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You Know What You’re Doing Part 2

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Thanks to @sbcamp08 again for the beta! 

Words: 3,000

Warnings: fights, cussing, insecurity

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Back home, YN ran towards the stairs.

“How was-,” Danneel was cut off by YN racing past her and Jensen groaning. Snaking her arm out and around the teen’s waist, Dee pulled YN back to her side to talk things through, “Whoa, whoa. Hey! What’s going on?”

Jensen answered for her, interrupting before YN could get a word out, “She decided to do her own thing today. Every time I told her to hurry or move along, she just moved slower. She barely spoke and when she did she was quiet and curt, at best, sometimes downright rude.”

“Babe-,” Danneel started, wanting him to give YN a chance to speak her side.

“We took her in to give her a better chance at life and she just- sometimes I cannot understand why she-“

“Right, because it’s all about you!  This whole day was all about YOU. Jensen. Ross. Ackles.” YN snapped. “Or should I say, the star of the CW’s Supernatural. Ooooooooh.” She sneered, mocking him for emphasis. “You’re right. I wasn’t myself today. But y’know what? You’re right. I’m nobody, right?! Why would you care enough to ask why? It was all about getting to the brewery tonight and helping the Padalecki Family with this or that. Well, I had a bad day too, and you don’t even know why!” YN tried to hold in a sob, but it was too powerful. She couldn’t speak, so she ran up the stairs to her room. Jensen looked at Danneel who nodded her head towards the stairs, nonverbally telling him to follow YN.

“What, sweetheart? Hey, wait up.” He calmly chased after her with an even voice.

“What do you care? I’m just a foster kid. It’s not like I’m your kid. You don’t have to care, obviously. Give me back to the caseworker.  I almost due to get moved again anyway.”  YN plopped on her bed.

Jensen slowly entered her room behind her. “Considering you didn’t slam the door in my face, I’ll take that as permission to ask what’s up with you.”

“What does it matter? I never get a choice in anything. You went all day without asking, Jensen. Why would you act like you care now all of a sudden?”

“You’re right, and I’m sorry.”  He stood at the end of her bed. YN took a deep breath.

“The caseworker called. My grandma died last night before you got home from Vancouver.”

He stopped with a slow nod as he absorbed the information she threw in his face.

“What? The one that we took you to visit with the other week?” He tried to approach her, but she tensed up and scooted back on the bed. Jensen stopped.

“Yep, that one. The one that knew me inside and out. Can you just please leave?” YN was done with Jensen caring.

“No. Let’s talk about this. I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You kept ordering me around. I could barely get in a word before you were barking something else.” She played with her fingers.

“Can I do anything? Please?”

“You can leave. I won’t bother you any more than I already have. Thanks for taking me shopping today, but I want to be by myself right now.”

“I can understand that. I’m so sor-.”

“Please, just go away.” YN said  abruptly but without attitude, keeping her eyes on her lap.

“We’ll check on you in a little bit.” He slumped his shoulders and exited.

———

“Hey, YN.” Danneel knocked and opened her door.

“Jensen not ballsy enough to come back in here?” YN sassed..

“Knock it off,” Danneel sternly warned. “I’m sorry for your loss.  I know she meant a lot to you and we didn’t make it any easier.  What can we do to help you work through this?”

————-

Over the next few weeks, YN kept to herself.

“Hey, YN!” Jared stepped outside to greet her as she lay out on a  pool chair.

“No...,” YN groaned.

“Huh?”

“No. No pep talks. Please… I’m fine, everything is fine.”

“Okay, well I'm glad, but I wanted to tell you that the kids want you to come inside to play with them. Since you’re near the pool, I told them to stay inside so they don’t go near the water without floaties.”

“Oh,” YN sighed.

“What’s up, buttercup?”

“Jared. Come on… I don’t want to do this.” She whined.

“Stop. I know something is wrong. Talk to me.  I’m not Jensen or Danneel, I won’t go and tattle on you or gossip. Come on. Just talk to me.” He sat in the chair next to her and stretched out.

“Ugh. You’re incessant! You’ll follow me around all day today if I don’t talk to you. Won’t you?”

“Yep.”

“I’m just sad.  My grandma was amazing, and now she’s gone. I love Jay and Dee, but Gram knew me my whole life.”

“You’re really young to have to work through this, so don’t discredit that.” He turned and smiled. “It’s okay not to be okay. Remember that. There seems to be this idea that everyone needs to be cheery and grateful all the time. Those things are good, but it’s okay if you’re not. At least for a little while. Don’t sit in that for too long though.”

“I don’t have to be happy?” YN raised a brow.

“Nope. But you can’t lash out either. You can feel however you want, but you have to be aware that other people may not know or feel what you are feeling.  Make sense?”

“Yeah,” YN agreed

————-

She kept to herself not wanting to be with the family much. The Ackles’ didn’t know this, but she had been having nightmares most nights, hence why she was alone a lot: she was napping. One night Danneel heard a high-pitched scream and ran into YN’s room to find her gasping for breath.

“Babe, breathe. In and out.” Danneel had her sit up on her bed so that the foster mom could rub her back.

“I’m okay, Dee. Promise. Happens a lot.”

“You didn’t say anything about it. Does Jensen know?”

“No. He has been busy and upset with me, and you have the babies.  I’m fine.”

Dammit Jensen! She needs us. 

“That doesn’t mean we don’t have time for you, sweetheart. I’m so sorry you felt that you had to keep this to yourself. How about I hang out in here for a bit? Hopefully you can fall back asleep soon.”

“Umm, I’m not really used to someone helping me like that,” YN looked away.

“Oh, it’s okay, I don’t have to.”  Danneel sadly rubbed YN’s arm.

“It’s okay. Might be nice. I’d like to try.”

“Really?  Okay, scoot over while I turn off the lights.” Danneel walked over to the light switch, flipped it, and walked back to her foster daughter. When she settled next to YN, she started scratching her back. “Feel good?”

“Yeah. Thanks, Dee.”

The older female kissed the top of her head. YN’s body tightened, but eventually her breathing evened out as she relaxed back into sleep.

