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red-pill-blue-pill · 5 years

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You gave me a reason. Ted Logan.

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A/N: This was requested by the lovely @ringa-starr 💞. Sorry it took me so long! I hope you like it. I might’ve shed a tear while I was writing this but I’m on my PMS so whatever. Also, I tried to portray the illness as real as I could. If someone feels offended please tell me and I’ll change whatever you ask me to change.

ps: peep the Lana del Rey and the Friends references 👀.

ps2: i didn’t proof read this so deal with my typos, wrong use of words and wrong verb tenses.

Summary: A walk to remember inspired.

Warnings: Angst (like a lot, I’m so sorry), illness, implied death.

Word count: 2.764

You lied in bed, your head rested on your pillow and your black hair was sprawled around like a halo that vaticinated your unfortunate fate. Your heavy-lidded eyes closed against your will and you tried your best to keep them open so you could continue watching the world that unfolded outside your window. If you couldn’t experience it to the fullest at least you wanted to watch how others did.

This situation was common for you. It felt as if all the energy was suddenly drained from your body, like a dam gate opening and letting the water flow freely. Your limbs turned heavy, so heavy you couldn’t even lift them, and your head felt dizzy. This happened at least four times per week, sometimes even more. All your friends already knew. They had made their peace with it. It’s not like you can hide from your loved ones for so long.

The first time you felt something weird was going on was the year you finally became a senior. It was your first week of high school and you were happily talking to your peers. It had been an exciting summer and you were dying to tell everyone you had finally visited Italy.

You had just gotten through second period just fine when you started to feel uneasy. You started to feel hot, your forehead was burning up and your vision clouded. All of a sudden you were lying on the floor, a circle of classmates around you and a teacher crouching down beside you asking you frantically if you were okay. You internally rolled your eyes at her questions "yes, Mrs. Ford, I'm perfectly fine, I just like falling and hitting my head." You thought.

They rushed you to the hospital and called your parents. You thought it was nonsense, you were perfectly fine, it was just a little fever and nothing else. But when they gave you the results of the physical exam your world seemed to crumble around you.

"It might be Leukemia. We still have to run some blood tests." The doctor said carefully.

Your mother couldn't suppress the cry that broke in her throat, she had always been the most dramatic one. You just stared at the doctor, slowly processing her words and trying to keep your most tranquil façade. Your father kept asking questions to the doctor “Are you sure?” “What can we do?” “When will we know for sure?” you could feel the desperation in his voice.

You knew the doctor’s choice of words was an intelligent one. She was sure the diagnosis was what it was, she just tried to give your family some time to process before fully confirming it, the tests being merely procedural.

The doctor opened the door and your parents stepped out. You turned around to look at her. “Is it serious? I mean, do I have a chance to survive?” you asked hopefully. A million different scenarios ran through your head, from the worst to the best. The doctor's face gave it all away.

“I don’t know, as I said, we need to run more tests but we could see on the physical exam that your spleen and lymph nodes are swollen, that means it may be in stage III. I’m sorry.” Her face was full of sorrow and compassion and you felt a weight on your chest as you realized that was the way people were going to look at you from now on.

Weeks passed by and the blood test results gave away your family’s biggest fear: Leukemia stage III. That meant chemotherapy was the only hope for you, and it might not even work. Your parents were shattered over the news but you were oddly quiet, the only thing running through your mind was how you were going to tell your loved ones, how bad it would make you feel to break their hearts that way. You were a conformist person, in a good way though. It was easier to accept that you were going to leave this world than to endure all the pain and suffering of receiving chemo. You had made your choice.

That’s how you ended where you were: enduring recurrent headaches, joint pains, and continuous fatigue. It was alright, you still managed to do everything you had to. You enjoyed life.

No one besides your friends knew you didn’t want them to. It was enough with the constant attention from your parents and friends, there was no need to add the pitiful and compassionate stares from people who never gave a damn about your existence.

But there was this one boy, Ted Logan. You had never talked to him before but he approached you in science class asking for private lessons. It was true that you were the best of the class and he was failing almost every exam but you didn’t want to start a new friendship. At first. He kept bugging you every day, telling you how his father would send him to a military academy if he didn’t pass this class, how he would pay you whatever you wanted.

“Okay, fine. I will teach you. Today at 6 pm at my house. Now please, leave me alone.” you finally snapped.

He smiled and shook his head to get his hair out of his face. “Excellent!�� He did his signature air guitar solo and you smiled at his goofiness.

Eventually, the private lessons became your favorite part of the day. Ted made you forget about your pain and everyday struggles. He had such a bubbly and energetic personality it was almost impossible to be sad or upset if he was around. He was a good student but with the attention span of a small puppy, almost nonexistent. His grades went up in record time and he brought you a treat every time he passed an exam as a way to say thank you since you wouldn’t let him pay the lessons.

You knew you were starting to develop feelings for him but you knew better than anyone you had to swallow them and deal with it by yourself. You couldn’t hurt another person, hurt him; the only though made your heart ache and tears well up in your eyes. What you didn’t know is that he felt the same way about you, he couldn’t hold back his smiles when you were around, you made him happy.

One day as you were going over the last lesson you caught him staring at you with his goofy grin plastered on his face. You mimicked it.

“What?”

“You are a total babe when you talk about science.” he said and you raised an eyebrow questioningly while your face grew hot. “You always are but you are even more when you are sciencing.”

“Th-thank you I guess.”

He reached across the table to grab your hand. “Would you like to go, like on a date with me?”

Your eyes widened and you quickly freed your hand from his grasp. Everything you didn’t want to happen was happening. “I can’t Ted.” saying those words aloud hurt more than you ever imagined.

“Bogus! Why?” he cocked his head to the side and your heart ached even more.

“I didn’t tell you everything about me. I don’t wanna hurt you.” by this point tears were rolling down your face, unable to keep them in anymore.

“Then tell me what’s wrong.” his usually happy face was now shaded with concern, you had never seen him like this.

“I’m going to die. I don’t know when, I don’t know how, but the last thing I need is hurting another person I love. I can’t stand it.” you were a sobbing mess.

“What do you mean?” he was completely shocked.

“I have leukemia, Ted.” you said, your voice cracking.

He didn’t think twice as he stood up and engulfed you in a much needed hug. You sobbed against his chest as you mumbled I’m sorry's to which he answered by rubbing your back and whispering sweet nothings into your hair.

A knock on the door startled you from your deep thoughts.

“Come in.” you mumbled putting your hand over your forehead. Fever was back again.

