Welcome to Chapter Ninety Seven! Sorry this one took so long to get out. I've been have a little bit of trouble the last couple of weeks. I hope you like it!

Tuesday: June 24, 2014/Wednesday: June 25, 2014/Smackdown: June 27, 2014

Dean didn't know what happened at the restaurant, but he knew something did. Aunt Nancy seemed to have lost her sharp tongue. In fact, she has been very quiet, barely saying a word, ever since they got back. He wondered if it had anything to do with him paying for their meal. He was sure everyone knew about it by now, and had a feeling that Nancy thought he only did it to prove all the things that she had said about him wrong. Which couldn't be farther from the truth. It had been his way of saying 'thank you' to Angel's parents for being so nice to him and for letting him stay over the last few times.

However, Aunt Nancy wasn't the only one acting strange. It was very subtle but he could tell that Angel was flustered, almost nervous; like a child who was trying not to get into trouble for something they did wrong.

"I hate to be a party pooper." Grace called as she stood from the couch. "But this old bat needs to go to bed."

Nancy stood with her mother. "We do have a long drive tomorrow."

"I think we all need to get some rest." Evelyn said in a very motherly way. There was a round of agreeing mummers before everyone got up, said goodnight and went their separate ways.

Making their way to the basement, Angel let out a yawn and stretched her arms up over her head. "God, it's been a long day." She stumbled over to her bag that was still on the couch and moved it. "Help me pull this thing out."

He quickly helped her strip the couch of its cushions before reaching down to grab the metal bar of the pull-out bed, giving it a good yank. Luckily without much effort, the folded mattress popped out and undid itself.

"So, are you going to tell me or what?" He said as he watched as she made up the bed with the bedding and pillows that her mom had set out for them when they got back.

"Tell you what?" She turned back to her suitcase.

"What happened at dinner?" He asked, unbuckling his belt.

"You were there."

"What happened when I was in the bathroom?"

She froze for a second. "Nothing, we just talked about stuff."

"Oh, come on."

"It's true." She said going back to getting changed into her pjs.

Sighing, he quickly shed himself of his jeans and button up shirt before reaching over and grabbing Angel, who was in the middle of pulling up her shorts. She let out a squeal as he yanked her down onto the pull-out bed which complained loudly as their weight landed on it. Pinning her hands over her head, he laid over her and looked her in the eyes. "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not." She tried to escape. "We did talk."

"About?" She looked away from him. "Angel, I already know that something happened. Your aunt has been acting strange ever since I came back from the bathroom. And I made sure that I didn't leave my zipper down."

"She started to badmouth you, and told me that I could do better, so I told her off."

He raised a brow. "You told your aunt off just because she was badmouthing me?"

"Yeah." She said unashamed.

"You didn't need to do that."

"Yes, I did. Family or not, I won't sit by and let anyone talk about you like that."

She's too perfect. He looked into her bright eyes. Just when he was about to open his mouth and say something sappy to her, he realized that she was pinned under him, topless. Not able to stop himself, he glanced down at those perfectly creamy mounds. When his mouth started to water, he gave himself a shake.

"So, what did she say about me that made you so upset?" He rolled off her to let her finish getting dressed.

"You know, your typical uptight aunt complaints. Foul-mouthed, unkempt, blah blah."

He looked up at the ceiling. "Story of my life."

The bed squeaked in time with Angel's movements on her side of the bed. He sighed, realizing that he was going to be hearing that all night. However, his thoughts trailed off as a warm weight landed on top of him. Chuckling, he wrapped his arms around her, growing puzzled when he felt her soft skin against him. When he looked down, he was greeted with the lovely sight of his half naked girlfriend laying across his chest.

"Well hello." He gripped her tighter. "Aren't you cold? Not that I'm complaining, just didn't think this was a titty out kind of day."

A pink hue covered her cheeks and she gave a shy smile. "Yours are out."

"You're right." He said looking at his pecks. "Want me to put them away?"

"No." She shook her head, nuzzling into him.

He groaned as he felt the first kiss against his skin, which was quickly followed by another and another. Just her little butterfly kisses had his nerves waking up. By the time her trail had reached his neck, his blood was already running south. "What's gotten into you?" He gave a hearty laugh when she nipped his collar bone.

She shrugged, kissing him again. His eyes fluttered when he felt a hot, wet warmth travel up his neck to his chin. Sitting up, Angel threw her leg over his waist to straddle him before setting back into her trail of kisses, starting with the spot right next to where his damn stitches were.

"Only a few more days." He knew she had been worried about them ever since he had his chin busted open.

Nodding, she kissed the spot again. "I'm surprised you still have them. I half expected someone to rip them out."

"Hey, I'm not that far gone. I know I need to keep stitches in."

"I didn't necessarily mean you." She laughed. "You've been in quite a few matches since you got them and I think you only needed them redone what, once?"

"Which, I'll have you know that's a record for me. Normally, I'm getting new stitches after every match."

She shook her head and kissed his cheek. "I'm just glad that they're coming out before Money in the Bank." She kissed right below his eye, then turned to his nose.

