#i swear people who viciously hate these three characters are the worst kind of people

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Travelin’ Soldier Part 4

Summary: Reader is currently deployed in the army to an undisclosed combat area. She has been deployed for nearly two years. Anxiously awaiting her return is her husband and brother as they film for Supernatural. Letter comes informing the family that she may not be heard from for awhile and soon devastating news comes. In italic bold in the story is lyrics.

Characters: husband!Jensen x Reader, Jared x Reader (Twins), Gen, Shepherd, Thomas and Misha.

Words: 3874

Disclaimer: I do not own the title of the song Travelin’ Soldier by the Dixie Chicks at all even with the minor change of lyrics to fit the story. I simply thought it could be a little fighting. Not hate towards Danneel either, as this is simply fiction and not real. I do not own any songs in this either.

Warnings: possible swearing, war, mention of death, a lot of angst as usual, FLUFF and rape DO NOT READ IF THE LAST WARNING BOTHERS YOU. IT’S NOT DETAILED BUT YOU CAN CATCH THE MEANING.

Author: Caitsy

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A/N:  I want to thank you so much for the support you have sent to Ash and I! I apologize in advance at what is in this. Guys the song Travelin’ Soldier came on shuffle…inspiration again.

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War is an inevitable part of society because we instinctively crave destruction, pain, and suffering. People can deny it but it’s a true statement. We tend to forget that behind a gun, grenade, tank, and mask is another human being. We can call them monsters, we can them despicable creatures that deserve to die but they’re humans. We sometimes don’t know right from wrong or wrong from right and that’s fine. It makes us the people we are.

In the position she was currently in she craved the pain to know she’s still alive and fighting. She would admit that her will to fight was starting to waver with the torture they have in all kinds of ways, she was just waiting before the threats towards her family began. The actor label both her husband and brother had was enough to make the captors thirsty for money if they found out.

It was natural end expected shock when her captors opened the door to her dungeon and a small petite girl cautiously walked in. In her hands was a impressive box of medical supples, it seemed they didn’t want her to die. The girl stopped in both shock and fear seeing the amount of dead bodies littering the room. A mother and son on the other side of the room and a little girl in a shell shocked young woman.

“I’m Charlotte.” The girl said shifting uncomfortable on her feet obviously not having being around another female for a long time, “i’m going to patch you up.”

“Whatever.” The lack of tone made Charlotte fear for just a second of her life. The impression aura the girl was giving off with the dead bodies still in the room.

“What’s your name?”

“What’s it matter to you?” Y/N snapped not wanting to get close to some barbie girl living in the wrong world.

“I started out in your position. My father offended these men by giving up one of their own for money. Dad always wanted a lot of money. Instead of taking money, my father gave them me. I was thirteen at the time and then I was married to the leader.” Charlotte said cleaning the wounds on Y/N. Meticulously she made slow swipes being careful to not hurt the girl anymore than she already was.

“Well that sucks.”

“Is America as beautiful as they say it is?” Charlotte questioned focused on sewing one of the worst wounds.

“It depends on who is there to show you around. It’s a big place with scenery to take your breathe away.” Y/N smiled thinking of her country and wished in every cell of her that she could go back.

“I’ve always wanted to go.” Charlotte whispered, “Mom and I are from the States but when I was a baby we moved her. She was going to take me back and live with family.”

Y/N winced from the stab wound was touched, with careful inspection both the girls saw that the wound was infected. With a mumbled curse Charlotte tried her best to follow instructions she had been told by one of the older woman. Everyone in this ring of people were either sold to these people or paying their debts to these people.

“It’s bad isn’t it?” Y/N weakly said emotionally, mentally and physically done with everything that had happened lately. It was painful in every way imaginable, she didn’t know if she would be found but she didn’t want to give up on the promise she made with her family.

“Yeah. They’re known to make sure the weapons they use aren’t clean. There’s no point they don’t expect or desire their victims to live.” Charlotte whispered smiling gently at the physically damaged female.

