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jizemderler · 5 years

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Priorities {Shawn Mendes}

A/N: Aight, here goes my first Shawn imagine. Hope y‘all like it! Dad!Shawn. Fluff. A lil angst. Happy ending.

Summary: In which Shawn is really forgetfull because he is under pressure which you normally understand but when it‘s about your five year old son, you draw a hard line.

„G‘Morning.“ you smiled feeling his lips brush over your cheek and turned around to snuggle into his chest. „Good Morning beautiful.“ he said, his voice raspy from the lack of sleep and you furrowed your brows. „When did you get in bed?“

„Around five.“

You propped yourself up on your elbow and grabbed the clock from behind him and raised a brow. „You definetly need some more sleep.“ you said after seeing the red numbers which told you it was only 08:30. „I can‘t. I gotta finish the song by tonight.“ he said and you rolled your eyes. „Yes you can.“ you said pushing him back down by his shoulders and placing a soft kiss on his lips. „If you get sick and die on me they won‘t have anyone to finish the damn lyrics.“ you said sarcastically and he rolled his eyes, his lips forming into a grin.

„I‘m gonna prepare breakfast and you‘re gonna sleep.“ you demanded and he just went quite which you interpreted as a surrender.

***

Half an hour later you were preparing breakfast with Jacob. He was standing on his little stool while arranging the plates and you were cutting up some vegetables when Shawn came into the kitchen. „Good morning Big J.“ you heared him say while tickling him and the happy laugh of your five year old filled the kitchen. „Morning Pa.“ he laughed and fought against the big hands of Shawn, trying to get rid of him. Shawn wasn‘t Jacobs biological father. Anyone from the outside would never suspect anything because he looked after him as if he was. Jacob was from your previous relationship who just dumped you like a hot potato when he heared about the pregnancy. Things got ugly real bad.

„What are you thinking about?“ His voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked up into his searching eyes and smiled. „About you not being in bed sleeping.“ He just laughed at that and you hit his shoulder playfully with the cloth you had in your hands.

***

On Monday you were working your late shift and Shawn was working from home. It was your turn to pick up Jacob from his grand parents and so you did. „Mom what‘s for dinner?“ you heared your little boy ask from the backseat and smiled to yourself. „I don‘t now bear. Whatever Daddy decided to cook. It‘s a surprize for the both of us.“ you said turning it into a game and he was excited straight away. When you came home though the house was silent. The kitchen was silent.

„Honey! We‘re home.“ you called through the house and waited for an answer but there was none. „Jacob why don‘t you go change while I go get Daddy, huh?“ you asked him and he nodded immediatly and went straight to his room. You on the other hand went to Shawns office just to find him and his manager having a meeting. „Hello Andrew. How are you doing?“ you asked politely and smiled.

„Oh hey, Y/N. I‘m good how are you? How‘s the little one?“

„Good, good. He‘s great. Uh..can I borrow Shawn for a sec? I‘ll bring him back in one piece I swear.“ you joked and he chuckled while raising his hands in defeat. „He‘s all yours.“ You smiled a little smile while stepping out of the office into the corridore. „Hey.“ Shawn greeted you and placed a kiss on your temple. „Uh..I just wanted to ask you something.“ you said while shoving your hands into your pockets. You didn‘t want him to feel bad but it still kind of annoyed you. „Did you make dinner?“ you asked him and his eyes widened while he remembered his promise. „I‘m so sorry. I totally forgot..“ he apologized immediatly but you brushed it off. „It‘s fine. You were busy. Can you ask if Andrew wants Pizza?“ you said while walking away and he was frozen because he knew he fucked up. It wasn‘t a big deal he knew that too because you were understanding of his pressure that came with his job. But he also did not miss the tiny bit of disappointment in your eyes.

You were not expecting him to do major things or things that required a routine because to be honest his life was a mess. But you did expect him to do stuff that he promised he would do. You were relying on him. „So what did Pa make?“ The voice of Jacob pulled you out of your thoughts and you smiled down at your boy. „Surprize! He ordered Pizza. You‘re favourite.“ you said to him and he jumped up and down and threw his fist into the air. Shawn was standing in the doorframe and Jacob went up to him and hugged his legs. „Thanks! I love you.“ he said with a grin plastered across his face and couldn‘t hold back a smile. Shawn mouthed ‚Thank you‘ to you before bending down and picking him up. „Love you too buddy. Let‘s help Mommy set the table alright?“

***

A few days later you were standing in the kitchen writing down geoceries that needed to be bought when Shawn came in too and looked over your shoulder. „I can get those if you want.“ he offered while taking a mug out of the cabinet and you raised a brow. „You sure?“

„Yeah I don‘t mind.“ he said and poured you two some coffee. „I really need these though for the dinner I‘m hosting. I can get them myself if you‘re too busy.“ you offer and he shakes his head. „No I‘ll do it. You‘re doing enough. I got a meeting in an hour, then a shoot, then some test shoots and after that I‘ll go get these before I come home.“ he said and you were trying very hard not to take back your list. „Sure. Thank you.“ You went over to him and placed a kiss on his cheek while he wrapped one arm around your waist. You leaned your head against his shoulder and breathed in his scent while you both sipped your coffee before the day started.

