In between - The Bucky / Dean Story

Chapter THIRTEEN

Dean sat in his Impala and was beside himself with anger. "I'll kill him. I'll break his neck," he kept saying to himself.
He pulled out his cell phone and called Bucky. Before he could say anything, Dean yelled at him: "You lousy piece of shit. I'll finish you off. Come to the old factory and then we'll talk in detail. Or don't you dare?"
Bucky laughed: "Certainly not. I'll be there."
They hung up, and Dean continued his way.
His mind raced, he couldn't face a clear thought. "He touched my girl, he will regret that."
About 20 minutes later, he arrived at the old factory. He jumped out of the car and went inside. Bucky wasn't there yet.
"Coward," snorted Dean as a voice behind him replied: "Do you talk about me?"
With an evil grin, Dean turned around: "There you are."
Bucky nodded: "What do you want, Dean?"
"Break your fingers," replied Dean.
Bucky looked at his left hand: "Oh, you can try that."
"I told you to keep your hands off her. She's mine."
"Dean, you broke up, forgot? She is free and can do what and with whom she wants."
"But not with you," replied Dean.
"Says who?" Bucky asked with raised eyebrows and then continued: "Dean, you've lost. You dropped her and drove her into my arms. The last night was just indescribable, and I didn't get the impression that she didn't want it. She screamed, Dean, she screamed my name. Loud and clear. Her naked body trembled when she came on top of me."
Dean clenched his jaw. He had never felt such anger before. "You son of a bitch, I'll kill you," he yelled, and with one swift movement, he ran towards Bucky.
Bucky took up the attack stance and reached out with his right arm. Dean fended off the blow and hit Bucky with a hard blow under the chin.
Bucky's head snapped back, and he staggered slightly. Then he took out his left arm, hit Dean with a blow on the temple, and he went to the ground. Dean had to collect himself briefly. He raised his hand and touched his face. Blood ran down his cheek. He got up and teased: "Is that all you can do?"
Bucky snorted contemptuously: "Just  find out."
He took a step towards him, and before Dean could react, he got a violent kick in the stomach. He fell to the ground and gasped for air.
Dean laughed.
With a roar, Bucky got up, ran up to Dean, and pulled him to the ground. He sat down on his chest and repeatedly hit Dean's face with his fist. Before Bucky could strike again, Dean grabbed him by the neck and pushed him to the ground. Now the tables were turned. Dean got into a rage and beat Bucky like crazy. Both were bleeding and groaning. When Bucky stopped moving, Dean let go of him and got up. He looked down at him disparagingly. Bucky turned and spat blood. Both were completely out of breath. They didn't let themselves out of sight as Bucky straightened up. Dean wiped his bloody mouth with the sleeve of his jacket.
When Bucky stood opposite Dean again, he hissed: "I hope you have now understood me once and for all."
Bucky snorted contemptuously and held his stomach as he replied, "That wasn't the last time, I promise you."
Before Dean could reply, Bucky turned and ran out of the hall. Breathing heavily and with many wounds, Dean stayed behind when he looked after Bucky full of hatred.

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The next morning Maddy was back at work again.
"You look terrible," her Boss greeted her.
"Well, thank you," Maddy replied.
"What happened? Everything's okay?"
Maddy shook her head, and the tears started running again: "Dean left me."
Her boss looked shocked at her: "What? Oh, Maddy, I'm so sorry. Do you want to go home and take your time?"
"No, please. I need the distraction." she answered.
He nodded and replied: "If you need anything, please let me know."
Maddy smiled: "Thank you."
Then she went to her desk and started her work. She was glad that she had a lot of stuff to do. So she had not much time to think about the last couple of days.
In the afternoon, she was about to finish her work when her cell phone rang. It was Sam, Dean's brother. "Maddy?" he started when she picked up the phone.
"Do you already know what happened? Did Bucky talk to you?"
Maddy frowned: "Um, no, I haven't heard from him since our night. What happened?"
Sam sighed:" Dean fought him."
"What? " Maddy shouted in shock."Oh my god, Sam. Is Dean okay? And Bucky?"
"Yes, except for a few wounds, everything seems to be okay," Sam tried to calm her down.
"Listen, Sam, I'll be on my way to meet you."
Maddy just started, but Sam interrupted her: "Maddy, I don't think this is a good idea."
Maddy was about to protest, but then she gave in.
They ended the call, and Maddy made her way to her car. She got in, started the engine, and was about to go home when she suddenly stopped.  After a few minutes, she said to herself: "Oh, fuck it."
And drove off towards the bunker.

