#shes like benny were gonna be pregnant together!! and bennys like YEAH AND DAD and shes like UH WHAT

[preggomancer]

okay 1. Alan and Tulip both canonically age slightly slower due to the lasting effects of their magic pregnancies, 2. Alan had Benny when he was around 19-20, and 3. Benny canonically gets pregnant in college like 20 years later. what im saying here is that they are absolutely pregnant at the same time because this is INCREDIBLY entertaining to me

[pink-sparkly-witch]

The One That Got Away - Chapter Five

Warnings: tw: child abuse, tw: physical abuse, tw: slut shaming, angst, language.

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

A/N: There are TRIGGER WARNINGS in this part - please heed these, and if you think you’ll be affected by any of them, please do not read.

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“Dean,” Mary got up from the table and went to the fridge, opening its door and pulling out a beer bottle. “Have a seat, sweetie,” she said, pulling out a chair and putting the bottle on the wooden dining table.

“Thanks, Mom. So, what don’t I know?”

“Sounds like Y/N might be back in town, son,” John said. “We don’t know for sure yet, only Jess has seen her, but she’s a nurse, and if it is her, she’s going by Singer now,” John carefully eyed Dean. Seeing his son go through such a range of emotions was heartbreaking.

“Yeah, it’s her,” Dean whispered, wiping his hands down his face.

Clearing his throat, Dean downed half of his beer in one swallow. “Bobby told me after Thursday's shift before I went fishing with Benny and Cas. Danny’s not got long left. His liver and heart are going, and he’s in a hospice. So, Bobby called her and said it might be time to think about coming home.”

“I didn’t even think of making the connection to Bobby,” Jess said softly. “He’s her uncle?” she clarified, and Dean nodded.

“Her mom’s brother. Caroline died in a fire when Y/N was little. Then her dad turned to booze and beatings to cope with his grief,” he glanced at Jess, who had a horrified frown on her features.

“From what I saw today and how caring and kind she was to me, I’d never have guessed she went through something like that,” Jess commented, and Dean chuckled.

“That’s Y/N for you! Carries the whole damn world on her shoulders, and you’d never know it. She cares about those around her way more than she cares about herself. She always has,” he smiled.

“You guys were a thing back in the day?” Jess asked curiously, and Dean let out a soft laugh.

“Yeah, you could say that! Dad, Bobby, and Danny go way back, and Mom and Caroline became best friends, so Y/N and I grew up together. We were best friends before we became childhood sweethearts. She was my first everything, and I was hers.”

“They could’ve been married with a couple of kids and a dog by now if he’d asked her to stay,” Mary pointed out, and Dean shook his head in exasperation. “Did Bobby say if anyone came with her?” she continued, trying to find out if someone had followed her from her past life.

“No. No husband or boyfriend,” Dean smiled, knowing the real reason behind his mom’s question. “Bobby said she dated but never settled with anyone. Apparently, she was a love them and leave them, too!” he chuckled just a little bitterly.

“Cute little thing like her, bet she broke some hearts!” Mary grinned. “Now that she’s back, are you gonna finally tell me why you didn’t ask her to stay back then? You and I both know she would’ve if you’d asked her to,” she enquired gently.

“I wanted to. God, I wanted to so bad! But I couldn’t do that to her,” Dean rubbed a hand down his face. “You’re right, Ma. She’d have stayed if I asked her to, and she asked me to ask her. If I had, I’d have married her as soon as we were eighteen, got her out of that godforsaken house. Ain’t no doubt about it. But I couldn’t.” He stood from his seat and brought the whiskey out of the liquor cabinet with three glasses. Mary wasn’t a whiskey drinker, and Jess was pregnant, so John took one of them and Sam another.

“She took a damn beating every day for fifteen years, Ma, from the one person who was supposed to protect her. He was her only parent, and he beat her because she looked too much like her mom. Because she survived,” Dean fumed as he fought to keep the tears at bay.

“Her mom begged him to get her out of that house, and he punished her for it. She was only three years old! That’s her first memory, the fire and her mom screaming at her dad to make sure she got out. Did you know that?” It was a rhetorical question, but the hurt and shock were hard for everyone to hide.

“I don’t know if she still does, but before she left, that memory used to replay itself as a nightmare whenever she was scared or stressed. Y/N didn’t deserve any of it. She deserved a life without beatings and abuse, and hatred. And if going to Chicago instead of Lawrence, fuck, even Kansas City or Wichita gave her that, then who was I to stop her?

“If I’d asked her to stay, her life wouldn’t be any better because of it. Sure, I could’ve protected her from the beatings and got her away from him. But Jody would still call her whenever he got arrested. Y/N would still have to deal with his rage, and she’d still fall victim to his verbal assaults and vulgar degrading. I did the only thing I could to truly protect her and… I let her go.”

Mary rushed over to him and hugged him tightly, trying to ease the pain her eldest son still felt after all this time, and she knew then what she had to do. Mumbling that she’d be right back, she headed upstairs to her bedroom and opened the drawer on her bedside cabinet. She pulled the ageing envelope out, the word ‘Dean’ scrawled in blue ink in unmistakable handwriting and returned downstairs.

“Years ago, Y/N wrote me a letter,” Mary explained to Sam and Jess, as the others already knew about it. “She was in therapy, and her therapist thought it’d be a good idea to write letters to the people she cared about most, and she told me what happened. We all knew something was happening, but I had no idea the extent of it. The fractured skull when she was six? Choking her at seventeen because she missed curfew?” Mary shook her head in disgust. John wrapped his arms around Mary to stop himself from getting in his car and killing the sick bastard himself.

“Was it ever…?” Sam let his question hang in the air, not wanting or needing it to be said aloud.

“It fucking better not have been, or I’ll kill the bastard myself!” John fumed.

“No, thank God,” Dean answered. “Always physical and verbal. The fractured skull and when he choked her were the worst he’s done to her. There were countless other fractured and broken bones, though. He was smart, and that made me so fucking mad! He’d always play off the broken bones as just a kid being a kid, you know? He’d say she fell from the climbing frame in the park or got injured doing gymnastics or playing hockey or netball. She fractured her skull and had a severe concussion from falling down the stairs, not because he pushed her so hard she fell into a fucking hardwood coffee table. 

“The manipulative bastard hardly ever left a mark where anyone could see. She had a few black eyes and bruises on her arms throughout the years, and that was it, at least until he tried to strangle her. He damn near killed her that night. She was blacking in and out of consciousness and only got him off her by hitting him over the head with her mom’s crystal vase. She knocked him out cold!” he chuckled sadly. “All because she was helping me graduate. He thought she missed curfew because she was “whoring herself out” to me, but she was helping me study. I never forgave myself for that.”

“Don’t blame yourself, son. Y/N told me you knew everything and made her feel safe and loved. She told me you blamed yourself for what happened to her that night, but she knew it would have been something else if it wasn’t because she missed curfew. She never blamed you for it. For any of it,” Mary smiled sadly at Dean’s scoff of laughter. “And she apologised. For leaving you and breaking your heart,” Mary said, desperate to comfort him.

“I broke hers more when I didn’t ask her to stay,” Dean responded. “If I could go back, I’d…” he sniffed, wiping the tears from his cheeks.

“I know you were hurt when a letter never came for you. But one did, and it was in with mine. Y/N told me to give you this when the time was right and if it was in your best interests. I honestly didn’t know if I’d ever give it to you. If the time would ever be right, but that time is now. I’m not gonna apologise for keeping this from you,” Mary held her hand up to cut off his rebuttal. “If I’d given this to you all those years ago, you’d have run off after her, and I don’t think you’d like what you would’ve found,” she finished as she handed him the letter.

Dean sobbed as he recognised her handwriting and ran his fingers gently over the faded ink. Turning it over, he glanced up at his mom, a silent question hanging between them.

“I didn’t read it. It wasn’t my place to,” Mary raised her hand, wiped his wet cheeks, and gave him a gentle wink. Dean tore open the envelope without another second’s hesitation.

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[romanarose]

For The Longest Time: Chapter 3

William Miller x Fem!OC (Lorelei Giang)

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Summery: Lorelei meets the rest of Will's friends. They are as melodramatic as always.

Warnings: Bickering, wierd friendhsip dynamics, creepy guy, Santi being protective af, Santi and Laci are so lovey dovey it's disgusting (I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE), creepy guy fetishizing Laci's size, fighting, Santi being a bit of a dick and Lorelei not fitting in (yet, I promise she will.) hints at Will's mental health issues.

A/N: Despite burning the fuck outta my fingers, I have provided this and a dark fic on my dark account XD hope you enjoy! Next chapter will be much lighter, I swear.

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It was a long night. Will and Lorelei discussed the various options and what each might look like for both of them. Will wanted this kid. In an ideal world he’d like to be a couple with Lorelei and raise it together, but that was not in the cards. 

Still, William Miller had turned 40 this year. The idea of a family was something he longed for. He had been engaged nearly a decade ago, to a woman named Emily he still very much loved and always will, but she broke off the engagement after his PTSD escalated and Will had refused to get help. It wasn’t until Laci had come into his life that he started therapy and by then, he had missed his chance with Emily. Now, Frankie had his daughter and a happy life with Jana, and Santiago was getting married soon to his girlfriend and were hoping to conceive right after the wedding.

“I’ll take care of everything, I promise, medical bills and all. You won’t have to work until you’re ready-”

Lorelei held out a hand at that. “I appreciate that, but I’m gonna keep working.”

Will sighed. She was so independent, and no matter how much Will wanted to take care of her and their potential baby, he knew this was her choice, including if she was working or not. “Okay, just know I can take care of things, as much as you need to.”

She cocked an eyebrow at that. “You’re a charming guy, but you’re no Tony Robbins. Motivational speaking can’t possibly pay that good.”

How to explain it all? He’s never really had too. His family knew he had gone on a mission with Pope and Fish and he thinks they all just assumed it went well. Jana knew what happened; she had been dating Frankie at the time he left, Rosie just a few months old. When Santi first brought Laci into his home, they weren’t dating and she was too shy to ask why he never worked but had the money to provide resources that social services hadn’t. When he finally explained what happened, they had been dating for several months and felt comfortable telling the story. Lorelei… he cared about her, he cared for her a lot and had wanted to be with her… just not like this. He didn’t want to be one of those couples who got together just because they were pregnant, and he knew Lorelei was not the kind to go for that anyway. In short, he didn’t want to lie to her, but the truth was something he was ashamed of. 

“I um… came into some money, actually…” Yeah, close enough.

She seemed to buy it. “Is that why Benny can afford to be an alcoholic without a job?”

Will knew this wasn’t exactly the time nor the point, but he was defensive of his brother. “He fights MMA and he does well. You know we’re at the gym-”

“I’m sorry, I see that’s a sore spot.” 

Will’s ruffled feathers settle as he takes a deep breath and releases it slowly. “It’s okay. But, yeah. That’s why.”

In the end, they both wanted the baby and they both wanted to be involved, so it was decided she’d go through with the pregnancy and they would be coparent. Will felt a side of relief; he was going to be a dad. It wasn’t the most ideal of situations, but he was going to be a dad nonetheless.

“You can tell all your friends now, unless you wanna keep that a secret too.” Lorelei said with a little bite, making Will wince.

“Listen, Lorelei, about that.”

“Yeah, about that.”

Will tried to gather his thoughts; how to explain this aspect as well? How does he explain the reasoning he wasn’t quite sure of himself? He tried his best. “Listen, these guys are my family, not just Ben. They are like brothers to me and their girlfriends, well, I care about them a lot too. Never had a sister, but that's what Laci and Jana feel like. Ben drinks a lot and fights and Frankie- well, it’s not really my business to tell his story. Santi couldn’t stay in one town for longer than a few months until he met Laci, and her… well that’s her story too. I guess what I’m saying is we’re all very involved in each other's lives. We all have security info to each other’s houses, that’s how Santi was able to get in today. I was engaged, years ago and that break up felt very public. Santi and Laci never fight anymore but the time they did, we all knew about it. I guess I just… I wanted to just keep this… you…” He struggled to find the exact words, but Lorelei seemed to just know him.

“You wanted to keep this just for you.”

Will nodded in agreement.

“I get it. I’m very private, I wouldn’t want to have everything aired out constantly either.”

She understood him. 

“I would like you to meet them, well, in a better way than you met Santi.”

She cocked an eyebrow at him, but smiled. “I don’t know, William. I’m Vietnamese, I’m not exactly jumping at the chance to meet American military.”

Will couldn’t stop the apparent look of recognition on his face and she lights up ready to tease him. “Oh my god! You were wondering what I am!”

Raising his hands in defense, smiling along with her. “Hey! I’m not the most politically correct person out there but even I know better than to ask where someone is from.”

“I’m from Philadelphia. I am Vietnamese. But yes, I can meet your friends. Sure.” She didn’t seem thrilled, but it was neccecary. “We’ll have to meet each other’s families at some point.”

Will visibly cringed. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Complicated family life? “You could say that.”

“My dad left when I was 8 and was never really in my life until I had money to “lend” him, so, yeah. I get it.”

“My dad was an alcoholic, so I can understand some of that.” Alcohol was boiling it down a lot, a light way of putting the abuse he and Benny went through, but she didn’t need to know about that. This was his burden to bear, not hers. He tries his best to bare it for Ben too, and he’s already failing at that.

*

It was a little more than a week later that Lorelei met everyone finally. Santi and Laci had gone to New York for a week and returned last night, so they all wanted to get together. Lorelei thought they all seemed codependent on each other and it was all so strange to her. She didn’t even have any sort of help from her family none the less friends. Fuck, her mom was going to kill her.

Benny was coming over first, with his girlfriend, Alice. Will did not like Alice, but wouldn’t go into why. Hell, he wouldn’t even admit he didn’t like her, but the way he talked about her or the lack of discussion in general compared to the ways he talked about Jana and Laci. When probed, Will simply said it wasn’t his story to tell; he said that a lot, and although it was frustrating when trying to put the pieces together, it was a comfort to know her secrets were safe with him.

“LORELEI!” Benny’s booming deep voice rang through the house when he saw her. Benny hadn’t been told about the baby yet; so far, only Santiago knew, and potentially Laci too, depending if he could keep a secret or not. Will had confessed to him that Lorelei was staying with him. Only as a friend, but the cheeky look on Benny’s face told her he didn’t believe it. “Fancy meeting you here!”

“Hi Benjamin.” She smiled at him. She always did like the younger Miller boy, and it seemed recently he’d been staying out of trouble which is good.

“I’m excited to introduce you to everyone, starting with-” He turned to the side and introduced his girlfriend. “This is my lovely girlfriend, Alice McCarthy.”

Alice was pretty, a pale girl with a smattering of freckles and sandy brown hair that reached her mid-waist, even in loose curls. There was a streak of blue in one of the locks.

“Lorelei Giang, nice to meet you.”

“BEN!” Will shouted from the next room. “CAN YOU GIVE ME A HAND WITH THIS?”

Benny said he’d be right there, and hurried over to help. Alice watched him leave with pursed lips, then turned to Lorelei with a smile.

“So, have you met any of them before?” Alice referenced the tight knit group, and Lorelei couldn’t help but smirk to herself. It wasn’t that she couldn’t tell Alice how she had met Santi -Will wouldn’t dare try to tell her that- but she didn’t feel the need. Besides, no one else needed to know she keeps a gun in her drawer next to her vibrator.

“I met Santi briefly, and as you know I’ve known Benjamin a little bit here and there, and I’ve ran into Laci twice with Will.”

Alice looked curious at that statement. “Not with Santi?”

“No, she was with Benny and Will once, and just Will the other time.”

“Hm.” Was her non committal answer. “Well, has Will warned you about her… speaking issues?” she always whispered the last two words. 

Alice was definitely interesting. “I’m aware she sometimes goes non verbal.” Laci had to communicate via notes app when she first met the women that night with Ben and Will

“Just thought I’d warn you; Benny didn’t think it was worthwhile mentioning when I met them.” She rolled her eyes, and Lorelei wasn’t sure if it was at Benny or Laci.

“Yeah, well, I think it’ll be a nice night.”

“Yeah it’ll be fine. They can be really uuhhhhhh click-y. But don’t worry! I got you.” Alice promised to stay with Lorelei so she didn’t feel out of place, and Lorelei was thankful for that, but suspicious of her motivations. It wasn’t personal, Lorelei was a suspicious person in general.

*

Will was buzzing with nervousness when they walked into the quit bar they liked to frequent. It was nice to have something lowkey like this place; Ben didn’t feed off the energy as he did at busier bars, and Laci wasn't overwhelmed by the crowds and noises. It was a good place to meet; neutral. As much as he didn’t like Alice, he did admit that her meeting everyone at Fankie’s house put her at a disadvantage. Will wasn’t sure how Benny was going to take this announcement. Laci would be excited for sure, it was hard to dampen her mood. Jana and Frankie would share a look and quietly judge him as if their daughter wasn’t unplanned. Santi already knew and he didn’t really care what Alice thought, but it was Ben he was concerned about.

“Hi guys!” Laci’s voice chirped from where she sat at a hightop table. Santi was standing by her side already and assisted in helping her down. Laci’s height was a source of frustration for her and it wasn’t like Santi was tall himself, but he took his job of caring for her very seriously. Santiago lifted Laci under her armpits and spun her around as he set her down, her blue dress fluttering around her legs. Laci clasped her hand into Santi’s, her engagement ring catching the light when they walked over. 

“Hey Lace.” Will gave her a side hug, planting a quick kiss on the crown on her blonde head, having to bend down quite a ways just to do so. “This is Lorelei, since you havnt been able to officially meet her yet.”

“Hi!” She smiled at Lorelei. “I am so sorry for Santi,” Laci shot him a glare that held no real malice that he returned with an eyeroll of the same. “He has a flair for the dramatic.”

“I thought she was breaking into Will’s house!”

“Sure baby.” She kissed his cheek and he dropped it with a smile.

Lorelei spoke up. “It’s nice to meet you guys.”

Ben and Alice walked in and Laci gave Benny a big hug. “Hi Ben! Hi Alice!”

First impression she got was that Santiago was whipped. First impression she got of Jana and Frankie was that Jana wore the pants. 

“Hi! It’s so nice to meet you.” Jana greeted, introducing herself and Frankie, Frankie shaking her hand with a soft smile. Frankie kept a hand around her waist, his hand firmly planted on her hip. 

Everyone gathered around the table, first round of drinks ordered (Water for Laci and Frankie, she noted) as everyone questions Santiago and Laci about their trip. Laci was excitedly explaining how they made new friends. Well, Laci made a friend by the sounds of it, Bahar, an architecture student in New York, and their friendship forced Santi and Bahar’s boyfriend, Marc, into close proximity. Will was smiling as he watched her ramble on; she was certainly not having and trouble speaking. There was a part of her that thought Will and Laci had something still, just by the way he talked about her, but it was clear now how enamored Laci was with her fiance. Lorelei didn’t get it, she thought Laci could do better than Santi, but she was biased. Everyone seemed interested in their trip except Alice, and when Lorelei caught Alice’s eye, Alice rolled her eyes.

When the food had come and everyone began digging in, Will cleared his throat. 

“So, there’s actually a reason I wanted you to meet Lorelei tonight.”

“2 months later.” Santi just had to remind him. Ass. 

Benny chimed in next. “You’re dating!” 

A sigh from the older brother. “No, Benny.” Will turned to Lorelei, allowing her to say it if she wanted too… no, she did not. Will turned to his friends, looking at Frankie for reassurance, she noted. “Lorelei is pregnant.”

Despite the chatter of the bar around them, it felt like silence had enveloped their table, the life having been sucked out. Frankie and Jana immediately looked at each other and Will knew that in a single glance, the well connected pair had said all their thoughts to each other. Santi already knew, and he had lip pursed lips and that ever worried look on his face and Laci’s face showed shock. Alice was wide-eyed, trying to read the room until she turned to Benny to see hi reaction and Will’s eyes followed. There was confusion there, a little apprehension that maybe this was a joke. Will would never joke about this, but Benny’s other friends weren't the best company. More importantly, however, was the hint of hurt on his face.

This was all broke by a light squeal, Laci jumping off the chair (the the slight panic of Santi) and running over between his and Lorelei’s chairs and hugging them both. “Oh my gosh! Congratulations guys!”

Slowly, the others joined in on congratulating the pair, Benny getting off his seat to join Laci in the hug. Maybe he was hurt by the secrets, but he knew his brother wanted a family, so he was happy for him despite the circumstances.

Jana was ever-inquisitive, always addressing the elephant in the room. “So… are you guys dating… oooorrrrrr?” Frankie tried to hide a smile, not wanting to be mean spirited, but this was why he fell in love with Jana after all.

“No.” Lorelei answered clearly. “I’ve been living with Will and it just sort… happened, I guess.”

Benny’s scoff caused everyone to turn to him, the normally cheerful man having a cloud over his head. “Nothing ‘just happens’ with my brother, Lorelei. He is a calculated son of a bitch-”

“Ben.” Fish warned.

“No, no I’m gonna finish this, there's some bullshit going on right right now and he’s not being honest.”

Will couldn’t help roll his eyes. “Well I didn’t get her pregnant on purpose Benjamin.”

“I know that.”

“Then what exactly are you accusing me of!?”

Frankie raised both his hands to the bickering brothers. “Enough!” 

“But he-”

“No. This is a celebration, Ben. It may not be planned out, but neither was Rosie and she’s the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me,” he looks to Jana. “To us, and I think Will,” His gaze turned to Will. “Will be an excellent father because he is an excellent uncle and friend. And Lorelei” He turned to her now. “I haven't known you for longer than half an hour but I trust you’ll take care of my new niece or nephew. Now, everyone is here tonight, we all have beautiful women with us with different relations, so let’s celebrate, okay?”

“Whatever, I’m leaving.” Benny grumbled, Alice arguing but following after.

“Benny!”

“I got this, Laci.” Alice snapped, making Laci stop in her tracks looking dejected. 

Lorelei wanted no part in whatever was happening. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

Laci perked up. “Oh! I’ll come with!” and happily joined at Lorelei’s side. She wasn’t sure about her yet, but it wasn’t personal. She wasn’t sure how she felt about anyone besides the Millers, and even then…

She looked back to see Santi watching them. “I’m not going to shank your girlfriend, Garcia.” Lorelei called as she turned the corner to the bathroom hall.

“Sorry” Laci giggled. “He’s just protective.”

Lorelei thought it bordered more on possessiveness. “He let you out of his sight much?” She wasn’t feeling well and wanted to puke in peace, but Laci was nice and she didn’t want to be rude to her.

“Oh yeah, don’t worry.” Her voice was soft and dreamy from the other stall. “I know we probably seem a bit weird, but I promise he takes care of me.”

 Lorelei flushed and began washing her hands. “That’s not really-” She sighed. “Just because he’s taking care of you doesn’t mean he’s not being controlling.”

“But he’s not! I take of him too. We care for each other, I love him so much” She assured. “I have my own job, now”

“Now?” Lorelei was starting to feel lightheaded. This stupid fucking pregnancy was nocking the fuck out of her two months in.

“Yeah I uh… I wasn’t working for a while. Not because of him! He was very encouraging of me working.”

“Right. I’m sorry, I need some fresh air.”

“Oh. Okay I’ll see you at the table then…” She sounded sad, but Lorelei was really not feeling good, so she quickly exited the bathroom and ran outside, hoping the air would help. It didn’t, and she ended up puking out her water and meal on the grass over the railing.

What am I doing? She wondered as she attempted to gain clarity while her head swirled. The nausea was genuine, a reaction to baby apparently not liking the food, but the way it sent her back, back to the vicious cycle she had been in college of binge and purge, something she had worked so hard on recovering from… It was all by herself too. She had friends, yeah, but no one she could really count on, no one that stayed long. Most of it was her fault, she knew. She didn’t put much effort into maintaining, the second someone even seemed distant, she was out. It was self preservation, but it had left her lonely. She had to admit she was envious of Will, having so many friends, despite the obvious tension.

 She liked Frankie, at least. Seemed level headed. Jana seemed fine, she supossed. Alice was a little on edge and Santi had made it to her bad side with the gun and his weird behaviors around Laci. Lorelei hadn’t forgotten her coming in the ER with blood around her nose. Benny’s outburst was childish just as he was. And Laci… was strange. She acted like a child, like a doll the Santi had on display. A pretty, petite, blonde trophy wife to parade around and she played into it.

Lorelei took a walk around the building to decompress before facing them, deciding to walk back in the front doors instead of the side entrance she left through. When she approached the table, Ben frowned.

“Where’s Laci?”

Santiago turned around faster than he thought possible before Lorelei replied. “Oh, is she not back yet? I left in there, I wasn’t feeling good-”

“You left her?!?!?!”

