I'm, sorry about how long it took for me to post this next part. I have a son who is about to be a year old and I've just been busy! I was contemplating on what I wanted to do with this story. Whether to end it all together or maybe end this part and start a separate part later. I love reviews and would love to know what you all think. But besides that hope you enjoy this chapter!
TO EVERYONE WHO READ CHAPTER 20 AND IT WAS THE SAME AS 19, this is the actual chapter 20. I'm sorry about the inconvenience. It's all fixed and I will pay more attention next time. Special thanks to DixieRoseTx and and greeneyedangel1 for notifying me, thank you again!
"Dean? What.. What are you doing here?" Breanna questioned Dean trying to ignore the cold.
"Who was that?" Dean asked ignoring her question.
"Don't worry about that," She hoped to avoid bringing up Oliver at all costs,"What are you doing here? How long have you been out here? It's freezing, Dean."
Breanna couldn't help but feel bad for him for waiting on her. She had so much anger built up from what he had done and the lack of communication between them but her seeing him standing there lips almost blue from the cold she couldn't be upset with him. At least not for the moment. She stood there face to face with him and she could smell the whiskey on his breath. She sighed before she hurried past him to unlock the door and make it inside. She held the door open and gestured for him to come in.
Dean clenched his jaw, "Who was that?" He asked again.
"Dean.. come inside." She begged not really wanting to argue with a drunk Dean.
"I saw you kiss him, Breanna! Is that your new rich boyfriend? I didn't think you would go back to your old ways so fast." Dean nearly yelled.
Breanna jumped at his sudden outburst. She watched him clench his fists and jaw alike. She looked him in the eyes and he looked.. hurt. Breanna had so many emotion flowing through her. How could he possibly be mad at her when he hadn't even spoken to her in weeks? It was his fault that she was even remotely considering another man. Initially Breanna was feeling bad for Dean, then that went to feeling hurt by him and now she was feeling nothing but anger. She couldn't believe how he was being right now. Showing up here drunk then treating her like this.
"It's none of your fucking business who he is Dean! You made it pretty clear you want absolutely nothing to do with me so that means you don't get to know anything about me anymore. You definitely don't get to make judgements. You don't know anything about me." She had to catch her breath and remind herself to keep the tears in, stay strong.
He took a few steps closer to her and his face softened just a little. He stopped right in front of her and brought his hand to her face. Dean's ice cold hand brushed her cheek and she couldn't stop the shiver that ran through her. Her eyes closed, she had missed his touch. When she felt his lips brush hers she snapped out of it. Her eyes popped open and she shoved him away. A look of hurt spread over Dean's face. She averted her eyes, looking down at her hands.
"No, Dean! You fucked up big time. You can't do what you did.. Just disappear. Refuse to see me, hell, you refused to even respond to one of my text messages. I trusted you, Dean." The tears welling up in her eyes almost broke through but she managed to blink them away. "You can't just show up here and expect me to pick up where things left off. Especially when you're acting the way you are."
Dean ran his hand through his hair, "Can I come in?" He voice was quiet.
"I'm tired Dean.. Emotionally and physically and I'm not up to do this with you right now." She said honestly. "You're drunk.. if you want to talk we can do it tomorrow when you're sober." No matter what she couldn't deny the feelings she had for him and she at least had to hear him out.
"Okay.." He agreed.
Breanna shook her head and went to shut the door but Dean's arm prevented it from closing. Breanna heaved a sigh and opened the door.
"I'm sorry, Breanna.. I'm so sorry about everything. I just, uh, want you to know that." Dean said with a tinge of nervousness in his voice.
Breanna knew it was hard for Dean to open up and especially for him to say sorry but she wasn't ready to forgive him yet. She reached out and brushed his face like he had done earlier.
"Goodnight, Dean." And she shut the door.
Dean stood there for a few minutes more until he just couldn't bear the cold anymore and headed to his house. Once inside he shrugged his leather jacket off and threw it on a chair before making his way through the warm house into the kitchen to pour himself another drink. After swallowing the amber liquid down he heard foots entering the room.
"Didn't go well, huh?" Sam asked already knowing the answer.
"Some jackass in a Mercedes dropped her off. You think she's already seeing someone else?" Dean asked angrily.
"I don't know, Dean. You didn't exactly give her a reason not to." Sam spoke honestly like he frequently did.
"You think I should just let her move on? Maybe she'd be better living a regular life with a regular guy." Dean downed another glass of whiskey.
"Maybe? I did the regular thing with Jess and look what happened, Dean? I tried saving her from all of this but it didn't help. I think it's her life it should be her choice." Sam said honestly just trying to help out his older brother.
