#so mason it was just flirting and nothing serious until she catches feelings and it takes her off guard asdffgifd

[thedeadthree]

— MC MOODBOARDS; EIRINI DIMITROU, the wayhaven chronicles (x)

if it soo interests you… what was your name again? mason? let me run things down for you. my dad right, HE was the detective here. THEN, he died and mommy dearest decided she didn’t want to play mommy anymore so my brother took over. Bless his heart honestly. Elias? The best. Rebecca? Not so much. I, am the fbi’s not a hot mess criminal psychologist, and am here to aid the investigation into this towns serial killer problem. so who in the hell is pulling the prank of the century on me by telling me, yours truly, that vampires are real? you’re cute but you’re full of it bud.

💌 + eirini requested by the sweetest dear @scungilliwoman for the mc moodboard asks 🤍

[onlyyyariii]

Psychopath

*******

"They're looking at you." Ethan growled, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"I know Ethan. They always do."

"Well I don't like it."

He turns and glares at them. They laugh and look away from us.

"Have you heard about the serial killer that's on the loose? It's terrible, what's happening to these people."

"Yeah it's a real shame."

"Ethan come on I'm serious. Someone is out there killing people. I want you to be safe. I love you so much and I don't want you taken away from me."

I lean over the bar to place a kiss to his lips. He deepens it for a moment before pulling away.

"I wouldn't worry about me, Li."

"All I can do is worry about you."

"Well I'll try to be more careful alright?"

I nod before turning back to make another drink. I've been working at this bar for a few months now. Ethan, my fiance, comes to visit me every now and then during my shift. A lot of my customers being old men, hit on me. I'm perfectly content with how my life is now. I love Ethan with all my heart and nothing will ever change that.

"I'll be back to pick you up after work." Ethan says, stepping down from the stool.

"I'm working til 2, E. That's really early and you have work tomorrow."

"Babe, I love you and I want to bring you home."

"Okay," I laughed.

I kissed him goodbye before returning to the bar.

Ethan's POV:

I watched as the guy who was checking her out before walked up to her now that I'd left.

"Hey sweetheart, how about another drink?"

"Of course. What would you like?"

"Tequila and lime. How bout you come sit with me and the boys when you're on break."

"No I'm fine. I have a fiance and we're perfectly happy together."

I smiled knowing she's mine. But I'm so killing that guy later.

"Come on baby we only want to talk."

"Then you'll start eye-f*****g me. I only want my fiance to eye f**k me so the answer is still no."

He sneered, "You'll regret that, you b***h."

"Here's your drink sir."

She "accidentally" poured the alcohol on him. I smirked, that's my girl.

"Oh I'm so sorry!"

"Shut up. I'll be leaving now."

He walks back over to his boys. My time to shine. I walk out the club and go around the back. They don't have cameras here which is stupid. I open the seat on my bike and grab the switchblade. Nice and shiny, pointed objects are my favorite thing to kill with. A shard of glass to the throat, my switchblade to the chest, maybe a nice pipe to the head. They're all very good methods. All ones that I've performed in the past 3 months. They get the job done quickly. I sit down on the bike and wait for them. When they come walking around the side, they stare at me and laugh.

"You waiting for your little fiance in there?"

"Sure am."

"Well she's a whore," they say, stopping in front of me.

"Oh don't get too close. I bite."

They all get up in my face. Smirking, I push the switchblade into the ones chest. After pushing him off, he falls to the ground choking violently. His friends look at him then back to me.

"You stabbed him!" he screams.

"D**n right I did. Now which one of you, wants to go next?"

I killed them, one by one. After the three of them were dead I get on my bike and drive home. That's three more people who'll stay away from Liana. I change and shower before lying in bed. Liana will call me when she has to be picked up. Closing my eyes, I rest my head against a pillow drifting into a light slumber.

Liana’s POV:

Walking around the back of the club, I come across three bodies. I scream loudly. It was the three guys from the bar. Someone killed them! I rush to grab my phone out of my pocket.

"911 what is your emergency?"

"Three guys have been killed around the back of Fantasia."

"Alright ma'am. I just sent a message to the nearby police. I would like you to stay on the line until they get there."

"Of course."

Looking around the scene, something shiny catches my eye. I know I shouldn't touch anything but I'm curious. I walk over to the object and pick it up. It's a switchblade knife. Looking closer there are letters engraved on it. Perhaps a little message?

'EGD, all my love, LMS.'

Oh my god. This is Ethan's switchblade I bought him for his first birthday we spent together. No. He couldn't possibly be the- I gasp. Flipping open the blade I notice the dried blood. Sobs rack my body. Ethan is the killer. Ethan is the serial killer that's been running rampant for the past three months. I can't let them find this. I quickly hide the blade in my back pocket.

"Ma'am?"

"Oh yes, I'm sorry I zoned out. It's just the bodies I-"

"No, I understand completely. The police should be arriving very shortly."

I step away from the bodies. I check myself from head to toe to see if any blood got on me. Luckily it didn't. Checking the time I see it's around 1:30 in the morning. When did he kill these guys? A police siren blares as many cars pull around the club.

"Oh they're here."

"Of course, you may leave the line at this time."

"Thank you so much." I say, hanging up.

Many officers jump out of their cars and come over to assess the situation at hand. An older police officer walks up to me. He has a notepad and pencil in his hands.

"Hello, my name is Officer Michael Monroe, I'm going to ask you some questions if that's alright with you."

"Of course."

"Alright, when did you find the bodies, Ms...?"

"Liana Summers. I found them just about 15 minutes ago. They were already dead before I got out here. There's so much blood."

"Yes Ms. Summers we understand that. Did you know any of the victims?"

"Yes, but not personally. They have been hitting on me for the past few weeks. I work the bar inside the club. I always rejected them of course."

"Of course. Would you like a ride home?"

"That would be lovely thank you officer Monroe."

I get into the backseat of one of the police cars and wait for an officer to drive me home. One the cars starts up I assume the man will need my address.

"I live at 156 Mason Lane. It's an apartment building."

"We're nearing that building now."

Once we arrive I quickly jump out and thank the man for driving me. I watch as he drives back towards the crime scene. Making my way up to the third floor, all these thoughts force their way into my mind. Why has Ethan been doing this? How did I not know about it? How could he kill people but then act normal the next day? How did I not catch on to his actions? I open the door to my apartment and make my way to the bathroom. I take a nice warm shower then walk into Ethan and I's shared bedroom. He's sleeping peacefully on our bed. He looks so young and innocent as he sleeps. How could he be a murderer? Sudden anger fuels through me. I get dressed in one of his t-shirt's and underwear before grabbing the switchblade out of my pants. I clean it off and wake him up.

