notes: this is the part two of @did-i-mention-the-shirt's fic so you should go read that first!!
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(Name)'s heart might've stopped beating as he wet his lips and nodded.
The instant regret that had washed over them as they had asked the question faded into relief yet- their heart was beating in their throat as he leans closer, closer. (Name) slowly closes their eyes, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. They were sure he could see the pink dusting their cheeks.
(Name) could feel Donnie's warm breath fanning over their face, it was getting warmer and warmer as he closed the distance little by little.
Sensing his shyness and slight hesitance, (Name) pulled him closer, close enough to touch their lips to his as they leaned up to reach. Everything from then on was natural instinct, and damn it felt like the stars came down to surround them and hold them both tightly.
Their lips moved in sync, inexperienced, sure, but neither of the two would say they regretted it. His lips moved to encase theirs instead of how it started, his hands trailing to their hips and their hands trailed to his shoulders.
It felt like forever passed by over once, once moreover. Until, they pulled away gasping for air. The pair, faces red, kiss-dazed, and in love, stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds, processing what had just happened.
Of course, once they both snapped out of it, (Name) found Donnie with a smug smirk across his features, "Not so bitchless anymore then, hm?" He crossed his arms over his chest.
"You calling me a bitch, Donatello?" (Name) raised a brow in mock anger, though letting a smile break through when they seen his facial expression morph into slight fear.
"No- That's-" (Name) cut him off with another peck to his lips.
The way they looked at him was almost unrecognizable, it was like their features had softened, welcomed him inside. He wanted to see more of it already. More of it, he knew he would see.
"Donnie," (Name) chirped up again once more.
"Yes?" He responded, having a good feeling about this one.
"Are we like- dating now?" (Name) asked in a softer, quieter tone.
Donatello licked his lips once more, and nodded confidently this time, "I would enjoy that, yes."
For the first time in a excruciating long time, (Name) flashed him a smile. A smile that wasn't smug, teasing, mocking, or because they had been laughing. It was a sincere smile. A beautiful one at that. He couldn't wait to see more of that. (Name) wasn't so mean when it comes to love it seems.
(Diamonds and Daddies one shot) An Angel, A devil, and a Daddy ,Whiskey x F!Reader x OFC MXFXF
A/N: This is a colab fic written with @talesfromtheguild and omg guys you have no idea how fun this was to write and the ideas we shared 🥵 🥵
Huge thank you to her for the help and being willing to collab please go read her stuff.
This is a CANON side story to Diamonds and Daddies
Fandom: Kingsman the golden circle Ship: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x Cis F!reader x OFC!
Warning/tags: Threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl) , Oral (M and F receiving) , Creampie, strap on , FXF action, MXF action, over stimulation, aftercare, rough sex, dirty talk, P in V sex, slapping, DD/LG /BDSM style relationship
Word count: 10K + 🥵
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Summary: For Jacks birthday, HoneyBee surprises him with a threesome.
Your limbs ached as you rolled over and snuggled into Jack’s bare chest, your nose pressed into the crook of his neck as you pressed lazy kisses against his skin. You could feel him start to stir in his sleep, as your soft kisses began to rouse him awake. His arms wrap around your torso, pressing you closer to him. His skin is warm beneath yours, and part of you never wants to leave the warmth and safety that he radiates.
“Good morning.” he says, his voice a deep rumble. The combination of loudly moaning all night long, and his sleepy morning voice made his voice a deep growl that reverberated through the air.
“Good morning Daddy.” you reply, kissing along his jawline, early morning stubble rubbed against your skin.
Jack finally cracks his eyes open, and tips his head downwards to look at you. He smiles softly and proudly when he sees your hair is still a mess from last night's activities, and your lips are still slightly swollen. He shifts slightly in bed, and brings his hand to cup your jaw before pulling your face towards his where he gently kisses you awake.
You pull away from him, and he openly pouts. You laugh at him before ducking back down to press a chaste kiss to his lips. He tries to follow you and your sweet kisses when you pull away again.
“How would you feel about a threesome?” you ask him out of nowhere.
Jack’s head falls backwards onto his pillow with a deep groan as he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to will the naughty images his mind conjures up away. He releases a huff of air as his hands adjust their grip on your waist.
“Darlin’...” he says tilting his head to the side to look at his alarm clock. “It is 6:30 in the goddamn morning. You can’t just spring that on me.”
“But would you be interested?”
“Babygirl, you know I don’t share.”
“But Daddy…”
“It ain’t gonna happen darlin’. My cock is the only cock that gets to fuck your sweet little pussy. No other man is gonna touch you.”
“But…”
“Unless you got a girlfriend that wants to join us, the answer is no.”
Your eyes light up - you’ve got just the friend to join the two of you in bed, but you school your expression and pout slightly, trying to steer Jack away from the conversation you’d started.
“Okay Daddy…”
He rolls you over and onto your back with a devilish smirk on his handsome face. His hands hold onto your hips as some of his body weight crushes you. “Now, how about breakfast in bed?” he asks, licking his lips before disappearing beneath the sheets.
*
When Jack had said he didn’t want anything and that you didn’t need to get him anything for his Birthday you felt bad. You had wanted to get him something, but for the life of you, you couldn’t think of a single thing your man could want, need or desire. Additionally, if Jack truly did want something, he could buy it himself. He was a grown man who could provide more than enough for himself - and you. Your monthly allowance was generous at most, and all the gifts and dates Jack took you on… he spoiled you rotten.
But then you recalled that silly little conversation you had with him one morning after a long night, and you suddenly knew what you wanted to get Jack for his birthday, and you knew exactly who to call to help you out.
It hadn’t taken much to convince your good friend Taylor to join in on your plan. In fact, Taylor was on board before you even finished asking your question. When she had agreed, you explained to her how Jack liked things - your relationship was heavily based in DD/LG roleplay, and he liked being able to feel all of you without a condom on.
Taylor wasn’t surprised at this information - she’d been on the Sugar Baby app you used for years, and had been with many daddy’s, and baby’s, and had been a part of many, many fantasies. Getting to join you with your Daddy was something Taylor was looking forward to. She was curious about your himDaddy, what with you constantly talking about him and how great he treated you, and how well he fucked you. To say she was curious about him was an understatement.
After she had agreed to yours and Jack’s terms, you made sure to get everything in order. You had Taylor tested to double check she was clean, she was already on birth control so you didn’t have to worry about that, and finally you took her shopping. You were going to go all out on lingerie for Jack’s birthday - after all your Daddy deserved the best.
When you had arrived at the fancy lingerie store, you were greeted by Amy, one of the sales associates that had been a good friend of yours and always knew what to put you in to make Jack drool.
“What are we going for today?” Amy asked with a coy smile. She had been a Sugar Mama long ago, and knew what suited you and your Daddy’s tastes.
“We’re just browsing today. Birthday surprise.” you’d told her.
Amy winks at you, and tells you to call for her if you need her help before she slips away to help another customer. Together, you and Taylor walk through the lingerie store, browsing for something that Jack would like to see the two of you in. It feels like you wander the whole store and find nothing that feels right to wear as a gift for Jack.
With a dejected sigh, you look over the tops of the racks for Taylor’s dark head of hair, before you spot her on the other side of the boutique. You weave your way through the racks before you come to stand beside her.
“What about these?” she suggests, her hand running over a vibrant red silk bra and matching panties set. Your hand reaches out to run over the material, and you’re surprised at how soft it feels under your fingertips. Your head cocks to one side as your eyes land on a separate yet similar looking set just a foot away, and an idea sparks inside your head, remembering one of Jack's favorite kinks to explore with you. Stepping away from Taylor as she grabs the red silk number, you reach outwards and grab onto the set that caught your eye. You spin around with a devious little smirk on your face as you reveal what caught your eye to Taylor. Her own wicked smirk bloomed across her face as she eyed the lingerie in your hands.
“Oh you little devil.” she teases you.
“You’re the devil,” you teased back, sauntering off to find some accessories that would really finish the look off.
Jack was in for one hell of a birthday surprise.
*
When Jack stepped inside his apartment, and dropped his keys on the hallway table, he didn’t notice the trail of rose petals leading further into his home at first. He only noticed the silence that greeted him. By now his Honey Bee should have been leaping into his arms, as you always did when you heard him return home from a long day at work.
Curious, he took off deeper into the apartment, not finding you in the lounge and kitchen, he knew you had something planned for his birthday, so to not have you jumping on him the second he got home concerned him. There was no way you would go out at this time, surely? You knew not to head out without telling him. He was extremely protective of you and you’d be punished if you didn’t follow the rules.
As he neared the stairs, ready to search the bedroom, he finally noticed the petals. He chastised himself in his head, how a secret agent didn’t notice something so obvious in his own home was beyond him.
The annoyance he felt at his lack of observational skills was quickly overruled by a growing heat in his stomach as it clicked in his mind as to what the petals could mean.
He had no idea what you were planning, but he was excited nonetheless, all he knew was his precious little baby had a surprise for him, and that was all he needed to know.
He slowly ascended the stairs, undoing his tie and throwing his jacket to the side as he walked. He followed the trail with his eyes, his smile and cock growing as his eyes were led up to the bedroom door.
He paused at the door, hearing some soft, muffled moaning coming from the other side. He growled to himself, picturing you lying on the bed, legs spread wide, pleasuring yourself, as much as the idea got him hot and bothered, you knew the rules, and pleasuring yourself without his permission was a sure fire way to earn his ire. He didn’t bother knocking, intent on catching you in the act, and it was his home and his bedroom after all, instead he opened the door slowly, and let his eyes follow the petals right up to your shared bed.
His eyes widened in surprise and lust at the downright sin before him.
His precious, innocent little girl laid out on the bed, wearing nothing but a frilly little white get up, that sight just by itself would be one to instantly make him hard. But no, you weren’t alone.
Your hands clung to the hips of a woman he had never seen before, the two of you seemed unfazed by his presence, too distracted by each other's tongues as you kissed one another.
The strange woman, who was wearing a matching outfit to yours in red, opened her eyes and looked over to him, she smiled into the kiss, keeping eye contact with him she started trailing her hand from its place on your hip to between your legs, making you moan loudly.
That made him snap out of his daze finally, he growled and strode towards the bed, stopping at the foot to watch you two more closely.
“I don’t think this is what good girls do, ain't that right Honey Bee?” he rumbled hungily.
You jumped, truly having been too distracted by Taylor to notice Jack come in. Your lips left hers and you stared up at him, batting your eyelashes at him, trying to feign innocence.
“D-Daddy,” you whimpered, caught. “We were just-”
“No excuses,” he cut you off. A large hand trailed up the length of your body, stopping at your chest. Firmly, he pushed you onto your back, his eyes trailed down your body to take a good look at what you were wearing. A new set he noted, as his fingers traced the edges, white and frilly, just how he liked it, with fluffy angel wings and a matching halo to really finish the look off. He leant over you, kneeling between your legs and nuzzling his face into the side of your neck, he peppered it with teasing kisses before wandering up to your mouth.
His lips ghosted above yours, you could feel the heat of his mouth on your kiss swollen lips,, he was so close, but as you leant up to kiss him he pulled away enough to stay out of your reach.
“I come home, after a long, hard day at work, all I want to do is spend some quality alone time with my Honey Bee, on my birthday, instead, here I find you, breaking my rules, playing with a friend you didn't even ask me if you could invite over, and making excuses?”
He slapped your thigh before straightening up, eyes now focused on Taylor who had been patiently waiting beside you.
“Now, who might you be Gorgeous? “ he asked, his voice softening and letting his gaze wander over her form, admiring the matching outfit she wore, red, with little devil wings and tail in place of your halo and wings.
“Taylor, Daddy,” she purred, stretching out on the bed, a playful smile gracing her red painted lips.
“Taylor,” he repeated, trying it out. As much as he tried to keep the stern facade up, he couldn’t help mirroring her smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, although I would have much preferred it if we could have met when I wasn’t upset with my Baby.” He emphasised his point by slapping your thigh again, rubbing it soothingly straight away and ignoring your startled cry.
“I-i was trying to surprise you, for your birthday Daddy,” you mewled, whimpering again when he glared down at you.
“Surprise me you did Honey Bee, but that don’t mean you have permission to break Daddy’s rules,” his fingers danced over your covered core, tutting when he found you wet. “Getting yourself all worked up without Daddy’s permission? I’m disappointed Honey Bee.”
“B-but that was Taylor-”
He cut you off with a hard slap to your covered pussy.
“Don’t you blame your friend when you’re the one who invited her and started playing with her!” He snarled. “You know the rules!”
He turned to Taylor again with a sigh. “I’m sorry you have to see this Gorgeous, I think I’ve been spoiling my Honey Bee too much if she thinks she can behave like this.” His eyes didn't leave her face, but he began rubbing up and down your core as he continued to speak to her, ignoring your pleas and mewls as you writhed between his touch. “I want you to know I ain’t blaming you for her behaviour, you’re a guest in this house and I don’t expect you to know all the rules, but I do expect her to follow them.”
He leant forward towards her, until his nose was touching hers.
“Can you be a good girl for me and tell me who’s idea it was to start playing?”
Taylor swallowed and nodded.
“Y-Yes Daddy, it was me, it was my idea,” she admitted.
Jack hummed and closed the small gap between them, locking his lips to hers.
Taylor moaned and you whined, jealous of the attention and praise your Daddy was giving her.
Jack broke the kiss , giving her one last peck. “Thank you for being truthful with my Darlin, instead of pushing the blame onto someone else like a bad girl,” his gaze drifted back to you as his sentence ended with a growl. “What are you whining for huh?”
You pouted up at him, refusing to answer.
“Quit being a brat and answer the question Honey Bee,” he warned.
“I want a kiss too,” you sniveled.
“Good girls get kisses.”
“But Taylor just admitted she started it!” You whined.
“We aint going over this again Honey Bee, you know the rules, she doesn’t. She’s a guest in this house and she told me the truth, so she gets a kiss.”
