#itss been weeks rip

[dandelion-roots]

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[ID: a sketchy digital comic depicting sklonda and pok from fantasy high. in the first panel, pok is looking at sklonda, amazed, as they're holding onto each other and says, you saved my life. thank you. in the second panel sklonda looks surprised and a fire is raging behind her. in the third, she starts blushing too and says, you've already returned the favour. they're both covered in blood. End ID]

[definegodliness]

Henk

Let me tell you about Henk. 

Henk was an accident, a child born a decade after his brothers and sisters. He had this birth defect that slurred his speech, and impeded his movements, making it seem like he was drunk 24/7. This deviation caused Henk’s religiously zealot of a father to never recognize him as a child of his own, but rather as a child of the devil. He divorced his wife over that sentiment when Henk was a boy. And that wife, Henk’s mother; the only person to ever love him, died shortly after. Resulting in him being outcast — no, downright hated — by his brothers and sisters.

Henk grew up to have one friend, my father. They had a lifelong relationship, that, after due consideration, I would not call a pity-friendship. Dad pitied him, make no mistake; there was too much to be pitied, but he treated Henk as human. A friend, at that. 

They met at a youth center my dad ran, called The Monastery — ironically so, but we’ll get to that — and dad got Henk involved in managing things. I guess those were the heydays. Late teens, early twenties.

Henk made other ‘friends’ after that. He was trusting in the good of man. So when he went vacationing, he gave his peers his house-key, asking if they’d feed the dog for a couple of weeks. And when he returned his house was emptied, and the dog was dead.

That was Henk.

Such was the life of Henk.

A social man, banned from society for his slurred speech and impeded movements. Never seen as an equal, but as a disease. And I cannot stress enough how I am not an exception. Picking up the landline, hearing:

“Hel-lo... itss... HENK...”

Rolling my eyes, calling for dad.

One time my sister turned pale as a sheet, running, shouting:

“Dad! Dad! Henk’s drunk chlorine!”

And I rolled my eyes again, a heartless-bastard child. But, in my defence, you have to see I was completely oblivious of suicides at the time, let alone the concept of death. Some people never get to a point of understanding. I have. Hence the guilt. Hence this eulogy of Henk. 

Henk was a man who’d habitually get punished for minding his own business by the conscientious part of humanity. Imagine that. More definingly, he was someone who, by the callous rest, got treated like a big steaming pile of shit. Flies always circled around him to take advantage. Henk attracted human evil, and spent his life searching for proof that he, too, could fit. 

That’s why he always tried.

Then, the benefit of doubt kept killing him.

Henk once gave a big goodbye party. My dad didn’t attend. Afterwards he took some sleeping pills and put a plastic bag over his head, sealing it at his neck with a tie rip. But the sleeping pills didn’t kick in soon enough, and he panicked; tearing the plastic off his face. Henk collapsed and woke up to his place, trashed, because he would have been dead, and people didn’t hesitate to violently celebrate this predicament.

He called dad, afterwards, and dad made me part of the cleanup crew. We drove there on a Sunday. They were making small talk, and were reminiscing The Monastery. Just talking, while teenage-me was put to work; dustpan and brushing the perimeter. Everything was shattered. 

I muttered:

“What a bunch of bastards.”

“I— ... wass G-GOING to-die”, Henk said, apologetically. As if his death was a freebee for all this dumbass destruction. 

“... but you chickened out, didn’t you?”, dad chuckled. And the two of them burst out in a laughter I will never understand. 

“I did, I... DID.”

Henk took to medicine, after that. Which at first didn’t really help him, mentally, but did cause him to shed his literal skin. He got blisters all over his body, and when they peeled, he was smooth as a baby’s butt. 

Henk once, or twice, drove his 60 km/h limited disabled carriage over the highway to meet up with dad. I am only now realizing he wasn’t an idiot, dad was just that important to him. 

He had enough of life after he turned sixty. He wanted to — no, yearned — to go back to his mom. He asked for euthanasia, but, even though it is legal in my country, his GP wouldn’t touch that possibility with a ten-foot pole. Henk was part of the bible belt, you see. 

By that doctor, word got to town. And Henk was flooded with letters from neighbours and other townsmen, who never gave him the light of day, but now wanted to assure his descension to hell by quoting biblical name-colon-numbers. 

No, they did not want to convince him into heaven. They wanted him to be sure to burn for eternity. Henk answered them all, individually:

“I only want to be with mother.”

An answer, unaccepted.

Henk deteriorated further. In slurred speech and impeded movements. He entreated his death-wish to the specialist treating him. That man turned out the key to his freedom. 

He said:

“Henk, we’ve been treating you for seizures for fifteen years. And if you stop taking this particular medicine, it will all be over real quick. Just make sure you’re not in pain.”

Henk calls my dad to take care of his finances. Shares his after-death wish. Then, signs up for a wind-down unit. It’s a nice mansion among nature. Dad visits him the first day after he refrained from taking his medicine. They talk about fucking the system by overdrawing Henk’s bank balance, as they did — goddamn hippies — Second day, Henk’s already pumped full of morphine, and, ultimately, dead.

Years and years of fighting for euthanasia, and all it took was one doctor who said: “Stop taking your meds.”

“Stop fighting God”, for the more religiously inclined. But those were the ones who would’ve kept Henk from his mother’s arms. Those, who dream of death, but fear the choice of death.

Henk was cremated. 

Dad took his ashes to the river banks, where Henk used to play as a kid; before his dad left his mom, and before he was outcasted by his kin. There was a small window of childhood, and innocence; gullible years that kept Henk living for, say, a good sixty years. 

Three months later, we saw that exact spot had sprouted an oak tree. And we left feeling hope for Henk. One year later the municipality had razed and leveled the river banks, and none of us could decide where he could be.

That was Henk.

[fenheart87]

Something Shiny

I was at work, bit my tongue and this happened? I blame all the LBSC members, we've talked about Luka having the tongue piercing before but here's Marinette with it and Luka unable to cope.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Absolutely?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe you should sleep on it.”

“I already have and I’m sure.”

“Look I know you want to change your image a bit but this is totally different than clothes and I just-”

“Rose breathe.” Juleka chimed in, sharing an amused look with Marinette. The way her girlfriend was acting was as if she was getting her tongue pierced instead of Marinette.

“I promise this is what I want.” The designer reassured the nervous girl, while she had been experimenting with the clothes and her hair a bit, this was something no one was expecting her to do. To be fair, Marinette couldn’t believe she was about to let Juleka shove a needle through her tongue for her to always have it pierced. The timing had just seemed right and her parents had been hinting at her expressing herself and feeling more comfortable with who she was becoming for a while now and didn’t bat an eye when she word vomited her idea. Now all the girls were free during the break which was the perfect time to allow it to heal before school was back in session.

“One question.”

“Shoot.”

“This is for you right?”

“Definitely for me.”

“One condition then.”

“What Jules?” The shorter girl was wary of the glint in those amber eyes.

