She shifted awkwardly on her feet as she waited outside for them. To say she was nervous was an understatement. She really didn't feel like being close to Dean again but Roman just had a way to convince her with just a few words. Something about him calmed her down.
"You ready?" She jumped as she felt his hand on her back.
"Holy shit, you scared me," she said.
"Guess you couldn't see me for the hoodie. Are you gonna keep it up all night?" He chuckled.
"Depends," she twisted a little smile.
She followed him to the car where Seth and Dean were already waiting. Dean didn't even look at her. Roman unlocked the car and she climbed into the back seat along with Seth. Unfortunately she ended behind the passenger seat where Dean sat and childish enough he pushed the seat all the way back so her legs could hardly be there. She sighed and rolled her eyes but didn't call him out on it. Seth tapped his legs and gave her an apologizing look and she quickly swung her legs over him and thanked him with a smile.
It seemed to be Seth's secret mission to keep her on a happy note that evening. The second they stepped out of the car, he was by her side, placing his arm around her shoulders and escorting her inside the bar. She moved in on a chair up against the wall and Seth sat next to her. On the other side Dean took the chair against the wall and Roman the chair across from Seth.
"Alright, beer for everyone?" Roman asked.
"Can I get a vodka?" She asked.
"Sure. What do you want it mixed with?" He asked.
"More vodka," she answered.
He chuckled and shook his head before walking up to the bar.
"Trying to get drunk fast?" Seth leaned in and talked lowly.
"Need something to survive this night," she answered.
"Are we that bad?" He asked.
"You're not and Roman's not," she answered.
"I can hear you," Dean said and kicked her leg under the table.
"Very mature, Dean," she said and sighed.
"Just trying to sink down to your level," he said.
"Guys, stop it! If you can't be friendly, just go back to ignoring each other," Seth said.
"With pleasure," Dean said.
Roman came back with three beer and a tall glass of vodka. She smiled and made a satisfied sound when she saw how much it was filled. At least he seemed to understand her need for a great amount of alcohol to survive Dean's erratic behavior.
The hours passed and she was through two tall glasses of vodka while she had lost count on how many beer bottles had passed through on their table. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood. She should have known it was too good to be true. It was the calm before the storm and suddenly with a blink of her eyes, everything changed.
"Gentlemen," Randy said as he dragged a chair to the end of the table and sat down with a smirk on his face. "And Maisie."
Seth hissed at the sudden pain as her nails dug through his pants and into his thigh. He quickly grabbed her hands, not only to make her stop inflicting pain on him but also to let her know he was there.
"What are you doing here?" Roman asked.
"I invited him," Dean said.
His eyes were on Maisie as he spoke. A twisted smile on his face as she looked at him wide-eyed. She knew he was something else but she had never expected him to do something this mean.
"Move," she whispered to Seth.
"Maisie, relax," Seth tried.
"Move... Move... Fucking move, Seth!" Her voice went higher, shouting the last three words.
He almost flew out of the chair to make room for her. She quickly retreated, not looking at any of them. He gave Dean a hard look who just sat there grinning back at him. He wanted to tell Dean so many things right in that moment and none of them were pleasent but instead he let that part to Roman and took after her. He quickly caught her outside where she was already in tears.
"Maisie, stop," he said as he grabbed her.
"That fucking asshole!" She shouted.
She planted her fists into Seth's chest a couple of times until he grabbed both her wrists, spun her around and pulled her back up against him. He leaned up against the nearest wall and just held her tight.
"I'm sorry, Maisie. We had no idea he had invited Randy," he said.
"I know," she cried. "Why does he hate me so much? What did I ever do to him?"
"I wish I knew," he said.
They were interrupted by a chuckle and both turned their heads to see Dean standing there.
"What the hell are you doing out here? Haven't you caused enough drama for one night?" Seth asked.
"Roman thought it was a great idea to send me out here to apologize," Dean answered.
"And?" Seth asked.
"And I just thought I'd see exactly what I'd done. Damn, fangirl, I actually managed to make you cry. That's so funny," Dean laughed.
"Dean..." Seth let go off her and took one step forward.
She shouted loudly, not saying any words, just a sound, and launched herself at Dean. He chuckled as her fists started raining into his chest and then he grabbed her wrists like Seth had just done, only he forced her arms around her back and dropped his head down to hers.
"Nice try, fangirl. You know I'm not above hitting you back. So try it one more time and see what happens," he said.
