Lanay was at home over a week and didn't hear anything from Dean not that she expected it but hated she missed him in spite of it all. She avoided watching anything wrestling related not wanting to miss him more than she already did and maybe his method of control hit her more than she thought.

It was around midnight and a weekend she had to herself again as she laid on her couch scrolling through her phone and sat up quickly looking at the photos she found. The photos of a smiling Dean and Renee panged her heart, she remembered his conversation about going camping and horseback riding with Renee but seeing the pictures in her face semi-hurt. It was a reminder of what she would never have and what she was, a side chick. The person who was held in the shadows, kept away from him, she couldn't text him even if she wanted.

She hated having feelings for someone that could never reciprocate those especially in public.

"What have you gotten yourself into?" She looked at the pictures again seeing that he was genuinely happy. She couldn't help but wonder if he thought of her. Of course not Niece, you're a warm hole that's not his girlfriend.

Lanay got up grabbing the bottle of wine and ignoring the glass as she popped it up and drank from the bottle to wattle in her own self-pity.

"You are so fucking pathetic and fucking talking to yourself right now."

Lanay took another swig from the bottle eyeing the pictures again; she started doubting everything while continuing drinking doubting everything within herself, her looks, her nonchalant attitude; she kept drinking until the bottle was empty.

Despite her mind telling her it was a bad idea she text Dean, something simple, something neutral just to see if he would respond: ey u

"Dammit, auto correct let me down, supposed to be an h." Lanay got up grabbing a second bottle after hearing her text message signal. She knew she was going to need her trusty friend alcohol before she read this. She popped the top off her red wine taking a big gulp from the bottle.

Finally.

"Finally?" Lanay hated talking to herself. It was a habit she tried to break but knew as long as she didn't answer she was in the clear.

Finally? Jonathan bye. You had ample opportunity to write me as wlel. Fuck. I don't feel like tryna to auto correct that, why isn't my auto correct working right?'

Are you drunk?

Are you balding? Both answers will equate to yes.

Are you okay?

Have fun camping? You and Renee look good together BTW. I never realized how dirty you too look togheter. Fuck! *you *dirty *toghether gotdammit! *together.

Wouldn't it be easier to just erase and correct?

Wouldn't it be easier for you to just… idk I can't think. Have fun with your girlfriena.

Lanay continued drinking not even realizing what she was saying at this moment as she downed the second bottle and the effects of the liquor were making her crazy in addition to slight nausea.

She's in the bathroom and I was going to text you anyway.

Surreeeeee yo were, full of shit. *you fuck! Oh I can spell that right. Hey, full sentence with no errors, be proud.

On the other end Dean was chuckling at her spelling mistakes shocked she text him first but getting to talk to her in this state of mind was interesting. Renee was in the shower and he couldn't deny he missed Lanay; she was a different type of woman than Renee, yet they were similar at the same time.

Are you okay?

I'm fineeeeeeee Mr. Good. Can't you tell by my seplling? FUCK! I can't even spell spelling right. Why must auto correct let me down so much? I want to cry…. This is a travesty… a conspiracy between you and my phone to fuck me over.

What?

You and your fuckig control *fcuking *fuaak *fucking! Control. You won Jon, you fucking won. I can't think of nothing but you well, Roman is in there too and maybe Bray, okay and sometimes Dolph but it's primarily you, fucking you of all people and your'e out houseback riding, wait.. No... that sodesn't sound right.

Dean was about to respond before another text came through.

HORSEBACK. I CAN FUCKING SPELL!

How much are you drinking?

2 bottles, about to go for number 3. I have a winery here but you wouldn't know that cuase you never been here.

A winery you say? I thought you were a beer girl?

I am. I love beer but wine is my go to because it's readily available. I got a whole mini fridfe full of wine but you wouldn't know that. Ugh, why am I writing you? Go to your girlfirned

*fridge girlfriend

She's busy and you're occupying my time right now.

Oh, I'm sorry to be a nuisance to your life.

Did I ever say that you were?

No. but I haven't heard from you all week, I hatre you.

I think you like me Lanay.

I hate you.

Hate is another form of love.

Don't you dare quote Enzo at me, fuck why you aren't Enzo? This would be more entertaining.

How many guys have you went through?

Just you but I'm going to pick more, juts wathc fuck you Jon, I'm going for your buddies now.

Never. I've imprinted on you.

Oh god, please don't tell me you watch Twilight, oh god, you're loseing sexiness. You watch fucking Twilight.

You say fucking a lot? Do you want me to fuck you Lanay?

I do. Happy now?

I want to fuck you. I wish I was there now especially with you in this mood. I can just picture you going wild with your mouth on my cock, bouncing that big ass on my dick, grabbing your tits. I have to see you.

Nope. You're with the little lady and not here with me.

I want to be there with you.

But you with her, fucking her and I'm here alone with my 3th bottle of wine. Wait, 3th isn't a word, why didn't my phone correct that?

Do you want me to answer that question?

No. no. forget it hve a good night. *have

I want to be with you tonight. I thought about you all fucking week.

Lanay bit her lip as she smiled at her phone, almost finishing her 3rd bottle of the wine as the room started spinning slightly.

Same. Why didn't you warn me about?

Dean understood her message in spite of the question not being finished.

I didn't know.

I can't be the 1st and won't be the last but… goodnight Dean the woom is spinning and phone is gonan slip from my hands.

You are the first and I'm getting you drunk the next time I see you.

No, no alcohol is the devil's piss and that's why it makes me do evil things.

Dean couldn't help but laugh again while hearing the water shut off. He knew Renee was coming back and he had to go back into boyfriend mode with her.

Rub yourself to me.

Pass myself out to cursing you out instead.

I'll see you next weekend.

Come here.

Dean didn't respond as he quickly deleted his messages upon hearing Renee coming out be had a feeling he was going to have to make a trip soon.