“Relax” But it was clear on everyone's faces that this wasn’t a relax moment. “What’s going on?” But they had already begun standing up to find her.

“Lace?” Santi called as he ran towards the bathrooms.

Will quickly apologized. “She can’t be left alone in public, her anxiety.” before following Santi. 

When they rounded the corner, Laci was cornered in the hall by some guy she didn’t know, visibly uncomfortable as he crowded in on her, arm braced ont he wall above her. “You ever done porn?” He looked her up and down. “You’d fit right into the xxxtra small category.”

Benny and Santi were on them in a second, Santi charging at him and throwing him down the hall with his full body force while Benny pulled her away.

“God damn!” The man shouted. “I didn’t know she had a boyfriend, damn! She didn’t say anything!”

“SHE SHOULDN’T HAVE TO!” Santi screamed at him, going over to Laci who promptly clung to him.

The man recognized the Miller then. “Will, you know this psycho?”

“Yeah, I know this psycho and I know his girlfriend, what the fuck do you think you’re dong, Jackson?”

Jackson raised his hands in defense. “Hey, I didn’t know she was with you guys.”

Benny then walked up to him, towering figure shadowing anything Jackson had on Laci. “It don’t matter who she’s with, she was clearly uncomfortable, you piece of you fucking shit”

In Ben’s defense, Jackson swung first, but Benny did not hesitate to fight back. Lorelei watch as a crying Laci’s mouth was sealed shut, hands fisted in his shirt and looking up at him pleadingly. Santi then disengaged from her, handing her over to where Jana’s arms waited and then headed into the fight where- fuck, when did Frankie and Will get involved? They seemed more focused on pulling Ben away than anything. Once it was over, Will picked the man up by his shirt, Santi opening the door to the side entrance, and Will quite literally threw him out. 

Santi rejoined Laci, the girl crying silently as he poured over her, caressing her hair before turning to Lorelei. “What the hell was that?”

It took a second for her to realize Santi was talking to her. “Excuse me? I had nothing to do with that-”

Will warned Santi to back off, but between Santi and Lorelei, there was only tunnel vision. “You left her!”

“Why are you so fucking possessive that she can’t be away from you for two-”

"Santi, stop-"

“SHE WAS SEX TRAFFICKED, JESUS!”

The words hit Lorelei like a ton of bricks, guilt rushing in on her. Frankie smacks his shoulder, muttering about how he’s not supposed to just be saying that, Jana covered her face and groaned. “Fuck-  I’m sorry, Laci, I didn’t know.”

Santi opened his mouth to berate her some more, but when he saw Laci’s hands moving, he shut up. Will noticed how he doesn’t talk over her anymore, how he know when she needs to speak or sigh.

Santi averts his eyes but translates for her. “She says it’s okay, you didn’t know.” Laci turned to Santi and signed again. He sighed. “She says she told you that you could leave her.” Santi grumbled out, still holding her close. “C’mon baby, let’s go home, yeah?” When she nodded, Santi said goodbye to everyone and Laci gave a little wave.

“I think we’ll head out too.” Jana announced.

Frankie and her said goodbye, Frankie being sure to smile and let a very guilt ridden Lorelei know that it was a pleasure to meet her and he looks forward to getting to know her. Will is forever thankful for Frankie as he rubs his temples, trying to stop the racing thoughts in his head.

Alice is at her side. “Hey it’s okay. No one warned you about it. It’s a weird group to get to know, hard to fit in.”

Will turned towards her. “Yeah, like you’re trying.”

“And you’re helping?” Benny stepped in. “You’ve been a dick to her ever since we started dating, just like you were to Laci!”

“That was different!”

Lorelei was halfway down the hall, keys in hand. “I’m leaving, are you guys coming or not?” Will quickly paid their tabs (and Jacksons. He wasn’t going to let a small business miss out of money because of them.) and went on their way

The ride back was short and quiet, Ben exiting the car silently and Alice only saying goodbye to Lorelei as they go into their own. Inside the house, Will began stress cleaning.

While he was distracted, she took his phone and found Laci’s number, sending a text apology for leaving her, and she was sorry she was in that position with that asshole. Laci texted back a very sweet message accepting it and apoligizing for Santiago, who Lorelei was growing increasingly less fond of. When the round of apologies was over, Laci sent a picture of their wedding invite.

“It’s a small wedding in our backyard, I know it’s only a few months away and we don’t really know each other, but I’d love for you to join. I promise, Santi isn’t always like this”

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@pimosworld @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @whatthefishh @missdictatorme @milkymoon2483 @poeedameronn@itspdameronthings @miraclesabound @babymills16

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

By Your Doorstep (Part 4)

Summary: The reader and Dean celebrate Tessa’s birthday with a big surprise before making a drastic change to their relationship...

Pairing: Doctor/Neighbor!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 4,100ish

Warnings: language, angst, mentioned past sexual assault (not graphic)

A/N: Parts of this series are told from two different POV’s. Dean’s POV are written from limited third person. Reader’s POV are second person (like a typical reader insert). Enjoy!…

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Dean’s POV

Two Weeks Later

“Oh fuck yeah!” said Dean, jumping up and down in the driveway as he read over the letter in his hands. 

“Dr. Dean that’s a bad word,” said Emily, the five year old three houses down. Dean slapped a hand over his face as she rode past on her bike, her father laughing to himself.

“Hope it’s good news, Dean,” said Chris.

“Very. Sorry about that,” said Dean, Chris waving him off as Dean jogged back inside. He read over the letter again and looked through the packet. “Alright. As long as you keep a B average or above you’re golden kiddo. You get straight A’s anyways so that shouldn’t be a problem.”

Dean smiled and gathered up all of the documents, getting them together with Tessa’s birthday present. Y/N had tried to tell him that giving away his old iPhone was too much but all it did was sit in a drawer now when it worked perfectly fine. He was pretty sure she wasn’t going to be thinking about the phone at all once she found out about the grant.

He looked back at the bag on the table and frowned. Maybe she’d take it the wrong way, like he was trying to save her sister or their family or something like that. He could have given them the application and had them fill it out. They would have probably gotten it still. Dean knew his letter he’d included didn’t hurt but he didn’t want to be that guy. He was already a doctor, already helped Y/N with a job, already paid for dates and things. It was no issue for him at all and he knew she didn’t care about the money but he didn’t want to rub it in her face that he could help more than she could.

Dean grabbed his phone and called Cas, Sam stuck in some network client thing all night he’d told him. It rang a few times before it picked up, the echo in the background telling him he was on speaker.

“Deano!” said Benny. “Gonna make it over tonight after all?”

“Hey guys,” said Dean, sitting down on his couch. “You got the crew together?”

“Nah, just us and the girls. They’re still out shopping. What’s up?” asked Cas.

“You know Y/N?” asked Dean.

“The girl you’re clearly in love with? Yes we know her,” laughed Benny. Dean was quiet and heard them shift on the other end.

“Everything okay?” asked Cas.

“I think I fucked it up. I think I’m going too far too fast.”

“What do you mean?” asked Benny.

“Tessa, her little sister, she’s in high school and I applied for a grant on her behalf for her college and she got it,” said Dean.

“That’s a problem how?” asked Cas.

“I don’t want it to come off as me trying to save them or anything. I’m nervous she’s gonna get mad at me,” said Dean. His friends were quiet and knew a teasing comment wouldn’t come. “Guys.”

“Tell her you applied on a long shot and a grant is what helped you with school. You’re not saving the day, just sharing a benefit you got,” said Benny. “Shit I wish I’d had someone do that for me.”

“What’s going on Dean? You’re normally the last person to freak over shit,” said Cas. Dean sat back and stared up at the ceiling. 

“Talk to us bud,” said Benny.

“I like this girl and it’s been years and years since I had a girlfriend. You guys know I’m not good for more than a fuck,” said Dean.

“Lisa was a super bitch and you know that’s not true,” said Benny.

“I am in my thirties and I’ve never had a real relationship. I don’t even know how. I’m gonna fuck this up so bad. I know it.”

“Contrary to how often I call you a dick, you are one of the best people I’ve ever met,” said Cas.

“I agree and you know all our friends and especially Sammy would say the same thing. Brother you gotta relax. This girl from what you’ve said and everybody else says, well we ain’t never seen you so happy so stop freaking, go get ready for your date tonight and put some faith in this girl that she’s not gonna hurt you back,” said Benny.

“I didn’t say-”

“Dean, we’ve known you forever. We know when you’re scared. I know most people in your life end up hurting you but take it from us, not everyone will. I got a good vibe from her,” said Cas. 

“Me too,” said Dean quietly.

“You doing okay?” asked Benny. “In general you know.”

“Yeah. Most of the time I’m great now. The past few weeks have been awesome. I think maybe that’s why I keep freaking out over this girl. It’s like, fucking finally, I understand what a good relationship can be.”

“You been to Ketch lately?” asked Cas.

“No, not as a patient. I’m okay.”

“Well still go for a tag up every once in a while for us,” said Benny.

“I know. Never would have gone without you assholes getting on my back in the first place.”

“That’s what friends are for,” said Cas, Benny chuckling. “So where you guys going tonight?”

“Monico’s.”

“Fancy,” they both said and Dean rolled his eyes, smiling to himself.

“Goodbye assholes,” said Dean, hearing them laugh before he hung up. He sat up and took a deep breath. “Alright. Shower. Shave and fingers crossed tonight goes well.”

Reader’s POV

“Okay, presents before or after dinner?” you asked as you carried in a bag to Tessa’s room. 

“Before, obviously,” she said. 

“Alright, well I know you wanted something really badly this year,” you said. “Why don’t you open the green one first?”

“This feels like an iPhone box…” she said with a big smile. She tore off the paper and grinned. “Awesome! What one is it?”

“It’s a ten. It’s used but in really good condition. I got you a case and extra charger too,” you said. “We can swing to the store and activate it tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Y/N, really,” she said. She grabbed the card next and her eyes went wide when she saw the cash inside. “Y/N.”

“It’s your money you gave me. It’s yours. Buy whatever you want, okay?” you said. She nodded and unwrapped a few more small things, a book she’d been talking about, some make up you knew she’d use, a new pair of her nike running shorts that’d been on sale thankfully. You smirked when she picked up the last two presents in the bag. “Alright. I hope these are...suitable for you.”

She tore off the wrapping on one and started to laugh.

“It’s hot pink,” she giggled. “Why is it hot pink?”

“Cause vibrators come in a variety of colors,” you said with a laugh. “I will let you read through the charging instructions on your own and same for the other box. There is toy cleaner because yes you need to wash these things properly and I got some water based lube. Go with water based. It dries up faster but it works better to me. Oh and wash everything like five times before it goes anywhere near anything, okay?”

“Okay,” she laughed. “I can’t believe you actually bought me this stuff.”

“Can’t get pregnant off a toy,” you said.

“Definitely can’t do that,” said Dean, Tessa wide eyed as he popped his head into the doorway. She shoved the boxes back into the bag and he laughed. “I’m a doctor. Sex doesn’t bother me and I think your sister has a point.”

“Oh my God, I forgot he was here,” she said, running her hands over her face.

“I was wondering where you two ran off to,” he said. He stepped inside and pulled out a box from behind his back. “Happy birthday, Tessa.”

“Thanks,” she blushed. She undid the bow and paper, smiling as she opened the box. There was an envelope inside but she picked up the headphones and shook her head. “Dean I can’t accept this. It’s too much. I already know the iPhone must have been yours.”

“You are smarter than you look,” he said. “But I can’t accept your refusal of my present. I have new ones and those never get used and I’m bigger than you so you’re gonna lose this argument one way or the other.”

“I’d listen to him, Tessa. He gets his way when he wants it,” you said. She rolled her eyes but smiled.

“Thank you. People haven’t been nice to us the past couple years,” she said. You glanced down to the floor, Dean leaving his arm wrapped around your waist. 

“People weren’t all that nice to me either for a long time,” he said with a nod. “Someday when you’re able, you help somebody else out, understand?”

“Yeah,” she said with a nod.

“Open the envelope. This one’s a present to you both,” he said. You cocked your head as she tore it open, reading for a long time before she pulled out a paper and handed it to you.

“Dean,” you said, sitting down on her bed after you’d read it a few times. “Dean this…”

“It’s a grant. It’s very similar to a scholarship. I’m an alumni of Elmdale and the medical school there. Tessa you qualify and so I applied on your behalf a few weeks ago and you were accepted. The grant will cover half of four years of tuition,” he said.

“What does that mean?” asked Tessa.

“It means we will have to pay very little with financial aid,” you said. She was beaming and you shook your head. “You applied weeks ago?”

“After I met you two. This house seemed familiar to me for some reason until I remembered. Y/N I told you someone helped me when I was eighteen?”

“Yeah?”

“I think his picture is hanging in the hall,” he said.

“Our dad?” asked Tessa.

“He got me a job and helped me pay for part of my school. I came here once when I needed his help. Your father was a very good man and it’s clear his daughters are the same. Neither one of you deserves to go through all the pain I did. I don’t want you to. It was no trouble at all to do, I swear.”

“Tessa, I work at Dean’s office as a lab tech,” you said. She turned her head and you saw Dean nod. “I lost my job before. We were scraping by. Barely. We’re okay now but without this grant...it would have wiped out our inheritance. That was for weddings and down payments for houses. We can keep it now...we can keep the house now.”

“You hate this house though,” she said. “I hate this house.”

“Tessa-”

“We can downsize,” she said. “Y/N, every night you stare down at their bedroom door. It’s like we live with ghosts or something. It doesn’t have to be so tight. Do we really need a five bedroom house?”

“It’s not as tight anymore. We’ll talk about it. Let’s go celebrate all the good news,” you said. “I’ve been dying for a Monico’s steak.”

“She seemed pretty happy tonight,” said Dean as you sat on the front porch a few hours later. You hummed and rocked in your seat beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Did I overstep?”

“No. You were the boy in the mailroom, weren’t you. Dad used to talk about you sometimes. Mostly when I didn’t want to do something. He told me some people my age have it so much harder.”

“True. But you can’t compare one person’s struggles to another’s. It’s not fair to either one.”

“Would you sell this house if you were me?” you asked.

“I like that you live close by. I’d miss that. But it’s a lotta house for the two of you and it sounds like a change might be a good thing. You could downsize to somewhere else in the neighborhood and probably bank a good chunk of money for later on.”

“We could.” Dean was quiet, gears turning in his head. “What are you thinking of?”

“My house is a five bedroom too.”

“Yours is also newer,” you said. “And bigger.”

“Tell me if I’m crossing a line but...you guys...could stay there if you decided to sell this place. Temporarily. Or not temporarily,” he said. You stared up at him and he looked away. “Like I said, I’m sorry, I know it’s...I should go.”

“Hey. I’m not afraid of you.” His head turned back towards you and he swallowed thickly. “Tell me another secret and I’ll you one.”

“I think I I’m falling in love with you and I’m afraid I’m going too fast and that you think I’m creepy or weird deep down and I’m up to something when all I really see is me and my brother in you and your sisters places and I know how much it sucks and how much it hurts and I know you protect her from stuff she doesn’t even know about. I’m sorry for saying that about the house just now. I’d still like to see you though if that’s okay.”

“I think this is fast too but I also think that part of me fell for you the day you carried her home. You don’t want anything from us. Just to help and it’s not because you pity us or anything like that. If I’ve learned anything yet in life it’s that you don’t know when it’s gonna stop and there’s no use in wasting time.”

“What are you saying?”

“You willing to put up with a teenager, a service dog and someone who has not had a moment to themselves in two years?”

“As long as you don’t snore,” he smiled. You laughed and kissed his cheek. “Are you serious?”

“I don’t like this house anymore. If she doesn’t want it, I don’t want it. Maybe we can do some test runs, stay over for a weekend or two, see if we want to make it a not temporary thing.”

“That sounds great,” he smiled. “We’ll figure it out, sweetheart.”

Two Months Later

“I’m home,” you said on the way back from the store. You’d been staying at Dean’s for two weeks now after a nice couple closed on your old house. So far it’d been great and you were perfectly happy to stay there with him and Tessa for the foreseeable future. “I picked up some-”

“He is not my dad. I am eighteen,” said Tessa as she stormed over to the foyer. You glanced back to where Dean was over in the kitchen and sighed. “I want to go to Paulie’s tonight.”

“Who is Paulie?” you asked as you kicked off your boots.

“A friend,” she said.

“You’ve literally never mentioned him before,” you said, carrying some groceries through the family room and to the kitchen.

“That’s what I said,” said Dean as he peeled a potato at the island.

“I thought I said you’re not my dad so you can shut the fuck up.”

“Hey!” you shouted, Tessa freezing up. “Apologize to Dean.”

“He-”

“We are stable for the first time ever because of him. I trust Dean to make decisions for you when I’m not home. If he said no, then the answer is no. Go to your room,” you said. She grumbled and pounded her feet upstairs. You washed up and gripped the countertop. “I’m sorry. I can’t believe she said that to you.”

“It’s okay. I’ll be the bad guy,” he said as he picked up another potato. “Paulie what’s his face doesn’t sound like he wants anything other than in her pants so she can swear all she likes at me.”

“What’d she say exactly?”

“She wants to go over to Paulie’s tonight to hang out with some friends but I overheard her and Hailey talking earlier this week about a party and I don’t need a medical degree to put it together.”

“If she sneaks out I’ll kill her,” you said. You glanced down to Toast’s dog bowl and paused. “Dean what would happen if she drank on her medication.”

“She can’t drink alcohol on that stuff,” he said. 

“What would happen if she did.”

“She could have a seizure,” he said. 

“Tessa!” you shouted. You jogged upstairs and found her bedroom empty. “Tessa!”

The house was quiet and you put your hands on your head. 

“Toast!” you shouted, the dog trotting out from Dean’s bedroom. You immediately ran inside, Dean already upstairs and you saw her sitting out on the balcony in a chair, her face in her knees. 

“Can I…” said Dean and you nodded. You followed him outside, Dean walking over and squatting by her seat. “Tessa, what are you doing out here?”

“I wish I was normal, didn’t have a fucked up head.”

“I got one too,” he said.

“Do you have to take medicine for seizures? No?” she said.

“No but my dad used to beat me up,” he said. She turned and he nodded. “He would try to beat up my little brother too sometimes but I would take the hits when I could. Tessa, you can’t drink when you’re on your medicine. You just can’t.”

“I know that,” she said.

“You can’t sneak out and leave Toast behind either. It’s not safe.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

“Y/N and I get scared too is all.”

“You just pretend to like me cause you fuck my sister.”

“For the record, I don’t fuck your sister. Relationships are complicated. You might not realize this but I care about you for you. If I didn’t I would not want you in my house, in our house, and I wouldn’t get scared about you going to parties with guys that just want to use you for sex. I give a shit about you Tessa whether you believe me or not.”

“You don’t care,” she scoffed. “You feel sorry for us. Nobody on earth would ask two strangers to move in unless you-”

“Tessa you can think whatever you want about me. I’m not your father and I’ll never try to be him. But I sure as shit know how to be an older brother. So be pissed off and be rude and whatever else you want to. I’ve done this before with my own brother. You don’t scare me. The only thing that does is you getting taken advantage of or you getting hurt and Toast isn’t there to help. Someday you’ll get it through that thick skull of yours what the truth is but until then, I’ll be the asshole who doesn’t let you go to parties you’ll get hurt at.”

“You pity us.”

“I’m jealous of you.” She stared at him and you swallowed in the doorway. “Your parents loved you. Mine didn’t. You want to talk about being fucked up? I’m here anytime.”

She nodded and he sat up on the bench with her. You went inside and finished preparing the potatoes, mashing them up and saving them for later. It was nearly ten by the time you heard the stairs creak and Dean walked down them.

“Y/N,” said Tessa. You got up from the couch and walked to the bottom of the stairs, Tessa glancing down. “I’m sorry for how I’ve acted today and treated Dean lately. I was…”

“It’s okay,” he said quietly as he rubbed her back.

“I was scared when we moved in here a few weeks ago. I don’t want to lose you too and Dean takes up time that it used to be just us and I know the accident wasn’t my fault but I feel guilty still sometimes and I know your life is different because of it too and I want you guys to be happy, I do. I just get scared you’ll forget about me. I don’t wanna be alone. I’m not ready.”

“You don’t ever have to be alone, Tessa,” you said. She nodded and looked up at Dean.

“I know. I was silly. But I’m better now,” she said. 

“It wasn’t your fault,” you said.

“I know,” she said. 

“Why don’t you head to bed, Tess. Tomorrow I can come to your session with you like we talked about,” said Dean. She nodded and walked upstairs, Toast trotting into her room. You walked upstairs and into your bedroom with Dean, shutting the door after yourselves. “I should have...change is difficult on kids with PTSD. I should have realized that’s why she’s been so snippy. I thought it was just hormones.”

“Probably both,” you said, climbing onto the bed. He lay down next to you, staring up at the ceiling. “You care for her.”

“You two are a package deal, sweetheart,” he said with a light chuckle. “Can’t love one without loving the other.”

“Like you and Sam,” you smiled. “I can’t wait to meet him in person.”

“Me too.”

“Is Tessa okay? You guys talked a really long time.”

“She was afraid I would replace her, push her out. Granted I do like spending alone time with you and everything but she needs you and I’m not here to take you away from her. I think she understands that now.”

“Dean why haven’t we had sex?” you asked. He sat up and you shrugged. “We’ve dated nearly three months and you don’t even try to cop a feel. For how fast certain things are between us, that one feels a little slow. I just want to understand. I don’t...I’m not saying it’s a problem I just want to know.”

“You asked me on our first date, or you made a comment, that I don’t seem like the shy around women type.”

“Yeah?”

“I didn’t use to be. A smidge, especially if they were the one that seemed to be controlling the situation but it was always good. I had some girlfriends, had some hookups. More than my fair share of hookups. The girlfriends…”

“The bitch one?” you said, getting a chuckle out of him.

“I stopped thinking I was relationship material for a while. So I did hookups for a long time and that was good. Until about two years ago. I haven’t had sex since.”

“Did someone hurt you?”

“No. I just...I asked her to stop and she didn’t.”

“Dean she hurt you.”

“It’s not that big a deal.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Well I don’t want to talk about it anymore, okay?” he said. He put his back to you and you took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I know we sleep in the same bed and…”

“And I don’t need to have sex with you. Would I like it? Sure. But my sister and I aren’t the only ones in this house that need to be taken care of. You’ve done a really good job of that lately and I’d like to start pulling my weight in that department. When you’re ready for sex, you tell me, otherwise, I will just cuddle you real hard until then, okay?”

“Alright,” he said quietly. He reached behind himself and wrapped your arms around him. You kissed the back of his neck, Dean taking slow breaths. “I don’t really know how to let someone take care of me though.”

“We’ll take it slow,” you said. “Like maybe with you being little spoon tonight.”

“Alright. I can try, sweetheart.”

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A/N: Read Part 5 here!

[nocturnal-milk-dud]

Call Me

Next 

Pairing: Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x Reader (however, you don’t see much of them together this round)

Summary: You go to a party at Benny and Will’s house, where you have to confront your ex, Frankie.

Rating: PG

Warning/notes: it’s all angst, sorry; drinking; swearing; takes place after the events of the movie. What is canon? The song reader sings is “Call Me” by Imelda May; I’m really not sure how I feel about this fic, and you honestly might hate it, but I worked hard on it, so...plus I like the friendship I created between Reader and Benny. There will be a part two. Critiques are welcome.

Word Count: 2451

Tag list: @dodgerandevans​ @slugbuggie​ @reading-rosa​ @bi-son-writes​ @souls-rain​ @heythere-mel​ @pascaliprincess​ @vanthrefrigeration​

The coffee shop was full of people and you let your eyes pass from table to table, enjoying the hum of chatter in your ears. Outside, the fall wind tousled the trees, knocking yellow and orange leaves from their limbs. The barista called out your order and you thanked her, turning to join Benny at the counter.

“Will and I are having a party Friday, you should come,” he said. You were only half listening to him, though, as you tried not to spill the overly full cup all over yourself.

“Huh?” you said, not looking at him.

“Party, Friday, my house, just like the good old days, and you’re going,” Benny said. He took your cup from you and walked over to a table, leaving you standing there with a carafe of creamer in your hand. You glanced at it, then back up at his retreating figure.

“Benjamin…” You sighed down at the carafe before setting it back on the counter.

“I don’t know about the party, Benny,” you said, sitting down across from him.

“It’ll be great! And everybody’s gonna be there.”

