Welcome to Chapter One Hundred One
WOOT we've made it to chapter 100! This is another long one, I hope you guys like it.
Money in the Bank: June 29, 2014
"LET ME GO!" Angel screamed at the top of her lungs as she fought with the guard that was holding her back. "LET ME GO!" She threw her elbow back, not caring if she connected with someone, she would happily pay for that fine. After what she was forced to stand here and witness, there wasn't anything she wouldn't do to get down to the ring. As she squirmed in the guard's arms, her eyes were locked on the screen in front of her as it showed Dean laying in the middle of the ring not moving.
She should have known that something like this was going to happen, should have realized it as soon everyone cleared out of the gorilla while Dean laid into Seth with that chair. She should have realized it when Stephanie and Hunter had appeared out of nowhere and ordered for the guard to restrain her.
At the time she was so confused that she didn't fight against it, that was until she saw Kane making his way towards the curtains. Then everything clicked in place.
I should have known! I should have known! She yelled at herself.
This entire night, she had a bad feeling about the show, but once Dean's arm got hurt, she thought that it was over, that that was what she had been dreading this whole time. But No. God if she only went back down to the ring with him, if she had only been there for him. Maybe, just maybe she could have done something.
"Hunter, this isn't fair." Renee said trying to get them to release her.
"What's best for business isn't always fair."
"Come on, it's over. Seth had already won." She sighed. "Let her go. Her boyfriend is down there, not moving after being hit with a Chokeslam and a Tombstone Piledriver. The least you could do is let her go down there and make sure he's ok."
Hunter sighed as he looked at the reporter in front of him. Clicking his tongue, he nodded to the guard. "Let her go."
As soon as the arms that had held her in a Full Nelson let her go, she took off for the ring. Pushing through the curtains, she raced down the ramp, pushing past a laughing Seth Rollings.
"Aren't you going to congratulate me?" Seth called after her as she slid through the ropes and over to Dean.
As soon as her eyes landed on the man who laid eyes closed in front of her, her eyes started to water, blurring her vision. Trying to clear them away, she looked from his bleeding chin to his slightly more swollen left shoulder.
God, this was all her fault. If it wasn't for her, she he wouldn't have been able to come back out, he wouldn't have suffered a Chokeslam and a Tombstone Piledriver. He wouldn't be laying here, out cold. Her mind shot back to the image of Kane ripping Dean's body off the mat by his newly relocated left arm, and she prayed that he didn't pull it back out of place.
I should have known.
D.D.D.
As Dean stirred, he was hit with a wall of noise. It was so loud and had his already pounding head even worse. It took a while to realize that the noise was Seth's theme song mixed with a load of boos. Then it took a few moments more for him to realize that if he was hearing all that, that Seth had won the match.
But how could that be? The last thing he remembered was throwing Seth out of the ring after hitting him with a chair a bunch of times. Wait. Suddenly the memory of Kane ripping him off the ladder, and the feeling of taking the Chokeslam washed over him. That fucking bastard!
No only had Seth won, but he fucking cheated. Dean had been inches away from grabbing the case, when Kane came down and ruined it all. She should have known. Should have seen this coming. Plan A, I win. Plan B, I win. Dean gritted his teeth as he remembered Seth's words from the stupid video package. Once again, he fell for the Authority's fucking plan b. I'm going to rip him apart. Piece by blood piece, I'm going to rip him apart and…
A sniffle pulled him from his dark thoughts. It sounds like someone was crying, but who the fuck would be crying at a wrestling show, except maybe Seth after he got ahold of him. Angel. He forced his eyes opened and blinked until his vision cleared. Just above him he expected Angel was leaning over him, tears streaming down his face. Why was she crying? Did something happened? Did someone do something to her? Did that bastard…He locked down his mind, he wouldn't let his mind wander that way.
"Angel?" He groaned as he reached up to wipe her cheeks, only for his arm to fall before reaching her. Staring at his arm, he blinked until he realized that it was his left one. Shit. He grumbled as he tried again with his right. The warmth of her skin filled his palm and he smirked as she leant into his touch. "Hey darlin', what's with the tears?" He asked hoping that it wasn't anything to do with Seth because if it was… I'll rip him to shreds with my teeth.
"Just worried." She sniffled again.
"All this because you're worried about little ol' me?" He shook his head. "There's nothing to worry about." He rubbed his thumb against her cheek. "I've had worse. You know that firsthand."
She nodded and rubbed her eyes. "I know it's just…"
All Hail…The King of Kings.
Dean's eyes widened as he rolled around on the mat so that he could look up at the stage. He watched Hunter and Stephanie come out to congratulate Seth for his win. Rage started to build up inside of him. Of course, of course the Authority was coming out here to showboat their new pet's win. Of course. He wasn't that stupid to not expect that at least. Arrogant pricks.
"Easy Dean." Angel warned him as he tried to push up onto his arms. Fighting through the pain, he worked his way to the ropes, only to realize that the Authority's theme had stopped and the three people he wanted to punch were no longer standing on top of the stage.
Gritting his teeth, he held his left arm closer to him and pushed himself through the ropes and down to his feet. His back didn't like that, but his knees didn't give out, which was a good sign. At least his spine was in working order.
Angel came around, wrapped an arm around him, and smiled. He tired to return it but failed. As they walked backstage, he kept his eyes peeled for Seth. As much as he hated that smug face of his, he wanted to see it just this one time, so that he could punch it. However, with all his looking around, he locked eyes with the medic from before and sighed.
"Hey Doc." He said like he didn't just threaten him like twenty minutes ago. Like he didn't think about nailing the man's nuts to the wall with a spoon just because he was following the rules.
"Are you going to be good this time, Ambrose?"