“I’m not surprised.” Y/N said hitting her head back against the wall, “Why don’t you run away?”

“My husband is a bad person I know. I have something keeping me here, it’s very important to me.”

“It’s not worth it if you’re not happy here.” Y/N urgently stated finding a way to escape, “We can run away, we can to the states and you can have a new life.”

Charlotte hesitated biting her lip hard in deep thought playing with the medical supplies in the first aid kit. Y/N looked down to see that in there was a scalpel, and a pair of sharp medical scissors. She grabbed them and hid them in her boot as Charlotte carefully watched. With a small wavering smile Y/N leant back closing her eyes and ignoring the body laying next to her.

The door banged open to reveal a new member of the sadistic bastards holding her hostage. She watched as Charlotte visibly shivered as if she was scared. The man swaggered in with eyes of a predator stalking its prey. Without much force he threw Charlotte into the wall before dragging her to the middle of the room. The girl was screaming in fear.

“NO! Don’t touch her!” Y/N shouted struggling against the chain around her wrists.

“Mhm. No?” The thick accent made the words almost hard to understand him. The sick smile grew as he looked back at the shaking girl.

“W-What are you doing?! He’ll get angry if you do anything to me!” Charlotte screamed thrashing in the man’s arms.

“He gave me specific instructions sweetie.” The man stated staring at Y/N, “Watching you with the little girl have some insight. You care for young people. Almost too much, this torture will be horrible for and her but fun for me.”

Without another word he slapped the screaming Charlotte sharply while pulling the zipper of his pants down. Y/N’s grew as she realized what was going to happen with her unable to stop him, Charlotte began to sob realizing what was happening too. The panic shattered Y/N as her friend’s pants were viciously torn from the petite girls body along with the modest underwear.

“NO!” Y/N screeched, “Don’t touch her! Leave her alone!”

“Too late.” The man laughed as he continued his assault on the young female.

The room was filled with sickening wet sounds and skin meeting skin along with screams of two traumatized people and a grunting male. Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off the scene not because she was turned on but it was like a car accident. It was impossible not to keeping looking no matter how much she didn’t want to.

Soon everyone in the room heard the rustling of clothing and a zipper going up before the man chuckled again. Leaving the room he whistled ignoring the heavy breathing of two girls breaking down in the worst moment ever.

The onslaught of guilt stacked up from the entire time she had been captive while Charlotte curled into herself shaking not caring about modesty anymore. The choked sobs didn’t stop even as Y/N squeezed her eyes shut trying to go to her happy place with Jensen.

“Why didn’t you stop it.” Charlotte’s voice cracked, “YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED IT!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Y/N rocked back and forth uncontrollably sobbing wanting to die right there.

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They didn’t get together fast in fact it wasn’t until she was being deployed that they met again with a smile. It was in a cafe that Jared and Jensen came to after a successful week off from filming. Sitting at a table in the back corner was a familiar girl in her army fatigues, it had only been couple months since he first saw her. Jared’s smile turned into a grin while he rushed to the table. The girl in question looked up as if in danger, she relaxed seeing who it was.

“Jared!” Y/N smiled standing up to hug him.

Jensen stopped confused about the entire quickly until he thought about the last name of her and Jared. His eyes comically grew larger as he approached.

“Y/N, how are you?” Jensen asked smiling at her. She returned with a grin of her own.

“Jensen! I haven’t seen you in awhile!” Y/N said getting up to quickly hugged him to the confusion of her twin brother.

“You two know each other?” Jared questioned.

“We met in a busy cafe when I was waiting for my flight.” Y/N explained gesturing to the table. The two man had barely sat down before Jared’s phone with off with a picture of his high school best friend.

“I have to take off. Friend is freaking out. I’ll see you guys later!”

“Wait!” Y/N exclaimed making Jared stop, “I guessing you didn’t get my voicemail?”

