Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, I also do not own the song used, I do however own Cheyenne and all others you do not know
A/N: So this is my first one-shot/song-fic, so let me know if you like it and if not, let me know what I did wrong. ALSO, my first completed story thinger. HaHa. So Yay! for me.
Song: Men and Mascara
Artist: Julie Roberts
Sunday dress hangin' on the bedroom door
Empty bottle of wine on the hardwood floor
Cheyenne curled around herself in her bed as tears streamed down her face.
Damn it. Damn him.
Last night he said she was the one
Placing the three sticks down on the table she watched as his face turned white and a look of horror flashed through his eyes.
"Russ?"
Oh but men and mascara always run
"I'm sorry--I can't do this."
And with that said, he walked out the door and out of her life.
Did I give my love too soon or wait too long
Looking down at the diamond ring on her left ring finger she bit back a sob, she yanked it off and threw it across the room.
"Bastard!"
Did I take it a little too easy
He spotted her almost instantly when he walked into the bar--she was sitting in the corner with another woman--and decided to approach.
"Can I get you a drink?"
Or put it on too strong
"That depends--are you paying?"
She smirked and fell into his charm.
She was lookin' for love
He was lookin' for fun
"Where do you see this thing with us going?" Cheyenne cuddled into him.
"Umm...Well..."
Oh but men and mascara always run
Pulling on his jeans and shirt Russ backed out the door nervously.
"I'll call you sometime."
She ain't gettin' any younger
It wasn't supposed to be this way
Letting out a quiet sob Cheyenne looked down at the tiny bundle the nurse had placed in her arms. A baby boy--with Russ' eyes.
"Damn him." Was the broken whisper.
Starin' in the mirror with little black rivers runnin' down her face
Catching her reflection in the dresser mirror Cheyenne sighed at the bags under her eyes and the black streaks smeared down her cheeks.
She should have never opened her big mouth.
Tomorrow's gonna be a brand new day
Cheyenne chuckled as she watched as he rocked her son.
"She's got legs, she knows how to use them." Dean's usual rugged and hard voice a soft and carefree tune.
She'll wake up in the morning
And wash it all away
Sinking down into the tub she let the hot water work the tense muscles and migraine from her worn body.
She scrubbed roughly at her arms. Scrubbed away the night before. Scrubbed away the memories.
Last night he said she was the one
Placing the three sticks down on the table she watched as his face turned white and a look of horror flashed through his eyes.
"Russ?"
Oh but men and mascara always run
"I'm sorry--I can't do this."
And with that said, he walked out the door and out of her life.
Yeah men and mascara always run
"You know me, can't stay in one place for too long."
With that said, Dean grabbed his duffle and walked out the door.
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