Metanoia

𝙁𝙄𝙑𝙀

The one with Rhonda Hurley
Requested by: Queen_of_the_Night1

"Then prove it. How can I know that I can trust you?"
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"Because I love you!"

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Juliet turns to Dean, a look of fury on her face as she grabs the nearest object and hurls it her boyfriend's way.

Dean, just about, dodges the hair brush that Juliet had thrown his way. It's been like this for a few weeks now, they'd go on hunts together and it would start really good, but then it would end really bad. Except this time, it didn't start with a hunt. It started with a night out, it was Dean's idea, go on a date, reconnect. Sort things out between them, and it was all going great..until the waitress started flirting with him and gave him her number right in front of Juliet, and like a dunce, he took it with a nod of his head. In his defence, he didn't know what she was saying and just nodded his head. He wasn't listening to what she was saying, too busy being enraptured with Juliet.

So, of course, as soon as they returned to their motel room, Juliet had blown up on him without giving him time to explain. She's hot headed like that, he hopes that one day she'll grow out of it. Who knows, maybe in the future he's the hotheaded one, while she's the calm and collected one, but that's in the future, right now he's gotta deal with his present, riled up girlfriend, who's currently cursing him as well as shouting at him.

"Y'know what?! I'm really starting to rethink this whole relationship idea! I mean, why did we think this was good idea? Because it evidently isn't!" Juliet takes a breath as she scoffs, "You're Dean Winchester, the hunter that has so little respect for women, who only see's them as a fun time."

Dean rolls his eyes as he shakes his head, "I don't have to stand here and listen to this. I'm goin' for a drink."

The twenty year old is quick to walk over to the front door, hearing the last of Juliet's words.

"You're just a scared little boy with commitment issues as well as daddy issues."

Dean shakes his head, once more.

"You need some serious anger managment courses."

Those words are enough to anger Juliet more. He's quick to walk out of their motel room, shutting the door behind him. He sighs as he thumps his head against the, now, closed door. He jumps, however, when there's a loud thud from the other side of the door and if he has to guess, he would say that Juliet has thrown another hairbrush.

The twenty year old scoffs as he makes his way to the Impala and gets in the car, starting the igniton before driving off to the nearest bar so he can bury his emotions in drink.