“What?” Jared questioned.

“Can I talk to you alone?” Y/N asked moving outside calling out she would be back in a minute, once outside she took a deep breathe, “I wasn’t sure when you would be getting back from filming and you don’t answer the phone when you’re working so I left a voicemail.”

“About what?” Jared questioned.

“I’m being deployed. I leave in two hours at the most. You’re the last to know because you didn’t answer the phone.” Y/N admitted tearing up along with her twin. They pulled each other into a hug, “Go help your best friend. He’s in a bad spot right now, his wife died.”

“I know.” Jared’s voice cracked, “I’ll see you in a few months. Hang out with Jensen. I love you twerp.”

With one last hug the twins went in opposite ways. Y/N kept smiling at people giving their gratitude for help their country until she sat down with Jensen.

“I got a question.” Y/N said biting her lip.

“Okay shoot.” Jensen said taking a sip from his coffee. He grinned watching the twinkle in the woman’s eyes.

“I bet you got a girlfriend but I don’t care, I got no one to send a letter to, would you mind if I send one back here to you?” Y/N questioned shyly. Her cheeks turning a rosy pink colour. The blush and words sent Jensen into a mess of butterflies.

“What about your family?” Jensen asked biting his lip.

“It’s hard to share stuff with people that you grew up with.” Y/N sadly smiled, “I’m being deployed and I want someone to lean on.”

“Well consider us pen pals.” Jensen grinned. He knew in that moment he was going to marry this girl.

The coffee was forgotten again in the conversation.

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Jensen’s lifted the glass to his lips taking a deep gulp of the mixture in the seedy bar that reminded him of Supernatural. It was the bars that Sam and Dean would go to after a hunt and for the first Jensen couldn’t figure out if he was Dean or Jensen at that moment.

Immediately after they stopped yelling at Sgt. Michaels Jensen had fled the scene to get a drink because he was fucking done with everything. His wedding ring in hand he twirled it around remembering when he proposed and married Y/N.

He had never been in some much agony before as much as he was right now. God he was conflicted because he didn’t know if he wife was going to come even remotely fine. He heard a husky whisper of his name before he turned to the side to see Ellie again. Her eyes shown with the amount of alcohol she must have had.

“Well look what the mouse dragged in…” Ellie giggled, “I think that’s wrong.”

“Yeah it’s a cat.”

“Ooh you want my pussy?” Ellie giggled again. Jensen’s eyes went wide and he began choking on his drink.

“WHAT THE HELL?” Jensen exclaimed blushing at the blunt words, “I’m married!”

“Widowed and Boo is adorable!”

“She’s not dead. We got new she’s not dead. I’m not having sex with you.”

“Aw is it because I’m not skinny as you want?” Ellie pouted slouching in her seat.

“What?” Jensen frowned getting whiplash at her mood, “Uh…you’re pretty and it doesn’t matter what a scale reads. It only matters that you’re a nice and kind person that shouldn’t drink so much.”

“Wanna go to my place.” Ellie winked.

“Look you’re a sweet girl but I’m not the guy for you.” Jensen mumbled patting her hand that had landed a little too high before pushing her hand off.

“I-I don’t feel so good.” Ellie mumbled before leaning to the side and releaseng a shit ton of puke. 
“Okay. We should get you home.” Jensen mumbled waving the bartender over, “Can you put her stuff on my tab?”

“Can’t do that. Her father owns the bar, she can have as much as she wants.” The bartender bitterly said wiping the counter down, “Her apartment is upstairs.”

Jensen nodded dragging the plastered girl up the flight of stairs into a nicely furbished loft that was art everywhere. He looked in the living room to be on the coffee table to see that there was a bong sitting there. Ellie giggled trying to kiss the man. He placed her on the couch while dodging the kiss.

“Come os stay.” Ellie slurred.

“No. You’re drunk, I’m married and I don’t like you.” Jensen swiftly replied getting her a glass of water.

