Fight // WWE Dean Ambrose

Chapter 27

"John, I'm going to ask you one time to shut the hell up, or else I'm going to have to make you" Dean calmly says, standing next to me. His raspy voice is extremely threatening, and right now I'm glad I'm not on the receiving end of these threats, or I'd probably faint.
"Dean" I say, holding his hand, trying to calm him down. John stares at Dean with confused eyes, as do the rest of the boys at the bar.
"Dean, chill out were just having some fun" John defends himself, but I know he's being a jerk trying to push Dean until he snaps. I exhale slowly. These guys fight for a living, and I know if a fight breaks out I won't be able to stop it.
"You're such an asshole you know" Dean threatens. He pushes my hand off of his, as he clenches his fists, and they slowly begin to turn white.
"Why? Because my girlfriends still alive?!" John smirks, and everyone glares at John, totally baffled he would hit Dean with such a low blow. We all know how much Renee meant to Dean, and throwing it in his face that she's gone is a really, really terrible thing to do.
Right now, I want Dean to punch John and break his nose again, he definitely deserves it. I look up at Dean, and he has the same glare plastered on his face, his eyes are tightened into small slits.
"John, dude, shut up" Seth threatens John, but he doesn't seem fazed by the threats.
"You son of a bitch" Dean mumbles lowly, and I can see Dean slowly breaking on the inside. But, not into sadness, into anger.
Before I know it, Dean is running at John. He catches him off guard, and punches him in the side of the head. John blinks a few times, looking totally out of it. Dean holds johns head in his hands, and pushes it against the cool dark wooden counter. The sound of glass shattering fills the room, John's glass flying off behind the counter, and Dean holds his head against it. John tries to struggle out of the hold, but I know Dean is too worked up right now to let him get away. John eventually stops squirming, but Dean won't stop pressing his weight down on John.
The rest of the superstars jump out of there seats, and step back, not wanting to get involved I guess. I simply stand here dumbfounded, and watch it happen. I'm a mix of terrified, and a bit of pleasure, because John definitely deserves this. Punk jogs over to me from the end of the bar and wraps an arm around me, rubbing my shoulder. I'm thankful for his comfort, I'm scared Dean could get hurt or in trouble, I don't want anything to happen to him. None of the guys try to step in to help, and I can't help but think they all wanted to do the same to John.
Hair falls into Dean's face, but he ignores it. The lighting in here, mixed with his dark eyes and hair makes him look more badass than usual.
"Listen here. You're gonna keep Renee's name, and Riley's name out of your mouth, or I'll break your jaw so nobody's name will be coming out of your mouth, got it" Dean says with authority into John's ear. He holds John's shirt collar and cheek, not letting his grip on him go. Dean still seems calm and relaxed though his voice, but his blazing eyes tell a different story.
The bartender runs out of the back room, and takes in the scene in front of him, the small fights that's broken out, and the shattered glass.
"You have about 10 seconds to get out of here, or I'm calling the cops!" He shouts towards Dean, the words echo through the bar. I gulp, Dean doesn't need to be in trouble with the cops right now. His career is going so well, and this would definitely hurt his reputation, and maybe even get him fired.
"Call them, maybe him and his dad can be roommates in jail" John yells, even though Dean still holds his face against the counter. The second the words fall from his lips, Dean pulls his collar from the counter, but doesn't give up the grip. He doesn't waste a second punching him straight in the mouth with his fist, an angry and determined look across his face. I'm scared that behind all of the force Dean used, he killed John who now lay unconscious across the bar counter, and the bartender checks to make sure he's okay.
"Dean!" I scream, with wet tears falling from my face. I don't know why I'm crying, this is very overwhelming, and I hate John for saying such cruel things about Dean. Punk rubs my shoulder harder, and whispers "it's okay" in my ear a lot.
Was dean's dad really in jail? Is he still? Wait, that's not what I need to be focusing on right now, I need to check on Dean.
"Get your ass out of here you scum bag!" The bartender hops over the counter and points at the door as John falls onto the floor, holding his hand against his mouth. Dean doesn't look at anybody as he turns on his heel and stalks out of the bar.
"Maybe you should go after him" punk says softly to me. I wipe my tears with the neck of my shirt, and look up to punk.
"Thank you" I quietly say, before running out of the bar after a speed walking Dean. I don't know if he wants to be bothered right now, but I do know that he needs to be comforted. John basically just threw all of the terrible things that have happened to Dean in his life, into his face.
I run down the street, passing by windows of shops and small restaurants. I stop for a second, and frantically look around for Dean. I'm surrounded by a sea of people walking the streets, and I can't see him anywhere. He couldn't have gone that far.
