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Racing Stripes, Season 2, Chapter 1

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings:  none

“You should really consider working for me, Samantha…”

“Dad, we’ve gone over this-“

“I’m willing to overlook it,” he offered gently as he reached out and took her hands, “but you and Lewis had something.  You didn’t have to go breaking up with him beca-“

“Because what?” she scoffed, cutting him off, “because he proposed?  Dad, I’m only twenty.  I don’t need to be planning a wedding.  And anyways, we both know that Lewis didn’t love me.  Not really.  He just wanted to get on your good side.”

“Lewis doesn’t need to do anything to get on my good side, Samantha.  He’s an amazing driver.  And you broke his heart and ran to work for Christian and Redbull.”

“I’m not having this argument with you again…” she sighed, “I don’t want to relive this again and again because you don’t want me working for your best friend.”

“Do you know how upset it makes me and your stepmother that you’re working for Redbull?”

“Hey, don’t you dare include me in this,” her stepmother proclaimed as she walked around the island and wrapped an arm around Sam, “I encouraged her to do it.”

Toto braced himself against the island, “you what?”

“Mom told me that I should follow my gut,” she said firmly, “she said that she knew Lewis didn’t love me and that I was smart to say no, but that if I wanted to forge my own path in the industry I had to get out from under your shadow.  She’s the one that talked to Redbull for me!”

Toto gasped and looked at his wife, “Suz….”

“Don’t get mad at me,” she laughed, shaking her head at her husband, “you know that I’m right.”

Toto frowned and sighed.  Backing up, he crossed his arms over his chest and looked between his wife and his daughter, “I miss working with my little girl…”

“Dad…”

“I get that I get to see you in the paddocks every week, and that I get to see you during principal’s meetings, but it’s not the same,” he frowned, “I miss us going over strategies and talking about how to stay at the top of the pack.  We barely held on to one and two.”

“Dad, you guys still dominated the season,” Sam scoffed as she shook her head, “Max came in third, yes, but he was 167 points behind Lewis, and 9 points behind Valtteri. That-“

“Nine points behind second place,” he reminded her as he wagged his finger, “nine.  That’s nothing.  That’s a toss up.  See, if we had you instead of my assistant than I would-“

“I’m staying with Redbull dad…and that’s it!” she said quickly, cutting him off once more, “and if you can’t get over that fact, then maybe you don’t get it…but that’s okay.”

“How about we make a bet!” he offered, “if my drivers come in first, then you come back home to Mercedes.  If yours come in first, then you stay at Redbull.”

“Dad I’m not-“

“I’ll even lay off about Lewis,” he offered, “I’ll stop encouraging him to come by the house and have dinner with us…and I’ll even-“

“You’ll stop pushing Lewis at me?”

“He misses you.  Did you know that every time he won he chose Sebastian’s wife for him, because he didn’t want the money.   He’s a grea-“

“He misses being your golden boy,” she scoffed, “he doesn’t miss being with me.  Yes, I’ll admit, what he did for Vetel was nice, but that’s got nothing to do with me.”

“Do we have a deal or no?”

“So you’re saying you’ll stop pushing Lewis on me if Redbull wins?  And you will stop bugging me to come back to Mercedes?”

“But if Mercedes wins you come back and give him another shot!”

“Dad, you can’t go adding things on.”

“Well if he leaves you alone if you win, I think you should give him another shot if my team wins.”

“You know what, fine,” she growled, crossing her arms over her chest, “if Redbull wins, I stay there, and you get Lewis to lay off, but if Mercedes wins the 2021 season, I’ll come back to Mercedes and give Lewis another shot!”

“Sam…Toto-“

“No, it’s fine mom,” Sam growled as she cut her step-mother off, “dad doesn’t know just what Redbull has up their sleeve.  But I do.  You’re going down next season.”

“So what’s the game plan.”

Christian smiled as he walked into his office, Sam already waiting for him by his desk with his daily coffee.

“Well good morning to you, Samantha,” he chuckled as he walked around to his desk, and she sat down in one of the chairs, iPad ready to go over the notes and take any additional ones, “you’re in nice and early.”

“Season’s just around the corner, and we’ve got no time to waste!”

“Susie told me about your bet with your father,” he smirked, sipping down the coffee, “really plan on leaving me if we lose?”

“I don’t plan on losing,” she smirked, “now, let’s get down to business.  I’ve gathered preliminary data from the engineers and mechanics, as well as discussed opening strategies based around that data with the strategists, and compiled SIM times for the upcoming tracks with both Perez and Verstappens’ teams so the strategists have a jumping off point.  We’re well-ahead of how we did last year.  I think we have a real shot with winning the constructor’s championship and having a Redbull champion this year.”

“You’re really taking this seriously, aren’t you!”

“Dad also might have added in another part of the bet.”

“OH?”

“If Mercedes wins, I’ll give Lewis another shot.”

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair, “Samantha Wolff…what have you gotten yourself into?”

“I can’t let Redbull lose this year!” she admitted, “I’m not going to let us lose, Christian.”

“I think I may be able to get a little extra fire under our drivers…do me a favor and call up Verstappen and Perez…we’re going to have them come in and do some more SIM trainings, as well as test out the cars…the cars are ready, are they not?”

“Yes sir…they’re going to be shipped out at the end of the week.  The engineers are doing final walkthroughs as we speak.”

“Great…call in Perez.  I’ll get ahold of Max.”

Max looked back to the door.  She had led him into Christian’s office but then excused herself, as Checo had gotten into the offices. 

“She’s back?”

“Calm down, Max…Samantha hasn’t left…not yet at least.”

“What do you mean?”

“Sit down,” he offered, gesturing to the chair, “we have a lot to talk about.”

“You called me in from Monaco to talk?”

“Well you’re going to be doing some more training, and pre-testing the car, but yes,” he shrugged, “I wanted to talk to you about Samantha.”

“Christian, I-“

“She’s been offered a position at Mercedes next year…a conditional one, but a position nonetheless.”

“What?”

“she doesn’t want to take it!” he said firmly, “but as it turns out, Toto made a bet with her…”

“What kind of bet?”

“Samantha bet that Redbull would come out on top this year, and that one of our drivers would win the championship,” he smirked, “Toto thinks Mercedes will come out on top again.”

“So we just beat Mercedes…” Max shrugged.

“If we win, she stays with us, but if Mercedes wins, she goes and takes a job under her father.”

“So we just beat Mercedes,” Max repeated, chuckling at how obvious the statement was, “we’ll beat them.  Last year we came close to second…but from what my team was saying, looking at the car’s specs, we should have a lead on them this year.  We’ll ge-“

“That’s not all, Max!” Christian warned.

Max froze, “What do you mean?”

“Well, there are some other things you don’t know about her,” he admitted, “first of which, is why she came to Redbull in the first place.”

“What do you mean, Christian?”

“When she turned eighteen, her and Lewis started seeing each other,” he frowned, “if I’m being honest, she started seeing him before she was eighteen, but Toto looked the other way…when she came to us at the end of 2019, it was because Lewis proposed to her after he won the race in Abu Dhabi.  She rejected him and they broke up.”

“Oh…”

“She had also told her father that if Redbull won, she wanted Toto to tell Lewis to leave her alone,” he informed the driver, “I guess he’s been quite persistent with her…”

Max felt his fingers clenching together, “Toto has been encouraging Lewis to keep pursuing her?”

“Toto really likes Lewis,” he shrugged, “he’s their best driver, and he is just trying to keep him happy.”

“By throwing his daughter at him?” Max questioned.  He sneered, thinking about it, “that’s disgusting.  That-“

“She did however, tell her father that if Mercedes wins, not only would she go back to Mercedes, but she would also give him another chance,” he said, cutting the young driver off, “she told her father that she would start seeing Lewis again!”

“That-that’s not fair.  Tha-“

“I’m telling you this because I know of your little crush,” he said quickly, cutting him off once more, “I am here, specifically talking to just you, and not Checo, because I want you to know what’s at stake.  If you want Samantha Wolff to stay at Redbull, I want you to know that you, or Checo, has to win the season.”

“Wh-why are you telling me this now?” he asked, “you were deadest on me knowing that I wouldn’t have a chance with her and that I should giv-“

“Max…I don’t want to lose Samantha to Toto and Mercedes,” he answered, “I don’t care if Toto likes you or not.  I don’t care about your little crush.  But I want you to give her every reason to stay that you can.”

“What are you saying?”

“Not only do I want you to win the season, Max…but I want you to actively go for Samantha,” he proclaimed, “I want her to fall for you, so that even if we don’t come in first, she’ll feel guilty about leaving.”

“What?” he scoffed, “you want to use me?  To make her fall for me so that she’s ‘loyal’ to Redbull?  How do you even know that will work?  I mean, if she was dating Lewis-“

“Max…I know that you can do this,” he replied, “I’ve seen how she looks at you.  When you were on the podium at the end of the season, and you came down to talk to everyone?  I saw you pull her into your arms.  I saw the look the two of you shared.  I’m just asking you to act on your feelings!”

“Christian-“

“Do you want Samantha to stay at Redbull or no, Max?”

“Well yeah, but I-“

“Then make her fall in love with you,” he ordered, “I’m moving her from being my personal assistant to simply coordinating my schedule.  Max, I’m going to be moving her to your team, so that she’s your personal handler.  By doing that, corporate won’t be able to take her back to HQ for projects, because she’ll need to focus on you…and by doing that, she’ll also be around all the time.”

“Chris-“

“I’m counting on you, Max.  Don’t let the team down.”

Chapter 2

#racing stripes #season 2 #2021 season #max verstappen #redbull #sergio perez #christian horner #toto wolff #susie wolff #mercedes

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Shameless, Season 3 & 4 Master List

Seasons 1 & 2

Things never stay the same in the Gallagher household. At least, not for long anyways.

After you graduated high school, you helped your sister raise your five younger siblings. And things were like that...for a while. But then you ended up marrying your best friend.

Tony Markovich.

And yeah...things were pretty great there for a while too.

Until they weren't.

And now, you're living under an alias with your son...so that your husband doesn't know where to find you. And to be honest, ever since your dad disappeared...things have been going pretty well.

And then you met him.

Charlie Peters.

Who knew all you needed was that brooding version of sex on two legs to turn your life back into one big drama fest.

Season 3

Chapter 1: Oh How Things Change

Chapter 2: Golden House Diner

Chapter 3: El Grand Canon

Chapter 4: The American Dream & May I Trim Your Hedges?

Chapter 5: The Helpful Gallaghers & The Sins of My Caretaker

Chapter 6: Cascading Failures

Chapter 7: A Long Way From Home & When There's A Will

Chapter 8: Frank The Plumber, Civil Wrongs & Order Room Service

Chapter 9: Survival Of The Fittest

Season 4

Chapter 10: Simple Pleasures & My Oldest Daughter

Chapter 11: Like Father Like Daughter & Strangers On A Train

Chapter 12: There's A Rub & Iron City

Chapter 13: A Jailbird, Invalid, Martyr, Cutter, Retard, and Parasitic Twin

Chapter 14: Hope Springs Paternal, The Legend Of Bonnie and Carl, & Liver, I hardly Knew Her

Chapter 15: Emily & Lazarus

Seasons 5 and 6

#Shameless #season 3 #season 4 #south side #chicago #frank gallagher #fiona gallagher #ian gallagher #lip gallagher #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #liam gallagher #Charlie Peters #tony markovich #mickey milkovich #mandy milkovich #terry milkovich #svetlana milkovich #sammi slott #chuckie slott #sheila jackson #kevin ball #veronica fisher

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Shameless, Chapter 15

Word Count:  2.5k

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and incest at the hands of Terry Milkovich.  

“What the hell do you mean, she’s back?”

“Lip,” you sighed, giving your younger brother a look, “sh-“

“Well I guess when she heard that grammy died, she-“

You cut Ian off, eyes wide as the younger of your two brothers shrugged and bit into a piece of toast, “Grammy died?”

“Yeah…”

Tony stood from the table and made his way over to you at the stove, “baby, I’m so sorry.”

“You hated her, Tony…”

“Yeah, but that’s your grandmother…I know that you were close with her even after she went to prison.  I mean, I remember how hard you worked during the summer to squeeze in some extra cash for her.”

“You were close with grammy?” Ian asked.

Lip agreed, “she used all her extra money putting it on grammy’s books when she was locked up.”

“Not all of it-“

“So wait…did grammy leave you anything?” Ian asked.

“Let’s get back to the Monica situation!” you reminded him, “when did sh-“

“Monica’s nothing.  This morning…she’d made breakfast for us and everything.  She’s trying to prove that she can be there for us, but it’s only a matter of time until she disappears again,” he admitted, shrugging you off, “come on, Sofia…answer my question.  Did grammy leave you anything?”

“I have…funds set aside…she gave me money to pay me back what I gave while she was in jail…but as far as ‘leaving me’ anything, no.  I-”

“And the envelope that came this morning,” Tony pointed out, nodding to the unopened, but thick orange envelope on the counter, “that didn’t feel like a thank you card…I think your grandmother must have known something was going to happen to her.  It’s heavy, Sof…”  

Lip’s brow raised, “what?”

You sighed, “I-I wasn’t going to open i-“

“Do it!” Ian encouraged, his eyes looking between yours and the envelope.

“It’ll just go into my personal squirrel fund,” you shrugged, “I mean-“

“You still have a squirrel fund?”

“She keeps it in case you or your siblings ever needed anything,” Tony admitted before you could say anything to Lip, “Fiona doesn’t know about it because she doesn’t want her to try to cash in on it.”

“Well, how much do you have?”

“Tony lets me put all of my money into it…so…let’s just say I have enough…you know in case anything was to ever happen…”

“Enough,” Tony laughed, “if I lost my job, we would be fine for years!”

“TONY!”

Both Lip and Ian were looking at you curiously, as though they hadn’t seen you in that light before.

As a provider. 

It made you begin to feel nervous, “what?”

“Fi Fi…when did you have the time?” Ian asked, “wh-why didn’t you tell us?”

“Please don’t tell Fiona about it…”

Lip shook his head, “I’m not saying anything.”

“I-“

“I have to go to school,” he said quickly, before making his exit, “Bye guys!”

Before you could so much as offer your own goodbye, Ian had made a mad dash for the door.  You gave your husband a look, “I think that freaked him out…”

“You know it did,” Lip sighed, “we’ve never been stable a day in our lives, Sofia…and here you are with Tony, and baby Anthony…and you guys don’t have to worry about money or anything…I mean-it’s weird.”

You frowned, suddenly feeling much more guilty as you thought about your younger siblings and how they were living just next door. 

“Hey…I see how you are getting all in your head,” Tony commented softly as he kissed your temple and wrapped his arms around your waist.  Slowly, he moved you a few steps away from the stove, and started moving the two of you towards the table, “sit down with your brother and your son…eat something…I’ll do the dishes.”

“But Tony-“

“And after that, we’re going to go next door and make sure that your siblings got off to school…And check on Frank and Monic-“

“I don’t have to do that,” Lip asked casually, cutting Tony off as he raised his hand, “do I?”

“Not if you watch baby Anthony while we check on them…”

“Can I take him to Karens for a bit?” he asked, “I told her that I’d break her out of first period and say we had a baby appointment.”

“Hard pass,” you laughed, “you can spend your time with Karen Jackson, but I don’t want baby Anthony around her.”

He shrugged and picked up another piece of toast before getting up from the table, “well you three have fun at the nuthouse.   I’ll catch you later.”

“Be home for dinner!” you reminded him, “we said we were going to talk about Thanksgiving and whether or not we wanted to go next door for it.”

“Well, you know my vote,” Tony shrugged as he sat down across from you and began to feed Anthony, “any time away from Frank and Monica is a good time.”

“Tony…”

“What?” he smirked, “I waited until Lip left to trash them…”

“Thank you…”

“So…if we don’t go over there?” he asked, “should we have Thanksgiving here, or go to moms?”

“I’m open to ideas…”

“If we have it here, we can have a little food fight afterwards…” he teased.

“Us playing with whipped cream and chocolate syrup in the bedroom doesn’t count as a food fight.”

“It does if it ends in another cream pie!” he smirked.

“SAY THAT YOU REMEMBER!” you and your twin sister sang out together as Monica and Frank dance with the two of you.

“Dancing in September!” Frank continued on as Monica spun you in her arms.

“Mommy stop!” you giggled as she sang to you.  Your eyes met your sisters and Fiona was all smiles as well. 

The music surrounded the four of you as you partied together while  your younger brothers slept. 

You lit up a cigarette as the music wafted from their house to yours, your heart breaking a little as you thought about the fond memories you’d once shared with your mother and father and twin sister. 

The song changed and Fiona pulled the cigarette from your hands and took a drag. 

“He’s right you know,” you admitted sadly, “I know that you don’t like Monica and Frank, but…we had those moments…Debbie deserves them just as much as we did.”

“You didn’t see the look in Debbie’s eyes when they were dancing with her.  It-I just-“ she cut herself off, her tears slipping down her cheeks as she took another drag and shook her head, “it’s different, Sofia…I-I know how the story ends with them.  And I-“

“We can’t protect them, Fi…” you admitted with your own frown, “not from everything.  And especially not from Hurricane Monica and the tornado that Frank is.”

“I can’t just enjoy the ride…” she huffed, “because that ride is off the tracks…the kids will only get hurt in the end.  Like we were.  Debbie had the same look in her eyes that we had.  A look that said that she trusted them…and I just can’t-I don’t feel good about it, Fi Fi.”

“Stay the night here, Fi…” you offered, giving your twin sister a small glance, “you need a night…”

“I can’t,” she shrugged, instantly rejecting your offer, “have to get the kids up in the morning.  And I  have to stop by planned parenthood to get the pill for that crazy bitch…I-“

“It’s not all on you, Fi…”

“You’re over here, living in your ivory tower,” she grunted, “you don’t have to deal with it, Fi Fi…you got to walk away from it all.  I can’t do that to them.”

Tears welled up in your eyes and you sniffled, “I-I’ve always helped out, Fiona.”

“Not like me,” she hissed, turning on you, “you didn’t do the things that I did to make sure we were fine, Sofia….you got to graduate high school.  You got to be somewhat normal.  You got married to Tony and you have a kid.  I never got that fairytale.  That wasn’t taken away from you.”

“Fion-“

“This was a bullshit idea, coming over,” she sighed, rolling her eyes as she got up and walked down the steps of your back porch, “I don’t know why I thought I could talk to you.”

“We have to go to the game…”

“I-I’m going to go, I just-she’s going to be there.”

“We never miss Carl’s games!”

“I know…” he frowned, “I-I won’t I just-I need to visit Steve first.”

“He’s the coach.  He’ll be there!” you growled at your little brother as you put Anthony in his car seat, “come on.”

“I’m coming!” he smirked, “but I told Steve we’d pick up his wife too!  So if you want mme to go with you, we have to pick up Este too!”

“LIP!” Debbie smiled as she wrapped her arms around him, “Fi Fi.  You guys came!”

“Of course we did!” you smiled, “when have we ever missed one of Carl’s games?”

“Baby Anthony!” she grinned, tickling the bottom of his feet. Your son gurgled happily, “you guys are right on time.  They just started a few minutes ago!”

“LIP!  SOFIA!” your mother called, “OH MY GOD.  A BABY!” 

You looked between your son and little brother. 

“No one told her!” Lip frowned, “and I’m guessing you didn’t when you went over yesterday?”

“No one was home.”

He smirked, “Good luck!”

“Come and sit down!” she begged, “come and sit with us!”

“What, I’m off the boat for one minute and there is a fucking mutiny?” Lip growled, when he noticed that Frank, Liam, Monica, and even Ian and Fiona were sitting all together.

“Yeah, well no one told you to get out, now did they?”

“Actually, you did!” he reminded her.

“Hey, don’t be mad at Fiona!” Monica tried, “come on up!”

“Hey Monica, shut up!” he spat, “like most of my life this has nothing to do with you!”

