Hey everyone! Sorry for the delay. A lot is happening in my life. Also this might be a little rough... I'm sorry for that. I didn't want you to wait any longer.

Welcome to Chapter Ninety!

Smackdown: June 13, 2014/Saturday: June 14, 2014

Angel let out yet another sigh as she watched the medic check over Dean's stitches. He had indeed pulled out two stitches, which explained the bleeding. However, what surprised her was the fact that apparently Dean's shoulder hadn't seemed to be out of place, at least not anymore. The medic said that if it did pop out that Dean had been able to put it back during his fight.

"Ice the arm and watch the chin." The medic said as he cleaned up.

"Sure thing, doc." Dean grumbled as he pushed himself off the examination bench. His boots stomped loudly on the tile floor as he walked across the room. "You ready?" He asked her.

Nodding, Angel stood without a word.

As they walked through the busy hallway, everyone parted for them or at least Dean. It was no secret that he was in a nasty mood. It was so evident in the way he moved, in his eyes and in the way his lips curled. Part of her wondered what made him angrier, the fact that he had lost his qualification match the Championship match at Money in the Bank or the fact that Seth was the reason for the loss.

Guilt hit her.

As they rounded the hallway, their things and a very tired looking Roman came into view.

Roman looked up from his phone and sighed. "Hey man." Dean mumbled a response that even she couldn't make out and she was standing right next to him. "Saw what happened."

"I'm going to kill him."

Roman nodded his head. "Man, we should have known better. Why did we think they were going to just let us win?"

"At least you came out on top." Dean commented as he walked over his back.

Roman shook his head. "Anyone with eyes could tell that you were going to win that match."

"Yeah but I still ended up on by pack for the three count."

"Only because of Seth."

Angel sighed. "I also have a small part of blame. If only…"

"Angel." Dean stopped her. "It didn't matter if he used you or not, nothing about what happened would have changed. Though it didn't help to see his fucking filthy paws on you…" A darkness filled Dean's face as he trailed off.

A strange awkwardness filled the area between them one that Angel had never let since she first joined the Shield. With a cough, everyone started to get ready to head off, Roman changed out of his vest into a t-shirt, while Dean undid his tape; a mixture of emotions plastered on their face.

Leaning against the wall, Angel sighed. She was jealous that Galina knew the pair so well. She knew that the two of them were going to go through this, that they were going to need to step away from the Shield to start their path to healing.

Her eyes widened as she realized that she had no idea what the next step was. How do you go about changing entrance music, did she have to do something special? She had a feeling that it was just as simple as handing in the new music, but what about the titaintron video? Were they allowed to use whatever they want?

I don't know, but I know someone who might.

She pushed herself from the wall and turned towards the two men who were now talking about getting some food. "Hey, I hate to interrupt but I have to go talk to Hank real quick." "We'll be here." Both men nodded as she headed off in search for Hank.

She found him down the hall a bit helping the crew clean up one of the interview areas. "Hey Hank." She called over the noise of drills and moving equipment.

The older man turned with a sigh. "Angel, I'm not able to do anything about what happened right now. You know that. Even if I did add something to the schedule, Stephanie and Hunter have the whole weekend to change it."

"I'm not actually hear about what happened." She said with a smile.

A smile worked its way onto her face. "It's not actually about what happened…though it is about the Shield."

His brows drew together. "I'm all ears."

"I wanted to ask you about how one goes about changing up their gimmick, you know like music and wardrobe. I didn't know if I had to so anything special."

"No, not really. For music all you have to do is give the production crew whatever music you want to use and the copyright information or license agreement and you're good to go on that one. Same with wardrobe."

"Thought so."

Hank stepped towards her and wiped his forehead off. "So, the Shield want to change up their theme song?"

"Kinda." She sighed.

"Kinda?"

"I haven't talked to Roman about it, but I know that Seth's part at the start of their theme song bothers at least Dean."

"Do you have something to make the music?"

"I don't…" She sighed. "I wasn't expecting this to happen this quickly…"

Hank nodded. "What were you thinking about doing?"

"Well I think at least we need to get ride of Seth's part in the original theme." She adjusted her vest a bit. "But I think that we should have back up theme just in case they want to really move on from the Shield."

