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Caution To The Wind

With a smirk he said "come on little darling"

Wide-eyed I shook my head "no, I can't do such a thing"

His smirk grew "what love me?"

Looking up to meet the contact in his eye

"It's not that, it's your a little wild"

He smiled "and you've always been the sweet child?"

I nodded "yes exactly"

His eyes darkened "well frankly"

He paused, I nudged him, "well go on"

His thumb met my jaw, his voice low, "your a fully grown woman now"

His touch sent shivers down my spine "but I ..."

The rasp in his voice got deeper, "don't want to fly?"

Furrowing my brows, "what, fly where to?"

Smiling, he cupped my face "to the land where I love only you!"

Clearing his throat "throw caution To the wind"

"Let me you love you in every way,"

Oh his words were so kind.

Urgency in his tone "let me show you I'm a better man, because of you every day"

I felt that excitement in my heart

Pleading "please baby, take my hand and let's start"

He held his hand out to mine

I smiled, "okay fine"

His lips crashed onto mine and I could've sworn, that I flew above the clouds

He might not fit the world's perfect mould's

But my hand fits perfectly in his

It might not be the perfect scripted plan I had, but this...

This is how love's supposed to be,

Throwing caution To the wind, just you and me

Trying every day to love and respect each other, building a strong foundation

Our hearts the destination.

- 28 January 2025

- Denesca van Eck

- #2/25

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Hurting Angel - Chapter 7 - ❤️

A/N: Y'all I am finally getting back into my writing, and the inspiration is flowing, so this chapter turned out to be severely sweet and I'm like, can I date him? 😂 Love y'all and thanks for the support my bugs 🐞🐞🩷

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some Intended Smut - And just pure fluff ..💞

Characters: Crowley, Bridget, Lainey

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

Words:1600-ish 😅

Chapter Name: Seven💕

The slow rising and falling of his bare chest, his eyes closed, his fingers stroking the blond hair of the woman, he spent the night with, opening his eyes, looking down, her head on his chest, her arm draping over his torso, she looks so peaceful, their limbs still tangled together, from this point of view he can see every freckle, the way the bed sheets are just covering the bare minimum of her body, the memories of last night, came flushing back.

The passion, the pent up feelings, he finally got to show her, what she means to him, he took it slow, getting to know every outline of her body, his lips against her skin, the way she trembled, the way those pretty little moans escaped her lips, her breathless whisperings of his name. If the walls could speak, they'd confess of two people exploring of the attraction, the connection they feel for eachother, the passionate dance that took place, a true definition of a man and woman caressing eachother's souls, connecting on deeper levels, it was so much more, than just physical they connected on a intellectual, heartfelt, soulful way. He has never felt this way about anyone in his entire life.

The fact that Bri wants him, feels something for him despite who he is, is astonishing, it's a mere miracle if you'd ask him.

She shifted a little, almost crawling closer towards him, a sleepy grunt escaping her lips as her eyes slowly opened, his voice a little deeper and raspier than during the day, "morning love".

She tilted her head, smiling, softly sleep still evident it her voice "so that's your morning voice mhmm... I like it" he chuckled "you like it huh? Want to know what I like my dear?" Reaching out to touch his stubbled jaw, "mhmm what's that" he smiled, and took her hand in his, kissing the palm, then her wrist, his lips still against her skin "everything about you" smiling and slightly breathless, "is that so?"

In one swift movement, he pinned her underneath her, resting on his forearms as his body pressed against her, he lowered his face to her ear, a gruff whisper, "was last night not clear enough?" A shiver of electricity ran through her body, "y...you can always show me again" a grin formed on his lips, and he nearly growled in that deep British accent, "with pleasure love" and as he said that he nuzzled closer to her neck, placing kisses, working his way up to her lips, before devouring her lips, he whispers "I could wake up like this every morning love" she lets out a small gasp as his lips met hers once again.

Tangling her hands in his hair, almost tugging him closer, a moan slipping past his lips as she did that. They spent the morning confirming their passion for each other.

As Bridget got out of the shower she can't help but smile, she's actually happy despite everything that's going on, she's tremendously happy, the world may see Crowley as the devil, but she knows he's not really a devil, his just a man who was hurt, and didn't know how to heal, despite what he believes she's no angel either, he's helping her heal as well, maybe, just maybe their helping eachother heal.

She pulls on an oversized t-shirt of his, she doesn't really have clothes here, and in that moment reality hits again a little, what is she going to do, the worries and slight fear flooding her thoughts, but it disappears as she walks into the kitchen, smiling as she saw Crowley and Lainey covered in what seems to be flour. She laughs "what are you two doing?"

Lainey's eyes wide with wonder and excitement, "Mommy, me and Cowley making pancakes" Bridget looks at her daughter and then at Crowley, before she walks closer, "it looks delicious" Crowley smiles "this little one wanted pancakes what was I supposed to do," slightly shrugging his shoulders, with meaning "I'd do anything for my two girls".

He looks between Bri and Lainey, almost a whisper "you two mean the world to me" Before Bri could answer Lainey tugs Crowley's hand, wide-eyed "Cowley?" He looks down "yes darling?" "Can I have one now?" He laughed "you can have as many as you like" the little girl does a little twirl in a sing-song manner "I love Cowley".

Jokingly Crowley adds "I think you love pancakes more!" That made the little stop mid-twirl, she lifted her small hands in the air as she stood before Crowley, and instinctively he picked her up , looking at her serious expression "what's wrong?" She places her tiny hands on either side of his jaw, "no! I love you and Mommy more" his hold around her tightened a little, but he was lost for words, for a moment, then with a slight gruffness "I love you too Lainey" she wrapped her arms around his neck burying her face in his shoulder, he looked over at Bri where she were standing, tears in her beautiful eyes, he opened his arm, without a word, he signals her to come closer and now he has them both in his arms, holding them against his chest, he's never felt this much love for anyone, but in this moment he knew, he'd never want to lose them and he made a silent promise to always keep them protected, making sure they are safe and loved.

He smiled, "let's go on a vacation?" Bridget pulled back "what?" Lainey "vacation?" Crowley nods "yes, just the three of us, somewhere at the coast?" The two of them laughed almost in sync "really?" He laughed "yes really".

The rest of the day, they spend talking about how amazing it'd be, and how much fun they'd have, how Bridget and Lainey have never gone on vacation to the coast. That evening he told the two of them they'd have to go and do some shopping, get stuff for their holiday, they both were so excited. Wanting to know were they were going but Crowley insisted that it was a surprise.

The next morning the three of them went to the shopping mall, despite just wanting to spend a sort of 'family' day he was still protective and on edge because of the past few weeks events, but they spend the day despite the danger that could be around every corner. He spoiled his two girls to his hearts desire, nothing to expensive or to much. He might've spend more money in one day that he did in a year, but he didn't mind he had plenty were that came from.

With multiple shopping bags, clothes, food and other needed supplies they got in his car, he immediately drove to the private airfield. They were surprised to learn that Crowley has a private jet, and that he was a certified pilot. He kept surprising them.

He silently watched Bridget and Lainey as they talked and laughed as he quickly packed the jet, once he was done he helped them inside. As soon as they lifted off, he started, telling them little interesting facts about the city, clouds, flying and everything in between. Up until Lainey fell asleep.

He watched as Bridget took everything in, wide-eyed, his tone loving “you okay love?” Smiling she replied, “yes, just taking in the beauty of it all. I always wanted to fly, you know!”

