Hey welcome to chapter Sixty Two! I hope you enjoy!

Saturday: April 19, 2014 / Sunday: April 20, 2014/ Monday Night Raw: April 21, 2014

Edited: 1/12/2020

Chapter Sixty Two

Dean slowly followed Angel down to the dining room the smell of fresh pizza filled the air, and even though his stomach was growling; he found himself more preoccupied by everything around him.

It was weird feeling to be surrounded by a girlfriend's past and family life, but he had to say that he enjoyed seeing the pictures of Angel as a child that littered the place. They had his eyes darting every which way. From a picture of her in a kiddy pool with a huge smile on her face while holding up some pool toys, to a very awkward looking school photo of her with braces.

However, the one that got him to stop was a picture of her and who he assumed to be her father at a WWE show. Angel was in an old oversized Hardy Boys' shirt, while holding a small handmade belt, that looked like it had seen better days.

"Dean?" He heard her call for him.

"Coming." He answered back as he pulled himself from the picture and made his way into the dining room.

As soon as he entered the room, his eyes locked onto the selection of pizza that sat on the table; there was white, cheese, pepperoni and what looked like a meat lovers' pizza.

"I went a little overboard…" Angel's mother said with a guilty look on her face. "So, eat up!"

After a moment of all three of them standing there awkwardly, Angel pointed over to the chair across from her. "Go ahead and sit down." She told him. "What would you like to drink?"

"Water would be great." He said as he rounded the table.

Smiling, Angel disappeared into the kitchen, leaving him and her mom alone. Great.

He had to stop himself from gulping. "Everything smells great…um" Dread filled him, and he wanted to punch himself in face for it. How was it that he just now realized that he didn't know what call Angel's mom? Why the hell didn't he ask what her name was? Now he looked like a fool.

"Evelyn." She said without battling eyelash. "And I hope you like it. It's a tradition in this family to have some junk food before a 'formal' dinner."

Dean nodded as he tried to burn the name Evelyn into his mind. "If it's as good as it smells, then I'm sure I'll love it."

"One water and an iced tea." Angel came bouncing back into the room, placing a glass of water in front of him, before placing the bottle of tea in front of her mom, then lastly placing a can of coke at her chair. "Everything ok?" Angel glanced around.

Yeah, just feeling like a right ass here. "Just waiting for you." He pulled his chair out and sat down.

Angel raised a brow at him but sat down as well. "God, Mom you really outdid yourself this time." She laughed as she reached across the table and grabbed a slice of the white pizza.

"Well, I didn't know what kind of pizza that Mr. Dean Ambrose here liked so I made a couple different kinds."

Pursing his lips together, Dean shook his head. "I'll eat whatever you put in front of me." He told her as he grabbed a slice of meat lovers and white.

"Something smells good!" A deep voice called through the house and Dean couldn't stop himself from gulping this time. All of a sudden, a nicely dressed man with slicked back brown hair stepped out from the kitchen.

"Look who's home!" Evelyn said pointing towards the two of them.

The man's eyes instantly landed on Angel and a huge smile appeared on his face. "Hey, little one."

Angel jumped out of her chair and gave her dad a hug. "Hi Dad."

Giving a hard shake of his head, Dean quickly stood from his chair, wiped his hand off on his pants and held it out for Angel's father. "Sir." Dean cursed as the word barely came out of his mouth.

"Chris." The man nodded as he shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you, Dean."

"Nice to meet you." He said like an automatic answering machine.

"So, how was work." Evelyn asked her husband which thankfully drew all attention away from the fact that he was still standing there like a fool, with his hand slightly extended from the handshake.

Chris turned away from him and looked at his wife. "Work was good." He answered.

"This was a really easy birth with a second time mother."

"Oh, I'm glad. Early labor is scary, at least she knew what she was getting into this time." Evelyn said as she grabbed her husband's arm. "Go wash your hands so we can eat."

"Yes ma'am." He smiled at his wife. The man took two steps towards the kitchen only to turn around. "Dean, want something to drink?"

"Nah, I'm good." He said holding up his glass of water.

Chris shook his head. "I mean a drink. You don't seem to be a water man. You would like a beer or something harder?"

He couldn't help the smirk that works its way onto his face. "A beer, sounds good." Angel's dad gave a laugh as he disappeared into the kitchen.

Dean heard a small giggle from across the table to see Angel staring at him while she took a sip of her drink. He cocked his head at her, and she mouthed the word relax.

Great. He hated that even she could tell he was tense.