The door creaked slightly as Ted made his way in your room, a big smile on his face as he closed the door behind him.

“How are you feeling?” he sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss your cheek and you smiled.

“Suddenly I’m feeling a lot better.” You joked as you reached out to comb his hair with your fingers. “How was your day?” You moved, making room for him to lay down with you.

He rested his head on the pillow next to yours and stared at the ceiling. “It was okay. People started murmuring after you left today.” you could feel the anger in his voice. He hated when people commented about you, it was the thing that angered him the most.

You put your hand on his chest. “It’s okay Ted. I don’t care about what they say.”

He just stayed silent and put his hand over yours, intertwining his fingers with yours and rubbing circles with his thumb on the back of your hand.

“I was thinking about when we got together.” you said and he smiled.

You studied his face. His profile was out of this world, his jawline was sharp and his full lips made you feel warm inside. The freckles peppered on his cheeks and nose gave him the sweet aura that characterized him.

“I do it often.” he said as he turned to look at your face. His eyes were full of love, no had never seen anything like it. He adored everything about you and he always let you know. “I remember when you thought you were going to scare me off by telling me about your illness.”

“Yeah, how stupid was I.” you chuckled and he squeezed your hand.

You silently stared at each other, studying each other's face and wondering if it was possible to be more in love than you already were. He slowly leaned down to place a sweet kiss to your lips. Your stomach did cartwheels every time he did it. You opened your mouth, granting him more access and he slipped his tongue in, making you instinctively grab the neck of his shirt and pull him closer to your body. His hands roamed your body and stopped at your ass to squeeze it gently. You tried to straddle him but a sharp pain shot through your kneecaps and you winced against his mouth.

“Are you okay?” he asked after pulling away from the kiss.

“Yes, it’s just this stupid joint pain.” you huffed in annoyance as you let yourself fall against the mattress once again. That was the worst part. It had been three weeks since you last had sex and you were dying to feel him fill you up again.

“It’s okay, babe.” he smiled reassuringly as he hugged you close to him, your head resting on his chest.

“If I wasn’t so fucked up I’d fuck you all the time.” you mumbled against his chest, laughter making it rumble.

“You are the best babe in all land.” he said as he ruffled your hair.

“I mean it, Ted!” you said as you laughed too. “I’m warm for your form.” you tried to put on the best sexy voice you could but it ended up making you both laugh.

It was moments like this when you felt like all the pieces of your life fit into place. The happiness you felt was enough to make up for the years you were going to miss. A small part of you thought missing good morning kisses from Ted, moving in with him, having your own family with him, growing old by his side. It made your heart break every time so you tried to push it away for as long as you could.

An ambulance rushed down the street. Its bright lights lit up the buildings and the siren echoed through the empty road. Despite the space being so reduced a lot of stuff was going on. One of the paramedics rushed with a bag of serum, another one checked your pulse and the third one put the oxygen mask on your face. Ted was sitting next to you holding your hand.

You were staying over at his house for the night when you suddenly started feeling sick. Everything happened too fast. First you were rushing to the bathroom and then you had passed out on the floor, no air reaching your lungs. Ted didn’t hesitate one second and picked his phone to call an ambulance that would rush you to the hospital. You squeezed his hand and smiled at him. You were proud of his reaction; not everyone would have managed to stay so calm and poised in his place.

When you arrived to the ER they called a doctor to check on you. Ted stayed by your side the whole time, talking to you, trying to keep both of your spirits up. Your parents arrived some minutes later and rushed to your side while you waited for the doctor to come.

After a blood test and some tests a nurse came back.

“You have pneumonia.” she said and everyone sighed in relief but she kept her serious face. “Taking into consideration your medical history and your illness I’m afraid it’s going to be hard for you to recover.”

You looked at each other, your mother’s eyes filled with tears again and your father held her as she cried. You turned to look at Ted and you caught him wiping a tear away from his cheek. His hand found yours again and you squeezed it softly.

You didn’t want to die. Not now. Not like this. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. They told you this was going to be slow, it had to. It was so unfair.

“I don’t want to die.” you said as tears slid down your face. “I don’t want to die yet.” you cried.

Your mother hugged you tight carefully with the cables and vials you had attached to your arms. “Mom, I don’t want to go.” She cried with you as your father and Ted watched the scene, unable to hold back their tears. Until then you had always been the strong one, comforting your loved ones as they cried about your unjust fate. Seeing you so broken and fighting the idea of leaving this world was even more heart shattering.

You had encouraged your parents to go to the cafeteria to grab a coffee so they would leave you and Ted alone. You didn’t know where to start. You still had so many things to say to him, and most of them were inexplicable.

“Come here.” you whispered, motioning him to lay down with you on the small hospital bed. He obliged and you turned to look at him. He was avoiding eye contact knowing he would burst into tears the second he looked at you but you grabbed his face, forcing him to look into your eyes. You saw how tears slowly welled up in his and you smiled sweetly.

“I love you so much.” you whispered trying not to force your damaged lungs. A tear slid down his cheek and you quickly wiped it away. “You gave me a good reason to look forward to my future. This illness has ruined my chance of having one but it can never take away all the love you’ve given me and all the love I feel for you.”

You removed the oxygen mask, instantly knowing its importance, and cupped his face. His eyes darted from yours to your mouth and you leaned down, kissing his soft lips, trying to make him feel what you couldn’t put into words; the immense adoration and affection you felt towards him.

When your lips parted you put your mask back on as he stared at you. “I love you too, babe. I will always do. You are the most excellent thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He let you cuddle by his side as he drew patterns with his fingers on your back, his slow traces lulling you to sleep. Your parents came up an hour later to find you two hugged to each other.

“At least she will go happy.” your mother whispered before more tears fell from her eyes as your father hugged her again.

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depressoespressopliz · 5 years

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Echo Coupé and Boston Benz's life was for once great and as they wanted. They were happily married, and proud parents to two wonderful sons- And now having a third child on the way. The road to get where they now where had been rough, and filled with pain and loss but now it was finally over.. They hoped. The little family lived a fancy life- Being one of the richest cars in the world. Boston was still owning his successful casino and Echo had become an lawyer. Work kept the two adults busy but it didn't stop their love for each others nor their children.

The morning started like any usual morning. The family woke up and ate breakfast in the kitchen, preparing for work and school.

''So, got anything exciting to look forward to at work?'' Boston asked, nuzzling his partner affectionly.