His lips curled up into a wide smile, “oh yeah! Good thing you're dating a man who has it all then?”

The sweetest giggle escaped her lips “oh so we're dating now?”

His dark brows furrowed “I …” clearing his throat “I thought we were kind of you know”

A mischievous glint in her eyes “I can't remember you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

He was genuinely puzzled, “But we… you know,” giggling “ I know what we did Crowley,” he looked at her, trying to see what she was thinking, but he couldn't quite figure it out, he never really had to do the dating stuff formally, all the other woman were one nights only, he doesn't like getting attached, well up until Bridget anyway.

She smiled “nevermind that, where are you taking us?”

He smiled “you'll see”.

It wasn't much later than that, they've landed in the Maldives, the gasps and excitement were contagious the way their laughter filled his ears had him almost believing he could be a family man, just maybe he can be a father for Lainey and maybe he can be the man Bridget believes he is. He carried in their suitcases, and other supplies, Lainey running in jumping onto the bed and Bri trying to get her to behave, picking her up and placing her down, Crowley laughed “it's fine let her have some fun, it's my house, and now yours as well.”

“What?” *Bri gasped, with a smirk from him, “yes love” Bridget took Laineys hand and jumped onto the bed with her , laying flat on their backs, laughing when Lainey’s sweet voice broke through, as she patted the spot next to her “Cowley come” he smile “coming sweetheart” he got on and laid on his back, his legs hanging over the edge as Lainey pointed upwards the art on the ceiling were beautiful and he had to agree, everything in this moment we're perfect, with Lainey in the middle, and Crowley's hand intertwining in Bridget's, he found a little piece of heaven, as the sounds of their breathing and the waves crashing against the shore filled the room, he knew he was starting to heal.

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Arsonist

Let's stop playing games

Watching as it goes up in flames

You standing there

I'm over here

Our eyes connect

In yours I see a speck

Of something so unknown

Something as heavy as stone

Our life filled with photo frames

And other people's names

Each of us has our own

But it's your heart that I want to know

Her hand in yours

His hand around my waist

My heart is making a tour

Entering that dangerous space

Between right and wrong

The two of us known eachother for so long

Tell me how can this be

Why didn't your heart choose me

All those years ago when both us were single

Why didn't the spark between us lit a flame

A sort of kindle

My heart should have known your name

What if we tell them goodbye

I don't want to lie

Not to myself and not to him, but it's you I want

In my slumber it's your name I chant

How did it get this far

My head and heart is in the middle of a war

Like a wildfire burning a path

Thinking about doing something that I shouldn't have

Do we burn the lives we built to ashes

Seeing the flashes

Of the memories of me and him, you and her,

We could never go there

Breaking the eye contact

My heart just barely intact

I don't want to go closer to you

Afraid of what we would do

Just wanting to touch you once, feeling your lips on mine

Shaking the thoughts out of my head, it's a damn crime

To be an arsonist and light our lives on fire

We simply need to push these feelings down and retire

I can't just sit and watch it burn

So I will return

To holding him, while you kiss her

Watching this event occur

There will be no burning flames

As we stay with the people in our photo frames.

-Denesca van Eck

-21 January 2025

-Part 1/25

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Awww thank you so very much 🤗🐞 I know right that song makes you feel things 🥹 thanks for the prompt 🤗😊

Pieces Of A Shadow 🥹

A/N: Finally getting to my bingo card square yay... For @jackalsversebingo 🐞❤️its been a while since I wrote a one shot, its short but, I kinda liked it, though its tearing me to pieces 🤭😅💕 I'm just so excited to hear what y'all think. Much love my bugsies 🐞

Square Prompt: Torn To Pieces : Pop Evil. Will be in bold.

Warnings: Angst, A Lot of Angst! 🤔 Sorry about that😱

Words: 686 🤭

Cover & Pictures: Canva, Pinterest ❤️

Side Note: please don't copy my work, thank you, oh and requests are open...💕💓

There's darkness all around, as he sat alone, back against the wall, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the ceiling, wishing it was a dream, wishing it weren't real, wishing she was here, clenching and unclenching his fist, if only he'd been a better man, if only he'd been half the man she needed him to be. If only he could be able... Able to show love like she needed him to.

Why the hell does he need to screw up everything good in his life, and it ain't like she hadn't given him more than one chance to become the man she always said she knew he is.

His fingers gripping the neck of the bottle of jack, the gold liquor hitting his throat as he tried to wash down the feeling of failure, heartbreak, of misery, despair. It felt like there was this intense pressure in his chest, as he recalled the conversation that led to this moment, she stood there, tear stains on her cheeks "Dean .." she sounded broken, "why... Why do you always have to do this? Why do you always have to run towards danger?" His voice gruff "babe it's important, I'm saving people... I'm saving people" he repeated.

Shaking her head "what about saving us? What about staying for once?" He walked closer towards her, "I have to do this, It's who I am darling..." In frustration she grunted, "you're so much more than this, more than the man your father said you are... Dean, listen to me, don't go..."

He saw the desperation in her eyes, the pleading in her voice, as he stood there in front of her, she took his hands, held onto him, her voice cracking "please, don't do this .." his thumb brushed over her knuckles, determination in his voice "I have to... This is just something I have to do." She let go of his hands, fear in her tone, "you're going to get yourself killed Dean and for what, keeping your father happy?"

He huffed "you wouldn't understand, I promised him..." She didn't let him finish that sentence, instead she raised her voice "fine!" She looked at him a pained expression expression "I'm done trying, I can't anymore Dean"

Confusion evident as he looked at her, "w-what do you mean by that?" She hissed back "I'm done staying here, hoping you'd come home safely, unharmed... I can't do that anymore" his jaw clenched "what? You knew who I was, I am when we started out"

She shook her head "Dean you don't get it do you, You come home every time, torn to pieces, about what you had to do, you've become a shell of the man I fell in love with," his frustration evident "that's not true"

The last thing she said as she left that day was "you know it's true" and he hasn't seen her since.

His hand brushed through his hair, he knew it was true, he wasn't the same man he was before, he truly has become a shadow of who he once was, but he couldn't tell her she was right ... Why didn't he beg her to stay? Why did he let her walk out that day! Every time he closes his eyes it's like he can't breathe, seeing her pained expression, the tears in her eyes, the fear in her voice, he suddenly throws the bottle against the wall, screaming in frustration, in anger. Watching as the shards of glass shatter against the wall, tears in the corners of his emerald eyes, a hoarse, desperate whisper falling from his plump lips, "I should've said the words you wanted to here baby, I should've been better, but now instead I'm torn to pieces by the memory of you, of what we could've been... Wishing like hell I stayed, wishing I were half the man you'd wanted me to be" he let out a defeated grunt, knowing the only place he'll ever see you again are the memories replaying over and over in his mind, because even if it is tearing him to pieces, he knows your not coming back.

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😱😱😬I blame it on the song 🤭😔

Pieces Of A Shadow 🥹

A/N: Finally getting to my bingo card square yay... For @jackalsversebingo 🐞❤️its been a while since I wrote a one shot, its short but, I kinda liked it, though its tearing me to pieces 🤭😅💕 I'm just so excited to hear what y'all think. Much love my bugsies 🐞

Square Prompt: Torn To Pieces : Pop Evil. Will be in bold.