You huffed and crossed your arms, turning your head away from him in annoyance.
“I really do spoil you too much Honey Bee,” he sighed, pulling you up into a sitting position. “One kiss, you get one,” he said sternly, finger raised in warning before dipping his head to finally kiss you.
You moaned, your perfectly manicured fingers raking through his hair as you attempted to deepen the kiss. If you only got one you were determined to make sure it was a good one. Normally Jack loved to tease you with his tongue as you kissed, but he denied you entrance as you tried to deepen it. He growled, warning you as you attempted to push your tongue past his lips for a third time. He pulled away from you far too quickly.
“Sit up on the bed, both of you,” he ordered, hands trailing up and down your back.
You nipped at his jaw, ignoring the instruction and kissing your way down his neck, making little marks appear on his skin, as Taylor moved to sit on the bed like he asked the two of you to do.
“Angel…” Jack’s voice drops low, the sound sending shivers down your spine. “My little devil is behaving better than you are right now. I think she deserves all the rewards you were going to get tonight.”
You pulled away from him just slightly to stare up at him, with big doe eyes. Jack’s cock throbbed in his pants as he stared down at you, and your innocent expression. Both of his hands came to cup the side of your face as he pressed a single chaste kiss to your lips.
“That look won’t work on me sweetheart. You’ve been a brat since I stepped in the door. Bad girls don’t get rewards.” he says, his eyes staring deep into yours.
“But... tonight is supposed to be all about you.” you said, breaking out of the bratty submissive role you’d taken on for the night. You really wanted Jack to have a good birthday, and you didn’t want to ruin it in any way. Shitty birthdays sucked, and you didn’t want Jack to remember this birthday as one you had messed up.
“And it will be. Right now, Daddy wants to punish you for your bratty behavior.” Jack reassures you in a soft voice, telling you that everything between the two of you was okay.
Taylor sat in the middle of your shared bed, and watched the two of you as she bit her lip. It was obvious to see just how much the two of you cared for each other, how much it went beyond the dynamic the two of you had arranged and agreed to. Shifting her weight around, Taylor felt honored to share your bed for a night. What the two of you had… it was something Taylor hadn’t seen in a very long time, and she was proud to see you had found something so precious with Jack.
“Honeybee, you’re gonna sit right here,” Jack ordered you, pointing to a spot right next to Taylor on your large bed, “and you’re gonna watch as I fuck your friend with my tongue.”
You whined at the thought of just sitting there and watching, but this was a punishment and you don’t wanna disappoint your Daddy. Positioning yourself comfortably on top of the sheets, you tucked your legs beneath your body and settled directly next to Taylor. At the foot of the bed, Jack watched patiently as you sat down and looked at him, waiting for any other instructions he might have for you. When he’s satisfied with where you’re sat, he turns his eyes to the woman casually lounging on his bed.
“Darlin’, as good as you look in red, I bet you look better naked.” he said as he gently reached out and ran a hand upwards, letting his fingers drag over her skin from her ankle to her hip.
His hands gripped her hips tightly, but not painfully, and dragged her down the bed slightly trying to bring her closer to him so he could reach her easier. His fingers play with the little straps on her garter belt, before hooking one finger underneath the elastic and letting it snap back against her skin. Taylor moans softly in the back of her throat as her thigh stings slightly.
“Fuck.” Jack exhaled as he stared down at Taylor. As much as he wants to just tear her lingerie off and fuck her senselessly, Jack wants to take his time with her, wants to show his baby what happens when she breaks the rules and acts like a brat. Everything he’s going to do to Taylor is what he could have done to you instead if you hadn’t disobeyed him.
Jack’s hands wander to the clips that hold up the garter belt, and slowly he begins to snap each elastic band against Taylor’s skin before unclipping them fully. His hands moved to the belt those straps were sewn to, and unclipped it, pulling away from her body and tossed it somewhere within the bedroom.
You whine loudly as your eyes are glued to Jack’s hands as they roam over Taylor’s body as she mewls and hums softly at his touch. His hands ran over her ribs before coming to cup her breasts. You can see Jack’s eyes darken as he tests the weight of Taylor’s breasts in each of his hands, loving the way they feel in his palms beneath the silky red fabric they’re confined behind. Taylor’s back arches off the mattress, pressing her chest farther into Jack’s hands wanting him to touch more of her.
“Relax sweetheart, we’ve got all night.” Jack shushes her as he pulls her bra downwards, exposing her hardened nipples to the cold air in the bedroom.
“Daddy,” Taylor whines as Jack’s hands return to her breasts. He leans over her and takes one of her dark, pebbled nipples into his mouth as his thumb tweaks the other one.
Jack shushes her as he lets go of her breasts and moves his hands downwards. His fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her scandalous panties and pulled them down her long, toned legs - legs he wants wrapped around his head as he eats her out. His cock throbs beneath his pants, aching to be touched by either of the two beautiful women in his bed. He wants to touch himself, but he can wait a little bit longer before he gives in to what he wants.
Jack brings Taylor’s wet panties to his nose and inhales her scent. His eyes fall closed as he moans. His eyes open slowly, and when he looks at you, he smirks. “Kitten, open your mouth.” Your mouth opens a moment later, and Jack shoves Taylor’s wet panties into your mouth, gagging you.
“There. Maybe that will shut you up for a while.” he growls.
You taste the tang of Taylor’s arousal on your tongue as he stuffed Taylor’s panties into your open waiting mouth. To say the action doesn’t make your pussy drip would be a total lie.
Jack turns his attention back to Taylor, drinking in the way she’s spread out for him. In the soft glow of his bedroom, he can see just how wet she is for him. Her folds glisten with her arousal, and Jack wants nothing more than to sink his cock into her. But first he has to start your punishment.
“Don’t touch her.” Jack warns Taylor, nodding his head towards you. Taylor nods at his words.
Jack crouches over Taylor, and brings her mouth to his, in a hot searing kiss. Jack adores how soft her plump lips are against his, but he prefers you and your kisses… if only you hadn’t been such a brat. Jack’s kisses trail down Taylor’s body, kissing every expanse of skin he can find. He draws a nipple into his mouth again and gently nips at her flesh when he pulls away, making Taylor gasp out as pain flares beneath her skin. Jack smirks against her skin as he soothes the sting of his teeth with his wet tongue before he repeats the motion on her other breast.
His mouth travels down her sternum before stopping just above her aching pussy. His shoulders spread her legs wider as he settles at the edge of the bed, crouching down to hover above where she wants - needs him most.
“You want this, right baby?” Jack asks Taylor, wanting another confirmation that she has fully agreed to this night with the two of you.
“Yes Daddy. Please fuck me with your tongue. Please - I wanna cum for you.” she pleads with him, her dark brown eyes locking with his.
Jack’s mouth hovers over Taylor, as he breathes in her scent. With one hand splayed over her stomach, he uses his thumb to brush over her clit. Taylor gasps as her body jerks slightly, before calming down again as Jack continues to rub circles over her bundle of nerves.
You shift on your knees when you begin to feel your toes falling asleep, and Jack cuts his eyes to you in warning: don’t fucking move. Your body stills instantly as you lock eyes with him. Your chest heaves as you watch him move closer to Taylor’s spread thighs.
His tongue spears into Taylor’s pussy. He smells her. He tastes her. He devours her. His hips arch forwards and he bumps his hard clothed erection against the end of the bed where he’s knelt on the floor.
“Oh fuck babygirl.” he snarls into her, humming, not breaking away from licking into her for even a second. His nose bumps against her clit, making Taylor pant and moan and gasp his name like a prayer. His hands clawed into her thighs, his hot tongue curling and lapping up her arousal, shrewd wet sounds of his sucking tongue and mouth fill the air around you all. It’s filthy.
Taylor’s legs tremble beneath Jack’s hands, but he keeps them anchored down. His nails dig into her thighs, tugging her closer into his face. She can feel his tongue exploring every inch of her, dipping and prodding.
You smirk as you watch them together, watching as Taylor’s face pinches up in pleasure and her fingers dig and grasp at your bedspread, trying to ground herself on something. You knew how skilled Jack Daniel’s tongue was.
Taylor’s moans fill the silence that settled over the bedroom as Jack sucks and licks into her, working her open with his tongue. Taylor can feel the damp path of cloth beneath her ass, and it only turns her on more, knowing just how aroused she is right now. She raises her head off the mattress and looks down at Jack, seeing his dark eyes gleaming up at her, watching as she writhes beneath him. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment before they fly open again when Jack laps at her clit again. She can feel that pulsing energy knotting in her abdomen, coiling tighter and tighter, rushing her towards her impending orgasm.
“Oh Daddy…” she warns breathily. Her thighs threaten to clamp down around his head, as her hands fist the sheets below her. Jack’s tongue spears into her again as his thumb rubs tight, harsh circles against her clit, driving her towards her orgasm.
“Can - Can I cum Daddy?” Taylor gasps out. Jack hums into her, not giving her an answer.
“Please Daddy! Lemme cum for you. Please let me cum. Please, please, please, please.” she begs again. Jack hums against her again, the vibrations stimulating her nerves more. She feels her thighs tremble more, and before she knows it, her body arches and convulses, shuddering as her climax blindingly powers through her.
She cums violently fast and loud. Jack’s tongue never leaves her as he drinks down every drop of cum her body gives him. Her orgasm had successfully coated his mouth and chin in her arousal, he loved how her pussy drooled for him. Taylor collapses back against the cool sheets and pants heavily, trying to catch her breath and revel in the feeling of her first orgasm of the night.
Jack licked his lips and wiped off the remainder of Taylors arousal with the back of his hand. He sighed contentedly as if he had just eaten a five star meal.
“Now Honey Bee,” he said, turning his attention back to you for the first time since he started going down on Taylor. He pulled the soaked panties from your mouth, tossing them to the side for now. “Can you prove to me you can behave? Prove to Daddy you can be a good girl?”
You nodded desperately, fingers itching to relieve the burning need inside you, but not willing to risk another punishment. You did want to be a good girl for him, to make his birthday memorable, to please him.
“Good,” he purred, a wicked grin on his face as he stood up and rounded the bed to the headboard. He started unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to the side along with his undershirt, leaving his torso bare to you both.
He settled down on the bed, back leaning up against the pillows and headboard, and beckoned the two of you over with the crook of a finger, chuckling as the two of you scrambled over to him.
“There’s my good girls,” he praised, unbuckling his belt and shimmying his pants down his hips just enough to free his aching cock.
You pouted up at him, noting he wasn’t wearing underwear again. He caught your pout and chuckled again, giving you a cocky wink, ignoring your displeasure and teasing you further about your continuing disdain over the underwear ‘argument’ you kept having..
“Come on now Honey Bee, prove to me you can be good. Show Taylor here just how Daddy likes his cock sucked.”
Wanting to be obedient and finally earn Jack's touch, whether it be by his hands, cock or tongue, you batted your eyelashes up at him, maintaining that eye contact he loved as you lent forward and began scattering soft, feather light kisses up and down his length.
Your eyes stayed on Jack but you held out one hand to Taylor, who took it and allowed you to drag her closer, placing her dainty hand on Jack's balls.
He groaned above you, head falling back into the pillows and you hummed proudly, loving how you could reduce him to a mess just as often as he made you.
Taylor took initiative and bent forward, taking Jacks balls into her mouth at the same time you had taken his tip into your mouth, sucking and playing with your tongue.
A flurry of curses left his mouth as he tried to suck more air in, overwhelmed by the double, startling sensation.
“Jeesus fuck! Givin me a heart attack!” he gasped, snapping his head forward to watch the two of you intently. The visuals only added to his pleasure, two pretty girls servicing his cock, looking up at him with big, innocent eyes, he wanted to cum just at that.
You wrapped your hand around his base and began pumping him as you took him further and further into your mouth. Since your first time together, when you had struggled to take his cock any further than halfway down the two of you had spent a lot of time practicing.
Now, now you were able to take him all the way, having spent many hours with him learning how to suppress your gag reflex enough and widen your jaw, it was still a struggle, but the moan he gave you when your lips reached his base made it all worth it.
“That's it, there we are, you’re my good girls,” he rasped, praising the two of you as his hands grabbed the back of your heads, holding you in place as he savored the duel experience of his cock in your throat, and balls in her mouth.
His hands trembled as he took deep breaths to ground himself, to not give into the pleasure so early into your attention. Since the moment he had opened the door to his bedroom Jack had been more aroused than he could ever recall being in his entire life, not even when he was a teenager and first discovered porn could compare.
“Honey Bee,” he moaned as the hand he had on you slowly snaked down to grip your throat. Something he loved to do every time you managed to deepthroat him was to grip you lightly, so he could feel the bulge of his cock move up and down your throat as you took him.
You began moving for him, concentrating on breathing through your nose as he lightly choked you with both his cock and his hand, squeezing lightly every time he felt the bulge in your throat pass by his palm.
He spread his legs wider for the two of you, giving Taylor more access to his balls as you sped up your pace.
“Look at you Darlin,” he cooed softly at you, admiring how your mouth stretched around him, saliva leaking from your lips, coating him.
“Your tiny little mouth can barely take me, but it feels so, so, good.”
You mewled around his length, soaking up his praise, the vibrations it caused traveled down his length, his balls tensed up and he hissed in pleasure.
“Knew you could be a good girl for me...You’ll do anything for my cock wont cha? My perfect little cock slut.”
He always knew what to say to turn you on more, your pussy throbbed again, you wanted more than anything to make him proud, to earn the reward he always gave you after each punishment, his cock. Having it in your mouth was just further torment, reminding you just how big he was, just how well he would stretch you out.
“I’m in heaven,” he sighed, stroking Taylors tight curls affectionately as she swirled her tongue around him, causing him to buck up into your mouth and making you gag.
He growled as you tried to back up. “You can take it, you were made for my cock,” he encouraged, tightening his fingers around your neck to stop you from backing away.
