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Souls Intertwined By Fate

Part 4

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Summary: As soulmates, you can feel the exact intensity of pain as your other half when they get hurt. So what happens when your soulmate literally goes to hell?

Words: 1,588

Warnings: descriptions of death, mention of suicide, angst, full discretion is adviced

A/N: shoutout to my first member on BuyMeACoffee - Em! Thank you so much for your support, you've given me the motivation for this story 😊 // This is where the angst starts guys! Hope you all like this one Xx

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

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“Please give me a few minutes, Chris, I’ll come find you.” He gives you one final look, asking indirectly if you’re sure, and you nod with reassurance before he leaves.

“So Y/N, is it?” Dean asks, and you bite your lip.

“Yup. I guess we have a lot to talk about.”

Now -

“Sure we do. Is he your boyfriend?” Dean asks, glancing at the door that Chris just walked through.

“We have an arrangement.” You shrug, at which he exhales, as if out of relief.

You take a deep breath. “How about we chat somewhere else?”

Dean peers around like he just realized the murky alley you are in. “In the diner?”

You shake your head. “Nope, lots of nosy people in a small town like this. Are you staying here for long?”

It’s his turn to shake his head. “We are checking something fishy in the next town, we were just gonna eat and pass this one. Destiny I guess.”

Snorting you think, fuck destiny. You don’t want to make it feel any more real.

“There is a motel next door. Tell Gale my name and get a room for you, my shift ends in two hours.”

You watch Dean talk for a bit while they eat and then walk out of the diner together, his eyes watching you until he no longer can.

Chris keeps on peeking at you throughout your shift, and you can’t blame him. The way the day had started did not give you a clue on what fate had in store for you.

You find yourself sighing a lot, but still have a fake smile plastered on to keep your patrons happy and get tips. Apart from this, you keep tuning out as you rely on muscle memory for the rest of the shift.

Panicking internally, while you try to be ready for the two serious conversations that are in store for you, and the first comes as you’re cleaning a table at the end of the day.

“Y/N?” Chris’s voice takes you out of your reverie, and you mentally prepare not to cry.

You two are alone in the diner, and although the last few weeks consisted of this alone time filled with kisses, this one is full of uneasiness. You hum and decide to focus on a particularly stubborn spot on the table.

“When were you going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?” You still don’t look at him.

“About your soulmate.”

The dryness of your mouth is a telltale of your anxiety, and you gulp before answering. “I talked to him for the first time today.”

“And I’m sure it won’t be the last.”

The crack in his voice finally makes you swivel and meet his gaze, seeing him to be on the verge of breaking down and your heart officially breaks for the first time.

“Chris, come on. I am not going anywhere” You keep the rag down, wipe your hands and close the distance between you before cradling his face.

Although you know that sentence holds no weight, all you want to do is comfort the guy who has opened his home and heart for you.

He kisses the palms of your hands as his hands encircle your waist. The way he tugs at you to get you just that little bit closer tells you that he doesn’t want to let you go, but he's made up his mind to.

“It’s not that complicated,” You try to interrupt him, but he shushes you with a kiss before continuing. “And you don’t have anything to explain. You met your soulmate, and you deserve to be happy with him.”

His intense blue eyes stare deep within your soul, and you’re afraid he’ll see how downright scared out of your wits you are.

“I have the option not to be with him, I’m pretty happy with you.” You say, and there are tears glistening in his eyes, threatening to come out.

You try to pick words that will minimize the hurt, but you know there’s not much you can do. It’s his way of saying goodbye, his way for closure.

“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?” You ask in a lighter tone.

“I have. It’s not like I could just not pay attention to your little gasps at odd times.” He says. “You should tell Dean not to get into trouble so much, seeing as it hurts you too.”

You giggle, as if you could tell a hunter to stay safe.

“I don’t deserve your kindness, Chris.” You mutter, and the dimples that you like so much appear on his cheeks.

“I just knew this day would come sometime or the later, I just hoped it wouldn’t be so soon.”

This man has literally changed the way you see love, and if you hadn’t been so blinded by your quest to stay hiding from your soulmate, you would have realized it sooner.

“Besides,” he begins again, “I’m glad you found your soulmate before I found mine, it would’ve been harder for me to let go.”

You and me both, you reply internally. But you settle on saying, “You are making it harder right now.”

Chris chuckles, “it’s alright. I’ll be fine. Promise me you will take care.”