Warnings: Angst, A Lot of Angst! 🤔 Sorry about that😱

Words: 686 🤭

Cover & Pictures: Canva, Pinterest ❤️

Side Note: please don't copy my work, thank you, oh and requests are open...💕💓

There's darkness all around, as he sat alone, back against the wall, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the ceiling, wishing it was a dream, wishing it weren't real, wishing she was here, clenching and unclenching his fist, if only he'd been a better man, if only he'd been half the man she needed him to be. If only he could be able... Able to show love like she needed him to.

Why the hell does he need to screw up everything good in his life, and it ain't like she hadn't given him more than one chance to become the man she always said she knew he is.

His fingers gripping the neck of the bottle of jack, the gold liquor hitting his throat as he tried to wash down the feeling of failure, heartbreak, of misery, despair. It felt like there was this intense pressure in his chest, as he recalled the conversation that led to this moment, she stood there, tear stains on her cheeks "Dean .." she sounded broken, "why... Why do you always have to do this? Why do you always have to run towards danger?" His voice gruff "babe it's important, I'm saving people... I'm saving people" he repeated.

Shaking her head "what about saving us? What about staying for once?" He walked closer towards her, "I have to do this, It's who I am darling..." In frustration she grunted, "you're so much more than this, more than the man your father said you are... Dean, listen to me, don't go..."

He saw the desperation in her eyes, the pleading in her voice, as he stood there in front of her, she took his hands, held onto him, her voice cracking "please, don't do this .." his thumb brushed over her knuckles, determination in his voice "I have to... This is just something I have to do." She let go of his hands, fear in her tone, "you're going to get yourself killed Dean and for what, keeping your father happy?"

He huffed "you wouldn't understand, I promised him..." She didn't let him finish that sentence, instead she raised her voice "fine!" She looked at him a pained expression expression "I'm done trying, I can't anymore Dean"

Confusion evident as he looked at her, "w-what do you mean by that?" She hissed back "I'm done staying here, hoping you'd come home safely, unharmed... I can't do that anymore" his jaw clenched "what? You knew who I was, I am when we started out"

She shook her head "Dean you don't get it do you, You come home every time, torn to pieces, about what you had to do, you've become a shell of the man I fell in love with," his frustration evident "that's not true"

The last thing she said as she left that day was "you know it's true" and he hasn't seen her since.

His hand brushed through his hair, he knew it was true, he wasn't the same man he was before, he truly has become a shadow of who he once was, but he couldn't tell her she was right ... Why didn't he beg her to stay? Why did he let her walk out that day! Every time he closes his eyes it's like he can't breathe, seeing her pained expression, the tears in her eyes, the fear in her voice, he suddenly throws the bottle against the wall, screaming in frustration, in anger. Watching as the shards of glass shatter against the wall, tears in the corners of his emerald eyes, a hoarse, desperate whisper falling from his plump lips, "I should've said the words you wanted to here baby, I should've been better, but now instead I'm torn to pieces by the memory of you, of what we could've been... Wishing like hell I stayed, wishing I were half the man you'd wanted me to be" he let out a defeated grunt, knowing the only place he'll ever see you again are the memories replaying over and over in his mind, because even if it is tearing him to pieces, he knows your not coming back.

@jackles010378 @jacklesversebingo @winchesterwild78 @k-slla @angelbabyyy99 @cevansbaby-dove @cutedisneygirl @bookishtheaterlover7

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Eeeeek 😱🥹... Sorry 😐

Pieces Of A Shadow 🥹

A/N: Finally getting to my bingo card square yay... For @jackalsversebingo 🐞❤️its been a while since I wrote a one shot, its short but, I kinda liked it, though its tearing me to pieces 🤭😅💕 I'm just so excited to hear what y'all think. Much love my bugsies 🐞

Square Prompt: Torn To Pieces : Pop Evil. Will be in bold.

Warnings: Angst, A Lot of Angst! 🤔 Sorry about that😱

Words: 686 🤭

Cover & Pictures: Canva, Pinterest ❤️

Side Note: please don't copy my work, thank you, oh and requests are open...💕💓

There's darkness all around, as he sat alone, back against the wall, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the ceiling, wishing it was a dream, wishing it weren't real, wishing she was here, clenching and unclenching his fist, if only he'd been a better man, if only he'd been half the man she needed him to be. If only he could be able... Able to show love like she needed him to.

Why the hell does he need to screw up everything good in his life, and it ain't like she hadn't given him more than one chance to become the man she always said she knew he is.

His fingers gripping the neck of the bottle of jack, the gold liquor hitting his throat as he tried to wash down the feeling of failure, heartbreak, of misery, despair. It felt like there was this intense pressure in his chest, as he recalled the conversation that led to this moment, she stood there, tear stains on her cheeks "Dean .." she sounded broken, "why... Why do you always have to do this? Why do you always have to run towards danger?" His voice gruff "babe it's important, I'm saving people... I'm saving people" he repeated.

Shaking her head "what about saving us? What about staying for once?" He walked closer towards her, "I have to do this, It's who I am darling..." In frustration she grunted, "you're so much more than this, more than the man your father said you are... Dean, listen to me, don't go..."

He saw the desperation in her eyes, the pleading in her voice, as he stood there in front of her, she took his hands, held onto him, her voice cracking "please, don't do this .." his thumb brushed over her knuckles, determination in his voice "I have to... This is just something I have to do." She let go of his hands, fear in her tone, "you're going to get yourself killed Dean and for what, keeping your father happy?"

He huffed "you wouldn't understand, I promised him..." She didn't let him finish that sentence, instead she raised her voice "fine!" She looked at him a pained expression expression "I'm done trying, I can't anymore Dean"

Confusion evident as he looked at her, "w-what do you mean by that?" She hissed back "I'm done staying here, hoping you'd come home safely, unharmed... I can't do that anymore" his jaw clenched "what? You knew who I was, I am when we started out"

She shook her head "Dean you don't get it do you, You come home every time, torn to pieces, about what you had to do, you've become a shell of the man I fell in love with," his frustration evident "that's not true"

The last thing she said as she left that day was "you know it's true" and he hasn't seen her since.

His hand brushed through his hair, he knew it was true, he wasn't the same man he was before, he truly has become a shadow of who he once was, but he couldn't tell her she was right ... Why didn't he beg her to stay? Why did he let her walk out that day! Every time he closes his eyes it's like he can't breathe, seeing her pained expression, the tears in her eyes, the fear in her voice, he suddenly throws the bottle against the wall, screaming in frustration, in anger. Watching as the shards of glass shatter against the wall, tears in the corners of his emerald eyes, a hoarse, desperate whisper falling from his plump lips, "I should've said the words you wanted to here baby, I should've been better, but now instead I'm torn to pieces by the memory of you, of what we could've been... Wishing like hell I stayed, wishing I were half the man you'd wanted me to be" he let out a defeated grunt, knowing the only place he'll ever see you again are the memories replaying over and over in his mind, because even if it is tearing him to pieces, he knows your not coming back.

