A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Chelle Lew. We talked last night about roots, and in this chapter your learn about Dean's roots.

It is also the final chapter of Saved by the Lunatic.

Chapter 12

Lilly woke up to find the bed beside her empty. She got up, put her jeans on and walked into the living room. Dean sat at the counter, a mug of coffee before him. He looked well rested.

"Good Morning." She smiled and grabbed the coffee out of his hand to take a sip. It was strong and she coughed. "What is this?" she asked and he smiled. "Coffee, black. Just the way I like it."

"This is heart attack material." Lilly mumbled and sat down beside him.

"How did you sleep last night?" "Good. I…I was surprised because I thought the night we spent together all those weeks ago, that it was just luck but I didn't have bad dreams tonight as well. You do something to me. I don't know." Lilly smiled widely and he couldn't help it. He pulled her close to him and kissed her. She pulled away laughing. "You taste like too strong coffee." She grinned. "Do you have to go to work?"

Dean checked his watch. "Yes, in a little bit. Don't you?" "No, I have today off."

He nodded. "Good. Listen Lilly. I appreciate it that you showed up here last night but I don't want you to come here again. Charles might keep out an eye on you, but this is not a safe neighborhood. I will come to your place, alright? I just don't want to take any chances with your safety."

"Mr Overprotective who doesn't take care of himself but of others. But okay. Let's do this. My place is nicer anyways. I have a bed, a real one. And a TV."

"I knew you came here just for the TV that I don't have." He mumbled into his coffee cup and she kissed his temple. "You know why I am here." "Yeah, and it scares the hell out of me."

Lilly and Dean left together and she drove him to the Ebony Tower. He would stop by tonight at her place for some dinner.

Since it was Lilly's day off and she was bored in the afternoon she decided to visit Shield Inc. headquarters. Maybe she could pick Dean up. Plus, she wanted to send the message out to him, that she wouldn't make this thing they had a secret.

She stepped out of the elevator and found Claire and Seth talking and giggling at the front desk. They didn't even notice her approach.

"Since when are you two so cozy?" she asked and they both stepped two hasty steps back from each other. Claire was surprisingly the first one to recover from the shock. "Lilly! What are you doing here? It is so good to see you! How are you doing?"

"I am fine." Lilly walked over to hug Claire. "I am here to pick Dean up actually."

"Dean? As in…Dean Ambrose? Our kooky brother?" Seth asked from behind and Lilly turned around towards him.

"Be nice. He saved my life." Lilly slapped him across the chest. "Plus he is a good man."

Dean was on his way out when he heard Lilly's voice in the foyer. He stopped and listened to Seth comment, giving a damn about it. But when Lilly slapped his friend for the teasing and even stated that he was a good man, something happened inside of him. His heartbeat accelerated. Because what she told them was the truth, at least to her. He could only detect sincerity in her voice.

She was really serious about him. And like he said this morning. It scared him. She didn't know him, didn't know the secrets he hid from the world. Maybe she would turn her back on him if she knew. Well, it was time to tell her and find out, before this became too serious to walk away from without a completely broken heart.

"What are you doing here man?" Roman asked behind him and he flinched. He never flinched! No one could sneak up on him! Damn. "Shut up!" he growled and walked into the foyer and when Lilly saw him she smiled.

"I'll be damned." Seth muttered under his breath when he saw Dean's face lighten up as well.

"I am out." Roman said and put his folder with the outgoing mail on Claire's desk. "Thank you. Have fun Roman."

"I am having a business dinner with Dani. It is work." he tried to explain but Claire just smiled widely and he left her muttering to himself something about nosey secretaries.

"Dean, I am really sorry to bother you, but I need those expenses reports by next week." Claire cut in because Dean and Lilly just faced each other, her smiling, he looking pleased.

"Yeah, yeah, you will get them by Monday. I am off. Behave you two. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Claire blushed and Seth turned away swearing. Dean grabbed Lilly's hand and walked her to the elevators.

"How did this happen between those two?" she asked Dean. "Hell if I know. I returned from my trip and they were sending out those vibes. You know? That they did it. Finally! But they are back to circling each other I guess."

