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The new guy

Hello! Well, here you have it, my first Destiel fanfic! I plan to write more, but I wanted this share this one first, as it has been sitting on my computer for around two years. Sorry if it sucks! Also, any type of feedback is appreciated, as I want to improve my writing skills (which are quite rusty hehehe). Finally, if there are any grammatical mistakes or expressions that are a bit off, I apologize, English is not my first language. I hope you like it! :)

It was Dean’s first day at the force after spending six months away undercover to take out a drug ring. He had been dreaming about this day for ages, not being able to have any contact with his family or friends was difficult enough on its own, but to spend the best part of his time stuck with criminals was just plain torture. Besides, he was not big on changes, he liked stability and routines, that’s the main reason why he avoided going undercover unless there was no other option left. He spent all morning carefully choosing his outfit, trying to feel more like himself than he had been these past few months. As he opened the closet, he quickly spotted his favorite shirt: the light blue one that his mother gave him for his birthday three years ago and that made his green eyes pop. He remembered he used to wear a dark blue tie with it, alongside some grey dress pants, so he went ahead and put the outfit together. He took the badge from his bedside table, wearing it like a necklace. After he left the house, he took a quick glance at himself in the mirror as a small smile crept upon his lips: he might still feel like Jason Damien on the inside, but he sure as hell nailed the Dean Winchester look. Perhaps if he cut that ridiculously long sandy blonde mane he was forced to grow out, he would retrieve a little part of himself.

The drive to the precinct was a rather intense one, as all of Dean’s anxiety started to kick in. What if his partners didn’t recognize him? Or what if any of them had had an accident while on duty and they were gone? What if the precinct was different? What if he was different? Dean rushed through the busy streets of New York, almost running a couple of the red lights. After fifteen minutes of car horns, some blasphemies and taking a wrong turn, he arrived at the 99th precinct. He barely even made it to the elevator, which was closing its doors when Dean arrived. Luckily, one of the men inside noticed the panic in his face and held it open for a few seconds. Dean sent him a grateful look and a quick smile and then proceeded to stress over how he was going to react when he finally saw his friends after some long, hard six months. As soon as the doors of the elevator opened, revealing the second floor of the 99th precinct, he was instantly filled with a sense of relief: everything still looked the same. People were going back and forth all over the office, a phone always ringing on the background, some officers taking statements or locking up some crook. In the middle of the office were his colleagues standing in a circle with their backs turned from him. Not quite the welcome he was expecting. He walked towards them, his heart pounding. Once he was close enough, he noticed a man amongst the group, around whom the circle was created. By the quick glance he took, he saw that the unknown man had raven black hair and a tall and well-built frame.

“Hey, guys! Look who’s back!”, shouted Charlie as soon as she saw the sandy blond man. Everyone turned their attention to Dean, who was instantly tackled with hugs and words of relief and happiness. He didn’t even have time to properly process the situation.

“Oh, how stupid of us!” said Charlie while he was still caught in a whirlwind of people. “Let me introduce you to C. J. Novak —He has been transferred from the 96.” Dean was still a bit disoriented due to the overwhelming welcome, but something changed in him when he was met with the blue-eyed man who was leaning on Detective Rogers’ desk, observing the scene with his hands in his pockets. Now that he was closer to him, Dean noticed he had piercing blue eyes, rather chapped lips, a squared jaw and a five o’clock shadow. He was wearing a white buttoned up shirt that hinted at his worked-out body, as well as some black suit pants.

Dean stretched his arm and put his hand out for C. J. to shake. “Dean Winchester”

“So I’ve heard. Pleasure to meet you.” He had a deep voice, which took Dean by surprise. They didn’t break eye contact once while they were shaking hands. He didn’t feel quite right about the new guy, there was something about him that made him uneasy. For the few seconds —that felt like ages— that the handshake lasted, Dean forgot that there were people around them. He was too distracted by the man’s eyes and trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with him. Tension started to build up between the two detectives, the atmosphere notably shifting to a dense and heavy one.

“Winchester, good to have you back!” the tall and broad frame of his boss, Captain Singer, appeared in front of him, forcing him to remove his green eyes from the new guy. The tension evaporated, and Dean found himself releasing the breath he didn’t know he was holding. “If you don’t mind, I would like to see you in my office.”

“See you guys later” Dean took a last glance to the new guy before he followed the older man to his office.

On the way there, he ran into some co-workers who quickly greeted him and congratulated him for the success of his mission. Once they reached their destination, just a few steps away from the elevator, the Captain closed the door and motioned him to sit down on the chair in front of his desk.

“Winchester, it’s a pleasure to have you back on the team. I know how hard it can be to go undercover, but it really pays off: The Lockwood family has been finally sent to jail thanks to your inside information. You are one of our best detectives.”

“Thank you, sir. All I want to do is go back to my regular job and move on.”

“About that” Captain Singer paused, avoiding eye contact. Dean had been working with the older man long enough to know what it meant. “There had been some changes around here while you were gone.”

There it was. Ever since he saw the new guy, he knew that something was off and that he wouldn’t be the only thing new around here.

“A few of your colleagues have been forced to leave the force due to getting hurt while on duty, Detectives Rogers and Joseph. I know you had worked with them on numerous cases, so I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news. I am also sad to inform you that Detective Masters passed away a few weeks after you left. She was trying to stop a mugging and, while she was chasing the criminal, she suffered a heart attack from which she never recovered. I’m only telling you this because I know how close you two were. Sorry, Dean”.

The news hit him hard. The only thing he could do was just to remain silent, his eyes fixed on the carpeted floor of Captain Singer’s office, trying to process all the information. Hearing about Detective Rogers and Joseph was a bitter pill to swallow, but he comforted himself thinking that at least they were alive, but Detective Masters was a different story. She was the first partner he ever had, the one with whom he worked his first case. It was she who showed him the ropes, who taught him how to be a competent detective. Before leaving, Dean had the hardest time saying goodbye to her.

“I’m sorry” said the Captain. “I understand it’s a lot to digest.” Dean nodded his head, attempting to swallow the lump on his throat. He stayed in silence for a few more seconds, trying to compose himself a little bit.

“Thank you for telling me, Captain.” Singer’s features softened.

“Anyway, I won’t hold you any longer, you can go back to work. And Winchester, once again, good job.” He dedicated him a small smile before burying his head in a never-ending-pile of files.

Once Dean got back to his desk, he retrieved that sense of familiarity that got lost during his conversation with the Captain. Everything was exactly how he left it, his pencil holder sitting at the far left corner of his desk, filled mostly with blue pens and a few pencils that were halfway down their size, some paper clips and rubber bands scattered next to it, the picture of him and his brother Sam on their very first trip to New York on the opposite corner and the all-too-familiar folder full of cases neatly stacked at the side. Dean smiled to himself: things were still the same. His smile was quickly turned into a furrow when he saw the blue-eyed man from before plop down on the desk right in front of him.

