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Chapter 15 - Man's Best Friend with Benefits

Things were tense. Addison wasn’t talking to Dean. Dean was pointedly ignoring Addison. And Sam felt like he was in the middle. At least in the bunker the former couple could easily avoid each other. Sitting in the Impala for the long drive to St. Louis had led to an awkward filled drive. Addison would say something to Sam that was clearly meant for Dean and Dean would do the same thing. “We calling James tonight,” Sam questions looking between Dean and Addison.

“I’ll call him in the morning,” Addison answers, grabbing her duffle bag out of the trunk. “He’s probably asleep.”

“Wonder what he wanted,” Sam says as the hunters walk up to the motel room.

Addison shrugs, unlocking the door and entering the room. “His text just said that he needed help,” she replies. “I mean, he’s a cop. It’s probably job related.”

Dean rolls his eyes. He had been annoyed the whole trip. “The guy saved our lives once, Sammy,” he argues. “It’s not like he—”

“Saved our lives,” Sam pointedly interrupts.

Dean shifts. “Making a beer run. Need anything?”

“I’m good. Ads?”

“No,” Addison replies, setting her bag on one of the beds before walking into the bathroom.

“You sure,” Dean asks.

Sam frowns. “Yeah.”

“Okay. Cause you just tanked a hellhound, which ain’t no slice of pie, there’s a minefield of who knows what crap ahead…Just making sure you’re felling okay,” Dean says.

“I’m fine.”

“Cause we could find another devil dog, you tag out, I snuff the son of a bitch—”

“Dean,” Sam snaps. His annoyance with his brother and Addison was growing. “Kevin hasn’t even figured out what the next trial is yet! Whatever you’re worried about, don’t. I’ll be ready.”

Dean shifts. He wants to argue with his younger brother. But he doesn’t. He forces a smile and walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. Sam shrugs off his jacket and tosses it on one of the beds, claiming it. The Impala roars to life, signaling Dean driving off. Addison walks out of the bathroom and plops down on the bed Sam had just claimed. “I hope you don’t kick,” she says, running a hand over her face.

Sam frowns. “We’re not sharing a bed, Ads.”

Addison sits up and stares at him. “I’m not sharing a bed with Dean, so unless you want to…”

“Fine,” Sam lets out, frustrated. He wants to argue with her. To tell her that she and Dean need to figure out how to do the job and to stop putting him in the middle. “Look, Ads, you—” He’s cut off when they hear a scratching at the door. Then a dog whines. They exchange a look. Sam walks over to the door and looks through the peephole. Nothing. He glances at Addison before opening the door. A doberman was sitting there, tongue hanging out of it’s mouth. 

The doberman runs into the room. The dog jumps onto the unclaimed bed. “Whoa,” Addison exclaims, jumping up. “Yeah, okay, Dean gets to kill you.”

Sam shoots her annoyed look. He closes the door and walks over to the dog. He checks the red collar the dog was wearing. “No tags,” he says. He runs a hand over the dog’s head. “What’re you doing here, girl?”

The dog flops down on the bed, showing her belly to Sam. Addison winkles her nose. “I’m not sleeping in a bed that smells like dog,” she tells Sam. The dog growls at Addison. “Why did it just growl at me?”

Sam grabs a piece of jerky of his backpack. “Probably because she can tell you don’t like dogs, Ads.”

“I can’t help that I like cats better,” Addison defends. “Kittens are too cute. With their little noses and little toe beans. If Dean wasn’t allergic, we’d already have a cat in the bunker.”

“No, we wouldn’t.”

“We totally would.”

“No, we wouldn’t because we would end up listening to Dean constantly bitching about it.”

“Like how you’ll have to deal with him bitching about the dog being on his bed,” Addison says, smirking. Headlights shine through the blinds and they recognize the familiar rumble of the Impala’s engine. 

Sam scratches the dog behind her ears. “Okay, I got some explaining to do,” he tells her. “Just…stay.” He walks out of the motel room and closes the door behind him.

Addison shakes her head and turns her attention to pulling out her laptop. She turns around and freezes. Sitting on the bed was a beautiful woman, wearing a skin tight black dress. “Uh…”

The motel door opens to reveal Sam and Dean. “She can stay the night,”  Dean amusedly says, grinning at his younger brother.

“Two seconds ago she was a dog,” Addison informs him.

Sam reaches for the silver knife he had hidden on him. “Who the hell are you,” he demands.

“Not a shape shifter. So you can stash the blade,” the woman replies, standing up. “I’m a familiar.”

Dean frowns. “A what?”

“A familiar,” Addison repeats, staring at the woman. “They’re companions to witches. At least some witches. They split time between human and animal forms.”

The woman nods. “I get a more accurate read on people in my…other persona. Approaching hunters in motel rooms like this…” She waves at hand at herself. “It gets complicated. My name’s Portia. I belong to James Frampton.”

“No, see, that doesn’t work,” Dean argues. “Because that would make our buddy James a witch.”

“Wow, you’re quick.”

“He’s a fucking witch,” Dean exclaims.

“He wasn’t when you met him. But that case you worked with him…”

“Yeah, the lunatic alchemist,” Addison says, remembering the case very well. “It was pretty nasty.”

“James wanted to know more about that world. The black arts…witchcraft…became the center of his life.”

“You’re telling me James the cop became a witch because of us,” Dean disbelievingly argues. He shakes his head.

Portia stares at Dean. “You don’t like dogs, do you?”

“Is James still a cop,” Addison questions.

“He is,” Portia answers. “Homicide detective. His new powers made his work even better.”

“So what does he need from us,” Dean asks.

“Something’s happening to him. It started with excruciating headaches. Screaming sounds in his ears. Horrible nightmares. Unable to sleep or think. He can’t work. It’s like he’s having a breakdown. Maybe you can find a way to help him.”

“Yeah. Here’s the thing. Witches. Not real fans.”

Portia glares. She was angry. “Really. Well, James is a cop. With a spotless record. He’s used his skills for nothing but good. He’s your friend. And he saved your assess. So what if you lose the ignorant bigotry for maybe two seconds and give him a shot?”

Dean shifts. “That was…incredibly hot.”

Addison rolls her eyes. “Portia, the dreams that James has been having. Does he think that they’re real? That he’s actually killing people?”

Portia sighs and turns to Addison. “I think so. At least that’s what I picked up before he started blocking me.”

“What do you mean ‘blocking you,’” Sam questions.

“Familiars and their masters…we can communicate telepathically. I could get inside James’ head any time I wanted. But he’s shut me out,” Portia answers.

“So, more than likely he’s hiding something he doesn’t want you to see,” Addison reasons.

“Possibly,” Portia agrees. “Something dark that’s destroying him. He can’t go to the police and he doesn’t trust the other witches…”

“And he trust us,” Dean asks. “You do know who we are, right? We’re the last people someone like James should tell his troubles to.”

“You’re his friends,” Portia begins. “And…this was my idea. I was the one who sent you the texts under James’ name. He doesn’t know you’re here. But I think you may be all he has.”

Addison shoots Portia a smile. “Portia, tell James we’ll stop by in the morning.”

~*~

Addison shifts. She was sitting the couch next to Dean in James Frampton’s living room. She wasn’t sure what was more awkward: listening to James and Portia fight or sitting next to Dean on the couch. The door opens and doberman quickly walks through the living room, tail tucked between her legs. James walks out of the room and towards them. “Sam. Dean. Addison,” he greets.

“Hi, James,” Addison responds with a smile, standing up. Dean and Sam follow suit. 

“Witchcraft, James,” Dean disbelievingly asks. “Really? The fuck were you thinking?”

“You come to help or pile on,” James argues.

“I’m just telling you, you start fucking with the stuff, you can fry wiring.”

“Dean,” Addison snaps, shooting him an annoyed look. She shoots James an apologetic look. “Can you tell us about the dreams? Portia said people were dying in them.”

James scoffs. He sits down in an arm chair. “‘Dying?’ They were torn to bits, Addison. I could feel my fingers ripping into their flesh.”

“But they were dreams,” Dean says.

“Well, I woke up in my bed.”

“So, it was a dream,” Addison questions.

“I’m not so sure.”

Dean lets out a frustrated breath. “Yeah. Not helping, James.”

“Those people died. I checked with the precinct.”

“Maybe you heard about it and it stuck in your head,” Sam reasons.

“You don’t think I told myself all that,” James questions, standing up. He reaches into a duffle bag and pulls out a shirt in a ziplock bag. He pulls out the shirt and hands it to Sam. “Don’t think I didn’t say ‘that wasn’t me…I couldn’t have done such a thing?’”

“Yours?”

James turns the shirt to reveal the monogrammed pocket with the letters JMF. “James Martin Frampton,” he tells them. He sits back down in the arm chair. “What’s happening to me?”

Addison shifts. “Could you have pissed off another witch? Or did another witch hex you or forced you to…” 

“It’s possible, I supposed. Never heard of it.”

“How many of these dreams have you had,” Sam asks.

“Four. The most recent last night. A blind man. He started crying as I squeezed his throat…” James trails off. He avoids looking at them.

“Okay man, listen, we’re gonna figure this out, but you have to do your part,” Dean says.

James looks at him. “Which is?”

Dean reached down and grabs his own duffel bag. “You gotta stay put.” He unzips the duffle bag to reveal heavy chains. “House arrest, big guy.”

Addison reaches forward and places a comforting hand on his arm. “Everything’s going to be okay, James,” she softly reassures him. She pays no attention to how tense Dean is beside her.

~*~

“Sam,” Addison begins. She was sitting on Dean’s bed while the other hunter was on the other bed. She lets her MacBook on the bed and turns to Sam. “Do you think that James and Portia…” Sam stares at her. “That they…you know.”

Sam turns his attention back to his laptop. “I think you and Dean just broke up and that if we want to actually help James, then maybe you shouldn’t be flirting with James in front of Dean.”

Addison rolls her eyes. “You think Dean isn’t hitting one any reasonable good looking woman he runs into?”

“He’s not doing it in front of you,” Sam points out. 

Addison sighs and falls back onto the bed. She stares at the water stained ceiling. “Stop trying to make me feel bad.”

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad, Ads. You’re hurt. Dean’s hurt. But you guys need to deal with your shit and stop putting me in the middle.”

Addison doesn’t reply, choosing to stare at the ceiling. “Got the rest of it,” Dean announces, walking into the motel room carrying a plastic bag filled with chicken feet. He glances at Addison before turning and shrugging off his jacket.

“Crime scene reports match up exactly with what James told us,” Sam says. “Vics, dates, locations…Most recent one, a blind guy. Just like he said.”

“Not good.”

“I looked up James’ record with police,” Addison says. “He went from rookie detective to lieutenant overnight and his solve record has been a hundred percent for the past four years.”

“Course he’s got booga-booga on his side, right,” Dean replies, setting out the numerous he had gathered. “You know, we’ve never actually used this witch killing spell of Bobby’s. It’s not a sure thing.”

“Is anything we do a sure thing,” Sam asks.

“Well…I like to get the odds in our favor as much as possible.”

“Okay…”

“What,” Dean replies. He doesn’t miss the look on Sam’s face. “I’m concerned, Sam.”

“Concerned,” Sam repeats.

“Yeah.”

“For my well being? Or that I’m gonna screw the trials up?”

“Look, we get too far down the road with this, we can’t go back. It’ll be too late for me to jump in.”

“Who says you’ll have to? Maybe your little brother will actually pull this one off.”

“I’m just saying—”

“I know what you’re saying. You’ve said it,” Sam interrupts. “You know…I’ve been going over and over this…’why doesn’t he trust me?’ Then it hits me. It’s not that you don’t trust me, it’s that you only trust you.”

Dean stares at him. “You done?”

“I’m done if you’re done.”

Dean turns to the table and busies himself. “Look, when get this thing put together, we can’t hesitate. We use it if we have to.”

“That’s if we find the witch who is doing this to James,” Addison says, sitting up. She turns to face him.

“Or if there is no other witch, Ads,” Dean reminds her, looking at her.

“It wouldn’t be the first time that we gave someone a get out of jail free card.”

“Hey, I like James as much as the next guy, but people are getting ganked here. Besides, Benny, Kate…they were forced to be what they were. James chose this.”

~*~

“Are we getting the stink eye here or what,” Dean asks as he and Addison follow Portia through a local witch club. While neither of them were happy to be working with each other at the moment, there was no way Dean was going to let Addison go to the witch club on her own. 

“They can tell you’re outsiders,” Portia quietly tells them.

“Are they all witches,” Dean replies, looking around at the patrons scattered around the club.

Addison rolls her eyes. “It is a witch club,” she whispers.

“And..stuff,” Portia adds. “But if there’s information out there about James, they’ll know.”

“How’d James find you, anyhow,” Dean questions.

“Not how it works. The familiar finds the master. And they become inseparable.”

“Guess a lot of people are like that with their pets.”

