(for story info, see Chapter 1)

Chapter 12: Battleground

-The "Talk"-

They really needed to talk. At the moment however, talking is the last thing on their minds. Unless "fuck", "faster", "harder" and "oh my god" are parts of the conversation. Unless long drawn out moans and whimpers are codes for deep discussion.

Clothes litter the hallway all the way to just about inside Roman's master bedroom. The A/C maybe on but the air inside the room is so heated that a thin layer of sweat covers the bodies that currently occupy the California King sized bed. Roman's large tan hand grip Dean's rolling hips so tightly that there is no doubt about bruises showing up later. The eye fucking that is going between them is just as intense as the actual fucking. Blonde tendrils sway in time with Dean's lustful ride. Bounce, bounce, bounce. Her fingers curling to the flesh of Roman's pecs, leaving reddened impressions. His grunts mix with her sighs.

She leans forward, crashing their lips together in a messy, hurried kiss. They moan simultaneously as their tongues slide against the other. So close but yet reluctant to get there. A growl comes from the Samoan man as he rolls his and Dean's body over. He nips at her sweat slick neck as he thrusts in and out of her willing body. Long legs wrap around his waist, trying to bring him closer, to prolong this euphoric high. Dean begs for more and he smirks. Who is he to deny that type of request? An extra hard thrust is rewarded with a gasp and nails raking down his muscular back. It just urges him on.

Yes, Roman and Dean need to talk. But it can wait for later.

-Delivery-

His slim fingers tap against the steering wheel rapidly. His brown eyes gaze out of the window at the greenery before him. He lets out a shaky breath, his nerves even more out of whack. Bo Dallas was right about the magic. Bray's skills are glaringly more advanced than his. Bo found himself at times wanting to give up. None the less, he did state to Seth that the only reason he got involved was because of Dean. So he pushed himself and was able to kick out a counter spell.

A loud thump to his passenger side door causes the man to flinch. Wild eyes look lover to see Seth Rollins' smirking face through the window. Bo narrows his eyes as he unlocks the door and watches Seth slide into the seat next to him.

"You have a really screwed up sense of humor, Rollins." Bo mumbles.

"You need to relax." Seth tells him.

"You do know that I could throw you without lifting a single finger."

"But you won't do it. You know I'm helping Dean. And you like her."

"Him."

Before the conversation gets completely off the rails, Bo reaches into the center console then pulls out a small brown felt bag. He hands it over to Seth. Seth gives him a lingering unsure gaze before taking the bag from him. He opens it then takes out a small cork capped vial that contains a tinted green liquid.

"This is it?"

"Yes. Make sure that Dean drinks all of it. Not a single drop is wasted or the elixir will not work." Bo instructs him. "Because that is all I could make."

"Huh? This is all of it?"
Bo nods. He doesn't feel the need to go into details as to why. Seth looks at the vial again. Definitely can't mess this up. Not this time.

"Thank you, Bo," he says. "Thank you for all your help."

A moment later and Seth is out of the truck and on his way to Dean. Bo lays his forehead on the steering wheel while gripping it tightly with his hands. A second later, he lets lout a slow breath as his shoulders slump. Endeavors such as these were always draining on the young man. It wasn't that Bo couldn't make more of the elixir. It's really not about being out of practice either. Spell Casting in his family comes with a price-the soul. The more casting, the more of the soul goes to the bad side. That's why Bo plays a bad guy unlike Bray who actually is one. Bray got greedy; he wanted power and was willing to do anything for it. If big brother ever found out what Bo did-

Glass breaking followed by a blood curdling scream followed by silence.

-The Reunion-

Roman stands off the side, out of camera view, watching Dean as she does a backstage interview with Renee. More and more of the familiar Ambrose attitude shines through as Dean goes into detail as to what she will do to Seth when they lock up in the ring. Even her appearance is vintage Ambrose: a black leather jacket over a grey tank top. Fitted blue denim jeans and well worn tactical boots. Both hands are tapped as usual. And those water drenched unruly blonde curls on her head. A smile dances on Roman's handsome face as he thinks back to their previous conversation.

