Here we go Chapter One Hundred Thirty Four. Not much more to say. I hope you like it.

Saturday: September 20, 2014, Night of Champions: September 21, 2014

"'Eight rounds, six bad guys, I love those odds.'" Roger rasped out as he gave Dean a nudge. The group around them laughed.

"That's a good one." Lochlyn Munro, who played Darrow said. "But not as good as my favorite. 'Is asshole spelled with one word or two, because I would hate to spell it wrong on your Christmas card.'"

"Shit," Roger nodded. "You're right, that is a good one."

Snickering, Angel looked up at Dean who was rolling his eyes as he sipped his drink. Under the dim lights of the bar they had rented out, she could just slightly make out the small pink hue to his cheeks. It was cute.

"You also got the classic, 'Last round'." She added, earning herself a glare from the man.

"Ha ha." Dean shook his head. "Laugh it up. You just wish you could make one liners sound so good."

"Totally."

"That's for sure."

As everyone laughed, Angel felt her phone buzz in her back pocket. Still trying to pay half attention to the conversation around her, she took her phone out and glanced down to see who was calling her. It took a second for her to register the name, but once her brain realized it was Galina calling her, her eyes went wide before she quickly accepted the call.

Bringing it to her ear, she pushed through the crowd. "Hey Galina, what's up?"

The answer she got was a long sigh that shook and broke with emotion.

"What's wrong?"

Galina took a deep breath before she answered. "It's Roman."

Angel's heart dropped. Swallowing down the lump that had formed in her throat, she fought to keep herself spiraling into a panic attack as her mind raced through all the possibilities.

"He's been rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery."

"Oh God…"

"After his match on Friday, he started to feel some pain in his stomach, due to a hernia, that apparently, he's had for a while now, which was news to me. When it wouldn't go away, he went to the hospital, and now he's been taken in for emergency surgery."

Angel felt a flash of anger hit her. "What do you mean he's had a hernia?"

"Oh. So, he was hiding that from you as well? I figured as much." She sighed. "I was pretty sure that if you would have known, you would have told me about it."

"Of course." Hell, if she had known, she wouldn't have allowed him to keep fighting every night.

"Well, now my idiot of a husband is in surgery in Tennessee, and I have no idea when I'm going to be able to fly out to see him, since I have to worry about our daughter and everything else over here…." She trailed off. "Which is part of the reason I'm calling you. Is there any way you and Dean…"

"Yes." Angel didn't even let her finish.

"Are you sure, you can say no. I know you were supposed to go see your parents before flying out to join up with the show…I just…"

"Galina, I'm sure. Dean and I will take care of everything, and my parents will understand. In fact, they might end up flying out to check on him."

She could almost feel the relief rush through the phone. "You guy are the best."

"You would do the same for us."

"In a heartbeat."

"See." She smiled even though Galina couldn't see it. "Are you going to be ok?" She knew that Galina was strong, one of the strongest women she knew but everyone had their limit.

"I'll be fine." She answered. "I'm going to be a widow when I see Roman, but I'll be fine." They both gave a humorless chuckle. "Well, I'm going to go, I got to figure out how I'm going to break the news to Jojo, among everything else."

"No, I understand. You focus on getting everything situated, Dean and I got Roman covered. And we'll make sure to give you all the updates we can."

"Thank you."

"And remember, let us know if you need anything."

"Night Angel."

"Night."

After hanging up, a wave of emotion shot through her as she finally processed everything. She couldn't believe that Roman had been hiding something as serious as a hernia from them. The man knew better then to play with his health like that, at least she thought he did since the two of them ganged up on Dean all the time about that very thing. Oh, Galina wasn't the only one who was going to rip into Roman the moment they see him.

Taking a deep breath, she started through the mental list of everything she needed to do to get them to Tennessee. At the top of that list was, break the news to Dean. Looking up, she watched as he laughed and drank with the rest of the cast and crew of the movie, she felt bad that she was about to ruin the celebration for wrapping on the movie. Not wanting to waste any more time, she headed back towards the group.

Weaving her way up to Dean, she placed a hand on his arm, which had him turning towards her instantly. Almost as if he knew something was up.

