Welcome to Chapter Thirty Five! I hope you guys enjoy this! Thank you for all the support.

Monday Night Raw: March 3, 2014

Edited: 8/8/19

Chapter Thirty Five

Dean swayed back and forth on the apron as he watched, Seth fighting out of Luke Harpers hold. The match hadn't been going on long, but he already found himself itching to get into the fight. And every hit that Harper landed on Seth just made it worse.

"Come one Seth!" Angel smacked her hands on the apron as she made her way back around to get back into their corner. Though she didn't quite make it. Dean watched as she got sucked right into the match after a partially brutal hit.

He wasn't happy that the girl stopped in the middle of the ring, so much could go wrong from there, but he had bigger things to worry about. Like about how this whole thing was his fault. If he hadn't knocked Seth from the ropes before, everything could be going the opposite way.

A loud hit against the mat, made him turn back towards the match to see that Seth was now down on the ground again. This time the man was holding the back of his head, while Harper stood over him.

However, the man wasn't even looking at Seth, instead they were locked on to Angel who was leaning slightly through the bottom ropes to make sure that Seth was ok. She must have realized that Harper was watching her, because suddenly her head snapped up and she slowly back away from the apron.

Dean was about to yell at the man, only he turned away from her and towards him.

"You want something?" He asked as he got up onto the bottom rope. "You wanna go? I will rip you to pieces." Harper didn't say anything just stared at him with a blank look in his eyes as his smirk grew.

Which was just find with Dean. The longer Harper wasted time with him, the longer that Seth had to get himself back up to his feet.

"You brought the lamb to the battlefield." Harper said that dazed off tone of his as the ref pushed him way. "Brave man."

"What did you say?"

Harper turned around, right into a nice kick to the side of the face from Seth. Both men laid in the middle of the ring, trying to get themselves together. On the far side of the ring something else caught his attention. It was Bray. He was walking slowly down the side of the apron towards the back of the ring.

And somehow once again, Angel was completely oblivious to the main that was stalking towards her.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He sighed as he walked down the apron to the middle of the ring making sure to step around Angel.

First Harper and now Bray himself. They had something planned. Something that involved using Angel again to win. This time he wasn't going let them get their greasy hands on her.

Hopping down off the apron, he made his way towards Bray who had also jumped down. "What?" Bray asked.

"Don't play dumb!" Dean glared at Bray as he heard the ref and Roman yelling at him. "I know what you are up to."

"Man, get your ass back over to the corner." He heard Roman yell at him as he felt himself get pulled back. "You're letting him get into your head again."

"They're going after Angel." He told him.

"He's doing that to get into your head." Roman told him, while over his shoulder Bray just smiled.

"I'm going to wipe that smile right off your face." He growled as he tried to go after him again, though Roman held him back.

"Dude. Stop." Roman told him. "We need to focus on the fight."

"Guys!" Angel voice came from behind him as he felt a small hand grab his arm. "Seth tried to tag out."

"Shit!" Both of the yelled at the same time as they rushed over to their corner of the ring.

Dean cursed as he watched Rowan getting the better of Seth pushing him into the corner of the ring. Roman was right; Bray was getting into his head. And it was working. God Damn it.

After countering a few hits from Rowan, Seth was able to grab him and throw him into the turnbuckle; which gave him the opening he needed.

"Come on Seth!" Dean yelled as he walked down the apron to cheer on Seth.

"Dean, you need to get back to your corner." The ref sighed as he came over.

"I'm not doing anything."

"You need to get back." He said again pointing towards Roman.

He was about to back down when he noticed Harper making his way quickly towards Roman. "Ref!" He pointed at Harper.

"Dean you need to get back to your corner."

"You need to fucking look at what's going on!" He yelled as Harper landed a kick to Roman's chest, knocking him off the apron. "Shit." He quickly made his way back to the corner. "Wanna try that again?" He asked as Harper backed up.

"Dean get down!"

Taking a deep breath so that he didn't snap at the ref, Dean turned his head towards Roman who was leaning against the barricade with Angel hovering over him. The urge to jump down and check if he was ok was great, but he didn't want to leave Seth alone… again.

He walked around the steel pole and got in line so that when Seth looked towards the corner, Seth could see him. Leaning over the ropes, he put his hand as far down as he could so that Seth could reach it.

Come on. Let me in.

