Warning: long, crosses over with A Million Little Things and holds spoilers for its fall finale of AMLT!!! It was so moving I had to write this.
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It had been such a long day. One long, emotional day. PJ, Barbara Morgan's son, just found out everything he thought to be true wasn't. He grew up believing Mitch was his father. However the older he got, the more it made less sense. He acted nothing like Mitch, didn't have anything in common. How could he be? Then he thought it was Jon. He saw many similarities between them. Depression being one of them. When he found out the sweater hair was a 98% match, he felt whole. Then he found out the sweater wasn't Jons it was his late best friend's. After that PJ was planning on killing himself. Thankfully Rome stopped him. Convenient him there's more to the world, more to live for, that family isn't just the people you share DNA with, it's the people who take you in and stay with you through it all.
Before that Maggie said Gary was planning on proposing. Something she didn't want. She thought it would complicate things. Then Kathrine and Eddie wanted to legally have Delilah put Eddies name on Charlie birth certificate. Delilah was refusing to sense she was afraid of how her children; Danny and Sophie, would react to the news of her having an affair with her late husbands best friend and Charlie's father was Eddie not Jon.
How did you get involved with this strange group? Jon. Jon took you in at nineteen. You were on the streets, no place to stay. When one day you tried to steal his wallet. He caught you doing so. He felt bad for you and brought you to his and Delilahs house. Twelve years later you still lived in Boston and had you're own house. Jon help you get a good deal on it. He was the best man you knew. When he died it broke you. Everything seemed upside down. All the secrets that people hind came out.
However once a month Dean Winchester would come down for the weekend, were you'd both rant about current events. Deans was far worse then yours, for obvious reasons. You both met when there was a ghost at Jon's office. You were being attacked when Dean saved you. As a thank you you bought him and Sam dinner. You wanted to do more but both reassured you it was enough. That night you and Dean got to know each other rather well. You both had quite a few things in common. So, when he wanted to talk to someone he'd go to you.
And today you desperately needed to rant. At this point it felt like you were going to explode. So you called him after what happen with PJ. He said he'd be there within three hours as he was still tying up a few lose ends with a case in New Hampshire. He also said he'd pick up some food on the way. You felt grateful to have someone in your life like Dean. He was an amazing person.
While waiting for his arrival you clean up a little and curled up in a ball on the couch. Soon sleep took over. Something you definitely needed. You woke up to the sound of Dean knocking at your door, pizza in one hand.
"You're knight in shining armor has arrived!" He exclaimed. His words made you smile. You moved over, opening the the door even more for him.
While you ate you told him the events of the day. He listen and told you his opinions. He'd even crack a few jokes in order to lighten the mood. By the time you finished Dean went over to your indoor bar and started making you both drinks.
"Alright, look. I don't know these people like you do. They're your friends, your family. Every family as their issues, that's just how it is. You got to take the good with the bad. But you also have to figure out how to express your feelings to them. You keep this in and it will break you. Trust me I know" he said. You thought over his words. It's true. If you didn't start speaking up you'd just fall farther down.
As you went to speak a crash was heard in the garage. You both tensed as another one was heard. Dean jumped over the bar counter, knife in hand. You grabbed your baseball bat.
More and more noises came from the garage, this time it sounded more something slamming into another object. Dean moved ahead of you and slowly opening the door. Your grip on the bat tighten as your heartbeat quickened.
The sight before your eyes was not what you expected. It was Sophie, the girl you consider to be your little sister. The girl who you helped raised, standing beside your car, with her own bat in hand.
"I trusted you! How could you keep that from me!? How could you not tell me about Mom and Eddie!? The truth about Charlie!? How could keep it all away from me!?" She screamed. Tears streaming down her face. Seems Delilah told her and Danny the truth. Though it was what you wanted her to do, you weren't expecting her to tell them about how you knew. You wished she hadn't. At least then Sophie could have someone to go to.
Dean set the knife down on the ground, before he went to stop her. You, however stopped him. You show the emotions spread across her face. Betrayal, hurt, anger, and sadness.
Dean couldn't help but look at you in disbelief. She was destroying your car and you were just going to let her. If Sam did that to Baby he'd get his butt kicked.
"You were my sister" she breathed out. It was just barely above a whisper. Were. That one word brought tears to your eyes. It meant she no longer trusted you. Not that you blamed her. She had every right to be mad at you.
She looked at you with such pain. It broke you. She shouldn't have to deal with this.
"I trusted you!"
With that she slammed the bat into the windshield. However now Dean couldn't stand by anymore. This time you didn't try to stop him. You were barely even paying attention anymore.
"Hey, hey! Smashy! It's not her fault alright. It wasn't her place to tell you. It wasn't her secret. You blame her for something your mom and uncle did. It wasn't her fault" he said. At first she just looked at him, shaking her head. He notice her entire body was shaking at this point. He couldn't imagine how she felt. He carefully placed a hand on her shoulder, moving her over to you.
"I'm sorry" you whispered.
Sophie looked at you. She saw how hurt you were.....because of her. She knew it wasn't your fault. But after confronting Eddie, she found out you knew all along. The person she was closest to. And you didn't say a thing to her. She knew you wanted to tell her, but Dean was right. It wasn't your place.
"I'm sorry, too" she cried, before hugging you with so much force and thought you might fall over. She was so emotionally broken, you needed to be there for her.
"How about you come inside with Dean and I, and watch Scooby-Doo like when you were little. I'll grab the ice cream and if you want tomorrow I'll take you to the gym we're you can hit a punching bag. Okay?"
"Okay"
That night you and Dean were there for the teen. She needed you both at the moment. Dean made sure she was going to be okay. When she fell asleep he put a blanket over her. He stayed for a few days. Being there for the both of you. She grow to enjoy his company. Even told him a few stories about Jon.
When it was time for him to leave you hugged him goodbye and whispered:
