Welcome to Chapter Eighty! Holy crap! How are we here already!

Sunday: May 25, 2014/Monday Night Raw: May 26, 2014

"Fucking finally." Dean sighed as he laid down in the bed. They had just gotten back from the last show of the European tour and his body was feeling the two weeks of none stop shows.

A small chuckle came from across the room. "You still got two more days before you can officially rest." Angel explained as he heard her messing with something. "Then we're be back to our normal schedule."

Dean shook his head at her. "That shit is a piece of cake."

All they had left was the flight home and Monday Night Raw then they had two days of nothing. No shows, no interviews. Just two days of relaxing. Just what the doctor order.

He felt the bed dip across the way, and he turned his head to see Angel crawling her way towards him. Before she could do anything, he reached over and grabbed her.

She squealed when Dean pulled her towards him, forcing her into his chest. "Dean." She mumbled against his hoodie had he hadn't taken off yet. "Dean…" She pushes against him.

"Sh." He shushed her. "I'm trying to go to sleep."

She wiggled in his hold and looked up at him. "I know you're tired, but you need to take a shower and get changed first." He mumbled that he would shower tomorrow morning. "Dean we have to get up super earlier for a flight tomorrow. There won't be time tomorrow."

"Fine." He smirked. "But since we have to get up really earlier maybe it would be better to shower together."

He felt her tense as she looked up at him. Her face instantly flushed as she opened her mouth to say something.

"I'll take that as a maybe."

"I thought you were tired." She said in a tone that made him realize what she was thinking about.

"I am." He chuckled. "You don't have to worry about that tonight. My body is so sore that I can't even think about sex." He paused. "I mean I can think about it but that's about it."

"Well." She shook her head at him. "If you're that sore, I guess I should help you wash your back."

"Would you be so kind?"

They both laughed as they got out the bed and got ready for their shower. He really wasn't lying when he said that he was sore. Every muscle in his body was burning, his bones scrapped together. He felt like he had been fighting a bear…well Ryback so close enough. However, that didn't stop his mind from wondering.

"Are we showering or?" Angel asked as she walked up to him with her pjs in her hands.

He shook his head and nodded. "Yeah." Letting out a groan he pushed himself into the small bathroom and threw his sweats on the floor.

"You really are stiff aren't you." He heard her sigh behind him.

"Yep." He said hoping that she was talking about his body and not his semi that he was sporting. He leaned over and turned on the water. Dipping his hand under the water to check the pressure he let out a sigh. It wasn't the worse he had felt during the trip but it most certainly wasn't the best.

Letting the water to heat up, he turned his attention to his clothes which were starting to feel too heavy. He shrugged out of his tactical hoodie thing and let it fall to the floor before kicking it across the room.

As the thing went flying past her, Angel's eyes widened. She spun to look at him and he shrugged. "Sorry." He mumbled as he pulled his tank top out of his jeans and ripped the thing over his head.

His back, arms and ribs hated the movement but fuck em'. Giving his neck a crack, he reached for his belt when his eyes caught Angel's movement.

She was taking off his shirt and sore or not he be damned if he didn't watch her. It was a simple moment, just a girl taking off her shirt. He had seen her due it a bunch of times now, since she had gotten less shy about dressing in front of him, but every time it took his breath away.

Maybe he wasn't too sore. Though as he made the quick movement to pull his belt through his pants loops, he knew that that wasn't the truth.

Angel must have caught the grimace on his face from the movement because her eyes instantly filled with worry.

"Don't worry, a little rest and this mutt will be back on his own two feet." He said making her giggle and shake her head.

"Did you just call yourself a mutt?"

Dean nodded and pointed at himself. "There's no way in hell I'm a pure breed." He said unbuttoning his pants. Dean turned his back to her as he unzipped his pants and fumbled out of his jeans and underwear. It wasn't like he was shying away. Hell, he would normally present himself proudly.

But after telling Angel she didn't have to worry about him wanting sex tonight, he really didn't want her to notice that his dick didn't get the memo.

After he was completely naked, he got into the shower. Taking a deep breath as he looked down at himself. Down boy.

His body shot straight as he noticed Angel pulling back the shower curtain. Her eye flashed up to him and she gave him a small smile before stepping in. Dean moved to the side, letting the water wash over her, waiting to see if there was any complaint about it being too hot or cold.

