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jaystexastornado · 2 days ago

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This ones for the girls 7.5/?

Nashville

Summary: your annual girlstrip to a special supernatural event after a bad breakup, Jensen being Jensen but what does it mean?

Word count: 6.3k

Warnings/ ITS FICTION IM A SLAVE TO MY BRAIN AND THIS IS WHAT IT SAID TO DO. LEAVE ME ALONE. Also get tissues cause god I need them. 😭😭 talks of abuse, angst, emotional damage.

Meanwhile, Jensen was mid ops, tense, worried about you, and pissed about earlier. But he faked it. Slapped the mask on and played the part. But he’d asked Kelly about why you hadn’t shown up in the green room and she told him about the videos and pictures Danneel put somewhere. That you needed a break and that only made him furious. Kelly was working on finding out where they were, how anyone saw them and what was going on.

And then he remembered one thing. He still had control over the phone she had.

So he’d given his to Bridgette to find out how to get the records from her number see what exactly she was talking about.

And Ivy was playing good cop bad cop. Asking around. Like she and Stella weren’t friends anymore because of what she’d heard.

Jensen saw the end of the line, he could finish ops and go check on you. But Cliff and the kids interrupted. And he stepped away. “Danneels here with Steve. They didn’t take him off the list. I tried.”

“Are you f-kidding me?” He caught himself.

“Kids want to go upstairs.”

“Alright. Y'all just stay calm. Stel isn’t having a good day alright. Bonnie is up there with her. And when I’m done here I’ll be up okay?” The three kids nodded, Cliff grabbed Jensen's shoulder and gave him a nod.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Yeah. Yep. I’ll be here.” He said a little harsher than he planned. He just wanted to get to you. But he pushed through, and when he finally got to leave he didn’t plan on stopping. Until the girls were yelling his name and running towards him.

“We got it. All of it.” Kelly had her phone out. Jensen ushered the three girls into the green room.

“Alright go,” Jensen said looking at them.

“It was on TikTok. It was a profile live under an alias name. Danneel also added pictures and the said video proving the said affair. I couldn’t find the page because she blocked me, but some idiot posted it all to Tumblr. So I made a fake account and went to TikTok and she’s as stupid as I thought she was because she posted the entire live too. It was the night you saw them at the mall, I sent the video to Kelly but Jensen she didn't stop at texts and that video, she showed Stella’s house. She said you hit Steve out of nowhere, that Stella didn’t own the salon. And she talked about her mom, and shit that was Stella’s to tell Bonnie said Stella’s mom showed up here Jensen.” Ivy explained making Jensen's head spin

“Here? When?”

“About an hour ago. That’s why she’s upstairs. Bonnie saw her grab Stella’s jaw and we all know what happens then.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“That’s not all Jensen. The messages she showed were from her number to her number. She just slapped your name on them and said what she wanted.” Bridgette handed him his phone and he scrolled through the records.

“I brightened the video, and had it edited to focus in on who it was in that hotel room. One, it was a hotel in Austin. You can see the Capitol building on the wall behind them, and two, it’s Steve and Danneel. Like not recently. Probably 2021 maybe.” Kelly handed him her phone and Jensen's jaw locked. Shaking his head before handing it back to her.

“Can you find out how she found her mom? I don’t even know her name. Stella changed her last name when she moved out.”

“Did that, and from what I can see she probably found her on socials. But her number is this one.” Bridgette pointed over Jensens’ arm to the number on the records. “She told her everything she said in that live, and that Stella was going to be here. Today.”

Jensen's fury only grew, shoving his phone in his pocket rushing upstairs to check on you. Jared tried stopping him and he waved him off, When he reached your shared room it was dark, he could hear the kids in the adjoining room they had, and Bonnie’s voice. And you were wrapped up in a blanket on the bed.

His phone buzzed with a text from Cliff asking if he wanted the BBQ canceled that night. But Jensen saw it as an opportunity. She wanted to play hardball he could too. So he declined, before walking over to you. He turned the lamp on its lowest setting, your makeup was smeared, a false eyelash barely hanging on. He couldn’t help but brush the stray hairs from your face. When the adjoining door opened.

Bonnie came in and smiled. “Just checking on her.”

Jensen stood walking to the other side of the bed, “What happened?”