@jackles010378 @jacklesversebingo @winchesterwild78 @k-slla @angelbabyyy99 @cevansbaby-dove @cutedisneygirl @bookishtheaterlover7

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@jackles010378 Aww Stace❤️ I've missed writing so much, slowly getting back into it again...😋😅🐞❤️

Love Ain't Pretty - #3 - Lost and Found ❤️🐞

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: 🐞... It's been nearly two months or so, of not publishing a chapter 🥹 so sorry, but life got in the way, so this chapter are really special to me, it's a little mix of everything, I hope y'all enjoy it ❤️ 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: 2091 😊

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.🐞

Looking at the phone in her hand, her mom's number on the screen, she tried to press that dial button multiple times, but just couldn't find the courage to, she's been here for a whole week now, but still she can't find the guts to just talk to her parents. How does she tell them, about her grandma, even worse, how does she tell them, she inherited the ranch. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she placed the phone in the night stand, she'll call them later, putting it off once again...

Walking out of the door, standing on the porch, breathing in the beautiful fresh farm air, a smile tugged at her lips , getting nostalgic it seems like nothing has changed, but the truth is everything has. Stepping onto the grass barefoot, the texture of the dew and the softness of the green, a small relieved sigh escaping over her sweetheart lips, making her way towards the stalls, the sounds of the horses, whining filling her ears. Stepping into the stall, hearing loud heavy footsteps, her heart rate skyrocketing, her breathing heavy, who can be here? Glancing around, looking for something, hell anything to defend herself. Catching a glimpse of a broom, slowly picking it up, while holding her breath, making her way further into the barn, listening for the footsteps which suddenly died down, wide-eyed, she looks around when all of the sudden, she hears a gruff southern voice behind her "Good day Missy" she swing's around , broom in hand , and in one move the tall man takes ahold of the broom, "your gonna hurt someone with that thing and it ain't going to be me darling".

She yelps "who!" Then realising "Clay!".

He chucked, "last time I checked that was my name" she huffs a little "what are you doing here sneaking around" 

His dark brown eyes, piercing hers, "someone needs to feed the damn horses, you are a little to city to do it, so..." 

Hissing at him "how dare you, you don't know anything about me... I was about to feed the horses" 

He places the broom down against the wall, "sure you are, it's nearly ten in the morning!" Shrugged her shoulders "yeah and?"

He sneered "by the damn time you feed them, they're going to die of hunger" taken aback "I would never" he shot back "well its ten! They eat every morning around six, so that they can get energy for the day ahead,".

Confused "the day ahead?" He shook his head, "some of the horses here are being used to get the cattle into the field" genuinely surprised "we have cows, wait I've never seen them" he lets out a hearty chuckle.

Crossing her arms In Front of her chest "what's so funny?" Through the laughter, "you really are to city... I take 'em out every morning and bring 'em back at night" 

Unimpressed with his laughter "well from now on I'll do it, I don't need your help" 

He looks her up and down, "says the little barefoot girl”, sneering at him once again, "I'm not little and what's wrong with being barefoot?"

He looks at her, "oh nothing, if your a hippie, who doesn't own a ranch,"

She huffs "there's nothing wrong with being barefoot,"

Her little attitude is starting to work on his nerves, "listen to me" he raises his voice a little "if you want to own a damn ranch , you gotta stop that hippie crap of yours, you have animals and people counting on you , do you understand!" 

She stood there listening to him raising his voice at her, and she felt the tears threatening to spill behind her eyes, her bottom lip quivering a little, she couldn't reply, all she did was stand there for a few seconds before she started to run out of the barn.

The sight of those pretty green eyes, filled with tears, was enough to make him feel bad, he followed her, seeing her standing outside, for a moment his breath got taken away, the way the sunlight played with her brown hair, making it seem highlighted, but her sniffles grounded him again, his gruff voice seems softer than before, "look I'm sorry, it's just..." He trails off.

She turns around, the tears glistening on her freckled cheeks, "just what...? You're just an old grumpy man, a real ass, that's what you are".  A scowl on his face, "are you done with your tantrum?" 

Sighing "I am sorry I called you grumpy, old and an ass, but there's better ways to talk to me you know"

He crosses his arms, over his muscular chest "oh yeah? I am not skilled enough to talk to a spoiled brat" 

She stomps her barefoot on the gravel, "urgh it's like talking to a wall, your...." She paused, then let out a frustrated grunt, "Urgh, forget." Turning around to walk towards the house, but with his long legs he catches up to her.

He growls, "your insufferable, dammit, your crazy to think you can do this on your own, because you can't" Stopping in her tracks, "get off my land, now if I ever see you again it will be too soon" 

His jaw clenched "fine missy, I'll leave but you'll come back..."

It's been a couple of days since he's seen Kacie, and he hasn't set a foot on 'her ranch' again. Even though he promised Aunt Cathy he'd look after her, but never in his life has he thought that she'd be such a ... Well a pain in the ass. He huffs a little as he sips his black coffee, watching out over the field from his porch, the rain drizzling down. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips, barely audible "this is the life, just me, my ranch" trailing off as he heard a little wine from the golden retriever , he lets out a chuckle, "oh yes and you Cooper". 

He gets up to go in, but before he could make it in through the doorway, he heard some distant, hysterical screaming coming from across the field , from the Atkins ranch. 

His instincts kicked in and before he knew it, he had his rifle in hand, whistled for his horse Magnum, he ran towards the direction of the screaming.

He was met halfway with Kacie running in the rain with jeans,  muddy shoes, her brown her sticking to her face, "Helppppp, Helpppp". 

He slows down and jumps off, concern evident "what's going on" 

In-between the tears and sniffles "o-one of the horses won't get up, I..." Biting her lower lip, "I think I did something wrong, please come take a look , please"!.

He simply nods, trying his very best not to be affected by the way she bites her lip, dammit he cussed himself , then finally finding words "show me where".  Before he knew what was happening,, she wrapped her tiny hand around his calloused hand and pulled him in the direction of the barn, he heard her mumbling something about how it's her fault and that she should've listened to him and that she's sorry, but for some reason all he was aware of was the way her skin felt against his.

.

Entering the barn, he saw the mere laying there, her breathing laboured, the sweat glistening, bending down he began to softly start rubbing the horse's head, between his ears, his voice gravelly low "hey darling, your about to be a mama aren't you!" Kacie's green eyes wide "w..what?" He turned to her, "she's about to foal" her smile grew and her eyes glistened, "like uh... A baby horse?" He chuckled when he saw how excited she was, "yes, but we have to be calm okay, she can sense our energy”, wide-eyed she nodded, and whispered “How can I help?”

He gave her orders, even though he was pretty sure she’d run or pass out by the sight of blood, he told her where to get the gloves, towels, rope and disinfectant, she followed down to a T… As the process of delivering the foal started he told her to wait outside but she was so adamant in helping that he couldn’t chase her away. After an hour or so, the delivery was done, both of them covered in the remnants of the birth. Clay checked for any abnormalities, but thankfully there were none. They stood back, watching as the foal came to stand up, all wobbly at first, then the mother started nudging the little one, and he got up, immediately started to drink. 

Clay chuckles “good job little miss city” he said as he turned to her, he frowned as he saw tears streaming down her freckled cheeks, catching a glimpse of her trembling hands, he voice gruff “you okay?” through the tears, “s…sorry it’s just so beautiful” looking up at him through her wet eyelashes, “I were so afraid that I did something wrong, that I hurt her, that she won’t make it…” he doesn’t know why but he pulled her into a hug, a softer tone as before “shhhh… it’s okay, that mere is going to be fine, you did nothing wrong” he felt her arms tightening around his waist, her head against his chest, through the sniffles, “Thank you Clay” that got a smile, “pleasure darling” he stepped back, releasing from the hug, he felt so empty all of the sudden, but he shook it off, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lps, “you know, it’s tradition round here” drying her tears, “what?” chuckling, “you need to celebrate your first delivery, so go get cleaned up, I’ll pick ya up round sevenish” smiling, her curiosity piqued “where are you taking me.?” he laughs “you’ll see, oh and darling, please don’t look too ‘city’.” she huffs a little “so what, braids, plaids and boots” he nods, “that could work” she just laughs as she walks off.

