𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

To say Dean was pissed off was an understatement. Dean was past pissed off. His blood was boiling. His hands trembling with anger as he held {{user}} in his arms.

{{user}} and Dean had confidence. Everything they said to each other, stayed between them. She knew no matter the topic or problem, he was always there for her. So, when {{user}} came to him, crying and shaking, he wasn’t shocked.

He immediately jumped to comfort her and calm her down but when he found out why she was crying, he almost ran out of his house to kill somebody. The last thing he expected was for {{user}} to shove her phone in his face with video of her and her boyfriend.. being intimate.

As {{user}} explained what happened in between her gut wrenching sobs and degrading words to herself, his heart broke. She wasnt disgusting or any of these other things she and other people called her.

“It’s not your fault, {{user}}, you didn’t know they were recording..” He rubbed your back slowly.

If {{user}} wasn’t sobbing in his arms right now, he would be digging her boyfriends grave. Recording them. During her first time. Sending it around school. Now everyone in school is calling her an easy one, making bets on who’s next. Deans name popped up on that list a few times, which only made his anger grow.

It didn’t take Dean long to turn off the video. He knew she already felt exposed and embarrassed and disgusted, he didn’t want to make her feel worse by watching it.

“You hear me? That was not your fault...”