Under My Skin |Dean Fan fic|

Chapter 51

I just really love that photo. Do you guys think Dean's miscommunications were intentional on Smackdown. I mean once okay... But twice not so sure.

But anyway enjoy.

"I say it because it's true. A friend is supposed to be honest."

"Is it honesty or are you saying it just to say it?" Dean questioned but also making sense.

"He has a point Roman so which one is it?" Alex said speaking up.

"It's all honesty I promise Dean and I don't think anyone was speaking to you Alex. This is technically your fault." Roman said turning his attention to the divas champion.

"Don't speak to her like that." Dean said.

"Oh and now you're defending her. Did you forget when she basically told you to die not too long ago?"

Roman let out a low dark chuckle.

"I swear she has you wrapped around her finger."

"No she doesn't." Dean denied.

"You've been arguing with me but what about her? I'm the one who had to put up with all your mood swings and moody habits. Where was Alex? Oh yeah that's right no where to be found because she's the one responsible for them."

Dean rubbed his hands over his face. He really didn't want to do this right now.

He continued to stand in the middle room with his hands covering his face as things went silent.

Alex was walking around slowly when something outside the window caught her attention.

"Dean.."

"What?" He asked with irritation in his voice.

"Why are the cops here?"
Alex question as she watched two police officers get out the car and start walking towards the building.

Dean's place was on the third floor.

"What are you talking about? Just because there's cops doesn't mean they're here for me. Other people live here too you know."

"I hope that's the case.." Alex said then once again taking a seat besides Randy who was now really quiet.

A few minutes later there was a knock on Dean's door. That's when Dean's eyes went wide.

"What did you do?" Roman scolded in a whisper.

Randy just shook his head. He was too confused.

"I...I didn't do anything." Dean whispered back looking at the door.

"Dean. What. Did--"

Roman was cut off.

"Nothing!"

Dean decided to go towards the door.

"Uh who's there?"

"It's the police! Open up!"

Dean groaned but opened the door.

"May I help you?"

"Yes we're looking for Jonathan Good."

Everyone besides the two police officers rose their eyebrows or made some sort of face expression. This made Dean turn slightly red.

He didn't really like when people used real full name.

"What do you want from him?"

The police looked at each other before looking back at Dean.

"We need to ask him some questions."