Chapter Seventy Three. I'm not sure if I made Dean beg as much as you all wanted me to, I swear you guys had it out for the poor man! lol.
Smackdown: May 9, 2014
Edited: 2/4/2020
Chapter Seventy Three
Dean took a deep breath and gave a shake of his head as he unlocked the hotel room door. He wasn't ready to face Angel, not after being such an asshole to her. But he needed to talk to her. Needed to say he was sorry.
He hated to admit it but, Roman was right. he ended saying and doing the wrong thing to the wrong person and was now regretting it. God, it shouldn't have taken Angel screaming at him for him to realize that he had messed up, that he was being a compete ass, but it did.
Taking another deep breath, he slowly opened the door and stepped into the dark room. His eyes landed right where the light from the hallway illuminated the small bundle that laid on the far side of the bed.
Sighing he took the step into the room and let the door close quietly behind him.
As he stumbled around in the dark, he kept his eyes locked on Angel, only looking away when he glanced down at her bare feet that were sticking out from under the blanket and noticed that there was a melted icepack sitting under her bruised foot. Carefully as he possible could, he lifted her foot and grabbed the pack before tossing it on the dresser next to the TV.
He then turned back toward the woman in the bed and gave a small pull on the blanket she was wrapped in so that he could cover her feet. After he was satisfied with how he tucked her in, Dean made his way over to his bag and pulled out what he was going to wear to bed.
He managed to get his clothes on, even with every fiber of his being screaming at him to quit moving. Giving his back one last stretch he slid himself under the covers and turned towards Angel.
Almost instantly he realized that she was pretending to be asleep. He had woken up next to this woman many times to know the peaceful why she looked and breathed when she slept, and this wasn't it.
"Angel?" He felt his chest well up when she didn't move to acknowledge him. He knew that this was exactly what he had done to her. "Angel please, can we talk?" Nothing. "I know you're not sleeping." He told her, though she didn't answer. "Please, I just want to talk."
An annoyed snicker came from the girl beside him, but she did turn her head to look over her shoulder at him. "So now you want to talk."
"I deserve that." He sighed and rubbed the overgrown stubble on his face. He did deserve that and anything she else was going to throw at him. "Angel, look I'm sorry. I really am. I didn't mean to be such a total asshole tonight. I'm angry and took it out on you, and that was wrong of me. I'm sorry." He knew he couldn't stop the rambling, but there weren't enough words in his rubbish vocabulary that could sum up how sorry he was neatly. "I didn't mean to snap at you. I didn't…"
She shook her head cutting him off. "You think I'm mad because you yelled at me?"
"Yeah, sorta." He foolishly agreed.
"Dean, you yell all the time." She pointed out. "I don't care about that. I'm used to that. I rather you scream at me then ignore me and rip away from me like I'm burning you or something."
Dean heart twisted slightly as he heard her words. He knew she was telling the truth, knew that he had acted as if her touched hurt him or disgusting him but that was far from the truth.
"I'm sorry." He began again not really sure what else to say. "I just. I just…When I get pissed off, I get lost in my head and can't seem to get out." She gave him a look of 'tell me something I don't know'.
"When I realized that I had lost the title, I felt like a failure, a fuck up. I felt like I deserved all the pain I was in and needed it to remind myself what if felt like to lose." He tired his hardest to explain. "It had been a very long time since I lost something that big. The US title was my first crack at being a champion in WWE and I fucked up and lost it."
"I wanted to remember how it felt, the pain, the anger, the disappointment, but every time you touched me or looking up at me with those big beautiful eyes of yours, all the pain in my body goes away, all the anger just evaporated. Which was why I couldn't let you touch me. Because I couldn't let the pain and anger go away, I needed it." He sighed.
"Needed it like a sick addiction that has followed me around since I was younger. I forgot that not everyone is used it like Roman and Seth are. I forgot that…" He reached out slowly giving her time to reject his touch before running his thumb on her cheek. "I forgot that I now have someone that I can't just push away because I'm pissed off at myself." He felt the corner of his lip twitch as she leaned into his hand.
"This all sounds like a stupid excuse but it's true. I need to realize that I can't handle this the same way I used to."
