You'll never be alone || Hughie Campbell ||
A/n: Had to write this after everything in season 4 and 5. Fuck ass Eric Kripke saying it was meant to be funny where Hughie was sexually assaulted and raped. Fucking disgusting so I am remedying that cause fuck you Kripke.
Warnings: This contains mention of Hughies Sexual Assault and rape
The safe house was quiet in a way that felt wrong.
The lamps cast soft yellow light across the room, but neither of you had touched the food sitting on the table. Hughie sat on the edge of the couch, his hands trembling so badly he had to clasp them together.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry, I—I should’ve known. I should’ve…”
The words broke apart into a shaky breath.
You crossed the room in two steps and knelt in front of him. “Hughie…”
He looked at you then, eyes red and swollen. He looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept in days, though knowing him he probably hasn't.
“I kissed her,” he said, tears spilling over. “I held her and...and I thought it was you. I thought…” His breathing quickened. “God, I slept with her and I didn’t even know—”
“I feel sick.” He pressed a hand to his mouth. “I should’ve realized something was wrong. I should’ve...”
You gently took his hand away and cupped his cheeks. “Hughie,” you said softly, firmly.
The words seemed to hit him like a physical blow.He shook his head immediately, refusing to believe it.
“Yes.” Your thumbs brushed away his tears. “You didn’t consent to sleeping with someone pretending to be me. You thought it was your girlfriend. You thought you were safe.”
More tears slipped down his face.
“I feel so stupid.” He whispered.
“Oh, sweetheart…” Your own voice wavered. “You are not stupid.”
“I should’ve protected you.”
“This isn’t about protecting me.”
“No.” You said it so quickly that he blinked. “No, you didn’t.” You swallowed around the lump in your throat and kept your hands on his face as your thumb ran across his cheek gently. “You didn’t make a choice to betray me. Someone violated your trust. Someone used my face, my voice, my body… and they tricked you.”
Hughie’s chin trembled. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“You don’t have to right now.”
Your heart broke, hearing him like this. You moved closer until your forehead rested against his. “You are not disgusting.”
“You are not disgusting,” you repeated gently.
A sob escaped him.The sound seemed to tear right through you.
You wrapped your arms around him, and for a moment he stayed frozen, like he didn’t know if he deserved the comfort.
He practically collapsed into you, burying his face against your shoulder as the tears came harder. His hands gripped the back of your shirt, holding on like you were the only thing keeping him together.
“I’m sorry,” he cried. “I’m so sorry.”
You held him tighter. “Hey, hey… don’t apologize.”
“I really thought it was you.”
“I know.” You rubbed slow circles across his back.
For a long while, neither of you moved.The room filled only with the sound of his uneven breathing and quiet sobs.
Eventually, he whispered, “You’re not mad at me?”
You pulled back just enough to look at him, you held a weak smile on your face. "Hughie… I’m angry.”
A tear rolled down his cheek.
“I’m angry that someone hurt you. I’m angry they used us against each other. And I’m angry that you’re sitting here blaming yourself for something that wasn’t your fault.”
He stared at you, almost disbelieving. “You still…” He swallowed. “You still want me around?”
A sad smile touched your face. “Oh, Hughie.”You brushed his hair back from his forehead. “I love you.”
“And I’m not going anywhere.”
He let out another shaky breath, one that sounded almost relieved.
You pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You don’t have to be okay tonight,” you murmured. “You don’t have to figure everything out right now. You can be angry. You can cry. You can scream if you need to.”
His voice came out small. “What if I never stop feeling weird about it?”
“Then we’ll deal with it together.”
“Yeah.” You gently squeezed his hand. “You don’t carry this by yourself.”
For the first time that night, some of the tension left his shoulders.
You guided him back against the couch and sat beside him, immediately opening your arms.
Without hesitation, he curled into you.
You wrapped a blanket around both of you and rested your cheek on top of his head.
Then quietly, almost fearfully, Hughie asked, “Can we just… stay like this for a while?”
You tightened your arms around him. "For as long as you need.”
He nodded against your shoulder, and though the tears didn’t stop entirely, his breathing slowly steadied.
You kept one hand in his hair, gently combing through the curls.And when he finally drifted into an exhausted, uneasy sleep against you, you didn’t move an inch.
You simply held him, keeping him close, silently promising that he would never have to face what had happened to him alone.
