🖤┊ ❝ @assaultedhearts ❞┊ [ continued from HERE ] 🖤
ALONE. THAT SIMPLE, THAT FAMILIAR WAS WHAT THE OHIO NATIVE WAS EXPECTING. it would not have been the first time in his life that he didn’t have to depend solely on himself for advice or comfort. it was a rarity nowadays now that he was lonesome yet again. he’s destroyed the one piece of stable connection he had for good with ongoing addictive mistakes. dean thought he was passed the yearning for insanity, but clearly not as the mundane burn of alcohol flows through his blood stream.
‘ i’m sorry to do this to you....to put THIS all on you, ’ he comments, leaning into the rustling of her tender touch along the shape of his buzzcut. his head is leaning down but he lifts his gaze to witness the concern on her features. ‘ i know this is hard for you too. ’ slurred words are referencing his soon to be official ex wife.
Thank god he called her when he did - even if Nattie wasn’t the designated recipient of the very concerning phone call she was somewhat relieved that he had the wherewithal to reach out to anyone. Everybody had their demons, vices, whatever you want to call it and neither of them were an exception. A brow was raised, a second of bewilderment at hearing his apology that she briefly retracted her hand away from his hair as their eyes. “What... what are you sorry for? Look, I know we haven’t really had a serious conversation like... ever. But you have nothing to apologize for, alright? With all that you just told me the least I could do is be here for you, which I am.” She nearly emphasized every word said because she meant it - there was no way Dean was going to go through this alone. Again.
A sigh exited her throat because she understood what he meant by saying how hard that was on her: a best friend, no Renee was like her third nonbiological sister, one she bonded with instantly, one Nattie would drop anything for if the other Canadian asked. Now here she was, consoling her future ex-husband. She wondered if Renee knew the hidden extent of his behavior the way Nattie just found out for herself. “I’m more worried about you right now,” she simply answered. Guess she’d cross that forbidden bridge once she got there. “Hey, are you hungry or thirsty?” the blonde offered. “I’m not leaving until I know 100% that you’re okay.” And that was a damn promise. The formidable perseverance of any Hart relative, he’d have to physically get rid of her, or die trying. She was already willing to stay for the night - if that’s what he desired.
