She woke up grumpy and hungover in Dean's bed. For the fourth morning in a row she had no memory of getting there. Like the other mornings her memory stopped at the bar somewhere between drink number 10 and 15. She never could remember Dean even locating her there at all but as always he had come and taken her home.

She turned her head to look at him. He was still sleeping. That was a good thing. She couldn't deal with another lecture like the other mornings. She quietly made it out of bed and looked at the time on her phone. No wonder he was still sleeping since it was only 5.30 AM. She quickly got dressed and snuck out of his place.

She felt like shit as she made her way home slowly. Four evenings of fighting combined with four nights of drinking had been wearing her out. Not caring how she looked, she made her way to an open coffee shop to get a cappuccino to go. She emptied it before she even made it home. Once at home she went straight to the shower to freshen up.

She was one of the first people to get there that morning. She didn't care. It gave her time to warm up without anyone interfering. About 15 minutes later she heard the familiar sound of Dean clearing his throat. She turned around and looked at him.

"Funny thing is I remember taking this girl home to bed last night and this morning she was gone. I feel so used," he said with a smile.
"Maybe she didn't feel like having an awkward morning with you," she said.
"It hurts my feelings that she just snuck out like that," he said.
"Maybe you just weren't good enough in bed," she said jokingly.

She shrieked as he wrapped his arms around her neck and put her in a headlock.

"Not good enough in bed? I'll have you know I'm a master in bed," he laughed.
"Alright, alright, I give up!" She shouted.

He let go and looked at her with a soft smile.

"Seriously, why did you leave?" He asked.
"I'm sorry. I just couldn't deal with anything this morning," she answered.
"Maybe you should hold back on your partying every night," he said.
"Maybe. But who cares? Let's fight," she said and rolled into the ring.

He accepted that she didn't wanna talk about it anymore and he rolled into the ring too, ready to start practising with her. They both knew it was a lie. She would go back again, and she would go back tonight.

As the last four nights Dean had gone home, thinking he wouldn't come to her rescue, and as the last four nights he just couldn't go to sleep without checking up on her so he made it to the bar again. As expected she was way drunk but this time she had company. He knew it would come to this at some point. He just didn't think it would happen this soon.

"Kate," he said firmly as he stopped in front of the table.
"Oh, hi Dean. Have you met my friend... ehm... Joe? John?" She looked at the man.
"Jim," he answered.
"Jim! Have you met my friend Jim?" She asked and giggled.

Dean didn't need to look at the man twice to know he was trouble and not worthy of her time at all.

"Alright, let's go," he said as he yanked her up from the chair.
"No, I'm going home with James," she said.
"Jim!" The man piped in again.
"That's what I said. I'm going home with Jim," she said.

Dean felt so angry. He grabbed her face and forced her head to look at the man sitting there while he leaned in close to her.

"Look at him. He hasn't showered in weeks and you're about to let him put his dirty hands all over you. How low can you sink?" He growled in her ear.

She swallowed hard, not knowing what to say. All of the sudden she felt sober even though she wasn't.

"What the hell have you become?" He growled.
"Enough!" She shouted and pushed him away before hurrying out of the place.

He took off after her and caught up with her right away. He didn't say anything. He just grabbed her hand and they walked back to his place in silence. She fell asleep right away while he laid awake for a while, just watching over her.

The awkward silence stayed between them the next morning. He knew he had somehow gotten through to her last night with his words but he wasn't about to start the conversation again. He was still mad at her for the last five days. He was also mad at Seth for being the cause of it and he was mad at himself for not being able to let go off her. It wasn't his job to be her knight in shining armor and come rescue her night after night but he just couldn't help it. She was his friend.

As usual she took her pain and anger into the ring and came out victorious. Again Dean had filmed the match and sent it to Seth right after. He had done it with every match she had had since he had left.

He stood and waited for her in the hallway as she came out of the locker room after showering.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

He took her hand and started walking down the hallway with her.

"I'm taking you home before you run off to the bar again. Yesterday was a too close call. I don't wanna go back to when I first met you and I know you don't wanna go back there either," he said.

He looked at her and she just nodded, not able to find any words in the situation.

"I borrowed a bunch of horror movies from Baron. We're gonna work our way through them the next many days to come," he said.
"You bought popcorn?" She asked.
"Of course. What kind of a friend do you take me for?" He chuckled.

The sat next to each other in his bed, backs up against the wall, while Hostel started playing. He heard her snuffle a little and turned his head to look at her. He could see she fought to keep the tears within.

"It's okay to miss him," he said softly.
"I don't," she lied.
"Come here," he said.

He spread his legs and patted at the spot between them. She crawled between his legs and cuddled up against his chest. He gently ran his fingers through her hair and kissed the top of her head. He knew she was crying even though she tried doing it as silently as she could.

"You should contact him," he said.
"I've already done that many times. He's not responding," she said.
"Drunk dialing and texting him, telling him how much you hate him doesn't count. You need to be sober and clearheaded for that sort of thing," he said.
"But I'm so angry with him," she defended herself.
"I know, darling," he said.

As the movie ended, he looked down and saw she had fallen asleep all curled up against him. He took his phone and held it as far out as his arm allowed him to and took a picture of them and sent it to Seth.

"She cried herself to sleep but at least she's sober. I'm keeping her safe for you."