Chapter Forty Two! Woot! I hope you enjoy this chapter! We're slowly getting somewhere!

Main Event: March 11, 2014/ Smackdown: March 14, 2014

Edited: 8/18/19

Chapter Forty Two

Angel let out a yawn as she pulled open the heavy bathroom door. Today was such a trying day; between her interview, Dean's match, and the fact that she was still kicking herself over ogling Dean, she was exhausted. It was time to go back to the hotel, have a nice long shower and go to bed.

"Hey." She looked up to see Dean walking down the small hallway between the bathrooms and the bar.

"Hey." She tried to give him a small smile but the closer he got the more she realized that the hallway was made for one and a half people at a time.

"Let me take a piss and we'll head out." he said stopping dead in front of her.

"We?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," He nodded. "I'm going to walk you back."

Blinking, she shook her head at him. "You don't have to do that."

"I kind of do." He chuckled. "If I don't Seth and Roman will kill me."

She let out a sigh. She understood that the boys were worried about her having a run in with Bray Wyatt especially after what happened at Elimination Chamber, but this was getting out of hand. "I'll be fine, I don't think I'll run into Bray on the way back to the hotel."

Dean's brows drew together, and he cocked his head slightly. "This isn't about Bray." He shifted his stance. "It's late and we just want to make sure you get back to the hotel."

"Oh, well I'll be fine. It's only a short walk."

Dean shook his head. "Angel, it's dark and we're on the road, not to mention that you've had a few drinks. You're not going back alone." He said with hard tone that made a tingle go down her spine. "So, go wait with Seth and Roman while I take a leak."

There was no arguing with Dean as he pushed passed her and made his way into the bathroom. Letting out yet another sigh, she made her way out into the bar to see Seth and Roman had confiscated another table and that both of them had two new drinks.

"Did Dean tell you he's walking you back?" Roman asked munching on a handful of nuts.

She nodded her head. "Yeah, he did, but you guys know that I'm a big girl and I can walk back by myself? I mean it's sweet that you…"

"Babygirl, I wouldn't let my daughter walk alone, I'm not letting you."

"Jojo is five."

"Yeah and you look five." Seth smirked.

She rolled her eyes at him. "I don't look five."

"Alright, ten." Seth smirked. "Still not going alone." Though before she could open her mouth to argue again a hand landed on her shoulder.

"Ready?" Dean asked.

She looked up at him, only to receive a hard look that told her that she wasn't about to win this argument. Letting out an over the top sigh, she gave her pockets a pat to make sure that she had everything before giving the man a nod.

"You coming back?" Seth asked.

"Yeah, I'll be back." Dean answered.

"You're leaving just to come back?" She looked up at him dumbfounded.

"Yeah." He said nonchalantly. "Let's go." Without another word, Dean started to make his way through the bar and towards the door.

"You better catch up." Seth laughed.

Groaning, she took off. "I still don't understand why you won't just let me walk back to the hotel alone." She said as she finally met up with Dean who seemed to be walking faster on purpose.

It was Dean's turn to let out a sigh. "Because there are jerks out there and I… we care about you enough to want to make sure that nothing happens to you."

Her eyes widened as they started out into the warm Arkansas air. "I...um."

"If you don't want to walk with me, fine I can go in and get Roman."

"No." She reached out and grabbed his wrist. "It's not that… I just don't wanna be a pain."

She felt as his hand clenched under her grasp. "Angel do you really think I would be walking you back if I thought it was a pain?" He raised an eyebrow. "In case you haven't realized it I'm kind of a selfish bastard."

She shook her head at him. At least the Dean she knew was far from selfish.

A warm breeze danced around her and she let her eyes slide shut for a moment, as she let her hand drop from his wrist. "That feels so nice." She mumbled to herself. Growing up in Pennsylvania it was rare to feel anything over thirty in early March.

"It's nice to be somewhere that's not snowing or raining." Dean agreed.

"Thought you would like the snow, Mr. 'Hails from Cincinnati'." She looked up at Dean to see a small smirk on his face.

"My hometown might be Cincinnati, but I moved to Las Vegas to be in the desert, so it's safe to say I'm not really one for the cold."

"Was it the cold that made you move?"

