Words: 1445 words ( four pages on my google docs thingy)

Warnings: Swearing, drunken tendencies, some violence

AN: And here's part two to 'Don't Break Me Down'! Hope you enjoy it. It's my birthday present to all of you, my reading followers! (Kind of late, but oh well.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural

It had been a couple weeks after the incident - that's what she was calling it. She hadn't had any more episodes - another term she used for the incident - like that and she was proud.

The only thing was was that for the first few days, the brothers had treated her as if she were a glass vase teetering on the edge of a table, ready to tip over and break. But once she proved that she was not as fragile as they acted on the hunt, the two treated her like before, which she appreciated greatly.

The three of them were out at a bar, celebrating yet another successful hunt. She was nursing her first beer while the brothers were at their second. They were joking with each other and she couldn't help but laugh at their little trio's antics. There came a point where she had to remove her hands from her sides and wipe the tears away.

That's when she saw him in a darkened corner the already dimly lighted bar. And he was staring straight at her, a clear bottle of dark alcohol in his hand. Her back straightened considerably and she felt like she couldn't breathe properly.

"What's wrong?" Dean looked at her as he pulled her closer into his side. His green eyes were searching hers in concern.

She looked at him and realized that she wouldn't be able to lie to him. "He's here."

"Where?"

"In the corner." The Winchesters started to get out of their barstools, but she stopped them. "Don't." She hated to admit it, but she was scared.

"Babe," Dean tried, looking at her pleadingly. She knew how he felt, but this isn't how she wanted it to happen.

"No." She shot him down. She shot both Winchesters down, in fact. "If he wants to talk, he can do the work." If he wanted to confront her, that son of a bitch would be doing it on her terms.

Dean looked at her before commenting, "Babe, it makes me all tingly when you take control like that." He smirked and sat down next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. She kissed his stubbled cheek as he traced circles into her arm with his thumb. It relaxed her and she took a swig before the three went back to their conversation from before. She almost forgot about the man at the other side of the bar that was able to send frightening chills down her spine at the sight of him. Almost.

All too soon, though, she noticed her ex moving towards the three. He moved like a predator would when stalking its prey - a lot like the way he would act towards her when things got bad. There was another woman following him close behind. She looked skittish and her eyes shifted towards ever direction in something that looked like fear.

She pulled slightly onto Dean's jacket in warning, hearing his boots smack across the wood flooring as he closed the distance.

"Long time no see, Baby Girl." Her ex announced as he stood behind them.

"Not long enough." She mumbled. Dean grabbed her hand under the counter and gave it a reassuring squeeze. She leaned into the Winchester.

"I see you've been fucking a Ken doll behind my back." She could hear the anger rising in his voice.

"It's not behind your back, Mickey." She deadpanned, her back still turned away from him.

"My girlfriend's been shacking up with another guy all this time." She could hear him throwing his hands up. If he still called her his girlfriend, then what was he calling that small blonde that was on his arm?

"The 'Ken doll' would be my boyfriend. Whose name happens to be Dean." She said, just wishing that he'd go away.

"I knew you were a two timing slut."

"Hey!" Dean called in offense.

She felt Mickey grab onto her shoulder. She flinched as he forcefully turned her around in her seat. "You look at me when I'm talking to you."

"Leave us alone, Mickey." She advised. "You're drunk." She felt the blood run cold at the sight of him. Her heart clenched painfully inside her chest at the thought of what would happen to her if they were still together.

"Not gonna happen." He squeezed her arm and she knew that there'd be dark splotches of blue and black painted on her skin the next morning. She noticed the other woman gasp and look at Mickey in horror.

"Get off of her." Dean warned, standing up right behind her.

"You're not gonna get away this time." But all she could focus on was the small blonde at Mickey's side. She looked completely terrified, her pupils needle points inside her widening eyes. The hunter recognized the feeling, though. It was the fear of what would happen, cultivated from multiple past occurrences.

"I said, 'Get off of her'." Dean repeated. He was at her side now, making his size known. Dean was just a little taller than her ex, and he seemed to notice that. Sam came up from her other side and both brothers flanked her, like they were protecting her. Mickey let go of her arm in a jerk.

"Mickey, baby." The blonde piped up. She put her hand on his shoulder. "Let's just go back to the motel."

"Not until this- this whore knows what's going to happen if she doesn't come with me."

"Step off." The younger Winchester warned.

"Sam," She placed her hand on his shoulder, trying to gently rein him in.

"Mickey, come on." The blonde tried again. She couldn't help but sympathize with the woman. She knew that she never wanted to cause a scene when she was with Mickey either.

Many things happened in such a short span of time. First, Mickey turned around a roughly pushed her into a nearby table. Second, the blonde cried in surprise. Third, she focused back on her ex just in time to see him advancing on her - Dean and Sam were too preoccupied with what had happened to the blonde to realize what was going on.

In the split second that it took Mickey to march up to her, she decided to do something that she had only dreamed about. She looked him in the eyes and connected the heel of her palm with her nose.

He reeled back and howled in pain, shouting, "You bitch!" Dean and Sam stared at her for a moment.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." She smiled slightly at them, wiping some of the man's blood off her hand.

"You bitch!" She heard Mickey repeat in a screech. She turned around to defend herself, but Dean lunged at him, instead. Her ex was tackled to the ground and Dean started to throw punch after punch at him. Both were grunting and rolling around on the wooden floor. Sam was trying to break-up the fighting men and the blonde had scampered out of the bar, leaving the four of them alone. She heard an engine rev up and knew that the blonde was gone, hopefully for good.

Sam was finally able to get his older brother off of Mickey. "If I ever see you again," Dean threatened. "I will personally kill you, you son of a bitch."

With one startled look at Dean, Mickey got up and rushed out of the dark bar. "Did that make you feel better?" She asked when he turned around to face her.

"Oh, yeah." Dean's grimace left his face and he smiled at her. "Let's get out of here." He placed some money on the counter and led her and Sam out of the bar and eventually, out of the town.

AN: And now this story has been finished! I hope that you liked it and that it flowed with the first part. I know, there was a hell of a lot more dialogue in this one than in the first part. Comments, questions, concerns? Just drop me a review or a PM on fanfiction or an ask on my blog.

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