“Don’t say it like we’ll never see each other again,” you hit him softly.

“I have a feeling we’ll be very different people if we ever do.” He tightens the hug and you wrap your hands around him. “Go now.”

For the very first time since you’ve met Chris, he’s the first one to let go in a hug - and you don’t let go until you feel ready, the cloth of his shirt getting wet with your stray tears.

The walk to the motel has worn you down, but you know nothing can be harder than what you’ve just given up on with Chris.

Gale gives you a side eye when you ask where the two guys are situated. You pay no heed, just walking on towards Dean’s room and taking a deep breath before knocking.

“You’re here.” Dean says when he opens the door for you, and you muster up a smile.

“I’m here.” You repeat.

He moves to the side, letting you in his two singles room.

Everything is clean and the beds made, like they haven’t used it at all, and the man with him is nowhere to be seen.

“You’re alone?” You ask, just to make sure.

“Yeah, Sam went out for a run.”

“Is he your partner?” This question echoes the same conviction like one he had asked about Chris.

He shakes his head with a disgusted look while leading you to sit on one of the beds before sitting opposite to you. “He’s my younger brother, we hunt together.”

“I see. So-”

“So-” You two start simultaneously, and laugh.

“You first.” Dean insists.

“Okay,” You bite your bottom lip, not knowing how he was going to take this, especially with the glance at your lips, but you have to say it.

“Listen, Dean. As glad as I am that we found each other,” No, it’s all a lie. I wish we never met. “I cannot commit. I don’t want to be in a relationship.” I’m scared of getting hurt.

Seeming disheartened, he averts his eyes, “I understand. Where do you want to go from here?”

“I honestly don’t know.” You respond, “I mean, we can start from being friends? Get to know each other?”

You don’t know why but you feel like you owe him that much.

Or rather, you owe it to Chris to try at the very least.

But when you had met Dean a few hours ago, there was a shine of hope and excitement in his eyes on finally finding a soulmate which you knew you never had.

“I can work with that.” There is a flicker of a smile on his face. “So, not in the hunting game anymore?”

“Nope, had some personal reasons.” I met you. “I think I want to get in again.”

“You can join us on this one.” Dean suggests, his hands fumbling with the buttons on his flannel.

“Sam won’t mind?”

He snorts, shaking his head. “He won’t.”

“So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You get up, straightening out your clothes.

“Sharp at 9. Looking forward to it.” Dean gives you a toothy smile.

When you pull the door close behind you, you hear a soft murmur of ‘Looking forward to it… Couldn’t think of something better? Dumbass.’

You make the short walk from the motel to your shared apartment with Chris which is pretty much uneventful. But then, when you’re walking up the stairs, you end up meeting him just as he’s walking downstairs.

You’re both awkward as you stop.

“I - uh, saw your stuff was still in.”

“Yeah, I’m leaving tomorrow morning.” You look him up and down, wanting to remember him as he is for as long as you can.

There he stands, a good foot taller than you, in his usual jacket over a printed T-shirt style. A smile that was usually goofy was replaced with one tinged with sadness, one that didn’t reach his beautiful blue eyes as you are used to.

“You take care now, Y/N. And you can leave the keys next to our bed when you leave.”

“Of course,” you nod with trepidation.

Chris takes your hand in his, and it’s when you notice the night bag on his shoulder. “Y/N just… Please don’t forget me.”

“I don’t think I can even if I wanted to, Chris. What you gave me, what we had, was special.” You try to soothe him with a quick squeeze.

With a last peck as he crosses you, he exchanges way more emotions than words ever could and finally bids you farewell.

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musings-of-a-rose · 2 years

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Hey! I read your prompt list and I’m all up in my angsty Benny feels right now, so this one really stood out to me

“You shielded me against debris/arrows, I am now cleaning your wounds and mumbling about how stupid you were, but you would hear none of it”

Maybe it’s the reader who shields Benny though, possibly a female Delta force member or she gets in the way during one of his fights? I’m imagining crying, near death angst 😂 you choose how it ends! 😊

Sacrifice

Pairing: Benjamin “Benny” Miller x F!reader

Word Count: 3700

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: I’ll leave my standard warning here, but this fic deals with triggering topics relating to being a soldier. It can get hard/sad. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I had an ending in mind but as I thought about it and wrote it, 2 more endings presented themselves and I couldn’t pick. SO this story has 3 endings! You can pick randomly, read them all, your choice! If you reblog or comment (never required but always loved), let me know which one was your favorite!

