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Monday Night Raw: February 24, 2014/Tuesday: February 25, 2014

Edited: 8/6/19

Chapter Thirty One

"Shit!" Dean cursed as he tossed his empty water bottle across the room. How stupid could he be? Very, that was the answer. He knew that he shouldn't have gone out to ring side, as soon as he started down the hallway towards the gorilla the match was over.

He should have known that there was no way he was going to pass up the chance to pound on Bray Wyatt. Not after the man had gotten under his skin earlier that day.

It was all because he couldn't control his temper that the Shield now had two losses in the row under their belts. Two losses and they were both his fault.

Letting out a groan, he slammed his fist into the side of the locker that his stuff was piled up in. He had walked into another one of Bray Wyatt's trap and he hadn't realized it until the smoke cleared. Halfway through the crowd his brain seemed to have clicked that they didn't actually win. They were there the last ones in the ring but Roman had lost and it was because of him.

"Hello boys." A familiar voice echoed through the locker room. His eyes instantly landed on the bald man in a suit that was walking across the room. It was the Devil's Favorite Demon, Kane. The Authority's Director of Operations. "So, I'm here on official Authority business."

Shit. He groaned as Kane make his way up towards his teammates who were all gathered at the table.

"What's up, Kane?" Seth asked as he took off his tactical vest.

"Well you see, the Authority isn't very happy with the way things went tonight." Kane's eyes snapped over to him. "They also aren't very happy with your promo." He paused.

God, Dean hated the way that Kane talked. It took the man forever to say something simple. To say he needed to take a piss would sound more like; Well the thing is… my bladder is full and it seems as if I need to go empty it. On behave of the Authority.

"So, the thing is, the Authority had tasked me to come down here and let you know that due to your performance tonight, this Friday at Smackdown you will not get your rematch. In fact, you wouldn't be getting a match at all."

A.A.A

After Kane gave the news that the Shield wouldn't have a match on Smackdown this week, he walked out of the locker room with a dark smirk that told Angel that he liked to give out bad news. Him and Bad News Barrett should become friends.

"Well that's great." Seth shook his head as he ripped off his gloves. "Just great."

A loud bang sounded behind her, making her look over to see Dean standing there with his fist smashed against the back of the locker that he was using. "God damn it!" A growl like sound came from the man as he stood there completely still. His shoulders were hunched up, his muscles were tense, and his head was dropped down so that his long bangs fell into his eyes.

"Hey man, it's not that big of a deal." Roman sighed.

Like something out of a horror movie, Dean's head whipped around towards the Samoan. "Not a bit deal?' He gave a laugh. "That bullshit. We are the Shield. We run this place, leaving others face down on the mat in our wake. And yet we're lost twice in a row." Dean let his arm drop. "Twice! Because of me… and now we don't even have a match on Friday."

She watched as Roman sat there stone faced as Dean screamed at him. "Yeah, we lost." Seth sighed. "But we need to dust ourselves off and pick ourselves up, not beat ourselves up and lash out at our teammates."

When Dean's eyes flickered over to Seth, his face changed. It wasn't a huge change, but she caught it. His eyes softened for a second before going dark once more and his jaw locked. "I'm out of here." He threw his duffle bag over his shoulder and took off out the room.

"Dean!' She went to reach out for the man, but Roman stopped her.

"Let him go." He sighed. "He needs to cool his head down."

"Cool down?" Seth laughed. "That man needs a new head."

Roman gave her a strange look and rolled his eyes, before letting out a smile. "Don't worry about Dean, he's probably waiting outside for us."

Letting out a sigh, she nodded her head. Roman was probably right, out of everyone he knew Dean the best. If he said everything was ok, then she was sure that it was.

Taking up her spot at the table, she watched as Seth and Roman got changed and packed up their things to get ready to leave.

After they got everything together Roman quickly put up his hair in a bun on top of his head, and that went she noticed all the bruises and bumps that were starting to form on the man's arm.

"You ok, Roman?"

