Welcome to chapter eighty eight. I hope you like this chapter! Also I hope you like the new cover photo! I drew it myself. I've also drawn a picture of Angel in her Shield gear with is on my Tumblr...I know some people don't like Tumbr but hey it's where my drawing are going to be. I'm Revengersgirl on Tumblr so if you wanna see go check it out!
Monday Night Raw: June 9, 2014/ Tuesday: June 10, 2014/ Thursday: June 12, 2014
Dean let out a small chuckle as he let Angel pull him into the trainers' room. He knew she was scared that she let up that he wouldn't get his injury looked at. "Alright, alright. We're here, you can stop pulling my arm out of its socket." He joked.
She gave him a weary look but did step back, only to block the doorway as if to say 'you want out? You got to go through me'. Dean shook his head at the woman. If he wanted out, her blocked the door wouldn't be much of a resistance.
"Mr. Ambrose, we were starting to get worried that you weren't going to show." One of the medics said looking up from some paperwork.
"I tried to hide but this one wouldn't let me." He said pointing back at Angel.
The medic gave a small smile as he patted the medical table. "Well, now that you are here, shall we get that chin of yours looked at?"
"Yeah." He sauntered over to the table and sat down so that he was facing Angel.
The two of them locked eyes and something in his gaze must have told her that he wasn't going to jut up and bolt because she stepped away from the door.
"I'm going to wrap this towel around your neck so we don't get any blood on your gear." The medic said as he did what he was saying. "So how are we feeling? Any pain?'
Dean shook his head. "Nah, not really. It's sore but nothing too bad." If it wasn't for the bleeding he wouldn't' have even noticed that he got hurt at all.
The medic pushed back on his jaw, making him lean his head back. "Got busted open pretty good there." He whistled as he stepped away. "You're going to need stitches for that."
As he went to nod his head, Dean heard a gasp. "Really stitches?" Angel asked.
"Yep." The medic answered her as he started to grab out his supplies and called for another member of the medical staff to come help.
"How maybe?"
"Um, I would say just by looking at it like eight or nine, we'll see once we start."
Dean looked over at Angel and watched as her color drained from her face. "You ok over there?"
"I'm fine." Her answer sounded almost automated, making him raise a brow at her.
"Are you sure? If you get any paler Imma say screw me, you're the one who need the medical attention."
She shook her head, hard. "I'm ok."
Not truly believe her, he kept one eye on her the entire time as the medical staff set up for his stitches, which included getting a camera to stick in face to 'capture the moment for the fans'.
"Alright Dean, first we're going to clean out the wound. This might cause you some pain, let us know if it gets too bad."
"Whatever you say." He laid back on the table.
As the three men worked, two of them cleaning out his wound and one snapping picturing, Dean yet again glanced over to Angel. She was standing in the corner of the room watching the medics every move. Her color hadn't returned yet and judging by the way she held her stomach, she wasn't enjoying the show.
"Angel, you know you don't have to watch." He broken down and said.
"I know." She winced as he felt a rush of liquid run down his neck, probably blood.
"Go fine Roman, I'll be down in a few minutes."
Once again, she shook her head.
He sighed. "Darlin', you look like you're going to be sick and we haven't even gotten to the good stuff…"
"I'm staying."
"Why the hell do you want to watch this, you're just torturing yourself."
"Because I love you and I want to be here for you!" She snapped making him go quiet.
For the second time tonight, she had left him baffled, confused, and ashamed. His mind went a buzz as he replayed her words as if they were new to him and he was trying to learn them.
"Mr. Ambrose can you believe stop talking? I'm about to stick a needle in your chin." The lead medic sighed making Dean realize that the man was leaning over him with a syringe in his hand.
He mumbled a quick sorry and tired to lay perfectly still as he felt the shot.
As they waited for the numbing process to take effect, Dean beat himself up from the inside out as he snuck a peek at Angel.
He wanted to say something to her, wanted to answer her. But what the hell can you say to someone when they 'I love you' and you cant say it back? What could he say that wouldn't make him sound like an asshole? When fans said it to him, he would smirk at them and say thanks but that was because he knew they didn't really love him, a least not like that. But he couldn't just say thanks to Angel.
