Fic: A Fragile Heart.

Jul 30, 2010 00:06


hey! *waves*

So, once again answering prompts, but this story has been rolling around in my head for a little while now and the prompt has simply encouraged me to write it. It is a multichaptered fic, I have no idea how any chapters i'm going to have to write to get it out of my system, but i will write it until it is written to death! lol Also! I'm not promising any time frame on when and where i will post it, because that's not how i work. I'll post it when i have time, Real Life takes precedence over this, i hope everyone understands!

Also, one of my good friends has proof read this for me, but i would appriciate it if any glaring errors are pointed out!

So, without further ado, here goes!

Title: A Fragile Heart
Author:  clevercookie10 
Rating: Um, R to be safe.
Genre: AU
Warnings: As always, this will end up Jensen/Danneel if you don't like it, don't read it then bitch at me, okay? Also, it'll deal with hospital themes, there will be mentions of a car accident, life saving surgury/situations which people may feel uncomfortable with. If this is the case, i can post two versions of the chapter(s) concerned (one with the uncomfortable bits and one without) and post both.
Disclaimer: These people are not owned by me, i am in no way connected with them, i just love their work and admire them as people. I'm just borrowing identities and using them for the charcters in this story. Which, you know is fiction, the events/charactes portrayed in this is in no way real.
Summary: Danneel Harris is a high flying event organiser with a gorgeous son and a glittering career. Jensen Ackles is a Physical Therapist, and the only single left in his group of friends. When disaster strikes one night, its like a blast from the past for Jensen and he struggles to stop Danneel from experiencing the same pain that almost wrecked him.

“I don’t care! The event is tonight and we ordered seven hundred beige table cloths with gold embroidery, not five hundred white table cloths white embroidery. You have three hours to fix it or I void the contract.” Danneel snapped her cell closed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She was already working over time, her holiday having started sometime earlier the week, but this was the biggest event that her company had managed to secure and it was all hands on deck; even Danneel’s boss had been helping out when he could.
A massive Television network had organised a dinner - well, commissioned Danneel’s company to organise a dinner - for all of their stars as a season wind-down kind of thing. There was music and musicians, singers and dancers, dinner and a massive bar and dance floor all organised for this evening. Huge metal sculptures of each of the shows was going to be positioned around the room. It was on a hotel property, but the gardens which the ballroom looked onto were now completely unrecognisable; four massive gazebos had been constructed - one for the bar, one for the dance floor and two adjoining gazebos for the main entertainment where many of the music industry’s biggest stars would be taking to the stage.

The large indoor ballroom had been transformed into an elegant dining room, the drapes had been changed, carpets laid the seating arrangements carefully planned so that no-one who didn’t associate with each other were near each other. The TV shows within the network were each given tables which were sorted by genre and timeslot. Everything was going to plan, with the exception of tablecloths.

“Okay.” Danneel snapped into her headset. “Who made the call for the tablecloths?” When nothing came back Danneel sighed again and looked at the massive pile of Egyptian cotton which should have been adorning the tables that evening, had the order been processed correctly. “Just own up to it and get your ass over here. Now.” Danneel glared around the room before folding her arms; her cell clutched tightly in one hand while her folder was pressed tightly against her chest. She tapped her foot impatiently, the hem of her dress pants tickling along the bridge of her foot as she did so.

Danneel’s blazer had been set down somewhere and if she was asked where it was, she wouldn’t have been able to answer. Her fuchsia blouse only had a few creases in it, something which Danneel was proud of, and still had no stains; another feat considering Danneel had had already consumed at least four coffees and two lattes that day. Not to mention that the blouse was still tucked into her high waisted trousers. If anyone had saw Danneel when she left the house that morning in her perfectly tailored suit, her light brown hair curled and her make up perfectly applied, they would never have believed it was her. Danneel always looked well dressed and put together, but she never really wore a suit. She was much more comfortable in dresses or smart jeans when she was working, but the company had insisted on very smart attire.

Danneel arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow when a blonde walked over to her. “Katie, you are kidding me right?” she said, exasperated. “You never screw up an order. I’m disappointed.”

“I know, Ms. Harris…Danni, I’m sorry. I’ll fix it.” Katie looked up at Danneel sheepishly, refusing to meet Danneel’s gaze.