''Nah. Just the usual.'' Echo shrugged and nuzzled Boston back. ''I'll only look forward to getting home again and spend some time with you~''

''Mmm~''

''Ewww.'' The couple's young sons cringed at their parent's affection towards each others.

Boston laughed. ''Alright, children, finish up your breakfast and we'll head to school.''

''Nooo Dx'' The young cars complained.

''Heh.'' Echo chuckled before packing his things and driving to the exit. ''See you tonight again.''

''Good luck, and be careful.'' Boston said before giving Echo a kiss on the lips.

''I will.'' Echo giggled. ''Bye, kids.''

The kids waved as Echo left the house. Boston soon got the two to school before heading to work himself.

Boston was always the one who got home first, and tonight was no different. He loved coming home to his children and spend time with them until Echo came home. Boston's best friend, a Black Lykan Hypersport named Regan Revs, would always keep an eye on the kids while he and Echo was at work, Boston was always thankful for that.

''I know I always say this, but thanks again for watching the kids, Reg. I'm owe you.'' Boston said.

''Ah, it's no problem.'' Regan smirked. ''I like those little things.'' He chuckled. ''I guess I'll see you again next week?''

Boston nodded. ''You know it.'' He smiled.

''Heh.'' Regan winked and left.

Boston smirked before turning to his sons. ''Alright, who wants to go and buy Sushi?''

''Usss!'' The kids chirped happily.

''Heh, alright. Let's roll.''

Echo sighed heavily as he packed his stuff from his office. Today had been a long day, as usual, and the pregnancy didn't make it better as he got exhausted way too quickly. He couldn't wait until he could get some time off, darn, he looked forward to that. Once he finished packing his stuff, he slowly made his way out of the office and down the road towards home, soon stopping at the traffic signals. At the left, an Red Ford F-150, appearing to be drunk, it drove against the red signals and.. CRASH. It felt like it all went in slow-motion- The huge pick-up truck crashed into Echo who went rolling over the road, only to land in the ditch, completely blacked out.. Everything went quiet. Then the sirens of emergency vehicles were soon heard.

Boston was getting worried, Echo hadn't come home at the time he usually arrived home at. Then.. The phone rang, Boston wasted no time and answered immediately. The voice on the other side on the phone spoke in a rather pained tone.

''::Is this Boston Benz?::''

''::Yes..::'' Boston nodded.

The voice sighed. ''::I'm calling from the police. I'm afraid there's been an accident..::''

Boston gluped, nervous. ''::I'm listening..::''

''::It's your husband.. Echo Coupé... He's been in a traffic accident.::'' The voice explained.

Boston's whole word crashed by hearing those words. The sound of the officer's voice said that it was bad. Boston didn't know how to react, he couldn't.. He was in shock.. Disbelief.

''::Sir?.. Are you still there?::'' The voice worridly asked.

''::How...::'' Was all Boston managed to choke out.

''::We're still trying to figure that out. But we believe it was a drunk driver.::''

''::...And Echo?...::''

''::He was rushed to the hospital quickly. I don't know more than that.. I'm sorry.::''

''::...Thank you.::'' Boston finished before hanging up.

''Daddy?'' The oldest son slowly asked as he drove up to Boston. ''What's up?''

''....I'll have to do something. Mr. Revs will come here in a few.'' Boston shortly said before driving out of the house and heading to the hospital.

Once Boston arrived at the hosptial he got the information that Echo was knocked out directly when he got hit, and hopefully didn't feel much pain.. His state was critical, and they were only able to stabilaze it by putting him into a coma state. It was also revealed that saving the unborn was impossible no matter how hard they tried.. Boston was eventually allowed to go into the room Echo was in. Echo was a wreck. His spoiler, and right side was completely severed, his hood was gone and he was covered in dents from the force of the crash. It was horrific to look at and Boston couldn't stop himself from breaking down, he starts to bawl loudly. Boston had never cried this much before, he had always been the tougher guy of him and Echo, the one who never let emotions get to him but HOW was he supposed to not do that now?.. When the one that meant everything in life was in this condition, it was impossible..

''I'm sorry, Echo..'' Boston choked out between sobs. ''This is my fault.. I should have told you to stay home...I...'' Grief took over him, he couldn't get a word out, he just sobbed his eyes out.

Boston was quick with giving Regan the responsibility to take care of his and Echo's sons at the moment as he himself was too sad and lost in his own darkness to be able to take care of his children. He never left Echo's side and it teared on his energy more than he'd admit. Regan visited the hospital a few days later, having left the kids at home with a car that worked for him, a trusted friend.

''Boston..'' Regan softly adressed his friend. ''Boston, you need to rest. Take a break.''

''I'm not leaving him.'' Boston subbornly argued.

Regan sighed. ''You're worning yourself out.'' He said before looking at Echo. ''Echo wouldn't want you to do this.. He'd want you to take care of yourself, no matter how his condition may be like.''

''You don't get this, Regan.'' Boston grumbled. ''I can't leave.. I can't..''

''I understand you. I really do.. But your children needs you.. Echo needs you to be strong, Boston.''

Boston whimpered and teared up slowly.

Regan sighed agan and patted the Mercedes' back. ''Alright.. I'll let you be. But at least think about what I've said..'' He said before driving out of the room.

Days slowly turned into weeks.. Boston eventually managed to leave Echo's room to return home short amounts of the time. Sadly, things didn't get better for Echo and the doctor wasn't able to tell if he ever would wake up again. Boston was a grief wreck, he didn't know what to do with himself.. Regan often visited him and tried to give him some positiveness but in vain, Boston was stuck in his darkest days.. He was starting to give up. What if Echo actually NEVER woke up?... How was Boston supposed to move on from that? He couldn't imagine a life without Echo..

Boston winced as he pulled out a piece of glass from his side, he didn't know why but the pain was his salvation.. It hurt, but he was too used to it by now. His phone ringed and he answered.

''::You need to come to the hospital..::'' Regan's voice said.

Boston wasted no time and sped over to the hospital where he got greeted by Regan. Regan had an expression that Boston couldn't quite read, he just montioned for him towards Echo's room. With a sigh Boston drove to Echo's room, expecting to see the usual but..

Echo looked at Boston upon hearing his egine, he smiled. The same warm and kind smile he always had, his eyes slowly watering up. "You didn't give up on me."

Boston could barely stop himself from starting to cry. "I'm sorry.." He apologized before rushing over to Echo, nuzzling him affectionly before starting to bawl. "I thought I lost you..."

"You'll never loose me." Echo reassured and nuzzled Boston back, gently leaning against him.