"And what was that."
"By beating myself up, drink until I'm numb, and finding girls to take everything out on." Dean couldn't miss the slight pink hue that crept onto her face. "I call it the 'you fucked up trio'." He smirked when Angel gave a small chuckle.
"Now normally you can do the three in any order or just by themselves. But me, I'm the type of weirdo who does them like it's a rotation." He realized that she was confused about what he was saying when She drew her brows together. "I beat myself up until all I can feel is pain, then it's time to drink until I can't feel anything anymore, but then I get mad at myself for being numb so I turned around and find a chick that I can take my aggression out on."
"Ah." She nodded as she rolled her body completely towards him.
"Yep. And I'm not blaming you, but you really threw a wrench into my system." He said as he snuggled in and placed his injured hand on her hip. "It's really hard for you to beat yourself up when someone is instantly standing beside you with an icepack and bandages to take away the pain."
A proud look appeared on her face making his chest tighten.
"Which really puts a damper on drinking until your numb. Even if I try, I can't seem to do it because I can't stop myself from feeling something when I looked at the woman who is drinking next to me." He gave her hip a little squeeze "And it doesn't even help if I go by myself because when I come stumbling back to the room, as soon as I see you again my feeling come rushing back." Angel's face softened and she pulled herself slightly closer to him. "And that third option doesn't even exist anymore. So, I'm up a creek without a paddle."
She gave a playful rolled of her eyes. "Well I'm sorry that I've ruined your routine, but I can't just let you hurt yourself or drink yourself stupid. Both my job and my feelings won't let me do that." She put her hand on top of his before she looked down as her finger traced over his broken knuckle. His eyes locked onto the small pink blush that worked its way up her neck and face. "But about that third one…"
Dean's entire being froze as he looked down at her. Surly she wasn't insisting what he thought she was. There was no way.
"Um…maybe." Those little hazel eyes snapped up to him. "What about instead of going out to find a random chick to use to get your aggressions out why don't you…why don't you just use me…?"
Two things spiked in Dean's head as he stared at his girlfriend. One, he was relieved when she didn't tell him that he should go out and fuck random chicks just to get his anger and frustrations out and the other thought was 'holy shit is she asking me to fuck her?'
Though before Dean's mind could entertain that thought, he chuckled and shook his head. "You don't want that. You don't know what you would be getting yourself into."
"Yes I do." She said plainly. "I'm not that stupid or innocent not to know what you mean when you 'take your aggressions out' on a girl. You want a bit of rough sex."
Dean couldn't help but let out a snicker. "A bit of rough sex is just the half of it. What we've had is sex, what I did with them is fucking. There's a hard difference between the two." Yeah, one is tender all about emotions and the other one is the exact opposite.
A.A.A
"Show me the difference then." Angel said making Dean blink up at her.
"Angel."
"Dean."
Like she said she wasn't dumb enough or innocent enough not to get what he was talking about. He wanted it rough, hair pulling, scratching, the type of sex you wake up from sore and covered in marks.
And it wasn't a surprise to her that he liked it that way. Anyone looking at Dean could tell he was a man who liked to go a little crazy in the bedroom. She was more surprised that it hadn't come up earlier.
But now he's saying that there was something on a whole other level. Maybe there was. She was pretty new to anything sexual. "Show me."
Dean let out a huge sigh as he flopped down onto his back. "I can't."
"Why." She said moving so that she was leaning over him.
His hands seemed to move on their own as he grabbed her hips and held her against him. "Because I've been trying really hard not to mess this up." He looked at her dead in the eyes. "Though it might not feel like it tonight, it's true."
"What does that…"
"I don't want to treat you like I used to treat the others I've been with." He said as he pulled her into him, forcing her to lay her head down on his bare chest. "I can't do that. I won't. You mean too much to me, to ruin you."
"I don't understand." She murmured against him.
She felt the deep breath he took as he ran his fingers through her hair. "I don't expect you to." He sighed. "Just trust me."
Trust him? She did trust him, which was why she was willing to help him work off some of that aggression. But for some reason he thought that if he let her it would ruin her. Why? How would a little bit of rough sex do that? He did think she was more innocent then she had realized.