"They were pretty cozy when I walked in on them. I bet they still shag."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Maybe. Maybe you are right. So what do you want for dinner?"

Lilly grabbed his hand and held on to it, even when he tried to pull it away.

"I am a good cook actually and I thought I would fix us something. I thought about creamy chicken on linguine for a start."

Dean was quiet for the longest time. "I am a terrible cook and I rarely cook myself. No one ever cooked something just for me. No one. Ever." He looked at her. "Chicken and pasta sounds like a dream to me." he finally told her and squeezed her hand.

Dean entered Lilly's apartment and looked around. It was homey and cozy and felt alive. Much different than all of his hideouts. To his surprise it didn't feel stuffed or tawdry even though there were personal items all around. Frames and plants and other little stuff. It just felt homey.

Lilly was in the kitchen. She had left him to himself, giving him time to explore on his own.

He finally entered the small kitchen where Lilly prepared the chicken.

"I have some wine over there. Pick one you like and open it, would you?" He walked over and picked a red wine randomly. He opened it to let it breathe for a while.

"Listen Lilly, I should probably be drunk for this. Or maybe I should wait till after dinner. But I like that you are busy over there, because I can't really look at you with what I am about to tell you."

Lilly looked at him. "What would that be?"

"I want to tell you about my past. I think you need to know before we really start this. There are reasons why certain people think of me as a lunatic, as an irresponsible asshole. And I want you to know so you can decide for yourself. Just…keep working, okay? It's easier for me that way."

"I understand. Okay. I work, you talk."

Dean brushed a hand through his hair.

"My mother died when I was just a couple of month old. I have no memories of her. My father had to take care of me on his own. We were living in a shabby apartment in Brooklyn. He was working 10-12 hours a day to pay the bills. Or rather…to pay for his alcohol. He was an alcoholic. The older I became the more violent he became. One night it must have been extremely bad. I was 3 or 4…the reports say I was 3. He beat me and I cried and cried for hours until the neighbors called the police.

Two uniforms showed up, and talked to my father. He was good at hiding his addiction and at hiding what he did to me.

One uniform came into my room and picked me up. He tried to calm me down, told me about his brave little boy at home who never cried. His name was David Lopez." Lilly looked over at him. "Yes, he is the Chief now. Back then he was a spineless asshole. He should have taken me away from that bastard that night, but he just put me back into my bed and they left. And hell started the day after that.

I became the punching bag for my father and he was constantly drunk and I tried to become invisible to him. One night when I was ten he passed out on the couch and suffocated on his own puke.

I stood in the doorway and watched it happen. I didn't do a thing. I watched it until he became very quiet. And still. I waited another 30 minutes but he never moved again. Only then did I pick up the phone and called 911.

An ambulance and the cops arrived. Guess who was with them? A young detective named Lopez. He knew that my father beat me, he knew it for the past 7 years! And he looked into my eyes and he knew I could have helped him but didn't. I guess he felt a little guilty for not helping me all those years back and he let it slide.

I was put into the system. I was put in a group home and was never adopted. In high school I became friends with Roman. He was the football quarterback, and so out of my league. I wasn't into sports but I don't know. Roman would not give up to become my friend. He was one class above me and he covered more than once for me, because I was one angry teenager back then and pulled pranks and shit. It was not funny. Roman had some friends. Two siblings. Daniel and Danielle. Danielle was in Romans class, Daniel in mine. Danielle and Roman were a thing the last year in high school. They graduated and left for college.

Leaving Daniel and I and a couple of other guys to ourselves.

A week before graduation we got drunk. Really, really drunk. Daniel's parents had a pool in the garden and we made a bet. We would swim in that pool until only one was left in the water. The other 3 guys gave up soon. But Daniel and I we would swim for over an hour. I was so determined to win, too stubborn to give up and Daniel was the same. He cramped at one point and went under pretty quickly. The other 3 guys were passed out outside and I thought he was pulling a prank on me so I put round after round in. I was still so very drunk. I noticed too late that he didn't come up. I honestly didn't." Dean stopped and took the wine bottle, filling two glasses and drank his out in one gulp.