Getting out of the shower, smiling, singing and swirling around the room, “I, Kacie Atkins, did my first delivery” singing along with some country song playing on the radio, as she got dressed in her jeans, lime-green hoodie and some sneakers, letting her hair hang loose, it’s not exactly ‘country’ more country-chic, but she doesn’t really own a pair of them stetson boots.

Looking over at the time, 7”30, “no! Damn I’m late” grabbing her phone, running downstairs, opening the front door, seeing him laying against the porch “sorry, I’m so late sorry” he chuckles, while tilting his hat, “figured you’d be”, crossing her arms, “what’s that supposed to mean” he smiled “nothing, now let’s get going…” he gives her a once over “not bad, for a city girl” she just shakes her head, as she walked to his truck. He held the door for her as she got in, thinking , since when has a man ever done that for her. Walking around the car, to his side, he can’t help the beating of his heart that’s a little faster. 

On the drive into town he told her about the adventures he had as a rancher and she laughed and asked questions and told some stories about how busy New York is. He pulled into the parking spot, the name board hanging a little skew, ‘Down at the lost and found’ a smile tugs at the corners of his lips “not only is it the best but only bar in town, it has great beer and terrible karaoke,” that made Kacie, laugh out of her stomach, in return it made him laugh as well, through the laughter, he stuttered “it’s not even so funny” she shook her head, looking at him laughing uncontrollable, holding her stomach “your face… the way…” laughing more at the memory of how he pulled his lip up when he said bad karaoke.  

He frowns a little mocking offense “what’s wrong with my face” he looked at her and started laughing again. The laughter went on for a seconds more, when all of the sudden she looked slightly worried and blurted out “I’m going to pee, stop” he looked at her shaking his head “your something else Kacie Atkins” she didn’t respond she just got outta the truck and ran into the bar, leaving him sitting there, knowing he lost all of his damn senses, but his found something his been searching for his whole life… joy, even if it is the form of a 5’2ft woman, who is absolutely crazy, sighing and nearly 15 years older than him.

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Pieces Of A Shadow 🥹

A/N: Finally getting to my bingo card square yay... For @jackalsversebingo 🐞❤️its been a while since I wrote a one shot, its short but, I kinda liked it, though its tearing me to pieces 🤭😅💕 I'm just so excited to hear what y'all think. Much love my bugsies 🐞

Square Prompt: Torn To Pieces : Pop Evil. Will be in bold.

Warnings: Angst, A Lot of Angst! 🤔 Sorry about that😱

Words: 686 🤭

Cover & Pictures: Canva, Pinterest ❤️

Side Note: please don't copy my work, thank you, oh and requests are open...💕💓

There's darkness all around, as he sat alone, back against the wall, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the ceiling, wishing it was a dream, wishing it weren't real, wishing she was here, clenching and unclenching his fist, if only he'd been a better man, if only he'd been half the man she needed him to be. If only he could be able... Able to show love like she needed him to.

Why the hell does he need to screw up everything good in his life, and it ain't like she hadn't given him more than one chance to become the man she always said she knew he is.

His fingers gripping the neck of the bottle of jack, the gold liquor hitting his throat as he tried to wash down the feeling of failure, heartbreak, of misery, despair. It felt like there was this intense pressure in his chest, as he recalled the conversation that led to this moment, she stood there, tear stains on her cheeks "Dean .." she sounded broken, "why... Why do you always have to do this? Why do you always have to run towards danger?" His voice gruff "babe it's important, I'm saving people... I'm saving people" he repeated.

Shaking her head "what about saving us? What about staying for once?" He walked closer towards her, "I have to do this, It's who I am darling..." In frustration she grunted, "you're so much more than this, more than the man your father said you are... Dean, listen to me, don't go..."

He saw the desperation in her eyes, the pleading in her voice, as he stood there in front of her, she took his hands, held onto him, her voice cracking "please, don't do this .." his thumb brushed over her knuckles, determination in his voice "I have to... This is just something I have to do." She let go of his hands, fear in her tone, "you're going to get yourself killed Dean and for what, keeping your father happy?"

He huffed "you wouldn't understand, I promised him..." She didn't let him finish that sentence, instead she raised her voice "fine!" She looked at him a pained expression expression "I'm done trying, I can't anymore Dean"

Confusion evident as he looked at her, "w-what do you mean by that?" She hissed back "I'm done staying here, hoping you'd come home safely, unharmed... I can't do that anymore" his jaw clenched "what? You knew who I was, I am when we started out"

She shook her head "Dean you don't get it do you, You come home every time, torn to pieces, about what you had to do, you've become a shell of the man I fell in love with," his frustration evident "that's not true"

The last thing she said as she left that day was "you know it's true" and he hasn't seen her since.

His hand brushed through his hair, he knew it was true, he wasn't the same man he was before, he truly has become a shadow of who he once was, but he couldn't tell her she was right ... Why didn't he beg her to stay? Why did he let her walk out that day! Every time he closes his eyes it's like he can't breathe, seeing her pained expression, the tears in her eyes, the fear in her voice, he suddenly throws the bottle against the wall, screaming in frustration, in anger. Watching as the shards of glass shatter against the wall, tears in the corners of his emerald eyes, a hoarse, desperate whisper falling from his plump lips, "I should've said the words you wanted to here baby, I should've been better, but now instead I'm torn to pieces by the memory of you, of what we could've been... Wishing like hell I stayed, wishing I were half the man you'd wanted me to be" he let out a defeated grunt, knowing the only place he'll ever see you again are the memories replaying over and over in his mind, because even if it is tearing him to pieces, he knows your not coming back.

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Love Ain't Pretty - #3 - Lost and Found ❤️🐞

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: 🐞... It's been nearly two months or so, of not publishing a chapter 🥹 so sorry, but life got in the way, so this chapter are really special to me, it's a little mix of everything, I hope y'all enjoy it ❤️ 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: 2091 😊

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.🐞

Looking at the phone in her hand, her mom's number on the screen, she tried to press that dial button multiple times, but just couldn't find the courage to, she's been here for a whole week now, but still she can't find the guts to just talk to her parents. How does she tell them, about her grandma, even worse, how does she tell them, she inherited the ranch. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she placed the phone in the night stand, she'll call them later, putting it off once again...

Walking out of the door, standing on the porch, breathing in the beautiful fresh farm air, a smile tugged at her lips , getting nostalgic it seems like nothing has changed, but the truth is everything has. Stepping onto the grass barefoot, the texture of the dew and the softness of the green, a small relieved sigh escaping over her sweetheart lips, making her way towards the stalls, the sounds of the horses, whining filling her ears. Stepping into the stall, hearing loud heavy footsteps, her heart rate skyrocketing, her breathing heavy, who can be here? Glancing around, looking for something, hell anything to defend herself. Catching a glimpse of a broom, slowly picking it up, while holding her breath, making her way further into the barn, listening for the footsteps which suddenly died down, wide-eyed, she looks around when all of the sudden, she hears a gruff southern voice behind her "Good day Missy" she swing's around , broom in hand , and in one move the tall man takes ahold of the broom, "your gonna hurt someone with that thing and it ain't going to be me darling".