Thanks babe. Dean frowned at his own stupidity. God he wasn't even cool enough to get away with the Han Solo option, 'I know'.
You down deserve her love. Bray's word suddenly hit him. For once he had to agree with the crazy hillbilly cultist. He didn't deserve Angel's love, not in the slightest.
…
"Alright, Mr. Ambrose, we're done." The medic said as he patted him on the arm. "Now you know the rules, try not to rub it or pick at the stitches. I know that it's hard because it's on your face but do try."
"Got it doc." Dean slurred through his still numb mouth.
"Get some rest and we'll check it again on Friday."
He gave the man a salute before turning towards the doorway where Angel was already standing. He let out a sigh as he watched her while playing with his bottom lip.
"Ready?" She asked.
He nodded. The two of them walked out of the trainers' room and made their way to grab their things.
"Did you get patched up?" Roman asked as they walked up to him.
"Yep." He smirked as he lifted his chin to show off his stitches.
"Shit man, how many?"
"Nine."
"Nine." Roman nodded. "Not bad."
As they joked around, Angel pushed past them to make her way to her bad. Both he and Roman watched as the girl silently pack up her things.
"She ok?" Roman whispered.
Dean shrugged. "I don't think, she's been kind of acting weird since she found out that I needed stitches. I mean it's the first time that she's seen me get injured like this…" He gestured to his chin. "I'm sure she's not very happy about it."
"I'm sure." Roman laughed. "Maybe she's worried that your ugly mug is going to get uglier with a new scar."
Dean pushed his best friend. "At least my scar isn't above my eye. Poor Galina."
"Hey, Galina likes my scar?"
Dean called Roman's bluff. "Can I get that in writing?"
"Yeah, I'll be sure to get that right to you."
A.A.A
Angel let yet another sigh as she tired to finish up some work for the upcoming weeks. She had just finished booking the flights from where they were filming the ad to the show on Friday. And now she was trying to get the rental car but she couldn't concentrate on it.
She glanced over at Dean who was laying in the bed, looking as if he was about to fall asleep as he watched the news. Her eyes landed on the line of black stitches that stood out against his tan skin and his stubble.
A feeling of guilt hit her. Earlier she had freaked out when she realized how bad his injury was and she once again blurted out her feelings. Her heart twisted in her chest as she watched a distraught look passed through Dean's face. She felt bad that he felt bad. She knew that he wasn't ready, but she couldn't stop herself.
"Angel." Dean yawned. "How much longer are you going to be, it's fuckin' late."
"Sorry, I'm just trying finish up my work."
He sighed. "Well hurry up. It's sleep time."
She gave a soft chuckle as she decided to just call the rental company tomorrow. "You excited to go back home tomorrow?" She asked as she shut down her computer.
He rolled over in the bed, being careful of his chin. "Only because you're coming with me."
She smiled as she pulled back the blanket and crawled into the bed with him. "You know my mom is going to start getting mad that you keep stealing me."
Smirk appeared on his face. "Baby, I stole you the moment I kissed you in that elevator." He pulled her across the bed, making her squeal.
"Dean careful." She warned him as he tucked her against his side. "You're stitches."
"Shhh." He shushed her. "I'm sleeping." He held her tighter.
Residing to her fate, Angel settled into her spot and rested her head against his chest. Closing her eyes, she listened to the sound of his heartbeat, as normal it was a bit erratic but calming at the same time and it would have lulled her to sleep if Dean didn't suddenly tense under her.
"You ok?" She mumbled against his bare chest.
He sighed. "My brain is keeping me up."
"Weren't you just falling asleep?" She asked as she adjusted the way she was laying so she could look up at him. Dean let out a sigh as he loosened his hold that she was leaning over him, holding herself up on her elbows.
"I thought I was too."
"Well, what's on your mind."
He snickered as if she just asked him a loaded question. "A whole lot of shit." He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair. "But what's keeping me up is you."
"Me?" She blinked.