"Dean!" I yell, knowing I sound stupid. I don't think Dean will yell back, but it's worth a shot. I continue to search around for him, turning and standing on my tiptoes where I'm standing.
I look across the street, and see the lake. It's hard to see it at night, but the lights lining the streets help make it visible.
Couples sit on benches, staring out at the lake, or rather making out in front of the lake. I see a grumpy man walking across the street with a slouch, before plopping himself down on a wooden bench as well.
Wait, that's no grumpy man, that's my grumpy man.
I stand on the street curb for a moment, watching him. He's sitting there, his shoulders falling up and down in what I assume to be is anger. He's faced to the lake, so I can't see his facial expression.
I never knew anything about his dad being in prison, Dean hasn't really talked about any of his family. But, for John to publicly tell everyone about dean's dad, I totally understand dean's anger.
I sigh, before looking to make sure no cars are coming. Once I'm safe, I walk across the road with Dean in sight.
I stand behind him, as he stares out into the water front, not saying a word, neither do I.
I walk around the bench, and sit beside him. I can feel his distance, growing more and more by the second. I stare out at the water, calm and not moving. It's relaxing.
"Dean" I say. I don't know if he wants to talk, but I decide to give it a shot.
"I'm sorry" he whispers. Wait, what? He's apologizing? I move closer to him across the wooden bench. Dean continues to surprise me with his emotions.
"What are you sorry for?" I ask. He looks down at me, with vulnerability laced through his features, almost making my heart shatter. He looks absolutely beaten.
"For doing that back there" his voice cracks lightly, and his Adam's apple bobs up and down.
"Dean, he deserved it. Please don't apologize" I honestly tell him.
"Not for that. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my..." He stops, and his eyes turn redder. I can tell he's holding back tears, which almost makes me cry. This is torture, having to watch him be like this, and not be able to do anything about it.
"You don't have to tell me anything, okay" I wish I knew the words to say to make him feel better.
"When people hear that your dad is a criminal, your sister is a drug addict, you're an ex alcoholic, they start to leave. And if you need to leave because you can't trust me, or don't want to be around a scumbag like me, then whatever" he says, and I feel a tear fall down my cheek slowly. Dean is giving up, he's withdrawing from me. Slowly but surly, he's starting to believe the thoughts in his head. That he's better off alone, and doesn't deserve love.
I can't, and won't let that happen. He is too important to me to let him just give up.
"Dean" I hold my hand across his cheek. He has a thin layer of stubble, from not shaving for a few days. I gently rub my hand over his face repeatedly.
"I'm not leaving you, I promise" my voice is shaking from the tears, but I let it happen. Maybe if I show Dean how much he means to me, he can see I need him just as much as he seems to need me.
"You called me your friend" he whispers, staring deeply into my eyes. What?
"What do you mean?" I ask, confused.
"Back at the store, you introduced me as your friend. Is that all I am to you?" His voice is getting louder for the first time tonight. I take my hand from his face.
"Well, you haven't exactly told me anything otherwise" I simply tell him, and he sighs.
"Riley, how stupid can you be" he asks. His tone wasn't mean, it was more like disbelief.
I open my mouth to defend myself, but he continues.
"You can't see that I want more? Nobody since Renee has made me feel like this, and even Renee didn't make me feel things like this, this fast" he reveals.
"I want more too" I quietly admit. He doesn't look at me, and I feel like he doesn't believe me.
"I do Dean. It's scary how fast these feelings have come for you." I reassure him and new tears begin falling down my face, but this time, happy tears. This is exactly what I was hoping for. I can't rush Dean, especially not after reading those letters, it wouldn't be right to force him into a relationship too fast. But right now, he is sitting in front of me saying all of the words I hoped to one day hear from him. I know Renee is a huge part of him, and always will be. I don't need him to erase that part, but maybe I could be a small part of him too.
"Why are you crying" his question breaks my thoughts, and I smile.
"I'm just really happy to have you in my life" I say. Dean looks exhausted, he's had a whirlwind of a day, from everything John said to him, to fighting with him. I'm still steaming mad about what John said, and I assume Dean is too, but ignoring him seems to be the best idea right now.
Dean doesn't say anything, he only smiles.
"So Dean, did you just ask me out" I smirk, and he throws his head back in laughter. That is officially my new favourite sound in the whole world.
"I think I did. Did you just accept?" He asks, and I shrug my shoulders.
"I don't know, I'm going to have to think about it" I smile, and he pokes my stomach.
"Fine, I guess I'll be your girlfriend" I say, as if it's a struggle for me to date him, when in reality it makes my stomach flutter and my mouth almost break from smiling.