“I want to be there when you talk to Luka for the first time.”

“Deal?” She agreed confused, sticking her tongue out when prompted and letting Juleka secure the clamp and mark the spot. No turning back now.

The swelling was bad the first few days, it didn’t help that her clumsy nature caused her to accidentally bite her healing appendage. Salt was okay but too much was bad, pepper was even worse and she had gained a deeper appreciation of ice cream and popsicles. The girls had planned an outing today and since it was closest to the boathouse, they would meet over there to pick up Juleka beforehand. The only ones who knew of her new jewelry so far could still be counted on one hand. Juleka and Rose who were there, her parents because she had discussed it with them first and Tikki who was also technically there for the whole thing too.

“Tithee,” oh god her nerves were making it harder to talk, “I tant do tisss.”

“Marinette I know you’re nervous but just breathe! Everyone is bound to find out eventually anyway, it looks great! The ladybug topper really makes it miraculous!” The kwami grinned at the giggle from her chosen.

“Otay, I can do tiss.” Grabbing her purse and phone, she left with a goodbye to her parents and popsicle in hand. Surprisingly she was one of the first to arrive, Alix beating her by a few minutes.

“Hey Marinette.”

“Hey Alickss.”

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I uh-”

“Hey Marinette! Is your tongue still swollen?”

“Yeah jusst a bit.” Deciding to rip the bandage off so to speak, the designer stuck out her tongue to show off the piercing.

“Whoa dude! Sick!” Alix leaned in with interest, firing away questions. “When did you get it done? Who did it? Did it hurt a lot? Oh cool, is that a ladybug topper?”

“Juleka did it for her last week, she didn’t even flinch! Isn’t the ladybug topper so cute? A ladybug for our everyday ladybug!” Rose smiled, clapping her hands in happiness.

“Yeah itss noth too pad.”

“Okay this is kind of hilarious but are you sure you’re okay to talk? Don’t ruin my hard work.” Juleka appeared from down below, nodding in greeting and moving to check out the piercing. “Looks good.”

“Popsisscle.” Marinette held up her popsicle to accent her statement.

“Hey girls! Oh wow, did we take that long? Marinette never beats me!” Alya teased, checking the time on her phone.

“Early start.” To keep from talking, she squeezed the next chunk of her treat to the top and let it melt in her mouth. The coolness of the flavored ice did wonders and helped the swelling, even if it made the bar very cold and feel weird.

“Oh wow, you weren’t kidding when you said all the girls were coming over.” Luka joked, waving as he grabbed his helmet and slid his guitar on his back.

“Wuka!” Oh no. “Whatss thup?” Not now oh god why now?!

“Hey Marinette, just getting ready for work. I swapped with a co-worker to get saturday off so I have a three day weekend. You okay?”

“Yess, never bethur. See?” In a panic she stuck her tongue out, not seeing that Juleka was recording or the confusion of the Girl Squad. “Itss new, do yoo wike it?”

“I uh well sure. It’s great really really great. Uh, ladybug topper?”

“Mhm!”

“Cool, so looks like it’s new and you’re still healing so be careful. No making out until it's healed.”

“WHAT?!” She screeched, causing a handful of eyes to be as wide as dinner plates.

“With me! I mean anyone! Just be careful until it’s healed!” It wasn’t often Luka was flustered enough to blush but boy did he look cute. He couldn’t meet her eyes anymore and just dash around everyone to leave for work, nearly falling at the end of the walk.

“Oh god, I knew this would be priceless but that was so much better!” Juleka was cackling, still recording Marinette as her brain caught up and her face lit on fire too.

“He wantss to makeow wif me?!”

“Totally but you have to wait at least six weeks.”

“Thatss too wong!”

Juleka was so getting copies of this video made, she could not pass up blackmail material this good. She would of course make sure to edit out all the yelling from the rest of the girls at the end because no one wanted to hear banshees.

[writinglionqueen]

The Queen’s Rules FAQ regarding requests:

So I’ve had a few requests in the past and I need to make this now so itss here and on my blog (and I’m not looking through my dash for the next 12 hrs) :

Do you take requests? Yes and no. You can tell me what you’d like but there is no guarantee that I can deliver in a timely fashion. I also have to be motivated by your idea in order to actually work on it. If I’m not inspired or intrigued or have ideas for a fic, it won’t be as enjoyable to read or to write. If I’m not thrilled with it or if I get bored of it...I abandon it (RIP to the 25 drafts I have saved at this point that are fic ideas). If you are alright with waiting until the inspiration for your idea arrives, that’s most helpful to me. If it’s something I already have a draft for/writing about, I will let you know. Just know I am trying to be more productive about writing things people send me requests for...but I can’t promise them because I have a job and school on the side. So, all-in-all, if you have an idea you’d like me to think about/write, shoot it my way. I will be honest if I can get to it or not. 

Can you write about X? I only write for wrestlers I’m interested in; Finn, Drew, Aleister, Dean, Roman, and Seth have been a few I’ve done so far. I do not know anyone on AEW, NXT, 205 Live circuits so please do not ask for those wrestlers! Seriously. The reason why is because I try to delve into the personalities of the wrestlers I see on TV and I think about them critically as I write. I want their character to shine through in my writing as well. (That and I only watch RAW and SmackDown but I’m trying to watch NXT a bit more). I DO want to try and do some female wrestlers but I’ve never had a bunch of real ideas for them yet. (I already know a few female wrestlers I DO NOT want to write about, but I’ll be nice is you ask if I will write about them or not). 

Will you write the reader a specific way for me? To put it as nicely as I can: no. I ONLY do reader inserts with very little body descriptions for a reason. That way, everyone can be the reader and experience the fic the same way (I’m still trying to be a bit more mindful about gender in them as well but...most of my audience is female orientated anyway). I hate thinking about OCs and making sure I maintain a certain eye color or skin color or whatever. Reader inserts are easier for me to not think about the readers appearance and focus on the story more. Don’t ask me to do a specific character or from the perspective of a certain character. I won’t do it. And, no, I will not do your OCs for this reason.

Can you do this pairing for me? Again, like the last one, I’m not one for trying to make sure I have characters and character descriptions. Mainly because I want readers to be the main character of my fics and enjoy them. So I will not write from the perspective of so-and-so trying to woo so-and-so. (I also have to like the pairing but that’s a different matter)

Will you write this uber specific situation? Again, like the above answers...I have to be motivated by your idea or request to even consider writing about it. It doesn’t take much to get me into some ideas...but others...it is hard to be like OH THIS IDEA ROCKS! I ALREADY THOUGHT ABOUT IT. So.....depends.

Please do not be intimidated by my answers to ask me your request. Please do so. I like having a hoard of ideas so I can think about them when I get bored. Like I said, there’s no guarantee that they will be out in a timely manner (probs within 1-2 weeks is timely) due to my responsibilities away from my computer. Ideas are great so shoot they my way. I will be honest if I will not be motivated to write about the idea you gave me or not. If you are curious if I will write about a particular wrestler, just ask. There’s no harm in asking me. The worst I can say is no or not currently. 

