A Fairytale Ending

Olivia wondered why the sound of Jensen’s voice sent her heart into a frenzy. Could it be because she remembered the way he had looked at her? Could it be because she still remembered the way his hands gripped on to her so firmly? Whatever it was, it made Olivia shake her head so she could focus on the words he was saying instead of just the way they sound.

Olivia was more than grateful that Jensen couldn’t see her bright read face as she breathed her response. “It’s going well, actually. Sending all the photos of you guys off now. I have a concert to shoot in about a week so that’s pretty exciting.”

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Brett all but snatched the plate of food out of her hands. He kept himself from rolling his eyes at her as she sunk to the floor next to him. What did she have to be so torn up about? She had a damn roof over her head and a place to sleep at night. To him, she should be more than grateful for everything he did for her. He did damn more than what he felt she deserved.

Brett turned his attention back towards the TV, mindlessly eating as he watched the screen. “Coulda put more salt in this, did you even taste it before you plated the shit?” He huffed. “You’re lucky I am starving. I wouldn’t even feed this to the dog.” He continued to eat for a few moments before he turned to her. “You just gonna sit there and stare at me?”

Jensen nodded along to the words Olivia spoke despite knowing that she couldn't see him. A small grin settled onto his lips as he fiddled the end of the comforter on the bed. "I can't wait to see them. I'm willing to bet they're some of the best that's ever been taken at a con." He cleared his throat, a lopsided grin on his lips as he listened to her.

"A concert?" Jensen echoed, his brows pulling together as an idea popped into his mind. "Where at? Who's concert? Anyone going with you?"

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The colour drained from Brooklyn's face at Brett's comment. Fear curled into a ball in the pit of her stomach as she hesitated before slowly shaking her head. "I-I'm sorry.." she trailed off, hanging her head as she played with the bottom of her shirt. "I'll do better next time. I promise."

Brooklyn all but jumped up, turning to head into the kitchen so she could leave Brett to watch his show. She began to pack up the food after sprinkling just a bit more salt on top so that when Brett warmed it up at work the next day, he'd hopefully be happier. Starting the dishes, Brooklyn headed back into the living room to collect the empty bottle and plate from in front of Brett. "Can I get you anything else?"

Olivia couldn’t help but giggle at the rapid-fire questioning that Jensen was giving her. “It’s a Rockfest in downtown Dallas, actually. I am trying to convince my sister to hop on a plane with me…” she sighed. She tried not to sound too put down about it, she didn’t want to have to explain why it was such a sore subject with her. She bit her lip for a moment, deciding to change the topic. “So anyways. Why do you ask?” She smirked. “And why did you call me up out of the blue?” She decided to use his same rapid fire tactic.

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Brett looked at her, a frown on his face. He wanted to be left alone, didn’t she get that? She was always pestering him. If he wanted time with her he would go for it. He shook his head. This is how arguments started. She knew what she was doing and she would never back off. “No,” he snapped at her. “I just fucking got home from work, you give me the twenty questions game. Can’t I ever just sit here and watch T.V and try to fucking relax after work without being interrogated all the damn time?”

Brett reached over and grabbed the empty beer, tossing it just past her. “Just leave me the hell alone. And clean that up.”

"Is your sister afraid of flying or something?" Jensen asked, letting out a quiet laugh. He opened his mouth to make a comment about Dean but decided not to because Olivia was already spouting off with another set of questions that he had to answer. He let out a sigh, readjusting in his seat as she spoke.

Jensen cleared his throat, hesitating a moment longer before he decided to speak, figuring that being honest wasn't going to hurt his chances. "Well, my tour is coming to the end and I wanted to see if you were, uh, busy, I guess. If your sister doesn't want to come to the festival with you, I have a few days of free time before i have to do anything so I guess if you want the company..."

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Brooklyn opened her mouth to try and reason with Brett before she realized there was no point. She shrank away from him, nodding her head as she made her way toward the kitchen. She finished cleaning up the dishes, chewing on the inside of her lip. She entertained the idea of asking Brett about going to the concert that Olivia had mentioned but decided it wasn't worth it. If she caught him in a better mood later, maybe she could.

