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It hurt.
It was uncommon for some bruises or scratches after a bad hunt. Even an easy hunt. But it didn’t hurt any less. Especially when you would be sleeping on a hard motel bed that exact night.
I paced inside the bathroom across from my room, dressed only in a silky bathrobe and sandals. My hands gripped on the sink when I came to a stop, feeling worse than ever. My neck was bleeding, and a light bruise covered my cheek.
I was a mess.
I began the shower, feeling thankful for the wonderful water pressure that was hard to find in these cheap motels. I arranged my soap and lotions on the edge, making sure everything I needed was there.
I sighed, reaching my hand underneath the warming up water, my bones aching at the movement. Not hot enough, I decided, and continued my pacing.
The door opened, and I spun around, gripping at my robe for my gun that I left underneath my pillow. I calmed down as a tall, handsome man that I recognized instantly, snuck in, grinning with his contagious smile. But I couldn’t help and not smile.
“Dean, I’m not in the mood,” I said softly, resting my side on the wall.
“C’mon,” he whined softly, ignoring the glare I sent his way. “Shower sex is even more fun with two.”
“I’m not kidding. Get out.”
“Why? I thought we were having fun.”
“Yeah, it was,” I begun, my eyes meeting the floor rather than his beautiful green eyes. “I just think we should take a break for a bit, you know? Meet someone new.”
“But I don’t wanna meet someone new,” he told me, his voice gruff and alluring as usual, but I stood my ground, holding to the only strength I had against him.
“But I do.”
He shook his head, staring at me like barely knew me.
“I’m sorry. But we knew this wouldn’t have last. You knew that, right?”
“Y/N, come on. I can’t do that. I-I love you,” he confessed, his eyes scorning my eyes for some sort of confession back, but I couldn’t.
“Dean-”
“I love you,” he said persistently, taking my hands in his.
“But I see you as my friend. Just a friend.”
“So, this-” he motioned to the two of us. “-was meaningless and meant nothing to you?”
“You agreed that it was going to be just friends with benefits, Dean! It’s not my fault one us grew feelings! We told each other if that ever happened, we’d reject them, so we wouldn’t have to go through the pain and guilt of a breakup that would happen sooner or later.”
“But I love you,” he admitted lovingly, his voice breaking.
“But I don’t.”
He came forward, trying to pull me towards him.
“No,” I told him, trying to escape his grip. He held on tighter, trying to touch me. I struggled against him, refusing to give in. I gripped the shower curtain, falling with it as it was breaking with me. He fell to his knees, trying to nuzzle into my neck.
“I’ll let you go as long as you say you love me,” he promised, but I fought against him, screaming “no” over and over again. He kissed me all over my face, holding my head still once I tried to move away. I clawed at his face, crying.
“Let go of me!”
I pushed him off of me, and tried to crawl away. His hand grasped my ankle and pulled me back, covering his body over mine.
“No! Please, don’t!”
I felt my body turned over onto my back, and then his lips smashed onto mine. I tried to hit him, kick him, scratch him, even bite him. I cried, feeling his hand hold onto my hands together, while the other tried to grope me.
Then his body was thrown off of me. I tried to regain my breath, but I couldn’t stop crying. Once a pair of strong arms came around me, I struggled in panic.
“It’s okay. It’s okay,” Sam’s voice promised me in soft, relaxing whispers.