Leftoverture 4- A Stormy Sea of Moving Emotion

Author’s Note: Don’t get me wrong, I loved the finale, but I was thinking about how much I miss Dean and I couldn’t stop thinking about ways I could have him back so…I’m going canon divergent while being as close to canon as possible. ‘Cause that’s how Cassie do. Leftoverture crosses over with Crash Into Me !

Summary: Dean finds out why Chuck is in Florida with his widow.

Pairing: Dean x OFC (Crash)

Word count: 2132

Story Warnings: angst, Post-barn scene sads, mentions of major character deaths (Dean and AU!Sam), mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts, memory fuckery, Chuck being an asshole, lots of pain and horribleness

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“Wait, what?!” Cassie squeaked as Dean rushed up the rest of the stairs. “What do you mean ‘Chuck’?”

Dean grabbed Chuck’s collar and pushed him harshly into the wall beside the bedroom that used to be Cassie’s. “This is Chuck, not Erik.”

“D-Dean, don’t--you said you weren’t going to kill me. You said you weren’t a killer, remember?” Chuck whimpered pathetically.

“That was the other me,” Dean growled in response. “This new me might be a killer, especially considering you’ve been cozying up to my wife and daughter!”

“You were dead!” the former deity exclaimed. “She needed someone, Dean! An-and so did I! I lost everything when you and Sam-”

“Shut your fuckin’ face! We let you live and this is how you thank us?!”

“You didn’t let me live out of the goodness of your heart, Dean. I know how much good is in your heart. I put it there.”

Leftoverture 3- Carry On

Author’s Note: Don’t get me wrong, I loved the finale, but I was thinking about how much I miss Dean and I couldn’t stop thinking about ways I could have him back so…I’m going canon divergent while being as close to canon as possible. ‘Cause that’s how Cassie do. This is where Leftoverture officially crosses over with Crash Into Me!

Summary: Sam tries to convince Dean to talk to his widow, but it takes a visit from an old friend to get him to do the right thing.

Pairing: Dean x OFC

Word count: 3755

Story Warnings: angst, Post-barn scene sads, mentions of major character deaths (Dean and AU!Sam), mentions of depression, memory fuckery,

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“Hey, get off the phone. Who are you texting?” Dean asked, looking over at Sam’s thumbs tapping out a message.

“I’m...just letting some people know that you’re back, okay? What?” Sam defended, pulling his phone out of Dean’s reach as his brother tried to grab it.

“She better not be part of that group text, Sam. I will kick your lanky ass.”

“Dean, come on.”

“She has mourned me! She’s probably just starting to get okay and you want me to break that? Not to mention the kid. How are we supposed to explain to her that I’m just suddenly not dead anymore?” Dean pulled over onto the shoulder and glared at Sam until he rolled his eyes and sighed, hitting the X to take his sister-in-law’s number away from the list that included Bobby 2.0, Jody, Donna, Charlie 2.0, and Garth. “Thank you.”

“It’s only been a month. You think she’s starting to get over you already?” Sam finished tapping out his text as Dean pulled back onto the interstate.

“I think I’m a threat to her life as long as I’m in her life, man. I mean, that’s why it took us so long to get together in the first place, because I knew that me being a hunter was gonna put her in the ground and it was just lucky for all of us that it put me in the ground before her.”

“Don’t say th-”

“It’s better for her to think I’m still dead!” Dean exploded. “If she knows I’m alive, she’ll come back to the bunker and she’s gonna end up dead and that’ll be on me! Okay, it’s better if she thinks I’m dead and we keep it that way!”

Leftoverture 2- Beyond This Illusion

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Author’s Note: Don’t get me wrong, I loved the finale, but I was thinking about how much I miss Dean and I couldn’t stop thinking about ways I could have him back so…I’m going canon divergent while being as close to canon as possible. ‘Cause that’s how Cassie do. This will eventually crossover with my Crash Into Me series.

Summary: Dean is back, but he's also still gone. What's that mean for the Winchesters?