"No, I originally moved from Cincinnati to Florida when I got hired by WWE so I could be close to FCW. But almost as soon as I heard I was moving up, I started looking for places in Las Vegas." He said kicking a pebble with his boot. "The first time I was there I fell in love with the desert; I like to be outside, running in wilderness, climbing the red rocks…." the passion in his voice surprised her. He really did love Las Vegas. "Or you know, who would be crazy enough to move to Las Vegas? Only me the 'Lunatic Fringe.'"

She laughed as Dean ran his fingers through his hair. "So, what about you? Miss Pennsylvania."

She blinked as she played with the hem of her shirt. "I was born and raised in the same house I live in now."

"Haven't left home?"

She shook her head. "Nope, I never really had a reason to." She looked up to see Dean looking between her and the pebble that he was kicking. "I went to college and then got a job for WWE and didn't think I needed a house I would never see."

He nodded. "Makes sense."

"I thought so."

"Do you have a place you wanna move to when you do move out?" He asked.

"No, I never really thought about it." She answered truthfully. "I'll probably go where the wind takes me."

"That sounds like you"

"What does that mean?"

"It means that you're a carefree type of person. So, you'll go where the 'wind takes you' instead of planning every little thing out."

"Me? Carefree? Says you. Didn't you just say you like being one with nature."

He gave a chuckle. "Yeah…"

"Holy Shit, Dean Ambrose." A voice called from across the street.

Looking up, Angel saw a man who looked to be in his late thirties early forties making his way towards them with a huge grin on his face.

She heard Dean let out a huge sigh he turned towards the man as well. "Hey man, what's up."

"Dude, this is so cool!" The man obviously was trying to remain calm. "Man, I've been following you since you arrived at FCW."

"That's amazing, thanks man." A slight smirk came to Dean's face, though she could tell just by looking that there something awkward in his demeanor. He was standing too straight; his body was so tense as well as the fact that his eyes were bouncing around not stopping on a spot for more than a few seconds

"My boy and I love the Shield."

While the two of them talked for a little bit, the fan's eyes kept flickering over to her, until something clicked in his face and his eyes widened. "Angel! Angel Miles, where are my manners? I didn't even notice you, how much of an asshole can I be?"

"Oh, don't worry about it." She shook her head as the man apologized. "I understand." She was used to people being star stuck over the boys that they totally missed her.

"Man, my son isn't going to believe this." He said rummaging through is pocket. "Can I get a picture with both of you?" He held up his phone.

Angel turned towards Dean, who running his fingers through his hair and nodding his head. "Sure man."

Almost dropping his phone, the man handed it to her, before quickly moving to stand next to Dean. After stepping back slightly, so she could get both of them in the picture she looked up to see that the man had a huge smile on his face as he pointed towards Dean while Dean had his fist out in the typical Shield pose.

"So, what are you guys doing out this way?" The man asked as he tried to keep his face as still as possible.

"We filmed Main Event tonight and Smackdown is here this week." She answered as she took a few pictures, hoping one of them would turn out good.

"Oh, I had no idea that you guys were here." The man nodded his head. "Shit, I might have to try and get tickets."

"You should." She smiled as she held out the phone.

"Thanks man." The man smiled from ear to ear.

"No problem." Dean said talking the phone from her.

A lump suddenly filled her throat as the man quickly made his way over to her and got into the same pose that he did with Dean. Not sure what to do, she cocked her head and smiled as sincerely as she could. It still felt really weird taking pictures with people, she wasn't sure how to react or how to pose. Should she smile? Should she go straight face and put her fist out like the other members of the Shield? Should act really excited?

"Here." Dean handed back the man's phone.

"Thank you both so much!" The man practically snatched it from Dean's hand before going through the pictures. "This is awesome! I got to show my boy." He said.

"I'm glad you like them." She smiled as she stepped back to beside Dean.

"Thanks again. Have a good night."

"Night!" She waved as the man walked away. Though she felt a little strange, she also felt a little giddy. As the man made his way back across the road, she turned back towards Dean to see him looking at her with a raised brow. "What?"

"You seemed to have enjoyed that." He told her as he gestured for her to walk.

