[Warnings;  mentions of razors, sexual assault post stress, swearing, violence, and mentions of blood]

Word Count; a little less then 1200 words 

About an hour later, I still hadn't calmed down but I needed to do something. I got onto my feet and took a look around  the room, I had made quite the mess during my temper tantrum. I didn't bother to clean up, just climbing to my feet and tenderly slipping around the broken glass and debris. I didn't bother to clean up. I grabbed a change of hopefully clean clothes and went to the bathroom. I took a shower, letting all the sweat, grime, and bad vibes wash off me as trickling water ran along my skin. I scrubbed myself with soap three times over then washed my hair twice. I didn't hop out of the shower until the water ran cold. I took to the mirror, cringing at my overgrown facial hair. I grabbed a comb, a razor, shaving cream, and hair gel. I fixed my hair and face up, slipping the cool blade across my skin then rubbing gel into my hair.

Grabbing toothpaste and a toothbrush, I attacked my yellow teeth, pushing against my gums so hard I could taste blood. I felt so defeated and my anger was uncontrollable in a strangely, almost comforting  way. But I needed to go to work. I needed to get out of the slump I had dug myself into; Out of the grave I had dug. 

I pulled on the fresh pair of faded jeans which were a little too tight to be comfortable but just loose enough so that they weren't obscene and a clean smelling button-up flannel that had been  buried at the bottom of a drawer. I grabbed my cologne and my deodorant, throwing both on and snatching up my phone before heading out the door.

It was a quick drive in my Impala, my Baby, to Garth's Car Garage. I had worked at Garth's for four years now, having gotten a working permit the day I turned fourteen and working my ass off ever since. Garth had always been a good and understanding boss, never questioning anything. And I had mentally thanked him for that a million times. In real life, not so much. Thank yous, well really words in general, weren't one of my skills. Now more then ever, I was a man of few words.

I pulled into the shop's parking lot, my usual spot was taken by a car I didn't recognize. I thought nothing of it as I pulled into the spot next to where I would usually leave Baby. I put her into park and slid my keys out of the ammunition before patting Baby's door and climbing out. It was just me and Baby now, I would have to learn to appreciate the little things.

I walked into the shop, my hands slipping into the back pockets of my skinny jeans almost naturally like it was an instinct. "Garth?" I poked my head into the dark front office, the shop hours wouldn't start till 1, while it was only 12:30 now. 'Maybe the boss is napping,' I had thought to myself, flipping on the lights when he didn't reply. No one was in the room so I turned myself around and actually went into the garage, calling Garth's name again.

I bit my tongue after, hearing talking and laughter as I strolled into the shop. I walked over to my usual station and stopped in my path. Someone, some lady with short blonde hair curling around her shoulders, was on my stool and was leaning her elbow on my tool box. "Dean Winchester, is that really you?" I smiled at my boss, the weighted corners of my mouth barely lifting up.

"It's good to see you, boss." Garth pushed onto his feet and went for a hug but I darted out of the way. I couldn't handle being touched, every time someone brushed me it was an instant flashback. Garth made a face, the woman turning to look at me with a strange expression on her small face. 

"What're you doing here, Dean? It's been months." My boss set a hand on his frail hip, looking more feminine then usual in his pose. "Where have you been? You haven't answered my calls. My texts." He stopped to rub his creased forehead. "You left me in a spot of trouble, Dean. I had no choice. I had to hire this pretty young lady, Bess, here." I felt my stomach fall through my torso, slipping through free fall until it hit my feet in their boots, sending shockwaves through my body.

"What?"

"I have to lay you off, Dean. I'm sorry. I can't deal with anymore of your absences. It costs me too much, buddy. I feel awful but you've tied my hands. I'm in a corner." Garth tried to reason with me, his hands flying as he gestured out what he was saying.

"Sorry doesn't make it better." My nostrils flared. "SORRY DOESN'T MAKE ANYTHING BETTER, GARTH! SORRY DOESN'T HEAL ! SORRY DOESN'T SAVE PEOPLE! SORRY DOESN'T MEAN I'LL FIND ANOTHER JOB! SORRY DOESN'T FUCKING HELP! I DON'T WANT YOUR FUCKING PITY YOU PATHETIC DICK!"  I let my heart pour out into my words as they ripped from my throat. My anger at everyone and everything was bubbling over like a pot of water left to boil for too long on a stove. Not only was it overflowing  but it was burning everything in it's path. I stalked towards Garth as my trembling hands formed into fists of rage. I went blind with pure fury as I swung my tightened fingers into Garth's jaw. "FUCK YOU, GARTH! FUCK YOU!" I nailed him again and again. His arms were raised over his face as he cowered away from me. He didn't fight back, I wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because he didn't want to hurt me, or maybe because he knew even if fought back, nothing could beat me in my state of total and utter rage. I kept waling on him, ignoring his pained face, his weakening arms, and the blood coming from his nose and mouth and the woman, Bess', screams of panic, letting my anger lessen.

After a while, I was worn out and I lowered my fists, turning and walking out the door. "Dean!" It was Garth calling after me. I looked back, my face still stiff in it's frown. "There's always a place for you here, if you need anything. Bess and I, our doors are always open to you." He stared at me through one eye, the other already swelling and blackening. Blood was bubbling from his nose and from his mouth, the pain he was feeling obvious without seeing his choppy and slow movement when her took the hand Bess had offered him. I glared back, my eyes small and squinted, my mouth laced into a scowl. I took a few more short seconds, letting my mind race before turning and walking the rest of the way out. I heard him call my name one more time and Bess shush him as I slammed the front door behind me. 

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AN: Get pumped up guys, chapter three is almost done like damn, you're gonna get a ton of updates most likely 

Love, your favorite rotten egg beanboozled jelly bean, 

Laurel ❤