Chapter Forty One! Let's get it on! Hope you enjoy!
Main Event: March 11, 2014
Edited: 8/18/19
Chapter Forty One
Sierra. Hotel. India. Echo. Lima. Delta. Shield.
The Shield's theme song played loud and clear and the two guards that were standing with them open the door to the top entrance. Without missing a beat, Angel quickly followed after Dean who was booking it through the doors and down the stairs.
He was more than ready to go. In fact, while they stood there and waited for the theme song to start playing, he could barely stand still. Which might be normal for Dean, but this was something else. Though as soon as they lined up, his mood seemed to flip. He went from hyped up and ready for his match to something she could only compare to a rabid god: Growling, pace and twitching.
Her eyes were locked on the man in front of her as he threw shallow punches in the air, making sure to avoid the hands of the fans that were popping out to touch him. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, his pace picked up and he vaulted over the barricade like always, before rushing over to the steel steps which he gave a smack before heading up to onto the apron. It worried her how aggressive he was being, though she was surprised at all.
"Here." Seth tapped her on the shoulder as she got up to the barricade. She turned back just in time to see him maneuver himself so that he was lunging out just like Dean would normally do for her.
"Thanks." She smiled down at him as she used his leg as a step to get up and over the barricade. By the time she made it over, Dean was already in the ring; pacing around and mumbling to himself.
Quickly, she made her way up the steel steps and under the ropes, where she was greeted by an almost seething Dean Ambrose as he made his rounds. Even over the blaring music and the cheering crowd she could heard the shallow breathes that was coming from the man.
"Don't work yourself up, too much." She warned him as she followed his erratic path.
"Too late for that." Seth chuckled as he joined her in the middle of the ring. "Way too late for that." He turned towards Dean who was still pacing. "This is all you." He gave Dean a smack on the chest. "All you."
Dean turned around and put his hand out for a high five which Seth gladly returned. He then turned towards Roman for the same thing, before he started making laps. She bit her lip as he seemed to get worked up to the to the point that he was smacking himself and twitching about while Seth and Roman called out encouragements.
"Alright man, this is your time. Not Mark Henry's, not Kane's." Roman said as Dean made his way over to the rope and gave it a smack. "This…" He pointed down to the mat. "This is your yard right now. Show them that."
"It doesn't matter what everyone else thinks." Seth told him. "You got this."
Dean nodded as he turned towards the stage. "Son of a bitch, get your ass out here…"
After a few moments of grumbling at the empty stage, Dean turned around and their eyes locked. She gave him a smile and clapped the man on the arm as he walked past. "Remember not a doubt in my mind."
He glanced down at her and let out a smirk. "Not a doubt?"
Someone is going to get their ass kicked, someone is going to get their wig split.
The crowd cheered as Mark Henry came out from the backstage already smirking like he had already won the match.
Just like the first time Dean and Mark Henry squared off for the belt, Dean stood there not taking his eyes off the man as he made his way down the ramp and towards the ring.
Her own heart started to race as Dean seemed to just get even more irate, he spat words that she could even make out if they were real or not. She started to wonder if Dean had his head in the game or if he was just letting himself go. Because this wasn't the time to just go wild.
Mark Henry took his time getting into the ring but as soon as he did Dean fell into order with Seth and Roman, so that they were standing shoulder to shoulder to shoulder, with her slightly behind them.
The bell rang, and the ring announcer Tony Chimel stepped into the middle of the ring. "The following match is scheduled for a one fall and it is for the United States Championship." The crowd went loud as Tony announced Mark Henry.
She reached forward and placed a hand on Dean's back as he unbuckled the belt from around his waist.
"And his opponent, he's a member of the Shield. Weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds. He is the United States Champion, Dean Ambrose."
Dean lifted the belt high into the air as a mix view of boos and cheers echoed through the arena. Though as the ref tried to take the belt from Dean, he didn't seem to want to let the man. Stepping backwards as he told Mark Henry how 'the belt was his and it was going to stay that way'.
"Let's go." Roman said as he nodded back towards the ropes.
"Good luck!" She called as she ducked through the ropes and down off the apron.
