Chapter Eighty Three. I hope you like this one. I hope I did this a justice.

Monday Night Raw: June 2, 2014

"You're good to go." The medic sighed as he finished looking over Roman. "They are clear to be on tomorrow's show, but I would take it easy. Do too much and your bodies won't thank you for it. Especially you, Big Guy."

Roman grunted as he put on the t-shirt he was going to wear back to the hotel.

"Thank you." Angel gave him a smile before turning back towards the three men who sat on travel cases in front of them. Evolution was still in the trainers' room show they had to do their evaluations in the hall.

She could see the pain that was very present on their faces. She had seen them sore and beat up however this was the worst. "No party tonight?" Her joke earned her a groan from all three men. "Let's get you guys back to the hotel so you can rest."

There was a moment before all three men slid down to their feet. Frowns filled their faces as they each grabbed a different part of their bodies. Slow steady steps set them finally in motion, at least for a moment before Dean stopped and grabbed his head. She watched as he stumbled a bit before leaning against the wall next to him.

"You alright there?"

They all turned towards him.

"Yeah I'm good." He sighed as he gave his head a shake only to wince and stumble again. "Just got a huge headache"

"I wonder why." She chuckled. "Maybe it's because of the elevated DDT, or the kick to the head, or the many punches you took, or what about the sledgehammer to the head."

He shrugged his shoulders as he pushed himself from the wall. "Hey, I was still cleared."

"I don't know if that's because of the people hitting you or the fact that you've got a hard head." Roman smirked.

"My greatest weapon."

"I thought your fist were your greatest weapons."

"My whole body is."

"Well let's get you back so you can soak your greatest weapon."

Dean smirked. "A magic bath sounds so amazing."

"Do you have enough of that Epsom Salt for the class?" Roman asked rubbing his midsection.

"Of course. I made sure to grab some for everyone." She smiled at him.

Roman raised a brow. "Really? And here I thought that Dean got special treatment."

"I do." Dean answered quickly. "Just not the kind that you want."

"Dean!" She yelled making him cringe and grab his head again. "Sorry…"

They took their sweet old time down to their little corner and started to gather everything up for the ride back to the hotel.

"Hey Dean, you mind if me and you switch seats tonight, I need to text Galina and my phone is dying." Roman sighed.

"Yeah, sure Ro." He grunted as he undid his vest. When he tossed the thing on his bag he stumbled forward, making him hit into her.

"Wow." She chuckled as she pushed again him. "If you put your weight on me, we're going to go down like we did in the ring." He grunted and pushed himself back up onto his own two feet.

With a little more grunting and moans of pain, the boys got their stuff together and they got to the car that they were using. Seth popped the trunk, and everyone threw their shit without a car in the world. After tonight they weren't in the mood for Jenga.

They piled into the car and Angel had to double take as Dean slid into the back seat next to her. She knew that Roman had just asked him to change seats, but it was still weird they had been righting the same in the car for the longest time.

A loud groan came from the man beside her as they pulled out of the parking lot. She turned to see Dean almost doubling over in his seat. She knew that look. Without a word she poked him in the arm before patting her lap.

He maneuvered his body in the backseat so that he would lay his head on her lap. She sighed when she looked over his cramped body. His knees and legs were bent funny and his back was twisted in a way that couldn't be comfortable, but he made no effort to move.

She turned her attention to the man's face to see that he had closed his eyes and that his features softened slightly. She softly ran her fingers through his hair and smiled down at the man. Was there a word for déjà vu in the opposite setting?

This was what he did for her back when they first met. Back when her head was killing her from what Randy did to her. So much has happened since then

"What?" He peeked at her with one eye.

"Nothing, just thinking about how we meet."

His brow rose. "Oh?"

"Doesn't this kind of remind you of what happened?" She gestured at the two of them.

"Sort of." He let out a small chuckle. "Though I remember that my knees where in the back of the seat a lot more then yours are."

"I'm also about a foot shorter than you."

"Semantics."