Later that day you were sitting on the couch in the living room. Jacob was already asleep and you were enjoying a glass of wine while watching some TV when you heared the front door open. The footsteps that were coming closer sounded heavy and exhausted. As soon as you saw him you knew he had a rough day. He walked over to you and threw himself onto the couch and burried his face into your lap. When he covered his face with his hands you knew something was wrong. „Hey. Hey.“ you said woth furrowed brows and tried to pull away his hands to look him in his eyes. „What happened?“ you asked while brushing your hands softly up and down his back. „I‘m so exhausted.“ He finally said and you leaned down to kiss the top of his head. „Look at me.“ you demanded and it took him a few seconds before looking up into your eyes. His eyes were red and really small from exhaustion and you softly covered them with your hands knowing that you were the only one able to calm him down at these moments. „You‘re gonna be fine, okay? Just breathe. Planing and creating new stuff is always stressfull. Just think about what fun you‘ll have once your work is out. World tour. Meet‘n greets. It‘ll all pay off.“ you talked soothingly to him and his breath calmed down a bit and you lifted your hand a tiny bit and saw him smiling a bit. „How do you do that?“ he asked while reaching out for your face and you grinned. „I know my man.“ you joked. You didn‘t have the heart to ask him if he got what you desperatly needed for tomorrow. Because you were not seeing any bags and confronting him would make him feel even worse. You just had to rearrange the dinner.

***

Weeks went by and his forgetfullness got worse day by day. He was always working and even in his sleep he‘d be talking about songs and deadlines and what not. You were nervous about this but you had to call him. „Hi baby.“ he answered your call and you kept your eyes on the street while thinking about what you would say. „Hi honey. Uh..you got a minute?“ you asked him and waited for his answer.

„Are you driving?“ he asked without answering and you nodded not realizing he wasn‘t seeing you. „Hello?“ „Uh, yeah sorry. Look Shawn I got a call from a client and I have to drive like two hours to their hometown and I won‘t make it back until like twelve. I wanted to ask you if you could pick up Jacob from the Zoo. They went on a school trip. I would‘ve made it if this wasn‘t so important. “

„Of course. Just tell me when and where and I‘ll arrange my timeline.“ he said and you were chewing on your bottom lip. „Shawn.“

„Yeah. I can hear you.“

„You know how Jacob is when we come to late to pick him up. Please be on time.“ you said trying to warn him not to forget about it.

„I will. Don‘t worry about it.“ he assured you.

„Promise?“

„Promise.“

***

You were exhausted when you came back home. Your client was on a sucide mission and it took you several hours to calm him down and get him back into his normal state. You’re phone died on the way there so you weren’t even able to call Shawn on your way back home. So when you were back home you were just happy that you could relax with your boys. It was friday so Jacob was probably asleep ontop of Shawn in the livingroom because they fell asleep watching a movie. The picture in your mind that was literally engraved in your brain made you smile. But when you reached the livingroom nobody was there. „Hmm.“ you huffed and furrowed your brows. Maybe Shawn brought him into his bed. It was really late afterall. You walked upstairs with your eyelids feeling heavy and your limbs almost numb from exhaustion. But as soon as you opened the door to Jacobs bedroom you were as awake as one could be. „Jacob?“ you called his name when you found his bed empty and rushed to the bathroom. „Jacob are you in there?“ you said after knocking and went in when no one answered. „Jacob!“ you called louder now and went into every room but he was nowhere to be found. „Baby where are you?“ you asked again your voice now near to breaking. Could Shawn..No he couldn‘t have, right? But he was not here. Jacob was not in the house. The office door flew open and a very startled Shawn stumbled out of it. His hair was messy, his eyes red and puffy. „I fell asleep.“ he said with wide eyes and rage mixed with pain and worry filled your chest. „Shawn where is Jacob?“ you growled. „I fell asleep.“ he repeated and you lost your mind. „Shawn where is my fucking son?!“ you barked and he had never seen you this furious.

***

Jacob was at his grandparents. The teachers tried calling Shawn but he fell asleep in his office and his phone was in the kitchen. You‘re phone had already died on your way to the client. So the teachers nor your parents were able to reach out to you. You had lost your mind over the last hour and the thought of loosing your son made you furious. You figured out that he was safe and good when you finally looked at your phones. Now you were sitting in your old room upstairs crying silently while waiting the shock to wear off. You heared a knock at the door but did not look up.

„Hey.“ It was Shawn.

