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[d-s-winchester]

New Experiences

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Pairing: Jared x Reader Prompt: “I feel like I’m drowning in a bottle of wine.” “There are worse things to drown in.” Word Count: 1,578 Warnings: drinking A/N: I’m in a bit of a Jared crisis so I wrote a thing. Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is awesome! :)

You let out a sigh and slumped back against your couch, pausing the movie on the tv, as you glanced over at the empty bottle of wine and wine glass on your coffee table. It was starting to feel like you had spent every night since your breakup, over a month ago, doing the same thing. Running your hand through your hair you picked up your phone and placed a call to your best friend. She answered on the third ring and you didn’t even bother saying hello, opting to get straight to the point instead. 

“I feel like I’m drowning in a bottle of wine,” you groaned. 

“There are worse things to drown in,” she chuckled. “What’s going on?” 

“I don’t know. I think I’m starting to feel like I can’t get out of this stupid rut. Ever since Jamie left me I’ve spent every night drinking a bottle of wine and watching old rom-coms.”

“Sounds to me like you need to get out and meet new people.” 

“Where? Everyone knows everyone in this stupid small town,” you groaned. 

“So we head to the next town over,” she suggested. “I’m sure there’s new people there.”

“I guess.” 

“Look, it’s still early. Get your mopey ass up off the couch and get ready. I’m picking you up in twenty and we’re gonna drive over there and just pick a random bar, okay?” 

You sighed again before assuring her you would be ready in time. You hung up as you walked to your bedroom, ready to change out of the sweats and hoodie you were wearing and into something much more presentable for a night out. 

You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when your phone buzzed with a text from your friend letting you know she was outside. Letting out a sigh you dropped your lipstick into your purse before grabbing your keys and heading out to your friend’s car.

Fifteen minutes later your friend was parking the car in front of what looked like a popular bar. You glanced at the bar as you climbed out of the car and could immediately tell that the place was packed. You were immediately beginning to regret agreeing to coming out -- in fact you were starting to regret calling your friend about your dilemma in the first place. Pushing the thoughts from your mind you followed your friend into the building and made way for the bar to grab yourself a drink. 

The bartender approached the two of you quickly and you ordered your drinks. Once the glass of wine was placed in front of you you glanced around the room. You were suddenly painfully aware of how long it had been since you’d done this and how out of practice you were. You had no idea how to go about meeting new people anymore, let alone meet a new guy, which -- if you were being honest with yourself -- was the real reason you wanted to get off the couch and go out. 

“It’s gonna be fine Y/N/N,” your friend assured you. “Why don’t we go play some pool once one of the tables open up? That way you can loosen up a bit and get in the ‘meeting people’ zone.” 

You nodded in agreement and sipped at your drink as you kept an eye on the pool table, waiting for it to free up. It only took a few minutes before the two of you made your way back toward the table. You reached for two cues while your friend went to grab the rack to get the table set up. 

“Um, excuse me? But we were slotted to play next,” you heard a man’s voice behind you and you turned to see a tall man with short sandy brown hair talking to your friend. 

“Sorry, but we got here first,” your friend replied with a smile.

“Yeah, but we were up next,” he said, gesturing to a signup board that both you and your friend failed to notice in your rush to start playing.

“Oh, our bad,” she said, handing him the rack. 

“Sorry about him,” you heard next to you and looked over to see an extremely tall man standing next to you. “He just got out of a pretty bad relationship and he’s having a bad night. Normally he’s not this rude.” 

“It’s fine,” you smiled, looking up at him. You faltered momentarily when you noticed just how attractive this giant of a man was. “I know a little something about bad breakups.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said, frowning a little. “I’m Jared, by the way. That’s Jensen, over there.” 

“Y/N,” you replied with a smile. “And my friend over there is Jess.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, returning the smile, as his friend was beckoning him over to the table. “Maybe I’ll see you again later.” 

You let out a nervous chuckle as Jared headed over to his friend, adjusting the beanie on his head as he went. 

“Well, that guy is an asshole,” Jess huffed when she reached you. 

“He just went through a bad breakup,” you offered. “Jared -- his friend -- told me.” 

You didn’t miss the smirk Jess gave you and you slapped her arm playfully as you shook your head and made your way back to the bar for another glass of wine. You hung out with Jess at the bar for the next hour, occasionally glancing over at Jared and Jensen at the pool table, your glances not going unnoticed by your friend. 

“Just go over and talk to him,” she suggested, taking a sip of her beer. 

“No,” you chuckled. “I’m not going over there and interrupting their game.” 

“I don’t think he’d mind,” she replied with a smirk. “He’s been looking over here almost as much as you’ve been looking over there.” 

“I doubt that,” you said, shaking your head as you finished off your glass of wine. 

“I swear,” she said. “But you don’t need to take my word for it because they’re coming over here.” 

“What?!” You said, choking on your drink. 

Sure enough, just as you started coughing, you heard the two men approach you and Jess. 

“I just wanted to come over and apologize for earlier,” Jensen said. “Normally, I’m not so much of a jerk. It’s just been a bad day.” 

“Bad day is an understatement,” Jared chuckled. “Anyway, we want to make it up to you guys. What are you drinking.” 

You had finally managed to get your coughing fit under control and were able to give Jared your drink order. He flagged down the bartender and placed the order and the four of you made small talk while you waited for your drinks. Once they arrived you took a sip in an attempt to gather your thoughts. 

“Thanks for the drink,” you smiled. 

“It was the least I could do since you lost out on your pool game,” he said, sitting down on the barstool next to yours. 

After that the conversation flowed easily. You talked about your lives and got to know each other as best you could with the loud music and bar chatter happening around you. Before you knew it almost two hours had passed and it was getting far too late for you to be out considering you had work in the morning. Jess was deep in conversation with Jensen but you managed to catch her eye and silently convey that it was time to leave. 

“Well, we hate to cut this short, gentlemen,” Jess said, waving down the bartender for your tab. “But, we both have work early and need to get home.” 