"I'm worried about what's going on in that head of yours." He said as he wound a bit of her hair through his fingers.
"What do you mean?"
"You've been acting off since…well since I got my stitches. Do they bother you that badly?"
She glanced down at his chin. "I mean yeah, they bother me. I don't like that you got hurt. I don't like when you, Roman or…" She stopped herself before she said Seth's name. "I don't like it when you or Roman get hurt."
"So, you're just upset that I got hurt?" He asked like he was truly turning it out.
"Of course, I'm upset that you got hurt, I…" There she goes again…she almost said it. I love you. Not even knowing herself that she was in love with this man and she was throwing around the words like normal conversation. "I'm your girlfriend, aren't I?"
"You are." He nodded quickly.
"Then it's my job to worry about you when you get hurt." She smiled at him. She watched as Dean's eyes dropped to the hand that was playing with her hair.
"So, nothing else is bothering you?"
"I mean just like you I've got a lot on my mind." She answered honestly, between her job, Seth's betrayal and confessing her mind was a bit full.
"I'm sure." He chuckled as he brought his hand up and ran her hair over his lips. "Today has been…"
"Something?"
"Yeah, something."
Arms starting to grow tired, she lowered herself, resting more of her weight against the man, which he took without a complaint.
"God damn." Dean smirked at himself.
"What?"
Dean glanced up at her, his blue eyes piercing right through her. "You really love me, huh?"
Her heart skipped a beat as he watched her reaction. "I…I do."
"Shit." He shook his head as he nestled into the mattress. "How the fuck did I manage that?"
"Manage what?"
"To trick a girl like you into thinking I'm someone they want to love." He answered. "I mean being attracted to me is one thing, caring for me is another but loving me…well that's something completely different."
"Are you trying to say that you don't think I should love you?"
"Nah, what I'm saying is I can't think of what I did to earn your love."
Angel shot straight up and looked at the man under her "Are you kidding?"
"Angel, I'm not a good man. Hell, before you met me, I was under the Authority's thumb, I did what they asked, beat up who they wanted no questions asked. There's a reason the entire locker room hates the Shield. Well the Shield minus you. And I'm sure I don't have to tell you about how I was back when I was Moxley…"
"I didn't know you then."
"And I didn't change much when you first met me, I was an asshole to you. Like you should have punched me in the gut for how I treated you."
She shook her head at him. "When I first met you, you went down to the ring to protect me. You went after Randy because of a girl you didn't know. Then you stayed with me, helped me back to my hotel room and wrote me a really sweet note; and that was all before knowing me. Do I even have a mention the fact that you broke down a door to save me, a metal door?"
"A few good deeds don't make someone good. You can sugar coat me as much as you want, but I've never and will never be a good guy. I'm fucked up in the head and the only thing I really care about is wrestling. I don't care if I'm someone's hero and I'm not striving to be a role model. I do what I want, when I want. So, yeah I think I'm lucky just to have you in my life let alone have you love me."
Angel's heart fluttered at his words. "Even after my untimely confession?"
He chuckled as he pulled her even closer. "I mean you could have picked to do with when we weren't on live TV, but yeah even with your 'untimely confession'."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Then why did you look so upset when back in the trainers' room."
Dean cocked his head as if he was really thinking about it. "Oh, I uh." He sighed. "It wasn't what you said, it was me trying to figure out what to say. I didn't know what to say back, I didn't want to sound like an asshole and I've never, you know, had to answer someone who said that they love me."
She let out a giggle as all her worries drained as she rested her head back down on Dean's chest. To hear Dean say that it wasn't her confession that made him upset was such a relief.
"Does that make you feel better?" Dean asked with a yawn in his voice.
"It did."
"Good." He nodded. "Now I don't normally say this but can you get off me so we can go to bed."
She let out a small whine that was cut off by Dean poking her in the side. She jumped and rolled off him and onto her side of her bed. After settling into her spot, Dean's heavy arm draped over her side. She then felt him rub his face against the top of her head.
"You're stitches!"
"Shh… I'm sleeping."
…
"You really need to go shopping more." Angel said as she walked beside Dean who was pushing their shopping cart.
