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tired-truffle · 2 years ago

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Rivers and Roads

A Lokixfem!reader fic

Word Count: 3.6k

Part 15/16

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A/N: Smut in this chapter, feel free to read up to it if you don't want to read it, and it lasts until the end of the chapter so you don't have to scroll down and figure out when it stops! It's also my first time publishing smut so I hope it's not bad!!

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You came back to the present with a shaky breath, the remnants of your terror and grief threatening to engulf you. You squeezed your eyes closed and gripped Loki’s shirt with trembling hands.

Out of all the things you would have guessed, dying so that trillions could live was not at the top of your list. You’d felt so guilty over your mistake, but it was more than that. You’d also seen the way that Romanoff’s family had missed her, all the good she could have done if she could only have lived. You couldn’t let that happen again. You weren’t a fighter, they didn’t need you. You were expendable enough that they wouldn’t miss you.

Or at least Stark and his friends wouldn’t. Loki on the other hand… The way he’d looked at you like you’d ripped out his still beating heart and crushed it in your hands was enough to have tears spring to your eyes and your throat feel raw as if you’d just screamed for hours on end.

“Princess,” Loki’s voice was full of concern, “Are you alright?”

You opened your eyes to meet his gaze. Your lips trembled as you looked at the man you had left behind sixty years ago. He’d been alone for so long and after that vision, you had a good idea why. He hadn��t listened to your letter.

“Loki, I’m so sorry,” You choked on a shuddering sob and covered your mouth and nose with your hands, “I'm so sorry.”

You felt like you were drowning, like there was an endless chasm that had opened up under you and pulled you down, down into a deep well that filled your mouth with the burning taste of loss. And you’d lost so much.

Loki pulled back and examined your tear-stricken face. His eyes flashed as he realized what you’d seen, “You know now.”

You dropped your hands into your lap. You knew now what you’d been begging him to tell you. You knew what you’d done to hurt him. You had had to do it, it was your choice and even as you sat on Loki’s lap, his anger palpable and his grief breaking through the mask, you wouldn’t change what you had done.

“You still don’t regret it, do you?” Loki’s gaze hardened, his mouth set in a firm line.

“Loki, can you honestly tell me what my life was worth against the lives of so many? People that I failed to save the first time around.”

“You were mine,” Loki said darkly, a shiver running down your spine, “You don’t steal from me, Princess.”

Your tears ran hot down your cheeks and you didn’t try to wipe them away, there was no point, they’d only be replaced by more, “I came back.”

“You left,” Loki said darkly, his arms falling away from you. He was pulling away before you could hurt him again and you couldn’t let that happen. You had to break through his walls before he put them up to thick for you to do anything but beg him to let you in.

“Loki,” You reached out to cup his cheek but he jerked away and you lowered your hand, “I didn’t want to leave you, that was the worst and hardest thing I have ever had to do. But I had to fix what I did.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” Loki spat, “Thanos was the one who snapped, Thor should have known to aim for his head, he is the warrior, not you. He should have known to go for the killing blow.”

You flinched and looked away as you put the pieces together with the vision you’d had of talking to Thor. You’d forgotten to tell Thor to aim for the head, and history had repeated itself. Though it wasn’t your history, it wasn’t your world. You’d had access to the future of Loki’s universe from yours, but when you tried to picture how it was all fuzzy, like watching it on a screen. Or maybe you had watched it on a screen, somehow. If that even made sense.

“You still blame yourself, even after you died to save them all, don’t you?” Loki asked, already knowing the answer.

You looked away, tears falling softly onto the blanket. You couldn’t bring yourself to confirm it.

“Get off me, mortal, you’ve learned nothing and I have no need of you bawling on me like a lost kitten.” Loki grasped your hips tightly to remove you from your lap but you stopped him when you planted your hands firmly against his chest and tightened your thighs around his. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

You looked up at him, though the tears still rolled down your face, you fixed him with your most determined glare, “I am not going anywhere until you stop shutting me out. This won’t hurt you any less. I’ve seen the way you looked at me the past few days when you thought I wasn’t watching. You will always care for me, even though you hate it, even though you try so hard not to.”

Loki growled, his hands tightening on your hips as he deftly rolled you over so you lay on your back underneath him. He’d all but pinned you to the bed, your arms splayed out to the sides in surprise as he leaned closer, a dark look on his face.