Jared did his best to hide his disappointment and once Jess paid the tab, offered to walk you out to the car. You agreed, not quite ready to leave him just yet and mentally cursing the late hour and your early shift the next day. Jess and Jensen walked slightly ahead of you, trying to give you and Jared as much privacy as possible, and made it to the car just as you and Jared walked out of the bar. 

“I had a really great time with you tonight, Y/N,” Jared said with a small smile. 

“I did too,” you agreed, attempting to hide the blush you could feel creeping up your cheeks. 

“I don’t want to be too forward here, but I’d love to get to know you better -- without the loud crowd around,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Are you free tomorrow night? For dinner?” 

There was no stopping the blush now, or the grin spreading across your face for that matter. 

“Absolutely,” you nodded. “I get out at six. Let me give you my number.” 

He handed you his phone and you entered your number and handed it back to him. He promised he would text you the next day with a time to pick you up and you said your goodbyes. You made your way to Jess’s car and climbed in, unable to hide your grin. Once you buckled your seatbelt Jess looked over at you and smirked.

“Oh, just shut up and drive,” you chuckled and she pulled away from the curb. 

The entire drive back to your apartment you couldn’t stop thinking about how your night had turned out or hide your excitement about what the following night had in store for you.

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[percywinchester27]

The missing belt

Pairing: Jared X Reader

Word count: 615

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Jared had barely made it in time for the panel, and when he had, he'd been sweating and panting, which definitely raised a few eyebrows from Rob and Rich who introduced the panel. Their questioning looks immediately changed to smirks the moment you appeared on the right said of the stage. The messed up hair, and out of order buttons of your blouse left very little to the imagination about what had happened.

"Score, Y/N," Rich muttered as he walked past you, while Rob giggled. You blushed a furious shade of red but otherwise made no attempt to argue. What was the point? 

It had been a while since you had accompanied Jared to conventions. Not that you were a regular, but in the 5 years since you'd been dating him, you had attended a select few. Usually you loved to stay back and let him do his thing without having to worry about you. Conventions meant a lot of running for him, and you would absolutely hate it if he had to be torn between you and the fans, if he had to keep back peddling to check on you all the time. There was also the matter of you being extremely shy.

But this time was different. It hadn't even been a week since you had married him, and the schedule of the convention had lead you to postpone your honeymoon so that the two of you were leaving right after the convention. It was all fine with you, but the fact that you were now Mrs. Padalecki, made it very hard for either of you to keep your hands off the other, which might explain your current state… and also why a certain wardrobe on the venue was all messed up on the insides.

A very flustered young lady stepped up for the first question, and Jared winked at her. "Hey Sweetheart!"

She blushed even harder. Poor girl.

"I have something to show you," she said and then immediately giggled as she handed her tab to one of the volunteers, who walked up to the stage and handed it to Jared. It didn't miss your attention that the volunteer was trying her best to not burst into laughter herself.

Jared took the tab, looked at it with wide eyes and then put on his best offended face as he turned the tablet towards the screen to reveal a manip of him and Jensen in only their Jeans, standing close enough to make their intentions perfectly clear. You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up your throat and for a second Jared's eyes flickered towards you, but his offended expression did not slip.

"What is this?" He asked the fan seriously, and her smile slipped a little. But you knew your husband better and he did not disappoint.

The spark returned to his eyes. "This is so wrong," he continued. "Listen, I never wear jeans without a belt."

The entire hall burst into laughter as Jared raised the tablet over his head towards the camera so the picture could be seen on the screen behind him.

"Ummm… Jared?" The girl asked again timidly. "You are not wearing a belt right now."

Jared looked down to check, before understanding lit his face. He laughed a short laugh, while running his fingers through his hair. "See, I knew you were gonna ask that question, so I decided to throw you off."

The girl giggled and thanked Jared before stepping off.

As they proceeded to the next question, Jared looked at you and winked once quickly. Both of you knew exactly where the belt was- On the floor of the dusty wardrobe two corridors behind.

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[d-s-winchester]

Chance Encounters

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Prompt: “It’s Friday night! We should be out, I don’t know, partying with the homies.” Pairing: Jared x Reader Word Count: 1,693 Warnings: none? A/N: For my debut back from hiatus I decided to go with some Jared! I barely have any on my master list so I’m trying to change that lol. This is also the first fic in my series of one shots for my two year blogiversary challenge, this one being the quote from Gilmore Girls! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is awesome! :)

You sat down on the couch next to your roommate, setting the bowl of popcorn down between you, before turning on the TV. It seemed like this had become the routine lately. With neither you or Casey being in relationships you found yourselves having movie nights almost every weekend, the only exceptions being if either of you got invited to what seemed like the infinite engagement parties happening.

 You pressed play on the romantic comedy the two of you had settled on and started another night of movie watching. Halfway through the movie Casey grabbed the remote and pressed pause. Knowing you’d both seen this movie a thousand times, meaning there was no need to pause for bathroom breaks, you looked over at Casey confused.

 “I’m sick of this,” she huffed.

 “Sick of what?”

 “This!” she said gesturing to the state you were both in, “It’s Friday night! We should be out, I don’t know, partying with the homies.”

 “Homies?” You snorted, “If you forgot, all of our homies are engaged or in some seriously committed relationships.”

 “So why don’t we go out and make some new friends,” she suggested, “or at least go out and find some guys to buy us drinks? It sucks that we spend practically every night in this apartment watching movies we’ve already seen.”

 “I don’t know…” you sighed.

 “Oh, come on, Y/N/N,” she said, standing from the couch, “give me one legitimate reason why we shouldn’t go out and I will sit back down and we can continue on with Sleepless in Seattle.”

 You thought about it for a few minutes trying to think of something but you were coming up short. She was right. There was absolutely no reason for you to stay in the apartment all night if you didn’t absolutely have to.

 “See, there’s no reason,” Casey stated, “so get off your butt and go get changed. We’re going out.”

 You couldn’t argue with her, so you turned off the TV and put the popcorn bowl in the sink before heading to your room to get changed.

 Jared was exhausted from all the traveling, and even though he always arrived in convention cities a few days early specifically to go out and unwind somewhere new, all he wanted to do was put on some sweats and watch TV before passing out in his hotel bed.

