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kickingitwithkirk · 4 years

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Deuxième Omega

Summary: Jensen is not dealing well with his unexpected divorce and before the ink is even dry, he is pushed into another union with a complete stranger.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Omega!OFC

Word Count: 3363

Warnings: A/B/O, angst, angry Jensen, cursing, alcohol abuse, parental manipulation, arranged marriage, Alpha dominance over Omega, unintended injuries.

A/N: So, get this; a lot of my original writing ideas from my weird as hell dreams about Sam Winchester but for some reason Jensen is starring in this one. I’m gonna blame the bad PMS I’m having for all the angst in this.

A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles family. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse.

*Supernatural doesn’t end in season 15 and some dates/events have been altered to fit the story.

*no beta, all mistakes are mine *photos found online

Jensen was sitting slouched on the leather couch staring at the paperwork that had been dropped off by courier this morning, official notification of the dissolution of his marriage to Danneel when Jared entered his trailer. “It’s not gonna say anything different no matter how many times you look at it.”

“I know,” Jensen sighed heavily, “never thought I’d be in this position.” He tossed the papers on the table and picked up his beer draining it in one go.

“You better not drink anymore, we’ve still got two more scenes to get through before we can leave tonight.”

Jensen rolled his head towards Jared leaning across the kitchenettes bar counter with a very concerned expression.

Jensen had always been a social drinker, he did love his beer, the slight softness over his toned stomach was the biggest indicator. But there had been constant uptick in his drinking during the mandatory two year waiting period for an Alpha/Beta divorce. So far, it hadn’t seriously interfered with work but there had been several instances of his obvious imbidding that Jared, Alex, even Misha ended up pumping him full of coffee to get him through.

“Then let’s get them done so I can get really fucked up before that shit show happens tomorrow.”

“Jack, give this new marriage a chance. Your dad said she’s a good match right? You never know, maybe it’ll work out like Gen and me.” Jared’s marriage had been a private match and he was happy with the Omega that his family had chosen.

Jensen snorted, getting up and walking out of his trailer, “Yeah, you lucked out with her, not always the case. Look at me, I’m getting a second hand Omega.”

*** To say the atmosphere in the private arrivals area was strained was an understatement. The Ackles were seating several feet apart awaiting their son.

“Mommy…daddy, how’s it..go..going?” They both turned in unison to see their very drunk middle child staggering towards them followed closely by Jared and Clif.

“Jensen Ross Ackles, how could you show up in this condition!” Donna Ackles snapped as he gave her a cheeky smile before passing out. “Fuck!” Jared blurted out, catching him before he face planted onto the tiled floor.

“Jared Tristan Padalecki you’re to blame for this!”

“I’m the one who’s been there for him, not the one forcing him to do something he’s not ready for! This is on you, I’ve tried to get him to stop but he’s hurting like hell and you don’t care!”

“You can’t speak to me that way young man! I always knew you came from trash and this proves it.”

Jared let his inner Alpha surface, eyes glowing red in anger, “If you ever speak disparagingly about my family again…” Clif quickly stepped in between them giving Jared a look.

“I’ve had it with you inserting yourself in our family business! I’ll make sure you never have contact with Jensen outside of work ever again!”

“You go ahead and try, Jensen’s forty two years old and more than capable of making his own choices. The only reason he’s agreed to this is because you’ve duped him into believing this is the only way to uphold your family’s social standing in the Dallas Pack because all you care about is how you look to those fucking country club bitches!”

“Alan, could you please bring the car around so we can get away from this embarrassing situation.” The older Alpha gripped his mates arm giving her a firm look of disapproval and steered her towards the exit. They could still hear her grousing, “how dare he deliver Jensen in this state,” as they went out the door.

Jared hefted his friend over his broad shoulder and carried Jensen back out the private entrance as the SUV pulled up. Clif opened the back door and helped Jared place him in the vehicle, carefully laying him across the seat.

“How bad has it been for him?” Alan inquired after Clif shut the door so his mate couldn’t hear.

Jared pulled off his beanie, running both hands through his hair, not hiding his frustration before answering, “He’s been in a downward spiral, drinking continuously, got him to stick to beer. I found him looking at the divorce papers and as you see… ”

Alan sighed heavily. Jensen’s divorce came out of nowhere, everything on the surface appeared good between him and Danneel but in hindsight he realized there were telltale signs all along, the biggest was her reluctance to have children.

Anytime anyone inquired she waved it off, saying she wanted to wait till Supernatural had ended, it wouldn’t be fair to leave all the responsibility for rearing their pups predominantly on her, she wanted Jensen there, to be a hands-on father.

Alphas were involved to an extent in care and raising of pups, but it was unusual for one to be as hands on as the Betas or Omegas were.

Jensen was one of those exceptions. Whenever with his siblings, he was right in there helping, never turning down a chance to play with them, even princess tea parties with his only niece. When on vacation or at conventions with Jared and his mate, he always was willing to help with their pups.

“I want to formally apologize for what Donna said, she overstepped the lines of etiquette. This is no excuse but she doesn’t know how to handle this situation. Jensen’s always been her favorite and she personally picked Danneel as his mate, it’s been a slap to her ego.”

Jared smiled, “I accept your apology Alan. Jensen’s always said his mother has been a…handful.”

Alan laughed, “That’s the diplomatic way of putting it,” he signed again, “Donna’s family always spoiled her being the only Omega, somewhere along the way she’s forgetting that being part of Dallas society doesn’t give you the right to treat others badly.”

*** Late next morning

Jensen was sitting on the edge of his hotel bed contemplating how he got here.

He thought Danneel was the one. When they were introduced by his mother a few months before his twenty seventh birthday they instantly clicked and started dating that night.

Jensen proposed six months later, couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have found a love match. Danneel stated she wasn’t ready to give up her career yet, so they compromised and decided on a long engagement.

Supernatural started filming its fourth season when Kripke announced that the series would end with season five. Danneel also found out her current role was being written out of the series she was in about the same time so they set the date for May 2010.

Jared’s surprise wedding in February that year reaffirmed Jensen’s desire to settle down and start his family in a few months. They bought a home outside Austin like Jared and his new mate Genevieve. Things were going as planned, then the unexpected happened.

A couple months before they finished filming the CW announced Supernatural was being picked up for season six under new leadership.

Jensen returned to Vancouver not long after they were married. Danneel continued working, doing guest starring roles on other series and was cast in the occasional recurring role of Jo.

Every year when the show went on hiatus Jensen would bring up about starting their own family, he was feeling the biological pull more and more. Once again, she stated it wouldn’t be fair for them to have a family and him be a drop-in father, and moving to Vancouver full time, nope, he worked too many hours.

Danneel started dabbling in other interests outside of acting and in 2018 they opened The Family Business Brewery with her family. A few months later Jensen was served with the divorce announcement.

*** “Jensen, it’s time.” He looked up and Alan was saddened by the lost look in his son’s eyes. There was a resignation in those green eyes that never existed before. Saying nothing Jensen got up, slipped on his suit jacket and walked out of the room.

Alan mentally shook himself but that nagging feeling was back once again, something wasn’t right about this whole situation.

*** The Uber stopped at the back door of the small country church. The woman in the backseat thanked the driver and got out, pulling the garment bag with her. She walked to the door and rang the bell. It opened revealing the minister’s wife.

“You’re very late, the wedding is starting in fifteen minutes.” She said, hurrying up a staircase to the second floor and entered an empty room. “Where is your family? They should have arrived already to help you get ready.”

“There is no one coming,” the woman replied as she hung the garment bag over a closet door next to the mirror attached to it. The minister’s wife’s jaw dropped in surprise, “and it won’t take me long to get ready. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

She unzipped the bag removing a veil and shoes having arrived already in her dress, chosen by the groom’s mother, and attached the veil to the headpiece holding back part of her simply styled hair. She looked at herself for a moment before pulling the front part of the veil over her face then joined the minister’s wife who was to escort her to the chapel. She placed the shoes she wouldn’t wear until after the ceremony on the small table outside the double doors and took her place in front of them.

Jensen was sitting in the first pew of the small country church wondering why this place was chosen for the wedding as Donna and Alan made their way to sit next to him. His siblings, Joshua and Mackenzie, were already seated in the one behind him with their mates as the rest of the Ackles clan that had been invited filled up the rest of the pews.

He looked over at the bride’s side. There was not a single person seated in any of those pews. He frowned, finding it strange, wondering where her family was when the intro music started.

The minister took his place and gestured for him to rise. Jensen couldn’t move, his body feeling like it was tied down with lead weights. “Jensen!” His mother hissed at him in a low tone.

Suddenly, he felt himself get up, urgently needing to get away from her as his inner Alpha became agitated, as if it sensed something was amiss.

Each secondary gender pairing had their own ceremonial traditions so he was required to remain facing forward when the music changed and the doors behind him opened.

As the guests stood Jensen focused his senses on her as she proceeded down the aisle. He couldn’t scent her, too many different scents mingling together to isolate hers. He listened to the whispering material of the dress as she slowly walked, finally stopping next to him. In his peripheral vision he could see her head bowed under the thick veil obscuring her face and hair, her hands were clasped together in front of her, devoid of a bouquet.

The minister started speaking, talking about the obligations each Alpha and Omega were required to follow as dictated by the book. Jensen inhaled sharply, realizing what was occurring.

This wasn’t the common ceremony but the ancient, traditional version that only the extreme believers still used today. There was absolutely no out for either party from once the proceedings started.

If he objected to the ceremony he would be shunned by his pack, his family would be forced to never acknowledge him again or suffer the same censure; if the marriage didn’t work and they separated, he was responsible for her care as she would be set aside from society and forced to live in isolation.

He looked over at his parents, Alan was pinching the bridge of his nose trying to quell his anger knowing that his mate had put Jensen in an impossible situation as Donna sat there with a fake, placid look.

His own mother had irrevocably bound him to this Omega for the rest of his life.

The rest of the ceremony was a blur, neither party was required to say anything, there was no exchange of rings or a kiss at the end. The minister finished the ceremony and turned to the altar signing the marriage certificate with a quill pen dipped in ink. Jensen signed next, his hand was shaking so violently in anger making his signature barely legible.

The Omega didn’t sign, only her name was required for legality and the minister filled it in. He poured a powder on it to set the ink, blew off the access, rolled it up and tied it with a piece of twine before handing it to Jensen offering his blessings for a fruitful marriage. It took every ounce of his acting ability to politely smile, shake his hand, thanking the minister for the proceedings.

He turned, marching out without acknowledging his bride and she obediently followed behind him, pausing to grab her shoes along the way and scurrying to the waiting limousine climbing in after him.

Jensen sat in the back on the farthest side pouring himself a drink from the bar as his new wife sat quietly near the still open door. A few minutes later Jensen was on his third glass of whiskey when his parents climbed in and the chauffeur shut the door. He started the limo and as they pulled out Alan pressed the button to close the privacy window between them.

The tension in the back was so palatable an icebreaker couldn’t have cut through it. “Donna how could you…” Alan was unable to say anymore, his disgust for what had happened thick in those few words. “I did nothing wrong,” she snapped back, “I only had Jensen’s best interests…”

“Like when you threatened to sabotage my friendship with Jared again? By the way, Clif’s the one who dropped the dime on what happened after I passed out last night, not Jared, so you don’t get to blame him for that too.” Jensen threw back the rest of his drink before continuing.

“Oh, don’t think I’ve ever been ignorant of your disdain for him ‘cause the clan he comes from isn’t good enough for those highfalutin bitches in your social circle. Or how you’ve persuaded me to do this only to find out you took it to the extreme, forcing me into an impossible situation, accept this marriage or lose everything. Congratulations mom, you are still the queen bitch, sorry, bee, your precious reputation is secure.”

They traveled the rest of the way in silence. The limousine pulled onto the grounds of the country club in front of its grand entrance. Jensen got out before the chauffeur finished putting the car in park leaving his new wife to scramble out behind him as Alan and Donna got out the other side.

Jensen finally took a good look at his bride. She was in a simple, modestly cut, long sleeved dress, the only adornments a row of buttons down the bodice, no jewelry and apparently a pair of shoes that didn’t fit as she was struggling to get them on.

She was still fussing with her left shoe when he spoke in a stern voice, “Since our wedding was in the traditional, we’ll continue with its edicts. You are not to remove that veil, acknowledge or speak to anyone. You will not leave my side for any reason. Where I go, you go, three steps behind me. Nod once if you understand.” She nodded once.

“Son, I think…”

“Dad, as the traditional also states, I’m well within my rights to make demands of my Omega without interference, am I not?”

Alan acquiesced, “Yes, you are.”

“So” Jensen rubbed his hands together, “let’s go celebrate this disaster, shall we.” Putting on a fake smile, he went into the venue to greet his family with his Omega obediently three steps behind him.

*** Several hours later

“This shit has got to stop cause I swear it’s the only time I’m doing this dad.” Josh grunts, annoyance thickening his voice as he helped guide his inebriated brother to his hotel room. “Come on.. have ‘nother drunk, ‘posed to be celebrating my disaster marriage to that…’mega..don’t even want her.”

“Jensen, shut the fuck up! I’m not gonna stand here and let you insult your mate.” Josh snapped at him.

Jensen ripped his arm loose, “ ‘en go, not stopping you…and she’s not my mate,” his free arm waves unsteadily as he points towards his new wife standing by the main door, “my real mate took my money, my home, my fucking heart!!!”

Josh turned his back on his brother, “Jensen, I can’t stand seeing you like this, you need to get it together.” He headed for the main door, pausing to speak to his brother’s new wife, “I’m sorry he’s taken his anger out on you now. My brother is a good man, an honorable Alpha,” he stepped close to her and lowered his voice, “there is far more to this than what you’ve been told, please be patient with him.” He left slamming the door behind him.

“Fuck him,” Jensen muttered staggering into the bedroom and sitting on the edge of the bed slumped over.

“Jensen, your brother is right, you have got to pull yourself together. Therefore, as the Alpha of our clan, you are banned from our family. When you are back to being yourself, the Alpha you once were, you may appeal for re-admittance.”

Alan then did something he hadn’t done since Jensen was a small child, he bent over and placed a kiss on his son’s head, “I love you and I want my son back.” Nodding to his new daughter in law he left.

It hurt him tremendously knowing he wouldn’t see his son for a long time but it was for his own good. Now his Omega was the only one who could help him mend. Hopefully Jensen would see this marriage wasn’t the biggest mistake he’s imagined it to be.

Jensen didn’t move until he heard someone shuffling their feet. He looked up squinting at his new wife still standing by the bedroom door. Sitting up straight he grunted at her and passed out, falling backwards on the mattress. She slowly walked over and hesitated a moment before reaching out touching his shoulder, shaking him.

Getting no response she sat down near him lifting her right foot, gingerly removing the ill fitting shoe with a gasp and then repeated with her left. The blisters on both her heels that had busted open earlier were raw and had bleed. She detached her veil and wadded it up, stuffing it in a shoe and bent over untying Jensen’s and removed them too.

Standing up she gripped both his jacket lapels and hefted him upright to lean against her as she worked it off letting him flop back down and unbuttons his shirt leaving him sleep the case of everything he drank off. She left a pain reliever and bottled water on the nightstand.

Quietly shutting the bath door she found the dress had too many small buttons down the back. She laughed mirthlessly at the irony she was stuck in the dress like this marriage. Pulling the skirt up over her knees she sat on the counter to soak and clean her sore feet in the basin.

Once the worst of the ache was gone she pulled the drain and climbed off to finish washing up the best she could. The mirror reflects back the emotional toll of the last few months in her eyes.

She went over to the bed only to find her husband had moved, sprawled out over its entire surface. Searching for extra bedding and not finding any she gave up going back into the main room and curled up on the couch hoping to find a comfortable position to get some sleep for a few hours so she could briefly forget what her life had become.

Part II

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years

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Steve’s final attack; Queen x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so INTENSE CHAPTER HERE. PROBABLY THE DARKEST CHAPTER I’LL EVER WRITE FOR THIS SERIES! GUN VIOLENCE AND SHOOTING IS IN THIS CHAPTER SO YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Potential death/paralysis, guns shown and spoken of, stalker themes shown (like I said this is a DARK chapter).

Again I’ve got trigger warnings below so if you want to block it out, i’ve got stalker, gun violence and shooting as my #tw:. Now to those who do wish to proceed with reading this chapter, you have been warned and proceed with caution, it’s a LOT to take in and just one more section to go with this chapter then I PROMISE from here on out it’ll be nothing as evil as this chapter. ALSO IMAGE SHOWN IN STORY IS NOT MINE. CREDIT GOES TO THE OWNER!!

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*June 7th, 1993. Madison Square Garden, New York*

This was insanity. I should’ve seen the signs earlier, maybe if I hadn’t switched to coming here to Hollywood records maybe none of this would’ve happened. Steve Harrison has gone too far now and now I’m deathly afraid of what he’ll do next.

I had told the cops and the judge myself to expect the next call to be my dead corpse lying in wait with a bloody message saying I TOLD YOU SO. He’s been biding his time but I’m resorted to looking over my shoulder every time I go out in public.

I was in my dressing room trying to calm my nerves down before I had to go up on stage when a knock came at my door. I jolted and asked.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me and Jensen baby.” I sighed with relief.

“Come in.” the door opened and there stood my darling husband and cousin in law. Jensen was all geared up in a security uniform and had his Ruger SR1911 steel gun strapped to his pouch.

“Hey kid, how you doing?” Jensen asked me.

“I’ll be better once the show’s over.”

“Hey, don’t worry. As your new head of security I’ve got every cop in NYC on your side, plus some of my boys who have been firing guns for years. We’re not gonna let that creep anywhere near you again.” he said as he placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him and took his hand.

“Thank you. Are the kids safe?”

“Yeah, Danneel has them in the front row.” He said to me.

“Good.”

“Jensen can you give us a minute alone?” Jack said to him.

“Okay, sure. I’ll get into position and get the boys ready.” Jensen gave me a sideways hug and kiss to the top of my head before leaving my dressing room. Jack came up and sat down in front of me and said.

“There’s no way I can talk you out of this, is there?”

“No, you can’t.”

“Not even if I can convince you that you could just do your show from here. I’m sure the audience would think it would be adorable if you did. Cause I could be close beside you.”

“Jack, we don’t have the tech to make all that happen and you know it.”

“I know I’m sorry. But you can’t blame me for trying right?”

“I suppose not.” I cupped his cheek and he leaned up against my touch. “This is the last show of the tour. I promise once this is all over, we can go back to England and stay there.”

“How about we go to Capri. No better place right? Isolated, peaceful, our island of paradise. And this time we can make new memories with the kids.” I smiled and said.