Dean let out a growl as she leaned down to kiss his other cheek. It was very obvious that she was avoiding his lips. She had kissed every other part of his face and he was starting to get annoyed. He wanted a real fucking kiss. Wanted to feel those soft lips against his, wanted to taste her. "Are you going to give me a real kiss, or what?"

She pulled back and pouted. "I was getting there." She smirked. "But now, you're just going to have to wait longer." She kissed his temple. Knowing that stopping her would just add more time to her imaginary timer, Dean let her run her course as she kissed down his jawline to his neck.

Once again that warm, wetness recked havoc on his nerves as she ran her tongue up to his ear. When she sucked hard on his earlobe, he clutched at the thin sheet under him. She flicked her tongue against his earring. "You really do like my earring don't you." He muttered through his clenched teeth. She hummed against him as she flicked her tongue again. After a bit more time spent on his piercing, she moved down to his chest.

"What's gotten into you?" He asked again.

"I don't know." She finally pulled away from him and drew her bottom lip in. "But I know what I want to get into me." Dean blinked at her words. "Too try hard?"

He shook his head and chuckled. "Just a bit." Her cheeks went red as she readjusted her position. He clenched his teeth as her movements made her rub against his swiftly growing erection. "Though that…That works." He unwound his fingers from the sheets and grasped her hips.

"Oh?"

He made her move against him again. "Oh yeah, it's working."

"I can tell." Her eyes flickered down.

He smirked. "Can you?"

She nodded.

When their eyes locked again, he started to rock his hips, making sure to push her down against him at the ark of each roll. He could see lust and want filling her eyes and he loved it. Loved being able to watch her slowly lose herself.

Her mouth dropped open in a silent gasp and he licked his lips. He couldn't wait to hear her little noises; he would eat them up. His eyes drifted to her bare chest. There's more I would like to eat up. Slowly, he ran his hand from her hips, up her stomach and to that sweet valley between her breasts. He stopped there for a moment to admire her creamy skin before he moved his hand up to her neck and face. He held her cheek and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. "You're so beautiful." He pulled her down for a kiss.

He went to pull away to start his own trail of kisses, when he felt a wonderful spike of pain come from his bottom lip. He moaned. Angel was biting his lip, and god wasn't that just a turn on.

When she pulled back, he swiped his tongue over the spot she had bit and a metallic taste filled his mouth. Smirking, he turned his attention to the woman sitting atop him to see her looking bashful. "Oh no, baby." He made her look up at him. "You don't get to play coy after drawing blood." He brought his hand up and dabbed his lip. He then showed her the small drop of blood that was left on his finger.

Her eyes widened. "Oh, I'm so sorry." She pulled his lip down to see the very small wound.

"Don't be." He grabbed her hand and used it to pull her closer. She fell flat against his chest. "You're allowed to make me bleed anytime." He drew her into another kiss. Tangling his hand into her long hair, he started rolling his hips again, bringing back that beautiful friction.

As they moved against each other, the springs of the pull-out couch didn't seem to enjoy it as much as they were; squeaking and whining with each movement.

Trying to ignore the noise, he focused on the kiss, only to feel her hands roaming around his body. She gripped onto his shoulders and used them to help her adjust her spot over him. She then ran her fingers up his neck and into his hair.

He pulled away to let them catch their breath and his eyes landed on her lips, a small hint of his blood marked them. Not sure how she would react in this situation, he went to wipe it away, but her tongue beat him too it.

He groaned at the sight and instantly pulled her back into a kiss. Their teeth smashed together from the force, but he could care less. Seeing her lick his blood off her lips spurred on something within him that he hadn't felt in a long time. Not since his indie days, back when he was a sick bastard. I still am. He told himself as he fantasized about Angel being one of those ring rats that he had wiped his blood on after a hard match. Pulling away to attack her neck, he ran a hand down her body pretending he was doing just that. He was really just a sick man.

When his roaming hands found her breasts, he played and teased her for a while before replacing his hands with his mouth. As he worked his magic on her pretty tits, he let his hands travel south to the spot between her legs. He couldn't hold in the groan as he ran his hand over her shorts, they were soaked. "Maybe I should let people badmouth me more often if it gets you this fucking wet."

Her face went bright red. "It wasn't that."

"Tell me baby, what has you like this?" He asked, sliding his hand under her waistband and running his fingers through her wetness. When she didn't answer, he looked up to see her fidgeting around to the point it alarmed him. "What is it?"

"I um…I liked…I liked how excited you got when you realized I made you bleed."

"Did you?"

"I don't know why, I just did." She explained. "I feel bad."

"No! Don't." He shook his head. "I fucking love it." He pulled his hand out of her shorts and grabbed her wrist. Looking her in eyes, he made her cup him through his underwear. "Instantly hard as steel." When she gave him a rub through the fabric, he shuddered. "Fuck me."

"Isn't that what were working towards?" She asked innocently.