"Here." He heard Chris say as a bottle of beer was set down in front of him.

"Thanks." He cleared his throat.

"So, how was your guys' flight?"

"Good." Angel answered her father. "It was nice to have a short flight for once."

"Did your mom get to embarrass you?"

"No!" She shook her head. "And thank God. Did you see the sign she made this time?" She pointed out towards the living room.

Angel's dad looked from Evelyn back to his daughter. "Brownie points, I told your mom not to use that photo."

"Hey!" Evelyn smacked her husband. "It's the only picture I have of the two of you and it's framed so nicely."

Well he had to agree with that, he had seen more pictures and replays of their kiss at WrestleMania than the Double Triple Powerbomb.

"I'm glad that you guys were able to make it." Angel's dad tried to change the subject. "We were really worried about if you going to show up because of what happened on Monday, especially since we didn't see you on the show on Friday."

Dean's pride let out a snicker. "That, that was nothing. Me and boys were good to go by Tuesday."

"Ah…" Angel intervened. "I'll give you…" She thought about it. "I'll give you Wednesday."

"Wednesday, Tuesday, point is we were good to go by Friday. The Authority kept us off the show just to flaunt their power." He said as he felt himself growing heated by just thinking about it.

"Speaking of the Authority," I rather not. "what are you guys going to do about your match against Evolution?"

From across the table, Dean heard a small groan came from Angel; one that was justified but at the same time he couldn't help but find cute. "You mean the match that has your daughter seething?"

"I'm not seething." She defended herself. "I just don't understand why they going to keep going over my head and making matches that I have no idea about until they are announced."

"That match?" Dean took drink to hide his smirked.

"Yeah, that one." Her dad did the same.

"We're going to show them that the Shield isn't someone you want to mess with and that what they did on Monday won't keep us down."

"Good answer." Her dad nodded his head.

The conversation turned into stories about Angel's childhood, the time that she almost fainted when meeting Lita at a convention, about how she and her cat growing up were best friends, and about how she cried when she got the call from WWE saying that she got the job.

And as happy as he was hearing all about Angel and as happy as he was watching her get flustered at the same time, he was truly happy to not have to talk about himself at the moment.

Though that quickly changed as her dad asked where he was from. "So, you're a Cincinnati boy?"

"Born and raised." Dean answered as Angel took his empty plate from under him. "Thanks." She smiled at him before joining her mom in the kitchen.

"Is Cincinnati's weather as crazy as P.A.'s?" Chris asked as he leaned back in his chair and sipped his beer.

"Yeah, pretty much." He nodded. "Though I'm not really sure anymore. I moved as soon as I was signed to the WWE."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, well at first I move down to Florida because that's where their developmental is." He cleared his throat. "Then after I was on the main rooster for a bit, I moved to Las Vegas."

"Las Vegas?" Her dad laughed. "That's a fun place to live."

"Yeah, there's a really nice energy down there."

"Is there? Evelyn and I haven't ever been there. We're not really into gambling."

Dean chuckled. "There's more than just gambling. If you ever come down, I'll show you around."

"Evelyn!" Chris called over his shoulder.

"What!"

"Wanna go to Las Vegas? I got us a tour guide."

A laugh came from the kitchen. "Sounds good, Sweetie. I'll start packing our bags."

A.A.A

"Go see if Dean wants coffee or tea." Angel's mom told her as she prepared a cup for her and her dad.

"Alright." She answered even though Dean wasn't a coffee after dinner type of person. Making her way out of the kitchen she saw that Dean and her dad had moved into the living room.

"You see, we worry so much about her." She heard her dad say in a hushed tone.

"I'm sure you do."

"That's why I think it would be better if she was just a backstage manager." Her father's words made her stomach fall as she pasted herself to the wall.

"I can see where you're coming from, but I don't think that that's a good idea." Dean answered.

"How is keeping her away from the ring a bad idea? It keeps her safe and she won't have to deal with people like Randy Orton."

Dean took a deep breath. "She belongs with the Shield, wherever we are. It's actually safer that way, if she's with us we can keep an eye on her."

"Yeah, like on Monday."

Angel had to bite her tongue to stop herself from gasping out loud. She knew that her father was trying to press Dean's buttons to get him to agree with him, but to pull that one…

"You're right." Dean's voice got a little bit more aggressive. "I can't help things like what happened on Monday and during this new feud we're in with Evolution I can't promise that it won't happen again. But what I can say is having her sit backstage isn't much better. People are still able to mess with her there."