“I don’t care for you. You’re nothing but a mortal, your life will be over in an instant compared to mine, why would I tie myself to someone so fragile?” Loki asked, though you felt like that question was as much for you as it was for me.

“I can’t answer that for you.” You said, “But you did keep those pictures for decades after I was gone.”

“Nothing more than a keepsake from my time when I was free,” Loki’s words fell flat, his face dangerously close to yours.

“I know you’re lying, Loki. Do you want to know how I know that?” Your voice was quieter than you’d meant it to be, but it had the effect you’d wanted.

Loki stiffened over you, and you didn’t give him any time to argue before you continued.

“I know you’re lying because if you didn’t care for me - If you didn’t love me, the stone never would have accepted the sacrifice. You had to lose that which you love, and you lost me.” You choked on your words as Loki’s face fell, his walls crumbling as you broke them down.

“Did you read my letter?” You asked.

Loki pursed his lips and nodded, closing his eyes, “I considered burning it instead, but I couldn’t do it.”

“Then you know that I feel the same way about you.”

Loki’s eyes snapped open, meeting yours with an intense gaze that had your heart quickening, “If you truly felt that way you wouldn’t have left me to return back to our time without you. Do you know what it was like to look at the faces of your precious Avengers knowing I’d been unable to save you? They blamed me, but they were the ones who allowed you to go.”

“And so you took it out on them, just like how I told you not to in my letter. They sent you here to keep you from hurting anyone else.”

He averted his gaze and you reached up, grabbing his chin in your fingers and turning his face back towards you. You smiled softly, “If anything that just proves my point more.”

“Maybe it does, Princess.” Loki conceded.

You let your fingers trail along his jaw, his skin smooth underneath your touch. You saw tears spring to his eyes as he fought to hold them back. He turned into your touch, pressing a gentle kiss to your palm that stole your breath. The sheer tenderness, the vulnerability, stole your breath away.

“I fought the whole time I was in the soul realm to get back to you,” You said, your voice shaky, “You were the reason I held onto myself, I had to get back to you, I didn’t want to leave you.” Your voice broke and you let out a stifled sob.

Loki chuckled and held your cheek in his hand, “I know, Princess, I was told as much when it returned you to me. You’d disrupted its routine so much it no longer wanted your soul.”

“It had me for long enough.” You leaned into his touch, your hand leaving his face to hold onto the arm that was propping him up.

“Sixty-three years too long.” Loki leaned his forehead against yours, “And I missed you every moment, Princess.”

“Loki,” You closed your eyes, if you looked at him you would lose your courage, “I never got the chance to say how I feel. I wrote it, I said it before I died, but never when you could hear me. And I don’t want you thinking it’s because I didn’t want to or I didn’t mean it, it’s because I didn’t think I deserved you.”

“Princess-“ Loki started before you cut him off.

“Please, just let me say it, I need to say it before I can’t again.” You took a deep breath. “Loki, I love you. And I don’t expect anything to come out of it, but I need you to know that there is no one else for me. I loved you from before we first met and every moment after. Even when I didn’t remember you I still loved you, that piece of you never left my heart, and I was too confused to understand but now I know. Not even the soul stone could take that from me. It could take everything else but it couldn’t take you.”

There was a beat of silence and you opened your eyes, holding your breath. The way Loki looked at you made your heart feel like it was on fire and your stomach did a somersault. There was so much to his expression that conveyed his grief and devastation over losing you, but the hope and love that remained as he took in what you’d told him, what you’d finally confessed to him, and not in some tear-stained letter.

You opened your mouth to speak again but this time he cut you off, though not with his words. His soft lips crashed into yours as sixty years of longing took over and he could no longer hold himself back. It was like coming home, finding safety when you’d been lost, unsure if you would survive. But you’d made it, you’d fought and clawed your way back, you refused to be parted from him, even when you’d been nothing more than another soul to fuel an ancient force, nothing more than a body left bleeding on a cold stone ground.

The taste of salt from your tears filled your mouth along with the sweetness of the berries he’d had not so long ago. It was messy, but it was perfect, it was everything you’d wanted for so long and hadn’t let yourself even dream of having.

