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"If he loved me why'd he leave me in that hell"
"if only he knows why I left"
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<Part 4>
Jeongin Pov
“Be at it.”
I was standing at the corner, crying with my hand over my mouth. I still remember how much it hurted, cutting the onions, tomatoes, and lemon was pure torture. Suddenly I felt myself collapse, and pain shot through my body.
The surroundings got blurry as I saw my room again, for a split second. Drenched in sweat I stood up. The room was dark, so, I looked around with my hands as I blinked fast to clear up my vision. Shibal! I hit my foot on the side table.
I drank a whole cup of water and fell back in bed. The sleep still in my eyes, I slowly drift off. Back to dreaming, hoping for a good one this time, but we're not that lucky, are we; –The author loves to traumatize me.
The black faded, I saw my father standing at the doorstep as I peeked from upstairs, ‘Minho hyung is gone’ was all I could hear at that moment. How can he leave me here? He promised.
I remember he promised to leave with me. We planned but, why?
“We will go together!”
“Promise!?!”
“Promise.”
I am still here but you are free. Why? Why do you not love me? Why did you leave me here?
My father reached me, pulling me down with him. It hurts. But I don't do anything, I can't do anything. The woman, my mother, had her dress dirty like they ran over the dirt; I knew hyung was planning to leave but I didn't betray him, like he did.
My whole body ached. I don't know how long, I can't move. The rain was drenching me, the bench was cold, the wind made me shiver. The park, once an escape, now felt cold and deserted. It felt lonely and sad.
Author Pov
An eight year old cold and alone, hurt lying in the park. Why is God so cruel to him, the poor boy didn’t even do anything. The cold kept increasing, tears blurring the vision, he opened his eyes back in his bedroom. 4 P.M?!? It was the morning chill that woke Jeongin up, tearing him from his nightmare cum memory.
The sky looked rather pale for the morning, quite cold for July. He ruffled the blanket due to the cold. It was too early for him to go to work, His shift was from 10 today. He got some reservations done for today.
The Cafe occasionally send some staff on bookings or Restaurants. Even though Jeongin doesn't go, he felt he should try so, he got two reservation done for today – 10 Am and 7 Pm – weird right.
Waking up at 4 wasn't something he planned and it's bad it happened he'll feel sleepy at the shift now, Bad luck. He decided to go for a run, That saying ‘Go for a run in the very morning and now your day can't be any worse’ or something.
Sweaty, he returned at the apartment meeting with a half asleep Hyunjin in pyjamas, a rare sight, with his hair sticking everywhere. In a split second, upon seeing Jeongin, Hyunjin dashed back in his room.
“Morning Hyung-”
Shrugging, Jeongin drank a glass of water and skipped to his room. He sat on his bed until a knock was heard, opening the door, a well dressed Hyunjin entered scratching his head.
“umm hey jeongina”
“Hi hyung,” Jeongin made some space for him “you need something?”
“Not really,” Hyunjin sat beside Jeongin “I just wanted to talk to you”
“Sure”
“When will you be back today?” Hyunjin said straight forwardly “Like from work.”
“Uhmm around like,” Jeongin counted on his fingers “ Either 10 or 11. Why?”
“Uhh nothing, I gotta go for today,” Hyunjin stood up “Will be back tomorrow, maybe.”
“Okay, sure” Hyunjin left after telling Jeongin who sat back, lazily.
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After the 10 Am shift Jeongin was pretty much drained, thank God he got 5 hours before going to work again. He would never take bookings again.
He huffed lightly as he walks on the footpath, the road was still damp from the morning rain. The chip-chap sound of his foot mixed with the horns and swooshes of the cars and buses.
“Hey Jeong-”
Jeongin clasped the mouth of his loud friend, who saw him and just decided to scream. He looked around for any unwanted attention.
“Oh shut up,” Jeongin rolled his eyes, “We're in the middle of road.”
“So, what!” Han smiled shamelessly.