"I'm up- Liana how'd you get home?"

"The police brought me," I won't tell him I found the switchblade yet, I want to see if he'll tell me what he's done, "I found the bodies."

He has a look of remorse on his face, not for the men but for me.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that." He pulls me into a hug.

I know he's a murderer and all but he's still my Ethan. I melt into his embrace as tears drip down my face.

"How could you do that to people Ethan?"

He tenses up and then pulls back.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? Ethan I found your switchblade with the blood on it! How could you kill innocent people!?"

A scowl settles on his face, "They weren't innocent."

"Baby you killed them. You murdered them, and for what?"

"For you. I did it for you. They were staring at you. They tried to lie to me and tell me that you wanted them. I was trying to protect you!"

"The only thing I was scared of was the serial killer, and the serial killer is you."

I pull farther away from his body. I love him with all my heart but- he's killed people. Somehow this feels like my fault.

"No no no Liana please. Please don't leave me. I did this for us baby. They wanted you. All of them. All of the people I got rid of wanted to take you away from me."

I stop moving. Of course. This all makes sense now. All the people that have died, somehow or another flirted with me in front of Ethan. He's very possessive. I was warned by his ex girlfriend. I just failed to see it.

"Ethan?" I say, turning toward him.

"Yes?"

"I love you. I love my Ethan. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, so- I forgive you. I love you enough to look past these... mistakes. Please tell me you'll stop. You'll stop for me."

He looks at me. Anguish present on his features. He's an addict. He's addicted to the game. His game.

"You can't, can you? It pains me, to realize that I'm in love with a psychopath. But I just can't leave you."

"You can't?"

"No, I've loved you for far to long to give up now."

I rush over to him and he pulls me into his arms. I love him far to much to give up on him now. I pull his lips to mine. We stand by our bed, liplocked and crying all at once. He pulls away and smirks at me.

"Make up s**?" He suggests.

I giggle, "I want you to be rough with me."

"Rough?"

"Very rough."

*******

Moral of the story, Liana liked that he was protecting her. They became Bonnie and Clyde more or less, without the robbing part.

Tag list: @grantzarrr @luxplsr @rhyrhy462 @fangdolan @blindedbythelightt @333dolans

[rickyxginaa]

Skate Park

a/n: I AM SO SORRY this definitely was supposed to be posted last week but then the end of the semester stressed me tf out and now we’re here!! but i made it extra long to make up for the delay <3

Part One

*****

“Well, if it isn’t the Ricky Bowen himself.”

Ricky and Gina’s conversation is interrupted by a teenage boy with dirty blonde surfer hair wearing a tight, long sleeve shirt that definitely emphasized his six-pack.

Ricky laughed and dapped the boy up, “What’s up, Mason?”

“Not much, but we missed you man! Where have you been?”

“You know, school and stuff.”

“Ah whatever, it’s all good. Gina’s been keeping us company.” Mason went over and hugged Gina for barely more than five seconds but to Ricky, it felt like an eternity. He didn’t know the two would be as close as they were but then again, he doesn’t really know anything about Gina’s life anymore.

“I’m way better anyway.” Gina joked as she let go of Mason and went to greet the rest of the guys she usually hangs out with each weekend leaving Ricky and Mason alone.

“Damn right.” Mason said under his breath while staring at Gina as she walked away. Ricky looked back and forth between the both of them and grew suspicious.

“Do you like her or something?” Ricky asked with evident attitude in his voice.

“Like her? No. She’s gorgeous and we flirt sometimes but she definitely has feelings for someone else.” 

Ricky decided to ignore the whole ‘flirting’ comment. What really intrigued him was what Mason said about her having feelings for someone else. “How do you know she likes someone?”

“Dude, she’s resisting me. That’s the only logical explanation.”

Who can it be? It can’t be anyone from their friend group because everyone is basically in a relationship. Maybe it was Rico, he had caught him eyeing her at rehearsals the other day. Or maybe it’s EJ, she does live with his cousin and they hang out all the time so it only makes sense that she’s fallen for him. Unless, Ricky was completely wrong about both of them and Mason was just trying to protect his fragile ego because Gina isn’t falling at his feet. He thought it’d be best to go with the latter.

“Why do you even care anyway? Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Mason said. Ricky furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Mason goes to West High and they haven’t talked since the beginning of the school year, so Ricky wondered how he even knew about Nini. 

The curly haired boy began to notice Gina down in the rink practicing her tricks and was anxious to join her so he cut the conversation with Mason short.

“Um, yeah I do. But we’ll catch up later, alright?” Ricky moved towards Gina with his skateboard. 

*****

Two hours had passed and during that time the two teenagers were the happiest they’d been in weeks. Ricky caught up with all his skater friends and Gina even ended up teaching Ricky some new tricks. Of course, Mason incessantly flipped his pretty hair and tried flirting with Gina but unfortunately for him, she was too consumed by Ricky. Gina’s not blind, she knows how attractive Mason is and she’s picked up on his frequent flirtations. She’d be an idiot to not give it a chance. 

Nonetheless, she couldn’t get past the fact that his piercing green eyes don’t mesmerize her the same way Rick’y chocolate eyes did. Nor was his wavy hair shaped into delicate curls. Gina could go on and on about how Mason and pretty much any other guy she’s ever met will never compare to Ricky. But that’s not a particularly healthy strategy since she’s supposed to be moving on from him.

Although they were having a great time, it was getting late and both of them had to be home soon. 

“I had so much fun tonight.” Gina smiled from ear to ear as she took off her gear.

“Same here. You’re pretty good, Porter. But don’t worry, I’m gonna get my title back.” Ricky teased.

“Does that mean I’ll be seeing you next weekend, Bowen?”

“As Troy Bolton would say, bet on it.” Ricky cringed as soon as the words came out of his mouth followed by Gina’s laughter.

“I think all these musicals are finally getting to you.”

“They really are. But um, do you need a ride home? We could stop for ice cream if you want?” Her heart started pounding. If Gina didn’t know any better, she’d think Ricky just asked her on some kind of informal date. But of course, Nini was the one that he loved, not her. 

Before she could respond, Mason appeared. “Hey G, need a ride home?” 

Ricky visibly sucked in a breath as he shoved his hands deep into his pockets. Mason had been getting on his nerves a lot more than usual tonight and Ricky couldn’t really figure out why.