…

"So, what do you think?" Angel bit her lip as she stepped away from the table that she had rolled out her design that she worked almost all night on. "It's just the first draft so be as harsh as you want."

All three men stepped forward and looked at the paper. Even though she had told then to be harsh, she was nervous to really know what they thought. She glanced over Roman's arm at her drawing. There was a rough sketch of three fist in the middle, one was wearing a glove, one a gauntlet and the last was tapped up. Above each of the hands was the correlating symbols that she had made up for them, Roman's most certainly looked the worse.

About two in the morning she had come up with the ideas to make the two Rs back to back. A lot of work still needed to be done on it but at least she liked it better than the other ones she had been playing with.

Under the first were the words 'The Shield'. Then surrounding the whole thing was the rough shape of a shield.

"This is really good." Roman was the first to speak up. "I like how you incorporated both our names and the fist pump."

"He's right it looks really good." Dean gave her a huge before turning back to the think we a smirk on his face. She couldn't help but to feel giddy as she listened to the praise. "I have one problem."

"Problem?"

"You're not on here." Dean poked at the drawling.

"I don't need to be on it. I drew it."

Dean and Roman frowned as they turned to Seth. "What do you think Seth? Does it need a little more Angel in it?"

"Huh?" Seth looked up. "Oh yeah, it needs something."

"I'm not normally part of the fist pump and I don't know how to show myself sitting on Dean's shoulder…"

"What about just your name, like ours." Dean said. "What about right here under the words?"

Angel squinted at the spot and tried to imagen an A and a M in some funky lettering being right there.

"Good, I like that." Roman patted Dean's arm.

"I'll play with it." She stuck her tongue out at them as she rolled up the drawing.

As she stuffed the thing back in her laptop bag, she glanced up at Seth.

Once again, the man seemed a little bit off. These moods of his were starting to worry her. For the last few weeks this strange mood had seemed to just come and go. She had chalked it up to something in his personal life, maybe something to do with Leigha or his family. Something she didn't want to pry into, but today he seemed a lot worse, and someone needed to make sure that the man was ok.

Taking a deep breath, she hoped she wasn't about to start a fight as she reached over and tapped Dean. When he looked at her, she nodded her head towards Seth, who's eyes were locked on the floor for like the hundredth time tonight.

Sighing, Dean turned his friend. "Seth, man is everything ok?"

Seth nodded his head as he looked up. "Yeah. I'm good."

"You sure? Because you seemed to be a little dazed today." Dean rubbed the back of his neck. "Though it's not just today. I've… we've noticed that you've seemed a bit off for a little while now. If something wrong. If you need to talk…"

"Yeah man we're here for you." Roman added.

"Nothing's wrong," Seth shook his head. "I've just had a lot on my mind, you know."

"Trust me, I know." Dean nodded.

Angel stepped up. "We're just worried." She smiled at him.

"I'm good." He said fiddling with his gloves. "Besides I think everything going to work itself out soon."

"Good." Dean gave him a pat. "Gotta keep that mind focused Mr. Architect."

…

It wasn't long until the show started, and Shield found themselves sitting in the catering watching the show on one of the screens in the room. It had started out with Evolution coming down to let people know that this war with the Shield wasn't done. That it wasn't going to be done until the Shield was no more.

Roman and Dean mocked and teased the man even though he couldn't hear them.

"Look at that shiner." Dean whistled as he pointed to the man's eyes. "I don't know if it improves his face or makes him uglier."

Angel shook her head at him. As she watched Batista snatch the mic out of Hunter's hand. "This atta be good." She said trying to get the chuckling man's attention back onto the show.

"I don't want another match with the Shield. Been there done that." Batista spoke up. "I'm done with that. I want what's coming to me. I want my one on one championship match you promised to me."

"Dave there's a reason I'm the leader here. There's a reason that I'm the boss." Hunter said trying to calm himself down. "It's because have the ability to see the bigger picture. Maybe you can't see the bigger picture but there is a plan."