"When I noticed that it wasn't a prank, that no one could hold air that long I dived after him and pulled him up, yelling to my friends to pull him out. They did and 911 was called but they couldn't bring him back. He was dead. Police showed up, Homicide. A Lieutenant Lopez. I recognized him instantly and he recognized my name as well. We talked, I was a suspect for a while. But one of my friends wasn't really passed out he told them what happened.

Danielle and her parents though, they blamed me. So Lieutenant Lopez advised me to leave town after graduation. Because I had fucked up enough lives he told me. I had to learn some rules. He gave me a flyer from the military and left. Roman was back from College for the funeral and we spend the night after the funeral together on a park bench. I was looking at that stupid flyer and Roman took it away from me. Military, huh? Damn, my courses at College are boring as hell. I am no lawyer material. Maybe I should try this out. And a day after my graduation we left for the military together. We went through everything together and when we both applied for BUDS training. There we met another young soldier…Colby Lopez. He was the spitting image of his father. You know him as Seth Rollins. The world is really small. And I tried to hate him, but I couldn't. We became brothers back then, joined a SEAL Team together. Can you imagine the joy his father had when he found out that his boy was friends with the fucked up teenager he knew? Can you imagine that Dani broke up with Roman after what had happened because he choose to stick by my side? The Chief and Dani both hate my guts. The Chief knows or thinks he knows that I let two people die before I was even 19 years old. Dani thinks that I should have been convicted. She hates the fact that she is constantly in contact with Roman because…of their past. She hates the fact that her boyfriend decided to watch my back. I admit, I let my father die, but not Daniel. I was too drunk and too stupid to notice anything. I blame myself each day for his death. In the Navy killing came easy to me. A little too easy maybe. They used me for Black Ops soon. Pulled me away from my team, sometimes Seth and Roman were with me, and send us on missions. Sanctioned killings for the government. That's what I do till today. I guess when you are ten and watch your father suffocate with not a single hint of remorse, something is wrong inside of you. That's why I tell you I am broken Lilly. I am a killer for the government on the one hand because I have that in me. On the other hand I am a bodyguard because I let my friend die once, and I will protect people if I can to make it up somehow. But in the end all the good I do can will never outweigh the bad things I have done."

Dean became quiet and Lilly was steering the water for the pasta. When she turned towards him she had tears in her eyes, some were probably in the water.

Wordlessly she walked over to him and hugged him so fiercely and hurt his wound on his back but he didn't complain. He enjoyed this fierce hug and closed his eyes. "Walk away while you can." He mumbled.

"I can't and I won't. Redeem yourself by taking care of me." "I do, I did. Do you plan to get into any more dangerous situations?" "Who knows? Dean…Jon….I will not go anywhere. Thank you for telling me your story. And honestly, I don't know how you stayed as sane as you are. And don't tell me that killing comes easy for you. It doesn't. Look at your nightmares. Your PTSD. If you want to hang on to that little piece of sanity inside of you, you need to stop working for them. Plus it would kill me if something happens to you. Think about it. You did enough good for your country. It's time to move away and do something good here. You have a job here, you have friends. And me. A life in the making. There is no need for you to go out there to get killed anymore. Please think about it."

"I will." He mumbled. "Good." Lilly went back to the food and something came to her mind.

"What is Roman's real name? And what is his constant connection to Dani?" Dean grinned. "Leati Joseph Anoa'i. Joe. And about that connection? You will find out soon enough."

"That is so confusing. How should I call you all?" "Roman, Seth and Dean. I want you to call me Dean, because Jon is a fuck up. Only call me Jon when we make love and I bury myself into you."

Lilly looked over. Dean's eyes were heated and she grinned. "You liked that. And I'll call you Jon when you strangle me next time." Dean became serious. "That won't happen ever again. If it does I will cut off my hands. I will even consider looking for help with my…problem. Just to keep you safe."

