So this kinda went longer that I wanted but I'm rolling with it. Been working on telling backstory for quite some time now and there's only more to come. But yeah these three are just...yeah...lol Thank you all for sticking with me and making me smile and blush and just all around being awesome. I love you all.


Dean was seeing red. There was no doubt about that...

If the heavy breathing, clenching and unclenching of his fists, slightly shifty eyes and cinched jaw weren't indication, he didn't know what was.

He was far from ok, pretty much ready to tear the fucking roof off this place. But in between trying to calm himself down and wanting to just fucking jump the smarmy asshole in front of him, he couldn't help but go back...back to a time he tried to avoid. A time where he had felt the biggest betrayal from another he had loved with everything in him.

It was ridiculous really.

To most it would have been another love lost tale but to Dean, it was everything he needed but failed.

He just couldn't hold her…

Flashes of brown curls wrapping around fingers, rosy flushed cheeks, bright and lively green eyes...

"So...once again, thanks for the lesson, Deano," The curly haired brunette, hovering over Dean, purred, dropping into his body. A thin layer of sweat coated the both of them causing the girl to part from Dean for a brief second, actually physically rolling off to get some air only to curl into him afterwards. Dean allowed a couple of his fingers to lightly trace at her back, leaving goosebumps in it's wake, making her shiver a little. She giggled in response and squeezed him tightly, staring up into his happily, sated face and bit at a lip.

"Seriously...thank you. I know we didn't get any actual studying done this time but this.." She reached up tracing down his jawline with two fingers before gripping at his chin, lifting to drop a long and chaste kiss on his lips. "..this is everything. You're everything."

Dean didn't know what to say, what he should say to that so simply opted for wrapping the girl up into his arms, holding her close, as close to his wildly beating heart as possible. He buried his face into her brown curls just as a deep, relaxed sigh passed through her lips. A kiss to his bare chest followed and they just lied there, the bliss of it all washing over them, words and declarations unneeded as they settled, just for a bit more...only a bit.

But like most things in Dean's life the happiness lasted all of five minutes before a loud racket disturbed their peace, startling the two. Their eyes met and he could already see the worried, anxious look on the female's face.

This night was ending too soon.

Honestly all his nights with her were never enough. Cut too short, too soon.

Dean tightened his grip on his love and her him, before the familiar scratchy slur met his ears, his mother calling out to him.

"Dean! Dean where ya at boy? I'm home and thirsty!"

The blonde sighed and pressed a kiss to the crown of the girl's hair before the two quickly worked on untangling from each other, hopping up to get dressed.

"Dean," The woman growled. "Now!"

'Last thing she needs.' He thought, rolling his eyes. He was just pulling his jeans up over his hips when a perfectly manicured hand landed on his arm softly, pulling him from the dark road his thoughts were headed, thinking, worrying of what would happen if he kept her waiting or worse, if she saw his present company.

"DEAN!"

"I'm comin! Comin! Shit," He finished the last word on a mutter. Green eyes studied him in worry and he shook his head, embarrassed beyond belief.

Almost all of their late evenings consisted of alone time with the occasional speckling of his mother, drunk off her ass. Once in her trashy recliner, tv blaring, bottle on her chest, another time she was in her room, snoring the house down.

There was one time, his girl, Marcie brought him home to pick up his work book, Dean all but ready to jet from the house before his mother decided to stop him from leaving. He was just seconds past the small kitchen when his mom slithered out, cigarette in hand.

"And where do you think you're goin boy," She sneered at the blonde.

"I stocked the fridge and got your beer ma," He informed, completely ignoring her questioning. He was itching to leave...get the pretty brunette up and out of this house before she saw and reported back to her cohorts about poor precious Deano's living condition and how horrible it was and how trashy everything was. "I'm gonna head on over to the library and get some-" His sentence trailed off as he noticed the curious glance his mother was casting over his shoulder.

'Oh no...no.'

"Well, well...Who do we have here," She questioned, a saccharine grin on her cheeks. focus fully on the girl behind him. "Dean, who's your friend," She cooed, tipping her cigarette towards the doorway, her voice a vast contrast to the sickening grin on her face. Ashes fluttered down adding to the ugly muddy color of the carpet, carpet that he doubted saw better days.

