As you hear a knock on the door, you grunt into the covers, refusing to get up. You hear Charlie's footsteps as he walks to open the door.

"So I'm going out to a bar, does anyone of you want to join me?" You hear Dean's voice.

"Ahh, no thanks, I have some other stuff to do. And I think, that (y/n) will pass as well, she doesn't feel very well." Charlie says quietly, but you hear it anyway. It's not such a bad idea to go out. At least you could get super drunk and forget about the dick. You quickly walk to the door and pat the brohter's shoulder.

"Don't make my decisions instead of me." You warn Charlie.

"(y/n), I think that you should stay here." He frowns at you.

"Don't worry, dude, I'll look after her." Dean smiles at your brother, pulling you out of the room. Before your brother can say anything else, Dean closes the door.

"Hey! I don't have my jacket!" You exclaim, lightly shivering.

"If you go back now, he won't let you go out." He points to the door.

"Argh, you're right, let's go then." You rub your arms, trying to warm yourself up. It is pretty chilly and the wind blows, so you are quite cold. Dean shakes off his jacket and hands it to you.

"Here, you can borrow mine."

"But you will be cold!" You disagree, pushing the jacket towards him.

"No, I won't, I'm a tough guy." He chuckles and forces you to wear it. His jacket is really soft, although it's leather and it smells really nice. You inhale deeply, enjoying the scent, when Dean is not looking.

Dean and you sit on bar stools, and order some drinks. You need it tonight in order to forget some stuff.

"So tell me, (y/n), what's wrong with you today?" He asks you all curious.

"Ahh, it's nothing." You shrug.

"I don't believe you." He looks directly in your eyes.

"I just remembered someone from the past today and it kinda reminded me all the crap, you know?" You let out a sigh and drink more of vodka.

"You wanna elaborate?" He raises his eyebrow.

"Not really. I came here to forget about it, not to talk about it." You shake your head.

"As you wish." He takes a long swig of his own drink, which is probably whiskey.

After few more shots, you feel a lot better and a little tipsy. Dean is really nice and jokes with you the whole time.

"(y/n)?" You suddenly hear a voice, which you haven't heard for a long time. You turn around to face him.

"Christian?" You can't believe your eyes. He is right in front of you, lightly smirking.

"What do you want?" You ask him, trying to hold your tears. You can't cry in front of him, you can't show him how much he broke your heart.

"I just wanted to tell you, that you look really nice today." He smiles at you. You don't believe his words anymore though.

"Fuck off, Christian." You ignore him and want to turn back to Dean, but he grabs your shoulder and turns you back to him.

"Wow, you actually said no to a man? What's wrong, (y/n), you are not a slut anymore?" He grins at you. The words crash your heart even more. Before you can say anything, Dean stands up behind you.

"Dude, back off." He says with anger in his voice.

"This is not your problem, man." Christian raises his eyebrow at him.

"Well actually it's. She's my girlfriend and I don't like, when anyone says something like this about her." Dean says, standing in front of you to protect you. You freeze, not knowing what to say.

"Okay, sorry." Christian just shrugs and walks away. Once he's gone, Dean turns to you.

"Let's go." He helps to stand up and because you are a little tipsy, he holds you by your waist as a support. When you are outside, you look at him.

"Thanks Dean." You reward him with a smile.

"No problem. No one should talk to women like this." He nods. You walk for a while in silence by a route, which leads to the motel.

"Who was that, (y/n)?" He asks you after a while.

"Someone from the past." You answer. Dean doesn't say anything about it this time, but you want to tell him more.

"He broke my heart." You shrug.

"Ohh, I should have punched him." Dean tightens the grip around you. You giggle a little.

"Hey, what's so funny?" Dean stops walking, looking at you.

"Just this whole situation. My fake boyfriend wants to punch my ex-boyfriend, while my other fake boyfriend is waiting for me at motel." You giggle more, the alcohol talking from you.

"Yeah, it sounds kinda funny." Dean chuckles, letting go of you. You both start walking again, but because you are more drunk than Dean, you stumble. As you are falling, Dean tries to catch you, but because he's drunk as well, he just falls on top of you into the grass. You start laughing and Dean joins you. When you stop laughing, you realize how close he is. You look at his lips, wondering how they taste. But before you've got the chance to try it, Dean stands up and pulls you up with him. You fall on his chest, but this time, he holds you firmly.

"Okay, let's go." Dean suddenly sounds cold. He holds you around your waist again, but it feels different. Something has changed.

You walk quietly to the motel, where Dean helps you to get in the bed, because Charlie is already snoring. You are already asleep, when Dean kisses your forehead and leaves.

AN: Sooo? You like it or not? Thoughts?