“I sit?” Estefania asked, pointing to the bleachers.

“Yeah…sit!” he growled, “wherever is fine!”

“You babysitting now?” Fiona teased.

“Roommate!”

Fiona stood up as you led Estefania to the bleachers to sit down.  Your mom turned her attention towards you and the baby, “well who is this?”

“Oh…I uh-“

“Meet Anthony Markovich…Sofia’s spawn.  Our grandson!”

“A grandbaby?” Monica asked happily, eyes going wide, “oh my god, I’ve got a grandbaby? Wh-when did this happen?  How-“

“Oh, I’m sure you know how a baby is made!” Lip growled, cutting into the conversation, “befriending the enemy behind my back, Fi?”

“She just showed up,” Fiona frowned, “what was I supposed to do?”

“Fiona…Lip…”

“No, Fi Fi…I came…now I’m gone!”

“Oh really?” Fiona growled, watching Lip storm down away from the bleachers, “you just going to go storm off like a baby?  Too bad there’s no door you can slam!”

The next play started, and Frank muttered about how Lip was being a prick.  Your eyes watered as you watched the fight between your family members. 

Frank stood, cheering on Carl.  Fiona stormed out of the bleachers and towards Steve. 

“How’s my favorite nephew?” Ian smiled, looking towards your son, “he doing good?”

“Doing great,” you smiled, “I mean, he’s five months old…and-“

“He’s five months old?” Monica interjected, “oh my god, he’s so perfect.  He’s so-“

“A Gallagher!” Frank smiled proudly.

“Markovich!” you reminded your father.

“Whatever,” he replied angrily, “all I did was father you little jerks…created the Gallagher legacy and-“

“I married my husband and had a child with him.  What did you expect, Frank?” you growled, “that we’d try to keep the Gallagher name?”

“Would have been nice…” he muttered, “thankfully Lip is going to keep the family name alive with his little bastard.”

“Oh, if only he could hear your sweet words!”

“Stop it,” Monica begged, slowing the argument between you and your father, “Sofia…c-can I hold him?”

You bit your lip and looked nervously at your mother. 

“I-“

“Let your mother hold her grandson!” Frank urged, cutting you off.  He took Liam from Monica, and she was holding her hands out to you.

“Please, Sofia?” she asked sadly, “I just want to hold my grandson…”

Your heart ached as you looked at her.  You began to feel guilty.  She hadn’t been afforded the opportunity to get to know your son. 

“O-Only for a minute…he-he’s not normally around a lot of people that he doesn’t know.”

“Of course!” she agreed.  You passed your son off to your mother, and you felt something in the pit of your stomach as you watched her tears slipping down her cheeks, “he’s so gorgeous…”

“Yeah…he-he’s my everything…”

“You’re a good mom,” she smiled, giving you a glance, “n-not like how I was…I can see that.”

“Moni-“

“I’m going to be here for you…for the kids…” she smiled, “and for this little one.  He’s gonna be a real heartbreaker when he grows up…come on…sit down and cheer Carl on with us…please Sofia?”

“I know that she’s here…”

“Colin, you have to go…” you frowned, gently easing him towards the door.

“My aunt said that she told Mandy to go home, and I know that she hasn’t showed back up at the house…my dad’s been looking for her like crazy…” he admitted, not budging, “and I know that she trusts you.  She had to have come here.”

You looked up the stairs, knowing that Mandy had fallen asleep an hour ago.  He took a step past you, but you put a hand on his chest, “Colin…please…”

“Sofia…she’s my little sister…I have to make sure she’s okay…”

“Trust me…she’s as good as she can be…” you frowned, giving him a sad look, “do you know what exactly happened, Colin?”

He shook his head, “dad’s freaking out…said that Mandy got knocked up by your little brother…the one that’s dating her.”

“It wasn’t Ian…” a voice said from the top of the stairs.  You turned, seeing a tired, cried-out looking Mandy with her arms wrapped around herself, “he-he’s gay…”

“Look, you don’t have to protect him, okay?” he asked, “Mandy, I know that you’re thinking the is the right thing to do, but I won’t hurt him, alright.  I-“

“Colin…you need to sit down…th-that’s not what happened…” she sighed, coming down the stairs, “i-it’s time that you guys know what happens when you’re in jail and dad blacks out.”

Colin looked like he was going to be sick as he stared between you and Mandy.

“No…he-he wouldn’t do-“

“He did, Colin,” she sighed, once more wrapping her arms around herself, “Ian and I never had sex.  Dad…he-“

“Stop…”

“Colin-“

He looked up at you with sad, tear-stained eyes.  Your heart broke for the man that you loved.  He was so sad to learn what had happened to his little sister.

“I-I don’t blame you guys or anything.  I-It’s no big deal!” she said defensively.

“No big deal?” he scoffed, “Mandy…you’re saying he got black out drunk and raped you…he knocked you up!”

“H-he doesn’t do it all the time,” she sighed, trying to defend her father’s actions, “he was drunk…and he thought I was mom.”

“We’ll figure it out, Colin…” you tried to reassure him, reaching out to the table to take his hand, “we’ll figure it out…”

“I-I have to go!” he said sadly, shaking his head.  He stood, ignoring the two of you, and made his way out of the house.  Mandy broke down into sobs as she fell against you.

“Hey-it-it’s okay,” you tried, “we’ll figure this out, Mandy…we’ll figure this out.  I promise.”

Chapter 16

#shameless #season 2 #tony mark #monica gallagher #frank gallagher #ian gallagher #lip gallagher #fiona gallagher #carl gallagher #debbie gallagher #liam gallagher #south side #chicago #mandy milkovich #colin milkovich #terry milkovich

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Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 7

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings:  cursing, slight angst, angry Chris Evans. 

“Fuck!”

“Hey...what’s wrong?”

You turned; eyes wide as you looked at your boyfriend.  He glanced over your shoulder and saw a picture of him pushing the covered stroller with you on TMZ.

“Is that...”

“Yeah...”

“How did they-”

“I don’t know!” you proclaimed, cutting him off, “Sebastian...what are we going to do?”

He sat down beside you on the couch and looked at the laptop.  You had come across the article by chance.

‘Mystery woman with Gossip Girl star, Sebastian Stan’ the title read.  The caption below it said ‘Actor Sebastian Stan ferrying mystery woman and a set of children around set of Kings.  Secret love children?’

“Shit...baby.  I didn’t know that anyone was around.  You know how I feel about paparazzi.” he frowned, “and you know that I wouldn’t have brought the kids on set if I knew something was going on.  We’re careful about it on Gossip Girl…I-I thought that Kings would be the same way.”

“I got a pretty angry voicemail from Chris about it already,” you admitted, biting your lip, “he doesn’t want the kids to be photographed.  And if I’m being honest, I’m pretty nervous about it too…what if people really start asking questions?”

“I know,” he replied, “which was a reason why we originally opted for the covered stroller.  So, the twins wouldn’t be seen.” 

“I tried to tell him that in a text, but he didn’t want to hear it.  Apparently just seeing the stroller was enough for him to call,” you frowned, “he’s blowing up my phone…and I really don’t want to deal with that call back to him today…”

“He’s just trying to push your buttons (Y/N).”

“Well, it’s working,” you sighed, “I feel like the only time he reaches out is to bitch at me about how I’m raising the twins.  I mean, he never asks how they’re doing.  He missed their birthday party when they turned one because he was busy filming somewhere…I mean, Scott and his sisters always check in…and his mom messages me saying that she misses the babies.  But both of his parents were here for their birthday party…he’s the only one not invested in them unless he’s complaining.”

“I can call him if you want!”

Your eyes widened and you were quick to shut your laptop and push it to the side, “Sebastian, no.  The last thing I need is for Chris to start freaking out because of how involved you are with the twins lives already.  Remember last month when he called because his mom saw that the twins got a haircut?”

“In all fairness, I apologized for leaving my trimmer out...i didn’t think Johnny would get up there on the counter.”

“That boy is an escape artist I’m telling you!” you sighed, laughing at the memory, “he’s only one and he managed to somehow get past the baby gates.”

“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, (Y/N),” Chris growled across the video call, “my mom said that Johnny has a buzzcut.  Why does a toddler have a buzzcut?  Last time I’d gotten pictures from you his hair was over his ears.”

“You were telling me that I should take him to get a haircut anyways, Chris,” you tried, “I don’t understand why you’re so upset.  You said that he was starting to look like more of a girl than Shayla was because of how long his hair is getting.”

“First off, because you didn’t consult me on it,” he growled, his frustration visible even over the internet call, “secondly, because it wasn’t planned.  You had to take him to get a haircut after he got into Sebastian’s grooming supplies-”

“It was an accident, Chris.”

“He left his beard trimmer out,” he growled, “what if Johnny actually hurt himself, huh?”

“He left it in our master bathroom,” you reasoned, “Johnny crawled up the stairs and scaled the baby gate while I was giving Shayla a bath.  And Sebastian was making dinner so-”

“He should have been keeping an eye on him.  Or you should have.  What if he fell down the stairs when he was trying to climb the baby gate?” Chris asked, “This could have been a serious injury, (Y/N)!”

“I know, Chris…but the twins don’t like sharing bath time anymore and Sebastian said tha-“

“Sebastian’s not their father, I AM!”

“THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULD ACT LIKE IT,” You yelled into your phone, “YOU NEVER SEE THEM.  YOU NEVER CALL THEM.  YOU MISSED THEIR BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR CH-“

“I WAS FILMING!” He screamed back.  You felt a hand on your shoulder and you looked at your boyfriend.  He sighed and gave you a knowing look.

“I-I don’t want to start another screaming match, Chris…” you sighed after another second, sniffling back your tears. 

You could hear his heavy sigh on the other side of the line, “Me either…”

“I know I messed up, Chris…”   

“The point is our son cut all his hair off because you and your boyfriend couldn’t keep an eye on him.” He reiterated, “and I wasn’t even told about it…my mom told me when she saw him at the party.”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to fight.”

“Well I need you to be smart enough to acknowledge that you and your boy toy almost got my son hurt!”

“Fuck you, Chris!” you growled, hanging up on him.  You watched as his name popped up on your phone once more, and you threw it away from yourself on the couch, not wanting to deal with him for the time being. 

“You okay?”

You sighed in anger, not realizing that you had started to cry, you were surprised when Sebastian handed Johnny off to you and your baby boy started wiping the tears away.

“No cry...mama...no.”

“It’s okay, baby,” you sighed, grabbing his small, chubby hands, “it’s okay, baby.  Mama is okay.  She just-she just is a little sad.”

“Nooo!” he cooed, reaching out to you so that he could grab your face in his little hands, “no mama.”

“It’s okay, baby!”

“Well, he’s right,” your boyfriend said playfully as he sat down with a sleepy Shayla snuggling into him, “we don’t want you to be sad.”

You sighed again and leaned into his free side. 

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and Johnny crawled between the two of you, snuggling up as well. 

“You okay?” he asked after a few minutes. 

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Sebastian...” you nodded, “you’ve done so much for us...”

“I’m just doing what any man should!” he said simply, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head, “don’t pay attention to what anyone says about how we’re raising the kids...you’re doing an amazing job, baby...”

“I needed to hear that!” you admitted, snuggling into his side, “thank you, Sebastian...for always being so caring and protecting...and loving.”

“I’ll always protect you, baby.”

“I did it!”

Your brow raised as you looked at him, “What did you do?”

He only smiled as he sat down his laptop in front of you.  You could see a picture, and it looked like someone had superimposed the image so that there were two of him.

“What is this?” you asked curiously, “what did you do, Sebastian?”

But he only smiled, “the answer to all of our problems with the paparazzi.”

“What?”

“I talked to a few of the girls...and the pr team, and we came up with the most amazing plan,” he smiled, “we convinced the world that they didn’t see the person they thought they were seeing.”

“Huh?”

“I’m a twin!”

“Shut up, no you’re not!” you laughed. 

He pushed the laptop closer to you, and you looked more intricately at the page.

‘Seeing Double:  actor Sebastian Stan has a twin!’ 

“Read it!” he encouraged.

“Sebastian, this is obviously a fake picture,” you laughed, “no one is going to buy this.”

“Read it!” he repeated.

“Actor Sebastian Stan came clean last week when we posted a picture of what we thought was him with a mystery woman and a stroller, but as it turns out, Sebastian Stan is not Sebastian at all,” you began, reading the story in disbelief, “Sebastian...what did you-”

“Keep reading.”

You sighed, shaking your head as you looked at the next paragraph, “the Romanian born actor is actually a twin.  And his name is not Sebastian Stan, either.  Sebastian Stan is the combination of both of their names.  Sebastian, is actually just Seb Stan, while Bastian is a happily taken man with two children, living a quiet life in upstate New York.”

You gasped.

He smiled, “Keep going, baby.”

“We got to meet Seb’s brother last week when he came up with the kids to visit his brother, and girlfriend, Seb’s personal assistant, commented co-star Blake Lively,” you read on, “we were surprised to find out about his brother, and didn’t really believe his personal assistant for a while, about Bastian or the twins, but it’s hard to ignore it when you have two people who look like your co-star in the same room, and two babies calling one of them da da.”

Your eyes went between him and the laptop, your mouth parting, but no words leaving your lips.  You read the rest of the article and how it talked about how you and ‘Bastian,’ had met through mutual friends and you’d taken the job with Seb after he needed help maintaining his schedule.  But then it also went on to say that ‘Bastian’ was deeply private, and preferred that he stay out of the media because of his finance career.

“I told you that I’d always protect you baby,” he offered, reaching out to stroke your hand, “And it took me a while, but I did come up with that...and people are buying it.” 

“How did you get people to go along with it?”

“Well, Blake was an easy sell,” he smiled, “anyone that’s met you, really.  Everyone loves you, baby...and they want to protect you and the kids as much as I do.”

You felt your stomach turning at the thought.  Bile rose up in the back of your throat.

“Sebastian...th-there’s something that I should tell you...”

His brows furrowed, “what’s wrong, baby?”

“I-”

But you froze, your eyes going wide when your son toddled into the living room, babbling while holding onto a piece of plastic.

“Hey...whatcha got, buddy?” Sebastian asked, reaching out for the plastic that Johnny was holding onto.

“Oh no...”

“Baby, what’s this?” Sebastian asked slowly as he pulled the stick from his hands.  He looked at it for a second, and then it was like everything clicked.  He held it up, the little lines facing you, “i-is this a pregnancy test?”

You nodded slowly, biting your bottom lip as your boyfriend examined it. 

“Ye-yeah...it is...”

“Baby...ar-are you pregnant?”

Chapter 8

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She is complete! ✔️

Angels & Demons Master List

This is the sequel to At Death's Door

This series is complete! ✔️

Dahlia Morningstar is locked away in the cage with her father while the Winchesters roam free. Part of her hopes that her father's dream of being released won't come to fruition, but she knows that if he doesn't get freed, neither does she.

Meanwhile, topside, Hannah Singer has waken up, and is now a reaper. She's all but abandoned Sam and Dean, with the realization that she's one of the very creatures they would hunt.

And as far as Sam and Dean go...well, things are never quiet for a hunter. At least not for long.

Chapters

Chapter 1-Family Reunions

Chapter 2-Dead Angels and Living Demons

Chapter 3-Don't Fear The Reaper

Chapter 4-Don't Kill The Messenger

Chapter 5-Dead Angels And Living Demons part 2

Chapter 6-The Skills You Learn Serving A Torturer

Chapter 7-The Clock Ticks On Death

Chapter 8-Coming Down

Chapter 9-Centuries

Chapter 10-Time Heals All

Chapter 11-When It All Goes To Hell

Chapter 12-Two Minutes To Midnight

Chapter 13-My Bloody Valentine

Chapter 14-The Axis Mundi Part 1

Chapter 15-The Axis Mundi Part 2

Chapter 16-The Winchesters & The Milligans

Chapter 17-The Bigger Problems

Warnings will be posted at the beginning of each chapter but the series will include death, violence, hunting, mentions of hell/references to the damned, smut, unprotected sex, manipulation, and other dark themes.

Sequel: Apocalypse Now

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Angels & Demons, Chapter 17

Word Count:  1.4k

Warnings:  mention of controlling someone, mentions of manipulation and sex.

“Sorry if I run a bit chilly,” Caitlyn muttered as she looked out the window and blew a perfect ice circle against it, before drawing Lucifer’s scepter, “most people think that I run hot.  But it’s quite the opposite.  Hell is a cold, dark place…it’s my own personal ice age, while it’s everyone elses…well, fire and brimstone.”

“Well, I’ll alert the media for you so we can get our stories straight,” Dean said sarcastically, “give us our sister back, now.  We’re here.”

“That’s just it...you need to help me understand something guys,” she smiled, “I mean, stomping through my front door is a tad suicidal, don’t you think?  After all, I don’t need Sammy boy anymore.  Now, I’ve got myself a young, pretty little thing, who said yes the second I asked her.  Do you know how good it feels to be in her meat suit, boys?”

“Go to hell!”

“If I go, I’m dragging her with me!” Lucifer smiled as he turned her around and batted her lashes, “and then we’d be leaving baby Nephilim all by themselves.  That wouldn’t be nice, now would it?”

“GIVE HER BACK!” Sam growled.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, you sound mad,” Lucifer grinned, “Seems like you’re itching for a fight.”

“We’re not here to fight you!” Sam growled.

“No?” she asked, “then why are you here?”

“I want to say yes!”

“Excuse me?”

Sam closed his eyes and killed the two demons standing behind them.  Caitlyn giggled, “chock-full of Ovaltine, are we?”

“You heard me,” he growled, “YES!  Now let go of our sister.”

“You’re serious,” she scoffed, Dean and Sam exchanged looks, and Caitlyn waited as Sam continued, “Why on Earth are you saying yes to me now?”

“Caitlyn has nothing to do with this, Lucifer. I know you were holding out because your old vessel was falling apart and she could handle you, but-”

“Oh, she’s done more than handle me, boys,” she smirked, “you wanna know how I sealed the deal with dear little sis?  I’ll give you a hint...it wasn’t with a kiss.”

Dean growled, and Sam held him back. 

“Granted, I had to make myself take on a more...pleasing form to her, so I looked like that angel that knocked her up, but it was well worth it,” she smiled, “the things that I made her little body feel.  She was quivering.  It was passionate.  Intense…boys, if I told you what I did to baby sis, even you would blush.  And now...we’re like two peas in a pod.  Helped her push out her little Nephilim, and he’s safe and protected, as promised, and we share this body...she gets some time to herself, and I get the rest.”

“Look, judgement day is a runaway train,” Sam tried to reason, “we both know that I’m your true vessel, not Caitlyn. We get it now.  And we just want off.”

“Meaning?”

“Deal of the century,” Sam offered, “I give you a free ride, but when it’s all over, I live, he lives, and you bring our parents back-”

“Okay can we please drop the telenovela?” she asked, putting a finger up to her lips, “I already have a free ride...and quite the deal with this pretty little thing.  She lets me take her…in every way.  If I wanted her to push out my spawn, she would let me.  She’s happy with me boys.”

“She’s not part of this!” Sam retorted once more, “she’s innocent.”

“Innocent doesn’t do the things that she’s let me to do her.”

“Alright, that’s it!” Dean hissed, “we’re trying to be polite by letting you-“

“Polite?” she scoffed, “is that what you’re calling it, Dean?  Coming into our little safe haven…and threatening me?”

“We didn’t threaten you!” Sam urged, “we-“

“Oh, cut the bullshit, Sam,” she hissed, finally shooting a glare at him, “I already know that you have the rings, Sam.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Sam lied.

She rolled her eyes, “the horsemen’s rings.  The magic keys to my cage.  The little cage that’s kept me locked up, snug as a bug in a rug?  Ring a bell?  Come on, Sam.  I never lied to you.  You could at least pay me the same respect.  It’s okay.  I’m not mad.  A wrestling match inside your noggin.  I like the idea.  Just you and me, one round.  No tricks.  You win, you jump in the hole.  Well, if I win, then I win.  What do you say, Sam? My fiddle of gold against your soul says I’m better than you.”