Taking a deep breath, he fought the urge to tell the man to fuck off. Somewhere in the smart of his brain he knew that he needed to get his arm looked at. "Yeah, let's do this."
Shock filled the man's eyes as he turned to lead them down the hall to the trainers' room. As soon as they stepped into the stupidly bright room, Dean hopped up onto the table. And as if wasting a moment would spark him to change his mind, the medic instantly set in on poking and prodding his shoulder.
Clenching his jaw, Dean locked his eyes on the wall in front of him. He hated this. Hated anything that had to do with hospitals or doctors, but what he hated the most was this, one on one time with the doctor. He hated the looks he got when they realized just how much shit he put his body through, like it was something to be ashamed of.
"Lift your arm up as far as you can." The medic told him. Slowly, he did what he was told, fighting through the spikes of pain until his hand was as high as he could make it go. "Hold it there."
More poking had him gritting his teeth, that was until the medic hit a partially sore spot then he couldn't help but cringe. As he untensed his body, he looked around the room trying to distract himself from the pain. Quickly his eyes fell on the one thing he knew could distract him, Angel. And distract him it did, but not in the way that he thought she would. Her eyes were watery with worry. Every grunt and groan he made, made the look deepen.
"Hey Angel," He said just as the medic moved his arm in a way that made pain shoot from his shoulder to his fingertips. "Ah, do me a favor. I'm really thirsty."
"Water?" She asked.
"Yeah, thanks." He nodded as she walked out of the room. Now with his distraction gone, he tried to focus on something else when he heard the medic click his tongue. "Got something to say doc?"
"It's just that the medical staff here was hoping that now that you have a girlfriend, you would start listening to us a bit more, or at least start taking care of yourself better. That way we wouldn't be in situation like this, anymore."
"Why the hell would the fact that I have a girlfriend now change anything?" He asked as the medic made him put his arm out to the side.
"Because now you have someone to look after and you can't do that very well from a body cast or a body bag."
Dean took a breath at the man's words. He was right. He did have someone to look after now. But what he didn't understand was why everyone thought that that would make him take better care of himself. Even his own mom once said that she hoped that when he found himself a decent girl, he would start treating his body better.
What people didn't seem to understand was that he wasn't going to let up now that he had Angel. In fact, he made him fight harder. Ever since seeing the proud look on her face for the first time after a big win, he knew that he would do anything to see it again and again. Also people didn't seem to realize that he broke his body, ripped it to shreds, shattered bones and that was when he was fighting for himself. Now he had someone else to fight for. Everything he did, he had her in the back of his mind. Half of his anger toward Seth was because of what he did to her. Those two chair shots…God just thinking about it made him riled up.
Yeah, there was no way he was going to stop fighting as hard as he was just because he was now in a relationship. "Can't teach an old dog new tricks."
The medic seemed to give up after that. They just finished their exam and patted him on the back. "You're lucky, somehow you managed not to damage you're arm even more." Well that was something. "We'll start a small physical therapy for your arm before the show tomorrow."
"It is the weight thing?"
"Yep."
"Twenty pounds?"
"Yes, but give your arm a rest tonight. Like I said before you're lucky that you didn't mess it up more." He told him as he pulled the tape out for his arm.
"Sure thing." He took off his shirt as quickly as his arm would allow him. After the medic wrapped up his shoulder, Dean stood up from the table thing. "See you tomorrow."
"Rest that arm!"
He waved the man off and walked out of the room. A rush of fresh air hit him as he stepped out of the sickly bright room. Inhaling it deep in to his lungs, he looked around and quickly exhaled it. Angel wasn't anywhere to be seen. She wasn't leaning against a wall, waiting for him to come out like he thought she would be. When she didn't come back during his exam, he figured that she knew he was only asking for a water to get her out of the room. But if she wasn't waiting for him out here, his eyes fell on the table of waters that sat across the hallway. Where was she?
Throwing his shirt over his good arm, he glanced back and forth down the busy hallway, trying to figure out what way to go. After a lot of debating, he picked to turn towards the gorilla. He knew that push comes to shove, he could always head back to their things and wait for her to show up. Hopefully.
His mind rushed back to when Bray was messing with her and his stomach fell. She had been right behind him when Bray grabbed her. He quickened his pace. His eyes bounced around the backstage area almost frantically. He tried to tell himself that Bray's sick mind was focused on the titles and not one trying to use Angel to get to him. But all he could think of was the way he called her his little lamb.
He didn't need this right now. His mind was already in a bad spot due to the way the match had ended and now….
"Good job out there!" Angel's voice hit him like a ton of bricks.
Spinning on his heels, he saw her standing just outside of the gorilla with waters in her hands holding them out to Kofi and RVD, who were looking at her strangely as they took the waters she was offering.
"Thank you?" Rob said sounding very confused.
"Yeah, thank you." Kofi added.
Both men looked up and their eyes widened slightly as they noticed him standing there. As if they thought he was going to explode at them in just moments, both men waved bye to the woman in front of them and raced off.
Snickering at their rection, Dean stepped up to Angel and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Are you done being nice to my opponents?" He asked leaning into her.
She grunted. "Hey, just remember they were also cheated out a win." She did her best to look back at him.
As soon as his eyes landed on her, he noticed the look of sadness echoing in those bright eyes of her. "You ok?"
"I should be asking you that." She chuckled slightly. "What did the medic say?"
"That I need to give my shoulder a rest, and I start physical therapy tomorrow."
"Physical therapy?"
"It's just a bit of weight training to get it back up to tip top shape. Nothing big."
Angel took a deep breath, and she tapped his arm, asking her to move it. "Do you still need that water?"