Angel wanted to fight back, ask more questions but all the emotions of the night and all the action had her body drained and the warmth of his body felt so nice. Without wanting them to, her eyes slowly close and her mind fixated on his heartbeat.
Just before Dean had walked into the room, she was moments before falling asleep only her mind racing to keep her awake. But now that Dean was here and she was in his arms, her mind calmed down and her body was winning the fight.
As she felt herself slipping away to the rhythmic lullaby of his breathing she promised herself that she would talk to him more about this tomorrow.
…
"He said that?" Renee questioned as she put sugar into her coffee. "Really?"
Angel nodded as she felt a small blush creep up her face. She wasn't a fan of talking about her and Dean's sex life, but she was still confused and since Dean had pretty much to a hard stop to the questioning, she thought there was nothing better than turning to the girls from some answer.
"Dean seems like the type of guy that would jump at the chance." Paige said without a hint of embarrassment in her voice.
"Yeah, I agree." Nikki answered getting a dirty look from her sister. "What? Angel's the one who asked the questions, I'm just giving her my two cents on the subject."
"I think he's being cute." Brie said. "He doesn't want to hurt you. Or possibly he's worried about scaring you. Who knows what kind of rough sex he's into?"
Angel's eyes widened as she thought about the Death Match that she had watched with him. Was he into knife play, bondage? Maybe that's what he meant. Was she ready for that? Hard no. They had only had sex once and that was a week ago.
A little hair pulling, sure. Scratching, she couldn't really say no after she saw his arms and back the morning after they had sex. She knew he didn't get those red marks from his run. Biting, a little rough housing, she was comfortable with all that. Probably because she was sure that when it came down to it, he would take care of her.
"There are other ways you can help him ease some of that steam." Paige said as she nibbled her muffin. "I mean, sometimes a hot make out session is more than enough. Or if you really want to get him going, what about blowing him."
"PAIGE!" Renee gasped as she tossed her stirring straw at the woman.
"What?" She looked as if she didn't understand why everyone was looking at her with wide eyes. "Oh, come on, none of you can tell me that when your man's having a bad day you don't think about it." Angel looked around to see everyone but Paige looking down with a slight blush on their faces. "See. It's a good mood picker upper."
Give Dean a….blow job. Angel's voice in her head shook. The idea was simple and was something that she was willing to give a try. The only issue was, she didn't know where to start. And she didn't want to do something stupid, especially when she was trying to help Dean.
Why did a bit of rough sex which could hurt her seem less scary then oral sex?
"John likes a back message." Nikki said proudly. "He's a sucker for it."
"Bad time to use the word sucker." Renee said making everyone laugh.
"Dean had a rematch against Sheamus tonight right?" Brie tried to change the subject. "Maybe he'll win and his mood will change."
…
Angel hoped that Brie was right as she walked with Dean down the steps for his rematch with Sheamus. Roman and Seth were banned from ring side to make the match fair. Which was the only way she could get Vicki to agree to giving Dean his rematch. That and the fact that Angel went through the managers handbook and pointed out the section that stated that fighters are guaranteed a rematch after losing their title.
After getting over the barricade, Angel looked up at Dean as he climbed into the ring looking less than thrilled about the man across the way holding up the US title. Dean was banged up. Ever since what happened on Monday, he had his ribs tapped up, been favoring his left arm and had a bandage over the small gash under his eye.
A bandage that she forced him to put on this morning….
The Irishmen had a small cut on his right shoulder and a bruise on his left peck. Not much of a fair fight, but she had to take the match now or she wasn't going to be able to get it. Dean paced about as they called the start of the match.
The match started off with Dean going for Sheamus legs. Which was smart, if he hurt the man's legs it was going to be harder to hit him with a Brogue Kick later on. He mannered Sheamus into a submission move that looked like it was going to be the Regal Stretch that Dean was so keen since his time back in FCW only this time he didn't grab Sheamus's arm. Instead he reached forward and grabbed the man's face.
