Chapter Forty Eight!

Smackdown: March 21, 2014

Edited: 8/18/19

Chapter Forty Eight

Angel stood in the bathroom, rubbing her eyes as she stared into the mirror. She splashed water in her face and took a deep breath, for the third time while standing here. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the scene that seemed to be ingrained in her vision; Roman, Seth, and Dean all laying on the mat after the brutal attack that they just lived through.

It's your fault.

She shook her head hard as Kane's voice echoed through it again. She could feel the tears starting up again. Though she couldn't let them, she couldn't just stand her sobbing; she needed to get ahold of herself and do her job and make her sure that the boys were ok.

With one more deep breath, she wiped her face and made her way out of the restroom.

"Gentlemen!" Kane's voice stopped her dead in her tracks and her breath hitch in her throat. Slowly she turned around expecting to see the Devil's Favorite Demon standing behind her with that dark smirk on his face, only to see one of the many screens backstage. Her eyes locked onto the TV and watched as they showed Kane standing in his makeshift office with everyone who took part in the fatal four-way match; everyone other than the Shield.

"Job well done." Kane smirked as he looked around the room at everyone. "RybAxel as a reward for services rendered tonight, I'm granting the two of you the tag team champion match."

"About time." Ryback said as he and Axel walked away.

No. She shook her head. There was no way that she was seeing what she thought she was.

"Mr. Kane." Zeb stepped forward with the Real Americans. "Let me remind you that the Real Americans carried out our side of the bargain; the Shield did not win, plus we beat the Usos on Raw. What shall our reward be?"

"You got a good point Zeb, the Real Americans now have a tag team champion match."

No. This isn't happening.

"We accept."

This isn't happening. Her blood started to boil as she watched 3MB make their way up towards Kane.

"What do you want?"

"Come on we were there too."

"We were down…we were down there." Both McIntyre and Slater fought for their reward.

"I'm going to grant 3MB a WrestleMania moment. You three are officially entered into the Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royal…."

She couldn't believe her eyes and ears. They were being rewarded, all of them….for what they did. How! Why! Gritting her teeth. They were getting awarded for that attack. That brutal attack! They were getting rewarded! For hurting my boys! Like something grabbed a hold of her, she turned around and gave a swift kick to whatever was behind her… which ended up being a stack of chairs.

"Ouch" She yelled as she hopped around on one foot.

"How good did that feel?" She turned back to the TV, still holding her throbbing foot; to see that Billy Gunn and Road Dogg had joined Kane in his office. "It felt like the days of old. You know we did something that no one ever done, we left the Shield laying in a puddle of their own punishment…."

"All you did was make the Shield mad." Glaring at the TV, she stretched out her foot to make sure that she didn't break anything. Once she was satisfied that she was good to go, she slowly put weight on her foot and turned away from the TV and started back down the hallway. She didn't want to hear them anymore.

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!" A familiar raspy voice blasted through the door of the male locker room and into the hallway; followed by a huge smashing noise that rattled the door and made her jump.

"Dean, you break it you buy it." She heard Roman sigh.

"Fuck you!"

"Hey man I'm just warning you."

Dreading what she was about to see, Angel slowly walked up to the door and gave a knock. Expecting someone to tell her that she could come in, she jumped when the door was ripped open and a very angry looking Dean Ambrose filled the doorway.

"What!" He screamed as his eyes dropped down towards her. Almost instantly his face seemed to soften slightly as he let out a sigh and stepped aside. "Sorry…"

Hesitantly she walked into the room and looked around to see that all three men had taken over the whole room. "Hey." She sighed as her eyes dropped down to the half-bent metal folding chair that was laying on the floor next to the door. Well that explained the noise.

Slowly see made her way through the room, not daring to ask how they were feeling…She already knew, and she felt the same.

With her eyes running around the room she saw the locker room TV was covered in water and had its plug ripped out of the wall. "I'm guessing that you were watching the show." Seth and Roman nodded their head as Dean paced and smacked himself in the chest and face.