"Oh yeah." He smirked. Pulling himself out of her grasp, he sat up onto his hunches. "Either you take your shorts off or I'm ripping them off." He stood up. "And I'm not sure you want that." Hell, he didn't want that; she looked damn fine in those shorts and it would be a pity to ruin them. As she scrambled to pull down her shorts and underwear, he grabbed a condom out of his bag and came back to find her splayed out for him.

"God baby, you make this grown ass man wanna drop to his knees." And he almost did when she opened her knees wide for him. Too perfect. His heart wasn't the only thing that swelled.

He climbed back onto the complaining bed and fell into his spot between her legs. His hands instantly found her wetness again. He gave her a few pets before pushing his finger into her core. She tensed for just a second before relaxing for him. "That's my girl."

He slowly worked her up to a rhythm that had her squirming. He loved that she was getting bolder. It almost made him forget that she was still pretty new to all this; almost. He could never really forget, because he loved being able to teach her all his tricks. And he loved watching her figure out tricks of her own.

Soon the basement was filled with a mix of Angel's little moans and the squeaks from the pull-out couch. She was starting to thrash around on the mattress, but he didn't ease. He kept up with the rhythm, making sure to press his palm into her clit with each thrust. Her legs started to shake around him and she threw her head back. Knowing what was about to come, he reached up with his free hand and covered her mouth; just in time to muffle the screams that pushed from her.

When she collapsed his arms, he pulled away from her, allowing her to catch her breath. He watched her as she came down from her high. She was the picture of a woman in bliss. He could look at her all day, well he could if he wasn't so hard that it hurt. He maneuvered himself between Angel's legs so that he could lean down and give her a kiss.

Her lips curled up slightly in a sleepy grin as she looked up at him. "Hey."

"Hey, how you doing?" He chuckled as he gave her another kiss.

"I'm doing great." She stretched her arms over her head.
"You look it." He rubbed her cheek. "You good enough for part two?"

She hummed, leaning into his touch. "I'm good for anything."

"Oh, you don't wanna say that." He warned. "I won't be responsible for my actions."

She giggled. "Give me what you got."

"I don't think that's a good idea, we might end up breaking this bed if I do that."

"True." She nodded as the bed squealed under her movements. "At least the mattress is comfy."

"Well that's good. Wouldn't want you to get bed sores." He said nuzzling hair, making her squirm as he rubbed his growing beard on her cheek. "Though I wouldn't mind making you sore in other ways." He smirked as he ran his hand over the inside of her thigh.

"What are you waiting for?"

It was like a switch flipped in his brain and suddenly he was kissing her as hard as he could. Not waiting for her to catch up, he moved the hand on her thigh to her wetness. As soon as he touched her, Angel's body jumped, and she gave a small yelp. Her orgasm had her so sensitive. He smirked against her as he teased some more, working her back up. When he had her to the point that her body was quaking against him, he stopped and pulled back just enough to watch her as he put on the condom.

When she gave him a small pout, Dean chuckled softly before kissing her again. Angel grabbed onto him as if she was worried that he was going to leave and pulled him down to her. That's when he felt himself slide along her heat. They both moaned.

Still holding onto him, Angel undulated her hips, giving him another taste of that delicious, warm softness. A growl rose up from his chest. All his wants came rushing to the front of his mind and they were all about her. He maneuvered their position a bit before placing his hands on either side of her head. Kissing her nose, he eased his hips forward.

She let out a gasp as she grabbed onto his arms. He could feel her nails digging into his skin, adding fuel to his already hard to control fire. Glancing down at the woman under him, he tried to assess how she was doing. Was she clawing him out of pain, or pleasure?

"You ok?" He grunted.

She looked up at him and nodded. "I'm good."

After taking a second to see if she was really ok, or if she was just saying that; Dean took a deep breath as he pushed forward. Seated so deep within her, he paused to re-collect his fleeting mind.

He glanced down at where their bodies were connected. Even after being together as many times as they had, he still couldn't believe that this was the same girl he met back at the end of January. He didn't know if he would ever get used to the fact that he was sleeping with Angel, let alone in a long-term relationship with her.

He must have paused for longer then he thought, because Angel pulled herself up just enough to be able to kiss his chest. He smirked down at her as he felt those little butterfly kisses starting up again. "Impatient?"

She blinked up at him. "Just making sure you knew I'm ok." She kissed him again. "You seemed to be thinking about something."

"Just about how lucky I am." He said smoothly.

Even as she blushed, Angel rolled her eyes. "Stop being so cheesy and just fuck me already."

Raising a brow, Dean caught the snicker in his throat. "As you wish." He gave a roll of his hips. A moan spilled from her as her head fell back, and her grip tightened on his arms. "First you told off your aunt, and now you're ordering me to fuck you." He leaned down to her ear. "I'm starting to think maybe I am a bad influence on you." He nipped at her before setting into a rhythm.

Pleasure seared through him, as he pumped in and out of her body. But he knew he wasn't the only one feeling it. Angel's back bowed; her pretty tits slipped across his sweating chest. She tightened around him to the point that it was getting harder to move.