“What do you want?” Jeongin walked up ahead.
“Umm what time is your booking?” Han caught up.
“At 7,” He frowned, “Why?”
“Nothing,” Han walked away blowing a kiss, “Happy shift”
“whatever” Jeongin made a ‘disgusting’ face.
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“Mr. Park, He will be there at around 10.”
“How can you be so sure, Ji?”
“I know, he got to work at 7, should be finished by 10.”
For @demigodgirl91...a slight AU, okay maybe a huge au where ani didn’t turn. Enjoy!
The shrill cries of the tiny humans filled Anakin’s ears. His mouth was gaping as he saw the babies. Babies. He couldn’t believe it. There were two of them! How did he not realize?
“There’s...two?” he heard himself whisper.
A tired Padme chuckled. “Would you like to hold them?”
“What?” he queried, stunned.
“Here,” she cooed while handing him their son, “Hold Luke.”
Through a bit of a fuss, Anakin ended up holding the little boy. Padme situated so that Leia was closer to her chest. The Jedi couldn’t help but beam as brightly as the sun when the child clung to his thumb.
“Hi,” he whispered, “It’s-It’s nice to meet you.”
Padme smiled to herself. Without a word, she gently had her husband hold their daughter as well. It had been awhile since she had seen him so flustered.
“Hey there princess,” Anakin muttered, gently sitting on the bed, “My princess Leia.”
He beamed at his beautiful children. He had no idea he could feel so happy.
Here we are, week 22! There are so many wonderful fics and writers out there that deserve some love, and this is what that is for. Go check them out, leave a like or reblog, but show ‘em some appreciation. They’ve earned it.
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PSA: I will not be adding fics onto the list that are pure smut. If it is hinted at, then that it is okay, and if it is in a series works I will just skip that chapter.
Dean x Reader
Tease by @sdavid09
Just a Dream by @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki
All I Ask by @you-are-not-in-my-contacts-list
The World Gets In Your Way by @nichelle-my-belle
New Arrival - Daddy!Dean by @supernaturallymarvellous
It’s Not Fair by @chelsea-winchester
Good To You (Pt. 20) by @quiddy-writes
Two Beds by @imadeangirl-butimsamcurious
Where It All Began (College AU): Apartment Hunting by @supernatural-jackles
Sam x Reader
You’re My Superhero by @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms
Time Moved On by @impala-dreamer
The Babysitter by @revwinchester
One Last Dance by @megansescape
The One with the Boobies by @notnaturalanahi
Cas x Reader
Mysterious Black Substance by @castielxreaders
Finding An Excuse by @thegreatficmaster
Crowley x Reader
The Game of Love by @roxy-davenport
RPF/OC
Accidents Happen (Jared x Reader) by @impalaimagining
Girlfriend? (Pt. 3) (Jared x Taylor) by @impalaimagining
Destination Ackles (Jensen x Reader) by @creatively-charlie
Whiskey and You (Jensen x Reader) by @iwriteaboutdean
Lifetime Of Firsts: First Meetings (Matt x Nini) by @thegreatficmaster
Request: I was wondering if you could do a one shot where Dean takes his estranged teenaged son Jack on a weekend hunting trip. Ever since the death of Deans pregnant wife Jessie, his relationship with his son has been nearly non existent.
Pairing: none (Dean and OC)
Word Count: 3,100ish
Warnings: mentions of death, language
A/N: This is the first non-reader insert I’ve done (trying to get out of my comfort zone some) and took a few liberties with it...
Dean knew this was a mistake from the start. Why did he ever even offer to do this when neither of them wanted to be there?
Maybe because Jack was all Dean had left and he had to fight to keep him too.
Sam had a wife and three year old son, a girl on the way. Dean was happy about that. Sam deserved to be happy. Cas had found a friend, an angel friend that treated him well and even if it wasn’t called marriage by angel rules, they were forever. Dean was happy about that. Cas deserved to be happy.
Dean wasn’t so sure he deserved to be happy.
