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Knot In Love - Alpha!Dean x Omega! Reader

A/N: Part ten is back. Again, where it’s a daily thing? I am not tagging anyone new. 3pm is the magical time, usually. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy one of my favorites <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

Series Masterlist

Series Warnings: Forced mating. Knotting. Alpha/Omega dynamics. Witchcraft (more based on real craft than Hollywood). Angst. Etc. Read at your own discretion.

Word Count: Roughly 5,200

Dean sat on the far end. Sam to his right. Jack and you at the other end of the room. Split in half as if you were going to battle. A hell of a dysfunctional family if you'd ever seen one. However, they'd done it. Gotten you into the office for grief counseling after the second victim had been found.

Jack's solemn answer regarding his mother's death was more than enough to draw the counselor in. Sam had jumped in, claiming it was everyone's mother. Ensuring to list you as Dean's mate when he made the introductions. Dean had tugged you and the other newbie to the back of the line. A threatening tone emitting as he insisted that you two didn't speak unless he said. As if you'd follow such an order. You couldn't stay silent if you tried. Your eyes alone spoke for you.

The gaze that looked over you all was unnerving as it traveled over the group. Taking in every detail. You had no doubt that the body language spoke volumes. It was odd being on the receiving end of an empathetic gaze. But, you wouldn't argue. You simply held Jack's hand gripped into yours.

“So...um, how does this usually work?” Sam asked, leaning forward a bit. Tangling his hands together as he talked. Dean rested in the back, as closed off as ever. “You know, with your patients?”

“Usually,” She began slowly, “they just start talking about the person they've just lost.” She had an open smile on her face, waiting for someone to begin.

“Alright,” Dean stepped up mulishly, “Well, mom was great. Now, she's dead.” It all came out in a rush as his hand slapped against the back of the couch. “What's the deal with catharsis?” Your eyes shot to him in disbelief. He'd been cranky. You'd known as much, but the open hostility in the room meant for peace was surprising. He was all hard edges. Then, you understood as his emotions leaked into you. He truly was afraid of talking about his mother.

“I'm sorry?” Her brows slammed together. Her green dress lost all wrinkles as she tensed.

“Uh...” Sam spoke up, trying to draw attention away from the scene Dean was fast on his way to making. “We...we were wondering what it is.” It was the only way to try and salvage the situation his brother had thrown everyone into. “Um, a patient of yours: Gloria Simon.” He got a tiny nod at the name. “She referred us.” His large hand gestured to the group. “She's a family friend.” A silent warning was shot Dean's way.

“I don't talk about my patients,” Came the strong answer, “and Gloria wasn't supposed to talk about me.”

“Sure,” Sam looked properly scolded. “Um, got it.” However, he couldn't drop it. “But, your process-”

“My program is a range of things.” Her tone was high as she redirected. Your eyes trailed over her as she talked. Finding the first warning bells you'd been given from her. She was withholding something. “Talk therapy. Meditation.” Jack sat curious beside you. Almost wanting in nature. “You ever journal?”

“Our dad did.” Sam spoke up, a small chuckle leaving his lips at that. As nervous as she was.

“I do.” You spoke up, drawing eyes your way. “What? It's normal. You don't have to look so surprised.” And they were, so you sighed and continued. Turning towards the Grief counselor. “I started after I lost my parents in a car accident. It was easier to write than to talk.” Dean's eyes locked on your face as you explained. The gaze was enough to draw the attention to him.

“Dean?” It took him a second to re-guard, but he did it right before everyone's eyes. “You journal?”

“Ever since I was a little girl.” Was his cocky response, grin and all. Making you glare a hole through his chest.

An unimpressed grunt was his reply before she continued, “You think this shrink stuff is a load of crap. Am I right?” She was. You knew as much. However, you didn't interfere.

“How'd you guess?”

“Then, why are you here?” His eyes flickered back at you before he spoke. The action so small that you almost thought you were imagining it. Until you realized her eyes followed it. You shrank backwards in your chair. You were willing to talk about everything but the mating.

“Because, uh,” Sam was unnaturally loud as he yanked the attention back to himself. “We all agreed we'd give it a shot. Right?” His eyes turned to you and Jack. You nodded carefully, while Jack was just slightly more firm in his answer. Following Sam's lead in a way that you couldn't. “Right?” He turned to Dean. A fake, brow lifting smile was formed on Dean's face. She saw right through it. “My brother...he's not, uh...” Sam struggled to find the words to explain it. “he's not processing his grief.” You knew it, then. That it was becoming all too real. She hummed out at the accusation.