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**Please read the notes prior to reading as this has multiple endings!!**

“What do you call a potato with a penis? A dictater!”

You laugh as you punch Benny in the arm. “That was terrible, Miller.”

“Yeah but you’re laughin’, Barbie!”

Groaning, you punch him in the arm again. You had gotten the nickname not based on your looks, but by the fact you were the only girl in this Delta Force unit. When you showed them just how skilled you were, the nickname stuck for the sheer irony.

Frankie pulls the humvee into position, chuckling at the 2 of you bickering in the backseats. He turns his head to the side to yell at you.

“Hey - would you guys get a room already? Some of us are trying to focus on the mission.”

“Fish, I’m tryin’, but she keeps turnin’ me down.” He winks at you as you shift in your seat.

“Maybe if you weren’t drunk off Mad Dog I’d have said yes.”

“Good to know… wait, Frankie, was that you focusin’ on the mission with Maria the nurse all last night?”

“Shut up, you ass.”

“‘Oh Frankie! You feel like Superman!’” Benny taunts and you chuckle.

“Hey don’t bash on Frankie. He has a reputation to uphold.”

“I-I do?” Frankie asks.

“Oh come on. Don’t act like you don’t know what the girls call you,” you answer, raising your eyebrows at him in disbelief.

Frankie blushes but smiles and Benny starts whooping.

“Get ‘em, Fish!”

“Ok boys, enough. It’s time to work.” You had spotted Tom’s humvee rolling into position with Santi and Will inside.

Immediately switching to mission mode, the boys fall silent and gather their gear, getting ready to head into the tiny village. Your commanding officer had received some reliable intel that the enemy had an outpost here - even if you didn’t catch him, taking out the base would put a dent in his operations.

Quietly, you all fall in behind Tom as he leads you around the village. Getting into position, you stay with Benny at the front of the village while the others move around.

It’s not very large - several one or two-story structures arranged in a row with a handful of smaller outer buildings that most likely held food. You chance a glance at Benny and his blue eyes meet yours, giving you one of his winks where the entire side of his face pinches up. It’s stupidly adorable and he knew it, smirking at the way your cheeks were heating up.

Tom gives the signal and you advance, crouching low and covering Benny’s back as he takes lead. He swiftly takes out 2 of the guards while you take out another 3. You hear Tom’s voice in your ear confirming his kills, Will, Frankie, and Santi confirming theirs. Benny and you add yours in and Tom comes back on mic.

“There’s one more somewhere.”

Staying on alert, Benny and you crouch through the buildings, scanning them for the remaining guard. Radio silence from the rest of the men around the edges of the town tells you that they haven’t seen the guard either.

Benny motions to you that he’s entering a building, since the guard has to be hiding internally. Clearing the first building, you move to the next, Benny taking point and entering first as you cover him.

Entering behind him, you hear an unfamiliar voice yelling and Benny fires, rapid pops in the direction of the voice before it’s silenced. You see the guard go down and Benny calls it into the mic.

“1 down.”

But as he speaks, you see the guard, with the last of his time left in this world, move his shaking hand and press his thumb down on a small device that starts to quietly beep, the sound speeding up rapidly.

“GET DOWN!” You scream, launching yourself at Benny who was standing just next to the man.

Knocking him over you hear an explosion and fly forward, debris, dirt, and metal flying around as you fall with Benny and land on the floor, the world going black for a moment.

When you wake, you suppose it had only been a moment, as the dust is still settling. You can hear the crackling of the fire left behind by the homemade explosive, pieces of the building softly crumbling at the edges of your muted hearing. You blink, looking forward and you see Benny right in front of you, his face less than a foot from yours. He blinks, eyes opening as he takes in everything.

“Barbie, you ok?”

Suddenly, you feel cold, in stark contrast to your surroundings, especially with the flames that you’re sure are flickering somewhere around you. You feel a shiver starting to come on and you know, deep down, that it’s not good.

“I’m cold.”

“Hey no, no. It’s ok. You’re o-” he shifts his body and freezes, looking down between your bodies. The expression on his face tells you everything.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” You start to tremble and he brings up his free hand to your face, cupping your cheek.

“No, hey no. It’s ok. You’ll be fine. Just stay with me.”