She had to fight the urge to look at her dad's reactions to Dean's words. "Plus, I've tried that once, she didn't like it." He added.

"Keeping her safe is more important…"

"Sir." Dean said trying to sound respectful. "Have you ever been yelled at by your daughter? I have, it's not fun. Trust me when I say, what she says goes because she's the boss."

I am? She questioned that.

"I know that I said that I can't promise you that what happened on Monday won't happen again but I can promise you that I will fight to protect your daughter with everything that I am." Dean's voice dropped to an almost deadly deep tone and it sent chills down her.

"Angel! Does he want coffee or not?" Her mom called, reminding her what she was supposed to be doing and that wasn't eavesdropping on her father and boyfriend.

Blushing, she pulled herself away from the wall and peaked into the living room to see both men staring at her. "Coffee?"

"Nah, I'm good." Dean said as one side of his mouth curled into a telling smirk.

"He's good." She called back to her mom with a dry laugh.

…

"Oh shit!" Her dad sighed before sitting smacked by his wife. "I mean, shoot."

Angel snickered, she knew that the only reason her mom made him correct himself was due to the fact that Dean was here but if they only knew how much the man cursed, they wouldn't bother. Half the time she wondered how they kept audio from the matches at all.

"It's getting late." Her dad finished.

Glancing down at her lap where her phone was sitting, she saw that it was already past ten.

"This old man needs to go to bed." Her dad laughed as he stood up.

Looking almost like it was out of reflex, Dean stood too. "You know that sounds good."

The two of them shook hands before Angel stood and gave her dad a hug. "Night." She smiled at him.

"Good night you two." He said back as her mom grabbed onto her husband's arm.

As soon as the two of them were up the stairs and out of view, Dean let out a huge sigh.

"That bad?"

He shook his head as he looked back at her. "Wasn't that bad at all."

"Good, I'm glad." She said pulling her hands on his arm.

All of a sudden, the look on Dean's face changed and so did the tone in his voice. "Alright, out with it. How much of our conversation did you here?"

"I'm going to guess all of it." She answered truthfully.

"Your dad is really worried about you."

"I know."

"It makes me feel a little guilty." He shifted in his spot.

"Why?"

"Shouldn't a guy be able to protect their girlfriend."

"You don't think that you do?" She asked almost baffled. "What about all that stuff with Bray?"

"You got locked in a closet."

"You got me out."

"Angel."

"Dean."

He shook his head at her.

"Hey, I'm telling you not to worry about that." She said as she tried to keep a straight face. "And you have to listen to me because I'm the boss."

"Imma regret that aren't I?"

"Maybe." She let the smirk slip. "Now what the boss says is, her dad was right and it's time for bed."

"Does that make you an old woman?"

She slapped him on the arm. "No, just a girl who had been running nonstop and needs a little rest." She defended herself making him smile. "Besides if I'm an old woman you're an old man."

"Oh, I know I am."

Giving a roll of her eyes, they started up the stairs. When they got to the top, they stopped in front of the guest room. "Remember, today was just a test run, tomorrow is the real deal." She warned him as she leaned against the door frame. "My grandparents will be here, my uncle and aunt and their kids. Pretty much the whole family." He nodded. "And warning my grandma likes to interrogate."

"Sounds like I'm going to have my hands full." He said stopping right in front of her.

"Oh yeah." She nodded her head as he looked across the hallway at her art covered doorway.

Dean let out a sigh and leaned against the door. "Are you really going to do this?" He asked.

"What?"

"You're trying to sleep in separate beds."

That was what she was trying to do. "I mean, isn't it awkward…?"

"It's not like we're going to have sex."

"Dean!" She gave a quiet yell.

"What?"

She shook her head. "It's still awkward."

"How?" He leaned forward. "Your mom already knows that we share a bed when on the road."

"Yeah but…"

"No butts," He said as he pushed himself off the wall. "Unless it's yours getting into that bed." She went to say something but without warning he grabbed her and flipped her around so that she was laying over his shoulder; like he was going to powerslam her.

"Dean! Wait! Stop!" She watched as he got closer to the bed.

"You better tuck your head in." He told her as he paused at the side of the bed.

She let in a little squeal as she felt him flip her around. When she hit the mattress, the bed squeaked and she let out a giggle. As she got control of herself she went to crawl away, however before she could move Dean climbed on her and pinned her to the bed.

"One, two, three." He kissed her nose. "I win."

"Quiet down, some of us are trying to sleep!" Her father's voice echoed through the hall.

