Love over Hate

Rash Decisions

As you lay there, you wondered if your heart was even beating. Or if it was so broken from Jared's hurtful words that it had stopped working.

Jensen had done nothing to calm you down. Sure, he had offered you his house to stay at, but you didn't want to get in between the two men. In fact, you knew that wouldn't happen. They had been the closest friends before you arrived, and they would be that way when you left. But that still didn't mean you should stay at Jensen's house and cause them problems.

Heading into your kitchen, you pulled out your hidden bottle of whiskey. You had taken it from Jared's trailer when you had first started going out with him. It was his favorite brand, a very expensive type that you loved as well. Pouring yourself a healthy shot, you downed it quickly before pouring another.

It didn't take the pain away, but the warmth settled into your frozen bones, making you feel slightly better. Taking the bottle with you, you went back to the couch, settling in for a long night of drinking. It wasn't as if you had anything better to do.

About an hour later, you glanced down in surprise at the mostly empty bottle. It had gone down smoothly, and you had a really good buzz going on. Realizing you would need a taxi to get to a hotel for the night, you stood up, swaying on your feet.

Quickly making use of the bathroom, you stumbled your way down the stairs, almost face planting as you slid down the last one. Ignoring the curious looks of the crew, you weaved your way across the lot, the alcohol messing with your ability to walk straight.

Walking past Jared's trailer, you could see the lights shining through the windows. Stopping for a moment, you gazed up, trying to spot him inside, wanting to rush inside and demand he tell you why he was acting so stupidly.

With a sigh, you kept on going, not wanting to get into an argument with your alcohol muddled mind. Rounding the corner, you could see the crew heading into the building, no doubt getting ready to film a scene between Dean and Cas.

As you made your way to the front entrance, you heard voices in front of you, the familiar voice of the executive producer and the the main person in charge of the show.

"Is it done?" He asked, as you hid in the shadows.

"I'm not sure, but Jared didn't seem very happy.   We planted the seed, now we just have to wait to see how it goes. We will go through with it if he changes his mind." The other man, Jim said.

You could hear them rounding the corner, so you quickly hid in the shadows. Your heart racing, you kept hearing their words repeating in your head. Wondering if they had pushed Jared to break up with you.

With the alcohol bolstering your temperament, you stepped up, right in front of them. "Y/N, what are you doing here?" Jim asked you, glancing guiltily to his companion.

"I'm quitting!" You exclaimed, happy when both of their mouths opened in shock. "I don't know what you did to Jared, but I'm not going to let you blackmail him. So I'm done. You can kill off my character, or replace her with another dumb actress, but I'm not going to work for assholes like you."

Without waiting for their response, turning on your heel you headed straight for the entrance, and your portal to your freedom.

Sitting there, still fumming at the nerve of them, you tapped your foot angrily. Knowing you might come to regret this in the morning when alcohol wasn't making you act rashly. But you didn't care. You weren't going to stick around a place where they thought they could mess with relationships and people's lives so easily.

As soon as the taxi arrived, you stood up, opening the door. "Y/N, wait! Where are you going?" Jared yelled, rushing to the gated entrance. It was closed, and the gate keeper was on break, so you knew he couldn't make it to you before the taxi took off.

"Somewhere where I don't have to deal with people who think they know what's best for me!" You yelled, slamming the door as the taxi pulled away.

He stood there, watching you as the taxi turned the corner, out of his vision, and you wondered what he was thinking. It seemed like every time the two of you started getting closer, something happened to mess that up. And you were tired of it. It made you wonder if it was fates way of saying the two of you weren't meant to be together.

It wasn't until you felt the warm liquid on your cheeks that you realized you were crying. Turning your face to the window, you let them fall, too tired and hurt to care.

"Where to, Miss?" Your driver asked, and you weren't sure what to tell him. You couldn't go back to Jared's, even though that's where all your belongings were. Jensen had offered you his spare bedroom, but that wasn't a good option either. Gen was down in Texas, but you didn't want to go to her with your relationship problems. With nobody else in Vancouver that you could go to, you asked for a hotel, somewhere near the water and far enough away from the studio.

"Sounds good Miss. Nothing a chance of scenery can't fix." He answered softly, turning the car towards the ocean.

After about a twenty minute taxi ride, he pulled up in front of a small, locally owned motel. Nothing like the huge chain resorts you usually stayed in. Stepping out of the car, you paid the driver, thanking him for his kindness. "Tell Marge that Ol' Frank sent you. She'll give you a good deal."

Stepping into the small lobby, you immediately noticed all the beautiful scenery pictures lining the wall. Waiting for service, you glanced at each one, amazed at how beautiful they were.

"My late husband took those." A female said behind you, and you turned to see a short woman, barely even five foot standing behind the counter. Her reddish hair was more gray than red, tucked neatly into a bun. Her face was wrinkly, full of laughter lines.

"They're beautiful." You told her, coming to stand in front of the desk. "I need a room please."

Taking a moment to glance at your tear stained face, she nodded, clucking her tongue. "I say you do, along with a nice little R&R."

"I was supposed to tell you Ol' Frank sent me." You said when she turned to her ledger book.

"That Frankie. Always sending strays my way. You must have pulled at his heart, for him to send you here." She answered, taking an old fashioned key from the wall behind her.

"I've had kind of a rough night." You admitted. "My boyfriend broke up with me, and I quit my job." You told her, surprised at how easy it was to talk to her.

"Well, he's nothing but a fool then." Was all she said as she handed the key over. "Here's my best room. One queen bed, your own private patio and hot tub. Free breakfast in the morning."

Taking the key, you made your way down the hallway, to room 23. Unlocking the door,  you flipped the light switch, amazed at the room in front of you. A beautiful iron bed was placed in the middle, it's quilt handmade. A fireplace was directly in front of it, electric for easy convenience. The bathroom boosted a huge tub, along with complimentary bath fizzes. Stepping out onto the patio, you noticed even in the darkness your amazing view of the beach and the ocean beyond.

Mentally planning on shopping tomorrow, you slipped out of your clothes, climbing into the plush bed. Glancing down at your phone, you noticed at least four missed calls, from Jared and Jensen. Ignoring the messages waiting you, you closed your eyes, exhausted from the emotions that had run you tagged today. Hoping that tomorrow, you wouldn't wake up regretting everything.