“I’ve called the company, they’ll send more. If they don’t there’s the beige table cloths with the gold runners we can use in the store room back at the office. We had about 1000 of them ordered and we never got the chance to use them, so there should be enough. If the company doesn’t show up within two hours, send someone to get them.” Danneel tried not to frown at the intern who nodded quickly. “You know, Katie, if there’s something you need to talk about, my door is always open.” She gave the blond a small smile and patted her on the arm. “Please make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

“It won’t! I swear to God it won’t!” Katie rushed, relief filling her voice. “I’ll personally go and get those things from the store room if the company doesn’t show up with the order.” She smiled brightly at Danneel who grinned back.

“Good, we have seven hours until this thing goes down, plenty time for the finishing touches.” Danneel’s bright smile faded into a look of horror when a loud crash resounded behind her. “It’s Chad, isn’t it?” Danneel asked without turning round, looking wide eyed at Katie who nodded slowly. With a sigh, Danneel turned around in time to see one of the other interns, a blonde scrawny guy, standing at the top of a ladder and looking down at the shattered chandelier.

“Sorry!” He called from his place up the ladders, fear etched on his face as Mike glared up at him from his place at the bottom of the ladder where he was covered in shards of glass and Chrystal.

“Not yet your not!” Mike yelled and Danneel took off at a run, her heels hitting the areas of marble flooring which the carpets did not cover, heading towards her Interior Design Guru Mike Rosenbuam and the intern.

“Mike, calm down.” Danneel breathed a little harshly when she reached them and pressed a hand against Mike’s chest, easing him away from the ladder.

“Calm down?! Those chandeliers were flown in from France! France. You know, the tour d’Eiffel! L’escargot! Gay Paris! France, Danneel!” Mike was all flamboyant hand gestures and French accents as his face turned a rather brilliant colour of red, almost the colour of his scarf, but not quite.

Danneel rolled her eyes heavenward and caught site of Chad who was now giggling. “Uh, Chad. I wouldn’t be laughing. Your going to have to get the all off the old chandeliers that were originally in this room, those huge, gothic looking ones? Clean them up, and I mean polish them until they sparkle and replace all of the bulbs. In roughly six and a half hours.” Danneel smirked devilishly up at Chad who began to hit his head off of the top of the ladder.

Mike clapped his hands gleefully. “Oh!” he stated, grinning up at Chad with a brilliant smile. “You’re going to have to clean this up, too.” he pointed at the mess on the floor before taking Danneel’s arm. “Darling, you have got to see the bar! It’s something quite close to incredible!” Mike pulled her into him and steered her around the many people who were running this way and that and led her out into the garden.

“I don’t expect anything less thank incredible from you Mike,” Danneel told him as she let him lead her through the little maze of roses, well, it wasn’t a maze, it was the TV stations Logo spelled out in shrubbery - Mike didn’t really get the point of simple, really.

“You are my favourite person in the world!” Mike told her as he steered her towards the smaller of the four gazebos. “When are we doing drinks by the way? I totally need to be your wingman, you need a hottie in your life.” He told her, pulling back the entrance way curtain and taking her inside.

Danneel threw back her head on a laugh, “Only you would possibly ask a question like that when I’m up to my eyeballs in an event! I don’t have time for a hottie. I have Caden and he’s more than enough for me right now.” Danneel told him before she was lost for words at the décor of the gazebo.

“He’s seven, Danni.” Mike told her pointedly, walking over to the cocktail section of the bar and asking for two cosmos. “Not that he ain’t cute of course, he is your son, I wouldn’t expect any less, but seriously, you need a man.”

Danneel walked into the middle of the floor and looked around the room; three of the walls were bars - glass tops with crystal finishing, the front section was sleek, green plastic covered in silver writing of all of the names of the actors and actresses who worked for the network. There were chairs dotted here and there around the room, not enough to create a safety hazard but enough for social gatherings to take place. The floor was reinforced sheets of glass; canary yellow and grass green squares in a sort of chequered pattern with the centre of the floor four massive white squares.

“I have you.” she whispered finally, her eyes drawn to the huge mirror ball hanging from the centre of the gazebo. “Mike, this is amazing.” she told him honestly.

“What, this?” Mike raised an eyebrow at her, looking around the room as he walked over and handed her a Cosmo. “If you think this is good, I’m not taking you to see the dance floor. Those kids will be more or less dancing on each other’s faces.” He told Danneel whose eyes widened in shock.