"Marry me."

Dean lifts her head from Roman's chest. Her face contorts into an unreadable expression.

"What?"

"Marry me." Roman repeats.

Just as the blonde is about to reply, Roman speaks again. "I don't care. I love you. I want you in my life forever. And if anyone has a problem with it, I'll kick their asses."

That declaration brings a soft laugh from Dean. She leans down then places a quick peck in the center of his tattooed pec.

"So what do you say Ambrose?"

The big man's fingers card gently through Dean's hair as he awaits a reply. Fortunately for him, it wasn't a long wait.

"Yeah."

Dean looks up and this time places a kiss on his lips. Roman shows his joy by wrapping his arms around her and deepening the kiss.

The interview is finally finished. Dean starts to head over to her fiancé. Not in a million years did she think that someone would want to spend forever with her…him. Yes, him. After tonight, Dean goes back to being his old self. To be honest, a part of him will miss Deana. They shared a lot of stuff in a short amount of time. Yet he misses his old self more. And he can't wait to move forward with Roman.

Roman and Dean share a brief smile before Roman becomes concern when she stops walking toward him and an uncertain look crosses her face. Her focus is on something over his shoulder. He slowly spins around to follow her line of sight. When he discovers the target, Roman doesn't even try to conceal his detest. Yet, he keeps it on simmer because he knows that Seth is here to help Dean.

"Hey Roman." Seth says. He could tell by Roman's hard stare at him that he is not welcome.

"Hey Seth." Dean walks over and places herself between her ex-stablemates. If she hadn't she was sure that Roman would have made a grab for Seth.

"Let's go to my dressing room." Seth tells them. His body becomes a little more tense the longer he looks at Roman. "It'll be more private."

"Of course." Roman replies. The sooner they get this over with, he thinks, the sooner Seth can fuck off.

They follow Seth to his private dressing room. Any other time Dean would let Roman have at Seth, but now she is hoping that he keeps his anger in check. At least until after her match with the man with the two toned hair. After that they can deal with the betrayal issue. No way Seth is getting the pass on that!

Seth is the first to speak once everyone is secured in the private dressing room.

"I found a way to reverse Bray's spell."

"What?" Roman and Dean both say in awe.

"How?" Dean questions further.

"Bo Dallas."

"Bo? Oh right! But I didn't think-"

"And you all of a sudden thought about that?" Roman cuts in. He crosses his arms as his surprise turn to accusation. "Wouldn't that have been plan number one? It's not like it's a secret that they are-"

"Due to the circumstances, it's not I was thinking clearly in the beginning." Seth shoots back.

"Right. It didn't benefit you. You couldn't hit anyone in the back with it."

"HEY!" Dean's voice echoes in the room. She really doesn't have time for this pissing contest. "Where is it, Seth?"

Seth backs down his defense to take care of Dean. This is about her anyway. He can't believe that Roman tried to make it about the betrayal. Even he thought that was a dick move on his part. Another subject for another time. Seth then hands over the small felt bag to Dean. "It's not much of it. Bo's instructions were that you had to drink it all for it to work."

The blonde takes the bag then removes the vial. "I can drink it now?" she asks.

"I guess so." Seth replies with a shrug. "Bo didn't say how long it would take before we get results."

This is it. This is the moment. Dean Ambrose goes back to being a man. This rollercoaster will be finally over. So why does she feel nervous as fuck? Her worried blue eyes slide over to Roman.

"Whatever you decide, baby," He walks up to her and places he hand gently on her cheek. "I got you no matter what."

Seth looks away, the moment feels too intimate. It's obvious that his ex-stablemates became close during this ordeal. It makes him feel…actually he doesn't know how to feel about it.

"Thank you, Seth."

Dean's voice jolts him out of his thoughts. "Welcome." Seth answers. "I'm really sorry for even causing this." Brown eyes glance over to the former muscle of The Shield. He's greeted with the same hard expression from earlier.