When she reached the bunker, she quietly unlocked the door. She looked down the stairs, but no one was in sight, but she heard voices from the library. It was Sam and Dean, and they were arguing. She went quietly in the direction, stopped in the hallway, and heard Sam say: "Dean, you are such an idiot. What was that supposed to mean? What has that brought you now? Look at you. You look terrible. Was it worth it?"
Maddy took a few steps further so that she could take a look at Dean. Shocked, she held her hand over her mouth. He looked terrible. The way he stood there, his face and hands full of wounds, and he held a cooling pad against his temple.
Dean snorted: "He doesn't deserve it any other way, this bastard."
Sam rolled his eyes, then asked, "What about Maddy?"
"What should be with her?" retreated Dean.
"Are you going to talk to her again?"
Dean shook his head: "Why should I?"
Sam looked at him annoyed: "She loves you, Dean."
Dean laughed contemptuously: "Yes, sure. Meet secretly with him, lie to me and sleep with him? Sure, that's love."
Sam got louder: "Dean, she was desperate. She regrets it happened. But you broke up."
Dean started yelling: "Oh, and that means you have to jump in the next one's bed straight away? No, I can't trust her anymore. I'm done with her."
He turned, looked directly into Maddy's face, and froze. Maddy stood there, her hands trembling and tears running down her face. She took a few steps towards the brothers, and when Sam realized what was going on, he sighed: "Maddy. What are you doing here?"
But Maddy ignored him and began with a whimpering voice: "Dean, listen. I'm so sorry. I made a mistake. I didn't want to. But I was so confused. I can't undo it. Please. Please forgive me. I love you!"
Dean snorted contemptuously: "Whoever believes."
Maddy began to get hysterical: "Dean, please. I didn't want any of this. I don't want Bucky. I want you."
"Oh yes? That sounded different from his mouth. According to him, you begged for it. You had nothing better to do than go to this guy and let him do all these things with you. I'm done with you. Go to him, do what you want. I don't care. You made your decision. So there's the door."
He pointed in the direction of the door, walked past Maddy, gave her a look full of contempt, went into his room, and slammed the door.
Maddy looked after him, trembling. She had the feeling that she was losing the ground under her feet at any moment. Sam caught her at the last second, sank to the floor with her, and just held her in her arms while she cried her heart out.
When she had calmed down a bit, she thanked Sam and left the bunker. He protested because he didn't want her to drive in this condition, but she assured him that he had nothing to worry about. She got into his car and didn't know where to go.
At home, everything reminded her of Dean, and Stacy didn't want to bother her, so she drove aimlessly around for a while. After about an hour, completely in thought, she parked her car on the roadside, got out, went into the large apartment building at the other end of the street, and took the elevator to the third floor. Before she could realize where she was, she reached out her hand and knocked on the door.

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Bucky was about to take a shower when there was a knock on the door. He raised his eyebrows in amazement. Who could that be? He wasn't expecting anyone.
He opened the door and opened his eyes: "Maddy! What are you doing here?"
She looked completely exhausted. "I don't know where to go. Can I come in?" she asked carefully.
"Of course," he replied, took a step to the side, let her in, and closed the door behind her.
"Um, I was just about to take a shower. Make yourself at home," said Bucky and disappeared into the bathroom.

Maddy started looking around. The apartment wasn't big. When you walked in, you stood right in the central part of the apartment. The kitchenette is on the left, including a small counter. The large rustic dining room table, on the other hand. The couch was in the far corner of the room. A brown leather couch with three seats. Her stomach contracted at the thought of the one night on that very couch.
The door to the bedroom was behind the couch. She went and opened it. There wasn't much in this room. On one side, there was a large TV on the wall, and on the other side, there was a large mattress on the floor. She left the room when she heard Bucky call out from the bathroom: "There's beer in the fridge. Help yourself."
"Okay," Maddy replied and went to the refrigerator. She took a bottle, opened it, and emptied it in one gulp.
She wiped her mouth with her sleeve and walked slowly towards the bathroom. On the way there, she began to take off her clothes. Completely naked, she took the doorknob, opened the door, and went inside.