"No one," Dean hissed. "Classmate. Just gonna go do some studying is all."

His mom had the audacity to scoff in his face, taking a long drag of her cigarette, eyeing him intently as she snatched up her bottle of liquor. "Since when do you study?"

'Since I've had to deal with your sorry ass' Dean's response sat on the tip of his tongue ready to explode from his mouth.

He knew better though. He'd get slapped upside his head and told he was a failure and a nuisance and she couldn't wait for him to leave.

'Working on it mom, working on it.'

"Um...we'll be back in an hour or two. I got that chicken and gravy you liked from the deli and even got ya a chocolate cake...your favorite."

Once again his mom's attention was diverted to the girl standing awkwardly on the trailer's steps.

"You should invite your little friend in. I'm sure she'd like some food...mousy little thing isn't she? Cute but looks completely soft."

Dean ignored his mom as he worked on slipping his forgotten jacket on from when he was in a rush to get to school and gave his mom a hard look.

"Two hours at the most," He informed her only getting a wave in return and "yeah-yeah" before his mom was rounding the counter, making her way over to plop into her chair.

"Tell your little friend if she ever needs to find a way to make a bit of extra cash…"

Dean slammed the door on his mother, cutting off what was sure to be an inappropriate suggestion.

He really couldn't wait to get out of this park and out of this state.


"Should I jump out the window," The brunette joked, bringing Dean out of his recollection of the past.

He gave her a half smirk and buttoned up his jeans. "Nah...she'll pass out soon enough."

And probably about a minute or two later, loud snores drifted from the back room of the trailer.

Dean rolled his eyes. He hated when she was like this. She left to go "hanging" with some friends and got lost or either just didn't care and left Dean fending for himself for days on end, only to show up drunk or high out of her mind (yes she did that too) and demanded a chaser or some cigarettes. Nevermind the fact that Dean was underage, he better find it or suffer the consequences at her hands. He often wondered why his sister muttered left and right about a couple more years, couple more years and she'd be free….

Yeah, thanks for leaving it all for him Lauren…

They were on the steps outside, wrapped in each other's arms now. A soft kiss against one of her cheeks, a peck back then one to his neck and his jaw, his hand groped a butt cheek and squeezed.

"You keep that up and you won't be leaving doll and we don't need that happening….You know your parents would have a fit…he would have a fit."

The small brunette scoffed. "Psh. Let them." And she was kissing him again. Long and hard and deep, pouring everything into it.

If Dean would have really taken the time to think on it he would have realized this wasn't their usual send off, that something didn't quite measure up, that her actions almost seemed desperate...like she didn't want this to be the end or something.

But he didn't, and he was lost in her longing sighs and sinful lips, her tight embrace…

"See you at school on Monday?"

"Of course," He winked.

Little did he know that that would be the last time they'd have together. Months of hanging, tutoring, giving her her first drink only for her to grimace and push it his way, quiet romantic outings such as picnics in park, a drive through movie, skinny dipping underneath the waterfall at pleasant point...He was content to stay in their personal bubble, knowing how it'd look if they were seen together. Her dragging him to a movie or even a deader than dead carnival after one of his burger flipping shifts just because she pouted was all her doing. It was few and far between but they got out every now and then. Her eyes always took in their surroundings with fascination he thought...but she was watching, trying to make sure they weren't outed. She wanted both but she didn't want it all to blow up in her face.

Monday rolled around and no more of the secret glances, hand brushes, little love notes she left that had him groaning at the cheesiness yet grinning in happiness. Promises of forever and dreams of the future, what she wanted and it all included him. That she never felt this way before.

There was just nothing now.

She stopped showing up for her tutoring lessons. Hell, he was doing this shit in his free time because it kept his mind busy, kept the world at bay, surprisingly he was good at this. Go figure. But no word...no note. She all out ignored him and turned when he was in the same hallway.