The popping of the cork stopper moves their attention to Dean. She does a quick Sign of the Cross before drinking down all of its contents. She cringes at the sour taste that hits he tongue and slides down her throat. Roman and Seth watch her for signs of any change. Two minutes pass and results are the same.

"How do you feel?" Roman inquires.

"Um." Dean shrugs as she eyes the vial, making sure that the contents are all gone. "I feel the same. It tasted awful though."

Roman turns his grey stormy gaze to Seth. Seth ignores it, keeping his attention on Dean.

"Guess it takes a while." He says.

Another interlude of uneasiness follows. Dean looks warily between Roman and Seth. Roman stares down the smaller man. From his tense demeanor, he is clearly not happy with the results. Dean has to do something before this goes south really quickly.

"Look, Seth." Dean steps in front of Roman to prevent him for possibly swinging. "Thanks man. See you in the ring."

"Yeah. You're welcome." Seth says. His gaze doesn't move away from Roman. He's not going to let the big man intimidate him.

Stubborn asses. Pretty blue eyes roll at the postures. Dean grabs Roman's hand as she starts to walk out of the room. She frowns, however, when her boyfriend doesn't take the hint and follow her.

"Rome." She squeezes his hand to get his attention.

"Thank you, Seth. " Roman doesn't want to be indebted to Seth in anyway. He caused this mess, just like he caused the other one. Why should this selfish motherfucker get any praise?

Another tug, this time more urgent that the previous one. The Samoan takes the clue. He finally follows Dean out if the dressing room. When the door is closed behind them, Seth lets out a hard, exaggerated sigh of relief. He runs his fingers through his loose dark brown waves as he takes a seat on the leather couch. Please let this mess be over.

-The Showdown-

The following contest is scheduled for one fall….

"You ready?"

"Yeah."

"Dean?"

"Yeah, Rome?"

"I love you."

The reply comes in the form of a breath stealing, soul infusing kiss. Strong arms wrap around the smaller body, enveloping it in a loving warmth.

From Davenport, Iowa. Weighing in at 217lbs…The 2014 Money in the Bank winner, Seth Rollins!

The jeers and detest the WWE Universe has for the former Architect of the Shield just rolls off of him now. Besides they don't know the real reason. They don't know what goes gin behind the curtain. At the conclusion of this, Seth hopes that there is some forgiveness. Not just from Dean. Not just from Roman. From himself.

From Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing in at 225lb. Dean Ambrose!

Sure the visual doesn't match the description. So what! Dean Ambrose is Dean Ambrose, male or female. Still the kid form Cincy with a roughed up past hat dug himself out with wrestling dreams. Wrestling dreams that became concrete. Now look at him-in the biggest wrestling organization in the world. Dean went the unconventional route and despite some hellish roadblocks, he doesn't regret any of it. Game time. Let's go.

-Bumps in the Dark, Pt 1-

Where's Jimmy?

That question has been running through Jey's head for the past fifteen minutes. It doesn't take that long to get some damn bottled water! Unless Jimmy's with Naomi. If that boy is trying to get some cookie…

A soft grumble leaves his mouth as Jey jumps up from the bench then quickly leaves the locker room. As he moves through the bustling backstage area, he inquire about his twin's whereabouts. Ever lead unluckily comes up empty. He even calls Jimmy's and Naomi's cell phones but both go to voicemails. Where are they?

BUMP

The noise catches Jey's attention just as he passes by a hallway opening. He listens for it again along with peering down the hall.

BUMP

That time, it is louder. Maybe someone's working down there? The Uso shrugs it off, about to return to his search when he hears something else a little more noticeable. Something that sends a chill down his spine.

Uce…

"Jimmy?" he whispers. It sounds like him. Like he was in trouble.

Jey spins around then takes off down the hall. If Jimmy's in trouble, then he needs to get to him fast! He gets to the end then notices that the halls takes a sharp right. Without a second thought, he makes the turn…then skids to a stop. His brown eyes grow wide in horror. A trail of what looks like blood goes the length of the hallway then through a pair of doors.