She nodded. "I like getting to meet fans, plus I love watching you, Seth, and Roman with them. I think it's cute."

"We're not cute."

She snickered at how fast he answered. "I think you are."

A deep breath came from him as they made their way into the lobby of the hotel. She was half expecting Dean to stop and say see you later before turning around and leaving but the man didn't. He followed her to the elevator and pushed the up button.

"You know we're at the hotel, right?" She asked as she watched the numbers above elevator count downwards. "You can head back now; I think that I can make it to my room in one piece."

The door to the elevator opened and Dean stepped in. "We'll I'm already in the elevator." He said holding the door open for her. "So why not."

She let out a sigh and made her way into the lift. "Dean…"

"What?" He shrugged. "I'm trying to be chivalrous, I thought girls like that."

"I guess. But I don't want you to have to go out of your way like this."

"Isn't that like the definition of being chivalrous?" He questioned.

She shook her head. "Dean, you know what I mean."

"Do I?" He asked as the bell rang and door opened on her floor. They both walked out and up towards her and Renee's room.

"Well, we're here." She turned towards him. "So. I guess this is good night. Or do you want to walk me to my bed to make sure that I get there safely."

Dean looked like he was going to open his mouth, but he snapped it shut and shook his head slightly. "No, I believe you can make it from here." He gave a little chuckle.

"Are you sure?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "That's a good ten feet for little innocent me."

"I'm sure." He pursed his lips together.

She gave a little laugh. "Well then, I'll see you bright and early tomorrow?" She asked.

He nodded his head. "Yep. Roman will let you know which gym we decide on."

"Alright. Enjoy the rest of your night." She told him as she went to open the door. Though as she brought out her wallet to place against the electric key, Dean snatched her arm. "What?"

"I'm not done being chivalrous." He said as he leaned into her. Her eyes widened when she realized that he was going in for a kiss, or at least what looked like a kiss. Though right as they came nose to nose and she could feel his breath on her face; the sounds of a Dean's phone ringing went off.

"Fucking..." She heard Dean mumble under his breath as he straightened up and ripped his phone out from his back pocket.

"Hello?" He barked into his phone. "Yeah I'm at the hotel, just got here." The longer he was on the phone the more irritated he seemed to get.

From the other end of the phone, she could hear Seth asking if Dean would grab his glasses from the hotel room. "Yeah I'll grab them. Alright man. I'll be right down."

The phone call ended, and her stomach did a flip as his eyes drew back towards her. Were they going to pick up from where Seth's call interrupted? Or did Seth ruin the mood? Though before her question could even be answered, the door behind them was ripped open and a certain blond-haired reporter appeared in the doorway.

"I thought I heard some talking going on outside the door." Renee said with that oh so familiar smile on her face, the one that said she knew something. She knew something and she was going to get you to say it.

"Hey." Dean sighed as he put his phone back in his pocket and took a deliberate step backwards.

"What's up you two?" She gave a wiggle of her eyebrow.

"Nothing." Angel emphases as she quickly stepped into the room. "I was out with the boys and Dean here just wanted to make sure that I got back to the hotel."

"Oh, that's nice." Renee's smile only got widened. "Got to make sure that our girl makes it home safe." Angel just glared at the woman as she ruffled her hair.

"Well, Seth and Roman are waiting on me." Dean told them as he gestured down the hall.

"Oh yeah." Angel nodded as she fixed her hair. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Yep." With that Dean quickly made his way down the hall.

"So…?"

Inhaling sharply, Angel closed the door and turned around, locking eyes with Renee. "So what?"

"Oh, come on. You and Dean…" Angel shook her head as she pushed passed Renee so that she could get into the room. "Come on you promised if anything else happened you would tell me."

"Nothing happened."

"What do you mean that nothing happened?" Renee seemed unhappy with that as an answer.

"Well something might have happened, if it wasn't for a certain nosy reporter opening the door"

"Wait! What do you mean?" Angel could see the excitement twinkle in her eyes. "What might have happened."

"I'm not sure if I was jumping to conclusion but…if you didn't just rip open the door, we might have kissed again." Angel felt her face heat up as she thought about what happened just moments ago. For just a split second she was close enough to Dean to smell the alcohol on his tongue, to feel his breath on her face.

