Welcome to chapter one hundred and sixteen! I really hope you like this one. The next chapter should be out soon, I have a bunch of it done already. Now I'm jinxing it. Lol
Tuesday: July 22, 2014
Opening the door to the hotel room, Dean finished up the bottle of water that he took with him to the gym. He then walked into the suite, only to realize just how eerily quiet it was for a place being shared by five adults and a child. Although, since he knew that Roman had plans to take his family to the children's museum today, he guessed it shouldn't have been that much of a surprise. But then again, it was still strange that he couldn't hear any signs of Angel or Renee.
Stretching his neck, he tossed the empty water bottle into the garbage next to the kitchen's island, before scanning the area. Turning towards the living room just outside of his and Angel's room, he was greeted with what looked like the remnants of a paper hurricane.
Trying not to step on anything, he walked up to the mess and glanced down at one of the papers that were laying next to his feet. On it there was a drawing of a shirt with the logo that Angel had made for Roman on it. He then picked up one of the facedown papers that were on the couch and saw that this one had the same logo, though not as detailed as the last one, with a bunch of random sayings on the side. When it Reigns it Pours, Believe That, and The Powerhouse, were just a few. As he red down the list, he could tell just how frustrated Angel was getting with each attempt, due to the fact that her words were turning into scribbles.
As he let each of the different catchphrases bounce around in his head, he became suddenly aware of the music that was playing. It was quiet and muffled, but he could tell it was the song The Memory will Never Die by Default. Looking up from the papers in his hand, he turned towards where the music was coming from and noticed that someone was on one of the sunchairs out on the balcony.
Making sure to put the papers back where he had found them, Dean walked over to the floor to ceiling sliding glass door and looked out to see that it was Angel out there. She was in her little red shorts that she liked to wear to bed and a sport bra, laying on her stomach with her head turned away from him.
Smirking, he opened the door and stepped out onto the balcony. Taking a moment to enjoy the warm salty air that hit him, he glanced back to Angel, who was tapping her toes to the music which had switched to The Kill by Thirty Seconds to Mars.
"You out here alone?"
"Mm-hmm," She slowly turned her head. "Renee had to go film something for work."
"Ah." He said slowly moving up to her. "So, I saw your 'work' in there." He gestured back towards the door. "Did you get anywhere?"
"Not really."
"Is that the reason for the edgy playlist?"
"Maybe." She sighed as she rolled over int chair and turned off her music.. "I just needed a break, or else I was going to go mad."
"Fair." He shrugged and leant against the railing.
A sinical smile came to her face as she stood up. "You know, only I could be so stressed out in a place like this."
"I don't know, I wouldn't make that bet." Dean said turning to look over the railing. "I'm sure there are tons of people here that are just as stressed as you are."
"Yeah, you think?"
"Yep, but you're luckier than they are."
"How?"
"You have me."
"And that makes me luckier?"
"Of course. I mean look at me." He motioned to himself in an overly cocky way, making her laugh.
"Some would say that makes me unlucky."
"They would be wrong than. Who else knows how to relax better than me?"
"Everybody."
Snickering at her, he pulled her into him and said. "Come now, you know that's not true." He started to rub her back and could feel how quickly she was starting to melt into him. "And I never said that I was the most relaxed person, I said I know how to relax, how to get you relaxed."
As his words hit home, a deep dark blush appeared on her cheeks. "Dean." She shook her head and moved so that she could look over the railing at the view. "You know this view alone is worth whatever Roman pain for this place. It's so beautiful."
When she turned her face up into the sunlight, he couldn't stop the sappy words that came from him. "The view isn't the only thing that's beautiful."
She chuckled and looked at him. "Dean Ambrose, are you flirting with me."
"Maybe." He smirked down at her. "Is it working?"
"Maybe." She gave him a little bump with her hip.
Growling at her, he swatted her ass, hard, earning him a glare. "Sorry those little shorts are like a big red target."
"You are so bad."
"Tell me something I don't know." He moved so that she was between him and the railing. He then deliberately knocked her foot aside making her stand wider so that he could get his leg between hers.
"Dean." She gasped and looked behind her. "we're outside."
"So."
"So, people can see us."
"Eh. We're too high up for people to really care."
She gave him a look that said, 'but I do.' "What about Roman, Galina, and JoJo." She tried to look around him.
"They went out for a few, took JoJo to a museum."
