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SUMMARY trying to find a balance between fighting to rebuild trust with the Pogues and navigating your and Rafe’s relationship through rehab and therapy was hard, but definitely not impossible.
NOTES hi, my loves. this is the final part of the series !! i know the ending is pretty short, i mean i could’ve aimed for more drama but atp i just wanted to end it and not make it too long. i’ll still continue to write one shots or blurbs with lovely!kook!reader x rafe or x jj, so feel free to send in requests! i still have so many ideas to add to their trope and things that happened in my og fic, that i would wanna write about! thank u for ur support on this series <3 love u all.
The days that followed were anything but easy. You knew you had to make things right, not just for yourself but for the Pogues—the family you had found when your world was about to crumble again. You had hurt them by going back to the boy who had caused so much chaos in their lives, and you couldn’t deny that. But you were willing to put in the work to make things right. And for Rafe, the boy who was doing everything he could to pull himself out of the darkness, not just for you but for himself too.
Rafe definitely surprised you with his willingness to help. One evening, as you sat on your yacht under the stars, he broke the silence. “You’re going to need them,” he said softly. “Even if they hate me forever, they’re your family. Don’t let me ruin that for you.”
You looked at him, your chest tightening. Rafe had always been possessive, a habit born from his insecurities and the chaos of his life. But now, for the first time, he seemed to understand that loving you also meant giving you the space to maintain your relationships with the Pogues—even if it meant stepping into hostile territory himself.
The following week, Rafe made the first move. He approached Sarah, knowing her support might be the key to breaking through the wall of distrust. Their conversation wasn’t easy—Sarah didn’t hold back, unloading years of frustration and anger over how he’d hurt you and put her friends in danger. But Rafe listened. He didn’t argue or freak out on her. He simply admitted his mistakes and told her, “I know I’ve been a mess. But I’m doing this for real now. For y/n.”
Sarah was hesitant at first, but then she saw the sincerity in his words, hoping that you two could go back to better days. She didn’t fully forgive him, but she was willing to give him a chance.
Meanwhile, you worked hard to repair your own bonds with the Pogues. You apologized, not just with words but with actions. You showed them that, while you had chosen Rafe, you still valued your friendship and wanted them in your life.
At first, it felt impossible. JJ wouldn’t even look at you when you crossed paths. Kiara’s sharp comments left you swallowing back tears, and Pope’s cold detachment stung worse than you cared to admit. Even John B, who usually stayed out of the group’s drama, avoided you, choosing to focus on Sarah whenever you were around.
But you were determined. You started small—bringing homemade smoothies to the Chateau when you stopped by, volunteering to help with some chores around the boat or the house. You didn’t force yourself on them, instead quietly making an effort to show you still cared. Progress came in small moments, but it did and that mattered. Pope gave you a hesitant smile after you had helped him with one of his projects. Kie, after a long day of cleaning up the beach, grumbled, “You’re lucky you’re good with a shovel,” but there was a hint of humor in her tone. Even JJ, though still guarded, began to soften ever so slightly.
And during all of that, Rafe was doing his part too. After years of chaos and self-destruction, he was taking real steps toward change. He started therapy and signed up for an outpatient rehab program. The process was grueling, both for you and him. Some nights, Rafe would break down, the weight of his past choices and the temptation to fall back into old habits pressing down on him. You would sit beside him, holding his hand, whispering words of encouragement even when your own heart ached from seeing him in pain.
Of course there were hardships. Rafe’s temper flared now and then, especially when he felt judged or cornered. One argument left you in tears, Rafe storming out of the house, leaving you questioning if you could ever really make this work. But when he returned, his eyes were red-rimmed, and he broke down in your arms, admitting, “I don’t know if I can do this.”
But you held him, whispering, “We’ll figure it out together. I’m not going anywhere.” You knew love wasn’t always enough—it took effort, patience, mutual understanding. So every setback became an opportunity for growth, and every fight ended with a renewed commitment to each other. Slowly but surely, you two learned how to communicate, how to trust, and how to support one another through your struggles.
