As always she was already in catering as the three men entered next day. She looked up but quickly turned her head back to the women she was having a conversation with. Dean let out a little snicker as he saw how she reacted. It was going better than expected. He quickly fixed himself a plate of food before taking a seat at the table next to the women, making sure to take the chair closest to her so they were sitting back to back.
"John gave me the best ride last night," Nikki said.
"Nikki!" Brie sounded outraged.
"What? It's just sex, Brie. It's perfectly normal," Nikki said.
"Maybe not everyone around this table wants that kind of conversation," Brie said and looked at Maisie.
"I don't mind," Maisie shrugged her shoulders uninterested.
"What about you, Maisie? When is the last time you got some?" Nikki asked.
Dean leaned back in his chair with a smile on his face. This ought to be good.
"Two years," Maisie answered.
Dean's smile quickly turned into a frown. Two years? Why would she lie about it? She didn't even need to say it was him she was with last night. She could just lie and say she picked up a random guy at the bar.
"You haven't been with anyone since Randy?" Nikki asked shocked.
"No, after him I didn't really feel like having sex again with anybody," Maisie answered.
"Like... ever?" Brie sounded shocked too.
"What? You're making me feel like an alien here," Maisie said.
The twins just kept staring at her and she felt so out of place. She got up and mumbled something about going to the toilet. She hurried down the hallways, desperately in need of some fresh air, not noticing she was being followed. She breathed a sigh of relief the second she felt the wind hit her face but the relief was quickly taken away as she heard Dean's angry voice behind her.
"What the fuck was that?" He sneered.
"What?" She asked as she spun around and looked at him.
"Back in catering. Two years? Are you really that mad about not getting to cum last night that you're just gonna deny us having sex?" He asked.
"I'm not mad but I am gonna deny it," she answered.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because we didn't have sex! You had sex!" She yelled.
His eyes flickered a bit as he tried to understand what on earth she was rambling about.
"Yeah, not following," he finally said and crossed his arms. "Pretty sure you were in the room too."
"You wouldn't take no for an answer and in my experience it's just easier to give in than to fight," she said.
"What are you actually saying?" He asked.
"I'm not saying anything," she answered.
"Are you accusing me of..." He asked.
"I'm not accusing you of anything!" She snapped, cutting him off. "I gave my permission and you got what you wanted so please move along to your next target."
She could see the anger written all over his face, as if he was about to snap and beat something or someone down. Instead he turned around and practicually ran inside and left her alone. He stormed through the place until he reached the ring. Seth was inside, running the ropes, while Roman stood outside stretching his body.
"Wow, Dean, what's wrong?" Roman asked as he saw the bewildered look on his friend's face.
"I think I did something wrong," Dean answered lowly.
"What?" Roman asked.
"I'm not sure. I think... I think I might have raped someone," Dean answered.
"Wow, slow down. Start from the beginning," Roman said.
She was still standing outside when Randy drove into the parking lot. He was smirking at her through the car window and it didn't take her many seconds to figure out she'd rather deal with Dean than Randy. Before Randy could park and get out, she had run back inside. She quickly located them standing next to the ring, all three of them staring her down. Dean still looked angry while Roman and Seth had looks on their faces she couldn't quite figure out.
"What's going on?" She asked nervously.
"I told them," Dean answered.
"Told them what?" She asked.
"I fucking told them, alright? Stop lying!" He yelled.
"Easy. I think we all need to sit down and talk about this," Roman said.
"Talk about what exactly?" She was suddenly angry too. "How your boy here got laid last night? I don't wanna be part of that conversation and it most certainly is none of your god damn business."
"It is. We're friends. We share everything," Roman said.
"Everything? So you're next in line to get with me?" She spat.
"Where the fuck did that come from?" Seth looked at her shocked.
"I can't do this again," she muttered.
She turned around to walk away but was stopped by a couple of strong hands that grabbed her and spun her around.
"You're not fucking leaving till I say you can!" Dean sneered into her face. "What's the matter, fangirl? Did big bad Randy break your little heart when he dumped you so you decided that all men are scum?"
"When he dumped me?" For a few seconds she looked at him as if she didn't understand and then her facial expression changed when it finally clicked. "Oh, right. That's what I told dad. So I take it he talked to you?"
"You damn straight he did. But maybe that's where the real problem is. You didn't think daddy loved you enough so you go look for a daddy figure in your boyfriends?" Dean asked mockingly.
"At least my dad was in my life unlike yours!" She sneered back.
"Oh fuck," Seth said.
Dean grabbed her, fury oozing out of every part of his body, and slammed her back up against the ring, making her yelp at the pain of her back connecting with the apron.
"Dean!" Roman warned.
"At least no one came home to find me with a needle in my arm!" Dean growled. "Fucking drug addict!"
"Dean!" Roman was shouting now.
"Oh, that's rich coming from you!" She growled back. "Let's recap your 6 months in Puerto Rico with all the drugs you took down there! You're the fucking addict!"
"This just keeps getting worse," Seth whined.
Dean let out a loud roar, not saying any actual words, and pressed her harder up against the ring apron.
"You fucking little whore!" He finally spat.
A loud slap was heard and Dean looked stunned for a few seconds as his head was turned and his eyes focused on the floor. His cheek stung from her hand and he sure wasn't gonna let her get away with that. He looked back at her and then repayed the favour with a slap to her cheek. That's when Roman finally got involved. He grabbed under Dean's arms and yanked him away.
"You better fucking run, fangirl! I'm gonna cut you up if you ever come near me again!" Dean screamed.
"Dean, shut the fuck up!" Seth hissed.
She held her hand on her cheek as she watched him being dragged backwards by Roman. She just stood there, staring, and then she twisted a little cold smile.
"Finally you show your true colours," she said.
"Not helping!" Seth hissed at her.
"Fucking psychopath!" She growled.
"They don't call me the lunatic fringe for nothing, fangirl!" Dean spat.
"Oh, you're beyond that. You're just as fucked up as Randy," she said.
"Did you just fucking compare me to that bastard?" Dean screamed as he started struggling harder against Roman. "I'm coming for you, fangirl! I'm fucking coming for you!"
"Just get out of here, Maisie!" Roman yelled over Dean's screams.
She didn't need to be told twice. Right now it almost seemed as if Randy would be a better solution than Dean. Almost. She would never go near Randy again if she could help it. She turned around and walked away. She continued hearing Dean screaming but she couldn't make out any words any longer.