"But they could come back…"
With a deep breath, Dean pushed himself away from her and walked over to the glass door that led back into the suite. Opening it, he stepped inside and grabbed the curtain that was smushed into the corner of the room behind a pillar. He then pulled the thing closed for probably the first time in its life. Once the view to the balcony was completely blocked, he also shut the door to his and Angel's room for added bonus.
After stepping back to make sure that no one from the inside could see anything, he pushed through the curtain and rejoined Angel on the balcony. "Better?"
Biting her lip, she looked from the now darkened windows back over her shoulder at the beach below. "There's still people outside."
Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her over to the sunchair that she had been lounging on. Sitting them down on the thing he said, "We're far enough back from the railing, that no one will see anything." He cupped her cheek, his thumb sliding over her bottom lip. "Also, if someone did look up here, fuck them. All they will see is the fact that I'm a man taking care of his girl."
That plump bottom lip slipped from her teeth, and she looked up at him, her eyes switching from her reservations to that wickedness that he was hoping for. With an internal smirk, he leaned down and captured her in a kiss.
He didn't know if it was because of them being outside, or the fact that Angel's body was finally relaxing, but her response to him was quicker than normal. Her lips parted and she let out a soft moan, causing his body to jump into high gear.
His hands shot to her hip and grabbed onto her, tugging her so close that she was basically in his lap. He felt Angel's hands snake up his chest, before she wrapped them around his neck. Smiling into the kiss, he flipped them around; so that she was now laying under him. He couldn't stop himself from groaning at how perfectly he fell between her legs.
"See I was right, one kiss and you're already relaxing into my arms." He picked.
Angel rolled her eyes at him, as she tried to pull him back down to her, but he held firm. With a chuckle, he leant down and gave her what she wanted.
"Ah…" She moaned as their lips reconnected.
This time when they finally pulled away for air, he buried his face into her neck, kissing it. As he teased her by running his lips up to her jugular and gave it a heated, wet kiss, she squirmed under him. He went to move to the other side, when he saw the slowly healing marks that had been left behind from their last time together. He scrunched his noise at how faded they were looking. He wanted to replace them with all new ones but knew that he could give her at least a few days without having to worry about covering them up. Sighing to himself, he changed his focus to her jawline, giving it kisses as he worked his way up towards her lips.
When he finally got there, their moans mingled together.
The need to touch her more grew and grew as hard as his cock was becoming in his sweatpants. A gentleman would have gently ran his fingers along her exposed skin, tracing lines up to her breast, letting her know what he was doing. Dean was no gentleman, he just took what he wanted, his fingers sinking into her soft tits, squeezing them through her sport bar. And the reaction to his bold move, made it worth it as Angel's head fell back.
Pushing himself onto his elbow to watch as he teased her, he caught himself that the only thing that would make this moment better, to complete the fantasy that he didn't even realize was floating around his head was for her to be fresh from a workout as well. Ah, didn't that just send the semi that he was sporting into a full on hard on. Damn it.
When he was satisfied with how much attention he had given her chest, he moved his hand down her bare stomach, towards those red shorts. Fingering the waistband, he looked right at her face. Waiting to find any signs that she had changed her mind. When he didn't, he pulled them, and her underwear down, just enough that he could reach her.
"Dean." She gasped as he ran a finger down her wetness. Her body tensed, but in a good way, showing him that he had hit the right mark. "Oh…"
Not wasting a moment, he moved to kneel between her legs and pressed a kiss to her hip hone. He then moved a bit so that he could see what he was doing. She was soaked for him and he loved. Somewhere in that sick mind of his, he knew that she had never been wetter for anyone else, and it sent a sick thrill through him. Possessive bastard. He scolded himself.
When she moaned again, he got his head back in the game. Removing his hand from her, he grabbed both her legs and pulled her down the sunchair so that her legs were hooked over his shoulders. She squealed and looked at him. He returned her gaze with a dark grin, one to let her know just what she was in for.
Licking his lips, he looked down at the sight in front of him. Her wet glistening pussy, which was just inches from his mouth. And that was too far away in his opinion. Giving one last teasing kiss, this time to her inner thigh, he felt her leg shake in his grip.
"Dean." She said breathless.
Not giving her a warning, he lapped her, his tongue running from top to bottom, and she almost jackhammered right off the chair. "Shit baby, I swear every time I taste you, you just get sweeter."