„Shawn leave me alone or I‘ll swear to god I‘ll break your heart.“ you growled and the anger rose up again. „I‘m so sorry. I know what I did was not acceptable and I don‘t know what happened to me but I need you to forgive me.“ he begged you but you couldn‘t even look at him. „You need to sort out your priorities Shawn. If my son comes after all your work then we can‘t be in your life.“ you said trying not to yell at him. „He is my son too. He is my first priority.“ he said desperatly trying to reach out to you. „He is not. You can say he is but your actions show he is not. You wouldn‘t forget about him if he was. I would never. I‘d fucking die before I forget about him.“

„Please don‘t say that, Y/N. I love you both more than you can imagine. I just need to sort things out. I need to take time off to take care of you guys and myself.“

„We‘re gonna stay here tonight. I want you to leave us alone for some time. I need to think whats best for Jacob.“ you said ignoring what he was trying to communicate.

„I‘m begging you please don‘t do this to us. I‘m sorry.“

„How am I doing this to us Shawn?“ you yelled finally exploding, „You did this. You put us second. You overworked yourself to a point where your loved ones slipped through your fingers. Get your shit together. The well being of my son is way more important to me than any feelings you or I could have for each other. And that is my priority. Now get out.“ you yelled and he flinched at your words, stepping back because you wouldn‘t let him talk.

***

It was 4 a.m. when your phone woke you up from your restless sleep. „Hello?“ you said half asleep and were confused when you heared andrews voice. „Hey, Y/N. I‘m sorry for waking you. I don‘t want you to worry, it‘s nothing major but..I need you to come to the hospital.“

Oh no. Shawn. So many bad things flooded your mind, knowing his mental state and you felt your heart wrench. „Andrew..“ you said with a shaky voice. „Nothing happened. Calm down. He just had a big panick attack and we couldn‘t calm him down. I know you were the only one who could calm him down and he must‘ve fucked up big time if you left him like this but he really needs you.“ he explained and you were already on your feet.

„He did. I‘ll be there in ten.“

***

When you walked into his hospital room you surpressed a gasp. His eyes were closed and he was breathing calmly and his hand was connected to a bag full of liquid. They had given him some sedative to calm him down, so his body and his mind could rest. You only now realized that he lost some weight and his face was really pale, he also had dark circles around his eyes. You went over to him and sat down to hold his hand. You kissed his knuckles gently and closed your eyes. „I‘m sorry I wasn‘t there for you when you needed me the most.“ you whispered and layed your cheek on top of his hand.

***

The sun was shining through the curtains when you woke up. Your neck was hurting and you had to strecht your limbs to get the soreness out of your body. You looked up at Shawn whose eyes were still closed and brushed your fingers through his hair and his eyes fluttered open. „Y/N?“ he slurred and you sent him a tiny smile. „I‘m here.“ you said and cupped his face with your hand. „I‘m sorry.“ he apologized clearly near tears and you shushed him. „I know. I‘m sorry too. I should‘ve seen it sooner. I should‘ve been there for you.“ you apologized too and leaned down to kiss his forehead. „You‘re not leaving me?“ he asked causiously and you shook your head. „But we need to sort some things out. First you need to get well though. That‘s the important thing right now.“

He opened his mouth to say something but in that moment the door opened and a little boy ran across the room and jumped up the bed hugging Shawn close to his body. „Dad! Are you okay?“ he said into Shawns neck and you chuckled at his heartwarming concern. „I‘m dashing.“ he answered the littleone and hugged him tight to his body. „Are you?“

„I‘m dashing too, if you are.“ he answered and made you all laugh.

„You two are my priorities. I promise.“ he said over Jacob to you and you smiled, knowing that he really meant it. Even though you had some problems you knew it was true.

„And you two are mine.“

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mcgonnagle · 5 years

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Happy happy birthday to my fellow fangirl, EdWin squad companion and amazing friend @winryofresembool !!🤗🎉 A super long time ago you gave out this sort of prompt to write something based on the topic of Ed‘s leather pants, and I do keep my promises^^ (And if you’re wondering why it turns serious and angsty about halfway through I DON‘T KNOW EITHER)

Anyway, I hope you have a wonderful day and a year filled with lots of chocolate (both the cake kind and the EdWin kind xD❤️❤️)

It was the stupid pants.

More precisely, it was Granny finally forcing the boys to clean out the suitcases that had been sitting in the corner of their room for weeks.

But really, it was stupid, infuriating Edward Elric, who never in his life seemed to throw anything away. Because why in the world would he still have a pair of leather pants at the bottom of his suitcase, when to the best of her knowledge, he hadn’t worn those since they’d split up that day in Briggs?

And maybe she should have known better than saying out loud how small they seemed now, but noone besides that idiot could have somehow twisted that into her calling him short. Which apparently he now had to somehow disprove by putting on clothes that were never ever going to fit-

„Brother, it’s really not necessary“ Al sighed next to her on the bed.