"I am safe when I am with you Dean. I never felt safer in my life than during these days with you."

Dean walked over and kissed Lilly. "You are too good to be true. Yet here you are, flesh and blood and breathing. And cooking for me. When is dinner ready doll?" "In a moment. Set the table, would you? Plates are there, dinnerware is there."

Dean picked some stuff and put it on the table but he was out of his element.

"I really have no fucking clue where everything goes Lilly. I am sorry. I just put it how it felt right."

Lilly looked over. "It looks about right. Knife right, fork left. You pictured using that knife on someone and your right hand is your knife hand, right?"

Dean awkwardly massaged his neck. "Yeah, I kinda did." He admitted and even blushed a little.

"Well, the chicken is dead already but it was a good association. Come here, you can help with the pasta."

He had no idea how she managed to rope him into kitchen duties but he did what she told him to do and he enjoyed her praises. They felt good and he was eager to please her. Eager to pick up new things from her. And when he put the first forkful of her food in his mouth he was pretty sure that he was falling in love with her. Because it was delicious.

Lilly watched Dean eat her meal. He wasn't wolfing it down like she had when he had brought her food back in the day when they were hiding. He was carefully chewing each bite, enjoying it if she read the expression of his face right.

At one point he became aware of the fact that she was watching him and he stopped between two bites. "This is great. You are a great cook Lilly. I would like to stop by more often for this."

Lilly beamed now. "Give me a call when you want to come over for the night and I will fix us something. But dinner means you stay the night. That's the deal."

He grinned now his mouth currently full. When he swallowed he grinned even more looking like a little chipmunk. "Dinner and sex? Doll, mark me down in your planner at least 3 days a week."

Laughing out loud Lilly agreed even though the first sex after their night on the run would be weird and maybe awkward. The adrenaline was gone, the need to feel alive was gone and there was just them and their feelings for each other. Well, she would probably find out soon enough because he was done with his dish.

"There is more if you want." she pointed out and his eyes widened. Oh come on, don't tell me you never had a second helping she thought.

Dean got up and really there was more than enough left and he helped himself to another plate.

"I never had a second helping. In foster care you got your plate and that was it. Back with my dad there was never a warm meal on the table. Occasionally he brought back a burger, cold by the time he got home because his bar was right beside the burger place and he first got the burger and then got drunk."

Lilly reached out her hand and put it over his and stroked it softly. "I don't want pity you know? I survived I am here and I am remotely sane."

"I don't pity you I admire you Jon. You maybe are not a good guy but you are the best you managed to be under the circumstances. I feel for the little boy and feel for the man who still deals with all this panned up anger. It's not pity but sympathy."

He made a face. "You are weird doll. But you can cook so I will keep up with your helper syndrome. And I stand by my word I will give this...us...a try."

"That is all I am asking for."

They finished their meal and Dean offered to clean up the plates. "This is something I can do actually. I had so much clean up duty as a punishment I am an expert."

And he was. With minimal actions, fast and efficient he cleaned their plates and she dried them. They had the kitchen cleaned in less than 15 minutes.

"Ha, never thought it would pay off to be a trouble maker but look at you. You are beaming."

"I am because I hate cleaning up." "Well no worries, that is my part then."

They retired to the living room and Lilly introduced him to something new again. They sat down, she put her head on his lap and she zapped through the TV channels. Dean didn't know what to do with his hands. He started to massage her scalp and brush his finger through her soft blonde hair. When she sighed quietly he knew that she liked this. "You have skilled hands." Lilly praised him and he grinned boyishly. "I bet I can find all you sensitive spots tonight." "I am in. If you don't find them all, you will come back tomorrow night and start from scratch."

Dean thought about this for a moment. "That's a trick bet, right? Because I would like to come back tomorrow. SO you are urging me to NOT find every sensitive spot on you tonight?"

Lilly turned in his lap, lying on her back now looking up to him. "Why rush?" she asked seriously and he nodded. "Right, no need to rush." He leaned down and kissed her soft lips.

