Hastily tying your jacket around your waist, you tried to wipe the smudged mascara from your face. It was no use, it was caked down your cheeks, a glaring reminder of the humiliation you had just gone through.

"Y/N, wait!" Dean called out from behind you.

Sniffling back more tears, you shook your head. There was no way you could face him now, not after what he had done. "Dean, I can't. Please leave me alone."

You could hear him calling after you, but you refused to listen anymore. Ignoring the sleek black car parked beside you, you began walking down the sidewalk, as fast as you could in the tight dress.

Barging into the motel room, you ignored the curious look on Sam's face as you began throwing all of your items into your suitcase. "Y/N, what's going on?" He asked, reaching over and placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Your brother, that's what," you muttered, trying not to cry once again.

"Let's slow down, and you can tell me about it," he tried to say, but you whipped around, shaking your head furiously.

"Sam, I can't. I know Dean can be stubborn and unaware, but tonight was a new low. I can't go through with that again!"

Picking up your suitcase, you headed towards the door, your heart shattering even more. "Sam, I don't want to do this. I love you and your brother. But tonight hurt. I know I'm not the prettiest girl or the thinnest. I'm used to always getting overlooked, or low comments that I'm not supposed to hear. My self-confidence has always been low, but tonight Dean made sure that it's in the negatives now. So goodbye Sam. I'll miss you."

Slamming the door shut, you tried not to fall to your knees. This was the hardest thing you ever had to do, but you had no choice. Dean had humiliated you, and you couldn't stay with someone who treated you like that.

Dean's POV.

Rushing towards the Impala, I slid behind the seat before realizing that Sam still had the keys. He was no doubt back at the hotel by now, as was Y/N.

With walking my only option, I stuffed my hands in my pockets, walking down the sidewalk, groaning when it started to rain. "Really?" I muttered, turning up the collar of my leather jacket. Today was going from bad to worse, and I wasn't even sure how it had happened.

It had all started simply enough. A trip to the bar, and a little fun with my girl Y/N. I had goaded her into dressing up for the night, wearing this black dress she always carried around with her. I had been waiting for her to wear it, but she had always come up with an excuse. But tonight, I had finally talked her into it, and man, was I glad. She looked amazing, the dress highlighting all of her curves.

We had gone to the local bar, planning on drinking and getting a little information from the bartender. Y/N had gone and gotten us a table, while I made my way up to the bar, seeing a young male as the tender. He had already glanced over towards Y/N, and I thought it might be my way in.

"What can I get you?" He asked, and I quickly ordered two glasses of wine. "Drinking alone?" He asked, and I shook my head.

"Here with my friend," I answered, taking the whiskeys as I nodded towards Y/N.

"You came with her?" He seemed surprised.

"Yeah, she's my friend," I said again.

"Just a friend?" He asked, leaning forward. "Because I've always wondered...,"

"Wondered what?" I questioned when he didn't continue.

"I've always heard that chubby girls are better in bed. Because they don't get much, and they're grateful for the attention," he whispered, licking his lips as he eyed Y/N.

A part of me wanted to slam the bartenders head on the table, break his nose for talking about Y/N that way. Sure, she had a little more curves to her than some other women, but I thought it made her look even sexier. I've caught myself multiple times having to pull my gaze away from her ample breasts, or hips that made wearing a pair of jeans illegal. But I knew we needed the bartender, and the information he provided, so I had to play nice. For now.

"I know the men she's been with haven't complained," I answered back, even though I was grinding my teeth. "Y/N's definitely in need of some company. Then it would give me time to check out someone a little bit more...my style."

"Can you introduce me?" He asked, tossing the towel onto the counter.

Taking the drinks over, I could see Y/N watching us closely, and I hated what I was doing. "Y/N, this is...," I muttered, realizing that I had never gotten his name.

"Charlie!" He exclaimed, sliding in beside her as if he was already a part of our group.

Sitting down across from them, I took a sip of my drink before deciding to give them some privacy. Hopefully, by then she would have gathered information.

Making my way to the bar, I watched as they talked, frowning at the way his eyes kept drifting to her cleavage.

When he came back to the bar, I saw Y/N nodding my way. "What the hell did you tell him?"

"Why?"

"Because he kept looking down my dress, and talking about showing me a good time. Saying that you said it was okay."

"Listen Y/N, we need him right now. So just play the part, and it will all work out."

"Dean, why would a guy like that be interested in me?" She asked. "No one like that is ever interested in me!"

"Listen, he wanted to know what it was like to be with a woman like you," I said.

"A woman like me?"

"A woman with some curves."

"Dean, I hate you for this," she muttered, as Charlie came back.

I left again, heading for the pool table, my attention on the game and not on Y/N and what was going on. It was almost half an hour later when I looked up to see Y/N standing up, dumping her beer over Charlie's head, her face pale.

Storming out of the bar, I had to hustle to catch up with her in the parking lot. "Y/N!"

So here I was, walking back to the hotel in the rain, ready to get yelled at by Y/N when I stepped inside.

But when I opened the door, there was only Sam standing there, a frown on his face. "Dean, what the hell did you do?"

"What? Why? Where's Y/N?" I asked, my heart plummeting when I noticed her suitcase was gone.

"Dean, she's gone. Came in crying, saying that you had utterly humiliated her. What the hell happened?"

"I used her as bait," I whispered, sinking down onto the bed. "The bartender was who we needed to talk to. He wanted to know what it was like to go at it with a girl like Y/N."

"You mean a plus size girl? Dean, you know how she feels about herself!"

"What do you mean? Sure, she's got some curves, but she's not fat. She never acts like she's troubled by her image," I argued, even though as I said the words I knew they were wrong. Because there had been many times I had seen Y/N totally ignoring the mirror, refusing to glance at herself. How she always seemed to curl into herself when we were at bars. How she had to go clothes shopping on her own.

"Dean, she has major self-confidence and self-image issues, and I don't know what you did, and what that guy said, but she was miserable. And it's all your fault."

"But we needed the bartender!" I argued.

"I know, but you didn't have to use her like that!" Sam yelled, exactly what I kept telling myself.

"I know. And I'll regret it the rest of my life. But Sam, what do I do now?"

"Go get her back! She was heading west," he said.

Stepping outside, it was easy to see the rain had started coming down harder. Ignoring it, I raced down the sidewalk, keeping my eyes out for her. I was almost to the bus station when I saw her in front of me, pulling her suitcase behind her.

"Y/N!" I exclaimed, watching as her shoulders slumped even more. Running as fast as I could, I met up with her, turning her to face me.

"Dean, go away," she mumbled. Her hair was soaked, mascara lines down her cheeks. She looked beaten down like she had given up. All because I had been so stupid.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have thrown you at that guy no matter how much we needed information."

"Do you know what he said to me?" She asked, and I shook my head as tears started to well up in her eyes once again. "Dean, he couldn't stop talking about my weight. Asking if I had ever suffocated anyone with my thighs. Asking if his friends could try me next, that I wouldn't mind because with my size it wasn't like I had many options. He talked about you. How you said you could never be with a girl like me."

"Y/N...," I started, not knowing what to say. What could I say that would make things right? I had put her through hell, just because of a stupid job.

"Dean, it hurt. And seeing you over there, having fun and ignoring me? Leaving me to deal with a pig like him. You humiliated me, and you let him degrade me."

"I know I'll never be able to ask your forgiveness. But where are you going Y/N? The bunkers your home!"

"Yeah, while I guess I'll have to find a new home. Goodbye Dean," she said, turning and walking into the bus station, leaving me standing there in the rain, watching as the one woman I loved walked away from me.