“Yeah, everybody,” you said, raising your eyebrows pointedly. Benny ran a hand through his hair and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. Both of you were quiet. You hadn’t really talked to him or Will about what happened, just like neither of them had really talked about what happened when the five of them went to South America and four of them came back. For three people who had known each other since childhood, there were still bridges you couldn’t manage to cross.

“There’s gonna be plenty of people there, you don’t have to talk to him,” Benny said after a moment.

“Just out of curiosity, how am I going to avoid talking to someone who is friends with the same people I’m friends with?” you asked, leaning forward and resting your chin in your hand. Benny mirrored you and the two of you sat in silence while you watched him think.

“We can come up with a code word, or a signal,” he said finally. You let out a dry chuckle and rested against the back of your chair.

“This sounds like a lot of work at something that should involve no work whatsoever,” you said, sipping your coffee. Benny sat back in his chair, propping his ankle up on his knee and pushing up the sleeves of his sweatshirt.

“Just think about it, okay? Please? Will misses you, Pope misses you, I miss you, just...think about it. It won’t be the same without you.”

“Oh yeah? Well, if Will and Pope miss me so much why don’t they ever ask to get coffee?” Benny’s cheeks filled with air and he looked around the coffee shop like someone might answer for him.

“Well, to be fair, Pope did just get back in town.”

“Yeah, and your brother?” Benny pointed out the window suddenly.

“Look, a dog!”

“Really?” you asked. “That’s--you’re gonna try and get out of this by distracting me with a dog?”

“Seriously though, look! You’re gonna miss it.” You did and saw a Saint Bernard lumbering down the sidewalk and your mouth fell open.

“Aww, what a big boy!” You turned back to Benny. “We’re not finished.”

Your phone sat on the bed and you stood there staring down at it, at the cluster of texts from Benny still on the screen, urging you to come to the party. You’d had all week to make a decision, but here you were, pacing your room. You looked over at your cat, Checkers, perched in her spot atop your headboard.

“What do you think?” you asked. She mewed softly in response and returned her attention to whatever fascinated her outside the window.

“You’re biased,” you said, waving her off. You sighed and sat down on the edge of your bed. You wanted to go; wanted to see Will and Santiago. And if you were being honest, you wanted Frankie to see you, and you wanted to act like you had no idea who he was.

“Okay, now I just need to decide what to wear. That should only take another hour.”

People were crowding the Miller’s porch when you pulled up, laughter and cigarette smoke filling the crisp night air. You’d kept your outfit simple, dressing up high-waisted jeans and a crop top with a nice jacket and boots, remembering the moonlit treks you’d sometimes go on along the wooded paths behind the house. The Miller family had carved them out over the years, their own little hiking trail. You stopped walking, almost turning around and going back to your car when you remembered the night you and Frankie “got lost” in the woods. You told the others you’d wandered off the trail. Of course Benny and Will knew it was bullshit: you knew those paths almost as well as they did. After that you couldn’t go into the woods with the two of them without them making jokes.

Reluctantly, you made your way inside, knowing you’d find the guys in the kitchen or the backyard. You felt Benny before you saw him, his arm coming down around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

“You came!” he said, his voice full of laughter, and you looked at the beer in his hand, wondering how many he’d already had.

“It was either that or watch you blow up my phone the rest of the night,” you said, taking the beer from him. “I need this more than you.” The two of you stepped through the sliding door onto the deck and you spotted Will, Santiago, and Frankie over in the corner, huddled together, talking animatedly. They didn’t see you, so you quickly turned back to Benny, watching him grab a fresh beer from a cooler. You stepped up beside him and rested your arms on the railing, staring at the bottle in your hands.

“I’m not sure this was a good idea,” you said, and Benny rubbed your back reassuringly.

“You never told me what happened between you two,” he said after a moment, and he was right. You hadn’t. You’d had absolutely no desire to. If Fish could forget everything you were to each other, so could you, right?

“He ghosted me, right before you guys left on that disaster of a mission. Nothing, not a word. Didn’t even tell me he was back.” Benny looked confused, like you were talking about someone he didn’t know.

“Fish wouldn’t do that,” he said. It wasn’t a question, but he looked at you like it was, looked at you for reassurance.

“He did.” Your mouth felt dry and you sipped your beer, but it only made it worse.

“I guess I gotta pay up.” You turned when you heard Will and saw him walking towards you with his arms outstretched for a hug. “When Benny said you were coming I told him he was full of shit.”

“Well, he still is,” you said, smiling into Will’s embrace. Santiago was next and you took his face in your hands.

“You look old, Santi,” you said, a grin spreading across your face.

“Yeah, like a fine wine,” he said, pulling you into a hug. “It’s good to see you, bella.”

“How long are you in town for?”

“A couple of weeks. I’m getting a place ready for me and Yovanna--she’s pregnant.” A smile broke out across his face at this piece of news and you embraced him again.

“Oh my God, Pope you’re gonna be a dad! Congratulations! Can you guys believe this?” you said, pulling back to look at Will and Benny.

“Not even a little bit,” Will said, slapping Santiago on the back. Your eyes fell on Frankie then, who came up to stand next to Santiago. You nodded to him, a trace of the joy from Santi’s news still on your face. Frankie opened his mouth to speak, but Benny interrupted, so he put his bottle to his lips like that had been his plan all along.

“Hey, we need some music!” Benny said.

“We have music,” Will said, gesturing inside.

“No,” Benny said, coming over to you and putting his hand on your shoulder. “We need some music.”

“Oh, Benny, no.”

“That’s a great idea! I haven’t heard you two in forever,” Santiago chimed in.

“I mean, you guys have done it at every party, so, won’t really feel like one until you do,” Will added.

“Benjamin,” you started to protest, but it was too late. He already had that gleam in his eye and before you knew it he was running around, telling all the guests to get inside.

The two of you had bonded over music early on, Benny with his guitar and you with your voice. You were always finding songs to perform together. One night at a party very much like this one, Benny convinced you to do a duet by the fire, and it became a tradition at every party since. That was the night you had met Frankie. You’d felt his eyes on you across the fire as you sang and the stirring in your stomach gave the words you sang a new meaning.

Now, you were sitting on the window seat in the living room. Despite the cold, the windows were open and you could hear the chatter from the people on the porch. Benny had rounded up as many people as he could, and you could see Will, Frankie, and Santiago lined up against the wall at the back of the room. You only ever did two or three songs at most. Short things. People lost interest after that and it became too loud to do anything else. The first song that night was a simple little lilting tune. It didn’t ask you for much and put you at ease. You heard the voices settle outside and the room felt warm and cozy. You found yourself smiling at Benny, at the people in front of you, and you felt like things were going to be okay.

“Call Me?” Benny said after the first song was over. You looked at him, eyes wide.

“What?” you asked.

“The next song: Call Me.”

“No, I know that--not that one, Benny, please,” you said, feeling the panic start in your heart, but he was already playing. The lyrics made you want to cry and scream at the same time. They felt pathetic, they made you feel like you were begging, and they snapped your heart in two. They aren’t your words, you told yourself. This isn’t your song. You felt Frankie’s eyes on you and you closed yours.

Don’t you miss me?

Don’t you need me?

Don’t you leave me this way.

Aren’t you lonely?

Don’t you want me?

How many times must I say…

You opened your eyes and they found Frankie’s across the room. The song came to an end, your voice getting smaller with the repetition, and the moment it was over, you ducked out the front door, feeling like you couldn’t breathe.

Frankie hadn’t moved while you sang. He felt like he hadn’t breathed either. After you walked out the door he passed his hand over his face, tugging at the hair on his chin. He’d watched you fight your way through that whole song and he felt sick to his stomach. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get your eyes and the pain they held out of his head. The worst part was knowing that he was responsible for that pain. Frankie set his beer down a little too hard on a table beside the couch and Santiago looked over at him.

“You good?” he asked.

“Yeah, I just need to get some air.”

It took you forever to figure out where you wanted to go, but eventually you found yourself heading into the woods. One of your favorite spots was a wooden bridge passing over a small creek and that’s where you went now. You huddled in on yourself as the heat left your skin and the cold found its way in. Your jacket was inside, still sitting on the window seat, but you had no intention of going back in for it. You’d freeze first. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about that first night with Frankie. The two of you had drifted away from the fire and ended up on a blanket in the bed of his truck, staring up at the stars and talking quietly. He’d asked you to sing more for him, too, and he ended up falling asleep like that, listening to you, your fingers in his hair. Even then you were already imagining future nights like that.

“That’s cause you’re fuckin’ stupid,” you whispered to yourself. You heard boots on the wood of the bridge and you looked up to see Frankie walking toward you. Afraid of what your face looked like, even in the moonlight, you turned away quickly, wiping a tear from your cheek. You felt him place his jacket around your shoulders.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine.”

“It’s just, after the song in there, you, well, you didn’t look too good and you left so fast, so.” Frankie cleared his throat.

“I needed some air, that’s all,” you said. “It was just a song. Benny picked it because we both knew it, that’s all.” You stopped talking, because the more you talked about it, the more obvious it became that it was more than a song. The silence between the two of you felt so thick, so overwhelming. It was more than you could bear. You passed behind him, heading back toward the house.

“I didn’t want to leave you,” Frankie said. The words stopped you in your tracks and you felt like all the air had been sucked out of you. What the hell was that supposed to mean? He didn’t want to leave? No one made him leave, he walked away. The truth was that he couldn’t wait to get away from you, he was just too chickenshit to say it. You turned enough so Frankie could see your face.

“We’re not talking about this.”

Back at the house, you found Benny and the guys in the kitchen, and you figured they were talking about you by the way they quieted down when you neared.

“I’m gonna call it a night,” you said, expecting them to fight you on the decision. Instead, to your relief, they hugged you goodnight, Benny last.

“I’ll call you,” he said before letting you go. You turned to Frankie and shoved his jacket into his hands, brushing past him and heading for the door.

[stusbunker]

AGA: Word to the Wise

A Supernatural Fan-fiction Denny AU Series

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Benny Lafitte, past Dean/Jo

Other characters: Sam, Bobby, Cas, Mick, Ash, Jo

Word Count: 3000 (whoa)

A/N: Sam gets on Dean’s nerves and Dean ends up taking a late night detour. Big talks ahead.

Special thanks to my beta @cracksinthewalls​ who puts up with my whiny ass. Also grateful for @there-must-be-a-lock​‘s insight.

The bowling league was in lean attendance due to a surprise snowstorm, but that didn’t keep Singers’ Slingers from mopping the floor with their competition. Dean ended on a spare in the last game, putting him just over his average for the night. State bowling wasn’t until spring, but if they kept up their momentum Dean was sure they could place well. And a weekend away would be a welcome break from his usual exhaustion. 

Dean still owed Mick a rematch from last year’s trip. Mick drank him under the table and Dean didn’t want to lose two years running, he had a reputation to uphold afterall. Bartending had cut into his training time, among other things.

Ash was the first one to bow out for the night, knowing his side towing business would be busy with vehicles in ditches for however long the storm lasted. Cas bummed a ride with Mick, since his car had never done well in this weather and he was still dragging his feet on upgrading. Dean knew he had been hinting at shopping around, but Dean wasn’t going to push the topic and get dragged into helping or finagling with the salesman for the guy. Cas could figure it out on his own, and Dean was finally in a place where he felt comfortable letting him. Huh.

Sam had been quiet all night, but Dean hadn’t mentioned it, attributing the sour mood to post-break up blues. They bought Bobby his weekly drink, “team dues” as he called it and settled in along the bar. 

Dean kept the conversation going, trying to keep the mood light, but Bobby was too tired to ham it up and Sam was not amused by his brother’s antics. Once Bobby polished off his last beer and headed home to Ellen, Dean was rolling his eyes in exasperation.

“Fine, you know what, I’ll reel it in, don’t want to interrupt your sulking,” Dean muttered after another joke fell flat. Sam winced at Dean’s jab, which Dean instantly regretted. Though it did seem to shake Sam out of his funk, if minutely.

“So, tell me about Benny,” Sam brought up with elephantine grace.

Dean stared at Sam like he proclaimed he was quitting the law firm and joining the circus, coulrophobia and all. 

Sam huffed. “What?”

“Nice segue there, counselor,” Dean grumbled. “What about him? Hmm, you want a new bowling bag? Because that was already on my list for you for Christmas.”

“Dude, you don’t have to do that. I mean, that’d be great, but no, I was kind of wondering what your deal was? Like do you hang out a lot?” Sam started fishing.

“Yeah, totally, everynight,” Dean deadpanned. “I mean I only work two jobs when I’m not moving your sorry ass back into Mom and Dad’s.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Sam said, waiting to figure out where he was going with this line of questioning and just shot in the dark. 

“What I’m trying to say is, is this, like, a Cas thing?” Sam choked out, unable to put it any more delicately. 

Dean burned with shame as his hackles raised in defensiveness. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Sam cocked his head and pursed his lips, unamused and unimpressed. “You know what I mean, man. Don’t make me spell it out.”

Dean wouldn’t budge, he dropped his beer with a thud. “Well, you’re gonna have to, because I have no fuckin’ idea what you’re talking about.”

“Dude!” Sam shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“The fuck is your problem? You got something to say, just say it, Sam.” Dean fumed, daring him with a murderous glare. Sam inhaled pregnantly, face still inching towards bitch mode. Sam eyed the bartender who was trying not to listen and the late game bowlers who suddenly decided they could catch up lane side instead.

What Dean didn’t realize was that he needed Sam to say it. He yearned for it, for his truth to be spoken, and known without him having to say it himself.

“Look, I know this isn’t something we talk about. But, I just want to make sure you’re okay. Alright? In the beginning with Cas, it was like you were obsessed, man. And since he just always seemed to need something from you. I just want to make sure you’re not getting used, I guess,” Sam unraveled the heart of his concern without saying too much, which Dean was not expecting, at all.

Dumbfounded, Dean retreated, annoyance trumping any chance at relief. 

“I think I can handle myself, thanks,” Dean spat. Petulantly, he took a sip from his beer, the cold glass solid in his hand, giving him something to clutch or even throw, if it came down to it.

“I didn’t say---,” Sam broke off. “Fine! You know what? You’re on your own. Just remember that I should have listened to you about Ruby and now I’m paying the price for my own stubbornness.”

Sam stood and reached for his money clip, tossing an extra five on the bar for the dramatics. He gave Dean one last chance to come clean, to own up to what they weren’t saying. Dean stared straight ahead, eyes unfocusing on the liquor labels behind the bar as if Sam had already left. So he did, just as he came: pissed and questioning his brother’s motives.

    Dean didn’t go home after that. Instead he absently followed a plow down the main road until he happened upon a familiar turn off. Which he took slow and steady until it ended in a T. The little brick ranch at the end of the lane held a lot of memories. And it was more inviting than ever with its Christmas card perfection in the falling snow. Dean put the Impala in park and let the radio play, wishing he had a joint just for the sake of something to do. 

He wasn’t there ten minutes before his phone rang, which he answered without processing the caller ID.

“You gonna come in or you just gonna sit out there feeling sorry for yourself?” Jo’s voice sliced across the line.

“Didn’t know if you were still up,” Dean bullshitted.

“Uh-huh. Whatever you say. Backdoor’s open,” her unimpressed reply. She hung up before Dean could make up an excuse to leave. He slouched out of the car and trudged down the long country driveway. As soon as he had stomped the snow off his boots, Jo welcomed him in with a firm hug and an appraising glint in her eye.

“Thanks, it’s a real mess out there,” Dean explained.

Jo just shook her head at him. “How’d ya bowl?”

“619 series, finished strong in the last few frames,” Dean answered. “Were you at your folks?”

“Nah, just know it’s Wednesday night, which means the boys were at the alley,” Jo smirked as she reached atop her fridge for the good stuff. 

She held up the whiskey in offering and Dean nodded, bending out of his coat. He slipped it over the back of a chair and settled in at the vintage kitchen table. She poured him a glass and watched as he inhaled the first round like he had been outside for hours and needed to fight off a much deeper chill.

“Well alright,” Jo resigned herself to playing shrink and poured Dean another drink. “So, what’s got you stuck in your head, hm?”

Dean weighed his head from side to side as he let the whiskey roll over his tongue. He never got far into a pouting session when Jo was around, but he also didn’t know which chamber of his heart he could stand to prop open for her inspection tonight.

“How’ve you been, Jo? You still schooling those truckers on taking care of their own rigs?” Dean sidestepped with ease.

“You know it,” Jo confirmed. “Not a day goes by that I don’t have to put another asshole in his place. Pays good, though.”

Jo had followed in Bobby’s footsteps and became a mechanic, but two Singers were already one too many for the shop and salvage yard. So she took her skills out to the interstate and made a name for herself as the only female diesel technician in four counties. Dean used to hate it when she would fix something faster than him, but it had been more than a decade since her skills had made him feel inferior. Dean knew Jo’d be his boss someday, but he wasn’t too worried about those far off futures; Bobby wouldn’t retire unless Ellen made him or killed him first.

“How’s Rufus holding up?” Jo teased, knowing her dad’s old friend was getting worse for the wear, much like John had.

“Stubborn, and as glib as ever. Good thing your dad rehired him, because he’s a bit too mouthy for most customers,” Dean admitted.

    Jo hummed with nostalgia. “I gotta swing by and bug you guys sometime, but it just keeps getting busier.”

    Dean sighed. “I hear that. What’s it been? Labor day? No. I haven’t even seen you since the Fourth. Christ!”

“Yeah, well, you’ll see me next week for Thanksgiving, don’t get too sentimental about it now,” Jo quipped. She took a short sip off the bottle as Dean swirled the last of his second helping.

“I’m seeing someone,” Dean staggered the words, like he wasn’t sure if their meanings and sounds fit together.

Jo sighed dramatically, “Finally, the truth is revealed! What’s up? She’s not pregnant, is she?”

“No.” Dean had to bite back his guffaw. “Definitely not.”

“Okay, then why the sad face? Not pulling a Ruby on ya, I hope?” Jo tested the waters.

“No, it’s--uh--- it’s been good. Really good. I just, kind of need to make up my mind if I’m in it for the long haul. Ya know?” Dean clarified, relaxing with each little confession. 

“Uh-oh it’s getting serious,” Jo mock whispered.

Dean rolled his shoulders. “No, well, it could be. I don’t know.”

Jo giggled. “I can’t believe you! You’re fucking twitterpated, aren’t you?!”

“Jo, if you start making Thumper jokes, I’m shutting up right now,” Dean warned with a pointed finger. “Care to top me off while you’re at it?”

“Okay, okay, gosh.” Jo rolled her eyes dramatically as she poured him another drink before pointedly putting it back on the fridge. “But you’re in deep. You’re all blushy about it.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m ready to go big. It just means they’re willing to put up with me until I say the word,” Dean tried to downplay his feelings and Benny’s confession.

“So do it! Bust out the grand gestures already,” Jo encouraged.

Dean scoffed, “I’m not built for commitment, you know that!”

“Except you kinda are! You’ve changed, Dean,” Jo insisted, head hung to pour her honesty from her eyes. “I don’t know when it happened, but you’re not that reckless boy that I knew. You’ve always been a good guy, but now?---- Maybe it’s been since Sam came home, I don’t know. But somewhere along the way you grew up.---- It’s okay to let yourself want something more, you know.”

Dean grumbled and rolled his neck, breaking the eye contact. She always could do this to him, just like her mother, see straight through his every defense. “I always thought it’d be you, you know?”

Jo smiled without teeth. “Firsts can do that to people. But, we’re not those kids anymore, Dean. So, if you’re asking for my permission or seeking my approval---?”

Dean dropped his head to his hands, thick fingers poorly hiding him from Jo. “It’s a guy, Jo. I’m--- I don’t know--- Bi? I guess?”

“Dean?” Jo waited until he stopped being sheepish and looked at her, even if it was only out of the corner of one eye. “You’ve been head over heels for Cas for years. If you dare tell me this is about him, so help me, I will throw you out right now.”

Dean couldn’t help but laugh ruefully at that and toss back what was left of his whiskey. “You saw that, huh?”

She didn’t answer, waiting for him to work through it on his own.

“It’s not Cas.” Dean smacked his lips and held up his glass for a refill. Jo stood and brought the bottle back to the table. Dean poured himself three fingers worth and pondered the sloshing liquid before he continued. “Your mom know?”

Jo licked her lips, cocked her head, and sighed.

Dean closed his eyes and asked, “Bobby? Fuck!--- my mom?!”

“No one has ever said it out loud, Dean. I don’t know who knows, honestly. But we’re family, that doesn’t change.” Jo grasped his wrist firmly, he held her hand to his and then she slapped her other one on top. Time stopped long enough for Dean to accept that his secret was finally out, but also that it was safe.

“I can’t believe I’m talking about this with you, of all people.” Dean thumbed her knuckles, staring into eyes he knew as well as his own.

“Really? Who else would you be talking to about it? Sam? Ash, maybe?” Jo giggled. “I’m honored, actually. It means you stopped hating me.”

Dean pulled his hands away and took another drink. “I never hated you.” 

“Okay, well, maybe it means you stopped hating yourself,” Jo corrected.

Dean’s brows crooked incredulously.

“Too much?” Jo asked apologetically.

Dean shook his head and sighed. “You are your mother’s daughter.”

“Now you’re the one being rude,” Jo muttered before taking a solid drink off the bottle this time.

Dean let himself relax, let the whiskey and conversation work into his muscles and set his worries aside. They talked like the old days and about the old days. Those in between years after high school and before anyone was ready to face responsibility. When half their friends went to college, they had just kept on working. After another hour, Jo leaned back in her chair and started scrutinizing him once again.

“You know how I know you’re happy with what’s his name?” Jo teased.

“Beh--- I didn’t tell you, fuck! Benny, his name is Benny. Goddamnit Joanna Beth,” Dean cursed through a chuckle; more details dragged out of him than he had planned on.

Jo cocked her head and considered the name.“Benny, right. You wanna know how I know?” Jo pushed.

“Fine, how?” Dean held up his hand, beckoning for her to hit him with her response.

“Because this is about the time of night you start giving me the lazy once over. But not tonight,” Jo proclaimed, chin out condescendingly. She had him, every few years they’d find themselves back in each other’s beds, for a night or a weekend and then they’d move on. He always thought of her as his home, his starting point. But maybe they weren’t the same thing at all.

“You still look good, Jo,” Dean replied, trying to save face.

“That’s not what I meant, Dean. Besides, I know!” Jo snarked, straightening her spine and tossing her hair over her shoulder. Dean couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore and it spilled out over a toothy grin, making Jo almost choke on her drink. God, Dean felt like anything was possible. That life was good. 

After the hysterics had calmed down, Dean exhaled. “Thanks, Jo. I needed this.”

“You sure did, nobody else was gonna hand you your ass so kindly,” Jo agreed, standing and taking the bottle and Dean’s glass with her to the counter that held the sink. He whined comically, but knew her timing was right. She leaned back and smirked.

Dean grew quiet and Jo waited to see if it was exhaustion, the alcohol or something else. She didn’t have long to prepare.

“How’m I gonna tell my dad?” Dean asked, the pain and panic pulling at his face until she saw the telltale tears well up.

“Fuck ‘im. I mean it, if your dad can’t get his head out of his ass to see how happy you are, he isn’t worth your time,” Jo said adamantly.

Dean let his thoughts roll to the side of his head and licked his lips, biting against the tremor. He quickly wiped away the tears that escaped and inhaled wet and ragged. Jo slipped to his side and ran her hand through his hair, letting his face fall against her chest as he breathed through the onslaught. Dean couldn’t help but think how motherly the affection felt.

She pulled back to look him over at arms’ length. 

“So what now? You want the couch? Or should I call you a ride? I’m sure Sam owes you one,” Jo asked, as no nonsense as ever.

“I’ll be fine,” Dean dismissed her concern, rubbing up his face to wipe off his nose.

“Well, you ain't driving.” Jo held up his keys. Dean blanched, feeling his pockets for them, fruitlessly. He stood to snatch them, but she had already skipped across the kitchen, too far to catch. “Nuh-uh, no way I’m letting you risk your baby. Or your thick skull in this weather.”

 Dean put his hands on his hips, and blinked through the dizziness. He realized he hadn’t stood in a few hours. “Sam.”

“What’s that?” Jo prodded mischievously, ear leaning in as if she couldn’t hear him.

“Very funny. Call Sam, will ya?” Dean rolled his eyes as she scrolled through her contacts, murmuring the names under her breath. His keys were raised in victory, as if he couldn’t reach them above her head. He could have snagged them in an instant, if he wanted to.

 While Jo woke Sam, Dean checked his own phone. Ignoring some texts from his mom and Cas, he selected the conversation with Benny. There were no new messages since that morning. Dean hesitated before relocking his screen.

