A/N: A little something something requested by an anon on Tumblr: Dean Ambrose/OC "Well don't you look lovely, all covered in blood."

Happy Halloween!

"Push! Puuuuuush! You're doing so good, you're almost there!"

I smiled at the woman encouragingly, willing her on through the last few seconds, knowing that the exhaustion written on her face would soon transform into blissful happiness. She squeezed her eyes shut, gritting her teeth, and gave that last push, the one that would change her life forever. Yes, watching others give birth apparently turns me into a giant cheeseball.

Working quickly, I caught her baby and wiped away all of the beautiful goo covering his tiny little body. He was then placed on his Mommy's chest to be loved and snuggled.

"Thank you so much, Emily," she smiled. Her words were directed at me, but she only had eyes for her little man.

"You're very welcome. Now enjoy your time with him, just press the call button if you need me."

As the after-care team got to work, I slipped out and headed toward the scrub room. I loved my job, it was truly my passion. I got to welcome new people into the world practically every day of the week, and how badass was that? Glancing down at myself, I grimaced. Okay, being covered in the products of birth wasn't a great look, but I had just helped Grace meet her baby, on Halloween, my favourite holiday. It was a solid night's work.

"Well don't you look lovely, all covered in blood."

That voice.

What was he doing here…?

"Dean?"

"The one and only."

"I thought you were going to the zombie bar crawl."

"I did. The bar's right next door, I thought I'd swing by and see how things are going. I take it all of that," he gestured at my blood spattered scrubs, "means it's been a good night?"

I smiled in spite of myself, "Yep. We just delivered a healthy baby monster."

"Niiiiiice," he grinned, offering me an air high five.

"And I take it all of that," I pointed at the ghoulish paint covering his face, "means that you're enjoying yourself?"

"Yep! Beer, costumes and peanuts. What more could a guy want on Halloween? Well, I can think of one more thing that would make this night the best."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"A kiss…" he murmured, stepping a little closer. I mirrored him, getting up on the balls of my feet, more than happy to grant that wish.

"…after you scrub up," he finished, pinching my cheek and dodging out of my reach.

"I never knew you were scared of blood," I muttered, shooting him a death glare as I flounced over to the scrub room.

He was the best. I was in way too deep with this guy. I loved everything about him – his eyes, his big arms, even his fucking dimples. He made me melt in the most awesome way. He came to visit me while working a night shift, knowing how much I loved this holiday. The boy knew how to earn major brownie points.

Returning to the hallway, I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall. "Do I meet your approval now?" I asked sarcastically, finding it really difficult to maintain my faux-annoyance when faced with his chipmunk cheeks.

He sauntered over to me and sniffed at my hair because that's just such a Dean thing to do. "You'll do," he announced, nuzzling me gently.

"Gee, thanks," I snorted, rolling my eyes and maintaining my defensive stance.

"I got you flowers," he whispered, tilting my chin up so that I had to meet his eyes.

He whipped said flowers out from behind his back, presenting them with a flourish.

"Oh my gosh, they're beauti-…they're from Grace's room! Did you just steal from a new Mom?"

"What? You help her push the little tater tot out, but she gets all the flowers? Bullshit."

How could I argue with that logic, coupled with the dimples that will probably lead to my downfall?

"I love you," I sighed, my stomach dropping when I realised what I had just said.

An interminable silence followed my declaration, during which I considered throwing myself down the laundry chute, purely as a means of escaping the awkwardness.

"Em." He spoke my name so softly, so gently that I had to look up at him. "I love you too," he breathed against my lips before taking them in a firm, passionate kiss.

I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck, elated that he felt the same way. "Thank God for that!"

He circled an arm around my waist, holding me snugly against him. "Happy HalloDean, babe…now let's go find a janitor's closet and you can ride my monstrously big penis to celebrate."

Well, I was legally required to take my breaks...