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The tension was thick when you and Dean walked into your shared motel room, Sam had his own room, not wanting to share with you and Dean, knowing the activities you usually got up to.
You had just gotten back from a relatively successful case. Successful because the vampire you had been hunting was dead, but it left you a little banged up, covered in bruises and a few cuts. And all because you decided to make a reckless decision, using yourself as bait. It had worked in the end, and you survived, but Dean was pissed.
"You could of died" He finally snapped.
"I got us out of there, didn't I?" You snapped back, not looking at him, you shrugged your coat off and threw it on the armchair.
"You almost got yourself killed!" His voice raised, and his jaw clenched, from behind you, he glared. His hands were clenched by his sides.
"That literally comes with the job Dean!" You yell, still not looking round, you weren't sure if you'd yell louder or cry if you met his gaze right now. You were in pain and wanted nothing more than to curl up into bed, but that wasn't looking likely.
"That doesn't mean you need to be reckless about it!" He argues.
"Says you, you're always reckless"
"It's different!" He says sharply. You whipped round, anger pulsing through you now, he was closer than you expected, towering over you. You shot daggers from your eyes, feeling your face redden.
"That better not be some bullshit, because I'm a girl thing!"
"That's not what I mean, and you know it" He stated, his tone dark "You put yourself in that scenario and you have gotten yourself-"
He let the words hang in his throat and looked away, his eyes closing for a moment. You were still sneering at him, you sighed and looked at the pain in his expression.
"Dean" You say quietly and a little softer "I knew I'd be okay"
"That doesn't matter!" He snapped, his tone a lot louder. "You almost weren't!"
You stepped back slightly, his yelling making you falter slightly. You hated when he yelled, it had always made you feel more stressed, and more angry. There was something about a men yelling at you, even Dean, that enraged you. Made you see red.
"You're too damn reckless sometimes" He mutters.
"And you're too damn overprotective sometimes" You mutter back, matching his tone. He scoffs and folds his arms over his chest.
"Well, excuse me for trying to keep you alive" He retorts dryly.
"I can keep myself alive" You mutter, copping his stance, folding your arms over your chest.
"Obviously not if you're going to keep putting yourself in ridiculously dangerous situations" He mutters, looking away from you.
"I don't know if you noticed, but I'm alive right now" You say a little louder than before. Dean finally turned back to look at you, his expression hardened.
"I did notice. I also noticed the fact that you could be dead right now, because of your stupid actions" He yells, his voice louder than your tone, it pissed you off. A lot. Enough to not think about what you say next.
"At least if I were dead, I wouldn't be standing here being yelled at like some friggin' kid!" You snap, regretting the words as soon as you say them. Dean froze, his eyes widened slightly.
He started at you for a moment, hurt clearly written across his face. He swallowed hard and looked away again, his jaw clenching.
"Fine" He grumbles "Maybe you should leave then. So you won't have to 'tolerate' me anymore"
"Dean" You say quietly, his words hurting you "I'm...I'm sorry"
"Save it" He replies in a monotone. It wasn't good when he shut down like this, especially when it was towards you. He stood there, staring at the wall, his hands balling into fists.
You nodded, knowing he needed some time to cool down.
"I'll be back later" You say quietly, grabbing your coat again. He didn't say anything. So you left the motel and walked across the carpark to the dinghy bar opposite the motel. It was lively, you grumbled slightly, not wanting to be around this many people, but you couldn't go back to the motel, so you ordered a drink for yourself.
Dean had stayed at the motel for a while after you left, staring at the same piece of wall, fighting the urge to go out looking for you.
Eventually, he decided to walk across to the bar, unknowing that's where you were. He walked inside and there you were, he spotted you sitting alone at the bar with a drink in your hand.
Your eyes caught him, and your heart ached for him. You wanted to stop arguing. So you decided to play yours and Dean's favourite game. You often went to bars, pretending not to know one another, and then start flirting. You stood up and walked over to him, hoping he'd play alone.
"Hi handsome, here alone?" You ask, smirking up at him.
He was surprised for a moment, not expecting you to come up to him. Especially after your fight earlier. He understood the game you were playing and smirked, raising an eyebrow at you.
"All by my lonesome" He answered, tilting his head as he took you in, clearly checking you out and taking in his fill of your form.
"What a shame, why don't you let me buy you a drink?" You ask him, placing your hand on his arm, squeezing his muscles lightly.
"Mm, that'd be lovely" He answered and put on his most charming smile, the one that made you melt every time. He ran his eyes over you again, and gestured to the booth closest to you, silently telling you to sit.
You ordered him a drink and another for yourself, he took the drink from you with a quiet 'Thanks' and took a swallow of it. He shuffled into the booth, sliding all the way to lean against the wall, you slide in after him, opting to sit next to him.
"Dean..."You say quietly "I'm sorry"
He was quiet for a moment, and you really thought he'd still be angry. His expression softened and he met your eye. You hoped he could see the sincerity in my apologetic look.
"I'm sorry too" He murmured "Things just got out of hand, but I shouldn't have said what I said in my anger. I should've never let things get to that point in the first place"
"No, I said some horrible things, I didn't mean it" You say sadly.
"I know you didn't" He replies, offering a small, reassuring smile. He reaches out, hesitating for a moment before placing his hand over yours, giving a gentle squeeze.
"I'm also sorry I did something stupid on the hunt"
"Are you ever not doing something stupid when you're hunting though?" He questions, with a smirk and a raised brow, though he tone was completely teasing.
"I could ask you the same thing" You say, matching his smirk.
"Hey, I only do stupid when necessary" He retorts, his voice lighter than before, his tone still teasing. He smirks and squeezes your hand again, whilst also taking a sip of his drink.
"Let's not argue anymore?" You say hopeful.
"Now that I can do" He agrees with you. His thumb absentmindedly caresses your knuckles gently.
"Though, I have heard that make up sex is really good" You say with a wink. He chuckles and raises an eyebrow, eyeing you up, obviously liking the idea.
"Oh yeah, you've heard that, have you?" He asks coyly.
"I have, it's facts, trust me" You say, moving a little closer to him.
"Mmhmm, I'd like to see the source on that" He says, he smirks and closed to gap between you, pressing his leg against yours, his arm moving to hold your waist.
"Luckily for you, I'm a hands on teacher"
A breathless chuckles escapes him at your words, his fingers on your waist gave a gentle squeeze.
"Is that so?" He asks, lowering his voice and leaning close so that his breath tickles your ear. You nod and then move slightly, wrapping your arms around his neck bringing him into a tight hug. You needed it, after the arguing. His hands slide around to your lower back, gently you closer. He buries his face against your shoulder, breathing in your unique scent and letting it wash over him.
"I hate fighting" You mumble into his jacket.
"I do too, and I hate that I let my anger get the better of me" He admits, his voice muffled against your shoulder. He nuzzles against the crook of your neck, his embrace tightening just a little.
"Me too"
"Then promise me one thing?" He murmurs, pulling away from you just slightly so that he could look you in the eye.
"Yes Dean?"
"Promise me you won't pull another stupid stunt like the one you pulled on the hunt today?" He asks, looking into your eyes, a serious expression in his eyes.
"I promise Dean" You whisper, hugging him tightly again. He held a tight grip on you in return, almost crushing you to him. He lets out a deep sigh against your throat as he buries his face against it. Kissing it softly, gently as a sigh of his appreciation.
You held onto him, probably looking strange, hugging in the middle of a bar but right now, you didn't care, you had stopped arguing and that was all that mattered. He places a soft kiss to your skin again, and you forgot all about the arguing, just happy you still had him and you were happy with each other once more.