Chapter Fifty! Woot! Sorry this one took so long it was harder then I thought to write. And I wanted to make a long chapter like the last one but this one seemed to have a natural ending. So I let it stop there. I hope you like it!

Monday Night Raw: March 24, 2014

Edited: 8/18/19

Chapter Fifty

Angel let out a shiver as she ducked under Dean's arm and made her way through the door that he was holding open for her.

Hopping up and down to get her blood to work its way back down to her toes, she regretted agreeing to walk to the bar instead of taking a taxi. She was just glad that New York had bars on every street. Although they did end up passing about seven different places until Dean seemed happy with picking this place for their date.

Glancing back at the man who was rubbing his hands and breathing in them to warm up, and her heart sped up as she realized that this was it, this was their date, their first date. There was no going back after this. This night would set the bar for their relationship from this moment on.

A groan came from Dean, knocking her from her thoughts. "This is the reason I moved to the desert."

She gave a chuckle and shook her head. "You're the one who wanted to walk in the middle of March." She reminded him.

"Still damn cold."

Taking a deep breath, Angel turned her attention towards the bar to see that he had picked what looked like a rundown street bar. The floor and walls were peeling, and the tables looked worse than some of the ones that she had seen in the ring. And between the atmosphere and the patrons, she felt very out of place; although Dean seemed to fit in oh too well.

"Hey boss, what you having?" The bartender called as Dean started his way towards the bar.

"Double Jack and a Long Island for the lady." He ordered. "Are the pool tables free for all?"

"If it's open, it's yours."

"Thanks man." Dean nodded as he turned back towards her.

"Ordering for me already?" She said fighting the blush that was trying to work its way up to her face. "That's bold."

"It's not ordering for you if a Long Island is the only drink you ever get." He shook his head as he led her towards the back of the bar where three pool table were. She watched as Dean eyed up the tables before picking the one in the farthest corner.

"This ok?"

"Yeah, this is good." She said taking off her jacket and placing it on a stool of the nearest table to the pool table. Biting her bottom lip, she turned towards Dean. And a sudden overwhelming feeling hit her. And she didn't know what it was. "How…How about the show tonight?" She sighed as she rubbed her hands together trying to figure out what to do or say.

A smirk came to his face as he reminisced about what happened earlier tonight. "We showed both The Real American's and RybAxel what happens when you mess with the Shield.

"Yeah we did." She said wanting to punch herself because of how stupid she felt. She had gone out with Dean, Seth, and Roman before. They played pool before, had drinks with Dean before but adding the word date and taking out two of the three men that were normally here, made it feel like this was the first time she had meet Dean. Like this was just a blind date that Renee had set up for her.

Dean cleared his throat. "You want to rack up now or just chill for a bit." He asked, thankfully sounding as awkward as she felt.

"Um, why don't you go ahead and rack up." She said hoping the game would ease some of the tension.

Nodding his head, Dean walked over to the pool table, pulled the triangle out from underneath and started to rack the balls.

Still feeling half dazed she watched as he walked around the entire table and grabbed all of the balls out of the pockets. "You know, I didn't think I was going to be this nervous." She sighed.

Dean gave a little snicker as he looked up from what he was doing. "Why are you nervous?"

"I don't really know." She chuckled at herself. "I just am."

"You always find ways to surprise me." He shook his head.

"What do you mean?" She asked drawing her. How surprising could it be that she was nervous? She was always nervous.

"Earlier today you were gung-ho and were really aggressive, even while dealing with RybAxel and the Real Americans, but now with me you're nervous." He explained.

"It's not that I wasn't nervous today…" She sighed. "I've just come to terms that I can't just sit back and try to be 'Miss Goody Two Shoes' in this business and after what happened on Friday….I'm not just going to let them get away with what they did to you guys." She felt herself starting to feel angry just thinking about it.

No, no, no, I'm not letting them ruin this. She told herself as she shook her head trying to get her away from what happened on Friday.

"I was nervous, come on Ryback is a scary dude. But all that nervousness got over shadowed by all the emotions I were feeling during the show. It's a lot easier to hide when you're angry, but this." She pointed between the two of them. "This is a whole another ball game…hell this is a whole another sport."