"Damn, I should have waited a little longer." Renee gave a pout, as she made her way into the room.

"Waited?" Angel raised an eyebrow.

Renee nodded her head and crossed her arms over her chest. "I was trying to catch you two."

"Renee!" She swung her arm out to smack at the woman, who was just out of arm's reach.

"What?" She laughed as she jumped back slightly. "I was trying to make it easier for you." Easier? "Would you rather have to tell Dean that you told me about your little secret? Or let him think I found out."

Her heart dropped. She hadn't thought about it. Surely Dean needed to know that Renee knew about them kissing, but she never thought about how she was going to tell the man. Maybe it would be easier if he thought that she just randomly found out about it.

"See I was trying to help."

…

Help was something that Angel wished she had right now. She was half slumped down in her seat for the before show meeting, and just like every other meeting it was boring. They were going over things that was already known…again. What matches were planned for tonight, interviews and any vignettes that were needed. All this information and yet again the Shield had nothing scheduled.

"Let's go out there and have another great show." Hunters voice knocked her from her thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, she collected her notebook and shoved it in her bag as the rest did. "Angel, wait up." Hunter's voice stopped her as she was just about to walk out of the room. She turned around and looked at the COO and her breath hitched in her throat as she stared up at the dark look on his face. Ever since last Monday Night Raw, Hunter had been in a bad mood and Daniel Bryan and his occupy Raw movement was mainly to blame.

"Hi Hunter, what's up." She smiled up at her boss.

"I want you to make sure your boys are ready for the start of the show. I have a match for one of the Shield boys."

One of the Shield boys? "Oh?"

"It's against Damien Sandow."

"Damien?" She questioned. Ever since joining that Shield, she had only seen Damien Sandow once and there didn't seem to be any bad blood between him and them. "May I ask why?"

"I need someone to teach the man that I'm the COO and you always listen to what I say. And who better to teach him than the Hounds of Justice."

Ah. This had to do with Damien refusing to get into the ring during the 'Yes Movement'.

"I don't care who does it, but I want a statement made." Hunter growled out. "Got that."

Reluctantly she nodded her head. "Got it."

D.D.D.

Dean gave his neck a crack as he sat on the metal fold up table in the locker room. He was itching for Angel to get back from her meeting. He hoped that she would have some good news that they weren't just sitting here for nothing.

They better not make them sit him here, not after Kane made such a big deal about them winning their matches and defeating their demons.

And it seems that his prayers were answered as Angel made her way through the room with purpose. "Suit up." She stated. "One of you gets a match tonight."

He met his brothers' eyes and sighed. "Who is it against?" Seth asked.

"Sandow."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Sandow?"

She nodded. "Hunter wants the Hounds to teach him a lesson."

He nodded his head as he put two and two together. "Alright. So, who's getting the honor?" He asked not really caring who got the real match; he knew that each of them was going to get their hands dirty tonight. That's what happens when they teach someone a lesson.

Leaning back in his chair, he let Seth and Roman figure everything out. Inhaling slowly, he went o close his eyes and tune out the bickering duo, when a certain brunette caught his attention.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw Angel standing there looking less than thrilled about something. Trying to fight the urge to check on the girl, Dean pushed himself to his feet and walked over towards his bag to grab out the tape for his hands. Turning back around he couldn't even fight it as his eyes landed back on Angel.

What the hell? He sauntered his way over to her side and put a hand on her shoulder. Her body went tense under his told as her head whipped towards him.

"Wanna hit up catering?"

Those big hazel eyes rapidly blinked at him for a moment, but after a second she gave a slow nod her head and stood up. "Sure."

Giving his tape a toss in the air, he nodded back before looking over his shoulder towards Seth and Roman. "Hey, I don't care who gets the match, just as long as if I get some scraps." He announced. "We're going to go get something to eat, you want something?"

"Nah, we'll get dressed and met you down there." Roman answered as he shook out his vest.

"Roger that." Dean gave a nod as he practically pushed Angel out the door.

"Alright." He spoke up as soon as they were a few steps down the hall. Shoving his tape into the pocket of his hoodie, he turned and faced her. "What's going on?"