You clutched at the front of his shirt, as you held back your sobs of relief, pulling him closer, needing his weight on you to hold you down before you floated away like an errant balloon.

You pressed yourself against him, the heat from his body filling yours as he settled between your hips, his hands caressing you with a reverence you weren’t sure if you deserved, but craved nonetheless.

His tongue flicked along your lips, a silent plea to let him in that you were more than happy to grant. You needed all of him, you wanted to feel every inch of him on your skin, but even that wouldn’t be enough.

You ground your hips against his in a silent plea of your own. No more waiting, if he wanted this, all he had to do was take it, you would give him everything. You’d both waited long enough.

Loki broke the kiss with a stifled groan and you let out an embarrassing whimper at the loss of his lips on yours.

Loki chuckled, “So needy, Princess, whatever shall I do with you?”

He leaned down to press a kiss to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, you gasped as pleasure ran down your spine, “Anything you want, I’m all yours.”

Loki brought his face back up to hover over yours, his eyes darkened, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

You held his face in your hands, “I am yours, Loki, I always have been and I always will be. Nothing will ever change that.”

Before you could fully take in the look of profound relief and adoration on his face, he closed the distance between you once more. He kissed you with a fierceness that left you breathless and seeing stars. His fingers tangled in your hair and he held you to him like he was afraid that if he let go you’d vanish.

You were going nowhere, this small bunker with Loki was the only place you wanted to be.

He pulled you up with him as he sat back on his heels with you straddling his lap. The sudden movement elicited a gasp from you as you clung to him, your blanket falling away. You’d thought that you would have been freezing without it, but whether it was due to Loki’s magic or the sheer heat of the moment, you were encompassed by warmth, the chill unable to reach you.

Loki’s hands slid up the back of your shirt and you revelled in the feeling of his smooth hands on your bare skin. You arched against him, his mouth moving to your exposed throat. You sucked in a breath as shivers ran down your spine.

“Loki, please.” You begged.

“What is it you want, Princess,” Loki mumbled against your shoulder.

You ground your hips into him, your mind foggy with need, “You, I want you.”

“You have to be more specific than that.”

You growled in frustration and he laughed. He knew what you wanted, he just wanted to hear you beg for it. In this instance, you found yourself not above begging.

“Please touch me.” You whispered, your cheeks heating up.

He smiled against your throat, “I am touching you.”

You grabbed his hand from where it rested between your shoulder blades and pulled it around to your breasts.

“Here.” You breathed. Loki looked up at you, his pupils blown wide as he ghosted deft fingers over the aching peeks. You threw your head back as a wonderful sensation radiated down into your core.

“If you insist.”

You didn’t have any sassy responses, you were too lost in the feeling of his hands on your breasts, your hips grinding into his as you panted. His cock was hard against you and it sent a thrill through your body. You reached one hand down to slip under his pants, but he caught your wrist.

“Focus on yourself, for now, Princess, we can get to that later.”

Any protest died in your throat as Loki swiftly removed your shirt, tossing it off to the side. He leaned back, his eyes racking over your exposed form. You ducked your head, suddenly filled with embarrassment.

“Don’t hide from me now,” Loki crooned, his hand cupping your cheek and bringing your gaze back to his, “You’re beautiful, Princess, I want to see all of you.”

You released a shaky breath. After everything you’d both gone through, you didn’t need to feel embarrassed around him. His words filled you with tentative confidence, and you played with the hem of his shirt, looking at him through thick lashes, a silent question in the curve of your shy smile.

Loki grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before shucking off his shirt.

You didn’t know how he could see you as beautiful when he was sitting right there. His body was perfectly sculpted, like a marble statue of a God. His skin was smooth over tightly corded muscles, and without thinking, you ran your hand across his stomach and up his chest. He was stunning, and you wanted more.

As if hearing your thoughts, Loki laid you back down on the bed once more and you sucked in a breath as his tongue darted out to tease the tip of your breast. He gave you a wolfish grin before taking it entirely in his mouth. You moaned as the feeling spread through you, your fingers pulling gently at his hair.

He’d propped himself up with one arm, and the other snaked down your torso, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your pants to the soaking heat underneath. When he gently brushed over your clit, you whined, that was what you’d been craving, that was what you needed.

