Saturday:

I woke up in Dean's bed by myself.

At first I was wondering where I was, but than the night before came back to me.

I sat up. I could have sworn I slept on the couch.

I rubbed my eyes before standing up and stretching. I walked out of the bedroom and made my way down the hall.

I poked my head around the corner and saw Dean sleeping on the couch.

I smiled lightly, Wow, what a gentlemen.

I walked out to my car to grab the suitcase that I hadn't gotten last night and came back in the house. I went straight to the bathroom and started changing into some sweat pants and a long sleeve shirt.

I put my hair in a ponytail as I walked out of the house.

I went right to jogging down the street as I pulled my headphones out of my pocket so I could listen to it as I ran.

Running and music. Two things that helped me think.

So now I had two things I had to do on Sunday. I had a title match and now I was focusing on this as well.

Looks like I had a lot of thinking to do.

Later....

About an hour later I was running back towards the house.

I stopped and started trying to get some air into my lungs.

So I guess I figured their was one thing I had to do. I knew my title match was supposed to be early in the show. I would just have to focus on that for the time being.

I took one more breath before I entered the house.

The first thing I saw was Dean sitting at the table, laying his chin on his hand. He looked over when he saw me.

"Where were you?" Dean asked.

"Just went for a run," I told him.

"Oh.... I thought you left," Dean muttered, looking away.

"Well, my car is still out there," I pointed out.

Dean smiled lightly, "You like running."

"Yeah, but not from here to Nashville," I said.

That's when I remembered.

"Why did you move me last night?" I asked, crossing my arms.

Dean shrugged, "I thought you'd be more comfortable in the bed."

"What about you?"

"I'm fine," Dean muttered, "I've slept on stuff way worse than couches."

"Me too," I said, than said with a smirk, "Like hotel floors."

Dean snickered, "I already told you, that was all on you."

I put my hands up, "I wasn't blaming you."

"Well, I'm going to go shower before we leave," I told him.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good plan," Dean said, standing up.

"Dude," I said.

"What?" Dean asked.

"No," I said.

"What, you're going to stop me from showering?" Dean asked.

"You know what I mean," I said.

Dean blinked at me, "Theirs more than one bathroom."

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