Welcome to Chapter Seventy Six. The next couple of chapters are going to be a bit of filler because they are away on their European Tour. So I hope you enjoy them. I really liked this chapter.

European Tour Tuesday: May 13, 2014

Edited: 6/16/2020

Chapter Seventy Six

Angel let out a yawn as she shifted in the chair that she had been sitting in for the last half an hour, while they waited to board their plane. She couldn't believe she let the boys keep her out as long as they had, she was exhausted. She really did try to tell them no, that she didn't want to stay out that long, but just a smirk and a longing look from Dean, and she was putty in their hands.

"Looks like someone should have gone to bed earlier." Roman chuckled.

The glared at the man. "Well maybe if three lug heads weren't egging me on to stay and have a few more drinks, I would have."

A chuckle came from the man beside her. "You could have said no."

She turned towards him. "Oh no, don't blame this on me…"

Dean leaned against her shoulder. "Don't worry darlin', you can always sleep on the plane."

And she would, with almost a twenty-hour flight. She would sleep, have lunch, and dinner on the plane. She was glad that they got business class seats for this flight, just the little bit more leg room made it a bit better. Thank you, Dean. While Roman and Seth had payed for their own tickets, Dean grabbed his and her and he decided to splurge on business class seats right next to each other.

"Now boarding…" The almost robotic voice called over the speakers.

"You ready?" Dean asked as they stood up and grabbed their bags.

A quickly shot of excitement rushed through Angel's tired body as she nodded her head. This was her first out of country tour. In fact, this was her first time out of the country at all.

Slowly, they made their way to the gate and got into the long line of people, some of them were WWE Superstars and some were just normal folk and boy were the normal folk were giving the WWE people weird looks. She couldn't blame them, when they fly they liked to get as comfy as possible; which meant shorts or sweatpants and hoodies. Now add both their size and intense faces it was off putting.

"Finally." Dean slumped into his seat after placing their carry-on bags overhead. He then gave a crack of his neck and turned towards her with a cheesy smile. "This thing is softer than my bed at home."

Angel chuckled but shook her head. "I wouldn't say that."

"Eh, it's close." He settled into the seat, stretching his legs out. She watched him as he discovered all the buttons and switches on his chair. He clearly didn't splurge for the business class very often, which came even more clear when his eyes drifted down. "What the hell is that." He pointed to the bag of amenities next to him.

"Just some random stuff they think you'll need on your trip."

His brow rose as he grabbed the thing and unzipped it. "Lotion?" He questioned. "Toothpaste, toothbrush, a hair tire, perfume?"

"Have you never sat in business class before?" She asked. This might be new to her, but she hadn't flown overseas or even in business class before. Dean on the other hand had traveled a lot due to work.

"Just never noticed that they give you free shit up here." He scrunched up his nose and smelt the lotion. She chuckled at him as she settled into her seat for the flight attendants' safety course.

Halfway through, Dean leaned over and sighed. "Does anyone really pay attention to this shit?" He whispered. "If you've been on a flight you've already seen this show."

"Sh." She tired to hide the smile that was working its way onto her face. "It's important."

"You mean boring? You can use your seat as a flotation device in case of a water landing…. Just say if we crash into the ocean grab your seats and hold on."

"Dean."

"What?"

"Shush."

He let out on overexaggerated sigh and flopped back fully into his seat. "Fine." He huffed and he shifted in his seat. "You have to admit that it's pretty boring." He said holding out a packet of slightly smushed gum.

She let out a sigh as she took a piece. "It's almost over."

"So, are you going to hit the sack right away or…?"

Realizing she wasn't going to get him to be quiet, she answered him. "Yeah, I'm going to get some sleep and maybe watch a movie or read the book a brought."

He nodded as he gave a loud pop of his gum before his eyes seemed to catch something that had him do a double take. "Is that lady glaring at me?"

Already knowing the answer, she leaned around him and looked at the lady he gestured at. "She is."

"What her problem?" He laughed.

"Probably that you're talking during the safety speech."

"Why? Is the safety speech her most favorite thing in the world or something? "I don't what it is, but that safety speech really butters my toes.'" Dean changed his voice to try and sound like a little old lady.

She had to bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. "First of all, rude. Second, 'butter my toes'?"

