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đđ˘đŤđŹđ đŤđđĽđđđŹđ: 07.08.23 (What Once was Mine)
i understand that jensen is a grown man, but people have no right to hurt others. ofc some people like this look, some don't, but let's respect jensen and not say negative things to his face. how can someone call themselves a fan like that? (no member of the cast deserves this)
What the actual fuck? I saw this on Instagram and couldn't believe people were doing this. It took Jensen ages to get comfortable at conventions and now 'fans' are doing this?!
He's an actor, he has to change his look up all the time for the role he's playing and if you don't like it keep it to yourself!!!
What the hell is wrong with people?!?! You donât do this with ANYONE - why does a large percentage of the public have no manners or decency anymore?!
I normally don't get involved with drama, but when someone calls this man ugly because he shaved his beard off, well that makes me angry! Seriously this man had no beard for 15 years playing the role of Dean Winchester, and many years before that he did roles with out a beard for DOOL, Dark Angel, Smallville etc so to attack him at a con for him shaving his beard and calling him ugly WTAF!
Can someone please tell me what the difference is because to me this man is beautiful inside and out, beard or no beard, long hair or short!! 𼚠â¤ď¸
It's been bugging me, so I needed to say something đ¤ˇđźââď¸ I will defend this man always!! 𼚠đĽ°
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: after getting dumped by a guy you'd been talking to, you decided there wasn't much of a point in looking for love. You were better off just staying home and drinking while watching your comfort shows. well... perhaps the sheriff may be able to change your mind.
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: reader gets dumped, alcohol, friends to lovers, smut MINORS DNI, Soft!Dom Beau, pet names (Sweetheart, Darlin(g) Princess, etc.) oral (fm receiving), cuffs, unprotected intimacy (reader's on birth control). Overstimulation. I think that's it???
đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤđŹ đ§đ¨đđ: hey guys, bare with me as this is my second smut. If anyone has any tips on how to better my writing when it comes to this sort of content please feel free to comment. Any advice is appreciated.
What was the point of getting all dolled up for someone that wasn't even going to give you the time of day?
You'd been trying to go on some dates here and there since it had been a while since you'd given it a shot. Besides, everyone deserved to have a little love in their life right? Why would you be an exception? You had plenty of things to offer. You were smart, and you were at least decent looking. Granted, you were no model or anything like that, but you didn't look like a potato grew arms and legs or anything. You took care of yourself, you were educated and had a decent job that you actually enjoyed. You thought you had a pretty good sense of humor and you at least tried to get along with everyone you met.
So what was stopping you when it came to finding a long term relationship?
About two months ago you downloaded a little dating app that Jenny Hoyt was telling you about. She recommended it because she claimed it was helping her at least talk to more people before she got back onto the dating scene. Now she was in a relationship with someone who was also a Private Investigator.
If it worked for Jenny, why couldn't it work for you?
So you gave it a shot.
A few days after you had downloaded the app you had started talking to a guy. His name was Preston. You didnât expect anything to happen so fast and you didnât want to get attached. Quick attachment was both dangerous and a little unrealistic, but you still found yourself getting excited to message him and you smiled every time you got a notification from him. When you two called you started to grow fond of hearing his voice before you went to bed. He had an adorable southern drawl that sounded like he was from the southern part of North Carolina and it cute whenever he said your name over the phone.
The both of you had even video called on numerous occasions so you knew what he looked like and he knew what you looked like. He was handsome and you thought the two of you would make the cutest couple if he ever asked you to be his girlfriend. Honestly you thought you could even be willing to move out of state just to be closer to Preston if things ever got serious.
The past two months flew by so fast and you were growing more and more fond of Preston. When he said he was going on a road trip and Montana was one of his stops, he said he wanted to meet you in person and that there was something he wanted to tell you. That excited you even more and you couldn't wait to find out what he wanted to say!
Preston told you when he was finally in Montana that morning and he would see you in a couple of hours. You had told him which diner to meet you at and when the time came you were practically on the edge of your seat. But as the time went on, he was about ten minutes late - which was fine, you had assumed maybe he got lost.
Then ten minutes became twenty. Then thirty. Then three hours suddenly flew by and that was when you finally got a notification on your phone.
The message Preston left you was heart breaking.
"Y/N, I'm sorry to have to do this... I wanted to tell you in person but I'm not good at this kind of thing. I just don't think we can work out. I just don't think we can really be that compatible with each other. It was nice talking to you, but it's time to move on... I'm sorry"
Before you even had the chance to type out a response, Preston had blocked you on practically everything. You couldn't even ask if there was anything you could do to at least try changing his mind.
And all of this brings you to where you are now...
With slightly puffy eyes and a reddened nose, you had just entered the closest liquor store. At least now you could see since the tears had stopped for the time being. You were roaming around the aisles, trying to decide how fucked up you wanted to get that night since you didn't have anything to do tomorrow. Then you heard a familiar voice.
"Y/N?"
You glanced over and you saw one of the sweetest women known to mankind was in the liquor store with you. Denise had the biggest smile on her face as she walked over in your direction, but her smile faltered the closer she got and her brows knitted with concern. That was your sign she must've noticed you'd been crying in your car for the past thirty minutes.
"Awe, sweetie.. you look terrible! Did something happen? Is there anything I can do to help?" She asked and you shook your head a little.
"Thanks, but no ma'am. It's just some allergies." You lied, though you doubted it was a believable story.
Nevertheless, the assistant at Dewell and Hoyt Private Investigations pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose before adjusting her cardigan a little but the look of concern never left her face. You had told her you were talking with someone on the phone, so she knew you had some little app like Jenny had and Denise had been so excited for you. It had been a while since she'd seen you happy over a boy.
"Allergies... Sweetie if it's allergies, I don't think those wine coolers will do the trick if it's an allergic reaction to a fractured heart." She frowned and you could feel your eyes water again and you looked down at the wine coolers you'd been looking at when she noticed you.
"Recommend anything a little stronger?" You asked, trying not to have your voice crack.
Denise frowned a little, but she took you by the hand and the two of you walked over to a different section.
"What are you doing here anyways, Denise? I didn't take you for a drinker." You said and the woman smiled a little.
"I was just picking up wine to cook with. Then maybe another bottle to have a glass with a good book." She admitted, causing you to grin a little.
When the two of you made it to the selection of vodkas, you started looking at the different brands before you picked up a bottle of Absolut Vanilla and you looked over at Denise.
"I hope your cooking goes well. You'll have to tell me what you made next time I come over to the PI's office and see you." You said and Denise nodded.
"Just make sure you message me when you get home. The waterworks is dangerous for driving too." She warned and you chuckled a little before you nodded. Even when your heart was broken, this woman could still somehow make you smile.
"I will." You promised.
"The ache will pass, sweetie. There's plenty of people out there waiting for the right one, even some locals." She said and she gave you a soft hug, which you returned. Then when she let go, she gave your arm a little reassuring squeeze before she walked off to the wine section.
As for you, you went to the register and bought the bottle you wanted before you walked out of the store, paper bag in hand. Finally, you could go home and drink in peace and try to forget all about this disaster, forget about love altogether even.
Beau was sitting down at is desk, gaze downcast at the paperwork he'd been filling out related to an investigation that's been closed that afternoon. It didn't help much that his back ached because he had to chase a perp on foot that afternoon since he was a suspect for a different case.
Just as he closed the file, Beau heard his phone beginning to ring. He groaned a little to himself before he took his phone and looked at the caller ID only to grin when he realized it was Denise. He answered the call and lifted the phone to his ear.
"Denise! I thought you'd be at home relaxing, what are you doing calling me so late?" Beau asked as he looked at the computer screen in front of him to look at the rest of the work he needed to do.
"Hey Beau, on your way home tonight can you do me a favor? It's about Y/N."
Once Beau heard your name slip through the speaker he stopped what he was doing so he could pay attention to Denise.
"What's going on with her? Is she alright?"
"Calm down, Cowboy. She's okay. I just need you to do a little wellness check on your way home tonight."
Beau looked at the time on the computer screen and he realized he was about to head home anyway after printing off some work he could take with him, "Looks like you caught me at a good time. I'm about to head out in a few minutes anyway. When did you last hear from Y/N?"
"Oh just a few minutes ago here at the liquor store. I was picking up some cooking wine when I saw her and Beau.. she really needs someone to talk to. She wasn't hysterical or anything, but she does seem to have an easier time talking with you about things." Beau rubbed the back of his neck at Denise's words.
"I'm not sure what gave you that idea." Beau chuckled a little but Denise scoffed.
"Oh don't give me that. You and I both know better than that." She said.
"If you say so. But I can stop by before heading home tonight." The sheriff promised with one last chuckle.
"Thanks Beau. I knew I could count on you. I'll talk to you soon, 'kay?" And with that, Denise hung up the phone.
Beau shifted his eyes at a picture on his desk. It was an image of you, him, Denise, Jenny and Cassie. The five of you had taken that after a state fair the previous year. He'd originally gone alone that year since he wanted to find something to do that night since it had been your day off. Then he ran into you since you were by yourself too. Then somewhere along the way you both had ran into Cassie, Jenny and Denise and the five of you spent that evening together.
You had always been sweet to him ever since he came into town. The both of you hit it off pretty well and he'd ended up inviting you to several movie nights whether it was with just him or if it was with Jenny, Cassie and Denise included. And all of this was while Beau was here as a temporary sheriff, but the more he was around you, the more Beau was finding a reason to stay here indefinitely.
Beau had to admit, he had a soft spot for you. Well, maybe it was more than just a little spot but he didn't think you'd be interested so it's just better if he put those feelings on a shelf. And if Denise called him to do a wellness check on you, something must've been wrong.
Beau got up from his desk after he'd started printing off whatever he needed to and he shut off the computer. Once he had everything together, he grabbed his jacket and paperwork that was now in a folder and he was out of the door before he made it to his car.
Finally, after leaving the station Beau made it to your house. He parked the car and got out before he started looking around the premises just incase something was wrong. Nothing seemed to be out of place, and there didn't seem to be any red flags when it came to the exterior of the house but he wanted to be thorough. When he walked up the porch he noticed the door was closed so it's not like anyone broke in from what he noticed. So Beau lifted a hand and gently knocked on the door.
He heard the sound of a TV going as well as a thump and Beau heard you curse from the other side of the door. A couple of seconds later the door opened up and Beau saw you rubbing your shin a little before standing upright. You were wearing nothing but a hoodie and some biker shorts, your hair was in a messy bun and he could tell you were trying to recover from crying, though you'd taken your makeup off already so the mascara wouldn't run down your face.
"You okay, Darlin?" Beau asked and he caught a whiff of some alcohol on your person.
"Yeah, just hit my shin getting up from the couch. Something I can help you with Beau?" You asked as you leaned your head against the door.
Beau noticed your cheeks were a little red but you were still able to annunciate your words. So maybe you were a little buzzed since you didn't seem to be drunk at the moment. You still had your senses about you, at least he hoped so.
"Um.. Denise asked me to check up on you. She seemed worried about you. Is... it okay if I come in?" Beau asked and you nodded a little before letting go of the door and you started walking back over to the couch.
"She really shouldn't be worried. I'm alright." Beau heard you say as he shut the door. Then he walked over and sat down beside you on the couch.
"Sweetheart, a person that's 'okay' doesn't just show up teary eyed at a liquor store intent on drinking alone." He replied and he turned the bottle around to take a look at what you were drinking.
"And drinking vanilla vodka no less. I might've gone for whisky myself." From the corner of his eye, Beau watched you shrug a little. Then he sat up again and looked at you.
"So... you gonna tell me what's going on?"
You sighed a little as you took another sip of the vodka before setting your glass down. You stared blankly at the TV that was just playing an episode of Friends since you weren't sure what else to put on.
"It's stupid. You'll think it was a waste of time for Denise to even have told you to come and check on me." You said and Beau put his hand on one of yours, covering the top of it.
"It's not a waste of time. Whatever you're going through, it matters. No matter how big or small the issue is, your feelings matter. You don't need to invalidate yourself because you think it's a waste of someone's time."
You looked at him, not sure why he felt the need to tell you something like that. But whatever the reason, you could tell Beau was being genuine with you. Then again, you couldn't exactly recall a time when he ever lied to you about anything.
You sighed a little and you looked down at your phone that was laying on the coffee table next to the bottle of Absolut. The screen was black since you'd turned it off after letting Denise know you were home. Would Beau really care if you told him everything? Might as well tell him since he was here.
"It's just... I should have known dating apps were stupid and this guy was too good to be true." You said, then you proceeded to explain why you got the app in the first place and the ordeal with Preston that evening.
"Wait, if he wasn't going to tell you in person, why bother coming to Montana at all on his road trip?" Beau asked and you shook your head.
"I don't know...."
Beau softened at the defeated tone in your voice. He reached out and wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him. You didn't resist and Beau felt you relax against his touch as he placed a soft kiss on your head.
"I'm just so tired of being alone.... This isn't where I wanted to be in life right now." You said.
"And where did you think you'd be?" Beau asked as his fingers started running through your hair softly as he massaged your scalp.
"I thought that if I wasn't married by now... I'd at least be in a serious relationship with the right guy. Like yeah I'm independent, I have a great job and it's not bad living by myself. It's not like I desperately need to have a man in my life but.. being alone gets tiring. It just sucks after a while." You began.
"It gets too quiet in the house sometimes and it's just nice to have someone to come home to. It's nice to actually feel wanted by someone. I thought I'd be in a relationship with a guy that if I'm home before he is after work, I could be in the kitchen doing whatever task and he'd be the guy to surprise me out of the blue with some flowers, maybe he'd turn off the water if I'm in the middle of dishes and he'd pull me into his arms and dance with me right there in the kitchen just because we could." You continued and you could feel your eyes starting to water up and burn with tears again.
"But that shit's not in the cards for me and I get it now. I must be defective or something." You scoffed and got up from leaning against Beau, rubbing one of your eyes with the palm of one of your hands. Then you reached over to grab your glass again but then a large hand grabbed your wrist, preventing you from drinking anymore.
You turned your head to look over at Beau, who's gaze seemed to soften and he pulled your wrist softly which caused you to stop reaching over for the vodka. Then you felt him let go of your wrist and he reached up before he started wiping whatever tears you'd missed from your cheeks.
"You aren't defective. Far from it." Beau spoke with such sincerity that you almost wanted to believe it.
"You're saying that because we're friends..." You rolled your eyes and looked away at the TV screen.
Beau's jaw tensed and he cupped your face in his hands before he made you look at him again.
"I'm not just saying that. You should know by now that I wouldn't lie to you." he insisted and you looked down at the space in between you.
"Then what's wrong with me?" You whispered and closed your eyes, doing your best to stop anymore tears from forming. You were so tired of crying, tired of feeling this way.
Beau watched you divert your gaze away again but this time he didn't force your gaze to look at him. Instead, he carefully pulled you into him again and let your head go back to his shoulder.
"Nothing is wrong with you, Y/N. I hate that some random asshole on a stupid app made you feel this way. Any guy would be lucky to be with you. It would be a privilege to be with someone like you. You have so much to offer, and if what's-his-face couldn't see that then all it means is he's to ignorant to realize what he walked out on, or he's clearly incapable of seeing a good thing even when it's right in front of him like other people." Beau said as his hand rested against the back of your head.
"I just feel like whatever person I'm supposed to be with is just stuck in a different timeline. I can't find him no matter how hard I try." You sighed, but this time your voice didn't sound quite as broken which was something you were grateful for.
"Maybe.. maybe you just need to look in a couple of different places. Or maybe..." Beau trailed off, nearly hesitant.
"Maybe..?"
"Maybe... the sort of person you're looking for might be closer to you than you think they are."
You slowly lifted your head from Beau's shoulder and you looked at the sheriff. Your eyes met with his and there was a lingering silence between you before you found yourself looking at his lips. Would it be wrong of you to wonder what his lips would feel like against yours?
You looked up into his eyes again and placed a soft hand on his chest, "Maybe... you could help me look in the right places for that person."
Beau nearly couldn't believe his ears, and the way you were looking at him almost made him wonder if he was dreaming this up in this head. Maybe he was at the station again slumped over sleeping at his desk or something.
The moment you started getting closer, Beau relaxed and put a hand on your cheek, "I'll show you more than that, Darlin... only if you let me."
After you nodded, Beau slowly leaned in before his lips barely grazed over yours, giving you a chance to pull away if you had second thoughts. You, on the other hand, put a hand on his cheek before deepening the kiss and let him know there wouldn't be second thoughts.
The kiss started sweet, slow and gentle. Beau was so careful with you, almost like he was scared he'd break you but he loved the way your lips felt against his own. You loved how sweet Beau was with you in this moment and you couldn't help but melt all because of a kiss. You didn't know how long you've been kissed, but this felt more right than anything you'd done before. But it wasn't long before the swirling feeling in your stomach made you want a little more.
With your lips still attached, you slowly moved to where one thigh went over Beau's lap and the next thing you knew, you were on top of him. He placed one of his large hands on your thigh while the other was behind your neck as if trying to pull you closer into the kiss. You could tell he was still trying to be careful and not push any boundaries, so you reached down and moved his hand from your thigh and pulled it up to where it was on your hip and you slid forward into him so where both your cores touched.
Beau let out a soft groan against your lips before he pulled away and he looked up at you again. You looked down at him, confusion on your face.
"Is something wrong?" You asked.
"Nothing's wrong, Sweetheart. It's just that.. you've been drinking and I don't want this to turn into something you regret later on. Are you sure this is something you want?" Beau asked.
"Beau, it takes a lot more than a glass and a half of vodka to make me delirious and incapable of making decisions with a sound mind. You caught me before I got to that point and I'm okay right now. Whatever happens tonight... I won't regret it. It'll be a sober choice so there's nothing for you to feel bad about. I promise." You reassured in a whisper, then you leaned in and kissed his cheek.
After that, Beau seemed to be a little less tense beneath your touch now that he knew you were sober enough to consent to whatever would happen next. The last thing he wanted to do was take advantage of you and make you uncomfortable. Beau leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your shoulder before he started kissing up your neck gently. He smiled against your skin at the way you'd giggle at the way his beard would tickle your neck.
"Ticklish, are we?" He asked and you blushed a little.
"Maybe just a little sensitive." You confessed and Beau hummed a little before he leaned in and kissed you again.
This time, with this kiss Beau seemed to have more certainty in his actions. He was still just as gentle as before but this time it was like he had a little more ambition. It was more than a chaste kiss to start. He tilted his head and you could feel the tip of his tongue lightly graze your bottom lip as if asking permission to slip inside. As soon as your lips parted, you felt his tongue slip past and he kissed you deeply like it was his personal mission to take your breath away.
As he kissed you, you could feel your heartbeat hasten. Goosebumps were starting to form on your arms with the adrenaline you were beginning to feel. You hadn't been kissed like this in so long that you'd practically forgotten what it felt like. Your cheeks were heating up and your hands went to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair at the base of his neck.
Beau loved the way your fingers felt in his hair. If he could melt in your arms he could right then and there and he didn't want this feeling to go away. You kissed him back with passion and he was glad things didn't seem to be one sided at least for tonight. You deserved to be loved, deserved to be shown just how beautiful you were.
He slowly let one of his hands slip beneath your hoodie and he realized you weren't wearing a shirt underneath. The second he felt your skin beneath his fingertips he felt like he could get lost in you. What caught him by surprise though, was when you wrapped your pretty lips around his tongue and sucked on it softly. It was like you were trying to make him lose all the self control he had.
Beau placed his hand on the small of your back and pulled you closer to him, letting your cores touch again that way you could feel exactly what you were doing to him. You moaned against his mouth and around his tongue before he pulled away from your lips.
"Rock..."
You were just as breathless as Beau was but all it took was that simple word and you knew exactly what he wanted you to do. You slowly began to move your hips and you could feel the hardness beneath his jeans against the thin material of your biker shorts. You were already beginning to feel his affect over you but this took things to a different level as you felt him against your clothed core. He already felt so hard and so big and rocking against him like this was enough to drive you crazy.
Your thighs were already beginning to shake when Beau put both his hands on your hips and pulled you down herder against him. You moaned softly as he moved your hips and you felt even more of him and once Beau hit a certain spot, you gripped down on his covered shoulders.
"B-Beau..."
"Steady now, Sweetheart. Keep going. You can do this." He said sweetly though his movements were getting faster and he started to move his hips up into you.
You were beginning to moan a little louder as you continued to let Beau rub your cunt against his bulge and your thighs were shaking a little more and you gripped down harder on his jacket. Your movements were becoming more erratic and you were so close to coming undone.
"Beau, I'm-"
"Go ahead, Princess. Don't hold back."
As soon as he said those words, you came undone in your biker shorts. You could feel the wetness soaking the clothes between your legs as your core throbbed around nothing. Your legs shook against him, but Beau let his hands gently rub over your thighs in a soothing fashion.
"I'm so sorry... that's so embarrassing." You said and hid your face in your hands, causing Beau to chuckle before he took your hands away from your face and kissed your palms.
"Don't hide from me, Y/N. And don't be sorry... that was perfect. You did amazing for me." You nodded a little but you still felt flustered.
"Where's your bedroom, Sweetheart?" He asked as he placed a soft kiss on your temple.
"U-Upstairs. First room." You stammered, though you were getting the feeling that he was far from done with you.
Beau lifted you up in his arms with little to no effort at all and he carried you up to your bedroom. He felt your soft lips against his neck and he smiled to himself. He had no clue you could be adorable in times like this, and he couldn't wait to make tonight all about you.
Once he stepped into your bedroom, he walked over to your mattress and carefully laid you down. When you let go and he got a better look at you, he swore his heart was about to leap from his chest. Your cheeks were dusted with pink and your lips were swollen from his kisses. You were so cute like this.
"Would it... be okay if I undressed you, Darlin?" Beau asked.
"Only if I get to see you too." You compromised and Beau smiled as you sat up.
You reached up and started with the sheriff's jacket. You slid it off his shoulders and Beau tossed it onto the floor somewhere. Then you started to unbutton his flannel shirt only to reveal his chest but before you could slide it off his shoulders and get a better look, Beau took your hands to stop you.
"Your turn, Sweetheart." He said and you nodded a little.
Beau reached down and carefully gripped the bottom of your hoodie before he slowly began to pull it up. Once the hoodie was over your head, you could feel your body grow cold but you quickly crossed your arms over your chest covering them up since you didn't have a bra under your hoodie. The next thing you knew, Beau held one of your hands but didn't pull them away from your chest - instead he gave you a soft gaze.
"Y/N... I told you already. Don't hide from me." He said as he let his thumb graze over your knuckles.
Your cheeks flushed again but you nodded a little before you slowly pulled your arms down from your chest so he could get a better look at you.
"God... you're so pretty, Sweetheart." Beau said when he saw you. He couldn't get enough of you when he saw you like this. You were so breathtaking and he wanted to make sure you knew that.
He leaned down and you laid down on the bed as he started to hover over you. But when Beau leaned down next to your ear, you bit your lip at the way his breath felt against your skin as he spoke.
"If you hide from me again, then I'll have to do something about those pretty little hands of yours." He said as he kissed your temple again.
That statement alone made you get butterflies in your stomach. A part of you couldn't help but be a little curious about what he would do but you wanted to comply. When he pulled away, you looked up at him and you swore you were seeing some kind of vision above you.
Beau hadn't turned the light on when he brought you into the bedroom, and the curtains of your window were opened so the moonlight was hitting him just right and he looked absolutely divine hovering over you like this.
"Fuck.." You breathed out as you took in the sight of him, just for Beau to chuckle.
Beau bit down on his bottom lip before he started to take off his flannel shirt since you'd unbuttoned it already. You're eyes widened when he slipped the material off his shoulders and tossed it somewhere with the jacket. You had no idea he would look this good. His top half was a sight to see and you couldn't believe this was real. You slowly reached up and let your fingertips touch his chest before it trailed down his abs.
"God I must be hallucinating this whole thing." You said and Beau chuckled a little before he leaned down and kissed your forehead.
"Believe me, you aren't." Beau promised before he pulled away from you and he slowly started to kiss down your neck again.
"You're so beautiful, Y/N... gorgeous in every way." Beau whispered between kisses.
You could feel his kisses grow hot and the feeling of his teeth against your skin made you feel almost ecstatic. His mouth continued to trail down your body and the next thing you knew, you felt his hot breath over one of your breasts, causing you to shiver before his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, making your breath get caught in your throat. Then, Beau's other hand glided up the skin of your stomach before it cupped your other breast in his palm. He gave your mound a little squeeze before he took your erect nipple between his fingers and pinched it softly, causing you to moan his name.
With every movement of his mouth and every pinch he gave, you could feel yourself losing your mind. You squeezed your thighs together as he switched and gave your opposite breast his attention. His tongue swirled around your nipple. Both nipples were growing hard beneath his touch because of his actions and soft little whimpers were making their way past your lips.
"Beau.. y-your mouth feels so good." You breathed out as one of your hands went to the back of his head in an attempt to bring him closer.
After a few moments, Beau moved away from your chest and his kisses trailed down your stomach before he stopped. His hands were at the waistband of your biker shorts and he looked up at you.
"You doing okay, Princess? Do you want to keep going?" He asked and you nodded instantly.
"God yes..."
Beau smirked up at you and the moment you saw it, it about killed you. Even his smirk could make you weak in the knees.
Beau found it adorable how easy it was to get you flustered. You were so adorable like this and he loved the affect he had over you. He bit down on his lip as you slowly lifted your hips and he tugged down your shorts, revealing your glistening core that was still wet from your previous high.
Before he could get a good look at it though and spread your legs, your hands flew down to cover them up again, making Beau glare up at you.
"What did I tell you about that?" He asked you and you bit your lip.
"S-Sorry, I couldn't help it." You admitted but Beau shook his head a little.
"I told you, I'd have to do something about those hands if you covered yourself like that again, Princess." He reminded as he reached behind his back.
"Give me your wrists." He said in a way that told you this wasn't up for debate and he pulled out his handcuffs that had been in the back pocket of his jeans.
Flustered and speechless, you nodded. When you offered your wrists to Beau, he took them and put the cuffs on one of your wrists, looped it around a part of your headboard before hooking the other cuff around your second wrist, leaving you helpless with both your arms above your head so you couldn't try hiding yourself from him again.
"How does that feel, Princess. Are they too tight?" He asked and you shook your head.
"N-No. They feel fine." You promised.
"Good." He nodded a little before he went back to your lower half.
Then, he parted your thighs so he could get a better look at you. Your folds seemed to drip with your arousal and release and Beau couldn't help but ache in his jeans at the sight of you like this.
"So damn stunning..." He breathed out as he slowly kissed from one of your knees down your thigh. Then, he started to nip at your skin the closer he got to your core.
Beau settled between your legs and draped your thighs over his shoulders before he let his tongue gently glide through your folds as slow as possible. He groaned at the tase of you and his length twitched in his pants because of it. He didn't think he'd ever tasted something so heavenly and your moans sounded so pretty in his ears as he continued to lick through your folds.
You were trying your damn best not to lose control of yourself, but Beau's mouth did absolute wonders on your body. His tongue went through your folds so effortlessly and it felt like pure ecstasy. Without even realizing it, you were beginning to raise your hips in an effort to get closer to his mouth. But the moment he found that special little bundle of nerves, it was over.
"Fuck, Beau." You moaned as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked on it.
