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Y/N POV
I wake up. I'm laying down in bed. I turn and look over to see an empty spot on the bed. Suddenly the smell hits me again. The perfume. I immediately think back to the events of yesterday. The way Dean screamed, the way he broke everything. I try my best to get the images out of my head.
Then a different smell hits my nose. Bacon. I get up from the bed and put on a pair of fuzzy socks. I walk out the room, making sure to dodge the shattered glass. I then exit the room. I walk through the endless halls of the bunker, following the smell to the kitchen. As I enter, Sam is at the table, drinking coffee while reading something on his IPad. Dean his back is facing me as he's busy making breakfast. I walk down the 2 steps of stairs, making Sam look up. His eyes widen a bit, with a hint of concern.
"Good morning", he says to me.
Dean immediately turns around, his expression faltering. He has heavy bags under his eyes, like he didn't sleep.
"Good morning", I mumble back.
I feel embarrassed. Everyone in this room knows what happened. Everyone saw me so hysterical yesterday. My face was probably still swollen from crying.
"Hey", Dean mumbles, turning back to the stove.
I sit down in front of Sam, who has now put his IPad away. He looks at me, worried. I avoid his gaze.
"How'd you sleep", Dean suddenly asks.
I look up and stare at his back.
"Okay", I shortly answer.
There's silence. Awkwardness. No one knows what to say, to do and how to act.
I play with the ends of my sleeves when a plate gets put on the table in front of me. I look up to see Dean. He doesn't say anything and just walks to the empty chair next to Sam, putting his own plate down and sitting down himself. I look back down at the plate in front of me. There's bacon, toast with jam and a scrambled egg. I wasn't hungry to be honest. I still felt nauseous from last night. I feel eyes on me and look up, seeing Dean quickly look away. I look at Sam who gives me a small, sympathetic smile.
Eventually I finished the bacon and had only a few bites of the rest. I side eye over to Dean, only to see an almost full plate, which in unusual for him. I realize we're staring at each other and I quickly look away.
"I uhm, I'll be in the library..." Sam says, clearly noticing the tension and wanting to leave us alone.
I nod and give him a small smile. He leaves the kitchen and his footsteps fade in the distance. It's quiet again. I play with my food to kill some time.
"You don't have to finish it", Dean mumbles.
I look up to him and he finally looks back, looking me in the eyes. As our eyes meet, I feel emotions wash over me. My eyes suddenly tear up and my bottom lip trembles. Dean's face twitches, guilt clear in his expression. I cover my face with my hands as tears fall.
THIRD POV
In the meantime Dean just stares. He doesn't know what to do. He didn't want to cross a boundarie, making you more upset. He wants nothing more than to hold you in his arms, to turn back time to when he hadn't done that. But he can't. He can't make it better. He can't make her forgive. Dean gets up and grabs both of their plates, staring to take them to the sink. He stands at the sink for a while, listening to her muffled sobs. He squeezes his eyes shut to try and suprress his own emotions. He runs a hand over his face.
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