Addison and Portia stop. “Dean,” Addison hisses. She shoots him a disbelieving look.

Portia glares at him. “I’m not James’ pet.”

Dean shifts. “Well, not all the time…”

“Dean,” Addison hisses once more.

“Not ever,” Portia snaps, clearly annoyed with him. “The master and the familiar…there’s an unbreakable bond. Like a melding of souls. We would die for each other.” Dean can just stare at Portia. Addison shakes her head in disbelief.

“Portia! Over here!”

Portia leads them in the direction of the voice and they find a tall, slender man sitting on a couch. He had a martini in his hand. “Dean, Addison, meet Philippe LeChat,” Portia introduces. “Dean and Addison are Wiccans from Detroit.”

“Really,” Philippe enthusiastically replies, looking between the two hunters. “Well. Sit! Sit!” He motions to the couch across from him and they sit down. Addison frowns as Dean presses close to her.

“Spencer here,” Portia asks.

“Somewhere.”

Dean sneezes and they stare at him. “Weird. I only do that around cats.”

Philippe arches an eyebrow. He smiles at Addison and she can’t help but smile back. “Tell me about James. Lot of buzz out there,” he says to Portia.

“All gossip,” Portia says, clearly irritated. She turns to Dean and Addison. “The community has a little attitude going.”

Philippe rolls his eyes. “He brings it on himself. A…There’s the whole cop thing. Witch/cop is he nuts?”

“Exactly what I said,” Dean agrees.

“There’s you, babe,” Philipe turns his attention back to Portia. “It isn’t done, Portia. And you know it.”

Dean and Addison exchange a confused look. “Sorry. Remind me. What isn’t done?”

Portia avoids looking at them. “Portia.”

The hunters turn to see a man wearing a dark suit. He eyes them with a look of distrust. “We’re…Wiccans. From Detroit,” Dean tells him.

“Spencer’s the man to ask,” Portia quietly says to them.

“Oh. Hi,” Addison brightly greets. “Have you, uh, ever heard of a spell that allows one witch to control the actions of another witch,” she asks. Dean sneezes once more and Spencer stares at him.

“No, I’ve never heard of a thing like that. I don’t think it’s possible,” Spencer answers her. He turns to Portia. “How’s James? I worry about him.”

“Better,” Portia replies. “I’ll tell him you asked.”

Spencer nods. He turns to Philippe. “Philippe, it’s time we were going.”

Philippe stands up. “Of course. Good night.” He lightly touches Dean’s shoulder. “So nice to meet you.”

Philippe changes into a black cat and leaps into Spencer’s arms. “I knew it,” Dean exclaims. Addison lightly smacks his chest with the back of her hand. Dean’s phone rings. He stands up and pulls Addison up with him. He pulls her towards a quiet corner. Dean pulls out his phone and answers it. “Yeah.” Addison leans in close to hear. Dean shifts. He wasn’t going to pretend that being close to her didn’t have an effect on him.

“Where are you guys,” Sam questions.

“Witch club, why,” Dean replies.

“Listen. I just got the lab work back from the blood on James’ shirt.”

“And?”

“Not good. The blood is an exact match to to vic number three.”

“Pretty much says it all, doesn’t it,” Dean says, staring at Addison. She sadly sighs.

~*~

James’ house is dark and quiet that night when the three hunters quietly walk in. Dean carried bottle with Bobby’s witch killing potion inside of it. They walk through the house before entering the master bedroom. James was chained to the bed. He looks at them, resigned to his fate. Addison shoots him a sad look. Dean holds up the bottle and pulls out a lighter. He flicks open the lighter and it lights up.

“No, Dean!” They turn to see Portia standing in the doorway, wearing a nightie. “Just listen to me. Please. It’s not James!” Portia moves to stand next to the bed. “Tonight…James and I were close. Without psychological walls. Intimate. You know how that is.” Dean stares. “No defenses. One entity.”

Dean just continues to stare. Addison rolls her eyes. She leans in close to Dean. “They had sex,” she softly explains, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice.

“Wow, you sound disappointed, Ads,” Dean says and Addison stares at him. Dean looks between James and Portia. “Didn’t see that coming.”

“We have an usual relationship,” Portia tells them. “Familiars aren’t supposed to be sexually involved with their witches.”

“Understandable. You being a…and he’s a…” Dean trails off. He looks between Sam and Addison. “Little help here?”

“You dug your own grave,” Addison whispers.

“Let’s just say some people are a bit set in the ways,” Portia continues. “Philippe for example.”

Dean nods. “That’s why he had a bug up his ass.”

“James and I hadn’t made love in weeks. His agony ate him up and he shut me out. But tonight…I saw his thoughts. And the memories of the murders.”

“Sorry, this is you talking us out of banking James?”

“Dean. That’s all I saw. Just the kills. No preparation, no thought process, no anticipation, no stalking, no motive. Just the kills without context.”

Sam frowns. “No other awareness of the crimes?”

“I could see everything he did on those days. Everything was normal. Then a flash of murder. Then normal. Doesn’t that at least suggest he’s under another’s control.”

“Except Spencer said it wasn’t possible,” Addison reminds.

“He said he never heard of it.” The trio exchanges a look. “James is chained. He’s confined. At least take a shot.”

~*~

Addison shifts as the sits on the couch in living room of James’ house. Dean had gone with Portia to meet a contact of James’ while Sam had gone to the police station. Addison elected to stay behind and do research into whether there was a spell that could control another witch. She stands up from the couch and walks into James’ bedroom. 

James, having changed into jeans and a cream colored sweater, was chained to the bed. “So, I was curious,” Addison begins, sitting on the edge of his bed.

“About what came first,” James finishes. “Girl or dog?” Addison nods and he sighs. “Girl came first. And no.”

“Oh. That’s good to know.”

“Dean said you were disappointed,” James points out.

Addison shakes her head. “What? No. No. No. No. I mean, it’s been such a long time since we…” She trails off at the disbelieving look on his face and lets out a frustrated breath. “Yeah. Just a little bit.”

James shifts. “I’m surprised you and Dean haven’t gotten together.”

Addison sighs. “We did. It was good. Then the same problems we’ve been having for years interferes and we had a fight. And it was over. Same shitty cycle that keeps repeating.”

“Have you talked to him about it?”

“Dean isn’t exactly the type to sit and talk about his feelings,” Addison tells him.

“Maybe you just need to make him sit and talk.” James tugs at the chains around his wrists. “You could always try chaining him to a bed.”

~*~

Dean closes the book and stares at Addison, who was sitting in the armchair with her MacBook in her laptop. “You and James were looking pretty close earlier,” he says. He couldn’t take the tension between them. 

Addison glances at him. “We were just talking,” she tells him.

Dean nods, not convinced. “Yeah. Talking.”

Addison closes her laptop and sets it on the coffee. “Dean, just spit it out already.”

Dean shifts. He starts to open his mouth when the door opens and Sam walks in. “Hey,” he greets, thankful for the distraction. “We’ve been going through all of Bobby’s data.”

“Anything,” Sam asks, looking between them.

“Yeah, there’s a spell for implanting images in someone else’s brain,” Addison answers.

“What?”

“It creates false memories in another witch’s mind.”

“So, James could be convinced he killed those people without ever touching ‘em? So, maybe it is someone else?”

“Who’s going to hell of a lot trouble to make this look like James,” Dean adds. “What do the cops say?”

“That’s the thing. According to Ed Stoltz, they’ve got zip. But they’re onto something. The lab tech who’s working the case had a thick file folder marked James Frampton.”

“Ed didn’t mention that?”

“He did not,” Sam replies. He smiles at his older brother as Dean and Addison stand up from the couch. “Oh, by the way, gotta hand it to you. It’s been fifteen hours since Portia told us about her night with James. And not one doggy style joke from you.”

Dean chuckles. “Made you say it.”

Addison rolls her eyes and walks into James’ bedroom with the boys following her. “Portia tells me my ‘friends’ in the community want to burn me at the stake,” James tells them.

“Not gonna lie, it’s gettin’ ugly.”

“And the cops maybe have more on the case than they’re saying. Including a thick dossier on you,” Sam adds.

“Me,” James questions.

Sam nods. “I got a feeling whatever they know is under lock and key at the precinct. Room C-110.”

“Then we need to break in.”

“Sure. Locked room in a joint swarmin’ with cops twenty-four seven. Why didn’t I think of that,” Dean sarcastically says.

“Dean. A witch can go to a place without having to go to a place.”

Dean shifts. “Like…phone sex?” He ignores the disbelieving looks from Sam and Addison.

“Astral projection,” James corrects. “I can project my awareness anywhere. From the comforts of right here.” He holds up his wrists. “But these come off.”

“I don’t think so,” Sam tells him.

“Irons on, no magic. No magic, no break-in.”

After the boys have a silent conversation and they reluctantly free James from the iron chains, Addison finds herself standing across from the three men. “James, are you sure you’re still able to do this,” Portia asks. She was standing next to Addison.

“Wow, there’s a confidence building,” Dean mutters. “Anything else before I become a disembodied thing completely at his mercy?”

“Just close your eyes. Whatever I see I will pass on to you two,” James says, placing his hands on Sam and Dean’s shoulders. He closes his eyes. “Libera me occult cognoscere veritatem.” James’ eyes fly open and roll back to become white. It only last a few minutes before James snaps open his eyes.

“The fuck, James,” Dean exclaims. “I coulda had a stroke! Who whips around backwards like that?”

“Stoltz is building a case against me,” James tells Portia and Addison.

Portia frowns. “What?”

“Ed’s always wanted that big breakthrough case. Nailing a renegade cop would qualify.”

Addison sighs. “Especially one he had a grudge against.”

James nods. “My first case. They dropped him as lead detective and went with me.”

“So, this is payback,” Sam clarifies.

“Wait. He can’t just arrest you,” Portia argues. “He needs evidence, he needs—”

“He’s got it,” James interrupts. “Everything he needs.”

“From who?”

“Phil. The Cat,” Dean answers.

Portia stares at Dean. “Philippe.”

James stands up. Anger was rolling off of him. Sam grabs the chains and stands up. “Easy there, buddy, let’s talk this thorough,” he says.

James starts towards the door but Dean quickly blocks. “James…” James waves a hand and sends the hunters flying to into the walls. They land on the floor with a hard thud. 

~*~

Addison lets out a groan and slowly opens her eyes. She moves to press a hand to her forehead and finds that she’s chain to James’ bed. She looks to see that Dean and Sam are also chained to the bed. James’ is nowhere in sight. Neither is Portia. Dean groans and she turns to see he’s waking up. Sam shifts and they turn to see him waking up. “You okay,” Dean questions.

Sam shoots him an annoyed look. He holds up a wrist. “Look at me.”

Addison reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a lock pick kit. She quickly picks the lock open on her wrist. She moves over to Dean and works on his lock. “You know, I don’t care if he is a cop. Witches are dicks,” Dean mutters. After getting the lock on Sam open, the trio quickly makes their way out of the house.

By the time they reach the witch club, James and Spencer are in the middle of a argument. They listen, learning that Spencer that did indeed kill the people. “So, James didn’t kill those people. You did,” Dean says, as they step out from the shadows.

Spencer smiles at Dean and Addison. “The Wiccans from Detroit.” He waves a hand, sending the hunters into the wall.

“Again,” Addison mutters. 

James waves a hand and sends Spencer flying through the club. Spencer chuckles. “Seriously,” Spencer taunts. “You want to take me on?” The hunters shake off the hit. Dean pulls out the bottle filled with the witch killing potion. “It’s not only James’ head I can get inside!”

Addison falls to her knees as images flash through her head. Fighting with Dean. Watching Dean die. Leaving the note in between the beer bottles while Dean sleeps. She presses a hand to her forehead. An image of a man in front of her appears. Lightning flashes. Angel wings outlined in blue. She doesn’t see Spencer disappear in a purple smoke after Dean throws the witch killing potion at him. The images stop. 

Dean runs over to her. “Ads,” he lets out, placing a hand on her shoulders. She leans against him, panting.

~*~

Addison bites her lip. She finds Dean in the kitchen. After leaving James and Portia, who had left St. Louis, they had made their way back to the Bunker. Which had basically become their home. She clears her throat. “I, uh, I wanted to apologize,” she nervously says, shoving her hands in her back pockets. “For, uh, for slapping you. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s fine,” Dean tells her. 

Addison shakes her head. “No, it’s not. I shouldn’t have done it. And I’m sorry.” She bites her lip. “We need to figure how to do this without being pissed at each other all the time.”

“We’ll just do what we always do, Ads. It’s just like all the other time—”

“No, it’s not just like all the other times,” Addison interrupts, stepping closer to him. “And you know that, Dean. So, we need to figure out how to do this or…”

“Or what? You’ll leave?”

“Yeah. It might be for the best.”

“No.”

