singing-like-a-bird-about-it-now

[kakejiszkas]

the first five seconds of this reel felt like a personal attack actually 🫶🏻

[calpalirwin]

B.U.B

Summary: What’s better than your best girl and best mate getting along? Well, nothing really. If you knew the rumors were false, that is. 

A/N: They’re back! And they’re setting the record straight once and for all!

Content: Typical shenanigans

Word Count: 1.7k

Disclaimer: Not a poly!cashton fic

Need to catch up? Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

And away, and away we go!

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Part 4

“Hi, I’m Calum Hood and I play bass!” Sam announced, her hands going to her hips as she struck a pose.

Ashton frowned. “You didn’t want to go as me?”

“Partner called dibs,” she answered. “Again,” she added with an eye roll at Luke on the couch dressed up once again as her boyfriend.

“Should’ve been faster, sweetheart,” Luke said.

Sam shook her head before turning her gaze back on Ashton. “What are you going as, Mr. No Fun?”

Ashton shrugged, tapping his fingers against his jeans. “This?”

“You didn’t wanna go as me?” she taunted, her blue eyes shining mischievously.

Ashton chuckled and pulled her close to him. “If it wasn’t a show night, I probably would dress up.”

“So what was your excuse last year?” she asked, referring to when Ashton had bailed on being a Three Musketeer with her and Calum so they dressed up Duke.

Ashton shrugged again.

“Well, enjoy staying backstage,” she said, patting his chest affectionately. Since he had refused to take part in the group costume, Sam and her bubs had decided that she would go on stage. 

“What?!” Ashton screeched. 

“If you refuse to take part in the band costume, you’re out of the band. Them’s the rules,” Sam stated, patting his chest again. 

“Them’s the rules,” the bubs agreed. 

“But you don’t even know how to play bass!”

“That’s what you think,” both Calum and Sam told him, high-fiving each other. Calum had been teaching Sam bass for months for this specific reason. 

“What?!” Ashton screeched again, realizing that his band mates and girlfriend were serious. There was going to be a 5SOS show, but Ashton Irwin had been regulated to Sam Hudson status. Which meant that Luke was going to… “No!” Ashton shouted, his arms crossing. “No. Luke is not. No!”

“Showtime, guys,” a stagehand announced. 

“Bye, Fletch, have fun!” Sam waggled her fingers at him as she followed Calum, Luke, and Mike out of the dressing room.

“Fuck off, this isn’t happening,” Ashton said, following after them, grabbing a spare set of drumsticks off the table when Luke grabbed the pair from the confused stagehand. “Luke, you touch my drum kit and it’ll be the last thing you do,” Ashton threatened, gripping Luke’s shoulder.

“Aw, c’mon!” Luke laughed. “Just one song?”

Ashton’s eyes narrowed as he took in his bandmates and girlfriend who all pouted back at him. “Fine!” he relented, throwing his hands up in the air. “One song! One! And if you break my drums, Luke, so help me God I will end you.”

The crowd lost their shit when they realized what was happening. And they chanted so loudly after each band member took their rightful place after the first song that Sam made an encore appearance.

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“So let’s switch gears for a minute,” the interviewer said. “Sam Hudson.”

Ashton rolled his eyes while the guys laughed. This had to be the tenth interview of this press tour where he’d been asked about his girlfriend. Everyone wanted the exclusive scoop it seemed. Only there was no exclusive scoop. “What about Sam?” Ashton asked.

“Who’s she with?”

The guys shared a collective smirk. They had prepared almost too perfectly for this particular question. “Your mum!” they all laughed.

The interviewer laughed with them. “A while ago you guys were having a lot of fun with the paps, running them ragged as they tried to keep up with the lot of you. Is that still happening?”

“Yes and no,” Ashton admitted.

“How do you mean?”

“Well, we still take the girls out. Like there’s a rotation schedule we follow,” Ashton explained.

“Yeah,” Mike jumped in. “Like when we have our guys night, the girls have their night. Then there’s date night. Then there’s group night where we’re all together.”

“We just stopped knocking out paps,” Luke jumped in.

“Probably for the best. How did you manage to get out of that mess?”

“We all threatened to sue them,” Calum answered. “We haven’t had as many problems since then. Like they take their pictures and print their stories, but they don’t really say much to us anymore.”

“Well that’s good, isn’t it?”

They all nodded. “Yeah. Like we understand people are going to be in our business. It’s what comes with living the life we live. But that’s not a free pass to be rude. Like people are allowed to be close to each other without romance being involved.”

“And you guys seem to be on the cutting edge of that trend. Always seem to cozy up to one another.”

They all nodded again. “Yeah, we’re secure enough in ourselves to be affectionate with those we love. And we’re secure enough in our relationships for it to be a non-issue. Like there’s no jealousy or hostility. We all know where our hearts lie. And we doubt that what we do is uncommon especially in this day and age, but if people want to use us as the example of what healthy and mature relationships look like, then we’re happy to be that example.”

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“Where are you going all dressed up?” Amanda asked, kissing Calum’s cheek as she looked at him in their bathroom mirror.

“It’s my day to take out Sam. We’re going to see Footloose.”

“Sam,” Amanda clicked her tongue. “As in Ash’s girlfriend?”

“As in my friend?” Calum asked back.

“And you’re taking her out?”

“Yeah,” Calum nodded. “Look, it’s a little hard to explain, but all of us guys take turns taking out each other’s girlfriends. It’s nothing serious. It just gives us all time to develop our own friendships naturally.”

“Oh, so you do this with Crystal and Sierra too?” she asked, crossing her arms and glaring at him through the mirror.

Calum nodded slowly.

“And what am I supposed to do? Just wait around for you to get back from your dates with other women?”

Calum rubbed at his face in slight agitation. “I’m not going on dates with other women. I’m going out with my friend to see a show. I’ve been doing this for three years now. It’s public knowledge this is what we do. I don’t see what the problem is.”

“The problem is I’m your girlfriend, Cal!”

“So I’m just supposed to stop hanging out with my friends?”

“No, I didn’t say that.”

“Really?” he asked, skeptically. This is why he didn’t do the dating thing. And it honestly made him feel like a royal prick for the way he had treated Sam the first few months she had dated Ashton. It wasn’t easy feeling like an outsider to the group of close-knit friends. And while he really liked Amanda and wanted to be respectful of her feelings, it was hard when he felt like he was being pushed into a corner.

“Yes. What I’m saying is I’m not comfortable with the idea of you going out alone with another woman.”

“Even if she’s my friend and dating someone else?”

“Especially if she’s dating someone else!” Amanda blew up.

“So you’d much prefer I go out with single women then, is that it?”

“I’d rather you didn’t go out with any women at all!”

He rubbed at his face again, trying to control his temper. “Honestly, I don’t have time for this argument right now. I want to respect your feelings. I really do. But this isn’t going to work if you can’t trust me.”

“It’s not you I don’t trust,” she pouted, pulling on his arm, her eyes pleading.

His brown eyes went hard. “No.” He shook his head. “Would you be upset if I was going out with one of the guys?”

“No.”

“Then why does it matter that Sam’s a girl?”

“It’s just different, okay?!”

“How?! How is it different?”

“It just is!”

Calum shook his head again. “Nope. That’s not a good enough reason. She’s still a friend. If it’s not weird that I would go out with Ash alone, then it shouldn’t be weird that I would go out with Sam alone. And if it is weird, then I’m sorry but that’s a double-standard and…”

“And what?”

“And we probably won’t work out.”

“So that’s it? You’re gonna go on your date with Sam and we’re done?”

“I’m saying I’m walking out that door to go hang out with my friend. And if you wanna stay and work this out when I get back, I’m happy to do that. And if you don’t want to, then I understand and I wish you the best.” And with that, he was walking out of the bathroom past her and out of his front door, headed for the car.

He was pulling out of the driveway when he saw Amanda slam his front door shut and stomp off to her own car. Something told him she had made her choice. Two months down the drain. He rolled his eyes. He didn’t need to justify his actions to anyone. If a girl wanted to be part of his life, she needed to be able to understand the people in it.

“Hey, bu- whoa, you okay?” Sam asked as she pulled open the door for him before he could open it himself.

He shrugged. “Pretty sure Amanda and I just broke up.”

Sam frowned and wrapped him in a hug. “Oh, bub, I’m sorry.”

“S’alright,” he said, hugging her back. “She wasn’t happy when I said I was leaving for the day to take you out.”

Sam’s frown deepened. “Bub… I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault, princess.”

“It kinda is…” She bit her lip.

Calum shook his head. “No it’s not. I told her I was willing to talk through her concerns with her when I got back. She decided to leave. All there is to it.”

“I’m still sorry, bub. I know you want a queen.”

“I don’t want a queen if she can handle the rest of my court. Now, c’mon,” he smiled down at her, “we got a show to catch.”

“Sorry about Amanda, mate,” Ashton called out to Calum as he came down the stairs, having finished getting spiffed up for his own “date.” He turned his attention to Sam. “Have fun with Cal, baby.”

“Have fun with Crystal, Fletch,” Sam said, reaching up to kiss him goodbye.

Ashton turned his attention one last time to Calum. “You’ll find a girl who understands one of these days,” Ashton said, resting a hand on Calum’s shoulder.

Calum returned the gesture. “I know mate.”

Calum found his queen a week later when Sam’s childhood friend, Emily, came over on the group’s weekly get-together. By the end of the afternoon Emily found herself not only accepted into the group of seven, but the missing 8th piece to the puzzle. By the end of the month, Emily’s name was added to the BUB Accords.

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Don can't find any of them anywhere for Check Out. No one is answering their doors or phones. Not even the responsible ones, like Ashleigh, Bullet or Benny.

Annoyed, he heads to Colson and Luna's suite. He HATES dealing with them, ever since they first met. Especially her.

The door is slightly ajar, concerning Don for a moment. Entering the room cautiously, he finds The Ten of Them sleeping on the floor. Curled up and splayed all over each other like little kids on the mattresses.