"No, no, no, no…" Jey mumbles as he shakes his head. In his mind, he's praying that this doesn't belong to Jimmy.

"Uce!" This time the voice is coming from the other side of the doors.

"Jimmy!"

Jey propels his feet forward, through the trail of blood then burst through the doors.

-Fight Me-

The air is knocked out of his lungs when his back crashes into the mat.

"Come on, Rollins!" she screams, spit shooting out of her mouth. One of the many taunts yelled at him since the start of the match.

Sure it's all for show at this point. The issue are all mostly resolved. Once Dean goes back to being a man, things go back to where they once stood right? Then why is Seth holding back? He's been in the ring with Dean numerous times. What's so different about this one?

Seth rolls onto his side then gets to his knees. Before he can push himself to his feet, Seth is grabbed by his double colored locks then pie-faced to the mat.

"Aww what's the matter, Sethie?" Dean mocks. "Can't fight a girl?"

"Fuck you, Dean…" Seth grunts in retort. He jumps to his feet finally then clotheslines Dean right out of the ring. She lets out a surprised squawk as she tumbles over the top rope. She hits the outside mat with a dull smack. The crowd is relentless with its disapproval. Then again, to their eyes, they see Seth Rollins beating up on a girl. Seth rolls out of the ring, walks over to Dean and then grabs her by the hair.

"Stop antagonizing me!" He hisses at her.

"Stop being a weak bitch then!"

Wait. Was that… the voice! It throws Seth for a bit. The raspy, sandpaper roughness….is it happening right now?

Next thing Seth knows, he's being thrown shoulder first into the steel steps.

"Fight me, asshole…not asking again!"

That time, there is no doubt as to what is happening. The ex-Shield member smirks in delight despite the pain in his shoulder. "Alright Ambrose. I'll fight you. Let's do this!"

-Bump in the dark Pt 2-

Naomi looks away from the monitor. She and the rest of the Divas are watching Dean and Seth's match. She goes to the locker room to retrieve her cell phone to check her messages. She sees that she has two unread messages for Jey. Just as she is about to respond, she gets a text from Jimmy.

Jimmy: baby meet me outside

Naomi: Outside where? Jey's looking for you.

Jimmy: baby meet me outside

Now the Diva is confused. Didn't he just ask her that?

Naomi: You just asked me that. Where outside? Go find Jey first. He's looking for you.

Jimmy: baby meet me outside

Jimmy: baby meet me outside

Jimmy: baby meet me outside

Naomi rolls her eyes and shakes her head as she locks her phone. "He needs to stop playin'."

She goes in search of her husband so that she can give him a piece of her mind. Just as she reaches an exit, she spots a familiar orange t-shirt among the chaos backstage.

"Jimmy!" Naomi calls out over the noise.

The person in orange stops for a second before continuing on their journey. Naomi starts to follow, calling Jimmy's name out again in the process. She tries to keep the orange shirt in her sights as she waves her way through the area. When the person makes a direction change and goes down a side hallway, the former dancer makes a dramatic sigh in frustration.

When she finally rounds the exact corner, her sneakers make a squeak that echoes in the small space. Her brown eyes narrow while her lips form a slight pout. The hallway is empty. She could have sworn she saw Jimmy go this way. Naomi throws her hands up, clearly annoyed with this charade. As she turns to head back, she hears her name being called. It sounds like Jimmy!

"Baby?" Naomi walks slowly down the hall.

"Baby meet me outside."

That was what Jimmy's text message said.

"Jimmy? Baby stop playing."

At the end of the hall is a right corner.

"Baby meet me outside." The voice says again.

This situation is giving off all kinds of bad vibes. This is way too extra to be a joke. It wasn't funny anyway. Naomi continues around the corner. This hallway isn't as long as the previous one. At the end of it is a set of double doors. She pauses. She needs a moment to calm her nerves. After a brief pep talk she walk through. She flinches at the click the doors make when they close behind her. Instantly she's is enveloped in darkness, the kind that makes the hair on your neck stand. At the end of the path, however, is a dim source of light. Also at the end of the path are two figures wearing what looks to be orange t-shirts.

