Welcome to chapter One Hundred and Nine! I hope you like this chapter. Once again it was hard to write this one. Enjoy reading!

Tuesday: July 15, 2014/Wednesday: July 16, 2014

Angel chuckled as Dean brought his finger to his mouth, hushing both her and her mother as he placed his phone down on the island.

"One more time Doc? I wasn't able to hear you over the peanut gallery over here."

"Your CT scans results just came in and we wanted to inform you that it's clean."

A cocky smirk appeared on Dean's face as he turned towards them. "Meaning?"

"Meaning, you're cleared for action starting Friday."

"Told you." Dean mouthed.

"However, we do want you to take it easy during this break period just in case. And we still want you to come to the trainers' room before the show so that we can check over your shoulder."

Dean's face fell as he turned to his phone with an annoyed glare.

"I'll make sure he's there." Angel piped up.

"Thank you, Angel."

"Not a problem."

Snatching his phone from the counter, Dean said. "Well, thanks for the news Doc, we shall see you on Friday."

"See you…" He hung up before the medic could finish.

"There you have it." Dean said spreading his arms out wide.

"I'm not trying to be mean when I ask this," Angel heard her mom say as she stepped up into the conversation. "But how hard is your head? I mean, it was stomped into a wooden case less than twenty-four hours ago and yet your fine?"

Throwing his arm around the woman's shoulders, Dean sighed. "You know what, my mom used to ask me that same question but to this day I still don't know the answer. I'll be sure to tell you once I found out."

Angel shook her head. "I feel like that would be a bad thing to find out."

"True."

Realizing that it was now her turn to keep up the bargain that she had made with Dean last night, she pulled her phone out of her pocket. She had promised that she would call Hank and get him a match against Seth at battlegrounds and so that's what she was going to do. After going through her contacts to find his number, she placed her phone on the island just like Dean did. As the phone rang loudly, both Dean and her mother stepped up closer trying to figure out what was going on.

"Hello?"

"Hi Hank, it's Angel." She said leaning towards her phone.

"Oh hey, what's up?"

"I was calling to see if you were busy, I want to talk to you about Sunday." She bit her lip. There was a part of her that felt bad that she was calling him during their down time, but she really needed to get this ball moving if she was going to get this match set up.

A chuckle came over the speaker. "I was waiting for this call. I guess this means that Dean's been cleared for action?"

"Of course." Dean jumped in. "A little three on one isn't going to keep me down."

"Well, that's good to hear." Hank said. "So, Battlegrounds huh? Correct me if I'm wrong but you're looking for a match against Seth?"

She nodded. "A mind reader as always."

"Comes with the job." He said as the sounds of rummaging papers filled the speaker. "Now, without talking to Vince about it, I can't say that you have the match but," he paused. "you have the match."

Excitement ran through her as she turned towards Dean who was already looking at her with his tongue out.

"I do still have to talk to Vince about it but I'm sure once I mention it to him, he'll be on board. Anyways I'll let you know what he says."

"Thank you, Hank, you're the best."

"I'll remind you that when I'm not able to get you exactly what you want." Hank sighed. "But while I'm on a roll, anything else that I can get you?"

Dean stepped up again. "Yeah, I want to address what had happened yesterday, in the ring preferably."

"I think I can do that?" He rummaged again. "Yeah, how does a in-ring promo at the start of Smackdown sound?"

"Perfect."

"Cool, I'll chalk you in for that, and let you know about the match after I talk to Vince about it later tonight. Anything else?"

With a glance at Dean, Angel said. "No. I don't think so."

"Well, let me know if you think of anything."

"Will do."

After saying goodbye to Hank, she hung up the call and turned to Dean with a little hop of excitement. "Now wasn't the trip to the hospital worth it?"

"Nope." He shook his head. "But it does make it not a total waste of time."

She let out a deep sigh. She should have known that not even getting the match would make him agree that it was worth it to go to the hospital. Stubborn fool.

"I will always be in awe with all this." Her mom said into her cup of coffee.

Turning towards her mom, she cocked her head. "With what?"

"Being able to see all the backstage things for your work." She said cheerfully. "It's like I'm in on all those little secrets that most of the fans don't know."

"I mean you do, but that comes with knowing two people who work for the show."

"I know but it still makes me feel special."

"As it should." Dean told her. "Not everyone gets to watch a pro like your daughter in action, and as someone who does get to see it regularly, let me tell you." He blew a kiss. "Perfection."

Angel rolled her eyes at him.

"Darling if you're not careful; your eyes are going to get stuck in the back of your head."

"And who's fault would that be?"

"Certainly not mine."

Pursing her lips at the very self-amused man, she fought against the urge to roll her eyes again.

"Alright you two love birds. This old bird needs to get to work." Her mom spoke up as she took her cup to the sink. "Oh hey before I forget, your dad and I was thinking about taking you guys out to eat tonight, if you're up for it."