The ref counted to make Dean let go of the man's face, which he did with a shrug while Sheamus got up and rubbed his nose. The Irish man then turned around and grabbed Dena putting him right into a traditional headlock. Angel was almost amazed, it had been awhile since she had seen a normal every day headlock. All of their matches lately had been about brutality and shock value over the old basics.
Though that didn't stop her from cringing when Sheamus hit Dean with a Headlock Take-Over. Weirdly Sheamus pinned Dean for less than a one count before the two fought to get to their feet. She could hear Dean grumbling as he pushed Sheamus back against the ropes. With all the strength he could muster he ripped Sheamus off him and threw him across the ring, which ended up in the pale man's favor as he came plowing back.
Sheamus shook out his arm before taking off to hit the ropes. When Dean got up from the mat, he went to do what looked like a hip toss only for Sheamus to block it. Angel caught the almost surprised look on Dean's face as he turned and looked at his opponent before being hit with a short arm clothesline.
Her eyes widened as she watched Dean's face scrunch up in pain as he held both his ribs and his left arm, while Sheamus went for a pin.
"One."
Dean quickly kicked out and almost launched himself at the ropes near where she was standing.
"You ok?" She asked as he watched him pull himself up with the ropes. "Dean?"
"I'm good." He coughed out as he let his tongue hang out his mouth as he panted.
When she noticed Sheamus making his way over towards them, Angel stepped back and put her hands up like she was trying to prove that she was doing anything. Snickering Sheamus looked down at her as he grabbed Dean's arm and forced it over the top rope. She watched in horror as the man used the rope as a weapon against Dean's arm.
The ref counted Sheamus down to let go of Dean's arm but before the man could get to four Dean smashed his other arm into his face pushing him away. Though he wasn't able to escape as he stumbled his way into the far corner.
Using Dean's left arm, Sheamus dragged the man out of the corner and into the middle of the ring where he then dropped both knees on it.
He then pulled Dean back down to the mat, placed his knee on his face and pulled his left arm up into an armbar.
"Come on Dean!" Angel called as the ref asked Dean if he was going to tap.
"No." He gritted through his teeth pushed Sheamus knee off him.
Angel clenched her hands to her chest as Dean fought to his feet the whole time while Sheamus held his left arm hostage. The strange on the arm must be killing him. She noted. As Both Dean and Sheamus ended up in a fist fight. One after another they both landed hits on each other that had the other one grunting out in pain.
Sheamus got the upper hand with a kick to the gut and a Irish Whip across the way. As soon as Dean hit the ropes, something changed in his face as he came barreling back. At the last possible moment. Dean threw himself at Sheamus, landing on the man and pummeling him to the ground.
Two men wrapped around each other and rolled out of the ring and onto the floor. Though the brawl didn't stop there. "Get him back in the ring." The ref called as the two men finally separated.
Dean was the first one to make a move as he went back to grab Sheamus only to get a huge clubbing in the stomach. She saw tease well in his eyes as Sheamus grabbed him and dragged him over to the announce table. She was already cringing before the Irish man smashed Dean off the table.
Trying to get a better look at what was happening. Angel followed both Sheamus and Dean around to the back of the ring. Dean was hanging onto the barricade by where the Shield always came over, looking like he was checking to see if he was bleeding when Sheamus went to grab him.
Dean spun around and hit the man with a kidney shot that had him gasping for air. "Move." Dean ordered as he grabbed Sheamus and set him up for a Suplex.
Angel did just what she was told and quickly made her way over to the little nook where the timekeeper's area was. When she turned around, she watched as both men hit the floor.
Sheamus rolled forward and grabbed his back as Dean got up and broke the ten count. When Sheamus got to his feet, he grabbed Dean and holstered him up on his shoulder. Instincts told Angel to go and grabbed Dean's feet to pull him down but she knew if she did that would end the match. Dean would be DQed and not have another chance for at least awhile at the title. SO instead she sat back and watched as Sheamus hit him with a Rolling Fireman Carry Slam a move and smashed Dean's back against the floor while Sheamus landing his shoulder's on Dean's stomach.
Dean launched up while holding his stomach and the camera man that stood right in front of Angel got right into Dean's face.
"Hey, can't you leave him alone." She yelled at the man, who just turned towards her as she crossed her arms in disapproval.
