Romeo and Julie - Chapter 18

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"Come in, take a seat" Matt smiled nervously as he opened the door to his dorm room. Julie, who had been quiet the whole walk over to the room, looked around quickly and silently sat on the edge of Matt's bed. Matt followed her in and kicked a few stray items under his roommates bed. "Sorry it is such a mess"

"Its fine" Julie said softly. Matt continued to clean up a little, but Julie just grabbed his hand and pulled him to sit down beside her on the bed. "Really Matt, its fine"

"Do you want anything?" Matt asked her nervously. This was the first time he had ever had a girl alone in his room, especially a girl that obviously was going through something. "I think I have some chocolate in here somewhere"

"No, its fine" Julie told him again.

Matt turned to her and decided to take the direct approach. "What's wrong"

The first tear of the night ran down Julie's cheek. She carefully reached up and brushed it away. "Everything is falling apart Matt" She sighed mournfully. "I am going crazy"

"Julie, I hate seeing you like this" Matt whispered to her. Julie smirked.

"Well, I hate feeling like this, so we have another thing in common" She laughed bitterly and brushed away another tear.

"It is going to be ok, what ever it is that is going on" he assured her, resting his hand gently on her knee. Julie looked at his hand and sniffled back a few more tears. She could not deal with this, she couldn't deal with Matt and his feelings right now.

She took his hand and moved it away from her gently. "Matt, please don't"

"Sorry" Matt mumbled, looking away, embarrassed. "I just thought…"

"Can we not think, please. Just, not think at all" Julie asked. Matt smiled at her.

"Sounds like fun" he replied, smiling.

Julie looked to the floor of the room. The same bland carpeting that was in her room in the girls dorms, the same bland carpeting that was in Dean's room just down the hall. Julie wondered what he was doing in his room. Maybe he was thinking about her. Maybe he was doing homework, but most likely, he was thrashing around to that noise that he and Fulton called music.

Matt's room was suffocating. She wanted to leave, she wanted to go away. Not just away from Matt, but from away from it all. She wanted to be in Maine again, with her mom, who would hold her and tell her that it would all sort itself out. With her father who would look at her and affectionately say 'messing with those preppy boys hearts will get you in trouble Julie-love'. Julie even wouldn't mind being with her brothers, all five of them, playing goalie for them in the driveway.

Away from Dean and Matt maybe she could think. Away from Beck and Fulton and Connie, who all meant well but frustrated her more then the situation did. Away from Coach Orion and his no Shakespeare on the ice rules. Away from Meredith and her assurance that she will be a great Juliet. Away from it all.

She had feelings for Dean. There, there it was. What she had been fighting for all this time. She mustn't have been a good goalie if she let that slip by her. Occupying herself with Matt was meant to take away the feelings for Dean. And now, she just felt so empty. She had pushed Dean away so much that he was actually leaving her alone, and now, Matt, the wonderful, sweet boy who was an innocent in all of this was going to get hurt.

Matt deserved an explanation. If he could have anything, he should have the truth. He should never have been dragged into this in the first place.

"Matt." She began. "I…"

Julie tried to continue, but was cut off my his lips on hers. It had happened so quickly, he had reached out, buried a hand in her hair, and brought her lips to hers. Julie, in shock, allowed herself to be kissed for a few seconds before she reached out and pushed him away.

"What are you doing?" Julie asked him.

Matt was suddenly extremely interested with the bottom of his shoes. "I am sorry"

Julie wanted to leave more then ever. He had just complicated things so much more. The silence that followed was the heaviest Julie had ever lived though.

"I thought that you felt the same…" he began. Julie felt another tear run down her cheek. This really sucked.

"I do…I mean, I cant…I mean…Shit" Julie began, and then shook her head. "Matt, just…"

"Julie, what's wrong"

"Matt…" Julie began, trying to find the best way to not hurt him with the whole situation.

"Julie, just be honest" He told her.

"I cant" Julie admitted weakly. "I cant be with you the way you want. Its not fair on anyone"

"Anyone?" Matt whispered.

"You…Me…Dean" Julie replied heavily. Now was the moment of truth.

"Dean?" he questioned.

"Portman" Julie replied.

"Yeah, I know who he is, but, what the hell does he have to do with anything" He asked her. He tried not to raise his voice. He tried not to yell. If he was going to be honest with himself, he had seen this coming. There was something about Julie and Dean. Something about that day at Mickey's, when Dean had just sat down. The tension had been thick, he had felt it. There was always a thick tension between Dean and Julie. Matt had been innocent enough to think that if he ignored it, it would all go away.

