Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

We Didn't Start The Fire

To say I was nervous about walking into Raw the next Monday night would be downplaying it too far. I was literallyterrified – a big ball of jitters – and unfortunately for more reason than just one.

Firstly I was worried about having to be on camera, which I knew would be happening at some point thanks to Vince. Dean had been furious – as had Seth and Roman – but in the grand scheme of things it was by no means the main concern. After all, as long as I gave him some screen time, Vince had no reason to give our relationship up. Besides which he had promised to give me protection and I knew that his protection was likely to be The Shield. If I was in the ring with Dean and Seth and Roman, then I knew I would feel safer and they would keep it that way.

That wasn't what I was worried about.

My biggest concern was the end of the suspension and the knowledge that the Wyatts were going to be back. I had actually found myself dreaming about them and had woken with a jolt sometime in the night. Without even asking me what it had been about – working on his boyfriend telepathy skills – Dean had pulled me into his arms sleepily and murmured in gruff tones,

"You're gonna be fine."

It was the reason I stuck to him like really needy glue as we made our way into the arena that night. Usually I would have peeled off backstage but this time I kept a tight hold of Dean's hand and walked with them right the way to their locker room, which was followed by Seth firmly locking the door.

The show had already started sometime earlier and I had more than one missed call on my phone but Dean had been adamant about getting there later so everyone would be distracted instead of knowing where we were. It seemed to have worked too because nobody bothered them although the silence in their locker room was unsettling in itself.

Ugh.

I hated feeling so powerless about it and most of all I hated feeling scared. Involuntarily my arms came up around me and spotting it Dean came over and pressed a kiss into my hair.

"We got this, okay?" he murmured gently, cupping my face to rub my cheeks with his thumbs, "We're not gonna let anythin' happen to you baby. You trust me?"

I nodded up at him,

"Yes."

"There's my brave girl."

He stooped down and kissed me and then reached for my hand again, pulling me decisively onto my feet. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what was happening.

The Shield boys were ready to head out.

They'd been scheduled for action in a six-man tag match and had decided that morning that I was safer off with them. In a weird way it meant giving into Vince's wishes but with the Wyatts loose it was lesser of two annoying evils and so I fell into formation in the middle of their grouping, holding Dean's hand as I followed them out.

Which is precisely when everything went to hell.

The first indication was the appearance of the cameras which seemed to swoop in from out of the blue. In response Dean merely brushed past them angrily and kept on walking while I skittered along behind. Wedged in firmly between Seth and Roman and with Dean's back taking up the bulk of my view, I couldn't really see what – if anything – was ahead of us and so when Dean stopped suddenly, I bumped nose-first into his spine.