Mask- a Supernatural fanfiction

Chapter 15: Hell Is Only In Your Head

Am I seeing things right now? Is this some sort of nightmare? Would Dean really do this to me?

            I didn't move– no, I couldn't move. My eyes stayed locked on him, no matter how hard I tried to move them away. So many thoughts crowded my mind that I couldn't even focus on one. Another would kick one thought to the side and the cycle went on and on.

            "Catherine!" Dean exclaimed as he got up and the girl quickly got off him. My eyes followed his and I could see that he was surprised to see me. I saw the thoughts jumble in his mind as he quickly tried to think of an excuse.

            "I-It's not what it looks like..." he tried to explain himself, but the thoughts came out of my mouth before I could think of them.

            "Y-you lied to me," I sputtered out as I could feel my throat close. "Only for you." He said to me just hours before. My chest hurt as Dean tore every remaining piece of my heart in tiny little shards as they hit the ground with a bang.

            He opened his mouth to say something, but immediately closed it. The girl next to him leaned down to the table and picked up her bag and all her belongings.

            "I should probably go..." she started. That's when I actually looked at her. She had dark blonde hair and hazel eyes. Her features were flawless, and she was absolutely beautiful. Every curve on her was bigger than mine. Fucking bitch with the perfect features. That's when I realized that I could never have Dean. He was not used to commitment and too addicted to one-night-stands. Sure, it hurt like hell, but I wasn't strong enough to fight for him. I was nothing to him. He regretted taking me in. He didn't 'love' me. He only 'lusted' for me. I just wish I wasn't blind enough to let it happen.

            "No, no. Please, by all means, don't let me ruin your night," I told her–sarcasm making its way out–and I turned to Dean, "I mean nothing to him." The girl gave me a stunned look and I forced a fake smile as a tear fell down my cheek. I turned on my heel before another tear could escape my eye and headed for the door leading outside. The red sign above it read "EXIT" and I rushed towards it. Before I could reach it, a hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

            "Catherine, please..." Dean pleaded but I only pried my wrist from his grasp.

            "Don't fucking touch me," I spat as I threw his hand down from mine. My eyes were hard and wet from tears as I stared into his. I stood in front of him, waiting for him to touch me one more fucking time. Maybe I'll punch him. Or kick him in the balls. Or throw that beer bottle on his head. Or all the above. The possibilities were endless. Suddenly, I felt someone next to me.

            "Catherine, is everything alright?" Luke asked me as he searched my face. I turned to him and the words flowed from my mouth.

            "Keep him away from me."

            I didn't even have to look at Dean to see him tense up. His face was surprised as he realized what I said. Luke turned to Dean and I gave Dean one last 'I hope your fucking happy' look before pushing the exit door open; the wet, cold rain covering my entire existence.