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“Why have you been so pissed at YN?  Every time you see her all you do is order her around or ignore her.” Danneel raised a brow at her husband via FaceTime.

“I- what?”  

“Check your damn attitude at the door, Jensen.  She has been having nightmares, and she didn’t tell us because she felt bad for intruding on our lives.  I assured her that she is one of ours and she is just as important as the little ones. Come on, Jen. I need your help with this. We need to be a team here.”

“I- I didn’t realize that I did that. She’s just been off lately so I guess I was reacting. I’ll talk to her when I get home.”

“Good idea. She needs you.”

“Yeah, sure.” He rolled his eyes.

“Stop it. Don’t act so flippant. She does. She is a teenager—a child. And YN has been having NIGHTMARES worrying about what we think.”

“Really?”

“Yes! Now get your act in gear, mister.”

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“Hey, YN. Sleep well last night?” Jensen leaned against her doorway. She looked up from her textbooks at her desk.

“I’m fine. Welcome home, Jensen.” YN weakly smiled at him over her shoulder, but kept her back to him.

“Talk to me,” he walked into her room.

“About…?”

“Dee mentioned you’d been having nightmares?” He shrugged.

“No.”

“You know, you could talk to Sasquatch if you want to, or we could look into a therapist. You’ve been through a lot lately.”

“‘Cuz you’re too busy, I know.” She slumped back onto her bed.

“No, not at all.  He is just easier to talk to sometimes. You can always talk to me.”

“No, I can’t. You just shout or ignore me. I’m glad you’re home, but I have to study. Can you close my door on the way out?”

“YN-“ Jensen took a deep breath. “Look, I’m trying to fix this. Please let me help. I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting. I know you aren’t used to people apologizing, but this is how it works. I did something wrong, and I am trying to make it right. Granted, it’s still up to you if you forgive me, but let me show you how a real family works, okay? Or at least how this family works.”

“Oh,” she hadn’t thought about the interaction in that way. “Okay, just don’t yell so much.”

“No yelling anymore. If I do, you get to sock me in the arm, deal?”

YN started giggling. “What?”

“This is what families do. We’re silly and emotional and we care about each other. You understand?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Remember, it’s up to you to forgive me. I’m sorry that I was so dismissive of you. That wasn’t fair of me. So while you mull that over… Would you like to go outside and shoot some hoops with me?”

“Nah, it’s okay. I still have homework to do.”

“C’mon. I know you’re a basketball player. I saw you come in with a ball the other night. And it was past curfew too.” He raised a brow.

“I’m sorry! I just needed some time-“

“I’m just kidding, kiddo.  It’s fine. You were home, that counts. Come on, show me whatcha got.”  

Jensen grabbed a basketball from the garage, and they went outside.

After they were done, they entered the house and fell into the couch.

“If you two are sweaty on my couch…” Danneel warned them.

“We’re not. Sorta.”  Jensen laughed.

They watched television until later in the evening.

Danneel walked by the living room on her way to bed when she saw Jensen and YN asleep on the couch. They were piled on top of each other, limbs all over the couch. She giggled and left them there for the night.

YN woke up leaning on Jensen. She froze.

Oh crap. I’m too close.    

She tried to scoot away from him without waking him, unfamiliar and a little uncomfortable with much touching. He stirred.

“Hey, pretty girl. It’s okay. I don’t mind. Stay cuddled.” He offered a sleepy smile. Jensen opened up his body for her to return to her original spot. YN frowned but leaned back down, receiving a kiss on her cheek.

Yes! Good girl. 

“Thanks, Jay.”

They fell back asleep until the little ones climbed on top of them.

“Our alarms went off,” Jensen laughed, motioning to the children on their laps.

“Yep.”

“Breakfast, sleepyheads!” Danneel walked into the living room. “Up!  You guys have been on the couch for 12 hours. Let’s get a move on.”  

“Drill sergeant much?” Jensen laughed.

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During the holiday season, the extended family members were invited to the Ackles’ residence. Nervous about so many new people, YN timidly hid behind Danneel and gripped the back of her shirt like a lifeline, peeking around her shoulder to meeting everyone.

“YN?”

YN dropped her grip on Danneel and turned to face the familiar voice. “Mimi? What-“

“You know each other?” Danneel watched as YN was embraced by the older couple.

“She was our neighbor in Dallas,” Alan answered with a smile, sauntering over to join the group. “We heard that Jensen and Danneel’s oldest kiddo was named YN, but we didn’t know it was you!” He beamed. “Miss you, sweetheart.”

“Missed you too, Pop.”

“Mimi...? Missed you…? Pop...?” Danneel hadn’t thought YN had a relationship with anyone before. 

“What a happy surprise!” Eyes softening with love and happiness that YN had known at least one loving relationship in her life, Danneel gestured for her foster child to go into the kitchen. “YN, you can put your place at the table near them if you’d like.” She saw a hint of a smile cross the girl's face and couldn’t help but returning a beaming grin.

“Jensen!” Danneel whispered excitedly, waving for her husband to join her.

Jensen turned from his conversation, moving closer.

“Your parents know YN!” Danneel could barely control the excitement in her voice.

“Wait. What? How? They live in Dallas…?”

Neither parent noticed YN return from the kitchen, walking up behind them and surprising them when she answered, “They live near the house I lived in before. That guy was bad, so they moved me.” YN shrugged and started scratching her arm, “Then I came here,” the scratches on her arm turning red, a tight smile belaying her nonchalance.

“Hey, no need for that.” Donna pulled YN’s hand from her opposite arm. “It’s okay. He’s gone now.” Squeezing her hand and reaching over to rub the irritated arm, she whispered, “No scratching.” Resuming a normal volume, Donna asked, “did you go move your place at the table so I can sit next to you?”

“Of course!” YN nodded before squeezing Donna’s hand in return.

……….

YN opened up more in the company of the sweet older couple. Danneel was surprised but absolutely elated to watch the normally withdrawn girl as she talked and laughed with the whole family and hugged both of her in-laws throughout the evening.