“She didn’t want to drag you into it. She didn’t want to disturb you or upset you. So she just came up here to get away from it. We saw Danneel and Steve when we were coming up here and I had half a mind to beat her ass. Stella hasn't seen her mother since she was 17, she has marks on her jaw from when she grabbed her, Jensen. Not just impressions. The bitch drew blood. I'm gonna fucking kill your ex. She’s cried, her neck is hurting from her mother jerking her neck, which means a migraine is coming. She’s had people all day calling her a whore and a home wrecker. She didn’t fucking sign up for this Jensen. She didn’t sign up for that bitch to rip her to shreds because Stella hurt her feelings.” He didn’t like seeing her tear up. Knowing she’d been with Stella the entire time he figured Bonnie would have been the first to jump. But Stella was more important, and she had been right there with her, she’d gotten her away from it.

“I know, I know Bonnie.”

“No Jensen you don’t. It’s not your fault. But you didn’t hear the things they were saying, you didn’t see her mother. You didn’t hear her mother tell her she wished her dad had killed her, that his death was her fault, or that you would throw her away once you were done with her. Danneel crossed a fucking line, Jensen. That’s my best fucking friend and I will go to prison over her. We all will. These people did this in front of your kids. Your fucking kids Jensen.” She was getting way too emotional for Jensen's liking. She was supposed to be tough. The crazy one. And now she was bawling in front of Jensen and all he knew to do was hug her but she wasn’t a hugger. Yet he did it anyway and when she latched on to him, he knew.

“Bonnie, I’ll handle it. Alright, this ends tonight. But I need your help. I’m gonna wake her up, and I’m going to get her neck fixed.” He explained his plan to her before she went to the girls, the kids were staying with Jared, all he had to do now was wake you up.

He did it gently, the way you liked. Kissing your forehead, then your temple down to your nose. But he didn’t get the reaction he usually did. He’d expected it, but not you pulling from him completely and turning over when you looked at him.

“Baby.”

“Jensen I can't. Today's been way too much. I just want to sleep.”

“Listen to me, just for a second okay?” His voice was soft, sitting on the edge of the bed, your shoulder shaking. He knew you were crying, and that was worse than Bonnie and Bridgette crying. That tore his heart wide open.

“I really don’t want to. Not right now.” Her voice was broken and high-pitched.

And Jensen did all he knew to do. Laid down and wrapped you into him. You didn’t pull away, you just cried harder. “I’m handling this. She crossed lines that should never have been crossed.”

“I could handle all of it, Jensen. Until I saw my mother.” She tried looking back at him and saw the marks on her jaw. “I can’t go down there knowing she did that, I can’t play like everything is fine I don’t have masks. I can’t just turn it off. They can call me whatever they want, believe her lies, and make me look like this horrible person. But what did I do so wrong to her that she’d find my mother Jay, why her of all people?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know what the hell her problem is. She’s crazy, but if you can trust me for just an hour, come down there with me, I’ll put an end to this sweetheart.”

“She told my mother I tore your family apart, and no matter how far I distance myself from her she’s my mom Jensen. She said she wished my dad-“ her voice was broken. But she turned back to him. Burying her head in his chest, he tightened his arms around her.

“I know. I know, Bonnie told me. She also said that your mom told you I’d throw you away.” His eyes stung. This was killing him. He was furious and shattered all at once just like you were. He wasn’t there. He couldn’t stop it. And this was where it led. To him holding you while you shattered over and over in his arms. And he couldn’t stop it from happening.

“Baby, listen to me. I’m not going a damn place, I’m not throwing you anywhere unless it’s on the bed to fuck you senseless. I love you, I chose you, and I’m going to protect you no matter what happens to me when I do what I’m about to do. My kids heard that shit today. She did this knowing they’d be here. To hurt you, knowing it would hurt me. Or just to hurt you because you’re with me. Hell, she probably thought you’d leave me I don’t fucking know what I do know I’m not losing you because of her. I’ve never fought for anything but my kids. But I’m fighting for you. For us. But I need you there.”