Your relationship with the Pogues also began to heal little by little every day. Sarah continued to be your biggest supporter, reminding the group of the good in you and how being with Rafe didn’t mean that you’d end up with a broken heart again. She had a feeling that it could really work this time. Pope warmed up to you quicker than expected, often chatting with you about his plans for the future. Kie was slower to come around, but even she began to see that you wasn’t the same person who had turned your back on them.
Yet the group’s acceptance of Rafe was a slower process. While they acknowledged his efforts, years of bad blood couldn’t be erased overnight. John B kept his distance, and JJ remained suspicious of him, but there were moments—however small—that hinted at progress. One day, Rafe joined them on a fishing trip, an awkward but surprisingly pleasant outing that ended with JJ teasingly saying, “At least you didn’t ruin the catch.”
For you, these moments were enough. You didn’t expect things to go back to how they were, but seeing your two worlds start to blend, however imperfectly, gave you hope.
Things really started to look great. Rafe stayed committed to his recovery, leaning on you and his therapy sessions to keep him grounded. He surprised you one day by attending one of Pope’s academic presentations, sitting quietly in the back and congratulating him afterward. Pope didn’t say much, but the look of surprise on his face was enough to give you the confidence that they could do it this time.
In the end, it wasn’t about perfection or erasing the past. It was about moving forward—together. You and Rafe were building something new, something stronger, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be, surrounded by the people you loved so deeply.
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warnings: heavy tension, mention of guns, dean being cocky, explicit language, lowkey a lil angsty, maybe fluff (?)
Dean moved carefully through the forest, keeping his steps light, always on high alert for any signs of the werewolf pack they were hunting. The brothers had tracked the attacks to this abandoned barn in the middle of nowhere. It was the perfect hideout—isolated, hidden deep in the woods, far enough from any town that no one would hear the screams. His grip tightened on the silver knife in his hand, they were close now.
He glanced over his shoulder to make sure Sam wasn't too far behind. They had split up to cover more ground, but something about this hunt felt off. He couldn't shake the feeling that they weren't the only ones out here tonight.
That feeling was confirmed when he heard the faint rustle in the bushes ahead. Instinctively, Dean tensed, his body ready for a fight as he inched closer to the noise. He barely had time to react before something lunged at him, slamming him back against a tree with a force that knocked the breath from his lungs.
Before he could get a grip on what was happening, he felt cold steel press into his chest, and a fierce hand gripping his throat. Whoever had him pinned was strong and definitely a combat master. And as his eyes adjusted to the shadows, he recognized the face glaring up at him.
"y/n?"
His voice came out rough, startled. It had been years since he'd seen you—his ex, the one who'd walked out of his life after you’d both decided your worlds were too dangerous to pull love and feelings into the mix. The one who never left his mind, no matter how much time passed.
You blinked, shock flashing in your eyes before it hardened into something more familiar. You stepped back, releasing him, but the gun stayed firmly in your grip, aimed at him as you spoke. "What the hell are you doing here, Dean?"
Of all people to run into on this hunt, it had to be him. It was like the universe was playing some kind of sick joke on you. You hadn't seen Dean in years, not since you both decided to go separate ways. Too much baggage, too much history. You had moved on. At least, that's what you kept telling yourself.
He rubbed his neck, a small smirk tugging at his lips despite the fact that you had nearly taken him out. "Nice to see you too, y/n. Still got that charming bedside manner, huh?"
Your eyes were cold, all business, just like you had been when you first met on a hunt years ago. You hadn't changed much—still fierce, still sharp, still... fucking beautiful. The moonlight highlighted the determination on your face, and for a second, Dean almost forgot where you two were.
"I nearly shot you," you said frustrated, trying to get rid of the thought of almost killing your ex boyfriend. Dean shrugged, his smirk fading as he let out a breath. "Wouldn't be the first time."
Your jaw clenched, and he could see the wheels turning in your head. He didn't know whether you were more annoyed that he was here or that he'd caught you off guard. Definitely both.
"This is my hunt," you snapped, eyes narrowing at him. "I've been tracking this pack for weeks.", "Yeah, well, so have we," Dean replied, meeting your glare. "Sam and I are here to take them out. Same mission, different day."