Then, you started feeling something poking at your entrance. With a slow thrust, while Beau's mouth was working its magic, he took his finger and slipped inside of your core with ease. He curled up his finger and found your spot almost instantly.
The way he moved his finger was so blissful mixed with the work of his tongue. You could feel his beard scraping between your thighs, making them burn in the best way possible. After a while, Beau slipped a second finger into you, making your core stretch around his fingers. You moaned softly and your hands turned into fists above your head. You wished you had listened so you could run your fingers through Beau's hair.
"Beau-fuck.. please, d-don't stop." You pleaded and when you tried to raise your hips again, Beau took his free hand and pinned you down to the mattress and started to devour you as if he'd never get another chance.
Beau couldn't get enough of the way you sounded, couldn't get enough of your taste. If he could, he would absolutely drown himself in you. He slipped a third finger inside you and you moaned even louder for him. He could feel your legs beginning to shake around his head as his fingers curled and hit that sweet spot of yours again.
He pulled his lips away from your clit and he looked up at you, seeing you struggling against your restraints. Your cheeks were so red and your face looked so adorable like this when you felt good from just his fingers alone. He loved watching the way your body was squirming against him, watching the way you were moving your hips into his hand but then he started to feel your walls clench around his three fingers.
"B-Beau, I'm c-close.."
"Go ahead Princess. Relax and let it happen. Let go of yourself on my fingers." He encouraged as he kept his pace steady.
Then, Beau watched in awe at the way you came undone all over his fingers. He slowed the pace of his hand and used the other to rub your thighs soothingly before he finally pulled his fingers out of your sensitive core.
"You did so well for me, Beautiful." Beau whispered before he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips.
You hummed into his mouth, not caring that you could taste yourself on his lips. His kisses were so addicting and if you could, you wondered if you could kiss him forever.
Unfortunately you couldn't find that out because Beau had pulled away from your lips and when you opened your eyes, you realized he was grabbing a key from his pocket. He reached up and unlocked the cuffs, releasing your wrists and without hesitation you grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss him again.
He gasped in surprise but he relaxed against your touch and closed his eyes again. He let his clean hand cup your cheek before he pulled away and he looked down at you.
You already looked so worn out in the prettiest way possible and he almost didn't want to ask if you wanted to keep going because he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable. But when Beau felt your fingers hook themselves around his belt loops to pull him closer, he knew he needed to say something.
"Y/N... if you let me do this I can't turn back." Beau warned you, but you reached your hand up and caressed his cheek.
"Who says I want you to turn back? I want you to keep going, Beau. I trust you." You whispered and moved a stray hair away from his face.
Beau smiled softly before he leaned down and let your noses nuzzle together in a little eskimo kiss before he pecked your lips before he pulled away. Then he reached down to start unbuckling his belt, but that was when he felt your smaller hands over his own.
"Let me do it." You told him as you sat up.
Beau bit down on his lip as he took his hands away and let you start to unbuckle his belt. Your hands were so delicate and he smiled to himself as he watched you start to unbutton his jeans and unzip them. Your reaction when you slid his jeans down was priceless. He didn't think you could possibly get any redder until you saw what was under his jeans.
"You're cute when you're flustered, you know that Sweetheart?" He asked and you bit your lip and looked up at him again.
"Are you sure it'll fit?" You asked.
After all, you had never seen a shape that large even if it was covered up by his boxers. You had to admit it was a little intimidating, but then you felt Beau move a strand of hair from your face.
"It it ever gets to be too much, you can always tell me to slow down or stop." Beau promised and you nodded a little.
"Lay back down for me, Princess." He said and you did so obediently before he started hovering over you.
"Do you have any protection, Sweetheart?" He asked and you shook your head a little.
"I'm on the pill. You'll be okay." You insisted and he nodded a little.
You gazed at him as he started to slide his boxers down and finally revealed himself. You gulped harshly, unsure if you'd ever seen anything quite like him. Scratch that, you were positive you hadn't seen a man quite that size.
Beau hovered over you again and you spread your legs out for him. As he lowered his hips into yours, your breath got caught in your throat again. His shaft slid between your folds and it felt so good against your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut as you focused on the feeling of him rubbing against you and your hands roamed up from his forearms up to his shoulders before you wrapped them around his back.
"Beau.. don't be a tease. Please.." You whispered your plea as you kissed his collar bone.
Beau smiled to himself when he heard your soft spoken words before he nodded a little. After that, he took his length and carefully pushed the tip against your entrance. Then he finally pushed it in and your walls wrapped around him in the best way possible. Beau let out a groan at the way you felt around him, so warm and tight despite having stretched you out.
"Fuck, Y/N... you're so damn perfect." He breathed out.
You moaned in pleasure at the stretch. He already felt so good inside you and you loved the way he sounded because of you. You didn't think you were capable of making someone feel this good, but it felt so reassuring. Rejuvenating even.
After a couple of seconds, Beau slid more of himself inside you and you bit your lip to prevent yourself from screaming at the pleasure of it all. You could already fill him so deep inside of you and you knew this was past the point of return for the both of you. You reached beside your head and gripped onto the sheets of your mattress as you tried to adjust to his size again.
The moment Beau finally pushed the rest of himself into you though, you white-knuckled the sheets and cried out his name. This feeling was so much more than you could fathom and you felt breathless with the pleasure of having Beau filling you up to the brim like this. You didnât think youâd ever felt this stuffed in your life.
âH-Holy shitâŚâ Beau grunted, loving the way you sounded as he filled you completely to the brim. When he looked down at you, he gulped harshly at the sight of a bulge showing in your stomach.
âFuck, Y/N, youâre so beautiful.â He said and he lifted a hand before he pressed it down against your stomach. The both of you moaned in response to the way that pressure felt and Beau sure that if he wasnât careful, heâd lose it right there.
Beau leaned down before he started to kiss your cheek, causing you to relax your grip on the sheets and he felt your gentle hands on his arms. Then he felt you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. He placed one hand on your thigh and his other arm slid behind your back and pulled you closer into himself. Your chest was pressed against his and he could feel the way you hid your face into his neck as he stayed still inside you, letting you adjust to everything.
âAre you feeling okay, Princess?â He asked you softly, you nodded into his neck in response.
âIs it alright if I move?â Another nod came from you and he slowly began to move his hips.
Beau heard the sweetest sounds escape your lips as you whimpered softly with his slow movements. The friction between the two of you felt so good and he didnât remember the last time he had felt so good with a woman. He continued to move slowly against you and he felt the way you started to grip at his shoulders. He hissed a little at the way your nails began to dig into his skin and he started to gradually move faster.
âBeau.. I-I need you to go faster.â You begged and Beau grunted deeply.
He paused for a moment before he parted your thighs from around his waist and pressed your knees against your chest. You screamed at the deeper angle and he started to move his hips faster. The sounds in the room were wet and lewd. When Beau looked down he could see you practically creaming around his cock. His length was covered with your slick and it was beginning to leak onto the sheets.
Your heart was racing and you felt like you were losing your mind. You walls were clenching around Beauâs length and you swore you were about to come undone again. The pit in your stomach was starting to tighten again and you felt like you were about to cum for a third time and you felt so sensitive as it is.
Beau felt beads of sweat start to roll down his temple as he continued to move. He bit down on his lip at the way your walls clenched around him so tightly. He could feel your body trembling beneath him before he started to slam himself into you again. He started thrusting even faster, deeper and Beau couldnât restrain himself anymore.
âGod, Y/N⌠youâre too fucking good.â Beau cursed and he took one of your hands before placing it beside your head, holding your wrist to the mattress.
âBeau, I canât h-hold it. C-Close.â You warned and Beau nodded.
âCanât hold it either. Give it to me, Sweetheart. Need you to come undone on me like.â Beau said though his voice was strained.
You listened to his words and you focused on the way Beau pounded into you. You focused on how deep he felt inside you, how he hit even the deepest parts of you that made you see stars. The next thing you knew, Beau had his fingers on your clit again rubbing harsh circles against those nerves. It didnât take long after that for you to arch your back and you came harder than you had before. You screamed out his name and you swore you could even see white for a moment.
Beau watched as you came to your release. It had to be the sexiest thing he had ever seen. When your back arched he looped his arm behind you again and held you close to his chest as he rode out your high while you shook in his arms. He felt something warm spray onto his abdomen and he let out a curse. When he looked down he realized there was a clear liquid between you two and that was when Beau realized youâd squirted onto him.
âHoly shitâŚâ He breathed out. He didnât know heâd made you feel that good but he loved the way he could make you feel if this was the reaction heâd get.
You opened your eyes and slowly looked up at Beau through your lashes. Then you lifted a hand and caressed his cheek.
âBeau.. N-Need you to cum inside me. Please.â You begged and Beau was already so close as it is.
Beau was so hard that it physically ached and he didnât know how much more he could take. But when he heard those words escape your lips, it was over for him. He took your hand away from his cheek and pinned it down to the bed again before he intertwined your fingers with his.
âFuck, Y/N. Youâre so perfect. Shit..â Beau cursed as he squeezed your hand tightly.
After a few more thrusts, Beau finally released into you. You shuddered against him as he filled you up with his release and you could even feel his release coming out and running down your ass onto the sheets.
Both of you stayed still while Beau was still buried deep inside of you, You carefully leaned up and started to place soft kisses on his shoulders before making your way up his neck. Your free hand was lightly scratching his back with your fingernails in a soothing manner to try and calm him down from his own high while he still held your other one beside your head.
Beau trembled beneath your touch, feeling more sensitive than heâd expected to be. Then again, it had been a while since heâd slept with someone too so maybe you both needed a night like this more than you thought you did.
âThank youâŚâ Your voice broke Beau from his thoughts.
He hummed a little as his brows narrowed before he looked down at you.
âWhat are you thanking me for?â He asked softly.
âFor checking on me tonight. For making me feel like I can be worth something to someone.â You whispered and Beau softened before he took the hand that was beside your head and pulled it between you two. He flipped your hand and kissed the back of it, never breaking eye contact with you.
âI told you.. all you had to do was look in the right places.â He said and smiled down at you. Then he leaned down and kissed your lips softly. Then he started to pull away and when he was about to pull out of you, you wrapped your legs around him again.
âDonât go just yet.â You whispered.
âY/N, I wonât be going anywhere. But I do need to clean you up and get you into some clean sheets before you get some rest.â Beau said and you hummed softly.
âThat can wait a few minutes⌠couldnât it?â You asked and Beau smiled softly.
âI suppose it could.â He replied and he leaned down, placing soft kisses on your own shoulder.
âFor the record⌠dating apps are over rated. You could do so much better than total strangers.â Beau said softly between kisses.
âI think I may have found better.â You whispered and Beau lifted his head and he smiled down at you.
He leaned down to kiss you once more and you knew that you could trust Beau with everything. You wondered if maybe he could be everything you wanted, and needed. Maybe this was the opened door to something you had always dreamed of and Beau was right. You just needed help finding where to look.
exogenesis : symphony, pt. 3 (redemption) by muse <3
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tie between the billions of green and pink hues
currently watching
uh⌠pingu, the legend of zelda, sonic x (listen, itâs just for the vibes and the background noise while I get stuff doneâŚ), supernaturalâŚ, are you sure?!, and run jin
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spicy!
currently playing
destiny, on and off with breath of the wild bc I finished it twice already (Iâm in love with Link)
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destiny (the game⌠itâs everything to me), cowboys (cayde-6 + deanâs fault), physics (my burden, my love), baking, vampires, wanda maximoff
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my university campus map bc I canât remember where anything is :â)
Currently Playing: Nothing at the moment (not really much of a gamer)
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(Dean Winchester x Artist/Bartender! Female Reader)
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đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: An argument leads Dean into finally confessing the truth of his career but before you can make the choice on whether or not you believe Dean you find out some disturbing news which awakens you to a harsh reality.
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: character death (oc) i think thatâs it
Things were about as tense as you thought they would be,. You had never felt this uncomfortable in your own home until this very moment as you stood here with Dean. But you supposed for the sake of your own sanity, you knew you would have to break the ice somehow.
âMake yourself at home I guess, agent.â You spoke and motioned for him to have a seat on the couch.
Dean walked further into your home and he straightened up the jacket from his suit, uncertain if he should bother with taking it off or not. But then something caught his eye. Dean started walking towards wine of your bookshelves, the one that had several sketchbooks you had from over the years.
âYou mind if I have a look at one of these?â Dean asked.
You glanced over and saw he was looked it through your bookshelves. âSure, have at it.â
Then you sat down on your windowsill and picked up your current sketchbook once more so you could get back to work on the cover art you were asked to do. Meanwhile, Dean pulled out a random book and he was slowly going through the pages.
As Dean looked at your work, he was amazed at the detail you put into it. Youâve definitely improved your skills over the years, though back in the day he didnât know how you could have possibly gotten better. Obviously he was wrong.He continued to look through different sketchbooks but then there was one that he hadnât expected to find.
This one had a photograph of the two of you glued to the first page. Then as Dean flipped through the pages he realized you had drawn pictures of him, each of them were dated and from what he could tell you often wondered what he would look like over the years or even what he did for a living, judging from the different uniforms you drew him in.
âI didnât think youâre talents could get any better. You were already really good back then.â Dean finally spoke, but you ignored him.
Dean looked up at you and saw you were focused on your artwork. He closed the book he had in his palm before he put it back on the bookshelf and he walked over.
âWhat are you working on now?â He asked and started looking over your shoulder. He watched as you were drawing some sort of steampunk looking piece, as if it were some sort of Cinderella alternate reality.
âCover ideas.â Your shortness didnât surprise him but it still stung nonetheless. He let out a sigh before he tried to speak again.
âLook, at the bar I didnât mean for you to misunderstand anything. I was really happy to see you there.â
âDean, what was there to misunderstand? Youâre an agent here to do a job and walk right out of my life all over again, leaving me with no clue as to where youâre going or if you even care to see me ever again. Danielle was right. And I should have forgotten about you decades ago.â
âItâs not as heartless as it sounds. I canât afford to just catch up with anyone i want to, I canât afford any kind of closeness with anybody. You have no idea how many enemies Iâve made with this job, how many innocent lives have been ruined, how many people have gotten hurt or worse just because they knew me.â Dean tried to explain but you scoffed and tossed your sketchbook to the side.
âThatâs a cowardâs answer. Lots of FBI agents have families. That means theyâre brave enough to take the risk. But I get it, a simple conversation that isnât work related isnât worth the risk. Iâm not worth the risk, I get it.â
âY/N, thatâs not what Iâm saying!â
âIsnât it though? It may not be your exact words but thatâs the implication.â You got up from your spot and started walking to the kitchen.
Deanâs jaw tightened and his brows narrowed before he started to follow you into the kitchen.
âAlright, you want the truth?! This job sucks and Iâve gotten attached to people like you and the moment I let my guard down, ninety percent of the time those people die. Knowing me is a death sentence. My brother and I have lost too many people because of it. I canât let you die like that because some monster takes it upon itself to break in and gut you up just because you know me.â
You, under the impression Dean was using the word âmonsterâ as some term for a serial killer or some sick sort of human being, scoffed. âPlease, Iâm plenty capable of protecting myself against some killer. You make it sound like the Boogymanâs after you.â
âThe thing that killed your friend could easily kill you too and you canât protect yourself from any of them, Y/N! You donât know the kind of shit thatâs out there. I didnât expect you to be a part of this job and trust me if you werenât involved I wouldnât even be here.â
âThanks, Dean. That makes me feel a thousand times better. And what kind of thing do you think will come after me, huh? Nothing could be that bad. Bad people do eventually get caught.â You said and you opened the refrigerator door to grab something to drink.
Dean rubbed a hand over the lower half of his face, wondering if he really needed to risk telling you the truth after all. You were being so difficult but you didnât even understand the shit heâs ever seen.
âThe think thatâs killing your coworkers and your bossâ wife isnât just any bad guy. You have no idea what weâre going up against.â Deanâs voice was a little calmer, yet still deadly serious. You turned around to see if heâd elaborate or if heâd keep you in the dark just as he always has.
âThe business that I told you I was in with my brother and my dad⌠itâs sort of um.. a traveling extermination business. Sam isnât my partner in the FBI. Neither of us are agents. Heâs my brother, and we hunt monsters. Vampires, werewolves, demons, doppelgängers⌠every ugly ass creature you can think of, weâve probably killed before.â Dean finally confessed.
Your brows arched upward with shock. This was the excuse Dean decided to give you? This was why he avoided you all these years and he really expected you to believe he was hunting monsters like Van Helsing? Yeah right.
âMonsters? Really? Dean if you arenât going to tell me the truth I think you should just leave. I donât want to see you around here anymore.â You said, growing angrier the more you saw him, hurting even more knowing he would lie to your face like this.
âY/N, name someone in this town that would gut innocent people and steal their hearts. Thatâs something a werewolf has been known to do in my field and they are stronger than you can handle.â He was still insisting you believe these lies?!
âDean, Iâm serious. Iâm not buying this story of yours, okay? Why donât you just go with Sam to make sure Danielle and her boyfriend are alright.â You said and when you went to brush past him, you felt his strong grip on your upper arm and you looked up at him.
âThis isnât just a story, Y/N. Itâs the ugly reality.â He told you and you searched his eyes.
What the hell had Dean seen over the years that made him so sincere about this? You swore he had to be crazy if he expected you to believe this whole monster thing like he believed it. But before you could ask any questions about it, Deanâs phone started ringing.
Dean sighed a little before he let go of your arm just to answer the phone, figuring it mustâve been Sam.
âSam? Whatâs happening?â
âDean, it was Danielleâs boyfriend. He was one of them. Danielle and I were safe and I took care of Chris but maybe one of his guys broke in and knocked me out or something. I canât find Danielle anywhere. They took her belongings too. I donât know where they could have taken her.â Sam said on the other line.
You mustâve heard bits and pieces of what Sam was saying because when Dean looked at you, he saw the stunned expression on your face and he watched as you started looking around to find your shoes to put on.
âAre you sure they took her? What if she had something to do with it? Did you do the test on her?â Dean asked.
âTest? What test? Dean what the hell is going on?!â You asked, wanting to know if your friend was alright. What test could they have possibly been talking about? None of this made any sense.
âIâll explain in a second just hang on, alright? Sam, how fast can you get here?â Dan asked, turning his attention back to his brother.
âI couldnât tell you. You and I may have to meet somewhere on foot. They took the car.â Sam said and Deanâs eyes went wide.
âYou let them take the car?! What happened to you being the responsible brother, huh?â Dean asked and he ran a hand through his hair.
âWait wait.. I found something. Dean itâs a notebook with all the workersâ addresses on them. Y/Nâs name is circled. Sheâs bound to be next and I donât see Danielleâs name anywhere on this list.â Sam explained and that was when Dean heard the familiar roar of the impala from outside.
âI think sheâs here. Sam, You need to find Nelson and find out what the hell happened on that hunt.â Dean said sternly and your brows narrowed with confusion.
âNelson? How can he be a part of this? What hunt are you talking about? Heâs not a hunting kind of guy.â You said, thinking Dean meant hunting wildlife and you still refused to believe this whole monster killing story.
Dean hung up the phone before he looked over at you while shoving the phone in his pocket, âYou need to go in your room. Lock the door and donât you dare come out until I tell you itâs safe.â
âNot until you tell me what the fuck is going on, Winchester! What happened to my friend?â
Dean shook his head, âShe stopped being your friend a long time ago. I need you to just trust me and stay out of the way until I tell you itâs safe. I promise Iâll explain everything when this is over.â
As much as you desperately wanted to argue with Dean, you could tell from the look on his face that he wasnât going to argue because this was no longer up for any debate, let alone discussion. You bit your tongue to keep from saying anything else and you walked towards your bedroom and shut the door behind you. But you didnât lock the door as Dean advised. If what Dean was saying was really true, then you had to see it for yourself.
Dean took the gun he had from behind his back and he made sure there was plenty of ammunition. Once he found he had plenty of silver bullets on him, he made sure to keep it on him so heâd be prepared for when Danielle would come in. No wonder she seemed hesitant to leave with Sam. She had a job to do and he was willing to bet she was the one that killed Callie. Some actress.
Before Dean could even think about anything else, the door was suddenly kicked down and not only was it Danielle that walked through the door but there were two guys that were about Samâs height dressed in leather like they were a couple of bikers from the bar or something. Sort of matched the charisma, or lack of, that Callieâs former boyfriend was talking about.
âWell well⌠You were just gonna spend the night with your friend and when she least expected it, youâd kill her like you killed Callie, huh?â Dean said as he lifted the gun to aim at their direction.
âOh what would you know. Nelson deserves what heâs got coming. But it serves him right to watch everything he worked for fall apart, just like he did with my fatherâs pack.â Danielle seethed.
You could faintly hear the conversation from behind your bedroom door and your heart sank. Danielle was going to kill you? That was why she asked if she could spend the night? Why would she do that? She was one of your good friends, or at least thatâs what you hoped. Clearly you were wrong, but what was this talk about a pack?
You reached up and carefully turned the knob, doing your best to keep quiet and you slowly started to open the door so you could hear things a little bit better. You simply cracked it open, not wanting to give your location away completely.
âCome on, you know Y/N better than anyone and you knew Callie better than anyone. You know damned well neither of them deserve what youâre doing to them. Theyâre good people and you know it.â You could hear Dean say but Danielle scoffed.
âMy father was a good man before your kind took it upon yourselves to massacre my family! We never hunted anyone, strictly animals because my father wanted to be civilized. Live under the radar and stay clear of hunters. But Nelson⌠Nelson decided all of us are the same ugly things that keep you up at night. When he killed my family there was anarchy. I took the lead and said to Hell with it, weâre going after Nelson in the most.. traditional.. way possible. Show him the monsters he wanted us to be.â You could hear Danielle say, but your heart sank down to your feet.
Dean was right, she mustâve never been your friend if this was her plan all along. You felt so naive, gullible and stupid.
âCome on, Danielle, donât make me pull this trigger on you and your friends. You think this is what your family would have wanted you to become?â Dean retorted.
âWho cares how I avenge them. This is how Iâm getting my payback against Nelson and Iâm not letting you, Sam, or any other hunter stand in my way.â Danielle said and from what you heard a fight broke out after that.
You heard furniture get moved around, you flinched at the sound of a vase shattering to the floor. Slowly, you moved to where you could look through the crack in the door. You finally saw the truth of what was out there. Your friend and her two companions had fangs, their fingernails turned to claws, their eyes changed color. You couldnât believe what you saw, and you didnât think werewolves could possibly be real. All of it felt so unbelievable.
Your eyes widened when you saw Dean get knocked to the ground. You didnât know what to do but you could tell that Dean was starting to lose the fight. Everything in your was screaming to help him but you didnât know how to fight these things. What if you did something wrong and Dean died because of you?
Still, as Dean was wrestling with one of the werewolves on the floor you saw him drop the gun and the weapon slid on the ground towards your door. This was your chance to do something. You just hoped that things wouldnât go wrong.
You took in a deep breath before you opened the door wider and stepped out of the room.
Dean heard the door creaking open and he saw you standing there. Were you nuts?! What the hell were you doing?!
âY/N! Get back inside!â He called out but he watched as you ignored him and rushed to get to the gun and you picked it up.
You could feel your heart beating fast and before you could think, you realized one of the wolves was coming after you and you aired the gun and you closed your eyes before you took a shot. When you opened one of your eyes, you saw that the werewolf was on the ground with a gunshot wound to the chest.
The werewolf above Dean was distracted by the gunshot and when the creature looked over at you, Dean took the opportunity take a shot and kick the werewolf off of him. Then, Dean rushed over to you while you were stunned about what youâve done.
âItâs okay, Y/N. You did what you needed to, now go back to the room and Iâll finish up.â Dean said and you hesitantly nodded as you backed away and stayed in your room but you couldnât help but to keep watching everything unfold in front of you.
You watched as Dean was fighting both Danielle and the other man she came with and Dean managed to shoot the man Danielle was with and she knocked out your former friend. The next thing you knew, Dean stood over the unconscious creature and shot her in the heart so sheâd never wake up again.
You didnât know what you should be feeling in that moment. Should you be angry that Danielle was never your friend, but a monster? Should you be angry that Dean had knocked out the person you thought was your ally?
When you slowly walked out of your bedroom again you walked over to your friend. You saw the claws on her fingers and her fangs still showed. You wondered if this was just some sort of never-ending nightmare. You didnât know what you were supposed to do and it felt like you had been blind to so many things your entire life. Your world was turning upside down.
Dean saw the look on your face as you looked down at the corpse. He could tell you were questioning so many things right now and he never wanted things to be this way. He never wanted you to get wrapped up in this horrific bullshit of a hunting life and he never wanted you to know what was out there.
âDo you believe me now?â He asked softly, but you gave him no response.
âY/N⌠I never wanted you to find out about any of this. Thatâs why I never told you much about my family or what we did.â He said in a gentler tone and you ran your fingers though your hair.
âWell now I know, Dean. I canât just unsee everything that just happened.â You said softly and you felt a soft hand on your shoulder. You looked up and saw Dean looking up at you.
âIs it at least over now?â You asked.
âIâm not sure. It should be over if Danielle was the leader of this new pack, but I have to check with Sam if there were any indications of any other members of the pack and if he got in contact with Nelson again.â Dean replied and you looked back down at the body.
âShe was the sweet one out of the three of us. She seemed so concerned about Callie when we hadnât heard from her for several days⌠I never wouldâve seen the attack coming.â
Dean frowned a little when you spoke, knowing all of this had to be a lot to take in for you.
âLet me call Sam and see if heâs got everything squared away on his end, if he was able to talk to Nelson and everything.â He said and you nodded as you walked away from the bodies and went to your bedroom again.
Dean watched you walking away, knowing your life was forever altered at this point. He pulled out his phone again and he dialed up Samâs number. Luckily he didnât need to wait long for an answer.
âDean? Are you guys okay?â
âYeah⌠turns out Danielle wasnât as innocent as she lead on. She and two other wolves are dead.â
âHow did Y/N take all of it? She alright?â
âHonestly I donât know, Sammy⌠It might take her a little time with Danielle specifically. You get in contact with Nelson?â
âWell⌠yes and no.â Sam replied and Dean lifted a brow.
âWhat do you mean?â
âWell when I tried calling him there was no answer. So I took a taxi to his house and when I walked in, it looked like another attack. I guess someone caught word that you were facing the new leader and they wanted to make sure the main goal was accomplished so it looks like they killed Nelson before I had the chance to talk to him.â
âShit⌠so what does that mean? Do you think theyâll still go after people working in the bar?â Dean asked.
âIâm not so sure⌠I think we may need to stay a few days and lie low to see what happens. Itâs better to be safe than sorry.â Sam insisted and Dean looked over at your bedroom and saw you sitting on the corner of your bed, disassociating because of everything that transpired.
âYeah⌠That might the best option. You think you can swing by to help me take care of these bodies and get Y/N somewhere safe? You said the werewolves had addresses in that notebook right? I think she may need to stay with us for a few days just incase anyone tries to go after her again.â Dean insisted.
âYeah, just give me about fifteen minutes and Iâll be there.â
When Sam and Dean hung up, Dean walked over to the bedroom and towards you. He knelt in front of you and saw you were just spacing out and thinking of so many different things, he could practically see it on your face how lost you were.