“You’re not Charlie” Dean thought at loud when he saw his partner, taken aback by the sudden intrusion.

“And you’re not Brad Pitt, but I guess we’ll have to make do” the comment took him by surprise. Now he was a hundred percent convinced he didn’t like the guy. “They promoted Detective Bradbury a few months ago, so they moved her to the third floor.”

“She got promoted? That’s good to hear!”

“Yes, it was big news around here. The celebration party was insane.”

“You threw a party?” Dean asked quietly, a pang of jealousy spreading through his chest. He knew it wasn’t fair to feel upset by that, after all, he was undercover, and he couldn’t reach out to anyone.

“Of course! She has been working hard for years to become a Sargent!” C. J. Novak huffed.

“Exactly how long have you been working here?” Dean asked, unable to keep his anger from showing.

Weeks passed and Dean was now more convinced than ever that the chances of the new guy —he refused to acknowledge that he had been around for more than a few weeks— and him becoming friends were zero to none. Ever since the first day, Dean felt suspicious of him, which lead to becoming surly whenever C. J. was around, which was all the time given that they sat in front of each other. Perhaps some of his negative energy rubbed onto his partner, because, soon enough, Novak started being standoffish. The atmosphere surrounding their desks was almost too heavy for anyone to handle, so they steered away from the negative environment the two men managed to create. That they were practically at daggers dawn took Dean’s friends by surprise, since they knew them both and thought they would have gotten on like a house on fire by now. And every time they asked the sandy blond why he disliked the blue-eyed detective so much, he was at a loss of words. He didn’t know why C. J. got on his nerves so much, all he knew is that he did and that was a good enough reason to not give him the time of the day.

But it all changed once they worked their first case together. Up until that point, they had managed to avoid doing anything together, Dean making the most efforts to dodge the situation. But this time, there was no way out: Captain Singer was tired of the excuses he kept coming out with and gave him the order to work with Detective Novak.

“So, there was no way to talk Captain Singer out of this.” Dean walked to C. J. and threw the file on his desk. He received a long sigh from his partner.

“So, what do we do?”

“I guess we go check the crime scene” replied the green-eyed man with resignation.

Rather hesitantly, they got into a police car and hit the road. C. J. read through the file, since his partner barely gave him time to even see what the case was about at the precinct. The atmosphere in the car was tense, Dean had his jaw clenched and he focused on the road, trying his best to forget that another person was in the car with him.

“So, stabbed through the heart at a dentist office.” C. J. tried to make the air lighter, aiming for small talk. At his partner’s silent response, he went on talking. “No murder weapon and only just one witness, it sure looks interesting. What do you think?”

“I think you should stop talking. Look, I don’t think neither of us is happy with this situation, so let’s get this over with as soon as possible. No small talk, no trying to socialize with each other. I hope this is just a one-time thing, so let’s just stick strictly to business, okay?” C. J. looked at him, frustration clear in his eyes and resumed to sit in silence while gazing out the window.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the dentist office where the crime was committed. Surprisingly enough, the office floor was completely clean, and if it weren’t for the dead body in the middle of the room, it would be impossible to know that someone had been a murdered. The corpse was lying on his back, a stab wound on his chest. Some other officers were already there, taking pictures and examining the crime scene. The witness, a middle-aged woman with short black hair was waiting outside the office, fidgeting with her hands and her gaze fixed on the entrance door.

“Detectives Winchester and Novak, NYPD. Are you Ruby Campbell?”

“Yes, I am.” C. J. took a notepad and a pen out of his jacket to take her testimony, which earned him a dirty look from Dean.

“So, what can you tell us about last night? When did you find the body?” asked the dark-haired detective with his deep voice, which made Dean’s blood boil for whatever reason.

“I’m the receptionist here. I usually help Doctor Jason close, but I had to leave early because it was my daughter’s school play. When I came to work this morning, I saw that his car was still parked, which caught my attention since he was supposed to leave today to visit his family in Detroit. I went to his office and found him dead on the floor.” The woman told her story with tears in her eyes, and her voice broke a couple of times while she was narrating the events.

C. J. wrote everything down on his notepad and comforted the witness, showing tremendous care and tenderness, which became too much for Dean, who excused himself and went to check the body while his partner made further questions.

“What are your thoughts on the crime scene, Detective Winchester?” asked Detective Novak in a serious tone, trying to engage in a professional conversation.

Dean, who tried to ignore the chills he got when he heard his partner’s deep voice address him as ‘Detective Winchester’, angered at the fact that the other man was still willing to have a conversation with him. He gripped the steering wheel even harder, his knuckles turning white.

“The witness can be ruled out, her alibi checks out, I looked at the security cameras.” The blue-eyed man read through his notes, resolved in carrying on with the conversation even if his partner was giving him the cold shoulder. “What we have to do when we arrive at the precinct is to call the victim’s family, they probably are still waiting for him to show up in Detroit.”

“Just shut up!” roared Dean, unable to take the sound of his voice anymore. “This is hard enough; you don’t have to fill the silence with whatever comes to your mind. I don’t give a rat’s ass about your stupid thoughts and theories on the case. I know we have to work this thing together, but I swear to God, if I have to hear another word come out of your mouth, I’m leaving this car.” He took a quick glance at his partner, who had a furrowed brow and his hands turned into fists.

“Stop the car” Detective Novak said quietly.

“What?” asked Dean in disbelief.

“STOP THE DAMN CAR.” Intimidated by his partner reaction, the green-eyed detective pulled up at the side of the road. “We’ve been working this case for less than three hours and you have been nothing but hell on wheels!” yelled C. J., looking directly into his green eyes. “Look, I don’t care if you have been nothing but a dick to me, even if I had been nothing but nice to you ever since you came back; I’m fine with you bossing me around as if I were your fucking assistant, but what I won’t tolerate is you putting my professional integrity on the line. Whether you like it or not, we are working this case together, so swallow your damn pride, because we are talking murder here, Dean, there’s too much at stake. So, stop behaving like a damn child and start acting like the great detective everyone claims you are.”

Dean was speechless. Once he composed himself from the original shock, he got angrier than before. He knew damn well that he was being more than unfair to C. J., and he hated to admit that the other detective was right. So, he shot him a dirty look, which gained him an exasperated sigh from the blue-eyed detective and drove back to the precinct.