Your eyes flashed with anger, and for a second, Dean thought you might shove him back against the tree again. You had always been like this—stubborn, independent, never one to back down. It was one of the things that had drawn him to you in the first place, even if it was also the reason you couldn't make it work. You were too much alike, both hunters, both living lives that didn't leave room for anything or anyone else.
You stepped back, shaking your head. "I don't need your help, Dean. I've got this." Dean crossed his arms, his expression serious now. "Really? You're gonna take on a whole werewolf pack by yourself?"
You glared at him, and he could tell you weren’t in the mood for his questions. But he wasn't about to let you get yourself killed, even if you wanted to do this alone. There were too many of them—he and Sam had already counted at least five, maybe more, and even someone as tough as you couldn't take on that many without backup.
"Look," he said, trying to keep his voice calm, "I know you don't want me here, but we're on the same hunt. Let's take these bastards out together, and then you can go back to pretending I don't exist."
You scoffed, your grip tightening on your gun while you rolled your eyes at him. You didn't need anyone else. You had always worked best alone, and you weren’t about to let anything—or anyone—get in your way. Dean's temper flared for a second, but he held it back. "Look, I'm here to finish the job. That’s it.”
You both stood there, staring each other down, the tension between you thick. It was the same as it had always been, that push and pull that had kept you together—and tore you apart in the end. Eventually you gave in, at least it would be quicker this way, right?
Dean couldn't stop himself from watching you as you approached the barn. You moved like a shadow, silent and sharp, every step calculated, your eyes scanning the area like a hawk. You were damn good—one of the best hunters he knew. But that didn't make him worry any less. The werewolf pack all of you were up against wasn't just dangerous—it was reckless, and there were too many variables that could go wrong. Dean knew that better than anyone.
You had always been independent, always insisted on doing things your way, and normally, Dean respected that. Hell, he admired it. Yet he couldn't shake the knot of worry tightening in his chest.
It felt like old times, like you were slipping back into the partnership you used to have, it was like no time had passed at all. You still got under his skin, still made his heart race in ways he didn't want to admit. And as much as he tried to focus on the hunt, on the job, he couldn't ignore the pull he still felt toward you.
There was unfinished business between you two—there always had been. And deep down, Dean knew that no matter how hard he tried to move on, some part of him would always be tied to you. You weren’t just part of his past. You were part of who he was, whether he liked it or not and he had to keep you safe.
Dean glanced over at you, his jaw tight. "Get behind me." You shot him a look, the fire in your eyes flickering to life. "I don't need you to babysit me, Dean. I've got this." He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his voice steady, but the frustration was bubbling up inside him. "I'm not babysitting you. I just don't want you to get yourself killed." You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him. "You don't think I can handle it?"
"That's not what I'm saying," Dean growled, stepping closer. "I know you can handle it, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna stand here and watch you get torn apart." Your eyes flared with anger. "I don't need your protection."
“y/n I just want yo-“ he started, wanting to explain himself, yet you couldn’t help the frustration growing inside you. You always hated when he got too protective. For some it may seem caring and sweet, which it definitely was, but it made you feel weak, like Dean didn’t trust you. So before he could finish his sentence, you turned on him, shoving him hard against the nearest tree. He stumbled back, surprised, but he didn't resist.
Your arm was pressed against his chest, face just inches apart. "I've been doing this a long time," you hissed, voice low and dangerous. "I don't need you swooping in like some knight in shining armor. I'm not the damsel here, Dean." His lips curved into a smirk, the familiar cocky grin he knew would rile you up even more. "Never said you were, sweetheart. But if you wanted to get rough, all you had to do was ask."
Your eyes narrowed, he was so annoyingly attractive like this. Dean could feel the heat between the two of you rising, the space between you growing smaller, charged with a tension that had been brewing for years. You were still pressed against him, body close enough that he could feel the warmth of you against his chest.
"Don't start with me, Dean," you warned, but your voice had softened, just a fraction. Dean leaned in slightly, his grin still in place. "Who's starting? I'm just trying to be helpful."
