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[ladywinchester1967]

Dare You To Move: The Fall Out

Pairings: Doctor Dean Winchester x Grace Drake, Kenneth Drake x Grace Drake, Kenneth x William.

Warnings: Verbal argument, drinking, swearing, loss of virginity (in a flash back, that part is italicized), angst, feels.  

A/N: This is the second part in my series, Dare You To Move, which is inspired by the Switchfoot song of rhe same name. Each chapter has they lyrics at the beginning. Hope you guys enjoy! Unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine. The pictures are NOT mine, I found them on Pinterest and tumblr. 

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Dare You To Move:

What Happens Next?

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I dare you to move

Like today never happened

Today never happened before

Welcome to the fallout

Welcome to resistance

“What I did to YOU?!” Grace yelled as she stood up “You cannot be serious right now.”

“I absolutely can be!” Kenneth shouted “You deliberately did this to me! Going and having your fun like a whore!”

A flash of anger hit her light a bolt of lightning. If he was going for the jugular, so would she.

“And you’re not having your fun with William?!” She screamed

Kenneth’s eyes went wide

“What?!” He spat

“I KNOW Kenneth,” She yelled “I saw you two kissing!”

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Kenneth roared back.

“Oh Jesus Christ Kenneth,” Grace yelled “over a year ago, after the company Christmas party I saw you and William kissing in the alley!”

“That was-no-that wasn’t.” He stammered as he scrambled for an answer and she held up her hand to stop him after she took a deep breath.

“I understand,” she told him softly and she looked up at him “I’m not mad or upset.”

“You aren’t?” Kenneth asked, surprised.

“You love him, don’t you?” She asked

Kenneth didn’t answer right away, he looked away, raked a hand through his hair and then smoothed his hand over his mouth before nodding. She stepped closer to him and hugged him. He returned the hug, with more affection than she had felt from him since before they were married.

“You’ve known all this time and never said anything?” Kenneth asked, pulling back and looking at her.

“What could I have said?” She asked “You two were carrying on and you were obviously happy.”

“You mean,” Kenneth said “you never said anything because you wanted me to be happy?”

She nodded

“That’s what I always wanted for you Kenneth,” she told him “if I can’t make you happy, at least I know William does.” He looked shocked and relieved all at the same time as she went on “William is perfectly lovely, he always has been, but what about his family?”

William had a wife, Sandy, and twin boys, Jack and Bobby.

Kenneth sighed

“As far as I know, she doesn’t know. She wouldn’t be as understanding as you are.” He said and tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. She smiled

“Do they still?” She asked and Kenneth shook his head

“About as often as we do if you want the truth.” Kenneth told her “So, I guess can’t exactly blame you for your indiscretions.”

“Not plural,” she corrected him “just one.”

“Who is he?” Kenneth asked and motioned for her to sit down.

“Do you remember when I told you about my very first boyfriend? Dean?” She asked and he nodded “It’s him.”

“I thought he died in the war.” Kenneth said

“So did I.” She told him and filled him in. For the first time in more than a year, they had an honest and deep conversation, like they used to when they were dating. They talked well into the night, drinking while they were at it.

“What’re we gonna do?” Kenneth asked, downing the last of his drink.

Grace sighed

“We can carry on like we have been,” She told him “no one would know any different.”

“If we get caught?” Kenneth asked

“We’ll cross that bridge when or if we get to it,” she told him “we can both be discreet, obviously.”

“Obviously.” Kenneth echoed

“So, we just go on like we have been.” Grace said and raised her glass to him. Kenneth gave her a smile

“I knew I made a good choice when I married you.” He said.

Two nights later, Grace arrived at Dean’s apartment with a knock at the door. He opened the door, wearing a grin like a child on Christmas morning.

“There’s my girl.” He said happily and let her in.

“Hey handsome.” She greeted him as she crossed the threshold and he shut the door behind her. He then wrapped her in a blistering kiss, his hands all over her back and rear, making her squeal in delight.

“DEAN!” She chastised him as they kissed.

“Mhhh, I missed being able to grab this any time I want.” He smirked and did it again, grabbing a handful of her ass and giving it a firm smack. She laughed as she strolled in front of him and he grabbed her wrist.

“Wait, I have a surprise for you.” He said

“Oh really?” She asked and turned to face him. He nodded, an adorable grin on his face.

“Close your eyes Gracie Lou.” He said. She did and he gently spun her around, his hands on her waist. “Walk forward, I’ve got you.”