"That's a good idea. So for these back up theme what are you talking about? Tag team or singles."

Angel paused as she thought about it for a moment. "Singles."

"Oh?" Hank snickered. "That surprises me."

"I'm sure." She nodded. "Most would expect Roman and Dean to stay together as a tag tam but I don't think that's what best for them. Seth has been getting away with saying all these really nasty things about them because the world doesn't know who they really are. And I think it time to show them."

"You know every time I talk to you; you seem to be more confident as a manager." He said making her blush. "Alright so, you want to cut the beginning of the Shield's theme song and put together a couple of back up singles themes, I'll get right on that."

"What?" She gaped at the man.

"Didn't you have anyone to work on the music."

"I did."

"Well it just so happens that I started here as a sound guy and know a bit about putting together some theme songs. I should be able to help."

"Aren't you busy?" She worried.

Hank laughed. "Don't you worry about me. It will be a fun protect to work on." She could have sworn that she saw excitement light up in his eyes. "I'm make sure to have everything done and over to you by Monday."

"That soon!"

"Gotta make sure to have everything ready just in case."

Not able to stop herself, Angel squealed in happiness as she launched herself at the man and hugged him. "You're the best."

Hank gave her a few pats on the back before pulling away. "Hey there, I don't want to make your boy jealous." He joked. "Now, I've got some work to do so why don't you run along and I'll have some demos for you as soon as I can."

Huge smile on her face, she said. "I can't thank you enough."

"It's my pleasure." He waved her off. "Oh, don't forget to come find me on Monday to figure out what we can do about what happened between Seth and Dean."

Hank was too good of a person.

D.D.D.

Dean looked up into the rear-view mirror to watch Angel as she munched on the fries that she had gotten in her meal. The woman looked ecstatic, which was a huge three-sixty on what she was feeling after his match. He wasn't complaining, but he was curious about what had her so happy. He was sure it wasn't just because she had some junk food, but hey maybe it was.

"How about you watch the road and not your girlfriend." Roman smacked his shoulder.

Dean's eyes flickered from the large tired man to his right before looking back at the road. Ever since…Seth had sold out…. He gripped the steering wheel tightly. Ever since Seth had sold out, he and Roman had taken turns driving, which was fine; he didn't mind driving, he used to be the one who drove around like five guys back in the indie. However tonight, his body was stiff, his mind was hectic and the last thing he wanted to do was drive, but Roman wanted to call home and hated driving while on the phone.

Safety first. He sighed as he rolled his shoulder.

By the time they finally got to the hotel, Dean was done with the day. All he wanted was to go up to the room and fall into the bed.

"Night Ro." He waved as they split up.

"Night guys."

"Goodnight, Roman!"

Taking a huge breath, the two of them stumbled down the hallway. When they got to the room, Angel pulled out the key and swiped it twice before the door opened.

"I need to sleep." He mumbled as he started across the room, already unbuckling his pants and kicking off his boots. "Shit." He cursed as he stubbed his toe off the corner of the bed.

"You alright?" Angel tried to stifle a laugh as he hopped around pants falling off.

"What's got you in such a smiley mood?" Dean asked as he slumped down on the bed, rubbing his foot.

"Other than you bouncing around like that?" She smirked as she made her way over to her suitcase. "Nothing much."

He raised a brow. "Oh really?"

"Why?"

He gave his neck a crack. "Your mood just seemed to suddenly changed randomly after you came back from talking to Hank." He told her. "I was wondering if something good came from it."

"Something good?" She glanced over her shoulder. A look of thought was on her face. "I guess you could call it good."

"You guess?" He raised a brow. "Are you going to fill me in?"

"Nope."

"Wait what?"

"It's a secret."

He blinked. "A secret?"

"You'll find out soon enough." She gave a coy smile.

There was some part of him that wanted to pry but he was just too tired. "Alright, then."

She laughed. "You must be exhausted."

"Yeah." He mumbled as he forced himself up onto his feet so that he could work down his pants. He kicked his feet and his pants went flying. Now it was time for the shirt. Readying himself, he pulled his shirt up over his head and his left arm hated the movement. Fumbling around, he finally was able to get the thing over his head. He was taken back when he saw Angel standing in front of him with her night clothes in her arms, then he noticed the worry look on her face.