"I don't care about your plan; I don't care about your plan! I don't care about the Shield. I came back and did what I said I was going to do. I won the Royal Rumble; I earned a one on one championship match. And I want it and I want it tonight."

"Not sure if your aware of this but Daniel Bryan is injured and can't compete. Which means even if I wanted to Dave, I can't give you a shot at the WWE World Heavy Weight Championship tonight. Even if I did you would probably choke in it anyway."

The shot cut back to see Batista taking off his sunglasses.

"Oooo…Shit just got real." Roman smirked.

"Alright, I'm sorry." Hunter wheeled back around. "I'm sorry. Things are a little tense tonight. Maybe you haven't noticed. Things are a little stressful. But you see there is a plan. Is this how you wanna go down? Is this how you want to be remembered Dave? As the man that couldn't beat the Shield? I'm not going to do that. No. I have never started a fight that I couldn't finish and I'm not starting today!"

"Too damn bad." Dean said leaning back in his chair as he chomped on his gum. "You don't get a say in that matter."

"This ends when the Shield is no more. Not until I say. When that happens, you'll get everything that you've been promised, everything you dreamed of. But until that time, until that time no one is getting anything."

Batista calmly brought the mic up to his mouth. "I understand. And I quit."

"Wow!"

"He can't quit." Seth spoke up.

"I think he can." Roman laughed.

They watched in awe as Hunter went nuts while Batista just got out of the ring and walked up the ramp.

"Damn." Dean chuckled as the show when to a tag match between Sheamus and Rob Van Dam verses BNB and Cesaro. "That was not how I saw that going."

"Me neither." Angel agreed. She thought that she was going to have to endure another month of the Shield vs Evolution war.

"I can't believe this." Seth said sounding genially upset.

"Dude, didn't know you were that much of a Batista fan."

Seth shook his head. "I'm not… I was looking forward to smashing in Evolution's face once more."

"Hey, two out of three ain't bad." Dean smirked.

"Yeah I guess." Seth sighed as he pulled out his phone.

A little later, Angel was heading down to meet up with Racheal from wardrobe to show her the design she had come up with. Sure, the boys were a good gauge to see if she needed to change anything, but Racheal did this for a living.

Biting her lip, she made the turn into the small curtained off area and sighed when she noticed a line of Divas trying on new ring gear.

"This is too small." Naomi sighed as she adjusted the fabric around her thighs.

"It looks good on you thought." Cameron her tag partner smiled.

"You know what would have looked better? That title."

Cameron rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah."

Angel didn't have time for this. she needed to get the boys ready for their promo which was coming up. Walking around the line, she eyed up Racheal who was fixing something on Summer Rea's outfit.

She held up the paper that was in her hand before placing it on the table. "Let me know what you think."

"Will do." Racheal sounded as overworked as she looked.

Now that that was done, all she had to do was get back to the boys and make sure everyone was ready. Though when she started down the hall back towards where she felt them, Hank appeared out of nowhere.

"Roman has a match."

"What?" She blinked at the man. "What do you mean Roman has a match?" So much for going easy on his body.

Hank threw his hands up. "I was just told by the Authority that he had a match against Randy Orton tonight."

"Main event?" She questioned already knowing the answer.

"What do you think?"

Angel nodded. "Thanks for letting me know." She smiled at the man as she took off to break the news.

Dread filled her. After what Hunter said earlier about having a plan to get rid of the Shield tonight, hearing that Roman had a last-minute match against Randy wasn't the best news. Hunter most certainly had something up his sleeve. The only question was what.

D.D.D.

Dean gave his neck a crack. He was till felling a bit stiff from last night but those damn Epsom Salts that Angel bought sure helped. He just wished he didn't have to look like damn fool soaking in the tub to use them. A man his size was not meant to take baths.

"Ready." Roman smirked.

"Hell yeah." He turned to his friend.

Apparently Roman has a 'match' against Randy Orton, but anyone could see through that. The match was just part of Hunter's plan to end the Shield. They were probably walking into an ambush, the entire locker room was probably waiting in the gorilla for their cue, but as he said before they didn't care.