Once they arrived at the office, their tension and bad temper spread through the whole room, like a dark cloud blocking the sun rays, letting everyone know that a storm was coming. The always busy and noisy precinct turned silent, as if afraid to set one of them off. Everyone steered clear of the two detectives, who went their separate ways as quickly as possible, sick of the other’s company. Dean went straight to the coffee room, in desperate need of caffeine to get through the rest of the day, while C. J. went to his desk to start with the paperwork. After twenty minutes, Dean had calmed down enough to go back to work. However, as he was about to leave, a furious Charlie approached him, forcing him to stay in the coffee room.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Winchester?!” she yelled, poking his chest with her finger, while Dean was left with his arms up in the air in defense. “I’ve just talked to C. J. and he has told me about how much of an asshole you have been to him. At first, I thought you were being salty about this whole new partner thing, but this has gone way too far. Pull your head out of your ass, apologize to C. J., and work the damn case.” As she spoke, she got up in Dean’s personal space, until he was backed into a wall, her finger never leaving his chest. Charlie could be intimidating when she put her mind to it. She sent him one last threating look and stormed out the room.

As soon as he processed Charlie’s threat, he straightened himself up and returned to his desk. It bothered him to admit that they were both right, he was well aware of being unreasonable and unfair, but he just couldn’t do anything about how he felt about the guy, he still had this weird feeling about him. However, for everyone’s sake, he decided to put his feelings aside and work the damn case. The sooner he ripped the band-aid off, the better.

He set a cup of coffee on Detective Novak’s desk, who looked up from his computer screen and eyed the beverage confused.

“Consider it a peace offering”, said Dean flatly, as he himself started his computer up, hiding behind its screen while peering from the corner of his eye his partner’s reaction. The other detective looked intermittently at him and the cup, still suspicious of the whole affair, until he finally caved in and took a sip of the coffee.

At first, they exchanged short and to-the-point sentences, a lot of formality still surrounding them. But as the case progressed and they were forced to stay late at night, they evolved from being at arm’s length, to getting along, some would even say they even became friendly. It was during those nights that the two of them bonded, which left Dean wondering why he had been so rude towards the other man for such a long time. By the end of the case, they were both as thick as thieves.

“Heya, Angel” Dean greeted the dark-haired man as he set a cup of coffee on his desk, a custom he had adopted since they had buried the hatchet.

“How long are you going to keep calling me that?”

“What, you don’t like it? Would you rather I called you Castiel, the angel of Thursday?” replied amused, a playful grin on his face.

“I knew it was a bad idea to tell you my name” said C. J., obviously fed up with the nickname his colleague had decided to give him. Dean just laughed.

“Anyway, I was just dropping by to bring you your coffee. Charlie found a lead on a case she has been working on for weeks and she asked me to be her back-up, so we’re leaving in a few minutes. Any advice?” asked the sandy blond man while leaning against C. J.’s desk, with no intention at all to leave.

“A few: don’t piss Charlie off, follow her every order and listen to her. Oh, and don’t get shot again, I would hate to lose my drink slave. I forgot how life is like when you have to get coffee for yourself.”

“First of all, I technically didn’t get shot last time, a bullet grazed my arm. But don’t worry, you’re not getting rid of me so easily.” Dean winked at his partner, who started blushing. “Though, getting shot doesn’t sound that bad, I might do it again.” He moved closer to the dark-haired man, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I mean, it was really cute seeing how worried you were and how much you took care of me. Also, I heard scars make you more attractive. Perhaps you should get one yourself, that way you could get laid.”

“You know what, Winchester, blow me” C. J. rolled his eyes, trying to remember why he was still friends with such an idiot.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Blushing, the detective punched him playfully in the arm while Dean just laughed.

“Hey, Winchester! What the hell, man? I’ve been waiting ten minutes for you in the car! Stop flirting with Novak and let’s go!” yelled Charlie from the elevator, anger spilling from her voice.

“Gotta go, duty calls” Dean got up from his partner’s desk, putting a hand on his chest, while looking up, trying to add dramatism to the situation, which gained him a snort from his co-worker.

“I meant what I said earlier, Dean! Be careful!” shouted C. J. as his partner was approaching the elevator and meeting with the redheaded detective. He turned around and blew him a kiss. C. J. just rolled his eyes and went back to his work.

“Asshole” muttered under his breath, while a small smile made its way onto his lips.

“What was all that about, Dean?” asked Charlie once they were on their way to a drugstore, the last place Charlie’s suspect had been seen.

“What do you mean?”

“Do I really need to explain it?” her tone full of exasperation. She was met with the dumbfounded expression of her colleague, forcing her to go on. “The non-stop flirting? The long-lasting eye sex? The heart-eyes you give each other when the other is not looking?”

“Oh, that” Dean suddenly felt shy and awkward. “It’s nothing. You know that I like flirting and C. J.'s so easy to mess with… Besides, I don’t swing that way.” The last comment got a snort from the redhead.

“Yeah, you’re as straight a circle, honey” she muttered under her breath.

“What?”

“Nothing”

“No, I heard you mumbling. What do you have to say?” Dean pressed on.

Charlie remained silent for a few seconds, debating whether she should speak or not.

“Well, this is probably not my place to say and this is something you’re supposed to figure out on your own, but it seems like you need a nudge in the right direction.” She paused, choosing her words carefully in order not to sound rude or patronizing.

“I’m not following” said Dean, confused. His whole body suddenly became tense. He could hear his heart beating in his head.

“Do you remember Lisa?”

“Of course, we dated for three years. But I don’t know what she has to do with any of this.”

“Remember his brother, the one you had a major crush on? Don’t even try to deny it”, she stopped him, seeing Dean was already opening his mouth in defense, “you might have played it off as admiring him for being a firefighter, but man, you couldn’t stop staring at him when he was around, completely ignoring your then girlfriend. You were drooling after him! She even stopped including him in our plans when you were around.”

Dean chewed his bottom lip as he remembered how the aforementioned girlfriend broke up with him, her words engraved in his mind: ‘You have some stuff to figure out, until then, I don’t think you can fully love me.’ He thought she meant something completely different, given that during the last years of their relationship, he was in a dark place and all she wanted was for him to get his shit together.

“And last year’s Christmas party? You probably won’t remember this because you were pretty wasted, but you spent all night flirting with the male bartender, with whom you ended up making out by closing time.”

“I don’t remember that” said the green-eyed detective, his voice small.

“Of course you don’t! You practically drank yourself senseless!” scoffed the redhead. “And now C. J. and your initial so-called hatred for the poor guy. I mean, I spent endless coffee breaks hearing you ramble on and on about him and how much he got into your nerves for doing the littlest of things that no one even noticed. And then you guys declared a truce and began flirting like crazy, getting to a point where everyone tries to avoid you two, because you guys are so chummy, that anyone who is with you two instantly feels like they are third-wheeling.” Dean felt his cheeks burn, as he bowed his head down, looking at his hands, ashamed.