Pairing: None (Mentions of Dean and someone who is yet unnamed)

Word count: 1379

Story Warnings: angst, Post-barn scene sads, mentions of major character deaths (Dean and AU!Sam), mentions of depression, memory fuckery,

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Sam was quick to pull Dean into a hug, tears cascading down his cheek as Dean wrapped his arms around his brother’s shoulders. Sam tucked his face into Dean’s neck and tried to stop himself crying, but he couldn’t. It was too overwhelming. Dean was back. His brother was back.

"Sammy," Dean whispered into Sam's hair. "What happened to lettin' me go, man?"

"You're the one that wouldn't let go," Sam accused, pulling back with a sniffle. He wiped at his cheeks as Dean looked around Sam to the Queen of Hell. "I just called her to fix your fuck-up."

Dean’s eyebrows came together as Sam took a step back. “What fuck-up?”

Sam let out a barking laugh and ran his hand through his hair. “You’re dead, Dean. You died and you’re still in Heaven and the only reason you’re here is because that other you couldn’t let go of that other me.”

“The other--from the other world?”

Sam nodded. “He lost his Sam...to a werewolf. He couldn’t…”

“Live without you.” Dean licked his lips and nodded. “Right. I...I get that. So, he came here to see you because you reminded him of Man-bun?”

“Yeah.” Sam took a shuddering breath as he leaned back against the closest table. “But when he got here, he realized...I’m too different from his brother and he...he decided he couldn’t live without…”

“So...he...what?”

“He erased his memories, Dean,” Rowena filled in, walking around to look between the brothers. “Sorry, boys, I know it’s a whole moment right now, but yer dancin’ ‘round each other an’ I do have a Hell to get back to. Yer counterpart erased his memories, Samuel called me in to fix it with witchcraft. He wanted me to put the wealthy Dean’s memories back, but I refused to do that. I made no promise to let yew stay dead.”

Abnormal Psych 2- Avoidance is Key

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Author’s Note: This is a sequel to Psych 101.

Summary: Nothing is normal with John Winchester in the house. He’s charming, but rude, the most toxic of influences on both of his sons... and now he’s got his sights on Y/n.

Pairings: Sam x Dean, Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, Sam x Dean x Reader,

Word count: 4721

Story Warnings: mentions of WINCEST, incest, Dom/sub dynamics , Dom!Sam, Switch!Dean, sub!Reader, John is a dick, some mentions of john being horrible to them when they were kids

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“Oh! John! It’s nice to meet you,” you said, forcing a smile despite the fact that you were incredibly perturbed by the sudden appearance of your soon-to-be father-in-law. “I-I didn’t know you were coming! I would have hired a maid to clean the place up or something.”

“What, you don’t clean?” John asked, smiling.

“She doesn’t really have a lot of time for cleaning, Dad,” Sam snapped. “None of us really do.”

“Calm down, Sammy, it was just a joke,” John dismissed as you pulled your hand away.

“It’s ‘Sam’,” Sam responded before moving to stand on Dean’s opposite side. “He didn’t tell anyone he was coming, so you wouldn’t have been able to do anything to prepare anyway, Y/n. None of us would have.”

“You boys really forgot how to take a surprise, huh?” John said with a laugh. “Dean called me up when you left California, told me about the new house and the special woman making him an honest man and as soon as I got done in Nashville, I wanted to come see the life you three are making for yourselves.” His hazel eyes focused on you and he crossed his arms over his chest. “I was tellin’ Dean a few minutes ago that it’s gonna get awkward in a while when you two get married and start a family and his kid brother’s still hanging onto the apron strings, ya know?”

Dean’s hand squeezed yours tighter and you squeezed back to reassure him. “We already are a family. The three of us are a family, John. Sam’s already my brother and when Dean and I get married, we’re not going to change a thing.”

I Know You 4- Welcome Home

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Author’s Note: AU where Dean was never cured of being a demon and Crowley took over the world with the help of Vampires, Werewolves, and Shifters. Dean’s spent five years not giving a damn about the state of the world and no one has seen Sam in years.