Trap or not, they were about to walk down into that ring with their heads held high and they were going to walk out the same. Because nothing could stop them now. Not Evolution, not the Authority.

Sierra. Hotel. India. Echo. Lima. Delta. Shield.

"Let's go!" He clapped his hands as he lined up behind Seth.

By the time they got down to the barricade, Dean's body was buzzing. He couldn't wait to get into the ring and get his hands on whoever or whatever comes down that ramp. Trying to fight the urge to just race on into the ring, Dean stopped and knelt down next to the barricade. As soon as his knee hit the floor, Angel came up next to him.

She didn't stop, didn't hesitate, she just used him as a step and made his way over the thing. Smirking, he watched her as she hopped down, sticking the landing with a look of pride of her face.

He loved that look, the look that showed her growth, but there was a look he loved more. Quickly he jointed her on the other side, making sure to bump into her just enough to make her stumble.

After she caught her footing, she turned towards him with a small glare and a blush. "Not funny."

"I'm laughing." He chuckled. She rolled her eyes at him as they both grabbed a mic off the steel steps and made their way up to the ring. "Ladies first." He said as

She bowed her head slightly before getting into the ring. Licking his lips, he debated whether or not he should tease her more as his eye landed on her ass. "Move that pretty little ass before I smack it." He growled as he designed against just doing it anyway.

Angel stood up in the ring and looked at him. "Someone is in a good mood." She laughed as moved out of his way.

"I'm always in a good mood after a good beatdown." He winked at her as he ducked into the ring. It was true, after last night it was pretty hard to ruin his mood. It didn't even matter if Hunter did manage to get one over on them tonight, because they had gotten a bigger one over on him last night. A clean fucking sweep of Evolution.

The music died down and Dean saw the camera man in front of him get closer. Smirking he glanced around at the still cheering crowd.

"How do we look?" He stuck out his tongue as the crowd cheered harder. "Because we feel great. Bruised, beaten up? For sure. Because last night we faced our biggest challenge to date, a No Holds Barred Elimination match against Evolution." He said playing with the mic. "But when that Napalm settled, we did exactly what we said we were going to do. A clean sweep." He rolled his arm in a sweeping motion.

"We eliminated EVERY SINGLE MEMBER of Evolution without suffering a single casualty." He looked back at Roman who was smirking. "Now THAT is what I call DOMINATION!" He tossed the mic.

His own words sent his adrenaline running through his veins. Trying to work off some of the energy that was building inside him, he started to pace. His eyes snapping from the stage, to his teammate, to Angel and back.

Angel's chuckle echoed loudly through the arena. "Well, I can say one thing." She said as her eyes traveled with him. "You look pretty good." She smiled. "For the war that you had just gone through, the three of you look amazing. I mean last night, these three men took chair shots, took kendo sticks, took hit after hit, one of them even jumped off the top of the set up there." She pointed towards the stage. "All that and still these three are standing tall. And yet they want another go at you, we're two and o baby. How much more is it going to take for you to learn you can't break the Shield?"

Dean couldn't help himself as he reached out and grabbed her around the waist pulling her into his side.

"Adapt or perish, that was what this whole deal right? Well last night at Payback, the Shield adapted while Evolution perished!" Seth said. "And earlier tonight, the whole world was a witness to their implosion." He gave a low chuckle.

Dean smirked as he chomped on the piece of gum he had popped in before coming down here. He knew that he had been worried about Seth before but listening to the man now it seemed that Seth was right when he said everything was going to work itself out.

Leaning down towards Angel, he whispered in his ear. "He's back on his A game."

"Seems like it." She agreed.

"And the reason that Evolution perished was because even thought that they are three of the greatest superstars in the history of this industry, last night they were not one like the Shield. In the end they were just three strangers who happened to be standing on the same side of the ring."

"They weren't brothers." Roman reached out and grabbed Seth's shoulder. "The men standing in this ring are brothers." Dean nodded as he turned towards him. "This is Evolution." He held his hand out. "This is the Shield." He made a fist. "So, Randy Orton bring your ass down here so I can break your jaw with the symbol of excellence."

