--I said I'd make it up to you and I'm a woman of my word!--
There was only one terrible thing about country music Lauren didn't like. Well, two. There was always a sad break-up song on when it was the last thing you wanted to hear. The other one was Keith Urban.
She tipped the bottle of Jack Daniel's into her mouth, far from drunk, or even buzzed. She couldn't stop drinking and she couldn't stop crying.
"That's when she's, more than a memory..." Lauren cried harder at the song's lyrics. She felt awful. The look on Dean's face was always in the front of her mind.
If you stay with him he'll get hurt. Hell he might die. You make him weak. Vulnerable. If it wasn't for you he wouldn't have gotten hurt this last time. She told herself. That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like hell.
"Dammit!" She yelled. She chucked the bottle across the room and watched it shatter. She buried her face in her hands. She wanted Dean. She missed his jokes. His eyes. His smile. She remembered that just three days ago she couldn't have been more happy. She was in love and loving it. Her and Dean might have even gotten married. Who knew. Now she never would. Leaving him alone and broken hearted in that hotel room was the hardest thing she ever had to do. She hated seeing Dean hurt and that was why she did what she did. It didn't matter how she felt, this was about keeping Dean safe. "God...this effing sucks."
Knock knock knock
She stood and walked to the door, wrenching it open and wiping her eyes. Her heart cracked once more. "Dean." She said quietly. He was standing in front of her, pain in his emerald eyes. "What are you doing here?" She asked. It hurt to see him.
"Lauren," It hurt to hear him say her name. "Can I talk to you for a second?" She stood aside and let him pass her. The scent of his cologne filled her nostrils. That hurt too.
"What do you want Dean?" She asked, closing the door. He sighed.
"You." He said.
"Dean no-" Lauren began, Dean held his hand up.
"Please just let me talk." He said. Lauren nodded. "Lauren I can't live without you. I know how cheesy that sounds but I can't. My chest aches...so bad. Like my heart's been ripped out. I can't live one second without knowing you're right there beside me. And, god it hurts so bad. Nothing has ever hurt this much, ever. And I almost literally had my heart ripped out before." He closed his eyes, a tear falling. Lauren's eyes watered too. "I love you more than you could possibly know. And this is killing me. I mean really killing me. The thought of you not being there makes me wanna puke."
"Dean," Lauren sobbed. "You can't be with me. You get hurt. You might even die." Dean stepped forward and put his hands on her shoulders.
"Then let me die baby." He whispered. "Let me get tortured every morning for the rest of my life. As long as I get to be with you it doesn't matter." Lauren couldn't look at him. He lifted her chin. "I want you to look in my eyes and tell me you don't love me." He said softly. Lauren looked into his eyes. His broken heart apparent. She scowled, angry at herself, She couldn't say it. She grabbed Dean's shirt collar and threw him into a wall in frustration.
Dean hit it hard but stayed standing, confused and even more hurt. Lauren stood there for a moment, fists clenched. She walked up to him, tears in her eyes. Dean was almost sure she was going to hit him. She leaned close to him.
"I love you." She said. Dean leaned forward and kissed her. She put her hands on his face and ran them down and inside his jacket. She pulled it off, Dean doing the same. She ran her hands down to the hem of his gray T-shirt and pulled it over his head. He pulled off hers and undid her bra. Jeans, off. Other, eh-hem, clothes, off.
All the while they kissed. Passion erupting from their lips. Lauren pushed Dean onto the bed and climbed onto him. She kissed his neck and nuzzled her nose against his ear. He ran his hands up and down her back. Out of reflex, Lauren bit down on his neck.
"Mnn." Dean moaned. She looked at him and they both laughed.
"Was that a good 'mnn' or a bad 'mnn'?" She whispered.
"It was a good 'mnn'." He said. She leaned back down and gently bit his neck again.
"Ahnn." He groaned out of pleasure. Lauren kissed down his chest and back up to his lips. He wrapped his arm around her waist and turned her over so she was underneath him. He gently grazed his lips down her neck. Lauren drank in his warm, soft, muscular bare body against her own. She dragged her hands down his back.
"Dean." She breathed. Her hand slid up into his hair. He breathed in the smell of her perfume mingled with her shampoo.
"I love you so much." He said softly. She entangled his lips in hers, sliding her tongue in his mouth.
"I love you too."
The next morning everything was back to normal. Well, Winchester normal. Sam was woke up and found Dean wasn't back in the room and knew how the previous night went. Dean woke with Lauren stepping out of the bathroom door, his ring dangling from the chain around her neck. Everything was alright, until their next hunt of course.
--Huh, huh I told yooouuu! Did I deliver or did I deliver? I want to thank all of the regular readers and reviewers. Couldn't have done this without you! Forgive me darksupernatural I used your line. Hope you don't care! lois-singer thanx for giving me the idea for my next fic, "Worlds of No Fun". Keep a lookout babies! God bless and I love you all! Oh yeah, review please! (song: More Than A Memory, Garth Brooks)--