You calmed yourself down, trying not to struggle in his grasp, focusing on your breathing so you could take him deeper once more.
“That's it, what good babies.”
Both you and Taylor moaned at his words of praise, his thighs shook in an effort not to keep bucking up into your mouth, his entire cock throbbed and pulsed and the moans that poured from his mouth were downright sinful. He was so lost to the feeling his head fell back again, unable to watch the two of you without blowing his load.
You were so distracted and aroused you didn’t even register the feeling of your own hand trailing down your stomach and between your legs. Only when you let out a high pitched keen at the relief your burning core got did you realize what you had done, as your fingers pushed up against the covered folds of your pussy. Your eyes shot back up to Jack, who was now staring intently back at you.
“You better not be touching yourself Honey Bee,” he rumbled.
You snatched your hand away and let him fall from your mouth with a pop.
“I’m not!” you lied, throat raspy from taking his dick, and from the hand still choking you.
His balls left Taylor’s mouth with a wet slurp as she sat up to watch the interaction.
He groans at the loss on his cock, but is far too focused on you to complain. He drops your throat and grabs your wrists, pulling you up to him.
He pulls your left hand up to his mouth, maintaining fierce eye contact with you as he pulls the fingers into his mouth, tasting them. His tongue plays with your fingers, it was warm and you couldn't help but imagine him using it to pleasure you.
Satisfied he doesn’t taste your arousal on you he drops the hand and he repeats the action with your right one, he closes his eyes in pleasure at the taste, groaning as your slick coats his tongue as it teased your index and middle fingers.
Then when realization hits him his eyes snap back open burning into yours as he growls, as much as he adores your taste, he was disappointed at you for breaking another rule.
Your fingers fall from his mouth and he firmly pushes you away.
“Breaking a rule? And not only that? Lying to me about it?” He sounded angry, you should be scared, but the rough timbre of his voice and heated tone only sent more arousal flooding out of you. As enraged as he sounded, you knew it would just mean more pleasure for you later on when he deemed you had learnt your lesson.
“I’m sorry Daddy!” You pleaded, trying to crawl back to him.
“No Honey Bee, I don't think you are!” He growled, pushing you away again, his arm looped around Taylor, bringing her flush against his torso, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. Showering her with the affection he would normally reserve for you.
“You just have to keep acting like a brat tonight! Just can’t stop showing off in front of your friend, wanting to act like a cool, big girl is that it?” His hand fisted her curls to pull her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Ignoring you and your distress as his tongue mixed with hers. She moaned and you whimpered, missing your Daddy's kisses, he was trying to make you jealous and he was doing a damn good job of it.
“Think you’re wearing the wrong costume,” he panted to her when they broke apart. “Think my little brat over there needs to be wearing this little Devil get up, and you need to be in that Angel one,” he murmured into the skin of her neck, showering kisses upon her skin, just the way you liked.
He continued to ignore you, distracting himself by making out with Taylor. He pulled her into his lap properly and began grinding his hips up into hers, one hand gripped her ass and the other kneaded her breast gently.
She mewled and whimpered into the kiss, rocking her hips back onto his, his cock rubbing up against her soaked folds, with one little change in angle he would be sheathed inside her. You were mesmerised, enraptured by the image of this tip of his cock leaking, so close to pushing inside her and stretching her out.
How you had never envied another person more in your entire life.
You yowled like a cat in heat, trying not to rock your hips into the bedsheets to chase that far off relief, you knew you weren’t getting any anytime soon, but you were trying so hard not to anger him further and delay your pleasure even more.
Your pathetic little whine caught his attention, dragging his gaze back to you, eyebrows raised in surprise as if he had forgotten you were even there.
“Honey Bee,” he drawled, rolling Taylor’s nipple in his skilled fingers as he kept eye contact with you. “You’re going to sit there and watch as Taylor finishes what you started. No, don't give me that look.” He continued to glare at you as he helped Taylor widen her legs, better to take him with. He cooed at her affectionately and praised her, telling her what a good girl she was for him as he notched himself at her entrance and slowly pushed inside of her.
You glare at Taylor and Jack as you sit on the end of the bed, watching as Jack tosses his head back against the headboard as Taylor takes all of him inside her dripping pussy. Your pussy throbs between your legs, just beggin’ to be touched. You watch Jack intensely as his face contorted in pleasure, his eyes clamped firmly shut as he enjoys the warmth of Taylor’s body. Shifting slightly on the bed, your hand moves beneath your panties and your fingers brush against your clit. You will be in so much trouble if Jack catches you touching yourself right now, but the ache between your legs and the relief your fingers give you is enough to spur you on, to keep you going. Whatever punishment Jack will give you will be worth it in the end.
You remain quiet, which feels like an impossible task, as your fingers rub circles over your clit, and lightly dip inside your folds as you gather your slick. Your breath stutters in your chest as you rub your clit faster and harder, trying to match Taylor’s pacing as she rocks her body against Jack’s. Wet slick sounds fill the air and combine with their moans as Taylor rides Jack, their bodies making the bed rock roughly.
Sinking your fingers into your aching pussy, stretching you just slightly, you sigh happily. Your fingers could never compare to Jack’s - two of your fingers equaled one of his, and no matter how many times you tried to replicate the feeling of him inside you, it was never the same - but having something to ease the ache between your legs is a relief.
Your legs tremble slightly as you increase your pacing, rubbing furiously against your swollen aching clit as you pump two fingers inside yourself. You can feel a tight bundle knotting and twisting in your stomach, clamping down tighter and tighter as you race towards your own orgasm.
Glancing at Taylor, you watch as she stares at you with a hungry gaze as Jack fucks up into her. Taylor’s body falls roughly against Jack’s thighs as she tries to drive his cock deeper inside her, desperately working towards her release.
“Can you cum for me baby?” Jack asks, his lips trailing over her jawline.
Taylor whines, unable to answer him.
“Come on baby, answer me.”
“I - I can. Can I cum for you Daddy? Please? Lemme soak your cock.” she begs.
Jack’s arms wrap around her as he growls, and he uses his strength to hold her down as he cums inside her. Taylor’s moans and Jack’s growls fill the air as they both revel in their highs - Jack filling Taylor with his cum completely as Taylor clamps down tightly around him, her cum gushing out of her and running down his cock before dribbling over his balls.
Your orgasm washes over you before you know it, and a high pitched but soft whine leaves your swollen lips as you cum around your own fingers, your cum soaking into your panties. Your eyes connect with Jack’s as you come down from your high, and you can’t even enjoy the feeling of getting to cum before you realize your mistake - you’d been too loud.
“Honey,” Jack sighs in a disappointed but satisfied voice, “can’t you wait your fucking turn?” He sighs again as he stares at you and the mess you’ve made of your panties.
“If you wanna cum so badly, then you’re gonna have to work for it.” Jack growls.
Jack’s hand travels over Taylor’s arm before sliding down her back, where he cups her ass, and kneads the flesh beneath his fingers. He shakes his head disapprovingly as you pull your hand from between your legs, and stare at him with scared and innocent eyes. “Taylor and I are gonna have to punish you now babygirl. You didn’t follow the rules of your punishment.”
Jack swats Taylor’s ass, nodding with his head for her to get off the bed, and he follows suit. When the two of them are standing, he wraps his arms around her, and hungrily kisses her, moaning against her mouth. Jack could see how a man could get addicted to her - she was sinful like the devil himself.
“Taylor, baby, go into the closet and on the top shelf is something I need you to grab for me. Can you do that for me?” he asks her when he pulls away and draws in fresh air.
“Of course I can do that for you Daddy,” she quickly agrees, looking over her shoulder at the door leading to his walk in closet.
When she walks away, Jack turns to you, his eyes dark and hungry. “Now, Princess…”
He moves to the end of the bed, and roughly grabs your hips. His hands move across your skin, ripping and tugging at the lingerie clinging to your body, tearing off yet another brand new set . When you are semi-bare before him, Jack wastes no time in groping your breasts before dipping his head down to suck a pebbled nipple into his mouth. Your back arches as you shakily inhale, trying to get more of his warm mouth on your skin. His mouth leaves your breast as one of his hands grabs your wrist and brings it towards his mouth. His tongue laps over the fingers you came on, and drinks down the taste of your arousal.
Taylor reappears by Jack’s side with a long box in her hand. Jack’s mouth and hands leave your body just as quickly as they appeared. You whine at the loss of his touch, but shut your mouth when Jack sends you a warning glare.
“Here Daddy.” she purrs.
“Thank you baby.” Jack says as he takes the box from Taylor and presses a kiss to her cheek.
"Now this was for your birthday…” he said, regarding you again. “Yeah I remember that kinky little fantasy of yours...but I think this is going to be put to better use tonight." Jack explains as he opens up the box, and reveals what’s inside.
It’s almost comical the way your eyes widen and your mouth drops open when you realize what Jack holds in his hand. Taylor smiles coyly at your reaction, buzzing with excitement as she takes the packaging from him. She pulls out the harness and slides it over her legs as she steps into it adjusting the buckle so it sits snugly against her hips.
“Now babygirl, this here is the Royal Mustang, and from the way you’re lookin’ at it… I think you want it.” Jack teases you. Taylor’s hand wraps around the dildo, and takes it from Jack’s grasp. Her eyes lock onto yours as your eyes follow the strap on, and she licks a long, broad stripe up the fake cock before sucking on the tip just slightly, covering the silicon in her saliva.
“Oh my god.” you breathe out.
“God can’t help you honey.” Jack tells you.
“How do you want us Daddy?” Taylor asks Jack. He looks away from you and wets his lips when he sees the strap connected to the harness she wears.
“Damn you look good.” Jack breaths out. “Taylor, baby, you’re gonna fuck our little angel until she cums on that toy. And then I’m gonna fuck her before she has anytime to recover.”
Taylor leans in and presses her lips against Jack’s before pulling away with a satisfied smile. “I like the way you think Daddy. Can I fuck her however I want?”
Your eyes dart back and forth as you watch them discuss what they’re going to do to you, like you’re not even here. A wave of arousal runs down your spine and pools between your legs at the thought of both of them fucking you silly. You’re a little nervous that your body might not be able to handle both of them with no recovery time, but you’re also excited and eager to get started. If this was your punishment for being a brat - especially when a friend joined you - then you were going to have to disobey the rules more often.
“Turn around Honeybee.” Taylor orders you, a more dominant side of her coming out to play. Your pussy clenches at her tone, and at her words, and you blink stupidly at her for a moment.
“Turn. Around.” she orders you again. You flip your body over, resting your weight evenly across your knees and elbows. You feel her settle behind you, the tip of the strap on rubbing through your slick folds, roughly bumping against your clit with each teasing rock of her hips. Your head drops down against the sheets as Taylor presses the head of the toy against your entrance, and slowly - oh so fucking slowly - breaks you open.
You can’t stop the wanton cry that leaves you lips, and is muffled by the sheets below you. Taylor’s hands grip your hips, and run over the curve of your ass, before roughly pulling you flush against her hips, driving the toy deeper inside you. The Royal Mustang stretches you in ways Jack doesn’t, and it makes you pant heavily beneath Taylor. Her hands roam across your skin, and she moans when her hands snake to the front of your body where her fingers brush against your hot and swollen clit.
“That’s it Taylor, get her nice and ready for me.” Jack purrs somewhere behind you. You can’t quite tell where he is in the room, but you can’t quite bring yourself to care either.
You can feel yourself clenching down tightly around the toy as Taylor continues to rock her hips to your ass, refusing to draw the toy out of your pussy more than a few inches. Her fingers rub against your clit in tight circles, and you’re surprised at just how quickly your body reacts to the things she does to you, in the few short minutes she’s been inside you.
You were getting close, the need for release building inside you more and more, until you were rocking your ass back against Taylor’s thighs, trying to chase and reach your release sooner rather than later. Taylor’s fingers press a little harder against your clit, and suddenly your orgasm blindsides you.
You cry out, the sound you made echoes loudly around the room. Your legs shake as Taylor pulls away from you, but you have no time to catch your breath before Jack takes her place. He grips his cock, and runs it through your cum soaked folds, enjoying the way your warmth coates his length. He bumps against your clit one or twice before sinking inside of you.
Your head drops against the sheets again as he bottoms out and gives you a second to adjust to his incredible size. Jack groans behind you, and digs his hands into your hips, trying to drive himself just a little bit deeper inside of you.
“You’re so very wet baby. So full of your cum. I can feel it, thick and hot around me.” Jack remarks in a grunt. He pulls outwards and begins to drive into you at an almost brutal pace.
You whine aloud like you’re slowly being slaughtered when he hits your cervix, and you’re certain you can see stars behind your closed eyes. Jack’s eyes are focused on your pussy and how it swallows his cock with such ease thanks to the orgasm you wrongfully gave yourself and the one Taylor took from you. Along with his own release and Taylor’s cum, the way he’s able to slide in and out of you so easily nearly makes his brain short circuit. Jack closes his eyes and grits his teeth - if he looks any longer at the sight below him, he’ll cum too soon. Jack fucks into you for a moment, before slowing his pace until he stops, completely sheathed inside your wet, tight heat.
“Taylor, toss that toy in the sink in the bathroom, and then lay down in front of our little angel. She’s gonna make you cum again before she gets to.” Jack demands.
“Don’t you wanna cum Daddy?” Taylor asks from behind you. You can hear the clink of the harness being adjusted as Taylor shimmies out of it.
“Oh I’ll cum darlin,” he reassures her. You hear her feet pad across the floor towards the bathroom, and a second later Jack thrusts into you. “Right.” another thrust nearly makes you fall forwards on the bed, losing your balance. “Here.”
Your pussy clamps down on him tightly at his words, and what they imply. You will never get enough of him cumming inside you, filling you up with his cock and his cum, of him making you feel full and completely satisfied like no one has ever done before.