He cursed himself for not rubbing one out in the shower earlier today. As he fought the need to come, sweat covered his brow. He wanted to pause to give himself a reprieve, but both Angel's little moans and the nails in his arms told him not to.

"Dean." She begged in an airy voice.

"I got you darlin'." He cooed through clenched teeth.

Knowing that he couldn't fight much longer, he went to his knees, pulling her up to straddle his lap. When he wrapped his arms around her waist, to hold her against him, he found himself missing the feeling of her clawing him. However, he forgot about that quickly as he felt the feeling of her nails tearing down his back.

"Fuck!" He barked. Grabbing the back of her head, he smashed his lips to hers and reveled in her taste. Even as bold as she was being her taste was the same, sweet and addictive; like a forbidden candy that a man like him was never supposed to get his hands onto. But now it was his. The hand on the back of her head tangled itself into her hair. All his.

When he gave the locks a little tug, he was rewarded with another scratch on his back. His hips surged upwards, snapping against hers, making her cry out as he bottomed out in her. Shit. The pressure in his cock was starting to become agonizing. Grabbing her hips, he picked up his pace, rocking into her with all that he could muster.

"Dean!" She cried as she held on for dear life. "Oh god." She nuzzled his neck. He could feel her getting close to coming. He could do it; he could withstand the pull of her just long enough to take her there.

A few more thrust and he felt Angel shaking in his arms, felt her knees clamp, felt her breathing hitch in a silent scream against his skin. Then he felt her come. And god did he feel it. Felt her spasms ripple up and down his cock. Felt her sweet little pussy demanding him to follower her.

With one last surge of his hips, he came.

Shit. Fucking… Ah.

A.A.A.

Angel let out a little hum as she woke in a warm cocoon. Letting her eyes open a crack, she grew puzzled when she saw a bunch of exercise equipment, but then she remembered where she was. Taking a deep breath, she turned to her back, cringing when her legs knocked against each other.

Pulling the blankets off of her, she eyed up her naked body and couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Reaching down, she ran her hand over the ten finger shaped bruises that lined her thigh and hips. The marks of a wonderful night.

Heavy footsteps came from the stairs and Angel quickly covered herself once more. She had a feeling it was Dean, but she didn't want to take any chances. Not when her aunt and grandma where around. For all she knew, it was her aunt coming down to wake her up to yell at her for what happened at dinner. However, as she noticed the pair of familiar running shoes and shorts coming down the stairs, she relaxed.

Dean got to the bottom of the stairs and stopped when he looked at her. "Hey." He smiled. "I didn't wake you, did I?"

"No." She shook her head as she sat up slightly.

"Good." He nodded.

Taking in the sight of the man in front of her, she blinked. Judging by the shorts and shoes, he was coming back from his workout. But he was wearing a heavy black hoodie. One that he hadn't used since the end of March, when the weather started to get warmer. Pittsburgh wasn't known for being that cold at the end of June. "You worked out in that?"

He looked down at himself. "Something wrong with it?"

"No, I just thought that it would be a little warm for that thick of a hoodie."

"Yeah, but I didn't have anything else to wear."

"Wait what?" Now she was even more puzzled. "Don't you have like a crap ton of t-shirts and tank tops with you?"

"I do, but I didn't have any other long sleeves."

"Long sleeves?" She blinked at the man who was walking over to her. "It's like ninety degrees out, why would you want a long sleeve?"

"Well, because I didn't think you wanted the whole world to see these." He pulled up his sleeve. Angel's eyes went wide in horror as she saw that his arm was littered with small cuts. Her mind raced to try and figure out what they were and why she wouldn't want the rest of the world to see them. That's when it hit her, they were from last night, she had dug her nails into him and left marks.

Even as she felt bad, she shrugged. "Well I guess it's only fair."

He raised a brow. "Fair?"

She uncovered her legs. "I marked you, you marked me."

"Shit." He hissed as he leaned down to run his fingers over her bruises. "Does it hurt?"

"Just a little sore." He nodded and sat down on the bed, making the springs squeal. "So, how did your workout go?"

"Good, I went for my run, came back and had a very awkward cup of coffee with your mom and aunt, then did my normal exercises in the backyard."

"Coffee with my aunt? I'm not sure if I'm sad or happy that I missed that."

"Be happy, it was bad. Your mom tried to have a conversation, while your aunt just gave one-word answers."

"Great." She should have known that her aunt was going to hold a grudge. There was no forgive and forget with that woman. "Did my mom and dad head off to work already?"

"Yep." Dean nodded as he untied his running shoes.

She sighed. "I guess I should get dressed."

"I mean, I don't mind. But your aunt and grandma might not appreciate you just walking around naked." He chuckled.

"Yeah, I don't think so." Taking a deep breath, Angel pushed herself up and out of the couch-bed and over to her bag. She grabbed out her clothes before giving her back a stretch. As she got dressed, her mind ran through her schedule like she did every morning. Luckily, the only thing that needed done today was taking back the rental car. "What time is it?" She asked as she pulled her shirt over her head.

She heard him fumble around for a moment before he said. "Twenty till eleven."

