Welcome back! and Happy New Year! Woot! Chapter Twenty Four is out and ready to go! I hope yo all enjoy it, i would really hard on this chapter. It's hard to write in Dean's point of view for a match, I hope it worked out well.

Main Event: February 18, 2014

Editing: 8/2/19

Chapter Twenty Four

Tonight, was Main Even and the Shield was set to go up against Sin Cara and Los Matadores; the same team that the Wyatt's had fought last week on Main Event as well as last night at Monday Night Raw.

It would be almost pointless to say that the boys were ready to go. They were thrilled for the chance at a 'anything you can do; I can do better' kind of thing.

Angel looked over the schedule for tonight's hourlong show; it started with a Dark March that had Rusev going against Zack Ryder, which didn't seem to be going in Zack's favor.

After that match, the show would start officially with the Shield vs Sin Cara and Los Matadores. Then Cameron vs Aksana. And the whole show finished with Kofi Kingston and Curtis Axel. All and all a good line up.

Letting out a sigh, she leaned back against the wall behind her. They were just standing there outside of the doorway that they used for their entrance, waiting for the end of the Dark Match. Which judging by the crowd reaction, it could be over any time now, though who knows since Main Event is one of the few prerecorded shows. Meaning there wasn't an exact time that they had to start filming, unlike Raw and Smackdown.

Which only made the fact that they have been waiting since the beginning of the Dark Match, just all the more tedious. Trying to pass the time, Angel looked around the public area to see the fans that had gathered around to catch a peek at the Shield as they got ready to go out to the ring. She still wasn't used to the famous part of the job, but it was cute to see the younger fans getting excited.

However, the boys didn't seem to be fazed like she was, or really at all. In fact, they weren't paying any attention to the fans, Seth was standing beside her with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes pointed down towards the ground. Roman was bent over, wetting down his hair for the show, and Dean was standing on the other side of the doorway, leaning against the wall, with his hands in his pockets and his head bowed down so that his bangs covered his eyes. All and all not to impressed by the small crowd that gathered around them.

"Miss Miles."

Angel quickly turned around towards where her name was being called from to see one of the members of the crew standing there with a walky-talky in his hand. "The show is starting and we're going to send out Sin Cara and the Los Matadores in just a couple of minutes."

"Alright, thank you for let me know." She smiled at the man as she turned back towards her team to let them know that the show as starting soon. Only to see that Seth was the only one of the three that was paying any kind of attention. Roman was still wetting his hair and Dean made no effort to move at all.

After giving a pat on Seth arm, she walked around him and over towards the long hair Samoan "Hey Roman."

"What's up Babygirl?" He looked up through his hair.

"Just wanted to let you know that the show's starting." She chuckled as he flipped his hair back splatting both the wall and the security guard behind him with water.

"Thanks for the heads up." He said as he ran his fingers through his soaked hair.

Turning away from Roman, her eyes locked onto Dean and she took a deep breath. The man seemed to be deep in thought and judging by the way he stood eerily still, she knew whatever was on his mind was important.

"Dean?" She called out as she made her way up to him, only to be ignored. Cocking her head, she stopped right in front of him and tried to get a good look at his face. Those baby blue eyes seemed to shoot straight through her, like he couldn't even see that she was there.

"Hey, Dean?" She reached out and grabbed his arm.

His head snapped up and those pricing eyes landed right on her, making her heart stop and breathing hitch in her throat.

It seemed to take a moment for him to register what was going on and when he finally did he gave his head a shake. "Sorry, I was…elsewhere."

"I could tell." She gave a small grin as the man gave a roll of his shoulder and a crack of his neck. "Are you ok?"

He took a deep breath and gave a nod of his head as he looked back at her. "Yeah, I'm fine." He said even as his eyes seemed to flicker for some reason.

Not completely believing him, she gave a nod. "Just making sure because the show is about to start."

"Finally." He sighed as a small smirk made its way onto his face. And like that the 'normal' Dean Ambrose was back, swinging his arms and bouncing on his feet.

"Hey man, time to get your head out of your ass." Roman came over and gave Dean a smack on the shoulder. "It's show time." He said pointing back towards the doors, where they could just make out Sin Cara's theme music.

"Ro, if I was as flexible as to get my head in my ass…Well let's just say I might not be a wrestler." Dean returned the smack.