"Your arm?" Her eyes locked on his left arm.

He shifted under her gaze. "It's fine, just a little sore."

A look of disbelief appeared on her face. "You really should ice that. Like the doctor said." She walked into the bathroom, leaving the door cracked.

As always, she was right; he really should ice it. But then when did he do what he should. Sighing, he fell back against the bed.

"Can I ask you a weird question?" He heard Angel's voice come through the bathroom door.

He threw his arms behind his head and looked at the small streak of light coming the bathroom door. "Anytime you want."

"Why does it seem like everyone goes after your left arm?"

"So you noticed."

"How couldn't I?" She called back. "Is it a wrestling thing? To go after the less dominate arm?"

He couldn't help but laugh. "Nothing that nice." He shook his head. "It's my weak point and so everyone exploits it." He heard her tsking from in the bathroom. She was no doubt cursing everyone who ever used his weakness against him. Which was so like her.

When the door opened, he heard a long sigh come from Angel.

"Something wrong?" He yawned.

"Yeah," He had to bite his lip when she pouted. She them mumbled about people hurting him. "Did something happen to make it your weak point?" She asked as she walked around the bed over to her stuff.

"Isn't it my manager's job to know something like that?" He teased. She gave a little glare. "Don't worry about it." He chuckled as he patted the bed next to him. "I hurt it awhile ago."

"Was it back in the indies?"
"Nah, happened back in FCW." Her eyes lit up with curiosity at his words. "It's kind of a long story but, the transition from Jon Moxley to Dean Ambrose was hard…harder than anyone expected. I lived at Moxley for so long. So, William Regal took me under his wing."

She looked enthralled as she climbed across the bed. "Really? William Regal took you under wing?"

"Yeah and what that an interesting duo." He chuckled thinking back to that time. Roman once told him that their relationship reminded him of a posh father and the rebel son. You can't control me, Dad!

Angel laughed. "I can just imagen a lot of fighting between you too."

He nodded. "Loads."

"Sounds like you had fun."

He did. "Yeah, well that didn't last long."

"Oh?"

"With me being well me I got sick in being in his shadow, I wanted to surpass him. So, I picked a fight with him.

"You picked a fight with William Regal?"

"What don't think I could handle him?" He smirked.

"Its not that." She shook her head. "It's just that he's a legend." She said laying down on her arms beside him. "So, did you get the fight that you were looking for."

"Yeah, I got two."

"Two?"

"Yep. The first one I was too cocky, way too cocky." He sighed. "And I got my ass handed to me on a silver platter."

"Is that when you hurt your arm?"

He nodded. "Regal proved to me that I was foolish by dislocating my arm and if that wasn't bad enough, he placed it between both the steps and the steal pole. Which by the way the steps are ten time heaver than the ones that the main roster uses, you know since they don't have to travel. That's not the point, he then kicked the steel steps, crushing my arm." Angel's face paled. "After that, I was so pissed off that I completely ignored the medic's warning about letting it heal. I went back in demanding another fight."

"Of course you did." She rolled her eyes.

A.A.A.

Angel shook her head and kicked her feet around as she listened to Dean's story. She could imagine everything, from him and William Regal arguing to Dean all pissed off and not caring after being injured racing in and demanding another fight. "Well, you got it right?"

"Of course, I did."

"Did you win this time?"

A strange look appeared on his face, one that had a mix of emotions. "I guess you could say that." Before she could ask anything else, Dean grabbed her and pulled her into his chest, so that she was draped over him. "I didn't win the match, but I won the fight." His voice echoed with an air of regret.

"What happened?"

"Let's just say I was more Jon Moxley then I was Dean Ambrose and because of how I lost… I was a little loose cannon." He explained. "I went after the man, I removed the turnbuckle pad and slammed the man's head against it until his ear bled. But I didn't stop there. I was too pissed off. Even as the refs checked on him, I berated him. I knew I already lost. There was no way that they were going to let the match go on. But I didn't care. The man couldn't stand."