"Sorry, sweetheart." The camera man shrugged.
Rolling her eyes, she watched as Dean and Sheamus both got back into the ring to continue their match. Sheamus went back after Dean's arm but Dean stop him by hitting him in the side with a couple of punch that forced the man to let go.
A reversed Irish Whip sent Dean running across the ring gaining momentum as he ducked under a clothesline. When he came back around, Dean launched himself against at Sheamus hitting him with a Crossbody that took both the men to the ground.
As he chased Sheamus across the ring. Angel could tell that he was losing steam. Every movement of his seemed to make him wince and he had to shake out that left arm of his more then once.
Yet another reversed Irish Whip and Dean smashed into the turnbuckles right in front her. But as quick as he hit the corner, he pushed himself back out and just in time for Sheamus to come barreling through the ropes, hitting his left shoulder against the steel pipe.
Angel cringed for the man as he tumbled out onto the floor holding his arm. Quick footsteps came from the ring making her turned around to see Dean flinging himself between the first and second rope, right into Sheamus. Both men hit the barricade.
"God damn." Dean gritted out as he got to his feet and went after Sheamus, how could either men move that quickly after hitting the barricade that hard, she would never now. It took her minutes to just get up after stubbing her toe.
Dean threw Sheamus back into the ring before climbing in himself. Not wasting a moment. Dean hopped up onto the second rope and aimed himself at the stumbling Sheamus. Letting out a small battle cry. Dean jumped and landed his elbow against the back of Sheamus's knee knocking him to the mat.
A chant of 'WOOO' echoed through the arena as Dean picked Sheamus's legs and put him in the Figure Four.
"Come on!" Angel walked up to the apron and started to clap her hands on the mat. "Hold him tight. Make him tap." She watched Sheamus thrash about as he tried to fight the hold. Using his long arms, Sheamus reached out as far as he could and grabbed the bottom rope.
Though Dean didn't stop the move until the ref pulled him off.
Dean held his arm to his chest and Sheamus held his knee as both men looked at each other. Seem wobbly on his feet, Dean walked over and grabbed Sheamus's leg only to be kicked right in the face.
"Dean!" She gasped as Dean staggered around to keep his footing.
Sheamus got up and used the moment to grab Dean and pick up for a Backbreaker before pinning the man.
"Kick out!" She called as the ref hit two and Dean's body jolted from the mat. She took a deep breath, realizing that the match wasn't over. Though Dean didn't have a moment to catch his breath as Sheamus grabbed him for the Clover Leaf Submission move.
"What do you say, Ambrose?" The ref asked Dean over and over.
Dean tried his hardest to push him up as he shook his head. "NO!" He called his voice breaking in pain. She knew that the way his body was stretched and contorted his ribs weren't having a good time.
When he got both his arms under him, Dean pushed with all his might so that his front half was in an army crawl and she knew instantly what he was going to do. He was going to try and crawl his way to the ropes.
Not caring that her healing ankle stung as she twisted it, she quickly moved herself so that she was right in his line of vision. "Come on Dean!" She called patting the apron.
Dean's head perked up even more as he reached forward, his hand finding the rope right in front of her.
"There you go!" She cheered as Dean's body gave out. "You got this." She bent down to look him in the eyes. Though she almost regret doing that. His eyes were almost vacant as he looked straight ahead seeming to look through her. That was until Sheamus let go of his legs. Then his fast twisted and he let out a couple of grunts before rolling out onto the apron.
Her relief of Dean's escape of the Cover Leaf didn't last long as Sheamus stalked over to him. Before a word could come out of her mouth, Sheamus grabbed Dean and forced back against the ropes.
"No." Dean said as he realized what he was in for. Sheamus used one hand to hold Dean's head back and the other to pull Dean shirt up and over his face.
Angel's eyes widened as she looked at her boyfriend's tapped up midsection. The off-white bandage sticking out like a fore thumb against Dean's golden body. She knew they were there. Had helped him change them this morning and the morning before but seeing them while he was being forced to endure the Beats of Bodhran was just too much.