You didn’t move. His finger traced your jaw where a single mark was, and it made his chest tighten. And he couldn’t stop the full-on sob that escaped him. His lips pressed against your head. Staying there.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. Fuck I’m so sorry baby. I’m gonna make this right. I’ll fix it. I just need you to trust me, let me handle it. I should have been there, I should have stopped it. I should have never let you away of my side.” His hold on you tightened as he rambled through his own raw emotions. That only made you cry harder. You held on to him like your life depended on it. Your neck was aching, your emotions only growing. It had all been too much. Your jaw stung. Your mother always wore those damn pointed acrylics and today was no different. Looking like a million dollars while she acted like an animal.

But she was wrong. You knew that. But it didn’t hurt less. Yet Jensen was begging you to let him handle it. And you couldn’t tell him no. You wanted to. You wanted to just get up and act like nothing happened. And keep going. But he was right. She wouldn’t stop. Not until you left, or he bent to her will.

So you nodded. With hushed okay. And you looked up at him. His red eyes told you all you needed to know. This had torn him the same way it did you. “I trust you. I’ll let you handle it.” You whispered. “But I can’t go down there, my neck.”

“I’ll handle your neck. I did it before.”

“Jensen.”

“No, no I can’t ask you to, or I’m done, no you aren’t. I’ll fix it, we’re going to get dressed, walk down there with our heads held high and we’re going to shatter this entire thing. Together. You and me. She wants war, I’ll give it to her. But I’ll win. This is ending tonight.”

“Your parents are supposed to be here.”

“Even better. My dad can finally see why I tried to run on my wedding day. Why I did as soon as I had my chance. Why I chose you, and how I’ll lose it all if it means I have you. If I have my kids. And then once this shits over. They can meet the woman who reminded me of who I was.” That hit you, the raw intensity of his words, the way his voice broke a little.

“I’m not going anywhere, Jay. This isn’t your fault. I’m yours all the way down. As long as you’ll have me. I love you, I meant that. I’ll always mean it.” His lips met yours in an instant. Softly, full of everything the day had offered both of you.

When he pulled back he smiled softly. “Let me fix that neck of yours.”

You sat up the ache growing. You felt his hands. It wasn't fair how easily it came to him. Your back met his chest once it popped his lips on your temple. “You are gonna make me do another facemask are you?”

“No. We have to go slaughter your ex now.” You giggled a little, resting your hand on his jaw looking at him. “Together.”

“I love you. No matter what comes next.”

“I love you too. And it’s an NDA event. I’m sure Cliffs got everyone here prepared worker-wise.”

Bonnie was walking with the girls to the green room, ready for the hailstorm that she’d help plan. When she saw Jeff who had literally avoided her spot her and turn.

“Nope, what happened to back to normal?” She called making him freeze. “Funny, you said it yet you’re the one that’s avoiding me like the plague.” She folded her arms over her chest.

“I’ve been busy.”

“Yeah? Busy looking over your shoulder and bolting every time I walk into a room. Was I that good? Can’t shake me?” Bonnie smirked tilting her head.

“Hillarie is here.” He played off a grin looking anywhere but her.

“I heard she knows. What happened to not talking about it?”

“Yeah well, it wasn’t one and done was it? You stayed over.” He finally looked at her.

“Ooo, was that a broken rule? We’re adults, Jeffery. You were the one that said act like nothing happened. I am, you’re the one acting like a teenager that got caught masturbating to some raunchy porn magazine.”

“Bonnie.” His voice came out gruff, with a huffed laugh. “Look, S’not like that. Alright? I just, I don’t know it was different. I told Hillarie because it was. So, can we drop it? I’ll do better alright.”

“Oh my god.” Bonnie straightened. An amused smile on her lips. “You think about it, don’t you? About me.”

“Bonnie.” He said through his teeth. But his eyes told a different story. And Bonnie fed off that.

“It wasn’t just a fuck and forget. You liked it, you can’t get me out of your head can you?”

Jeff looked around for a second. To the empty hallway, and he stepped forward until Bonnie was against the wall.

“So what if I do huh? So what if my wife was fine with it? Cause I found out she had a regular. Maybe I respect you too much to drag you into a no-strings-attached con fuck party. And I’m avoiding you because she’s fucking here. Because I don’t know if I can stop myself. But I’m trying here because I respect you. Because I love my wife. But I can’t fucking help but think about you too. And Jensen would have my fucking head if he knew any of it.”