She took baby steps forward and placed her hands over her eyes so as not to peek. They walked a few more steps and he said

“Stop,” which she did “okay, now open them.”

She opened her eyes and on the table was a gorgeous bouquet of flowers that made her gasp.

“Dean,” She breathed “oh Dean, they’re beautiful!”

She turned to him and gave him a kiss.

“What’s the occasion?” She asked him, her arms around his neck.

He shrugged

“No occasion,” he said “they made me think of you and I wanted you to have them.”

She gave him another kiss and said

“You are the sweetest man Dean Winchester.”

They climbed up the fire escape to the roof of his apartment building and shared a glass of bourbon and caught each other up on the last few days they’d been a part.

“I have news.” she told him, tightening he blanket he’d brought up with them around her shoulders.

“Oh?” He asked and she nodded “Let me guess, one of those sketches of yours is finally getting out where it belongs?”

“And where’s that?” She asked

“A gallery.” He said with a smile and she laughed.

“No,” she said “though that would be wonderful.”

“Then what is it?” He asked

“Kenneth and I had a long talk the other day,” she told him “he knows. About you and me.”

She filled him in on the details of how Kenneth found out and Dean bit his lip.

“So, now what?” Dean asked reluctantly.

“There’s no “now what?” we carry on.” She told him and he looked puzzled “He knows about you and me and I know about him and William. Nothing changes.”

“He knows and he’s okay with it?” Dean asked and she nodded.

“What’s he going to say? That he can have an affair but I can’t?” She asked “Talk about double standard.”

“You’d be surprised.” Dean said with a roll of his eyes “So, nothing changes at all?”

“No,” she told him “we both agreed to use discretion and that was that.”

Dean sighed

“Well I’m relieved, but what about you?” He asked

“What about me?” She asked him.

“Are YOU okay?” He asked and she nodded

“I am,” She told him “all of our cards are on the table. He’s with William, he’s happy. I’m with you and I’m happy.”

He smiled, cupping her face in his hand.

“I’m glad to hear you say that.” He said and pressed a kiss on her mouth.

“What about you?” She asked him “This can’t be ideal for you.”

“I have what I want,” he said with a shrug “sort of.” She studied his face and he went on “I have you in my life, and that’s all I ever wanted. The other stuff? That can wait or never happen. I don’t care.”

“Dean,” she said, tears filling her eyes “I just-“ She cried “you’re okay with this? Dean I know how jealous you can get.”

“It’s be worse if he was fucking you,” he told her “that I wouldn’t stand for. But he-“ Dean paused and thought out what he was going to say “he’s THAT way, and he’s happy. You said so yourself, and you’re happy with me.”

She nodded

“Very much,” She said “happier than I’ve been in a long time.”

“I am too,” he said with a grin “I can accept this for what it is.” He said.

She kissed him again, placing her hand over his and squeezing it. They sat there for a long time, making out and holding each other. When they came up for air he asked

“Can you get away?”

“When?” She answered

“This weekend,” he said “I’m taking a short vacation up to my family’s cabin. Would you want to come with me?”

“In the woods?!” She asked. She only too well remembered the run down structure he and Sam called a “cabin” when they were teenagers.

He laughed

“It’s come a long way since then,” he told her “my Dad and brother built it up while I was gone. I think it was to keep them distracted.”

“What does it have now?” She asked as she crawled into his lap.

“Well,” He said as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her “there’s a floor,” kiss “walls,” kiss “in door plumbing,” kiss “and a roof, without holes in it.”

“Mh, speaking my language Doctor Winchester.” She said and kissed him “I’ll see if Kenneth can spare me. I’m sure if I leave him pot roast and a chicken pot pie he’ll be okay.”

“Now you’re speaking MY language Gracie Lou.” He said with a groan “Think I can talk you into a chicken pot pie?”

She laughed

“I can be persuaded,” she told him, planting a kiss on him “all you have to do is ask me nicely.”

“Hm,” he said through the kiss “let me get you inside and you’ll see how nicely I can ask.”

His fingers dug into her back as they passionately kissed.

“Do your worst DOCTOR Winchester.” She told him.

“Oh baby, you have NO IDEA what you just asked for.” He said, his eyes alight with mischief.

“Dean, I’m scared.” She told him, shaking in his arms.

“We don’t have to do this,” he told her calmly, his hand running over her shoulder “I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t ready for.”