Taylor’s body settles in front of you, and Jack gives you time to work out how you want to eat her out. She settles against the pillows, and spreads her legs for you to settle between them. You waste no time, diving in to taste her cum and Jack’s too, savoring the way she openly cries out at your actions. Her hands grip the back of your head and tug roughly on you as you lick into her.
Jack begins thrusting into you, each forceful push forwards, sends your face and tongue a little deeper into Taylor’s pussy. You rest all of your upper body weight on one arm, and bring the other upwards, before sinking two fingers inside Taylor. She gasps and moans loudly as your fingers press against her walls, searching blindly for that sweet spot that will get her to cum.
As soon as you find it, she cries out, and you can feel her clamp down on your fingers as her cum gushes from her pussy and runs down your fingers and onto your hand.
Jack slaps your ass, once and then twice as he fucks into you, his hand landing firm against your flesh. The sharp slaps he gives you makes your flesh sting, a few tears escape you, your mascara running down your face just the way Jack liked.
Leaning down, Jack snakes a hand around your torso like Taylor had done earlier, and furiously rubs your clit.
“Be a good girl and cum for me. Cum all over this cock and show me how sorry you are.”
Your head swims as your body gets completely lost in your pleasure. Your orgasm sweeps through you, the feeling so powerful it feels like you’re no longer in control of your body. Jack’s thrusts slow down as he cums deep inside you, coating your walls with his seed. You can feel it in your chest, the unending spurts of his hot, thick cum filling you completely.
You collapse on the bed when Jack pulls out of you, and you’re certain the two of them had fucked you to within an inch of your life. You know you’ll be sore tomorrow when you wake up. Sore and very hungry.
Jack watched the two of you lay panting on the bed, clinging together as your bodies shook from the aftershocks of your orgasms. He wants nothing more than to join you on the bed, collapse and cling to the two of you, but he had a job to do.
He had never been quite so harsh with you, sure he had been pretty physical with you when you had been a brat before, times like that usually ended up with a spanking or some other physical punishment, but he could tell this time you were much more emotionally raw from the experience, having him ignore you in favor for your friend may have been all part of the fun, but he knew you well enough now to know you needed his reassurance and care after such an intense physical and emotional session.
He began by making sure you were both comfortable, gently pulling off the remaining fabric the two of you wore, Taylor’s fancy straps and stockings were removed and the tattered pieces you still had clinging to your form followed.
Carefully he lifted Taylor up, ignoring the slight twinge in his back, humming to her when she snuggled up in his embrace, and carried her back up the bed to lay her down properly.
He repeated the action with you, depositing you gently on the other side of the bed, kissing your cheek as you mewled in protest of being moved.
“Shhh Honey bee,” he soothed. “Let Daddy take care of you.”
He dashed to his ensuite to gather two warm wash clothes ready to clean you both up the way he did with you every time you played with him.
Taylor purred and thanked him with a kiss, considerably more alert than you were currently. He cleaned up your ruined mascara before moving to clean up the mess between your legs. Your over-sensitive body tried to wriggle from his efforts helplessly as he cleaned the cum covering your thighs and his seed that had begun leaking out of you . Gently he held you in place so he could make sure he cleaned you up enough to sleep comfortably.
“Awwww Honey Bee I know, I know , you’re so sensitive,” he soothed, brushing the hair that clung to your face from sweat out of the way with his free hand.
He kissed his way along your jaw as he cleaned you up to distract you. Once he was satisfied with that he threw the cloths into the sink, joining the toy before he sauntered back to bed. He pulled open the bedside drawer on your side, taking out the cream he keeps there just for times like this. He popped the cap and ever so gently soothed each of the slaps he had given you, he felt a pang of guilt at your pained whimper, but he knew just how much you enjoyed it, shaking off that brief feeling. The cream was shoved back into the drawer, ready to be used the next time you needed it.
It was too hot for sheets, Jack decided, the three of you were more than sufficient enough to warm each other up. Carefully he crawled into the middle of the bed, pulling your exhausted body to his side, resting your head on his chest as his arm held you protectively.
He held his other arm out to Taylor in invitation, allowing her to decide if she wanted in on the affection too, he was pleased when she rolled closer to his, mirroring your position on his other side. He gave her a quick, gentle kiss.
“Thank you very much for agreeing to this tonight Taylor, it was an absolute pleasure,” he purred into her ear. She giggled as his breath tickled her.
“You’re quite welcome, Daddy,” she hummed, snuggling into his warmth and closing her eyes. “I’ve been quite curious about the two of you for quite a while...I couldn’t quite believe her when she told me about her ‘perfect’ Daddy. But it's quite clear to me now...You’re everything she’s ever wanted.”
Jack's heart skipped a beat at her comment, he glanced over to your sleepy form, who was looking up at him with hooded, sparkling eyes.
You thought to keep them open, to bask in the afterglow the three of you were sharing for just a little longer.
“Baby girl, Honey Bee,” Jack hummed, kissing the top of your head. “You did so well, so well,” he buried his nose in your hairline, kissing you tenderly wherever he could reach. “This was the best birthday ever, thank you so much Darlin, no one’s ever gave me something quite so amazing.”
You teared up, still raw and overwhelmed by his praise.
“Really? You liked it?” Your voice cracked.
“Darlin, Honey Bee, I loved it!” he cheered softly, reassuring you. “And not just because I got to have sex with two beautiful ladies, you clearly put so much effort into surprising me and making tonight special.” He sighs in contentment, pulling you closer so your head settled in the crook of his neck, he rested his chin on the crown of your head . “You didn’t have to, but the fact that you did, just for Ole Jack, I know I say this every time Sugar but I really feel like the luckiest man in the world with you. “
You felt a few tears escape you and trailing down your cheek,onto his neck.
“I hope those are happy tears Darlin,” Jack cooked, stroking your arm tenderly.
“They are,” Taylor sang, joining Jack's affections and rubbing your back soothingly. “You make her happy. Happier than i’ve seen her in a long time.”
“Well, that goes ditto for me then,” Jack smiled, giving you another kiss to the top of your head.
“Rest up girls,” he yawned. “When we wake up, we’re ordering some real unhealthy food and snuggling on the couch with a movie till you both are feelin’ better.”
Taylor lifted her chin, about to protest, knowing her, she would insist on going home so you can Jack you have some alone time.
“Nope you’re joinin’ us too Gorgeous,” Jack cut off whatever thought she was going to say. “S’ only manners that I make sure you’re taken care of too.”
You smiled proudly, he was ever the gentleman.
“Fine, I wont complain about that” Taylor sighed,settling back down.
“Happy birthday Jack,” you purred before letting yourself drift off.
“I have magic hair that glows when I sing,” Adrien stated in a very serious tone.
Ladybug smiled sweetly at him. “Oh really? And I suppose it heals wounds, too, huh?”
“No, that’s just ridiculous, what kind of hair could do that?” he scoffed. He walked over to the light switch and started singing before turning the lights off. As soon as the room was flooded with darkness, Adrien’s hair did in fact glow, in a few spots.
“Adrien, what do you have in your hair?” Ladybug asked with a giggle.
He bent forward and pointed at the glowing shapes. “I found my old glow in the dark stars, and I wanted to put them to good use.”
Ladybug’s hand moved to cover her mouth as she tried to muffle her laughter. Walking over to her boyfriend, and kissed his cheek and said, “You’re so silly… do you have any for me?”
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Summary: Each New Years Eve is magical but how much can one night change your life?
Word Count: 2836 words
A/N: This is a collaborative fic brought to you from the laptops of @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester and @girl-next-door-writes. It is the fifth part in our mini-series and we have LOVED writing it so we appreciate any feedback and hope you enjoy.
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31st December Present Day
That year had just been bad for them. Losing the baby had its effect on them both but differently. While Dean wanted to be by her side all the time. She wanted space. She would barely talk and every smallest of his touches would have her flinching, so he just stopped. Then there came a time when it was like he was living with a stranger and he had seen it coming but it hurt just as much when she said she couldn't do it with a bag in her hand. He didn't even try to stop her because she didn't want him. Two weeks. That's how long he spent in the house which wasn't home anymore, drinking himself till he couldn't feel shit. That's how she found him when she stood on the doorstep. Drunk out of his senses and he barely remembered what she said or how she looked all he remembered is falling to his knees with his arms around her waist begging her to come back because without her there was no home and without her there was no him. He needed her and the next thing he remembers is waking up with her in his arms and a bag in the corner of the room and a killing hangover.
31st December 2014
Dean ran a hand through his hair nervously as he sipped on his fifth beer of the night which he had barely just started. He felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped. Fuck he was too nervous. “Sam, a little warning would be appreciated.”he grumbled as he looked down at the beer spilled on his jacket and sighed. “Dean, relax. She is gonna say yes. She loves you.”Sam said not really knowing why his brother was so nervous. Everyone knew how much in love the two were and had overcome so much. There was no way she was going to say no. “What if she doesn't like the ring!?”Dean asked but before his brother could answer him he felt familiar arms around him and sighed. “Hey babe.”he said turning slightly and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “How is Gabriel’s latest date?”he asked with a grin. She smiled up at him, her eyes curious. He had been acting strange for a few weeks now. She had asked him several times if there was something wrong and always got the same response which was just to brush her off. Shrugging off the feeling that things were building up to something awful she instead answered his question.
“She’s nice. He picked her up at the strip club earlier this evening and I suspect money may have been exchanged. Sometimes I just want to shake him. He’s a good guy.”
“Are we talking about the same guy?”he asked with a snort only for her to smack him lightly. She rolled her eyes at Dean, “Okay, he is mostly a good guy and he will meet some nice girl who will adore him for who he is. Stop laughing Sam!” She hit the younger Winchester on his arm and frowned.
“Well he would need to step out of a strip club for that to happen. He is just heartbroken cause I snagged you.”he said winking at her and pecking her lips. “Where is your drink?”he asked when he realised she didn't have a glass in her hand. “Hang on let me get you one.”he said as he slipped away, downing the bottle on his way and asking for two whiskeys from the bartender they had hired for the night. He needed to calm down and beer wasn't gonna do shit.
Watching him walk away she frowned slightly before she turned to Sam. “What the fuck is going on with your brother? He has been really weird with me for weeks now. At first I thought that maybe he was having an affair because he swings from overly affectionate to flat out avoidance but… I can’t believe he would ever do that. Oh god! He’s breaking up with me isn’t he! Please, tell me Sam because if he really is then I need to prepare myself, I can’t let him blindside me with that. He’s realised he wants kids, finally figured out that he needs to be with someone who can give him a family.” She was on the verge of a panic attack and Sam grabbed her by the shoulders and bent to look her right in the eye.
“There’s nothing going on and there is no way he is about to break up with you. Dean loves you. Seriously, he knows he’s punching above his weight here and he’s not that stupid to let you get away.” He smiled, trying to reassure her but he could see she was blinking back tears. Thinking over the past few weeks Dean had done a lot of sneaking around to organise his big moment and now Sam could see how that might look to her. “Go get some air and please, don’t panic. You and Dean are solid.”
He jumped a little when felt a pat on his back and realised it was Gabriel. “So when are you going to ask her? Like what the fuck are you waiting for?”his friend asked him bluntly and Dean let out a groan.
“You know? Fuck.”he grumbled. If Gabriel knew then every fucking person there knew. “If she finds out before I ask I am going to forget you are one of my best friends and I am personally going to kill you Gabriel.”he said with a smile as he grabbed the two glasses and made his way back her. Dean walked over to Sam only to find her gone and he frowned. “Where did she go? You know she hasn't been talking for a few days. Do you think she is sick of me? Maybe I shouldn't ask her tonight.”he mumbled looking really scared at his brother who had his bitch face on. “What!? We will see how you are when it's your turn!” he grumbled taking a deep breath and downing his glass of whiskey.
“You’d better ask her tonight.” Sam huffed. “You do realise all this sneaking about has her paranoid. I’ve just had her nearly having a panic attack because she thinks you’re leaving her for someone who can give you kids.” Sam ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “I told her you love her and you would be an idiot to break up with her but until you man up and do this she is gonna think the worst. Right now she is outside getting some air, I think Cas is out there too, you know how much he loves parties.” he shrugged and grinned at his big brother. “You got this Dean. Now go get the girl.”
Dean let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. She still didn't get it just how much he loved her. He took a deep breath telling himself he could do this as he made his way outside and he could feel everyone's eyes on him. Fuck. Talk about pressure. They should have just stayed home and he could have asked her in the privacy but he wanted it to be special and new years eve mostly had been for them. He watched Cas excuse himself as he saw Dean coming in and gave him an encouraging pat on his back as he walked past him.
Dean stood there for a moment just looking at her, admiring her from a distance and he still couldn't believe she had left that perfect asshat for him. He walked over to her, his arms coming around her from behind as he handed her the drink. “Is it me or does this party sucks balls? I thought Gabriel would be used to throwing parties by now but this is worse than that costume party Kevin had.”he said nuzzling into her neck.
“I liked Kevins party.” she murmured. “You were just pissed that British guy spent all night trying to flirt with me.” she turned in his arms and looked up at him a little sadly.
“Yeah, well that British bastard knew you were with me and still he was hitting on you. He should be glad I wasn't hitting on him in a very different way. You would have been just as miserable it some girl had been flirting with me.”he huffed.
“Besides, you’ve gotta remember what happened last time he hosted the New Year party.” She took a large swig of her drink and looked away from him, unable to make eye contact. That one night had changed so much, they had almost missed their chance when she had ended up in Gabe’s bed. They had got through it but recently… his behaviour had her doubting herself, wondering why he had stayed with her? Placing her drink down on the rail of the deck she slid her hands around his waist and buried her head in his chest, the scent of his soothing as she wondered if this was the moment. Was he about to reveal that he was leaving?
