"Happy Birthday Final"

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"Happy Birthday Final"
Creation’s Virtual Fan Experience, Q&A Panel with Jensen Ackles (Nov. 15, 2020)
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Thomas had started to stir in the night, a weird feeling like he was being called to, summoned even to the church. He'd never been allowed to go there as a kid, and he had never really any desire to go there except when he'd wanted to bust in there and rescue Leo from them. Half asleep, he reached over to pull Leo into him, wanting to push his nose into his hair, to take in his warmth, his scent, to know that he was safe, only to realize that his husband's spot in their bed was empty. Eyes shooting open, he looked around the entire apartment, calling out to Leo. The only response he got was from their dog and cat, confusion over why they were being woken up before it was time to eat. Grabbing a t-shirt that was lying next to the wicker basket, he pulled it on, along with a pair of boxer shorts, his boots, and Leo's coat
Chasing towards the church, he was frantic, worried about his husband, the calling he had heard the rune he had been shown, those meant nothing to him now. He just needed to get to Leo. By the time he got there, it was deserted, no signs of anyone.....fuck...maybe he had been wrong, maybe it wasn't them doing something to Leo....but then he felt the calling...the urge to add the rune to others. Shaking his head, he snapped out of it, grumbling under his breath, "Fuck off, I gotta got find my husband, veiled bitch." Heading back towards the inn, he saw Leo going inside, he seemed frantic, and worried going up the stairs. Chasing back after him he made it inside, and quickly found him crying, and shaking and calling his name, throwing off the coat he quickly threw himself into Leo, wrapping his arms around him.
"Shhh, shhh, I'm right here. It's ok, you're safe, you're safe, they can't get you. I'm here." He was rubbing his back and kissing the top of his head. "I'm here, my love."
Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out. Leo tried his best to focus on just that, but no air seemed to get past the ice in his chest. It was painful, a muscular effort to scratch oxygen into his lungs. What little bits of air he could muster immediately were choked out in short, Tom shaped syllables.
Leo managed to look up only a half moment before Thomas launched himself forward. But that moment felt like an eon. There he was. Thomas was here. Through the haze of tears, it was as if a halo shone behind him. Leo didn't even have time to extend his arms before the comforting weight of his husband was on him. As if his throat was a breached dam, air flooded into his lungs, causing a low, guttural wail to rumble out from his body. He pressed his face into Thomas' chest, hands clawing at the fabric of his shirt.
"She was here - Thomas - she was -- she took you she --" Words with little meaning fell out of his mouth, jumbled around the sobs wracking his body. Thomas' presence felt like a lie, despite the warmth that enveloped him. He pressed his face further into his husband's form, tears and snot and spit staining the tee shirt as his hands grappled to wrap around his waist and pull him in.
"You're here?" he said, voice shuddering and unsteady. "You're here? Now? Please -- please be here, god Thomas, please be here..."
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A clear glade. Flowers, pushing up from the grass. The trees.
And then She was there. She was there. She knew him. She reached for him. She rooted into the ground and her hand extended towards him and towards him and the ground turned to ash and Her hand drew closer and he tried to turn to run but the grass had woven over his toes and was pulling, pulling, pulling, pulling, and Her hand was there and Her hand was close and he could see it wrap around his throat and he -
The gasp of air rushing into his lungs lifted Leo from dead asleep to awake and heaving. His shirt was drenched in an icy cold sweat. His head was spinning even as he pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, trying to rid them of the horrible sight. He needed - he needed out he needed water he needed -
He lifted his hands to look to his side. Thomas, sleeping peacefully, the visible tell of his shoulders rising and falling with measured breaths. A heave of breath fell into a small, airy laugh. It was a dream. It had all been a dream. Leo took a breath, then another, trying to sync his rhythm with his husband's, but his racing heart wouldn't stop. With a sigh, he gently stepped one leg then the other out of the bed and stood carefully, trying his best to avoid the telltale squeaky floorboard on his side of the bed.
Padding softly towards his bureau, Leo pulled the damp t-shirt over his head and tossed it at (but unfortunately, not in) a wicker basket of laundry. He eased open the drawer and pulled out a sweatshirt, not bothering to check whose it technically was. It was dark, it was cozy, and so Leo slipped it over his head. He cracked the door open and slid out as silently as he could.
