"I don't want you around." Izzie sat in her little beat up Honda and cried. She laid her head on the steering wheel and cried her little heart out. What would you do if the man you love suddenly told you he didn't want you around? Exactly. Izzie turned her head and stared out the window, her body shaking with sobs. She didn't understand. She was a good person. She was an excellent doctor if she did say so herself. She helped the sick, the poor, the helpless. Izzie did everything a good person should and yet why did this happen to her? A sudden thought hit her and it made her heart break even more. Maybe it was her. Well of course it had to be her what else could it have been? Maybe she was too nice. Maybe she was too loving and caring and affectionate. Maybe she was too little-miss-goody-too-shoes. Maybe that's why Dean Winchester didn't want her around anymore. Maybe he wanted a woman who could hold her own, didn't gave a damn about anything, and liked it rough.

Maybe he lied all those times when he said she was perfect.

Izzie lifted her head and sniffled, her sobs vanished but the tear stains and red eyes still gave away what she had been doing for the past two hours. She stared into the rearview mirror and grimaced. She looked horrible, her face was splotchy, and her hair was a mess but thank god she put on waterproof makeup this morning. Izzie slumped down in the seat and stared out the window once more, her gaze landing on the shabby motel, zoning in on room 40C. She should leave. She should start her car and press down the gas pedal until she left Seattle. Where would she go? Anywhere but here. It was apparent Dean didn't, never, wanted her so what was the point in sticking around? The best thing was to get as far away from him as possible.

Sharp pain in her palms made her jump. Blood. She had dug her nails into her skin and now blood was oozing out. She wiped her hands on her jacket and realized why she was now bleeding. Hate. Hate was flowing in her veins. She looked in the rearview mirror again and almost gasped. She had a very pissed off expression on her face granted her face was still splotchy and eyes red rimmed but underneath lied a pissed off expression. She tore her gaze away and took a deep breath. Self pity was gone, sadness had dimmed down a bit, and hatred filled her. She suddenly realized she hated herself for falling for Dean Winchester, for ever believing she could have a happy ending. She hated him for making her feel like a fool, making her feel and act worthless and vulnerable. She swallowed and decided maybe she better head off now. Driving always calmed her down. She reached into her pocket for her keys and came back empty handed. Wide eyed she searched her small car only to find no sign of her keys which only meant… she looked to room 40C. Her keys were lying on the little table by the door. She had been so upset by what Dean had said she forgot her keys, the only reason she was inside her car now was because she had left it unlocked. She let out a small sigh, her forehead creasing, and eyebrows furrowing. If it were anything else she would've said 'screw it' and just left, but of course the thing she left was the thing she needed most. With a look of despair she pushed open the car door and got out.

Dean sat up in one of the two single beds, leaning against the hard headboard, white sheets covering his naked lower half, the noise of a hot brunette taking a showing in the bathroom, and cursed Izzie Stevens. He cursed her for existing. For being able to worm her way into his life, into his head. She was all he could think about. Even when he and that hot brunette Stephanie…Bethany…Tiffany…whatever her name was were going at it like monkeys all he could think about was a certain tall, hot blonde. A certain tall, hot blonde that had changed his life.

She had been an innocent helpless bystander to a vampire attack. Of course after Dean and his brother came in, all knights in shining armor like, beheaded the vamps, and burned them Izzie wanted to leave and go on her merry way, back to her apple pie life. He should have let her. But him thinking with his downstairs brain didn't want her to leave, he wanted a chance to find out how long her legs really were. So after telling this huge lie of how Izzie had to stay with them because the head vamp could come after her for revenge, after convincing Izzie and his brother, she stayed. And not only did she become his sex partner she somehow along the way wormed her way into his heart.