She knew that she needed to just rip the band aid off. "Roman is in emergency surgery…" Before she could get out another word, Dean put his drink down and turned away to walk right up to Stephen. As soon as he reached him, he leaned forward to say something that she couldn't make out through the loud music. She could, however, see as Stephen's eyes widened and he patted Dean on his arm while saying something.

The two of them shook hands, and Dean bowed his head before he spun around to make his way back to her.

"You ready to go?" He asked.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"Everyone!" Stephen said loudly as the music was abruptly turned off. Turning back towards the party, they saw the man standing in the middle of the large group. "Dean and Angel are heading out due to a family emergency, but before they go, I wanted to thank them for the time and dedication to Twelve Rounds Three: Lockdown." He smiled, raising his glass above his head. "We couldn't have done it without you."

"You could have." Dean called back. "Might have been better even."

"Oh, shut the fuck up." Roger shook his head.

"Just saying." He shrugged.

After a round of quick goodbyes, the two of them almost ran out of the bar, across the parking lot and to their rental car. Before Dean could even get the thing turned on, Angel was already on her phone trying to book their flight out to Tennessee.

"Fucking asshole." Dean mumbled, peeling out of the parking lot. "I can't believe him. Fucking hiding a hernia, I can't believe he's that fucking dumb."

"Maybe he doesn't realize how dangerous hernias can be." She said playing devil advocate even though she was thinking the same thing.

"Yeah, well almost everyone knows that you're not supposed to be strenuous activities with one."

"Oh, like you're not supposed to do strenuous activities with a concession."

"Sure, but I had medical professionals checking on me constantly."

"Uh huh."

"You think they really would have let me do anything that they didn't think would have been safe to do with a concession."

"Driving isn't safe with one." She pointed out. "You were behind the wheel of a car our second day on set."

"Yeah…"

"Loud noises, like firing a gun..."

"Alright, alright. I get what you're saying, but I didn't hide the fact that I was hurt."

"No, but you would have."

"Can we focus on what is really important here, and that being, that Roman is having surgery because the stupid fuck decided to keep a hernia hidden from everyone."

"Sure."

"Thank you."

D.D.D.

"I need the room for Roman Reigns." He said demandingly as soon as he got to the information desk, earning him a disapproving stare from the woman behind it. As much as he wanted to roll his eyes at her, he knew the look was justified. He was coming off a bit rude, but right now he couldn't care less.

He had spent the whole flight worrying about his stupid best friend and how he hid his stupid hernia from them.

You're one to talk. The voice in the back of his head started up.

Tell me something I don't know.

He tried to push down the feeling of guilt. He wasn't hardheaded enough not to notice the irony in the situation.

The woman behind the counter blinked at him before turning towards her computer. "You said 'Reigns', right?"

"Yes ma'am."

She started to slowly type away on her keyboard, and Dean had to grit his teeth to stop himself from barking at her. Calm down, Ambrose. Don't bite her head off.

"Ok, he's in room five, two, four." She stated. "Go down the hall, take the elevators on your left, go up to five, and it will be on your right."

Spinning on his heels, he started down the way she had just pointed out.

"Sorry about him." Angel sighed behind him. "He's just worried about our friend."

"I get it." The woman said back to her sounding a little less annoyed than he was talking to him.

Trying to keep his cool, he locked his attention onto the elevators. Room five two three. He told himself over and over. About halfway down the hall, he suddenly noticed that Angel wasn't next to him. Slowing his pace, he glanced behind him to see that she was lagging behind.

"You good." She asked as she fell in line with him.

"Yeah." He answered, pushing the button. "Just…"

"Worried."

"…Yeah." He mumbled as he took in the strange marble pattern on the floor.

She leaned against him; her warm cheek pressed into his arm. "I am too."

Wrapping his arm around her, he pulled her tighter against him, and tried to focus on the feeling of her next to him, while they waited for the elevators to arrive. Only to have to pull reluctantly pull away from each other when it did. Stepping inside, Dean became one with the back wall, while Angel pushed the button for floor they needed.

They started to move and Dean would never admit that his stomach lurched from the abrupt movement.

As sudden as they started to move, the elevator dinged the door opened. Without a second through, Dean went to step out, only for Angel to reach out and grab his arm, stopping him just before he ran right into the man waiting to get on.

"Wrong floor." She chuckled as she 'pulled' him back, allowing the man to join.

Glancing up, he saw the number above the door was a two. "At least one of us is paying attention." He mumbled in embarrassment.