Gina glanced over at Ricky. She could either go get ice cream with the boy who she was supposed to be getting over or ride home with the boy who was most likely just trying to get in her pants. 

“Uh, actually Ricky’s taking me home.”

She was never good at making decisions anyway.

*****

Ricky and Gina sat in Ashlyn’s driveway in his car while enjoying their frozen treats.

“Ugh, you have no idea how long it’s been since I’ve had ice cream. Ashlyn’s mom is starting this new diet and forbids anything that’s actually edible.” Gina excitedly licked her chocolate ice cream, unaware that she accidentally got some on her nose. Ricky smirked at the sight.

“What?” Gina wondered what could be so funny about her basically being starved by Ashlyn’s mom.

“Um, you just got a little something.” Ricky reached over and gently wiped the ice cream with his thumb. His touch sent shivers down Gina’s spine, it’s been so long since they had any kind of physical contact and it was taking an obvious effect on the teenage girl. To her dismay, it seemed as though Ricky was completely unfazed. 

“I forgot to thank you. For tonight, I mean. You really helped get my mind off things.” Ricky ran his free hand through his locks. 

Gina nodded. “Of course Ricky. Now, if you don’t mind me asking, what was your fight with Nini about?” 

Ricky’s shoulders tensed as he was reminded of the huge argument him and his girlfriend had beforehand. He wasn’t exactly in the mood to talk about that particular subject but it’s been proven time and time again that he couldn’t say no to the girl sitting beside him. 

“If I tell you, will you answer a question of mine?” If Ricky was going to indulge in his relationship with Nini, he might as well get something out of it.

Gina shrugged her shoulders, “Sure, whatever you want.”

Ricky took a deep breath and exhaled, “Um, you probably haven’t noticed but Nini and I are not exactly ... good right now.” She would think that upon hearing this news, she’d be ecstatic. But that wasn’t how Gina was now, she wanted Ricky’s happiness and seeing him in pain just made her world crumble. 

“Every day, it’s a new fight. Sometimes I wonder why we’re even dating anymore. Which is what my idiot self told her today and it was just some big blow up. Things were said, she threw me out of her house and now I’m here.” Ricky slowly looked at Gina to see her reaction, sadness was written all over her beautiful face.

“Ricky, I may not have been at East High long but ... I know you and Nini are good for each other. Sure, you guys have been hitting some bumps but c’mon, you’re the Ricky and Nini. Your love will bring you back together, just give it time.” Gina always puts Ricky’s feelings above her own, she’s like that way with everybody. If that meant putting on a facade, so be it.

Ricky scoffed, “You think so?” 

Gina plastered a small smile on her face, “I know so.”

“Well, I guess it’s time for my question. Mason mentioned that he’s been flirting with you but he thinks you like someone else. Is that true?”

Gina was taken aback by his question. Was he serious? Why does he want to know if I like someone? If they lived in a parallel universe maybe she would find the courage to admit that her feelings for him were growing uncontrollably and how she’s terrified of this newfound feeling. Maybe she’d confess how hurt she was when he dropped their friendship like it was nothing even after everything they’ve been through. Alas, she couldn’t possibly say any of that.

“If you’re asking me if I like Mason, the answer is no.” A heavy weight lifted off of Ricky’s shoulders. Good, he thought, she deserved much better than him. She didn’t fully answer his question but it’ll have to do. “My turn again, do you still have that terrible hat I made you?”

Ricky’s face brightened as he pulled the middle console up and grabbed the hat Gina made, it felt like years since she initially gave it to him.

“Got it right here, I would never throw it away. Do you still have that hoodie I gave you when we went to the mall that one day?”

Gina smiled to herself as she thought of that memory, “Yeah, it’s hanging in my closet.” She made sure to leave out the minor detail of how she had slept in that hoodie on multiple occasions, up until Ashlyn brought her back to reality. 

She still had it. Ricky didn’t know why but he felt this strong urge to do something, anything. He found himself leaning closer towards her, causing Gina’s entire body to freeze. All common sense Ricky had inside him flew out the window as he looked down at her soft lips and back up to her wide brown eyes.

Gina had no idea what was happening, with Ricky being so unbelievably close to her, it was impossible to think clearly. Ricky just wanted to feel that passion again, the kind of passion he knows he would feel with Gina. He wanted to feel like he actually mattered to someone. He stared longingly at her face as he pushed a stray curl behind her ear. 

Gina was sure he could hear her heart physically exploding inside her chest but remained silent as she was unsure of where this was going. He lightly placed his finger under her chin as she bit her lip. He couldn’t take it anymore, she was driving him crazy. He had missed her so much over the past few weeks and tonight proved that he never wanted to be away from her again. 

One kiss, that’s all he needed. 

“Kiss me.” Ricky whispered. 

[winchesterbrotherstan]

Kong: Skull Island- Photographs and Flirts

Pairing: Flirty Reg Slivko x Irene Brown

James Conrad x Irene Brown (brother-sister relationship)

Jack Chapman x Irene Brown (brother-sister relationship)

Summary: Mason breaks out her camera, Slivko and Irene flirt, and the entire gang spends a peaceful day before disaster strikes

Warnings: cursing probably, etc

Word Count: 3701

“They’re probably upstairs. You know how boys are. I think one of them’s your age, actually.” Jack told me as he led me around the ship.

“I think I know which one you’re talking about.” I answered, grabbing onto the back of his sleeve so he would slow down.

“Yeah? His name’s Slivko.”

“Yeah,” I nodded “He dropped his hat.”

“Here they are.” He opened up a door and led me inside, closing it behind us.

I suddenly felt awkward, especially when I caught Slivko’s glance.

“Guys, this is Irene. She’s the tracker’s little sister.” Jack grinned.

“Weren’t you Chapman’s sister for a while too?” One of the men asked, his face unreadable.

“Reles, watch yourself.” The oldest of the men called out, never looking up from his book.

“It was an honest question, Cole.” Another one defended his friend.

“Mills, back off.” Slivko mumbled, eyes wandering around Jack but not landing on me.

Jack rolled his eyes and shook his head as he pointed to each of the men - boys?- that were in the room.

“That one over there is Reles.”

“Hey, sorry for the oh so intruding question.” He grinned.

I grinned as Jack introduced the other ones, “That’s Mills.” He pointed to the one that had stood up for Reles.

“Cole.” To the older man, who was reading a book, and had finally looked up to meet my eyes with a heartwarming grin.

“And that there is Slivko.” Jack pointed to the boy I had already interacted with.