"Huh?" He blinked at her as she pulled a water out of her leather jacket. "Oh yeah." He took the thing, cracked it open, and took a long swig. As he drank, he saw that sadness again. Putting the cap back on the bottle, he sighed. "You sure you're ok?"
"I'm fine."
Not believing her in the slightest, Dean tossed the water away before turning towards her to scoop her up onto his good shoulder.
"Dean! Put me down!" She gasped.
"Don't worry darlin' you're on my right one."
"I still want you to put me down." She yelled at him, causing everyone to look at them.
"Not until you tell me what's up." He jostled her around.
"Nothing's up."
"Oh?" He adjusted his hold on her, so that he could make her slide over his shoulder, and down his back so that she was now upside down while he held her feet. "What about now?"
"Dean!" She smacked at his back and ass.
"Angel!"
"Put me down."
"You know what the toll is for that."
She went still in his hold and sighed. "I feel really guilty about what happened."
Puzzled, Dean stopped his 'torture'. "Guilty?" He questioned as he pulled her back over his shoulder and set her on her feet. "Why the hell do you feel guilty?" He looked her in the eyes.
As she fixed her hair and outfit, she looked around at all the on lookers. "I just feel…"
"Hold that thought." He interrupted as he snatched her hand. Pulling her down the hallway, he took all the turns and twists until he saw their bags. He then pushed past and wedged them back behind the cases that Angel had used as a makeshift dressing room earlier. He gave an inward sigh, there was much room for the two of them, but he didn't care. He pressed her against the case, grabbed her chin, and made him look up at him. "So, what were you saying?"
She blinked at him. "Um…I was saying…"
"Something about feeling guilty?"
"Oh yeah." She nodded, her eyes dropping away from him the best they could. "I just feel like in some ways, what happened out there was my fault." She bit her bottom lip.
"Angel, you had nothing to do with what happened out there."
"I'm the one who allowed you to go back down." She sighed. "And then I left you alone down there…if only…"
Dean gave a sharp shake of his head. "Angel that wasn't your fault?" His stomach turned as he saw the tears building once more in her eyes. "What happened was going to happen no matter what. The moment I came back from backstage, everything was set in motion. And were you the one who put my arm back in place, and let me go back to the fight, yes." He bent down and rested his forehead on hers. "And I thank you so much for that. You don't know how much that means to me that you would do that for me. But if you weren't up to it, I would have found someone who was. Even if I had to find someone who would only do it to put me in pain, I would have done it."
She sniffed with a small smile. "I know you would have."
"So, there's no reason for you to feel bad about this, right?" She met his eyes and nodded. "Good girl. Now come here." He pulled her into a tight hug.
"You were so close." She mumbled into his chest. "I really thought you had it."
"I did too." He sighed, thinking back to how it felt to touch the case. "And the Authority must have thought so to, since they activated plan b."
"Fucking Authority."
He chuckled at her outburst. "You can say that again."
"Fucking Authority."
"Alright smartass." He chuckled as he stepped back the best he could. "No, I don't want to see any more tears in those pretty eyes of yours, at least not ones that have to do with you feeling guilty about what happened."
"Fine but only if you listen to the medics just this once and give your arm a break."
"You drive a hard bargain, but I'll take that deal."
"Should we shake on it."
He shook his head. "Nah, too formal." He kissed her, it was supposed to be quick, just the peck but…it quickly turned into more as he pressed her back against the crates with enough force to move them a bit.
"Wow! Shit." Roman's voice echoed from the other side of the crates. "I came back here to get my brush and you two are fucking behind some of the storage bins."
Angel gasped as she pulled away. "We're not!"
"At least not yet."
"Dean!"
A.A.A
Angel was still blushing as she made herself leant up against the wall. She couldn't handle the look on Roman's face as they walked out from behind the crate. It was like they had really been caught with their pants down.
"How's the arm?" Roman asked as he brushed out his hair.
"Eh." Dean gave his left shoulder a small roll. "Could be worse. Doc cleared me but I have to start this stupid physical therapy shit for the next few days."
"Well that's what happens when you pop a joint out of place." Roman laughed. "And speaking of that." He turned his eyes over to her. "What's this I heard about you being the one to pop it back into place?"
Angel inhaled through her nose. "They told us that Dean couldn't go back out, if a member of the WWE popped his shoulder back in. So, I volunteered."
"Shit man, you must really love this crazy asshole to volunteer to something like that for him." Roman tossed his brush onto his bag.
"I just knew how important the match was to him."
"Important match or not, I think Galina would slap me in the face and tell me to go to the hospital." He shook his head. "God, no wonder why Dean was hiding you behind the crates, he was trying thank you."
"And you ruined it." Dean clicked his tongue.
"No!" She shook her head. "No, no. Like we said before, we were trying to have a nice moment without the cameras." She quickly said.
"Babygirl, I'm just picking on you. Trust me I already know that Dean has at least enough sense that if he wants to have sex at work, he'll find a place where he can lock the door."
"Because I'm a gentleman." Dean smirked.
"Yeah, yeah." Roman rolled his eyes.
"Roman, you're needed for the Main Event." A crew member called down the hall.
"Already?" Angel pulled her phone out of her pocket. "When did it get this late?"
"That's how time works." Roman said strapping his 'gauntlet' on. "It ticks on and on until it's the end of the night."
"Thank you, professor Roman Reigns." Angel snickered. "I'm so glad I have you to teach me about the flow of time."
"Anytime, Angel" He fixed his vest.
"Now how about you go out there and teach the rest of the locker room whose yard it is." She told him.
"Yeah man, go stick it to the Authority." Dean said as he ripped at the tape on his wrists. "Just keep your eyes open. You got both Kane and Randy in there, and we both know that the Authority isn't above cheating."