"Sorry." The man that he almost plowed into said. "Can you push six for me?"

"Oh sure." Dean reached forwards to do just that.

"Thanks."

"Not a problem."

Leaning back against the wall once more, he expected the ride to be filled with silence once again only to hear a chuckle come from him. He glanced over at the man whose face was curled up into a giddy smile.

"Oh sorry." The man said realizing Dean was looking at him. "Don't mind me, I'm a little slap happy right now." He admitted. "My wife just gave birth."

"Oh wow, Congratulations." Angel exclaimed.

"Thanks." His smile grew. "First one."

"Aw, boy or girl?"

"Girl." He answered proudly. "Perfect little girl."

"I'm sure she is." She giggled as something smacked Dean on the back.

His head snapped down to her. "Huh?" He questioned as she gestured towards the man. "Oh, congrats man."

"Do you two have kids?"

"No."

"God no."

They answered at the same time, before awkwardly laughing.

"Uh, sorry, I didn't…"

"Nah it's ok." Angel shook her head. "Just a bit early to think about that for us."

"Ah."

A bit? Dean scoffed as the elevator opened again.

"Well, this is us." Angel said as she put her hand in front of the door to stop it from closing. "Congratulations again, and good luck."

As they got off the elevator, Dean offered the man a small smile just as the doors closed behind them.

He went to crack his neck to alleviate some of the tenseness from that awkward elevator ride, when he was smacked again, this time in the stomach. "What?" He asked rubbing the spot.

"That wasn't very nice."

It took him a second to register what she was talking about. "I said congrats."

"Yeah, like 'congrats." She said in a low, grumbly voice. "The man just had a baby; you could have shown a little excitement."

"Why?"

She pouted at him, to which he just shook his head, and started down the hallway. Three steps away from the elevators and his confident stride faltered as his eyes bounced around, landing on all the different machines, extra beds, the empty IV stands, and even a few patients that were sitting in wheelchairs half asleep.

A cold chill went up his spine. Fuck hospitals.

Rubbing his chest, he distracted himself by trying to find the right room, only to stop in front of a slightly opened door. Five two four. The number on the side of the door read.

"Think we should knock?" Angel asked as she stepped around him with ease and peeked into the room. "Hello?" She called out, pushing the door open a bit more. "Roman?"

"Come in." Roman answered. Dean frowned at how small and weak his voice was.

"Hey, look who we found here." Angel said as she pushed through the door.

"Hey, Babygirl." Roman wheezed a small chuckle. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, wouldn't you know it, I got a call from Galina saying that someone was taken for emergency hospital because of a hernia that he had been hiding from everyone."

"Yeah… But that doesn't mean you had to come all the way out here for little old me."

He went to step into the room, when he suddenly grew very nervous about what he was going to see once he did. He didn't know if he could handle seeing Roman hooked up to all those different cords and tubes. But he couldn't stand in the hall all day.

Running his fingers through his hair, he took a deep breath before walking through the door.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Roman's eyes darted up to him. He almost cringed when he saw the look on his face soften like Dean was the one that needed to be fussed over and not the man who was laying in a hospital bed, with all those fucking wires and shit taped to him.

"Of course we had to come." Angel told him. "Galina asked us too. Speaking of which, I told her I would update her as soon as we got to the hospital." She pulled out her phone. "How are you feeling?"

"Now?" Roman turned back towards her. "Fine, but that might be due to the fact that I'm on that good shit."

"Oxy?" Dean rasped out.

"Damn straight." He answered.

"That is the good shit."

"Yeah," He nodded with a dopey smile.

Dean snickered. "You really are feeling it aren't you."

"Oh yeah." He leaned back farther into the bed and let his eyes close. "You know the bed doesn't bite; you can get closer."

"I'm not worried about the bed." He said shuffling in his spot.

"I won't bite either."

"Yeah, the last time you said that I almost lost a finger."

"I think you're thinking about JoJo, not me."

"Oh no it was definitely you; I wouldn't chance it with JoJo, I know she fucking bites."

Dean turned to see Angel taking a picture of the whiteboard that sat on the wall with all the information on it about Roman's treatment. "Everything good there?"

"Yep." She nodded, turning around. "I'm going to go down to the nurse's station and see if they'll give me a rundown of everything, since I can't trust, High McGee to give me anything right now."