~Bri

[legion1993]

Saved Before The Ball, Rescued To Abide

A/N: I can’t thank everyone enough for the love on all of these challenge pieces. Once more I’m proud to bring you all another piece of the SPN HWC brought to us all by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing. This is part 3 to I Think We Are Meant To Be. As always be sure to give this love and ignore any and all spelling/grammer errors. some credit for this fic and some of itss ideas also goes to my wonderful mother.

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Prompt: “There is so much blood.”

Plot: not even a full week ago you married Misha Collins. Now you were struggling for your survival after getting kidnapped right from the airport washroom. Right after your honeymoon too, you weren’t happy at all but imagine how distressed Jensen and Misha feel. Now its up to them to rescue you from the clutches of your deranged cousin Luke (A) but what happens when an unexpected confession and an unexpected realization comes to light…

Part 1 Part 2

Y/N: “Why are there jackhammers pounding outside my room? Damn that hurts!”

Your thoughts are mixed with a huge headache and bright light shining in your eyes. As You open your eyes you become aware of damp air and a musty smell.

Y/N: “What the hell?”

you think out loud, and try to remember the last time you were conscious.

The airport, the washroom, Stopping at the water fountain, the pin prick...shit! That damn asshole Luke found me! Oh my God...Misha! Jensen! You hope and pray they weren't hurt and are now searching diligently for you. You stand up and walk around your cell, taking more notice of your surroundings.

You seem to be in a basement of some kind, and anything you had on you when you were taken are all gone. Jewelry, belt, hairpins are all gone. Can’t pick the lock or make a weapon. You shiver from the cool damp air. There is no blankets and your sweater is also missing. Fucking dickhead took your favorite sweater! You form in your mind the many different ways you are going to kill him if he wrecked your favorite cardigan!

Suddenly you hear a lock and a door open, followed by footsteps coming down the stairs and towards where you stand. You see a tall shadowy figure and hear the one voice that always sent a shiver of fear down your spine.

Luke: "Well YN, I was beginning to think I'd given you too much sedative. You've been out for almost 24 hours. How are you feeling?"

Luke smiled at you and looked like he wanted to devour you. You somehow manage to resist throwing up in his face as you reply,

Y/N: "You Bastard! What the hell is your problem?"

Luke brushes his fingers through your hair and you slap them away. Then he grabs your chin and turns your head to face him.

Luke: "I don't have a problem YN. You seem to have the problem. You never wanted to go out with me. You never wanted to be anything more than friends. You knew we weren't blood cousins, yet you still spurned my affection. I was never anything but nice to you. I would have given you the world, anything you desired. But no, you had to ignore me all these years. And then you go and marry someone else? You were supposed to be mine and only mine! Well now you will be. Your lack of virginity is a minor setback. It just means I can do whatever I want without being too gentle."

A feeling of dread washes over you and causes you to back away from the cell door. The nausea you were fighting earlier wins this round as you empty your stomach contents into the floor. As you heave and finish you hear the door open and scream as Luke pulls your hair upwards forcing you to stand. He throws you across the cell towards the bed, and you hit your head on the wall.

Luke binds your hands while your head spins from the hit and pushes you to the bed. A million thoughts run through your head as you quickly recover your senses and try to kick Luke so you can escape. He anticipates this and catches your leg, pinning it under him.

You get lucky and manage to sink your teeth hard into his hand. He lets out a loud scream and backhands you across the mouth. He quickly ties a bandana around your mouth so you cant bite him again, then proceeds to rip your blouse open along with your bra. You struggle and cringe as calloused hands grope you.

Bile tries to make its way up again but the gag forces you to swallow it. Luke then rips at your jeans and pulls them off, followed by your underwear. You continue to struggle and fight but Luke is too big and heavy. Then your worst nightmare becomes reality as he takes you, rough, hard and demanding. Pain overwhelms your senses as he thrusts and smacks you around while he does it.

He bites at your breasts leaving teeth marks and blood all over. Then he finally has his release but the damage is done. He gets up and unties your hands. Then he laughs triumphantly and walks out of the cell, locking it behind him. You shudder and curl into a ball, trying to wrap up in what remains of your clothing. Then you cry yourself to sleep hoping death will take pity on you before Luke comes again.

Meanwhile Misha and Jensen along with Jared, Mark, Rob and some of the other cast and crew have been searching for clues as to where Luke might have taken you. For 2 grueling days your husband and brother have led a constant battle to get you back. Misha is constantly worrying about your safety while Jensen ponders 100 different ways to kill and or maim Luke.

They have involved the police as well, mostly friends and close contacts that staff have recommended.

After some time, one of the detectives hired, a friend recommended by Mark, comes to Jensen, Misha and Jared with some good news.

Detective: "I may have the location where YN is being held. Two days ago, a white van matching the description of the one you saw at the airport was seen parked in an old abandoned jail lot five miles outside of town. No one thought much about it until we put out the word. We were going to send a unit to check it out and wanted to know if you boys were up to joining the team."

There wasn't even a moment's hesitation before all three said yes in unison. Jensen jumped in the driver seat while Misha and Jared rode shotgun. With a police escort, the car Jensen drove hit 140 miles per hour and the hour drive from the studio took half an hour.

Jensen hardly had the car in park before Misha jumped out and began searching the building outside. The cops arrived two seconds after the boys and joined the building area search. Jensen and Jared searched the yard and surrounding woods, not finding much. They then joined the search at the main building.

Misha found an open door and motioned for Jensen and Jared to follow. Drawing their guns they quietly slipped inside and began looking around the dusty halls. The cops joined them indoors, and made a plan to split up. The cops would go to the right and the boys would head left. Misha took the lead as the three of them walked up and down numerous cell blocks.

After some time Jared stumbles across a door leading down to the lower detention blocks, the ones used for solitary confinement. Hearing a male voice laughing he motions for quiet and the three of them sneak down the stairs. Misha and Jensen both perk up upon hearing sobbing but remain quiet so as to keep the advantage of surprise.

Peeking around the corner at the bottom of the stairs Jensen sees a very happy looking Luke humming and washing himself off. Horror shadows his features as he recognizes blood mixed with the water. Misha sees the blood as well and darkness overtakes his features.

Even Jared is ready to kill Luke as he witnesses this act. The guys all look at each other and nod. Three guns point directly at Luke and now the horror is on Luke's face. He manages to laugh though as he says,

Luke: "You found me after all. Took you long enough. Your too late though, I took your sister for a wild ride she won't soon forget."

Crack teeth and blood fly as Jensen smashes his fist into Luke's smug face, sending him backwards into the desk. Jared looks at Misha and says,

Jared: "Go find her. We will take care of this. She needs your strength and support Misha."

Not needing any more convincing Misha takes off following the sound of the crying he heard earlier. His heart breaks as he finds you naked and shivering on the bed in your cell. He locates the key and unlocks the door, rushing to your side and wrapping his jacket around you.