Rolling his eyes, he mutters "Fucking idiots." Before speaking loudly. "What the HELL is this shit? You better put these fucking beds back. I'm not explaining your fucking slumber party when the hotel charges the lable for damages."

The rude tone and words coming out of his mouth stirs them. Groggy, with monkeys beating drums inside their heads, they all wish he would just GOOO AWAAY.

Luna opens her eyes. Giving him a death stare.

"Will you EVER be cool, Don?" She asks him with a sigh.

"Will you ever NOT be a fucking bitch?" He fires back at her.

"YEOO." The bass in Colson's voice vibrates Luna's body as his head flies up from behind her. "Watch your FUCKING mouth, Motherfucker when talking to my girl." His tone is fierce in defense of Luna. "Matter of fact, get the FUCK out before you make me get the FUCK up." He warns before laying back into their warmth.

"Bye, Don." Luna states in a monotone voice.

"I don't know how either of you have a fucking career." He spits out.

The Ten of Them are irritable from their Trip last night. With NONE of them liking this DickHead at the moment. Brains still linked, his comment hits them all.

"BYE DON!!" The Ten shout in unison, none moving.

"Indigent Fucks." Is thrown over his shoulder as he storms out, slamming the door behind him.

Getting comfortable again, those that awoke go back to sleep. Fuck Don.

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Colson is performing tonight at MidLand. Finally up and dressed, they're all there. Moving slowly, but they're there. Even before 2P at that. Hanging out back. Burning as they recount the night before. No one skates. They sit, stand or lean. The struggle is REAL.

Luna's starving. She needs cheeseburgers, pineapples and coffee in her life.

"Hook it up?" She asks The Boys.

Offering to Take Care of Them All to their Oh My God, Yes Please's.

Dressed simply in dark shades, her Yankees hat, ripped jeans and a black crop top, Luna pulls off Colson's jean jacket. She was cold earlier but is starting to warm up in the sun.

Slipping in between Colson's legs, she wraps her arms around his shoulders. They lean cheek to cheek for a minute. Breathing each other in. Last night being so intense, they can still feel the raw emotions.

"I'll be back. Text me what you guys want from McDonald's. Love you." She kisses his cheek lightly.

"Love you.... Don't forget we gotta pick Emma and Case up at 430P..." He reminds her to her nod of agreement.

Grabbing Sam and Ashleigh, they take a walk. Burning and sipping on water along the way.

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The Boys take The Girls being gone as an opportunity to run a light rehearsal. Focusing on practicing the Sublime song Colson wants to cover tonight.

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Luna's a bitch. Luna's a bitch who doesn't like to be ogled. Luna is a bitch who can't STAND creeps. Luna's an even BIGGER bitch when she's recovering from a drug binge and CATCHES someone acting creepy.

And thaaats's exactly what leads to what happens in the grocery store.

In the produce section, Luna's wandering around with Ashleigh looking for fresh cut pineapples. Sam's towards her left, in a cross aisle on her phone facing the wall.

Rounding the corner into another aisle, Sam now comes directly into Luna's eyesight. So is a man moving around weirdly in the same aisle as Luna and Ashleigh. He's facing towards Sam. Watching him as her and Ashleigh begin to walk passed, something makes Luna look down.

This pig, is standing in the aisle, behind his cart. He has his hand down his pants and is jerking off to an unknowing Sam.

It feels like slow motion as Luna sees what he's doing, life hitting fast forward once she fully realizes it.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!" Luna screams.

Grabbing the back of the cart and shoving it into the man with all her might. Knocking him down backwards on to the ground, she then moves the cart. Stomping his hand in place on his dick with her right foot.

"What the fuck, Loons!?!" Sam comes rushing over.

"Bro. You see this shit." Luna points to his hand trapped in his pants. "He was fucking jerking off to YOU. RIGHT FUCKING HERE."

Sam's reaction is the EXACT same as Luna's. Word. For. Word.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!!"

She screams also. Bringing her knee up high, Sam starts to stomp down on the dude.

"You like jerking off to girls who don't know it? You fucking freak!" She continues to shout.

Luna joins in. Ashleigh standing back like the night in Chicago. Watching Sam and Luna stomp and kick the fuck out of A Jack Off Johnny of Kansas City.

"Let's see how much you like yanking it in the grocery store after that, Motherfucker." Sam spits on him before they leave him bloody and whimpering on the ground.

The two employees watching don't bother to aid the man or stop The Girls. His actions being unacceptable, they decide to leave him there.

Walking towards the door, Luna spies the fresh fruit she wants. Making their purchase, they leave the grocery store and head to McDonald's.

"Was he really whacken' off to her?" Ashleigh asks in uncomfortable disbelief.

"Yeah, dude." Luna says, disgusted.

She hates the world on a regular day. Today it's extra.

"I seen his fucking hand stuck down his pants, Ash." Sam says with a shudder.

"Why are men so gross..." Ashleigh complains.

Her low serotonin makes her sensitive to sadness. While Luna and Sam are both prone to anger and violence.

"Because there ain't enough women who ain't afraid to beat the fuck out of them when they act gross." Sam states angrily.

She's not wrong. 

"How do you guys know how to do that?" Ashleigh asks quietly.

"What?" Luna cocks her head towards her.

"Not be afraid of men and beat them up the way you do? I would never know how to do that." She says honestly.

"It's a NY thing." Luna blows her off.

Looking at Sam. Some words shouldn't be said. Just as some reasons never need to be relived.

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Sitting on the back loading dock of the venue, The Ten of Them are reunited eating their fast food and fresh fruit. Having so many bags of burgers, fries, nuggets and pineapples. Ten different sodas and iced coffees, The Girls had to snag a shopping cart to get it all back in one piece.

The Ten of Them are all still pretty miserable. Luna offering up a Xanax to whomever needs. That would be 8 out of 10.

Sitting next to Colson as she munches on a double cheeseburger, Luna's legs are swinging wildly. She loves beef and cheese. Almost as much as she loves Colson.

"Is that blood on your shoe?" Colson asks her, confused and slightly concerned.

"Damn it. That Motherfucker." Luna growls as she lifts her leg to see the tiny splatters.

"WHAT Motherfucker?" Colson now demands.

His possessiveness amuses to Luna. Sucking her teeth and preparing for his reaction, Luna tells the Tale of A Jack Off Johnny of Kansas City.

"Why the fuck didn't you call me?" He insists once she's finished.

"Imagine that...." She says dryly.

Putting her pinky and thumb to her ear, like a phone. She bobbles her head and wiggles her straightened shoulders. Voice and body mimicking a 1950s housewife.

"Hiii Honey, would you mind coming down to the local grocer. I've got a sexual predator trapped here under my foot but still need you to come defend my honor for me. Please?"

She changes her tone as she shoots him a Look with a "Yeah. No."

"I fucking hate when she acts like this... Like she's fucking invincible... She better never...." He doesn't even want to finish the thought. Knowing that his brain is mush and his girlfriend is a psychotic bitch with no fear.

"You're fucking insane." Is all he says, shaking his head as he bites into his burger.

"And you're beautiful and I love you." Luna tells him, nipping any argument in the bud.

Once they've finished eating, Luna and Sam borrow Baze, their instruments and stage to rehearse. Luna doesn't have a name for the Ellen song, she just keeps calling it, IT.

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Watching Luna from SideStage, Colson's phone rings. It's a number he doesn't know.

"Hello?" He answers.

"Hi. Colson? It's Francis, Luna's friend. We met at your house in LA for her Tea Party..." Frannie introduces herself.

"Oh! Hey! Yeah, what's up?" He asks, moving away from the stage.

"I hope you don't mind but I got your number off Sam to that maybe we could touch base about Luna's birthday?" Frannie asks, striking fear into Colson's heart.

"Oh FUCK... I forgot her birthdays coming up." He knows her birthday, he just sometimes doesn't know the actual date of the day he's living in. Many occasions sneak up on him. Ashleigh usually catching them first. Plus, his brain is more wonked out than usual.

"Uhhh... Yeah... What were you thinking?" He opens his apps to check the day of the week it falls on.

"Well, Paris and I always throw her a party out here... Or we used too. We didn't the last two years... So we wanna do that.... Is there a date? Because we were thinking the 19th, not knowing what you guys have planned with this and the wedding and all...." Frannie trails off.

"Fuuuuckkk... The wedding. We don't even know when we're doing that...." Frannie hitting Colson with layers of reality he can't deal with.

"Uhmmm... Shit man. We're on tour right now and haven't really talked about any dates or even her birthday. Fuck, I feel like an Asshole." Colson winces when he instinctively rubs the back of his head, forgetting his new ink.

"Okayyyy... How about we throw her the party on the 19th. You have my number now... If you think of anything just hit me up. Sound good?" She asks.

"Yeah. Thank you. I'm sorry I'm such an Asshole with all of this.... I've never had a serious girlfriend like this before...." He says sheepishly.

"Soooo... You think you should just jump right to wife in three months?" Frannie's trying not to sound sarcastic but she can't help it.

"YEAH. I do. And so does Luna, since she did say Yes." Colson begins to feel slightly defensive.

"I'm sorry." Frannie backs down. "Luna and I are really old friends and I just think it's quick. When do you guys get back to LA? We'll hang out. Before the party." She suggests an olive branch.

"Yeah, deff. And me too. We're done at the end up this month. Call Luna and set something up and I'll keep us and whoever free on the 19th." Colson agrees with an irritated sigh.

"You have people?" She asks.

"Yeah, is that a problem." He doesn't like having to deal with Luna's friend right now.

"No... Not at all. I just need a head count for the space size." She replies to his Oh.

Asking him to text her a list, he agrees. Apologizing again for being rude before they get off the phone. It's false. Not caring who's daughter she is, Colson decides he doesn't like Frances.

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"If they don't have a date... Maybe it just won't happen." Frannie thinks after she hangs up. It's not that she doesn't like Colson, she doesn't know him. Just like she didn't know the guy she married six months after meeting him. Now she can't get her dad's guitar back or rid of him.

