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Smoky Old Barrooms, Saving Grace & Guitar Leads - Chapter 5 🐞❣️

A/N: 🐞... Okayz my dearest loves, I hope y'all enjoy this, we get to find out why Dean, ain't really doing so well.. sit back and enjoy.💕🐞❣️

Warnings: *18+ Only* sadness, angst, drugs, drinking, Some light swearing... Anything else let me know...😱

Characters: Dean x OC Grace Tucker,

Words: 2400ish 🥰

Cover & Pictures: Pinterest, Canva, Google

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Thick smoke hanging in the dim lit bar, some bluegrass band playing on a small stage in the corner, the harmonies is a little lost over the rowdy crowd, Dean sits alone at a wooden table, them faded jeans on the worn out leather barstool, paired with those brown stetson boots,resting on the rung, is enough to let the waitress give him flirty smiles. But he sure isn’t in the mood for that tonight. 

Letting out a humourless chuckle, life’s going good right… Music has been picking up, since he started doing shows with Grace, who is practically driving him up a wall, “don’t get me wrong”, he talks to no one really, “she’s an amazing singer and songwriter, but everytime it feels like, ya know something might happen between them, she pulls back, and act’s all holier than thou…” he grunts as he takes yet another sip of that liquid gold, fidgeting in his pocket, shaking his head, his hair falls in messy waves, every now and again obscuring his face, his calloused fingers running through the silky soft strands, his other hand throws the clear packet of white powder on the wooden table, taking his credit card out off his wallet, unwrapping the packet, throwing a little on the table, then lowering his face closing the one nostril as he snorts up the white powder, wiping his nose with his thumb and point finger to remove the remnants of the powder, he rolls his shoulders back to remove the tension, then pinching the bridge of his nose, attempting to ease the sting and burn, blinking his emerald orbs a few times as the coke starts taking affect, and he can feel that desired high starting to kick in, taking his glass of whiskey, leaning back in his chair, throwing it in the back of his throat and yet ordering another one.

Tapping his fingertips on his thigh to the music, barely noticing when the cute brunette that gave him his glass of whiskey and her number on the serviette, he smirked, maybe he’d call her to chase the loneliness away. Still lost in his thoughts he feels a small hand on his shoulder, and oh damn that voice of an angel, “Dean, come on, let me take you home?” he turns around, confusingly “Grace?” she nods and smiles “Come on, Cowboy you had enough for tonight” Before he could even find the words he felt the cool fresh air hitting his face, his bloodshot eyes piercing hers “who the hell do you think you are?” she just simply takes his hand, pulls him towards a cab, reluctantly he gets in. She slides into the backseat next to him, giving the driver the address, then turning her gaze towards him, she leans in, her thumb brushing against the stubble, she gasps softly “are you high right now?” He seems surprised.

Her tone urgent but soft, “don’t you dare lie to me Dean,” holding out her thumb, there must’ve been powder stuck in his beard, he rolls his eyes, grunting “Oh get off your high horse, not everyone can be as perfect as you”. Grace huffs a little “I am not perfect”.

Dean crosses his arms over his chest, ‘keep telling yourself that darling” his tone mocking. She locks eyes with him “get your head out of your behind…” she couldn’t continue with her sentence, as he broke into laughter, tilting her head, “What’s so funny?” He could barely speak through the laughter, but once it died down, he let out “you're such a good little girl, you don’t even swear” shaking his head.

She sneers “just because I don’t use swear words, doesn’t mean that I’m perfect” he chuckles “oh please, we’ve been doing shows together for nearly two months now, I haven’t even seen you drink a drop of alcohol.” As the cab comes to a stop, she lets out an annoyed grunt, “I don’t like the taste” of course that was a lie, she just simply couldn’t drink with all the medication she takes.

He laughs as he stumbles out of the cab. He glances up at the house, it must be her place, and he couldn’t help himself “If you wanted to spend the night with me you could’ve just asked” her eyes widens and her jaw drops “Excuse me.. I’m not that kind of woman” he shook his head, “of course not, you're practically a nun” she gives him a glare as she unlocks her front door, helping him to the nearest couch, he plumps down. 

She walks upstairs and comes back down carrying pillows and a blanket, handing it to him “You sleep off your high and drunk behind, we’ll talk in the morning,” he smirks “okay,” patting the couch next to him, “but only if you join me” she shook her head “Goodnight Dean” she walked upstairs again.He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips, whispering to himself “Could it be that she cared? And how’d she know where to find him?” It wasn't long before he fell asleep.

Leaving Grace upstairs in her bedroom, her chest heaving a little, trying to breathe in deeply, calming herself, the doctor clearly said, don’t get upset, don’t exert yourself, but when her friend called her tonight, letting her know that Dean didn’t look so well, she knew she had to go and help him. Only because she’s a good person, not because she’s fallen for him, head over boots,sliding down the door, “Dammit Dean Winchester, what have you done to me?” she mumbles to herself, her hand over her chest, he drives her insane with all his inappropriate jokes and sayings, but deep down she knows he’s a wonderful, kind man, who’s just hurting, and she’d be damned if she doesn’t just help him to leave the booze and drugs before she leaves this earth.

After awhile she makes her way to the closet getting into comfy clothes, then she makes her way downstairs, softly she could hear the little soft snores coming from Dean, she made her way to the kitchen, taking her medication, which is honestly just a bunch of pills, so she doesn’t feel pain the entire time, looking down at the bunch of pills in her palm,mumbling to herself, “why do I keep taking it? Not like it’s helping her in any way or form” she threw them back in her throat, quickly swallowing them. Sighing, quoting her Pastor again, “No Gracie, you got to keep the faith.” she looks up at the ceiling, “I’m trying”. Turning around making her way to the living room, covering Dean up with a blanket, making sure he is comfortable, she removes them stetson boots, neatly placing them next to the coffee table.She softly walks upstairs and gets into her bed, letting out a breath, whispering to no one “Please let me wake up tomorrow, and oh if it is Your Will, would you please let me see my sister get married?” with those last few words, like she prayed so many times before she fell asleep.

The orange-yellow glow peeking through the window, feeling extra bright as his emerald green eyes flutter open, immediately holding his aching head, he looks around still a little disorientated, then remembering little pieces here and there, Grace brought him here, to sleep it off, he winches as he sat up straight, remembering the things he told her, his face meets his palms, muttering to himself “what the hell, I messed that up” he takes his boots and pull ‘em on, gets up and find his way to the front door, walking without saying goodbye or thank you. Walking down the street, his head pounding, his hands in his jean pockets, cursing himself mentally for everything he said last night, she’ll probably never forgive him. He walks past the graveyard, stopping in his tracks, he wanders inside, straight towards Kevin Tran’s headstone, kneeling down, his hand running over the black-greyish marble, the surface smooth, but cold, a stark reminder of how he feels some days, cold, empty with a heart as hard as this stone. He starts to whisper, “Hey buddy, I know it’s been awhile and yesterday was your birthday, what you would’ve been in your twenties by now” he chuckles “you could’ve drank a beer with me man” his face saddens “sit man, I went to your mom yesterday, she still blames me for your death that day” he lets out a shaky breath “don’t get me wrong buddy, I don’t blame her, I blame myself, if only I didn’t drive that day” his hand runs over the engraved letters, falling to his knees, thinking about that day, he didn’t drink back then, no it was round about Christmas, there were a thin layer of ice on the road, shining like glass as the moonlight reflected on it, just coming from a show, it was late and he promised Kevin’s mom he’d bring him home safely, oh it was Kevin’s dream to become a famous rockstar, so he wanted to give the kid a chance, everyone has to start somewhere right?  So he gave Kevin a spot as a back-up guitarist. His breathing became ragged as he remembers as the turn came up, the car slid on the ice, making it impossible for Dean to stay in control of the vehicle, oh but he tried his best, but the damn ice were to slippery making it difficult to control as he saw the single guardrail that marked the border between the pavement and thin air, he tried to brake, he tried everything, but before he could register what was happening the car plunged into the darkness over that cliff, he can still hear Kevin’s screams as the car went over that jagged rocks and into the darkness, somehow flipping the car to its side and into a tree, it’s front crumpled like a soda can, leaving Dean and Kevin unconscious for hours.

When he came to, he could hear the sirens of the first responders and he tried his best to wake up Kevin, despite the tree branch that were sticking through his torso, towards his back, sticking out behind the seat, the blood trickling down, but it was like he didn’t even notice, he just tried to wake up Kevin, shaking him, screaming at him, but nothing, later he found out by the coroner that he was dead on impact, and Dean well he was left with an injury so severe that he nearly died, and oh how sometimes he wished he did, because the guilt is such a heavy burden to carry. The only thing he got from that accident, was months of being in the hospital, losing his girlfriend Lisa, and later on as he got out of the hospital, with still a painful back, he somehow got addicted to opioids and later it was cocaine and booze, woman every night, then eventually his own brother Sam stopped talking to him, it’s been years now and he still can’t seem to shake it. He cleared his throat, speaking with a slight gruff “Till next time buddy” he patted the headstone and got up. Walked out of the graveyard, feeling empty, guilt ridden and numb.

As he walked further than the road, he realised that tonight was a big night for him and Grace, they had quite a big show coming up, he inhaled and exhaled knowing he need to be his best tonight, despite his cockyness he knew his sales was down and to be honest music was the only thing keeping him alive. His mind started racing, Grace saw him, drunk and high - is she still going to want to sing with him tonight? Will she ever talk to him again? Is there a possibility of the two of them being something more than just fellow musicians? He shook his head slightly - 'stop overthinking’ he muttered, then his phone got a text from Bobby, his heart sank as he read… “we’ve got a problem boy, a big problem…”.

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The Ocean Blue ..

Where the sky meets the sea

That's where I want to be

Millions of litres of water away, is where I'll find you

On the surface of blue

Where the ocean meets the sand

With an outreached hand

Trying to catch just a mere glimpse

Of my heart's eclipse

With my head lifted towards the sun

My thoughts trying to outrun

The ideas of how perfect love should be

Can't you just love me for me

Forget the fairy tales and hand me a single rose

Then take my hand and pull me close

As the sky meets the sea

Safely nested against your chest

That's the place to be

Fill my wandering heart with love

Like sand on the seashore

And let us soar like a turtledove

Even in days when our love boat rocks a little too much

May we always find comfort in eachother's touch.

Untill I find you

On the ocean blue

I'll stand with my head held high

I'll watch the seagulls fly

Landing on the beach

Waiting, knowing you are just a little out of reach

Somewhere between where the sky meets the sea

Soaring, and being free.

- Denesca van Eck

- 31 October 2024

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Whiskey Scar's...🥹

A/N: 🐞... Okayz my dearest love bugs, 💕 another one done for @jacklesversebingo 🥰 yayaness, I know its been a while though, But I hope you all are gonna enjoy, its a hard topic but needed.🥰 Okayz much love🥰❤️🩷

Warnings: *18+ Only* This can be triggering, please read with caution... Abuse, Violence, Blood, Prison, Some light swearing... Anything else let me know...😱

Characters: Dean x Fem Reader,

Words: 1350 🥰

Cover & Pictures: Pinterest, Canva, Google

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Prompt "it was so worth the injury though" will be in bold. 💕

Raindrops fell on the black Chevrolet Impala. A Led Zeppelin song blasting over the radio, the muscular green eyed man hummed to it, he knew the words by heart. Reaching over for the hamburger he's been craving the whole day. 

As his left hand reached for his dinner, he saw something in his headlights, jolting the steering wheel to the side, pumping the brakes. When the Impala swerved to a stop, he got out, anger on his face, as he walks over to the crazy person, he just saw the back of her body, her hair wet and sticking to her clothes, she seemed to be drunk, it was the way she walked in the middle of the road, that made his blood boil, so he went towards her, his voice sounds harsh "What the hell? Can't you look where you're going?"

She flung around, her eyes wide and filled with fear, her shirt torn, she had a black eye, her lips were busted, there were bruises on her face, neck and exposed collar bone, the rain mixed with the red liquid running down her face, staining the rest of her skin, and shirt.