"I got eyes in the back of my head." Roman announced. "Let's them try and cheat me out this win." He pounded his fist together.
"We'll be rooting for you." Angel smiled at the man.
He smiled back. "Thanks Babygirl."
Dean stuck out his hand for a fist bump and Roman instantly did the same. "Go get them."
Nodding, Roman turned his back towards them and started down the hallway with the crew member who was in charge of fetching him. Angel watched as he disappeared down the hallway. She had the urge to go follow him. To go out to the ring with him, just like she did before. But Roman told her, not to worry about him. That she needed to focus her energy on Dean. And she agreed, but she still felt bad that she wasn't going to be out there cheering him on.
"So, should we be civil and go down to catering or something to watch the fight, or do we 'steal' a TV and bring it back here." Dean asked looking back at her.
She thought about it with a hum. "I am kind of hungry."
"Civil it is." He pushed himself from his chair. "And don't look so worried. He'll be fine."
She nodded. "I'm still not used to this whole, not going out for his matches thing."
"I know." He said throwing the two wads of tape into his bad before taking her hand. "Trust me, it's weird for me too. But Ro's on his on path right now and so are we. And right now, our path is leading us to some sandwiches and a TV to watch our buddy beat the hell out of seven other men."
…
And boy what a fight it was. The whole thing started off in chaos. But who didn't see that coming? All eight men were laying into each other with full force that she wondered how any of them were going to climb a ladder later on.
"Why do they have to move the camera so much?" Dean growled around his makeshift sandwich of a bunch of meat, cheese, and chips. "Come on, focus. I wanna see the damn fight, not the fucking pole of the ring."
Angel was thinking the same thing until it finally cut to a wide shot that showed everyone in the ring. Kane and Randy were going after Roman naturally, Bray and Cena were duking it out, and Sheamus, Cesaro, and Roberto Del Rio were taking turns beating up one another in the corner. She was starting to think that chaos wasn't enough to describe the match.
Kane was the first person to introduce a ladder to the match, but Cesaro and Del Rio were the ones to utilize it first. The started by kicking the things into Kane was he tired to get it into the ring, then they used it to take out Randy. Everything seemed well and dandy for the two men, until Bray came rushing in out of nowhere and threw himself at the ladder taking all three of them down together. The whole match was filled with things like that. Death defying moves that had her stomach turn.
Sometime during the match, Dean became the topic of conversation on commentary. Instantly the air around the table they were sitting at, seemed to turn eye cold as Dean froze mid bite. As they talked about how Dean was cheated out of his win, she watched the man very carefully. She was scared that he was going to run off and join this match as well, but thankfully he didn't. Part of her wondered if it was due to the promise, he made to her to follow the medic's orders and rest his arm.
Suddenly the subject on the TV chanced to what Kane's motives in this match was going to be. Not even seconds later was the question answered as Kane picked Randy up and pushed him towards the ladder that was set up in the middle of the ring. He even held onto it to stabilize it for him.
"What a fucking crowd. Can't even climb a goddamn ladder without someone helping him." Dean mocked the man and Angel couldn't help but chuckle.
Quickly afterwards, the match went from chaos to just plain crazy and Sheamus and Cesaro found themselves, handing from the titles as Kane moved the ladder out from under them. "Oh my god!" She clapped as Cesaro punched Sheamus with his free arm. "They're going to rip the titles."
"Nah, they're stronger than they look." Dean shook his head.
"They must be to hold two grown men up like that." She said as Cesaro fell to the mat.
As Bray Wyatt rolled the Cesaro out of the ring, Angel noticed that one of the officials had blue gloves on, which meant one thing. Someone was bleeding, stomach twisted as she prayed that it wasn't Roman.
But her worries were cut short as the camera cut over to where Randy Orton was getting his head looked at by a ringside medic. "Oh, look Randy got hurt." Dean said with too much excitement in his voice, making Angel shake her head.
"Hey want I miss." Renee asked as she plopped in the chair next to them.
"Chaos." She laughed. "Pure chaos."
"Cesaro and Sheamus were just hanging from the belts." Dean added.
"What?" She blinked. "I always miss the good stuff."
"Well the match isn't over yet."
Dean was right, this match was far from over.
Even with his bleeding head, Randy fought Sheamus, until putting him down with a Vintage Orton off of a ladder that was positioned between the Spanish announce table and the ring. He then pulled the ladder into the ring and boy was it a big one. When he sat it up under the titles, the top practically touched them.
"Of course, he has a giant ladder to help him." Dean gritted.
Suddenly everyone in the match, was fighting to get on the ladder, it looked nuts. Like a bunch of kinds trying to be the first inline for the slide. "I see what you mean, when you say chaos." Renee laughed.
Through the speakers, Cole called it a 'mad scramble' and that was a good way to call it.
After Kane cleared the ring, Sheamus quickly took over. He threw out Kane, Roman, and Randy before giving a Brogue Kick to Cena, who quickly rolled out on his down. "Shit Sheamus could win this here." Renee gasped as the man set up the freakishly tall ladder. However, before he could climb, Kane popped up out of nowhere and grabbed his foot. "Never mind." She sighed as Kane dragged him out of the ring. Sheamus quickly got the upper hand and tossed Kane into the steel steps. "Never mind, again."
Angel laughed, but her eyes stayed glued to the TV, Roman hasn't been in the match for a while and she was starting to get nervous.
After setting up something weird with the ladders, Cesaro met Sheamus on the top of the ladder and the two men started to duke it out on the top of the giant one. While on the mat, Del Rio and Cena duked it out. As the camera followed the two men out of the ring, a yell of exertion filled the speakers. Quickly the camera shot back to the ring to see Roman standing at the bottom of the big ladder, where Sheamus and Cesaro were still fighting, trying to lift the whole think up.
