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The Man in Apartment 43 - Epilogue

Series Masterpost (Complete)

Summary: Dean x Reader - Neighbours AU - Dean and the reader live next door to each other and can’t stand each other. Will things change once circumstances bring this bartender and businessman duo closer together?

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Start Here | Last Part | THE END

A/N: This story is now complete!

Two years later

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“Agent, you are amazing,”

The former special forces officer’s voice was warm and hot against her neck as he held her close. The world was safe, and it was only him and her, on the top of the icy mountain ridge. He moved his mouth from her neck and leaned in, inches from her lips as she let her fingers comb through his hair and moved in to kiss him. Even as the battle-hardened agent she was, she could swear she heard background music swell as he leaned in and…

Living easy! Living free! Season ticket on a one way ride!

Groaning, you pushed away from your laptop with a heavy sigh after the initial chords of Highway to Hell had you jumping in your seat. Stretching your body and rolling your stiff shoulders from the hours spent writing, you let your head fall back against the chair before you swivelled it around.

“Dean Winchester!” You called out, knowing he’d be somewhere close by if he’d decided to treat you to one of his rock shows. Schooling your features, you made sure no sign of the smile that was threatening to break free showed as Dean’s green eyes peeked in at you from behind the door.

That boyish grin still easily sent your heart soaring after two full years together. You were sure you’d never grow immune to what that smile did to you, nor the handsome man it was attached to. Not that you wanted to grow immune. Hell, you loved him more and more every day. Even when he pulled his little tricks and broke your concentration just as you were nearly finishing up your second book in your bestselling series.

“Sorry sunshine, but you did tell me to let you know when the movers got here with the last of it,” He chuckled as he finally deemed it safe enough to come inside your home office to sneak a small kiss from your pouting lips. The damned handsome man always thought he could get away with everything that way. And, as you felt yourself melt from the taste of him on your lips, you had to admit he really could.

“Not by pulling me down a highway to hell again,” You said with a pout as you held your hands out for him to pull you out of your office chair and into his arms. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he placed a small placating kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll use Stairway to Heaven next time,” He chuckled, bright eyes smiling down on you as you reached up to trace his laugh lines before lifting yourself up to kiss the handsome prankster.

“Sometimes I wonder why I ever agreed to move in with you Mr. Winchester,” You mused as you smiled against his lips before you finally untangled yourself from him and grabbed his hand instead. Pulling him towards the front of the house. You should, after all, not let your movers wait.

“I make a mean cup of coffee, and you love my burgers,” Dean shot back, not even pretending to think it through, or even act offended, as he fell into step next to you and placed a soft peck at the back of your hand.

“True… Though I can think of a few other reasons,” You let your voice fall to a whisper as you shot him a heated look. Rolling your tongue against your bottom lips, you gave your handsome man another quick once over as your free hand traced along his upper body down towards his belt. A look that had green eyes darkening as he grabbed for you, trying to pull you up against the hard panes of his body as you quickly evaded his grasp with a teasing wink.

“We can’t keep the movers waiting,” You sing-songed back over your shoulder as you ran down the hallway. Ending your words with a squealed laugh as you heard Dean let out an indignant growl before chasing you down the hall of your new home.

After your Gabe-orchestrated “meet cute” outside Castiel’s apartment, Dean had moved back to Apartment 43 temporarily, until another apartment opened up in your building six months later. And after one and a half years of being somewhat ‘neighbours’ you had finally left apartment 11A and 32B behind to move in together. Moving into a cute little house on the outskirts of Lawrence.

It already felt like home. Even though you had only been there for a week and you didn’t even have all your furniture in place yet. None of that mattered. All you needed was each other.

Well… Each other, and the waffle iron that was with the load the movers were delivering, since you had people coming over later. Rushing to the door, your squealed laughter caused the movers to look up from where they were unloading the boxes from the truck to see you being lifted into the air by Dean just as you opened the door.

Smiling into the soft kiss Dean pressed against your lips, you gently tapped his arm. Making him put you down as he easily, as easy and naturally as breathing, entwined your fingers with his. Squeezing your hand gently before the two of you walked out onto your perfect picket fence lawn to greet the movers.

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“Are you sure it’s in this box, sunshine?” Dean had to speak up to be heard over the music filling your small kitchen as you danced back and forth preparing for the lunch you were hosting. His task had been to find your waffle iron in the multitude of boxes, but he kept getting distracted as he came up behind you to twirl you around the room to one of his favourite songs or just place soft open-mouthed kisses against your neck.

“Never mind, I found it!” He exclaimed with a grin just as you turned to help him look. A small proud smile lighting up his face and making him look younger as you rolled your eyes at him before reaching out to pluck the waffle iron out of his hands.

Dean however, wasn’t ready to give up his hard won treasure all that easily as he held it out of your reach with a smirk before quickly placing it on the countertop behind him and grabbing your outstretched hand. Placing a soft kiss against your fingertips, he turned those forest green eyes up towards you.

“Do I get a prize?” He murmured as his lips gently brushed up your fingers before placing another kiss against the diamond ring that was nestled securely around your left ring finger. The same ring he’d nervously gotten down on one knee to give you just a week earlier. Between moving boxes and madness the day you first moved in together. Exclaiming he couldn’t wait a second longer to ask you to marry him.

“And what prize do you want Mr. Winchester,” You asked your fiancé as you turned your hand in his gentle grasp to trace the shape of his plump bottom lip.

“I can think of a few things I’d like…” Raising his eyebrows at you, Dean threw you a cheeky wink as he let his free arm snake around your waist to push your body against his. His lips chased after yours as you placed your fingers more firmly against his lips. Stopping the sneaky thief from stealing another kiss, since you knew it would just be the first of many, and so much more.

“Everyone will be here in an hour De,” You reminded him as his teeth teasingly nipped at your fingertips. Normally you would nearly always give in to your soon to be husband’s advances. After all, you could barely keep your hands off of the devastatingly handsome man. But you had one hour to get lunch ready for eight people. Including a small waffle station for Sam’s kids.

So your own little indulgence had to wait.

“We should just call them all and cancel,” Dean grumbled, but he still let go of you as you leaned up to place a placating kiss on his pouting lips with a small laugh. Moving quickly, you slipped fully out of his reach as you grabbed the waffle iron from behind him, before just as quickly going back to your little prep station to ready it.

“You know we can’t do that,” You hummed softly, as Dean slid in next to you. Quickly getting to work at chopping up the strawberries, grapes, chocolate and other waffle station ingredients while you focused on the actual batter.

It was one year, to the day, that the final verdict was passed down, and both Brian and Ketch went away for a very long time. Both of them had been sentenced for attempted murder, kidnapping and a slew of other charges. And the latest from Detective Davies was that Ketch was also facing additional new charges, which would leave him rotting in jail for a very long time. Since Charlie’s work in her new role for the Cyber Crime Unit had found proof that he’d been hindering multiple other investigations. As well as supplying classified information to some very bad people.

So, you had decided to host a lunch in your backyard. Not just to celebrate the one year anniversary of the sentencing, but also the housewarming of your new house. And, though they didn’t know it yet, to tell Charlie, Gabe, Jess and Sam about your engagement.

You wanted your family, the people you had gone through thick and thin with over the last two years, to be the first to know. Which was why there was no way you could cancel your lunch. And, after all… You and Dean had the rest of your lives together.

Your man from apartment 43 had become the man you were going to marry. You were his, and he was yours. Forever. And though it took a hellish situation to break down the wall between your apartments so you could see him for who he was, you had made it through it all, stronger than ever. You’d come to know the man behind the rock music, and you’d fallen in love with him. More and more every day.

You’d broken down all your walls, and built a home out of the scraps. Letting Dean hold your hand, you’d crossed every new bridge, together. Into a bright future, a happily ever after, that was everything you ever wanted and more.

You were happy. You were home. And you were done running.

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aunnokokyuu · 8 months

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what if YOU were a poor little animation studio who kept straightifying the very homosexual moments between a tiger and a malnourished victorian child in order to make the anime more appealing to the general public. but THE MANGAKA HIMSELF said NO here’s a scene where said malnourished victorian child sensually bites the tiger’s neck while he’s transformed as a vampire and U HAVE TO ANIMATE IT THIS TIME BCS ITS IMPORTANT TO THE PLOT!!! now bones if you straightify that scene like you did to akutagawa telling atsushi to run you fool then you can trust that i’ll find you more than you trust in god

#not really sskk related but if YOU would like to read my soukoku fic where they get transported into an alternate world #and not only is dazai the port mafia boss in that universe but they’re also GIRLS #I JUST UPDATED IT LIKE YESTERDAY SO PLEASE IF UR INTERESTED im rosalyra on ao3 and the fic is titled #Local Man Goes On Supernatural Investigation With Unfairly Hot Ex #Hopes This Doesn’t Reawaken Anything In Him #ok now back to regularly scheduled tags #sskk #shin soukoku #Atsushi #Akutagawa #bsd chapter 110 spoilers #bungou stray dogs #bsd chapter 110 #bsd

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strawlessandbraless · 11 months

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Sometimes I think about Dean meeting AU Cas, a hunter in his own world, and how that would go

But I think we know how it would go, Dean would immediately set phasers to fuck

UPDATE: For those looking for a fic with this concept, @alana-alana-alana just recommended

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#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #destiel #castiel #misha collins #deancas #jensen ackles #profound bond #alternate universe

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celestiall0tus · 2 months

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Happy Valentine's Day everyone! But particularity @Misted-Glass as I bring a (hopefully) present surprise as it was I, your @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers secret valentine.