Seth and him locked eyes as the man made his way over on his knees. As soon as he felt Seth hand touch his, he jumped into the ring. Finally, my turn. He was more than ready to go. Over the last couple of days, he had to wait on the side lines and now it was his turn.

Letting himself go, Dean jumped up in the air and swung wildly at Rowan, tackling him down to the mat. He only got a few good hits in when Rowan pushed him off.

Irritated, Dean quickly made his way to his feet and set back in on the man in the green jumpsuit. Pushing him back against the ropes, he went to send him off with an Irish Whip but the bigger man was able to counter it.

Catching his footing at the last moment, he used his momentum from bouncing off the ropes to make it across the ring once more. Ducking under Rowan's wild swing, he hit the ropes again and this time using everything he had to just throw his body at Rowan and get him to the ground.

He knew that the hit wouldn't keep the bigger man down for long, he was going to have to cut the man down to size before doing any real damage.

Getting to his feet, Dean locked eyes on Rowan who was using the ropes to get up. going back in on the attack, Dean grabbed the man's left leg, trying to throw the larger man off balance. Though as he picked up the man's leg, a wonderful thought went through his head. He took that left leg and brought it up, draping it over the middle rope.

Trying to fight what he was doing, Rowan grabbed him by the head and try to push him away. No you're staying there. Dean thought as he gave the man a couple good hits to the face. He hoped that those hits were enough to keep the man there for a moment as he took off back across the ring to gain speed. As he came hurling back, he pushed himself up for a drop kick right to Rowan's leg.

That would surly cut him down to size, at least for a little bit. But it's not enough.

Grabbing the same leg, he pulled Rowan towards the middle of the ring, before dropping the man down to the mat. Still not letting up, he swiftly straddled the man's hurting leg and went for the Figure Four.

Using all his might, he held onto the leg lock as he felt the man bucking to get out of it. Which Dean only answered to by pressing his head back and using his upper body to put more torque onto his legs.

Come on tap, you ugly bastard. He gave an internal as he tried to put more and more pressure on.

"Dean!" Angel's scream made him open his eyes just in time to see two large boots come right down on his stomach.

He gasped as the air was smashed from his lungs and his body just contorted around Harpers feet. That was smart. He groaned as he tried his hardest to get up off the mat. Blinking the water out of his eyes he looked up to see Roman had dumped Harper over the ropes and was going after him.

Realizing that Harper was taken care of, Dean turned towards Rowan to see that he had given the man enough time to make his way over to Bray for the tag.

Well shit. He got up onto his feet. "Come on asshole." He rasped out as he egged on Bray, who met him headlong in the middle of the ring. After a few good hits Dean lost where he was, all he knew was that he went bouncing off the ropes and was now flat on his back, in the middle of the ring.

Is the world spinning? He blinked as he watched the lights circle above his head. The lights quickly stopped as something started to pound into his head over and over and over.

"You think your tough?" Bray asked as he smashed his face down against the mat. "You think your indestructible? You're not and I'll prove it."

Pain ricocheted though his head as Bray stamped down on it with enough force that it almost bounced him up to his hands and knees.

With head pounding, vision blurry and lungs burning to the point that he wasn't sure if he was really breathing or not, Dean tried to get up to his feet. He almost achieved his goal when Bray grabbed him a threw him into the corner of the ring, before sending his head a ringing again with an uppercut.

Come on, Ambrose get it together. He told himself as he felt himself being pushed back against the ropes as one right after another hard hits came smashing down on his chest.

When the ref pulled away his attacker, Dean used the ropes to make his way out of the corner.

Shaking himself back into the fight he turned to see Luke Harper was the one in the ring with him, and without a second thought he spat right in the man's face. That might not have been smart. He told himself as he knees gave out and he fell right down to the mat.

Harper pulled him right back up to his feet, only to send him back down with a massive kick to the chest, that might have knocked something loose. Though what was the least of his worries as his head bounced between the turnbuckles and the mat.

"Ouch." He groaned as he reached up and grabbed the bottom ropes. Using what little strength, he had, he pulled himself up so that he was leaning against the bottom turnbuckle.

As soon as he let out a sigh, he felt something heavy step down on his shoulder, then down on his face. "Shit." He hissed as the bottom of Harpers boot scrapped against his face.

When the ref pulled Harper away, Dean reached up to the top ropes and tired once again to get to his feet. However, as soon as he was able to get his grip on them, something smashed down against his stomach.

