Welcome to chapter 111 make a wish.

I know that I've said this before, but I'm so sorry for the long wait for the chapter and the fact that the chapter was so short, but these last few months have been a while, I moved and work picked up so much that I couldn't kept up with everything. I hope you guys understand I am trying and your nice words mean so much to me.

Also this chapter is short but I hope you enjoy it. I wanted to get something out for you.

Big thank you to Sonia for all the sweet words keeping me going. Thank you.

Smackdown: July 8, 2014

As she looked over the basically empty snack table, Angel's heart pounded in her chest. Her eyes passed over what was left of the fruit salad, and she acted as if she was going to get some, even though she knew she wasn't. At this moment, she couldn't even begin to think about eating. She felt sick, felt like she was going to throw up at any moment, that or she was going to pass out. Which she guessed was a side effect from almost getting choke slammed by Kane.

God, just the thought of how close she had come, had her shaking so bad that she couldn't feel her phone blowing up in her pocket as her parents tried to reach her to presumably tell her how dumb she was. Which now in the aftermath, she was starting to agree with them. Yet even now, she was telling herself that she did what she had to do to stop Dean from taking another curb stomp.

When a hand touched her back, she jumped, almost knocking over the pile of apples that sat near the edge of the table. Spinning around, she saw Renee standing there with a frown on her face.

"You scared me."

"Is that all you have to say?" Renee asked crossing her arms.

Angel sighed. "Renee…"

"Don't 'Renee' me. You've got a lot of explaining to do."

"What do you want me to say?"

"How about you tell me, what processed you do put yourself in harms way like that, huh?" The woman said.

Angel looked down at the floor and pulled the lapels of Dean's jacket closer. "It was the only thing I could think of to stop Seth."

"And what if he didn't stop? What then?" Renee asked. "What would you have done if he just stomped you into Dean?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I didn't get that far in my head."

The look of per disappointment washed from Renee's face as she took a deep breath. "You know one of these days you're going to have your ass handed to you."

"I know." She nodded. She did indeed know that her luck was going to run out sometime, and she was just surprised as everyone else that it wasn't tonight.

"As much as I hate to say this, you should go thank Hunter for stopping Kane when he did." Renee told her. "You're so lucky."

"I know." Biting the inside of her lip, she stood there with her eyes still locked on the tile floor. She didn't know if she felt ashamed or pissed off that her best friend was scolding her like she was a child, but she knew she deserved it.

"So, how's Dean."

"I don't know." She said feeling even more like a child. "From what I can tell, he's fine. Sore and pissed off but fine. Though I wouldn't really know, he hasn't said a word to me since we got out of the ring."

"He's probably upset about what you did."

"I know." Her head snapped up. "I know I should have listened to him and gotten out of the ring, but I couldn't. I just couldn't, ok?" She looked Renee right in the eyes. "Not after Monday, not after watching him get carted away."

"Damn it." Renee sighed. "You make it so hard to stay mad." She pulled her into a hug. "Fuck you're cute, innocent, loving charm that you have."

Pulling back, Angel gave her a half smile and said. "I hope it works on Dean as well as it does you."

"Well, you're about to find out." Renee said as she turned towards catering's 'doorway'.

Dreed filled her as she turned to see Dean standing there, leaning against the wall with his head down so that his bangs covered his face.

Renee pattered her on shoulder. "Good luck."

"Thanks."

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she started for Dean. As she got closer, she noticed that his shoulder was taped up again. She also noticed the darkness that was coving his eyes and the deep frown that was on his face.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" She asked as if the man didn't look like he was about to commit murder.

Without a word, he put his hand up, stopping her in her place. He then looked up out of the corner of his eyes and crocked his fingers before pointing to the floor in front of him. 'Come here'.

Trying not to make things worse, she did what she was told and walked up to the exact spot. Earning her a crook of the head, but still he didn't stay a word, and it freaked her out. Quite Dean was more intimidating than the normally loud and mouthy version.

Without warning, a rough, half taped hand grasped her neck. She gasped and Dean raised a brow at her, tell her to let him know if she wasn't ok with this. The grip on her neck wasn't tight, but it was enough to tell her that he was in charge right now, and she was ok with that. When she didn't say anything to protest him, Dean turned them to walk down the hall.

Which at first she thought was just to take her to a more sculded area so that they could talk, but as they made their way into the dark, 'off limits' part of backstage, she realized he had other ideas. Quickly worry turned into anticipation.