Slivko grinned the same goofy grin, brushing a hand through his hair as his leg began to bounce up and down. “You can just call me Reg. And you saved my hat.”

I only nodded, crossing my hands behind my back and looking down, feeling the heat creep up my neck.

Get it together, Ira. He dropped his hat and winked, it’s nothing special. It’s stupid.

I scolded myself, tuning them out as they spoke to Jack. It was dark outside, probably around two in the morning, and the lights inside the room were dim. The door swung open, hinges screaming. All heads perked up, looking over. James stood half in the doorway, scrutiny on his face as he scanned the eyes trained on him. He tensed when he made eye contact with Jack, but eased up by the time he reached me.

He gestured his head back, a silent Let’s go. I nodded, smiling at the soldiers as I made my way toward James. Cole kept the grin, which made him grow on me within a matter of minutes. Reles and Mills paused their card game to wave me off. Jack smiled back, and Slivko - Reg? winked.

I shook off the feelings that made my heart swell with and stepped out, standing at James’s side. He waved politely, muttering something about it having been a pleasure, calling them gentlemen, and then shut the door before Jack could say anything else.

“What’d you find?” I asked after a moment of quiet.

He led me to our room, eyes out for anyone who would also like the answer to my question. He reached for my hand and pushed me in first, shutting the door and flicking the lights on. I eyed him wearily as I popped onto the bed, going to untie my shoes.

“I don’t think this is what we thought it was.” He finally grumbled, sitting next to me on the bottom bunk.

“What do you mean?” I tugged off one boot and went to work on the other one.

He sighed. “We found explosives downstairs.”

My heart stuttered, and my mind itself buffered for a minute. I chose to pick at the lesser of two possible evils.

“We?” I pulled too hard at my other boot and it went flying, bouncing off the wall.

“Mason and I, yes.” He scoffed, already dissecting my fearful tactic of looking at what didn’t matter to avoid looking at what did.

“Mason, the photographer, Mason?” I inched off the bed, rummaging through our bag to find a shirt of his I could steal to sleep in.

“Mason Weaver.” He sighed, almost dreamily.

I snorted a laugh, but then he shot me a look.

“Oh my god, you’re serious.” I stared at him, doe eyed.

He only rolled his eyes, standing and shoving me away from the bag, pulling out his own clothing. I saw him pull out a grey shirt and I snatched it from him. He eyed me, looking disgruntled.

“Jay, do you have a crush?” I stretched out his name, shuffling back onto the bed and against the wall.

I got hit in the face with a folded pair of socks. I struggled to get a grip on them, but when I did, I hurled them back across the room, hitting James square between the shoulders.

“I don’t have any particular feelings, no… But let’s talk about you. Who’s the kid that keeps winking?” James picked his clothing and padded off to the bathroom to change, leaving the door cracked open so we could keep talking.

I became flustered at the thought of James catching onto any feeling I may or may not have had. I fumbled with my clothing before changing into the stolen grey shirt and a pair of shorts to sleep in.

“Don’t ignore me, Bitsy.” James called out.

“Are you talking about Slivko?” I found my hairbrush and sat down on the bed again.

James came back, having neatly folded up his clothing before setting it down next to our bag. He shoved at my leg so I would make room for him on the bed.

“Slivko, that’s his name?”

I rolled my eyes, dropping my hand down, hitting his knee with the brush.

“I literally just met him, Jay.” I scoffed, going back to brushing my hair.

I thought about Reg, with big brown eyes and soft looking brown hair and his height making up for his scrawny seeming build.

“Either way, he’s a soldier. You know I don’t go for that type.”

Soldiers were hard. It was already enough that my father was never around, but my brothers growing up had gone off to war. I had issues with male figures as it was, I didn’t need to add to it by dating a boy who would also go off to war. James knew all this, which is why I was a bit bothered by him insisting on Slivko.

“Ya never know, Irene. He did seem to be looking at you a special type of way.” James teased, leaning back on his hands.

I scoffed. “They’re all girl deprived. I’m sure Slivko would look at any girl like a piece of meat.” I leaned over to run the brush through his hair.

He grabbed my wrist softly, pulling it back down.

“Don’t try to brush the gel out of my hair. I’ll never get it back up tomorrow, and I want to be able to look around early in the morning. I’m sure you’ll want to get to know Slivko a bit better.”

I groaned, placing my feet against him and shoving as hard as I could. “Get off my bed, wake me up tomorrow morning.”

He let himself be moved off, laughing as he grabbed our toothbrushes from our bag and walked back to hand me mine. I rushed to brush my teeth before him not wanting to talk about Slivko anymore. I tucked myself in bed as he brushed his teeth, squinting at me. I rolled my eyes and turned my back to him, rubbing my hands together under the blanket. I always got cold at night, and blankets rarely seemed to help anymore.

James came back quietly, flicking both lights off before coming to kneel by my bed. I turned back around, confused.

“Just promise me one thing.” He reached for my hand with both of his, his tone serious.

I gave him a hand, squeezing. “What is it?”

He closed his eyes tightly, squeezing my hand. “You’ll stick with me no matter what happens.”

I nodded. I could read the regret in his eyes. He was wishing he hadn’t brought me with him.

“Okay? I can’t protect you if I’m not there.” His voice was small.

I sat up and threw my arms around his neck, nodding. “I promise.”

He patted my back and stayed like that for a minute. James usually didn’t have an issue crying in front of me, because his masculinity wasn’t fragile, but today he stayed stiff. He pulled back and kissed my forehead before mumbling goodnight and climbing up to his bunk.

I sighed as I settled back into bed. Maybe he would want to talk tomorrow. If anything, I could always try to bother Slivko.

                                                         ***

“Wake up, I want you to meet Mason and stay with her while I do some more investigating.” James tugged at my blanket.

I groaned, hit with the sudden remembrance that we were on a ship on our way to a likely lethal island. Then I remembered James teasing me about Slivko. I huffed into my pillow before sitting up and throwing the covers off. It took a second for the dizzy feeling to go away, and I shuffled to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth and change. I pulled on the green jeans, which I would probably regret later on. But hey, if it covered more of what mosquitos would want to target, then I was down for it. I slid a loose grey t-shirt on before shoving my feet back into my black boots and lacing them up.

“Good choice.” James stopped in the doorway.

I arched an eyebrow, clearly confused by what he thought was a good choice.

“It’ll be easier to be treated for something like dehydration rather than some kind of bug bite.” He pointed to the long pants and the high boots. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, following him down to the cafeteria.

“Now.” He stopped me, hands on my shoulders and looking me square in the face.