"I'm hitting the hay." Dean said while slamming his third whiskey since coming home.
Sam just shook his head as his older brother brushed by him and marched to his room. He should have known better than to think Dean would listen to him.
The next morning Dean woke up full of regret for not only showing up at Bree's place like did but also acting like he did. He spent so much time trying to avoid the thought of her but once he was back and saw her house he knew he couldn't fight his feelings anymore. Dean wasn't sure exactly what he needed to do to make things right but he had to at least try, especially since there was a mystery man dropping her off late at night. Dean's jaw clenched just at the idea of her being with another man. Not wanting to waste anytime Dean snagged his phone punched in Bree's number from memory and sat contemplating on what he would say.
"Hello?" A man asked from the other end.
"Oh uh.. Sorry man must have dialed the wrong number." Dean muttered.
"Maybe not, this is Breanna's phone. She left it in my car last night. I wasn't sure how to get up with her." The man on the other end explained. Dean noted his accent and rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe he was dealing with a Mercedes driving Irishman.
"Yeah well, this is "Breanna's" boyfriend." He mimicked the way the man said her name. Sure he didn't know the guy but he already wasn't fond of him. Dean knew Bree may not agree with him being so possessive but he had to get this guy out of the picture.
"Oh, well.. She never mentioned a boyfriend, sham. No disrespect." Oliver quipped.
"Sham?" Dean asked aloud not sure if it was an insult or not, "Yeah, I've been away but now I'm back. You can just drop the phone by my place, bub." Dean said with a clenched jaw.
"Actually I'm out in front of her house at the moment, I was just seeing if this was her calling. See you later, aye?" Dean could hear the smile behind his voice and the line was dead.
Dean was seeing red. He pulled his boots on quickly and stormed out of his room only pausing to grab his jacket from the chair he had thrown it on the night before.
"Where are you storming off to?" Sam asked from behind his laptop. When he didn't get a response just heard the slam of the front door. If he left out the front door that meant he wasn't driving anywhere and Sam realized that meant he was going to Bree's. Sam quickly shut the lap top, grabbed his jacket and slipped it on then headed after Dean.
"Dean?" Sam yelled after him once he spotted him already half way to the neighboring house.
Dean heard Sam but never faltered. He skimmed over the silver sports car in the driveway and felt even more anger building up inside of him. Sam made it to Dean just as they got to the front door. Dean went to knock with a closed fist and Sam caught his arm.
"What are you doing?" Sam said keeping his voice down.
"What did it look like? This jackass," Dean gestured towards the car. "is in there giving her, her phone back because she 'left' it in his car last night. Probably throwing all kinds of moves on her. He's Irish dude." Dean said hoping his reasoning would make sense to Sam.
Sam stood there for a moment before sighing. "I understand you not wanting her to be alone with another guy making moves on her but don't act like a caveman, Dean. You two aren't together anymore and you are trying to fix things remember? If you start banging on the door and yelling you will never get her back." Sam explained to his hard headed older brother.
Dean knew Sam was right but even so, he couldn't leave them in there alone. "We'll do it your way, Sammy. Just follow my lead." And with that Dean knocked softly on the door.
"Coming!" Bree yelled from inside of the house.
Breanna opened the door quiet surprised to see not only Dean but Sam standing there both with smiles on their faces. She just stood there waiting for them to speak.
"Good morning, beautiful." Dean said gently before leaning in and brushing his lips across her cheek. He felt a silent victory because he didn't pull away as he advanced towards her and actually allowed him to his her.
"Good morning." She added just above a whisper. Her eyes were locked with his and god had she missed him. In the morning light his eyes were a special shade of green and the blonde in his hair shined brighter. He threw her one of his beautiful smiles and she hated herself for swooning so easily over this man.
"Uh- Morning Breanna." Sam added feeling overly awkward by the way she was looking at his brother. He only interrupted because he was worried she was going to jump him right there in the door way. And behind her Sam saw a man about Dean's height with dark hair and a beard standing by the island in her kitchen.
"Can we come in, sweet cheeks?" Dean asked smirking at the playful nickname he had given her.
She felt her cheeks growing red again this time embarrassed by Oliver hearing the name Dean had called her. Also, because he was already winning her back over with absolutely no effort. She nodded her head and allowed the brothers in before shutting the door behind them. Breanna caught the all to familiar smell of Dean which sent a shiver right through her. There wasn't a smell that aroused her so much as his natural musk.
"Uh, Sam.. Dean.. This is Oliver. Oliver this is Sam and Dean." She said feeling like the situation was going to go badly.
"Pleased to meet you both." Oliver said before the others had a chance. He made his way to them and shook both of their hands firmly.