His jaw clenched, she didn't need to tell him what happened, he knew by the look of her, it was some damn coward, he gently approached her, his voice soft and low, "Miss? Let me help you" she just looked at him, searching his emerald eyes, for lies, or threats, or whatever was going through her mind, he took a few deep breaths and stepped a little closer, "please let me help you" he pleaded.

Her fearful eyes pierced his, her voice broken, tired and shaky "P... please don't hurt me", swallowing down the emotion, he slowly lifted his hands in the air, gently he replied "I won't, I just want to help you please". She just stares at him with those big eyes, he repeats his voice, sounds softer than usual, "I'm not going to hurt you, let me help you please...." Her body trembling, her bottom lip quivering "h...how can you help me?" The brokenness in her voice took him by surprise, and he felt a pang of sadness mixed with anger at the bastard who did this to her. 

So he slowly strides closer "why don't you let me take you to the hospital to get you checked out?" He quickly added "I just want to help, that's my only intention... I want nothing in return" she just slowly nodded and he held out his hand, but she didn't take it she just slowly walked towards his car, her arms crossed over her chest as if it was her way of comforting, maybe protecting herself,maybe even hiding the whiskey scar’s, so he walked next to her and opened the door. He saw the pained expression on her face as she made her way into the car.

After he closed the door, he went and got in behind the steering wheel and when he looked to his side, he saw the way she tried to cover the bruising, with the torn shirt, so he gently reached behind, taking his jacket and handing it to her without saying a word she took it and covered herself. He heard her distant sniffles, every now and then she'd wipe the tears, flinching every time. To be honest he could feel the anger boiling inside of him, he put that impala in drive and started making his way to the Hospital.

After a while he cleared his throat, and spoke in a gentle way "the name's Dean," she turned her bruised face. A faint smile on her busted lips, he almost missed the name she gave, as he had to fight the urge, to pull over the car, take her in his arms, hold her tight, help her feel safe, but he knew that weren't the right thing to do, so he nodded and replied "beautiful name". She looked at him, just smiled. After a few moments of uneasy silence she spoke, "thank you, I mean for picking me up" then softly adding "for saving me".  

Those words sent a chill down his spine, he didn't save her, that bastard is out there, and he's been on this earth long enough to know he's going to come looking for her. His knuckles white as he held the steering wheel, his voice a little gruff, "where is he?" Her head snapped towards him "w-what?" He could not hold it in anymore, "the bastard that this to you?".

She shook her head, "No... No... He's a dangerous man, he... He..." She started crying again.

Dean looked at her, his green eyes intense, "listen to me, I just want to go talk to him, please..." Yes he lied to her, he wants to beat the crap out of him.

So after a little convincing and asking nicely she answered his question with hesitation and gave him their house address. He immediately turned the impala around, speeding down the road, in a matter of what felt like a few minutes he pulled into the driveway. 

Her eyes widened, when he opened the glove box and took out a gun, with a frightened voice, "p.....please Dean, don't! You said you were just going to talk  to him” Dean looked at her, his jaw tight as he let out “Wait here” he got out before she could answer, made his way to the front door, with one last glance back at her, he kicked in the door. He didn’t wait for the coward to even react, his fist met his jaw, and he kept punching, the groans and moans coming from the burly looking man, didn’t make Dean stop, as he kept hitting the man over and over he kept repeating “you think your a man, beating up a woman?” he growled “you're a weak ass coward, lifting your hands to a woman who you were supposed to protect and love”.

Dean picked up the man by his shirt, “you’ll leave her alone, got it” he warned, letting go of his shirt, making the man fall to the ground in a bloody mess. Dean started to back up, the evidence of the beating evident on his knuckles. The burly man on the floor reached for his gun firing at Dean, grazing his shoulder, with a loud painful grunt Dean pulled his gun, and shot him. Walking out to the porch, took a seat and held his shoulder, the blood trickling down his arm, she got out of the car, and ran to him “Your hurt, oh my goodness, I’m so sorry” he lifted his hand to slowly cup her cheek, softly “He’ll never hurt you again” “but your hurt Dean” he smiled “It was so worth the injury though” sounding brittle “how can you say that?” he stared into her eyes “because sweetheart now you can heal” she burst into tears, throwing her arms around his neck, muffled “Thank you Dean, thank you” he didn’t reply he just held her until the sirens and blue and red lights appeared.

Yes he might be in jail now, but she comes to visit him every moment she gets, and if he has to be honest being here, is a whole lot better than where he sent that coward, But every single time she comes to visit him, seeing the lighter version of the woman he met that night six months ago, makes him realise it was all worth it, and if he could choose? Well he will do it all over again, yes he would, no one ever deserves to be abused or mistreated, they should be loved and cherished. A smile on his lips, a glint of tenderness in his emerald eyes, realising what day it is, he’ll see her again today as she comes to visit, the trace of those whiskey scar’s well it’s nearly faded. The guard letting him know he has a visitor, as he walked closer, he smiled as he saw the radiant beauty he saved that night.

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Finding Hope - Street Corners, secrets & Comfort - Chapter 4 💕🐞

A/N: Oh wow y'all 🤗 it's been to long but life has been busy lately, with moving😅 but I'm back and got plenty of ideas, so y'all are in for a treat, I hope y'all enjoy this chapter,💞 but goodness me, as I were busy writing this, my heart were beating out of my chest😱. So sit back and enjoy. Love y'all so much.💞 Also part of @badthingshappenbingo 💕

Prompt: I'm Fine - will be in bold.😅🐞

Warnings: 18+ only please. Violence, A body, in detail description of the victim, mentions of drug, using drug, hallucinations, weapons, blood, anything else 😱 please let me know.

Words: 2643 😅

A/N: All work is mine, please do not copy my writing, but feel free to comment, like and reblog. Thank you🐞🧡

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Chapter Name: Street Corners, Secrets & Comfort.

The sweat rolls down her delicate face, it's not that the temperature spiked, no! It's simple from the scenes, no the visions, okay let's face the nightmare she had, his eyes, his cold blue eyes, eyes of steel, hardened and lifeless, unless he, watched them, she bit her lower lip, she didn't want to go there, everything is going well, at work, finally at a good place with her parents.

But what! Why now? Why all of the sudden did she had a nightmare of him again, something must've triggered it, but what! Closing her eyes, falling back on the bed, the pillows feels a little uncomfortable, and the blankets heavy, ever since that day, she'd hold onto a blanket as if it's a lifeline, like it's the one thing that saved her. She opened her eyes, sat upright rubbing her temple's, glancing at the radio clock 2:45 , 5th May... Letting out a heavy sigh, "no wonder, I feel this way" she says to no one there, it's the day, 14 years years ago, she and Hope got taken. Quickly blinking the tears away, she threw the covers off her, got off the bed, then started pacing up and down, wound up, it's days like these, she craves ecstasy so much, its happy drug, ya know .. it's the kind that puts you in another dimension, well if your fine with spiders, that is... Letting out a humourless chuckle "damn I am losing it again," walking towards the kitchen, opening the fridge door, then closing it, and opening it again, it's empty, of course its empty, got to busy to do shopping. Maybe she can go for a jog? Maybe cross that corner, to just buy one packet, just one... Glancing at the clock at 2:57, whispering to herself "if I take just one now, it takes approximately 45 minutes to start working, then I'll feel better for 3 hours, I'll be off my high by the time I have to go to work, right?".

Before she knew it, she was out by the door, hoodie on, walking down the street, crumpled up money in her hand, she sees the sketchy looking guy there, just by the corner, approaching him, the guy looked at "move, nothing to see here little girl" her emerald green eyes piercing his "a packet of 'X'" he chuckled "damn girl," he hands her the packets, and she gave him the cash. 

With trembling hands she took the packet, and practically ran back towards her flat, and up the stairs. Closed the door behind her, slid down it, pulled her hoodie down, taking the pill between her point finger and thumb... Contemplating whether she should give in to the urge or not, her phone ringing startled her, without looking at the caller ID... "H-Hello?" 

He could hear it, in her voice, she didn't sound like herself, but he ignored it, it's just a little after 3 in the morning so "we got a case!" The urgency in Aaron's voice could tell her that it was important, "see you in 10 mins" she didn't wait for him to answer, she ended the call, got up from the floor, made her way to her closet, grabbed a pair of jeans and a button up shirt , she started dressing, and put her up in a ponytail, slipping the ecstasy into her jean pocket. No, of course she'll never use it on the job, but somehow it makes her feel better knowing it is there, even if it makes her feel guilty for thinking of actually using it again. Grabbing her keys, she can't think of that now there's a case. 

As soon as she got in her little car, she checked the coordinates of the crime scene, and then adjusted the mirror, but catching a sight of herself made her wince, some days as she looked at her reflection, the only thing she saw, was the broken lonely girl, not the woman she was today. With that thought she started the car, and drove to work.

She parks at the scene, and gets out, her FBI badge hanging around her neck, walking towards the scene. It's a public park, so the grass is short and neat, and green. Instantly smiling as she the scrawny, tall man with his brownish curls, "Hey Spence,".

He looks down towards her, she's so short and friendly, she is so kind always and a good agent, he likes her, maybe a little more than he'll admit, but she's not the type of woman who'd be into a man like him, a nerd! An awkward man, who's not good with the ladies like Derek would say, he smiles "Eddie, morning" as she looked up at him, he could tell something was wrong, her emerald eyes is troubled, his very perceptive, one of his strong suits, well that and having a eidetic memory and reading 20,000 words per minute. Concern evident "you okay?"

Nodding "I'm fine". She hated it when people asked that, so she got down to business "what happened?" He could tell she was far from fine, but also she didn't want to talk about so he spoke in a more professional tone "neighbourhood watch, saw something glistening and took a closer look, a woman wrapped in cling film, there's not a single drop of blood, so it was just a dumping ground" As he enlightened her she walked closer, crouching down, looking at the girls face, young about 17 maybe 18. 

Putting on a pair of gloves, she tilted her head side to side, her thumb at her chin, she had to check, tilted her head backwards, there it is .. "no" she whispered, she saw the small incision, in the crease of her neck. She took out her knife, and cut the cling film open. She didn't wait for the forensic team, she heard Reid say something but it sounded like he was underwater... She laid there, naked exposed to the whole world to see, her fingernails filled with her own skin, scratching marks everywhere, "bastard!" She kept repeating, as she looked at her feet, there it was the small needle marks. It's him! "The Collector" all of the sudden Meredith felt sick like she was about to puke, the sinking feeling in her stomach even worse than this morning, the unshed tears burning behind her eyes.

She stumbled to her feet,  shaking and trembling, her eyes wide as she looked up at Spencer, he looked down at her "Eddie? Are you okay? You don't look so well!" She couldn't form words, the collector's face, his eyes, his voice, his smell... Her breathing became ragged, sweat trickling down her face, her chest feels tight... Spencer placed his big hands on her shoulders, he knew she was having an anxiety attack, why he didn't know, yes this scene is bad, but they've seen worse, his voice calm and soothing "just breathe, in and out". 

It took a few seconds for her to register that someone was touching her, she didn't realise it was Spencer, when she went hysterical, "NO! No! Leave ... Me ... Leave me alone!" She said between gasps. 

Spencer immediately threw his hands up in the air "It's me, Spencer" but he could tell she was somewhere else caught up in a nightmare. Honestly he never saw her like this so scared, vulnerable looking, it's like she saw a ghost. 

Just then Aaron Hotchner arrived on the scene, he didn't get very far when he saw the concerned look on Reid's face, and when he saw Lang, he took long strides towards them. He saw the trembling, in her small body, the scared look on her face, without having to know the details he knew it had to be something with her past, and all if the sudden he felt this protective fatherly urge come over him, he embraced her, yes she struggled and mumbled something, but when he whispers in his low gruff voice "I've got you, your safe" it was the sentence Gideon said to her the day they found her. 

It's like she got out of her trance and then looked up at him, softly "Gideon he...he always said that" he looked down, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "I know". 

As she looked at him, realising, he looked familiar not his facial features but his eyes... She pushed him away, "you... You were there, weren't you!" Before he could reply, she started to stumble backwards, “get away from me…. Get away dammit!” tears streaming down her face, mumbling “I… I can’t believe this.. No… No… this can’t be happening”.