 “Not happening, dude,” Jensen said when Jared voiced his plans for the evening, “we’ve got people to meet up with and I think we deserve a night out.”

 “I’m not saying we don’t, I’m just saying we should do it tomorrow instead,” he countered.

 “Nope,” Jensen insisted, “when we get to the hotel, you’re gonna shower and get dressed and then we’re going out. Don’t make me drag you to the car.”

 Jared sighed and nodded, he knew there was no sense in arguing with his friend over this. He told himself that he would go out to the bar and have maybe two drinks before excusing himself to go back to the hotel and get some much needed sleep.

 The bar was packed when you and Casey arrived and, even though you knew you shouldn’t be sitting at home on a Friday night, part of you wanted to go back home and avoid the crowd. You knew Casey would never allow that to happen so you put on a brave face and followed your friend through the packed room toward the bar.

 After getting your drinks you found somewhere to stand and tried to make conversation with random people around you but nothing seemed to be working. Everyone was coupled up and the guys who weren’t were complete douche bags. It was starting to seem like going out was a terrible idea and after your third drink both you and Casey were thinking it was time to head home.

 It was as you were walking toward the bar to pay your tab that Casey spotted them. Two tall, handsome, seemingly single men, talking to each other having some drinks.

 “We’re staying,” Casey said before telling the bartender to bring them another round of drinks.

 “What? Why?”

 You really wanted to go home and you were sure there was no good reason for you to stay there anymore.

 “That’s why,” she said, pointing over to the two men as discreetly as possible.

 You had to admit the two men Casey had pointed out were good looking, extremely good looking if you were being honest with yourself, but you weren’t exactly sure if they were reason enough for you to stay.

 Seeing the look on your face, Casey sighed, and nudged you with her elbow. “Let’s go talk to them. If it’s a bust I promise we can go home after these drinks.”

 Deciding that you might as well give it a shot because you were already out, you nodded and Casey pulled you into a side hug before grabbing your fresh drinks from the bar. She handed you the beer bottle and lead you through the mass of people toward the two men.

 Not wanting to be too obvious about your intentions you and Casey stood next to them, talking amongst yourselves, hoping they’d notice you first and start up a conversation. When that clearly wasn’t working Casey casually bumped into the man next to her, slightly spilling her drink.

 “I am so sorry!” she apologized quickly, turning to face the men.

 “Don’t worry about it,” the shorter of the two replied, “it’s packed in here.”

 “It really is,” Casey agreed, “I’m Casey by the way and this is my friend, Y/N.”

 You smiled and gave a small wave.

 “Jensen,” he replied, “this is my buddy, Jared.”

 The taller of the two nodded and smiled, his eyes meeting yours. You were caught off guard by how handsome Jared was and as you were standing there it was apparent he was far more good looking up close than he was from where you saw him from across the bar.

 You weren’t sure what to say to either of the men, being far more shy than Casey was, but it seemed that you would have to figure out something to say to Jared as he came to stand next to you because Casey was caught in conversation with Jensen.

 Jared wasn’t entirely sure what to say to Y/N either. He’d seen you earlier in the night when he arrived at the bar and immediately found you attractive but between meeting up with friends and the sheer amount of people in the place he hadn’t found a chance to talk to you, and now that he had one he was freezing up.

 He knew he had to say something. The two of you couldn’t spend the entire night standing there in silence. He cleared his throat. “You live around here?”

 “Uh, yeah,” you said, meeting his eyes again -- god they were the most brilliant shade of hazel that you’d ever seen, a beautiful combination of blues, greens, greys and browns -- clearing your throat, “lived here my whole life, actually. Did you just move here? We come to this bar a lot and I haven’t seen you around.”

 “Actually, no,” he replied, “I’m here for work and I got in a few days early. Jensen and I came here to meet up with some friends but they already headed home.”

 You nodded before taking a sip of your drink. “What do you do?”

 “I’m an actor,” he replied.

 “No way! That’s awesome! In town for filming then, I suppose.”

 “Actually no,” he chuckled, almost thankful that she didn’t recognize him, it made talking to her that much easier. “Jensen and I are doing a convention for the show we work on.”

 “A convention? Sounds interesting. What show?”

 “Uh, Supernatural. Ever heard of it?”

 “I think my sister watches it, but I’ve never seen it,” you admitted, “sorry.”

 He laughed a little, a sound you were immediately sure you wanted to hear for the rest of your life, and smiled. “Don’t worry about it.”

 You spent the better part of the next hour and a half talking to Jared, the both of you getting to know each other, and you found that you genuinely liked him. He was funny, smart, and the right amount of goofy. All in all you were pretty sure he was absolutely perfect. As the night was coming to an end you found yourself not wanting to leave.

 Jared and Jensen walked you and Casey out to the cab you’d called and you were shocked to find yourself upset about having to leave Jared.

 “I had a great time meeting you tonight,” you said with a smile.

 “Me too,” he agreed, smiling as well.

 You went to get into the cab when Jared stopped you. “I don’t have to work until early Sunday morning, would you maybe want to grab dinner with me tomorrow night?”

 “I’d love that,” you grinned.

 You exchanged numbers and he pulled you in for a tight hug, promising to text you in the morning with details for your date, before letting you get into the cab and watching it drive away.

 “Bet you’re glad you came out tonight now,” Jensen grinned at his friend as they headed for the SUV waiting for them.

 “Yeah,” Jared grinned, “I am.”

 You couldn’t stop smiling as you and Casey walked back into your apartment.

 “I’d say we had some success with our new homies tonight,” Casey laughed.

 “I’d say you’re absolutely right.”

 You said good night to your friend and headed back to your room. Once you were in your favorite pajamas and comfortable in your bed you let your mind wander to Jared. You were more than excited about your date with him the following evening and you had to admit that Casey had been right about not spending the night on the couch -- and you were sure as hell happy you didn’t fight her on leaving the apartment. If you had you would never have met the man who you were sure was going to end up being the love of your life.