"I'm always up for food." Dean told them as he rubbed his stomach.

"I was more worried about you guys not being up for going out after traveling so much lately." She laughed. "Because if you rather stay in, we would understand."

Dean shrugged. "I don't know about Angel, but I've gotten so used to be on the go, that sitting still is kind of uncomfortable to me."

"Yeah Mom, if you want to go out for dinner, then let's go out for dinner." Angel added. "All I need is a small nap, and I'll be right as rain."

"Which works for me because I was going to hit the gym in a bit." Dean stated.

Angel watched as her mom looked at Dean with wide eyes. She looked as if she wanted to stay something but couldn't get the words out.

Drawing his brows together, Dean looked between them before saying. "Don't worry I wasn't talking about anything heavy lifting, just some stretches, maybe a little job around the block, just enough to work out the stiffness of travel."

"Your mother must be the most patient person in the world to deal with this."

"Just the opposite." Dean chuckled. "I think I drove her so nuts that she's numb to it now."

"Numb is not the word I would use." Her mom said. "Traumatized, maybe."

Dean thought about it. "Yeah probably."

"Does your mom like lavender? Because I'm about to buy her a truck load of it to help her relax?"

"I have no idea." He answered.

"Ask her for me, will ya?"

"Sure."

A strange feeling pooled in Angel's stomach as she thought about Dean's mom. She wondered what kind of person she was. What kind of person could raise and deal with someone like Dean? Or someone like Moxley? She swallowed hard as she realized just how tough of a lady she must be. And I'm dating her son.

A peck on her cheek stirred her out of her thoughts.

"See you later." Her mom said as she rushed over to hug Dean. "Try and behave."

Dean chuckled. "I'll try."

"Love you."

"Love you too." Angel said back.

As her mom left, she heard Dean let out a sigh. "Everything ok?" She asked.

"Yeah." He cleared his throat. "I'm still getting used to your mom's energy."

She chuckled. "I'm guessing your mom isn't like that."

"Nah." He shook his head. "Far from it."

"What is she like then?"

"My mom?"

"Yeah. I'm curious. You never really talk about her."

Dean's face twisted into a look that had her wondering if she shouldn't have asked. She hadn't thought about it, but maybe he had a bad relationship with his mom and didn't really like talking about her.

"My mom is…" Dean ran his fingers through his hair. "My mom is kind of hard to describe. Uh, she's hard working, had like five fucking jobs just to try and put food on our table." He sighed and leaned against the island. "I guess the best way to describe her is she's a lot like me. Or I guess I'm a lot like her. Stubborn, hard-headed, hot headed, a little off, cynical, you know the works."

"I'm sure that made for some fun times."

He nodded. "Yeah, there were many times where I thought one of us would end up killing the other. Especially when she would come home from work, and I was in the kitchen trying to patch myself up after a bad night or a really intense death match." He suddenly forced his voice to go as high as it could. "Dean Ambrose, you better not be bleeding all over my clean floors again."

Angel's mouth dropped. After panicking last night about how she felt watching Dean get hurt, she never once stopped to think about his mother. "How did she handle seeing you get hurt like that?"

"She never came to a match." He said. "Refused to. After my second week of official training, I came home with a nasty bruise on my back from taking a move wrong, and she flipped. She didn't want me to fight, hated it. But she knew it made me happy so she didn't stop me, but she did make a point to tell me that she would never support me in my self-destructive ways. Though looking back on it, I'm kind of glad she never showed up to a show, because with my luck, she would have ended up at one of the really bad ones and have to watch as someone stapled a mask to my face or cut my forehead open with a working saw."

Cringing at the thought of both of those things happening to him, Angel nodded. "Do you think she would come to a show now that you're not doing death matches?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. We never talked about it."

"Maybe we should invite her to one and see what happens." She smiled at him. "How about the next time we stop in Ohio?"

Dean sighed. "Maybe."

"Or we could just take her to dinner."

Once again, Dean's face turned, and for some reason she had a feeling that it had to do with her meeting his mom. "Yeah, we could do that. That sounds good."

Feeling the awkwardness between them, Angel faked a yawn and stretched her arms over her head. "You know what else sounds good, that nap that I was talking about before."

He smirked at her. "Go take your nap then. Like I said before, I'm going to get in a workout while you do that."

She nodded as a real yawn now worked its way out of her. "Yeah, do you remember where everything is downstairs?"

"I think so." He pushed away from the island. "If not, I'm a big boy who can find their own weights."

"Good, that mean's you won't have to wake me up." She winked.

"At least not for that."

Heading up the steps, she looked up at Dean and asked. "Hey, is there like anyway you're going to end up joining me for this nap? Like after your workout? I'm only asking because if you don't think so, I'm going to sleep in my own bed, because as much as I love the guest room, my bedroom is calling me."

"Nah, go ahead. I'll move you if I decide to join."

"Oh? Well try not to wake me if you do that."