“Hey, come on let's not think about that part of the night . I love you.” he said softly his arms tightening around her wishing he could take the pain away but he couldn't. “Hey remember the first time we met? Like before you ditched me and I saved you from that guy who had tried to grab your ass?”he said with a grin as he wrapped his arms around her wondering why was she feeling so down.
“I remember my very own caped crusader swooping in to my rescue. I can’t believe we spent pretty much all night talking without exchanging names.” she smiled softly at the memory of Dean in his Batman costume before letting out a sigh and resting her head against him.
He pressed a kiss in her hair and made her look up at him. “What's wrong? You have been sad lately and I gave you space but I hate seeing you like this.”
She looked away, closing her eyes and holding onto him tightly as she tried to find the strength to ask what she really wanted to. “Please don’t leave me.” she managed as she fought back the tears. “I know I said that if you wanted to find someone who can give you children that I would let you go but I can’t Dean. I can’t let you go. Please don’t leave me. I love you Dean.” She finally looked up at him with more than a hint of desperation in her eyes.
It broke him a little to see her like that. To hear those words from her lips but he didn't interrupt her. He quietly wiped away her tears and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Babe, I am not going anywhere. I love you.”he said softly pulling away from her a little and taking her hand, leading her towards the spot they had first kissed at. “Remember our first kiss? It was right about here if I remember right?”he said as he looked at her, threading his fingers with hers. “I want children. I want a family. But with you. No one else. There are other ways to have kids and when we are ready we would get to that part but I think we are ready for this.”he said as he went down on one knee and pulled out the ring. “Wonder girl, marry me?” he said nervously as he waited for her reaction.
“This… this is the reason you’ve been sneaking around? The late night calls? The secret text messages? Christ Dean! I thought you’d found someone else.” she laughed in disbelief. Looking down at him she shook her head and smiled before realising she hadn’t actually given him an answer. She was suddenly aware they had an audience, that all their friends were practically pressed up to the window watching their exchange.
Dean blinked up at her as she told him what she thought was happening. “You thought I was having an affair? Good Lord, woman.”he muttered shaking his head waiting for her to say something rather aware of the eyes that had been on them for the past ten minutes but she wasn't saying anything and he was starting to panic. What if she didn't want forever and ever with him. What if she finally realised she could do so much better than him like her ass hat of an ex but then she was crouching down in front of him and he looked at her, swallowing the lump in his throat.
Meeting his eye she crouched down to him and ran her fingertips through his hair. “Of course I’ll marry you. There is nobody on this planet I would rather spend the rest of my life with Batman. I love you so fucking much.” Taking his face in her hands she crashed her lips to his in a desperate, passionate kiss.
When she finally said those words at first he couldn't believe she had said them and before he could come up with a reaction her lips were on his and his arms were around her and he was pretty sure he heard some cheering in the background but in that moment nothing mattered. Nothing but her. “So I guess that makes you future batgirl?”he asked as he finally broke the kiss and slipped the ring on her finger with a grin on his face.
“Oh hell no. I will always be your Wonder Girl and you will always be my Batman but it does make my the future Mrs Dean Winchester. Did you pick this out yourself?” Her eyes landed on the ring for the first time and she smiled up at him.
“I like the sound of that. Mrs Dean Winchester.”he said with a grin as he pecked her lips again. “Yeah? Sam came along but I picked it out. You like it? We can get it changed if you don't? Whatever you want.”he said bouncing with nervous energy.
“It’s absolutely perfect. And for the record I knew you weren’t having an affair but you have to admit your behaviour recently has been really fucking sketchy.” she laughed as she let him help her to her feet and she wrapped her arms around him again.
“What? Can you blame a guy? I wanted this to be perfect and I was---you know what nevermind.”he mumbled smiling sheepishly at her realising how stupid he would sound if he told her that he was afraid she would say no. “I love you.”he whispered just as they were interrupted by their friends. “You guys have no sense of timing.”he said dryly.
“So? Am I getting a sister?” Sams voice called out behind her and she smiled.
“There’s gonna be an addition to the Winchester clan.” she confirmed and the big moose ran forward and picked her up in a huge bear hug.
“Congratulations man.” Gabe patted Dean on the back. “Just wanted to remind you at this happy time that I had her first.” he grinned as she gave him the finger over Sams shoulder.
He glanced at Gabriel with a scowl on his face, “You do remember what I almost did to that British guy? Cause I can afford to forget you are my friend for like ten minutes.”Dean said dryly as he wrapped his arms around his fiancé possessively.
“You got me once Gabe, he gets me forever.” she shot across, winking at Dean, a huge smile on her face.
“You do realise we have been waiting for him to do that practically all night right?” Jess chuckled as she wrapped an arm around Sam. “Of course he would want to get it as close to midnight at possible, it's almost time for the ball to drop!”
“It's midnight already?” Charlie exclaimed in surprise. “Damn it, that means Cas wins, come one guys, pay up.”
As their friends began to grudgingly hand over money to an fairly chipper Cas she just draped her arms over Deans shoulders and moved in closer so their bodies were pressed together.
“You guys had a fucking betting pool on this? That's why everyone knew!? I thought you guys were being supportive!”he exclaimed but was distracted when y/n moved in closer and his arms came around her as he leaned back against the railing.
“I don’t care when or where you asked me, the important thing is you did. Now we've got a wedding to plan!”
“I always was going to. Life is nothing without you.”he said pressing his lips to hers just as fireworks started going off and he grinned into the kiss. “About the wedding?”he mumbled against her lips, between kisses. “Have you considered the option of eloping?”
Summary: Each New Years Eve is magical but how much can one night change your life?
Word Count: 5420 words
Warning: Angst, miscarriage. Sorry guys, this one is a little off our usual fluffy style.
A/N: This is a collaborative fic brought to you from the laptops of @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester and @girl-next-door-writes. It is the fourth part in our mini-series and we have LOVED writing it so we appreciate any feedback and hope you enjoy.
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31st December Present Day
Dean glanced at his watch as he realised it was starting to get dark and ordered himself another coffee as he went back to the night they finally got together. Not just a hook up. They were together. She moved in with him a week later after new years eve but it wasn't all rainbows and butterflies. They had to face a lot of shit. Specially y/n. She lost a lot of friends after she called off the engagement and she came out as the bad guy in the whole situation but to his credit, Henry was a complete gentleman. Mostly though they were happy. Happier than they had ever been. It didn't feel like anything had changed besides he could touch her and kiss her whenever he wanted to. People assumed he would have hated being in a relationship but actually he loved it. He loved every single second of it and their kisses never lost the fireworks.
31st December 2012
“Y/n, quit pouting. We are almost there.”he said poking her in the side as he pulled in the driveway of his brothers house. “I know you wanted to host a party, but, the doctor said you needed to rest. Come on, babe. We gotta do what the doctors say.”he said but she was still not looking at him and he let out a sigh as he turned the car off and got out before walking over to her side and opening the door for her. “I love you. We’ll get to throw one next year. Come on, babe, don't be mad.”he said with a pout as he leaned down to press a kiss on her lips.
She turned her head so his lips met with her cheek. “I’m not ill Dean, I am perfectly capable of hosting a party. Is this what it’s going to be like for the next six months? You can’t keep me wrapped in bubble wrap Dean. I am more than just some increasingly fat hormonal woman.” Taking his hand she allowed him to help hoist her out of the car as she pouted at him. Ever since they got the news people had been treating her like she was made of glass and she was sick of it. Yes, they were all trying to help but it was almost as if they didn’t trust her to look after herself. “Come on then.” she huffed. “It’s not like I can even get drunk.”
“I never said you were ill, babe. Just following what the doctor said. Take rest. No stress and no heavy lifting. Organising a party would have required that plus Gabriel!” he said wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her against him before pressing a loud kiss on her cheek. “I won't get drunk either. Does that make it any better?”he asked as she glanced up at him and he stole a kiss by pressing his lips to hers. “You look fucking hot tonight.”he whispered in her ear before ringing the bell.
She rolled her eyes but she couldn’t hide the hint of a smile that appeared at his compliment. “You promise we can host next year?” she wrapped her arm around him and snuggled into his side as the door opened.
“I promise.”he said pressing a kiss to her head just as Sam opened the door“Well look who finally showed up!” Sam joked.
“You miss one New Years Eve party and you never live it down huh?” Emily sighed dramatically as she shook her head. It was a joke that she feared they would hear every year.
He couldnt help but roll his eyes. The joke was kind of getting old and annoying. “You really need to come up with new stuff, Sammy. It's just sad how you crack the same goddamn joke every year.”he said dryly
“At least we’re here, we could be having sex in the car.” she said innocently causing Sams eyes to widen as he looked at his brother. “Yeah, remind me again why aren't we back in there? “he asked with a smirk appeared on his lips at Y/n’s statement. Fuck, he loved her., “Specially when you look downright Edible?”he asked knowing he was making Sam squirm. This would never get old. “Don’t give me that look. It's not like you haven't done it in a car before?”he said before raising an eyebrow. “Please tell me you have otherwise I kind of feel sorry for Jess and the lack of adventure in your life.”
“Happy New Year you two, Sam, let them in. Come on through, grab some food.” Jess smiled as she carried a tray of something yummy towards the lounge. Following Sam into the house she smiled when she spotted Charlie and her new girlfriend.
“Am I allowed to go talk to people or do I need to be escorted?” she joked as she smirked at Dean who had been practically glued to her side for the past few weeks. “Why don’t you catch up with Gabe and Cas and let me admire my gorgeous boyfriend from across the room and see how long before I crack.”
Waddling over to Charlie she could feel his eyes on her and she smiled, she was very aware that the bigger she got the more pronounced the duck walk would become but she knew he thought it was adorable. Hoping that at some point she would get that ‘glow’ that people talk about instead of veering between nauseous and hungry, ecstatic and tearful. Feeling a slight twinge in her lower back she sighed before putting on a smile and greeting Charlie. As they talked she began rubbing her lower back as the occasional stab of pain shot through her. She really could not wait for all these aches and pains to disappear.
He rolled his eyes at her as she walked away from him with a smirk on her lips and she had never looked more beautiful. “How is she doing?” came Castiel voice and he smiled at his friend. “As good as she can. She hates the resting part and thinks I am being over protective but I am just doing what the doctors asked me to.”he said shaking his head as he glanced up at Y/n and how she was trying to hide her discomfort. “And the mood swings don't help. She was crying yesterday because we didn't have cookie dough at home and half the time I don't even know what I am doing.”he said with a sigh as Castiel nodded along but there was nothing any of them could do. “Excuse me a minute.”he mumbled as he watched her trying to massage her back.
“So you aren't going to come and say hi now that you have a girlfriend?”he asked Charlie as he stood behind Y/n, pressing his fingers on her lower back, hoping it would help her relax as pressed a few kisses on her shoulder. He hated that she was in so much pain and he couldnt do shit.
His hands on her back were heavenly and she closed her eyes and rested her head back onto him with a smile. Charlie grinned, “I told you these two were the most adorable couple. I mean, I tried to set them up years ago but they always have to make things more difficult for themselves.”
“Yes well, nothing worth having was easily won was it.” She smiled brightly before frowning slightly as her neck began to ache. Rubbing her shoulder she sighed.
“Hey don't tell me. She is the one who ditched me for Gabriel who I haven't seen around. Is he okay? It’s too quiet. It's never safe when it's too quiet.”he as he shifted his attention to her shoulders.
“Anyone who tells you being pregnant is magical is lying.” she huffed as she placed a hand on her stomach and stroked her bump fondly.
“Yeah but you look more beautiful than ever.”he whispered in her ear.
“It’ll all be worth it though.” They stood there listening to Charlie regale them with the tale of how she met Beth which was so sweet it nearly gave her toothache.
“You want to lay down for a while?”he asked quietly only half listening to Charlie. Maybe they should have stayed him instead and had a night in with ice cream and some movie but he hadn't even suggested it after what happened when he told her she couldn't host the party.
“Dean, I’m fine. It’s just pregnancy aches. I’m going to go for a comfort break and I promise I will be right back, and when I say right back please factor in the pregnancy speed. Oh, and Charlie, he promised me he’s not drinking tonight.” she said pointedly looking at Dean before placing a soft kiss on his lips.
“I don't like seeing you in pain.”he mumbled pulling away from her and rolling his eyes. “Fine, fine. I won't follow you. God, I thought women liked the attention they got during the pregnancy?”he said as he watched her walk away and couldn't help but let out a happy sigh.
The bathroom really wasn’t that far but according to the doctor this was not going to be an easy pregnancy and so the short distance felt like a marathon and she just hoped she would make it in time.
“Did I hear it right? You seriously aren't going to drink?” came Gabriel's voice who sounded rather amused.
“Why was I missing you again?”Dean asked dryly as he shook his head. “He won't last an hour.” came Sam’s voice. “No, I think he could pull off six hours?” Charlie added thoughtfully. “Looks like we have a betting pool here. “Gabriel said with a grin and Dean just looked around with a scowl on his face.
“You know I am right here! Fine. I bet I can last the whole goddamn party without alcohol and tolerate each and everyone of you. Which let me tell you is a huge task.”he said wondering where y/n was. She had taken too long. “You, no cheating. I’ll be right back.”he said looking at Gabriel before he walked towards the bathroom and stood there for a few seconds, knowing she would just be annoyed but for some reason he was a little worried.
The cramps were getting worse and each time she thought about standing up she felt another pain. She had been having random pains for the past few weeks but this time it felt different and she was getting a little bit worried. Realising she had left her bag on the table next to Charlie she couldn’t even message Dean for help. Taking a deep breath she steeled herself and grabbing the sink pulled herself to her feet. Her heart dropped when she saw the drops of blood and she was glad she was still holding onto the sink because her legs were suddenly very weak. Deans voice came through the door and she finally breathed again.
“Y/n/n, are you alright, babe? Been gone too long. They have a betting pool going one. They don't think I can last the party without alcohol. Should I say you back me up?”he asked trying to keep the worry out of his voice.