Dean ignored it. He ignored the signs. He ignored the fact that when her skin brushed his he felt electric shocks, that when she said his name it made him crazy, and when she looked at him with those big brown eyes… Dean ignored it. Because she was only a distraction, a way to release his pain, nothing more so he ignored when Izzie said his name in her sleep, a smile on her face. He definitely ignored Izzie's expression when he hit on other girls at the bars they would pass through, he definitely didn't feel guilt or anything. Nothing. Until one day she introduced him to a man. A man, Dean found out, was her boyfriend. How that happened, when that happened he had no idea. All he knew was that man suddenly turned into a douche. And Dean didn't like the douche. Especially when said douche would be all over Izzie whenever Dean was near. To say he wanted to punch the dude was an understatement. And two weeks went by. Two weeks of jealousy, anger, that almost drove him to the brink of insanity. Two weeks to make him realize he had fallen in love, something he had never done before. And he didn't like the woman he loved all over another guy. Wasn't cool. Then Izzie dumped the douche. And he made his move. Yeah he may have been a dick for doing it right after but he didn't care. And when she was staring up at him with those eyes, he faltered, lost his confidence, and said the words that would haunt him forever I don't want you around. The total opposite of what he wanted to come out of his mouth.

The full impact of what he had said didn't hit him until her eyes started watering, her face crumbled, and the light in her eyes died. That's when he knew he had made a monumental mistake. Before he could backtrack, before he could somehow try to fix it, she left. And when it was apparent she wasn't coming back he went straight to the nearest bar and brought a hot brunette back to the motel room. He thought maybe she could make him forget about the pain at least for one night. It didn't happen.

Izzie tried the doorknob to room 40C and frowned when it turned easily in her hand. Dean always locked it unless… When he came to the motel room drunk he never locked the door sometimes never even closed it all the way. Just stumbled inside and passed out. So unlocked door could only mean… she pushed open the door and took a step inside. Dean was the first thing she saw. Not passed out on the floor, instead wide awake sitting up in bed. His head jerked towards Izzie and upon seeing her stood up in shock, the sheet falling away from his nakedness. Izzie's eyes widened and she turned red before looking at the floor, the ceiling, anywhere and everywhere not Dean. She heard him sputter and after a couple seconds clear his throat. She glimpsed over and saw he had put some black boxers on. They stared at each other for a few moments, both trying to think of something to say. Just when things couldn't get any worse, or more awkward, his bam-bam-thank-you-ma'am decided to make an appearance. That was when the shit hit the fan.

Izzie cursed herself for blushing. Why should she? Seconds ago she hated this man and now she was blushing like a little schoolgirl because of him? What was wrong with her? Plus it's not like she hadn't seen him naked before. After she heard him clear his throat she took that as a sign that he was decent. She glanced over and her gaze meet his piercing one. They stood there on opposite sides of the room, time standing still as they stared at each other. Until she heard, "Dean baby I got a little present for you." the sound of footsteps coming to a halt then a "Oh. Whose she?" Her world shattered. Again. How many times was Izzie Stevens going to suffer today? Did God hate her? She swallowed and realized this could be the woman that was everything Izzie Stevens wasn't. The woman Dean desired.

Izzie didn't want to glance over. She didn't want to see what woman was standing there in Dean's motel room. She knew. But she couldn't help but look over and her anger diminished. The sadness and self pity was back. She could feel the tears stinging her eyes. The woman had to have been twenty five, younger than Izzie which stung. Maybe another reason why Dean told her to leave was because she was too old. But twenty nine isn't too old right? Sure it was older than Dean but only by a year. Maybe he liked younger women. Well apparently by the looks of her. She looked even younger than twenty five. The woman had long wavy brown hair, a flawless face, a perfect body. Maybe that's also what Dean wanted. Not a tall thin, too nice too affectionate trailer park girl. But a woman that was the perfect height, with perfect curves, I-don't-give-a-damn-as-long-as-you-pay-me and was a stripper. Strippers beat trailer parks girls all the time. God, they beat doctors! What sounded more desirable? A hot woman molesting a pole in lingerie or a pretty woman that deals with blood, and guts, and drama all day? So much for being perfect and in love. Izzie gave herself props though. She ignored the sobs building within her and let out a tiny, heartbroken, defeated sigh instead. She didn't even look at Dean as she turned around and headed for the door. She didn't want to see his face. She grabbed her keys off the table by the door and yanked it open, one foot out when she heard in a choked voice that stopped her in her tracks. "I'm sorry Izzie." She didn't know if he meant he was sorry for her finding out about the brunette or sorry he had led her on and broken her heart. Either way it didn't matter. She would never forgive him. Without so much as a bitter and final goodbye she walked out the door towards her car, slamming the door behind her. She got in and started her Honda, ignoring the hot tears on her cheeks, and sped off towards… she didn't know. Maybe the West Coast. she only knew she was getting far, far away from Dean Winchester.