"I can't believe this…" Seth sighed. "How…?"

"I don't know man." Dean said as he turned quickly before reaching down and grabbing his stomach. "I have no idea. What I do know is I'm going to gut Kane. I'm going to make him wish that with that he had stayed in hell or wherever the fuck he's from."

Trying to relief some of the tension in the room, she stood in the middle and gave a clap of her hands. "We can gut Kane later, but how about we head out and get some drinks or something?"

Roman looked up from his spot in the corner. "You guys can go out, I'm not feeling it. I think I'm just going to back to the hotel and rest." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I'm not really in the mood either." Seth agreed.

There went that plan.

Waiting until Dean had calmed down to the point that they were able to convince him to gather up his things and leave without chewing their heads off, they started out towards the garage where their rental car was.

As they walked, crew members plastered themselves against the wall and dropped their line of sight. She didn't blame them, the aura that surrounded the men was one that if she didn't know any better, she would have ran for the hills.

"Galina is going to kill me when I get home on Tuesday." Roman sighed.

"Don't worry, I'll be there to take some of the unbridled anger from you." Dean rasped as he stretched out his torso.

"That's true." Roman said clapping Dean on the shoulder. "We die together, brother."

After Raw on Monday, the boys were lucky enough to score a few days off so, each of them were heading home. Well at least Seth and Roman were; Dean was going with Roman to visit Galina and Jojo, like he had promised a while ago.

Suddenly anxiety hit her as she patted around her pockets trying to find her phone so that she could triple check to make sure that all their flights were still good; only to come up empty handed.

"Shit." She stopped, ripped her backpack-purse off her shoulders and started to dig around in it.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked as the boys stopped next to her.

"I can't find my phone." She groaned as she started to pull everything out of her bag.

"Here let me call it." Seth said pulling out his phone.

After a few seconds of waiting she shook her head. "It's not here. I must have left it in the bathroom." Throwing her purse down, she took off towards the bathroom.

D.D.D

Letting out a groan, Dean leaned up against one of the traveling cases against the wall. He inhaled sharply as he gave his back a stretch. God damn it. He brought his hand up and rubbed his left side.

Though the pain that rippled through his side didn't compare to the annoyance that he felt as he watched the quickly approaching camera crew; that surely 'just wanted to have a word with them.' I'll give them a word. In fact, I'll give them a few words. Fuck and off.

"Damn it!" Seth growled out of nowhere as he smacked the travel case. "I can't believe it…."

"Excuse me guys, guys" Dean turned and glared at Tom as he walked up towards them, but the son of a bitch just kept going. "The Director of Operations really flexing his power tonight, where you're heads at."

Man, you don't want to know where my head is at. Dean bit his tongue as he stretched his side again. Seth and him locked eyes for a moment and instantly Seth was the one who took point. Which was a good thing because the thoughts that were coursing around Dean's head weren't the most family friendly things.

"What I'm wondering is how Kane got one over on the Shield. Because one hundred out of one hundred times Tom, my strategy is bullet proof." Seth practically screamed which only made his headache worse. "So, kudos to Kane, he put a hit out on us and got the job done. I didn't see him, I didn't see him recruit the Outlaws, did you?"

When Dean realized that the questioned was aimed at him, he just pursed his lips and thought for a moment. It was true he didn't see Kane recruit the Outlaws, in fact the he hadn't seen the Outlaws anywhere near Kane but then again; they didn't need to be. "I don't think he did." He said making both Roman and Seth turn towards him. "Think about it."

Roman slowly stood up and walked so that he was front in center. "Monday night, we're going to find out. But whoever it was, they made a mistake; they didn't finish the job. But we will." Roman told Tom before walking away.

"Found it." Angel's voice came up the hallway. "Right where I thought it was." She stopped in front of them. "Ready to go?" She looked around at the three of them.

"Angel!" Tom's voice hit them again and this time Dean couldn't stop himself from turning around and stepped up so that he was in the man's face.