She’d been helping him look through the clothes he’d brought from Central, sorting out the ones he‘d already grown out of. Al had lamented the loss of the first shirts he‘d picked out for himself in more than five years, but honestly, she was glad she’d never seen him in those. It was still scary to look at him sometimes, as if he’d be blown away in the slightest breeze like a dandelion seed-

„I‘ll show you! Just you wait-“ Ed finished pulling up the stupid pants with a grunt, and admittedly, they came up quite short on the ankles.

They were also very tight higher up.

Ed didn’t seem to care though, or was willing to ignore it for the time being as he turned around with a grand flourish. The effect was slightly ruined by his struggle to stay upright.

Winry snorted, and she could hear Al shake his head with a long-suffering sigh, muttering something like „Oh, Brother“.

„What are y‘all laughing for? Shut up, I‘m taller than you-“

He kept wriggling around, apparently trying and failing to pull up the zipper with-

Her tongue caught behind her palate.

It wasn’t like- she’d seen Ed in underwear countless times, hell she’d seen him naked after his surgeries, and it wasn’t something she’d ever given a second thought too-

She knew she loved him of course, had even admitted it out loud to Granny, but there was still something profoundly embarrassing about realizing that your childhood friend had a nice ass. Like really, really nice.

Winry could feel her cheeks grow hot, and bit the inside of her lip, hard.

She forced herself to look away, focusing instead on evading the foot he kept waving around in front of their faces, presumably to show off that he had indeed outgrown the stupid leather pants.

It was a beautiful foot, if she did say so herself, with the new suspension system she’d installed three weeks ago shining through at the heel, smelling slightly of Brautmeier‘s Best Machine Oil, now that the idiot finally remembered to properly take c-

Was that?- Was that actually?

„Edward Elric, why the hell is there a huge dent on your dorsal plate?! What did you do?“

He stopped whatever height-related rant he‘d been yabbering until now, and gulped slightly. Then he narrowed his eyes at her.

„Well if anything it’s your Granny’s fault, that old hag has been a total slavedriver and wouldn’t shut up about the roof leaking in the workshop-“

„Ed you absolute moron, we all told you to take it easy with your arm, and you keep insisting on doing everything on your own-“

She forced herself to take a deep breath and slowly unclenched her fists.

„Well what happened? Did your hand spasm again and you dropped the hammer?“

His eyes widened for a second before turning dark.

„So what if I dropped the hammer? My leg works fine. And you know what? My arm is fine too, I punched the literal incarnation of God in the face with this arm, so I think I can handle a fucking roof-“

She could vaguely hear Al struggling to get off the bed (at what point had she stood up?), telling her and Ed to please calm down, but the blood rushing in her ears seemed to drown out every other sound and if she could just make that bloody idiot see reason for one second-

„Well you obviously can’t handle a fucking roof, not if you’re damaging your automail while y-“

„See this is why I don’t tell you things, you’re always freaking out about the tiniest things! You’re-“

He stopped himself when he saw her blinking away tears, which only made her more angry.

„You’re such an idiot“, she shouted, and cursed her voice for sounding so screechy. She whirled around, and left the door rattling in its hinges on her way out.

Al could sort through the rest of his shirts himself. Hopefully.

Or maybe that stupid brother of his could do something useful for once, that didn’t result in him ruining her automail, and hurting himself, and-

She gripped the wrench in her pocket tightly, and imagined herself giving Ed a good, hard whack on the head.

She turned to the workshop, in need of a distraction, and started with the first thing on this week‘s list, which was measuring and recutting parts for an arm they‘d upgrade in four days.

It was a good arm, an interesting project because she could combine the lighter alloy she worked with at Garfield‘s with her earlier designs-

It was still not quite enough to get her mind to stop thinking about stupid, nerve-racking Edward Elric.

For all of his patience with Al‘s slow recovery, he remained just as reckless and prickly with his own as he had been at eleven.

Maybe it was frustration after they’d beaten all those impossible odds, or maybe he just didn’t want Al to see that the arm he‘d sacrificed himself for wasn’t working perfectly; whatever the reason, Ed‘s arm was a taboo topic and it annoyed her to no end.

The metal grinder was whirring loudly in her ears, and so she didn’t notice the knocking until it was accompanied by a particularly loud clang of metal against metal and Ed‘s irritated voice calling „C‘mon Winry don’t be a bitch, I‘m trying to apologize here.“

She shut the machine off and set her goggles aside.

„Sorry, I didn‘t hear you. Come in.“

The door opened and closed while she began to clear her work table.

She could see him shift his weight from one foot to the other out of the corner of her eye.

„I‘m sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t mean that- what I said. I‘m sorry.“

„It’s okay. I guess I overreacted a bit.“

„Would you- would you consider fixing my leg? I mean, it still works and all, but it ain‘t that pretty I guess-“

Winry gestured to the chair next to her. „Sit down, take off your pants, you know the- wait“.

She threw the screwdriver into the closest drawer (even if that one was for measuring instruments, technically-well nevermind) and hated, hated how her breath hitched in her throat.