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comickinnie-96 · 1 year

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Misha: Oh no I misspoke. I should clarify.

WB:

#misha collins #supernatural #warnerbrothers #gay is in #gay is hot #this would only happen in the supernatural fandom #what alternate universe did we stumble into

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spn-fanfic-reblog-writes · 11 days

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Destiel Prompt #50-something

The Magician vs the Real Thing

The question will be why is Castiel the real thing. Multiple possibilities:

1. Angel of the Lord

2. Witch

3. Psychic/Natural ability

4. From an alternative universe my where he has been implanted with a device that allows him to do his trick.

5. Superhero (Alien from another world where everyone can do this on his planet or could be just the elite)

6. Military experiment results

7. From the future, eugenically created/altered

8. Artifact/Artefact that gives him this ability to perform his illusions/tricks

If you write any of the prompts, please tag me so I can read the story! I would love to see what you creative minds think up! ❤️❤️❤️

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lilbitdepressed27 · 3 months

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Tara Carpenter/ Fem!Reader Supernatural AU

Summary: Heavily inspired by Supernatural also kinda a soulmate AU

Warnings: mentions of death, angst kinda

WC: 5.5k

Authors note: Did someone ask for Supernatural AU? No. Are y'all getting one? Yes. Is it good? That's up to y'all to decide. Hope you guys enjoy and sorry for any mistakes.

"Help!"

"Somebody help me!"

Her dark brown eyes looked around, her body suspended in the air. Hearing what seemed to be thunder rumbling and cries of pain. Her wrist chained up along with her ankles spread out. Hooks going through her shoulders and other parts of her body. The unbearable pain. Her eyes filled with tears, the fear coursing through her body in waves. Remembering where she was. And why.

"Sam?!"

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It was dark, she was tired but she couldn't rest. The intermittent screaming prevented her from that. She wasn't sure how much time passed but it felt like she had been here for years now. The pain she felt was agony. Although she wouldn't change what she did. She did this to save her sister. Her big sister.

Sam.

But she remembered being held down by the force of that demon. Jill was going to kill Sam. She'd be dead by that time Jill would go through her plan. She remembered seeing the flash of white before she took that last breath. It had been the last thing she remembered before waking up in hell. Hearing the constant screams had been enough to drive anyone crazy.

One minute she was in hell and the next she was gasping for air. She felt so disoriented. Not knowing what was happening or where she was. She couldn't see anything and she couldn't stand.

"Help!" Her voice coming out raw, dry and scratchy. She felt around in her pockets to find a lighter. She switched it and realized that she had been in a, wooden coffin?

Feeling the bright sun beaming down on her as she gasped for air. She kept digging herself out of the grave she had been in. Resting on her back once she was fully out of the ground. Trying to catch her breath. Feeling like she needed her inhaler but she knew she didn't have it with her. She need to calm herself down. But for some odd reason, she felt like she wasn't alone. Like someone or something was with her. The odd thing, she didn't feel scared. The presence made her feel, safe?

She stood once her breathing was back to normal. Taking in the fallen trees around her. There was no way she had just walked out of hell. Someone had pulled her out. And from what she was seeing, who ever had taken her out had to be way too strong to do something like this.

"What the fuck."

Her mind racing at potential threat of what Sam could have done. The danger Sam could now be in.

Tara had walked for what felt like ever. It was until she arrived to a small gas station. There had been no one. The place completely abandoned of any life. She had downed full water bottles, she had never felt so thirsty. Stopping at the sink to look at herself, a small sense of hesitation hitting her when she gripped the bottom of her shirt before revealing her stomach. Her breath hitching when her stomach and torso showed no signs of scars.

She remembered the pain, her screams as she was being clawed by those hell hounds. There was no traces of her ever going through such pain. She couldn't wrap her head around what was happening. She continued to check herself for any sign of something. Wincing when her fingers connected to something on her shoulder. Lifting the sleeve of the shirt, eyes widening at the burned handprint on her shoulder.

Getting lost in her thoughts trying to figure what demon could do something like this. What demon could be this powerful to drag her out of hell. The more she thought of the question, the greater the fear of what Sam could have done grew.

As she was gathering supplies, there was distant ring growing closer. She did not question it at first, figuring it was the random ring in the ear people get. It wasn't until the static of the tv was turned on, along with the radio. The ringing only growing closer and louder. She moved with a new found energy, trying to cover the windows with salt.

But as the ringing grew closer and louder, she had no choice but to stop and cover her ears. Screaming in pain, feeling like her ear drums were going to burst. The faint noise of the windows bursting and then everything going quiet. She stood up, looking out the broken windows confused. The ringing in her ears continued. She needed to call Sam.

"We're sorry, the number you are trying to reach has been disconnected."

She stood in the phone booth, picking up more of the quarters. Trying another number she knew by memory.

"Hello?"

"Gale?"

"Who is this?"

"It's me."

"Who's me?"

"It's me Tara."

"This isn't funny. Call again and I'll kill you."

She knew calling Gale was a long shot. But Sam wasn't answering. She needed to find a way to Gale's house. Right now she hopped that Gale wouldn't freak out.

Getting to Gale had been easy. Fighting her off and trying to convince her that she was back and very much not a demon. From drinking holy water to cutting herself with a silver knife.

"Tara?"

"Yea It's me Gale, I swear." Feeling her eyes mist with unshed tears. Gale had been the closest thing she had to a mother. Even when they butted heads Tara had so much respect and love for Gale. She had remembered how devastated and angry Gale had been when she found out about her deal. The deal she made to save Sam.

To feel the arms of someone she saw as a mother wrapped around her in a tight hug had her almost burst into tears.

"God Tara. How the hell are you even alive?" Gale hugged the shorter girl in a deathly tight grip. The anguish she felt had been nothing compared to how she found Sam that day. To see Tara in such a state had her almost making a deal. "Tara, you were dead, your chest had caved in and your insides were basically scrambled. Not to mention you've been buried for four months. Even if you did some how slip out of hell and back into your body-"

"I know, I should look like Taylor did in that look what you made me do video." Tara moved to sit in a chair at the table. Gale moving to sit in front of her. "Where is Sam anyway? I've tried calling her phone."

"I don't know, after we buried you she kinda dropped from the map. I haven't been able to reach or find her."

"What? Gale you guys were supposed to look out for each other."

"I tried Tara. But these past months have been hard. After we buried you, Sam wanted to be left alone. I tried reaching her but she didn't want to be reached." The days after the burial Sam had, changed. Gale had tried to keep it together. But losing Tara had left a hole in their little dysfunctional family.

"I'm assuming Sam didn't want me salted and burned."

"Yea, she said you'd need your body for when she found a way to bring you back."

Tara looked at the older woman. The first thing that came to her mind, what she got was, 'what the hell did Sam do?' She had done the same when that asshole had stabbed Sam and killed her. It was the whole reason why she was taken to hell in the first place. She couldn't imagine what Sam had felt to be held up by Jill as she became the dogs chew toy. To feel helpless as she died a slow painful death.

But if she was here, alive and breathing. That means Sam had succeeded in making a deal. A deal that will have Sam facing the same fate she did, and she couldn't have that.

You had been tasked a simple job. To bring back the young Carpenter sister. It had been easy. Pulling her out was the easy part. To actually interact with the girl had been a lot harder. You had tried when she was at the gas station. And then in the motel room. You had underestimated your powers and felt awful. There wasn't a good moment to make your presence known since then.

Another part of your task was to also keep an eye on the older sister. You had personally thought what she was doing was better than what hunters usually do. Samantha had taken her own powers and used them for good. Being able to save the victim from the possession of a demon. You had seen the out come of what old hunters had been doing. Their own type of way of getting rid of the demons. It always ended with the victims death. But with Samantha it had been different. Even though she had demon blood coursing through her veins. You saw the good she was trying to do.

Samantha was different. What she stood for opened so many doors, for her kind. And there was more, it was change in the war that was to come.

Change, was something your boss had been afraid of.

You had felt the tension between the Carpenter sisters the moment you had returned to them. You had missed out on their heart felt reunion. Although you had felt the love they had for each other even from a far. After updating your superior you had been returned, now it was your chance to make your presence known. The opportunity showed it self when the Tara Carpenter and Gale Weathers tried to summon you.

"Are you sure you casted the spell right?"

You heard the young hunter say. It was then you pushed the doors to farm open. The lights flickered from above, some bursting from the amount of energy coursing through them. You had not been surprised when the two hunters were quick to shoot at you. The salt bullets did nothing, the silver bullets that the young Carpenter shot at you, nor the silver knife Weathers stabbed you with.

You did not want to harm anyone, but you had to speak to the younger woman. With a touch to the older woman's forehead, she was redeemed unconscious. You looked back at the hunter, you were quick to disarm her of her gun. Putting the weapon down on the side table.