Dean just glared at Mark Henry as he circled around the man. The bell rang for the match to begin. Man, she thought he looked like a rabid dog before, it was like he was a wolf circling his prey. She hoped that he could keep control enough to be able to stay in the match.
Quickly Dean took off and locked up with Mark Henry, though instead of the man throwing him like he did during their last match; Mark Henry kneed Dean right in the thigh.
Dean groaned loudly as he stumbled to the ropes holding his leg. Come on Dean.
D.D.D
Motherfucker. Dean swore as he rubbed his sore leg and glared up at the man in the ring with him. Mark Henry was toying with him and he knew it. Judging by the smirk on his face, the man didn't even think that he had a chance again him.
Pushing himself up onto both feet, Dewan started to circle the man again. You're about to join the long line of people who have underestimated me. "Is that all you got?" He egged on as he came back in, but just as Mark Henry was going to meet him for a lock up, he ducked under his arm and grabbed the man around the waist.
The hold didn't last long as he hoped as Mark Henry just pried his hands off, turned around and picked him up with ease. Dean cursed as he felt himself being turned upside down for a Bodyslam. Pain ran up his back as he hit the mat.
Shit. He grabbed at his aching back. The match just started… and he already needed to get away from his opponent.
Not wasting anytime, he quickly rolled under the ropes and onto the floor next to Seth who had apparently made his way around the backside of the ring.
Rubbing his back, he paced back and forth trying to come up with a game plan as Seth and Roman tried to throw advice at him. And as much as he appreciated that his brothers were standing in his corner, he wasn't paying any attention to them.
He turned back towards the ring and locked his eyes on the Mark Henry who was waiting for him to come back. The man had that fucking smirk on his face and it was starting to get on his nerves.
"Get him back." Dean yelled at the ref as he made his way over towards the far steel steps. How the hell am I going to beat a man the size of King Kong?
A.A.A.
Angel's eyes widened as Mark Henry threw Dean into the ring, by the head. This match was already going the way she feared. Mark Henry was man handling Dean with no regard at all. It was like Dean was a rag doll the way he worked him.
"Come on Dean!' She cheered as Mark Henry started to punish his left arm, by wrapping around the ropes. She knew that he was giving him pay back for what he did to Mark's arm when it was still hurt.
"Get off the ropes!" The Ref yelled. "One. Two…" The ref didn't have to get to three because Mark Henry let him go.
Quickly, Dean stumbled his way across the ring holding his left arm, but Mark Henry didn't let him get far. He stalked right behind him, waiting for him to stop. When finally Mark Henry caught him again, Dean tried to fight the man off but he was able to get the upper hand and hit him with a headbutt to the back of head.
She could hear Dean groan as he dropped to all four. And as much as she pleaded for Dean to get out of there, Mark Henry didn't let that happen. He reached down and grabbed Dean's left arm again, holding it up in the air before giving it a kick. He then ripped Dean from the mat and threw him towards the corner next to her.
Her eyes widened as Dean came up and over the top rope. "Angel!"
Jumping backwards, she gasped as Dean slammed into the ground right in front of her, did a flip and landed onto his stomach. "Oh my god!" She screamed as she knelt to check on him.
She heard him grit through his teeth as he tired his hardest to push himself up.
"Are you ok?"
His eyes landed on her. "Yeah I'm…" His eyes snapped upwards before he suddenly used his free arm, to grab her and whip her around behind him. The sudden movement made her stumble but when she caught herself, her eyes landed on Mark Henry who had gotten out of the ring and was making his way towards them.
She took another step back and cringed as Mark Henry grabbed Dean by the back of the head and tossed him back into the ring. However, he didn't move after that, he just stood there looking between her, Seth, and Roman with a smirk on his face. Snickering and giving his head a shake, Mark Henry turned back towards the ring and climbed his way back onto the apron.
As he stepped over the bottom two ropes, Dean came out of nowhere and drop kicked the man right in the knee knocking him down onto the floor in front of her.
"That's what I'm talking about!" Seth called as he clapped his hands, still staying far away from Mark Henry. She knew that Seth and Roman were doing everything they could not to interfere with the match.