"What? Should I have gone with 'salted my biscuits'?"

A quick loud chuckle busted out of her making everyone even the flight attendant to look at her. Her face went bright red as she sank down into her chair as she heard Dean laughing in the seat next to her. She elbowed him in the side, which only made him laugh more.

…

As soon as the unbuckle sign came on, Angel slowly leaned her chair back and grabbed both the small pillow and blanket that they were given. A sigh escaped her as she got comfortable. Within moments she was asleep. Though she didn't know how long she was asleep but she didn't want to wake up when she felt someone shaking her awake.

"Huh?" She mumbled as she looked up at Dean through have closed eyes.

"They're taking order for lunch" Dean chuckled. "I didn't know if you wanted anything."

Her mood instantly peeked up when she heard the wood lunch. "Oh, lunch that sounds amazing." She yawned again as she pushed the button to straighten her chair. After readjusting herself in the seat, she grabbed the menu that sat in the little cubby next to her.

"Sleep well?" Dean asked as he grabbed his own menu.

She nodded her head. "I did.

"I could tell."

She glanced at him to see a huge smirk on his face. "What?"

He put his menu down and grabbed his phone. Angel's eyes widened as she saw the picture that he pulled up; it was a picture of her curled up in a ball with her arms over her head and her mouth slightly opened.

"Delete that."

"Nah."

"Dean."

"Sh…people are sleeping."

"Delete that now." She told him reaching for his phone.

He moved it out of her reach and picked back up his menu. "So, what looks good."

She tried once more before letting out a sigh and giving up. "Did you send it to Roman and Seth yet?"

"Yep." He smirked as he popped his gum.

She shook her head.

…

After lunch, Angel pulled out the book she brought with her and snuggled up in her seat. Only three pages in, she felt something hit her cheek. Looking down at the piece of silver wrapper that laid on her book, she rolled her eyes.

Grabbing the wadded-up piece of tinfoil, she tossed it back at the man next to her earning her a deep chuckle. Trying to hid the smile on her face, she went back to reading only to be hit in the cheek once again.

"Bored?" She glanced at Dean.

"What gave you that idea?"

…

Hours later, she was tired to finish the chapter she was on when she heard a light snore coming from beside her. Looking over at where the noise came from, she smiled. Dean was sitting upright in his chair, asleep with his head lolled to the side as he listened to the movie that he had put on.

Shaking her head at him, she went to turn her attention back to her book, when an idea popped into her head. Quickly she grabbed her phone and shifted in her seat so that she could get the best angle to take the picture. Payback. She smirked as she sent the photo to both Seth and Roman, before setting it as her background on her phone.

…

"Where the fuck…" Dean's dazed voice hit her, making her pull her headphones out of her ear.

"You ok?" She asked as she watched him fidget around in his seat.

A groan came form him as he gave his neck a crack and rolled his shoulder. "I hate sleeping on planes. It makes me stiff."

"Maybe if you actually recline your chair into the bed mode it wouldn't be so bad." She told him. "Or at least use the neck pillow."

Dean shrugged as he leaned over and looked the movie she was watching. "Fast and the Furious?"

Angel glanced at the screen in front of her just as the scene were Brain and Dom pull up to Dom's house in the taxi after Brain's car blew up. "Something wrong with the Fast and the Furious?"

"Not at all, love it." He smirked. "Because the buster kept me out of handcuff, he didn't just run back to the fort, the buster brought me back." He recited the line that played through her headphone. "You can have any brew you want as long as it's a Corona."

Angel bit her lip. She had always loved the character Dom Toretto and to hear Dean quoting him was a strange fantasy that she couldn't understand. "You ever think of acting?" She cleared her throat.

"Me?" He snickered. "Nah."

"Oh, come on." She nudged him. "I could see you, Dean Ambrose in the next Fast and the Furious."

"Yeah as a random mechanic in the background." He answered.

…

"Did you really send a picture of me sleeping to Seth and Roman?" Dean sighed as he looked at his phone.

"You did it first."

"Let me see it." He sighed. With a little smirk on her face, she showed the man her new background on her phone. "Shit I look like a mess, why would you even want that on your phone?"

"Why do you have a picture of me sleeping on yours."