"Huh?" He turned towards her as he adjusted his hair.
"You're arm." She pointed up at one of the darkest bruises.

Roman glanced down at his own arm and looked almost shocked as he looked at the bruise. "Oh, yeah that's nothing." He said as he gave his own arm a smack, right on said bruise. "Just the marks of war."

"Alright," Seth sighed as he picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Let's go find Crazy."

"Yeah, if we leave him alone too long he might pee all over the house." Roman joked, making her laugh slightly as she got up from the chair. The three of them made their way out of the arena and towards the car that they rented.

As they got closer to the car, she looked around to find Dean, though there was no sign of the man. "Dean?" She called thinking that maybe she just couldn't see him. "Dean?" She glanced into the car to see if he somehow got into the thing.

"Shit." Seth cursed. "Where the fuck did he go?"

She looked back at both men and frowned as she saw Roman look almost defeated. "Where is he?"

"He took off." Seth smack the top of the car.

"He took off?" She looked at two men dumbfounded. He took off?

Roman nodded his head as he grabbed his belt, lone ranger style. "He does this every now and then."

"What?" She glanced back and forth between the two men.

Seth unlocked the car and threw his stuff into the backseat. "Yep, now we have to go find him." He slammed the door shut. "Come on Roman." He sighed. "Here Angel." He threw the key at her. "Head back to the hotel and we'll meet up with you later."

"Wait what?"

"Since dumb ass decided to walk away, we have to walk around the fucking city to find him. So that we can stop him before he gets arrested."

Her eyes went wide at the word 'arrested'. "No!" Roman put his hand out towards her trying to get her to calm down. "No, Dean's not going to get arrested. We just need to find him."

"Shouldn't I come with you?"

"Nah, just leave it to us, we're use to this." Roman told her. "Just head back."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, we got this." Roman threw his stuff into the car.

She just stood there as she watched the two men walk away. Part of her wanted to run after to them to go and find Dean but if the boys were used to this, maybe she should let them handle it.

Begrudgingly she got into the car and started to head back to the hotel, though the whole way back she kept her eyes open for Dean. Only to let out a sigh as she pulled into the hotel parking lot, without even a glance of the man.

After sending a text to Seth and Roman that she was leaving their things in the car, she grabbed her things and made her way into lobby. She didn't stop until she got to her room. Throwing her stuff on her bed, she looked around the room and almost groaned as she eyed all the things that still needed packed for her flight tomorrow.

But she couldn't seem to get her mind on the fact that she was going home. All she could think about was Dean and whether or not Seth and Roman were going to be able to find him. How far could Dean go?

She shook her head as she pushed herself from her bed. Roman and Seth will find him. She told herself over and over as she started to clean up and pack her things. Twenty minutes went by and still nothing from the boys. Glancing down at her phone and bit her lip. Where is he?

Her nerves started to flare up. She needed to calm down and right now a drink sounded great. After thinking about it a little more she let out probably her hundredth sigh for the night before she made the call and headed out of her room and down to the bar.

When the elevator to the lobby stopped and Angel stepped out, her eyes widened at the amount of people that were starting to pull pile in. The lobby was full and judging by the sea of wrestling shirts, she was ninety percent sure that they were from the show.

Having a feeling that she wasn't going to get noticed without the Shield being with her, she made her way across the chaos and over to the bar. Her hunch was right, no one noticed her as she made her way through the glass doors of the hotel bar.

Quickly, she made her way up to the bar and took a seat at one of the empty stools.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asked almost as soon as she sat down.

"Just a Long Island." She said as she sat her ID down on the bar.

The girl picked it up and looked at it before setting back down and giving her a nod.

"Another!" A glass clanked down hard on the bar making her jump slightly. She looked up to see the bartender seeming to sigh as she turned towards where the sound had came from. "One more, sweetie."