"Back at ya, bub." Dean said repeated the word he had used earlier hoping to make this Oliver aware he was Bree's boyfriend.
"Yeah, you too." Sam said after Dean with a confused look on his face about his brother using the term 'bub'.
Oliver's eyes widened realizing he was now face to face with the man he was just on the phone with. After a moment he realized the guy wasn't going to attempt to pick a fight with him and a false sense of security cloaked Oliver. Before the brothers had shown up he made sure Breanna didn't have a boyfriend by mentioning that her boyfriend had called so he wanted to get the phone to her as soon as he could. Her only response was, "I don't have a boyfriend." And Oliver couldn't help but feel excited about that.
After they all stood around awkwardly for a moment she spoke up. "Coffee!" Bree nearly yelled before she cleared her throat, "I'll make some coffee." She said a little more quietly this time.
"Sounds great, baby." Dean said to her but his eyes never left Oliver.
"Dean, cut it out with the endearments." Breanna said with a roll of her eyes. She knew what he was doing and just because he decided he wanted to be back in her life didn't give him the right to think they were just back together. Even though deep down she loved it when he called her baby. But Oliver was a great guy and she couldn't just dismiss him because of Dean.
"I actually need to be going, Breanna. Have an early surgery I need to look in on." Oliver walked over to Bree and placed a farewell kiss on the opposite side in which Dean just had. "I'll see you later, álainn." And for the third time Bree's face was red this time from Oliver's usage of an Irish phrase for beautiful.
Dean clenched his jaw and glanced at Sam and Sam just lowered his hand hoping Dean would stay calm. Dean did, not because he didn't want to rip this guy apart but because he knew it wasn't the way to get her back. Oliver slid his jacket over his shoulders and walked past the brothers with a smile before shutting the door behind him on his way out.
"Well, we didn't mean to interrupt anything. We just wanted to see if you needed any help with your car." Dean said trying to not sound agitated.
"You didn't interrupt anything, Dean. Oh, uhm yeah. Maybe. I'm thinking about trading it in towards getting a new one, actually." She added while brewing a fresh pot of coffee.
"Oh yeah? Well I know a few of the dealers in town and could probably help get you a good deal." Dean said with a voice that sounded more like him.
"Yeah, and where the car? I'll call the shop and send someone to go get it." Sam took this opportunity to maybe be able to leave the room even to just make a phone call.
Breanna looked over at the brothers with a heartfelt look. "You guys really don't have to do that. You've helped me enough as is."
"It isn't a big deal, we promise." Sam smiled at her.
She poured a cup of the hot coffee and handed it to Sam. She knew the brothers took both of their coffee black. "It's at Red's."
He nodded and quietly thanked her for the coffee as he headed to the porch to make the call.
She poured another cup and handed it to Dean. Their hands brushed only slightly and Bree felt a tingle surge from her fingers down through her whole body.
"Thanks. So what's up with the guy?" Dean said not skipping a beat.
Breanna sighed as she added cream and sugar to her coffee. "What do you mean, Dean?"
"I mean are you and him a couple now?" Dean asked sheepishly.
"Of course not.. He just came in the bar once is all. Then last night I saw him at Red's my car wouldn't start so he gave me a ride home." She finished, leaving out the fact they flirted and clearly were into each other.
"I'm sorry about last night. I'm sorry about everything. I'm sorry I got scared and avoided you. I'm sorry I left and most of all I'm sorry that I hurt you. I just hate that I let another man give you a ride home. That's my job. You're my girl.. I should always be there for you. Not some strange Irishman. I want you to know that I will do anything and I mean anything to show you how much you mean to me." Dean stared intently into the coffee before taking a long sip.
Breanna just looked a Dean in disbelief that he just opened himself up so much to her with next to no prompting. She felt tears building up in her eyes but she quickly blinked them away. Trying to soak up everything he had just said she just sat there for a moment before his eyes finally met hers. He looked scared.. he wasn't sure if she would forgive him but he knew he had to be honest with her.
"Dean.." It was all she managed to say. All of the anger and hurt she had been feeling for him vanished with his words. She couldn't even remember how to be mad at him at the moment. The only thing she felt was raw emotion.
"Oh.. you don't have to.." Dean started mumbling and she couldn't make out what he said. He looked down again with the saddest face she had ever seen before.
She knew it was now or never, she had to know exactly how he felt about her. She needed to know if this was the real deal. She couldn't have him leaving her again once she left him back into her life. Bree knew that this was a make it or break it moment.
Her breath hitched just for a moment before she felt a warmth through her body followed by the truest words she had ever spoke, "I love you, Dean."
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