"Eh, I'm never home."
"Well how did you think we were going to out cook Bobby Flay when you don't even have salt?" She asked as she looked up and down the self for a big container of Kosher salt.
"I had salt."
She glanced back at him and sighed. "No, you had a hunk of melted together mess that used to be salt in a shaker that came from the fifties."
Dean shrugged.
Rolling her eyes at the man as she finally saw what she was looking for she thought back to the events that led up to this. They had gotten into Las Vegas this morning and decided to chill on the couch for a bit. Dean cracked open a beer and they turned on the cooking channel, which seemed to be their go to thing to watch right now. Part way through Bobby Flay's show, Dean exclaimed that the recipe that he was making didn't seem that hard. So here they were getting ingredients to cook Bobby Flay's Perfectly Grilled Steak and Mesa Grill's Southwestern Potato Salad.
"Salt." Angel put the container in the cart. "Done."
"That's a lot of salt? I don't think that it required that much…"
"Don't worry, salt keeps for a while…maybe not centuries but awhile." She told him as she saw a thing of pepper. She didn't even check the pepper shaker but thought that it was better save than sorry to get some know and threw it into the cart. "So, all we need for the steak is the steak. What do we need for the potato salad?" She mumbled to herself.
As she looked over the long list she had saved to her phone, she felt a rough sensation on her shoulder. "Dean, if you are rubbing your stitches on me once again."
"I'm not." He said his voice muffled. "It's my cheek."
Glancing over at him, she realized that he was telling the truth. "Fine. Just watch your chin."
Shopping with Dean was like what she assumed shopping with a toddler would be like. He wanted to push the cart but wouldn't pay attention to where he was going, almost running into a display one and two differently ladies. Who both looked cross until they looked at the man then they smiled and apologized to him?
"You got away with murder, didn't you?" She asked him. "Those blue eyes and dimples, your mom didn't know what to do with you."
"Correction, she knew just what to do with me." He laughed as he let go of the cart to mimic slapping someone upside the head. "My mom could care less if I was cute, it was the other people in my life that got suckered. Up until about the ninth grade, teachers loved me."
"What happened after ninth grade?"
"They grew tired of my shit."
Angel laughed as she chuckled a think of Dijon Mustard into the cart. "I'm sure you did."
"Plus, that's around the time I stopped batting my lashes and playing innocent. Didn't really like school." He followed her down the aisle. "What about you? You must have had people eating out of your hands. What you would have to have done something wrong first."
"Hey, I've done some bad things before."
"Yeah, I know." Dean wiggled his brow at her. "What we did in that office was pretty bad."
She gaped and turned towards him. "Dean."
"What." He smirked. "Was it something I said."
She looked around hoping there wasn't anyone around to hear him. "You are awful."
"You weren't saying that in the office."
"Will you be quiet?"
"Nope." He shook his head.
She took a deep breath as she pulled on the cart making him go down the cereal aisle, which she instantly regretted when she saw a family coming down the other way. "Don't" She glanced over at him.
Dean chuckled and stuck his tongue out. "Babe, I didn't get a good look at the list but I don't think that cereal was on it."
"It's not." She told him. "But I would like to eat something in the morning and since we're only hear a few days I thought cereal would be good."
"So, what are you, a Coco Puffs girl or a Raisin Brand lady?" He asked as parked the cart off to the side.
"Neither." She said as she looked around at the many different opinions. "I'll go for Rice Krispies or Cheerios."
"Boring." He sighed. "If you were to get a good cereal what would it be?"
"Um…" She thought about it. "Cinnamon Toast Crunch."
Without another word, Dean grabbed a box of said cereal and threw it into the cart. "Done."
"Dean."
"What? A little sugary start to the start the day." Dean walked away from her.
By the time they got all the things they needed for dinner and for their meals tomorrow, Angel thought she couldn't sigh anymore. Dean had proved even more that he was like a toddler. He grabbed snacks left and right and making dirty jokes anytime he could.
"Shit." Dean groaned as they pushed their cart out towards Dean's cart.