He’d been happy for a little while. The decision to retire wasn’t an easy one but it wasn’t hard either. None of them were getting any younger and Dean knew his older guy charm wouldn’t last forever.
He hadn’t expected when the pretty blonde turned around to recognize the face. Not his first love but she was the second. First girl he’d ever legitimately bought a drink for, not to get in her pants but because Dean needed an excuse to talk to her more.
Just over sixteen years it’d been. Jessie, a single mom with a sixteen year old. Dean thought they’d been careful that night but there was always the chance of an accident happening anyways. He just happened to be that accident.
She wasn’t hurt or upset. She told him Jack was the best thing that ever happened to her. She knew about the hunting and knew it best to keep them separate from that life.
Dean was still as in love with her as ever only now he had a horrifying guilt. He was that guy, the love ‘em and leave ‘em who left Jessie alone to raise a kid. Somehow, she managed to not make it hurt as much with just a few kind words. Dean had been drifting around for a few weeks, unsure of where to go and decided to stick around, try to apologize for the wrong he did.
Dean was more nervous than Jack when they met, that was for sure. Dean knew every thought his son had about him and he didn’t blame him one bit. Jack couldn’t help but be a little in awe, looking at Dean, noticing they had the same eyes, that their hair curled up the same direction. He hadn’t quite hit his growth spurt yet but the little, lean guy looked hopefully that maybe he’d get some of Dean’s other genes to kick in.
It was easy with Jessie, Dean sliding into their lives like he belonged. Soon enough they were doing the whole living together, married, kid on the way thing. Dean always kept an eye on Jack though, wanted him to feel included, that he was always wanted by Dean.
Dean never expected Jack to ever feel the same way, he just couldn’t. Too many years of neglect and pain couldn’t be washed away like that. But Dean saw that Jack was excited for his mom and the newbie on the way.
Until it was Dean and Jack, driving home in Baby from the cemetery, neither saying a word. Half their family was gone and Jack gave Dean a look that said as soon as he was out of high school and off to college, Dean would never see him again.
Dean didn’t realize he’d lose everything that day.
Dean barely saw Jack after that, only in the mornings or at night, only in the brief times when he came to get his dinner and would take it upstairs to eat. He hit his growth spurt that summer, settling at six foot, just under Dean, his muscles growing and the weight packing on as well when he’d joined football. Dean was never that strong at that age and he wondered in bed one night if Jack was doing it just so he could punch Dean in his face one day.
He’d deserve it anyway.
“How’s school going?” asked Dean, breaking the silence for the first time in hours. Jack ignored him as he listened to his music, staring out the window. Dean reached over and pulled one of the earbuds out. “Uncle Sammy said the Stanford board was impressed by your application.”
“That’s cool, I guess,” said Jack, putting his music back on. Dean wondered how tense this would get when Jack realized his phone wasn’t going to work out in the middle of the forest. Only three days alone with his son, nothing to distract them from one another.
Why was that the scariest thing Dean Winchester had ever faced?
It was another few hours before Dean was pulling into a parking spot on the edge of the forest. He turned off the engine and went over to the small park station while Jack sat in his seat, probably texting his friends that this was cruel and unusual punishment.
“Hey,” said Dean, walking inside. “I called a week ago, said me and my son are going camping and hunting this weekend?”
“Winchesters?” asked the girl behind the counter. Dean nodded and she smiled, pulling out some paperwork. “Here’s you and your son’s hunting licenses,” she said, sliding over the two small cards. “Just sign in with your expected departure date so the guys can come looking if we don’t see that you’ve signed out.”
“You guys do things by the book here, huh?” joked Dean, signing in as he shoved the cards in his back jean pocket.
“You have a weeklong permit so if you decide on more than the three days you or your son can run back and just change it,” she said. Dean had to fight from rolling his eyes. Three days was hard enough. A week and Jack would kill him.
