Notes at the End...
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I always was naive. I never thought this kind of thing would happen to me. God was I wrong. I had come home early, for once my asshole boss gave a crap about his employees. What I saw I never expected, but there he was, grunting as a blonde bimbo rode him. At first I was stunned, standing there in the doorway like a bumbling idiot, I didn't know where my voice came from but there it was, a strangled whisper.
"Dean?" Almost comically their eyes shot towards me. The blonde was confused but Dean quickly shoved the girl off of him, trying to cover up his naked body.
"Aurora, it's not what it looks like. Shit, you're home early." I snapped out of my daze, blind hot rage boiled under my skin.
"Yeah, I am. Sorry for interrupting." I snarled at him. Ignoring his guilt ridden face I ran to the kitchen, grabbing the keys from the counter, I heard him coming up behind me, trying to spit out the "I've been caught cheating" excuses.
"Meant nothing...come back... I love you not her.." I couldn't take it, burning tears stung my eyes, but I didn't allow them to fall. I would not cry in front of Dean Winchester. I walked back into the room we had once shared and felt under the dresser for the lock box that held our emergency cash. I grabbed everything in it and took out the duffle under the bed, filling it with random clothes, my toiletries, my computer and my charger. I heard him come back into the room, a fountain of bullshit still coming from his mouth. I just couldn't take it.
"I gave up everything for you Dean Winchester. Do you really think I wanted to settle down? Stop hunting when it was the only thing I knew? No, I sure as hell didn't. But I did, because YOU wanted to. I did this for YOU and what do you do. Sleep with a tramp in our own bed. Go. To. HELL." I screamed at him. Tears were falling freely from my eyes, not of sadness but of anger, red hot anger. I pushed past him, and ran down the hallway, passing the bimbo in the living room. I stopped for a moment and glared at her, feeling a bit of pleasure as she seemed to shrink into the couch.
Continuing out of the house, I threw my duffel in the back seat of my 2013 Dodge Charger, then with Dean's keys I opened the back of the Impala and took all my weapons and flasks with holy water. I slammed the trunk and winced a little, not the cars fault its owner is a prick. I threw the weapons in the back and turned on the ignition. I was about to back out of the driveway when I saw Dean on the doorstep, pain etched on his face. "Good," I thought as I peeled out into the street.
Sobs racked my body as I drove, little hiccups escaping my lips. I was broken, all the adreneline had left my body, leaving a husk of a person. Never in my life had I felt this pain. Not even when I was tortured by demons. This was a new torture entirely, inflicted by the one I trusted most.
So I drove, and I didn't stop for days, Only once did I stop to get gas. I didn't eat, I didn't sleep, I realized that It was a bad Idea. But I no longer cared if I died, I was hollow anyways. I eventually stopped after almost a week, at a place I used to call home. The Singer Salvage yard. My father had died long ago, so the place was empty, but it was better than nothing. When I entered a hysteric laugh escaped my lips. It was as if dad hadn't left at all. Books were thrown about collecting dust, empty beer bottles littered almost every surface and there was still wood in the old fireplace. I walked up the stairs to my old bedroom and threw my stuff on the floor. Shedding my coat and boots I climbed into my old bed, it smelled musty but familiar and I soon fell asleep.
I woke up a few hours later, light flooding in threw the windows. I rolled over with a groan as my back cracked a few times. I went to the bathroom adjacent from my room and looked in the mirror. My grey eyes were red and dulled from exhaustion and my blonde hair looked like a rat had made it it's home, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I did care about the hideous taste in my mouth so I brushed my teeth for a good five minutes. I was thankful right then that Dean had convinced me to keep up the payments for the house.
Dean
My heart throbbed in my chest and my eyes watered for what seemed like the thousandth time this week, but nothing came out. I was empty in almost every sense of the word. I threw my hair up in a bun and walked out of the bathroom. After lugging my coat and boots back on I went in search of some food, my hunger had finally won over. It was no shock that there was nothing so I went outside and drove to the nearest fast food place. After I had eaten I went back to the house and got out my laptop. Another painful reminder popped up once it started. Staring up at me was Dean and I, his arm was around me and I was trying to stop laughing, his eyes were on me and he had the thousand watt smile on his face. We were happy, the emphasis on the word were.
It was then that I felt the rest of my humanity slip, my heart seemed to fall out of my body, and my blood chilled in my veins. I was breathing, but no longer alive, and I had Dean Winchester to thank for that. I decided it then and there, no one is ever going to hurt me.
Ever again.
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