Aaron took a slow step towards her “Meredith listen to me, it doesn’t change anything, let us help you, your family, I know you don’t trust anyone, but you can trust me, trust Reid and your team, we’ve got you”. Her breathing were ragged and everything was a blur, nothing made sense, she could barely hear the words coming out of his mouth, she looked at Spencer who stood there, with a shocked expression, confusing written over his face, and at that stage it felt like her world came crashing down, she ran towards her car, she needed to get away,she needed to wake up from this nightmare, wishing - no praying she fell asleep and this isn’t real. 

Aaron tried to talk her out of it but she quickly reversed, and sped off. Before she knew it she was at her apartment, her safe space or rather her only place where she could regain focus, a sense of balance… She ran upstairs, opening the closet, looking at the evidence board, anger evident “Why now, you bastard, why strike after all these years?” She paces up and down, papers and flies flying through the air, as she goes through all the gathered evidence. “Why now?” she repeated out loud. 

The images of that girl in the park, that could have been her, fourteen years ago, she always did feel so guilty for surviving. And now to find out her new boss Aaron Hotchner was the second agent who found her, who saw her as that broken little girl. Screaming “How the hell am I supposed to face him again, arghhhh!” she threw a punch towards the sketch of the ‘collector’s’ face. Shaking out the bloody knuckles she fell to her knees crying “why… why the hell do you have to ruin my life still, you bastard” grunting as her back hit the wall, Her hands in her hair, she hated feeling helpless, scared and damn vulnerable. She rubbed her hands together, then brought her knees to her chest, the holstered 9 millimetre,uncomfortable so she unclips it. Removing the shiny metal object, clocks it and places it down next to her.

Removing her belt with the holster, her fingers brushing against the jean pocket, remembering the pills, “yes… yes I need it” the fingers fumble with them taking two… “The hell with staying clean” she mumbles before pushing it in between her full sweetheart lips, “I’ll feel better right? I have to” mumbling waiting for the effects to take place “I need to forget, I want to forget… why can’t I forget.?”   

She sat there, trembling, crying, clenching and unclenching her fists “Please I need to feel something else” she practically begs for the drugs to work. She grunts in frustration ‘Why isn’t it work, it needs to work dammit” Looking around the room, then up at the evidence board, she tilts her head to the side, out of her closet comes a big spider, carrying on his back about a 100 little black spiders, all of the sudden it starts to crawl up her boots, to her legs towards her thighs, up to her torso, then finally covering her arms. She can feel it on her face, her body everywhere. It’s been so long that it’s scary again, there’s so many and they keep coming and coming. Big and small… so many. “Get it off me… go away…” she begs. “Go away… get it off me” she starts slapping the non-existing spiders, clawing at her arms, neck. Then came the laughter, his laughter. “No… No… Please Go away. Don’t hurt me again please. Don’t please” His face was right in front of her and she punched into the air.

Spencer walked into her apartment, the door was unlocked and he could tell something was wrong, the grunts and frustrating sounds coming from upstairs sent a chill down his spine, weapon in hand he quickly but silently went up, his long legs only catching every third step. As he entered the bedroom, papers scattered everywhere, but what really shook him, was that 5ft2 woman rocking forward and backwards like she was a trapped little child, her whimpering and begging, “Go away, leave me and Hope alone” it was a chant, a desperate, heartbreaking chant. He catches a glimpse of the service pistol next to her, and then a packet of what must’ve been drugs, she sure is strung out of her mind. 

He slowly and softly approached, his voice soothing and calm “Eddie? Hey it’s me Spencer Reid” he repeated the same sentence a few times over, before she looked up at him, her pupils blown and in a swift motion she picked up the 9 mil and pointed it in his direction, his hazel eyes widens “Eddie, please don’t do that” hysterically she shouts at him “did he send you? Are you here to take me to the chamber?” the weapon swayed. He knew he looked intimidating so he slowly crouched down on his knees and spoke softly “It’s me Spencer” softly she replied “Spencer?” he nodded a compassionate smile on his lips “It’s me, your friend remember” she lowered the gun. “S-Sorry” he looked at her and despite the fact that he doesn’t like physical touch he pulled her towards him. Snaking his long arms around her, as she kept repeating “He’s here, his here” and he just cooed “You’re safe, I’m here I won’t let anything happen to you” and he meant every single word. The way she looked up at him, with tears streaking down her freckled cheeks “promise?” that one word broke him, the way she sounded, his own voice laced with heavy emotion “yes I promise” he went to sat down, not breaking the emotional embrace in fact he might’ve pulled her closer towards his chest, and she let out a sigh as her head rested on his chest as she found comfort in this, closing her eyes as her hands gripped his arm, he didn’t mind the slight pain, she needed him and he will always be there for her.

The coroner called Aaron Hotchner over, after the autopsy of that poor girl, the coroner explained that she was drugged, malnourished with multiple broken fractures, and that all the blood was drained out of her body, with her thyroid bone missing, he also told Hotch that he found a photo in her mouth with a inscription on the back, as Hotch took the photo he recognized the blonde much older woman from the framed photo on Meredith Lang’s desk it was Hope… he turned to read the message on the back. ‘Meredith Lang, you think you’re better than me, but I know what you did, so let’s play a game. You’re the little mouse and I’m the big bad cat. I’ll pounce when you least expect it. - love The Collector.’ Aaron clenched the photo in his fist, concern on his face. Somehow Meredith feels like his daughter and he’ll make sure that this bastard will never lay a finger on her again, he whispers underneath his breath “I’m coming for you.” 

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Hurting Angel - Chapter Six 💕🤭🐞

A/N: Y'all it's been awhile I know, but hopefully this chapter will make it worth it...❤️💕 Love y'all and thanks for the support my bugs 🐞🐞🩷

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language, violence, fluffy, fear... anything else I missed let me know💕

Characters: Crowley, Bridget, Lainey

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva. Also please do not copy my work!

Words:2008 😅

Chapter Name: Six 💕

Total silence fell over the mansion, the little girl's eyes wide, as she clung to her teddy bear, a small fearful tone in her voice “Mommy?” Nearly whispering “Cowley?” Her body trembling “Anyone?” But no one answered. It was cold, and scary, and oh so lonely. She sat there with tear stained cheeks. What's happening, why did everyone leave? Curling up in a little ball, she sniffles, wanting her Mommy.

The cold silence broke when Lainey heard some man's voice on the outside of the bathroom door “little girl?” But she didn't make a sound, she just simply held her teddy bear. The door knob turning, the man trying his best to come in but, it won't budge. The next moment there was a loud bang, and then a strained deep English “LEAVE HER ALONE”. Lainey nearly jumped out of the bathtub, screaming “Cowley, Cowley”. Her eyes darting to the keys her mom slid underneath the door, picking them up and then standing on her tippy toes, unlocking it, slowly opening it.

Crowley, sat against the door rim, he's heart aching when he saw Lainey's wide eyes, but before he could react she ran to him tears down her little cheeks “Cowley” he winces in pain, as her arms wrapped around his neck, “I am here darling, I'm not going anywhere” while her little trembling body clings to him, she speaks through the sniffles “where's mommy, I want mommy?” He cradled her, “I will go and get mommy okay, I promise” and he sure as hell meant that.

Slowly lifting her head, as she sat tied up in a wooden chair in some sort of factory type of building, her head thumping in pain, her vision blurry, her mind racing, Lainey all alone in the bathroom and Crowley, is… is he dead?. Her thoughts interrupted by a cruel laughter, of a man in the corner, she turns her gaze towards the dark figure “who are you, what do you want?” He kept laughing “oh Bridget, no hello? No, how are you doing?” she grunts “sorry didn't think this was a tea party!”

The man laughs “you've always been such a little firecracker” she moves her head trying to see who it is, but it was just too dark, “you know me?” She asked. He sneers “We'll get to the introductions later, but first you are going to tell me a little about, this so called information you have on my operation”

“Go to hell!” She practically shouts. He laughs again, but then all of the sudden another man's fist meets her cheek. She groans, and feels the involuntary tears running down her cheeks, but somehow finds the strength to sneer at him “that the best you got?” The man who just hit her in the face, hunkered down to look at her, “Boss we got a feisty little one” the man in the shadows speaks “oh! She will cooperate soon enough, all we have to do is wait for Joe to bring her daughter to us” at that moment it literally felt like her whole world crumbles “NO! Please… leave her alone, please” tears streaming down her cheeks, she's practically begging now.

The man in the shadows, grunts “shut her up”. And without warning the fist meets her face again and again and again, until everything around went dark, and her head slumped.

Screaming coming from the other side of the door helped her gain consciousness. All she could make out was “how the hell did Crowley kill Joe , you shot Crowley and where's the girl?” the other man replying “they're gone, completely gone” a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, Crowley and Lainey are safe. With that , it's like she found her second wind, knowing that the two people she loved the most are okay, she inhaled a sharp breath, and started tilting the chair back and forth, until it finally tilted over. Shattering the wooden chair, she quickly untangled her hands from the restraints. Taking a broken piece of wood, getting into a fighting stance as soon as she heard the door open the man bouldering “what the hell” he was surprised to see her free , “how?” She smirked, “you picked a fight with the wrong woman”

The man lunges at her, and she ducks hitting him with the piece of wood, he winches but grabs ahold of her waist, throwing her on the ground, kicked her in the ribs, a gut wrenching scream fell from her lips, and he laughed but it didn't last long, she was angry, they threatened Lainey, hurt Crowley and kidnapped her, her fist met his face and she kept hitting until he finally stumbled backwards and she got up, and with one last kick from her, he fell to the ground.

She quickly but painfully made her way to the big doors, looking down the hallway, searching for the other man, but she didn't see anything, so she silently made her way through the building opening the one last door the fresh cool air hit her face. She lets out a breath she didn't know she had. She heard footsteps coming closer and quickly hid behind a car.

Her heart beating in her chest, having to cover her mouth with her hand, due to her ragged breathing, tears burning behind her eyes, her heart nearly stopped, when she heard a gunshot, the voice came.

The man growled, “Lad's you better tell me, where the hell is my Bridget” he grunted again “you better hope and pray you haven't touched a hair on her head,” shoots another shot “I will kill each and everyone of you, until you tell me, where my woman is.”

She peeks out, it sounds like him, can it be him? She whispered “Crowley? Is that you?”

He paused for a few seconds “love?” He tried looking around but he just couldn't see her, then out of nowhere she came running towards him whisper-shouting “Crowley!!!!” He couldn't help it, smiling she's okay, she's here, but the smile disappeared, the moment when he saw her beautiful face beaten again, he growled “I'm going to kill every damn lad who did this to you” he brushed with the pad of his thumb against her bruised jaw, seeing her winch but yet lean into his touch, he gasped “Love! I'm sorry, I could not protect you”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide, filled with gratitude “your here now, you came for me again” he cups her face in his hands, his voice a little rasp “always love always” she wrapped her small hands over his wrists, “I…. I… thought I lost you” he simply shook his head, gave her a quick kiss, and spoke “no love, I have two reasons to stay alive now!” Her eyes locked with his “y ..you do?” Crowley smiled replying nonchalantly , and like it's the most natural thing to say, “You and Lainey,” Silent tears started rolling down her cheeks, Crowley looked at her concerned “Angel? Are you hurt? Why are you crying?” She shook her head, “No” sniffles a little “y…you are a wonderful man” he stared at her, and in her eyes, he could, maybe start believing there's good in him After All. He didn't reply, no his pride would not allow him to, so instead his lips plunged into her's, and in that moment he showed her, his heart, with a rhythmic dance of his lips. Despite the danger and the pouring rain, the world seemed to disappear at that moment.

After what seemed like an eternity they came up for air, he took her hand, his voice a little gruff “let me get you home love” as she just walked with him, but then she stopped, looking at him “How did you find me?” he Snickers “I have my ways” she glared at him, “tell me!” “Promise, you won't be mad?” Raising her voice a little “Crowley, tell me” he Huff's, “fine! One of my men betrayed me, that's why, they got in my house so quickly, and we'll let's just say I forced the location out of him, where they kept you!” She looked at him, some parts of him scares the hell out of her, but he did it for a good reason, her eyes drifting to his hands, clear sign of the bloody knuckles where he used them probably to ‘persuade’ the guy to talk. So she just softly replies “thank you”. Crowley smirked “anything for you love, but now it's your turn, how'd you get out without my help?” She smiled, and looked at her own hands with the bruised knuckles, “tell you on the way home” and with that they got in his truck and drove off.

