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Monday Night Raw: March 3, 2014

Edited: 8/8/19

Chapter Thirty Six

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Dean screamed over and over as he punched the wall, the table, the travel cases, in fact the only thing that he didn't hit was her. Angel stood there in the middle of the small opening in the hallway that he had managed to walk into.

Slowly, she made her way up to the man that at the moment pacing two steps at a time while throwing his arms out to the side.

"I can't fucking believe that he would fucking do that to us!" He yelled as he gave a kick to one of the travel cases. "He left us for dead!"

She felt helpless as she watched him stomp around, hitting things randomly. She needed to calm him down before he either broke anything or himself. "Dean." She called for him again.

"Fuck!" He smashed his hand against the wall.

"Dean!" She rushed over and grabbed his hands. "Hey, you're going to hurt yourself."

As soon as she touched him, she could feel his body tense and the longer that she held him there the more tense he grew.

She watched as his muscled started to twitch and he started to tap his foot. Without warning he ripped his arms out of her hold and turned quickly towards the travel case that was behind him and gave it another huge kick.

As she looked down at the new dent in the case, she hoped that there wasn't something important in it. Dean already had to pay for a door, she didn't want him to have to pay for anything else.

"God damn it!" Dean cursed as he brought his hands up and clenched them over and over as his face twisted in anger. She had no idea what to do. She never had to calm him down. Roman and Seth would normally take that job, and they would do it by talking the man down. Saying the right things to get his mind on something else. But she didn't know what to say or how to talk down a man who thought his best friend just betrayed him.

"When I see that asshole, I'm going to break his face." Dean growled as he blenched his hands into a fist that made his knuckles turn white. "I'm going to…" He let out a yell as he hit himself in the head.

"Dean!" She gasped as she grabbed his hands again. God, she had never seen him this angry.

She looked up at his face. She needed to figure out a way to calm him down, to get his mind off of Seth. Because if she didn't, he was going to end up hurting himself.

But how? How could she get his mind off of what happened? Was there something that could even give his mind off of Seth? Could she? Was there anything she could say or do? Calling his name didn't work. Grabbing his hands didn't work. Talking to him surly wasn't going to work.

As her mind raced, she felt him tense again in her grasp. Taking a deep breath, she didn't think she just acted.

D.D.D.

That fucking bastard! How could he do that! He betrayed me! How? Why? Dean's mind was going haywire as he stood there fighting the urge to hunt Seth down and bash in his brains. God, his body was tight, every moment felt the snapping of a rubber band. And to make matters worse. Angel was trying to hold him down. Which wasn't smart on a good day, now it was like trying to cage a wild animal. It just made things worse.

He could feel the need to move start to boil over and just as he was about to pull himself out of her grasp again something smashed against his mouth.

Blinking his eyes, he tried to focus on what was happening. Slowly his mind seemed to click that it was Angel and that she was….kissing him?

His eyes widened, and his entire body went tighter than it was just moments ago, but this time for a different reason. She was kissing him. Her body was pressed against his, with one hand on his wrist while the other was pushing against his shoulder to help her stay up on her tip toes.

She was kissing him and all he could do was stand there.

A.A.A

As Dean's body froze completely, Angel snapped back to reality and she realized what she was doing. Hastily she pulled herself away from him and took a step back. Bringing her hand up to her mouth, she looked at the man in front of her. Dean's eyes were locked on her as he stood there unmoving.

Her body started to shake and heat up as she realized just how big of an she had must made out of herself. She had kissed Dean Ambrose.

"I'm so so so so sorry." She fought the frog in her throat. "I shouldn't have done that….I was just….just trying to get your mind off of what happened…"

When Dean didn't move or speak, her heart dropped. She hoped that at least he would have blown her off or something, but he just stood there staring straight ahead.

She nodded her head and grabbed the hem of her shirt. "I should go…" She knew that the best thing to do was to go find Roman, but when she went to take a step back, Dean's hand snapped out and stopped her.

"Dean?" She looked up at him. The look on his face didn't change, but he had stepped forward so that they were only inches apart again. "Um…" The air was knocked from her lungs as Dean smashed his lips down on hers.

Her mind went blank as she felt his mouth moving against her. This was so much different then what happened in the elevator. His lips were firmly against her and moving with expert movements that she couldn't help but match.