“What?” I asked, a bit weirded out.

He was acting as if nothing had happened yesterday, as if he hadn’t begged me to stick to his side for my safety.

“I know you won’t want to eat, because you don’t get hungry at this time of the morning. But, you have to eat something and you should probably drink some coffee.”

“I can do coffee, for sure.” I replied.

“Good. Now I’m going to introduce you to Mason and I’d like you to stay with her until I come back to get you.” He pulled me through the cafeteria.

“You’re just gonna leave me with her? What if something happens?” I asked, beginning to think that I had dreamed up last night’s situation.

“Nothing will happen. I promise.” He squeezed my hand before stopping at a table.

“Mason, this is my little sister Irene. Irene, this is Mason.” He gestured back and forth.

I dropped into the seat across from her, smiling. She grinned right back, a warm and reassuring sense to the air around her.

“I’ll get you coffee and something to eat and then I’ll be off.” James shook me by the shoulders and ran off.

Mason laughed. “He treats you like a princess, doesn’t he?”

I chuckled in return, letting myself slump forward and stifled a yawn.

“He’s only doing it because he knows I won’t do it myself. It’s too early to eat.” I rubbed at my eyes.

“You’re not gonna eat what he brings you then?” Her smile remained.

“Nah. Gotta stick it to the man somehow, ya know?” I grinned.

She laughed again, nodding.

Although James and I always took a few days before deciding how we really felt about people, Mason seemed to be the exception. James had already developed an affinity for her, and I felt safe around her. She seemed to be exactly what I hadn’t been able to grow up with. A kickass woman who was the perfect role model.

James slid a plate with food in front of me, followed by a coffee. I smiled sleepily as he kissed my forehead and waved Mason goodbye.

“Do you have any idea where he’s going?” I asked, keeping my voice low.

I was sure that James could get in serious trouble with all his snooping, and it was exactly what neither of us needed at the moment.

“I don’t know. We found explosives downstairs yesterday, but I guess that fits with the seismic charges they were talking about.”

Mason and I talked quietly while I drank my coffee. She managed to convince me to eat some of what James had brought over. She had a very maternal presence. I decided I liked her. Her eyes followed something as she spoke about photography. I turned around to follow her line of sight. The group of soldiers I had met yesterday, Jack’s boys, were walking out of the cafeteria, joking amongst themselves. I caught sight of Slivko, tall and messy haired, and my fingers went numb.

He must’ve felt my stare, because just as they were outside the doors, he turned around and gave me his seemingly classic grin. I giggled, biting down on my lip. He winked before being dragged off by Mills and Reles, who turned to wave at me. Mason snorted.

“You ready to go explore this ship?” She asked, breaking my attention.

I realized how stupidly public I had just been about whatever it was I was feeling for Slivko. The blush on my cheeks got worse, and my ears were burning. I turned back to Mason, nodding. She smiled.

“You like him?” She led the way.

I shrugged, rubbing my arm. “I barely know him.”

“Something tells me you like him. And I don’t just mean physically.” She spoke to me over her shoulder as we pranced down the stairs.

“Could be just physical.” I shrugged.

She stopped and shot me a look as we reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Hey.” I said defensively. “He’s cute.”

She made the face again, eyebrows arched like nobody’s business.

I sighed. “Okay fine, he winks at me every time I see him. It messes with my head.”

She chuckled, throwing an arm around me as we walked. The boys had set themselves up in the middle of the ship, music blasting as they danced. Reles was cutting Cole’s hair and Cole had pulled out a book. I searched for Reg, only to find him pulling his shirt off. My breath hitched in my throat. Mason noticed and laughed, pulling her camera up with one hand.

“Come with me, this is perfect.”

She dragged me along with her and I forced myself to close my mouth, which had been left hanging open. Mason started to photograph the boys as they danced. I made myself comfortable by Cole’s feet as Reles continued with his hair. Cole was the calmest of them all, which made sense, as he was the oldest.

“Your name’s Irene, right?” Cole spoke to me, eyes on me even though he couldn’t move his head much.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

I felt eyes on me. I glanced over to where I had last seen Reg, seeing him staring right back at me. He smiled softly before winking. I blushed hard, my mouth dropping open again ever so slightly. I heard the click of a camera, breaking my thoughts. I looked over to see Mason pull her camera back down, smiling widely.

“Mason!” I hissed, unable to hide the smile on my face.

She came to kneel by my side. “Trust me, Irene. There’s something going on between you two.”

I shook my head, negating everything swirling around inside my brain. He was cute. He seemed sweet. He was probably funny, considering he always had a goofy grin on his lips.

Stop it, you’re going down an endless rabbit hole.

I shook my head, as if that would clear my mind. My eyes darted back to Slivko, who was sort of dancing and talking to Mills, but he had his eyes on me. A small part of me felt like I could pass out then and there.

“You know,” Cole spoke to get my attention. I forced my gaze off Reg’s and looked up at Cole. “He wouldn’t shut up about you last night. Did you see how pretty she was? Do you think the name Irene means anything? Do you think she’s always so quiet? My god, he would not stop.” Cole smirked.

I felt my heart beat faster than normal. Was Cole telling me the truth or did he just want to mess with my head? I looked back at Slivko, whose eyes were wide. He was mouthing words at someone in this direction. I looked up at Reles, who was saying something back. I met eyes with Cole, who was still smirking. I heard footsteps coming toward me, but I refused to break eye contact with Cole. He was up to something. My head turned as someone sat beside me. I smiled shyly, breaking out into a blush for the fifth time today.

“Hi.” He whispered unintentionally.

Cole and Reles mumbled something to one another before leaving.

“Hey.” I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face.

Reg leaned back on his hands, placing one behind me so he could lean closer. I bit my lip, knowing he was watching me blush harder with every single one of his movements.

I screamed at myself in my brain. Why couldn’t I think of anything to say?

Mason’s camera clicked again. Both Reg and I looked at her, eyes wide. She grinned at both of us.

“Why don’t you two get a little closer? For the photo, of course.” She winked at me.

I looked up at Reg, who was smiling wide. “For the photo, come on. Please?”

I still hadn’t found my words, but I nodded up at him, cheeks stuck red and in a smile. He scooted closer and rested his hand on my side gently. He looked at the camera, a cheesy smile on his face. For a second, I forgot that he had moved closer for Mason to take a picture. I gingerly leaned my head back against his bare shoulder, eyes closed and a smile on my face.

“How about a few more?” Mason’s voice broke through.