“Well, Jensen's preoccupied with Danneel drama. I’m just saying, I’ll be around big boy..” Bonnie smirked before ducking under his arm, turning briefly to smirk at him walking backwards. “904. In case desire trumps respect.”

You and Jensen put on your best outfits. Anything on him was the best, but you wore a fitted sleeveless mid-thigh body con dress that gave just enough coverage to your chest for a little modesty, but enough that Jensen hadn’t taken his eyes off you for a second since you put it on. A cropped leather biker jacket, and thigh-high suede heeled boots, your hair fell in loose curls perfectly over your shoulders, while Jensen wore a black blue jean button-down down leaving three buttons undone. Black jeans, and his cowboy boots. Brushing his hair back with his fingers. Before clasping his watch.

“How soundproof do you think these walls are?” You asked leaning against the dresser arms folded when he looked at you.

“I have no idea? I mean, there’s a door so I’d think a little better than most separate walls and all. Why?” He asked neutral tone.

“Oh cause when we get back I don’t need the kids hearing what I’m gonna do to their daddy.” You smirked and his head snapped looking at you.

“Yeah? What are you planning?” He smirked. Fingers finding your hips.

“I don’t know, you said throwing me on the bed and fucking me senseless earlier. Kinda intrigued me.”

“Oh honey, I’ll do more than fuck you senseless, you won’t know you’re own name when I get done with you.” His tone dropping, deep and gruff, you tilted your head up at him hand on his chest.

“That a threat Mr. Ackles?”

“Oh, it’s a promise.” He smiled kissing you softly, then roughly, and damn Cliff on his timing. A knock on the door stopped you both. The door opened, “yall ready? You’re officially ten minutes late.”

“Right on time man,” Jensen smirked. “Ready?”

“With you? Always.” You smiled taking his hand.

The room was loud until the doors opened for you and Jensen. Steve was on stage already. Nose obvious. Watching Jensen. You’d entered through the main doors rather than him on stage. His hand in yours, making a loud statement. The silence was deafening. You saw Danneel with arms folded, scowl prominent. Jensen led you to the stage just a few feet from her where your girls stood.

“That’s what all natural looks like,” Bonnie smirked as Jensen pressed a kiss to your temple before taking his mic.

“How’s everyone doing?” The room grew and Jensen's smile did too. “Well, I gotta be honest. Ya, sound great.” He smirked.

“Ready” Bonnie giggled.

“Sorry, I was late, got caught up, been a long week. Hasn’t it Steve?”

Steve looked at Jensen quickly who still stood with one arm folded over his chest holding the mic in the other. You heard his voice change. You scanned the room, spotting Jensen's parents. Alan was looking at you. You looked back at Jensen quickly whose jaw was tight.

“Aim,” Kelly whispered.

“Funny story about Steve here, y'all will really like this one.” Jensen began.

“Fire.” You heard Brigette and Ivy. You couldn’t help but crack a smile at them.

“Steve has a broken nose, don’t ya?” Jensen stood behind him now. “Buddy.” He leaned over looking at him.

Steve only nodded. “Y'all know who did it. I know that. You wanna tell them why?” He shook his head then.

“Great. I’ll do it.” And Jensen went to pacing. Jared showed up behind you and you panicked.

“Who has the kids?”

“Called Gen. She's got them in the room. I needed to make sure you and Jensen were good. He’s cracked hasn’t he?”

“Oh wide open, he’s just starting.” You said looking up at him.

“Wait let’s go back, start from the beginning. Then I'll tell you about my buddy here. I see questions about why I left my marriage, and legally it’s irreconcilable differences.” He stopped them looking at the crowd. “But it was more than that. See I never had a cookie-cutter marriage, you know go to work come home yay! Husbands home. No nope, not mine.” He said dramatically with a humorless laugh. He paced again and you smiled just a little when his eyes met yours.