"What the hell is he doing?" She questioned.
"I don't know, but I like it." Dean clapped his hand at his friend's work. Roman sent the pair on a ride as he titled the thing back, almost knocking Cesaro off. But then before he could do anything, Bray grabbed him and pulled him out of the ring.
"What is happening?" Renee laughed as Cena fixed the ladder.
Soon it was another scramble that left Sheamus by himself on the top of the ladder. "Renee, you still might be right."
"Cue Kane." As if hearing her, Kane and Sheamus showed up out of nowhere and threw beat up and threw out Sheamus. "Knew it."
Once again, Kane was holding the ladder for Randy, but this time, before Randy could even get to the thing to start climbing, Roman came out of no where and speared Kane. "My man!" Dean cheered.
His cheering didn't last long as Randy knocked the ladder into Roman's face. As Roman laid there checking his head for blood, Randy seemed to forget what the match was all about as he threw the ladder to the side and stalked over, to him. Roman was down, but Randy didn't care, he just egged both the crowd and Roman on as he set up for his RKO. Though much to everyone's surprise Roman was able to counter the move and sent him into the ropes. The man came racing back into Roman who was ready for a Superman punch.
On a roll, Roman then took out everyone. Sheamus with a Superman punch, Del Rio with a right hook that sent him falling against the ropes, he then slammed Bray's face off the announcers table before going back for Del Rio with a Drive By, only to turn back around and hit Bray with one as well. Just when Angel thought he was over, he landed a spear on Cesaro.
"The Big Dog is on a roll."
"Hell, yeah he is."
"Get a ladder." She said as Roman got into the ring. However before Roman could even touch a ladder, Cena climbed into the ring. Tension filled the air as the two stared each other down, and the crowd went wild.
She didn't know what caused it, but like a snapping of a wire, John Cena and Roman started to wail on each other. Cena went for an AA but Roman got out of it and speared the man.
"Come on!"
"He's got this."
Angel leant forward so far in her seat that she almost fell off as Roman once again reached for the ladder. This time, he wasn't attacked, no what interrupted him was the camera cutting to Stephanie and Hunter, who were sitting at ring side, looking less than thrilled that Roman was about to win. Stephanie even called out for Kane.
"Aw, is your precious 'demon' not doing his job?" Dean gave the woman a fake pout as the cameras cut back to Roman who had started this climb up to the titles. He was more than halfway up, when Randy slide into the ring and grabbed his feet.
Randy pulled him almost all the way down the ladder, before he wrapped his arm around the Roman's neck. A sick smirk appeared on the man's face and he ripped him down for a back breaker.
Everyone in the room hissed at the move. It looked brutal, strangely more brutal then anything she had seen in the match yet.
Suddenly the chaos started up again, as each man in the match came back for another shot at the titles. With ended with Roman and Randy fighting on the ladder, again. Standing on the same side of the ladder, the two men exchanged blows like no one's business. Punches, elbows, headbutts; they threw whatever they could at each other and by the end of it they were both covered in Randy's blood.
Cringing at the sight, Angel almost missed when Kane came up and grabbed Roman by the throat. "No, no, no." She shook her head as Roman was pulled from the ladder and sent smashing into the mat below.
"Damn it." Dean shifted around to grab a piece of gum out of his pocket. "They fucking did it again." He popped it in his mouth as Kane held the ladder for a very badly bleeding Randy.
When the boos that filled the arena turned into cheers, Angel looked around franticly to try and see what they were. By the time she realized that John Cena had gotten into the ring, he had Kane up on his shoulders for an AA. Not wasting time after Kane hit the mat, Cena went after Randy and AAed him on top of Kane.
A small bit of excitement ran through her as she watched Cena climb the ladder. She felt like just a fan again as he unclipped the belts and his music started playing. But then it hit her, John Cena winning meant that Roman didn't.
A weird quietness filled the room as they watched Cena celebrate his win. Dean clicked his tongue and tossed his gum wrapped onto the table. "Shit."
"Took the word right out of my mouth." She slumped in her chair.
"At least Cena won and not Randy, right?" Renee said trying to find the silver lining for them, because she and Dean sure weren't going to see it.
"True."
After a few more moments of sulking, Renee shot up out of her chair. "I think this calls for drinks."
"I could use five." Dean said in what Angel thought was a joke, but she wasn't sure.
"Well then, how about this; you go get your Samoan and I'll grab Jon from the hotel."
"Jon's here?"
Renee rolled her eyes. "Yeah, for some reason instead of meeting me in Toronto on Tuesday, he came out here so that he can hang out for the show tomorrow and flyout with me. Sometimes I hate how spontaneous he is."
Angel snickered and flickered her eyes to Dean. "I can imagine."
Renee wiggled her eyebrows telling her that she knew what she meant. "Alright, so I'm going to head out here in a few minutes, let me know when you guys head out and we'll find a place to drink."
"Sounds good."
She went to walk away, but she quickly turned around. "Imma invite Paige if that's ok."
"Sure." Dean nodded. "On of us needs to be celebrating a win."
A few moments after Renee took off, Angel and Dean rose from their chairs and started out of the room. They both kept their eyes out for Roman as they walked, only to run into Nikki Bella congratulating John Cena for his win.
As they got closer, she caught eyes with Nikki and smiled. "Hey!" She walked over to the couple. "Good job out there, congratulations." She looked up at Cena.
"Thank you, Angel." He nodded before his eyes drifted towards Dean.
"Congrats." Dean stuck his hand out.