"Nothing left to say." Dean laughed as he patted Roman on the arm.

Evolution's theme played and out walked both Hunter and Randy Orton. Dean's eyes landed right on the sledgehammer that Hunter had slung over his shoulder.

"Am I really supposed to be scared of that?" He questioned. "Two hits on the head in one week and I'm still standing. Wanna try a third?"

"Let's not." Angel sighed beside him.

Dean glanced back at her to see her giving him a hard look.

"Case you haven't figured it out yet." Hunter spoke in the mic he was caring. "What I do better then anybody is adapt. Last night was plan A, tonight…" He looked up at the hammer. "plan B. There's always a plan B."

"Plan B? You can have plan B through Z it won't make no difference." Dean said as he stepped forward. "Let's see this plan B. Come on." He peeked over to see Roman stepping up with him.

"NOOOOOO…" Someone in the crowd shouted as the sound of metal hitting someone came from beside him. Glancing over to see what it was, he had to do double take as he watched Roman fall to his knees and hit the ropes in front of him.

"What?" He was stunned at what he saw. Batista? Turning around he expected to see The Animal but instead his eyes landed on Seth, who was standing there with a hard look on his face and a chair in his hands.

What? Seth? What? He looked back and forth between his teammates. No. This couldn't be happening. No, no, no. It couldn't be, right? No! No! NO! Seth didn't just do what he thought he did, right. NO! NO! NO! He couldn't have. Seth didn't just take a chair to Roman, right? Right!?

A.A.A.

Angel stood in the middle of the ring frozen as she tried to process what just happened. As her eyes were locked on Roman, the sound of that metal chair hitting into his back echoed in her head on a loop.

"What the fuck, Seth?" Dean's voice drew her attention towards him just in time to see Seth hit him in the gut with the top of the chair. A silent gasp came from her as she watched him double over as Seth raised the chair high above his head.

"SETH!" She screamed as he swung the thing down, slamming it into Dean's back.

Dean's body jolted as he fell to his hands and knees, but it didn't end there. Seth wound back up and hit him again and again and again and again.

Tears poured from her as she watched the man she called a friend assault her boyfriend with a metal chair over and over as Dean rolled around on the mat, trying to escape the punishment.

She felt like she was going to be sick as she saw the metal chair bend and break against Dean's body.
"Please S-Seth!" She begged as she stepped forward. "S-stop. Please."

She launched herself forward to grab onto the Seth's arm, but he just ripped out of her hold as he brought the chair up over his head once more.

"I said stop!" She yelled as she grabbed the chair, stopping the swing.

Seth quickly turned around and looked at her with a glare that almost made her backdown. It was dark and full of hate, a look that she had never seen on this man's face before. A look that reminded her of Randy, right before he hit her.

Her eyes trailed down to the chair that was stuck between the two of them; she held onto the thing's feet, while Seth held the top. "Stop this. Please Seth." She begged once more.

A sickening smirk appeared on his face. "Sorry Angel."

The chair was torn out of her hands just as pain ripped through her stomach. The air in her lungs froze as she fell forward to her knees. She struggled to hold herself up with one hand as she clenched her stomach with the other. Her ribs felt like they were grinding together like sandpaper and her muscles flared and twitched as she tried to catch her breath.

Her eyes burning from the new rush of tears, she looked up through her lashes to see Seth still standing over her, that chair raised above him once more.

Swallowing, she closed her eyes and prepared herself for the hit.

D.D.D.

Mind racing, body aching, Dean tried to force himself to move now that the hits seemed to stop. His ears were ring, as he tried to pick his head up, to look around and see what was happening.

When he finally was able to get his head up, he saw Seth's boot facing away from him. Which meant he was no longer the person that he was attacking. He groaned as he assisted the damage that was done. Trying to figure out just how much he could put behind an attack to save Roman.