[d-s-winchester]

Deadly Secrets

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Part Ten

Master List

Pairing: Jared x Reader Word Count: 1,144 Warnings: language, murder, homicide, murder-related details A/N: This is the final part, my loves! Thank you SO SO SO SO SO much for all of your love and support with this story, it means the world to me. Italics are flashbacks. Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is crucial! :)

Jared sat with bated breath as he waited for Grayson to confess to killing her, what came out of the suspect’s mouth, however, was not what Jared was expecting.

 “I killed Bailey Parker.”

 Jared’s eyes went wide and Grayson continued.

 “She was cheating on me, with three of my friends and I couldn’t have that. So yeah, I killed her. You happy now detective?”

 Jared was far from happy. Although it was a good thing that they at least had Grayson for the murder of Bailey Parker he needed the man to admit to killing her. He needed to hear the truth from him if there was ever going to be any closure.

 “Not quite.”

 Jared pulled two pictures from the folder in front of him, one of Bailey wearing the bracelet, the other of the crime scene where the bracelet among her thing scattered across the floor. He placed them in front of Grayson, side by side -- the same way he’d presented them to Misha earlier that day-- and pulled a small evidence bag from his pocket. He placed the bag containing the bracelet on the table right above the pictures and leaned back in his seat once again.

 “That’s the bracelet you gave Bailey Parker, is it not? The one that belonged to your mother?”

 Grayson stared at the evidence in front of him, looking more than shocked, and nodded.

 “Yeah, so?”

 “Care to explain to me why that bracelet, the one you were so adamant to get back, that we couldn’t find anywhere after Bailey’s body was found was among Y/N’s things the night she was murdered?”

 Grayson’s eyes kept flitting from the evidence in front of him to Jared, clearly at a loss for what to say.

 She walked into Grayson’s house, completely unaware of what was about to happen. When she noticed that the house was dark she called out for him. When he didn’t answer she was hoping this wasn’t some kind of trap and she found herself wishing she had her gun on her. Rounding the corner to his bedroom she pulled out her phone and called Jared. The second she saw him sitting on the bed, however, she cancelled the call and shoved her phone into the back pocket of her jeans.

 “I was starting to think you left without me.”

 She gave him an uneasy smile and he laughed.

 “Nah, baby, was just waiting for you to get here. You took longer than normal.”

 “I got hung up at work.”

 He just noticed and stood. He started walking toward her, a menacing look in his eye. She was suddenly scared. More scared than she had ever been in her life and she was wishing she hadn’t hung up the phone before. There was no way she could discreetly dial Jared now though, it would be too obvious.

 “You sure you weren’t messing around with that cop?”

 She wasn’t sure where he’d pulled it from but before she could comprehend what was happening the knife was pressed firmly against her throat and he was walking her backward to the bed.

 “Listen, Gray, I can explain.”

 Her knees hit the mattress and she fell backwards onto it. He climbed on top of her, straddling her, using his knees to pin her arms to her sides -- effectively preventing her from fighting him off.

 “Nothing to explain, sweetheart. You’ve been fucking him and I don’t know for how long but I’ll tell ya that kind of shit doesn’t fly with me.”

 “I wasn’t. I swear.”

 “Liar!”

 He pulled his phone out of his pocket and she tried to free herself. This was a mistake, he just pressed the knife more firmly against her neck. In second he was shoving his phone into her face, a picture of her and Jared sharing a kiss as they left a restaurant was the only thing she saw.

 “Want to try and explain that?”

 “If you just let me go,” she pleaded.

 He just smirked at her and removed the knife from her neck. For a split second she thought he was actually going to let her go, but she was sadly mistaken. He lifted the knife and plunged it straight into her stomach. A scream ripped from her throat and he pulled the blade from her abdomen. The blood started flowing and there was nothing she could do to stop it. He climbed off of her then and she tried to sit up. She was determined to get out of there and get back to Jared, even if she died trying.

 She stood, briefly, before he was lunging at her again. This time the knife landed a few inches above the last stab wound and she collapsed onto the bed again. She started coughing up blood and before she could even register what was happening he was stabbing her repeatedly.

 She was finally starting to feel numb. She could practically feel her life leaving her as she watched Grayson leave the room. She was unable to move. All she could think about was Jared and how badly she wanted to get back to him. As she watched Grayson walk away she noticed the bracelet fall from his pocket. The last thought she had before everything went black was that at least Jared would have the evidence he needed to lock Grayson away for life.

 “Fine, I killed her. But let me tell you, that lying bitch fucking deserved it and I would do it again. No bitch cheats on me and gets away with it.”

 At his words Jared saw nothing but red. He stood with the table so abruptly he managed to push it into Grayson a few inches. His fist was raised but before he could act on his impulsions Misha was barging into the room and pulling him back.

“Jared, relax. We got him. It’s over. I can take it from here.”

 Jared nodded at his friend, his chest heaving, and he walked out of the room without a second glance. The second he was back at his desk, while Misha was getting Grayson to formally write down and sign his confession, Jared finally took a deep breath. He let a few tears fall and he didn’t care who was around to see it.

 It was finally over, he had the closure he needed. He wiped the tears from his face and took another deep breath before picking up the phone. He placed a call to Jensen, to let him know that Grayson was finally behind bars, and once he hung up he immediately booked a flight to California.

Jensen was right, he needed to get out of here, and now that everything was said and done -- even though he knew he would still miss her terribly -- he would finally have the time to heal.

[d-s-winchester]

Deadly Secrets

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Part Five

Master List

Pairing: Jared x Reader Word Count: 1,236 Warnings: language, drinking, angst, fighting A/N: Part five is here! Italics are flashbacks. If you’d like to be tagged let me know, in an ask (it’s the best way for me to keep track)! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is crucial! :)

Jared’s head was spinning when he woke to the sound of his phone ringing. He’d had his fair share of drinks after coming home the night before and he was paying for it in that moment. He glanced at the clock as he reached for his phone and noticed that it was well past noon. Without even looking at the caller ID, wanting to shut the ringing up, he swiped and answered the call.

 “Hello?”

 “He’s out.”

 Jared sat up in bed, trying to comprehend what Misha was telling him, suddenly very much awake.

 “What do you mean he’s out, Mish?”

 He heard his friend let out a sigh before answering.