Dean looked at his brother, “Sam-”

“So what, he knows.  It doesn’t change anything!” Sam tried to reason.

“Sam-”

“We don’t have any other choice,” Sam argued, “this is the only way to save Caitlyn.  The only way to-”

“No!” Dean begged.

“Yes!” Sam proclaimed.

A white glow filled the apartment and when it faded, Sam was on the ground, but Caitlyn was nowhere to be found. 

Castiel gasped as the white light departed from him, and he was standing in what was Michael’s war room. 

Angels stood around, looking at the map, while a woman, swathed in a white tunic and silver armor looked up.  The little boy who stood in front of her was dressed similarly, holding an angel blade that he used to point at things. 

Everyone stopped to look at Castiel. 

But Castiel was focused on the little boy, and the woman behind them. 

“Leave us!”

Instantly the room was clear, and it was just the three of them, standing in the room. 

“Caitlyn...”

“Castiel...” she answered softly.

“H-how are you here?”

“When Sam took my place, someone brought me and my son here...they-”

“Son...” Castiel asked, looking to the younger boy.  He could see that while he looked a lot like his vessel, Jimmy Novak, there was a side to him that reminded him of his truer form, “he-he looks like me.”

“He does.” she smiled, smoothing down her son’s hair.  And that’s when Castiel noticed the ethereal aura about her.

“You...”

“As it turns out, humans can be given the grace of an angel,” she answered.  Castiel gasped in awe of her looks and her smile widened, “I take it you like my appearance?”

“Did he-“

“I met our father, Castiel!” she smiled sweetly, “he gave me this gift…he gave our son his gift…are we pleasing to you?”

He nodded, “I can appreciate it’s beauty...you’re breathtaking inside and out, Caitlyn.”

“As are you,” she replied, admiring his truer form, “i have to say...this form is far more attractive than that of your vessel.”

“You can see it?”

She nodded, “there’s a lot of differences now, Castiel.  After Michael was pushed into the pit, the heavens started descending into chaos.  But God brought me and Caspian here.”

“Caspian...”

“Our son...” she reminded him, gesturing to the little boy, “he’s using us as a voice, to help keep his commands in place.  And for that, he’s gifted us something special.  He gave me the grace of an angel, and he allowed Caspian to remain as is.”

Castiel looked at her in shock, “th-that does not sound like my father.”

“You helped the unavoidable, Castiel,” she smiled sweetly.  He stepped forward and she stroked his cheek, “you did what he wanted.”

“I-I did?”

“You did...Michael and Lucifer were told to claim the bodies of their vessels, but what he didn’t tell them was that they were to have learned from the experiences of Sam and Dean,” she sighed, “they didn’t have to kill each other.  Their destiny wasn’t one or the other.”

“Then what was it?”

“It was to learn that God’s creations aren’t the ultimate perfection,” Caspian answered, speaking up, “we are meant to falter.  We are meant to learn.  Sam sacrificed the way god wanted.  The way that he hoped.  He gave his life to locking Lucifer and Michael together.  Neither one of them disobeyed his orders.”

“They were pawns...”

“They were,” she frowned, “but things are just beginning, Castiel.  Now that Lucifer and Michael are learning the lesson they should have learned millennia ago, it is time.”

“For what?”

“The next part of God’s plan,” she admitted, “we’ve received word, Castiel.  Things are just getting started on Earth...and now...it’s time for all of us to play our parts.”

“All of us?”

“First things first...we need to get Sam out of the cage!” Caitlyn confirmed, “and then, we need to find Eve...and stop a man by the name of Dick Roman.”

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Angels & Demons, Chapter 16

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: slight angst.

“Yeah...look, I’ve been there,” Dean admitted as he leaned against baby, “i’m a big expert on deadbeat dads...so yeah.  I get it.  I know how you feel.”

“I’m not upset about God!”

“Then what is it?”

“I should have never let Caitlyn out of my sight,” he admitted, his stomach turning at the thought, “I know that when it comes down to it, the angels would have saved you, and the demons, Sam...but Lucifer was the only one that knew about her being an alternative vessel for him...he capitalized on an argument that she and I were in the middle of after he told me that she was pregnant.  I-I never thought that I could father anything.  Angels aren’t supposed to be able to have spawns.  It’s against the natural order.  That’s why-I-I just have to find her, Dean!”

“I know what it’s like thinking about being a dad too,” he sighed as he tried to sympathize with the angel.  Castiel frowned even more, and Dean fought the more base of his urges to punch the angel for knocking his kid sister up.  But he held his emotions in check as he talked the angel through his own insecurities, “there was this girl, Lisa Braden...she was a wildcat who brought me to my knees...thought her son, Ben, was mine...but he wasn’t.”

“Are you saying you don’t think Caitlyn’s child is mine?” he growled, glaring at Dean, “because I was her first.  Her only.  I felt that, Dean.  She loved me.  And I-I love her!  But I let my orders get in my head.  I let my past experiences push her away, because I was scared.”

“Believe it or not, that’s a human response...”

“How do you manage it?” he asked curiously.

“On a good day, you get to kill a whore!” he frowned as he referenced how they needed to kill the whore of Babylon.

“And on a bad day?”

“We’ll find Caitlyn, Cas...and your kid...” he offered, “we’ll find them...and we’ll make sure that they are safe from Lucifer.  We aren’t gonna let anything happen to our sister, Cas.  I’m going to make damn sure of it.”

Castiel stood amongst the trees.  He watched as the further he walked, the more he could see the beginnings of something he was all too familiar with.

The trees that seemingly were burnt to ash in a circle. 

The mud, slowly caving in at the exact spot. 

His heart sunk. 

His stomach turned. 

This wasn’t like Dean’s rising. 

No. 

But just as he went to reach for it, an angel attacked him, brandishing their blade.  Cas pulled his, and the two shared blows, before Cas caught the blade of the angel sneaking up on him and killed the first angel with it. 

Then his attention turned towards the other, and he slit his throat before impaling him on the blade as well.

He was quick to move back to the ground that had moved and was pulsating near his feet.  And he was shocked when a hand reached out from the soft earth.  Pulling him from the ground, the body flopped into the mud with a gasp.  Castiels’ eyes widened when he saw who it was. 

Throwing him over his shoulder, he grabbed the nineteen-year-old and wooshed back to Bobby’s place.

“Help!”

Bobby’s eyes widened at the man covered in mud, “BOYS!”

Sam and Dean ran towards them and were in shock as they saw who it was.

“Who is it?”

“That’s our brother!” Sam proclaimed as the two men watched the fully in-tact body of Adam laying on the couch, “that’s Caitlyn’s brother...the one that was killed by ghouls.”

Dean looked to Cas, before turning his gaze towards the young man, “he was supposed to have been ripped apart…th-the ghouls…they ate him.”

“Wait a minute, your brother...Adam?” Bobby asked.

“Cas, what the hell?”

Cas put down two angel blades to let the Winchester brothers know that Zachariah must have found out about Lucifer’s plan, or at the very least that Michael could use Adam, “angels.”

“Angels, why?”

“Lucifer has Caitlyn...because he knows that she is the younger of the two siblings,” he muttered, “they must have figured out about Adam, and brought him back.  They’ve given up on using you two and moved on to your younger siblings.”

“What?”

“I’m not certain about everything, but I do know one thing,” Castiel explained, “we need to hide him.  Now!”

He put his hand on the young man’s chest and started to carve the symbols on his ribs.  Adam woke to the pain and shot up, panting. 

“Where am I?”

“It’s okay,” Sam informed him, “just relax.  You’re safe.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“You’re gonna find this a little-” Dean began, but instantly corrected himself, “a lot crazy, but we’re actually your brothers.” 

“it’s the truth,” Sam confirmed, “you see we’re actually John Winchester’s kids too.  See, I’m Sam-”

“Yeah, and I’m sure that’s Dean,” Adam growled, cutting Sam off.  Bobby, Dean, and Sam all looked between each other, extremely confused, “I know who you are. “

“How?”

“They warned me about you.”

“Who?”

“The angels.” he began, “now where the hell is Zachariah?  They told me that my sister is in trouble, and only they can help me!”

Sam stepped up from the panic room to see Castiel watching over Adam’s sleeping form.  He turned as Bobby wheeled himself over, “how’s he doing?”

Sam just shook his head. 

“How you doing?” Bobby tried. 

“I don’t know anymore,” he admitted, “I-uh, I went to talk to him and all he could talk about was how the angels and Lucifer have moved on to Adam and Caitlyn.  He knows that right now, he’s probably using her...that the kid won’t be able to face seeing his sister being worn by Satan...and that he has to be the one to fight him...because even if I somehow convince Lucifer to take me instead, he thinks that he has more of a chance...”

“Sam...I’m sure he didn’t mean it like-”

“He said that he had no faith in me!” Sam sighed, “said that he knows I’m going to eventually say yes to Lucifer and that Caitlyn will just be tossed aside.”

Tears lined Sam’s eyes and Cas walked downstairs to speak with Dean.  But just outside of the panic room he heard glass shattering. 

“Dean!” he asked as he started towards the room.  He opened the hatch and looked into the room.  The chair was knocked over and the lamp had been broken,“Dean?” 

He opened the door and walked in, looking for where he could have been, but was surprised to see Dean had put a sigil on a locker.  Slamming his palm to it, he banished Cas for the time being and started his ascent through the drain cellar entrance at the side. 

He knew that he had to get to Michael before Adam got his shot. 

Meanwhile, Adam was dreaming about one of his more peaceful memories. 

One where he was seven, and Caitlyn was five. 

He’d taken her to their favorite park, and was sitting on the bench, waiting for their mom while she played on the park fixtures.

“Come on, Adam!” his little sister begged from the top of the stairs as she giggled, oblivious to the real-world problems he’d been made aware of at a painfully young age, “come down the slide with me!”

“Waiting for mom!”

“Please,” she begged,  pouting, “you’re my favoritest big brother and you never come play with me anymore!”

“Caitly-“

“Come on Adam!” she urged, waving him over, “please…”

He saw himself sigh, before he allowed himself to forget their family’s issues, running away from the bench, his own seven-year-old self began chasing after his little sister. 

“I’m gonna get you, Caty!” he grinned. 

She squealed in excitement and slid down the slide, before running around the playground, Adam happily chasing after her. 

“Your mom’s not coming, you know!”

Adam sat up and looked at the angel to his right. 

“Who are you?”

“This was you and your sister’s favorite park,” he proclaimed, gesturing towards the setup, “where your mom would take you on her days off, right?  She’s not coming...not yet...neither is your sister.  But she will...soon.  And the three of you will be reunited.  Just like the good old days.”

“You’re Zachariah, right?”

“I am,” he agreed, “you weren’t where you were supposed to be kid.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“And I’m having trouble zeroing in on you too,” he murmured, “so let me take a wild guess.  You’re with Sam and Dean.”

“Yeah.”

“Didn’t we tell you about them?” he asked, “so you know you can’t trust them, right?  You know that Sam and Dean Winchester are psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent on each other, right?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed nervously, “they said a few things about you.”

“Oh really?” he asked, “trust me kid when the heat gets hot, they’re not gonna give a flying crap about you.  They didn’t care when Lucifer took your sister! Or when that angel they hang around with knocked her up?”

Adam’s head shot in the direction of the angel, “what?”

“Oh yeah,” he smiled, “Hell they’d rather save each other’s sweet bacon than save the planet.  They’re not your family, you understand.  They let your sister get taken by Lucifer.  He wears her around town like nobody’s business.  That’s why we got you.  You can save your sister.  You can save your mom.  You want to be able to see them again, right?”

“Y-yeah...” he agreed.

“Good...now tell me where you are.”

“You pray too loud!”  Castiel commented to the man who was trying to let the angels know that Dean wanted to be found.  He touched the man’s shoulder, and he passed out, allowing Castiel to drag Dean into an alley. 

He threw punch after punch at him, “I REBELLED FOR THIS!”

“Cas!”

“SO that you could surrender to them?” he growled, landing another punch, “so that you could just run away and give in to Michael?  Do you know what he’ll do to Caitlyn?  What he’ll do to my child when he finds them?”

“Cas, please!” Dean begged as the angel threw him against the other wall.

“You banished me so that you could run to him.  So that you could let the angels take you and let him use you!” he growled, “he’ll kill Caitlyn and my child.  He doesn’t give a damn about them.”

“And right now, Lucifer is wearing her to the prom!” he tried to argue.

“Right now, Lucifer is the only thing protecting her!” he hissed, “I gave everything to you, and this is what you give to me!  You play hero for everyone but cower to the angels.  He continued to beat Dean up, kicking him into a chain link fence. 

“Do it!” Dean urged, “Just do it!” 

“I promised your sister something,” he growled, letting his fists unfurl, “I promised it to her the night we first made love...the night that I shared my truest self with her.  That I would always make sure that you and Sam never gave into Michael and Lucifer...and I’m going to live up to that promise.”

“But you let her!” Dean reminded him.

“And that’s my biggest regret…but know this Dean.  I will find her.  And my child.  And I will protect them at all costs.” 

And with that, he touched Dean’s shoulder so that he could knock him out and bring him back to Bobby’s.

Chapter 17

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Deal With The Devil, Chapter 7

Word Count:  2.1k

Warnings: mentions of murder, talking of a woman like property.

“What the hell is this about?” Steve roared as he entered Tony’s boardroom without so much as a hello.  Inez had been following closely behind with Sam and Bucky, and they were surprised to see just Clint, instead of his entire entourage, hounding Tony about something while he sipped lazily on a drink, “why am I getting a call saying that you, Barton, of all people, is questioning my impending nuptials?  Why are you harassing Stark about it?”

“Rogers…how kind of you to join,” Tony said apathetically as he took another sip from his drink, “and you brought Inny...”

“What do you mean?” Steve asked as he yelled from the walk-in closet towards his second and third in command, “what problem could Barton possibly pose that involves me?”

“Apparently, he’s at Stark’s right now…got a message from Happy saying that he’s getting pretty aggressive about not being the one to get Inez.  I guess Tony was going to lean into that relationship if you didn’t come for her.”

Inez’ eyes shot to Sam’s, “What?”

“You’re quite the trophy,” Sam smirked as he made his way towards the closet to talk to Steve.  She glanced at Bucky, and he refused to look at her, “and he’s not the only one throwing a fit about it.  But he is the loudest.  We should get over there quick to show Tony we’re in his corner.  Make him remember why he agreed to leave his sister in your care.”

“The fuck if I care if-“

“If my brother is in trouble, you are going to help him,” Inez growled as she pulled herself from staring at Bucky.  She got out of the bed and pushed past Sam, storming into the closet where Steve was just pulling on a pair of tailored dress pants, “you’re not going to let some low-life like Clint Barton storm in and harass him over me.  That’s not right, Steve!”

“Not like he stormed in on my club and demanded your body in his bed, Inez.  He’s just being a pain in the ass, like always.  It’s Barton.  Tony will hear him out and then push him off with the reminder that he already has Nat and her sister warming his bed,” Steve shrugged as he pulled a shirt from the hanger.  Inez ripped the shirt out of his hands and threw it on the ground, “Hey-“

“He’s my brother!” she replied once more, cutting him off again, “and your in-law, once we get married.”

Steve’s jaw twitched as he looked at her.

She had nerve. 

And she was fucking crazy. 

He could see it hiding just behind those innocent, sweet doe-eyes. 

But God was he turned on by the thought of her being grateful and underneath him.  A smile pulled at the corners of his lips, “if I help him, what do I get?  Do I get to fuck that little cunt of yours raw on our wedding night tonight?  You gonna give me everything you got, bunny?  You gonna be a good little wife for me?”

“First of all, you’re getting tested before that dick is ever inside of me-“

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Steve smirked, only really hearing the last part of the sentence, “just a day ago, you were saying I’d never be inside of you…and this morning you were trying to tease and ride me…and now you-“

“You’re getting tested first,” she hissed, cutting him off as she pulled another shirt from the hanger and pressed it against his chest, “that’s not negotiable.  But if you go and help Tony, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me…once you come back clean, that is.”

Steve’s brow raised, “Whatever?  You mean…whatever I want?  Nothing is off limits?”

“If that’s what it takes.  To me, family always comes first.  That includes being on Tony’s side,” She nodded and Steve’s smile grew.  He grabbed the shirt and slipped it on, then wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to his chest, and pressed his lips against hers.  She didn’t respond and he pulled away with a frown, “what?  No kiss for daddy?”

“Don’t call yourself that.”

“I want a baby!” he told her firmly, “we do this, you agree that we can get to work on it as soon as possible.  That means even before the wedding.”

“If you get tested and you’re clea-“

“I will be!” he remarked, “do we have a deal, Inez?”

Her eyes glanced down to his lips, and back to his eyes.  Steve bit his bottom lip and watched the gears turning in her head.

“Steve, I-“

“Do we have a deal or not, Inny?” he asked teasingly, “because I have no problem with ignoring your brother, and Barton!”

She looked towards the door of the walk-in, and when she saw that Sam had witnessed their ‘intimate moment,’ she leaned into Steve, “can we talk about this later?”

“We’ll talk about it now,” he said firmly in response, “you want me to do you a favor.  And you said anything.  I’m not asking you to let me fuck you in front of all of my men.  I’m asking you for an investment, Inez.  I-“

“A baby isn’t an investment, Steve,” she argued, “it happens because-“

“Two people fucked,” he pointed out, “look, I get it.  You’re nervous around others…and we’ll work on that…bunny.  Now, do you agree?”

“Fine!” she whispered, “but only after you’re cleared.”

“Great,” he grinned, slapping her ass lightly, “now, let’s go save big bro, shall we?”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Clint growled, glaring at Steve, “this isn’t your concern.”

“It is when my fiancé’s family is involved,” Steve said firmly before shooting a glance at Tony, “you okay, Stark?  Happy sent word to Sam that someone was…bothering you.  And, well, me and Inez here were about to start making some plans for the wedding, but we wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

“I have it handled, but thanks!” Tony said simply as he downed the rest of his drink, “as I was saying, Barton.  I can’t promise you my sister’s hand.  She’s already promised to Rogers here, right Inny?”

Clint’s gaze found Inez and she wanted to take a step back, but Bucky’s hand found the small of her back, keeping her in place. 

“I-I’m marrying Steve.”

Bucky’s hand dropped with the simple words, as it felt like a small knife going into his heart. 

“It’s unfair is what it is!” Clint argued, turning his attention back to Tony, “for Christ’s sakes, she’s a woman, she can’t make those decisions.  She’s not the head of the family that runs Manhattan, you are!”

“What’s unfair is you telling me how I should run my family!” Tony replied, “I am the head of it, as you loved to point out just a second ago.  And I’ll run it the way that I see fit.  And what I see as fit is Steve marrying my sister!”

“Your marriage fucked up the promises to the five families,” Clint growled, “Back when Barnes’ father had Staten Island, he was supposed to marry Potts.  Parker was betrothed to your little sister.  But then you married Potts so she couldn’t marry Parker, and Barnes got left out in the cold too.”

“By that logic she belongs to Barnes,” Tony smirked as he shot a glance to Steve’s third in command, “hey Buck, care to marry my little sister?”

“That’s not what I mean!” Clint growled, “she belongs to me!  Or Thor.  Not to Rogers.  His family wasn’t involved in the promise.”

“Oh, but he was,” Tony answered, “you see in that original plan my sister was supposed to marry Peter.  Pepper and Bucky were supposed to be married, and if I had another sister, she was supposed to marry Rogers, and vice versa, if Rogers had a sister I was supposed to marry her.  But none of that happened.  But I’m following through with the original plans.  Don’t you worry, Barton.  The five families always had a plan.  One that outsiders weren’t akin to.”