As he tried to get his arms under him, something caught his attention. Blinking he looked under his body to see that Roman was laying on his back behind him….

If Roman's there…then who?

His head snapped up as Angel's scream rang out.

Dean choked back the bile that was in throat, he watched Angel fall face down on the mat.

He couldn't. He wouldn't. Dean panicked as he looked up at Seth. "NO!" The yelled ripped through his sore ribs as he watched Seth throw the chair that was in his hands over the ropes.

NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOO! Something in Dean snapped as he tried to scramble to his feet. As his mind bouncing back and forth between getting to Angel and killing Seth, he didn't notice as a second chair was placed on the canvas in front of him.

When he finally got his feet under him, he felt the boot on the back of the neck. But it was too late. There was nothing to do as his head came smashing down against the chair.

A.A.A.

Angel came to, to the sounds of the Authority's theme song 'King of Kings' as well as a whole bunch of booing and cheers of "You sold out."

Her mind was hazy. She wasn't sure what had happened, as she knew was her stomach and back where in so much pain, she thought she was going to puke.

"Angel, can you hear me?" A voice called down to her over all the noise.

"Huh?" She mumbled as she picked her head up to see a member of the medical team staring at her with concern in his eyes.

"What is your pain level?"

Pain level? She questioned. "Um I don't know."

"One being not bad at all and ten being I need to go to the hospital right now."

"Seven?" She tried moving. "Eight."

"Don't move, we're going to get you help."

She nodded as and glanced around the ring the best she could. There were so many people in the ring, all official and medics and they were all checking over the two men left in the ring. Roman and Dean.

Her eyes widened as everything rushed back to her. As the images of Seth hitting both men with a metal chair flashed in front of her eyes. She had forgotten her pain as she tried to sit up, tried to move. But her body wouldn't let her. Her arms shook as she tried to used them.

"Angel, I said don't move." The medic warned her again as he placed a hand on her back, keeping her in her spot.

"I need…I need to get to them." She grunted out.

The man shook his head. "They're in good hands, you need to worry about yourself."

"Dean, Dean. Dean!" She heard the medics and officials calling out. "Don't move."

She looked through the wall of bodies to see Dean's figure flopping around as he tried to stand.

"Fuck off." He growled as he leaned up onto one of his arms and pushed away one of the men around him with the other.

"Come on Dean, don't do this."

"I said fuck off." His voice was lower and raspier than she had ever heard it. "I'm not in the mood for your bullshit." He pushed himself up to his knee, only to fall backwards, contorting himself awkwardly. "Shit."

The medics scrambled towards him only to once again get cussed out and pushed away. As she watched his next couple of attempts to get to his feet, the urge to rush over to him hit her so hard but her body wouldn't listen.

"Either you get out of my way or you'll be the one on the mat." He threatened as he pushed himself from the ropes.

The medics took one look into those eyes and backed down. He wasn't joking. After given the room that he needed, Dean stumbled his way across the mat, stopping in front of Roman who had finally started to move.

"How we doing, Ro?" He asked leaning down the best he could.

Roman gave a nod of his head. "I'm good, Uce. I'm good."

Dean nodded his head as he stood up on his feet and groaned as he stretched his side. Then his eyes landed on her. She watched as all his features hardened as he turned his body towards her. The hand around his midsection clenched hard as the other one splayed open.

Two shaky steps and he was by her side with his hands grabbing hers. She squeezed him back, knowing that that was what he wanted. Without a word, Dean helped her roll onto her side until what was until she let out an audible moan of pain.

The darkness in his eyes grew as he lowered his head down so that his forehead touched hers. "I'll kill him."

The words shook her to the bone, but she couldn't stop herself from nodding. "I know." They were the only words she could pull out of her head.

It took a very long time, but they finally got all three of them out of the ring. All three of them finally up on their feet.

"Dean, I got her." One of the medics said as Dean cursed as he tried to take on her weight.

"You better." She wanted to call him out for being too aggressive, but a wince cut her off. "Make her wince one more time…"

"Dean." She shook her head at the man. "I'm ok."