"Didn't you get enough before?"

"Uh?" He almost smirked when he saw how visibly taken back that Tom was. "Uh? I just wanted a word with Angel."

Angel peeked her head around him and raised an eyebrow. "You want a word with me? Wouldn't you rather an interview with the boys?"

"I already got that." Tom told her.

After looking around at the three of them, Angel stepped around Dean and nodded her head. "Real quick, we really want to head out."

"All I want to know is your feelings about what just happen."

"My feeling…." Angel blinked as a very fake smile came to her face. "My feeling about what just happened. You want to know my feeling? Well, here are my feelings about it. I feel like ten men have made the wrong choice." Dean's eyes widen as he heard the almost eerie tone in her voice. "I feel like these ten men are going to rue tonight and that the Shield is just going to rise even higher now. You best believe that."

Without another word Angel walked over to her things, grabbed her stuff and started to walk away. "Wow!" Dean turned and looked at both Seth and Roman, before the three of them followed her.

A.A.A

"We're here." Angel looked back over her shoulder to see Dean and Roman sitting in the backseat of the car that they rented. She offered to drive back to the hotel due to what happened
and Seth very graciously took the opportunity to rest.

Though no one seemed to be jumping for joy that they were back at the hotel. "You guys want to leave your bags in the car?"

"Yeah, that sounds good." Seth sighed as he opened his door. "Thanks Angel."

"No problem." She gave a small smile. She watched as slowly Roman and Dean got out of the car. Each of them were holding and rubbing at their arms, chests, heads, and stomachs.

She wasn't the slight bit surprised that they were still feeling the effects of what happened; though what did shock her was the fact that as she made her way out of the car, her back started to twitch and spasm.

Confused, she gave her back a quick rub. Then she remembered that Ryback had pushed her into the ropes when she tried to step up and help Dean. During the time she didn't really even register the hit, but now she could feel the bruises slowly forming.

When she finally got herself out of the car and got her purse, she turned to see the boys waiting for her. Trying to smile and not give away any pain that she was in. She didn't want to worry the boys, for any small amount of pain that she was in was nowhere near the amount that they were feeling.

Realizing she still had a job to do, Angel clapped her hands getting everyone's attention. "I'm guessing that you all are going to be hanging out in your rooms all night…" She got nods from all three men. "…Then I'll let you know now that we have to out of the hotel and on the road by eleven."

Roman nodded his head. "Ok, I'll make sure that the boys are up and ready to go."

"You?" Dean rolled his eyes. "You'll be sleeping until ten thirty. I'll make sure everyone is up and ready to go."

Even as the dark tension that sent the crew members running was racing around them, she let out a sigh of relief. She was happy to see that they were still joking with each other. That made her feel at least a little bit better.

When the elevator door finally opened on the boys' floor, all three men stumbled there way into the hallway. "Have a good night." She waved as she readjusted the hold on her backpack purse.

"You too." Seth and Dean waved back.

The elevator started up once more and Angel let out a huge sigh. It was strange to see the boys down and out. Defeated and sore, not just physically. She knew they were in a need of a pick me up…and if they didn't want to go out for it, then she would just have to bring it to them.

As the elevator door opened on her floor, she quickly pressed the button for the lobby.

…

With two bags in her hands and one in her purse Angel made her way back up the elevator towards the boys' floor. A little twinge of nervousness hit her as she made her way down the hallway, she hoped that she wasn't going to end up waking them or overstepping herself. But she knew that they needed to get their minds off of what happened tonight at least for a little.

Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door to the double room which she believed was Seth and Roman's room this time around.

"Hold on." Roman's deep voice echoed through the door.

After a few moments the door opened so show Roman standing there in a T-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants. "Hey Babygirl, what's up."

"Thought you needed a goody bag." She held up a bag of meds and things to help with their injuries.

"That's very nice of you but you didn't need to get us anything, we're fine." He ran his fingers through his hair.

