You were in a motel. You were on the phone with Garth.
“Come on, Garth. Don’t you have one case you could give me?” you begged.
“Okay. Fine. I’ll give you one, Y/N,” Garth sighed.
“You are amazing,” you told him.
“Don’t let Dean hear you say that. Speaking of which, are you with him? He keeps calling me to find you,” he said.
“Dean cheated and i dumped his sorry ass,” you replied, “So who cares?”
“If you’re single, you should be relaxing. Not hunting,” Garth said.
“”You know me,” you sighed.
“Relaxing makes you nervous,” he finished, “How about you go partying then?”
“Is that what people are doing these days?” you asked.
“Yeah,” Gerth replied.
‘Why not? Thanks for the advice, Garth. Stay safe, buddy. Say hello to the Mrs. for me,” you said.
“Will do, Y/N. Be careful,” Garth said, hanging up.
You got a call from Sam and reluctantly picked it up. You didn’t want Sam to be worried.
“What’s up, Sam?” you answered.
“Y/N! Where are you? Are you okay?” Sam asked immediately.
“I’m fine. I’m about to head to the club. Garth said i should party. He’s right,” you shrugged.
“What club? So i could tell you if it’s safe or not,” Sam said.
After making Sam swear not to tell Dean, you gave him the name of the club. He approved and you changed your shirt. You wanted to look decent but not fancy. You went to the club and immediately went to the bar. You ordered som jack and downed it without hesitation. You went onto the dance floor.
Guys started coming up and dancing behind you. You grinded with them or let them rub their hands on your waist. You felt a little free. But you missed Dean. You pushed the thought of him out of your head. You were here to have fun. Not to hurt more. You smiled as a guy wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to his chest, whispering sweet compliments in your ear. Instead of grinding on you, he simply danced with you. He was actually a sweet guy. At least, so far.
He was suddenly pushed away from you. You looked to see Dean with his fists clenched. His eyes were red and puffy, as if he’d been crying.
You glared at him.
“Party ruined,” you said, walking to the bar.
You grabbed another jack and downed it before you walked out of the club. Dean was right behind you.
“Leave me alone,” you hissed, trying to walk past him.
Dean grabbed your wrist and turned you to face him.
“What do you want?” you groaned.
“You,” he said, “I want you. All of you. Everyday. Forever. I don’t want you to leave me. I love you.”
“Should’ve thought that before,” you spat.
“I screwed up. Big time. I know that! I don’t deserve a second chance and you deserve better. You deserve so much better. I am so sorry that i hurt you. But i need you to forgive me and i want to spend the rest of my life proving to you how sorry i am,” Dean said.
“I trusted you,” you whispered, “Was i not good enough?”
“You were perfect. You are perfect. And i love you,” Dean said, putting his hand to your cheek, “Someone pointed out how i’d changed and i took it as an insult. As if you’d changed me in a bad way. But i see now that you changed me in the best way. And i feel like an idiot for only realizing that after i lost you.”
“I love you, Dean,” you said, hugging him close.
“I love you, too, Y/N. And i’m going to make this all up to you,” he promised, kissing the top of your head.
The two of your separated and the guy from the club came out.
“Are you coming back inside?” he asked you with a wink.
Dean growled and pulled the gun out of his waistband, pointing it at the guy. The guy ducked back inside and you punched Dean in the shoulder. Dean put the gun away.
“You’re mine,” Dean said, kissing you deeply.
You smiled and walked with Dean back to your motel. You felt complete.
