Title: Sick of it All.
Summary: After the apocalypse Dean went back to Cassie, finally getting that 'normal' life he'd always wanted, but never admitted to. Problem is, it's not as wonderful as it seems. This fic sees them and their life, post apocalypse.
A/N: Okay since I live in the UK I've only seen up to 5x13, so I know it will be a little off from there, since *some* people decide to *not* put spoiler warnings in their stories, but please bear with me.
Pairings: Dean/Cassie.
He knew it sucked to say it, but since the apocalypse was averted, Sam's life sucked.
He'd lost Bobby.
He'd lost Cas.
He'd lost his friends.
His life.
But by far the worst thing he'd lost was his brother.
Dean.
On the 16th April, 2010, at 16:04 pm Dean Winchester said yes to Michael the Archangel.
The memory was bitter to the younger Winchester's mind. But that was how it was documented in the 'Winchester gospels'.
Michael had taken the time from his busy schedule to come to Dean in the form of a 'temporary vessel' to pitch his sale.
Sam gets to live, Castiel gets appointed Archangel of Humanity and given a position to help other angels understand the human race, Bobby gets his legs back, they all get guaranteed spots in heaven along with everyone Dean has ever cared about, Dean's brain doesn't fry, and most importantly half the world doesn't get destroyed. How could Dean say no?
Well Sam wanted him to. Team free will was knocked down to one member as Dean agreed.
Castiel thanked him when it was over, and neither brother had seen him since. Bobby's legs turned to a curse when he was killed by a Wendigo on his first hunt back in the field. At the hunter's funeral Dean blamed himself.
Knowing he'd be going to heaven Sam started taking risks, not caring. He'd even drunk demon blood once when he needed it on a hunt. Dean had long since quit. It was ironic how Sam was the only Winchester left in the field.
Sam didn't even know why he'd disagreed. He just had a feeling it would go wrong, something wouldn't turn out right. Even when he was a kid he'd had those 'feelings', which were 98% right.
He put it down to Azazel's blood.
Sam left that night. He didn't want to see his brother again. Ever. But he did. And Dean knew it.
He called every day for 3 months before the calls started to peter out. First every other day, then every three days, soon it was just weekends, then every couple of weeks. The last voicemail (because he never picked up, just couldn't bring himself to face Dean or change his number) he'd received was at least 3 months ago, telling him Dean had given up hunting. For good.
As Sam downed the last dregs of his 15th tumbler of Jegermeister he mentally saluted. Have a nice life.
~*~3 years later~*~
He didn't know how, but Dean had found himself in Wisconsin. Something had drawn him there after his last hunt, and he only found out what a few months after he started renting a flat when he ran into Cassie.
Cassie. THE Cassie. The only girl he'd ever loved. And lost, twice.
Slowly they'd built up a relationship. She realised he meant it when he said he'd given up on hunting. Over the course of two years they'd dated, falling deeper in love than they ever had before.
Truthfully Cassie had never gotten over Dean, he was the main reason she was still single.
9 Months ago Cassie had moved into Dean's apartment, delicately adding feminine touches to it, making it a home for both of them. They threw a housewarming party, inviting all of Cassie's friends as well as the few Dean had managed to make in those first few months of living there.
Dean was blinded by love and willing to oblige any of her wishes. Cassie was blinded by jealousy of anyone who even came near her man, knowing of his previous promiscuity.
For a while they were happy together, the pink glow of finally getting his pie after so longer hadn't even began to leave Dean, but all too soon he started to see the effects of his compliancy.
It was little things at first, but quickly they snowballed, once he'd forgotten to pick up the dry cleaning;
'You didn't *tell* me we had any to be picked up!'
'What so I'm your mom now? I have to tell you to do *everything*?!'
'For crying out loud! What do we have that even *needs* dry cleaning anyway?! I'm a mechanic and you're a chef!'
'What so I can't have nice clothes because I downgraded employment, is that what you were trying to say?'
'*NO*! Why do keep twisting my words?!'
'That's it, I'm staying at Linda's tonight. Maybe she and Tony can talk some sense into you tomorrow!'
Dean soon learned that arguing for himself would only cause bigger fights. It was a slow process because he'd pretty much spent his entire life fighting fire with fire, and Cassie did not like to be reminded of that one bit. He quickly developed a passive personality, going from the life of the party to a bystander, agreeing with what she said, backing down if he'd 'done something wrong', cutting off friends because she said so. Heck he hadn't phoned his brother in nearly 3 years.
