Help a Girl Out(Dean)

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Based on Fuck Away the Pain by Divide the Day. Smut.

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Of course, he slept with someone else. Why are you honestly surprised at this point? He's been the most shitty boyfriend in the existence of boyfriends since you met him. Why you stayed around, you still don't even know. Truth be told it wasn't even the cheating that pissed you off the most, it was the fact he broke up with you afterward to avoid having to deal with you while you were mad, which you certainly were. There was no doubt you were pissed the hell off. You needed to hit something, fuck something, or drink. Probably the latter, or it could be all three even. The night's still young.

You sipped at the whiskey in front of you, one down two to go.  Your eyes scanned the bar around you, it was a Tuesday night, so only the old drunks and people with no hope were left. Sadly you fit into that second group pretty well. The seat next to you swiveled as a body filled it, an audible groan leaving your throat.

"Not now, Dean," you grumble, not looking at him.

"Not here to lecture, just wanna talk." You don't answer, instead you down the last of your whiskey and the bartender refills it "Or we can drink, that works too." 

The bartender sets down a glass for Dean, filling it with the same drink as yours. Dean nods to the female, her eyes rolling as she walks away. You cant help the smile that takes over at seeing this male model type next to you get rejected. You try to hide your smirk when he turns to you, but you are unable to hide it in time.

He watches you for a second before downing his drink and turning to you, a more serious look on his face "(Y/n), The guy is a dick. The biggest dumbass in the world for throwing you away, in my opinion."

"Dean, flattery will get you everywhere, except when I'm in a bad mood. Leave me alone." you spat, downing your drink again, this time asking for something stronger.

"Make it two," Dean says to the bartender as she sets up a shot glass.

"Think you can keep up?" you ask the challenge now on the table.

"I'll pay, just promise you'll hear me out." his eyes lock onto yours as the drinks are poured, Dean gesturing for her to leave the bottle.

"Fine, can't promise I'll listen intently, but I'll hear you out. Shoot." you nod, taking your shot and with a grunt following after.

You feel the familiar burn running down your throat. It hurts, but its better than the sobs that came out earlier that evening.

He smirks and takes his shot before speaking, you quickly refilling the glasses "I'm sure you already are on the post-breakup fast track, right?"

"Whats that supposed to mean?" you scoff, squaring up for your next round.

"Sex, booze, and violence."

"Sounds like a good night to me," you smirk, taking your shot at the same time he does.

"Well, we've got part one out of the way. What about the other two?" he begins pouring the next round, eyes scanning your face.

"You offering?" you say, fully intending it as a joke.

"You think your life is done, that he took it all with him. So, you sit here and drink enough to wash away whatever sin he committed against you. It's such a shitty thing he did, the way he said goodbye, but you can take it out on me if you like." you expected some sort of smirk, or for him to say he's joking, but all he did was stare at you with a serious look on his face.

You quickly take your shot, breathing for a second and watching as he does his "You are serious about this?"

"Yea (Y/n), I am. Just fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain, and honestly, I'm better than any of the sleazeballs in here. You have more self-respect than that."

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