"Please, I do not wish to cause any harm." You held up your hands. Knowing this was a sign of mercy. The skeptical look the girl did not go unnoticed.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I am the one who raised you from perdition."

"What?"

Your wings were big, long, white. Something that you were proud of. The shocked and in awe look took over took her facial features. The hunter stood speechless, her eyes never leaving your wings. You had never interacted with a human after death. After you died you had been given small tasks, preventing things or helping other angels in big tasks. Being an angels was something you never could have imagined. You could only remember so much from your past life.

With everything going on, you had proven to your superior you were up for this task. Even though you sometimes didn't agree with what they did or how they handled things. You still did your own duty. Helping people was something you loved to do. Even when you were alive. Now that you could remember.

"You're an Angel? There's no such thing."

"Miss.Carpenter you have slayed demons, warlocks, witches, monsters and more. But angels you deny they are real, even when one is standing in front of you. Why?" The flickering in farm had stopped, you had stopped the flickering. Standing at a distance from the shorter girl, hopefully showing her you meant no harm.

"If you're an angel and there is a god, where the hell have you been? Cause down here hasn't really been sunshine and rainbows." The anger she know felt was growing. Even though the angel was, cute, she couldn't help but to remember all the innocent lives they've lost throughout the years. Or all the shit she had to go through. Or how she lost her dad at such a young age. Or how she had to grow up hunting evil monsters. Or how she also lost her mother. Or how she had gone to hell.

All these years, evil had always been present. Never a day without incident evil showed its ugly face. But good? God? Angels? Any signs of their being a Heaven.

Absent.

"I am sorry, I do not have the answers you are looking for, I was ordered to save you and make contact with you." You had asked yourself the same question. It hadn't been long you had been human and praying for a way you could be saved. But you had been killed. Tortured and killed. Your prayers had gone unanswered. But now here you were, an angel.

"Make contact? That was you at the fill up joint and motel?" Tara still couldn't believe it, or she wouldn't believe it. There was a big part of her that wanted to believe in something good. But how could she, after everything that's happened to her. How?

"I am sorry, it was my first time contacting a human since, well since I, perished."

"You're not, possessing someone?"

"No, this is my body. Now I am sure you have questions. Please, I am here to help you and your sister. May I sit?" With nod coming from her you pulled the chair that was pushed to the side and sat down. You knew, the hunter was still being cautious.

Tara looked at you. She wished she could read minds. But she couldn't. What she could do was study you. The way you looked around. Your eyes. They held an innocence that she couldn't explain. There was something about you that had her believing she could trust you. Part of her, wanted to believe that you were the one to save her, that you were an angel. But if anything life as a hunter has taught her was never trust a supernatural being. And unfortunately you were one.

"Why save me?" The question had been on her mind ever since she got out. She knew that what ever had taken her out had been strong enough to scare everyone. Demons and hunters. Even the little demon her sister was seeing had been scared. That was still something she couldn't get used to. A good demon? She knew better, but Sam trusted him.

"Orders from my lord, you are the key into stopping this war Ms.Carpenter."

"War? What war? If you're talking about the devils gates. We closed them." Tara looked at the angel, her eyes kept on going to the wings. Then your eyes. The odd feeling of warmth and familiarity was starting to grow the longer she looked at you. The feeling of seeing you from somewhere was strong. But she couldn't place your face anywhere.

"Greed, Envy, Wrath, Gluttony, Lust, Pride. Do you know what those are?" You named off, you waited patiently for her to response.

"Of course I do. It's the six deadly sins. Whats that gotta do with anything?" Tara spoke her defensive stance never faltering.

"Everything. Those demons were able to escape hell when the gates opened. Along with other dangerous powerful demons. And every single one of them is trying to break the 66 seals, to free Lucifer from hell." You repeated what you had been told plenty of times. You had tried to stop the demons from opening any seals. You knew you were strong enough. But you had not been ordered to. Which you couldn't understand why.

"What?! Lucifer? Like the actual devil?" Her defense was completely gone now. When she had been down there, she had only heard of Lucifer. Never seeing him or hearing him. But everyone down there had been talking about him. the stories she heard. It was enough for her to not want to meet the guy.

"Yes, so far sixteen seals have been opened-What?! What the hell have you guys been doing? Aren't you powerful, strong enough to stop them? Why the hell are you coming to me?"

"I do as am told. I have not received any orders on stopping any seals from being opened. I was told that you were the one to stop the war from happening. It was why I was ordered to save you." That had still not sat well with you. She was right. Why haven't you been ordered. Though, your superior, Wayne had not ordered you to.

A scoff left her lips, "Me? And please tell me how am I mere mortal supposed to stop the freaking apocalypse from happening?"

"You will learn. I'm here to help you in any way that I can."

"What do you mean?" Your fellow angle sister asked. Anika had stayed by your side since you had woken up. She had become more than just a best friend. A sister. Someone you knew you could trust.

"They are not telling us everything. Wayne has been acting, strange. He says and does things that are, strange. Have you heard of any news from our lord?" You had been trying to get in contact with another angel, Dewey. He had helped train you. He was also a well respected angel. He was one of the five angels, that had actually met the lord. But you had not been able to reach him.

After your meeting with Tara. You had promised to stay in contact. With a nod of understanding from her, you left. You had gone straight to Anika. Telling her about your encounter with the one that will save the human race from extinction.

"You can't be questioning them like that Y/n it's dangerous. You know what happened to the last angel that started asking questions. Just please be careful. Stop asking questions. I can't lose you to."

You looked into your sisters eyes. Seeing the grief of what she lost. Who she lost.

Tara had been left, awestruck? Even after she explained everything to Gale and Sam. She couldn't stop thinking about the angel. There was no reason for her to doubt it. She saw the wings. The beautiful white wings. Going as far as to heal the hand mark that was on her shoulder. The warmth coming from you had been, heart warming? Like a missing piece that she mad been missing in her puzzle.

They had done everything they knew on how to kill anything supernatural but the angel had stayed standing. Something she's never seen before. She couldn't deny it. There was something in her, a pull of sorts. Something she couldn't explain. She didn't voice that to Sam just yet.

Like expected Sam and Gale couldn't believe it. She had told them everything the angel had told her.

"An angel?"

"Are you sure Tara?"

"Well it would explain why the demons are scared. You heard Richie no demon could be strong enough to take me out. Shit she even healed the mark she left on my shoulder. I've hunted demons and supernatural shit far longer than you have Sam and I've never seen one do that." She sat down on one of the chairs in the room looking at Sam and Gale.

"Plus there's something about her, something familiar. Like I've seen her before but I can't remember where." It had been bothering her since she had seen the angel.

"Well what's her name?"

Damn. How could she forget to ask for the angels name.

"You forgot to ask for the angels name?" Gale looked at the younger girl in disbelief and bit of humor.

"Shut up. I was pretty occupied processing that angels, heaven. God, are real."

"Well you said she would stay in contact. Right? How do you contact her?" Sam had been looking in every book that had to do with "heaven". But she had came up empty. Not even the Bible was helping.

"Uh I don't know. I don't know even know her name. How am I-Hello."

At the sound of the sudden voice it had all three hunters alarmed and ready to fight. Turning around at the sound of the voice to see a tall y/hc haired woman standing there rocking a bit on her heals. Offering a smile and a small wave.

Tara couldn't help but to think the action was adorable. Shaking her head slightly at the thought.

"Wow." The two other hunters said simultaneously. The wide eyed eyes as they kept their gaze never leaving the wings of the angel.

"Samantha Carpenter. Gale Weathers. Nice to meet you."

The two hunters stood there, their jaws dropped.

"Uh are they alright?" You know directed your gaze to the shorter hunter. She rolled her eyes at the two older woman. Slapping both of them upside the head.

"Yea they're fine. Just never seen an angel before." Tara looked back at the angel. Her eyes connecting with your soft y/ec ones. That feeling returned. The feeling of familiarity, that pull in her heart.

"So what's your name. You said you were once human do you remember anything from your life when you were alive? How did you die? Did you become an angel right away? How's heaven? Did you meet god? Are you-Gale! That's enough." Tara couldn't tell if the look you had on your face was one of discomfort or sadness.

"It's okay Ms.Carpe-Tara is just fine." The sound of her last name coming out of your mouth made her feel something she wasn't sure if she liked.

"Tara." You offered her a small smile. "It's okay. I'm here to answer any questions you must have." You directed your attention back to the older woman. "To answer your questions, I don't remember most of my past life. Just that I was killed. My journey as an angel did start after my death. And no. I haven't met god."

Killed? You were killed? She had more questions about that. Who would have dared someone like you. Yes she didn't know you, but something was telling her she did know you. Who would dare hurt, let alone kill you.

"Now. I'm here to give you some information on the six deadly sins. I'm here to offer my services." You took out your book from your coat. You had taken notes. From spying on the deadly sins. "May I sit?" You asked, remembering all the drills and rules that Wayne drilled into your head.

"Yea of course." Tara sat next to you, Sam to your left and Gale right in front of you. You placed the book on the small table.