“Really?” Dean shot out. Taking the bait. “No, I'm,” His hand stabbed his own chest harder than he'd meant to. A short, sarcastic chuckle as he gave his brother a look that said he understood the game that was being played. “No, I'm good, actually.” He looked haunted as he talked. “With death, closure, whole freakin' bottle of Jack.” The Jack was the truth, at least.

“Are you?” Sam turned to Dean accusingly.

“Yeah, because I know that mom is Dead.” He snapped out. Eyes turning that shade of dark that made you uncomfortable. You could feel his anger digging in.

“Dean-” You tried to derail, but it was a failure. The hunt had turned into a shit show.

“And that I know she's not coming back.” He waited for Sam's answer. Ready to pounce. Fight to the death over it.

“Okay,” Sam's voice was soft as he responded. “I hear what you're saying. I just wish...” Your heart broke at that. You knew what he wished. That his mother hadn't taken the leap at Jack's father. That she could come back from the dead. Again.

“You wish that he'd be more open to therapy?” Mia Vallens, you remembered her name. She was smart, but even she couldn't comprehend the depth of the men in front of her.

“Sure,” Sam stated after a pause, deciding against explaining. “Exactly.”

Dean's eyes rolled to the back of his head. His tongue coming out to rest against his lip as he thought about resisting. He didn't have it in him. “Alright,” Dean whipped forward. “This is a safe place, right, Doc?” She opened her arms, before returning both hands to the cup she'd been holding. Gesturing him to let loose. A mistake if you'd ever seen one.

“Not anymore,” You muttered under your breath. Jack's lip twitched ever so slightly. If anyone else had heard you, they didn't show it.

“Okay,” Dean got ready to launch. “My brother's delusional.”

“Dean.” Sam's head rolled as he turned back to him. Jack and you just watched the interaction. You in sadness at what it had come down to between the men. And, Jack? He was learning. Something you wished he didn't have to.

“You said you wanted to give this a shot, right?” Dean challenged. “Here we go.” The eyes went back to Mia. “He won't even admit that mom's dead.” Your heart sank at the lowness of his actions. “Won't even admit it.”

“Stop.” Came Sam's soft command. His eyes growing hard for the first time. You genuinely felt that a brawl was on the horizon.

“Because if he admits it, then it's real.” Dean was on a roll and wasn't going to just end it. No, he let the festering wound seep into the air. Strangling you in the process. “If it's real, then he has to deal with it.” A grin lined his face as he turned to his brother. “And he can't handle that.”

“Guys, I don't think-” Once again you were cut off.

“Right,” Sam bit out. “Because this is so easy for you, huh?” In a way, the truth could be liberating. But, in this case, even though the words were hitting the air, nothing more than weight was being added to each brother's shoulders.

“No,” Dean's teeth gritted. “It's not easy.” Once again, his eyes hit you. Making your stomach twist. He wasn't just talking about his mother with that statement.

“Yeah,” Sam threw out. “But, at least you had a relationship with mom.” There it was. The jealousy rearing its ugly green head. Dean seemed taken aback for the first time. “I mean, who would she always call?” The anger and bitterness saturated every word. “Who did she look to for everything?”

“Okay.” Dean wasn't listening as his brother's finger stabbed through the air. But, you were.

“You had something with her that I never had.” The rawness on Sam's face tore through you. “And, now I'm just supposed to accept that I never will have it?” His eyes were all over the place. Unable to look in one spot as he realized what he'd said.

Silence filled the room as everyone took in the words. The emotions. Sam got to his feet, needing some air. You squeezed Jack's hand, whispering in his ear that you'd be back. Dean's eyes narrowed as you were on Sam's heels. Right out the door.

“Sam,” You called out. You didn't catch up with him until he was gulping down the water to cool off. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I'm fine.” He sounded anything but. “Believe it or not, what was said in there wasn't the worst thing we've said to each other.

“It doesn't make it okay,” Your voice was gentle as your fingers wrapped around his arm. His nostrils flared at the touch.

“You should go back there.” He took a step back. Distancing himself in a hurry. “Your mate is going to tear Jack to shreds.”

“What about you?” Your hand fell back to your side, awkwardly at the rejection.

“I'll be fine,” His eyes looked past you, landing on the sign. Your head turned, looking at it with interest. “Go check on Jack.” His hand clapped your shoulder before he moved away stealthily. Finding his chance to bury everything in his work.

“Oh look,” Dean was screwing the lid back onto his flask when you pressed open the door. “She's back.”