âHey, youâre gonna be okay. I promise.â He said and he placed a hand on one of your knees, which broke your trance and you looked down at his hand then back at him.
âDean⌠Iâve never even shot a gun at a person before⌠I just killed someone.â You said in such a timid little tone.
âY/N, youâve got to realize that wasnât a person. None of them were. Not anymore. They would have killed you, your coworkers, and who knows who else they would have killed if you hadnât helped stop them.â
âDanielle⌠was a person to me. I canât believe she lied to me like that. Then again what the hell do I know about anything anymore. You must think Iâm so stupid for not listening to you before.â You scoffed and your eyes started welling up with tears, one slipping from your face and you swiftly wiped it away.
âItâs natural to have doubts. I know what I was telling you is hard for a lot of people to believe. I wasnât expecting you to believe me instantly. Stuff like this isnât easy to take in.â he continued and you looked back at Dean again.
âWhat am I supposed to do now? Where do I go from here? Am I going to get in trouble with the police? Surely my neighbors heard the gunshots.â You started to ramble.
âThe cops are bound to show, but they still think Sammy and I are FBI agents. We claim self defense which unfortunately ended in fatalities.â Dean answered.
âYou make it sound so simple.â
âThis isnât my first rodeo, Sweetheart.â Dean said before he moved his hand from your knee and he held one of your hands.
âBut as far as beyond the police are concerned⌠We donât know if there are more werewolves. So after Sam and I handle the police when they come, I think it would be better if you stayed with me and Sam. Just for a few days until we know there wonât be anymore attacks against you or any of your other coworkers. They have your address so we donât think youâll be safe here right now.â He continued.
You bit down on your bottom lip before you nodded a little, deciding to go with Dean after all. You didnât exactly want to be alone after tonight, but maybe youâd be alright after a few days.
âOkay⌠Let me pack some clothes before I go with you.â
A few days went by and things seemed to settle down. You had found out Nelson passed away and the cops connected Danielle to the murders so they believed Deanâs claim of self defense. Not that you were really surprised. Dean seemed to be a pretty good liar when it came to the cops.
There werenât anymore threats against you at least that you knew of, and now that itâs been a week of silence, Dean said it was safe for you to go back home and now you were riding with him in the impala.
The car ride was quiet, as if the both of you knew this week long journey was coming to a close and you werenât sure if you would ever see him again. You wouldnât be surprised if you didnât see him again, knowing heâd more than likely say the same things as he did in the argument before the attack. It was disheartening to know that Dean didnât want to take a chance.
When the two of you made it to your apartment, it was like nothing had ever happened. Only because Sam and Dean went out of their way to clean up the bodies. Naturally some things did need some replacing like the vase, or the living room couch that had been splattered with blood, but you would get those things on your own since you had been looking into buying a new couch anyway. But it was sweet that Sam and Dean took it upon themselves to help as much as they could.
âWell⌠I guess this is the part where I take off.â Dean said and you looked over at him.
âWhy donât you stay for dinner? Iâm a crummy cook but I can order something. My treat. Itâs really the least I can do after you saved me and helped clean the place up after everything.â You insisted.
Lucky for you, Dean didnât really put up much of a fight so he followed you into your home. Dean sat at one of the love seats since you no longer had a couch at the moment and you sat down on the recliner as you pulled out your laptop to see what you should order.
âChinese sound alright to you?â You asked and Dean smiled a little.
âWhatever you want to orderâs fine.â He replied and you pouted a little.
âDean, this is supposed to be for you as a thank you. I need a little help here since Iâm not exactly a mind reader.â You said and Dean let out a little chuckle before he tried to think.
âWhat about a burger and some fries?â He said then it was your turn to smirk.
âDiner food again? Sure.â You snickered, âWant anything else with that?â
âMaybe some pie.â Dean said and somehow you knew that was a must, considering he just went through a whole pie in three days during the week you stayed with them.
âSure thing.â You insisted and you started placing the order online for delivery and a couple of minutes later, the order was completed.
âIt should be here in thirty minutes or so.â You said, shutting your computer and you set it down on the coffee table.
âYou know you didnât have to order anything.â Dean replied and you smiled.
âAgain, itâs the least I could do.â You insisted
You and Dean were watching a show just to think of how to kill some time but the two of you settled on some sort of cartoon. You and Dean couldnât find anything decent so the Boomerang channel seemed to be a better option at least for the time being.
âDean?â
âHmm?â
âYou donât⌠have to hit the road after today, do you?â You asked and Dean looked at you.
âWell⌠I mean thatâs what I normally do with cases. I never really stay in the same place for a long time. Thereâs a lot more than just werewolves to worry about and⌠and well itâs better if Sam and I kept on moving.â He said, looking away from you even though he could still feel your gaze on him.
âDonât you ever just slow down? Catch a break? Surely there are other hunters out there that can handle the stuff you do.â You said and Dean shook his head.
âNot really⌠the stuff Sam and I see⌠theyâre pretty much apocalyptic and we canât put that on anyone else. Itâs our responsibility, our burden to bare and itâs a death sentence to bring anyone else into it.â He said and you scoffed a little, causing him to look at you again.
âWhat?â
âYou and your liking for the cowardâs way out.â You said, recalling the argument again when he gave a shitty excuse as to why he didnât get close to people.
âItâs not a cowardâs way, Y/N. Itâs reality. You saw yourself whatâs out there. And Iâm risking a lot just being here right now.â He said and you rolled your eyes before you got up and went to your room.
Dean lifted a brow before he got up and followed you. When he did he noticed you were looking for something and he couldnât help but tilt his head as he leaned against the doorframe.
âWhat are you doing?â He asked.
âLooking for something.â
âI can see that.â He said and watched you pull out a box. He didnât see a whole lot inside until you pushed it towards the end of the bed. Thatâs when he saw a few shirts and cassettes, mementos of that summer.
âYou donât realize how many lives you affect when you travel, Dean. I know I canât possibly be the only girl youâve come across just to leave behind. And from what I can tell, Iâm not the only one that could have died but survived. But when you just leave people behind you take a piece of them with you and itâs like you donât even realize it. Youâre too blind with the whole idea of keeping your distance that you donât realize the people you hurt along the way by not giving them a chance.âYou began and Dean lifted a brow.
âY/N, Iâve gave people chances and they still lose their lives. Youâre right, you arenât the only woman Iâve come across. But once I get too close they get killed. The last one got hurt severely so I had a friend erase her memory to forget everything about me. Itâs to keep her safe and I canât lose anyone else.â He told you.
âDo you realize how youâre making yourself sound, Dean?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âAs far as hunting, youâre bound to be one of the strongest men that I know. Not that I know many- obviously. But what makes you a coward and what makes you selfish is the fact that you canât allow yourself to be close to someone long enough to know if theyâre willing to stay with you even if this life is tough. Hunting is scary shit, I know that now. But you donât deserve to go through it alone. Itâs unfair to you.â You said.
âI donât deserve that sort of fairness. If you knew half the things Iâve done-â
âDo you think any of that matters to me, Dean?â You set the box down on the floor again before you walked towards him.
âI donât know much of what youâve done all these years, and I donât know the pain youâve gone through. But I know that no one should ever have to be alone like that. I can tell just by looking at you that youâve been through a lot. You deserve to have someone by your side to at least give you some sort of relief from this life every once in a while, give you a break from your âapocalypticâ stressors.â You said and took a bold move by taking one of his hands.
Dean looked down at your hand with his before lifting his gaze to meet your own.
âBut what happens if you get hurt, or worse? I canât stand that risk, not with someone like you.â He said gently and you sighed a little before you gave his hand a little squeeze.
âDidnât you ever think about me accepting that risk? You can teach me a lot and Iâm willing to learn. Obviously I wonât have as much experience as you and I never will, but you can teach me enough to defend myself so you wonât have to worry about me so much.â You were trying so hard to compromise and Dean could tell.
What seemed to surprise Dean the most was that you were actually willing to learn how to hunt. You were actually willing to be a part of this much shittier side of life. It was amazing that out of the choices you had, this was the one you were willing to make.
âWhat about your art? Or the bar?â He asked and you shrugged.
âI can still work on art. The bar was just to keep my lights on. And now that both my friends are dead⌠I donât really have anything keeping me bartending.â You explained.
âBut what if-â
âStop with the what ifs and the hypotheticals. Please?â You said, practically begging him to stop trying to make excuses for you to not join him. You didnât have anything left going for you here.
Dean looked down at the floor between both of you as he tried to think of his best options. So many things swirling through his head about how things could go wrong. How would be able to protect you? How quickly would you be able to learn everything heâd have to teach you? If anything they could always use the help with research while he and Sam were on the field. But what happens if you were researching while he and Sam were out on the field working and something happened to you while he wasnât there?
You could practically see the gears turning in his mind with how so many things could go wrong and you reached up, touching his face gently.
âThis is the kind of thing Iâm talking about. Youâre thinking about so much already. You have so much on your shoulders, I can see it.â You said softly and he started looking at you, gaze softening as he started to relax against your touch.
âYou donât deserve to carry that stressâŚâ You whispered and leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek, close to his mouth.
âLet me be at least some sort of distraction.â He listened to your voice barely above a whisper and he could barely feel your lips against his cheek.
Dean carefully moved his head and your faces were so close to each other. One small movement and heâd have his lips over yours if either of you simply leaned forward.
âDo you think you could handle everything youâd distract me from?â He asked, his mind slowly starting to open up to the idea of you coming along even if he still had an overwhelming reluctance within himself. Still, he felt your thumb lightly graze his cheekbone.
âI wouldnât be asking to go with you if I wasnât willing to try. I could never fathom everything. Youâve been through, but I can try to make it easier even if itâs for a moment.â
Dean tucked his bottom lip between his teeth as if he were still thinking about it before he lifted a hand and brought it to the back of your neck. He felt the way you seemed to melt into him but all he could think of was how he let Jo and Lisa down.
âPlease⌠just give me a chance.â Your voice broke him from his thoughts, or at least a strand of them. Only to start a new strand.
Dean started to think of the two weeks he spent with you. Those two weeks he had never felt so normal, even happy because of you. It was like the hunting world hadnât even existed for that amount of time when he was with you even if he was supposed to be working on a job. Seeing you happy and realizing he could make the world safe, make sure you were safe, thatâs what gave him the reason to hunt that summer. He thought back to the drawing you had given him, knowing he had never forgotten you over the years and knew he never could. He remembered the way you made him feel and a part of him now was screaming not to let you go like that again. John wasnât in the picture anymore to lecture him like a child about who he told about hunting. He was a grown man and you were a grown woman, and you were begging him to take you along. He knew you were capable after watching you kill one of the werewolves when you were attacked. So why shouldnât you come along?
He remembered just how Jo passed, how so many others have passed and who heâs lost and his jaw tightened for a moment.
âYou have to promise me that youâll listen to everything I tell you on a hunt, swear that youâll listen to every precaution Sam and I tell you. When there is a plan, you stick to the plan so you donât get hurt.â He said, tone stern with a certain gentleness about it.
You softened, realizing that heâd likely be so cautious with you and you wondered just how many people heâs lost with this life. But you knew thatâs something you might never know. You could tell it was taking a lot for him to even think about you coming along.
âPromise.â You swore.
Dean then leaned down and he was so close to pressing his lips on yours. Your noses barely brushed against each other with how close he was and eat somehow he was already at ease. He didnât know exactly what made it so easy, but it had felt like ages since he was able to feel this calm, decades since his mind finally slowed down just because of a small action like this.
The abrupt sound of someone knocking on the door interrupted the moment and the both of you pulled away before you had the chance to kiss. The voice on the other side of the door alerted you that it was just the delivery guy. He heard the way you sighed with a little irritation and he cracked a small smile at the reaction.
He let go of you so you could tend to the guy at the door. After you paid the guy you set the food on the coffee table just as he was walking out of your bedroom. You were in the process of pulling everything out of the plastic bags but Dean kept his gaze on you.
âIâm not kidding, though.â Dean said, his mind going back to the roller coaster it always was, but you gazed up at him.
âI know youâre serious. Iâm not a child, Dean. Iâll be careful, but you and Sam will still need to teach me a few things. Plans have to change sometimes and we have to adapt. Nothing in life is cut and dry so youâll have to trust me to take care of myself too.â You said, and that was the part Dean may have the issue with at least for a while.
âThat⌠may take me a little time to do.â He warned and you walked over and handed him the bag with his burger in it.
âNaturally.â You replied and he was surprised you were taking this so well.
âIâm not expecting things to be smooth right away and for you to be so nonchalant with me on a hunt. So long as youâll eventually be able to trust me on these things, then itâll be fine. Iâm a bit of a fast learner so weâll get there eventually.â You promised before you sat down.
Dean listened and smiled slightly. He knew youâd need that determination. Itâd be a good thing to have especially when he and Sam were both so close to having enough when it came to facing demons and angels. But trust.. he knew that would be the biggest thing heâd need to work on.
Dean knew he could trust you with certain things. He could trust your willingness to learn, trust your ability to adapt to a changed plan quickly, but he didnât trust other factors of a case and when things would inevitably go wrong. Maybe the more youâd be around, the more heâd get better at that.
Either way⌠it would be nice to have you around, at least to let him forget about his own personal hell once in a while.
âYou gonna join me or am I going to have to eat and watch Scooby Doo by myself?â You asked, breaking Dean away again. He smiled before he walked over to join you in the living room where you moved the seats closer to the coffee table.
One day it will be easier to let his worries go, easier to let the weight on his shoulders get a little lighter, and Dean hoped that maybe, just maybe, youâd be the one that could help him along that journey.
(Dean Winchester x Artist/Bartender! Female Reader)
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đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: While looking for more information regarding the mysterious deaths somehow linked to Mr. Nelson and his bar, Sam and Dean find out you could be next.
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: none that I can think of? Mentions of killings, canon level case discussions.
The evening came around and your shift at the bar was finally over. You quickly clocked out, grabbed your bag and just started to walk out of the door. Your mood was pretty much ruined as far as going out with Callie and Danielle tonight. It was ruined ever since Dean practically told you he couldnât give you the time of day.
But what else could you expect from a man that ghosted you and never contacted you again. Was the summer you spent with him really that terrible? You didnât want to bother him by asking, so you thought it would be better to just let him do his job and stay out of his hair as much as possible.
But why? Why did there have to be a case that brought him here of all places if he was destined to be so cruel?
âY/N! Wait up!â
You sighed, knowing Danielle had caught you after all. Nonetheless, you stopped and plastered a cheerful smile on your face as you turned around, âWhatâs up?â
âOh donât tell me you forgot about our plans tonight already! Weâre supposed to go out and find you a guy! Come on, we need to get over to Callieâs. We still need to check on her, and maybe she can let you borrow some of her clubbing clothes. I think sheâs gonna need a distraction tonight too if she knows her boyfriend was out with someone else.â Danielle rambled.
Thatâs right, you had forgotten about Callie and her boyfriend, Dylan. You still hadnât heard from her throughout the day to figure out if she was still up for going out tonight. Honestly you could understand why Danielle was concerned about your friend, you were starting to grow worried too even if you didnât want to admit it.
As far as you knew, Callie definitely would need this night more than you did if she knew about her boyfriend. Maybe you should go at least for her sake, and it would make you forget about Dean even if it was for a moment. A brief moment but it was a diversion nonetheless.
âYeah⌠why donât we go ahead and take my car? No sense in having you waste your gas after all.â You insisted and Danielle thanked you. Then the two of you hopped into your vehicle and you drove off to Callieâs house.
âSo how did it go with that FBI guy?â Danielle asked. You had forgotten she sent Dean your way that afternoon in the first place.
âDid he ask really intimidating questions? Both those guys looked like they had seen a lot. They were both kind of cute. Especially the taller one with the hair. Did he ask a lot of questions about Nelsonâs wife? Do you think someone here at the bar did it? Oh what if-â
âDanielle? I need you to stop talking and breathe, please.â You said as you focused on the road.
âHonestly I donât really feel like talking about that guy anyway.â You admitted, but then Danielle looked over at you.
âWhat happened? Was it that bad of an interaction?â You sighed when you realized she probably wouldnât let it go until she had the answer she was looking for.
âYou remember the guy in that sketch book I was drawing? That was him.â Danielle gasped and you swore by how loud it was, it was like she inhaled half the oxygen in the car.
âNoâŚ. that was you mystery man? How could you not want to talk about him? Seeing him after all these years? That mustâve been so good to see him again! Did he remember you? Did you two get to talk?â She bombarded you with so many questions and you wondered if you should have even opened your mouth to tell her about Dean.
âIt was great at first. Yes he recognized me. No it didnât go well. Heâs focused on the case and didnât have time to chat. I told him what I knew before I left to do my job and he can do his without my help.â You said, letting the bitterness in your voice linger in the air.
Danielle finally went quiet for a moment as she let the words sink in. Just when you started to get the idea that you werenât interested in talking about Dean anymore, she spoke again.
âIâm sure he has some kind of reason. Agents must get really busy so you canât exactly blame him completely. Maybe heâll stop by the bar again when the case is over and you two can finally talk about everything.â
âI doubt it.â You scoffed, Danielle frowned before she gazed through the windshield.
âWhat do you think Callie will do whenever we go out tonight?â Danielle changed the subject, which you were thankful for.
âWell, I think sheâd go to a bar whether she and Dylan really broke up or not. If she and Dylan actually broke up, then I think sheâd be apt to flirt with more guys and have some kind of one night stand. Dylan had those trust issues, so why not spite him, right?â You hypothesized and Danielle chuckled slightly and nodded.
âYeah that sounds like her.â She replied.
Just as the two of you made it to Callieâs apartment building, you saw that there were several cop cars with their lights shining brightly, blinking enough to give an epileptic person a seizure.
A sickening feeling swirled in your stomach, unsettling and nauseating.
âItâs not going to be Callie. Iâm sure sheâs fine. Itâs bound to be one of her neighbors.â You said, Danielle looked stunned but she gave a hesitant nod.
When you parked the car, you and Danielle both got out and just as you started walking towards the building, one of the cops stopped you.
âIâm sorry, ladies. Weâre not allowing anyone in or out at this time. This is a crime scene.â The officer told you while holding his hand up to prevent you from passing.
âOur friend lives here. Weâre supposed to be heading somewhere tonight and weâre supposed to meet her in a couple of minutes.â You tried to explain.
âIâm sorry, Miss, but I canât let you-â
âY/N, look!â Danielle said and grabbed your arm.
You looked over at your friend and realized she was pointing somewhere. When you followed the direction, your eyes widened when your gaze landed on an all too familiar figure being put into a body bag.
âNoâŚâ You muttered.
It was Callie inside the bag and she was being zipped up and placed into the Medical Examinerâs vehicle.
This couldnât be happening. Callie was just alive two days ago! It couldnât be true, Callie couldnât be gone. How did this happen? When did it happen? Why didnât anyone find Callie sooner?!
So many questions were swirling through your mind but the sound of Danielleâs sobs brought you back to reality.
âIâm sorry, ladies, but the two of you really shouldnât be here.â The officer said and you let out a shakey breath.
âHave you IDâd her yet?â You asked.
âNo. Was this your friend?â He asked.
âYes⌠her name was Callie Jordan. We worked together.â You informed, trying to be calm about it and you looked over at Danielle whoâs eyes were already reddening with the tears streaming down her face.
âCome on, Danielle. Letâs get out of here.â You said and you put your hands on her arms to guide her away from the area.
As the two of you were walking, you saw a familiar black car park. The doors swung open and you locked eyes with the familiar FBI Agent that had his hands tied too much to even speak with you more than five minutes.
Dean and his partner started talking to one another and the taller one nodded before he walked off to the scene. Dean began strolling toward your direction and your insides churned even more, not exactly wanting the interaction right now.
âAgent.â You said shortly.
âAre you two alright? What happened out there?â Dean asked you, and you could tell there was sincere concern. You couldnât imagine why it was there, even if you could you were too bitter from earlier that day to care.
âNo, we arenât alright. Our friend is dead and we donât have any answers because the cop wouldnât even let us in.â You said.
âWhen was the last time you talked to your friend?â Dean asked and you scoffed.
âReally? Youâre gonna question the two of us now?â You asked coldly.
âWhy donât you and your little partner investigate Callieâs body first and find out what the hell happened to her before you start bombarding us with questions, huh? Focus on your damned job since thatâs the focus.â You seethed and you saw Deanâs jaw tighten, nearly at a loss for words.
âTwo days ago⌠But Dylan⌠h-her boyfriend may have talked to her sooner than that.â Danielle interrupted, gently squeezing your arm to try and get you to calm down. Asking questions were a part of the job and he needed cooperation.
âThank you, Maâam⌠my partner and I will try and get answers for the both of you as soon as possible.â Dean said, clearing his throat before he walked off to the crime scene.
You watched him walk away and he didnât even look back at you. Maybe going to the bar was a better idea than you thought.
âDo you want to stay with Chris tonight? I can drop you off at his house.â You said and Danielle shook her head.
âCould I stay with you tonight instead? That way I know youâll at least make it to your next shift at work and all?â Danielle said and tried her best to laugh but it came out as yet another sob.
You sighed softly, not sure how staying with you would help her cope. You hoped her boyfriend would help her more with that. But you didnât exactly want to say no when she was this vulnerable.
âAt least let the guy know where youâll be. Yeah you can crash at my place tonight.â You insisted as the two of you got back to the car and you two started the ride back to your house, deciding to leave Danielleâs car at work. You could always just pick it up tomorrow.
Dean knew he deserved that kind of reaction from you. After all, the afternoon wasnât exactly the greatest reunion he could have thought of. But he had to be realistic about this case, as well as his life as a hunter. He wouldnât get attached to you, because he couldnât handle the guilt of letting something happen to you. Not like Lisa or Jo.
It was out of the cards and he just hoped one day youâd understand.
âWhat did you find out?â Dean asked as he looked at the paramedics taking the body in the M.E vehicle.
âSame as Mr. Nelsonâs wife. Some sort of horrific animal attack. But there was no evidence of an animal in the house, none of the victimâs neighbors saw or heard an animal in the building. No one even heard the victim scream.â Sam explained with a frown.
âWhat about you?â He asked Dean, just for the older brother to let out a sigh.
âWell, Y/Nâs friend was more cooperative. Apparently the victimâs name was Callie. The last they heard from her was two days ago. But apparently she had a boyfriend. Y/Nâs friend implied he may have had a conversation sooner than that.â Dean spoke.
âThe friend said?â Sam arched a brow, âYou mustâve royally messed up at the bar.â
âWeâre here on a job, alright? Not to reconnect and get Y/N killed. And I think she got the picture.â Dean said, although he grew quieter at the last sentence.
Sam picked up on the shift in his brotherâs tone as they walked back into the Impala. He knew how stubborn Dean was, but he wished he knew why Dean seemed to refuse to allow himself the chance to be happy. It was almost like Dean thought his own happiness was a form of blasphemy, and Sam wished he knew how to change that sort of mindset.
âYou donât know if sheâll get herself killed. Lisaâs not dead.â Sam reminded his brother and Dean shot him a glare.
âNo but she could have been and it would have been my faul- why are we even talking about this? Can we just focus on the case? We need to find out where Callieâs boyfriend is and talk to him.â Dean said and opened up the car door.
Sam let out an irritated grunt at his brotherâs difficult behavior, but he got into the car just for the radio to start playing the same several songs on the cassette that got old after a while. He still didnât get how Dean could listen to the same thing over and over, and he probably wouldnât ever get it.
âDo you happen to know anything else about Dylan? Where we can find him?â Sam questioned.
âNo. I kind of had the feeling I should get out of there before things got out of hand. Y/N wasnât exactly thrilled of my presence and their friend was just murdered. I was hoping you had some kind of info so we could kind of work around them.â Dean sighed.
Sam sighed a little, hoping that Dean knew that if this case got any worse, he would have to face you eventually. After all, he couldn't avoid you forever now that he was in the same town as you were.
"We're gonna have to do some digging. Maybe we can go to the station after we go to the M.E's office. Or maybe we can split again and see what we can find on Callie's phone. Maybe she still had his social media on her phone." Sam suggested.
"Great. You take the Doc, I'll take a look at her belongings." Dean volunteered, pawning the disgusting stuff onto his younger brother, which only made Sam roll his eyes. He shouldn't have expected a different response.
After the brothers went their separate ways, Dean found himself at the Sheriff's office and he was able to take a look at the deceased's belongings. He had Callie's phone and he was looking for any insight of her boyfriend through the phone.
"Too many of these damned apps..." Dean mumbled as he looked at Snapchat where he managed to get a last name for this Dylan guy. Apparently his name was Dylan Bentley, and from what Dean could see, he was clearly not that committed to Callie.
Apparently Dylan had several different girls that he was following on Instagram, and who knew if he was messaging them or not. So, Dean went to Callie's messages and he found that there was an argument that didn't end very well. Dylan evidently didn't trust that Callie was staying loyal and he seemed to think you and Danielle were bad influences, and Callie would call him out on all of the girls he was following. Seemed like Callie wasn't the girl to take bullshit, but because the conversation on the phone stopped, Dean wondered if they had an in-person confrontation before Callie's death.
Either way, it was ridiculous relationship drama that Dean figured was enough to know that he and Sam needed to talk to Dylan and see if he was in any way involved with his girlfriend, or former girlfriend's, murder. Preferably as soon as possible. But judging by how late it was, he doubted that Dylan would be cooperative.
"Have you found anything interesting, Agent?" Dean heard the Sheriff ask and he glanced over.
"I believe I have. Do you know where I could find a Dylan Bentley?" Dean asked as he set the phone back down in the evidence pile.
"Oh, Dylan? Well if he's working tonight, you may be able to find him at 7-Eleven. I'm not sure when his shift ends though." He informed.
"7-Eleven. Got it. Thanks, Sheriff." Dean nodded and started walking out of the door. Then he pulled out his phone and started to call Sam.
"Dean? What did you find?" Sam asked on the other line while Dean was walking to the car again.
"Well, found out that Y/N's little friend was right. Dylan is someone we need to talk to like ASAP. Found out that he had some trust issues with Callie, but he wasn't exactly the most loyal of boyfriend's either. Must've been pretty toxic." Dean said.
"You think toxicity could lead to murder?" Sam asked and Dean shrugged to himself.
"In this day in age, who knows. But I think it's worth looking into. I'm heading to 7-Eleven now to see if Dylan's working tonight. What about you? Did you find anything useful?"
"Well, from what I can tell it's definitely a werewolf. Heart's gone and everything just like Mrs. Nelson." Sam said and Dean let out a hum.
"Do you think there could be some kind of connection?" Dean questioned.
"I dunno, Dean. I mean the only think connecting them is Nelson but I doubt Nelson had anything to do with their deaths. We even did the tests when we talked to him when we interviewed him about his wife, remember? He's not the werewolf."
"Still, you had Nelson's wife and someone that worked for him and now both of them are dead. That seems really weird to me."
"As weird as it is, Dylan may be the only lead we have if he's working tonight. Otherwise we may have to see if Nelson had connections with anybody or if there's been any other suspicious activity at the bar up until this point." Sam urged, and Dean knew that would mean he may have to talk to you again if you'd be willing to even be in the same room with him.
"Let me go hit the gas station first and see where that can get us first before we talk to Danielle and Y/N."
"Hey, why don't you come and pick me up and we can talk to Dylan? I'm done here anyway and I think I've got all I need from here." Sam spoke.
