#I love Jeremy Bradshaw

[electromignion]

Bridgewater “inktober” 5: Tea 🍵

Here’s Jeremy Bradshaw enjoying his tea!! Probably in the morning before going to work (as his teabag says good morning 🫶) 🤧 I don’t know why today I had a vision being: Jeremy wearing a turtleneck jumper and what was a 15 min quick sketch for the flat colours became a 4 hours drawing bdbdjdjd

I still headcanon Jeremy as not liking things being tight around his neck because of sensory issues, so to me it’s because our guy is cold with a beginning of sore throat, and also that the neck part is quite loose so not fully against his skin (I feel him a lot)

I did the design of the mug inspired by the Bridgewater official merch both the hitchhiking pin and also the blue purplish forest one, and added cryptids to the design and the Bridgewater lettering! And yes this is another mug from the huge mug collection Jeremy has, I think he might’ve bought this one himself, thinking it was funny enough

And also previous headcanons are there like the aroace bracelet that I want to believe that Anne was the one who gave it to him; and also the old piercing mark on his lobe as when he was a teenager/young adult he had piercings for his rebel era against his step father and his mother’s choices (cf previous drawings I did of young!Jeremy). Once again, thanks a LOT to @rockinglibra for the prompt list I appreciate it a lot 💜

[shedontlovehuhself]

Misha with Castiel: he worked with an SPN writer to canonize gay Cas and him being in love with Dean (from day one he felt the chemistry with Jensen and always thought destiel would be the logical conclusion).

Misha about Jeremy Bradshaw: when Bridgewater was renewed for a second season the first thing Misha asked the writer Lauren was will his character, Jeremy, be gay or bi. Hetero wasn't even an option in that convo. Turns out Jeremy is ace!

[thelaurenshippen]

bridgewater

bridgewater 1x09 / cryptidcore / gotye / promptuarium / phoebe bridgers / @adalbertfrigidus / bridgewater 2x01

[confusedkittensposts]

source: https://twitter.com/Gio_Gui/status/1613712921359536129

[found--family]

jeremy @ anne: look i'm open to any ideas but shutup about magic ok we're serious thinkers here 

also jeremy: maybe its a wormhole to prehistoric times and the giant black dog we saw was actually a dire wolf......... 

[call-me-daphne]

I just listened to the new episode of Bridgewater and I just hope that the Legend tripper lady is some sort of fairy from the Other side who muddles with Jeremy's head.

Otherwise I have to say....you should ask for people's NAME, Jeremy, before you agree to go on a DATE with them!!

[electromignion]

YALL LOOK AT HIM LOOK AT JEREMY I’M SO GRATEFUL TO HAVE COMMED AILEE CHECK IT OUT SCREAMING SOBBING FANBOYING SO HARD

MY MAN JEREMY BRADSHAW IS SO REAL

first commission!!!

[hawkland]

Art Masterpost: This Impossible Happiness Story by @friendofcarlotta Art by @hawkland / sidewinder

I'm always happy to get to work with @friendofcarlotta again and I know you are all going to love this story as much as I did! I just had to jump on it during @deancasbigbang claims as I am so keen on stories that reference The Winchesters' universe and explore all that it opened up with alternative worlds in SPN canon. (In fact I'm only bummed I didn't get to do some more art of those specific characters, but time and the extent of one of my other projects for this story got in my way. Maybe if I get the chance this winter when I'm promising myself a little time off from deadlines...)

The first image that immediately called out to me that I had to paint was Cas and Jack talking in Heaven while Jack is creating the skies. I had a really clear image of how to paint it in watercolor, and the biggest challenge was preserving the white of the paper (and I'll admit I threw in the bees to cover a small blemish/accident!) This was a large piece (20"x14") and I had to plan it out really carefully not to mess things up.

I then got the idea in my head that I wanted to try to paint each of the different versions of Cas & Dean in the story in tight close-up, to illustrate how they are the same yet also different. The first is what I called the "Winchesters Universe" versions, where Cas is a professor whom I visualized a lot like Jeremy Bradshaw in Bridgewater. This Dean is younger and has been raised in the hunting life but by supportive parents, so I saw him a lot like young!Dean in SPN but softer, happier.

Then there's " '80s Universe" Cas and Dean, who have had a rougher time of things before reuniting in the story. For Cas I used some reference caps from some tv work he did pre-SPN (particularly CSI: New York) that had a look I felt fit that particular character. For Dean I was thinking about him being of the same age as Winchesters' verse Dean, but having had a harder life. (And maybe a more 80s-style look and hair!)

And then of course there are our Cas and Dean, as we saw them in Season 15 (and for Dean, in The Winchesters finale episode.) There's a particular moment in the story I had in mind for their expressions but I don't want to say too much to spoil the story.

As a final project, I was trying really hard to closely match up these different portraits so I could overlay them and make a gif morphing on into the next. You can find that gif below the cut (or wait to see it when you read the story!)

Thanks as always to @friendofcarlotta for being such a wonderful and supportive bang partner! I loved this story and I know you will, too!

[ereardon]

His Best Friend's Wedding Epilogue [Bradley Bradshaw x Reader]

Overview: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw has been your best friend for a decade. He’s also your fiancé’s best man. So when he shows up at your hotel room the night before your wedding, it’s just because he’s your friend, right? 

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader 

Chapter summary: Two years after confessing the night before your wedding that he was in love with you, Bradley is faced with major changes – your divorce, and the birth of your child. You have a confession for him: you always loved him, too.

Warnings: Angst, pregnancy, childbirth, mention of cheating, alcohol, violence

See the full masterlist for the miniseries here

WC: 4.5K

You stood in the doorway, hand frozen in midair. Fear tightened your chest. 

How many times had you knocked on Bradley’s door before? Mostly you let yourself in, key slipped in the lock as seamlessly as if it were your own house. The bungalow was warm and inviting and you knew practically every turn, every creaky hardwood plank, every scratch on the wall. 

The dent on your ring finger stared back at you as your hand hovered an inch from the wood door. It felt odd. Bare. And while at first, the rings had felt heavy, like an omen, you were surprised to find that the absence of them didn’t feel light or freeing. 

It felt like homeostasis. 

After a moment, your fingers landed against the soft wood of the door. It opened instantly. Bradley’s warm eyes met yours. 

You looked up. 