He looked up just in time to watch the pink hue take over her face, and it egged him on.
Another lick, this one focusing on her little clit and Angel's hands shot to grab onto anything. They found his arms, and grasped on tight, until her nails dug in.
"Oh no," He nuzzled against her when her eyes fluttered shut. "No shying away this time, I want you to look at me."
She made a little confused noise.
"I want you to watch me." He said kissing her skin. "Watch me warship you."
Keeping an eye on her, he started with small circles around her little clit. He chuckled at how hard she was trying to follow his directions; how hard she was fighting against the need to close her eyes. When he pressed against her harder, a whimper escaped her as she almost the battle against herself., but those hazel eyes stayed locked on him.
"That's my girl." He said when they made eye contact again. "By the way, I was just picking on you baby, you're allowed to close your eyes if you want."
Even though he had told her it was already, she didn't look away from him, not even when he moved down to her opening. Wanting to know how long she could keep this up, he gave her a quick kiss before pressing his tongue against her. However, his planed backfired as now it was him that was fighting with keeping his eyes open, as he was rushed with her sweetness.
When he opened them to see her still watching him, something shifted inside him. Seconds ago he had been all about pleasuring her, helping her take her mind off work and relax, but now he wanted more, wanted to devour her, make her beg for him.
Not even trying to stop himself, he maneuvered them so that she was basically bent in half as he feasted on her pussy, he could hear Angel's breathless cries, but they just spurred him on.
Making sure to alternate his vicious licks between her opening and her clit, he pressed into her harder and harder, trying to lap up every last drop of her.
"Dean!" She yelled out loud. Her worries about being caught, taking a back seat to finding her release. "Oh…god…Dean."
Letting one of her legs fall off his shoulder, he brought his hand up to his own mouth and put a finger in his mouth, wetting it before placing it at her entrance. Chest heaving from want, he slowly pressed his finger into her. She took it with a hefty groan.
Teasing her from within, he let her get used to his finger before adding another one. "Still think anyone would say you're unlucky to have me?" He rasped out before leaning down to capture her clit in his mouth, sucking it hard.
"NO!" She screamed making his chest puff out with pride.
"Good." He grinned against her as he kept finger fucking her and suck on her clit.
Her soft whimpers were replaced by ragged breaths and sudden cries. He could feel her pussy clamp down on his fingers, could feel as she started to shake uncontrollably, and as much as he wanted to push her over that edge, that part of him that wanted her to beg was still there and made him keep his pace, prolonging what she wanted.
"Ah…Dean…Ah…"
"What baby? Use your words."
"I…I am…I want…I can't…Dean…" Her voice was so broken, that he almost felt bad for not just giving her what she wanted, but then it happened. "Oh god…please…."
Like her words had lit the fucking wick to his bomb, he growled into her and set out to answer the plead. Soon the shaking became vibrating and her cries became quiet as her insides shuttered against his fingers.
Just as she was about to tip over the edge, his eyes snapped up to watch her, and was rewarded with such a breath-taking sight that he wondered how he didn't cum in his pants right then and there.
As she rode through her orgasm, he kept playing with her, that was until she shifted to move away from him. The oversensitivity taking over. Easing his fingers out of her, he watched as she rolled up into the ball that she liked to become after coming and knew that he had a shit eating grin on his face.
A.A.A.
As Angel came down from her high, she peeked through her eyes and looked towards Dean who was watching her with those predator eyes, however unlike when he was in the ring, there was a softness in his eyes, a softness that she found endearing.
"Still think that anyone would think you unlucky to be with me?" He asked and a light turned on in her head. Somewhere in the foggy mess of pleasure, Dean had asked that same thing. She had remembered her answer had been no then, because anyone would be lucky to have a man like him between their legs. And now as she thought about her knew answer, she looked at the man who sitting beside her, rubbing her side, and smiled. "No, I don't think anyone would see me as unlucky." She told him. "Maybe JBL, but no one else."
"JBL?" Dean cocked his head. "Why him in particular?"
She sighed and stretched her legs. "He said something last night."
"And what did Mr. Texas say?"
"He said something along the lines of he wasn't sure how I was with you."
"Fuck him." Dean smirked at himself. "JBL wouldn't know a good thing when it's standing in the ring right in front of him." He winked. "So, how are you feeling, more relaxed?"