“Dean—”

“No,” Dean snaps. “Absolutely not. You’re not going anywhere.”

Addison sighs. “Dean—”

“What the fuck do you want me to say, Addison,” Dean exclaims. “That I’m sorry. Because I am. I fucking love you. I mean, I want to do this right. But…but you deserve way better than this shitty life with me.”

Addison stares at him. Then she quickly walks over to him and presses her lips against his. He wraps his arms around her. “Dean,” she whispers. “I love you. I have loved you since we were teenagers.”

Dean closes his eyes. “Ads.”

“I just want to be with you. I don’t care about the other stuff. I just want you, Dean,” Addison softly tells him. “Why do you think I said yes all those years ago?” Dean opens his eyes. He rests his forehead against hers. She smiles at him. He kisses her. She was always picking him. The kiss quickly escalates. Her back hits the refrigerator.

“No sex in communal areas,” Sam reminds, walking into the kitchen.

Dean pulls back. He lifts up Addison and her legs wrap around his waist. “Don’t bother us,” he tells his younger brother before walking out of the kitchen, carrying Addison. Sam shakes his head. He doesn’t fight the smile on his face; glad that they had hashed things out between them.

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Grey's text posts pt. 9

[slf-cntrl]

THE ERA

i don't care what anyone says.

nothing (not even jackson and april) will ever top this era.

[shelbgrey]

Ok but imagine this:

The allison and mark situation happens, so when derek finds out he tells reader (who is marks gf at the time) and they go to seattle amd fall in love and when allison and mark go there they see them being all in love.

This just spoke to me

Every rose has its thorn

Paring: Derek shepherd x Reader, Ex!Mark Sloan x Reader.

Summary: after Addison cheats on Derek and Mark cheats on the reader, both Derek and her go to Seattle. After they both got drunk and had sex one night the two relized the feeling they have for each other, by the time Mark and Addison come to Seattle Derek and the reader are dating and in love.

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It sucks when your whole life gets turned upside down. A group of friends being torn apart because of an adulterous act. Derek had come home one night to see his wife Addison Montgomery in bed with his best friend Mark Sloan... Mark Sloan just happened to be the boyfriend of y/n L/n. Both Addison and Mark cheated on Derek and y/n. Ruining their relationships forever.

Y/n felt terrible, her heart ached. She felt like she should have seen it coming, she thought she should have seen the signals. She was mad and heartbroken when I found out Mark cheated on her with Addison. Most of all, she was angry at Addison for cheating on Derek. Derek was y/n’s best friend and seeing him that heartbroken hurt worse.

Derek hated both Addison and Mark. Not only did they ruin his relationship and marriage, but they also hurt y/n as well. Derek was so upset that he decided to leave town. He was tired of the lies from Addison and Mark. He just wanted to move on. He knew he couldn't if he stayed there. That's when he and y/n made the move to Seattle together.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

They both got drunk the first night they were in Seattle. Derek and her went to this small bar that was across the street from the hospital. Y/n never got drunk, she didn't like drinking but that's just how the night went. And too bad it took them being drunk to realize there was something between them.

Once they got drunk Derek started noticing things about her he had never noticed before. He started to see her in a new light. It made him see how beautiful she was. His feelings for her grew the more drunk they got.

“God I hate him” y/n rambled about Mark. “I wish I never fell in love with him”

Derek listened to everything y/n had to say. He hated that she loved a man like Mark. She deserved so much better. Derek couldn't wait to show her how much better he was for her…

“I hate her too” y/n sighed then looked over at Derek, there was just something there she hadn't noticed before. They always had some kinda connection, but always played it off as being best friend

She noticed his smile, his blue eyes. She always considered him a platonic soulmate, but maybe... Just maybe there was something more. Derek looked over at y/n. Her lips looked so soft. Her hair was perfectly curled. She stood out like a diamond, She was beautiful. Derek had never thought he would feel this way towards her. But as the night went on he realized there was something inside of him that was growing for her. He realized that he was falling in love with her. He had never felt this way before for anyone.

They both sat there wondering what would have happened if they chose each other instead of Mark and Addison. Derek always wondered what it would be like if y/n chose him over Mark. If y/n had chosen him, Addison would never have broken his heart. Would they have settled down with each other and had children? Had a family? The thoughts were racing through Derek's mind while he continued to stare at y/n. He wanted to make his move.

“Why are you looking at me like That?” she chuckled drunkenly.

Derek didn't realize that his lustful gaze was showing. He felt his cheeks burn red from embarrassment. He cleared his throat. “because your beautiful”

She blushed and looked away. “your just saying that”

Derek wanted her to know she was beautiful and he wasn't just saying that. He moved closer to her. “no. I mean it. You're so beautiful. I've never told you that before. But I'm gonna tell you now. You're gorgeous…”

She don't know what possessed her, but she placed her hand on his jaw and pressed her lips to his. Derek was absolutely shocked when y/n pressed her lips to his, that she had initiated it first. He pulled away, staring into her eyes. “Mark is stupid for letting something as amazing as you go” Derek whispered, he had been wanting this for so long. Derek immediately placed his hands on her hips and pulled her close to him. He kissed her with all the emotion and longing that had built up inside of him. He wanted her and he was going to get her.

Her lips parted and gently brushed her tongue against his lips, running her fingers through his hair

He kept kissing her deeply as he ran his hands up her torso, towards her neck. Derek couldn't wait to explore every inch of her.

Y/n slowly pulled away, resting her forehead against his as she tried to catch her breath and tried to focus my drunken mind. Now all logic was throwing away, she inched her face closer to his again, nudging her nose against his, hovering her lips over his. She couldn't get enough of the intoxicating scent of his cologne. Her eyes were fixed downward,watching his hands roam the outline of her body.

Derek's hands wrapped around her waist as he pulled her closer to him. They were both losing reason and logic. They were caught up in the moment. Derek felt their warmth building between them and it was turning him on, He wanted more. His hands wandered up her back now and they slowly ran through her hair. The smell of lavender wafted up to his nose and he was lost in her.

Before things could get too far, y/n pressed her hands to his chest, stopping him. “you wanna get out of here?”

Derek quickly nodded. “yeah, let's get out of here”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

As soon as they got back to the trailer, her lips were back on his, the kiss was messy and rushed. Y/n quickly pushed his jacket off his shoulders as he pushed her backwards towards the kitchen counter. She moaned against his lips, running her fingers through his hair. Getting them lost in his soft, perfect hair.

Derek was absolutely stunned by her boldness. This was the moment he had been longing for all this time. He was ecstatic that she was finally showing him this side of her. He threw his coat to the side with the rest of their stuff and began to kiss her with more passion. His hands roamed from her back down her body, giving her ass a squeeze. He was feeling her up the way he had wanted to since the moment he met her.

He couldn't help but want more. His hands squeezed her butt and his lips kept on exploring hers while he moved her back towards the bed. His body was pushed against hers and he leaned her back. There was no going back now. Y/n fell backwards on his bed, pulling him down with her. She moaned softly, tugging on his hair as his lips and the scruff on his jaw brushed against her neck.

Derek loved her reaction, the moans she let out were sending shivers down his spine. Her touch felt so good on him. Derek could feel her body pressing against his. He was enjoying her just as much as she was enjoying him. He wanted to kiss every inch of her. He finally had the chance to make her his and he wasn't going to let her slip away from him.

“D-derek” she moaned softly.

Derek loved how his name coming from her mouth sounded. Hearing her breathless voice gave him everything he needed to continue on with her. His hands ran up and down her body and his lips traveled across her neck and down to her shoulders. His mouth was finally exploring her body in ways that he had wished he could do for so long. His scruff was rough on her soft skin. His lips were gentle and tender. His touch was so hot and passionate. He loved the way she tasted and smelled, every inch of her was perfect to him.

They were running on nothing but alcohol, bottled up feelings, and passion. Their clothes were gone in seconds and they fell into each other's temptations.

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The next morning I woke up with a hangover, my head was pounding. I looked around and noticed I was in Derek's bed and not my own. I peaked under the covers and we were both naked. Derek was still asleep, I slowly sat up and grabbed his red shirt from last night and covered my bare chest with it. I sat there processing the whole night, I didn't feel regret or anything, but when something feels so good, how can it not be bad. “Derek, wake up” I said, nudging his naked shoulder.

Derek's eyes slowly opened and he sat up from the bed, stretching and yawning. He turned his head in my direction and he froze when he noticed his shirt covering my chest. His eyes grew wide, but there was a smirk on his face.

“So... Umm…” I looked down shyly. “we umm... Last night, didn't we?” I asked softly.

Derek laid on his back, smirking to himself. “yeah… Yeah we did”

I moved my messy hair out of my face. “we're no better than them,” I mumbled, thinking about Addison and Mark. They slept together, they were in the wrong, but what about us?.

Even if I was right or wrong, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief from last night. The bond we formed last night was undeniable. I had wanted him for so long and we finally had our chance. Mark and Addison may have won the battle, but there was this feeling that we were gonna win the war.

I fell backwards in the bed, laying on my back next to him. I rubbed my face processing everything. I didn't regret it one bit, but I wished it happened at a different time. “God... I just had sex with a married man” I mumbled, covering my face.

He rolled over on his side, facing me. He kissed my shoulder with a smirk on his face. “Separated... I'm not with Addison anymore” he kissed my cheek then looked at me with those pretty blue eyes. “and I gotta say... That was the best sex I ever had…”

I uncovered my face and turned my head towards him, smiling. “Dito”

Derek smiled. “Do you... umm... regret what we did last night?”

“No... Do you?” I asked softly.

Derek shook his head in a no. “I wanted to do that for so long.” he leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine for a soft loving kiss.

Derek pulled me close, kissing me deeply with no regrets between us. My heart fluttered as he kissed me passionately. This feeling was so new to me, but definitely wanted. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me against his chest. The scruff on his jaw hitting my chin and cheeks. I smirked against his lips and placed my hand on his jaw, feeling the scruff that peppered his jaw. I pulled away from the kiss and rested my forehead against his, I rubbed my thumb over his cheek gently. “like this...” I mumbled, referring to his scruff. When he was with Addison he was always clean shaved. She liked it that way, I didn't matter if he wanted to let it grow.

“You like it?” his eyebrow raised with a smirk on his face.

“Yeah... It's sexy”

When he was with Addison he definitely shaved daily. But he was trying keep his scruff now. He liked the way he looked with a little bit of scruff now. He kissed my cheek slowly. “I'll keep it for you then” he smirked again.

I smiled, pulling him down for another kiss and slowly ran my fingers through his hair. I pulled away from the kiss gently. “we need to get ready for work...”