"Or at least you would be a Lucha." Seth joined them as the Oles of the Los Matadores theme started.

It didn't take long for the trio's theme music to die down. Which meant only one thing.

Sierra. Hotel. India. Echo. Lima. Delta. Shield.

Without a second thought, they quickly lined up; Seth, Dean, her, and Roman. The music kicked in and they started down the stairs to the barricade.

Taking a deep breath, Angel quickly implored her trick of staring at the back of one the boys head as she walked. However, just like normal as soon as hands started to fill her vision, it was hard to keep her attention off the crowd. To her it was still very weird that people were trying to reach out to touch and pat her on the shoulders.

Though much to her surprise, she managed to keep her eyes locked on the back of Dean's head as she made her way down the stairs. They only time they even faulted was when one of the crew members had to move a few of the fans out of the way so that they could get through.

Once at the bottom of the steps, she watched as Seth did his ninja roll thing over the barrier even though there was a chair placed behind the thing. She had to chuckle, Seth always loved to add little flare to whatever he did.

After Seth was out of the way, she saw Dean turn towards her for a moment before using the chair to jump over the barricade himself. He stuck the landed with ease and turned towards her with a slightly smirk. "You going to be ok?"

She nodded at him as she stopped in front of the chair. Praying that she didn't make a fool out of herself, she stepped up on this thing and placed one hand on the barricade. Taking a deep breath, she mimicked the way Dean normally liked to get over; though as she swung her legs over, she didn't lift one of them high enough and her foot caught the top.

Quickly trying to get her footing back, she gave a look around trying to see if anyone noticed her mess up and that's when her eyes landed back on Dean who was shaking his head at her. "I made it."

"Kinda." He snickered making her face grow hot.

After shaking his head at her again, Dean gave her a small push towards the steel steps. Which she knew that means that he wanted her to start up to the ring. And she did just that, however as soon as she started up the steps she started to panic about messing up the entrance a second time.

Just duck through the ropes and into the ring. She told herself as she looked up to see that Seth had already made his way into their corner and up onto the ropes. Footsteps on the steel steps behind her, she knew that she couldn't take her time to get into the ring. With the deep breath she ducked through the ropes, making sure to pick her legs a bit higher than she would normally.

She was sure she looked a bit silly doing it, but at least it was better than getting her foot stuck on the ropes and falling in front of thousands of people.

After she took a moment to compose herself, Angel made her way into the middle of the ring. The crowd's cheers grew louder and louder, making her turn around to see that Dean was ducking under the ropes and Roman had made his way up to the corner closest to where they came into the arena and threw his arms up in the air.

They were certainly giving the crowd a big show tonight.

When the fan fair stopped and Roman and Seth got out of their corners and walked over to where she and Dean were standing. All at once they turned towards Sin Cara and the Los Matadorses. Each of them had their own intensity but Dean he was worse. Those blues eyes darkened to the point that they almost looked black.

Angel almost found herself wondering what was going through the man's head, almost. She knew it couldn't be good.

"In your corners!"

D.D.D

Adrenaline from the promise of a fight shot through Dean, as he stared at the four men in front of him. Earlier this week when Angel had told them that they were scheduled to fight these guys he almost laughed. In fact, the only reason they agreed to the match at all was because the Wyatts had fought them last night and the week before that and they wanted to one up the Wyatts in any way that they could.

Though come on, the Los Matadores weren't anywhere close to the Shield's level, and though Sin Cara had his speed and agility to help them out; there wasn't a doubt in his mind about who was going to be standing victorious after this match. Speed did work, that was until you got tired, then it didn't matter how fast you were.

And that's where he and Seth came into play. Both of them had a great amount of resilience and endurance, which meant that those who liked to use speed to beat their opponents had a hard time with them. Then once they were drained of their high-speed energy, it was Roman's turn to clean up the job. He was their cleanup hitter and man was he good at it, a little use of his strength and it was all over.

Which looking at their opponents across the way, Dean already knew that he was going to be the one in the ring for most of the time and that he would be eating the mat a lot. And that was just damn fine with him, in fact it made him even more pumped up for the match.

"Well, this is going to be easy." Roman said giving him a smack on the chest.

"Got that right." Dean smirked as he worked off his hoodie. Though as he was about to reach up and throw the thing over the ropes towards the announcers' table, someone reach up and stopped him.

