It was that time of the month and deans always figured out when it was. It was kinda odd to you how he knew. One time, you had only walked into the room, only to be asked by Dean of you were on your period. You just kinda nodded and walked off. But he always cared for you. Nurtured you like a sick child. If you asked for something, he would get it with no hesitation. You found it kinda cute, even though he always thought of you as a sister to him. And you had boyfriend. But it all went down hill when you get a text saying
"I'm sick of this shit (y/n). If you don't tell me who you've been hanging out with and what you've been doing, it's over."
You couldn't tell him. You swore to the boys. So, you broke it off. But it hurt like hell. Almost 2 years and now he doesn't trust you? You just couldn't believe it. You threw your phone against the wall after you sent the message. It shattered. You screamed as loud as you could while kicking things, and tearing the whole room apart. After everything as destroyed, the anger turned to sadness. You plopped in the ground and cried for what felt like hours. Everything inside you just blew up into flames, along with your heart. You decided to go to a bar and drink away the pain, not caring what you looked like at the moment. You stomped out of your room and towards the door as you hear a familiar voice speak behind you.
"He ended it, didn't he?"
"Like you would give a rats ass"
You turned around to see it was Dean. He pulled you close and hugged you tightly, leaving no space between you.
"(y/n), I do care. I'm glad he actually ended it though. He was a dick and he didn't deserve you."
"He wasn't that bad," you said, tears streaming down your face quietly.
"He abused you," Dean said with a stern look.
"How'd you find out?" You asked in shock.
"I saw you come home one day with red slashes on your arms and legs. The next day, they were purple. You're terrible at hiding them." Dean said.
"Damn it" you whispered.
"But he's lucky he doesn't have to pick his teeth out of the carpet." Dean laughed. You laughed with him. He always found a way to get you to smile or laugh. You actually enjoyed being with Dean rather than him. You actually blew him off to hang with Dean.
Dean picked you up and carried you to living room. He put in (y/f/m) and you both cuddled and watched the movie. When it was over, Dean sat up and turned to you.
"You know, there's another reason why I'm glad you two broke up," Dean whispered in your ear. He was only two years older than you.
"And why is that?" You asked, playing along.
"So I can do this with out you feeling guilty about it." He leaned in to kiss you. Your lips collided. It felt so good. You were always attracted to Dean. You tried to shove the thought you had about him down deep because you thought he wouldn't ever have feelings for you. It was a passionate kiss. Not like one you and your ex had ever done. This felt good, hell, it felt great. Once you both pulled back, you stared into his forest green eyes. He was beautiful.
"(y/n), I love you. And I won't let anyone else hurt you. Okay?"
"I love you too Dean"
He grabbed your wrist and lead you to his room. It smelled so much like him. You loved it. You both got into bed and fell asleep in each others arms.
The End
I love being a deans girl☺️
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