Not knowing how he got there, suddenly he was in the air, with one of his arms pulled between his leg and the next second his back was smashed against something hard before being pushed back against the mat. It took him a moment to register the hits of the ref counting for the pin, but as soon as he did, he kicked out. Hoping that it was before the three count.

When he didn't hear the bell ring and pain and pressure came down hard on both sides of his head, he figured that he did indeed manage to kick out. Letting out a groan, he reached up to see that Rowan was smashing his fist into his temples.

Trying to figure out he could escape this the same way he did last time, he glanced around the ring to find where the ref was. However, his eyes didn't land on the man wearing the black and white stripped shirt, instead they locked right on Bray who was standing on the apron calling orders to his goon.

"You bring it!" He called up to Bray. "You bring it Bray Wyatt." He egged the man on.

Did they really thing that his was bothering him? Yeah it made the pounding in his head worse and yes it was kind of making it hard for him to see, but the knuckles to the temple. Please. His been hit with brass knuckles and fist with chains wrapped around them. This was nothing. Though he did need to get out of it.

After realizing that pulling on the man's hands wasn't going to work, he looked around for another way, when a lock of ginger hair caught his attention. Reaching up with both hands he grabbed onto the Rowan's beard and pulled as hard as he could, until Rowan finally let up on his head.

Thank god. He let out a breath as the pressure in his skull started to die down.

Being able to see a bit better, Dean fought his way to his feet making sure not to let go of the man's beard. That until Rowan ripped him off by throwing him into the ropes. With his head still pounding, Dean couldn't quite catch himself as be bounce right off the ropes and into the man, who scooped him up for a Sidewalk Slam.

Fucking hell.

One. Two.

Dean used all his might to kick out before the three count.

He needed out and bad. His head was in such a bad way that he couldn't see or think straight. He needed to compose himself. He turned his head towards where he thought was his corner and was relieved when he saw Roman reaching out for him.

Tagging in Roman would be the best thing right now. He was pretty fresh, yeah he might have a had few hits but he hadn't been in the match yet, which meant he was better off them him or Seth. But how to get there?

He felt his body be picked up off the mat and that's when he realized that Rowan had tagged out to Harper.

"Hello there." He said as the man gave him a right hook that knocked him back against the ropes, he was just barely able to catch himself from falling through. Harper grabbed him and picked him up before hitting him with another right hook.

Not able to get his feet back under him, Dean stumbled backwards until he hit the ropes again. Come one Ambrose. He yelled at him as Harper went for the same hit a third time. Those this time when he felt himself hit the ropes, he let himself fall through them a bit, before using the force and his might to pull himself back up.

Using a last-minute burst of energy, he took Harper down with him with the strongest clothesline that he could muster.

Hoping that the hit was enough to give himself the time he needed to make a tag, he tried to lift himself up so he could at least crawl to the corner. Though as he tried to move his foot, he realized that it was caught on something. That something was Luke Harper.

As he fought to get out of the hold, something suddenly went blasting past him. Looking up he saw Bray coming back from knocking Roman off the apron.

Dean realized that Harper had made a tag and now Bray a pretty much fresh face was the legal man. Shit. He needed to tag out now or he wasn't going to get to. Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself to his feet as Bray turned around. Knowing that Bray wouldn't think that he was able to get up as fast as he did, he grabbed the man and quickly used the shock to plant a DDT.

White dots of pain exploded through his vision as he all of his might to crawl his way over to where Seth was.

"Come on, Dean!" Angel called and clapped her hands, acting like a beacon for him. When her voice seemed like it was right in front of him, he reached up to grab the ropes to use as a crutch to get him the rest of the way there. He reached up to let Seth tag off of him, but when nothing came he opened his eyes and looked up at the now empty apron.

What? He glanced to the floor to see Seth standing there not looking at him.

"Seth?"

What's going on? Dean couldn't wrap his head what just happened. Seth? He stared at the man in front of him. Why didn't he tag him out? Why wasn't he getting on the apron to help him?

As questions raced through his mind, all Dean could do was lay there half draped over the ropes and star at them man that he called his brother as he started to walk away from him.

Seth? He crawled towards him. Surely, he wasn't walking away from him. Surely, he didn't jump off the apron and leave him helpless. No…Seth wouldn't do that. My brother wouldn't do that do me. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

Dean felt his chest grow tight as he watched Seth walk up the ramp with Roman right after him.