"I am." She said with a small moan in her tone.
"Good." His tone suddenly changed as he stood up. "Well then, it's shower time."
Baffled in the change of mood, she quickly fixed herself up and sat up on the sunchair. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I told you, it's shower time."
"But what about…You know… continuing."
"Eh." He shrugged even though she could see the hard on through his sweatpants. "Trust me you don't want this right now." He said gesturing to himself, she raised a brow at his words. She wounder what about her disheveled, hot look made him believe she didn't want him right now. "I mean because I'm a smelly mess right now, from my workout." He explained. "Like full on swamp down below."
"Ahhhh…"
"Yep, shower time." He sauntered off towards the door. "Plus, Renee just texted you."
When he disappeared from the balcony, Angel picked up her phone and saw that he was right, Renee had texted her. I'm on my way back to the hotel with a surprise and let me tell you I'm going to smack Roman when I get back.
Not even bothering to trancelate that message in her still stuck in cloud nine head, she sighed before making it to feet. Fighting through the aftershock trembles, she made her way into the suite and started to put the place back to the way it was. Grabbing the curtain, she pulled it back behind the pillar, then started to pick up the piles of papers that were scattered everywhere.
Not able to stop herself, she exsamined each one. As she looked over the pieces of ideas, she cold feel the frustration building back in. Why the hell couldn't she figure out what to do with the merch designs, why was it so hard to just pick a random saying and put it on the back of Roman's shirt. Or why couldn't she figure out what font what she wanted to use for the 'unstable' on Dean's.
Trying not to let the frustration take over again, she stacked the papers together and placed then on the table. After the living room was clean, she went to get dressed. However before she could even get on her jeans, she heard someone yell through the suite. "ANGEL!" It was Renee.
Buttoning her pants, she called back. "RENEE!"
"Come see my surprise."
"Coming." She said as she gave herself one more look over, trying to make sure that were wasn't a sign that Dean had just been eating her out. "So, what's all the yelling about?" She as she walked out of the room, though her question was answered instantly when she saw Renee's boyfriend Jon standing there.
"Jon?"
"Hey." He waved with a smirk.
"I told you I have a surprise!" Renee said. "Get this. I got to the arena and the crew members were looking at me funny, apparently I wasn't needed to day, they were just doing little behind the scene stuff for total Divas. Confused I left, but before I could get to my car, an uber pulled up and this idiot got out."
"Hey, I got a call saying that I was missing a party in Florida, and I just knew I had to come down." Jon said. "And judging by the look of this place, I would say that Roman was right."
"Ah, now I know why you want to smack Roman."
"Oh there's more, Roman didn't just call him like last night or anything, he called him a week ago! A week!"
"Roman is a crazy man."
"Yep," Angel laughed as she turned to Jon. "Well know that you're here, welcome!"
"Thank you. Glad to be here."
Renee looked around the suite and asked. "Where is everyone."
"Dean's taking a shower, and the Reigns are at a museum."
"Ah, well go tell Mr. Ambrose that when he gets out of the shower, to get his ass into his swimming trunks because we're going to the beach."
"Are we now?"
"I mean I am," Renee said proudly. "If you want to come, then get into your suit and let's go."
"Alright, alright. I get it." Angel put her hands up.
"Get a move on, chop, chop."
Shaking her head, Angel turned back for the bedroom. Heading right over to the bag where she started to rummage through to find her swimsuit. "I know it's in here somewhere."
"What's in where?" Dean's voice hit her making her jump. "Sorry."
"It's fine. I'm just looking for my swimsuit."
"Oh? You're going swimming?"
"Yep, and so are you."
"Am I?"
"Renee told me to tell you to get your ass in your trunks."
"She better just hope I packed them."
"Oh, no you better hope you did, because Renee might force you to go commando or she might take you shopping."
"Heaven forbid." He gasped.
When she saw the strap of her swimsuit top, she said. "Ah there it is." She pulled out her suit, she held it up like it was a trophy. Saunting towards the bathroom, she wiped off the steam from the mirror. "Oh, we were right to think that Roman had another surprise in store."
"Yeah, what was that?"
"He brought Jon here to surprise Renee."
"Shit." She heard Dean laugh. "That bastard. After tonight, he's going to be unsufferable. Fucking hell."
"I'm just wondering why he's going all this."