She touched his arm.

The journey to the trainers' room was hell. Each step was met with groans and curses, from her, Roman, and Dean. It felt like years before she was propped up against the wall and told not to move, that they would be right back to check on her in just a moment.

"Fuck off!" Dean's voice rose again.

"Dean let me check you."

Dean pushed back. "No, we've been through this. You don't check before you check them."

"Dean you were the one that took the most…."

"Tell me something I don't know, Doc. Now help them." He tossed his arm out towards where her and Roman were standing

Angel sighed at the same time the medic did. There was no arguing with Dean, right now. The man was not in the right state of mind right now, arguing would just make it worse.

The medic turned towards her and gave her a look, one that she could only smile back at. "Angel." The man sounded defeated. "We're going to need you to take off your vest, are you ok with that."

She nodded as she reached for the zipper on the side. "I have a sport bra on." After a bit of fumbling, she finally got her vest off and as instantly met with a curse and the sound of something hitting something hard.

Glancing up she saw Dean standing across the room, glaring at her stomach as he held his now bleeding knuckles. Angel dropped her eyes to where he was looking to see a nice dark bruise that was slowly forming like some sort of ugly belt around her midsection.

Giving a tentative look back at Dean, the medic turned back to her. "What's your pain level? It was seven to eight in the ring, how about now?"

She shifted in her spot. "Six."

"It hurts less right now?"

She nodded.

"Alright. So, what I'm about to do is, I'm going to push against your ribs, and I want you to tell me if it hurts and how much."

The man started to push against her and at first it wasn't that bad, things she would rate as ones or twos, but then he hit a spot that had her jump slightly and let out a small cry. "Eight, nine." She inhaled trying to stop the tears from forming.

As the man nodded a deep growl like noise filled the room and everyone froze. Angel opened her eyes and looked right back at Dean whose he was erratically cracking his neck. Those blue eyes still locked on her.

"Continue." He breathed out as he gave his neck a crack.

D.D.D.

"So, what's the verdict?" Angel said as she slowly zipped her vest back up.

The medic who had checked over the three of them sighed and shook his head. "I can't clear you for Smackdown."

"What?" Dean blinked at the man as he pushed himself from the wall that he had plastered himself to. "That's three days away, how the hell do you know if…"

"The injuries that you've sustained over the last two nights are slow healing and we were already hesitant to let you go out tonight, so I want you to take the week off and rest, then on Sunday we can check again."

Dean clenched his jaw as he listened to the medic. "You want me to wait a week to get my hands on that scumbag…"

"Maybe it's a good thing." Roman spoke up. Dean snapped his head towards the man. "Dude, it gives us some time to heal our body's so we can be hundred percent for when we do get our hands on Seth. Not to mention it will give us some time to think things over."

He didn't want to think things over, he wanted to let loose and beat the shit out of Seth. His mind started to run wild with ideas of what he was going to do to the man. They think I'm crazy now…just wait.

"Dean, I agree with Roman." Angel said breaking his thoughts. "After last night and tonight, I think a week off would be good for us. Let yourself rest up and then you can take out everything you have on Seth."

He looked down into those hazel eyes but that only made things worse. Angel's eyes were normally bright. Normally cheerful when she looked up at him, but not this time, they were dull, full of pain, and bloodshot.

I'm going to kill him.

Skovko: I have to say that you always seem to read the chapters so fast. Lol I posted the chapter and then I got the email saying you already reviewed it. I'm glad you enjoyed the small joke.

Labinnacslove: Angel's heart isn't the only one that broke in two.

Canadice: She's getting stronger, and yes Dean is about to get a lot more protective when it comes to his girl.

Katara Melody Cullen: I'm glad that you liked Angel punching Hunter. She's been working on her punches I thought it was time for her to use it.

Sonia: I'm glad liked the chapter. The fallout is coming the next chapter I'm having a hell of a time writing right now.

BrookeWorm3: You're not the only one who's anxiety is getting up there. No smut right now but don't you worry more is coming.