She told him how she got out of that sticky situation, and how hearing that he and Lainey was safe was all the strength she needed, and of course he was curious as to how he's sweet angel has a certain dark past that she seems to keep hidden, he silently made a promise to himself, that he'll find out, what exactly makes this beautiful woman tick. But for now he's content in knowing that his two girls are safe, and as for the people who's after them, he'll find them and bring all sorts of hell unto them, his the ‘devil’ for a reason.

They pulled into a driveway of his safe house, catching a glance of how Bri's face lit up, as she knew she was about to see her daughter. He left Lainey with doctor Pierce, after he patched him up, They opened the door, and when that little girl saw her mother she ran towards her joyfully “Mommy, Mommy” Bridget fell to the floor hugging her little girl “I'm so happy you're safe sweetie, so happy” the two of them cried and hugged, and for a little while Lainey just looked at her Mommy lovingly, and finally she fell asleep, in her arms, the day’s finally catching up to her. Doctor Pierce's voice broke through, “Lainey said she knows Cowley will get her Mommy back to her, but until then she will not sleep” Bridget smiled looking at the old Doctor, who she came to love as a father “thank you, really, thank you”.

After they put Lainey to bed, Bri went to take a bath, and came out wearing one of Crowley's shirts. She walked barefoot to the kitchen, her breathing nearly hitched when she saw Crowley standing there in only grey joggers, seeing the bandage by his shoulder blade, a small gasped rolled over her lips, and she hugged him from behind, a brittle whisper, “I'm so happy you're okay,”.

He was taken by surprise, his heart beating in his chest, he just stood there, washing the blood from his hands, from the beating he gave one of his men, he turned around, placing his big hands on her shoulders, his voice stern “don't… just don't fall in love with me, I'm a devil” she looked up at him and smiled “Oh I know, but I still want you” his dark brown eyes piercing her as he warned “do you even know what a devil is?” She took his hands into her's, and softly replied “yes… yes I know…” he looked at her, searching her eyes, for a reason, anything, did she not understand who he was? She stood on her tippy toes, her small hand's sending a blaze of fire as it went up towards his shoulder then finally resting in the crook of his neck, while her thumbs are brushing against his jaw, she looked at him, “I know what a devil is, just an angel filled with pain.” She pulled him down so she could kiss him, he let her, and as their lips met again he whispered, “woman you're too good for me”. And in one swift motion he picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he led her to the bedroom.

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Stethoscopes & Triangle - Chapter 6 💖

A/N: OMW😱😱😱...Y'all, I know it's been a while, so sorry, life has been busy😳, but I hope y'all like this chapter, please let me know what y'all think... Enjoy 💕

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language, angst, heartbreak, mention of death, hard scenes, terror , bombs , anything else I missed let me know💕

Characters: Sam Winchester, Amy Summers, Cas Paul Summers, Dean Winchester.

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva.

Words:1875😅

Chapter Six 🤩

His eyes dark, wide and filled with fear, he heard the sound of rustling water, he heard the people screaming for his Amy and another man, to get out of there, but it was too late, the water filled the subway, he heard the people in the distance saying “Ain’t no way someone could’ve survived that” it felt like his heart was beating out of his chest, he clasped his shirt, trying to get air inside his lungs, but it sure as hell didn’t work, he didn’t even realise he collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, tears streaming down his face, he lost the love of his life, the woman he’d always knew would be a mother for his kids… the only woman he ever truly loved… She’s gone, just like that… GONE! He heard someone scream in the distance for a medic, for him, but there was a part of him that wanted to give up. His sweet, beautiful Amy is gone, and she’s never coming back. The medics came to him, saying he's busy having a panic attack, but in all honesty, it felt more like a heart attack.

Water everywhere, separated during the flood, Amy found herself against some sort of concrete, debris, gasping for air, water in her lungs, making it hard for her to breathe normally. Her eyes burning from whatever was in that water, shivering, looking around and then finally calling out “Dean, Dean?” but her voice came out sounding raspy, and more like a squeak, he needs to be okay, he just needs to be alive. Never in her life has she felt so afraid, so alone, so scared. She clung to that piece of debris, as if that was the last source of hope. Her clothes were wet, her hair wet strings clinging to her cold skin, she tried to make something out, anything… but it was so dark and water wherever you looked. With trembling hands she rubbed over her face, tired, scared, hurt and alone she found herself stranded. She drew her knees to her chest, resting her head on top of her legs, closing her eyes, recalling everything that took place, sighing as she recalled the last conversation she had with Sam, is that how he's going to remember her.?

He's breath ragged, the blood trickling down the side of his head, from some open cut, a piece of glass sticking, out of his upper torso, grunting “That's great, survived the war only to die in some damn subway, hell of a way to go” maybe he's crazy talking to himself like this, but hey it's not like anyone's going to sent him to some head doctor, grunting as he pulled out the piece of glass. He chuckled a little, when he saw a bottle of bourbon, drifting in the water, “at least there's some booze,” he grabbed the bottle, “ah! Damn, here I thought all my luck was gone, this bottle is nearly full” he opened the cap, took a few big gulps, with the back of his hand he swiped the last few drops away, closing it again. He screams out “Any chance for a burger? Just randomly drifting around! Preferably not soggy, and extra cheese.” He laughs at himself. He walks further in the water, coming up to his chest, it's cold, but he's had a lot worse. As he kept walking he heard a small squeak sound that called his name “Dean, Dean?” He could hardly believe it, it's Amy… he quickly moved through the water and debris, towards the sound, that's when he saw her, she looked so vulnerable, so alone, far from the strong doctor he met. His voice came out a little more rough than intended “Sweetheart!” The way her head lifted, the way she looked at him, it made his heart melt there and then, she jumped into the water, made her way to him, snaked her arms around his , in a brittle voice “Dean, your alive” he smirked, resting his chin on her head, “Got to try a lot harder than that to get rid of me” a small giggle escaped her lips, “your an ass, you know that right” his calloused fingers, found their way to her chin, lifting her head so he could look into her blue eyes “might be true, but at least I àm a handsome ass” she tried to keep a straight face, but then she burst into laughter, a few seconds passed, when Dean joined in, both of them laughing hysterically.

It went on for a while, might have been the shock, adrenaline or the relief that they weren't alone in this. The two of them at least had each other. They made their way to the fallen concrete debris that were out of the water, sat there, Dean wrapped his arm around Amy's shoulder, they sat in silence, passing the bottle of bourbon between the two of them.

With the bottle of bourbon, halfway through, Amy broke the silence, “Dean?” Staring into the darkness, “yes!” She gulps, “you think, anyone knows we're alive?”

Dean takes another sip, barely audible, “Don't know” Amy looks at him, her blue eyes piercing, “what the hell is the matter with you?” He looks completely dumbfounded, “what?” Rolling her eyes, “you're not exactly a ray of sunshine, beaming of positivity, now are you?” Dean shrugs his shoulders “Bite me! What am I supposed to do, lie?”

She scoffs, crossing her arms in front of her chest, “urgh! Your …” trailing off, then looking away. Dean runs a hand through his hair, “look I'm sorry, I'm not exactly good at this heart to heart shit”. He tries to look at her face, but with the dim light, he can't make anything out. “Please look at me?”

Still looking away, tears softly running over her delicate skin, trying to hide it, “No!” Sounding slightly brittle. He Huff's, “oh for goodness sake, are you for real? You're not going to look at me ever again?”

She scoffs, “fine by me” He raises his voice “AMY! Look at me damnit”. But she doesn't respond, instead holding her gaze on something floating in the water. He growled a little, “Don't make me get off here, just look at me!”.

Her head flung around, her eyes wide, a sense of vulnerability, written all over her face, something that nearly never happened. Barely audible “I'm scared okay, are you happy now?”.

His face softened when he saw the look on her face, without thinking it through, he pulled her into his chest. “Me too, sweetheart.”

Wrapping her hands around him, “the least you can do is be a little more positive” saying between sniffles. He burrows his head in the crook of her neck, “sorry, not my forte”. He felt her sigh, “I hate being so… so…” he interrupts “human?”. She lets out a muffled groan “yes”. His breath trickled against the skin in her neck “hate to break it to you, but last time I checked, we are human.”

Her fingers slightly clenching to his shirt, her head against his shoulder, tears running down her cheeks, muffled sobbing sounds coming from her, all Dean did was hold her close, in that moment the two of them found comfort in their shared embrace.

Unsure how long they were holding onto each other, but Amy's sobbing died down, and Dean, unwilling pull back a little, his finger sliding underneath her chin, tilting so that he can stare into her blue eyes, the way she looked at him, took his breath away, she was stripped of the stoic appearance she used to have, and instead he was met with a open, raw vulnerability that no one knew was in Dr. Amy Summers. His voice was a little rough, “Amy!” A small “mhmm?” Escaped her lips.

His free hand brushing away a strand of hair, without breaking eye contact he, hoarsely whispers “I really want to…” trailing off, not finding words, instead his lips plunge into hers. At first she was taken aback, but then gave into the feeling of his plump lips. She parted her lips, and he wasted no time, slipping in his tongue, and in that moment the kiss became passionate, hungry almost, his hands cupping her face, while her fingers tangled in his hair, only fueling the passion more. Only breaking the kiss when they were completely breathless. Panting a little, both of them share a look of amazement, and a tinge of embarrassment. Needing to get space between the two of them, Amy and Dean, go and shift to sit on the farest ends of the makeshift debris haven, not uttering a single word, each with their own thoughts, Amy can't believe she kissed another man, than Sam, feeling guilty, and something else, almost excitement, she loved Sam, but this kiss, felt different, felt exhilarating, as for Dean, his mind racing, never in his life has he kissed a woman, and he was known as a player, and felt such a spark, such desire, such fulfilment, as if he found what he's been longing for, for so long. The shared moment between them is nearly sacred. The awkward silence that fell between was palpable.

Sam sat there in the back of the ambulance, defeated look on his face, the panic attack had died down, but the heartache would never go away. He nearly didn't even hear the ringing of his phone. The vibration in his pocket tearing him away from his thoughts, picking it up, not even sounding like himself “hello?”.

The gruff, cold voice of Paul Summers ringing in his ears “ah! What's the matter, you sound sad!” Sam sighed, despite the fact that he hated this man he was still Amy's dad, his voice tired, broken “P-Paul! It's… it's Amy” he couldn't say the words, he paused, trying to regain the capability of telling this man, his daughter is gone.

Paul let out a cold chuckle “yeah! Shame that had to happen, I'll arrange a nice funeral for my daughter, she'll be greatly missed” Sam could not believe what he heard, his eyes wide with realisation. “You bastard! This was you, wasn't it! How… how … could you, she's your daughter.”

Unfazed Paul answered, “to my defence, I did warn you something bad will happen!”

Sam snapped “are you hearing yourself?” His voice was low, dark “you listen to me, you bastard.” Paul Snickers “okay sonny, before you go on and rant about how you're gonna kill me, How about you call the fire department, to your office, that's currently burning to the ground, oh! And thanks for leaving the witness files out in the open, you've been a great help.” With that he ended the call.

Sam sat there, trying to wrap his head around everything that just took place. Adrenaline and anger coursing through his veins. When his phone rang again, he immediately picked up, “what do you want” but the voice on the other end of the line wasn't Paul Summers, no, it was far worse… a ghost from his past …

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😱💕... Oh my goodness... Your right... 😋... Thanks for reading hunny 💕... Xxx

Classic Rock 'n Roll Love

You might think I am a little crazy

The next part is where it gets a little hazy

I ain't looking for some fairy tale romance

Maybe I'll meet my prince charming by chance

I really ain't into that whole candle light fancy dinners

Or those gold medalist winners

I really ain't into those pretty boys, with their hair all in the perfect place

No! Please, please just give me some space.

