TMD: Preferences|Imagines|Oneshots 2

[i can't get no] satisfaction (d.p.) (requested)

(A/N: This oneshot was requested by AshTray367. I hope you like it! The song in the title is a reference to the song of the same name by The Rolling Stones. Now, on with the oneshot!)

       I grumbled to myself as I made my way into the locker room. I'd just been ejected from the game for 'excessive force' which was totally bogus! That Iceland player had flopped but the referee saw what he wanted to see. As I pushed the door to the locker room open, I heard frustrated yells come from inside. There was Dean, standing there with his hands in his hair and broken furniture around him.

       Another bit of commentary came through the speakers in the locker room, alerting us to yet another goal for Iceland and that just set Dean off again. He picked up a small stool and broke it in half. I winced as I watched the wood split, small bits flying around. The door clicked shut behind me and I pressed my back up against it.

       "Dean?" I asked, tentatively.

       The enforcer looked up at me, clearly not having noticed me coming in.

       "Y/N? What-" Dean started but I cut him off.

       "Ref got me too." I said with a displeased frown.

       Dean let out a frustrated sigh and pulled at his hair. "This is such bullshit!"

       I crossed the room and sat down on the bench behind him. "I know! If I didn't know better, I'd say the Wolf is paying the ref."

       A growl sounded from Dean as I watched him storm across the room and throw a folding chair. The chair hit the wall with a 'bang' and fell to the ground. Dean let out another frustrated yell. I knew exactly how he felt. It was frustrating beyond belief getting thrown out of such an important game. But getting destructive wouldn't change anything.

       "Dean, you gotta calm down." I said, tentatively.

       "I can't!" Dean exclaimed.

       "Yes, you can!" I said, patting the spot next to me. "Come sit."

       Dean sighed but came and sat down anyway.

       "Now, take a deep breath." I instructed.

       "Y/N-"

       "No. I mean it, Dean. Take a deep breath." I said, not letting him speak. Dean did as instructed and took a deep, calming breath. "Good! Now just keep doing that."

       Dean kept breathing and I saw some of the tension leave him. I took off my jersey and started taking off my padding. Dean got up and started pacing. I watched him walk back and forth nearly twenty times while I finished taking off my skates.

       "Dean, come sit. I promise you'll feel better in a little while." I said.

       "I just need to keep moving. Just let me pace, Y/N!" Dean exclaimed at me. I was taken aback at him yelling at me but knew he didn't mean anything by it.

       "Okay." I said, quietly.

        Dean sighed frustratedly. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I just hate this."

       "I know." I said with a small, sad smile which Dean returned.

       Dean finally sat down beside me again after another few minutes of pacing. He sighed again. I sighed as well and rested my head on his shoulder. I felt him relax a bit under my touch and I couldn't help the small smile that came to my face. I jumped slightly when I felt Dean grab my hand but relaxed into the hold quickly. We sat in silence, the only sound was the faint echoing commentary from the game we were missing.

(A/N: Thanks again to AshTray367 for the request! This is two of three! I hope you liked it! Requests are open for the rest of December so send yours in! That's all for now! Until next time! Thanks!!)