I felt mortified. Why would I just lean on him like it was nothing? What if I made him uncomfortable?

“My turn.” Reg whispered before letting go of my side and lying down, settling his head in my lap.

I giggled, a hand going up to ruffle his hair. He reached for my free hand and held it against his chest, holding his over it. His eyes held mine, a smile on his face.

Click.

“One more? Pretty please?” Mason’s voice came through but neither of us looked away from each other.

“How do you want us to pose?” Reg called out to her, hand still on mine, over his heart.

Pose. That’s all this was. Just a dumb little photoshoot for Mason to have against me forever. It didn’t mean anything.

“However you guys want.” Mason’s smile was evident in her voice.

I pulled myself back up, sitting straight.

“I’ve got an idea.” Reg pushed himself up and to his feet, holding a hand out to help me up.

I took it, letting him pull me onto my feet. He was definitely stronger than he looked.

“What’s your idea?” I asked, hand still in his. He took my free hand and slid it up to his shoulder before grabbing my waist.

“Well, it’s kinda intimate.” He pulled me against him, bringing our hands out to the side so it looked like we were dancing.

I heard Mason’s camera click, but we both pretended we didn’t hear it. Mason kept going too.

“How intimate are we talking?” I asked, letting myself be pushed out of the camera’s sight.

“Like, sit-on-me intimate.” He showed a hopeful smile.

I laughed, letting my hand that wasn’t trapped in his slide down to his chest.

“Sure.”

“Awesome.” He nudged his nose into my hair before letting go of me all together and sitting on the ground.

I covered my mouth as I laughed, and he wrapped a hand around my leg, gently pulling at me so I would sit down.

Click.

“Sit, come on.” He patted his legs, which were extended in front of him.

I grabbed one of his shoulders as I sat down on his thighs, my front to his. Reg was quick to pull me as close as possible, hands on the small of my back as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“You guys are adorable.” Mason smiled as she took pictures.

Reg laughed, his chest moving against mine in a way that set my skin on fire. I ducked down to hide my face in the crook of his neck, blushing and embarrassed once again.

“I think she’s just doing this on purpose.” Reg whispered into my ear, running a hand up and down my back.

I shrugged, keeping my face down against his cooler skin. He didn’t seem to mind. Afterall, the pose itself had been his idea.

“Okay, I’m almost done, I promise. Can I ask one little favor though?” Mason bent over to speak to us.

“What is it?” Reg asked, hand still on my back.

“Can you kiss his cheek?” She asked me.

My head jerked up so fast that my ear hit Reg’s. I glared at her, ears burning. Reg shrugged, causing my other arm to link tighter around him.

“I don’t mind if you don’t mind.” He whispered to me.

I let out a breath, still glaring at Mason. She smiled. I couldn’t help but crack a smile back. She was just trying to help me get Slivko, after all. I settled comfortably in his lap, one hand on his neck while the other arm remained around him. I leaned my forehead against the side of his face, breathing for a little before closing my eyes and kissing his cheek.

Click.

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The Wedding Singer : Track 12

“What’s Love Got To Do With It?”

Characters: Dean, Chuck, Jo, Ellen, Bobby, Cas, Reader, Maggie (OC)

Word Count: 3,288 (-cough- whoops)

Series Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Language, Mentions of Infidelity, Alcohol

A/N: This is chapter twelve of an AU SPN Series co-written by myself and @pinknerdpanda entitled The Wedding Singer and is inspired by the movie. We have been working on this for the last few months and are very excited to share it with you. The series tag list is open. If you would like to be added, please send one of us an ask. I made our 80s inspired aesthetic and the series was Masterbeta’d by @wheresthekillswitch.

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Track 12: “What’s Love Got To Do With It?”

Dean walked into the community center, and was amazed by the transformation it had gone through in the last couple of days. White lights had been strung across the ceiling, illuminating the round tables that had been set up around the dance floor. Each table had been covered with white linen tablecloths, then draped with flowing blue organza. In the center of each table, there was a mason jar filled with water and river rocks. Small twigs circled the jars, and the whole thing reminded Dean of a stream winding through the woods, rough against smooth, which he thought was fitting for Ellen and Bobby. He walked over to the stage and sat on the edge as he watched Jo hang a banner across the back wall. Chuck sat down his guitar and dropped down next to him.

“How are you doin’ today, champ?”

Dean shrugged, “Well, it’s been….two days since I last got punched in the face? So I guess I’m doing slightly better.”

Chuck looked over and noticed the now yellowing bruise along Dean’s jaw and grimaced, “Well, that’s good, I guess. Gonna tell me who dealt you that one?”

“If I said it was a certain woman engaged to be married, would that surprise you?” he asked as he leaned back on his palms.

Chuck sighed, “Dean, I thought you said you were going to leave it alone?”

Dean glared at him, “I did! She came to my house and punched me! I didn’t do a damn thing.”

Chuck raised an eyebrow, “You didn’t do anything? She just showed up at your house, unannounced, and punched the shit out of your face?”

Dean cleared his throat and avoided looking at his friend, “Well...I mean, I didn’t do anything to her. I might have broken her fiance’s nose because Cas and I saw him at a bar outside of town, flirting with the waitresses...and on a date with Lisa.”

Chuck had looked like he was going to admonish Dean for his life choices until it registered what Dean had said. “What?! You broke...he was...Lisa?!”

Dean grimaced and waved Chuck off, “Why don’t you shout it a little louder, I don’t think Jo heard you.”

Chuck smiled sheepishly and went back to watching Jo as he tried to process what he’d just heard. “If it makes you feel any better, I would have punched him too.”

Dean chuckled, “Thanks, that makes me feel loads better.” He glanced at Chuck, who had become quite enthralled with how Jo was reaching up to hang the other end of the banner, “Oh, this is a new development. Since when have you been pining over that one?”

“I haven’t been...no, I don’t like...that’s not what…” he trailed off and hung his head. “It’s not a thing. She just looks really nice today.”

Dean shrugged, “You aren’t wrong, I guess.” He paused as he tried to decide whether to involve Chuck, “...She hasn’t mentioned being mad at me, has she? I’ve been texting her the past two days. I think she’s dodging me, man.”

“I have no idea, she’s not said anything to me about it, but she’s been pretty busy with the party. I’m sure it’s nothing.” Chuck straightened up and smoothed out his shirt as Jo made her way towards them, her smile quickly turning into a scowl when Dean waved at her.

“Hey, Jo, how’s it-” Jo turned to look at Chuck, interrupting Dean to ask her own question.