Slowly she glanced up at him. "What do you mean?"

"You seem upset." He told her.

She let out a deep breath and glanced down towards the floor. "I'm fine."

"Angel we've been through this, if you have something to say, say it."

"Yeah, we have been through this and last time I said that I was fine, you didn't believe me and we both know where that got us." She pointed out with an almost challenging tone in her voice.

"Yeah, but when you come into the locker room looking like you just did, I know something is up." He told her. "I'm willing to get yell if I'm wrong."

For a moment it seemed as if she was going to be more difficult but then her demeanor changed and she let out a small chuckle. "You know, I know that the Shield stand for 'justice' and that they do what they can to 'right wrongs' and teach lessons to the other Superstars but…does Sandow really deserve a beat down?" She asked.

As she spoke, he almost wanted to kick himself. He should have known that she wasn't going to be too happy about them being told to teach Sandow a lesson.

"I mean..." She cleared her throat. "I know that he didn't listen to Hunter on Monday but what did Hunter want him to do, go into the ring and wrestle on top of the fans?"

Probably. "This isn't about Sandow." He stated. "Hunter is butt hurt about Daniel Bryan getting the better of him, but since he can't do anything to him since he suspended him tonight, he's taking his anger out on the next available person. Which just so happened to be Damien Sandow."

"That doesn't make me feel better." She sighed. "We're beating down a man because the COO is angry about another person getting the better of him."

Pursing his lips, he draped his arm around her shoulder before leading her down towards catering. "Don't think of it as a beat down. It's just another match." He told her. "We don't give unwarranted beat downs. So, unless Sandow does something that deserves one, it will be just a normal match. Alright?"

Angel bit her lip as she slowly nodded her head. "Alright." Her voice was quiet but judging by the tone in his voice, she sounded at least a bit better.

As they made the turn into catering, he dropped his arm from her shoulder and gave a roll of his shoulder. "Want a sandwich? I could go for a sandwich."

He felt relief as a small smile appeared on her face. "You know what, a sandwich sounds good."

…

About an hour later they were chilling up by the top entrance waiting to go out to the ring. Somehow, Roman and Seth came to the answer that Seth was the one taking on Sandow. Now all they had do was wait, as they listened to the crowd booing Triple H as he yelled about Daniel Bryan and about what happened on Monday.

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

Their theme music started, and the two guards opened the doors for them so that they could start down to the ring. Giving a roll of his shoulder, Dean stepped out to the top of the stairs. His eyes instantly landed on the ring and the two men inside of it. Hunter stood at the far end of ring towards the stage with a smirk on his face; while Sandow stood there in the middle of the ring with his mouth gaped open as they watched them come down the steps.

Dean watched as Sandow registered what was going on. The man knew that he had been set up, that Hunter was the one that put this match together and that Vicky Guerrero had nothing to do with this.

Halfway down the stairs his eyes dropped to Angel who was walking between Seth and him. He hoped that he had eased her mind at least a little bit about this match. He knew what she was thinking, he knew that she didn't fully believe him about the fact that this wasn't going to be total beat down. But he meant what he said there was always a reason that the Shield gave someone a beat down.

When they got to the bottom of steps, he watched as Seth made his way up and over the thing without missing at beat. Giving a little chuckle as his teammate's excitement, Dean quickly got into position and knelt down next to the barricade.

Angel's eyes landed on him as she nodded her head and stepped up onto his leg. The look on her face said what he already knew, she still wasn't ok with Hunter ordering them to "teach Sandow a lesson' but she hopped over the barricade without any signs of hesitation.

When she was out of the way, he vaulted over the barrier and started towards the ring. Only to stop for a moment as he noticed that Angel was already up in the ring with Seth, giving him a pat on the back. Well he had to give her props, even though she didn't agree with this, she was still supporting them.

"Which one of you is in this match?" The ref as he made his way over to their corner.

"I am." Seth said poking his own chest.

"Alright." The ref nodded. "I need everyone but Seth out of the ring then."

"Get him." Roman said giving Seth a smack on the chest before rolling under the ropes and onto the floor.

Angel put her hand up for a high five. "You got this."

