Disclaimer: I don't own anything really... Nothing WWE related (except for the Seth Rollins ugly sweater and gingerbread ornament that Captain gave me for Christmas because she's the best friend a girl could have!) and I don't own Hello by Adele.

A/N: So this is the last chapter of this First Date from Hell...which is actually quite sad to me. Maybe if the fancy strikes, I'll revisit them and write some more one shots...

The atmosphere in the car was tense, and a heavy silence fell upon them. It was awkward to say the least.

Lynn was dreading what was about to transpire, and to further add insult to injury, Hello by Adele began to play on the radio. Either the DJ had terrible timing, or the universe was speaking to her. Lynn sighed. "So Dean, we need to talk."

Dean groaned as he began to navigate them back to Lynn's house. "I was afraid of that."

Lynn frowned. "You make it sound like an evil thing."

"Nothing ever good comes after those words…and I know that tonight was seriously horrible. "

Lynn's frown deepened, but she still nodded. "I know that it's not really your fault though. Pretty much everything that went wrong was out of our hands." She sighed. "I had fun with you…when it was just you and me, but that didn't seem to happen very often. I almost think that tonight was a sign that maybe we aren't meant to date. It seemed like nothing happened the way it was supposed to. Maybe that's the universe's way of saying that we just aren't meant to be boyfriend and girlfriend."

She paused. "I'm sorry. I really do like hanging out with you! You're great, and you make me laugh…Maybe we could still be friends. And I don't mean that in the clichéd way, but actually still be friends!"

Dean pulled into her driveway and sat, quietly for a couple of moments after Lynn finished before he said, "Yeah, I'd like that, too."

Lynn smiled. "We can start tonight if you want? We never actually got to eat, so we can cook off some frozen pizzas and watch a movie or two? Only if you want to though."

Dean grinned. "I'd like that."

Lynn mirrored his grin. "Come on then. Let's pick something out."

The two found their way into Lynn's house. Lynn prepped the pizzas while Dean dug through her movies.

"Princess Bride?"

"Sounds good to me!"

Soon enough, they were settled in, pigging out on pepperoni pizza and mouthing lines along with the characters in the movie.

About halfway through the movie, Lynn's cell phone rang. Dean put the movie on pause as Lynn answered her phone.

"Greg the farm hand," she whispered to him as she walked away, talking on the phone. A couple of minutes later, she came back into the living room. "So I guess that heifer didn't calve earlier."

Dean shrugged. "Okay?"

"So that means that she's probably really close now to calving, so I need to check on her. Do you wanna come with?"

"Sure"

Dean followed Lynn out to the barn and to a pen, where the heifer in question was waiting. He watched as Lynn walked around the cow, checking her out.

"Holy crap, she's definitely ready. See that here?" Lynn asked pointing to the cow's tail region.

Dean stepped closer to the cow and swore. "Is that normal?"

Lynn glanced at Dean and grinned. "That is her water bag and the front hooves of the calf. She's already begun. Come one, Mr. Lunatic Fringe. I might need your help."

One successful, calving later saw Lynn settling the newly born calf into a bed of hay and petting its fluffy head and ears. She stood and sighed: tired after the grueling process but content that the calf was healthy. Overall, it had been comparatively easy and quick. She just hoped that Dean wasn't too traumatized.

Dean smiled, not his signature smirk but a real smile. He walked towards where Lynn was now patting the mother heifer on the back. As she turned around slightly with one hand still on the cow, he took that as his opportunity to close the gap between them. He placed one hand on top of hers on the heifer and lowly leaned down.

He didn't say anything. At this point, words would only ruin the moment. Instead, he smiled again at her confused, wide eyed look. Closing the remaining distance between them, he kissed her in a way that seemed so unlike him: something soft, something almost tentative and shy. After what seemed like a stretch of time that was both too long and too short, he drew back, fearing that he crossed some sort of line.

Lynn's eyes were still a little wide, but she smiled. She lifted the hand that wasn't covered by Dean's and placed it on the back of his head to pull him close. Then she pressed her lips against his. After a couple of moments, they parted once again.