"I say we get dressed and take the rental car back." She said pulling up her jeans. "Then we'll have the rest of the day to do nothing."

"So, we take the car back." His voice drew closer. "Then we'll come back down here and give those springs another workout." His arms snaked around her waist.

She giggled and reached up to ruffle his hair. "Behave."

"That's no fun."

"Hey, I just woke up."

"Whose fault is that?"

"Yours for keeping me up so late." A shiver went down her spine as Dean's breath tickled her ear. "Come on, Dean." She tried to pull herself out of his arms. "We have to take the car back, and I'm sure my family wants to see me before they leave." She said remembering that her grandma said something about leaving around lunch time.

He exhaled and pulled away. "Fine."

As she straightened her clothes, she heard the sounds of the pull-out couch squeaking. She glanced back to see Dean had sat down on the edge of the thing and was reaching for his boots. "I'm going to run upstairs to brush my teeth, then we'll head out."

"Alright."

Quickly, Angel made her way up the stairs. Just as she was about to round her way to the second pair of steps, she heard someone laugh. "Oh finally, Miss Sleepy greets the world with her presence."

Turning to the voice, she saw her grandma sitting on the couch. "Morning."

"Morning." The older lady smiled. "I was starting to get worried that you were going to sleep the day away again."

"Hey, I haven't done that in a while." She defended herself. "When I'm on the road, I'm normally up in the morning with the boys, so I can go to the gym with them."

"You're going to the gym now?" Her grandma whistled. "Not sleeping until midafternoon and working out? If I would have known working for that wrestling company would have been such a good influence on you, I would have sprung for the VIP backstage tickets for your eighteenth birthday."

"What would VIP tickets have done, I still needed to go to school for production."

"Well, maybe you would have met Dean back then."

"Grandma!" She laughed. "Dean wasn't even in the WWE when I was eighteen."

The woman cocked her head. "Well then I should have bought you tickets for one of his shows. He was still wrestling, right?"

"Yes, he was working in the indies."

"Well you could have met him back then."

"Do you even know what the percentage is for that to happen, even if I went to see one of his shows?" She thought about going to see 'Jon Moxley' wrestle. If what both he and Roman had told her about Dean back in the indies was true, she would have just been one of many girls chasing him. He wouldn't have even noticed her.

"Better late than never, I guess."

Angel snickered and shook her head at her grandmother. "How late are you and Aunt Nancy staying today?"

"For a bit longer. We're going to head out for lunch, just the two of us, before we head out."

"Alright, we should be back before you leave then."

"Where you going?"

"Just taking the rental car back." She glanced at the clock that was part of the cable box. "Speaking of which, we better head out soon. Don't want to be charged for an extra day." She patted the back of the couch. "Be right back."

Making her way up the stairs to the bathroom, she paused at the top of the steps when she saw her aunt walking out of the guest room. Both women looked at each other for a moment. Angel's heart skipped a beat, she had been hoping to not run into her aunt all by herself, since Dean said that she still seemed upset about what happened last night. Taking a deep breath, she put on a cheerful face. "Morning."

"Morning." The woman smiled back at her. "Did you sleep well?"

When Dean finally let me go to bed. "I did, did you?"

"Yes, I did, thank you for asking."

Angel nodded. "Excuse me, I need the bathroom."

"Right." She stepped out of the way.

It wasn't until Angel shut the bathroom door, that she let out the breath she was holding. She rubbed her face and looked into the mirror. "That could have gone worse."

After shaking her head, she finished getting ready for the day; went to the bathroom, brushed her hair and teeth, and checked for any visible marks that Dean might have left last night. She then made her way back downstairs to see Dean and her grandma having a conversation while her aunt sat across the room.

"Ready?" She asked, hopping down the last step.

Dean looked back at her and nodded. "So, what car am I taking?"

"I'll drive the rental car and you can take mine." She said walking over to where she left her purse last night. Only to let out a sigh when she didn't see her phone in the bag. Just as she went to turn around to start her search through the house, her vision was filled with the thing she was looking for. "Thanks." She smiled as she took the phone from him.

"So, I get to drive your car."

"Is there a problem with that?" She asked. "I know it's no Shelly but it's still dependable." She knew that Dean was very fond of his car. He had complained about the newer cars not being as reliable as his Chevelle.

"Hey, I didn't mean it like that." He told her. "Just most people would rather drive their own car."

She shrugged, grabbed her car keys out of the small dish next to the door, and tossed them to him. "Go easy on her."

…

The rest of the day was boring; they took the car back, stopped and grabbed some Dunkin Donuts, and went home to say goodbye to her grandma and aunt. And now Angel found herself, laying on the couch, her head on Dean's lap as they watched the Hansel & Gretel movie with Jeremy Renner. This was the third movie in a row that they watched, they had already seen Riddick and Now You See Me.

Just as her eyelids were slowly starting to fall, she heard the door open behind them, followed by the sounds of plastic bags. Ah, just the two people I was looking for." She heard her mother chuckle.

Sitting up, Angel looked back at her mom to see the woman wrestling with two larger bags. "What's up, Mom?"