“I’m ready,” she whispered “and I want to but I’m not going to be any good. I’ve never done this before.”

“I know,” he told her “it isn’t a secret. I can show you if you want. That’s why I’m here.”

“Is it gonna hurt?” She asked him

“A little, from what I’ve been told,” He said

She nodded and unbuttoned her dress, her eyes on him. The fabric fell open and she slid it off her shoulders, then cast it aside. Left in her bra and underwear, she squirmed under his gaze as he bit his lip.

“Say something.” She breathed, covering up her chest with her arms.

“You look beautiful,” he said and took her hands in his “don’t hide from me, I want to see you.”

She sighed and kissed him, slowly and gently.

“Are you okay?” He asked and she nodded.

“I’m nervous,” she told him “what if I don’t make the right noises or something?”

He gave her a sweet smile and said

“I’ve heard the noises you make beautiful,” he told her “you’ll be fine.”

She nodded as they kissed, he trailed a hand down her arm and then to her back where he unhooked her bra. She slid the straps down and put the garment to the side. Bare chested, she pulled him flush against her, his warm skin making contact with hers. He slid his hands up and down her bare back, her smooth skin under his his rough palms felt amazing.

“Dean,” she sighed “I want, I want,”

“What sweetheart?” He asked and pulled back to look at her, his eyes full of concern.

“I want you on top of me.” She told him “Can we do that?”

“We can do whatever you want Gracie Lou.” He said and laid her on her back. She shimmied out of her panties and pitched them to the side. Naked under him, he looked her up and down, a grin on his face.

“You’re so beautiful.” he told her and kissed her hard.

“Dean?” She asked, her hands running down his back.

“Yes?” He asked

“Take your pants off?” She asked him and he nodded. He stood up, did just that and then lowered himself on to his hands and knees above her, his hardened length brushing against her inner thigh. She’s taken it in her hands and mouth, but never inside her. She briefly wondered how he would fit into her.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked her “We can stop, I promise.”

“I’m fine,” she told him, her hands running up his strong arms “I want this with you.”

“I’ll go slow,” he told her “if you don’t like it or it hurts too much tell me okay?”

She nodded and they kissed. He took his erection in one hand and ran it through her wet folds, making her gasp. When he looked up in fear, she said

“That feels good.”

He nodded and did it again, using her juices as a lubricant. She sighed, a tingling sensation in her toes. He pressed the head of his cock into her entrance and he looked up at her.

“Still okay?” He asked and she nodded

“It’s fine,” She panted “can you give me more?”

He nodded and slid a little deeper, making her back arch.

“That-ohhhh-that feels good.” She told him, her grip tightening on his shoulders. They kissed passionately as he slid deeper into her, making her cry out. He stopped and she said

“It’s okay, it just hurts a little.”

“You sure? I can stop.” He said

“No, don’t stop,” She told him “do it quick, like a band aid.”

He nodded and sheathed himself inside her, the pain was sharp, then it dulled. He stilled, waiting for her to adjust to him. They kissed again, her fingers running through his hair, her nails scraping his scalp and he moaned.

“Sweetheart,” He said breathlessly and kissed her again “you okay?”

She nodded

“Move, please.” She begged him

He moved slowly at first, thrusting gently into her as they kissed.

“That-oh my god-that feels so good.” She told him her head throwing back “Oh Dean, that feels so good!”

He captured her lips with his and kissed her hard. Without her realizing it, her hips began to move with his, making him moan.

“I’m sorry!” She said

“No,” he said in her ear “don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Their cries and moans filled each other’s ears as she felt the familiar coil in her lower belly begin to tighten.

“Dean,” she cried out “oh fuck, Dean!”

“Gracie,” he moaned against her neck and kissed it “Gracie I love you.”

She pulled back and looked at him, planting a sweet kiss on his lips.

“I,” She stammered, looking into his eyes “I love you too. Dean, I love you.”

His lips over took hers as they moved together drawing moans and sighs out of both of them.

“You’re so tight,” he said “god, so tight. I don’t know if I can hold on.”

“It’s okay,” she sighed “come for me.”

He gave her a smile and kissed her again.

“I love you, oh FUCK!” He cried out, the rhythm in his hips faltering as he slammed deep into her. She cried out loudly and exploded around him as he emptied into her, grunting. They were both breathing hard as he looked at her.

“You,” he asked, collecting his breath “You okay?”

She nodded

“Better than okay.” She told him with a smile and kissed him again.