Her eyes looked from the man that was laying on the ground in front of her cradling his knee to Dean who was pacing in the ring. Once again, he seemed to change right in front of her eyes. The rabid dog was gone. His movements were less chaotic and more like he was in a zone as he climbed out onto the apron.
Those sharp blue eyes landed on her and he gesture for her to move. To which Seth came over and grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her back. Her eyes widened as Dean jumped from the steel steps onto Mark Henry's back with both knees.
"There you go!" Seth called again.
"That's what I'm talking about." Dean yelled loudly as he got right back onto his feet.
"That was beautiful." Seth smirked. "Wasn't it beautiful?"
She chuckled at Seth's excitement. "It was something."
As Mark Henry rolled on the ground, trying to get to his feet. Dean walked around the man and gave Seth a high five. "That's what I'm talking about man." He smirked. "Keep it up."
Dean stuck out his tongue and nodded as he turned back towards Mark Henry; how he got back into the ring just before the ref was going to count him out.
When both of them were back in the ring, Mark Henry was able to land a good hit to Dean's stomach but Dean just flinched it off and stayed in control.
He attacked Mark Henry's left leg again, knocking he man down to the mat, before jumping on his back and using himself as a wedge to put torque on it.
"Come on boss, make it happen." Seth said as he made his way back over to the apron. "You got this."
She watched as pain built in Mark Henry's eyes. She couldn't help but feel bad as Dean wretched even harder on the man's leg. Just when she thought that Dean was going to break the leg, he changed the hold. Still hanging onto it, he slowly stood up before wrapping his own leg around so that their legs were intertwined with each other.
Just when she was about to ask Seth what the man was doing, Dean threw his own body onto the mat and Mark Henry let out a terrible scream. Now she thought he really was trying to break the man's leg.
Still not letting go of the Mark Henry's leg, Dean stood up, rolled the man over and hit him with an arm drop. He then turned back to making the man tap out again and wrapped himself around that poor leg.
"Do it!" Dean yelled as the ref asked Mark Henry if he wanted to quit.
"Tap." Seth sighed. "Just tap out." He taunted.
She shook her head as she glanced over at both Roman and Seth, who had amused looks on their faces, like they were loving everything that Dean was doing. Which knowing just how ruthless the boy could be, they probably were.
In the ring, Dean kept abusing the man's leg. First, he knelt on it but when Mark Henry used his strength to push him off, he turned around and stomped down on it with an almost sickly-sweet smirk appeared on his face.
After that, he made his way up onto the ropes. "Come on." He growled as he watched Mark Henry with laser focus.
Slowly, Mark Henry made his way up to his hands and knees.
Dean gave a roll of his shoulder before sticking his arm out and pointing toward the man. Angel cocked her head as she waited for whatever the man was going to do. Dean leaped off the ropes and smashed his own shoulder into Mark Henry's knee.
Her eyes widened as he rolled through the hit and got right back on his feet. The hit didn't even seem to register on Dean's face as he stalked back over to Mark Henry. Placing the same leg that he had been targeting on the mat, he stood up and landed yet another arm drop on it.
"Finish him." Roman called, making her jump.
She turned towards the two men next to her and the looks on their face said that both Roman and Seth seem very confident that Dean had this in the bag; and it really did seem like it. As much as she wanted to believe hundred percent that he was going to win, she knew that anything can happen, and that Mark Henry still wasn't out of the match until the very end.
Feeling bad about the doubt that hit her after she told him she didn't have a doubt in her mind, she gave her head a shake. "Get him Dean!" She screamed as she smacked the apron. As she cheered him on, Mark Henry kicked him away again.
But like the rabid dog that he was, Dean didn't stop the attack. He quickly made his way over to the corner across the way, not talking his eyes off Mark Henry as he hopped back up onto the middle rope. Sizing up the mean who was trying to get to his feet, Dean jumped and rammed his shoulder once again into the back of Mark Henry's knee.
"He's got this."
"I see that."
"He is so much better than the first time."
Seth and Roman talked about their best bud while Dean fought the bigger man to his stomach. It looked to be a struggle to get him down, but when he did, Dean put Mark Henry into a half Boston Crab.