"Hey now!" Angel gave a little chuckle as she pulled on his arm slightly.

A sigh escaped him as he turned towards her and what do you know, he couldn't stop his eyes from drifting down to her lips for the thousand time today.

Damn that dream. He had been doing this all day, between the gym, getting food, and just handing out backstage waiting for the match to start; he could stop looking at her lips. When she talked, when she smiled, even when she was working on her computer. And boy wasn't that just worse, he found out that she liked to pout as she figured things out.

God, that pout. Every time he saw it, he couldn't stop himself from wondering what it would be like to kiss her. What would she taste like? Feel like?

"Dean?" Angel's voice called out to him, thankfully knocking him from his thoughts.

"Huh?" He blinked as he turned back towards her, to see that she was looking at him with drawn brows.

"I asked, if you wanted me to take that for you?" She pointed up to his hoodie.

He looked back and forth from her to his jacket. "Yeah, thanks." He said trying to lock his eyes on her forehead.

In a very awkward display, she took the hoodie from him and gathered it up in her arms. "Go kick some butt!" She giggled as she turned to make her way to the ropes, just in time for the ref to tell at those not starting the match to get out.

As he unstrapped the United States Champion Title from his waist, he watched as Angel ducked through the ropes and hopped onto the floor. He had to give to her, she was become more of a natural at getting in and out of the ring. He looked less like a baby deer trying to walk for the first time. And judging by the smile on her face, he knew that she was proud of herself.

Fighting the smile that was trying to work its way onto his face, Dean placed his belt down in the corner of the ring for one of the crew members to come and take.

"Who's going first?" Roman asked as the bell rang.

"I've got this." He answered as he gave a small smack on Roman's chest. "I'll wear them down for you, big guy."

All the adrenaline that was running through him turned into pure energy that coursed through his body. His muscles started to twitch and pulse, making him bounce on his feet to help ease the hyperness that was building up.

Roman nodded his head and made his way out of the ring, as the ref made his way over to them. Dean knew what was going down, the ref was trying to tell him the rules of the match like he hadn't done this for the last eleven years of his life.

Ignoring the ref, he turned his attention towards the Los Matadores member that was left in the ring with him. As they circled around the ring, he tired to figure out which of the two mask men he was facing; whether it was Fernando or Diego, he could never tell the two apart with their little masks on and frankly he couldn't care less.

Giving his left arm a roll to make sure that it was in tip top shape, he smirked when he heard that delicious popping sound. Come on, let's get this show on the road. He beckoned the masked man in from on him.

The two of them met each other in the middle of the ring for a grapple that he quickly flipped into a waist-lock. However, as quick as the lock was set, it was broke; by Dean being tripped by the masked man that he was going to say was Fernando; due to the fact that he heard the other member of Los Matadores say 'go get him Fernando'.

As soon as he hit the mat, Fernando was on him; wrapping his arm around his neck and smashing all his bodyweight on Dean's back. However, he had to laugh at the man, if felt like there was little more than nothing laying on him. In fact, it felt like what he imagined Angel sitting on his back while holding his title would feel like. Not that he imagined that, ever.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Dean quickly revered the hold and put Fernando into a hammerlock, on for the man to turn into a headlock.

Quick Thinker. He approved as the man made him cough out, due to the pressure that was put around his neck. Struggling only slightly in the man's grasp, Dean figured out an easy way to break the hold.

Using his weight, he pulled Fernando backwards towards the ropes. After bouncing off the ropes, he used the momentum to rip Fernando off his head, though as he pushed his head free, those scratchy arm bands things that the Los Matadores liked to wear, raked across his face.

Dean let out a groan as he gave his left eye a quick run. However, he learned quickly that it was bad timing as something smashed against his should and knocked him down to the mat.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked up to see Fernando standing above him with his arm raised in the air, doing that stupid 'Ole' thing.

The crowd called back to Fernando, which Dean was starting to hope wasn't his real name, because if it was that would be total fuel for a bully. Also, why the hell would he wrestle with that name? If there was a good time to use a fake name, wrestling was the best place. Even he had used a fake name when he use to wrestle back in the indies. He went as Jon Moxley, who really wanted their first name to be Jon?

