just get to the car. She told herself as she adjusted her hold on her bags.

"Angel!" She heard Seth's voice call out towards her. Glancing back, she saw all three members of the Shield following behind her.

"What's up?" She asked as she reluctantly slowed down.

"So, are you going to tell us what's going on with you?" He asked as they caught up.

What was up with her? "What do you mean?" She cocked her head.

"It's just that, you're not acting like we thought you would."

"Fuck this." Dean cursed. "What he's trying to ask is, why the hell haven't you yelled at us for starting the brawl tonight?" He said sounding as blunt as ever.

She gave her head a shake but couldn't help but let out a small giggle. She knew that they were confused by the fact that she didn't yell at them. "You want me to yell at you?"

"We don't 'want' you to." Roman sighed. "We were kind of expecting you to."

"Why?" She said as all three of them looked at her like she had just spoken a different language.

"You know because of what we did to Sheamus and the fact that we started a huge brawl." Seth answered her. "You know kind of like what happened when you yelled at Dean for the DQ."

"If you remember, I didn't really yell at him for the DQ. I yelled at him for being a jerk." She pointed out. "And you know it would be pretty crappy of me to tell you off, after all you attacked Sheamus because of what he said to me, right?"

Roman and Seth's eyes widened as the words came from her mouth. "Such and injustice, right?" She quoted what Dean as said before after dealing with Sheamus, as she turned towards the man; who gave her a nod as he smirked at her. "I should be thanking you, not yelling at you."

"So, you're not mad." Seth said seeming to still be confused.

"No, I'm not mad." She laughed as she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out the car keys. "It wouldn't matter if I was, whether I like it or not, dealing pain and justice onto other is what the Shield does. And even though I may not always stand for it, I'll always stand with you and cheer you on." She held out the keys towards Seth.

"Well, when you put it that way." Seth took the keys from her. "You just keep sounding more and more like a member of the Shield."

Her face warmed and her chest swelled as pride filled her as Roman gave her nod and patted her on the back. She couldn't imagen how good those words were going to feel. Him saying that she was sounding more like a Shield member was like Seth and Roman tell her that they finally accept her.

Two of three. She thought as her eyes drifted over to Dean who seemed to be in his own little world; standing next to his bag while dancing slightly, that seemed to be to warm him up more than entertainment.

"Now that we everything settled, let's get this show on the road." Seth called as he unlocked the car.

After they stacked their bags, that they took into the ring with them, they quickly got into the car. She opened up the back door and crawled in, and instantly found herself wishing that they had started the car while playing their game of luggage Jenga. That way the car would already be warmed up, instead of feeling the ice box on wheels. By the time everyone else had gotten in the car, her teeth her chattering.

"Seth, you might want to turn on the heat or else we might have a popsicle for a manager." Roman laughed as he looked over at her.

"Well maybe if she didn't wear summer clothes, in the middle of February, she wouldn't be freezing." Seth said as he did indeed turn on the car and turned up the heat.

"I'm sorry, I need to do some laundry." She sighed as she rubbed her numb legs.

A familiar leather jacket entered her vision. "Here." She looked up to see Dean turned around his seat with his jacket in his hands. "Use it to cover your legs."

Her eyes widened as she stared from the jacket up to the man who was looking back to her with pursed lips.

"Are you going to take it or not?"

A blush came to her face as she reached out and took the jacket. "Thanks." She went to smile at him, but he had already turned back around in his seat and was looking out the window.

She glanced back down at the heavy leather jacket that was in her hand. She took a deep breath before covering her legs with the thing. Heat radiated from the jacket; the inside of the coat was almost hot on her cold legs.

"Alright so what's the census, on food?" Seth asked as he started out of the loading dock.

"Yes." Roman nodded his head. "I'm running on empty."

"I'm with the big guy." Dean said.

"What about you, Angel?" Seth looked back at her through the rear-view mirror.

"Food sounds great." Food sounded very good, she had been hungry since the end of Roman's match.

"Food it is then." Seth smirked as they made their way out onto the main roads.