You bucked against his hand, desperate for more of that feeling, those sparks that ran down to your toes and made them curl. Loki released your breast and you pushed yourself up on your elbows, fully intending to protest, but any disappointment was quickly erased as he pulled your pants down and off your legs, before nudging them apart and settling himself between them. You watched with bated breath, feeling shy but unwilling to tell him to stop.

He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, “Are you sure you want me to continue? We can always stop right here.”

“Don’t stop.” You said breathlessly, “Please.”

His eyes darkened, “Relax for me, Princess.”

You hadn’t realized that you were tensing up, but at his instructions you laid back down, releasing the tension in your shoulders.

“Good girl,” He purred, before his mouth was on you once more, his tongue parting you as he licked a long strip up to your clit. It felt amazing and your legs quivered, you weren’t sure how you hadn’t fallen apart then and there, but as he continued his ministrations, his hands gripping tightly on your thighs, you found yourself lost in his touch. You moaned as he worked, your body tingling with pleasure. He pressed his tongue against your entrance and when you wiggled against him, your hands gripping the sheets, he slipped his tongue inside you. It was everything you wanted and more and your hips bucked off the bed as he brought one hand up to rub your clit. That delicious pressure built up inside you, threatening to overwhelm you, before your release shook through your body, pulling a cry from your throat.

You were flushed and sweaty, but it still wasn’t enough, your body still ached for him, and from the hungry look he gave you as he crawled back over you, he felt that need too.

Your shaky hands went to his pants and this time he didn’t stop you. He captured your mouth in a gentle kiss as you pushed his pants off his waist and he brought them the rest of the way off. He broke the kiss and you locked eyes, his hips settling between yours as he stroked himself through your heat. His tip sat at your entrance and you wiggled your hips, urging him to continue.

Loki looked at you tenderly, his lips parted and eyes half-lidded, “I love you, Princess.”

You weren’t able to respond as he slide his cock into your core. You whimpered, though not in pain, as he stretched you, panting over you as he let you adjust to him. He was large, larger than you had expected, but you wanted all of him and you were determined to do so. You rocked your hips, bringing your legs up to wrap around him. He inched into you, burying his face in your neck as he groaned.

He pulled back out and the noise of protest that was building in your throat at the loss of him quickly died when he pushed his cock back in, hitting your clit and making you see stars.

“Faster, Loki, please.” You begged, your mind foggy with need.

Loki brought his face back up to hover over yours, “Anything for you, Princess.”

The pace he set was punishing in all the right ways and you moaned as the pressure started to build back up in your core. You clawed at Loki’s back, trying to grab hold of something lest the pleasure overtake you.

He kept his gaze on you, taking in all of your expressions as he propped himself up on one arm and used his free hand to rub your clit. It didn’t take long for you to be thrown over that edge once more, your eyes fluttering as the shocks of your release made cascaded through you.

It wasn’t long before Loki followed after you, his beautiful face filled with desire as he spilled into you.

You were both left panting, faces flushed, and thoroughly satisfied. There had been so much tension built up between you both that you hadn’t realized was there, but as it dissipated and Loki rested his forehead against yours, you felt a heavy pressure lift from your shoulders.

“I love you too.” You gently stroked your fingers up his side.

Loki smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

You may have ended your time together before you’d had a chance to tell him how you felt. But now you had all the time in the world for just the two of you. Whatever life threw your way you would be able to handle as long as Loki stayed by your side. You felt invincible, elated, and you couldn’t imagine anything ruining that feeling.

The problem with your imagination was that it often strayed towards ideal scenarios, whereas the reality you were about to find yourself in was more dangerous than you had ever wanted. But for now, you were content to lay with him, making up for the time you had lost and the time you sought to regain.

A/N: Thank you for all your lovely comments they mean the world to me!! I am hoping to have the next chapter out by Thursday :)

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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years ago

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Dean Winchester: Miracle and Simon

Pairing: Dean W. x Wife!Reader Pov: Dean Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of angst, Dean, dogs, talk of infertility, sadness, overall fluff, comforting Dean, Sam is mention. Summary: Y/n and Dean learn after a long time of trying for children that Y/n is unable to bare a child. With this news, they decide to wait. When Dean comes across two very cute pups how can Dean pass it up? Word Count: 2.3k A/N: Written for band-psychos 1.5 followers writing bingo challenge. This is sad, but good at the same time. By the way, I have absolutely no clue what it's like to be told that I won't be able to have children, so what I may say may be wrong. Also, I'm sorry if this is something that affects you. Square: First Pet

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Month, turned into years of trying for a baby. It was okay in the beginning, but it turned into constant disappointment. Not disappointed in Y/n or myself. Just overall disappointment in the situation.