I really ain't into fancy car's

Nope! I'd rather lay down on the back of a pickup and watch the star's

You don't need to buy me some designer shoes oh please no!

I'd much rather dance barefoot in the rain, come on, let's go!

What am I looking for then,

I'd know exactly when.

I find the man, whose hair is a little messy

His more relaxed and a little less stressy

The radio in his car, is blasting classic Rock 'n Roll

In the middle of the pouring rain, he'd wanna dance or just take a simple stroll.

He'd say things like, I wanna lay you down on a bed of roses

Yes baby, let's do those funny selfie poses

Thank you for loving me

Thank you for being the air that I breathe

Life is like Living on a prayer

Oh, try it already, yes it's a dare

Let's make a memory

What we have is more than just chemistry

I'll always be there

Loving you and holding you near

Let's run and dance

Let's take a chance

Let's live a life, where we don't care what people think

Besides it could all be over in a single blink

So yes, ask me what am I looking for

Maybe it's a little less or maybe a little more

Classic Rock 'n Roll Love

Soaring on the wings of a dove

Making, memories, ! Being thankful, being grateful, living on a prayer...

And yes always being there.

Denesca van Eck

6/8/24

[nescaveckwriter]

Classic Rock 'n Roll Love

You might think I am a little crazy

The next part is where it gets a little hazy

I ain't looking for some fairy tale romance

Maybe I'll meet my prince charming by chance

I really ain't into that whole candle light fancy dinners

Or those gold medalist winners

I really ain't into those pretty boys, with their hair all in the perfect place

No! Please, please just give me some space.

I really ain't into fancy car's

Nope! I'd rather lay down on the back of a pickup and watch the star's

You don't need to buy me some designer shoes oh please no!

I'd much rather dance barefoot in the rain, come on, let's go!

What am I looking for then,

I'd know exactly when.

I find the man, whose hair is a little messy

His more relaxed and a little less stressy

The radio in his car, is blasting classic Rock 'n Roll

In the middle of the pouring rain, he'd wanna dance or just take a simple stroll.

He'd say things like, I wanna lay you down on a bed of roses

Yes baby, let's do those funny selfie poses

Thank you for loving me

Thank you for being the air that I breathe

Life is like Living on a prayer

Oh, try it already, yes it's a dare

Let's make a memory

What we have is more than just chemistry

I'll always be there

Loving you and holding you near

Let's run and dance

Let's take a chance

Let's live a life, where we don't care what people think

Besides it could all be over in a single blink

So yes, ask me what am I looking for

Maybe it's a little less or maybe a little more

Classic Rock 'n Roll Love

Soaring on the wings of a dove

Making, memories, ! Being thankful, being grateful, living on a prayer...

And yes always being there.

Denesca van Eck

6/8/24

[nescaveckwriter]

Love Ain't Pretty - #2 Don't Cry Long. 💞

Summary: Desperate to get out of her current situation, Kacie Atkins, goes home, well too her Grandmother's Ranch, only too find a older, handsome stranger and heartbreaking news. Finally learning the truth about why her parents took her away, 'Love Ain't Pretty' is filled with Drama, Secrets and Lies, laughter and Forbidden Love.🐞🩷

A/N: 🐞... Okayz, I am super excited for this one okay, like SUPER.. So I hope y'all enjoy this little treat. I love JDM, but I do not write about them personally, so meet Franklin Clay, originally from the movie Losers (just now years later) okayz bye Sweet's 💓

Warnings: *18+ Only* Some light swearing, feeling a little lost, anything else let me know.😅

Characters: O.C - Kacie Jones, Franklin Clay😋

Words: 2988 😊

Cover & Pictures: Pinterest, Canva, Google

Side Note: Please check out my Masterlist for more, epic stories🐞💕 Also please do not copy my work, or use it as your own, all my stories, is my own.🐞

The sun rays shining in, cast’s a golden orange shimmer, on her face, moaning slightly, at the bright light, opening one eye, trying to regain some sense of direction where she is, her eyes fluttered open, she is in her old room, shifting on the bed, letting her head rest against the wooden headboard, glancing around, a sad smile tugging at her lips, her Memaw left the room exactly the same. It almost feels like she’s that little ten year old girl, running around with pigtails again, laughing, not a care in the world. 

Before she could try and stop it, the tears rolled down her cheeks, underneath her breath “Memaw, I can’t believe your really gone” brushing away the tears, she swings her legs off the bed, and neatly packed next to the bedside table, is her boots, on the bedside table, her jacket neatly folded, her suitcases packed away in the corner. It’s disturbingly neat, that older guy, whose name she doesn’t know must’ve carried her to bed and place all the stuff so neatly, as she gets up, making a mental note, that she’d need to thank him, maybe buy him a gift or bottle of some expensive liquor, then sighing, remembering she’s flat broke.

Walking towards her bathroom, splashing some water in her face, her greenish eyes a grey today, almost hearing her grandma’s voice “honey why are you sad,? I know you’re sad, because that pretty forest green is replaced with grey today!” smiling, her Memaw knew her better than her own mother. Gasping “Oh darn, I never texted mom, I’m safe” sighing heavily, knowing she should rather call her, tell her about grandma’s passing.

The whistling kettle shook her out of her thoughts, who’s in the house? Can it be that guy? Before she knew it, she ran down the stairs, halfway, the freshly fried bacon and eggs, aroma filled the air. She walked barefoot into the kitchen, her eyes roamed over the tall man, with his darkish grey hair, for a few seconds she watched him, smiling, he kind of seemed so out of place, and really comfortable in the kitchen as well, he had broad shoulders and tattoo’s peeking out underneath his sleeves, he doesn’t look like the farmer type and yet somehow, it works for him, or maybe it’s just the cowboy hat, hell if she knows, what exactly, makes this man tick, classifying him as hot is on the tip of her tongue, but hell no! What he must be at least 15- something years older. What the hell is wrong with her, shaking her head.

In a soft voice she greets him “Morning” he turns around knowing she was there, he heard her coming down the stairs, he couldn’t help the slight smirk, knowing she stared at him for a while now, he’s voice gruff “Morning Kacie, sleep well?” Being barefoot, made her look even smaller, he glanced down at her, as she answered “Uhm, yeah I was out like a light, must’ve been the road and news, and…” she trailed off, and he could see, she tried her very best not to let the emotions well up in her eyes, so he spoke up “I made breakfast, and coffee” she smiled and said “thank you, it smells delicious”.

He gestured for her to sit, and fixed her a plate, pouring some freshly brewed coffee in her cup, his gaze fell on the way she wrinkled her nose, as she inhaled the smell, “smell so good, thank you.” he nods and smiles, taking a seat himself, starting to eat, watching her take the piece of toast and eating it, he takes a bite in to the crispy bacon, licking his fingers off, “the food okay?” she smiled and nodded “yes thank you delicious” he lifted a brow, “yeah? Then why haven’t you eaten a single piece of this bacon, too crispy for you?” Her eyes wide, you can practically see the gears turning in her head “uhm… uh.. I am just not that hungry this morning!” He watched her intently then “you don’t need to be hungry to eat bacon, it's the best smoked meat you can get” she smiled and nodded, “jip” he furrowed his brows, “oh hell no… your too city aren’t ya?” she looked confused “excuse me?” he basically growls, “you don’t eat meat do ya?” she looked guilty “No, sorry I’m a vegetarian, but toast is good'' he practically growled “You poor thing , just vegetables and leaves and lettuce, like a cow”.

Her jaw dropped “excuse me? Did you just call me a cow?” he shook his head, his gaze a little puzzled, “no… not really, but I mean your eating habits are similar” she stood up from the chair, crossing her arms in front of her chest, “Out! Get out of my house, Mr… Mr..” he fell in mid sentence, a cocky smile on his face “Franklin, Franklin Clay, little one” she huffs, squinting her eyes ``Well Franklin go, your rude, and I don’t need rudeness now” he pushed back the chair and straightened out , he couldn’t hold the chuckle, she looks like a angry little squirrel, cheeks all puffy, and rosy, her eyes wide, she didn’t exactly scream intimidation. She points her finger at him, “this isn’t funny, get out” she huffs again. And he had to bite back a snicker, he threw his hands up in surrender, smirking “Fine I’m leaving, but I’m next door if ya need anything” he walked out.

He got in his truck, and drove off slowly when he saw in the rear view mirror, that’s she’s running after him, with a plastic tupperware bowl in her hands, waving him down, he came to a stop and hung out of the window, amused, mocking tone “yes little one” she came to a halt, a little breathless, “firstly I’m not a ‘little one’ I’m a 30 year old women” handing him the tupperware “secondly here’s your bacon and eggs, enjoy!” she huffs and marches off. Shaking his head, then placing the bowl on the passenger seat, and driving off, laughing thinking “Ain’t she something”. 

Marching back into the house, huffing, the cheek of this man to call her a cow, just because she's against eating meat. Slouching onto the couch, urgh, he’s insufferable.At first she thought he was so nice, but hey if it looks too good to be true then it is! Sitting there tapping her foot, what the hell is she supposed to do now? She came here for advice and now she can’t even talk to anyone. Maybe she should call her mom, and then her sister, who rarely speaks to her, probably due to the fact that, she’s practically seventeen years older than her, then there’s her brother, they have a bit of a better relationship, but she always felt, as if she’s out of place in her own family, maybe because she’s the arty one, the only one who ever accepted her was her grandma, her love and care always felt so unconditional, her dad, always were a little softer and kinder than her mother, but only when mom didn’t see, he’d give her a hug, or a amazing pep talk, complimenting her art, or so on. Somehow it always felt like they were hiding something, but she just always shrugged it off.

After a while of drowning in her own thoughts she got up and strolled to her grandmother's room, remembering the letters on her bedside table. She took the one addressed to her with trembling hands. The whole room smells like her Memaw, she always had this one specific perfume, that she’d wear day in and out. She opened the letter, the first tear fell as she saw her grandmother’s handwriting… My dearest Kacie, my sweetheart, I know this would come to you as a surprise, but I kept my illness still. The only one who knew was Clay. He helped so much. I hope by now you have met him, he is a beautiful soul, a little rugged but a good man. I know your parents has always been hard on you, and I also know that you loved being on the farm, and how sad you were when they took you to the city, but sweetie, this farm is yours now, the paperwork is done and it's on your name, you can do with it what you want, but if you choose to stay, find a way to combine your art with this ranch okay, you have such an amazing gift, you enrich people with your art! And honey, please remember, don't cry long, cause there’s always reasons to celebrate life, find your joy my child, and always remember I love you, always and forever… your Memaw. By the end of that letter tears were streaming down her face… she had to reread it a few times, the ranch, the farm she grew up on, is now hers… but why? She has so many questions,... How does she break the news to her family?. How does she run a ranch? And why didn't the ranch go to her mom? Is this what she's supposed to do with her life? Can someone just tell her what she is supposed to do?

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Awww 💓... Sweety thanks for reading, and so happy you found it good... I already know how this is gonna end and it's going to be heartbreaking😭😭😭

Saving Grace - Chapter 4 💓😭🩷

A/N: 🐞... While writing this chapter, the emotions were running high extremely high... So fair warning, grab a BOX of tissues 🤭🥺🥺 okay y'all... L💓VE y'all...!

Warnings: *18+ Only* Mentions of a medical condition, and dying ... bit swearing, heartache,🥹❤️

Characters: Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Benny Lafitte, Grace Tucker, Kelly Tucker 😍

Words: 1800-ish😊

Cover & Pictures: Pinterest, Canva, Google

Side Note: Songs not my own, also, Please check out my Masterlist for more, epic stories🐞💕

The old man’s voice is gruff as he speaks to Kelly “Listen the whole point of this album, and show is about touring” Kelly looks at him “Bobby it's simple you sign it or you don’t, Dean Winchester needs Grace more than she needs him, and you know that’s the truth”. Bobby couldn’t deny it, the truth in her words, and Kelly drove a hard bargain, so after some small changes, and a promise of a world tour in a year, he signed.

Kelly walked out of that meeting with Bobby feeling satisfied, and saddened, she promised the old man that Grace would do a world wide tour in a year, letting out a humourless chuckle… ‘Grace will be gone by then, she’s only got a few months left, and I just lied to an old man, great job Kelly, you a horrible damn person, she cussed herself. As she left the studio she tried her very best not to break down, hating the fact that Grace is so strong and all she wants to do is break down and cry, life ain’t fair. 