“yeah... First day” Derek chuckled and kissed my nose before climed out of bed.

~~~~~~~~(few months later)~~~~~~~~

I had to admit Seattle was just a better place to be than new York. No one knew us except Richard Webber, he still didn't know about our relationship and that was okay. As the months went by it was made clear that our firsr night here ment everything. We just fit too well together, even if that sounded cheesy. Being beat friends in the past nothing much changed except we were now kissing, cuddling, and having quickies in the shower.

Mark had tried to call me numerous of times, I hadn't awnsered once. I wasn't ready to talk to him, but I think I was ready to forgive him. I had moved on and was happy with Derek, so there was no reason to hate him. Addison is a different story. I couldn't believe it when she showed up in Seattle.

“Addison... what are you doing here?” Derek asked.

I couldn’t even looked Addison in the eyes. I kept my head down and my anger bottled up.

“you would have know if you had botherd to return any one of my phone calls” Addison turned to me. “or awnsered the phone when Mark calls”

“I have nothing to say to him” I said bitterly.

“of course not, your too busy screwing my husband” Addison shot back.

“that's rich” I snapped back. “you were too busy screwing my boyfriend”

Derek grabed my arm, rubbing it affectionately. He stared at Addison with betrayal and anger. “is there something you need? What are you doing here?”

Addison had a smug look on her face as she looked Derek up and down. I couldn't help but feel territorial, but at the same time insucre. I always thought Addison was prettier than me.

“your hair is different” Addison said, dodging the subject. She went to reach for his hair, but I pushed her hand away. Derek smirked slightly, but it disappeared and he turned back to Addison. “a lot of things are different”

“it's longer” Addison continued. “what's your problem?” I asked annoyed.

“what are you doing here?” Derek asked again.

“Relax, guys, I'm here for work. I'm helming the T.T.T.S. case you guys admitted last week. And after Richard's briefing...” Addison said, rolling her eyes.

“bullshit” I said. I didn't believe a word that came out of this woman's mouth. “I swear to God, if you brought Mark with you...”

“it's cute...” Addison started sarcastically. “That whole wide-eyed "ooh, he's a brain surgeon" act you have going on... It's sweet. Which is what you were going for, right? The anti-Addison”

I shook my head, staring daggers into her. She smirked like she had the upper hand now. I didn't know it was possible to love and hate someone so much. Addison was always like an older sister to me, I looked up to her and wanted to be like her. Not now she betrayed me... But in a sences I betrayed her too.

“let's go” Derek said in a hard tone and grabed my hand. I looked into Addison's eyes and showed her nothing but hurt as Derek pulled me away.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“why is she back!?” I yelled at Derek.

“I don't know! Why are you yelling at me?” Derek snapped back as he paced back and forth in his trailer. I don't know why we were taking this out on each other, it hurt we resorted to this.

“I don't know!” I sighed and sat down on his bed, rubbing my face in frustration. I think we weren't yelling at each other, just yelling in general. We were both frustrated.

Derek sighed and gave me a gental expression. “you know her coming here means nothing, right?”

I looked up at him, I trusted him but I just had to ask. “nothing between us changes?”

His blue eyes stared into my soul. I loved his eyes, I could just drown in them. “nothing changes... Hell, I'll devorce her”

He held his hand out to me and I took it. “I promise” he said softly and knelt infront me where I was setting so we were eye level. “we're not gonna lose each other... Not again”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

Then Mark came back...

Unlike when Addison showed up, I was just hurt to see him. I hadn't thought about him since me and derek started dating, but when I saw his face all that hurt and betrayal came rushing back.

The first time he visited Seattle he was on the ground and thanks to Derek I was the one that had to stich him him up. Richard sent me and Mark to the ER and Richard was chewing Derek out for the punch. That's when Richard found out about Addison and Mark's affair.

“you look amazing” Mark said as I got out the supplies to stich up his cheek. I ignored him as I tried to keep my anger and disappointment bottled up.

I cleared my throat and placed a towel on his shoulder and tried to get a decent angle to stich his cheek.

“here” Mark mumbled and to my dismay he pulled me in between by my hips so I could be closer. “thats better” he smirked.

I sighed and dropped the tweezers. “you think your funny?”

“I think I'm adorable” he smirked. I rolled my eyes and stiched up the gash. I sighed using the technique mark taught me long ago.

“I missed you... I really do” he said as I placed a bandaged on. I tried to stay silent but Mark wasn't having it. “will you please say something?”

I slammed the tweezers on the tray with a loud clink then turned towrds Mark. “What do you want me to say? I don't want you here and and sure as hell don't want Addison here”

Mark looked down staying silent. “I'm sorry”

I rolled my eyes tired of his sorrys. I did miss him and hell I unfortunately still cared for him, but every time I looked at him all I can think of is him in bed with Addison.

I gulped and looked at him as I felt the tears form. “I'll see ya around Mark”

“bye...” he said barly above a whisper.

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Mark and Addison from a far, confused on what they were seeing. They just couldn't understand how fast y/n and derek fell for each other. Addison scolded herself for not seeing the signs earlier, but when she looks back she could see the way Derek looked at y/n.

“Derek never looked at me the way he looks at here” Addison said in a monotone voice.

Mark crossed his arms, staring at the new couple. He feeling so many different things it confused him. He wanted to fix his friendship with Derek, but everytime he saw his arm around y/n he just wanted to break it. Then on the other hand his heart broke seeing y/n smile and derek and not him, but he loved her enough to feel some sorta relief he didn't totally break her and she was happy.

“y/n looked at me like that... Every day we we're together” Mark said. “and I screwed it up big time”

Addison glanced at him, part of her felt fear Mark regreted being with her. It ment she lost two men she loved. She felt selfish for feeling like that, not only did she lose a husband she lost her closest female friend. This whole situation was a mess and she knew it.

Mark glanced at her, his blue eyes showing nothing but pain. “if I could turn back time I would in a heart beat”

Mark still loved her, but he loved her enough to let her go. At least he knew he could trust Derek not to hurt her. “let go of your pride addie, if you think Derek will leave n/n your crazy”

Addison raised an eyebrow at him, like she thought he was some kinda hypocrite. “well, y/n isn't leaving Derek for you”

“yeah... And I just need to learn to deal with that” Mark sighed, giving y/n and derek one last glance before leaving.

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If Addison had a YouTube channel😂

[wandamaximommy22]

drinking game to play while watching greys

take a shot every time they say

1) seriously

2) fistulas

3) mcdreamy

4) mcsteamy

5) round of epi

6) time of death

7) it’s a beautiful day to save lives

8) you’re my person

i can guarantee you will be absolutely hammered within the first few minutes

[imthxtgood]

Private Practice 02x01: 'A Family Thing.'

[theartofcollapse]

a/n: I'm taking requests, so feel free to send me some :) summary: Y/N is a new attending at Grey Sloan Memorial. Carina has her eyes on Y/N since the moment she met her. pairing: Carina DeLuca x female reader warnings: none word count: 1.4K

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Elevator Effect - Carina DeLuca

Y/N adjusted her jacket as the elevator doors slid open, revealing a nearly empty car save for one person leaning casually against the railing. The woman was stunning. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with curiosity as they landed on Y/N. She looked up from her phone and smiled, an expression that seemed almost too charming for its own good.

Y/N stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for her floor. Her first day at Grey Sloan Memorial had officially begun, and she decided to ease into it in her usual style: arriving in regular clothes before changing into her scrubs. She figured it would give her a chance to observe the environment without immediately standing out.

The silence in the elevator was brief.

"Buongiorno," the woman greeted, her voice as smooth as silk, laced with an Italian accent that could make anyone weak in the knees.

Y/N turned to her, quirking an eyebrow. "Good morning."

The woman tilted her head, her smile widening. "Not a doctor, I take it?" she asked, her gaze sweeping over Y/N’s outfit, a casual shirt, jeans, and sneakers. "Or are we experimenting with a new dress code?"

Y/N fought the urge to smirk. "Not a doctor," she said, technically not lying. Not yet, anyway.

The woman leaned in slightly, her curiosity evidently piqued. "Well, let me guess. A visitor? No, no, you seem too comfortable for that. Here for a meeting with the Chief?"

Y/N shrugged, letting her enjoy the guessing game. "Something like that."

Her companion chuckled, a sound that was somehow both mischievous and endearing. "I’m Carina, by the way. Carina DeLuca. And you are?"

"Y/N," she replied simply, keeping her tone neutral.

"Y/N…" Carina repeated, savoring the name. She studied Y/N with a smoldering gaze that could rival a summer heatwave. "Let me give you a warning, Y/N. If you wander into Grey Sloan looking like that, some people might forget how to do their jobs."

Y/N raised her eyebrows, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Oh, really?"

"Oh, sì," Carina said, taking a step closer. Her voice dropped lower, more intimate. "You’re… bellissima. Stunning. I’m already distracted, and I’ve only known you for two minutes."

Y/N’s lips twitched. "Is this how you greet everyone in the elevator?"

"Only the ones who make me want to press the emergency stop button," Carina teased, her eyes sparkling.

Y/N decided to play along. "That bold, huh?"

Carina smiled, her voice dripping with charm. "Life is too short for hesitation. Don’t you agree?"

The elevator dinged, signaling their arrival at the appropriate floor. Carina looked as though she had more to say, but Y/N stepped out first, giving her a knowing glance over her shoulder. "See you around, Carina."

Later that morning, Y/N stood beside Dr. Bailey in the conference room as a group of doctors filtered in. She had already changed into her scrubs, the name embroidered on her coat marking her position as the new attending in OB/GYN.

Carina walked in last, her gaze scanning the room before landing on Y/N. For a moment, her expression faltered, a flash of recognition lighting her face. Y/N offered her a subtle, knowing smile.

"Everyone, this is Dr. Y/N Y/L/N," Bailey announced. "She’s our new OB/GYN attending, joining us from Chicago. I expect you all to make her feel welcome."

Carina’s jaw dropped slightly, and her cheeks flushed. "You're… a doctor?" she asked Y/N after her short introduction was over, disbelief clear in her voice.

Y/N turned to her, feigning innocence. "Oh, I did forget to mention that earlier."

Carina blinked, clearly scrambling to recover. "You are very sneaky, Dr. Y/L/N."

Y/N leaned in just slightly, her voice quiet enough that only Carina could hear. "Life is too short for hesitation, right?"

Carina exhaled a laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "Touché."

Throughout the rest of the meeting, Carina found herself stealing glances at Y/N, clearly intrigued. Afterward, she caught up to her in the hallway.

"Non posso credere che non me l'hai detto."

Y/N tilted her head, pretending to be clueless. "I don’t speak Italian."

Carina smirked, leaning closer. "Then I guess I’ll have to teach you. Maybe over dinner?"

Y/N smirked. "I will think about your offer."

And with that, she left the Italian alone in her own disbelief.

The day was only halfway through, and Carina was already proving to be delightfully persistent. After their hallway banter, Y/N had managed to slip away to her office, but it wasn’t long before she encountered Carina again during a consult.

The patient had been referred to Y/N for a prenatal concern, and Carina, as the head of the Maternal-Fetal Medicine department, had been called in as well. Y/N was standing at the patient’s bedside when Carina walked in, clipboard in hand and a sly smile already forming on her lips.

“Dr. Y/L/N,” Carina greeted, her tone professional but her eyes sparkling with mischief. “How lovely to see you again. Twice in one day. I must be lucky.”

Y/N didn’t miss a beat. “You could say the same about me. I get to work with Seattle’s finest.”

Carina tilted her head, a mock expression of thoughtfulness crossing her face. “Seattle’s finest? Are you referring to me, or have you been meeting other doctors behind my back already?”

Y/N smirked, not giving Carina the satisfaction of an answer. She turned her attention to the patient instead, maintaining her composure while Carina lingered just a little closer than necessary.

Later, during lunch in the hospital cafeteria, Y/N found herself seated alone, flipping through a stack of files. She was mid-bite when Carina appeared out of nowhere, sliding into the seat across from her with a tray of her own.

“Working through lunch?” Carina asked, her voice warm as she unwrapped a sandwich. “I hope that doesn’t mean you’re too busy for me.”

Y/N set her file down, arching an eyebrow. “Depends. What’s the occasion?”

Carina grinned, leaning forward. “I figured I’d take the opportunity to learn more about the mysterious new attending. It’s only fair, considering how much you’ve kept me in the dark today.”

“Oh?” Y/N replied, feigning nonchalance. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything,” Carina said, her voice dropping into a flirtatious purr. “What brought you to Grey Sloan? How do you like your coffee? What’s your favorite color? And most importantly, how do you feel about Italian food?”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s quite the list.”

“Start with the last one,” Carina said, her eyes narrowing playfully. “Because if you don’t like Italian food, I may have to rethink my strategy.”

“Your strategy?” Y/N echoed, clearly amused.

Carina gestured between them. “This. Us. Getting to know each other. Winning you over.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms as she studied Carina. “You’re pretty confident, aren’t you?”