You smell the cologne that has become your favorite scent in the world and feel strong arms pick you up and hold you.

Y/N: "Misha!"

You sob as you bury your head into his shoulder. He holds you and strokes your hair.

Misha: "Your safe now YN. That Bastard will never ever hurt you again."

Misha just holds you for what seems like an eternity, comfort and love flowing from him to you.

Jensen and Jared finally make their way to you and Misha and stop short at the sight that greets them. Jensen pales and whispers,

Jensen: "There is so much blood. My God. YN!"

Misha looks up at Jensen and you do as well. Having donned your jeans and Misha’s jacket while just Misha was there, you are able to stand and hug your brother who fiercely hugs you back whispering apologies for not finding you sooner. You tell him it's not his fault and kiss his cheek.

Misha is standing by you now as is Jared. You get a big hug from him as well, as he is like a brother to you. Together the 4 of you make your way to the stairs, but Jensen stops Misha. Jared shields you from the room where Luke was not wanting to traumatize you further. He takes you upstairs, with assurances that your brother and husband are following shortly.

Jensen takes Misha to where Luke has been tied to a chair and beaten severely. His jaw is broken and the smug smile he had earlier has been taken away with the very painful removal of his man parts. Blood covered the walls and surrounding furniture.

Jensen looked at Misha and said,

Jensen: "I saved some for you. Figured you would want a piece of this shitface."

Misha gives Luke a cold hard stare as he says,

Misha: "Thanks Jensen. Your right. He touched her, hurt her in ways that can't be taken back or easily forgotten."

Upon saying that Misha grabs an iron bar from the corner and smashes it against Luke's ribcage repeatedly. Then he breaks both of Luke's legs in numerous places and his arms right after. Then he swings the bar at the already defiled bloody area where the male parts used to be. Over and over he hits the tender spot.

Luke is almost unconscious except for Jensen waking him with water in the face occasionally. Exhausted, Misha finally drops the iron and walks away. Jensen walks out after him, turning briefly turning to Luke.

Jensen: "You want death, but it's gonna be slow and agonizing. The quick death you were hoping for isn't coming. You are going to suffer for what you did to YN. No one is going to find you or rescue you. Goodbye Luke. Forever."

Jensen closes and bars the door so it can never be opened. Then he makes his way up the stairs where you and the other guys are waiting. Misha picks you up and carries you down the hall and out to the waiting car.

The two officers meet you outside where Jared tells them you have been found and that no one else is in there. The cops are satisfied with this answer and don't investigate further, especially when they see your injuries and bloodied face.

You stayed snuggled against Misha’s chest trying to calm your pulse, you stayed steady as you heard Jensen and Misha yelling at Jared & the police.

Jensen: “take my car Jared and meet us at the hospital…”

Misha: “she is really cold…”

Jared: “bro calm down… calm down its ok you will be ok…Y/N will be ok…”

Jared put his hands on both Misha’s and Jensen’s shoulders, and took Jensen’s keys and went to his car.

Officer Caine: “Mr. Ackles & Mr. Collins if you will permit me I will personally escort all 3 of you to the hospital.”

Jensen: “thank you so much…”

Jensen opened the door as Misha got in first holding you as Jensen followed to prop your legs up on his lap as he started to weep softly.

Jensen: “im so sorry this happened to you biscuit…”

You opened your eyes slightly and coughed..

Y/N: “its not your fault bro neither you nor Misha could have predicted this… I mean had we known about this we could have prevented it but we didn’t so we couldn’t.”

Misha bent down to lightly kiss the top of your forehead.

Misha: “im so glad your back in my arms now babe..”

You snuggled in closer and found peace for the first time in 3 days. It had been a long while.

Y/N: “where are we going?”

Jensen: “to the doctor to get you checked out kiddo… don’t worry we aren’t leaving your side…”

You only smiled falling into a soft unconscious state of shock. Sirens blared as officer caine drove as fast as possible to the hospital. Once there Jensen helped Misha get you out of the car as officer caine herself escorted you all inside.

Officer Caine: “this is an emergency these 3 are to be admitted immediately the girl is your patient… any questions will be directed to me or to one of those lovely gentlemen.”

The nurse looked at the officer and huffed.

Nurse 1: “you don’t come barging into the hospital like that and demand things… seriously and where is your badge… or cant you read?”

Sure enough there was a small sign on the desk saying, “ALL POLICE OFFICERS/DETECTIVES/PRIVATE INVESTIGATORS/ANYONE WITH A GOD DAMN BADGE MUST FUCKING PRESENT IT BEFORE MAKING DEMANDS…”

Officer caine apauled by the sign pulled out her badge and shoved it right in the nurse’s face..

Officer Caine: “there is that better now do as I asked of you and admit this girl… and keep the guys with her as well…”

Nurse 1: “fine… but i….”

Then another voice sounded from behind the nurse…

Victor: “ok helen that’s enough go take your break… ill take these lovely patients into exam room 5 and of course this officer will have to fill out some paper work as well as everyone else. Just so we here get a sense of what happened.”

Officer caine, Jensen & Misha who was carrying you followed Doctor Victor to exam room 5 where he handed officer caine her paperwork. And handed Jensen their paper work.

Victor: “just fill these out.. but verbally I have some questions… it doesn’t matter who answers but I need the truth… what are all your names?”

Jensen: “I am Jensen Ackles. The lady is my twin sister Y/N Collins wife to the man holding her in his arms Misha Collins.”

Victor jotted that down and then spoke once more.

Victor: “what happened to her?”

Misha: “she was raped and beaten badly for 3 days of being kidnapped by their deranged psychotic cousin who is M.I.A…”

Victor: “so first I would like to draw some blood work then check her blood pressure and then check her with an x-ray and an ultrasound… but of course if she wakes I’m sure she will want you both at her side.”

Misha could only hold you close, he did so while the doctor checked your blood pressure and drew blood for blood work.

Misha gently laid you on the hospital bed and wiped a strand of hair from your face. Jensen briefly left the bed area so that Misha and 2 nurses could get you into a gown. Once under some covers Jensen came back into the area. An IV had been set up to help with rehydration and to administer a light sedative to help with the pain and exhaustion.

Misha told the doctor and nurses that he was not leaving your side except for the occasional washroom break, during which time Jensen would be watching you. At no point were you going to be unguarded by your brother or husband.

When the technician came to get you for the ultrasound both Misha and Jensen went with you, even though they had to wait outside the exam room. Halfway through the exam the nurse came to get Misha and bring him into the room.

Nurse: "Mr Collins, apart from some bruising, your wife sustained no permanent damage to her organs. And you will be happy to know your baby is unharmed as well. The doctor will want to keep your wife overnight for observation but I wanted to give you the good news first."

Misha stood there in shock, watching the ultrasound screen as a small tiny 2 week old fetus moved around happy and carefree.