"Roman's always been like this. He likes to spoil his friends and loved ones." Dean explained. "The first time I saw him do this was back when we were just started the Shield, back when we used all share one bedroom, suddenly out of the blue Roman booked a conjoined room for the three of us. Let me tell you, it was hard to go back to sleeping the floor, afterwards/"
"I'm sure." Angel said as she finished getting into her suit on.
"Though I feel like I have more back issues now…" When she heard Dean's voice trail off, she turned around and saw him giving her a strange look.
"What?" She looked down at herself.
"You're swimsuit."
"What about it does it look weird?" She said looking down at herself.
"No!" He said with a shake of his head. "I just didn't expect the swimming trunks."
Sighing, she looked back down at her bottoms. "I always wear these while swimming in public."
"Why?" He asked. "I mean I don't care but it's not as if you need those."
"I know. I just feel more comfortable in these." She told them. "Have you ever moved wrong, and your underwear shifts funny, and then all your bits are just out and about."
"Oh yeah." He nodded. "I know just what you are talking about."
"Well then imagine, doing that while you're wearing just swimsuit bottom, everything would be out for everyone to see. No thank you." She sighed. "I know it's weird."
"Eh, I mean a little, but you know what it's fine. The guys who where the small tights in the ring are known to wear two pairs of them, so that if someone grabbed their tights they'll stay on." He grinned. "Also, you're still sexy hot and as long as I get to toss you into the ocean, I don't care what you wear."
"Oh?"
…
"Dean!" Angel screamed as she plunged into the water. The sudden temperature change was a wake-up call that she didn't ask for. Sputtering and coughing, she yelled once again at Dean. "Why the hell would you do that?"
"I told you I was going to throw you into the water." He smirked and crossed his arms.
She rolled her eyes as she pushed her hair out of her face. "Still, not cool!"
"I mean, he did warn you."
"Don't take his side." She warned him as she wadded out to the beach.
"I'm just saying."
"So, how was the water?" Dean asked smugly.
"Well, I have no idea, it hit me too fast for me to really tell."
"Maybe you should go back in."
Grabbing her towel, she wrapped it around herself. "Sometimes I wish I was strong enough to throw you into the water." She sat down on one of the sunbeds in the sand.
Dean sat down next to her and shrugged. "Gotta hit the gym more then."
"Or I can just beg, Jon or Roman to do it for me."
"Wow!" Jon said as he handed Renee her sunglasses. "I am not getting into the middle of this. Because the moment I do, Dean's going to put me in a headlock or something and then I'm going to be the one in the water."
"Then I'll just wait for Roman." She said with a pout.
"Awe poor baby, she got thrown into mildly warm water, water that she planned on going into anyway." Dean picked.
Sticking out her tongue at him, Angel turned away from her boyfriend so that she could face Renee. The woman looked as if she belonged on the beach. "Men."
"I know right."
"Jon," Dean said. "At the count of three, I'm ready to throw them into the water."
"How about the found of five, because Renee can be scrappy."
"Sounds good."
Renee peaked over her sunglasses. "At the count of four we jump them and smash their face in the sand."
"Good plan, but Dean is more than scrappy, so I might need more than five seconds."
"More than scrappy?" Dean questioned. "That's one way to put it."
D.D.D.
Dean drew in a deep breath; boredom was started to wash over him as they all just laid on the sunbeds. Wanting to break the feeling, he basically jumped out of his seat. "So, you guys can lay here all day and bask in the sun, but I'm going to go enjoy the water. Join me if you want to." He said taking off his tank top.
After throwing it at Angel, who yelled at him and threw it onto his now empty chair, he started towards the beach. He only got about ten feet away from the group when he heard a yell and something leaped at him, landing on his back.
"I got you!" Angel's voice echoed loudly in his ear.
"You got me." He said as he grabbed onto her and jostled her up to that she was leaning over his shoulder. "You know what this means, right?"
"Huh?"
"You're going back into the water." He said picking up his pace until he was running. "Get ready for it." He started into the water until it was up to his knees and then he dropped her into the water behind him. He heard the yelp and the splash before he turned around and watched as she scrambled to get up. "See the water isn't that bad, so I don't know why you were complaining before."
Pushing her wet hair out of her face, she scrunched her nose. "I was complaining about the fact that you threw me into the water, not the fact that the water wasn't pleasant or anything."
"Tomato, potato."