“I need to talk to you.” Alan stepped away from the group with Jensen. After they got settled in Jensen’s office, Alan proceeded to tell him about how the two parties became friends. “We knew he was bad news, and YN was such a sweet kid. She was rebellious but good. None of the the others really said much, but she always waved or gave us a smile. We noticed she became withdrawn, so we would invite her over for dinner. She even made nicknames for us, but she-“

“Do you know what happened?” Jensen interjected.

“Shut up, and I’ll tell you,” Alan said, curt with his son. Jensen closed his mouth. “I do know that she did things like scratch her arms and cower if someone became too loud. When she would visit her arms were always red or bloody from the scratching.”

“Dammit.”

“I don’t know what he did to her, and I know she has been here for a while, but I can see it in her face. Just- just do what you’ve been doing. Please. She’s amazing and-“

“Dad, I know,” Jensen grinned. “We have been through a lot together already, but things have worked out fairly well. She is opening up some. Let me know if she tells you anything?”

“Sure, kid.  Let’s go eat some pie.”

��———

“Hey, kiddo.” Jensen walked into YN’s room at midnight. She huffed. “Another bad dream?” YN tried to catch her breath.

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Hey, no need to apologize.  You can’t control it. Can I help calm you down?  Would you like me to stay?”

“You let me lean on you earlier.” YN started matter of factly. “I’m not used to…”

“Physical touch?” Jensen sat on the edge of the bed next to her and took her hand.

“Yeah. Can you stay? It makes me feel a little better.”

Her elementary description gave Jensen insight to the fact that she had not had exposure to that kind of love, or any kind of love.

“Of course. Come here.” He moved to lean against the headboard and opened his arm to invite her to snuggle into him, with YN under the covers and him on top. “Let’s hope these nightmares stay away tonight.  Go to sleep, sweetie.”

“Good night, Jensen.” YN gave him a sleepy half-snuggle half-hug before scooting to a more comfortable position. Falling asleep, she smiled to herself. Once she was breathing evenly Jensen untangled himself from her arms and left her sleeping peacefully, heading back to the living room to meet his parents and Danneel.

“She is out like a light.”

“Good, I hope she sleeps through the night,” Danneel sighed.

“That girl has been through so much.  Tomorrow is our last day here. Do you think we could take her for the day?” Donna looked over at them, puppy-eyes pleading the foster parents with a smile.

“I don’t see a problem with that, Mom. I’m sure she would love it.”

“I’m so glad she has you guys.” Danneel took Alan’s hand. “YN deserves some good.”

———

Good morning, YN!” Donna opened her arms for a hug.

“Hi,” she smiled.

“We have an idea. You can say no if you’re not interested.” Alan grinned.

“O- Okay?”

“Would you like to hang out with us today? I know it’s not the coolest to hang out with us old people, but we thought-“ Allen stumbled.

“Sure! YES! Really?” YN ran into Allen’s arms. “Can we?” She looked to her foster parents.

“We already agreed, as long as you’re okay with it,” Jensen offered a small smile.

“Thank you!” She ran into Jensen’s arms, appreciative of the opportunity. “When can we go? And where?!”

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[acklesforlife]

A thread about Jensen Ackles being a freakin real life angel and protecting everyone around him [x]|[x]

[princesssjared]

Happy Anniversary to Jensen and Danneel!

Since Jensen forgot to mention it, I’ve decided to make this small tribute.

They met when Danneel was dating one of Jensen’s old friends Riley Smith. But everything’s fair in love and in war, so a couple of years later, Jensen has found his true love in his ex-bff’s ex-girlfriend. Let’s all thank Riley for being so mature about it! Especially because, if they got together so quickly, that would mean they were both crushing on each other while Danneel was dating Riley, whoops!

They fell in love in the set of Ten Inch Hero, such a coincidence that their relationship is so early marked by the industry. Then, two years later they were engaged. Now, Jensen told us he was so nervous on the day he proposed, Danneel thought he was feeling sick (x). That’s normal, after all he loves her so much he was afraid she could say ‘no’. But I guess there was no reason to feel that way, since Danneel herself asked him about it! (x) Oh, these two love birds...

Until, the evil gossip columnist Ted Casablanca started having doubts about Jensen and Jared’s weddings authenticity - because they proposed on the same weekend, but that’s just another huge coincidence -, like there was anything to doubt! Jensen loves Danneel so much! Danneel, of course, went online to gloriously defend her and Jensen’s love, so she started a twitter war. With a gossip columnist.

But, it’s Hollywood, so after that, Ted calls Danneel to appear on his show where she confirmed the month of the wedding. Can’t go back now, can they?  (warning: second hand embarrassment most likely to happen watching this video)

The big day happened, everything was beautiful and expensive and it happened in a Hotel. Jensen’s family is very traditional and religious, so one would expect they would host their son’s wedding in a church, but maybe the church laws don’t apply for fake weddings?

As if a twitter war with Ted wasn’t enough, Danneel decided to post a photoshopped pic of her and Jensen (proof). So sorry Gen, but your photoshopped pregnancy pics weren’t the first ones :/. Now $$WHY$$ would she do that?  

Things never get boring with these two, right? I wish all the happiness to the fake couple, but don’t forget to keep your beard clean shaven, Jensen ;)

Bonus: 'Quick, Jensen! Show emotion, show people you’re in love, be believable!’ Jensen: *agressively puts his head on Danneel’s boobs*

 That’s true love, right there!

[wanderingcas]

the ship name for jensen and danneel is jenneel! at least is the one i see most of people use

ah perfect! that makes the most sense to me. thanks for clearing that up :’)

[percywinchester27]

Of course he will! He'd be happy as hell to see you 💖

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” you asked Danneel as you made your way from the airport to the set where Jensen was currently filming.

“Of course it is,” she answered while driving the car through the streets. Her gaze was on you for a few seconds before concentrating on the road again. “He wants us here. Believe me.”

“I wouldn’t be this confident. The last fight was a bad one and we didn’t get the chance to clear the air before he had to return to Vancouver.

“Trust me. He wants his family here on this day. All of his family and that includes his oldest daughter.” Danneel grabbed your hand where it was laying on top of your thigh and squeezed it.