Misha: "Baby? I'm having a baby, or rather my wife is having a baby? I'm going to be a father?"

The nurse smiled.

Nurse: "Yes you are, actually there are 2 babies in there. They are laying very close together so it is hard to see the second one. I can’t tell the genders yet though. Congratulations are definitely in order though."

Misha left the room, practically beaming. Jensen took one look at his friend and thought he had gone crazy. Then Misha gave him the same news he had just received.

Misha: "It is my extreme pleasure to present you my friend, with the title of Uncle Jensen. YN is going to have twins! She's about 2 weeks along which means they aren't Luke's. And they are both healthy!"

It was Jensen’s turn to be shocked.

Jensen: "Damn! That's great news man. I'm really happy for you!”

Then he gave his friend with a big hug and a pat on the back. Then The nurse wheeled you out of the room a few minutes later and back to the patients area.

About 3 hours later you slowly come to feeling somewhat better from the rest. Misha is holding your hand and resting his head on your bed. Jensen was getting some coffee and was not in the room when you woke.

You smile at your husband as he sleeps peacefully and attempt to grab a drink of water from your tray without disturbing him. Misha feels you move anyways and squeezes your hand as he bends over to kiss your forehead and get your water for you.

Misha: "Hey beautiful, how are you feeling? The doctor says there is no permanent physical damage and there isn't going to be any scarring."

You stroke Misha’s hair and reply,

Y/N: "I'm ok. I feel more rested than I have in a few days. That's great news from the doctor. Did he say when you can take me home? This place is uncomfortable and reminds me too much of what happened."

Misha looks at you lovingly and says,

Misha: "The doc wants to keep you overnight to make sure there are no complications. YN we are going to have twins. We are going to be parents! I know It’s still early in this marriage, and we haven't had a chance to discuss whether we wanted kids, but that was the best news I could have received today after finding out you were ok. I'm hoping you..."

You cut Misha off as you pull his mouth to yours and kiss him passionately, then laugh and hug him.

"Misha, I couldn't be happier. This is the perfect addition to the perfect marriage with the perfect man.”

You say as you see your brother's shadow behind the curtain. He steps inside and gives you a hug and kiss on the cheek.

Jensen: “Wow I still can’t believe my brother-in-law and my twin are having twins… this is amazing…"

Y/N: “yes it is rather timely… wait twins… after everything that happened to me are we…”

Jensen and Misha knowing your question nodded their heads.

Misha: “they are both 100% mine… im the only father. They were already in development when everything happened.”

You took a huge breath at that moment

Y/N: “I am going to say this now, and only once. I do not want you or Jensen to blame yourselves for what happened. None of us could have foreseen Luke's deranged plan. That goes for both of you!"

Both men in unison nod their heads at your statement.

Misha kisses the back of your hand and continues to hold it. Then the doctor steps in and checks your vitals and blood pressure. Misha motions for the doctor to join him outside the curtain to talk. Jensen stays with you and gives you some more water, which you gratefully accept.

Jensen: “any ideas yet for names?”

Y/N: “I just found out about the pregnancy just give me time ill come up with something…”

Jensen could only smile…

Jensen: “I’m glad your alright biscuit.”

Misha and the doctor come back a few minutes later with an agreement and an understanding.

Misha looks at you.

Misha: "I have talked to the doctor and convinced him to let you sleep at home, with the promise to bring you here for a check up tomorrow and make a follow-up appointment with your regular doctor. So would you do me the honor of joining me at home, our home?"

You almost jump off the bed and into Misha’s arms and shout for joy. You look over at the doctor as you hug your hubby and whisper a Thank you.

Jensen escorts you and Misha to his home. Misha offers Jay the guest room for the night and after locking up the house, carries you upstairs to your room, his room, yours and his. You love how that sounds. Misha did promise the doctor you would rest and helps you undress and ready for bed.

You yawn and stretch out on the king size bed and wait for Misha to join you. He climbs in and pulls you into a gentle hug after turning the lights out. For as much as you need the comfort of Misha’s arms you also need his loving. You turn to him and kiss him, tracing fingers down his earlobe and neck.

Misha: "YN, i don't want to hurt you. You need time to heal."

You cup his face in your hands.

Y/N: "This will help me heal. You are so amazing and gentle. You won't hurt me. I promise. But I need this. Please Misha!"

Misha begins to kiss you deeper, more demanding. His hands and body worship and gently love you for the next hour, after which you and your husband fall asleep in each others arms, content and happy once again.

You wake the next day with Misha’s arms round your waist, you just laid there enjoying the feeling of being back home… well someplace you would get used to calling home. Damn it was gonna be weird not living with your brother anymore but you found your love.

It was then that your phone buzzed you reached onto the nightstand and grabbed it pulling it to you, your eyes adjusted to see the caller ID. You answered it knowing it was Jared.

Y/N: “hey moose…”

Jared chuckled on the other end.

Jared: “well someone is almost back to their old self. Have you seen Misha & your brother they aren’t answering their phones.”

You quietly got up planting a small kiss on Misha’s forehead before wrapping in your silk robe as you slipped from the room.

Y/N: “ya their both with me they are finally getting their rest that I assume they missed cause they were looking for me.”

Jared: “ya they didn’t want to sleep till they found you, they thought it a waste of time. So how do you like your abode. I know Misha can have a little bit of an interesting taste in décor but it will become an easier place to live in trust me.”

Y/N: “Jared its nothing to do with the place or how it looks its what the doctor told misha who told Jensen who im surprised didn’t tell you.”

Jared was silent for a few moments probably trying to think of what it could be that you were referring to.

Jared: “well aren’t you gonna tell me?”

You giggled.

Y/N: “im pregnant with twins and that knucklehead of a brother of mine is being a pain in the ass… he is already asking me about baby names I told him I don’t have any picked out right now I mean hell I just found out…”

Jared: “well if I may offer my congratulations and ill assist in any way I can.”

You pondered this for a moment and then smiled devilishly.

Y/N: “don’t suppose you know how to cook do you?”

Jared: “hell ya why what’s your idea?”

Y/N: “I just want to surprise them you know to thank them for everything.”

Jared: “well that’s a sweet idea and since I assume your not to do a whole lot anyway I assume you would like my help.”

Y/N: “yes I would…”

Jared was mumbling to himself before you knew it…

Jared: “I found my keys I’m on my way I assume you have the ingrediants for this idea so I’ll be there as soon as I can. Don’t worry I have a spare key…”

As soon as Jared said that you turned on some quiet tv and then found netflix where you started watching Supernatural from the pilot.

You giggled a little watching your brother and Jared fight in the pilot it was always your fave thing about it. You were only sure that whatever your brother was going through you were sure to have a lot to live up to…

Your worst moments were realized when the bloody mary episode came up you watched it intently now that all your prep was done. What you didn’t hear was the door open and the sound of Jared walking in. jared noticed which episode you were watching and he smiled evilly to himself.

