It was creeping into the night. It has been a long day. Classes had been more stressful than normal, people being more bitchy than normal, and overall— everyone seemed to not be in a good mood. It didn't help that the day before you found out that your boyfriend had been cheating on you. You laid comfortably on the couch in your apartment. You were beyond grateful that Josh didn't have a key, but he did pound on the door for a while earlier. You were thankful for the silence that fell over the apartment when he stopped.
You leaned up, looking at your phone. You had some notifications from twitter, YouTube and some games you hadn't played in months. You had a few text messages.
Mommy: I hope you're havin a better day sweetcheeks!
You couldn't help but smile, but your heart still felt heavy.
Sam(my): Hey. It's Dean. My phone died and I think left my charger in lecture today. On my way over!! I will be stealing your charger. Love you!!!!
That was 15 minutes ago, which meant it was fair to say that Dean was probably roaming the apartment halls to get to yours. You looked awful. You were wearing sweatpants, a shirt that Dean left at your apartment months ago, and your hair was up, and it so desperately needed to be washed. You definitely had makeup on from the day. You hadn't had the energy to wash your face, you didn't have the energy to really do anything.
You and Dean had been best friends for the longest time. You practically watched Sammy grow from waist height to having to look up to him to talk to his face. Dean and you clicked. It was never awkward. It was never stressful. It helped that your mother housed the boys when John went missing for weeks at a time when they were kids. Your mom always let them crash in the spare bedroom, which meant you guys had to be at least nice to one another. The real friendship started when some bitch pushed you on the basketball court. Dean beat the shit out of him, and boy, did he get in trouble.
You still tease him about it to this day, something that makes Dean's cheeks burn red. It's adorable. He had a key to your apartment, as did Sam. The boys were constantly over, plundering through your fridge, through your cabinets for plates, soup, bandaids, Tylenol, and anything else they didn't want to go to the store for. It didn't stress you out, it comforted you. You smiled softly at the memories that came to your mind. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard voices shouting in the hallway. You recognized them both. Dean and Josh.
"Why the fuck are you here?"
It was distinctly Dean. There was undeniable anger and protectiveness lacing his voice. You were aware that if you could hear them, anyone else who was home could also hear them. "Trying to see my girlfriend," Josh's voice snapped back. That made you flinch. You were not his anymore. "You know damn well she doesn't want you anymore. I'm going to be a good friend. Show her some fuckin' love after what you did to her," Dean said back. Even through the door, even with their voices muffled by the door, your heart was still pounding. High school Dean would have already swung at him, you weren't quite sure he wouldn't.
You carefully cracked the door open, your eyes adjusting to the light in the hallway. Josh was standing by your door, Dean was in his face. He had bags in his hand, his fists balled up around the Walmart bags. Dean's jaw was clenched, you could tell Dean wanted to break Josh's face. "Get the fuck out of here," Dean spoke. His voice was controlled, but Josh seemed to get the point. You were thankful that he didn't push past Dean but carefully stepped back, then around him. Dean noticed you watching him.
"Sorry you had to see that," he said, his voice and posture immediately going soft. "It's okay," you said back, rubbing your face as you opened the door for him to enter. "I'm pretty sure the entire floor heard us though," Dean said, walking in. He continued walking, you followed, entering the kitchen. You nodded at him. "But I brought you some stuff. We're gonna have a fun time," Dean said, setting down the bags. You noticed one of the bags held the portable grill Dean kept at his and Sam's apartment. "Why do you have a fucking grill, Dean?" You teased, playfully bumping your hips into his. "I propose that we make s'mores. The best way to fix a broken heart is unnecessary sugar," Dean said, pulling graham crackers, marshmallows, and chocolate. You rolled your eyes, turning you back to him. You needed to get him a lighter if he was going to do that.