Angel's head perked up at the voice. It can't be. She pushed herself up from the stool slightly to look down the bar. Her eyes widened. Three people down was Dean Ambrose; sitting there, still in his Shield gear and leather jacket, his shoulders slumped over as he looked at the empty shot glass that was sitting in front of him.

"Sir, please don't call me sweetie." The bartender sighed as she grabbed the empty shot glass.

"Sure thing…"

Blinking almost like she was seeing a mirage, Angel slid herself off the stool and made her way behind the man. "Dean?"

Slowly he turned his head around and blinked when his eyes landed on her. "…Hey…" He smirked. "An-Angel." His words slurred.

"How long have you been here?" She asked as she noticed how red his eyes were.

"I don't know….ten…"

The bartender shook her head from over the bar. "About an hour and he was already drunk when he sat down."

She nodded at the bartender before turning back towards the man who looked like he was about to fall off his stool. "Seth and Roman are looking for you."

"Well I'm right here." He smirked. "And as she said." He loosely gestured over his shoulder towards the bartender. "I've been here for an hour. So, they're not looking very hard, are they?"

Angel wriggled her nose at the strong smell of alcohol that was seeping from Dean's mouth as he spoke. "Well why don't we head up to the room, so they can stop looking for you?"

A mischievous smile came to Dean's face and he glanced over his shoulder like he wasn't sure that she was talking to him. Though as it looked like he was about to say something, he gave his head a shake. "Nah, I'm good."

"Dean, come on." She pulled his arm.

"They don't want to find me." He ripped his arm out of her hold and turned back towards the bar, calling for another drink.

Angel shook her head at the bartender. "No more." She told her. "In fact, don't worry about my drink and let's get him squared up." The bartender didn't hesitate with what she said, in fact she seemed to agree.

"You wanna pay here or send the bill to the room?"

Angel glanced at Dean and tried to determine how hard it was going to be to get him to pull out his wallet to so that she could pay. "Bill it to the room, please."

The bartender nodded her head. "Good call."

Before getting to work on trying to get Dean to his room, she pulled out a bunch of cash and set it down on the counter. "For the trouble."

"Thanks." The bartender pocketed it with a smile on her face. "Good luck with this one."

"Thanks." I'm going to need it.

"Hey Dean, it's time to go." She said in almost a sing songy voice, while trying to look into his face.

Dean pursed his lips but did indeed slide off of the stool. That's a start. She sighed as she watched him wobble back and forth on his feet. "Can you walk?"

"Yeah, I can walk." He snickered as if she was asking the most ridiculous thing in the world. "What am I child?" He smirked as he stumbled his first few steps but seemed to regain his footing quickly.

Making sure to keep her arms out to stop him from running into anything, she slowly guided him out of the bar. And much to her surprised he only stumbled once, running right into an empty table.

"Fucking…." He mumbled under his breath and kicked at the thing.

"Please don't break the table." She told him as she grabbed his arms and tried hard to pull him away.

As he turned his head towards her, the glare that once was piercing through the table softened and a small smile appeared on his face. He just stood there and stared, she forgot how to breath. There was something different about the way he was looking at her. Almost like it wasn't Dean standing in front of her but someone else. Dean slowly started leaned forward and those blue eyes glanced down towards her lips.

What is he doing? She asked as she looked up at him as he inched forward. "Dean?" Suddenly Dean's body swayed backwards and knocked into the table again.

"Fucking hell." His head snapped back towards the table and glared.

Taking a deep breath, she shook her head. Whatever Dean was up to, his attention was now on the table in front of him. And she had to get her mind back on getting him up to the hotel room without causing a seen.

"Come on, let's get going." She slowly pulled him away from the table.

They made it out of the bar and over to the elevator without being stopped. Thank God. The last thing they needed was to be stopped by fans, with Dean being as drunk as he was. After making sure that he wasn't going to bump into anyone, she pushed the button to call the elevator. While waiting for the elevator, she pulled out her phone and quickly sent a text to Roman and Seth, telling them that she found Dean in the hotel bar and that she was bring him up to the room.