Angel noted as the Dean's grip on her grew tighter and tighter as he rambled. "There was no stopping me; refs, medics and even other members of the locker room tired. And I just pushed them away. I kept attacking him, I even put him in a Regal Stretch at one point." He gave a low snicker. "I have no idea what was going through Regal's mind. He probably wasn't thinking straight. Which is more than likely why he willing to let me knee him in the head."

"He let you knee him?"

"He got to his knees, clapped his hands at me and bowed his head. If that's not him give me the ok, then I don't know what is."

Her mouth fell open, she couldn't believe someone as 'noble' and proud as William Regal would bow his head. "I can't believe that."

"No one could." He sighed. "In fact, after that, the entire FCW locker room came out to pin me into the corner. I had a wall of people around me, holding me, kneeing me, trying to tell me that it was over. But all I can remember was being so pissed off that I couldn't get my hands on Regal, that they were calling off the match. I didn't care the man was bleeding, didn't care that I could end his career, I wanted more. They had to force me into the back and then they locked me in a closet until I simmered down."

Somehow, she didn't think that locking Dean in a closet would have the opposite effect. "So, did you get in trouble?"

"Nope." He shook his head. "Apparently Regal asked them to just let it go."

She was stunned. Not only did William Regal bow his head to Dean but he asked the higher ups to let everything just blow under the rug. "He must really like you."

The corner of Dean's mouth curled. "No, Regal didn't like me. Me made that clear. He called me mutt and told me the only good thing about me was that I didn't care what others thought. However, he saw potential in me."

"Which was fine and dandy but now they had no idea what to do with me. They didn't want me mingling with the developmental group because I was too 'violent and dangerous' to work with people who were still training but then they didn't want to move me up to the main roster by myself, just in case."

"I'm guessing that's when you got paired with Seth and Roman?"

He nodded. "Yep, they started by pairing me up with people to see who I worked with the best. And it quickly became noticeable that I can work with anyone, but not everyone can work with me."

"Wow, I didn't know all this."

"I'm not surprised." He said. "It wasn't really something that they wanted to get out. Really. It didn't fit well with the PG style. Plus, a legend got his ass handed to him to a newcomer."

That sounded a lot like WWE. Preserve what they want, get rid of what you don't want to.

"So long story, short that's how my arm got injured and how I became the only Superstar that joined in the last few years that didn't go through NXT."

"What an epic tale." She gave a sleepy laugh. "Tale of Dean Ambrose, the broken arm, and the bloody Regal."

Dean chuckled. "You make it sound like a noble story like Robin Hood or something like that."

"Is it not?"

"Someone must be tired." He moved them both around so that they were laying on their sides against each other. "Shit, I've kept you up when you have to get up tomorrow for your girls' day out."

"We're having bunch."

"So, that means that Renee's going to be up here at what seven in the morning knocking on the door."

"Dean." She chuckled. "Brunch is between breakfast and lunch."

"Oh? I thought it didn't matter what time it was along as the sun was up and you could have mimosas."

"I mean yeah." She sighed as she snuggled into him. "I mean I guess that's a big part of it."

"What time did Renee tell you to meet her?"

"Eleven."

"Which we both know that means she'll be blowing up your phone starting at nine." He sighed. "I don't know about you but I'm going to need my full six hours if I'm going to have to deal with your phone buzzing constantly."

"Since when do you need six hours of sleep."

"Shh, I'm sleeping."

…

"Angel!" Renee called as soon as she stepped out of the elevator. "Come on the girls are waiting for us."

"I'm coming, I'm coming." She rolled her eyes at the woman.

Dean had been right; Renee's texts and phone calls had started around nine and she wasn't going to stop until they met up face to face. Which to be merciful on Dean who was starting to groan every time her phone went off, Angel decided it was best if they met sooner than eleven. She knew that he wouldn't have made it until then and her phone might have ended up out the window.

"We're leaving like an hour early, how are we keeping them?"

Renee shook her head. "Nikki asked everyone if they could meet at ten-thirty instead of eleven."

Angel looked at her in disbelief. "Why didn't you just tell me that?"

"Must have slipped my mind." She tired to sound innocent. "Plus, I was sure the only way to make Dean let you go is to annoy him through you. That way the only way for him to get peace is to let you leave."

"Evil woman."

"You mean genius." She draped her arm around her and led her out the hotel lobby. "And you can't tell me that Dean wasn't hold you in his arms, trying to keep you with him."