 “We tried everything, but there just wasn’t enough evidence to hold him. We brought him in for a traffic violation, it wasn’t like we could lock him up for that.”

 “Damn it!”

 “I know you’re pissed --”

 “Pissed is an understatement.” Jared said through gritted teeth.

 “I get it, ok. I just thought you should know. Take the day to get yourself together and maybe in a few days we can figure something out and get him back here.”

 “He’s gonna be playing straight laced for a while, he knows we’re on to him.”

 “Yeah, I know. Just take it easy, Jar. Don’t do anything stupid.”

 “Yeah, fine. Whatever.”

 “I mean it, Jared. Don’t go looking for him, you could lose your badge if you make one wrong move.”

 “Yeah, I get it. I won’t do anything stupid.”

 Misha promised he would call if anything changed and Jared disconnected the call. He flopped back onto the bed and let out a frustrated groan. He knew if that bastard was out on the streets he wouldn’t be doing anything that could possibly get him arrested again, it was too risky. Jared couldn’t help but lose a little faith. A guy like Grayson Freely knew how to cover his tracks and Jared was absolutely certain that he wouldn’t be crossing paths with the man, inside the precinct or out, for a long time.

 Seeing as he promised Misha he wouldn’t go looking for Grayson, Jared took his time getting out of bed and getting a move on with his day. He took a shower and had some lunch before settling himself down on the living room couch with his laptop open. He sifted through the information he had on the case and tried looking for anything that could land Grayson back in holding. He may have promised Misha that he wouldn’t go out looking for him but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try without leaving his house.

 After a few hours of finding nothing and getting more frustrated by the minute, Jared decided to get out of the house. Knowing he still had some time before the local goodwill closed he gathered up the last of the boxes containing her things and loaded them into his car. He dropped them off just before closing and decided to take the long way home. As he drove he passed the bar he always used to frequent and pulled into the parking lot.

 He hadn’t been there since before she died. He was subconsciously avoiding it, it held too many memories, but after the last few days he needed a familiar place -- bad memories or not -- and realistically it beat sitting at home and drinking alone. He hoped that being at a place like this would find him running into old friends, which would keep his mind off of everything that was currently plaguing it.

 When he walked into the dimly lit bar he searched the crowd for a familiar face. Not seeing one he let out a sigh and took a seat at the bar. He wasn’t sitting there long when the bartender asked him what he wanted. He gave him his order and once the beer was placed in front of him the bartender gave his condolences.

 “She was a great girl,” the bartender offered with a small smile.

 “Yeah, she really was.”

 Her laughter was contagious. Jared was fairly certain what he said wasn’t even all that funny but she was cracking up, practically falling off the barstool, and that had him laughing loudly right along with her.

 “God, I love you.”

 The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. She stopped laughing and stared at him, placing her beer on the bar, a smile forming on her lips.

 “What did you just say?”

 Figuring there was no turning back now, he meant it and it was out in the open, he smiled back.

 “I love you.”

 She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his. It took him a second to comprehend what was happening, but once he did he was kissing her back with force.

 “Good,” she smiled when she pulled away from him, “‘cause I love you too.”

 He grinned at her before motioning for the bartender to bring them another round of drinks.

 Jared finished his beer and ordered another, letting his eyes scan the room as he waited, when the door to the bar opened. Jared felt the anger bubbling up inside him at the sight of Grayson Freely walking into the bar. Grayson walked up to the bar, opposite Jared, and ordered a drink. After the drink was placed in front of him, he took a sip and smirked at Jared.

 Hearing Misha’s voice in his head, Jared did his best to keep calm as he watched Grayson walk away from the bar and sit down at one of the tables in the far corner. All he wanted to do was get up and punch him square in the face, but he knew that wouldn’t do any good. Instead he pulled out his phone and tried to focus his attention on anything else.

 It worked, for the most part, for the better part of two hours. Even though Jared didn’t act on his feelings that didn’t stop him from glancing in Grayson’s direction every few minutes. He wanted to keep a close eye on the man and it was working out well so far. It wasn’t too much longer before Grayson took up the seat next to Jared at the bar and ordered himself another drink.

 “Ya know,” Grayson said, not even bothering to look at Jared, “she mentioned this bar a couple of times. Doesn’t seem like her type of place, but then again, according to you I didn’t really know her.”

 Jared lost it then. Hearing him talk about her, something snapped. He grabbed Grayson by the collar and slammed him into the wall behind them.

 “You’ve got no right to talk about her.” Jared seethed.

 “Something you want to tell me, detective?”

 Realizing that he was doing exactly what Misha told him not to, Jared released his grip on Grayson and took a step back. The next thing he knew, his head was snapping to the side and blood was coming out of his mouth. Without a second thought Jared cocked his arm back and hit the other man square in the jaw. The room erupted in shouts as the two men tackled each other to the ground, throwing punches left and right.

Not focusing on anything but giving Grayson Freely the beating he rightfully deserved, Jared didn’t hear the bartender place a call to the police.

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Deadly Secrets

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Part Eight

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Pairing: Jared x Reader Word Count: 1,291 Warnings: language A/N: Part eight is here! Italics are flashbacks. If you’d like to be tagged let me know, in an ask (it’s the best way for me to keep track)! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is crucial! :)

The first thing Jared did when he woke up the next morning was place a call to Misha. Knowing that he needed to close this case had him certain that he would be able to find something in both hers and Bailey Parker’s case files. Misha agreed that they could go over the case files again and told him to come by his place where they could work without interruptions. Jared told Misha he would be there in an hour and disconnected the call.

 After a quick shower and a much needed cup of coffee, Jared got dressed and headed to Misha’s house. When he arrived Misha’s wife, Caroline, answered the door and greeted him with a hug. She informed him that Misha was in the den and Jared made his way through the house. He found Misha right where Caroline said he would be, the case files open on the table in front of him.

 “Not sure what you’re hoping to find,” Misha said as Jared took a seat next to him on the couch, “we’ve been through these files a hundred times.”

 “I know, but I’ve got a feeling we missed something. I know there’s something there.”