When Dean woke up from his memory turned dream, the sun had barely risen, bathing his bedroom in a golden, pinkish light. He laid there for a few minutes, just waking up and then he looked on the other side of the bed. Grace was still asleep, the sheet tangled around her body, her bare shoulders and legs poking out. He felt a slow smile cross his face as he watched her back slow rise and fall with each breath. He slowly rolled to his side, so as not to wake her, and let one fingertip trace over her warm skin. She didn’t even move as he did this, off in her own dream world. This is what he thought and dreamed about when things got too rough during the war. He'd close his eyes and be able to picture her as clear as if she were standing right in front of him. In his dreams, she was there. Smiling, laughing and calling his name in the warm sunshine.

“Dean!” He heard her call as she dove into the lake head first as his brother Sam yelled in encouragement. Dean waited with baited breath until she resurfaced and looked back at him.

“Come on Dean! Don't be a wuss!” she yelled at him

“My sweet Gracie Lou.” He said quietly and kissed her shoulder blade.

Dean lost track of time as he sat at the kitchen table drinking his coffee, running his hands through his hair.

Could he really live like this? Keeping the love of his life a secret?

The life they should’ve lived was long behind them, but could they have that chance again?

“Dean?” He heard a soft voice ask.

He looked up and saw her wearing one of his button down shirts and not much else. Her dark curls fell in her face as he smirked at her.

“Good morning.” He said and opened his arms to her. She crawled into his lap, her bare legs stretching over his.

“Are you okay?” She asked hesitantly.

Her eyes looked up at him, apprehension in her expression. She bit her thumbnail, a nervous habit she’d always had and he brushed her curls out of her eyes. Looking at her in that moment, the sun light showing the different shades of brown and red in her hair, seeing the flecks of green and gold in her big blue eyes, he knew the truth. He couldn’t let her go even if he wanted to. She had his heart, she always had.

He kissed her forehead and held her tightly in his arms.

“I’m fine sweetheart,” he told her as an adorable, heart melting smile crossed his face. “You’re gorgeous, you know?” He asked and a blush rose on her cheeks.

“Stop,” she insisted and she giggled “no I am not.”

He shushed her and kissed her forehead.

“Yes you are.” He said and pulled her into a hug. She returned the gesture and laid her head on his chest.

This was how it was supposed to be, but instead, she was trapped in a marriage with a man she didn’t love and the man she did love, she couldn’t have. Tears sprang into her eyes and she gripped him tighter.

“What’s wrong Gracie Lou?” He asked and pulled back from her.

“Dean,” she said “how long can we keep this going?”

“Forever as far as I’m concerned.” He said

“But don’t you want a wife?” She asked “A family? Someone who is home every night waiting for you?”

He shook his head.

“I want you,” He told her “I made that clear when we started this. I’ll take you anyway I can get you.”

“I want to give you more,” She told Dean “I want to give you what you deserve.”

“Baby,” He said “I don’t deserve anything after the shit I did in the war.”

His eyes went dark and he looked away. He’d told her the things he’d had to do to survive, some were horrific, but his only thought was making it home. He did what he had to do to make that possible. She placed her hand on his face and made her look at him, a sad smile on her face.

“Dean, you survived,” she told him “you made it home.”

“But a lot of guys didn’t,” he told her “I’m going to burn in hell for the things I did to make it home to you.”

There it was, the thing he never said because he knew it would break her heart. She pulled him into her arms and held him tightly.

“You’re here with me now,” she told him “I love you Dean.”

“I love you too Gracie.” He said.

A couple of weeks later, Kenneth and Grace hosted a Christmas party at their house for their friends. Grace, Lula and Sissy had gone all out in decorating the house and preparing a feast for the guests.

“My word,” Kenneth said as he came down the stairs. Candles were lit all around the house, the tree was lit with lights and tinsel “it looks amazing in here.”

“You think so?” Grace asked “Are you sure there isn’t too much tinsel on the tree?”

“No, dear, it’s perfect.” Kenneth said and kissed her temple fondly. She straightened his tie and asked

“Did you put aside the good bourbon?”

“What would I do without you?” Kenneth asked and walked over to their bar. Lula’s husband, Malcolm, was behind the bar and he said

“Already taken care of Mister Kenneth.” With a smile.

“Scare me up a glass would you Malcolm?” Kenneth asked and Malcolm nodded.

Within twenty minutes, the party was in full swing, guests filtering in every few minutes with Grace and Kenneth there to greet them. At long last, Dean showed up in a crisp blue suit, his perfect white smile flashing.