"Girl, you sleep like a log." He laughed. "I would need to like throw you across the room to wake you up and even then, I don't think that would work."

"Well, let's not find out." She said as they stopped at the top of the steps.

He ruffled her hair. "Enjoy your nap."

"I will." She said opening the door to her room. "Enjoy your workout."

Walking into her room, she quickly made her way over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of pj bottoms before almost ripping off her jeans. Tossing them into the hamper that sat across the way, she put on the pjs, climbed onto her bed, and fell right into her pillow.

Home sweet home. She smiled at herself as she nuzzled into the mattress. Just as she was about to fall asleep, she realized that she hadn't set an alarm. She also realized that she had no idea where her phone was. She debated whether or not to get up to find it just to decide against it. She knew that Dean would wake her up if she slept too long. And with that she fell asleep.

…

When she woke up, she was surprised that she was waking by herself and not with Dean shaking her. Yawning, she stirred and tried to get the motivation to get up.

Once she did get out herself out of bed, she made her way down the stairs. When she didn't see anyone on that level, she turned to the basement. When she didn't hear the strange rhythm of Dean working out, she started to wonder if he was really down here. But then halfway down the stairs, she spied him on the far side of room in a seal stretch pose.

"Hey." She called out to him but didn't get an reaction. That's when she noticed his earbuds. Shaking her head, she walked across the room to where he was. When he didn't notice her at that point, she moved so that she straddled him and sat down on his back, making him jump.

"Shit." He barked as he pulled his earbuds out. "You just scared the fuck out of me." He said as he let himself fall to the floor.

"Sorry." She said trying to hide a chuckle.

"When did you wake up?" He asked as he reached for his phone and turned off the music that was now blaring from his free earbud.

"Just now."

"Ah." He tried to look over his shoulder. "Are you comfortable?"

"I am." She said making sure to wiggle against him. "You make a good seat."

She heard Dean huff under her. "Are you going to sit there all day?"
"Maybe."

Shifting under her, Dean mumbled something under his breath.

"Come again?"

"I said, I could find a better spot for you to sit, there are two that I would be more particular to, but you know."

Heat raced up her neck as she caught onto what he meant. "I'm sure." She said hopping off his back.

"Took you a bit." He chuckled as he pushed himself off the floor.

"My mind isn't as dirty as yours."

"No one's mind is as dirty as mine." He chuckled.

"You won't hear any arguing from me." She said finding a new seat on the couch. Dean smirked at her as he grabbed his water bottle and t-shirt off the floor. "Have you been working out this whole time?"

"Nah." He shook his head. "I did a normal workout earlier, went for a jog, came back just in time for Roman to call me and tell me that his family is kidnapping us for the time that we're in Florida. Then I stole a banana off the counter for a snack before checking on you. When I say you were still asleep I came back down to stretch."

"A full day." She laughed.

"I would say so." He rubbed his. "How was your nap?"

"Pretty good. There was a moment in my dream where I was being chased by like a troll that sounded like Wade Barrett."

"Wade Barrett?" He blinked. "I wonder what that means?"

"Don't tell me you're one of those people who believe that every dream has a meaning."

He shrugged. "Most of my dreams are pretty out there. Like last night I dreamt that I was fighting Seth while ride a roller coaster, but we weren't like sitting on it, we were surfing it."

"That is pretty out there." She agreed.

"Yeah, and then at one point we went through like a tunnel that was filled with balloons and shit, and when we came out of it, I was standing in a ring that was rocking on top of a mountain peak."

"Maybe we should look into that."

"I would be too worried that whoever we got to examine my dreams would have me committed."

"Then it's best that we don't." She laughed as he sat down beside her.

"You might not want to do that." He said when she leaned against him. "I smell. Like bad."

Turning her head into his bare arm, she sniffed and shrugged her shoulder. "It's not too bad."

He lifted his arm up and inhaled loudly. "Still, I should take a shower before we go to dinner."

"Speaking of that." She said. "Have you seen my phone?"

He pursed his lips. "Last time I saw it was in the kitchen."

He memory blasted her. "When I called Hank."

"Yep."

"That makes sense." She stood up. "Do you know what time it is?"
He pulled his phone out of his short's pockets. "About five twenty."

"Cool." She nodded. "Why don't you go take your shower, and I'll check if my mom sent me anything about dinner?"

Dean wiped his face and nodded. "Sounds good to me."

"Do you remember where the towels are?"

"I think so." He said. "If I can't find them, I'll come and find you."

Sending Dean up to the bathroom, Angel made her way to the kitchen to find her phone right where she had left it on the counter. Picking it up, she noticed two things; one was that her phone was dying, and the other was a text message from her mom. Opening it, she saw that her mom said they had a reservation at for six fifteen.

Sighing, she realized that she needed to get dressed and charge her phones before they left.

"I'll be right back." Angel said standing front her seat. "I have to use to the bathroom."

"Don't fall in." Dean teased as he chomped on a fry.

