Dean Ambrose One Shots & Drabbles

Drunken Calls

SUMMARY: You're Dean's best friend and he calls you in the middle of the night when he's drunk and needs a ride home. The following morning his true feelings come out. ANGST. SMUT. FLUFF.

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You heard your phone ringing on the bedside table. You groaned as you reached up and rubbed your eyes. You glanced over at the clock on the table. 2:14 AM. Who would be calling you at this time of the night?

You reached over and picked up your phone. You groaned when you say the name on the screen. Dean.

You slid your thumb to the right and then brought the phone to your ear.

"You better be dying." You said, knowing that usually when he calls this late he's drunk and just wants to ramble.

"Y-y/n. I-I n-need h-help." He slurred.

You immediately sat up on the edge of the bed as you began to panic. He needed help. What had happened? Did he get in a fight? Did he get hurt? He never called and said he needed help. Ever.

This wasn't the first time he'd gone out and gotten too drunk to find his way back to the hotel, but it was the first time he had ever said he needed help. And unfortunately for you, you were the only person he thought to call when he was that drunk. Not Roman or one of the guys. It was you. Always you.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where are you?" You asked.

"Ummm..."

"Dean where are you? I'll come pick you up." You said.

"S-some bar down...down the s-street." He mumbles. "Y-you're such a n-nice friend...all caring a-and funny and stuff...do you want me to c-come pick y-you up?"

"No! Dean, stay where you are! I'm coming to pick you up!

"Okay...whatever you say b-babe."

You rolled your eyes at the word, knowing it was because he was drunk. The truth was that you've had feelings for Dean for a couple of months. But he didn't know that. Nobody knew that, not even the girls. He didn't need to know that. You knew he wasn't the kind of guy to settle down. You had even heard him tell Roman that he didn't want a girlfriend. If you told him that you had feelings it would ruin the friendship and he'd probably never talk to you again.

You threw on an oversized sweatshirt and slid on some shoes. You grabbed your keys and purse off the TV stand and then hurried down to the hotel parking lot where your rental car was parked. You slid in behind the wheel and turned the key in the ignition.

You made your way down the street slowly looking on both sides for any sign of your best friend.

You drove slowly as you glanced towards both sides of the street, looking for any sign of your best friend in front of any of the bars. You finally saw him in front of a bar about six blocks from the hotel. You silently cursed to yourself when you saw him chest to chest with some other guys outside, looking like they were about to get into a fight.

You quickly pulled the car over and put it in park before getting out of the car and running over to the two of them.

"You wanna say that again? Huh?" Dean said as he moved even closer to the guy.

"What? That you're crazy? Maybe they should send you back to the insane asylum?" The guy challenged.

You couldn't let Dean get into a fight with a fan. It would be all over the internet and you knew there'd be consequences for Dean to face with WWE if he got into a fight with a fan.