“What are trying to say? That I am gay?” he quietly asked, trying to make sense of what Charlie was throwing his way.

“Well, that’s something you need to figure out,” she said in a much softer tone, “And you know that whatever happens, we’ll always have your back, right?” he just nodded, still trying to process everything, his gaze still fixed on his hands.

After the heart to heart with Charlie, Dean felt more self-conscious around C. J. He toned down his flirting, which got the other man confused, who had already gotten used to his partner’s overly confident, snarky, and teasing remarks. Dean was also more distracted at work, usually messing up various forms and spacing out during coffee breaks or at lunch, not really listening to his partners’ stories of whatever arrest they had made that day. Those subtle changes didn’t go over C. J.’s head, who started worrying if something of a greater scale had happened to his desk partner.

“Hey, Dean-o” greeted C. J., who bumped into him on the coffee room.

“Hey.” Replied the other man softly, not really looking up from his cup of coffee, deep in thought.

“So, how are you?” the dark-haired detective sat down on the chair next to him.

“Fine, I guess.” Dean started playing with the plastic stick, stirring his coffee.

“Is there something bothering you, Dean?” C. J. placed his hand on the other man’s forearm, making him look up from his coffee and directing his green eyes on Novak’s hand placement. “You seem off these days.”

“It’s just that I have recently found something and I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.”

“Well, if there’s anything I can do to help…”

“You have done more than you think.” Dean finally looked him in the eyes and offered him a genuine smile, which gained him another from his partner, easing his worries.

In that moment, Dean realized how hopelessly in love he was with C. J. Novak. He had spent these past few months not only trying to embrace his new-found bisexuality, but also figuring out how he felt about the deep-voiced detective. He initially thought he had a crush and that it would eventually go away, but seeing that he failed to stay away from his partner long enough to get over his stupid infatuation, he realized that it was probably bigger than he had deemed it at first. Still, he was new to all this consciously-flirting-with-guys thing, so he didn’t really know how to express his feelings to him. Besides, there was also the chance that C. J. wasn’t into dudes, so Dean decided that it was better to not act on his feelings and be content with giving him longing looks from behind the computer when the other detective wasn’t looking. It took some more weeks and a lot of soul-searching and awkward family conversations for Dean to finally build up enough courage to go back to their original aggressive flirting, which C. J. received with a smile and a ‘that’s the Winchester I know’. It wasn’t until he eavesdropped on one of C. J.’s phone calls to his sister and he made a passing comment about his previous boyfriend that Dean decided to ask the guy out, as Charlie was so adamant about every time the subject was brought up.

“Morning, sunshine!” like every morning, Dean set the coffee on his partner’s desk while he leaned against it. “Wow, you look like crap.” C. J. had dark circles around his eyes, droopy eyelids, and black strands of hair were sticking out in every direction.

“Gee, thanks Dean, you look stunning as always.” The sandy blond detective was sure that C. J. would’ve rolled his eyes if it weren’t because he was so tired. Instead, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Rough night?”

“Yeah” the blue-eyed detective sighed. “My neighbors recently had a baby, and she spent all night crying her lungs out. I barely got any sleep” as in cue, a yawn made its appearance.

“If you want to hit the sack on the break room, I won’t tell anyone. Maybe I’ll even join you, I’ve been told I make a great big spoon” said Dean proudly, moving closer to his colleague.

“Oh, Winchester, ever the tease. Tell me, do you actually plan on following through with all the propositions you have been making me all these months?” C. J. blurted out, leaving Dean speechless.

This isn’t exactly how he had expected to ask the man out, he was waiting for the perfect moment, like going to a shootout and after almost losing his life, he would return to the precinct and C. J. would run to his arms and probably then Dean would have enough courage to ask him on a date. But then again, in his head they were already married with two children, a dog, and a house in the suburbs. So, this was as good a moment as any.

“I am. In fact, how do you feel about dinner tonight at my place? Not to brag, but Charlie has remarked several times that my cooking skills are out of this world.” He tried to sound nonchalant and suave, but a sudden tremble on his voice and the constant fidgeting with his hands gave him away.

“Wait, are you serious? Are you asking me on a date?” C. J. shot his head up and looked at the sandy blonde man, who quickly glanced at him before returning his gaze to the floor, his head bowed down.

“I mean, if that’s what you want.” A smile appeared on C. J.’s face; any trace of tiredness erased from his features.

“Fucking finally” muttered the blue-eyed man. He took Dean’s red tie in his hand and pulled it, forcing the other man to bend forward, planting a kiss on his lips.

Everything leading up to it happened in slow motion for Dean. A million thoughts were rushing through his mind, when he suddenly felt a strong grip on his tie, and then before he knew it, detective Novak’s lips were on his own. It took him a few seconds to take in what was happening, but when he did, he gave into the kiss. When they pulled away, Dean was left dumbfounded, still not a hundred percent sure that if what just happened was real.

“So, tonight at 7.30?” was all that the green-eyed detective managed to stammer out. The other detective laughed, looking him with tender eyes.

“Yeah, I think I can make it.” They smiled at each other. “What took you so long?”

“I don’t know” replied Dean genuinely, going in for another kiss.

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allthings-fantasy · 5 years

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See You Again - Part Three

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1467

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AuthorsNote: All other parts can be found on my masterlist, LINK IN BIO

You had just stepped out of the shower when you heard your phone ringing. “Shit…” Quickly, you scrunched the ends of your hair a few times before wrapping the fabric around you. Almost slipping on the tile, you grabbed your phone off the counter. “Hello?”

“Hey, sweet thing. What are you doing?” The sound of Jason’s voice instantly brought a smile onto your lips.

Putting the phone on speaker, you set it back down and began drying off your skin. “Actually, just got out of the shower, currently trying to dry off. Why? What are you doing?” Your voice had a teasing tone as you ran the towel across your legs.

He laughed from the other end. “Hmm, does that mean you’re naked right now?”

Your eyes rolled as you shook your head. “Shut up, Jas and get to the point.”

“Well now how can I focus on anything other than you talking to me all naked and wet?” There was a satisfied smirk in his voice, making your cheeks turn a shade darker.

“Jason!”

He groaned and you could hear him moving around. “Fine, I wanted to know if you wanted to go shopping with Addison and I today. Need some groceries and I promised her we could stop by the mall.”

There was no hesitation in your answer. “Of course! I’d love to. But I thought it was her weekend to have Addison?”