How we had been stripped of the ability to have kids. Y/n being stripped of the chance of being the best mother I know she can be. I felt more hopeless, and helpless than I had in any other part of my life.

My darling wife unable to bare a child, unable to be the most gifted thing in life. Unable to become a mother. That day was horrific, She cried in my arms and spent the drive back home in silence.

She stayed away, she had moved back into her old room. Forcing everything that we had built to be crushed. She pushed everything and everyone away.

It was horrible, she wore her ring still. Years of marriage, years of trying. Years of our life being shut out. Being put behind a wall because she felt as if she wasn't enough, wasn't worth being with.

There were nights of course I'd try and make conversation with her, but it always ended in silence, or in me talking enough for the both of us.

The few months that she pushed me away were the hardest, hearing the loud sobs echo through the halls. Not hearing her voice at all was the worst of it all, not being able to see the bright smile that used to blossom on her face was horrible.

So many things that I wish that I could change for her, so many things that I wish that I could make better. Better for her, better for me, but most importantly better for our relationship.

Finally one night.

Hearing a soft knock on my door, even with it being ajar. "Dean.. Can I come in?" Y/n asked, barely poking her head into my, our room. I was still a little confused on that one.

"Of course honey," I said pulling the bedspread back so if she wished she could climb into bed with me. She walked in slowly, not bothering to shut the door behind her.

She wore an old shirt of mine, sleep shorts, and her slippers. She looked just like she has always looked comfortable, but the look on her face was a displacement of how she looked. Her voice was white, heavy purple and black circles under her eyes, her face even looked a little bit too skinny.

Y/n say slipping her slippers off before climbing to the bed with me. "Hey." She said timidly like, "Hey baby," I said. During the time she had taken to be by herself, I had done more than enough research about what happened when women learned that they were infertile.

How they need space, or how they didn't like to be touched, how they could have outbursts of many different emotions. It's been five months and now Y/n's back in our bed. I'm hesitant to touch her, I think she can tell.

"Let me first say that"

"I missed you"

We spoke at the same time, speaking at the same was something that we always tended to do... God to hear her voice was amazing, like cutting butter so smooth and calming. She was so perfect to me no matter what was going on outside of this moment right now.

I smiled, and Y/n smiled back at me. It wasn't a full smile, but it was true and halfway there. "Do you want me to go first?" I asked not wanting to push her if she wasn't fully comfortable with it.

But if she wasn't comfortable with it then she wouldn't have come to my... our room and sat down next to her husband. Right? 'Stop asking so many questions.'

"If you want to Dean." She said her voice starting to waver. She's going to start crying, start talking Dean.

"I'm going, to be honest with you here. I don't know what to say.' Smiling afterward, ' I... I want you to know that you aren't alone in this, I know now that you needed your space, I want you to know that no matter what you think I don't blame you at all, not once. Because I'll forever love you. I've also been reading a lot,' Y/n was smiling now, raising her eyebrows at my reading comment. 'Anything for you Y/n you know that, but regardless I've been doing some reading on this situation, how this may affect us, you and myself. I just want you to know that I'm here for you." I said finally shutting my mouth.

She didn't look like she was going to cry anymore. Y/n was smiling a bright tooth-grinning smile. "You know Dean even when you don't know what to say you always manage to say the right thing, every single fuckin' time," She said through her smile.

Is it weird to say, but I know when Y/n is at her most happy because she curses. She spouts out every single bad curse word there is known to man. Just to tell you how happy she truly is.

God, I missed her smile. You don't realize just how much you miss something or even need it until it stops coming into your life and then comes back into your life a bullet.

I reached out to touch her, but I'm still hesitant. Very hesitant she most definitely saw that. When I went to take my hand back to my lap, she reached out grabbing my hand.