"Don't you mean Tomato, tomato."
"Eh." He bent his knees so that he could float chest deep in the water. As the water washed against him, he felt himself ease into a relaxed state, one that was quickly broken from a splash in the face.
Blinking he looked down at the woman in front of him and raised a brow. "Can I help you?"
"Just thought you looked a little hot." She smirked.
"OH really?" He wiped his face. "You're going to pay for that, you know that right."
"Am I?"
He growled at the look on her face. "Damn right." He hunkered down and used his whole body to put the water at her. Smirking when it crashed against her, knocking her into the water.
She glared at him, only to blast it back at him.
"Oh, that's how it's going to be?"
"Oh yeah."
R.R.R.
Renee smiled as she watched Angel and Dean go back and forth splashing each other, with big smiles on their faces. Even from their spot on the beach, she could tell that Dean was going easy on Angel, allowing her to get some good hits in.
"I wish she could see this." Renee said as Dean grabbed Angel and held her against him, stopping the barrage of water.
"Huh?" Jon asked. "Who do you wish could see this?"
"Eva Marie." She sighed. "I told you what she's been doing?"
"Yeah, you told me that she's been bullying Angel all about her and Dean's relationship."
"Well, I would love to see her face if she could see this."
"That might not go the way you hope." Jon told her. "People like Eva would look at this and say that it's just Dean playing around. Trying to keep up the act."
"Keep up the act?" She scoffed. "Look at him. There is no way in hell that that man doesn't love her. I mean just look at the way he looks at her."
"I see it. You see it. Hell, I'm sure most of the world sees it but Eva is a bitch. She will purposely not see it."
Shaking her head, Renee said. "Fuck her."
"Hey, well at least Angel's smart enough not to over think what Eva is saying, right?"
Irritation turned into worry, she shrugged. "You know, I don't know. Whenever she talks about what's going on, she aways seems ok. I mean, like she's annoyed and pissed off about the whole thing, but she seems fine… at least on the outside."
There was no way that Angel was questioning Dean's feelings, right? She turned back to watch the couple a bit longer. But then again she hasn't told Dean about what was going on. Which she had said it was because she didn't want to push Dean into saying or doing something that he wasn't ready for, but now she was wondering if there was more to it.
"Hey, beach bums!" Angel yelled at them from the water. "Are you going to be sticks in sand all day or are you going to get into the water!"
"Just waiting for you two to finish up your water fight!" Jon yelled back, which earned him a stuck-out tongue. He laughed. "I'm thinking that we should go and join then before they bring the water to us."
"Yeah, you're probably right." She took off her sunglasses.
A.A.A.
As they waited for Renee and Jon to get their asses in the water, Angel floated around Dean in circles. "You know what would be nice." She said. "I wish we had bought some water floaties."
"Water floaties?" Dean questioned. "You mean like those ones kids use to swim?"
"No. No. Like a raft or an innertube or something." She sat up and pointed towards a family that was playing with a blown-up dragon.
"Ah. I should have known." Dean shook his head.
Angel rolled her eyes. "I'm not saying that I want the blown-up dragon. I'm just saying that I want to be able to relax and float around."
"Well, I'm sure we can find somewhere to buy one."
"Buy what?" She heard Renee say as she wadded into the water with her.
"Angel wants floaties."
"Floaties?"
"Like an innertube." She said quickly.
"Ah." She nodded. "I agree. I would love to just so relaxing to just float over the waves."
"You know you can float over the waves without the floatie." Jon pointed out as he let himself do just that.
"Yeah, but that's easier for taller people." Renee told her boyfriend as a small wave almost hit both her and Angel in the chin. "See."
Suddenly Jon dove beneath the water, only to reappear under Renee, pushing her up onto his shoulder. "This better?"
Renee flailed about as she tried to get situated on Jon's shoulders. "Put me down."
"You said you wanted to be taller."
"I didn't say that…"
"Shit, I love where you're going with this." Dean said disappearing. Before Angel could even register what was going on, Dean was between her legs, hoisting her high in the air.
"Dean!" She kicked around, trying to free herself.
"Look at us." Dean said as she gripped onto his ankle tightly. "Helping out the vertically challenge."
"What the hell did you say?" She glared down at the man.
"Oh sorry, it is too hard to hear from up there. I said you're vertically challenged, meaning you're short."
"Tell me something I don't know."