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Once off the phone Colson immediately calls Ashley.

"Yellow!!!" She answers, cheerfully like her words.

"Hey Ash..." Colson sighs, relieved to hear a friendly voice.

"Sup Kells?" She asks, concerned.

"Francis just called me about Luna's birthday party?" He tells her in a confused tone.

"Her and P are doing that this year? Oooh!! That's gonna be so fun!! We haven't done it for the last couple... I wonder why she hasn't called me yet..." Ashley babbles as Colson listens emotionlessly. "What day is it? Kells! What day is it on?" Ashley snaps him back.

"Uhh... Friday the 19th....?" He answers, still lost in his conversation with Francis

"Ewww... I'm pretty sure I'm already.."

"ASH!" Colson cuts her off. "I'm freakin' out Dawg. I don't think Francis likes me. I know I don't like her. Luna's birthday is in less then a month. I have nothing planned. We're supposed to get married next month and we don't even have a date. FUCK, I don't even think Luna has one dress, let alone two!!" He spouts off.

"Whoa man, chillax.... It's gonna be alright." Ashley laughs at him. "First. Fran'll be fine, she's projecting her own shit right now. Second. Have you talked to Loons about any of this or are you just freaking out because of Frannie?" Ashley digs for the root.

"I'm just kinda freakin' out." He admits.

"Talk to Loons, Kells. She may already have something in mind. You don't know. Just make sure you keep the 19th open if you really don't wanna get on Frannie's bad side." Ashley teases him.

Colson sighs and thanks her. Really glad to have her as a friend.

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"DAADDDYYY!!!!" Casie comes running up to Colson.

Emma trailing behind her, the two women greet each other warmly. Hugs and How Are Yous before Casie squeezes Luna's guts out.

"I can't breath, Dilla!!" Luna pretends like she's choking to Casie's laughter.

Colson giving her a piggyback ride out of the airport. Luna helping Emma with Casie's luggage as they chat with each other.

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Sat together for a late lunch at Border's Cafe, Casie colors as the adults order food and drinks.

"How's the wedding planning going?" Is the first thing Emma asks Luna and Colson.

"What the fuuuuuuckkkk...." His brain groans.

"Ahhh... You might be able to help if you wouldn't mind. I need a planner for Cleveland. Nothing big. Just a little get together at the house after." Luna says to Emma.

"Yeah, I have a friend who owns a catering business." She suggests.

"That'd be perfect." Luna says graciously.

"When are you guys gonna do it?" Is the dreaded question.

"Monday, the 29th." Luna says nonchalantly.

Colson whips his head over to look at Luna.

"We have a date?" He asks with a mixture of shock, relief and a little bit of jealousy.

Luna's face lights up with excitement. Grinning, she leans over to kiss his cheek. "We doooo!!! And it's really freaking awesome!" She shines as she pulls out her phone. "Look... TownHall only marries on Mondays and Fridays. So.... Ash cleared your schedule from the 29th till here." Luna points to the Sunday of EstFest. Looking up into Colson's oceanic eyes, she gives him THAT One Look that made him fall so deeply in love with her. "Meaning.... We are having a seven day wedding celebration with the possibility of two of them being somewhere...." Lost in her enthusiasm, Luna suddenly remembers where they are. Changing her last word. "Awwwwwesome...." Followed by another Look.

"SEVEN DAYS?!" He exclaims. Looking at her like she just cured cancer. Forgetting the jealousy of not being included in picking the date. "Seriously?? Seven days? That's fucking SICK, Kitten. Where you wanna go?" He asks, pulling her in for a kiss on the cheek.

"We'll figure that out later..." She shrugs.

The server coming to set their food down. Refilling their drinks.

"Do you have a dress?" Emma asks.

She likes to watch the interaction between Colson and Luna. It gives her some insight to what kind of environment her daughter is exposed to when with them.

"I do..." Luna begins to speak.

Colson cuts her off.

"Yo. I legit was just freaking out on the phone with Ash over all of this. The date, your dresses, your birthday...." Colson rambles on in relief.

"My Ash...? About my birthday?" Luna questions him as they eat.

"Yeah... We haven't talked about that one either. Got any secret plans there too?" Colson has a little sass to his tone, last night still lingering.

"I haven't really thought about it... Come on, C... This month has been insane. I only figured out the dates with Ash yesterday when we were getting The Bus cleaned. I'm gotta head out Monday night for NY. I need to rehearse with this new bassist before Ellen. Which ironically worked out because, I can stop at a friend of mine's so she can fit me. I also gotta look at a brownstone in Brooklyn Heights while I'm there too. I tried to work our schedules together because I wanted you to check it out with me but you'll be in Idaho. So, I'm gonna meet back up with you in Anaheim probably. Shit is non-stop. You know this, Sugar." Luna explaining one day of her life next week. Emma tired just thinking about it.

"You need to see the Dr too." He reminds her.

"Motherfucker!!" Luna's mind bursts just as Emma opens her mouth.

"You okay, Luna? You sick?" She asks.

Casie's head pops up. Proving kids are always listening.

"Did the blueberries get you!??" She asks with wide eyes.

Luna can't help but laugh with Colson at Casie. Explaining to Emma her allergy and side stepping her with the explanation of an Annual Exam for work. It's not a full lie.

They enjoy the rest of their lunch. Emma choosing to catch a flight right black to Clevland. With hugs and kisses, she promises she'll see Casie in a week. Pecking Colson and Luna GoodBye with tight hugs. Reminding Luna that she'll send her the contact information for her friend as she gets into her uber.

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"Wait!! Look what I got!!" Casie pulls off her school bag with excitement.

They're still standing on the sidewalk outside of Border's. Waiting for their own uber as Casie digs through her bag. Popping up once she's found what she was looking for. Proudly displaying two homemade, beaded bracelets.

"I made these for you. They're Love Bracelets. Because you're in loooove and I love YOU." She grins as she snakes her head at the two of them.

Casie makes both of their irritated souls lift with happiness. Cold hearts melt with adoration. Slipping hers on, Luna squats down to hug Casie.

"I love it, Dilla. I'll wear it everyday." She promises.

"Me too, Peanut!!" Colson scoops her up, attacking her with kisses.

"Daaaaad!!!! Stooop!!!" She laughs uncontrollably.

"Okay, okay..." He laughs, setting her down. "Here.."

He reaches for Luna's hand. Taking a picture of their gifts. He posts it to his Insta.

"Peanut made us Love Bracelets. My kid is deff the coolest 😭🙏🏽💖 #estfest can't come fast enough. 😈🔐🐈"

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Back at MidLand, everyone's BackStage. Alcohol still flows but they've moved smoking outback. Away from Casie.

Coming down the stairs, Luna catches Casie drumming on the wall. Snagging a quick picture of her favorite little human with her favorite tall human in the background.

"That's gonna be my family..." Luna's eyes well up as she thinks of them lovingly.

"Looney!!!" Casie calls for her once she sees her. "I'm goin on stage with Dad tonight!" She grins excitedly.

"Yeah?" Luna beams at her. "What are you gonna play?"

"What I Got." Casie responds proudly.

"THE GOODNIGHT SONG!!" Luna shakes a giggling Casie. "Make sure you don't fall asleep on stage!!" She teases the little girl.

"Looney... It's too loud to fall asleep on stage." She states as a matter of fact.

"You're right, Dilla. Silly me." Luna laughs as she shakes her head at herself.

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The show is wild as always. The Boys making about a 90% recovery by time they hit the stage. Running through the same setlist as most of this leg of the tour. Casie sings all of her dad's songs SideStage with Luna, Ashleigh and Sam. The Girls still passing a bottle but skipping the joints.

Luna dips off to change before heading OnStage. Dressing in black leather pants and a sheer open back black long sleeved top. Her ass looks phenomenal. Colson can't keep his hands off her while they're OnStage together.

Holding her from behind by the waist as he sings the last line with her, he nuzzles into her neck. Sending electricity through her body as she brings her hand down his face delicately.

"Y'all know we're getten' married, right?" He grins at the crowd's explosion. "We're doin' it at EstFest... Three day fucking RAGER!!" He shouts to the room's wild screams.

"That's right..." Luna chimes in. "This year we're extending it until Sunday with two special surprise performances for you guys. It's gonna be FUCKING WILD!!!" Luna laughs.

"WHO'S COMEN' TO CELEBRATE WITH US!??" He shouts as his fans roar.

He turns to Luna. "You think they'll come?" He asks

"I think they'll come." She answers him before turning back to the audience. "You gonna miss a helluva party if you don't...." She teases before kissing Colson.

"See ya there!!" Luna shouts as she glides OffStage. Right into a tiny Casie.

"Looney, I'm hungry." She pouts.

"We better fix that before you have to perform, hunh? I think we've got Pizza Bites on The Bus, wanna check it out with me?" Luna asks to Casie's nod.

Checking their time with Ashleigh, they have 45mins. Luna takes the little girl's hand in hers as they head off on their mission.

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"You're the best, Looney." Casie states as she munches on pizza rolls.

"Thanks Dill. You're pretty rad yourself, kiddo." Luna smiles at her.

"So, you and dad getting married means you'll be my Looney forever?" She asks.

"Yup. Forever and ever." Luna answers as her heart swells.

"I want a sister NOT a brother." Casie stresses her request.

"WHAT?" Luna asks her with a scrunched face.

"When people get married, they have a baby. I want a girl baby." She explains.

Casie is freaking Luna the fuck out. "Where the HELL is Colson when I fucking need him..." She thinks. Not knowing how to answer.

"Well...." Luna sighs. "I'm preeeetty sure you don't get to pick whether it's a boy or girl. And, how about we get married first and have fun with you. Then maybe a baby might come.... But they don't always."

"FUCK... You should've shut up 10secs ago, you fucking idiot." Luna mentally scolds herself.

