"Don't lie!" he shouts, his eyes flashing with anger as he whirls around to face you. His hair is plastered to his face. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, Jane. You can lie to me, and you can lie to Sam but don't you dare lie to yourself."
She looks at him for a long moment.
He takes an intimidating step towards her. "We're gonna figure this out, you hear me?" His eyes are alight with something dark and broken and furious.
"We're going to figure it out now."
Jane's eyes widen slightly, and she wrings her hands together, her gaze flitting around him restlessly before she speaks.
"I don't understand what you're trying to say."
"Oh, you don't, sweetheart?" his voice is low, patronizing. He stalks around the car until they're only inches apart, her back pressed against the bunker door. His heart beats wildly.
"So this," he whispers. "This doesn't do anything to you?" He places his hands on her waist and her breathing hitches. He smiles humorlessly. "Tell me I don't affect you, Jane." She swallows as he runs his hands up her arms and clenches her fists. "Go on," he whispers. "Tell me, and I'll never bring it up again."
She opens her mouth but it slams shut again quickly as his hands drift back down over her hips, grazing her thighs.
"Dean," she manages. "Stop."
"You sure that's what you want, sweetheart?" he says, his breath washing over her cheek.
Her eyes flash with some unknown emotion. She pushes his chest back firmly, and he releases her immediately. His eyes lock onto hers as he takes several slow steps backward into the rain. He spreads his arms out from his side. He's so goddamn confused. And he's done with it. Dean doesn't think he deserves a whole lot, but he sure as hell deserves more than this.
"Tell me what you want, Jane," he calls out. "Tell me what the fuck you want from me, 'cause lately, I have no friggin' clue!"
"Dean," she says, tears in her voice. "I-I want you to be my friend-"
"Dammit, Jane. What did I say about lying to yourself?" he asks, shaking his head in contempt. He looks disgusted. "You're a friggin' tease, you know that?"
Her eyes widen. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't act all innocent, Jane. The small touches, the lingering glances," he says, his eyes glittering. "The-don't you dare shake your head at me. Don't you dare," he spits, shaking. "No more lies, Jane. No more goddamn lies."
There's a long silence filled only by the rain thundering against the ground around her. "What do you want me to say, Dean?" She asks finally.
He stares at her for long moment. "You don't even give a damn, do you?" he asks with a strained, disgusted laugh. "Because all you care about is yourself."
For the first time, she looks angry. "That's bullshit. I do not just care about myself."
"Really?" Dean challenges. "That night that I came into your room open, vulnerable, and broken, do you remember what you said? The promises you made?"
She takes a deep breath. "Yes."
"You promised you'd never hurt me," Dean says. "You broke that one the fastest. Cause while that night I was falling asleep with you in my arms, you know what I was falling asleep to the next night?" his eyes glint with fury. "The sounds of you and Sam fucking in the next room over."
"I didn't know," she says. "I didn't know how you felt-"
"That's crap and you know it!" Dean shouts. "You always knew! I came to you that night with everything, everything I buried six feet under, and laid it all out for you. Every flaw, every burden, hell every friggin' thought I ever had. If you hadn't known before that, you definitely knew that night."
"I'm sorry," she whispers after a long moment of silence.
There are raindrops pelting into Dean's jacket and hanging precariously on his eyelashes as his jaw slowly clenches. His hair is plastered to his face, water occasionally sliding down his cheeks like the tears he'd spilt for so long.
No more.
"Are you?" He asks quietly, his voice shaking with anger. "Are you?"
She stares at him half-blankly, chewing the inside of her lip. "Look, Dean-"
"You know what the worst part is?" he interrupts, his voice still trembling with hurt and fury. "Is no matter what you do, no matter how badly you hurt me, it doesn't change anything. You could rip my goddamn heart out of my chest and I would still love you."