He guessed he should have seen this coming. He wasn't so delusional as to think they'd last forever. She was better than him, deserved better. He came from trash and lived among it, the town embarrassment. No way did he ever truly believe they would fit together. They were like night and day but it didn't stop him from pulling her into that first hug, offering comforting words in his radical Dean way. Her teary smile took his breath away and her laugh…

She was sweet and simply wanted to be happy. Between a douchey ex boyfriend who thought he could rule her after years of being her friend and parents who expected nothing but the best from their little girl she was floundering in her own way. When he first got assigned her, he thought it a joke nearly laughing in her face as he sat down, eyeing her cautiously. She admitted she didn't get this math thing as much as she thought and her being co captain of the cheer squad had him scratching at his head. Didn't they need good grades or some shit?

Two months in and she was soaring...yet she still kept up their sessions.

He guessed you could say the rest was history.

That was until the fateful Monday, days before Spring break.

He was looking forward to seeing her more, holding her, telling her how he truly felt. Just thanking her for bringing a ray of sunshine in his shitty life no matter how lame that fucking sounded. He loved her. And she needed to know.

But in a way he guess the universe spared him the heartbreak...well fuck, the embarrassment of admitting he needed and wanted her, that she owned his heart when queen bee of all queen bees, head cheerleader, Veronica Cole invited him to her big Spring break bash.

Tons of overdone invitations and announcements, his personally delivered with a sly grin made him actually guffaw in the girl's face. "Marcie will be there," She leaned in whispering, her eyes alight with mischief.

And as pathetic as it was...he just had to see her. Make sure she was ok and happy.

One look at her and her ex pretty boy and Dean was out. He didn't need their expensive ass beers, the cheap stuff worked just fine and he kept the shit stocked up at the house. Maybe he'd even sneak a couple of shots of vodka in.

5 sheets to the wind and he was pleasantly numb to everything, or that's at least what he was telling himself. All he wanted to do was get undressed, rub one out to the happy times and sleep the night away. He had the whole weekend off and to himself, the world was gonna be his mother fuckin oyster…

Until Veronica…

Bitch queen extraordinaire showed up at his door, black robe draped over who knows the fuck what, a sneaky, scary grin that Dean tried shaking from his head quite a bit that night, and she was pushing in past his drunk as a skunk butt, dropping her robe beside the living room couch and climbing into his lap.

Her lips were too thin, her smell, wrong and she was all long limbs and stupid blonde hair. Rough and cold, too eager. Practically bouncing on his lap over his gym shorts, her barely there thong still on.

"Off," Dean slurred, pushing at her as gently as he could but she still stumbled and came for him again.

"It's ok, Dean. I'll make it better. Poor boys are my thing. I'll show you the time of your life."

"The fuck you talking about," Dean grimaced, head lolling back to stare into her face, squinty eyed. Did she actually say that shit? Poor boys? Was she fucking drunk too?

Her smile was all wrong. All sinister and cat got the canary.

Well she didn't have his dick in a vice grip. His cock belonged to one person and one person only.

And she didn't want him anymore. She'd rather be with an emotionally stunted bastard than him.

He would have given her the world.

Veronica huffed after another failed attempt at rousing Dean into action.

"Why isn't this working? What's wrong with you? Do you have problems with getting it up or..." Her sentence trailed off and he had had enough of seeing her face.

He was just going to let her gather her junk and see her own self out without a word when her conniving voice cut through his foggy brain.

"Oh honey...She was just using you. You were a means to an end. A fun guilty pleasure, a summer fling if you will, only without the summer. Did you really think she'd stay with you forever?"

"Fuck off," Dean grunted, waving a hand. He turned to leave again but this time she was behind him, robe back in place.

Shit! How did she move that fast?

"I mean honestly. She only went after you when she knew I held a special interest in you. Her and Alan were meant to be...they have been dating for years now. What makes you think you can measure up? Huh? He knows her. You.." She laughed. "You were just a pity fuck. Poor little trailor trash boy. What could you offer her? Maybe she could get some good rough and tumble and compare sex notes with…"

Dean was on her quick, actually scaring a startled yelp out of the blonde, his face dangerously close to her own. "Get. Out."

"Oh, but you know it's true." She went for a kiss only to get pushed back roughly by a shoulder.

"Not on your life sweetheart."

Her eyes flashed dangerously.

"No. Not on yours. You think you're big and bad. I got news for you buddy. I'm the baddest bitch this side of Ohio. Everyone wants to be me...be with me."

