It All Comes Down To Him

*Trigger Warning Near End of Chapter*

About two hours before shift change, Sam and Dean stroll onto the unit with Jody. Alyssa, charting alongside you at the nurses station, gives you a swift kick in your shin to have you look up from the computer. Butterflies swarm like crazy waiting for Dean to make eye contact. However, Dean glances your way only for a second as they head towards the nurse manager's office, even though Sam nudged him in his side pointing in your direction. He might as well looked right through you.

When they disappear into the office, the breath you didn't even realize you were holding suddenly releases. Those butterflies disappear into a different bundle of nerves filling your mind with why he pretended you didn't exist. Maybe you're overthinking it? Maybe he had a reason? A hand upon your shoulder has you jump in your seat.

"You alright there, (Y/N)?" You overhear Ryan's voice behind you as he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze. You spin around in your chair forcing his hand to be removed. Upon meeting his stare, the handsome smile and rugged facial features reminds your brain on why you accepted a date with him in the first place a few months ago. It does not matter much anymore.

Ryan.

Dean must have seen him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Long day," you half-shrugged, your eyelashes fluttering up at him forcing a smile to give him. The punch in your gut from Dean acting as if you were not just in the same vicinity as him moments ago makes it hard to pretend everything is okay.

"Okay...do you have a moment? In private," He asked with his hands on hips taking a glance over at Alyssa sitting beside you. Alyssa snorted, keeping her back towards him.

"Uh, sure. One second," you spin back around and click a few things on the computer saving your work. You push up from the desk taking one more peek over towards the office Sam and Dean are tucked away with Jody and your supervisor.

Ryan leads you away from the nurses station and down a hall that leads to one of the conference rooms. Not much foot traffic. Ryan stops at the end of the hallway tugging you by the wrist against him. He takes a quick glance to the side before giving you a deep kiss.

"Come on, we are at work," you give a small smile and pull away. Ryan continues to keep a firm grip on your wrist keeping you near. With his back against the wall, his other hand slides in your back pocket of your scrub pants.

"Yeah, so? Not the first time we snuck a kiss," Ryan said gruffly. "I needed to be alone with you for a moment, alright? Especially after I find out you had a ride to work this morning. Care to explain?" Ryan's hand tightens causing you to jerk away with your feet stumbling backwards.

"First off, do not ever do that again," you hissed, rubbing your wrist and gaining your balance. "Secondly, how did you know? Not that we talked much today."

"News travel fast in a hospital. Don't act dumb," Ryan sneered. Your eyebrows raise. "I have sources," he paused, purposely wanting you to squirm but you don't give him the pleasure. Your hand motions for him to continue but he takes a few more seconds to make you wait.

"Misty told me."

"Of course she did," with a huff of laughter, you throw a hand up in the air. "That bitch," you whispered shaking your head. Folding your arms over your chest, you shift your gaze down the hall wondering if anyone might come interrupt this interrogation. More like wishing someone would interrupt this meeting so you could not miss Dean leaving the unit.

"Why? Because she told me about your little personal bodyguard? Look, I'm going to bring you home after shift change. End of story," Ryan pushes off the wall and closes the gap between the two of you. He unfolds your arms, despite your reluctance, and wraps you up close. He presses his forehead against yours waiting for you to say anything.

"I'm jealous, alright?" He murmured.

You rear your head back as much as you can. He lifts his gaze. "You? Jealous? Big hot shot doctor jealous of a FBI agent slightly younger than you?" You arched a brow, knowing the slightly younger part would hit him good; even if it's only by a couple of years. The smirk spreading across your lips has him growl. "Oh come on, no need to be jealous. I've known Dean for a long time. This isn't a secret."

"Doesn't mean I don't think he doesn't want to get into your pants. You two really never did anything? Nothing? No 'drunken-nights-waking-up-to-one-another-naked' sort of things?" Ryan questioned. His dark chocolate eyes search for any hint of deception. "I just don't know how he never tried to make a move on you. I guess you're not his type," he mumbled, watching more closely for your reaction.