Heading downstairs into the basement, Brooklyn finished with the load of laundry that she had begun before supper. She carried the basket upstairs and put all the clothes away before returning the basket to the corner of the room. Slowly making her way back downstairs, Brooklyn hesitated in the doorway to the living room. "I'm going to take a quick shower, if that's okay... did you need anything before I do?"

Olivia’s face flushed as Jensen mentioned wanting to see if she was free. Was he trying to say he was interest in her? Olivia sure as hell hoped. There was something about Jensen… Something that she just couldn’t shake. She really did want to see him again. She couldn’t even explain how happy she was that the man had acquired her number. Olivia grinned, her voice growing softer as she mumbled, “Are you trying to as me out, Jensen?”

Olivia fiddled with the phone, part of her wishing that she could see him sooner. But she didn’t want to come off as crazy and too forward. “If you want to do something, we can do something.” She smiled. “I wouldn’t mind meeting up with you again.”

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Brett settled himself in his chair, finally relaxing as she left the room. He really wasn’t sure why he stayed. Brooklyn didn’t even satisfy his needs any longer, but he’d be damned if she met anyone else. She was his… Pushing the thoughts away from his mind, he allowed himself to get absorbed into the program that was on the television.

Brett’s relaxation was ripped away from him when Brooklyn reentered the room. Her voice calling out to him was like nails on chalkboard, making him tense up and immediately become frustrated. He rolled his eyes at her question. “Did you think maybe I needed to take a fuckin’ shower? I worked all day and I am dirty. But, no, you go ahead and go pamper your fuckin self for staying home all day

Jensen choked on a breath of air at Olivia's realization of what he was trying to do. He had hoped she would realize so that she could accept if she was interested but he certainly hadn't expected for her to be so open about it. "I-uh-yeah, I guess I am.." he trailed off, trying not to sound as nervous as he felt.

"Why don't you text me all the details about the concert? That way I can figure out tickets and get there..." Jensen trailed off, considering the options for a moment before he nodded. "If you want, I can probably even convince Jeff to come with. He's a fan of concerts and I mean, he's also a fan of your sister."

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Brooklyn froze as she looked up to Brett, biting down on the inside of her lip. She moved her weight from one foot to the next, feeling the all too familiar sensation of fear settling in the pit of her stomach. "I...I'm sorry... I didn't..." she trailed off, her heart sinking as she fiddled with the edge of her shirt.

"I mean we could always... you know. We could shower together?" Brooklyn suggested, her voice small as she chanced a look up to him. "That way I can help you wash off and I dunno... it's up to you, of course. Whatever you want. I can wait."

Olivia let out a soft laugh, “I think I can do that.” She grinned when Jensen mentioned Jeff. “He’s a fan of my sister, hmm?” That small comment made her so happy. She wanted nothing more than to send a quick text or call her sister and explain the conversation that had transpired. She really wanted to pull her sister from the current situation she was in. She had offered several times for her sister to move in, but she wouldn’t do it.

“She’s quite the fan of his as well,” She murmured. She looked around, starting to feel a little out of place. “But, yeah, I will text you. I’m really glad you called.”

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Brett stood up from the chair, stretching his arms out. He let out a dry laugh as he turned to look at her. “Yeah, like that is gonna fuckin happen. I’m exhausted Brook, I just want to take a shower and go to bed.” He walked past her and made his way into their room. When Brooklyn followed, he turned and looked at her.

“What the hell is with you today Brooklyn?” He asked angrily. “Why are you so fuckin’ needy? Are you trying to get pushed away?”

Jensen's face lit up when Olivia agreed to text him because to him, that meant she was interested in at least getting to know him. Even if things didn't end up working out, at least he had attempted to get to know her better. That was better than nothing, right? He was sure as soon as he mentioned it to Jeffrey, that the older man would be happy because he tended to get in Jensen's case a little too much about it.

"Alright, text me the details then. I'll talk to you later, sweetheart," Jensen spoke into the phone, reluctantly hanging up the phone. He moved to his feet and finished getting ready for the shoot he had to do later on in the day.