"Why?" Casie asking the question Luna knew was coming.

Luna has no idea what to fucking say. How do you tell your 10yr old, soon-to-be step daughter, that she's the only kid you like. That idea of birth and pregnancy makes you want to jump off of a bridge.

"Uhhhhmmm...." Luna chooses science. "You know how my body gets mad at me with blueberries?"

Casie nods.

"Sometimes babies are like blueberries and they just don't agree with some people's bodies..." Luna is struggling hard.

"So you'll die?" Casie asks with terror.

"Oh FUCK my life...." Is all Luna can think.

"No... No... Case, no.... It's just, sometimes blueberries aren't for everyone and sometimes babies aren't for everyone too... Does that make sense?" Luna asks her, confusing her own self.

"I guess." Casie pops up.

Dropping her dish in the sink. She washes her hands.

"Ready?" She asks.

"Yes." Luna has never been more ready in her life.

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With the venue dark, Colson's voice quiets the crowd.

"I brought my Queen out here tonight... Now, I'm gonna bring out my Princess. Come on, Case." He calls her out.

He starts on his acoustic.

🎼Early on the morning, Rising to the street,

Light me up that cigarette, As I strap shoes on my feet🎶

Grinning at Casie, nods at her. She comes in with him. Changing certain lyrics.

🎶I got a Dalmatian, I can still get by, I can play the guitar, Like a motherchucken riot🎶

They sing before Colson hits the guitar solo. Having sang this song together all her life, they hit the notes and lyrics flawlessly. Not missing one beat.

🎶Never start no static, I just get it off my chest, Never had to battle With no bulletproof vest, Take a small example, Take a tip from me, Take all of your money, Give it all to charity, Love is what I got, It's within my reach, And the Sublime style's still straight from Long Beach, It all comes back to you, You'll finally get what you deserve, Try and test that you're bound to get served, Love's what I got, Don't start a riot, You'll feel it, When the dance gets hot🎶

Luna goes wild from SideStage. Cheering them on. Colson looking over Casie's head to grin at her. Loving her more each moment that she doesn't drive him crazy.

"THANK YOU KANSAS CITY!!! YOU WERE FUCKING SICK!!!! GOODNIGHT!!! Colson shouts, ending the show.

Holding hands with Casie, he kisses her on the cheek before passing her to Ashleigh. Colson hasn't fucked Luna all day and is dying to climb inside of her.

"We'll be back." He calls over his shoulder as he takes Luna's hand.

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"I'm gonna rip these fucking pants off you." Colson says in frustration with Luna's zipper in between kisses. Out comes the blade again.

"No! I love these pants!!" She stops him, peeling them off herself. "Can you handle the fucking shirt?" She asks turning around for him to unzip it.

Zippers down, they're both naked in less then 30secs. Colson gripping Luna up by the ass and setting her on the edge of a table. He pushes his large dick inside of her warm pussy as she wraps herself around him.

"How come ever time I fuck you it feels like the first time?" He moans out.

"Cuz this pussy was made for you, Lover." Luna purrs into his ear.

Thrusting her hips into him as he bounces her body off his dick. They fuck each fast with a fierce hunger.

"My dirty girl likes it rough, hunh." Colson pants as he pulls Luna's hair back.

Sinking his teeth into her neck, making her buck harder. Clawing his back as she begs Yes Please.

"Mhmm... Take this fucking dick." He demands.

Making her body quiver, Luna losses all control. Gripping him harder, Luna fucks another two orgasms out of herself before Colson drops his load inside of her.

"FUCK." They both breathe out, sweaty and sex stained. Like usual, they hold each other as Colson rests in his favorite place. Both beyond content in each other's arms.

"We gotta get Case..." Luna reminds him.

As they clean up and change, they burn a joint together. Colson jumping on her so fast in the dressing room they didn't even light an After Show Sex Joint.

Just as they're about to walk out, Colson puts his large hand against the door. Stopping her.

"Wait. We get married on Monday and don't have anything to do till EST on Friday?" He asks.

"Yeah..." Luna smiles out the answer.

"You figure out where you wanna go. We gonna have ourselves a proper mini honeymoon, baaaaaby." He says in a weird country accent.

"I fucking love you." Luna cheeses as she reaches up for another kiss. ---------------------------------------------------

Word Limit (1 of 2) To be continued.......

[the--blackdahlia]

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.

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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.

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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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[goodoldfashionedqueen]

You’ll be the Lonely One: Chapter 6

Roger Taylor x Reader x Sam Kiszka

A/N: Sorry for the wait! I meant to post it last weekend but I got sick and wasn’t able to. Hope you enjoy!

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Warnings: Some swearing

The days that followed your first date with Sam were like a dream. They consisted of going to Smith’s as often as possible, as it had become your favourite restaurant (and not just because of the food). You went to watch Greta Van Fleet perform one night, cheering Sam on from backstage. You loved their music and decided that Edge of Darkness and Age of Man were your favourite songs.

Josh, Danny, and Jake had grown rather fond of you, mostly because they loved the fact that they could tease Sam about you. But your relationship with them was very similar to the way you were with Brian, Freddie, and Deaky. Playful and fun at times, but sometimes you would have to assist Danny in breaking up the brothers from a fight.

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“What do know about vocals anyways JAKE.” Josh said holding his tambourine on his hip, making clinking noises whenever he moved.

“I’m just saying, when you change the lyrics when we perform live, it messes me up. Especially during-” Jake paused. “and I cannot stress this enough, during the bridge.” He was fumbling with the strings of his guitar not looking at Josh while he spoke.

Sam and you were sitting on the couch in the back of the studio, watching all of the drama unfold. His arm was draped across your shoulder, and your hand was rested on his thigh.

Josh gawked his mouth open looking back and forth from you to Sam.

“Sam!” He whined as he walked over towards the two of you. “Please tell Jake he is being way too dramatic.”

“Well-” Sam began to say.

“MY GOD.” Josh yelled. “Y/N?” He looked at you with intense eyes.

“Josh, maybe you should-“ He cut you off.

“GAHH” He exclaimed throwing his hands up in the air. “If I’m on my own here then fine, but I don’t see a problem. He turned on his heels and began to walk out of the room.

“I could share my opinion if you want.” Danny said quietly from his drum kit.  

“No, but thank you Daniel, I already know what your going to say.” Josh said storming out the door.

“Well, that was amusing.” You gave out a small laugh.

“Josh is not one to go down easy.” Jake spoke getting up and setting his guitar down. “I’m going after him.”

“Not without me, you’re not.” Danny said almost tripping over his drums.

The two of them followed Josh leaving you and Sam alone in the studio.

Sam began to tap his fingers on the side of your shoulder his arm still around you.

“So, what should we do now.” He innocently said.

Rolling your eyes you began to move closer to him.

“I.”

Moving closer.

“Think you.”

Closer.

“Should.”

You were inches away from his face.

“Teach me how to play bass!” You said abruptly standing up, then running over to where Sam’s Bass Guitar was standing.

Picking up the guitar by it’s neck you pulled the strap up and around your head, so it was resting on one of your shoulders. Placing your fingers on the strings you looked up at Sam with a smile on your face.

“So how do I do this?” You asked moving your fingers up the strings.

Sam laughed at you. “It’s not that easy you know.”

“It can’t be that difficult, you can do it.” You teased.

“Wow. So that’s how it is then.” He said placing a hand over his heart.

“Come on!” You said skipping towards him with the guitar.

He didn’t say anything for a moment and just looked you up and down.

You saw him doing it.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing.” He gave you a smile. “Come here.” He gestured with his hands for you to sit between his legs on the couch.

You squinted your eyes at him, confused as to why he wanted you to sit between his legs.

“It’s so I can help you with your fingers. Makes it much easier if I can get behind you.” He gestured again.

“That’s what she said.” You laughed at your own joke.

“Jesus Christ Y/N. Just get over here.” He said patting the seat.

You walked in front of him and turned around, slowly sitting down on the small space of the couch he had made for you. When you were seated, he leaned forward sticking one of his arms between your waist and your arm so he could grab the neck of the guitar. The touch of his arm on your waist made the hairs on the back of your arm stand up. His other arm was around your other arm as he placed his fingers on the strings. He tucked his head in-between the crook of your shoulder, and he leaned forward so his chest was now touching your back. You could feel the quick pace of his heartbeat.

“Is it hard?” You asked him.

“What?!” He leaned back away from you misunderstanding your question.

You looked at him with confused eyes.

“The guitar.” You stated.

“Oh shit, right. Uh yeah sort of.” He leaned back in to you this time placing his left hand over yours showing you what strings to push down on.

“This one goes here.” He said pushing down on your pointer finger. “And this one here.”

You looked up at him. He was biting his lip in concentration.

“You certainly can’t play guitar if you’re looking at me.” He said noticing you.

You didn’t stop looking at him, but he began to move your fingers again.

“Ok great. Now don’t move, your fingers are in the perfect spot.” He moved his head so it was on your other shoulder, grabbing your other hand to start to strum.

“All you have to do now is this.” He started moving your hand down to pluck the strings. “Yes! That’s perfect!”

He looked so excited about the fact that you were playing the bass (even if it was really him doing all the work)

His stupid little smile made your heart flutter.

“Sam.” You said under your breath.

“Yeah.” He looked up from the guitar at you.

You leaned back and kissed him, grabbing the side of his face with one hand.

Pulling away he looked a little stunned, as if he hadn’t expected you to do that in the moment.

“What was that for?” He asked.

“Do I need a reason?”

“No, I guess not.” He laughed.

You went to kiss him again, but he pulled back.

“What about your guitar lesson?”

“Don’t think I’m very good, so I’ve changed my mind.” You took the guitar strap off and set the bass down on the floor.

“Well you really did try.” He said sarcastically.

“Shut up.” You kissed him again and this time he didn’t pull away.

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Things were great. You had never been this happy in your whole life.