As he tried once again to get his mind on the task at hand, Fernando took off across the ring towards the far ropes trying to build up speed. Wanting to trip up the man, Dean rolled over quickly so that he was in the way of the man's path. And most of him wasn't surprised when Fernando easily jump over him, though there was some part of him that thought the guy would fall for the oldest trick in the wrestling handbook.

Making it to his feet quickly, Dean gave a swing with his arm trying to clothesline the man as he made his way back across the ring, only Fernando was able to duck under it. Trying to keep his eyes on his opponent, he turned around quickly only to meet Fernando who was coming off the ropes.

With a sigh, Dean readied himself for the elbow that was coming right for his face. This is going to hurt. And he was right, the elbow connected on his left cheek, right below his eye, while the rest of the masked man rammed into his shoulder knocking him down once again.

Reeling slightly from the hit, Dean stumbled to get to his feet, only to be pushed back down on the mat and pinned. Not going to happen. He kicked out before even the count of one.

"Good try." He groaned as he got to his feet. Though before he could get his balance, Fernando grabbed his arm and pulled him over to his corner. As he was smashed against the ropes, he could hear the tag that was happening behind his head but wasn't sure which of the masked men it was to.

However, he found out real quick as he was sent across the ring with an Irish Whip. As he bounced back off the ropes, he saw that both Fernando and Diego were now in the ring. So that mean Diego was now the legal man.

As he raced back across the ring, one of two masked men dropped down in front of him, just as he did before. Smirking he hopped with ease over the man, only to look up and see a pair of boots in his face. Great.

Not able to stop himself, he ran headfirst into the dropkick and was just barely able to get his hand up in time to stop any real damage to his face. Still, the hit had both his head and ears ring as he fell.

As he tried to recover from the hit, he felt two hands grabbed his head; one under his chin and the other grabbing a fist full of hair. He glanced back at the man that was pulling him to his feet. "Are you Fernando or Diego?" He couldn't really tell at the moment, since he was just hit in the head, as well as the fact that they wore the same thing.

Ears still ringing, he stumbled over himself as the masked man pulled him towards the corner of the ring. Blinking a few times to clear his vision, he tried his hardest to stop what was happening only to be smashed against a turnbuckle.

"Shit!" He grumbled as he turned around and leaned his back against the corner. A sudden chop against his chest, smashed him back against the turnbuckles again.

"Ole!" Diego called with the smack.

"I'm going to ole your…." Another whip across the ring cut him off.

Turning at the last minute, he let his back smash against the corner. However, before he was able to refocus on what was happening, the mask man who he figured was Diego, hopped up onto his legs pinning him down in the corner.

"Get the hell off me!" He growled at the man as he waited for the hits to start. However, instead of the rapid-fire hits that he expected, Diego grabbed him around the head and leaned back. Using his weight, Diego pulled both of them back and instantly he knew what was coming as he felt his body flipped through the air.

When he slammed onto the mat, the air was knocked out of him and pain ricocheted up his back. Hissing in pain, his eyes locked onto the corner where his brothers were standing. He knew that it wasn't time to tag out. That he should stay in and wear them down a bit more; but that last hit against the mat had his back screaming.

As Diego grabbed him by the head to pick him up, he made the call. He helped Diego pull him to his feet, however before the man could do anything, he quickly grabbed the man around his head and pulled him down so that he could hit him with a knee to the chest. Using the time that the hit gave him, he quickly made his way over towards Seth for the tag.

"I just need a minute." He sighed as Seth as they clapped hands.

"I got this, man." Seth nodded his head as he quickly ducked under the ring.

Dean let out a sigh as he watched Seth make his way right into a hip toss. God, Diego was still so fresh in this match. Other than the high knee, he hadn't been able to hit him at all.

Giving his head a shake, Dean ducked out onto the apron. What was he saying? He knew that Seth could handle this, hell he knew that Seth could handle more than this.

"Are you ok?" A small voice came from below him. Glancing down, he saw Angel standing there looking up from the floor with worried eyes. Though her eyes weren't where his eyes went to.

"Yeah I'm good." He gave a stretch of his back as he turned back towards the match.

He noticed that Sin Cara had just tagged in and was making his way to the top rope, while Diego held Seth in place by his arm.

The Lucha jumped off the slammed his fist into Seth's arm before sending him into the corner across the ring from them.