“You can be such an ass.” You huffed out, settling in next to him. “I get the why,” The counselor simply watched the exchange with interest. Jack, however, was gazing at the way you two interacted in confusion. Your words were harsh, but there was softness inside the angry tones. Dean opened his mouth to retaliate. He didn't get anywhere with it. You were on a mission and gave him a look that had him slamming it back shut. “Is it so necessary to make everyone around you hurt as much as you do, you big idiot?” He accepted the way you shoved at his shoulder before curling in against your better judgment. Trying to turn him into the gentle man you'd caught glimpses of.

“Welcome to the show, sweetheart.” He murmured, no longer focusing on his audience.

“It really sucks.” You muttered back. But, again, no heat was held inside of the words. Staring into his eyes. Begging him to see the hurt he was causing inside his own home.

“Problem?” Dean turned to the counselor, realizing that she was shaking her head.

“You just upset your brother so much that he had to leave the room.” She stated calmly. “Before now, your mate chose to comfort you last.” Your body stiffened at that. Eyes turning towards her warily. “And Jack? Look at him.” He shifted awkwardly, refusing to look up. Dean's orders hanging in the air, as he sat alone. You started to move towards him, but were held down. “He's terrified of you.”

“Nah,” Dean's voice gained back the hard edge. “No, we're simpatico. Right, kid?”

“We're simpatico.” Came the flat, simple answer.

“His name is Jack,” You muttered, earning a small pinch to your hip, “and you're lying through your teeth.”

“What was that?” Mia asked. Turning your way. Your grim face turned back to your mate. Unwilling to cause a war, but needing him to see where you stood on the issue. Dean gestured to the both of you before planting one on your lips. You yanked away, giving yourself space. Jack tensed at your response. As if he'd jump between. “Convincing.” He mouthed 'yep' before turning his unimpressed gaze to the ceiling. “You're angry Dean.”

“And?” He asked. As if it would change anything. The response so different from the one he'd given you that she couldn't help the satisfied little smile on her face. He was an open book.

“And if you don't want to do anything about it, that's your business.” She was laying down an ultimatum. You could feel the tension in Dean at that. He hated them. “But, you're aiming it at everyone in your life.” Her eyes on you made him look down at your drawn face. “And her? She's feeling the pain from everyone because of it.” You didn't respond. Simply gazed back at the resolution in them. “You're hurting them all...but, you're hurting her the most.”

He didn't get to respond. The door slammed open as Sam moved in, gun raised. “She's a shape shifter!” Jack jumped behind Sam. Dean yanked you to the place at his back so hard you almost landed on the ground. Raising his own weapon.

“No! No,” She waved her hands in front of her, as she jumped back. Terrified. It coursed through to you.

“I found hair,” Sam threw back. Snarling. “And teeth.” Dean's gun cocked. Not needing anymore. “You must have shed your skin, what, a couple of hours ago?”

“And here I thought she was just being annoying.” Your mate tsked. All too gleeful at the idea of having a kill so soon.

“What's going on?” Jack sounded scared. He had trusted her, you realized. And although you weren't a fan of having your own psyche evaluated, you had trusted her, too. The panic in her eyes held you captive.

“Doc's a monster.” Dean bit out. “She killed her patients.”

“No!” She forced out. “No. No.” You didn't realize you'd stepped forward until Dean's arm was thrown out, trapping you against him. “I am what you say, but I have never killed anyone.” Her words rang true. To your ears, mostly.

“Then, what are you doing here?” Sam demanded, willing to at least let her speak rather than shoot first.

“I'm helping people!” She answered quickly. Eyes turning to you. Begging you to help. “My patients.” Her voice settled as she talked. Looking you in the eyes. No longer the men. It felt safer, you were sure. “I shift into the person that they've lost, so that they can see them one last time.” Your throat tightened as you listened to the words. “So that they can say goodbye.”

“Well, Wes Bailey...Gloria Simon...they're both dead.” Dean stated coldly, causing a shiver to trail down your spine. You jerked in response, but he held tight. “Gloria was killed by her son, or at least someone that looked like him.”

“Three nights ago, Wes was killed by somebody that looked like his dead wife.” Sam added simply.

“So, you want to tell us how you're innocent?” Dean demanded. Prepared to fire.

“Okay, um...” Her fear soaked into you so much that you could no longer feel your mate's emotions. “I have an Alibi, “ She paused to try and get the words out, “for Wes.” She kept her gaze low, trying to look unassuming. To not make them react suddenly. “I volunteer at the women's shelter down town. I was there that night. You can call them.” No one moved. “I know you guys are hunters. But, please,” She begged. “I am telling you the truth.”