"I got something for you two." She held up the bags in her hands.

"You didn't have to buy us anything."

Her mom shrugged as she walked around the couch and popped down in the recliner. "There's this shop near my office that me and some of the girls I work with went to check out at lunch. Well let's just say I saw these and couldn't help but pick them up." She said rummaging through the bags.

The first thing she pulled out was a grey leather jacket. "I wasn't sure if you already had something like this, but I think it'll look really nice on you."

"Shit Evelyn, you didn't have to get me anything." Dean said standing up from the couch. He took the thing and gave it a look over before trying it on. "Especially a leather jacket, these things aren't cheap." He shifted around to test the thing.

"It wasn't that bad, I'm good at spying a deal." She waved him off. "I just hope it isn't snug."

Dean thew a few punches into the air and smirked. "Fits like a glove."

"Oh good!" Evelyn clapped. "I was so worried. I had to eyeball it, since I didn't know your measurements."

"Well you have a good eye then." He chuckled. "So, how does it look?"

Angel glanced him up and down. "You look good." She smiled. Gray leather wasn't the first thing she would have picked for him, but he did look good in it. However, she was sure that there wasn't much that Dean could wear that wouldn't look good on him. "Really good."

"Now Angel." Her mom said with more rustling of plastic bags. "I know you do have something like this," She pulled out a black leather jacket that did look similar to one she already owned, just a little plainer. "but this one seems a little lighter, and I thought since you weren't wearing your vest anymore, that maybe you could work your artist magic and use this for the show." She held the thing up. "A t-shirt and jeans just seems a little plain compared to what you used to wear."

Pursing her lips, Angel looked at the jacket, trying to figure out just how she could 'work her artist magic' on it. "I don't know what I would do to it." She said honestly. "I could just wear it as is."

Her mom looked back at the jacket and sighed. "Well if you're just going to wear it as is, I think you should go with the one you already have, I like the style of that one a bit better." She stated. "I picked this one up, so you could do something fun and not have to ruin your good one."

"That was thoughtful of you." She said feeling bad. "I just don't know what I could do to jazz it up."

"You could do something similar to what I did back in the indies." Dean spoke up.

"What did you do?" Her mom asked.

"I spray-painted Mox on the back of my jackets." He said making the gestures as if he was doing it now.

"Well I can't paint Mox on the back of mine." Angel picked.

"Well of course not, smartass." He gave her a playful shove. "But you could put 'Angel' or something on it."

She scrunched up her nose. She didn't like the thought of promoting herself, she was just the manager, not the Superstar. "I don't know. I would rather put your name on it."

It was Dean's turn to wrinkle his nose. "Dean just doesn't have the same ring like Mox did."

"What about Ambrose?" Her mom suggested.

"Too long." Angel sighed. "I wouldn't be able to fit the full word."

"What about the logo you made up for me for that merch that never got used."

Her eyes lit up at Dean's suggestion. "Oh! I forgot about that." She clapped her hands. She hadn't necessarily forgotten about the logo, she had felt so bummed out that she hadn't been able to use it that she pushed it to the back of her mind. But now. Feeling giddy as all hell, Angel raced up to her room to grab some supplies before running back down. "I'm not sure how it will transfer." She said dropping everything on the coffee table. "But I'll give it a shot."

…

Angel grew excited as they pulled into the CONSOL Energy Center. She had been here many times in her life to watch her favorite wrestlers, but this was the first time she was coming to the arena to be a part of the show. The fact that her parents were joining them to get the full behind the scenes VIP treatment only added to her excitement.

"We're here!" She chimed as they parked. She looked at her parents who were sitting in the back seat with huge smiles on their faces. Both of them where all dressed up for the show, her mom wore an older John Cena shirt from back in 2011, while her dad wore a Rey Mysterio shirt that had '619 West Coast Pop' on it. The two looked like what she imagined she used to look when they took her to the shows. "Now remember you promised, no embarrassing stories."

"We're not children." Her mom scoffed. "We know how to behave."

"Do you?" She raised a brow. "I'll remember that the next time you print out a giant picture of me and Dean."

"Hey, I told you that was your mom's idea." Her dad defended himself.

Shaking her head, Angel turned back to Dean to see that he was checking his phone. When he pocketed the thing, he stated that Roman was inside the arena waiting for them. Piling out of the car, Dean popped the trunk and pulled out all the bags and whatnots that they needed for the show before the four of them walked towards the loading dock entrance.

"Dean! Angel!" Fans cheered from blocked off area's around the arena.

"Wow, do fans always arrive this early to see you guys?" Her mom asked as they stopped to wave at said fans.

"Pretty much." Dean nodded. "I don't know whether to call them dedicated or crazy."

"Both." Angel chuckled. "Though I do think it's sweet that people are willing to show up so earlier just to catch a glimpse of their favorite wrestlers."

As soon as they made their way into the hustle and bustle that was backstage at a WWE show, her parent's mouth fell open in audible gasps. "This is all for the show?"

She looked around seeing the various WWE road cases and equipment among other things. "I'm sure some of this is for the Pens and other events."