“Yeah, I went there. It’s like, a TV floor!” Mike grinned, babbling excitedly. “We’ll start it all properly when everyone is too drunk to notice pictures of themselves flashing below their feet.”

Danneel threw her head back on a laugh and shook her head. “I take it back, I need a man. Someone sane.” She told Mike as he laughed with her.

“Oh! I know just the person!” He grabbed her arm again, laughing hysterically when Danneel sighed.

“I should have known!” she scolded playfully.

“He’s a TV host, not like the norm, though, you’ll love him! His name is James Lafferty, he‘s a sweet guy, funny too!”

****

Jensen scrubbed a hand through his short light brown hair and let out a sigh. Wednesdays were his light days. He had three patients unless he had to cover for someone, usually Tom, which automatically meant that Wednesdays were paper work days. So, it almost goes without saying that Jensen hates, Wednesdays. Well, Jensen hates Wednesday afternoons. The mornings are great because he gets to work with the kids, but the on the afternoons he gets to work with the paperwork and making sense of patient notes and trying to work out the best program to put people on that he will be working with in the future in order to help them. He had charts currently resting on the desk and propped up against this computer screen as he wrote his notes in his messy scrawl that his mother was convinced was scribbles, and sometimes Jensen himself couldn‘t make out.

Jensen Ackles’ consultation room was the third door on the right when you came through the main entrance to the gym, it was between the weight room and the pool. It was by no means the largest room, he was - mainly, although there were some exceptions - a Paediatric Physical Therapist, so the hospital board or whoever it is that designs these things had decided that his patients and accompanying adult (or adults, on occasion) didn’t need a whole bunch of space. Tom and Allison’s rooms were a lot bigger. Jensen’s room was big enough for two chairs, an examination table, a changing partition, a counter and cupboard area on one wall and his desk. The walls had the usual posters about Healthcare and exercise as well as some sports posters. However, the cork notice board above his desk was littered with pictures of past patients, thank you cards and other little mementos.

His ultimate favourite picture was right in the centre, not that he had favourite patients, he was just especially proud of this one; the guy, one of his three exceptions to the paediatric rule - was in a car accident and had lots both of his legs bellow the knee; Jensen was supposed to help the guy keep working his legs to stop the muscles waiting away. Three weeks into the regime the man had asked Jensen about prosthetic limbs and became determined to get them and use them. Jensen had ended up training the man for, and running, the New York Marathon with him. The shot of them crossing over the finish line in five hours had been taken by the man’s photographer wife and Jensen proudly displayed it on his wall. He loved the feeling he got whenever he looked at it, the feeling of pride and accomplishment at being able to give the man his life back was unbelievable.

Jensen grinned before turning back to the file he had in front of him. A simple football injury, torn rotator cuff, but this kid had scouts coming to see him in three months and it would be Jensen’s job to make sure this kid wasn’t out of the game forever. He’d devised a few exercises so far, but he wasn’t sure exactly how bad off this kid was, so it was a provisional plan, he had to work on it to make it flawless.

A loud ring from the phone settled under the “sorted through” files almost causes Jensen to have a cardiac right there. “Shit.” he muttered under his breath, shuffling the pile of files about until he was able to lift the receiver and put the files down again. “Hey.” he said down the line.

“Hey Jensen, It’s Sophia.” the voice on the other end of the line greeted.

“Hey, what’s up?” Jensen asked, trying to keep his voice even and not to let his mind wander back to the time Sophia called him and told him to get his butt to the ER right now and had spent the night in the staff room, giving him someone to lean on as he fell apart.

Sophia Bush was a Paediatrician but due to rotation, found herself helping out in the ER on every third Wednesday. One of the best doctors in the hospital but it was the passion she had to help give kids back their future, a passion which was shared by Jensen, that made him certain she was in the right field of work. Anything Sophia could to do help you, she would. Kids and adults alike loved her; love her laugh, her smile and her sense of humour and optimism. She wasn’t exactly chopped liver either.

“Do you ever check caller ID, I’m calling from the Rainbow Ward, Jense.” Sophia told him gently, his obvious attempt to hide the panic in his voice proving unsuccessful. “Brady is being discharged today, he wanted to see you before he went, you busy?” The slight husk of Sophia’s voice rasped down the line and Jensen shook his head.

