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Dean's comparison

Comparing Dean to other guys and he gets mad about it

(704 Words)

I tightened the straps in my gloves as I walked into the room in the bunker dedicated to fighting. Dean had been sparing and training me since I joined them. I'm a great fighter but after being kidnapped and tortured I had lost a lot of my strength and teach my body all over again. I smirked as I looked at Dean, I never know where I stand with Dean. It always depends on his mood. Some times when we're sparing he goes easy on me and other times he's violent. I'm not scared of him but when he's being violent it always reminds me of the creatures we fight daily. We started off just doing some patterned punching of his pads and random swings I would have to dodge. I purposely punched one of the pads a little harder than he expected and it seemed to hurt his hand a little, I couldn't help but smirk. Dean chuckled as he shook his hand off. He smiled as he took the pads off and prepared to fight me. I shrugged slightly and waited for him to come to me.

We weren't taking it too seriously as we chuckled as we fought. Dean stepped back so I took it as a hint that he wanted a break but as I lowered my hands he swung for me. His fist instantly colliding with the side of my jaw. He quickly stopped and looked at me shocked. I instantly tasted blood and my anger began to rise. He tricked me, he's such a dick.
"Oh, shit. I'm sorry, are you okay?" He asked concerned but I punched him in the stomach. He stepped back looking at me concerned.
"What you think just because I'm a girl I can't take a hit?" I asked annoyed as I bounced on the spot slightly instantly knowing we were taking this seriously now. Dean nodded as he brought his fists up to continue the fight.
"Well we did have to save you when we first met," he explained before lunging at me. Fists seemed to be flying with crazy precision.
"You only saved me because I was stabbed in the back and starved for a month," I argued but he chuckled. His face just as serious as before.
"You have no muscles," he commented rising my anger.
"You're such a dick, you're just like every other guy," I started but soon had my legs kicked from under me. Dean quickly pushed me down and pinned me to the floor. I didn't realise we were playing dirty. 
"There ain't no other men like me," Dean spat but I scoffed. He sighed but moved to stand. I groaned as I just wanted to kick him in the nuts but I couldn't, he might be a dick but he doesn't deserve that. He held his hand out to help me up. I smirked at the thought. I took his hand and he pulled me up. I used the momentum to swing myself around his body knocking him to the floor. I angled myself perfectly and put him in an arm lock. He winced as I tugged back slightly.
"You're just like every other man, you think just because I'm a woman I need saving. You think I'm weak and need a man in shiny armour." I explained, Dean struggled in my grasp slightly but soon gave up as he realised that the more he resisted the more it hurt him. He tapped out so I pushed him away from me. We both rose to our feet and just looked at each other. I scoffed as I started taking off my protective gloves. "You're a dick Dean Winchester. People don't leave you because they don't love you, they leave because you make it impossible to be around you!" I shouted as I threw my gloves to the floor and stormed out. On my way I picked up my bag and ignored Sam's questions as I stormed out of the bunker. I just need to clear my head.

It's a constant battle of being attracted to Dean and being completely furious with him.