Summary: Dean and Y/n head to the Bunker to get Sam on board with the plan to fix things.

Pairing:  Dean x Reader

Word count: 2324

Story Warnings: bit of post-apocalyptic angst, mentions of character deaths, mentions of dubcon sex,

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I park Y/n's Mercury outside the Bunker and look out the windshield at the big iron door. "Gonna need you to knock, sweetheart. Me and iron don't get along anymore."

She nods. "Of course." She gets out of the car and crosses to the door as I get out and cross my arms over my chest as she pounds her fist into the metal. "Sam! It's...It’s Y/n! Open the door!" It takes a few minutes but the door eventually opens a smidge. I can see the muzzle of Sam’s gun poke through and point at Y/n, but she doesn’t flinch about it. She says something real quiet. I think I hear “Don’t say anything” but I’m not sure.

The door opens the rest of the way and Sam steps into the doorway, squinting a little at the sunlight. His hair is way long, past shoulder length. He’s lookin’ like Fabio with a thick beard. Dude looks like shit. “Dean?” His voice is all croaky. Wonder when the last time he talked to anybody was?

“Hey, Sammy. You look like shit, man.”

“How did he-” he starts and I shrug as I step closer.

"I'm still a demon. But...I'm here." He'd eat it up if I said 'I wanna care' but...I just don't wanna give him the satisfaction, even if it looks like he needs a little satisfaction in his life.

"Can we take this inside? I'm feeling a little exposed," Y/n says and Sam tears his eyes away from me long enough to nod at her and step back inside.

"You grab a pair of scissors and I can take care of that mop on your head before we get started, baby brother," I volunteer as I follow him into the Bunker. Y/n closes the door behind us as we start down the staircase.

"I think we need some coffee," Y/n says from the landing. "Sam, will you show me to the kitchen so I can make us some?"

"You know wh-" Sam clears his throat and nods. "-at, that's a good idea. Dean…don't touch anything."

This is my Bunker too, asshole.

Leftoverture 1- Noise and Confusion

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Author’s Note: Don’t get me wrong, I loved the finale, but I was thinking about how much I miss Dean and I couldn’t stop thinking about ways I could have him back so…I’m going canon divergent while being as close to canon as possible. ‘Cause that’s how Cassie do.  This will eventually crossover with my Crash Into Me series.

Summary: Au!Dean absolutely can't deal with his Sam's death. Winchester Stupid is not exclusive to the original Winchesters.

Pairing: None

Word count: 2185

Story Warnings: angst, Post-barn scene sads, mentions of major character deaths (Dean and AU!Sam), mentions of depression, memory fuckery, a nice surprise at the end.

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The sound of Dean humming in the library hit Sam like a ton of bricks. His Dean always hummed Metallica or Skynyrd or Journey if he thought Sam wasn't paying attention. Sam had never heard Dean humming Michael Bublé, but there it was. Dean humming "Haven’t Met You Yet", the end of a pen in his teeth as he stared at a page in a book. It was another jarring example of how that Dean was not his Dean.

Sam was on his second glass of whiskey when the excited gasp filled the air. He turned to look at the library as Dean stood and picked up the book. He could see the man school his facial expression before clearing his throat and crossing into the War Room. "I found something. I'd normally-"

"You can't bring him back. Bringing people back always ends in misery," Sam muttered as he took another drink of whiskey.

"I know that. I-I know that I can't bring my brother back, but...what if you can have yours?"

Sam's heart clenched at the idea, but he shook his head. "No. No, Dean didn't want me to try to bring him back. He didn't want-"

"Just listen!" Dean snapped, setting the book down. "You won't be pulling him out of Heaven, Sam. He'd stay right where he is."

"I can't-"

Dean flipped the book open and pointed to a handwritten page in Magnus' neat script. Sam's whiskey-heavy eyes couldn't focus on the words for a few moments. "Sammy always did the spellwork if we needed it done. I'm not very good at it, honestly. I'm not good at much...much more than supporting him. So without him...I just can't."

