"Dean, I'm so busy I need you to get off me so I can finish this." I have to finish this dissertation so I can attempt to graduate undergraduate a year early and start grad school next year.
"Come on, baby." He slips his hands under my shirt and I shoot daggers at him.
"Dean! I'm drowning in homework! I'm trying to graduate early so I can put my damn major to use!"
"Why would you graduate early?"
"Because I want to make good money, not money from bartending."
"You're making more money than me."
"I'll always make more money than you Dean, because in a few years, I'll be a practicing psychologist, while you're fucking around with monsters."
"I'm saving lives." He defends himself, and I just roll my eyes. "What's gotten into you?"
"The whole hunting thing. It's such a superiority complex." I wiggle away from Dean and sit at the end of my bed, dragging my textbook and notes with me.
"Dean! I don't have time to explain right now. Can I do my homework?!" I scream and he just nods and stands up.
"Do all the homework you want, Dal. We're over."
"You're breaking up with me because I want to do my homework?" I laugh. "Fine. See ya later!" I shout as he walks out. "Dick!" I say just as the door slams closed.
I don't cry. I promised not to cry over Dean a long time ago. He wouldn't answer my calls for days and then would show up outside my dorm at four am blackout drunk and battered after a hunt, and I would have to hold myself together just at the thought that he was still alive. I wouldn't hear from him for weeks because he was on hunts and didn't have the time to make a simple phone call, and I wouldn't cry, because I knew he was safe, but busy. I only see him once for an entire semester because his dad is forcing him, a twenty one year old man, around the country with him, not allowing him to do anything but hunt, sleep, and maybe have a beer, and I don't cry. I don't cry because I love him more than anything, and crying over him would make me ten times more weak than I already am.
It's not easy, deciding that you don't want to do what you've trained your entire life for. Telling my dad that I was thinking about going to college broke my damn heart. It was even harder telling him that I was going to go to my deceased mother's alma mater.
I learnt not to cry because no matter what I do, it's either my heart or someone I love's heart breaking.
ooh sad chapter u can tell i prewrote it bc i would never make a christmas update sad maybe i'll do a double post idk yet
well anyway, wishing everyone the merriest of christmases, happiest of hanukahs, and if you don't celebrate, a fantastic weekend!
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Dallas Winters was raised to be a hunter. When she was two, her mother died because of a yellow-eyed demon. Her father wanted revenge for her death, in any way that he could get it, which is how the Winters met the Winchesters. They had the same sto...