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Brooklyn had, for some horrible reason, thought that maybe if she tried to treat tonight like it would go well that maybe it would. Maybe if she tried really hard to smile and keep Brett's mood up, maybe she could manage to see the Brett that had made her fall in love with him so long ago.

Startled by Brett whirling around on her, Brooklyn took a hesitant step backward. "What? N-No... I was just going to get changed into something more comfortable is all," she answered quietly, hanging her head as she took another step backward. "I'm sorry, I'll just wait until you're in the shower."

Olivia waited a few days before she texted Jensen, she didn’t want to seem to eager. Although she really wanted to hear from him, she decided that it would be best if she waited. While she was finishing up her work for the day, and after she got all the details of the concert she was shooting sorted, she sent Jensen a quick text.

Hey :) Concert is in downtown Dallas at the Pavilion on Saturday. Show starts at 8, I’ll be in town around 4. After she sent the text, she tossed her phone on her coffee table.

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Brett always needed to exercise his control over Brooklyn. If there was anything he didn’t know about, he automatically assumed she was doing shit that she ought not be doing. After he had gotten home from work the next day, he decided to sit down and go over some emails. He checked his own account and then drifted over to Brooklyn’s. He saw a few emails from her sister titled The other day! He opened the emails and the screen was immediately filled with Brooklyn and some other guy—albeit her sister was there, but when was he told about this?

“Brooklyn!” He boomed. “What the fuck is this?”

Jensen had been anxious for the better part of the last few days because he didn't understand what he must have done wrong to upset Olivia so much. She had promised to message him and still hadn't so he must have done something or maybe it was just that she wasn't interested. Whatever the case, Jensen decided he would just let the situation go because he didn't think there was any point in trying if she wasn't interested.

Sighing as he stepped out of the suv that had been rented for him, Jensen followed the same path that he was so used to. They were filming promo stuff for Supernatural and all he wanted to do was get the day over with already. Feeling his phone vibrating in his pocket, Jensen frowned as he pulled the phone free from his pocket.

He read over the text, grinning when he realized who it was from. Are you busy before the show then? Maybe we could grab a bite to eat if you're not?

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Brooklyn was just in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes from dinner. Brett seemed to be doing okay in the living room, she was sure if he needed anything, he'd call out to her. Rinsing out the pot she had used to make the gravy in, Brooklyn nearly dropped it when she heard Brett's voice. Her brows pulled together in confusion as she paused, trying to figure out what he could possibly mean.

Sighing to herself, Brooklyn leaned down to place the pot in the dishwasher, she dried her hands before making her way toward the living room. A frown formed on his face as she looked up to see an angry expression on Brett's face. She stepped forward, moving to the side so that she could see what he was looking at.

The colour drained from her features as she caught sight of the pictures of her and Jeffrey. "Oh. I... I, uh," she paused, realizing that there probably was no way out of this. After all, even if she could reason with him, she still hadn't told him about the event and that was enough to cause a problem.

"O-Olivia wa-wanted t-to hang out," Brooklyn began to explain, her stomach twisting into a knot as she hung her head. She fiddled with her fingers, refusing to look up from the floor between her feet. "Sh-She t-tr-tricked me i-into going! Th-That's all."

Olivia grinned wide as she looked over Jensen’s text. She immediately started to type out ‘oh for sure I would love that!’ but erased it. “God, Olivia. Get your shit together. Do you want to seem so damn desperate?” Olivia thought long and hard for a few moments, not really sure how to respond. She didn’t want to come of as desperate, nor did she want to come out as indifferent or uninterested. She bit her lip as she began to thumb out her next reply.

We could do that, I’m sure there are a bunch of places around less expensive than stadium food there to grab a bite to eat. (:

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All Brett saw was rage. How dare her not tell him where she had went. And with another man? Who gave a flying fuck if it was her sister who had drug her along, that was not something that Brett was going to stand for. He was not going to be that guy who’s spouse went and hung out with other men. He was not going to be made a fool of.

“But you couldn’t fucking think to tell me?” He spat at her. “Look how close you are to this prick. Did you sleep with him too, Brooklyn? What else are you not telling me? Do I need to call your sister and find the hell out?”