“Come inside, Ace.” 

***

Bradley watched you kiss Jeremy on the altar. He had to sit there and give his best man speech at the wedding even though his hands shook the entire time and he couldn’t look either of you in the eye. He felt the prickle of jealousy and anger under the collar of his tux as you and Jeremy ran through the crowd toward the vintage convertible your father had lent the two of you as your getaway car.

Through gritted teeth, Bradley watched the milestones in your life from a short distance. Photos of your honeymoon in Tahiti. Your first house as a married couple. 

He was there the day the stick turned pink. 

Jeremy, as it turns out, was on assignment. You called Bradley without a second thought. “Brad,” you whispered into the phone. “Come over.” 

He could hear the anxiety in your voice. He was in his car before he even had time to tie his shoes, driving the familiar route without really seeing it. He could find his way to you with his eyes closed. 

You were sitting on the edge of the bathtub when he arrived, barreling through the door without knocking, shoving into the bathroom. The door flung open. He dropped down to kneel in front of you.

“Ace?” 

You smiled gently. “I couldn’t do this on my own.” You pointed to the test, wrapped up on the counter. Bradley sucked in a breath. He had known this was coming. You and Jeremy had been married for two years. You had always wanted a family. 

“Want me to open it?” he asked. You nodded. Bradley reached for the rest, rotating the plastic wrapper in his hands, pinching the plastic end with his large fingertips before pulling it slowly out of the sheath, reading the tiny white oval face. 

“Brad?” you whispered. Every nerve in your body was on fire. Fear bubbled in your chest. 

He smiled softly. “You’re going to be an amazing mom.” 

You sagged and Bradley caught you immediately, the two of you crouched on the bathroom floor, your arms flung around Bradley’s neck, his fingertips pressing tightly against your skin. He could feel your tears soaking the cotton of his shirt where your face was scrunched against his shoulder, but he didn’t care. He had never cared. He knew they were tears of joy. 

Bradley was the first person you called for most things. The day you got a flat tire on I-5 headed to Santa Clarita for a girls trip. The time you twisted an ankle at the grocery store and he showed up fifteen minutes later with a pair of flat shoes and an ice pack. 

Bradley was the person you called when everything went to hell with Jeremy. 

“I can’t fucking do this anymore!” you screamed, throwing a cup across the room, letting it shatter into a million pieces. 

Jeremy’s face was hard like stone. “You’re being insane, Y/N,” he said. 

“Insane? Insane?” You whipped around to face him, cheeks red with anger. “You’re gone all the time, Jer. You don’t answer your phone. I hear from other wives that you’re hanging out at bars on the base with random people including women I don’t know. How do you think that makes me feel?” 

“That’s the fucking job, Y/N. I’m a Naval lieutenant commander. I have responsibilities. I have duties. I have people I owe my life to.” 

“To me!” you shouted. “You owe your life to me, Jer! We stood up in front of three hundred people and promised ourselves to each other. Our time, our energy, our commitment.” 

“I’m in the military, babe, I have commitments.” 

You shook your head, tears flooding your eyes. “Maybe you’re the kind of man who can only have one.” 

“What is that supposed to mean?” 

“It means,” you whispered, “that maybe I’m not your top priority anymore.” 

Jeremy was silent. His silence said more than words ever could. 

You wiped at your tears. “I’m going out.” 

“When will you be back?” 

“Maybe I won’t.” 

“Don’t you fucking do that,” he said and there was ice in his words. “Don’t you fucking throw all of this away.” 

“You’re the one throwing it away,” you said, opening the door. “I’m just following your lead.” 

***

Bradley hated when you showed up at his door, tears in your eyes, an overnight bag packed and sitting at your side. 

He hated it more when you didn’t show up at all. Because that meant he was just one more step from losing you, all over again. 

The night that you found out about the baby, with Jeremy overseas, you asked Bradley to stay at the house. The two of you sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, Buddy your rescue labrador’s head buried in Bradley’s lap, one of his large hands stroking the dog's velvety ears. 

“Brad?” you asked, leaning your head against one hand, elbow pressed against the overstuffed sofa cushion. 

“Hmm?” 

“We don’t talk about it,” you said. 

“Talk about what?” 

“The wedding,” you whispered. “Everything that happened the night before.” 

Bradley’s eyes widened. It had been two years, four months, and sixteen days. He had thought about it every single day since he watched you float down the aisle toward him, only to say yes to Jeremy. You were still the first thing he thought of when he woke up and the last thing on his mind as he drifted off to sleep. 

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I shouldn’t have brought it up.” 

“I still love you,” Bradley said and you sucked in a breath. That felt like a punch to the gut. You placed one hand over your stomach, which he misinterpreted. “I’m sorry,” he added. “I know you belong to Jer. And I want you to be happy, Ace. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He paused. “I know you have everything you could ever want now. Maybe I don’t fit in to your life anymore.” 

“Don’t say that.” You were on your knees, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. Buddy grunted and squeezed out from between the two of you, sulking off to his bed in the corner. You felt Bradley’s hands, warm, tighten on your back. He felt like coming home. “You will always fit into my life. Always. No matter what.” 

“I thought you’d hate me,” he whispered. “For saying all of that to you before the wedding.” 

You pulled back, tears in your eyes. “Bradley Bradshaw. I will never hate you a day in my life.” 

***

Your bare hand fell to your stomach, warm and round and hard, as you stood awkwardly in the foyer of Bradley’s house. 

He stood with his arms dangling at his sides. “So.” 

This wasn’t the reunion you wanted. You weren’t sure what you wanted. For everything to disappear. For the last decade to be erased. 

To have chosen Bradley that night in that Annapolis dive bar instead of Jeremy. 

You stepped closer. “I left.” 

“Ace,” he whispered. 

You shook your head. “For good. He signed the papers.” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “It’s over.” 

“Oh.” Bradley could barely breathe. He was afraid of moving, in case it was all a dream and you faded away into the background, out of his grasp. 

“Brad,” you whispered, reaching out, putting one hand against his cheek, soft cool skin against his warm flesh. You could feel the grittiness of his stubble beneath your fingertips. “I was wrong to choose Jeremy. At the wedding. That first night at the bar. Every night since.” 

“What are you saying, Y/N?” he murmured. 

“I’m saying I’m sorry,” you said quietly. “I’m saying that I still love you.”