When none came, he readjusted his stance so that he was back in the water.

The shower was truly just a shower. They took turns under the water, washing their hair and bodies. And just like she said. Angel helped him scrub his back. He cursed as she told him to turn around to rinse off.

Her hands on his skin had woken his half sleeping cock and now it stood proud as ever. He knew that she was going to notice it but hell, there was nothing he could do. Spinning around, he let the water cascade off his back, while his eyes locked onto Angel's.

He could see the pink tint starting to build on her face, meaning one thing. She saw. But she didn't say anything as she scrubbed her own body.

"I should really get more of the Epson Salts to help you relax." She said almost like she was talking to herself.

"This is helping me relax." Dean told her as he gave his back a stretch. All sorts of noises came form his body. Groaning, popping, cracking; you name it.

"That's relaxed?" She laughed as they switched sides again.

"Getting there." He said leaning back against the back of the shower. He leaned his head back and let his eyes close. He listened to the water flowing and Angel's movement and he smiled.

That was until suddenly the water was hitting him on his stomach. Puzzled he opened his eyes to see an unblocked view of the shower. It wasn't until then that he noticed where Angel was.

His eyes shot down to the woman kneeling in front of him. "Angel?" His breath hitched his throat at the sight. "W-what are you doing?"

A small smile played on her lips. "Didn't you say you had a fantasy about this."

"I did." He openly admitted. "But that doesn't mean you have to…I never thought you would." He didn't know what he wanted to say. It wasn't like he thought Angel would never blow him, but at the same time he just didn't think she would be the one to start it. Fuck me.

He didn't have time to think before he felt her warm, soft hands touching him. Her fingers were wrinkled from the water, but that only added to the feeling. His body seemed to surge, his hips bucking without his control.

"Angel." He breathed out as she started to pump him. "You don't have…"

"I want to." She interrupted him. "I wanna help you relax and I thought that maybe working off some steam would help." Her eyes dropped. "I just….i never.."

"I know." He nodded already knowing what she was trying to tell him. "Just do… do what ever you want to."

"Whatever I want to."

He almost groaned as her eyes dropped to his cock. Those pretty hazel eyes eyed him up and all he could do was stand there wondering what was rushing through her mind. But he didn't have to wonder too much longer as her tongue darted out and lapped at his tip.

He let out a moan as he leaned his head back. Just when his body stopped shaking, she did it again and again and again. When he couldn't take her little laps anymore, she moved closer and opened her mouth.

His body stilled, his mind went blank, and his breathing stopped as he watched her taken him into her mouth. "Fuck." His hand flew out in instinct to tangle themselves in her hair, but he stopped them before he could. Almost confused with himself, he dug his fingers into his own hair and pulled.

"Dean?" Her voice made him look back down. "Are you ok?"

Was she really asking him that? "I'm fine, good, great even." His mouth started to ramble. "Just fighting back some urges."

"Why?" She asked as moved her hand on him again. "This is supposed to help you relax. So just let go."

"You might not… want to tell me that right now." He warned as he reached out with a shaking hand. "Or I'll be…. fucking that pretty little mouth…. of yours." He ran his thumb over her lips. His knees almost gave out on him as she cocked her head. God, how could someone look so innocent yet so sexy at the same time?

"Let's just say until you get used to this….it's best if I keep my hands to myself." He told her.

She looked as if she was going to fight what he said, but instead she just shook her head before leaning in and nuzzling the hair near his navel. Don't grab her head. Dean, don't do it. He yelled at himself.

He watched as adjusted her hold on him, aiming him back towards her mouth. As she lapped at him once again, he knew he was doomed. A swirling lick around the tip followed and set his head spinning.

She then took him in her mouth once more and sucked.

"Fuck." He gritted as teeth as his hips bucked forward, forcing her to take more of him. His eyes widened as he realized what he had just done. "Fuck, shit, Angel." He glanced down at her and noticed that she hadn't stopped. Her eyes flashed up to him as she drew back a bit before taking more of him, all while her hand followed her lead.

Helpless to do anything but throw his head back. Dean watched with half opened eyes as Angel worked him over. His mind fixated on the heat of her mouth, the pull of her sucking, and the little licks that came every once in a while. For her first time, she was a pro.

It didn't take long until his legs were quacking and threating to give out on him. As the pressure started build the urge to grab her head got so bad that he started to clench and unclench his hands.

