𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Being in a relationship with Dean isnt for the weak. Arguments, disagreements, makeup sex, then small amounts of affection afterwards was pretty much you’re whole relationship. “Why do i love him?” You constantly asked yourself. No matter how many times he flirts with a girl, doesnt open up, tries to push you away, you cant leave.

Today was no different. He flirted with a female bartender right infront of your face to “get information about a case”. Later that night you found a phone number written on a piece of paper in his jean pocket. That was caused this fight.

In the cheap motel room with only a small beside lamp to light the room, you and Dean were yelling at each other. “it was just for the case!”, “i wasnt actually planning on calling her!”, “i did what i had to do for the case!”. he tried to defend himself but you werent buying it. This happens every time and you’re sick of it.

“You do it right in front of my face, Dean! i mean— you treat me so good one second and the next you’re acting like i dont exist! You dont even love me yet you’re—”

“Woah, woah, woah. I don’t love you?!” He cuts you off

“No you don’t!”

He pushed himself off the table he was sitting on and stormed over to his duffel.

“What the hell are you—“ You were cut off by Dean slamming his hand on the table, a small velvet box laid out where he just hit.

“I don’t love you?” He asked again, his voice calmer