When they got to a spot that Dean deemed to be far enough from everyone, he reached out and snatched the waters out of her hands and tossed them down the hall. One of them broke open and splashed water everywhere.

"Dean, I know you're mad…" She was cut off when Dean pinned her against the wall, both hands over her head, before leaning down and kissing her. A switch went off in her head and suddenly she was lost, her head spinning.

Pulling away, Dean stood up straight, showing off the over foot of height difference between the two of them. She had to crank her neck up just to look at his face. "I'm not mad, I'm fucking furious."

His already rough voice was deeper, more ragged and it sent chills through her. "I know…" Her voice shook.

Dean shook his head. "Uh, uh, uh." He shushed her. "We'll get to all that later, right now I have a lot of…" He cracked his neck. "'energy' to work out, and unless my memory has failed me, I'm pretty sure someone here had volunteered to help me do that." He said pressing himself into her the best he could. "Unless you've changed your mind." Even though his words held heat and promise of something dark, it was his eyes that made her knees buckle. Inside them was a range of emotion that could only be called one thing, sinful.

"Darlin', I need to know have you changed you mind?"

Shaking her head, she looked away from his hot gaze. "I'm always willing to help you."

He forced her to look at him by grabbing her chin. "That's my girl." He smashed his lips onto hers. All those emotions that she had just seen dancing in his eye were now flowing through his rough lips and it was just as intense as she has thought it would be. She felt like she was caught in a big wave; her heart started to beat faster and faster with each second, her lung ached to breath but though she didn't want to come up for air as her mind slipped into a comfortable numbness that made it hard to focus on anything but the taste of Dean.

This time when he pulled away from her, her head fell back as she tired to catch her breath, which was easier said then done as she suddenly felt herself hoisted into the air. Gasping, she grabbed onto his shoulders to hold on as he maneuvered her around so that her legs wrapped around his waist.

"What's wrong baby?" He asked as he grabbed her ass and pressed into her, letting her feel just how ridged he was through their jeans. "Did you just realize what you were in for?" He rolled his hips. "Still game?"

She moaned at the feeling and nodded.

As if she had just let a wild beast off a leash, Dean let out a snarl and attacked her neck, he sucked, licked, and nipped at her skin. Each time he moved to a new spot, she could feel the aching throb that was left behind, and she knew right then and there that she was going to be covered with marks by the end, and that they were going to be dark. But she couldn't care less, right now her mind was fixated on the building friction that Dean was sure to keep up during his onslaught.

D.D.D.

Licking his lips, Dean pulled himself from Angel's neck and smirked as he admired his handy work. Her soft creamy skin was now covered with an array of dark hickeys that he knew she would be mad about when she finally saw them. But god did they stir him up even more, he loved seeing his mark on her, whatever it was; hickeys, fingerprints, bite marks, scratches, or even just her wearing his things. His eyes flashed to his jacket that ingulfed her. One day he would fuck her in just one of his leather jackets. But not right now, they didn't have the time for all that. This was going to just a downright dirty fuck.

A small ping of whatever was left of the sane part of his brain came back to him as realized just how 'Moxley' that thought was. Though when he turned his attention back to the woman in his arm, that worry was washed from him and he gave a small internal chuckle at the sight in front of him.

With her eyes closed, Angel's head was leant as far back as the wall behind her would allow, as she let out little pants in time with his movements, and as fucking sexy as that was, his main focus was on her small smile. When he moved to adjust his hold on her, she perked up but didn't move an inch until he brought his now free hand up and grabbed her chin.

Opening her eyes, she looked up at him through her lashes as he ran his thumb over her bottom lip. How could you ever think this sexy minx is a prude. He thought as he stuck his thumb inside her mouth. And much to his surprise, she only hesitated for a second before she closed her lips around it and sucked.

"Fucking hell." He cursed as his entire body twitched. "You're so good with that pretty little mouth of yours."

A deep blush rushed to her face as she kept teasing his thumb, setting off images in his mind of when she sucked him off in the shower. How he would kill to feel her mouth on him. Again he would have to wait for that as well.

Pulling his thumb from her mouth, he groaned when she let it go with a pop. Smirking, he wiped his wettened thumb off on her bottom lip before reaching behind her to grab a chunk of her hair. He then pulled her into another kiss.

As he kissed her senseless again, he became aware of how much both of their jeans were restricting the friction that he was trying to build up. "I know I've said this before, probably when we were in a very similar situation but fuck, sometimes I wish you were more into skirts or dresses. Even those legging from before would be better than this."