“THIS IS BULLSHIT!”

“What’s bullshit,” Tony started as he stood from his spot, “is the fact that you came into my place of business and demanded my sister’s hand when you found out she was promised to Rogers, almost like it was your birthright.  My sister was given an out when I married Pepper because her marrying Peter would be too close to wrong.  You are owed nothing, Barton.  You and Odinson.  The two of you took advantage of two old men and gutted them and their families.  The only people in this room that are ‘owed’ anything is Barnes.  He’s owed an arm that Thor took from him.  He’s owed a marriage that I took from him.  He’s owed his rightful place ruling over Staten Island, which the Allfather took from him.  So get off your bullshit and get out of my building before I kill you myself and give Barnes your territory.”

There was a tense moment where the two leaders stared at one another, and Inez stepped forward.  Clint’s gaze found her as her heels clicked under the marble.  But she’d only been looking to Steve.  He held his arm out to her, and she walked into it, playing the role of picture perfect, loving couple.

“I think you should leave, Mr. Barton!” you said in a warning tone, “For your own safety.”

His nose twitched and he looked between Steve and Tony for a moment before departing.  Sam, Happy, and Bucky followed him to the elevators. 

“You didn’t need to come, Rogers.” Tony grumbled as he moved to his bar and grabbed himself another drink, “I had it under control.” 

“Wasn’t my choice!” Steve admitted as his fiancé quietly made her way next to her brother, “Inez wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Tony didn’t look up from his bar as Inez made her way beside him.  She reached for the rocks glasses and grabbed two, before pouring herself and Steve one in silence.  Tony looked over at her, and he could see past her stiff upper lip.  He could see the tears hiding in her eyes. 

“I’m okay, Inny.” He said gently, reaching over to her.  When his hand found hers, she stopped pouring and looked at him.  The decanter wobbled in her hand, and he took it away from her.  He sighed, seeing the softness in his little sister’s eyes, “Inny…I’m okay.  He wasn’t going to hurt me.”

“We both know how Yelena, Natasha, and Clint work, Tony.” She all but whimpered, “they killed mom and dad…they were trying to take Manhattan once when-“

Tony cut off her words when he pulled her into his chest. 

Steve felt like an outsider as he watched this side of his fiancé that he didn’t know existed.  He’d managed to see her crazy side, her headstrong side, her sarcastic side, but not this.  Not the vulnerable woman. 

She sobbed into her older brother’s chest as she clung to him, and Steve felt something pang in his chest. 

He wanted to be the one that she clung to like that. 

He wanted to be the one that provided her with that comfort. 

“It’s okay, Inny…” Tony sighed, soothing her, “we’re okay.  They’re not going to hurt me…or Pepper.  Or the baby…”

Inez backed away from her older brother, shock lacing her features, “What?”

Tony smirked, “not the way we planned on telling you…but you’re going to be an aunt, Inny…Pepper just found out the other day…”

This time the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes were for an entirely different reason, “Tony-I-you-“

“I know,” he smiled, “we’ve been trying for a while…”

“Eight years!” she reminded him. 

“I’m going to be a dad…”

“Congratulations, Stark!” Steve offered, still halfway across the room.  Tony looked back, having almost forgot about the other person in the room. 

“Thanks, Steve…”

“Guess that means the next of the five families legacy has started,” Steve teased, “and seeing as Pepper and Parker are related and I’m marrying Inez, this kid’ll have their pick of the litter.”

“God willing,” Tony laughed, “Pepper wants a boy…but I kind of want a little girl…Inny was hell to raise, but it was fun…”

“If the baby’s a girl, she’ll kick your ass!”

“Speaking of which…Pepper and I had been talking…when the baby is born, we want you, and Steve to be the godparents.”

Inez’ eyes bulged, “What?”

“Well, you are my sister,” Tony shrugged, “and Steve will be your husband…”

“Tony-I-we-“

“We would be honored,” Steve answered as he walked across the room and wrapped his arm around Inez’ waist, “Thank you for thinking of us.”

“We’re family now, Rogers,” Tony said solemnly, glancing to Barnes.  He noticed Steve staring at his sister, but her gaze was on Steve’s third in command.  His own mind thought back to what his wife had told him when she’d gone to the house the other night, “family looks out for each other…and they’re always there.”

“All too true!” Steve said proudly as Tony looked back to him and their eyes met. 

Chapter 8

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Angels & Demons, Chapter 15

Word Count: 2.1k  

Warnings:  angst, manipulation, emotional torment.

“Everybody leaves you, Dean.  You notice?” the version of his mother asked, ”mommy?  Daddy?  Hannah...even Sam...because that’s all you are to them, Dean.  A burden.”

“Dean...”

“You ever ask yourself why?” she taunted, “maybe it’s not them.”

“Don’t listen to her, Dean!” she begged, pulling on his arm, “she’s not your mom.”

“Maybe it’s you!” she smiled.

“Easy now, kitten!” Zachariah teased as he joined the version of Mary.

“You did this!”

“And I’m just getting started!” he smiled, “I mean, guys...did you really think you could just sneak past me into mission control?”

“Son of a bitch!”

“You know, I’d say the same thing about you, Sam,” Zachariah teased, “but I have actually grown quite fond of your mother.  Or at least the blessed memory of her.”

He leaned in and pressed a few soft kisses to her neck.  Dean and Sam visibly flinched and averted their gaze, while Aria glared at Zachariah.

“I think we’re gonna be logging a lot of quality time together,” he smirked, “I’ve discovered she’s quite the...milf.”

“You can gloat all you want, you dick.  You’re still bald.”

“In heaven I have six wings and four faces, one of which is a lion,” he explained, “you see this because you’re...limited.”

“Stop torturing them, Zachariah!”

He frowned and snapped his fingers.  Mary disappeared.

“Let’s brass-tack this, shall we?” he asked.

“What, you gonna ball gag us until we say yes?” he teased, “Huh, yeah, I’ve heard that tune.”

Zachariah threw a punch into Dean’s chest, and he grunted as he doubled-over.

“DEAN!”

“I’m going to do a lot more than that,” he taunted, “I cleared my schedule.  Get him up.”

He hit Dean again and Aria fought against her captor, “leave them alone.  Leave Dean alone, Zachariah!”

“Let me tell you something,” he chuckled, leaning into Dean’s ear, “I was on the fast track once.  Employee of the month-every month.  Forever. I’d walk these halls and people would AVERT THEIR EYES!  I HAD RESPECT.  And then they assigned me you.  Now look at me.  I can’t close the deal on a couple of pathetic flannel-wearing maggots.  Everybody’s laughing at me.  And they’re right to do it.  SO yes, don’t say yes.  I’m still gonna take it out on your asses. It’s personal now boys.  Let’s start off with a little teaser, shall we?”

“What are you going to do to them?”

“Oh, I’m not doing anything to them,” he smiled, “You.  Dean cares about you, Aria...but does Sammy know just how deep it goes?”

Dean looked at her, and she averted her gaze. 

In front of them was a motel room.  A much younger Dean, and sixteen-year-old Hannah were sitting on opposite beds. 

“Stop!” Dean growled, glaring at Zachariah.

“What the hell is this, Dean?”

She stopped her braiding and looked at the older man, “Dean...”

He didn’t pay her any mind, and she frowned. 

He looked at Aria.

How had he never noticed that.

She crawled off of her bed and went to his bed, crawling over his frame until she was straddling him.  Dean watched her, unable to move while she grabbed his beer and took a swig of it.  Setting it down on the night table, her face screwed up into one of disgust.  Dean’s eyes widened in shock, “what are you doing?  M-My dad will kill me if-shit.  Your dad will kill me-”

Sam noticed his brother’s hands twitch at his sides, the younger Dean forcing himself to not move. 

“What the hell is this?” Sam asked.

“Ask your brother,” he chuckled, “this was one of his fondest memories after all.”

Sam watched as Aria started playing with his flannel and bounced up and down on his lap, “come on, Dean.  I’m bored.”

“Y-you’re always bored!”  he stuttered, trying to ignore her.  He reached away and grabbed the remote as she continued to bounce suggestively on his lap, “Hannah...”

Her hands braced themselves on his chest and he pushed himself back against the headboard so that he was in a more seated position and grabbed the bottle, taking another drink. 

“Oh god,” she groaned, her features smushing in disgust as she watched him drink it without problem.  Dean shuddered as her hands stopped at his belt line, “how do you like that stuff?”

And suddenly it wasn’t a scene that the three of them were watching. 

Aria’s eyes lit up, horrified as she found herself in the bed, straddling Dean, while bouncing up and down on his lap.

She’d remembered the emotions she felt when she looked at him. 

She remembered how much she wanted him.  How she wanted to be his everything.  How she wanted to give him everything.

Dean’s eyes worked themselves over her body. 

The glass had already fallen to the ground, and she was hovering over him as he held a firm grip on her to stop her from falling. 

Her hips were peeking out from her shorts. 

Her breasts were heaving in his face. 

His hard-on was poking her thigh. 

“I-I’m sorry!”

“Don’t be!” he whispered, tilting her chin down towards his until their lips met in a heated kiss. 

Sam’s eyes went wide as he watched Aria and him making out on the bed.  Zachariah chuckled, “what, Sam?  Didn’t know big brother was doing things with the little Nephilim when she was still playing in the kiddie pool?  If it makes you feel better, she’s actually hundreds of years old…so it’s like she’s the one taking advantage of him.  Kind of how you and Dahlia are…you Winchesters…you seem to have an affinity for older women, don’t you?  Mommy issues?”

“Make them stop!”

“Can’t,” he shrugged, “they have to re-live the memory to completion.”

“That’s bullshit!” he growled, “make them stop, damn it!”

“What?  Seeing big brother and his little crush like that make you feel sick to your stomach?  That’s just a taste of the torment I could put you through.  I know both of your deepest secrets” he growled, snapping once more.  Aria and Dean were back in the arms of their captors, looking beyond embarrassed, “see what I can do?  I could force the two of you to relive the memories that you share.  It’s not like when you’re walking in here on your own.  I can make you reenact them like puppets.  I can do that until the end of time up here.  You’re my god-damned marionettes.  What do you say, Sam?  Want to relive how you and Dahlia slept together?  Sure big brother would love to see how you got your rocks off with Lucifer’s daughter.  Or do you want to see the memory that made little Hannah run off?  I’m sure the two of you remember that moment, don’t you Dean?  Remember how Hannah was ready to give you her virginity and you turned her down because she was ‘just a kid?’  You didn’t have that problem when she went down on you!”

“What do you want?” Dean growled, angry at having been used and exposed. 

“Funny...now you care,” he chuckled, “when beforehand, it seemed like you idiots were going out of your way to piss me off.  But now you see. The last person in the history of creation you want as your enemy is me.  And I'll tell you why-Lucifer, he may be strong.  But I-I'm petty.  I'm gonna be the angel on your shoulder for the rest of eternity.” 

“Excuse me...sir?”

“I’m in a meeting!” Zachariah said in an annoyed tone, gesturing to Aria, Sam, and Dean.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, apologizing nervously, “I need to speak to those three.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a bad time, I know.  But I’m afraid that I have to insist!”

Zachariah scoffed at the man, “you don’t get to insist jack squat.”

“No, you’re right.  But the boss does.  His orders.”

Aria gasped, recognizing the angel, “Joshua.”

“You’re lying.”

“Wouldn’t lie about this.” the man explained, “look.  FIre me if you want.  Sooner or later, he’s gonna come back home.  And you know how he is with that whole ‘wrath’ thing.”

Zachariah looked back at the Winchesters, before disappearing.  The three of them looked at the man, and a garden appeared around them. 

“You’ve done well in following my instructions, Aria!” Joshua smiled at her.

“Y-you.  You’re the voice.”

He nodded, “I am.”

“This.  This is heaven’s garden?” Sam asked.

“It’s nice.  I guess.”

“You see what you want to here.  For some it’s god’s throne room.  For others, it’s Eden.  For you two, I believe it’s the Cleveland Botanical Gardens.” he explained, “you came here on a field trip once.  It was the most beautiful bit of nature you thought you’d ever seen.”

“You’re Joshua.”

“I’m Joshua.”

“So, you...talk to god.”

“Mostly, he talks to me.”

“Well, uhm...we need to speak to him!” Sam explained, “it’s important.”

“He knows about what’s going on down there...and with our little sister, Caitlyn,” Dean added in, “Where is he?”

“On Earth.”

“Doing what?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you know where on Earth?” Sam asked.

“No, sorry.” he apologized, “We don’t exactly speak face to face.”

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t get it,” Dean frowned, “God’s not talking to nobody, so...”

“Why is he talking to me?” He asked.  Dean nodded, “I sometimes think it’s because I can sympathize-gardener to gardener.  And between us, I think he gets lonely.”

“Well, my heart’s breaking for him!” Dean said sarcastically.

“Well, can you at least get him a message for us?”

“Actually, he has a message for you!” he frowned, “Back off.”

“What?”

“He knows already-everything you want to tell him.” he replied shortly, “he knows what the angels are doing, and he knows that the apocalypse has begun.  He just doesn’t think that it’s his problem.”

“Not his problem?” Dean asked.

“God saved you already,” he replied, “he put you on that plane.  He brought back Castiel.  He’s allowing your sister and his spawn to exist.  He’s granted you salvation in heaven.  And after everything you’ve done too.  It’s more than he’s intervened in a long time.  He’s finished.  Magic amulet or not, you won’t be able to find him.”

“Wait...did you say, our sister and Castiel’s spawn?” Sam asked.

“But he can stop it,” Dean argued, missing the former information, “he could stop all of it.”

“I suppose that he could.  But he won’t.”

“Why not?”

“Why does he allow evil in the first place,” Joshua asked, “you could drive yourself nuts asking questions like that.”

“So, he’s just gonna sit back and watch the world burn?”

“I know how important this was to you, Dean,” Joshua sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“Well forget it.  Just another deadbeat dad with a bunch of excuses,” Dean growled, “I’m used to that.  I’ll muddle through.”

“Except, you don’t know if you can’t this time,” Joshua admitted, “you can’t kill the devil and you’re losing faith.  In yourself.  Your brother.  And now this.  God was your last hope.  I wish.  I just wish that I could tell you something different.”

“How do we know that you’re telling the truth?”

“You think that I would lie?” he asked.

“But it’s just-you're not exactly the first angel that we’ve met.”

“I’m rooting for you boys,” he argued, “you, and your sister.  And even you and Dahlia, Aria.  I wish I could do more to help you.  I do, but I just trim the hedges.”

“So, what now?” Dean asked.

“You go home again,” he acknowledged, “I’m afraid this time won’t be like the last.  This time...god wants you to remember.”

He held up his hand, and they were surrounded by a white light.  And when they came to, they were back in the hotel room.  Sam and Dean gasped as they shot forth from the beds, “You alright?”

“Define alright!” Dean frowned as he reached for his phone.  He dialed a number and not much later Cas had appeared.  He hadn’t dared to look at the brothers as they packed up.

“Maybe...Maybe Joshua was lying.”

That’s when the two stopped, remembering one of the things that he’d said.  Sam took a few steps forward, “I don’t think that he was, Cas.  He told us...things...things about Caitlyn.  Why were you so intent that we get to Joshua and ask about her?”

Castiel took a few steps away from the wall he was leaning on and sighed, “I-Caitlyn and I...we...”

“Say it, Cas!” Dean growled. 

“I fathered a Nephilim with your sister,” he admitted slowly, “I-during the showdown we’d had...we fought.  I called the baby inside of her an abomination...and the baby. It-it took her away from me...I haven’t been able to find her since.  I was holding out hope that they...they could tell me.  Faith...but...i need to find her, Sam...Dean...she-she’s an alternate vessel for Lucifer.  If you don’t say yes, he’s already made his intentions clear.  He’s going to use her.  And she-I fear that she might have already agreed!”

“Cas, we can-”

But the angel was gone, wooshing out of the room without any hope left.

Chapter 16

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Surrogate Luna, Chapter 24

Word Count:  2.1k

Warnings:  implied fantasy smut.

“Hey…are you okay?”

Cinna nodded, smiling up at her friend, “yes-I just-it’s amazing to see how all of you have accepted me and my pups into your pack…”

“We may act like barbarians, but we are a very accepting group,” Nat smiled sweetly, “and anyways, you’re our luna.  Our pack has waited what feels like forever for you.  I don’t know if you noticed or not, but Bucky isn’t willing to compromise about things that he’s passionate on…and one of those topics is his mates.  He’s had offers for years to settle down with someone and for us to have a luna, but he wanted to have faith that he’d be okay…that he’d find the right one eventually.”

Cinna bit her lip, “I noticed.”

Yelena nudged her, “you’ve made our alpha very happy…I’ve never seen him like this.”

“N-not even with Steve?”

“It was…different with Steve…” Nat admitted softly, “not bad different, but they were young pups.  And Steve’s father wasn’t accepting of the pairing…and neither was his pack.  But we all get along well with the Stark pack.  He’s been kind to our alpha, and vice versa.  We are glad that he chose you!  He must really love you.”  

“Can I ask something, Nat?” she asked, “will-will you be honest with me?”

“Natasha is always too honest,” Yelena laughed as she continued on with their stroll, “don’t test that theory.”

“Do either of you think that it’s odd?” you asked, “we-we haven’t heard anything from Steve and Sharon…but they seemed pretty intent on war when we were at the Stark pack summit.”

“I think that if it was meant to be then it would be,” Natasha replied thoughtfully, “Sharon is a bully…but not truly powerful.  I think she’s only kept Steve around because she feeds off his power with her mark…but I don’t think that she’d truly last in a war.  Our pack would crush hers.  And I think that deep down, she knows that.  She’s an idiot, but not wholly suicidal.”

Cinna nodded, taking in the information as they started to come up to the training grounds, “you know, if you are interested in learning how to fight or protect yourself, we could always teach you…and believe it or not, Clint is a sigma.”

“A sigma?” she asked, her brows popping up in surprise, “I didn’t-he doesn-“

“Doesn’t come across as one?” Natasha smiled.  Cinna nodded, “we know.  Alpha Barnes…Bucky-he has a program for sigmas and omegas…anyone that really wants to better themselves at ignoring alpha commands during battles…Clint was a test subject of sorts.  He found out that if a designation is put in the right conditions, they can actually ignore alpha commands…”

“H-how does he do that?”

“It takes years of training!” Clint admitted, practically appearing out of nowhere, “we’ve been working on it since we were pups, because I had been taken as a POW in a war with another pack.”

“Clint was actually from a pack in the Midwest,” Yelena admitted, “our pack rescued him when he was what…eight?  Ten?”

“Six,” Clint corrected, “my pack was wiped out…Bucky’s father was the one who rescued me…me, Bucky and Natasha all came up together…”

“And then we got stuck with Yelena when my parents wanted another pup!” Natasha teased as she grabbed her little sister and pulled her close.

Yelena playfully snapped at her sister, and the two siblings smiled, pushing away from one another, “so, luna…what’s on the agenda for today?  We’re having a pack feast tonight, so-“

“Another one?”

“Alpha Barnes believes in celebrating life,” Yelena smiled, “our pack dynamics are a little…different than most.”

“I’ve noticed!” Cinna smiled, “but I love it here, and so do my pups…so I’m not complaining!”

“TO OUR LUNA!”

The drinks were thrown up in the air, chalices and glassware clinking wildly as the roar from the pack put butterflies in Cinna’s stomach.  She looked at Bucky and couldn’t help but swoon as she saw Saradia snuggling into his chest.

It was far past the three-year old’s bed time, but she’d wanted to be part of the festivities, much like Peter and Stevie, who were both animatedly talking with the other pups next to their own head table. 

Bucky reached out with his free hand and Cinna took it, longing to touch Bucky at any chance that she could. 