"Sure thing. See you in ten."
Sure enough, ten to fifteen minutes later both of the brothers were back in the car once more and they were on the road to the gas station to have a little chat with Callie's ex boyfriend. The two of them hopped out of the car and made their way inside.
Behind the counter, Dean saw a guy that was just barely in his thirties sitting on a stool on his phone. He scoffed to himself. Your friend dated a guy like this? He hoped that a guy like this wouldnât end up being your type one day.
âExcuse me. Do you know where we could find Dylan Bentley?â Dean asked.
The man looked up and when he did, Dean got a better view of the nametag just as the man spoke up.
âThatâs me. Is there something I can help you with?â
As if on cue, both Sam and Dean pulled out their FBI badges, âWe need to talk to you about your girlfriend, Callie.â
âCallie? Uh⌠alright? Is everything okay?â Dylan asked as he put his phone in his pocket.
Dean wondered if the guy was feigning some sort of ignorance. Surely he had to know something was up with his girlfriend, right? Or ex-girlfriend he supposed he should say.
âActually, sir, your girlfriend is dead. She was found this evening.â Dean said.
Dylan went wide-eyed with shock.
âWhat do you mean dead? I just talked to her a couple days ago.â Dylan said.
Sam and Dean both looked at each other, each of them wondering if Dylan would be a useful witness or not. But either way, both of them began their routine questioning. Although in the middle of questioning, Sam got a call.
When Sam walked away, Dean continued to talk to Dylan.
âSo, Dylan⌠do you know of any enemies Callie could have had? Anyone that wanted to harm her in any way?â He asked and Dylan shook his head.
âYou donât exactly seem to broken up about her death. What happened between you two?â Dean continued, pretending like he didnât know about the argument. Dylan sighed a little.
âCallie and I were rocky. Both of us had trust issues with each other and I knew it was only a matter of time before she and I would come to an end. I donât think she really had any enemies, but I know she was outspoken. Maybe she offended some kind of customer and didnât realize it.â Dylan said.
âHas she ever talked about troublesome customers before?â Dean continued.
âWell⌠there was this one night about a week and a half ago or so. Maybe two weeks ago. She and I wear catching up and ranting about our weeks and how shitty they were. The normal stuff. Then she started talking about these guys that came in. They wanted to talk to Nelson, the owner, but he wasnât in the bar that day. They sat at the bar table and waited and waited, made Callie pretty uncomfortable.â Dylan began.
âAnd? What happened?â
âWell, Nelson finally showed up and they went to the back office to talk. Callie said the next thing they knew, there was some kind of fight and security had to break it up. The last thing she remembered them saying was that theyâd destroyed everything he worked for, starting from the bottom up. From what Callie described, they seemed gruff looking, like they werenât afraid to tear someone limb from limb if they had to. Maybe killing off the staff members first is what one of the guys meant by going from the bottom up.â Dylan spoke.
An uneasy feeling washed over Dean, but he by the time he started to think, Sam came back from the phone call.
âThat was the Sheriff. One of the hostesses at the bar was found dead. Another connection to Nelson.â Sam said and that made the feeling in Deanâs stomach worsen.
âThanks for your help, Dylan. Make sure to get home safe and lock your doors.â Dean spoke and both of the brothers walked out of the gas station.
âWe need to get to Y/N and her friend and fast.â Sam said the words Dean was already thinking.
âA pack of werewolves are after Nelsonâs business. We may need to ask around and see if Nelson had any enemies. Maybe he was a hunter and this was how he thought he was going to retire.â Dean hypothesized while his brother nodded.
âMaybe he ticked off a pack some years ago and now theyâre finally getting their revenge when Nelson least expects it. Either way, theyâre going after the hosts and bartenders first before they go for kitchen staff judging from their pattern. We need to get to them now.â
With that, Dean pressed harder on the gas and just hoped that he wouldnât be too late.
Danielle finally went to sleep in your guest bedroom, but you decided to stay up. Itâs not like youâd be able to sleep that night anyway even if you tried. Not with everything thatâs happened that day. A part of you felt like this was some really messed up nightmare and you just wanted to wake up from it.
Unfortunately, though, this was your reality. The guy that still had a small piece of your heart stomped on it, and one of your coworkers- your friend- was horrifically killed.
So no⌠a decent nightâs sleep was out of the cards.
You still wanted to know what could have done something like this? What if the police would end up being wrong? Maybe it was some kind of serial killer that was making it look like some kind of animal attack. Although, you couldnât understand why a serial killer would need to take the hearts from their victims. Maybe it would be some sort of sick trophy?
MorbidâŚ
You shook your head as you tried not to think about it too much. It was too brutal and gruesome for your liking so you were truly trying your best not to linger on it so much.
Instead, you broke put your sketchbook and decided to work on some drafts for a cover of a book you were commissioned to draw. She hadnât given you a due date yet but you still liked working on the concept art early to see what the author wanted. After all, it was your job to bring their imagination to life in the most desirable way possible.
You were sitting down on the windowsill with sketchbook in hand, beside you there was a nightstand with a mug of tea. You had a DVD player across from you playing Save Me by Remy Zero, remembering the phase you had watching a show called Smallville. Tom Wellingâs Clark Kent was a cutie. Why couldnât you find a Clark?
Oh well.
As you listened to the song, you continued to draw different ideas. Then you began to outline your work when you started to hear a knock on the door.
You shrugged it off at first, thinking it was a neighborâs door or maybe you were hearing something. But then the knock occurred again, causing you to let out a soft groan of annoyance and you set your sketchbook to the side. Then you got up and started walking to the door. You made sure to look through the peephole, being cautious since there were two people dead. After all, you didnât exactly want to be next.
The moment you looked through the window you saw a familiar face, though it wasnât exactly the best feeling you got when you saw this person again. A familiar guy in a cheap suit with green eyes and the short hair that sort of reminds you of some sort of hedgehog or something. Beside him there was that taller agent that mustâve been his partner. How wonderfulâŚ
Slowly, you opened the door and you saw them there.
âAgents. Donât you know how late it is?â You asked and kept the door partially shut.
âY/N, please? We need to talk to you. And Danielle. Do you know where she is?â Dean asked and you rolled your eyes.
âYeah, sheâs here asleep. Like any other normal person.â You retorted, trying to keep your voice down so you wouldnât wake up your friend.
âY/N, we need to get you out of here. Both you and Danielle and we need to get you both somewhere safe. Like now.â Dean insisted and you started getting confused.
âUh, why? She and I are perfectly fine. Itâs just a freak animal attack thatâs happened twice, right?â
âActually, we think something else might be going on.â The taller explained and you lifted a brow.
âSomething else? What else could there be?â
âWe uh.. we arenât exactly at liberty to say but we have reason to believe you and your friend might be next.â Deanât partner continued.
âY/N? Whatâs going on?â You turned around when you heard Danielleâs voice form behind you so you had to think fast.
âDanielle, I think you need to go back to your boyfriendâs tonight. One of these agents will be there with you both. They think thereâs something up.â You tried to explain as vaguely as possible.
âWhat? What do you both think is happening? Are we going to be okay?â Danielle began to ask.
âNothingâs gonna happen to either of you. I promise. My name is Sam, Iâll take you back to your place house and watch over you. Consider it as witness protection. My partner will be watching over Y/N to make sure sheâll be alright too.â Sam continued.
Of course. Why did you have to be paired off with Dean? You didnât need protecting. You knew how to keep your doors and windows locked, you knew not to allow anyone in the house. And you thought you could defend yourself at least enough to get away from someone or something. You definitely werenât looking forward to the awkward silences, but who were you to argue with the FBI, right?
You watched at Dean handed his partner the keys to the car but you couldnât help but to notice the reluctance in Deanâs face. You could tell he wasnât looking forward to the tension either.
Danielle looked back at you with a worried expression on her features and you smiled slightly, âDonât worry. Theyâre agents, Iâm sure theyâve dealt with this kind of thing all the time. They know what theyâre doing.â
You saw reluctance in her eyes but your friend nodded nonetheless before she walked out of the door with Sam, leaving you and Dean alone in the room. Just the two of you. By yourselves.
jensenackles: Happy Birthday to my girl. My incredible partner in life and the one who keeps the show running. Another year of laughter, love, adventure and mystery. You are a force of nature. Iâ¤ď¸U. (x)
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: just a conclusion of this story where Y/N finally get their happy ending and Ben gets the life heâs always wanted đŠˇ
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: Ben being self conscious of future parental abilities, Y/N being reassuring, the smallest amount of angst if you squint, but mostly just pure fluff đĽ°
One Year Later
You hadnât dreamed of returning to the states. You and Ben have had such a blast exploring the world together, seeing places you had only wished you could have seen before. You had no idea how beautiful other countries were.
You and Ben had visited France, Italy, Greece, Scotland, Ireland, Switzerland, Costa Rica, Peru, Thailand, and New Zealand. The two of you had seen so much over the past year and it had been the best experience youâve shared in your life, and the best part that you were able to share it with Ben with no one chasing either of you. Neither of you had to be on constant guard for Vought or The Boys, neither of you were on any watch lists because both of you were presumed dead in America. So that gave you and Ben the freedom to roam wherever you wished.
It genuinely seemed to help Ben too. He didnât have as many flare ups and there werenât any other explosions. The nightmares he had seemed to subside at least a little. You truly thought that this adventure was helping Ben, that retirement looked good on Ben.
For the past couple of days, you and Ben had gone to Canada after hitching a ride on some cargo plane - your main form of transportation at this point. The two of you were staying in some cabin in the mountains. It mustâve been some sort of guest home to someone because there was still furniture in the cabin despite there. Not being any sign of anyone staying in the building for a while.
Ben was asleep and you were currently laying in bed beside him, staring at the ceiling. You knew it I would only be a matter of time before you and Ben would be on the move again. Maybe a different part of Canada, maybe a small area so the two of you could finally have that fresh start. Maybe the two of you could end up having a cabin like this of your own. After all, you still had some money left - before you and Ben left the country you went back to your bunker where you had a safe full of savings. You were glad you never touched it because well, it would now give you and Ben a start for wherever you both decided to permanently retire.
Suddenly, you could feel movement from beside you and when you looked down you saw Benâs eyes shut tight. You could tell he was grinding his teeth and when you looked down, you noticed he was clutching down on the bedsheets tight, so tight that his knuckles looked white.
Another nightmare.
You moved to where you were laying on your side and you placed your hand on Benâs chest as you tried to shake him awake.
âBen? Ben wake up! Come back to me, Babe.â You urged and you shook him a little harder and his eyes finally shot open.
You let out a breath of relief before you lifted a hand and gently caressed his cheek, causing him to look at you and his gaze softened.
âI woke you up, didnât I?â He said before he looked away from you but you shook your head and kissed his cheek.
âIâve been up for a while. You didnât wake me.â You promised sweetly as you wrapped your arms around his torso as best as you could as you laid down again.
âWant to talk about it?â
âItâs just the same stuff⌠Little less intense than before. Not by much.â He told you and you frowned softly, knowing he was dreaming about his time in Russia then his time with Mallory.
You snuggled closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, only to feel him move and he kissed the crown of your head.
âLess intense is a good thing⌠right?â You asked softly and you felt him take a hold of one of your hands before he flipped it upward.
âIt is. And they getting fewer and further between.â He reminded you and pressed his lips against your palm, causing you to smile a little.
âWell⌠why donât we find something to do to get your mind off of it?â You asked and he shifted his head so he could look at you.
âWhat do you have in mind?â
âWell I was thinkingâŚâ You trailed off, a little hesitant to bring it up because you werenât sure how he was going to take the suggestion.
âY/N, you know Iâm not good at these guessing games. Iâm not a mind reader.â He told you and you bit your lip a little. Then you moved your hands away to sit up while you formulated your thoughts.
âI was just thinking that⌠well, weâre close enough to the states without crossing the border again. Vought, Homelander, they all think weâre dead so they arenât a threat and they havenât been one for the past twelve months. Do you think it would be possible to finally⌠I donât know⌠settle down maybe?â
Ben heard the delicate tone in your voice and he could tell that this mustâve been on your mind for a while. It was comforting to know that you were beginning to think the same thing that he was. The former hero slowly sat up with a little groan before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his lap before he rested his chin on your shoulder.
âHow long have you been thinking about it?â He asked gently.
âNot long honestly⌠right before we cane to Canada actually. Middle of the flight on that cargo plane.â He heard you confess and he smiled a little, wondering what got you started on thinking about it on a flight of all places.
âSo⌠where is youâre thinking of settling down?â
âI dont know.. I like this cabin, maybe we can build one a little bit bigger though. Just incase.â He heard you say and Ben lifted a brow.
âJust incase of..?â
âOh you never know. Maybe we can make some friends here in time and maybe we could have little gatherings and what not.â You said a little too quickly, making Ben a little skeptical. But he decided to shrug it off for now.
âYou really think people are going to want to he friends with former American supes turned fugitives?â Ben asked and you smiled.
âNo, but Iâm sure theyâll want to be friends with Ben and Y/N who are just a couple that moved into the community.â He heard you say and he grinned a little before he looked down at your hand, admiring the band on your finger.
He recalled how happy the two of you were when you both had your simple wedding. Nothing too extravagant but you both ended up getting your rings a little later but it was perfect. You had the little ceremony in New Zealand, bought the rings in France, and had your honeymoon everywhere else. All of this was definitely a unique experience for him but he wouldnât change it for the world.
âSo we wonât be telling them about⌠well everything.â He said and you nodded.
âThe point of a fresh start is to leave everything behind, remember? A clean slate, one where we arenât heroes and we can just enjoy retirement.â You reminded and he nodded a little.
âWell⌠I suppose I like the idea of a cabin here. Itâs peaceful and quiet.â He said as he thought about it.
âWhy donât we go into town today and see if we can find somebody to talk to about the cabin and everything?â He suggested and he watched as your eyes lit up with the idea.
âOkay! Iâll go get ready.â
Ben felt you start to move away from his touch and he smiled at how happy you seemed to be. Although for the past week or so you had seemed happier than usual. He couldnât help but wonder why but he was assuming that it was simply because you were thinking of staying here in Canada. It mustâve been something simple.
As he watched you scramble around the room to get dressed, you turned around and looked at him and you smiled beautifully at him.
âAre you gonna get dressed or am I gonna have to drag you out of bed?â You asked him, causing Ben to chuckle to himself before he finally sat up and tossed his legs over the side of the bed before he started to stand up.
âIâm coming, Iâm coming. Youâre much too energetic for me this morning.â
âI told you, I was already awake before you woke up.â You reminded him before you finished getting dressed.
âYeah I guess thatâs true.â Ben agreed before you spoke again.
âBy the way, we should go to the grocery store while weâre going to town. I need to pick up a couple of things.â
You and Ben had been in town for the past couple of hours and youâve already looked into a couple of people to discuss buying property. Price checking never hurt anyone after all.
But when you and Ben both found a price you could work with the both of you made the arrangements. They gave you an estimate of when the cabin would be done so you and Ben would have some sort of time frame. You just had to hope the owners of the cabin you and Ben had been crashing in wouldnât be making an appearance anytime soon while your new home was being built. So you two were on the way to the store.
While you were at the store, you and Ben grabbed some groceries. Naturally Ben grabbed a liquor of his choosing, not much to your surprise.but as the two of you roamed around the store you noticed a couple with the woman carrying a stroller. You happened to glance and you saw the most beautiful little girl sleeping with a stuffed blue dog from some cartoon. It warmed your heart and filled you with serotonin, but you tore your gaze away and started to think.
âDo you think you and Homelander would have had a good bond if you were there to raise him?â You asked as you started to step towards the baby clothes.
Ben glanced toward you and realized you were looking at some of those onesies, the tiniest clothes he had ever seen really but he wondered why you were bringing all of this up. Then he started to grow suspicious and wondered if he should wait about asking about his suspicions.
âIâd hope so. I didnât have any kind of bond with my old man, so Iâd hope that Iâd do something different and be better for Homelander. But obviously Vought had other plans.â He said.
âWhat about Ryan?â You asked and you gazed up at him.
âWhat do you mean?â
âWell if you had the chance, if you chose not to listen to Butcher⌠would you have stayed with Vought and helped raise Ryan?â You questioned.
âI really donât know. I donât think that option would have been open anyway even if I wanted it to be. Vought got rid of me once because they didnât want me to know about Homelander. I doubt they would have let me stay just because Iâm the runtâs grandfather.â Ben said and put his hands in the pockets of the jeans he wore.
âI think it would have gone well. If you had the chance anyway. Iâm sure that you could have raised Homelander well and had that father-son sort of bond.â You insisted but you could tell Ben wasnât really convinced.
âLook at the way things turned out with my team. No wonder they left me to rot with the Ivans without a second thought. If thatâs how I am as a leader of a team then what the hell kind of a father would I be?â
Your heart sank at his words and you reached out before you took one of his hands. Ben intertwined your fingers out of habit and you spoke again while giving his hand a soft squeeze, âYouâd be the kind of father that learned from the mistakes of his past. The kind of father that would be able to help your child get past similar issues if the time ever came up.â
He didnât exactly respond but he looked at some of the clothes you were looking at. Then you placed a hand on his arm.
âBen, the fact that youâre think about all of this now and the fact that you donât want to end up like your father only proves that youâre stepping in the right direction.â You encouraged. He nodded hut you could tell that he wasnât fully convinced. There were times when Ben was sort of a hard man to persuade. You figured this would be one of those things that just needed some time for him to adjust to.
âOn a different note⌠what do you think we should have for dinner tonight?â You changed the topic, to which Ben let out a hum.
âWell⌠what about burgers or something? That seems like it would be pretty simple.â Ben suggested, though you couldnât help but feel nauseated by the amount of grease that came with eating a burger. Ben mustâve taken notice.
âWhy the cringe? I thought you liked burgers.â He said.
âI do, normally. Lately I think the grease from certain things has been messing with me.â You admitted, causing Ben to tilt his head a little. You noticed the concerned expression on his face.
âIs it something you need to go to a doctor for? Maybe we should find one while weâre in town.â You shook your head.
âNo, I donât think itâs bad enough to need a doctor. I think itâs one of those things that will be resolving itself soon.â
âHow can you be so sure about that? What if itâs something serious?â
âBen? Trust me, Iâll be okay. It takes a lot more than a little sickness from grease to kill me.â You promised.
Ben grunted with skepticism and reluctance but he wouldnât fight you on this. Not unless it would get worse and he needed to drag you to a doctor himself. But he couldnât help but wonder when things changed. He cleared his throat as he tried to think of some other suggestion.
âWell thereâs always spaghetti, something easy. Maybe we could grill some chicken or something.â Ben said.
âThat could work. Why donât you pick up the ingredients for that? I have something I have to look into.â You told Ben before you leaned up and kissed his cheek. Before Ben could say anything, you were already gone.
Ben watched you leave, checking you out before he shifted his attention and went to get the groceries.
He thought about the pieces of the conversation where you started asking him about Homelander. He wasnât sure how he should feel about his son anymore, even in your little hypothetical world where Vought as out of the equation. Would he be well equipped? He knew you were trying to be encouraging about his parental abilities, but he still felt like he wouldnât be a good father, even if he wanted to be.
However, what Ben was wondering the most was what brought that conversation on in the first place? Sure he supposed neither of you had talked about Homelander within the past year so he supposed you had the right to be curious about it. But he wondered why you wondered about it now. Maybe heâd ask you about it on the way home.
Or rather the place you would be calling home until your cabin was built.
He couldnât wait until the both of you had a cabin though. He was ready to finally have a permanent little spot to call home. Ready to have a special place where you both could reside for the rest of your days, a fortress of solitude, a place where you could finally be alone and unbothered by anyone. It most of everything he wanted.
You found yourself at the vitamin section and you picked up what you needed. You definitely had some news to share with Ben, but you werenât exactly sure how to tell him. You knew that Ben was growing suspicious of you though, and you were glad he didnât exactly question you further about the problems you had with grease. It wasnât your fault the smell of it made you queasy now that you were pregnant!
After you grabbed the prenatal vitamins, you walked over to the register and bought them yourself separately and double bagged the bottles before you started looking for Ben again somewhere in the grocery section.
You wished he believed in himself a little more. Sure he had some issues with his leadership, but you hoped that once he would find out about his kid he would start becoming a little more confident in his abilities.
You found Ben looking at different pasta sauces as if he couldnât decide on which one he wanted to pick. You smiled to yourself before walking over and you slipped your hand into his. He looked down at you and your heart still seemed to flutter at the sight of his smile but then he looked at the shelves once more.
âCanât decide if we should get normal spaghetti sauce or if we should get Alfredo.â He admitted.
âWell, why donât we get both? Whatever we decide to use tonight we can use the other one sometime during the week.â You suggested.
âI think thatâll be fine.â Ben agreed and he grabbed both and put them in the basket but then he noticed the bag in your hand.
âYou went and bought something already?â He asked.
âI did. But itâs just some personal stuff that I didnât want you to wait on me for.â You said, hoping heâd buy the excuse. Luckily for you, he didnât pry.
âIf you say so.â He seemed a little short and you could tell he wasnât sure if he should necessarily trust your behavior. You didnât blame him for the skepticism but you still wanted to figure out the right way to tell him the news, you wanted to make sure he would take things well which was why you brought up Homelander.
By the time you both got back to the cabin, you decided youâd go and take a shower before youâd get a head start on dinner for you and your husband. Ben stayed in the kitchen to put the other groceries away.
As Ben was putting groceries away, however, he noticed one of the bags were double-bagged. Growing curious, Ben decided to peek inside and when he did he found something he hadnât expected to find.
âWhat the hell?â He muttered to himself as he picked up a bottle of vitamins and when the label, he was shocked.
âPrenatal vitamins?â He read the label out loud and he looked at what else was in the bag you bought.
Inside the bag, he found a some pens and some stickers that looked like they belonged in some sort of scrap book. There was a book that was sort of a week by week guide of what to expect when you had a baby on the way. Ben heard the bathroom door upstairs and he knew you were coming. He ran a hand through his hair before he put everything down on the table.
Ben turned around when the footsteps stopped and he found you there, clutching the towel you mustâve been drying your hair with and you were dressed in one of his shirts and some leggings. The look on your face was nearly unreadable. From it looked like, Ben thought it was some sort of fear, but what did you have to be afraid of?
âSo⌠I guess I forgot to bring the bag upstairs with me.â You finally said and he watched you walk over, draping the towel over one of the chairs as you started picking up the items Ben put on the table.
âHow long have you known and decided not to tell me?â Ben asked.
âBen, I didnât decide not to tell you. Iâm not shitty enough of a person to do that to you.â You began, feeling kind of offended that he would phrase it like that.
âI know this is something youâve always wanted and weâve talked about it before. I wanted to figure out just how to tell you, wanted it to be, you know, at least special. But I wanted to know if you still even wanted kids after you found out about Homelander and Ryan.â You explained.
âWhich was why you were asking about it at the storeâŚâ Ben finally realized.
âYeah⌠that about sums it up.â You sighed and you sat down in one of the chairs in the dining room and you looked back up at him, âAre you upset with me?â
âUpset?â Ben questioned, unsure why youâd ask a silly question.
âNo, Sweetheart. Iâm not.â He finally answered and he reached out and moved the chair you were sitting in before he knelt down in front of you, âIâm honestly thrilled. Iâm still not quite sure about how my parenting skills will be but I think Iâll have some time to figure it out.â
You smiled when Ben took one of your hands and gave it a comforting squeeze, âIâm kind of disappointed that you didnât get to tell me in the way you wanted to.â
You laughed a little, âWell, itâs not like you can forget about it now for me to find a way to tell you. So I guess this kind of saves me some brain work.â
Then it was Benâs turn to let out a little chuckle. Afterwards he stood up and you snickered when you heard the way his knees popped. You looked at him and he pulled you up by the hand before he wrapped your arms around you in a sweet embrace. You smiled as you let your head rest on his chest. You heard the way his heart seemed to beat faster than normal, making you wonder if it was excitement, nerves, or some other emotion he was feeling.
âYou still havenât told me how long youâve known.â He commented before he planted a kiss on the top of your head, you hummed softly.
âI donât know⌠maybe a week and a half now?â You said in more of a questioning tone since you couldnât remember exactly.
âYou mean before we hitched a ride on the cargo plane?!â Ben said and he pulled away from you, looking at you as if youâd gone mad, âAre you crazy? We could have stayed in the last country we were in before we came here. Isnât that dangerous for you to be flying in the condition youâre in?â
Somehow you knew Ben would get protective the moment he found out you were expecting. Although you couldnât complain about it too much. It was sweet in its own way.
âIt would have been dangerous if I were further along. I know Iâm less than a month in, at lest I think so. So it couldnât have been that bad.â You tried to reassure and you watched Benâs jaw tighten, displeased with the response.
âWe need to find a doctor and theyâll tell us how far along you are. Itâs a good thing you suggested we settle here this morning.â He said and you rubbed the back of your neck.
âWell I wasnât exactly going to suggest we go somewhere else anytime soon.â You admitted with a slight chuckle trying to lighten the mood. Ben exhaled a little before he leaned down and tried to kiss you on the forehead, but you pulled away.
âNope. I want one on the mouth.â You pointed your finger to your lips.
When Ben leaned down to grant your little request, you ducked down and got out of his grasp. Ben gave you a look of confusion and you had a mischievous look on your face. âGonna have to catch me first, Soldier Boy.â
Ben watched you turn on your heel and you scurried out of the front door into the cabin. He wasnât sure where the sudden playfulness came from but he thought it was cute that you thought you could slip away and get away with it. He gave you a few seconds of a head start before he ran after you.
He continued to run until he caught sight of you running through the trees. He smiled to himself and he picked up the pace a bit and he watched as you stopped at a creek. You looked to either side as if you were trying to figure out which way to turn but by the time you stepped foot in one direction, Ben turned you around to face him and he had a smirk on his face.
âCaught you.â He smirked and you giggled before you cupped his cheek just as he leaned down and captured your lips with his.
You smiled against his mouth and you felt one of his hands roam down just to settle at the small of your back as he pulled you closer, as if he didnât want you to run off again. When you pulled away, his forehead was on top of yours and your thumb caressed the top of his cheek.
âWhy donât we stay here for a while? Itâs a pretty day and weâve never sat here at the creek since weâve been here.â You suggested softly and Ben smiled and rolled his eyes.
âYouâre something else, arenât you?â He said.
âWhat?â
âNothing, Sweetheart. Just quit running off like that. Especially right now. Or there may be consequences.â He said, making one of your brows arch upward.
âWhat kind of consequences?â You smirked.
âThe kind of consequences where I make sure you wonât be able to run anywhere.â Ben said with a smirk, causing your cheeks to turn a deep shade of red. Ben chuckled deeply at your embarrassment but then he held your hand and he walked with you a little closer to the creek.
You were right. It was a beautiful day and Ben sort of wished the two of you had come out here sooner. He sat down in one spot of grass before he pulled you down into his lap. You sat between his legs and Ben had his arms wrapped around your smaller figure. One of his hands were on your lower abdominal area while his chin rested on your shoulder.
His mind started swirling again as he kept you in his arms. He couldnât believe this was real. What if he wasnât good enough to be a father? What if all of his worries he talked with you about earlier would come true? He knew he would never lay a hand on his kid like he did his teammates, you would definitely find a way to kill him if he ever did that. But Ben knew his father never his him but he was still an abusive fuck. He didnât want to turn into a monster like that.