"How?" She said coming out of her fog.

"They would be easier to rip."

Her eyes widened. "You wouldn't."

He pulled his head back to look at her, "You wanna bet?" He could tell that she wanted to call his bluff. "You know me better than most do, so you should know just how far I'm willing to go to get what I want, and right now I want you." He punctuated his works with a thrust of his hips.

She moaned and closed her eyes as she clung onto him so sweetly. "Dean." Her voice was no louder than a panting whisper, but it rang in his ear as if she was screaming.

Driven by the need to hear it again, he pressed her harder against the wall, as he rubbed against her again and again until all he could hear was her little noises. But now they weren't enough, he wanted to feel her on him, wanted to feel her nails in his back, wanted to feel her heat wrapped around him. "Fuck it." He growled and pulled away from the wall.

Not putting her down, he walked down the hall and check each door to see if it was open, growing more and more annoyed when he found them locked.

"We can just head out and go back to the room." She said kissing his neck.

"I don't know if I'll make it back." He said as he tried yet another door. "We might end up pulling off on the side of the road."

"The hotel is ten minutes away."

"So?" He said trying another door, smirking when he heard the click of the door opening. "And it doesn't matter because what do you know?" He pushed it open. Angel twisted around in his arm, to see the room, which seemed to be a small unused conference room. Walking over to the table in the middle, he sat her down and chuckled. "This brings back memories."

Scooting around to get more comfortable, Angel looked around again and nodded. "You're not going to lose another pair of underwear this time are you."

"Nah," He chuckled as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom. "I came prepared."

Her eyes went wide. "Did you have that in your pocket this whole time? What would have happened if it slipped out during the show?"

"I'm not that big of an idiot," He set it down on the table next to her. "I grabbed it when we stopped to get your phone." Noticing that her attention was on the condom, he grabbed her hips and pulled her to the very edge of the table. As she let out the squeal of surprise that he was hoping for, her hands flew to his chest as if to catch herself. "Don't worry baby, you're not going anywhere." He said dropping his voice down low. "So, where were we? Oh yeah, we were at the taking off the fucking jeans part of the night."

Reaching down, he made quick work of her button and zipper, before wrapping his arm around her, so that he could lift her up to pull her pants down easily. She suddenly went tense and shook her head. Worried that maybe she had changed her mind after all, he begrudgingly pulled back.

"You can't be picking me up like that, you're supposed to be resting it." He said pocking at his taped-up shoulder and pouted.

Taking a deep breath, he shook his head. "You're worried about my arm?" He asked, pushing her backwards towards the table until she was laying down with him over her. "You're not enough to hurt me. Wanna know how I know?" He brushed his hair out of her face. "I've been holding you up with one arm this entire time and baby, I'm right handed."

Her eyes widened and her pout grew. "You're supposed to be resting."

"And I will later. But right now, I don't think either of us is going to get rest." He swiftly pulled her pants down in a fluid movement.

A.A.A.

Angel gasped as she suddenly found herself standing on her feet with her jeans wrapped around her ankles. Looking up at Dean, she didn't know whether she should be excited or nervous about the smirk that was on his face. He then leaned forwards as if he was only to kiss her, only to stop right before their lips touched and spun her around so that her back was now facing him.

Before she could get her bearings, a shiver ran up her spine as he ran his hand up her body, lacing himself between her breast on his way up to her throat. His hold on her was firm but gentle. "I meant what I said before." He said in her ear as he ran his thumb up and down on the side of her neck. "If for whatever reason, if you want to stop or if you're just not feeling up to it, that's fine. Just say the word and I'll stop." He said even as he pressed himself against her backside.

She gave a chuckle as she tired to look back towards him. "That wasn't what I thought were going to say."

"What did you think?"

"I thought you were going to say something about being serious when you said that this wasn't about resting."

His low snicker tickled her ear. "Oh, well I mean that too." He pealed the jacket off her shoulders. She sighed as the warm weight slipped off her. She had almost forgotten that she was still wearing his jacket, and now that it was being taken off, she shivered. "Cold?"

"I mean that thing is like sauna, and I just finally got used to it."

"Well don't worry, you won't be too cold for long."

Angel heard a bunch of rustling behind her, making her curious, though when she went to look back over her shoulder, it stopped, and Dean pressed her downwards towards the table. Once she was chest against the cold wood, another puzzling sensation hit her. There was a softness against her hips and not the hardness of the table edge that she has been prepared for. Glance down, she saw the leather jacket folded under her.

