title: arguing (a.k.a. no.)


"No."

"No?"

"No, I won't go."

"Why not?"

"I don't feel comfortable going."

"Yeah, that would be the point." I smile a little. "You're never going to get better if you don't try new things-"

Dean's hand smashes down on the table – thankfully, sturdy and wooden. I jump back a little. "That doesn't change anything. I don't want to go and I won't. Get it?"

I frown. "Yes, but I don't understand why-"

"Because it will make me uncomfortable! That wouldn't be fun, Cas."

"I get that, but it'll be better in the long run-"

"You're not my mother. You're my boyfriend. That means that you're supposed to be there for me, and understand why I don't want to do things. You're supposed to want me to be happy, and get that just because it'll make me happier in the long run doesn't negate the fact that it doesn't make me happy now. You don't even want to go! Drop it."

I set my jaw. "No."

Eye contact spans minutes and says a lot of angry things neither of us wish to give voice to. Dean is the first to break it, looking down and hitting the table again.

"I can't believe you." He mutters.

I feel suddenly quiet and I dig my fingernails into my hands. I look straight at his back, from where he's turned, as I say "Kali's out of town and Gabe's been threatening to kidnap me all week. I think I'll sleep in his spare room tonight."

Dean nods; a sharp, short gesture. I fetch things for an overnight stay, and when I leave the bedroom, he's still in the same position.

I pat my pocket to make sure I have keys before I leave. I give Dean one last look before I shut the door. I try to shut it gently, but I know it'll echo in the small space of our house.

I wait one second, unable to just leave.

Dean waits until he's sure I'm away from the door – though I'm not – and then I hear a loud thud, like a muscular body hitting a wooden floor suddenly.

My hands twitch as I leave.


this is awful and short and i'm sorry. the next one is longer. i just... i'm not good at fighting, and i'm worse at writing it. especially when forced not to have them making up in the same chapter, because that at least elongates it.