Unforgivable


Punk woke up the next morning, strands of black hair on his chest as he looked down and seen Paige fast asleep in his arms, looking back up at the ceiling and groaning to himself. Probably not the best idea to sleep with your doped up, struggling friends ex, especially when they had been together for quite some time before. He felt guilty. He knew that they'd split up after an argument, but he still felt guilty and he knew she was the type of girl who would feel guilty also.

He managed to wriggle his arms from around her and sat up on the edge of his bed, grabbing a pair of boxers from the dresser beside and slipping them on, standing up and looking to his bed where she still lay fast asleep. She was beautiful girl, clearly he couldn't help himself, and clearly he hadn't much to lose, but he still felt like it was a bad choice. It was a wonderful choice at the time whilst he was thrusting himself into her, but an awful choice now that he realised this would not sit well with Dean.

"M-Morning." Paige whispered as she woke, looking up at him as he turned back to look at her before leaving the room.

"Morning." Punk edged a small smirk, "You alright?" He asked as she nodded, resting herself in against the pillows as he smiled watching her.

"I'm ok." She nodded, "I can't help feel guilty." She said, it being as if she was reading his mind this entire time.

"Me too." Punk nodded honestly, "We just gotta be honest with Dean. It might not sit well with him but I don't… I don't lie."

"You lied to your girlfriend when you didn't tell her you were leaving state." She said as Punk just raised his eyebrows, "Dean talks." She said.

"I didn't lie."

"Didn't tell her the truth either." Paige replied as Punk just nodded.

"You don't know me." Punk said, "You threw yourself at me last night and I took advantage of it. That's all that happened here." He made himself clear.

"Threw myself at you?" She scoffed, "I actually-" She bit her lip and shook her head.

"What?" Punk said.

"I actually enjoyed myself." She admitted truthfully as Punk just stared across at her, as if she was a nightmare. He was scared she would say that. Truth was, he had a good night too, it was the first time in a long time where AJ just wasn't on his mind.

"So did I." Punk said quietly, "But it's clear you care about Dean. I care about Dean." He said.

"Why'd you sleep with me then?" She questioned, "If you knew I cared about him."

"Because I knew it'd just be one and done." He said as she sat up, clutching the sheets to her chest as she looked across at him.

"One and done?" Paige said as Punk nodded, "You really know how to make someone feel good about themselves." She smiled.

"Listen… I'm not the guy that's meant to be making you feel good about yourself. You were upset and I was just… stupid." He said, "Yeah, did I… for the first time, feel like things would be alright whilst with you? Yeah. But it doesn't matter because Dean obviously loves you, otherwise he wouldn't have stuck around you for so long, trust me." He said.

"You made me feel really safe." She admitted, "I get scared with Dean. Always frightened incase someone comes looking for him through the night or… breaks into our house." She said.

"Has that happened before?" He asked her as she nodded, "That's no way to live." He said.

"I know." Paige said.

"Why don't you take a shower… get dressed. I'll go down and make you some breakfast." Punk said as Paige just nodded and pushed out a small smile, watching him leave the room as she collapsed back down on the soft mattress.

Punk headed downstairs and made his way into the kitchen, jumping when he seen Dean standing there right in front of him, "Hey, man." Dean nodded, having got here a few hours ago, after sobering up he knew he had to come see Punk, but maybe… just maybe, he shouldn't have this time once he realised who was upstairs in Punk's bed.


"AJ was over last night." Seth said, looking across to Clara who sat feeding their son in the kitchen.

"Really? What time?" Clara asked. She still had some bruising on her cheek but was well and truly over Dean hitting her. She knew that wasn't in his character to do that. He was in a bad place. They all had to understand that.

"Like… 2am." Seth shook his head, "I think she was hoping for you to talk to, but I didn't want to wake you. I knew you were tired." He said, "I think she's really trying to let Punk go."

"You think it'll happen?" Clara asked, "You think they can both move on?" She asked.

"I don't know." Seth shrugged, "There still feels like so much tension. Maybe AJ will be able to move on with the baby, but I don't know about Punk." Seth shrugged.

"They worked so well together. It's such a shame." Clara admitted with a sigh.

"I get where she's coming from though." Seth nodded, "He just left her during the night with… with nothing." He shook his head.

"I'm pretty sure you and Dean convinced him to do that." Clara raised her eyebrows.

"I was thinking of Punk, what would be best for him, and I knew him sitting down with AJ and telling her she was leaving would break his heart. But… I didn't realise leaving with no explanation would have broken AJ's." He admitted.

"I'm just really tired of it all." Clara sighed, "I know he's my brother, and she's my friend, but… they-they have to work things out on their own now. I can't drop things to go see them anymore." She said. She realised she might have sounded selfish but now it was time for her to enjoy her life with her son and boyfriend. She couldn't be stuck in the middle of a confused relationship forever.

"Maybe we should move." Seth sighed.

"Do we have the money for that?" Clara asked.

"Yeah." Seth said, "Not too far, just… out of here. So far you have to drive." He said.

"Are we being horrible friends?" She wondered.