"You sure?" She held up the second bag up, this one held a six pack of beer in it.

"Oh, that's what I'm talking about." Roman smirked as he stepped away from the door. "Hey Seth!" Roman called.

"What's up?" Seth asked coming out of the bathroom rubbing a towel on the top of his head.

"Angel brought us a treat." He said holding up the six pack.

"Oh damn." Seth smirked and clapped his hands. "What do we owe this special treat?"

"I just thought that you guys needed a pick me up." She told him as she placed the bag of meds on the table.

"God, this is just what the doctor order." Seth said already popping open one of the beers. "Want one?"

"Nah, I'm good but thank you."

She looked around expecting to see Dean hanging out in Seth and Roman's room, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Where's Dean?"

Seth and Roman looked at each other.

"He's in his room." Roman nodded towards the door. "I would just leave him alone, he's in a nasty mood. He locked the conjoining door and everything.

Angel's eyes locked on the door he was talking about as she nodded her head. "Thank for the heads up."

"Don't worry the man will be back to his goofy normal self here soon."

"I'm sure." She gave a soft smile as she headed for the front door. "Well you two enjoy the beer and get some rest." She stopped right in front of the door. "And don't you worry we'll get them back."

"Oh, I know we will." Roman gave a small laugh that made her feel better.

When she walked out into the hallway, she had all intentions on just leaving and going back to her room. Leaving Dean alone just like they warned her to, but as her eyes caught his door, she let out a sigh.

Before she could really think about what she was doing, Angel slowly stepped up to the door and knocked. Though when she didn't hear anything coming from behind the door, she thought maybe he had fallen asleep. But she knew better than that. Dean was the type of man to brood all night.

Biting her lip, she gave one more knock on the door.

When the thing suddenly swung open, she jumped backwards. Dean stood there with a glare on his face, his eyes so dark that the bright blue that they normally were, looked black.

"Angel?" The look softened as he let out a sigh. Without saying a word, he stepped backwards and gestured her to come into the room. "What's up?"

"Nothing, just checking up on you." She said as she hesitantly walked into the room. "I was told that you weren't the best of moods, so I decided to bring you a little goody bag." She turned and watched as Dean closed the door behind him.

"You didn't have to do that." He said as he made his way back and sat on the edge of his bed.

"That is the common census." She put the bag on the table.

"Roman?"

"Yep."

He nodded his head. "Well you really shouldn't have gotten me anything, it'll just go to waste."

"I have a feeling that not all of it will." She took off her backpack and rummage through it to pull out a small plastic bag.

Dean's eyebrow rose with a look of curiosity. She smiled as she handed him the bag. A smirk came to his face as he pulled out the bottle of golden liquid. "Whiskey."

"I believe that's the brand that you really like the last time we went out." She blushed as he stood up from the bed.

"Good memory." He said walking over to suitcase that was sitting on the far side of the room on the extra bed.

She blinked as he suddenly pulled out two shot glasses from one of the outside pockets. "You carry shot glasses with you?"

"Not normally, a fan gave me these a while ago and I just never took them out." He said putting both of them on the table. "You are having a shot with me, right?" He asked already pouring two drinks.

"Um…"

"You can't bring someone whiskey and not have a drink with them." He told her. "That's just rude." He said handing her the shot glass that had a little less in it. "Bottom's up."He clanked her glass and shot the drink back with ease.

Shaking her head, she took the shot. "That's smooth." She coughed as the burn got to her.

"Ain't it." He gave a small chuckle. "Water?"

"No, I'm good." She shook her head.

"Are you sure?" He raised a brow.

She nodded her head and set the shot glass down on the table. "So, how are you feeling."

Dean's face instantly fell as he sat back on the bed with a groan. "I feel like I've been hit by a truck." He rubbed his side. "But other than that."

"Is there anything I can do?"

Surprise hit her when she saw that mischievous smirk appear on his face for just a moment. "Nah, I'm good." He shook his head.