Hastily pulling up her panties she unlocked the door and almost fell into Deans arms, her eyes wide in panic. “I’m bleeding.” Another cramp ran through her stomach and she grabbed onto Deans arm as she practically doubled over in pain. “Dean...the baby…” she gasped.
Dean’s arm came around her instinctively as she almost fell down and he could feel the panic radiating from her. “Hey it's okay. Maybe you should lay down? The doctor said a little bleeding is normal?”he said but then she was barely standing as the pain shot through her. “Nothing is going to happen, babe. The baby will be fine.”he said confidently as he scooped her in his arms and quickly made his way out.
“Sammy. SAMMY. get the car. We need to go to the hospital.”he called for his brother as he felt y/n trembling in his arms and his blood run cold but he had to be stronger for her. “Hurry up!”he snapped as someone opened the door for them and the cold December air hit them while he rushed to the car. He helped her in before sliding in himself, and pulling her in his lap as she laid down. “Sam, fast. Please.”he said meeting his brothers eyes in the rear view mirror where he could see the panic which thankfully y/n hadn't noticed. “Hey, we are almost there. Just a little while.”he said soothingly his hand never leaving hers.
She rested her head on his shoulder as tears streamed down her face. “Dean, this is my fault. I...I should have rested, I should have listened to you, I shouldn’t have complained about being pregnant, you know I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean it.” she sobbed as she had one arm wrapped around his shoulders while the other cradled her stomach. The cramping was getting worse and she feared the worst.
“No, it's not your fault. Don't say that. We don't know anything yet. It could just be nothing. Hey, stop crying.”he said, trying to calm her down but even to his own ears he sounded desperate as his arm tightened around her. “Of course I know you didn't mean it. You love the baby. We both do.”he said softly
When Sam pulled the car up to A and E Dean was out carrying her through the door and yelling for someone to help. She could feel the blood now dripping down the inside of her thigh and she just went numb. She was aware of things happening around her, people talking, being whisked off to the maternity ward but she just couldn’t process anything that was happening.
As soon as Sam stopped he had scooped her right back up and was running in, yelling and not really caring about anything in that moment as the doctor and nurses put her on a stretcher and started rushing he didn't even know where as he held her hand and had his eyes on her. “It's going to be okay. I promise. It's all going to be okay.”he said just as they pulled her away and asked him to wait outside which is when he broke down completely.
Sam ran up the corridor towards his brother and pulled him into his arms. “Hey man, it’s okay, she’s in the right place alright. Whatever happens we can get through this.” Guiding Dean into the waiting room and making sure he sits down he quickly fires off a text to let the others know where they are. Gradually the room filled up with worried faces all trying to tell him that it would be okay.
He didn't even notice that all their friends were in there as he sat in one corner with his head buried in his hands trying not to think of how they could lose the baby or worse how he would end up losing them both. He wasn't strong enough to live through that.
Emily lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. There were exactly 100 squares on the tile above her head. Aware that people were examining her and that her knees were now propped up she just felt heartbroken, almost like she already knew what they were going to tell her. Eventually they pulled a sheet over her lower body and helped her sit up. The look in the nurse's eyes caused tears to spring up in her own. “Before you say anything, can you let Dean in please?” her voice was so small, almost as if it wasn’t her own.
He was instantly on his feet when he saw the nurse coming out of her room and nodded when told she was asking for him. He took a deep breath to steady himself before he walked inside and the look on her face was enough for him to know what was coming. His jaw hardened as he promised himself not to break down in front of her. He was by her side in an instant, his arms coming around her as she leaned into him and he waited the doctor to lay out the worst for them.
“I am so sorry. Unfortunately you have suffered a miscarriage. These things happen and there was nothing you could have done. We will give you a moment.” The doctor, followed by the nurse left the room and she just leaned against Dean limp. There were no tears, her face just blank as instinctively her hand reached down to rest on her stomach. It was her fault. She had let Dean down. He had been so excited, so attentive and she had lost the baby. She had lost it. She felt his arms around her but all she felt was guilt, he deserved so much better. Another cramp ripped through her and she gasped as she doubled over.
Dean just kept hearing the words over and over and a huge part of him wasn't ready to accept it. This couldn't be happening to them. He closed his eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat before glancing at Y/n who seemed to be numb. He hadn't seen her like this before and it scared him. “Hey, it's okay. I have you. I was scared I’d lose you. I love you so much, Y/n. We--we will get through this.”he said softly, pressing kiss in her hair. He was even sure she was listening to him but all that went out the door when she let out a gasp and curled up, his eyes widening in fear as he yelled for the doctor and was again pushed out despite his protests. If it wasn't for the strong arms around him, holding him back he would have broken the fucking door and gone in. She needed him and here he was not able to do a goddamn thing to help her.
After another scan they informed her that she may experience the cramps and bleeding for a few weeks. They also dropped the bombshell that it would be difficult to conceive again. They prescribed strong painkillers and rest. Fucking rest. Maybe if she had rested in the first place she might not be here, might not have to look Dean in the eye and tell him that she couldn’t even give him a child. They allowed her to clean up a little once the painkillers have kicked in and on shaky legs she crossed to the door. She just needed to be at home, to get out of here. Opening the door she couldn’t even look at Dean. Instead she stumbled towards Cas and let him wrap her up in an embrace.
Dean was pacing outside the room when she came out and he rushed over to her only to freeze on the spot when she walked past him towards Castiel instead. Had he lost her as well? “Y/n,”he mumbled his voice cracking a little as he hesitantly tugged at her elbow. “Do--don't leave me.”he said his voice finally breaking as tears trickled down his face and she still wasn't looking at him, breaking him into million more pieces.
Sam placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. “Just, give her a minute okay? She still trying to process and so are you.” They watched as she asked Cas if they could talk in private and he looked desperately at Dean before agreeing. “I need to go pick up this prescription.” She said in a monotone, her face completely void of emotion.
Sitting waiting for the painkillers she looked down at her hands that were resting on her now empty bump. “They say I might not be able to have kids.” These were the first words she had said since they left the waiting room and Cas looked at her with shock and heartbreak. “How can he even look at me again Cas? I lost our baby.”
“Stop right there.”he said firmly as he took hold of her hand. “None of this is your fault and Dean certainly doesn't blame you.”
“He was so excited Cas, he really wants to be a daddy and now… now I might never be able to give him that. Maybe if I had listened, rested more. Hadn't stressed out about us not having the party at ours…” she trailed off and her friend wrapped her up in a tight hug. Slipping his phone out of his pocket he fired off a text to Sam.
Cas: Sam, She thinks this is all her fault, thinks Dean will hate her because she can't have kids.
He hummed soothingly into her hair as he felt her tears fall. “You need to talk to Dean. He understands exactly what you are going through right now.” She knew he was right but she was so scared. What if she looked into those beautiful green eyes and saw hate and betrayal? She didn't think she could take that on top of everything else.
The moment she left with Castiel his whole posture changed. His shoulders slumped like a man who had given up on everything. “I--I need air.”he said not even looking at his friends as he swiftly walked away and made his way to the parking lot. He was sitting on the hood of his car when it actually hit him. They had lost their baby. A baby who wasn't planned but they both had been more than happy. Past few months had been like he was living in a dream and now that all seemed like ages ago. Like it had just been a dream.
To top everything y/n had pulled away. It felt like she had already decided to leave him. Maybe if he hadn't fussed over her so much they wouldn't be here. He didn't know how he was going to deal with the loss of the baby and y/n. He had never felt this broken and hopeless and lost. It had taken just a few hours for his life to fall apart.
He didn't know how long it was when Sam came looking for him. Leaning on the car next to his brother Sam ran his fingers through his hair and licked his lips, wondering what to even say. As soon as he had received the message from Cas he had taken off to see Dean, to try and convince him to go talk to her but how to broach it without making it worse? “She loves you Dean.” he began with certainty. “She’s… she’s just scared. She’s blaming herself and she thinks she’s let you down.”
“She doesn't. She barely looked at me. I lost the baby, too, and now I am losing her. She is gonna leave me and I am not gonna be able to do jackshit about it.”he mumbled wiping the tears that had been falling down his face. “I promise her. I promised I won't let anything happen to her or the baby and I failed, Sam. I couldn’t keep them safe.”he said as more tears fell down his face. Dean was shaking his head at his words. She had to know he loved her. Nothing could change that. He didn't blame her. Not even for a second.
Sam turned his phone over in his hand a few times before taking a breath and pulling up Castiel’s message, passing it to Dean. “She needs you man.”
Dean looked up at his brother before taking his phone and staring at the message. Over and over and over again until he had it burned in his memory. He let out a sigh and ran a hand down his face before getting up from the car and making his way back inside.
The moment he opened the door to go in, he saw her coming out with Castiel and he didn't say anything. Not really sure what to say. Nothing he could say would make it better. He quietly lead her to his car while Sam said cas would drop him off and he nodded barely looking at his brother as he tried to help y/n into the car but it felt like she was repulsed by him and his touch.
She couldn’t even look at him as she followed him to the car. She was just tired, so tired and empty. His hand on her arm caused her to jump and pull away suddenly, his touch surprised her and the reaction was instant without thought. Sliding into the car she looked out of the window at Castiel who mouthed the words ‘talk to him’ at her and she nodded.
The drive back home was quiet, both of them stealing glances when the other person wasn't looking. He pulled in the garage and she was out before he could even turn the car off and he let out a sigh trying not to breakdown as he followed her inside the house but while she made her way to their room he stayed downstairs and poured himself a drink. He couldn't lose her. Not like this.
As soon as she entered the house she became aware of all the things they had already got for the baby that would never be. The cramps were still ripping her apart and she headed straight up the stairs in a zombie like state. Pausing outside the door of what was to be the nursery she considered going in for a moment and blinking back tears she forced herself to keep walking. There was no point going through things this evening. Her whole body was aching and she just needed to rest.
He shook his head before downing the drink as he made his way to their room and stopped rather abruptly in front of the room that was going to be the nursery and he couldn’t swallow the lump in his throat. Maybe she didn't need him but he needed her.
She heard his footsteps on the stairs and knew that he had paused, just as she had. It broke her heart that he was hurting so badly and she couldn’t even comfort him because it was her fault. Curling up on her side tears slid down her cheeks as she wondered how long it would be until he left her, once he found out she couldn’t give him what he wanted, what he needed.
He walked into their room to find her already in bed with her back facing his and he couldn’t take his eyes off her as he stripped down to his boxers. She looked so small and fragile and he just wished he could change things. He quietly slipped behind her, pulling the covers over them before slipping his arm around her waist and burying his face in her neck. “I love you. I love you so much.”he whispered, his voice breaking, not even sure if she was awake or not.
Sniffing a little, trying to contain her sobs she turned over and buried her face in his chest, wrapping her arm around his waist. “I...I...I am so so sorry. I lost… I lost our baby. Please don’t… don’t hate me.” she sobbed, her whole body heaving now with the weight of her emotion. Squeezing her eyes shut she couldn’t look at him, she just prayed that they could make it through this.
“Y/n/n, I don't hate you. I could never hate you. It's not your fault, babe. You need to stop blaming yourself. It happens. It's not your fault, you hear me? “he said softly his arms tightening around her as her sobs just got louder and he felt his eyes watering up again. “We’ll figure it out.”he said in cracked voice. “We can try again when we are ready.”he added pressing a kiss on her head while her hand stroked her back. Just to reassure her that she wasn't alone. That he wasn't going anywhere.
“Dean.” she began and then paused to take a deep breath. “They said I might not be able to...to have… I can’t give you a family Dean.” her lower lip wobbled as she desperately tried to keep her emotions in check. Steeling herself she looked up into his watery green eyes. “I know how much you want kids Dean. I… I will understand if you… I can’t give you that and you will find someone who can and… I won’t blame you Dean.” her breath caught and her lower lip dragged between her teeth as she tried to maintain eye contact even though this was breaking what was left of her heart.
Dean eyes widened as he tried to wrap his head around what she said. They couldn't have kids? And that broke him. What was left of him. He had always wanted a family. A family with y/n but it was like someone had it for them up there. First how long it took them to get together and now this. He was bought out of his thoughts as the words she was saying started registering. “Y/n. This doesn't change shit. I love you. I need you. I want you. You hear me? Don't you fucking dare leave me or even think about it. I won't know how to live without you. You are---you are my life, y/n.”he whispered looking down at her as he wiped away her tears and pressed kisses on both her cheeks. “We are a family and if we want a kid then there are other ways.”he said softly but she was still not looking at him. He tilted her head and made her look at him. “Say it. Say that you love me. Despite everything. That you want to stay.”he whispered.
Her face crinkled as she fought the tears. “Dean I love you so fucking much, no matter what but I want you to be happy. There is someone out there who is a million times better than me who will give you beautiful mini Deans and make your life complete and even though it will break my heart I love you enough to let you go.” Her hand came up and she ran her fingers over his jaw. “I will stay as long as you want me.” she murmured.
“Y/n. Don't you get it? I want a family and kids and apple pie life but with you. I want to have kids with you. There could be a million women out there but I would still chose you. You are mine. You are stuck with me besides we could always adopt Gabriel if we want a kid? “he said lightly as he said as he wiped away the tears and pressed a kiss to her nose. “I love you.”he whispered before pressing his lips to hers in a slow, deep kiss pouring in everything he felt. The hurt, the sadness but mostly the love he felt for her and having her back in his arms was enough reassurance for him. They were going to be fine.
Relief flooded through her as his lips met hers and she allowed herself to melt into his kiss. The pain and the heartache were still there but her fear of losing him, of him hating her, that disappeared as he told her how much he loved her without using a single word. Outside she was vaguely aware of fireworks being set off which must mean it was the start of a new year. Pulling back from the kiss she rested her forehead against his as her hand rested on his shoulder. “I love you Dean.” she whispered earnestly.