Seth being the clever bastard he is, was prepared for the hit and sent Sin Cara up and over the ropes. However, Sin Cara was able to stop himself from falling to the floor.
Seth turned back around, super frustrated and tired to knock the man from the apron and missed. Dean cringed as the Lucha used the moment to his advantage and hit Seth in the head with a nice kick, making Seth stumble backwards.

"Seth! Watch out!" Angel called, making him glance backwards to see she had taken up her spot on the floor next to Roman's feet again. The woman's eyes were wide and filled with panic, though she wasn't looking at Seth.

Turning back around, he instantly saw Sin Cara climbing up to the top ropes again. Before anyone else could warn Seth, Sin Cara jumped; landing on Seth, taking him down with him. They both hit the mat with a huge thump.

Sin Cara got to his feet and allowed Seth to roll across the ring to the far corner.

"Come on Sethie!" Roman called as Sin Cara picked Seth up by the head and dragged him over towards his corner.

After bashing Seth's head against the turnbuckle, Sin Cara tagged out to one of the Los Matadores guys.

As Dean watched the two men switch places, movement caught Dean's attention out of the corner of his eye. It was Angel who was moving ever so slightly towards the action. Her face was twisted up in worry.

"Come on Seth!" She yelled as she clapped her hands on the apron.

Dean still wasn't used to the fact that they basically had their own little cheerleader at ring side now, but that's pretty much what Angel was. A cheerleader that also book their flights, hotel rooms, and made sure that they were at the arena on time.

Diego and Fernando double teamed Seth and their little cheerleader's face twisted up in pain as the two masked men hit Seth, knocking him straight down to the mat.

Trying to get his mind off Angel, Dean turned to see Fernando going for a cover and instantly he knew it wasn't going to happen. He could see the irritation on Seth's face as he laid under the man, there was no way he was going to let Fernando pin him here. And as predicted, Seth kicked out at two.

Seth got up, but Fernando still had control of the match. He threw Seth once again into the corner; only this time, when Fernando went to capitalize on the hit, Seth got his foot up just in time to make him run headfirst into his boot.

"Roman Reigns!" The crowd started chanting.

"Looks like they want you, big guy." Dean gave Roman a small smack on the shoulder.

"Yeah, and when Seth gets his ass out of that corner, they'll get me." Dean could see the smirk that was working its way on Roman's face.

Seth much have heard the crowd's chant as well because as Fernando stumbled and checked his nose to see whether or not he was bleeding, his eyes snapped over towards them. Nodding his head, Seth put his foot back up for Fernando to run back into again. Only this time the Fernando was able to grab Seth's foot and slammed it downwards.

As the crowd got louder, Fernando swung at Seth; who was able to catch the hit and use both Fernando's momentum and his strength to toss the man back towards the turnbuckles. Which gave him the moment that he needed to get out of the corner.

After doing his ninja roll thing to get away from Fernando, Seth's eyes locked on both on them as he put his hand out for the tag. Roman didn't hesitate to make, and the crowd went wild.

As Roman made his way into the ring, Dean quickly moved around the steel pole and over towards where Roman was standing just moments ago; letting Seth take his place on the apron.

Both of them watched as Roman took off across the ring, using the ropes to build even more speed before plowing into Fernando.

"That's how it's done!" Dean cheered for his friend, as Roman grabbed the masked man for a body slam, though the big guy didn't stop there. The big guy didn't stop there, he jumped into the air, and came down with an elbow drop, before going into a cover. Which somehow Fernando ended up kicking out at two.

"How on earth?" Angel sounded just as baffled as he felt.

Going against his better judgement, he glanced down to see her standing right next to him now, leaning onto the apron as she watched the match intensely. He couldn't help by let out a chuckle at the serious look that was on her face. Her lips were pursed, her eyes squinted, and her hands were clenched against the apron. Dare he say, she kind of looked cute, like a little kid trying to look tough.

"Hey Dean." Roman called from the ring, making him look up from Angel. Roman had Fernando by the arm, dragging the man across the mat towards him. Quickly nodding his head, Dean reached out his hand and tagged in as Roman went for another body slam.

Getting into the ring, he waited and watched as Roman smashed Fernando down on the mat. While the masked man writhed in pain, he jumped backwards into the ropes before landing an elbow drop on the man.

Two body slams, two elbow drops, and a shoulder tackle; this guy was as good as pinned. Or so he thought as Fernando once again surprised him by kicking out at two.