She yelps "who!" Then realising "Clay!".

He chucked, "last time I checked that was my name" she huffs a little "what are you doing here sneaking around" 

His dark brown eyes, piercing hers, "someone needs to feed the damn horses, you are a little to city to do it, so..." 

Hissing at him "how dare you, you don't know anything about me... I was about to feed the horses" 

He places the broom down against the wall, "sure you are, it's nearly ten in the morning!" Shrugged her shoulders "yeah and?"

He sneered "by the damn time you feed them, they're going to die of hunger" taken aback "I would never" he shot back "well its ten! They eat every morning around six, so that they can get energy for the day ahead,".

Confused "the day ahead?" He shook his head, "some of the horses here are being used to get the cattle into the field" genuinely surprised "we have cows, wait I've never seen them" he lets out a hearty chuckle.

Crossing her arms In Front of her chest "what's so funny?" Through the laughter, "you really are to city... I take 'em out every morning and bring 'em back at night" 

Unimpressed with his laughter "well from now on I'll do it, I don't need your help" 

He looks her up and down, "says the little barefoot girl”, sneering at him once again, "I'm not little and what's wrong with being barefoot?"

He looks at her, "oh nothing, if your a hippie, who doesn't own a ranch,"

She huffs "there's nothing wrong with being barefoot,"

Her little attitude is starting to work on his nerves, "listen to me" he raises his voice a little "if you want to own a damn ranch , you gotta stop that hippie crap of yours, you have animals and people counting on you , do you understand!" 

She stood there listening to him raising his voice at her, and she felt the tears threatening to spill behind her eyes, her bottom lip quivering a little, she couldn't reply, all she did was stand there for a few seconds before she started to run out of the barn.

The sight of those pretty green eyes, filled with tears, was enough to make him feel bad, he followed her, seeing her standing outside, for a moment his breath got taken away, the way the sunlight played with her brown hair, making it seem highlighted, but her sniffles grounded him again, his gruff voice seems softer than before, "look I'm sorry, it's just..." He trails off.

She turns around, the tears glistening on her freckled cheeks, "just what...? You're just an old grumpy man, a real ass, that's what you are".  A scowl on his face, "are you done with your tantrum?" 

Sighing "I am sorry I called you grumpy, old and an ass, but there's better ways to talk to me you know"

He crosses his arms, over his muscular chest "oh yeah? I am not skilled enough to talk to a spoiled brat" 

She stomps her barefoot on the gravel, "urgh it's like talking to a wall, your...." She paused, then let out a frustrated grunt, "Urgh, forget." Turning around to walk towards the house, but with his long legs he catches up to her.

He growls, "your insufferable, dammit, your crazy to think you can do this on your own, because you can't" Stopping in her tracks, "get off my land, now if I ever see you again it will be too soon" 

His jaw clenched "fine missy, I'll leave but you'll come back..."

It's been a couple of days since he's seen Kacie, and he hasn't set a foot on 'her ranch' again. Even though he promised Aunt Cathy he'd look after her, but never in his life has he thought that she'd be such a ... Well a pain in the ass. He huffs a little as he sips his black coffee, watching out over the field from his porch, the rain drizzling down. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips, barely audible "this is the life, just me, my ranch" trailing off as he heard a little wine from the golden retriever , he lets out a chuckle, "oh yes and you Cooper". 

He gets up to go in, but before he could make it in through the doorway, he heard some distant, hysterical screaming coming from across the field , from the Atkins ranch. 

His instincts kicked in and before he knew it, he had his rifle in hand, whistled for his horse Magnum, he ran towards the direction of the screaming.

He was met halfway with Kacie running in the rain with jeans,  muddy shoes, her brown her sticking to her face, "Helppppp, Helpppp". 

He slows down and jumps off, concern evident "what's going on" 

In-between the tears and sniffles "o-one of the horses won't get up, I..." Biting her lower lip, "I think I did something wrong, please come take a look , please"!.

He simply nods, trying his very best not to be affected by the way she bites her lip, dammit he cussed himself , then finally finding words "show me where".  Before he knew what was happening,, she wrapped her tiny hand around his calloused hand and pulled him in the direction of the barn, he heard her mumbling something about how it's her fault and that she should've listened to him and that she's sorry, but for some reason all he was aware of was the way her skin felt against his.

.

Entering the barn, he saw the mere laying there, her breathing laboured, the sweat glistening, bending down he began to softly start rubbing the horse's head, between his ears, his voice gravelly low "hey darling, your about to be a mama aren't you!" Kacie's green eyes wide "w..what?" He turned to her, "she's about to foal" her smile grew and her eyes glistened, "like uh... A baby horse?" He chuckled when he saw how excited she was, "yes, but we have to be calm okay, she can sense our energy”, wide-eyed she nodded, and whispered “How can I help?”

He gave her orders, even though he was pretty sure she’d run or pass out by the sight of blood, he told her where to get the gloves, towels, rope and disinfectant, she followed down to a T… As the process of delivering the foal started he told her to wait outside but she was so adamant in helping that he couldn’t chase her away. After an hour or so, the delivery was done, both of them covered in the remnants of the birth. Clay checked for any abnormalities, but thankfully there were none. They stood back, watching as the foal came to stand up, all wobbly at first, then the mother started nudging the little one, and he got up, immediately started to drink. 

Clay chuckles “good job little miss city” he said as he turned to her, he frowned as he saw tears streaming down her freckled cheeks, catching a glimpse of her trembling hands, he voice gruff “you okay?” through the tears, “s…sorry it’s just so beautiful” looking up at him through her wet eyelashes, “I were so afraid that I did something wrong, that I hurt her, that she won’t make it…” he doesn’t know why but he pulled her into a hug, a softer tone as before “shhhh… it’s okay, that mere is going to be fine, you did nothing wrong” he felt her arms tightening around his waist, her head against his chest, through the sniffles, “Thank you Clay” that got a smile, “pleasure darling” he stepped back, releasing from the hug, he felt so empty all of the sudden, but he shook it off, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lps, “you know, it’s tradition round here” drying her tears, “what?” chuckling, “you need to celebrate your first delivery, so go get cleaned up, I’ll pick ya up round sevenish” smiling, her curiosity piqued “where are you taking me.?” he laughs “you’ll see, oh and darling, please don’t look too ‘city’.” she huffs a little “so what, braids, plaids and boots” he nods, “that could work” she just laughs as she walks off.

Getting out of the shower, smiling, singing and swirling around the room, “I, Kacie Atkins, did my first delivery” singing along with some country song playing on the radio, as she got dressed in her jeans, lime-green hoodie and some sneakers, letting her hair hang loose, it’s not exactly ‘country’ more country-chic, but she doesn’t really own a pair of them stetson boots.

Looking over at the time, 7”30, “no! Damn I’m late” grabbing her phone, running downstairs, opening the front door, seeing him laying against the porch “sorry, I’m so late sorry” he chuckles, while tilting his hat, “figured you’d be”, crossing her arms, “what’s that supposed to mean” he smiled “nothing, now let’s get going…” he gives her a once over “not bad, for a city girl” she just shakes her head, as she walked to his truck. He held the door for her as she got in, thinking , since when has a man ever done that for her. Walking around the car, to his side, he can’t help the beating of his heart that’s a little faster. 