She watched carefully as Dean let out a chuckle and he turned towards the wall that had about ten different cue sticks hanging on it. He reached out, grabbing one of the taller cue sticks and one that was just a little smaller.

Her heart started to race as he slowly made his way around the pool and over towards her. He didn't say a word, just held a small smirk on her face as he started as her with those blue orbs.

Suddenly a noise hit the table next to her, making her jump and glance down to see the two glasses that were just set down in front of her. "Can I get you guys anything else?" She heard the server ask as he glanced from her to Dean.

Dean quickly walked over and glanced down at the small apps menu that was in the middle of the table. "How about we grab a basket of chips?"

"Basket of chips?" The server sighed.

"That ok with you?" Dean turned towards her.

"Yeah." She gave her head a quick nod. "Chips, sounds good." She smiled at the server while stirring her drink with her straw. "Thank you."

As the server walked away, Dean reached down and grabbed his drink off the table. "You wanna know a secret?" He brought the glass up to his mouth.

"Sure." She looked up at him.

"I didn't think I was going to be this nervous either." He said as he took a long swing of his drink.

"What?" She blinked at him, wondering if she heard him wrong. "Did you say that you're nervous?"

"Am I not allowed to be nervous?" He asked putting his drink on the table.

"No, you're allowed." She glanced down at her drink. "I just didn't expect it. I mean…You're the ladies' man for the Shield."

She heard the long sigh that came from Dean and he leaned against the table slightly. "I really wish Roman and Seth never said that. Yeah I might have been a 'ladies' man' but 'that's a whole different sport from this.'"

A small laugh came from her as he used her words against her. "So…" She looked up at him. "Dean Ambrose is nervous to be on a date with me?"

"Don't go getting a big head about it." He chuckled before dropping his voice down to almost a whisper. "It's just I'm not known to be a people person, and I really don't want to mess this up."

Her eyes widened but before she could say anything, a cue stick was stuck out in her face. "You wanna break, or should I?"

"I broke last time." She said taking the stick that he was holding out for her.

Giving a nod, Dean walked over to the pool table without a word. As he turned from her gaze, she found herself relaxing. There was something calming about the fact that she wasn't the only one nervous.

Taking a deep breath, she watched as he leaned over the pool table and lined up his shot. She could tell that he was analyzing it carefully. After a bit of time, he hit the cue ball and sent it across the table and perfectly into the triangle of balls, scattering them around.

It was a good break.

As she watched the balls roll around on the table she smiled as she thought about the fact that right now Seth would make some comment about who he was surprised that Dean could focus like that. While Roman would say something about how he was surprised that Dean didn't already win.

Then Dean would make some slide remark that could either be taken as an insult or a joke. Then they would start 'fighting' though the smirks would never fall from their face.

Taking a sip of her drink, she stood up and made her way to the pool table. "So, how did you get away from Seth and Roman?"

"Told them the truth." Her head whipped around to look at the man as he walked past her. Her eyes widened as he looked back at her with a huge smirk on his face. "I told him that I was hitting up some chick at a bar."

The air froze in lungs as she walked around the pool table. Trying to keep a straight face, she raised a brow at him. "Some chick, So, I'm just some chick?"

"No." He didn't even hesitate. "But it was the quickest way to get them to let me go." He sighed. "As you said, I'm the ladies' man of the Shield."

"Huh-uh." She snickered as she looked around the table trying to figure out what her best shot was. "Did they just say, 'have fun' and let you go?" She asked as she took a shot to break up the balls a bit more.

"I wish, Roman yelled at me. Telling me that I better not be late for our flight tomorrow."

Not able to stop herself, she let out a snort as she walked back around the table. "Really?"

"Yeah…though I mean…there was a reason why he said A few times back in FCW, I didn't make the carpool." He sighed. "But that was before I had a manager; whose job it is to keep me on my toes and make sure that I don't miss the carpool or flights. Which kind of makes it hard for me to stay out all night."

"Your manager sound like a party pooper."

"Nah, it's fine." He shook his head. "I kind of have a thing for her, so I don't see myself going out like that anymore."

A blush rushed to her face. "Oh." She cleared her throat. She wasn't sure if he noticed how long term that sounded to her. I don't see myself going out like that anymore. Anymore had a very permit meaning.