“That sounds fabulous.”

“All for you my love.” He kissed me softly and that’s when I heard a knock and the voice of one of the volunteers.

“Mrs. Kline. You’re up in 30 seconds.” Jack and I quickly separated and I sighed.

“I’m coming.” Jack and I stared into each other’s eyes before he silently took my hand and we left my dressing room.

I now stood backstage getting myself pumped up and trying to get rid of the fear and anxiety of Steve out of my head.

“I’ll be right here watching you baby. And promise me, if you see anything that makes you the slightest uncomfortable, you get off the stage and come to me.” Jack said as he placed his hands on my upper arms.

“I promise Jack. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He cupped my face and we kissed as the announcer’s voice proclaimed.

“AND NOW DIRECTED FROM LONDON, ENGLAND AND WHO MADE HER MARK HERE. PLEASE GIVE IT UP FOR THE ANGEL OF ROCK! (Y/N) KLINE!!!” the crowd cheered louder and I took that as my cue to race onto the stage and I posed for the crowd.

“HELLO MSG! My home away from home! Are you ready to rock and roll!?” the crowd cheered and I opened up with ‘Who I am’.

*3rd Person POV*

As soon as (Y/n) went onto the stage, Jack stared at his wife with worry but admiration as he muttered.

“So much.” Unclipping a walkie-talkie given to him by Jensen he turned the radio on and said. “Jensen, you copy?”

‘Loud and clear kid. All security is in position.’

“Good. This. Ends. Tonight. I don’t care how long it takes us, Steve is going down tonight. Dead or alive.”

As the concert continued, Jensen who was now walking standing alongside Jack checked in with the rest of the guards.

“Sector one report in.”

‘Copy you Jensen, negative signs of him.’

“Okay Gary, but keep your eye on that door. Don’t you dare take your eyes off of it for a second. Sector 2 how you guys doing?”

‘That’s a negative of him coming in through this way either.’

“He got through the screen room last time Jason, I want two men on that door all night.” Jack said into the walkie-talkie.

“George how you doing?” there was radio silence. “Yo George come in.” Jensen said again. But again there was radio silence. “Damnit George! Answer your radio!”

“Any nearby units we’re not getting a response from sector 3. Go and check on him!” Jack said urgently. Jack and Jensen looked at each other worriedly before a voice said.

‘Officer down! Repeat officer down!!’

“What do you mean he’s down!?” Jensen snapped. At this point Jack was getting real anxious. He turned to his wife who was singing her cover of ‘Somebody to love’ at the piano.

“How the fuck did he get in?!” Jack said as he combed his hand through his hair anxiously.

“All units we have a man down in sector 3. Close all perimeters!” Jensen’s voice said.

‘This is Sam of sector six. I have eyes on him. He’s in uniform!’

“What? He’s in officer uniform!?” Jensen’s voice cried out.

‘Affirmative! SHOTS FIRED! SHOTS FIRED!’ Jack turned on his radio and said.

“Gordon! I don’t care if you make a scene get my wife off that stage immediately!” Jack snapped. When Jack turned around back towards the stage, he would soon be forever haunted by a scene that would haunt him forever.

Almost as if in slow motion an officer making sure that his face was hidden through the jacket and hat came up onto the stage and walked towards (y/n).

Just as she was holding out the final vibrato note like she did when he proposed to her ten years ago, the officer soon took out a 9mm pistol and fired one shot into her side.

A loud bang echoed through the stadium and as (y/n) dropped from the piano bench, people screamed in a panic.

*My POV*

I felt a sudden rush of pain as I collapsed onto the ground. There was this wetness at my side followed by pain. I could hear people screaming but the only thing I saw were the eyes of Steve Harrison. They were soulless and empty. It was like looking into the eyes of a true monster.

“Should’ve killed me when you had the chance bitch.” He raised the gun and I heard another loud bang before feeling pain in my stomach and then my vision went bright before I closed my eyes.

*3rd Person POV*

After shooting her, Steve looked right at Jack who was just standing there in shock at what had just happened. Steve grinned before leaning down and actually took off (y/n)’s wedding ring before taking off running.

Jack raced over to his wife. As much as he wanted to chase after Steve for shooting the love of his life, his first and main concern was (y/n).

“(Y/n)! (Y/n) baby! Baby please can you hear me?” Jensen came down along with the head of medical who took her pulse.

“I’m barely getting a pulse. Call 911!” Jack knew he couldn’t wait that long.

Going off pure adrenaline and desperate to save his wife, Jack picked up his bleeding wife and raced out of the concert venue.

“Jack where you going!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” As soon as Jack came out of the massive screaming crowd that was still trying to run away from the stadium, he took off down 43rd street as fast as he could.

Having been to New York loads of times with (y/n) it was like he could navigate the city with his eyes closed.

“Move! Move! Move!” he would say to crowd of people who were just going about their normal walks around the city or tourists trying to get pictures. When some of them recognized (Y/n), they tried to ask Jack what was wrong but he told them to fuck off.

Jack raced through traffic and down a steep hill till finally after running the full 20 blocks, he reached the hospital. He quickly raced inside through the doors and screamed out.

“HELP! HELP MY WIFE NEEDS HELP! HELP!” immediately doctors and nurses came in with a gurney and a doctor asked him.

“What happened?”

“She—she was performing on stage. She—her stalker. He shot her.”

“Gunshot wounds to the side and stomach.” A male nurse said as they got her on the bed. The doctor shined a light into her eyes while a female nurse checked her pulse.

“I’m not getting a pulse.”

“Let’s move her!” the doctor said. Soon she was wheeled into the ICU, all of them barking out orders hoping they could save her life. All the while, Jack desperately tried to follow his wife but a receptionist came and stopped him.

“(Y/n). (Y/n) my baby.”

“Sir you need to stay out here. Don’t worry they’re gonna do their best to save her. It’ll be okay.”

Hours ticked by and soon the hospital waiting room was surrounded by the entire Rock Angel team. Jack who was still covered in his wife’s blood stared down at his stained hands trembling. Jensen turned to his little cousin and couldn’t find the words to say. But he reached out and placed a hand to his shoulder in comfort.

Feeling the tears in his eyes, Jack rushed out of the hospital and outside into the cool New York air. Repeatedly he kept hearing the two gunshots in his head, and the evil look on Steve’s face as he just carelessly shot another human being, a woman, his wife without a care in the world.

It was like shooting a game animal to him. Jack collapsed to his knees and wept his heart out.

Back inside, all the news stations were covering the story of the shooting at MSG. At this point Jensen was getting sick and tired of it.

“Hey! Can you turn that crap off!?” he snapped at the receptionist. She looked at him and obeyed his wishes. “And while you’re at it can you go back there and tell them just what the hell is taking them so long!?”

“Sir, the doctors are doing everything they can. They’ll come out when they can stabilize Mrs. Kline.” Jensen growled and nearly punched the wall until one of his old friends Gary stopped him.

“Easy man. Easy. Don’t take it out on her. It’s best they try to see if (y/n) will make it then give us the updates.”

“DON’T YOU DARE SAY THAT WORD!” Jensen screamed at him. Jensen then collapsed back into his chair whimpering. “Not if. There can’t be an if.” Jensen clasped his hands together as his leg bounced up and down and he too felt tears prick at the corner of his eyes.

As morning came across the Big Apple, the news was literally eating the story alive. NYPD was on a statewide manhunt for Steve Harrison, and to make matters worse, the press had found out just which hospital the Rock Angel was at.

They were swarming outside wanting a story from the husband or any of her team members.

With the story of the Rock Angel ‘assassination’ now going worldwide, it wouldn’t be long till the story reached back to England.

It had been over 10 hours since Jack had gotten his wife to the hospital and with the situation of the press being contained outside, Jack who now had the kids with him continued to wait in the waiting room.

Little Kelly who was the most traumatized by the whole thing, clung onto her daddy’s arm and finally spoke for the first time since the incident.

“Is mummy gonna be with uncle Freddie?” Jack looked down at his baby girl. He could see the redness in her eyes from her crying and he said as he held his baby girl closer.

“I don’t know baby girl. I hope not. I mean—as much as I’m sure he’d love to see her, I don’t think he’d want it to happen this quickly.”

“What’s the update with our Rock Angel?” a voice soon spoke up. Jack and Kelly turned around as did some of the team members and they were surprised to see Elton John and Bernie Taupin. Kelly raced up towards them and she hugged her uncle Elton who immediately picked her up and held her.

“Uncle Elton, an evil monster he shot……”

“I know darling, I know. Uncle Bernie and I saw it on the telly.” He said as he rubbed her back comfortingly.

“You guys came all the way from St. Louis just to be here?” asked Jack.

“Darling we came for the whole family. Besides count yourself lucky that it’s me and not the in-laws.”

“Oh God!” Jack began to realize that Brian, Deacy and Roger might’ve heard about this story by now. He lowered his hands in his head. Elton looked down at Jack and said.

“Bernie, why don’t you take the mini-angel and her brothers, and go out and get them some ice cream.”

“But what if mum wakes up?” Elton rubbed her back again and said.

“Then I’ll be sure to call you straight away if any news on your mother comes around. Trust me dear after the night you’ve had, you deserve an ice cream.” Kelly looked down and nodded. “That’s my little bunny.” He kissed her cheek before setting her down, “Off you pop then.” Bernie softly smiled at her and took her hand and Bernie called out to the boys.

“Georgie, Jackson, come on.” The two 3 year old’s got off their chairs and went over to the pair. Jackson took his sister’s hand while Bernie picked up Georgie in his free arm and the four of them left the hospital. Elton then walked up to Jack and said.

“Come with me.” Jack wiped his tearstains and stood up from his chair. Feeling his legs falling asleep already, Elton steadied him and the two of them walked along the hallway till they came to the first boys bathroom they could find.

They entered inside and Elton locked the door giving them some privacy.

“How could I let this happen?” Jack said as he leaned against the sink. “I knew something bad was going to happen, deep down I knew. Why didn’t I try harder to convince her?”

“Because you married the most stubborn woman I have ever had the privilege of knowing. Her stubbornness rivals that to my dearest friend who was once both of yours. That’s probably why I liked her so much.” Jack shook his head feeling a slight smile come at the corner of his mouth.

“I just—I can’t lose her. What if—”

“Now don’t you go talking like that! The world already lost Freddie Mercury. I’ll be damned if we have to lose the Rock Angel too. She’s a fighter! She always has been. So don’t you dare go talking bollocks on me boy!” Elton snapped. He walked up to Jack and tightly gripped his shoulders encouragingly.

“I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose her.” Jack whispered out in a choke.

“You won’t. But you listen and you listen good Jack Kline.” He lifted Jack’s chin up with his index finger. “You’re allowed to cry and weep, that’s not gonna make you weak. But you also need to remember this, you are not the only one affected by this. You have three innocent little eyes that had to see that gruesome sight that no child should ever, ever have to see.”

“Kelly? Jackson and Georgie. Dear god they’re never gonna recover from this.”

“In time they will. But right now they are feeling just as much fear and sadness as you are. Bernie’s buying you some time with a little bribery to make them forget for a moment. But when they get back, I want you to clean yourself up. And be the dad they need right now.” Jack looked up into Elton’s blue eyes that shone with strength.

Jack sniffled and nodded.

“Okay.”

“Good boy. That’s a boy.” Elton said as he gave Jack a comforting pat before bringing him into a tight hug. Jack buried his face into Elton’s suit while Elton rested his head against Jack’s. He gave him a comforting kiss on the top of his head before helping Jack clean up.

After helping him clean up, the two of them left the bathroom and walked back to the waiting room.

Another two hours have passed, making it now 12 hours since the Rock Angel had been admitted into the hospital. Elton and Bernie remained with Jack and the kids until finally the doctor came out.

“Family of (Y/n) Kline?” at that point the entire waiting room stood up. It was then the entire Rock Angel team stood up from the security, to the costumers, and roadies. The doctor was surprised until finally Jack came up and said.

“I’m her husband.”

“Your wife has been given a blood transfusion to replace the amount of blood she lost. She went into shock a few times during the procedure but we managed to keep her stable.”

“Is she—is she awake?” at that point the doctor sighed solemnly.

“Mr. Kline. The second bullet your wife took just barely penetrated some major organs. Any centimeter deeper would’ve killed her. We’ve put her into a coma and—I’m sorry to say that only time will tell if she’ll wake up.” This was something Jack did not want to hear. He was desperate to hear that his wife was gonna be okay and that she was awake and alive.

“Can we at least go see her?” Jensen asked.

“We’re setting her up in a room right now. Give us 10 minutes and you can. But three at a time.” The Doctor advised looking back at everyone.

“Okay, thank you doctor. Thank you.” The doctor nodded and walked away but he stopped and said.

“Mr. Kline.” Jack looked up at him and he continued, “Had you stayed at the stadium and waited for us, there was a great chance of her not being saved. You were really lucky this time.” The doctor then walked away leaving Jack stunned at what he had to learn.

“Who would’ve thought something like this would finally get you running.” Jensen said. Jack glared at his older cousin and he said, “Right wrong time to be bringing up all those races we had as kids.”

After several minutes waiting, a nurse came in and said that Jack and the kids could come and see (y/n) first. She led them to her room on the second floor and when they came to room 211, she opened the door and there she was.

Hooked up to wires, breathing tubes in her nose, and IV’s for fluids and blood transfusion was the Rock Angel, wife and mother.

“Mummy.” Georgie whimpered.

“Mummy owie.” Jackson said.

“Yeah boys she’s—mommy got hurt.” Kelly didn’t speak a word but slowly walked right up to her mom’s bed. This young 7 year old girl was now looking at something that only her mom once experienced before long ago. She stood at her bedside, gripped the sheets as she sniffled and whimpered.

“Mum!” she allowed her upper body to collapse on the bed as she wept into the bedsheets. Before she soon got up onto the bed and cuddled close to her mother’s left side and continued to cry.

Jack was heartbroken at seeing his little girl so upset. He took the boys and placed them up on the bed as well as he came down to his baby girl and rubbed her back, hoping that it would provide her some comfort. Meanwhile the boys cuddled close to their mom and found themselves crying for their mother.

At this point Jack didn’t know just what to do, all three of his kids had to go through something so traumatic and terrifying he was afraid it’d damage them forever.

But all he could do now was be there for them like Elton had told him earlier in the bathroom. With (y/n) in a coma, he was the only parent left to be there for them.

Hopefully, he wouldn’t be the only parent in their lives.

As each day passed, every member of the Rock Angel team got to have their time with their dearest friend and amazingly kind person to work for. Each member of the team would bring in gifts, balloons, flowers for the room, and give the family their thoughts and prayers.

Even fans themselves were reaching out to the hospital that the Rock Angel was in and sent in letters and gifts to Jack and the family. New York practically had the Rock Angel memorialized as a figure to the city and hoped that she would survive this horrible ordeal.

By the 4th day, with a stern telling from Elton, Jack had arrived back from his hotel showered and cleaned up and had the kids go home with Jensen for a little while to be with their grandparents and away from this whole mess.

He entered his wife’s room to see Elton and Bernie just setting down their gifts. Bernie had bought her favorite bouquet of flowers as well as some more balloons.

While Elton brought in a large painting of a mother lioness and her cubs don’t by a famous French artist that he had called up for a favor he owed the singer.

“There we go, now you look like your handsome self again.” Elton praised.

“It was nice to get a shower in. It’s just that—with this whole thing I—”

“We get it Jack. This…..this is even more crazier than when it happened to Lennon. But this is a wait game, but I’ve got a strong feeling she’ll pull through. She always does.” Bernie said as he clasped Jack shoulder comfortingly.

“Thank you Bernie. Thank you both. I—don’t know what I would do without you both here.” The two older men smiled at him before Jack took his seat right by his wife’s side. The three men sat there in silence as they looked down at the beautiful young woman sleeping before them.

She almost resembled Sleeping beauty or Snow White. The machine beeping off her heartbeat and brain activity which was all normal. She just wasn’t awake.

“Why didn’t you both call us about this!?” a voice suddenly snapped out. Jack froze in both fear and guilt at the voice that had just spoke up. He lowered his head in shame and he shut his eyes.

“Brian, Roger.” Elton greeted them.

“Elton, Bernie.” Brian’s voice greeted.

“Jack Kline you have got some fucking nerve about hiding this from us! We get home and we see you and (y/n). Her face plastered on the front of every fucking magazine! I tried calling her a hundred times throughout these past few months, she never answered. And now I see all of this on the news! The Rock Angel shot at by her former personal assistant!” Roger snapped at him. Each time his voice growing angrier and angrier.

“Roger lay off him. You don’t know just what he’s been through the past few days!” Elton snapped at him.

“Elton with all due respect please stay out of this. This is a family discussion.” Brian said to him sternly.

“Well believe it or not, she’s my family too! Freddie asked me personally to keep an eye on her. So this is just as much of my problem as it is yours.” Elton challenged the curly haired rockstar. Before another retort could be said from either rockstar, Jack choked out.

“You think I didn’t want to reach out?” the two members of Queen turned to Jack. His head still lowered down. Jack let out a sniffle and he said. “But she didn’t want me to. I should never have listened to her. Why didn’t I do more?” he growled at himself. He turned to look up at his father and uncle in laws before choking out. “It was my fault.” Before he wept, but he hardly any tears came out due to his dehydration, but the emotion was all there as he leaned up against his wife’s unconscious body.

The anger and resentment the two Queen members once felt, melted away as they heard the pain in Jack’s voice.

“Jack.” Roger started off softly. Jack gripped his wife’s hand in his as he kissed her temple. Brian and Roger turned to Elton who told them.

“They’re saying there might be a chance she may not wake up. Not only he but the kids saw the bastard shoot her right there on stage performing her favorite song of Freddie’s.” at hearing that, Brian and Roger looked down at Jack in shock. Brian ran his hand through his curls as he exhaled heavily.

“Please……” Jack pleaded in a soft whisper as he turned to look up at them. “Please forgive me. I—I couldn’t protect her.” Brian looked down at Jack with empathy while Roger still looked at him with a harsh glare.

When Jack turned back around to weep into his wife’s shoulder. He didn’t notice Roger walking right up to him. Roger just stood over Jack and he could’ve struck Jack in anger, sorrow whatever was racing through him.

In the end, he just placed his hand on top of Jack’s head and said four words that would resonate within Jack for the rest of his life.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Jack turned to look up at him. Behind his circular shades, Roger’s eyes were now showing only sadness. He then immediately embraced Jack and Jack buried his face into Roger’s chest.

Just like he had done with (y/n) many times whenever she cried, Roger cupped the back of his head and allowed Jack to bury his face deeper into his chest if he needed as Jack’s arms wrapped around him and he shook with each sob her let out. The drummer held firm but allowed a few tears to slip down his face.