“I need to tell you something-”

“No, no. None of that. You can tell me when you’re ok.” He swallows hard, trying his best to not let tears fall.

“Please, just listen.”

“No. No, you’re gonna be fi-”

“I love you, Benny.”

A sob escapes him, tears starting to leak from his eyes but he doesn’t remove his hand from your face.

“I suppose I’ve l-loved you since b-basic. I sh-should’ve told you b-before. M-maybe we could’ve..could’ve…” You take a breath, the shivering getting to you as you try to hold back your own tears.

“I love you too. We were just havin’ too much fun flirtin’.” He lets out a small, forced laugh and you copy it, but then hiss from pain.

“Benny, promise me you’ll l-live your life. This is n-not your fault. I would d-do it again f-for you.”

“I don’t want a life without you.”

“B-Benny please. P-promise me. Fall in love, have a f-family. S-settle d-down. K-keep the b-boys in l-l-line.”

“Not without you.” He’s still managing to choke back most of his tears, holding them back so you wouldn’t be scared.

Your head starts to feel faint and your eyes flutter closed for a moment and you feel Benny stroking your cheek with his thumb, calling your name. Your eyes slowly open and it takes you a moment to focus on him.

“Promise me, Ben.”

“I promise.”

“T-tell them a-all I l-love them.”

“I will.” Benny sniffs, feeling his hold on his emotions slipping as he watches you start to slip from this world.

“I l-love you, Ben M-Miller.”

“I love you too.”

You feel very tired, eyes too heavy to open as you close them and surrender to the force that had been calling you, pulling you towards it, whispering your name as if it were a friend.

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It could have ended this way….

Your eyes close and as your body slumps, Benny places his fingers to your throat, feeling no pulse. He screams, full of sorrow and anger, gut-wrenching from the deepest parts of him for the loss of the one person he loved most in this life. He thought they would have more time, they would always have more time, but now? Now every single future he saw with you had been wrenched away, stabbing at him like the shrapnel that dug a few inches into his stomach, your body having taken the bulk of its deadly kiss.

He vaguely hears his friends, the other men in his unit as they enter the building what feels like an eternity later, taking in the scene before them. You and Benny are connected, a giant piece of metal sticking out of your back, down at an angle and poking into Benny. Benny’s cries of anguish, of deep loss and despair tell them what they all had hoped wasn’t true.

You were gone.

None of them would forget the sounds coming from Benny, as if his very soul was being torn from his body as he paws at your arms and face, trying to get you to wake up even though he knows you’re gone.

Tom is the first one to come to, yelling at the others to get to action.

“We need to get them into the humvee. We can’t separate them yet - it may be deeper than it looks on Benny and we can’t risk him bleeding out.”

Benny seems to snap out of it as he looks at Tom. “Let me die! I don’t want to be here without her!” A sob erupts from him and his entire body shakes with it. He feels the pain from his wound but he doesn’t care - that is nothing compared to what he feels in his soul.

Will responds. “Barbie wouldn’t have wanted that, Ben. Let’s go.”

“No! I want to die, Will!”

Quietly, Santi moves around behind Benny, taking out a small syringe from a first aid kit. He jams it into Benny and he goes slack, head laying down as he passes out from the sedative.

He wakes briefly in the humvee, his eyes opening to see your face, already losing color. He wails again before muttering about losing you and the sedative kicks back in.

He wakes once more when he’s in the med bay, doctors and nurses frantically moving about to take in the situation. He hears them say they were ready to separate them and he snaps awake.

“No! No, I don't want to leave her!”

“You need to calm down, sir-”

“I can’t leave her! I-I-”

A nurse comes up and puts another needle in his neck and black creeps into his vision, the last thing he sees is your cold face, all signs of your laugh, your smile, your life, gone.

He wakes a few days later, bandaged up, with Frankie and Will sitting in the room with him.

“Where is she?” he manages to croak out. Frankie and Will sit up and look at him.

“Hey, there he is!” Frankie tries to smile at him but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Where is she, Frankie?”

Frankie looks to Will, who nods and takes over. “They separated you. You weren’t so bad off. They managed to stitch you up-”

“Where. Is. She.” Benny spits through gritted teeth.

“In the base morgue.”

Tears stream down his face as he nods, his hand moving to the bandages that will soon show him his new scar.