"Um…So, are you excited to go to Roman's?" She asked trying to get her mind off the words that seemed to keep echoing in her head.

He slowly made his way back to the table. "Yeah." He nodded his head. "Always am. Ever since I started to travel with Roman, his family seemed to adopt me. His dad likes to call me an honorary Anoa'i." An almost proud look appeared on his face. "It's always nice to see them. Even though Galina lectures me to take care of myself better every time I'm there."

"At least someone does." She laughed.

"How about you, are you looking forwards to going home?" He asked

She nodded head. "Yeah, my mom and I are going to get ready to start our garden this year. We're going to be picking out the seeds we want to grow."

"Planting things already?" He frowned. "Isn't it a little early? It's still like freezing in PA."

"A little." She giggled. "But we have a greenhouse that we use to start the seeds before the weather warms up." She said taking a shot that sunk the ten ball into one of the pockets. "I'm stripes."

He nodded. "Gardening sounds like too much work."

"But it pays out." She sighed as the angle of the shot she just made was just off, so that the ball hit the edge of the pocket instead of going in.

"Eh, I'm still going to get my vegetables from the store."

"Home grown test better, and it's really not that hard; it's just like taking care of a house plant."

"Wouldn't know." He said as he switched places with her. "Never had to take care of a plant."

"Never?" She gave a fake gasp.

"Never."

"You didn't have to grow a bean plant in school for science class?"

"I would have had to be in class to do that." Dean said as he leaned against the pool table.

Frowning, Angel started to play with the straw in her drink. "I can't believe that you've never taken care of a plant."

He shrugged his shoulders. "If we had any plants in the house while growing up, they were either plastic or dead and now that I'm never home, it's hard to even think about having a plant."

She shook her head. "You don't know what you are missing."

"Maybe you can make me something home grown then?"

Another blush came to her face. Her heart fluttered. I don't see myself going out like that anymore. Her heart swelled. She still wasn't sure if Dean realized how long term that sounded, but at least he saw them being together until at least mid to late spring.

…

"You had a nose ring?" She gasped as she leaned across the table, trying to get a better look at his nose.

Dean turned his head and pointed towards his left nostril, where she could see a very small mark. "Believe it or not, I used to wear a hoop in my nose and in both ears."

"What made you take them out?"

"The nose ring was an impulsive thing and after a little bit of time, I just didn't want it anymore." He said popping a couple of chips into his mouth. "And the other earring, I just lost it one day while on the road and never put another one in."

Letting out at small chuckle, she finished off her drink. For some reason she wasn't the least bit surprised at the fact that Dean stopped wearing his other earing just because he lost it and was too lazy to put another one in.

Finishing her drink, she walked over to the pool table and looked at the five balls that were still on the green felt. Three of them were hers, leaving one being his and the last one being the eight ball.

As she tired to figure out her next move, her eyes drifted back up to the man who was sipping on his drink across the way. Squinting at him, she tried her hardest to imagine what he looked like with both ears and nose pierced but she couldn't.

"I still can't see you with a nose ring."

He looked over the top of his glass. "Everyone says that."

"Because it's true." She laughed. "The earring looks good but a nose ring…."

"So, you think that my earring looks good? That's good to know."

"What does that mean?" She cocked her head.

"It means that it's a good to know that you like my earring." He said just rephrasing the words.

Realizing she wasn't going to get her answer, Angel sighed and looked back at the pool table. Though as she tried to get her head back on the game, her mind kept going back to that small silver hoop. It was subtle, you really couldn't see it if you weren't looking for it, but man did it look good on him.

Not really caring about the game anymore, she took her turn and the cue ball went the completely opposite way that she wanted it to. Great. "Your turn." She said as she looked back at the table. That's when she noticed another Long Island Iced Tea sitting there waiting for her. "I didn't order another one?"

"I did." Dean said as he sank his last ball. Without looking up he walked around the pool table and lined up his next shot. "Eight pocket left corner pocket."

Rolling her eyes at him, she stirred the drink. Normally she wouldn't drink another Long Island after the first, but she would feel bad if she didn't at least attempt to drink some of it. She took a sip of the thing and cleared her throat. "So, we've gone over piercings now what about tattoos. Any hidden tattoos?"