That was until she reached up and grabbed one of his wrist before he could ask what she was doing, she pulled his hand and placed it on her head. He asked as his fingers wound themselves into her hair without a word.

Now that the fight with his mind was over, all that was left was the need to finish.

Leaning over, he placed his free on and the wall to keep his himself standing. His stomach twisted into a knot as he felt his cum rising. "A-Angel." He stuttered. "Fuck. Shit. Angel. I'm going…I'm going to….I'm going to cum." He warned her.

She didn't ease up.

"Angel. I'm not going to last…if you don't want….fuck."

Dean's body went rigid and there was no more warning as he started to ejaculate. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as felt the spasm shoot through him.

When everything stopped, he felt himself sink down against the tub wall as he let out a breath. His mind was humming. He felt like he was floating on cloud nine. Howa was it that he had many blow jobs in his life but someone he never felt something quite the same as Angel's mouth on him?

Angel? Angel! His eyes snapped open and looked at the woman who was still kneeling on the floor. Guilt hit him as he realized how he finished. But when his eyes landed on her the guilt went away.

He watched her in awe, as she swallowed. Well I got my answer. He smirked as he watched her lick her lips.

"Did it work?"

"What?" His tired mind tried to register.

"Did that help you relax?"

He nodded. "Oh yeah, I'm so relaxed that I don't think my legs are going to work." He tried to stand on his feet. However, his knees buckled, and his muscles shook.

In front of him, Angel got up and rubbed her reddened knees before looking up at him with a smile. "I guess it's time to get you in the bed then." She said turning off the water.

"Bed, bed sounds good."

With more difficulty then it should have been, Angel helped him out of the shower, into his sweats and over to the bed. Which he basically flopped in.

Angel went to step away from him when he snatched her and pulled her into him. "Where do you think you are going? It's your turn."

She shook her head. "Nope."

"What do you mean, nope?"

"I mean tonight was just for you."

He frowned. "I don't like it."

"Tough, we've had nights where it was just about me. So why not you?"

"Because."

"Because?"

"I don't like it."

She pecked his lips. "I know." She quickly rolled out of his arms and over to her side of the bed.

A.A.A

"You've got to be kidding me, Hank." Angel sighed as she leaned against one of the tables in the gorilla. "Why do we need to do a public contract signing. Can't I just sign the contract like normal."

"I don't know." He sighed as he put up the makeshift interview area. "The Authority said they wanted to do it in the ring. So…"

"They just want to get the Shield in the ring for another beatdown."

Hank turned around and shook his head. "What do I always say?"

"Don't shoot the messenger." She nodded. "Sorry, just a little annoyed."

"I get it."

"Well thanks for letting me know." Angel said not wanting to bother him anymore. "See ya."

"Good luck tonight!" He called as he turned back towards his work.

Not even seconds out of the gorilla and she spotted Dean and Roman messing around in one of the hallways. She stepped back and watched as the two of them took turns trying to snap a water bottle cap across the hall.

"Dude." Roman laughed as Dean's next try sent the cap into the ceiling.

"It hit my hand." Dean tried to explain as he got up to go find the cap.

"What are you two up to?" She laughed as Dean moved a couple of random pipes.

Dean looked up like he was a toddler doing something wrong. "Nothing, just playing around."

"I can see that."

"So, what did Hank want?" Roman asked.

"Authority wants to do a public contract signing between the Shield and Evolution."

"Great. That's what I love is a scheduled beatdown." Dean sighed.

"There you are." Seth said walking down dressed half ready for the show.

"Where the hell were you?" Roman asked. "You were supposed to hit the gym with us."

He shrugged. "I slept in, I didn't get out of hotel room before I knew that you were finished, so I went by myself."

"You could have messaged us we would have waited for you."

"It wasn't worth it." He shook his head. "Plus, I went to a cross fit gym and I know how much you loooove those." He let out a hardy laugh. "So, what did I miss?"

"We got a contract signing." Angel answered.

"Ok?"

"An in ring one."

Something seemed to trigger in Seth eyes as he nodded. "That's just great."

…

Angel watched in awe as she watched Hunter and Stephanie fire Brad Maddox for letting the Shield be on commentary last week during Seth and Batista's match.

Her heart broke, tears poured out of her eyes as she turned toward the boys. "Did we?"