Cena stared at him funnily for a moment before Nikki nudged him. "Oh sorry." He took his hand. "I just wasn't expecting any congratulation from you. You know seeing that Roman was in the match."
Dean shrugged. "Am I bummed that Roman didn't win. Yeah, of course. But I can still appreciate a good match."
"Well thank you."
"Plus, it could have been worse."
John nodded his head as if to say, 'there it is'. "Randy."
"Or Wyatt."
"Yeah, that is not something that I want to see, Bray Wyatt as the face of WWE."
Dean smirked. "Finally, something we can agree on."
"Oh Dean, I wanted to ask, how's the arm?" Nikki asked as she stepped in front of Cena.
"This?" He rolled his shoulder. "it's nothing. Just a popped shoulder, you know."
Both people blinked at him, and Angel had a feeling that it had to do with the fact that he was brushing off his arm like it was just a little bruise instead of having a dislocated joint that was unprofessionally put back in place.
A little jolly noise echoed from Nikki and she quickly looked down at her phone. "Brie and Daniel are waiting for us."
"Oh." John looked down at his girlfriend. "We should head out then." He looked back up. "Well, we shall see you later. And Dean if it means anything I much rather have you holding that contract than Seth."
Dean nodded. "You better keep your eyes open with that one."
"Don't worry, I will."
"And hey, we might become allies because I don't intend to let him cash in with at least a little trouble."
"Ah, well thank you in advance." He said as Nikki pulled him away.
"See you!" She smiled sweetly. "Angel, we really need to have another girls brunch soon."
"I agree." She waved after the couple.
Draping his arm around her shoulder, Dean lead her down the hall. "That was awkward."
"Yep, but you handled it well."
"Hey, I can be civil."
"Can you?"
"You of all people should know that." He said. "I was very civil to you."
She smiled thinking back to when they first met. "Yeah, then you were very abrasive."
"Only for a little."
"It was scary." She laughed. "I thought you hated me."
"Now look at us." He glanced down at her. "You're popping my shoulder back in for me."
"I only did that because I love you, you know that right."
"Yes I do."
They turned the corner and saw Roman sitting on a table looking at the floor while he played with the straps on his vest. She felt as Dean took a deep breath, pulled away from her, and made his way towards the man.
"Hey Ro."
A grunt came from the man as he leaned back. "Hey."
"You look like shit."
"Thanks."
Dean sat on the table next to him and gave a smack on his leg. "You did good, real good. Remember this was your first ladder match man."
"I thought I had it." He sighed. "I really did. Like I saw me holding up those titles."
"That's because of your ego. Which is good, man. You have to want it, to get it."
"Yeah."
Angel walked around to the other side of the man and went to give him a hug, when she remembered of that he was covered in Randy's blood. He raised a brow at her. "Did you wash your hands?"
"Yes, I did." He held his hands up as proof.
She hugged him with a smile. "I'm proud of you."
"Thank you, Babygirl."
"Now, we drink!" Dean announced loudly.
"Easy there, someone's going to think you have a drinking problem." Roman laughed.
"It's fine, they already do."
…
"Come on, Angel." Paige taunted her.
"Tequila?" She cringed. "I'm not a big tequila girl."
"How." Renee raised a brow. "It's in your Long Islands."
"Yeah but I can't taste it."
Roman laughed. "Spray it with a little a bit of coke then she'll drink it."
Angel shook her head as she eyed up the drink. Paige took her turn to by shots and picked tequila, the one thing she really didn't enjoying shooting.
"Holy shit, tequila." Dean smirked coming back from the bathroom. "Good choice."
"See!" Paige said pointing at him.
"I'm guessing someone had a problem with Tequila."
"Yeah, you're girlfriend."
His eyes widened as he turned towards her. "Really?"
"Why is everyone shocked with that?" She asked.
"Because…"
"You drink Long Islands." Everyone said together.
"Yes, but that's not just a shot of tequila." She pointed out. "I've problems trying to shoot it."
"That's because you never done it right." Dean said sliding into his seat next to her.
"I have."
"Oh?"
"Lick. Shoot. Suck." She said reciting the order you were supposed to do the shot. You lick the salt, shoot the drink, and then suck on a lime.
Dean shook his head. "Just because you've done it in the right order that doesn't mean you've done it right."
"Ok, then tell me how you do it right."
A mischievous smirk appeared on his face. "It's best that I show you." Dean dipped his finger into his shot glass, before bringing it towards her. Puzzled she sat there and watched as he wiped his finger long her neck, leaving behind a wet stickiness.
"Dean!" She gasped.
"You told me to show you." He said grabbing the saltshaker. He poured some into his hand before pinching a small bit. "Tilt your head."
Her eyes ran from him to the rest of the group. Everyone was looking at her in such away that she knew she wasn't going to get out of it. Sighing, she turned her head to the side and allowed him to sprinkle the salt onto the wet spot. She then watched as he grabbed a slice of lime and held it, rind up to her mouth.
"Say ah."
She took the thing in her mouth.
"It's that easy, huh?" Paige laughed.
"Nah." Dean shook his head. "I normally beg." Her eyes widened as she mumbled his name around the piece of fruit in her mind. He winked at her before leaning in. "This is how you do it right." He said grabbing his shot glass.
She swallowed as he got closer until she couldn't see his face anymore. The anticipation of what was about to happen was nerve wracking, even though she knew what he was going to do. He was going to lick the salt off her, take the shot, and then suck the lime in her mouth. Why was she getting so nervous?
She drew in a deep breath as she felt the wet warmth of his tongue swipe along her skin. It was slower than she thought it would be, but then again it was probably just Dean trying to tease her. She choked back a small whimper as he pulled away to take the shot.