'What is this chick's issue?' Dean thought. 'What did I do to deserve this now? I hardly know her.'

"You wanna know what happened," She continued as if his silence didn't phase her.

He had had enough. A wave of his hand and he was stalking off to his room.

"I told Alan he was going to lose her! That she'd be a perfect little housewife later as I bounced all over his cock...That things only went downhill after all of this for people like him. But people like me? We always end up on top. I was raised to be better, stronger...powerful!" Her eyes took on a dark look and he backed up a bit. "He went to her parents you know."

He dropped on his bed moments later, draping an arm over his eyes. "Enough," He groaned. "Why are you here?"

"She tried to defy me! So I got her in trouble! I'm the one who rules this school! The one who gets it all first. She knew...she knew I wanted you!"

Dean's arm dropped at that and he propped up on an elbow. "I don't even know you."

"Oh but you would have...could have, but bitch has been after everything. My mother warned me about girls like her. Taking over when you're down and out for a bit. I get injured and she's there to take my spot?! Uh-uh. She heard me talking about how I'd love to take you on a test run...see if you could give it to me better than any of these boring squares that hang around us. Guys like you see things...know things. I need that excitement...Lord knows later on I'll be stuck in a stuffy marriage to a bore."

Dean settled into his earlier position, shaking his head.

Honestly. What had he done to be brought into this? What?

"Please...leave," He tried one last time.

"Alan went to her parents. Let them know about your mom's…...extra unique...interests and activities."

Dean winced.

"Safe to say they don't want their little girl around bad influences and someone below...her stature."

Dean didn't even have to look at her to hear the disgust in her voice. It wasn't new. Everyone around him felt it. Hell he even felt it.

"She's pretty much hitched for life and if she thinks of relapsing, well...you won't see her around town again I'm sure."

'Shit.' Dean thought. 'A goodbye would have been nice. A "I don't want to see you anymore, Dean" or even the famous "You're beneath me" everyone seemed to throw out. But nothing.

Silence and that was the last thing he'd remember up until he dropped out, burying himself into his old love.

And honestly…

Wasn't that all he needed?

"Dean! Dean stop! He can't breathe! Stop," Rhea yelled as she desperately pulled at Dean's strained arm, smacked at it, basically everything she could to get him to let up on his grip around Seth's neck.

His wild eyes locked on hers as he kept his grip and the brunette found herself shuddering. "You gonna leave me, Marce? You think I don't deserve a goodbye...an explanation?!"

Rhea blanched, her mouth dropping open in shock.

Marce? Was he talking about…

Taking a deep breath Rhea's hold on Dean loosened a bit and she tried for a calm look.

"Baby...Dean," She tried hesitantly. "It's me...Rhea. Ma..Marcie isn't here. I'm here, I love you and there is no way in hell I am leaving you."

She looked towards the doorway when she noticed movement out the side of her eyes and saw Roman taking up the bulk of the doorway, posture tense, ready to pounce at a moment's notice.

"Et...et oh," Seth managed as he wriggled about, gripping at Dean's wrists, pushing and pulling, trying to pry himself free.

"Dean please," Rhea pleaded. "Please?"

"Is this it?! You finally had enough of me? You ready to drop me for someone else?!" The anger in his eyes was downright scary and Rhea wanted to run but she knew she couldn't.

"No! N-no...baby. You have me. There is nothing pulling me away, I'm with you, forever. I have told you this and I mean it. Forever."

"Bullshit," Dean spat. His grip loosened just a fraction on Seth and Roman was quick to rush in and tug Dean back, stepping behind Rhea, immediately checking on Seth as he eyed Dean sporadically, just in case.

He winced taking note of Seth's jaw and eye. "Shit. Got you good didn't he?"

Seth glared at Dean but said nothing as he coughed and rubbed at his reddened skin. He hadn't even been able to register much except for Dean's hands around his neck after seeing stars.

Before any of them knew it Leigha blew in, dropping to check on and gather Seth.

"My god! You ok? What is going on?" She looked to Dean, then Rhea, finally focusing on Seth and Seth narrowed his eyes on Dean making a wave toward him.

"Ask him."

But Dean made no move to acknowledge anyone else but the woman he was talking to, his eyes solely trained on hers.