“Sì,” Carina admitted shamelessly. “But only because I know when something is worth the effort.”

Y/N’s cheeks warmed slightly at the intensity of Carina’s gaze. “For the record, I love Italian food,” she said. “But if you want to win me over, you’ll have to try harder than a lunch table interrogation and mentioning pasta and pizza.”

Carina rolled her eyes but she was most definitely up for the challenge. “Oh, don’t worry, cara mia. I plan to.”

By mid-afternoon, Carina was proving to be as good as her word. Y/N found herself in the supply closet, searching for a specific set of surgical tools, when Carina appeared in the doorway.

“Are you following me?” Y/N asked, glancing over her shoulder.

“Not intentionally,” Carina replied, stepping inside as though she owned the place. “But I’m starting to think fate might be pushing us together.”

Y/N shook her head, biting back a smile. “This is the supply closet, Carina. Hardly romantic.”

Carina stepped closer, her voice dropping to a low murmur. “You’d be surprised how creative I can be.”

Y/N turned to face her, holding a tray of instruments as a makeshift barrier. “Is this how you woo all the doctors?”

“Not doctors. Not plural. Only you. You wear scrubs better than I do, I have to try my luck.” Carina said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Y/N chuckled, brushing past her to exit the closet. As she walked away, she glanced back over her shoulder. “You’ll have to try harder than that, Dr. DeLuca.”

Carina called after her. “La prossima volta ti sorprenderò.”

Y/N didn’t understand the words, but she understood the promise in Carina’s tone and she couldn’t wait to see how far the Italian doctor would take this game.

[drghostwrite]

Operating Rooms…

Pairing: Addison Montgomery x preg!wife!reader

Summary: jumps around but reader is pregnant and due date is approaching fast, a few scares have Addison on the edge as she can’t imagine losing her wife or her baby. Also part of this is a rewrite of the episode where Derek throws up in the OR with Lexi.

Warnings: mention of miscarriage, blood, vomiting.

******************************************************** "Suction, There's to much blood in the field." you said as you and Derek operated on the patient.

"We're losing him!, ugh I should've just cut the cord, this is way to risky."

"Derek, just stay calm." you said, you were standing over your patient multiple hours into am exhaustive tumor removal. It was taking a toll on both of you, spending hours on you feet was hard enough but being 7 months pregnant made it even harder, you're muscles were starting to lock up as you fought the fatigue, your body was absolutely exhausted.

"Wait. It's back, He's coming back up." Mark said.

you could hear Lexie ask a question but you were zoning out as relief that flooded your body quickly turned into worry, you felt pain but not muscle pain, something was different, something was wrong.

"Dr. Shepard?"

"My mask..."

"What?"

"His mask, take it off" "Take off my mask, Take off my mask!"

you both yelled in unison, as you quickly realized that something was wrong. she quickly moved his mask as he bent over and threw up on the OR floor. you looked away turning into your arm, Mark saw your reaction looking you over.

"Y/N?" Mark said watching you as you turned to make eye contact with him.

"Dr. Montgomery, y-you're bleeding." Lexi said eyes getting wide with worry. In the midst of everything you forgot about yourself, quickly looking down to see a small stream of red darkening your scrubs, you're hands still inside the patient.

"Someone page Dr. Montgomery, NOW!" yelled Mark before rushing over to you.

"Lexi check on Derek, we need to keep this patient alive." He commanded, within minutes doctors filled the room, Meredith and Callie rushed to help Derek as Addison rushed to your side. As soon as your hands were out Mark scooped you up and rushed you out onto a gurney to get you to OB.

"Addison?"

"Right here Y/N, I'm right here."

"I'm scared..."

"I know, but we have the best." you squeezed her hand as they rushed you down the hall, as soon as you got there Arizona was waiting with monitors. "Okay mama, Let's figure out what's going on."

a few hours later you were in a hospital bed, Addison was next to you as Arizona walked in, "How're we feeling?"

"A little nervous, what's going on?"

"Well it looks like you have a case of what we call incompetent cervix, baby was pushing on your cervix and with the stress you were putting your body through, it cause your cervix to slightly dilate."

"Which caused your bleeding." Addison finished.

"And the baby?"

"The baby is okay, we gave you a slight dose of something to hopefully prevent labor, and we'll keep you overnight... and if it worsens then we can stitch the cervix closed until you go into labor."

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1 month later and you were back in action, saving lives, performing surgeries. Addison and Arizona had been keep an extremely close eye on you, monitoring work load and the baby.

That is until you found yourself in a very high-stakes trauma situation, the emergency room was flooded after a multi-vehicle pileup on the highway, and the trauma team was operating at full throttle.

“Dr. Montgomery, patient coming in with a chest wound—GSW to the aorta!” one of the paramedics called out as they wheeled a gurney toward you. The patient’s vitals were dropping fast, and her skin was pale.

You didn’t think twice. Despite the bulk of your 8 month pregnant belly, you climbed onto the moving gurney, ignoring the gasps of the staff around you. Your hand plunged into the patient’s chest cavity, fingers finding the torn artery.

“Clamp!” You shouted as a nurse handed you a clamp, “Someone prep an OR now!”

The gurney rushed down the hallway, the patient’s life quite literally in your hands. You barked orders, ignoring the discomfort in your lower back and the occasional tightening across your belly.

Once inside the OR, people were very cautiously and efficiently moving around the room, nobody dared get in your way as you operated. The nurses looking ant you with looks of admiration and concern as you moved the patient to the table, your hand still securely clamping the bleeding artery. You very efficiently let your scrub nurse gown you the best she could, just as you saw movement in your gallery.

"Dr. Montgomery, How're we doing?" you heard chief Webber's voice over the intercom. He had been showing some prospective attendings, and the board around and they decided that watching your surgery was intriguing so you had to put on your best show for them.

"Getting there, How's my ED looking?"

"Clearing out as we speak."

"Good, I'm going to need Dr. Torres and Dr. Sloan in here to help with this repair."

"Paging them now." he said before exiting the gallery.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” Callie muttered as she finally scrubbed in, walking to the other side of the table.

“Save it for later, Torres,” you shot back, sweat beading on your brow. “Right now, this patient needs me.”

But Callie’s sharp eyes didn’t miss the way your jaw clenched or how your breaths seemed shorter than usual. She stepped closer, her voice low.

“Are you feeling okay? Because if you’re not, you need to tell me now.”

“I’m fine,” you replied firmly, though the pain rolling through your body told a different story.

Before Callie could argue, the door burst open, and Mark Sloan stormed in, quickly letting the nurse gown him before he came to your side.

“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded, eyes darting from your swollen belly to the blood-streaked patient on the table. “Addison is going to kill me if she finds out you’re in here doing this.”

“Then don’t tell her,” you said, not looking up from your work. “I’m the only one preventing this patient from bleeding out.”

Mark groaned, running a hand through his hair. “This is insane. You’re literally eight months pregnant. You shouldn’t even be in the ER, let alone elbow-deep in someone’s chest.”

“Mark,” you said through gritted teeth, “I paged you to assist in saving a life, so either shut up and assist or get out of my OR.”

———a few moments later———

Callie stood across from you and Mark next to you being your extra set of hands, after a particularly strong contraction he whispered in you ear, "you okay, we don't need another scare."

"I know, I know..." you whispered back, before returning to the task at hand. 15 more minutes went by, this time you carefully leaned back a wince on your face.

"Y/N, we okay over there?" Callie asked as you readjusted.

"I think so." you shifted around.

"Look if you need to tap out..." Mark started.

"Mark..." you looked at him with your intimidating 'don't start' look, before shifting uncomfortably again.

Callie glanced at Mark, then back at you. Her lips tightened. She had been silently counting the intervals between the grimaces that crossed your face. Finally, she broke.

“You’re in labor,” she said flatly.

Your hands paused for a fraction of a second before resuming. “I am not.”

Mark’s head whipped around. “You’re what?” He hissed.

“She’s in labor,” Callie repeated, her tone almost bored and dripping with her signature sass. “And she’s being stubborn as hell.”

“I’m not in labor!” you snapped, though the next contraction almost knocked the breath out of you. You gripped the surgical tools tighter, focusing on the artery beneath your fingertips.

"Y/N." she said sternly, a stare-down happening as you were both stubborn.

“That’s it,” Mark stepped back and move for his pager. “I’m paging Addison.”

“Don’t you dare!” you growled.

“Fine,” Callie said, her gaze narrowing. “Then I’m paging Arizona.”

You groaned, your eyes flicked up to the gallery of oblivious spectators before going back to Callie’s "Okay, page Arizona... but don't cause a scene..."

She slowly nodded in response, "Can someone page my wife please." Callie said, a nurse quickly going to page Arizona, minutes later she walked in.

"You paged?" she asked, her gaze flicking between you and Callie.

"Yea," she said and motioned to you. Arizona stepped in next to you, "Y/N, you okay?" she said gently, watching the glance exchange between you and Callie.

“She’s in labor,” Callie said.

“I’m not—”

Arizona stepped closer, her hands ghosting over your rounded belly. She didn’t need an ultrasound to confirm; the tell tale signs of your uterus contracting under her palms told her everything she needed to know.

“You’re in labor,” Arizona said softly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

“Great, now everyone’s ganging up on me,” you muttered.

“(Y/N), you need to leave the OR,” Arizona urged. “You’re risking your health and the baby’s.”

“If I move an inch,” you said sharply, “this artery will tear, and this patient will bleed out... we have a lot riding on this surgery and they're all up in that room watching."

Another contraction hit, and your breath caught. Mark stepped in front of you, shielding your pained expression from the gallery where Dr. Webber and a group of investors were watching.

"Okay so we have two options, you leave and let someone else take over..."

"nope."

"Or I can discreetly hook you up to some monitors and monitor baby from right here next to you, but once your contractions get to close I'm pulling you."

Callie spoke up agreeing with Arizona. “Page Bailey and Kepner to scrub in. Arizona, you’re getting her out of here the second they arrive.”

“I’m not leaving,” you protested, though your voice wavered.

“Yes, you are,” Arizona said firmly. She met your eyes, her expression softening. “You’ve done enough. Let us handle it now.”

you looked between her and Callie your resolve finally giving in, "Okay, whatever we have to do, just don't let them see and do not page my wife just yet." you said leaning your head to point at the others in the gallery.

Arizona quickly devised a plan, Webber distracted the investors with a quick tour of the other galleries, before a few intrigued returned, Arizona quickly attached monitors to your belly allowing her to discreetly monitor the baby and your contractions. Mark stood shielding your occasionally distressed form from peering eyes, Callie covering by having the nurses rotate to distract.

20 minutes later and your contractions were drawing closer, Arizona sat behind a monitor with Ben as he monitored the anesthesia, she carefully watched the monitors whispering soft encouragement as you fought through the contractions. Minutes later the investors exited to continue their tours and Callie paged Bailey who quickly rushed to the rescue, repairing the damage so you could pull your hand out, Arizona came to your side unhooking the monitors and following you out of the room.

you entered the scrub room your hand shot out, grasping the edge of the sink as you doubled over slightly, the sharp pain momentarily stealing your breath. Arizona was at your side in an instant, one hand firm on your lower back, the other coming to rest protectively over the curve of your belly.

“Breathe,” she said gently but firmly, her tone the picture of calm. “In through your nose, out through your mouth. Come on, you know the drill.”

You focused on her voice, grounding yourself as you exhaled slowly, the contraction ebbing like a receding tide. Just as you straightened, you felt it—a sudden warmth, unmistakable and unstoppable, pooling down your legs and soaking into your scrubs.

You froze.

“Arizona…” you started, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I see it,” she said quickly, already assessing the situation. Her gaze dropped to the dark stain spreading across your thighs, soaking your navy blue scrubs. “Your water just broke.”

“Shit…”

"Okay mama, I think it's time to go," Arizona said rubbing her hand firmly into your back to try and relieve the clenched muscles.

“that might be best," you trailed.

She caught your arm before you could take another step. “We need to get you to a delivery room. Now.”

"Okay let's do this, and please, page my wife."

"Let's get you out of here first." she said guiding you out of the door.

“No wheelchair…” you said straightening and shaking your head.

“You can’t be serious right now?” She asked looking at you like you were being delusional.

“If I can still walk I will walk, no way I’m losing any dignity by being wheeled around and alerting the whole hospital.” You said sternly.

“God you’re stubborn…” she muttered, “Fine,” she relented, “but we’re moving, and I’m not letting go of you for one second.”

True to her word, she kept a steadying hand on your elbow as she guided you discreetly through the halls. By the time you reached the delivery room, your scrubs felt heavy and uncomfortable, and the tightening in your belly was coming faster.

--- time jump---

Once inside, Arizona helped you onto the bed, but you were up again moments later, pacing the room with stubborn determination.