Dean looked down at her and sighed. He didn't answer her, he just pulled her into his chest and gave her and hugged her. However, that was more of an answer then just words. They had just gotten Brad Maddox fired. They costed the man's career.

"No, no, no." She cried into Dean's shirt as he rubbed her back.

She had been all for helping out Seth during his match but this. This was more then she could handle.

"We'll get them back." Dean asked.

"I mean I have no problem when it comes laying into the Evolution, but we don't need to get payback for Brad?" She heard Seth say.

She pulled her face out of Dean's chest and looked back at Seth. "It's our fault that Brad got fired."

"How?" Seth asked. "Yeah we roughed him up a bit, but he could have still said no."

Angel couldn't believe what she was hearing come out of Seth's mouth. "You're agreeing with what the Authority has done?"

"Of course not. I'm just sampling saying that it wasn't our fault."

"How can you say…"

"Look!" Dean stepped between them. "We got bigger things to worry about right now then Brad Maddox." He turned towards her just as she was about to reubbtle. "I know you're upset. I know that the situation is shitty. Trust me. But people from this how get fired all the time for stupid shit like that and if I know anything about this business, he'll be back one way or another. But tonight we have to worry about us and Evolution, we are only six days away from Payback, we have to focus."

"When did Dean become the level-headed, smart thinker?" Roman asked.

"I don't know, and I don't like it." Seth joked.

"I don't either." Dean groaned.

…

Angel heard her name being called as she did up her vest. Adjusting her camo undershirt, she looked up to see a stagehand walking up to her. "Hey."

"Angel, hey." The stagehand smiled. "They want you to come down to the ring for the contract signing."

"Yeah?" She said very confused. Of course she was coming down for the signing.

"No, I'm mean before the Shield comes down. They want you in the ring with Cole when we come back from our Hire Heroes video after Sheamus's match with Del Rio."

"Oh." Her eyes widened. She guessed it made since for her to come down first. She was the manager she needed to read the contract before they signed it. "Sure, sure. Give me a moment."

Angel rushed over towards where the boys were getting ready. "So, they want me to go down to the ring before you guys." She told him.

"What?" Dean's head peaked up.

"Yeah, I'm sure it has something to do with me being your manager or something."

"I don't like that." He gritted. "That's leaving you alone in the ring. The Authority would have free access to you."

"I don't think they'll go after her, like that."

"You wanna tell that to me after they passed her around like a rag doll? I know at least one of them will hit a defenseless woman." She could see Dean's aggravation peeking. "I say nah."

"Dean." She sighed.

"Nope." He shook his head.

"It'll give me a change to read the contract for you guys, to make sure there isn't any hidden stuff that we don't know about."

He shook his head again. "Still don't like it."

She turned back towards the stagehand who was waiting for. "Whose music is cued up first."
He said something into his radio before saying the Shield.

"You guys will be out there before Evolution." She told him. "So I won't be alone with them." He took a deep breath but didn't say anything. She watched as his eyes darted around the hallway before landing back on her.

Not daring to move, she waited as he walked up and grabbed her chin making her look up at him. "If you even think any funny is happening, you leave. You get out of that ring."

"I will."

Dean gave her a hard kiss before stepping backwards.

Recollecting herself, Angel turned and looked back at the stagehand waiting for her. "Ready"

She followed the stagehand out through the gorilla. A very muted version of shield's started as she walked out of the ring. She took her a deep breath and looked around at the cheering audience. It felt super weird that she was out here by herself.

In the ring was a table and six chairs gathered around. When she got to the bottom of the ramp, she saw Michael Cole coming up towards her.

"Hello Angel."

"Hi." She smiled at him as they ducked through the ropes. She made her way straight over the table. She picked up the contract and started to go through it. She quickly read through it and saw that there wasn't anything strange written in. Signing off on the manager's line.

"Ladies and Gentlemen." Michael's voice rang through the arena making her stand up and turn towards the man. "It is now time to sign the contract for the No Holds Barred Elimination Tag Team Match at this Sunday at the Payback Pay-Per-View, Between Evolution and the…."

"Sierra. Hotel. India. Echo. Lima. Delta. Shield." Angel bit her lip as the theme song interrupted Cole. She knew that wasn't the planned timing for them to come out but then again, she could imagine Dean up there weighing on the crew member who was station up there until he finally caved and played the song earlier.