After high fiving her, Seth turned towards him with nodding his head. "It's all you man." Dean said as he clapped him on the shoulder. "Go get it."

Dean turned towards Angel who was still standing there behind him and gestured for her to get out of the ring. Almost in a rhythm they both got out of the ring and made their way over to Roman.

The ref checked both men and rang the bell to start the match. Dean watched closely as both of the men walked around the ring, dancing with each other. After a lock up and a few twists and turns of holds, Seth got Sandow down to the mat.

Keeping a hold of the man's arm. Seth stopped down on Sandow's hands.

The start of the match was all Seth as he was able to land hit after hard hit. The man when Irish Whipped across the ring, Sandow was able to grab the rope and stop himself.

Not wasting a second, Seth took off across the ring towards the man; only to run right into a forearm to the face.

Oh. Dean cringed. He could tell by the way Seth stumbled backwards while holding his face that he was feeling that one. He could also see the anger that filled Seth's face as he turned back towards Sandow.

Giving out a small battle cry, Seth took off once again towards Sandow, however Sandow was once again ready and at the last second, he bent down to scoop Seth up and threw him over the ropes. Though Seth ever spry landed on his feet on the apron, before ducking under a wild right hook that Sandow threw at him. "Good try."

Smirking at Seth's cockiness, Dean turned toward Roman; though as soon as the big man and him locked eyes Seth came barreling off of the apron and onto the floor.

"Oh my god!" Angel cried as she quickly made her way over to Seth, who laid rolled up in a ball holding his leg. "You alright." She knelt by to him.

Not missing a beat Roman and him stepped up to check on their fallen brother.

"Hey, you better get your bitch away from him!"

Dean's head snapped up towards the ring and his eyes landed right on Sandow who was standing halfway through the ropes; glaring down at the four of them.

"What did you say?"

"Man, you messed up." Roman called as both of them stepped forward.

Sandow stood his ground for a few seconds before he quickly made his way back into the ring. The urge to run in after the man and beat the living shit of out Sandow riddled Dean. But he knew he wasn't able to do. He couldn't. He had to wait.

"I'm good." Dean heard Seth say behind him as he kept his eyes locked on Sandow.

By the time that the ref got to the count of four Seth was up on his feet and getting into the ring.

All of a sudden, both Angel and Roman were standing next to him. Roman gave him a pat on the back. "You handled that pretty well."

"What?" He played dumb as he watched Sandow pounding on Seth who just got back into the ring.

"You know what." Roman leaned into him.

Giving Roman a nudge to back away, Dean shrugged his shoulder and clapped his hand on the apron trying to break the conversation.

Turning his full attention back to the match he watched, Seth who was holding on tight to the top ropes while Sandow was trying to pull him off by the ankles. Seth used the man's strength against him and flipped himself around, landing on his knees before jumping up to his feet and meeting Sandow in the middle of the ring. Ducking under a flying punch, Seth grabbed the man and launched him face first into the turnbuckles.

That's what you get. Dena smirked as the crowd let out a huge cry. He stalked slightly up to Sandow who was sitting there on his knees with his face plastered to the second turnbuckle. To his left, Dean saw as Angel stepped up to the side of the ring with wide eyes as she checked over Sandow who hadn't moved yet. He shook his head as he watched her make sure that the man was still breathing. That's the woman that you had the nerve to call a bitch.

Out of nowhere, Sandow pushed himself to his feet, making Angel who was still checking on him jump backwards. Dean watched as the man ran headlong into Seth, who was waiting for him in the middle of the ring. Sandow gave another wild swing, which Seth was able to duck under. Keeping his movement and speed, Seth flipped the scripted and himself with a step up Enzuigiri, that sent Sandow flying across the ring and into the corner.

As Seth got himself back up to his feet, Dean caught the look of the devil that twinkle in Seth's eyes as he eyed up Sandow. Rolling himself back into the far corner across from Sandow, Seth let out a battle cry and took off across the ring.

"Smash him." Dean yelled as Seth zipped past him.

Throwing his arm out wide, Seth launched himself at Sandow, smashing him into the turnbuckle. When Seth laid Sandow out in the middle of the ring, the look that told Dean that Seth was ready to go flying came to onto the man's face. Though Sandow must have seen it too, because he rolled out of the ring.