"Did you forget something? We can go back in."
"Nah, it's not that" He drummed his hands on the handle of the cart. "I need to do laundry, I ran out of underwear in my normal bag, since I lost a pair."
"You lost a pair?" She looked up at him and saw the smirk on his face.
"Yeah, it's in the trash back at the arena."
"In the trash?"
"I wasn't going to stuff dirty briefs in my pocket." He said like she knew what he was talking about. "I had to clean you off with something?"
Her eyes widened as she realized what he meant. "You used your underwear?!"
"Well I wasn't going to use my shirt."
"Dean." She couldn't stop blushing as they packed the car full. "I can't believe you left you underwear…good god what if someone finds them."
"I don't right my name in them, darlin'" He laughed. "And I don't think they're going to test them for DNA so we're good."
"Still."
Dean reached out and grabbed her head. "Don't worry about it." He looked her in the eyes. "Trust me, alright?"
Pulling her head out from under his hand, she let out a side. "Yeah, yeah."
She wasn't worried that someone could figure out that it was them. There really wasn't any way, but she was sorry for the poor person who had to deal with disposing of the underwear.
Trying to take her mind off it, she enjoyed the ride back to Dean's apartment. She knew that the summer was hot in Vegas, mainly due to the fact that it's a desert but she didn't realize how bad it was until she got here. Rolling her window down even more, she practically stuck her head out and relished in the wind blowing through her hair.
A little too soon, did they pull into Dean's normal parking spot. She let out a little whine as she put up the window.
"You were really enjoying that, weren't you?" Dean asked.
"I was." She said glancing back him. "Oh my god, your hair." She laughed as he saw Dean's hair going every which way from the wind.
"That bad?" He asked as he looked like he was trying to see the top of his head.
She giggled as she reached across the center of the car. "It's a little windblown." She tried to fix it.
"It adds character." He said even as he leaned into her hand.
After determining that his hair was as soon as it was going to get, they both got out of car, grabbed out all the groceries and headed towards the apartment.
"Thank god!" Dean said as he opened the door to his place. "I'm starving."
"You're the one who wanted to try to outdo a professional chief with nothing in your kitchen." She told him. "And shopping wouldn't have taken as long if you wouldn't have gotten a sweet tooth all of a sudden."
"Hey!" He put his handful of bags on the counter. "I got mostly chips."
"Yeah, three bags of chips that you have to eat in two nights."
"Easy."
"How on Earth do you stay so in shape?"
"Hard workouts and sex."
Angel laughed loudly as she pushed his arm.
They put all the food away that they weren't using for their meal tonight and Angel stepped back and looked around at the semi full cupboards. "If I've done nothing for you in our time together, I will at least be happy that I've stocked your kitchen."
Dean gave her an amused face as he started to load their ingredients. "I just wish we were staying a couple more days so we could have gotten eggs for some breakfast sandwiches."
"You like breakfast sandwiches?"
"Love them." He made as fake eating noise.
"I didn't know that." She nodded. "I knew you liked sandwiches; you eat one almost every day but I didn't know you into breakfast sandwiches. Awe, we could have gotten a small case of eggs."
"Next time." Dean waved at her. "We got sugary cereal to eat this time and we can always go to the diner if we really want."
"Can we?!" Angels eyes widened.
"Didn't know you liked the place so much."
"I liked Kelly."
Dean sighed. "Of course, you did."
She swatted at him again.
D.D.D
Dean glanced around at all the things they bought and sighed. "Alright, what's first."
"Let your steak get to room temp." Angel said. "Ok then, we'll start on the potato salad first then." She played with her phone a bit before saying. "Mix all ingredients, except the potatoes. In a medium bowl and season with salt and pepper." She looked up. "You do have a medium bowl right."
Shrugging, he looked around the kitchen and tried to remember where all the extra crap that Galina and his mother had gotten for him was. "I think so." He walked over a cupboard that he never used and opened it. Smirking he pulled out what looked like a medium glass bowl and put it on the counter. "Got it."
"Alright, so we need…oh no."
"What?"
"I didn't think to ask but we need like measuring cups and spoons."
