Moving On

Reaching Out

**Two Weeks Later**:

 The days past, and Seth and Roman missed Dean, it was hard to be away from him; even though he ended things with them, at least when he was at work they could still see and talk to him. Refusing to let Dean go without a fight, both of them would call and text Dean everyday. Of course Dean never answered or returned any messages or texts, but that didn't stop them. Dean was equally miserable, being away from Seth and Roman made his heart ache. The WWE told the fans he was out with an injury, and he'd sit at home watching Raw and Smackdown angry that he was forced to sit on the sidelines. To numb himself he drank everyday, passing out on the couch, only leaving the house to get food and more alcohol. Days and nights blended together for Dean in a drunken haze! One night he fell asleep watching Raw, he was laying on his stomach on the couch, his face towards the TV. He was just waking up when he heard Seth and Roman's voice's talking about him, he wasn't fully awake so he thought they were in his house.

 "S...Seth? Rome?" Dean said as he opened his eyes, he saw their faces and sat up thinking they were there, and found he was happy about it.

 He quickly realized they were only on the TV, he leaned back against the couch putting his head back as he rubbed his hands over his face sighing. Not wanting to admit to himself how disappointed he was, or that he missed them he shook his head as he picked up a beer bottle off the coffee table and went to drink it when he realized it was empty. He sighed annoyed and put the bottle back as he got up and went into the kitchen. He began looking for more alcohol, but couldn't find any, sighing again he checked the time, he had a half hour before the liquor store closed, he could make it. He put his shoes and jacket on and felt in his jacket pocket for his wallet and keys. Instead he found a card, he took it out confused and realized it was the card Brooks and Carter had given him. He starred at the card, as he did he suddenly heard Cole talking about how unfocused and distracted Seth and Roman have been since Dean's been gone. Hearing that Dean went to the TV and watched as his brothers tried to wrestle against the Uso's, but they couldn't get into the match. Dean yelled at the TV, trying to get his brothers to kick ass, they lost the match and Dean couldn't believe it! He swore out loud as he watched his brothers leave the ring, he looked down at the card as the TV went to commercial. He swore again as he stood and took off his jacket throwing it onto a chair as he grabbed his phone. He began pacing as he dialed the number on the card, he continued pacing as he heard it ring, he waited for the answering machine, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck. The sound of someone answering, instead of the machine startled him enough that he almost dropped his phone.

 "Hello?" The female voice spoke again.

 "Hello...I wasn't expecting anyone to pick up." Dean answered still rubbing his neck.

 "I'm not usually here this late, but I needed to finish up some work." She answered.

 "Oh. My name's Dean Ambrose."

 "Ambrose...oh yes, you're a friend of Detectives Carter and Brooks right?"

 "That's me."

 "I'm Maria Crane, and you were calling to make an appointment to see me right?"

 "Uh...yeah." Dean answered closing his eyes tight as he rubbed his head, feeling a headache coming on. "You're probably booked for the next few months, I'll call back in a few..."

 "Let me check my schedule." Maria said cutting Dean off. "You're in luck Mr. Ambrose, I have an opening tomorrow afternoon at one!"

 "You...you do?" Dean asked unsure.

 "I do, so do I put your name down for it?" She asked.

 "Yeah." Dean answered.

 "Okay, all set! I'll see you tomorrow afternoon at one, goodnight Mr. Ambrose."

 "Okay, goodnight." Dean said hanging up. "Damn you Rollins and Reigns!" He said as he put his phone on the table, before he lay on the couch and fell asleep.

**The Next Afternoon**:

 Dean sat in his car, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were white, as he starred at the building in front of him. He had been sitting there in the same position for the last 10 minutes, trying to get the nerve up to get out of the car, so far all he managed to do was undo his seat belt and have a mini panic attack! He mentally gave himself crap for acting like this, he was Dean Ambrose, nothing scared him...except having to admit he had a shit load of problems, and he was a constant screw-up! After giving himself another pep talk, he took a deep breath, and got out locking his car behind him before he quickly walked to the door and went inside. Once inside he checked in with the friendly receptionist, before he sat down. He looked around, trying to keep distracted as he waited he picked up a magazine, he flipped through the pages not really reading it and so he put it back giving up on it. He then began playing with his keys, as his leg bounced up and down nervously, he wanted to leave, hey at least he tried right; that had to be worth something, didn't it? As he went to stand to leave the receptionist came over to him still smiling that annoying, fake smile and spoke.

 "Mr. Ambrose, follow me please. Dr. Crane, is ready to see you now."

 "Great." Dean said as he put on a fake smile and stood, taking a deep breath.

TBC...