“Looks like you may have a new shadow, alpha!” Cinna teased, gesturing to her daughter who was basking in the fact that Bucky was holding her, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen my fiery little sigma so attached to anyone…”

Bucky smiled at his mate, “I want a whole pack of pups, omega…I’ve always wanted that…and I think that Saradia sees that and feels safe with me.”

The three-year-old, who was trying so hard to stay awake nodded, shifting so that she could look at her mother. 

“Hello little one…”

“Our pack, momma…”

“Yes baby…this is our pack…”

“Daddy pack.”

Even knowing how close Bucky and her had become over the past few days, Cinna was still surprised to hear the words uttered from her lips. 

“Yes baby…” she smiled softly, her other hand reaching out to stroke her pup’s cheek.  She looked up at Bucky, “maybe I should put the kids to bed…it’s late.”

“Whatever you want, omega!”

“No, momma!” she begged, shifting out of Bucky’s arms and towards her mother, “wanna stay up…like Peter…”

“Peter and Stevie need to sleep too baby!” she cooed. 

“Uh uh!” she giggled, shifting out of the alpha’s arms entirely before running over to Peter and clinging to his side while she watched him interact with the pups from Bucky’s pack. 

“I-it’s nice…you know!” she admitted after a second, “seeing my pups together…having all of them here.”

Bucky reached out and was gentle in how he pulled his mate’s chair closer, before shifting her onto his lap.  He pressed a few soft kisses to her neck before she turned to look at him.

“I’m happy that you’re happy, luna…”

“I’m home!” she sighed softly, nuzzling against him, “home and with my pups…and my mate…how could I not be happy?”

“Luna?”

Cinna looked up, broken from her thoughts of her first night there, “I’m sorry, what?”

“We were asking if you wanted us to get the pups down for a nap before the festivities?” one of the caretakers asked. 

Natasha giggled from beside her, nudging her, “you thinking about your alpha over there?”

“Wh-what?”

Yelena rolled her eyes and left the group.  Cinna’s own eyes followed her, and that was when she noticed what had pushed her into a trance like state.  Bucky had been play-fighting with Saradia, Peter, and Stevie, showing them how to use the stick swords, laughing as he talked about the old, civilized way of fighting with a sword and shield. 

And the kids seemed like they were having the times of their lives, each of their little faces lighting up as they poked the big alpha with the fake swords while he attempted to outmaneuver them. 

But she had noticed the sweat that had formed on his tan, developed abdomen.  The droplets and how they had paraded between the ridges and valley of his deep cut abs. 

Her pupils dilated as she watched his form. 

‘Take the kids in!’ she whimpered softly, not bothering to spare the entourage a look.  They were quick in removing the giggling children.  She noticed the surprise on Bucky’s features, and how he was about to ask where they were taking the pups, until he saw his omega’s face. 

Until he smelled the scent of her arousal filling the air around him.  He smiled, stalking towards her, ‘omega…’

The simple call of her designation was enough to set her soul on fire. 

She growled at him, and he growled in response.  His chest heaved as he breathed in deeply to catch her scent, ‘smell so sweet, omega.’

‘Need you, alpha!’ she purred, feeling the butterflies moving from in her stomach to a tingling between her thighs.

‘Can smell you!’ he exclaimed, sweeping her into his arms.  She moaned, and her eyes closed as he pulled her into a searing kiss.  

‘Bucky!’

He growled yet again, and cupped her ass, squeezing the fleshy globes, ‘gonna put a pup in you, omega…’

‘Put a whole litter in me!’ she begged.

‘Never gonna stop!’ he growled between kisses as he slid his hand down her thigh and pressed her against the wall.  She moaned, feeling his hardened length only sheltered by his denim, ‘gonna keep you full, luna.  Gonna build up our pack with so many pups…’

“MOMMY!”

Cinna was shaken from her thoughts when she felt a set of hands wrap around her leg.  She smiled, seeing that Stevie had run up to her and was hugging her. 

Peter and Saradia were close behind, attacking her thighs with just as much energy as the alpha pup. 

“I made it first!” Stevie proclaimed happily.

“That you did, my little alpha!”

“Well, I got here second!” Peter grinned.

“Also true, my sweet little omega.”

“I made too!” Saradia frowned. 

She leaned forward and picked up her youngest, perching on her hip.  She kissed her cheek, “and my fearless little sigma…how could I forget you?”

She giggled as Bucky joined the group, fake sword perched on his shoulder, “I lost all my little soldiers…”

“Momma!” Saradia smiled, as though it were the most obvious thing.

“That’s right, little sigma,” Bucky grinned, pinching her cheek, “We always protect our omegas…especially our mothers and pups.  You three were right to come protect your mother…because I’m going to eat her next!”

The pups giggled as Bucky dropped his sword and scooped his omega into his arms, before peppering her face in kisses.

“No, daddy!” Saradia said quickly, trying to push Bucky’s face away, “you don’t eat momma.  She’s luna.”

“That’s right!” he proclaimed, pressing a kiss to Saradia’s cheek, “your mother is our pack’s luna…do you know what that makes you?”

“Princess?”

The boys laughed from between Bucky and Cinna, shaking their heads at their baby sister, but Bucky nodded as he plucked Saradia from Cinna’s grasp, “that’s right, Saradia.  You’re a princess.  You’re daddy’s little princess and princess over the whole pack!”

Her eyes seemed to light up as Peter looked at Cinna, “princesses don’t exist, do they, mommy?”

“Of course not!” Stevie laughed. 

“In Europe, they don’t go by pack leaders,” she reminded them, “they do call them princesses and princes…if we ever went, Bucky would be a king, and I would be queen of the Barnes pack…just as you two would be princes and Saradia would be a princess.”

“I’m a prince!” Peter smiled. 

“That you are,” she grinned, “come little pups…I came to get you because Natasha and Yelena reminded me about the feast tonight!”

Stevie’s eyes lit up, “another one?”

“Yes, another one…come on…I need to get the three of you bathed and napped beforehand.”

“But I’m not tired, momma!” Saradia whined.

“But if you nap, you can stay up with me and mommy…and Peter and Stevie,” Bucky reminded her gently, helping out in his own little way, “you can stay for the whole party.”

She seemed to think about it for a second before nodding, and reaching back out to Cinna, who was mouthing a quick ‘thank you’ to him. 

Bucky watched as Cinna got the kids all lined up and headed towards the packhouse.  He felt his inner wolf howling at how she walked away from him, hips swaying.  He breathed a deep sigh and paused. 

His brows furrowed as he noticed the sweeter scent. 

“You okay, alpha?” Sarah asked as she rejoined him after putting the swords away. 

Bucky nodded, “I just-my luna…she smells sweeter.  Have you noticed?”

Sarah shook her head, “sorry, Buck…wasn’t sniffing your mate…who knows…only time I’ve ever known her to smell sweeter though was when she’s about to go into a heat, or when she was pregnant…”

“Yeah…”

“I mean, you two did have that romp at Tony’s summit,” she laughed, nudging the alpha, “who knows indeed.  Maybe the Barnes pack is about to see their first heir through their alpha and luna.”

She laughed for a second, but stopped when Bucky’s eyes snapped to hers, and the realization hit him. 

“She’s been here four months, Sarah…” Bucky said quickly, eyes going wide, “I-she hasn’t had a heat since the night we sent each other into a breakthrough one…”

“Well shit,” she smiled, slapping the alpha on the shoulder, “looks like the Barnes pack might see it’s first heir after all…congratulations, Alpha…”

“Holy shit…” he murmured to himself, “i-it’s really happening…”

“So,” she smirked, “when are you going to tell Cinna?”

Chapter 25

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Shameless, Chapter 14

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: mentions of violence, slight angst, all the feels, mentions of mental illness and attempted suicide.

“What do you think we should do about it?” he asked softly. 

You shrugged your shoulders, your head cocking ever so slightly to the side, “what we always do…”

Tony chuckled and pushed a drunken Frank off of the porch.  He sputtered down the steps and came crashing at the bottom, glaring at you, “What the hell, Sofia?”

“Wrong house, Frank!” you reminded him as you leaned against the frame of the door while you held Anthony.

“I thought you said that your house was open to any Gallagher who needed some time or space away from the others!”

“My siblings,” you reminded him, “That rule didn’t apply to you!  And anyways, aren’t you looking after Grammy?”

“She’s taking up my room!” he growled, pushing himself off the concrete.  He brushed off his clothes and returned to glaring at you, “you know most children wouldn’t push their fathers off their porch-“

“Most fathers aren’t you, Frank!” Tony frowned as he moved to the top of the steps, “you know the rules.  You can’t come over unless Sofia invites you!”

“Bunch of bullshit that is,” he growls, “I wanted to spend time with my grandson.  With the latest addition to the Gallagher-“

“He’s a Markovich!” Tony said firmly.

“Oh whatever,” he growled, waving both you and your husband off, “I don’t need you anyways.  I know where I’m not wanted and I’m clearly not wanted here.”

“So glad that you received the memo, Frank!”

He glared at you once more, “you’re a frigid bitch, Sofia, just like your mother!”

“HEY!” Tony growled, starting down the steps. 

Frank scurried down the walkway and to the gate as Tony made a move towards him.  He threw himself over the fence and ran towards the back door, knowing that one was less likely to be locked. 

“Tony…”

“How on Earth do you guys manage to have the same genetics?”  he asked, “better yet, how did you come from him?”

“Just think…me and Fi were tied for first place in that race.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he spared another glance back to the neighboring house, “you going to be okay if I head over to the station a little early?”

“Yeah…still want me to show up to the station around lunch and guilt the chief into letting you take us to lunch?”

He smiled a little bit more as he walked back up the steps and towards you.  You leaned out the door enough for him to sweep you into his arms and kiss you. 

“Tony!” you giggled as you pulled away.  Your son was happily babbling between the two of you.

“I’ll see you at lunch!” he grinned, pressing another simple kiss to your lips before turning and heading down the walkway, “try not to get into too much trouble with your siblings while I’m at work.”

“No promises!” you teased.

“What if the drugs are really good?”

You frowned, hearing the voice of your sister’s friend just a few hours after the conversation you’d had this morning with your husband. 

“Well, she’s not a sibling!” you said more to yourself than your son as you pushed into the kitchen, “but don’t worry…we won’t hang out with her!”

“HEY THAT’S MINE!” Debbie growled, reaching for the magazine. 

“Debs, I need you to find the backpacks and any old school books!” Fiona ordered, “Carl put the daycare supplies back in the basement.”

“Okay!”

“Roger that!”

“Lip, you and Ian clean out the pool!  I think there’s a few surprises in there for you!”

“Anyone want breakfast?” you asked, looking to your siblings.

“Cereal!” Debbie said, pointing towards Ian.  He passed her the box of cereal and you frowned.

“You guys don’t want me to make anything?”

“Carl tell Lip to do it himself.”

“Lip, Ian says that you can do it yourself!”

“Carl, tell Ian he’s being a douchebag for not talking to me!”

“Ian, Lip said you’re being a do-“

But his mouth was covered up by Ian’s hand.

“Okay, whatever it is that you guys are still doing, I want it over before school starts!” she groaned, “so figure it out.”

“Mommy what’s my assignment?” Jasmine teased. 

You and a few of your siblings sneered, “anyone want me to take them school shopping?”  Tony left me his car?”

“I’ll go!”

“Me too!”

“Oh, me!”

All of you stopped talking when you heard your father upstairs, talking about coming down.  Lip stood, eyes wide, “it’s a rooster in the henhouse.  Hide the money!”

“Morning grammy”

“Morning!”

Everyone split off, Debbie hiding in the bathroom, and the boys all either going into the living room or out the back door.  Fiona hid the money and you stood against that corner, smiling at your grandmother.

“What are you doing here?” Frank growled, “kicking me out and off your porch wasn’t enough?  You trying to get the others to rebel against me too?”

“Wouldn’t take much!” you smirked.  Your father started whispering something to Fiona and you looped around them, going to your grandmother, “Look who I brought over, Grammy…”

“Aww, my great grandson!” she smiled, scooping him up into her arms, “god, he looks like my babies when I’d had them.”

“A thousand years ago!” Frank added in.

“You do realize you just insulted yourself, Frank, right?”

He sneered at you, and your grandmother gently nudged you, “don’t mind him.  He’s a cranky caregiver at best.”

He whispered something once again and started towards the living room.  She stepped forward, “Frank.  Give me two three-minute eggs, dry toast, and a cup of Maxwell house before we go to Indian Bingo!”

“I can make it grammy!”

“See, Sofia can make it.  I just want to-“

“Nonsense,” Grammy smiled as she passed your son back to you, “Sofia and Fiona probably have things to do.  You can make it.”

“You two have fun!” Fiona smiled, opening the fridge long enough to grab the eggs and pass them to Frank as he came back into the kitchen.

You turned to your sister, “I’m gonna find the kids…see who needs me to drive them around.”

“You have fun with that,” she laughed, “I’m going to go tell V and Kev about the boat.”

“Have fun with slut face Jasmine!”

She stuck her tongue out at you as she left the house.

“Kid…wh-what are you doing here?”

“Fiona kicked me out!”

Your eyes went wide, “What?”

“Fiona kicked me out of the house!”

You pushed past your little brother and started down the steps, “I swear to god I’m going to kick her ass.  She can’t just ‘go Fiona’ on whoever she wants to and expect people to stick around.  I’m gon-“

“I dropped out!”

You stopped on your heel and turned around, “what the hell are you talking about, Lip?  You dropped out?  WHY?”

“I-I can’t do it,” he said, shaking his head.  You watched as the tears came in and starting rolling down his cheeks, “I can’t be the golden goose, Sofia…I-“

You rushed up to him and wrapped your arms around him as he collapsed into you.  Your heart broke as he sobbed against your chest, “Lip, it’s okay.  It-“

“She wants me to stay in school…get some good job and make it big…but I know it’s just because she wants me to take care of her one day…I can’t handle that kind of pressure Fi Fi.  I can’t be everything she wants me to be…not when Karen is gonna have a baby, and I-“

It’s okay, Lip!” you repeated, cutting your little brother off as you stroked his hair, “hey, take a deep breath…just let it out.  I’m here for you.  You aren’t going to be out in the cold because you need some time to think.”

“I don’t need to think!” he said as he shook his head, backing away from you enough so that he could look into your eyes, “Sofia…I don’t want to focus on school.  Not when I’m going to be a dad.  I-I need to start watching out for me and Kar.  I need to-“

“You need to come inside, get a hot shower, let me make up the guest room and dinner for you, and you need to think.” You said firmly as you held his face in your hands, “you’re clearly overstimulated and you need a second to catch up and process everything.  Fiona’s never kicked any of you guys out, but she’s done this to me before.  Not because of school, but just because she was having an off day, and we went at it.  In her mind you challenged her…”

“So that means that she can punish me by kicking me out?” he growled, “Fi Fi, that’s not fair.”

“No one said it was fair, baby,” you sighed sadly.  He sniffled and you looked across the way.  The lights were still on in the house, but no one had come outside.  You looked back to your door, “let’s get you up and inside, okay?”

“You’re not gonna make me go back to school like Fiona wants, are you?”

“I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to, Lip,” you said softly as you stroked his cheek, “you’re going to be seventeen…and you’re certainly smart enough to think for yourself.  But we are going to talk about your decision.”

“Sofi-“

“I’m not saying we have to do it tonight, or even next week,” you said softly as you cut him off, “tonight you just need to unwind.  You need to process and think about what you want to do…and then you need to look at your options…”

“What about Tony?” he asked, “won’t he be pissed that I’m staying with you guys?  Or-“

“Tony’s used to our craziness, Lip,” you laughed, “he’s used to my bipolar ass…just like he’s used to Frank being drunk in a ditch.  And Carl trying to mutilate something.  And Fiona going a step too far.  He’s used to the Gallagher effect.”

“The Gallagher effect,” he chuckled, “you make it sound like some scientific theory.”

“It is…if you’re a Gallagher, then you’re always dynamic.  There is no static point in our life.  We’re prone to fucking shit up and creating chaos.”

He chuckled, sniffling away the last of his tears, “and-and you won’t make me go back?  To the house, or Fiona?  Especially if I don’t want to go back to school?”

“I trust you!” you said simply, “I’m in your corner, Lip…now come on…it’s getting pretty chilly out…and you look like you haven’t had dinner.  Tony’s gonna be home soon, and Anthony is already asleep.”

“Thanks, Sofia.”

“Of course, Lip.”

“So, she just kicked him out?”

You nodded once more as your husband sighed.  The two of you were standing at the entrance of the guest room, looking in on an exhausted, but resting Lip. 

“Said he had to go to school or get out of the house…” you sighed before looking back to your husband, “I told him that he could stay here as long as he needed until he figured out what he really wants to do.”

“You’re not worried about Fiona coming after you, demanding that you return him, or convince him to go back to school?”

“Tony, Lip is smarter than all of us combined…” you sighed, “if this is what he wants to do, I’m going to support it.  Because out of all of us, he’s always been the one that can make up the most amazing plan.  It was his idea to start the squirrel fund when we were younger.  I know that he’ll figure out what he wants to do and do it well.”

“I don’t know about that,” Tony chuckled, “you and him were the only ones in your families to get perfect scores on your SATs.  You used to tutor your siblings.  Even him…don’t go giving him all the credit…I mean, he’s still a kid, Sofia…how do you know that he is going to make the choice this time around?  He could just be freaking out about Karen being pregnant.”  

“My point is,” you said slowly as you looked back into the room, “is that I trust him…I trust Lip with whatever decision that he wants to make…because I know that he’ll make the right one for himself.  He’s just worried.”

“Well yeah…he’s about to be a teen dad.”

“Which is why I’m here for him in any capacity that he needs it, Tony,” you admitted, “right now, he’s overwhelmed.  Fiona wants him to focus on school and get out of the yards.  He wants to be the dad that Frank never was to this kid that he’s just really getting used to the idea of.  I mean, shit, he knows that I don’t like Karen Jackson, but if she dumped that kid on him  tomorrow and he said he needed help, or that he needed to move in with us, I’d let him.  I’d help him any way that I could.”

“You’re a good sister, Sofia.”

“You’re not mad at that thought?” you asked softly, looking up at your husband, “you’re not mad at the idea that I’d let one of my siblings move in should they ever need it?  Or that I wouldn’t force them to go back to school?”

“You trust lip, and I trust you!” he said firmly, making your heart ache at the sweetness of your own words, “I trust whatever you would want to do, Sofia.  If your siblings wanted to move in and you knew that Fiona couldn’t care for them anymore, I’d let them.  If you told me tomorrow that you needed to give all the money you saved up to them in order to keep them afloat, I’d let you.  Those kids have seen you as the one that got to do the things that Fiona didn’t.  You graduated.  You got married.  You have a child.  But they never really saw you doing that and taking care of them.  Fiona would get them up for school, but you would make breakfast.  You would tutor them and get them extra little snacks or trinkets.  You would make sure that the birthday parties were planned, and you had a cake or something fun to do.  You were there just as much as she was, playing Superwoman, Sofia.”

“I just feel guilty sometimes,” you admitted, “I feel like sometimes I let Fiona take the lead, despite me being the older sibling.  I just let her take on all the responsibilities…I should have done it.”

“You were only older because they pulled you out of Monica first,” he reminded you softly, “and when she left you guys, you were in a psych ward from an attempted suicide because she took your pills away.  You needed that routine.  You needed the structure to keep you from collapsing in on yourself…and baby, I’m so proud of everything you did to keep yourself afloat while you helped your family.”

“Sometimes I feel like I abandoned them though.”

Lip flipped over and looked at you, tears in his eyes all over again.  You gasped, eyes wide.  Tears filled your eyes as he sat up, “You didn’t abandon us, Fi Fi….”

“Lip…”

“None of us ever thought you did,” he said quickly, closing the distance between the two of you.  You felt your husband let go of your waist as your brother swept you into his arms, and the two of you began to cry, “None of us ever thought you did that…”

“I’m like Monica, Lip…”

“You’re not!” he said urgently as he stroked your hair, “you’re nothing like her, Fi Fi.  You’re caring…and loving…and supportive…and you’ve done so much to make sure we didn’t end up in foster care…what’s happened isn’t your fault.  You’ve always tried to protect us, even when you couldn’t protect yourself.”