“Nah, I’ll be there in five.” Jensen told her, smiling as the sense of relief washed over him: both for Brady and for the fact that it wasn’t world changing news he was receiving.

“Okay, you have five minutes exactly to get here, get your sneakers on Ackles, I’m timing you.” Sophia said mock-sternly down the line.

“Oh, I must have anticipated this phone call it appears I’m already in my sweats and sneakers.” Jensen laughed.

“You have four minutes and forty three seconds Ackles. Move it.” Sophia chuckled into the receiver and hung up the phone.

Jensen shook his head and put the handset back into the cradle, a bright smile still etched on his face. He grabbed a couple of files -if he was going upstairs, he may as well check in on some patients-, his pager and his stethoscope - he hardly needed to use it, but it did come in handy at times - before walking out of his office.

“Tom! Allie! I’m heading up to rainbow ward, page me.” Jensen called over his shoulder as he walked through the gym, it almost reminded him of his high school gym, but there was a few machines littered here and there. The actual gym was in-between Tom and Allison’s offices across from Jensen’s. So the main “gym” really did just have mats and a few stepping blocks. There were a few other rooms which had different equipment designed to help patients of different needs and abilities. The main gym was used for classes; groups of 20 cardiac patients met twice a week. Each one of the Physical Therapists had a group, so the gym was usually busy; hence the need for all of the little rooms just off of the main gym.

Jensen’s groups were on a Monday afternoon and Thursday morning. Allie’s was a Tuesday morning and a Friday afternoon and Tom’s was a Monday morning and a Wednesday afternoon. There were more classes and more physical therapists in the hospital, but the way it was designed, the six gyms were nowhere near each other; so when you were given your gym you met the two - sometimes three - other people you were working with and heard about everyone else. There was the annual Christmas Dinner, but that was uncomfortable for the three years Jensen went to it, so he attended the annual dinners and parties of the staff from Rainbow ward instead.

On a technicality, he is one of the staff of Rainbow ward. Jensen is the assigned Physical Therapist for the ward, but sometimes he gets drafted in to cover patients and shifts for someone else. Jensen didn’t mind though, the ward was like a little family to him, so he didn‘t miss out on much. He knew all the staff like the back of his hand he’d been to weddings and christenings, birthday parties and even dinners more often than not.

Jensen took the stairs two at a time, smiling at the janitor and patients he passed, blushing when two teenage girls giggle and talk behind their hands as he passed. One of the girls, Lenore, he knew had a crush on him. Kristen had to tell him, Jensen was completely oblivious and no matter how professional he was, it was kind of odd to think a patient had a crush on him and it sometimes maked his sessions with Lenore a lot more difficult.

The corridors on this floor seemed to be really long, but Jensen was sure it was due to the fact that it was all private little rooms, there was no little groups of beds or brightly coloured paintings or children’s chatter and laughter filling up the cold, clean, empty space. Jensen unconsciously quickened his pace, trying to get to the end of the corridor and up the flight of stairs to the Rainbow ward as fast as he possibly could without breaking into a run.

The Rainbow ward was rather aptly named, in Jensen’s humble opinion, was bright and airy and filled with lots of chatter and laughter. It was a remarkably happy place; given the fact it was a hospital ward. The kids on the ward don’t all have the same thing wrong with them. The Rainbow Ward, or ward 45 as it was known on the blue prints, seemed to be the “stabilising ward” for the children in the hospital. The children would come in to the ER, head up to rainbow ward where they stayed until they’re stable enough to be moved to the suitable ward for their condition. The kids who stayed on after they were stabilised were mainly the kids with broken bones, muscular injuries and minor cardiac problems. In other words, the kids who stay are the ones who need Jensen’s help the most.

Jensen made it to the stairway and looked down at his watch, he had two minutes to get up the stairs and into the ward before Sophia started making fun of his old -age. He’ll be 33 on his next birthday, and as far as Jensen’s concerned, he’s not old. Jared once mentioned something about only being as young as the woman you feel, when he was drunk of course -Jared was the world’s most ridiculous romantic ever - and the way Jensen saw it, he must be extraordinarily young, given the fact he was single.

He took the stairs two at a time again, making quick work of both flights and scanning his ID at the door before pushing it open and smirking at Sophia, who was waiting beside the nurse’s station.

