Things calmed down considerably after the sex situation. The day after, neither of you made any comment about the conversation you had, instead, you moved on with your lives as if nothing happened. It was... odd because now there was a mutual unspoken agreement not to bring hook-ups home. The good thing is that the end of the sex war brought peace to your household. Not only there was no need to prove anything anymore, but also it allowed you to move on from your negative fixation on Dean. It made you decide not to give him any more attention than necessary. Sure, you've spent most of the time you've known him loathing his womanizer attitude, but then again, you had the same response when he provoked you. Talk about being a hypocrite.

The situation also allowed you to reflect on the reasons why you've never gotten along with Dean. You were not pleased to admit that Meg had been right... you don't really know who Dean Winchester is beyond the bad boy facade he lets everyone see. Are you interested in getting to know him? No, not really. Nevertheless, you're willing to give the man the benefit of the doubt now that you've lived with him. After all, who he sleeps with is none of your business. So, you decided to wave out the white flag, as long as he doesn't step out of the line with you.

He might've found the same resolve because from that moment onwards you basically ignored each other. Sure, you lived in the same house, thus inevitably run into each other, but that was it. Your interactions receded to the bare minimum. It also helped that your work schedules were busy and unmatched. You wouldn't even call him a roommate because he's more like the other person who lives in your house when you're not around. It's a stark contest of your living arrangement with Meg. With her, you would take turns preparing food or doing house chores. With Dean simpler, everyone prepares their meal and does their chores. As for the common areas of the house, you usually take turns week to week. And apparently, that was also part of an unspoken agreement because you've never actually decided to split mopping and dusting the kitchen. It became a natural order of things.

However, the lack of interaction doesn't mean that you don't notice him. Of couse you did. You're aware of when he's home and when he isn't. You hear him leave the shower to prepare for work early in the morning. It's almost impossible not to notice him. He has a powerful aura that demands attention. You understand how girls are smitten with him. But that isn't it, because you also cannot comprehend why they can not see that Dean Winchester is a man born not to be tied down to a single woman. His lack of commitment is something they should be aware of.

"Yes, yes, Charlie, I'm on my way."

Charlie, on the other line of the phone, scoffs. "You were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago!"

You run around the house looking for your wallet. It's somewhere in the living room, you are sure of it.

"I know, but I took a nap and completely lost track of time" you whisper apologetically. "I'll be there in ten."

"Fiiiine," she relents. "Quickly." And then she hangs up.

A few days ago, you decided to arrange a get-together with Charlie and Meg. You haven't seen them since the wedding. It was the perfect opportunity to catch up and complain about your problems. But like you told Charlie, you took a nap and lost track of time. Now you're running late and can't find your wallet.

"C'mon, c'mon..." you instantly spot it on the bookshelves, under some magazines.

You pick it up in a hurry, and to your anguish, the sudden movement causes the papers to go sprawling on the floor. You groan and bent to pick them up. One particular magazine catches your eye. There, in big red bold letters, it reads:

Busty Asian Beauties

On the cover, a Japanese woman is posing erotically, showing her cleavage that is barely covered by a brassiere. Ugh, you don't need to be a genius to know who this belongs to. As on cue, the front door opens soundly and Dean steps into your view. At first, he doesn't pay you any attention, that is until he realizes what you're holding. He freezes.

Holding your wallet in one hand and the magazine in the other, you approach him. "You know," you give him the porn, "November issue was excellent, don't you think?"

His eyes widen almost comically and his mouth parts slightly. You don't give him time to answer because you leave the house right after.

The restaurant where you were supposed to meet Meg and Charlie had a night schedule in place. By the time you arrived, they had already ordered their food and yours. They know you well enough to choose your favorite food. Nevertheless, their angry stares are no less intimidating as you approach their table. It seemed like even though they ordered, they haven't eaten anything yet.

"I'm so sorry!" You apologize as soon as you sit.

Meg shakes her head in fake disappointment. "I can't believe you fell asleep in the middle of the day."

"Hey!" you call out. "Naps are a thing for adults too. Besides, my co-worker is giving me a hard time again."

"What did he do this time?" Asks Charlie before taking a bite of her food.