"Because you look cute sleeping."

She blushed.

D.D.D

"Freedom!" Dean sighed as they got out of the plane, making everyone laugh at him, though he didn't care. All he cared about was the fact that he was able to move again. Twenty hours in the air, not able to move around… his personal hell.

Quickly each of his steps turned into bouncing on his heels as she tired to get rid of the need to move and the claustrophobic feeling that had been surging through his body with each step.

"Dude, you're going to jump out of your skin." Roman chuckled.

"Well, it's either that or I'm going to peel it off with my own nails." Dean rubbed his collar.

"Oh my god! The Shield." A high pitch squeal echoed through the airport making all four of them stop and look up.

He heard everyone let out a sigh as the group ran up to them.

"Here we go." Seth said as they stepped out of the way so people could get around them and dropped their carry-on to the floor.

Dean loved his fans, he really. He would do anything for them because without them there would be no him, but there was something about fans waiting for them at the airport that bothered him.

"Oh. My. God!" One of them called as she fanned her face. "We're huge fans." They said with their accents thick.

As the five girls got closer, Dean couldn't help but notice as one of them, the blond with a bun on top her head and a very small shirt, pushed her way passed Angel; practically knocking her out of the way.

Just when he was about to reach out for her, Angel caught her footing and stepped back to look at the girls in awe. He couldn't tell if it because of their actions or because they were fans.

All of a sudden, his vision was filled with a blond-haired girl as she scooted as close to him as she could with a bright smile on her face. "We're so excited that you're here!" she said jumping on her feet. "We've spent all night making our signs for tonight's show."

'That's cool!" Roman nodded making the girls looked at each other and giggle. "Where are you ladies sitting? We'll keep an eye out for you." Mr. Smooth asked.

They tried their hardest to explain where they were going to be sitting but to Dean it just sounded like a jumbled mess. One said in the middle, another said camera side, while finally one of them said six a- seats a through e.

All of that would have great if he knew where the hell that was. Never did have they cared much for the seating arrangements; as long as there was a path to get down to the ring, then who cared.

"We'll make sure to wave!"

The girls giggled once again. However, the one closest to him seemed to have something else on her mine because the girl suddenly lurched forward as if she tripped on air and she landed with her hands on face right on his chest.

Dean fought to not roll his eyes as he glanced down at the woman who was gripping onto him. "Sorry, I'm just a kultz in heels." She said gesturing down to her shoes.

"Ah." She sighed as he heard the rest of the girls whispering to each other about how 'she actually did it'. However, he wasn't surprised this wasn't the first time one pulled this crap on him. And at one time he might have been into it, might have taken the moment to get a fistfull of ass but now, he could care less. "You should be more careful." He said pushing her away a bit harder than he should a fan.

He looked over at Angel, who was fiddling with something in her bag. A half smile came to his face. Of course, he could care less, he had something better now. Something better than a ring rat who was wiling to throw themselves at him, literally.

"Shoot!" Angel sighed as she pulled a wad of papers out of her bag. "I hate to be rude, but we really need to get going. We have a tight schedule to keep." She waved the papers around.

"Sorry gals." Seth flashed them a smile. "Duty calls."

The girls let out a whine but did take a step back; well all but the blond. She instead took another closer. "It was really nice to meet you." She grew her voice out and dropped it low as she grabbed his hand.

Dean pursed his lips as he felt a piece of paper being slipped into his hand.

A.A.A

Angel's heart hit the floor as she watched the blonde slip what had to be her number into Dean's hand, like his girlfriend wasn't standing right there. Like she wasn't right there. Her eyes snapped up to Dean's face, but he made no notion that he even noticed the paper that was in his hand. Though she knew that he had to not it was there. Well at least he didn't straight up put it in his pocket.

"Please before you go, can you sign our shirts!" One of the girls asked as she pulled out a marker from nowhere. "Please." She really laid on the cheese.

She let out a sigh as the boys turned and looked at her. She couldn't really say no, could she? "Quickly."

The girls squealed and showed each of the boys where on their shirts they wanted them to sign. Shockingly no one asked for them to sign their chest. No. Angel gave herself a metal shake. That wasn't right of her. She didn't know these girls, couldn't judge them. At least she shouldn't.