The thought of burying her sister in a few months overwhelmed her and she broke down crying in the middle of the hallway, tears streaming down her face, her body trembling as she keeps replaying the news they got, not so long ago, the doctor’s words tumbling around “Sorry Grace the scan’s” the doctor’s tone turned sympathetic “honey I’m sorry you have less than a year left” she looked at the doctor then at Grace and she just smiled and said “Then I’ll make the best of the few months I have left, thanks Doc” she looked at Grace like she didn’t understand what he said , but she did. And Kelly wanted to do was break down, scream and shout, and curse and yell, at how it can be possible that her lovely, kind hearted sister could be taken away so early from her.

A hand on Kelly’s shoulder snapped her out of her thoughts, the greenest of green eyes met hers, a gruff voice “Hi? You okay?” she immediately knew who it was, not just was she a fan of his music, but her Fiance, is the drummer for him, and Grace raved on about him, of course she wouldn’t admit but she likes him, and not just about his singing voice. Kelly smiled brushed her tears away and said “yeah, fine thanks Dean” 

Smiling “You don’t look fine?” 

She nearly bit his head off “I’m fine dammit, just leave me the hell alone” Dean raised his hands in the air “Hell I’m just trying to be nice for once, and this is the reaction I get” he huffs “And people still wonder why I prefer Jack Daniels?” he just walked off growling something to himself. And Kelly was left standing, feeling ashamed and heartbroken, she couldn’t tell him the reason. Grace made everyone promise that on one should know, she doesn’t want to be treated like some kind of fragile person, but hell she was fragile. She started making her way out of the building to the car, time to act as if everything is just fine, like her sister is going to die.

Dean walked into the studio, huffing, the little muscle in his jaw jumping. He shot Benny a look “What the hell is the matter with your fiance?” Benny was so confused “Excuse me?” Dean growled “I tried comforting the woman and she bit my head off” Benny nearly jumped up from his sitting position “where is she, is she okay?” Dean glared at him “hell if I know!”.Benny didn’t answer, he shot out of there like a man on a mission, leaving Dean there, still kind of ticked off about the whole situation. 

Grace sat there reading, and humming to the songs they’ll be recording together, she made sure to get some rest the night before, drinking lots of water. She heard them stetson boots on the floor, and there he was, plain old jeans, a black t-shirt and white-creamish cowboy hat, and she could’ve sworn her breathing hitched, but hey she has a heart problem, so it ain’t got nothing to do with him right? His voice broke through, bouncing off the wall “Howdy Grace?” she smiled and greeted “Morning, ready to do this?” he gave her a cocky smile “darling I’m born ready”, shaking her head, laughing a little “good thing your humble?” he found his seat next to her, his forest green eyes piercing her “Oh Honey, why should I be humble, people love me” she tossed her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder “Oh your pretty smug aren’t you?” he laughed “what can I say darling? I am just confident! She shook her head “nope the word your looking for are arrogant!” he mocked offence “ouch, you know how to humble a man don’t ya?” she giggled and it sounded like a choir of joyful angels, “Nah! Just simply keeping you in check”. He smirked “Alright Miss Humble, why don’t we start with this song?” he tapped on the paper and she nodded, “yeah alrighty let’s do this cowboy”.

She started with the few first verses…

I pushed him away

And carefully said

I'm just not that kind of girl

You might think I'm square

'Cause you've been around and you're wise

In the ways of the world

I know that making is taking for granted

It's all easy come, easy go

He pulled me close and whispered

His gruff voice begun…

Now darlin' there's something I want you to know

I still believe in Waltzes

And girls with old fashioned ways

I still believe in love songs

In the good, in the good ole days

I've always liked happy endings

Somebody's dream coming true

I still believe in Waltzes

And dancing the last one with you

She pitched in again…

He slipped into bed, I turned over and said

I'm worried you working so late

Is it just your job that keeps you away, Lord

I know the temptations are gray

I'm just a wife, I'm just a momma

It's not too exciting I know

He pulled me close and whispered those same words

He told me that night long ago

His voice drew …

I still believe in Waltzes

And girls with old fashioned ways

I still believe in love songs

At the end, both of them started to sing in harmony 

In the good, in the good ole days

I've always liked happy endings

Somebody's dream coming true

I still believe in Waltzes

And I'll dance the last one with you

We still believe in Waltzes

When they hit those last notes, they were so in sync, like they’ve been doing it for years, Dean let out an impressed chuckle “damn that was amazing” Grace nodded excitedly, “yes that was perfect, that was amazing, the way you came in on that first verse ‘now darling’ that was mind blowing” while she explained she gestured with her hands, and he couldn’t really make out the rest, of her sentence because he got mesmerised by the way her lips moved as she spoke, watching intently, the way it curved, the way it pursed together with certain words, and then finally as she spoke and her tongue darted out, wetting her lips, to speak further, all he could think is how is it possible for one woman, to do such an innocent act, that was downright turning him on. He had to take a sip of water to cool himself down, and then he heard her sweet voice “You okay Dean?” he just simply nodded and gestured that he was thirsty. She simply smiled and took a few sips of water herself. 

Bobby, who was sitting, listening and watching to them, handed them the next song, and Dean shot him a somewhat uncomfortable glare, but of course the old man didn’t care. After Dean adjusted he started strumming on the guitar, and looked at her, smiling, a smile reaching his eyes. As he sang the first verse he knew never had a song felt so true, because he’d really love to lay her down.

There's a lot of ways of sayin' what I want to say to you

There's songs and poems and promises and dreams that might come true

But I won't talk of starry skies or moonlight on the ground

I'll come right out and tell you I'd just love to lay you down

Lay ya down and softly whisper pretty love words in your ear

Lay ya down and tell you all the things a woman loves to hear

I'll let you know how much it means just havin' you around

Oh darlin', how I'd love to lay you down

A slight pinkish colour crept onto her cheeks as he glanced directly into his eyes, falling in with the next verse…

There's so many ways your sweet love made this house into a home

You've got a way of doin' little things that turn me on

Their voices collided with the next few verses, and they couldn’t keep their eyes off each other, emotions running high, their voices, singing the words their hearts and bodies wanted so badly…

Oh darlin', how I'd love to lay you down

Lay ya down and softly whisper pretty love words in your ear

Lay ya down and tell you all the things my woman loves to hear

I'll let you know how much it means just havin' you around

Oh darlin', how I'd love to lay you down

Lay ya down and softly whisper pretty love words in your ear

Lay ya down and tell you all the things my woman loves to hear

I'll let you know how much it means just havin' you around

Oh darlin', how I'd love to lay you down

The song ends and the air is palpable with so much unspoken desire, and need, to simply taste each other’s lips, the two of them stared at each other, Dean slightly leaning in, merely inches away from finally giving in and tasting her lips, but the moment was ruined by Grace getting up and walking out hastily, mumbling something about she needs fresh air. Dean groaned out of frustration, he could’ve sworn she felt the electricity too, but no, she just left.

Grace hurried outside, trying to catch her breath. Before she knew it, she called Kelly, before Kelly could properly greet her, Grace rambled on “Sis, I’m in big trouble, the man… I nearly kissed, I nearly kissed him, I can’t feel this way… why do I feel this way, I barely know him… I can’t be falling in love with him.. Can I ..?” Kelly’s heart broke, she knew what her sister meant, “Gracie, sweetie… I don't know what to say!” Grace’s voice came out sounding slightly brittle, “This can't be happening… why? I can’t be falling in love now” Not now! Why did he have to be him” she grunted. 

Kelly tried to calm her down, knowing she shouldn’t exert herself, “please calm down, please”. Grace broke down for the first time since she got the news “K…Kelly, I can’t fall in love with Dean, I am going die in a couple of months, and I can’t imagine a future, because there is now future, there is now, rainbows, and roses, candle light dinners, whispering loving words to each other, there is nothing, that’s certain” barely audible through the crying “the only thing that my future holds, is my heart stopping in a few months, or weeks or days…” all you could hear on both ends off the phone calls, is heart shattering sobbing. 

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Saving Grace - Chapter 4 💓😭🩷

A/N: 🐞... While writing this chapter, the emotions were running high extremely high... So fair warning, grab a BOX of tissues 🤭🥺🥺 okay y'all... L💓VE y'all...!

Warnings: *18+ Only* Mentions of a medical condition, and dying ... bit swearing, heartache,🥹❤️

Characters: Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Benny Lafitte, Grace Tucker, Kelly Tucker 😍

Words: 1800-ish😊

Cover & Pictures: Pinterest, Canva, Google

Side Note: Songs not my own, also, Please check out my Masterlist for more, epic stories🐞💕

The old man’s voice is gruff as he speaks to Kelly “Listen the whole point of this album, and show is about touring” Kelly looks at him “Bobby it's simple you sign it or you don’t, Dean Winchester needs Grace more than she needs him, and you know that’s the truth”. Bobby couldn’t deny it, the truth in her words, and Kelly drove a hard bargain, so after some small changes, and a promise of a world tour in a year, he signed.

Kelly walked out of that meeting with Bobby feeling satisfied, and saddened, she promised the old man that Grace would do a world wide tour in a year, letting out a humourless chuckle… ‘Grace will be gone by then, she’s only got a few months left, and I just lied to an old man, great job Kelly, you a horrible damn person, she cussed herself. As she left the studio she tried her very best not to break down, hating the fact that Grace is so strong and all she wants to do is break down and cry, life ain’t fair. 

The thought of burying her sister in a few months overwhelmed her and she broke down crying in the middle of the hallway, tears streaming down her face, her body trembling as she keeps replaying the news they got, not so long ago, the doctor’s words tumbling around “Sorry Grace the scan’s” the doctor’s tone turned sympathetic “honey I’m sorry you have less than a year left” she looked at the doctor then at Grace and she just smiled and said “Then I’ll make the best of the few months I have left, thanks Doc” she looked at Grace like she didn’t understand what he said , but she did. And Kelly wanted to do was break down, scream and shout, and curse and yell, at how it can be possible that her lovely, kind hearted sister could be taken away so early from her.

A hand on Kelly’s shoulder snapped her out of her thoughts, the greenest of green eyes met hers, a gruff voice “Hi? You okay?” she immediately knew who it was, not just was she a fan of his music, but her Fiance, is the drummer for him, and Grace raved on about him, of course she wouldn’t admit but she likes him, and not just about his singing voice. Kelly smiled brushed her tears away and said “yeah, fine thanks Dean” 

Smiling “You don’t look fine?” 

She nearly bit his head off “I’m fine dammit, just leave me the hell alone” Dean raised his hands in the air “Hell I’m just trying to be nice for once, and this is the reaction I get” he huffs “And people still wonder why I prefer Jack Daniels?” he just walked off growling something to himself. And Kelly was left standing, feeling ashamed and heartbroken, she couldn’t tell him the reason. Grace made everyone promise that on one should know, she doesn’t want to be treated like some kind of fragile person, but hell she was fragile. She started making her way out of the building to the car, time to act as if everything is just fine, like her sister is going to die.

Dean walked into the studio, huffing, the little muscle in his jaw jumping. He shot Benny a look “What the hell is the matter with your fiance?” Benny was so confused “Excuse me?” Dean growled “I tried comforting the woman and she bit my head off” Benny nearly jumped up from his sitting position “where is she, is she okay?” Dean glared at him “hell if I know!”.Benny didn’t answer, he shot out of there like a man on a mission, leaving Dean there, still kind of ticked off about the whole situation. 

Grace sat there reading, and humming to the songs they’ll be recording together, she made sure to get some rest the night before, drinking lots of water. She heard them stetson boots on the floor, and there he was, plain old jeans, a black t-shirt and white-creamish cowboy hat, and she could’ve sworn her breathing hitched, but hey she has a heart problem, so it ain’t got nothing to do with him right? His voice broke through, bouncing off the wall “Howdy Grace?” she smiled and greeted “Morning, ready to do this?” he gave her a cocky smile “darling I’m born ready”, shaking her head, laughing a little “good thing your humble?” he found his seat next to her, his forest green eyes piercing her “Oh Honey, why should I be humble, people love me” she tossed her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder “Oh your pretty smug aren’t you?” he laughed “what can I say darling? I am just confident! She shook her head “nope the word your looking for are arrogant!” he mocked offence “ouch, you know how to humble a man don’t ya?” she giggled and it sounded like a choir of joyful angels, “Nah! Just simply keeping you in check”. He smirked “Alright Miss Humble, why don’t we start with this song?” he tapped on the paper and she nodded, “yeah alrighty let’s do this cowboy”.

