As Dean and I head to the hotel in the cab,I feel my mood change suddenly. I was angry and just felt like crying.

'Dammit.' I thought to myself with a grimace. I had a feeling I was probably on my period. And Dean wanted to get back to the hotel,have a few beers and have a roll in the sheets.

We get back to the hotel,Dean going to store inside the hotel to get the beer and me heading upstairs to see if my suspicions were true.

Yep. Great,now I have to tell Dean that I couldn't be with him because of my period. Even worse,I tend to get angry for no apparent reason,I go off on people before I can stop myself. Stupid fucking hormones.

''I've got the alcohol,let's get drunk and make a little love.''

I,who was sitting on the bed propped up on the headboard,rolled my eyes.

''What?'' He asked.

'' 'Make a little love' ?We've never made love,we've only fucked.''

''Um,and that's a bad thing?''

''Yes,Dean it is,especially when it would be nice to know that I'm loved by you making love to me,not just being fucked like a common whore.''

Instead of Dean giving a reply,he came to the bed and sat down next to me. He leaned in to kiss my neck but I pulled away.

''Stop,Dean. I am not in the fucking mood.''

''At the arena you were all for coming back here and sleeping with me now you're being a...a...''

He is not about to call me what I think he is.

''Just say it,Dean!''

''A bitch!You're being a bitch!''

I jumped up off the bed and locked myself in the bathroom,childish,I know,but I can't control myself when I'm on my period. I've always had that problem.

I heard Dean get off the bed and leave the room,I walk out of the bathroom,now I was alone,I had run Dean off. I collapsed on the bed and started crying,crying for everything I could think of;for being a bitch to Dean,for having cramps,for fucking world peace. Eventually my tears slowed down and I propped myself back on the headboard and turned on the tv,Titanic was on,how convenient.

About the time Jack was going under the cold Atlantic Ocean leaving Rose alone and frozen and with tears rolling down my cheeks,Dean walks in. He has a couple of plastic bags with him.

He laid out the contents of the bags. Midol,tampons,chamomile tea,a dvd of The Notebook and two 1 pint containers of Ben & Jerry's Phish Food.

''Dean,how did you know?''I knew this was a stupid question seeing as I was acting randomly irrational,but I asked it anyway.

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled. I got up and walked around the bed and wrapped my arms around his torso. I was more teary than I was before,with Dean being amazing and me being a horrid bitch to him.

''Oh Dean,I'm so sorry I said what I said and the way I acted,I suck.'' I said as I heaved with tears.

''It's okay,baby girl,I understand. I know it's not your fault.'' He said then kissed my forehead.

I looked up at him with my teary eyes and my pathetic,puffy face. He wiped the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs.

''You're amazing,Dean. Do you really plan on watching The Notebook with me?'' I kind of laughed a bit.

''Of course I do. Nothing like a good chick flick after kicking some ass in the ring,right? Now you go get in the bed and get under the blanket,I'll bring you the ice cream.''

I did as he said and he was true to his word,he watched the entire movie. It was nice to just sit there with him,eat ice cream,have a beer and cry over a movie.

When the movie ended,Dean turned off the tv and got in the bed with me and wrapped his arms around me.

''Goodnight,love.''

''Goodnight,Dean.''

I cried a few more tears but not because I was sad or hormonal,but because I loved Dean so much and didn't know what I did to deserve someone like him.