"Guess not," you retorted quicker than you wanted. "Can I get back to work please now?"

Ryan takes a couple steps back. "I'm headed to go do some dictation since I was busy with clinic earlier. I'll be back here right at shift change. Hurry up and be ready to get out of here," Ryan shifted his eyes down the hall to some low chatter from around the corner.

Ryan kisses your cheek and begins to walk back down the hallway towards the main area of the unit. You remain behind alone with your thoughts. Things are different now. You can feel it without a doubt. Glancing down at your wrist, the reddened skin encircling your skin reminds you of that.

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As you make your way down to check on your last patient for the evening right before shift change, you are greeted from around the corner by Dean. The unexpected meeting has you become flustered dropping a couple of education handouts for a family member of a patient. Dean kneels down to pick them up before you have a chance to do so yourself.

"Thanks," you shyly said as he handed over the papers. The two of you stare at each other a little longer than what friends should. Dean realizes it and lets go.

"Yeah, of course, sweetheart," Dean chuckles nervously placing his hands on his hips. He chews on his bottom lip glancing away for a second. Something in his eyes makes you curious on what is running through his head. You want to ask him what's on his mind but then you hear Ryan's voice behind you. Dean's eyes shoot straight up over your head meeting the man that has you all to himself, not Dean.

"(Y/N), did you hear me? Can you hurry up and go give report to night shift so we can beat the rain?" A demand fueled by annoyance has both you and Dean lock eyes. Dean watches curiously on how you will respond. There's a hint of disappointment reflected back at you. You lower your eyes feeling your heart begin to beat harder against your chest.

Ryan steps beside you close enough for Dean to know his place. The energy shifts in the air just like it did before when the two men came face to face. This time though—you think you might actually vomit.

"I believe we have not been formally introduced. I'm Dr Campbell," Ryan stuck out his hand waiting for Dean to accept.

"Agent Walsh," Dean grips Ryan's hand firmly, holding steady eye contact without straying. Your eyes bounce from man to man anxiously waiting either of their next move. Finally, Ryan breaks the handshake in order to place a firm hand on top of your shoulder causing you to wince.

Dean's eyes narrow at the doctor at his action. Tight fists form at his sides trying to keep him grounded.

"Look, I don't know you and what you know about me, probably doesn't sit well with you. But, mister...I know one thing for sure, you need to loosen your grip there before I loosen it for you," Dean stared Ryan down until his hand falls from your shoulder.

Ryan begins to laugh. "You know for a second there I thought you might have been a little jealous knowing of my relationship with (Y/N)," Ryan smirked. "But then I remembered you're an FBI agent so you're just doing your due diligence, right Agent?"

Dean doesn't say a word. He shifts his gaze over to you. "I'll catch up with you later, sweetheart. I take it you have a ride home. Call me if you need anything though," Dean said never taking his eyes off you. He does not pay any attention to Ryan and takes off towards the elevator.

"Let's get the hell out of here soon," Ryan whispered harshly next to your ear. You don't even respond as you watch Dean disappear behind the metal doors feeling him taking your heart with him.

******************************************The drive to your house is quiet. The light trickle of rain soothes you just enough to keep your nerves at bay. Ryan attempts conversations but you pretend to be asleep against the window. Thoughts of Dean run rapid through your mind. Before long, Ryan is calling your name that you are home. You ask him to give you the night to yourself because you are tired. To your dismay, he follows you to the door close on your heels. His hovering as you slide your key inside the lock puts you even more on edge. More red flags continue to pop up inside your mind.

"Ryan, thanks again for bringing me home, but I just want to go to bed. Besides, you need to get home before it storms," you try to prevent him from stepping further inside but he pushes past you. "Ryan, please," you heavily sighed, closing your eyes as you drag a hand down your face. Dropping your work bag on the floor, you kick off your shoes at the door along with your socks just like every evening after work. Just this time, you wonder if you should keep the shoes on if you need to run.

"Why do you want me gone so bad?" Ryan strolls inside the house like he owned the place and takes a look around. He turns around and crosses his arms over his chest staring you down. "Do you expect Dean to come over?" You rolled your eyes as you slightly turn your back in order to lock the door. Your hand wavers over the lock making you second guess yourself again within the last couple of minutes.