Tease welled in her eyes as the crowd counted to ten. When it was over, Dean ripped his head out from his own tank top and turned to face Sheamus. Sheamus hoisted Dean up and over the ropes, looking to be going for his move White Noise, only for Dean to push himself off the man's back. Dean wrapped his arms under Sheamus and tried his hardest to go for a Backslide but Dean couldn't get the pale man over his back.
Sheamus quickly reserved the move but instead on Dean landing on his shoulders while Sheamus pinned him down. Dean rolled off the man's back and landed on his hands and knees. Only to be kicked in the face and sent backwards towards the ropes.
Catching himself on the ropes, Dean used them to explode out and hit Sheamus with a clothesline that had them both hitting the mat.
At first Angel thought both men were down and out for the count. Literally. She watched as the ref counted to seven before either man even started to move. "Come on Dean!" One of the men in the ring needed to get to their feet or the match was over and Sheamus won.
Finally, at the count of nine they both got to their feet. Dean face shook as he and Sheamus started to exchange blows. Back and forth. Until Sheamus end it with another kick to the stomach.
Even as Dean coughed, he raced off after Sheamus who was trying to use the ropes for momentum. Somehow Dean met him against the ropes and hit him with a knee to the gut when he turned around.
Dean took a deep breath before turning around to run towards the far side of the ring trying to pick up speed as he came back for his signature drop kick only he never got to do it as a boot came smashing into his face. Sheamus Brogue Kick.
"No!" Angel called as she watched Dean fall through the ropes and onto the floor.
Racing around the ring, Angel skidded to her knees right next to Dean who was on his side facing the ramp. "Dean." She called out at him as she leaned over to see that he once again was vacantly staring forward. "Dean, you have to get up." She said as she heard the ref starting to count.
Dean rolled onto his stomach and looked at her before blinking his eyes. She knew he wasn't going to be able to break the count. The man's head was rattled.
Looking back at the ref who had just counted to five, she did the only thing she could think of. She ran back to the ring and hopped up onto the apron. The ref instantly stopped counted and told her to get down.
"Hey, give him a moment." She tried to beg the ref as she kept her corner of her eye on Dean who was crawling his way towards the ring. "You try getting kicked in the head and getting up in ten seconds."
"Angel, get down." The ref started told her. "Get down or I'll throw you out."
Not able to do anything more. Angel dropped from the apron and quickly made her way over to Dean. The ref started his count again.
"Thanks…Darling." Dean muttered out as he pushed himself forward and slid under the bottom rope. Though in the ring, Dean couldn't make it to his feet. He kept trying and failing every time. Angel started to wonder if it would have been better to let him get counted out.
As Sheamus called for the second Brogue Kick, she knew her answer. Dean got to his feet just in time to get knocked right back down with yet another boot to the face.
Sheamus pinned the match was over.
Not caring that Sheamus was still in the ring. Angel hurried into the ring and over to Dean. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her chest as she looked down into his face. She didn't even look up at the Celtic Warrior as he paraded around the ring.
"Ambrose are you alright?" The ref asked.
"Yep." Dean mumbled out even though he looked far from it. With a bit of her help, Dean got up onto his knees and watched as Sheamus made his way up the ramp. It was almost a play by play for what happened on Monday but instead of the dark glare that was present back then, Dean's face was twisted into pain and almost sadness as he thrashed around a bit.
"Damn it." He grumbled. "God, fucking damn it."
She knew that he had to come to terms with the loss now. He might have been beat and lost the title on Monday in an unfair fight. But this time he was bested in a one on one match. And to him it didn't matter that for the last week they had put their bodies through hell, no. He had lost and this time it time there was no going back.
D.D.D.
Dean let out a coughing sigh as he locked his eyes on the stage, he couldn't seem to look away even though Sheamus had already walked backstage.
He had lost again. For the third time in the last week he had lost. First being the battle royal, then the Wyatt's, and now. He was given a second try to win back the title but he messed it up. Just like he thought he was a failure, a fuck up.
God, his head was spinning and throbbing. To the point that he wanted to scream at crowd to shut up.
"Dean." He felt a small tug on his arm. "Let's get you backstage and get your head looked at." Angel said as he let her pull him out of the ring.