"I won't." She shook her head as she walked away. Weaving through the tables, she made her way to the small hallway that was under a large side that said restrooms.

"Angel?" A familiar voice hit her. "Holy shit is that you?"

Stopping she turned towards a table that was sitting across from the bathrooms and froze. "Liam?" Her mouth practically hit the floor as she looked over her college ex-boyfriend. Trying to hid her shock and displeasure, she smiled and said. "What are you doing here? I thought you moved out of state."

"I did." He nodded as he stood up and walked up to her. "I'm just back to visit some of the boys." He said gesturing to the full table behind him. "Oh you remember Andy and Nate, don't you?"

How could I not. Andy and Nate were Laim's best friends. They were always with him. Always. She remembered nights of the four of them hanging out together. "Of course." She waved at them. "Nice to see you again."

"Nice to see you too." They waved back.

"So, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in LA working on your big film career?" Laim asked.

She shook her head. "I never went to LA,"

"That's ok, LA isn't for everyone." He said. "It takes a special type of person to make it out there." Angel blinked as she noted the small mocking tone in his voice. "So where did you end up? New York? Florida?"

"Technically I'm still here…"

"Oh? That's cool. Didn't you tell me that Pittsburgh is starting to become a big film spot." He spoke over her.

"I did…"
"So, then I'm sure you'll find something out here. What about indie films?"

"Actually, I already have a job." She said trying to get a word in.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I go the job with WWE."

She didn't like the way Liam's eyes widen. "You did?"

"Yep."

"Hot shit, you were talking about that job since I met you." Andy said from behind him. "Congratulations."

"Yeah, congrats." Laim shook his head. "That's amazing. I'm sure you're ecstatic and, and your parents must be super proud of you."

"They are."

"How long have you been working for them."

"Since about January."

"Neat." Laim nodded. "So, are you doing anything like camera work yet or do they still have you doing the typical PA work like running coffee?"

"Oh, I'm not a PA, I'm…"

"Oh." His eyes widened again.

"Yeah, It's hard to explain but I moved through different positions until I landed as a manager."

"A manager? Like store manager?"

"No, more like a talent manager." She sighed as she glanced towards the table where her parents and Dean was sitting. She was trying to figure out a way of getting out of this conversation. Although it probably wasn't wise for Dean to come safe her.

"Wait are you like Vickie Guerrero?" One of the guys that she didn't know asked.

She hummed as she thought about the answer to their question. "Kind of. I mean, I'm no where as legendary as her, nor do I have a voice like hers."

"But you get to be part of the show like she was? Right like you get to escrot your clients to the ring."

"I do."

"Man, she's like famous."

Angel shook her head. "I wouldn't say that."

Liam chuckle at her as he stepped forwards and placed a hand on her arm. "Sounds like there is so much to catch up on, I would love to. I'm going to be in town for a few days if you want to get coffee or something."

D.D.D.

Dean nodded as he listened to Chris talking about his day, though he was only half paying attention to it. A lot of what he was talking about was going right over his head.

"Would you like another drink?" he heard from beside him.

Turning his head, he saw their waitress standing there smiling at him. "We're good." Eveyln said looking at Chris, who nodded. "Dean do you want another drink or something."

Glancing at his pretty much empty beer, he thought about it before nodding. "Sure." He said turning back to the waitress. "I'll take another beer."

"Alright. I'll get that for you."
"Thank you." He said as she walked away. Just as he went to turn back to Chris's story, he noticed something that caught his attention.

Over by the bathrooms, Dean saw Angel standing there talking to someone. At first, he thought it was a fan but judging by the look on her face, she knew the guy and she didn't want to be talking to him.

"Hey, do you know who Angel is talking to." He asked nodding towards the scene.

Both Chris and Eveyln turned and both of them let out a sigh. "That's her ex-boyfriend from college."

"Did they have a bad break up? She doesn't look happy to be talking to him."

Eveyln shrugged. "She never told us why they broke up, but she was pretty broke up about it. It was two days after their third anniversary."

Dean's glanced back at the guy that Angel was talking to and his eyes widened as he registered who he was. That was the bastard that broke up with Angel two days after taking her first time. Then the whole story clicked in his mind. Angel had gifted that bastard with her virginity for their anniversary and he didn't find it to his liking and broke up with her two days later, and now he was talking to her like that never happened.

Anger filled him as he rose from his seat and turned towards them. As he stalked towards them, he heard Evelyn calling after him. Getting closer to him, Dean noticed the hand that was on Angel's arm and a flash of pure white hot hatred filled him.

"Is everything alright over here?" Dean asked as he stepped up to them. Both Angel and the guys looked up at him. Angel seemed thankful but the guys didn't.

"Yeah man, everything is fine. Thanks for making sure."

"Are you sure? Because she doesn't looks very uncomfortable."

Clicking his tongue, the guy turned fully towards him. "Why don't you mind your own business."