She clapped as she watched the boys come through the crowd. This was the first time she had witnessed it from this angle. And it was breathtaking, she know realized why so many other wrestlers stopped and stared as they came down.

Her eyes landed on Dean as he made his way into the ring. Those blue eyes were locked on her until he stopped right in front of her. "Everything look good?" He questioned.

"Yep it's all in order."

"Good." He pulled her into his body, smashing her face against his side as he turned and nodded towards Roman. "Be careful." He whispered into her ear as he let her go and made his Cole who was standing in the corner looking scared.

The two men looked at each other before Dean pulled the mic out of his hand. "We'll take it from here."

"Get out!" Roman ordered.

This wasn't part of the plan. She sighed as she watched Dean walk around with the mic between his palms looking less then thrilled.

"Tonight is historic." Dean started, though her attention was more on Roman who had grabbed one of the chairs and threw it out of the ring, followed by another and another. "Tonight is the last time you will see the Shield on Evolution in the same ring on Raw. Because believe me at Payback one team won't just be eliminated from a match."

When a rhythmic pounding noise echoed through the speakers on top of Dean's voice, she looked up to see Dean smacking the mic as he got more railed up. "One team, and that team is going to BE EVOLUTION believe me, and that team is going to be ELIMINATED OUT OF THIS BUSINESS, OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH FOREVER!"

So much for helping him relax. She quickly walked around Roman who was still throwing chairs and up to the man, who just passed her the mic that was in his hands.

"And besides." Seth spoke making her realize that he had a mic as well. "Who are we really kidding with this nonsense out here? This thing with Evolution has gone way past the six of us sitting across from a table from each other, signing some silly piece of paper. Let's rearrange this place and get rid of this stuff and get down to business."

As if Seth said something that flipped a switch in Dean's brain, the man ripped the last chair out form the table and threw it out of the ring with much more malicious then Roman was.

The last thing to go was the table.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Angel looked around at each of the men in the ring with her. She knew they were just preparing for what they all knew was going to happen. There was no way they were going to have just peaceful contract signing. At least the table was gone.

Evolution's theme started to play, and all three men turned to the stage. As hunter stepped out onto the stage, he brought a mic to his face. "I want everyone to be aware of what they'll witnessing right here. I want you guys to be aware of what you guys are about to sign. You sign that and what all of you are witnessing is the last time you will see the Shield ever on Monday Night Raw."

Angel's stomach started to twist at the thought.

"That's a shame. I got to tell you it's a shame. You guys could have had it all man. I'm a pretty fair judge of talent, you don't have to look any farther than the two men standing next to me to know that. And I remember looking at you guys, I remember watching the ink dry on the contract that allowed you to come here and live your dream. And I remember thinking to myself that these guys are going to change it all, these guys are the future of the WWE and you guys threw it all away."

"And ironically know I'm going to stand here and watch the ink dry on the contract that Sunday at Payback that sends you back into obscurity. So, I'm going to ask you one more time, you sure you want to sign that? Are you sure you want to put your names on that paper and ensure that Sunday is that last we're ever going to see of the Shield?"

In front of her, Angel watched as all three members of the Shield look at each other, as if asking each other if they were sure about this. No words were spoken. Just glances.

"Angel." Hunter started again. "I'm sure you talked to them about this match, right? Told them that it's a bad idea. Anyone with a brain can see that if they sign that piece of paper everything that they have know is going to come to an end."

Angel frowned as she starred him right in the eye. "My name is already on the papers." She spoke in the mic she was still holding.

Hunter shook his head. "Then I hope your ready to take your boyfriend to the hospital on Sunday."

Dean stepped forward but was stopped by Roman.

Beside him Seth calmly opened the contract and looked it over for a second before signing it and passing it to Dean.

Dean practically ripped the thing out of Seth's hand and the movement made him drop the pen, which rolled back towards her. She bent down to pick it up but before she could stand up Dean was right in front of her.

"Here." She smiled up at his grumpy face.

"Turn for me." He said as he took the pen.

Doing as she was told, she felt him put the contract up to her back before scribing his signature. He then spun on his heels and turned back Roman who didn't waste time and signed it. Roman then walked up to the ropes and dropped the contract right in front of Hunters feet.

Hunter picked it up and held it as Randy signed. "Dave." He called not taking his eyes off the Shield. In fact, Hunter didn't look away even when he signed it.