In the following weeks Dean spend more evenings with Lilly than not. He liked her cozy little apartment and the fact that he could really catch some good night's sleep with her by his side was a nice bonus. And some sex. Which was nice as well.

Currently they were in bed, cuddling after their love making and Lilly talked to him softly.

"I have to make a confession Jon." She called him Jon most of the time when they were in bed, and she slipped up during the day sometimes as well. He didn't mind, he could in fact get used to it.

"About what doll?" "I stole something from you. Back when you were protecting me." Dean raised an eyebrow. "What would that be?" "Your t-shirt. The one you gave to me at your apartment. It smelled like you. I put it in my bag and took it with me." "So, it's a damn shirt, no worries." "Well, but since you seem not to have a whole lot of stuff I felt constantly bad. So I got you something."

She got up and walked over to her dresser, gloriously naked. And Dean enjoyed the view.

She opened the second drawer from the top and took out a wrapped package.

"Here. I saw it and had to get it for you." Dean looked at the package in his hand like it could blow up in his face any second.

"It's not going to explode. Promise."

He raised one eyebrow and carefully unwrapped the package. What he pulled out was a black t-shirt with a white and blue print on it, showing a howling, lonely wolf.

"It's…thank you. Lilly, thank you." He told her and looked up at her. Lilly put her hand to her mouth when she saw his eyes. "Please tell me this is not your first gift." "Do the strippers and beers count that the guys got me for my birthdays?" he asked, only half joking.

Lilly shook her head. She couldn't wrap her head around the fact, that Dean experienced so much with her for the first time.

"I didn't know ..Jon. I wouldn't have…" "No, I like it. I love it in fact. It is thoughtful and it fits not just in size but the theme as well. Lonely wolf. But I am glad that I found myself a mate." He got up, naked as well and hugged her. "Thanks Lilly." "Yeah, well, there is more." She took the t-shirt from him and walked back to the dresser. "I am not completely sure about this…well I am sure…but I don't know what you will say. I thought we could put the shirt into this drawer here. I emptied it for you. And you can bring some things over for you to change. I live so close to the office it would be stupid to go back and forth for you."

Dean swallowed. It should be comical. Them standing there naked in the bedroom, talking. But the topic was much too serious for him.

"I heard a drawer is a pretty big thing." He said slowly.

"No, we don't have to make a big deal out of it. It's practical. You can stay here longer in the morning. And you are like 3 minutes away from work."

"Yeah, I can see the fucking tower from the bed. Great." he joked.

"Yeah, well. But it is practical. The drawer is yours. You are welcome to leave some stuff here."

He walked up to Lilly and hugged her, again. "Don't play it down. I know this is a pretty big thing for you. For me as well. And I don't want to see it just under a practical aspect but for what this gesture really is supposed to say. Thanks Lil. And I will leave some stuff here. Honestly, all my stuff fits in there." And this time he wasn't even joking. Okay, maybe it would fit in two drawers but that was it.

"You are welcome to put in there as much as you like. If you need some hanger space I can give you that as well. What's mine is yours Dean. Get comfortable here. And…" she grabbed into the drawer, thinking since this all went so well she could knock him to his feet with this last gesture.

"Don't ring the bell anymore. I know you do it only because it's custom and that you could get in here in ten seconds if you wanted to, but maybe you can use this instead."

She pressed a key into his hand. "And you thought it's a good idea to unload all of this in one sitting on me?" "Yes, I needed to get this off my chest."

"Well, I'll take the key. And I will put a new lock into your door. I really hate the old one. Since you told me to get all comfortable here and stuff. And I work for a security company I have an image to uphold."

Lilly smiled. "Do that. It's thoughtful. Thank you. For everything Dean."

"I thank you Lilly. And now let me point out that the next time we have such an important conversation that I want to wear at least a pair of jeans."

Lilly laughed out loud. "I didn't even feel uncomfortable but now that you point that out…lets go to bed."

~The End (of part one)

A/N: That was Dean's story. Thank you all for reading it until now.

Next will be Seth story! The story will be titled: Shield Inc.: Revenge of the Architect!

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