***

The day it all came to a head was a year after the wedding. You and Bradley were in the living room when Jeremy stomped in, eyes wide with rage. He held up a credit card bill in one hand. 

“Y/N.” His voice boomed along the walls. You cowered. “What the fuck?” 

“What’s going on?” Bradley’s mouth was pulled into a tight line. 

“None of your business, Bradshaw,” Jeremy spat. “This is between me and my wife.” 

“Don’t like the tone you’re taking, Jer.” You were thankful for Bradley in that moment. 

Jeremy stepped closer. You could smell the sharp acidity of alcohol on his breath. “I said, back off, Bradshaw. This is between me and Y/N.” He turned to you. “What the fuck is this charge?” 

“What charge?” 

“This.” He shoved the paper right beneath your nose. “Some hotel in Miami.” 

You rolled your eyes. “That was for Kelly’s bachelorette.” 

He narrowed his eyes. “Don't lie to me.” 

“Why the fuck would I lie to you?” you demanded. “You’re the one who cheats in this relationship, not me.” 

You never saw his hand shoot out. But it didn’t land on your cheek like it was meant to. Instead, faster than you could even see, Bradley stepped between the two of you, Jeremy’s slap landing across his face. Bradley’s left arm wrapped back around you, making sure you were tucked safely behind him. 

A quietness enveloped the room. 

And then Bradley’s voice. “Y/N,” he said gruffly. “Get in the car.” 

“I—”

“Get in the car,” he repeated. You backed up, eyes on the two of them as you grabbed your phone and made your way for the door. 

As you were slipping your shoes on, you heard Bradley’s voice. Low and harsh. You had never heard him sound like that before. 

“You ever, I mean ever, lay a fucking hand on her, next time you see me I’ll be standing over your grave,” Bradley hissed. 

Jeremy’s shoulders sagged. They were practically brothers. But there was something definitive about Bradley’s tone. “Baby, I didn’t mean–”

“Get yourself together, Jer,” Bradley said, turning, his eyes falling on you. “You don’t deserve her.” 

***

“What happened?” Bradley whispered. 

You felt your shoulders droop. “I left him,” you said. “We both know I had to.” Your hands fell to your stomach: bloated, uncomfortable, eight months wide. “For me. And her. Or him.” 

Bradley ran one hand over his face, pulling at the small creases near the sides of his eyes. “Ace. I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so sorry.” 

“I’m not.” You looked at the living room. “Can I sit? I’m huge.” 

“Oh, God, of course.” Bradley rushed to throw a pillow and blanket from the couch and make room for you. He held your hand, easing you down onto the couch. 

“I’m sorry it took so long to realize,” you said as Bradley settled into the seat next to you, his brown eyes warm and wide. 

“Realize what?” 

“I think you know.” 

***

“You’re making a mistake.” Bradley was drunk, and so were you. The diamond on your left hand glittered under the dim light outside the bar where the two of you had bummed stray cigarettes from one of the barbacks in the alley.

“What, this?” you asked, flicking the cigarette as ash fluttered to the ground. “I’m so fucking hammered I won’t remember this tomorrow so it doesn’t really count, right?” 

He shook his head, dropping the cigarette and stomping it out beneath one foot. “Marrying Jeremy.” 

You sucked in a breath. Too hard, choking on smoke. Bradley slapped your back, his fingertips warm across your bare skin, until you could breathe normally. You frowned up at him. “What’s gotten into you?” 

“He’s not good enough,” he said. 

“What the hell?” you demanded. “It’s been eight years, Bradley. You waited eight years to tell me that you think I shouldn’t marry him?” 

“I told you from day one,” he said, “that you were better off without him.” 

“This is cruel.” A tear slid from your eye and you felt the edge of the cigarette burning your skin. Instead of dropping it, you let the heat invade your fingertip. It wasn’t the only thing on fire. “You’re doing this to hurt me.” 

“Ace,” he whispered. “No. I’m doing this to keep you from getting hurt.” 

“The only thing that’s hurting me is you, Bradley.” You dropped the cigarette, letting it tumble to the ground, watching Bradley’s face fall alongside it. You stepped out of the light and into the shadows, disappearing into the night. 

***

The lights were hot. Your dress felt too tight and itchy. Jeremy’s hands were slick with sweat as the two of you twirled around the dance floor, messing up your choreographed dance not once but twice. You tried to laugh it off but it felt like an omen. No matter how much practice, you still couldn’t get it right. 

After a while, the song flowed into the next and other couples flooded the dance floor. 

A hand appeared on Jeremy’s shoulder. He turned, Bradley’s face hovering over his shoulder. “May I cut in?” 

Jeremy nodded, smile wide, innocence across his face. He had no idea that twenty-four hours before, his best friend had been confessing his love for you. 

He had no idea that you hesitated on that altar. 

“Of course.” Jeremy let his fingertips drop from your waist. He planted a kiss, chaste, on your lips. “Be good, babe. You’re a married woman now.” He turned to Bradley with a grin. “All yours, Bradshaw.” 

Bradley’s hands were warm. He guided you confidently in a loose circle around the dance floor. There was an effortless confidence to the way Bradley danced. But it wasn’t only dancing. There was confidence in everything about him. You trusted him, with everything. 

“Ace,” he said quietly. 

You looked up. “Don’t,” you whispered. “Let’s just dance, OK? There’s nothing else to say.” 

“OK.” 

You leaned your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his tux. When you closed your eyes, everything else — the lights, the music, the heat — faded away. 

It was just the sound of his heart beating in your ear, guiding you in the darkness. 

***

“You can stay here,” Bradley said, standing up. “For as long as you want.” 

You frowned. “I can’t ask you to do that. The baby is coming any day now. It’ll keep you awake, day and night.” 

“Your snoring does that already.” 

It was the first air of mirth in the conversation. You grinned. “Shut up.” 

Bradley’s mouth returned to its set shape, a thin line. “I’ll get the guest room ready for you.” 

“Brad.” You were on your feet, wobbling. He reached out instinctively, one hand on your arm, balancing you. “I don’t think you’re hearing me.” 

“I am,” he replied. “But you got divorced, what, fifteen minutes ago? I’ve waited fifteen years for you, Ace. I can wait another day or two or one hundred. I need to know that I’m not your backup. That I’m not just your plan B when everything else goes to shit.” 