Heâd never forgive himself if he did.
You could feel the way Ben was starting to tense up and you placed your hand on the one he had over your stomach. You knew he was worried about what would happen, you knew he had so many doubts in his mind, but you hoped that the further along you would get, the more confident he would be in himself.
âFor the record, BenâŚâ
âHmm?â
âYou wonât turn into your fatherâŚâ
Ben lifted his chin off your shoulder before he turned and looked at you. You turned your upper body to face him and you saw the look on his face, knowing he had so much self doubt in his mind.
âYouâre going to be an amazing father without any of his influence. Our baby wonât end up anything like Homelander because theyâll have two parents who love them dearly. They wonât ever need for anything, and theyâll love you and admire you for everything you are just as I admire you for everything you are.â
Benâs gaze softened, as did his demeanor, and he lifted a hand to caress your face, âAnd theyâll love you and admire you for the amazing woman youâve always been. Theyâll be lucky to have you as a mother.â
You hummed softly before you leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips once more.
When you pulled away, you leaned against his chest before you looked outward into the sky, admiring the sunset and the way it seemed to bounce off the water from the creek. You and Ben had a new journey ahead of you and while you and Ben may be from an older era, you knew this journey came just at the right time.
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: after decades of silence, a group of vigilantes that call themselves FBI agents show up at your door looking for the weapon that killed Soldier Boy. But the truth is, you donât fully believe heâs dead and you wonder if one day, your Ben will finally find his way back to you.
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: canon violence, minor spoilers, explicit content such as gore, sexual implications. read at your own risk.
(Dean Winchester x Artist/Bartender!Female Reader)
(đ đśđđ 2) (đ đśđđ 3)
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: Youâre an artist that fell in love with a mysterious boy right before college. Then he left without any way to contact him. Decades later youâre an artist/bartender and youâre surprised to see who comes walking through the door.
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: none that I can think of.
đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤđŹ đ§đ¨đđ: I have no idea who actually did the cover art for The Prince of Thorns, King of Thorns and Emperor of Thorns by Mark Lawrence, the comic illustrations of the Maximum Ride series by James Patterson, or Cinder by Marissa Meyer. But I loved the artwork for the cover art and illustrations, so they deserve all the credit for their creativity. ((The artwork and references to the books is just to use to build Y/Nâs portfolio, I do not own any of the artworks.))
It wasnât easy being an artist. And it didnât help that you seemed to be a starving artist at that. Everything seemed to have been done already. You supposed that your creative mind wasnât as unique as you originally thought it would be.
You had countless sketchbooks in your home, just on one of your many bookshelves, purely dedicated to the sketchbooks youâve had over the years. Youâve been sketching and drawing for as long as you can remember. You picked up on using water color and oil pastels sometime in high school when you were being experimental with your styles. But over the years you found that your luck expanding on your career was sort of a fifty fifty shot.
When someone hadnât commissioned you to paint a wall of theirs, or if you werenât working on a cover for some author - which was also another rare opportunity - You spent your time working at a bar in Wisconsin. It was some way to make some money after all, plus you did get to meet some pretty interesting people.
As for tonight, it was just another Thursday night for you and you were on your break. With that being said, you had your sketchbook out and you were sketching yet again.
Lately, in your personal sketchbook, you would draw the familiar face of a man you used to know. One that probably didnât even remember your name, but youâd always remember his. Youâd always remember his beautiful eyes that reminded you of the green forest, or the way his smile would light up any room heâd step into. You could remember the smell of his leather jacket, or the way that unusual pendant looked a little too good around his neck. You could still remember the sound of his laugh, or the flirtatious little tone and his mischievous smirk. He was a man you knew you could never forget, even after all these years.
âDrawing that mystery man of yours again, Y/N?â A work friend of yours named Danielle asked.
You glanced up at her while she adjusted her glasses and sat in front of you, âHeâs no mystery.. just a memory.â
âYou know, if you really canât forget about him then maybe you should look for him.â She suggested and you shook your head.
âThatâs not possible. Even when we first met during the summer before my freshman year of college, he was always traveling around with his father. It was a part of his career. And if anything, the guyâs still going it. They always traveled around the country.â You explained and Danielle pouted a little.
âYou mean you canât even track down what business it was? Not even by phone number or anything? Some company they ran.â She said and you rubbed the back of your neck.
âDid he even tell you what kind of business he was a part of?â You shook your head.
âNo⌠he was really secretive and he always told me he didnât want to freak me out. A part of me wonders if he didnât trust me. Then after like two weeks together he ghosted me.â You admitted.
âAnd youâre still obsessing over him? Come on, youâve really got to let it go. If he was that much of a douche to ghost you and if he didnât even leave you a way to contact him, then you have got to move on.â Danielle told you and you knew deep down she was right.
You looked down at the picture again of your âmystery manâ as Danielle liked to call him. Just as you were about to put the pencil to your paper once more, Danielleâs hand got in the way and she dragged the book across the table and rotated it so she could take a look at your work.
âOkay, this guy canât actually be real. No one is that attractive.â She said with a chuckle before she looked up at you once more.
âSo what did you say his name was again?â She asked as she handed you the sketchbook again.
âDean⌠Dean Winchester.â
âDean⌠Not a bad name I guess. Better than like Brad or something.â She laughed.
âAny chance that heâs a reader? Maybe heâs seen your cover art on some books.â You shook your head.
âNo, heâs not much of a reader. His brother is a reader though so.. maybe? Although who knows if Sam would read any of the books Iâve done the artwork for.â You shrugged, unsure if Sam read any fantasy novels or science fiction.
âHis brotherâs name is Sam? Thatâs a little anticlimactic isnât it? Is it short for something?â
âI donât think itâs anticlimactic. Simplistic. And no, I donât think itâs short for anything, but I never really asked Dean about it. Never met Sam.â
âHey! Y/N! Danielle! Yâall canât leave me by myself, I just got here!â A second voice said and that was your other friend, Callie. She had a bit of a southern twang in her voice that was definitely different compared to your other coworkers.
You and Danielle both laughed and you got up from your seat. You closed your sketchbook and went back to the back of the bar to put your sketchbook in your backpack. Then you began to resume your shift. The sooner the night was over with, the sooner you could go home and maybe check your emails and see if anyone has reached out to you for any projects.
The next several hours went by and it was closing time at the bar. You walked out of the bar with the two coworkers.
âHave you two heard the news yet about the Nelsonâs wife?â Callie asked and you glanced over at her, brow arched upward.
âNo. I didnât even know something happened.â You said.
âWell apparently when Mr. Nelson came home last night, his door was opened up and there were some kind of freaky claw marks on the door. When the boss went inside he saw that his wifeâs guts were literally outside of her body. But you wanna know the weird thing of it all?â
âThereâs a weird part? Just when I thought things couldnât get any better!â You asked.
âHa ha, very funny.â Callie replied, not finding your sarcasm amusing at the moment.
âThe weirdest part was that her heart was missing. No weapon was found, no evidence of some kind of fur if it really was an animal attack. The police have searched the place top to bottom to find any clues or evidence of an animal attack. But honestly Iâm surprised the bar was even opened tonight.â Callie continued.
âThat explains why I hadnât seen the boss tonight. He must be going through a lot. I couldnât imagine losing my boyfriend in such a horrific way⌠and to actually see his wife like that? I canât imagine.â Danielle said and you frowned a little.
As difficult as it was to learn about the loss of your bossâ wife, you didnât think that your boss would be missing that much. The Mrs. didnât exactly have a great reputation after all. She was a bit of the town harlot to put it lightly. It was common knowledge that she had been cheating on her husband for the past three years with several men.
âHow is Mr. Nelson taking it?â You asked.
âWell as far as I know heâs been at the sheriffâs office all day for an interrogation. You know how it is, always suspecting the spouse first. I donât know if heâs actually had the time to really mourn.â Callie replied.
âWell⌠surely itâs just some freakish accident. It couldnât possibly happen again. The same animal wouldnât strike the same town twice, right?â You said.
âI wouldnât think so.â Callie said.
âWell just incase that animal is still around⌠make sure you get home safe! Why donât we create a group text now just to make sure we all get home okay.â Danielle suggested.
âHonestly⌠that doesnât sound like a bad idea.â You said and pulled out your phone.
Once the three of you were on the group chat, you split off into your different vehicles to go home. You made it to your apartment and shut the door behind you. You tossed your bag on the couch before you plopped on the furniture, then you reached for the remote and turned on the television.
There wasnât anything good on TV so you changed the channel to Boomerang and watched some cartoons. They were playing the old episodes of Scooby-Doo and you smiled to yourself. You hadnât watched this show in years and you felt nostalgic watching it. Then your mind wandered off to the old days. You started to think about the summer with Dean.
You shook your head, deciding that Danielle was right and you really should forget about Dean. Itâs been years and you never saw Dean again after the best two weeks of your life. It wasnât worth thinking about. So you grabbed your computer and checked some emails to see if anyoneâs reached out.
Evidently there was an email for some author named Marissa Meyer. She was emailing you to compliment your illustrations for James Pattersonâs Maximum Ride comics and for the cover art of some other books. Honestly you were surprised. She was writing to see if youâd be willing to do some cover art for one of her books. She emailed you the plot of whatever story this would be and she said the title she planned was Cinder. It seemed to be an interesting plot so you started typing out the response, letting the author know youâd be willing to make the cover art and that you just needed a deadline for it.
Shortly after you sent the email, you started looking at some inspiration photos on Google and Pinterest and that was when your phone started ringing. When you glanced down, you saw that it was a group call with Danielle and Callie. You smiled and you answered the phone before you lifted the phone to your ear.
âHello?â You answered.
âOh good, you answered!â Danielle exclaimed on the other line and you chuckled.
âDonât worry, no animals have broken in to attack me yet.â You clarified and Callie laughed.
âSee, I told you there was nothing for you to worry about. Sheâs probably getting ready to draw something and you broke her concentration.â Callie said and you hummed a little.
âHavenât started just yet. Though about water coloring though.â You admitted since it had been a while since youâd used that medium.
âWell next time send a text! That was the whole reason why we made the group chat, remember?â Danielle continued and you grinned.
âSorry for worrying you. Iâm alright, and Iâm glad both of you are alright too.â You insisted.
âAre both of you working tomorrow night?â You asked.
âI know I am.â Danielle replied with a little bit of an exasperated sigh.
âIâm not. Iâve got the rest of the week off.â Callie spoke up.
âThe whole week? So weâll see you when, Monday?â You asked.
âYep. Needed a little me time and what perfect time would that be than having the weekend all to yourself?â She said.
âWhat about Dylan?â Danielle asked, referring to Callieâs boyfriend.
âHe said he was⌠busy with something.â Callie said.
âYou know, Danielle, you and Chris may like this one restaurant on South drive.â Callie said, talking about Danielleâs boyfriend and you felt like the odd one out, not having gone on a date in about three years.
âIâll let the two of you talk about your boyfriends and your little date ideas.â You said and you were about to hang up before the both of them started talking to you to not hang up.
âWoah woah woah! Why donât we get you hooked up with someone?â Callie asked.
âYeah, that would be fun! I mean itâs been a while so whatâs the harm in it? We can take you to the bar after work this Saturday night.â
You arched a brow before you looked at your bag that still had the sketchbook with the pictures of Dean in it. You supposed maybe going out this weekend maybe help you get over the memory. Dean was more of a phantom of that summer anyway.
âI suppose that could work. I get off at six. I can get home and get ready by seven or something.â You replied.
âOh good! Maybe on break tomorrow you and I can go looking for some cute dresses for you to wear!â You cringed at Danielleâs words and you used your free hand to rub the back of your neck.
âGreat.â You muttered with nervous laughter.
âHang on, guys. I have to go. Dylan is calling me.â Callie groaned with some sort of annoyance in her tone and you wondered if everything was alright. However before you asked, she hung up.
âWonder if sheâs alright.â You said since Danielle was on the other line.
âHonestly I think she and Dylan have been in a bit of a rough patch recently. I wouldnât be surprised if they break up by the end of the month.â She sighed.
âRough patch? Whatâs been going on?â
âWell from what Callieâs ranted about, Dylan is developing some trust issues ever since she told him she didnât want to live together.â
âWhat? Theyâve only been dating for like a month and he wanted to move in?â
âSomething like thatâŚâ
âWell youâre being awfully gracious for giving them the end of the month to end things. Iâll give them a week and a half if that.â You chuckled.
âYou never know. Anyway, itâs getting late. See you tomorrow?â Danielle said.
âIâll be there.â
Dean rubbed the back of his head as he walked down the stairs. Then he tied the strap of his robe around his waist as he made his way into the library just to see Sam reading a book. Not much of a surprise there. But this time it didnât seem like it was a research book in his hands.
âWhatcha got there?â Dean asked, hearing his brother hum in response.
âItâs a fantasy series by Mark Lawrence. Iâm reading the second one called King of Thorns.â Sam spoke.
âI didnât exactly take you to be a fantasy ready. Always thought of you as more of a realist.â Dean admitted as he sat down across from his brother before he moved the laptop across the table. Then Dean opened it up so he could see if there was any new cases that sounded like his and Samâs thing.
âCharlie recommended the book to me. Said that it was pretty good. Like itâs not Lord of the Rings good or Harry Potter good, but she thought it was worth the read nonetheless.â Sam said.
Dean hummed as he looked over at the book again and he caught a glimpse of the front cover, âCover artâs pretty good.â
âYeah⌠Charlie said the artist has done quite a little bit. Sheâd done the cover art of this trilogy and the illustrations for some sort of comic series based off some YA science fiction books. I think her name is.. oh hang on I think her name might be in the book.â Sam said as he flipped to the back.
âOh here it is. Cover artist, Y/N L/N.â
Deanâs gaze shot from the book in Samâs hand to Sam right after he read the name. That was a name he hadnât heard in years. Felt like centuries really.
âLet me see that. I want to get a better look at the cover.â Dean said and Sam put his bookmark between the pages and handed the book to him.
As Dean looked at the cover, he admired the work. He suddenly began to recall that summer when he was a couple decades younger. Still fresh and when John was still around. He remembered meeting this beautiful girl in Wisconsin. You, in fact.
That was the best two weeks of his entire life. He remembered how great of an artist you were, how much he loved looking through the sketchbooks you showed him. He remembered you telling him way back when that you wanted to be an artist. Seems like youâve come quite a ways if youâve done some illustrations and some book covers.
âHas this artist done anything else?â Dean asked curiously.
âSince when were you interested in art?â Sam asked with a smirk as he leaned in, his arms folded in front of him on the table. Then the look of realization went across his face.
âWait⌠Y/N. Isnât that the girl from-â
âWisconsin? Yeah.â Dean said and he chuckled.
âHonestly the best summer Iâve ever had.â Dean admitted.
âWhy didnât you ever go back to visit her? Is she a hunter? Maybe she could help us on some hunt sometime.â Sam said, trying to be encouraging but Dean shook his head a little.
âNo, she wasnât a hunter. In fact she was far from it. When I met her, she hadnât even started college yet. Just graduated high school. She had no idea of the darkness in the world that we deal with and well⌠I wanted to spare her from it.â He said.
âSounds like you had it bad. Dad wondered why it took you two weeks to end the case. He said it was awful long for you.â Sam smirked.
âHonestly, yeah. I did. if I wasnât a hunter, I might have stayed. Maybe even go to summer school or work as a mechanic there to make a living just to stick around while she was on her campus. She was a sweet girl but I knew if I stayed, monsters would come and I didnât want her exposed to that kind of shit just because I stayed around. I finished the case in a week but I stayed the extra week before I had to decide to move on.â Dean continued.
âDo you ever regret it?â Sam asked.
âHonestly, I donât think she would even remember me.â Dean replied and handed the book to Sam yet again. Sam took it and set it down on the table beside him.
âI think sheâd remember⌠anyway, as far as I know sheâs just illustrated for that series and the covers for this series.â Sam said but he pulled out his phone to search your name.
âHereâs something⌠Sheâs painted some walls in the local elementary school building as well as a pediatricianâs office. But honestly I think thatâs the only commissions sheâs had. Other than that, based off her social media sheâs just working in a bar.â
âA bartender? A girl of her talent should be working for some comic company. Maybe even character designing for some animation studio.â Dean said with a bit of surprise.
âWell, sometimes people arenât always that lucky in life. But I agree with you, she is good.â Sam sighed as he closed out his phone before putting it back in his pocket. Then he turned his attention back to Dean who was looking back at the computer screen in front of him.
âFind anything worth while?â He asked his older brother.
âWell speaking of WisconsinâŚ. Turns out some bar ownerâs wife was found dead. Police are calling it an animal attack but there wasnât any evidence of an animal left behind. Then again there wasnât exactly any evidence of humans either because apparently, intestines were outside the poor womanâs body and her heart was missing.â He said.
âSo⌠werewolf maybe?â Sam suggested.
âThatâs my first thought. We might as well head that way and check it out for ourselves.â Dean said and Sam nodded before Dean decided to get up so he could take a shower and get dressed before going on the hunt.
When Dean made it into his room, he decided thatâs before heâd get dressed heâd look for something.
Honestly he wasnât even sure if he still had this amongst his memorabilia. He didnât exactly carry ugh outside of his pictures of his parents, Bobby and Sam and himself when they were younger. But when Dean opened up the auto man at the end of his bed and started looking through old pictures and papers, he moved his fatherâs journal to the side and then he found a black folder.
Dean let out a breath of relief as he pulled the black folder out and he sat down on the bed. The field was made of paper and it was a bit worn with the years of being moved around since they went from motel to motel a lot. Then Dean opened up the folder and he was pleasantly surprised to find that what he was looking for was still inside.
Inside of the folder there was a sheet of sketch paper with a drawing of both you and him on it. It was an old picture, Deanâs hair was longer and he didnât quite have bags under his yees from the years of losing sleep because of a hunt. Then there was you, and you were even more gorgeous in person. Your talented hand didnât give you justice on paper.
In the picture, you were wrapped up in his arms while the two of you sat down on a blanket in the grass. Both of you had a peaceful expression as you looked out at the lake. Dean could still remember the way you felt in his arms, remembering the moment you had drawn in the picture. It was the second to the last night that he spent in Wisconsin.
Dean smiled at the memory, knowing that even after so many years you still had a piece of his heart. But then reality started to get to him and he wondered if you had been married after college graduation. Did you have a family of your own? Dean calculated and by this time you had to be in your mid thirties like he was, right? Most people were arrived by then if they were lucky, and any man would be lucky to have someone so special like you.
Honestly Dean couldnât help but wonder if maybe you still thought about him once in a while. Maybe late at night when you were watching a movie drinking some wine and drawing one of those covers Sam showed him, he wondered if you thought about him.
Dean put the picture back into the folder and placed it on the night table beside his bed before he grabbed his bag and some clothes to pack up. Then he got his other pair of jeans and a shirt to wear before he headed off to the shower.
Two days had gone by and that was the night you were supposed to go out with Danielle and Callie to some sort of club or whatever. Honestly you werenât sure if dancing was your thing. You werenât in your twenties anymore after all but when you were texting Danielle about it all she told you was that it was something to put you out there, give you something fun to look forward to this weekend.
At the moment you werenât really focused on your little outing that night. You were a little more concerned about the fact that you hadnât heard from Callie in the last couple of days.
It wasnât like Callie. She typically texted you and Danielle at least once daily whether she texted some sort of joke or sent a picture of some silly picture first thing in the morning before going about her day and living her life on her days off. But it had been two days and you found it odd that she hadnât sent any memes, jokes, or even talked about going out that night.
When the door opened you happened to glance up and you saw Danielle running in with a frantic expression across her features. When Danielle made eye contact with you, you realized she was rushing over to the bar to meet you.
âY/N, have you heard from Callie lately? I saw her boyfriend this morning and he was out at some diner and he acted like he was just fine while he was sitting beside some girl.â She rambled, catching you off guard with how fast she was talking.
âWhat? No I havenât, wait he was with another girl?â You asked.
âYeah and you wanna know what else? I heard Nelson was visited by two guys in suits. I think the FBI is looking into it. Maybe they caught a glimpse of something with Nelsonâs wife and theyâre looking into it.â
âBut the cops already talked to Nelson. That was the whole point of him not stopping by the bar at all like two days ago. Why would the FBI need to talk to him again? Poor guyâs already been through enough.â You said.
âWell, honestly I donât think Nelson minds. I bet heâs a little glad he doesnât have to deal with the constant heartbreak of his wife bumping ugliest with different men every other night.â
âOh come on, thatâs a little bit of an exaggeration.â You tried to give the former Mrs. Nelson the benefit of the doubt.
âWould you really be surprised if it was that often though?â Danielle smirked, you rolled your eyes a little before you started putting some of the clean glasses away to prepare for customers.
âDo you think the FBI will come here to see if we know anything? You know the managerâs out of town this week. What do we tell them if they happen to come in?â Danielle asked, starting to get a little worried, not much to your surprise.
âDanielle, breathe. If they come in and you spot them, just send them to me. Iâve got it covered. Not that theyâll ask anything we have any knowledge about anyway.â You said and Danielle took a deep breath before exhaling and nodding.
âIâm still worried about Callie.â She said.
âWell think about it⌠if you and your boyfriend broke up, are you going to want to spend a lot of time on your phone for the first couple of days? Or are you going to want to sleep and isolate for a while before you start making public appearances again.â You reasoned.
âI donât knowâŚâ
âIâll tell you what. After we clock out tonight, we can go over to Callieâs house and check up on her and make sure sheâs alright.â You insisted.
âOkay⌠yeah that sounds like a plan.â
âNow⌠why donât you go ahead and clock in and we can get the show on the road. They may not even come at all, and Callie will more than definitely be alright.â You insisted and Danielle nodded.
With that being said the two of you got to work. You were busily serving different customers at the bar with different drinks. Some you were used to making but apparently there were some visitors and they wanted something fancy. Two preppy looking guys had just walked through the door and made themselves comfortable at the bar. They looked like they were the country club type of guys.
âHey, Miss! Can I get a Boulevardier cocktail over here?â One of them said. He had waved ginger hair and he was wearing a blue golf shirt.
âYeah and Iâll have Vieux Carre cocktail, Darlin.â The other said. He was blond, hair parted to the side and he wore an orange golf shirt with white stripes.
These people mustâve had the worst taste in clothing, and an even worse taste in drinks. You couldnât even try and pronounce these things and you werenât even sure if you had the right ingredients for these stupid sounding drinks.
âSure. Iâll get right on that for you fellas.â You replied and went to the back to get the glasses. Then you pulled out the phone to see what the heck those drinks were. Luckily for you, you had some similar ingredients, but you werenât working in a fancy bar so you had some pretty basic drinks, theyâll just have to deal with generic.
You grabbed what you needed and started to make the drinks and you thought you heard Danielleâs voice followed by two gruff sounding voices. Yay, more customers.
You were too focused on making the drinks but that was when Danielle started walking towards the bar with the two men she was talking to.
âY/N? Iâve got a couple of agents that would like to speak with you.â Danielle called.
When you glanced over you saw a familiar green pair of eyes, the ones that youâve drawn numerous times. Theyâve changed though, like theyâve seen so much more. But seeing Dean there⌠it was like everything in your world stopped and you accidentally dropped the glasses you needed.
The sound of the glass shattering on the floor snapped you out of it.
You immediately started looking for a broom but Danielle started rushing over to help you, âDonât worry about it. Iâll get it for you. What did these guys order?â
âThank you⌠Some cocktails with fancy names. Iâll send you the recipes.â You said as you wiped your hands on the apron.
âYou okay? You look like youâve just seen a ghost.â She said and you nodded a little.
âYeah, Iâm okay⌠Iâll tell you later.â You told her, not wanting to be wrong if your suspicions are correct.
You nibbled on your bottom lip softly before letting it go and you walked over to the two federal agents.
Dean was straightening up his tie uncomfortably. All these years later and he still hated these damned monkey suits but then he felt Sam nudge his arm and when Dean looked up, he could feel his breath taken away.
No, it couldnât be you could it?
You looked so beautiful, time seemed to have done wonders for you and Dean almost found it hard to breathe at the sight of you.
Of all the towns this case had to take place in, it just had to be the one you lived in. Have you heard anything about the case? You didnât know about all the ugliness out there yet, did you?
âMy friend said you wanted to speak with me? How can I help you?â
God your voice brought back so many memories, but Dean couldnât dwell on them. Besides, you probably forgot about him so what was the point? Still⌠it was eating at his mind.
âUm⌠yeah⌠Agent Peart, could you get us a couple of drinks and maybe talk to one of the other bartenders?â Dean said.
Sam looked over and raised a brow skeptically. Dean was lucky Sam didnât really question it and the younger Winchester walked off, giving Dean the time to be alone with you.
âSo Ms⌠L/N, right?â Dean asked, almost hesitant.
But he watched the corner of your lips turn upward into a smile, âYes, Agent Winchester.â
Dean couldnât help but smile at the fact that you did remember him after all.
âI wasnât sure if youâd recallâŚâ
âDean, it may have been a few years since that summer but Iâm not old enough for dementia.â You joked.
Dean couldnât help but laugh a little and the two of you found a place to sit at the bar table. Itâs been so long since heâs been this close to you and it felt just like it did before.
âSo howâve you been? Howâs your father and the business?â You asked, Dean remembered that he never told you the exact truth. You had a lot to catch up on he supposed.
âDad um⌠well he passed several years ago. About five years after that summer, actually.â Dean said and he watched the way you began to frown.
âIâm sorry to hear that⌠I remember how you used to talk about him and how close you were.â You told him and he gave a bittersweet smile.
âThings well.. they changed in the five years after. A lot did actually. But my brother and I actually take care of the family business.â He told you and you lifted a brow.
âIf youâre an agent now, how do you have the time for a traveling business?â You asked and he felt his palms get clammy, knowing that might be a difficult thing to answer.
âUm⌠well⌠Agents like me and Peart arenât always in one place, so I still travel a lot anyway and when Iâm off duty I handle the business as much as I can.â He tried to explain in the most believable way possible.
âYou never did tell me what kind of business your dad started. I was always so curious.â You said and Dean wished he could tell you the truth.
âActually⌠I need to ask you a few questions. Iâm sort of on a case and I donât really have a whole lot of time to catch up this time around.â He admitted softly.
Dean felt his heart sank at the way your shoulders seemed to slump a little before you looked down at your glass of brandy. He wished he could spend as much time with you as possible, but he couldnât afford to lose anymore people. People have already lost their lives because of him and he couldnât afford to do that to you too. He couldnât handle it.
âWhat is it you want to know, Agent?â
The switch to the professionalism in your tone pierced Dean through the heart. Maybe he should have asked Sam to keep him some company after all, but from the looks of it he was busy interviewing someone else and writing notes down like the nerd he was.
âThe owner⌠did you have many interactions with his wife?â He asked and he watched you shake your head.
âNo. Too busy working. Plus she seldom came here anyway. She was more of a promiscuous woman than anything else. Nelson knew that better than anyone else.â You sighed.
âNelson.. do you think heâd ever want to take revenge on his wife or pay someone to do it?â Dean asked, making this seem like routine questions - in a way they were still important for a hunterâs case. Who knows, maybe Nelson could he the werewolf he was looking for.