You let out a sigh as you closed your eyes and leaned your head against the window, hoping that she was right and your father would be happy to see you on his birthday.

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[cooloddball]

As you go about your day, don't forget that Misha shared the JensenxDanneel 10th anniversary music video on his stories on instagram together with a photo of Cas. Not sus at all especially owing to the fact that the song had a line that says "I will be your bodyguard" ❤ you.

How could I forget?

Misha loves his two besties and was happy for them but he also needed to add a little zest lol. It's the whole "she may be my rock but I have some amazing pebbles" scenario all over again.

❤ you too, bro (gn)

[thewnchstrs]

Broken Halos: Chapter 3

Pairing: JensenXDanneel, JaredXGen, MishaXVicki

Summary: Y/N attends her parent’s funeral 

Disclaimers: funerals, mention of death, mentions of car accidents, ptsd

Word Count: 3.7k

S E R I E S  M A S T E R L I S T

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I felt the truck before I saw it, slamming into the side of us. I felt the backdoor crumple inward, my head banging forcefully against the window. I watched in slow motion as the car flipped, watching my dad’s hands hit the ceiling, mom covering her head. The car kept turning and turning, the impact sending us flying down the road with so much momentum I thought it would never end.

My seatbelt locked, keeping me tight against the seat even as the car finally came to a stop upside down on the road. My arms dangled under me. I blinked twice, my eyes wide as I mentally checked my body. I felt okay, but as I looked down at my leg, I could see the blossom of blood pluming on my jeans, trying not to look too long at the odd angle it was bent into.

My eyes traveled up to the front seat, dad slumped over the steering wheel, his head bleeding. Mom was crumpled against the dashboard.

“Dad,” I tried, but it felt like every time I tried to speak or even breathe my ribs were jutting into my lungs. “Mom!”

The pain began to grow, starting at my leg and then traveling all the way up my body but I didn’t care. I tried to unbuckle myself to get to them, but it was no use, I couldn’t move my arms.

“Mom!” I screamed again, my body screaming at me to stop. “Dad!”

“Y/N!” Jensen yelled, shaking me awake. I shot upwards in bed, clutching his forearms as I looked frantically around the room, my chest heaving. “It’s alright, it’s alright. You’re here.” I looked to Jensen now, my eyes wide as I gripped him tighter, feeling the sweat on my clothes. He watched me in concern, “You’re here.”

I slowed my breathing, looking past his shoulder and seeing Rocco standing at the end of the bed on high alert. I fell into Jensen as he held me close, his chin on the top of my head as he sighed deeply, running a hand up and down my arm. I kept my eyes wide open, scared that if I closed them again I would see them…like that.

After awhile, he looked down to me, “Are you okay?” I couldn’t find the words I needed so instead I nodded slowly, laying back down on the pillow. Jensen moved my hair back from my sweaty forehead. “I’ll go get you some water.” Jensen stood, pointing to Rocco, “Make sure she doesn’t go anywhere, alright?”

As if understanding completely, Rocco laid down close to my side, his head resting my chest. I watched as Jensen left the room, smoothing down Rocco’s fur on the top of his head as I willed my nightmare out of my head as I laid in the dark. I tried not to think about the way the metal sounded as it crumpled or the way the sound of shattering glass was the loudest thing I’d ever heard.

Almost immediately Jensen was back, sitting next to me on the bed. I sat up on my arm, taking two long gulps from it before shakily handing the glass back to him.

“Thank you,” I said. “Sorry I woke you up.”

“Don’t be sorry. Besides, Rocco was the one to come and get me,” he said, patting Rocco’s back as his eyes worriedly scanned my face. “Do you have nightmares a lot?”

I averted my gaze to the wall next to me, “Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“They’re just dreams.”

“Those didn’t seem like just dreams.”

He was right, they weren’t, they were memories. Ones my brain tried so hard to block out but for some reason they snaked their way back in, bits and pieces from that morning filtering themselves back into my head.

I pulled the blanket tighter around myself as I settled back against the bed, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Jensen hesitated. I knew he was battling with whether or not to prod me to open up on the subject or to leave it at that. However, as he looked at the clock on my bedside table that read nearly three in the morning and then over to my tired face, he chose the latter as he nodded slowly and patted my leg softly, “Let me know if you need anything.”

He left the room, keeping the door open just a crack. I listened as his footsteps went to the kitchen, the resounding sound of the glass cup in the sink, his feet shuffling across the living room and up the stairs to his room.

I turned on my back, using Rocco as an anchor so I wouldn’t spiral any further than I already had. I stared up at the ceiling as I tried to think about anything other than the dream, the crunch of metal that sounded so real I could’ve sworn I was back in that car, the sight of my parents as they laid lifeless in front of me.

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The snow fell steadily around us. I kept my eyes trained on the two oak caskets hovering over the open graves, not paying any attention to the eulogies of those family I didn’t even know we had, family that only ever showed up into our lives when something bad happened.

“They were great people, and even greater parents,” a woman, who I had assumed was a distant family member ended, smiling sadly as she folded up her piece of paper that was wetter than her eyes had been.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, pulling me from my thoughts as I realized it was my turn to speak. Jensen gave me a reassuring smile, helping me to the front of the group, the snow not a friend to the crutches I was still lugging around.

I looked up to the faces standing in a half circle around the caskets, trying to focus on the few that I could recognize: Jensen, Danneel, Jared, Gen, Misha and Vicki who were all off to the side. I pulled out a small folded piece of paper from my pocket, my hands shaking slightly, either from the cold, or knowing that this was my last chance to say something meaningful to my parents.

My eyes scanned the first of the words on the paper, reading and rereading them until they were just a useless jumble of letters. I felt the eyes of the people around me, staring me down as I folded the paper back up, stuffing it back into my pocket as I took a deep breath, “There’s a lot I could say about my parents and what all they did for me, but I know I don’t have that much time.” I looked across the group to Jensen who nodded softly, encouraging me to keeping going.