"There you go!" Seth and Roman cheered when Dean finally got the move set in.
A yell came from the Mark Henry as Dean deepened the move to the point that he was practically sitting on the man's back.
As his brothers shouted encouragement at him, Angel watched a smirk appeared on Dean's face as he turned his attention toward them.
"You got him!" Roman clapped his hands.
However, Dean became over cocky as he showed off to his brothers and that cockiness got the better of him as Mark Henry was able to crawl his way towards the ropes, forcing Dean to have to break the hold.
"Get off him now!" The ref pulled Dean off Mark Henry's leg.
"Come on Mark!" Dean mocked the man that was holding his leg. "Come on."
She cringed as Dean gave a kick to Mark Henry's back knocking him back down to the ground, though her feeling got mixed as she gave a cheer.
"You alright there Babygirl?" Roman asked as he laughed at her reaction.
She looked up at the big man and sighed. "I'm fine. Just really into the match."
"I can tell."
A cheer echoed from the crowd making both of them turn back to the match. She cocked her head as she saw Dean roll out of the ring. What on Earth? She questioned as watched Dean pull Mark Henry towards the apron. He raised his hand high in the air and gave the man a huge chop on the chest before grabbing him around the neck.
Suddenly a burst of anger came from the man and Dean started hitting him again and again and again. He only let the man go after the ref started to yell at him to let him go or he would DQ him.
Dean seemed to rip himself away from the attack and stumble around the outside of the ring while Mark Henry was being checked over by the ref.
Dean made his way into the ring and quickly hit Mark Henry with an erratic arm drop. Dean went for a cover only to be thrown off and across the ring.
Wow. She was surprised that Mark Henry still had the energy to throw Dean like that. As Dean got back up and kicked the man in the back of the leg, Angel realized that though it was a fancy way to break cover, it didn't get the man very far.
Dean went back in on the leg; slamming it against the mat before stomping on it. He then jumped back up on the ropes once again, looking as if he was going to drive his shoulder into the back of Mark Henry's knee again, but Mark Henry got up and grabbed Dean who was standing up on the second rope.
"No." She gasped as Dean went flying across the ring landing on his hip. Fear stuck her as she watched his face twist up in pain as he tried to get off of said hip.
"Get up man."
"You got him where you want him, don't let up." Seth and Roman yelled as Dean struggled to get up.
When he finally got to his feet, he instantly put his fists up like it was instincts for him. And she was pretty sure that it was. Though when he to throw the punch, Mark caught it and hit Dean with one of his own; knocking him right down to the mat.
As soon as his back hit the mat, Dean was somehow able to get back to his feet, quicker then she though was humanly possible. This time he met Mark Henry in the middle only to be smashed back down with a clothesline and then another.
D.D.D
Groaning, he gave his jaw a crack. That hurt. Slowly he got up to his feet, although as soon was up, Mark Henry was there to meet him. And before he knew it, he was up in the air on Mark Henry's shoulders.
As he was crunched against the rock that Mark Henry called a shoulder, he could hear Seth, Roman, and Angel screaming for him to get down. Nah, I thought I'll just rest up here. He sighed to himself. However, before he was able to get out of the hold, he felt his body fall forward and smash into the mat. Pain ricocheted up his back and through every muscle in his body. Damn.
His head started to ring as he felt the heavy weight over him.
"One…." He felt the mat move slightly. "Two…"
"Kick out!"
Mustering everything that he could he forced his body up and was able to get his shoulder up. He just hoped that it was before the count of three. He looked up at the ref out of the corner of his eyes and either the man was holding up two fingers or four…
Since he didn't hear the bell to end the match and Roman and Seth didn't run into the ring and attack Mark Henry, he was ninety nine percent sure that he had been able to kick out.
Rolling over he tried to get to his feet only to come face to face with Mark Henry again. "Hey, you're kind of fast for a big guy." He joked as Mark grabbed him on the head. "or I'm getting slower."
A huge blow came to the top of his head, making his vision go black for a moment and knocking him right back down. Giving a shake of his head, Dean climbed to his hands and knees, only for something hit him again on the head.