 Misha nodded and slid her case file over to Jared and he immediately started pulling the crime scene pictures from the folder. He spread them out on the table in front of him and both men set to work scanning the pictures for anything they could have missed. They were at it for hours before Jared thought he finally found something. He was scrutinizing one of the photos of the the items strewn across the bedroom floor when he noticed something he hadn’t picked up on before. Mixed in with the contents of her purse, that were strewn all across the floor, was a silver chain link bracelet with a small heart dangling from one of the chains.

 “I think I’m finally on to something,” she said as she pulled the pots and pans out of the cabinet to start dinner.

 “Really?”

 Jared was leaning against the doorway, sipping a beer, watching her as she pulled the ingredients from the fridge.

 “Yeah. The things he’s been saying have me thinking there’s something he’s hiding.”

 “Like what?”

 She started chopping an onion as she answered him.

 “Remember that bracelet of Bailey Parker’s that he gave her?” she asked looking over at Jared, he nodded prompting her to continue, “Well remember how we combed the crime scene top to bottom numerous times and couldn’t find it?”

 Jared nodded again, taking another sip of his beer, hoping that she had actually found some information or maybe even the bracelet itself. It was the one piece of evidence they were holding out on that could prove he was the one who killed her.

 “Well,” she said, depositing the onions into a pan with butter, “he keeps bringing it up. Not the bracelet specifically, but he keeps telling me that he has a gift for me. Something that was really special to him, that belonged to his mother.”

 “What makes you think it’s the bracelet?”

 “Remember how when you brought him in for questioning after Bailey’s body was found? He kept asking what happened to the bracelet because it was his mother’s and he wanted it back. Unless he has a slew of his mother’s old jewelry lying around that’s the only thing I think it could be.”

 “It makes sense. If you found it that could break this case wide open.”

 “I know,” she said excitedly as she started working on the chicken, “I’ve tried looking for it when he leaves me alone in the apartment but I haven’t been able to find anything. I’m thinking he keeps it on him at all times. As much as he seems to believe that I am who I say I am I don’t think he fully trusts me yet.”

 “Well let’s hope you’re right and he gives it to you soon,” Jared sighed, “as badly as I want to get this guy behind bars and get justice for Bailey I want you home and not having to deal with him more.”

 “I know,” she said, stopping what she was doing to kiss him quickly, “I want that too. Fingers crossed this whole thing can be over soon.”

 Jared continued to stare at the picture, almost certain that the bracelet he was staring at was the one they were looking for. If he was right this was the missing link they’d needed all this time.

 “Pass me Bailey’s file.”

 Misha handed over the folder and Jared flipped through it until he found the picture he was looking for. Bailey Parker was standing next to Grayson Freely, smiling brightly, a drink in her hand. There it was, clear as day, hanging from her wrist -- the bracelet. Jared picked up the picture from the crime scene he’d been looking at and held it next to the picture of Bailey. He placed the pictures next to each other on the table so that the bracelets were right next to each other and turned to Misha.

 “Does that look like the same bracelet to you?”

 Misha looked down at the pictures and his eyes went wide. He looked over at Jared who couldn’t help but smile at the fact that they’d finally found something that cracked this case wide open. Misha immediately picked up his phone and called the captain. Once he got the ok from his boss, the two men stood from the table and grabbed their things. After saying goodbye to Caroline the men left the house and got into Misha’s car.

 “Where do you think he could be?” Misha asked, turning the key in the ignition, “We could try his house.”

 Jared checked his watch and shook his head. Knowing Grayson Freely and what his habits were he knew there was only one place he could be.

 “He’s at the bar.”

 Misha nodded and pulled out of his driveway. They made it to the bar in record time. Once they parked in the lot and climbed out of the car Jared looked over at Misha.

 “If he’s here let me be the one to arrest him.”

 Misha nodded. “It’s the least I can do.”

 The two men made their way into the bar and without much effort located Grayson at one of the pool tables. His eyes went wide when he saw the two officers and dropped his pool cue before taking off at a run. Without hesitation Jared and Misha took off after him. With his long strides Jared caught up to him easily and tackled him to the ground. Jared pulled Grayson’s arms behind his back, pressing his knee into it to keep him from moving, and placed the handcuffs tightly around his wrists.

 “Grayson Freely, you’re under arrest for the murder of Y/N Ackles. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights that I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?”

Grayson grunted his understanding and Jared lifted him to his feet. Gripping him by the arm Jared lead him out to the car, Misha following right behind. After getting him into the backseat Misha got behind the wheel and they made the short trip to the precinct. As they approached the building Jared couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment and elation. He was so close to finally putting the man behind bars where he belonged.

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Deadly Secrets

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Part Two

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Jared sat there, eyes fixed firmly on Grayson’s face, waiting for a response. He wasn’t sure what kind of response he was expecting from the man sitting across from him but it definitely wasn’t what he got. Grayson let out a chuckle before saying anything.

 “I don’t know any Y/N Ackles.”

 Jared took a deep breath, clenched and unclenched his fists, in an attempt to collect himself. He didn’t need to be flying off the handle. He knew the only way he was going to get the information he needed was if he kept himself cool and collected. He knew Grayson knew something, even if Jared was wrong about him being the one who killed Y/N, he knew in his gut that he knew something.

 “Listen, Grayson, I know you’re lying. So let me say it again. I have some questions for you regarding the murder of Y/N Ackles.”

 “I told you, man, I don’t know her.”

 Jared let out a sigh and pulled a manilla folder, from underneath the stack of papers, toward him. He opened the front cover of the folder and flipped through some papers until he reached the one glossy sheet. Y/N’s smiling face was staring back up at him and he swallowed the lump in his throat that suddenly appeared. He cleared his throat, pulled the picture from the stack and shut the folder before placing it on top of his stack of paperwork. He took one more glance at her face before setting the picture down on the table, turning it so it was facing Grayson, and pushing it toward him.

 “Recognize her now?”

 Jared watched Grayson closely as he looked at the picture. Jared noticed the way the muscles in the other man’s arms tensed slightly and how he bit his bottom lip briefly before pushing the picture away from him. Grayson smirked at Jared and shrugged.

 “Like I said, never seen her before in my life.”