Soon enough Brian joined in as he embraced Jack from behind. The two of them sandwiching their beloved girl’s husband. Elton and Bernie took this as their cue to leave, so without a word the two of them left the hospital and decided that for now they needed to get back to the real world and let the members of Queen take over in comforting the Kline family through these dark times.

But they both promised they’d call and check up on how their beloved angel was doing.

Three weeks passed and throughout that time Jack had confessed to Brian and Roger everything that had been going on with Steve, the stalking, the threatening letters, everything.

“Where are the kids?” asked Brian.

“Jensen took them the day before you guys came here. They—they needed time away. Mom’s been calling me with updates. All of them having nightmares, especially Kelly.”

“Oh god that poor dear.” Brian exhaled.

“You think you could call and have them come back? Now that we’re here.” Asked Roger.

“I could try. Don’t know if my mom will allow it.”

“I’ll convince her if I have to.” Roger said strongly. Jack nodded.

“I’ll try.” He then stood up and went to find a payphone while Roger went with him leaving Brian alone with (Y/n). Brian took a seat close to her bedside and took her hand in his, his thumb gently stroking over her knuckles.

“You stubborn, stubborn girl.” He scoffed softly. “You could’ve told us. We would’ve understood. Please, please my darling star. Don’t leave us yet. Not so young.” He squeezed her hand tightly between both of his before lifting it up and kissed the back of her hand.

“Good news, she’s gonna bring the kids over.” Roger said as he and Jack returned to the room. “Any sign of her moving at all?” he asked Brian.

“Afraid not.” Roger then took a seat on the other side and stroked his daughter’s cheek.

“Hey lovie. Yeah it’s me. Papa lion’s here. Listen; you gotta come back to us. For the kids, for Jack, your family. We all miss you. I miss you. And…..you can’t be with your real dad. Not yet. Remember our talk on your 21st birthday? Don’t do this to your papa lion. Don’t leave him just yet my lion cub.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

He stayed there for as long as he could before finally separating and allowing a couple of tears to fall down onto her cheek.

He wiped them away as he lay his head down close to her, wrapping his arm around her body hoping that his father love would bring her back.

The next day as promised, Jack’s mom came in with the kids. When little Kelly saw her godfather and uncle, she immediately ran up to her godfather and embraced him tightly. He felt the young child softly cry into his shoulder.

“Oh Kelly cub.” Roger cooed as he embraced his goddaughter and rocked her back and forth trying to comfort her.

“Mom, has she—” Jack asked his mom as he held Georgie in his arms while Jackson went over to his uncle Brian.

“She hasn’t spoken a word since she came to live with me and your dad. Just nightmares every night. Not even the therapist we got for her and the boys can get her to say anything.”

“And what of the boys?” asked Brian.

“We talk. It’s not fun though.” Jackson said as he fondled with his uncle’s unbuttoned shirt.

“We don’t like talking about that night every day.” Georgie said as he clung onto his dad.

“I’m sure it doesn’t buddy. Talking about stuff like that never is. Trust me I had to tell it over and over again to some police officers and detectives these past few weeks.”

“Does it hurt to talk about it? Cause I hurt when I talk about it.” Georgie said to his dad. Jack leaned his head against his son’s and said.

“Every time.” As Roger rubbed little Kelly’s back, she then finally whispered so brokenly that it broke Roger’s heart but also surprised him because this was the first thing she had to say in over three weeks.

“She’s gonna die, isn’t she?” Roger looked down at her and tucked away her (h/c), the same color she inherited from her mother.

“Could you give Kelly-cub and I some privacy?” they all nodded and left the room, knowing what Roger had in mind.

Jack however was hesitant to leave. He stood halfway out the door before turning back to his baby girl. He looked to Roger but the drummer just gave him a look that said to him ‘let me handle this.’ While Jack wanted to stay and talk to his daughter, maybe even try to comfort her, another part of him was saying let Roger handle this.

He was always able to comfort his wife whenever she needed it in the past long before he knew her, maybe what his daughter needed was the famed Roger Taylor “comforting charm” just like her mom always got. With that Jack left taking Georgie with him.

Roger removed his shades and hung them over the front of his shirt while he adjusted Kelly in his lap.

“Is that what’s been on your mind lately lion cub?” she gave him a sad nod.

“All I hear is mum still not being awake. And it’s all that’s ever on tv. And now seeing her still the same I—I know I’m gonna lose her. Just like she lost her mum when she was a year older than me. I don’t wanna grow up without her!” Kelly wept.

“Hey, hey, hey Kelly-bear. Kelly lovie. Shhh, shhh. Deep breaths darling.” Roger soothed her as he cupped the side of her face. Kelly look at her godfather and saw the gentle blue eyes staring back at her. Those eyes that always gave her a sense of warmth and comfort when her parents were either too busy or not around.

She did exactly what her god papa told her to do as Roger stroked her cheek with his thumb.

“That’s my little cub.” He praised as he kissed her other cheek. “I know this is a very scary time love, believe me I’m terrified.”

“You are?”

“Yes. We all are.”

“But I thought grownups never got scared.” Kelly said with a tilt of her head.

“Oh trust me love. Grownups get scared a lot. I’ve been there, your uncles have been there, even your mum and dad. Fear is natural to everyone old or young. And something like this—it’s really scary.”

“Will I really grow up without a mum like she did?” hearing that question broke Roger’s heart. He stroked the strands of hair out of her face but before he could say anything a voice spoke up from the door.

“I doubt that Kelly. She has the strength of a lioness, and that’s what you got from her.” The two of them turned towards the door and Kelly gasped out and proclaimed as she ran towards the door.

“Uncle Deacy!” Roger was surprised to see his dear friend again after two years apart. Kelly hugged her uncle and Deacy embraced the young girl back. He rubbed her back comfortingly before kneeling down to her height.

“Your mum’s been through many obstacles and tribulations. This is just another one to the list. She knew what it was like to grow up without a mum, and she’s always told me that she refused to let you kids grow up without one. Especially you poppet.”

“But what if she doesn’t pull through uncle Deacy? Some people are saying mum may never wake up.” Deacy sighed heavily and said.

“For now it’s still too soon to tell. Nothing is written in stone yet.”

“Your uncle Deacy’s right love. As long as these monitors keep beeping, we know that your mum is still alive. She’s just resting and trying to heal herself. And with a mighty lion soul that she has, she’ll need a lot of rest.” Roger said as he stood up and knelt down beside her, kneeling right beside John.

Kelly turned back to her mom and walked over to her. She laid her hand on the small railing and just looked at her mum.

“She looks like Sleeping beauty.”

“She does, doesn’t she?” Roger said as both he and Deacy stood up.

“Can—can she hear us?” Kelly asked.

“I’m sure she can. I’ll bet she’d love to hear your voice.” Kelly walked closer towards her mom’s head and she said.

“Mum. It’s me, Kelly. I—I wish you’d wake up. Please, I need to know you’re gonna be okay. Seeing you get hurt like that was really scary, but papa Roger says that it’s okay to be scared. Said that you get scared sometimes too. But he also said that you need to heal your lion soul, so hopefully it’s getting better. But I wish you could wake up because I love you so much and miss you. Same with everyone else.”

The two youngest members of Queen watched with heavy hearts as this young girl was talking to her coma-induced mother. Doing something that only a grown up should do when their parents are elderly, not when the child is still a literal child just barely the age of 10.

“Can I have a moment alone with her?” John whispered to Roger. The drummer looked at the bass player before agreeing to Deacy’s request.

“Kelly love, why don’t we go and find your dad and head on over to the cafeteria? Maybe get a pudding cup.” Kelly looked up at him before turning back to her mum. She kissed her mom’s cheek before racing over to Roger who picked her up in his arms. Roger held her close to him and rubbed her back comfortingly as Deacy did the same before giving her a kiss on the head.

He watched as his friend took his niece away leaving him alone with his sister.

For Deacy this was the third hardest thing he ever had to cope with. First he had to go through the trauma of losing his dad so suddenly, then he lost his best friend Freddie to a terrible disease that literally ate him from the inside out, and now this.

John Deacon had heard about this terrible event through his daughter Laura who came in storming from school with a newspaper on hand. She showed her father the article that had read ROCK ANGEL SHOT AT MSG IN NYC.

Deacy almost lost it at this point. It had almost been 2 years since Freddie’s death and now to hear that his sister had been shot at by some deranged psychopath, it practically destroyed him.

Like with Freddie’s final moments, Deacy almost didn’t even want to go and see his sister in some hospital bed barely clinging to life only to be let down for the third time in his life. He was even thinking that this would be the thing that would finally push him over the edge.

But he was stopped by the love of his wife Veronica who had managed to get through to John. She told him that he had missed his chance with Freddie, and with the love and support he had given (y/n) throughout the 13 years he had known her, he had to go see her. Because if he didn’t and should she be pronounced dead, he was going to regret it for the rest of his life.

So cleaning himself up, John Deacon bought his first class flight to New York City and had arrived just for her.

“Sister dear.” He started off. “I—I don’t know if you can hear me but, I’m here. I read what happened….About the shooting, of course the media loves to exploit some details so I don’t know what exactly is true or not. But…..why you didn’t tell us what was going on? Sister you—you should’ve come to us. We could’ve protected you. I—I could’ve protected you. Please don’t go. Don’t you leave us too. Please come back to us.”

*My POV*

I don’t know where I was. All I saw was nothing but blackness until suddenly a flash of light came at me and I was now in a—jungle? Wait why was everything a bigger? And why do I feel—different? I mean I still feel like me but not, this is confusing. I then see just ahead of my what appeared to be some sort of lake or well I guess watering hole (since this is a jungle I guess I better call it a watering hole).

I walked towards it and stood at the edge of it but when I got up to it, I was—well to put it lightly stunned. No I’m just gonna say I was freaking out. What I saw staring right at me was a lioness. I backed up screaming. Hell you would scream too if a lioness was staring right back at you. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Back it up. I approached the water again and lifted my hand but the lioness raised its paw up.

Oh. My. God. The lioness was—I was the lioness.

“Okay. This is even weirder than when Deacy and I got so drunk in Rio that we both woke up with each other’s clothes on and he had the word ANUS written on his forehead in sharpie while I had a dick drawn on mine.”

Okay so I’m a lioness. I am a freakin lioness. The Queen of the beasts. Why? I mean I know Roger and the band always called me lioness but that’s just figuratively. But now, literally I’m a lioness.

“Maybe if I walk around I might find someone who could explain this crazy shit show.” I then began walking through the wide jungle, but as I walked I kept feeling this brush of pain on both my side and stomach but I didn’t know why. And I know this sounds crazy, but I think something or someone is following me.

Every time I turned around, I would see this brush of a shadow before it disappeared. I was weary and thanks to these lion instincts it made me even more aware that whatever it was, was still following me as I kept walking. Suddenly out of nowhere I felt something land on my head and a flap of wings attacked my face.

I fell to the ground and shook whatever it was off of me before growling at it.

“Show yourself!” I soon heard a laugh and it said.

“Bout time you finally noticed me.” I turned around and there stood a peacock.

“Are—are you the thing that’s been following me?”

“I don’t know. Was I? Or am I?” he spoke in a riddle-like manner as he fanned his tail feathers. I rolled my eyes and said.

“Well this is where you stop. Now go away.”

“Whatever for?”

“Cause you’re annoying me, and I don’t have time for games. I’m looking for someone.”

“Oh really? And just who might that be?” he came up to me and cocked his head in that bird-like manner.

“I—I don’t know. Just someone. Anyone.”

“Well I know where you can find someone.”

“You do?”

“Yes. But shh come here, it’s a secret.” I leaned down towards him and he wrapped his wing around me. But instead of giving me a name he started speaking in bloody tongues, flaunting before prancing about away from me.

“Stop! Stop! Enough! ENOUGH! What the hell does that mean?”

“It means you’re a peacock. And I’m not.” He then began laughing at his own statement.

“No, you’re as mad as the March Hare.” I muttered angrily as I walked away.

“Wrong!” I had a feathery finger suddenly poke my nose stopping me in my tracks. “I’m not the one whose mad. Cause you don’t even know why you’re here.”

“You don’t know the first thing about me bird! Now stay out of my way before I go full predator on you!” I growled before giving him a warning roar which made him fly back scared.

“Okay! Okay, okay.” I walked past him angrily. “No wonder why you’re a lioness my Rock Angel.” I gasped as I stopped in my tracks. I turned towards him and he only gave a wave before saying, “Bye-bye.” And took off flying, almost turning into a shadow with how quick he suddenly took off.

“Oi wait!” I chased after the peacock. Practically losing sight of it till I saw it now standing on top of a rock. I trotted towards it and I asked him. “Did you just say my Rock Angel?”

“No. I said thy Rock Angel.”

“No you didn’t. I specifically heard you say My. And—” I trailed off before looking downward solemnly. “Only one person ever called me that. But he died. What felt like a long time ago.”

“Nope. Wrong again darling!” he laughed again before flying off the rock and now stood before a small entrance into a thicket-like forest. “You said you wanted someone to talk to, I can show you. But you gotta catch up with me first and I’m fast!” he then disappeared through the hole.

I trotted up to it and looked inside it. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this, but—what other option is there? So I entered inside the thicket.

It was definitely a tight squeeze just to even go through it but somehow I managed to get inside. I peeked through some thick brush and there sitting on a perch of a tree was the peacock.

“Don’t dottle dear, hurry up!”

“Hey wait, wait, wait!” he kept soaring and jumping from branch to branch all the while chanting and singing out words that didn’t even sound right.

“C’mon lioness!”

“Would you slow down!?” suddenly I felt myself falling down a hill but I quickly stood back up and continued to push forward.

Getting caught in branches and vines all I kept thinking to myself was follow the peacock’s bizarre singing. Hitting bush after bush I ran faster and faster as the thicket closed closer and closer around me.

“STOP!” the peacock suddenly said as it spread out it’s tail. I skid to a stop and the peacock made it’s cooing sound as it’s tail tucked back in like a fan. He then slowly strutted towards the edge of the thicket and he said. “Come here child.”

I got out of the thicket and we now stood before some kind of creek.

“Why’d you bring me here?”

“Look into the water, and you will speak to the one you most long to speak to.” I looked at him, and I was surprised to see that instead of this goofy, child-like attitude he had earlier. He was now more serious and dead-center on me doing this.

I followed his orders and slowly approached the creek. I slowly walked towards it before looking into the water that lay beneath me.

But all I saw was myself. I waited and waited but still nothing happened.

“Nothing’s happening. And just who is it that I’m supposed to see?”

“Shhh! Look harder.” I then saw his feather-finger touch the water and ripples soon started to form. I looked closer into the water and soon an image began to form. Suddenly everything around me grew darker but then something echoed through the air.

“AYE-OH!” my eyes widened and I whispered.

“Freddie?” suddenly there was a bright glow right beside me and then a bright flash.

I felt myself floating now and when I looked down at myself, I saw that I was now human again. There was nothing but darkness before suddenly a giant bright light encompassed the darkness. Instead of alone and frightened, there was—warmth. And love.

The light then began to form a giant silhouette of a man (by giant I mean seriously giant. I was like an ant compared to this shadow).

However this specific silhouette was very familiar to me. It was Freddie, standing in the exact shadow position that he once did for the Bohemian Rhapsody video.

Though I couldn’t physically see his face, it was him.

“(Y/n) dear. Why are you here?” he said to me.

“I—I was…..” it then came back to me. The concert, the pain, the gunshots, Steve. “I was shot. Steve he—killed me. At the concert.”

“Not quite my darling. You’re still clinging onto life. So I’m going to make the decision for you. Go back. Go back to our family. You still have so much more to give to the world. The world may have lost Freddie Fucking Mercury, but do not let them lost the Rock ‘Badass bitch’ Angel.”

“BUT WHY FREDDIE!? Steve he—he’s made my life hell this past year. How can I face him?” Freddie’s spirit shined brighter than the sun and encompassed around me as he said.

“You will do that by reminding him who you are. You are (Y/n) (m/n) Kline. My Rock Angel.” Feeling his light around me, it was like Freddie was actually holding me, embracing me with his confidence and giving me the strength I needed to fight.

I looked up right where his face was at and tears poured down my face as I looked up at him in awe.

“Show him. The lioness you are.” It was then his silhouette began to disappear.

“NO! PLEASE! Don’t leave me again!” I chased after his light that was now getting further and further away from me. No matter how fast I ran, I couldn’t reach him. “FREDDIE!”

“Show him the lioness you are.”

“Don’t go.” I gave up the run and collapsed to my knees as Fred’s final words to me were.

“The lioness you are.” I collapsed to my knees before feeling this gently wind blow across my face as Freddie’s spirit was now gone and I was once again in nothing but darkness.

Sitting there in silence, I began to realize that I couldn’t stay here. Freddie was right, even though I would have to face Steve again if they caught him and put him on trial. I couldn’t abandon my family. Brian, Deacy, Roger, Elton, David, Jensen, Jared, their wives and children. Mum and dad. Jack, and my kids.

I grew up without a mother, I couldn’t let my own children go through the same thing, especially my baby girl Kelly. Cause she’s almost the exact age I was when I lost my mum, no I refuse to leave my baby motherless! That cycle will not go on!

“I gotta get out of here. But how? How? Come on (y/n) wake up. WAKE UP!!!” I screamed. I kept screaming at myself to wake up, I shook my head rapidly, pinched myself, even slapped my cheeks a few times telling myself to wake up but nothing was working. “No it. It’s can’t end like this. I can’t die. I don’t wanna die. Please. Please wake up. Freddie I—I don’t know what else to do.” There was dead silence. I lowered my head and felt tears come into my eyes. I sniffled before I suddenly heard a voice.

‘Sister dear.’ Deacy? No it—it couldn’t be. ‘I—I don’t know if you can hear me but, I’m here.’ It was him. I knew that distinct accent anywhere. But—why was he here? I hadn’t seen him since the tribute concert two years ago. He never called, or sent a letter, he wanted his space and I obliged by giving it to him. Now he was here.

I soon felt something take my hand, I felt a squeeze before Deacy’s voice spoke again.

‘I read what happened….About the shooting, of course the media loves to exploit some details so I don’t know what exactly is true or not. But…..why you didn’t tell us what was going on? Sister you—you should’ve come to us. We could’ve protected you. I—I could’ve protected you. Please don’t go. Don’t you leave us too. Please come back to us.’ I could hear the tremor in his voice by the end.

“Oh Deacy.” I cooed. “Please, please (y/n) wake up. They still need me. I can’t leave them now. Not like this. Please somebody, anybody, wake me up.”