Trying to keep up with him, she almost didn't notice as his arms snaked around her waist until they pulled her closer so that they chest were touching, and she was forced up on her tip toes.

It wasn't long until she felt her legs threaten to give out, which me must have realized because he quickly readjusted his hold on her so that he was holding her up so that the tips of her toes were barely even touching the floor.

Though this kiss felt different then what happened before, the one thing that was the same was the warmth that seemed to pour into her body. Every inch of her that Dean touched was on fire, from her lips down to where his arms were around her waist holding her up. It was overwhelming about like it was burning her, but at the same time her body melted into it. Wanting more. As if he was feeling the same thing, Dean took a step forward as if trying to get closer.

He backed her into something and as soon as she touched it, something metal hit the ground. As the sound echoed through the small area, they both tensed and pulled away from each other.

Trying to catch her breath, she looked over her shoulder too see some sort of metal pole had fallen. Though as she tried to comprehend if she should do something about it, a warm breath tickled her neck, making her turn her head back to see that Dean hadn't moved an inch.

Those baby blue eyes were lock on her and boy did it take her breath away. There was something in them, something dark but at the same time inviting and she just wanted to stare into them forever.

However, those plans got cut off as she heard the muffled sounds of someone calling their names. It took her a moment to realize that it was Roman calling for him. And that's when it happened. Reality came rushing back to her like a slap in the face and boy did it hurt.

The inviting look in Dean's eyes was gone and that overwhelming heat turned into a rush of cold sweat as they pulled away from each other, just in time for Roman to appear from the main hallway.

She prayed to God that he didn't see them. This would make two times that he would have caught them kissing and this time she couldn't say that it was Dean's drunken fault. In fact, it was hers.

"Well he's gone." Roman sighed as she glanced away from the big man. She knew that as soon as she caught Roman's eyes she could crack. "He got a ride with someone else and left as quick as he could."

"I told you, didn't I?" Dean said in a hard voice that made her look up at him. "I knew he wouldn't stick around. He knew better than that."

Her mouth practically hit the floor at how unfazed Dean looked at the moment. He wasn't even the slightest bit flustered, in fact, there wasn't a sign of the intimate moment that they had just shared.

Which just made her feel like a fool as she had to stop herself form freaking out.

They had just kissed twice! And she was the one who started it! Why? Why did I go and do that? She yelled at herself as she stood there frozen in her spot, her eyes locked on the man that was just holding her in his arms.

What in the world possessed her to kiss him? What part of her thought that that was her best option? But then again, he did kiss her back. In fact, he was the one that came in for a second kiss.

NO! NO! NO! She shook her head at herself. There was nothing good about this. There was no reason she should be kissing Dean Ambrose. None. They had just met a month ago. She barely knew the guy. And yet she felt perfectly comfortable kissing him.

"Angel!" Roman voice hit her knocking her from her thoughts. "Are you coming?"

She looked to see that he and Dean were standing there waiting for her. "Yeah…" Her voice came out horse. "Yeah." She cleared her throat as she quickly made her way over towards them.

"I need a fucking drink." Roman sighed as they made their way down the hallway.

"That sounds great." Dean sighed as he started to pull at the tape on his wrist. "That sounds fucking great."

Roman let out a chuckle. "What about you, Babygirl? You coming with us?"

A drink sounded great. It sounded amazing after the night that she had had, but….she turned her head towards Dean and shook her head. "Not this time. I think I'm going to just go back to the hotel and go to bed." She said giving a fake yawn.

"Understandable." Roman nodded his head at her. "That's understandable."

She gave a small smile as the two men walked past her. She wasn't tired, not in the slightest in fact she was probably the most awake she had been in a few days and it was all that man's fault. Her eyes landed on the back of Dean's head.

By the time she got up to her hotel room, she was exhausted. Her brain and body were drained both physically and emotionally. She sluggishly walked into her room and fell onto her bed.

She never thought that the ride from the arena to the hotel would be so trying, but it was. She had to sit in a small car with Roman and Dean and pretend that her brain wasn't running wild about the kiss.

Which would have been easier if Roman didn't keep trying to bring her into the conversation that they were having. The conversation that she couldn't even remember. It was something about Seth texting him saying that on Friday he wanted to talk to them. But she wasn't really sure. All she knew was it got Dean going. The man almost broke the window of their rental care…and he was driving.

