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           ❝  Maybe -- and this is just a thought -- just maybe you were put on earth for more than FUCKING,  Jackson. ❞  flickering emerald eyes refused to acknowledge the random woman draped on the bathroom doorway,  her main concern was a groggy ( and half-naked ) Jax sprawled across the corner of the bed.  Was he even listening ??   Did he even care ??

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          ❝ Little birdie told me the carnival’s in town. Same bird said you’d LIVE if y’missed a day of school. ❞

                 she wasn’t paying much attention,  a stray bottle cap from last night’s festivities was enough to keep her entertained,  spinning in and out of slender fingers.  a familiar voice coaxed her attention upwards,  a grin threatening to crease her features at the sight of him.  ❝ WAIT. Y’er serious ?? ❞

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        ❝  What can I do y’ for,  SUGAR ??  ❞  her sweet Texan twang almost as strategically placed as the dingy copper name-tag that sat atop her breast  ❝  The name’s RANDY. Didn’t think I’d be given the pleasure of serving someone as handsome as you tonight.  ❞  the compliments were laid on thick,  ( comes with the territory of being a server )  hefty tips weren’t given out to just anyone these days and Ryan RANDY needed to pocket enough cash from this shit-hole town in less than a week to keep running from that crazy ex.  

         her elbows are now propped on the side of the booth,  cleavage teasing the hem of her uniform just enough to draw his attention from her pen that began to impatiently hammer against her tattered notepad. ❝  Think I’ve seen y’ in here before. You from around here ??  ❞

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And she in all her magic, with hands as quick as light, took him to be a challenge and went into the night

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      He stayed silent, replaying every word and coming up with       anything he could throw back. As much as he’d love to hurt       her in the same way, every last thing he thought up was a       lie while she shot him down with nothing but the truth.              “Would you rather me stick around and fuck up the only good       thing I ever had goin’ for me? There’s not a damn thing you       can say to me that I haven’t already  said to myself. I screwed       up, alright? I should’ve been here for him and you the minute I       got back, but I can’t. This isn’t – I’m not  f  a  t  h  e  r  material.       An’ the second I showed my face would open up a whole world       you shouldn’t even know about.”              Too late to take it back now.              Too late to save them if he tried.              He already had to erase Lisa’s memory                   and lose the son that was never his.              He’d sooner die than do the same to Ryan.       “It was a mistake comin’ back. Sorry I wasted your time.” He       started to leave but paused to pull off his jacket. “Don’t tell ‘im       I was here. Just – Can you give this to him? Without the 'hero’       lie this time. Tell him the truth. His father didn’t save a damn soul       He was an idiot." 

A shattered sob caught at the back of her throat, angry tears welling up in the pits of her eyes, a quivering hand still lingering in the air as she took the coat from him -- the weight of the leather beneath her fingers held that of the world.  ❝ NO. ❞ She barked, letting the fabric slip from her grasp to pool between their feet.  ❝ Don’t you dare leave this on me. Not again. ❞ As each word spit from her lips, she stomped closer, a single digit now jabbing into his shoulder.  ❝ If you’re gonna runaway ( LIKE ALWAYS ) you can tell him what a ASSHOLE you are, yourself. ❞ The brunette’s lips began to tremble from the force of broken cries that began to well in her chest, tears finally spilling onto rosy cheeks.  ❝ I will not be the bad guy anymore.  ❞  Ryan would have continued, but a soft tug at her shift reminded her they weren’t alone. The chaos must have woken Aiden from his nap. Her breath hitched, a gasp was all she could offer, her arms now jutting behind her to shield Aiden -- from what ?? his own father ?? the situation at hand ?? -- There was nothing she could do, but her maternal instincts insisted anyways.  ❝ Aiden. ❞

❝ Mommy, why is daddy’s coat on the floor ?? It can’t get dirty. It has to be squeaky clean for daddy when he comes home, member, mommy ?? ❞

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      He almost covered up. Well – thought about it, anyway.       Thinking about almost doing something and doing it are       the same basic thing, right? It is the thought that counts.       She’d live, and so would his dignity.                          "Nothin’ you haven’t already seen, Sweetheart.“               Try not to make it sound condescending. Maybe               then she won’t press it further.

There was no hiding the twitch of her upper lip as she fought to hide the smirk that threatened to crease her tired features, hazy green hues flicking up quickly to meet his, her gaze attempting to burn right through him.  ❝  So you just assumed it’d be alright to waltz half-naked through  MY HOUSE ?? ❞  -- it was totally ok, but she’d rather pull out her own teeth with rusty pliers than admit that --  ❝ I’m about to lose the breakfast I haven’t even eaten yet.  ❞  She wasn’t kidding, but the sight of Dean’s glistening physique wasn’t the culprit.