It was then I felt this warmth inside my chest. It got warmer and warmer until yet another light shined right where I got shot the second time and I was now surrounded by bright light.

*3rd Person POV*

Deacy remained there clutching his sister’s hand tightly, his eyes brimming with tears. Suddenly he felt fingers slightly twitching in his grip. His face quickly changed from sorrow to surprise. Slowly for the first time in 3 weeks, (y/n) Kline was finally opening her eyes.

*My POV*

The first thing I saw was white. White light everywhere. Oh god please tell me I didn’t go to heaven. I wanted to go home. But it wasn’t until my hearing came back and I could hear the sounds of machines beeping and counting off something. I felt a hand grasping mine and when my vision became clear, there sat Deacy.

Boy did he change in the last two years. His hair was now more grey and longer now. It came right just the back of his neck, a few inches from growing past his shoulders. His eyes were red and brimmed as he stared down at my in shock, almost not believing something.

“Did you seriously grow a mullet?” was the first thing I asked him. He smiled and scoffed out as he shook his head.

“At least I still have hair unlike Roger whose slowly losing his. Of all the things to say that’s the first thing that comes out of you?” I playfully looked up at him. He didn’t say another word but his actions spoke louder than what he could ever say.

He leaned down towards me and began kissing all over my face. Cupping my cheeks in his hands as he would press his forehead to mine and poking his sharp nose to mine, drawing in our sibling strength.

“Hey Deacy, Roger said you might want some breakfast since you—” we both looked up at the door and there stood my Jack. Deacy stepped aside from the bed as Jack and I locked eyes with each other. He dropped what looked like a pudding cup and stood there frozen.

“Hey Jack.” I said. Jack didn’t say a word but crossed over to me, his bottom lip trembling as he sat down beside me and cupped my face in his hands, just like Deacy had earlier. A sad smile soon broke out across his face as tears poured down his face and he gently embraced me.

“You came back.” I leaned against his shoulder and inhaled his scent. And yeah even though he smelled like he hadn’t showered in days, I didn’t care at this point. It was Jack. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him as hard as I could. We separated from each other and he leaned down and kissed me. The kiss got more and more passionate and I said between our kisses.

“I’m here Jack I’m…..I promised. Till death….”

“Don’t even finish that.” We both chuckled as we now stared at each other.

“The kids! Jack where are my babies? He didn’t……”

“No, no baby. Brian and Roger have them. They’re alright. Well physically they are. They were shaken up the first several days.”

“I’ll go get them.” Deacy offered as he left the room.

“What—what happened Jack?”

“You really don’t remember?”

“All I remember was pain, a loud popping sound and Steve. Other than that nothing.”

“(Y/n). Steve he—he shot you during Somebody to love. He shot you twice in the side and stomach. I ran you all the way to the hospital.”

“You did?” he nodded. “How—how long have I been out?”

“You were in the ICU for over 12 hours before being moved here. But you’ve been in a coma for the past 3 weeks.”

“Three—three weeks?!” I shouted which made me flinch which caused some pain in my side.

“Baby are you alright?!” he asked urgently.

“Just a pain in my side. Must’ve stressed out a stitch or something.”

“I’ll call the doctor and let him know you’re awake.” As he reached over and pressed the call button on the wall, I heard the racing of footsteps coming towards the room. Paranoid I thought it was Steve coming to finish the job, but soon three small voices eased my nerves tremendously.

“Mummy!” soon racing in were Kelly, Georgie and Jackson. All three of my kids raced over and tried to climb up on my bed.

“Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on kids. Easy. Mommy is hurting very badly. Be gentle around her.” Jack warned the kids as my boys got up by my feet while Kelly stood on the other side of me.

“Are you okay mummy?” asked Georgie as he lay on my right side.

“I will be baby.”

“Bad man hurt mummy.” Jackson said.

“Yes he did Jackson. But mummy’s gonna be okay now.”

“Are you sure you’re not gonna die mum?” I looked to my left to see my baby girl’s look of uncertainty. I lifted my hand and wiped away her hidden tear.

“I’m sure baby. A…..very special angel told me I was gonna be okay when I woke up. I promise you, I’m gonna be just fine. A few days of rest and I’ll be right as rain again. Just you wait and see.” I poked her nose which made her smile before she got closer to me and leaned her head against my shoulder. I smiled as I leaned my head against her and kissed the top of her head.

“You damn better well be. Cause hearing about all this on the news is not what I ever want to see from you again.” I looked up at the door and there along with Deacy were Brian and Roger.

Oh fuck.

“Dad, Brian. I—”

“We’ll discuss this later. For now we’ll let you be with your kids and husband.” Brian lectured me, that stern look in his eyes when he meant something.

“I’m afraid that won’t happen till later. I’m gonna have to ask all of you to leave while I check Mrs. Kline’s vitals.” A male doctor around his mid-30’s possibly early 40’s with short brown hair and tan skin said as he came in.

“Why can’t we stay with her?!” Kelly demanded.

“The doctor’s gotta make sure mommy’s okay sweetie. But she needs to be alone so that she can do his tests.” Jack tried to calm her down.

“No I wanna stay with mummy! I want to stay with mummy! I want to stay with mummy!” she began to throw a tantrum.

“Kelly. Kelly. Kelly Michelle Kline!” I spoke her name in a low toned voice. She stopped her fitting and I said as I cupped her chin. “None of that now. You are to do as your father and the doctor tell you.”

“But what if you die?!” she whimpered. Oh my poor baby girl. God if I ever come face to face with Steve again, I’ll be sure to give him hell for traumatizing my little girl like he did.

“Baby these tests aren’t dangerous to me. It’s just to see if I’m gonna be okay to leave. Now I want you to go with your father and stay with him until the doctor gives the all clear to come back in. And no more tantrums, is that understood?”

“Yes mama.” She huffed solemnly.

“Good girl.” As Brian and Deacy each took the boys, Jack took our daughter’s hand and as they passed the door, Roger took her other hand and soon everyone but the doctor was out. “I’m so sorry about that she’s never—”

“No worries Mrs. Kline. I get children who act like that all the time when their parents go into surgery or they need to get a shot. First introductions I’m Dr. Hamilton, I met your husband at the door when he brought you in.”

“Did he seriously run the full 20 blocks to get here?” I asked him.

“Oh yeah. And it was lucky for you he did. I told him based on the amount of blood loss you had, had he waited for an ambulance at the stage, you might’ve been lost to us.” Oh my god. Jack you—you crazy, indescribable man. “Okay now first I want to check your eyes, look right at me.”

I looked at him as he shined a light in my eyes. He held his finger up and told me to follow it. I followed his instructions and he said,

“Okay now straight at me again.” He nodded. “Okay pupils are normal, and your ocular motility is perfect. So there’s no brain damage. Tell me do you have any discomfort? Feeling any pain around the stomach?”

“Just a sharp pain in my side when I moved around after finding out how long I had been in a coma for.”

“Alright let me take a look.” He uncovered me and lifted my shirt up so that he could see just what had been done. My right side and the center of my stomach had been stitched up and was still stained with some dried up blood. “Well good news is there’s no unhooked stitches. We’ll get you some morphine to dull the pain. And then I can prescribe to you the pain killers you’ll need while you recover here.”

“Thank you Dr. Hamilton.”

“You’re welcome Mrs. Kline. Are there any other concerns you wish to speak to me about?”

“Yes. As a matter of fact. How long will I need to be here for?”

“Well that depends. Cause here’s what I’d like to show you that we had found out from the first gunshot wound you had gotten.” He turned on a screen light and held up my scans of my skeleton. “When the first bullet entered your side, it actually ended up almost right in the L3 vertebrate.”

“And what is that?”

“It’s the vertebrate that helps with the leg muscles. There—might be a chance you may not be able to walk again.” What? No it—it can’t be. “But it’s not 100%. My best guess is that there’s a 50-50 shot. It didn’t penetrate it enough to cause the L3 to break, but there was some damage to it when the bullet tried to exit out that way through your Lumbar vertebrate. If you can show us you can at least attempt to walk, we can have you transferred to our physical therapy facility in Upstate New York.”

“And if you’re wrong?” he sighed heavily and said.

“Then we can do one of two options. We can operate to try and repair any nerve damage done, but that in itself could have serious risk. Or…..you can tell us to let you go and you’ll never be able to walk again.”

Steve you selfish, cowardice, son of a bitch! You’re ruined me!

“I’m sorry miss. But don’t lose all hope just yet. We’ll give you a week of bedrest and do some minor leg tests to see how you’re doing.”

“Thank you Dr. Hamilton.” He nodded and said he call my family back in before he left my room.

I couldn’t believe this. There is literally a 50% chance that I may never walk again. How the hell was I gonna perform? No one would want to see a wheelchair rockstar. Steve’s basically ruined my life now? How the hell am I ever gonna recover from this.

At that point the kids came back inside with Jack, Brian, Deacy and Roger. The kids all cuddled up to me and we shared a brief moment until a police officer came in.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Kline. I’m Lieutenant Banks NYPD. I wanted to ask if you’d give us a statement in regard to Steve Harrison’s attack on you.”

“She’ll give you her statement when she’s well enough.” Roger snapped out.

“Dad.” I warned him. “I’ll tell you everything.” He took out his notepad and I confessed everything, all while the guys and the kids were there.

“Okay now did anything happen after the shooting?” asked Lt. Banks.

“He uhh….he looked right at me and actually stole her wedding ring right off her finger.” Jack explained.

“He did what!?” I finally looked down at my left ring finger and was horrified to see that my ring was truly gone. “No. That—that son of a……”

“Actually Mrs. Kline. We’ve recovered the ring. In fact, I’ve got it right here.” He soon dug through his pocket and pulled out an evidence bag. He opened it up and soon he pulled out my wedding ring.

“How did you get it back?” asked Brian as Jack took the ring and placed it back on my finger.

“When was the last time any of you checked the news?” the Lt. asked us.

We all stayed silent before he walked up and turned on the TV. A female news anchor sat there at the desk and she said.

“It has been three weeks since the horrific attack at Madison Square Garden. Rockstar sensation (Y/n) Kline aka the Rock Angel was shot in cold blood in the middle of her concert. Her assailant, her former PA Steve Harrison after going on the run. Was finally apprehended. Not by police, but some loyal fans of the rockstar herself. Let’s get in touch with Bobby whose live at the scene where the assault took place. Bobby.”

The screen split to an elderly man and the name Robert “Bobby” Johnson came on the screen.

“Thank you Natalie. It was right here at the corner of 34th and 33rd street when a group of men recognized Steve Harrison from the news. Reports say that the group of 7 boys jumped Steve and proceeded to beat him till almost consciousness. It took about 5 minutes for police to finally arrive. When asked about why these men attacked him, this is what they had to say.”

The screen altered to a young black man with dreads, he had the makings of a beard starting to come around his chin, up to his face. He looked to be about Jack’s age and he spoke in a low tone as his name read William Henderson.

“The Rock Angel is life man. She practically saved me through some tough sh*t in my life. And to hear this coward did what he did, he didn’t deserve to be walking the streets the way he did.” Another boy appeared on screen. This time he was white with blue eyes and blonde hair and the name Harvey Davidson came up on the screen. His accent was a heavy Bronx tonality as he said.

“Even though she’s from England, (Y/n) Kline was born and made here in New York. I remember when I saw her very first concert when she came up with Queen.”

“No a**hole messes with the Rock Angel! You mess with the Angel you mess with New York!” another black boy named Erik Woodson proclaimed.

“You mess with her, you mess with all of us!” Harvey came back on screen.

“Steve Harrison has been taken to a separate hospital from where the Rock Angel is said to recover but will be facing criminal charges. As for the gang that assaulted him, they too were arrested for assault and battery in a public place. But are they guilty? Or are they heroes? More of this to come at News4 tonight at 6pm. Back to you Natalie.”

“Thank you Bobby, coming up next—” at that point Lt. Banks turned the tv off.

“Surprisingly, one of those young gentlemen found it hanging around Steve’s neck. He recognized the ring from her last concert she did in Queens. Told us to make sure she got it back.”

“Seems we know who the real fans are.”

“Roger not now.” Brian scolded softly.

“What’s gonna happen to him now?”

“Well—those boys did a pretty bad number on him. When and if he wakes up, he’ll go to jail and be put on bail. Then of course the trial. We’ll keep in touch with you once all of this goes down.” He handed me his card and bid us a good day. All was quiet once more before Brian looked at me and he softly said my name. I shook my head before suddenly finding myself laughing.

“What is wrong with the world? Why did this have to happen to me? Why me? I told him I told that rich, pompous, arrogant, sexist asshole what Steve was doing but did he listen to me? No! He didn’t! Hollywood records doesn’t give a shit! They never did! They hired a fucking sociopath to be my personal assistant and to make matters worse IT WAS HIS FUCKING NEPHEW!!!!”

Tears of anger pooled in my eyes as I angrily tapped my finger against the railing.

“James did this. He didn’t care. He knew he must’ve known his nephew was like that. Why else would he easily give him the job as my personal assistant. I should never have signed up with Hollywood records. I never should’ve left EMI. I should never have come to America. I should never have become the Rock Angel!”

“Don’t say that (y/n).” Jack tried to calm me down.

“No, no, no! NOOO!! Had I never been famous this-this-this-this shhhhh SHIT! Would’ve never happened!” I stammered angrily. He stroked down my arm comfortingly.

“Baby calm down.”

“No you don’t tell me to calm down! I may never walk again Jack! Did you know that?! Yeah Dr. Hamilton said there’s a 50-50 chance of me being paralyzed. Who in the hell would want to see a handicapped Rockstar!? HMM! Tell me that Jack Kline! In fact who would want to be married to a handicapped Rockstar!? You’ll leave me, you’ll all leave me just like everybody else in my FUCKING LIFE!!”

At this point I was going crazy. I may not have known it then, but my kids were starting to get so scared of how I was acting, Deacy had to take my kids out of the room while Brian ran to find a nurse or doctor. Both Jack and Roger tried to calm me down but I was literally going—well exorcism crazy.

It wasn’t until a nurse came in with a needle and poked it into my veins before I suddenly stopped my rage fit and passed out.

*3rd Person POV*

After she collapsed onto her bed, Jack took his wife’s hand and clutched it between both of his.

“The sedative should keep her asleep for the rest of the day.” She said to them as she took the needle out of her arm.

“Thank you.” Brian thanked her. She nodded before leaving the room.

“I’m just thankful the bastard’s finally been caught.” Roger said. “I’ll agree with one of those boys. He did not deserve to walk down the streets of New York after shooting my daughter and wearing her wedding ring around his neck like some prize he won at a fucking carnival!”

“That’s only half of good news to this whole shit show. Already the British media are just as fueled up by this just as they were when Freddie died. The same arsehole who trashed Freddie’s name as well as many others who died of AIDS calling it their form of suicide. He’s called (y/n) out as a woman looking for trouble. Like she asked for this to happen.” Brian snapped.

Jack shook his head angrily as he stared out the window before suddenly trudging out of the room.

“Jack?”

“Jack where are you going? Jack!” Roger called out. But the young man didn’t answer. All that was going through Jack was anger and rage.

Roger and Brian looked at each other confused but they chose to stay with (Y/n) thinking that Jack needed some air, after hearing what the British tabloids were saying about his wife.

*My POV*

I woke up the next day (at least I hoped it was the next day) and saw Roger and Brian sleeping in the hospital chairs. I softly smiled at them and said softly.

“Morning guys.”

“Hey love, you’re awake. You okay now?” Brian asked me as he and Rog both woke up.

“Little funny. Now was I dreaming? Or did that bitch stab me in the fucking arm?” I croaked out. The two of them laughed softly.

“No (y/n). She gave you a sedative. You—went a little bonkers last night.” Brian said as he stroked the side of my cheek. I turned to my dad and said.

“How bad was I?”

“On a scale, I’d say you were all of Motley Crüe mixed in with 20 beers and maybe a little bit of heroine.”

“That bad huh? Were—were the kids…..” they didn’t answer me. Then again they didn’t have to, the sympathetic looks on their faces told me all. “Oh god. I—I’m sorry guys. I—I need my babies here, I need to apologize to them on my behavior. I didn’t mean to scare them.”

“We know lovie, we know.” Dad cooed as he brushed his fingers through my hair.

“Where’s Jack?” I asked.

“We don’t know. He just…..walked out and we haven’t heard from him.”

“He’s not at the hotel? With the kids?” I asked frantically.

“Calm down love I’m sure he just—needed to go on a long walk. Think this whole thing through. I’m sure he’ll be back soon.” Brian soothed me as he rubbed my shoulder.

“Mrs. Kline, we’re here with your breakfast and some medicine. Mr. May, Mr. Taylor I’m afraid I’m gonna have to ask you both to please leave the room since we had allowed you both to stay overnight.”

“We understand. Thank you for letting us stay though Nurse Williams. We greatly appreciate it.” Brian said. She smiled and nodded. Brian looked down at me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “He’ll come back love, just give him some time.” After he left, dad came up and cupped the side of my face.

“I’ll be back tonight to check in on you.” I thanked him and he kissed my forehead before giving me an Eskimo kiss before he followed behind Brian.

The entire day went by and the weather soon changed from cloudy to pouring down rain. It was around 7pm and Nurse Williams had just brought in my dinner for the night and there was still no word from Jack. I was starting to get frantic with worry, that was until the door opened and coming in dripping wet was Jack.

His face completely soulless and hard as he stood there dripping wet from his head to his soaked shoes.

“Jack? What the f—where the hell have you been?!” he looked up at me. His trance-like state broken as he said.

“I—went for a walk. A long, long, long walk.”

“And what you just stayed out in the rain for the past seven hours?! You could get sick!”

“I’ll change and take a warm shower when I get back to the hotel. This whole thing it’s just been……” he sighed heavily as he lowered his head. My anger at him soon faded away as I relaxed and let out a soft sigh.

“Come here my love.” He looked up at me, his broken eyes staring right into mine as I reached out to him. He walked up to me and took my hand. I clenched his and brought it close to my face and kissed the back of his hand, as well as his knuckles.

I then looked up at him and he slowly leaned down and captured my lips with a kiss. The kiss slowly got deeper and more passionate as Jack cupped both sides of my face. His tongue peeking out and asking for entrance, which I granted to him.

My heart monitor was starting to escalate as I moved my hands down from his neck, down his chest and even lower to his stomach. Once I reached his hips I felt something.

“Jack…..are you—really this turned on now?” I asked between our kisses. It was at that moment he stopped and turned his head away from me. His face back to being grim and his eyes cold and harsh.

“No. That’s not it.” His voice was low, almost threatening. At this point, I was getting nervous.