You faltered for a split second, and Dean saw it—the brief flash of confusion in your eyes, the way your breath caught in your throat. You felt your pulse quicken, not from the argument, but from the way he was looking at you. That look—the one that always tore down your walls, no matter how hard you fought to keep them up. You hated that about him. Hated how, despite everything that had happened between you, despite how far you had come on your own, he still had this hold over you.
Your grip on his shirt loosened just enough that he could feel the tension in you melting away, little by little. For a moment, you stood there, locked in place, the world around you already forgotten. Dean's eyes flicked down to your lips, and for a split second, he wondered if maybe—just maybe—they could pick up where you two left off, despite everything that had happened.
His eyes pierced yours as you tried to remind yourself of the reasons the two of you didn't work, the reasons you had left. Dean was trouble. He was chaos. But when his eyes had flicked to your lips, every rational thought disappeared. It was like all those years apart hadn't changed anything. You still wanted him, still felt that magnetic pull whenever you two were close like this.
Your breath hitched, and you leaned in, your lips barely an inch from his. The heat between you was undeniable now, thick and electric, pulling both of you closer. Dean could feel his heart pounding in his chest, everything else fading into the background. It was just you and him, like it always had been. But just as you were about to cross that line, a voice cut through the tension like a blade. "Uh, Dean?"
You two immediately jerked apart, snapping back to reality as Sam emerged from the shadows, his face a mix of shock and confusion. His eyes darted between you two, lingering on your form, and the look on his face said it all—he hadn't expected to see you, not after all these years.
"y/n?" Sam's voice was thick with surprise, his brows raised. "What are you doing here?" You quickly pulled yourself together, straightening your stance as you brushed off the tension that had almost swallowed you whole. "Just... hunting," you said coolly, but your voice wavered just enough that you could tell Dean noticed.
Dean cleared his throat, trying to shake off the heat still coursing through him. He shot a quick glance at you, walls back up in an instant. You kept your face neutral, but inside, you were cursing yourself for almost letting it happen. You had almost kissed him. After everything, after all the time you spent trying to move on, you had almost let yourself fall back into Dean’s orbit.
Sam's eyes flicked to his brother, and Dean could see the question there, unspoken but loud. He didn't have an answer for him—not right now. All he knew was that something between you and him had shifted, and no matter how hard you both tried to deny it, you couldn't go back to pretending like nothing had happened.
SUMMARY facing the gut-wrenching truth, you plan to end your sweet romance with the pogue boy, knowing your heart still belongs to rafe. torn between love and loyalty, you are left questioning if your choices will cost you the family you have found—or if you can make things right this time.
As you made your way up the driveway of the chateau, your heart felt so heavy. You had spent the entire night thinking about what you needed to say, and it made you feel sick. You knew this conversation with JJ would be one of the hardest you’d ever have, but it was something you couldn’t put off any longer. Your fling with the pogue boy had been fun, thrilling even, but it wasn’t fair to keep pretending. You had made your choice, and it wasn’t him.
The sound of distant laughter drifted from the porch—Pope, Kie, and John B were gathered outside, sitting on the stairs and chatting. They were your people, your family. You didn’t want to hurt JJ, or the balance of your group. But hiding the truth would only make things worse.
You prepared yourself and took a deep breath, forcing a sweet smile as you approached the group. “Hey, y/n,” Kie greeted warmly, her smile bright, but it faltered immediately when she saw the serious look on your face.
“Hey, guys. Is JJ inside?” You asked, trying to keep your voice even. The group exchanged glances, sensing the tension. Pope raised a brow but kept quiet, while Kie nudged Sarah with her elbow. Sarah, knowing exactly what was about to happen, avoided your gaze.
John B gestured over his shoulder. “Nah, he’s down by the dock, messing with the boat. Everything okay?” You nodded quickly, not trusting yourself to say more, and started toward the dock. The wooden planks creaked under your feet as you spotted JJ crouched over the boat’s engine, his blonde hair ruffled by the breeze.
He had been your lifeline when you felt like you were drowning. JJ was everything you hadn’t realized you needed—steady in his own chaotic way, protective, selfless, and so damn genuine. When everything felt like breaking down, he had held you together without even knowing it, and now you were the one to tear him apart.