“You’re not.” 

“I need to know that you actually want me,” he said quietly. “Because there’s nothing I want more in this world than you.” 

***

For three weeks, you slept in Bradley’s guest room. Sleeping was an exaggeration of what you were actually doing, which was grunting and turning over like a beached whale every five minutes, and going to the bathroom in between. 

And then, in the middle of the night, you felt it. 

“Brad!” you yelled. The door flung open a second later, shirtless Bradley standing in the doorway, the hallway light illuminating him from behind, hair a mess, eyes wide. 

“What?” 

You looked up with glee. “It’s happening. The baby’s coming.” 

The entire drive to the hospital, Bradley was death gripping the wheel. He looked so terrified that the nurses took one look at him and laughed before showing you to the L&D room. He paced across the room a thousand times as you went through all of the checks, breathed through the contractions, winced as they inserted your IV. 

“Bradley,” you said, tossing your head back against the flat pillow. “You need to stop. You’re making me sick.” 

“Fuck, sorry.” He sat down on the chair, bouncing his knee. “Honey? I gotta ask.” 

“Hmm?” 

“Should I call Jeremy?” 

The two of you hadn’t spoken since the divorce was finalized. But Bradley had a point. Jeremy was, technically, the baby’s father. He deserved to know. “Yeah. I guess.” 

“I’ll be right back.” He slipped out of the room and you laid back against the bed, eyes pressed shut. 

The pain started to increase and by the time Bradley returned you were sweating. 

“Ace? Should I call the nurse?” 

You shook your head. “No, I’m fine.” 

“You don’t look fine.” 

“Gee, thanks.” 

“You know what I mean,” he said. “You’re the most beautiful woman that ever existed.” 

“Even now?” 

He grinned. “Especially now.” 

Your fingertips closed around his, just as the door pressed open. Jeremy stood in the doorway with a bouquet of flowers. His eyes immediately landed on your fingers intertwined with Bradley’s. He stepped inside, setting the flowers down on the table against the wall. “Y/N.” 

“Jer.” 

“I’ll be outside,” Bradley said, letting his fingers slip away. You nodded. He gave Jeremy a wide berth. You frowned. The two of them had been so close. You had even watched them kiss each other once while drunk and as part of a draft bet. But there was an icy wall that surrounded the two of them now. 

All three of you. 

Jeremy sat in the chair that Bradley had vacated. He reached up to put his hand on your stomach and you let him. Under the fluorescent lights, his gold ring glinted. 

“How are you?” he asked. 

“Uncomfortable.” 

“Did they give you the epidural yet?” 

“No,” you replied. “And I wasn’t just talking about the labor.” 

He let out a sigh. “Listen, Y/N, I fucked up. I know that. But this is our baby.” Jeremy paused. “No matter what happened between us, I want to be a part of this child’s life.” 

“You’re the baby’s father,” you said. “Of course you’ll be in their life.” 

Jeremy paused. “And Bradshaw?” 

“What about him?” 

He cocked his head to one side. “So you two are a thing?” 

Your eyes widened. “What? No.” 

“Y/N.” 

“He’s my best friend. He’s always been my best friend.” 

“And mine,” Jeremy reminded you. “So trust me when I say, there were always three people in this marriage. And I was the odd one out.” 

“Nothing ever happened,” you whispered. “Not while we were married.”

“But after?” he asked. 

You grimaced. “Before. New Orleans. The wedding you couldn’t make.” 

He nodded. “I guess a part of me always knew. I had hoped you’d pick me. And you did, for a while. But you were always his.” 

“I wanted to be yours,” you whispered. “I was yours. And you blew it.” 

“I know.” Jeremy’s head hung low. He looked up at you through those dark lashes. “I should have stepped aside that first night, at the bar in Annapolis. I saw how he looked at you. But I wanted you for myself. And I never was good at turning down an opportunity.” 

“You are both going to be in my life,” you said. “Because you’re both in this baby’s life. So you’ll have to find a way to work it out.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Me too.” 

“Do you want me to stay?” he asked. Six months before, you would have scoffed at the thought that Jeremy wouldn’t be there for the birth of his child. But that was then. 

Everything had changed. You shook your head slowly, watching the color drain from Jeremy’s face. “I’ll call you after,” you whispered. “I just think this is something I have to do alone.” 

His face hardened. “But you’re not going to be alone, are you? Bradshaw will be here.” 

“Don’t be jealous of Bradley.” 

“It’s only fair,” he replied, standing up. “Bradshaw was jealous of me for the last fifteen years. I guess it’s my turn to be jealous.” 

“Jer.” 

He turned from where he stood at the doorway. His eyes roamed over you and you knew he was letting it all sink in. This was the last time he would ever look at you and see you carrying his child inside your womb. “Yeah, baby?” 

“I hope it’s a girl,” you confessed. 

“If she’s just like you, then we’ll be the luckiest parents in the world.” 

***

 “You got this, Ace. You’re doing amazing.” 

Bradley’s hand was being slowly crushed in your death grip. He pushed a few sweaty strands of hair out of your face. “I can’t do it,” you groaned, leaning back against the pillows. “Bowling ball-sized heads are not supposed to come out of your hooha. It’s just physics.” 

He chuckled. “I’m sorry, honey, but I think it’s a little late to turn around.” 

“I feel like I’m shitting out a block of explosives. Now I know what those fucking prisoners at Alcatraz felt like trying to dig their way out with spoons.” 

Bradley smirked at your side as the nurses around your ankles giggled. “At least you’re funny right now.” 

“Well you can be funny or hot and considering I have a baby wedged in my pelvis I would say I’m not exactly Bachelorette material right now.” 

“You’re doing great.” 

You squeezed Bradley’s hand, so tight his mustache twitched, but he didn’t complain. “Promise me something,” you gasped. 

“Anything.” 

“You’ll never leave us.” 

He frowned. “Of course not.” 

“Swear it.” 

“Ace.” He leaned in close, your faces only a few inches apart. “I haven’t stopped thinking of you since the night we met fifteen years ago. That’s not going to change anytime soon.” 

You looked at him. “OK. I’m ready.” 

“It’s time to push.” The doctor at the end of the bed slid on a pair of gloves. “Y/N, give me a big breath and then a push, OK?” 