“Sam’ll be here in twenty. You want something to eat? I’ve got chips.” Jo offered, opening the cupboard.

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No More - Chapter 3

Summary: Frankie has been your best friend since you were in the 2nd grade. You were each other’s first’s, he, your first love and as you’d both gotten older you always somehow fell into bed together after one too many drinks with the boys. You don’t know how much longer you can keep this up but fate has other plans for you both and events are set in motion to decide for you.

Warnings: Angst, Vague description of Breastfeeding 

Pairings: Frankie/ Reader

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Benny stays glued to the spot, looking at you in disbelief as the words you’d uttered swirl around inside his brain. Frankie was the father of your baby? How was that even possible? His mouth moved but no words fell from his lips. You didn’t even notice, just continued to stare at the tiny infant in front of you.

‘Would you like to hold her?’ Asks a nurse as she comes to stand beside you.

You don’t know what you want at that moment. A part of you wants to hold her and a part of you feels like you don’t deserve to. You’d lied to your best friend, to Frankie about who the father of the baby was and now he was fighting for his life whilst you got to sit here, fine and well, and fawn over your new daughter.

‘I don’t know.’ You answer, feeling yourself getting a little nervous ‘What if I hurt her?’

‘You won’t.’ She replies with a smile ‘She’s small but she’s healthy. You’ll be fine to take her home when you're discharged.’

‘But she’s early!’ You exclaim, a little panicked ‘Isn’t it dangerous.’

‘She’ll be fine I promise.’ She replies, giving your shoulder a small squeeze ‘It's perfectly natural to feel nervous. She's your first and she's premature so you're naturally going to feel like she's made of glass. You don’t have to hold her now. We can bring her to you later if you’d like.’

‘That would be nice.’ You reply, smiling at her before allowing yourself to look at Benny.

You knew you had some explaining to do. You just didn’t even know where to start or how to explain the decisions you'd made that had led you to conceal the fact that Frankie was the father of your baby from them all… but most importantly from Frankie. You're taken back to your room a short while later and are greeted by Will leaning against the wall outside your door, his expression all to easy to read. The nurse coming to a stop just outside the door to allow you to speak to your friend.

‘How you feeling sweet?’ He asks as he bends down to hug you.

‘A little sore.’ You reply, giving him a weak smile.

‘You seen Fish?’ Asks Ben.

‘Yeah.’ He replies plainly, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands.

‘How is he?’ You ask, your voice shaking a little.

‘He’s in a bad way.’ He replies, letting his head fall back against the wall ‘He’s hooked up to a vent. Tubes are coming out of him left right and centre and he’s black and blue. Doc said that his vitals are a little stronger so that's a positive.’

‘Stay with her. I’m gonna go see him.’

You flinch at Ben’s refusal to use your name and Will doesn’t miss the sudden shift in the atmosphere either. His eyes flit between you and his brother, noting that Ben won’t even look at you.

‘What’s happened?’ He asks, tilting his head to one side.

‘Noth-‘

‘Fish is her kid's father.’ Spat Ben, nodding at the nurse ‘She lied to all of us.’ He finished as he shuffled passed his brother and disappeared down the corridor.

The nurse pushes you back inside your room and helps you back into your bed, Will staring at you in shock the entire time as he processes what his brother told him. When the nurse leaves, he continues to stand there for a while and an awkward silence fills the air.

‘What the fuck does he mean Fish is the father?’ He finally pipes up and you allow the tears you were holding back to fall ‘How?’

‘We’ve been sleeping together for years.’ You state, noting Will's eyes growing wider ‘We always kinda ended up in each other's beds after too much drink. For him, it's just a release but I’ve been in love with him for as long as I can remember. I tried to end it so many times but he has this power over me.’

‘Fish was still with Emily when your baby was conceived.’ He states and you nod grimly ‘He uh… He turned up at my place asking why I’d blanked him at Bens find and why I'd not been hanging out with you guys and he ended up coming on to me. I wanted to stop it but… It killed me that he’d cheated with me and that's why I went MIA for a while.’

‘Why didn’t you tell him the baby was his?’

‘You heard him! He and Emily got a fucking abortion because he doesn’t want kids!’ You growl ‘After the movie night he confronted me about it. Asked me if it was his and told me if it was he’d want me to get rid of it.’

‘Hun-‘

‘It was just easier to keep it from him.’ You sob, wiping your eyes with the back of your hands ‘I wanted her so badly but he didn’t so…’

‘I need to tell you something but it didn’t come from me.’

You look at him quizzically, waiting for him to elaborate on his statement but you can see the internal struggle that is raging inside him, this was obviously not his secret to tell.

‘Fish was gutted that Emily wanted to get rid of the baby.’ He says and your stomach sinks ‘She was the one that wanted to get rid of it not him. He went along to keep her happy but ultimately that's what drove them apart in the end.’

Suddenly it all made sense. That night when he’d come to you, how he’d admired your pregnant form and worshipped it. When you thought back to that night you remembered how he'd been so careful of your bump but his lips had also paid it particularly close attention to it.

‘Why did she want to get rid of it?’

‘She said she didn't want it. She’d told him it was for the best. That with his history he wasn’t fit to be a dad anyway. It had killed him but he loved her and he thought she was right.’ He replied, sitting down in the chair beside your bed ‘When Ben told him about how you were happy and excited about becoming a mum he realised that she’d taken that chance away from him and well… You know the rest.’

‘That’s why he said it.’

‘Said what?’

‘The night he asked me if the baby was his.’ You clarify, tear-filled eyes locking with Will's ‘He told me that no child deserved to have a dad like him… That he’d be a shit dad. He thought that because that's what she told him.’

Will simply nodded and you couldn’t help but sob. Your heart split in two as you contemplated the possibility that he’d die never knowing that he had a daughter. Your thoughts were interrupted by a nurse wheeling in a clear plastic cot, your baby wriggling inside.

‘You think you’d like to hold her now?’ She asks sweetly, scooping the infant up into her arms ‘She’s quite hungry so perhaps we can try breastfeeding her.’

You hold out your arms and watch as she carries the tiny bundle over to you, laying her gently in your embrace before working to loosen your gown. Your eyes are fixed on your daughter. She was the image of him with her sun-kissed skin, dark brown eyes and brown hair and you feel your heart expand inside of you.

‘Here.’ Says the nurse as she helps you position the baby so she can latch on to your breast and you gasp as she starts to suckle ‘Hows that?’

‘Weird.’ You giggle, looking at Will who’s in awe of the spectacle unfolding before his eyes ‘It feels so strange but in the most amazing way.’

‘She’s gorgeous.’ Says Will sweetly, grinning at the tiny creature in your arms ‘She’s so freakin’ small though.’

‘Well, she is a month early.’ Says the nurse, chuckling at his words ‘But she’ll grow quick. She’s a lucky little girl.’

The nurse then brought your daughter to you several times a day to feed and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to her with each visit. She was already a verbal little thing, something she definitely didn’t get from Frankie and you sit there for hours having one-sided conversations with her as she gazes up at you with her expressive eyes. You’d not seen Ben in two days. Will had told you he’d not left Frankie’s side, only when he was kicked out and then he went home. Will spent a lot of time with you, keeping you up to date with Frankie’s condition and hoe Ben was coping with everything.

‘He’s been taken off the vent and they’re happy with his progress.’ Says Will as he rocks your daughter in his arms ‘You got a name for her yet?’

‘I kinda want Frankie to help me choose one.’ You reply.

‘So you’re going to tell him then.’

‘After what you told me the other day I can’t, not, tell him.’ You reply ‘I don’t expect anything from him but he deserves the choice to be involved in her life.'

‘Will! Fish’s awake!’ Exclaims Ben as he practically bursts through the door.

‘He is?’ You ask, practically beaming at the news.

‘Yeah.’ Ben pants ‘Docs just checking him over but he’s awake.’

The baby starts to cry and Ben notices that it's his brother who’s holding her. His eyes flit between you and Will as he stands and bounces her in his arms in an attempt to soothe her, her cries soon turning to small sniffs as she calms down. You noticed the way Ben’s watching her and you smile at him, his eyes comically wide. You remember his face when he'd seen her on the ultrasound screen. His reaction to hearing her heartbeat. When he'd learnt that she was a girl. He'd pleaded for copies of the pictures despite not being the father and it had made you all the more excited for her to arrive. So that he could meet her.

‘You wanna hold her?’ You ask and his head whips towards you.

‘Can I?’

You nod with a smile and he eagerly takes her from his brother, grinning down at her as she gazes up at him. He studies her for a moment before looking up at you again.

‘She really does look like him doesn’t she.’

You nod, letting out a small chuckle as you watch him practically dance with her around the room, his smile growing wider when her little hand reaches for him.

‘I’m going to tell him, Ben.’ You state ‘I realise now it was wrong of me to keep this from him. I don’t want anything from him. Just want to give him the option to be part of her life.’

‘He won’t want to let her go once he sees her.’ Says Ben softly as he looks up at you once again and beams ‘She’s literally perfect.’

‘Let’s just hope she doesn’t get Frank’s nose.’ Will jokes and you all erupt into laughter.

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‘Thanks for picking up the carrier and stuff.’ You say as you hug Benny ‘Although none of the clothes I have for her are going to fit.’ You groan upon stumbling onto that realisation.

‘Got that covered.’ Replies Will, handing you a gift bag filled with babygrows for 8-month premie babies along with special nappies.

You can’t help the tears that come, practically throwing yourself and at him ‘Thank you so much.’

‘You ready?’ Asks Ben, motioning down the corridor with the carrier that contained a conked out infant.

‘Yeah.’ You reply, your nerves evident in your voice ‘I just hope he doesn’t hate me.’

You’d not seen Frankie since the accident. The boys had agreed to come with you when you told him about his daughter and despite the fact you had back up, you were still terrified of telling him. Ben carried the baby as Will walked beside you, keeping an eye on you as you were still a little wobbly on your feet. When you arrived in his room you were greeted by the warmest smile, those familiar brown eyes taking away the worry for a moment as you walk up beside him.

‘I’m so glad you and the kid are okay.’ He says, squeezing your hand as you take his in yours.

‘Yeah, we’re okay.’ You reply ‘How are you feeling?’

‘Like I’ve been in a car accident.’ He jokes, wincing a little from chuckling ‘Where’s the squirt?’

‘She’s right here.’ Says Ben as he carries her over, stopping beside you and placing the carrier on the chair at your side.

Frankie studies her, smiling as he watches her wriggle and yawn before opening her eyes and staring at him. He sucks in a gasp as he locks her gaze, a single tear escaping from the corner of his eye as they just watch each other. You watch them for what feels like an eternity. The way she looks at him, it's like she knows that she's a part of him and you can't help but smile at that thought.

‘She’s…’ He pauses, finally braking her gaze to look at you ‘She’s mine isn't she?’

You simply nod, your heart racing in your chest as you wait for the inevitable onslaught of angry words that he was about to throw at you but they never come. Instead, you watch him sob as he returns his gaze to his daughter, smiling at her through his tears as he opens his mouth to speak again.

‘Can I-‘ He hiccups as he tries to calm himself ‘Can I hold her?’ The look in his eyes is one you'd never expected.

It's a mixture of confusion, shock and what you swear is pure, unadulterated love and you feel all the worry and terror you'd felt about telling him disappear like a puff of smoke on a windy day.

‘Yes! Yes of course you can Frankie.’ You say as you turn towards her and unbuckle her from her carrier, hushing her as she whines a little from being moved so suddenly.

She immediately settles the moment she’s in his arms letting out a big, gummy, yawn before falling asleep. He doesn’t speak for a while he just watches her sleep, chuckling when she twitches or squeaks and he wonders what she’s dreaming about. Wonders if she knows he’s her father.

‘She’s perfect.’ He says finally, still looking at her ‘What’s her name?’

‘I wanted to name her together.’ You state and he looks up at you in shock ‘If you want to that is.’

‘Yeah!! I uh... I’d like that.’

‘We’re going to give you two a little privacy.’ States Will as he smiles at you both ‘We’ll see if we can find some decent coffee.’

You watch the brothers leave before returning your attention to Frankie who’s gently rocking his baby girl in his arms, humming a tune you recognise from when you were kids. A tune that his mum had hummed to you on the day you'd found out your parents had died and you cried yourself raw in her arms, rocking you gently until you'd finally succumbed to exhaustion.

‘Frankie I’m sorry I lied. I-‘

‘It doesn’t matter now.’ He interrupts, beaming down at the tiny bundle in his arms ‘All that matters is that she’s perfect and she’s ours.’

‘I don’t expect anything from you.’ You state and that elicits a confused look from him ‘You can be as involved as you want. I don’t expect money or-.’

‘You don’t want to raise her together?’ He gives you a bemused look.

‘Well of course I do but she’s going to need to stay with me mainly for a while. Then we can look at her staying with you. Take it in turns to have her weekends or whatever.‘

‘I mean us being together. Raising her as a family.’ He clarifies and your a little shocked by his proposition.

Of course, you want nothing more than to raise her with him. To wake up to him every morning. To take it in turns doing night feedings and to watch her grow, but you know he doesn't love you and so you know it can never be. That it'll never work and so you have to push the idea from your mind. You need to be realistic.

‘Frankie… I get what you’re trying to do but I don’t want you to be with me just because we have a baby together.’ You state ‘We can’t play pretend. We’ll make each other miserable and that’s not fair on her.’

He wants to tell you that it wouldn’t be pretend. That he loves you and always has but he knows he's a little late now. That you’ll only believe actions now. His words will mean nothing. He's decided not to commit. Decided to walk out on the one thing he had that kept him grounded and so he knew that he had work to do. He had to prove his love. Instead of pushing it, he returns his attention to the thing he’d never realised he’d wanted. Or needed.

‘What about Emma?’ He pipes up, changing the subject completely.

‘Hmm?’

‘The name Emma... For her.’ He clarifies as he motions to the sleeping baby in his arms.

‘Emma.’ You test it on your tongue ‘I like it.’ You reply as you stand beside him and gaze down at the tiny thing you’d both created ‘She looks like an Emma.’

‘Yeah.’ He pauses as he looks up at you, something in his eyes making you weak at the knees ‘, Yeah she does.’

~

Chapter 4

[oboevallis]

Amelia is pregnant again and she and link decide not to tell anyone yet but they go to have lunch with Links parents and then they notice something and Maureen tells Link she knows because of the symptoms Amelia has

the mariners game

thank you so much for the prompt i really appreciate it!!! i hope it’s alright i incorporated this prompt into my unexpected series, i hope everyone’s doing well and staying safe

“Mom! Your not ready?” Scout exclaimed as his mother tiredly came down the stairs.

“Huh? For what?” Amelia asked rubbing her eye.

“We’re going to the Mariners game with Grandma and Grandpa!” Scout reminded his mother.

“If your too tired I’ll just take the kids, we’re meeting my parents there anyway so you don’t have to worry.” Link told her as he washed the dishes from breakfast. He knew she hadn’t slept well the night before, this pregnancy her morning sickness had been active at night.

“No, I want to go. Just give me a minute to get ready.” Amelia told him sleepily as she made her way back up the stairs. Once Link had finished the dishes he went upstairs to find his wife.

“Are you sure you want to go?” He asked leaning on the doorway to their bathroom.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Scouts been so excited for this, it’s all he’s been able to talk about. I don’t even feel sick right now, just sleepy. I’ll probably sleep in the car anyway, there’s always terrible traffic on game days.”

“Hmm, your favorite part.” Link smirked, Amelia didn’t necessarily have road rage but she was very impatient when it came to traffic. He went behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

“Have your told your parents about the baby yet?” Amelia asked as she brushed through her hair.

“No I haven’t. Should I of already done it?”

“No, I mean it’s still early. We haven’t told anyone, and we shouldn’t of even told the kids.”

“Well you had to make it clear we couldn’t have a dog.” Link smirked once seeing his wife roll her eyes

“No one in this house will let me live that down will they? The dog had an owner!”

“I know I’m just messing with you. You really can’t take a joke can you?”

“I can take a joke.” Amelia defensively stated.

“Not while your pregnant you can’t.” He immediately regretted him statement once he saw the look his wife gave him.

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Link looked over to see his wife fast asleep next to him. He knew she couldn’t of been comfortable sleeping in the car, and he felt guilty for not making her stay home.

“Dad? Do you think the Mariners are gonna win today?” Scout asked anxiously, the team hadn’t been doing great this season.

“I hope so, it’s gonna be a tight one. Especially with our star player out.” He had heard all about the players injury from Nico as he wanted his expertise, but they were optimistic he’d be back in play soon.

“I still don’t get the object of the game.” Addison admitted as she heard her father and brother talk about baseball.

“I think the word your looking for is objective. And your vocabulary has been so good, I’m really proud of you.”

“Benny uses a lot of big words. His dad is a English professor so he uses a lot of big words, so Benny has been teaching me.”

“That’s nice of him.” Link smiled, he was so happy his daughter had made a friend.

“Dad.” Addison whispered leaning closer to her fathers seat. “When we go to the baseball game can we get nachos?”

“Sure.” The girls father whispered back. “Why are we whispering?”

“Because mommy’s sleeping.”

“Why’s mom sleeping?” Scout interjected leaning forward to see if his mother was actually sleeping.

“Because she’s sleepy, she didn’t sleep much last night.” Link answered his son.

“She’ll be awake for the game right? It’s very important she watches the game with us, she’s gonna love baseball once she sees it in person.”

“I’ve been trying to get her to love baseballs for years, I just don’t think it’s gonna happen bud.” Link chuckled. “But she loves watching us enjoy baseball, her absolute favorite thing is seeing you kids happy.”

“Well I’m sure I can convince her, I’m her favorite.” Scout smiled.

“No your not.” Addison quickly said, offended with her brother. “I’m moms favorite.”

“Your mother doesn’t have favorites.” Link firmly stated before the conversation escalated.

“Dad, everyone has favorites.” Scout blatantly stated. “Moms my favorite, what about you Addie?”

“My favorite is mom too.”

“So mom is both of your favorites, not me?” Link faked jealousy, both of the kids were attached to their mother and he couldn’t blame them.

“Mommy is my favorite because she gives the best cuddles.” Addison admitted, looking to her brother for his answer.

“No she doesn’t. Dad gives the best hugs.” Scout defended his father.

“Scout’s right your dad does give the best hugs.” Amelia confessed she had woken up a couple of minutes ago, but she was entertained by the conversation so she kept quiet.

“Who’s your favorite mom?” Addison asked.

“I don’t have favorites.”

“What about you dad?” Addison asked realizing she wasn’t going to get anywhere with her mother

“Hmm.” Link seemed to contemplate this for a moment. “I’ve gotta say your mom.”

“You are ridiculous Atticus Lincoln.” Link looked over to see his girlfriend grinning at him

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“We’re gonna lose this game aren’t we?” Scout asked his father and grandfather.

“I think they can pull it together.” Eric confessed on the edge of the seat. The Mariners were pitching at the moment.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” Amelia whispered to her husband before standing up.

“Where are you going mommy?” Addie asked realizing her mother was leaving.

“To the bathroom, do you need to go?”

“Nope.” Addison said turning her attention back to the game and leaned against her grandmother. “Are you bored?”

“Just a bit. I’ve been watching this game for years, your grandfather and father are big fans. So I’ve gotten used to it. It was more exciting when I got to see your dad play.”

“My dad played baseball?” Addie asked her father had never mentioned this to her, she had to remember to ask him about it.

“For a little bit when he was in high school, but I made him quit because it was too dangerous.” As this was true the real reason he had to quit was because his cancer had come back, and he was undergoing treatments. But she didn’t want to go into that with her granddaughter.

“That’s what mommy says, she doesn’t want Scout playing it and getting hurt.”

“How are you liking soccer?” The girls grandmother asked, she recalled her son telling about them enrolling her into soccer to help her socialize.

“Oh, I didn’t like it so my mom let me quit.”

“Well, do you have another activity that your interested in?”

“Nope.” Addie shook her head no. “There’s this book club at the library my friend showed me though.”

“That should be fun.” Maureen smiled happy to hear she was socializing, she knew how worried her son had been over it.

“They still haven’t scored?” Amelia asked as she came back sitting between her two children.

“Nope.” Scout popped the ‘p’. “They’re gonna lose.”

“Give them a chance they’ve got this.” Link optimistically smiled.

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“Can you believe they won?!” Scout exclaimed excitedly as the group walked into the burger place.

“I told ya.” Link smiled picking his son up.

“It was quite impressive.” Eric agreed as they sat down at the table. “I think the Mariners have a good chance at making the playoffs at least.”

“I hope so.” Scout toothily grinned. After everyone got their food and started eating, Maureen spoke up realizing the neurosurgeon wasn’t quite eating.

“You feeling okay Amelia?”

“Yeah I’m okay.” She forcefully smiled pushing the fries around her plate.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” Link put his hand on his wife’s thigh in attempt to comfort her, knowing she was probably feeling nauseous at this time of the night.

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“You guys have made the best kids.” Maureen smiled as she stepped onto the porch where her son and daughter in law were.

“Thank you.” Amelia smiled as the woman sat next to her.

“It’s good that Addie is socializing. She’s told me she’s made a friend.”

“Yeah she has.” Link proudly smiled, he knew how much his daughter had struggled with making friends and was relieved she was starting to get more comfortable making friends. “She seems happier, she doesn’t get as overwhelmed when she’s put into a situation, but we’re still working on it.”

“Dad?” The three turned around to see Addison at the back door.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Can you tuck me in? I had a bad dream.”

“Of course.” He smiled picking his daughter up causing her to happily shriek.

“He’s the best dad.” Amelia said as she watched the pair walk back into the house.

“I’m so proud of him.” Maureen agreed, she was so happy she got to see her son be a father. She thought she’d never even see him grown up. The two sat in comfortable silence, listening to the noises around them until the older woman spoke up again. “When we’re you gonna tell me your pregnant again?”

“What?” Amelia asked her voice going an octave higher, but when realizing the woman believe her she confessed. “Yeah I am. It’s still early though.”

“Congratulations.” The woman smiled brightly excited to have another grandchild.

“Thanks.” Amelia basked in the slight breeze, she loved sitting outside to think. “How’d you know?”

“Your kidding right?” The woman laughed. “You were up nearly every twenty minutes at the baseball game to go to the bathroom, and at dinner I nearly thought you were going to throw up.”

“Yeah who was I kidding.” The neurosurgeon laughed along with her.

“Do the kids know?”

“Scouts over the moon excited, and Addie was upset at first but Scout’s helping her realize this is a good thing. He’s the best big brother.”

“He really is. Growing up my big brother meant everything to me.” Maureen confessed. “I think it’s one of the most important jobs.”

“It really is.” Amelia nodded think about her own brother who meant the world to her even if he wasn’t there anymore.

[shakespeareanwannabe]

Strange Comforts

Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x OC

Summary: A sequel to ‘Protective Instincts’ and a prequel to ‘Best Laid Plans’ (I wish I could link them here but I’m still figuring that stuff out). With T-minus 10 weeks to go before the baby arrives, Pope discovers that it’s the little things in life that bring the most comfort. *This one’s not based off clarke’s wonderful headcanons, but it’s set in the same universe so that’s where the credit goes!*

Warnings: Pregnancy fic, swearing, references to smut, references PTSD, references to therapy

A/N: Hi everyone! This is part three of who-knows-how-many of my Dad!Pope series. I’m still looking for a series title, and I’m trying to figure out how to create a masterlist for this so I can put them in order for y’all. I hope you enjoy! I loved reading your comments for the last two! Please let me know if you want to be tagged in future installments!

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“…and, unless someone else wants to share, I think we’ll wrap up for today,” the kind-eyed therapist addressed the group of veterans, shooting a small glance towards Pope out of the corner of his eye.

True to his word, Santiago had been attending group therapy sessions for the last six months, his first session taking place exactly a week after Bex had told him the good news. Will had highly recommended this therapist, having gone to see him himself when his fiancée had left him, and hoped he could shed some light on Pope’s issues so that he wouldn’t walk out on his pregnant girlfriend next time things got hard.

And Pope had been attending the sessions. Listening to what other veterans said, the issues they were going through, it helped. Sure, both Frankie and Will had been fairly vocal about the problems they ran into while trying to adjust to civilian life, and Pope knew that Tom had had massive difficulties when they forced him to retire, and Benny’s issues were plain to see even if he didn’t talk about them, but those were his friends, his brothers, his family. They had all seen the same shit, so, clearly, they would have similar issues. But hearing random strangers, Marines, and Rangers, Navy and Military and Air Force men and women speak about seeing IEDs everywhere, and drinking to forget, and panicking at the sight of blood was…strangely comforting. The only problem was that Pope could never bring himself to speak.