"You're just jealous."

"Right." She chuckled. "I'll be right back." She said patting Dean on the arm as she walked past.

He watched her walk out of the room, leaving him here alone. Which know he was starting to feel a little foolish just standing the middle of the room. With an embarrassing peptalk to himself, he made his way over to the chair that was next to the bed and sat down on the very edge of it.

"I know Galina asked you to come, but you didn't have too." Roman said not opening his eyes.

"What kind of guy would I be to not come and see my best friend after he just had surgery?" Dean answered rubbing his hands on his jeans, trying to wipe some of the sweat off them.

"The kind who has panic attacks every time he's in a hospital."

"Like a fucking child."

Roman peeked at him with one eye. "Dean." He sighed. "Thank you."

"Galina is going to kill you." He said trying to change the subject.

"Oh, I know." He smirked. "Why do you think I'm enjoying the Oxy so much?"

"You can't be hiding shit like this, Ro." He said already knowing the next words out of Roman's mouth.

"You're one to talk,"

"Hernias can be life threating, you know."

"So can concussions."

He got him there.

"Just didn't want Galina and Jojo to worry about me." Roman sighed. "They worried enough about me." A sadness crossed his eyes. A sadness that Dean only saw whenever anyone talked about his bout with leukemia that happened back in 2007. The man had a weird sense of guilt when it came to him become sick, especially because he and Galina just started dating at the time.

"Yeah, well this didn't help."

"I know."

Angel practically bounded back into the room. "Roman." She sang as she held her phone out at arm's length. "It's for you."

Roman sagged into the bed as he wearily held out his hand for the phone.

Dean started to hum the funeral march, as As Angel passed off the phone, earning him a glare from both parties.

"Hey baby."

Galina's voice blasted from the phone so loud that Roman had to move the phone from his ear for a moment.

"I know. I know." Roman sighed, pulling the phone back to his ear. "Baby I…Baby…Yes…I'm ok….I mean."

Trying to hold back a laugh, Dean turned towards Angel who was watching him with a raised brow. "I'm just glad its not me for once."

"For once."

A.A.A

Roman groaned as Angel set up her laptop on top of the small bedside table. "You ok?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "Just not look forward to this."

She cocked her head. "I thought you wanted to watch Night of Champions?"

"I mean I do." He sighed. "I just, fuck, I'm so pissed off that their filming right down the street and I'm stuck here."

"And who's fault…"

"I know it's mine." He quickly said. "Dude, I just had surgery, feel bad for me."

"I do feel bad for you, but I'm still going to remind you every chance I get that you were stupid for hiding a hernia from us."

Roman glanced up at Dean. Dean shook his head as he crossed his arms. "Don't look at me, man. There's nothing I can do about that."

Roman sighed. "Just start the show."

By the time she got everything set up, the show had already started and the US title match between Sheamus and Cesaro was on its way.

As they watched the match the boys 'critiqued' the match. Just as the match bell rang, declaring Sheamus the winner, her phone buzzed. At first, she thought it was Galina asking for an update, but she was pleasantly surprised when she saw Renee's name on the top of her screen.

Just overheard from some crew members that Seth is planning on going out to the ring to "address" his match. Someone said he wants Roman to lose by DQ since he's going to "fail to show up". Angel read tension building in her as she did.

"Of course he would, the bastard." She said under her breath, making both men turn towards her.

"Everything ok over there?"

"Renee just texted me." She explained. "She said that Seth is going to be 'addressing you guys' fight and apparently, he's demanding the 'match' ends in a count out forfeit loss for you."

A darkness passed over Roman's eyes at the same time Dean scoffed and shook his head. "Yeah, that sounds just like him to want to put this on your record."

"Let him." Roman sighed. "Not like we can stop him."

After seeing the frustration fill his face as he sank down in defeat, she looked down at her phone to read Renee's text over and over, like a loophole or something would jump out at her if she focused hard enough. She would do anything to keep this 'loss' off of Roman's record.