"I love you.." Boston sobbed. "I love you so damn much."

Echo smiled. "I love you too. Always and forever."

Regan smiled at the tearful renunion, leaning against the door to the room. Finally Boston was happy again. He soon decided to leave the two cars alone and left the room.

''Boston..'' Echo started and slowly moved away from his lover, looking away.

Boston frowned. ''What's wrong?'' He asked even though he guessed he already knew the answer.

''Our child...It's..''

Boston sighed and gently nuzzled the smaller car. ''I know.. I know.. But, at least you're alive.. I'm glad I didn't lose you, too.''

Echo didn't reply, he just shuddered.

''Besides... We can always try again.'' Boston stated.

Echo chuckled a bit. ''No.. I think... I think two already is enough for us.''

''Whatever you say, love.'' Boston smiled.

Echo was allowed to leave the hospital one day later. He and Boston went back home and they were immediately greeted by their sons whom both were overjoyed to see their beloved parents again. Echo's recovery took a time but he recovered just fine in the end. Now Boston was sure, nothing could split him and Echo. Not even death.

#Echo Coupé #Boston Benz #Pixar cars OCs

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beamdolans · 6 years

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Only Have Eyes For You - Pt.2 [G.D]

SUMMARY: His dads insane, his mothers a disheartened wreck, his brother is a major junkie, and his bad boy facade is driving him mad. All the girls desire the secretive boy, but he only has eyes for her.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: sorry a lot of depressing shit and smut I guess. possible triggers? also this is my first fanfic so get ready for some punctuation mistakes!

[Y/n’s POV]

I checked the clock that was plastered to the front of the class and above Mr.White's desk.

It read '8:30pm'.

Thank god detention was almost over. All these years of being in the education system, and I've never been in this room once. It was definitely more foul-smelling then I had imagined. There was so much hype about how exhilarating detention was, how the people here were always fun to mess around with. I thought at least Maverick would be hear, since he's usually here alongside Dolan. He always winks at me when I pass him on my way to 2nd period.

Maverick Duval, the very attractive, super tough guy, that happens to be the captain of the football team, and has his very own cool kid posse, like guys like him do in the movies. No one would dare touch him, unless you wanted your legs to be seen crawling back to the other half of your body; no one except stupid head over there in the corner, and his even more stupid brother, Ethan Dolan, AKA; ex captain of the football team and might I add, the biggest badass known to man, no one messes with him either. Everyone says Ethan takes after his dad, Randy.

I don't talk to E, nor have I seen his dad, so I'm not gonna make any assumptions. Maverick and the twins are always at each other's throats. I kinda wanted to see how they'd all be locked in a room with one another for 5 hours. I'd bet one of them would have had the others heads by now.

There's no one in here but Mr. Mysterious and my groggy colleague. It was kind of a let down.

Definitely no breakfast club.

Rachel fell asleep around 2 hours ago and was currently lying on the collection of drool forming on my desk. Grayson has been humming non stop looking like he was having the time of his life, sitting there in his seat tapping his two fingers over top the table over and over again. Countless songs by Weezer, Arctic Monkeys and surprisingly, New Kids on the Block were heard coming from his mouth.

I'd never thought he'd be the type to listen to New Kids on the Block.

Like ever.

[Grayson's POV]

God I hate when Mr.Whites late. The clock at the front of the class read '9:28pm'. The guy was a track star back in the 90's, and now, he's slow as fuck. I guess when Ethan whipped a shot put ball at him in 7th grade, he really messed the hell out of his knee. He was a cripple for the rest of that year, resulting in him accumulating a massive hatred for us Dolan’s, getting pent up inside him ever since.

Rachel and y/n were presently passed out beside one another, no doubt getting over their major hangovers. Mr. White better hurry the fuck up, or the past will soon replay itself. I was scared.

I had seemed to subconsciously shed a tear, "Shit." I say under my breath, knowing that y/n was only sleeping lighting. I pat the tear away with the sleeve of my red sweater. I was really scared.

Scared of what they would think of me when I coward in the corner whilst my dad comes bashing through the class room doors, asking why the hell I wasn't out yet. 'You're wasting my fucking time.' I bet he'd say, while gripping me around my neck as tight as he could, most liking turning my face a disturbing shade of blue. He's traumatized the fuck outta me ever since I was a kid. He had some brutal strength, and doesn't hesitate to hurt me in front of my friends. I don't know why'd he hesitate around girls, it would just show them how much of a pussy I really am.

He's not my dad though, he's my step dad. You know, one of those stereotypical step parents you see on TV, that you would think to have had some time in prison by now. I'm really, not exaggerating. My mom met him at a strip club, shortly after my dad died in a freak car accident when I was 4. He probably won her over by buying her a drink or complimenting her figure or some stupid shit like that.

She was so stupid, worst mistake of her life. Me and Ethan despised him the first day we met the guy; the way he would drunkenly stagger my mom to the doorway after a long night at who knows were. The way he would make these disgusting remarks about my mom, that she would just brush off later like it was nothing. The way he touched me and Ethan. It started out small first, but now hitting us is in his daily routine. She was so utterly depressed and desperate and needed a distraction from the pain, I guess that distraction was my dick head dad.

I don't like calling him dad.

[Y/n's POV]

I awoke with a loud bang coming from the opposite side of the door. I was dazed and confused, since the last thing I remember was staring at the clock, making sure I didn't end up catching any z's, but clearly I was out cold.

Oh shit the clock. 9:36pm I read, after rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Grayson was awake, and he looked petrified. Another bang struck the door, and it reverberated throughout the room.

I gazed over at Grayson, and with every thump, his eyes closed tight, and his body shook in terror. A man's deep voice was heard from the flip-side of the door, and quite frankly, it didn't sound pleasant. "Grayson!" The man yelled. Grayson looked at me. His eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were drenched.

"Y/n what's going on?!" Rachel said, wide eyed. She awoke from her sleep clearly as confused and scared as I was. Her knees curled up to her chin. "Is Mr.White trying to get in?!"

I peered over at Grayson and found myself staring at what looked to be the body of a petrified 5 year old, cowardly shielding himself with his hands. I've never seen him like this, it was scary.

He looked back at me, he was breathing heavily. Rachel was too busy worrying about who was at the door rather than to notice Grayson.

"Gray! Are you in there? Let me in!" The man's voice boomed behind the closed door. Grayson immediately unwrapped his arms from his legs, and quickly wiped away the tears falling from his puffy, red eyes. He staggered his way up to the door sniffling and occasionally dabbing his nose with the back of his wet hand. He twisted the handle, and behind the door, was no other then his quit pale looking twin. I let out a sigh of relief.