He found his way into a pair of sneakers and left out the front door, taking time to re-lock all the locks after him. The kitchen of the inn granted him the glass of water he so craved, and then the cold bite of the air granted reprieve from the gathering headache behind his eyes. His body found its way into a half hearted jog - the promise of a familiar exercise calling to his muscles and mind.
Leo closed his eyes as he ran - his feet knew these paths well. With each footfall, the memory of that horrid nightmare faded just a bit. Perhaps his heart was finally starting to settle, keeping pace with his feet.
He shouldn't have trusted them.
Leo was a toucher, he knew this, that his husband always had craved physical affection. It was what had helped endear Thomas to him. The constant hand holding, the brushing of their arms when they moved past each other, now that they were married, Leo never had to hide it, or come up with an excuse to do it....he just always touched when he wanted....and Thomas ate it up every time. The only person he wanted to be wanted by, wanted him, and did very little to hide that want.
He could feel his hands moving over him, his back, his shoulder blades, his collarbone, his jaw. "Danger is a bad thing. I'd much rather be safe and sound, here with you." When Leo finally leaned in to kiss him, though, Thomas melted, melted into his touch, his grip. It felt as though his whole body was going limp in Leo's grip, as if they could phase into one person. It was now Thomas' turn to let his hands wander, moving up and down Leo's back, feeling each muscle beneath his shirt.
Pulling out of the kiss, he chuckled, nuzzling his nose against Leo's cheek. "Big talk, Leo, why don't you prove just how much more you love me than? Hmmm, you may talk the talk, Leo Rafferty, but can you back that up with the walk?" As he spoke, Thomas played with the buttons on Leo's undone overshirt. He wanted to goad him into getting Leo to do the work...."I think I need to see just how roughly you can walk that walk."
He shook his head, pouting playfully when Leo said that his day was hardly worth commenting on. "Your day is always worth listening to, no matter how cowish the cows acted. Nothing you tell me about will ever be boring, Leo Rafferty." He felt the hand looping into his belt and tugging him closer, feeling his body press up against Leo's, and he giggled as if it was the first time his husband was holding him again.
"You be careful now, you're playing a dangerous game holding me like that, while we're all alone like this." Smiling, he moved his head to press a kiss to Leo's jaw before chuckling. "You'll always get to me at the end of the day, no matter what. I wouldn't not let you, even if you tried." Humming quietly as he layed his head against his husband, just wanting to feel him in his arms for a few minutes. "I love you more than anything, you know that?"
Leo could hardly hear the words Thomas was saying with how dazzled he was just looking at the man. His mouth fell slightly open as Leo Rafferty rolled off Thomas' tongue. Leo's eyes flicked across Thomas' face, unable to stop at any one place for too long before they were distracted by some other point of beauty.
His hands instinctively wandered as Thomas pulled against his body. His fingers explored the small of his back, the curve of his spine, the hem of his shirt. They pressed, pulled, and kneaded any part of Thomas they could find. He ducked his head slightly as Thomas kissed him, pushing his cheek into the other's touch. As Thomas leaned in, Leo returned the gesture, pressing his lips against his cheekbone.
"You say danger like it's a bad thing," he whispered into Thomas' ear, then grabbed his sides with a jump. He laughed as Thomas laid into him, allowing his arms to wrap fully around his husband and pull him in tight. His fingers traced the arc of his shoulder blades, poking and prodding like small explorers on a distant landscape.
"Impossible," he said, resettling his head so he was cheek to cheek with Thomas. One hand slid over Thomas' shoulder, across his collarbone, and settled on the side of his face, where Leo gently thumbed his jaw. "Because I love you more than that." He gently pulled Thomas' face away so he could look at his husband properly, with his other arm resolutely and tightly wound around his waist. But the spell couldn't be held any longer: he couldn't stop his hand from pulling Thomas in to kiss him.
"I trust your judgment in picking out the perfect ones. Not getting. me to help you repay your debts for you." He smirked, enjoying the playful teasing between them. "Though it would be fun to go with you just to watch you have to pick them." He did have to roll his eyes playfully when Leo said that they could afford a free show every now and then. He was glad that Leo quickly picked up what he was throwing down to Hank, not that the old-timer didn't know what was actually going on, he just either wanted that drink, or was too into his current drink to bust their rouse.
Thomas was already halfway out the door when Leo told him that he was right behind him. Heading up the outdoor staircase that led to their private apartment on the highest floors of the Inn. He pulled off his boots outside their door as he started going through the process of getting their locks undone. Handing moving up to rub Leo's cheek.