“Jay?” You called softly. He looked up, his face lighting up at the sight of you. He was in such a good mood, completely unaware of what was about to happen. “What’s up, gorgeous?” he asked, standing and wiping his hands on his shorts before pulling you into a hug.
You hesitated for a moment, closing your eyes and breathing out before pulling away, the words you’d rehearsed stuck in your throat. “We need to talk,” you finally said, voice quiet but firm. JJ’s smile faded, a weird twisted feeling spreading through his body.
“Oh, that doesn’t sound good,” he said, his tone shifting to something more cautious. “What’s going on?” You took a step closer, crossing your arms. “I—I came to tell you that… we can’t keep doing this.” JJ’s brows furrowed. “Doing what?”
“Us,” you clarified. “I shouldn’t have started anything with you,” you began, voice cracking slightly. “I wasn’t in a good place, and I thought maybe… being with you would help me figure things out. But it didn’t.” JJ’s jaw tightened. “What are you trying to say, y/n? Just spit it out.”
“I’m saying that I made a mistake,” you admitted, tears threatening to spill. “And it’s not because of you. You’re amazing, JJ. You deserve someone who’s all in, and I’m not. I can’t be.” His expression darkened, the realization hitting him. “This is about Rafe, isn’t it?”
You flinched at the bitterness in his voice but nodded. “yea..I didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did. And I can’t lie to you about it.” JJ stepped back, running a hand through his hair. “Are you serious right now?” he said, his voice rising. “Jay, I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I just—”
“Cut the bullshit” he interrupted, his voice rising. “What the hell was all of this then? Why did you let me fall for you if you were just gonna run back to him?” he let out a bitter laugh. “JJ, it wasn’t like that,” you pleaded, “I care about you so much, but Rafe… He’s—”
“He’s Rafe,” JJ snapped, cutting you off again. “The guy who’s hurt you more times than I can count. The guy who’s dragged you into shit you never should’ve been in. But sure, he’s different.” You flinched at his words but pushed on. “You don’t understand—”
“Then why are you choosing him?” JJ shouted, his voice cracking “It’s not about choosing him over you,” you said, your voice shaking. “It’s about me being honest about what I feel. And I care about him. I want to help him. I’m sorry, JJ, I really am.”
JJ was still in disbelief, shaking his head. “You don’t get it, do you? Rafe isn’t some broken bird you can fix, y/n. He’s a freaking train wreck, and he’s going to drag you down with him.” Your throat tightened, and you looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “I love him Jay,” you whispered.
JJ let out a frustrated groan, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “You know what? Fine. Go be with him. But don’t expect me to just sit around and watch you destroy yourself again.”
“Please, don’t do this,” you begged but in vain. He shook his head, stepping past you toward the chateau. “If you’re with him, you’re not with us. You can’t have it both ways, kook princess.” His words cut deep, and before you could stop him, he stormed up the path toward the house. You followed, heart pounding, trying to do anything to stop him, but he was too fast.
The moment JJ stormed inside the Chateau, the tension in the air became suffocating. His heavy footsteps echoed through the house, followed by the sound of a door slamming shut. You stood frozen on the porch, staring after him, tears pooling in your eyes. It all felt so surreal.
“What the hell just happened?” Kiara’s sharp voice cut through the silence, pulling you back to reality. You turned, stomach twisting at the fire in Kie’s eyes. The rest of the Pogues were also staring at you now, their confusion and unease quickly turning into suspicion.
“JJ looked like he got hit by a truck,” Kie continued, stepping closer. “What did you say to him?” You swallowed hard, hands trembling as you tried to steady yourself. “I… I told him the truth,” you said quietly, voice barely audible.
“The truth about what?” Kie demanded, her tone growing sharper with each word. You hesitated, glancing at Sarah, who looked away, confirming that she’d already pieced it together. “I told him that I’m back with Rafe,” you finally admitted, voice shaking.
The silence that followed was deafening. Pope’s jaw dropped slightly, and Kie’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re what?” Kie snapped, her voice rising. “Please tell me you’re joking.” You shook your head, throat tightening. “I’m not. I know it sounds crazy, but—”
“Crazy?” Kie interrupted, her face twisting with anger. “It doesn’t just sound crazy—it is crazy! Rafe is a psycho! He’s hurt all of us! He’s hurt you! And now you’re just running back to him like none of it ever happened?”