By the time Dean was back at Baby, Jack was waiting outside, his backpack and rifle on the pavement. Dean gave him his license without Jack looking away from his phone. Dean sighed as he pulled out his backpack and shotgun. It was small game season and Dean wasn’t much in the mood to kill anything ever again but that didn’t mean he went unprotected, even in the woods.
“Ready?” asked Dean, locking up baby and stashing his keys in his pack, Jack shoving his phone in one of the pockets. He didn’t say anything but just took off, Dean sighing again as he put on his pack and followed after.
“This looks like a good spot,” said Dean after a few hours, finding a nice clearing that seemed far away from any animals hunting trails. Jack took that as a sign to sit down on a nearby log and slip off his pack, clearly saying Dean was doing all the work.
“Can you fill up some water for us?” asked Dean, tossing him his jug, Jack catching it with ease. “Good reflexes.”
“Whatever,” said Jack, taking both nearly empty jugs to the nearby stream.
“Well he spoke at the very least,” said Dean to himself, setting about getting the tent in place. Jack was gone only ten minutes but Dean was already done, poking at a fire when he got back.
“How’d you do all that?” said Jack, unable to keep his curiosity from getting the better of him. Dean shrugged.
“I went camping a lot with your uncle and grandpa, got used to moving fast,” said Dean. Jack tossed him his now full jug and Dean caught it with one hand, placing it beside him. Jack sat back on the log, next to Dean, neither saying anything as they rested in silence.
“I don’t really want to go hunting this weekend,” said Jack suddenly, breaking Dean from his haze.
“I know, we don’t have to,” said Dean. “Just needed an excuse.”
“An excuse?” asked Jack, turning to face Dean.
“Yeah, to have the guns,” said Dean, thinking nothing of it. When Jack started to move away he realized he was talking to a normal person, not a hunter. “For protection.”
“Protection from what?” asked Jack, standing and choosing to sit in one of the fold up chairs they’d brought, on the other side of the fire, as far away from Dean as he could get.
“Anything that could want to hurt you, Jack,” said Dean, poking at the fire again.
“You realize that’s pretty fucked up?” he said, Dean’s head snapping up.
“You realize this is the longest you’ve held a conversation with me in a year?” said Dean. “Now that’s fucked up. I’ve always been the fucked up one in this kid. Go ahead and hate me and think I’m some psycho for wanting you to be safe and just go hiking, do what you want this weekend. God knows we’re both only out here because Sam thinks I’m depressed and this’ll help, you’re here because he held that recommendation over your head like an ass.”
“He didn’t do that,” said Jack, staring at the fire, much like Dean. “Are you? Depressed?”
“No, Jack, I’m fine,” said Dean, standing and heading into the tent. “Let’s just have dinner.” When Dean came back out with a few over the fire meals, he didn’t expect Jack to be standing there, right in his face.
“You did that with mom a lot,” said Jack, Dean skirting past him and over to the fire. “You did that too.”
“Jack, what do you want me to say?” said Dean. “Do you want me to regret coming back? Fine, I regret it. I should have left you two be. You would have her if I left well enough alone.”
“You regret that I exist, got in the way of you and mom and having the kid you actually wanted, not the accident son,” said Jack, sitting down in the chair.
“If I had known you existed, I would have dropped everything and come running,” said Dean. “I can’t fix that.”
“What changed that mom wouldn’t say two words about you growing up to suddenly you’re welcomed back with open arms?” asked Jack, glaring over with that Winchester stare.
“i won’t ever tell you that,” said Dean, tilting his head. “You have to trust me on this.”
“Trust you? Why the hell should I fucking trust you?” asked Jack, Dean ready to punch something or breakdown, he wasn’t sure.
“It’s the reason there are guns out here, Jack,” said Dean, standing up and pointing at the weapons. “I am protecting you. I will always protect you no matter how much you can’t stand me. There are things you will never know about me, things you can’t ever know for your safety,” said Dean.
“You want me to trust you, tell me one honest thing about yourself, just one,” said Jack, standing up as well, the fire the only thing keeping him from flying one of his fists in Dean’s direction.