"Shoes off, I don't wanna have to sweep up after you again." He moved to run his hands through his hair as the final lock undid with a click, pushing the door open. "I wanna hear all about your day before you got to me. Wanna hear about the local hero saving all the animals."
With the need for public-facing courtesy falling behind him with every step, Leo busied himself with unbuttoning his shirt as he climbed the stairs. The flannel fell open to reveal the tight undershirt he wore underneath, and he breathed a sigh of free relief as the evening air breezed by. He grumbled slightly as Thomas commented on his habit of wearing his boots into the home, but all of it melted away as he touched his face. A contented smile fell onto his lips as he pressed his face into Thomas' touch, and he obediently stooped to unlace his shoes.
"Day was hardly worth commenting on," he replied with a small grumble. "Cows are gonna be cows, no matter the day." He ran a hand through his hair impatiently. Mercifully, Thomas swung the door open. Leo stepped through the doorway close behind him. With one hand, he pulled the door shut behind them, and with the other, looped a finger into Thomas' belt loop.
"The important part," he said, tugging Thomas towards him, "is that I got to you, finally."
Thomas hummed for a few seconds, "You could pay it by going down to the shore and getting me some of those nice, really big shells. I was thinking of making picture frames for them to hang around the hearth. You know, let some of the patrons draw up some art for us. it would look nice and make things feel even homier." He tutted when Leo said to let them watch or kick them out. "Leo Rafferty, to think you were once so shy and modest, now you wanna put on a show for half the town." He grinned. "Besides, you let them have a free show? I know you're planning on at least charging."
He went to collect his glass to clean it, watching as his husband started to help clean, and when he saw how he flipped the chair....well Thomas Baker almost melted onto the floor right there. They'd been together for a long time now, and yet he still managed to leave him breathless by doing the most mundane things and looking the furthest from mundane while doing them. He was snapped back into the moment by his husband's voice asking about Eden. "She did, but. I don't think there were any eggs. We did talk about chicks, though."
He watched as Leo finished wiping down the counter before moving out from behind the bar, grabbing the keys and tossing them to a patron who'd been coming since his parents first built this place. "Hey Hank, you mind locking the door and shutting off the lights on your way out? Leo and I have some bookkeeping to do upstairs that I forgot about. You can have another drink on the house as a thank you." When he got a grumbled, yeah, he grinned at Leo.
"Well, are ya coming? You're the one who insisted on getting this bookkeeping done."
Leo narrowed his eyes at Thomas' demand, but a small smirk still managed to creep through. "Might need you there to help pick out the perfect ones," he retorted. After all, a nice beach day might be just what everyone needed, even if the air outside was still a touch cold for most people's likings. The confirmation that Eden came by was good enough for him; at least she had swung by.
He chuckled at Thomas' comments. "I don't think the business is doing that bad," he said, his voice hushed in false conspiracy. "We can afford a free show or two every now and then, I think." He slid his hand across the bar towards Thomas, only to be denied yet again as the other man rounded the bar.
His eyes followed carefully, though, as Thomas tossed the keys to good ol' Hank, and found their way back to Thomas's face. His own jaw fell slightly open in amusement before he sucked in his lip to gently bite down on it. "Oh yeah," he said, half to Hank and half to Thomas. "The books. Business is down, after all." His eyes sparkled as he slowly stepped towards his husband. He beckoned for Thomas to lead the way.
"Trust me," he said, head cocked slightly to one side. "I'm right behind you."
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"He'll turn into a ghost if you keep him indoors." Eden joked, nodding along. "I don't understand that, but I definitely see it. Maybe we'll catch something later, but probably not." She wasn't the type, really, to get sick. Or at least not the type to complain about it. But she supposed it would likely happen, and she’d continue her work outside about it.
“I’m glad he’s well, though.” Eden clarified. Or. Well enough.
"I keep telling him the same thing," Leo chuckled. "But I suppose it's easy enough for me, with all the calls I'm out on. I'm always in the sun." He tilted his head slightly. "And the rain, and the snow."
Leo nodded. "And yours as well. I'll look for those eggs tonight, if there's any left." He smiled again at Eden, who he had grown protective of over the years. "Or, I guess, I hope not. Hopefully you sell out. Still come by, though, if you do. Thomas'll make those meals either way."