"I…" Julie began.

"You love him?" Matt realised. It was the only explanation. Julie loved Dean.

"No" Julie looked at Matt, shaking her head. "Well…No!"

"Julie?" Matt called her bluff.

"Matt, I cant explain everything, but I will tell you what I can, what I understand" She informed him. Matt nodded, listening to her was the least that he could do, because it was obviously what Julie needed. "See…"

"You and Dean are in love" he asked her softly.

"Matt" Julie replied, taking his hand in hers. "Dean, has feelings for me…And, well, there is something there coming from me to. I didn't want to have feelings for him. Shit Matt, I still don't, not really"

"But you did" Matt nodded. "You do"

"Matt, I was not leading you along or anything" Julie whispered. She hoped that he didn't think that she was. They had been friends, and although she had gone on a date with him, she had never promised anything to him. Julie took a breath and went on. "You are a fantastic guy. You would make any girl happy"

"Any girl but you" Matt confirmed.

"Any girl but me, because I am not sure what I want." Julie replied truthfully, rubbing her forehead with her hand. That was the tough part over with, she had told him the truth, now she just had to wait for his reply. "I am an idiot"

"Jules, come here" Matt mumbled, pulling Julie into his arms. Julie reluctantly accepted his hug.

There was a probability that Julie liked Dean, and there was nothing that he could say or do to make Jules change her mind. He would just have to settle for being her friend.

"I do like you" Julie told him as she let herself be hugged by him. "Matt, really"

"But you like Dean more" Matt smiled bitterly.

"Different" Julie pulled away from him. "I like him different"

"Close your eyes" Matt whispered. When Julie didn't close her eyes, Matt reached out and held his hand over her eyes. When he felt her eyes close under his hand, he pulled away from her. "Clear your head Jules, and tell me which one of us you want"

Julie didn't reply, but by the tear that ran down her cheek, it was painfully obvious to him who Jules had chosen. Dean had won her over.

"Oh Julie." Matt smiled, pulling her to hug her again. Julie let herself go and cried into his shoulder. "You are always going to be my friend, right"

"You can hate me if you want" Julie mumbled heavily.

"Julie. That wont happen" Matt replied honestly. "We may not be lab partners, but we will always be friends"

"I said that"

"Yes you did, and it was smart" He smiled, pulling away from her and looking her in the eye. "So now, my first act after this little revelation, is to dump you"

"Huh?"

"I know, we were not officially dating, but I want the chance to be the dumper, not the dumpee." Matt smiled. Julie laughed Hollowly.

"Ok, I will give you that" She smiled. Julie moved a little away from him, considering that any more hugs would feel awkward.

"You really are a great girl Julie." Matt told her. "Smart, funny, great on the ice, and you are going to be a fabulous Juliet."

There was silence between the two of them, and it was suddenly broken when Julie whispered. "Matt, tell me what to do"

"I cant" he returned lightly.

"Sure you can" Julie replied. "You always make the right decisions"

"Does he know?" Matt asked her. Julie nodded, and then shook her head. Did Dean know she had feelings for him?

"He thinks he knows" Julie smirked. After a little more silence, she collapsed back onto Matt's bed and sighed melodramatically. "This is so mental. Nothing make sense anymore"

"Sure it does, something always makes sense." Matt replied. Julie looked up at him sceptically. Matt grinned. "Science"

"How is science going to help me?" Julie asked him. She could not help but smile at him. Maybe this wouldn't be awkward. Maybe they would be able to be friends after all.

"It wont." Matt replied, standing and taking Julie by the hand, pulling her to her feet and then leading her to his desk. He got her a piece of paper, a pen, and a few of pages of their science notes. "But it will help me, because you haven't done your half of the assignment. Come on, I will help you with it"

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Dean was just about to knock on the door in front of him, when it opened, and he was almost knocked over. Luis looked at who he had bumped into, smiled dismissively, and continued down the hall, calling over his shoulder "Hey man, sorry, I am going out"

Dean watched the other boy disappear down the hall and then turned back to the open doorway that he was standing in. On one of the beds was the person he was looking for, reading a figure skating magazine. "He is in a rush"

"Date two with Charlie's tutor" Ken replied, waving his hand in the direction of the door, and then lowering his book to his chest. Dean was looking around the room absently. He moved to Luis's desk and picked up a postcard with some Miami beach on it, flipping it over and reading it quickly. He then picked up a photo frame with a picture of a smiling Luis and a little girl who only looked about a year old. Luis had a sister? Either that, or Mendoza had a daughter. Sister, Dean decided. Luis Mendoza was crazy, but not that crazy.