His questions and accusations were coming out like rapid fire, one after the other after the other… He took a few steps closer to her, his hand still waving at the open screen. “You really think that shit is appropriate?”

Jensen sighed as he made his way into the building, fully expecting to not get a reply right away. To his surprise, only a few minutes went by before his phone was buzzing with a reply. Slipping his phone out of his pocket, a small grin adorned his features as he scanned over the message.

With better food than stadium food. Don't worry about the price tag, sweetheart.

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Brooklyn knew that there was no way out of the situation, the anger that was practically flowing off of Brett in frantic, violent waves was enough to cement that for her. She swallowed, closing her eyes as Brett continued to speak. All she wanted to do was throw herself at his feet and beg for forgiveness but that had never worked before and it certainly wouldn't now - not with Brett having suspicions that she had cheated.

The closer that Brett moved to her, the more that Brooklyn wanted to turn and run but her feet would not move. She was stuck in place. Tears welled in her eyes as she shook her head, finally daring to look back up to Brett. "N-No. H-He's an aaactor fr-from th-that show."

"Liv h-had a j-job at the con," Brooklyn tried to reason, wrapping her arms around herself. "I'm nnnever go-going to s-see him again."

Olivia tried to distract herself with some reading and surfing the internet, trying her hardest not to look at her phone. She didn’t want to bother Jensen with incessant text, he had said he was busy, hadn’t he? When she decided she had had enough of putting it off she finally checked her phone, her face flushing when she noticed him call her sweetheart.

Are we going on a date now? :P she texted back, hoping it sounded like innocent flirtation.

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“Never going to see him again?” He all but seethed. All he could see was the anger clouding his vision, like it always did. He wanted nothing more than to shake some sense into her, to get her to understand what he was saying. She was always doing shit like this. “What about never seeing your sister again either? You know this is exactly why you don’t see your family. Because you’re always letting them do everything they want to do with you! But they don’t own you, Brooklyn! You’re mine, you got that?”

He took another step closer to her, placing his hand against the wall next to her head. “You do understand that don’t you? You get it? Or am I going to have to show you again….”

By the time that Olivia had replied to his message, Jensen had already dived head first into the promo shooting so it wasn't for a few hours before he got the chance to finally reply to her. With a roll of his eyes, he couldn't help but grin at her words. Olivia couldn't be that clueless, surely.

Something like that. Jensen hesitated after he sent the first message. Is that alright?

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Brooklyn let out a sob at Brett's words, pressing herself into the wall behind her. Maybe if she wished hard enough, she could just disappear into it and never have to worry about upsetting Brett again. Never have to worry about doing the wrong thing according to anyone ever again. Not her sister, not their parents, no one... "Y-you can't! Please," she hiccuped, reaching a shaking hand forward to set on Brett's shoulders. Her fingers began to massage, trying desperately to ease the anger that he felt. "I ca-can't j-just st-stop and i-ignore her!"

"I know, baby. I'm yours," she whispered, forcing herself to speak clearly. She had to be confident in what she said if she wanted any chance at Brett believing her. "I'll always be yours," she whispered, offering a hesitant smile. "Please, baby. You know that. I love you."

Olivia had already settled in for the night, curled up on her couch watching T.V. She felt a little lonely, she wanted to reach out to her sister but she knew it was a lost cause. When her phone buzzed next to her and she saw Jensen’s name on the screen once more, she smiled.

I guess that’s okay. But only cuz you’re kinda cute. She bit her lip nervously, closed her eyes, and sent the text before she had a chance to back out of it.

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Brett’s skin burned where she had placed her hands. He wasn’t quite sure when their relationship had become they way it was, but the very thought of her touching him made his head ache. Everything about her made him angry. There were days when he tried to force himself to remember what it was like when they first started dating, when he first chased her… But he couldn’t. He had so much hatred for her—yet he wanted her to have nothing to do with anyone else.

“That’s bullshit and you know it, Brooklyn.” He said between grit teeth. “You cant see her anymore. No one. Your ass is to stay here.”

Jensen was more than relieved when filming finally finished. It had taken longer than he expected it to and yet, he knew it was all because of Olivia. He wanted to spend his time messaging her and getting to know her better but he had other obligations. He couldn't just drop everything - his career was the whole reason he had met her anyway.

