SPN Oneshots

•They Cheat.

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SPN Preferences.
||They Cheat. You break it off.||
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Dean:

"Y/N, stop. You're beautiful, more than anyone I've ever met! Come back inside, okay? Let's get some drinks and figure this out."

This night was a longtime coming, and you both knew it was going to happen sooner or later. You knew you couldn't always give Dean what he needed, but you'd hoped somewhere in your heart that it wouldn't have to happen to begin with.

He wasn't the emotional type, and you understood that, because you weren't either. But he had to know this was wrong, all of it was wrong.

Though, whether you were in the right or wrong for doing this like you did, you didn't necessarily care.

You just couldn't put up with Dean's shit
anymore.

You'd expect this kind of behavior and type of betrayal from a child, not from the man in front of you. Not from the man you loved, and the man who claimed he loved you in return:

"You think I'm just going to croon over every half-crafted compliment thrown my way and fall over backwards onto my ass?
Fuck you, Dean. Goodnight."

You waved to Dean as you walked over to your car, ignoring his pleas for you to come back, to hopefully salvage this already broken night.

It was a little late for that now.

You were completely fed up by how often Dean did this.
He would rake you out for the night, spoiled you absolutely rotten to the bone, and then tried to bone the very next girl that flaunted their stuff.

And all of this would be next to you!

Sure you weren't the most drop dead gorgeous person out there, but you'd like to think you were indispensable.
You'd like to think you were at least worth keeping around.

Obviously, in his eyes, you weren't.

He acted like this entire relationship was a joke to him, and at this point you were starting to believe it actually was.
You started to get the idea that the relationship was simply a buffer for Dean, and that it wasn't even temporary at best.

He just didn't want to be lonely for the rest of his short life.
But now, you were more than comfortable being in your own solidarity. He can rot for all you cared.

"You know what, Dean. No. I'm not quite finished with your sorry ass just yet."

You turned around quickly as you halted in your place, hair flicking back and to your side at the motion. You stared him down in his spot, stilling Dean from coming any closer.

Knowing you, you might've just went a very different route, pulling off your stilettos and poking holes in him, but you relented. Much to his surprise.

You'd rip into him instead.
Quick and deep.

"I bust my ass and break balls every single day for us. For you! And this is what I get? Kiss my sweet lips goodbye honey, because you wanna know what we are?"

You motioned to the pair of you with a finger in a back and forth motion.

"We're in the past. Go ahead and have the night of your life with that other woman, or the thousands of others lining up at your door, because I'm done."

Leaving Dean alone on the street, you kicked off your heels and threw them in your car, quickly getting it started and rolling down the windows.

"And you know what? You'll never find another woman like me. Not one person can replace me. I am an original piece, and you just pawned it off."