You could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “C’mon Y/N. You know know damn well she has no interest in taking care of her daughter. She’s lucky if she has her one week out of the month. Besides, she has her aunt Y/N.”

It made you incredibly angry that Addison’s mother wanted nothing to do with her. She was the sweetest little girl you’ve ever met. Thankfully, Addi looked like Jason and not her mother. It has been three years since Jason became a father. You were the closest thing that poor little girl had to a mother. “I’ll be ready in about a half hour, want me to swing by or are you gonna pick me up?”

“Why don’t you come over here? And bring an overnight bag. It’s Saturday, we can all watch movies tonight and make dinner.” You couldn’t think of a better way to spend your Saturday evening than with the two people you cared for the most.

A bright smile formed onto your lips. “I’ll be there soon.”

Jason only lived a short drive from your house, fifteen minutes at max if you hit all the red lights. Before you even fully unloaded your car, you saw his front door swinging wide open. A small girl with wavy dirty blonde hair came flying across the porch. “Y/N! Y/N!”

Before your foot could even make it up the first step, Addison was hurling herself at you. You caught her with ease, letting out an exaggerated groan as your lifted her onto your hip. “Hi, pretty girl.” You smiled at her and kissed her cheek as she wrapped her little arms around your neck. “Let’s go find daddy okay?”

As soon as you stepped through the door and kicked it close behind you, Addison started yelling. “Daddy! Aunt Y/N is here!” You flinched as she yelled right beside your ear before letting her down. “Daddy!”

Footsteps echoed from the hallway and soon Jason appeared in the doorway. “Chill, little lady I was putting your clothes in the dryer.” He smiled and stepped over to you, slinging an arm around your shoulder, he kissed the top of your head. “Missed you, baby girl.”

You scoffed and pushed at his chest. “You just saw me like two days ago.”

He snickered and grabbed the duffel strap from your shoulder. “I’ll take this upstairs and we’ll get going, alright?”

The ride to the mall didn’t take long. It was filled with you and Addison singing along to whatever Disney CD she was in the mood for. Jason pretended to be annoyed, but you knew he found that song from Mulan just as catchy as you did. The three of you strolled through the stores and picked up a few things for Addi as well as yourselves. Next stop was the grocery store.

“Think you can sit in the cart for a little bit?” You pleaded with the little girl as your arms could no longer take the weight of carrying her. She dramatically rolled her eyes before nodding and slipped her legs into the front carrier. “I promise, I’ll carry you later.” You placed a quick kiss on her temple and pushed the cart. “So what all do you need?”

Jason dug around in this wallet until he found a folded piece of paper nestled inside and sheepishly handed it to you. “A lot.”

Your eyes scanned the various items he needed and nodded your head. “Let’s get started then.”

The cart was overflowing with groceries and you and Jason were currently debating on what type of cereal to buy. With a heavy sigh, you shifted Addison over onto your other hip. “Jason, I am telling you that we do not need to buy four different kinds of cereal, that’s ridiculous!”

You laughed as he tried to balance the difference boxes in his arms. “Addi likes fruit loops, I like Wheaties, you like frosted flakes but if you wake up in the grumpy mood all you want is lucky charms. That’s four different kinds, baby.” Jason smiled and stacked them on top of the ever growing pile.

The smile that was on your lips only grew bigger. “I’ve told you a hundred times there is no need for you to buy food for me.”

Addison squirmed in your arms and she moved her mouth beside your ear. “I like lucky charms too.” Her admittance had you laughing all over again.

Jason looked at you with a question on his face. “She said she likes lucky charms too.”

“Then it’s decided.” He chuckled and walked behind the two of you, placing a kiss on your’s and his daughter’s head.. “Gotta keep my girls fed.”

Dean’s POV

The sinking feeling I felt in the parking lot should’ve been my first indication to turn around and drive right back to the motel. It’s not like this town didn’t have good takeout. But before my brain could catch up with my feet, I was suddenly walking through the main entrance.

The sickening feeling only worsened the more isles that I walked through. That was until I heard it. That laugh, that sweet laugh that my brain would never let me forget. My feet suddenly felt stuck in concrete and my lungs felt as if they could no longer take in air. The chips in my hand crumbled under the force of my hands squeezing into fists.

I knew she was talking to someone else, but the voice I couldn’t recognize. It was a man’s, that much I knew for sure. There was a burning jealousy in my chest the more I heard her laugh. I had no right to be jealous, I should be happy that someone was making her smile again. But it didn’t stop me from wishing it could be me.

Again, my feet had a brain of their own. I pushed the cart towards the isle she was in, the closer I got the tighter my lungs felt. But none of that compared to when I saw her. I could only see half of her face, but there was no doubt in my mind that it was her.

It was when I registered the little girl on her hip that I felt like I actually was going to throw up. The way she cradled the girl to her chest created a whole new type of hurt. The man she was with kissed the tops of their heads and started pushing their cart. She looked up at him and smiled, like she used to look at me, as if he hung the stars.

I knew it was a dick move, but I left the cart of groceries right where it sat. No part of me wanted to risk a closer encounter. Not when she had her family with her. It was a family I would never be a part of.

My nails dug into the palm of my hands as I tried resisting the urge to lay my fist into whatever I could get my hands on. It was only when my skin broke open that I relaxed my fingers. My chest shook as I took in an unsteady breath. I could feel my eyes sting from tearing up, but I wouldn’t let them fall. With a solid punch to the steering wheel, I started Baby back up and pulled out of the parking lot. Take out for dinner it is, even if it is in that damned hotel.

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valiantvigilant · 7 years

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Me? Jealous? As If! (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Hello everyone! Before I do a lil description of this one shot, I would like to apologize for the fact that I didn’t get a chance to post this a few days ago like I wanted to. As I explained in the little updates, I am in 3 AP classes and they are very time consuming. Especially AP Biology. But, I was able to finish this up finally and here it is!

I know an anon requested some more jealous! Dick Grayson, and I had a few ideas which I tried to go with (a lot of them are half finished and such because I didn’t like how they were going) and then I finally came up with this! Enjoy!

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Dick Grayson never thought that he would be the jealous type. Especially when it came to his own brothers.

You had been spending a lot of time with his three younger brothers lately. Jason had asked you to help him with some new designes for improvements on his guns, Tim and you go for coffee quite often, and lastly there’s Damian. Surprisingly enough, Damian was the one Dick was the most jealous of. His youngest brother practically drags you away every time you are at the Manor. You and your boyfriend haven’t seen each other lately, him being busy with his job as a cop and his vigilante work, and you being occupied with his brothers. Being apart from you for so long…well, it was starting to get to him.