Looking eyes, he leant in once again, this time for the lime. Her body reacted to it as if he was moving in for a kiss in front of everyone, however she barely felt his lips against hers as he took the lime into his mouth. Still looking her in the eyes, he gave a hard suck on the piece of citrus before popping it into his empty shot glass.
Angel's body sagged forward in her seat. Never before had she had such an intimate moment while sharing a drink.
"That's how you do it right."
From around the table, she heard wolf whistles and cat calls.
"He's right you know." Jon laughed as he leaned against Renee. "That's the only way I take tequila."
Renee blushed slightly but nodded her head. "It's true."
"Let me guess, it's my turn." She said still feeling the strange effects of what just happened.
"I mean if you wanna do it right." He taunted.
Trying to calm herself, Angel looked at the glass in front of her and sighed. She put her hand around it, so her finger was hovering over the top. Here goes nothing. She thought, dipping her pointer finger into the glass.
Dean scooted closer in his seat and tilted his head to side, looking too happy about this. Not believing what she was about to do in front of her friends, her hand shook as she wiped the tequila off on his skin. She looked around for the saltshaker, when Dean held up his left hand which still had a small pile in it. She took a pinch and sprinkled it over the wet spot she just made. Clearing her throat, she reached out and grabbed the shot glass in her right hand before leaning in.
As she got closer, her eyes locked onto the spot where she could see the salt on his skin. Her nose curled up at the smell of the tequila. But when she stuck her tongue out to give him a long lick, there was a strange mix of tastes; the salt, a little bit of tequila, and Dean's skin, and it almost made her moan.
Holding it back, she pulled away and took the shot that she now needed. The gross taste of tequila dance across her tongue, but she almost didn't notice it as her eyes landed back on Dean who had a new piece of lime in his mouth. Looking into his eyes, she leant forward as if she was magnetized to him. Glancing down, only to make sure she didn't miss the lime, she drew the thing between her lips and sucked hard. After her mouth was completely filled with the taste of semi bitter lime, she pulled away and took it out of her mouth.
"See, not so bad now, huh?" Dean smirked.
"Not so bad." She admitted.
Everyone cheered.
D.D.D.
Dean sipped his drink as he watched Angel, Renee, and Paige dancing to We Can't Stop by Miley Cyrus. He had a feeling that it wasn't a song that the three normally danced to, but they needed seem to care at this moment. And he wasn't going to complain. Even though the song wasn't one that was going to make his playlist, he was enjoying it right now, but that was probably because Angel was dancing like it was her anthem. Like she really couldn't stop. She swayed her hips and whipped her hair around like she was in a shampoo commercial.
"They're having fun." Jon laughed.
"Yeah they are." He agreed.
Roman turned around and shook his head at them. "They're a little drunk."
"Yeah they are."
When the song stopped, the three girls grabbed onto each other and giggled, that was until the next song started playing: Scream by Usher. The giggles turned into full blown laughter as the dancing started back up.
As he watched Angel, he couldn't help but get lost in the song. It was like the lyrics said, he was being hypnotized by her body. As the course came, he brought his drink to his mouth again. He couldn't taste his rum and coke as it ran over his tongue. His brain was too focused as on the girl who as the next verse started looked up at him, giving him a sort of come and get it smile.
He raised a brow at that. He was ninety nine percent sure she didn't realize just how fucking flirty that look was but damn….
"Dude." Roman flicked a peanut shell at him. "If you going to do that shit, then just go back the hotel already."
Dean took another sip and placed his drink back on the table. "Hey, I'm allowed to look at my girl."
"Yeah, but you're not allowed to fuck her in public."
"Never said I was going to."
"You looked like you were about to." Jon told him.
Did he? "You're just jealous."
Roman nodded. "I am, now quit it."
Suddenly the girls' laughter grew louder, making the three of them look up. "Shots. Shots. Shots." Paige and Renee chanted.
"More shots?" Jon laughed as his girlfriend as he pulled her into his lap. "Don't you think you've had enough."
"Nah." Renee shook her head. "Plus, Paige never had a Blowjob."
"Even I have had one." Angel said making Dean choke.
"You have?" He couldn't see her drinking a Blowjob shot, and it wasn't because of the contents or the name, it was the style in which one was supposed to take it. Or maybe she had one, just not in the right way, just like the tequila shot. "Like really had one."
"Hands behind the back in all." She nodded.
Shit. "Another round of shots, then." He called making the girls laugh.
"Count me out." Roman sighed.
"Party pooper." Paige smacked his arm.
"I have to get up in the morning and call my family and I rather not have a hangover while I do it." He defended himself.
"Alright." Angel said as she counted heads. "So that's five Blowjobs then."
"Yes please." The words slipped from his mouth before he could stop them.
"The drinks, Dean." Renee picked.
"That too."
"I'll get them." Angel said grabbing her wallet out of the bag that he had been guarding, before heading over to the bar with Paige on her heels.
"You got some explaining to do." Jon said as he squeezed Renee against him. "Blowjobs?"
"While we were dancing we were talking about what our final drink should be and Angel said what about Buttery Nipples, and I said if we were doing something sweet we should do Blowjobs and Paige said that she heard of them but never did them, and here we are."
"Why did I know it was your idea."
"Because you know me so well." She kissed his cheek.
A few moment's later, Angel and Paige came back with the drinks. "Alright who's going to show Paige how to do it?" Angel asked placing the ones she had in her hands on the table.
Dean smirked. "Why don't you darlin', since you've done it before."
She looked at him and shrugged. "Why not." She grabbed one of the glass. "Sit back."
"What?"
"Sit back."