"Memory manip-" Sam started to read and Dean nodded.

"Yes! See, I can't bring my baby brother back to life, and you can't bring your big brother back. I can't live without Sam, though. I'm…I've been so close to ending it since he died and...I don't want to feel like this anymore. So…"

"You want me to take your memories away?" Sam asked.

"No, not just that. No. I want you to replace them." Sam shook his head in confusion. "Replace my memories with his. Twist my mind to make my memories his. His soul stays where it belongs and I become him."

Leftoverture- Prologue

Author’s Note: Don’t get me wrong, I loved the finale, but I was thinking about how much I miss Dean and I couldn’t stop thinking about ways I could have him back so…I’m going canon divergent while being as close to canon as possible. ‘Cause that’s how Cassie do. Will eventually crossover with my Crash Into Me series.

Summary: Sam is carrying on as best he can, when the Dean from the other universe shows up at the Bunker in complete distress. Can Dean carry on without his brother like Sam is trying to? Can they help each other?

Pairing: None, thus far.

Word count: 1196

Story Warnings: angst, Post-barn scene sads, mentions of major character deaths (Dean and AU!Sam), mentions of depression,

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Sam woke to Miracle jumping on his bed. He groaned and reached out to pat the dog’s head. “Yeah. I’m up. Gimme a minute, buddy.” Waking up was always hard for him now. It used to be so easy for him, but since Dean died...pushing himself out of his bed was harder every day.

If it weren’t for that dog, he wouldn’t get out of bed at all.

Miracle whined and pushed his head against Sam’s thigh. “Yeah. I’m...yeah.”

He was going through the motions. Without Dean, everything was dulled. Except the pain. The pain was all-encompassing. The pain was everything.

He forced himself out of bed. He had to every day. He fed the dog. Fed himself. Moved along with his day. He waited on the laundry. He walked Miracle...couldn’t bring himself to go for a run.

He kept waiting for things to get better. Dean said Sam could handle it, that he could do it alone, but Sam felt a little more like that was a lie every single day. Weeks passed. He only felt worse.

He sat at the table in the library, head hung over a book of Greek lore, when the large front door opened. Sam stood, on instant alert, grabbing the pistol from the holster under the table and standing, moving to hide to the side of the archway as footsteps were heard on the spiral staircase.

“Sam?!” an intimately familiar voice called out. Sam’s heart felt like it was being crushed at the sound. “Dean? Are you fellas home?”

Sam stepped out of the library and stared across the War Room at his brother’s face. Familiar green eyes with the crinkles at the corners, freckled skin across his cheeks and hands...with beaded bracelets and a Rolex watch on his wrists.

Burn It Down

Author’s Note: A part three of Ghost and Salty which means it's now a series called Salt and Burn.

Summary: Dean's worried about Y/n when her phone service is turned off, so he goes looking for her.

Pairing: past Dean x Reader

Word count: 1024

Story Warnings: breakups, angst, sads

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"So what, Dean?" Sam asked, setting a bowl of oatmeal on the table and sitting down. "She's allowed to dump her service and ignore you."

"What if she's hurt or somethin'? What if she's dead in a ditch or somethin'? What if she got killed on a hunt or-"

"What if she didn't pay her bill or shut down her service and tossed the phone so her asshole ex couldn't track her with the GPS because he knows all of her security questions and she doesn't wanna talk to him because he's a damn asshole?" Sam suggested conversationally as he picked up his spoon. "And what if she thought you might freak out about not being able to get ahold of her and get yourself in a frenzy so she called me from her new cell phone so that I would know that she's not 'dead in a ditch' and she's actually just not okay with the possibility of you drunk texting her ever again?"

Dean’s eyes went wide with surprise before his body filled with relief and finally shame-fueled anger. “I’m not an asshole, dude! I didn’t mean to hurt her feelings, okay? I was trying to protect our feelings. She’s the one who-”

“Are you predictably trying to spin this so it comes out her fault because she dumped your ass when you’re the one who didn’t answer a call for a month?” Sam asked, amused at the reaction which he and Y/n knew was coming.