He could see the lights of the fireworks against the window just as she broke the kiss and his arm tightened around her, pulling her closer before smiling at her. He was still sad and hurting. They both were but at least they had each other. “I love you more.”he whispered pecking her lips again in a soft kiss.
Summary: Each New Years Eve is magical but how much can one night change your life?
Word Count: 6783 words
A/N: This is a collaborative fic brought to you from the laptops of @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester and @girl-next-door-writes. It is the third part in our mini-series and we have LOVED writing it so we appreciate any feedback and hope you enjoy.
Part 1 Part 2
31st December Present Day
Dean took his time with the pie as he remembered the second time they met. He hadn't expected her to show up but she did and she took his breath away. He remembered how they had spent the whole party together away from the crowd. That picture was still one of his favourites even after all these years. He dug it out on his mobile as he ate the pie remembering just how perfect that night was. How she had ended up in the bed with him this time and how he had spent every second just discovering parts of her. It didn't go any further than that night though. He was still recovering from a bad relationship and by the time he thought he was ready she was with someone else and as usual the timing had fucked him over.
31st December 2010
She waited impatiently for the old dear in front of her to shuffle down the aisle and checked her watch again. The bad weather had played havoc with flights and she had luckily managed to get the last seat on this one even though it meant a few hours drive to get to her final destination. Just the thought of where she was going brought a warm smile to her face and she glanced down at her left hand where a huge diamond caught the light and winked back at her. She hadn’t called him to come pick her up, one of them really should be at their engagement party on time. She had called the one person, other than her fiance, who she knew would drive through the snow to come and get her without question. Over the past two years he had grown to become her best friend, someone she could always rely on and she hoped he felt the same.
Dean pulled in the parking lot of the airport checking his watch to make sure he wasn't late. She would probably bury him alive if she misses this party. He still couldn't believe she was engaged to Henry. He was a nice enough guy but Dean hated him. Fucking superhuman who had to be brilliant at everything. He couldn't even hold it against Y/N. Had he been a girl, he probably would have been falling head over heels for this guy. It was annoying just how perfect he was.
With her bag in her hand she finally made it off the plane and hurried through the airport, her eyes scanning the crowds to see if he was here already. Leaning against a pillar with that same self satisfied smirk on his gorgeous face she slowed her pace and grinned. Damn, she had missed him. Wandering over she dropped her bag at his feet and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in for a tight hug. “Miss me Winchester?”
He checked his watch for the tenth time in the hour as he waited for her to get out. They had a very bad snowstorm in the forecast and he wanted to reach the hotel before it started. He finally saw her, looking around for him as she waited for the old lady in front of her to get a move and he pushed himself off the pillar he had been leaning against. “Not a bit.”he said teasingly as he hugged her tightly betraying just what a big lie it was. “You sure you wanna go to this party? We can still run off. You have my support for that.”he said teasingly as he grabbed her bags and pulled her to his side, dropping a kiss on her forehead.
“You asking me to run off to Vegas with you Dean?” she chuckled. So many times they had joked about that and she figured they always would. It was their little ‘in’ joke.
“I am. I am damn serious too. You sure you wanna spend the rest of your life with Mr stuffy pants?” he asked not really looking at her.
Walking through the airport to the car park she hooked her arm around his waist and leaned into him. He smelled gorgeous, as always. She had tried to convince Henry to use a similar aftershave but he was a creature of habit and the new scent hadn’t stuck. “Come on, we’ve got a party to get to before next year.”
“Yeah, yeah. Why would you wanna spend time with poor old me now.”he grumbled as he opened the door for her before dropping her bag in the back seat.
Sliding into the passenger seat she rooted through her pockets and brought out a small box beautifully giftwrapped. When Dean got into the car she handed it over to him with a smile. “Happy Christmas. I know I was away for work and I should have given you this before I left but...you can open it now.” They had made a deal not to spend money on each other when it came to gifts and she had spent hours putting this gem together. She bit her lower lip as she watched him strip the paper and her eyes lit up at his reaction.
“Really? And here I thought you forgot me.”he said with a grin as he tore open the wrapping as hastily as he could. “Yours is in the backseat if you want.”he said with a small smirk as he looked up at her which froze as he realised what she had given him. She must have spent hours over it and now his gift kinda felt pointless. “This---this is amazing, y/n/n,” he muttered as he turned the tape over. “I don't even remember when was the last time someone made a mix tape for me.”he said with a grin as he took it out and replaced it with the current tape in his car.
Leaning over into the back seat she saw a hastily wrapped squishy package and grabbed it, sitting back down. Taking care to unwrap it her eyes met the most hideous, deformed, one eyed batman teddy. To anyone else this would have seemed like a really odd gift but to her this was the sweetest thing she had ever received. Just over a year ago they had been ditching work and hanging out at an old arcade, eating junk food and wasting quarters. She had kicked his ass three times in a row on the air hockey when they had spotted the claw machine. They had definitely wasted far too much money in that thing but ultimately Dean had been triumphant and this ugly little bastardised version of a superhero was the result. She had begged and begged him to let her have it but he just held it high over his head and laughingly refused. Holding it now in her hand her eyes began to fill.
He glanced at her and saw her frozen, with a blank face. “Okay I know it's not much but I thought it was time I passed it on. Making sure you don't forget me once you are Mrs superhuman.”
She leapt across the seat and wrapped her arms around him, burying her head in the crook of his neck as she smiled. “I love it! It’s perfect! It will have pride of place right next to my bed and I will take it everywhere with me.”
Dean gasped in a surprise before a chuckle escaped her lips his hand coming to her head and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “Hmmm, don't go off too far where I can't reach you.” he said softly as he let a sigh out. What was he doing here? He should just drive her to the hotel and keep his mouth shut before he said too much. Timing never seemed to be right for them and now she was engaged. She had slipped out of his fingers because he waited too long and he couldn’t blame anyone for that but himself. “Come on, let's get going before we get caught in the storm.”he muttered not meeting her eyes.
As they headed out of the carpark she scooted over and rested her head on his shoulder. “You do realise we will be spending quite a lot of time together.” She hummed, a little nervous about how he was going to take her next suggestion. “I was kinda hoping you would be my best man/maid of honour which means you are my go to for weddingy things. You’ll need to come help me pick out a dress and because Henry is super busy at the hospital I think I can safely say there will be free cake for you, lots of cake.” Sitting up she looked at him hopefully. “Come on Batman, there’s nobody I would rather have by my side on my big day.” Henry was amazing. A doctor who came from money and was kind and clever and witty and looked damned good in a suit. Being with him sometimes made her feel like she was playing at being a grown up, there was no doubt that her life with Henry would be very mature and happy. She would still rely on Dean for the silly, slightly immature moments where she would laugh until her face ached.
Dean felt his body tense up. He was doing everything he could to keep as much distance from the wedding as he could and now she was pushing him right in the middle of it. So while Mr superhuman saved the world he would be organising his wedding with the girl he was in love with since the day he met her. So fucking wonderful. “Really? Wouldn't Charlie be a better option? And Jess. You could have all the girls night out and the bachelorette party? I mean I don’t exactly fit in on that scene.”he said as lightly as he could. He was strong but only as much. He couldn't do this. Help her chose the wedding dress and then stand next to her as she married someone else. His grip on the steering wheel tightened a little and he let out a shaky breath. Besides, he was pretty sure Henry wasn't fond of him either. The dislike was mutual which y/n either ignored or wasn't aware of it.
She nodded along with his words and placed her head back onto his shoulder trying to fight back the disappointment. It would have been easy to ask Charlie but she was really looking for an excuse to spend as much time with him as she could while she could. Between work and planning the wedding and the moments she got to spend with Henry she was pretty stretched and she figured once she was married it wasn’t like Dean would be coming over for pizza and netfix nights. For one Henry would not approve. She was aware that he tolerated Dean in her life because that had been the only argument they had ever had. This was a friendship she would fight for. “Okay, fine. I’ll let you off and I will ask Charlie but remember you got first refusal alright.” She was glad he couldn’t see her face because she was sure that her feelings were written across her face. “You’ve got to be the stripper for my bachelorette party though.” she joked.
He could hear the disappointment in her voice. He didn't even have to look at her to know that he had hurt her. “Y/n/n, i---I can't.”he tried to explain but what could he say and not reveal how he really felt. He wasn't going to be the reason to ruin this for her. She was clearly very happy about it otherwise she wouldn't have said yes to him in the first place, right? “You sure you could handle me stripping? I am pretty good at it.”he said teasingly nudging her slightly knowing she was sulking a little. He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair before glancing at her and then back at the road. “Things are gonna change, aren't they?”he asked quietly his hand reaching for hers and threading their fingers together.
“We’re growing up Dean. Things are gonna change but I don’t want to lose you.” She squeezed his fingers between hers and watched as the first snowflakes began to fall, hitting the windscreen. “Can I ask you something? You need to be completely honest with me though. Promise me you will be honest.” She hesitated, knowing that if anyone would tell it to her straight it would be Dean.
“Y/N/N, I am always going to be around for as long as you want me. Nothing is going to change how I feel about you and us.”he said softly, squeezing her hand. “Yeah. Of course. When have I ever lied to you?”he asked. Well, besides in that moment he really hadn't lied to her and that moment didn't count because if he didn't lie he would ruin her wedding and as much as he hated it she did deserve the best and, well, Henry was perfect and he hated him for that. Why couldn't he focus on studies when his mom was on his ass? Instead he had to click pictures like an idiot.
“Am I doing the right thing? I mean, I love Henry and we would have adorable children and life would be easy and… you’ve seen us together, am I still me when I’m with him?” She frowned, her nose scrunching a little as she thought aloud. “It’s probably just being away from him for the holidays right? I mean, I sent you all those snapchats from the bar and me being, well, me but I didn’t send them to Henry. He hasn’t even got snapchat. He says it’s for the kids and he’s probably right but you know I can’t give up that dog filter.” shrugging she let out a sigh. “I don’t know. I’m just rambling.”
“Sweetheart, no one but you can say if you are doing the right thing or not. Does he make you happy? Like crazy happy that you feel like you are on a high and are never gonna come down? You never want to come down.”he asked before he paused at her next question. He could either lie which she would catch in a second or be honest which he wasn't sure she wanted to hear. “Well, you are you…. Just less of you? I mean you hide a side of you because you know he doesn't like it.”he said softly not looking at her and staring at the road ahead. “Fuck. I had hoped we would be at the hotel before this started.”he grumbled as he started at the snow falling before glancing at her. “You think you are completely yourself with him? You don't hide any part of you? No matter how silly or embarrassing it is? That's love for me. Being completely yourself with the person. Being your silliest self. Showing a side the rest of the world doesn't even know exists, you know?”he said softly, “and if you have that with him then you are fucking lucky because it's so goddamn hard to find. All people these days do is try to change you and fit you in a box they think you should be in.”he said before shrugging and shutting up realising he had already said too much.
Thinking about his words, he was just saying what she had been thinking. She did love Henry, he was wonderful and reliable and ideal husband material and yet… “Have you ever had that? Someone who makes you feel so happy you could just burst?” Henry made her smile, he made her laugh. True he wasn’t the type who would dance around the kitchen in his pants while they made pancakes but every relationship has compromise. “There are like two sides to me. There’s the grown up, travelling the country for work, attending dinner parties, doctors fiance part and then there’s the will eat virtually anything for a dare, lipsync battle, taking photos of animals that remind me of famous people part. You can’t be both. I’ve...I’ve been working on a new set of books. They’re for kids and… I don’t know. You’re the first person I’ve told. I can channel the silly into my work but… I get the feeling Henry will see it as just another of my silly little projects. He says that affectionately though you know, not all condescending and judging.” The snow was falling heavily now and the weather combined with the darkness of the evening was making the road difficult to see.
Dean listened to her quietly and honestly he had so much to say to her but right then he had other things to worry about. The snow was falling hard and while talking to her he was afraid he had taken a wrong turn and now he couldn't see shit. “Not to alarm you or anything, y/n/n, but I think we might be lost.”he muttered as he slowed the car down and tried to figure out where they were but with all the snow around them everything looked goddamn same. “oh, for fucks sake. This can't possibly get worse.”he groaned as the snow fall just got heavier and the moment those words left his lips he regretted him because his car, his baby just shut down. “No, no, no. Come on.”he groaned as he tried starting the car and trying to ignore y/n who was having a mini Meltdown next to him.
“What do you mean we’re lost? We can’t be lost! We have to get there! People are waiting for us!” She was switching between staring at the snow and staring at Dean. A panic was building in her chest and her breathing rate increased. She grabbed his leg when the car cut out. “Dean. Please tell me you can get us out of this.” Taking her phone out of her pocket she tried to fire off a text but it failed to send due to lack of a signal. “Seriously? SERIOUSLY? Okay. Okay. Okay okay okay okay. No need to panic right. You’re alright, I’m alright, we’re alright. We can figure this out right? Dean tell me we can figure this out.” Her eyes were wide as she sought reassurance.
Dean swallowed hard not really sure how to break it to her that they were stuck there. He doubted anything was there for miles. He tried to make the GPS work on his phone but there was no fucking signal on his phone either. “Y/n/n calm down okay? I am gonna try make the car work.”he mumbled as he zipped up his jacket and opened the door groaning as the chilly air hit his face. “Stay in.”he called as he closed the door behind him and opened the hood of the car and tried to figure out what was wrong but it was too fucking cold and there was no way he could fix it there. He couldn't even focus enough to find what was wrong.
“y/n I couldn't… I am sorry.”he stuttered as he climbed inside and was practically shivering. He didn't even have the heat in the car anymore. “I fucking hate snow storms.”he groaned running his hand through his hair and trying to figure out a way to get her to the engagement party. She was going to hate him for the rest of their lives. “I am sorry, y/n.”he said, his teeth chattering as he glanced at her hesitantly.