You bared down, gripping Bradley’s hand. Hard. You had fought for a lot of things in your life.  A spot on the volleyball team in high school. Your MBA program. Your marriage. But this was a fight you had been preparing for. 

The moment the doctor held your screaming, crying daughter into the air, you burst into tears. She was covered in goo and wailing like a banshee and she was the most magnificent thing you had ever laid eyes on. 

They placed her on your chest, eyes scrunched shut, covered in blood and a number of other things but all you could do was stare at her in awe. 

“Would you like to cut the cord?” The doctor held up a pair of medical scissors. Bradley looked at you with wide eyes, waiting for permission. You nodded and he took the silver scissors in his large hands, practically shaking as she showed him how to cut the spongy cord. 

In your arms, your daughter squirmed. She was so impossibly small. And soft. The nurses took her away for a few minutes to run tests and wipe her off, and by the time you had her back in your arms the rest of the staff had cleared out of the room. 

You looked up at Bradley who hadn’t stopped staring at her since the moment she was born. 

“Brad?” He lifted his gaze to you, eyebrows raised. “Would you like to hold her?” 

He looked pale and nervous, but excited as you carefully shifted her into his arms as the two of you sat side-by-side on the hospital bed. She looked even smaller when cradled against Bradley’s chest. He held her tiny feet in one hand, stroking them slowly, her small mouth in a rounded “o” but no sound came out. There was a feeling of content to being in Bradley’s arms. 

You knew it well. 

“She’s perfect,” he whispered. “Have you picked a name?” 

You smiled. “Yes. Carolina. Carol for short.” 

When Bradley looked up, there was a glassy sheen to his brown eyes. You watched as his lips beneath his mustache trembled. “Thank you.” 

“Marry me.” It spilled out of your mouth. 

“Ace.” It was a whisper. Thin and pained. “Honey.” 

You shook your head. “I’m serious. Marry me. It’s always been you, Roo. Even when it wasn’t.” 

“You just had a baby,” he whispered. “You’re emotional and tired and it’s only been two months since the divorce.” 

“I know what I’m saying.” You looked down at your daughter. “She needs you in her life. Just as much as I do.” 

Bradley brushed his thumb along her forehead. “She’s half you. Which means she’s half me, too. You’ve owned a piece of me, Y/N, since the night we met.”

“So marry me.” 

“Don’t you need time to think?” he asked. “Don’t you need to heal? Find yourself? All that crap people talk about. Dye your hair purple. Go to Italy and meet some douchebag and learn how to fly helicopters and sell your house and buy a condo downtown.” 

You smiled at him softly. “You asked me once, on a very important night, if he made me as happy as you make me. And the truth is, Brad, there’s only one other person who makes me as happy as you. And she’s sitting right there against your chest.” As if on cue, Carolina cooed in Bradley’s arms. “All I know is that I wasted fifteen years without ever really having you. I don’t want to waste another minute.”

Gently, Bradley stood, placing your daughter into the bassinet next to the bed. He laid her down gently, hovering over her delicate body, making sure she didn’t fuss, before leaning over you, one large hand pushing back the hair that had fallen into your face. “I’ll marry you today, tomorrow, next year, in fifty years. As long as I know you’re mine.” 

“I’m yours,” you whispered as Bradley inched nearer, his lips grazing yours. “Today. Tomorrow. Forever.” 

His lips sealed around yours. For the first time in your life, you felt whole. 

Note: Special thanks to anyone who read parts 1 and 2 when I posted them last year. I got an itch to write an epilogue to this, hopefully it lives up! xx

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[electromignion]

Quick digital painting of Jeremy Bradshaw while trying out new brushes!

Totally taking my op as inspo, just adding my new hc hair and I absolutely love the brush for the hair I found!! Not quite sure about the main brush though but got to try out colours again and I’ve been wanting to draw something since before going to Liverpool which has been over a week 😩🫶

And yes, my hyperfixation on Jeremy is still very very strong 🤧🫶

[rennerator]

MY, OH MY!!!! MY FRIEND, THIS IS SOOOO F* GORGEOUS!!!!! S2 AWWWWWW, LOOK AT HIM!!!!!! :D SO SO SOOOO GOOOD!!!! SO BEAUTIFUL!!!! SO HANDSOME!!!!! :) I LOVE HIM!!!!! I LOVE THIS SO SO MUCH!!!!! And, OF F* COURSE, I am ALREADY thinking here: "Is he friends with Jeremy?" XD "Do they teach at the same place?" SORRY, NOT SORRY!!!! AWWWW, This is SOOO F* MARVELOUS!!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE Thank YOU SO MUCH for this!!!!! You are AWESOME!!!!!!! <3

POV he’s about to ask you some serious questions

[measureformeasure]

october reads

due to reasons i spent basically all of october reading fervently. i can feel it slowing down but dude i thought i was just going to eat books forever. this is not normal for me. (* if it was for class, bolded if it was special to meeee)

books

finished the odyssey*

everything under, daisy johnson

rouge, mona awad

between the body and the flesh, lynda hart

alcestis, katharine beutner

novellas/whatever anne carson is doing

michael kohlhaas, heinrich von kleist trans. michael hoffman

the penelopiad (reread)*

the beauty of the husband, anne carson

the pleasure of the text, roland barthes

short talks, anne carson

plays

far away, caryl churchill*

hecuba, euripides

zadie's shoes, adam pettle*

intimacy, thomas bradshaw* (this play SUCKS)

penthesilea, heinrich von kleist (INSTANT fave. this play fucks hard)

amphitryon, heinrich von kleist

people, places & things, duncan macmillan

the hothouse, harold pinter

the oresteia, trans. sarah ruden (probably? a reread? but damn. plays of all time)

venus in fur, david ives

the vermont plays, annie baker (the aliens, circle mirror transformation, nocturama, body awareness - my favourite was nocturama)

the effect, lucy prebble

"daddy": a melodrama, jeremy o. harris

articles/nonfiction

emily wilson talking about translation choices (here)

interview with anne carson in the paris review (here)

currently reading

stories under occupation: and other plays from palestine

henry henry, allen bratton

love is the greater labyrinth, sor juana inés de la cruz* (possibly for a final project)

ovid's heroines, clare pollard

tbr

piranesi

lolita

sex changes with kleist

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 96. brb x oc

a/n: aaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa anyway. good chapter.much fluff.