"Damn it." Dean suddenly rose from his chair on the other side of Roman's bed. "Fucking asshole. I'm going to kill him. I swear to God, I'm going to kill him. You know each time I think he can't fall even farther down the shit hole that he's dug himself in, he does. Fuck." He paced around the very small room. "To fucking wanted to permanently alter your record because you can't make it to a match because of having to get fucking surgery…"

"Dean." Roman called out to him. "I could give two shits about my record." Angel could tell by the way he gritted his teeth while saying that, that he wasn't really telling the truth. "What I can't fucking stand is that I'm going to have to wait months until I can get back at his ass for this."

Dean stopped his pacing so fast that he slipped, though he caught himself quickly. Cocking her head, she watched his face carefully as a thought hatched, one that had his eyes lighting up and a devious smirk spread on his face.

"I know it won't be the same as you getting your own hands on him, but what if I could offer you some sort of revenge by proxy." He turned towards them.

Roman blinked at him for a second before chuckling. "Well, you better get going then."

Dean's smirk grew as those dangerous blue eyes landed on her. "What do you say, Darlin'?" He said with a very charming twang to his voice. Buttering her up. "You wanna go give the WWE Universe a surprise return?"

Thinking about it, a bunch of feelings ran through her, apprehension being one of them. She knew that Dean had been cleared, but that fear that something might go wrong was still building in her gut each time he did anything even remotely physically. Though judging by the nightmares, she still had about that curb stomp, she knew it wasn't going to go away any time soon.

She sighed as the look in Dean's eyes turned into a pleading look. Even as hesitant as she was, Dean would be going back to work in a week regardless of her decision, was a week really going to make her feel that much better? "I'll call the cab,"

"You're the best."

Roman blinked. "Cab?"

"Well, I was able to book last night flights and a hotel room, but I wasn't able to get a rental car. Something about a big event going on this week where a bunch of people needed a car."

"Ah." He nodded. "Maybe you shouldn't try and book a car last minute." He smiled coyly.

"Yeah…you're right."

She quickly opened the taxi app and put in all the information to get a taxi. "It's on the way."

"Good." Dean rubbed his hands together. She knew just the thought of getting back into the ring and being able to get a chance to get back at Seth for what he did, and what he was about to do to Roman, had him amped up like nothing else could.

"You look a little excited there, brother." Roman said evidently thinking the same thing.

"Don't you know it." Dean said bouncing on his feet.

"Save some of that energy for the show."

"I got more then enough."

"That's for sure." Angel laughed as her phone pinged to tell them their cab was on the way.

…

Racing out the door, hoping not to miss Seth's in ring 'promo', the two of them practically threw themselves into the cab which was parked out front.

"Ambrose?"

"Yes sir." Dean nodded.

"You're heading to the arena, is that correct."

"As quick as you possibly can."

After they got confirmation that they're ride was coming, Angel had sent out a quick text message to Renee asking if she knew when Seth was going to address the match, only to get back, after The Miz and Dolph's match for the IC championship, which had already started by the time she answered.

"Shit." Dean grumbled under his breath as he leaned back in the small backseat. Ansty wasn't a strong enough word to describe the man at the moment. His leg was bouncing like crazy, while his fingers drummed against his pant leg. "Is the match still going?"

She hummed a non-comital answer as she pulled her phone out, quickly flicking over to the PPV. "Still going." She said, turning the screen towards him.

He glanced at it for all of two seconds before turning towards the window.

The ride wasn't long. When she booked it, it had said about thirteen minutes, however that didn't take into account the traffic that was around the area from the show, and the fact that it was a Sunday.

The setback of time quickly got to Dean as he kept asking if the match was still going every couple of minutes.

Angel's answer was the same, that was until the bright white of Seth's titantron video flashed on her phone. "Seth just came out to the ring." She informed Dean, who stopped his leg bouncing to glance over at her phone.

"Fuck." He glanced his head around the seat in front of him to see through the windshield. Angel did the same and almost sighed when the arena came into view. "We're going to make it."

"Turn up the volume."

She did so and Seth's voice instantly filled the cab. "Isn't it amazing how life works sometimes, just crazy. One minute you're on top of the world, and the next you're Roman Reigns."

Dean's fist clenched the moment Roman's name came out of Seth's mouth.

"Now, my former partner and brother in the Shield, was scheduled to be here tonight to face me in a one-on-one contest. Well, I got word yesterday that Roman was rushed to a hospital here in Nashville." He paused. "But emergency surgery is no excuse for not showing up here tonight."

"Wow, almost word for word what I thought he was going to say." Angel looked up from her phone.