“Doctor Winchester,” Grace greeted him “good to see you as always.”

“Mrs. Drake, looking beautiful as always.” He said and took her hand, kissing the back of it with a wink.

It was all she could do to hold back the laugh she felt coming as she turned her head to Kenneth, touching his hand “Darling?” She asked “Surely you remember Doctor Winchester?”

Kenneth blinked in recognition and smiled

“Of course!” He said and extended his hand to Dean’s and they shook firmly “Thank you for taking such good care of me while I was in the hospital. Grace and I can’t thank you enough.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” Dean said and dropped both Kenneth and Grace’s hand.

“Help yourself,” she told Dean “there’s plenty to eat and drink.”

He gave her a short nod as the door opened again, William and Sandy coming in. William wore a black suit while Sandy wore a cranberry red dress and white gloves.

“William, Sandy.” Grace greeted them, kissing their cheeks and exchanged greetings “get something to eat, there's plenty for everyone.” She pulled Sandy in closely and said “Ask Malcolm for the Grace Special, you’ll love it.”

Sandy grinned wide and headed for then bar, squeezing William's hand as she walked away.

“William, I love this suit on you, it looks amazing!” Grace raved, turning her attention to William.

“Custom made,” William said “fits like a glove.”

“You’ll HAVE to give me the name of your tailor so I can get some of Kenneth’s suits to him.” Grace told him.

“I’ll pass that along,” William said fondly to her “thank you for inviting us, your home looks pretty as a picture.”

“You’re always welcome.” She told William with a squeeze of his arm and pulled him in close “You know where the good bourbon is, see if you can’t scare up a glass for you, Kenneth and Dean.”

With a poignant look her way, William made his way to the bar.

The party went off without a hitch, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, the drinks and the food. Once the gathering wound down and the only guests left were Sandy and William, Dean pulled Grace to the side.

“I’m going back to Kansas for Christmas,” he told her as he tugged her into the kitchen “and I won’t see you before the holiday, so I wanted you to have your present early.”

“Dean, you didn’t have to get me anything!” She said in an urgent whisper

“I WANTED to,” He told her and reached into a cabinet “I saw it and knew you had to have it.”

“How did you?” She asked

“Get it in the house?” He asked “Sissy was more than happy to help me.”

Grace giggled

“Of course she was.” Grace said with a smile. Dean handed her a box that was wrapped in blue and silver paper with a silver bow on it. She smiled and read the tag

Merry Christmas Gracie Lou,

Dean

She smiled and ripped the paper open. Inside was a velvet box, which she opened. Inside was the most beautiful stand of pearls she had ever seen.

“Oh Dean,” she breathed, her eyes brimming with tears “they’re beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as the girl that’s going to wear them,” he said “but close.”

Tears escaped her eyes and she smiled up at him. She kissed him without thinking, holding him close.

“Dean, thank you. They’re perfect.” She told him.

“Merry Christmas my sweet Gracie.” He told her.

“I have something for you too,” she told him and went into a drawer in the kitchen and pulled out a small box with a gold ribbon tied around it. He smiled and opened it, it held a pair of cuff links, faintly engraved in it were the letters G and D intertwined and he smiled when he read it.

“So you’ll always have me close by.” She told him.

“You’re always close by,” he told her and tapped his finger on his heart “right here.”

They shared a grin and another kiss before they heard someone clear their throat. They both turned to see Sandy standing in the kitchen, her eyes and mouth wide.

“Grace,” she breathed

Grace immediately panicked

“Sandy, wait, please!” Grace said and Sandy turned on her heel as Grace ran over to her. Grace was too late, Sandy had already hustled William out of the door and they were gone in nearly the blink of an eye. Kenneth looked stunned as the front door slammed behind them.

“What the hell just happened?” He asked, bewildered.

“Fuck,” Grace swore, her face in her hands “she saw us; me and Dean!”

“Doing?” Kenneth asked and looked from Grace to Dean and back again.

“Kissing!” Grace said as she pulled her head out of her hands, her expression panicked.

“Oh, fuck.” Kenneth said as he and Dean both looked at each other “Well, cat's out of the bag now I guess.”

Grace immediately felt sick and ran up the stairs disappearing into the darkened hallway. Dean could hear her retching in the bathroom and glanced at Kenneth, who nodded. Dean ran up the stairs and found Grace in her bathroom, hunched over the toilet.

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