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     There it was – confirmation of his      own deepest fears. Despite the      sharp pain in his chest and the      knot in his throat, Dean managed      a smile. Regardless of how she      ended up like this, the last thing      she’d need to see right now was      so much as a hint of hostility.      Even if Dean aimed it at himself.         “Yeah, Dean. Dean Winchester.”      Like that would help a damn thing.      Shouldn’t have let her tag along.      This was all his fault.

❝  – Winchester ??  ❞  His name seeped from her lips in a confused purr, her brows pinching together from the weight of the scatter thoughts that teased at the brim of her mind.  ❝ ... like the  rifle  ?? ❞  slender digits curled anxiously around the hem of her gown,  nostrils flaring from frustration. knees subconsciously pulling up to her chest for security.  ❝  Why are you in my room ?  I’m not allowed visitors ------ They say I’m HIGH-RISK. ❞  Ryan’s trembling frame began to rock nervously, blonde waves tossing in her face as she shook her head ‘NO’  ❝  I could hurt you.  ❞ ... and for some reason, she couldn’t stomach that thought. Hurting HIM. Hurting Dean Winchester.

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☓ (  ʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵍʳᵒʷ¹ⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ) -- DEAN & RYAN

It was a wild ride, from the near-death experience to the drive in itself. From start to finish, Dean’s only consistent thought was what the hell have I done. He was still laughing in short bursts as they pulled up to the same garage he’d visited just a few days before. He should have been thankful for such a fast drive while he still had at least fifty minutes of time with this girl, but it was almost a shame. He was a simple man of simple tastes, and if nearly plowing through a station wagon was what it took to keep him well entertained, so be it.

One thing Dean hated more than anything — meeting a girl’s parents. Families freaked him out more than spirits, vamps, black dogs. The whole nine yards. And there he was, watching her interact with what was obviously family. Surprise, surprise. Not once did he feel the need to make an excuse and back out of his hour-long not date.

Even if they did all scare the piss out of him.

Somewhere in the midst of Ryan’s chatter, Dean’s focus went to the line of bikes. No matter the shade thrown in their direction, Dean had already grown a strange form of respect for the local MC. If they took care of their own the way they took care of their Harleys, maybe they weren’t so different from Dean after all.

When he turned back to Ryan, she was already on her way back over, and he had just barely climbed out of the cab — When did he even do that?

“They’re pretty awesome,” he admitted, nodding his head toward the line. He’d had every intention of playing it off as an everyday interest, but he couldn’t hide the excitement to save his life. “I always wanted one — Always wanted to ride one, anyway. Haven’t since I was in high school.” He shook the idea and turned his attention back to Ryan, his arms folding over his chest. “So what’s the plan, Blondie? Take me off to the middle of nowhere, throw a ball, and take off as soon as my back’s turned?” Dean’s eyebrows raised, and the slightest hint of a jesting smile made its presence known.

                      ❝  -- Awesome ??  ❞ a breathy chuckle was all she could offer as golden strands of wild hair teased her cheeks. ❝ more like ... INCREDIBLE. ❞  && there Ryan went,  drifting into the same daydream Dean just crawled from ---- even though she wasn’t even talking about the bikes ---- but before there was even a small chance of her dipping her toes into the thought of shattering the male hierarchy,  the sweet sounding nickname lured her back to reality.

❝  where’s the fun in that ?? ❞   hazel hues bounced from Dean’s sun-kissed skin to the concrete,  only to return once again,  her hands reaching up to shade her gaze from the light.   ❝  if my plan was to get rid o’ ya,  i’d be a little more hands-on.  ❞  the free hand shot out to grasp his wrist,  tugging at his arm almost excitedly to coax him towards her pride and joy;  the only bike that stood out against the army of dyna-glides on the other side of the lot,  ( well the only one -- except Bobby’s )  her beautiful custom bobber,  ᴄʟᴀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴩᴇʜᴀɴɢᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛɪʀᴇs. The first motorcycle she ever worked on  ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ ᴶᵀ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰᵉᵈ ... -- Neither of them would expect this to be the day that would change their lives  FOREVER.

Her lengthy leg tossed over the waist of the beast,  the other still firmly planted against the gravel for balance,  a welcoming palm held out for him to grab.                                                 ❝ ---- think you can trust me ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ ??  ❞