"This tutor, does she even have a name?" Dean asked, replacing the picture to its place on the desk.

"Not that I know of" Ken shrugged and sat up. "What can I help you with?"

"Maths homework" Dean replied. "Did you copy it down?"

"Yeah, you know me" Ken smiled, standing and crossing to his desk. He pulled a sheet of paper out of his binder and handed it to Dean. "Here"

"Thanks Wu man" Dean smiled. Usually, that was when people turned and left, but today, Dean just stood still, looking around.

"So" Ken began. The bigger boys behaviour was odd, to say the least, but he had been in an odd mood all afternoon since he had seen Matt and Julie in the dining room, so maybe he needed some one to talk to. "What are you doing?"

"Just chillin' " Dean replied casually, his eyes still on the paper in his hands. "Taking a break from Shakespeare"

"I think we all are" Ken smiled. The whole team had spent the day learning desperately, and now they were all over loaded. Adam had even started absently slipping 'thee' and 'thou' into his usual preppy vocabulary, so now he sounded like more of a wanker then what he usually did. "To much…I am starting to forget the stuff I learnt this morning"

"Yeah" Dean smirked. "So I am going to fill my head with Math"

"Good luck" Ken replied, sensing that what ever was up with Dean, he would never get it out of him. It would be easier just to wait for Dean to open up to Fulton, which would happen soon, he was sure of it.

"Thanks Ken" Dean smiled weakly and waved as he exited the room. "See ya"

But he stopped on the other side of the closed door. Another door, just down the hall had just opened, and two people stood in the doorway. There was no way that Dean would be able to get to his room at the other end of the hall without passing the couple, and that was something he definitely did not want to do. Because in the doorway was Julie and Matt.

"You are so sweet" Julie smiled, hugging him quickly. She was happy to note that there was no awkwardness, and when he hugged her back, she felt comfortable. It was so much easier now that they were friends. "Thank you so much for tonight"

"Julie, it was nothing, really" Matt told her quickly. So he may not have gotten the girl, but he had gained a friend. Girls come and go, but friendships are forever.

"Nothing. Matt, you being there for me like that, that was everything to me" Julie replied, kissing him on the cheek.

Dean lent against the wall, trying not to watch or listen as Matt and Julie said their goodbyes in the hallway. He tried not to be jealous as they hugged. They looked so comfortable, so intimate in each others embrace. He didn't know whether to cry, or be sick.

And what on earth were they talking about?

"You really do mean a lot to me" Julie whispered, but Dean could still hear her. "Really Matt"

"I know" Matt smiled widely. "Come here, give me another hug"

"Thank you" Julie replied.

"Jules, thank you" He corrected. After they had done a little work on their science homework, they had gone back to talking about Dean and Julie, and their feelings. It had not hurt Matt as much as he had suspected it would. Julie was his friend. "You sharing that with me was…"

"You talk like it is some big deal" Julie blushed. Dean bit his lip, he so did not like the way this was sounding.

"It was" Matt returned. "Really it was"

"I don't think so"

"Well, I do" Matt smiled. It had been amazing, some of the things that she had told him she had admitted that she had not even told Connie or Rebecca, the two girls that were her best friends in the world. But she had shared it all with him, and that made him feel so special. "You shared something with me that you didn't…well, you know"

"You really are a great guy" Julie grinned.

"So you keep saying" Matt smiled.

Dean wanted nothing more then to go and bash up Matt. His mind had jumped to the immediate conclusion, a conclusion that almost gripping his chest in physical pain. From what he had just heard, it sounded as if. Oh god, it sounded as if Julie and Matt had… he couldn't even think it. Life was shit.

"I will talk to you in the morning?" Julie asked him.

"Sure" Matt replied, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. Julie smiled. "We have to work on the project"

"Night Matt" Julie smiled and began off down the hall. She got a few steps away before turning back. "Thanks again"

"My pleasure" Matt replied, and returned to his room, closing the door behind him.

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"You shouldn't be doing this?" Fulton told Rebecca. Beck looked up at him, smiled and swung their joined hands between the two of them.

"What? Why?" She asked him.

"First you hold my hand, then you ask me out, then you kiss me in the auditorium, now you are walking me to my dorm." Fulton smiled. "I feel like such a girl in this relationship…friendship…whatever"

He looked away and mentally cursed himself. He used the R word. He wasn't sure what the two of them had, but he was sure that he wasn't a relationship, not yet. Rebecca still needed time.

