THIS IS PART ONE OF GREEN EYED MONSTER!
"Cas, I can't. It isn't allowed." Dean whispered, barely audible. The look in his eyes showed his heart was breaking. He pleaded for the throb in his chest to just stop, he wanted everything to just stop.
"D...
My heart raced, not knowing what Dean's reaction to me kissing him would be. I don't even know my reaction to kissing him. I just did it, not knowing or what would happen. All I can do is sit on the bed and wait for a punch to the face or something else. "Dean, fucking say something, please."
He looked up at me, still leaning on the door. "Why?"
"Because this silence is awkward as fu-"
"I mean why." He comes closer. "Why did you kiss me?"
"I'm drunk."
He looks away, going silent once again.
"I like you."
"Huh?"
"No, I'm totally fucking wasted." I laugh.
"I fucking hate you." He whispers.
"Yeah, Winchester. I know you do, lost of people do."
"I'm going to hit you."
"Give it your best shot."
"Jesus Christ! You're making me crazy!" He shouts. "Just go away."
"Sorry, can't."
"Why?"
"I don't wanna."
"I need you to go away!"
"Why? Why do you hate me so much? Why do you bring me in and then push me out!?"
"Because!"
"Because what!?"
"You're the best friend I've ever had, okay!?" He throws himself on my couch. "That's why I hate you. You're too fucking nice to me."
"You hate me because I'm a decent human? Fuck you, Dean."
"I don't deserve it!"
"Why is that!?"
"Because dad says so! He says I don't deserve love from anyone. He says I'm worth nothing more than dirt on the ground or a pebble in the street!"
"Fuck him! He doesn't know you like I do!" I stand up infront of him.
"You don't know me!"
"Yes, I fucking do, Dean. You're amazing and you're sweet, smart, talented. You're everything."
"I'm nothing."
"Shut the fuck up. You make people happy."
"That doesn't matter."
"You make me happy."
"How?"
"With your myste-"
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"Then kick my ass, Dean."
"Fine, I will." He stands and squares up.
"Dean, sit the fuck down before I knock your dumb drunk ass out." I sigh.
He looks at me offended. "Bitch, make me."
"Ok." I walk closer and push his stupid ass down back on the couch. "I'll be downstairs helping my liver commit suicide. When you're done being a salty bitch, come do some shots with me and your brother."
