Tired of her best friends constant blind date set-ups Rachel agrees to a Date with the one man who could quite possibly change her life, that is if she wasn't hiding things.
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This story is my own, any comparison to others like it is pure...
A groan echoes through the room as the occupant begins to wake. A shuffle of sheets comes next followed by hastened bare feet on wooden flooring. Retching, water splashing, another groan, a choking gag, more retching, and finally a painful moan.
Dean slunked back against the wall as the evidence of just how much he drank last night flushed away. Despite emptying the contents of his stomach just moments before the overwhelming taste of coconut lingers in the back of his throat.
"Shit," he mumbled, resting his head back he closed his eyes. Flashes of his night fluttered on the back of his eyelids, they paused at the image of Rachel on her knee's tears streaking down her face. Dean instantly lurched forward and emptied the last of his stomach contents, this time it burned his throat as acid mixed with it.
He whimpered as he threw himself on the floor, eyes stinging with tears, hands woven through his hair griping tightly as if to pull forth the memories he had forgotten from the night before as he sobbed. There were no words only images. Leaving the station, stopping off at the bar to have a few shots, letting himself in at her apartment, and a few more beers.
Dean remembered at one point he walked around the living room taking in the photos. Looking at images of the two of them happy had made his eyes burn, he had felt betrayed. He doesn't remember her coming home, or who spoke first, he doesn't remember what words were exchanged but he knew they were bitter and vile he could still taste them on his tongue.
Dean sat up slowly, he leaned his elbows on his knees and hung his head between them.
He left her.
All it had taken was a simple secret to break them. One that he wasn't even sure was that big of a deal. The haze in his mind hadn't lifted, but he needed to get up. Halfway to standing he became dizzy "nope" he muttered as his knees hit the hardwood.
Dean crawled to his room and grabbed his phone from the nightstand.
"Fuck" he sighed noticing he didn't plug it in last night. He sent a text to Ben before trying to stand again this time much slower. The phone chimed when Ben replied. Dean looked at the screen in confusion and responded.
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He tossed his phone on the bed as a knock, no scratch that a pounding on his front door began.
"Jesus, I'm coming!" he snapped as he opened the door. Bens right hook made contact with his jaw knocking him down on his ass. "What the fuck dude!"
"That's exactly what I wanna know asshole," Ben snapped back.
Dean groaned and rolled over, the pounding in his head significantly worse now. Ben stepped over the threshold of the apartment and closed the door. "I'm gonna need you to start talking otherwise I'm going to punch you again."
"What do you want to hear?" snapped Dean.
"I don't know," began Ben trying to keep his temper in check, "maybe an explanation of what happened yesterday!"
"I don't know," groaned Dean, he rolled over on his back and spread his hands out wide, "I don't remember shit from yesterday."
"You don't know?" Ben snapped, "well here let me enlighten you."
Ben reached down and snatched the front of Deans shirt and hauled him up tossing him onto the couch. "So yesterday, you leave the precinct after finding out your girlfriend is on the werewolf registry. Storm back in hours later smelling like you took a swim in a distillery. Get FIRED! then take off in your truck DRUNK! and just when I think you're done doing stupid shit I wake up this morning to my wife's best friend, the woman who's like a little sister to me crying her eyes out because of this!"
Ben pulled a folded-up newspaper out of his back pocket and tossed it at him.
Dean slowly unfolded it noticing was this morning's newspaper, the headlining story made him pale.
McGuiere Heir To Wed Indigo Academy Sweetheart.
Right below the treacherous words was a photo of Lillian and himself looking at each other both grinning like fools.
"When the hell did I take that picture?" he thought to himself. He looked up at Ben who had his head tilted to the side in confusion.
"You really didn't know?"
Dean shook his head and sat up straight ignoring the pain in his head, "I need to call my mother and figure out what's going on."
Ben sighed, "make it fast we need to get you to the lab and get your blood drawn. If you really were dosed it will help you get your doctor back." Dean's neck snapped up to look ben in the eyes "that is if you still want her, you know because she's a mutt."
Dean swallowed hard, "please tell me I didn't ..."
"Yeah, ya did and then some. But we'll work on your ass kissing later."
"What do you mean there's no getting out of this!" Dean snapped at his mother. He was beginning to second guess his decision to talk to her in person.
"You signed the paperwork Dean," Natalia replied, "either you marry her, or you sign over everything you own to her. Every last dime we have will be hers. If she doesn't produce an heir with you for our family within five years then you may divorce her but not before hand."
"But..."
"The lawyers thought of everything Dean, there's even a coitus clause."
"There's a sex clause?" Ben asked trying not to laugh. Dean glared at his friend effectively shutting him up.
Natalia smiled, "this is a good thing for our family Dean. Her father's officially put in his bid for Mayor! Think of the status that will give our family."
"Status?" Dean scoffed, "really, my happiness and future are being dictated by a stack of papers!"
"That you readily signed last night!" Snapped Natalia, "now you drop that tone. I'm your mother."
"There's gotta be a loophole somewhere," muttered Dean and he flipped through the contract for the hundredth time.
"Sweetie short of producing an heir before your wedding date in six months you're not getting out of that, its iron-clad," Natalia smiled, "now suck it up and start acting like an adult because your bride will be here in a few hours to start the planning."
"Mother I have to go to the labs and have some blood drawn I can't stay."
"Nonsense, I'll call Doctor Caldwell. He can be here within the hour."
"Mom I really don't want to deal with her right now."
"Dean that is your future wife! You will not speak as if she's someone who can just be dismissed."
The two kept at their back and forth neither saw Ben's knowing smirk. This was going to be an interesting six months.