"Should have those as well."
After rummaging around the whole kitchen, Dean found everything that they needed and also found out he had more things then he thought.
"First, we need one and a half cups of mayonnaise." Angel read as she pointed to the mayonnaise that they got.
"On it." He reached across the mess and grabbed the jaw and opened it. "How do you measure out a cup of something that's not a liquid?" He asked making Angel blink at him.
"You scoop in into the cup."
"Right." He said as he pulled grabbed a spoon and started to do just that.
"You don't cook much do you?" She asked.
"Nah." He answered honestly. "I didn't need to before, I was the only eating so who cares if I had sandwiches for every meal, or if I go out?" He leveled the mayo out with the back of the spoon. "Mayo down." He plopped it into the bowl.
"Next is the Dijon mustard." Angel grabbed the jar.
Dean raised a brow at her as he watched her struggle to open the thing. "Need help?"
"Nope." She knocked the jar on the counter before trying again and what do you know the thing popped open. "A fourth cup of that."
"What's next?" He asked as she prepared the mustard. He leaned over her shoulder and looked at her phone screen. "Two tablespoons of 'fresh' lime juice." He reached out and grabbed the plastic lime. "Fresh enough."
"Where's the chipotle pepper puree?" Angel asked looking around.
"Uh." He hummed until he saw the bottle of hot sauce that said chipotle pepper on it. "There." He pointed with his elbow as he squeezed the fake lime into the measuring spoon. "Careful with that stuff, it's going to be hot."
"It says two tablespoons, should I put in less?"
"You can if you want. I don't mind the heat, but you might."
She shook her head. "I'll go with the recipe this time."
When he finally got the two tablespoons of lime juice into the mix, Dean looked back over at Angel's phone. "Chopping time!" He announced proudly. "Oh hey, your phone is dying."
Angel's eyes widened. "Shit. I forgot to plug it in last night."
"Go charge it, we can always use mine." He was already rummaging in his pocket for his phone.
"Alright." She went to walk away.
"Wait, what was this called again."
"It'll be easier if I do it." He put her hand out for his phone.
"True, why you do that I'll get chopping." He handed off the phone.
"You do that, we need…" Her voice trailed off as she looked at his phone.
"We need what?" He looked up to see she was staring at his phone in surprise. "Something wrong?" He racked his brain to try and think if he left something on his phone that he shouldn't have. No, he couldn't have. He had nothing to hide. "Angel?"
"Your background is of us!" She squealed happily as she showed him his own phone. "This is from our date to Randyland isn't it."
He nodded as he felt his face get warm. "Yeah."
"Awe." She looked it again. "That's so cute!"
He watched her look at the picture with a huge smile on her face. "So, what, my last background was some weird funky color thing that Roman had put on like a year ago. So, I thought it was time that I got a new one." He gave an awkward cough. "No big deal."
Angel let out a small giggle as she played around on his phone and placed it on the counter. She then looked up at him and something in her eyes made his breath hitch. He froze in place as she sauntered over to him. "Chop up one tomato." She pecked him on the lips. "Imma go charge my phone."
Dumbfounded, Dean grabbed out the tomato and started to cut it up without thinking. He had forgotten that he had changed his background. Yeah, he saw it every time he turned on his phone, but he had changed the thing right after taking it and now it felt like it belonged there.
"Hey, the recipe calls for diced tomatoes not finely minced."
"Huh?" He looked down at his work to see that he had just kept chopping away until there were very small pieces of tomato scattered around his chopping board. "Right." He cleared his throat. "What's next."
"Fourth cup of chopped cilantro leaves."
Clearing a spot on the chopping board he got right to work.
"I'll started on the potatoes." She patted him on the back.
Still feeling a bit strange about Angel's reaction to his background, Dean finished chopping the cilantro before wiping his hands off on his jeans and grabbing his phone. Making sure not to close completely out of the internet, he went to his music and clicked shuffle instantly Dr. Dre's 'Forgot about Dre' came on.
"Really?" Angel looked back from where she was popping potatoes into the boiling pot. "Dr. Dre?"
