Thanks for reviewing and I really hope you guys are still enjoying this story. Some more sensitive topics in this one. And poor Dean does something that might shock you!

Dean couldn't believe it. Cassie had run out on him just because he wouldn't have sex with her. She should understand that this is Dean's first relationship and that he is unsure about things and wants to take it slow.

But maybe it was Dean that had gotten it wrong. Maybe couples are supposed to have sex by now, and they were the only ones who hadn't. Maybe Cassie was right in getting mad at him.

God, he just didn't understand. He was so clueless about relationships and didn't know what was right and what was wrong. Maybe Cassie was right.

But…but Cassie she…she almost raped him. Was it still rape when it was your girlfriend doing it? Heh, and Dean had just told Sam that he had never been raped in his past and he almost was today. No, no. Dean shook his head. Cassie hadn't tried to rape him, she just…

But Dean couldn't come up with a valid excuse for that one. Cassie never acted like this before? What was going on? Dean tried to calm his breathing but he just couldn't. He let out a couple of quiet sobs, grateful that Sam and Jess weren't home right now.

It was his fault. Maybe he wasn't meant to have a girlfriend and get married. Maybe he was meant to be alone forever.

When Sam and Jess came home they found Dean asleep on his bed, tear stains down his cheeks. They were both shocked, they thought Dean had such a great day.

But then Sam remembered Cassie and how she should have been here.

"Do…do you think Cassie broke up with him or something?" Sam asked with fear, Dean's girlfriend leaving him would be the last thing Dean needs.

"I don't see why she would Sam. It really seemed to me that she loves him. Maybe they just had a fight. Dean is going through a hard time." She replied quietly

"I hope you're right about that. I don't think I could handle my brother being in any more pain. He more than deserves a break."

Dean woke up the next morning as Sam was leaving for work. Sam caught out of the corner of his eye that Dean had awoken.

"Hey Dean." He called and walked over to Dean's room.

Dean looked over at Sam and rubbed his eyes. "What?" He grumbled

"What happened last night with Cassie? Why was she gone?" He questioned

"Nothing, we just got into an argument that's all." Dean said quickly

Sam looked at his brother skeptically. "You sure that's all?"

"Yeah. Now go to work Sam." Dean mumbled "I'm going to go visit her today."

"Okay. Just…be careful on your leg alright?" Sam said with worry. He knew Dean would want to wear the leg, but Dean couldn't drive alone just yet. It would be too hard trying to get his crutches in the backseat alone and trying to hobble into the driver's seat. SO that meant Dean had to walk. Sam didn't want him to get hurt.

"I'll be fine. Just go." Dean shooed him away. With one last sigh Sam left the apartment.

Dean fumbled with trying to lock the door while balancing on his crutches. He had decided last night that it was time to stop crying and to be a man for once. He had to confront Cassie on this and let her have a piece of his mind.

After finally locking the door Dean walked down the street slowly. He really couldn't move his prosthetic leg at all. It was more of just a prop right now. It frustrated him to no end but at least he looked like he had two full legs now with a pair of jeans on.

It was hot outside, but Dean made himself wear jeans on the occasion. Not because he was afraid of people staring at him, he was way to used to that his whole life. But because he wanted to show Cassie that he was strong and so she won't get distracted by the leg and not listen to him. He wants to show her what she missed out on yesterday when she didn't come to get his leg with him.

Cassie's apartment was on the third floor of her building but luckily there was an elevator so Dean hopped inside. He waited impatiently for the rickety old thing to reach the floor and then headed on over to Cassie's door. He went to lean on the door so he could get his arm out of a crutch and knock on the door. But when the door moved under his weight, Dean realized that it hadn't been closed all the way.

He was about to knock anyway when he heard Cassie say something to someone. Then he heard a male voice respond.

What the hell?? Okay, forget knocking, Dean was coming in.

Dean carefully entered the apartment and tried to be as quiet as possible. He followed the voices into Cassie's bedroom.

Dean thought he was about to vomit at the sight in front of him.

Cassie was in bed with some random blonde guy Dean had never seen before. And it was quite obvious what they were doing.

Cassie noticed Dean almost right away and her eyes grew wide. "Dean, I can explain!"

Dean felt like he was about to hyperventilate he was breathing so hard. "How can you explain this?!" He yelled at her "If you didn't like me anymore than you could have told me, not cheat on me!"

"That's your boyfriend?" The guy in bed with her asked, disgusted "You told me you were single!"

And for some reason that made this whole situation even worse.

"How could you do this to me?" Dean whispered in anger. And when Cassie didn't reply, he turned around and left, dragging his prosthetic leg behind him, not even bothering to try anymore.

Dean threw his crutches on the ground once he got back home and into his room. He collapsed onto the bed and angrily took off the prosthetic leg and tossed it aside, not even caring if he damaged it.

The emotional pain he was feeling right now seemed enough to kill him. His girlfriend had just tried to rape him then cheated on him.

Wow he must really be a loser then. Cassie probably didn't want to break up with him because she felt bad for him, so instead she cheated.

And all the progress Dean had made these past months was practically thrown out the window. Would anyone else other then Sam and Jess ever love him? Did people just see him as something to use for their amusement? Every time he thinks someone else cares for him, they stab him in the back.

What was the point in learning how to walk again if no one else besides your brother and his fiancé liked you? He should just stay holed up inside the apartment then,

Dean tried to control his overflowing thoughts, tried to get them at bay and think about how Sam and Jess loved him. But right now…he just couldn't….it was too much.

And then he remembered another way to release his pain, to calm the emotions. He pulled out a knife he kept in his nightstand just incase anything supernatural would show up. Dean just stared at the sharp blade for a second, thinking of how it would tear into his skin, nice and slow. He glanced at his door. It was closed; both Sam and Jess wouldn't be home from work for a while. The timing was perfect.

Dean brought the knife down on his already horribly scarred skin and pressed, drawing blood. He relished in the physical pain it brought and how it helped soothe his emotional pain. He drew the knife down the length of his arm and watched the stream of blood appear. He quickly rolled up his other sleeve and did the same, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

However, Dean was so lost in the pain of cutting himself that he didn't realize Sam had come home for his lunch break to check on Dean and if he had spoken to Cassie. Sam saw that Dean's door was closed and knocked lightly. When he didn't get an answer he opened it up.

Sam dropped the bags he was holding and his mouth opened in horror as he saw his brother's arms full of blood with a knife in his hand.