"Nope." He answered as the eight ball made its trip right into the corner pocket, like he called. Her heard fluttered as Dean turned towards her with a cheesy smile on his face. He was so proud that he won the match. "Never been into tattoos before."

"Really?" She was surprised.

"I think tattoo should have a meaning and I'm not really the kind of person that wants things like that out there for all to see." He said as he made his way over towards her.

"That's why I said, 'hidden tattoos'."

"If I had a tattoo, it would have been really hard to hide." He picked up his drink. "I didn't always wear pants and a shirt in the ring."

She stifled a laugh as her mind drifted back to the picture of Dean in FCW that she had saw. He was telling the truth, his ring gear use to consisted of small trunks and knee pads. "I guess it would have been really hard to hid anything with your old trunks."

"Yeah and I'm not the kind of guy who gets tattoos on his ass or crotch."

"I didn't think that you were." She almost choked on her drink.

"What about you?"

"What?" She questioned.

"Do you have any piercing or tattoos?"

"Oh, I thought you were asking if I was the type of person to have a tattoo on my ass or crotch."

"I mean I don't know you that well." He snickered.

"No." She shook her head. "I don't have any tattoos and the only piercings I have are my ears, but I let them heal up a while ago."

D.D.D

"I've never made it to last call before." Angel laughed as they walked out of the bar.

"Never?" He asked as he slipped his jacket on.

"Nope." She over exaggerated her 'p'

Well he wasn't that surprised as he watched her dance around as they walked slowly down the sidewalk. He had never seen her this far gone but then again, he'd never seen her drink two and half glasses of Long Island Iced Tea.

She let out a strange squeal as she spun around the looked at him with that flushed face of hers. A wide smile was plastered on her face. He shook his head but couldn't help to smile back at her.

"Well I'm glad that I could be part of your first time."

"I'm glad you were too." She bit her lip and did a small twirl.

"You're feeling really good, aren't you?" He laughed at her.

"Yeah, I had a bit too much." She said as her smile turned into a small pout. "I am still mad that you payed for my bill."

He reached out and stopped her from tripping over her own two feet. "This was a date, right?" He said as he helped her stand. "Isn't that kind of a thing? You know the man paying for the bill, right?"

"Kind of." She shrugged. "I mean…. it's a thiiing but not reeeeally anymore." Her voice slurred together as that smile reappeared on her face.

"You can always pay me back if you want to?" As the words left his mouth, Angel's hand shot to her pocket and pulled out her wallet. "I was joking." He grabbed her arm to stop her. "I'm serious, it's fine."

"Fiiiine, as long as I pay next time." She huffed as she put her wallet back into her pocket.

"Oh, so there's going to be a next time?" He smirked.

Her flushed face grew darker as she bit her lip. "I mean…I was kind of hoping."

He had to stifle a groan as a shot of excitement rushed through him. Swallowing hard, he wrapped his arms around Angel's shoulders. "Alright, next time you pay," He told her trying to get his mind off of just how cute she had looked. But then his was greeted with another look that surprised him, a look of pride.

"I'll hold you to that."

"I'm sure you will." He gave a small chuckle. "We're going to have a three-course meal, right?"

"Right." She chuckled as she pushed his arm off her shoulder. "As long as you don't mine the three courses being from McDonalds."

"I can handle McDs."

…

"Remember this was your fault." Angel said as they rushed into the hotel lobby. "This is the second time I said that we should have gotten a taxi or something." She said rubbing her hands together.

"The walk isn't long enough to get a ride."

"But it's cold enough for one." She said sounding a lot less drunk then she was before. About halfway to the hotel the wind started to pick up and the chill seemed to sober her right up.

Shrugging his shoulders, Dean made his way towards the elevators. "You could have gotten a ride." He told her even as he cursed his leather jacket for being frozen stiff.

"I should have." She laughed.

"If you did, you would still be sitting in that taxi." He told her. "We are in New York."

"Yeah but I would be warm sitting in that car." She pushed the button for her floor.

As the doors closed, he became suddenly over aware that it was just the two of them in the cramped lift. And that for the first time tonight, they were truly alone.

