Sanctuary

Chapter Thirty - Intimate

(Before you start the chapter - keep in mind that until she is told or finds out, Blake is UNAWARE of Dean's condition.)

Intimate - adj. Private and personal.

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Monday Night Raw - 9:59pm, Houston, TX

"So why do you not have a match tonight?"

Dean shrugged, not taking his eyes off of his phone while he texted someone. "I don't feel up to it."

I raised an eyebrow. "But you feel up to getting shitfaced at the bar afterwards?"

"There is always enough energy in my body to hold some alcohol." He stated as he glanced up finally. "And do other dirty, sinful things." His eyes trailed over my wet body that was wrapped by a towel and I chucked a shirt over his face, which made him laugh.

It was our first night back. Just two days post Vegas and one day post wedding, which ment wrestling with big time hangovers. I had just took on Paige in a simple ten minute match, one that I expected some type of Heyman interruption since the last interaction our group had with his involved my boyfriend nearly killing Punk. Since we expected it, Rollins, Reigns and Ambrose came to ringside with me to stand guard but nothing happened.

Something told me with Seth and Ro facing off against the Usos tonight, something would definitely happen then.

"I'm hungry." Dean said as he peeled the shirt off his face, I opened my mouth to respond but he cut me off. "The food in catering fucking sucks."

It was starting to creep me out how he could read my mind. "So your plan is? The boys have a match in like an hour. Can't go out and have a five star meal."

"Then let's go to a drive thru, I'm pretty sure I saw a Taco Bell up the road."

I shrugged and gathered my white jeans, black long sleeve, some underwear and went in the shower area. I came back out all dressed to go and Dean opened the door for me. We both strolled out just as Reigns was coming to go in.

"I've been looking all over for you two. I've been alone and I swear Sasha was trying to hit on me." He stared at both of our blank faces, my wet hair and then glanced to the door. "Oh God, I have to stretch and stuff in there - please tell me you didn't have sex!"

"Yes, Roman." Ambrose said dryly. "There is cum everywhere, try not to slip and fall."

I smacked his arm. "You idiot, Roman he's kidding."

"I figured. Where you heading off to?"

"Grab some tacos and nachos before your match. Want anything?"

"Ugh, I'd love to say yes but shit like that will slow me down in the ring. Eat two Frito Burritos in my honor though."

I laughed. "Will do." He gave me a nod then fist pounded Dean before going in the locker room.

We both made most of the walk to the parking lot before we heard an argument going on. One that we were positive had three familiar voices.

We turned around and saw our suspicions right, with the two main sources being Seth and Randy, with Sage in the middle. Near the production crates, several feet away from where we stood.

"You just had to get my fucking sloppy seconds, you irrelevant piece of shit!" Randy spat. "Why don't you quit trying so hard to be me?!"

Sage looked at him appalled, "I am not your goddamn sloppy anything!"