"Yeah." He pulled the recipe up once again to see he needed to work on the scallions next. "What's wrong with Dre."
"Nothing, just didn't expect it."
"I like a bit of everything." He said as he started to bounce to the beat. "Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say, but nothing comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish, and motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre." He said as soon as Eminem's part came up.
Angel laughed and shook her head.
As they finished up the potato salad they danced around and sang whatever song came on his playlist.
"That looks good." He leaned over Angel's shoulder as she stirred the whole thing together. Still nodding to the music, he reached over her shoulder and grabbed a piece of potato out and popped it in his mouth.
Angel eyed him out of the corner of her eye. "Well?"
"Mmmm." He smiled. "We did good."
"Now's the hard part." She looked over at the steaks.
A.A.A.
Angel wasn't a big cook; she really didn't enjoy that much but doing it with Dean put a new level to it. They were singing, dancing and bouncing around the kitchen together. Which had doubled since they were waiting for Dean's George Forman grill to heat up.
"Did you season the steaks with the olive oil?" She asked as the song switched to 'Monster' by Skillet.
"I did." Dean said as he spun around.
"Good."
Dean placed the steaks on the grill and continued to monitor them, while she cleaned up their mess. Getting into the music, she didn't notice when he came up behind her and leaned over so his mouth was right by her year. "I FELL LIKE A MONSTER!" He growled the lead singer.
"Damn it!" She jumped. "Dean Ambrose!" She spun on her hell and smacked the man who was laughing behind her. "Not funny."
"It was pretty funny."
"Shouldn't you be watching the steaks."
"Don't worry about it, I got it." He turned his attention back to the grill.
When the steaks were finally done, they didn't bother sitting down, they stood there with a plate each eating right in the kitchen while listening to the music still.
"This is really good." Angel smiled as she chomped on a piece of steak.
"See I told you." Dean said with his mouth full. "Easy."
She shook her head but couldn't help but agree. "We did we good."
"Yeah, we did." He took a swig of his drink. "And tomorrow we get cereal."
She laughed as he took a dramatic bite of his food. "You're so weird."
…
"Rise and shine, darlin'." She heard Dean call out to her.
Angel rolled over in the bed, her body sore from the night before. Dean had worked her over good last night, real good. She could still feel his mouth on her, could feel him between her thighs. She could still feel him inside her.
She moaned as she looked up at Dean who was standing on the side of the bed. "Hi."
"Hi, Miss Manager." He smiled. "Time to get up, we got a plane to catch."
Angel got up. "I don't wanna."
"Aren't you the one who is supposed to keep up us on time."
"Well maybe if you didn't keep me up for hours past my bedtime."
He chuckled. "Be mad at me all you want. But you were loving it last night."
She grabbed the pillow and tossed it at him. "Shut up."
"Well you better get up! We need to get going or we're going to be late for Roman's commercial."
Almost instantly, Angel jumped up from the bed and got ready to head out. She was so happy that they had packed last night because they were running late and the last thing she needed was to try to pack quickly.
Somehow, somehow they made it to the airport and onto the plane on time. When they finally got to the house, they were using to fill the promo, Roman, Galina, and JoJo were already there.
"Running late?" Roman laughed as a makeup artist put powder on his face.
"Someone didn't want to get up." Dean nudged her.
"Uncle Dean!" JoJo raised away from her mom and hugged Dean.
"Hey JoJo, are you ready for your close-up!"
"I am." JoJo smiled. "Daddy and practiced the song over and over."
"What song are they having you sign?" Angel asked.
JoJo smiled. "Little Tea Pot!"
She laughed at the little girl. "I love that song."
"Just you wait, we're going to rock it."
"I'm sure you will."
"Are you going to watch, Aunt Angel?"
Angel smiled at the nickname. "Oh, don't you worry I'll be watching!"
"Miss. Miles?" Something called her.
Angel turned around to see once of the crew members coming over to her with a script in hand. "I want to go over everything with you and what we're doing." She said as she placed the script down on the table. "We're going to start with a mail person coming up to a house and seeing Roman in the window. Then we're come into the house and see Roman playing with JoJo."