“My dad always used to tell me that everything happens for a reason, that no matter what life threw at you, there was always some…deeper meaning to it all. That one day, we’d look back and see all these little strings that connected one event to the next. For the longest time, I accepted this as fact. I thought, if something were to happen, then surely there would be good reason behind it. But, if I’m being honest, I’m having a hard time seeing the reasoning behind this one,” I swallowed roughly, large snowflakes collecting on my eyelashes.

“So, instead of trying to make sense of it all and driving myself crazy, I’ll focus on all the things I do know: that my parents loved each other more than anything in this world, and that I wouldn’t be who I am now if it weren’t for them.” I squeezed my hands together in front of me, willing my tears away in an attempt to keep myself together.

“My mom was my best friend, the one person that I could go to for anything, no matter how big or small, mom would always be waiting at home with open ears,” I thought about how much I wished mom could be here now, how I would do anything to just be able to talk to her. “But don’t be mistaken…mom was a badass.” A chorus of small chuckles came from the group. “She was the most amazing woman I’ve ever known.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, blinking back tears, “Dad was my superhero. He taught me everything I know, from changing a flat tire to showing me firsthand never to put dish soap in the dishwasher.” More laughs came from the group and the memory of watching the kitchen fill with bubbles pouring from the dishwasher and dad eventually giving up trying to clean it up.

“Together, they were inseparable,” I said. “Whether it was watching the same movie thousands of times because it was just so awful they couldn’t help but make fun of it every time, and finding it just as entertaining. Or spending every Sunday together going grocery shopping because it was the one day neither of them had to work, and they spent every waking minute together.”

I wiped at my cheeks, knowing that now was no different. Even now, they were together. “So I choose to remember them like that. I choose to remember them the way they were: singing songs too loudly in the car, dancing in the middle of the kitchen while making dinner…” I smiled softly to myself at the memories. “Those are the moments I’ll always carry with me.”

I picked up two flowers resting in a large bin at my feet, laying one on each of their caskets, touching the oak with my fingertips and letting them linger before slowly walking back to where I’d been standing.

One by one, the rest of the group added a flower to the pile while I stood in front of the open graves as people began to file back to their cars in silence. I acknowledged the hugs and the attempt at the encouraging words from attendees, but my main focus was on the two caskets laying next to each other, six feet under.

I was pulled from my thoughts as an older woman approached me, standing a few feet away as we both looked down into the open graves. She wore a long black fur coat, her gray hair hastily thrown to the top of her head and secured with a large clip. My eyes darted over to her, racking my memory for who this woman might be, but coming up short.

“That was a beautiful eulogy you gave,” she said. Her voice was raspy as if she hadn’t used it in a long, long time.

I tightened my grip on the crutches, “Thank you.”

Silence enveloped us again, the only sound coming from car doors being closed and the crunch of snow under shoes. I tried to focus on them, to really engrain this moment in my head as the last time I’d be in physical proximity to them, but my focus instead was on the old woman lingering next to me.

“You remind me so much of him, you know?” the woman said and this time, I looked over to her, her eyes already on me. “You look like her too, of course, but…you have so much of your father in you.”

I began to feel uneasy, my gut instinct telling me this lady was bad news, no matter how harmless she looked. “Do I know you?” I asked, sounding harsher than I meant for it to.

The woman looked slightly hurt, looking down at her gloved hands folded in front of her, “No, I suppose you don’t.” I watched as she turned to leave, hobbling through the multiple inches of snow. I was glad to finally be alone again, but there was a pull of something inside me that made me reach out to her again.

“Wait,” I said before she could get too far. She turned around, looking to me over her shoulder. “I’m sorry. I just…I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I’ve seen so many people here today I’ve never seen before. I never knew how close they were to so many people.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know,” she said. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, waiting for her to go on. “There’s so much they never told you. Things you deserve to know.”

I narrowed my eyes, “I’m sorry?”

A look passed over the woman’s face, one I could almost pinpoint as triumph, “I should get going, dear.”

“No,” I said, making her stop again as I made my way in front of her, blocking the way to the street. I scanned the woman’s face in confusion, trying to understand. “What do you know about them that I don’t?”

A slight grin danced across the woman’s face, a devious glint in her eyes when Jensen’s voice called out behind me. I ignored it, continuing to stare down the lady as she looked past my shoulder toward where the voice was coming from. She looked back to me, “Your family is calling you.”

“Y/N!” Jensen called again.

“Who are you?” I asked, ignoring Jensen. I took a step toward the woman who continued to stare into my eyes, something so deep and hateful behind them I could hardly stand it.

Footsteps came from behind me, followed by Jensen’s voice, “Hey, you ready to go?”

“We were just saying our goodbyes,” the woman said, not taking her eyes off of mine. “I’ll see you around, dear.”

I watched as the woman stepped sideways from me and retreated to the street. I turned around, leaning against my crutches as I watched her, confusion, anger and a hint of fear boiling inside me.

“One of your family members?” Jensen asked.

I continued to watch as she pulled open the front of a black car with tinted windows, doing nothing to ease my concerns, “I don’t know.”

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That night, Jensen and Danneel planned a small get together for me; a dinner just with our closest friends in order to take my mind off of the day. We all sat around the dining room table, talking, eating and laughing. Even though I was slightly unsure as to whether or not I wanted this, I was glad I’d agreed to it.

My first mistake was vocalizing that I was hungry enough for seconds, sending Jensen running into the kitchen and piling more food onto my plate, the rice becoming a mountain before I tried pushing him away, a smirk painted over his face.

“I can’t eat all of this,” I said, raising my eyebrows when Jared stuck his fork into the middle of the rice pile, transferring it to his own plate.

“Yeah, Jensen, she can’t eat all of this!”

“Give her her rice back!” Gen said, nudging Jared playfully.

“No, keep it, it’s enough to feed a village,” I said as I scooped a small amount of it into my hand and held it out to Rocco who sat patiently next to me.

“There’s more in the kitchen, Jared,” Danneel laughed.

“Will you bring the dessert out here?” Misha called to Jensen who retreated back into the kitchen.

“Go get it for yourself,” Vicki shot to him.

“I got it, I got it,” Jensen said as he came back to the dining room, balancing his own plate and the dessert in his arms, sliding them onto the table.