As his eyes met hers, something in his gut twisted. Those hazel orbs seemed to super charge him as her wind whipped cheeks grew darker. As if she realized the same thing he did, Angel dropped her head slightly so that she had to look up at him through her lashes and bit her bottom lip. The air in his lungs froze.

Ding. The elevator door opened and the sudden intimate feeling between the two of them vanished. His body was confused as Angel stepped away from him. Like it was expecting more. He gave an internal shake of his head before looking back up to see that Angel was holding the lift door open with her foot.

"Well…" She sighed as a look of disappointment and longing appeared on her face, and he's mind turned over. "I had a great…"

Before she could say another word, he reached out and grabbed her arm. Not thinking, not caring, he pulled her down the hallway towards her room. Even as he knew that she was having to walk double time to keep up, he couldn't stop, couldn't slow down. He needed to get them to a private place, and now.

When they reached her room, he expected her to question why he just ripped her arm out of the socket and pulled her down the hallway at mock speed. Though his eyes widened as she practically ripped her wallet out of her pocket and pulled out her room key to unlock the door.

Two seconds later, he wasn't sure how, they were in her room; his arms wrapped around her waist and hers thrown over his shoulders, while their mouths franticly met in the middle.

He groaned as he felt her small hands grip hard onto his shoulders as she used him to keep herself up on her toes. Smirking, he moved his arms from around her waist, and stuck them under her ass, using them to pick her up. A gasp came from the woman in his arms as she pulled back from him slightly.

Giving her a wink, he leaned forward and gave her a peck on her lips. Much to his surprise when he went to pull his head back, she followed him trying to keep the contact. Good girl. Dean let out a hearty laugh as he sank into the kiss.

Holding her tighter against him, he slowly made his way to the main part of the room. Peeking out with one eye, Dean saw that there were two beds, one was completely cleaned with no signs of anyone using it while the other had a small bad that he recognized at the very top by the pillows.

Renee must have already left for the break and he thank god she did. No more interruptions.

Letting his eyes slide close once again he turned his attention back into the kiss. To those soft, sweet lips that were moving franticly against his own.

That was until Angel pulled back slightly, her chest heaving against his as she tried to catch her breath.

When those hazel orbs opened, their eyes locked, and as much as he didn't want to overwhelm her, the need to keep kissing her was irresistible. He needed his lips against her. Needed to taste her.

Fighting the urge as he tried to let her catch her breath, his eyes danced around until they landed on her jaw line. As if pulled by a magnate, his head drifted forward until his mouth found where his eyes were locked on. Her warming skin felt so soft, so smooth, so right under his mouth as he left a line of kisses and nips against her. When he reached her ear, a small high-pitched nose echoed in his ear.

His brain shut down as his head jerked back and he looked at her face. Her kiss reddened lips were open slightly and she was looking at him through half lidded eyes.

"Dean?" She whispered.

"God, you're beautiful." The words poured from his mouth before he even realized. However, when he did register what he had said, all he could do was agree. She was beautiful. He has always known that. Always thought that. Though in his moment, she was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen. Which both terrified and excited him.

A small whining noise came from her this time as she leaned forward and hid her face against his shoulder. "I just said that you are beautiful, and you go and hide your face?"

"Don't call me that." She mumbled against his leather jacket.

"Don't call you what?" He said as he leaned back a bit, trying to get a glance at her face. He wanted to see that blush that he knew was painting her cheeks. "Beautiful?"

She nodded her head slightly, rubbing her face against his jacket.

Not able to see her, he let out a sigh and took two steps towards the end of her bed. Adjusting his hold on her, he dropped her down on the thing with a gentle powerbomb and chuckled as a small squeal came from her as she crashed down on the bed.

A.A.A

Angel's eyes widened as she bounced on the bed, landing flat on her back looking up at Dean who was hovering over her. Her mind went blank as she looked up at the smirk that was on her face. It was dark with a hint of mischievousness and boy did it send a chill up her back.

"No hiding now." His voice was raspy. "I wanna see your face." Those blue eyes were locked on her and she couldn't help but feel so vulnerable. It was like she couldn't escape if she tried, like she was a prey. His prey. His. Her heart stopped.

Can't think.