"You can tap out at any time." He said as he kicked at her feet, making her spread her legs wider. "God, you look good like this. All laid out like a snack." He groaned.

A rush of heat flowed through her, and she felt his rough hands on her hips. When he ran a figure under her underwear, she let out a gasp.

Dean chuckled.

Looking down at her arms, Angel bit her lip sand took a deep breath. It wasn't fair, how was Dean this sexy? How could this man make her melt with one touch and a chuckle?

Another touch, this one snaking between her and the table. Anticipation filled her as she waited for him to reach where she knew he was heading, and even as she was prepared for it, his touched still knocked the air from her. She hadn't realized just how sensitive she had gotten from all the friction before.

"Always a surprise, my little Angel." Dean's voice dropped even lower. "Here I was thinking I was going to have to use some of our time to get you prepared but then I find you soaking and ready."

"Dean." She called over her shoulder, her voice shaking as her cheeks flared.

"Something wrong?"

"That's embarrassing."

"I'm not trying to embarrass you, I'm praising you."

She drew her brows together at his words, that was until she felt the wonderful friction building up again. Moaning, she let her forehead fall against the cool table and raised her hips, giving Deam more access to her.

"And you deserve all the praise in the world." He groaned as he picked up his pace. It wasn't long until he had her wiggling around trying to both escape the overwhelming feeling and add to it. "Watch yourself, baby. You're getting a little loud."

With her pleasure racked mind, it took her a second to realize what he meant, but then panic and worry set in. She had been so lost, that she had forgot to keep herself in check. What if someone heard? No one did last time, but that was then, also Dean had made sure to muffle her, something that was a little hard to do in this position.

"Here." She felt something rub against her cheek. Turning her head slightly, she saw that he was holding out his tank top. "Use it to help keep you quiet."

As she twisted to take the thing, her senses were instantly flooded with the scent of Dean, that strong mainly musk mixed with mint and whiskey. She couldn't help but to bring the shirt to her face and inhale deeply. "I love the way you smell." She mumbled almost absentmindedly.

"Do you?" He asked, the smirk sounding in his voice. "Why to people say that? I hear it all the time, 'I love the way my boyfriend smells', 'oh my god you smell so good', what is that all about?"

She shrugged. "I don't know." She said glancing over her shoulder, feeling kind of awkward about having this kind of conversation while in this position. "Haven't you heard about all those studies they've done about being attracted to someone scent? It's like a biology thing."

"Oh." He nodded. "I never really thought about it. So, what do I smell like to you?"

"I can't put it into words."

"Try."

Her eyes widened at the tone of his voice. It was so demanding and confident that she felt as if she had to answer him. "The best way I can explain it is masculine mixed with the gum you chew." She said feeling a little nervous whether or not that made sense to him.

A chuckle came from behind her as she felt a warm weight come over her. "I guess that makes since." Dean said in her ear. "I am masculine, and I do chomp on some gum from time to time." A whimper came from her as she felt his breath tickle down her neck. "Huh, I wonder what I could describe your scent as." He said before sticking his nose into her skin and inhaling deeply. He hummed as he did it again. "Sweet." He said. "Sweet, like strawberries but it's very faint. Like the subtle scent that a flower gives off, you have to get right up close to get the full thing. But it's worth it."

He smelt her again, as a sudden knee buckling feeling raced through her. Not able to hold herself up, she fell forward, her face planting right into Dean's shirt. And she was sure it was just because she was more aware of it right this second, but his scent seemed to flood around her like a cloud. It was intoxicating, like a drug that she was quickly becoming addicted to.

Through the haze of the high that she was getting from his scent, she heard Dean groan above her as pressure came to her entrance. Which made her become overly aware of the finger that was being pressed into her.

"Slick as water and softer than a kitten." Dean said into her ear. "Just like always."

"Dean." She mumbled into his shirt as she tired to pick her head up before she could, she felt him press another finger into her. Whining, she accepted it, allowing him to stretch her out more.

"Look at you, you're getting so good that you're taking my fingers like their nothing. So fucking hot." He groaned again. "Makes me wonder just how well you'll be able to take my cock."

Her face grew hot, though she wasn't sure if it was became of his words or ifit was became of how he was petting her inside, all she knew was that she didn't want him to stop and complained when he did.

"Easy there," He chuckled. "We're not done yet."

