Note: The time has finally come and I'm back, guys! I missed Parker and the boys so much tbh so yeah, now on to the story!! I hope it's been worth the wait ^_^

"Don't you dare say that! Don't even try to make excuses!" I shouted at him, walking fast through the living room with him on hot on my heels.

"It's not an excuse, Parker! It's the truth!" Dean yelled back at me loudly.

I barked out a humorless laugh, letting his lies sink into my brain before shaking my head.

"No, no, that's not it. Not at all. It's your truth, Dean! But that doesn't make it true," I bit back, venom lacing my words as I spun to face him, "If you were so infatuated with Lisa - enough to stay friends with her after everything - then why didn't you pick her? Hm? Answer me that!"

"Because I love you, Park! You, not her!" he shouted back, slamming a hand down on Bobby's mahogany desk with a resounding thud, hard enough to make me flinch.

But I covered it up quickly, glaring daggers at my boyfriend with a passion as I crossed my arms over my burgundy House Lannister t-shirt, "Maybe you should have made that more apparent then before you started spending so much time with her!"

Dean growled then, his eyes hardening as he hurled another insult at me. From in the kitchen, Sam sighed, the loud shouting ringing throughout the house for all to hear. He shifted against the kitchen counter, Bobby listening as well from beside him.

"Are ya sure one of us shouldn't step in?" Bobby asked Sam, watching Dean and Parker through the doorway of the kitchen warily.

Sam just shook his head at the older hunter.

"Nah, they're good. Until she starts throwing the china, that's when you should probably find a hiding place," Sam shrugged before grinning slightly, gesturing with his glass of gin before taking a swig.

Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass could be heard from inside the living room. Sam and Bobby shared a worried look before Sam, glass of alcohol still in hand, slipped out the back door. Needless to say, after grabbing the bottle of gin off the kitchen counter, he was soon joined by Bobby.

"Just saying you 'love' me isn't good enough, Dean," I shot back, my words not quite as loud now as my anger faded.

"Then what, huh? What can I do to convince you that it's real?" he asked, the steam of his own argument dwindling as well as he walked over to stand in front of me, his frame towering over mine.

He stood so close, I could feel his warm breath on my face. I gazed up into those candy-apple green eyes and felt my resolve crumble, if only in the slightest.

"I don't know, D...I don't know," I said quietly, frowning sadly once before exiting the living room to race up the stairs to the bedroom.

Dean sucked his lower lip in between his teeth, arching his eyebrows briefly as he made a face. It was going to take a lot more convincing...on both sides.