"That's the Architect for you." Dean mocked.

"But in the interest of fairness." Seth continued. "and in the interest of justice, I'm going to give Roman Reigns a chance. I'm going to give Roman Reigns ten seconds to get here and face me, otherwise I'm going to have to accept Roman Reign's forfeit and have my hand raised in victory."

Even with Renee's heads up, just hearing the words from Seth's mouth had the backseat of the cab turning ice cold as anger ran through both her and Dean with such force, she thought she caught the driver's shiver.

"Referee, if you would be so kind as to ring the bell."

The bell sounded and the ten-count started. With each count, the ref who happened to be Charles Robinson, looked more and more perturbed at Seth. The look on his face read very loudly, 'are you kidding me'.

"The winner of this match as result of a forfeit, is Seth Rollins." Justin Roberts called.

Seth's music started and she thought Dean was going to tear out of the cab and run the rest of the way there.

"No. No. No. Look, look." Seth stopped his own victory music. "It's not official until you raise my hand." Charles shook his head but did as Seth asked and raised his hand in victory, the crowd booed. Seth's face turned from elated to sour as he took in the reception of the audience, "Look I know you're disappointed alright, I understand that you all wanted to see me compete here tonight. I get it, okay?" When they didn't react, he added. "Hey, I'm disappointed too. Ok. I'm disappointed in Roman Reigns. I'm disappointed because Roman isn't half the man I thought he was. He sure not man enough to show up here tonight and face me.

The look on his face changed yet again, this time to something weirdly nervous. "And he kind of leaves me in a bind. He left me high and dry. I've got no choice." Angel wondered why it sounded like Seth wasn't talking to the fans. "I've got to rectify the situation. I got to do something to make them…you guys happy right?" His eyes flickered to the camera.

Ah. He's not talking to them. She thought. He's talking to the Authority.

"Luckily, I am an opportunist." He looked at the Money in the Bank case. "And the Authority is all about providing opportunity…"

She glanced up at Dean who was now staring at her phone like it was his only lifeline. "Is he?"

"So right now, in that vein, what I would like to do is issue an open challenge." The crowd cheered at his announcement.

"He did." She breathed out. She couldn't believe that Seth would issue an open challenge at all but certainly not without the Authority's blessing, which judging by the way his jaw clenched and his voice wavered, he didn't not have.

"Because that's the kind of guy I am!" He exclaimed, his mood suddenly shifting back to his egotistical self. "That's the kind of competitor I am. I'm going to answer an open challenge to anybody, anybody in that locker room, that wants to come out here and have a match with me, right now!" The camera moved around Seth so that it could caption the stage, so as not miss the unexpected entrance of 'whoever' would answer the call.

"Anyone?" Dean smirked as they pulled into the arena parking lot. "Be careful what you wish for Sethie boy."

"Should I let you out here?" The driver asked.

"No." Dean shook his head as he held out his wallet for Angel to take. "See the open loading dock door, drive in there."

"In?"

"Yep." He nodded.

"Anybody?" Seth called. "Anybody?"

"Just you wait." Dean's hand was already on the car door. "Angel, make sure to tip this man graciously."

"This is the opportunity of a lifetime; I'm giving you a chance to step into the ring with Mr. Money in the Bank! Come on Anybody…"

As Seth's words faded, the titantron behind him flicked away from the ring camera and suddenly Angel was staring at the front of a cab. Even before the cab stopped, Dean was opening the door.

Knowing that there was no stopping him, Angel just quickly pocketed her phone before opening Dean's wallet to pull out a wad of bills. "Uh, this is for you." She said tossing what she thinks was a twenty at him as she tried to keep an eye on Dean while he disappeared into the arena.

"Ma'am this is too much." The driver called back but was already halfway out of the car.

"It's fine." She said half realizing that she probably threw the fifty that was in there at him instead. "Thank you." She raced out of the about four times what their trip was, she would deal with the aftermath after the show, right now all she could focus on was catching up to Dean.

"Dean? Angel? You're not supposed to be here." She heard someone from the crew say as she ran by them.

By the time she made it to the stage. Dean was already in the ring, taking on Seth while their theme music rang out loudly. Knowing that the chances of this brawl saying in the ring was little to none, she stayed up on the stage, arms crossed over her chest and a smug smile on her face as she watched the mayhem unfold.