She started with the few first verses…

I pushed him away

And carefully said

I'm just not that kind of girl

You might think I'm square

'Cause you've been around and you're wise

In the ways of the world

I know that making is taking for granted

It's all easy come, easy go

He pulled me close and whispered

His gruff voice begun…

Now darlin' there's something I want you to know

I still believe in Waltzes

And girls with old fashioned ways

I still believe in love songs

In the good, in the good ole days

I've always liked happy endings

Somebody's dream coming true

I still believe in Waltzes

And dancing the last one with you

She pitched in again…

He slipped into bed, I turned over and said

I'm worried you working so late

Is it just your job that keeps you away, Lord

I know the temptations are gray

I'm just a wife, I'm just a momma

It's not too exciting I know

He pulled me close and whispered those same words

He told me that night long ago

His voice drew …

I still believe in Waltzes

And girls with old fashioned ways

I still believe in love songs

At the end, both of them started to sing in harmony 

In the good, in the good ole days

I've always liked happy endings

Somebody's dream coming true

I still believe in Waltzes

And I'll dance the last one with you

We still believe in Waltzes

When they hit those last notes, they were so in sync, like they’ve been doing it for years, Dean let out an impressed chuckle “damn that was amazing” Grace nodded excitedly, “yes that was perfect, that was amazing, the way you came in on that first verse ‘now darling’ that was mind blowing” while she explained she gestured with her hands, and he couldn’t really make out the rest, of her sentence because he got mesmerised by the way her lips moved as she spoke, watching intently, the way it curved, the way it pursed together with certain words, and then finally as she spoke and her tongue darted out, wetting her lips, to speak further, all he could think is how is it possible for one woman, to do such an innocent act, that was downright turning him on. He had to take a sip of water to cool himself down, and then he heard her sweet voice “You okay Dean?” he just simply nodded and gestured that he was thirsty. She simply smiled and took a few sips of water herself. 

Bobby, who was sitting, listening and watching to them, handed them the next song, and Dean shot him a somewhat uncomfortable glare, but of course the old man didn’t care. After Dean adjusted he started strumming on the guitar, and looked at her, smiling, a smile reaching his eyes. As he sang the first verse he knew never had a song felt so true, because he’d really love to lay her down.

There's a lot of ways of sayin' what I want to say to you

There's songs and poems and promises and dreams that might come true

But I won't talk of starry skies or moonlight on the ground

I'll come right out and tell you I'd just love to lay you down

Lay ya down and softly whisper pretty love words in your ear

Lay ya down and tell you all the things a woman loves to hear

I'll let you know how much it means just havin' you around

Oh darlin', how I'd love to lay you down

A slight pinkish colour crept onto her cheeks as he glanced directly into his eyes, falling in with the next verse…

There's so many ways your sweet love made this house into a home

You've got a way of doin' little things that turn me on

Their voices collided with the next few verses, and they couldn’t keep their eyes off each other, emotions running high, their voices, singing the words their hearts and bodies wanted so badly…

Oh darlin', how I'd love to lay you down

Lay ya down and softly whisper pretty love words in your ear

Lay ya down and tell you all the things my woman loves to hear

I'll let you know how much it means just havin' you around

Oh darlin', how I'd love to lay you down

Lay ya down and softly whisper pretty love words in your ear

Lay ya down and tell you all the things my woman loves to hear

I'll let you know how much it means just havin' you around

Oh darlin', how I'd love to lay you down

The song ends and the air is palpable with so much unspoken desire, and need, to simply taste each other’s lips, the two of them stared at each other, Dean slightly leaning in, merely inches away from finally giving in and tasting her lips, but the moment was ruined by Grace getting up and walking out hastily, mumbling something about she needs fresh air. Dean groaned out of frustration, he could’ve sworn she felt the electricity too, but no, she just left.

Grace hurried outside, trying to catch her breath. Before she knew it, she called Kelly, before Kelly could properly greet her, Grace rambled on “Sis, I’m in big trouble, the man… I nearly kissed, I nearly kissed him, I can’t feel this way… why do I feel this way, I barely know him… I can’t be falling in love with him.. Can I ..?” Kelly’s heart broke, she knew what her sister meant, “Gracie, sweetie… I don't know what to say!” Grace’s voice came out sounding slightly brittle, “This can't be happening… why? I can’t be falling in love now” Not now! Why did he have to be him” she grunted. 

Kelly tried to calm her down, knowing she shouldn’t exert herself, “please calm down, please”. Grace broke down for the first time since she got the news “K…Kelly, I can’t fall in love with Dean, I am going die in a couple of months, and I can’t imagine a future, because there is now future, there is now, rainbows, and roses, candle light dinners, whispering loving words to each other, there is nothing, that’s certain” barely audible through the crying “the only thing that my future holds, is my heart stopping in a few months, or weeks or days…” all you could hear on both ends off the phone calls, is heart shattering sobbing. 

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Bundles, Broken, Maybe Healed? (Part Three)

Prompt: Bundled up in blankets - will be in bold,😱

A/N: YAY! My third one for @badthingshappenbingo 🤭, Okay y'all, this chapter is intense, I'm not kidding.. we find more out about Meredith's past and its traumatic okay... So good luck...😱💓❤️

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language, blood and gore, normal Criminal Minds stuff, going into depth off crime scenes etc, drug use,torture, anything else I missed let me know💕

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Dr. Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan, JJ, Emily Prentiss, Meredith Lang.

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva.

Words:3000ish 😅

Chapter Name: Bundled, Broken, Maybe Healed? (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Today was our last in hospital session, she’d go too stay with her parents, I’m thankful Jason Gideon took her under his wing, and she said she was ready, and I did sign off, but in my professional opinion, she’s in danger, of her own build up emotions bursting one day, but I will still see her every week for the time being, until then I hug my own kids a little tighter. Signed Olivia Walters.

He sat there, feeling like he’d cross a line if he ever caught ‘the collector’, he wouldn’t send him to prison, now… he’ll, he’ll kill him. The knocking on the door tore him away from his thoughts, his voice lower, rougher than normal “WHAT?” she stood there with a smile on her face, her forest green eyes piercing  his “I’m sorry about earlier!” clearing her throat “you took me a little off guard, and uhm” she stayed silent “agh nevermind, the point is, it's inappropriate of me, to punch you and…” he stopped her mid sentence “okay I get it, close the door behind you” and without saying another word she left his office. Running a hand over his face, he knew that was unquestioned for, but he didn’t want to deal with that right now, hell he wasn’t even sure how’d he look her in the eye after reading through her file, but he started reading over it again…

 She did the missed years of school in one year, studying hard, taking various self defence classes, even more advance martial arts classes, Jason Gideon became a second father to her, training her, guiding her, she did everything she could to become part of the FBI, coming through various obstacles, one of those her parents, but she pushed herself, her drive, her motivation ‘Finding Hope’ and despite everything she did, but before they could send her in the field it was time for her psych eval, she passed with flying colours, but we’ll soon learn, she had a bit problem with authority, someone tugging or grabbing her, she’ll punch first, apologise later, Hotch left out a chuckle, he knows how that feels. She is really impulsive, she’s not concerned about her own safety, she’ll get into any situation, as long as someone doesn’t need to go through it. But she’s a damn great profiler, so Jason Gideon was happy about the progress. She was one of the most skilled agents he’s ever seen, he was proud.

She flourished, she loved her job, she and her family were close again, but one night she called me, I could hear it in her voice, ‘Gideon he’s gone, some weak bastard shot him’ I was shocked but more worried about her, he had a significant role in life. ‘I relapsed’ she said ‘I bought ecstasy, the spiders are back’ I realised she was high as she spoke to me, so I made my way over to her apartment, by now I cared about her like she was my own daughter, I found her sitting on the floor, tear stained cheeks, her service weapon in hand, loaded, high out of her mind, ‘I’ve been doing this job for what 3-4 years? And I still haven’t found Hope or the collector and now Gideon is gone’  I saw it etched on her face, the look in her eyes, she was ready to leave everything behind. 

It’s been a few months, she threw herself back into her work, but she seems to be doing better now. I saw her again today, she looked good. But she’s a complex person, not that I blame her with the trauma she’s gone through.

Hotch sat back in his chair, thinking about all the red flags she’s got, yet he was intrigued by her strength, she doesn’t carry around the whole victim badge, he couldn’t help to think maybe she healed. But at the back of his mind he knew, deep down in this 30 year old woman, that 16 year old girl is still stuck inside her. With one click, he closed the file, almost a silent wish, that he’d never started reading it in the first place.

She walked into her apartment, exhausted of the day, still pretty sore, she kicked off her shoes, poured herself a glass of wine, moved the box ‘childhood memories’ over to her bedroom, opening her closet starting to unpack the box, placing the evidence against the doors, over these 13 years she gathered so much of the bone collector, she could never catch him so far, and as she pinned the pencil sketch, of him, that she sketched over and over, remembering every detail, she sat against the bed, knees drawn to her chest, chin resting on her kneecaps, muttering “I’ll get you, and when I do, you’d wish you never abducted me that day” it was a ritual by now. Almost a sort of mantra and she meant every word. She’ll never speak off all the things he did to them, but she’ll never forget it, NEVER!.

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Bundled, Broken Maybe Healed (Part 2)

Prompt: Bundled up in blankets - will be in bold,😱

A/N: YAY! My third one for @badthingshappenbingo 🤭, Okay y'all, this chapter is intense, I'm not kidding.. we find more out about Meredith's past and its traumatic okay... So good luck...😱💓❤️

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language, blood and gore, normal Criminal Minds stuff, going into depth off crime scenes etc, drug use,torture, anything else I missed let me know💕

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Dr. Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan, JJ, Emily Prentiss, Meredith Lang.

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva.

Words:3000ish 😅

Chapter Name: Bundled, Broken, Maybe Healed? (Part one) (part two) (Part three)

something, the pinch between my toes was horrible, but the pain didn’t last long, no! I saw these little bits of spiders coming from everywhere, I tried my best to smash them but I couldn’t due restraints, it was scary, the spiders I mean, I never was a fan, I’m not sure how long it lasted, but it felt like I wanted to crawl, get out of my skin, out of my body. So when my first high came down I was back in the cage, watching how he would drug Hope,’ she paused, looked at me and said ‘no! He , Never did touch us, you know… I guess we could be thankful, this was clearly not a sexual thing,  more sadistic, he got off on our fear.’ I looked at her, this teenager who went through something horrible, and I realised that she is one intelligent human being, she profilled this man, without any experience, so she looked at me “you know, what one day, I will find Hope, and I will find the collector and I put him behind bars, make him suffer the way we did.’ I knew right then and there I needed to call Jason Gideon, maybe her healing journey starts with justice. And as the days passed and she spoke, of her time, that  everyday he’d do it over and over again, how he broke in the girls, to listen too him, too obey him, every order, he’’l train them like dogs, to fight each other, and how she did not participate in it, she’ll let the others beat her up, even Hope in the end started to beat her up, but that day she broke down, she sobbed, not because she felt the pain of her best friend turning on her, no, but because she couldn’t save her, she couldn’t stop him, from brain washing her, from ruining her, she looked me and my heart shattered, her words tore through me ‘if only I could help Hope be strong enough, he would’ve thrown her out just like me, I tried, I tried to talk to her, to make her strong, but nothing work’ she clenched her fist, ‘The collector got rid of me,because of  not listening I was bad for his business, no one wanted buy me, hell I don’t even think he advertised, but he tried to make me fear him,, and internally I did, but I didn’t show it, he would starve me for, days, I felt weak, at first but after a while, numb…  so one day he pumped me full of drugs, and I remember thinking, this is it, finally I’ll overdose and this nightmare will be over, till today I remember feeling, cold like really cold, and I wrapped myself in blankets and it didn’t help, by now I was so used to seeing the spiders, that I would talk to them, I knew they weren’t real, but to me, they we the only familiarity that I had, so I felt comfortable with, them.’ she gave a humorless laugh ‘Now, I’m probably never getting out of here doc am I?’ I smiled and told her that I understood, but really how could I? I have a feeling she deliberately skips parts, that’s too painful to tell over, or she’s afraid that she’ll scare someone, she is highly sensitive but she doesn’t show it, she hates feeling vulnerable, the moment she’ll feel scared she lash out, but at the same time she’ll care about the people around. She trusts no one, in one of our sessions she disclosed that she doesn’t even trust her parents. Sometimes I try to press that subject, but she’ll ignore it, saying ‘one time thing doc’ and start talking about something different. 