Ethan rushed in the room, "What the hell? You were supposed to be out of this place 45 minutes ago! I was worried dude." He raised his hands up over his figure, leaned forward and shook his head. "Your fucking lucky dad didn't-" he paused and slapped his hands down to his sides. "Who's the pretty lady?" He asked pointing in my direction. "I've been in here how many times? And I haven't seen your gorgeous face once." He smiled and rested his thumbs in the loops of his jeans.

Grayson looked my way and rolled his eyes. "The 'pretty lady' has a name E." He cleared his throat. "And that is?" Ethan said, licking his lips. He turned his head so his ear was all I could see. I reply to his question with my name and cross my arms. I look over to see Rachel with raised eyebrows and a lollipop she probably found at the bottom of her bag, wedged in between her lips.

"Wow nice to see you too Ethan. Nothing to say about my pretty face?" She said walking closer. Ethan looked down and smiled. He let out a scoff. "Hi Rachel. I've seen you enough times to know that your face is pretty." He laughed, and she copied. Ethan looked back my way after the chuckles stopped and the silence in the room got bigger. "Well y/n, it was nice to meet you, but me and Gray gotta head out. And you guys should too, it's getting dark out there." He jerked his head to the door.

We all jumped when Mr.White came crashing in to the room. He had a briefcase in hand and colourful papers were flying out of it everywhere. He let out a loud sigh and rubbed his eyebrows together. "Sorry, the traffic was insane." We all stood there waiting on someone to say something. "Well?" His Eyes darted between the each of us. "You can go know!" He waved his hand towards the door and chuckled.

I didn't hesitate to move my feet towards the exit fast, I had no idea what had just went down. Rachel quickly speed up to get beside me. "Bye guys! See you next time." She yelled looking back. I heard two faint 'good byes' in the distance, and half of a witty remark made by one of the brothers, but I didn't stop to find out what the rest was, I was just happy to be out of that contested room.

We made it to the parking lot and unlocked Rachel's burgundy Mercedes. I was thinking about asking her about Grayson's little episode that happened earlier, but I assumed she didn't see it since she definitely would have questioned me about it all ready. I'll just keep it to myself.

[Grayson's POV]

'Shit.' I thought. "Shit." I said. Ethan turned his head and questioned me. "What?" He turned the sharp corner slowly in my Ford Bronco. Our stupid old man crashed Ethan's car last week, so I let him use my ride.

"Ah, nothing." I said looking over my shoulder and out the window. It wasn't actually nothing. Ethan took a hand off the wheel, grabbed my face, and jerked my head left so it was facing him. He squinted his eyes and stared at me hard. He slammed the breaks and grunted.

"Dude what the hell?!" I said bracing myself with the side of my door. "Why are your eyes red and swollen." He said sternly and monotone. He wouldn't break the gaze between us until I spoke up. "You were crying, weren't you." He took in a sharp breath. "You were fucking crying!" He banged his hands against the wheel. "Ethan." I gulped.

He whipped his head back and rested it on the back of his seat. "Grayson who saw." He clenched his eyes shut. This is what I was afraid of. How did he always know what I was thinking when I haven't even said anything yet? "Only Y/n." I hesitated. "Only y/n? You mean the girl you just met and know nothing about?" He gave me a shocked and disappointed look. "Shit Gray, she could end up telling the whole school!"

I clenched my jaw and gritted my teeth. "What? What happens if people find out? Am I not aloud to be scared?! You were fucking banging on the door like a maniac!" I snapped. "I thought you were dad." A single tear slipped from my eye. He looked at me with sympathy. "Grayson. I just don't want anything to happen to you. You know Maverick and his goons are friggin insane." He paused and shook his head. "They'll start a fight with you about anything and everything." I nodded my head in agreement, well knowing his statement was very true. "I just want to cry like a normal person." I said low, not breaking contact with the dark road ahead of us.

The car was unbearably silent for a few minutes after that. "Gray?" He broke the awkwardness. I hummed softly, signalling he could ask his question. "Can you stay with Y/n?" He shot me a look then quickly shifted his eyes back to the road. I was confused. "Do what?" He sighed, "Gray, if you don't stay with her for the next couple of days, she might as-well think telling the whole school about your little incident is the given thing to do."

I rolled my eyes. He was right, I didn't know this girl. I had no idea what her intentions might be. Who knows what she might do with the information. I nodded my head. "Gray, I just-" he stuttered. "You just don't want me to get hurt." I finished his sentence. I watched as he rested his cheek in his hand. "C'mon, it won't be that hard." He made sure to emphasized the 'that'. He shot me a grin.

"What do you mean?" I responded. "I mean, you were looking at that girl like she was your dinner."

"Was not."

"Was too." He shot back, lightly punching me in my arm. I guess I was, Y/n was the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. I've kinda had a thing for her since 5th grade. I want to get to know her.

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Miss Nothing - Miss Everything Sequel - Request

Originally requested by @mrsdeanfuckingwinchester: Dean x reader have been married for years, she gets pregnant, but he doesn’t want it. She leaves but never moves on. He ends up in another relationship and about to marry her. At the altar, he decides he needs to be with reader and their child. Sequel requested by @winsmut (I need more), @essie1876 (I need to know what happens!!!), @mrs--banner (MOOOREEEEE AHHH), @a-stupid-pretty-girl-u-to-know (Part 2 for Miss Everything please?!?), @thoughtsfromtheam (Miss Everything is... everything... part 2??), anon ( 'Miss Everything', do you think that you could do a part2, ...), @leoqueen-maha ( OH MY CASTIEL!!! Does he find her? How? When? I NEED A MISS EVERYTHING SEQUEL PLEASE!...)

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 3,951

Warnings: Daddy issues, I guess // I changed the time line a little for the sake of the story, as well. Also, un-edited because this is damn long and I had zero time.

A/N: Call me the angry mother with daddy issues from now on. This was a relief to write.

**Remember this is for the Sequel Friday special. ;)

Enjoy!

|Miss Everything|

It took him months, almost a year, but he finally located (Y/N). His heart skipped a beat when he saw her walking out of her house.

It wasn’t much of a big deal, it was small but it looked cozy and pretty, perfect for a child. Dean noticed a little plastic Barbie car at the front yard and butterfly stickers at one of the windows from the two story house.