"What?"

"What?"

She stepped forward with her arms crossed. "What were you going to say?" She asked curiosity getting the better of her.

"I wasn't going to say anything." He said pursing his lips together.

"You're lying, I saw that look on your face." She told him.

She watched as the very corner of his lip curled upwards and he gave a small chuckle. "Well if you going to keep prying, I was going to say, maybe the old fashion 'kiss it to make it better' would work."

Her eyes widened and a blush slowly came to her face. She should have known better then to ask. She knew that that look likely meant that he was up to no good.

Dean slowly chuckled. "Angel, I was just teasing you. Don't worry about it." He said as he grabbed the whiskey and poured himself another shot.

A kiss to make it better? She knew that he was joking, knew that he was just picking on her. But now the thought of kissing him was invading her brain and wouldn't go away. She glanced up to his lips… After today, she really wanted to, need to feel that warmth that came each time they kissed. Without thinking, she stepped up to him and grabbed his arm.

"You want another shot?" He asked turning slightly.

Not saying a word, she drew herself up onto her tip toes and leaned forward; not daring to stop until she felt his rough lips against hers. And in an instant, her body eased as she was reward with the heat that she was looking for.

It raced from her lips, down her spin and into the very core. Melting her.

Letting out a breathy sigh, she slowly pulled away from him. Feeling sluggish, she let her eyes open, though as she looked at Dean's face realization hit her. She kissed him.

"Um…is that better?' She gave a shy laugh as she quickly stepped backwards.

When he didn't say anything, she glanced back up at him and stopped dead in her tracks. Right in front of her, Dean's blue eyes darkened and his entire being seemed to change; it was like he grew larger, towering over her more than normal. She swallowed hard as he stepped forward, closing the gap between them.

"Dean?" She gasped as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her right into his chest. The sudden movement threw her off, making her trip over herself, so that Dean was the only thing holding her up.

After steading herself, she went to say something but as she looked up into those memorizing eyes, she couldn't remember what it was. God, those eyes. They were locked on her as if he couldn't look away.

Even as he stared at her with that heated look, he brought his hand up and moved her hair out of her face with shockingly tenderness. Then he leaned down and kissed her.

The kiss started off gentle, their lips barely touching. His rough lips almost felt like a whisper against hers.

As the delicious warmth started up once again, she felt everything and nothing all at the same time. The world around her seemed to fade away, all but him and everything that belonged to him. Especially his heat, whether it be from his hand that rested on her hips, or his chest that was pressed up against hers.

As soon as she got use to his gentle kiss, he ramped it up. His lips attacking hers fully, with powerful movements that overwhelmed her.

A groan came from him as he stepped forward again, getting rid of all the space that was left between them. She had to wretch her head upwards just to keep her lips on his.

The deeper the kiss, the more she could taste the whisky on his tongue, and it felt like she was getting drunk off it. As her mind started to spin, breathing became whatever she could get within the milliseconds of gasps that Dean allowed as he turned his head or readjusted his hold on her.

Just went she thought she was going to suffocate from his kiss, he pulled back. Though he didn't move away, he just stared at her with those soul burning eyes.

"Better." He smirked. She blinked as she realized that he finally answered the question that she had asked before the mind-bending kiss.

"That's good." She said trying to catch her breath. When she came to terms with the fact that she was going to be able to get mind back with him so close, she tried to take step back. His hold on her hips tightened not allowing her to move.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Um…"

That wicked mischievous smirk came to his face. "I said that I was better, not that I'm done."

She couldn't stop the gasp that came from her as he scooped her up and placed her on the table behind them; being weary of the full shot glass and bottle of whiskey. Before she could comprehend what was going on, he placed his hands on either side of her legs and leaned in so that his nose was against hers.

"Dean." She whispered as he ran his nose up and down hers. She could feel his breath on her lips, and it taunted her, like an addiction that she wasn't sure when it started. No…that wasn't right. She knew right when this addiction started. February 24th the Raw after Elimination Chamber. That drunken kiss in the elevator, that was her first hit off the drug known at the Lunatic Fringe; Dean Ambrose.