On this particular night, he had come home late from patrol, around 3 AM. Usually he was home about 2 and you would be sitting in the living room of your shared apartment, watching Tom and Jerry reruns. However, when he got home you weren’t in the living room. In fact, you weren’t anywhere. Not the kitchen, the bathroom, or the bedroom. Worry filled his gut and he instantly pulled out his phone, dialing your number.

“Hello?” You answered.

“(Y/N)! Thank God! I thought something happened to you! I came home and you weren’t there and I didn’t see a note or anything and is as worried,” Dick rambled as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“I’m perfectly fine, no need to worry. I’m sorry I didn’t leave a note, it must’ve slipped my mind. I’m at the Manor.” Of course you were there. When were you not there? At this moment, hearing that you were all the way out in Gotham broke his heart a little. Dick wanted nothing more than to strip of his uniform and crawl into bed with you. God, he missed you. You both have been so busy lately…he finally was nearing his breaking point. “Dick?” You said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Why are you at the Manor? Did something happen?” He asked you.

“Oh, well, just after you left for the night I recieved a call from Bruce asking if I could take care of Damian. He has the flu and isn’t going on patrol tonight. Alfred can’t watch him because he has to monitor Bruce via the Bat Computer.”

“Oh,”

“I can come home now, I think Bruce should be home soon,”

“No. No, I’ll be over there shortly.” He replied in a some-what snappy manner.

“Is everything okay?” You question skeptically.

“Just peachy (Y/N)!” He stated sarcastically. “Things might be a bit better if I actually got to see my girlfriend if she wasn’t so busy with my brother!” You opened your mouth to reply but he had hung up the phone. Your eyebrows knit together, and you cross your arms over your chest.

“(Y/N)?” Damian croaked from the living room. In his state of sickness, you decided this would be a prime opportunity to introduce him to the wonderful world of Star Wars. You had told him to proceed with the movie when you took the phone call and you were now standing in the middle of the kitchen, clutching your phone.

“I’ll be there in a minute!” You reply. Sighing you think back on the phone call.

“He is jealous,” a voice said from behind you. You didn’t jump, but just turned around, seeing Jason standing there.

“You’re home early,” you state.

“Yeah, I finished a whole 30 minutes early today,” he said, not too excitedly considering it wasn’t too big of a difference. “Still coddling Demon Spawn, huh?”

“Might I remind you, Jaybird, who took care of you when you had the flu as a child. Oh yes. That would be me.” You reply with a smirk. His face flushed and he crossed his arms over his chest, looking to the side. “Looks like Dick isn’t the only one who is jealous.” Jason gritted his teeth at your teasing. You chuckle lightly at his silence. Jason knew you were right, he did miss having you smother him. You were practically the older sister the three of them never had.

“Dick misses you more than I do,” Jason said. “You two haven’t been spending much time together and I believe he is going through (Y/N) withdrawal.”

“I’ve noticed. That phone call wasn’t the cheeriest one I’ve had.” You sigh again and run your fingers through your hair. “I assume Timmy came home with you. The two of you can come watch Star Wars with us if you’d like.”

And that’s how Dick Grayson came home to the Manor to see his three younger brothers, surrounding you as you all watched The Empire Strikes Back. He frowned and felt his heart drop. All he wanted was to spend time with you. To collapse into your arms and bury his face in your hair. To sleep, the two of your tangled up together in the sheets. The jealousy built up inside him and he cleared his throat, catching all four of your attentions. “Hello my love, you’re just in time for The Empire Strikes Back!” You state with a smile.

“(Y/N), can we talk for a minute?” He asks. You nod and stand up, telling them to continue watching without you. Dick and you find your way into another room for some privacy.

“Why are you spending so much time with them?” He demands.

“Your brothers?” You question, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes. You’re always with them. Always. Lately we barely have been able to see each other and during the time we are able, you’re with them.” He rants. You look at him and a light laugh escapes your lips. “Why are you laughing?!”

“I never thought I’d see the day where Dick Grayson is jealous. I mean, I thought so on the phone, but now that I’m seeing it with my own two eyes…I really can’t believe it!”

“W-What?!” He stutters, cheeks starting to fill with color. “Me? Jealous? As if!” His weak attempt at denial only made you laugh harder. He tried to convince you, he really did. He was Dick Grayson. Level headed and calm. He didn’t get jealous.

“Oh my dear, I love you very much,” you say with a smile as you walk towards him. His face was hotter than the sun as you cupped his face in your hands. You leaned forwards and pressed a loving kiss to his lips. He kissed back (quite passionately,) and when you pulled away you smiled again. “If you wanted to spend alone time with me, you can say something you know. I figured you would say something before it went as far as you becoming jealous of your little brothers,” you giggle. He blushed once more and hugged you, pressing your face to his chest so you wouldn’t see his embarrassment.

“I miss spending time with you. And maybe, I was a little jealous,” he said. You looked up and raised a brow at him. “Okay, okay. I was more than a little jealous.”

“So, how’s about we head back to the apartment and spend a little time together, hm?” You murmur in his ear.

“That sounds wonderful.”

“I was going through (Y/N) withdrawal,” he mumbled, kissing your bare neck as the two of you laid in the bed, your limbs intertwined.

“I figured that one out already,” you smirked.

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Well, here it is! This is the one shot I’ve been saying I would post and it’s finally posted! I apologize again for having to put it off till the weekend! I hope you enjoyed!

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pedroscurls · 7 years

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Title: Protect Me (Part 8.)

Character(s): Jason Crouse and Samantha (fictional/original character). Summary: Jason and Samantha go out for drinks and a bit of dancing, but little do they know... Someone is watching. Word Count: 2,931 Author’s Note: This part definitely has tons of sexual tension between the two! But stay tuned! Things are going to get heavy in the upcoming chapters! Also, this GIF fucks me up every time because JDM sure can pull off a damn turtleneck. Like my gahhhd Taglist: @clinicalkayla | @negan--is--god | @thendonteatwaffles | @heartfulloffandoms | @lostxwanderess | @warriorqueen1991 |

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Sam had finished getting ready, looking herself over through the mirror in her bathroom. She bit her lower lip at the sound of a doorbell, making sure that her red lipstick was still intact. Deep down, she wanted to show Jason that there was more to her than the usual knit sweaters and jeans.

“Be there in a sec!” She said loud enough for him to hear.

Sam was wearing a sleeveless, thin spaghetti strapped dress with a low v-cut that tightened around her curves. It stopped at her calves, revealing the slit along her upper thigh and downwards. She finished her outfit with black heels and the only color that she was wearing was the red lipstick.

Oh, she was determined to make Jason squirm.