“It wasn't her, you morons,” You struggled harder. Trying to break free. Failing. However, Dean did lower his gun in the process.

“We have to check,” Dean grunted in your ear. You were past listening. Jack, however, wasn't. He understood what path the Winchesters had carved.

“Then, check. But, let me go in the meantime.” You spat. When he didn't, your teeth sank in against his arm that was wrapped around your chest. Making him hiss and drop it. You had earned a glare for that one, and he stomped off. But, you were free to move. “Sam...” He shook his head, unwilling to lower it until there was evidence. “I'm sorry about this,” You sent her way. Even Jack was poised, ready to fight with everything he had. “They mean well.” She nodded tensely, moving slow enough to take a steadying drink. You edged closer, only to be pulled back by Jack.

“I'm sorry,” He whispered when your look of betrayal hit him. “But, Dean...”

“I'm not mad at you,” You returned, lowly. Refusing to let him believe you could think anything bad about him. Instead, moving to try to make him understand. “I can feel it, Jack...she's not bad.”

“You feel things in the moment, Y/N.” He returned. Schooled by Dean in a way that made your stomach dip.

“Not always, Jack.” He stared into your eyes. “I knew you were good.” He turned away, then. Not quite able to believe it.

“Alright,” Dean walked back in after half an hour. “Albi checks out.”

Everything was dropped, and her story came out. Piece by piece. An abusive ex was hunting her down: Buddy.

“I need to leave,” You told Dean, as Jack remained with Mia. Wanting to run, as far as you could. And this time? You were willing to. Not for good. You couldn't run from those who needed you so deeply. But, they'd be okay for an hour. Just long enough for you to regroup.

“Y/N-”'

“I can't do this, Dean.” It was everything in you crying out, only for nothing in the end. You went against your instincts time and time again on the hunt. Your system couldn't handle anymore. “I don't need the facts to know. I don't need you holding me down, because I see what you can't. I can't watch Jack repeat after you like a parrot, so that he feels less hated.” Your eyes watered angrily. The bitterness inside boiling to a head. “Do you have any idea how strong everything feels? I have everything you hold inside blasting all of the time.” A wince followed that. “But, not only that, Dean. I feel everyone else's shit, too. My shielding has gone to hell, because I lost all confidence in it the second I felt your presence.” The guilt in his green eyes tore at you. “I have had so much thrown at me, and I took it. But, god, I can only handle so much.” Your eyes begged him to let you go. “I need to breathe, Dean...just for a minute.” Your voice cracked. “Please...just let me go.”

“So go,” His hand trailed over your cheek. “I won't stop you.” What he didn't understand was that he already had with the gentle action. Your eyes closed as you let the contact go through you. Then, Dean's body hit the ground. You didn't have time to react before you were knocked unconscious, yourself.

“I'm not going to kill those people,” An unfamiliar voice stated darkly when you came to. “You are.” Your eyes opened weakly. Trying to focus on the scene in front of you. “You end them, or you die.” The gun aimed at Dean. Who was awake and ready to brawl. You could sense the malice from the shifter. It was dark and greasy. Lingering in the air like a cloak. “Courtesy of Tweedledee's silver bullets.” Dean's eyes stared into yours. Begging you silently to be quiet as he yanked at the restraints again. Jack was beside him, still out cold. You had the overwhelming urge to vomit. Somehow, you repressed it, working your own wrists inside the zip ties. “So, what's it gonna be, princess?” You watched as Mia's arms came up slowly. Instantly, you froze.

“Shoot me,” She stated. Looking so damn resigned that your heart felt as if it was going to stop. She stepped forward, pressing the barrel against her body. “Shoot me!” She'd do it. Without a second thought. Your admiration filled you.

The sound of a car door closing drew everyone's attention to the window. Ending the confrontation. Sam. You could see him coming up the steps in the security camera.

“Look,” Came the evil chuckle. “Baby brother.” Dean's eyes grew more crazed at that.

“No.” Mia cried out. “No!” Chasing him as Buddy aimed the gun at the door. “Stop!” She shoved into him. But, he didn't waiver.

“Like shooting hunters in a barrel.” He hissed out, pushing her back as he waited.

“Sam! No,” Dean yelled out. Unable to stay silent for a second more. All the negative energy from before forgotten as his brother faced death, once again.