"It is my business."

"And who are you?"

"Oh, I'm her boyfriend."

The guys eyes widened as he stepped backwards. "Oh sorry, I didn't know." Nor did you care. Dean thought as he crossed his arms. "I guess I should introduce myself, I'm Liam, Angel's ex from college."

"Oh I know who you are."

"Excuse me, but if I stand here any longer, I'm going to pee my pants."

Dean nodded, still looking at Liam or whatever his name was. "Go to the bathroom, darling."

As soon as Angel left, Liam's whole demeanor changed. He went from what seemed like an upstanding being to being more laxed. "So, you're dating Angel, huh?"

"Yep." Dean said popping the 'p'.

"How long have you been going out?"

Wondering where this was going, he answered. "Uh, a few months."

"Ah, cool." Liam nodded. "Can I get real with you, man to man?" He gestured between them. "I wanna warn you as someone who was in your position, Angel is… how do I put this nicely? She can be a bit of a prude. I mean don't get me wrong, she's a sweetheart, super nice, smart, and pretty. You are a lucky guy but she's a little old fashioned." He said with a laugh, while stepping closer. "She made me wait three years, if you know what I mean."

Dean pursed his lips and nodded. This guy was seriously ticking him off but he reigned himself in. He wanted to know just how much of a piece of shit he was.

"And then after all that, it was still pretty bland."

Answer, he was huge piece of shit. Trying to stop himself from punching the guy in the face, he clenched his fists and locked his jaw.

"Oh, and I'm sure you already knew this one," Liam nudged him. "but she's fucking obsessed with those fucking roided-up, retarded, bags of meat that work for the WWE. Like so obsessed that if she wasn't old fashioned, I would suspect that she was being passed around in the locker room."

Dean's jaw clicked so hard that he was half expecting to have to spit out a part of his tooth later. "You know something," He said snickering through his nose. "You really should learn about the person you're talking about before you start running your mouth because," He stepped forward so that he was right in Liam's face. "hi, I'm Dean Ambrose, one of the roided up, retarded, bags of meat that you were talking about."

"I…I'm sorry. I didn't…"

"You didn't know." Dean finished for him. "And that just makes it all better. Because if you would have known, you wouldn't have said it, at least not to my face, right." He ran his tongue over the spot on the inside of his mouth that was bleeding from him biting it too hard. "Also, you need to learn that not everyone is a sexist asshole that's only looking for pussy. Did it never occurred to you that maybe I was in my relationship because I care about her and not because I wanted a good fuck?" He leaned even closer. "Unlike you, I'm not a piece of shit that is willing to lead a girl on for three years and then dump her after you didn't enjoy her first time.

He watched as Liam's face paled more and more.

"Did you even make sure that she was good?" He shook his head. "Did you even?" He held up two fingers and tsked. "You made a huge mistake man, because if you just given her a chance, she's a dream. A fucking dream. Oh! That being said." He reached forward and grabbed the man's collar. He lowed his voice as far down as he could. "If you hear you talk about Angel like this again, I will rip off your balls and shove them down your throat."

A.A.A.

Bouncing on her feet, Angel dreaded going to back out into the dining room. She prayed, that Dean and Liam wasn't talking or worse. Please. Please. Please. She begged as she opened he door. Her eyes instantly landed on Dean who was towering over Liam, who was looking up at him like he was looking at Death himself. Shit. She sighed as she rushed over to see what was happening. "Dean?" She shifted around to get a better look at what was going on.

"If you're wondering whether or not I'm crazy enough to do all that, go look up Jon Moxley and you'll find out real quick."

Starting to worry about why Dean was bring up Moxley, she reached out and touched his back. "Dean?" He didn't move. "Dean!"

With a grumbling growl like noise, he took a step back but didn't let up on the intense glare. A chill when down her spine as she looked up at her boyfriend. Other then Seth, she never saw such a dark look on his face. Which made her want to know what Liam had done.

Feeling Dean tense again, she grabbed his arm and tugged him backwards. "It was nice to see you again, Liam." She said not able to hide the bitter tone to her voice. "I don't think coffee is a good idea."

Dean's head slowly turned towards her at her words, and she realized that she shouldn't have said that. He clearly didn't like the thought that Liam had asked her out for coffee. Quickly wrapping herself around his arm and she lead him back through the restaurant.

As they walked, she realized all the gawking eyes and her heart skipped a beat. What if someone was recording them? What if tomorrow they get a call from PR saying that a video of Dean threatening Liam was making rounds on social media?

"Is everything ok?" She heard her parents ask.

"Yeah." She nodded looking up at Dean who still looked super pissed. "We'll be right back." She said quickly turning toward the door. Once she got both of them outside, she pushed him to the nearest side street, she then pulled herself from him and crossed her arms. "You wanna tell me what happened?"

Dean paced around in a large circle as he ran his hand through his hair. "Your ex is a scumbag."

"Ok?"

