My Brother's Best Friend

15|| Dominating

"Ow! What happened?" I wince at his tight hold on me as he drags me further through the house, feeling anger radiate off of him.

He doesn't answer but instead pulls me outside and gets in the driver's seat, making me get in the passenger seat.

"Are you sure you can drive? You aren't drunk?" I ask, concerned that we may be getting ourselves into a dangerous situation.

"I only had one beer. I'm fine." He says. I believe him because one beer wouldn't do anything to me, and he's a giant so it's probably like drinking a glass of water.

I stay silent for a while as Dean drives in a direction I can only assume is my ranch. Getting fed up with his childlike behavior of pulling me out of the party, and then not communicating to me what's wrong, I bite the bullet ask him.

"Dean, what happened?" I ask softly, waiting for him to explode on me.

"Baby, I don't want to talk about it right now." He says sternly, furrowing his brows at the brights from the oncoming vehicle, making him look adorable.

"I know, but we need to communicate."

"It was just a stupid guy at the party." He finally responds.

"What did he do?"

"Baby," he says in a dangerously low tone, warning me to not keep asking him questions.

"Not now."

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was me getting fed up with his immaturity, but I decided to be a brat. I'm a hypocrite, I know.

"I have to go to the restroom." I lie, forming a plan through my slightly intoxicated mind.

"Can you wait?"

"No. Find a semi-nice gas station please." I request.

He doesn't say anything, but we keep driving in the middle of nowhere, until we finally reach a small town. He pulls into the gas station, lining himself up with a gas pump.

"Wait and let me go in with you." He says as he gets out of the car walking around to the gas pump.

Knowing he would ruin my plan, I get out of the car and walk towards the front doors. "Athena!" I hear him say sounding annoyed.

I ignore him and walk to the drink section, scanning the alcoholic beverages. I got one hard lemonade and one hard iced tea, knowing that would make me hammered. This was basically my plan. Drink and then act like a brat. I was already tipsy so I thought that would be a good idea.

I go to the cash register where a gross man looks at me like a dessert, and asks for my ID.

I flash him my fake ID, and unsurprisingly it works. I walk out, headed back to my car, and to an even more angry Dean.

"What did you get?" He says monotoned not giving away his emotions.

"Drinks!" I say smiling, completely happy that I'm making him mad. I don't know why I like making him mad, it's just funny to me.

"You can't drink that in the car while I'm driving. If we get pulled over, I could go to jail." I roll my eyes knowing he doesn't care about that, he just doesn't want me to have my way.

I don't say anything, but instead get out of the car and grab my keys from my car. I puncture the cans with my keys and shotgun them right in front of Dean. I discard the cans and get back in the car.

"Keeping it classy." He says not looking at me. We leave the gas station and head to my ranch house.

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