She looked great. She had let her hair grow a bit more, and her face kept the youthful shinning he adored so much. She looked like someone who had gained and lost too much weight in a short amount of time, yet she looked gorgeous.

Dean was parked at the other side of the street, admiring her from afar, leaning on his black car. She hadn’t noticed him; she was picking up the toys from the entrance before leaving. Dean noticed a classic ford mustang in a delicious red colour. He remembered her love for classic cars, but was also pleased to see a children seat at the back.

He observed, patiently, dreaming of the minute her eyes connected with his – he had dreamt it ever since he left the Church and began his search for her – how her (Y/E/C) would show her the same heart-warming love and would shed happy tears; and her bright pink lips forming the biggest grin of them all… And how she would run to him, to hold him tightly not wanting to let him go. And Dean would apologize and make her all the kinds of promises he couldn’t do back in the day; and he would meet his child and they would be a family.

As his mind wandered to that fantasy, (Y/N) finished picking up and turned on the car, leaving him. Dean punished himself mentally for not being alert, and he also felt a bit sad that she hadn’t even noticed the black beauty behind him. How much she loved Baby, and the joyful glances she would give to it whenever it appeared at her front porch when Dean picked her up for a date.

He waited once more until she came back with a blonde kid with bright green eyes. She looked just like him, and she had a pink shirt with Led Zeppelin’s logo printed. She had a Barbie in hand, and he couldn’t help but to flinch when he noticed how it wore a hand-made leather jacket.

“Mommy!” The girl called. She didn’t have the typical squeaky and annoying tone every child has but rather a tougher one. “Can we go to the movies tonight?” She asked as (Y/N) helped her out of the car.

“Of course! Which movie would you like to watch?”

“Insidious!” She squealed happily. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and smiled lovingly at her.

“Finish your homework early and we’ll go.” The tiny girl didn’t argue, she nodded and ran back to the house.

(Y/N) stood there, taking the backpack and the groceries bags out. Dean knew he had to make his move then.

“I would…” He cleared his throat as he walked towards the woman he had once loved with all his heart, “I would love to join you… If you let me.”

(Y/N) froze dropping the bags to the floor. Dean was fast and caught them for her, offering his best puppy eyes. “Dean…” She whispered.

“Hi.” The signature Dean Winchester smile was flashed like a popstar shaking his hair to impress.

“You…” (Y/N)’s breath became heavy, and her eyes trapped the small tears that threatened to come out. It was just as Dean expected.

“I’m back… If you take me.” (Y/N) breathed in deeply and, when Dean thought she would hug him, she slapped him so hard he almost dropped the bags.

“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I WENT THROUGH?” She fumed, “A FREAKING SINGLE MOTHER THAT KNEW NOTHING OTHER THAN HUNTING FREAKING MONSTERS RAISING A CHILD FROM A MAN WHO ABBANDONED HER…”

“I know, I’m sorry…”

“SORRY?!” She let out a sarcastic laughter, “Do you even know her name?”

“Ma-Mary?” He suggested.

“Why on Earth would I name her that?!” She exclaimed.

“Because… it’s my mother’s name?” Dean had shortened like a submissive slave.

“Right, of course!” She hissed, “Why didn’t I think of naming my child after the mother of the man who abandoned us!” She face palmed angrily and took the bags off his hands.

“(Y/N), please.” He begged.

“Please?” She was about to cry, “That’s exactly what I… I begged you to think it through, I remained hopeful that you would change your mind and come back to us…”

“I came back, (Y/N).”

“Five years later, Dean.” She whispered bitterly, “She’s better without you.”

(Y/N) turned around to leave, hoping that her girl hadn’t heard the argument or that she wouldn’t notice her crying… Although, she always noticed when something was wrong. She was so smart and mature… Side effects of growing with a single mother that couldn’t get her shit together during her first year.

“Can you at least tell me her name?” Dean begged.

“Louise.” She replied nonchalantly and opened the door.

“What does it mean?” Dean asked again. (Y/N) took a deep breath.

“Warrior.”

Dean couldn’t blame her for reacting like that. Hell, he would’ve done the exact same thing. He had been so dumb, so naïve and narcissistic to think that (Y/N), out of all women, would take him back just like that after five years of raising her child all by herself… No, he had to earn that right and the first part of his plan was done. He hadn’t only confronted her and made her know he was willing to get them back, but he had also made sure to leave a little envelope on her mailbox with money he had saved over the years.

He had saved it for his retirement, apparently, but in reality he saved it just in case (Y/N) came back asking for help… he knew it was expensive to raise a child, and was now impressed that he had managed all by herself. Either way, he was willing to give her a monthly envelope with what he thought was enough money because, whether she took him back or not, he wanted to give his child the life he had kept her from.

His child… Little Louise with her golden looks and apple green eyes; with Barbies that needed hand-made clothes because nothing was badass enough, wanting to go to horror movies and listening to classic rock music… She was a dream come true and Dean’s heart ached at the thought of not being there while she grew up.

He had missed her first steps, her first words, her first everything… He didn’t want to miss the rest of it.

“Well, it could’ve been worse.” Sam told him once Dean arrived to the bunker to tell him every last detail.

“Worse?” Dean inquired angrily.

“I thought she would kill you.” Sam shrugged his shoulders.

“And you left me go with that in mind? What if she did kill me?” Sam hesitated.

“You kind of deserve it…” He said. Dean sighed heavily.

“I know…”

“So what does he look like?” Dean lifted an eyebrow, “Your child.”

“It’s a girl… Louise.” He explained with a sad smile, “She looks just like me… or mom.”

“Can’t deny I always knew we have strong genes…” Sam joked.

“But she’s a real bad-ass just like (Y/N)… She wanted to go watch Insidious and her Barbie had a leather jacket… Oh, and she wore a pink Led Zeppelin’s shirt!” Dean cheered. Sam observed with both sadness and joy at his brother’s reaction.

“She sounds awesome.” Sam mumbled.

“Yeah… I need to know her, Sam.” Dean spoke softly, “I need her to know I’m her dad… Even if she hates me.”

“She probably will…”

“She’s five.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Sam said, “I started hating on dad when I was three… And he never truly abandoned us so…” He clicked his tongue.

“How reassuring.” Dean hissed.

“I’m just saying, man… It will cost you and eye and half of the other to get them back.” Dean nodded, taking a sip from his beer. “I’ll help you, though.”

The next week, at night, Dean appeared back at her door. (Y/N) didn’t let him in, she simply walked out and shut the door behind her.

“What the hell are you doing here?” She whispered angrily.