On the drive into town he told her about the adventures he had as a rancher and she laughed and asked questions and told some stories about how busy New York is. He pulled into the parking spot, the name board hanging a little skew, ‘Down at the lost and found’ a smile tugs at the corners of his lips “not only is it the best but only bar in town, it has great beer and terrible karaoke,” that made Kacie, laugh out of her stomach, in return it made him laugh as well, through the laughter, he stuttered “it’s not even so funny” she shook her head, looking at him laughing uncontrollable, holding her stomach “your face… the way…” laughing more at the memory of how he pulled his lip up when he said bad karaoke.  

He frowns a little mocking offense “what’s wrong with my face” he looked at her and started laughing again. The laughter went on for a seconds more, when all of the sudden she looked slightly worried and blurted out “I’m going to pee, stop” he looked at her shaking his head “your something else Kacie Atkins” she didn’t respond she just got outta the truck and ran into the bar, leaving him sitting there, knowing he lost all of his damn senses, but his found something his been searching for his whole life… joy, even if it is the form of a 5’2ft woman, who is absolutely crazy, sighing and nearly 15 years older than him.

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Reblogging this❤️😅 because I don't get the time to write new stuff and I miss it 🥹...

Just One More🌟

Line: Please be quiet, I haven't had enough coffee yet, to deal with this 😱 will be in bold

A/N: YAY! Yet another one done for @jacklesversebingo 🐞 ... I heard the song from 'Little big town' and it was just too perfect, I had this idea, and well it ran away with me . 💕 I sure do hope y'all enjoy this ...💕

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language🫣, angst,😱 heartbreak,🥺smut.🥵

Characters: Beau Arlen x Female Reader.

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

Words:2464 😅

The smell of freshly brewed coffee, fills the air, the brownish - gold liquid getting poured into the white cup, stirring in a few drops of milk, as the mug touches your lips, the liquid warms the inside of your mouth, the bold, bitter taste awakening all your senses, almost swirling around the liquid before swallowing, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to hold out reality a little longer, rubbing your fingers over the printed logo, 'M...R...S' a smirk, on your lips, regretting that you took the mug of the set of two 'Mr. & Mrs.' mugs, gold  lettering, like the wedding bands, you were so excited the day you picked it up from the little décor shop, on your honeymoon, looking back now, it seems like a  lifetime ago. The footsteps, coming from the guest bedroom, let's your eyes flung open, revealing the half-open boxes stacked everywhere.

The deep Texan, in his voice, almost echoing through the half packed up house, "Morning" he clears his throat "Uhmm, how do we..." Before he could finish his sentence, you look at him, your eyes throwing darts at his green-hazel eyes. "Please be quiet, I haven't had enough coffee yet, to deal with this"

A little sarcastic giggle escapes his lips, "oh yeah! Well we'll have to deal with this sometime"

You get up out the chair, standing straight up, but your husband, well soon to be ex-husband still towering over you, revealing how much smaller you are than him. "I said, I don't want to deal with this right now, can't I just have one last quiet morning in our... Uhmm in this house"

Irritation evident in his voice "listen, I just want this to be over so that we can go on with our lives"

"Well so sorry, I'm taking so much time, to just pack everything up and throw away the life we built" you hissed

"Excuse me! We both made the decision to get a divorce"

 You voice barely audible "yeah I know" swallowing the emotion in your voice "I just got back from my shift at the hospital and I just need to freshen up first, then I will help sorting through the stuff okay"

His voice soft, "how was your shift?"

As you put the coffee mug in the kitchen sink you whisper "it was okay, we lost a patient today, bad car accident"

His eyes saddened as he knows how much it affects you "I'm so sorry darl..." He stops himself before finishing his sentence.

You just walk away, towards your once shared bedroom, knowing he most probably wanted to say darling, the little pet name he always used for you.

As you get into the shower, letting the hot water run over you, you let go of the hold on the floodgates behind your eyes, sobbing frantically now, holding your hand over your mouth, so that you can dampen the noises, your body shaking, as your mind drift, to the events of the past few weeks, you and Beau both agreed to get a divorce, the two of you got so busy with every day life, that the two of you started to drift further and further away, its so ironic the same jobs that brought the two off you together, is also tearing you apart.

The two of you met, while he came in, with a knife wound to his arm, and as you treated him, well it was love at first sight so too say. As you fall down, cradling your knees as the water runs over you, recalling the years you've been together, you always thought getting a divorce at your age won't happen, but well your here now. The thing that breaks you, is no-one cheated, the two of you just fought all the damn time, and him being Sheriff and you being a ER doctor, working mostly night shifts, you were living past each other, when you got home, he's leaving for work, and when he gets back home, your leaving for your shift.

You can't even recall the last time you two kissed, never less touched. You were so in love, so passionate and now all that has gone too hell. Getting up, and stepping out of the shower, opting out for a pair of your favorite worn out jeans, with a old t-shirt, not realizing it's one of his shirts, but hey, it's already on you, so what the heck. Throwing your hair into a messy bun, you don't real seem to care how homeless you look as your heart already feel homeless.

Glancing through your bedroom, everywhere boxes labeled his and hers, as you two are going to put your house up for rent and then split the profits between the two off you. As you take the bottle of perfume, spritzing it in the nape of your neck and some on your wrist, a small smile forms on your lips as you remember, Beau gave it to you for your birthday last year, he always did take such notice in the smallest of details. But that memory crumbles quickly as you see the stack of divorce documents, on your dresser, both of you agreed to sign it when you where done sorting everything in the house.

You rush down the stairs, furious and determined to get this over and done with, unsure of how much your heart can handle. Peeking through the living room, you don't see him anywhere, then you catch a glimpse of his brownish hair getting tossed in the wind as he sits on the porch with a cup of coffee, you always did like the way the moonlight danced in his eyes, the way the little garden lights revealed his freckles, oh damn you love his small freckles, that stained his cheeks and his nose, and not too even talk about his perfectly kissable lips. What the hell is wrong with you, your about to divorce that man. You just turn around and walk towards the living room, starting to sort through some stuff.

Getting up out of the wooden chair, holding the mug in his hand, his rough calloused fingers running over the lettering 'M...R' , his eyes squinting as he recalls the day you got that, on your honeymoon.. well that and books, both off you liked too read, but well there weren't much reading done those two weeks, he was too busy exploring every single part of your body. As he peeks into the house, seeing the way your kneeling, looking through what seems to be picture albums, he can't help but to admire the way your body fills out his shirt, the way you've got your hair up with loose strings off hair, framing your beautiful face and neck, a smile tugging at his lips, as he recalls how ticklish you were as he placed loving kisses, sending shivers down your spine. The sound of you giggling always made him feel alive, you made him feel alive, made him feel whole and now, well now his left with a hole in his heart.

Dammit what's the matter with him, his about to divorce that woman, how can he feel this way, is it just the memories, of your shared home, your shared love, why did all of these feelings have to rush back, how is he suppose to just simply act like he wants this, because he sure as hell does not want too loose you, but he loves you too damn much to not give you what you want, a chance too be happy again. So he'll go through with the divorce, knowing both of you said that's what needed to be done, so he just wants this over and done with, he can't stand being in your presence and not kiss you, not hold you, not tell you how much he loves you.