"A fucking asshole."

"Yep."

He grabbed his bangs and pulled on them. "God, I should I have punched him in the face." He spun on his heels like he was going to race back in to do just that.

Stepping in front of him, she sighed. "You're still not telling me what happened."

Dean finally looked at her. "He uh." His face twisted as if he was debating if he should tell her. "He tried to warn me about you."

"About me?"

"Yeah," He sighed. "He called you a prude and brought up how you made him wait three years to have sex."

Her mouth dropped as she a wave of humiliation hit her. She knew that Liam wasn't the best person. She found that out when he broke up with her two days after sleeping with her, but she never expected him to go and air their dirty laundry to anyone let alone Dean.

"Now can I go punch him?"

"No." She said even though she felt like going back in there and hitting him herself. How could someone go up to a stranger like Dean and spill everything like that…Oh no. A horrible thought came to her head. If Liam was able to tell Dean all that without knowing him, what would he be willing to tell people he knew. How many people knew about their dirty laundry? A strange panic rushed her, making her stumble back towards the wall of the building behind him.

"Angel?" Dean called as she slumped down to the ground. "Are you ok."

She shook her head. "I don't know." Dean crouched down in front of her. "I just realized that if he's say that to you, then he probably told all of our old friends. And who the hell knows what he told them." She said battling the tears. "How could he do this?"

"I know I can be a little prudish when it comes to relationships, but it wasn't all me. It just never seemed like the right time. We were so busy, between school and work… I was a little nervous. But it wasn't like I didn't want to…"

"Hey!" Dean grabbed her arms, making her jump. "Don't do this to yourself. You never have to justify not having sex. Whether you wanted to or didn't want to, you're allowed to not have sex."

She knew this. She knew that she shouldn't feel bad for not having sex with him right away but hearing that he was calling her a prude made her feel like she should have made more of an effort to be more intimate.

When Dean suddenly ripped away from her with a curse, she looked up and watched him pace around the alley way. She watched as he cracked his knuckles and racked through his hair. "I'm going to kill him." He mumbled over and over. "Fuck, I really want to kill him." He started ranting. "Back when you told me about him and what he did, I thought to myself, that I wanted to kill him. But now that I met him and got to experience his douchebagness first hand, I don't just want to kill him, I want to pound his head into a table over and over until his nose turned into a paste and his skull was spilt in two."

She cringed at the graphicness of his words. "That's a let's not and say we did kind of thing." She said worried about how worked up Dean was getting again.

"But it would be so easy." He said rolling his shoulder.

"I know, but you still can't." She told him. "You'll get in trouble, and I don't think that work would like you going to jail."

"I'm ok with that."

"I'm not."

He drew in a deep breath and nodded. "Fine, I won't beat him to a pulp."

"Promise?"

He turned and looked at her with a very unamused look. "Yeah, I promise."

Trying to ground her, she shook her head. "We should probably get back to the table. I'm sure that my parents are worrying about us."

"They might think we're fucking each other or something."

"I don't think so." She said as he helped her back to her feet. "I'm sure that they saw the look on your face as we walked past them. They probably think that you're out here killing someone."

He drew his brows together. "It was that bad."

"It was about as bad a June 2nd."

"Shit." He whistled knowing what she meant.

She nodded. "That's why I pulled you outside. I wanted to get you cooled down before you got yourself in trouble." Which sort of backfired on her as Dean seemed more worked up now.

"Ah, that makes sense." He started the bobblehead nodding. "I thought you came out here because you didn't want to be in the same building as that asshole."

"I mean that was a perk, but not the main intention." She said patting her checks to try and hide the redness that came with being on the edge of crying. "Are you ready to go back in?"

"I guess."

They made their back into the restaurant and passed the slightly confused looking hostess. "There you are." Her mom said as they got to the table. "What happened? Is everything ok?"

Not wanted her parents to know all the details of what happened, she said. "Yeah, every thing's ok."

"Are you sure?" Her dad asked. "Because that didn't look fine."

"I'm sure." She said looking at Dean for help.

"Yeah," Dean said pulling out her chair before sitting down himself. "It was just a stupid misunderstanding. Liam said something that made my blood boil and due to everything that has happened lately I have a short fuse and a easy to light match."

Her mom blinked at him. "What did he say that made you go off like that?"

"You know what, I can't even remember." Dean said with a slight chuckle. "That's how stupid it really was. It was something about me being the rebound guy and that Angel is only dated me because I work at WWE." He grabbed his drink and took a sip. "I just need to remember I can't punch people when they make me mad like I can at work."

Angel watch as her parents looked back and forth at each other. "This is so shocking, because I would never expect Liam to say something like that." Her mom said. "I always thought he was a decent guy."

Angel had to stop herself from coughing at her mom's words. If only you knew.

D.D.D.

"Tonight, couldn't have been anymore awkward if I wore my underwear over my pants." Angel sighed as she pulled down the covers on the bed.