Beck stopped in the middle of the path, the two of them standing under one of the lamp lights that lit the way. It was close to curfew, so there was no one else around. "You know, that is a good question, what are we to each other"

"Well" Fulton began. "I don't know"

"You mean a lot to me Fulton" Rebecca told him, holding both his hands in hers. Rebecca learnt early on that she loved holding Fulton's hand, because it still amazed him that she would want to, and Rebecca loved the look on his face when she would take his and when they were just walking places. He was so cute.

"You mean a lot to me to" Fulton replied. He hoped it was dark enough to hide the blush. Even though Rebecca had told him that she liked it, it was not something that he liked himself.

"I just need time"

"I know, one day" Fulton replied, and then impulsively pulled her into his arms for a hug. "I will give you all the time that you need"

"You are so sweet" She said, her voice muffled into his chest as they hugged "Wonderful and amazing and…"

"And" Fulton looked down at her.

Rebecca smiled. "Sexy"

"I was hoping you would say that again" Fulton admitted, laughing.

Rebecca was suddenly outraged. His cheeks had not heated that time. Fulton hadn't blushed. "You didn't blush that time"

"Sorry to disappoint you" He laughed at her. Rebecca pulled her hands out of his and rested them on her hips in false anger. Fulton just laughed and hugged her again.

Rebecca grinned. "That's alright, I have a few tricks up my sleeve"

"Like" Fulton asked. Rebecca stood on her toes to try and whisper in his ear, but when she realised that she was not even tall enough for that, she playfully grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him down. As soon as she began whispering, Fulton's cheeks went the deepest red he could ever remember them being. Beck took one look at them, and grinned at her success.

"Rebecca Andrea Roman" Fulton sighed in disbelief. "You look so innocent"

"And you are blushing, so mission accomplished" she smiled. Taking his hand again, they continued to walk along the path to the boys dorms.

"So, what are we to each other" Fulton asked after about a minute of comfortable silence. He had been debating with himself about asking the question, but now that it was out there, the smile on Beck's face made it all worth it.

"Well, I thought it would be obvious" She replied. "You are my almost-boyfriend"

"Almost-boyfriend?" Fulton nodded, liking the sound of that. "Does that make you my almost-girlfriend?"

"Do you want me to be your almost-girlfriend?" she asked him innocently.

"This going to be the best almost-relationship I have ever been in" Fulton smiled at her.

Rebecca was about to slap his shoulder because of his sarcastic response, but decided against it. There would not be many guys out there, especially those as great as Fulton, who would be willing to wait until she was ready for a relationship. He deserved so much better. Turning to him, she smiled. "You are so great"

"You are to" Fulton replied.

"It just occurred to me, you have never told me what you think of me" Rebecca joked. She didn't need for him to tell her, she just loved the fact that he wanted to spend time with her.

Fulton blushed again, and Rebecca had to admit that that was interesting. Fulton smiled suddenly. "Where do you want me to start"

"I don't know, but just let me look at your blush for a little longer" Rebecca grinned, palming his cheek.

"You really want me to tell you what I like about you?" He asked her. Rebecca shrugged nonchalantly. Fulton pulled her off of the path, and down onto the grass, sitting in a beam of light from another one of the lights that lit the pathway. "Sit down, it may take a while"

Rebecca laughed and sat beside him. "Fire away"

Fulton took a few seconds to think of what he was going to say. He had not been joking when he had asked her where he should start, he could list a million things that he liked about Rebecca, and then probably still be able to mention a few more. "Well, you have nice hands"

"My hands?" Rebecca looked at her hands. They were nothing special really. She kept her nails short to stop them from interfering with her music, and more often they were chipped. What could Fulton possibly like about her hands.

"Yeah, look." He held up her hand for her to see. "You have long fingers, but they are thin, so if we do this" he pressed his hand to hers, positioning it so that the heals of their hands were together, and her long fingers stretched out along his. "You can still see my hand around yours"

"That is kind of cool" she admitted, smiling as she laced their hands together.

"Plus, there is the smile" Fulton replied. "I noticed your smile first honestly. That day Dean and I came looking for Julie, you smiled at me. That was when I sort of thought that I could like you…"

"I was dating Nathan then" Rebecca mumbled, stretching herself out onto the ground behind her. Fulton did so also, and the two of them stared at the stars. Rebecca had never mentioned Nathan to him. The first day that he had been looking after here when they had first broken up, she had only ever referred to him as her ex. Fulton knew who she had been dating, everyone had known about Beck and Nathan.