"Didn't get enough?" He sighed as he quickly picked Fernando up by the head only to deliver a punch to the side of the man's face. The second time he did it, Fernando ended up against the ropes near were Roman and Angel were standing.

When he went to pick Fernando up again, muscle memory seemed to kick in. Dean pushed the man back against the ropes and went to bite the man's face, only stopping himself when he was centimeters away. This was not a time to get DQed, not when they were trying to prove something to the Wyatts.

Though that didn't mean he couldn't mess with the man. Pushing Fernando so that he was leaning over the top rope, Dean slipped his thumbs under the man's mask and started pushing upwards. Not really trying to unmask the man, but if it did come off he wouldn't be upset about it.

"One. Two…" Dean let the ref pull him away, though before he walked away he gave two good hits to each side of the man's gut. After the ref was happy enough that he let him go, he quickly went right back in on the attack giving him another punch on the side of the head.

He then grabbed the back of Fernando's head, and ripped him from the ropes and threw him into the corner where he smashed his head against the turnbuckle just like….one of them did to him.

Though, thinking about it, he didn't know which of the Los Matadores he was fight with now…he just knew that one of them did it to him and now he did it to one of them.

Backing up slightly, he took off and rammed his shoulder into the masked man's gut smashing him against the corner. Not letting up the pressure that he was putting on the man, he reached back and put his hand up for Seth to tag in. Which he did, and instantly he started to climb up the ropes.

He felt the ref's hand on his arm trying to pull him away but he didn't care; he waited until Seth had Los Matadores by head before even budging slightly. When he did move away, Dean ignored the ref again and just ducked under the ropes.

The ref then turned his attention to Seth and told him to get in the ring or he will start counting. Seth rolled his eyes at the man but did indeed get into the ring. Once in the ring, he hit who Dean was going to say was Fernando in the back with a nice kick.

"Seth looks to be enjoying this." Roman smirked as Dean repositioned himself in on the apron.

"Yeah he does." Dean agreed as Seth threw Fernando into the corner with an Irish Whip with such power that he himself ended up tripping.

Dean watched as Seth got Fernando up to his feet, only to throw him once again across the ring. The man when full steam into the turnbuckle before falling once again onto the mat.

Wanting to tease the other team, Dean gave Roman a smack on the arm before gesturing over towards Diego and Sin Cara. "Ole!" He called out as he raised his arm in the air, mocking the other team. Around him be heard both Roman and Angel let out a laugh as both Diego and El Torito visibly grew pissed off. Well as much as two men wearing mask could visibly look pissed.

Though instead of retaliating, both men tried their hardest to play with the crowd, trying to get them to clap for Fernando as Seth went for the man again.

Seth went for another Irish Whip Fernando was able to counter it. Seth was sent flying into the corner almost tripping over himself, he flipped up almost going up and over the ropes, instead of just smashing into the thing.

"Shit." Dean sighed as Seth flipped himself back down and instantly grabbed onto his lower back. Pain highlighted on Seth's face, but he didn't let it stop him as he quickly marched over to where Fernando was laying on the mat, with his hands out towards his teammates.

Seth reached down and grabbed Fernando's foot, but when he tried to pull the man away from his corner Fernando rolled onto his back and put both feet up against Seth's chest.

Looking like he used up all of his strength, Fernando used his legs to push Seth backwards, which gave him just enough time to make a tag to Sin Cara; who once again jumped up to the top rope before landing on Seth.

Shit. Dean masked his hand off the ropes. Sin Cara had been out on the side lines long enough that he was going to be coming into the match practically fresh. And it showed as the match's pace picked up.

Sin Cara was able to knock Seth down left and right and when it looked like Seth was finally going to get the upper hand, Sin Cara hit back. With that speed and agility of his, Sin Cara spun himself around and flung Seth across the ring.

Dean's eyes widened as he watched Seth flying towards him, and without a second though he moved out of the way so that Seth didn't smash his face against his boots when he landed on the mat.

"Shit, man." He cringed as Seth let out a groan of pain.

"Seth, are you ok?" He heard Angel call out as she quickly made her way around the ring to check on the man.

Movement caught Dean's eyes, and he glanced back just in time to see Sin Cara quickly making his way across the ring. He didn't know what Sin Cara was about to do, but he did know that it wasn't going to be good and that Seth was going to get the full impact of the hit.