Looking up at the lights, Dean felt his own leg get picked up as something heavy laid on him. Another cover. He didn't think he had the strength to kick out this time.
"Dean the ropes." He heard Angel yell through the ringing in his head.
Ropes? He glanced up out of the corner of his eye to see that the ropes were within reach. Gathering up some strength, he picked up his free leg and draped it over the bottom ropes.
"Ref! Ref! The rope. The rope." He heard Seth call as the counting stopped.
Thank you, Seth. He took the moment to breath.
"That's a smart move. Smart move." Seth cheered.
Almost instantly the cheering stopped, and Dean could hear Roman telling someone to get back. Rolling over on his stomach, he noticed that Mark Henry had gotten out of the rhign and was stalking up to Roman and Seth who were standing in front of Angel.
Though instantly the cheering stopped, and he heard Roman telling at Mark Henry to get back.
"She didn't do anything." Seth yelled at the man. "You pay attention to him. She didn't do anything."
Is he going after Angel? Dean questioned as he shook his head out again, making sure to keep an eye on Mark Henry. Mark turned like he was going to make his way back into the ring, only to turn around and smash Seth across the face.
A.A.A
"Seth! Are you ok?" Angel ran up towards Seth who was laying on the floor.
He rolled over so that he was leaning against the barricade and sighed. "Yeah I'm fine." He rubbed his face, where Mark Henry just punched him.
Sounds of the match starting up again drew her attention from the man she was trying to help up to his feet, to the ring where Dean had gotten to his feet and was going to town on Mark Henry who was still trying to get into the ring.
At first, she thought Dean was back in control of the match that was until Mark Henry sent him across the ring with one hand. Dean rolled through the toss and got back to his feet only to rush back towards the fray and run face first into Mark Henry's boot.
She gasped as Dean hit the mat and almost flipping over himself from the impact. This was it. She thought. This was the end of the match. Though much to her surprise Mark didn't cover; no he grabbed Dean by the arm and dragged him over towards the corner of the ring.
"Oh god!" She cried as Mark Henry climbed up to the second rope with Dean underneath him. She didn't want to know what was going through the World's Strongest Man's head right now.
When she was about to accept the fact that the match was going to be over and that Dean was going to need medical treatment, Roman stepped up and made his way up the steel steps, yelling at Mark Henry to get down.
All while out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dean rolling out from the corner of the ring and get up to his feet. As Roman yelled at Mark Henry and the ref yelled at Roman, Dean snuck up behind Mark Henry and grabbed his legs. Giving the man a good tug, Dean was able to pull Mark Henry off the ropes; smashing him face first onto the mat.
She noticed that Dean didn't look so good as he hung onto the ropes to keep his footing. This match had taken a lot out of the man. He was holding his left arm against his side and he was groaning with each step he took. But he didn't stop. He ran up to Mark Henry who was kneeling in the middle of the ring and grabbed the man around the head before planting him down with a strange but effective DDT.
After using what looked like what was left of his might, Dean flipped the man and went for the cover.
"Come on, come on." She pleaded as the ref started to count.
"One. Two. Three." Ding. Ding. Ding.
Dean had done it! She gave a yell as she jumped up and down. Dean had beat Mark Henry to keep his US title!
Quickly, she followed Roman into the ring and clapped her hands as both Seth and Roman helped Dean to his feet.
A spike of pride when through her as the ref raised Dean's arm up in the air as he held the title over his head in victory.
"That's how it's done!" She said as he gave the man a pat on the shoulder.
"Yes!" Dean cheered for himself as he showed off the title, only to crouch down in the middle of the ring with title in his hand. "You did good man." Roman said as Dean gave a kiss of the gold.
Dean nodded his head. "Thank you." His eyes went from Seth to Roman and then to her. "Thank you." Her eyes widened at the low and serious tone to his voice.
"Come on, let's give them what they want and then we can get out of here." Seth said as he stepped up next to Roman, like it was second nature the boys fell into their spots and put their fists out in the signature Shield fist bump that made her smile.
After this, she was truly sure that they boys were back on the same page and it almost made her happier than the fact that Dean won. "That's how you do it." She cheered as she jumped down.