Renee laughed as they both tried to get down off their boyfriend's shoulders. "YOu know what this reminds me of?"
"What?"
"Playing chicken in high school."
"Chicken?" Dean cocked his head. "Isn't that when you have two cars going head on at each other and the one that moves is the chicken?"
Everyone laughed. "Have you never played chicken in the pool before? It's where two people hoisted up on shoulders try to knock each other off…"
"Oh yeah," Dean nodded. "But I didn't know it was called chicken. I just thought it was something that drunk girls like to do."
"I mean, you're not wrong with that one." Angel told him. "But high school kids do it too."
"I wasn't the typical high school person." Dean said.
"That's for sure."
"I heard that." He said as he jumped and jostle her around.
"Just stating the truth." She giggled.
"You're talking tough shit for someone who is in prime dunking position." Dean warmed.
Grabbing onto Dean a little tighter, Angel looked over to Renee and said. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"A game of chicken."
"Oh?"
"Let's go!"
"We're going to rock your worlds." Dean smirked as he and Jon squared up to each other.
Jon said back. "Are you sure about that?"
"On the count of three." Angel laughed as she readied herself for the fight. Rene nodded. Giving a quick shake over her arms. "One. Two. Three." The two of them locked ands and started to push against each other.
"Get her Angel!"
"Take her down!"
"You got this."
Dean's cheers took her back a bit, if felt weird being the one who was being cheered, but she had to say it was exhilarating and gave her a small high. Letting out a battle-cry, she pushed as hard as she could against Renee, and the blond went tumbling off of Jon's shoulders, until she was handing upside-down while Jon held onto her legs.
When Jon realized that she was dangling off him, he leg her go, sending her sinking into the water.
"We have a winner!" Dean cheered as he bounced around holding on is shoulder.
"Dean careful." She said gripping onto him as he pranced around in victory. Careful."
"UNCLE DEAN!" A voice called form the beach.
Dean spun around to see that one the beach was the Reigns family. "FINALLY! WE WERE WORRIED YOU WERE NEVER GOING TO SHOW UP!"
"WE WERE AT A MUSEUM!" JOJO called back. "IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!"
"YOU'LL HAVE TO TELL US ALL ABOUT IT." Dean started towards the beach.
As soon as he stepped out of the water, JoJo ran up and hugged his leg, not caring in the slightest that he was all wet. "Why is Aunt Angel on your shoulder?"
"We were playing a game." Angel answered.
The little girl's eyes lit up. "What game? Can I play?"
"Of course." Dean smiled at her. "Ro, take off your shirt and get in the water, we're playing chicken."
"Chicken?" Roman raised a brow before looking up at her. "Really?"
She shrugged. "It kind of just happened."
"Well then." Roman threw his shirt off, grabbed JoJo and placed her on his shoulders. "But just know, that we're going to kick your butt."
"Right!" JoJo giggled.
…
After playing in the water for a while, they all headed back to the beach to relax, while JoJo made a sandcastle in front of them.
"And it ended up being a nudist beach." Dean laughed as he told the punchline to his story.
"Of course, it was." Angel shook her head "Only you guys would accidentally go to a nudist beach."
"In our defense, it was only five minutes away from the beach we were trying to go to," Roman said.
Galina raised a brow at him. "You never told me anything about going to a nudist beach."
"Someone's in trouble." Dean picked.
Roman rolled his eyes at him before saying. "Well that was probably due to the fact that I was trying to forget. I mean not everyone who goes to a nudist beach is well…someone I want to see naked."
"That's for sure." Dean agreed. "It was traumatizing, especially for Seth. Oh my god. It was so fucking funny, the look on his face was priceless." He tried to mimic the look.
"He did freak out." Roman validated. "He was so shocked when we noticed that everyone had there boobs and dicks out that he almost fell over one of those huge umbrellas."
"I don't blame him, dicks are always a surprise." Renee.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Jon asked her.
"It means what it means." She said. "I mean come on, when is a dick not a surprise?"
"When I look down." Dean said.
"When is a dick that's not your own not a surprise."
Angel laughed when all three men cocked their heads and nodded. "Ok, I see what you mean."
"Right!" Renee exclaimed. "Why do mean think that it's a good idea to just send a dick pic? Like I'm pretty sure that no girl had ever swooned at a dick pic."