"You've got to be kidding me," you exasperated loudly. Turning around, you place your hands on your hips standing tall before him. "We are only friends. How many times do I have to say that?"

"Then why did he stay the night? Answer me that, (Y/N)!" Ryan's voice bellowed throughout the house. Your face pales as he stalks up to you. His hand grasps your arm yanking you close. "Did you fuck him? Is that why he stayed last night? No reason a man should stay here unless it's me!"

"What? How did you— stop, damnit!" You try to pull away but his fingers dig deeper into your skin. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" The more you fight, the harder he presses into your skin. Vomit rises to your throat, burning, but you force it back down as you shakily try to pry his determined fingers off.

"I had someone keep tabs on you. Good thing I did, too. Now tell me why the hell he slept here last night!" His eyes cold as stone bury into you as he continues to raise his voice in volumes you've never heard from him before.

"Let me go!" You jerk away as he pushes you away. You stumble into the wall but gather yourself before falling to the floor. Ryan watches you with a tightness around his eyes. He does not budge to give you a hand as you find your feet again. As soon as you steady yourself, you stomp right up to him letting the fire coursing through your veins keep you from doubling over in fear. "You had someone follow me? Are you fucking kidding me right now?"

"Not like you have been so forthcoming about you and Dean," Ryan snapped. "I just don't believe nothing has happened between you two," he lowers his head, then lifts his gaze with an evil glint in his eyes. "Or is it that you wish something would happen but he doesn't want you more than just a friend?"

Your cheeks blaze at his comment.

"For the last damn time, there is nothing between us! You know what? I can't do this anymore," you throw your hands up in the air stepping away from him. You head for the door ready to push Ryan out of your house if you have to.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Ryan growled, stepping closer again. You spin around with anger flashing across your eyes. Ryan grasp your wrists together jerking you back more inside the house away from the door. Adrenaline helps you break free from his powerful grip. Standing before him, you decide which man you rather have in your life, even if it is only friends.

"If you don't like Dean and I being friends, then this—," motioning a finger between you and Ryan, —"is over!" You raise your voice to get your point across. Ryan's shocked expression quickly turns into one that sends shivers down your spine. He nods slowly taking a glance around the area you both stood.

Ryan takes note of the pictures lined along the table near the entryway. He picks up a picture frame of you with Dean from when he came back from purgatory. It's one of your favorite ones of the two of you. The smiles on both of your faces reach ear to ear. Ryan glares heatedly at the photo before he slams it on the ground. You instinctively jump back trying to escape the shattered glass. Taking a few more steps back, you stand on your tip toes bracing yourself against the bar stool lined at the beginning of the kitchen floor. Ryan throws a few more glass frames on the floor at your feet. Your hands reach behind you trying to reach the counter but you end up slipping on your bare feet and fall to the floor. Shards of glass pierce your skin eliciting a piercing scream filling the house.

Ryan slowly stalks over to you crunching the broken glass beneath his shoes in order to crouch down in front of you. He forcefully grasps your chin between his finger and thumb making you look at him. "I'll give you a few days to get your ass back in line. You've changed in the short time he's been in town. Stop acting like the whore we both know you are not," he coldly stated, shoving away your face as he lets go of your chin.

Ryan leaves you without another word. The moment the door slams you scramble to your feet trying to gain your composure. With one hand braced against the counter, you feel with your other for your phone in your scrub pockets. At any moment, you feel your knees buckling ready to give away. You pull out your phone with trembling hands trying to dial the one number for who can come save you from this nightmare. Tears blur your vision as you touch the screen, smearing a hint of blood across it.

A sudden loud boom over the house startles you as you press call sending you spiraling to the floor. The sky breaks above pouring down the impending rain storm. You feel a little wrong for calling Dean after what just happened. Part of you feels like you are only proving Ryan that he is right. Dean is who you want—who you need—at this very moment.

It didn't matter if you and him will only be friends.