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Bundled, Broken, Maybe Healed? (Part 1)

Prompt: Bundled up in blankets - will be in bold,😱

A/N: YAY! My third one for @badthingshappenbingo 🤭, Okay y'all, this chapter is intense, I'm not kidding.. we find more out about Meredith's past and its traumatic okay... So good luck...😱💓❤️

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language, blood and gore, normal Criminal Minds stuff, going into depth off crime scenes etc, drug use,torture, anything else I missed let me know💕

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Dr. Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan, JJ, Emily Prentiss, Meredith Lang.

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva.

Words:3000ish 😅

Chapter Name: Bundled, Broken, Maybe Healed? (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Hotch sat there, the emotion caught in his throat, glancing at the document in front of him, then over to her sitting at her desk, rereading the file from top to bottom again. Of course it was filled with the basic information, height, etc, but what rattled him, is what she went through, her story started when she was sixteen, at the mall with her best friend Hope Jefferson, they got abducted.  He skimmed the pages once again, clenching and unclenching his fist. As he read over the lines when she was found or rather rescued, Jason Gideon and Aaron Hothcner found Meredith Lang (17) bundled up in blankets in a cage. Dehydrated, beaten, bruised, curled up little girl, only skin and bone, her abductor withheld food from her, she was malnourished for sure, she was strung out on a mixture of drugs. 

How did he not recognize her? How is it possible that he saved her 13 years ago, and he didn’t know it. Does she recognize him? How could she, she was high out of her mind when they found her. He glanced at the pictures of the fragile, broken little girl, and today she’s a strong sassy woman. He read the file further on from the psychiatrist Olivia Walters , once BAU saved her she, went to a psychiatric hospital, to get clean, and to work through her trauma, for a couple of months she didn’t really talk, didn’t really open up, she couldn’t grasped that she was saved, that she was, free, I’ve noticed that when she gets stressed that she’ll pick at her fingernails, and when her parents came to visit, she’ll smile and act she’s fine, that what she went through is nothing, I’ll try my best for her to open up, but nothing worked. 

But today, I made a breakthrough, later I learned it was Hope’s birthday, she sat there looking at me with those intense green eyes, filled with determination, she spoke ‘I’m not broken you know, he could never break me, he broke the others, he even broke Hope, she didn’t deserve it’ after I asked what does she mean she started, she told me ‘The day we got taken by him ‘The Collector’ he called himself, I made a promise, to myself, to Hope to my parents, I will not break, I will hold on, and I will get out of this’ she didn’t cry, she clearly distanced herself from her own emotions, as if she was telling me a story, from a book. ‘He threw us that night in a cage, making sick, vulgar jokes, he’d tell us that after he would break us in, so that we could be the perfect little dolls, that he’d sell us off to the highest bidder, and after he’d got his money, he’d take the girl back, and collect the hyoid bone in their throats so that we can’t scream and can’t swallow, we’ll need him for everything, you’ll be his little puppet, to have forever.’ I sat there listening to her telling me about this man, what he did, what he said, and I thought about my own kids, I was terrified, she didn’t shed one tear ‘So as the days went on he’ll take one for one, and some will do as he says, eating, or drinking water like a caged dog on a chain, obeying every word, and other was too afraid to do anything, he’ll beat, kick, smash their face in, leave them there, some didn’t make it, so the rest of the other girls who was there longer than me and Hope obeyed every rule, as for me and my best friend we clung to each other , like our lives depended on it, a few days passed and it was our turn, he dragged me out of the cage, and of course I was kicking and screaming, Hope was shouting ‘NO’, I remember looking at her terrified face, thinking, I hope he spares her from whatever his about to do to me,  and I… uhm… well I looked at him taking in his face, every detail of this burly man. So he dragged me to this chair looked like dentist chair, you know, there were this big lights, I remember scratching him, he was so angry, I could feel his skin under my nails, he punched me through the face and I remember being so sore, so unexpected, type of pain I never felt it before, so he picked me, strapped me in the chair, and took some kind of needle filled with...

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She said yes ...

She said yes!

The smile on your face doesn't make it hurt any less

Ah! Here comes celebratory hugging

As I'm holding onto him, the pain in my chest tugging

He smiles and said "he's so happy"

I jokingly replied "yeah! Yeah! This is all a little too sappy"

But deep down, I'm lying

That could be you and me trying

To build a life together

Filled with love and laughter

"She's perfect" you say

Just nodding "yeah in every way"

Watching the two of you

Is breaking my heart and no one has a clue.

Lifting the glass of champagne in the air

Celebrating the engagement thinking life Ain't fair.

Does he not know how I feel

What about all the glances we'd steal

From across the room

But now they stand there to be bride and groom

Almost internally laughing at myself

A smile at the corners of my mouth

At the sadness in my heart

Tears behind my eyes threatening to start

Taking a few more sips

Trying to avert my gaze from his perfect damn lips.

Some other guy trying to get my attention "Hey pretty little missy"

I just simply walked away feeling kinda tipsy

Colliding into what felt like a brick wall

But no! It had to be you all handsome and tall

Your voice comes down in a wave

Didn't even hear a word, got mesmerized by your good-looking face

Your eyes locked with mine

Replying to your question "I'm doing just fine"

"just simply to much bubbly"

Silently Wishing I get to call you my hubby

For a moment I saw a glimpse of something, a spark? A feeling? In your eyes

But it's probably just my mind playing tricks on me, creating all sort of lies.

I stood in front of him wide eyed,

So many things rushing through my mind

And for a second I could see myself tasting your lips, but hey I'm not the cheating kind.

So instead I just smiled and said "I am so happy she said yes"

And walked away, my heart left in a broken to pieces, kinda mess.

-25 June 2024

-Denesca van Eck

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hi! are you accepting requests?

🐞💞... Awww hello sweetheart.... Yes I do, take requests from multiple fandoms, ask and you shall receive...🐞🥰🩷 Have an amazing day love ..🥳🩷🐞

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Awww 🤭💖🤗🥰... I'm so happy and grateful you enjoyed it... 🥰💖

Hey, lovely! 🥰

So I'll put the request here too to make it easier for you to answer: can I request a fic from you where Dean falls asleep on Y/N's shoulder when they're hanging out with her family like that dream I told you about 🥹 something sweet and fluffy, and maybe she'll later tease Dean, but just a little 😆🤭

Love you and thank you! 🤍☀️

❤️. Awww @k-slla 🐞... I really hope this is what you had in mind, Oh goodness 🤭 its such a cute request 🥰 and I love you too 💕... Also I'm going to tag @artyandink for my first post on the #Jensenathon and then @anyfandomgoesbingo for my fist square ('Game Night, will be in bold') 🤭🥰 hopefully y'all like this . 🥰🤭🐞

Warnings: I'm going to say 18+ only ya know just for precaution 😅 but honestly there's none, just fluffy and sweetness.

Words: 1015

A little fun !! 🤭❤️❤️

He's hand runs over his freckled face, it's been a rough couple of days, he's been struggling more to sleep, than in a while, everything weighing so heavily on his shoulders, so when I came running towards him, big smile plastered on my face, almost excitedly jumping up and down, like a two year old, "Dean! Babe?" His green eyes stare into mine, and I feel butterflies swirling around again, "Sweetheart? Don't you seem all excited!" 

Laughing "I am, it's been awhile since we had a fun time" giving him a Bambi-like glaze "so, my parents invited us to Game night, please can we go?" 

He couldn't keep the smile from tugging at the corners of his perfect plum lips, "That sounds like fun sweetheart"

 "Really?" I yelped.

He pulls me into one of those breath stopping hugs, tugging his head into the crook of my neck , the hot air of his breath tickling against my skin , while he whispers "your the only bit of light in this world you know that?" I just hugged him back, unsure how to reply, the emotion welling up in my eyes, so instead of saying a single word, I held him tight, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, just lightly running my fingers, in his hair. I'm not sure how long we held each other in that heartfelt embrace but without saying a single word, it spoke of love, trust, peace, maybe the only sense of peace we had in our lives.

Blasting the radio loudly, playing Dean's favourite Led Zeppelin songs, on the drive over to my parents house, we got out, in a quite cheerful mood, well I could still see the heaviness in those emerald green orbs of his, but I made a quick promise to myself that, I'll do anything in my power, to make sure he has a little fun and relaxes a bit. So without further due, I grabbed his hand, which in return he held the beer and some of the snacks. We rang the doorbell and got welcomed as if we were long lost. We walked in and the living room, spoke of fun with the board games all stacked up, there was wine, and beer, finger foods, it spelled laughter and fun.

 As the night got started and we were teamed up together we laughed and shared stories throughout the games. When Dean ate all the pie and some other snacks, me and my mom went into the kitchen, to get some more snacks. When she smiled looked at me and said, "Sweetie,you look so happy are you?" 

My eyes glistened, "Mom! I'm not happy, I'm overjoyed, I simply adore Dean, I love him more than anything in this world" soft tears rolled down my mom's cheeks, "Sweetie I'm so happy for you, he looks like a good man" I nod, "He is mom, he has his problems but when it comes to me, he treats me like a queen". And with that we walked back to where Dean and the rest of my family were sitting. He gave me that smirk, of his, the one that made my knees weak, and I smile back, he pats the seat next to him, and I gladly obliged, he placed a sweet kiss on my cheek, I placed my hand on his thigh, giving him a slight squeeze, after my father cleared his throat he said we should maybe play a card game, and so we started.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter, an accusation of cheating every now and again, but it was all playful, and light hearted fun, and as the night went on, everyone taking turns, when it came to Dean's turn, I felt his head resting on my shoulder, and when I looked down, I saw his eyes were closed, the man fell asleep in the middle of room filled with people. I didn't have the heart to wake him up, or even stir a little, so I took the beer out of his hand, and the left over cards and sat it down with mine, mouthing to my parents that we are done playing for the night so I just watched them play further on, until one for one got up and either went home or to bed, leaving me and Dean in the living room, his head still on my shoulder. It didn't take long for my eyelids to fall close, my head gently rested against him.

The night turned into early morning sunrays lighting up the room, my eyes fluttering open only to be met by his forest green orbs, his voice gruffly "Sweetheart when.. what... How?" Smiling, I look at him, my own voice a little croaky from the sleep, "No! Apparently we're so boring and not good company at all, you fell asleep while we were playing cards" 

Dean looked shocked and ashamed "Sweetheart it's not that, it's, I'm so sorry okay, I don't..." I pressed a finger on his lips , "Shhh, babe I'm joking, I know you were tired" A smile tugs at his plum lips, "really you had to make me feel bad didn't you?" Shrugging my shoulders, chuckling a bit "I couldn't help myself, sorry my love" he looks at me as if he's looking into soul, "I love you, you know that right?" Nodding about to answer but before I could, he's lips crashed against mine in a searing kiss, his fingers tangled in my hair, I couldn't hold the small moan escaping my lips, the grin on Dean's lips was unmistakable, he shifted slightly, gently guiding me to lay on the couch, I giggled, whispering "My parents'' pressing his finger against my lips, "shhh sweetheart, we don't want to wake them up do we?" with that he captures my lips in a passionate kiss, after a little while, he pulls back, hoarsely whispers "I like game night!"  planting yet another kiss, in that moment I knew, I Will always love this green eyed man, even if he falls asleep mid family events.

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