He wanted to. God knew he wanted to. He needed to be okay. For Bex and the baby, for Frankie and Charlie and Mateo, for Benny and Will, for Molly and the girls, and, most importantly, for himself. So he could stop feeling like a major fuck up in every aspect of his life, so he could feel deserving of the life he had inexplicably been blessed with. But whenever he would try to open his mouth, he froze. How could he possibly talk about the shit he had done in the name of freedom? Was there a way to talk about his instincts shutting his emotions down without coming across as a cold-hearted bastard? Why did his tongue stop working whenever he tried to talk about how deathly afraid he was of screwing up this baby’s life, Bex’s life, their life together as a family? How deathly afraid he was that he had already screwed up Frankie’s, Will’s, and Benny’s lives? How he had nightmares of when Tom had died?

Santiago used to think he was a brave man, but now he felt like a coward. He could face down armed sicarios and terrorists without batting an eye, but he couldn’t talk about his emotions to save his family. It was complete and utter bullshit in his mind.

“Alright everyone, I’ll see you next week,” the therapist dismissed the group and Pope shot to his feet, beelining towards the coffee station.

Everyone else stood around talking, chatting about their daily lives or the weather or whatever, but Pope focused on mixing his coffee. He used to take it black, but then Bex started teasing him that only psychopaths took their coffee black, so he started mixing milk and sugar in instead. He liked it, but he needed it to be perfect.

“You actually drink this swill?” the therapist came up behind him and chuckled.

Pope cracked a smile. “I’ve had worse.”

“Haven’t we all,” he murmured. “Question Mark.”

Santiago shook his hand. “Pope.”

“You’re Ironhead’s friend, right?” Pope nodded. “Damn…he’s told me some of the crap you guys have been through. Sounds like holy hell.”

“Something like that, yeah.”

“Shit, man. No wonder you don’t talk during these meetings.”

Pope felt himself flush. “I mean…you know…”

“Hey, it’s fine. This is a no pressure situation. You just had me curious is all. Either you get people who don’t stop talking, or people who never talk in these sessions. But you…you always look like you want to talk but think better of it.”

Pope shrugged. “It’s like you said. Holy hell. Got used to not talking about the bad stuff.”

“So, what changed?”

Pope smiled softly, his eyes taking on a far-off look. “My girl’s pregnant.”

“Congratulations, man,” Question Mark slapped him on the shoulder.

“Thanks…” Pope shook his head slowly, sadly. “I almost screwed it up. Hell, I’m half convinced that I did, and this is all a dream. But when she told me…”

Question Mark was already nodding. “All of your training went haywire? Started imagining the worst?”

Pope cocked his eyebrow grimly. “Basically.”

The therapist nodded understandingly. “I get that. Same thing happened to me when my wife got pregnant with our third. Despite the other two being great kids, something about my last tour made me think that I’d screw the pooch with the new one. Checked myself into a hotel for a few days and drank myself silly until my brother-in-law showed up and told me that my kids were asking about me. That sobered me up pretty quick.”

Pope grinned grimly. “It was my buddy Catfish for me. Called me and reamed me out, and if Ironhead has told you anything about Fish, you know that he’s not the type at all. But it shook me enough to get my ass back to my house and beg for her forgiveness.”

“But you still sometimes think it’s all a dream?”

“I always thought guys like me don’t get the happy ending.” Pope sipped his coffee and shrugged. “But I’ll take it and run with it. She’s the best thing in my life. I’m not gonna let her down again.”

Question Mark smiled and dug into his pocket, pulling out first his wallet, then his card from his wallet. “Listen, Pope. I know how it can feel trying to talk to a room full of strangers. It sucks sometimes. If you ever want to chat, just one on one, give me a call. I’d be happy to help.”

Pope sucked in a deep breath and took the card. “Yeah, man. That would be great. Thank you.”

“No worries, man. Just, do me a favour?” Pope nodded. “Remember that you deserve this, okay?”

With a final clap on the shoulder, Question Mark moved away and began chatting with another member of the group.

Pope guzzled down the rest of his coffee and threw out the cup, heading home after a successful session.

***

Bex giggled to herself at the soft sounds of cursing and arguing emanating from the spare bedroom as she stirred the pitcher of lemonade.

Frankie, Benny and Will had come over to help Pope put together the furniture for the nursery and, based on the echoes she was hearing, it was not going particularly well. She had abandoned her rocking chair in favour of making the team refreshments after Benny had let loose a string of impressive swear words in two different languages. At approximately 30 weeks pregnant, laughing as hard as she did while listening to Ben swear himself blue in the face just made her have to pee, so she dismissed herself knowing that if she didn’t she would have to endure a lifetime of teasing.

“Just a sec!” she called out as the doorbell rang.

Slow and steady footsteps descended the stairs as a call of “I got it, babe!” echoed down the hall. Rebecca came around the corner with her tray of lemonade and potato chips as Pope handed over a few crisp twenty-dollar bills to the pizza delivery guy.

“Thanks man, you have a good day,” he smiled as he closed the door.

“Mmm, what’d you get?” she inhaled deeply. She’d gotten pretty lucky with the cravings so far, but she would not deny that pizza sounded pretty damn good.

“Got us a meat lovers, got you a pepperoni and pineapple since I know you’ve been on a sweet and salty kick lately.” Pope opened the smaller box to reveal the steaming, cheesy pizza and Bex felt her mouth begin to water.

“Have I told you today how much I love you?” she asked, placing her tray of snacks on top of the pizza boxes Pope was holding out to her.

He smirked at her, his eyes drifting up and down her body slowly. “You told me several times this morning, but I’ll never stop you from saying it again.”

Rebecca felt herself flush at the memory. Those second trimester hormones had hit her hard and seemed to be lasting a good long while, and Pope was certainly not complaining. His girl was stunning. She was always stunning to him, but that primal part of his brain told him that she was even more stunning when she had a belly full of his baby. Her bump was prominent, her tits were bigger and more sensitive, her skin was glowing, and that alpha male voice inside his brain crowed every time he woke up to her beautiful face and growing belly that it was all because of him. He had knocked her up and, thank God, she had decided that she loved him enough to want to raise a family with him. She was achy and uncomfortable, but she loved him and wanted his kid, and that meant more to him than he could ever say. Luckily, with the influx of hormones the past few months, he had been able to show her instead.

He watched as she slowly climbed the stairs, taking care to stay a few steps behind her just in case.

“How’s it going up here anyway?”

Pope groaned. “I don’t get it, baby. I can field strip any gun you put in my hands blindfolded. All of us can. How the fuck is this stuff beating us?”

Bex giggled softly as she entered the nursery and absorbed the scene in front of her. What she wouldn’t give for her phone right now so she could take a picture. Benny sat in the middle of the floor, looking like he was about to cry; crib pieces scattered around him. Will was leaning against the wall with a tired hand over his eyes, a half-assembled dresser beside him. Frankie was sitting in her abandoned rocking chair, cap pulled low over his eyes. He looked like he could be asleep, if only his leg wasn’t bouncing up and down anxiously.

“Soups on, fellas,” Pope announced, prompting the team to abandon their projects for paper plates piled high with pizza slices and tall glasses of lemonade.

Bex smiled fondly at her family as Pope, Benny and Will sat against the far wall underneath the bay window, the three men examining the assembly directions for the crib like they were preparing for a siege.

Frankie held out his hand to offer her the rocking chair but she shook her head. “If I sit in that thing any longer, I feel like I’m gonna turn into a grandmother instead of a mom.”

Frankie cracked a small smile. “Fair enough…” he scanned the room quickly before meeting her eyes again. “Do you want me to go grab a chair from the kitchen?”

Again, she shook her head. “The floor is good, Frankie.”

“You sure? I can—”

“As long as you promise to help me up when I inevitably need to pee, I’m positive,” she chuckled.

“You got it, kid,” Frankie held her hands to help her gently lower herself onto the hardwood floor before throwing himself down beside her. “How ya feeling?”

Bex shrugged as she bit into her deliciously sweet and salty slice of pizza. “You know, I’m actually alright. I know I’ve gotten pretty lucky, but I thought this whole pregnancy thing would be a lot tougher.”

Frankie nodded kindly as he chewed on his own slice. “I remember how Charlie was when she was pregnant with Mateo,” he reminisced. “Couldn’t sleep more than ten minutes at a time, constantly had to pee, had to wear these ugly compression socks. She handled it like a champ for the first 30 or so weeks, but by the time he was finally ready to make his entrance, we were both ready for her not to be pregnant anymore.”

“Yeah, she mentioned that,” she murmured. When Frankie had raced over to calm her down after Pope had left, one of the first things he said was that he and Charlie would be there for them, no matter what. And they had been. Charlie in particular had been Bex’s lifeline. She had been so kind and understanding, helping Bex get set up with an OB/GYN, lending her pregnancy and parenting books, and just letting her bitch and cry whenever she needed a female shoulder to cry on. “She said she got to a point where she would’ve given anything to just get Mateo out.”

Frankie nodded. “Oh yeah,” he sighed. “The week before he was born, she was not sleeping. Her emotions were all over the place, she wasn’t hungry, she couldn’t sit still, and she would get angry at me for the littlest things. It got to the point where I didn’t recognize her anymore, you know? Like, where did the woman I love go?”

Bex reached over and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly. “That must’ve been tough.”

Frankie shrugged. “Like I said, she handled it like a champ. And I sure as shit wasn’t about to complain when she was in labor for the better part of three days.”

Bex whistled lowly. “Three days…Jesus…”

“I’m sure it won’t be that way for you,” he backtracked quickly, playing with the back of his cap as he ducked his head. “I dunno the statistics or anything but…”

“Hey, hey, Frankie, chill. It’s okay.” She pulled his hand away from his hat and ran her hand up and down his arm. “You feeling okay, Frankie? You seem…on edge.”

Frankie looked across the room at his brothers, deeply entrenched in the assembly directions, before sighing. “She’s pregnant again,” he whispered.

A bright smile crossed her face. “What? Oh my god, congratulations!” She reached out and wrapped her arms as best she could around his shoulders.

“Thanks…” he sighed.

“Do you…did you not want another baby?” she asked, confused at his dismal attitude. Frankie had been the one to talk Pope off the cliff, telling him how great fatherhood could be. And it was clear through his interactions with Mateo that he was an amazing father. He was one of those dads who flourished under the responsibilities of parenthood, who saw taking care of their child as a joy and a privilege, not as a job or as babysitting. If there was one thing Rebecca knew for sure, it was that Francisco Morales was a family man through and through, so she was a little surprised at the dread in her friend’s eyes. She had expected Frankie to be more…enthusiastic about having a second baby.

“Of course, I do, Bex, I just…” Frankie groaned, doffing his cap for a moment to run a stressed hand through his hair before redonning it. “I’m making jack shit right now at work, and Mateo is almost three, and the pregnancy was so rough on Charlie last time…I just…I can’t let my family down.”

Charlie shuffled herself closer and wrapped her arm around Frankie, leaning her cheek on his shoulder. “You won’t…” she murmured softly. “Yeah, this kid was unexpected but you and I both know your wife. She wouldn’t be having a second kid if she didn’t want one. Plus, you both know what to expect now. Hopefully she’ll have an easier time this go around, but you also know the signs and what kinds of questions to ask. And yeah, Mateo is young, but that’s okay. You guys can start teaching him responsibility early and, if they both end up being too much, call Benny to take Mateo.” Frankie cocked his eyebrow and Bex laughed. “Well, I was gonna say call Santi, but we’re gonna be a little busy ourselves. Benny’s energy can match a three-year-old easily though.” Frankie chuckled and wrapped his arm around his best friend’s girl. “As for money,” Bex shrugged. “I know Santi could use some help managing the security firm. He wanted you to partner with him anyway, and he’s still holding out hope that you’ll join him, so why not?”

Frankie nodded slowly. “I could help him out a couple of days a week and still teach flying lessons. Yeah, that could work. I’ll talk with him and see what he says.”

Bex chuckled as she shifted uncomfortably. “It’s not gonna be much of a conversation, Frankie, trust me. He’s been hoping you’ll take him up on his offer. Don’t tell him I told you, but he’s missed working with you.”

Frankie smiled softly as he watched Pope grab Benny in a headlock while Will shook his head slowly. “Yeah, I missed him too.”

Bex shifted again and Frankie stood, gently helping her stand, recognizing the signs immediately. The two watched the MMA fighter and the security firm director wrestle on the floor for a minute before Will was able to separate them.

Bex turned to Frankie and smiled. “If you really missed him, can you do me a favour?”

“Anything for you, kid,” he smiled back at her.

“Stop fucking around and help them build the damn furniture please. I know you put together all of Mateo’s furniture on your own, so please, put them out of their misery.”

Frankie’s loud bark of laughter startled everyone. He wrapped his arm around Bex and gave her a quick squeeze. “Sure thing, kid. Hey, idiotas! Let’s get moving. We want this stuff ready before the baby’s first birthday, okay?”

***

Pope sighed contentedly as the golden rays of the setting sun illuminated the dust particles dancing in the air. These moments were quickly turning into his favourite nightly ritual.

The radio droned lowly as he sat in bed, dressed in a pair of shorts, with Bex sitting reclined against his chest. He had just finished applying coco butter to her skin, and now his hands were resting gently on her belly, waiting for their kid to make their presence known.

Bex took a deep breath, allowing the air to escape through her lips as she cuddled further down into bed, resting her head just above her boyfriend’s heart. She loved these moments too, when it was just the two of them. No museum breathing down her neck, no art classes to teach, no security emergencies calling him away from her. Just the two of them, bonding with the baby that was nestled safely within her.

Sometimes, Santiago would talk to the baby when they sat like this. He’d tell stories about his childhood, about their relationship, about the kid’s future aunts and uncles. Sometimes, he would play classical music on his phone and direct the speaker towards her belly. Sometimes, he would talk to her, sharing his thoughts and fears, tell her about the things that he wanted to do with their kid when they were old enough. Most of the time, he would just hold her in silence and wait for the kid to kick or roll inside of her so he could feel it.

“The nursery looks really nice, babe,” she mumbled drowsily, wincing slightly as her skin bulged out against Pope’s palm, the outline of a tiny foot appearing for a brief second.

“That’s all you, sweetheart,” he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple as he soothed his hands up and down her swollen stomach. “The Hundred Acre Woods theme is stunning.”

Originally, Rebecca had wanted a jungle theme for the nursery, but Pope had borderline begged her to do something else, literally anything else, that wouldn’t remind him of crouching in the Colombian jungles next to Tom the day before everything went to shit. So, he hadn’t complained when she announced that she was going to Disney-fy the kid’s room with a mural of the Hundred Acre Woods and all of Christopher Robin’s friends.

“I made it pretty, you made it functional,” she yawned, shifting slightly to lie on her side, her left arm wrapping around his side as she nuzzled into his chest.

Pope snorted. “Yeah, once you convinced Frankie to stop being a prick.”

Under Frankie’s direction, all of the furniture was put together in less than an hour. The solid oak crib, dresser/changing table, shelving unit and rocking chair pulled the room together nicely, and the white bassinet sat in the corner of their bedroom, waiting to be put to use.

Rebecca smiled sleepily. “Not my fault you three didn’t notice that the one dad in the group was sitting around twiddling his thumbs.”

Pope grinned down at her. “We make a pretty good team, huh baby?”

She lifted her droopy eyes to him for a moment and smiled brightly at him. “Forever and always, my love.” She ran a gentle hand over her belly and sighed happily. “You’re stuck with me now.”

It suddenly struck Santiago how badly he wanted that to be true. What wouldn’t he give to wake up next to this beautiful woman every day? To be allowed to love her and spend as much time in her presence as possible? To raise their child together and be a family? To grow old with her by his side?

He ghosted his hand down her side and gently picked up her left hand, running his thumb over the knuckle of her ring finger as she drifted off to sleep.

“Not yet I’m not, mi amor,” he whispered. “But I want to be. If you’ll have me.”

He gently shifted them down the mattress, curling up behind her and resting his hands lovingly on her belly as he settled in to sleep, taking comfort in the knowledge that everyone he loved was safe in his arms that night.

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Pairing - Dean x Y/N Singer, Sam, Bobby Singer, Craig (oc). Word count - 1.7k Warnings - Fluff, Dean being adorable, pregnancy.  Written for -  @spnfluffbingo2019 Squares filled - Buying a House Together.

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It had been a year of house hunting with no luck nowhere felt like it could be a future home, somewhere you’d want to raise your future children. If you liked a place Dean hated it and if Dean liked it you hated it. After a year of this, you were exhausted and disheartened.

Closing your laptop you gave up on your most recent house search in a nearby town, pushing your laptop across the kitchen table your arms resting on the table leaning forward your forehead resting on your forearms.

“What’s wrong?” Your dad asked looking up from the book open in front of him on his desk.

“Nothing.” You sighed.

“You house huntin’ again?” He asked getting up from his seat he walked across the room, his hand resting on your shoulder. “I’ve told you that you and Dean are welcome to stay here for as long as you need to.”

Sitting up your hand rested over your Dad’s. “I know and we’re so grateful you’re happy having us here, it’s just -”

“You want your own space, I get it, you’ll find somewhere when the time is right.”

“Hopefully.”

“When’s Dean gonna be home?”

“He said five, I’ll start to make dinner in a minute.”

Leaning down, he kissed the top of your head as his hand dropped from your shoulder. “It will all work out, trust me, kid.”

You were lucky to have the family you did even if it was small, it was filled with so much love. All you could remember was a life with your Father the memories of your Mother were very very faded if it wasn’t for photos you would have no idea what she looked like. She died when you were four, Bobby raised you single-handedly while dealing with the loss of his wife. He was an amazing father, he was so loving, caring, supportive and very protective.

Dean had been in your life for years he started at your Dad’s apprentice at the garage nearly a decade ago. Over the years the two of you grew closer spending more and more time together having lunch together a few times a week often driving out somewhere quiet where you could just be yourselves and talk. As time went on you felt yourself getting even closer to Dean, it was only inevitable that you would end up together.

The front door opened as Dean walked in. “Hey baby, have you eaten?” He asked as he shut the door behind him.

“You’re home early, not yet, we were waiting for you why?”

“I know, Benny said he’d lock up, can you go without dinner for another half an hour?” He asked with a smile on his face.

“Yes, why? You not hungry?” You asked wondering if he had already eaten.

“I’m starving but I want to show you something first.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see, grab your shoes.”

Standing up you slipped on your sneakers walking towards Dean you took his outstretched hand letting him lead you out of your Dad’s house and towards Baby. Opening the door for you Dean let go of your hand so he could walk around the car, getting in next to you he grinned at you. “Ready?” He asked roaring the Impala to life.

“Sure, I guess it is a secret where we’re going?” You asked as Dean pulled out of the salvage yard.

“No, but you’ll soon see.” He winked at you.

“I’m excited.”

“Should be, I think you’re gonna like it.”

“We’ll see Winchester.” Reaching out your fingers interlinked with his giving his hand a small squeeze as you got settled next to him, enjoying the ride.

Dean pulled the Impala up behind another car in a residential street, quickly killing the engine. “We’re here.”

“And where exactly is here?” You asked as you looked up and down the quiet street.

“Possibly our future home.” Bringing your hand to his lips he kissed your knuckles, letting go of your hand he winked at you as he got out of the car.

“Wait, what?” Scrambling out of the car you shut the car door behind you.

“Mr and Mrs Winchester?” A man got out of the car in front of Baby and walked towards the two of you.

Dean’s arm wrapped around your waist. “Miss Singer.” Dean corrected.

“Apologies Miss Singer, I’m Craig I understand you called the office earlier asking if you could view this property this evening?” He asked Dean.

“I did.” Dean nodded.

“I have the keys are you two ready for a tour?” Craig asked as he held up the keys.

“Baby?” Dean asked giving your waist a small squeeze.

“Yeah, so ready.” You had no idea what was going on but Dean obviously knew what he was doing.

The house was perfect, beyond perfect. After 2 walkthroughs you were in love with the place.

Craig left you and Dean alone to look around.

“Do you like it?” Dean asked as you walked into the master bedroom for the third time.

“Baby, I love it.” You grinned at him.

“You do?”

“Yes, oh my God it’s perfect how did you find it?”

“I had a look online earlier on my lunch break and found it and thought it was worth a look, what do you think?”

“I think this is our home.”

“You’re sure? You’re not just saying that because you’re tired of searching.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure of anything ever.”

Craig knocked on the open door behind the two of you. “How are we doing in here?” He asked with a smile.

“Good.” Dean answered with a nod.

“Would you two like a little longer to look around?”

“I think we’re good.”

--

Watching your Dad and Sam carry boxes into the house taking them towards the bedrooms upstairs.

“Happy?” Dean asked as you started unboxing one of the boxes on the kitchen counter.

“Very, I didn’t think we would ever get here.”

“We have a home a five-minute drive from your Dad’s, we have a home with enough room for our family.” Dean’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind you, his palm resting against your stomach. “A home to raise our baby,” Dean whispered.

“What?” Bobby asked wide-eyed as he walked into the kitchen, nearly dropping the box in his hands. “You’re pregnant?” He put the box down on the table next to him.

“Shit sorry baby,” Dean mumbled kissing your cheek as he pulled away from you.

“Yeah, I am, we weren’t going to tell anyone yet it’s really early I mean we only found out two weeks ago.”

Crossing the kitchen in a few strides he pulled you into his arms hugging you hard. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks Dad.”

Holding an arm out towards Dean he pulled him into the hug too. “I’m happy for you both.”

“What’s going on?” Sam asked as he walked into the kitchen putting the box in his hands down next to Bobby’s.

“Y/N?” Dean looked at you as your Dad released the two of you.

“May as well tell him now.” You shrugged smiling at your boyfriend.

“Well, you’re going to be an uncle Sammy.” A grin broke out on Dean’s face as he shared the secret.

“You’re pregnant?” Sam asked looking at you.

“Yeah.”

“Congrats man.” Sam pulled his brother for a hug patting his back. “So which room’s mine?” He asked with a smile as he moved towards you.

“You can have the one next to the nursery.” Dean smirked.

“Eh, I think I’ll stick with Bobby’s house.” Sam hugged you gently. “I’m so happy for you two.”

“Thanks Sammy.” Smiling up at him he pulled away from you.

“We’ve still got like twenty more boxes to get in.” Bobby slapped his palm down on Dean’s shoulder. “You two with me, Y/N isn’t lifting a thing.”

“Dad -”

“Don’t argue with me.”

“I’m with your Dad.” Dean leaning in kissing your cheek. “No heavy lifting.”

Rolling your eyes at him you couldn’t help but smile. “Fine, who wants a beer?”

“All of us!” Your Dad shouted from outside as the boys continued to load the boxes off the back of Bobby’s truck.

-

“Where are the boys?” Bobby asked as he sipped on his beer after returning with the second truckload of boxes.

“They’re upstairs trying to put the new bed frame together, there’s been a lot of swearing so there could be a fight soon.”

“As long as you’re nowhere near it they can tucker themselves out, how are you feeling?” He asked resting against the countertop watching you unbox the newly purchased dishes.

“I feel fine.” You shrugged placing the plates into an empty cupboard. “I mean morning sickness is a bit of a bitch but I’m so happy Dad.”

“I know you are.” Putting his beer down on the counter he walked towards you pulling you into another hug. “Dean is a good man, I have no doubt he’ll take care of you and my Grandbaby.”

“He will.” You nodded as he pulled away from you.

His hand reached up to cup your cheek. “You know where I am if you need me, I’m only a phone call away if you need anything -”

“Dad you live five minutes away, I’m not moving across the country, we’ll probably still see each other every day you’re welcome here any time.”

“It doesn’t matter where you are, my baby girl is all grown up, moved out and having a baby of her own, I’m happy for you and Dean you’re both going to be very happy here.”

“We will.”

“For fuck sake Sam!” Dean yelled from upstairs.

“I’m gonna go break that up.”

“Ask them what pizzas they want me to order while you’re up there.”

“Will do!” He called out as you heard him stomp upstairs.

-

Dropping your pizza crust onto the plate on the coffee table you sat back against the couch, Dean’s arm wrapped around your waist giving you a small squeeze. “You okay?”

“I am more than okay, we’re home, we’re all moved in.” Cuddling closer to him your legs rested over his lap, your head and hand resting against his chest. “This is perfect.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes Mr Winchester, I am beyond happy with you, I love our home and I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Looking back towards the TV you both settled in for your first night in your new home.

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Better as Friends? (2) daddy's boy

Previously

Series Masterlist

A/N - this is my first series I’m actually somewhat proud of and feedback would be amazing 🤗

Relationship: Steve Harrington x ex girlfriend reader

Chapter warnings : language , arguing Fluff??

