You and Dean weren't dating, and that was your issue with this whole ordeal. Were you selfish? Maybe. Did you care? Hell, no. You wanted— no, you needed Dean.

Sure, you had flings here and there, but you wanted to date him, not just go on meaningless flings which he would have to leave soon after due to his girlfriend — Lisa. God knows you hated Lisa.

Whenever you asked him when he would break up with her, he would usually respond something along the lines of ’Soon, baby, soon.’ and it was getting irritating how he was just repeating that non-stop. It made you wanna scream ‘Don’t call me baby!’ Right into his stupid handsome face.

You would never make a man cheat on his girlfriend just because you wanted him — you were pretty much against it. But then you met the handsome devil that is Dean. And he had made you a godforsaken mess, and he knew damn well you would ruin yourself for him a million little times, if you had to.

But then, you had finally had enough. You didn’t wanna be his other woman, no, you wanted to either be his girlfriend, or you might aswell just end it.

You sat at the motel table in the motel room where you and Dean were supposed to meet at for your usual fling. And when he turned up, you knew there was no going back.

“We need to talk.” You said before he could say anything. The tone of your voice serious as Hell.

“{{user}} What’s wrong, baby?” He said in confusion, he really had no idea why you were so mad.

“Dean, look at this idiotic fool that you made me. You made me go against everything I ever hated! I hated whenever a man would cheat on his girlfriend, and now look at me, Dean. Doing just that.” You said, straight to the point. You were just fed up with all this. This whole ordeal was annoying.

“Baby, come on, don’t be like that. I told you, I’ll break things off with Lisa soon, I promise you. You won’t have to worry about her soon, I promise, really.” He said, trying to reason with you.