„Why in the world are you still wearing those damn pants?“

His face turned red and he looked away. „I- couldn’t get them off“, he mumbled, waving vaguely with his right hand for emphasis. Oh.

„And Al refused to help me! He said it was my own stupid fault, and that I should go beg for your mercy or whatever-“

„Of course I‘ll help you! Just uhh- can you hold up your boxers if I pull?“

„Umm- yeah sure.“ His cheeks were flaming when she knelt down in front of him, his eyes fixated on the anatomy posters on the wall.

„Okay, so I‘ll just-“

„Uhuh.“

„Right.“ She could feel her ears growing hot, and bit her lip. Don’t be ridiculous, she told herself, you‘ve helped your patients with this a thousand times. The fact that this is Ed should make it easier, if anything.

By the times she‘d managed to peel the pants off down to knee height, her lip was bleeding, and Ed‘s forehead was covered in sweat. Also he seemed to be mumbling something incoherent.

„Look, the hardest part is done. I think it’s easiest for the rest if you sit down, Ed. Ed?“

„-lium, Calcium, Scandium-“

„ED!“ She added a slight punch to his side for good measure, and he blinked at her.

„Uhh yeah.“ They hobbled over to the chair together, her supporting his shoulder.

„Why did you put them on anyway? I mean-“ Ed sat down with a grunt,and she rolled her eyes.

„I mean, you know that you‘ve grown since last year. You knew that these pants wouldn’t fit you. So why-“ she finally managed to pull the last piece over his feet, and threw the damn thing on his lap.

„Why did you do it?“

He leant back on the chair, crossing his arms behind his head and avoiding her eyes.

„I guess I had to prove to myself that I really can’t be the Fullmetal alchemist anymore“, he answered finally, his mouth pulled into a crooked smile.

„Because your pants are now too short?“ She raised her eyebrows.

„Well, I always made them myself, so it actually- ugh I don’t know, damnit Winry, they were a part of it too, my pants, my jacket, my boots, my coat- never got that one back from Mrs. Bradley now that I think about it-

I know it’s kinda pathetic, but I guess I had to really see it again-“

„It’s not pathetic“, she replied, careful to keep her voice neutral, and hopefully keep her face from pulling into any weird grimaces.

„Well I obviously can’t wear them anymore, so maybe I should give them to some kid in the village, someone who can appreciate my edgy-“

„ I don’t know, or you could keep them for your kids someday.“

Damnit, why had she said that? Her head was spinning as if she’d just gotten off of Rush Valleys most terrible rollercoaster, and Ed‘s face was rapidly approaching tomato colour.

„Win-ry“, he choked, and this clearly was a discussion for later, way, way into the future-

„Forget I said that! What I meant to say-“ was there something she’d meant to say? Well, she had better think of something fast-

„Don’t call yourself pathetic. Please. You gave up something really important to you, even if we got Al back. If I had to give up automail- I guess I would feel very lost for a while.“

„But I‘m not lost! After all those years I‘m finally back home, right, this is everything we wanted, and I‘m happy, I am, it’s just-“

He was breathing hard, fingers clenched around his knees so tight the knuckles shone white.

Their eyes met, for a second, and then he looked away again, lips pressed into a thin line.

„I guess I never imagined myself becoming this useless“.

„Ed you’re not-“

„I know, I know. And I‘d do it all again, obviously, because in exchange I got Al, and my friends, and y-“

His ears turned red again. He raised up his right arm, clenching and unclenching his hand, and she caught herself waiting for the familiar click-click-click of her first automail.

„It’s just, I started alchemy when I was five. First it was just fun, and then Mom liked it, and then I thought I had to get her back, and then I had to get Al‘s body-

Point is, I‘m not good at anything else. I don’t know anything besides alchemy, I can’t even figure out how to fix a stupid roof-“

„Will you shut up about the damn roof? I‘ll fix it tomorrow, if it bothers you that much-“

„More like it bothers Granny that much“, she heard him mutter-

„-and about the alchemy thing, I guess you just have to decide what you want to do with your life now. Not your mom, not what you have to do.“

She touched his jaw lightly, crouching down to meet his eyes.

„Just because you can’t do physical transmutations anymore doesn’t mean you stop being an alchemy freak though.“

His eyebrow twitched. Then the corner of his mouth.

„That’s rich coming from you. Damn gearhead.“

„Speaking of“, she lifted herself back up, „I still have to fix that foot of yours. You’re a walking disgrace to Rockbell automail right now.“

He snorted, probably about to spout some smartass remark, but she sent him a withering glare.

He wisely decided to shut up.

„Thank you, Win“, he mumbled amidst the clanking of her hammer.

