The same night.
After our interview with Dr. Morton, we went back to our motel. I got a room next to their room since I wanted to have my own room.
As I was getting ready for bed, I could hear Dean and Sam arguing next door. They have been fighting lately and it has been driving me insane slowly. I have tried to keep them apart but it didn't really work at all.
The next thing I heard was a door slamming next door so I frowned and went outside. Dean was putting on his jacket and walking quickly to his car.
"Dean, where are you going?" I said, crossing my arms.
Dean stops and looked at me. "I'm going to get a drink. Alone."
"Dean..." I whispered, shaking my head.
"What?!" Dean snapped at me. I scoffed at Dean. Really? He was pissing me off already. "I'm tired of this shit, Dean!" I snapped back.
"What? You're tired of this shit? Really? I'm tired of this bullshit where you won't tell us anything. You're being secretive all the time and I'm sick of it." Dean snapped at me, walking closer to me.
"Screw you, Dean!" I yelled, walking back to my room. Dean followed me, which I tried to close the door against him but he blocks it with his leg.
"Dean, go away! Go get yourself drunk like you always do when you get angry!" I said, trying to force the door against him but he's stronger than me and pushes the door open.
I grunted in anger and walked away from Dean. My back was against Dean as he closes the door softly.
"Emma…" Dean says softly and I turned to face him. "No! You don't get to do this. You don't care about us; all you care is about yourself. Every night, you have this stupid fight with Sam about whatever bothers you and you just walk out, getting drunk so you won't have to think about it. I know you, Dean. You can't do this anymore. I am sick of worrying about you and I am sick of worrying about Sam because he cares about you and you just kept hurting him. You keep hurting me too because you won't talk to me. I should be the person that you talk to about things that is bothering you but you're not. We have been in this relationship for a couple of months now and I could see us drifting apart. You don't talk to me in private anymore. I'm done. I am done with this."
Dean stood there, quiet as he stared at me. "Are you saying that we should end our relationship? Is that what you're saying?"
I kept my emotions back as I stared back at him. "Dean… I think it's for the best. Sam doesn't know about us and I'm tired of hiding our relationship from Sam. Like you said, I'm secretive and you're sick of it. Fine, we can end this now and pretend that this never happened."
Dean walks closer to me then he puts his hands on my hips, bringing me closer to him.
"Dean…" my voice breaks, looking at Dean.
"I'm sorry for what I said. I'm just tired and angry. I don't want to break up with you. I love you so much that it kills me to hear that you don't want to do this anymore. I promise to come to you when something is bothering me. I just need time."
Dean caresses my cheek then leans down to kiss me. I wanted to fight him off me but I couldn't because I love him too.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. He laid me down on my bed and the next thing I know, we are making love.
After making love, I've been in his arms, cuddling up together.
"We should fight more often." I said, chuckling. Dean caresses my arm across his stomach. "Absolutely." Dean grinned, kissing me as I giggled.
The next morning.
I turned over to my side, reaching over to Dean but my hand landed on an empty space. I opened my eyes, confused.
"Dean?" I said, looking around. Dean came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his wrist.
I grinned, staring at Dean. "Well, good morning to you."
Dean smiles and walked over to me. He kisses me then turned around to pick up his jeans.
"I gotta go to investigate some more in our case." Dean says, pulling his jeans up and buckled his belt.
I grabbed Dean's shirt and pass it on to him.
He gave me a peck and puts on his shirt. "I'll see you later, babe. Love you."
We kissed goodbye and Dean walks out, closing the door behind him.
I sighed heavily and landed my head back against the pillow. I slapped my forehead and cringed as I thought about our fight last night. I couldn't believe that I wanted to break up with Dean. I didn't want to but I felt that it was what Dean needed. But I was wrong. God I am so stupid!
I got up from the bed and took a quick shower. I put on the same jeans that I wore yesterday but put on a different shirt.
I pulled my hair up in a ponytail. I walked out to get some coffee for me and Sam.
As I walked back with coffee, Sam opened the door and was looking around for Dean. He notices Dean's car was gone and groaned.
"Hey, Sam. I got you some coffee this morning." I said, passing the coffee to him. He took it and nodded.
"Thanks. Do you know where Dean is?" Sam asked as I walked in their room.
"No. I saw Dean last night but he left so I haven't heard anything from him yet." I said, trying to maintain my poker face.
"Well, I swore that I heard you guys arguing last night." Sam said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
I sighed heavily. I might as well just tell Sam.
"Sam, there's something I need to tell you." I said, sitting down on the other bed.
"What?" Sam looked concerned.
"Um… How do I say this?" I looked up, chuckling nervously. I was trying to think of how I was going to tell him about our relationship.
"What?" Sam asked again, frowning at me.
"Okay. Um… Dean and I… uh… we're together."
Sam frowned some more in confusion. "What? What do you mean by together?"
"Shit, this is embarrassing. Dean and I are in a relationship. We've been in a relationship for a couple of months now."
Sam's mouth fell open. "WHAT?!"
I don't blame Sam for being surprised.
"Wait, wait. How long have you been together?" Sam asked and I looked down, embarrassed and ashamed at myself.
"Uh… about eight months now." I said and Sam scoffed, standing up.
"Eight months? You guys have been together for eight months and you guys didn't tell me? Hell, I don't know how you did it behind my back!"
"Sam, please. We didn't expect this… it just happened. I love him. Dean loves me. We came this close to breaking up last night but we're still together. Just don't get angry at Dean. Get mad at me. I was the one who wanted to keep the relationship secret because I wasn't sure if it was going to work out with Dean. But I was wrong. It's working for us and I decided to tell you because you needed to know anyway. You needed to know that I'm dating your brother now and if you don't like it, then I'm sorry."
Sam sat back down on his bed. "Okay… so you're with my brother. That's great. At least you guys don't have to hide from me anymore."
"I know you're angry right now but please don't take it out on Dean. Dean didn't know that I was planning to tell you. He wanted to do this together but I guess that didn't work out." I said, chuckling.
"Yeah. I understand why you did it but it makes me feel like that you don't trust me enough…" Sam said, looking at me with his puppy-eyed look.
"Sam, please don't give me that look! You know how much I hate it when you do that!" I looked away.
Sam chuckled at me. "That's because it works with Dean and you." He winks at me and I rolled my eyes at him.
"Does that mean that you forgive me?" I said, extending my hand out.
He pulls my hand and leads me into a hug. "Yes, you're forgiven."
I smiled.
How would you feel if Emma and Dean had broke up? Leave a review please. :)