"Okay, they held down at the bar ten miles from here. It's only them, but they have taken humans as their bodies. They are known for being vicious and cruel. But like any other demon. Their weaknesses are the usual."

"Why are we the ones to do this again. How is Tara supposed to stop the apocalypse from happening?" Sam asked as she looked down at the note book. The hand writing was neat but what bothered her was the way the angel was acting. You were obviously holding back.

"I'm not sure. I was not informed of how she was supposed to, just that she was destin to." You wished you knew more. But you couldn't keep asking, searching for the answers that were going unanswered to your questions. But you'd end up like Anika's lover. No one knew what happened to Mindy.

But as you looked into the brown eyes, the familiarity was there. Like you knew her. You couldn't let anything happen to her. If keeping her safe meant putting yourself in danger. It was a risk you were willing to make.

"But I will find out. I will be with you every step of the wa-Now Y/n. You know you shouldn't tell lies."

You felt yourself tense at the voice. Standing up and facing Wayne.

"Now this is the girl to save human kind. A little small don't you think."

"Wayne she's stronger-Ha. Y/n you will speak when spoken to. You know the rules." You felt your scars burning as you looked down. Feeling your wings tucking in further into your body.

"Who the hell are you?"

"You dare speak to me like that child. I'm an angel of the lord. You will show me respect. Y/n may have been the one to pull you out of hell but know this, I can send you right back."

He was lying. You knew as much. There was a reason you were the only one to be able to pull Tara out. Anika told you as much. She had heard elder angels talking. He couldn't do anything to Tara, not without killing the one who took her out of hell.

"Look here dipshit. We don't answer to you. From the looks of it. You need us more than we need you." Tara argued her harden gaze never wavering. She hated how he spoke to you. How you went from being open and smiling to almost curling into your self. Your wings weren't free either. They were tense.

"Humans. Such fools. You'll be the end of your precious humanity. Y/n let's go." He now faced you. You failed to meet his gaze.

"Y/n stays." She had remembered what you said. How she was "in charge of her guardian" which happened to be you. At the sight of your eyes widen as you looked at her. Your gaze then going to the older angel. She saw the anger. But he was gone without a word.

You were in so much trouble.

"Are you in trouble? If you go back, will you be...punished?" She was afraid to ask. Part of her didn't want to know the answer. The way you were when that man showed up, it was something she didn't like to see.

"Do you want the truth?" You were in her car. Your wings tucked away in a vest. It was uncomfortable but it would have to do.

"Yes."

"Most likely. Heaven isn't as, peaceful as you'd assume. Especially now. Things are more tense. Angels are being trained harder than ever and elder angels want no failures." You looked back at the bar. The plan was simple but dangerous. Lead the demons back to the trap house and exorcise them.

"I'm sorry-It's not your fault. I'm used to it now." You spoke softly. Your heaven experience had its ups and downs. Unfortunately there was usually only downs.

The car got quiet. Before Tara spoke again. "Do you really not remember anything from when you were alive?" It was a question she had been wanting to ask. The name Y/n. It held such a special place in her heart. In her memory. Her Y/n. She had met people with the same name. But no one could compare to her Y/n.

"There are some moments I get this weird feeling of deja vu. Moments were I start to remember something before the feeling is gone. I just remember how died. And that's it."

"Can I ask how you died? You don't have to answer that if you're not comfortable."

"Uh I was trapped in a room for a long time. I think I was kidnapped. They beat me. Tortured me in every way imaginable. I remember feeling so much pain. Before it was gone and then I felt nothing. You asked me when we first met. Where was god? That was a question I asked myself so many times in that room. It's a question I still haven't found an answer to."

Tara couldn't stop the nagging feeling of familiarity. Why did she feel this way for you. Why did you have to go through such pain. She wanted nothing more than find the people who did that to you and make them suffer. Suffer a worse death. A long painful death.

"I—It's time." The interruption could have not been at a worse time. Tara looked forward to see Sam and Gale high tailing it out of the bar. She started her own car and drove fast to the trap house.

You could hope the plan would work.

"Oh a little angel. How sweet. I'll be the one to kill you. Take your head to Lucifer myself-" Tara moved to shove the holy water down the demons throat. Saying the familiar Latin words. Watching as the demon chocked on the water before being sent back to hell.

She watched as you did your own little thing. Completely oblivious to the threat that had been behind you. Watching as you took down Lust and sent her back to hell effortlessly.

"Thank you Tara. I knew you were behind Pride." You smiled in thanks at the shorter girl. The plan had been successful. Sending all six demons back to hell.

Tara couldn't help her own little smile showing at the sight of your smile. You had such a beautiful smile. "Eh gotta watch my guardian's back, don't I." She teased. Only admitting to herself that she liked seeing you blush.

"Well that's one seal we stopped."

"Yes great work, i will have to research on where the other seals are located. Please be safe, I will be in contact." Before you could leave. A warm hand took a hold of yours. The sudden shock had you startled. It was obvious it had also startled Tara.

"You be careful as well. Come back to me, us when you can or feel in danger okay?" She felt her own cheeks get warm at her slip up. She couldn't help herself. There was something about you that just brought it out.

"I will. I'll see you soon."

And like that you were gone.

"I did some research on Y/n. I couldn't get her face out of my mind."Sam said as she sat down in front of Tara.

"You to? I swear I've seen her before."

"You have, remember when you were like six? And there was that little boy who kept on bullying you?" Sam had spent almost a week researching the name Y/n. But the more she searched. She had found the answers she was looking for.

"Yea and a girl protected me she-No! There's no way. That can't be the Y/n I used to got to school with. My Y/n she's okay. She's fine. She was going to be-Tara. Y/n Y/Ln was kidnapped at the age of eighteen. She was found dead a year later." Sam's own eyes filled with tears at the sight of the distraught look on her sister's face. She knew how in love Tara was with Y/n. Before she left Tara and their mom for college, she had seen how in love Tara had been. Remembering the phone call when Tara had called her crying saying that she wasn't going to be able to see Y/n again due to the family business.

"No. She was supposed to be safe Sam. She was supposed to live her life. Mom promised me she would be safe." The sobs that escaped her lips were not preventable. The reality that you had died without her knowing had her guilt building. You had been dead for the past six years and she didn't even know.

She had just assumed that you were out in the world living your life helping people like you had wanted to.

Now that she knew who you were. She was dying to see you again. The past two weeks had gone by slow. Too slow. The need to see you grew with every passing day. She needed to see you. But you had been quiet since that day in the trap house. She has tried to call you. (Calling out your name was apparently how she did it.) But you had not appeared like before.

"Are you Tara Carpenter?"

Tara snapped her head at the sudden voice. Seeing an angel but not the one she was hoping for. This angel was shorter. Probably a few inches taller than herself. Hair at a shoulder length. "Who's asking?"

"My name is Anika. I am an angel of the lord. I'm here to ask for your help."

"My help? Help with what?"

"Y/n is missing. She always stays in contact with me. But the past week she has gone silent. I worry that my sister may be in trouble." Anika had tried just about everything to find you. But it was like you had disappeared from the face of the earth. It was like what happened to her soulmate all over again.

"What?! Why wait a fucking week to tell me?!" The worry and that pull in her heart grew. You were missing. And she didn't know, again.

#tara carpenter x reader #scream #tara carpenter #fem!reader #supernatural #alternate universe

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ghcstao3 · 9 months

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john gets stranded in what is essentially the middle of nowhere on a road trip because of his car breaking down out of the blue and a torrential downpour that had not come up once on the forecasts he made sure to check a million times over before leaving for his voyage.

it’s strange, the place he finds himself in. he hasn’t seen another car in ages, surrounded by thick forests and no civilization, save for an old general store he remembers passing just before his car called it quits. the rain and dark skies appeared out of nowhere, almost like he’d entered some bubble isolated from the rest of the region.

in any case, in all his panicked stupidity and the hope that he’d maybe be able to get help sooner, john decides to trudge back the kilometre or so to the shop.

dim yellow lights glow in the midst of all the rain, and he’s mercifully greeted by a fading open sign just as he approaches the door. he pushes in without a second thought, eager to escape the downfall.

inside is about everything he’d expect; essentials, canned foods, toiletry, snacks. hardly anything special, though soap is immediately filled with a pleasant warmth that melts away the shiver that would have otherwise set into his bones.

he doesn’t browse. only moves toward the empty counter and prays someone will show up eventually.

not that he’d hate waiting around in the store. it’s far better than his car, in any case.

but just as john takes a step forward, a throat clears behind him.

“‘bit wet out there, is it?”

the deepness of the voice reverberates through john, startling. comforting. he whirls around to face the owner of said voice, and all he sees is tall, broad, dark as his eyes climb to meet irises the warm colour of black coffee.

“a bit,” john agrees, albeit slowly. he realizes he had never heard footsteps, let alone saw anyone else in the store just seconds before. he’s not sure what compels him, but he adds, “my car broke down.”

the man inclines his head toward john, his eyes almost analytical, considering something about john that has nothing to do with his current predicament. it’s hard to judge what he’s thinking, with the mask obscuring the lower half of his face.