When the doors to the elevator finally opened and she turned to grab Dean, only to see that he had placed himself so that his forehead was against the wall. "Dean?" She saw the man flinch as if he recognized his name being called but he didn't make a move or answer her. "Dean?"

"What!" He barked as he turned around quickly. "What?" His voice softened as he stumbled backward into the wall and blinked a few times. "Sorry….What?"

"Elevator's here."

"Oh yeah, the elevator." He nodded his head as he shuffled his way on to the lift.

How much did he have? He had seen him down bottle after bottle of beer and not have any effect on him. Whatever he did tonight had him messed up.

She pressed the button for his floor and leaned against the wall with her eyes closed. At least she had found him, safe and sound. And now that they were in the elevator heading up to the boys room. All she had to do was pray that no one else gets on the lift and they should be home free. Should be.

A sudden blast of alcohol hit her right in the face making her cringe and open her eyes. Dean was standing right in front of her with his arm resting against the wall of the elevator right above her head as he hunched down to her size. "Dean?"

"Yes?"

"What are you…"

The sound of Dean talking a deep breath made her trail off. He let out a noise that she could only describe as 'purr like'. "You smell good, really good." He said as he slumped down even farther, his head was practically resting on her shoulder. "Heavenly." His whispered so low that she knew if he wasn't right next to her ear, she wouldn't have heard him.

"Dean, you have to stay awake." She told him as she felt him drop against her shoulder. She fruitlessly pushed against the man's chest, trying to get him to back up. "Come on."

There were only inches between the two of them and at some places not even that. She could feel his body heat, could feel his breathe against her ear, could smell the leather of his jacket. God, she could even feel his stubble rubbing against her neck.

As she tried to figure out a plan of action, she heard a mumble come from the man. One that she couldn't quite make out. "What was that?" She asked.

Slowly his head lifted up until he was once again standing over her. She could feel the height difference now more than ever. "I wonder if you taste as good as you smell." His eyes flicked down to her lips just like they did in the bar.

Her eyes felt like they were going to pop out of her head as she registered what he had just said. "I um, I…" As she tried to remember how to speak, his lips crashed down onto hers.

As her brain figure out what was going on, her body tensed to the point where she couldn't move. Everything around her disappeared as her mind fixated onto the man in front of her. She had thought that she could feel his body heat before, well now it felt like her body was on fire. Like the heat from his body was pouring into hers from every spot that they touched.

Which now made her realized that his legs were right up against her with his knees touching her thighs, and that he had his free hand resting on her hip. Though the place where the most heat seemed to be coming from was his lips. They seemed like they were on fire as the moved slightly against her own.

Ding! The sounds of the elevator stopping smashed her back to reality. What if someone saw them? With all the strength that she could muster, she pushed Dean away towards the doors as they opened. And all she could do was watch as Dean stumbled backwards, not able to get his footing as he tripped over himself. Smashing right into the two men who were standing on the other side of the elevator doors.

The air in her lungs froze as she saw who had caught Dean. Seth and Roman were standing there with wide eyes looking at her. Oh god no! They had seen! They had seen Dean kissing her. Panic started to fill her as she locked eyes with the three men in front of her. Not able to get over the looks that she is getting, she reached over and rapidly pressed the button to close the door.

"Angel!" Roman reached out as the doors closed. "Hey."

Mind racing, chest heaving, feeling like she was about to faint, she quickly pushed the button for her floor. Holy shit. What just happened? How could this happen? Why? She couldn't catch her breath as she paced back and forth.

This was a dream? It had to be. She had to have fallen asleep when she got to her room. Please be a dream… Though she knew it wasn't. Oh God, oh God! Embarrassment grabbed a hold of her. God this wasn't good. Not only had Dean kissed her out of nowhere but Roman and Seth had seen it.

The elevator stopped once again this time it was at her own floor, and she booked it back to her room. She fumbled to unlock the door, due to her shaking hands. But when she finally got it open, she practically ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her.