She's so soft, and her hands god how I've forgotten how much smaller her hands are to mine. Look at her hands, look at that ring, still shiny and glistening under the light of our room. That ring I think is what brought her back to me, no scratch that I think our love for each other is brought her back to me.

I had been looking for weeks after Y/n finally came back. Everything needs to settle down before I can even prompt the question to her. I want her to feel safe, I don't her to feel pressured or like I might be trying to replace the idea of children.

I again dived in and did the research for my idea. Sam even helped me, helped me to try and find the right one for her and me. Sam knows a lot of things but he especially knows this about me. When I do something I do it all the way, no half-assing anything and that only becomes ten times more when Y/n is thrown into the situation.

Doing the best research I could with the help of my brother of course. I found the best thing, not something I necessarily like the idea of but anything to help Y/n.

Anything for her.

They passed my screen, and before I knew it I was scrolling back up to them. In the loud and bold letter, it read.

These two come together, a pit bull and a golden retriever. Price is free, just come and pick them up today.

It just clicked, you ever have those types of moments. Where you can feel deep down in your mind, and body. Gosh, I'm really starting to get more and more like Sam.

I shouldn't say that because honestly, that's how it was for me when I first met Y/n. But that is most definitely a story for another time. I jumped from my seat sending the library chair to slide and then fall against the tile floor.

"Are you okay?" I heard Y/n's sweet voice ringing from behind me. 'Shit I forgot' "Yeah I'm fine, I just remember that I forgot to grab something when I was out earlier," I said, turning jamming my phone in my back pocket, calmly walking over to her, and kissing her temple saying bye.

I rushed, driving down the gravel road that leads to home sweet home. If nobody knew what I was doing they'd probably all think I was trying to get away from a murder that I just committed.

The drive to pups was silent. I'd driven baby so many times alone, but this time it just felt different. My impala was the first one parked, a few people close behind me. I rushed up to the fairly older man. He looked over my shoulder, he huffed before waving the other people off.

"Now listen heree son, I'm given' you 2 pups for nothing, so I don't want to hear anything." He said stepping down the porch and walking in front of me to the red broke down barn.

"They're in here. All yours." He said pulling back the door and then walking back to his barn house. Pointing in a very general area, there were 2 pups as the old man called them. Curled up into each other, 'cute' I thought to myself.

'I've already been gone for too long, hurry up Dean.' I said to myself. "Do they respond to commands? Like come, or no?" I asked as I slouched down to the height or near height of them. He hummed and said a few things under his breath.

"Come here," I said gently, just like if I were talking to Y/n. I know that as husband and wife you're supposed to talk about things before you just go outright and do them, but I kind of figured that Y/n wouldn't have any cons to having some furry children. It would most definitely take her mind somewhere else for the moment.

Waking them up from their shallow sleep, they were both wary at first, but grow to be giving me kisses had me rolling around on the dirty ground.

"Come on son!" The old man said. I jumped up from the ground dusting my clothes off and whistling for the dog's attention. "Let's go" They followed us out of the barn and chased after each other. There was no need for a transaction seeing as he just wanted them gone.

I whistled again, both chasing each other and coming to a fast stop in front of me. I was hesitant to let these pups in my baby, but anything for my girl, for her happiness, anything for her.

Both jumping up and finding a comfy spot and laying down. I speed back home, I'd already been gone for much longer than I originally wanted.

I once again speed down the gravel road heading to my home sweet home. Parking in the garage caused the pups to raise their heads. That being the first time, at least they don't complain about my driving like Sam does. That's rather nice.

I opened the back door and let both of them slip out. Yes at that moment I had realized that I had in fact told nobody of my plans, and I also had nothing to give them food-wise.

Letting them into the bunker they seemed to feel at home, but the more odd thing was that they didn't seem to care about anything other than finding Y/n.

An odd moment, it's like Sam said years ago sometimes animals can sense evil, so why can't they sense happiness or even sadness. I wonder?

The two of them led their own ways to the door of our bedroom. "Sit," I said quietly. They looked at each other and sat down, well actually they laid down.

I knocked and then came in seeing at it was also my room. "When'd you get back?" Y/n's honey slick voiced asked. "Just a few moments ago, love...." There was a comfortable silence between us, but Y/n always knows.