"Angel?" She heard Roman call. "Can I see the mic please."

"Uh sure." She walked up and placed it in his hand.

"You're going to be nothing but a siticic…."

"Oh, just shut up!" Roman said. "Get in the ring and fight."

Knowing what was about to happen, Angel quickly back away from the action. As she got onto the apron, she heard the cheer that told her the brawl had started.

Dropping down to the floor, she stepped back from the ring just enough that she could watch what was happening. It was an all-out war. Dean had Hunter in the corner, Seth was taking on Randy, while Roman and Batista were duking it out outside of the ring.

The next thing she knew was Hunter crashing to the floor in the front of the ring, followed by Randy. Which meant that only Dean and Seth were in the ring. Glancing up at them, Angel knew the look in Seth's eyes as he came running towards the ropes. The air in her lungs froze for just a moment as Seth lunched himself up and over the ropes and onto Hunter and Randy who had just gotten themselves up onto their feet.

"Get back up!" Dean yelled at Randy as it was hit turned to take the dive. Though as he started across the ring, he ran right into a clothesline from Batista.

However, before Batista could do anything to the man he had just downed, Roman was there ready with a Superman punch.

Thinking that Roman had this under control, Angel started to make her way over to where Dean had rolled over to, only to be stopped when she saw Hunter reaching under the ring for something.

Her eyes widened as she watched the heavy metal head of a sledgehammer slide out from the ring. "Oh god." Her stomach dropped. She knew what Hunter was capable with that thing. She had seen it before.

Lost in a daze she didn't notice that Roman's attention had been brought to Hunter who was getting to his feet.

"Roman, don't!" She jumped up onto the steels trying to grab at the man. "He's got…." She was too late as Hunter hit him right in the gut with the thing.

Across the thing, Seth was helping Dean up. Neither of them aware of the weapon that was in Hunter's hands. "Guys!" She screamed making both men's heads snap up. "Hunter's got a sledgehammer!" She pointed at the man who was making his way into the ring.

Instantly both men were on him, trying to keep him on the mat.

With Hunter being distracted, Angel reached out and grabbed Roman's arm. "Roman?" She called as she watched him roll around holding his stomach. He looked at if he couldn't breathe and it was scaring her.

A hit on the mat made her look up to see Seth laying there holding his head and Randy getting up. An RKO. She sighed still holding onto Roman. Then came Dean's grunt in pain, it was one like she hadn't heard before. One that seemed almost cut off. Her eyes quickly found him in all of the chaos and noticed that he was stumbling away holding his stomach and she prayed he wasn't hit with the hammer. However, she found herself praying even harder when Batista turned around and Speared him.

"You should have listened." Hunter said.
"Angel…..Move." Roman said in a very hourse voice as he tried to use the ropes to get to his feet.

"Stay down." She begged him. "Please."

"Move." He weakly said one more as he batted out his hand to force her to move away from the ring.

She gasped as she noticed Hunter reading up another hit the hammer and it was aimed right at Roman.

"Roman!" She screamed as the hit came. Roman fell through the ropes and landed at her feet. "No. NO! Roman!" She dropped and checked over the man who wasn't moving.

Her mind was so focused on making sure that Roman didn't need serious medical attention, she didn't even realize that anyone else had gotten out of the ring. That was until Hunter grabbed Roman.

"Leave him alone!" She yelled and smacked at the man. "Hunter. Stop this. You've taken it too far."

A smirk came to Hunters face. "You haven't seen too far."

She turned to see Randy and Batista clearing the announce table. "No! Stop." She pulled against Hunters arm.

With a simple swing of Hunter's arm, she was sent stumbling backwards. "Ready?" She heard him ask.

Angel pushed herself towards the three men when she was suddenly stopped by arms around her waist. She looked up to see one of the refs had come out to get a hold of the situation. "Let me go!" She screamed and thrashed in the man's arm. "Let me go!"

"Angel, settle down." He told her. "If you rush over there, you're only going to get yourself hurt."

"I don't care!" She threw an elbow back to get out of the man's hold but before she could make it over, Roman went through the table.

Her body froze as Evolution's theme started to play and Hunter, Randy, and Batista started pacing around showboating for the crowd. "You should have listened." Hunter whispered in her ear.