"Yeah but Dean was about to throw my phone out the window."

"He wouldn't have done that…" Angel raised a brow. "I mean I don't think he would."

"If he did, you would owe me a phone."

Renee laughed. "If me spamming you ever makes Dean destroy your phone, I'll get you a new one."

"Good."

"God, it feels like forever since we've really talked. And let me tell you, I have a lot to talk about."

Angel took a deep breath and sighed "This wouldn't have anything to do with what happened on Monday, now would it?"

"How did you know!" Renee's smile widened.

She moved out from under Renee's arm. "Just had a feeling."

"Well since you know what I'm on about, spill. I gave you time and now I want to know everything."

"You always want to know everything."

"Hey, I'm a reporter."

Angel laughed. "That you are."

"Besides think about it, everyone at brunch is going to ask the about it too and you might want someone on your side."

"Ask all you want. Nothing happened."

"What do you mean nothing happened? You confessed to your boyfriend and yet you say nothing happened."

"Nothing worth reporting." She shrugged. "All that happened was that he said he wasn't in the right mind set to say it back."

Renee paused mid-step. "With everything that's happened, it makes sense. Specially with someone like Dean."

"Plus, I did kind of dump all this on him without working."

"I'm sure he just needs some time. I mean, anyone can see just how crazy that man is for you." Angel raised her brows at that. "I've told you in the entire time I've known him I've never seen him even remotely look at someone the way he looks at you. That man is head over combat boots for you, he just doesn't know it yet."

"Renee! Angel!" Paige's voice echoed from down the street. "What took you guys so long? I've been waiting here for you two for like twenty minutes."

"Is Nikki not here?"

"No, she is, but she invited a few more people." Paige sighed. "And being the champ, I'm kind of sure they hate me."

Walking up to Paige, Renee leaned forward and looked into the café window. "Natty and Naomi wouldn't hate you just because you're the champ."

"It's not those two I'm worried about." She sighed. "Eva is here."

Angel blinked as she watched Renee frown. "Nikki invited her?"

"Apparently."

"What's so wrong with that?" Angel asked. She had seen Eva Marie few times in the hallways but never really spoke to the woman, but she seemed ok.

"Nothing really, it just that Eva has an attitude that really can get under the skin if you let it." Renee sighed.

"That's the light way of putting it." Paige grumbled.

Is she really that bad? Angel wondered.

"Well there's no real point in us just standing out here gossiping. Plus, I'm hungry." Renee stated.

Angel agreed as Paige mumbled something that she couldn't quite make out, though she could have sworn she heard her say something about not wanting to sit next to the lying bitch.

As soon as Renee opened the door to the café, the little bell above rang and the loud table of WWE Superstars turned and looked at them. "There they are!" Nikki waved. "Over here."

"Nikki, other people are trying to enjoy their food."

Nikki shrugged as she stood up to hug everyone. "They can handle a little loud talking."

"Loud talking?" Paige laughed. "I'm sure they could hear you back at the hotel."

"Shut up." Nikki rolled her eyes before turning right to Angel. "Long time to talk girly!" She smiled.

"Hey Nikki, it's nice to see you too." She said as they hugged.

"So, I wasn't sure if you got to meet the girls. Since you know you spend all your time with the Wild Child and Hunk McHunk."

Angel snickered as she knew which one was which right away. "No, I haven't."

Nikki's face lit up. "Well let me introduce you!" She spun back around to the table and clapped her hands. "Ladies, I would like you to meet the talk of the town Angel Miles!"

"Talk of the town?"

"Angel, I would like you to meet, Natty, Naomi, and Eva."

"It's so nice to finally met you, Angel." Natty put her hand out.

"Nice to meet you too." She robotically said as she shook her hand. It took her this long to realize that she was meeting Natalya Hart; the only woman to be trained in the Hart family dungeon. The daughter of the Anvil and the niece of Brett Hart, himself. For a wrestling fan this was like meeting royalty.

"Ever since you joined the roster, we've wanted to meet you." Angel's eyes widened as Natalya's words; she was acting as if it was a great deal to be meeting her.

"Me?"

"Yeah." Naomi spoke. "It takes one hell of a girl to put up with the Shield."