It had been a few hours since I had picked Jackson up from Steve's , and he was still as quiet as when we left. I had tried starting conversation with him , asked him I'd maybe he want to go to the park or maybe to my parents house. He just simply shrugged saying he was tired , which I knew couldn't be true since when we were at breakfast Jackson was talking a mile a minute. I was currently on the phone with Robin , trying to explain the situation. "Well" she said "dingus seems fine to me , a little off but fine" , I then became somewhat alarmed "off". She sighed saying "off , yeah but he always is after a weekend with Jackson , tired I guess" I nodded in relief as she added "listen Y/n , I get off in twenty minutes , do you wanna pick me up and get lunch" I again nodded saying "yeah that sounds good , I'll see you then". Before I hung up that phone I heard "bye Y/n" I quickly said my goodbyes with Robin. I walked back into the livingroom where Jackson was playing , I took the seat next to him on the carpet saying "hey sweet pea , what do you say we go pick up aunt Robin and go get some ice cream at Benny's". He quickly nodded saying "can daddy come too" I sighed saying "no , baby daddy's going to be working , it'll be just aunt Robin and us". He frowned with the look of disappointment covering his face saying "okay I guess" , as I went to grab us both a pair a shoes I quickly noticed that Jackson had begun tying his shoes which is something I didn't know he could do. "When did you learn that" I asked to which he replied in the most cocky and confident voice "daddy taught me , like a while ago". I didn't know weather to tear up at how grown up he was or how much he reminded me of Steve , he then added "do you need me to tie yours". I shook my head saying "no thank you" , as he finished tying his shoes he stood up and began putting his jacket on , which surprised me even more. My only baby was finally growing up and I wasn't ready , it felt like just yesterday I was getting ready to bring him home from the hospital.

***********Flashback***********

I was snapping the final button of Jackson's onesies when a nurse knocked lightly on the door before entering the cramped hospital room. As she entered the room she kindly introduced herself saying "hello I'm Doris" I slightly waved before I began wrapping Jackson in his blanket as she added. "I'm going to be taking him for his final test" , I nodded as she took Jackson out of my arms saying "oh he's adorable". I nodded again in agreement since the moment I had first laid eyes on him I thought he was the most sweetest and most perfect baby I had ever seen. As Doris began leaving she said "if you have any questions just-" before she could finish I asked "do you think I'll be able to take him home". She shrugged saying "well he's a preemie , but he's breathing on his own and eating well he might , just let whoever's picking you up know to bring a carseat" . I nodded saying "thank you" she waved saying "of course dear" before leaving the room with Jackson.

A few minutes of waiting for my precious baby boy to return , just as I was starting to fall asleep since I was up with Jackson in the night. I felt a tapping on my shoulder and a quiet whisper of "Y/n are you asleep " I sighed knowing exactly who it was it was my boyfriend Steve , who looked like he was in a panicked mess. I responded saying "I was" he peeled his jacket off saying "sorry , I lost track of the time" , he then place a quick kiss on my cheek , I noticed that after Steve and I had gotten back together shortly after I found out I was pregnant. I quickly realized when we got back together that his once passionate and romantic kisses became quick and were always on my cheek or forehead and were being cut short and would be interrupted by something else.

I nodded as he asked "where's Jackson" I began trying to sit up causing him to say "easy , you just had a baby". I rolled my eyes as if I didn't already know that saying "he's getting his test" he nodded saying "are we gonna take him home today" , I sighed saying "I don't know he's early so he might have to stay" he nodded before asking "how was he" before I could answer Doris came back with Jackson as she came over an placed him in my arms she she walked over she said while gesturing towards Steve"this must be dad" , he nodded as she handed Jackson to me as he introduced himself "Steve , Steve Harrington , Y/n's friend" he then caught himself saying "I mean Y/n's boyfriend , I'm his dad and Y/n's boyfriend" Doris nodded saying "did you bring a carseat" he nodded saying "yeah it's in my car why" she then handed Steve some papers saying "there being discharged today , I'd bring that up since he's small we recommend putting him in the carseat and then the car". She then added "just come find me when the paper works sighed and your ready to go" Steve and I both nodded as she exited the room. I looked over to see Steve reading over the papers the nurse had handed him as I said "here , I'll sign those if you could hold him" he sighed placing the papers next to me as I handed Jackson over to Steve saying "be careful with his head" he huffed saying "I know Y/n". That was the other thing I noticed is that to Steve I became Y/n not babe , baby , honey or even sweetie. Just Y/n , and not that I had a problem with my name but hearing him say it broke my heart even more than it already was , I knew why Steve was there and as I looked over there in his arms was the reason. I had always loved Steve , I had fallen in love with him the first time I had meet him , and loved him even more as the days , minutes and seconds of our relationship passed. I gave everything to our relationship , most importantly I gave Steve everything , we shared everything together. Our first relationship , first kiss , even our first time together at his family lake house after we had too much to drink. Our relationship had come to a fall when the seemingly perfect Steve had turned into the cruel and vain king Steve that everyone adored and I truly couldn't stand. After signing the paper work Steve leaned over me saying "are you ready to go" I shrugged saying "yeah I geuss" he handed Jackson to me saying "I'll get the carseat" I again nodded before seeing that Jackson had opened his eyes which was a rare occurrence for him being a newborn and all , "Steve" I said trying to catch him before he left the room. He turned as I said "he's opening his eyes" Steve nodded before trying to leave again as I added "he has your eyes" he huffed saying "yeah , can I go" I sighed saying "Steve , what's the rush , just take a minute to look at your son" he sighed saying "whatever Y/n , he's going to do that a million more times" the other thing I noticed that Steve and I were arguing a lot more, sure we argued before but not over every little thing. I hope that one day we'd be able to be more civil, if not for my sake but for Jackson's. Maybe not now, but someday.

***********************Flashback over ***********************

As I pulled into the front of the family video store , I couldn't help but peek into the backseat to see Jackson with a wide smile. It had only been a few hours since Steve and Jackson were apart , but Jackson was already excited to see him againa even if it was only for a few minutes. After exiting the car and getting Jackson out of his carseat , who couldn't contain his excitement just like myself. It felt incredible to see how little parts of myself or Steve would peek out of his personality. Sometimes I saw me , like when I cut my hand and after putting a bandaid on it. Jackson would continue placing a kiss on it telling me to rest , it might've sounded ridiculous for it being a small cut , but it melted my heart. Or sometimes he could remind me of Steve with his sence of humor or his contagious laughter as well as his smile. After I walked into the video store , I made sure to take Jackson's hand so he wouldn't run off to find Steve. Since I had learned that lesson the hard way , "hey" Robin said walking around the counter saying "are you guys ready". I nodded saying "yeah" I then looked at Jackson saying "ready buddy" he then shook his head saying "no , we didn't see daddy yet". Before I could get Jackson out the door , Steve walked out of one of the isles he must've been stocking "already missing me". Jackson quickly let go of my hand running into Steve's arms saying "I missed you daddy" Steve nodded saying "I missed you too". Jackson then looked at Steve who was frowning saying "but are we supposed to let go of mommy's hand" Jackson shook his head saying "no , I'm not" Steve gave him another high saying "well I'll see you on Saturday". Jackson snuggled into Steve's neck saying "can I stay with you" the heartbreak in Jackson's voice was undeniable , "Jackson" I said "daddy's gotta work , and were gonna give get ice cream with aunt Robin". Steve gasped before saying to Jackson "your getting ice cream without me" Jackson giggled as Steve added "what kind are you gonna get". Jackson thought for a minute before responded with "mint chocolate chip" Steve then gasped again saying "your going to get ice cream without me and then get my favorite flavor , I don't think that's really fair" Jackson giggled saying "are you sure you can't go daddy". Steve nodded saying "I'm sorry buddy , how about on Saturday we stop here and get a movie" Jackson nodded saying "okay daddy , I love you" Steve continued holding him saying "I love you too , now I want you to stuff your face with as much ice cream as you can" Jackson smiled before Steve put him back on the ground "are you ready" I asked him. He sighed walking over too me saying "yeah" I nodded before walking out the door with Jackson and Robin.

It was after ordering at Benny's when Robin asked "so you miss him" , I shrugged since I wasn't paying attention. Instead my head was flooded with the guilt of the interaction with Steve earlier "dingus" she said "do you miss him" , I nodded saying "yeah but it's to late , we've said and done things we can't take back". She nodded saying "well he misses you" I chuckled saying "I doubt it , I kissed him earlier and he didn't react well". She almost choked on her soda saying "you kissed" I quickly realized that I should've worded it differently so I said. "On the cheek , I kissed him on the cheek and he turned pink from embarrassment" she nodded saying "what did you do" I sighed saying "sprinted back to my car". Before Robin and I could say anything else Jackson spoke up saying "can I have ice cream now" , I shook my head saying "No baby , we have lunch before dessert". He shrugged saying "sometimes at daddy's house we have dessert first" I sighed mumbling "of course you do" I took another sip of my coffee while Robin asked "why don't you talk to him" , I shook my head saying "Robin can we talk about something else". She nodded before asking "what are you doing next week" , I shrugged saying "whats next week". She chuckled as the waitress brought our food , after thanking the waitress she said "next Thursday is Thanksgiving" I almost couldn't belive I let that slip my mind "really" I said she nodded as I began to say "son of a-" I then cut myself off since Jackson was present , I then remembered my mother telling me that her and my father would be gone next week and if I'd be okay , I now realized that my usual plans of going to my parents would be shifted so I said "what are you doing" Robin sighed saying "grandparents house , why". I sighed saying "my parents are going away next week , and you'll be gone so I guess it'll just be Jackson and I" she chuckled saying "you could go with Steve". I quickly shook my head saying "no way , with his parents no thank you" , she huffed saying "you could at least talk to him about it" I sighed while thinking about it as she added "besides he" she said gesturing towards Jackson who was eating his food "would probably love it , besides when does he see them" I shrugged saying "I think sometimes he takes him over for dinner sometimes" she nodded saying "Y/n if you want I can talk to my mom about you coming with us" I shook my head saying "no Robin that's your family" she rolled her eyes saying "Y/n your my family , okay your like a sister to me , just talk to dingus and if it doesn't work out come with my family" I nodded saying "okay I'll talk to him" I then added "you really think of me as a sister" she nodded saying " of course I do , and you know the best part of having a sister" I shrugged as she added "you get to steal fries of there plate" I rolled my eyes as Robin snuck two fries of my plate causing Jackson to laugh , his contagious laughter got to both Robin and I . Soon the three of us where sitting in a booth a Benny's laughing away our troubles. Robin truley was a sister to me , after Steve and I broke up both the first and second time she was there for me and I was always there for her , and I always knew she was there for Jackson as the world's greatest aunt.

A few more hours had passed and I was getting Jackson ready for bed when I decided to ask. "Hey buddy" he nodded in acknowledgement while still looking thru his bookshelf to pick out a book. "How about instead of staying here on Thanksgiving we go to Gigi and pop pops house with daddy". He quickly put the book down that he had just found before running over to the edge of his bed where I was sitting , saying "really mama". I nodded saying "as long as it's okay with daddy then yeah" he then fell into my arms saying " I love you mama" I nodded saying "I love you too , alright what book are we reading tonight". He quickly ran back to the spot on the floor where he left his book before bringing it over to me. Even though I already had a funny feeling about which book it was , since Jackson had a few favorite books of his , as he handed it to me I truly wasn't surprised to see that is was in fact good night moon. I placed in his bed before covering him with his comforter and handing him , his special blanket that he had since the hospital before I snuggled next to him saying "you know when I was your age this" I said gesturing towards the book "was my favorite" he nodded saying "it's my favorite because you and daddy read it to me" I placed a kiss on his cheek saying "you know when you were in my tummy , daddy used to read this to you". He gasped saying "really" I nodded saying "really it was the only thing that would put you to sleep" as I began reading the book I couldn't help but think of those memories and hope that someday there'd be new ones.

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HAHN X The Oval

To say that Victoria was pissed would be an understatement. Her sister tried to talk her out of going to her son to be ex husband's house but it didn't work. She sat outside the house, debating on what to do to her son and then it caught her eye. A smirk on her face, she got out of her car and locked. She walked around the front yard for a few minutes before finding what she was looking for.

When the maid let her in, she brushes by her with a quick greeting and called out for her son. Hearing his name, Jason came out of his room and peered over the banister.

"You actually came? I'm shocked." He sassed.

Victoria looked him up and down, her face turned up in disgust. "Why the hell are you naked? Know what ... it doesn't matter bring your ass down here, NOW!"

The maid scurried off just as quick as Jason rushed down the stairs. He may have been a lot of things but he was smart enough to know when his mother was pissed. There he stood, completely naked in front of her with his hands covering himself.

"Ma'am?"

"Don't you 'ma'am' me, you little bastard. What in the hell were you thinking?" She yelled starting directly into his eyes.

"I ... I was just having fun. Dad Landen and Kyle told me it would be okay."

"Your father, Landen and Kyle," she repeated stepping closer to him, "They told you that it was okay to jack off while hovering over a sleeping pregnant woman who just happens to be the first lady? The woman whose family biological and otherwise would put ours to shame? The woman who is married to the most powerful man in the world?"

Jason tried to stutter an answer but nothing came out and Victoria mocked him.

"Spit it the hell out! I'm tired of playing these games with you, I figured since your sister got her act together you would too. But I see you need more."

"I ... I ... I couldn't control myself," he shrugged, "She just looked so good laying there. I didn't think she'd wake up, I was hoping she wouldn't."

Victoria looked at her son realizing that he'd started to touch himself again and rolled her eyes disgusted with him. She pulled out the switch she'd picked outside and started to hit him with it.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked as the switch made contact with his skin repeatedly. "I don't know what you got in your mind but it stops now! Do you hear me?"

For about ten minutes, Victoria whooped him with the switch ignoring his crying. Whatever disgusting and evil thoughts he was having, she was making sure they never materialized. Once she was done she stupid back dropping the switch and fixed her top.

"Get your ass up and get in the car," she demanded calmly.

Jason started at her with tears streaming down his face. She smiled at all the welts the switch made all over him.

"I'm in pain, I need a doctor."

"No, what you need is to get your perverted ass in this car. You have 2 minutes."

"I'm naked," he cried.

"Darling, you didn't seem to care about that all those times in the White House or today when I came here." Victoria gripped his face digging her nails into his skin. "Get your nasty ass into that car right damn now or i will go very another switch and beat your ass again."

Jason rushed as fast as he could out the door to the car making Veronica laugh. She left the house leaving the door wide open. When she left the house, she knew exactly where she was going.

"Stay here, do not move," she told her son before getting out. Moving quickly and gracefully, Victoria walked up the stoop of the house she pulled up to and knocked lightly.

Cameron opened the door and smiled, "Nice to see you, Victoria. You came to see the baby? Lainey was just talking about you."

She stepped inside smiling and across his hug. He walked her to the living room without giving her a chance to answer. Lainey went to hug her.

"You usually call when you're on the way but I'm glad to see you. I know you been dying to see Charleigh."

"I have," she smiled, "But first can I borrow your father and brothers and possibly your husband? I've got something in my car I need help with."

Lainey stared at her for a second then noticed the smile and brow raise. "Oh, yeah sure. You guys don't mind, right? Baby, give her to Chrissy."

"Like hell," Cameron mumbled.

Lainey pinched him and pushed him towards the front door. Once they were all outside, Victoria pulled the backdoor off her car open and stood back. Eddie pulled out his gun and took the safety off.

"I been waitin on you, boy," He said with an smile.

Benny frowned, "Why is he naked?"

"When I got to his father's house that's how he came out of his room," Veronica explained calmlythen snapped at her son. "Let's go. Get outta my car."

"What? No. They're gonna beat my ass."

"Us beatin ya ass is the least of ya worries," Zion told him a slight frown on his face.

"Get the hell outta my car, boy. I'm not playing with you. I told you I wasn't saving you anymore," she fussed pulling him out, "Your gonna find out what happens to perverts."

Charles had an SUV pull up and wait.

Jason stood there nervously covering himself until he saw Lainey. A small, sick smile took over his face.

"First Lady, you look nice."

Eddie put his gun to his temple, "If that thing so much as twitches in my sister's direction I will blow it off then your brains out the back of your head. You got that?"

Caleb out his hand in his son's shoulder, "Not yet, Eddie. We got him, Victoria."

"He's gonna go for a lil ride while you come see the baby," Charles added. He directed two of the secret service to grab Jason and put him in the back of the waiting SUV.

[the--blackdahlia]

Armageddon Chapter 12 (Dean x Reader)

Title: Armageddon Chapter 1

Summary:  Space. The Final Frontier. But for Dean Winchester, space was the last place he thought he would ever go. His family life isn’t perfect, his job isn’t ideal, but he has (Y/n), the woman he loves. Sam Winchester never thought his life would turn out the way it did. He is divorced, alone, and his brother most likely hates him. Working for NASA was not going to be easy. But, when a threat to the earth has him calling on his family for help, what can he do? can Sam and Dean push past his family issues to keep the Earth spinning another day? Based on the movie of the same name.

Pairings: Dean x Reader; Sam x Jessica

Warnings For this Chapter: Some angst, some language. I think that's about it.

Song for this chapter: Star Trek Movie Theme

Launch Day

Dean paced nervously in the small airport. (Y/n) had gone to the restroom, but she was taking longer than she usually does. John was to scared to approach Dean, he wasn’t sure what to say to his oldest son. Dean breathed a sigh of relief when (Y/n) emerged.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked. “You took awhile. I thought you were going to miss me getting on the plane…”

“I’m fine, there was a long line, no biggie.” She caressed his cheek. “Go sit down and put on your walkman, you got your flying mix in there, I put it in this morning,” she gave him a soft kiss.

“God, what would I do without you?” He smiled and kissed her.

(Y/n) kissed him deeper this time, she put everything she had in her kiss, “You better come back to me Winchester, you hear me?”  

“I will. Promise.” He smiled. “And I’ll bring back Sam before he decides to marry a Vulcan.” (Y/n) laughed. “Are you sure they won’t let me sneak you on the plane with me? I don’t want to fly alone…”

“You’re not alone. You’ll have Sam.” She motioned over to him. Sam was standing off to the side alone. Everyone else had someone to say goodbye to. Sam had held out hope that maybe Jessica would change her mind and bring Ashton to say by to him, but there was nothing. John made his way to Sam.

“You going to be ok up there?” He rocked on his heels as he crossed his arms looking at his son.

“Yeah. I’m not the one scared of flying.” Sam laughed. “There just better not be any killer klowns from outer space up there. Or you guys are on your own.”

“I remember when that movie freaked you out,” John chuckled. “you crawled into Dean's bed for… what was I it? A month?”

“I’m not sure.” Sam said awkwardly. “I just know clowns are literally the spawn of the devil.”

“Sam, I'm sorry. I should have been a better father to you… and Dean, ” John croaked. “I… I was just scared that you were going to die on me at a young age and then… Your divorce happened and…” John couldn't find the words.

“Dad, you don’t have to apologize to me.” Sam patted his shoulder. “I’m okay. I promise.”

“Now if Dean will forgive me,” John sighed, “I might get to meet… nevermind…”John wasn't sure if Sam knew about (Y/n).

“Dean’s not going to keep...you know...away from you.” Sam smiled. “And you’ve got Ashton too, if Jessica will let you see him.”

“When you get back, I’m going to help you with her…” John placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “I know how much you love her and your son.”

“I do but...she really doesn’t need me dad. She’s happy without me.” Sam sighed. “It’s almost time to get on my flight.”

Dean and (Y/n) made their way towards Sam and John. Ash was kissing a busty broad who had glitter all over her body. Garth seemed to be very mellowed out. Benny looked almost relaxed as he smiled at the group. Ketch, held his head as if he was nursing a headache. John looked at his sons, and his rig crew.

“ALL of you,” He looked to Dean for a bit longer, “better come back alive, you hear me?”

“Yes sir.” They all said. Sam nodded and Dean gave a smirk.

“Dean,” John motioned for him to come over.

“Yeah?” Dean asked, going to his dad.

John said no words, all he did was take Dean in his arms and hugged him tight. John couldn’t say any words to him. at  least not yet. John only hoped that Dean could feel what the hug meant.

“We’ll be back soon dad.” Dean said, hugging his dad back. “We’ll have a barbecue.”

“Oh, now that sounds good,” John let Dean go. “Go give your girl one last kiss before you’re in the air. And Dean… congrats, I know her dad would be proud to have you as a son, cuz I know I already think of her as a daughter.”

“Dad, you’re gonna make me cry in front of the guys.” Dean laughed. They weren’t on good terms yet, but they were better. They were getting there.

(Y/n) picked at the hem of her shirt, she looked nervous. She never really knew Dean to fly without her, but she was hoping Sam could keep him sane. She took a shaky breath as he walked towards her.

“Ok,” her voice broke slightly. “I love you Winchester.” She whispered as she help him tight.  

“I love you (Y/L/N).” He smiled at her, holding her close. “And I’ll be back before you know it.”

(Y/n) wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him one last time. She had a small sense of dread that this might be the last time she would be kissing him. She was scared of losing him on this mission.

“I’ll make sure he comes back.” Sam said, kissing her cheek. “Thanks for everything (Y/n).”

“Pipsqueak, be safe up there, please?” (Y/n) smiled at him sadly. “You know you have to come back too, promise?” Sam just smiled and nodded.

“Time to go guys.” Benny clapped them both on the backs, leading them towards the plane. As they boarded the plane, Bobby addressed them quickly.

“Ok, Director of Cape Canaveral Chuck Shurley is going to meet you guys there and take you right to get prepped for the Launch,” He nodded his head slightly. “Now, once the rocket is over Houston Mission control will take over and we will be in constant communication. So, good luck and don’t do anything stupid ya Idjits!”

John cupped his hands around his mouth, “MY CO-PRESIDENT BETTER COME BACK SAFE!” he bellowed.

***********

Rushing through the airport with Ashton in her arms, Jessica was desperately trying to find Sam. She was able to use her old clarence thanks to Charlie who owed her a favor. She smiled when she saw John and (Y/n).

“John!” she waved and rushed to him. “Please tell me I made it in time, please?” She looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Jessica?” John asked. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought Sam was lying when he said they were sending him up,” She shook her head sadly. “I mean they never, sent him up before and we… he and I… and I said horrible things to him…” She let (Y/n) take Ashton from her arms. “I need to see him, I need to tell him I’m sorry.”

“Jess, you’re  too late.” John said, motioning to the plane that was about to take off. “I’m sorry.”

“NO, no, no, no,” Jess ran her fingers through her hair, “call them back or call the plane. I have to tell him I’m here, and Ashton’s here, Please!” she clawed at John before turning to Bobby. “Bobby, please you have to find a way to let me talk to him please.”

“Jess, I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do.” Bobby sighed. “If I would’ve known you were coming, I could’ve stalled.”

“Mission control! Is there any way after the launch when you switch that you can please let him know? Please, Bobby… please?” by now tears had started to spill from her eyes.

“There’s a chance that we can have a video feed to the shuttle.” Bobby said. “We’ll figure something out Jess.” He offered her a smile.

“Thank you,” she whispered. Before she almost collapsed only to be held by John as she sobbed.

**************

Ash looked around, “was he talking about me?”

“I think he’s talking about Dean.” Benny chuckled.

“Wait...did I just get promoted?” Dean asked as they shut the door. “Didn’t I quit?” Benny laughed and patted his shoulder.

Sam took his seat hoping that Dean would sit by him. Something about having his brother close to him seemed like a good idea.

“Come sit Dean.” Sam said. Dean slid into the seat by him. “Ready?”

“I guess,” He put on his seat belt with a shaky hand. “Do you think (Y/n)’s pregnant?”

“Uh, what?” Sam asked, a little nervous now. “What makes you ask that?”

“The throwing up, the fainting, The food she’s eating, not having beer last night… I mean, she’s gotta be right?” Dean gave a small smile. “I mean… I wouldn’t mind the idea really.”

“I don’t think so…” Sam lied. “Maybe she’s just stressed about everything.”

“Maybe,” Dean leaned back and sighed. “I’m scared I’d be like dad though if she was.” Dean chuckled, and looked to Sam. “I bet I turn out be a horrible dad. I would screw up that kid so bad,” Dean sighed sadly.

At that moment a voice sounded over the PA. “Passengers, please remain seated as we prepare to take off and make our way to Cape Canaveral Florida”

“You’ll be a great dad.” Sam smiled. “Just make sure you spend more time at home than at work.”

Dean simply nodded as he placed his head phones over his ears and pressed play on his walkman. Dean began breathing calmly as the first guitar sounds of Metallica’s enter sandman, began to play.