Ripping her eyes from him, she glanced around the room trying to find a way to escape those eyes; if only just for a moment, just long enough that she could think. Her eyes landed on one of the pillows that sat on the top her bed. With a last-ditch effort, she threw her arms up and tired her hardest to grab one of them; though just as her fingers grazed against the edge of the pillow, it was gone.

Her eyes followed the movement of the pillow, to see Dean throwing it to the ground. "I said no hiding."

"Then stop looking at me like that." The words fell from her mouth.

His brow rose slowly and he cocked his head. "Stop looking at you like what?"

She searched her brain for some answer, but those blue orbs were still doing their job of robbing her of her thoughts. "Like that." She said pointing up at his face. "Like I'm yours."

When she finally registered what she had said, clamped her eyes shut and threw her arm over them. Why did she say that? She felt like a fool. Why the hell did I have to say that?

Chastising herself, she almost missed when the bottom of the bed dipped. But she couldn't miss the feeling as something warm brushed up against her legs. Even with her eyes closed, she knew what that movement meant, Dean Ambrose was looming over her on the bed.

The urge to open her eyes was great but she was too embarrassed to even take a peek.

"You don't like the thought of being mine?" Dean raspy voice and warm breath made her eyes snap open. And what a sight greeted her.

Her eyes landed on Dean's large, broad shoulders. The scent of cold leather rushed her fast, making her dizzy. Looking around, she realized that he was completely covering her. To her right of her head was one of those strong arms and to her left all she could see was a bunch of messy curly brown hair and that small silver earring.

She heard the leather ripple as he moved slowly above her until his face was now in front of hers. "Well?" He asked as he sat up so that he was kneeling above her. "I asked you, if you didn't like the thought of being mine."

Heat rushed her. "It…it's…it's not that." She stammered.

"It's not?" She shook her head quickly. "Then what is it?" He asked.

She took a deep breath and glanced away from him. "It's overwhelming. I'm not used to being looked at like that. It makes my heart race so fast that it's hard to breathe. It gets so hard to think and that's scares me." She rambled. "It scares me how much I like you."

She waited for something, anything to happen. But nothing happened, the man above her didn't move, didn't make a sound.

Curiosity got the better of her and slowly she brought her eyes back to look at Dean. His face was almost unreadable, other than his eyes. There was a warmth in them, one that made her shiver even though her body was hot.

"Dean?" She whispered.

He blinked as he pushed himself up and over her so that he was now sitting on the edge of the bed. "You really are beautiful." He gave a small smile. "Too beautiful." He ran his fingers through his hair.

Like a flip of a switch, Dean's demeanor changed back to his normally self as he stood up from the bed and gave his shoulder a roll. The small smile that was on his face turned into his usual smirk as he turned back towards her. "Damn, it's getting late."

What? She slowly sat up in the bed, so that she was leaning on her arms. "Dean?"

"I should get back to my room before Roman starts to call." He said pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Ice drenched her, as she realized that he was leaving. What happened? Why the sudden change? Did she say something wrong? She wasn't even really sure what she had said to him. Her mouth just rambled without a thought. "Did I do something…"

"No." He didn't let her finish. "No, you didn't do anything wrong." He leaned back down towards her, putting a hand on her face. His skin was cool, but it left a warmness on her cheek. "I know that you're not the type of person to do anything on a first date. Which is fine. Even if you hundred percent wanted to do anything tonight, I wouldn't."

She went to open her mouth, but he quickly covered it with his finger.

"One because you had a bit to drink tonight and I don't want anything to happen because of that." His voice dropped down. "I don't want you to regret anything that happens."

A small smile came to her face as she leaned into the warmth of his hand. "You're a lot more caring then some people would think."

"The lunatic, bad boy, ladies' man of the Shield, label does that." He sighed. "And they wouldn't be wrong. If you would have known me about a year ago, you would know that this is completely different then I am normally." She inhaled sharply as he leaned in and gave her a small kiss to the top of the head. "But you know; It scares me how much I like you."

MissyMoxy: I hope you enjoy the date! I think they would have gotten to it at some point. It would have taken a bit longer though

Labinnacslove: I hope you enjoy the date! And yes silly Kane

Canadice: I'm so glad that you were happy with the long chapter. I hope you like this one, more Dean and Angel interaction

HugKnuckles: I hope it was worth the wait!