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, rooster being the protective husband.

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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She’s still holding his hand when they get into the party, a mix of fear and excitement pumping in her veins as she looks around. Part of her feels so out of place, the fight or flight response begging her to run away but she held her ground. Her husband’s tall frame towered over pretty much every single one of her former classmates, and added that to his colorful shirt, it made the two of them stick out like a sore thumb.

Hannah, bless her, was hovering around and gently telling Beatrice where the things were and so the brunette knew how to navigate this sea of people. The redhead had to leave for a few minutes to go to the bathroom,leaving Beatrice and Rooster alone.

Beatrice also noticed that people were keeping a certain distance from them. She blinked before looking up at her husband and seeing that his eyebrows were low and his jaw clenched tight, “Roos.” she whispers softly, gently touching his chest, ‘Roos,honey, you look like you want to murder people.”

“I just might.” he grumbles, “You said most of these people bullied you right?”

Beatrice licked her lips, fearfully looking back to the people around them and immediately being hit by flashbacks of…things that happened. She saw Aaron and Joe, two of the nerds that just wanted to be part of the popular kids and managed to print those posters about her in high school.

And then her former friends.

And Hannah’s former friends.

And the football team.

Sometimes Beatrice wondered how she managed to survive to her thirties after everything. She clenches her eyes and shakes her head quietly, shaking those thoughts away, “Yes, but…well,don’t get angry like that Roos.”

“You are my wife.”

“I know,” her gaze softens, “I know,Roos. And I love that you want to protect me…it’s just…you are kind of intimidating.”

“Am I?” she nods, “Good.”

She should’ve expected that answer. Beatrice lets out a soft laugh, looking around for a bit, “Maybe we should drink something, mingle.” he grunted, clearly not desiring to mingle but accepting the drink. He let Beatrice guide him through the crowd to where the cooler was with bottles of beer sticking out of the ice.

Beatrice looks up to see that there’s a couple of guys standing close to the drinks and she tries not to freeze because they are standing right in front of the cooler. They were clearly in deep conversation and only moved when the huge shadow of Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw prevented the sunlight from hitting their skins.

Rooster just rolled his tongue inside his mouth, the two guys looking from him to Beatrice, “Oh,shit.” One of them said, “Bea,hi. We um,we were just talking, sorry about that guys. You two can enjoy the cooler.”

“Thanks.” Beatrice’s response was quiet because her brain connected the dots on their faces. Brian and…Jerry? Jeremy? Something with a J that she couldn’t really identify. There were parts of her mind that were blank, this was even more than the first time at the reunion, more parts of her memory were confused and trying to find ways to fill the void.

Rooster’s hand was a constant presence on her waist, his body partially hiding her from view as he looked around. Being so tall gave him the advantage to check if there was anyone looking weirdly at them, “Do you want some beer or soda,Roos?” 

“Beer is fine.I can drink one.”

“Okay.” 

He looks down when she bends a little just to grab the amber bottle, shaking a bit to get rid of the water drops clinging to its surface - even wiping some off with her jacket’s sleeve - before handing it over to him. Rooster’s eyebrows relaxed when he felt her knuckles touching his own, the cold of the bottle hovering on his skin, when he looked down he just couldn’t help the smile on his face, “Thank you,gorgeous.” he whispers, kissing her forehead.

Beatrice was so happy Rooster wasn’t shy when it came to showing affection, smiling to herself when he pulled back and popped the bottle open with the inside of his arm. His bicep was just that powerful and Beatrice couldn’t help but stare. “Oh…I didn’t know you could do that.” he arches his brow at her after wiping some of the droplets away, “With…with your arm.”

“Really?” and there it is, the boyish smirk that made her weak, “I never showed you?” she shakes her head negatively, “Old college trick, gorgeous. You don’t always have a bottle opener handy.”

“Yeah…” she didn’t want to ogle her husband while surrounded by her former classmates, but she did follow the vein that went down his bicep, “Y-Yeah,I get that.”

“You oglin’ me?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?” he smirks, bringing the bottle to his lips to take a long swig, “Are you going to drink anything?”

Beatrice looks back at the cooler then at the arrangement of drinks - orange juice, non-alcoholic sangria and even some lemonade - “Not yet.” she murmurs, holding his hand, “I’m not that thirsty.”

Maybe she just wanted to remain sober for a while longer while surrounded by those people. Beatrice chews her lower lip gently, still glued to Rooster’s side like his shadow and her husband didn’t seem to mind.

In fact, he preferred it.

He noticed a lot of her former classmates looking over, some even in fear - he tried to hold back the pleased grin when he thought about it - when they noticed the two. “We should mingle,Roos.” she repeats, quietly, “Maybe I can…I don’t know,talk to my old teachers.”

Her husband’s eyes flick downwards, then back up, searching for the people she suggested, “Okay, who was your favorite?”

“...Mrs.Zhao.” she muttered, looking around just like he did, “She was my history teacher, but I’m not seeing her here.”

“Anyone else?”

“Ummm…” she shrugs with a soft laugh, “Mr.Thorpe who was my arts teacher and maybe Mrs.Gauille…but I don’t see them either.” oh joy, her luck is never ending. Beatrice felt safe because she was with Rooster, but if there was one thing she desired was seeing at least one of her favorite teachers there. She’d never really dislike the staff from the school, but she didn’t…remember much of what they did.

She looked around for a while longer, finally stopping when she sees Lydia and Thomas…and her eyes widen when she notices who Lydia is talking to. Her former bullies…but that didn’t mean anything,right? It was just…maybe she hadn’t seen them in a while and was just trying to-

“Beatrice?”

Both Beatrice and Rooster slowly turned around to face whoever was that spoke to the brunette. She shouldn’t be surprised when she noticed it was Rooney and her husband, a guy who looked like he should make Silicon Valley his own personal resort, with the open beige suit and overly tight pants, not even looking up from his phone when Rooney was there. “Oh…hi Rooney.” she mumbled, giving her a small smile, still remembering the last time they talked wasn’t…the greatest.

“Hi,um,” the other woman looked up at Rooster, to his very unimpressed face, “Is this your boyfriend?”

“Husband.” he corrects her, holding his ring finger up and making sure she saw it, “Actually.”

“Oh, you got married?” 