"Oh sure." Her dad said as if he forgot that the CONSOL Energy Center was the home of the Pittsburgh Penguins.

Shaking her head, her eyes were caught by the sign that said travel schedules. "Hey, give me a moment." She said walking over to the table. She looked over all the paper packets that littered the thing, trying to find the one she was looking for.

"Hey Angel." The lady behind the table smiled at her.

"Hey." She smiled back and picked up the packet for Road Team A and looked it over. She let out a huge exhale as she saw that Roman was going to be going up against Bray Wyatt for at least the first few days of this house show tour. Great. The farther she looked down the list of matches the more puzzled she got. She couldn't find Dean's match. "Um, I have a question." She turned back to the lady behind the table. "I can't seem to find Dean Ambrose's match."

"Oh?" She grabbed one of the schedules. "It should be…yes right here." She pointed at the paper.

Angel leaned down to see the words 'Dean Ambrose verses Seth Rollins'. She then noticed that the top of the paper said 'Road Team B'. "Wait, he's on Team B?" She cocked her head. "When was he switched over?"

"Oh, they just refreshed the schedule." The lady said. "The higher ups thought that the B Team looked a little lax."

Taking a deep breath and thanking the lady, Angel walked away from the table, cursing the higher ups.

"Everything ok?" Her mom asked.

"They moved Dean to the B Team for this round of house shows." She stated. "Which means I now have to do a lot of last-minute work." She had to cancel everything that she had set up for them, plane tickets, hotel rooms, even interviews and appearances, and book new ones. She even had to cancel a double date with Renee and Jon, who just happened to be heading up to visit Renee's family.

"So, we're not going to Canada?" Dean asked.

"Nope. We get to head out to Colorado." She sighed. "But upside, you're going up against Seth."

"You mean, Seth, and Kane, and Randy, and whoever else the Authority picks to take me out."

Angel closed her eyes as she tried to pretend that Dean wasn't correct about that. When she opened them again, she noticed her parents' worried looks. "Well, that's all part of future problems. Today is about showing you two around." She looked up at Dean. "Did Roman tell you were he was hanging out."

"Nope." Dean popped a piece of gum in his mouth. "He just said he found a spot."

"Well that just means we have to go for a walk." She took her bags from the small pile that Dean had made up while waiting for her to finish getting the schedule.

Walking around backstage, Angel pointed out everything she felt was important, catering, the gorilla, one of the main interview spaces, even the office that Stephanie and Hunter was using for the show.

"How do you guys walk around back here without getting lost." Her mom asked.

"Well one, they put signs up for us." She said pointing to the walls that were littered with the taped-up pieces of paper. "And two, you get used to it after a while." Angel remembered her first couple of weeks working for the company, she had a hell of a time getting around. Had to use the signs for everything. Now she can find pretty much anything on her own.

"Most arenas are laid out the same." Dean added. "Most."

She nodded her head in agreement when the curtained off area that made up the wardrobe department came into view. "Oh!" She gasped. "I wanna stop in wardrobe for a moment."

Leading the small train of people behind her over to the curtains, she peeked her head through and looked around, making sure there wasn't anyone getting changed back there before inviting her parents back.

"Rachael!" She called.

After a second, the woman she was looking for peeked around a curtain and smiled. "Hey! What's up!"

"I wanna show you something, you busy?"

"I will be in a moment, Foxy is coming in soon." She sounded less than thrilled about that.

"I'll be quick then." Angel put her bag on the table and unzipped it. "Oh, Racheal, this is my mom and dad." She pointed over her shoulders. "Mom, Dad, this is Racheal. She's the artist behind my vest. And the lead member in wardrobe.

"Oh!" Her mom perked up at the words. "It's so nice to meet you! That vest was so good looking. It fit Angel to a t!"

Racheal smiled with a small blush. "Thank you, I'm glad you liked it. It was so much fun working on something like Angel's vest. It's such a breath of fresh air from the typical sparkly and colorful Diva outfits that I'm normally working with."

"Well if you ever need a moment away from the sparkly stuff, you can always look my way." Angel laughed.

"So, what do you have to show me?"

"What I'm planning on wearing for Money in the Bank." She pulled out the jacket that her mom gave her. Her eyes ran over the painting that she worked so hard on over the last couple of days and took a deep breath. She was proud with how it turned out, proud enough that she had picked a pay-per-view to show it off, but for some reason showing it to Racheal made her feel nervous. Giving one last look at the painted version of the logo, she turned it around.

Her heart stopped as Racheal's eyes dropped down to the artwork. "You painted this?"

"Yeah."

"It's really good!" She smiled wide. "You don't know how happy I am that you're still going with this." She pointed at the painting. "When I saw the drawing, you made for the Shield merch, I was so excited to start using those logos you made for the boys but then…you know." She trailed off as her eyes ran over to Dean. She cleared her throat. "Well that doesn't matter, I'm just glad that you still wanted to use it. God! Why are you a manager, I could really use you here in the wardrobe department."