She smashed her face in the pillow and groaned as loudly as she possibly could. She didn't know what was worse, the fact that she couldn't get her mind off of the kiss or the fact that she was getting angry because it seemed like Dean wasn't bothered by the kiss.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself from the bed. She told herself that she wasn't going to just mop around and worry about a kiss. A warm, heart fluttering kiss. Stop! She yelled at herself as quickly made her way over to her things. She grabbed her pjs before getting into the bathroom to get ready to take a shower.

The whole time she forced herself to hum different songs, trying to stop herself from thinking. Which worked for most of the time, but by the time she got out and started to get dressed her mind was starting to go back to Dean. Though this time it was more about what was next when it came to their relationship.

After the drunk kiss, she had felt so awkward around Dean that it felt like they were back to square one, now….she wanted sure.

D.D.D.

A long exhale came from Dean as he laid down in his hotel room. Today was Hell…worse than Hell. Today was the seventh layer of Hell.

He still couldn't wrap his head around what happened. It almost felt like a dream, like he was remembering the events from someone else's eyes. When he closed his eyes, he could almost see himself leaning half dead against the ropes while Seth walked away from him.

His chest tightened as he through about it. Now that the blind rage was gone all that was left was a numbing pain. Ones of his best friends, his brother in arms, left him for dead and he didn't know why.

He knew that he wasn't the easiest person to work with. He was hardheaded, and he had a motherfucker of a temper. There was no doubt about that, but they knew that. They knew that since the start and yet they still became a team with him.

And when they became a team, they promised to have each other's back, and yet….

He shook his head as he felt his nails dig into the palms of his hands. He needed to cool off or he was liable to break something and then the hotel would yell at the WWE for it and in return the WWE would yell at them. Or more likely yell at Angel.

Angel…. Another sigh came from him as he thought of the small brunette woman who was occupying the half of his brain that wasn't seething about Seth. His emotions changed so fast that it almost made him dizzy as he thought back to what happened hours ago.

He could still feel her soft lips against his and the way her body pressed up against him. It was just like what he had dreamed of, but only better. NO! He let out a groan as he knew his arm over his eyes. He shouldn't be thinking that way about her. She was his teammate, his manager.

But then again, she was the one that kissed him first. Well if they didn't count the stupid drunken kiss that he couldn't even remember.

And what a kiss it was.

A knock on the door brought him from his thoughts. Drawing his brows together he looked up at the white door that sat at the far end of the small hallway. Who the hell was knocking on his door at one in the morning?

As the second set of knocking came, he groaned and threw himself out of his bed and made his way to the door. Without bothering to look in the peephole, he ripped open the door and gave a glare to whoever was on the other side. That was until he realized who it was. Standing there looking like a lost puppy was none other than the woman his mind was stuck on.

"Angel?"

"Hi." He sighed at how small her voice sounded.

"What's up?"

He watched as her demeanor changed almost instantly. Her face seemed grew red and she started to fiddle around. "Um, can we talk?"

He drew in a deep breath as he nodded his head and stepped out of her way. He knew right away what this was about. He already knew that this was going to happen, he just didn't think it would be this soon.

He closed the door before turning around to see her awkwardly standing there in the middle of the room. "You're allowed to sit down."

"Oh, thank you." She said as she stumbled her way towards the small table on the far side of the room and plopped herself down in the small wood chair.

He was amazed that somehow, she looked more uncomfortable sitting then she did standing. "You alright?"

"Yeah, sorry." She sighed. "I'm just really unsure of what to do right now."

Running his fingers through his hair, he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed across from her. "I don't know either." He hasn't known what to do since the first time he dreamed about kissing her. It was the whole reason he tried to ignore everything before.

"If neither of us knows what to do, then where does that leave us?" She looked up at him with those bright hazel eyes. She looked truly lost and it bothered him. He hated that he was part of what was bothering her this way.

"That leaves us sitting here in my hotel room, trying to figure out what to do." He tried to lighten the mood.

A small smile appeared on her face. "Well you're not wrong." The smile quickly fell and he sighed.

"Angel, why did you kiss me?"

He watched as the wheels turned in her head. "I uh, I wanted to get your mind off of Seth and didn't know what to do, so I did the first thing that popped into my head." Her face went bright red. "I remembered how my mind went blank after you kissed me last week. So I thought….maybe…just maybe it would do the same for you."