“I love you,” said Dean, the words coming out quieter than he’d hoped. “I’m terrified of what happens when you go to college and you kick me out of your life.”
“I don’t love you,” said Jack, the words taking the fight out of Dean. He only nodded and sat back down, not caring that he’d finally broken for good and would have to wait three days to be alone and let it out.
“We should have dinner,” Dean got out, only a small waiver to his voice.
“I knew it, you don’t care,” said Jack, walking over and shoving Dean’s shoulder. “If you cared you’d tell me I’m wrong, that you’d fight for me.”
“I’ve seen this play out before kid, with Sam and your grandpa,” said Dean, Jack looking taken aback. “Grandpa pushed and guess what? Sam left us and they barely got a chance to makeup before he died. Sam was gone, grandpa left me, your grandma, did you even know she died when I was 4? I was alone. I know how to be alone and I’ll do it again. Just because I won’t push you doesn’t mean I won’t spend the rest of my life looking out for you, even if you don’t know it.”
“Good,” said Jack, sitting down next to Dean, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.
“Good what?” asked Dean, watching Jack try to keep it together.
“You care,” he got out before he had to turn his back. Dean let him get it out of his system, putting a hand on his back, rubbing slow circles into it. “Sorry,” he said by the time the food was done, letting Dean catch part of his puffy face.
“You don’t have to apologize,” said Dean, running a hand on Jack’s shoulder tentatively but finding it seemed to calm him down. “Winchester men can be tough as nails but we sure know how to cry.”
“Did you really not have anyone?” asked Jack, taking the tin of food Dean handed him.
“For a little while, yeah,” said Dean, picking at his food. “But I got Sam back. He got me through the bad stuff and there’s been plenty of it.”
“Mom knew about that stuff, didn’t she?” asked Jack, Dean nodding. “Someday, will you tell me?”
“If I say no, are you going to stop talking to me again?” asked Dean, turning the tables on him.
“I want to know about my dad is all,” said Jack, both of them knowing he’d never even come close to calling Dean that. “But I won’t make you.”
“Thanks,” said Dean, eating a forkful, feeling his son’s eyes on him. “Maybe someday alright? I want to see straight A’s this quarter. Or ya know, a glance at your homework every now and then. What do seniors even take nowadays? I had to fake my way through your open house.”
“English, government, some college classes, shop,” said Jack, smiling a bit as he caught Dean’s face. “I’m getting that car someday, gotta know how to take care of her.”
“I am not giving you Baby as a graduation present,” said Dean, pointing at Jack, seeing him smile. God he’d never felt this at ease with own son. He hoped it lasted.
“Um, in the spirit of this new whole talking, father son thing, I should probably tell you I got my early acceptance to Stanford,” said Jack, ducking his head down shyly.
“Come here,” said Dean, hugging Jack, not feeling resistance in it for the first time ever. “I’m so proud of you. Your mom and the little one would be too.”
“Come on, I just got done crying like five minutes ago,” said Jack, burying his head in Dean’s shoulder.
“Alright, here,” said Dean moving away to the small cooler they’d brought. “Now these aren’t allowed here and your mother certainly wouldn’t approve of this, but my boy got into his dream school.” Dean handed over a beer and Jack looked at him a little amazed. “Now pretend you’ve never had one of those and don’t chug it like any self respecting son.”
“I’m not going to leave you ya know. You won’t be alone,” said Jack, Dean’s turn to fight back tears.
“Thanks,” said Dean, kicking at the ground. “Alright, so...we don’t need to have the sex talk right? Like you know how condoms and birth control and all that works right?”
“Yes, god, I had that talk with mom a long time ago,” said Jack, shaking his head.
“Okay, moving on,” said Dean, feeling for Jack to have to have that conversation with his mother. “What do you want to know about me?”
“Everything?” asked Jack, Dean sitting down next to him.