…
"Time to celebrate!" Seth's voice echoed as he slammed open the locker room door. "Drinks all around." He laughed as he still held the back of his head.
Angel couldn't help but laugh at the man as she turned towards Roman and Dean who were pumping each other up still.
"And still United States Champion…" Seth clapped as he plopped down at the table. "…Dean Ambrose!"
"Guess even the world's strongest man can handle the Shield." Dean smirked as Roman messed up his hair.
She shook her head at the three men who were celebrating. Just moments ago, they had been watching Dean barley be able to get up on his own but now they were prancing around the room like they owned it. Throwing things, shouting and yelling.
"You're coming with us, right?" Roman asked her as he made his over to her.
"Where?" She raised an eyebrow at the man.
"We're going to celebrate and you're going to join us."
"Celebrating?"
"Yeah, you think we're not going to celebrate Dean's win and your interview?" Roman shook his head at her, as she looked around to see both Dean and Seth were also waiting for her answer.
"I guess I can have a drink." She laughed.
Roman gave a nod of an approval and slapped on the shoulder. "Attagirl."
Smiling up at him, she leaned back in her chair. The pressures of today were over and down with and she couldn't be happier about that. Her interview was done, and Dean's match went better then she had thought. Which that was a blessing all together.
Taking a deep breath, her eyes ran over to Dean and she almost dropped the water that she was holding. She couldn't believe her eyes. Dean was standing there with his shirt off and his belt undone just enough that she could see the waistband of his boxers.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to pull her eyes from the man in front of her but talking to Michael Cole seemed easier. She had seen him shirtless before but never like this. It was like she was looking at him in hyper detail.
She had never noticed just how golden his skin was. She knew the words sun-kissed was something that was used in a lot of romance novels, but it fit so well. It was like she could feel the warmth coming from his skin just by looking at him.
As he moved, she could see almost every muscle in his body flex and twitch as the lights of the locker room reflected off his still slick skin. She couldn't help but traced every inch of his exposed body. That's when she noticed the red patches and bruises that were scattered around him.
On most they might have seemed blemishes. Though on him, those markings on his warm skin just made him seem more attractive. Which she wasn't sure how it was possible.
How on Earth was this the man that had kissed her? Her brain couldn't process that. She couldn't believe that this was the same man that had warmed her to her core.
"Well done!" A deep voice came from behind her and knocked her from her daze.
Heat rushed to her face as she realized what she was doing. She was ogling Dean Ambrose. In public, in the WWE locker room. She prayed that no one noticed.
"Kane." Dean sneered.
Kane? She turned slowly around to see the Director of Operations standing there in the door of the locker room with the normal smirk on his face.
"I want to congratulate you, Dean…on behalf of the Authority for your win tonight."
Dean crossed his arms over his chest. "So, did I pass your test?"
The smirk on Kane's face grew, though he didn't answer Dean, he just turned around and started out of the room. "I'll see you Friday." And just like that Kane left.
"Fuck him." Dean growled as he threw his arms out and started to pace around the room.
"Hey, don't let him ruin the moment." Roman quickly made his way over to Dean and gave him a pat on the stomach. "Don't let him take away your night."
Dean gave a nod at his head, but she could see his lip curled up into a snarl and her heart gave a small flutter. What are you doing! She gave herself an internal scream.
"You alight?" Her head snapped over to Roman who was now looking at her.
"Huh? Yeah I'm fine."
"You sure? You seem a little flush." He gestured to his own face.
"I'm probably a little over heated from the lights." She lied. "I'll be fine."
As Roman stared down at her, she realized that he was seeing right through her. Taking a deep breath, she turned towards Seth and Dean; who had thankfully put on a shirt.
"You guys ready?" She asked hoping to get Roman off her trail. The last thing she wanted was for Roman to realize that she was 'flush' from staring at Dean's body.
D.D.D
"Wow, save some for the fishes." Seth laughed as he placed a hand on Angel's shoulder, who was downing her drink. "It's not a race to see who can get shitfaced first."