Later that night, Benny manages to sneak out of his room, hobbling down the empty hall and into the tiny morgue they have on base. He pulls open a few of the little doors and reads the tags, finding either empty slots or no one with your name. Finally, he opens a door and the tag shows your name. He swallows hard and pulls the drawer out, your cold and lifeless body lying on the slab, sheet covering you up.

He pulls a chair over and sits next to your head, gently pushing the hair away from your face.

“I’m so sorry, Barbie. I should’ve looked. I should’ve seen that guy had a detonator. Then you wouldn’t..wouldn’t…” He starts to cry, his sobs echoing off the cold walls, loud in the silent room.

“I fuckin’ love you so much. I always have. I’m such an idiot for never telling you. I know you’d take some responsibility for that but as you aren’t here to argue, that one’s on me.”

His tears drip onto your arm and he wipes them away, crying more at the coldness under his fingertips.

“I know you said I had to live my life. Made me promise you. Thing is, I don’t know how to do that without you. Ever since we met, I only saw you. I saw us gettin’ together, gettin’ married, having babies, growin’ old together. Given’ each other shit,” he chuckles sadly, his eyes staring off for a moment, dreaming of a future that will never be.

“Thing is, I don’t want anyone else. And I know you’d say ‘You say that now but what if some hot chick comes up to you?’ They wouldn’t have shit on you, Barbie. You saved my life long before this. You showed me that I’m more than just Benny who can’t sit still, Benny who is all over the place, Benny who is fun but also sort of a fuck up. That I can do things, be things. You made me a better person. I can’t believe I have to live this life without you.”

He rests his head next to yours, feeling your cold skin against his and he cries, eventually falling asleep and waking to the doctor trying to get him back to his room. Security had to come and pull him away from you, raging and screaming as the door closed behind your body.

A month later, Benny and his fellow teammates are dressed in black, carrying your casket down to its final resting place. Random soldiers were supposed to do this, but none of them would hear it. As “Taps” plays, tears quietly fall down their faces as they lower you into the ground.

It’s over. You’re in the ground, buried along with all of your dreams for the future, your plans. Benny stands at the edge of the hole, staring down at the dirt patch, hands in his pockets. He supposes his dreams are buried there with you, any hope he had was gone. He absent-mindedly rubs at his scar, reminding him of you and the ultimate sacrifice you made so he could be the one standing here, a choice you said you’d always make.

A gentle tap at his arm makes him blink and look around, seeing a face similar to yours but different, older. It must be your mom.

“Benny, right?”

He nods. “Yes, ma’am. I’m..sorry for your loss.”

She smiles sadly and nods. “I’m sorry for yours too.”

He returns her smile but drops it immediately.

“She talked about you a lot. I mean she talked about all of you but you especially. I was fairly certain she was in love with you and just didn’t know it. But I was wrong. She did know it.” She holds out a journal, plain black and covered in random stickers, one that Benny had given her prominently displayed on the cover.

“When we got the knock, I didn’t leave her room for weeks. I found this, her journal. As much as it hurts me to give up this piece of my daughter, I think she’d want you to have this.”

He blinks and looks down at the journal. “Oh, no ma’am. I can’t take that from you.”

“Please. She would want you to know just how much you were loved.”

A tear comes down his face as he nods and takes the journal, gently cradling it in his large hands. “Thank you.”

“Oh - she also had this on her when we got her…effects.” She holds out a necklace with a small, silver dolphin charm on it. Benny had gotten it for her during some time off. She had put it on then but he thought it was to humor him. That had been years ago.

“She had this on her?”

“She never took it off, Benny.”

A sob escapes him then and your mom grabs his hand, pulling him in for a hug and cries with him, both of you morning the loss of the life of someone you had loved with everything.

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Or it could have ended this way (If you want more context, you can read the ending above, but it’s not necessary)

“I l-love you, Ben M-Miller.”

“I love you too.”

You feel very tired, eyes too heavy to open as you close them and surrender to the force that had been calling you, pulling you towards it, whispering your name as if it were a friend.

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10 years later, Benny stands in his room, pulling on his jeans as he walks into the closet to grab a shirt. Coming out, he moves to stand in front of the mirror. A scar cuts across the side of his belly, next to his belly button, jagged and now white with the years. He touches his fingers to it as his eyes burn with unshed tears.

He didn’t need a calendar to tell him what today was.