“I did, yeah, last year.” Beatrice murmured, already seeing in the other woman’s eyes the confusion as to why she wasn’t invited to the wedding. She couldn’t see the other two close by, but they were there. She knew they were.

“Oh, and um, you are a pilot,right?” That made her husband look from his phone, finally, and almost jump back when she noticed the wall of solid muscle in front of him, gulping quietly.

“Yep, that’s me.” Rooster’s hand on her waist only tightened its hold, bringing her closer to his side so she’d feel comfortable. From what he remembered Beatrice telling him, she was the one who asked about anyone who’d be up for an open relationship of some sort, one of the guys only for Bea to shut her down quickly saying that no one would be interested.

It shouldn’t be so funny and yet it was.

“Oh, how cool, my husband is an entrepreneur.” Both him and Bea expected her to add something else to the title but…that was it. Beatrice smiles awkwardly looking over at the man who just kept pulling out his phone and appearing busy…but Rooster’s height gave him the advantage to see that he was just messing with his title screen and not really talking to anyone else.

Yikes.

“That’s nice.” Bea says quietly, “And…he’s really busy I take it.” Rooster clears his throat quietly while drinking the beer, looking towards the opposite side of the area where the barbecue was going on because he was trying so hard not to spill the beans yet.

“Oh yes, he’s very busy- oh, you know what we should do?” Rooney’s hand on Beatrice’s arm made the other woman flinch and Rooster’s head immediately snapped towards the touch, “We should all hang out sometime! Like in the old days!”

“Oh,ah, I don’t know if that’s a good idea. We have a baby now so-”

“Wait a baby?” it was Megan’s voice that gasped it, with her hand on her heart, “Oh my goodness! Where is it? Did you bring the baby?”

“Um,no, she’s with Bradley’s great-uncle.” Beatrice says, “...I don’t think bringing her over was a good idea.”

“Oh,how old is she?”

“She just turned five months old.” and Beatrice didn’t expect the two women to look up and down her body, almost analyzing it too much for their liking. Beatrice tried to not appear uncomfortable, but she did step closer to Rooster who in turn just brushed his thumb on her ribs to ease her anxiety.

“You look…amazing for someone who just had a baby.” Megan said, “I mean, when I had my baby?I thought Phil was going to divorce me! Did you had any diets? Any surgeries done?”

“...no?”

“Oh, no way.” Rooney laughs, “You are saying you lost it by yourself?”

“...yes?”

Both women blinked towards their former friend, a mix of…something in their eyes that only made Beatrice look at them in confusion. Were they…jealous? No,right? No, there was no way, “...I mean you look amazing.” Megan added after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, “You still look the same.” Beatrice furrows her brows, “I mean, from the last time we saw you. But hey, kids do add that to you right? But anyway, is she a noisy baby? I know mine is.”

“Um,no Nicole is actually really calm.” she looks over at Rooster with a smile, “Rarely cries at night, sleeps like a dream, she gives us absolutely no trouble.” and now Beatrice could see that the mix of things in their eyes were jealousy and astonishment. 

Megan inhaled sharply, her smile not reaching her eyes, “Oh but it must be hard for you two to have alone time, no? With such a young baby. I know it was hard for me and Phil.” 

And it was Bradley who replies, “Nah.” he smirks, “We make do, don’t we gorgeous?” she heard Rooney turn to her husband and whisper ‘you never call me gorgeous, Frank’ and her husband just ignored her. Beatrice felt a bit bad that she had no other reaction to her former friends’ commentary, they were throwing jabs at her and maybe even trying to see if something would make her crack but Beatrice was happy to hold her ground.

“We do,Roos.” she smiles with hearts in her eyes.

“Wow…um…” Megan blinks, “You two are…how long have you been together?”

“Well, adding to the time we dated about…four years now?” he nods, “Yeah, four years. It’s been great. He’s wonderful.” he chuckles, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses, “Yes you are, don’t deny it.”

“I’m not denying it,pretty girl.” she knew Rooster threw the compliments at her any time of the day but there was something in his voice that only made her smile more, like he wanted her former classmates to know that he felt like that towards her. And it was working considering her former friends were just staring wide eyed and slack jawed.

High School Beatrice clearly appreciated that, she needed that relief from him. “Well,it’s been a wonderful ride. I couldn’t have asked for anyone else…but um, yeah, it’s been great. Motherhood was a bit hard but there was nothing we couldn’t handle.”

“So you are military.” Rooney’s husband suddenly speaks, gesturing to Rooster with his phone.

The pilot just arched his brow, “Navy, yeah.”

“So,” the other man tents his hands in front of his lips, “So you see a lot of shit,right? You know,I was a recruit in the Navy many moons ago but I never joined because I guess it wasn’t my calling.” something about the way this man spoke felt like a scammer “But how do you guys do it? I mean you leave the country,right? How does it work?”

“How what works?” Rooster asks, holding the half empty beer bottle in his hand.

“Well,everything, listen I am an entrepreneur and-” honestly Rooster dissociated the second this man opened his mouth,something about crypto and how veterans needed more help and…something about personal life that Rooster didn’t care about. In fact he just blinked, with Beatrice looking from him to Rooney’s husband to her own, furrowing her brows because she could see Rooster’s eyes behind the sunglasses were just blank.

And she bit her lips hard to hold back her laughter.

“Anyway, “ the short man smirks, “What do you think?”

Rooster thinks about it for a moment, then shrugs, ‘I dunno, if it works for you that’s fine.” Beatrice coughed to hide her laughter, looking back around the area to hopefully hold back her snickers even if her husband was smirking himself, “Not my thing though.” and Rooney’s husband deflated, even opening his mouth to continue but Rooster didn’t seem interested.

In fact,he turned to look down at Beatrice, “Hungry?”

“A little.” she smiles, looking back at the person on the barbecue, it was Thomas, “Do you want to snack on something?”

His pupils dilated behind his shades, even if she couldn’t see it, the corner of his mouth lifting just enough, “I do.” he purrs, ‘But I want to eat something first.”

And that bold flirting made her blush and the two women in front of her stare wide eyed. Beatrice breathes out a soft laugh, looking at her hands, “I..I’m going to the bathroom real quick, so um-”

“I can get you something, don’t worry, gorgeous.”