Walking to the door, she slowly opened it. Sam thought she was able to maintain her composure, but Jason was just as breathtaking. He was wearing a black turtleneck with specks of white scattered on the fabric, a black leather jacket over it and his usual black jeans and boots. His hair was slightly slicked back and he was sporting his black framed glasses.

Sam wanted nothing more than to just throw all her morals out the window and pull him into her apartment for a night filled with good sex.

“Hi…” She said, staring up at him.

Jason stepped into her apartment, pocketing a hand before he turned around to face her. His smile disappeared when he realized just exactly what she was wearing. He wasn’t used to seeing her like this. Her makeup was very simple and natural, the red lipstick contrasted well with her black dress…

God, her black dress.

Jason couldn’t help but let his eyes rake over her. Usually, he didn’t like to stare at women, but he couldn’t help it. She looked stunning.

“You look great,” he finally replied.

His eyes followed her bare arms to her exposed cleavage down to the curves that her tight dress flaunted. Then, he noticed the slit of her dress. His hand itched to graze the soft skin at her thigh down to her calf.

It was going to take a lot in him to keep his hands to himself.

“You do too. Only you can pull off a turtleneck with a leather jacket,” she giggled, grabbing her purse. “Ready to go?”

Jason nodded, motioning for her to exit her apartment first. It gave him another glance of her backside. It felt wrong to look at another woman when he was in a relationship with Alicia, but ever since Sam came into his life, he was thinking more and more about what he truly had with Alicia.

Sam bit her lower lip, locking her door. She could smell his lingering cologne and she wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him so that it could fill her entire senses rather than just a lingering scent in the air.

“I figured we’d take a cab to the bar just in case. I don’t want to put you or myself at risk if you and I have too much to drink,” Jason said.

It was oddly quiet between the two. Usually, they would always have something to talk about, but right now, both seem to be too distracted.

“Thank you. Always thinking ahead,” Sam replied.

“I’ve got to,” he grinned.

Once arriving to the bar, Jason paid the cab driver before extending a hand out for Sam. She instantly took it, watching as he allowed their fingers to lace with one another again. It reminded her of their day out in Chicago.

She kept up with his strides, leaning against him. Jason smiled to himself, leading her inside to the bar. The dance floor was packed with various people and the booths were all taken, so Jason led her to the counter of the bar instead.

“Do you know what you want to get?” Jason whispered in her ear, overpowering the loud music.

Sam shivered, nodding as she looked up at him. They were dangerously close to each other again.

“Rum and coke would be perfect,” she replied, leaning up to whisper.

Jason pulled back, nodding down at her before he turned to the bartender. He ordered a bottle of beer for himself. When the bartender set her drink onto the counter, Sam smiled her thanks and lifted the glass to her lips.

Jason watched her carefully. Her body was absently swaying to the music. Her lips attached itself to the rim of the glass, sipping a good portion of her drink. He watched as she darted her tongue out to lick her plump, red lips and he had to look away before a specific body part of his got too excited.

“Wow, that’s delicious!” She exclaimed.

“I would have never pegged you as a rum and coke kinda girl,” he replied.

Sam winked, “There are more to me than you know, Mr. Crouse.”

He growled down at her. When he took a long swig of his beer, he felt her tug on his arm in the direction of the dance floor. She had taken her glass and downed the rest of her drink like a goddamn pro. Jason was amused.

“Wait, I can’t dance, Sam!” He said, gently tugging on her hand to stop her from walking.

“Oh, come on. Everyone can dance. Live a little. What is there to lose?” When Jason didn’t reply, Sam’s grin broadened, “Exactly. Now, let’s go.”

Jason and Sam were too distracted by each other that they failed to notice that there was someone following them, watching their every move. He sat in the corner of the room, watching as Sam dragged Jason to the dance floor.

Sam faced Jason and smiled, taking both of his hands and gently swaying with him. Jason allowed himself to loosen up a bit, allowing her to take ahold of his hands; it made him feel much better for some odd reason.

Though, when Sam turned her back to him, Jason cleared his throat. He glanced around to the other couples dancing near them and it seemed like the women were grinding their backside against the men. Jason didn’t know how much more he could take if she were to take a small step back to press herself against him.

Sam shut her eyes, raising her arms in the air as she let her hips move side to side. She could feel Jason’s body heat lingering behind her, but she decided to keep a decent amount of space between their bodies.

As the beat of the music began to pick up, Sam looked over her shoulder at him and smiled, taking one of his hands to let it rest on her hip. She bit her lower lip, taking a step back to let her backside graze against his front.

Jason’s quiet gasp of surprise was drowned out by the loud music. His hand gripped at her hip, watching her move against him expertly. He wanted to run his other hand along her side. He wanted to pull her up against him. He wanted to kiss her.

Sam shut her eyes, allowing her hips to move with the beat. She could feel the outline of his manhood through his pants and she allowed a quiet whimper to escape her lips. She couldn’t get attached, especially not to someone who was dating an important figure in Chicago, secret or not.

Jason was still taken.

When the song began to slow down, Sam stood upright before she felt herself being turned around. Her eyes instantly met Jason’s and she bit her lower lip, taking a step forward when his arm wrapped around her waist. He let his free hand hold onto hers, swaying slowly to the music.

“You’re a good dancer,” he whispered.

Sam smiled, resting her free hand onto his chest.

“You are too. And you said you couldn’t dance. Psh,” she teased.

Jason chuckled, looking down at her. When their eyes met once more, he couldn’t help but wonder again what her lips felt like.

Sam licked her lips absently. She was enjoying the close proximity.

“Do you want another drink?” He asked.

Sam nodded, “Definitely.”

Jason led her back to the bar, resting a hand on her lower back to guide her.

The mysterious man watched as the two were becoming very comfortable with one another. He couldn’t help but feel jealousy bubble within him. Sam was his and no other man was supposed to touch her. As much as he wanted to retaliate and hurt Jason, he couldn’t make his presence known. He was going against his restraining order and if either Jason or Sam saw him, he would definitely go back to jail.

And Todd couldn’t risk that because he wouldn’t be able to see Sam anymore.

“Rum and coke?” Jason asked.

“Maybe a tequila this time. The buzz is gone,” she giggled.

Jason smiled, ordering two shots of tequila. They brought their glasses to clink against one another before downing the drink. Sam scrunched up her nose, causing Jason to laugh at the expression on her face.

“Hey, don’t laugh,” she said, playfully hitting his chest.

Jason grinned down at her, “But you looked cute doing it, so am I forgiven?”

Sam narrowed her eyes. “I don’t know. You’ll have to make it up to me.”