"Not to mention, Renee filled our ears about her great new friend." Angel's eyes shot over to Renee to see the woman looking a little bashful.

"Oh, I didn't know I was that fascinating." She gave a small chuckle as she sat down.

"The girl who tamed the big bad Dean Ambrose." Eva chuckled.

Why did everyone say that? "Taming isn't the word I would use."

"Speaking of that." Nikki said over her.

"Nikki!" Renee sighed. "Can't this wait until we at least order?"

"But I wanted all week." She wined and instantly Angel knew where this was going.

"So, you can wait a little longer." The woman pouted but didn't say another word.

Taking the reprieve, Angel leaned back in her chair and looked at the small menu that was sitting in front of her.

"We've already took the liberty to order mimosas for everyone."

"Thank god." Renee laughed. "A girl needs her mimosas."

"I got you girl."

"I know you do"

By the time drinks arrived the girl were talking about whatever reality TV show was going on at the time.

"I feel so bad Brie couldn't be here."

Nikki sighed. "We'll she's the one that quit."

"I mean didn't really have a choice." Naomi told her. "They were really screwing Daniel. She kind of had her back against the wall."

"But she left me."

"To support her husband."

"Yeah, yeah." Everyone rolled their eyes at the woman. "She'll be back. We all know that. No one if quits or get fired for long time. So," she popped a berry in her mouth.

"You must really miss her."

"Of course, I do but she made her bed now she gets to lay in it. Now enough about Brie," Angel's eyes widened as Nikki turned toward her. "Angel, let talk about you and Deano."

"Uh, sure." She swallowed the lump that was building in her throat as everyone leaned forward. "What?"

"Don't 'what' us. You know what we wanna know. What happened on Monday."

"Yeah! Our little Angel is in love!" She glared at Renee as she was pulled into an awkward hug.

"Nothing happened." She pushed on the woman's arms. "I thought you said you were going to be on my side."

"I am." She smiled. "But that doesn't mean I can't pick a little."

"Why would you need to pick sides?" Naomi laughed making everyone else turn towards Nikki.

"What!" She put her hands up. "I know I can be a little intense, but I don't think that calls for sides."

Renee shrugged.

"What happened on Monday?" Eva asked.

"You didn't hear?"

She shook her head.

"There was a delectation of love in the middle of the ring." Natalya said as she clasped her hands to her chest.

"You make it sound more extravagant then it was really." Angel sighed.

"You said you loved Dean in the middle of a promo, how isn't that extravagant?"

"It was just something that absentmindedly came from me."

"Yeah, well we've all seen what happened during the show." Nikki smiled. "What we want to know is what happened afterwards."

"Yeah, what did Dean say?" Natalya chimed in. "Was he blown away?"

"I wouldn't say that." Angel sighed. "He was certainly taken back."

"I'm sure he was." Naomi shook her head. "I don't know if I would be happy or mortified if Jimmy said he loved me for the first time in the ring."

Feeling heat taking over her face, she turned slightly toward Renee as the rest of the girls went off about what they would do if they were in Dean's spot. Renee gave her a small smile as she laughed at Paige would said she would have slapped her boyfriend and raced off.

"Angel was the one who tried to speed away." Naomi pointed out. "I was in the gorilla while when they came back, and Dean was practically chasing her through the hall."

If her face was arm before, it was burning now.

"So, was he chasing after you to say 'Angel, I love you too.'?"

She shook her head.

"No?" Almost everyone at the table gasped.

"He said he wanted to be in a better mind set than he is right now before he can say it back."

"Bullshit."

"What?" Angel blinked as she turned towards Eva who looked like she could care less about the conversation.

"Sorry, but I call bullshit on that." Eva crossed her arms. "He doesn't need to be in a better mindset. He just doesn't want to say it."

"Eva!" Renee and Nikki yelled at her.

"What? I'm just saying, I know guys like him, they want nothing to do with emotions."

"Eva, Dean's not like that." Renee tried to stand up for him.

"He may not seem like it but trust me, he an asshole just like all of them."

Angel eyes widened as a shot of anger ran through her as Eva ripped apart Dean's character.

"Hey." Natalya shook her head. "Remember you're talking about someone's relationship here."