This can't be happening! She yelled at herself as she leaned over the sink. Her heart was pounding, her stomach was twisted in a knot and it was hard to remind herself to breath. Though as she stood there hyperventilating she realized something. She felt cold.

It was almost like that feeling that she could get when she threw her warm blanket off of her after a good night rest. She missed the warmth and softness that she felt just moments before. Only this time that feeling didn't come from some warm fluffy blanket. No, this time the warmth that she was missed was that of Dean Ambrose.

D.D.D

Dean groaned as he rolled over and turned off his alarm. His head was pounding so hard that it felt like someone was jackhammering on his skull. Though what was worse was the feeling that he was going to be sick. His stomach flipped over and over until he felt himself lurch from the bed. Dang Hangover. It had been a while since he had been this drunk.

He thought back to the night before and the last thing he remembered was him leaning against the rental car waiting for everyone to come out. And that was it.

As he pushed the blankets off of himself and tried to get out of the bed, another groan came from him. Time to face the music. Getting dressed and finding his gym bag was an experience especially cause every three seconds he felt like he was going to hurl, that or his head was going to explode.

God his workout was going to be a blast. Not to meant the fact that if memory served him right, and right now who knows, Angel had scheduled flights for each of them to go home. Planes and hangovers weren't a good combo.

After what felt like forever, he made his way out of the room, surprised that he didn't wake Seth with all his complaining and stumbling. Making his way slowly to the lobby, he stowed his gym bag behind the counter and headed outside for his run. As soon as he stepped outside, the cold wind hit his face and it felt amazing.

Making sure to wrap up his mouth, he began to run. Though todays run didn't last long as he would've like. He had to stop three times to dry heave, and that told him that it was time to stop. Grabbing his bag from the lobby he made his way down to the gym that Roman had texted him about while he was on his run.

When he got to the building, he let out a sigh. The noises that came from gym made his head ring.

"There he is." Roman called across the way.

Doing his best to muster up a smirk, he walked across the room towards his best friend. He noticed that there were a few other people work out around them gym, but thankfully none of them were paying him any attention.

"Hey Ro." He rasped out.

After giving Roman a fist bumped, he threw his stuff down. "How's the head?"

"Amazing."

"That good?" Roman snickered.

"Oh yeah." He gave his back a stretched. "Where's Seth and Angel?"

"In the other room." Roman nodded his head towards the doorway that lead deeper into the gym.

Nodding his head, he rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "Alright." He looked back at Roman, who looked like he had a story to tell. "Let me have it. How much of an asshole was I?"

The man almost seemed shocked for a moment as he put down his water and stepped back so that he could get himself onto the rowing machine. "What do you remember?"

"Nothing." Dean sighed. "I'm in the dark, man."

Pausing slightly, Roman started working out while nodding his head. "Well you left us after the show. Seth and I looked for you for over two hours, before Angel found you at the hotel bar." He said in between strokes.

Taking a deep breath, he knew what Roman was getting at. This was Roman's way of telling him that Angel was the one that had to deal with his drunken ass. Which only made him want to punch himself more, as he was known for being a bit of a dick when he got drunk. Due to some of his old habits working their way back out.

"Shit." He ran his fingers threw his hair. "I need to apologize to her." He didn't know what he did, just knew that it couldn't have been good.

He turned and made his way towards the other room that Roman had pointed out when he heard Roman calling after him. "Dude, I'm warning you. Angel might not be in the mood to see you,"

Great. Now he knew that he did something shitty.

His eyes scanned the room as he walked in until they fell on the two people that he was looking for. Tucked in the corner of the room was Seth and Angel and much to his surprise Seth was holding a punching bag for her.

Letting out a snicker, he watched as Angel gave a few hits to the bag. She wasn't bad. Her form looked good, a little too tense but he kind of expected that from her. The girl needed to let loose.

Though as he watched he realized that he wasn't critiquing her form or technique anymore. He was watching; there was intense look on her face as she hit the bag, her hair was pulled into a pony tail that bobbed up and down as she moved and wiped the sweat off her face with the back of her hand.