“And how do you suppose I do that? I’m already buying your drinks.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, causing her cleavage to become more pronounced. Jason glanced down for a brief second, watching as her arms caused her breasts to push together.

“What’cha staring at?” Sam grinned teasingly.

Jason looked into her eyes, clearing his throat. “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not every day that I dress like this. Besides, I like it when you look at me.”

Sam smiled, ordering another shot and downing it quickly. She welcomed the burn of alcohol, watching him carefully before motioning to the dancefloor. “When you’re ready, meet me back on the dance floor. I love dancing with you, Jason.”

Once Sam was on the dance floor, Jason sighed and ordered another beer. He didn’t know what he was thinking asking her out for drinks because he was sure he was going to go home with a case of blue balls. He certainly didn’t want to go to Alicia’s house. He was afraid he may end up saying the wrong name during sex and he didn’t want that.

He leaned against the counter, watching her from afar. Jason didn’t know why it was so easy to spot her from a crowd of people. His eyes zeroed in on her as her hair swayed with each movement of her body. There was a carefree smile on her lips and he couldn’t help but smile himself.

Now that Todd was gone from her life, she seemed more relaxed.

Downing the rest of his beer, Jason walked to the dance floor and took a chance by wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. He felt her stiffen against him but when she turned her head to look at him, Jason flashed her a reassuring smile.

“It’s just me,” he whispered into her ear. Jason could feel her shiver.

Sam nodded, moving her hips against his own. With each movement of her hips, he felt her backside graze against him repeatedly. She shut her eyes, reveling in the feel of him and how his hips were moving in sync with her own.

God, she was in trouble.

Slowly, she turned around to face him. Her hand cupped his cheek, staring into his eyes as their hips continue to move against one another. Dancing had become a second thought now that they were stuck in the same trance.

“Sam…” He whispered.

She rested her forehead against his, biting her lower lip. Just as she was going to move in for a kiss, Jason pulled away.

“I – I’m so sorry,” she mumbled, walking away from him and the dance floor.

Jason sighed, walking after her. He took her wrist and turned her around to face him. They were outside now and away from the crowd of people and loud music.

“I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry, Jason.”

He shook his head, “Hey. Don’t apologize. It’s fine.”

“It’s not. You’re with someone, okay? What I did back there… It’s unacceptable.”

“You didn’t do anything, Sam.”

“But I was going to!”

Jason sighed, looking down at the pavement. He noticed he was still holding onto her wrist and instead of letting go, he gently pulled her to him. Jason enveloped her in a hug, resting his cheek against the crown of her head as his hand gently ran along her back.

He needed to be honest. He leaned down just for his lips to rest against her ear, whispering quietly.

“I pulled away because you’ve been drinking. I’ve been drinking. If we’re going to kiss, I want it to be when we are both sober.”

Sam pulled back to look up at him.

“Y – You want to kiss me too?”

Jason chuckled, “I may be with Alicia, but there’s something about you, Sam.”

“Phew. I thought this was one-sided.”

“I can assure you it isn’t.”

Jason smiled, kissing her forehead instead. Sam sighed contentedly, shutting her eyes and wrapping her arms around him as well. They hold each other for a few moments, unaware of Todd leaving the bar, but not after witnessing everything that happened.

When he saw Jason kiss her forehead, Todd curled his hands into fists. No one else was supposed to kiss Sam. She was his and no one else’s.

“You wanna head home?” Jason asked.

Sam nodded, “I think so. I’m not really into dancing and drinks like that.”

“Oh? I’d say you have me fooled,” he teased.

Jason extended a hand out for a cab, waiting for it to pull up to the curb. He removed his jacket and placed it around her shoulders. Sam smiled to herself, glancing up at him before she climbed into the cab.

“Well, I do like drinking and I do like dancing, but I don’t know. I kind of like to do that privately…”

Jason arched a brow. “You’re just a bundle of surprises tonight, aren’t you, Sam?”

She giggled and leaned against him once Jason wrapped an arm around her shoulders for more heat. “Believe me… There are more you have yet to find out.”

Jason smiled, “And I can’t wait to find out.”

“If I let you,” she teased.

“Ooh, that’s harsh.”

They laugh quietly, remaining quiet afterwards and allowing the comfortable silence to fill the cab.

“All right. Get some rest,” Jason said, dropping her off at her apartment.

She opened the door and looked over at him, removing his leather jacket and handing it back to him.

“I would ask for you to come in, but we both know I can’t do that.”

“You’re a tease.”

“I know, but I kinda like seeing you squirm,” she laughed quietly.

Jason bit his lower lip and sighed, “I don’t want to lead you on, Sam.”

“Then don’t.”

“It isn’t that simple, you know? I like Alicia, but I like you too.”

Sam sighed. “I’m not going to be the woman you cheat with and I’m certainly not the type of woman who likes to share. Don’t worry, though. I’m not going to make you choose. When you know, you’ll know. I’m not rushing you.”

Jason nodded, keeping his eyes downcast. “Do you know what happens when things get too complicated?”

Sam tightened her jaw and stepped forward to cup his cheek. “Don’t run. Don’t leave. I’m here as a friend first.”

Jason looked up at her, staring into her eyes. He needed to think about what he wanted thoroughly. He needed to weigh the pros and cons with each woman before he could make his decision. He just hoped that it wouldn’t cause him to leave because of how difficult it may be.

“Sam…”

“Nope. You’re promising me. If you leave, I will never forgive you.”

“Okay. I promise,” he replied. “Good night, Sam.”

Jason began walking away before she sighed. She walked to the hallway and took his hand, turning him around. Sam hugged him tightly before kissing his cheek. When she pulled away, there was a slight blush on her cheeks.

“Thank you for tonight, Jason.”

He grinned, “I had fun.”

“I did too. I’ll see you soon?”

Jason nodded, “Of course. Now, go on and get inside. I’ll talk to you later.”

Sam smiled, walking back to her apartment. She peeked her head out to watch him step into the elevator, waving in his direction. She shut her door and sighed contentedly, setting her heels aside in her closet.

Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door. Sam assumed that Jason must have made up his mind.

Opening the door, still clad in her dress, she smiled and began talking without realizing who it was.

“That was really quick, Ja –”

Sam looked up to see Todd, clearing her throat.

“Todd…”

“Hello, beautiful,” he smirked, letting his eyes rake over her attire.

“Please, leave or I will call the cops,” she threatened.

Todd maintained his smirk, stepping forcefully into her apartment and slamming the door shut. He was walking towards her in a threatening manner, his eyes deviating to her breasts before he stared at her.

“Oh, no no no. We’ve got a lot to talk about, darling. Why don’t you go on and take a seat?”

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