"Yeah and I'm trying to warn her that she could just end it now. It's going to hurt but it's better then Dean stringing her along until he gets bored."

Clenching her fist, Angel shook her head hard. "I know you're trying to be 'helpful' but I can promise you that Dean's not that kind of guy."

"You're just naive." She tsked. "Everyone here has known him longer then you have, and he's never been one to get into feelings and this just proves it."

"No offence you might have known him longer, but I would have to say that I know him better."

"You know the Dean Ambrose that he wants you to know. Men like him like to become prince charming to get what they want."

"Stop acting like you know him!" Angel couldn't stop the outburst. "Or our relationship, because you know nothing."

Eva smirked. "I know you're mad that your relationship isn't what you thought it would be but don't take it out on me."

"I'm taking my anger out on you because your jumping to your own conclusions and smearing my boyfriends name."

"I'm just trying to help."

"Help? She let out a bitter chuckle. "No, what you're doing is forcing my relationship to fix into a shitty situation that you found yourself in once. Whatever happened to you, doesn't have anything to do with me and Dean. Please stop pretending it does."

She laughed as if Angel had just said the funniest thing in the world.

"What's so funny?" Anger was certainly getting the better of her.

"It's amusing how defensive your being."

"Of course, I'm being defensive!" She rose from her chair. "You're trying say that you know me, Dean and our relationship when I just met you moments ago."

"You're so naive." She shook her head. "Dean's going to break your heart and when he does don't come crying to me."

That was the last straw, Angel rose out of her chair as she fumbled to get her wallet out of her pocket. "Don't worry," She pulled out a twenty not caring that it was way more then her food and drink costed. "I won't" She slammed it down on the table and turned to walk off. "Oh," She stopped. "Next time you want to start drama, how about you wait until the next season of Total Divas."

Anger and disgust build in her as she walked away. Who did Eva think she was? She now knew why both Paige and Renee were hesitant about her. How could someone say that they knew anything about her and Dean's relationships when only just meeting her?

"Angel!" She heard Renee's voice trailing after her. "Angel!"

Sighing, Angel turned around. "Renee, I'm not going back in there."

"You weren't the one who should have left."

"Were you going to make her leave?" Renee gave her a look that was the visual form of duh. "It would have caused a bigger scene then we already had."

"So."

"So? There were people trying to enjoy their time and I didn't want to ruin it."

"So were you."

Angel shook her head. "I have to say I'm not in the mood for a girls' bunch right now. But that does not mean you have to leave. Go back and have some fun with the girls."

She looked back at the diner. "Nah, I rather just hang out with you." She linked her arm around Angel's. "Wanna stop at that Dunkin right by the hotel?"

Angel smiled. "You know that sounds great."

"Good, my treat since you paid for both of us back there."

"Just really didn't want to wait for change."

Skovko: Seth is playing dirty. I mean I don't think it's that Dean needs to learn not to take the bait. It's more like Dean needs to learn to control his temper.

Canadice: I'm glad I can make your day. Sorry for the long wait this time. I'll try to upload a lot sooner this time. A lot is going on right now and I'm struggling at finding the time and energy to write.

Katara Melody Cullen: Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.

Labinnacslove: And it's just going to keep getting worse for Seth after this. I mean have you seen the feud, Dean doesn't stop!

BrookeWorm3: Lol, love the review and he didn't. He understood that she wasn't going to listen to him and it wasn't her fault that Seth popped out of no where.

Samcoo12: Seth is a dick! I think the man reason that they were giving Angel trouble was just to be a dick to her. Making it hard for her because was part of the Shield. I have a plan for Dean's new music and outfit and I was going to add it here but I didn't want to make anyone wait too much longer so next chapter!

Sonia: They did need to talk about it. I'm trying to make WWE story lines a bit more realistic and it's hard. Sorry about the wait.

DT610: I'm so glad you like the story! I have a few ideas for whats going to happen with Dean as a singles wrestler but I'm kind of making this up as I go.

Kaylaapowell13: I'm so glad you enjoy reading the story! Sorry it took me so long to get the next chapter out. I don't normally take this long. A lot has happened in the last few months and it's getting harder and harder to write everyday. Also for some reason this chapter didn't want to come out of my brain.