Title: Cup of Coffee [a songfic]

Note: I love Dean so I want to write a story from his point of view. The song is by Garbage and it's called Cup of Coffee. It's a really sad song and not all of it is included in this song-fic, but the lines that are relevent are.

Luke's Diner

She sat directly across from me, staring into the full cup of coffee, which was considered unlikely when being accompanied by a Gilmore. Usually she'd be on her third cup. I know she has something on her mind, she met me early today and hasn't said more than two words, which, once again, is strange for her.

"Rory?"

Her face slowly rose and her soft pair of eyes met up to mine. She didn't reply.

"Is something bothering you?" I ask with more concern than curiosity.

Her eyes remained locked on mine and never before has she looked so distant to me.

"Dean, I can't see you anymore."

As the words slowly and shakily left her mouth and were audible to my ears, I felt as if my heart was slowly being ripped from my chest. I don't know what my facial expression depicted, but one thing I did know was that she didn't love me anymore. She nervously tucked an invisible strand of hair behind her ear and continued talking in a somber tone, but I turned my head and stared intently out the window.

"--and well, i've been spending a lot of time with somebody else. I have feelings for him. I just think it's best for both of us if we break it off before one of us ends up hating the other."

Whatever the hell she was babbling on about, it didn't matter anymore.

--You tell me you don't love me

Over a cup of coffee

And I just have to look away.

A million miles between us.

Planets crash into dust.

I just let it fade away.--

She didn't even have tears in her eyes. This wasn't hurting her the slightest. My body's gone internally numb. Can't feel one thing. How can she not know? How can she not understand how much this was tearing me up? She was silenced for a moment, then spoke a little louder.

"Dean, look at me."

I kept my gaze constant with the light rain hitting the street in a rhythmic way outside the window. She let out a small sigh.

"Fine. Just--we'll still be friends, right?"

I could tell she was being sincere, but I finally shifted my eyes back to hers with a disconcerning look of disbelief and gave a scoff.

--So no, of course we can't be friends.

Not while I still feel like this.

I guess I always knew the score.

This is how our story ends.--




How can she possibly expect my to respond to this?


--So no, of course we can't be friends.

Not while i'm still so obsessed.

I want to ask where I went wrong,

but don't say anything at all--

I don't say a word as I suck in a breath of all the anguish floating in my presence and slowly rise to my feet. SHe looks up with eager eyes and protested.

"Please, Dean. Don't do this...I really want your friendship. It would mean a lot."

I clenched my teeth behind my closed lips and spoke whole-heartedly.

"I'm sure it would. But, Rory, you can't always get what you want."

With these words that I said with anger, yet softness, I felt she knew the pain. I wanted her to know the pain. No. I wanted her to feel the pain. She returned her eyes back to the, still full, cup of coffee sitting so guiltily in front of her. No apologies, no sympathies, not even one last goodbye. Just one cold glare around the small diner, as I opened the door, cueing the bell to jingle, and forced myself out into the now-pouring rain.

--It took a cup of coffee

...to prove that you don't love me.