“I’m not running back to him!” You protested, “It’s not like that. He’s trying to change—”, “Oh, spare me the redemption arc,” Kie spat, crossing her arms. “Do you even hear yourself right now? You’re literally defending him!”
Pope, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke, his tone cold and distant. “JJ really liked you, y/n. And you just broke his heart—for Rafe? Do you have any idea what that means for him? For us?”
Your tears spilled over as you tried to explain. “I didn’t mean to hurt him,” you said, voice trembling. “I care about JJ, I really do. But my feelings for Rafe—they’re… complicated. I can’t just turn them off.”
“Complicated?” Kie echoed, her voice dripping with disbelief. “Yeah, well, you just made things complicated for all of us. Maybe you should just leave,” she added coldly before running after JJ.
The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Your chest tightened, and you took a shaky step back. The rejection was too much, the pain too overwhelming. Without another word, you turned and walked away, the sound of your sobs fading as you disappeared into the Cut.
“y/n, wait!” Sarah called out, chasing after you, but you just ran. She found you sitting on the edge of an abandoned house about ten minutes later, knees pulled to your chest as you sobbed into your arms. Sarah approached cautiously, lowering herself to sit beside you. “Hey,” she said softly. “It’s okay. Just breathe.”
You shook your head, voice muffled by your arms. “It’s not okay. They hate me. JJ hates me. And maybe they’re right. Maybe i can’t be with Rafe and a pogue.” Sarah sighed, placing a comforting hand on your back. “They don’t hate you,” she said gently. “They’re just hurt. JJ especially. But they’ll come around. They just need time.”
“I didn’t want to lose them,” you said, your voice breaking. “You’re not going to lose them,” Sarah assured you. “But you have to understand where they’re coming from. My brother hasn’t exactly been a saint, and we’ve been through a lot because of him. So have you.”
You lifted your head, your tear-streaked face illuminated by the moonlight. You thought about how JJ had never once judged you, even when you showed him the ugliest parts of yourself. He saw through your walls and defenses.
The memories flashed through your mind: late-night drives on his dirt bike, the warmth of his arms wrapped around you as you sat around the fire, the sound of his voice telling you that you deserved better than the chaos you had known for so long. JJ had been your refuge, your sunshine after the storm. And you had hurt him.
Your heart clenched at the thought of his face when you told him about Rafe—the disbelief, the pain, the anger. JJ deserved so much better than what you were giving him. You hated yourself for letting things get to this point, for dragging him into your messy, broken world when he had only ever wanted to help.. “Do you think I’m making a mistake?” You asked Sarah after a while. She hesitated, choosing her words carefully.
“I think it’s your life, y/n. Your choice. You chose Rafe, so now you need to be prepared for the consequences. The Pogues aren’t going to understand right away. They might not ever fully accept it. But if Rafe is who you want, then you need to own that decision.” You nodded, sniffling, “I just wish it didn’t have to be like this.”
“I know,” Sarah said, pulling you into a hug. “But you’re strong. You’ll get through this. And I’ll be here for you, no matter what.” As you leaned into Sarah’s embrace, the weight of your choices settled heavily on her shoulders.
No matter how much you cared for JJ, no matter how much you appreciated him, deep down you knew you couldn’t give him what he needed. JJ was pure and unshakable in his loyalty, and you weren’t. You were drawn to Rafe in ways you couldn’t explain, ways that felt like a curse and a comfort all at once.
Your mind screamed at you more than once to let Rafe go, to choose the stability and the love that JJ offered so freely. But your heart.. your stubborn, foolish heart, kept pulling you back to him. It wasn’t fair to JJ, and it wasn’t fair to yourself. As your tears fell harder, you closed your eyes, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on you.
You had been so lucky to find JJ when you needed him most, but maybe that was the problem. You had found him when you were still broken, and instead of healing, you had only taken and taken until there was nothing left to give. It felt horrible, but you had made your decision, and while the road ahead was uncertain, you were ready to take the risk. For Rafe. For your happiness.
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