„Seriously. I owe you one.“

You could wear those pants again. Get Al to adjust the size-

Out loud, she said: „Don’t worry about it. We’re all home now. That’s what counts. We have time to figure things out, right?“

#edward elric #Winry Rockbell #edxwin #my writing #fma #fmab

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wayward-marvel-sommer1196 · 7 years

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Wrong Place, Wrong Time Part 3: The Road to Recovery

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic), Bobby x Reader (paternal)

Trigger Warnings: talks about kidnapping, talks about rape, briefly mentions murder, mentions torture, language, nightmares (not discussed, just that they have them), shock, I think that’s it. Angst

Word Count: 2952

Summary: You get back to Bobby’s already starting to feel better with the sensation of being home. You share a moment with Dean that shows progress in your recovery. Bobby and Dean leave for a quick hunt reluctantly, leaving Sam behind with. The younger Winchester, who mind as well be your brother takes care of you, and you begin to feel like your old self again. Is he able to get you to talk? Is anyone? Read and find out. (Sorry this summary sucks. I’m tired and my brain doesn’t feel like trying.)

A/N: Hey y’all here is the third and final part of wrong place wrong time. Sorry it’s late, I meant to post it earlier but I spent most the day helping take care of my feverish 2-year-old nephew. He needed his auntie. Anyway, loved writing tis despite the dark themes and hope you enjoy reading it. As always feedback is always encouraged and always wanted and hate will not be tolerated. Take your nasty opinions elsewhere. Read away my SPN loves.

P.S. READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS!!!!!! I CAN NOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH.

Part 1: The Incident

Part 2: The Aftermath

After that encounter, Bobby recommended that first, you bathe, because after a week without a shower your odor was enough to kill small animals, and second that you all come back to his house and relax and get out of those rinky dink motels.

Once you arrived at Bobby’s house you immediately felt a sense of security and safety. That house held so many of your childhood memories that it was hard not think about those happy times when you were there.

You went up to your old room, which was just the way you left it all those years ago, which made you smile. You changed into some fluffy pj pants and a simple blank tank top. It was nice to be somewhere so familiar and full of love. It was nice to be home.

After you got comfortable you ran downstairs. Even though you still weren’t up for talking, there was someone you needed to show your appreciation and love for. You found Dean and grabbed his hand. He looked at you and smiled, which completely melted you. You yanked his arm signaling for him to follow you to which he obliged.

You brought him to your room and clenched onto him like you were holding on for dear life. Dean engulfed you in his arms and squeezed you tight to let you know he was there for you. Suddenly, he felt a wetness on his chest and noticed you crying. He ran his hand down the back of your head quietly and sweetly shh-ing you.

When he felt you letting up a bit, he loosened his grasp and pulled your face up to look at him. “Still uncomfortable with talking?” he asked. You replied by nodding your head yes. “That’s ok sweetheart. We don’t have to talk. Just let me be here for you, yeah?”

To respond you let go of him and just grabbed his hand and brought him over to your bed. You laid down and he just wrapped his arms around you and you settled in his warmth. He held onto you carefully and kissed your temple.

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After about two hours, Sammy went looking for where you two had disappeared off to. He finally made it to your room when he opened the door and saw the sight in front of him. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Dean cuddling you. His brother never showed his sensitive side, but with you all his walls were down and Sam loved that you had that effect on Dean. He could only hope that after you got better that you two would finally just give in and tell each other how you truly felt.

As Sam went to leave the room he accidently knocked a book off your dresser and cringed at the loud thump it made. Dean jumped up immediately and scanned the room. When his eyes fell on Sam he gave him a ‘really dude?’ look. Sam quietly whispered sorry and awkwardly backed out of the room.

Dean met Sam downstairs to have a conversation he knew was coming.

“Hey man, sorry about that. I was trying look for y’all to see where you headed off to. I was just trying to back out when I hit that damn book,” Sam explained.

“It’s fine. I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” Dean replied.

“What happened man? She open up to you?”

“Well in a way yeah. She still hasn’t talked. But she dragged me up there and held onto me like I was a life raft and started to bawl her eyes out. I’ve never seen her cry like that man. So, I just held her and squeezed her tight to let her know I wasn’t going anywhere.”

Sam looked at his brother with sincerity in his eyes and said, “That’s a good sign man. It means she’s trying. She’s trying to let you in. So, when are you going to tell her Dean?”

“Sam, really? Now with this? It’s not exactly the right time.”

“One, there’s never going to be a right time. Two, with the way you two were laying together I think that maybe that could help her get out of her shell.”

“Sam, what you saw was me comforting her. She brought me over to the bed. She didn’t want to be alone. My intention was to wait for her to fall asleep and leave, but I guess with my lack of sleep lately that I fell asleep just as quickly as she did.”

Sam gave Dean a knowing look and just said, “Whatever you say Dean. Whatever you say.”

Just then Bobby came in. “Hey boys I need some help. A friend of mine just called and said he needs some help with a ghost problem. Should be a simple salt and burn but I can’t do it myself. I need one of y‘alls help.”