“unfortunate,” the man says. “you’ll have to wait out the storm for help.”

john’s heart sinks. he still had so much travel left ahead of him—and who knew how much longer this weather would last?

disappointment must be clear on his face, as the man’s furrowed brows soften into a polite sort of pity before he lets out a quiet sigh and silently directs soap toward the counter.

“wait here,” he instructs.

the man disappears into another room, returning very shortly with a styrofoam cup of coffee and a set of clothing of which he unceremoniously drops on the counter.

“better you’re in dry clothes while you wait,” he explains. “bathroom is just in the back. i have a call to make.”

john nods, swallows. “thank you,” he says, hesitantly reaching for the clothes, “i really appreciate it.”

the man huffs. he stares at john a few moments too long, john almost feeling itchy under his gaze—though, somehow, in a good way.

“my name’s simon, if you need me,” he grunts.

john nods again, offering a polite smile before turning to head to the bathroom. he pauses after only a few steps and turns back to say something, but the words die on his tongue as he sees simon has all but vanished.

john bites his tongue, shaking his head before he continues on his way.

the patter of rain is still heavy outside, nearly matching the squelch and squeak of wet shoes on the tile. the bathroom isn’t difficult to locate, and john finds it easy to admit to himself that he’s more than grateful to not be in clothes that cling to his skin.

though maybe had his mind not been so preoccupied with a dark gaze and full baritone, john might have noticed that the products lining the few shelves were not in fact all normal. perhaps he would have noticed jars of herbs and bones, bottles sealed with wax and labelled as spells. maybe he’d have seen the array of things considered otherworldly.

but he doesn’t. instead, john returns to the counter and the cup of coffee; to simon once he returns and a shadow that doesn’t quite follow his movements as it should.

maybe having his car stop working didn’t have to be such a bad thing, for the time being.

(part two)

#i should probably make a proper tag for the au ideas huh #anyway mildly supernatural au #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #ghost x soap #ghoap #soapghost #ghostsoap #alternate universe #writing #drabble

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susyrose-fanart · 18 days

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Art for Heartland Flyer (Destiel Pinefest 2024)

I had the immense pleasure to illustrate @one-more-offbeat-anthem's wonderful fic for the @deancaspinefest 2024!!

You can read her wonderful fic here 💚💙

And below are the two illustrations I did:

#destiel #ao3 #destiel fanfic #pinefest 2024 #deancas pinefest #fanfic art #illustration #digital art #my artwork #krita #fanart #dean winchester #castiel #alternate universe #supernatural #spn

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sunnysideprincess · 6 months

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Tony Stark was a wizard well known to attract trouble with the divine. First it was Loki, who had been enraged that a mere mortal couldn't be enchanted by him. Then it was Thor when Tony cursed his brother to erupt in painful boils if he dared to step on Earth. After, it was Steven drenched head to toe in swamp water—which was very reasonable on Tony's part because the flame keeper's tantrum was hurting his largest batch of hibiscus. Though he was willing to admit there had been a slight misunderstanding due to Natasha and Fury's mingled cunning. There was also Tiberus Stone, a minor deity of an abandoned mountain, who sought Tony's land and thought the best way to do it was to flood the lower plains and destroy an entire settlement. The less it was said about how many mortals and immortals he had pissed off was better. Though the incident did gain Tony his Rhodeybear, a furious looking cloud Elf and it did mellow Steven, who now went by Steve of all names.

Coming to the present, there was a wolf blocking his way. Its fur gleaming silver like the frost and eyes glittering greys and blues like a budding storm. Tony had been warned about it. Once a hell demon going by the name of Winter Soldier, now he was seated at the council of gods as the White Wolf.

Not currently of course. Not when he was prowling around Tony in a way that wasn't unlike a predator circling a prey. A slightly difficult situation, considering Tony was all out of mana after destroying the Hydra beast lurking near a demigod settlement and his spare arc was in the carriage with little miss Wanda. He was bleeding and exhausted, hungry and stumbling.

He was a great wizard. The best. But he was also a mortal in dire need of the comforts of his home.

So he was caught unaware when a drop of his blood touched the ground, when the wolf took a deep breath and lunged, disappearing into a blur. And Tony, who was too busy in trying keep his body upright, yelped when his world tilted and he ended up facing the maw of the beast.

"Alright, that's it," he growled, pulling his only faintly glowing arc out of his pocket. "Get off, frost fleabag, before I push you—hheeek!"

He would never admit it, not even under the threat of drowning, that he squeaked like a squirrel when he felt the icy tip of the wolf's nose diving into the crook of his neck. He would also never tell of how the soft exhale which cast ice crystals over his skin made his cheeks heat in a way no mortal or immortal had ever known to or how he shivered when he felt the scrape of tongue over his skin.

"Bucky, no!"

The wolf jumped back, its teeth bared and eyes slanted in annoyance. Tony was quick to scramble up and plant his back against the nearest stump of tree, wondering why in the world was Steve marching down towards the wolf like it was a runaway dog and why in the world was the White Wolf sniffing and licking Tony.

"What in the seven heavens are you doing?"

The wolf huffed out a challenging breath then growled at the god, before tilting its head towards Tony.

"Absolutely not! No," Steve growled, erupting in his usual bright blue fames. "You know it is forbidden."

"What is," Tony voiced out loud, gathering the attention of the two divines. A flicker of annoyance washed over him, reminding him just why Gods were the most terrible of all immortal brethren. They were brutish, vicious and above all, thought they were entitled to every man's respect. "I wish to know exactly why your friend—is he not—decided to jump a weary travelling wizard?" He gave himself pause to fix his posture, then added a snide "your ever-unfrozen highness" for good measure.

The wolf huffed out a —laugh? It cast a smug look towards Steven then licked its teeth in a slow teasing reminder of what it had tasted on Tony.

Tony, like any respectable wizard, ignored the heat and tingles rising up his spine and crossed his arms.

"Well?"

"He's Bucky."

"Oh my—is he your pet? How very scandalous, your lordship! Does the heaven know about it? Does my godmother know about it? Who, may I remind you, you have pledged your eternally beating heart to."

"Tony," Steve sighed, his flames flickering back to a more manageable size. "No. He's not—He is my friend. And he, uh..."

The wolf snorted and much to Tony's everlasting surprise, Steve's flames came back roaring.

"Shift back to your humane form then, I'm not willing to be your translator for the night!"

"What are you—"

The place where the wolf was standing erupted in a flurry of snow and wind. And Tony watched, fascinated and already itching to try and create a spell which could mimic the flare of it all, as the air cleared.

The wolf was gone, and instead there was a man, almost as tall as Steven. His hair belowed with the wind, reaching past his chin in waves that would make the travelling Sphinx jealous. His left arm, bless Tony's luck, was completely encased in ice and carrying a scythe made of Wakandan moon stone. A greedy part of Tony wondered if he could somehow detach it from the god and keep it for himself, which was immediately smothered by the memory of his mama chastising him for being spoiled.

As if sensing his appreciation, the wolf-god-man bared his teeth-his fangs into a roguish smile and spoke with a deep rumble which clouded the air with a sudden chill.

"I am here to declare wizard Anthony Edward Stark as my beloved consort. And I wish for him to be seated with me in the highest council of gods."

So there you have it.

Tony Stark was a wizard well known to attract trouble with the divine. But this just might be one of a kind.

#winteriron #alternate universe #au: supernatural/fantasy #fantasy au #tony stark #bucky barnes #wizard tony #god bucky #deb writes in between #james bucky barnes #buckytony #mcu #ficlet #white wolf bucky #wanda maximoff #steve rogers #october treats

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talesmaniac89 · 2 years

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The Man in Apartment 43 - Part 29

Series Masterpost (Complete)

Triggers: Some feelings of low self worth

Y/N = Your name | Y/L/N = Your last name | Y/E/C = Your eye colour |

Start Here | Last Part | Epilogue

A/N: This is the last part of the main story! However, please stay tuned for next week's epilogue! I hope you enjoyed the story!

Reader

Placing the last of the bags filled with kitchen supplies on your new counter you sighed wearily. When Gabe said he wanted to go shopping you hadn’t imagined that he meant buying you a whole apartment’s worth of stuff.

The place had already been furnished when you went to visit it two days ago, but between then and now, Gabriel had gotten rid of everything and exchanged it with items that looked nearly the same, but carried a much heftier price tag. He’d outdone himself with shopping marathons in an effort to make sure your apartment was fully stocked, along with a full wardrobe.

All to stick it to his old man.

Still, you were nearly settled. Apart from sorting through the last few bags on your kitchen counter, your friends had helped you unpack everything else. Hell, Gabe would have still been there helping (if you could call it that), if you hadn’t seen him off half an hour ago so you could finish up the last few bits and pieces yourself.

Or more like, chased him out… Since the clutz had broken two glasses trying to get them out of the box and into your cupboards. Without washing them.

Looking around your new apartment, you bit your lip as you leaned against the kitchen counter with a weary sigh. It was still just that. An apartment. Even with Gabe going to nearly extreme lengths to find things that suited you and make it a home, you just couldn’t call it that yet. It still felt cold and foreign. Like everything had felt since you left the Winchester Cabin.

