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The others returned to Bobby's, but I headed straight for my penthouse apartment. Once appearing within its familiar four walls, I made a beeline for the crystal decanter of expensive whiskey perched on the bar. Without hesitation, I poured myself a generous measure into one of the short, matching crystal glasses. The amber liquid swirled enticingly, promising a brief escape.
I downed the first sip without savouring it, the fiery burn rushing down my throat and pooling in my chest. It wasn't enough to dull the storm in my head, but it was a start. I set the glass down with a soft clink, leaning heavily against the bar as my reflection stared back at me from the polished surface.
The events of the night replayed in my mind like a broken record—Cas, his betrayal, his desperate justification, and the overwhelming tension in Dean's voice as he begged for a chance to fix things. My fingers tightened around the glass, and I raised it for another sip. The whiskey did little to drown the lingering ache in my chest or the guilt.
I shouldn't care. I'd told myself that a thousand times already. Cas wasn't the first to betray me, and he wouldn't be the last. Yet, there was a sharpness to this betrayal, cutting deeper than I had anticipated. These emotions were overwhelming me, stirring feelings I had no desire to confront.
I don't care...
The words echoed in my mind, a mantra I repeated to myself. With another swig of whiskey, the glass was emptied, the burn in my throat barely registering. I set it down on the counter, the clink of glass against metal reverberating in the silence of the apartment. The sound lingered for only a moment before I reached for the decanter, pouring myself another full glass without hesitation.
I don't care...
I picked up the glass again, staring into the swirling amber liquid as if it held some answers. My thoughts drifted back to Cas and the words he had spoken, each one replaying in my mind like a slideshow. But the sadness was slowly morphing, shifting into something sharper, something hotter—anger, raw and unrelenting.
I don't care...
As I kept repeating the words in my head, my grip on the glass tightened as the storm inside me got out of hand. In a sudden burst of anger, I turned sharply on my heels and hurled the glass across the room with all my strength. It shattered against the wall, fragments of crystal spraying outward, the sound echoing through the empty apartment like a scream.
The shards of glass scattered across the floor, glinting under the dim light like jagged pieces. My chest heaved as the rush of anger pulsed through me, wild and uncontrollable. The whiskey splattered against the wall, dark streaks dripping down like the remnants of something spilled and wasted.
My hands were trembling, fists clenching and unclenching as if trying to grasp some semblance of control. But there was none. I paced the room, my footsteps echoing in the silence that followed the crash. The whiskey's sharp scent lingered in the air. My thoughts churned, dark and unforgiving, replaying every word, every moment that led to this.