"What are you hiding Winchester?" She asked, pulling the sheets from her body. 'No don't get out of bed' "I need you to stay in bed for this surprise if you will." I said gesturing her to lay back down. " Be ready okay?" I said opening the door,

There sat a golden retriever and a pit bull. I heard her gasp "Dean?!". Behind me I saw the two dogs slowly sit up fully, they looked over at me, then over at Y/n.

I nodded and whistled. The pitbull was the first one to reach Y/n his nose nudging her arm. "Dean?" I heard again, so I turned I was smiling, the dog has already made a way onto her lap. "We.. are.. you." Y/n was most definitely stumbling over her words.

"Yes, they're ours. I thought that if we y'know. We could find a way to take care of something. I think he likes you, baby." I said walking all the way into the room having the golden following close behind me. "Yeah and I think she likes you, Dean." She said, patting the pits head.

"They need names," I said nodding to let the golden know that it was okay for her to jump up on the bed. I want my bed to remember them too, cause my bed is memory foam.

"Miracle and Simon. What do you think." Y/n said resting her hand on top of the pits head. "Whos who?" I asked, Y/n pointed at the dog taking up most of my lap, "That's Miracle" then moving and pointing over the sleeping pup in her lap snoring "This, sweet boy is Simon." She said a single tear falling down her cheek.

"What's wrong honey?" I asked "I know that I didn't even ask you if this was okay," I said worrying as more tears fall down her soft warm-toned cheeks.

"Nothing is wrong Dean, I just remembered that I wanted to maybe name our son Simon when we finally got pregnant." She said, I wiped her stray tears and said, "We've got our son and daughter just in fur version. And being together is enough for me." Kissing her forehead. A whispered, "Thank you Deanie Beanie." I rolled my eyes and kissed her forehead again.

Completed on: 05/24/2021

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A SERIE WITH HANK VOIGHT. CHAPTER I.

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Grabbing your backpack once you have kept all you need before going to work, you go downstairs following the smell of freshly made coffee. People in the hospital aren't wrong, it's like a drug. You have never been a big fan of coffee till you started to work in the Chicago Med. Since then, you always have a cup in your hands. Checking the hour in your phone, you calculate how many minutes are left for your shift to start. This morning you have woken an hour earlier than normally and seems like you have the house for your own, after Charlotte and Elizabeth have already left for their Firehouse.

Placing your stuff close to the door, you lead your barefoot to the kitchen to have a cup and pour some black hot coffee in it. Sitting over the counter, you spend your time checking some emails from Doctor Manning, your sponsor at Emergencies; test results, consultations and information about your practices in your free time. She is helping you more than anyone in your life with your career, keeping your head focused and your ideas firm.

The doorbell rings, making you raise both eyes from the screen. You're not expecting any visit and the postman came a while ago, and for an instant you're tempted to not open the door and continue with your coffee in silence, but your curiosity ends up winning. Leaving the mug over the counter, you attend to the call. But what you find pushes you into a surprised shock. Hank Voight.

The last time you saw him was the morning before to be arrested. The long hours locked in an interview room, being interrogated about his plans and his shenanigans, come to your head in a sight. The police ‘kindly invited’ you to the District to talk about him. They offered you a deal in exchange for information about him. But you rejected it. Not because you were in love with him, but because you didn't know much more than them and, even so, you're not a whistle-blower. He helped you when everybody turned their backs on you, after being falsely accused of stealing meds from your ambulance, when you worked as a paramedic. You didn't owe him any kind of favor, he didn't ask you to hide his shit. You did it because you want.

But you haven't known anything from him during the last year, more than a couple talks you have had with Erin. He rejected all your visits in jail, never responded to your calls or your letters. Nothing. And now, he is in front of you. Serious grimace as always, looking rested, wearing that dark blue plaid shirt he was wearing on your first date. You remember to tell him how much you liked that shirt, how good he looked with it on. Traveling down your eyes, the badge on his belt next to the buckle earns all your attention. And you can't feel more confused.

Hank Voight being a cop? Again? How is it possible? Who took him out of jail? You knew that his sentence was from six to eight years. It's been just a month and he's walking free again. The pressure inside your chest, racing up your heart, prevents you from breathing with normalcy. Licking your bottom lip, you try to say something but nothing comes from your mouth.

