The Misunderstood Bash Brothers

Dean -1

(During D2) (what leads up to the one scene where he's breaking everything in the back cause he was pulled from the game)

Y/N:

You watched as Dean was hauled off the ice, screaming about the Iceland player. His face was red with anger, and he was shaking and looking back at your team, the ducks, loosing miserably.

"This won't end well..." you mumbled to Julie as you hit the ice.

Julie looked at you and where Dean was forced out,"you want to check on him don't you.."

"It's either that or he breaks something in his tantrum, he's gonna blow Jules!"

Julie smiled and nodded, "Alright, let's get you in there then.."

"But how?" You cocked your head at her, then noticed two Iceland players skating towards you two.

"Letting the ladies do a mans job.." one looked at you and Julie while the other snickered and licked his lips

"Oh we're sorry boys..." Julie started,

"I need help with my pads, do you mind?.." you asked innocently to them, as soon as they went down you hit them in the gut.

"You're out of the game young lady!" Said the ref as he started pushing you away,

"Worth it! Thanks Julie!"

Julie looked at you, "Any time!" She looked back at the two Icelanders, "Aw were the men hurt by the ladies?~ boo hoo get up we gotta game!"

You walked into a dinghy hallway and took off your skates, you could hear Dean yelling from there..

You took most of your gear off and slowly walked up to the door.
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Dean:

"PLEASE GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE TO GET THOSE GUYS"

He slammed his knee into a stool, destroying it while looking at the TV. He silently cursed cause of how hard he hit it.
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Y/N:

You could hear the wooden pieces clatter against the door, you could also hear him slamming his fists into the table.

You quickly opened the door,

"Dean? Hon?? What the hell are you doing??"

Dean stopped hitting the table, he just started screaming and yelling and started kicking everything till he fell down and just lied on the ground looking at the ceiling, he was just huffing, all red and sweaty.

"Dean..? What was all that..?" You slowly crept over to him, knelt down and brushed some pieces of hair away from his face. You watched his chest begin to slow down.

Dean slowly got up and sat back down on a small bench infront of the lockers. You followed him and sat infront of him, reaching out and placing your hand on his cheek. He shakily reached up and held that hand.

"You alright babe?" You asked, sweetly smiling at him,

Dean sighed and shut his eyes, leaning further into your touch. "M fine..knee hurts a bit but I'm alright..."

You lean up and give him a quick peck on the lips, "Alright, just relax ok?.."

You both watched the TV as you changed into normal clothes, and then saw Julie get tackled.

"That's it-" Dean said he ran out of the room.

You could only watch as your boyfriend tried to jump the glass at a Iceland player with the name Stanson. Dean was dragged out by two people, thrashing around as you saw cameras flashing.

Soon enough the door opened and Dean was thrown in.

"Sit down son! You crazy punk.."

Deans chin hit the floor and he quickly stood up and began slamming the door.

"HEY GET BACK HERE I AINT FINISHED CMON! CMON! WUSSES!!"

"DEAN!" You yelled, "Babe seriously just..sit down ok?.. I know you're pissed off but I don't want you in trouble ok??.."

Dean sighed and put his hand to his head, "alright.."

Now to wait for the game to end..and Coach- Captain Blood to show up and ruin people's moods.