But you knew it wasn’t the apartment’s fault. No, apartment 11A was beautiful and roomy and way out of your budget. With big windows, two bedrooms and a small balcony for when you felt ready to resume your weekly brunch sessions. The apartment was amazing. It was just missing something…

Or someone.

The last four days had been hectic, with the lease signing, Charlie and Gabe dragging you out for mandatory shopping therapy and fending off journalists every step of the way. But through it all, your mind had never left Dean Winchester.

Still, now that you were settled, it was time to say to hell with the media. You had to put your foot down on the constant meetings with the police or the lawyers. And get some time away from your friends who, god bless them, seemed afraid to even leave you alone for a single second. You couldn’t make excuses anymore. You’d promised yourself you would stop running away.

You needed Dean’s green eyes, his comforting smile and the sound of his voice to fill the empty space and warm the chill in the air… Hell, it didn’t feel like the apartment would truly feel like home until he was back in your life. It had only been 20 days, but it felt like a lifetime. After those harrowing 12 days, you just couldn’t go back to normal. Not if your new normal didn’t include the man from apartment 43.

Even if he wasn’t your neighbour anymore.

Scowling at the bags next to you on the kitchen counter, you mimed rolling up your sleeves as your oversized t-shirt just wasn’t dramatic enough for the task at hand and started unpacking the boxes of cutlery, plates and glasses. Once you were done, you’d find a way to reach out to Dean. Hell, even if you had to go to his place and knock on his door… You’d manage. You could do it… If it meant getting to see those brilliant green eyes again.

You’d just pretend you couldn’t see the big number 42 on the door next to his.

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You’d barely gotten the first few pieces of cutlery free from the finicky cardboard box they came in when your phone chimed next to the mess of bags and boxes. Drawing your eyes away from the small plastic bindings that tied each knife to the cardboard, you glanced at your screen. Before dropping what you were doing when you were met with Gabe’s name on the incoming message.

Picking up your phone, you unlocked it, before immediately regretting your decision. Groaning silently to yourself once you read the short message. Your read receipt would have already shown Gabe you’d seen it. Which meant you had no choice but to reply.

Gabe I forgot to tell you. You should go say hi to the neighbours.

Gabe At least the one across the hall from you. That’s the “in” I got you. I wouldn’t have been able to secure the apartment if it wasn’t for 12B.

Before you could even type a message back to explain how you weren’t ready to play meet and greet with a bunch of new neighbours, Gabriel seemed to sense your excuse as he offered up an alternative; only one neighbour. Yet… You didn’t feel up to meeting any new strangers. Not when you were sure that, whoever they were, they would have seen you on the news. And you just couldn’t deal with any more pitying looks.

This was supposed to be your new start.

You wouldn’t let it be mired by looks of pity and more whispers behind your back. Shaking your head you typed out a short reply to Gabe, hoping he wouldn’t push further. Though you knew he’d gone to great lengths to get you the apartment. You knew you owed him, and the neighbour in apartment 12B, a lot. But you just needed some more time. Preferably enough time for the newspapers to stop plastering your face across them.

(Y/N) I will… But not now. I’m busy organising the kitchen.

Pausing, you stared at the screen. Grimacing at the clipped and nearly cowardly way the words looked to you on your screen. They looked like an excuse. Hell, they were an excuse. Yet, you still felt the need to soften them as you quickly typed a follow up, ignoring the dots showing that Gabe was already writing a retort with a small smirk on your lips.

(Y/N) And somehow I’m managing WITHOUT breaking any glasses.

The three dots indicating Gabriel was typing stopped for a second, before they showed up again. And you could nearly picture him furiously erasing the words in order to defend his own clumsiness.

Gabe There were chips in them! They just exploded, it’s not my fault I’m so damn hot even glass melts in my hands.

Rolling your eyes at your phone, you laughed out loud at your best friend's words. Before flinching a bit at how hollow it sounded in the empty apartment. You hadn’t been alone in… Hell. Since the start of the whole damn nightmare. And the silence felt empty and all consuming at the same time as you cut your laugh short to focus on the messages coming rapid fire from Gabe’s side.

Gabe But! Please go right away.

Gabe I know it’s… Soon.

Gabe But your neighbour is nice. I pinky promise.

Gabe And I just got a text wondering if you’d settled in fine.

Gabe Since your neighbour is home now, it’s best to go now.

Gabe Please? For me?

His words were followed by just an endless spammed row of pleading emojis as you grimaced at the piece of plastic in your hand. You really didn’t feel up for meeting any strangers yet, but you didn’t want to ruin Gabe’s friendship with whomever it was.

Especially since Gabriel seemed to, uncharacteristically, care about what this mystery neighbour thought. Maybe it was a hookup? One of his friends with benefits? Or someone who meant a little more, that Gabe hadn’t gotten around to introduce you to? Either way, shooting back a single ‘ok’, you pocketed your phone and scowled down at your mess of a kitchen. It would have to wait.

First you had to go greet the damn neighbours. No one did that anymore. Did they?

But hell… Maybe it was better to know who was living nearby. Especially considering how your former neighbour had saved your life. Though you hoped you’d never have to deal with anything like that ever again. There was only one man next door that mattered to you. Even though he was no longer next door to you.

Walking over to your front door, you took a few deep breaths. You couldn’t help it. The idea of the unknown, which before had felt thrilling to you, now only terrified you. You knew that there was just an empty hallway on the other side of the door. Yet you still had to psych yourself up before you cautiously opened the door, just a smidge, and looked out into the hallway. Not breathing until you were sure it was completely empty.

Opening the door fully, you looked at the number 12B across the hall. As you stepped into the hallway, you couldn’t help but look around again. Worried someone would jump out of the shadows the moment you left yourself open and vulnerable. Taking a deep breath, you left your door halfway open as an easy escape route, should you need it. Before wrapping your arms around yourself and taking the two steps across the hall to 12B. Keeping your eyes on the number, you quieted the small part of you wishing you were looking at the familiar number 43 instead.

Lifting your hand to knock, you hesitated for a second. Your eyes falling as you looked down at your own sock clad feet. Should you have put on shoes? Or would that have been weirder? Frowning at your own feet, you kept your eyes down as you let your knuckles hit against the wood of your neighbours door.

Your eyes were still cast downward as you heard the door open. Your neighbour had clearly been waiting for you. Maybe Gabe told them you were coming? Nearly no time had passed between your knock and the click of the door’s lock. Which meant you had no time to prepare yourself as you wet your lips and tried to find the correct words.

“Hi, I’m your new neighbour, I just moved in across the hall…” You rattled out the first words that came to your mind as you cautiously lifted your downcast eyes to look up at your new neighbour. Yet, as your eyes finally locked with his, your voice died in your throat. Whatever else you’d planned to say was drowned out in a sea of brilliant green as Dean Winchester looked down at you, eyes wide in shock that mirrored yours.

It was Dean, framed by the doorway of apartment 12B as you simply stared up at him. Lips slightly parted around the empty words you’d planned to say as you struggled to remember how to breathe.

It had been so long, and yet, the moment you saw him again it felt like no time had passed at all. You wanted… No, you needed to talk to him. But your heart was in your throat as you tried to find the words… The right words, to tell your saviour next door. The words you’d promised yourself you’d tell him when you finally met him again.

No more running.

Trying to find your voice and the oxygen needed to shape them, your eyes strayed to his full lips before refocusing on those still wide eyes taking you in. Clearing away your shock, you started over again.

“Hi… I just… Gabe got me a new place and told me to come introduce myself. I’m there…” You waved numbly back at the half open door, though your eyes never left Dean’s. His forest green eyes were still wide in shock as he silently looked from you to the half open door of the apartment across the hall…

Say something.

You bit back the plea that nearly broke free from your chest as you watched Dean take everything in. Shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, you hesitated as your brain worked overtime to put everything you wanted to tell him into words. Yet, as you wet your lips and opened your mouth, none of the words you wanted to tell him escaped you.

“I…” You started. Forming the rest of the sentence silently in your mind as you tried to shape the words you’d been carrying silently and carefully in your fragile and broken heart.

I am in love with you Dean Winchester.

“I was wondering… Maybe you’d want to come to mine for dinner? A housewarming of sorts?” You said instead. Swallowing the words you truly wanted to say with a hitched breath.

Coward.

You were supposed to tell him everything. Just like you’d rehearsed on sleepless nights as you watched your dark phone screen in vain, hoping he would call. Yet you were asking him over for dinner?

Letting your eyes drop in shame, you grimaced at your own cowardice. Before just as quickly reshaping the frown into a soft gasp as your eyes finally took in all of him. He had his jacket over his arm and his keys in his hands. Damn it. He was heading out. Of course he was…

“If now’s not a good time…” You let your voice trail off as your heart sank with a slight nod towards the jacket hanging loosely over his toned forearm. Chewing on your bottom lip, you stopped the many selfish words you wanted to say from spilling out. Though you wanted nothing more than to ask him not to leave. Not now. Not when you’d finally met him again.