"Tell me you don't," Dean whispered, his voice desperate as he struggled to catch his breath. He blinked in shock after taking in Seth's appearance but couldn't help but feel proud of the nice shiner he was soon to be sporting and his jaw didn't look any better, a trickle of blood decorating the corner of his lip.

'I'll do it again too if he refrains from keeping everything off of her.'

"Tell you I don't what," Rhea asked just as quietly as Dean, backing up once Leighla had Seth up and already heading towards the door.

"That you don't...have feelings for...for him," Dean stuttered, wildly motioning towards Seth's back. The two paused and Rhea swore she could hear Leighla sigh. Roman scratched at his neck awkwardly, his face talking on a pained looked and he turned to make his own leave.

Not his business. Seth was moving on, Dean seemed to be sane, for now. It was time he took his own leave after the departing couple, only they weren't leaving…

Rhea looked positively taken back, actually physically recoiling in surprise. "Dean…" She breathed. "I don't."

"Don't what," Dean pushed.

He wanted her to say it, needed her to.

He watched as she curled her hands into loose fists by her side, inhaling deeply, exhaling slowly.

"I don't have feelings for Seth," She admitted shakily.

Right. She was never a good liar.

"Ok. Good luck with that."

He pulled away and moved to walk around the brunette but she latched onto his arm desperately.

"Dean please…Dean, don't," She exclaimed as he made it out into the hall. "Just stop! Please?!"

He did stop but he didn't bother looking at her, his eyes on the ground. "Enough. I need some air."

He walked off leaving Rhea upset and bewildered on what to do.


It was safe to say after the big blow up the atmosphere in the house was one of extreme awkwardness.

Seth and Leighla were balled up on the couch, the latter tending to his face as Seth sat seething. Dean stalked passed, slamming the door in his haste to get out of the house and this stuffy environment and Rhea slowly trudged her way out of the back to stand in the hallway, arms wrapped around herself as she watched helplessly.

Roman tried his best to explain the situation without airing out everyone's business but after many failed attempts, scowled and ended up downing a beer or two and begging his girl to leave silently. Cesaro and Lyza weren't sure what to do. They wanted to stay and help their friends but once Dean left and Seth and Leighla had shut everyone out, they knew they had overstayed their welcome.

Rhea drug herself into the dining room moments later and gave the two couples a quiet sorry, asking if they wanted any desserts to go. It was a silent send off but everyone knew dinner was over.

She didn't wait for answers, deciding everyone was getting a little of everything and worked at filling up containers and piling up plates. Lyza and Nia walked in silently helping her, giving everything to the men to take out to their rentals after it was all ready to go.

It wasn't until she started running water, watching the bubbles pile high that the two gave each other a worried glance and asked if she was going to be alright.

With a sigh, Rhea slapped at the handle, turning off the water and turned to the two women. "I...I honestly don't know." She wasn't aware of the tears until she felt herself wrapped in a tight embrace by first Nia and Lyza.

"If you ever need to talk…" Nia offered, giving the woman a sympathetic look, ducking to try and meet the other woman's eyes. "Both of us are here," She looked to the other woman who quickly nodded. And then again, hugs were exchanged and the two made their leave, thanking Leighla and Seth and telling everyone they'd catch up later.

It was deadly silent in the other room as Rhea clattered around in the kitchen, putting away leftovers, setting dishes and utensils, pots and pans, where they needed to be...anything to keep herself busy and try not to think of Dean getting into trouble or him leaving her. Or even about the other two being mad...Roman promised her he'd keep trying for Dean, that he was only minutes away, all before he wrapped her up in a big bear hug, making her break down again.

She honestly felt like the tears would never stop.

Finally an hour and some change later, making it a total of two and some, Dean made his entrance into the house. He took one look around and moved to the kitchen to grab something to snack on.

A cupcake and water and he dropped into a dining room chair, propping his feet up, leaving the other three perplexed by his behavior.

Rhea moved from her spot buried into the corner of the couch and made her way over to sit by him, watching him warily.

"Dean," She spoke softly.

"You know, I figured it's fine. It's all fine. If I'm not enough then that's too damn bad. Your loss, you're missing out and I ultimately deserved better. Whatever." He pulled at the cupcake wrapper, squeezing it between his fingers, rolling it and Rhea just watched him.