You had yet to introduce the boys (of Greta Van Fleet) to your other boys (of Queen). You knew Brian and Deaky would get along with Danny, as they could have some very intelligent conversations together. Jake reminded you of Roger, but you felt as if their personalities would clash . Josh and Freddie would be a real dynamic duo together, and you were desperate for them to meet. However, at the same time you weren’t sure if you were ready to mix those two sides of your life together. At least not just yet. You weren’t even sure how much longer you and Queen would be in town for. You also had to consider  your circumstance with Roger.

Roger.

You hadn’t spoken to him too much to be honest. He had kept his distance from you at Queen’s show a few days ago, finding a girl as quickly as possible at every after party.

You missed him. Even if things with Roger were complicated, you felt as if a piece was missing from your life, due to his absence.

You weren’t sure how to have both Roger and Sam in your life, because they most certainly couldn’t be in the same room together. Well at least Roger couldn’t.

You and Sam haven’t made anything official. After all it had you had only known him for a week, that was one of your many doubts. You’d yet to discuss the fact that Queen could be packing up to leave to another city at any moment.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be with Sam, you just felt like you need to figure some things out before moving forward.

All of this had been eating away at you. You found yourself constantly daydreaming about what decisions you needed to make. Freddie had begun to notice a change in you attitude, deciding he needed to take you out for breakfast so you could catch up.

“Freddie, I need to ask you something.” You said taking a bite of the toast you were eating.

“Alright. Ask away.” He said sipping his tea.

“How has Roger been?”

He paused and set his tea down on the table.

“Do you want to know the truth?” He sat back in his chair.

“Of course.” You nodded you head.

“Right.” He looked at you pausing again for a moment. “He’s been a bit weird.”

“Weird how?”

“Well, he’s been drinking way more than usual, and he has loads of women over all the time.” Freddie

“That sounds pretty normal to me Fred.” You said taking another bite of your toast, annoyed by the fact that Roger was sleeping with a ton of women.

Freddie shook his head and hands at the same time. “ No, No. This is a lot Y/N, even for Roger.” Freddie changed the tone in his voice. “Something has seriously fucked him up.”

You looked away from Freddie and down at the floor.

Was it you who had caused Roger to feel this way? Maybe it was something else?

“Fuck me.” You breathed out.

“No thanks.” Freddie remarked.

“Fred.” You said looking at him with stern eyes.

You had to go see him.

You had to go figure out what his problem was.

Maybe it would help you figure some things out.

Grabbing your coat you scooted out of your chair.

“Where are you going?” Freddie asked almost spilling his tea.

“To see Roger.” You put your coat on.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea my dear?”

“No.” You said unsurely. “But I have to. I’ll see you later ok Fred?”

“Yes you’ll tell me all about your rendezvous with Roger. Oh and I have some news about the tour.” He said raising his teacup at you.

“ Alright just tell me later. Bye Freddie.” You walked out of the restaurant back to your Hotel.

You turned around several times, doubting your decision to go find Roger at the hotel. But eventually you found yourself in front of his room.

For a good 5 minutes you just stood with your hand raised against the door ready to knock.

Just as you built up the courage to knock. The door burst open.

A woman in stilettos with long blonde hair, came stumbling out the door, almost knocking you over.

“Fuck!” She yelled not expected to run into someone.

“What’s the matter?” Roger walked over to the door looking first at the woman, then at you.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” He said nervously running his hands through his hair.

“I’m-I-I just wanted to.” You found yourself lost for words.

“100 bucks.” The woman in stilettos stated clicking her tongue as she raised her hand out to Roger.

“For one night?!” Roger said looking stunned at the woman.

She didn’t say anything, just gestured her fingers at Roger to give her the money.

“Fine.” He gave her two 50 dollar bills, giving her a forced smile while he was doing it.

“Thanks hun, I had a great time.” The woman said before giving him a kiss on the cheek, and walking towards the elevator.

Roger looked back at you, his eyes wide with embarrassment.

“Classy.” Was all you said, making an O.K. sign with your fingers.

He laughed. The smile quickly fading from his face.

“So? How can I help.” He asked leaning one arm on the door frame.

“I just wanted to check up.”

“On what?”

“You.” You said biting the inside of your mouth.

“Right.” Roger nodded his head.

“Can I come in? I think we need to talk.” You pointed at the door.

He looked in his room, then back at you.

“Course.” He moved his arm to let you through the door, not moving the rest of his body, so you had to squeeze past him to get through.

He had a smirk on his face the whole time, shutting the door once you had gotten past him.

His room was a mess. Beer bottles were scattered across the floor and his bed, which was unmade with the sheets thrown onto the floor. Which made it quite obvious what he was doing before you had gotten there. The curtains were drawn shut, and the only light was coming from a bedside table lamp.

You turned around to say something to Roger. Bumping into him, as he was standing much closer than you thought.

“So love, what’d you want to ask me?”

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Missus Winchester

@lukecastellamz​   Hey Shelly(!) It's me - again - bothering you with a chestervelle request... Imagine that instead of the never-born au the boys went for a universe where both said yes on season 4 and dean was married to Jo. He died after the apocalypse to become a hero/legend and Jo became the resistance leader as "Dean Winchester's Widow" (also now she drives the impala). Okay. I'm sorry for this. Bye.

Chestervelle

almost 8k words, yo, damn

Not really any warnings just some angst and fluff and language

This took five ever to write cuz I would write go a few days write then go a few more days until I finally made myself finish it today. So it’s long but I’m still not very happy with the way it turned out. Oh well, good enough. No beta so all mistakes are my own. Have fun kids.

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Sam and Dean had seen some pretty crazy shit in their lifetime. Killer clowns, four horsemen, apocalypses, rainbow farting unicorn. It was part of the job to expect the unexpected, believe the impossible is actually possible. That didn’t stop them from being shocked when the more unnatural of the supernatural threw them a curve ball. Time travel, killing death, meeting God, all surprises along the road that still left the boys reeling and amazed. The only thing that would be surprising to them now were the existence of aliens an alternate dimensions.

Aliens still didn’t exist unless they did in this alternate world. They still couldn’t believe that they had landed themselves in this darker eerie universe, just the feel of it entirely different than their own plane of existence. They hadn’t seen a single soul, dumped into the woods that were deep and overgrown. They fought their way through, unsure of where they were even going, hoping to find the outside before they were eaten by wild animals or insects.

Breaking through the trees into a wide expanse of nothing, it would appear that life was far worse outside the forest. The grass was dry and crackled under their boots. The sun was clouded behind a dark haze, casting a black glow over the planet. There were no buildings in sight for miles and miles that the eye could see. Ruins and rubble did litter the sparse terrain, half erected buildings decayed and grown over with poison oak and thistles.

The brothers walked slowly in solemn silence as they surveyed the deathly state of what once was a thriving city on their earth. The stillness around them was deafening and everything seemed to move in slow motion. The time of day, the season, the year, none of it could be told because it was just always dark and dreary. Sam’s hand lifted to ghost over the frame of what looked to have been a house. He paused to look over the cracked and crumbling brick, erosion that had surely taken years to collapse the whole house. Sam turned his head to look at Dean, a silent heavy conversation passing between them. There were no words only heavy hearts as they took everything in.

The silence would have continued if not for the rumble of what sounded like large trucks coming their way. Casting a glance at each other once again, the boys darted to hide within the rubble as best they could. They didn’t know what trouble was heading toward them and until they knew more about this world, they weren’t going to face its inhabitants head on. The closer the trucks came they could see that they were dirty beat up old army trucks and humvees. Each carried at least two people in their cab and there were at least nine vehicles.

The sound of heavy bass and guitar chords permeated through the speaks and escaped into the openness. Classic rock, Dean thought. At least this world had good taste in music. As if Sam could read his brother’s mind, he raised a brow and offered the other man one of his softer bitch faces. Dean just grinned briefly before returning to his blank gaze ahead. If they were lucky, the convy would just keep moving. There was no reason for them to stop here, the middle of nowhere, therefore no chance that the Winchesters would be found.

Murphy’s law states that whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. So in this case, it should have been no surprise that the train of trucks came to a slow stop. Dean’s eyes rolled as his head fell back in annoyance. They could never catch a break. A man climbed out of the vehicle in the lead, his combat boots shuffling through the dry grass. The boys got nervous since he seemed to be coming to a pile of stones not far from their hiding spot. They were getting ready to bolt when the man stopped. He lifted a hatch that was hidden within the stone and there was a buzz after he pushed a button that was out of their sight.

The boys looked at each other with interest before the man talked to the rock and then received a reply. There was a brief stint of silence before the ground began to quake and earth began to open. A ramp began to slowly drop into the depths and when it landed open fully, a ploom of dust shot up all around them. Dean watched on in wonder, both brothers fell in awe, intrigued by the hidden entrance. The trucks began to move again once the man climbed back in and they all began to rumble down into the darkness below.

The boys didn’t have to discuss it, they didn’t even need to look at each other. After the last trucky disappeared and the door began to close, they jumped up and booked it toward the entrance. Sam made it first, jumping over the edge of the ramp and landed on his feet easily in the dimly lit tunnel. Dean slid in after, skidding across the dirty metal and falling to the ground on his back with a groan. Sam couldn’t help but laugh before he helped the older man to his feet. Dean pointed a finger in his face and scowled before clicking on his flashlight and leading the way. Sam chuckled with a shake of his head before falling in behind his brother.

The tunnel was lit by faint lamps on the wall every few feet and the air was musty and stale. The tunnel continued downward and the brothers started to second guess their decision to jump in blindly. Finally when they thought their path would never end, the tunnel opened up into a wide open area. The trucks had parked and were now emptying and before they could be spotted, the boys quickly shuffled back into the shadows of the tunnel.

Plastering themselves against the wall, they watched as the underground city bustled. It was a whole community, a compact neighborhood with markets and homes. Guards were stationed at different posts around the community, guns hanging around their necks and also strapped to their belts. It all reminded them of a military compound mixed with a bomb shelter. They watched for a few moments, taking in everything and surveying the composition of the place.

