Destiny ~ Dean Winchester (love story), part two

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×Dean POV×

I kept inhaling too much and exhaling too little as if I was afraid I wouldn't get enough air anymore.

We'll have to talk to Justin.

Why would WE have to talk to Justin?
And more importantly: Who the fuck was Justin??

I hoped it was just a coincidence. There was no way that Angie was working for the same asshole who broke up with her while loosing her virginity and then threatened to kill her.

Didn't even matter that they were teenagers back then, when she told me, Angie made clear that Justin had a huge impact on her life, that his reaction had scarred her self-esteem and now everything was forgiven and forgotten all of the sudden?

Oh God, I hated my own thoughts.
Forgiven and forgotten.
Fuck.

On our way to the secret base Sam wanted to know how Angie got connected to Interpol and she told him that she knew Justin from her past.
Which left me with no more coincidence- theories, it left me just in utter disbelief.

Why did we have to come with Angie?
Why the fuck couldn't we wait outside the office?

When the door opened, I felt like the universe was playing a prank on me and I didn't find it funny.
Not in the slightest.

Justin wasn't only the guy from Angie's past but also the same one she met at the diner one day after she disappeared out of my life.

I should've punched him then and there, should've taken Angie with me. Hell, I should do exactly that right now, I didn't even remember why I didn't react all those months back, why-

Angie smiled at him.
And it wasn't a forced greeting, she was genuinely happy to see this son of a bitch.

Justin was gonna hate this. I saw it in his eyes. He sat there in his office chair like a stupid rock who had been there for thousands of years and never moved or evolved or- I ran out of examples.

The guy probably pretended to think about Angie's request so that he didn't seem like the egoistic asshole that he actually was before he'd going to be prohibiting working with Sam and I.

He'd become my arch nemesis.
He'd tell us that we could steal his employees and that we weren't professional enough for-

"Okay.", he said. "If this is what you want."
I blinked, straightened my back.
Sorry, what?

I looked over to my brother, his expressions telling me he didn't expect this any more than I did but then he subtly shrugged his shoulders as if he wanted to signalize me not to question this.

"It's what I have to do.", Angie replied and Justin nodded as if he actually understood.
The prick could never understand. He seemed like a lame office guy, like he'd cry because of a missing binder.

That he was insanely pumped up and looked like the guy any woman would bring with to meet their parents during dinner was a thought I pushed back into the furthest corner of my brain.

Justin changed some things in the system on the computer in front of him, then proceeded to tell us that he had blocked Angie for all incoming missions until further notice.