"Oh my god…" Naomi breathes out in relief. She carefully makes her way to them. "I love y'all but this joke was not funny. Why-"

Feet sputters to a stop and chocolate eyes widen as a hand is slapped over a mouth to muffle a scream. You see, Naomi indeed found her husband Jimmy and his twin Jey. Two identical bodies posted up against the wall. Eyes frozen. Necks sliced. Crimson added to the bright orange.

Last thing Naomi sees before it all goes dark.

-Full Circle-

Meanwhile, the ring are the area around it are in total disaster. Black steel folding chairs are tossed around. Broken kendo sticks litter the ring. There's even a broken table. Right now, Dean is dragging Seth over to the commentator's table. As the match wore on, more of true Dean's personality came through. She became more aggressive in her movements. Her trash talk was more explicit, extremely close to mirroring Dean's Indy days. But Seth was right there giving it back. Dean wants this and in a way, so does Seth. Because it's showing the Authority member the results of Bo's counter spell.

Dean growls loudly as she heaves Seth's body on top of the table. She climbs on as well then grabs the other wrestler to set him up for a powerbomb. Just as she is about to lift him up, Seth gather up some strength to reverse the move. Dean is flipped over Seth. She crashes so hard into the table that it collapses! The crowd is going wild over the spot! Both wrestlers lay over the wreckage. The commentators that had scrambled during the setup, now return and relay their excitement to the viewers at home.

After some time, Seth is the first to move. He turns onto his side; his breathing is labored. He glances down at Dean through squinted eyes. His brain is trying to process what he's seeing. Did Dean get bigger? Not like fat, but in muscle. She looks less curvy. Oh no. This match is has to end now.

Seth crawls over to Dean. Her-no his-chest moves up and down as he takes in deep breaths. Blue eyes look up but it's clear that he's out of it. Seth strains to get to his feet while pulling Dean to his. They manage to get to the ring apron. It takes a couple of tries, but the younger man gets his opponent into the ring then himself.

"Come on you piece of shit!" he harshly yells out. Maybe that was a little unnecessary. Then again, a part of Seth still blames Dean for causing him problems.

Seth lifts Dean to his feet, yet he's hunched over. He gives him a fleeting glance before bouncing off the rope, then as he rebounds he jumps up with his leg raised. Of course he would go for his finisher, the Curb Stomp. But before Seth can bring his foot down onto Dean's exposed neck, Dean suddenly takes a quick step back! As Seth comes down, he's countered with a kick to the gut that doubles him over. His arms are hooked behind him. The WWE Universe roaring cheers buzz in Seth's ears as he is dropped to the mat then pinned for the 1-2-3.

She did it! Dean beat Seth! The riff from the opening of her entrance theme blares through the arena. The crowd's enthusiasm adds to the atmosphere. She removes herself from atop of Seth's body. She tries to stand, however, her body is so worn out that she only manages a few steps before stumbling then falling into the ropes. Throughout the match, Dean could feel the elixir working. It felt like her body was being pulled apart then rebuilt. Everything that made her "Deana" was being kicked to the side. At times during the match it was difficult to control her own body. Her. Should probably go back to saying his now.

Dean drops down to the mat then rolls out of the ring. He doesn't even give Seth another look. The brawler gets a few steps up the ramp before a wave of dizziness washes over, causing him to lose his footing. A low groan escapes Dean as he lies down and places his face onto the cool metal. A few seconds later, he feels himself being lifted and a familiar warmth surrounding him. Blue unsteady eyes look up into worried grey ones.

"Rome…"

"I got you." Strong arms hold him close and carry him away from the noise.

Seth watches roman carry Dean to the back. A faint smile rest on his lips as he turns his head to look up at the arena lights. A lot of explaining and eating a lot of crow will be happening soon. After a while, he slowly sits up. The referee asks if he needs assistance. Seth waves him off as he gets to his feet under his own power. He makes his way up the ramp, tuning out the crowd noise to instead her his own thoughts. All he wants at this point is a hot shower. When he gets to the back, he doesn't even hear the small applause sent his way. It's an agonizing walk but he finally makes it to his private dressing room.