“Sam!” You screamed out his name. Hoping the higher pitch would make it further. The gun swinging knocked Dean back out. Then it cocked in your direction. Making you freeze, once again. As you stared at Dean's limp body, you grew brave. Taking on the strength Mia had exhibited moments before. “Do it,” You hissed out, tears snaked down your face as Buddy took your mate's form for a second time. “He'll be back if you gank us...and you'll be dead. Slowly. Painfully. Leaving you in agony for as long as he can...” You were so sure. Your throat bobbed as you faced the barrel, but you didn't turn away. “Stuck in purgatory, with no escape when he finally tires of the game-” A sound punch made your head jerk. A bit of blood trailing down your nose was the end result.

Your mouth was stuffed with a piece of cloth that had come from your flannel shirt before you could continue. He wrapped it tightly around your head, as Jack came to. He wanted to let you watch, as punishment for your smart mouth. You tried to yell when Sam called out for Dean. Nothing worthwhile happened. He was walking in blind.

“Sam!” He called back to the younger Winchester, “We're in here.” Then, he tore off the flesh, once more. A bloody, gore fest that slank to the floor with a plop. Pleased as could be as you sputtered uselessly into the material. Trying to jerk free and shove the cotton from your tongue.

“Stop,” Mia sobbed. She was yanked against his side. Her mouth covered with his hand to muffle her noise. As the door opened slowly, Jack reacted. Finally freeing the pieces of him that he hadn't been able to let out before.

“No,” He yelled deeply. Every protective instinct rising to the surface.

His eyes grew to a shade of honey as the energy sprang out. Surging from him in waves. Mia was thrown to the ground as Buddy was lifted into the air. He was suspended, and in shock, for a few beats before the monster reacted. The bullet went flying. Jack curved it with apparent ease. Not letting Sam come to harm. The shifter hit the wall before Jack grew weak. He ended up passing out momentarily from the expense.

As Buddy rose to his feet, the Winchester was back in control. A bullet straight to the heart. Dean's gun went off in his hand, but no one else was hit. You stared at the panting boy, before wilting. Your body slumping against your mate's in relief.

When your hands were freed, you found yourself at Dean's side. Cradling his head against your body while you waited for him to come to. Jack's head rested against yours as he tried to gain back his strength. Sam helped Mia to her feet, holding her as she cried in relief. It was over.

–

Dean spotted Jack as he walked into the kitchen after you'd gone to bed. The bunker leaving everyone feeling more secure. The boy froze when he realized who it was. Refusing to look his way.

Guilt coursed through him. The shrink, as much as he hated it, was right. Jack was afraid of him. In some ways, it made him feel powerful. In others? It left him feeling like a heel.

He walked to the fridge slowly. Deliberately picking up two bottles in a single hand before he closed it. Dean twisted the top before moving towards the kid- Jack- who looked like he wanted to run.

“Hey,” He finally looked at Dean, knowing confrontation was unavoidable. He looked away just as quickly when the Winchester stalked forward in his predatory gait.

“Hey,” Dean was no better. Needing to look away as he popped the second top. With purpose he moved closer. “You did good today...Jack.” He let his eyes move over the nephilim's body language. Feeling worse by the second. And, it had nothing to do with the steri-strips covering the wound on his cheek. Dean nodded, before walking away. He couldn't bring himself to say more. Missing the small little smile that played on Jack's face as he moved to take his brother the peace offering. When he found Sam in the library, he sighed. His brother sat, feet pulled up as he lost himself in the pages. Looking so much like the little boy that Dean had raised, that he couldn't stand it. He offered the brew over his brother's shoulder. Sam took it warily, and Dean couldn't help but to sigh before clearing his throat. “Look, man...back at, uh, Mia's...” Why is it so hard to get out? He leaned against the table, his own beer still in hand. “I was out of line.” His little brother set aside the peace offering. “I'm sorry for being a...” He tried to find the word, but none were quite strong enough. So, he settled for the next best thing. “A dick lately.”

“Thanks,” Sam still couldn't stand to look at him, directly. Every word he'd thrown out stood between them. His fingers bounced against his leg. He was stewing over each syllable, Dean was sure. “And maybe you're right.” He pushed further back, turning to look at his little brother straight on. “About the kid.” The words felt like acid, despite them being the truth. “I mean, he tries. I'll give him that.” That gave Sam a second thought about the direction of the one sided conversation. “And, he tapped his powers, saved our ass, so that's a win.” He was really trying. If Sam could just give him some kind of confirmation that exposing himself was worth it...

“Yeah, I guess.” It had been the wrong thing to say. He knew it as soon as Sam pushed back, pulling the book up before slamming it on the table. Rubbing his brow in the exhaustion he was feeling.