“Then what is that?” I asked him. He moved his shirt aside and I saw the familiar lining of a curved, steel handle.

“It’s a gun.”

What? He got a gun? And he brought it in here?!

“Jack are you out of your fucking mind? What are you doing bringing something like that in here!?” I snapped at him. He separated from me and his only response was.

“For protection.” I lay my head back against the pillow as I rolled my eyes.

“Jack. What do you think it’s gonna be that easy to just go and shoot somebody?!”

“Ask Steve that question.” He told me. He turned and slowly walked away but not before completely punching my dinner tray and knocking the stand down to the floor. The food scattered everywhere, the plates fell and the tray flew across the room as Jack pinched the edge of his nose as he now stood a few feet away from the foot of my bed. I stared blankly at what had just happened.

“You know they only give you 2 course meals here right?”

“God everything is a damn joke to you isn’t it!?” Jack snapped at me as he breathed heavily. “Steve almost killed you! He makes you flip out and then the next minute you’re treating it like a fucking joke!?!?” he roared at me. I adjusted myself in the bed and told Jack in a low, firm tone.

“You don’t think I’m pissed Jack, hmm? Having that 50-50 chance that I may become paralyzed. Or having to live with the fact that if you hadn’t thought fast the way you did I would be with Freddie? My parents? Letting our kids grow up with the same trauma I had to go through growing up. You don’t think that I wanna walk out of this bed and get Steve for—”

“WELL HE’S NEVER GONNA TOUCH YOU AGAIN! CAUSE IT WON’T EVER HAPPEN AGAIN! NOT TO MY FAMILY!” Jack yelled.

“Love. My darling I know you’re scared. But these are scary times. The world’s changing and becoming a lot scarier than it was when we were kids. But it’s our job as parents to ensure that our kids don’t follow down that road.”

“Well they already got involved. Steve didn’t even care that our kids were at that concert. And with this, I’m gonna ensure that people like him never go that far again with you.” he said as he showed me the gun again.

“Okay. Then you are no better than Steve or anyone else out there in the world that solves problems with only bullets.” I lectured him. Jack looked away from my gaze, he was silent for a moment before he said.

“Look I didn’t come for a lecture. I came to check on my wife and see how she was doing.” He and I had a stare off before he grumbled. “I’m outta here.”

“Jack.” I called out to him as he stood before the door. He stopped before he could even open it up but his hand was right on the handle. “If you walk out of here with that thing, consider yourself erased from this family. The kids almost lost one parent because of that thing Jack Kline. Our babies almost lost their mother I WON’T LET THEM LOSE THEIR FATHER TOO!!!” I yelled at him.

The room was dead silent between us. Jack slowly turned towards me.

“Now give me the gun Jack.” I said as I extended my hand out. “THEY NEARLY LOST THEIR MOTHER I WON’T LET THEM LOSE THEIR FATHER TOO!!” I repeated back to him. Slowly Jack released his hand from the door and walked up to me silently. He stood there, his eyes harsh and cold but I looked back at him with just as much ferocity.

He lifted his shirt and took out the gun which ended up being a double action revolver. He wordlessly placed the gun in my hand before he looked at me with a look of defeat and walking out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

As I sat there holding the revolver in my hand I brought it close shaking my head as I opened it up. My heart broke into a million pieces as I turned it over and all six rounds of bullets came falling onto the bedsheet.

I closed it back up and dropped the gun by my side and held my hands to my face as I softly cried.

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Opinion: Let’s Have A Talk About Kygo

When Kygo burst onto the scene in 2013-2014, tropical house was everything. Names like Thomas Jack, Robin Schulz, Felix Jaehn, Sam Feldt, Bakermat, and Matoma similarly rode the wave, but Kygo, with his brilliant melodies and ear for remix-worthy anthems, gained an early edge and has gone on to become a worldwide star with over 27 million monthly listeners on Spotify. He released his critically-acclaimed debut album, Cloud Nine, in 2016 with features from John Legend, James Vincent McMorrow, Maty Noyes, and Julia Michaels, among others.

He’s played some of the biggest venues in the world, including the Hollywood Bowl and SoFi Stadium in Los Angeles, the Ullevaal Stadion in his native Norway, and of course Coachella. He was the fastest artist to reach one billion total plays on Spotify in 2015 — no one can deny his magnetism and talent.

All of this is to say, he has every right to put out literally anything he wants. But it’s been eight years and he has hardly evolved beyond that pretty melody and vocalist paradigm. And it’s getting kind of boring.

He has a new song out today with X Ambassadors, “Undeniable,” and it follows that exact formula. Some pretty melody, his little reverb vocal effects, some soft drums, that recognizable piano, and vocals from a pop star. That’s not to say that the song isn’t inherently good or well written, or even that it’s poorly produced.

Kygo says, “Sam and I had so much fun writing this one together in LA then performing it last month at Banc of California Stadium. It’s a special song to us and I hope everyone likes “Undeniable” as much as we do.”

X Ambassadors lead singer/songwriter Sam Nelson Harris says, “I’ve always had an affinity for big-ass love songs but don’t often end up writing them. This one came together so organically and quickly— it was such a treat to write it with Kash, Nick, Whethan and Kyrre. I honestly couldn’t be more excited to sing it at all my friends weddings.”

Clearly, both artists found joy in writing and creating the song together, and they’re proud of their work. As a listener, I would never deign to impose my own will on an artist’s creativity. We’ve seen the same arguments made for Skrillex, Zedd, Porter Robinson, and others who have changed their sound, sometimes, perhaps, to the chagrin of fans. (This is not a comparison of Kygo’s stagnation to the others’ evolvement, merely pointing out fan reactions to what an artist wants to make.)

The difference between those examples and Kygo is that those other artists have evolved through new sounds, but they still sound like themselves. A couple perfect example of artists evolving and retaining the same sound are Flume and RL Grime. Both have an “undeniable,” to usurp the title from Kygo’s latest single, sound but have evolved and grown over time.

Yet, Kygo has remained complacent, putting out the same melodic, vocal ballads for years. And look, they’re working for him. He has been able to “resurrect” Donna Summer and Whitney Houston, and cover a classic from Tina Turner (which brings into discussion the topic of capitalizing off the back of black women’s work, but that’s for another time), has a 1.1bn play song with Selena Gomez, and multiple other hundred-million play songs. So clearly, fans enjoy his work.

But isn’t there something more beyond the usual? The familiar? The tried and true?

Before I began writing this article, I wanted to challenge my own confirmation bias. I listened to his last two dozen or so singles. Some have variations in tempo, like “Think About You” with Valerie Broussard; “Kem Kan Eg Ringe” with Store P and Lars Vaular is a notable outlier. But even as he’s teamed up with the likes of Miguel, Imagine Dragons, U2, Ellie Goulding, and OneRepublic, names that on their own sell out arenas, the result remains a predictable brand of ballad that he’s become known for.

Of course, I’m not naïve enough to believe that reactions to this opinion couldn’t be boiled down to, “Well if you think he’s boring, then don’t listen to him.” And that’s valid. But I also believe that Kygo is incredibly talented, and after seven years of doing this job and cultivating talent, I can’t help but mourn when I feel talent is squandered.

This article was first published on Your EDM. Source: Opinion: Let’s Have A Talk About Kygo

source https://www.youredm.com/2021/10/15/opinion-lets-have-a-talk-about-kygo/

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Cold World

Summary: Two years after you left the bunker you meet Dean again. Things don’t go the way he wanted.

Pairing: former Dean x Reader, Sam Winchester, OMC Scott

Warnings: angst, a wedding, tension, remorseful Dean, a hint of fluff, injuries, arguments

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Three months later…

It’s odd to watch your friend, the tough huntress giggle while she’s walking down the aisle. Three months ago, she and Matt quit hunting, quit the life they had before to finally get what they want, what they need. Love…

Hunters never get a happy ending, but you pray for your friends they are going to make it. Her smile, the shine of her eyes makes you happy and devastates you at the same time.

You wish it was you and Dean doing his important step, but you will never be her and he will never be Matt.

Dean doesn’t make commitments; he doesn’t do love…and if he does…not for you…

Close to tears you take a deep breath to take Jackie’s bridal bouquet as she’s standing next to her groom to get married.

“You look beautiful.” Matt whispers and you see the adoration in his eyes. Now the tears start falling but no one knows these are tears of pain not ones of joy for your friends…

The ceremony is a blur. You try to listen, try to be happy for your friends but honestly, all you can think about is getting drunk and escape this fairytale romance.

Your heart still aches even after two years. Love doesn’t have an expiration date. It was always Dean for you from the moment you met but sadly…you never were the one for him…

Scott is standing at the bar, watching his brother getting his happy ending. Left behind he needs to move on too.

“Will you keep on hunting?” You ask and he shakes his head. “No.” He brings out.

“You don’t look happy, Scott. What’s wrong?”

“It’s just…it was always her…ya know.” Scott whispers glancing at Jackie and you realize he’s in love with your friend, with his brother’s wife and you don’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry, Scott.” You whisper placing your hand onto his. He glances at you and tries to blink the tears away. The look on his face breaks your heart - you know it too well. “I know how you feel.”

“Dean Winchester is a fool.” Scott exhales turning away from the scene to not see his brother kissing the woman he loves. “If I would’ve had a chance with Jacks…”

“Did you ever tell her?”

“One night after we met and decided to stick together, hunt together I wanted to tell her how I feel but Jackie, she asked which kind of women my brother likes, and I knew I would never have a chance,” Scott whispers.

“What are your plans?”

“My dad needs help with his farm in Texas. He’s a retired hunter and offers shelter for other hunters. I will move back to Texas and forget about her, at least I hope so.”

“Love sucks…” You curse and for the first time Scott smiles at you.

“Why did you and Dean part ways?”

“That’s complicated…”

“I poured my heart out not minutes ago. Just tell me…I will never talk about it with anyone.”

“I felt like he never wanted me. There was no affection or at least companionship. Every touch was calculated to get me in his bed. Every smile never reached his eyes. It was like he tried to fake feelings and failed. I knew I would never be Lisa but at least…” You voice cracks and you need to compose yourself for a moment before you can talk again. “I thought I’m more than an easy lay, a random girl to him but I wasn’t.”

“Shit…you’re right…love sucks. It sucks and cuts your heart out till you are a suffering and sobbing mess. God, I wish I could walk over there kiss her hard and tell her I always loved her but I won’t. I love my little brother and I love her too much to ruin her special day.”

“You’re a good man. Someday you will find someone special. A girl worth your love, Scott. Just don’t give up on love.” You whisper not able to follow your advice.

“Why on earth?” Scott curses and you cock a brow.

“What’s wrong Scott?” You ask following his eyes. “Shall I kill him?”

“Maybe I can sneak out before he sees me.”

“I’ll start a distraction.”

“Scott, call me anytime you need help or a friend to talk to.”

“Go…I’ve got this,” Scott whispers as you try to run out of the ballroom only to bump into Dean’s chest.

“Do you want to dance with me, Sweetheart?” Dean chuckles and you glare at him.

“Why are you here?” You snarl and he shrugs. “I don’t think Jacks invited you to her wedding. Where’s is Sam anyways?”

“He’s away with another hunter and I thought I’ll come around to dance with my favorite girl. We could talk later…please…” The way Dean looks at you causes you to shiver, but not in a good way. His eyes are wrong…

“Hey, can I help you?” Jackie asks and just now you realize your friend is much too girly right now. It’s wrong…all wrong. One look into Dean’s eyes and you see the empty shell behind it.

If he’s angry, happy or sad you can see it in Dean’s eyes but right now there’s nothing and you know this means you are in trouble.

“Uh…can you offer Dean a drink I need to powder my nose. I think I’ll take your offer to dance with you. Give me just a minute, Dean.” You say and the ‘fake’ Dean is smiling but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes.

----

Searching for your phone you try to call Dean but oddly you’ve got no service. The streets are suddenly empty, and you know what’s wrong…

----

There’s a beeping tone, it’s annoying and you cover your ears with your hands as it gets unbearably loud. Voices are coming closer and you need to blink to differ between the street and a white room.

Your eyes flutter shut, and you feel like you are falling and then there is…nothing…darkness.

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Someone is touching you when you try to open your eyes. Throat dry and head pounding you try to focus on what the person holding your hand tries to tell you but the pain in your forehead makes it heart to concentrate.

“Y/N?” The voice whispers. “Please wake up, Sweetheart. I’m here and Sammy too. The doctor said the edema is gone. Can you hear me?”

It’s a hard fight but you manage to open your eyes to meet worried olive ones. Your hand in his Dean squeezes it tightly.

“Y/N?” Sam says and you try to move your head but the pain in your body makes you groan, and you lay still immediately.

“I think she needs more pain meds, Sammy. Can you ask the nurse?”

“I’ll be right back.”

“What happened?” You cough.

“After we got out of the canalization you and Scott went to a bar. He drank too much and you had a car accident.” Dean explains and your eyes widen.

“Is Scott alright?”

“I’m sorry, he didn’t make it. The cops said it looked like he did it on purpose…” Dean whispers.

“On purpose…” You whisper rubbing your forehead. Images of that night flash up into your mind…the bar…Scott. “He told me he loves Jacks…damn…he drank too much and then…”

“It’s alright. You don’t need to talk right now. The doctor will be back soon.”

“How long have I been here?”

“Almost two weeks. They called me as you still got me as your emergency contact. Jackie and Matt had to take care of Scott’s funeral…”

“He called her I think…that night Scott called her.” You choke out. “This was my fault. Oh god, I said he needs to tell her, Dean. I was a bit tipsy and…fuck…she rejected him. I remember she told him he can’t do this to her, and Matt. Scott stormed out of the bar and wanted to drive away but I sat down in the passenger seat. I wanted to stop him, but he just pushed the car to the limit, and I saw the tree coming and then…nothing.” You sob and Dean squeezes your hand tightly.

“That was not your fault, Y/N. Scott decided to do this not you. Please don’t feel guilty.”

“You can go now, Dean. No need to stay here any longer. I know you hate hospitals.”

“I will not leave your side. Sam is talking to the doctor and when he tells us it’s okay we are going to bring you home. No discussions.” Dean states and you want to shake your head, but the pain won’t allow it.

“The last words leaving his lips were ‘it’s a cold world and we are all alone’.” You sniff.

“You’re not alone, Y/N. Please come home with me and Sammy. I’ll take care of you till you can beat the shit out of me again. I’m sorry for everything. I know I’m not good at admitting my feelings or showing emotions, but I’ve missed you so much.”

“Dean stop pretending you feel anything for me only as I’m injured. That’s not fair…”

“I ran after you that day. I was in shock and couldn’t move but then I ran after you but your car was gone. I’m an idiot and I was cold but please come back to me. You’re the best thing ever happened to me.” Dean pleas now and a single tear is rolling down his cheek.

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Another week later the doctor let you finally leave the hospital. You tried to sneak out but Dean was already waiting outside your room to help you into a wheelchair.

“I’m going to bring you home and take care of yourself. Sammy got your car and stuff.” Dean asks.

“Was Jackie here?”

“No…” Dean whispers. His eyes tell you that Jackie and Matt blame you for Scott's death. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t want to tell you…”

“They said it’s my fault – right?”

“I told them to fuck off. That wasn’t your fault, Y/N. Scott decided to drive while being drunk. You tried to stop him and got almost killed. They shouldn’t say anything like that.”

“I got drunk too, Dean.”

“I know…” Dean whispers kneeling in front of your wheelchair. He looks up at you as tears run down your cheeks. “You never drink that much, Y/N. What happened?”

“You happened. I was fine or rather I was close to moving on and then you popped up into my life once again and everything came back. I wanted to forget, and Scott suggested getting drunk.”

“See, it was his idea, not yours. Now let’s make one thing clear. This was not your fault it was Scott’s on fault.”

“Ready?” Sam asks your bag in his hands he looks down at you as you shake your head.

“I can’t come back with you, Sam. This is not my home any longer.”

“It is and I will not accept any arguments today or any other day. I will take you with me right now.” Dean mutters and Sam looks at you once again.

“Y/N?”

“I can’t walk properly right now.” You sigh. “I’m at his mercy I guess. When I’m better I can leave again.”

“You won’t leave! I will do anything. I can hug you, kiss you. How about doing this couple stuff? I got no clue what couples do but we could try to have ’brunch’ and stuff.” Dean suggests panicked you could leave.

“Brunch? Do you think I wanted to have brunch with you, Winchester? All I wanted was that you tell me I’m not a random girl, but you couldn’t give me that!”

“I was not ready! I mess up everything when it comes to women, but I want to try to make it right with you, Y/N. We could start with me telling you that you were never a random girl. I know it’s a bit late, maybe too late but you were always the most important woman in my life.” Dean stammers and you scoff.

“Sure…”

“You know I love the way you talk back and damn you are deadly with a crossbow. The explosive arrows! Holy cow I was turned on. We could blow up a thing or two…”

“Seriously? You want to blow up things with my crossbow?”

“Yeah. You looked like Lara Croft. I love her, sexy chick but you are hotter. Ass and all…”

“Dean…I would stop talking if I were you.” Sam chuckles seeing your angry expression.

“I’m not freaking Lara Croft, asshole!”

“You’re the sexy arrow firing huntress I love.” Dean blurs out and Sam’s mouth falls open. You could hear a pin fall to the ground right now. Dean is rubbing his forehead nervously as he picks you up.

“What the fuck?” You mutter as he carries you toward the exit. “Dean, let me down.”

“Not a chance. I will carry you to my car and we will talk things out. Scott was right, you know. It’s a damn cold world but we don’t need to be alone…”

To be continued…

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Too Young to Fall in Love Chapter 25 (Dirt!Nikki x Reader)

Title: Too Young to Fall in Love 25

Summary: Nikki Sixx was a hard partying musician on the strip. He never expected to fall in love with anyone, until a girl knocked on his dressing room door looking for a ride home and took his breath away. Just like everything else Nikki did; the drugs, the money, the music; Nikki went hard with love. (Y/n) Bass never expected the bassist of Motley Crue to be the one to shake her calm and calculated life up. She had a plan. Graduate school, become an epic producer, and watch from behind the scenes as her brother’s band rose to fame. Nikki and (Y/n) were perfect for each other, too bad her brother, Tommy, didn’t think so.

Series warnings: Smut (18+ Please), drug use, language, referenced miscarriage, drug overdose, mentioned attempted suicide, out of character moments for everyone in the band, the timeline might be a little screwy but it’s fanfiction! I know nothing of music production and my medical knowledge is really screwy, so it won’t be accurate.

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May 10th, 1986

(Y/n) held Bret’s hand as they headed towards Tommy and Heather’s wedding. Heather had asked her to a bridesmaid, but when she found out who was the best man, she had declined. They pulled up at the venue, (Y/n) taking a deep breath.