“Sammy, I--ya know what, just gimme her number so I can talk this out and apologize for drunk texting her.”

Sam laughed and shook his head. “I’m not doing that, dude. And I deleted it from my ‘recents’ so don’t even try stealing my phone to get it.”

Quarantomb

Author’s Note: Written for @covered-byroses​ 3k Celebration (my prompt was Tomb) and goes to my Quarantine square for @spndeanbingo​

Summary: Dean locks you in a tomb to wait out the time it takes to see if you’ve been infected. You’re not happy about it.

Pairing: None

Word count: 1028

Story Warnings:  Croatoan virus, angry thoughts about Dean, open-ended (there will be no part two), you are going to be mad about the ending!

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“This is fucking stupid,” you growled leaning your head back against the large stone casket behind you. “Lock me in a fucking tomb. I’m not infected!” You hoped Dean could hear you, but you were sure he couldn’t. He walked away as soon as he locked you away.

You stared at the door. It was ridiculous. The bitch didn’t even bleed on you. Okay...a little. Just a little. It was just a little bit of blood. It wasn’t worth all this quarantine bullshit. This entire thing was Dean’s fault anyway. “This looks like Croatoan, let’s go check it out.” Really? Idiot...and then you had to put the woman down to keep her from infecting everybody else and a little bit of blood spatter hit you in your face and Dean decided you needed to be locked in a damn tomb until you could prove you weren’t infected.

“I’m sorry. We have to know for sure. I’m gonna go find a microscope and Sam can make some slides of your blood in a few hours. We’ll...I’m sorry,” he said before locking the door to the mausoleum and leaving you inside.

Fuck him. Seriously. Seriously, fuck Dean Winchester.

All you had ever done was help him, support him on hunt after hunt after hunt, and does he care? No. Does he appreciate your effort? No. He fucking expects it now. He knows he can count on you now and that’s all that matters. He knows you won’t hold it against him when he locks you in a damn cemetery and runs off with his brother.

“Should pick the lock. Break out. Leave,” you muttered, glaring at the door. You could do it. You had your lock picks. You had your knife to pry the door open. You had your damn leg to kick the damn door open. You could leave. You could, but you wouldn’t.

Because fuck Dean Winchester, that’s why.

On a completely separate note, y'all, I need some really good examples of Dean caring about people (all the people, not just his personal people...Dean caring about the world like Cas said). First examples that pop into my head are the Samhain thing (one Seal versus 1214 people being a no-brainer for him) and the refusal to let Ruby kill the virgin in Jus in Bello, but obviously there are so many others so hit me up in my inbox or reblog or comment your favorite moments for me...I'm writing a thing and my brain is not working so...help a sister out?

The One With the Halloween Party

Author’s Note: Written for @smol-and-grumpy​ for her Superfriends Challenge! Also goes for my Meet Cute square for @spndeanbingo​

Summary: Dean is going to his last high school Halloween party, dressed as his favorite superhero...and meets his favorite little henchwoman.

Pairing: Teen!Dean x Teen!Reader

Word count: 1011

Story Warnings: underage drinking, making out

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“Are you sure you wanna sulk around the motel, Sammy? You can always come with. There’s gonna be other freshmen there,” Dean called from the bathroom.

“I’m fine, Dean. I don’t even have a costume,” Sam dismissed. “It’s fine. I’ve got homework anyway.”

“Nerd,” Dean said as he walked out of the bathroom, adjusting his gloves. “How do I look?”

Sam scoffed. “You called me a nerd?” He rolled his eyes as Dean adjusted his black rubber cowl.

“Shut up. Batman’s badass.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not Batman.”

Dean shrugged. “I am tonight. Don’t wait up, Sammy.” He winked at his little brother as he walked out the door and started walking toward the house party at the house on the corner of Sixth and Vine. He passed kids in costumes, happily trick-or-treating. They giggled and ran and Dean tried not to think about the myriad things that could steal them away into the dark. Tonight was about fun and candy and girls and booze...if the cheerleader that invited him was to be believed.