She put her drink down and gave a small chuckle. "Sorry." She sighed. "I'm drinking away the stress of today."
"Understandable." Roman smirked. "But we got all night."
Dean watched as Angel played with her glass, running her finger around the rim. She was looking around the bar, her eyes landing on everything but him. It was like she was actively avoiding looking at him and she's been like this ever since the end of this match. In fact, the one time her eyes did land on him, her entire body seemed to tense before she quickly turned to her glass and took a long swig.
"Oh!" A gasp coming from said girl took him back slightly as she quickly turned around on her stool. "They have a pool table." She exclaimed pointing at one of the two pool tables that sat a bit away from them. "I used to love playing pool."
"You played pool?" Seth raised an eyebrow at her.
She nodded her head. "Yeah, my uncle had a table, so anytime we had a family gathering we would hold a tournament." She smiled as she started to play with her glass again.
After what look like she built up her courage she jumped down off her seat and sauntered back towards the pool table. "Anyone wanna play?" She asked as she almost ran into one of the standing tables.
Shaking his head at her, he turned towards Seth and Roman to see that they were doing the same thing. None of them knew what to do with a tipsy Angel. The few times that they went drinking, she made sure to only have one drink so that she was the soberest out of the four of them. That way she could make sure everyone got back to the hotel in one piece. But this time, she had most certainly let loose and he wasn't sure if it was just because the stressful day.
He let a sigh out as he looked at the eager look on her face. "Yeah, I'll play." Her eyes lit up as she practically skipped over to the closest table.
"You're going to go easy on her, right?" Roman laughed as the three of them grabbed their things and made their way over to the table where Angel was already racking the balls.
Nodding his head, he let out yet another sigh. "Of course."
After claiming a table near the pool table, Dean turned back around and watched as Angel meticulously placed each ball into the triangle. "At least she knows how to rack." That was a good sign.
After she rolled the balls a few times, she looked up with a huge smile on her face that made her look two steps away from a child. "So, do you play?"
"You could say that." He smirked. "Let's just say that wrestling isn't the only way I can make money." He said as a chuckle came from Seth and Roman.
After giving a small laugh herself, Angel walked over to the wall where the pool cues where and grabbed one that was about the right size for her. A little longer than he would have picked, but it was her choice.
"You can break." He told her as he picked out his cue.
"Alright." She made her way over to the end of the table, which came up to her upper stomach. As she set up for the shot, he had to stop himself from laughing, she looked like a small child trying to climb up on the dining room table.
"Hey, don't think too much about it, if the shot is bad, I'm sure that Dean will let you redo it." Seth told her as she adjusted her stance again.
She glanced up at him. "Oh, he doesn't have to do that." She shifted again. "I just have to get back into the rhythm, it's been while…" Just when he thought she was going to give up, she hit the cue ball, sending it smashing into the rest of the balls.
His eyes widened as he watched the triangle of balls scatter around the table. The sounds of two different balls being pocketed echoed as Angel stood up. "Looks like I'm…" She walked over to the two pockets that the balls went into. "Looks like I'm solids."
"Yeah, looks like it." He said almost absent mindedly as he watched her walk around the table, take a small amount of time to line up the shot, before sinking yet another ball.
"Maybe we should tell her to go easy on you." Roman chuckled as he clapped him on the shoulder.
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"Eight ball, corner pocket." Angel called as she pointed across the table to the pocket that she picked. Dean nodded his head as she lined up the shot. She had it, there was no way that she was going to miss unless she completely fucked up. He watched as she lined up the shot, taking a deep breath she sunk the thing right into the corner pocket, and with that she won.
"Holy shit! Babygirl, you weren't kidding when you said that you use to play all the time." Roman ran over to her and gave her a high five. "Good job."
A huge smile came to her face as she turned towards her. "Thanks." She said hugging her cue stick. Looking almost bashful as both Seth and Roman praised her.
Suddenly a strange feeling started to bubble in his stomach as he stood across the table from the three of them. And he didn't like it.
"Rack them." He called out making everyone turn and look at him.
"What?" Angel cocked her head as she looked at him.
