Love You Forever

Chapter 49

Dean is outrageous when I get back to his lockerroom.

"What the fuck are they thinking letting you go out there with him?"

"What?"

"Do you understand how dangerous this is, Charlie? Brock Lesnar could kill you!"

"I'm not afraid of Brock Lesnar. I've got better things to worry about."

"You think this is fucking funny, Charlie? You're not invincible, goddamnit! He can hurt you and he will."

"I'll be careful!"

"That's not the point! Why would hey even do this to you?"

"It was my idea!" I shoot back, making his glare turn hard and cold.

"What?"

This is the most hateful 'what' I've ever heard from Dean.

"I thought it'd be great for the show."

"What the fuck were you thinking?"

"This could be a great opportunity for me, Dean."

"Wow, you're really trying to push my buttons, aren't you?" He snaps.

"What?"

"You know very well how I feel about you being hurt and now you're purposely setting yourself up for pain. You want me to stop blaming the whole Bray and Brian shit on myself, stop putting yourself in danger."

I pause, this makes a lot of sense and I see where Dean is coming from. I am at fault.

I know how Dean feels about what happened. Everytime I get hurt, he blames himself and there's a 99% chance I'll get hurt tonight. But the fact is, I'm hurting him. And I can see it.

"Dean, I'm sorry. I wasn't even thinking."

"Damn right you weren't."

"Well, it's not like I can exactly take it back now."

He takes his hands through his hair. "Do you have any idea how much you frustrate me? You go behind my back and do shit like this, making me find out when you've already announced it to the rest of the world."

"Dean....."

"And you never stopped for a second to consider how you'd feel when you're in the hospital later tonight. Or how I'd feel, sitting beside your hospital bed, waiting for you to wake up from a coma."

"Dean....."

"Really Charlie! Are you honestly trying to kill yourself or something?"

I sigh. "I just wish you'd let me make my own decisions sometimes."

"And you wonder why I don't." He shouts angrily. "It's because you do SHIT LIKE THIS!"

"Stop yelling at me!"

"No Charlie, I'm not gonna stop. Because OBVIOUSLY YELLING AT YOU IS THE ONLY WAY TO GET IT THROUGH YOUR BRAIN THAT YOURE PUTTING YOURSELF IN DANGER TIME AFTER TIME AFTER TIME! I mean honestly, how can you be so stupid!"

His words hurt me, but I know where they're coming from. They're coming from that dark, unstable part from within and I can't exactly hold that against him.

"Stop!" I beg, pleading softly as he takes a step away from me.

"Ya know, I don't even wanna look at you right now. Ya know what? Go out there. Go out there and get yourself hurt like you always do. And when you wake up in a hospital bed tomorrow," he says, turning away from me, "don't expect me to be there."