You start eating while you recount your story. Your coworker, Marcus, is a nightmare whenever he wants to, which is mostly all the time. He is fairly new to the company and your Junior. You've been tasked to show him around the office while he gets settled on. But he has a thing against you because every chance he gets, he does something to annoy you or get you in trouble. This time it was some missing papers that your boss needed you to get for them. You were disciplined about your lack of attention. Later, it turns out that Marcus had them all the time. Despite this, your boss didn't nag him like they did to you, they had claimed that Marcus was new and it was your responsibility to tell him not to touch those documents. You had to bite your tongue to prevent you from talking back and telling your boss that you actually warned Marcus about it. You knew it wouldn't be of any help whatsoever. Your boss has apparently a soft spot for Marcus, which maybe has to do with the fact that they're banging him. You aren't sure of it, but you suspect it's happening.

After you complain about your work situation to Meg and Charlie, you ask them how they're doing. Meg tells about her newfound, blissful married life. Apparently, marrying Castiel was one of the best things that has ever happened to her. You're not sure if it's the honeymoon phase, or if it's actually true what is she saying, but you're happy for her. She tells you about her vacation in Norway, and Charlie laughs at her story about almost freezing to death. Then, you asked her if she and Castiel are thinking about having children, and she quickly shakes her head no. You know Meg isn't too eager to be a mother, though you don't know what's Castiel's opinion on the matter. From what Meg tells you, they agreed that no children is the best for them. You nod and tell her that you support whatever decision she makes.

Then it's Charlie's turn to tell you that she has found herself a new woman. She claims that she's in love, and you have to suppress an eye roll. You know her well enough to know that she falls in love too quickly too deep, and that even though maybe this new girl will stick around for longer than the last, there's no guarantee. Meg knows that too because she doesn't bother to hide the snort when Charlie tells you that maybe she'll even marry this other girl. In spite of it, you ask your friend about her new love interest, and she tells you all about her. Her name is Anna, and she is a fiery redhead as well. Charlie shows you a picture. You laugh out loud when Meg comments that people might think they're sisters. Charlie claims that their shades of red are different.

Being in here, with your friends, makes you forget momentarily about the stress from work and whatever weird thing you have going on with Dean. It's too hot and cold. First, you flirt, then you hate each other, then you fight, and now you're ignoring each other. What's next? Are you gonna suddenly become friends?

Meg might be reading your thoughts because she inquires: "How are things going on with your new roommate?"

You look at her with puppy-dog eyes. "I know you don't want children, but will you and Castiel adopt me?"

Charlie whistles, her cherry pie dessert halfway done. "That bad, huh?"

You recount to your friends all that has been going on for the past weeks. From the weird call he had with Benny, to going through the sex war, until the current ignoring situation. Your friends listen carefully until you're finished. When it's done, they add their own comments about Dean's attitude. Much to your dismay, they also claim that is, unfortunately, your fault as well. It doesn't help the fact that Dean and you share the same circle of friends. So, since both Meg and Charlie know him -and especially Charlie's close to him- there is no surprise that the blame goes both ways. Him for saying those things about you over the phone, and you for allowing the dumb sex contest to begin with. Even when you tell them that it wasn't meant to escalate that far, they still doubt your innocence. Fucking Dean Winchester, he manages to slither his way into other aspects of your life.

"Why don't you call a truce?" Charlie suggests, "I mean, you're going to live with the guy for who knows how long."

"We have a truce."

She makes a dismissive gesture, "not about the sex, in general."

You grimace, but actually consider her words.

"Yes! A truce would be perfect." Meg smiles like the Cheshire cat, something is in her mind, and that's not good. "In fact, you should bring him some cherry pie as a peace offering."

Before you can answer it, she calls out to the waiter to ask for a to-go slice of pie. The rest of the gathering goes by smoothly as you talk about other trivial matters. When you get home from the restaurant, Dean's sprawled on the couch, snoring quietly. His dirty blonde hair is tousled, and his freckles seem to shine in the moonlight. The hand in which you're holding the to-go container shakes slightly. That night, you eat another slice of pie in the solitude of your bedroom.

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