Welcome to Chapter Sixty One and a half! I was rereading the story, editing through some of the chapters when I had the urge to write this scene from Dean's POV. It's short and sweet but I really like it.

April 14, 2014

Dean groaned as he laid in his bed staring at the ceiling. A constant throbbing of pain echoed through his body making it impossible to sleep to the point that he gave up trying. He didn't even bother getting fully undressed. In a miracle he managed to get his shirt off but he still had his black cargo pants and socks on, hell he would probably be still in his boots if it wasn't for Angel who had made sure to help each of them take off their shoes and get into bed.

Turning his head slightly, he looked at Seth who was laying in the bed across the room. He knew that his brothers were just in as much pain as he was, if not more since some of his nerves probably didn't fire right anymore.

Cursing every single one of the men who had ganged up on them today, Dean stretched out his body; Starting with his feet and ending with a nasty sounding crack of the neck.

"You still up?" Seth murmured.

"Yeah."

"How you feeling?"

"Like shit, you?"

"Same." Seth sighed as he tried to roll onto his side only to groan and give up.

"Wonder if Roman fell asleep."

"I can throw my boot at the wall." Seth said.

Dean gave a small shake of his head. "Nah, if Sleeping Beauty did manage to get some rest, I wouldn't want to be the one to wake him."

"Ture."

A steady buzzing noise came from right above Dean's head making him try to crank his neck to see whatever it was. When his eyes landed on his phone, he wondered who the hell was calling him right now. Seth was in the bed next to him. Roman could just shout or walk into the room if he really needed something.

Forcing himself to reach up and grab the thing, his eyes widened when he saw that it was Renee. Quickly he answered it. "Hello?"

"Who the hell is calling you…" Seth asked.

"Dean?" Renee sounded upset.

"Renee…"

"I know you're probably not feeling well and just want to get some rest but Angel's having a break down."

Dean's heart jumped in his chest. "What?"

"When she got to the room tonight, she looked like she had seen a ghost and said that she wanted to take a shower." Renee recounted. "She was in the shower for nearly an hour before I finally decided to check on her. She freaking out. I don't know what to do."

Dean took a deep breath and pushed himself up onto his one arm, which his ribs didn't like in the slightest. "I'll be right there."

"Thanks."

Renee hung up the phone.

"What the hell is going on?" Seth asked.

"Apparently Angel's freaking out."

"Shit." Seth ran his fingers though his hair. "We were all whining and bitching about what happened to us we didn't stop to think that Angel had to watch it all…"

Guilt hit Dean as hard as Roberto Del Rio's shoe. Seth was right. Dean was so focused on how he was feeling that he didn't even think about the fact that Angel had to go through everything with them. She had to watch it. Had to watch as her teammates got wrecked. He could just picture her standing outside the ring looking like a lost kitten with tears in her eyes.

Using all of his strength, Dean got to his feet and quickly put on his shirt and boots, well as quickly as his body would allow.

"What the hell is Angel doing?" He heard Michael Cole's voice coming from where Seth was.

Turning on his heels, he realized that Seth was looking at his phone. "Jesus Christ." Seth sighed. "Man, you have to come look at this."

Even though he didn't want to keep Angel waiting for him, he hobbled over to Seth's bed and leaned down to get a good look. On Seth's phone was a replay of what had happened, and it wasn't pretty.

His eyes shot wide and his stomach flipped as he watched as Angel was passed between the three members of Evolution like she was a rag doll. Each member took turns taunting her and making her watch as they inflicted more and more pain on the three of them.

"Wait there's more." Seth said as he rewound the video a bit to when Evolution first got into the ring. As Randy grabbed Roman and flipped him around, Angel suddenly entered frame. She ran right up to the man, standing toe to toe with him.

"E…enough!" She yelled before getting tossed about by Hunter.

I'm going to kill him.

"It's no wonder she's having a bad time of it." Seth shook his head as he paused the video on a shot of tears pour out of Angel's face. Dean started at the image. It was like the girl didn't know that she was crying, like she was in a daze. And it just made his heart thump in his chest so hard that he thought it was going to break through his bruised ribs.

"You better go check on your girl."

"Yeah." Dean nodded as he grabbed his wallet off the table. His sore body moved on its own as he made his way out of the room, to the elevator and down to Angel and Renee's room.

He bought his hand up to knock of the door, but the thing was ripped open. "Hey,"

Renee tried to give him a little smile, but it didn't work. "Hey," She stepped backwards as she adjusted the bag on her shoulder. "She's in the bathroom. I'm going to stay with a friend tonight so take your time and don't you worry about me. Just get our girl back."

He nodded as the woman snuck past him.

Get our girl back. The words echoed in his head as he turned towards the bathroom door. Seeing Renee panicked had him worrying even more about what he was about to see behind that door. Taking a deep breath, he maned up and opened it.

What he saw was enough to make him feel weak to his knees.

Angel was curled up in a ball, on top of the closed toilet lid, wearing nothing but a towel as her hair dripped and her eyes stared vacantly at the wall in front of her.

Not able to stop himself, he rushed over and wrapped his arms around her. His worry spiked as he felt how cold she was against his body.

It took a moment, but she stirred in his arms. "Dean?" She asked as she pulled back slightly.

"Didn't I tell you to not bottle this shit up?" He said not knowing what else to say to the woman right now.

"Shouldn't you be resting?" His heart pounded against his rib cage once again. Wasn't it just like her to worry more about him than about herself?

"How the hell am I supposed to be resting when I get a call that you're down here having a breakdown?"

Her eyes widened as if she didn't realize what was going on. "You didn't need to rush down here." She sniffled. "I'm alright."

He watched her as she tried to collect herself, trying to prove that she was fine. However, it wasn't the least bit convincing as he felt her shiver.

"Really?" He chuckled. "Then care to explain why you're sitting here naked, curled up in a ball while crying."

Her mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out. Gotta.

Not trying to push her anymore, he helped her stand up from the toilet and pulled her out of the bathroom. He needed to get her into some warm clothes then into bed. With that on his mind, he led her over to where her suitcase was sitting on the floor. After making sure she was ok on her own, he let go of her hand and grabbed out the first pair of underwear he found as well as a t-shirt and pair of sweats he had seen her ware to bed before.

"Where's Renee?" Angel asked as she took the clothes from him.

"She said she's going to spend the night with a friend."

He watched as her face warmed and she drew in that bottom lip of her. Damn it, Dean. He yelled at himself as he felt his blood starting to rush south.