Jared came up behind you and smiled as he placed his hand on your shoulder and you jumped pausing the show as you right hooked Jared in the jaw. Then realized it was him and gave him a hug.

Y/N: “moose don’t do that…”

Jared: “thats some right hook there Y/N.”

Y/N: “thanks umm so everything is set up it just needs to be prepared and cooked.”

Jared: “it will be a few moments. By the way thanks for bringing me by I mean I would have come by anyway but this is just gonna be fun.”

By the time you got resettled into the couch you played the episode by the time the episode was done you heard jared come up behind you and smiled as you turned towards the table which was set and the food laid on it.

Y/N: “its perfect now to wake up the guys…”

Jared: “go do that ill make coffee.”

You got up and went to Misha first, you smiled kissing him softly.

Misha: “morning beautiful…”

You smiled and ruffled his hair a bit.

Y/N: “morning handsome I made breakfast its in the dining room on the table. Get dressed and come out please.”

Misha: “ok but how…”

Y/N: “all will be revealed soon..”

You got up from the bed and left misha to get dressed as you went in to wake up your brother. You jumped on the bed slightly..

Y/N: “jay jay wake up I made breakfast you need to get dressed and come out…”

Jensen: “ok biscuit…”

You went out of the bedroom and walked out to the kitchen, where you stood in wait for the 2 slowpokes to come out. Finally after 5 minutes they both came out and saw you standing beside the table.

Jensen: “biscuit you did all this for us?”

You nodded.

Misha: “but your supposed to be taking it easy..”

Y/N: “well I did have a bit of help.”

Jared came out of the kitchen with 3 cups of coffee as he turned to look at Jensen & Misha with a gentle smile and greeted both with a warm hug.

Jared: “forgive me but she didn’t really do a whole lot sure this was her idea but I came to help so she could rest.”

Y/N: “I watched supernatural while he cooked and put everything together.”

Jensen: “well as long as there is coffee I’m down..”

Misha: “me too and we actually have another surprise for you Y/N.”

Jensen went to the other room and fumbled for a few moment in his bag for the envelope with the tickets in it. He came back out and sat down placing the envelope in front of you.

Jensen: “biscuit we all know how much you have been through and right now this would be the perfect thing to serve as your distraction.”

Misha: “we have been through thick and thin looking for you and when we found out you were missing we had just seen these and so we got them although to tell you the truth I would have rathered seen you and Jensen fight but that wont happen anytime soon. So open the envelope…”

You opened the envelope and your eyes went wide as you read the tickets and you looked at Jensen and Misha with light tears in your eyes.

Y/N: “we are going to a ball?”

Jensen: “all of us are. Plus I don’t think I have danced with my own sister since graduation.”

Y/N: “you mean where we were eachothers escorts because no one else would go with us…”

Jensen: “come on it wasn’t that bad…”

You laughed as you bit into a piece of bacon.

Y/N: “wasn’t that bad, Jay you stepped on my foot 4 times.”

Jensen laughed as he remembered that moment.

Jensen: “anyway ya we were gonna give these to you when you got back to the car but you didn’t come back so we saved them till now.”

Y/N: “so you mean you have had them since the airport.”

Both Jensen and Misha nodded.

Jared: “can we eat now?”

Jensen: “of course we can.”

You all sat there happily talking, laughing, eating, then sitting in the living room watching supernatural. It was the most fun you had had in a while. Minus the dress shopping which you went with your brother for cause Misha was shopping for groceries so you said you would see him at home.

Jensen: “come on Y/N this is the 50th dress your trying on why is it taking so long to pick one.”

Y/N: “cause its my first ball Jay I want to get it right the first time, ok I’m coming out don’t laugh.”

You twirled round once in the dressing room before opening the curtain and exiting the dressing room. Jensen looked at you and you could have sworn his jaw dropped to the ground.

Jensen: “sis you look amazing. Take a look…”

You walked with him to look in the mirror.

Y/N (reaction to looking in the mirror): “wow… this one looks awesome.”

Jensen: “you look beautiful now can we go please.”

You smiled and nodded as you went back behind the curtain got changed and carried the dress to where your brother was at the checkout. Where he paid for it and you smiled walking out of the store together going to the car and going back to your home it felt amazing.

You put the dress in the closet in a bag hoping that Misha would dare not sneak a peak at it. A while later you and your brother are sitting in the living room play monopoly (during which your sort of winning) Misha & Cliff look at you & Jensen sitting on the floor playing monopoly as Jensen gets sent to jail.

Jensen: “not again… Y/N how do you play this game so well?”

Y/N: “what do you think I do with Rob while you guys are filming your scenes?”

Jensen: “really you play monopoly against Rob?”

You nodded your head and then collected another $200 for passing go as you did your turn.

Misha: “well this looks like fun…”

Jensen: “easy for you to say bro your not the one getting spanked in Monopoly by your own sister.”

Misha just laughed as he finished putting away the groceries coming to sit behind you he stroked your sides gently.

Misha: “you all ready for the ball tonight?”

Y/N: “I cant wait its gonna be so much fun.”

Jensen: “yes it will be fun but its also for charity we have also been asked to help with the auction. I guess the committee found out that Supernatural’s biggest stars were coming so they asked if we would help out.”

Misha: “awesome I assume you told Jared already.”

Jensen nodded as he landed on the last orange that needed to be bought. To which he bought it and you waved that last red that he needed in his face.

Y/N: “look bro ill make this easy on you, you give me the orange and ill give you the red… its only fair…”

Jensen: “how is that fair?  Whats your catch?”

Y/N: “the catch is if I win this entire game with the most money I was save you the first dance. If you win I save you the last dance and I will have the course that we are gonna be competing on made all the more tough, which I might do anyway just because it will be fun… deal?”

Jensen: “deal… now give me that red…”

You clicked your tongue and shoke your head..

Y/N: “now now bro don’t you know that its not polite to ask like that.”

Jensen: “its polite enough for my sister whose being a butt about this game.”

Misha was laughing at your little banter, as he kissed your neck lightly…

Misha: “whatever happens babe I still love you.”

Y/N: “I know…”

You took your next turn and took a look at the property you landed on. Boardwalk… you bought it immediately.

Jensen: “this is so not good.”

Jensen said that knowing that you had Park Place. You built houses instantly. You had tons of money to spare. It was your brother’s turn soon enough you had every right to keep your money pile hidden. It was then that Jensen didn’t realize that he was heading into your blocked territory.

Jensen: “ok sis please hand over that red you have that entire side of the board to play with please hand it over and I promise ill double the amount I owe you on the first property I land on.”

This little deal caught your attention.

Y/N: “fine but I still want that orange too. Its only fair.”

Jensen finally caved and gave you the orange as you gave him the red and you ushered for him to roll. As he did that you watchd where he was going. You watched the horror on his face as he landed on Boardwalk.

Jensen: “nnnooooo how much is it…”

You laughed as you looked at the card and you showed it to Misha who also started laughing.