He let go off her and actually expected her to walk away. Instead she slapped him just like she had done four days earlier. He looked pissed off and Seth quickly stepped in between them before things could get any worse.
"You, inside!" He pushed Dean before turning to Maisie. "And you, the other way!"
"Whatever!" She sneered, turned around and started walking away.
"Where are you going?" He yelled after her.
"Away from here!" She yelled back.
It was two angry men that returned to the table shortly after.
"She left," Seth said.
"And why are you angry?" Roman looked at Dean.
"She hit him again," Seth answered.
Randy started laughing when he heard that.
"She always was a bit of a wild cat," he said. "Man, I miss her sometimes. Meow, how that wild cat sometimes came out in bed."
"Then why did you dump her?" Dean asked.
"I didn't dump her. Is that what she's saying? She dumped me," Randy answered.
"Huh?" Seth looked at him.
"Why?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. We just had a crazy night. I mean, really crazy, way more crazy than anything before. It was fucking awesome. Next day I woke up to a note saying we were through. Bitch couldn't even say goodbye face to face," Randy said.
"What a bitch," Dean agreed.
"Anyway, thanks for the invite. I don't feel welcome though," Randy said and looked at Roman and Seth before getting up. "You boys have fun."
The second Randy was gone, both Roman and Seth stared at Dean.
"Why the fuck would you do something like that?" Seth asked.
"What? I think Randy is a nice man," Dean shrugged his shoulders.
"You fucking hate him," Roman said.
"So? Maybe I want that to change," Dean said.
"If you don't start doing right by Maisie, you might end up losing us in the process," Roman said warningly.
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Dean stared him down.
"Guys, guys, we're not going down that path," Seth cut in. "But Dean, you're buying the rest of the night and tomorrow we're gonna have a serious talk about what you did."
"Fine, if I'm buying, we're having shots," Dean said and stood up.
Many hours had passed but Maisie still couldn't find any peace of mind. She had gone straight back to the hotel and put on her pyjamas but her mind and her body refused to relax. She was too upset. It was around 2 at night when she heard weird sounds coming from the other side of the door, as if someone first tried to hold themselves up and then sliding down to sit up against it. She walked over and opened it, only to have Dean's upper body fall into the room.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" She asked.
"Hey fangirl," he said from the floor, clearly drunk. "I didn't think you'd be awake."
"Then why come here in the first place?" She asked.
Although he was drunk, he moved quickly and didn't miss a beat. His arms grabbed her around both ankles, yanking towards him so she fell backwards and landed on the floor. He rolled around and pushed himself up on his hands and knees, crawling up her body while kicking the door shut behind him.
"I came here to right my wrong from the other night," he said as he finally straddled her and bowed his head down close to hers. "I didn't make you cum."
"Dean, please," she whispered.
He moved his head down to her neck, running his nose up against it.
"Damn, you smell good," he said before moving back to her lips to kiss her.
She didn't respond to the kiss. She just lied still with closed lips, hoping he would be tired soon and stop whatever game he was currently playing. Instead he moved his head down to her neck again, kissing up to her ear. One of his hands went down her body, grabbed her thigh to pull her leg up close to his body.
"Tell me you want me," he said lowly.
"I... I..." She stuttered.
"Come on, fangirl, tell me you want me. Tell me you want this," he said.
He moved his head back up to look at her. She couldn't actually say the words so she just nodded, hoping he would be as quick as the last time and leave straight after. He didn't move at first though. He watched her nod and just stared at her for five seconds before finally pushing himself away with a growl. He crawled over to sit up against the wall and looked at her.
"Were you just gonna let me do it?" He asked angry.
"Yeah," the word hardly got out.
"Why? Why the fuck can't you just say no if you don't want it?" His anger seemed to rise even further.
"You didn't care last time," she said.
"Fuck you, fangirl!" He spat.
He pushed himself up to stand, swaying a little but managing to keep standing.
"Fuck you!" He repeated. "Why the fuck are you inside my head? You're driving me insane!"
"I'm sorry," she said, not knowing what else to say.
"Not a word out of your mouth!" He growled warningly. "Not another god damn word! Why the fuck can't you just stay far away from me?"
She looked at him, not daring to even try with an answer. He had just told her not to say another word, yet he ended it all with a question. She didn't dare to answer. She didn't even know an answer for that. He gave her one last stare before pulling the door open and disappearing out of it.