“Are you busy right now, Chuck? I need some help carrying some stuff inside. I’d do it myself, but it’s a little heavy.”

“Uh, s-sure thing, I’m not busy.” Chuck jumped down from the stage just as Cas strolled over, his hands shoved in his pockets. He stopped just behind Chuck and watched as Jo looped her arm through Chuck’s.

“Alright, come on, then. See ya later, Cas.” She pulled Chuck away, and he looked over his shoulder and shrugged at Dean. After mouthing a quick I’m sorry, he disappeared through the door to the parking lot.

“What the hell was that all about? Did you see that? She just straight up ignored me,” Dean asked in confusion.

Cas leaned against the stage and crossed his arms, “Did you do something? Because it definitely looks like you did something.”

Dean threw up his hands, “No! I didn’t do anything, I just walked into the building. She’s been ignoring me for like two days, I haven’t even seen her to do anything wrong. What is up with everyone just assuming I did something?”

“I mean, here lately…” Cas said with a shrug as he pulled an apple from his coat pocket and bit into it.

“What’s that supposed to mean, here lately?”

Cas shrugged again, “You’ve had a rough time lately, Dean. It's understandable. I would’ve punched Ketch in the face too, I don’t blame you for that, but you're a little unpredictable right now, you know? Also, that bruise on your jaw is new, but I'll leave that alone.”

Dean hopped up on the stage and began finishing up what Chuck had left undone, “It’s not my fault people keep smacking me around. I should be the one smacking people around, I’m the one that got left at the altar…” Dean continued to mumble as he set up Charlie’s keyboard and Gabe’s drums.

“But that’s the point, isn’t it? You’re not the only one that has been left at the altar. And your choices can affect other people...like Chuck and the rest of the band could lose their jobs because you’re...well...drunk as hell all the time. Or Y/N...whose happiness could be affected by you kissing her out of left field.”

Dean slammed one of the music stands down and turned to glare at Cas, “Listen, it’s not like I planned for any of this, okay? I didn’t plan for Lisa to leave me at the altar, I didn’t plan on falling for some girl that just showed up out of nowhere-” he stopped as he realized what he’d just said out loud.

“Aaaaaand there it is,” Cas said quietly as he stared at a wide-eyed Dean.

“Shit.” Dean ran a hand across his five o’clock shadow, “What the hell am I going to do?” He looked up to see Ellen walking quickly towards him and smiled at her, “Hey, Ellen!”

She nodded curtly at him, “Dean.” She kept walking and Dean’s mouth dropped open.

“What the fu-” he was interrupted by an agitated looking Bobby.

“Boy, I don't know what you did, but you'd better damn well fix it.” Bobby stopped next to Cas and shoved his hands in his pockets, his eyes narrowed at Dean.

Dean threw his arms out, “I wish someone would freaking tell me what I did! Jo completely ignored me, now Ellen...I don't know what’s going on.”

“Well, you'd best be figurin’ it out. I ain't livin’ in my own home like I belong in the doghouse for something I didn't do.”

“Bobby!” Ellen’s voice echoed across the reception hall and Bobby grimaced.

“Get it together, son, I'm tellin’ ya. For all our sakes.” He hurried off to catch up with Ellen, and Dean glared at Cas, who was trying his best not to laugh.

“This isn't funny, Cas.”

Cas cleared his throat, “Of course not, not in the slightest.” He watched Jo cross the room and head towards the kitchen, “Why not talk to Jo? Maybe she can...umm...enlighten you?”

Dean sighed, “Fine. But I swear to God if someone else hits me in the face…” he trailed off as he trudged after her. He cautiously poked his head around the kitchen entrance and grimaced when she turned to face him, a knife in her hand.

“What, Dean?”

“Can we talk? Please?” She nodded curtly, knife still pointed in Dean’s direction. “Preferably without the knife, maybe?” She rolled her eyes and sat it down on the counter harder than she needed to. “Thank you,” he said as he stepped the rest of the way through the door and leaned against the wall, “Now, can you please tell me what’s going on? What’s up with the silent treatment?”

Rage crossed Jo’s face, and for the first time in his life, Dean found himself truly terrified of the woman. She took a step towards him, her hands in fists at her sides, “Are...you...fucking serious, Dean Winchester?!” Dean suddenly wished he hadn’t put the wall to his back, because now he had nowhere to go. “You are truly the most ignorant, stupid, selfish, sonofabitch-”

He held his hands up and shook his head, “Whoa, whoa, whoa...I’m not going to necessarily disagree with you, especially with everything that’s happened recently, but what the hell are you talking about? I haven’t even seen you in two days! I haven’t seen anyone in two days! Why are you so angry?”

Jo crossed her arms and glared, “Oh, you haven’t seen anyone in two days? Is that so? I guess one night stands wouldn’t count so I suppose you could technically say it was three days ago.”

Dean returned the glare, his confusion slowly turning into irritation, “What are you talking about? I didn’t have any…” he trailed off, realization sinking in. “Lisa….you’re talking about Lisa?”

“Of course I’m talking about Lisa, you dumbass!” Jo yelled, and Dean groaned.

“First of all, how did you even know about that? And second, nothing happened. After Y/N came over and sucker punched me, Lisa showed up drunk as shit. As per usual, she tried to apologize, which really just turned into a pity party for her.” He sighed and leaned back against the wall, relieved that Jo seemed to be lightening up...at least enough that she wasn’t going to punch him in the face. “She had somehow driven across town without getting pulled over, but I couldn’t let her leave like that, even if she is just a lying bitch. She slept on the couch, and I went downstairs and locked the door.”

Whatever reservations Jo had still been holding on to disappeared and she sighed in relief, “You cannot even begin to understand how excited I am that you didn’t sleep with Lisa. I could have killed you, Dean.”

“I mean, I guess that would have been fair. But how the hell did you find out? Sam and Jess weren’t even home, so I know she didn’t tell you.” Jo bit her lip and dropped her gaze to the floor. “Jo….who told you?”

“Umm... see, Y/N felt bad about how she’d treated you the other night and decided to...well, she wanted to apologize.”

Dean’s eyes widened, “No, please say she didn’t come over…”

Jo frowned, “Yea, about that...she kinda sorta ran into her...as she walked out.”

Dean turned around and punched the wall, “Dammit! I gotta find her, Jo! I have to tell her what happened, where is she?”

Jo looked at the clock, “She said she was going shopping today, but I haven’t been able to reach her. I think she let her phone die again.”