The door was open so he strolled in, walking up to the table straight ahead and grabbing a cup of punch and a handful of pigs in a blanket. He was happy to taste the burn of too much rum in the punch.

“Well, if it isn’t the Bat-Man,” a distinctly Arleen Sorkin-esque voice shouted from across the living room. “Shouldn’t ya have a sidekick feedin’ ya those piggies?”

Dean turned, swallowing down a mouthful of food and almost choking on it when his eyes fell on a girl in a skintight black and red jester costume, leaning on a comically large hammer. He cleared his throat and took a drink of punch. “Well, Dr. Quinzel, I gave the Boy Wonder the night off. Kids gotta go trick-or-treating while they can,” he said, dropping his voice to a lower register.

Psych 101 Ch.1- Tutoring

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Author’s Note: Written for a $10 Patron on my Patreon. A College AU Wincest with a Dean x Reader plot! 

Summary: When Dean falls behind in his Psychology class, Y/n volunteers to help him out. But what’s an Engineering student doing in a psych class, anyway?

Pairing: Dean x Sam, Dean x Reader

Word count: 2145

Story Warnings:  18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! wincest, handjobs,

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"Professor Reid, I'm not asking for extra credit or anything, I'm just having trouble graspin' this stuff and I need a little help," a semi-familiar voice filled your ears as you passed your psychology professor's office and you stopped in the corridor.

"Mr. Winchester, I understand and if I had more time, I'd give you some one on one attention, but I just don't have it, son."

"Okay, well, maybe your T.A. could give me a hand," the student suggested.

"No, no. Alyssa is far too busy with her thesis."

"Is there anyone you can think of that might be able to tutor me? If my GPA drops any further, I'm gonna lose my scholarship and I'm gonna have to go back to Kansas with my tail between my legs. Not to mention my brother'll be here all by himself."

Professor Reid sighed loudly. "I will ask around, but you might want to try the library. They have tutoring services every other-"

"Yeah, but nobody's up for Psych 101. I've gone lookin' for the last two weeks!"

You took a deep breath and knocked on Professor Reid's door. "Forgive me, Professor, but I couldn't help overhearing."

"Miss Y/l/n, come in," the professor called.

You walked into the office and smiled at the sweet old man and his visitor, a green-eyed boy in a leather jacket. You recognized him as Dean, an engineering student. You had met his brother, Sam, a pre-law student.

Salty

Author’s Note: This is a sequel to my drabble Ghost .

Summary: It's been weeks since Y/n left him and Dean isn't taking it well.

Pairing: none, past Dean x Y/n

Word count: 828

Story Warnings: angst, drinking, breakups, Dean calling Y/n a bitch, drunk texting,

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Dean tapped his fingers against the tabletop next to the almost-empty bottle of bourbon. His head was swimming in booze and he just couldn’t wait for the sweet release of the blackout he felt approaching.

This was Y/n’s fault.

She did this to him. She fucking left him. All he wanted was to give a bit of distance to push down the feelings she was giving him and she just...broke it off.

‘Salt and burn’, she said. Salt and burn...like he was a monster, like he was a spirit, like he was...something she needed to kill.

“Well, congratulations, you bitch. You did it,” he muttered, swiping the bottle off the table and twisting the cap off. He pushed the bottle to his lips and took another drag off of it. “Just wouldn’t give me...just wanted space and you...fuckin’ hate you.” He tossed to bottle across the room and sighed as it hit the sawed-off shotgun on the wall and knocked it to the bed.

“Stupid...fuckin’...this is...fuck her.”

He pulled out his cell phone and flipped through the gallery of pictures. Him and Sam, him and Charlie, him and Bobby from years ago. Y/n. Y/n asleep in the shotgun seat of the impala. Y/n laughing at something Sam said in a bar. Y/n looking like a damn dream the morning after their first time together.

His lips pulled down into a sneer as he looked at his phone screen. She just...fucking...broke him...and he was going to tell her about it.