Fear is Real {WWE FanFiction}

Chapter 14

There was no mistaking it: Dean Ambrose was alive. Which should have been impossible. Roman's mind conjured up the image of Dean's shattered face, the weak grip with which Dean clung to Roman's jeans in his final moments. Roman had been there - his hands were the ones to take Dean's life.

And yet, the sandy-haired man came strutting towards Roman, blue eyes glinting with a familiar mischief. Roman gaped at the taller man.

"H-How?" was all Roman could manage to say.

Dean winked and pulled a chair over. It screeched painfully against the linoleum flooring.

"Long time, no see, brotha," Dean said, grinning his usual cheeky grin.

"You died," Roman said. "I-I killed you."

Dean winked. For a moment, his eyes turned pure black, then returned to their normal blue. Roman shifted nervously in his seat, glancing furtively at the rest of the patients and nurses.

"I told you I'd save you," Dean - if it was Dean - said. "But first I promised an explanation. I'm sure you figured out almost everything on your own, so I'll just skip ahead to the good part. You're right, bro, you did kill me. Well, you killed human me. This me is all new, a lot more powerful. Being a demon has its perks."

Roman flinched and leaned away from Dean. "You're a demon? Like the son of a bitch you put into me?"

"I'm not quite as power-hungry as that asshole, okay," Dean said. "This wasn't exactly part of my original plan, but it works. When you killed Seth, your humanity rose up so violently that it, like, catapulted that other demon out of you. That voice you heard in your head afterwards? That was me. Kind of. I had help."

Roman decided not to ask what kind of help.

"Anyways," Dean continued, "an event like that sends off some serious energy, and I was able to find you. I've been keeping an eye on you this entire time, waiting for the hype to calm down so it would be easier to bust you out of this hellhole."

It took a few moments for those words to sink in. Roman frowned. "Bust me out?"

Dean grinned again. "Watch this." He stood and pointed at the doctor who had just entered the room. "Hey, you, c'mere a second."

The doctor, a middle-aged man with a rapidly receding hairlilne, walked over with a confused expression. "Is everything alright, gentlemen?"

"Actually," Dean said, "no. I don't think this place is a good fit for me. Or for my bro, here." Dean grabbed Roman and pulled him up by the arm. "We're requesting a transfer."

The doctor frowned. "I'm sorry. That's not possible. You will remain here until you are discharged or we can no longer care for you. Please understand. Now, if you'll-"

Dean touched his pointer finger to the doctor's forehead and muttered something under his breath. When he lowered his hand, the doctor's eyes were glassy.

"My apologies," the doctor said slowly, as if in a dream, "you are both free to go. Good luck."

He ambled away, mouth hanging open, eyes staring unblinkingly. Dean looked at Roman, who wasn't sure if he should shout with joy or retch in disgust.

"Mind control?" Roman asked, barely containing his anger.

"More like mind persuasion," Dean said. "Don't worry; it'll wear off in a few hours. But by then we'll be halfway across the state if nothing goes to shit. You coming or what?"

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They made it to the parking lot before the alarm sounded. Dean lead the way to one of the flashiest cars in the lot: a gleaming black SUV with four-wheel drive and shining chrome rims. Roman glared at Dean, but climbed into the passenger seat once Dean magically unlocked the doors. Maybe being a demon did have its advantages, besides, you know, being a totally evil, twisted creature for all eternity.

"Where to?" Dean asked as the engine revved to life.

"Phoenix, Arizona."

"You got it, brother."