Looking back at Seth trying to figure out a way to stop the hit without getting DQed, his eyes widened as he realized that Angel was standing in front of Seth.

"Angel!" He quickly reached out and grabbed the back of her shirt pulling her back so that she was out of the way. As she stumbled backwards, knocking into him; Sin Cara came flying through the ropes and smashed right into Seth. The hit knocked Seth right into the announcers' table. However, Sin Cara didn't let Seth lay on the announcers' table for long, before throwing him back into the ring.

After Dean realized that Seth was still good to go, he glanced down at Angel who had a massive blush on her face and was looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "Watch yourself!" he told her as he let her go.

"Yeah, good idea." She let out a huge breath as she made her way back towards the apron. "Thanks."

The sounds of someone hitting the mat drew his attention. When he looked back he saw Sin Cara just barely hanging onto the top rope while Seth rolled his way towards him with his hand out.

"You're in, brother." Seth said as they clapped hands.

Smirking, he quickly got in and made his way over to Sin Cara. Thank you, Seth. He stepped up onto the middle rope, grabbing Sin Cara under each of his arms he forced the man up onto the top rope.

Looking around at the crowd, he took a deep breath reading himself for the hit before he leaned backwards for a butterfly suplex. The rush of the fall hit him, right before the air was knocked out of him as he hit against the mat. Trying not to waste time, he quickly got up and looked around for Sin Cara. And what do you know, he was leaning against the bottom rope.

Holding his back that was still stinging, Dean quickly made his way over to where Roman was and without a word they tagged. As soon as he was out of the ring, the pain in his back and the burning in his lungs caught up with him, dropping him to his knees.

Taking a moment to recollect himself, he watched as Roman dropped down from the apron, and took off towards Sin Cara. Using all that wonderful strength, Roman jumped up into the air and smashed his boots right against the side of Sin Cara's head.

"That was great." Angel seemed to absentmindedly say to herself.

Smirking he gave her a pat on the back. "Yeah it was." He said before quickly making his way over towards Roman who was giving a battle cry into the camera.

"Roman, get in the ring."

Dean could hear the ref yell at Roman as he walked up to the man. Grabbing the back of Roman's head, he pulled him in and gave him a kiss on the top of the head, in the Italian mob respect kind of way. "Beautiful, my brother."

Without another word, he turned around and quickly made his way back over to the corner of the ring. As he walked back, his eyes seemed to gravitate towards Angel. She was standing next to Seth, who had rolled out onto the floor after he tagged out was now trying to stretch his back out; while Angel had a hand on his shoulder and was leaning down towards him with that signature worried look on her face.

Dean stopped in his spot and stared at the two of them. His mind seemed to freeze as he noticed just how close they were. If Seth would look up, their faces would be just inches from each other and for some reason that pissed him off to the point that he had to fight off the urge to go and rip Angel away from Seth.

Oh, Fuck No! He shook his head hard as he realized what was going through his head. This wasn't happening. He wasn't going to let that stupid dream of his get to him. He wasn't about to get jealous that his manager was doing her job of taking care of a teammate.

He gritted his teeth and tried his hardest to swallow the lump in his throat as he made his way over to the two of them. "How's the back, man?" He grumbled out.

Seth let out a groan but picked up his head. "Singing like a mother…." He hissed as he stood up straight making Angel step back to give him room. Which much to Dean's displeasure made him feel better.

After yet another mental slap, he made his way up onto the apron only to be greeted by Roman who was holding out his hand to tag. "You alright?" Roman frowned as they switched spots.

"Just peachy."

Skovko: Yep, I believe Dean is slowly started to realized that he had some feeling for Angel. But I will say, i know it feels like forever for us, but it's been less then a month for them Isn't that weird? I'm in the same boat as you, I feel like it's taking him forever but really it's not that long.

Labinnacslove: He is started to see that he wants her. I'm glad that you're liking the story and I can't wait for them to get together because I have so much planned.

BrookeWorm3: I'm really glad that you loved the chapter! I means so much to me. I was trying to give it a little bit of a light and fluffy feel and it seems that came across. I ask that you don't die do to the suspense. And here's update! I hope you liked this chapter too!

DT610: Welcome and Thank you for review! I'm really glad that you've enjoyed the story! It means a lot to me! I hope you keep enjoy it! Thank you again.