“I could’ve finished that surgery,” you muttered under your breath, wincing as another contraction hit.

Arizona chuckled as she snapped on gloves to check your dilation. “Not a chance. Your water broke, and you’re definitely in labor. There was no way you were going to last another minute in that OR, and you know it.”

You rolled your eyes but could suppress your smirk, “I was saving a life.”

“And now you’re saving two lives,” Arizona counted with a grin gesturing to you and your baby bump as you groaned.

Time blurred as you labored, the room dimly lit, the hum of the monitors blending with the sound of your breathing. You leaned against the bed, trying to find relief, you heard the door latch engage and swing open stark white light flooding the dimly lit room, outlining an unmistakable silhouette that you knew well, your wide: Addison Forbes-Montgomery.

Her strawberry-blonde hair framed her face, her striking features shadowed but no less piercing. Her eyes raked over you, taking in the curve of your swollen belly, the sweat on your brow, the strength in your posture despite the pain contorting your face. Her expression was a complicated mixture of relief, pride, and exasperation.

“Addison,” you breathed, extending a hand toward her. She quickly made her way to your side, the door clicking closed behind her, returning the room to its soothing calmness.

"Y/N Forbes-Montgomery, I cannot believe you."

"what did I do?" you softly whispered.

"Eight months pregnant and jumping on a gurney to perform a trauma surgery? Operating while in labor? Are you insane?"

"so you heard about that," you chuckled, "whoo..." you left out a small breath as another contraction started.

"Of course I heard about it, I'm your wife, someone's got to watch out for you."

You grimaced, both from her scolding and another contraction. “I was saving a life.”

“You could’ve endangered two,” she snapped, though her tone softened almost immediately as she saw the flicker of fear in your eyes.

“Hey,” she murmured, her free hand coming to rest on your cheek.

Tears burned in your eyes as you confessed, “Addie I’m scared… it’s to early, what if something goes wrong?”

“It’s okay. You’re okay. The baby’s okay, it’s not too early. We’ve got this. You’re strong, and our baby is strong.” She leaned in, pressing a kiss to your damp forehead. “I’ve never been prouder of you.”

The delivery room fell into a peaceful quiet, save for the sound of your breathing and the rhythmic beeping of the monitors. Addison stayed close, sitting on the edge of your bed with one hand clasped over yours and the other resting gently on your knee.

She smiled softly, her strawberry-blonde hair falling loose around her face as she leaned in.

“So…about your little gurney stunt,” she said, her voice tinged with amusement.

You huffed, a flicker of a smile tugging at your lips despite the building pressure in your abdomen. “It wasn’t a stunt. It was a save,” you shot back.

Addison chuckled, shaking her head. “A save, huh? Eight months pregnant, elbow-deep in someone’s chest cavity, mid-contraction. Honestly, I expect nothing less from the badass trauma surgeon I married.”

You smirked through a groan as another contraction began to build. “You knew what you signed up for, Dr. Montgomery.”

Her laughter softened as she reached out, her fingers brushing over your jawline before gently lifting your chin.

“Yeah,” she said softly, her gaze locking with yours, “but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t scared.”

Her blue eyes searched yours, and her voice wavered slightly as she continued. “Hearing you jumped on that gurney and then finding out you were in labor—” She paused, swallowing hard. “You’re incredible, but I don’t ever want to feel that kind of fear again.”

“I’m sorry,” you said a tear of frustration and exhaustion slipping down your cheek, “I can’t live with it if something happens to our baby.”

“Nothing is going to happen,” she said reaching up and brushing away your tears with her thumb, “you’ve got me, Arizona, Callie and everyone here, no one is going to let anything happen to you or this baby. I promise.”

She smiled softly at you as you grimaced through another intense contraction, your eyes closed and head falling back. After a few moments you looked back up at her nodding slowly before taking in a shaky breath, “Can you check me?”

“What?” Addison blinked pulling back slightly.

“Check me,” you repeated, your green eyes meeting hers. “I need you to. I need to know. Please.”

“Sweetheart, I’m your wife, not your doctor—”

“Addison, please.”

Her resolve wavered as she looked at you, the vulnerability in your expression breaking down her hesitation. “Okay,” she said softly, standing to grab gloves from the nearby tray.

You shifted, turning to face her as she knelt in front of you. “Tell me if it’s too uncomfortable,” she murmured, her tone now purely professional but still tinged with concern.

You nodded, gripping the sheets tightly as she carefully checked your dilation. A moment later, her eyes flicked up to meet yours, “You’re at eight centimeters.”

You groaned in frustration as the door swung open, and Arizona and Callie stepped in. Arizona immediately crossed to the monitors, her keen eyes scanning the data, while Callie leaned against the wall with a casual grin.

“How’s she doing?” Arizona asked, her gaze darting between you and Addison.

“She’s at eight centimeters,” Addison replied, pulling off her gloves.

Arizona raised an eyebrow. “She was already at seven when I checked earlier. This baby is not waiting.”

Addison shot you a look, her protective instincts kicking in. “You’ve been in transition this whole time?”

You groaned as another contraction surged through you, muttering through gritted teeth, “Feels like it.”

As the contraction passed, you leaned back against the bed, catching your breath. “How’s the patient from earlier?” you asked, your voice still slightly strained.

Callie grinned, pushing off the wall to step closer. “Alive, thanks to you. After you left, Bailey and Kepner finished closing her up and got her to the ICU. I figured I’d leave them to it so I could come check on you.”

“Nice to see my little stunt paid off…” you smirked tiredly glancing at a playfully scowling Addison.

“I am still not happy with you, Y/N Montgomery,” she glared at you, “and don’t you go encouraging her heroics,” Addison turned to look at Callie who threw her hands up in mock defense.

”Don’t worry, I told her she was being stubborn and insane… but less focusing on that and more focusing on you getting that baby out.”

“Easier said than done.” you muttered, gripping Addison’s hand tightly as another contraction took over.

The contraction hit like a freight train, and this time, it felt like your body was taking over entirely. Your grip on Addison’s hand tightened, your knuckles white as you gasped for breath. The pain was blinding, and your legs trembled beneath the strain.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Addison coached, her voice firm but calm.

“I am breathing!” you snapped through gritted teeth, though your words lacked bite as another groan escaped you.

Callie smirked from the side of the room, arms crossed. “Still snarky. That’s a good sign.”

“Callie,” Addison warned, her voice sharp, though she couldn’t hide her smirk.

When the contraction finally ebbed, you sagged back against the bed, your head tilting to meet Addison’s gaze. “This sucks,” you muttered, as she wiped at the sweaty hair sticking to your forehead.

Arizona stepped forward, a reassuring presence as she gently touched your arm. “It does. But you’re handling it like a champ.”

“I don’t feel like a champ,” you groaned,.“I feel like I’m being ripped in half.”

Addison, pressed a kiss to your temple, “You’re strong,” she said quietly. “And you’re so close. You’ve been through worse than this.”

You scoffed, managing a small laugh through the pain. “Yeah, but none of those involved pushing out a whole person.”

Before anyone could respond, another contraction ripped through you, this one stronger than the last. Your body tensed, and a sharp cry escaped your lips. Addison immediately leaned closer, her hands steady on yours as she helped you focus on her voice.

“Breathe in,” she guided. “And out. That’s it. Stay with me, sweetheart.”

When the wave finally passed, your head fell back against the bed, tears streaking your cheeks.

Arizona’s voice broke through the moment. “Okay, I think we’re getting there. How are you feeling?”

You groaned. “Like I’m ready to be done.”

“Well,” Arizona stepped closer to check your progress, her brow furrowing as she examined you. “You’re at nine and a half centimeters,” she announced. “Almost there.”

“This feels never ending,” you groaned. “God will it ever end… and I swear to God if anyone says anything, or if I hear about any betting pools that Mark started, I will murder someone.”

Addison’s eyes softened as she looked at you, her thumb brushing across your knuckles. “Let’s just focus on one thing at a time. Right now, all we’re worried about is meeting our baby.”

You nodded, the tears pooling in your eyes again as you whispered, “I just want her to be okay.”

“She will be,” Addison said, her voice steady and sure. “We’re going to meet her, and she’s going to be perfect.”

———time jump———

The room feels both chaotic and silent, the air thick with anticipation as you pace back and forth, your hands pressing against your lower back in frustration. Every contraction feels like it’s pulling you apart, but you refuse to give in to the demands of your body—or to the suggestions of everyone else in the room.

“Would you please sit down or lay down?” Arizona finally pleads, standing off to the side with Callie.

You shoot her a glare, your lips curling into a snarky retort. “Sure, Robbins. I’ll lay down the second you deliver this baby for me. Oh wait, you can’t.”

Callie snorts, trying to hide her laugh behind her hand. Addison, standing a few feet away with her arms crossed, watches you carefully, her concerned gaze trailing your every move.

“Pacing helps,” you snap again, preempting their protests. “And don’t tell me to breathe—I am breathing, thank you very much. Breathing doesn’t make this baby come out any faster.”

Arizona, leaning casually against the counter, smirks. “It might not make her come out faster, but it’ll keep you from passing out.”

“I’m a world class trauma surgeon, I can a few simple breathing techniques.”

Arizona throws her hands up in surrender while Callie whispers to Addison, “She’s terrifying when she’s in labor.”

“I heard that,” you mutter, rolling your eyes as you stop in your tracks, gripping the back of the bed as another contraction ripples through you.

“You’re almost there,” Addison murmurs softly, stepping closer to you.

“Almost where? The fiery pits of hell? Because that’s exactly what this feels like.” You huff, glaring at her even as you lean into her steadying touch. Addison chuckles softly as you lean into her, wrapping her arms around you as your head falls against her shoulder and you sway gently. “You’re snarky when you’re in pain.”

“Oh, you noticed?” you snap, shooting her a look. “Tell you what, next time you can be the one hauling around an entire human being in your body while everyone insists on telling you what to do.”

Addison raises an eyebrow but doesn’t respond, her eyes filled with love and amusement despite your tone.

Before anyone can respond, you swaying comes to an abrupt halt, one of your hands leaves your bump to grasp Addison arm as a wave of intense pressure washes over you. Your forehead falls against her neck, your breathing uneven.

“It’s time, I need to push,” your voice breaking, the weight of the statement hanging in the air.

Addison’s arms wrap around you instantly, her voice soft but steady. “Okay, sweetheart. Let’s see where you’re at.”

Arizona quickly steps forward, gently guiding Addison aside for a moment to check your dilation. After a few seconds, she looks up with a small, reassuring smile. “You’re at 10 centimeters. It’s time.”

You let out a shaky sigh, muttering, “Thank God,” before groaning at the intensity of another contraction.

Addison chuckles, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’ve got this, love. Let’s get you to the bed so we can meet our little girl.”

Reluctantly, you let Addison guide you back to the bed, every movement careful and deliberate as the pressure builds. As Callie returns with two nurses, you let out a small sigh of relief seeing familiar faces. The familiar faces are a relief, their calm demeanor giving you some semblance of control as they set up around you.

Addison leans you forward to crawl in the bed behind you, she leaned you back into her a leg on either side supporting you as you held onto her knee, your other hand in hers, her spare hand wiped sweaty hair from your forehead as you leaned your temple against her face.

Arizona takes her position at the foot of the bed, her hands steady and her demeanor calm. “Alright on this next contraction I want you to push, okay?”

The next contraction tears through you, and you cry out, gripping Addison’s hand as you bear down. “It hurts—it burns!” you yell, tears stinging your eyes.

Addison nods, her lips pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I know, sweetheart. That’s the ring of fire. You’re so close. You’re doing amazing.”

Arizona’s voice cuts through the haze of pain. “The baby’s crowning. Just a few more pushes, and we’ll see her head.”

You cry out, the effort and the pain almost too much, but Addison’s voice grounds you. “You’re so strong. You’re a badass, remember? You’ve got this.”

Callie glances down instinctively, her curiosity getting the better of her, and you catch her out of the corner of your eye.

“Callie!” you snap, through clenched teeth. “You’re my best friend, you’ve seen me drunk, you’ve seen me half naked but You’re not supposed to see my baby’s head between my legs!”

Callie holds her hands up in mock surrender, her face breaking into a grin despite your glare. “Hey, I was just checking the progress! It’s impressive!”

Addison stifles a laugh, squeezing your hand as you bear down again. Arizona’s calm voice fills the room. “The head’s out! One more big push, and we’ll have the shoulders.”

"Addie I don't know if I can do this, I'm so tired."

"Darling you are so close, just one more… one more, let’s meet our baby girl."

"Addison..." you whimpered, before gritting your teeth together to start pushing.

You groan, tears streaming down your face as you muster every ounce of strength left in your body. Finally, Arizona’s voice rings out. “The shoulders are out!”

Then after a few pushes, whispered curses and lots of different emotions, the sound you’ve been waiting for—your baby’s first cry, loud and strong, fills the room, you hold a beautiful baby girl against your chest, she already has a full head of reddish hair, her eyes blue with just the slightest tint of green coming through them.