Beatrice smiles, leaning up to kiss his lips sweetly before she walks around her former friends towards the bathroom…trying her hardest to not skip her way over. She bites her lower lip with a smile, shuffling towards the inside of the house - greeting those she hadn’t before - with her cheeks so red they looked like ripe tomatoes.

Once she closed herself in the bathroom she cupped her hands around her mouth and squealed happily, even crouching next to the sink with a sudden fit of happy giggles. She was so happy, “God, thank you,thank you for giving me Rooster.” she whispered to the ceiling, “Thank you,thank you,thank you,thank you!”

High school Beatrice was tending her wounds finally and she was doing it with a smile.

Meanwhile,Rooster made his way over to Thomas who just smiles at him, “Rooster.”

“Anaheim.” the two pilots shake hands and the sandy haired man looks down at the grill, “What do we get so far?”

“Burgers, some steaks, chicken. What tickles your fancy? We even have some shrimp and fish if you want.”

Bradley purses his lips in thought, then rubs his chin, “My wife likes chicken and shrimp, so you can get me some of those.” he says,looking back to where he left Beatrice’s ‘friends’ standing. He was honestly glad to have this break because those people were - for the lack of better word - rough. Maybe it was because of what Beatrice told him, but he really didn’t like them, at all.

“Ah,Beatrice,right?” Anaheim asks as he plates everything for him, “Her and Lydia were classmates.”

“Yea?”

“Lydia really holds Bea in a high regard.” Rooster blinks, tilting his head a bit, ‘I don’t think your wife even remembers how much she helped Lydia.”

Oh.

Oh she really didn’t because Beatrice had no idea who Lydia was until they talked weeks ago. He tried to cover up his surprise by chewing his lower lip and furrowing his brows, “Really?” Anaheim nods, “How so?”

“Ah…well,I don’t think it’s my place.” he chuckles, “I mean, Lily wants to talk to Beatrice about it, but…what I can say is that if it wasn’t for your wife,” he hands him the plate, “I’d never meet mine.”

And Rooster just looked at Anaheim with a confused tilt of his head, opening his mouth only to close it soon after. He…had no idea about something like that, Beatrice never mentioned it…and now he had to wait for her return to ask her about it.

[confusedkittensposts]

I want more jeremy and vipin intercation.

[thelaurenshippen]

Hi! I’m sorry if you have answered to this question before but I couldn’t find the answer to it, did you give any birthday date to Jeremy Bradshaw?

Brainrot is brainrotting and I truly wanted to know (I just calculated that he would be born in either 1975 or 1976 if I mathed it correctly), but knowing the actual day and month would be absolutely amazing 😭🫶

And I would love to know Vipin’s birthday too if you thought about it as well 👉👈

Thank you so much for Bridgewater once again, have an amazing day! 🥺🫶💜

hey!! I haven't ever answered this question! you did math correctly - Jeremy was born in 1975, but I never determined what time of year he was born. Vipin is 24, so he was born in 1996, but I also never decided on a time of year for him!

I say pick whatever you want for them! I'm going to refrain from choosing ones at random right now juuust on the off chance that we get a season 3 and some kind of supernatural plot point has me being very specific about their signs or something haha - an unlikely set of circumstances, but you never know!

if I ever do come up with the dates, I'll let you know!

[plotbunniesattack]

My Destiel Brain Rot

A03 / TUMBLR PUBLISHED WIP

Love & Stage Crew 25/33 Chapters Completed Since 8/16/19 - HS Friends to Lovers AU, Endverse!Castiel / Stagehand!Dean

SPN X Stand By Me 6/10 Chapters Completed Since 6/18/21 - Film/ Book Adaptation, Kid Fic, Eventual Destiel

Dad's on a Hunting Trip and He Hasn't Been Home in a Few Days… 5/22 Chapters Completed Since Since 9/3/22 - Part 1 of The Road Too Far Series, Season 1 CODA.

Lazurus Rising Rebooted (Part 1-3 ) - Post Hell AU, Openly Bi Dean/ Castiel, Season 4-5 Canon Divergent

Not Okay - Film/ Comic Adaptation / Season 6 Canon Divergence, HS

UNPUBLISHED WIP 

Dean’s Ultimate Traxx 2000 - HS Friends to Lovers AU, Alcoholic!Dean / Cas

These Days - HS Friends to Lovers AU, Disordered Eating!Cas / Football Player Dean

Heavy (From the Hurt)/ Comfortably Numb - HS Modern, Friends to Lovers AU, Depressed!Cas / Teen Dean

Part Two of Portrait / Untitled - Modern, Friends to Lovers AU Endverse!Cas/ Recovery Dean

IN DEVELOPMENT WIP (Outlines Only)

Another Word For Failure - Adaptation, Teacher AU, Alcoholic!Dean

Part Two of Starlight / Untitled - Established Relationship, Endverse!Cas, Dadstiel

SPN X Little Monsters - Film Adaptation, Kid Fic, Creature Fic AU - Modern with Magic

Some One Else’s Atrocias Story - Post Canon Fix it Fic

Heartlines- Post Canon Fix it Fic

SUPTOBER 2023 (Outlines I Still Think About)

FULL SPREAD/ Gap Year - Pre S6 Fix it Fic (Set Oct 2010)

BLACK CAT - Kid Fic, Creature Fic AU - Modern with Magic

SATANIC PANIC - S7 Case Fic/ Bridgewater Podcast Crossover, Jeremy Bradshaw & Dean

EPIC -  Film Adaptation, Epileptic!Cas/ Grieving Dean

FLIRT - Pre-Canon Season 2, Castiel Backstory, Canon Compliant

FEVER - Canon Divergent S10, Soulmate AU, Demon!Dean/ Castiel

PLANNING/ PLOT BUNNIES (Notes Only)

Love + Summer Stock - Sequel to Love + Stage Crew

Closer to Free - Adaptation, Modern, Friends to Lovers AU

Impractically Winchester - Adaptation, Modern, Enemies to Lovers, Soulmate AU

Untitled Post Canon Claire Novak - Fixit Fic, Canon Compliant, Hunter!Claire

MOC as Mental Illness - MOC!Dean Season 9-10 rewrite, Depressed!Dean Season 7-9 rewrite

SPN GENERATIONS - Fix It Fic, Hunter!Ben Braedon, Soulmate Dean/ Castiel

Part Two of LIMINAL / What Comes After - Fix It Fic, Season One Retold AU