You sobbed into his chest, hearing the words from his mouth. 

All those years, when you were barely hanging on, when the meds were getting readjusted, you always felt like there was some part of you that was failing, because you weren’t doing as much as Fiona was to help out the house. You weren’t doing what you thought you should be doing for the family.

You weren’t the designated leader.

But hearing the words from his mouth was the vindication that you didn’t realize you needed.  Hearing him say those things gave you a strength that you didn’t realize you had. 

“Thank you!” you whimpered, your voice cracking as Lip held on to you.

Chapter 15

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Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 6

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings:  smut, unprotected sex, drunk sex, slight angst.

“Would you stop for two seconds?” he asked softly, his arm wrapping loosely around your waist to turn you to face him. You felt the tears pricking at your eyes and he gave you a sad look, “you don’t have to leave, (Y/N)!  Th-this doesn’t have to happen.”

“Sebastian, Chris was rig-”

“Don’t....” he said quickly, “Don’t get into that mindset.  What Chris said wasn’t right.  What you said was right.  You told him what you were feeling.  You told him what you saw.  I’m here for you and the kids.  He never was.  I love you-”

“Chris told me he loved me too,” you admitted, through your tears, “When we got pregnant with the kids, he told me it all the time.  He-”

You were cut off by his lips crashing into yours.  Your eyes fluttered closed as his hands tangled in your hair, keeping you against him.  You moaned as your back hit the wall, and your hands found their way around his neck as you clung to him.  Your lips worked in tandem, and you felt a high, but you pushed away, snapping out of it, when you felt his tongue entering your mouth.

“Sebastian...no...stop.  He-He wasn’t wrong.  W-he-we had sex!  Th-there’s something here.  It isn’t just you helping me out or being there.  We had sex!” you said, trying to justify it, “a-and you’re telling me that you love me...and kissing me...and you’re acting like you’re Johnny and Shay’s father.”

“You deserve this!” he chuckled drunkenly as he poured the last of the wine into your glass.  You giggled as you lifted it to your lips, the red slipping down your throat all too easily. 

You weren’t a drinker, but it had been a tough couple of months, and Chris had all but frayed the wires of your nerves.

“God do I ever!” you giggled, “I feel like I’m finally getting my bearings.”

“You’re doing amazing!” he said quickly as he dropped the bottle into the trash and made his way back over to the couch where you were sitting.  He was quick to catch your face between his hands, “you-you are doing so amazing!  And I know that you don’t hear it enough, or tell it to yourself, but I’m so proud of you.  Really!  You’re so fucking amazing!”

“You’re just being nice!” you giggled as you put your wine glass on the coffee table and put your hands over his, “you’re just-you're too nice to me, Sebastian!”

“Baby, it’s not that I’m too nice,” he chuckled softly, his eyes seeing deep into your soul, “I’m honest.  And I fucking love you, (Y/N).”

“You love the idea of me-”

“No, I love you!” he said firmly, “all I think about every morning is how you and the kids are doing...I-I love waking up to you making breakfast and Shayla babbling on and on because she is excited to see me too.  I love how Johnny shimmies in your arms when he sees me, but he stays in your arms because he’s a total momma’s boy.  I love getting back from a day of filming and it’s just the four of us...like our own little family.  I love the days off when we get to do little activities together...like going to the park or having tummy time with the twins.  The baths and bedtime stories...I love it all.”

“Sebas-”

You stopped speaking when his lips melted against yours. 

Your eyes fluttered closed, and a fit of butterflies erupted in your stomach.  You moaned against his lips, your brain still processing the fact that his lips were on yours and his hands were holding your face. 

But just as he went to pull away your lips responded in kind, working against his.  You let him push his weight against yours, and your leg slipped around his and to the other side of the couch as he laid you down. 

“Sebastian,” you moaned, feeling him slot himself between your thighs.  Your back arched, your breasts pushing into his face as he grinded his pelvis against yours.  You whimpered, feeling his hardened length straining against his jeans, “Se-Sebastian.”

“I wanna feel you, (Y/N)!” he begged softly, “I wanna be inside you.”

“Want you too!” you whimpered against his lips.  Your hands worked desperately at his pants, trying to free him.  His own hands slipped down to his pants, and he groaned when your hand slipped into them and wrapped around his cock.

“FUCK!” He groaned.  His lips slipped away from yours as you began to eagerly pump him, (Y/N)!”

“Sebastian!”

His lips parted in a silent moan as your finger swiped over his slit.  His hips stuttered as he pulled his jeans and boxers off in one fail swoop, moving your hands out of the way, “god damn!”

“Make love to me,” you begged, shimming down until his cock was pressing against your core; the only barrier between the two of you being your thin lace panties.  He groaned, his head falling forward ever so slightly.  His lips found their way to your jaw, and he kissed up it while the friction from the fabric of your panties made his cock twitch, “haven’t had sex since before the twins were born...since the second trimester....”

His lips found yours once more and you moaned as you tasted the sweetness from the wine on his lips.  His fingers were deft in how they pulled the wet lace from your core, and slipped them to the side, allowing his cock to probe at your entrance. 

You gasped as you felt his tip slowly starting to stretch you.  Your head fell back and lulled to the side as he split you open.  One hand balanced his weight beside your head, and the other he used to pull your body close to his as he buried himself to his base. 

“SEBASTIAN!” you moaned loudly, feeling just how well he not only filled you, but stretched your tightened hole, “oh god...”

“Fuck!  I’ll give you everything, baby!” he promised as his hips moved teasingly slow.  Your thighs clenched when he pulled out, and your legs wrapped around his waist.  Your heels dug into his ass, pushing him back into you, “want me inside you?”

“Want you!” you begged, your mind gone as you became cock drunk.  You pulled his face back to yours and connected your lips once more.

“Want you!” he breathed against your neck as his hips continued on the teasingly slow pace he’d used once he came down from his first high inside of you, “Want you all the time, (Y/N)!  I love you baby.  So beautiful.  Such a good mommy to the babies...fuck, I wanna fill you up and watch you swell with our baby...wanna fuck you full of me and know that I put one in you ...watch you be such a good mommy to our baby too...”

Your core clenched at the little words of praise coming from his lips and the thought of having a child with him.  You could feel the way his cum warmed you, and you shifted arching your body against a little bit more.  The fantasy of him fathering one of your children turned you on even more as you whimpered, “Love the way you fill me up!”

“I love you!” he uttered once more as he peppered kisses up and down the column of your throat.  You whimpered again as the warmth of his lips felt like fire trailing up and down your body, wiping away the sweat from the sexual feast that the two of you had engaged in after you got the twins to sleep, “I love you so much, baby...”

“I-”

“Don’t say it, yet!” he begged, his hips picking up their pace yet again, “I-fuck, I’m close again, baby...I want you to say it as I cum...please...tell me it when I cum again.”

You nodded, pulling his face back to yours so that you could connect your lips once more.  His kisses were distracted, and you knew it was from his impending orgasm.  One hand wrapped around his chest, and your nails dug into his back, while your other hand got lost in his hair, pulling and tugging on it.  His hips had an unven rhythm and you knew just why.

“FUCK!” he growled, breaking the kiss, “I-I’m gonna cum...baby I’m gonna cu-”

“I love you!” you called out as your own orgasm hit you like a freight train.  Your core spasmed around his cock, milking the already sensitive appendage.  Your hands both went around his neck, and you pulled his body closer to yours, while your hips locked around his waist, your entire body spasming with please, “FUCK, SEBASTIAN!”

“FUCK!” he growled as he came.  His jaw dropped and his eyes closed.  You felt him pulsating inside of you as a new feeling of warmth filled your abdomen, “oh, oh god!”

Your eyes fluttered shut as his weight pressed into you, his body giving away the last of the energy it held as he emptied himself into you.  His lips found your neck, and you felt the heavy breathing against it, intermingled with kisses and light nips.

“I love you!” you whimpered softly, repeating how you felt about him. 

“I love you!” he mimicked, his voice sounding drained of all energy as he sighed, “you...you and the twins are my world, (Y/N!)  Love you so fucking much.”

You smiled, feeling the same genuine happiness you allowed yourself to feel since the day Chris showed up at Sebastian’s place. 

After your argument with him, and a small one with Sebastian, where he begged you to stay, he started doing even more for you and the kids.  He started looking at a bigger apartment and had moved the four of you into a two bedroom, where you and the twins shared a room. 

But then you noticed all the little things that Blake had pointed out to you.

He never looked at another woman.  And he always checked on you and the twins to make sure you guys were okay even if he’d had a long day filming and was beyond tired.

On long days, he insisted that you come to set, and he was always taking every break that he had doting on you and the twins.

He was there for you in so many ways, that you eventually found yourself feeling domesticated with him. 

You started making more meals for the four of you, and you noticed just how much the twins really did love him.  So, when Shayla’s first word was ‘da-da,’ at six and a half months, you knew that you couldn’t avoid your feelings anymore. 

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” he asked, even though he knew his own schedule like the back of his hand.

“It’s your day off...” you reminded him softly as you fed Johnny some strained pears, “you know that, goofball!”

He smiled as you got up, and he put another spoon full of the pureed strawberries near Shayla’s mouth, “I was thinking we could go out to the park...nice day for a walk with the twins...then go to that art exhibit that just opened up.  I know that you were talking about it with Blake the other day…“

“That’s really how you want to spend the day?” you teased, “walking through Central Park and going to an art instillation?”

“Why not?”

You bit your lip as you came back with the lids for the baby food and you shrugged, “if you want to...”

“Yeah...” he smiled, “spend the day with my little buddy and two favorite girls.  I-”

“Da da.”

The two of you froze. 

Your eyes went wide, and both you and Sebastian looked at Shayla.  She was reaching out to him.

“Did she just say-”

“Da da!” she repeated, her little chubby hands trying to reach for him, “Da da!”

You gasped, rushing up to her, “oh my god...Shayla...”

“Did she just call me da da?”

“Sebastian, that was her first word!”

He seemed to process what just happened, and his own eyes went wide.  The spoon clattered to her tray and his lips parted.

“Da da!” she whimpered, straining to reach for him.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you sniffled. He looked at you, “I -I swear I didn’t teach her that or anything.  I-”

“She called you da da...”

“(Y/N), I-”

“Pick her up, da da,” you sighed gently, your eyes meeting his.  There was a silent look between the two of you, “it-it’s okay...you’re da da to them...we both know it...don’t apologize for that.”

He nodded before turning his attention to her, a big grin on his face, “Did you just say your first word, baby girl?”

“Da da!” she whimpered, wanting him to pay attention and pick her up. 

His grin got wider as he pulled her out of her chair and spun her around.  She squealed in excitement as he peppered her face in kisses, “did you call for me, baby girl?  Did you-”

“Da da!” she squealed, her little hands grabbing at his face once more when he finally gave her the attention that she wanted, “da da.  Da Da!”

The surprise in your eyes...and the love in his when she said it.  He was so shell-shocked.  He stopped feeding her, frozen for a second, until she said it again, reaching out for him. 

You couldn’t ignore your own feelings. 

Not after that. 

And soon you’d found yourself in his bed at night. 

The room you and the twins stayed in slowly became the room for the twins, and you found yourself moving more and more of your stuff into his closet, until he finally pulled your dresser into the room. 

The Gossip Girl cast was even more supportive of it, saying that they hadn’t seen him so happy.  And things were like a dream. 

Even when you were terrified when he got a new role on the show ‘Kings,’ he never faltered.  The twins and you had passports and you shot up to Canada to do some of the filming before they found a base in New York. 

And before you knew it, you were celebrating your one-year anniversary with him, telling him you loved him while the two of you christened the newer, bigger apartment that had two bedrooms and a loft.

Chapter 7

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Surrogate Luna Master List

Being an unmated omega after a certain age is dangerous to a pack, especially when you have no prospects of a mate.  Alpha Potts hid his daughters away from most of the other packs to ensure that they remained pure, but things changed when Alpha Stark took over their pack. 

And Pepper Potts younger sister did what was best for the pack when Alpha Tony Stark mated her sister. 

He agreed to let the Potts Pack merge with his, so long as she became a tribute to the omega program where unmated alphas of higher status can choose them to provide them with heirs to their packs. 

Cinnamon has taken the oath that will allow her pack freedom within Alpha Starks empire. 

But she didn’t realize the cost.

Chapters

Finally eighteen

The First Alpha

Steve Rogers

Surrogate Luna

Split Pack

The Rogers Pack She Wolves

Poisoned

Threat Of Exile

Drugged

Truly Alone

Time Doesn't Heal All

Forced To Your Knees

Bow To The Alpha

Star Crossed Lovers

Martyr

Feral

The Sigma

The Summit

The White Wolf

An Open Promise

The Start Of A War

Under The Light of A Full Moon

Together Again

A True Alpha

Love And War

The Diversion

Traitor In Their Midst

Under Attack

The Final Frontier

Endings Beginnings

Chapters will have individual warnings, but there will be darker elements within the story including: manipulation noncon relationships, cheating, abuse, violence, etc

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Deal With The Devil, Chapter 6

Word Count:  2.2k

Warnings: gun violence, mentions of a gun, threats of gun violence, mental abuse, forcing a child to use a gun on a parent, angst, sexual situation, manipulation, morally grey sexual interaction, jealousy. 

Inez stood at the foot of the bed, glaring at the mess in front of her. 

Steve was sprawled out on the large bed, face down, a sheet covering just enough of his ass that she could only see the firm globes swathed in silk.  His strong, large back had red scratches lining it, and it drew an irritated feeling from the pit of her stomach, knowing that someone else was marking up her fiancé even if she didn’t want the relationship with him in the first place. 

Steve had managed to confine himself to the bed, his mess of his own seed staining the silken sheets and the women’s clothing that was an obvious afterthought in cleaning himself up in his drunken stupor. 

But the women.

The women and the mess they had created was everywhere. 

Liquor was spilt on the bed, and puddles of it were pooling on the black marble floor, making the glow from one of the windows fill the room with the scent of stale vodka. 

Thongs, dresses, and stilettos led from the hallway all the way to the bed. 

One of the girls had barely made it to the bed, and was hanging off of it, ass up in the air while her top half hung to the floor. 

Inez sneered and lifted her arms over her head, pondering just how to wake them up.  The barrel of the gun she’d found in Steve’s office grazed her ear while she remembered the life lessons her mother had instilled in her about cheating men.

“Cheating men are like dogs,” her mother said simply, the thick accent sounding like a hiss in the early morning as she put the gun in her daughter’s hand and aimed it at Howard Stark’s groin, “they are stupid and useless when they’re left to their own devices.  They need to be taught lessons.  To-”

“But mommy!” she whined as the tears streamed down her cheeks, “I don’t wanna hurt daddy.  I-“

“That’s why we train them!” she told her daughter as she pointed the gun at her husband, “tell her, Howard!”

“Maria-“

“Your father cheated,” she frowned, snarling at her husband, “because he’s a dog that goes back to his old ways unless he’s reminded!  I’ve given your father everything.  Made this house a home.  Given him your brother and you…gave him the best years of my life.  And how does he repay me?  With fucking your nanny.”

“Mommy-“ the four year old cried, shuddering at the thought of how she was forced hold her father at gunpoint. 

“You will be strong!” she told her daughter firmly, while she shook. 

“I don’t wanna hurt daddy!”

“Dogs will learn!” she argued as she forced her to pull the trigger.

“Steve…” Inez said gently as her heels clicked around the bed and she moved to the large bay windows, pulling them open so that the light filtered into the room, “Steveee, wake up.”

The man sighed sleepily, flipping over onto his back, “hmmm?”

He reached out but was unsurprised when his hand didn’t come in contact with another body.  What he was surprised about was when the clicking stopped, and the bed dipped. 

And then two firm thighs planted themselves on either side of his abdomen.  His cock twitched, blood rushing to the appendage and waking up before he was understanding what was going on. 

He groaned happily, his hands sliding up her bare thighs and cupping her plump ass, “one hell of a wakeup call, Inny…thought you didn’t like me, hmmm?  What changed, bunny?  You decide that you’re over playing hard to get?”

“Oh, I don’t like you in the slightest,” she smiled sweetly.  Steve frowned when he felt the cool metallic kiss of his gun pressing under his jaw, “I already woke up your little whores and kicked them out, sweetie.  But I think that it’s time for you and I to talk…husband and wife.”

His hands slid up from her ass, and to her waist, “you really want to start off our marriage like this, Inez?  Holding a gun to my head?  How far do you think you’ll get if you pull the trigger, hmm?  Do you think big brother is going to let you slide if you kill a son of the five families?  If you kill your soon to be husband?”

“The gun may be under your jaw, but it’s just the physical one,” she smiled.  He opened his eyes and glared at her, “you’re the one that asked for my hand in marriage.  You held the metaphorical gun to my head with my brother and forced me to agree to it.”

“You can walk away at any time, Inez…no one is forcing you into this!”

She scoffed, “just like a man to say that.  You don’t understand the duty I have just by Tony agreeing to it…I can’t walk away from this Steve.  You and I both know that.  If I did, I would have more than just a metaphorical gun pointed at my head.  I’d be dodging bullets the rest of my life.”

“So, what is it that you’re hoping to gain from putting a gun to my head, hmm?”

“You know, my mother taught me all about the expectations when I was growing up…taught me that a man should never put his hands on me, despite what she was brought up in…and that a man should know his place just as much as a woman knows hers.”

“And what’s my place, Inez?”

“You demand respect…well so do I,” she said firmly, “you demand loyalty, and honesty, and that I’m a dedicated spouse…well guess what, Steve, so do I.  That means no cheating.  No being a man whore…no lying to me.  If you want this empty mansion to turn into a home, if you expect me to be waiting here for you every night like a good little wife, you must know your place too!”

“That all?” he taunted as he eyed her up and down, “because you crawled into my bed…and while you may have a gun to my head, you’re also straddling me in what seems like the tiniest little pj set you could find…almost seems like you are jealous that I got a little something something before we commit ourselves to each other and you want a taste before we say that cursed ‘I do.’  That what you want, Inny?  You wanna feel what I’ve got underneath this sheet?”

“Do you know what my mother taught me when I was younger, Steve?” she mused, “do you know what I learned from her?  What I learned to do?”

His hands slipped under the thin, short robe she wore, and his brow raised as he pushed her shorts to the side, his fingers tracing deftly along her already slippery folds, “she tell you to always be prepared for your husband?”

She frowned, and her nose twitched as she sneered at him. 

Before he could think about it, she’d moved the gun quickly and slammed the butt against his brow, creating a cut on it.

“SON OF A BITCH!” he seethed from beneath her. 

It was like she could sense his actions before they happened, and the gun was back up under his jaw keeping him in place.

“Men like you are dogs,” she spat, glaring down at him, “men like you need to be trained, because you’re stupid and useless otherwise…sticking your dick wherever you feel like…thinking you own everyone and everything while you throw temper tantrums over boroughs.  Guess what, Steve!  You don’t own everything.”

Steve clenched his jaw.  There was a large part of him that was pissed off.  No one stood up to him, let alone took it upon themselves to injure him.  Those who would chance it would be dead moments later. 

But her…

There was something dangerous and sexy in the way her robe barely covered her.  How her breasts were heaving in anger over the fact that he’d fucked women in their bed the previous night.  How she was holding a gun to his head.

She was jealous.

Steve knew that she wouldn’t shoot him with the way that she looked at him.  And that was when he made up his mind. 

He was methodical in his takeover. 

Her robe flew open, and Steve noticed the barely there cami that was cropped just beneath her breasts, the silk matching shorts that barely covered her ass.  The fact that she was wearing ‘fuck me’ stilettos, and her legs had instinctively wrapped around his lithe waist while he pressed his hips against hers. 

