Jay drove Casey home, a heavily sedated Adam sleeping soundly in the backseat.
"He'll be fine at my place, don't worry so much." Jay assured, noticing Casey's glances to the backseat every so often.
"It's hard not to, Jay. Not to mention that he's adorable without a smartass comment on the tip of his tongue." Casey joked and Jay chuckled.
"Very adorable. Keep in touch, girlie, I know he's going to be worried sick about you." Jay insisted, and she nodded when he parked beside her car, where Dean usually parked.
"For sure."
"You sound off?" Jay asked and she shrugged.
"Its nothing. I'll be fine. Have Adam text me when he's coherent, okay?"
"For sure."
"Thanks Jay."
"Thanks for being there, he was certainly more relaxed when you were there."
"I'll do anything within reason for Adam. Thanks for calling me, I know you're not my biggest fan, but-"
"He loves you, and he's my best friend. I can put my differences aside for him, because you're not that bad of a woman. I understand why he likes you so much." Jay cut her off and she nodded with a small smile.
"I should go. Don't forget to have him text me."
"You'll be the first person he contacts, I promise." Jay assured and she smiled as she got out of the car and headed up to her apartment. Upon seeing that the door was unlocked, she felt herself begin to panic. He wouldn't just leave the door open. Leaving was one thing he would do. Taking the dog was another thing he would do. But he wouldn't not lock the door. Something had to be wrong. Very wrong.
Is that a puddle of beer? She asked herself before feeling all of her panic turn into rage. How dare that motherfucker leave a puddle of beer on my hardwood motherfucking floors. She thought as she dropped a towel onto the puddle to absorb the liquid while she dialed his number.
"Case-"
"Jonathan Michael Good. How many times do I have to tell you not to leave a fucking spill on my goddamn hardwood floors!?"
"I'm sor-"
"Fuck you and your apology, Jon! I'm so fucking tired of you and your fucking apologies, you motherfucker! Did I mention that you're a hypocrite!?"
"I am?"
"Yeah, you are! You left my birthday dinner early because fucking Sami got hurt and sent to the hospital. Why the fuck would it be such a problem for me to see Adam?" She asked and he sighed.
"You're right. The boy and I are on our way home, okay? We'll talk about this when we get home."
"I'll be here." She promptly hung up before he could utter his "I love you", feeling victorious. He deserved shitty treatment for the shit he said last night.
He set his phone in the cup holder, not at all surprised by the way she spoke to him. He deserved it, since she loved those hardwood floors, and that puddle wouldn't have been there if he hadn't gotten drunk, and if he wouldn't have gotten drunk if he wasn't being a jealous hypocrite. She was right. She was always right when it came to him being a dick.
"Why am I such a fuck up, Carter?" He asked the pug, who was in a better spot than he was earlier in the morning, but was only met with a tilted head and what he felt was a condescending stare. "I know, I'm a shithead."
"Where the hell have you been!?" Casey asked once he carried Carter through the front door and he looked at her like a deer caught in headlights. He wasn't going to risk getting her more pissed off with him, so he decided to lie.
"Just spending the morning with my boy to help get over my hangover."
"I hope you slept well, leaving beer on my fucking floor. Do you know how worried I was about you!?"
"You were worried about me?" He asked quietly as he set Carter on the couch and she nodded with a small sigh.
"You never leave the door unlocked when you leave the house. Then I saw the puddle of beer on my goddamn floor and got really pissed off."
"I truly am sorry for that, Casey. And I'm sorry for last night. I was just jealous, and I was being a hypocrite because I was jealous. I realize that I crossed the line with a really low blow, and I'm sorry for that, too. I'm one sorry son of a bitch, and I really don't want you to leave me." He rambled and she looked up at him. He could see the conflict in her eyes and felt the panic rise in his body. She couldn't leave him. He was positive that he'd slowly die without her. "Casey, baby, please."
"My feelings were really hurt last night, Jon. I don't know that I can just dismiss what you said and go about my life like its nothing. I cried in front of Adam, which probably made him feel like shit because he probably thought it was his fault. I don't like crying in front of Adam. I don't like crying in general, but you made me feel like shit and I had to."
"So this is it? You're leaving me because I got drunk and jealous?" He asked, feeling his chest tighten as she bit her lip nervously.
"I don't think I could survive without you, Jon. But you can't turn to the bottle whenever you get jealous. Especially of Adam, of all people."
"I'll stop drinking."
"Come again?" Jon completely sober? She didn't think it was possible.
"Well, maybe I'll just stop drinking in the house. That way the chances of me ruining the hardwood floors."
"You'd do that?"
"How many times do I have to tell you? I'll do anything for you, Casey." He spoke softly, cupping her cheek. "Just promise me you'll stay, kitten." She only nodded, seeing the pure desperation in his eyes and knowing that he'd be just as lost without her as she would be without him.