 Her hands were shaking as she poured through the clothes in her closet. She didn’t own anything remotely close to what she needed to wear to this bar. When all was said and done she settled on a pair of denim shorts and one of Jared’s old, beat up, classic rock t-shirts. The shirt was at least three sizes too big on her but she tied the fabric into a knot at her hip for a better fit and looked in the mirror. She figured she looked the part enough and pulled on a pair of boots before walking out of the bedroom and into the living room.

 Jared was sitting on the couch, laptop open in front of him, beer in his hand. His tie was loosened and his sleeves were rolled up past the elbows. She smiled when she saw him and suddenly she wanted to call this whole thing off. All she wanted to do in that moment was climb into his lap, curl up against his broad chest, and spend the rest of the night like that. She couldn’t, though, she had a job to do.

 She cleared her throat and Jared looked up at her, his eyes going wide.

 “You look….wow.”

 “So this bad girl thing works for you?” she chuckled as he stood from the couch.

 Jared nodded as he approached her. “It does.”

 He pulled her close and pressed his lips against hers. He didn’t want her to leave as badly as she didn’t want to go and he knew it from the way she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He pulled away from her reluctantly and took a step back, giving her a small smile.

 “Might want to take that ring off before you leave,” he suggested, “don’t think wearing it will make you look available.”

 She nodded before slipping the diamond ring off her left ring finger. She stared at it for a second and sighed before handing it to Jared.

 “Keep it safe for me, I haven’t taken it off since you put it there.”

 “I’ll guard it with my life.”

 She gave him a small smile before pushing herself up on her tiptoes to place a kiss on his lips.

 “I’ll try not to be home late. I don’t want to be there any longer than I have to be.”

 “Take your time, I’ll be here. Stay safe.”

 She promised him that she would and walked out the door. Jared moved toward the window and watched as her car pulled out of the driveway. He let out a sigh and sat back down on the couch, the lingering feeling that this wouldn’t end well pushing its way to the forefront of his mind once again.

 Her car pulled up to the dingy bar Grayson Freely was said to frequent and her nerves started to get the best of her. She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her nerves and parked the car in the first empty parking space she saw. Double checking her makeup in the mirror she realized it was now or never and let out a sigh before climbing out of her car.

 She made her way inside, walking as confidently as she could, and instantly she wanted to turn around. It was a typical biker bar, and it wasn’t the normal type of place she tended to frequent. There were pool tables situated in one corner and dart boards set up opposite them. The circular bar filled the center of the room while some small tables filled the rest of the space. She walked up to the bar and took a seat on one of the empty barstools.

 “What can I get ya?” the bartender asked, approaching her.

 “Jack. Neat.”

 She wasn’t normally a whiskey drinker, but tonight she wasn’t herself. No, tonight she was Y/N Campbell and that meant she drank whiskey instead of wine and went to biker bars instead of the cop bars she normally did.

 The bartender nodded at her and as she waited for her drink to be poured her eyes searched through the sea of leather for the man she was looking for. She spotted him quickly, she’d been staring at his mugshot for so many weeks now it was hard not to notice him. He was standing at a pool table in the far corner, holding a pool cue.

 He was better looking in person than his mugshot made him out to be, and that made her feel bad for Bailey Parker all over again. The poor girl probably thought she’d gotten lucky, landing a good looking guy like that, but her fairytale ended in the most gruesome way possible. That was why she was in that biker bar now, though, for justice for Bailey Parker. She needed to get into Grayson Freely’s good graces and get him to finally admit to murdering his former girlfriend.

 No sooner than the glass of whiskey was placed in front of her did she down the liquid, needing all the courage she could get, before placing the glass back on the bar. She ordered another drink and once it was placed in front of her decided it was time for her to make her move. She took a deep breath and hopped off the barstool, making her way over to the pool table in the far corner.

 “Mind if I join?”

 Grayson Freely looked up from his shot at the sound of her voice. She was standing there, one hand on her hip the other holding a beer, with a coy smile on her face. He looked her over before smirking at her.

 “Of course, sweetheart.”

 Jared couldn’t believe how easily lying came to Grayson. It didn’t seem to faze him that he was lying to a detective’s face and that pissed Jared off more than anything.

 He narrowed his eyes at Grayson. “You sure about that?”

 Grayson let out a sigh and leaned forward, putting his head in his hands.

 “Alright, yeah. I knew her, but she told me her last name was Campbell.”

 Jared nodded, hopeful that he was finally going to get something substantial out of him.

 “But I only met her once at a bar.” Grayson sighed.

He stared at Jared then, and something about the way Grayson was looking at him was unsettling. It was almost as if he knew something about Jared but didn’t want to let on to it. Jared shook the feeling as best he could and tried to focus on the next couple questions he had to ask.

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Deadly Secrets

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Part Four

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Pairing: Jared x Reader Word Count: 1,684 Warnings: language, drinking, angst A/N: Part four is here! Italics are flashbacks. If you’d like to be tagged let me know, in an ask (it’s the best way for me to keep track)! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is crucial! :)

Misha burst into the interrogation room and pulled Jared back, practically prying his hands from the table. Stepping between his friend and the table, Misha put his hands on Jared’s chest and pushed him back a few steps. Jared seemed to finally realize what was happening and shook his head, taking a deep breath.

 “I’m good.”

 “You’re not,” Misha pointed out, “I can finish up here. Go home, get some rest. Collect yourself and you can get back at it tomorrow if he’s still not giving up anything.”

 Jared started to protest but Misha gave him a stern look and Jared conceded. With one more glance over at Grayson, who still had the smirk plastered to his face, Jared gathered his things from the table and exited the room. He avoided eye contact with everyone he passed after dropping the paperwork off on his desk and made a beeline for his car.

 His mind was reeling. He couldn’t believe that Grayson had the audacity to sit there and lie to his face about this. At this point Jared was almost certain he’d done it. It was just a matter of proving it now. When he finally pulled into his driveway he barely remembered making the drive home. Stepping through the front door he wished he’d stayed at the precinct.