“You did so good mama, I’m so proud of you.” Addison said, watching you as you held your daughter.

“She’s gorgeous…” you whispered, taking in the lovestruck feeling.

“Just like her mommy’s.” Arizona said coming in to check on you one last time, a bright smile pulling across her face, Callie followed behind to check on you.

“Mm..” you chuckled, “thank you Arizona, for taking care of our girl.”

“Oh you know I would do anything for you, both of you.”

“Well next time a little heads up would be nice, and next time no operating rooms that close to the due date.”

“But…” you whined out, “and who said about next time?”

“Oh y'all make gorgeous and brilliant babies there will definitely be a next time.”

“gorgeous and brilliant, you hear that little one…” you whispered softly down to you baby as she cooed back up at you.

“I’d say if we’re not careful we’re gonna have a world class surgeon on our hands.” Addison beamed down with a smile before kissing your lips.

“Mm knowing y’all’s brains, you’re gonna have genius babies…” Callie said and you all laughed together as they exited to give you the room.

"Hmm are you gonna be a little genius baby?" you cooed down at the infant in your arms, before smiling back up at Addison, she was in awe and placed a loving kiss to your lips.

"So long as they aren't as daring as their mother..."

"Oh hush, it keeps you guessing..." you said teasing back.

"Something like that" she smiled down at you

[sunlightgalaxy]

GREY'S ANATOMY OUT OF CONTEXT (I)

[ynscrazylife]

Can i request a greys anat. fic? Where addison is newley devorced from derek and is falling head over heals for intern reader and gets v teased for it by mark, derek and callie? (I am only on s3 of greys anatomy and i love it sm!)

Addison Getting Teased for Liking an Intern | Blurb

It definitely took some time after the divorce for the awkwardness around Addison, Derek, and Mark to go away and it was difficult for all three of time. After some long and hard conversations, Addison and Derek came to the mutual agreement that their divorce was for the best and began to sort things out between themselves and with Mark (both individually and together).

Their past was still a bit of a touchy subject but they were getting there, which is why it came as a surprise when Mark noticed Addison and Callie standing together and made a comment. “Wow, I haven’t seen Addison look at someone like that since she met Derek in med school,” he joked.

Derek, who had been standing with Mark, and Callie both followed Addison’s line of sight, only to see the new intern who the hospital had been gossiping about talking to Meredith by the stairs.

“Oooooh,” Callie teased, nudging her friend playfully with her elbow as Addison’s face immediately went the same shade as her hair.

She straightened her posture and made a show of rolling her eyes. “Don’t be dramatic, I wasn’t giving her any type of look,” she insisted.

“You were practically drooling,” Derek chimed in, teasing good-naturally with a smug look on his face. Maybe he was being a bit dramatic now.

Addison scoffed, though it wasn’t very convincing. “It’s nothing! She’s—she’s . . .” There were no words for her to say to escape from this.

“You’re head over heels, oh my god!” Callie exclaimed excitedly, even clapping her hands.

Addison’s face got redder by the moment. Mark opened his mouth to add something snarky in, when he stopped at the sight of you, the intern, walking over. “Doctor Montgomery!” You said cheerfully, wearing a bright and contagious smile.

Mark and Derek had to stifle snickers at how quickly Addison turned around. “Y-yes?” She said, straightening her coat.

“Would you mind if I discuss a patient with you? I just had some questions about the chart,” you said, holding the clipboard out to her.

Not trusting herself to speak, Addison only nodded with a small “mhm!”.

You pinched your eyebrows. “Yes, you do mind?” You asked, a little dejected.

Addison’s eyes went wide but Callie quickly swooped in to save the day. “She doesn’t mind! She has all the time in the world,” the resident said, practically pushing Addison towards you. You looked confused, but went with it.

As Addison walked away with you, she glanced over her shoulder to see the three doctors wearing shit-eating grins. Derek gave her a thumbs up, Mark was making a kissy face, and Callie was mouthing at her telling her to make a move. She gave them one fierce glare that only she could before turning back to you and refocusing her attention.

[woods2006gal]

Chapter 14 - Trial and Error

Sam leans against the door frame as he looks around the bedroom that Dean had finished decorating. Shot guns hung on the walls next to a framed copy Dean and Addison’s very worn marriage certificate. On the desk sat a framed photo of a young Dean and their mother a photo of a younger Dean and Addison on a beach at sunset. “So, Ads, is cool with all the guns on the walls,” he amusedly states.

“This is my room. And Ads has her room,” Dean explains.

Sam raises an eyebrow. “Does Ads know that you two have separate rooms?”

"Look, I love Ads. I do. But she snores like a fucking freight train. And it’s always right in my ear,” Dean replies and Sam chuckles. "And she's a slob. She just throws shit all over the place. So, I have my space and she’ll have her space.” He sits on the bed and lovingly pats it. “Memory foam. It remembers me.”

Sam smirks. “Ads already has all her stuff in here.”

“Yes, she does. Don’t say it.”

Sam laughs. “About you being whipped?”

“Shut up.”

“Where is Mrs. Winchester anyway,” Sam asks, popping a piece of gum in his mouth.

Dean shrugs. “I stopped listening after she said tampons. My room is clean too. There’s no funky smell. There’s no creepy motel stains.” Sam tosses the gum wrapper towards the trashcan, but it misses. Dean shoots him an annoyed look. “Really?”

Sam holds up his hands. “Sorry.”

Dean shakes his head. “I’m gonna go fix us some grub,” he mutters, then walks out of the room. Sam doesn’t fight to keep the smile off his face as he moves to pick up the wrapper. 

“Where’s Dean,” Addison asks, walking into the bedroom. She drops her bag on the bed and looks around the room. She clearly wasn’t the biggest fan of how the room was decorated.

Sam laughs. “You hate it.”

Addison shifts. “It’s not really my taste. But…it makes Dean happy. So, I’ll deal with it.” She bites her lip. “What do you think?”

“It makes Dean happy.”

“No. About the spell. The one that would give me powers like Sarah’s. Dean has made it very clear. He doesn’t want me to do it.”

Sam stares at her. “Ads, why do you want to do the spell?”

“I think it would come in handy. The whole healing ability. And being able to pop in and out of places super easily. I just…I think it would come in handy,” Addison softly explains, shrugging. 

“I think you’ve already made up your mind about doing the spell, Ads. In fact, I think you’ve had your mind made up since you first heard about it. Before you got stuck in Purgatory with Dean,” Sam replies.

“I remember when I first told you about it you said it was a bad idea.”

“I think if we’re able to close the gates of hell, then there’s no reason for you to do the spell,” Sam says, then walks away, leaving her alone in the hallway.

~*~

Addison is sitting at one of the tables in the library while Sam was sitting at a different table. She was searching through the Letter’s books, looking to see what they knew of the Last Descendent. Given that Henry mentioned it, she figured that they knew something. She just hadn’t found anything yet. “What are you two reading,” Dean questions, walking into the bunker with a tray. Three plates of hamburgers were sitting on it. 

“Sort of, uh, everything,” Sam answers.

Dean sets the tray down on the table that Addison was sitting at before grabbing a plate and setting down on Sam’s table. “Oh, good. Somebody’s gonna have to dig through all this and it Ian’t gonna be me,” he replies. 

Addison pushes the book she was reading forward and grabs one of the plates. “You made these,” she asks, looking at the extremely well made burger.

“We have a real kitchen now,” Dean says, sitting down next to her. “And you’re not allowed in there after that disaster you called an apple pie.”

Addison shifts. “It was my first time,” she weakly defends. 

“C for effort,” Dean tells her as Sam takes a bite of the burger. He smirks. “Huh? Yeah.”

Sam nods. “Wow,” he says with a mouthful of burger.

“You’re welcome.”

Addison pushes her plate forward. She wasn’t exactly in the mood to eat. Dean picks up his burger, ready to take a bite when his phone rings. He lets out a frustrated sigh and sets it down. He pulls out his phone. “Yo,” he greets.

“Dean,” Kevin breathes. “Come quick.”

Dean frowns. “What? Kevin? Kevin?”

“Is Kevin okay,” Addison questions, concerned.

Dean shoves his phone into his pocket. “Guess,” he says, standing up. He grabs his plate and walks out of the library. Sam and Addison exchange a look before getting up and following after him. Sam runs back into the library and grabs his plate.

~*~

“Wow,” Dean says. “You look like hammered crap.”

The three hunters were standing in front of Kevin, who looked exhausted and horrible. He was currently nursing a bloody nose. They had found the prophet puking his guts out. Addison smacks the back of her hand against Dean’s chest. “Kevin, have you been sleeping,” she asks, concerned.

“Not really,” Kevin answers.

“Eating?”

“Hot dogs, mostly.”

“Sure, yeah,” Dean replies, nodding. “Breakfast of champions. Look, I’m gonna feel dirty saying this, but you might want a salad and a shower.”

“I know and I’ve been getting bad headaches and nosebleeds, and I think maybe I had a small stroke. But it was worth it.”

Sam frowns. “What was worth it?”

“I figured out how to close the Gates of Hell,” Kevin proudly tells them.

“You…” Dean grins. Sam and Kevin chuckle. Addison softly smiles. “Come here, you smelly son of a bitch.” Dean walks over and pulls Kevin into a hug, lifting him off the ground.

“Okay, okay,” Sam says. “So, what does this mean? What are we looking at?”

“It’s a spell,” Kevin explains. 

Dean nods. “Ands?”

“And it’s just a few words of Enochian, but…” Kevin pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to Dean.

“Oh, here we go,” Dean excitedly says.

“The spell has to be spoken after you finish each of the three trials.”

Sam frowns. “Trials like, uh, like Law & Order?”

“More like Hercules. The tablet says ‘whosoever choose to undertake these tasks should far nor danger, nor death, not…’ A word I think means getting your spine ripped out though your mouth for all eternity.”

“Sounds like fun,” Addison mutters.

“Basically, God built a series of tests, and when you’ve done all three, you can slam the gates.”

“So, what, God wants us to take the SATs,” Sam questions.

Kevin shrugs. “I-I guess. Uh, he works in mysterious ways.”

Dean snorts. “Yeah, mysterious, douche-y ways. All right. Where do we start?”

“I’ve only been able to crack one of the tests so far and it’s gross. You’ve got to kill a hound of hell and bathe in its blood.”

“Awesome.”

Addison raises an eyebrow. “Awesome?”

“Yeah. Hey, if this means icing all demons, I got no problem gutting some devil dog and letting Calgon take me away.”

“Where are you gonna find one,” Kevin questions.

“Well, Hellhounds like to collect on crossroads deals. So we all got to do is track down some loser who signed over his special sauce ten years ago, get between him and Clifford the big dead dog. Easy.”

“Doesn’t sound easy.”

“It’s not,” Sam clarifies.

“Look, you and Ads get on the net. See what you can dig up. I’m gonna go for a supply run because we need roofer dust, and the kid needs to eat something that’s not ground up hooves and pigs anuses. Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” Dean replies before leaving the houseboat.

~*~

Sam glances behind him. Kevin was still cleaning up as the bedroom door was closed. Addison had been unusually quiet since Dean had left. She had been staring at her laptop, but not actually doing anything. “Ads, you okay,” Sam quietly questions.

Addison shifts. “Was the pie I made really that bad?”

“I thought it was fine,” Sam tells her. “You know Dean. He’s obsessed with pie. If it’s not perfect then he’s not happy with it.”

“True.”

“Okay, I feel a lot better,” Kevin says, opening the door and walking out of the bedroom.

Addison exchanges a knowing look with Sam. They were both concerned for Kevin. “Kevin, you need to slow down,” she tells him.

Kevin stares at her. “What?”

“Get some rest. Play some video games. Go outside. Jerk off. Just take a day off.”

“No. You guys said nuking hell…that’s how I get out. That’s how I go home.”

“Right, it is,” Sam agrees. “But you can’t live like this.”

“You think I want to,” Kevin snaps. “I hate it here. I can’t leave because every demon on the planet wants to peel my face off. I can’t talk to anyone except you guys or Garth, when he swings by, or my mom. Right? And when she calls, all she does is cry. I just…I need this to be over.”

“We know. We do. But trust me on this…this whole ‘saving the world thing’…it’s a marathon, not a sprint. You got to take better care of yourself.”

The front door of the houseboat opens and Dean walks in with a plastic bag. “Hey. Did you know that there are, like, six thousand kinds of tomatoes,” he asks, putting the plastic bag on the table. “Did you find anything?”

“Yeah, demon signs. Ten years ago, all centered on Shoshone, Idaho.”

“Okay, well, big time mojo means a big time freak. So, anybody have a horseshoe shoved up his ass?”

Sam chuckles. “That’s one way of putting it,” he replies, turning his laptop around. “Meet the Cassitys, small time farmers who struck oil on their land in February of ’05, which is weird because geological surveys—”

“Yeah, you had me at weird. All right. We think deal?”

“Best lead we’ve got.”

“Well, let’s go visit the Beverly Hillbillies,” Dean says. Sam and Addison begin packing up their stuff. Dean turns to Kevin. “You stay here, work on step number two, and, uh, if you come across anything about Hellhounds, drop a dime, okay? Cause between the-the claws and the teeth and the whole invisibility thing, those bitches can be…real bitches.” He reaches into the bag and pulls out two large pill bottles. “I got you a present. The, uh, blue ones are for the headaches, the greens are for pep.” He hands Kevin the bottles and pats his shoulder. “Don’t O.D.”

“Thanks,” Kevin replies, confused.

Addison shoots Kevin a small smile before heading towards the door with Dean and Sam. “Is that the best idea,” she quietly asks Dean.

“Babe, we are on the one yard line. It is time to play through the pain,” Dean whispers back as they walk out of the house boat.

~*~

Addison lets out a low whistle as the Impala drives onto the expansive ground of Cassity Farms. The lawns were manicured. The house was gigantic. “All right, key an eye out. Anybody with a Hellhound on their ass is gonna be showing signs. Hallucinating, freaking out. The usual,” Dean reminds them as he parks the Imapal.