The gun was ripped from her hands, and he’d had it beside her head in a second, while his other hand had grabbed both of hers, keeping her hands pinned above her own head. 

Her chest heaved even more, and Steve felt the urge to let go of her hands just to tear her shirt to shreds and attack her chest. 

He was turned on beyond belief at how his fiancé had woken him up. 

“If I’m a dog, you’re a jealous bitch in heat!” he growled at her as he eyed her outfit once more, “claiming you don’t like me, but coming in here dressed like that.  Scaring off those strippers with a gun and straddling me…you want a piece of me, Inez.  You wanna know if what they were moaning about last night was real…”

Her eyes snapped to his as he ground his erection against her.  Her eyes widened as his cock bumped against her core; the only thing keeping him from sheathing himself in her was the soft satin shorts she wore. 

“S-Steve-“

“Oh no, sweetie…you don’t get to do a wake-up call like that and then pretend to be an innocent little thing.  I’m seeing you.  The real you.  The one that no man has ever seen before.  You’re a sexy little minx alright,” he growled sensuously as his lips attacked her neck.  She shivered at the little nips and kisses.  Her eyes fluttered closed as he continued to grind his erection against her.  Her breathing quickened and her back arched upwards, pressing her chest against his.  He smirked, feeling how her nipples had pebbled against him, “you might have been protected when you were younger, sheltered from our big bad world while your parents were alive, but things have changed, Inez.  Now you’re my wife…and I’m going to take what’s mine after we say I do.  I’m going to make you scream my name, and ruin that perfect, slutty little hole.  Before the night is over, I’m going to make you beg me for more…beg me to put a little baby Rogers in you…fuck, if I wanted to put a little bastard in you right now, I think you’d let me.  So desperate for love and attention.  Such a whore for the idea of a good fuck.  You’d let me do it without a second thought.  You’d let me fucking ruin you and you’d love every second of it.”   

“S-Steve….”

“Just like that,” he growled as he went back to attacking her neck and moving his lips down over her chest, “only you’ll be screaming it in our big, empty mansion…again and again, and-“

“Steve, wait!”

“No bunny…there’s no waiting,” he growled as he ripped her cami in half and nipped at her breasts, “there’s nothing stopping me from claiming my pretty little bride and making her cum all over my cock.  You wanna train me, baby…go ahead.  Make my cock crave that slutty little hole.  Make me regret bringing those whores home and fucking them in our bed.  Show them all that you own me.  Make that tight little cunt milk my cock every fucking day!”

With every sentence he ground his hips against hers, making his hardened cock rub against her satin shorts.  Through teary eyes she watched the men at the entrance of the bedroom while Steve’s precum mixed with her arousal, ruining the shorts, “S-Steve-“

“I’m gonna ruin you, bunny!” he promised firmly as he shifted his fiance’s shorts to the side and started tapping his cock against her mound, “gonna fuck that cunt nice and-“

“Hey boss…hate to bother ya, but we kind of have a problem,” Sam said from the door.  Steve froze, his head turning to look over his shoulder at the man who’d spoken to him.  Inez’ gaze remained on the man beside him though, horror coating her very soul as Bucky looked like his heart was breaking.  Tears had been streaming down her cheeks while Bucky’s fists remained clenched at his side, “you know…no rush…fuck your girl…but we kinda have an issue with Barton.”

Steve’s head turned back from Sam and Bucky to that of Inez; a dangerous look in his eyes as he stared her down, “we’ll finish this later bunny…but don’t think you’re not getting punished for this little stunt.”

She whimpered as Steve rolled off of her and went to the walk-in closet to get dressed.  Inez pulled at her robe, closing it once more, as her gaze left the two men still at the door. 

Sam was chuckling, but Bucky had turned away from her; regret filling every fiber of his being because he didn’t take his shot last night.

Chapter 7

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Angels & Demons, Chapter 14

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of murder/death.

“It’s time, my child…”

Aria looked at her ring in horror, seeing the names lighting it up. 

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester.

Her breath stole away in her throat as she turned it, hoping to be transported to the spot where they were. 

And she gasped when she saw that it was in a motel room. 

Blood had seeped into the sheets from their bodies.  And Aria felt compelled to kill the two hunters that were going through their stuff. 

But she was frozen in place as she heard a voice whispering into her ear, “this is not your choice.”

She tried to fight against it but couldn’t.  And as the rage built within herself, she screamed, knowing that she couldn’t do anything to harm the two men that had killed Sam and Dean. 

But then she froze. 

Where were their souls?

Had another reaper already claimed them?

“You’re here for a different reason, Aria.”

“WHO’S THERE?”

“This was meant to happen,” the voice proclaimed, “now you need to help them come back…”

“Come back?”

Everything went pitch black. 

There was no explanation as she felt herself being pulled past what she’d known and thrown into something too unfamiliar to herself. 

But when she turned, her heart felt like it was breaking.

July 4th, 1996. 

Bobby had been called away on a more intense hunt than John was, and you, Dean, and Sam were in the middle of some field, celebrating on your own little fourth of July.  Sam had just turned thirteen a few months ago, which made Dean halfway through being seventeen.  And she’d just turned nine. 

Dean had found some illegal fireworks and wanted the three of them to be able to celebrate the fourth. 

She felt dizzy as she watched the fireworks light up the field the three of them were standing in.  She and Sam were dancing among the falling streams of explosives, while Dean stared on, looking at Sam and her with such happiness.  She couldn’t believe that she’d never seen how he’d looked before. 

And then it all disappeared.  And Dean was standing alone in the field. 

“Sam?” he asked, turning around, “Hannah?”

He stopped when he saw her, standing halfway between baby and himself. 

“What did you do?” she asked slowly, tears pulling at the corners of her eyes as she shook her head, “what did you and Sam do, Dean?”

“Why are you here?”

“I-I don’t know…” she said quickly, backing away from him, “i-I heard someone telling me that-“

“WHAT DID YOU DO?”

“I didn’t do anything, Dean!” she answered, “all I know is that I was drawn to the motel room and then-“

“The motel…”

She nodded, “we have to get back, Dean.  Something is wrong!”

He nodded as well, agreeing to put whatever was going on for the time being on the backburner as he led her to baby. 

“Dean.  Dean!”

Dean looked around the car, until he’d recognized that Cas’ voice was coming from the speakers.

“What the hell is going on?” he asked her.  Aria shrugged, and Dean looked at the radio, “Cas?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he confirmed, “I’m here!”

Dean and Aria got into the car, “you got to stop poking around in my dreams.  I need some me time!”

“Listen to me, very closely,” he said urgently, “This isn’t a dream.”

“Then what is it?”

“Deep down, you already know.”

Dean looked at the windshield for a second and took a deep breath, “I’m dead.”

“Condolences.”

“Where am I?”

“Heaven.”

“Heaven?” Dean asked, glancing to Aria, “then why is Hannah here?  How did I get to heaven?”

“Please, listen to me. This spell, this connection-it’s difficult to maintain,” Cas admitted, “I don’t have much ti-“

“Wait, if I’m in heaven, where’s Sam?”

“What do you see?”

“What do you mean, what do I see?” he asked.

“Some people see a tunnel or a river, what do you see?”

“Nothing-m-my dash,” he stuttered, “I’m in my car, with Hannah.  I’m on a road.”

“Aright, a road.  For you it’s a road,” he confirmed, “follow it, Dean.  You’ll find Sam.  Follow-“

But the connection cut out.  Dean looked to Aria, “Hannah-“

“Aria-“

“What?”

“My name, it’s Aria, Dean.”

“Wh-what are you really, Aria?”

“The daughter of death and another reaper,” she admitted, “I-“

“Why am I here?” he asked, “did you bring me here?  Why don’t I remember-“

“I didn’t bring you here, Dean,” she said quickly as she reached for her ring, “I saw your name on my-where’s my ring?”

“Your what?”

“My ring!” she said nervously as she began to search the car for it, “my reaper’s ring.  It shows me who died, and allows me to transport myself and their soul.  I-“

“Great, so find your ring and take me to Sammy!”

“That’s just it, Dean.  It’s missing!” she cried, looking back to him, “when I was in the motel room to collect your souls I had it  but-“

“You were there!”

“I arrived after,” she told him, “I went to collect your souls, but they were already gone.  And when I got there, someone was stopping me from killing the hunters that killed you and Sam, and-“

“WHO!”

“I DON’T KNOW,” she yelled in anger, “I COULDN’T SEE THEM.  I COULD ONLY HEAR THEIR VOICE!”

“So, an angel?” he asked, “an angel must be doing this to trick me so that I say yes to Michael.  And they have Sammy now too!’

“W-we’ll figure this out, Dean, I promise!”

“you’re damn right we will,” he growled, starting the car and driving down the road, “were’ gonna beat these assholes at their own game, get Sammy back, and come back.”

The rumbling stopped, and Aria ran into the room, “guys.  We have to go!  Now!”

“Hannah?”

“Uh, Aria, actually!” Dean corrected.

“Dean what the hell was that?”

“I don’t know, but we are taking the escalator back downstairs!” Dean tried to joke as he made his way to the stereo and started messing around with it, “Cas!”

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” he asked.

“Like you’ve lost your mind!” he said nervously.

“Castiel talked to him before in the car’s stereo!” Aria answered.

“He was using this ‘phone home’ radio thing,” Dean confirmed as he hit the top of the stereo once more, “Cas!”

“I can hear you!” Cas answered, appearing on the television.

“CAS!  HEY!”  Dean replied, “so uh, So I found Sam.  But something-something just happened!  There was this weird beam of light!”

“Don’t go into the light!”

“Okay, thanks Carol Anne!”

“Castiel is right…going into the light is a bad thing!” Aria confirmed.

“Aria?”

“I’m here!”

“Use your ring to bring them back with you-“

“She lost it!”

“Oh no,” he muttered, “this is very bad.”

“I didn’t lose it,” she argued, “someone took it from me before they brought me to Dean.”

“Not what…who!  Zachariah.  He’s searching for you, and he must have used Aria as a way to get to Dean.  He’s tracking the three of you through your greatest memories.”

“A-and if he finds us?”

“It’d be bad!” Aria answered.

“Bad, bad how?”

“You can’t say yes to Michael and Lucifer if you’re dead!” he answered, “so Zachariah needs to return you to your bodies!”

“Great.  Problem solved!”

“No, you don’t understand,” Cas argued, “you’re behind the wall.  This is a rare opportunity.  Reapers don’t even get to see what’s back here.”

“It’s true!” she confirmed when Sam and Dean looked at her.

“An opportunity?” Dean asked, “for what?”

“You need to find an angel.  His name is Joshua.”

“Hey man, no offense, but we are kind of ass-full of angels here, okay?” Dean asked, “you find him!”

“I can’t!” Cas growled, “I can’t return to heaven!”

Dan and Sam stood in silence for a second, “so what’s so important about Joshua?”

“Rumor is, he talks to god!”

“And?” Dean asked, “So?”

“You think maybe, just maybe, we should find out what the hell god has been saying?”

“Geez, touchy!” Dean sighed.

“Please,” he begged, “I just need you to follow the road.”

“Why, Cas?”

“Caitlyn never resurfaced after they unleashed death.”

“YOU TOLD US CAITLYN WAS SAFE!” Dean growled.

“I-I don’t know where she is,” he admitted, “but Joshua would know.  He would-“

“And why would he know, Cas?” Sam asked, “why would it matter where Caitlyn is?”

“Because Adam and Caitlyn could have also been vessels for Michael and Lucifer,” he told them, admitting a half truth, “and with Adam gone, and Caitlyn missing, if Sam doesn’t get back down there, there’s a chance that Lucifer might go after her.”

The two brothers looked at one another, horror filling their mind as the angel’s words processed. 

“What road?” Sam asked.

“It’s called the axis mundi,” Cas answered, “and it’s the path that runs through heaven.  Different people see it as different things.  For you, it’s two-lane asphalt.  The road will lead you to the garden.  You’ll find Joshua there.  And Joshua can take us to god.  Who will tell us what happened to Caitlyn and return you two to Earth.  The garden.  Please.  Hurry!”

“Why aren’t we seeing any of your memories, huh?” Dean growled, trying to break away from his argument with Sam while he looked at Aria, “Where are your greatest hits, huh?”

“I don’t get to have a spot in heaven Dean,” she admitted tearfully, “i’m a Nephilim.  That means when I’m gone, I’m just gone.  There’s nothing for me.  I end up in Purgatory.”

“Purgatory?”

“She doesn’t have a soul!” Sam said quietly. 

The two brothers looked away from Aria, the moment much more solemn than it was a few moments ago.  Until what was a spotlight shown down on the trio.

“Zachariah!” she urged, eyes going wide.  She grabbed each of the brothers, and began pulling them towards the woods, “GO!  GO!”

The three of them ran until they found a  drop in the ground, where they could hide behind a fallen tree.

“Wow,” Zachariah said dryly, “running from angels, on foot.  In heaven.  With out-of-the box thinking like that I’m surprised that you three haven’t stopped the apocalypse already!”

He snapped and the darkness turned into daylight as he turned, “Guys.  What’s the problem?  I just want to send you back to earth, that’s all.  That is, after I tear you a cosmos of new ones.  You’re on my turf now.  And by the time I’m through with you, you’re gonna be begging to say yes.”

“Run!” she urged, pulling the brothers with her.  He turned once more, seeing them heading down a path.

“Guys, come on.  you can run.  But you can’t run!” he teased, appearing in front of them as they rounded a corner.  They turned, trying to outrun him, but stopped once more when they saw a man in a pair of jeans and a black wifebeater, with a gold cape and a luchador mask. 

“Hurry.  This way!”

“What the hell?”

“Follow him,” a voice within Aria urged, “Follow him!”

“I think we should follow him!” she told Dean as she started walking towards the man.

“What?” Dean asked, eyes wide, “are you on something?  That guy looks like a psycho!”

“A psycho who’s trying to hide his identity from angels.” she pointed out as she pulled Dean along, who in turn pulled Sam with him.  They went a few steps further and he drew a sigil on the door, before ushering the trio in.

“Wait.  Who are you?” Sam asked.

The man pulled off the mask and cape and turned to them, “buenas dias, bitches.”

“Ash?”

He clapped and the place lit up.  It looked similar to the roadhouse, “welcome to my blue heaven.”

“My god,” Dean chuckled as he stepped down into the main bar area, “The roadhouse.  It even smells the same.”

“Bud, blood, and beer nuts,” he admitted, “it’s the best smell in the world.  HOw about a cold one.  Up here.  No hangover.”

“So, no offense-” Sam asked as he put two cans on the bar.

“How does a dirtbag like me end up in a place like this?” Ash asked, cutting him off, “I’ve been saved man.  I was my congregation’s number-one snake handler.  And thanks here, to this pretty little thing for vouching for me at the pearly gates.  Yeah.  I was told bout what you did for me, sweetheart!”

Sam and Dean looked at Aria for a second, and she looked away, taking a sip from the beer she was handed.

Chapter 15

#supernatural #angels & demons #angels #heaven #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #zachariah #ash harvelle

[abbatoirablaze]

Siren Song, Supernatural

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings:  fighting/violence, mentions of death and being stabbed

You looked up from the paper, eyeing up the girls, “That’s the third one that’s been recent enough…you guys need to be careful.”

Jasmine rolled her eyes, “it’ll be fine.  They all pled guilty.  It’s not like any of the guys had any idea they were doing it.”

“We even implanted the idea so far in the back of their minds that they forgot about us entirely,” another one of the girls, Aurora, added in, “they won’t have any clue.  And anyways, who would believe them?  They’d just look like another crazy guy who killed some bitch in his life for a younger, hotter woman!”

You looked to your older sister, “Ariel?”

“We made a lot of dough,” she half-argued, “and anyways, Nick is keeping us safe.”

You paled as your stomach turned, “Nick is here?”

“Relax, baby sis.  Big bro doesn’t want a piece of you.  You screwed that up when you had the chance,” she laughed, “he’s actually looking for a human, himself.”

“We don’t settle down with humans,” you reminded her, “and stop calling him my brother.  Just because he’s from the same cove as we are, it doesn’t mean anything. Cara and I are working our asses off to make sure that no one finds any links between it and our presence here.  And you guys are about to get some hunters put on our asses if there aren’t any already.”

“Belle-“

You shook your head as you looked at your younger sister, “don’t bring Belle into this!”

“She’s already got a guy,” she smirked, “Little Lenny down the street.  She’s got him eating out of the palm of her hand.”

“And those feds that have been hanging around,” Cara added in, “What’s your plan for them?  Because they came around asking questions twice now. ”

“Nick’s cutting the one off…we figured that you could deal with the other one, Cara.”

You looked around the group of your friends and family, “you guys can’t be serious.  We left the cove because we didn’t want to be like them.  We left beca-“

“They were right about the outside world, Crystal,” Belle frowned, “its based on making your place in it and taking all the humans down that you can while getting their assets.”

“No…you guys are wrong.”

“Stop being naïve, Crystal…do what we were meant to do,” Ariel smirked, “be what we were meant to be.”

“No!”

“I got it!” Jasmine proclaimed, “you take on one of the feds!  You’re always behind-the-scenes.  It’ll throw them of our trail and-”

“NO!”

“Come on…you and Cara work together.  It wouldn’t be hard for her to introduce them to you.  Then the next thing they know they’re under your spell.”

“I’m not going to do it, and you guys can’t make me!”

“You’re right…we can’t,” Nick frowned as he fully joined in on the conversation, “it’s something you’ll have to figure out.  On your own.  But you continue to hold on to the naivety that we all had when we left our cove.  And we’re protecting you just as much as you think you are protecting us.  I just hope that you don’t find out too late.”

“I gotta tell you, Sam, that kind of devotion…watching someone kill for you is the best feeling in the world.”

You frowned as you pressed yourself against the wall. 

You’d known that Cara had slept with Sam and was trying to push him against Dean.  But you also knew that Nick had made his way into Dean’s head, and poisoned him against Sam. 

There was no winning in the situation.  Your family had made the feds their latest targets.  Only, you’d managed to find out that they weren’t feds.

They were hunters.

“Is that why you’re slutting it up all over town?”

“Oh…I get bored.  Like we all do.  And I want to fall in love again.  And again.  And Again.” He smiled, “Dean, don’t you love me?  I could be like your little brother?  The little brother you deserve!  Not like Sam, here.  He wants to destroy what we have!”

“Tell you what, you guys are some nasty sons of bitches,” Sam grunted while Dean held a firm grip on him, “but you’re one needy, pathetic loser.”

“You won’t feel that way in a minute!” he growled.  You stood, frozen in place as he gripped Sam’s face, and geared up to spit on him.  Then he backed away and Dean let go of him.  Sam started taking steps forward, “so I know you two have a lot that you want to get off your chests.  So why don’t you discuss it.  And whoever survives can be with me forever.”

“Please…Nick…stop this.  They-“

“ENOUGH, CRYSTAL!”  he yelled at you, “you were the one that came to them.  You forced my hand on this.”

“Well, I don’t know when it happened,” Dean began, as Sam turned towards him, “maybe it was when I was in hell.  Maybe when I was staring right at you.  But the Sam I know is gone!”

“IS that so?”

“And it’s not the demon blood or the psychic crap,” Dean argued, “it’s the little stuff.  The lies.  The secrets.”

“Oh yeah?” Sam asked, “what secrets?”

“The phone calls to Ruby for one.”

“So, I need your say so to make a phone call?”

“That’s the point.  You’re hiding things from me,” Dean growled, “what else aren’t you telling me?”

“None of your business!”

“See what I mean,” Dean muttered, “we used to be in this together.  We used to have each other’s backs!”

“Okay, fine.  You want to know why I didn’t tell you about Ruby?” Sam asked, “and how we’re hunting down Lilith?  It’s because you’re too weak to go after her, Dean.  You’re holding me back.  I’m a better hunter than you are-stronger.  Smarter.  I can take out demons you’re too scared to go near.”