Spending the rest of the hours in an awkward silence, as the two of you sort through the memories that was build. But it's you who breaks the silence, kicking a empty box on the ground "it's 2 in the morning, I'm going to bed"

He's not really sure why he was so irritated by your comment but he started snapping at you "what? we should finish this, now"

Your jaw drops, you roll your eyes "excuse me! I'm tired" you bite your lower lip, but then decide to say it anyway "I'm tired of pretending that it's fine being in the same room as you"

A smirk on his plum lips "oh, its that bad being around me?" 

Crossing your arms in front of you "you said it, I didn't" 

Shaking his head "Woman you are driving me crazy"

"Oh yeah! Well you are driving me insane" you snap back

He strides closer towards you, his deep husky voice "is that the best you can come up with"

Throwing your arms up in the air "why do you want to make me angry" her voice brittle "is this what you want, me breaking down in front off you"

For a few seconds there was a softness in his eyes, but then his jaw hardens again "you have no idea what I want woman"

Enraged now "just leave it, all of this take what you want and give the rest away, I don't give a damn anymore, I'm done, with this, with you, with us, with everything"

He can't help but to examine the way your lips move, when you scream at him, he always did find you very sexy, as you were furious, going on about something, the way your whole body moves as your anger took over you, the way your hips swayed, when you'd explain what he did wrong, but by then you've lost him, he was too busy inspecting every little nose crinkle, every movement you made. Without any warning he cups your face, his lips crashes against yours. When he finally pulls away, both off you trying to catch your breath. For a few seconds you just stood there, your voice breathy "we... we can't do this" you turn around, but he grabs ahold of you, holding you in his arms, your back against his chest, his hot breath by your ear as he whispers "darling, tell me you don't want me, and I'll let you go" it send shivers down your spine. 

Merely a whisper that escapes your lips, "kiss me Beau, as if you never stopped loving me" as his fingers trail down your neck, raking the loose hair away, through the kisses he places down your neck, to your collarbone, his fingers sliding the t-shirt over your shoulder, his lips, trailing against your skin, a low roar escapes his lips "I never did stop loving you darling"

Those words coming from him, makes you turn around, looking up towards his eyes, searching those hazel-green orbs, for any indication, how he truly feels. Placing your hand on his cheek, feeling the stubble of his beard underneath your touch, you know you're probably going to regret this in the morning, but your fingers trace down to his lips, as if you want to take in this work of art. Standing on your tippy toes, leaning in so that you can taste his lips, just one more time. 

He claims your lips, as if he was starving, your tongues doing a passionate dance, his right hand holding the back of your neck, and his left hand holds on to your lower back, as he pulls you in even closer, not breaking the kiss once, your hands raking through his hair, as you want him closer, closer than ever before. He pushes you against the wall, tugging at the hem of your shirt, helping him to remove the clothing, through the kisses, and heartbeats racing, his hand roams your body, picking you up as you wrap your legs around his waist, but as he makes his way towards the couch, not breaking the kiss, he knocks over a stack of boxes, making him stumble and come to a fall, you lay on top off him, both of you laughing so hard it echoes through the house, its the first time in a long time that this house have heard so much laughter, he pulls you in for yet another kiss, and as you two lay there on the floor in front of the fire place, exploring each other as if its for the first time, not saying much, just sweet little moans, and whimpers escapes your lips, as your bodies does the talking for you. Not really sure, when but sometime during the early morning hours, both of you have fallen asleep, entangled, skin on skin, wrapped in each other's love. 

You've woken up, by his calloused fingers running up and down your back, your head on his chest, slightly lifting your eyes too study his face, his glancing up towards the ceiling, a smile on his lips, his eyes almost sparkling, as he realizes your awake, he looks down at you, placing a kiss on your forehead, "Morning Darling" you smile as you sweet voice greets him "Morning babe"

He starts laughing a little "so last night happened" you mockingly hit his chest, "Not funny, were supposed to get a divorce" 

He looks at you, eyes filled with love "about that! I don't want to divorce you, I want to be your husband, forever like we vowed" 

Stunned "what! I thought you wanted this"

"No, somewhere during yesterday I realized, I still love, you. No! that's a lie, I never did stop loving you"

A smile forming your lips "Neither did I, I was so frustrated, I wanted you, this , us our house, but I was too afraid to say it."

Sitting upright now, taking you hands in his "Darling, that's what I want, I want us too, we can work it out, we can get through this can't we?"

Pulling the throw, a little tighter over your body, as the crisp morning air, makes you shiver a bit. "Babe I think we can, we should just make time for each other."

Nodding his head, making his longer brownish hair fall in front of his eyes, a smile forming on his plum lips, revealing the age lines around his eyes, "Yes my sweet darling, I agree, but what do you say we tear up those divorce papers, and give the two of us just one more try"

A laugh escapes your lips "Yes, a million times yes. I love you"

Leaning down to place a kiss on your lips, this time, gentle little kisses as, he whispers through the kisses I.... Love... You... Too... Darling"

You can't help but too smile through the kisses knowing your heart aren't homeless no more, your home in your husbands arms. As the two of you come up for some air, you glance at the boxes stacked everywhere, half of the house is packed up, you smile at your husband, "babe, we just have to do one more thing!"

Confused he looks at your beautiful face, "Yes my darling, and will that be."

Laughing now, "we are going too spend over off weekend unpacking and moving back into our home"

A mischievous grin on his face "Please be quiet, I haven't had enough coffee yet, to deal with this" 

The two of you burst into laughter, taking in each other, knowing there's a lot of work to do, not just the unpacking but the rebuilding of your lives together. But with your husbands hand interlacing yours, you know that it's possible, anything is possible, with the person you love the most, by your side, ready to fight for your marriage and content in knowing you love each other, you sat there with your head resting on his chest, as you watch the fire place , the way the flames dances in a fiery passion after it's ignited, brings you nope, knowing, just one more try is all you need.  

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*Addictive Lips*

I have never been addicted to anything in my life

I've never needed to struggle with that fight

Of feeling incredibly high

But I gotta admit, here where I'm sitting, I'm a little shy

Since the day I met you

I didn't have a single clue

Of how it feels to be so addicted

Yes it's true - the verdict

I have fallen so far

You fill my senses like smoke from a cigar

When you come closer my heart starts racing

I can't believe what I'm facing

My eyes start to dilate

Is this what happens when you meet your soulmate?

I just simply can't get enough

I've been trying to stay 'clean' but it's been so tough

I just simply need my fix

My heart and head is a mix

Between I need to give in or give you up

But how?, your like strong black coffee in my cup

Your like the taste of nicotine

But here's the thing

I've never even lit a cigarette

But it ain't no secret

You've got addictive lips

Not even to talk about how my skin, feels underneath your fingertips

Oh and then there's your smile

It makes me so high

I probably need rehab

But I can't stop when you close the gap

Your lips crashing against mine

And here it comes I'm somewhere on cloud nine

Every piece of my broken heart you mend

Wearing your t-shirts breathing in your scent

Chuckling to myself, realising you're my one and only addiction

Maybe it's a contradiction, maybe a conviction

All I've come to realise

It's important for me to recognise

My own faults, but loving you babe ain't one

Yeah I might be addicted to you, but I don't see anything wrong with it, absolutely none.

•Denesca van Eck

•8 November 2024

[nescaveckwriter]

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

Side Note: Please check out my Masterlist for more, epic stories🐞💕

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…”.

@jackles010378 @winchesterwild78 @k-slla @angelbabyyy99

[nescaveckwriter]

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

[nescaveckwriter]

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 😅

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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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