For the first time since the accident, things were finally starting to feel normal again. As normal as they could be, at least. I smiled at the sight in front of me: being surrounded by people who genuinely love and care about me.

Danneel nudged me, “You alright?”

I smiled and nodded, “I’m good.”

The high pitched sound of the phone ringing from the kitchen was what made Jensen set down his fork and knife. “I’ll get it,” he said, pecking Danneel’s cheek before standing from the table and into the kitchen. I looked over Jared’s plate, stabbing my fork into a piece of his chicken and stealing it away before he could take it back.

I nodded as I chewed, “This stuff is amazing, Vicki.”

Vicki smiled, motioning to Misha with her wine glass, “Misha made it, actually.”

I widened my eyes slightly, looking to Misha, “You made this?”

“Impressed?”

“Scared, actually,” I joked as Jensen came back into the room, looking slightly confused and less cheerful than he was before.

“Everything okay?” Danneel asked, but he didn’t sit down, only looking down at his phone before looking up to me. “It was the police. They need us to go into the station first thing tomorrow morning.”

The clink of forks and knives stopped. I paused mid-chew, furrowing my eyebrows, “For what?”

“He…he didn’t say, just that it was part of the case.”

“Case?” I said. “What case?”

I could tell Jensen was hesitating, trying to decide whether what he was about to tell me would put a damper on things or not. “The car accident. They’ve opened an investigation on it.”

I swallowed the chicken that now felt like concrete as it slid down my throat, “The crash was an accident. Why did they open an investigation?”

The look I got from Jensen told me he had as much of an idea as I did.

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The ride to the police station the next morning was quiet, the only sound coming from the radio. I watched the buildings pass by, slightly grateful for the thoughts racing through my head keeping my mind off of how fast the car was going and how much worse the snow seemed to be today.

The police station was stuffy on the inside. The smell of old books, dust and old coffee filled the small area. Jensen and I waited in the lobby, trying anything to keep our minds off of what could possibly be the reason for us having to be here.

“What do you think this could be about?” I asked, twisting my hands together in my lap after Jensen tried for the third time to get me talking about the news playing on the TV mounted on the wall.

“I don’t know…rob any stores lately?” Jensen joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Just the hardware store.”

“Hm,” Jensen nodded. “Good choice.”

It was then that a man came from the back behind the front counter. He was an older man with a graying beard and stern features, “Miss Y/L/N?”

Jensen and I quickly stood, following the man into a small conference room with a long table and numerous chairs.

“Go ahead and take a seat,” he said. “I’m detective Eric Lotz, I’ve been assigned to your parent’s case. Can I get you anything? Coffee? Water?”

“What are we doing here?” I asked, ignoring his question. “Why is there an open investigation?”

“Miss Y/L/N, I know you must have a lot of questions,” he said calmly. “But there are a few things I need to go over first.”

I didn’t like it, but I knew I wouldn’t get any of the answers I wanted if he didn’t get any from me. Detective Lotz sat down across from Jensen and I, his hands folded on the table in front of him. “Miss Y/L/N, do you remember what the weather was like the day of the accident?”

The question caught me off guard but I racked my brain nonetheless, “It was snowing, and icy. It was one of the coldest days this year.”

Detective Lotz looked as if he were about to tell me something I wouldn’t be able to handle, “Miss Y/L/N, it wasn’t snowing at all that day. It was the day before you’re thinking of. The day of the accident was the first time Vancouver had seen the sun in three days.”

“What does this have to do with the accident?” Jensen asked, sounding slightly irritated.

“What I’m trying to tell you, is that there wasn’t any ice on the highways that day, specifically near the crash.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, sitting up a little straighter, “How is that possible? The truck driver he- he hit a patch of ice and the truck spun out.”

“That’s what we’d assumed,” he said. “Miss Y/L/N, does the name Brian Kemper mean anything to you?”

“No,” I said, the shock of what he’d told me still no processing.

“Think as hard as you can-”

“She said the name doesn’t mean anything to her,” Jensen said, his voice rising angrily.

“Why are you asking me this?” I asked, clenching my jaw when he hesitated. “Please. My parents are gone, and if something happened to them that I don’t know about…” I paused, not trusting myself to not break down if I kept talking.

Detective Lotz hesitated, watching me carefully before he stood, grabbing a folder from a filing cabinet in the corner of the room, sliding it onto the middle of the table. Jensen and I glanced down at it before looking back up to him in confusion.

“I don’t know how to tell you this,” he said, making my heart pound even faster. “We don’t think the crash was an accident.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “What?”

“We have a team of investigators working the case now-”

“What do you mean you don’t think it was an accident?” I asked, feeling like everything was moving in slow motion.

Detective Lotz rested his hands on the top of the folder between us, opening the front cover, “We think there may have been foul play involved.”

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"Subtlety"

read it on the AO3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/11367513

by DeanRiordain

A short little coda to the phonecall between Misha and Danneel on 06.30.17, and the underlying cause it was made. Cockles fluff with some JensenxDanneel and Daddy!Jensen mixed in- but, of course, mostly Cockles.

Words: 946, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural RPF

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Danneel Harris, Justice Jay Ackles, Arrow and Zeppelin Ackles, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki (mentioned), Vicki Vantoch (mentioned), West and Maison Collins (Mentioned)

Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles/Danneel Harris, Misha Collins/Vicki Vantoch

Additional Tags: Cockles, Established Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins, Fluff, daddy!Jensen, Husband!Jensen, Awesome Danneel Harris, Phone Call between Misha/Danneel 06.30.17

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Toxic Love Epilogue

Epilogue (839 words)

Part [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]

Pairings: ReaderxJensen, Past JensenxDanneel

Warnings: Pregnancy, divorce

Summary: Jensen surprises you with an important question but you have some shocking new of your own.

The first year of yours and Jensen’s relationship wasn’t easy. In fact it was anything but.

Some where ridiculous, completely laughable, some were just damn right creepy. A few were scarily close to the truth, whispers of Jensen possibly cheating circulating the air. The two of you kept things on the down low, the fear of being found out looming over your heads even though there was no one longer anyone to hide from.