“What's up?” It was his way of making his brother talk. To let him get his pound of flesh.

Sam didn't answer for a moment. Choosing to stew over where his mind resided. Then, it left him. “What if you're right?” Sam sat up as he threw the invisible punch at his older sibling. “About mom.” It was haunting Sam in the worst way. “What if she is dead, and I'm just in denial?”

Dean stopped for a moment. Trying to choose his words. His own heart falling at the doubt he'd created.

“Don't say that.” He finally stated. Sam's head jerked up at that.

“What?” The younger brother looked both hopeful and broken all at once. “You've been wanting me to admit that since it happened.”

“I know I have, but don't say that.” Dean closed his eyes for a second. Hating the pain he caused in the people he cared the most about. He could still see your pleading eyes behind his lids. Begging to be let go. If only you realized he was trying to in the safest manner. For good. To give you the relief you needed from his world before it destroyed you like it had him. His eyes were red and itchy as he talked. “I need you to keep the faith...for both of us.” He looked at his brother. Finally putting it out there. “Cause right now, I...I don't believe in a damn thing.” The admission hurt. He had to turn away from his brother's concerned eyes. “So, keep the faith, Sammy...please.” At his brother's sympathetic gaze, he took another swallow. Excusing himself to leave for bed. His beer resting on the table, forgotten.

He told himself to go to his room. To be alone. Instead, he crawled into your bed.

“Hey,” You breathed out, blinking awake at the dip of the mattress. “You okay?”

“No,” His voice broke as he laid beside you. Not touching. Simply needing the proximity. “No, I'm not okay.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” You sat up, looking down at him in concern. It was hard in the dark, but you could make out enough of the details.

“If it's just the same, sweetheart, I'd just like to lay here.” It was a simple request. “I won't touch you, anymore.” The deep crack made you wither. He'd noticed your withdrawal more than you'd hoped for. “I won't talk. I just need...” He couldn't say it. And you didn't ask him to.

“Okay, Dean,” You whispered, quietly. “Is...is it okay if I touch you?” His tear filled eyes met yours as a single drop fell down his cheek, disappearing in the shadows. When the nod came, it sent another down a similar path. “Okay,” You moved in closer, pressing your lips against his forehead. A light press against his lips in comfort followed before you curled into his side. Pulling his head against you. “I've got you.” Your fingers ran through his hair gently, as he tried not to give in to his urge to grip against you. When he finally did, you didn't acknowledge it. Afraid that he'd retreat if you did.

After he drifted off, you kept up the actions. Staring at the wall on the other side of the room. Wondering if either of you would ever have the strength needed to actually make the cut...

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daddysfangirls-marvel · 5 years

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A thousand years of Happiness

Warning: fluff, language, and more fluff, just pure fluff

Summary: Five years later everything is better and everyone is happy. Steve goes over a few memories and congratulates Bucky on doing what he said he was going to do for 70 years straight. They are happy.

70 years of grief

70 years of pain

70 years alone

70 years to happiness

A Thousand Years of Happiness

They went to therapy as they said they would together and apart they talked about their issues. (Y/n) talked about her abandonment and anger issues as well as her resentment towards others and their happiness. Steve talked about his commitment issues, attachment issues, and how he believes everyone wanted him to act a certain way and this way caused him trouble with important people in his life.

(Y/n) learned she didn’t need to forgive Steve she just needed to understand where he was in those moments and not surround herself by hate any longer. She couldn’t let that control her life any longer. Steve learned that he could not and should not expect (y/n) to forgive him what he did to her was wrong and she was at a very low point in her life when all this occurred. Also, he should not keep everything bottled up he tends to release it in irresponsible and reckless behavior.

Together and apart they were making progress with themselves. A year later they were becoming Happy.

“Are you ready?” Steve said as he smoothed out his suit for the third time. His emotions were all over the place right now but on the surface, he was okay and good to go he was totally okay and ready for this mission. He looked determined.

“Yeah, let’s do this” (Y/n) said picking up her decorated secret weapon of choice and taking Steve’s arm. As the doors opened music began to play as they walked down the path all eyes were on them as they walked down the path. Bucky was at the end of this path looking like he was very determined but also holding on to his emotions barely. When they reached the end the music stopped. Steve took his place behind Bucky and (y/n) handed decorated secret weapon to Tony who was standing behind her.

“Welcome friends and family. “ and cue the waterworks. As soon as Thor said those words Both Steve and Bucky burst into tears. Reaching over the bride Tony passed two handkerchiefs to Bucky and Steve. (Y/n) giggled a bit as she helped her groom wipe his tears trying to hold back her own. Sam got Steve to pull himself together enough and they left Thor to continue.