Seth reaches out for the doorknob when out of nowhere the door is yanked open. He gasps sharply as a large hand reaches out, grabs him by the neck then pulls him in. He goes falling to the floor as the door slams shut.

"You should learn to not send innocent lambs to do your dirty work, Mr. Rollins."

And that's when he sees it. A croak exits his mouth and his brown eyes widen in dismay. He scrambles backwards until his naked back smacks the door. Hanging from the ceiling like morbid marionettes are four bloodied, lifeless bodies: Jimmy, Jey, Naomi, Bo. Standing in front of them, wearing a crimson splattered butcher's apron over his clothes and wearing the most diabolical smile is Bray Wyatt. Standing silently off in opposite corners are Harper and Rowan.

How?

"You thought that you could stab me in the back like you did that savage and my darlin' Dean." Bray's voice is calm, but burns like whiskey. Seth tries to get out of the room, but the door is locked.

"You sick fuck!" the MITB winner whispers out. "Jesus…what did you do?!"

Bray walks toward Seth slowly. The sadistic smile is still plastered on his face. "Isn't it obvious, Mr. Rollins? I'm letting you know that it wasn't wise to double cross me. We made a deal and it will be honored." He reaches out and grabs a huge chunk of Seth's multicolored hair. Immediately the smaller man fights against the grip. Even more so when his frightened eyes catches the gleam off the blade of the large hunting knife.

"I need a sacrifice."

-Is it really back to normal?-

"Come on Baby. Wake up for me."

Dean softly groans. The voice sounds so far away. He feels like he's been ran over several times. Eyes lids flutter open to reveal steel blue eyes still in the process of focusing.

"There you go." Roma whispers while a smile crosses his lips. He brushes back some of the wild curls from Dean's face. "Welcome back, Dean."

Dean briefly closes his eyes as he rubs his hand over his face. "This welcome back fucking hurts like a bitc-" That's when he makes the discovery. He rubs his hand again over his cheek, this time feeling stubble. He touches his chest and feel pectorals not breast. Roman chuckles as Dean even touches there. Thank god it's back!

"It's all there." Roman tells him. "I checked."

"You checked huh." Dean chuckles. "Did you have fun?" He glances down and notices that he's wearing different clothes than from before. He then checks out the location. It looks to be a private, but small dressing room. He also notices that he's still being held by Roman. A blush creeps up on his cheeks at the intimate situation.

Roman notices Dean's reaction to the closeness. Is Dean not comfortable now that he's a guy? A part of him become scared and disappointed. What if Dean doesn't want to be with him in that way anymore? A hand touching his cheek brings his attention back to Dean.

"You still wanna do this?" The blonde asks him. "Me and you. Forever. Nothing's changed right?"

He could see the same worry reflected in Dean's face. Roman returns the touch as well as offer a reassuring smile. "Yes I do. I love you Dean. We're in this together."

To further emphasis hi statement, he leans downs and gives Dean a kiss. He hears Dean sigh before he returns the kiss. For the few precious moments, they had their own little world. The couple reluctantly break the kiss and prepare to leave. Roman tries calling his cousins but get no response. As he and Dean head for the parking lot, Roman leaves them a message. It doesn't take them long to get back to their rental car. Once it is packed, Dean turns to his fiancé.

"Thank you." he says, bright smile. Dimples on display.

"For what?" Roman asks as he puts his arms around Dean's slim waist. The gesture is so normal now. Even though Dean is now male, it's as if he done this a million times before. He pulls his body close to his, feeling right at home in this moment.

"For being there." Dean wraps his arms around Roman's neck. His fingers gently pull at his man bun.

"You're not just my best friend. You're my soulmate too."

"Okay now you're getting sappy on me."

"You started it."

"Well I'm gonna finish it, Like right now." That's when Dean guides Roman into a kiss. Roman chuckles softly as his grey eyes slide close as he returns it.