âAnd risk losing the bar because heâs in jail? No. He was hurt by his wifeâs actions, yeah. But for a while they tried to work on it, but then they separated for a month. After that they started living together again before the affairs started up again. And from the looks of it he didnât have the time to deal with his adulterous wife if she wasnât willing to change. But there were rumors of a divorce.â
âDo you think Nelson had any enemies? Someone that wanted to get to him through the Mrs?â Dean asked.
âLook, Dean. I donât keep tabs on my boss and his wife. I donât care about that kind of thing. Now if youâll excuse me, I have customers to serve and you have a murder to solve. Donât let me keep you.â You said and abruptly stood up and walked away to get back to work.
Dean rubbed his face before pinching the bridge of his nose, âWell that looks like it was a disaster.â
Dean heard the sound of his brotherâs voice and he rolled his eyes a little before he got up.
âLetâs get out of here and compare notesâŚâ
âYou okay, Man?â
âIâm fine, Sam. Letâs just go.â Dean stated and he pushed his chair in before they walked out of the door after putting some cash on the table top for the drinks.
Once the two of them got into the car, Dean started the Impala and when he was pulling out he started to drive to the hotel, then Sam started to talk again.
âSo why were you so in a rush to leave? What the hell happened back there?â Sam asked, causing Dean to grimace a little but he knew his brother wouldnât let it go until he knew what was going on.
âYou remember the girl we were talking about? The cover artist?â He said and Sam nodded.
âWait, that was Y/N? Why donât we go back? You two can catch up! Itâs just a werewolf case, a milk run. I can handle this and give you time with her.â Sam said; and as much as Dean appreciated the willingness, he knew his chances were probably gone.
âOh no⌠what did you do?â Sam asked when Dean went quiet.
âWhy is it always something that I did?â Dean asked and Sam scoffed.
âBecause, Dean. As smooth as you are with women youâll never see again, you always screw up with the ones that matter and you let them go. Why are you trying to let this one go?â
âBecause I canât have what happened to Jo and Lisa happen to her. Even though Jo was a hunter, she still got killed! Lisa didnât have experience with hunting, never wanted anything to do with it, and she just got in trouble just by knowing me.â Dean said sternly, beginning to speed because he wasnât exactly focused on the road.
âDean! Slow down! We arenât on a roller coaster!â
Dean heard his brotherâs panicky voice and he eased on the gas and tried to focus on what he was doing and eventually they made it to the hotel. Luckily there werenât any cops on the road so he didnât get pulled over or anything on the way. But he turned off the car and Sam cleared his throat a little.
âSam, I donât want advice on this one. Itâs better to just let this one go.â
âDean, come on. I know for a fact you still have that picture she drew for you. And you said it yourself, that was the best summer of your life! You deserve to experience that kind of happiness again. Especially since things seem to be so calm right now. No angelic wars, no apocalypses, things are quiet and you deserve a break.â
Dean was still quiet.
âAnd you still arenât going to tell me what down at the bar, are you?â
With a grunt, Dean stepped out of the car and started making his way up the stairs to get to their designated room.
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: Your main goal while youâre riding with Butcher is to make sure you can get Ben back no matter the cost. After getting to Grace Malloryâs last known residence, you hope you can find what youâre looking for. The sooner youâd find Ben, the better off youâll be.
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: cannon level violence, nothing to explicit. Alternative ending to the final episode of season three in a way, or an alternative version of the aftermath rather. Hope you all enjoy!
You could hear the way Butcher was grumbling obscenities to himself all throughout the car ride to get to Grace Malloryâs home. You didnât catch all of it but you knew Butcher wasnât exactly thrilled to be going back to a place where he was unwelcome. It surprised you since you assumed he got used to the feeling of being unwelcome considering his record.
âYou know, you arenât the only one in the car. You sound like a psychopath talking to yourself when Iâm right here.â You said as you continued to look out through the windshield.
âI just donât get why youâre going through all this trouble for a guy whoâs willing to kill children like Ryan just to get to his goal. What kind of heartless bastard is he?â He asked, glaring at the road and you shrugged a little.
âAnd you were completely fond of Ryan when you found out he was the spawn of your wifeâs rape? A spawn of Homelander? Donât tell me the thought hadnât crossed your mind, so that argument is kind of unfair to Soldier Boy.â You commented and you heard Butcher continue to grumble.
âThatâs a different bloody story. Becca didnât ask for any of that shit to happen to her. She went missing for so many years and I had no fucking clue what happened to her. Hell, there were times I thought she was dead.â
âSoldier Boy is my Becca. You went a handful of years without her. Iâve gone decades without Soldier Boy. And he didnât ask to be taken to Russia, didnât ask to be robbed of the opportunity to raise his own son. Who knows, if Soldier Boy really did raise Homelander, maybe he wouldnât have turned out to be such a dick.â You continued.
âI hardly think Soldier Boy is really as helpless as Becca was though.â
âThatâs not what Iâm saying.. Yeah heâs strong and for the most part he can take care of himself if you take the damned Novichok out of the equation. No, heâs not as helpless as your wife was. And Iâm sorry for your loss and I hate to hear what happened to her. Maybe that wasnât exactly the best example.â
âYou think?â Butcher muttered as he started to turn on a certain road.
âOkay, okay. Bad analogy. Maybe it would be better like this⌠The same love Becca felt for you? The way she loved you is the love I feel for Soldier Boy.â
âOh now youâre comparing me to Soldier Boy? Thanks, thatâs such a bloody compliment to be compared to the cunt.â He said and you sighed.
âWell, all Iâm saying neither of you are perfect. You both have your flaws. Like a shit ton of flaws and no one in their right mind should care for either of you. Both of you have blood on your hands whether you wanted it or not. But Becca accepted you, flaws and all. She knew youâre far from perfect and she wasnât blind to the fact that youâre not exactly the greatest guy on the planet, but her love for you was still strong and unconditional. And I love Soldier Boy even with all of his flaws and mistakes.â
Butcher was silent for several moments while his gaze remained transfixed on the road ahead of the two of you. You turned your head and looked out of the passenger window.
âHe really wasnât a bad guy in the beginning. Arrogant, sure. But he never wanted innocent people to get hurt. He just got suckered into Voughtâs trap like a lot of Supes do. They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions after all. And after a while, I guess he, like most supes, lost a lot of their morals somewhere along the wayâŚâ You said.
âHe was telling me about that. Just before we were on the way to fight Homelander.â Butcher finally spoke again.
âAs much as I donât like what Annie said about Soldier Boy, and as much as I think she grew a little bit self centered for it, Iâm still glad she stepped away from Vought when she did.â You spoke as you remembered that Annie was still the one that gave you that unreleased photo of Soldier Boy.
âI can tell her heart is still in the right place, so thereâs hope for her yet. Sheâs just got a bit of growing up to do.â At this, Butcher only hummed.
You sighed a little, ready to get out of the car. It felt like you had been driving for most of the day, but really itâs only been about two or three hours, âHow much longer âtill we get to Malloryâs?â
âWonât be too much longer.â Butcher said, starting to get short again.
When you glanced over, you saw that he wasnât in the right shape and you noticed that something seemed to be leaking from his ear. Your frowned a little.
âIs that from the temp V youâve been taking?â You asked and pointed at your own ear.
Butcher glanced at you and he touched his own ear. He glanced down at his fingertips and muttered a curse as he wiped the residue on his pants. Lovely.
âYeah.â
âYou mustâve taken a lot of those doses, huh?â You asked.
âEh, mistakes have been made. Iâm just glad the Kid didnât take anymore. It wouldâve killed the little fella.â He insisted.
âSo⌠what made you protect him? Isnât that kind of out of your character?â You inquired, which caused him to shoot a glare at you.
âIâm not that bad of a guy either ya know. Iâm doing this with the whole, Hell with good intentions thing you were talking about.â He commented as he looked back at the road.
âBut anyway.. Hughie reminds me a lot of somebody I knew.â He finally answered your question after a few minutes. You smiled a little to yourself, knowing Butcher couldnât have been that bad of a guy deep down.
âFriend?â
âFamily member⌠brother.â
You frowned a little, getting the feeling from the way Butcher went stoic with his facial expressions that something bad mustâve happened. You glanced down at your hands, âIâm sorry.â
âAinât nothing to be sorry for. Only thing that can fix anything is a Time Machine at this point.â He told you, though the comment didnât make the frown leave your face.
âSo how long do you have left?â You asked, getting the feeling the temp V may just be costing the man his life.
âDoctorâs say Iâve got about 18 months, thatâs if Iâm lucky. Which so far in life, I havenât been so lucky.â
âIâm sure Hughie may be able to help you find some kind of cure. Plus youâve got Frenchie whoâs apparently one Hell of a chemist.â
âI havenât told the lot of them yet. And I donât plan on it.â
âYou know Hughieâs going to be crushed if you donât say anything to him and he finds out some other way.â You reminded and Butcher shook his head.
âI got him wrapped up in this mess from the start. Iâve dragged all of them through the trenches, so most of them may even be glad to hear Iâll be dead and out of their lives for good.â Butcher said.
âThatâs awfully pessimistic of you.â You replied and he gave a slight shrug.
âItâs the truth though. Not much helpinâ that one.â
You looked out of the window again when the conversation didnât go any further. But then after a few minutes, the two of you made it to a house that mustâve been Malloryâs. Butcher pulled into the driveway and the both of you got out of the vehicle.
âLookâs like sheâs not here.â Butcher said when he noticed there werenât any vehicles, and he remembered this was the last place she was when she was still looking after Ryan.
âStill, sheâs bound to have some sort of notes, maybe even a computer so we can look through her emails and see what we can find. If sheâs not here, there are always other ways to find out where sheâs keeping Soldier Boy.â You insisted, hearing Butcher sigh you walked up to the door.
You noticed thereâs a padlock on the door and you lifted a brow as you tried to think of what sort of codes to try. As you started to press some of the buttons, you heard the shattering of glass. You stood upright and looked around, but the next thing you knew, Butcher was opening up the door from the inside so you could come in.
âYouâre in a rush, right? Letâs get this over with. Pressing buttons and solving puzzles wonât get you anywhere fast.â He said and you smirked a little.
âLetâs see what we can find.â
Ben woke up yet again feeling drowsy as Hell. He honestly had no idea at this point how long itâs been since heâd been taken. He stopped counting the hours, especially since he couldnât when he was blacked out some of the time because of the damned gas or whatever they were putting in him.
He felt drained, but at this point it wasnât a new feeling. It was still a humiliating feeling though. When he finally opened his eyes again and glanced down ward, he saw someone was drawing blood from him. As much as he wanted to move his arm away, he couldnât because they put more restraints on his arms as a precaution from last time he was able to get one of his arms free.
âWhat have the results been so far?â Ben could hear a familiar voice question.
He slowly looked over and saw Grace was standing behind the woman taking his blood. The bitch looked even worse up close. He couldnât say anything though. Mask and all.
âNothing. Iâm getting to understand why the Russians just put him away. Pretty much nothing can kill him and we arenât making much progress with finding any other weaknesses.â
âAnd youâre taking his blood, why?â Mallory inquired.
âWeâre hoping to see what kind of genetic weaknesses he could have and we need his blood to do some tests for that.â The doctor said.
Ben winced when he felt yet another needle in his arm and he assumed they were taking more blood from him. He tried to jerk his arm away but that did nothing to help him.
âWhat other procedures will you be performing in the meantime while you wait for the blood tests?â
âWeâll be seeing different ways the Novichok and maybe some other vapors can effect him. Maybe we can use that to kill him rather than using the radiation like they did in Russia.â
That sounded like it would be a painfully slow process. All the Novichok did was make him feel sleepy, almost like an anesthetic. But if he were to die in his sleep, Ben supposed heâd take that over a painful and torturous death.
âYou know, maybe we can save some of the blood. If we can use his genes, maybe we can make a different hero. One thatâs better than Homelander. Raise him up to take Homelander down.â Mallory suggested.
âWork for us? Theyâd be labeled as just another super terrorist or supervillain or whatever the term is. Are you sure that would be a good idea?â
âIf we can shut down Vought once and for all, then anything would be worth it.â
Ben couldnât stand for it. He wouldnât let his DNA be used for someone elseâs experimentation. Especially not after the last child turned out to be such a damned disappointing excuse to be called his son. He wouldnât let that happen again.
âNoâŚâ He managed to speak and Mallory looked over at him.
âNo what? I donât think you have much control over what we do here.â
âDo not.. make another kid. Not like that bitch HomelanderâŚâ
Mallory heard the comment coming from Soldier Boy. She was almost amazed that he could even gather up the consciousness to form a sentence with how much Novichok they were gassing him up with. She hoped he wasnât growing some sort of immunity to it. That would be disastrous.
âTrust me, Soldier Boy⌠if we do find a way to make a child from your DNA, the last thing we want is another Homelander.â She said, but she could tell the thought wasnât comforting to the fallen hero. Not that it was intended to be a comfort anyway.
âIt wonât be like you or Homelander. Maybe itâll be even stronger than Homelanderâs so called son, Ryan.â Mallory shrugged and that was when her phone began to buzz.
She pulled her device from her pocket and looked down, realizing there was an alert from her last residence.
Her eyes widened when she saw the security footage. It was not only the familiar face of Butcher breaking one of her windows to get into her house, but he was working with none other than Quake.
Grace could see from the phone they were looking for something. When Grace watched you look through her office area and she saw you open up her laptop, her stomach dropped. She didnât know how quickly youâd be able to find this lab, but Mallory knew it would only be a matter of time before youâd be on your way here.
âKeep him sedated.â Mallory said as she turned on her heel while she was about to walk out of the door.
âWhatâs happening? Itâs not like heâs going anywhere.â The doctor said and Grace looked back at Soldier Boy.
Once they made eye contact, Ben knew something mustâve happened. He smirked when he saw a glimpse of weakness in Graceâs eyes, a glimpse of fear.
âWe may need to move him. My last locationâs been made.â Grace said and walked out of the room.
The smirk remained on Benâs face as he looked back up at the ceiling. If his assumptions, his hopes even, were correct⌠youâd be there to get him out of this Hell-hole in no time.
You saw the information on the laptop screen and you smirked before you looked over at Butcher who was just looking over your shoulder.
âI take it youâve found it?â He asked.
âYep. Letâs head out. If I know Mallory and her security plans⌠she may already know weâve been here.â You commented and wrote down the address. Then you folded the paper in your hand and stood upright.
âWe need to move now before she tries to move Soldier Boy.â Butcher nodded before he turned on his heel and headed for the door thatâs been left open.
With that, you and Butcher both left the house and rushed to the car because the two of you could hear sirens in the distance. Mallory mustâve sent some kind of security to her home or something because of the break in so now it was time to haul ass.
Neither of you really bothered to buckle up and Butcher started the car and drove off. Meanwhile you grabbed your phone and started typing in the address on the GPS so Butcher could head that way.
You could tell Butcher was speeding with how you felt like you were about to sink into the seat as he took off. The sirens were close for a moment but as Butcher drove the sirens started to sound like they were getting further and further away.
Once you put the location in the GPS and put the phone on the little phone stand, you looked in the passenger mirror, âDo you think we lost them?â
âAinât no tellinâ so we may have to take advantage of our other precautions⌠check the glovebox.â Butcher told you so you opened it up and saw a gun.
âLetâs hope weâve lost them.â You said, not sure of your aim with a gun and if you could get their tires or if youâd end up missing them and hitting someone else. Boulders you could handle, guns? Not so much.
But unfortunately, you could hear the sirens again and they were gaining on you pretty fast. You looked in the passenger mirror again and you felt a little uneasy.
âQuake, youâre gonna have to use that bloody thing if they get any closer to us. And from the looks of it⌠theyâre coming pretty quick.â Butcher said and you looked down at the gun in your hand.
âAim for the tires and you should be fine..â You whispered to yourself and you made sure the safety was switched off and you carefully got out of the seat and tried to steady yourself, though it wasnât so easy since the road was starting to get a little bumpy.
You leaned out of the window and faced behind you. Sure enough, some cars were gaining speed behind you. You tried to steady your breathing while you lifted the hand that was holding the gun and aimed forward for their tires.
You pulled the trigger the first time and flinched when you heard both the gunshot and the tire blow on the first car. Your eyes widened when you saw the first vehicle struggle to keep control and they went off the side of the road.
âAnd you thought your aiming was bad. Now knock the dust off those other cunts.â Butcher said from the driverâs seat and you nodded to yourself and you pulled the trigger again, then again, taking care of the other two cars. You saw as the front of the two cars met and you could tell they were totaled with the way the airbags went off.
You felt a hand at the back of your shirt to pull you back in, though you realized it was just Butcher. You thanked him and switched the safety back on the gun and put it back in the glovebox. You ran a hand through your hair before you glanced over to the phone, looking to see how long it would be until youâd get to your destination.
âYou think Soldier Boy will still be there if Mallory knows weâre on the way?â You questioned, trying not to doubt now of all times.
Butcher shrugged, âWeâve already made it this far. We wonât know if heâs there until we get there.â
After about ten more minutes, you finally arrived at your destination. Butcher went for his little black bag and you knew the V was in it. You put a hand over his and he looked at you.
âWhat?â
âYouâre already dying. Donât make the process speed up. The only supe thatâs in there is Soldier Boy and heâs incapacitated.â You said and you reached into the glove box and pulled the gun out.
âStick around for Hughie for as long as you can.â He looked at you with an oddly soft look, uncharacteristic of him and you didnât like it but you could tell he was at least trying to let your words set in. You knew he cared for Hughie a lot, and he was kind of the only voice of reason Butcher seemed to have. It kept Butcher human in a way.
But you couldnât be sentimental much longer after that.
The both of you got out of the car and they already knew you were coming. Some of the guards were already holding up their weapons and you raised up your hands as a wall of rock and dirt appeared between you and Butcher and the guards. Then with a pushing motion, the wall you created plunged forward and knocked all of the guards down.
When that happened, you already started to feel a little lightheaded. You supposed you werenât completely at full capacity after the incident at Voughtâs tower. But you couldnât focus on that right now. You had to get Ben out of there. The sooner, the better.
You lifted a boulder and you threw it into the door, breaking a gaping hole into the building and you and Butcher came in. Butcher started shooting at even more of the guards. It was nice to know that even if he didnât have much of a choice in this matter, he still had your back to a certain extent.
When you caught a glimpse of some people rushing down the hall across your path and you had a feeling you ought to follow them. You bit down on your bottom lip before you started running into that direction.
âWhatâs happening?â You heard someone call.
âItâs Soldier Boy. Heâs trying to break free again. Heâs already snapped the leather straps on one of his arms again.â
âWho the hell was watching him?!â
You didnât care to hear the rest of that conversation because you knew theyâd try to get Ben back into that vault. So you followed them and you slammed your fist against the floor.
âW-What was that?!â
âQuake! Sheâs here!â One of the scientists said and when you looked up you saw the look of terror on their faces. You smirked a little before you put your hands in the crack in the floor you created before you pulled your hands apart, thus splitting the floor open and they fell into the hole. You left it opened so they could at least try to get out on their own.
Then you ran to the other end of the hall, desperately looking for any sign of Ben.
You could feel something tickling your nose and rolling down and as you ran, you lifted a hand to your nose and looked down. You noticed the blood. âFuck, not now.â
You shook it off and you rubbed your nose before you continued running. That was when you ran past a window where a light was beginning to glow. You opened the door and you saw that some scientists were frantically trying to keep a mask over Ben.
âBen!â You exclaimed and you caught a glimpse of his gaze. Your eyes locked and then you diverted your attention to the scientists who were working but some of them went to you and they were coming towards you.
They were trying to corner you and you glanced around to see what exactly you could do but then you saw a scalpel. You picked it up and you started stabbing the scientists. As they cried in pain while gripping their arms or sides, you lifted another hand and twisted your wrist a little to try and take a chunk of the wall closest to them and you pushed them out of the room.
The last two scientists that were once hovering over Ben were coming at you. But then your vision was starting to get blurry no matter how hard you were trying to focus as they were coming at you. One of them tackled you to the ground and you were trying to fight them off with the scalpel.
One of them managed to take the scalpel from you and they held it up against your throat but then before you knew it, they went flying somewhere and you thought you heard some kind of crash. Sounded like one of them landed on a table or something, but you couldnât really be sure.
But when you looked up, you saw Ben was the one hovering over you.
âY/N, come on. Wake up. You canât black out now.â You could hear his voice, hearing a twinge of concern and you knew he was right. This wasnât over yet.
You could tell from the slight strain in his voice he mustâve gone through some sort of Hell of his own these past couple of days. But you couldnât focus on that right now. It was getting harder to focus on anything but you started to get up and you felt Benâs hand grip your arm as he basically dragged you up from the ground.
âHow are you feeling?â He asked you and you nodded your head slightly, not wanting to move it too much because you felt like your head would explode if you did.
âFine. Letâs get out of here.â You said and as you were rubbing your eyes to try and get them to focus again, Ben mustâve taken one of the doctorâs scrub pants because when you opened your eyes again, he had a pair of those light blue pants on and some poor guy was sitting there with nothing to cover his lower half.
You and Ben rushed out of the room and you could hear some gunshots.
âCome on, we have to find Butcher.â You said.
âWait, you brought that asshole with you?â Ben asked.
âBen, I had to. He was the only one that I could get to tell me where Mallory lived so I could even find this place. Can we talk about that later?â You said.
The two of you began running and that was when you saw a glimpse of Mallory trying to get out of the building and you glared, âOh Hell no.â
Just as she made it outside, you rushed outside as well. Then you lifted your hands and several boulders appeared from the ground and you used them to crush each and every car that the woman could have possibly used to escape. There were about six vans, three cars, and two cargo vans that mustâve been used for the equipment they used to torture Ben. Every one of them were nothing but useless car parts now.
You saw Grace look back at you before she tried to run off and you clenched your fist and pulled your hand to yourself. Just as you did, the earth rose up and grasped Grace before pulling her to yourself. You rotated your wrist and the earth moved to make the old woman face you.
âI thought of all people, youâd know how much Soldier Boy meant to me. You even worked with me to bring Vought down just to prove they were the ones behind his whole so called death charade. To think youâd be one of the ones that would try to take him from me again.â You said and Mallory looked at you.
When we figured out what we needed to, we would have given him up.â Mallory said and you scoffed.
âIf it were up to you, you would have given me a rotting carcass.â You continued.
âHow far did you get, huh? What exactly have you found?â You asked and she shook her head.
âI havenât found anything other than the Novichok because of Frenchie.â She said and you glared as you tightened your fist, causing the earth to act as an iron maiden, threatening to pierce the old womanâs body.
âI swear! Radiation does nothing but strengthen his energy blasts. Vapors just act as an anesthetic to keep him stabilized. Thatâs all I know.â
âGood⌠thatâs the last thing youâll ever find out about him.â You promised and with a snap of your fingers, the spikes went through Malloryâs body. She didnât even have the chance to scream before the life left her eyes.
When you released the earthâs grip on her body, she plopped to the ground almost like a sack of potatoes. She was nothing but a bloody mess with holes in her clothes where her wounds were.
âY/N! What did you do?!â Butcher called out.
When you turned around, you saw both Ben and Butcher walking forward. But everything thatâs happened in the last several moments took a lot from you. The blurriness returned and that was the last you remembered.
Benâs eyes widened when he saw you start to fall and he started running to you.
âFucking Hell.â Ben said as he caught you just in time, knowing you mustâve overdone it. Your recovery time mustâve gotten longer since the tower. This whole rescue thing didnât help at all.
âShe bloody killed Mallory!â Butcher exclaimed and Ben glared.
âLike youâve never killed anyone before.â Ben reminded.
Ben noticed Butcher went over to the woman and watched as Butcher sighed a little.
âShe was ready to see her family though. Sheâd been ready for a long time.â Butcher said and Ben just let out a hum, not really interested as he looked down at you.
He put his hand on the pile point in your neck and let out a breath of relief. Then, Ben looked over at the building that had kept him the past several days. He carefully laid you down on the ground for a moment before he focused his energy to his center again. Afterwards, the next thing he knew there was another explosion and the building and everything inside was destroyed.
âYouâve gotten better at that, havenât you?â Butcher said and Ben looked over at the man in the coat.
âI guess.â He said before Ben turned his attention back to you. He knelt down at your side before he took you into his arms again and he stood up. He felt the way your body leaned into his chest and he was honestly glad you found him. But he needed to get you some place safe so you could recover.
âYou think sheâll be alright?â Butcher asked as he walked over but Ben could sense the sort of caution Butcher had.
âYou know Iâm not a ticking time bomb, right? Yeah, sheâll be okay. Just need to get her somewhere safe so she could rest up.â Ben said.
Butcher rubbed the back of his neck. A part of him didnât want to help Soldier Boy since he would have killed Ryan if he had the chance, but aside from the threat you made, you were alright for a supe he supposed. You werenât his favorite person in the world, but you did promise to keep Soldier Boy accountable and you said youâd stay away from everyoneâs families if you got Soldier Boy back.
âCome on⌠I know a thing or two about stealing cars. Iâll give you a card and you can get her to a hotel to rest up.â Butcher said.
Ben looked up at Butcher, almost wondering if this was some kind of joke or if this was some trick. Could you blame him for being hesitant when the man turned on him back in the tower?
âWhy? I didnât kill Homelander and Y/N killed your little friend.â Ben said.
âIf she can keep somebody like you in line when you canât be killed, then we need her around. The world does. Just donât let anyone here catch you around. Especially MM. He still wants to kill you.â Butcher said.
âNow are you coming or not?â
Ben was still skeptical about this whole thing, but he knew he didnât have any other choice. So he nodded and he carried you out to Butcherâs car and the three of you rode somewhere to try and steal someoneâs car from some gas station or something.
Ben was sitting down beside you on the bed while you rested. By that time, Ben had already used the card to buy himself some clothes so he wasnât wandering around in scrub pants. He was wearing some t-shirt and some sweatpants and he had some socks on his feet.
Other than that, he hadnât left your side. He wanted to make sure he was there for you whenever youâd wake up. Although he knew it may take a little longer than he wanted to. Still, it had been several hours since the both of you left Malloryâs little lab or whatever. It couldnât be too much longer now, could it?
He gazed at your figure and he reached out to brush a stray hair away from your face. Then he moved to reach for the remote on the night stand so there would be some kind of background noise rather than the silence.
Ben looked over at the television and noticed some trailers for some new movies were out. He rolled his eyes a little. There were times where he got really tired of seeing supe movies. So Ben used the remote to try and find something worth watching. Then he saw a black and white film, something that took him back in time.
He recognized Clark Gable and Doris Day on the screen and it made him smile when he was able to at least recognize those faces, even if they werenât exactly his favorite actors. The movie was apparently called Teacherâs Pet when he saw the title on the screen before it flashed away.
Ben started growing a little more interested in the old movie, there was something about it that felt more familiar to him. Maybe it was because it was something from a familiar time.
âYou know, I loved Clark Gable back in the day.â Ben heard a familiar voice say and when he looked down, he saw your beautifully colored eyes opened and on the screen.
He smiled as he turned the volume down since the television switched to some adds now and he turned to face you, âYouâre awake.â
âHow long was I ou-â He interrupted you with a kiss, unable to wait any longer.
He could hear you chuckling against his mouth and he slowly pulled away and he looked down at you, âWhatâs so funny?â
âNothingâŚ. Iâm just glad to see you too.â He heard you say and he grinned before he cupped your face in the palm of his hand.