Maybe the girl didn't know about her and Dean. Maybe she didn't think they were a couple, that they just kissed each other in the ring for fun. Maybe she never saw any of the interviews after WrestleMania asking them if they were a thing…maybe.

"There you go." Dean mumbled as he handed back their marker.

"Thank you." The girls giggled as they checked out their autographed shirts.

Looking down at her phone again, Angel's widened. The signing didn't go as quick as she would have liked. They were supposed to be getting onto the tour bus in twenty minutes and they haven't even made it to baggage claim yet.

"Guy we really need to get going."

She heard another whine come from the girls again.

"Sorry girls." Seth gave them a smile. "Like our manager said, we've got to keep going but hey, we'll see you at the show, right?" Seth said trying to smooth everything over.

They all said goodbye, with smiles and little waves. Well all but the blonde whose pretty face turned sour as she turned towards her. "Bitch." She hissed under her breath.

Ange's head whipped around like she was slapped as she tried to figure out if she really heard what she thoughts she did. Giving her head a shake, she turned to follow the boys to baggage claim.

What was that girl's problem? She asked herself. Was she that mad that she ended their time with the Shield? Or was it something else? No! She was doing it again, she was judging someone she didn't know. Surely, the girl didn't just call her a bitch because she's Dean's girlfriend, surely.

Then again, she did give him her number in front of me.

"What's doing." She felt a heavy weight on her shoulder. "You look like you've got a lot on your mind their Babygirl." Roman laughed as they made their way up to the carousel of bag.

"Just this whole tour thing." She lied. "I wanna make sure it's prefect."

"Perfect?" Seth laughed. "With us…shit."

"We're always perfect." Dean smirked as he gave her a wink.

"Hell yeah, we are." Roman nodded.

The two men high fived and laughed as each other.

Laughing, her eyes caught her bag coming around the carousel, her WWE employ tag standing out nicely against everything. When she bent down to grab it, she noticed something in the reflection in the metal of the carousel. As she realized what it was, she was almost in awe.

The group of girls were standing there behind them, watching them. Trying to figure out if she was really seeing what she thought she was, she looked over her shoulder. Only to earn a glare from them and the middle finger from the blond which made all her friends laugh.

"Why the hell is it always my bag?" Dean grumbled, drawing her attention.

"I don't know." Roman chuckled as he clapped him on the back. "Though as much as I would love to share in your misery, I do have to use the bathroom.

"Yeah, yeah go." Dean waved him away.

Roman smirked as he grabbed his bag and wheeled it off with him.

"Ro, wait up.' Seth called after him.

"God damn it." Dean sighed. "What do they do, pull my bag and save it for last?" He asked as he scanned for his bags once more.

"Maybe." She joked trying to get her mind off the giggles that were happening behind her. "Maybe they see your name on the bad and go, 'you know what would really piss him off, him having to wait for his bag a bit longer than his friends.'"

"If it was just one time, I wouldn't be so pissed off about it, but every time we fly that just fucking annoying." He justified. Angel shrugged her shoulders knowing that the airport didn't purposely make his bad come up last.

After a couple more minutes of waiting for Dean's bag to show up, they finally caught a glimpse of a familiar bag that had a WWE tag on it. "Finally." Dean sighed as he watched it come around the carousal. As he bent down to grab the thing, Angel heard what sounded like the clicking of a camera phone and a bunch of giggling.

Hoping that it wasn't what she thought it was, Angel took a deep breath and looked out of the corner of her eyes to see the girls all gathered around the blond one's phone. Angel frowned. She was ninety percent sure that those girls had just taken a photo of Dean's butt as he bent over. She wondered if they had taken pictures of both Seth and Roman bending over or if it was just Dean.

She could understand having a celebrity crush, she had them and she already knew about the fans' obsession with Dean's butt. Knew about it before she had even met him. Ambooty was a tag on the internet for a reason. But to wait behind them for this long just so they could take a picture of him bending over, it made her blood boil and her stomach twist.

I'll give you a picture.

D.D.D.

Grumbling to himself about his bag always being the last to show, Dean stood back up and pulled the handle out of his suitcase.

"Dean?" Angel calling from him drew him out of his little self-rant.