No. No! NO!

A.A.A.

Angel didn't know what to do as she looked from Dean who was in the ring to Seth who was walking away from him. She couldn't believe what just happened. Dean was crawling to the corner to tag out after being beat up pretty bad. He was inches away and Seth…Seth jumped off the apron.

Tease brimmed in her eyes as she started towards Seth and Roman who were yelling at each other on the ramp. "Seth!" She slowly made her way as Roman went booking past her towards the ring to break up the pin.

At this moment she couldn't care less about the actual match. Who won or who lost didn't matter anymore to her anymore. What mattered, was the fact that she had just watched right before her eyes someone she cared about abandon someone else she cared about and she wasn't about to stand for that.

"Seth!"

"Angel…" Seth sighed but didn't look up at her.

"What are you doing?" She asked hoping her voice didn't break.

She saw as he took a deep breath. "I'll say the same thing that I said to Roman. I'm tired of being the glue that holds this team together. They have to figure this out on their own."

"You're just going leave them hanging like that?' She was astonished that this was the same man that she knew.

"Why not they left me hanging." He snapped.

He was right. Dean and Roman had left him hanging before. Dean had gone after Bray and Roman had gone after him, leaving the corner empty. "You know that they didn't mean to." She shook her head.

"Angel…"

Cheering brought her attention back to the match to see Dean take a nasty boot to the face. Her eyes widened and turned back towards Seth. "You're just going to stand there while they need you?"

"Like I said, they have to figure it out."

The air was knocked out of her like Seth had just slapped her in the face.

Fighting back the urge to cry, she took a deep breath and stood on her toes so she could look the man in the face. "Fine." She heard her voice shake. "But whatever pain they feel from this moment out is because of you."

She turned away and ran back towards the ring. She didn't know what she could do to help but she knew she had to do something. Quickly she made her way around the side of the ring where Dean was laying from the boot to the face.

Not giving a care in the world that the ref might call a DQ for her interfering. She reached out and grabbed Dean by the leg. As carefully as she could she helped him rolled out of the ring and onto his feet. "Are you ok?" She asked as both of them stumbled backwards towards the barricade.

Before he could even answer, to their left, Luke Harper went flying through the ropes; smashing himself into Roman sending him flying over the announcers' table and into the mess of chairs behind it.

"Roman!" She cried as Dean pushed off her and went after Harper.

After Dean had Harper down on the ground, she carefully made her way around everything, even Bray Wyatt who was laying on the steel steps and made made her way over to the announcers' table where Roman was.

Quickly she pushed through the mess, not caring in the slightest that Rowan was over there as well. "Roman?" She went to her hands and knees and started looking the man over.

A little grunt came from him, telling her that he was at least alive. As she checked on the man in front of her, a rush of air went passed her, making her look up to see Bray racing after Dean who was still beating on Harper.

Her eyes widened as Bray grabbed Dean by the head and sent him face first into the steel pole. A hand shot to her mouth and her heart felt like it was going to give out as she watched Dean slowly collapse down to the ground. No.

The tears that pooled in her eyes slowly started to fall as Bray grabbed Dean again and the crowd started to chant 'this is awesome.' How on earth could people thing that this was awesome?

Her eyes locked onto Seth who was still standing on the ramp watching what happening. "This is your fault!" She yelled even though she knew that he couldn't hear her. "This is your fault!"

As Bray grabbed Dean for the Sister Abigail. She slowly let her eyes close. She knew this was it. This was the final nail in the coffin, and she didn't want to see it.

One. Two. Three.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

As the Wyatt's music filled the arena, Angel let her eyes slowly open to see Dean laying on his stomach in the middle of the ring with all three members of the Wyatt's standing over him.

Something snapped inside of her. All the confusion, panic, worry, sorrow, and disbelief turned into anger. Pure anger.

Pushing herself from the rubble of the announcers' table she raced to the ring. Sliding under the bottom rope and made her way over to where Rowan stood straddling Dean. On her knees, she started to smack the man's legs while grabbing onto Dean's outstretched arm.

"Get off him!" She yelled as tears streamed down her face. "Get off him!"

"Angel…" She heard Dean called out to her in the smallest voice she had ever heard from the man.

"Aw look at this." Bray laughed in her face. "Little lamb is trying to save her big bad wolf."

"I said get off him." She glared at Bray.