Oh no. Dean shook his head. He thinks he's getting away.

Making his way slowly around the side of the ring, he gave a nod towards Roman who was circling the other side. The two of them weren't about to sit back and watch Sandow try to leave. Although as Dean was about to round the front corner of the ring, Angel stepped in front of him.

"Angel…." He warned keeping his eyes on the very slowly moving Sandow.

"I'll hold that." She said as she pointed downwards. He glanced down at where she was pointing, he realized that it was his United States Championship. "Wouldn't want to scratch it."

A smirk came to his face as he ripped the belt off and handed it to her. Giving her a wink, he stepped around her and quickly made his way to the front of the ring just in time to catch Sandow who was backing away from Roman. Though as the man turned around, their eyes met and he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dean said as he took small, slow steps towards Sandow. "The match isn't over."

Glancing over the man's shoulder, he saw Roman gesturing towards the ring. Without looking, he knew that Seth was setting up for a Suicide Dive. "You think we're just going to let you leave?" He said trying to buy Seth the time that he needed. And as if on cue Seth came flying through the ropes and into Sandow, smashing the man into the barricade.

"That's what I'm talking about." Seth cheered himself, making Dean smirk as he walked up and gave the man a high five.

"Finish it." He told him, before turning around and head back around the ring the way he came. As he rounded the side, his eyes landed on Angel who was standing a safe distance away, clutching his title to her chest. He gave her a small smirk as he turned back towards the ring just in time to see Seth hit Sandow with his curb stomp and go for the cover.

He's out.

"One. Two. Three." The crowd including Angel counted with the ref.

"And here is your winner, Seth Rollins."

Nodding his head, Dean climbed up into the ring and made his way over to Seth and Roman. His eyes ran down to the man that out cold in front of him and snickered. "That's what you get."

"You got him." Roman gave Seth a pat on the back. "There was no doubt."

"Did he really think that he was going to get away from the Shield?" Dean asked. "Hell no. We're the hounds, we make sure to take out our pray."

"You had him rolling all over the place." Roman smirked as he and Seth put their hands

out into the fist bump. Just as he was going to join his brothers, his eyes snapped over to Angel who was on the apron making her way around the ring.

"What are you doing?" Seth asked

"Come on man."

"There's something we forgot."

"What?" Seth raised an eyebrow.

"Is this really how we're going to let this end?" He gave Seth a little nudge, as the man started to laugh. "After he called Angel a bitch?"

He saw a smirk appear on Roman's face as he quickly rolled out of the ring and snatched Sandow off the floor.

"We're not done with you." Dean grunted as he threw the man back into the ring and right into Seth and Roman who were standing there waiting for him. By the time he got back into the ring, Seth and Roman were already on Sandow, beating him right down to the mat. A beat down that he was more than happy to join.

Only once all three of them were satisfied did they let the man even take a breath, though not for long. Helping Seth, Dean pulled Sandow up from the mat before stepping up to Roman who was pumping himself up. Once all of them were in position, Roman stepped up and gave his battle cry, which the arena echoed.

Quickly, not letting Sandow come to; they lifted him up onto Roman's shoulders before using all three of their strength to send him smashing into the mat, with enough intensity that it made them bounce.

"Now we can finish this." He put his fist out. Both Seth and Roman joined in the fist bump as their theme music echoed through the arena. "Bam!"

Trying to catch his breath from the excitement that was rushing through him, Dean looked at all three of their fist and couldn't help but smirk. This was the first time in a while that the fist bump felt like it meant something; especially since what happened with Seth. It felt like they were on the same page once again and kicking it Shield style. And it felt so good. In fact, it felt so good that he started to bounce and nod along with the music that was blasting on the speakers.

"You're enjoying yourself." Roman chuckled.

Brookeworm3: He did win! Oh my god I 100% agree, his body is smoking! Den is built like a man should be and we'll get to the caressing don't you worry.

Skovko: She is drolling but it's pretty hard not to with Dean.

Labinnacslove: It's only going to 'worse' better from here. Lol

Canadice: Well I don't mean to torture, but I'm glad that you're enjoying the story and I hope I don't make you wait too long.