“And if we find someone,” Sam questions.

“You get ‘em clear.” Dean picks up the demon killing knife off the seat next to him. “I spike fido. The crowd goes wild.” They climb out of the Impala and look around. A pair of legs was sticking out from under a tractor and they walks towards them. “Hey, pal, who runs this joint?”

The legs slide out and a woman stands up. “You’re looking at her,” a attractive Hispanic woman tells them.

“You own the ranch,” Sam disbelievingly asks.

“Nope. Just manage the property. You guys here about the job?”

Dean grins. “How’d you guess?”

“We get our share of drifters,” she explains. Dean nods. “Ever worked a farm before?”

“Definitely,” Dean lies.

“We’re quick learners,” Sam adds.

“Ellie.” They turn to see a man walking over to them. “Who we got here?”

“I’m Dean,” Dean introduces. He motions to Sam and Addison. “This is Sam and Addison.”

“Oh. Carl Granville. A pleasure,” Carl replies, shaking their hands.

“Nice to meet you,” Addison says, smiling. “So, you’re not a Cassity?”

“No, my wife is. Her and her family own the place. I’m just one those, uh, what you call ‘em,” Carl amusedly asks, patting his slightly overweight belly. “Trophy husbands.” He laughs before turning to Ellie. “So, we, uh, hiring these folks?”

“Not sure yet,” Ellie answers, looking them over.

“Oh, come on. They seem like swell folks.”

The trio smiles. “Well, he’s right. We’re swell,” Dean tells them.

~*~

Addison wrinkles her nose as she places a scoop of horse manure in a wheel barrow. A horse whinnies and she smiles. She sets the shovel down and runs a hand over to the horse’s snout. “Crap. She literally mean crap,” Dean mutters, throwing a shovel of horse manure in the wheelbarrow. Addison shoots him a smile as she continues petting the horse. Dean glares. “I hate you.”

“Me or the horse,” Addison amusedly questions.

“The horse,” Dean tells her. “But after that abomination you called a pie.”

Sam shoots Dean an annoyed look as a hurt look flashes over Addison’s face. “I don’t care,” a voice proclaims and the hunters turn to see a woman walking into the barn with Ellie. “Do I look like a hippie?”

“Organic food is better for the cattle,” Ellie argues.

“My land, my animals, my money, my way,” the woman snaps. “End of story.”

Ellie sighs as the woman walks out of the barn. “She’s a real piece of work, huh,” Dean comments.

“Alice Cassity’s a piece of something, all right. But what are we gonna do? She’s  the boss,” Ellie replies.

Dean shrugs. “Drink?”

Ellie shakes her head and walks away. “So, what are we thinking,” Sam asks, looking between the two of them. 

“What? Deal wise? Well, Ellie’s the help, so that rules her out,” Dean replies. 

“And Carl doesn’t really seem like the sell your soul type,” Sam says.

Addison frowns. “I don’t know. Carl seems like a dude off a sitcom who shouldn’t be married to his wife but he is. I mean, maybe he sold his soul for her.” Dean rolls his eyes. He clearly didn’t agree with Addison. 

“Alice,” Sam suggests. Dean nods in agreement with his brother. “Should we talk to her?”

“Why,” Dean asks. “So she can lie to us and then call the cops? No. No, we’re gonna have to go stalker on this one, Sammy.”

~*~

Addison bites her lip as she walks into the barn. Her intuition about Carl had turned about to be true when the hellhound went after him. She stops upon noticing Alice was brushing one of the horses. For a woman who had just lost her husband in a brutal way, Alice was very calm. “Are you okay, Mrs. Cassity,” she asks, walking up to the woman.

“Fine,” Alice emotionlessly answers.

Addison raises an eyebrow. “Are-are you sure?”

“I really am. And..I know I shouldn’t be because I loved Carl…I think. I just can’t remember why.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…Carl grew up around here. We went to school together and he was always mooning over me. But I never…I used to make fun of him,” Alice tells her.

“Oh. So, when…when did you two get together? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Valentine’s day, 2005. I was at this party. Carl was there and it was like I was seeing him for the first time. You know, suddenly he was cute and smart and funny. It was magic. Carl and I were happy for ten years. Now he’s dead and I’m not sad or angry. I’m just…fine.”

Addison sadly smiles at Alice. “Let us know if you need anything, Mrs. Cassity,” she tells the woman, then walks off. She walks into the room they had been given as Dean and Sam were arguing. “Turns out I was right.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “About what?”

“Carl sold his soul for Alice,” Addison proudly tells them.

“His wife?”

“Yep. He was in love with her. She barely noticed him. And making a deal, she suddenly sees him at a party. Then he’s dead and she acts like she didn’t know him. After being with someone for ten years, you should know them pretty well.”

“You think our demon signed up more than one schmuck while he was in town,” Dean questions.

“Would be the first time,” Sam points out. “Look, Dean, this family’s rich because someone book a one way ticket downstairs. And as of tomorrow, they’re all gonna be right here.”

“And you two want to scope ‘em out?”

“I want to kill a Hellhound and not die,” Sam argues. “How about you?”

“Two days,” Dean tells them. “Then we do it my way.”

Dean walks out of the room. “What does he mean do it his way,” Addison questions Sam. He shakes his head and Addison can’t help but wonder what exactly they were arguing about.

~*~

Addison lets out an annoyed breath. She had gotten stuck with washing the dishes. Dean had taken to manning the grill while Sam was left to serve the Cassitys. Through hear the family talk from where she was in the kitchen, Addison was more than happy to be on dishwasher duty. “Are they always like this,” Sam asks, walking back into the kitchen. Ellie was standing at the island, preparing dessert.

“More or less,” Ellie replies.

“How can you work here?”

“I love the property, I love the animals, and I tune out the people.”

Addison smiles. “Does it work?”

“Most of the time.”

Sam walks back into the dining room with a newly open bottle of wine. While he’s refilling the wine glasses, he realizes the family is talking about running into Crowley ten years earlier. He finishes pouring the wine and walks back into the kitchen. Ellie had vanished. “I need to talk to you and Dean outside,” he quietly tells Addison before walking out.

Addison grabs a towel and dries her hands off. She walks outside to find Sam and Dean standing by the grill. “Crowley,” Dean asks.

“That’s what they said. Apparently, he swung through town ten years ago, to the day,” Sam tells them.

“So, what, do you think tea and crumpets made these deals and now he’s collecting?”

“Or he just sent his dog. Told it to go fetch. Dude’s king of hell. Grabbing a few souls…that’s got to be below his pay grade.”

“I guess. Any idea who signed the dotted line?”

Sam shakes his head. “I have no clue. It’s brutal in there.”

Dean’s phone rings and he pulls it out. Kevin’s name was on the screen. “Hey, Kev, what’s up,” he asks, putting the phone on speaker.

“Hey, Dean, good news, uh, I think. Kind of,” Kevin tiredly tells them.

“Don’t oversell it.

“Sorry. Um, I found something on the tablet, uh, about Hellhounds. Uh, this mean anything to you. ‘The dire creatures may be seen only by the damned or through an object scorched with holy fire,’” Kevin reads.

“Like holy fire made by holy oil,” Addison questions.

“It’s got to be. We could use a window,” Dean says.

“Glasses might be easier,” Addison suggest.

“I think we’ve still got some Jesus juice left in the trunk. All right, I’ll take care of the, uh, the x-ray specs. You two stay here. Do not let JR and the gang out of your sigh, all right?”

“Right,” Sam agrees. He leans into Dean’s phone. “Hey, Kevin, uh, you did great, man. Get some sleep.”

“Okay,” Kevin agrees. “Than—” Dean hangs up and shoves his phone back into his pocket.

Addison frowns. “What’s going on with Dean,” she asks as she walks back into the house with Sam. 

Sam shrugs. “Dean being Dean,” he suggests, entering the dining room. But she didn’t believe him.

“Oh, look,” Cindy says, holding up her wine glass. She motions to the window. Sam and Addison turn to see Noah and Margot are outside and holding guns. “Daddy’s drunk and armed. Must be Christmas.”

Sam shoves the dishes he had picked up at Addison and runs out of the room. “Fucking great,” Addison mutters, moving into the kitchen.

~*~

Margot, the youngest member of the Cassity family, was dead. Throat ripped out by a hellhound. The remaining members of the family were sitting in the living room. They were all upset. “What was that thing,” Noah demands as the hunters walk in.

“It was a hellhound,” Dean answers. “See, when you sell your soul to a demon, they’re the ones that come and rip it out of you.”

Alice frowns. “Demon?”

“Crowley,” Addison supplies.

“Poncey guy, about yea big,” Dean begins, waving a hand below his hand. “Mountain of dicks. We know he was here ten years ago, making dreams come true. Now, if you didn’t sign, great. That freak out there won’t touch you. But if you did, I need to know, and I need to know now. So, hands up.”

“So, wait. The British guy was a demon, and now there’s a hellhound after us,” Noah asks. “Are you insane?”

“They’re obviously insane,” Cindy comments.

“Don’t play dumb,” Sam argues.

“Yeah, I’m not playing. I didn’t sell my damn soul.”

“Well, somebody did, and the sooner that idiot owns up, the sooner the rest of you can go,” Dean explains. No one moves. “All right, seal ‘em in.”

The hunters get to work on sealing the family in the room. “We’re gonna spread goober dust around the doors, the windows. That will keep the hellhound out for a while,” Sam explains.

“What is that…how long,” Noah questions.

“Long enough for me to stab it in its throat.”

Noah shakes his head. “No way. No way. You can’t do this. You can’t—”

“Yes, I can,” Dean interrupts. “You know to know why? Because it’s what I do. And, buddy, I’m best. See, I gut old yeller out there and maybe, just maybe, you walk away. I don’t. You’re mean. So, sit down, shut up, and put these on.” He holds up a pair of handcuffs.

As they’re getting the room prepared, Addison’s lost in her thoughts. Something weird was going on and she knew it had to do with whatever argument the boys had earlier. She knew it was why Sam was avoiding the topic when she would ask him. After using the bathroom, Addison goes in search for the boys. She finds them near the front door, arguing. She hides around the corner, hoping that neither of them noticed her.

“So, what, you just up and decided it’s gonna be you,” Sam angrily asks.

“I’m a grunt, Sam,” Dean replies. “You’re not. Ads isn’t. You’ve both always been the brains of this operation.”

“Dean—”

“And you told me yourself that you see a way out. You see a light at the end of this ugly ass tunnel. I don’t. But I tell you what I do know. It’s that I’m gonna die with a gun in my hand. Cause that’s what I have waiting for me. That’s all I have waiting for me.”

Addison blinks back the tears and walks down the hallway. She didn’t need to hear anymore. She didn’t want to hear anymore. Dean was once again throwing himself in the line of the fire and not considering her in the process.

~*~

Addison walks into the living room where the Cassity’s were handcuffed to the furniture. They were arguing once again while Sam was keeping watch. She had swung by the kitchen and grabbed the open bottle of wine. “I don’t know why you even think one of us made a deal,” Noah snaps, clearly having an enough.

“Because you fucking struck oil where there was no oil,” Addison says, sitting down in an empty armchair. She takes a swig of wine and ignores the look on Sam’s face. “None of you didn’t think that was weird?”

“Margie,” Alice sadly says. “Margie used to say that-that if we were rich, we’d all be happy.”

Noah scoffs. “Right. We’re the damn Waltons.” He shifts. “I need to take a leak.”

“Hold it,” Sam tells him.

“Yeah, at my age? Not really an option, so either you let me go or get me a bottle.”

Addison quickly chugs the rest of the wine. She stands up and drops the bottle in the older man’s lap. “Use this,” she mutters, then walks out of the room, making sure to carefully step over the gooferdust that was in the doorway.

Sam lets out a frustrated breath. “Ads,” he calls out. Alice takes the opportunity and pulls her hand out of the handcuff before running out of the house. “Shit.”

~*~

Dean frowns as he steps into the bedroom he had claimed for him and Addison in the bunker. Addison was currently shoving all of her clothes in a duffle bag. After Sam successfully killed the hellhound and successfully completed the first trial, they had left the Cassity farm. Addison hadn’t said a word the entire drive back to the bunker. In fact, she had completely ignored Dean. She starts to walk out of the room, but Dean blocks her path. “You gonna talk to me or are you going to keep ignoring me,” he asks.

Addison stares at him. “We’re done,” she angrily says.

Dean frowns. He was taken back. “What?”

“Us. We’re over.” Addison shoves past him and starts to head down the hallway. Dean goes after her. He grabs her arm. She shrugs him off. He grabs her arm once more. She tries shrugging him off once more, but tightens his grip on her. Addison drops her duffle bag and slaps him. It echoes throughout the hallway. 

Dean releases her and she steps back. In all their years of being together, she had never slapped him before. “That make you feel better,” he coldly asks her.

A tear slips down Addison’s cheek. “You said we were going to come home and do this right,” she whispers. “But deciding that you’re going to sacrifice yourself to do the trials and not even talking to me about it isn’t doing it right, Dean. And you know that. I’m just glad that I know now that us being together isn’t enough for you.”

Addison picks up her duffle bag and walks down the hallway to the room she had decided would be hers. She softly closes the door behind her.

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Grey's text posts pt. 3

[slf-cntrl]

ONE OF THE MOST ICONIC SCENES…

there’s just too much going on lol

[sapphicsaurus111]

what if Derek cheated on Addison with Mark and then she went to Seattle to escape him leading her to meet Meredith at Joe’s and them falling in love and having the greatest love story in history??? it would’ve been iconic i fear.

[horsetailcurlers2]

something something everyone addison loves always being more in love with somebody else than they are with her something something her holding on too tight anyway if there’s the slightest chance they want her instead even though she knows better because she spent her whole life begging for scraps of affection and maybe this time somebody will choose her