"You dated him for a while, didn't you" he asked her softly, still staring up at the stars.

"Yeah, 341 days" Rebecca replied, then she looked across at him. "But honestly Fult, it was never as exciting as this last week with you"

"Why did you break up?" Fulton asked. It was something that during the last week, as they grew closer, neither of them had brought up, so they had not discussed it. "I mean, you don't have to tell me, I just realised that even last Monday when we were talking about it, we never really spoke about it"

"He…well…the thing you have to understand about Nathan is, his parents are living in this time warp. 1950's America. The Wesley's are quite literally the Cleavers. And Nathan was Beaver" Rebecca sighed, talking to the stars instead of facing Fulton. "We disagreed about a few things, but what clinched it was the future"

"The future?"

"He started talking about what he wanted. He would go off to college and I would stay here and create a household, then we would marry after he got his degree, go on to have the perfect 2.3 kids and one of those big annoying dogs." She replied. "I told him I wanted to go to college, maybe study music and get into a symphony or something. I didn't fit the plan, so I was booted"

"What an ass" Fulton growled. "What a major ass. Did he not know how much talent you have?"

"He knew" Rebecca shrugged. "Jealous probably. But…I loved him."

"I will wait as long as you need me to"

Rebecca smiled, moved a little closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. "One of the reasons I adore you"

"If you let me, I would like to be by your side, through the rest of Eden hall, and college, and the New York Symphony Orchestra. Or whatever" He whispered. It was the first thing to come into his head, and he was amazed when he realised it was the truth. A future, a life with Rebecca would be no problem for him at all.

"Just like I would love to be by your side through Eden Hall, and the minor leagues, and major league hockey" She replied.

"I don't think I am going to be a hockey player forever" he told her. Rebecca looked at him, turning so that she was laying on her stomach, her side against his, and she could look down into his face.

It had never occurred to her that Fulton would not always be a hockey player. It was something that he did that made him happy, but he seemed so sure that he would not being doing it for the rest of his life. Rebecca couldn't tell if it was because he honestly wanted to do something else, or if he just didn't have faith in his own ability. What ever it was, what ever he decided to do with his life, she would support him.

"What do you want to do?" she asked.

He gazed up into the stars again and said. "Architecture"

"Really?"

"You sound shocked" Fulton turned back to her.

"No, not shocked" she grinned, resting her head on his chest and listening to his heart beating. She smiled when he nervously brought his and up around her shoulder. "Just proud. You can do it Fult"

Fulton laughed, and it rumbled in his chest. "I know, you believe in me"

"I do" She smiled, and then looked at her watch. Ten minutes till curfew. If she wanted to walk Fulton the rest of the way and then get back to her room in time, she would have to go now. "We should get going. Curfew is soon"

"Yeah" He replied, standing and pulling her to her feet. "Come on"

This time as they walked, it was Fulton who took her hand in his. Rebecca smiled.

He held the door of the dorm building open for her, and Rebecca was about to complain when they heard a crash from above them. They climbed the stairs quickly, and stopped at the end of the hall which lead to Fulton and Dean's room. There was another crash. Boys all the way down the hall were looking out their doors, and in front of his own door was Ken, wielding a hockey stick, and threatening to hurt anyone who tried to get involved. Ken could be a scary guy when you got to know him.

Fulton and Beck pushed past a few people to get to Ken. Ken saw them and sighed in relief. "Fulton, thank god"

"Wu man, what's up?"

Ken lowered his hockey stick. "Dean is in there, trashing the place"

"Shit, what happened?" Fulton asked. This had happened once before. Dean only ever trashed their room, like seriously trashed the room, when he was seriously depressed. He would destruct, then self destruct, it was a pattern. Last time he had come back to a messed up room, Dean's grandfather and mentor, a man that Fulton himself called grandpa Jack had died.

"I have no idea" Ken replied.

"Fuck" Fulton cursed. He pushed Ken aside, and then moved the other hockey player in front of Beck. Dean was unpredictable when he was like this, and Fulton didn't want anything to happen to Beck. Luckily enough, he trusted Ken. "Beck, stay out here"

"What, and let you go in there and get the pulp beaten out of you" Rebecca replied, trying to push around Ken. "No way"

"Beck, Please" Fulton pleaded.