It was like Dean hadn't just been out with a neck and head injury as he chased Seth out of the ring and through the crowd, he looked on form and looked damn good.

"Go get that lunatic!" A loud voice called from behind her.

Turning around she saw Triple H and Stephine surrounded by a lot of members of security. "Of course." She rolled her eyes, as she quickly side stepped the group of men in all black as they raced towards Dean and Seth who were making their way towards the stage themselves.

Boos erupted from the crowd as security tried to separate Seth and Dean. "Just let them fight!" She called, glaring at her bosses. "Seth issued an open challenge. He said 'anybody', Dean fits into the category."

"Be quiet." Hunter hissed at her. "You are your lunatic aren't supposed to be here tonight."

"We aren't?" She said acting innocent. "We were that after Dean was medically cleared, he could come back."

"You think you're so funny don't you." Stephaine stepped up to her.

"A little."

A pile of men landed at their feet, and thankfully Dean was on top. "Ouch." Angel cringed as she thought about the concert flooring under them. She didn't know if that was better or worse than the metal plated raised stage that they normally used. "That is going to hurt in the morning."

"Angel, get control of him."

Angel turned towards Dean who was running across the back of the lighting fixture. "No. Dean. No stop." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Whatever you do, don't beat the ever-loving hell out of Seth." As Dean landed on Seth, pushing him to the ground, she turned back towards Stephanie. "I tried."

"Oh, you little…"

Panic filled the arena as Seth and Dean poured back into ringside.

"What are you waiting for!" Hunter screamed. "GO AFTER HIM!"

Angel blinked as a sea of black suits went rushing past her. When the crowd cheered again, she quickly looked up at the titantron to see Dean holding a chair. She bit her lip as a rush of heat hit her, there was just something about Dean wearing a t-shirt instead of his normal wifebeater that made her want to sigh.

However, her fantasy was stopped by Dean was tackled as soon as he stepped foot in the ring. "Fuck…" She mumbled under her breath before sprinting off towards the ring.

"Get off me!" She heard Dean yell.

Stopping just shy of the ring, her eyes went wide when the other five men suddenly jumped on top of Dean, like he was a grenade or something. "Come on." She quickly jumped onto the apron and ducked into the ring.

"Let him go!" She called out as she grabbed onto the first arm she could see and tried to pull whoever it was off him. She didn't get very far, as suddenly her whole body was lifted off the mat and the world turned upside down. "Shit!" She screamed as she scrambled to find purchase onto whatever her hands landed on, which ended up being the back of one of the guards.

"Settle down." He told her as his hold tightened. "I don't want to drop you."

"I would prefer if you did." She gritted her teeth as she fought to try and see what was happening to Dean.

"Tie him up!" Hunter order passing what looked like just a large zip tie to one of the men laying on top of Dean. "Tie him up and get him out of here, get them both out of here."

"Ouch!" She groaned as she jostled around as the person holding her started for the ropes. One particular movement knocked the air out of her lungs as she bounced against the man's shoulder. "Damn it." She wheezed.

"If you would stop fighting, this would be a lot easier."

"If you put me down, it would be even easier."

"You think I'm stupid?" He asked. "If I put you down, you're just going to get in the way of the others trying to get Dean out."

"I mean…" He's not wrong.

"Come on, Dean. Work with us."

"Roll him over."

"Grab his feet."

"Take his arms."

Her stomach burned as she tried to lean around the guy holding her to watch the rest of the guards roll Dean out of the ring. When they finally got him down, her world was rearranging again as she was 'passed' through the ropes to someone else.

"I'm not a sack of potatoes." She frowned.

"True." The new guard rolled his eyes as he adjusted his hold on her. "A sack of potatoes wouldn't be so annoying."

"Ha ha ha."

Knowing that she wasn't going to be able to escape, Angel resigned to her fate and allowed herself to be carried through the halls. The whole time, she could hear Dean yelling and fighting the men holding him.

Meanwhile, she tired to keep herself from hurling all over the back of the man holding her. Each step made that goal harder and harder. "Alright, out you go."

She heard a metal door open as she flipped around once more and set on her feet. Holding her head, she tried to get her baring but before she could, a hand on her back pushed her forward and out into the night air.

"Hey!" She turned to glare at said person. "Easy."