"I can't make you stay," He continued. "If you want to be with...with Rollins then-"

"I don't," Rhea cut in. "I want you! Do I have feelings for Seth, I guess...but Dean I'm with you, I'm in love with you. Have I done anything to show I wanted otherwise?"

"You came down when I didn't want you to. I didn't feel comfortable with you two being alone but…" He shook his head.

"I...I was helping out a friend. Your friend, our friend. Seth is our best friend...I...I didn't mean..I didn't mean to hurt you Dean."

"But you did. You're mine and you did."

"I'm so sorry, Dean. Just tell me what to do now, please tell me how to fix this. I..I can't lose you," She finished on a whisper.

It was silent for a moment as Dean shook his head some more.

It was all too much, he couldn't do this right now. He didn't want to lose her but…

A voice broke the silence.

"Why do you do that? Why do you treat her like your personal property? She's not a piece of meat, Dean. She's not a belonging."

"Seth if you know what's good for you…" Dean growled, swiveling in his seat.

"You'll what," Seth moved forward, shooting Dean a glare. "You'll try hitting me again? Try strangling me to death?! That first time caught me off guard...don't expect me to sit back this time around. I am ready to go!"

'Oh god please stop!' Rhea silently begged not finding it in her to stop the men's bickering. 'I didn't ask for this! Any of this!'

Dean's eyes flashed and before anyone could react his chair crashed to the floor and he was seconds away from tearing Seth a new one.

This time he was going for those fucking knees of his.

He would have gotten him...had been so close, but a returning Leighla was quick to rush forward, arms outstretched, ready to stop the oncoming fight. Dean nearly collided with the small woman but she backed up closer to Seth and he stumbled but stopped short.

"Stop! Would you two just fucking stop! This is ridiculous!"

Rhea was in the living room now, working at trying to grab Dean but he simply shrugged her off.

"You know. It took me a moment. I was trying to figure out what could possibly be wrong, what was going on that had Seth and Dean angry. What would make these two best friends turn around and fight like this. It just baffled me. This made no sense. I mean it's not like Seth's even at work right now." Seth cringed at that. "I knew it couldn't be work related, it sure wasn't anything else. But then I realized.." Leighla's attention turned to Rhea. "It's you. You did this. You're the one to blame."

"Wait just a minute Leigh," Seth cut in, struggling to stand.

"No," Leighla shot back. "It's the truth. Stop. I know you're in love with her." Seth's mouth snapped shut at that and she nodded as if to confirm her suspicions.

"You're in love with her and she's with Dean and oh god," She laughed humorlessly. "I get why you jumped into something with me so quickly now. You're trying to move on."

"Leighla wait…" It was all Seth had. She sat and waited, yearned for a denial but nothing.

"It's you," She shifted to Rhea, making her way over to stand directly in front of her. "You caused this. You made these two fight and possibly fall apart. Lead Seth on...you know I joked, said he had a crush on you but I never thought…" She stopped, her lips trembling, eyes watering. "At one point it had been me. I was his world. God! How dumb I am now."

"Leighla, I'm-"

"Don't you dare! Don't you dare say you're sorry. You knew...deep. down. you. knew," She punctuated each word with pokes to the shorter girl's chest. "No committed person makes a trip to take care of a friend while her boyfriend sits at home or is at work..a committed person just doesn't.." Leighla shook her head. "You knew deep down. You knew and you lead him on and upset your boyfriend in the process. I think deep down you feel as much for Seth as he does for you. God this is like some horrible drama filled soap opera..this is unbelievable!" The brunette threw up her hands and swiveled, turning towards the hallway. "I'm done. I'm tired. You did this Rhea. You lead Seth on, didn't even try turning him down...let him think he had a chance and Dean…You deserve better, more."

She was out of the room quickly and Rhea couldn't help but gape behind her exit, her eyes already welling up again. 'Oh god. What have I done?'

Rhea turned to look at the two by the couch and with one look at Dean head bowed, his eyes on the floor and Seth's anywhere but at the others, she truly felt Leighla was right.

This was all her fault. She had caused all this mess.

She was to blame.