She whipped around and started at the man who was walking away from her, hammer still in hand. "Just you wait! All you've done is angered the dogs…." Her words trailed as she saw the replay on the titantron of Dean being hit in the head by the sledgehammer.

She really prayed that all he did was anger the dogs. Please.

D.D.D

Dean gritted teeth as he sat there in the trainers' room. This was the last place he wanted to be right now. His head was throbbing to the point that his vision was blurred, his stomach was killing him to the point that he thought he was going throw up. It was safe to say that he wasn't feeling very good.

If his ribs were hurting from the tour before, they were now agonizing. Which only made his already sour mood worse, and the longer he sat here the worse it got. By the time the medic got to him, he was already twitching, and his mind was racing with thought that would make most people shiver.

"Dean, can you follow the light with your eyes?"

He did what he was told but only because he knew that if he didn't, they would just bug him more about it. Though he wouldn't lie that the thought of shoving the flashlight down the man's throat didn't cross his mind as he did it.

Keep it together, Ambrose. He told himself.

However, when the medic put down the light and turned his attention to Dean's bruising midriff, the warning flew out of his head. His body lunched off the bench that he was sitting, and he pushed the medic back against the wall.

"Do you get off on poking and prodding people?"

"I…I was just checking where you got hit by the hammer." The medic stuttered making the sick sadistic part of his brain smile.

He cracked his neck. "Well that fucking hurt, Doc."

"I didn't mean…"

"Dean!" He felt someone grab his arm and pull him back. "Hey, ease up on the man. He's just doing his job." He looked up to see Roman was the one who had him in makeshift headlock.

Knowing his head couldn't take any of thrashing or fighting, Dean let Roman drag him over to the far corner of the room. Though that didn't stop him from making a big scene when Roman finally let go of him.

"Hey." The man sighed. "I know that you're pissed off, trust me I am too. But that doesn't mean you can take it out on the medical staff."

Dean sighed as he rubbed his face. He knew that the big lug was right. For him the medics were always in the worse position, If anyone had the right to be thrown a tantrum it was the man who was just thrown through a table. But yet, here he was being the most level-headed one. Again.

But that didn't stop the unholy anger that was surging through him. In fact, that only made it worse. Now it wasn't only his body that felt like shit. "Yeah, yeah." He rubbed at his collar bone.

"Everything ok in here?" Dean's body tensed as he heard Angel's voice coming through the door. His eyes found her instantly and didn't leave as she walked into the room and placed two bottles of water on the table near them.

"Yeah, everything good in here, Babygirl." Roman chuckled taking one of the waters.

Those hazel eyes snapped from his face to his bare stomach. He knew the moment that she saw the bruising skin, a flash of a frown appeared on her face.

He watched as she took a deep breath before turning towards the medic. "How are my boys?"

"Um…" The medic cleared his throat and readjusted himself. "Roman and Dean have some abdominal bruising on their stomachs, Seth's got a pretty stiff neck. They're going to need these next couple of days to rest, no heavy workouts. On Friday we'll recheck them to make sure that they're good for Sunday."

Angel nodded. "So, they are cleared?"

"Yes, they're clear." The medic sighed mumbling something why does he even bother before walking out of the room.

In front of him, Angel shoulders dropped and her head fell forward, however before he could even ask her if she was ok, the woman spun on her heels and faced them with a smile on her face and tears in her eyes. "You heard that? You're clear." Her voice caught in her throat. "I can't believe it."

"Well believe it." Roman chuckled at her.

Sniffling back tears she nodded. "I do expect you guys to follow what he said. No heavy workouts. We don't want to jeopardize you guys not being able to good for Sunday."

"Don't worry, I'm not missing it for the world." Dean told her. There was no chance in hell he would. He would never give up the chance to punch Hunter in the face. No he wasn't going to punch him in the face, he was going to pound his face into the steel steps, he was going to beat him senseless with a chair. Hell, he would use his nails and teeth to take Hunter down.

He inhaled as his head seemed to pound even harder Good luck Hunter.

BrookeWorm3: I'm glad you like the chapter! And I wanna thank those who gave me questions to ask!

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Canadice: wow alright. I want to let you know I wrote this before I got your review talk about timing. Lol I'm glad your enjoying the story, it worries me that I'm not adding enough smut into it. But I wanted more love then just physical attraction. I hope it comes out that way.