 Bridal magazines were still sitting on the coffee table, the pages marked with brightly colored post-it notes. Next to them, two piles of invitation samples sat neatly stacked. Jared took a deep breath and swallowed hard, keeping the tears threatening to spill over at bay. He dropped his jacket on the arm chair in the corner of the room and went into the kitchen to grab himself a beer.

 Twisting the top off, he leaned against the doorway between the living room and kitchen and surveyed the scene in front of him. He knew it was probably too soon to be getting rid of her things but he couldn’t bare to look at any of it anymore. Each and every thing of hers that littered their small house caused him pain. He knew he would keep some of it, he couldn’t get rid of it all, but for the most part he needed it gone.

 Taking a sip of his beer he went into the cabinet under his kitchen sink and grabbed a garbage bag. If he was going to get this over with he decided to start with the things he knew he could throw out. An hour and two beers later the garbage bag was full and he was separating the rest of her things. There was a pile for Goodwill, a pile to give to her family, and a pile to keep. He’d finished every room in the house except for the bedroom. If he was being honest with himself he wasn’t sure he was ready to tackle the bedroom. He’d come this far, though, and there was no sense in stopping now.

 Most of her clothes went to Goodwill while her jewelry and perfume went to her family, with the exception of her engagement ring. Jared put that back in the black velvet box it was in when he proposed and left it sitting on the dresser. The closet was the last place he had to empty out and even though he was almost finished it was difficult for him to handle. With a sigh he took a sip of his, almost empty, beer and pulled open the closet doors.

 Next to his suits and dress shirts all of her dresses and work clothes hug neatly. He took a deep breath and started carefully pulling the clothes from the hangers. He folded them neatly as he placed them in their appropriate boxes and once the last dress was put away he went to close the closet door. Before closing the door completely he scanned the closet again, just to make sure he hadn’t missed anything, when he noticed it. The white garment bag hanging in the back of the closet.

 He had a strong feeling of what it was and with a shaky hand he pulled the bag toward him and unzipped the front of it. The sight of the white lace was almost too much for him to handle. He ran his fingers over the fabric and the tears started falling, it was no use trying to stop them anymore. The thought of the fact that they had their whole lives ahead of them and now he would never get to marry her seemed like as good a reason as any to finally let himself cry.

 Jared’s hands were shaking. He couldn’t remember a time in his life when he’d been more nervous than he was in that moment. The weight of the ring box felt uncharacteristically heavy in his pocket as he waited for her to come back from the bathroom. It felt like an eternity before she finally sat back down.

 “You ok? You look pale.”

 He nodded and gave her a small smile. Before he could let himself overthink it he took a deep breath and stood from his seat. She looked at him, completely confused, and he got down on one knee in front of her. Her eyes filled with tears and her hands flew up to her face, covering her mouth. He smiled at her again and cleared his throat.

 “Y/N, I have loved you for a long time. Probably from the minute I met you. You’re my best friend, my other half. For a while I never thought I would find love and then you walked into my life and changed everything. I love you, Y/N Ackles, with all my heart. Will you marry me?”

 She nodded furiously as the patrons in the restaurant clapped. Jared took her hand in his and slid the diamond ring on her finger. Once he let go she leaned forward and kissed him fiercely before letting him return to his seat. She spent the rest of the dinner admiring her ring and Jared spent it smiling at her. When they left the restaurant she immediately called her family to tell them the good news.

 Jared zipped the garment bag shut again and placed it carefully on top of the boxes going to her family. As badly as he wanted to keep it he wasn’t sure he would be able to look at it ever again. He shut the closet door and took a quick look around the room. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get the boxes to Goodwill until the following day but he could bring the other boxes to her parents’.

 It didn’t take him long to load up his car with the boxes and once he did he made the short drive over to her parents’ house. When he pulled into the driveway he noticed her brother’s car. He ran his fingers through his hair and hoped that Jensen wouldn’t be in a terrible mood. Jared knew that he was upset but Jensen seemed to forget that he lost someone important to him too. Jared climbed out of the car, carried the boxes to the front door and rang the bell.

 Her mother answered after a minute and gave him a sad smile. Jared placed the boxes on the front step and accepted the hug the older woman was offering.

 “I brought you some of her things. There’s some stuff in here I thought you might want.”

 “Tell me you kept some things for yourself.”

 “I did.”

 She nodded and helped him bring the boxes into the living room where the rest of the family was sitting. Jensen’s wife, Sadie, stood from the couch and gave Jared a hug while Jensen purposely looked anywhere but him. Jared had a feeling that was how it was going to be and he knew he had to deal with it.

 “Do you want a drink?” her father asked as he shook Jared’s hand in greeting.

 “Sure.”

 Her father made to stand up but Jensen stopped him, saying he would get it. The look Jared received from him, though, told him that Jensen wanted him to follow. He waited a few seconds for the two women in the room to start going through the boxes before he made his way to the kitchen. Jensen was standing there, leaning against the counter, holding out the beer for him. Jared accepted it and twisted the top off.

 “You’ve got a lot of nerve, showing up here unannounced like this.”

 “I know I probably should have called, but I knew your mom would want her stuff.”

 “Couldn’t wait to get rid of it, huh? It’s been two weeks, Jared, two weeks and you’re showing up here with practically everything she owned!”

 “You know it’s not like that, man! I just couldn’t look at it anymore, it hurt too much.”

 “Hurt too much?” Jensen scoffed, “Really? Maybe if you would have been there to protect her, she wouldn’t be dead!”

 “You don’t think I know that!”

 Jared broke down then, more tears spilling over.

 “I beat myself up every day because of it. I spend every waking minute wishing I could go back and stop her from going undercover in the first place, but I can’t. I know you’re hurting, man, I am too but there has to be a point where you cut me some slack. I lost the love of my life and I’m barely holding it together. We need each other now more than we ever have before. You were my best friend, Jay. What happened?”

 “You got my sister killed, that’s what happened.”

Jensen pushed past him, heading back to the living room. Jared set his beer on the counter and ran his hands through his hair. Wiping the tears from his face he look a deep breath and went to say goodbye. After promising her mother that he would still visit he made his way back out to his car and headed home, wanting nothing more than to get to sleep and forget this day ever happened.