âYou over did yourself again.â Ben stated.
âTwice.â You answered.
âI know. You wanna tell me about the tower?â He asked and you shook your head a little.
âNot much to tell. You went out the window, I went to panic mode that switched to some kind of rage mode. Iâm surprised I was awake right after. I looked for you but realized I hat to run. Found some abandoned building to crash in and I crashed there for a while. The first two days I felt like Iâd puke if I even thought about standing. By day three I was able to at least walk.â You said and Ben sighed.
âYou really shouldnât use your powers for a while.â
âSince when did you become a doctor?â He heard you ask and he saw your smile.
âIâd make a pretty shit doctor. But Iâd rather not watch you black out again.â He admitted and you nodded before he felt you move closer to him, so Ben wrapped an arm around your smaller frame.
âWhat about you? How are you feeling?â Ben heard you question and he smiled a little. But then he remembered some pain killers or whatever other kind of drugs Butcher handed him before he went back to his little group.
âIâm fine. A hell of a lot better now that Iâm away from that place. But here, take this. Butcher said itâs supposed to help with whatever migraine you might get.â He said and handed you some water and a couple of pills.
He watched you sit up and you took the pills before you started drinking some water.
âHow long have I been out?â You finally asked him and Ben shrugged a little.
âSeveral hours.â
âSo⌠what do we do from here?â He heard you ask and he chuckled a little.
âI thought you would have thought about it a little more. Whatâs the situation with your house? Couldnât we just go back there?â Ben asked but then he watched you shake your head.
âNo, Vought got to it and destroyed pretty much everything. Honestly, I think our best bet may be leaving the country.â You admitted and Ben frowned at that idea.
âYou really think we have to go to that extreme? Mallory remained off the radar for several years and so did you, and you were able to stay in the states.â Ben stated, you hummed a little.
âYeah, but Iâm not sure if I can go into hiding again so soon. Who knows if Vought has people all over the country looking for me. Maybe even you if word were to get out that youâre alive.â You said.
âYou act like Voughtâs got a shit ton of snipers crawling all over the place.â Ben sighed and you shrugged.
âWho knows⌠you never know what Vought has up their sleeves. And I really donât want to stick around and find out.â You said.
âIf weâre out of the country for at least a year, maybe two. That way Vought thinks weâre out of the picture and it opens some sort of door for us to come back. You know theyâre all about their fake deaths for supes they lose or force into retirement. Until then, maybe we can travel. It could be really fun.â You continued.
âTraveling.. might sound alright for a while. At least until things quiet down a bit. People already think Iâm dead because of Vought Iâm sure.â Ben commented and he watched you nod, confirming his statement.
âSo where do you think we should go first?â You asked and Ben felt you place a hand on his own, causing him to grin as he intertwined your fingers.
âAs long as we arenât in Russia, Iâll be happy.â Ben reminded.
âWell, I kind of figured that would be a given⌠what about Ireland?â You suggested and Ben thought about it for a moment.
âYou know what? I think that sounds like a great idea.â
Ben watched the way you smiled softly and he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead while you snuggled closer to him. He looked down at you, loving the fact that you were in his arms again.
âThank you.. for coming and saving me.â He whispered and you hummed softly.
âBen, thatâs not anything to thank me for. When you love someone, youâd do anything to make sure theyâre safe. I lost you once when you went out of the country, then again at Vought when Queen Maeve pushed you out of that window. I couldnât lose you again after I just got you back.â You insisted.
Benâs gaze softened. If he wasnât mistaken, that may have even been the first time you said you loved him, even if it was in some sort of descriptive way. He knew you loved him based on the letters youâve written him over the years, but heâs never heard you actually say it.
âGod, youâre nothing like Crimson Countess, are you?â Ben chuckled and you rolled your eyes.
âI donât think I could hate you nearly as much as she did.â You replied, he hummed as he looked down at you, observing your features.
âMy world would crumble if you hated me half as much as she did. Then it would completely disappear if anything were to happen to you, if I lost you.â He admitted.
There was a change in the dynamic between the two of you in that moment, a shift in the atmosphere in a way. It was something the two of you hadnât been able to sit and relish in ever since he came back. The two of you had been so preoccupied with his mission of killing the members of Payback, then the Homelander fiasco, then you rescuing him from Malloryâs lab.
âYou know⌠when I woke up and heard the TV⌠a part of me wondered if everything thatâs happened this past week and a half has been a dream.â You admitted.
âHow do you mean?â Ben said gently.
âI mean⌠Youâve been gone for so long⌠I spent years in my house writing all of those letters. Iâve spent countless nights dreaming of what it would be like if you were to come back. This whole endeavor⌠A part of me thought after Malloryâs lab, that was just the end of another dream. A part of me wonders if Iâll ever get over the surrealism.â
Ben chuckled, âYou really mustâve worn yourself out if youâre still thinking it was all a dream after this whole time.â
âWell, Ben⌠why donât you show me how real all of this is?â You asked him, then a smirk started to appear on Benâs face.
âWith pleasure.â Ben said as he leaned down for a kiss. A kiss that would surely take your breath away and show you that this was reality. That this would be your new reality for the rest of your life and that youâd never lose him again.
After so many decades of being away from Ben, you knew what it was like to wander the earth as if youâd lost your other half. You knew how it felt to be so alone for so many years. Youâve felt out of place for so long but with Ben in your grasp again, you felt whole, complete. It was a happiness you hadnât felt in so long and you were glad you finally had the man you loved beside you again and you couldnât wait to see how the next several decades would treat the both of you.
It would certainly be an adventure, one you were more than eager to share with Ben for the rest of your life.
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: After destroying the Vought tower, youâre a wanted criminal and youâre still determined to look for Ben. After finally getting a lead, you go to the only group of people you knew had connections to your lead.
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: Mentions of torture, slightly mature, I think that should be it? There shouldnât be any spoilers to the show in this chapter.
Itâs been three days since youâve destroyed the Vought tower. Three days since Ben went missing and you were doing everything you could to stay hidden from public eye. There was still no sign of Soldier Boy, Vought has pronounced him dead since apparently they had some sort of backup residence. So the fact that you destroyed the tower nearly meant nothing.
It killed you to watch the civilians destroy Soldier Boyâs statue. Vought painted such an ugly picture of him, Starlight ruined everything he stood for. All of the good that he used to do was now diminished and forgotten. It kill you to see the downfall of it while Vought still remained.
You were glad that they didnât have quite as big of a tower, that a lot of their supes were at a loss. To you that was enough, even if they still had backup computers and another establishment somewhere. It was enough to know that you showed people that even the original tower could be broken down to nothing.
Still, you remained hidden to the best of your abilities. You could see the news reports that people were speculating you had come out of retirement, that you were a force to be reckoned with and killed on the spot since you were on the side of Soldier Boy. Which inevitably meant Vought, and likely Butcher and Annieâs group wanted you dead as well.
So you were on your way to the only place you knew you could crash even if it was for a night or two if it hadnât been completely destroyed already. You just needed a place to regain more of your strength and you tried to refrain from using your powers a lot these past few days.
The amount of power you used when you took down the tower, it should have killed you when the building fell. You were surprised you were still alive, but you still felt weak as Hell. Today was the first day you were really able to stand on your own two feet without having to take a break.
As you walked, you recognized the area all too well from the amount of times youâve driven to and from this place.
Home.
When you saw your cabin, you noticed that it was in fact destroyed. It mustâve been Homelander judging by the patterns of the arson, the two lines that looked that they came from a set of eyes, Homelanderâs eyes.
You werenât surprised to see your home was destroyed, unfortunately, but you still had to see if there was still anything you could use inside of your bunker. You always had to have a backup plan after all. Working with Soldier Boy and Grace Mallory taught you that you always needed a Plan B. So you made sure you had one whenever your house was built.
You didnât even have to open the door to your home because the doors were already destroyed. When you looked around you saw that it looked as if your house had been flipped upside down. A Train mustâve come in looking for anything and everything that couldâve been used against you or Ben. They more than likely wouldnât have found anything since you had everything hidden.
You stepped into your living room, or what used to be your living room anyway, then you put your hands together in front of you before slowly parting them. As a result, the floor in your home began to split and it revealed a metal compartment with some keypad that had required a password for entry.
You popped a squat and entered the code before the metal slid open almost like an elevator but it had a stairway leading downward. You stepped inside and the door shut behind you.
Inside of your bunker, you had some relatively high tech that was almost the Vought equivalent. The lights turned on automatically and the computers powered on with a simple flip of the switch. You walked further inside and you let out a sigh as you sat down in one of those swivel chairs and you sat down in front of one of the computers.
You did the first thing you can think of since you had this amount of technology and you used the system installed on your computer and you tried to see if there was any way to get any footage of Ben after the explosion, before the building went down. You werenât too sure if it could be done, but youâve seen Hughie work his magic on the computer once or twice, so you tried to commit that to memory and do what you could.
You just had to know where Ben is, and this was the starting point.
The bad news was unfortunately for you, Voughtâs systems were practically impenetrable. You couldnât get in so you did the next best thing. You managed to get into the government systems, when you worked with Mallory and you got some of the passwords for the surveillance systems. That was where you managed to get some sort of lead from one of the neighboring buildings.
There were multiple camera angles but you clicked on the one that caught your eye when you thought you saw a familiar man in uniform. When you saw Ben, he was walking away from some sort of ally that was beside the Vought tower. You smiled when you saw that he was at least still alive. Maybe a little out of it because of the intensity of his blast, but he was alive nonetheless and that was all you could really ask for.
Then, you noticed that when Ben looked back at the building and he realized the building was rumbling, he started to run back inside but before he made it to the building, a black van drove around and some people captured him and they put something over his face and they drove off with Ben before he had the chance to break free.
You paused the footage and you tried to see if you could get any clear sight of the license plate on any of the angles.
Luck mustâve been on your side for once because on one of the other cameras you got a clear shot of the license plate on the black van and you zoomed it in. You opened up a new window and looked for the system you could use to track down license plates. The results you saw were a little less than surprising.
You did a little digging on the van and the drivers and found out that Grace Mallory was behind taking Ben away. Your brows narrowed as you started following the van through whatever surveillance footage was available.
âOf course sheâs behind thisâŚâ You muttered.
Butcher mustâve somehow survived and told Grace where to find Soldier Boy. Surely they had something to do with it.
Once you ended up losing the van, you didnât see where the van went other than some back roads. But with the last set of footage, you were able to tell where Ben was last located, you recognized the name of the road.
All you had to do was find a map and figure out the different paths that road lead to and from there you could pinpoint where Ben was taken, where Mallory had some sort of lab or cabin or whatever she decided to keep her experiment hidden from Vought and the government.
You wrote down the street name where that camera was located before you closed the tabs. Then you opened a new window to look at some maps to see what the surrounding areas were.
âIâm coming, Ben⌠just hang in there for just a little longer.â You whispered.
Ben felt so miserably groggy as he slowly started opening up his eyes only to realize he was bound.
No⌠not this again. He couldnât go through this Hell all over again and he started to try and break free. But again, he had some sort of mask over his face. Whatever was filling his lungs was making him unbearably weak and he hated this.
His eyes were about half opened as he started to look at his surroundings. It looked like it was another fucking lab.
âNoâŚâ he muttered beneath the mask but that was when he started to hear some muffled voices.
As he looked over he saw there was some sort of looking glass, people were observing him like he was some sort of lab rat, a guinea pig of sorts. But he recognized one of them. She was all shriveled up now, but he recognized the face.
Grace Mallory.
It felt like eons since he last saw her in Nicaragua. Time didnât really do her much justice, and Ben couldnât exactly say he was happy to see the bitch considering the circumstances he was in.
The two of them made eye contact and she was the first to look away as someone was speaking to her. Some younger guy that Ben didnât recognize.
âWhat happens when Quake finds out where he is?â
âShe wonât find out. And weâre going to keep it that way.â Mallory reassured.
âBut you saw what she did to Voughtâs tower after Soldier Boy was thrown out the window. And you know better than anyone that when Soldier Boy was first pronounced dead she tried everything she could to get to the bottom of it. What if she figures it out and finds us?â
âShe wonât find out, especially if you keep your mouth shut about it. Not many people know heâs here and Iâd prefer to keep it that way.â
Wait⌠what happened to the Vought tower? Ben moved his head and gazed up at the ceiling as he tried to remember what happened before he woke up here.
He closed his eyes, hopefully that would help Ben remember if he shut his eyes and tried to visualize. He remembered Butcher and Homelander. He remembered a brat, his own grandson, using his laser vision he inherited from Homelander and kept Ben from completing his task. That snot-nosed kid ruined the mission. They were so close to completing everything and Ben wouldnât even be in this situation.
Then Butcher turned the tables on him all because he didnât want Ben to attack the brat. That weak son of a bitch.. worse than Homelander.
He remembered glimpses of the fight in the tower, then he remembered pieces of the building fly. Then something seemed to go blank after that. He couldnât really remember the details but he remembered waking up outside of the building only to realize it was rumbling.
Ben remembered the way the building seemed to drop a few levels and that was when he remembered wanting to go back in after you. He remembered being worried about how much power you would lose and how weak youâd get if you took down the building.
The realization hit Ben like a train and he flexed his muscles as best as he could as he tried to break out of his restraints. He had to find you. He had to make sure you were okay after a massive catastrophe like that. It mustâve drained the hell out of you.
âRaise up those numbers of the Novichok. We donât want him escaping.â Mallory said through the speakers.
Ben was able to get one arm free but then some nurses came in to try and hold him down, one of them kept the mask over his face while one of the other scientists turned some sort of knob to raise the amount of Novichok that would go into his system.
When that happened, Ben started feeling weaker all over again, like his own strength was fading but he was still conscious. It just felt like he was so drowsy that he couldnât move. He could feel one of the scientists rebinding the restraints on the arm that broke free.
Suddenly he was being injected with something. It felt like his entire body was being set ablaze and all he could do was grind his teeth to keep from screaming. He couldnât give Mallory the satisfaction of seeing him suffer: he wouldnât.
He could still hear the voices from the observatory, discussions the protocols they would need to put in place in the event you showed up at their front door.
Ben remembered when he was in Russia, the hope he had that his former teammates would save him. He remembered the hope that Countess would come for him because you wouldnât have known where he was taken. Now he wondered if you would be the one to find him after all. It gave him some sort of encouragement that Grace feared your arrival and she had to make the plans even if she tried to reassure everyone you wouldnât be coming.
But at the same time⌠Ben didnât know how much more of this he could take. He didnât think he could stand for this for another several decades. He didnât know how long Mallory intended to keep him here before he would start wishing they really would find something to kill him.
A man could only take so much⌠even if they were deemed the strongest man to have lived.
When this dose of radiation did nothing, Ben felt something else get injected into his arm and this thing felt different from what the Ivans had. He didnât know what Malloryâs scientists were using but this felt more intense.
Ben couldnât help it this time when his scream escaped past his mouth. The injection felt like the fire was engulfing his body and like a thousand blades were cutting into his skin all at the same time. That was when he felt the familiar feeling started rising up in his chest as it started to glow.
He couldnât hear the voices anymore but from what happened next, Mallory mustâve told her doctors and scientists to stop with the injections so he wouldnât turn the place into a pile of ash.
It was at that point where Ben started to see black, the experiments beginning to take the energy out of him along with the Novichok.
Your heart was racing as you drove to Butcherâs last known residence. He would know where Mallory lived, and you were going to make sure he would tell you exactly where she was.
You knew how risky it was to make an appearance in the city again, and you were determined to keep a low profile.
However, Butcher was the one that got Ben into this mess, and you were going to make sure heâd get Ben out of it whether he liked it or not. You warned him of what would happen if something happened to Ben or if there was a chance anyone would double cross Ben. Now it was time for Butcher to pay the consequences.
It was tricky business to keep a low profile. You could see your face all around on news screens, warning people about you if they saw you and out call a certain number you knew would be connected to Vought somehow. But if this was what you had to do to get Ben out of trouble, you were willing to go through anything.
When you made it to the building âThe Boysâ used as their office, you took in a deep breath. It was a fairly quiet night and from what you could tell, no one knew you were around. Otherwise a supe would be coming after you, you were almost positive of that.
Fortunately for you, when it came to the buildingâs security, you had found a map of the place when you were in your bunker at home so you knew which corners to avoid so youâd have the advantage.
Honestly you were surprised the government or Vought hadnât shut down your systems, but you knew it would only be a matter of time before they did. And by then, you were hoping you would be out of town with Ben, maybe even out of the country - which at this point it was preferred by you to travel out of the country.
You found your way inside the building and stealthily walked up the stairs and you walked into the room.
As soon as the group saw you, they all went for their weapons and Starlightâs eyes went gold and the lights began to flicker. You rolled your eyes.
âRelax. Iâm not gonna destroy this building yet.â You said and held your arms up, then you pointed your finger at Annie while your hands remained by your head.
âBut if you keep messing with the lights like that, I may have no choice but to turn this place into rubble too.â
Hughie looked over at Annie for a moment and shook his head, âItâs not worth it, Annie. A lot of us are still recovering from the destruction, and personally I canât handle another one. One legâs already broken, I donât want to break the other.â
Annie glanced over at MM who seemed to agree with Hughie before she said and her eyes went back to Norman as she put her hands in her pockets, âWell what do you want?â
âMy business is with Butcher.â You said and the whole room looked over at the man in the long black coat. You could tell he was looking rough and you could imagine it was from so much of the temp V he injected into his system.
âYou look like Hell.â You said.
âAnd youâre wanted. Any one of us could call you in.â Butcher replied and your brow arched upward.
âYou know you wouldnât have a chance. You got Soldier Boy into this mess, Hell all of you got me into this mess too and I didnât ask for it. You owe me.â You said, Butcher grumbled before Annie spoke up.
âYou expect him to help Soldier Boy? After he nearly killed us all? After you nearly killed us all?â You glared at the blonde as the building rumbled.
âAnother word out of you and I swear you wonât survive the next earthquake.â You threatened.
âAnnie? Why donât you help me come up with a list. The place needs groceries after all.â Hughie said as he got up, using his crutches.
âNo. She thinks just because she can destroy buildings and shit she can push us around?! Soldier Boy was going to kill so many people if we didnât do anything. Iâm glad we stopped him.â Annie said and you scoffed.
âYou didnât stop shit.â You said and you walked over to her, meeting her gaze. You could tell the entire group was on the defensive when it came to you but you didnât care.
âLet me tell you something, Kid. Iâm not saying Soldier Boy is a perfect hero. Hell, even I know heâs far from perfect. Honestly, I donât blame Payback for being so eager to betray him. Soldier Boy was a shitty leader and I donât like a lot of the things heâs done. But I know for a fact he didnât kill so many people on purpose.â You began but as soon as Annie went to start talking again, you continued over her.
âHe has PTSD, you blonde bitch. And when he blacks out, thatâs when the catastrophes happen. It is out of his control. If you were tortured for several decades, prodded, burned, tortured as people tried to kill you, wouldnât you have some serious mental shit going on? And if you had an episode and destroyed some buildings or took away peopleâs power, do you think it would be fair for people to be calling you a bad guy for something you had no control over?â
âThis isnât about me. Itâs about him.â Annie said and your hand turned into a fist and you punched her right in the mouth.
âItâs been about you the moment you started talking about Soldier Boy like you knew him personally, like you knew everything he went through and decided to paint him as the villain here! It became all about you ever since you tried to take a stand against The Deep! You try to act innocent, you can pretend like youâre made of gold and practically untouchable, but the moment you stepped through Voughtâs doors you became as fake as all the rest of them, you became just as self absorbed as Homelander.â
âIâm nothing like Homelander! I quit The Seven for a reason.â She said.
âKeep telling yourself that, kid. But it doesnât change the fact that Soldier Boy didnât deserve to have you talk about him the way you did, and he didnât deserve to be taken. Soldier Boy did not harm anyone on purpose and deep down, you know that.â You glared.
Annie was shockingly speechless but Hughie tugged on Annieâs sleeve and motioned for her to leave with him. That was when you turned to Butcher and you pointed at him, âAnd you. You got him into all of your bullshit and youâre going to help me get him out.â
âAnd why the Hell would I do that?â He asked and you crossed your arms over your chest.
âBecause if you donât, Iâll stay true to my word. Youâre lucky I havenât followed up on it yet, and if you were smart, youâd help me to ensure I wonât have to.â You reminded Butcher and he looked over at his group.
âButcher, donât do this. You know what kind of man Soldier Boy is. You saw what he was willing to do to Ryan.â MM said, trying to convince him to stay behind and leave you to search alone.
âIf I donât do this, she may go after Ryan. And she threatened the rest of you if we ever crossed Soldier Boy⌠She could come after that daughter of yours.â Butcher said, causing you to roll your eyes while they acted like you werenât in the room.
âIf you help me then I wonât be coming after anyone. Families included.â You promised and you looked at MM. Then you sighed a little.
âI know how badly you want Soldier Boy taken away, I know how much you want him dead because of everything your family has gone through. I know you hate Soldier Boy with everything you have in you, but you canât live in that hate forever. Your daughter shouldnât have to go through the same things you did while you were growing up.I just want to take Soldier Boy somewhere far away from here so he canât hurt anyone else and he and I can move on from everything related to Vought.â You said.
âYou know I canât just accept that so easily. If you know what he did, if you know what Iâve gone through, you know I canât just let him walk.â MM told you and you shook your head.
âIâm not saying you have to stop trying your best to find what kills him. You can try your best but I really donât think youâll find it. And if you do, props to you. I wonât try to stop you from coming and trying to kill Soldier Boy. But I am warning you, Soldier Boy will not be the only one you will be fighting the day you find your solution.â You guaranteed.
âAre you.. trying to cut some kind of deal with me?â He asked.
âI guess in a way, yeah.â You shrugged and walked over.
âLet Butcher help me find Soldier Boy. Iâll take him out of the country and Iâll hold him accountable for anything that happens along the way when weâre out of Voughtâs reach. I know how much dedication you have when it comes to Soldier Boy, and I know how much you loved your father and Grandfather. So if you do miraculously come up with something to kill Soldier Boy, you can try and come after him, but again, youâll have to fight me too.â You reminded.
âBut if you do come after the both of usâŚ. I want you to find something that will kill me too. Because Iâm not going to lose him for a third time.â
MM stared at you. He was almost shocked that you would ask him to find something to kill you too if he had to find what could kill Soldier Boy. He looked over at Butcher who simply shrugged a little, then MM looked back at you again.
âFine. I guess thatâs as good of a deal as weâre gonna get seeing as how we donât know whatâll kill the son of a bitch.â He sighed and you lifted your hand, this time to offer a handshake. MM lifted a brow a little before he finally reached out and shook your hand, agreeing to the terms.
Afterwards, you looked over at Butcher.
âLetâs get out of here. Weâve got a surprise meeting with Mallory.â You said and Butcher grabbed his keys to a car.
With that, the two of you began your journey to meet with Grace for what you hoped would be the final time.
Authors Note:
Hi everyone⌠sorry this oneâs a little short, itâs sort of another filler chapter i know. But things will be picking up again within the next part. Thank you for your support! Love you all! â¤ď¸
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: Suddenly driven by the urge to find you, yet conflicted about the fact he would have to kill his own son, Ben sets out with Butcher and Hughie to go to the Vought tower and put an end to this once and for all.
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: SPOILERS!!! Final episode of season three, but this series will continue after that episode. I donât think thereâs any major warnings. Little short but this will be continued. Hope you enjoy!
All you could see was white all around you as you sat alone in the room. Captivity wasnât your idea of a fun time, then again who likes to be held captive against their will? Maybe with the exception of those with Stockholm syndrome, you assumed it would be no oneâs idea of a vacation necessarily.
You sat with your back against one of the walls and your legs crossed in front of you. Your eyes were closed as you tried not to focus on your current situation. Instead you were wondering if Ben really did find Mindstorm, and if he was able to get a little more closure and revenge that he wanted. You wondered when he would get to Black Noir, or if he could even get to him in the Vought tower.
Then you began to wonder if Ben would really be able to kill Homelander. You wanted him to be able. To take the heroâs powers away and show everyone that without his powers, Homelander was just an image of Voughtâs imperfections. You wanted to know what their reaction would be when they found out their star-spangled mascot was nothing but a useless puppet, like most if not all supes, who just got paid to be glorified for nothing.
After that, your mind started to wander off to the aftermath of your life with Ben after killing HomelanderâŚ
Would he get caught yet again? Would he be sent out of the country yet again to a place like Russia? You wouldnât put it past Vought to do something so cruel. You couldnât imagine all of the horrible things Ben went through. Well, you could because you went through something similar, but the government wasnât out to kill you.
The Russians were trying to kill Ben, and they had a lot longer of a time with him. The government didnât have nearly as much time with you. So you couldnât imagine just the amount of torture Ben had gone through for such a long amount of time, only to be left alone in a vault like he was some antique in the lab.
You wouldnât let anything like that happen to him again. You couldnât let yourself live with that if Vought took him away again. Back then you couldnât do anything about it, but now you could.
You only hoped that Ben would be careful enough to not let it get to that point.
Then you tried to start thinking more positively. After all, you werenât a fortune teller. You had to have some sort of hope in you after all.
So maybe you were over thinking and nothing would go wrong with Ben. Maybe heâd be okay after all and his little quest to kill Homelander would go smoothly. He was experienced at least somewhat when it came to some battles, even if he didnât actually storm Normandy like Vought wanted everyone to believe.
You wondered what life would have in store for you if that were really the case. What would the future hold if both of you came out of this okay after all?
You were pretty confident youâd need a new hidden cabin in the woods somewhere. After all, you didnât want Vought finding you again if they didnât destroy your old home anyway. But you wondered where you would go, you wondered where Ben would want to go.
With Vought out of your hair and Homelander gone, you could go anywhere in the world you wanted to go. Would Ben want to go out of the country with you and start a new life?
Maybe you could go somewhere beautifullâŚ
You heard Ireland was beautiful. Youâve never visited the country and you would love to see what it was like. Maybe you and Ben could travel the world before you decided to find a new home and settle down. Maybe have that family Ben always seemed to dream about.
There were so many positive ideas that came floating in your mind and they seemed to be a dream away. You werenât sure if you could really have any of those fantastical outcomes, but it never hurt to have that hope.
After all⌠you dreamt that Soldier Boy would come back. Now he was back in your life so unexpectedly. What other things would come true for you?
The sound of the door opening brought you from your thoughts but your eyes remained closed because you knew all too well who was coming through that door. Judging by the stomps those boots made, Homelander wasnât too happy. Then again, when was he ever happy and not plastering some fake smile for the public eye.
âStill donât know where Soldier Boy is. Hate to break it to you, Kiddo.â You sighed with exasperation.
âIâm not here for that.â
âOh really? No threats if I donât give you some kind of top secret location?â You sassed with a smirk.
âDid you know?â
What the hell kind of a question is that? How were you supposed to respond?
âYou need to be a little more specific than that, Kid.â You remained in the same spot, never opening your eyes to look at the âheroâ as you tried to go back to your own thoughts.
âDid you know about Soldier Boy being my father?â
This is what made you open your eyes. You looked up at the supe who had his hands on his hips, awaiting an answer coming from you.