The guard just sighed before walking back inside.

Sticking her tongue out, she flicked the man off. "Bastard."

"Do you want me to remove the zip tie or not?" Someone said behind her making her turn around to see Dean sitting on the ground, half bent over as the first guard that had been holding her worked to get the ties off his wrist. A loud snap of plastic echoed through the parking lot and Dean was free. "You see how easy that is when you don't fight me."

"Yeah, well." Dean pouted. "Go fuck yourself."

"Cute." The guard stood up. "Stay out of the arena tonight." He told them. "If you are seen back inside, we will be calling the cops and having both of you arrested for trust passing. Alright?"
Dean groaned as he stood up. "Yeah, yeah."

"I'm serious."

"I got it. I got it." He wiped his pants off. "I'll behave. I had my fun."

The look on the guard's face told her that he didn't believe Dean one little bit, which she didn't blame him for. "Don't worry, I got him."

"Be sure that you do. Hunter isn't playing around this time." He informed.

"And you can insure him that we're leaving."

The man's shoulders sagged as he turned for the door they had just been 'kicked' out of. "Good night."

Angel gave him a wave before moving next to Dean who was rubbing his wrist.

"You ok?"

He nodded. "I'm good." He dropped his arms to the side and looked up at the arena. "Fuck." A smirk appeared on his face "That was fun."

"That's what you call that?"

"Yeah, why? Didn't you have fun."

"I mean up until I was thrown around like a sack of potatoes." She chuckled until she noticed the dark look that covered his eyes. "I'm ok." She went to question what was wrong, but it quickly clicked. "Didn't enjoy having a shoulder digging into my stomach."

She started to wonder if she could keep her promise to the guard as the look eased but didn't completely go away. She could practically hear the gears turning in Dean's head, and needed to make it stop before he decided what to do. Because he wouldn't stop once he did.

"So, was beating the shit out of Seth as good as you thought it would be?" She asked, hoping to distract.

"Always is." He answered, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "Though, something about tonight felt even better."

She chuckled, relaxing as they started to walk away from the door. "You know what they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Maybe it's the same with being able to punch people you hate?"

"Maybe." He shrugged. "I did miss being able to punch his stupid face."

"I'm sure you did." She chuckled as she steered them towards the large wall on the far side of the parking lot. "I'm surprise you didn't have withdrawal after a week."

"Oh, I was, you didn't notice how twitchy I was getting towards the end of shooting?"

"That's what that was?" She asked. "I thought that was because you were upset that you could do any of your stunts."

"That too."

When they got to the wall, she pulled herself from his grasp so she could hop on top. Leaning to one side, she pulled her phone out and almost busted out in laughter when she saw the long list of notifications.

"God damn." She turned the phone around to show Dean.

Squinting, Dean looked at her screen and shook his head. "I'm going to guess our come back made an impression."

"I would say." She agreed. "I can't wait to go through all of it, but first do you wanna go back to the hospital or call it a night and go back to the hotel?"

"Let me text Ro and see if he's awake." He said pulling out his phone. He paused before doing anything. "Please tell me you have my wallet."

"I do." She told him, pulling it out of the back pocket, that her phone wasn't in. "Though I am surprised it didn't fall out while we were being carried out."

He took the wallet and put it back in his own pocket. "Well, if it had hopefully someone on the crew would have given it back."

"Hopefully." She said as she to go through everything.

"Twitter is blowing up with hashtag Ambrose Asylum and Dean is not Dead." She told him as she swiped through all of the tags. Her favorite was a very close up photo of Dean as he chased Seth through the stands, it wasn't flattering but it did show off the murderous smirk on his face.

"Roman texted back, he's cool if we wanted to come back." Dean said. "He also said that he made the nurses worry from how much he was laughing."

"Oh shit!" She looked at him with a gasp. "If he pulled a stitch or something from laughing…"

"He's in the right place if he does."

"Yeah but…"

"Don't worry about it." She raised a brow. "I'm serious."

"So am I."

"I know you are."

She took a deep breath as she pulled up the app to order their ride. "You two are going to fucking kill me."

"At least it won't be a boring way to go."

"Not boring but very annoying."

"Do you expect anything else?"

"No. No I don't."

Katmoonchild: I'm glad you liked the little inside on Lockdown! it was fun to write and I got to rewatch the movie again.

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