The Misunderstood Bash Brothers

Dean -6

Y/N could only watch as Dean was skating back and forth as fast as he could during his own rime on the idea, angrily hitting a puck causing it to clang against everything.

Y/N: uh..Babe?

Dean: *still skating* IM FINE.

*another puck clangs against the wall*

Y/N: *sighs* BABE?!..

Dean: *slows down to the stop and looks down*

Y/N just watched as he slapped his stick against the puck causing another clang.

Y/N: I'm..gonna be back in a bit..hold on..

*clang*

Y/N: *sighs and walks out of the building*

Bombay: *shows up out of no where* Y/N..

Y/N: *yelps and then calms down* *eye brows furrow* hi..coach..

She was happy to see him, he's one of the reasons for Dean doing..whatever in the rink.
Not to mention he hurt her and the others.

Bombay: *sighs* Y/N..I want to apologize, for everything, I haven't been doing my job and hurt everyone..and I'm sorry, it was unfair and not right whatsoever, Fulton showed me the bruises, don't worry I'll apologize to Portman..but I needed to tell you aswell. I'm Sorry...

Y/N teared up and hugged Bombay.

Y/N: That's all we needed to hear..! *sniffles* it's fine please just uh..don't do that again, ok..?

Bombay: *chuckles* you got it kid..is Dean-

Y/N: in there? *sighs* Yeah..

Bombay: alright, see you and the others in a bit! *walks into the building*

Y/N: *smiles*

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Dean: *slams his stick down and runs into the locker room* *ripping off his gear on the way*

He was only left in his white tank top, pads on his legs, and skates. His eyes were shut as he ran into the locker room ready to bash something.

Bombay: *already in there as he grabs Dean and kinda lifts him up by the waist cause he's ready to break something* Whoa! whoa easy, easy...

Dean: *thrashing around* LET GO OF ME! *trying to get out*

Bombay: *sits Dean down* Dean..

He didn't notice it but Dean was crying, trying to cover it up as sweat, though his red eyes gave him away..

Dean: *sitting on a wooden bench and wiping at his eyes with his palm and wrist* What..???

Bombay: Dean, I wanted to apologize..

Dean: *freezes* *sniffles* w-what..?

Bombay: I'm sorry, I know about the bruises, I wasn't doing what I should've, Hockey-..Hockey should be fun, right?..
I'm sorry Dean..I should've treated you and the others better, I apologized to everyone, well minus Charlie I gotta find him, *chuckles*...are you ok?- *gets tackled in a hug* Whoa!-

Dean: *sobs*

The room was silent

Bombay: *holds Deans head against him with one hand and hugs him with the other*

Dean: *sobbing*

Bombay: *sadly smiles* it's alright...it's alright.. I gotcha..

Dean: *lets go and wipes his face* *trying to stop sobbing*

Bombay: alright Dean, we're doing practice later tonight, it'll be fun don't worry, but first we gotta take you and Fulton back to the dorms to get those bruises checked alright?

Dean: *sniffle* *hic* o- *hic* k- *sniffle*

Bombay: Y/N's outside, she can take you alright? I'm gonna go find Charlie..

Dean: *nods and walks out* *hugs Y/N from the back when he sees her*

Y/N: *sees tear stains on his face* Babe what-

Dean: I'm- *sniff* fine- *sniff* h-he- apologized..

Y/N: *hugs him* I know, he apologized to me before I pointed you out..

Dean: *smiles* *kisses her*

Y/N: *shocked* *cups his face and melts into the kiss*