“Mine was more like putting a boat in an inch of water and under it were boulders, of all sizes, and trying to make it go anyway. I walked through that door and god help me you’d think I’d committed a felony. I tried ditching the marriage altogether, day of the wedding, I had this bad feeling. And my dad, hi dad” he waved. “Talked me down. Chalked it up to cold feet. Boy was he wrong. But hang on. I don’t regret it. Because I got three good things out of that marriage. Their names are Justice, Arrow, and Zeppelin. And I wouldn’t trade my kids for anything, but my marriage? It was over before it ever started. I tried, as a man, I did what I needed to do to provide for my kids, and I always will, but nothing changed. Even after the kids, it just got worse, fighting constantly, coming home, and being pushed out the door I paid for immediately. If I were on hiatus? Pfft, let’s see how we can parade Jensen around to make him make more money. That’s what I was. A bank, what I made from supernatural wasn’t enough, what I made here, not enough, it was never enough.” He stopped for a moment. His heel hitting the stage hard.

“We legally separated at the end of 2020, didn’t mean I stopped trying to make it different, until I did, y'all remember Nashville 2023? I flew in on Thursday night, and everyone was so excited that I was back to my normal self. Yeah, that’s because I called it quits for good, and I never looked back.” He was pacing again and you knew this was Jensen's confession hour in a safe no no-phone space.

“My ex, who’s right over there, in case y'all didn’t clock her being here. Why? I’m sure y'all can guess, I didn’t want to leave, I wanted it to change. Wishful thinking I mean, I didn't want my kids coming from a broken home, no parent wants that, they don't have kids expecting it. But I didn’t love her, I don’t, how could I when all I got was. You need to work, you have responsibilities, I’d get a day and I needed to work that day too to keep up, My kids heard the fights, they heard the accusations. The night I left, JJ came into the room I stayed in,” he said with a sigh. Running his hand over his face. And your hands clenched knowing that was too much for him.

But he pressed on. Determined to make his point. “When your kid looks at you, and says Dad, it's okay, you can leave for good this time. That she and her siblings can't stand the fighting their mother causes when I show up. They shouldn't have to witness it. You want to fight, let's go outside, away from them. JJ saw her push me that night when I left, and called me the next morning she’d been up. Asked me if I was alright. My daughter, my baby, called me and asked me if I was okay. That's my job. My responsibility. Not hers. Y'all always hear me say she's wise beyond her years. It's because she grew up on a battlefield that Danneel created. And it didn't fucking stop when I left, it didn't stop when I signed those final papers, hell it didn't stop when I gave her my production company, that I paid for, so I could have my brewery. Y'all know which ones still standing? The brewery. I sold chaos in August. Behind her back because the money I put into it she was spending instead of doing a damn thing to make it successful. To make her own money, I was still fronting the bill. So I sold it, that was a convention fight in Austin. Some of you probably saw Bonnie and Stella go up against her. We should have just let Bonnie handle it.” he looked at you with an amused smirk. Your head shook, folding your arms “We don't fight fire with fire.”

“Oh but I am tonight darlin'.” he grinned. “I provide more than enough for my kids. She couldn’t even explain where the money went. If I’m the bad guy in that fine. After Austin I went to Toronto, y'all know Stella and I are together, so we're talking as much as we can, trying to plan a day even, to just see each other. And I broke, because I've never had someone in my life relationship-wise, who wanted me around. So earlier this week I took off from filming three days early to go home. Relax, see my girl, no drama, no Danneels world bullshit. Because while I was working our time would get cut short constantly on the phone because my ex-wife was blowing up my phone back to back until I answered. Kids are my only reason I have to talk to her. The only one. It was never about my kids. I moved on, and she cranked up the crazy, which is what got us here, to Steve. Tuesday, Bonnie, Stella and I went to the mall in Austin, and as we were walking around, my kids all but tackled me to the ground.” he shook his head then with a laugh.

The kind that made a strong man look broken. One that made the hair stand up on your arms. Jared's hands found your shoulders, keeping you in place.

“Let me explain one thing. I'm telling all this, because of what happened today. I’m here right now because what happened today will never happen again. No one thought I knew but even if Stella didn't want to bring me into this childish bullshit she dealt with. Because that's how much she tries to protect me? She has four friends right there who protect her. So yeah, I'm the one that broke Steve's nose, busted his lip, y'all can't see that and I gave him this shiner. Turns out that video she posted. Was Danneel and Steve. Back in 2022. And when my kids tackled me, in Austin, when they were supposed to be in Connecticut? That affair was proven. Y'all can see why I lost it when I found out my ex and someone I thought was my best friend were together.” He pointed behind him. A still picture from the video showed up on the screen behind him. Brightened and focused to show Steve with Danneel in that hotel room.

