Rescuing Toto

Warnings: some language (foreign and domestic), creepy douchey ex

 A/N: This is my challenge piece (finally got brave enough to do one) Ash's Hottest Dean Challenge. I got a season 9 Dean gif and the prompt: "Okay, pace yourself, Toto." (which is in bold down below as well). I want to thank Lori for being a beta and my friend. You'll be getting your payment soon, chica, promise.

 I really, really, really hope you all enjoy it.

You walked through your front door utterly exhausted. It had been a long day at the law firm and you were feeling it. You placed your keys in the bowl next to the door and walked to the living room. You had just put your purse on the couch when you heard a dull thump. It had sounded like it came from down the hallway. You dismissed it quickly as one of the neighbors.

You heard the noise again as you finished taking your shoes off. You tilted your head towards the back of the apartment."Tad?" you called out as you rose from the couch. "Are you home? I finished earlier than expected. The deposition had to be rescheduled." You heard another thump as you walked down the hallway to the bedroom.

"Oh, please, tell me he's not trying to put up those shelves," you muttered to the ceiling. Tad was a smart, capable and handsome man. Almost everything you could ask for in a boyfriend. However, he was not handy, despite his claims to the contrary.

You opened the bedroom door and froze. You closed your eyes and counted to ten. You really hoped that you were imaging things. Some sort of stress-induced hallucination. You weren't that lucky. There in front of you was your boyfriend of two years in the bed you shared with someone that wasn't you. Neither of the occupants had even noticed your presence.

Your shock from the discovery lasted about fifteen seconds. Then the anger kicked in and fired up your temper. Seeing red, you reached down and snatched some of the discarded clothing off the floor. You threw it at the offenders as you started yelling. "You douchebag!" you shouted while you continued to pick up clothes and throw them at the object of your ire. You were so upset that your brain brought up your high school German for some reason. "Du bist eine Jauchegrube und ich verschwende meine Zeit mit dir. Arschloch. Du bist unglaublich. Bastard. "

"Y/N!" Tad exclaimed as he disengaged from his "bed buddy" and scrambled off the bed. He put a sheet around his waist as he approached you. "Honey? You know I don't understand when you yell in German." He put his hands on your forearms in an effort to cease the flying clothing and foreign insults. He tilted his head and smiled a little at you. "What are you doing home so early?"

You recognized this trick. He was trying to distract you and later turn this around so you would be the one to blame. It wasn't going to work this time. You narrowed your eyes at him, daring him to continue. Tad, being his usual oblivious self, missed the unspoken threat. "Why don't we go into the living room and talk this out?"

Your mouth opened and closed several times. Your brain couldn't comprehend Tad's suggestion. Movement out of the corner of your eye made you look around Tad and see the face of his mistress. Your temper ratcheted up even higher. You shook Tad's hands off and pointed at the blonde who was scrambling to put her clothes back on, "Claire, Tad? Really?!?"

Tad chuckled, "y/n. It just happened-" You took a big step back and raised a finger cutting him off. You looked from Tad to Claire. Shaking your head, you exited the room and made for the living room.

You snatched your shoes and bag from the living room as you raced for the door. You resolved that you would put the shoes on in the elevator. The desire to leave the vicinity of this waking nightmare was too strong. Tad shuffled behind you the entire time in an attempt to get to you engage with him. You wrenched the door open and grabbed your keys. You glanced back at Tad who was sputtering and trying to placate you. The fact that he was only wrapped in a sheet did nothing to improve your mood. Feeling very unladylike at that moment, you flipped him off and slammed the door in his face.