They didn’t recognize anyone and there didn’t appear to be anyone over fifty in the crowds. Everyone was younger and fitted for battle. Dean gestured his head and Sam nodded. The two of them quickly moved from the tunnel to a new hiding spot within the compound. They moved stealthily through the streets, hiding behind stands, vehicles and what could be considered yards of homes that were more like huts fitted closely together and small. Listening to the conversations as they moved, it was still impossible to decipher the state of this world or the reasoning behind this hidden bunker.

These were all just normal folks trying to live out their lives as normal as possible. These were survivors, a group of people that came together to find protection and survival. They weren’t wealthy but they weren’t in need. They weren’t thriving in their environment but they were surviving. There were still giggling children, gossip, and bartering sales people. Life was still going on even though the world above had seemingly stopped turning. It amazed Dean that humanity survived so well and were now working together to establish society and take care of one another.

Clearly they each knew each person that took up residence in the compound which would make it hard for the brothers to blend in. They weren’t sure where they were headed or what their plan was but the whole place seemed to center around a stone fort like building. So it could only be assumed that the fearless leader of this community would be holed up there and maybe they would be willing to help them out. The place grew more dense the closer to the center they got which meant they had perhaps expanded since they originally started here.

It wasn’t the living conditions or civilians that inhabited the compound that caught Dean’s attention. It was the sparkling of black and chrome dazzling in dim firelight that held his attention. Slapping a hand out at Sammy, they both looked on at a familiar sight. “Baby.” They whispered in unison.

Without thinking, Dean stepped toward his treasured car. Sam reached out for his brother but it was only a blink of an eye before they were surrounded, guns pointing them down. Dean cleared his throat and gave an awkward grin before lifting his shoulders and meeting Sam’s bitchface.

“Stand down.” A familiar voice, scratchy and aged, caused both men to whip their heads around. Eyes grew large and jaws dropped when their attention fell on the one who issued the command. Even though the guns around them dropped, the leader still held a pistol up in front of herself. Her eyes were hard and distant, a far cry from the soft and young chocolate orbs that she had back when they had known her.

“Who are you?” She questioned gruffly, the gun in her calloused hand right in Dean’s face. He was stunned speechless and the ache in his chest reminded him to breathe. “Who are you?!” This time her question was a reverberating yell. No one else would have noticed it but her voice trembled slightly and the pain in her eyes softened her features a bit.

Sucking in a slow and steady breath, Dean raised his hands slowly, a gesture of surrender and goodwill toward the blonde. “I’m Dean.” His voice was practically a whisper, his head dipping slightly to plead for her compassion.

The gun shook as her anger grew. “Impossible! That’s fucking impossible!” This time the tremor of her words was a clear sign of her growing emotions.

“It’s me, Jo. It’s really me.” With a boldness, he took a small step forward. He immediately regretted his decision when she fired off a shot. There was a scorching pain through his calf and he hit the ground. “You fucking shot me!”

She was composed now as she lowered the gun. Casting a glance at Sam, the  younger brother raised his arms in surrender and didn’t utter a word. Dean put pressure on his wound and glowered up at his old friend. Her eyes rolled as she took her pistol apart with ease before tossing a bullet at him. His brow furrowed as he caught it and looked over it carefully. His eyes widened in amazement and his face smoothed, clearly impressed when he looked up at her again.

“A silver and iron alloy bullet dipped in holy water and salt with devil’s trap and enochian sigils etched into it.” She explained stone faced and Sam looked as equally amazed as his brother. “Come with me.” SHe turned without another word and headed toward the center structure. Sam helped his brother to his feet and helped him hobble after the blonde and the other men dispersed back to their original posts.

Stepping into the hut, Sam helped Dean onto a cot that Jo pointed to once she stepped within the concrete building. Sam knelt down to look at his brother’s wound but before he could ask for supplies, Jo was at his side offering him a first aid kit. He looked up into her blank stare with surprise and thanked her to which she nodded. She crossed her arms over her chest, hip jutted to one side as she watched the younger Winchester work.

She didn’t offer Dean a glance but she could feel his eyes on her. Her stance reminded him of the girl he once knew. She was a few years older but her hair was still blonde and only a few wrinkles creased in her face. She had a great amount of scars and fresh bruises and scabs adorning her skin and Dean frowned lightly, thinking about what she had endured to achieve such wounds.

She shifted uncomfortably under his intense gaze until she couldn’t take his scrutiny any longer and tossed her head up to catch him in an icy glare. “Would you stop staring at me? You’re making me feel weird.” She huffed but he didn’t look away.

“I’m sorry. I just- I haven’t seen you in over ten years.” His frown seemed to deepen, a pain in his eyes that he hadn’t experienced in so long, an ache dedicated to her. “I’d say you look good, Jo but…”

“How are you here?” She interrupted, casting a glance between both brothers. She wasted no time and her impatience was clear in her expression.

“Ok, right to it then. Guess you haven’t changed that much.” Dean muttered as he crossed his own arms, flinching slightly when Sam cleaned his gunshot.

“What did you expect? A parade and fucking streamers?” She snapped as her arms dropped to her sides. “You’re supposed to be dead, Dean. But you’re sitting right in front of me wanting to make small talk. Sorry if I’ve got more on my mind than the weather.”

Sam looked up at Dean as the older man stared wide eyed at the blonde. After her outburst, she seemed to calm down some, her eyes fell as her face smoothed. “I didn’t believe them at first when they said they thought they saw you and Sam sneaking around the compound. This world can drive the sanest mad.” She paced as she explained, Sam only watching her for a moment before carrying on with his task at hand.

“I assured them that the Winchester brothers were dead and even if they were alive, they would be far better at sneaking around.” Dean’s nose wrinkled at the offense. “Or just storm in after knocking out every guard and sentinel that got in their way.” That seemed to ease the burn which actually got a tiny smirk from the blonde. “Then I started to think who in the hell would dare to come into my base wearing Dean’s face? No one is that stupid unless it was Dean himself.”

She stopped and locked eyes with the eldest Winchester. Her eyes were softer now, her hard outer shell crumbling more and more as she stood in Dean’s presence. “I didn’t want to believe it, I didn’t want to cling to hope only to have it dashed again. But then I saw you.” Her eyes were misty now as she took a step toward him. “And I tried so hard to tell myself it wasn’t you. But when I shot you..” She grimaced when she looked down at Sam tying off the bandage. “Sorry about that by the way.”

Dean’s shoulders shrugged. “Not the worst I’ve had. God knows, I would have done the same.” He gave her a soft smile as a gesture of forgiveness. She then relaxed and took a seat near the brothers. Her hands closed together as her elbows rested on her thighs and she pressed her fingers between her knees.

In such a posture, she appeared so young, so vulnerable and it made Dean smile. He had missed her so much and being so close to her, even if it wasn’t his Jo, it was still making his heart race. His thoughts and memories played through all his time with her and it was as if no time had passed, as if he had never lost her. Even after so long, those well repressed and nearly forgotten feelings sprung forth once again.

“We’re not your Sam and Dean, Jo.” Sam stated sorrowfully as he shifted to a sitting position on the floor. “This isn’t our world.” “I know.” She nodded with a frown.

“How do you know?” Dean asked wishing that he was the Dean of this earth, just for her.

“Because I killed you.” The brothers eyes grew wider than they ever had, bodies going rigid as they stared at her. Their mouths gaped as they waited for her explanation. The corner of her mouth twisted in a faint rueful smirk before she sighed.

“It goes back to the start of the apocalypse, the beginning of the end.” The boys listened closely, their own minds going back to the time, the memories still clear as day. “Angels and demons carrying out the prophecies of old, people dying left and right. It was the Winchesters against it all. Until Sam said yes.” Sam’s shoulders straightened, a look of fear and shame in his eyes as Jo stared him down. “He thought he was strong enough to fight off the Devil but he wasn’t So Lucifer started to ‘cleans’ the world and mankind started to die off. Dean’s leadership, this compound was set up and we survived while the world died away. He thought he could save the planet, fight the war against Satan himself.”

“But he was arrogant.” Dean’s head tilted slightly when Jo looked up at him. “He was stupid.” She seemed to growl with her bitter words and moisture pooled in her eyes. “He was fighting a losing battle and nothing was changing. But he just had to save the world. It was his job to fix what he had started and so he never gave up. The stubborn ornery bastard.” Her head hung as she shook it, willing away her tears. “He tried for years until finally he had no other choice.”

The brothers watched her closely and they already knew what happened next but they waited to hear it from her lips. “Dean said yes to Michael and that was the last time I saw Dean because that damn angel took him and the great battle took place. Lucifer was taken out but the fight took out cities, people, civilizations. Even whole environments suffered, the rotation of the earth was disrupted. But it didn’t stop there. Michael took his brother’s place as the world's dictator and things only got worse.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks and Dean shifted with intent to go to her but she raised a hand to stop him as if she could read his mind. “We found a way to kill the archangel and I took it upon myself to go to him. I thankfully had the element of surprise but when I was face to face with him, I almost couldn’t do it. But I had to. So I ran him through with the Sword of the Lord and watched the life leave his eyes, watched as he sparked and screamed, watched him fall and saw his wings burn. I was left with the lifeless body of Dean Winchester, his murder at my hand.”

“You had no other choice.” Dean attempted to assure her and she chuckled humorlessly.

Her head lifted when there was a soft knock. Her eyes landed upon one of her guards, a tall man holding a machine gun in his hands, standing firm as if he were a soldier in his past life. “I don’t mean to interrupt, Missus Winchester but…” Dean missed the rest of the sentence, too stunned by the way the man addressed the blonde.

He stared at her completely dumbfounded, his hearing clouded and eyes blinding to everything but her. She caught his eyes and there was a slight blush in her cheeks and her eyes heavy with hurt and guilt. “I need to take care of this, guys. I’ll be right back to answer all your questions.” He watched her as she stood and still had his eyes her way long after she had disappeared through the door. Sam seemed just as stunned as they were left to themselves in the room.