You were pleasantly surprised when you did finally let it slip. Of course you waited until the divorce had be finalised and everything had been settled until you made your first public appearance together. Most fans were excited, surprised but happy for you both besides the odd one or two making bitter remarks.

But none of that mattered to you. You had your friends approval, your families approval and most importantly you had JJ’s approval.

You could still remember the nerves that sent your stomach flipping as you approached the front door of Jensen’s new home, the one both he and his daughter now shared. You’d been so adamant on making a good first impression that you’d stopped in a local toy shop on your way over and bought her an unnecessary amount of gifts.

The minute you’d stepped though the door the blonde hurricane ran at you, her tiny arms wrapping around your leg in a greeting before she peaked a glance in your bags and insisted you played with her. Of course you couldn’t say no to that adorable little face and the two of you had been almost inseparable since.

“JJ c'mon it’s time to go see Shep and Tom!” Your voice travelled through the hallways as you dashed between rooms searching for your keys. You frowned as you struggling to remember the last time you’d seen them, a hand fumbling in your dresser draws hoping you’d find them in a jeans pocket.

You were about to give up and look somewhere else when your fingertips skimmed over a small box, the exterior cool and silk like. You instantly felt your throat dry up, your hands becoming clammy and your heart beating so hard against your chest you half expected it to burst.

“You looking for these?” Jensen appeared in the door way, your car keys swinging from his index finger and a cocky grin lingering on his face that soon dropped as your turned with the objected held firmly in your hand. “Oh.”

“J what’s this?” Your hand shakily out stretched to him, the box feeling ten times heavier than it should have been in your palm.

“Can’t hide anything from you.” He muttered under his breath, head shaking with a small smile as he took the jewellery from you. “This isn’t exactly how I planned to do this.”

“To do what?” You squeaked, breathe hitched as your eyes widened, you didn’t need him to speak to know the answer.

“I think you know.” He laughed at you, sinking down to one knee, your body freezing in front of his. “Y/N I know we didn’t have the best start, but I wouldn’t change this- change you for the world. I was stupid for thinking we could sneak around, for keeping us strictly behind closes doors. But I don’t want to hide anymore, I want every single person to know how much you mean to me, how much I love you. Marry me Y/N.”

“I have a present for you.” You blurted out, quickly turned your back to him so you could ruffle through your bag.

“That wasn’t exactly the answer I was looking for.” He chuckled anxiously, suddenly feeling stupid for still being on the floor.

“Here.” You practically threw the small gift box at him, watching his face intensely as it changed from confusion to misbelief to shock to happiness, to confusion again.

“Is this- Does this mean?” He gulped, the sound echoing off the walls as his eyes peered back down at the test in his hands.

“I’m pregnant.” The sound Jensen made at the news was unpredictable and you couldn’t help but grin as he leapt at you, arms engulfing your body.

“Yes.” You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, the happiness completely overwhelming you.

“This is unbelievable!” He peppered your forehead with kisses, his stubble lightly scratching at your skin as his hand fell down to your stomach.

“No J, my answers yes.” You pulled back just in time to see his eyes brim with tears, your insides melting at the sight.

“You mean it?!” You could hear the wary in his tone, the fear that this wasn’t completely true and any minute he’d wake up now.

“More than anything.” It was your turn to hug him now, your arms finding his neck the same time your legs found his waist, the two of you giggling in bliss.

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Date Night Gone Wrong

Title: Date Night Gone Wrong

AO3

Chapter No./One-Shot/ Drabble: One-Shot

Words: 1704

Pairing: JensenxDanneel (Jenneel)

Warnings: bad luck, a bit of swearing, fluff

Author’s Note: I blame Kari (@thing-you-do-with-that-thing ) for this and hope that she likes it and is satisfied. I know you asked for Date Night but you didn’t specify exactly what :P My first pure Jenneel fic too so please be a bit gentle with me? Thanks to @roxyspearing for beta reading!

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Jenneel LoveFest

Jensen was looking at his flat tire. This was just the tip of the iceberg. Everything had gone wrong. Everything. He just wanted to have a nice night out with his wife. Was that too much to ask?

Flashback to a few hours earlier:

“Danneel! JJ! Are you ready yet?” Jensen yelled up the stairs, Zeppelin in his arms while arrow already was in her baby carrier.  

“Just a second, Daddy!” JJ called back with laughter in her voice.

Jensen looked at the baby in his arms with a small smile on his lips.

“Women, right Zep?” The infant in his arms just gurgled and stretched his hand out. “You’ll learn soon enough,” he chuckled, hoisting his boy against his shoulder, tapping his hand lightly against his sons back, since he just finished his bottle a few moments ago.

“Wanna have you and your sister all nice and sleepy for Gen and Jared,” Jensen murmured more to himself then his son as he paced up and down in the living room.

The next moment a loud burp came from his son but this wasn’t the only thing coming out of his mouth.

“Really, Zep?” Jensen questioned shocked, looking over his shoulder after feeling the wetness there. “That’s one of my best shirts.”

“Jensen?” Danneel asked as she came down the stairs with JJ in her arms. “Something wrong?”

“Nothing,” he sighed. “Your son just vomited all over me.” His face morphed into a disgusted frown as he pulled his son away from his shoulder. “Now I need to change. Again.”

“Well, first off. He is our son,” chuckled his wife as his oldest daughter grinned at his misfortune. “And secondly: How often have I told you to lay a towel across your shoulder when you burp him or Arrow? I hope you finally learned something today?”

Jensen rolled his eyes but couldn’t argue since Danneel was right. She did tell him to use a towel. It was his own fault.

“Could you please hold our son? I need to change.”

Danneel sat JJ down on her feet before taking Zep from Jensen arms and cleaning his mouth from the vomit with a towel lying on the couch. Jensen was not going to think about the fact that it was laying right there for him to take.

“Hurry up. Jared and Gen are already waiting for us,” Danneel said, not able to suppress a smirk as he ran up the stairs.

“Yeah, yeah.”

This was only the first mishap of the evening.

10 minutes later the Ackles finally stood before the front door of the Padalecki home, handing over their children to their two best friends.