Her mind was running a mile a minute. As he climbed back into the car she could see he was shivering and instinctively shuffled over to him and wrapped her arms around him, rubbing her hands up and down his arms in an attempt to warm him up while she thought. “Right. So. The car won’t start, it’s snowing heavily, there’s no chance of us walking anywhere in this weather and neither of us has phone signal. We do have snacks and water and… you still keep a blanket in the back?” This was far from ideal but it’s not like someone died. Yes the chances of getting to the party was swiftly becoming non existent and she knew Henry would not be happy that she was missing the party with Dean. “Warmer? Shit. shit, shit, shitting shit it. So what? We sit this out? Hope the snow stops and we can walk somewhere, find help? I can’t promise you that I’m not gonna totally freak out, just, just talk to me about something other than how we are stuck in a cold car in a snowstorm.” She reached over to the back seat and grabbed the blanket before looking back at Dean blinking back tears.
Dean didn't know what to say as she tried to warm him up, her arms around him while she freaked out and he wanted to comfort her but he had no words. He closed his eyes, his head falling back on the seat as he tried to think of a way out while she wrapped the blanket around them and he heard the slight quiver in her voice that made him open his eyes and he looked at her trying to fight back tears.
“Y/n/n, come here.”he whispered pulling her in his lap and wrapping his arms around her, his face buried into her neck. “You really wanna know what I think?”he asked softly, his arms rubbing her back soothingly as he thought his words over. “You aren't two people. You are one person who enjoys both sides of the coin. Being mature and going to dinners and attending photography exhibitions while sipping on champagne and you also happen to enjoy bunking work and spending a whole afternoon in an arcade playing silly games. Those two sides together make you, you. Not one or the other and if Henry can't accept you as a whole then I don't think he deserves you. The fact that he takes what you do as a living as one of your silly projects makes me so fucking mad because it's not easy---any of it and I am so fucking proud of you and what you have achieved after struggling for so long and that's how he should feel. If he is embarrassed by what you do or your silly side then he needs to kicked in the balls.”he said softly knowing this was not what she wanted to hear right now but he couldn't lie to her.
“Can I ask you something now?”he asked softly and when she didn’t object he took a deep breath before phrasing his question. “If you had a choice. To share your life with anyone. Literally anyone would you still chose Henry?”
The question surprised her. Pulling back she frowned at him. “Well Chris Evans won’t return my calls so…” she shrugged before smiling sadly at her friend. “Henry is a good man and I love him. You can’t spend your whole life waiting on a pipe dream. At some point you’ve gotta live in the real word right?” There had been a time she had thought she and Dean might… it just wasn’t meant to be, the timing was never quite right and then she had met Henry. Kind, sweet, grown up Henry. She shivered and pulled the collar of her jacket up a little more, snuggling into steal her friends body heat.
“You know what I mean.”he said dryly, rolling his eyes at her as she snuggled into him and he tightened his arms around her as he listened to her talk and suddenly it hit him. He had truly lost her. She was in love with the guy and there wasn't anything he could do and with those three words his heart silently broke into million pieces and he swallowed the lump in his throat barely reacting to what she was saying as he buried his face in her neck. He knew what came next. He wasn't strong enough to see her with someone else. He just wasn't strong enough and she would hate him for what he is was going to do but there really wasn't any other option for him. Maybe one day he would run into her and could explain how madly in love he was in with her and seeing her with Henry was just something he couldn't do.
“I think there comes a time when you just want to finally settle down. Have someone to wake up next to every morning and argue about bills with. Someone to dry while you wash up. I am fully aware that Henry works all the hours god sends so I will probably be doing all that by myself but... So what if our love isn’t something explosive and all consuming. Not every kiss comes with fireworks does it. I could wait my whole life to find that again and be miserable or I can let go of that fantasy and be happy.” she sighed, realising she actually sounded far from happy.
Dean froze a little at her words wondering if she meant what he thought she meant. “What if every kiss could be fireworks? What if you didn't have to let go of that fantasy. Would you leave him?” he asked quietly as he pulled back to look at her very aware of the fact just how close she is was and how he just had to lean in a little to capture her lips in a kiss. A kiss long overdue.
Her eyes met his and she searched them, trying to understand what he was asking. “Are...are you asking what I think you are? Because if you are then what the fuck Dean?” She slid off his knee and folded her arms over her chest as she tried to get her head around the possibility that he might mean him. “Is this because I’m engaged? You just don’t want to lose your partner in crime so you...you…” her words trailed off as the tears began to flow down her cheeks. “Don’t play with me Dean. I waited for you and you went off with Jenny and then Amy, you made it perfectly clear that we were just friends so now, now you…” She looked at him with such heartbreak in her eyes. Why the hell had he not said something sooner? Maybe this was just a joke. Maybe he had been talking metaphorically and hadn’t meant himself at all and now she was making a complete tit of herself. Biting her bottom lip she forced herself to look him in the eye.
What had he expected? That she would fling her arms around him and tell him she loved him too. He was nothing in front of Henry. What he hadn't expected were the words coming out of her lips and his jaw hardened. It felt like someone had stabbed him right in the heart and was very slowly twisting the knife. “Never realised you think that lowly of me. That I would try to break your engagement off over… you know what? Nevermind. Henry is perfect for you.”he muttered as he passed her the blanket and decided to give the car another try. He knew if he stayed in there with her, he would end up screaming at her. He had never been angry with her. Not like this. It was like she didn't even know who he was anymore. “Yeah, those were flings, y/n. Didn't realise you wanted to be one. I was actually going to ask you out but that day you introduced us to Henry. Would have asked you out a lot earlier but back then you decided to sleep with Gabriel. So you are allowed to have a fucking break----to recover from a bad relationship and I am not? You know what. Nevermind. I don't even know why I said anything. It's not like I could be good enough for you. Not after Henry.”he said with a snort as he got out of the car and slammed the door shut.
This was a mistake. He never should have come to pick her up and should have totally ditched the engagement and the wedding and gotten drunk with his friends and maybe gone to a strip bar he thought as he popped open the hood again. He didn't care if he even froze that night. He was not moving until this car started again.
She was fuming now as he slammed the door. Taking a deep breath she opened her own door and slammed it as she stormed over to the front of the car, totally oblivious to the cold. “Fuck you Dean. What the fuck do you mean ‘not after Henry’? Why don’t you just fucking man up and be honest with me? I asked you if you thought I was doing the right thing marrying Henry. Honestly. I want a straight answer and I want to know why you think that.” She pushed her way to stand in front of his and stared at him, waiting for his answer.
Dean wanted to just keep quiet but he just didn't know how. “You still wanna know after everything I have said? Fine! You are making the biggest fucking mistake of your life. You know why? Not because I love you but because he doesn't! He loves this edited version of you who he can flaunt around to his colleagues and at functions! Hell you haven't even told him about your book which is a big fucking deal because you know he would brush it off. It's not worth mentioning for him. Because he thinks he is above everyone. Why? Because he is a fucking doctor and rest of us, what we do and our passions don't fucking matter because they aren't saving lives. Is that how you wanna spend your life? Locking a part of you away. A huge fucking part of you because he is embarrassed by it and I have seen him talk to you, y/n. He isn't being affectionate. He is patronising you and belittling you and trust there have been enough times I wanted to beat the fucking shit out of him!”he yelled, “There. I said it. Happy!? Now get the fuck out of my way so I can fix this piece of junk and drop you off at your engagement party!”
She was staring at him with a soft expression on her face. In truth she hadn’t heard most of what he’d said. “You love me?” her words were quiet, barely louder than a whisper but from the look on his face she knew he had heard her. Her lips twitched up in a lopsided smile, her eyes twinkling in the darkness. “Ask me again. Don’t look at me like that just...just ask me again if I had the choice of anyone in the world to share my life with. Ask me again Dean.” Her hands rested on his chest as her teeth chattered in the cold, snowflakes landing in her hair as she waited for him to speak.
Dean let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes. He had promised himself he won't lose it and here he was shouting at her in the middle of nowhere. He looked at her warily , licking his lips not really wanting to say those words again and face rejection. It had to be some sort of record. Being rejected twice in ten minutes but when could he ever say no to her.
“If you had a chance to spend your life with anyone, would you still chose him? If you had a chance to spend your life with me. Would you still chose Henry? Me over The guy who has it all. Money, great lifestyle, saves people. Is mature and is like fucking perfect. ”he asked quietly his eyes never leaving hers as he waited for her to throw this back in his face but he just couldn't keep it to himself anymore.
Her breath caught as she allowed his words to wash over her. It wasn’t even a choice really. She brushed the melting snowflakes from his cheek and raised up on her tiptoes until their noses were almost touching. “Every time.” she whispered. “I would chose you every single fucking time Dean.” Her eyes filled with tears and she tried to blink them away. “I had given up on you. Thought we’d missed our chance. At any point… all you ever needed to do was tell me how you felt, it’s always been you Dean. I think that’s why Henry doesn’t really like you, because I have been in love with you from the moment we met.”
Dean froze not having expected that. Did she really mean it? How could she? He was nothing in front of Henry. They were polar opposites. “I thought you were happy with him.”he whispered as he wiped away her tears and pressing kisses on her cheeks. “Hey, don't go stealing my lines.”he said lightly as he made her look at him. “I am, deeply, madly, crazily in love with you and always have been.”he said before he pressed his lips to hers, his arm coming around her waist and pulling her snuggly against him as their lips moved together in sync like they had been doing it for the millionth time. “Y/n, don't marry him.”he said softly against her lips before pressing another deep kiss to them not really caring that they were out and covered in snow.
Dean closed the hood of the car without breaking the kiss as he pushed her towards the door and had her pressed between him and the car as he deepened the kiss, his hands roaming all over her while she tried to open the door.
Her hand scrambled over the door behind her as she tried to find the handle. Eventually her freezing cold hand wrapped around it and as she opened the door to the back seat she pushed him inside before climbing in herself and slamming the door behind her. As soon as it shut she was pressed against him again, her lips on his neck as her fingers fumbled with his shirt. “Hang on.” She pulled away breathlessly and took off her engagement ring, dropping it into the front seat. Turning back to him she raised an eyebrow. “You sure you want to do this?”
Dean let out a groan of protest as she broke the kiss and pushed him inside but soon she was on top of him and his hands were slipping inside her shirt while her lips worked on his skin while she tried to get rid of his shirt. He froze at her words before shaking his head and flipping her over. “More than sure. Do you have any idea how long I have loved you for?”he asked as he pulled off her shirt and his lips were back on hers and he cupped her breasts, palming them through her bra while the other hand fumbled with the button on her jeans.
Her fingernails raked down his back and along his waistband before she quickly undid his jeans. Their breath was foggy in the cold of the car but neither of them cared. She just wanted to feel his soft warm skin against hers, wanted to feel him inside her when she wasn't drunk. The only time they had actually done this they had both been pretty wasted. Easing his jeans down over his hips she shimmied out of her own and let them drop into the footwell. Feeling how hard he was against her thigh sent an instant heat between her legs and she knew there would be a damp patch in her panties. Running her fingers up his back and into his hair her entire body reacted to his, moving together in sync as if this was a dance they had done a million times before. Cupping his face her eyes found his. “I love you.” She murmured breathlessly before bringing her lips to meet his in an intense and passionate kiss.
Dean groaned as he felt her nails digging into his back before she trailed her fingers up it and buried them in his hair. His lips were around her nipple, sucking and teasing it when she tugged at his hair bringing his lips to hers and he kissed her desperately. It had been too long since he had felt her under his fingertips like this. He trailed kisses down her neck, sucking on her sweet spot as he pulled off her jeans and panties in one go, too strung up to tease her. He needed to be inside her. Now.
He looked at her as she cupped his face telling him she loved him something he had waited so long to hear but he didn't have words to explain how much he needed her. Wanted her in his a life. So instead he kissed her back as deeply, their tongues gliding together while pouring every bit of emotion into the kiss as he slowly slipped inside her. A groan escaped his lips as her warmth surrounded him and he broke the kiss, burying his face in her neck. “You feel so fucking good, y/n.”he whispered trying to get some control over himself as he slowly started moving inside her.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt him fill her, pausing slightly to get accustomed to his size. Her hips rolled to his, encouraging him to increase his pace, a gasp of pleasure escaping her lips as she revelled in the feel of him. Interlocking his fingers with hers she placed her arms above her head and looked him directly in the eye as their bodies moved together in sync. This was more than just a passionate fuck in the back seat of a car, this was slow and sensual and although she wasn’t a fan of the term it would definitely fall into the ‘making love’ category of sex. Meeting each and every one of his thrusts she felt the pressure building in her core as his deep, deliberate movements sent her to the brink of the most intense orgasm. “I love you Dean.” she gasped breathlessly. Leaning up slightly she pressed her lips to his, moaning into his mouth as a tsunami of pleasure rolled through her.
Her hips met his with every thrust and all what was heard was skin in skin and their moans filling the car as his pace fastened and his thrusts got harder. His grip on her hand tightened as the pressure started building up inside him and he knew he won't last long. “Y/n/n, look at me.”he whispered just as they both reached their Climax and he couldn't take his eyes off her as she lost herself in him and he pressed his lips to hers in a deep kiss. “I know,”he whispered nudging his nose against hers before pulling away as he grabbed the blanket from the front seat and wrapped it around them with her laying on top of him.
Resting her head on his chest and listening to his rapid heartbeat she smiled to herself. Sure she had been happy to settle with Henry but here, right here in Deans arms is where she felt she truly belonged. Sure there would be the awkward conversations and lord knows her mother would never forgive her but here in their little bubble, wrapped in each other's arms beneath a blanket as the snow fell outside and the distant sound of fireworks rang out, none of that other stuff mattered. Moving so her face hovered above his she lightly brushed his nose with the tip of hers. “Happy New Year Dean.” She murmured, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.
He knew they were screwed over. There would be lot of talk and fights but in that moment he didn't care as the fireworks went off and her lips were on his and he was kissing her back. “I love you.”he whispered against her lips before pressing his lips to hers again.