From behind her, she could hear as he ripped open the condom wrapper. Am I really going to do this? She asked herself. Was she really going to have sex at work? In a public building, where anyone could walk up and find them? If someone would have asked her six months ago, hell even two months ago if she would ever do something like this, she would have said one thing, 'No way!' but now, now the idea of it made her hot. Hot enough that the consequences seemed to be no big deal. Who fucking cares if someone see us? Dean will take care of them in a heartbeat.

"You good? If you wanna tap out, now is the time."

"I'm good."

With a light but hardy smack on her backside, Dean snicker. "That's my girl."

Taking a deep breath, Angel readied herself. With all the times that they have had sex, she was starting to get used to everything. The pain wasn't there anymore just some uncomfortable stretching for the first few minutes before the pleasure took over, but this was a new position for her, and Dean was in a particular mood where she didn't know what was going to happen. Not that she was scared, no she fully trusted Dean, she just didn't want her inexperience to get in the way.

A rough hand grabbed her hip as one again pressure started to build against her. There wasn't much resistance before her body became puddy and allowed Dean to shop it the way he wanted.

"Fuck, just like I thought. Taking me like a pro."

With each inch, her mouth fell open wider, she was right to expect something new with this position. The angle that he was hitting her at was new, and she felt fuller for some reason. It was amazing. And only got better when he started to move.

With the first thrust, she was seeing stars. "Oh god!" She called out as she gripped Dean's shirt.

"That good?" He said as he started up a rhythm. "Well, you better hold on because we're just getting started."

Holding on was all she could do. Every thrust she felt that explosion of pleasure that had her seeing spots. She didn't know whether to beg for more or for him to stop, that's how intense it was. All she knew was she wanted to come, needed to release the coil that was twisting in her gut.

"Fuck me." Dean gritted out. "Why haven't we done this before? You feel so fucking good…I mean you always do but fuck…you're so fucking hot and wet and fuck. What has you all worked up? Is it because we're at work? Or trying something new doing it for you? Or did you just really liked the way I fought in the ring tonight?" He huffed. "Please say it was the last one, my ego needs that right now."

She didn't answer him, couldn't really and not just because she had no idea what exactly it was that had her so turned on, but she knew he didn't care. Dean was mouthy, always sprouting something.

Then a noise came from the hall, it wasn't close, but it was loud enough that both of them cranked their heads back to the door. Panic rushed her as she tried to not make a single sound, something that was made a lot harder due to Dean seeming to have other plans. Instead of slowing sown or being cautious of what the noise could mean, he picked up his pace and bucked his hips into her at a punishing rate, all while letting out over exaggerated breaths.

She knew what he was doing. He was trying to wind her up, trying to make her panic a little but all it really did was send a sick thrill through her. Part of her realized that Dean wouldn't ever do anything that would get them caught but what if someone heard them? What if they could hear the way their bodies were slapping together in perfect rhythm. What if. What if. What if. It sent her head spinning.

"I think we might be running out of time." Dean said as he lent down over her. "I guess that means it's time to get serious."

At first, she thought that, that was just more of Dean sprouting stuff but then a pulse of heat and electricity of pleasure went through her unlike anything. It made her toes curl, her spine arch back and her head shoot back, and then it happened over and over. She could feel herself tipping closer to the edge, could feel the coil inside of her tightening until it was almost painful. She needed that release that she knew was coming.

The closer she got the harder it was to hold in the loud squeals, gasps and moans that were working their way out. She tried her hardest to use Dean's shirt as a muffler but that wasn't the easiest thing to do when every thrust made her head launch backwards. Which was worrying because she knew that she could be loud and if they were found out, they would get fired.

She didn't know how long she was fighting with herself when suddenly she felt a heavy weight press between her shoulder blades, forcing her down against the table, her face buried into the balled-up shirt. And seconds later, her body registered what was going on and quickly erupted as if it was worried that the moment would be taken away if it didn't release at that moment.

A high-pitched noise came from her as her body started to basically convulse. Until there wasn't any energy left in her and she fell limp. For a few seconds the world disappeared. All she knew was the tingle that still ran through her as an after-taste of the pleasure that she just experienced, and the soreness that was running up and down her legs. It was very tranquil that was until she started to come down from her high. She became aware of the sweaty stickiness of Dean's leather jacket under her hips, and the sounds of Dean trying to catch his breath, while throwing in a curse every now and then.

She also became very aware of the tingling in her body was her legs that had fallen asleep. "Dean." She groaned as she tried to stretch her legs out. "I need to move."