“I…”

“She’s asleep, Dean!” She insisted, “You can’t just come in at ten o’clock and ring the doorbell.”

“Sorry, it won’t happen again.” He promised in the same low voice she was using.

“Of course it won’t, because I forbid you to come back.” Dean’s face fell.

“(Y/N), don’t do this, please.” Dean begged.

“Can’t you see?” She sniffed, “She’s grown thinking that her father doesn’t love her… And it’s not my words but the kids at school, the ones who bully her for not taking anyone for father’s day.”

“I had no idea…” Dean mumbled.

“Of course you don’t… You’re too busy living the bachelor life, drinking and sleeping around with skanks.” She hissed.

“I changed, (Y/N).” He insisted.

“Changed the outfit, perhaps. First time I see you wearing a shirt that’s not a squared flannel.” Dean looked down to see his red shirt over the black tee…

“(Y/N), please.” He begged once again.

“What would you even tell her? That you changed your mind? That you do love her?” She started crying, “That you made a mistake and want her back? She doesn’t want to hear it Dean…”

“How do you know?”

“Because we go to therapy, Dean!” She cried, “You think you suffered because daddy was out working? Imagine no daddy at all!”

“I’m… I’m sorry…” He too started crying, “I just didn’t want her to drag her into the life… I wanted her to have a normal life…”

“Leaving us wasn’t the way, that’s for sure.” She hissed, “Please, leave us alone.”

She entered the house, leaving a crying Dean at the door.

“Lame.” A younger voice spoke in the darkness. Dean got on alert, taking his gun out. “My mom’s gun is bigger.” It said and Dean followed it to the fence right next to the house, which lead to the backyard. Louise was sitting there, observing.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Dean inquired in an authoritarian voice.

“Shouldn’t you be apologizing?” She snapped back, chewing a pink bubble gum.

“It’s too late for candies.” He observed.

“It’s too late for trying to be a father.” She said.

“How old are you?” Dean inquired. Yes, children could be assholes but even so she spoke like an older person.

“Five.” She smirked cockily.

“Sassy, just like your mother.” Dean mumbled.

“Don’t forget smart.” Dean chuckled and nodded. “We’re still in the life.” she said, making sure to use a morbid tone for the last words. “Last weekend we hunted a vetala in Nebraska.”

“Really?” Dean walked closer so he was face to face to her.

“Yup.” She popped the p, “I killed them… Nobody ever suspects about the small ones.”

“Damn right, sweetheart.” Dean joked and she giggled. The sound of her made Dean’s heart melt. “So which is your favourite band?”

“One Direction.” His face fell once more and so she laughed loudly. “I’m joking, mom did the same when I told her… My favourite band is Blue Oyster Cult.” Dean smiled at her stumbling over “oyster”.

“Song?”

“I can’t just pick one.” She smiled shyly. Dean agreed with her. “Don’t listen to her… She still loves you, but she’s hurt…”

“I don’t think she loves me anymore.” Dean confessed sadly.

“If she didn’t she would already be married to Mr. Culton… My art teacher who is in love with her…” Louise shrugged her tiny shoulders.

“Maybe… But I have to follow her rules.” Dean explained sadly.

“Fine, let’s follow her rules.” She smirked mischievously, “At this time she goes back to bed and watches sci-fi shows until she falls asleep…”

“You want us to meet in secret?” Dean inquired softly.

“Only until she forgives you… I would really like to get to know my dad.” Dean shuddered.

“I’ll be here every night if that’s what you want.” He promised.

“Good, now leave before she notices your car is still parked outside… Oh and, bring me more bubble gum, Mrs. Hatkins doesn’t want to give me more because she says my teeth will rot.”

“She’s right.” Dean observed.

“If I have your teeth, no.” She snapped back, “Mom says you drink daily and your teeth are still perfect… And alcohol deteriorates them faster so…”

“Deteriorates? How do you even know that word?”

“I read.” She stated like it was the most obvious thing in the planet. “Now leave.”

“Right, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He promised, stroking a strand of her softly like he was afraid to touch her.

“Good night, dad.” She winked and jumped to the other side of the fence. Dean saw her small figure running back to the house. He walked back to his car and, before he got in, the lights of her room turned on and her cheeky face appeared at the window. She was showing him the exact box of bubble gum she wanted. Dean gave her a thumb up as a gesture that he understood and left.

For the rest of the week, he would park his car a few houses away and meet his daughter at the fence. They would talk about everything including the issues in Heaven and Castiel as well as the ridiculous things Mr. Culton would do to impress (Y/N).

One night, (Y/N) begged him to show her his car. Dean’s heart fluttered when the girl started quoting facts about that exact model and complimented his job at reconstructing her during the several accidents.

“When mom forgives you, can you give me a ride?” She inquired as they walked back to the house.

“Of course, where would you like me to take you?” She thought it for a second, pouting.

“As far as we can, so I can spend more time on it with you.” She smiled. The pink bubble gum was visible against one of her back teeth.

“Miss, you got yourself a deal.” Dean said as he lifted her over the fence to get her to the other side.

“You know?” She spoke before he left, “Mom always said you were a good man and I didn’t believe her because... You know.”

“I know…”

“But now,” She continued, “I agree with her.”

Dean was so happy to have finally bonded with his daughter. Of course, Sam was too but he insisted that it wasn’t a good idea to see Louise without (Y/N)’s permission, knowing that there were legal actions she could take.

“But she’s so smart!” Dean continued.

“I know, you’ve said it before.” Sam rolled his eyes but made sure to show his happiness with a smile.

“And her jokes!”

“We know.” Castiel added. He was very interested in Dean’s behaviour after meeting Louise.

“AND SHE SINGS!”

“Awesome…” Sam whispered, “What about (Y/N)?”

Of course, Dean hadn’t forgotten about her. Every week he would appear at her door to apologize. He gave her flowers, she threw them on his face; he got her an “I’m sorry” cake, and she took the lid off and threw it on his face. He had tried with all kinds of presents and none of them worked. Less to say, she wouldn’t receive the envelopes, instead, whenever he appeared, she would throw it back to him.

“Maybe she doesn’t need gifts…” Sam suggested, remembering how much of a simple girl (Y/N) was.

Louise tried to help him. She would list all the weird things Mr. Culton did so Dean avoided them, but even so (Y/N) didn’t want to see him.

That night, Dean arrived earlier than usual. He saw (Y/N) through the kitchen’s window, washing the dishes as Louise made a drawing at the table behind her. That was the kind of vision he wanted; (Y/N), Louise and him being a real family.