Shit. He wasn't meant to feel better now that her attention was on him. He didn't want to know that the sickening feeling was due to her. That just meant that he knew what he was feeling, though he would never admit it.
Gritting his teeth, he quickly grabbed his drink off the table and took a swig. "One more game." He grunted as he let the burn of his drink run down the back of his throat.
"Sounds like Dean is being a sore loser." Seth laughed as he slung his arm around her shoulder.
I'm being a sore loser alright. He sighed at himself. "I wanna see how she stands up against me playing at hundred percent."
"That wasn't hundred percent?" Angel's eyes widened as she racked up the balls on the table. "Well I'm scared now." She laughed.
"Well if you're going to play again, let's make this interesting." Seth smirked. "Twenty on Angel."
"Alright, I'll bite." Roman agreed. "Twenty on Dean."
"Hey!" Angel gave a slight whine.
"What?" Seth asked rummaging in his pocket. "You two wanna join in and make things more interesting?"
As Angel stood there baffled over what was going on, he stepped forward and placed a twenty onto the small pile that Seth and Roman made. "I'm in."
Her eyes flickered over to him and she gave a pout. "Oh fine." She sighed as she pulled out her wallet out and. "I'm in too."
"Alright."
A.A.A
"Eight ball middle pocket." Dean grunted as he leaned against the side of the table. Which made her sigh as she watched Dean give the most effortless thrust his cue. The cue ball rolled with purpose over to the eight ball, passing all three of her balls that were still on the table before smacking into the eight ball and sending it right into the pocket that he had called.
Taking a deep breath, she gave a little clap as Roman met Dean at the end of the table with the eighty bucks in his hands. "Here you go man." He passed Dean his share of the money.
Shaking her head, she turned away from the celebrating duo towards Seth. "Sorry."
"Don't be sorry." He shook his head as he pressed his lips together. "We'll get them next time."
"Yeah, we will." She gave a chuckle as she put back her cue stick. Though as she placed her cue up onto the wall rack, her eyes made their way over to the pool table where her three balls sat. It was a close match, closer than she expected it to be after Dean said that he was going to give her hundred percent this time. Then she had to go and scratch the cue ball which gave Dean the ability to take the game and run with it. The only thing that could make matters worse was the reason she scratched.
Her eyes traveled over the table and over to Dean who was at the standing table finishing his drink and she wanted to hit herself for the way she was acting.
At one point during the game, Dean had wiped his face, using his shirt; which gave her a nice view of his abs. And it if wasn't for what happened earlier in the locker, she probably wouldn't even had noticed; but because she was now apparently so hyper sensitive to Dean, it distracted her enough that she forgot what she was doing and gave a wonky thrust of the cue and ending up sending the wrong ball into the pocket.
"Want another drink?" Roman asked as she made her way around the pool table.
"Nah." She shook her head. "I think I'm done for the night." She yawned. She had already drunk more than she was planning on and let herself go more than she was comfortable with, she didn't need another drink on top of it. "I think I'm going to hit the bathroom and head back to the hotel."
"Aw." Seth cried out before throwing his arm over his shoulder. "You don't have to leave just because you lost." He picked.
She rolled her shoulder so that Seth's arm fell off her. "Hey, I'm just tired. I didn't get much sleep because I was too worried about my interview today."
He chuckled slightly as he nodded his head. "Alright, you're allowed to be a party pooper this time."
She raised an eyebrow. "You guys can stay out all night if you want, you have nothing to do tomorrow. But me, I need to hit the sack, I'm wiped out."
DT610: I'm glad that you're liking the slow burn. It does feel like longer because of how much has happened. Thank you for your review, I hope you liked this chapter.
Skovko: It's not really because he claustrophobic, it's more like he's not use to getting close to others, he'll get better as he gets closer to Angel. Crashing computers suck. Lol
Brookeworm3: Change is really scary. And are you sure it's going to be Angel kissing Dean next? or Dean kissing Angel? Lol I hope you liked this chapter as well
Canadice: Feeding you more! Lol. Sorry that the slow burn is killing you. Don't worry it's killing me too. I have so much planned for these two.
Labinnacslove: Oh don't worry, Angel will see that Dean wants her soon.