Y/N: “regular price is $2,000 but because you decided to make me that deal of you doubling the amount of the first hoteled property you landed on you owe me $4,000 now if you don’t happen to have that amount I would be most gracious to accept your surrender…”

Jensen sunk his head into his hands and shoke his head.

Y/N: “and your verdict is???”

Jensen: “I surrender…”

You threw your hands in the air and kissed Misha in victory. Jensen then answered his phone and then turned to you and Misha and smiled.

Jensen: “well the game finished just in time that was Cliff he is just getting Jared now they will be here within like the hour… so we should get ready… when your ready sis ill help do your hair…”

You nodded and kissed Misha one more time as you got up to go get dressed first telling Misha that you laid out his suit already in the guest room. But that he had to wait till you were dressed first, to which he responded with ok as jensen went to get his suit on so he could do your hair directly after.

You went in to the bedroom and pulled out your dress removing the pricetag and putting on your strapless bra you slid into the dress. Doing it up you slid on your flats. You still werent up to wearing heals. You walked out and down the hall as you cleared your throat and spun around once in the living room in front of Misha who was now standing in front of you.

Y/N: “does it look bad…”

Misha came over to you kissing you passionately and softly.

Misha: “of course not you look amazing babe. Now tell your brother to hurry up so I can get changed.”

You went over to the guest room door and used your nails on the door.

Jensen: “biscuit I know its you… im going as fast as I can…”

You walked back to Misha whose eyes hadn’t left your form.

Misha: “oh babe if we werent going to this charity ball tonight I would already have you out of this dress.”

Y/N: “this is exactly the reaction I was hoping for especially from you. That’s why I chose this one. Plus I like how it makes me look.”

Misha could only smile as Jensen came out of the guest room wearing his full suit and you smiled as Misha kissed your forehead before going to get ready.

Y/N: “just like grad night you look hot bro…”

Jensen: “I know and you look beautiful. Now for your hair is it the same style as that night?”

You nodded and smiled sitting on the stool as he pulled out the curling iron, the elastics and cracked his fingers. After a while Misha came out while Jensen was braiding that one section of your hair.

Misha: “is this normal for you guys?”

Jensen: “ive been doing her hair for every special event that we go to for like ever. Well since our mom died.”

Misha looked at you and smiled looking at Jensen who finished pinning in the braid and then curled your hair.

Jensen: “bro check my phone see whose messaged me.”

Misha takes the phone and looks at it.

Misha: “its Jared he and cliff are almost here should I tell them to just come in when they arrive?”

Jensen nodded as he continued to curl your hair, after about 10 more minutes you were almost done being curled when Jared and Cliff walked through the door.

Jared: “how long does it take to curl hair.”

Y/N: “a long time to get it done right the first time…”

Jared: “that makes sense. And let me guess Y/N won monopoly earlier dude?”

Jensen nodded and groaned…

Jensen: “I’m not worried about it I’ll get her next time.”

Jensen stated as he finished curling your hair he stuck it in a hair elastic and tightened it fluffing out the curls a bit making them bounce.

You stood and twirled feeling your hair flow with the curls. You smiled accordingly and hugged your brother.

Jensen: “now we are ready to go. Now just checking one more thing biscuit do you have the…”

You knew what he was asking, call it twin intuition…

Y/N: “yes I do I sent cliff with it earlier but is that because…”

Jensen nodded.

Jensen: “they want us to do one song right before we go up to help with the auction.”

You breathed in softly and smiled…

Y/N: “which one are we gonna do?”

Jensen: “they want something new, something that hasn’t been out very long… something with a strong female and male equality.”

Y/N: “anything specific come to mind?”

Jensen: “Bring me to life…”

He said those words and you got a chill up your spine you smiled as Misha held his arm to you and you took it. You walked with the guys to the car where Cliff drove all of you to the ball. You presented all your tickets and were admitted.

Misha: “for your first ball this is a pretty nice one to come to.”

Y/N: “omg it looks amazing…”

And you weren’t wrong either…

You could have sworn you were in a castle but you felt surprisingly not nervous. Then you and Jensen were found and escorted to do your sound checks. You kissed Misha on the cheek.

Misha: “I count the seconds till your return.”

Y/N: “as I do too ill be back shortly.”

You and Jensen went to the room they provided to you and sound checked ran through the song once and gave them the karaoke accompaniment.

Y/N: “are you sure we should do this one?”

Jensen: “sis it fits with the ball theme plus we do this they donate $5,000 but whatever anyone donates while we perform. Why not give it everything we got.”

Y/N: “it just this is the song that we first covered together after mom…”

You felt a tear start falling and you turned your head slightly.

Jensen: “its ok biscuit but we have to do this its for charity. We can visit mom when we get back to texas. Now can we do this without breaking into tears.”

You nodded and smiled lightly.

Y/N: “we will definitely try.”

Jensen and you walked out of there finding out when you’re on as you make your way to the table where Jared & Misha are sitting.

Jensen: “sound check is done and we did a once through of the song, we will go on when they tell us to.”

You sat there next to Misha who put his arm around you.

Misha: “babe your gonna do great. Ill be right here cheering you on.”

Jared: “ya and think about it this way at least nothing bad is gonna happen this time.”

Jensen: “don’t worry biscuit we will be amazing we always are.”

You nodded to all 3 statements as you relaxed a little clapping for the announcer.

Announcer: “welcome everyone to tonights ball, over the course of the evening we will be raising funds for a number of different things. Shelters, affordable housing, cancer research etc. we will also have a very special performance from 2 of 4 of our special guests… now we will have a nice meal then we will start the auction/donation taking.”

Then servers brought out the meal which of course you ate all of it considering you were eating for ‘3’ you didn’t think anything of how hungry you were. Then the announcer was up on stage again.

Announcer: “there are several art pieces around the room you may go, take a look and see which piece you may want to bid on… we will begin the auction momentarily.”

You got up and started walking around taking down a mental list of which ones you thought would look good in the house and then you saw one that looked amazing. You made mental note of that one. You knew your brother and Misha would approve of all of those, so you took photos of all of them and you went back to sit down.

Misha: “did you see any you liked?”

Y/N: “yes I did and when you see them you will know which ones I like and why… unless you look at the last few recent photos on my phone then you will know which ones to bid on.”

Misha took your phone and took a look at the photos and he handed your phone back to you with a smile on his face.

Y/N: “does that mean you agree with my choices?”

Misha: “absolutely babe…”

You smiled as the auctioneer came onto the stage to start the auction process. You, Misha, Jensen & Jared all waited patiently for one of the ones you wanted to be brought on stage. Then the first one on your list was brought up.

Auctioneer: “this lovely piece was done by one of our anonymous Vancouver locals. Lets start the bidding at $10,000…”

Someone yelled $10,000 then you got ready to out bid them…

Auctioneer: “I hear $10,000 do I hear…”

You raise your number.

Y/N: “$20,000”

Auctioneer: “i hear $20,000 do I hear 25…”

Someone in the crowd: “$25,000”

Y/N: “$30,000”

Someone in the crowd: “$40,000”

Misha was getting frustrated with this guy so he raised his number too.