His leg wound forgotten, Dean rose to his feet and began to look around the room. His hand rested on his brother’s shoulder for balance as his eyes fell over every detail. Knowing that this was his home, he started to recognize some items and their specific placement. He could see his style and personality in the room only further proving that he lived here at some point and she had never changed a thing, clearly clinging to what was left of him.

Sam looked up at him, watching him closely as he flipped through many different emotions. This world may have been different from their own but in ways it was the same. Things had played out differently here and the state of the earth made Sam think of the decisions he had made on his own earthy. The choices they made, good or bad, where they led the brothers where they were now. Each decision led to different outcomes. It was a lot to take in, heavy emotions and thoughts surrounding just this one room.

When Jo reentered a few minutes later, heads turned to catch her gaze. “I’ll show you to a room where you can stay for now. I’ve gotta go with my team so I can’t babysit.” Her cold gruff shell was back as she brushed past them expecting them to follow.

Sam helped Dean once again to move through the room and Jo was already making up a couple cots by the time they walked in. Dean sat down on one while Sam moved to take the linens from Jo to make up his own cot. She gave them up and shoved her hands in her back pockets. She stood awkwardly in silence, her gaze on her dusty boots instead of on the older brother that was watching her.

“The, uh, kitchen is stocked with cans and stuff if you’re hungry or whatever. It’s just around the corner from the main room. If you need anything, talk to the guard at the door. I will be back after dark and my room is right across the hall.” Both brothers were sitting now, looking her way as her eyes lifted. Her feet were heavy keeping her from leaving like she wanted. She swallowed the lump in her throat then nodded. “Ok, well, uh. Bye.” Her feet finally moved and she couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

It wasn’t long before Dean grew restless and rose to his feet to hobble toward the hall. Sam was right there to hold him up and guide him. But when Dean didn’t stop to head toward the kitchen, Sam tried to steer him. Dean grumbled and kept up his path toward the door with intent to head out into the compound beyond.

“Dean, maybe we should stay in here, wait for Jo to get back.” Sam pleaded as he still held onto his brother’s arm.

“And do what? Twiddle our thumbs? I don’t know about you but I’m not going to sit around and stare at the wall when there is a whole new world out there. So you can either come with me, Jasmine, or you can stay locked up in the palace with Raja, cuz this street rat is going outside.”

Sam’s face was graced with his bitchface and his head tilted as he glared his brother down. His eyes rolled before he walked away. Dean sighed and hobbled on his own but he didn’t get far before Sam was at his side again. He had found a crutch luckily and handed it to Dean along with a bottle of water. “We are going to cause a ruckus, I already know it. Gotta stay hydrated.” His shoulders rolled as he looked down at Dean who chuckled with a shake of his head.

“Who says ruckus anymore, grandpa?” Dean murmured with a grin before leading the way out the door, leaning on his new trusted walking aid.

True to her word, Jo returned shortly after sunset but to an empty house. A sense of panic washed over her for a moment, not for the boys safety for she knew that they would take care of themselves. But instead her concern was for their destination and the reactions of her people if they were to see the two alternate Winchesters. Realizing that they had indeed left the cement building, her worry turned to anger as she set off in search of them. Only after berating the guard that was supposed to be keeping them inside away from curious inspection.

It didn’t take long for her to find them. She had no need of asking for the direction of the brothers for everyone was more than willing to come to her to rat out their location. A crowd was gathered around a roaring fire, thundering laughter and incoherent chatter bouncing off the huts that encircled the little campsite. In the middle of the circle sat the two brothers, Dean centermost of the two. The eldest Winchester had a bottle of beer in one hand and was smacking his chest as he choked on a laugh.

The steam that had been pouring out of Jo’s ears when she left the house seemed to cool down the moment she landed on his toothy smile. His green orbs dazzled in the firelight and in that moment he was the most beautiful thing she had ever laid her eyes on. Her heart skipped a beat and she had long since forgotten what she had even been angry about in the first place. Then he looked up, his eyes locking with hers and her knees nearly gave out on her. His features softened, his smile sweet and inviting and it left the fearless leader positively breathless.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed this hard. Choking on his beer was a small price to pay for the good time he was having with these friendly group of strangers. The apocalypse hadn’t killed their spirits or taken away their humor. It had only made them stronger, a people holding onto whatever happiness and joy in life they had. It was refreshing and Dean found it intoxicating. They listened intently to any story or joke he had to tell and they were more than interested in hearing of his world, believing him so easily. He wasn’t their Dean but they treated him just as they would their leader, with respect and admiration.

When he saw Jo, the smile changed, the feeling in his chest turned from amusement to wonder and adoration. The way she seemed to sparkle in the orange glow of the fire only made her more beautiful. His smile only grew when he noticed that she was smiling in return. He raised his free hand to her in a small wave and she seemed to blush as she waved back. “Excuse me, guys. Gotta talk to Apocalypse Barbie over there.” More laughter as he grabbed his crutch and pushed himself to his feet. Slapping Sam on the back, the younger man glanced up with a grin and a nod before the crowd parted for Dean to pass through.

The closer he got to her, the fuzzier her mind became. This wasn’t her Dean, she knew that. But she couldn’t help but yearn for the man she had once called her husband. She swallowed hard and held her breath when he stood right before her. Her head leaned back slightly to peer up into his gorgeous hues. He grinned softly and even though he was the one with the crutch, she felt like she was the one that was going to need it to stay up straight.

She finally found her voice after a moment of staring into each other’s eyes. Her voice wasn’t as loud and firm as she had wished it to be, coming out as more of a breathy whisper. “You weren’t supposed to leave the house.”

He grinned and leaned more into the crutch, trying to be smooth and lay on his charm. “Have you ever known me to follow the rules?”

Her eyes rolled with a shake of her head. “I don’t know ‘you’ at all.”

This caused him to frown, the air shifting with the sudden tension that built. “I didn’t want to sit on that cot for hours staring at the wall. So I took a walk. Didn’t think it would be a big deal.” He was no longer charming, speaking more gruffly. Instead of showing her the annoyance he felt, it only caused a shiver to run down her spine at his tone. He took her silence as an inner rage and with a sigh he continued. “Look, they know I’m not their Dean and they were cool with it. They even wanted to know about my world and stuff.”

She stared up at him, her face wrinkling as she tried her hardest to be angry with him. But as long as he wore that face, gave her those eyes, smiled that smile, she was done for. Finally, a soft sigh passed her lips and she nodded. Watching her soften once again, Dean smiled and tucked a finger under her chin. “You’ve done good with these people, Jo. You take good care of them. Your Dean would be proud.”

Those words broke through what little she had left of her cold outer shell and tears began to fall down her face before she could stop them. Sensing her impending breakdown, Dean wrapped his arms tightly around her and she buried her face in his chest. The familiar scent was soothing and yet heartbreaking, only making her sobs wrack her body. Her fingers curled into his shirt and she held him as tight as she could as tears soaked the fabric. All the while, a hand caressed her hair and the other rubbed down her back while he rested his cheek against the top of her head, whispering softly, words she couldn’t understand through the intensity of her emotions.

“Come on. Let’s get back inside.” Dean told her softly, pulling back a bit to look into her teary eyes. She nodded, still clinging to him tightly. Not wanting the gathering to see their commander this vulnerable and weary, he ushered her away as quickly as he could move. She held him up better than the crutch and she didn’t even look back. Thankfully, Sam caught the attention of the group, taking over the storytelling and distracting them.

The moment they stepped into the house, Dean sat Jo down, leaving only to light a lantern and set it nearby. The moment he sat down next to her she curled herself into his arms once again. The warmth of his embrace was a soothing balm to all her ailments, a sweet lullaby to years of sleepless nights. This was home. She had been without Dean for so long that she had forgotten what this felt like. She missed him every second of everyday but she never had the time to grieve the loss of her husband. To truly accept that he was really gone.

Having another Dean here only made her grief flood her soul and she allowed the sorrow to overwhelm her. Her body quaked and her sobs were like a never ending spring. Pulling her into his lap, he held her tighter, clung to her with everything he had in him. He rocked her and pet her, no words spoken before there was no need for them. He knew what she needed because he needed it to.

They just needed each other, needed to be held. The terrors and nightmares of the lives they’ve led wear on them and overpower them. It was only natural to break under the pressure after a while. Dean had lost his Jo so long ago and it was a hole that could never be filled. But to him, Jo was the one that got away, the one he let slip through his fingers and he held the weight of guilt for her death even to this day.

This Jo had lost so much more. Dean wasn’t just a crush. He was her husband, the one she believed to be her soulmate. Her wounds ran deep and the last thing she needed to see was the face of the man she loved, the man she leaned on and confided in, the man that helped her through literal hell on earth. Now, for so long she had to do everything alone and Dean’s presence only broke the tall cold fortress she had become.

For so long, she had been too strong and now she melted like ice in the heat of Dean’s soul. In that moment, there was no apocalypse, there was no alternate worlds or big bds. For a moment, they let time stop and just took advantage of the one relieving moment.

But just like everything else in their lives, moments like this were fleeting. The knock on the door caused her to pull her face from Dean’s chest. She began to frantically wipe at her face, trying to remove any sign of the shed tears. Dean smoothed her hair and adjusted her coat and gave her a soft smile. The flutter of her heart brought a smile to her face as well. Perhaps caught up in the moment, she cupped his cheeks and slanted her lips against his.

This kiss was brief put powerful and when she pulled away they were both wide eyed with shock. Remembering whose arms she was wrapped in, she began to panic. They didn’t have time to question the action before another knock sounded and the slow creak of the door opening. Jo’s eyes dropped as she cleared her throat before jumping to her feet, leaving Dean to stare up at her with a twinkle in his emerald hues.

“Missus Winchester.” The man stated with fretful apprehension and Dean still couldn’t help but drop his head with a grin at the way they addressed her. Without even looking at him, she swatted the eldest Winchester’s shoulder.