She glanced up at him like she was trying to see if she gave the right answer. He nodded his head for her. He expected about the same, her answer was very Angel-ish. Very her. Though it left him wondering about that drunken kiss again. The damn kiss he couldn't remember.

"Why did you kiss me?" She turned the tables on him.

Why did I kiss you? "Because I wanted to." The words flew from his mouth before he even realized what he said. No turning back now.

"You wanted to?"

"Yeah." His chest tightened as Angel just sat there. He felt bare and open and he didn't like it. What was she thinking?

A.A.A

He wanted to. He wanted to kiss me. Her heart was sent racing. She couldn't believe what she just heard come out of the man in front of her. 'Because I wanted to.' She was not prepared for that kind of an answer, and she wasn't prepared for the way that it made her feel.

Every inch of her tingled, the beetterflies were swarming in her stomach and she felt like she was spinning around in circles.

"Angel?"

She blinked and looking at Dean, those blue were locked on her like they were searching for something. Probably whatever her answer was going to be. "I'm not sure what to do or say." She shook her head. "This is happening so fast, we've only known each other for a month."

She heard him inhale sharply as he leaned backwards and nodded his head. "You're right." He brought his hand up and rubbed his collar. "This is happening really fast. Though I have to admit I'm no stranger to hooking up with girl's I've just met."

Confusion hit her as her heart seemed to sink slightly. She didn't know why she felt almost disappointed; though it wasn't at him. She just felt disappointed.

"For me what's happening really fast is this attachment,"

The word attachment hit her like a ton of bricks as it came from Dean's mouth. "Attachment?"

He gave a little snicker. "I'm sure you realized that I don't get along with others." She did, she knew this firsthand. "It takes me a really long time to trust people. In fact, it took me about a year before I trusted Roman and…"

She watched as his hands clenched in his lap, his knuckles turning white almost instantly. "Dean?"

He seemed to clear his head. "It took me almost a year before I trusted Roman and Seth enough to form the Shield with them." He sounded like it hurt him to say the words. "Yet." His hands relax and he turned his attention back to her. "As you said we've only known each other for a month and somehow in this short amount of time you've become as important to me as they are."

Her mouth dropped open and her racing heart felt like it stopped dead in her chest. She was important to him? She knew that their relationship had grown and that he finally started to see her as a teammate, but she was didn't think that she was important to him. And to be told that she was just as important to him as Seth and Roman…that just added another layer. One that made her want to cry.

Tears started to well up in her eyes. "I'm that important to you?"

"Yeah." He pursed his lips. "You are. Though what's sad is I didn't realize it until today." He looked down at his hands that were sitting in his lap. "But I guess when one person that you care about hurts you, you start to think about all the other people who could do that same thing."

She watched as his demeanor once again changed. It was a snap of the fingers and the man went from calm and open to shut down and angry. When she saw his eyes darken and his jaw lock, she knew right away that he was think about Seth.

"Hey now." She reached up and placed a hand on his arm. "You're going to work yourself up again."

Dean gave a shake of his head as he glanced up at her through his bangs. "You should know by now that I'm always worked up."

She couldn't argue with the man, he was worked up most of the time, but this was different. "What are you the Hulk?" She felt better when she saw the small smirk on his face at her joke.

"I mean I get stronger the angrier I get, but I don't turn green."

"Well that's good." She chuckled. "Green's not really your color. You're more of a red or black kind of guy."

Dean nodded his head but didn't look up from his hands. He didn't look angry anymore, but she could tell that he was far from over what was on his mind. Seemingly out of nowhere the man stood up and gave his neck a crack. "To answer your question about what we should do. I think we should just let the chips fall where they may." He said towering over her.

"Let the chips fall where they may." Her chest fluttered as she cranked her head to look up at him.

"Unless you don't want to."

"It's not that I don't want to." She quickly stood up, blushing at how eager she sounded. "It's not that. I'm just…" She bit her lip.

"Like I said, let the chips fall where they may. No worries. No regrets."

Taking a deep breath, she nodded her head. "Let the chips fall where they may."

Brookeworm3: We'll have to see what happens when we get there. But I'm glad that you enjoyed the chapter.

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Labinnacslove: She is standing up for herself, and i hope you liked how Angel and Dean spent their alone time!