Both boys looked at each other with confliction. Both wanted to stay and help you but both knew Bobby needed the help.

Sam was the first to speak, “Dean, why don’t you go and I’ll stay here with (Y/N).” Before Dean could say anything, Sam continued, “You know, so you can have some time to think about what we were just discussing. Get some fresh air on the situation.”

“Fine. Bobby lets go,” Dean reluctantly said.

The guys left for the hunt that was only an hour away and left Sam alone with you.

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About a half hour later Sam heard a scream come from your room and ran up the stairs. He threw open your door to see you thrashing in your bed. He dashed over and tried to gently wake you. After the third shake you jolted awake and hit Sam in the process. After you saw where you were and who you were with you hugged Sam and just let him sort of hold you.

“(Y/N), are you ok?” he asked with concern laced in his voice. You nodded yes. He pulled you away so he could look at your face. “Nightmare?” he asked. Again, you shook your head yes. So, held you for a bit longer.

“Why don’t you go take a shower wash yourself off and refresh yourself while I go make us something to eat?” Sam offered.

You shook your head yes. As Sam went to walk out you grabbed his arm with a questioning look on your face. Sam instantly knew what you were thinking. “You want to know where Dean is?” You shook your head yes. He smirked and said Dean was on a quick hunt with Bobby an hour away and they shouldn’t be long. You nodded and headed towards the shower.

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After one of the best showers you had ever taken in your life, it was nice to be home, you smelt something glorious. So, after you got dressed you ran to see what Sam had whipped up. When you reached the kitchen, you saw Sam platting some mac ‘n’ cheese. You didn’t know how, but that man made mac ‘n’ cheese smell and taste like it was a fancy $40 pasta dish from some fine dining restaurant.

After y’all finished up Sam brought the dishes to the sink and you sauntered your way over to the couch and curled yourself into a ball. A wave of sadness, emotional pain, grief, regret, and hatred towards yourself flooded your system and started to make the tears flow from your eyes again. You tried to choke back the sobs, to be strong, but it wasn’t working. You had already cried enough. You were stronger than this. You didn’t want the boys to think you lost your edge and if Sam noticed you now that’s exactly what you thought he would think.

Sam, however, did notice you. But, that was definitely not what he was thinking. As he stalked over to you and enveloped you in his arms, he couldn’t help but think how resilient you were. How you had just gone through hell, well maybe not literal hell, but you get it, and made it out alive. He thought you were strong before this incident, but now he thought you were even stronger. Not many people could survive and live through what you did. His eyes started to glisten with the beginning of tears just thinking about the awful things those horrid men put you through. If they hadn’t already killed them he would do it again 100 times over.

Without realizing it, you fell asleep in the warmth of Sam’s arms. This man loved you as his family and always protected you as such, so you couldn’t help but feel safe in his arms.

After a bit Sam noticed you in your slumber state and just reached for the remote to turn the TV on so he didn’t have to move you. It didn’t take long for Sam to follow in your footsteps and fall asleep as well.

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Sam woke with a jolt about an hour later. You had been having another nightmare and with the tight grip you had on his bicep and the thin layer of sweat that now coated your body he could tell it was a bad one. But, instead of waking you he just held you tighter, kissed the top of your head, caressed your arm, and whispered everything was going to be alright into your ear. After a few minutes, you calmed down and went back to a peaceful sleep.

Sam shifted slightly so he could move out from under you. He carefully laid your head on the couch and made sure you were covered as he stepped out of the room. He took out his phone and dialed Dean’s number to check on how the hunt was going.

“Hello,” Dean answered.

“Hey man, how’s the hunt going?” Sam asked.

“We are actually done. We are on our way back now.”

“Wow. Really? That was quick.”

“Yeah for once it was a quick salt ‘n’ burn. No muss, no fuss.”

“That’s cool. We don’t see too many of those.”

“Yeah, how’s (Y/N) doing.”

“The same. She showered, ate, and is now sleeping on the couch. Still no talking.”

“As long as she is alright. That’s all that matters. Look, we got about 45 minutes left on our drive we’ll talk more when Bobby and I get back.”

“Alright see you then. Bye.”

“Bye.”

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You woke up a half hour later alone in the room. You got up in search for Sam. You walked out the back door leading to the salvage yard and saw him leaning against one of the old junkers that Bobby had laying around. You walked up to him, stood on your tippy toes, and gave him the biggest hug you could muster.

“Hey, what’s this for?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around you.

At that moment, or maybe it was the moment after waking up, you finally felt the strength you needed to talk. “It’s for always being here for me, especially now, and being the best big brother a girl could ask for,” you said with a raspy voice as you squeezed a little tighter.

He slightly pulled you away and looked at you with widened eyes. “You just spoke,” was all he could muster through the shock of hearing your voice for the first time in two and a half weeks.

“Yeah. I guess I finally feel strong enough.”