She was singing… It wasn’t the kind of singing one does to impress but rather the kind that comes out unconsciously. Dean’s heart fluttered at the sound of her voice; how much he missed her voice in the mornings, whispering his name…

Louise noticed him. She had the ears of a hunter, and so she made all kinds of faces for him to wait until (Y/N) left but he shook his head. He had decided to follow Sam’s advice.

Confidently, but inertly dying out of nerves, he knocked the door. Louise acted like she had no idea who that was and so (Y/N) dried her hands and opened. Before she could shut it on his face, Dean held the door and begged her for a chance.

“Begging doesn’t sit you, Winchester.” She hissed in a whisper.

“Mommy?” Louise called innocently, “Who is it?”

“No one, sweetie.” (Y/N) gave her a fake smile, “Just another sales man.”

Louis sighed heavily, jumping down of the chair with her drawing in hand and showing it to her.

“A sales man or my dad, Dean Winchester.” The tiny girl spoke. The drawing showed (Y/N) and Dean, holding hands with Louise sitting on his shoulders; there were hearts all around and flowers and dead monsters.

“What does your therapist says about the dead monsters in your drawings?” Dean inquired.

“She thinks it’s a reflection of my own nightmares that…” (Y/N) shut her mouth instantly, “Out!” She ordered.

“No, mom.” Louise begged.

“Honey, you don’t even know him!” (Y/N) squealed.

“Yes, I do.” Louise insisted and proceeded to confess her crimes.

“YOU TOOK MY DAUGHTER OUT OF THE HOUSE TO SHOW HER YOUR GODDAMN CAR?!” (Y/N) fumed once Louise finished.

“First of all, she’s our daughter.” Dean stated, “Second of all, you loved that car; and third of all, I took care of her and brought her back.”

They had stopped fighting with the door. (Y/N) kept it wide open but didn’t allow Dean to step in.

“I don’t care, Dean!” She insisted, “You can’t appear five years later and try to win her with Baby and bubble gum… Which by the way,” she turned to Louise, “you can’t chew bubble gum so late at night every day!”

“That’s exactly what I told her…” Dean mumbled.

“Yet you brought her more boxes and… And you don’t have the right to tell my daughter what to do!” (Y/N) exclaimed.

“Our daughter.” Dean repeated.

“No, you might’ve helped with bringing her… but the one that raised her and took care of and all of that is me.” (Y/N) fumed.

“She has a point.” Louise observed.

“Go to your room.” (Y/N) ordered.

“I think she has the right to listen to what I need to tell you.” Dean muttered.

“No! Parents talk about their problems while the kids play. Also, you can’t give me the contrary because we’re supposed to… I’m supposed to make the right decisions for her.” She corrected herself. Truth was, she had always dreamt of Dean coming back and being parents together but after the damage and pain Louise had suffered… The world would never understand the pain a mother feels when her child suffers.

“Please, (Y/N).” Dean begged.

“Please, mom.” Louise joined her. (Y/N) could resist a pair of green puppy eyes but too was too much to bear and so they ended up at the living room, with Dean sitting in front of the two girls ready to apologize.

“I’m an idiot.”

“Idiot is short.” (Y/N)interrupted.

“Fine, I’m more than an idiot… I’m an asshole, an awful person and I certainly don’t deserve your forgiveness. I was about to marry someone else… But when I was there, at the altar, I couldn’t think of anyone else but you, (Y/N).” He confessed, “I never stopped loving you, not even when we broke up, you have always been the love of my life. I broke my dad’s rules to marry you when we were young, and I broke my own heart and yours trying to keep you and Louise safe from hunting.”

“Which of course didn’t happen.” Louis whispered, receiving a stern glare from both of them.

“My point is that I suffered just as much as you did… I imagined every night how Louise would look like, and how her personality would be and you as a mother… And I tortured myself with those thoughts because I deserved it, and I never looked for you before because I thought I would be rewarding myself if I did and I deserved to be punished for… For kicking you out.”

“And now you’re back.” She muttered.

“I’m back because I don’t want any other life if it isn’t with you two… I don’t… don’t expect you to take me back, not at least in five years…”

“Ten.” Louise stated.

“Ten years. But I want to be with you… I want to go to the movies with you and watch horror films, and I want to go hunting and I want to cook dinner and go to the park… Everything a father and a husband does…”

“Only father.” (Y/N) stated.

“We are still married, though… Remember?” Louise frowned, “The paper from Vegas wasn’t precisely official so there was no divorce to be made unless we went back to Vegas…”

“I don’t care, Dean.” (Y/N) whispered.

“I know.” He cleared his throat, “But please, let me try.”

“You were scared that your life would come after us…” (Y/N) muttered.

“And now my best friend is an Angel, I share drinks with the King of Hell and I have God’s number… I’m not really afraid anymore.” He confessed.

“God’s number?” (Y/N) inquired.

“Yup, remember Chuck?”

“I KNEW IT!” Dean chuckled.

“I can take care of you now… Please, give me a chance.” (Y/N) thought it for longer than Dean expected, sharing knowing glances with Louise.

“Weekends… And you can call her after school.” She finally stated, “If it’s true that you changed… We’ll see if it escalates from that.”

“I promise I’ll be the best father ever, right kiddo?” Louise giggled and they high fived.

“Right… It’s school day tomorrow so…” Dean nodded and got up.

“Right, sorry.” He said, “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

(Y/N) walked Dean out. “If you hurt her…”

“I won’t.” Dean promised. “I want to make things right with her… And you.” (Y/N) nodded, “In fact… Louise told me she has a sleep over next Friday… Maybe I could take you to the midnight show at the movies, like in the old times.”

She chuckled. “There’s no such thing anymore.”

“Then stargazing… Or I could show you the bunker where we live now and introduce you to Castiel… Sam would love to see you.” Dean insisted.

“Baby steps, Dean. You hurt us badly.” She said.

“Right, sorry.” (Y/N) bit her lips and, before he left, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Drive safe, and tell Sam and Castiel that they can come to dinner next weekend.” Dean smiled widely at her. She got back inside and Dean walked to Baby.

He took one last look the house and noticed Louise at the window giving him thumbs up cheerfully. Dean replied with the same gesture. Louise jumped away from the window, and two second later (Y/N) appeared where her daughter had been. She gave Dean a stern glare and he apologize silently. She shook her head and moved away. The lights of the room went out and so her left.

It would take him years, but he was sure he would get them back sooner or later.

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