You’d been missing him so damn much. Every second seemed like an eternity when he wasn’t around. You just wanted to finally talk to him, even if you were too cowardly to tell him what you really wanted to say. You just needed to stay near him. Just for a little while. Even if he didn’t feel the way you did. You wanted him to just… Come over. To fill your new place with some of that familiar warmth from the cabin. So you could try and shape it into a home.

But, Dean was clearly heading out somewhere. And by the slightly tousled look of his hair and the way his tight blue t-shirt was riding up on his abdomen, teasing a small flash of his toned stomach. He was clearly in a rush to… Wherever it was he had to go. You couldn’t stop him… After all, you were just a neighbour.

“No…” Dean finally found his voice as he shook his head. His former wide eyed shock melted into a soft, careful smile as he lifted the jacket in his hands and blindly reached back into the apartment looking for a hook to hang it on before unceremoniously dropping it on the floor as he missed the hook. Shrugging with that boyish grin you’d come to love when your eyes dropped to look at the jacket on the floor; slightly obscured by the door.

“I mean, I’m not going anywhere. I’d love to…” Dean clarified when you glanced back up at him, lips parted in confusion as you glanced from him to the jacket on the floor.

“So… Dinner?” The words left you as a relieved sigh. The idea of going back to your new apartment alone, now that you’d finally gotten to see him again seemed nearly impossible. Just hearing his voice was enough to warm the near constant chill that has clung to you since the cabin. And you knew that your apartment would only feel colder and lonelier if he’d not taken you up on the offer.

Though, as you took a careful step backward, letting him move from where he was framed in the doorway, you still had to swallow hard to quell the butterflies in your stomach. You wanted to talk to him, you were relieved he was staying, but the 20 days apart had caused a divide between the two of you. At least if the way your words were left hanging in the air for a few seconds, stirring it up with nervous energy, was anything to go by.

There was a strained tension to the silence. So much was untouched in the air between you. And after being left for 20 days to simmer, it had grown hard and jagged. Like a wall between you, where you’d previously just managed to knock your walls down and bared your heart to him.

“Yeah… Sure,” Dean finally said. A small careful smile on his lips as he punctuated his sentence with the soft click of his own door closing and signalled for you to lead the way.

Things had seemed simpler, back in the cabin. Easier. Though you knew it was all your fault. The many words you wanted to say, the heart you wanted to offer up, was hanging silently in the air between you. Taking up too much space for anything else to be spoken out loud.

Trying to outrun the awkward silence, you took the few steps back to your new apartment as quickly as you could. Slipping in before opening the door fully to invite Dean in. Barely glancing at the mess left from the move with a grimace as you thought back to Dean’s own carefully maintained and immaculate apartment. But, Dean had seen the chaos that was your damn life. A few empty cardboard boxes was nothing compared to that.

As he stepped into your apartment, Dean only smiled. Staying silent the whole time while moving carefully out of the way to let you shut the door behind him as his eyes stayed on you. As if he was still trying to catch up; taking you in as if he didn’t believe you were really there. Yet as the door closed shut and hid the outside world, your man from apartment 43 finally parted his lips to speak. His eyes glancing from the keys still in his hands to you.

“Look (Y/N). What I said at the cabin…”

Dean didn’t get another word out. And for the second it took for your brain to catch up to your heart and body, you were left wondering why. Until you felt it; the taste of peppermint and coffee on your lips.

You just didn’t want to hear him deny what had happened between the two of you back in the cabin. And, in your desperation, your hands had shot up to curl into the soft cotton of his blue t-shirt before you pulled him against you and lifted yourself up to kiss him. A feather light touch of your lips against his still and unmoving ones. Still slightly parted around the words he’d been trying to say.

Realising what you’d done, your hands slipped from his t-shirt as you jumped back with a gasp. Shit. You’d fucked up. Looking up at where Dean was still frozen in shock you shook your head as you did the only thing you could do. Apologise.

“Sorr…” Before you got even a single full word out, Dean had broken free from his shock as he quickly closed the distance between you and leaned down to capture your lips with his. Mirroring your earlier action as he silenced words he didn’t want to hear.

For a split second, his lips were soft and barely there as he gently tested the waters. But, as you carefully kissed him back, he fully melted into the kiss. His strong calloused hands gently stroked up your arms until he reached your shoulders. Before one hand brushed a few stray hairs out of your face and gently angled your mouth up towards him as he cupped your cheek.

Walking you the single step backwards until your back hit the door, Dean sighed into the kiss before deepening it with a desperation that had so far been nothing but fragile softness. His free hand moved from your shoulder and to your neck as he trapped your body between his and the door. Leaving you nearly whimpering into the kiss as your fingers travelled up his body to once more clutch at his t-shirt. Just… Revelling in all of him.

The taste of him, the feel of his teeth scraping against your lip, lit a fire in your veins, finally thawing the last remnants of the unnatural chill that had clung to you for the last 20 days. He tasted like home. Like safety and new beginnings. And, as you let his tongue slip into your open mouth, you gasped as shots of liquid heat ran through your body.

Your grip on his t-shirt slipped as you instead lifted your arms to wrap them around his neck. Pushing your body against him in an effort to, if possible, be even closer to him. Close enough that the sounds of your heartbeats would intermingle. Filling in the blanks where words somehow didn’t seem like enough.

You lost yourself to the kiss. Letting the madness of the last 20 days, the nightmare that had brought the two of you together, the world itself, slip away into nothingness. Leaving just him and you.

Yet, before you could fully drown in him, Dean gently broke the kiss. His other hand softly slipped from your neck so he could cup your face between both of his hands. Worried green eyes looked down at you as his hands lifted just a fraction from your skin to wipe the tears from your eyes.

Tears you hadn’t even realised you were crying.

Dean

The final remnants of the shock of opening the door and being met with (Y/E/C) eyes was melting away as Dean drowned in her sugar and sunshine lips. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. The feel of her small body clinging to him. The sighs on her lips that he swallowed greedily. His mind was blank. There was no room for anything but (Y/N). Only her; only the shape of her and the taste of her, could break through the heavy thump of his heartbeat in his ears as he deepened the kiss.

She was finally back in his arms. And Dean doubted he could let her go for long enough to even breathe as he savoured the realisation of having her back. Yet, just as he was losing himself fully in the kiss, caging her between him and the door and angling her beautiful lips up towards his, the taste of sugar and sunshine dimmed. Like rain clouds covering the sun itself as Dean’s tongue slid against her lip and tasted the saline flavour of her pain in the kiss.

She was crying.

Damn it, he’d screwed up again. Biting back the curses he wanted to aim inward at himself, he pushed back the vicious voices reminding him that he’d always been a screw up... And instead focused on her. His sunshine girl with rain clouds in her (Y/E/C) eyes.

Leaning back a bit, he cupped her face in his hands as he busied himself trying to catch every single tear that slipped from her eyes before they could reach her trembling lips. Gently brushing them away as he looked down at her with a mix of guilt and worry weighing heavily in his stomach. He’d fucked up. He’d read too much into the kiss. Gone too far, too fast.

She’s gone through so much already. She needed gentle touches, feather light affirmation and space. Not this, not him. Not the passion and desire in him that nearly drove him mad just seconds earlier.

He had promised himself he’d be better for her, that he’d do better. Yet he’d lost his mind the moment he felt her breath hitch against his lips in a sigh shaped slightly like his name. The same sound he’d been dying to hear for the last 20 days.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), I… Shit… Please don’t cry,” Dean could hear his voice break over the words as he busied himself with catching every trace of hurt that left her with trembling fingers against her heated skin. Opening his mouth again, he wanted to continue to apologise. To condemn himself, if that’s what she wanted. Yet, before he could speak up. She shook her head slightly, though with his hands still cupping her cheeks the shake was barely even noticable.

Stepping back from the door slightly, he tried to give her some space to breathe. Though he kept his fingers on her skin. Unable and unwilling to break the fragile connection as he watched her try to find her voice again. Pushing a few stray hairs out of her face, Dean caught yet another tear as she took a step forward, staying close to him instead of taking the space he’d offered up to her.

The tears had nearly dried up as she took a few shaky breaths, but Dean still let his fingers trace the shape of her jaw and lips. Trying to soothe and remove every trace of pain from her features as penance for causing her to cry in the first place.

“It’s… I didn’t even know I was crying,” Her words were followed by a hollow laugh as she lifted a shaky hand and placed it over his. Pushing his palm to her cheek as (Y/E/C) eyes fluttered closed for a moment. Her teeth grazed her bottom lip and soft frown lines appeared on her forehead as she hesitated over her next words.

Opening her eyes, she glanced up at him before refocusing on his chest instead. Unable to look him in the eyes as she started speaking. And though her voice was barely even a whisper, to Dean, in the quiet of her apartment, each word hit him like a gunshot. Tearing at his very being as they pushed the air from his lungs.

“I’m broken Dean… I don’t work right. I run away from everything. My life’s a fucking horror movie and everything I touch just explodes into nothing. I mean… My stalker shot you,” Her words ended in a small sob of a laugh as she looked up at him again. Fresh tears brimming in her eyes as she took another shaky breath.