“Well done Ackles, you did it with 30 seconds to spare. Nice work.” Sophia winked at him and Jensen grinned back.

“I’m wounded you doubted me.” Jensen dramatically clutched his chest and Sophia laughed.

“Your old though, I have every right to doubt you.” She told Jensen with a smirk of her own, patting him on the arm before leaving the ward.

“Hey Jensen.” Kristen smiled shyly up at him from her post at the nurses’ station.

“Hey,” Jensen flashed her a smile, looking around the ward. “Is Brady still here?” he asked her, he felt bad when her smile faltered slightly.

“Yeah, he’s in Kyle’s room, saying goodbye.” Kristen nodded and looked down, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“Thanks, Princess.” he winked at her as he pushed back from the desk, grinning when she blushed and smiled back.

“No Problem, Jensen.” Kristen almost whispered as she turned back to the computer screen and Jensen walked away.

Jensen Ackles wasn’t the kind of man to lead a girl on, but he couldn’t stand to see Kristen upset. He’d been trying to let her down gently for months, ever since their near-hook up at the Christmas party to be exact, but she seemed to have it bad and Jensen knew he was going to have to enlist Gen, Sophia and Allie into helping him let her down as gently as he possibly could.

Jensen would ask Jared, but his idea’s would range from ridiculous to absolutely cuckoo for coco puffs crazy. Not to mention they would probably make her fall harder for him, and that isn’t something that Jensen wanted. Kristen Kruek was such a sweet girl, but she wasn’t the kind of girl Jensen went for and it wouldn’t be fair on her if Jensen went out with her because his friends constantly ribbed him about the fact they were all married, engaged or in long term relationships and it was just him and his kitten. Not even his dog, they always argued, not even a cat but a kitten.

“Hey boys.” Jensen leaned against the doorway to Kyle’s room and smiled at the two boys sat on the bed.

“Jensen!” Brady’s grin lit up the room as he reached for his crutches to walk over to Jensen.

“Nah, kid, Stay where you are.” Jensen told him and grabbed for the chair in the room, placing it down in front of the bed and straddling it. “So you’re going home today, huh?”

“Yeah, but I’ll be back everyday to see Kyle.” Brady smiled at his friend and Kyle grinned back.

“Just Kyle?” Jensen teased and Brady blushed. “I think Caitlin will miss you when you go.” Jensen nodded and Kyle punched Brady in the arm.

“Dude! I told you she was hot for you, you are so in there!” Kyle exclaimed and Jensen threw his head back on a laugh.

“I’d speak to her before you head on out.” Jensen advised, grinning when the 9 year olds’ blush deepened.

“I can’t she’s in surgery right now, she won’t be out until after I’m gone.” Brady sighed and Jensen frowned.

“Ah that’s right.” Jensen nodded after looking up at the clock on the wall noting that Caitlin’s file was amongst those on his desk for a new therapy plan after the operation on her arm. “Okay, I could totally get killed for this, but,” Jensen flipped open the first folder and took out one of the blank sheets of paper he always kept in patients folders, just in case he ever needed to make notes. “I could pass her on a message, you know, when she wakes up, or Kyle could. That way I totally wouldn’t get my butt kicked by Sophia.”

“Anything for true love,” Kyle teased and fluttered his eyelashes at Brady who punched him on the arm.

“So not cool.” Brady told him as he shook his head, taking the paper and pen Jensen offered him and writing his little note.

“So, how’s the leg, Kyle?” Jensen asked, Kyle’s leg had been caught on a fence when he tried to jump over it and he’d ripped some of the ligaments in his knee.

“It’s a bit sore. I’m getting more surgery on Friday, but I’m able to move it a little more.” Kyle smiled t Jensen who nodded at him.

“Yeah, that’s good. Remember not to do those exercises I gave you until I’ve seen you Sunday, you need to let your knee heal and I need to be comfortable with you moving alright.” Jensen warned the 11 year old, knowing fine well what rushing back after an injury could do.

“I know, I know. I won’t rush back and I won’t jump unless you tell me to, I get it.” Kyle rolled his eyes before laughing at Brady who was still writing his notes. “Jesus, B. It’s a note not a love letter, it doesn’t take a million years to write your number and call me!” Kyle started laughing again and Brady let out an exasperated sigh.