8 months after they started living together things had taken a turn for the worse. Cassie's friend had been posted to Afghanistan with Air Force. She'd known him since she was a kid, and he meant alot to her.
Dean took sympathy with her, but everything he said seemed to be wrong. He had no idea what it felt like to be without someone you care about. He had no idea what it was like to have someone who you've known your whole life, someone who you love, maybe more than you should, be constantly in the line of danger, their life hanging by a strand, getting weaker day by day. Obviously.
Soon they were fighting about everything, though fighting's not really the right word since that takes two people. Smaller even more insignificant things than before caused Cassie to blow up at him.
Their friends were sympathetic towards him, but mainly supported her, since she was 'going through a rough time'.
They were in another 'separation period'. Still together but Cassie spending the week or so at Linda's or couch surfing her female friends' houses. They'd had another fight.
About a week beforehand Dean had let his eyes wander to another woman. In truth he was just thinking. But Cassie called him on it anyway. It was 'a big issue'. That evening Dean had gone out with the guys to 'shoot the shit, get pissed, crash at Steve's to stop the girls complaining,' over all it was a good plan. Until at one bar they'd ran into Shirley, the ex of one of Dean's friends, who was luckily absent at that time. Last time he'd seen her, and this was while she was dating Michael (ironically one of Dean's best friends), she'd been all over him, hands everywhere, basically ignoring her boyfriend, and her behaviour didn't improve much when Cassie had arrived.
Needless to say she was public enemy #1 in Cassie's eyes.
Dean and Steve, who also knew Michael quite well, were talking quietly about her, when the relatively new guys to the group (Jules and Elliot) asked them what they were talking about.
"That girl over there." Dean motioned with his head, "We used to know her-,"
Unfortunately Jules took that moment to call her over with a 'Hey beautiful!', not knowing what he was doing.
She strutted over in her ridiculously high heeled, thigh length dom boots and hotpants, waggling her manicured-to-within-an-inch-of-it's-life-hand at them.
"Hey Dean!" She waved and giggled at him, blowing an air kiss. He fidgeted uncomfortably. She was trampy even for *him*.
"Uh. Hi."
"So you going to introduce me to your friends?" Shirley giggled again, batting her spide-...eyelashes at the other men. Thankfully for Dean Steve spoke this time.
"That's Jules, he'll sleep with anything that moves which is why he called your whore-ass over, that's Elliot, same applies to him, and you know who Dean and I are, and you've obviously met our lovely girlfriends who we're extremely devoted to."
Jules and Elliot were giving him weird looks but Dean smiled inwardly, inclining his head in thanks to Steve. He just wasn't that kind of person these days.
Shirley continued to smile like the Cheshire cat, practically purring when Jules touched her shoulder, while Dean and Steve left to go join the rest of the guys.
15 minutes later, after two more pits Chris insisted on buying him, Dean and Steve (who hadn't had any alcohol) left the bar and stood outside while Dean called his girlfriend.
"She said I can go back, but she was huffy about it. Probably looking forward to a night without me." Dean nervously laughed, but quietened when Steve gave him a funny look before turning away.
He could have sworn he heard Steve say 'You're losing yourself', but it was so quiet Dean put it down to the wind.
Sam Winchester sat in a dark bar drinking to himself. After nearly giving himself liver poisoning Sam started to control his alcohol intake. Tonight however was a special occasion. He was celebrating. The last demon (he had it on good authority) was vanquished. He was done. It had taken him three years, but he'd finally cleaned up the mess he'd made. Sure there were still crossroad demons, still ones in hell, but all who had escaped the hellgate, all who were topside because of *him* were gone. He pulled out his tattered old mobile phone. Hesitating slightly he found 'Dean' on the list and pressed call. He quickly hung up once he realised it was half 3 am. He'd call tomorrow.
A/N okay, basically, I know this is pretty damned AU, and will get even more AU as it goes on, but please review? Flames light my fire, and advice always helps ^^
Also do you even want me to continue, cuz if this is aload of Douchenozzle (^^) I'll stop here and now. Okay actually I wont I just won't upload it *cheesy grin*.