After we finish filming, we're going to do the voice over, but we can do it on the road, we don't have to pull Roman away."
"Alright sounds good." She nodded. "Do you need me to do anything else?" She felt bad for asking, but this was her first out of WWE thing that she had to manage someone through.
"Nope, as long as everything goes well, we we'll fine."
She nodded. "If you need anything, you can tell me."
"Will do."
Filming started and Angel found herself sitting in the corner of the room watching with Galina. "There doing good." Angel whispered in-between takes.
"Yeah they are." Galina laughed. "JoJo is going to end up wanting to be a movie star because of this. Hey, can I talk to you." She gestured out of the set.
"Yeah." They snuck off.
"First of which, where did Dean go?"
"To work out, there was a park we saw on the way here…"
"Ah." Galina nodded her head.
"What did you want to talk about."
"About work."
Angel cocked her head. "What do you mean?"
"How's everything been going? You know since Seth…" Galina said it almost like it was hard for even her to talk about.
"I mean you say then last week."
"Yeah I saw them. Dean and Roman always speak with their fists and mouths, but how are you doing?"
Angel was taken back slightly. "I'm doing ok, it's a lot to take in. But hey the workload is down, I have to worry about two men instead of three." She tired to joke.
"Well you're work might pick up a bit." Galina sighed.
"What do you mean?"
"As much as I hate to say it, the Shield is done. You know that and the boys know that. So what's the next step?"
"I'm not sure."
"The boys will always be the boys, but neither one of them are going to want to be 'the Shield' since Seth was once apart of it. They are stubborn that way." She chuckled at herself. "I say give it a few days and both men will want to move on. I just want you to be prepared for when that happens."
Angel nodded as she took in what Galina was saying. She was right, there was little to know way that Dean and Roman would want to continue on as the Shield. The Shield was three men, Dean Ambrose, Roman Reigns, and Seth Rollins; and now Seth was gone. They were going to have to move on, reinvent themselves. Either as a knew two men tag team or singles wrestlers.
"I never thought about that." She leaned against the wall.
What was she going to do, if they want to move on that means a whole new entrance, theme song, gear; potentially two different things and they would end up with different schedules and matches….
"Has Roman said anything?" She wondered.
"Not yet." Galina answered. "I think he's still riding the waves right now. Sorry, this must be a lot for you, I know you're still riding the waves as well."
"No! I'm so glad that you brought this up." Angel shook her head. "It gives me more time to think and prepare myself. I need to figure out what I'm going to do, how I'm going to help them get to where they want to get."
"Well, if anyone can do it, it's you."
Skovko: She kind of knows how to punch, she punched Triple H but a slap is what Seth deserved, but she might be kicking more butt in the future. Lol
Samcoo 12: I love this promo! I'm so glad that captured it! Angel is part of the team so no wall flower for her. This Isolation is driving me nuts too. I'm glad you're enjoying the story.
Canadice: Dean and Angel talking...done! I think. I'm glad you liked the chapter! I hope you like this one as well.
Katara Melody Cullen: Thank you. I liked Angel slapping Seth as well! Seth turns into a right prick after the Shield breaks up so we'll see if she gets another good swing.
BrookeWorm3: Seth did deserve it! And I'm not sure what you're question is. Are you asking if Angel is going to stay Dean's manager? Well yes. We got a long way to go and Angel is going to be there for all of it.
Labinnaclove: I'm so glad you think so!
ClairLpz: I'm glad that you're into the story and thank you for your kind words and your ideas. But I will have to say no to it, we're not doing a big time skip. We're riding these years out. There are some moments I really want Angel to be part of and this story is a slow piece of life type thing. But I hope you still enjoy it...Sorry though.
Sonia: That's alright, two reviews is better than none. Lol. Guest reviews take a bit of time to show up so if it's not there right away don't worry, I got it. I'm so glad you're enjoying the story. Seth really did deserve to be slapped a lot when he was part of the Authority. The moment you want is kind of coming up, soon. Not sure if it's the next chapter probably not but soon.