“We have gathered here today under the sight of..well me, and those that are loved and cared for, To witness and celebrate these two beautiful people come together starting a new chapter in life as Husband and Wife.” And more tears. (Y/n) waited until after the kiss to burst into tears

“She an assassin. He’s an assassin. She has knives. He has guns. These two are like the deadliest match made in heaven. Seriously I met them both behind glass windows for my safety and I didn’t feel safe. And Now as her best friend and his third greatest rival, second being Sam Wilson and First being Metal detectors, Standing her today I .....still don’t feel safe. He has a Glock on his ankle. She has knives in her bouquet. I’m not kidding.” Everyone laughed and to support his claim she pulled out three knives from her Bouquet. Some people stopped laughing others laughed harder. “Seriously when he dips under that dress he’s going to come back with a garter and 9 millimeter Smith & Wesson. But even as dangerous and unstable both of you are you deserved Happiness and You’ve finally found it. To you and your future super soldier babies, I say cheers.”

Everyone clapped as and took sips of their glass as Tony stepped down bowing dramatically and giving Steve a high five on the way.

“ Hello, Hello. I’m Steve. but you guys probably knew that already. Today my brother and sister got married, that sounds weird. Um... today two people I love and care for deeply have found love in each other and have promised themselves to each other forever. Four times, Bucky told be Four times he was going to marry my sister. The first time-

Bucky and Steve had met a few days prior. Bucky had Saved Steve from a beating and the two had become fast friends. “Come on let's go. I want to show you something” Bucky said as he dragged Steve along. He had stolen Steve from his home in the early morning with the promise of showing him something cool and pretty. Suddenly Bucky ducks down behind a car and pulls Steve with him. as he looks around the corner he waves Steve over. “ Look, see that girl in the blue dress,” he says nodding his head towards two girls one in a pink dress and another in a blue dress that was very familiar to Steve.

“What about her?” he was curious to hear what he had to say about the blue dress girl.

“isn’t she the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen. She’s gorgeous. I’m going to marry that girl”

“ That’s my sister”

“Yeah in the first week we met at the age of 8 he confessed to being in love with my little sister. Way To start a relationship. And me being the smart ass-osicate that I am” Steve sends a wink to Clint And Lauren who brought their children “I introduce him and his sentence to her was “ I’m JUcky” he couldn’t pick between James and Bucky. She called him Jucky for two weeks before his mother corrected her. The next time he told me that he was going to marry her was at Prom-

Steve was sitting on the curve in the parking lot holding a towel up to his bleeding nose. He had just got kicked out of his senior Prom for fighting. The guys were talking mess about his sister he told them to stop and knock it off they didn’t and a fight began. The guys who beat him up were still inside dancing the night away while he was bleeding outside.

“Sorry I ruined your night. I know you were trying to make it special for her.”

“Don’t worry about it, okay?” Bucky said as he rubbed Steve’s back.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get your dance.”

“It doesn’t matter Steve. Because I’m going to marry that girl and after we’ll have a million dances”

As if on cue (y/n) came out screaming at the top of her lunges cursing everybody.

“Are you sure?”

“he said he was sure. I mean She was screaming at the top of her lunges like a banshie but he looked at her like an angel fallen from heaven. She looked like something that crawled up from hell in a dress” Everyone began to laugh while (y/n) dunked her head embarrassed Bucky kissed her hairline and brought her back up. “ The third time he said it we were camped out in Germany as soldiers. And he didn’t just tell me he told everyone who would hear. And showed them all a picture of his future wife.”

The soldiers were sharing stories and photos of their families and loved ones. Bucky was eager to tell his story when it was his turn. Steve just rolled his eyes as he watched his friend bounce in his seat.

“Alright Barnes, you’re practically vibrating over there. Tell us about yours.”

“ (Y/n), (y/n) Rogers,” Bucky said as he passed around a picture of her.

“My sister” Steve as he passed around a different picture of her.

“Isn’t she beautiful? she’s at home waiting for us. She’s.. the one who keeps pushing me. If it wasn’t for her I would have kicked the bucket already.”

“What am I a bug?” Steve said throwing up his arm very offended but Bucky ignores him.

“She’s the love of my life. I can’t imagine living life without her and I don’t want to. And When we get back I’m going to marry her.”

“Are you asking me or tell me?”