“I mean Cmon guys Stella's hair is darker. It's not orange. And that, well that's Stevie boy here. She told y'all Stella and I had the affair, right? Showed messages of me admitting it. Cause phone records are a wonderful thing. Those messages were sent and received from Danneel's number. I saw the messages. I'm not Jensen on her phone. I know that for a fact, I'm named a piece of shit ex.” he laughed again angrier this time. “Shit, if y'all knew the woman y'all stood behind today.” he was pacing again.

The room was dead silent. Cliff was next to Danneel. Jared held you there and Jensen was just pacing. But he didn't say anything. Not for a while. His hand was on his hip as he stopped in the center of the stage.

“You know, everyone Stella talked to today, had something bad to say about both of us, and that’s fine, and yeah I heard it too, i don’t care about the lies my ex wife told neither does she, or the lengths danneel went to make it look believable, or even the fact people Stella considered friends turned on her, what we do care about, is the fact her house was posted, and all this shit was said in front of my children. They didn’t ask for this, neither did Stella, and they damn sure don’t deserve it. And I’ll be damned if this continues. Support it or don’t, end of the day it won’t affect us. I’ll tell y'all like I told Danneel Wednesday, this is my life. Not anyone else’s. I don’t have to ask anyone for permission. And I won’t. I didn’t know who I was, I didn’t recognize the man looking back at me in the mirror. I had no control over myself, what I wanted, for way too long. I ain’t doing that again.”

You were tearing up now, because he was breaking down. You knew the crack in his voice, you knew the look in his eyes. He’d had it. You looked around at everyone, the room was full, people standing, cast and crew. And eyes were teary, some were full-on sobbing with you. Hell Bonnie was covering her face and Bonnie didn’t cry.

“While everyone else was worried about whether I was dating again at JIB last year, she was worried about whether I’d eaten properly. Simple to you all but on this side of things we don’t get that.” His voice was quieter now. “After the shit I’d been through, I saw this woman who was a light to a pitch black tunnel, reminded me of who I was, doesn’t tell me I’m a bad actor, doesn’t make remarks to hurt me, she stands next to me, when I’m getting hit on all sides by Danneel, she’s reminding me it’s all a lie, she will stand between us, she will put her in her place, which is why all this shit happened, Stella put her in her place the day Danneel got busted, not knowing where my kids where, or that they saw me, but that one.” He pointed to you. Eyes all around you. Making you instinctively stand straighter.

“Can tell you where they are, who they’re with, what they’re doing, and if they aren’t around she’s checking on them. Even through the shit today, she knew my kids were alright first even when she was upstairs in pain. She checked on them. Which reminds me. Last thing, and this is what pissed me off so bad I’m standing here. It’s why every single cast member and crew member is standing in this room.” He looked over but not at you. Jared’s hand squeezed your arms. Before looking at the girls when you looked up.

“Danneel didn’t just cross a line with lies, no, she’s too low for that, somehow, she found the one person Stella hasn’t talked to since she was 17, brought her here after feeding her all of these lies. Now she gave me the green light on this. Because this person here, and don’t worry I know who you are now.” He zoned in on your mother in the fourth row. Stella doesn’t talk to her family, she left at 17, and I know it’s easy for people to misunderstand her or think she’s just being quiet or distant—but the truth is, most people have not a single person here who knows what she’s had to carry. Not to the level she lived. Not even me.

She didn’t grow up in a safe or supportive environment. Her parents weren’t just distant or negligent—they were outright abusive. There were moments of anger, control, manipulation… times when she was made to feel like her feelings didn’t matter, or worse, that she was something to be ashamed of. She didn’t have what she wanted or even needed. And in between those moments? Silence. Emotional neglect. Stella had to parent herself from a young age just to get through the day. She has a neck injury that will put her down for days, from her dad slamming her into a kitchen counter when she was nine.” Your hand came up to your mouth stifling a sob, Jared pulled you back against him without hesitation. As the girls piled around you. And you listened to every word he said as you cried.