Without any warning, the kiss is broken and both men cry out in agony! Roman's eyes snap open to see Dean's face contorted in pain. He looks down to see blood staining Dean's shirt and a blade coming out of Dean's side and into his.

"Dean is mine. He will always be mine."

Roman looks lover Dean's shoulder to see a face he thought was just a bad dream.

"Fuck you, Bray!" Roman grunts. He and Dean both cry out when Bray pushes the blade in even further.

"I'm coming to collect what is rightfully mine." Bray says. "And you will not stop me."

Rome…

The blade is wrenched from Dean's and Roman's bodies and Roman is kicked to the ground. A grunt comes from the Samoan when hits the ground.

"Boys, keep that savage busy." Bray wraps his arm around Dean's waist, his hand goes right over the stab wound.

"NO!" Roman tries to scrabble to his feet, but the bloodloss is making him weak. Plus Rowan and Harper overpower him by holding him down. He can only watch helplessly as Bray carries Dean away.

"DEAN!"

DEAN!

Silver orbs look around in all directions. They don't stop until they land on steel blue skies. Hand quickly shoot out, grabbing on and lips crash together. Seconds later the kiss is broken because of a grunt.

"Roman? Did you just kiss me?"

What?

Roman looks around again, but slowly. He's in a bed-a hospital bed. Wearing a green hospital gown. He's in a hospital room. His eyes finally land back on the confused face of one Dean Ambrose.

"What happened?" the big man inquires.

Dean's confused look quickly morphs into one of amusement. "Man, they must be giving you the good shit. You don't remember anything?" When the only response from his best friends is prolonged befuddlement, he fills in the details. "Dude you were rushed to the hospital and had emergency surgery. Your hernia had to be fixed, Rome."

Roman's muggy mind stares to slowly clear. Oh. So everything else?

"Bray didn't help Seth turn you into a girl?"

Dean opens his mouth then closes it quickly, not sure as to how to respond to that. He makes a mental note to check with the doctor.

"No, Rome." Dean finally answers. " I still have all my dangly bits if you really need to know that."

Roman sighs softly as he leans back into the bed. So everything that happened was a dream. A crazy, drug induced dream. He looks over at Dean, who looks back at him with worry.

"You're gonna be okay?"

I'm not sure.

"Where are the twins and Naomi?"

"They should be on their way. They had to finish up a house show."

"And they let you come from the set?" Roman does eventually remember that Dean is in the middle of filming a movie.

A lopsided grin appears on Dean's cherub face. "Well I wasn't gonna not come see you. Fuck that!"

Roman smirks. But it then slowly falters as he remembers the kiss. And how in the dream he was so adamant in marrying his best friend. How Bray took it all away. He glances at Dean for a bit, wondering if maybe the dream is trying to tell him something.

"Um, about the kiss-" he begins.

"Don't worry about it." Dean says. "I'm not bothered by it. It's all good. I know where your mouth has been."

Right before Roman is about to respond with something witty, Dean's cell phone rings. He mumbles a curse as he quickly walks over to answer it.

"Hello? Yeah…hold on a minute." Dean tells Roman that he's going out into the hallway to handle the call. As Dean is walking out of the room, Roman notices that he's wearing a plain silver ring. That's odd, he thinks. For one, for as long as he's known Dean, he doesn't wear any jewelry except for the occasional earring. And two, the ring is on his ring finger on his left…hand.

Something on the side table grabs the big man's attention. He carefully reaches over and picks up the object. It's a ring, a simple silver band. It looks exactly like the one Dean is wearing.

"Marry me."

Dean lifts her head from Roman's chest. Her face contorts into an unreadable expression.

"What?"

"Marry me." Roman repeats.

But it was just a dream right? He notices that it has something inscribe on the inside.

"Forever in Love and Life" RR & DAR

DAR? Dean Ambrose…Reigns?

Roman lifts up his left hand. On his left ring finger is a slightly lighter patch of skin.

But it was just a dream…right?

THE END