Dean whirled around and gave a surprised Jo a kiss on the forehead, “I gotta go, kid. Wish me luck.” He ran through the door, and Jo shook her head.

“Good luck.”

Dean parked the Impala and started walking down the street. There were only a few places that Y/N could actually end up in downtown Chapel Hill, so he had hoped his search wouldn’t take long. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked, his fingers toying with his phone. He’d tried calling Y/N, but she didn’t answer.

The idea of Y/N running into Lisa as she left the house left him feeling sick, and the fact that she thought that they had slept together...it was too much to even think about. Movement across the street caught his eye and he turned to look. He saw a woman standing in the window of a shop, and as he watched, he saw Y/N’s head pop out from behind a curtain. Relief filled him the moment he saw her; this was his chance. He stepped down from the curb and onto the street, meaning to cross over and catch her attention . As traffic cleared and he moved towards the store, Y/N stepped out from behind the curtain and Dean’s heart dropped.

Oh shit.

She was wearing a wedding dress, a beautiful lace gown dotted with shimmering beads that trailed down and flowed out behind her. Her long hair was swept up and away from her neck, tendrils hanging around her face as she smiled and said something to the first woman, who appeared to be helping her try on dresses. She turned, revealing a low back and pearl buttons trailing all the way down. Even from this distance, Dean’s heart ached at how perfect she looked, how happy. His mind went to what it would look like to see her walking down the aisle towards him, and his breath caught in his throat. It was too early to have thoughts like that, it was ridiculous, but God that’s what he wanted. All he wanted was her.

The joy he felt at seeing her like that quickly disappeared when he realized that she still planned on marrying Ketch. Everything he’d planned on saying to her disappeared, buried under his disappointment and embarrassment. Of course she was; she thought he was back with Lisa. He swallowed thickly, the lump in his throat threatening to choke him. He turned and quickly walked back the way he came before she could see him, his hands clenched tightly at his sides.

This had been a terrible idea.

“Oh, Y/N, it’s beautiful!” The sales associate, Maggie, said as she wiped a tear from her cheek, in awe of how beautiful her newest client looked.

Y/N forced a smile, looking in the mirror as she turned to look at the back of the dress. She reached up and traced the lace around the edge of her neckline, her fingertips trailing along the contrast of the textured fabric and the smooth beads. “Yea, it is... “

Maggie’s smile slowly turned into a frown as she realized something was wrong, “What is it, sweetie? It’s gorgeous, this is the one, right?”

Y/N sighed, “Maybe if I were getting married to someone else.” She ran her hands down her ribs and let them rest on her hips as she looked at herself and wondered what she had gotten herself into.

Maggie’s brows furrowed in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“It just...it’s not what Ketch had in mind. He’s very...simple. Elegant, but modern. You know-”

“Boring? Plain?” Maggie interrupted. “I know that this is also his wedding, but honey...that’s the dress. Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll drop it.”

“I do love it...but like you said, it’s also Ketch’s wedding.” She turned so that Maggie could unbutton her, “A little help please? I’d like to try that other dress on.”

Maggie’s eyes traveled to the other one hanging on the rack, a beautiful but simple off white satin gown, and sighed as she began to unbutton, “Are you sure, Y/N? That dress is pretty but it’s not...it’s not you. Come on, you don’t think Ketch would think you’re beautiful in this one? It’s perfect, and I don’t think his opinion really matters for this-”

“His opinion does matter. He’s also paying for it, so I think the man should get some say in it,” Y/N mumbled, not convincing Maggie or herself.

Maggie took a deep breath and decided to push her luck, “Do you think anyone else would want you to base your choice off of who’s paying for what?  Seriously, Y/N, think about what you just said-”

Y/N spun around to face Maggie, her expression angry, “He clearly made his choice, and this one is mine.”

“Who made his choice? I was just pointing out a hypothetical person-”

“And that's another thing, that's not your job! Your job,”  she interrupted as she pulled the dress off, stumbling as she tried to avoid asking for assistance, and tossed it to the flabbergasted sales clerk, “is to help me pick out the dress I want, and that will work for my wedding. This isn’t up for discussion. I am not marrying Dean, I am marrying Ketch. I barely know Dean, and honestly, I think it would be best for both of us if we didn’t.”

“Wait, Dean...Dean Winchester? Honey, if you've got a thing for him, I'd suggest-”

She yanked her jeans on, then dragged her shirt over her head, her arms getting caught in the neck hole as she twisted it the wrong way. After a moment of struggling, she finally fixed it, and breathing heavily, grabbed her jacket and her purse. “I don't really care what you'd suggest. My suggestion to you would be to mind your own damn business, and stick with selling wedding dresses. But not to me, not today.”  She stormed out of the store, leaving a shocked Maggie in her wake.

Y/N breathed in the cool air after leaving the store, closing her eyes as the feeling of being trapped slowly slipped away. She was making the right choice, but every time someone mentioned Dean, her heart and her mind began arguing with each other.

“Doesn’t matter...he’s with Lisa. He’s back with Lisa. Maybe Ellen was wrong...maybe Dean just overreacted,” she mumbled to herself.  It didn’t matter; she would be marrying Ketch and Dean could...well, he could do whatever he wanted. She paused as the bright light of the coffee shop caught her eye and she changed course. The comforting smell of mocha and fresh baked pastries wafted over her and she took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she took a moment to enjoy it. She joined the line and stared at the menu, contemplating what combination of coffee and sweet treat she wanted.

She heard the bell behind her ring as the door opened, but she ignored it, giving the barista her order. She paid, and waited patiently with pastry in hand for the ridiculously named drink she’d just ordered. She smiled as the person behind the counter handed it to her and turned to walk out...and directly into someone. The lid popped off her coffee and it spilled down her front, soaking her. She hissed as the hot liquid scorched her through her thin shirt, mumbling obscenities as she tried to keep her grip on the cup and the pastry. She looked up and her eyes locked with familiar emerald ones.

“Y/N…”

“No!” She yelled, causing Dean to flinch away from her, and several coffee shop patrons turned to see what the fuss was about. “Not today, Dean! All I wanted was a moment to myself, and I can’t even get that. Do not talk to me, okay?” She pushed past him, and he reached out to touch her elbow. The glare she sent his way when she turned back to face him caused him to drop his arm. “Just...don’t,” she hissed, then turned and pushed her way through the crowd and out the door.

Dean sighed, then looked around at the people still staring. “What? Just eat your damn muffins and quit staring. Jesus.” He slipped through the crowd and out onto the sidewalk in time to see Y/N disappear around the corner.

Son of a bitch.

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