"Nah, I think it will be more awkward before everyone at the restaurant would notice that."

"And you don't think that everyone noticed you getting into Liam's face?" She raised her brows.

He shrugged. "I wasn't kicked out."

"Only because they were scared of you." He could detect a bitter tone in her voice. "Oh, and then the whole rest of the dinner, I had to deal with you and Liam giving each other googly eyes."

"I wasn't giving him googly eyes."

"Could have fooled me."

"What was I supposed to do ignore him and his table of limp dicks staring at me, because it was kind of hard to."

"We'll you didn't have to wave the fork around?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. He had hoped that she hadn't noticed but of course she did. "I saw one of them frantically pointing at their phone and then all of them grew pale, so I thought that maybe they did as I told them to and looked me up, but I wanted to verify."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, you got your answer."
"Are you angry at me?" He asked. "because I'll say sorry but I'll let you know it won't be genuine at all because I don't know why your mad at me for putting the fear of god into some sexist punk who thinks that every guy in the world is like him."

"No, I don't want you to say sorry. I just…" She sighed jumping onto the bed. "I guess what you said earlier fits perfectly, 'due to everything that has happened I have a short fuse and an easy to lite match." She looked over at him. "I'm not upset that you stood up for me, but did you have to do it in that public of a manner?"

"I didn't think I made that much of a commotion; I even kept my voice down."

"Yeah and I'm thankful for that, but we live in an age where everyone has smart phone and everyone records everything." She pulled the blankets up to her. "What if someone recorded you doing that? We would have an HR nightmare on our hands right before a big pay-per-view. Not to mention that the fans might turn on you if they saw a video going around the internet with the title 'Dean Ambrose assaults random dude at a restaurant'."

He pursed his lips and nodded. He knew that she was right.

"And I know you don't care about that kind of shit. I know that you never wanted to be anyone's hero and you don't care if the fans love you or hate you, but you have to remember I do, I have to. I'm stuck in his weird line where I'm your girlfriend who appreciate you coming to my rescue and your manager who was inwardly cursing what you did the whole night. It's so stressful."

The bitterness in her voice was replaced with the sounds of tears brewing in her eyes.

"And then on top of all that, I'm trying not to think of everyone who knows all the little dirty details of my past relationship." Her voice broke and that was all Dean could handle, he fell onto the bed and pulled her into his arms, pressing her face onto his chest.

As bad as he felt for making her worry all night about his public image, he wanted to go back in time and at least throw one punch. He wanted to make sure the prick would never say anything bad about Angel again. He wanted him to feel physical pain every time he even tried.

"Thank you."

Her words startled him. "What?"

"Thank you for coming to my rescue tonight." She pulled away and look up at him. "I should have said it all night. Thank you for standing up for me."

He petted her head. "Anytime, darlin'" He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

She smiled up at him and rubbed her eyes. "Gah, I've been crying too much in the last few days."

"A lot has happened in the last couple of days."

"You're telling me." She said with a yawn.

"Tired?"

"Mentally and emotionally, yes."

He chuckled. "Time to sleep?"

"That might be for the best." She nodded. "I might have a mental break down if I stay awake any longer."

"We wouldn't want that." He smirked as grabbed the comforter and pulled it up over her head. He then pushed her down into the bed and tucked her in tightly. He then threw another blanket over her before laying down and pulling her into him. He could hear her laughing from within her cocoon. "What are you laughing about?" He asked. "I thought you wanted to go to bed."

"I do." He heard her mumble.

"Well then go to bed." He snuggled into her.

"Let me out."

"What?"

"Let me out?"

"What?"

"LET ME OUT!" She yelled.

"Ok, ok." He said as he tried to peel the layers of blankets off of her. When he finally got her head free, he was met with a slight slare. "Happy now."

She scrunched her nose and wiggled out of the rest of the cocoon and rolled over to the far side of the bed. "I'm going to bed."

"Alright good night." He chuckled taking all the blankets and rolling over. He knew she would come back for them sooner then later. However, he didn't expect her game to go as long as it did. He was almost asleep when she rolled over and stuck her face right against his bare arm. "Dean."

"What?" He yawned out.

"Can I have one of the blankets?"

"You didn't seem to want them before."

"Please."

He glanced over his shoulder and saw her puppy dog eyes and sighed. "Here." He rolled back to her and threw one of the blankets over her.

"Thank you." She pulled it down under her chin.

"You're welcome."

She leaned over and gave him a kiss "Good night."

"Night." Staying where she was in the middle of the bed next to him, she rolled over onto her side. "Oh, you're not sulking anymore?"

"I'm being kind."

"Oh?"

"I'm gracing you with my presence."

Dean laid down and threw his arm over her. "Ah, I'm so lucky. The luckiest guy." He nuzzled against her.

She giggled and tired to fight against him. "Yes, yes but if you don't get that scratchy beard off my face right now, you won't be lucky for very long."