It had been 10 years ago, on this day, that you had sacrificed yourself to save him. He had held you in your last moments, the last things you ever said to him were for him to live his life, fall in love, and start a family. That you had loved him for years and would absolutely save you again, even at the cost of your own life.

It had taken him years to get out of his depression, the image of your cold form attached to his for hours until they could separate you is etched in his brain, reaching to him on his saddest days and in his sleep.

And then she came along.

She found Benny in his deepest depression, his darkest corner and she pulled him out, offering him a lifeline that was like a lighthouse in a stormy sea. She had shown him there was still good in this world and that it was possible to love another so deeply. He had told her about you and she was never jealous - in fact, she had cried and said a thanks to the universe to you for your sacrifice. He wasn’t supposed to hear that, as had overheard you when you thought you were alone. But that had proved to him that she was the way forward, his way forward.

He loves her deeply, not replacing his love for you but right alongside it. He had gotten married and had 2 kids that he loved more than life itself. A son and a daughter, both a perfect combo of him and his wife. He loved his life now and every year on this anniversary, he would take time to thank you when he touched his scar before dressing to head to the cemetery, bringing you fresh flowers and photos of his kids. Sometimes his wife and kids would come, all chatting to you as if you were there and not just a headstone. He imagined you looking down on them, smiling and saying “See? I told you you could be happy! You deserve it!”

“Daddy!” His son yanks him from his memories and slams into his legs, Benny fake falling over as they wrestle on the ground. His son sees his dad’s eyes and stop fighting.

“Daddy, you ok?” His bright blue eyes bore into his matching ones.

“Yeah. I’m just remembering someone.”

“Is it Barbie? Is it time to go see her?”

He smiles, a little less sadly than the year before. “Yeah, kiddo. Wanna come?”

“Can I bring my new toys to show her?”

“Absolutely.”

A couple hours later, he watches as his son and daughter play in front of your tombstone, showing you their toys in between their play fighting. His wife leans across the blanket where they were sitting and plants a soft kiss on his cheek.

“You ok, baby?”

He takes his eyes from your tombstone and meets his wife’s.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m happy.”

A slight, cool breeze picks up at that moment and it’s like he can feel you on it, embracing him with its coolness as if to say “I’m proud of you.”

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Or it could have ended this way….

“I l-love you, Ben M-Miller.”

“I love you too.”

You feel very tired, eyes too heavy to open as you close them and surrender to the force that had been calling you, pulling you towards it, whispering your name as if it were a friend.

6 years later, Benny pulls a shirt from his closet, turning towards the mirror as he gets ready to put it on. He pauses, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His fingers glide over the scar on his abdomen, now a pale color, a ghost of you etched on him forever. Tears start to well in the corners of his eyes as he remembers that day, the way you protected him, shielded him with your body and took the brunt of the shrapnel that surely would’ve killed him instantly.

“Daddy!”

His daughter comes running in the room and he wipes at his eyes quickly, turning to kneel in front of his kid.

“Hey, sweetheart. You sleep ok?”

“Yup! I big girl, Daddy. I sleep big girl bed!”

He chuckles, his smile not quite reaching his eyes as the memories of that day fade into the corners of his mind. “That’s right, you are.”

She cocks her head at him, studying his face, her bright blue eyes inherited from him taking in every inch of his face. She smiles at him and throws her little arms around his neck.

“It ok, Daddy. I love you.”

“You are too smart for your age,” He smiles, choking back tears as he hugs his daughter. A few moments pass and he ruffles her hair, causing her to squeal and run from the room. She disappears into the kitchen and Benny follows her, smelling coffee and french toast - his favorite breakfast food.

He helps his daughter into her high chair, pulling it up close to the table as she had outgrown the tray. He grabs a banana from the bowl on the table and opens it, handing it to her to snack on. She takes it, happily trying to chew the banana as she creates a mess. Benny turns and walks up to the counter where the coffee maker is, but before he could grab the carafe, a mug slides across the counter to him.

“Already made you one, Ben.”

He smiles, turning to rest his lower back against the counter as he leans into it, holding his steaming mug of coffee.

“Now, how’d I get to be so lucky as to have you?”

Moving the pan off the burner, you walk over to him, standing between his slightly parted legs and gripping his shirt, pulling him down to you. Just before you kiss him, you speak into his lips.

“It’s me who was the lucky one. And I have the scars to prove it.”

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