"It's not my fight," he cut in and looked back down at his new drink of whatever it was that was actually in it. He didn't care, he was just pouring in whatever he could reach for. He didn't know what else to say about Solvei. Actually, he didn't really want to talk about her anymore. She was history. It was over with. Dean Winchester was moving on now. She meant nothing. Except, of course, all of that was total, utter lies and he was pissed off and hurt, but he was tired of trying to justify what he felt.
Faith and Emily could think what they wanted. Hell, even Sol could think whatever she wanted. He knew the truth.
"I don't know, but it's bound to fuck you up," he grinned, sadly and looked around his bar. "Can you believe this shit is all mine right now? Pretty freakin' awesome, huh? My bar, my music, heh," he slurred and walked from around the bar and just took in how pretty cool it was. And empty.
Turning around, he looked over at Emily as she sat on the barstool.
"You wanna know what she told me?" He started and walked over to Emily until he was right here. Moving toward the side, he leaned the side of his body against the bar while she turned so she was facing him.
"She basically fucking said that the moment she was gone, I was fuckin' chicks in our bed. She insinuated that I was happy that she lost the fucking baby, and she said, 'if you love me, blah fucking blah.' You know what? If she loved me she wouldn't be such a fucking bitch," He said finally and sighed. There. It was all out. Whatever. Done, finished. Now Emily knew.
"Love sucks, you know why? Because love turns you into something you're not. This isn't me. I'm not the pathetic fucking dude who gets all fucking worked up for a chick. I have a mission. I hunt things, I save some lives, there's nothing in between, you know?" He was babbling now and he hated it, but the words seemed to come out faster than he could tell himself to shut the fuck up. He didn't do this, he didn't just let go like this, but then again, he's never experienced this before. It was all new and he was dealing the best way he could.
"Fuck it, I'm done talkin' about this shit," he muttered and reached over, grabbing the bottle.
"So there's your happy ending, that's how the cookie fucking crumbled."