Sorry guys. Been having a rough time between college homework and a very dramatic pregnancy scare. I took a test though. Came out negative. I suppose it's for the best. I'm not ready to raise a kid by myself. So the moral of that kiddies, unprotected sex is a no no. I apologize that writing has been the last thing on my mind and I regret to say I didn't pour all the potential I could've into this chapter, though and it is ridiculously short. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless….P.s. those who have been reading my story, you guys are lovely. If I could, I'd hug you all. Just imagine my arms around you. On with the story. Review! Review I say! Please :O

"Excuse me?"

Dean grabbed his pants off the floor and tugged them up angrily, refusing to look at her.

"You heard me."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she snapped.

"I don't like whores."

"Whore? You want to start name calling again? Do you ever think of anyone besides yourself? Has it ever occurred to you that I've got my own problems, you insensitive jerk? You know that night I showed up drunk? Do you even know why? Did you even ask? You or Sam?"

"Oh, quit with the poor me act."

"Yeah, yeah. Forget it." She grabbed her skirt and headed for the bedroom.

"Don't walk away when I'm talking to you, bitch."

"I'm done talking to you."

"Yeah? Gonna go screw Sammy now?"

"Fuck you."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

They continued all the way to the room.

"No, I don't wanna keep pretending to get off on your tiny dick."

He pushed past her, disappearing into the bathroom and slamming the door behind him. She could hear him rattling things around. Something shattered. "FUCK!" She bit her lip and turned towards the door. "You'd better not be making a fucking mess!" No answer.

She didn't care, she didn't care, she didn't care… Fuck, she cared, alright? She fucking cared about his stupid ass.

Gently she knocked on the door. "Did you cut yourself?" "GO AWAY! I CAN FUCKING HANDLE THIS!"

She retreated to her bed, pulling on some jeans and a hoodie and tossing things into her suitcase, trying to keep the tears from falling.

"Chloe…he doesn't mean to be like that…"

She forced a smile for Sam. "I know. But I'm not helping. It's probably time for me to get going anyway."

"What? At least stay the night…"

"No, I need to get a good start."

"Where will you go? Back with your Aunt? Is she still up in Michigan? You can use the phone if you need to call her, just in case she's out on a hunt or…Chloe?"

Her shoulders shook violently as she continued to shove her things into the suitcase. "She's dead."

"…Dead?"

She nodded and wiped her hand across her face, struggling to compose herself. "Yeah, that's why I came to find you guys. She was all the family I had left and now…" She smiled weakly. "It was nice seeing you boys again. Keep in touch, kay?" She moved for the door.

At that time, Dean decided to emerge from the bathroom, clutching a cut hand to his chest. His eyes fell on her packed bag and hand on the door.

An awkward silence ensued.

"Where do you think you're going?" he growled.

She sighed. "Sam, toss me the first aid kit, will you?" Sam fished it out of a drawer and underhanded it to her. She dug out the antiseptic wipes and bandages. "Take a seat." Dean stubbornly ignored her. "I said take a seat." "Leave me alone." She grabbed him by his injured hand, ignoring his grunt of pain and led him to the bed.

She winced at the string of curses that left his mouth as she cleaned him up and wrapped the hand tightly, giving it a hard pat for good measure. "You're such a baby," she muttered tenderly, looking at her feet. She hated when they fought, and how he made her feel so useless and stupid. There was silence in the room which Sam broke by awkwardly shuffling out.

When the door closed, Dean let out a weary sigh. "Jesus Christ, Chloe, all the feeling in my hand is leaving because you wrapped this so damn tight."

"I don't want to fight with you," she said gently, her voice threatening to crack. "I'm so tired of all your bullshit"

His walls went up, and he stood over her, practically steaming, "MY BULLSHIT? IT WASN"T JUST MY BULLSHIT. YOU'RE AS MUCH OF THE PROBLEM AS ME! MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T BEING A BITCH ALL THE—"

With a frustrated sigh, she brought his face down to hers. "Shut up and kiss me."