Blinking, he scooted back in his seat and she tapped his legs to make him spread them a bit more. She then placed the glass on the chair between his legs. He looked from her to the drink. With a big smile on her face, Angel put her hands behind her back. Eyes wide, he watched her lean down, so that her face was in his crotch before she sat back up with the shot glass in her mouth. Like a pro, she took the drink down in one swallow before putting the glass back on the table.
"And there you go." She licked her lips. "That's the Blowjob."
"Is the partner necessary?" Paige asked.
"No, but it's funnier that way." Renee answered her. "Don't worry, I'll be your partner." She hoped off Jon's lap.
As Paige set up to take the shot, Dean reached over and tapped Angel on the shoulder. "Where the hell did you learn that?" He asked trying to ignore how raspy his own voice was.
"Oh, my friends made me do it on my twenty first." She said quickly looking back to watch Paige.
He nodded as a thought he didn't like echoed through him. Who the fuck got to experience that? Was he really jealous of something that happened before he even knew she existed? Of course he was.
A squeal of glee made him looked over to see Paige was taking the shot from Renee the same way that Angel took it from him. "So, you did this before."
"Yeah." Angel laughed as Renee set up to take hers from Jon.
"Like this?"
"Huh?" She looked back at him. "Oh, this? No?" She laughed. "I saw two girls do this once and thought I could get back at you for the tequila shot."
Dean coughed at her. He couldn't believe that she had gotten a one up on him. But he was impressed. "Oh baby. Two can play at that." He winked as he grabbed his shot off the table. He pressed a hand to her shoulder, pushing her back lightly, until there was enough room to put the glass. Slowly, he leant down to take the glass in his mouth, but before doing that, he nipped her leg, though her jeans. When she jumped, he was surprised that she didn't knock over the shot glass. Glancing up at her, he took the shot and sat back up. He swallowed the overly sweet drink and set the glass down.
A.A.A
Angel laughed loudly as Dean and her walked through the hallway to their hotel room. She felt like the floor was moving under her, but she couldn't feel the footsteps. "Shh… you're being too loud." Dean warned her.
"Says, says the guys who likes to YELL a lot."
"God you're drunk."
She laughed again. "You're the one who ran into a…a… stop sign on the way here."
"Only because I was making sure you didn't run out into traffic."
"I wouldn't do that." She told him.
Dean raised a brow at her as he searched through his pockets to find his wallet. Stumbling about a bit to keep himself on his feet, he pulled out the key to the room. When he finally got the thing open, he tripped over his feet and almost fell into the room. "Shit."
"Thought you said you weren't drunk?"
"I never said that."
Angel looked around the room and yawned. Her eyes locked onto the bed and never before did a hotel bed look so inviting. With careful steps, she made her way over to the side of the thing and fell onto of it. "Tonight was fun." She snuggled into the bed. "Not a bad celebration for a two out of three loss."
She heard Dean empty his pockets. "Never felt so good after losing."
Smiling, she looked up at him the best she could. "Well I'm glad, but I don't think we can do this every time."
"Think I'm going to loss that much?" He asked with a look of hurt of his, once that she knew was fake.
"Of course not." She shook her head. "I'm just already dreading having to get up in the morning. You know, Roman was smart when he stopped…" She yawned. "…Before the Blowjobs."
Dean scoffed. "I think this is the only time I've ever heard someone say that someone was smart because he didn't take a blowjob." He took his jacket off and propped it on the chair. "Maybe expect for someone from that 'Teeth' movie."
Angel tried to wrack her brain trying to figure out why that movie sounded so familiar. "Is that the movie with the girl whose vagina eats people."
"That's the one."
"Ew." She cringed and shifted on the bed. "Can you imagen that."
"What? A vagina that eats people?"
"Yeah."
"Nope. Normally vaginas are the things being eaten."
"Dean." She yelled into a yawn. "That's bad."
"No, what's bad is you trying to get into bed, with your boots and jacket on."
Suddenly she became very aware of how heavy everything she was wearing felt. "I'm too lazy to take them off."
"Come here." He chuckled as she kicked her feet about trying to get her shoes off. "Stop kicking and let me untie your boots."
Giggling she stopped. "Thanks."
"Yep."
Laying on her belly on the bed, she felt as he took off her boots and heard as he threw them somewhere in the room. As soon as her feet were free, she used them to take off her socks, which almost ended up somewhere. Inhaled sharply, it felt heavenly to get even something as simple as her socks off. Now she wanted everything gone. Pants, shirt, bra, underwear…all gone. Right now.
"Wow there." Dean stopped her as she tired to do it all at once. "You can't pull your shirt off without take the jacket off first."
Jacket, right. She peeled the leather off and put it on the bed beside her. The paint on the back caught her attention. She smiled as she straightened it. The whole world got to see her design today, she wasn't sure how much of it was shown but had been seen, nonetheless.
"Do you think the fans like my jacket?"
"Your jacket?" He glanced up from working his jeans off. "Yeah, I think they did. It's badass."
"I'm glad." Her eyes suddenly started to feel very heavy and she yawned. "It make me really happy."
"You falling asleep on me, darlin'?"
"Yeah." She yawned.
He shook his head. "You won't be happy if you fall asleep in your jeans. So take them off and you can hit the sack."
He was right, she needed to take her jeans off, but she couldn't seem to get her fingers to work on her pant's button. "Ummm."
"Need help."
She nodded.
He stopped working on his own clothes to come help her. "You're lucky your cute."
She hummed. "I love you."
"I know." He kissed her. "Now go to bed. I have to piss."
Taking a deep breath, she stood up and took her pants off before flopping back on the bed. She grabbed the blankets and pulled them up close to her face. Smiling to herself, she fell asleep.
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