Ben was Homelanderâs father? How did that happen? And when? It was certainly a sudden shock, one you hadnât anticipated to hear that morning - at least you were assuming it was morning. You were losing your concept of time after being locked up in the same place for so long.
âDo you realize how much of a perv he was back in the day before he and I started getting along? He was the one that started Herogasm remember? You canât honestly believe youâre the only kid he has out there, can you?â You laughed, hiding your surprise.
You wondered if Ben had any idea about this. He couldnât have known, otherwise he wouldnât have been so accepting of the idea of killing Homelander?
âOh please, I was born in â81. You two were close during that time, I know it. So did you fucking know he was my father, or didnât you?â
âI didnât know.â You finally answered after a few moments of silence.
âSo how did you find out? You look equally as shocked.â You said while Homelander ran a hand through his bleached hair.
âI⌠I got a call sometime last night from⌠from him.â
You lifted a brow. Ben called Homelander? He mustâve gotten home and you hoped he got Dan after all. So did Mindstorm break the news to him? Was that the reason Vought took him away from you? Damned them. It was exactly something Vought would do so you couldnât put it past them.
âHe said it was some sort of⌠genetic experiment.â Homelander revealed. You rolled your eyes at the way he seemed so shocked at the news. Was he really that stupid when it came to this organization?
âAre you fucking kidding me? Of course theyâd have genetic experiments. Most heroes donât live that long. Vought mustâve wanted Ben to have some kind of early retirement because they were creating you. Some replacement.â You scoffed.
âOh donât act like you arenât effected by it. Doesnât it bother you that your precious Soldier Boy has a son and it wasnât a result of something from you?â He asked and you rolled your eyes.
âKid. Donât try to use that shit with me.â You scoffed.
âYou think Iâm affected by that? If I was I wouldnât have bothered getting close to him after Liberty, or Crimson Countess. But you? You were nothing but some kid that came out of a damn tube. Youâre nothing but an experiment. You are not Soldier Boyâs son by any long shot, and you likely never will be because he hates pathetic men like you.â
You noticed Homelanderâs eyes glow red at your last comment and you smirked. He wouldnât be so affected by it if it wasnât the truth, âSweetie, if you kill me, your daddyâs gonna gut you like an animal.â
The color of Homelanderâs eyes went back to normal and he looked away from you for a moment. You noticed that he seemed to be having a difficult time wrapping his head around this whole thing. Then he started getting some sort of notification from Ashley and you heard him let out a groan of annoyance.
âFucking Hell!â He exclaimed.
âSomething got your panties in a twist there?â You asked with your head tilted before he looked over at you.
âThis isnât over. Iâll find where Soldier Boy is. And he wonât even know youâre here. Heâll never find you and youâll spend the rest of your days locked up.â He said and he stormed out of the door.
You looked through the glass as Homelander walked off and you looked down at your hand. You flattened it out before slowly turning your hand into a fist and the building started to shake as if you were indirectly trying to tell Homelander he could try to keep you here for a while, but youâd never stay here.
So many things have happened within the last several hours and he didnât know how to think of any of this. Everything felt so complicated.
Mindstorm was finally dead, and Ben was glad to have finally killed that fucker. Yet he still couldnât believe that he was a father. That complicated things immensely, yet a deal was still a deal, right? Then there was the fact that you were missing. Ben was absolutely livid at the very idea that something may have happened to you, and you suddenly became his top priority, no matter the complications and the conflict ion he was feeling about all of this.
After the phone call he made to Homelander, telling him that he was the supeâs father, he had been drinking. He ended the phone call quickly and he knew he was still determined to get you back. He had this gut feeling Homelander was the one that had you. Ironic because you were always so cautious of where he went and who could see him, and you failed to think that you now had a target on your own back.
As Ben stepped out of his room with a little hangover remedy in his hand, he could briefly hear Hughie and Butcher talking about him.
âListen, do you think heâs going to kill his own son? Thatâs a lot to ask of him. No wonder he was so hesitant to tell us after Mindstorm broke the news.â Hughie said.
âWell Homelander ainât really his son. Deep down he knows that. Heâs nothing but a glorified lab experiment.â Butcher said.
Ben clenched down on his jaw. He knew Butcher was right. He had a task to focus on, and he knew you would want him to stay focused. He knew they would have to go to the Vought tower anyway because it was more than likely that Black Noir was there. As he stepped out, he saw Butcher glance over at him.
âMorninâ sunshine.â Butcherâs accent thick as he spoke.
âWeâve got a lot ahead of us. Weâve got to go to the office and get more temp V, then weâll get our asses over to Vought so we can kill two birds with one stone. Then our little team upâs complete.â
âWeâre still searching for Y/N.â Ben corrected sternly.
âWell yeah, of course that too.â Butcher nodded as he put his black coat on.
Ben turned and started heading to the room to grab his shield once more and he downed the rest of that little remedy and he tried to focus. You would want it that way.
He didnât know what Vought was doing to you. Who knew if Vought actually destroyed those records the government had on their experiments with you. You were right, they were all a bunch of liars. No wonder you took to Grace Mallory. But Ben was still worried that maybe now that they had you in their clutches, would Vought really put you through that hell again to find a way to take a heroâs powers?
It was the uncertainty that gave Ben hell. He knew you couldnât be dead. There was no way you could be dead and he had to believe that. But he knew the way Vought treated their heroes, and how their supes treated each other and got away with it. So who knew what Homelander would do to you.
Once Butcher and Hughie were ready to hit the road, Ben walked out of the door with them as he tried to keep his cool. He took the box of those cigarettes Butcher gave him with the weed and he lit one up whenever they got outside.
When they got to the car, Ben decided that heâd lay down and maybe sleep off the headache that was quickly forming. He could feel when the car was stopped and Butcher went to pump gas. The runt went to go to the bathroom and Ben eventually fell asleep.
A few hours later when Ben woke up he realized Butcher was still driving and he noticed Hughie was no longer in the vehicle with them.
OddâŚ
âWhereâs the cockchoker?â He asked as Butcher started to reply.
âAh well, you were right about âim, Mate. At the gas station he took off.â He said and Benâs brows narrowed.
âWe needed him to get to noir.â
âOh I wouldnât worry too much about that one. You said it yourself, Noirâs loyal to Vought so heâll be there and so will Homelander. Two birds with one stone. Allâs well.â
Ben wasnât too sure if he was willing to believe that whole story. He wanted to believe Butcher was right and things would go smoothly, but so far in Benâs life nothing has been smooth sailing. Whether he liked it or not, Ben had a feeling Hughie would go back to his little girlfriend and something could go wrong.
âJust wake me up when we get to New York.â
Ben laid back down and looked at the ceiling of the car but he wasnât sure heâd be going back to sleep so easily. So instead he tried to think of you just as he did when he was in that fucking box in Russia.
He closed his eyes and he could see you in the very cabin you resided on the first night he was able to see you again. He could see you wearing that little necklace he gifted you what felt like eons ago, but you also had a golden band around your finger.
You would be in the kitchen making some sort of dessert and he could see himself walking into the kitchen. Heâd say something a little inappropriate in a joking manner and you would roll your eyes pretending to be disgusted but youâd chuckle nonetheless because you knew his sense of humor.
But then, down the stairs there would be a sound of little feet running down to greet the both of them. A boy, one that looked nothing like Homelander. Instead, this would be the perfect mixture of you and him. And Ben would lift his son up into his arms and let him dip his finger into the batter of whatever dessert you were making despite your protests that your son would spoil his dinner.
Ben would shut you up with a kiss and then heâd make his son promise to eat his supper before heâd take the boy out to the backyard to play some sport whether it was football or baseball since heâd be too young to handle a gun.
It was a perfect life all inside of Benâs mind and he desperately wanted that future. And he would stop at nothing to make sure heâd get you back.
Eventually Ben did finally fall asleep but the nap didnât feel quite long enough, even if it was already dark outside. He didnât realize just how worn out heâd been lately. Ever since he came back heâs been going nonstop to get the revenge he wanted on Payback and now to kill Homelander.
Ben squinted and looked around him, realizing Butcher had already pulled up to a building, likely the one that had his temp V shit. Ben groaned a little as he got out of the car and when Butcher popped the trunk, Ben was able to grab his shield and the two of them walked inside.
âAre you sure youâll be able to do this?â Butcher asked and Ben looked over.
âWhat? Kill Homelander? You said it yourself, heâs not really my son.â Ben said, even if he did have some sort of doubts about it.
Anyway, the two men walked up the stairs and Ben noticed that they seemed to have a good view of everything. Ben noticed a table full of different alcoholic substances and liquors.
âHave at it. Calm before the storm after all.â Butcher said.
Ben glanced over at Butcher but then he shrugged and went ahead and poured himself a drink as well as one for Butcher, who accepted. Then Ben walked out towards the window where he had the view of the Vought tower.
âSupes are nothing but circus monkeys⌠Your little girlfriend was right about that. Iâm glad she went to Mallory in the beginning.â Ben could hear Butcher say, Ben assumed Butcher saw him looking out of the window.
âYou ever seen the Soldier Boy movie?â Ben asked as Butcher was looking at a map of Vought.
âMustâve missed that classic.â Butcher said.
âI guess it is a classic now.â Ben hummed a little.
âItâs about a kid that lived in poorer parts of South Philly.. discoverâs heâs got these super powers to match his little heart of gold. Itâs a load of bullshit. All of it.â Ben said and he sat down.
âMy dad was never poor, hell I even went to boarding school. Got kicked out of boarding school for beinâ a fuck up.â Ben began and Butcher looked over at him.
âMade sure you remembered you were a fuck up, huh? Whatâd he do, beat you to hell?â Ben shook his head.
âCouldnât be bothered by it. Said I was his own personal disappointment. Not a lot I thought I could do about that. As I grew older I realized that I could go to some of his golf friends and they got me into the Vought trials for enlistment. I thought could be my chance at meeting more than just some sort of fuck up to my parents. Vought shot me up with their blue liquid shit and they made me a hero.â
âWhatâd the old man say to that?â
Ben recalled having this similar conversation with you at that New Yearâs party you mentioned in one of your letters. He thought it would get a little easier to talk about and in a way, it was a little easier because now Benâs father was long gone. Itâs not like he had anything to prove to a dead man.
âSaid I took a short cut. That a real man wouldnât have cheated to be a hero.â Ben said as his jaw clenched and he looked down at his drink and cleared his throat.
âNone of the supes are born with their powers, but I guess youâve gathered that already. At first I thought I was doing what was right. Most naive kids do. None of us start off as bad guys.â Ben said before he looked at Butcher again.
âThen one day, when youâve gone to too many parties, done pointless movies, did everything you were asked to do and yet you still donât save as many lives as you hope to save, you realize Vought is all about business and money. Thatâs when you begin to stop giving a fuck, you begin to indulge in the lifestyle of a circus monkey as you call them, because you stop believing in any morals. You stop believing there really is good, and if there is youâve already been so corrupted to the point where you doubt you can spread that goodness. One day you look in the mirror and realize⌠you arenât the man you wanted to be.â
Butcher was quiet for a moment, thinking about his own past. He was always his little brotherâs protector. It was sort of his job in a way until one day he had enough of it. And that would forever be one of the biggest regrets of his life.
âI donât think Homelander had that much of a choice in deciding if he wanted to be a circus monkey or not. The whole world used to look up to him, Hell I even looked up to him at one point. But then one day, it all turned to shit.â Butcher said.
âTrust me, kid. Times are just as complicated and shitty now as they were back in my day. Itâs not easy finding out that a kid you didnât even know you had is Voughtâs most beloved puppet. Itâs harder to see that they couldnât have made him better.â Ben sighed.
âWhat about you? Any kids?â Ben finally asked.
âThatâs a bit of a complicated one too.â Butcher said.
Ben looked down, the news from Mindstorm still eating at his mind. He wasnât sure he wanted to kill his own son. Homelander is the only blood that Ben had left, the only sense of family even if he was just some lab experiment.
âI knew I had a few running around somewhere. Never thought Iâd actually run into one of them. Iâve always wanted them, thought I could do better than my old man.â Ben said.
âIâm pretty sure thatâs either the hope of the parent, or the fear of turning into their parent keeps them from having kids.â Butcher said, knowing his reason was the latter. What happened to Becca was out of his control though.
âBut you have to realize that Homelander isnât yours. You didnât name the lad. You didnât raise him. I know heâs the only blood you got left, Mate, and I know itâs a hard pill to swallow. But Homelander was created in a damned test tube all for the purpose of taking your place. Youâve got to get that through your skull.â Butcher said before he walked over to Ben.
âDonât you realize that Homelander is the very fucking reason Vought left you to rot? Homelander is the very reason the Ivanâs had you, tortured you, burned you. They filled you up with shit you never asked for all because Vought wanted you dead so they could make a way for a guy in a fucking cape. Not to mention the fact the he was probably the one that fucking took Y/N in the first place and now sheâs in that tower going through who fucking knows what.â
Ben went quiet and he tried to think. He knew the reason Butcher was saying all of this was partially because of the deal he made so they could kill Homelander. But he tried to think of what you would have said in that moment.
You knew him better than anyone, and he knew you were so against Vought and all of their bullshit. Would you have said the same thing if you were in Butcherâs shoes?
âIâm going to get some air.â Ben said and he set the glass down and walked out of the front door.
After a few moments, Ben thought he could hear something. This time he wasnât hearing things in his mind from the PTSD or whatever the fuck Hughie called it. He knew what he heard.
So Ben walked back in the building and as he made his way up the stairs and back to the office, he could hear two girls fighting. Something about killing Homelander and doing whatever it takes. Homelander mustâve been a piece of work if so many people wanted him dead. That was honestly⌠disheartening at best. Maybe even a bitâŚ
Disappointing.
âI donât want to hurt you.â Some red headed notch in civilian clothes said and Ben lifted a brow.
âNo, but I will.â Ben said, truly not giving a fuck about who came to the office.
âYou heard âhim, Lad. Get in the safe.â Butcher said and looked at Hughie.
Ben took a glance at some guy who was glaring at him like he wanted to skin Ben alive personally. It wasnât the first time Ben had ever gotten that look and he knew it wouldnât be the last time.
Once everyone was in the safe, Ben started walking out of the door so he could go to Vought. Then he realized that Butcher was trying to stop him.
âHey. You ready for this?â Butcher asked and Ben hummed a little.
âAs ready as Iâll ever be.â Ben said and they started making their way to the tower.
When they made it to the tower, Ben Butcher and who he now knew was Queen Maeve, wouldnât be expecting the incoming trouble from Hughie, Starlight and the others in the group.
Although it was getting to the point where Ben knew he shouldnât take things at face value with this group. He wouldnât be surprised if the blonde one figured out a way to break out of the damned safe, or any of them for that matter. He learned after his experience with Payback not to underestimate anyone.
Once Ben and Butcher made it to some sort of office, he heard the two of them exchange a little small talk. Something about scorching the earth. He didnât know and didnât really give a ratâs ass to know what they were talking about.
âWhereâs Noir?â He asked sternly.
âDead. He⌠didnât tell me about you. Dishonesty is.. is something I just canât tolerate. Queen Maeve there, she knows all about that.â Homelander said and motioned to the redhead
âAnd whereâs Y/N?â
âHow should I know anything about her? She was the one attached to you by the hip, wasnât she?â The Supe asked.
âI just want to talk⌠Thatâs all.â Ben didnât budge or initiate the fight. Neither did Butcher or Maeve.
âBesides, we could never be a family with her. I know you and I want the very same thing. Our teams never gave us that. Instead, every one of them stabbed us in the back. Sooner or later, Y/N will stab you in the back too.â Homelander said and Ben wasnât sure how he should feel about that statement. Homelander didnât know anything about you.
âIt could be just you and I against the world. We would be an unstoppable duo. Both of us are practically unkillable. We could bring Vought back to its former glory. Just you and me.â
Ben thought about it before he looked over. Then he started walking over, âThe only people that could kill us is each other. How would that end?â
âIt wouldnât happen. And what would even make you say that? Him?â Homelander motioned to Butcher. âHeâs nothing but human. Flawed. He doesât stand a chance against us, no one does.â
âDonât listen to that bloody lab rat. Heâs trying to twist your mind around.â Butcher said, trying to interfere.
âRemember, heâs not your real son.â
âYes I am! I am your son! Iâm your blood! Thatâs all that matters in the end, doesnât it?â
Ben stood silently as Homelander than motioned for a little boy to come to his side. He looked exactly like Homelander, a spitting image really. âThis is Ryan. My son. Your grandson.â
Grandson? He was a grandfather too?
Everything Ben had ever wanted was right fucking here in front of him, minus you of course. That was the only issue with this revelation of family. You had no part in it.
âHi Grandpa.â
Those simple two words made Ben lean back, stunned really since he had never thought he would even hear those words in his life. Let alone a simple âhi dad.â
Butcherâs words continued to echo in Benâs mind. Homelander was nothing but a lab rat, an experiment that came from a tube. He had no bond with this man, he had no bond with his son either. He was just another supe and some random brat. But he canât completely ignore the shared blood in their veins. How could he?
âWeâre all any of us ever needs. Weâre a family just the three of us. We can raise Ryan here to be a better hero than the both of us combined so he could take our mantle one day.â
But this very man, this pathetic piece of shit that was the one that had the audacity to take you away from him. The only woman that ever loved him for what he truly was, despite his own imperfections and disappointing qualities. You loved him for who he was. And Homelander took you from him.
Ben walked over to Homelander before he spoke again, âItâs a shame to know that Iâve missed⌠so much.â
He could see the hope on Homelanderâs face. He really thought Ben was going to give him some sort of approving speech, but Ben had to face the truth of what his son really was.
âI wish I could have raised you. Father to son. I could have raised you to be a better man so you could be a better example for your own sonâŚâ Ben said as he placed a hand on his own sonâs shoulder.
âBut instead youâre this⌠this⌠weak, sniffling, attention starved cunt that wants everyoneâs approval.â
âWeak? But⌠But Iâm you.â
Benâs lips pressed into a thin line. Homelander was right. He was Ben, all of the parts of Ben he wished he never had to deal with, âI know⌠Youâre a fucking disappointment. One who took away Y/N, and thatâs something I just canât move on from.â
Suddenly, Benâs hand was attached to Homelanderâs jaw as he intended to break it, but the fucking brat tried to push Ben away. Quake and Butcher both held Homelander still as Ben focused every ounce of his energy into his chest so he could use it to finally kill Homelander.
Butcher tried to tell the brat to move, but suddenly, two little red lasers shot from the kidâs eyes as Benâs chest began to glow. It threw Ben through the glass and against the wall, clearly taking him off guard. What the hell just happened?
Ben slowly got up with a grunt and dusted himself off from the glass. As Homelander was telling Ryan to go upstairs, Ben used his shield to shove the kid into the bookcase.
âLittle Shit. Must take after his old man.â Ben said and rubbed his jaw. Then he started to let the energy in his chest begin to glow again while the hero was tending to the brat. This was the moment now that Homelander was distracted. He could take him down as well at the little runt that was getting in his way.
That was when tables started to turn, Butcherâs eyes began to glow too with the temp V still in his system. Ben lifted his shield to block Butcherâs attack and he peered over the shield. Ben was at a loss for words. After all that talk about âa dealâs a dealâ this was a change. Didnât Butcher want the bastard dead?
He didnât have time to ask many questions before the fight insued between him and Butcher, eventually Homelander joined in too.
You had been hearing rumors that Maeve escaped. So Starlight was right after all about Homelander doing something with her. You knew Homelander mustâve been pissed when he found out that information. You wondered just how much his world was beginning to fall apart all around him.
Suddenly, all of the lights seemed to go red. A lot of people were beginning to panic and the doors of these cells were opened. You were freed! But why? What the Hell was happening? There was only one solution you could possibly come up with.
Soldier Boy.
You quickly got up and you saw all of the prisoners Vought had contained were escaping. You followed all of them, the flow of the crowd seemed to be evacuating the building.
âWhatâs going on? Why are we running?â you asked one of the lower workers.
âThereâs an attack on the tower. Soldier Boyâs real and heâs going to kill all of us! Heâs with that Butcher guy Homelander hates so much.â Someone said and you stopped in your tracks as everyone else ran out of the door.
You bit your lip as you tried to think hard of where Soldier Boy and the others could be. Homelander mustâve known Ben was there by now, what if things turned sideways again like they did in Vermont? You ran past the meeting hall but you had to do a double take. That was when you noticed that Black Noir was dead.
Your eyes widened because you knew Ben was at the last name on his list. And what if Starlight made her way back to the tower? What if she convinced the rest of Butcherâs team to put an end to Ben?
You didnât want to think of that outcome but you could feel all of the adrenaline rushing through your veins.
You had to think fast and you started making your way up to the very top of the tower, deciding to use the stairs since the elevator mustâve been occupied by everyone trying to rush to the lobby from whatever floor they were on so they could rush inside.
You were suddenly held back by two people who made you stop running and when you looked over you saw that it was both Hughie and Starlight.
That was when your worst fears were becoming realized.
âHughie?! What the Hell?!â You questioned.
âWe have to kill him, Quake. Heâs dangerous and heâs going to kill so many people! You saw what he did in Vermont.â Hughie said and you glared at him before you fought your way out of his grasp since you could tell he was surprisingly not on the temp V shit.
Then there was starlight and you saw her eyes were starting to glow and your eyes narrowed as you took a hold of her hands, gripped them as tightly as you could and you twisted her wrists, successfully breaking the both of them and you could hear her cry out in agony. She wasnât the only supe in the room after all. The yellow glow went out of her eyes and you lifted your leg, kicking her to a wall.
Then you marched over and hovered above the ignorant blonde.
âWhere the fuck is he?â
âH-Heâs with Butcher. Heâs going to kill Homelander and anyone else within a hundred foot radius of here. We have to stop him.â Annie said, looking up at you with pleading eyes as if she was begging you to listen.
âWhat exactly were you going to do with him. What weakness did you find.â You said with a certain darkness in your voice.
âI canât tell you that.â She said and you wrapped your hands around your throat.
âListen, Little Girl. At this point, Homelander is the least of your worries,â You tightened your grip on her throat, âif you donât tell me what the fuck you found out, I will kill you, MM, Frenchie, Butcher, Hughie, mmm⌠I will kill anyone youâve ever cared about if you dare take him from me again.â
âV-Vapor. F-Frenchie said it was a vapor that could weaken Soldier Boy. Some kind of toxin.â
âWhat was the name of the toxin?â
âI-I donât remember.â
âYouâve learned to lie well. What the fuck is the name of the toxin?â
âN-Novichok! I-It knocks him out and puts him to sleep. L-Like an anesthesia. I-It wonât kill him but itâll give us time to evacuate these people.â Starlight said.
You heard the name and you thought youâve heard that name before. You recalled it was a theory you had in one of your papers when you were trying to think of what could have possibly happened to weaken Soldier Boy and taken him away. You didnât think something like that could be true. For you it was pure speculation, a long shot.
âTry to stop me and Iâll break your fucking neck.â You seethed before you threw Annie next to Hughie before you started running up the stairs as fast as you could to get to Ben and Butcher before anything disaster out happens.
Unfortunately, you realized you were too late. Not only was Homelander fighting Ben, but so was Butcher. MM made it too and so did Kimiko. Kimiko was trying to fight Ben with hand-to-hand combat and she was starting to fail miserably. MM was using some big looking gun to shoot Ben, but obviously it wasnât working. Butcher and Homelander were using their powers to try and fight him off.
Your eyes widened the very moment you saw Benâs shield break into pieces. You knew this was serious and things werenât looking good.
You raised your hands and the building started to shake as you started to use the material, the concrete of the building and you took chunks of it and you started to throw it at Homelander and Butcher.
Ben saw concrete and pieces of the building began to fly and he saw you there. You were alive, and you were there! But the very moment that he was distracted, he felt multiple people tackling him and they put some kind of mask on him. He was all to familiar with what was in the canister and he was instantly starting to feel weak.
âNo. Iâm not.. going back.. In that fucking box!â
He started absorbing so much more energy and they were finally starting to back off, but this time Ben couldnât hold back the energy and it needed to go somewhere. The upcoming blast was too intense and he didnât even realize that someone was knocking him out some window nearby. The next thing he knew, the blast engulfed him and whoever pushed him out.
âNO!â You exclaimed when you saw the man you loved was pushed out of the window.
Your heart was racing so fast, you felt so much more adrenaline course through your veins than you had in a very, very long time.
You stood up and you saw the way Butcher, Hughie, everyone in the room was looking at you and none of them knew what to do next, but Butcher and Homelander were the first to use their eyes on you, only for you to shift the floor in the building and rotate them to where the two were facing each other and attack one another.
MM tried to use the gun on you and the bullets did hurt sure, but theyâd do nothing more than leave bruises on your skin. You took a chunk of the concrete in the wall and used it to knock MM across the room and send him flying. You knew it knocked him out but honestly, you didnât really care.
Kimiko tried to come at you and you took the same chunk of the building that knocked out MM and you used it to knock out Kimiko and shoved her through the same hole in the glass wall that Ben was pushed out of.
You were already starting to feel dizzy from using your powers this much, but you couldnât stand by this any longer. All of them ruined your life.
They came to your home, brought you out of hiding and Homelander found you making it to where you had to leave. Then when Ben came back, you couldnât even have him for long before they tried to kill him all over again.
And you were done with all of it.
Your eyes darkened and you used all of the strength you had left and you turned both your hands into fists, raising up in the air. Then with all of the force you had in you, you slammed your fists to the ground.
The entire building started to shake, dust and rubble fell from the ceiling. Then the entire building seemed to drop a layer or three. Everyone started to scramble to their feet and try to find the quickest ways out of the building but you knew it would be too late for a lot of them, the ones that didnât have V in them anyway.
You did the same motion again with your fists, bringing even more of the building down. Homelander took Ryan and fled from the building, Butcher mustâve still had V in him because you could see him trying to shield MM. But you knew he didnât have much left in him.
With one more ground breaking smash, the entire building rumbled and it started to lose its foundations, the integrity of the building was now compromised and before you knew itâŚ. The ceiling was falling of all of your heads.
What felt like hours later, you were covered in dust and you were coughing up some blood. You were surprised you were even awake with the amount of rubble that was on top of you. You should have been crushed. You managed to open your eyes and you realized you were unharmed. But the Vought tower was finally brought to its knees. Theyâd lose everything.
You used whatever was left in your strength to climb your way out of the rubble and when you looked around, you saw that there were ambulances all around. You realized that you used a little too much power and Vought wasnât the only building you took down. People mustâve been caught in the crossfire.
You were lucky you were covered in white dust, otherwise some news reporters may have recognized you. Some of the paramedics were taking some people out of the rubble, you didnât care to see who made it and who didnât.
You started to look around the rubble, no one would really question it because they were all looking for loved ones. You were doing everything you could to find any sign of Soldier Boy. He had to be around somewhere. He had to be okay. There was no way a building killed him, so he had to be here, right?
Instead, you found nothing. You couldnât find Ben anywhere. You didnât know if he walked out of this play or if he had the Novichok in his system and he was still knocked out and someone took him. You didnât know if the energy blast knocked him out because of how much was pent up in him and he hadnât come to just yet.
You dashed into the shadows, knowing you had a new task at handâŚ
Find Ben.
No matter what it took, no matter if youâd end up crushing every singly building or destroying every city and killing yourself in the process⌠you would stop at nothing to find Ben and get him out of the clutches of whoever took him.