Angel's eyes widened as she looked at the door.

"You got us in trouble." Dean said as he sat up on his haunches.

"Me?" She pointed at herself as she looked up at the man who was straddling her legs.

"You were the one being loud."

"You were the one who powerslammed me."

A smirk hit his face as he rolled off her and onto the other side of the bed. "Hey, it got you in the bed."

"You know I could just leave?"

"Try it."

D.D.D

Like an automatic switch, his body woke itself up. Letting his eyes crack open, Dean looked around the unfamiliar place. When his eyes landed on Angel who was curled up in a ball sleeping next to him, he remembered where he was.

Giving a sleepy smirk, he rolled towards her and tried his hardest to go back to bed, but he couldn't. His body was itching to move, ready for a workout that wasn't going to happen. After a few moments of lying there trying to figure out what to do, he let out a sigh and got up. Maybe he could at least go for a run.

Slowly, he got out of bed and got dressed in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. Giving one more look at the girl in the bed, he made his way out of the room.

Much to his surprise as he got down the stairs there were lights on and he could hear music coming from the kitchen. Cocking his head, Dean walked over to see Angel's mom working around the kitchen, dancing and singing.

"Oh!" She turned suddenly. "Good morning."

"Good morning."

"You're up early." She said as she walked over to the sink and started to work on something inside.

"Yeah, my internal clock wouldn't let me sleep any longer." He sighed, "It just kept screaming at me to work out."

"Ah." She nodded her head as she glanced over to her shoulder. "It's probably not what you're used to, but my husband has a at home gym in the basement. There's a treadmill, some weights, and a stationary bike. You're welcome to use them if you want."

Dean nodded his head. "Thank you, I might just do that."

"The door next to the stairs is the one to the basement." She said as she went back to fighting with what was in the sink. "Oh, and the light switch is at the top of the stairs, to the right." She said gritting her teeth.

"Need help?" He asked as he stepped a little closer.

Evelyn sighed and stepped back. "You know what, I do." She sighed and wiped her hand off on her apron. "Can you lift this out?"

Walking over, Dean eyed up the large ham that barley fit in the sink. He reached down and lifted the thing with a grunt. "Man, how many people are coming today? This thing could feed most of the roster." He said as he moved it to where she was pointing. "I say most because there are some big boys who could eat this thing whole."

After giving a laugh, Evelyn shrugged. "I might have gone a little bit overboard."

"A little?" He chuckled as he started out of the kitchen. However, something stopped him. Turning around he gave a slight sigh as he watched Angel's mom run around the kitchen trying to get everything in order.

"Need any more help?"

"Thought you were going to work out?" She looked up.

"Have me lift that ham a few more times and I'll be good."

"Well then, how good are you at peeling potatoes?"

A.A.A.

Angel let out a yawn as she rolled over in the bed. Only opening her eyes when she realized that Dean wasn't next to her. Giving her arms a stretch, she turned and looked at the old alarm clock next to the bed and figured that he had probably gone out for a morning run.

Angel sighed as she pulled herself out of the bed and made her way downstairs to the kitchen where her mom was humming as she stirred what looked like a huge bowl of potatoes.

"Morning."

"Good morning, Dear."

With another stretch of her body, she walked up to mom and kissed her on the cheek. "So, what needs done."

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

Her mom shook her head with a huge smile on her face. "Nope! all I have is the potatoes and then when everyone gets here, I'll throw the corn in."

"I told you that I would help." Angel said feeling guilty that she did everything alone. "If you were wanting to get everything done early, you could have just woken me up."
"Don't worry sweetie. I didn't do it all by myself, I had a really good helper." When Angel raised her brow, her mom finished. "Dean came down this morning and gave me a hand."

"He did?"

"He did."

Angel found herself wishing she had gotten up earlier even more. Just to catch a glimpse of Dean helping her mom out would have been a sight.

"Speaking of which, where is Dean?"

"Downstairs, using your father's gym equipment."

Angel nodded her head. She should have known. "So, you don't need me?"

"Nope. I'm good."

"Ok then." Angel staggered backwards slightly. "If you think of anything let me know."

"Will do."

Without another word, she made her way out of the kitchen and over to the door that led down to the basement. As soon as she opened it, she could hear the rhythmic sound of someone running on the treadmill.

Well wasn't wrong about the morning run. She thought to herself as she made her way down the steps. When Dean's back came into view, she stopped in mid stride. She watched as he used the treadmill harder than it most certainly had ever been used before. Watched as sweat dripped down his back slicking his skin; making it glisten in the fluorescent light.