“Its not like you’ll have sex with her again. The wife you knew isn’t there anymore, she’s probably been raped.” Ellie giggled, “So what’s stopping you from hitting me?”

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Jared was lightly bouncing his daughter cooing up at as he told her a story while Gen was putting the boys to bed.

“Did you know you’re aunt always pushed me into roles. No matter how bad they were she always gave me this glare and would tell me that unless I wasn’t her twin I would be auditioning.  She’s a great person but an even better sister.” Jared kissed the side of her side as she giggled, “She’s the reason I met your mommy.”

“She’s also the one that told me to go for you.” Gen chuckled taking their daughter into her arms, “You’re aunt told, ‘at least one twin should get you and I’m straight as can be so Jared is the answer’ and I was laughing hard.”

Jared let a full fledged laugh out not having heard that before as Gen sent him and wink as she began to go upstairs again.

“I’ll put her to bed. I’m going to have a bath and you’ll write the letter as usual.” Gen chuckled walking up the stairs again leaving her husband to his thoughts. Jared made his way to the kitchen where a binder sat with a pen next to it.

Jared open the highest cupboard where a bottle of alcohol sat, he poured himself a healthy dose before sitting at the table again. He took a sip before opening the binder up to start his new letter. He needed the alcohol because she’s alive and he had to write a letter.

Dear Y/N,

I don’t know how many letter I’ve wrote trying to get my feelings out without hurting someone or drinking. That’s not something I could put any through. I’m nervous about this letter and I had to break out the good alcohol, the first hard stuff we tried as teens.

Today was supposed to be your funeral that had been pushed back before. Sergeant Elias Michaels showed up to inform us of something. They’ve been trailing you for the last little while and under strict order weren’t allowed to tell us. A couple months it turned into a unit, your unit, to rescue you. They’ve left to do so and while I know you’ll come back alive I don’t how you’ll be when you’re back. Jensen freaked out them out of everyone, I had to drag him outside before he assault a government soldier. That wouldn't have went over well and even though I wanted to beat that guys face in I didn’t. Someone needs to hold everyone together but I’m falling apart instead and I don’t know if i can survive if you die. I love you and I will support you but please come back soon.

I don’t have any other words to be honest because you’ll come back read these letters and laugh at me. I can hear the teasing you would have done if you found me writing letters but you don’t deserve something as impersonal as an email. Come back safe okay?

With Gratitude,

Your twin.

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It was the following morning when Charlotte, now a prisoner too, dragged herself to sit next to Y/N, her hands shackled also. They were both silent staring unfocused into the distance with the sound of betrayal in the air. She didn’t know how to approach Charlotte about the man forcing himself on her but she should.

“Do you still have those weapons?” Charlotte’s scratchy voice asked. She hadn’t made a sound other than screaming because the sheer trauma was resting heavily on her shoulders along with the bruises on her lower body already.

“Yes.” Y/N hesitating on why she was asking.

“We need to get out. In my hair is a pin, I’m guessing you know how to pick them?”

“Yeah.”

With some flexibility Y/N had the pin in her mouth as she patiently waited to clear the click, she wore in her excitement she almost swallowed the pin. Once freed she rubbed her wrists together and quickly helped Charlotte out of them. Grinning the woozy girl cracked stretching as she dug into her boot and pulled out the medical scalpel and scissors.

“Okay you have training and I know you’re close to death but I can’t fight.” Charlotte whispered watching the door carefully.

“I’ll try. You run as fast as you can and get help.” Y/N mumbled nodding her thanks before getting the plan in motion.

Stumbling to the door she wrenched it open to see an empty hall, making use of her she hid the shadows as she moved. She had been about to open the door when the click of guns sounded. She gulped throwing the scalpel behind her hearing the scream before turning.

A man with knife managed to grasp her and stick the knife to her neck intending to split her from ear to ear. She gasped.