As soon as his feet hit the floor he almost collapsed. He only managed to stay on his feet by using the apron.
"You alright?" Angel asked as she helped him back to his feet.
"Peachy." He sighed as he turned towards the ramp to see both Roman and Seth making their way down. Great.
Both men grabbed his arms and slung them over their shoulders'. Though not without him grumbling and barking at them that he could walk by himself.
"Yeah, we know." Roman shook his head as they made their way up the ramp.
As soon as they were backstage, he pushed away from them and almost fell into the random table that sat in the gorilla.
"Fuck." He wheezed as the side of the table hit against his ribs.
"Dean." A strange voice came down the hall making him look up from glaring at the table that he had been three seconds away from flipping, to see a medic rushing up to him.
"Hey Doc." He grumbled. "What brings you up here?"
"Two Brogue Kicks to the head." He answered.
Dean sighed as he stupidly gave a shake of his head. "As you….as you can see I'm good so you can…"
"Dean." Angel warned. "Let him look at you."
Pursing his lips, he glanced over his shoulder at her and sighed. "Fine. Just make it quick."
Soon after that he was sitting as still as he could, while the medic looked over his head. Shinning that god damn little pen light into his eyes until all he could see were black spots. When the man was satisfied with whatever he had seen in Dean's head, he moved to prodding and poking at his ribs. To which Dean had to stop himself from snapping at the man when he hit a practically sore rib. Mother… he scrunched up his face.
"You pass." The medic sighed. "Just barely."
"Thanks for the info." Dean gritted as he pushed out of the chair, he was forced to sit in. "See you next time, Doc." He walked off not giving a fuck whether his teammate where behind him or not. Half way down the hallway his stomach twisted front of the pain.
Pain. His punishment for being a failure. He wanted more. Needed to feel more. Turning towards the wall, he knocked his hands against a few random pieces of metal that lingered there. Although he almost instantly regretted it as the metal hit against the concrete floor making his head throb with each sound.
"Dean?" He felt a small hand touched his arm and almost instantly his body eased. "You alright?"
"Yeah." He sighed as he looked down at Angel. As soon as their eyes meet, his mind sent up a red flag. Like a true addict who was having his substance taken away from him.
"You sure?" She asked rubbing his bicep, robbing him even more of what he was craving. The pain, the anger. She was sapping it all away from him just like he feared.
"Angel, I'm fine." Something must have clicked in the woman's mind, telling her that he wasn't ok because a hard look fell on her face as she looked around.
He cocked his head as her hand slid down to his hand and she gave him a little pull. Not having the energy to fight her, he let her pull him down the hallway towards where the conference rooms and offices were.
After passing a few doors, she made her way up to one and pulled on the handle. A little smile appeared on her face as it opened.
"Angel?"
She shushed him as she pulled him inside. What the hell had gotten into this woman? He wondered as she shut the door and turned towards him. The darkness in the room shadowed over her face but he could still see as she bit that bottom lip of hers. He almost growled.
She knew what that did to him. He had told her himself. "You know." He let his voice drop. "If you wanted a kiss all you needed to do was ask. I've told you that."
She took a tentative step forward, her hands landing on his chest. Though his eyes were locked onto her mouth, wondering when it was his turn to bite that plump lip.
She didn't say a word. No instead she pushed herself up on her toes and kissed him as hard as she could. Her soft lips collided against his and his body lost all tension. Well not all but most, as his arms wrapped around the woman that was gripping onto him hard.
As he enjoyed the sensation of their lips moving together, he pulled her closer to him, making both of them stumble a bit.
His ribs didn't like the added weight as he held her on her toes but nothing at the moment could stop him. Well the need for air could.
He sighed as Angel pulled back gasping, with that small smile on her face. She leaned back into them so that their noes were touching. "Still, just fine?" She questioned, making him chuckled softly.
"I'll be great, if you kiss me again."
A.A.A.
Angel felt a sense of pride as she leaned back in, meeting Dean in the middle for yet another mouthwatering kiss.
Paige was right, maybe he needed a bit of making out. And she was more than happy to give it to him. But she also couldn't help but ramp it up a bit as she felt and heard him groan against her lips as she gave him a small nip.