"Alright, alright. I got it." He pulled a bit away so that his face wasn't against hers.

They settled in to go to bed, when Angel voice stirred him again. "Dean?"

"Huh?"

"Thanks."

"You've already said that."

"I mean for this." She said tapping at the arm that was laying over her. "Thanks for cheering me up."

"Anytime." He hugged her tight.

A.A.A.

"Dean! Stop eating the chocolate chips." She said smacking him in the back with her flour covered hand. "I need to use those."

"You have like ten bags here."

"Yeah well, I need all of them."

"All of them?" He said grabbing another handful.

"Dean!"

He tossed them into his mouth with a smile. "Yummy."

"If you're going to eat everything, leave the kitchen."

"What am I supposed to do then?"

"Watch TV, or take a nap, or go work out. Any of that would be great."

"That's not fun."

"Then stop eating my chocolate chips." She said going back to her batch of cookies that she was working on.

"Why are you making so many cookies."

"I told you I'm making some for Hank, Renee, my mom and dad, us and I'm bring some for catering on Friday."

"Are you sure they're going to make all the way until Friday?"

She nodded. "I mean we make Christmas cookies about a week before and their still good. It just matters how you store them."

"That's not what I meant; I was implying that I'm going to eat all of them."

"All of them?" She looked around at all of the baking prep around her. She had made up three different batter and had enough stuff to make more.

"Well maybe not all of them."

"Thought so. Now stop eating my chocolate chips."

"Fine."

About halfway through the second batch of the chocolate chips, Angel heard her phone start to ring. "Dean!" She called for the man who was sitting in the dinning room downing like the first batch of cookies. "Can you get that?" She asked holding up her messy hands.

Dean quickly made his way back into the kitchen and grabbed her phone off the counter. "Hello?" He said before putting it on speaker. "What's up Hank?"

"Hi Hank!" She called as she worked her cookie dough.

"Hey guys. Sorry about not getting back to you sooner, a lot happened yesterday, and it slipped my mind."

"No worries."

"I wanted to tell you…" He paused. "What the hell is that noise?"

"I'm making cookies!"

"Oh no." Hank said. "You making cookies…"

"I am."

"Like enough for the class?"

"Like enough for the whole school." Dean said.

"It's not that much. And don't worry Hank I got a bag with your name on it too."

"Not that much? Don't let her fool you, she is making three different kind of cookies and has like twelve dozen of each."

"Not true." She said. "Well it's true that I'm making three different kinds of cookies. But that's because I don't know if everyone at work likes chocolate chip cookies, so I decided to make some peanut butter ones."

"Ok that's understandable, what about the third type?"

"I wanted to make sure that everyone could have one and remembered that Daniel Byran is a vegan, and even though he won't be there it made me realize that I have no idea if anyone else is vegan. So I'm making some vegan cookies too."

"And you're doing all this for Smackdown."

"Yeah."

"Why would you go through all that for just Smackdown?" Hank asked. "Not that I'm complaining, but why not just wait until the pay-pre-view that on Sunday."

"I thought about it." She answered. "But I didn't think the cookies would make it all the way to Florida, nor do I think that customs would like me taking dozens of eggs and stuff on a plane."

"You know we could have bought everything once we got to Florida." Dean told her.

"Eh." She shrugged. "I'm making them now."

"I can see that."

"I'm glad."

"I don't care when you make them, just save a couple for me alright." Hank told her.

"Don't worry I'll have a bag with your name on it."

"A whole bag?"

"Just like last time."

"Oh god, you're just trying to make me have to make yet another notch in my pants aren't you."

"I could give you less cookies if you like."

"Did I say that." He said quickly. "Well on that note. I wanted to let you know that you got the match for Sunday."

Snicking at the quickly change in subject, Angel looked up at Dean. "Oh well, that's amazing, thank you."

"Just like I told you yesterday that I was already sure that you had the match, all I did was mentioned it to Vince and he was like 'yes that sounds great'." He said doing an impression of Vince's raspy voice.

"I can't tell if that's Vince or Tony the Tiger." Dean joked.

"Don't let him hear that." Hank said. "He might try and sue Frosted Flakes for stealing his voice."

"Is he older than Tony the Tiger?"

"Do you think that matters to Vince."

"True."

"Well, I'll let you get back to the cookie baking." Hank said.

"Thank you for calling to let us know about the match." Angel said.

"I told you I would." He said. "Well, I hope the two of you enjoy the rest of your week and I'll see you guys on Friday."

"See you Friday."

"Night."

Dean hung up the phone for them.

'You got the match!" Angel said excitedly.

"And now I get to officially punch Seth in the face."

"Officially."

"And still the Authority will whine and cry."

"Do they go anything else?"

"Yeah, they gloat and flaunt their power."

"Oh right."

Dean chuckled as he walked out of the room. "Let me know when you need to take the next batch out of the cookies."

"You better not be eating the entire first batch." She called after him.

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