"Hey, sleeping beauty." Dean grunted without even looking over his shoulder.

"Hey." She yawned as she leaned against the railing, enjoying the show in front of her. Only to be disappointed that it didn't last longer as he slowed down until the thing was barely moving before stepping off.

He then reached down to grab what she realized was her old high school water bottle off the floor. He took a hardy sip from it before pouring a little bit over his head, letting it trickle down his face, chest, and back.

As he stood there almost eerily still for himself, Angel realized what was about to happen. And as if on cue, the man shook his head like a dog, spraying water every which way.

Laughing, Angel pushed herself away from the stairs and walked up to him. "I heard you had a busy morning." She told him as she wiped a drip of water off his face. "Thank you for that, by the way."

"For what?" He asked as he ran in his fingers through his bangs that were matted with both sweat and water.

"For helping my mom this morning."

"You don't need to thank me for that."

"Yes, I do." She smiled at him. "You don't know how much that meant to her."

"Hey, no good man, would just watch her wrestle with that ham like she was." He shook his head, sending more water flying. "I mean that thing weights more than Ryback."

"Didn't I tell you she went a little overboard?"

"You did." He said as he picked his shirt off the floor. "Oh hey, I've been thinking; next time we got some time off you should come over to my place." Angel's jaw hit the floor as she replayed Dean's nonchalant words in her head over and over. "I mean if that's ok."

Realizing she was just standing there looking at him with her mouth gaped open, she quickly nodded her had. "Yeah, yeah." She cleared her throat. "Of course that's ok, I was just a little surprised."

"Why?" He cocked his head.

"It just seems like the thought was a little out of the blue."

Dean shrugged. "Just something I thought about while working out." Then a look of pure masculinity hit his face as he stepped forward. "And you know, I just thought it would be nice to go somewhere where we won't have any interruption."

…

"Angel!" Renee Young's voice rang through the loading dock of the Baltimore Arena. Angel turned towards the sound to see the blond walking up towards her with a huge smile on her face.

"Hey." Angel laughed as the woman stopped in front of her. "What's up."

"Don't 'what's up' me." The woman shook her head as she reached out and grabbed Angel's arm. "Spill it. How did Easter go?"

Angel let out a snicker as she grabbed her bag with her free hand and moved out of the way of the open bay doors. "I mean it went well. My family seemed to really like Dean and he said that he like them, so I mean that's good, right."

"Oh, come on." Renee gave a small whine. "No juicy details?"

"Not really." She shook her head. "I mean, my grandma called Dean 'Hot Buns' all day so that was a little weird but other than that, it was just a normal Easter dinner." With my WWE Superstar of a boyfriend. She let out a small sigh as she thought back to it.

Yeah, Easter went just fine. Really it did. At least it did once everyone got over how big he was. Her little cousins stopped and stared at him for five minutes straight like he was a mystical beast that was more than ten feet tall.

D.D.D.

"You're holding out on us." Roman accused as he shut the trunk of the rental car.

"There's nothing to tell you." Dean let out a sigh as he reached down and grabbed his bag off the ground. When he looked up, he saw his brother-in-arms looking at him with disbelief in their eyes. "I'm serious."

"Really? Nothing."

"Nothing."

"Well how did meeting her parents go?"

"Fine. Her mom seemed to be really excited and her dad was…like a dad."

Roman let out a laugh as they started towards the arena. "I know what that means."

"It doesn't mean anything." Dean told him. "He was cool and just asked about how we plan on handling what happened last week and wanted to make sure that his daughter was safe with us."

"So, he didn't sit in his favorite chair while cleaning his gun and talking about how much he loves Angel?" Seth asked.

"Nah, nothing like that." Dean shook his head. "He just told me that he rather Angel sit backstage instead of coming down to the ring with us."

Roman frowned. "I mean, can you blame him? If I had to witness Jojo having to do anything like what Angel had to last week, I probably would say the same."

"If Jojo had to go through what Angel did last week, those men wouldn't be alive."

"That's true." Roman laughed. "If Randy ever puts his hands on Jojo…"

Seth put his hand on Roman's shoulder. "Wow, man. Don't work yourself up."

"Yeah, save if for the show."

Letting out a small laugh, the three of them made their way backstage.

"What the hell do you mean I can't go in!"

Skovko: Yeah the family visit went smooth I think. No dad waits until afterwards to give a little roast.

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