Author's Note: Ok so I came up with this out of no where and I kind of like it. Please R&R and I don't own anything Supernatural.
"I'm exhausted" Clare said gathering her belongings. She'd been working double shifts all this week and she was ready to take a well deserved break.
"You going home to that husband of yours?" Nick her coworker asked.
"Absolutely. I haven't seen much of him." Clare answered. She smiled at Nick and thanked him for walking her to her car. The sound of her closing car door signaled the disappearance of her bubbly Clare work persona giving way to plain old ordinary Clare Winchester. Driving home, Clare wished she could do a triple shift. She dreaded going home. It was late and she had no idea what kind of mood her husband would be in. She was too exhausted to deal with anything other than him being asleep.
She entered the apartment she shared with him and saw beer bottles lying around. Loud snores came from the corner of the room where she assumed he passed out hours ago.
"Thank you God" she said aloud softly. The last thing she needed was to wake him up especially since she didn't know when he fell out. Walking into her bedroom, she stared at the bed.
"Oh how I've missed you." She didn't even hear his footsteps behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Mmmm. I've missed you too baby." Great alcohol breath. Clare turned to face him. If she looks him in his eyes she can tell what type of night this would be. She looked into his eyes and saw sex. Well it's better than the alternative Clare thought to herself. She could feel the heat and his member rising throughout his body. He guided her to the bed and climbed on top of her. His warm breath filled her mouth with the taste of alcohol. Clare had to remind herself of the extreme alternative to not push him off her. His hands traced along her body as he continued to explore her mouth. Clare's body ached when he ran his fingers under her shirt.
"Ow" she called out. His body tensed on top of hers. She hoped he'd ignore her outburst and just finish so she could finally get to sleep.
"What am I hurting you?" His voice was so harsh. He pressed his body harder and more painful towards hers.
"No, you're not hurting me." Clare said as her eyes watered.
"You sure." He said pressing much harder on her body.
"Yes. Yes. Yes." Clare screamed out hoping he would take his body off hers. He continued to kiss her and undressed her. He placed his member inside her roughly. It hurt so badly but she kept thinking it would be over soon. He collapsed on top of her as he reached his climax.
"Baby, I'm going to go clean up." Clare said to her husband. She didn't get a response only snoring. Clare flipped on the light in her bathroom. Looking at her reflection, she didn't recognize herself anymore. She's turned into a submissive, passive, scared female and it's all because of her husband. Whatever happened to the days when she longed to come home to her husband and not long for him to be asleep? Clare flipped off the light and walked over to the bed and climbed in, her ribs hurting the whole time. She looked over at her husband, "Dean Winchester, how long am I supposed to put up with this?"