"That doesn't seem like something just friends would do." Dean's smirk was playing at the edges of his mouth.

Lynn grinned. "Maybe I spoke too soon about being just friends."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah, maybe it was unfair of me to call it quits so soon. Maybe we should actually try before we stay just friends."

Dean laughed. "Maybe we can actually go on a date without my idiot brothers ruining everything."

Lynn nodded up at Dean. "They mean well, but you have a point there."

Dean sighed. "I can't take them anywhere."

Lynn laughed. "No, you really can't."

"Besides," Dean said. "The way I see it, I owe you another date; one that's completely my way. A cheesy diner, more of a Ma and Pa type of place with breakfast food served 24/7. Sound good to you?"

"You know, that sounds perfect to me." Dean grinned as Lynn placed her arms around his shoulders, and he leaned forward to kiss her again.

They broke apart finally when Lynn's phone began to chirp from the barn's doorway where she had set it on a bench to protect it from the calving.

"You don't have to check that right now."

Lynn shrugged. "It might be important. With my luck, it'll be another head's up from Greg, telling me that he forgot about another heifer that's close to calving tonight."

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes dramatically. "Alright. Just make it fast, darling." He leaned back against the heifer's side, who apparently didn't appreciate being used as Dean's resting point. The heifer moo'd loudly and shuffled forward, causing Dean to fall backwards and wobble before catching himself.

"Very smooth"

Dean pulled a face at her. "I caught myself, like uh- like a cat. Nimble, on my feet."

Lynn rolled her eyes and grinned as she walked over to grab her phone. Looking at the text she received, she laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"My friend, Cayla… Apparently, she saw those pictures that the people uploaded of tonight's Date from Hell on Twitter. She's freaking out, asking me if I'm okay."

"Why wouldn't you be okay?"

Lynn's phone chirped again. "I mean, I look completely miserable in a couple of them. And apparently, she thought I was going to rip the ring rat's red hair from the roots, so she's telling me that she'll…" Lynn's eyes grew wide as she said, "Oh wow, I'm not even sure what that means?"

"What what means?" Dean had walked over to where Lynn was standing and was trying to read over her shoulder.

Lynn clicked out a new text on her keyboard, and her phone chirped back almost immediately and then it chirped again a couple of seconds later. She let out a nervous laugh. "How the hell does she even know what that is? Jeez, that girl knows way too much about various types of executions throughout history…"

Now Dean's eyes were wide, too. "Wait, what?"

Lynn shook her head. "She's just worried. She seems to think that it's all your fault... I think that she's entering her Momma-Bear mode, which is arguably worse than Roman's Mother Hen mode."

Dean scratched his head. "Is she going to kill me?"

Lynn shrugged and grinned at him. "Not if I mention Seth Rollins...which I will, only because you owe me a make-up date, and we can't go on one if she," Lynn glanced at her phone before continuing, "succeeds in garroting you."

For a moment, Dean looked temped to ask what garroting meant, but he seemed to dismiss that thought. "So are you saying what I think you are? You definitely want a second date?"

Lynn smiled. "I think that's exactly what I'm saying. Only this time, you leave the crazy brothers home, and we'll choose a different restaurant."

"Darling, I think we have ourselves a deal." He leaned down and kissed Lynn. As Lynn kissed him back, she decided that she quite enjoyed kissing the Lunatic Fringe. And as she threaded her hands in his unruly curls, she thought that even though things didn't go how she had expected, the night couldn't have gone any better.

So fun facts to save you from googling it: Garrote is a a method of capital punishment of Spanish origin in which an iron collar was tightened around a condemned person's neck until death occurred by strangulation or by injury to the spinal column at the base of the brain... So Cayla is just very creative in her threats.

I'm toying with the idea of writing the stupid diner date but that would be very fluffy and romancey... Perhaps or maybe not...

Thanks everyone for reading this. Please leave me a review and tell me what you think. :)