"I think we've been pretty good friends these past seven years." Seth said, "We have to think about our lives now. They're all big enough to work things out on their own." He said.

"What about Dean?" Clara asked.

"What about him?" Seth said.

"He's in a right state. We can't just up and leave when things get tough." She said.

"Well as far as I know, Punk will get it under control." He rolled his eyes.

"Why are you saying it like that?" Clara asked.

"Because he was a dick last night." Seth said, "I told him me and you done better with him and Dean gone. I was angry after Dean hit you and Punk was trying to make excuses for it." He said.

"There are excuses for it." Clara said, "He isn't himself. He didn't mean it." Clara said, "What does that leave Punk with? Nothing but a drunken friend… that is if we leave."

"And what does it leave AJ with?" Seth said, "Nothing."

"She's gonna have a baby." Clara said.

"Which could make her feel even lonelier." Clara said, "I don't know. I think too much is going on for us to just leave and forget it all. We have to be here for our friends. Like they'd be here for us." She said.

"Except that… none of them were here for us. Not in the past seven years." He said, standing up and leaving the kitchen as Clara sighed, looking down at TJ and stroking his cheek as she continued to feed him.


Back at Punks, Dean was apologising him for his actions yesterday towards Clara. His sober self felt so bad and it was the final straw for him to realise he really needed help. Fast. Before it was too late.

"I just… I wasn't myself." Dean said, "It could have been anyone I hit, it just happened to be her standing behind me. I really didn't mean it." He said.

"It's alright. I know you're having a hard time right now." Punk said, his stomach doing somersaults as he heard the shower faintly on upstairs, hoping Dean wouldn't notice yet.

"I really need help and… I really need my girl back." He sighed as Punk just nodded, "I don't blame her for ditching me but… she's the only thing I have, the only thing I care about."

"I'm sure… I'm sure she'll just be really upset to see you like this." He said as Dean nodded.

"I know." Dean sighed, "I just… I gotta pay off the debt, get myself clean, get myself a place round here, and… get back to my normal self." He said as Punk just nodded.

"I'm gonna… pay off your debt, just give me an address where these guys live and I'll go." He said. He figured it was the only way it would get done properly.

"I don't want you getting involved." Dean worried.

"Don't worry I'm sure I'll be alright." Punk said, "Once that's out the way maybe you can focus on yourself getting better. No more booze or bags." He said, "It'll be hard but you can do it." He nodded as Dean just smiled.

"Thanks for not… not giving up on me, man." Dean nodded. It meant a lot that Punk was still here for him, to give him that help and guidance he needed.

"You have nothing to thank me for, really." Punk said honestly as he began to hear footsteps down the stairs.

"You… you got company?" Dean smirked a little as Punk just sighed, looking down at the floor. He didn't want to face this situation but it looked like he was gonna have to.

"I think I might have used all of the hot water but-" Paige entered the kitchen, pausing as she looked over at Dean who stood up from the stool, looking across at her in shock.

"What… what the hell are you doing here?" Dean said. He wasn't a fool. Punk was standing here in his boxers. His ex had just walked downstairs and had clearly used the shower. Was this seriously happening, "Have you two both… did you two-"

"It just happened." Punk said, "She was really upset and worried last night. She came here thinking you'd be here. My heads all over the place too and we just sort of…" He looked down, ashamed as Dean shook his head.

"What… what did you just fall over and trip onto his dick?" Dean looked over at Paige.

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to." Paige shook her head, "I was so worried about you." She said. Which she was. She was telling the truth there. She'd just dealt with it all in the wrong way.

"You were worried about me? So you jump into bed with my best friend?" Dean said, "You know how I feel about you, you stupid bitch." Dean spat.

"Alright, just calm down-" Punk began.

"Don't you even speak to me." Dean pointed, "You can't… you can't help yourself. First AJ now… now Paige." Dean said.

"You and AJ weren't even a thing." Punk scoffed a little.

"Yeah, because you never let me get a chance." Dean spat, "I fucking love this girl." Dean said as Paige stood, disgusted with herself. She really did care about Dean, and love him. This however, hadn't proved that.

"Dean, you know I love you." Paige walked over to him, "But it's been so hard seeing you get so bad these past few weeks. This wasn't his fault… I came on to him." She said. She didn't want to ruin a friendship either.

"Whatever." Dean said, "He can have you. I don't care." Dean shrugged, his hands beginning to shake as he realised he needed something to ease this pain. Punk noticed immediately.

"You don't have to take anything to get through this." Punk said, "I'm gonna help you." He promised, walking towards Dean which was a huge mistake, getting socked on the face by his fist, stumbling back a little as Paige gasped, placing her hand to her mouth.

"I don't want your help." Dean spat across to him.

"Dean." Paige whimpered, trying to pull him back as he pushed her away.

"Don't." Dean shook his head, "Just don't." He spat, walking off out of the kitchen and out of the house as Paige turned to Punk who was holding his bloody nose.


A/N: Well, can't say Punk didn't deserve that one. What do you think will happen next? REVIEW and let me know what you think!