“I guess.” He said with a chuckle. “And you never have to worry about me not being there for you. I always will and you are the best little sister a guy could ask for. Why don’t we go back inside?”

“No, it’s nice out here. Let’s just sit for a while. Can you help me up on the trunk?”

“Yeah, sure,” he said as he grabbed your arm to help boost you up to sit on the trunk of the car.

“I’m sorry I was too weak to handle this and stopped talking. I guess it’s just my defense mechanism.”

“Is that what you think? That your weak? (Y/N), you are one of the strongest women that both Dean and I know. Believe me when I tell you weak was the last thing on our minds. You survived a horrible traumatic event that most people wouldn’t be able to get through.”

“I know but I couldn’t even fight my way free. Then handling it just didn’t seem like an option so by pushing that down the tears and silence came out. That’s weak.”

“No, (Y/N) it’s not. Everybody handles trauma differently. This was the way you handled it and that is just fine. If you were weak do you think you would have even made it to the hospital? Or even made it out of that house alive for that matter? And besides you were able to get lose and kill one of those bastards. I don’t know of anyone who would have been strong enough to do that.”

“I guess you’re right. It’s just, it doesn’t feel like me. I’m usually tougher than this. I can usually shake this stuff off. I’ve been injured, beat, shot, stabbed, possessed, even tortured and it never got to me like this before.”

“Well, pardon me for being blunt, but (Y/N) you were raped. That’s not something you can easily just shake off. Injuries and wounds heal and you can exorcise whatever possesses you, but something like this takes an emotional toll that takes longer to heal.”

“You’re right. You’re always right, Sammy. I don’t know what I would do without you. You, Dean, and Bobby are honestly all I have in this life and you guys are my rocks and I just feel so fortunate to have all of you.”

“I can honestly tell you that we are all the fortunate ones for having you in our lives.”

That’s when you and Sam heard yelling. It was Dean calling your names.

“DEAN!!!! WE’RE OUT BACK IN THE SALVAGE YARD!!” Sam yelled.

Dean and Bobby came running out. They were both stunned to see you dressed and out of your bed.

“(Y/N) and I were just talking an- “

“Wait, back up. You were talking? As in both of you?” Dean said so rudely interrupting Sam.

“Yeah both of us,” you said. At that moment Dean and Bobby had the same reaction Sam did when you first spoke. Their eyes widened and mouths gaped open.

“You just…. you… come here,” Dean said as he grabbed you in a bone crushing hug.

“Ahem,” Bobby said. “What about the man who practically raised ya? Don’t I get a hug?” At that, you let go of Dean and ran into Bobby’s arms squeezing him as hard as you could.

“So, when did this happen? The whole talking thing,” Dean asked.

“Well, like 20 minutes ago, I believe,” you answered.

“That’s great sweetheart,” Dean said approaching you with this look in his eye that you weren’t quite sure you could place. It looked like love and adoration, but it had to be the platonic kind, right? There is no way that Dean Winchester could have feelings for you. Or is there?

Sam and Bobby noticed the little moment you Dean were sharing and decided to excuse themselves and go back inside.

Dean grabbed your waist and pulled you against him so there was barely any space between the two of you. He gently grabbed your chin with his thumb to make you look up at him and started to caress your jawline. You felt your heart rate speed up and breathing become rapid.

“You know there is something that I have been wanting to tell you for a long time. I just haven’t known how. I was waiting for the right time, but as my annoying brother put it, there isn’t going to be right time. And then this whole situation happened and I didn’t want to add any extra stress- “

“Dean, you’re rambling. Get on with it.”

Dean smirked recognizing the old (Y/N) starting to come back. “Ok. Ok. Well here goes. Once it’s out its out. There’s no going back-“

“DEAN!”

“OK, serious now. Look (Y/N), I’m…..I’m in love with you. Like head over heels in love with you. Have been for over a year now. I don’t want this confession to make you think you have to reciprocate or anything. It’s just with everything that has happened, almost losing you, I had to tell you.”

“Dean I….I,” you stuttered so shocked at his confession that you couldn’t get the words out to tell him you loved him too.

“It’s fine, don’t feel obligated-“

“Dean, I love you too.”

Dean smiled pulling you right up against him and sealing your lips with a gentle kiss. It wasn’t fast or desperate, it was full of love and feeling. You brought your arms up around his neck deepening the kiss. This is so much better than you imagined. Dean eventually had to pull away so that you two could breath, but he pressed his forehead against yours and just smiled, his green eyes twinkling, holding you tight.

“It’s about damn time,” Sam and Bobby said in unison causing you and Dean to quickly turn your heads.

“Shut up,” you both yelled as he grabbed your hand and you both went inside.

You knew you still had struggles to come. Sam was right when he said this wasn’t something that would just go away it would take time. But, you knew with these three men by your side you could get through anything and that, in itself, was already starting to help you heal.

@jensen-jarpad I tagged you in part three because it has links to all three parts easily accessible

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