"Don't ask me." Dean shrugged. "I guess most men don't know how to be in a relationship, other then the sex bit. So, I guess we have to show you what we got to use for that."
"Ew," She and Galina said at the same time.
"Here's a thought." She said. "You ever think that a body pic would be better. I mean you use that during sex as well, and news flash we care a lot more about how that looks then your dick. As long as you don't have any diseases."
"She's right."
"Yep."
"Bodies and personalities are what we really care about."
Roman questioned them. "So what you girls want is a full body pic with a resume or something."
"Yeah, one that includes if we have any diseases?" Dean asked.
"I would leave that part to maybe a more intimate moment, instead of the random message that you send to hit up girls."
"None of this mean anything, because all three of the dudes here are with someone long term." Jon started. "None of us have been sending unwanted dick pic."
Suddenly everyone turned towards Dean and Angel couldn't help but laugh when he raised a brow back at him. "Why is everyone looking at me? I haven't sent her a dick pic, yet."
"And you never will." She quickly added.
"Unless you ask me." He winked making everyone laugh.
"What's so funny?" JoJo asked as she got up from making her sandcastle. "Are you telling jokes?" She walked up and sat down on Roman's beach chair.
"Um." He looked towards Galina before swallowing. "We were talking about how you should always respect the person you like. You know, don't send them rude things or things they may not like."
"Oh?" The young girl looked up at her dad as if she wasn't expecting that to be the answer to her question. Though she wasn't the only one, Angel looked around and everyone even Galina seemed a little thrown.
"Also, the person you like should respect you, and you should make sure they do, no matter how much you like them."
"So, if someone would send me a bug, I should tell them to stop it and take it back, because I don't like bugs."
"Right." Roman nodded. "And you should never give someone a bug if they don't want one either."
"Ew, why would I give someone a bug?"
"That's not the point." Roman shook his head. "The point is to respect peoples wishes."
"Sure, but what was so funny about this? It seems really important."
"It is." Roman nodded. "Uncle Dean just told one of his inappropriate jokes."
"Of course." She said rolling her eyes. "Of course Uncle Dean is being bad!"
"Hey now, I'm feeling attacked." He tossed his still wet towel at her.
"Hey!" She laughed and tossed it back. "You really are bad."
"To the bone." He smirked at her.
JoJo stood up on her dad's beach chair before jumping at Dean who caught her. "Do you like my castle?"
Dean looked over at it and said. "You're getting good at that."
"You wanna know the trick?"
"I do."
"The sand has to be wet."
Dean face turned into surprise, which made Angel giggle. Every time Dean was with JoJo a whole new side of him came out, a side that most wouldn't believe that he had.
"So, wet sand, is that all?"
"That and I also use seashells in some of my walls."
"Do you?"
"I do, wanna see some of them?" She asked.
"Sure."
"So I sound a bunch of pretty ones that are already part of the castle." She got up and walked over towards her castle. "But I also found this one that looked a lot like one of the ones I got for Aunt Angel. Did you see it?" She turned to ask. "I left it on the kitchen counter."
Feeling a little guilty that she hadn't noticed the present that was left for her, Angel said. "Oh no, I didn't see it."
"That's ok, I'll show you it when we go back to the room. There's also one for Uncle Dean, and Daddy, and Renee, I made sure to get everyone…." She stopped midsentence and glanced over at Jon. Her eyes widened and panic filled her face. "Mommy can I go look for more seashells?"
"As long as you stay where I can see you and stay out of the water."
"Ok." She took off.
When JoJo walked off, Angel gave a warm smile, knowing that she must have realized that she didn't have a shell for Jon since he had just arrived today.
"Roman, you must be the best father in the world." Renee said.
"I mean I won't say no but why do you say that?"
"You somehow turned us talking about guys shouldn't send dick pic to people into a life lesson."
"It's not that amazing. I mean what we were talking about was basically the same one I told JoJo. Just a little more adult."
"I guess, but it was still amazing."
"Renee, when you're a mom, what type of lessons are you going to teach your kid. Wine is an always drink, morning, afternoon, evening, and night."
"Well duh."
"Well while you're teaching your kid to become a wino, I'm going to teach mine to punch the shit out of the person who send that dick pic in the first place." Dean said without even a hint of the fact that he was joking.
"Oh, I'm so surprised." Roman rolled his eyes. "Who saw that one coming?"
Everyone but Dean raised their hand.
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