"Hey, are you okay?" Bret asked her and kissed her hand.

“I’m okay. Just a little weary of a couple of the guests hating my guts.” She told him. “But it’s my brothers big day. I probably only have five more of these to sit through for him.” She laughed a little, relaxing when she saw him smile at her joke. He was bubbly and light where Nikki was more dark and rough. He was everything Nikki wasn’t. But god, she missed Nikki.

"How can anyone hate sick a sweet person like you?" Bret asked as he pulled her in for a kiss. She moaned as he deepened it.

“Babe, we won’t make the wedding if we keep this up.” (Y/n) laughed.

"Who says we can't be fashionably late?" He teased as he pulled her tighter. She could’ve sworn she felt someone watching them as they kissed, but she melted into Bret’s embrace anyway.

“We’ll have plenty of time for this at the hotel afterwards.” (Y/n) winked at him. “Ready?”

"Let's go," her said and led her inside.

Nikki clenched his fist. She had moved on. Of course she did. He told himself, she was gorgeous and well adjusted. He, on the other hand, was a mess. The way she kissed he new boyfriend reminded him of the way she kissed him when they were together. He got the feeling again, he needed to feel numb. He looked at the song in his pocket and threw it in the floor. Quickly going inside her find a good spot to get high.

“Dude, what the hell are you doing?” Tommy asked as he was stretched out on the couch in the grooms room a little bit later. “This is Heather’s and my big day! I don’t want you to ruin it for her!”

"Like I ruined (Y/n)," he muttered.

“It’s been months Nik.” Vince sighed. He knew Vanessa was there with her boyfriend, and it hurt like hell. But he was just drinking, not shooting up every chance he got.

“Look, I’m sorry things worked out bad for you two, but we don’t have time for this.” Tommy sighed. “Now are you gonna man up and be there with me, or do I need to ask someone else?”

“I got ya drummer.” Mick said, pushing himself up.

“I got this!” Nikki said, tripping over the table. Tommy stared down at Nikki, shaking his head.

“You were almost my brother-in-law.” He mumbled. “Maybe it was a good thing it didn’t happen.” He turned and walked out of the room. He knew those words had to sting, but he really didn’t care.

****

Nikki could barely stand the whole ceremony. He was sure he looked awful in the wedding pictures, but he didn’t care. They moved right into the reception afterwards. Everyone started to dance after Heather and Tommy did. Heather tossed her bouquet, which ended up in (Y/n)’s hands. Vanessa, Athena, and Heather all cheered for her. Nikki stood off to the side, watching them. He could see the new tattoo proudly under her backless dress. Angel wings, full and fluffy. He could also see that blond devil wrapping his arm around her waist and planting a big kiss on her lips.

“Take a picture. It lasts longer.” Vanessa said to him.

"Won't make a difference," Nikki muttered as he drowned himself in Jack.

“You know she still loves you, right?” Vanessa told him. “You broke her heart though.”

"What do I do?" He asked. "What can I do?"

"Getting clean would be a start," Vanessa sighed. "But knowing you… It's a long shot." Vanessa grabbed her drinks and walked back too John who was waiting for her. (Y/n) went to the bar to get a drink. Nikki looked over at her. He wanted to say something, anything. But his mind was blank what could he say. Shaking his head he turned around and walked away.

Tommy walked over to his sister after Nikki left. (Y/n) leaned on the bar, waiting for her drink. Tommy leaned against it, watching her.

"So, Bret is a nice guy," he said to her. "He make you happy?" (Y/n) got her drink and raised it to her lips.

"Yeah…" she got her drink took a sip. "How mad were you when you heard I left Elektra?" They hadn’t talked a whole lot since everything went down, mainly communicating through Heather and Athena.

"I almost punched Tom's lights out." He sighed, "I'm still pissed at Nikki. I should have forced him to stay away from you."

"I'm sorry about everything." She whispered looking down.

"Hey," he said. "No crying on my wedding day." He said and hugged her. "Love you little sis."

"Love you t-bone." She hugged him but saw Nikki. "I wish I could ask him to dance."

"Not sure how he will take it," Tommy growled. "I don't know why I asked him to be my best man. But, he's still my best friend when he's not moping" Tommy sighed.

"He'll be ok." She smiled at Tommy. “I’ll catch up with you later.” She downed her drink before she made her way over to Nikki. "Hi…"

"Oh, hey," Nikki tried to act sober. "You look good." That wasn't a lie. She did look good to him. He couldn't tell if the drugs were making his heart race or if she was.

"Would you like to dance with me?" She asked quietly.

“You sure blondie won’t come here and deck me,” Nikki looked over at Bret and sighed. He was sitting at a table, eating a piece of cake while he waited on her. She seemed happy with him and he was trying not to ruin it.

"He'll be ok." She smiled softly at him. "Unless you don't want to…" she turned to walk away. Nikki took her hand in his and felt that small jolt of electricity he did when he first touched her,

“No… I can dance,” he led her to the dance floor stumbling a bit.

"Are you ok?" She asked as he pulled her close to him.

“Honestly… no… but… it’s nice being with you right now,” he muttered. He wasn't sure what he was saying. He was pretty sure he was hallucinating because of the drugs. She was pressed up against his chest and he could smell her hair.

"I miss you." She admitted to him. "I…" she sighed as the song ended. She wanted to tell him she still loved him, that she wanted him back, but his lack of talking made her change her mind. "I guess I better let you go silly boy." She let go of him. “Bye Nikki.”

She left him standing in the middle of the floor as she want back to Bret, “I miss you too sweet girl,” he whispered before going off again to get high.

****

Nikki sighed as he frowned at the girls that came by him. Vince sat at a chair opposite him.

“What’s wrong man?” he looked up at the girl he had in his lap. He sighed as she reminded him of Vanessa. He always seemed to pick girls that reminded him of her.

“They just don’t look right to me man,” Nikki sighed.

“What kind of girl are you looking for?” Vince asked, knowing exactly who he was looking for. Because he was looking for his own Vanessa out there.

"I just… I have a type in mind." He sighed as he took a shot and snorted the blow in the table. He looked at Vince. "Man I need something more."

“Well, what about her?” He asked, pointing to a girl carrying drinks. She had short brown hair and innocent eyes. Much like a college student Nikki had fallen in love with. While she didn’t look exactly like the girl of his dreams, she was pretty close.

"Yeah, I guess," Nikki let the euphoria fill him as the drugs kicked in. He wasn't sure what he had in his system but he just needed her. He took her to his room for the night, but something wasn’t right. She didn’t have the right tattoos and it was ruining the illusion.

"Hey, you ok?"

Even her voice sounded wrong. It grated his ears. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine his (Y/n). His sweet girl, whose voice was like a song. He pounded into the random chick but nothing too it. All he could think of was the letter she left and the ring on his bass.

When he was done, he kicked the girl out. He looked at the phone in the room. He only knew the one number for her, and he wasn’t sure if she had it transferred somewhere. He wanted to tell her how sorry he was. He should’ve fought for her at the wedding. But he didn’t. And now he was alone in an empty room with his thoughts and his drugs.

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DeanxReader Oneshot Masterlist

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~*Bitter – High School aged reader helps Dean solve her parents’ murders, and Dean tries to help her grieve (angst & fluffish)

~*Twenty-One – On your 21st birthday, you celebrate at the bar, but after a few drinks you accidentally let a little secret slip. Sam and Dean might not be able to get over it, and you might have just lost your best friends (angst & fluff)

~*Wingmen – High School AU where Dean gets jealous of all of the dates you’ve been going on (implied smut)

~*Dean’s Stupid Face – Dean can’t speak, so he keeps making stupid faces instead. (Pure fluff!)

*Break On Me – You are having a horrible day and Dean drives over five hours to be there for you (angst)

~*Ex To See – There’s a hunt in your old hometown where you run into your ex. Instead of being the mature adult that you are, you start reverting back to your petty high school self. (fluff)

*Rodeo Hospital – A hunt brings you and the Winchesters together, Dean ends up in the hospital, and angst abounds

*Sit Talking Up All Night – You and your boyfriend are drifting apart, and all it takes is one night and a heart to heart to start fixing the relationship (fluff & angst)

*Hairy Situation – Dean constantly makes fun of your short hair, and on one hunt you get so fed up that you start arguing with him in a coat closet and… well… it’s a coat closet. I think y’all know where this is going ;)

High Noon July Guy – Dean comes into the diner where you work and gets an instant crush on you (fluff)

Waiting – Dean distracts you from your anxious waiting for news from your publisher by teaching you to change the oil in Baby (fluff)

The Bag Man – You speak multiple languages, which often comes in handy on cases (the end is super fluffy, guys. Just sayin…)

~*Notes – CoffeeShop!AU, Barista!Dean, Artist!Reader… need I say more? (FLUFF)

Life Among The Strings – You call Dean in to help with a ghost in your apartment, and he isn’t about to say no to hearing you play violin again (implied smut)

*Away From Redemption – After Swan Song, you help Dean get his drunk ass into bed, but you are both lost in your own pits of depression for this arrangement to last very long (Super Angst)

Love Hurts – The reader is in love with Dean, but knows that he’ll never feel the same way, especially with the feelings he’s fighting about Amara. (Episode 11x13)

*12x02: Mamma Mia – You tell Dean that you’re leaving after you get Sam back, but Dean doesn’t want you to (angst)

*12x03: The Foundry – You comfort Mary, Sam, and Dean all separately after Mary leaves the Bunker (angst)

*Humor Me – After you nearly die, Dean goes into Super Overprotective Boyfriend Mode (fluff)

Break Up With Him – Dean calls you while you’re on a date with your boyfriend and tells you that he loves you (fluff)

*Lego Castle – You come home from a hunt with Sam to find that Dean spoiled your daughter like crazy while you were gone (fluff)

We Survive – You and Dean resolve to keep going on after nearly everyone you’ve ever loved has died (angst)

*Headless Bodies and Bodiless Heads – You mean the middle of a vampire nest isn’t the best place for Dean to declare his love for you? (fluff)

Well-Oiled Hunting Machine – After noticing Dean slipping up on hunts, you think your bad hunting skills have a negative effect on him, so you try to leave (angst)

I Don’t Want To Ruin That – College AU where you’ve been pushing Dean away because of your feelings for him (angst ish? Fluff ish?)

*How Many Tennis Balls? – Dean is too damn adorable and it’s not helping you prepare for your grad school interview (FLUFF)

~*You’re Not There – Dean thinks through memories of you and the impact you had on his life (angst, fluff, implied smut)

*Deliberate Beauty of Humanity – Angel!Reader and Dean cuddling and ticklish wings and it’s hot and beautiful and fluffy and implied smut and wonderful

*252: Break Myself – Dean needs your comfort, but when he shows up on your porch, he finds out that you’re dating someone (angst)

*423: Contagious – After breaking up with you to protect you from his life, Dean is a dark storm cloud (angst with a hopeful ending)

*548: Down With Me – Just a glimpse of a woman in an bar gives Dean strange visions of a future with her (fluff)

*Jealous!Dean Imagine – Imagine when someone flirts with you, and Dean pulls you into his lap to show that you’re his (FLUFF)

*672: Fifteen – You get brought into the police station for a murder you didn’t commit, and who shows up but your high school crush who broke your heart, pretending he’s FBI?

*26: Alive [Acoustic] – Dean was the first one to say “I Love You.” (Fluff)

*1999: Somebody Told Me – Dean heads off on a hunt by himself to get his head on straight, but you aren’t letting him go without telling you what’s been up with him lately (fluff)

*12x13: Family Feud – You and Dean are fighting over… something… but the events with Gavin and Fiona make you realize that you don’t want to fight with him anymore (angst)

*The Other Side of the Bar – Bartender!Dean AU where he has a bet with you each night to see who can keep a straight face the longest. In Sam’s words, “This was the weirdest damn flirting he’d ever seen.” (FLUFF)

The Edge of Possibility – This is your last night with Dean before he heads off to find his own way in life (bittersweet angst)

~*2571: “4:12″ – You’re having a existential crisis about how nonsensical life is and Dean talks you down from throwing away all of your art

*12x17: The British Invasion – Ketch gets on your nerves, Eileen is your awesome new friend, you tease Sam about Eileen, and Dean is an awesome boyfriend. (this summary sucks, but the fic doesn’t, I promise)

What A Weird Hunt – Sam gets bit by a bewitched lamp, and Dean bursts in after the fighting with a giant box of condoms (fluff)

You’re a Freaking Badass – After dealing with annoying people at the third wedding reception in a month, you vent to Dean about societal expecations (fluff)

~Bitch, I Might Be – Classic “Dean helps Reader sleep” plot (FLUFF)

~*Should’ve Gone To Voicemail – You wake up with a giant hangover and a phone call from a very irate ex-boyfriend (Crack)

~*Roll With It – After drunkenly asking Dean to become your housewife and telling him that you deserve kisses every day, you have to deal with him the next day to return his jacket (FLUFF)

~*Ineffable – in·ef·fa·ble - adjective - too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words. (Implied smut)

~*When A Clock Stops – You have to end things with Dean now that you’re engaged to someone else (Angst, implied smut)

*Takes One To Know One – You’ve been going through a sex-drought recently, and Dean, your best friend, is starting to look a little too tempting. In order to not ruin your friendship, you head to the bar to find someone to break your dry spell

*Dress – Dean and the reader have a conversation about how women buy dresses with the intention of someone taking it off of them just before she leaves for a date. (implied smut)

~*Fibonacci Demons – In therapy, the reader reminiscences about how Dean has helped her want to get better and beat her demons. (detached angst)

A Hell of an Offer – Prompt: “You look so sexy when you’re ignoring me.” (Fluff)

*Wine, Memories, and a Dance – It’s the reader’s first Valentine’s day without her father and Dean spends it with her (Flangst)

Heat of the Moment – The reader and Sam confront Dean after Jack tells them that Dean said he would kill Jack (Rewrite of the last scene in 13x03) (angst)

*The Unexpected – Dean expects a normal quiet morning with his neighbor, but is surprised when her apartment is teeming with people and life and the kind of life he never imagined she’d be a part of

*12x20: Twigs & Twine & Tasha Banes – Dean heads off to help Max and Alicia right after the reader dumps a big surprise on him

*Hot Mama – After a conversation with Dean about Thor, he decides to tag along to the store with you and have some fun (Fluffy husband!Dean x Pregnant!Reader)

~*Ever Since – A cute little fluffy drabble based on the song Sleeping Beauty by Dylan Scott (FLUFF!!)

*She’s A Beauty, Such A Cutie – Help yourself to a cute drabble based on the song Can’t Take Her Anywhere by Dylan Scott (Fluff)

*Grand Canyon Kisses – Heard you wanted a cavity inducing drabble based on the song Back by Dylan Scott (FLUFF)

*Our Own Little Secret – Tossing a fun little drabble your way based on the song Freak Show by Dylan Scott (implied smut)

*A Couple Of Them Beer Buddies – Enjoy a domestic little drabble based on the song Beer Buddies by Dylan Scott

*Crazy As You Want To Be – Did someone order a cute, domestic drabble based on the song Crazy Over Me by Dylan Scott?

*Pistols and Promises – Some idiot demons think threatening Dean’s girl is a smart idea

Breaking Rules -- Friends-with-benefits to lovers

Once In A Lifetime -- Dean remembers the first night he met you

The Books - You come back from a hunt to overhear Sam and Dean talking about the Supernatural books… which you have become a part of.

Multitasking - Dean’s daughter goes off on her first hunt without him and he is a mess

#deanxreader #oneshot masterlist

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She was - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: She was

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Season 13 spoilers

Word Count: 1,223

Summary: When the vamps attack you in the tunnel, you are the one that ends up getting killed and Dean can’t cope with losing his wife. Set during 13x21.

Dean didn't know how it happened. He replayed the scene over and over again in his head but no matter how everything was so clear, every move he made and every move the vamps made against all of you, it was all clear but it all got so blurry in his head when you got involved. You, the woman he'd vowed he would love until his last breath on Earth and until the end of time anywhere else. The woman he'd vowed he would give all of his love and heart to, to make you the happiest on Earth. The woman he's vowed he would be a better man for – you would always fight him on that and say he was that and so much more. The woman he'd vowed to protect with his own life. His wife.

And he failed you.

He had taken the burden on him so many times before. Recklessly went ahead alone on hunts to take down the monster to keep you safe, to make sure nothing would happen because he knew he'd just crumble down if something happened to you. You had stubbornly scolded him though.

“Listen to me, Winchester. The moment I put on that wedding ring on my finger and vowed to be by your side through thick and thin, I didn't mean I was going to let your handsome selfless ass get in the way! We became one that day, Dean! So, yes I am coming with you and we will go through this together and if you die... then we'll do that together too.”

The determination in your voice as he remembered that moment could almost make him smile but it instantly fluttered when all that could echo in his head was your voice screaming his name in fear and pain.

“Dean!” you cried out, the sound echoing through the tunnels that they had been trying to go through as a shortcut to find Mary and Jack faster, until you got attacked by a large group of bloodthirsty vampires that wanted to make a meal out of all of you. You all knew how dangerous it was to make this move but chose to because you were running out of time.

“(Y/n)!” he roared your name, unable to do anything but watch with wide eyes in utter horror as you were held back by two vamps and one of them took a good chunk out of your neck. The blood oozed out, making you dizzy and despite your initial struggles you went limp in their hands pretty fast; making Dean's blood run cold.

“No!” he roared, but it was broken, as tears formed in his eyes both from anger and pain. He struggled and fought harder than he ever had against the vampires holding him back, his eyes going wide when he saw you get dragged away from him.

“(Y/n/n)!” he yelled, groaning but fighting despite the pain any wounds could cause because honestly there was no bigger pain than the one he felt in his heart at the moment. When he was finally able to kill them, he was ready to run after you until another one jumped on him. He killed both that and another one that got in his way before his body instantly carried him in your direction but he didn't get far away as he collided with a chest. He struggled against Sam but he wouldn't let him.

“Dean, wait! Cas went in-” but Sam's words were cut off as the angel came back.

Dean had not even realized when Cas had ran in your direction but when he emerged from the darkness. His green eyes were frantic and wide as he looked at his friend, waiting by some miracle for you to appear behind him.

“Wha-”

“She's gone.” Catiel breathed out but Dean shook his head, feeling his heart break into a thousand pieces in his chest.

“No!” the older Winchester yelled, pushing past his friend and brother but didn't get far away as Castiel took hold of his shoulder and stopped him.

“Dean!” he said but Dean's eyes were focused in the direction you left “We don't have time.” he breathed out and Dean finally looked at him, his breathing shaky as his eyes got glossy.