"Biting your own lip wasn't enough?" He mumbled against her. "Not that I'm complaining."
"You better not be." She laughed. "That's payback from last time."
Dean chuckled. "Didn't like it, darling?"
"I wouldn't say that." She blushed.
"Good." He leaned in and bit her lip "Because I love doing it." The smirk on his face made her shiver. "Now tell me." He ran his nose up hers. "What has gotten into you?"
A deep breath came over her face. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You don't." He pulled her closer to him so that there was no space left. He gripped hard on her hips. That cocky look drained almost instantly from his face. "This wouldn't happen to be about what we talked before, would it."
Caught. "I just wanted to help you, relax."
Dean took a deep breath but didn't move away like she thought he would. "Angel."
"What?" She cocked her head, trying to look innocent.
"It's working."
Her eyes lit up as the words poured from mouth. "What."
Dean let out a growl like noise as he pushed her back towards the wall. As her body hit against the cold concrete wall, she let out a gasp. Not giving her the time to realize what was happening, he captured her lips in a rough kiss. He pulled back for just a moment to mumble that it was working before attacking her again.
"Hey! Is Angel coming out for my match or am I going alone?" Roman knocked on the door.
"Go alone!" Dean muttered as he tucked his scruffy face against her neck. She went to argue but it came out as more of a whimper as she felt a hot wetness run up her neck. "What was that, darling." He nipped her. "I couldn't hear you." Another lick. "Speak up or I can't hear you."
"De..Dean."
He answered her by stepping forward, making her bend backwards, arching into him. She couldn't stop herself from latching her arms around his neck and grip his brown curls, pulling them slightly.
He groaned slightly as his mouth grew feverous on her skin. His callous hands touched everywhere on her body that wasn't covered by cloth. Every second in Dean's arms she started to melt. Turned into that putty that only he knew how to mold, that was until there was another knock at the door.
"Last chance and I'm going to need Angel to answer."
Dean groaned again as he pulled his lip from her neck. "Tell him to go away."
"What?" Angel said coming out of her daze.
"Tell Roman to go away." He said again.
For a second she was about to do what the man asked, but she gave a shake of her head. "Dean, his match."
"Yeah, what about it?" Dean asked as he pressed her harder into the wall. "It's against Mark Henry, he could do that in his sleep."
"Dean. I wanna be there for him and Seth the same way I am for you"
"You better not be there for them the same way you are for me." His voice dropped low almost as if he was warning her.
She let out a small laugh as she tried her best to push away from him. "Dean…You know what I mean."
Dean sighed and let her go much to dismay. "Yeah, I know." He gave her a small smirk. "Go be a good manager."
"I'll be right there!" She called back to Roman as she walked around her. Just as she reached for the door, she felt something hard crack against her backside.
She gasped and turned her attention towards the man that held a huge smirk on his face. "Just don't be too good a manager." He winked. "I alone get that treatment."
She rolled her eyes at the man before turning around opening the door to a very smug looking Roman Reigns.
"Having fun?"
"We were!" Dean barked from the darkened room.
Roman chuckled as he leaned into the doorway. "Really, man? We're at work."
"Shut up and go have your match!"
BrookeWorm3: I mean he didn't crawl in on his hands and knee, but maybe soon.
Skovko: He's learning. Lol Thanks for the review.
Canadice: I'm sorry that the cliffhangers are killing you, I warn you. I love them!
Katara Melody Cullen: I'm glad that you liked that part, it's always fun to write going off the handle a little bit.
Writergirll7: I hope you like this one too! Merry Christmas! You make me blush! I'm so glad that my little story could entertain you.
Samcoo 12: Wow everyone wanted Dean to grovel. Maybe he'll treat her a more tenderly. And Seth is acting a bit off isn't he.
Labinnaslove: She'll always stand up to him. And he's happy when she does.
Guest: More Groveling! Everyone just wants Dean on his hands and knees.
Guest #2: I don't know about jerk, but yeah he was being an ass. I hope you like this chapter too.
LHisawesome4ever: Don't worry Smexy times are a coming. Pun intended.