“What do you know about me?” asked Dean and at that moment he’d put Jack in an equally awkward situation. Dean was very much a stranger to him. “Scratch that, let’s talk about why I fell in love with your mom.”
“Where’d you go to school?” asked Jack, turning the tables, knowing Dean was avoiding the questions for fear of revealing something. Dean always knew he’d tell him about the hunting and monsters. But he’d hoped for one more day where his son thought he'd always just been a car mechanic.
“You want the truth?” asked Dean, Jack nodding eagerly. “Grab my bag, there’s a flask of whiskey in there. You’ll need it to get through this.”
Dean had started from the beginning and was surprised at his son’s reaction. After he thought Dean was crazy at first of course. But he simply...understood everything, including Dean’s absence from his life.
“Mom was keeping us safe,” Jack said in his sleeping bag, trying to stay awake to hear more. “My dad’s a fucking badass on top of that.”
“Language,” said Dean, getting an eyebrow raise. “I gotta try to be a parent sometimes kid.”
“You’re a good guy, dad,” said Jack, yawning and shutting his eyes.
“I’m a little concerned that you aren’t more freaked out by this,” said Dean, letting that compliment wash over him and heal things he didn’t know were broken.
“I thought I saw a ghost once. I knew it had to be real,” said Jack. “I was right.”
“I’m glad that was your take away,” said Dean, ruffling his hair, finding it the same lighter shade of blonde his had been years ago. “I’m old, let’s go to bed.”
“You’re like not even 40,” said Jack, raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t remind me that I made you when I was barely of drinking age,” said Dean. “You better be wrapping up if you’re doing that yet. Scratch that, you’re 17. Just keep your hands to yourself for a few years and ask the girl-”
“Dad, stop talking,” said Jack, slapping a hand over Dean’s mouth.
“Hey, you haven’t even heard about my first arrest,” said Dean chuckling as Jack sat up.
“You were arrested?” he asked, his eyes wide. “What did you do?”
“Shoplifting,” said Dean. “Sammy needed some food.”
“I take back every bad thing I’ve ever said or thought about you,” said Jack, Dean sitting up to let Jack pull him into a hug.
“Thank you,” said Dean. “But remember, you’re a teenager so I’ll probably do something to make you hate me in about seven minutes.”
“Dad...” whined Jack, pulling away with a smile. “Annoyed? Yes. Hate? No, never going to do that.”
“Come on, let’s get some sleep and tomorrow we can go on a hike,” said Dean, laying down. “I can tell you all about how grandpa going missing on a hunting trip led to your uncle and me and Cas saving the world more times than we can count.”
“You saved the world? Okay, that’s-”
“Dude, go to sleep before I spoil how I’m besties with God,” said Dean, making sure to get in one more tease.
“You aren’t serious, are you?” asked Jack, his eyes wide as he crawled back into his bag.
“Night Jack. I love you,” said Dean, turning off the lantern.
“Love you too dad.”
For the first night in a long time, Dean knew he was going to be okay.
Hey people! It’s been a minute since I’ve visited. For those who don’t know me (which wouldn’t be too shocking lol), my name’s Dayna and im a friend of Lace. Which reminds me, shoutout to mah girl!!!!!!!!!! She’s awesome sauce mixed with amazeballs. Anyway, yeah, this kinda popped in my head when i was scrollin thru pinterest. It doesn’t have to be the romantical destiel if you dont want it to be, but i aint saying it couldn’t be. I do wanna thank you people for your enthusiasm for me doing another writing. You guys are great...now, to the writing.
Looked over by Lacie
Dean huffed as he closed the motel door. Glancing around, he noticed Sam was still out chasing his own lead. The elder Winchester rolled his shoulders before sitting on the edge of his bed. He let himself fall back into the blankets.
The sound of fluttering wings caused him to peek an eye open. Sure enough, Cas reappeared holding his angel blade. Dean closed his eyes again.
“Everything alright?”