"Hey now, are you trying to filch my manager?" Dean stepped into the conversation. "I'm going to have to stop that right now."

Racheal laughed. "Damn right I am. Do you see what your girlfriend can do?" She pointed at the jacket.

"What I can do?" Angel raised a brow. "I can draw, sure. But you made me a vest. Like by hand, from scratch, a corset vest; remember that. No way. I can't sow with a darn. I would be worthless. I mean unless you paint on leather jackets on the regular."

"No, I can't say we paint leather jackets that often." Racheal gave a fake pout. "I guess this means you get to keep your manager Dean."

Angel laughed as Dean wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "Damn right."

"RACHEAL!" A high-pitched voice echoed through the hallway making everyone turn towards the curtain. Suddenly an aggressive struggling noise came as the black curtain started to flail around like crazy. "Where is my gear!"

"Looks like Foxy is here." Racheal sighed.

Suddenly, Alicia Fox busted through the curtain. She looked furious for a moment before fixing her hair and giving a coy smile. "Racheal, did you fix my gear?"

"I just need you to try it on."

Angel watched closely as Alicia made her way around the open area, making sure to walk very close to her, Dean, and her parents. Her attitude changed suddenly as she walked up to Dean and her father and gave them both a sweet smile. She then looked both men up and down and winked at them. The smile on Alicia's face fell as soon as her eyes landed on her. The woman then squared up and snapped her teeth. After a second the smile came back and she walked off.

Confused about what just happened, Angel waved to Racheal because quickly leading everyone out of wardrobe. "That was…wow." She took a deep. "Sorry about that." She apologized to her parents.

"Why?" Her mom asked. "I enjoyed that."

"You did?"

"Oh course." Her dad agreed. "I've always wondered if Fox's attitude was just for show but now I know…it's not."

"Paige said that she puts it on a bit."

"I'm sure. She didn't yell in our face or throw anything."

…

After a little bit more walking around, they finally found Roman sitting on a travel case looking at his phone. "Finally, there you are."

"Hey guys." Roman stood from his spot. "What took you so long?"

"I don't know, maybe it was the fact that when I asked 'where are you' you answered, in a back corner." Dean said as he threw his bag down.

Roman scratched he back of his head. "Yeah, that might not have been the best way to help."

"You think."

"Well you're here now." He shrugged.

Angel shook her head as she placed her things down with Deans. "Well, now that we are here, you can meet my parents. Roman, meet my mom and dad, Mom and Dad meet Roman Reigns."

Roman wiped his hand on his pants. "Please to meet you." He shook their hands.

"The pleasure is ours." Her mom giggled. "We've heard so much about you."

"Well, I've been waiting to meet the parents that let this one in their home." He pattered Dean's shoulders. "I hope he's been up to his best behaver."

"When haven't I been."

Roman rolled his eyes. "We don't have time for me to list everything."

"You don't have to worry about anything, Dean's been nothing but a sweetheart."

"That right."

Her parents praised Dean.

"Good, I would have to rough him a bit." Roman crossed his arms.

"You wanna try me?" He warned.

"Anytime, any day Uso." Roman answered with a shove.

"Oh that's how it's going to be."

"What are you going to do about it?"

They both moved nose to nose with huge smiles on their faces. "Children, can you not." Angel said as her parents laughed at the display. Both men looked at her, shrugged and split apart.

"Is it always like this?" Her mom whispered as she tried to stifle a laugh.

"With these two?" She nodded. "Sometimes it's worse."

"Worse?" Dean acted as if he took offence to her words. "I think you mean better."

"Yes totally, that's what I meant." She turned to her parents. "Welcome to a day in my life."

"Never a dull day."

"That's for sure."

MarshWolffe: I thought that everyone liking Dean was a little bit of a stretch, surely someone wouldn't approve with Angel dating a 'brawler'. You know what I mean.

Katara Melody Cullen: I'm so glad you liked the chapter. Wow I didn't realize how much hate there would be for Aunt Nancy but I'm glad I wrote her to be so detestable.

Labinnacslove: Yeah I wanted Angel to have some backbone when it came to her man. Nobody talks bad about Dean when she's around.

BrookeWorm3: I'm glad the house show was fun. I think we all do know someone like Aunt Nancy. Don't worry I have an idea for the Uncle and Cousin.

Silentmayhem: I wanted her to be kind of down to earth and loveable, I hope I created that. And wow everyone really doesn't like Aunt Nancy. Lol. I was thinking about giving away the tickets but I wasn't sure how because the show is like two days away. I guess they could have done an giveaway at one of their interviews but I didn't write them in so...oops.

Canadice: I'm sorry about the anxiety. I'm glad you ship them, lol. It would be weird if you didn't.

Sonia: I'm glad you liked the chapter. Do I write family scene well? Wow! Thank you! That means a lot to me. I did answer your second question, I hope you saw it already. It's been done for a little bit.

ParadigmShift81: Not sure if you made it here, but hello! I hope you like the story. I hope I didn't lose you. I loved your reviews they made me smile. Thank you for reading. I hope you keep liking the story.