Bray's face curled up into a creepy smile before he smacked Rowan. With a slow deliberate step, Rowan moved to the side so that he was no longer over top of Dean. Glancing around she grabbed at Dean and tried to pull him away from the three men in the ring.

"What a brave little lamb." Bray voice whispered out as the arena grew dark. When finally, the lights turned back on the Wyatts were gone. Leaving just her and Dean in the middle of the ring.

Glancing back, she saw Roman slowly getting up from the rubble that made up the announcers' table. Letting out a sigh of relief that Roman was ok, she turned back towards Seth hoping to see him making his way back down to the ring to at least help them out. But instead she watched in awe as he walked away.

Shaking her head, she tried to stop the tears that were pouring down her face as she turned to help Dean out of the ring, which proved a lot harder than she thought. "No come on, lean on me." She told him as Dean tried to hardest to stand up on his own two feet.

"I'm fine." He said his voice cold as ice.

"No, you're not." She told him as she forced him to wrap an arm around her shoulder.

"I got this." Roman sighed as he took over for her.

"Are you sure?" She asked knowing that he couldn't be feeling too good either.

"Trust me."

She nodded her head and followed closely behind as the boys made their way towards the ramp. She was thankful that they realized they were in no condition to try and make it up through the crowd. Though much to her surprise halfway up the ramp and Dean was pretty much standing on his own, only stumbling every now and then.

Once backstage not a word was said. Everyone moved out of their way. No one even made eye contact with them. Everyone must have figured it was better to leave them alone.

Not that she couldn't blame them, it wasn't hard to figure out how they were feeling. Their best friend, teammate, and brother-in-arms had just walked out on them.

She didn't know what was going to happen once they saw Seth again. Because even she was ready to hunt him down and give him a piece of her mind.

"Fuck." Dean cursed as he kicked at one of the many steel carts that littered the hallway, making her jump as the noise echoed through the hallway.

"Excuse me Dean, Roman." She heard someone call from behind them. Glancing back, she saw a reporter and camera man making their way up towards them.

She shook her head at the man. Couldn't he tell that they wanted to be left alone, that now wasn't a good time.

"Dean, Roman, could we get…" Dean stopped the reporter by waving him off.

"Get out. Go." Dean said turning around and looking the reporter right in the eyes.

"Can we get a word?" The reporter kept going.

"Not right now…" She sighed trying to get the man to go away.

"We just want a word with them." The reporter said as he turned towards her.

"Right now, isn't the best time." She couldn't believe how persistent this guy was being.

The reporter sighed. "Well maybe we could get a word with you?"

"No." Dean turned back around. "Not at all." He said as he pushed her behind him. "Take the camera and get out."

"We just saw Seth Rollins leaving the building."

And like that Dean stopped and turned back towards the reporter. "You saw Seth?"

"Yeah."

"You saw Seth Rolling? Where was he?"

"He was leaving…"

"Where was he?" Dean asked as he started to push the reporter back as Roman started in on him as well. "Parking garage? Ramp? Where?"

"I'm going to ask you one time." Roman told him. "Where is Seth Rollins?"

She understood how they were reacting but couldn't let them take it out on the poor reporter. "Hey." She tried to get Dean's attention by grabbing his arm, but the man just waved her off as he listened to what the reporter had to say.

"We j..just saw him leave the building."

"I didn't ask you to stutter, I asked you where Seth Rollins is."

"He was leaving the building."

"Roman…" She tired pulling on his arm this time.

"You point us in the direction that he went, and you go the other way."

"He was going that way…" The reporter said with fear in his eyes.

"He's gone." Dean shook his head. "He's gone. He's halfway to Detroit by now"

The reporter slowly made his way passed Roman. "We're going to leave."

"I think that's a good idea." Angel sighed as he looked back at Roman and Dean.

Dean gave a glare back at the camera man who was quickly making his retreat. "Seth's fucking gone!" He yelled as he slammed his hand on the travel case. "The asshole ran away!" Dean stomped his way down the hallway.

Roman took a deep breath. "Look." He turned towards her. "I'm going to try and find Seth." He gave a glance down the hall. "Maybe you can see if you can calm Dean down."

Calm Dean down? She bit her lip as she turned towards Dean who swinging at anything and everything that in his way. "I'll try."

Roman patted her on the shoulder before taking off the opposite way. Taking a deep breath, she started her way down the hall after Dean. Well here goes nothing.

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