Only kinda? Jensen smirked as he sent the message, heading out to the car so that he could head back to his hotel.

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It was a horrible idea, Brooklyn knew that. She knew Brett didn't like to hear the word no and yet, when he demanded that she never talk to her sister again, a fire was sparked in her belly. She listened to everything that Brett ever asked of her but that was going a step too far. "No!"

Brooklyn swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, shaking her head as she looked up to Brett. Her stomach twisted into a knot of fear as her eyes narrowed. "She's my sister, she's all I have left... I'm not abandoning her, I've already done everything you've ever asked of me but that... that's too much, Brett."

Olivia all too eagerly grabbed her phone when it vibrated next to her and then chuckled to herself when Jensen’s reply came in. Olivia was happy that he seemed interested in speaking with her. She decided to continue playing with him and quickly typed out her next reply.

Yeah only kind of. Only competition you have right now is some dude named Dean. ;)

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Brett shook his head as he took a few steps back from her. “Does your sister provide for you? Put a roof over your head? Buy you food and groceries and clothing and whatever other bullshit you seem to need?”

His eyes narrowed at her in order to match her expression, he would not allow a woman to speak to him in that matter. Not Brooklyn, not a sister, no one. “You’re not going to be seeing her anymore, that’s final. And if I found out that you are so much as fucking talking to her, your shit is going on the street and you will be sorry.”

Jensen huffed at Olivia's reply. He decided to snap a picture of himself pouting and sent it to her, only to smirk as it finally went through. Still have competition? He dropped his phone into the centre console of the vehicle before driving off, heading straight for the hotel that he had left earlier in the day.

When he finally arrived and made his way up to his room, Jensen grinned as he nudged the door shut. Pretty sure I have a step up from Dean. I guess I'll just have to prove it to you.

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"Well, no, but-" Brooklyn fell silent as Brett backed away from her, bracing herself from whatever was coming next. She hated that it had come down to this because she hated fighting with Brett. She loved him with all of her heart but she couldn't just accept the idea of not speaking to her sister anymore. Not when she had no friends left, she had Brett and she had Olivia. No one else.

With an awe inspiring sense of clarity, Brooklyn's features fell. "I... I should pack a bag..." her voice was barely loud enough to be considered a whisper. "I'm not abandoning my sister."

Olivia grinned when she opened Jensen’s texts. A glass of wine in her hand, her favorite movie on the television, and a handsome man who was flirting with her—could anything ruin her night? Olivia couldn’t help but stare at the picture he had sent her, his eyes bright and shining. She took a sip of her wine and then began to type out her next reply. Hmmm, I think you might be giving him a run for his money.

Olivia loved the fact that she was able to speak so freely with Jensen, it had been a while since the last time she had flirted or spoke to anyone in anything other than a platonic way.

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“Well you better damn get a ride from her as well because you aren’t taking either one of my vehicles,” Brett growled. “You’re making a mistake, Brooklyn. I can promise you that. If you walk out that door don’t you ever, and I mean ever come back. You understand that right?”

Brett was out of breath from the anger that was swirling around him, “You’re going to regret walking out on me if you do. You better choose wisely, Brooklyn.”

Flirting had always been something that came natural for Jensen that he typically did - half the time, he didn't even realize that he was flirting with someone until someone else decided to point it out. Both Jeffrey and Jared had been awful about teasing Jensen over it so he considered himself lucky that he was in the hotel room all on his own. Without anyone to bother him.

Guess I'll just have to step my game up in Dallas.

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Brooklyn's legs crumbled beneath her, allowing her to slide down the wall. She buried her face in her hands, her nails digging into her scalp. Any sensation to distract from the pain that only seemed to be increasing in her heart. She couldn't just abandon Olivia like that but she also couldn't just leave Brett. He was her world, even more than Olivia in a lot of ways.

"You hate me though," she whispered, wiping away the tears that were threatening to spill over. "I make you miserable all the time. I can't remember the last time you were happy around me, the last time you told me that you loved me!" She exclaimed, her hands dropping from her face so she could look up to him. "If all I do is make you miserable, why do you even want me here?"