Trust Comes First (A WWE Fanfic)

Chapter 87 Dean's Reasurrance

   I let out a deep sigh moving my legs to one side and getting up. He patted the side of my leg as I gathered my courage. We had talked in the ring but that was in the heat of the moment, facing down the mutual enemy. Now that we were back in the bus and the adrenaline was gone I was feeling apprehensive. The light was on in Roman's room but I moved past it, stopping in front of Dean's door. I could see the flickering light of the TV in the room and I raised my hand, hesitating at the last second. I forced my hand down, tapping lightly on the door.

"Ya?" I heard him call out, voice raspy.

I slid it open slightly, enough to show him who it was and I saw him freeze for a second. My lips were pressed in a thin line as I took a step inside, seeing him shift on the bed. He had a hand over his stomach, the other resting on the bed next to him. His legs were crossed at the ankles as he stared at me, eyes hidden in shadow. He looked relaxed and calm but I knew him well enough already to know he wasn't.

"Can we talk?" I asked softly, not sure what was happening.

"Sure."

I walked in fully, shutting the door back to where it was behind my back. The tension in the air was thick as we stood there staring at each other. Finally I blew out a deep breath walking forward and sitting on the bed, facing away from him at the door. Running my hands over my face I gathered my thoughts, raking my fingers through my hair.

"I'm sorry." I began, my voice quiet and I heard the TV volume turn down.

"For what?" he asked, shifting on the bed.

"For everything I guess." I decided, looking at the minimal amount of stuff on his dresser, "I've just been a royal bitch."

The bed shifted and suddenly he was sitting next to me, in the same position that I was. His left leg was brushing my right and I looked up at him, seeing the lines between his eyebrows.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, keeping eye contact.

"Your past is your past. Whoever you were then isn't the person I know now." I began, seeing his gaze ice over instantly, "I should learn to keep my nose out of it and I will from now on. I don't want to fight with you anymore, I don't want to lose anyone else."

His body was tense at the beginning but when I finished he relaxed, the warmth coming slowly back into his eyes. The flickering TV played with the contours of his face, changing his expression second to second.

"What about your past?" he questioned, and I thought about it for a second.

"I'm an open book Dean, if you really want to know." I shrugged, bringing my legs up, facing him.

He copied my movement, leaning back against the headboard, surveying me. His hands were folded over his stomach, resting on the black fabric of his t-shirt. His grey sweatpants looked dark as they bunched around his legs. I picked at my jeans, wishing I was wearing sweats.

"Where were you born?" he asked suddenly.

"Seattle Grace Hospital, February 3, 1989." I replied a small smile on my face.

"So if you're from Seattle how did you meet Roman if he's from Florida?" he mused, thumb tapping gently on his chest.

"When I was 2 my parents moved to Florida with me and my brother who was 5 at the time. My dad is an architect, funnily enough and my mom is a nurse, retired now. He had a better offer in Florida and mom was already thinking ahead to her retirement so we moved." I explained, picking at a hangnail on the side of my finger.