"Angel." His voice seemed to come to her through a fog.

"Are you going to kiss me or not?" She asked.

Dean's head snapped backwards as he blinked at her. She didn't blame him, she had to do a double take at her own words. That daring smirk came back to his face, though he didn't move to get closer once again. Instead he reached down, grabbed the full shot glass and tossed it back.

Before he even swallowed, he kissed her. She gasped as she tasted the rich whiskey being ushered into her mouth by his warm tongue. When she surrendered and let the liquid run down her throat, Dean gave an approving growl as he pushed his body against hers so hard that she couldn't support herself anymore. She let her body lean backwards until a sharp pain ran up her back. She hissed into the kiss and her body went tense.

Slowly, Dean pulled back. The darkness was now gone from his eyes as he studied her. "You ok?"

"Yeah." She sighed as she leaned forward, reaching behind her, feeling the holder for the room service book. "My bruise hit against this."

"Bruise?" He cocked his head.

She gave a small chuckle. "I got it from hitting the ropes earlier." She lifted her shirt up slightly, showing off the slowly growing bruise.

Dean's eyes widened. "You hit the ropes?" He looked like he was trying his hardest to remember.

"It was when I tried to stop Ryback. He pushed me away and I slammed against the ropes."

"Shit." He ran his fingers through his hair, his good mood gone.

"Dean, it's nothing."

"Nothing…" He snickered. "It's not nothing." He stepped away from the table. "Why didn't you run away like I told you to."

"One, because it happened before you told me to run and two I couldn't just leave you guys there." She crossed her legs, realizing that this was going to dominate the conversation now.

He shook his head and started to pace. "Angel…" After a few laps, he came back and placed his hands back on the table next to her legs. "Roman, Seth, and I are trained to take those kinds of hits. You are not." He said looking right into her eyes. "The three of us will just bounce back from this by tomorrow, it's what we do."

"I know, but I still couldn't just leave you there."

"Well how am I…we suppose to keep our promise and protect you."

She shook her head. "You don't need to worry about that. You made that promise to make sure that everyone realized that I was part of the Shield. I'm pretty sure that everyone knows by
now. Plus, I hope I've gotten stronger than I was then."

Dean let out a sigh and shook his head. "This isn't about that promise or because I think you're weak. I want to protect you because just like I said before; you are important to me."

Her heart fluttered from his words. Though she couldn't let the feeling go to her head. "That's the same reason that I want to protect you."

Dean didn't say anything to that. He just pursed his lips and gave his neck a crack. Blinking, Angel watched as he seemed to grow more tense. Then like a snap of a rubber band, he leaned forward and quickly gave her a peck on the lips. "Just try not to get hurt."

"I would say the same to you, but I know that it would be just a waste of breath."

He gave a chuckle. "Trust me, this was nothing."

"Sure." She rolled her eyes at him. Nothing? How could he say that this beat down, this attack was nothing?

"It is." He sighed. "I've been stuck, tangled in barbwire before."

"Stuck in barb…." She drew her brows together. "Wait what?"

He nodded his head. "Like I said this is nothing compared to the stuff I did in the indies." He sounded like he was reminiscing. "I could show you, if you don't believe me."

She thought about it, but she shook her head. "I trust you."

"Famous last words." He smirked.

Labinnacslove: Yeah I don't think that Kane is going to have a good time

Ryanne 187: Thank you for you're help I hope that I'm able to spice things up for you

HugKunckles: I'm so glad that you like the story

Skovko: Evil like the Devil's favorite demon...lol.

Brookeworm3: Oh my god I really like his new look, I can't wait to see where he goes.

Canadice: It was mean, I'm sorry about the knots. I hope you liked this chapter

Missymoxy: She tough, she can handle it. And she knows deep down that it wasn't her fault.