Cas nodded, paused, and then spoke, “Yeah. I figured I’d try and ask some demons.”
“I’m guessing they weren’t exactly forthcoming,” Dean murmured sarcastically.
Cas groaned in agreement. The demons, per usual, were too cocky to give anything up. The pair simultaneously hoped Sam was doing better with his lead. After all, Sammy had a knack for finding another rock to look under.
Realized Cas hadn’t said anything in awhile, Dean opened his eyes again, sitting up. Cas was staring in the direction of the blinds. He appeared morose and lost. This dark expression wasn’t knew to Dean. In fact, the hunter could recall several occasions where the angel had thought no one was looking and allowed himself to feel...something he didn’t enjoy doing.
Dean glanced at the ground, contemplating. He flicked his gaze back to see it hadn’t changed. With that, the man pulled himself off the bed and started walking toward the fridge. He gave Cas a solid pat on his back.
“Alright, sit down.”
Cas knit his brows. “What? Why?”
Dean half smirked. “We’re gonna have a beer.”
“But Dean, I don’t get-”
“Dude.”
Cas swallowed before nodding. In a way, the angel realized what Dean was trying to do. He doubted that he understood just how difficult this could get. Regardless, he knew Dean wouldn’t leave it alone. At least, not since he brought it up. So, he obliged and sat across from Dean at the little kitchen table.
“Here.”
Cas took the open bottle. He watched the condensation drip from the neck of the bottle and down until it cooled his thumb. He kept his gaze low. Dean took a swig before focusing entirely on the angel.
“Alright, what’s going on in that freaky angel head of yours?”
“I...I don’t think you’ll want to know...”
“Why not? Listen, Cas, we’re family. And part of being family is talking about the crap we don’t wanna talk about. So, spit it out.”
Cas made slow eye contact with him. He sighed. “I keep thinking about when I...when I pulled you from Hell...”
“Oh,” was Dean’s quiet reply. Hell was not a pleasant memory, but Cas needed to talk. “What about it?”
Cas’s eyes flicked toward Dean’s covered shoulder. The hunter caught the quick movement with ease. The lightbulb when off in his head.
Cas had to fight through Hell. He held Dean so tightly that he left a mark on his shoulder, a handprint. That handprint signified and reminded Cas off all the battling and struggles he had to get through both in to Hell and leaving Hell.
If he were being honest with himself, Dean hadn’t really thought about that before. The pair had only talked about why the hunter was topside, not how or what were the consequences, just who. The Winchester twirled the bottle in his hand. Cas had moved to staring at the table again. He had yet to sip the bottle.
“You know I remember everything from...there,” Dean whispered.
Cas nodded.
“What do you remember?”
“Dean-”
“No, I’m serious. What happened? What kept you from dropping me?”
Cas met Dean’s gaze with slight shock. “Dean. You know what I was like back then, how I was blindly obedient. All I knew was that you had to be alive.”
Dean nodded. “Yeah sure, orders are orders.” he paused, “Look, sometimes I took orders from my dad and followed through because they were orders. Other times, I had the extra incentive of it involving Sam’s well being.”
“Your point?”
“It was never ‘just an order’,” he finished, “Now tell me, what happened?”
Cas frowned as he finally understood what Dean was trying to get at. He knew what happened; he had all the memories of Hell. He just wanted Cas to talk about, to start healing. The angel took a deep breath that involved moving his shoulder. Dean settled into his chair, patient.
“Well, getting into Hell was a lot easier. Only low level demons were sent after me since no one knew what I was doing. But, then I reached where you were. I knew I had to get you out, so I swung around and wrapped my arms around you. I told you my name. Then I,” he swallowed, knowing he was going to get the worst of it, “I’m the one who gripped you tight and started back upwards...”
Dean listened as Cas spoke of what happened to him that day. In Hell’s time, it was much longer. Topside, it was about three days. Hell time, it was over a year. For some reason, Dean couldn’t remember being rescued, but hearing Cas tell of it, he realized the angel had made sure he didn’t remember the horrors of flying up. Story after story, tale after tale, Dean realized just how colossal it was that Cas had done this successfully...and he lated repeated it with Sam.