“That’s crap!”

“You’re too busy sitting around feeling sorry for yourself.  Whining, about all the souls you tortured in hell.” Sam scoffed, “Boo hoo!”

Dean threw his knife at Sam and you found yourself falling to the floor, despite being behind the wall. The two started to trade blows as you made your way around the wall. 

“Nick…please, you need to stop this.  They’re hunters.”

“I don’t need to do anything, Crystal.  The problem is taking care of itself.”

Dean launched Sam through the door, and you jumped yet again, “NICK!  Make them stop.”

He ignored you and started towards the pair of brothers.  Dean had broken the glass on a fire axe, and Nick was smiling, “do it.  Do it for me, Dean.”

“Don’t make me do this, Nick,” you warned, “don’t make me stop you.”

“You can’t stop this…you’ve barely come into your powers!” he laughed, “you’re weak, Crystal!”

“Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance!” you sighed.  You brought your hands to your mouth and whistled. 

“Tell me again, how weak I am Sam,” Dean growled, “how I hold you back.”

“Who the hell is this?”

“It doesn’t matter who I am…what matters is that two people you know are in trouble,” you warned, “I-I’m a siren who hasn’t matured yet, and my cove is destroying people.  Your friends got too close.  I need you to come.  Now!”

“How do I know that this isn’t a trap?” he growled across the line, “you’re a monster an-“

“I don’t care what you think of me!” you hissed, cutting the man off, “if you don’t come, my family is going to find a way to kill them.  They’ve got our poison in their veins.  Please.”  

“Sam and Dean…”

“I have samples from the blood of the men who were under their spells…you need to get here as soon as possible.”

“You’re one of them…why are you helping me?”

“I never wanted for this to happen,” you admitted tearfully, “I may not be able to go against my family, but I can put someone on the right path…that person is you.  Please.  We’re in Bedford Iowa.  I-I don’t want to see anymore people die.  It-it’s not right!”

“I’ll be there…”

Sam looked at Dean in horror, and you watched as the man you’d called a few days ago stuck a dagger into Dean.  He yowled in pain as Bobby pulled it out and Nick started down a hall.  You took a few steps back as Bobby launched the dagger into Nick’s back as he ran. 

The two brothers looked at each other nervously, knowing that things had been said that couldn’t be unheard.  But the older man glanced back and noticed you.  He saw your true form in one of the security mirrors posted at the corner.

“You…”

“Th-thank you for coming!” you whimpered sadly, “I-“

Bobby looked at you, “you should get outta here, ‘fore the rest of your cove starts to come looking for him.  Fore’ they come looking for you!  They’re going to know, kid…”  

“They’re going to come looking for me,” you frowned as the realization hit you, “I need to do a little more than just leave the hotel, don’t I?”

“Fraid you’re on your own, kid!” the man frowned.

Sam looked up at you nervously, “she’s one of them.”

“She’s the one that called!” Bobby answered, “after Dean here cozied up to Monroe and you cozied up to that doc, she knew for sure they were gearing to take you two out next.  She made sure I had the blood, and that I was able to get to you two idjits.”

“I don’t want to be like them,” you reconfirmed, “I-not all sirens are monsters.”

“Not the way you guys look in a mirror…”

You frowned at Dean, “some of us just want to live a life of peace.  We want to see the world outside of our coves and be part of it.  But some of us….”

“Are monsters.” Sam finished, “through and through.”

You nodded solemnly, “Yes…”

“Get out of here, kid…before we change our minds and gank ya!” Dean growled. 

“Come on, kiddo!” Bobby frowned, holding an arm out to you.  You walked over to him, and he wrapped it around your waist, “I’ll drive you out of town.  Get ya headed on the path to somewhere safe.”

#supernatural #siren #sam winchester #dean winchester #nick monroe #bobby singer #1shot

[abbatoirablaze]

Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 5

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: angst, mentions of aggression/throwing things.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You nodded reassuringly as he cupped your face in his hands.  Your lips trembled as he gave you a sad look.  You could see behind the worried expression in his face, to the exhaustion.  You reached up and stroked the back of his hand, “have you been sleeping?”

“Look at you, little bird,” he smirked, shaking his head, “I came here to rescue you from your gilded cage and all you can do is worry about how I’ve been sleeping.  (Y/N), I’m fine.”

“You look exhausted.”

“I’ve been worried about you,” he admitted after a second, his own sad smile taking over on his beautiful face, “ever since you reached out and told me about what was really going on between you and Chris, I-”

“You reached out first,” you reminded him, “after you saw those pictures in that magazine.”

“Like I said, I’ve been worried about you,” he replied simply, “I know how dead set you were in me not keeping contact when you and Chris found out you were pregnant...I was just trying to respect your wishes...but then when I saw that picture of him drunk, having a night on the town, and it said that he was filming in Calgary...you just gave birth...he should have been there for you.”

“The babies are month old, Sebastian.  He-”

“Should have stayed longer,” he said quickly, cutting you off, “if those babies were mine...if I’d just gotten to you first and we-”

“Sebastian, please...”

He frowned, but nodded, “I’m sorry.  I know this isn’t what you want to hear.  I just-”

“Can we get out of here?” you asked softly. 

He nodded once more, “yeah...of course.  I got an SUV so we could take whatever you wanted.  Made sure there is enough room so that we could fold down a row of seats if you need more space, but-”

“I just want to take their stroller...some clothes and all the care stuff like diapers, wipes, and HBA stuff...and their car seats.”

“You don’t want to take their cribs or toys?” he asked, “there’s plenty of room for it-”

“They sleep better when they sleep with me in the bed,” you admitted with a frown, “I just put a few pool noodles around the edges, not that they’ve wobbled anywhere near close to the edge, but they hate their cribs...even when I put them together, they don’t like being away from me…and as far as the toys...they could care less for the room full of crap that Chris bought.  Money doesn’t replace their father being absent.”

He nodded, “yeah...okay...show me where to go, and I’ll start putting stuff in the car while you get the twins ready.”

“Yeah!” you nodded.  He let go of you and you turned on your heel, making your way through the house.  Sebastian stopped when the two of you reached the bedroom. 

His breath stole away in his throat as he saw the two sleeping infants nestled right beside each other. 

“Shit...” he muttered softly, the realization of it all hitting him like a freight train, “th-they’re-,  well, they’re there…”   

You turned on your heel, a diaper bag already on your shoulder while you wheeled the suitcase beside him, “What?”

“They’re so small,” he whispered softly.  He took a step forward towards the bed, and Johnny shifted.  Shayla whimpered in her sleep, “I-I don’t know what I thought but...they’re so tiny.”

“They were born a few weeks early,” you admitted with a giggle as you passed off the suitcase and diaper bag, “What did you expect?  Full grown toddlers?”

He smiled and looked at you, “they’re beautiful...”

You stopped moving and looked at the twins.  They were so peaceful.  So serene.  As much as it pained you to admit it, ever since Chris left it was like a weight had been lifted from the three of you.  All the tension from the house was gone, and the twins seemed to settle in perfectly fine without him; falling into a comfortable sleep schedule, and easy routine. 

“They are, aren’t they?” you asked softly, “I-I knew what I signed up for when I agreed to do this whole thing...but I-I never really stopped to think about it.  I mean, I always wanted to be a mom...have a big family, but I never thought it was in my cards when I became an escort.”

“And then you and Chris happened...”

“Yeah...”

“Do-do you ever wonder what it would have been like if you didn’t agree to the thing with Chris?” he asked, hoping that it would lead to the conversation of him having a shot at you. 

You shrugged, “I would have met you...but-I think-I think that this was meant to happen first...if that makes sense...Sebastian...you know there’s obviously something between us.  I mean, I feel the chemistry too, but I don’t know what it would be like if me and Chris never happened.  D-do you think about it?”

“Yeah....I do...a lot...”

“And?”

“I think you’re right,” he admitted softly, “I mean, I definitely feel the chemistry too, but I think that me and you were meant to be friends first...but I’ll tell you one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re definitely going to be the woman that I spend the rest of my life with.”

“Sebastian...”

“I know,” he chuckled, shaking his head once more, “that’s not what you want to hear.”

“I-I didn’t say that…I just-this thing with Chris…it’s…it’s a lot…and right now, I just want to get the hell out of here.”

He smiled and held his hand out, “well then...let’s get started with the rest of our lives...shall we?”

“God he’s such a good guy!”  

You felt the blush rising on your cheeks as Sebastian cooed at your daughter.  Shayla giggled excitedly, her little hands grabbing at his face.

“What are you doing, baby girl?” he teased, playfully as she giggled even more, “I’m gonna get your hands.  I’m gonna get those little fingers!”

She squealed as he kissed her hands every time they got close enough to his face. 

“(Y/N!)”

You looked back to Blake, “I’m sorry, what?”

“You okay?” she teased playfully, a smirk growing on her face as she nudged you with her hip.

“Oh, yeah...sorry.  I just-”

“It’s fine,” she smiled as she handed you yours and Sebastian’s coffees, “So...we know the kids aren’t his...but how close are you two, really?”

“What?”

“Come on,” she laughed as she sipped on her drink as you watched him calm down as his friend, and fellow co-star Chace, handed Johnny back to him when one of the guys walked over to join the boys and babies, “he’s tight-lipped about your relationship with him.  He says that you’re his assistant, but he’s the sweetest with your kids.  He hasn’t even looked in the direction of another woman since he brought you and the twins back.  And you’ve been with us for two months...”

Your blush grew deeper on your cheeks as you looked at him.  He was still heavily involved in giving all of his attention to the two playful three-month-olds.

“We-we’re just-taking it slow...”

“I knew it!” she grinned. 

“Blake...”

“Hey, don’t be ashamed!” she laughed, “we all knew there was something going on.”

“Right now...there isn’t,” you said with a shake of your head, “I left a very...complicated situation.  He’s been an amazing man, and friend by coming and helping me out of it.  He gave me a job and lets me stay with him...without him I-I probably would have stayed in that situation.”

“So...do you have feelings for him?”

Your heart lurched in your chest. 

You’d gone to shower after a long day of driving with Sebastian.  He’d insisted that the two of you get a hotel room for the evening after both of you had driven through the afternoon and well into the early evening.  And while you had initially rejected the idea, you were so grateful when you felt the hot water rolling down your back.

But when you’d come out of the bathroom, and you saw that the twins were tucked into both of his arms, and the three of them were asleep.

Game over.

Every hormone in your body was working double-time. 

You wanted to cry. 

You wanted to jump his bones. 

You felt happiness...sadness...every emotion under the sun.

Why wasn’t Chris ever like that with the twins?

Why hadn’t they accepted him as much, or as easily as they seemed to accept Sebastian?

“Sebastian....” you whispered softly, hoping that you could wake him, and he could slip out from the twins and grab a shower for himself, “Sebastian...I’m done.  You can grab a shower if you want.”

“C’mere!” he yawned, his eyes still closed as he gestured for you to join him on the bed, “come and join us...”

“You should grab a shower!” you said softly, “we spent a long time in the car...”

He sighed, his eyes opening ever so slightly.  You felt like it was hard to breathe as his eyes met yours, “you look beautiful like that...”

“Wh-what?” you asked, the word getting choked up in your throat, “li-like a wet rat?”

“You look like you washed away the stress from the past year in that shower...”

“Yeah,” you admitted, “I think I might have...”

He sucked in his cheeks as he stared at you.  His voice held a twinge of jealousy to it, “well...would you look at the happy little family...”

Your heart felt like it stopped in your chest as you saw your ex standing, waiting for you to arrive at the apartment, “Ch-Chris...what are you doing here?”

His jaw twitched and he crossed his arms over his chest as his stance widened.  It felt like he was taking up most of the room in the hall, his body blocking the entrance to Sebastian’s apartment, “I got done filming (Y/n)...”

“Oh...”

“Found your little note that you left on the dresser,” he scoffed angrily, “how could you just leave when I was at work?  How did you think it was okay to just pick up and leave...with my children.”

You could hear the anger in his tone.  You took a step back, the stroller moving back a beat as Sebastian stepped between the two of you, “Look...I’m okay with the two of you talking, but you’re going to do it inside, not create a scene, and be respectful to her, Chris.  She’s the mother of your children.”

His jaw twitched once more, and he glared at you. 

“Chris!”

You felt your throat go dry as the two of you stared at one another in some sort of Mexican standoff.  But after a pregnant pause, Chris stepped aside, holding his hands up in defense, “open the door...”

Sebastian looked back to you, “you okay with this?”

“Yeah,” you said after another second, “You’re right...he-he is the twin’s father...we should talk.”

He nodded once more and turned towards the apartment.  Pulling the keys from his pocket he unlocked the door and gestured for Chris to walk in. 

He did so, but not before giving you another look.  You took short, quick steps, reaching the door a moment after he went through it.  Sebastian put a hand on your arm, “hey...I see what’s going on in your eyes...he’s not going to do anything to take the children away from you.  He signed that contract too!  Remember that.”

You nodded, biting back your worry as you pushed through the door.  The stroller stopped in the living room, and you kissed both of the twins before you felt Sebastian’s hand on your lower back.  You turned and he handed you the two bags of groceries, “want to put these away and start a pot of coffee?  I’ll get the twins out of the stroller and set them up for tummy time.”

You gave a nervous nod and traded off the bags for the babies, making your way behind the island as he started unbuckling the twins, “(Y/N) is going to make some coffee.”

“I don’t want coffee,” Chris growled as he shot you another look.  You turned on the coffee maker before turning your attention to the groceries, “I came here to talk about my kids.”

“And we can do that,” Sebastian said softly as he pulled Johnny from the stroller and set him down on the play mat and pillow that propped him up for tummy time, “but we’re going to calm down...both of you.”

“How the fuck do you expect me to be any calmer, Stan?” Chris asked, “she ran away with my kids while I was off filming?  How the hell would you feel if it was your kids?  FUCK!  You fucking helped her do it!  We’re supposed to be friends!”

“Well, I can tell where your priorities are already,” he said quickly, shooting him a look as he retrieved Shayla and set her down beside Johnny before turning on an educational show he’d recorded on his DVR for them, “you’ve already been in their presence for five or ten minutes and still haven’t acknowledged them and instead chose to curse about my decisions in helping your ex.”

“Don’t tell me where my priorities are Sebastian!” he hissed. 

“Well, they’re happy and healthy...in case you were wondering,” he said with a shrug, “They just had a checkup and some shots for vaccinations last week...again, in case you were wondering.”

Chris looked down at the twins for a second and you frowned. 

You could see the regret in his eyes as he looked at them. 

You knew that deep down he did love the twins.  He just wasn’t the best at showing it.

“They’re smart...and sweet...they love all of Sebastian’s co-stars on Gossip Girl...”

“I shouldn’t have to have found out that you were leaving through a note,” he grumbled, shooting you another look, “you shouldn’t have left.”

“Sebastian offered me a job,” you admitted as you poured three cups of coffee, “He saw that I was alone with the twins...he saw that I needed away from the house...and you told me to leave anyways...”

“I told you to think about it.”

“After you realized that I have primary custody of the children.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” he asked, taking a few steps towards you, his voice raising ever so slightly, “why are you doing this to us?”

“Chris-”

“No, (Y/N) we-” He stopped speaking when Shayla immediately started crying.  Turning around, he sighed, stalking towards her, “Shit...”

“I got her!” Sebastian said slowly, also making his way towards the babies.

“Back off, Sebastian...she’s my daughter!” he growled, “I think I can calm down my own child!”

Sebastian took a step back, holding his hands up, “Okay.”

Chris stopped just short of the mat and bent over, picking up the crying infant in a quick swoop.  Immediately she started screaming, her head wobbling around as she searched for something familiar.  Your heart raced as you knew who she was searching for, as she made grabby hands in his direction when she spotted him just a few feet away. 

Between sobs and screams, she was babbling, and you knew she was trying to call for Sebastian.

“Chris-”

“I GOT HER!” he growled firmly, his voice raising even more.  His timber scared Shayla, and she began screaming bloody murder as she continuously reached for Sebastian.  He looked at you, and you raced around the island, snatching her from Chris’ hands before he knew what you were doing. 

Shayla stopped screaming when she noticed you were holding her, but she was inconsolable as she continued to reach for Sebastian.  You could see the fear in your son’s eyes as he saw his sister crying, and you bent over to scoop him up as well.

“Want me to take her?” Sebastian offered.

“Please...” you begged, walking back over to him. 

“Come here princess!” he cooed, reaching out for her.  The infant leaned out, and he caught her in his arms, immediately holding her against himself, shushing and cooing her.  She nuzzled herself into his neck, and her sobs turned into quiet whimpers as he rocked her.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he growled, “she won’t shut the hell up for me, her actual father, but she’ll calm down the second she’s in his arms?  Were you fucking him, (Y/N?)  Is he the twins real father?

“Chris-”

“She wants him...fucking him!” he growled.

“Because he’s been there for them!  Not you!  She doesn’t fucking know you, Chris!” you growled back in response, finally snapping at him, “the first month of her life she barely knew what was going on, but after your parents and siblings left after that first week, you became disengaged.  You never picked them up.  You never held them or chased away their fears.   You just bought gifts and told me to hire a nanny before disappearing.  Sebastian helps.  He changes their diapers.  He bathes them.  He engages them.  Rocks them to sleep.  Feeds and loves them.  Of course Shayla and Johnny are attached to him!”

“Are you fucking him?”

Your throat went dry once more as you looked at him, “excuse me?”

“You heard what I said,” he said in a low tone, “are you fucking him?”

“No, you asshole.  I’m not fucking Sebastian...”

“This is a one bedroom,” he said firmly, eyes darting down the hall, “where do you sleep?  Where do the kids sleep?”

“I sleep on the couch!” Sebastian said honestly, “it’s not what you’re thinking, C-”

“I didn’t fucking ask you, Stan!”

“I sleep in his bed...the kids sleep in his bed.  With ME!” you hissed, “Sebastian sleeps on the couch!  For Christ’s sakes, the pillows and blankets are folded up behind you!  Anything else you want to know?”

His jaw twitched and he walked over to the island in silence.  His hands cupped the mug of coffee that you’d poured for him, but he didn’t lift it to his lips.

“So, this is it,” he asked, “just going to move in with some guy?  Run off with my kids?”

“Sebastian isn’t some guy, Chris...”

“Do you love him?”

“Chris...”

He whipped around, his hand launching the coffee cup against the wall.  The ceramic shattered and the coffee went everywhere.  Both of the twins started screaming and crying over the loud noise, “BE FUCKING HONEST WITH ME, (Y/N)!”

“Chris...I’m going to say this once,” Sebastian said in a low, warning tone, “leave my apartment...right now.  Or I’m calling the cops...You and I both know that the last thing you need right now is the cops being called on you.  Think about it.  The press…do you really want to start this kind of PR over a temper tantrum you’re having?”

“You’re un-fucking-believable,” he scoffed, running his hand over his mouth while the two of you tried to soothe the twins, “fucking Sebastian Stan...take my girlfriend...my kids-”

“He didn’t do anything but help me get out of a bad situation,” you hissed, “we aren’t together.  He’s just there for me.  He’s there for the kids!  You aren’t!”

“I was trying to provide for you.  For them.  FOR US!”

“Chris...you’re scaring your kids...do the right thing.  Just go!”

“I’m going!” he said firmly, cutting Sebastian off.  He started walking towards the door, shaking his head.  He sniffled and turned towards you as his hand reached for the door.  Part of your heart ached as you saw the tears in his eyes, “I hope you’re happy, (Y/N).”

“Chris-”

“You’re a fucking leech!  You’re taking my family out from under me because I got her first…and that’s fucking low,” he growled, cutting Sebastian off as he gave him a final look, “you’re a no-name, no talent leech and you’ll always stay that way…some fucking soap opera wannabe…go to hell, Sebastian.”  

Chapter 6

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