Opening his mouth to protest, to tell her what he saw when he looked at her, how absolutely damn perfect she was, Dean didn’t get far as she cut him off. Placing two trembling fingers against his lips she just shook her head with a small sad smile. As if she could read the words in his worried eyes. As if she could see how he saw her; how beautiful, strong and absolutely breathtaking she was to him, yet chose to reject it.

“It’s just… I’ve gotten used to this. To pain and disappointment… To running away from things before they become too comfortable. When you’re used to being alone, comfort is so much scarier than loneliness. Or even rejection. So I run, before either side comes true. Before they can reject me, and before I can start to feel something,” She continued. And every new word broke Dean’s heart a little more.

Clenching his jaw shut, Dean’s fingers stilled from where they’d been capturing the fresh tears before they could even fully fall as he steeled himself for heartbreak and rejection. Yet, even as he waited for her to break his heart, he couldn’t help but want nothing more than to wrap her up in his arms and hold her tight. To soothe old hurts and curse the people that left those scars on her beautiful soul.

Though, as he held his breath waiting for her next words, he feared he’d never get the chance to. That this was it. The moment he went back to being a stranger. Just… One that had fallen in love with her.

“But I want you. Somewhere, along this damned horrible roller coaster ride, I just looked up and you were there. And you made it all better. You made me feel strong, safe, right. And for the first time in a very long time, I didn’t want to run away from it. I think I’ve… No…” Shaking her head she finally looked straight into his eyes. Her own (Y/E/C) eyes burning with that same fire that Brian and Ketch had never managed to fully extinguish as she wet her lips before correcting herself.

“I am in love with you, Dean Winchester,” She finally said. The words, so different from what he'd been expecting, left his sunshine girl with just a slight tremble of trepidation. Where his heart had been about to crack into a million little pieces, it now seemed whole for the first time in… Hell, forever.

She was in love with him. Him. She loved him, though he’d thought he didn’t deserve anyone's love. Not anymore…

Swallowing heavily to stop himself from laughing out loud in unbridled joy or just crushing her against him in a bruising kiss, Dean tried to rid himself of the cotton mouthed feeling her words had left him with. His mind was a hazy mess as he felt nearly drunk off of her words. Yet he needed to tell her. To put into words what he should have said that day, back at the hospital.

“(Y/N)...” Dean finally croaked out as he found his voice, grimacing at how broken it sounded in his breathless state. His fingers that had fallen at the thought of her rejection lifted again to angle her face up towards his where she was once more hiding her beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes from him.

“I’m no hero or saint either. I’ve faced my fair share of… Look, I don’t care. I just want you… I’ve fallen in love with every one of those fragile little broken pieces that make you, you. I’ve fallen for your strength, your laughter, your heart… Every part of you made me love you. And I chose to fall deeper into that love, willingly,” Dean had to stop himself from continuing, or he would have spent every last breath in his body listing the many facets of his beautiful girl next door that made him fall for her. And he had yet to say the most important thing.

“I guess what I’m saying is… I’m in love with you too (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” He whispered, his voice cracking at the end of his words as he felt his eyes tear up against his will. Taking a shaky breath, he traced the shape of her features; from her brow and down to her slightly trembling lips as he smiled softly down at the miracle under his fingertips.

“I know it won’t be easy, but if you let me…” Dean started, but before he could finish his sentence, the taste of sugar on his lips took his breath away.

Her kiss was soft and barely even there. Tentative. As if she was still carefully testing the waters as she shaped her lips against his. And he let her lead him. Arms falling down to curl around her waist as he let her set the pace of the whisper of a kiss. Revelling in every taste of her and sighing contentedly at every soft breath against his lips when she drew back before returning to him. Always with just a little more pressure, a little more heat. Melting into him slowly, like cotton candy against his lips.

Deepening the kiss fully, she let her hands curl around his neck and dig into his hair, teasing a groan out of him as she tugged on the short strands of tousled hair. And finally, Dean let go of his control. Drowning in her, in everything she was.

In the sunshine girl that was finally his.

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Dean didn’t know how long he’d let himself get lost in the feel of her lips on his, or the sound of his name leaving her like a honey sweet sigh. But, pulling away to catch his breath, Dean reluctantly placed his forehead against hers to stop himself from chasing the high that was her sweet mouth again. Though his eyes kept dropping to lips as he took a few deep breaths, trying to steady his raging pulse.

“We’d better stop, or we’ll never have that dinner you mentioned,” He finally managed to whisper between breaths as he let his tongue roll against his lip, hoping to taste her there.

As (Y/N) looked up at him, he saw the glimmer of her laughter in (Y/E/C) eyes before it bubbled free from her lips. And Dean nearly needed to steady himself from what the sound did to his mind and heart. It was just so goddamn beautiful. It was the laughter… That same pure laughter he used to hear from her days on her balcony with her friends. Her true laughter, not the forced attempts she’d tried to make during the nightmare riddled 12 days of being chased by her stalker. And Dean had never heard a sweeter sound.

His arms tensed and relaxed as he physically had to keep himself from just saying to hell with food and devouring her instead. She was just so damn perfect, and sweet. Dean was sure he could survive on just the taste of her kiss alone.

“I have a confession to make,” She giggled once her laughter died down. With a mischievous glint in her eyes she let her teeth pull on her bottom lip in a way that once more focused Dean’s attention down to that tempting mouth.

“And what’s that?” Dean murmured as he lifted his hand up, using his thumb to gently tease her bottom lip free from her teeth and traced the shape of it. Damn it, she was irresistible. Wetting his lips, he leaned down and stole a small peck before she could confess to anything. Which earned him a soft gasp from her before she rolled those beautiful eyes at him. He just couldn’t help himself.

“I can’t actually make dinner. I haven’t unpacked my kitchen stuff yet. Gabe… He texted me and told me I had to go across the hall and introduce myself. And apparently, I had to do it right away,” She said with another small laugh, her lips curling up in a small knowing smirk. Since she had clearly followed her best friend’s orders, just as Dean was heading out the door.

“What a coincidence,” Dean mused with a small chuckle. Having already figured out Gabriel’s plan as soon as the words left her. Yet as she lifted a questioning eyebrow in his direction he grinned at her.

“I was just about to go out to meet Gabe, to get your phone number, when you knocked,” He finally continued as he let his fingers follow the cute crease in her brow, removing it with a soft touch of his thumb against her skin.

For a split second, (Y/E/C) eyes widened in realisation before she rolled them and scoffed. The way her nose scrunched slightly looked so damned endearing, Dean had to hold himself back from kissing her again. Instead he let his teeth graze his lip, chasing the taste of her there, as she let her hands drop from where she’s been playing with the hem of his t-shirt to dig her phone out of her pocket.

A weary sigh left her as she unlocked the phone and tapped on her screen before quickly turning the phone towards Dean. The words on the screen teased another small laugh out of him as she groaned at her best friend. Apparently Gabriel had been aiming for a hallway meet-cute.

Gabe Did I time it right? Did you bump into him in the hallway, like in the movies?

Gabe I was counting on Dean not waiting the 30 minutes and rushing out the door. I read him right... Right?

Gabe Please tell me I timed it right!

With a shake of her head, (Y/N) opted to ignore her best friend as she slipped her phone back into her pocket before looking back up at him. Her slightly kiss swollen lips looked so damn tempting he had to swallow hard to not lean in and devour them again.

“So… delivery?” She finally asked, her voice barely a whisper as her eyes glanced down at his lips. Her whole body was leaning into his touch, and damn it… Dean was not a strong enough man to keep fighting himself. Not when everything he wanted was right there. Her eyes fluttering shut or lips parting in a contented sigh from just a touch of his fingers.

Wetting his lips, Dean leaned in slowly, until he could feel her shaky breath on his lips as she waited, impatiently, for his kiss. Placing the ghost of a kiss at the corner of her lips, he smiled against her skin at the displeased whimper that left her from the barely even there kiss before letting his arms curl around her body again.

“Dinner can wait,” He shot back as he quickly lifted her up, teasing a small squeal out of her as she hooked her legs around his hips and placed her arms around his neck. That beautiful laughter was slipping from her lips again, but this time, Dean didn’t hold himself back. Instead he leaned into it. Swallowing the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard with another crushing kiss.

Yeah… Dinner could definitely wait.

Screw Sammy’s bridge analogy. They’d reached the end of that bridge, and Dean’s heart still beat just as hard. If not harder.

Holding her close, Dean let his lips travel from her mouth to her neck and revelled in the feel of her heavy pulse under her skin. Smiling into her soft skin, he let his teeth graze her pulse point. Revelling in the soft moan he teased out of her as he pushed her back against the door leading out of apartment 11A before he chased after her lips again and lost himself in the taste of her…

The monsters were gone, and the horrible memories had been left back in apartment 42. Sure there were still nightmares and court cases left to deal with, but they would get through it. Together. Dean would be with her, every step of the way. He’d stand side by side with her, not as a shield, but as a partner. And together, they’d be able to face it all.

They’d be stronger.

But right then and there? In that moment; with her lips on his and her body shaped against him? She was just… Her. Not his neighbour, or the woman from apartment 11A. And he was just him, not a stranger, a temporary resident of apartment 12B, or the man from apartment 43.

They were the only thing that mattered.

She was there, with him. And they were finally home.

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