When he turned to look at her, he expected her to tell him that they needed to hurry to make the tour bus, but instead what he got was Angel looking at him with a sweet smile on her face as she rose up to her tip toes. Like she was going of a kiss.

"You got something in your hair." She said reaching up towards the top of his head.

"Oh." He tried to be a little helpful and lowed his head down a bit so she could reach it better. "Thanks." He said as she showed him the small blue piece of fuzz that must have been part of the blanket from the plane.

"Anytime." She chuckled as she paused and looked down at his lips. Before he could say or do anything, she leaned forward and kissed him. And it wasn't a simple peck. No, he had to stop himself from groaning as he felt her tongue flick across his lips.

Surprised by her boldness, he glanced around. That was until his eyes landed on the group of girls that were hanging on them before. "Ah." He smirked as his gears in his head started to move. Now he understood what was going on in her head.

As Angel dropped from her tip toes, Dean grabbed her by the hips and pulled her into him, making her let out a small yelp as her hands flew to his chest. "Dean."

"What?" He smirked at her reaction, even when jealous she was still bashful. "What?" He asked. "I thought you wanted to show those girls I belong to you. Wasn't that what that little kiss was all about?"

Her face grew so red so fast that he almost worried that she was going to pass out from it. But it told him that he hit the nail on the head. Which only was more apparent when she looked towards the floor.

"Hey, don't be like that." He grabbed her chin and made her look up at him. "You're allowed to be jealous."

Her eyes widened as if she just realized that she was jealous herself. "It's stupid."

"How is it stupid. You're allowed to be jealous when a girl hands your boyfriend's number right in front of you." He chuckled. "Oh and by the way, I've already thrown it away."

A curious look came to her face. "How?" She blinked. "When?"

Dean chuckled. "Well I didn't, Roman did."

"Roman."

"Yeah, he took it with him to the bathroom." He leaned in and whispered into her hear. "I would be bad if the fans see me throwing away something, they gave me, right?" She nodded. "That's why we came up with this system."

"But how did…" She stopped mid thought. "When you high fived."

"Yep." He smirked.

A small smile appeared on her face. "Cleaver."

"We try."

"They took a picture of your butt by the way."

Groaning he nodded his head. "Is that what bothered you?"

"Maybe…"

He leaned in again putting his mouth right by her ear. "Well don't worry, Sweetheart they only got a picture, you…" He moved the hand that was on his chest and wrapped it around him making her grab his ass. "You get the real deal."

"Hey, love birds, can't you wait until we get the hotel to get into each other pants." Dean heard Seth's voice coming from across the airport. Which made both him and Angel grumble as they pulled away from each other in a rush. Him because he wanted to punch the man in the face and her because she was probably embarrassed out of her mind.

Canadice: I'm glad I made your morning! You and everyone who reviews always makes mine.

Samcoo12: I hate to say about Seth turning, yes I'm going with it and yes it will be heart wrenching to write and watch. I also believed they messed up with that one. They should have waited a little longer but still the three men needed to go do things on their own. Even though two of them go pushed to high heaven and one got left behind. Won't get into that...sorry. I'm glad you're liking the sorry. Angel should learn how to take a bump because she's leaning the hard way right now.

Katara Melody Cullen: Thanks! She does end up in harms way a lot. She's only really been hurt once so far and that was Dean landing on her but you are right. I have some plans.

Skovko: I don't know everything off by heart. But I do look ahead a bit. I have a notebook that has every day, not chapter, but every day written out with the plot points. I also have the network and watch the shows over and over to make sure I'm getting all the important parts. So it's a bit of both I guess. Like I know what's gong to happen when Seth's turns. And I already have some ideas for later in the story, but the day to day is planned only a bit before I write and post a chapter. Hope that answered your question.

BrookeWorm3: I mean we all know what's coming to Axel. I'm glad you liked the chapter.

Guest #1: I'm not looking forward to writing Seth's turn, I have to watch it over and over just to make sure I get it right. I'm glad you like the story. I just didn't want to push anyone away with how long this thing is going to be.

Guest #2: No I would say nine times out of ten, Angel trying to help ends up poorly.

Labinnacslove: Angel is amazing and yes Hunter is noticing how much she changed.