“Dean?” Sam got his attention, “Is that Metallica?”  

“It calms me down.” Dean told him. Sam just smiled and shook his head before looking out the window. The other guys were swapping stories and talking about what they were going to do after they saved the world. But not the Winchester boys. They were in their own little world.

“So, you excited to tie the knot with (Y/n)?” Sam smiled. By now the plane was in the air and they were free to move around the cabin. The plane was a small private chartered plane.  

“I’m nervous, but I don’t want to be without her.” Dean asked. “Sam, can I ask some questions without upsetting you?”

“Yeah Dean, I can try,” Sam gave a small nod.

“How did you know Jess was the one?” Dean asked, feeling bad when he saw Sam cringe a little.

“If I can be honest,” Sam gave him a sad smile, “She made me feel whole. It was like… everytime we were together, I felt complete. But when I got the job at NASA… I messed it up. I missed her so much when I was in the office, that I distracted myself with work, that by the time I looked up… I lost her.” Sam closed his eyes for just a moment. “I felt and still feel like I’m drowning.”  

“Sammy….” Dean felt his heart break a little. “Maybe when we get back and you’re a big hero, she’ll want you back.”

“It’s ok Dean… I know I lost her, I had her and I lost her... I will just have to see what happens next.” Sam muttered.

It wasn’t long before the plane began to descend into Kennedy Space Center where a tarmac was cleared just for them.  As they got off the plane, they were greeted by a man with curly hair, an unkempt beard, glasses, and a look that he had not slept for days.

“Hello gentlemen!” he squeaked, “I am Director Shurley, and I will take you into the area where we will dress you and prep you for your shuttle ride to the asteroid.”

“Good to see you again Chuck.” Sam said, shaking his hand. Chuck looked a little surprised to see Sam there. “We won’t let you down.”

“Sam! Wow, um… are you sure you don’t want the assistant director job? I mean… we could really use you over here?” Chuck said to Sam as they were walking towards a small building far from the launchpad.

“No sir, I’m fine in Texas.” Sam smiled and walked with the others. Dean slapped him in the back of the head. “Ow! What the hell was that for?”

“You told us it was a transfer,” Dean hissed. “Not this job! What are you crazy?” Dean shook his head, “Sam this was a big Deal… hell this is a big job!”  

“It’s not a big deal Dean.” Sam sighed. “They could find someone better.”

“But Sam….” Dean began but was cut off when Director Shurley began to explain the procedures.

Chuck gave everyone a nervous smile, “gentlemen, as you can see we will be sending you up on two small shuttles in order to better fit the asteroid. Now you will be divided into two groups. The commanders for the shuttles are Gabriel for the Independence, and Jo for the Freedom.” Chuck explained. “Garth, Mick, Ash, and Cas will be with Gabriel on the Independence. Sam, Dean, Benny, and Ketch will join Jo on the Freedom.” He looked at them. “Now let’s get suited up. And may God bless you.”

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Death and rebirth epilogue part B

Epilogue part B Well fuck… What else can I say? Didn’t warn Dutch about it. Hell, I didn’t even warn myself. At least Benny is off with his bitch for the night. One less person to worry about. Doubt Dutch would get mad, but I don’t know what he’ll do. Whatever. Hana’s here with me now. She’s just sitting there. In the same spot she was all those years ago. Noticing her shirt, I played some Pink Floyd. Thank god shes got good taste. What do I do with her? I’m surprised I lasted this far without fucking something up. Kept glancing at her. God. It’s like Rock’s here again. We got home. The drive wasn’t so bad. Hana had her backpack on and looked at her pink gun that was held on by a holster. Hm. Gave me an idea. “Come on.” She took my hand and I lead the way. One of the assholes in the apartment complex saw us. Fucking great. He looked down at Hana with wide eyes. Shit. Walking faster, I got to lagoon’s section of it. Seeing him made me wonder how many people knew about her existence. Yeah, everyone heard about it when I was pregnant but no one knew for sure. It was very hush hush. Everyone thought it was just a rumor. But everyone heard about it when Rock died. People were surprised he lasted so long. I was too but… never mind. Let’s get back to Hana. Right when we got in, Dutch was there. Ugh. He was drinking a beer while listening to the radio. Maybe he’s thinking about whatever Dutch thinks about. Jobs, money, whatever. Without a word to me, Hana went over to him. Ah shit. “Hi !” Dutch jumped a bit. He looked at her and she smiled at him. “I’m guessing you’re Hana.” She put out her hand. Dutch shook it lightly. “Yep! Don’t worry, I’ll be gone tomorrow. I’m like a whore. In and out.” Oh my god. Who taught her this? Dutch just laughed at that. “I’m Dutch. You’re uh… uncle in a way.” I rolled my eyes at that. “Now she’s really fucking confused.” Hana walked over to me with a cute smile. “Haha. Sorry about that. Is she staying here tonight?” She nodded before I said anything. “Thanks for having me.” Dutch laughed again. “Wow. You got manners, huh?” Hana just nodded. “You two have fun.” That went over better than I thought. I took Hana to my room. Didn’t realize how much of a slob I was until now. I moved some bottles, cigarettes, and a few bullets off the bed. Good god. After the 10 minutes that took, I laid back on the bed. “Bet you think I’m a slob now, huh?” She put her bag down. “No. I’ve been messier.” “Bullshit.” “Hehe. Yeah, I’m just being nice.” At least she’s honest. I patted the space beside me. Almost right away she took off her shoes and laid by me. “I wanna live on this bed.” Started smiling after that. “Me too.” Hana looked at me with that shining innocence in her eyes. Heh. “I like it when you smile. It looks pretty.” I laughed at that. “Whatever.” Hana sat up and stared me straight in the face. “I wouldn’t lie to you, missy.” Heh. It’s like this kid wants to fight me. “Never said you were, kid.” She got closer to the point of touching my nose with hers. “I was gonna say something but I don’t know what.” She backed off after a second. Hm. Shit to do… shit to do… oh yeah! “So, you got a gun?” Hana nodded and handed it to me. “Aunt Bala gave it to me. It’s pretty!” I looked at it. Hm.. Semi-automatic pink pistol. Nice. “You know how to use it?” She shook her head. Heh. “Alright. Let’s learn.” “B-but the metal things will get everywhere.” “This room is a shithole anyway, who cares? And they’re called bullets.” With that, she gave in. I cleared off the table and set up 4 bottles. Heh. Nostalgic as fuck. Going up behind her, I put the gun in her hand. “You know how to hold it, right?” She nodded and held it right. “Good. Alright, so just put your finger on the trigger.” She did so. I lined it up for her. Just right… “Now shoot.” BANG! ¼ shattered on the floor. Hana gave me a really big smile with that cute look of accomplishment. “Try to do it on your own.” She gave me a smirk. Now I see me in her. BANG! Just an inch off. She got a bit frustrated and gave a determined look. BANG! 2/4 shattered on the floor. Pretty good shot for a 5 year old. She laughed. “ANOTHER!!” BANG! ¾ shattered on the floor. Seeing that little smirk on her face mixing with the innocent curiosity in her eyes made my heart melt a bit. Holy shit. “One more!” BANG! 4/4 shattered on the floor. She put the gun in her pocket and looked all innocent. “Did I do good?” Heh. “Hell yeah. Better than my first time.” She sat on the bed. “What happened your first time?” Wow. Story time. Getting closer to the window, I debated lighting a cigarette. “I was 5 like you… And, uh, I had a .22 rifle. And I ended up shooting my dad in the foot.” Ironic since I ended up shooting him in the face. But that’s a different story. She giggled at that. Soon stopping and looking down. “You don’t care if I smoke, right?” I asked while opening the window. Hana shook her head. Lighting a cigarette, I stared at her. “I can tell something’s on your mind, what’s up?” She looked up at me and her eyes went back down. “Uh… will you get mad?” Thought about that for a second. I’m always mad. Whatever. “Doubt it. What’s up?” “Hmm… uh. I was with Aunt Bala and we were looking for a picture. I found a letter you wrote me…” Shit. I know where this is going. “Um… what’s a rapist?” Oh my god. This is gonna be hard. “That letter was meant for when you were old enough to know what that is.” Before she could ask what I knew was coming, I said “No, the rapist isn’t your dad.” Hana looked at her legs. “I’m sorry I made you mad.” “No, don’t worry. Bet you got a lot of questions. Might as well answer them now. So go ahead.” Hana thought for a second. Gathering up all the questions in her head. “How did Rock die?” Ugh. Not that one. “Got shot in the head by some fuckers that did me wrong.” “Was it the rapist?” “No… it was his friends. Rock, your dad, killed the rapist jackass. Even though he deserved it, he felt so fucking bad he almost went crazy. He did more justice than I ever could.” She got something out of her pocket then showed it to me. A picture of Rock and I acting stupidly cutesy way back in Japan. Holy shit. That was forever ago. “I wish he was happy like he is in here.” She mumbled. “I wish he didn’t die.” She said while thinking of more questions. “You look a lot like him.” Hana tried to smile at that. “I didn’t know if you were gonna be his.” She looked confused. “When you find out what rape is it’ll make me sense.” She nodded. Folding the picture back up, Hana said her almost final question. “Why did you make me live with Bala? Did I make you think of rapist ? I’m sorry…” Oh fuck. No. “No, no, no. I…. uh… I was scared. I never had a kid before. I… I-I didn’t even have a mom, what if I hurt you?” Did I fucking stutter? Wow. “But you’re not bad. I know you’re good. You didn’t hurt me.” Fuck. I’m feeling all weird. Don’t be a whiny bitch. Don’t be a whiny bitch. “I wanted you to talk to me. I’m not mad at you. Please, don’t be sad.” Had to laugh at that. “Fuck, you’re so much like him..” I put my hands on her cheeks. Heh.. She started to smile a bit. Sitting on the bed, I picked her up and started hugging her. “Don’t be sad.” She said again. “I’m not. Okay?” With that, she hugged me tighter. Hana was so warm and soft. As soft as her little Pink Floyd shirt was. We stayed like that for a little bit. Her heartbeat relaxed mine. Pretty much gave me time to relax after all those memories. I ended up playing with her hair. Soft too. “Hey Hana, guess what?” Before she could say anything, I kissed her forehead. Same exact spot I kissed her as a baby. The expression she gave me reminded me of the first time I kissed Rock. We fucked before I ever kissed him, but I remember his face. He was so happy and surprised that he could barely say anything. It was pretty funny. Now here’s our kid with the same face and all red. “I got a magic kiss from a princess!” Hana laughed. “I’m no damn princess. I’m a knight for sure. Maybe even a dragon.” She shook her head. “Where’s the princess then?” “Right here.” I kissed her forehead again. Her face turned more red and she kept giggling. “Oh my knight, I have to give you something.” She kissed my cheek. The lightest, most innocent one I’ve ever gotten. “Now you’re magic!” Playing along with her, I gasped. “That means I can get all the money in the world!!” “You’re not that magical.” Heh. Oh my god. I love her. With a pause, she started to ask that last question. “Hmm… did you love my dad?” Just stared at her for a second after that. “Duh. You’re here, aren’t you? If I didn’t give a shit about him then I would’ve…” Realized what I was gonna say might be too real for her. “I wouldn’t want to see you.” Hana hugged me again. After that, it was just talking about little things. Little things sis would teach her, things she’d watch on tv. We fell asleep all cuddled up together. I’ve never been happier. I had my Hana back. ——- 11 A.M. Will the bitch even be awake? Yeah right. If she is, fuck me up the ass and call me Jesus. Since when do I ever show up at Revy’s place? Not my style. Whatever. I need that slut to do a job for me and she owes me 30$ for drinks last week. I don’t gotta dress as a nun. Thank god. It’s humid as hell. Right as I walk in the door, BANG! A bullet not even 2 inches from my face. “Aw, I missed again.” What the actual hell?! “Sorry about that. She’s been practicing all morning.” Dutch said while walking to a table right by the door. “Who’s fucking shoot…ing…?” That’s when I saw her. A little girl with his hair, nose, everything.. The kid was changing out the bullets of a gun. “Holy shit.” Walking up to her I knew exactly whose she was. I stared at the details of her face. “Holy shit…” She stared back up at me. “My name isn’t holy shit, lady.” She said. “Fuck you too.” I couldn’t stop staring. A mini Rock. Until she opened her mouth… woah. I thought Revy aborted it. Where was she? What the fuck? “Oh! You’re bleeding!” Huh? Touched the side of my head. Guess the bullet skid by it. “Here.” The girl wiped it with a tissue and put 3 bandaids on it. Don’t know much that’ll help. “Here we go!” As I stared at her, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. So that bitch had the kid and didn’t tell me?! How t- “Um, miss. Are you okay?” Shaking my head, I went back to reality. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. What’s your name, kid?” Without a pause she says, “Hana Okajima Lee.” Huh. Didn’t know ‘Lee’ was Revy’s last name. Woah. Hana’s real. She’s really here. “Have you been living here, sweetie?” Hana shook her head. “I stayed the night. I stay with Bala.” Huh. Didn’t see that one. “Has anyone ever told you you’re adorable?” “No ma'am. They usually say I look like my dad and ask things. But I don’t know the answers.” Holy fucking shit, she’s cute? “Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t know your name.” Something Rock would say. “It’s Eda.” She shook my hand. She fucking shook my hand. Just then Revy walks in while putting on some shorts. “Aww, hey sleepyhead.” She stared at me for a second. Quick, she sprung out of her sleepiness. Pulling me into her room, she was cussing under her breath. “Oh my god, Revy. She’s… she…. You-you didn’t kill it!” “Why the fuck are you here?” Revy had her arms crossed and lit a cigarette. “Woah, calm down there, mama. Why didn’t you tell me?” She rolled her eyes. “Motherfucker, you knew. You were the one that told me I was pregnant.” Are you kidding me? “I thought you killed it.” “Obviously not. So why are you here?” “I got a job AND you owe me 30.” Blowing a puff, she grunted. “Ugh. What’s the job?” I checked to see if Hana was listening. “The Taiwanese bitch is at the rip off church waiting for you. She’s hiring us for something retarded probably.” With that, she started putting on her old combat boots. “Wait, what about the kid?” “Take her with us. It’s just talking about a job, not the real thing. If she’s gonna live in the city, she’s gotta see it. Who else knows about her?” Revy loaded her guns and stretched. “You, Sis, what’s left of lagoon. Should be it.” She said handing me the 30$. “People are gonna find out one way or another. Don’t be worried. She’s got 2 body guards, right?” “It’s not just that. I don’t want some kiddie fondler seeing her and shit.” Rolling my eyes, I looked at her. “Cmon, Rev. I doubt that’ll happen as long as you’re around.” Finally I convinced her ! Yolanda loves kids. Surprised she’s still around… ——- “Ugh, it’s HOT!” It’s September and it’s this hot?! It’s supposed to be raining. “Shut up, rev. You’re whinier than the kid.” Ugh. “We’re almost there. Cmon, I bet there’s still donuts left.” Eda offered to walk there. Thank god lagoon’s got a car or else we’d be dead. When we pulled up, Chinglish was outside already. “You fucking crazy? It’s humid as shit out here.” I said while slamming the car door. “I wait for you forever. Should yell at you!” Hate this bitch. Does this stupid chink wanna fight? “Ladies, ladies. Don’t get your panties in a bunch. Let’s go in and have a drink.” What about Hana ? She can’t stay out here and I don’t want this bitch meeting her. Ugh, shit. I motioned for her to come in. Hana ran by me fast. Of course, chinglish had to say something. “Oh my god, you babysit?” Had the urge to spit on her. “Shut the hell up and get inside.” We ended up in the chapel. Yolanda was here. Drinking tea and eating a donut. Hm. Couldn’t even walk down the aisle without chinglish talking to her. “Aww. You so cute. What you name?” Hana smiled a little. “Hana.” Here come the questions. “She you mom? I tell who dad is.” Hana nodded. Ugh. “Sorry. She bad mom.” “Please don’t say that.” Before that could go on much longer, we were sitting with Yolanda. Eda was beside her and Hana was between me and Chinglish. Yolanda saw Hana and here it goes again. Kinda blurred it out of my memory. Was the same thing. ‘What’s your name? You look like Rock. Is that slut your mom? Blah blah bullshit.’ At least the nun was nice about it. “Call me granny. Here, have a donut sweetheart.” “Thank you !” That must’ve brought up some memories. “So what’s the job?” I was cutting off the nun since I didn’t wanna hear anymore of it. “I need you kill somebody.” I’d ask why she didn’t do it herself, but I’m getting paid. “Alright. Who? And for how much?” “5,000. Here picture.” Just some randy. Whatever. “Hey! I fucked him last week!” Great. Just what Hana needs to hear. “Eda ! Watch your language around the girl.” Before I knew it Eda and Chinglish were fighting. I was too busy zoning out I don’t even know what happened. “Hey bitch, how about you fuck off?” With that, there was a gun to the head and a blade to the neck. “Listen, slut nun. You no understand what you talk about.” Standing up, I put my gun to Chinglish’s head. Before I could say anything, Hana started talking. “Stop fighting. All you’re doing is making yourself look dumb.” “Kid, stay out of it.” Eda said in this weird ass way. I could tell she was getting mad. “If you’re gonna fight, fight over something better. You guys are dumb if you fight over some guy.” Chinglish was debating something. “Why you say that?” “Boys are just people. Why fight over them?” Heh. Smart kid. “Please stop fighting.” With that, we all put our weapons down. Yolanda started laughing. “You’re just darling, aren’t you?” Hana politely thanked her. This is so fucking weird. Kinda like deja vu. “You take job or not?” Might as well. “Yeah. You’re paying a decent amount.” I said, sitting down. “Alright, so can I go? I gotta do something.” “Sure. But be nice to daughter. She nice.” Ugh. Left after that. “Hold on, I’m coming with you!” Eda… great. I wanted to do shit with Hana. Knowing her, she’s gonna wanna stick around even if I tell her to back off. God dammit. Well, maybe she can give me suggestions. “Bye !” Hana waved at them until she got to the car. Hm… “Why do you wanna come?” I asked Eda. Maybe she just wants to ruin my day. “Thought we were starting on that job.” Ugh. Obviously not. “With her here? Fuck no.” “Fine. What are we doing then?” I just wanted to be alone with my kid. Why does this whore think she can come in and fuck it up? “I’m gonna do some shit with Hana. Why do you care?” Eda looked at me with this weird face. Couldn’t tell if she was annoyed or figuring something out. “Let’s go then. Why don’t you want me to come? You think I’m gonna beat her or something?” I just started driving. Don’t wanna hear any of that. Shit to do… shit to do… “You got a gun, kid? Or were you using one of your mom’s?” Hana nodded and handed it to her. “Mom taught me how to shoot last night !” Eda laughed at that. “She should get you another gun. That way you could really be a little two hands.” That’s not a bad idea. “Know what we’re doing.” “Mom… can I get a .22 uh… rifle like you had when you were my age?” Eda looked at me funny when Hana asked that. “Yeah. And I’ll get it pink just like your semi-automatic.” Hana giggled. — About an hour later we all come out of the place with 5 new weapons. Eda got another gun. I got some Dutch wanted. And Hana had her rifle tied onto her back. Fuck, she’s cute. Luckily, the gunsmith didn’t say anything to me about her. The old geaser isn’t that bad. “Ooh. I’m starving. Let’s go get something.” Eda! “Okay !” Fine. Guess we’re going to the noodle shop. “Hana, you like your new gun?” I asked. “Yeah. I love it. Thank you.” Heh. She’s already got more balls than her dad. “She was practicing this morning and grazed me.” Eda touched the bandaid on her head. “Thought you hit your head on a door or something stupid.” “Hey! I’m not that much of a dumbass.” We got to the place. Oh, memory lane. Thanks for the visit. Of course, I got the same thing I always did. Hana shared with me. Eda got something similar. So fucking weird, thinking about how all those years ago, I could’ve killed Rock right here. Then Hana wouldn’t be here. He’s gone now away. At least I got something out of it. Shit. There’s people staring… Some fuckers whispering… Even Hana herself noticed. She tried not to say anything. Eventually she learned towards me and says, “Can I shoot the men talking over there?” Eda heard it too… hm. “No, no. Don’t.” “Do it but miss them by an inch. They’ll get the point.” With that, she used her pistol to aim. BANG! Straight in his shoulder. Guess that got the point across too. He screamed and his crew started running. But his girlfriend stayed behind. Heh. Shows how tough they are. “What the fuck?!” He tried to press down on the shot. “Stop talking about me, stupid bitch.” His bitch ended up taking her boyfriend away. Weird. “Did I do good?” “Yeah. Look at those fuckers. Scared of a little kid.” Hana gave me this cutely devious look. “They should be. I’m deadly.” Heh. We finished off the food. By then it was almost 4 pm. Sis is gonna want her soon. Ugh… “Now where are we going?” Hm… What can we do to stall? “Does Balalaika want her back?” Eda asked. “Guessing so, but I don’t know if I want her to go back.” I replied. Hana was hugging my right arm, staring at my tattoo. Maybe she’s confused by it. “I like your marking. Wanna see mine?” She mean a birth mark? “Sure.” Hana lifted her shirt to show her stomach. There was black, Russian letters tattooed into it. “What the fuck?!” Didn’t think Sis would do this shit to her. Tattoo a kid? Why the hell… ? “It says 'Moscow Child’. Bala says it’ll scare people.” Holy shit. Couldn’t stop staring at it. Wasn’t prepared for that. At least it looked cool. “Wow. So I bet all your little friends think it’s cool, huh?” She shook her head. “All the friends I have are Bala, you, Chang. Dutch and Eda if they want to.” Eda laughed at that. “Hell yeah, I’ll be your friend!” Couldn’t tell if Eda was joking or not. Didn’t know Chang knew about her either. “Yay ! I thought you hated me.” Hana said while walking to the car. “Don’t be stupid, kid. You’re not half bad. Rather than the shooting me thing.” “I said I’m sorry!” That’s when I got a call. I barely use this cell phone. It’s mainly a car phone. “Yeah?” I answered it. “Two hands, are you having fun? Dutch said you’ve been out with her all day.” It was Sis. “Yeah. She’s here with me.” Seeing that Hana was behind Eda, I lit a cigarette. “She needs to come here soon. She has an appointment tomorrow morning.” “Appointment? What for?” “It’s nothing but a dentist check up.” Hearing that made me wonder how much Sis really cares about her. Obviously it’s something since she’s taken her in and shit. But what else? “Alright I’ll bring her.” Hana heard that and got all quiet. Noticing this, I turned to her with my cigarette in between my fingers. “Hey, it’ll be fine. It’s not like I’m gonna leave you.” She looked up at me and gave a small smile. “Okay.” Here we are. Back on another drive to Hotel Moscow. Hm. At least this time it’s on good terms. I’m glad I did this. All the bullshit I was worried about was nothing. This was relieving. But how much more can I be there without fucking her up…? When we got there, Hana was slow to get out. “Oh ! I forgot my bag over there.” She said. “Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing but clothes, right?” She nodded. All 3 of us walked in. Sis was in there finishing up a cigar. “Did you have fun?” She asked her. Hana nodded. “I got a new gun !” Pulling it out from her back, she smiled. “It matches !” Sis smiled back at her. “Mom, when can I go over next?” “When do you want to?” She thought for a second. “Hm… Today is Monday so.. Wednesday. That way you can have a break.” Now I feel shitty. “It’s not like that.” Hana went over and hugged Eda then me. “I’ll see you !” “Yeah…” Right when Eda and I turned to leave, she called me. “I love you.” She said in that innocent voice. Uh… fuck. I was turning all red. “H-heh, right back at you.” I said and left. Bet Eda’s gonna laugh at me for that. But the whole way to the car she was quiet. Waited until we were actually in it to say anything. “What’s up?” I asked and turned the radio down. She shook her head. Obviously in thought, with shiny eyes. “She’s just like him…” hm. Wasn’t expecting that. “She’s so much like him… a-and she’s so sweet…” Eda started shaking. What the hell? “I just miss him so much.” Oh my god. She’s fucking crying.

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No More - Chapter 2

Summary: Frankie has been your best friend since you were in the 2nd grade. You were each other’s first’s, he, your first love and as you’d both gotten older you always somehow fell into bed together after one too many drinks with the boys. You don’t know how much longer you can keep this up but fate has other plans for you both and events are set in motion to decide for you.

