Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

Chapter 37: You Keep Me Hangin' On

I managed to get discharged just a few hours later, at which point my clothes were happily returned. I hadn't much fancied flying home in the kimono and definitely not without my warm trusty boots. Before we headed off I was handed a leaflet, with basic care notes on how to treat a banged up head, but Dean threw it into the trash as we were leaving, which I let him do figuring that he likely had the upper hand.

"You just need sleep and to take it fuckin' easy."

Yep.

Florence Deaningale was back in full force again and that extended right through to getting me in the rental and then tucked beneath his arm, still not quite ready to let me go. Roman took the wheel, having roused from his slumber and drove us to the airport like the good chauffeur he was, before hanging for an hour and grabbing a bite to eat with us, which was nice but also not –

We all knew we were missing one.

Evidently worrying about his accident prone girlfriend had given Dean an appetite to rival a bear, so his order consisted of a double steak burger with trimmings and a basket of golden onion rings on the side. Roman too tucked in pretty readily but for once I chose not to join in the fun, since another lovely symptom of being half battered was an apparent loss of appetite.

I simply picked at Dean's fries.

We chatted sort of randomly and idly about topics, with the guys clearly trying their best to keep things light and which therefore meant mostly hearing about Roman's children or checking up on how things were with his mom and dad. At one point I started to feel really sleepy and so basically pooled right down over Dean's lap, which probably looked pretty weird to those seated around us but that I was far too weary to much care about. I drifted in and out, picking up half of the conversation and tiny little scraps of information here and there –

"You know I'm gonna have to go after him don't you?"

"Figured you would uce."

"You gonna stop me?"

"Hell no, his ass made his bed and now he's gotta lie in it."

Even sleep fogged I knew who they were talking about.

In the end I woke up as the bill was being paid for, at which point I lifted my head from Dean's legs, then set about rubbing my brown eyes tiredly because the damn things were all itchy and actually felt worse. Dean kissed my temple,

"We gotta flight to catch Princess."

He helped me stand unsteadily and then walked me to the door, at which point we had to make our farewells to Roman which felt so weirdly final that I wanted to cry. He must have seen it too since he tucked my chin gently and then blessed me with a grin,

"I'll be seeing you soon and I'm 'a be seein' his ass for the house shows."

To make his point he thumbed roughly at Dean, who smirked right on back with the same ease he had always done in regards to his brothers.

Well, brother singular now I guessed.

I blinked,

"So, we'll still be traveling together?"

"Damn straight baby girl, that ain't gonna change, you said it yourself, we're a family remember?"