"Ok" Rebecca sighed. "But if he hurts you" She had no idea why she had said that. If Dean was to hurt Fulton, there would really be nothing she could do really. Dean was quite literally twice her size. It would never be a fair fight.

"He wont" Fulton replied, and then thumped on the door. "Portman, its just me, I am coming in"

He turned the knob and the door swung open. Something crunched under his boots and he looked down to see the remains of his desk lamp. And then there were a few fragments of the CD collection, there was half of a math notebook and a scrunched up title page of Romeo and Juliet. There was a smashed picture frame hanging on the wall, a ripped photograph of the Ducks in it. There was half a hockey stick, a puck mark in the wall, and Dean, sitting on the floor, his hands covering his head.

"Portman" Fulton began, closing the door behind him, the onlookers in the hall didn't need to see this. Any of it. "What's up"

Deans only reply was "I am sorry about your shit, I will replace it"

"Don't worry man" Fulton replied, toeing things out of the way so that he could sit down on the floor across from his friend. "What's happened"

"She…she…" Dean began, and when he looked up, Fulton was shocked to see his friend crying. Destruct phase was over, Dean was into self Destruct. "Fuck, blubbering like a baby"

"What ever happened must be bad" Fulton began as he watched his friend cry. He knew that he would be the only duck, except maybe for the girls, that he would allow to see him cry. "Did something happen with your family? Or is this Julie?"

"Julie" he mumbled, rubbing his fists into his cheek the way a baby would. "Don't tell anyone that I have been crying like some girl man"

"I promise" Fulton smiled. "Do we have any tissues?"

"No, I don't think so" he replied, resting his head back onto his bed. There was blood on his cheek, and it was only then that Fulton realised that his hands were cut to hell.

"Dude, your hand is bleeding" Fulton began.

"Yeah, shoved it through the mirror" Dean replied, looking at his bloodied hand for the first time. Now that he had said it, Fulton realised that there was a pile of mirror on the floor under where the mirror used to be. "Sorry man"

"Stop saying sorry" Fulton told him, eyeing his hand. He was eyeing the bloody hand. They had both seen worse in their hockey careers, but by morning his hand would be infected, swollen and hard to move, by Monday, it would be worse, and there would be no way he would be able to deal with writing or hockey practice. He wanted to just grab his friends hand and clean his cuts, but there physical contact with a crying best friend was not exactly a comfortable thing between boys. "But your hand looks bad"

"It will be fine" Dean dismissed.

Fulton stood and crossed to their bathroom "We have bandages here somewhere"

"Fulton" Dean stopped him.

"Don't tell me to leave it" Fulton told him. "Something happened to make you this pissed. I wont pry if you don't want me to, but you are going to let me fix this hand"

The door opened suddenly and Rebecca, in the process of shaking off Ken, who was trying to hold her back, stormed in. "Ok, this is crazy, I cant wait out there for you to kill each other…" She paused when she saw a teary eyed Portman, nursing a bloody hand in another. "Shit, Portman, your hand"

"It is nothing" he dismissed.

"That is a lot of blood for nothing" She told him, crossing the room to sit in front of him on the floor. She took his hand and he wince, pulling away. "Come here, you big baby. Fult, get some bandages" she ordered softly

"Got yourself a crackerjack here Fult" Dean muttered weakly.

"Yeah, you can be best man if you stop being so bloody stubborn about this" She took his wrist forcefully. She looked at the deep cuts. "There is glass in here, and it is going to get infected if you don't let me treat it"

Dean shrugged and looked around the room. Ken was standing against the closed door, toeing the broken pieces of the bash brothers material belongings. Fulton was digging through the bathroom draws. Rebecca was sitting before him. She ran a finger down his cheek, collecting a tear, and then ripped a huge shard of glass out of one of the cuts. He cursed.

She was gentle, but Dean knew that if Fulton was pulling the glass out of his hand, he would not mind him slapping him back. He tried not to think of the pain as Rebecca pulled another piece of glass from his hand. But Rebecca was gentle, and Dean knew why his bash brother liked her so much.

"What's wrong" She whispered. Dean looked up at her. He didn't know when it had happened, but she was holding a wad of gauze, and Fulton was in the corner, talking to Ken. "Dean, they say girls are the best listeners, you can tell me"

More tears fell down his cheeks. "She really doesn't love me does she?"

Rebecca smoothed her hand over his hair and then carefully wrapped his hand in the gauze. "We cant be sure of that"

He took a deep breath. "Beck, she slept Matt Goddard"

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Oh, poor Dean

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