Warnings: Explicit, Unprotected sex, blood and injury, mentions of abortion, unplanned pregnancy - 18+

Pairings: Frankie/ Reader

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Benny was worried. He’d been trying to get hold of you for the last two weeks but you were ignoring all his attempts to contact you. Your car hadn’t moved since that night. He knows this as he drives past your house every day to get to and from work. The longer your radio silence goes on the more he worried he is that something more serious had been going on when you’d left that night saying you’d been unwell that week. He finally decided enough was enough and decided to stop at yours on his commute home. Parking his truck in front of yours he sprinted across the lawn and rang the bell, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for you to answer.

‘Benny?’ You say with a bemused expression plastered across your face ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I was worried about you.’ He states, taking in your haggard appearance and red-rimmed eyes ‘I’ve been trying to get hold of you for like two weeks but you’ve just ignored me.’ He pauses, trying to rein in his anger ‘What the hell is up with you?’

‘I uh...’ You think for a moment about what to say but decide there's no point in hiding it ‘I’m pregnant Ben.’ You reply and shock spreads across his face.

‘Wha- how?’

‘I uh... Had an encounter a few months back and well turns out my birth control failed and I’m pregnant.’ You explain, scrubbing a hand over your tired face.

‘Who’s the father.’

‘That doesn’t matter.’ You reply, shaking your head ‘He made it quite clear he doesn’t want kids so-‘

‘You have to tell him, babe.’ Says Benny, giving you his signature sad eye look that's almost impossible to resist ‘He at least deserves to know about the kid if you're planning on keeping it!’

You knew he was right. You had to tell Frankie but you didn’t know how to. How do you tell someone who cheated on his girlfriend with you that your birth control failed and you were now pregnant with his child... and keeping it!  

What if he asks you to get rid of it?

Could you ever look at him again after that?

‘You clearly have a lot to think about so I’ll go.’ Says Benny as he gives your arm a gentle squeeze ‘Before I do. Will and I were planning on having a movie night tomorrow. Why don’t you come? Take your mind off of things for a while.’

You think about it for a moment before nodding in agreement. A movie night would be a good distraction and you’d missed Benny and Will. What harm would it do? He says his goodbyes and sprints back to his car, waving at you as he reverses onto the road and drives away and leaving you to ponder what you were going to do next. It felt good to tell someone. Get it off your chest but now you needed to plan what you were going to tell the father and when you going to do it.

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‘She lives!.’ Says Will as he pulls you into a hug.

‘Ah, there’s my favourite lady!’ Squeals Ben.

‘Indeed.’ You chuckle as grin at him ‘Sorry for going MIA on you guys.’

‘It's cool.’ He replies, smiling sweetly ‘Benny kinda told me the sitch... You told the father yet?’

‘The father of who?’

Your stomach sinks as you turn your head to see Frankie stood there with a beer in each hand and a rather shocked expression on his face. Your mouth starts to move but your words seem to escape you. Of course, he’d be at movie night. Of course, he’s at everything the guys do.

‘Are you?’ He points at your now slightly swollen stomach and you simply nod.

‘Shit!.’ He exclaims, his eyes flying open in surprise ‘How far along?’

‘Uh- around 3 months.’ You reply as your hand settles on your small bump.

‘Wow, congrats!’ He says as he raises a beer in cheers.

It’s clear he hasn’t put two and two together. That 3 months ago you fucked each other in your kitchen. That 3 months ago he cheated on his girlfriend with you. You nod your thanks to him and head into the kitchen with Ben, smiling when he hands you a non-alcoholic beer.

‘Didn’t want you to feel left out.’ He chuckles ‘I’m sorry about Will blurting it out like that. I figured you wouldn’t have minded me telling him though.’

'It’s fine Ben.’ You say sweetly as you kiss his cheek ‘Not like I can hide it now that I look permanently bloated.’

‘I can’t believe you’re showing already.’ He says as he places one of his large hands on your small bump.

‘Is it your's Ben?’ Asks Frankie as he appears in the kitchen, the look in his eyes making you shiver.

‘No, you douche.’ He replies, punching his friend in the arm.

‘What did you and Emily decide to do in the end?’ You ask, your tone a little colder than you’d meant it to be.

‘We uh... We terminated it.’ He replies, shrugging his shoulders ‘She doesn’t want kids and I don’t either so...’ He trails off as he takes a swig of his beer ‘I never knew you wanted them, Lazo?’

Your stomach is twisting in knots at his statement but you manage to force your words out ‘Yeah.’ You reply, nodding in confirmation ‘I’ve always wanted them. This wasn’t exactly how I’d planned it but you know. Shit happens for a reason.’

‘So you told the father yet?’ Asks Benny as he gives your arm a gentle squeeze.

Your eyes flit to Frankie before returning to Ben ‘Yeah I did.’ You lie, trying to swallow past the lump in your throat ‘He wants nothing to do with it.’ You finish, venom dripping from every word.

‘Shit.’ Ben pulls you into a hug and you allow a single tear to fall ‘At least you gave him the option.’ He states and you nod, unable to say any more for fear you’ll slip up ‘You’ve got us! We’ll be the best damn uncles that kid’ll ever have.’

You smile at that before looking at Frankie who’s smiling sweetly at you and suddenly you regret lying. Perhaps you should tell him. Maybe it’ll be different because it's you. You shake the thought from your head.

Don’t be ridiculous... He loves her not you.

Movie night goes as smoothly as it can considering the circumstances. When it was over you thanked them for the distraction and then walked to your car, jumping when Frankie’s hand grabs your wrist before you can open your door.

‘Frankie wha?-.’

‘Three months ago we slept together.’ He states. His tone a little panicked.

So he had put two and two together.

‘Yes, Frankie I remember.’ You growl as you pull your wrist from his grasp ‘What’s your point?’

‘Is that my baby?’ He comes straight out with it and your mouth goes dry ‘Please tell me that’s not my baby and it’s just some random guy's that you met at a bar.’

‘What if it is yours?’ You spit, his words lighting a fire within you ‘What if it was?’

‘I... I’d want you to get rid of it.’ He replies and you slap him.

‘Good thing it isn’t then.’ You lie, opening the door and climbing into your car but as you go to close the door he stops you.

‘Are you lying to me?’ He asks, his tone panicked ‘Please Lazo be honest with me. I’d be a shit father... No kid deserves me as their dad.’

Your heart breaks a little for him as you see the genuine pain in his eyes.

‘No... I’m not lying to you.’ You surprise yourself with how easily you lie to him ‘I went out on a girls night a few days before and took a guy home with me. It’s his.’

You know that even if that were the case it would be impossible to prove without a DNA test but it seems to appease Frankie and he lets you shut your door, watching you like a wounded dog as you pull away.

~

Its been two months since that night and you’ve barely seen or spoken to Frankie since. You’d tried to keep in contact with the Millers, even having the two of them over a few times. Ben had offered to drive you to your 20-week scan and had been so excited to see the baby on the screen. It felt good to have someone there with you who was excited for you. After the two of you cooed over the ultrasound pictures over lunch, you decided to learn the sex and had been overjoyed to learn that you were having a girl, Ben joking that he would keep the guys away from her when she was older.

‘So the dad really doesn’t want anything to do with it huh?’ He asks as he takes a sip of his coffee whilst you pick at your muffin.

‘Nope.’ You reply, popping the p ‘She came out of a one night stand so you can’t really blame him.’

‘You’re gonna smash it though babe.’ He says sweetly, placing his hand over yours.

‘Thanks.’ You reply, grinning at him ‘I’m really excited now. Although my hormones are all over the place at the moment.’

‘How so?’ He asks as he tilts his head to one side.

‘I am like raging horny all the time.’ You laugh, letting out a groan ‘I just need to be fucked.’

‘You always got me.’ He says as he winks at you.

‘As hot as you are... I don’t wanna make things weird between us.’ You reply.

‘That’s fair babe.’ He replies as he grins at you ‘Come on let's get you home.’

The drive back is a little awkward after his offer to scratch your itch but as soon as he walks you to the door and hugs you goodbye it’s forgotten. You smile as you stick the ultrasound pictures to your fridge, running your fingers over the images as you allow yourself to imagine what she’s going to look like. You wonder if she’ll have your eyes or his. You hope she gets his curly hair. Your stomach twists when you think about him. What if she is the spitting image of him? You decided to busy yourself so that you could forget about him. Evening comes around and you’ve settled down to watch your favourite show when the doorbell rings. You’re surprised when you open the door and see Frankie stood there, eyes red and chest heaving.

‘Frankie, what are you doing here?’ You ask, feeling your heart breaking for him a little ‘What’s happened?’

‘Emily broke up with me.’ He states ‘I told her that I’d cheated on her. We had this stupid fight and it just sorta came out.’

‘That doesn’t explain why you’re here Frankie.’ You reply ‘We’ve not been close lately.’

‘Please...’ He begs and you know what's coming ‘I need you.’

He lunges at you, his lips smashing against yours. Initially, you try to fight it but stop when his tongue pushes itself into your mouth to dance with yours. He walks you back into your house, kicking the door shut with his foot as his hands start to roam. You curse your hormones as you feel yourself growing more and more aroused by the second, letting out a gasp when his hand slips past the waistband of your leggings to cup your sex.

‘Fuck.’ You breathe as he pushes two fingers inside of you, pumping with reckless abandon and making you cum embarrassingly fast.

He’s then lifting you into his arms and carrying you up the stairs, your lips never leaving each other's as he nudges the door to your bedroom open with his foot and lays you down on your bed. Pulling down your leggings in one swift movement, he tears your shirt off over your head as his eyes grazing over your swollen breasts and stomach before removing his own clothes.

‘Fuck you look gorgeous.’ He breathes as he settles between your legs and takes one of your sensitive nipples in his mouth as he massages the other breast with his hand.

Does Frankie have a pregnancy kink?

Your thought is interrupted by him sliding himself inside you, filling you completely and you moan embarrassingly loud. That only spurs him on and he starts to rock his hips, his pace and angle sending you hurtling towards orgasm number two. You’d known that being pregnant made you more sensitive but this was out of this world. Before you knew it you were peaking again, back arching as he continued his relentless pace. He got another three out of you before he finally found his own, collapsing on the bed beside you bonelessly as he tries to catch his breath. You both lay there in silence for a short while, the sex haze beginning to clear.

‘What happened to us?’ He asks, the question taking you by surprise ‘You’ve been my best friend since 2nd grade but now we barely see or speak to each other.’

‘You know why Frankie.’ You reply, your tone a little irritated.

‘No... no I don’t. Explain it to me.’

‘Does this ever mean anything to you?’ You question as you between the two of you, noting the confusion that fills his face ‘Or am I just a release to you?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘We’ve been fucking each other for years, Frankie. Despite trying to date people we always seem to end up in each other’s beds.’ You state, pushing yourself into a sitting position so you can look at him ‘Does it mean anything more to you or am I just a cheap fuck?’

‘I-.’ He's stumped by your question, staring at you as he thinks of what to say.

‘It’s not a hard question to answer Frankie.’ You spit, growing impatient ‘Do you have any feelings for me at all? Yes or No?’

‘It’s complicated.’ This reply makes your blood boil.

‘Complicated how?’ You growl ‘It hurts me every time we do this because I have feelings for you. I can’t keep letting you fuck your problems away with me. I’m going to be a mum Frankie. You can’t just keep turning up here and burying your dick inside me to make yourself feel better. It’s not fair on me.’

‘You have feelings for me?’ You let out an exasperated huff at his response.

‘Yes, Francisco I do.’ You grumble, running a shaky hand through your hair ‘But if you don’t want to commit to me then this needs to stop. I have others to think about now.’ You finish as you rest your hand on your swollen belly.

‘Okay.’ He replies, pushing himself out of the bed ‘This will stop the. I promise.’

This was not the response you’d hoped for but it was an option you’d given him. You nod and watch as he puts his clothes back on. Placing a kiss on your forehead, he leaves and you just lay there and wallow in your grief that Frankie will never be yours.

~

You're eight months along now and miserable. You're not able to drive anymore because your ankles are too swollen and have to rely on the boys to ferry you around. Things with Frankie have been better since that night and in a way, you feel you had closure and you’d gotten your friend back in some capacity. He’d offered to drive you to get some last-minute baby things before she arrived and you leapt at the chance, you were embarrassingly underprepared. The conversation had been easy, talking about Benny’s latest squeeze and how well things were going for Will and his girlfriend.

‘Reckon shes the one.’ He’d said when the two of you had come to a stop at the lights ‘They’ll be engaged by Christmas’ He finishes as the lights turn green and he starts to pull off.

The car comes from nowhere. The sound of metal crushing metal rings in your ears the car is pushed sideways along the road and with one final bang, everything goes black. You can hear someone called your name but they sound far away. You try to open your eyes but find they’re too heavy. Your ears right as awareness suddenly returns to you and then it all comes crashing back. Your eyes shoot open and you look to your right, eyes locking with Frankies. You study him and find that almost all of him is covered in blood but he’s awake and he’s talking to you so you take that as a positive. Pain erupts through your belly and you scream. The sound making Frankie’s blood go cold and his eyes drop down to see you cradling your bump.

‘Frankie the baby.’ You sob as the pain increases ‘My baby.’ You cry as fat tears roll down your cheeks.

He looks to see if you have any injuries and he’s relieved to find none, just a small cut on your face. He tries to keep you calm. To tell you everything’s going to be okay but he can’t. He’s losing his battle to stay conscious and he knows he’s going into shock. Relief washes over him as he hears the sirens, helps is coming. He allows himself to relax before unconsciousness takes hold and everything goes dark. All you can do is watch as he slips away, cradling your belly and praying you didn’t lose them both today. Everything is a blur then. The pain consumes you and after what feels like an eternity you're finally given relief as you slip into a painless slumber.

Benny's there when you wake up, holding your hand as you feel your awareness return to you slowly. You don’t recognise your surroundings but it's clear you’re in a hospital, you just can’t remember why.

‘How you feeling babe?’ He asks, watching as you try to blink away the brain fog.

‘What happened?’ You ask as you look at him for answers.

‘You were in an accident.’ He answers, giving your hand a gentle squeeze ‘Frankie’s car got t-boned at a set of lights. A guy jumped a red’

It all comes crashing back. The pain. Frankie covered in blood. You look down and see that your belly isn’t quite as swollen as it was and your heart-rate spikes as you start to panic.

‘Benny the baby! Where’s my baby?’

‘She’s okay.’ He replies ‘They had to perform an emergency C-Section as she was in distress but she’s okay.’ You feel yourself relax a little at that but then you remembered what he’d looked like ‘What about Frankie?’

‘He’s uh... He's in a bad way.’ He replies, his expression sad ‘He was in surgery for hours and they've had to put him in an induced coma... He’s critical.’

You can’t stop yourself from emptying the contents of your stomach over the side of the bed. Ben is at your side in a heartbeat, pressing the buzzer with one hand whilst rubbing your back with the other. A nurse quickly helps you lay down again when you're finished whilst another goes about cleaning the mess you’ve made on the floor.

‘When can I see my baby?’ You ask the nurse as she finishes up her checks on you.

‘I can get someone to take you to her.’ She replies, smiling sweetly at you.

‘And when can we see our friend?’ Benny asks ‘The one that was in the accident with her.’

‘I don’t know but I will find out for you.’ She replies, giving you both a grim nod before leaving.

A different nurse returns a few minutes later and helps you into a wheelchair before she starts to push you through the ward, Benny close behind you. You are wheeled into a room labelled NICU and are greeted by incubators dotted around the room. The incubator you stop beside is labelled with 'baby girl' and your last name, the infant inside covered with a small pink blanket. She has a tube in her nose that the nurse informs you is just for feeding and that she is really healthy for being a month early. Then you allow yourself to truly study her. Her head is covered in a thin layer of dark brown hair and her skin already has a tanned quality to it. When you look at her you see him and you can’t help the choked sob that escapes your lips.

‘What’s up?’ Asks Benny.

‘She looks like him.’ You say, not really thinking about the words that fall from your mouth.

'Who?' He crouches beside you and sees the vacant expression on your face as tears slips from the corners of your eyes 'Who does she look like?'

‘Frankie.’ You reply numbly as you stare at her.

‘How can she look like Frankie?’ He asks as his eyes flit between you and the baby.

‘Because he’s the father.���

~

Chapter 3

[like-a-bag-of-potatoes]

Fresh Start - Birthday Boy

A/N: Part 24 of my Fresh Start series. This is a Mechanic!Dean x Single mom!Reader AU. After this there is just one chapter left, and then I plan on doing an epilogue. I love making this story, and I love all the amazing feedback i've gotten. Thanks to my awesome  and ever patient beta @thorne93 for sticking with me through all of this series, you are the best.  

Characters: Dean x Reader, Beth, Sam, and a bunch others that are mentioned.

Warnings. FLUFF!!! And some drinking, but I think that's it.

Wordcount: 1862

*Not my GIF*

“I love the smell of pancakes in the morning.” Dean wrapped his arms around you from behind and placed a tender kiss to your neck.

“I know,” you smiled, turning around in his arms. “Happy birthday.” You raised up on your tiptoes and kissed his lips.

“Happy birthday, Dean,” Beth shouted as she came running through the kitchen. Dean crouched down and accepted the hug she offered him. “I have a present for you, but mom says I have to wait until later,” she pouted.

“We best listen to your mom then,” Dean said, lifting her up with him as he stood.

January had been a busy month so far, with Dean moving in and the construction starting on the gallery, so you were very much looking forward to all spending the day together. Almost all day. Dean had to go into work to confirm an order and sign off on some other paperwork and you were going to go shopping and make a nice lunch for all of you, even Beth was staying home from school.

“Maybe the two of you can set the table? Breakfast is almost done.”

It was nice to have a morning without any stress. Beth and Dean were involved in a hefty discussion about something they had watched on TV last night and you just sat back and enjoyed the moment, watching them grow closer together.

“Mom and I are gonna go shopping while you’re at work and we’re gonna make a pie for you,” Beth said excitedly.

“Surprise pie,” you corrected, a wide smile on your face.

“Sorry,”

“It's okay sweetie,” you assured.

A little while later you were all ready to head out, Dean to work and you and your daughter to the grocery store. When Beth was properly fastened in the car, you turned to look at your boyfriend.

“I wanted to ask you what you want to do tonight? I arranged for Beth to have a sleepover with John, so we can do whatever we want.”

“Whatever we want?” Dean asked, snaking an arm around your waist, pulling you towards him.

“Whatever we want,” you confirmed. “I was wondering if you would want to go out for dinner and maybe a few drinks, or just stay home? We have that birthday dinner with your family on Sunday, so maybe we can go to that diner you like so much and then a few drinks at the Roadhouse? You can ask if Benny and Bobby want to join and we can invite Sam, Lexi and Balthazar as well,” you suggested. You knew that when Dean was with Lisa, she had kind of just taken charge and he just tagged along, you didn't want to do that, you wanted him to do what he wanted. “Or we can stay home.”

“Can we have dinner just you and me? At home? And then meet up with the others for drinks afterwards?” he questioned.

“Absolutely. Steak or burgers?”

“God, I love you,” he chuckled, placing a soft kiss to your lips. “And steak might be nice,” he added.

“Done.” You smiled. “And you can call me (YN).”

Dean laughed at that, remembering he had told you the same joke a while back.

**

Lunch was great, you all had a nice time even though you mildly scolded both Dean and Beth for eating more pie than actual food. Dean was very happy with the gift that Beth had gotten him. A little model of his Impala and a pink and green keychain that she had made him with some pearls. Had you not known Dean as well as you did at this point, you would have never had thought he would actually put that on his keys, but he did, and it didn't surprise you at all.

Now you were in your room getting ready for you dinner, it was almost ready, you were just waiting for the potatoes and you had just enough time to put on a dress and some makeup real quick.

Dean was stopped dead in his tracks as he laid his eyes on you. You looked breathtaking. Your hair falling down in loose curls, a bright red dress hugging your feminine forms perfectly, a pair of black heels making your legs look extra long.

“Wow,” he breathed from his place in the doorway.

You turned around to meet his eyes, the green in them extra bright this evening.

“Exactly what I was going for,” you chuckled. “Do you mind helping me with this?” you asked, holding out a necklace.

“Of course.” Dean took the jewelry from you, meeting your eyes in the mirror. It was something so pure about this moment. For some reason you were more excited now than you had been for your first date, and there was an electricity hanging in the air between you. Dean's careful hands sent shivers down your spine when his skin brushed against yours, his hot breath on your neck making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Dean placed a kiss to the back of your neck as the lock was secured on. You kept watching him in the mirror as he left openmouthed kisses along your jaw, turning your head to meet his lips with yours just as the timer on your oven rang down stairs.

“Damn it,” he chuckled.

“We’ll finish this later, trust me.”

“I'll just change and I'll meet you downstairs.”

**

“You want to open your present now?” you asked after you were done with both dinner and dessert.

“Absolutely,” Dean grinned.

“I had to get a little help from your mom on this, she was really excited about the idea. I hope you like it too.”

You handed him the small gift, watching him as he tore off the green paper around it.

“No way!” he exclaimed in excitement. “How did you get this?” he questioned, his eyes darting from the picture to you and back again.

It was a photo of his dad in front of the garage the day they officially opened for business. John had a huge grin on his face, a giant wrench in one hand and a little two year old boy in the other. Mary had told you that the picture had been lost at some point, but she had the negatives for it lying around somewhere.

“Come here,” you said softly to Dean, stretching out your hand for him to take, which he did, and you led him over to the shelf where you kept all your pictures, memories. “I made a place for it here. I want you to know that you are free to put your own memories in here, I want you to feel at home here.”

“I don't even know what to say,” he admitted, his voice full of emotion. He never thought he would see this picture again. “But if it's okay with you, I would like to take this to the garage, I've wanted to hang this picture in there since my dad died.”

“I figured,” you grinned. “That's why I made a larger copy for you to hang in your shop. I wanted to give that to you today too, but I couldn't get the frame done in time.”

“You are the single most amazing person I have ever met, (YN). How the hell did I get so lucky?” he questioned as he pulled you to him, kissing you with a passion that left you breathless.

“Dean,” you moaned as his hands started roaming your body. “We have people waiting for us,” you reminded him.

“Screw ‘em,” Dean growled and picked you up bridal style, carrying you to the bedroom.

**

When the two of you had gotten redressed and finally checked your phones, you both had several missed calls and texts, your friends wondering where you got to.

You hurriedly called a cab and luckily the wait wasn't too long.

The Roadhouse was a dive bar run by Bobby’s wife Ellen, who you met for the first time tonight, she seemed really nice, but so did everyone that Dean had in his life. You chatted with her for a while before Sam came and stole you away.

“Hey, Sam. I'm glad you could make it.” You smiled and reached up to give him a hug.

“I really didn't want to leave Jess hanging with the kids, but she insisted and I know better than to argue with my pregnant, hormonal wife,” Sam chuckled.

“Smart man,” Dean agreed as he joined the two of you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Have either of you seen Lexi or Balthazar? He told me they were gonna be here,” you questioned. It wasn't like him to not show up without letting you know.

“They had to go before you got here, something about Balthazar catching the last flight out to New York,” Sam informed. “Lexi was going with him. That's what I pulled you away from Ellen to say.”

“Ah..”

Everyone had a blast, drinking, playing pool and laughing at the many stories that was shared. It truly was an amazing gang Dean had around him and it warmed your heart that they now considered you a part of it too.

When time came for last call, Benny was almost asleep in a chair.

“How about we drop him off on our way home?” Dean questioned as he handed you your jacket. You weren't exactly drunk, but it had been a while since you were this buzzed.  

“I think that's a good idea,” you chuckled. “Did you call a cab?”

“Yeah, it's right around the corner.”

You both took some time to say goodbye to everyone before you hoisted Benny to his feet and tried to maneuver him outside, the fresh air bringing him back to consciousness.

**

Dean helped you take off your coat as the two of you stumbled slightly over the threshold to your now shared home.  You took of your shoes, rubbing at the mark left by the small buckle on the black heel.

“Remind me next time not to wear heels will you?” you chuckled as you stepped into the kitchen.  “You want another beer, or have you had enough?”

“I can handle one more,” Dean assured you.

“Best birthday ever,” he confessed when the two of you sat on the couch. He patted his lap, motioning for you to put your legs up, and he wrapped his large, warm hand around your foot. “Thank you, really. I had a great time tonight.”

“I'm glad,” you smiled fondly at him, reaching over to cup his cheek, feeling a warmth in your heart as he leaned into your touch. “I just thought it would be nice to let loose a little after this busy month.”

Dean lifted your legs and scooted a little closer to you, leaning in for a kiss. “You know,” he started, but stopped there, shaking his head.

“Tell me,” you encouraged.

“I never want to celebrate my birthday without you again,” he said honestly. “Is that too much?”

“No. I don't want you to celebrate your birthday without me either. You’re stuck with me now, Winchester.”

“I can live with that.”

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