“May I come in?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you give him enough space to walk inside before closing the door again, behind your back. You want to punch him, shoot him, stab him (...), but you also want to hug him and kiss him, and know how he has been. When you knew he was being sent to Stateville, you thought you would never see him again. It doesn't matter who he was, what he did and who he helped to, he was a cop. And cops don't survive in jail.

“I heard you jumped from the ambulance to the Chicago Med”.

Hank is taking a look at your living room with curiosity, keeping his hands inside the pocket of his black jeans, turning around to rest his waist against the back of one of the sofas there. Raising an eyebrow you can't believe he has heard things about you and that he still cares. You nod in silence as crossing your arms over your chest with your lips pressed.

“I feel proud of you”. He utters then, shrugging briefly. “I always knew you'd be a good doctor. Is in your veins”.

“What are you doing here, Hank?” Putting away the quackery by waving a hand close to your chest, you can't help but tilt your head with confusion.

“I've missed you”.

As soon as he pronounces these words, a bitter and sarcastic laugh from you fills up the place. Shaking your head and rubbing the bridge of your nose, you can't believe this incompressible situation you are in. He stands up with the clear intention of coming closer, he stops dead when you raise both hands between the two of you while taking a step back.

“One year, Hank. One damn year waiting for… anything from you. A call, a text, a letter… Anything!”

“Erin was in contact with you”.

“Should I be… thankful?”

“I didn't want you to get implied”.

“Bullshit. I was since I decided to be by your side. The cops didn't handcuff me because I was working in the fifty-one and Boden knows my family, and knows me since I'm a kid”.

“Yeah, Erin told me 'bout that”. He pulls his gaze away for a moment, rubbing his right cheek. “You covered my back”.

“And you kicked my ass”.

“I wanted to protect you”

“You didn't! You pushed me away! You abandoned me!”

Hiding your face into your hands, you can't help but feel impotence being aware that you still love him after all. You really thought that he cared about you, that all the promises he made once would become real. But then, he suddenly cut any contact with you, for the exception of Erin. Raising your reddened eyes, you watch him grabbing a cardboard fold from under his jacket, to offer it to you.

“I didn't. I put you under protection. That was part of my deal with the State Attorney. Three cops have been following you all day since I walked into Stateville”.

Stupefy and looking at him with parted lips, feeling your lungs out of air for a second, you hold the fold to open it. Pictures, monthly reports, a copy of your tests for the EMT (...).

“Listen now, I was trying to survive. I was trying to have a plan before talking with you, but it took me more than I thought it could. I blinked and I was out of jail again. I'm leading the Intelligence Unit in the twenty-one now, and you're the first person I've seen besides my unit”. Carefully, Hank takes a step closer to you, slowly, hoping you don't take another back. “You've been the reason why I've been fighting all this time and I ain't pretending to come and change your life for a sudden. Only, to make sure you're good”.

“I wasn't. And I'm not”.

Slamming the fold against his chest, you try to walk away from him, but he stops you. He has that look in his eyes that tells you he's not going to leave you again. As his fingers get closed around your forearm, you try to contain the tears. His hand caresses your skin so softly that gives you chills, bristling it, till lacing his fingers with yours. Your heart jumps, just like it did the first time he held your hand that cold night of October two years ago, after insisting on driving you home.

“I've to come back to the Unit”. Hank whispers bending his head towards yours. “I can pick you up tonight. Have dinner. Talk. I will answer any question you have, I promise”.

He lands his other hand on the back of your neck, pressing his rough lips on your forehead, feeling his thumb stroking the back of your hand so tenderly that the only thing you want is to run away with him far from Chicago, far from Illinois and, why not? Far from the United States.

“One thing I want to make very clear, sweetheart. I never stopped loving you... Tell me you know it”.

“I do”. You sniff nodding, not being capable of looking up at him.

“If you don't want to see me again, but you need my help one day, don't hesitate”.

As soon as Hank abandons your house, your heart collapses, breaking into a bittersweet crying not knowing what to do. Not knowing to whom you can talk about it. Not knowing how to confront the mix of feelings and sensations dancing inside your chest, barely breathing as the whinings become louder. Holding the fold closer to your torso, you drag your feet over the parquet back to the kitchen trying to find a solution to all this mess.

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