Cas was right before, Dean hadn’t shown him enough respect. Now, he would never forget that.
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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 8.5
A/N: Okay, beauties! I have finally found time to get to this again. I hope you enjoy it!
Warnings: None
“You were a what?” Saalia yelled just as Han’s eyes lit up in shock.
“Sanitation?” the smuggler questioned, “Then how do you know how to disable the shields?”
“I don’t. I’m just here to get Rey,” Finn exasperated.
Saalia’s expression softened ever so slightly. A more understanding anger quickly returned when Han started talking again.
“People are counting on us! The galaxy is counting on us!”
“Solo, we’ll figure it out,” Finn tried to ease, “We’ll use the Force!”
“That’s not how the Force works,” Han retorted.
Chewie spoke up with his usual moans. Arching a brow, Han turned toward the Wookie.
“Oh, really? You’re cold?”
“Come on,” Finn urged.
The former stormtrooper hurried ahead of the other three. The politician arched her neck a bit.
“If we live, I’m going to kill him,” she noted.
Han smirked. “Get in line.”
The group of four hurried into the base. Han and Chewie led as the other two took up the rear. Jaw clenched, Saalia gripped her whip’s hilt. She rolled her eyes when a stormtrooper called out before Chewie shot him. Her violet eyes continued to scan the area as she moved to the front of the group.
“The longer we’re here, less luck we’re going to have,” Han stated, “The shields?”
“I have an idea about that,” Finn affirmed.
Saalia listened to Finn, keeping ahead of the group. She had them pause, noting a few more ‘troopers. She clicked her whip. The purple thong crackled with electricity. In a fluid motion, she slid into the open, wrapping her whip around one of them. With a firm grip, she flung the one into the other two. In quick succession, she whipped the helmets off and gave each one a shock. She turned back to the three and nodded.
They continued on, waiting for the attack. Eventually, they made it to where a ‘trooper with chrome armor was walking by. Finn nodded at the person, allowing Chewie to deck them into another passage way. Finn popped up in front of his former boss. He arched a brow.
“Remember me?”
“FN-2187,” she stated.
“Not anymore,” he gloated, “It’s Finn, and I’m in charge. I’m in charge now Phasma. I’m in-”
Han tapped him while Saalia smirked. “Bring it down; bring it down.”
He nodded while looking at the others. “Follow me.”
Hastily, they went to the nearest workstation. Saalia stood outside while Finn forced Phasma to pull down the shields. Only a couple stormtroopers passed by, requiring her skills with the whip. The woman bit her lower lip in thought. She placed a finger to her ear.
“Jess?” she whispered.
“I’m here, Senator,” she responded.
“Saalia will do,” she added with a chuckle, “The shields are almost down…remember our agreement?”
She could hear the smirk. “Loud and clear, ma’am. I’ll update you as much as I can.”
“Thank you.”
Before the comm disconnected, Saalia heard the incoming transmission, “Black Leader, go to sub-lights. On your call.”
Her chest clenched at the familiar voice. “Roger, base–red squad, blue squad, take my lead.”
Before she could hear anymore, the group was pulling Phasma out of the workstation. Saalia quickly followed them to a garbage chute. She arched a humored brow when they threw the captain in. She glanced up at Han.
“Accomplished, I see.”
“Oh yeah,” he replied with a smirk. He sobered his expression. “We got work to do. And fast.”
Saalia smirked. She had heard Poe’s advice and decided to repeat it, “But as long as there’s light, we got a chance.”
The pair nodded solemnly. Looking at Finn, she knew his thoughts were with Rey. She placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. He smirked in thanks. Chewie moaned; both Han and Saalia’s eyes widened. Finn knit his brows.
“Footsteps,” Han explained.
Saalia pushed them forward. “Go! I’m right behind you.”