He caught her hand and wrapped calloused digits around hers. The gesture, how simple it may seem, was comforting and she squeezed his hand in return. The action went unnoticed by the guard but the blush on her cheeks would be obvious to anyone.

“What is it, Hysen?” She found her authoritative voice once more.

The guard looked between Dean and his leader before swallowing hard. “Could I speak with you in private for a moment?” She looked down at Dean then back to her soldier and nodded before pulling her hand away.

The older man let her go reluctantly, his hands falling to his lap as he watched her step away out of the corner of his eye. They didn’t go far, just far enough that Dean couldn’t hear but still close enough that he could see their faces and the occasional glances thrown his direction. The shock on Jo’s face when she looked at him made Dean worry and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Her throat bobbed with an obvious deep swallow before she turned her face back to her soldier. She nodded after a few quiet word and with that the man took his leave. Silence took over the room as Jo and Dean were left alone once again. The tension between them was no longer comfortable and the eldest Winchester felt uneasy as she drew near.

“What's up?” He questioned as he shifted in his seat to turn to face her more. He could only guess what news she was given by the paleness of her face and the fact her eyes were full of sadness, almost disappointment. “Jo?”

“You brought him here?” Her face twisting as she looked him straight in the eye.

“Jo, I can explain-”

Her arms quickly gestured toward him as she shook his head, cutting him off with no intent of letting him explain. “I fixed it! Dean got rid of Lucifer and I got rid of Michael. The world was free of all these damn supernatural assholes!”

“I didn’t know this world even existed, Jo!” Dean stood to his feet now, as best as he could while resting his hand against the wall to brace himself. “I didn’t know!”

She still stood firm and stared at him with a hard glare as her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing. “If Lucifer and his spawn are here, I intend to send them back to your world or kill them.” Her statement was flat, final, her title making her word law. The jerk of her quick turning fanned her hair out behind her as she stomped out the door. The door slammed shut and once again Dean was left in the confines of a home that was never his, alone and watching as the blonde walked out.

It was the next morning before Dean and Sam saw Jo again. Deciding better of it, the brothers stayed inside the house until Jo gave them permission to leave. This was not their world, Jo was running this show as hard as that was for Dean to accept. If it weren’t for Sam, Dean would have gathered his own team and headed out to hunt the devil. Again. But as outsiders, they didn’t know what they would be going into and they didn’t know anyone that would be going into the fray with them. The inner workings of Jo’s compound was flawless, like a well oiled machine and if anyone were to bring in the archangel and send them all back to their world, it was Missus Winchester and her crew.

“She was married to this world’s Dean, ya know?” Sam broke the silence in the room where they sat simply staring at the door. Dean’s leg was propped up on the coffee table and he didn’t acknowledge his brother which told Sam that the other Winchester already knew. The younger of the two pursed his lips, his ankles crossing as his hands intertwined to rest on his stomach. His fingers tapped and his hair flopped as he looked around lazily, clearly going just as stir crazy as Dean but the older brother was better at remaining deathly still.

“This could have been our world.” Dean finally commented and Sam’s head turned to look at him. There was a sadness in his voice as he sucked in a slow breath. “Just one little change and we could have been where they are now.” His head tilted. “Well, no we’d be dead but you get me.” Sam’s eyes fell and he nodded, having thought the same thing many times in the hours they had been stuck in this reality. But the younger brother knew there was more to Dean’s revelation.

“She didn’t die for nothing in our world, Dean. She died to save us. She was just as brave on our world as she is in this one.” There were times that Sam missed the Harvelle and her mother and Ash but life had to go on. But there was no one that suffered more for their loss than Dean who always blamed himself. “She knew you cared about her. And she cared about you. You can’t dwell on the what-ifs, Dean. You need to let it go. Let her go.”

It was then that Sam noticed a tear slide down Dean’s cheeks. “I can’t let her go again.”

Sam’s eyes widened as his jaw dropped. “Dean, no. This isn’t your home. You can’t--” “And why not?” Dean snapped, his head quickly turning to stare down his brother. “What do we have left in our world? We’ve lost everything! Everyone! Here we can start new. We can bring this world back to life. No supernatural, no apocalypses. Just cleaning up the mess the other us made. Making a difference.”

Sam’s forehead wrinkled and he frowned faintly. “We make a difference in our world, Dean. We have Jody and Donna and the girls. We have Cas. We have a home. We have mom!”

Dean’s eyes turned away as he shook his head. There was truth in Sam’s words but he couldn’t bring himself to care about any of them the moment the door swung open. Both brothers shot up when Jo and a couple of men stepped in. Their bodies were rigid as they waited for the blonde to address them, give them the news they had been waiting for for hours. Jo stepped aside and it was Cas and Jack that stepped forward.

Sam sighed with relief and Jack instantly ran to the tall man and engulfed him in a tight embrace. Dean’s body relaxed a bit before offering Jack a tight smile before looking into the blue eyes of his best friend. Cas’s brow knit and head tilted as he seemed to look right through Dean’s soul with confusion and concern. But he didn’t say a word, kept his mouth shut as Jo sent her soldiers away and closed the door behind them.

“I have Rowena working on a spell to send you back.” Jo stated as she turned to face them, her arms crossing over her chest. “All of you except Lucifer. He’s being dealt with. Figured you didn’t need him in your world anyway.” Dean was surprised that she so easily had let Lucifer’s son go free but Jo always was a better judge of character than he was. Then again she did pick him to have a massive crush on which put a damper in her judgement record.

“Thank you, Jo.” The gruff voice broke through Dean’s trance and he looked away from the woman he had been staring at so intently. Castiel nodded his head at Jo and she did the same in return.

“Might as well get comfortable. Row said it would be a while before she has everything up and running so.” Jo’s arms dropped and when she was done speaking she turned as if to walk away. It surprised even Dean himself at the speed he caught her. Wide chocolate eyes caught his emerald orbs and with parted lips she gasped softly. “Dean.” His name passed breathily through her teeth.

“Can I talk to you?” He asked with urgency.

“Dean.” Sam’s voice was husky, tinged with both grief and anger, his name sounding like a warning to back down from his current course of action.

“Sam.” Dean snapped back, assuming his role as the superior and Sam’s chest heaved but he relented. His attention snapping back to Jo, Dean’s eyes pleaded for her answer. “Please.” Staring into his eyes, she couldn’t help but give in and nodded before coming to his side to help walk him away from the small group in the common area. They walked silently, Dean’s eyes glancing down at her from time to time, watching the blush in her cheeks. The walk seemed to take far longer than it should have and relief washed over them when the door finally closed behind them, leaving them alone in her bedroom. Dean took a seat on her bed but Jo chose to stand before him, hugging her arms around herself.

She looked down at her feet so when he reached his hands out to grab her by the elbows she jumped lightly. He couldn’t help but chuckle before pulling her closer to him. She hated that she so easily gave into him and planted herself between his legs. When she looked down at him, he was smiling softly, that look in his eyes that her Dean always held for her. The mere sight of this man brought moisture to her eyes and before she knew it, his hands were cupping her face and bringing his forehead to rest against hers.

Silence fell, comfortable once again. Her arms uncrossed as her eyes closed, fingers closing around his biceps. “I know what you’re going to say, Dean.” Her voice crackled slightly, raw emotion bubbling out of her. “And you can’t.”

Dean pulled back and looked like a kicked puppy dog when she caught his gaze. “Why not? I have nothing back there. I can start over here. I can be with you. I can-”

“Stop.” As much as she hated the idea of losing him again, she had to remind herself that this wasn’t her Dean. She knew nothing about this man from another dimension just like he knew nothing about her. They may be the same people but the different experiences have led them down different paths to make them separate from their counterparts. She shook her head and lifted her hands to pull his from her face. “I’d love for you to stay, don’t get me wrong. God, I’ve missed you.”

“There’s a but coming.” The man stated sadly.

“But you’re not my Dean. You don’t belong here. How do you know we’d even get along? You would really give up your life to live with a stranger?” His mouth opened but she pressed a finger to his lips. “No. I won’t let you. Not just for you but also for my sanity. I’ve already lost my Dean. No matter what you think, you’re not him and you will never be him. And that’s ok. But I just can’t let you stay.”

He sucked in a breath and rested his face against her chest, arms wrapping around her middle. She moved her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair then planting a soft kiss against his scalp. This was all he had ever wanted and it felt like once again it was slipping through his fingers. He couldn’t help but let a few stray tears stain her shirt. Her own tears fell and she sniffled quietly.

After a few moments, there was a knock on the door and Jo laughed when Dean growled against her. She released him and cupped his face, her thumbs wiping at the tears. She nodded and he returned the gesture before she planted a soft kiss against his lips. “Yeah?” She called as she stepped away from Dean toward the door.

The door opened and the pair were face to face with the petite redhead. Jo offered the woman a nod of her head before turning to look at Dean. She offered him her hand and he reluctantly took it and rose to his feet. They followed the witch into the common area where everything was already set up and ready to go. Sam, Jack and Castiel all turned to see Dean hand in hand with the blonde and even though Sam was relieved, he still frowned sympathetically at his brother.

Dean stepped toward his family but Jo’s hand pulled him back. In one swift move, her hand was on the back of his head, fingers gliding through his hair and bringing his lips to hers. The moment he realized what was happening, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close, deepening the kiss. This kiss was far better and more passionate than the desperate goodbye kiss he had given his Jo. Almost as if it were closure for the both of them, they pulled away with a smile.

“Take care of yourself, Princess.” She teased pushing him away and punching him on the arm.

He chuckled and placed a hand over the spot and pretending it hurt more than it did. “You too, kiddo.” He walked backwards until he stood in the circle beside his brother, best friend, and the nephilim all while his eyes remained locked on hers. She waved with a crooked grin and he winked as Rowena began to chant. As this world around them began to fade, he could see more tears slide down Jo’s face before she was gone altogether.