“Now now. Boys drop the toys. She’s got heart, I like her. Maybe in a couple months she can be one of us.” The voice said shocking Y/N as if someone had dumped freezing water on her head.

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Jensen woke up in a sweat hearing your pleading voice in his head as he panicked before calming down. He was alone and you weren’t dying in front of him. He had taken a nap on the couch because he was exhausted and he would admit a little hungover. He didn’t even notice that Misha was cleaning the mess around the house.

“Hey Jensen.” Misha’s deep voice said as he placed another energy drink can in the garbage bag, “Jared couldn’t come over so he mentioned me coming to visit you. I decided I should clean a little.”

“Uh…thanks.” Jensen mumbled stretching, “Was I screaming?”

“No. You jerked a few times but I thought it would be best if you slept longer.”

“I don’t want to sleep. Wake me up next time, I’m taking a shower.” Jensen exclaimed storming out of the room to the bathroom where he had last had you in there.

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You were practically cackling as your husband playfully bit your shoulder as you tried to finishing wash up in the shower. He wasn’t having that and inside was trying to seduce you into shower sex again. You couldn’t stop giggling but you were absolutely having trouble not giving in.

“J!” You laughed, “Stop! We have dinner with your parents!”

“They can wait half an hour longer. I want to have my way with my wife.” Jensen huskily said into your ear. His hand barely caressing your skin just below your belly button, “I can get you screaming in a minute, I know you’re body almost better than you. Come on honey, release some tension.”

“Mhm. Well if you want this I guess I could do something for you.” You moaned before swiftly turning and dropping to your knees with a wink, “Let’s see if you last longer. I know your body almost as well as you say you know mine.”

Jensen’s eyes went wide with a gasp as your lips wrapped around him with delicate movements that were hot as hell for him. He clenched his jaw and threw his head back as pure bliss flooded his body. He sucked in a large amount of air when you did a new thing with your hands and mouth; something he never felt in his life to be honest.

“Holy fuck!” He yelled as the pleasure intensified. You hummed in appreciation of his praise causing a whimper from him.

Jensen’s parents were finishing placing the food as the table when their son and daughter-in-law wandered into the home. Half heartedly apologizing for you lateness you quickly helped pour ice tea into the glasses sitting upside down.

“Have fun?”  Alan chuckled placing the ham on the table. He knew exactly why they were later than usual to dinner. Especially with the love bites on both of your necks that you probably were unaware of.

“Yeah.” Jensen winked at you. You turned a strawberry colour as a giggle released from your lips, “It was great watching that mov-“

“I remember when your mom and I would use your nap times as our-“

“DAD!” Jensen exclaimed blushing at the implication. You couldn’t help but laugh when Donna sent a scathing look to her husband, “Come on! I don’t want to hear about you and Mom! Dear god it’s almost as if I walked in on you.

“What? We’re all adults here.” Alan chuckled, “We’re aren’t monks J. You wouldn’t believe they amount of times you kids nearly walked in on us.”

“I know.” He shuddered, “Let’s not talk about that stuff, I’m hungry and I don’t want to be scarred for life.”

“Wait until your child is sitting with you along with their spouse. Mark my words this conversation will happen again with you children.” Alan winked before sitting down with his family. The ham was cut with a trained precision over the years among the laughter around the table as stories were told.

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He rubbed a towel over his hair as he yanked on a clean pair of boxers and some grey sweats. He wasn’t leaving the house so he left the shirt off instead as he walked down to the now clean house. Misha was in the kitchen with food waiting on the counter.

“Made some food. Eat, and we’ll watch a movie.” Misha demanded pointing to the chair. Jensen didn’t bother arguing as he dug into the food.

“I should hire you as my cook.” Jensen mumbled.

“I’m good.” Misha laughed.

“Hey Misha? Thank you.” Jensen smiled at one of his closest friends. His friend pulled him into a hug swiftly and the tears fell again.

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