“I’m wishing her well!” Brady told him, folding the note in half and then half again, writing Caitlin on the front and handing it to Kyle. “Do not read that, just give it to her when you can.”

“I will.” Kyle smirked and Jensen raised an eyebrow.

“You will what?” Jensen prompted, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips when Kyle’s smirk faltered and he sighed.

“I’ll give it to her, I won’t read it.” Kyle looked down and sighed.

“Brady?” a woman’s voice filled the room and Jensen turned around and smiled at Brady’s mother.

“Hey Mrs. Clarkson.” He greeted cheerfully, getting up and moving the chair out of the way.

“Hello Mr. Ackles.” Brady’s mother smiled warmly and reached out to pull Jensen into a tight hug. “Thanks for everything you’ve done for my son.” She told him when she pulled back, her eyes shining with tears. “You have no idea how much it means to me.” She smiled a watery smile at him, obviously struggling to contin the tears.

“It was my pleasure, ma’am. And please, call me Jensen.” Jensen smiled at her again, letting her pull him into another hug before he turned round to help Brady, only the find the boy was already on his feet, a red gift bag in hand with the Texas flag on it. “Brady.” Jensen said warningly as he arched an eyebrow.

“It’s just a thank you. I mean it, you’ve really helped me Jensen.” Brady told him seriously. “I’m pretty sure that you’ve gave me my game back, so I wanted to say thank you.”

Jensen smiled at him and took the bag from him, fighting his own tears when Brady stepped forward and hugged him around the waist. “Well, I’ll let you guys go.” Jensen said as he cleared his throat. “Behave for your mother.” He grinned down at Brady who nodded up at him. “Thanks for the gift.” Jensen stepped back and waved goodbye to them as he walked out of the room and back towards the nurses’ station where he came from.

“Someone’s a lucky boy.” Genevieve called from where she was standing in her scrubs sorting through patient files.

“Yeah, Brady gave me it. I’ll open it when I get downstairs.” Jensen told her as he walked towards her, stopping to lean on the bar. “What’re we doing for Jared’s birthday by the way? I know its like, a month away, but if we’re going to have a party, we need time.”

It was kind of a tradition for them to organise Jared’s birthday and things together. Seeing as Jared’s actual big brother was still in Texas, Jensen had somehow taken over the role as Jared’s big brother when they met all those years ago - through Jeff coincidently enough- and took it upon himself to look after Jared when he called and told Jensen that he would be moving to LA. Jensen had refused to let Jared get his on place, making the point that both of them would hardly be there anyway; Jared was an architect and had a ridiculous work ethic and Jensen work at the hospital, which was never a nine till five job.

Jensen and Genevieve had hit it off right away when she had transferred here six years ago and Jensen had decided she was just the kind of girl that Jared needed. He was right, of course, and he was a groomsman at their wedding three years ago.

“Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it, but I dunno what to do, Jensen.” Genevieve looked up at him, chocolate brown eyes meeting his green ones. “I wanna take him away for a weekend. But I’m not sure where to, I was also thinking we could all go, you know a weekend long party?”

“That sounds like a plan.” Jensen nodded. “We could go for snow. The cabin should be empty this summer, no-one goes skiing in the summer, apparently and I’m pretty sure that ten bedrooms is enough for everyone.”

The Cabin in question wasn’t really a cabin, more like a mountain side hideaway that all of their friends had chipped in and bought. Although the deeds were in Tom and Jamie’s name - simply because they were the only ones married at this point - it really belonged to all 16 of them. It was worth a pretty penny now, but it was falling apart when they got it on the cheap, well, cheap when 16 people are chipping in to pay for it. They had each spent a few weeks rebuilding and redecorating it, changing it in the past 5 years into something quite spectacular.

“Yeah, it is mainly couples we all hang out with. Except you. You need to get a girlfriend, or at least get laid.” Genevieve told him, laughing when Jensen rolled his eyes. “Or we could all just go for drinks after work ad sort it then?” she offered and Jensen looked at her like she had just came up with the best idea in the world.

“That’s the reason I introduced Jared to you, you’re a smart girl.” Jensen patted the desk as he walked away. “Seven at Dante’s?”

“Is there any other time or place we all get to play wingman to your ass, Ackles?” Genevieve asked and Jensen shook his head, laughing as he made his way down the stairs.

~ Finis ~

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