“Be good for Uncle Jared and Auntie Mum, okay?” Danneel asked of her daughter as she stroke over her hair.

“I’m sure she will be,” Gen said, smiling at her best friend. “You two go and have a fun night out. You deserve it.”

“Thank you so much for taking them for the evening.”

“It’s no problem. It’s your turn next week after all. Now shoo!”

“Alright, alright. We’re going,” Danneel said, taking her husband's hand in hers and making her way over to their car.

“Someone is eager, ha?” Jensen teased as he climbed behind the wheel.

“Yep. It’s been a long time since we had a night out alone,” she answered, grinning. “Start the car and let’s go!”

“Yes ma’am!”

The second mishap happened as they got to the restaurant Jensen made a reservation at the week before from Vancouver.

“I’m sorry, Sir, we don’t have a reservation under the name Ackles for today,” apologized the hostess.

“That can’t be possible. I just called last week to confirm it,” Jensen countered, trying to remain calm.

“I’m so sorry, Sir. They seem to be a mix up of the dates. I have a reservation under Ackles for tomorrow.”

“Oh come on,” he said, frowning.

“Is there any way you could squeeze us in tonight?” Danneel asked, standing next to her husband and laying a hand on his arm to ground him.

“I’m afraid not ma’am. We’re fully booked for the evening,” the hostess explained with guilty eyes.

“Damn it,” Jensen cursed. First his shirt and now this. It was like the night was cursed or something.

“You could come back tomorrow?” inquired the hostess still sounding guilty.

“I’m flying out tomorrow afternoon. You can cancel the reservation,” Jensen snapped. The hand of his wife squeezed his arm for a moment and he breathed deep to calm himself. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. We won’t be able to make the reservation tomorrow. Please cancel it.”

“I’m really sorry, Sir. I would like to give you a voucher as a compensation for you and your wife,” she suggested and held out an envelope which Danneel took and put in her purse.

“Thank you,” his wife said, taking his hand in hers to lead him out of the restaurant. “We can go to your favourite diner? I do feel like I could eat a burger anyway.

Jensen sighed. “This evening was supposed to be special.”

“And it is still going to be,” Danneel insisted. “We don’t need a fancy dinner do make it special.”

“You’re right,” he agreed after a moment, laying his arm around his wife and giving her a kiss on her temple. “Fuck the fancy dinner.”

Little did he know that mishap three laid right around the corner.

They were sitting in a corner booth in the diner, both eating a burger and enjoying the taste of it.

“This was a great idea,” Jensen praised after swallowing a bite. “That’s why I married you.”

“I hope that’s not the only reason,” Danneel replied, smiling and winking which made him laugh.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he teased.

“Can I get you anything else?”, the waitress asked, who had come over to check on them

“Yes, another milkshake for me please,” Jensen ordered and looked at his wife.

“For me too, please.”

“Coming right up,” she responded, getting back to the counter.

They ate in silence for a while after that, just enjoying each others company.

“This was so great,” Jensen announced a few moments later, stretching his arms above his hand. The next moment he had his ordered milkshake all over his lap since he hit the tray of the waitress who wanted to bring them their drinks right out of her hand. It landed on the floor while one of the milkshakes fell on the table and spilled their contents all over the tabletop and Jensen’s lap. He was lucky that the glasses didn't break.

“Son of a bitch,” he cursed, springing up and looking at his legs.

“I’m so sorry,” apologized the waitress, starting to mop up the mess with a rag.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s my fault,” Jensen said, grabbing the napkins on the table to clean himself up. His wife was trying to hide her laugh behind her hand but didn’t succeed. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. I bet this is funny to you.”

“It is,” she chuckled, looking not a bit sorry. “You have the worst luck today.

“Don’t I know it,” he grumbled, sitting down again after the worst was cleaned off.

“I’m so sorry, Sir. I’ll bring you two new milkshakes right away,” the waitress offered but he waved her off.

“Don’t bother. We’re ready to leave now anyway,” he explained looking at his wife’s empty plate. “Just bring us the check.”

“Right away, Sir!”

“This night is the worst,” Jensen declared as they left the diner. Danneel was still chuckling a bit when she hooked her arm through his.

“Be happy. Since we’re going home now it can’t get any worse,” she murmured into his cheek before giving him a kiss.

“Don’t say that!” he protested. “You jinxed it now!”

“Oh come on Jensen. What can possibly happen now?”

He grumbled to himself instead of answering which made her grin. Her husband was so cute sometimes.

As they neared their car, Jensen could already see that something wasn’t right with the way it stood at the pavement. He squinted, trying to see better and came to an abrupt halt as he saw what was wrong.

“You were saying?” he challenged, raising an eyebrow and pointed at the flat tire on the passenger side.

“I…,” Danneel started but stopped herself. What was there to say?

Jensen was looking at his flat tire. This was just the tip of the iceberg. Everything had gone wrong. Everything. He just wanted to have a nice night out with his wife. Was that too much to ask?

“It’s like I’m really cursed,” he said out loud, running his fingers through his hair and over his face.

“Jensen,” Danneel began, stroking his back in comfort. “Let’s take a cab home. We can tow the car tomorrow.”

He took her other hand in his and gave it a squeeze. “I’m so sorry that I ruined the night.”

“You didn’t. I got to spend some alone time with you. That’s all I want and need. We could have stayed home and watch a movie in our PJ’s for all I care.

Her husband just sighed, still looking at the car.

“Come on. Let’s go home, honey. The night is not over yet. We can still make it fun,” she tried, turning his head to give a sweet kiss on his lips.

“But,” he started but she interrupted him.

“No buts! We’re hailing a cab and settling in on the couch and watch some movies. You’re even allowed to choose? How does that sound?”

Jensen began to smile. “Sounds good to me,” he answered, eyes shining with love.

“Good. Then come one,” Danneel said, taking his hand to lead him a bit away from the car but he didn’t budge. “What?” she asked after turning around to him.

“Come here,” he replied, the fond smile still on his face and tugging her into his arms. The next moment his lips were on hers in a passionate kiss. She sighed, melting against him and putting her arms around his neck.

“What was that for?” she asked after they broke apart.

“Just being you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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