Wonder if you taste as good as you smell.

Taking back by his own thoughts, he gave himself a mental slap and reminded himself that he had walked over here to apologize to her, not to creepily watch her from afar.

Quickly, he made his way over to his two friends, stopping just behind them.

"Hitting the bag?" He raised a brow as Angel jumped at his voice, and Seth turned his attention towards him.

"Hey man."

He nodded towards his friend before looking down at Angel who seemed to have frozen. Maybe Roman was right, maybe she didn't want to see me. He racked his brain trying to figure out what he had done to make her so upset with him.

Angel let out an awkward cough as she pulled off the boxing gloves that she was wearing. "Crap! My shuttle will be here soon." Her eyes glanced up passed his and Seth's head.

Dean turned his attention behind him to see a clock sitting high up on the wall, it was almost nine.

By the time he had turned back to face Angel she had already made her way around him and over to a small pile of things that sat against the wall. It was her luggage.

Both him and Seth slowly followed behind her, as she rummaged through her bag. "Hey…"

Angel turned around quickly, though her eyes bypassed him and went straight to Seth. "These would be yours." She gave the man a smile as she handed him the boxing gloves. "Thank you for your help today, Seth."

"Anytime."

Dean saw those hazel eyes flickered up towards him for just a moment before she walked away from the two of them with bundle of clothes in her arms.

"So, she's working on the punching bag." Dean absentmindedly stated as he watched her walk into the girl's bathroom.

"Yeah, she said she wanted to learn to defend herself." Seth said. "I thought, why not."

Dean nodded his head. He agreed that it was a good thing for her to know how to defend herself. Especially with creeps like Wyatt prowling around. "Good. Good."

"How are you feeling?"

"Like shit." He sighed

By the time Angel came out of the bathroom, he had already started his warm up. Pushups, crunches, sit-ups; all those fun things.

"Alright." She took a deep breath as she looked down at her phone. "My shuttle is right around the corner." She seemed to be talking to herself.

"Are you excited to go home?" Roman asked.

She looked up and nodded her head. "Yeah I am." She gave a smile. "It's been awhile."

"Now who's fault is that?" Seth laughed.

She shook her head at the man and made her way other to her things. "So, make sure you get back to the hotel by one, your shuttle will be there at one forty-five." She turned towards them. "You each have your tickets, right?"

"You gave them to us yesterday."

"Good." She nodded her head. "Well enjoy your time home and I'll see you on Friday."

"You too." Roman told her.

"Airport Shuttle for Angel Miles." A voice called from the door of the gym, making almost everyone turn and look at the man standing there.

"That's me!" She waved over at the man as she gathered her things. She gave each of them one last look and smiled. "Be good."

"Us? Always."

The three of them walked her to the door and handed off her things to the valet. "Bye!" She waved as she made her way out of the gym.

Dean took a deep breath and looked at his brother in arm. "Ok, what did I do?"

He stood there as Seth and Roman glanced at each other. It was like they were trying to decide whether or not to tell him. "We don't know the whole thing." Roman sighed.

"What do you know?"

Roman took a deep breath and pushed his hair out of his face. "Like I said before Angel was the one that found you at the bar…"

"You kissed her."

Dean felt the air get knocked out of his lungs, it was like Seth's words chopped him right in the chest. "I did what?"

"You kissed her." Seth repeated.

It felt like the world was crashing down around him as he listened to Roman and Seth tell them their side of the story, about how the elevator doors opened, and they saw him standing over her, with his lips on hers; all while she stood there with wide eyed.

What did I do! He ripped his fingers through his hair. I fucked up that's what.

His head was all mixed up lately with all the dreams and Wyatt messing with him, but he had been able to control himself. All that control was just fucked up in one night all because he ended up getting drunk. He just had to fuck up a good thing. Just when he let his guard down and let her in.

"Fuck!"

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