I watched him exit the building and simply just seem at peace as he was surrounded by complete nothingness.

I don't know why I was obsessing over this man. He clearly wanted to be along, and I have no right to bother him... but I felt like I needed to.

John wouldn't want me to be messing with him either, not that John hated him, but simply because Dean seems like he doesn't want to be bothered.

Every bone in my body told me not to follow him but my mind screamed to go check on him. So I simply sighed and walked out towards him.

"H-hey." I say and I suddenly see his relaxed figure, tense up. I really shouldn't have come out here.

He sighed, "Must you always follow me around like a lost puppy? Damn it Bella, just leave me alone."

I froze in my tracks at his tone and was tempted to turn around and just go back inside. But I didn't, I kept walking towards him.

"Why do you like being alone?" I asked him as I stood right next to him, "There's a lot of people you can hang out with. You don't to be-"

"Because I want to." he interrupted, "Because I don't like people and I don't like you."

I frown slightly, "Why do you have to say it like that? Why do you even hate, I haven't even done anything to you Dean."

He remained silent and just looked out at the road instead of answering me.

"Dean will you just talk to me?" Is asked him.

He gave a dry laugh, "You think out of all the people on this planet, if talk to you about my insignificant feelings?"

"They aren't insignificant." I say to him, "You're as important as anyone else. You look like you hurt every day Dean, but you don't even tell anyone about it, do you?"

"Will you leave me the fuck alone?" He asked me loudly.

"Why?" I asked him back, just as loud, "Because I'm right about something. You hate me because I actually care if your ok or not."

"You can't care about someone you don't know." He snarled at me, "I hate you for several reasons Bella, and this conversation makes the top of my list."

"I don't fucking get you." I snarled right back at him, "How the hell am I suppose to get to know you if you don't let a damn person in. You don't let anyone freaking see it feel how much your fucking hurting. You don't-"

He cut me off immediately as he lips came crashing down on mine and his hand immediately wrapped around my waist and held me as tight as he possibly could.

I wanted to push him off of me as quick as I could, but I felt something.

Not love

Not lust

Hurt.

Pain.

His hurt.

His pain.

One after another after another after another to the point where tears were streaming down my face as both of our lips moved in sync.

This is what he felt everyday? He hadn't said one word about anything but yet I could feel every tragedy that he's went through, I could feel every single tear that he shed in private, I could feel every wave of emotion that he felt daily. It wasn't a kiss of passion, it was a kiss of release. A release that been built up for so long...

He slowly pulled back from me and just stared at me while I quickly tried to wipe the tears away from my eyes.

"Dean..." I said quietly, "You're hurting so much."

"No." He said while shaking his head, "Go away Nikki."

"But Dean-" I started but he stopped me.

"Yeah I'm hurting Nikki." He said, "So fucking what? You'll be 'hurting' the second you realize that you just cheated on your precious little boyfriend."

As soon as the words hit me a wave of regret flooded over my body. I just cheated on John...

"Awe Nikki," Dean said while walking off, "You look hurt."