“She- she's my wife!” his voice was rough albeit weak, his strength slipping right through his fingers when the harsh reality set within him.

“We can't save her.” Castiel said, his lower lips trembling.

“But-” he started, looking in your direction and all words died in his lips as a painful lump formed in his throat.

“Dean” Sam choked out, placing a hand on his brother shoulder as the only thing the older Winchester did was stare withwide watery eyes and feel himself die all over again on the inside “There was nothing you could have done.” the younger Winchester added in a pained voice tone.

“I- I was supposed to.” Dean choked out in a gruff voice, a tear rolling down his cheek “I vowed I would protect her with my life. On our wedding day, Sam, I-” a sob cut him off momentarily “I promised to her that I would make her happy, that I'd...” he smiled as your beautiful image in your wedding dress flashed through his eyes.

But this time it hurt. He thought that the memory of you walking down the aisle would be one to warm his heart for years, as many as he had left anyway, that he planned to spend all with you. But now it only seemed to make the hole in his chest even more painful and the coldness around his heart spread all around his numb body.

“She wanted out.” Dean smiled despite the tears that ran down his cheeks “But she didn't want entirely out, she knew we couldn't be able to do it. And I- I wanted it too. She'd already found a house and god Sam, it was so beautiful. You'd-you'd have loved it.” he sniffled, blinking as he looked up “She already had the nursery in mind.”

Castiel and Sam's eyes widened and they shared a look of horror mixing with pain “Dean” Sam started “Was she... Was she pregnant?”

“No” Dean licked his lips, tasting the tears “No, but we wanted to, we were trying to and gosh she was so excited, so happy, Sammy... was...” he scoffed, shaking his head as he gritted his teeth “We lost every chance now.” he breathed out in a hoarse voice before turning around and storming off in the direction they were already heading.

“D” Sam barely had the chance to breath out but he knew no words would be able to comfort his brother at the moment. He glanced at Castiel who was looking down at the ground in grief.

“Cas?” the younger Winchester asked with a frown, despite his glossy eyes being able to notice something on the angel's face “What's- what's wrong?”

“Nothing, Sam, it's... nothing.” he shook his head but didn't meet his eyes before walking away after Dean, leaving Sam frozen in his place with wide eyes as he realized something Castiel had long ago and oh it downed on him harder than a ton of bricks, a gasp leaving his lips before he whispered one thing...

“She was.”

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orionsangel86 · 7 years

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13x12 - Episode Review - What is Fifth Base Anyway?

So the people at Google must have been confused when they discovered the number of searches for “fifth base” drastically went up overnight… Steve Yokey you cheeky bugger I love you! (Show of hands everyone who did this? Go on, admit it!)

This episode was really good. One of the stronger ones of an already very strong bunch as season 13 continues to exceed in quality. It had jokes, it had deep emotional revelations, it had Cas once again using his SuperPower of sassing the fuck out of things to get what he wants. Yeah it was pretty awesome! So let’s delve into the main points.

The Red Herring Love Spell

We were all expecting this to be an episode similar to 12x11 based on how it was marketed to us. Dean is under a love spell! It’s up to Sam and Rowena to save him! That seemed to be the gist of the PR team’s focus. As ever, PR is not Showrunning and this turned out to be one giant red herring.

The love spell lasted all of five minutes. So why bother? WHY was a love spell even PART of this plot?! Seriously? Someone tell me how this episode couldn’t have followed the EXACT same narrative with the sisters using some other spell to force people to do things for them? The fact is, that love spell was pointless for the plot but excellent for getting people thinking about LOVE. Specifically, Dean Winchester and LOVE, or at least, what love should be, and what it most definitely is not.

Aside from the fact that the clunky music whenever the love spell was invoked made me cringe, I thoroughly enjoyed how innocent it all seemed. Dean got to play Prince Charming to the princess and provide her with a gift of her choosing. I think it says something about Dean that the love spell encouraged this fairy tale vibe specifically for him, when for Dale at the start it was all about him playing protector and hero through violence and theft. I just thought it was an interesting statement about Dean’s wishes and desires compared to other men. Though I gotta admit, the gift giving, goofiness and oh I dunno, protecting his lover from a gun? It all seemed rather familiar to me… Hmmm…

I mean who else has Dean previously entrusted with powerful one off weapons?

Who else has Dean had to recently protect from a pointed gun much to his own horror rather than the recipient who is unlikely to be harmed by a regular gun anyway?

Who else makes Dean goofy and pull these silly delighted faces?

*looks into the camera like on the Office*

Yeah, but see these are not really examples of true love, even though they are all things done with Cas. What IS true love in season 13 is something that subtextually KEEPs getting referred to in EVERY EPISODE. That in 13x01 – 13x05 Dean was deeply lost in grief. Deeply mourning over the loss of Cas – someone who he is truly in love with. Love makes you do crazy things? Yeah, and as Billy said in 13x05 (Yokey’s last episode FYI) Dean wanted to die. Cas’s death had brought him to that level. The fact that now it is SAM who is feeling low, feeling powerless because of the loss of Mary and Jack, and Dean is able to remain focussed and have HOPE that they will save them, continues to be astonishingly hypocritical of Dean given where he was when Cas was dead. But it does keep drawing our attention to that fact, and for that I love it.

Bonus point for “I think you may be right, I think its time we go ahead and call Cas…” … “I’m in love” because Yokey could have written Sam saying ANYTHING at that point but he chose to remind the audience about Cas at that exact moment… as Dean announces he is in love, because the two are connected (and because it then wouldn’t be that much of a stretch to assume that Sam’s initial reaction is “Oh… so you finally admit it?”)

(FYI this crappy gif is my own. Don’t judge. It’s the first I’ve ever made.)

Sam’s mild amusement here just fits the “oh so you finally admit it? We can call Cas and start the wedding preparations?” interpretation and NO ONE can stop me seeing it that way! :D

Bonus Point two for the mentions of “Soulmates” (which relate to Angels in the show) and “Cosmic” (which again, tends to relate to angels and Cas).

Bonus point three that this is an episodes marketed as Dean being in love! LOOK AT ALL THIS HETEROSEXUALITY! It seems to scream at our general audiences, and yet, as always in SPN, if the GA are seeking heterosexuality, they are to be disappointed. They got a 5 minute mini love spell plot and Dean once again is without even a hint of an actual true female romantic partner. Nope, sorry heteros seeking a woman for Dean. You won’t find that here!

Basically, it’s not too much of a stretch to interpret this entire love spell mini plot as exposition for the TRUTH regarding Dean and “true love”. Because we all know it. It’s right there in the subtext. I just wish they’d make it text already.

Review continues under the cut as per usual...

Addressing Long unspoken Trauma – FINALLY

Officially my favourite part of the episode (unofficially my second fave part after “fifth base”), the conversations between Sam and Rowena about their trauma at the hands of Lucifer had me welling up. This is the first time in SPN history that Sam has actually opened up to ANYONE about his Lucifer trauma. Read that again. Be amazed that it has taken this long. Send Dabb and Yokey a fruit basket for this.

One thing season 13 has been excellent at doing, is making things textual that were previously only implied. This seems to be a continued trend following on from the reveal in 12x22 that Dean is effectively Sam’s parent (A fact meta writers have been talking about for YEARS.)

I don’t really have much to say about it actually, because it’s all just THERE in the text. It has left me kind of speechless.

SAM: Its not gonna change anything, you’re still gonna feel helpless. What Lucifer did to you…

ROWENA: I told you I don’t… before he crushed my skull, Lucifer showed me his face. His true face. I’m scared Sam. All the time.

SAM: I’ve seen it too. What he really looks like behind… behind whatever vessel… yeah it still keeps me up at night.

ROWENA: How do you deal with it?

SAM: I guess I don’t deal with it, not really. I mean I…Ive pushed it down, and the world kept almost ending and so I keep pushing it down and I dunno… I don’t really talk about it, not even with Dean, I mean I could… he would listen but, it’s not something I really know how to share.

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SAM: Even if you do get the book, and even if you get your power back. It won’t matter. You won’t ever be able to change what happened, you won’t be able to change how helpless you felt, or how helpless you feel. You’re still gonna get scared. That feeling, that feeling never goes away.

ROWENA: Never?

SAM: Never.

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Honestly it’s perfect. Yokey has decided that enough is enough. We need to discuss this. We need to talk about the fact that our main characters have a shit load of trauma. It’s about GODDAMN TIME.

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I just want to scream about the shots for a second though because god bless Amanda Tapping for being so excellent at capturing emotions. I am starting to think she is one of the best directors for it. The intimate long close ups on the actors faces as they open about this stuff, it just works. The soft music in the back ground pulls no focus away from the gravity of Sam’s words. It’s intense, and harrowing and kudos to Jared here because I think he must have been ITCHING for a moment like this for Sam for YEARS (and for god sake someone ask him about this scene at a con instead of more bloody prank questions PLEASE.)

I also love that it’s Rowena who Sam opens up to about this stuff, because she has that in common with him. I know that it can be argued that Cas has also experienced trauma at the hands of Lucifer, but since Cas is an angel it’s not the same. I doubt Lucifer’s true face would affect Cas, since Cas is already an angel with the ability to see and cope with seeing things that human minds struggle to comprehend.

I think Rowena and Sam is our new Dean and Crowley. They are enemies, but they have a mutual respect for one another and I see this as a really good thing both for Sam and Rowena. Because Crowley was changed thanks to his bond with Dean (love for Dean), he was able to find redemption in that. Rowena could also now find redemption, especially considering her newly powered up status. For Sam I think it was a smart choice to give Rowena the pages at the end. It wasn’t just about the bond they formed over shared trauma, it was Sam knowing that Rowena is right, that Lucifer will always find a way back, and Sam knows that eventually he will have to face him again, and he needs all the help and power he can get, so a powered up Rowena is a powerful ally to have against the creature that tortured and broke both their spirits.

Am I shipping them? No, not really. I still think Rowena is a villain. I never shipped Drowley, though I acknowledge it’s existence in the show as basically a hairsbreadth away from canon. (it’s technically just as close to canon if not more so than Destiel and strongly implied that they hooked up in various episodes). But if the show did go there with Sam and Rowena I wouldn’t mind it as such. I just don’t think it would be endgame. But sure, it could work for a while. I see them more like frenemies with mutual interests. Besides, I’m a Saileen girl all the way and will continue to hope for Eileen’s resurrection this season.

Narrative Mirrors – Witches and Winchesters

Ah narrative mirrors, don’t we love them? I especially love them when they highlight the Winchester family dynamics and just how screwed up they all are. Our witchy sisters fall extremely easily into this category. Jamie and Jenny or “J2” as I now plan to call them (I see what you did there Yokey). So J2 are motivated to do whatever it takes to bring back mum. Whatever it takes even though they are hardly competent witches and only seem to have one spell mastered – the love spell. The older sister uses her charm to encourage the victims to do whatever they wish for, whilst the younger sister is the smarter of the two, more skilled in magic (I wonder who they are supposed to represent?)

They have one purpose, and will stop at nothing until that purpose is fulfilled:

JAMIE: I’m sorry, I know I’m the big sister and I’m supposed to be the strong one or whatever.

JENNY: Yeah?

JAMIE: I just really miss her.

JENNY: I do too.

JAMIE: I know, and I like, really believe in us

JENNY: Jamie, I just want her back so bad

JAMIE: And we’re going to get her back, even if we have to cast every spell in this book and curse the souls of like a million people to make it happen.

Doesn’t this sound rather familiar? Like from 13x09:

DEAN: You were right, about mom you were right, this whole time we should have been looking for her

SAM: I was just hoping, I didn’t know. And anyway it doesn’t matter, now that we do know.

DEAN: We find her, no matter what it takes.

Which always made me kinda uncomfortable. There is a reason that Billy didn’t want Dean knowing their mum was still alive. Because Billy knows that the Winchesters would break the Universe to bring her back. “House of Cards” she called it. What’s the betting that thanks to Sam and Dean this “house of cards” is going to come tumbling down just as Billy predicted? Because I would put money on it.

At the end of the episode, we realise that Sam and Dean are in exactly the same place as J2. Jamie – the older sister, trying to support and reassure her younger sister, the one who “wants mom back so badly”. Jamie, unlike her sister, is totally focused on completing their task, whereas Jenny has her doubts. Just like Sam and Dean. We know that Dean is back to “We’ll figure it out” and “you and me” even though Sam is NOT on board with this, but like Jenny, Sam will follow Dean into a hornets nest if it means doing what they set out to do and save mum.

The girls mum came back wrong though, a zombie. When Mary was first resurrected she certainly wasn’t what the boys expected either, and now she is lost again, whose to say just what state she will be in when she is finally freed? Perhaps the message for the boys here is to actually let her go? As in, let go of the memory of Mary that they had sat on a pedestal (Dean in particular) and start to accept the woman their mother actually is, and let her do her thing, because otherwise it may kill them all.

And isn’t this moment just a perfect visual representation of the toxic co-dependency that is the Winchester brothers? Stab stab stab. One of them even has a hammer… LOL.

(Yup its another one of my crappy gifs.)

The Sassiest Angel in the Garrison

Oh Cas, I have missed your beautiful face…

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(Dipper agrees with me)

Now I think everyone knows by now that I hate Lucifer. As in, I find the character extremely irritating and just want him off our screens dead and buried, and that Mark P can go annoy some other shows audience. The ONLY thing that makes watching Lucifer remotely bearable for me, is Castiel - wonderful, perfect, funny, grumpy, brilliant Castiel, sassing the fuck out of him. Bearing in mind all their scenes but one took place behind bars, I was as always captivated by Cas and the brilliant genius he is.

So far in season 13, Castiel hasn’t actually spent much time using his powers, his grace, to actually get anything done. What he has done, is be incredibly smart and used that tactician brain of his to talk himself out of any situation. Everything Castiel does has a purpose. He is generally a creature of few words (except when it comes to Dean) and therefore, whenever he does speak, it is usually with a great deal of thought. (There was a brilliant meta on the word “assbutt” and how it is the worst insult he could possibly throw at Lucifer and yet everyone still ridicules him for it. Don’t knock the word assbutt. Cas knew exactly what he was doing!)

And so Cas isn’t just being a sassy little bitch in this episode. He’s being a sassy little bitch with purpose. Lucifer may be powered down, but he still has power. Cas knows this. Cas knows that the best way to get Lucifer activating what little power he has is to make him angry. So what does Cas do? He sass’s him, over and over. Pissing him off until eventually, it works.

“Turns out rage is a good motivator”

Such a badass. Bye bye little Dipper.

This is why you should never underestimate Castiel. He will always get the better of you. He will always come out on top in the end.

“This is me, learning from my mistakes” he says whilst stabbing Lucifer at the end of the episode. I thoroughly enjoyed that moment of course, even if we know already it doesn’t stick. Since Lucifer is alive next episode. *sigh*.

Lucifer has been continuously hinting all episode that he want’s Cas’s grace. It seems possible due to pics from next week, that he may actually get what he seeks.

Cas has blood on his collar, which he doesn’t have at the end of 13x12. So is Cas about to become human again? Or at least graceless? It’s possible. @tinkdw wrote this post about it (yes I stole her screencap). We were discussing this in our group chat yesterday and thanks to the themes that would come from another human!Cas story I can certainly get behind it, even if I hate the idea that it isn’t his choice yet again. This time, having Lucifer steal his grace seems worse than the first time. But as I mentioned above, Castiel has already shown several times this season that his grace is in no way where his strengths lie. I just hope that it is still his choice in the end to give it up, or not regain it, however that story may pan out.

But yeah maybe prepare ourselves for a human Cas whose grace was stolen by Lucifer plot? I mean if it doesn’t happen great, but if it does... don’t say we didn’t warn ya okay? I know how sensitive we all get about Cas stuff - this is literally the first any of us had thought of this. Besides, he’ll still be amazing even if Lucifer does take his grace, He’ll get in a few more stabs before the end. No doubt.

Other Awesome Stuff

The “fifth base” scene. Yeah this was certainly risqué of Yokey. I was screaming about this to Tink in the chatty bubbles, trust a gay writer to throw in a gay joke aimed at our currently in the closet bisexual lead character and have him act all awkward like he doesn’t know what it is… *glances at Sam* What? Nope, I’ve never… There’s NO SUCH THING AS FIFTH BASE. Sure Jan. Just as I scoff at the idea of Dean not knowing basic French, the idea that Dean DOESN’T know what fifth base is, is absurd. These are purposely input into this episode to raise our eyebrows and DOUBT them.

Baring in mind the way Rowena asks that question “Did THEY get to fifth base?” not “Did YOU get to fifth base” strongly implies actually that Rowena was asking if Dean was pegged. Let’s get that clear. Once again, we have a bottom!dean joke in the subtext of the show. (At some point we need to round up EVERY reference to Dean’s ass and compare it to the other characters just to make this point.)

Oh gosh I haven’t even got to “What’s by is by” yet. The top result in google for this supposed saying is a destiel fanfic written as coda for this episode. There is NOTHING else. It doesn’t exist. What is Yokey playing at exactly? Bygones be bygones maybe? But she had to say it like that? After a reference to anal? To DEAN? Yeah I know everyone is probably already yelling about this on tumblr but still. This is a very huge WTF from me to Yokey that he would ever think we WOULDN’T pick up on this. He did it on purpose. It has a reason, just like everything else. The reason being “Dean is Bi”.

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The final scene with Rowena is spectacular. It’s also oddly erotic but maybe that’s just me. Rowena is finally unbound, powerful, free, and probably quite deadly. Here’s hoping she raises a hell of a storm. I have always loved Rowena’s character so for me this idea of her being “unbound” and basically immortal is really interesting. I just hope this paves the way to her helping the Winchesters defeat the big bads to come. Because I see her becoming more of an ally as time goes by. I hope she continues to have a big part to play in the story, and after this final scene I am practically sure she will.

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Castiel speaking about Jack like he’s a proud parent gives me life. He truly loves the kid. It’s beautiful.

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Why does Lucifer attract so many dick jokes nowadays? I’m actually almost getting tired of them. For shits and giggles I’m gonna accept it at face value that Lucifer, unlike Crowley, is not well endowed. It makes sense. The tantrums, the violence. Little man syndrome. Pfft.

I’m also going to take it at face value that Cas is most likely huge. Yeah, that smirk is telling.

We all know he’s a big boy. ;-)

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Hats off to Brenda. The biggest star of the episode. Never failed to make me laugh every time I watched.

You go Brenda. You were awesome.