“So yeah everyone knew who Bucky’s future wife was before she herself knew. Like even the German Prisoners we caught he showed them pictures of her too. I think that was Torture for them listening to him go on and on about her for hours and days. They were annoyed so much they became allies to get away from him.” Now it was Bucky’s turn to be embarrassed and Sam was eating it up as Bucky dipped his head into his wife’s neck hiding.

“And the last time he said he was going to marry her I was done for nearly 70 years he’s been talking about this girl and how he was going to marry and make his wife yet he hadn’t even asked. I was kind of over it at that time.”

“ Reaper, Reaper, That's what people call me. Why? 'Cause they all die. When I sing, I end their lives. You act as though payback makes you a nobleman. Is that a fact? Well, you're a goddamn philistine! “

(Y/n) was sing and skipping through the compound looking for her target. Even though it was really creepy and scary the singing was doing good as it was making the agents run away from her and towards the others who would rather be knocked out and captured by them then killed brutally by her.

“(y/n), honey, but that song is extremely creepy can you turn off your mic.

“Don’t you dare darling. You sing your heart about baby girl.” Bucky said scoffing at Tony

“Requiem aeternum, reaper has come, sinner.

Thigh-high socks are my absolute territory, Go on and drool, the Otaku can not resist. You think the fire in your eyes makes you a tiger in disguise? Dream on, you goddamn pussy! “ she began to sing louder

“Friday Please mute (Y/n)”

“Reaper, reaper, That's what people call me. -”

“Thank you.”

“For shame on you Tony for shame.”

“Shut up Barnes. You can make her sing when we get back to the compound” Tony teased the others laughed as Steve then turned off his own mic as he did not want to hear them talking about his sister like that. Bucky, who was standing next to him, followed suit turning his off as well.

“I like her singing”

“It is creepy, Bucky.”

“She sings other things as well. She has a very beautiful voice”

“I know. You forget she uses to sing me to sleep when I was sick. Sunshine was my favorite song.” Steve smiled at the memory.

“Sunshine?” Sam question as he stepped out of a lab and started to walk next to them.

“You are my sunshine. My only sunshine You make me happy-you know that song.”

“I don’t know why but I can’t imagine her sing that song.” As if on cue (y/n) came skipping down the hall she was in her usual gear a black bulletproof dress that stopped at her knees. A small amount of blood was splashed on her face and her shoes left an imprint of blood in her steps. In one hand she had her dagger and the other her danger. She smiled and waved with her dagger as she skipped along still singing.

“Requiem eternal, Bullets right through the sternum, Lullaby to hell bane, Reaper's got your name.

Margaret is Greek you geek, It means a pearl, I'm a pure girl. Boys cannot crack this oyster shell, So go on, whip around that sword like you're the best, It's such a bore, Another hero? Oh please”

They all waited until her singing faded away before speaking again. It was Bucky who spoke first and his words shocked Sam but made Steve roll his eyes.

“I’m going to marry that girl”

“Are you sure?” Sams asked looking concerned but also amused “ That seems a bit dangerous”.

“I don’t care I’m going to marry her. I’m going to make her my wife.”

“JUST DO IT ALREADY” Steve shouts startling both Bucky and Sam “ You’ve been talking about this for nearly 70 years just do it already. I’m tired of hearing about it but never see it. Don’t get my hopes up pop the fucking question.” Steve walked away mumbling about how slow Bucky was and he probably has to wait another 50 years. Sam and Bucky just looked at each other.

“After that, he came home and finally asked her. I guess what I’m trying to say is I’ve watched you guys love each other for a hundred years. I’ve watched Bucky promise himself to you and only you for a hundred years. The years have not been kind to any of you. You’ve both changed dramatically, you both grew, you lived through time. But the thing that stayed constant with you two was your love for each other. You two have loved each other for a hundred years. And now I asked everyone to raise their glasses for another hundred years of pure love for these two”

“AND THEIR BABIES” Tony shouted everyone laughed Steve smiled

“And their future children.”

Everyone cheered as their glasses clinked and they drank. (Y/n) and Bucky smiles sharing a gentle kiss. He was right the only constant in her life so far was her love for Bucky. And Bucky always had her name at the back of his mind and his love for her on the tip of his tongue even when he couldn’t remember her. In their hundred years, happiness had not been a constant, with the way they were living it was a privilege they were not allowed to have. But now the darkness was fading away and bringing forth the light they were ready for it and they were going to protect it.

No more hate, No more pain, no more grief, no more abandonment, Just pure happiness and nothing more. This is what she always wanted and she finally got it.

It wasn’t perfect but it was hers.

The End

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