As soon as they rounded the outside of the arena, shouts and screams of the fans hit the car so loudly that it seemed to rock the thing.

"Shield!" She could hear fans yell as the jumped up and down.

"Hey!" Seth smirked and gave a small wave them.

"Move or you're getting ran over." Dean mumbled under his breath as he gave a peace sign to the crowd.

"Dean!" She called out and gave a small smack to the back of Dean's chair. "Be nice they came out to see you."

"That is where you're wrong." Dean shook his head as he glanced back at her. "They came to see people like Cena and Daniel Bryan."

Taking a deep breath, she rolled her eyes to the man in the front seat. He was the one in the wrong, she could see several of the fans holding signs that said, 'Believe in the Shield.' But yet in his eyes they didn't come to see him.

As they pulled away from the fans, she gave a small smile and wave out her window even though she was pretty sure that it was tinted and that no one was going to see her.

"Where do we want to go get food?" Seth asked.

"Anywhere that is open." Roman chuckled. "Big man has to eat."

"I saw a Sonic's and TacoBell earlier." Angel said as she readjusted the way she was sitting, making sure that Dean's jacket wasn't dragging on the floor.

"Feeling more like burgers than tex mex." Seth sighed. "How about you guys?"

"I could do burgers."

"Yeah."

"Well then it looks like we're going to Sonic." Seth sighed.

On the way to Sonic's, Angel found herself trying her hardest to keep up with the conversation that was dancing around the car. At first it was just talking about work, and their match with the Los Matadors and Sin Cara tomorrow, but it almost instantly changed into the Running of the Bulls. Which is when they learned that Dean was the only one of them truly crazy enough to want to run with the bulls.

It then jumped to what was the scariest thing that each one would ever do, but as soon as she said skydiving, Dean changed the subject to action movies, like Mission Impossible and James Bond. Then they fought over which of the Bonds was the best one and which movie was the best. It turned into an almost all out battle that made her laugh as Dean started to cut off Roman and Seth as they tried to fight for their opinion.

"Dean! Your so fucking annoying!" Seth yelled as he turned into the Sonic's parking lot.

"At least I'm not wrong about which Bond movie is the best." He answered back.

Seth rolled his eyes as he pulled up to one of the many drive thru style parking spots. "Just shut up and order food."

After going back and forth, they ordered their foods and waited for the car hop style server came with their food. Seth passed out all the food and drinks and the conversation started back up. This time it was about the best burgers and the fact that Seth and Roman weren't partially happy about having to eat fast food.

"Gotta do a few extra reps tomorrow." Roman sighed as he devoured his second burger.

"Yeah, for everyone but Angel." Seth smirked as he looked back at her. "You need more meat on your bones anyway."

"Ha Ha Ha." She snickered as she aggressively chomped on a few fires.

"Hey, I'm just saying. You weight, what like ten pounds?"

"I'm sorry, but I weight a bit more than ten pounds."

"So, like twenty?" She gave a glare to the man in the driver seat.

"Babygirl, it doesn't matter the exact number, we just know that all of us could arm curl you with no problem." Roman smirked as a small chuckle echoed from all three men.

"Arm curl?" Dean shook his head. "There's no reason to even arm curl her, she weighs about as much as the United States Championship belt."

She shook her head at the man. "Good try but I've carried the US championship for you before." She stuck out her tongue at him as he turned back around towards her.

"Yeah and you weigh a about as much as that. Maybe like a few pounds heavier but not much."

She gasped as a fry came flying at her. "Hey! Don't throw food, this is a rental car."

Dean mocked her as he turned back around with a smirk on her face. "Well aren't you rock and roll."

"Alright children." Seth called out as he got ready to start their journey. "If you keep acting up, I will turn this car around."

"You better not!" She told him. "We have a schedule to keep and Stephanie will kill me if you're not there for Main Event tomorrow.

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Dean let out a yawn as he saw the hotel come into view. He couldn't wait to get out of the car and stretch, he hated being cramped up like this for long periods of time. After giving his neck a crack, he looked up at the entrance of the hotel and let out a huge sigh of relief when he realized that there wasn't a wave of fans waiting outside for them. He didn't have enough energy to play nice with others.