Overall

Solid episode with lots of great moments. Now all I need is Cas to find the boys and get really pissy with them when he realises they didn’t ONCE figure out that Colonel Sanders was impersonating him. I mean sure, Dean has super low self esteem and was clearly grumpy with Cas at the start of the episode for only really checking in with Sam, not coming home after taking off, clearly CHOOSING the road over being at home with HIM... But that doesn’t excuse him being blind to Asmodeus’s impersonation. Bring on next week. I hope Dean grovels.

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Writing Your Story: Chap. 9 - Worst Date Ever

Summary: Raelyn gets a call from her best friend informing her that she got married. Raelyn and Dean travel to Chicago for her reception. As Raelyn is about to tell Dean her feelings the Hooded Man shows up as a guest. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel and Raelyn Nichols (OFC) Pairing: Dean X Raelyn (OFC) Warnings: Fluff, Slight Angst, Cute/Adorable Boyfriend Dean Word Count: 3842 A/N: As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

Raelyn was banging her head on one of the tables in the bunker library. Bang. Bang. Bang. Suddenly a large hand block her from doing it again. “Raelyn, are you okay?” She looked up to see Sam’s concerned hazel eyes. “It’s been weeks, Sam. Weeks?! Nothing on if we can kill Raymond, exorcise the demon or anything on how to deal with him.” Sam sat down next to her and push the books that were in front of her behind him. “Raelyn, go take a break. Go work on your manuscript. I know you have rewrites to do.” She sighed rubbing her forehead. Sam was right that she was behind on her manuscript rewrites and Eric was getting annoying about it. “Alright, alright. I will grab my laptop and bring it out here to work while...” Sam cut her off, “No Raelyn, either work in your room with your music obnoxiously loud or have Dean take you out somewhere to work on it. Either way, you are not allowed to sit in the library for twenty-four full hours.” Raelyn gasped and held her hands over her heart. “That hurts Winchester. That is just rude.” Sam chuckled as he pulled her up out of her chair and pushed her towards her room. “Go. Now.” He said as she waved him off.

Deciding that she would get more done in her room than having to try and entertain Dean while working somewhere else she started up her laptop at her desk. She was about to turn on her music when her phone started playing ‘Backstreet’s Back’ and Morgan’s face popped up. “My god woman, it’s like you’ve been gone forever!” Raelyn said as she heard Morgan start laughing. “I know Raelyn, but I have some big news to share with you.” Raelyn sat down on her bed. She figured that Morgan’s boyfriend had proposed to her since they had been dating since sophomore year of college. “Did Nick finally pop the question?” Morgan’s giggling confirmed to Raelyn that was what happened on their vacation. “Actually, while we were in Mexico we got married!” Raelyn snapped up, “You what?!” she shouted just as Dean was passing by her room. She looked over to him as he leaned against the door frame. She was listening to Morgan describe the small ceremony and how romantic it was. “Raelyn, we’re having a reception in Chicago and you have to come. Bring the hunk of a man you had at the Gala with you. I want to meet him and make sure he is good enough for you.” Raelyn rolled her eyes as Dean walked in sitting in her computer chair. “I don’t know if he can make it. He may have to work. Text me all the information and I will make sure I’m there. Just wow, I can’t believe you’re married now. I mean I always knew you and Nick would get married but… just wow. Congratulations.” Raelyn watched as Dean curiosity was becoming hard for him to handle. “Thank you, Raelyn. I’m glad you understand because my parents are having a fit. Anyway, I gotta go but we’ll see you next week at the reception and make sure you prepare a Maid of Honor speech. Love ya!”

Raelyn hung up the phone and flopped back onto her bed with her arm over her eyes. “I’m dying here. Come on, who was that?” Dean was bouncing like a school girl. “That was my best friend, Morgan. She was on a four-week vacation down in Mexico with her boyfriend, Nick.” Raelyn propped herself up on her elbows. “And…?” Dean prompted her. “And… they apparently got married. Which is great and I’m happy for her, but I always thought I would be her Maid of Honor during her ceremony. Go dress shopping with her and plan a bridal shower for her.” Which each thing Raelyn mentioned Dean’s face scrunched up and she started laughing. “At least I get to embarrass her with a Maid of Honor speech at her reception. I will have to go up to Chicago for that and I can stay in my condo overnight since it’s warded.” Raelyn’s phone chimed with a text from Morgan with all the details for the reception. “Of course, she is having the reception at The Metropolitan in the East Room. Next Saturday from five o’clock to eleven o’clock.” She sat up as Dean leaned forward on his knees, “Seems like you will need a date…” She shook her head as she kept reading Morgan’s text. “You don’t have to come with me…” She heard him sigh disappointedly and she glance up from her phone to see him frowning. “Dean, do you want to come with me to a wedding reception? I would assume this would be the last thing you would want to go too.”

Dean nervously ran his hands over his thighs, “I mean you’ll need one of us to go with you to make sure Raymond doesn’t come for you like he did at the gala. Plus, you know I never got to finish our dance and it would be cool to meet your friend.” Raelyn stared at him in shock. Dean’s shoulders slouched down in defeat as he got up and walked towards the door. “I get it if you don’t want me to go. I know I didn’t protect you the last time.” Raelyn got up and grabbed his hand, “First, it is not your fault I was kidnapped. Sam told me how you didn’t stop looking for me and how you fought off Raymond to rescue me. I never once even considered any of that your fault.” Dean looked like a fragile child as his eyes were down cast. Raelyn put her fingers under his chin lifting his head to have his eyes meet hers. “I really thought you wouldn’t even consider going because it’s a bunch of stuffy yuppies and Morgan. I would love it if you came with me and met Morgan even if she is going to grill you about everything in your life. Apparently, even in Mexico they got media news about the gala and saw us together.” Dean smiled at her making her weak in the knees. “I’m sure I can handle her. I was tortured in hell for forty years.” Raelyn laughed and patted him on the shoulder, “You’re gonna wish you were back in hell after dealing with her.” Raelyn turned around as she heard Dean scoff, “I got this.”

Days leading up to their trip to Chicago, Raelyn finished her rewrites making Eric extremely happy and she spoke with Morgan every day in order to help keep her sanity. Raelyn wrote her Maid of Honor speech and practiced with Sam as her audience. Friday afternoon, Dean was getting Baby ready for the trip to Chicago. “Maybe I should come along as well. I can easily do research from Raelyn’s condo while you two are at the reception.” Sam said as he carried Raelyn’s bag. “Sammy, it will be fine. This time I won’t let her out of my sight at all during the party. You stay here keep researching on the whole hybrid thing and the search for Jack. Check in on Cas since we haven’t heard from him.” Sam nodded as he put Raelyn’s bag in the trunk. Raelyn got in the Impala and watched as the brothers had a short exchange as Dean shut the trunk. She waved to Sam as they pulled out of the garage. “Everything okay?” she asked. Dean reached over turning on the radio, “Yeah, everything’s fine. Sam is a worry wart.” Raelyn nodded thinking nothing of it. As Dean drove through the night, Raelyn slept not having a single dream or nightmare in weeks. Raelyn woke up as Dean pulled into her parking garage with her pass card. Her feet were resting up against Dean’s thigh and she smirked thinking even unconscious she was drawn to him. Once they were up in her condo they both flopped onto her bed. Too tired to even change they fell asleep on top of the covers facing one another.

Raelyn’s alarm sounded at nine o’clock and a large hand reached over her smacking it off. Raelyn groaned as she felt a weight across her waist. Her eyes snapped opened suddenly aware she was in a vise grip of Dean Winchester’s. His head buried in the crook of her neck. His arm wrapped completely around her waist with his fingers tucked underneath her and his legs entangled with hers. She tried to move but his grip got tighter and he mumbled, “Five more minutes, please.” She chuckled nervously and placed her hand on top of his trying to force herself to relax. She heard him sigh contently and she finally laid back into his embrace. “I knew you’d see it my way.” He whispered and she could not help the cheesy smile on her face. After a few minutes, Dean finally let go of her and she sat up on the edge of her bed. She ran her hand through her long hair and caught Dean staring up at her. She stuck her tongue out at him, “Take a picture it last longer, pretty boy.” He chuckled sitting up and then grabbing Raelyn’s sides tickling her. “Dean! Stop it, please!” she shouted in between giggling. Dean trapped her on the bed hovering over her. He stopped resting his hands on either side of her as she tried to catch her breath. She looked up into his brilliant green eyes as he slowly leaned down towards her. Her eyes went wide and she watched as he licked his lips. He was close enough she could feel his breath on her mouth and just as his lips were about to touch hers the doorbell rang. Dean sighed as he leaned his forehead against hers, “Damn.” He whispered as he pulled himself off the bed. Raelyn shot off the bed and went to answer the door seeing a frantic Morgan.

“Your timing has not improved over the years, Morgan.” She said through gritted teeth. “What?” Morgan said as she walked into the living room. Morgan was saying something about her parents and Nick’s parents but Raelyn was looking towards Dean who was casually standing by her bedroom door trying not laughing at the scene in front of him. “Morgan!” Raelyn shouted as her best friend shut up and turned towards her. “Sorry! What?” Raelyn pointed to Dean who waved at Morgan as she turned around. “Holy… wow. Hi there.” Raelyn rolled her eyes, “Morgan Gilman this is Dean…” Raelyn was unsure to say his real last name or not and thankful Dean introduced himself, “Winchester. Dean Winchester. It’s nice to meet you Morgan.” Morgan shook his hand and turned to Raelyn as she fanned herself. “Dean, you can use my shower and get ready while I help Morgan calm down.” Dean nodded turning to go back into her bedroom and shut the door. “Raelyn! Wow, look at that man!” Raelyn shushed her and that is when she saw Dean’s bag still in the living room. She grabbed the bag and knocked on the door. “Dean, your bag is still out here.” She said through the door. Raelyn sucked in a breath as she watched Dean open the door with only his jeans on. “Thanks, I was about to come out and get it.” Raelyn nodded handing it to him. She could not help to admire his toned chest and stomach. His jeans were hanging low on his hips and the waistband of his boxers were peeking out the top of them. Dean leaned down raising his eyebrows with a cocky smirk on his face, “Enjoying the show?” Raelyn nodded, “Sure am pretty boy.” His laugh was low and he stepped back to shut the door again.

Raelyn turned to see Morgan’s slacked jaw. “I want to know everything, right now.” Raelyn sat down and came up with a story of how they met at the Chicago Comic Con event she was working, which was true and kept in contact afterwards. “Morgan, we’re not dating. We are just friends.” Morgan scoffed, “Yeah right.” Raelyn kept her face straight to show Morgan she was not joking. “Raelyn Nichols! Why have you not locked that down?!” Raelyn fidgeted with the hem of her shirt and shrugged. “It’s complicated Morgan.” Her best friend got up and squished herself next to Raelyn in her favorite chair and wrapped her arms around her neck. “Love is always complicated, Rae. You’re thinking that you are not good enough for him, right?” Raelyn sighed, “The thought has crossed my mind, but it’s more than that Morgan. I felt connected to him for the moment I laid eyes on him. Like… like…” She could not bring herself to say it, but Morgan did. “Like you were meant to be together. Yeah, I saw that the moment I walked in here and you know got past the whole he’s dropped dead gorgeous thing.” Raelyn started laughing. “You really think… he and I?” Morgan smiled brightly at her, “Match made in heaven if you ask me.” Raelyn chuckled. Morgan had no idea how right she was. “Alright, enough of my lack of a love life. Today is about you and Nick. What do you need done? How can I calm you down?” Morgan hugged her and then went into a whole list of things she needed.

Once she had a list of everything Morgan needed she left. Raelyn started making notes on the list when Dean came out from her room. He was dressed in tight jeans fitting in all the right place on his legs and hips along with a form fitting black t-shirt that hugged every muscle he had on his upper body. He sat down on the couch next to Raelyn putting on a pair of black boots. “Where is Morgan?” he asked as Raelyn openly stared at him. “She, uh… she left. I have a list of things I have to do for tonight.” She held up her list and Dean chuckled. “Alright, well you can take your shower and get ready then we will knock out this list. Unless, of course, you just want to sit here and stare at me some more.” Raelyn puckered her lips and scrunched up her nose as if she was thinking. “That is tempting but I think I’ll go take my shower.” Dean glanced at her and snapped his fingers, “Damn, I guess I’m just not as tempting as I used to be.” Raelyn shook her head and ruffled his wet hair. “You’re very tempting but I know how to resist temptation and be an adult.” His chuckling could still be heard once she was in her room with the door close.

Raelyn decided to wear a simple white top with a royal blue skater skirt that came to just above her knees. Morgan promised her that she could dress causal and wear her Converse so she slipped on her royal blue pair. She left her hair down and pinned back the sides. She kept her make-up light and natural. She grabbed a light jacket and walked out of her room finding Dean playing games on his phone. “Okay, pretty boy, do I look presentable?” Dean looked up at her and she twirled around for him. Her skirt flared out which was the only reason why she liked it. Dean’s silence was making her feel awkward, “Dean? Do I look okay or should I change?” her voice was a little more serious this time and he shook his head. “You look gorgeous, Raelyn. Literally, I’m kind of speechless and feel a little under dressed.” She smiled bashfully at him as he got up making his way towards her. “You look great Dean.”

He stood in front of her and moved a piece of her hair behind her shoulder. “You know I was thinking about this morning and everything going on.” Raelyn nodded, “Mmhmm.” He ran his hands down her arms and lifted her hands up to the back of his neck. “I was thinking maybe we could make this our first official date. Give this whole destiny, fate, soulmate thing a try.” His hands were resting on her hips and started swaying her back and forth. “A date?” she asked as he nodded. “Really?” He stopped and looked down at her his smile fading. “Am I reading things wrong between us? Forget the whole soulmate thing, but I thought that you… never mind. Sorry.” Dean took a step back dropping his hands from her hips. Raelyn shook her head and then pulled his lips down to hers. First, he did not move at all and Raelyn pulled away quickly. She felt her cheeks burning and she stared up at him, “You’re not reading this wrong.” She whispered and that was all Dean needed to hear from her because he crashed his lips against hers again. This time his arms wrapped around her waist bringing her as close to him as possible. Their mouths melded together perfectly as she ran her fingers through his hair tugging on it gently. She felt his chest vibrate as he growled pulling away from her. Both of them breath heavily as Dean rested his forehead against hers, “Damn it, I want to take you in that bedroom and never leave but we need to get going so I don’t piss off your best friend.” Raelyn instinctively crossed her legs squeezing her thighs at the thought of being with Dean. “Yeah, I would hate for the famously indestructible Dean Winchester to be taken out by a simple human female.” Dean nodded kissing the tip of her nose, “Come on gorgeous let’s get this list completed.” Raelyn had the best afternoon of her life with Dean. They walked all around downtown Chicago hand in hand getting the things Morgan needed. It was a perfect day to be outside in Chicago with the fall chill keeping temperatures cool. They stopped for lunch at the diner her and Castiel always met at and Dean was over the moon to have a piece of apple pie. The Impala’s backseat was filled with bags as they made their way to the Willis Tower. Raelyn saw Nick standing outside with a few other guys to help her with Morgan’s things. Dean parked right in front as they got out. Nick gave her a big hug and twirled her around. “Raelyn, looking great as always!” She smacked him gently on the chest as he put her down. “Nick, I would like for you to meet Dean Winchester.” The two men shook hands sizing one another up. “Nice to meet you. Morgan has been going on and on about you.” Dean smirked pushing his Ray Bans up on top of his head. “Yeah, I’m looking forward to getting to know you both. Friends of Raelyn’s are friends of mine.” Dean turned to Raelyn handing her the keys to the Impala. “I’ll help these guys and you can go park the car.” Her jaw slightly dropped and he chuckled. She kissed his cheek and quickly got into the car before he changed his mind.

Once Raelyn parked Baby in a safe spot and made her way up to the sixty-seventh floor she jumped right in helping Morgan’s mom with decorations. She glanced around and saw Dean helping a few guys seat up a present table. “Quite the man you got there, Raelyn.” Mrs. Gilman said as Raelyn nodded. Right at five o’clock guests started filing in and Raelyn stood off to the side watching Morgan and Nick greet people. She felt an arm drape over her shoulders and she leaned into Dean’s side resting her head on his chest. “Ready for your speech?” he asked. “Yeah, as ready as I’ll ever be.” She sighed and Dean looked down at her. “What’s wrong?” She shook her head and laced her fingers with his. “That’s not very convincing but I’ll drop it since Morgan is making a beeline towards us.” Raelyn laughed as she watched Morgan make her way through the crowd. “Come on, Raelyn. Nick’s best friend is finally here and you two can give your speeches.” Raelyn looked up to see who was talking with Nick and she gasped. Her grip on Dean’s hand tighten. “I’ll be right there, Morgan.” Morgan did not notice Raelyn’s reaction and walked back over to her husband. “What is it, Raelyn?” Dean asked concerned and she pointed to the man now hugging Morgan. “Son of a bitch…” Dean muttered as she watched Morgan leading Raymond over to them.

“Raelyn and Dean this is Raymond Carter, Nick’s best friend. Raymond this is my best friend and her boyfriend.” Raymond smiled at them both. “Nice to meet you both.” Morgan’s mom had called her and Nick over for a picture leaving Raymond standing there in front of them. Dean moved slightly in front of Raelyn and Raymond snickered. “Don’t worry Dean, I won’t do anything to Raelyn here. I didn’t even know she would be here but I have to say I’m pleasantly surprised to find another person to be able to hold over her.” Dean gritted his teeth, “I’m going to find a way to kill you. I promise.” Raelyn watched as he laughed and then looked directly at her. “Trust me, you will not be the one to kill me. There is only one thing on this earth that can kill me and it is not that darling demon blade nor a silver blade. Good luck finding the only thing that can take me out.” Raelyn narrowed her eyes at him and before she could say anything the DJ was calling for Raymond and Raelyn to come up for their speeches.

After her speech, Raelyn did not leave Dean’s side. She made small talk with a few friends from college when she saw Raymond walking up. Dean had been right behind her talking with Morgan’s dad about cars and excused himself as he went up behind Raelyn. “Excuse me ladies, I just wanted to say goodbye to Raelyn before leaving. It was lovely meeting you.” She nodded, “Yeah, you too.” He nodded towards Dean and then walked to the elevators. Raelyn breathed a sigh of relief and excused herself from the group of girls walking with Dean to the bar. She ordered a shot of whiskey and downed it immediately ordering another. Once she had that one down she asked for water. “Dean?” He looked over to her after ordering a beer. “Yeah?” She wrapped her arms around his waist resting her head on his chest, “This was the worst date ever. Can we have a redo?” She heard his chuckling rise up through his chest. “Yeah, we can have a redo and I promise it will be a great date.” Dean kissed the top of her head as he wrapped his arms around her.

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