Misha: “$70,000”

You smiled at your husband and looked quickly around the room as the auctioneer cleared his throat.

Auctioneer: “$70,000 going once, going twice, sold to number 43…”

You hugged Misha and then watched for the next one.

After another 10 paintings another one that you had on your small list came into view. You nudged Misha to look up and he smiled seeing it. Jensen and Jared also offered their expressions of realization why you liked that one so much.

Auctioneer: “this is a five panel piece it would make the perfect gift for someone whose expecting their first little one. Let’s start the bidding off at $40,000…”

Someone in the crowd: “45,000”

Misha: “55,000”

Someone in the crowd: “60,000”

Y/N: “100,000”

Auctioneer: “$100,000 going once, going twice, sold to number 42.”

You and misha looked at eachother and smiled now holding hands you knew that he was on board he was on your side. The auctioneer took another sharp breath in and then spoke again.

Auctioneer: “now ladies and gentlemen we only have a few paintings left to auction off but that will be in the second half feel free to donate during this next part, tonight we have the great honor of being in the midst of Television royalty. Some of the cast of supernatural is here. Jensen Ackles and his twin sister are gonna come up now and perform for you all. Feel free during this time to donate and take another look at the remaining paintings or grab some dainties as we welcome on the stage Jensen and Y/N”

Everyone cheered and clapped as you and Jensen walked up on stage grabbing your mics and jensen’s guitar you both greeted the crowd.

Jensen: “hows everyone doing tonight?”

The crowd answered very loudly.

Y/N: “this first song is one that my brother and I first covered when our mom passed away years ago it was the first song we ever sang together this is the first time we are performing it live. If you know it feel free to sing along but we didn’t change anything out of the song we just have out voices doing it like karaoke style.”

The musical accompany started as you breathed.

Y/N: “How can you see into my eyes like open doors? Leading you down, into my core Where I've become so numb, without a soul My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold Until you find it there, and lead it, back, home”

You were about to continue into the chorus alone when Jensen joined you.

Y/N & Jensen: “Wake me up inside Wake me up inside Call my name and save me from the dark Bid my blood to run Before I come undone Save me from the nothing I've become”

you were letting loose and having fun with this. You hoped to goodness that everyone in here was enjoying themselves.

Jensen: “Now that I know what I'm without You can't just leave me Breathe into me and make me real Bring me to life”

you joined your brother once again for the chorus.

Jensen & Y/N: “Wake me up inside Wake me up inside Call my name and save me from the dark Bid my blood to run Before I come undone Save me from the nothing I've become”

You let the autovoice do the part in between the bridge and that chorus. Then you picked up the bridge or at least the first half of it.

Y/N: “Frozen inside, without your touch Without your love, darling Only you are my life Among the dead”

You sang that part like you did before and then your brother joined in and you split the lines.

Jensen: “I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems”

Y/N: Got to open my eyes to everything”

Jensen: “Don't let me die here”

Y/N: “Bring, me, to, life”

You held that note for as long as possible and Jensen took the first bit of the chorus.

Jensen: “Wake me up inside

Wake me up inside

Call my name and save me from the dark”

You joined Jensen on the last bit.

Jensen & Y/N: “Bid my blood to run

Before I come undone

Save me from the nothing I've become”

Y/N: “Bring me to life”

Jensen: “Bring me to life”

Y/N & Jensen: “Bring me to life”

Upon ending the song you looked into Misha’s eyes and smiled blowing him a kiss as you side hugged your brother. The crowd went wild cheering for you eventually you heard…

Crowd: “encore encore encore encore…”

You looked at your brother who looked at the announcer and the auctioneer..

You whispered an idea in your brother’s ear and his face lit up like a Christmas tree.

Jensen: “ladies and gentlemen this next song will be mainly my sister’s voice but mine will be heard occasionally…”

Then the musical accompany for it started after misha went to the guy and gave him the song selection. You clapped your hand against your hip as you started to sing…

Y/N: “Ooh this my shit, All the girls stamp your feet like this, Few times I've been around that track, So it's not just gonna happen like that, 'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl, I ain't no hollaback girl”

Then you nodded at Jensen who joined you for this next bit.

Jensen & Y/N: “Few times I've been around that track So it's not just gonna happen like that 'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl I ain't no hollaback girl”

Y/N: “This my shit, this my shit This my shit, this my shit This my shit, this my shit This my shit, this my shit”

Y/N: “I heard that you were talking shit And you didn't think that I would hear it People hear you talking like that, getting everybody fired up So I'm ready to attack, gonna lead the pack Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out That's right, put your pom-poms down, getting everybody fired up”

Jensen: “Few times I've been around that track So it's not just gonna happen like that 'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl I ain't no hollaback girl”

You laughed at Jensen trying to sing it on his own.

Y/N & Jensen: “Few times I've been around that track So it's not just gonna happen like that 'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl I ain't no hollaback girl”

Y/N: “This my shit, this my shit This my shit, this my shit This my shit, this my shit This my shit, this my shit”

Y/N: “So that's right dude, meet me at the bleachers No principals, no student-teachers Both of us wanna be the winner, but there can only be one So I'm gonna fight, gonna give it my all Gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to ya That's right, I'm the last one standing, and another one bites the dust”

You let your brother have another try at it.

Jensen: “Few times I've been around that track So it's not just gonna happen like that 'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl I ain't no hollaback girl”

Then once more you joined in…

Jensen& Y/N: “Few times I've been around that track So it's not just gonna happen like that 'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl I ain't no hollaback girl”

Y/N: “This my shit, this my shit This my shit, this my shit This my shit, this my shit This my shit, this my shit”

For this next part you needed your brother’s help he had heard you sing this one so many times he should know it by now.

Jensen & Y/N: “Let me hear you say, this shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S! This shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S! Again this shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S! This shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S!”

Jensen: “Few times I've been around that track So it's not just gonna happen like that 'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl I ain't no hollaback girl”

Jensen & Y/N: “Few times I've been around that track So it's not just gonna happen like that 'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl I ain't no hollaback girl”

Y/N: This my shit, this my shit This my shit, this my shit This my shit, this my shit This my shit, this my shit”

Once more the crowd went wild after that you and Jensen did the last bit of the auction, then all tables were cleared and there was socializing and dancing and constantly you & your brother were asked to sign autographs and take photos it was a night to remember.

The day came you didn’t think it was that day but you felt it. It was your 3 month ultrasound. Misha looked at you as you both entered the ultrasound room.

Nurse: “ok dear here we go the gel might be a bit cold so I appoligize.”

The nurse showed you & Misha the screen.

Misha: “can we find out the genders please?”

Nurse: “of course just a moment please.”

You looked at Misha a little nervous at finding out the genders. The nurse smiled happily almost joyed to tell you the news.

Nurse: “it’s a boy & a girl. Congratulations.”

You kissed Misha passionately.