ANGST. PURE ANGST.

PROMPT: Imagine that you really like Dean, and it hurt you seeing him with a different girl every night, and Sam knows and tries to comfort you the best he can.

(Y/N) POV

Yet another night, yet another girl. Yet another stab to my already mauled heart. If only he knew what it does to me. But then I would be out if the bunker a d homeless, maybe this is for the best. Karma for something in a past life.

The door slammed and Dean's heavy footsteps descended the staircase, followed by the chink of stiletto heels on metal. Looking into the entrance I saw Dean standing with his arm wrapped around some girls waist. She was the stereotype of a slut, looking around with her heavily made-up eyes and an evaluating look on her face. What lie had Dean used to pick her up. She didn't look like one to fall for the "I'm actually a British Prince who's been here for a while but needs someone to show me around properly." But the way she looked around suggested this wasn't what she had expected when he said "come to my castle".

I knew all of Dean's lies off by heart. Reciting them when I'm in a particularly bad place mentally or in an angry mood. Why does he use them, when there's a girl/boy waiting at home who knows /him/ and still loves him? Bringing myself back to the present, I open my mouth to say something bitchy, but Sam beats me to it, as he walks past me.

"What do you think you're doing, Dean?" Sam shouts. "How many times do I have to tell you, get these girls out of here!" His voice got louder at the end. I cringe slightly at the volume, but grin internally at the look on the slut's face. And Dean's. He looked from me to Sam, before turning on his heel and leading the girl back out. Slamming the door behind him.

Sam turned to me. Care etched into his features.

"Are you ok?" Sam knew about my crush on his brother. He'd known for a while and he always tried to help as much as possible.

"Really? Ok?" A tear leaked out of the corner of my eye. "I'm sorry, it's just. It hurts the most when he brings them back here."

Sam nodded and quickly sweeped me into his arms, hugging me tightly and stroking my hair.

"He just doesn't know. Let's get Netflix up, and I'll get takeout." He gently kissed the top of my head, in an effort to calm me.

I nodded into Sam's chest, and let his strong arms guide me to the theatre room. I didn't know how long this would keep the pain at bay, but it was a distraction for now.