"We're here." Seth sighed as he pulled up in front of the hotel.

Quickly, Dean gathered up his things to get ready to get out of the car; though when he went to put on his jacket he realized that it wasn't on the floor where he normally put it. Raising an eyebrow, he looked around the front seat, trying to figure out where the hell his jacket went. That's when he remembered he gave it to Angel to keep her legs warm, since she had stupidly worn shorts in winter.

Turning around, he half expected her to be holding it out for him already, but instead what he saw shocked him a bit. She was curled up against her door, her jacket placed under her head and his jacket draped over her, covering her from practically head to toe.

"We lost her about twenty minutes into the ride." Roman smiled down at her as he opened his door.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to decide whether or not he should let her sleep. But ultimately the fact that he needed his jacket and the fact that he already had to experience the awkwardness of carrying her up to her room before, he decided against it.

"Hey, Angel." He called out to her. "Angel, we're here." She stirred slightly, turning her head towards him, making it so that have half her face was slightly tucked under his jacket. "Hey, time to wake up."

She started to mumble back at him, but halfway through a not understandable words she stopped, and her brows drew together. She then drew in a deep breath before a slight smile appeared on her face.

He cocked his head at her, as she pulled his jacket up closer to her face and took another deep breath. Was she smelling his jacket, and did she enjoy it? After watching her take another deep breath, he noticed her eyes starting to flutter open slightly.

"Angel?"

"Huh?" She answered in a yawn as she slowly let her eyes open. He just sat there as she looked around trying to figure out what was going on before those hazel orbs landed on him. "What?"

He sighed as he tried to stop himself from thinking that her sleepy little face was cute. "We're at the hotel."

"Oh?" She yawned again, as she slowly started to sit up, only making it harder for ignoring the cuteness.

"Hey, look who's awake." Roman peaked his head into his open door. "Did you enjoy your nap?"

"I did." She gave a small smile. "Didn't want to wake up."

"Well the sooner we get into the hotel, the sooner we can all go to bed." He winked at her.

"That sounds so good." She sat completely up, making his jacket fall form her shoulders to her bare legs. She blinked slightly as she looked down at the thing like she was trying to figure out what it was. After a few seconds of her staring down at the jacket, her eyes widened and snapped up at him.

"Oh! Sorry." She said flustered as she quickly handed his jacket towards him.

"It's fine." He told her as he took the thing. Trying to get out of the small area as fast as he could, he turned around, gave his head a quick shake before struggling to get his jacket on.

When he finally figured out how to get his leather jacket on, he got out of the car and boy did his body ache as he moved. Slowly he gave every part of him a stretch, from his arms to his feet, trying to get himself back into working order.

As he bent down to stretch his back, the open front of his leather jacket fell into his face. Without thinking, he drew in a deep breath; taking in the scent of the warm leather. He was always a man you enjoyed the scent of leather, but he couldn't understand what about the scent made Angel smile and snuggle into his jacket while she slept.

"Ambrose, get over here and get your shit." Seth called over to him.

Groaning, he gave one more stretch of his back, before standing up and heading over to the back of the car where Seth and Roman were trying to make sense of the mess that they called their luggage. When he rounded around the car, he noticed Angel was making her way over as well, as she quickly put on her jacket.

"Hey, sleepy head." Seth smirked at her as she dropped both her small backpack and laptop bag on the ground next to them.

"Hey." Her voice was small. "You need any help?"

"Nope, I think we got this." Roman said as he brought over a baggage cart. "Why don't you go get out of the cold." He said gesturing towards the doors to the hotel.

Angel just shook head and insisted that she helped. After the four of them packed up their things on the baggage cart, got their keys from the front desk; they made their way up to their room.

They dropped Angel off, before heading down to their conjoined room. It didn't take long all three of them to get their stuff together and get ready for bed. Before long, Dean found himself having trouble staying awake.