Jensen looked over then. His jaw is ticking. Wanting to say screw it and leave with you but, he needed to finish what he started. No matter how hard it was.

“Danneel found her mother, brought her here, and everything she’d grown from over the last 18 years. Shattered. It’s her mom, regardless of what happened when your mother tells you, what she told Stella, it sticks, and when I finally got to her.” You looked at him when he stopped. He was pacing, head down mic down by his side.

And no matter how many times you’d heard your mother's words today, giving you every reason to believe otherwise, you knew Jensen loved you. If he didn’t he wouldn’t be up on stage as emotional as he was. This was him fighting. This was him putting an end to what she started. You wiped your eyes, looking at him fully, just as he looked at you. Only for a second, but it was enough.

“Anyone who knows Stella knows she fights for what’s right, she protects the people she loves, and doesn’t care if it hurts. She’s done it for me, time and time again. No matter what she’s been through, she shows up for everyone else. That's the person you want behind you when hell comes, she’s had to build walls to survive. When the people who were supposed to protect her were the ones who hurt her, trusting anyone—even someone who loves her—is incredibly hard for her. Just like it is for me, hers were her parents, mine was my ex-wife, and in all the shit I went through, I’ve never seen half of what that woman has.

And what I admire about her most is that despite all of that, everything she's been through since she was a kid, to today. She’s still standing. She’s still trying. She still has this incredible capacity for love, and I didn’t think I did. But reality is that I didn’t know that love could feel like this. But it does, and when I saw the marks on her face from her mother, and the pain in her eyes from her neck, I knew what she felt the day this happened.” He pointed to Steve with a small laugh. “When Danneel tried shoving me away from him. So I’m here, making it known, you can choose sides, walk out that door, point fingers say whatever the hell you want to. But Danneel wanted to start a war, break us down, hurt us in ways she thought would tear us apart, and that ends tonight. I'm being nice about a lot of this. I could say a lot more but it's not worth it. They’re not worth it. Because I have my kids, and I have her. And honestly, the strength it takes to come out here after the hell she went through today, to stand there, all eyes on her like she’s already forgotten it all, and still choose to be good to people—that’s something I’ll never stop respecting And the fact that she’s even here, watching me have the closest thing to a mental breakdown I’ve ever had, somehow still looking at me like I hung the damn moon speaks volumes about who she really is. This is over, you feel you have to choose sides there’s the door, this is a family, and family cares. They don’t turn their backs because someone got ass hurt that she got busted and her ex moved on. It didn’t work Danneel. You wanted me to fight, this is me fighting. But it ain’t for you. It’s for her, for my kids, and for myself. This is over, they all know who you really are now. And I sugar-coated a lot of it, and you know it. Tomorrow better be different, or I ain’t coming back.”

Jensen dropped his mic on the stool and walked off the stage taking your hand and pushing the side door open. He walked with you beside him. The hallway was empty, and the room inside didn't move. And Jensen's back hit the wall, away from it all pulling you to his chest. You didn’t talk, again you didn’t have to. You both understood. The moment of silence was exactly what you both needed.

Until you heard a high-pitched shriek each of you looked towards the room, and Bonnie’s voice was all you heard loud, angry, and final.

“I'm dragging the bitch to the curb. Don't touch me. I earned this. Nobody hurts my best friends and gets away with it.”

You looked up at Jensen. Who looked away from you? “I don't hear shit.” he chuckled placing his hand on the side of your head pulling you back to his chest.

“You're a menace.” you giggled.

“You heard Bonnie, she earned it. I didn't see shit I left. I'm not getting my face ripped off because I messed with the terrorizing demon. Hell no. I know better.” he laughed.

You looked up at him again, his eyes meeting yours. “Thank you. That was a hell of a lot more than I expected. But, I didn't expect you to go into the marriage.”

“They needed to see she isn't a good person, I've kept it to myself, my parents didn't know, not the extent of it, now they do, The best thing I ever did was walk away.”

It wasn't long before the concert started. The two of you went to get the kids, assuring them you were both okay, Gen wasn’t as easy to persuade. But you were. And Jensen hadn’t wiped the smile off his face since you entered the elevator. Where his parents were waiting as soon as it opened again.

A/n: I need a therapist. And a drink. Send help. Currently begging my brain to let me have a happy chapter next