"Shit." Dean quickly helped her to move so that she was sitting up-right on the table. "There you go, how are you…feeling?"

She giggled at the question. "Good. I mean my legs are asleep and my hips are a bit sore but other than that I feel good, real good."

"Well that uh, good."

"How about you?"

"I feel… I…um words no worky but…I feel great." He said as he walked up to the edge of the table, and lent into her, his forehead resting on hers. "I'm great."

"Well that uh, great." She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his nose.

"Sorry that my post-cumming brain isn't up to standards, but baby have you ever heard the term fuck your brains out? Well, that might have backfired on me a little bit." Dean smirked. "I'm not complaining though."

Once again noise drew their attention to the door, this time it was louder and sounded like someone slamming a road case against the wall, or something.

"Ah, I guess we should probably get out of here."

"You think?" She said hopping down off the table, her knees buckling.

"Are you going to be able to walk out of here?" Dean asked as she caught herself. "I think the wobbly knee, baby deer walk might give away the fact that I just railed you into a stupor."

"I'll be fine." She said shaking her head and pulling up her underwear and pants.

"Just making sure." Dean said as he buttoned his pants.

As Angel gathered up both his leather jacket and his tank top off the table, she heard Dean whistling a jolly tune, a sign that this really did help him. She couldn't see the man from before being jolly.

Smiling to herself, she turned to the man to see him pacing around, while swinging what was in his hand around.

"Dean!" She called as she realized that it was the condom. "That's gross."

"Eh." He shrugged before balling it up and throwing it in his pocket. "Every guy has done it."

"Still gross."

He shrugged again, making her roll her eyes.

Walking to the door, they peaked out and saw that for the most part the cost was clear, but due to the noises they heard Angel still had a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. "What if someone sees us."

"They're too busy wrapping up from the show to even notice."

"You don't think they'll notice two people who should have already left coming out from a closed off area?"

"I guess you have a point." He sighed. "We'll take turns and meet up at catering."

"Ok." She nodded.

"See you there." He winked before just taking off down the hallway without another word.

Still peaking out from the doorway, she walked him disappear out into the main backstage area and sighed. She knew that she was being over cautious, but she couldn't help it. Once Dean was out of sight, she waited another couple of minutes before heading out herself, and like he has said, no one was paying any attention to her. They hustled past her as they cleaned up from the shows and got ready to head out for the night.

As catering came into view, she felt her worry draining a bit, now that they were in a normal place for both of them to be.

"Hey fancy meeting you here." Dean said as he walked up to her with a small plate of left-over snacks. "What are the chances."

"Can we just leave."

"You really want to flee the scene of the crime, huh?"

"Or maybe I'm tired and would like to go get some sleep, since we have to be up in the morning to travel."

"Sure." He nodded. "Tired." He leaned forward. "Are you it's not because you didn't get enough of me and can't wait to get more?" He whispered in her ear.

Swing out with her arm that had both his shirt and jacket handing over it, she hit him in the gut earning her a grunt. "Here you take this, I'm going to go get my bag."

"It was a joke." He called after her. "Unless you wanna."

Katmoonchild: Thank you for the review! Angel and Eva are not the best of friends are they, lol. I'm trying to figure out how I really want to end the Eva and Angel feud, I know the one part of it but not everything. I hope my long absents didn't scary you away.

Katara Melody Cullen: I'm always happy to see your reviews! And I think everyone agrees that Angel should Dirty Deeds Eva. I saw her comeback and almost instantly release, which wow. I do hope you're still reading.

Silentmayhem: I hope she's getting stronger. Thank you for noting how I changed the story! I'm trying to make Angel effect the story not just be a part of it. Oh and about Dean resting, god that man did the most matches in both 2015 and 2016 without resting and up until his elbow injury, he never had a sick day, it's crazy. I hope you're still here

HugKnuckles: Bitches is right! Eva seems that catty to me. Don't worry Dean's going to find out, it's going to take a little bit of time but he will. Thank you for the review! I hope you're still here.

Sonia: Wow! Thank you so much for the constant check ins! Every time I saw a review from you I knew I had to push forward and come back to the story. Thank you. This chapter though short is for you...sorry it's a smutty one if you don't like it. lol. Thank you and Happy Holidays and Happy New year to you too! Thank you.

BrookeWorm3: Liam, may or may not make another appearance. But Eva will fuck off. I have some plans for that. I hope I haven't lost you as a reader.

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