"Dean!" He could hear Angel cheer for him over the normal crowd sounds. "Get him!" He glanced over to his corner to see her standing there, smashing her hands against the apron as she watched him in the ring.

Quickly he looked around to find whoever was his opponent, only to see Bray Wyatt standing on the other side of the ring looking more than just battered up. A smirk made its way onto his face as he walked over to the man. God how long had he waited for this chance, to beat Bray to a pulp; to make him see that the Shield was nothing to mess with.

As he moved to get in front of the man, Bray slowly looked up. There wasn't a trace of that cocky smirk that was normally on his face. Not even close.

Not letting the man get a second wind, Dean quickly reached down and grabbed Bray by the head, picking him up off the mat. Adjusting his hold on the man he forced Bray's head under his armpit and wrapped his arm around the men's head completely. After getting a good hold on the man, he forced him to turn towards Angel who was still cheering.

"This one is for our little lamb." He growled in Bray's ear as he swung out his left leg, giving him the momentum he need to send both of them falling forward. Smashing Bray's face on the mat, while he caught himself with his right arm.

While Bray was out from the hit, he flipped the big man over and went for the cover. He hooked the leg and smashed his forearm into the man's face.

"One, two, three!" A huge pop of cheers echoed through the arena.

Adrenaline rushed through him as he quickly got to his feet. He had won! He had won. But when he went to turn towards his corner to celebrate with his brothers, they were nowhere to be found. Instead all he saw was Angel rolling her way into the ring.

His eyes locked on her as she got to her feet, it was only now that he realized what she was wearing. Just like at their photoshoot on Tuesday, she was wearing her typical black jeans, her combat boots and his old tactical vest with her sport bra underneath.

Much to his surprise, this was the first time that she dressed like this for a show and for some reason he could take his eyes off of her. There was just something about how the lights hit her, the way the mat made her bounce with each step, and the alluring look in her eyes that made it impossible for him to look away.

His heart started to race, and he knew that it wasn't due to the match as he watched her across the ring in almost slow motion. Not able to wait another second, he quickly made his way towards her, meeting her in the middle.

"You did it!" She cried out with a huge smile on her face as she reached down and grabbed his wrist. After giving his arm a good swing, she raised it up and over both of head in victory before turning towards the audience and giving another cheer.

Though he was unable to focus on either the audience nor the ref who was trying to give him his title, all he could see was the woman beside him, as she danced around, pumping up the crowd.

When she turned back towards him, his eyes dropped down towards her lips. How come he never realized how plump and lush they looked? Maybe it was just the lights for the show? Or maybe she was wearing something on them that she never had before. He didn't know what it was, but he wanted to know if they would taste as good as they looked, if they felt as they looked…

Licking his own lips, his curiosity got the better of him. Without another thought and acting on the impulse that he was known to have; he twisted his arm around so that he was able to grab her wrist.

Her eyes widened as he gave her a small tug on the arm, pulling her towards him. Plastering her body against his, which left him almost dumbfounded. He couldn't believe how good their bodies felt against each other. Like two puzzle pieces. Wanting, almost needing to feel more, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her closer and lifted her up so that she was standing on her tiptoes.

"Dean?" Those hazel eyes blinked up at him, but he didn't answer her. Couldn't. All his mind could think about was tasting her…kissing her. He leaned down, until they were nose to nose, lips just inches away from each other.

"Dean! Damn it man, turn off your alarm." Roman's voice knocked him awake.

His body almost jumping out of the bed as his eyes snapped open and danced around the room. After realizing that he wasn't in the ring with Angel in his arm, his stomach fell as disappointment hit him.

As his mind cleared of sleep, he shook his head at himself. Why the hell was he disappointed that he didn't' get to finish his dream and kiss Angel?

"Dude, alarm." Roman called, knocking him once again from his thoughts.

Groaning, Dean reached over and smacked his phone that was sitting on the end table, and the noise of his alarm stopped blaring through the hotel room. Which meant that he either broke his phone or he managed to hit the off button.

"Sorry, man." He sighed as he rubbed his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Roman groaned as he rolled onto his side.

"Nothing, just a really strange dream."

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