A Fairytale Ending

Well, I guess we shall see then, won’t we? she texted him back more quickly this time. Olivia threw the time limit out the window, not really caring at this point. He seemed to be interested in her, so hopefully he wouldn’t become annoyed. After another moment she had a thought, You never told me how you got my number. she texted back once more.

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“Because I don’t.” He hissed at her. “All you do is annoy and pester and piss me the hell off, Brooklyn. It’s been pretty damn obvious for a while, don’t you think?!”

Brett couldn’t even bring himself to look at her. In his eyes all she ever would be was a pathetic, lonely girl. He narrowed his eyes at her, and then rolled them as he saw her start to cry. “And here comes the fucking water works…” He scoffed. “Why don’t you just call your sister, because I don’t want to deal with this.”

Guess we will. Jensen smirked as he answered her, relaxing when he finally laid back down in the hotel room. He brought each foot up to unlace his shoes, kicking them off without carrying where they landed in the room. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his shoulders, leaving him in just a plain white tshirt.

I asked Creations. Hesitating when he sent the message, his fingers hovered over the keyboard. I hope that's okay.

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Brooklyn's bottom lip began to tremble at Brett ripped into her. She let out a sob, hanging her head as she bit down on her bottom lip. She was desperate to keep the cries quiet but Brett seemed to be intent on making her feel even worse than she already did. "I'm so sorry."

"Brett, I'm sorry. I love you!" Brooklyn exclaimed, wiping at her tears. "Please. What can I do to fix this? Fix us? I just want to love you and make you happy, Brett. Please."

Olivia snuggled down further into her couch, feeling a little more brave. Considering she had drank a few glasses of wine, she looked at the call button. Having an internally battle with herself over whether to press it or not, she decided on the latter. It wasn’t time yet for that. She wanted to hear his voice again badly—but she wasn’t going to go there. Well, I’m glad you did. She texted him back instead.

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“I don’t know Brooklyn,” he mumbled angrily. He slammed himself down onto the couch, not even wanting to look at her. “I don’t love you—and I don’t think I ever have, I mean how could I have? Who could have?”

Brett shook his head angrily at her, the rage still coursing through him. “Just call your fucking sister and get out of here for the night. Before I do something, because I swear to God…”

After answering Olivia's question, Jensen had been on edge. He had half been expecting Olivia to snap at him and that would be the end of them talking. He could admit it, that it hadn't been the best way to get her number but there hadn't been very many options left.

I'm going to head to sleep. Talk to you soon. Sleep well, sweetheart.

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Brooklyn forced herself to her feet without another word and made her way upstairs so that she could pack a bag of clothes. She had no clue where she was going to go but all she knew was that she couldn't call her sister. Olivia would only hate Brett more and she was trying so hard to fix everything.

She hesitated before heading toward the guest room, deciding that if she just stayed inside that there was no way that Brett would ind. She could figure everything else out tomorrow, right?

When Olivia woke up the next morning, she debated on weather or not she should text Jensen again. In the back of her mind, she was honestly curious why she was thinking that the moment she had woken up. She gave her self enough time to grab a quick shower and start a pot of coffee.

Sitting down with her first cup of coffee, she sipped at it as she send her sister a text first. Call me sometime today. After sending the text to her sister, she mulled around on social media before finally gathering the courage to text Jensen. Morning! Sorry, I totally passed out last night. Hope you have a great day : )

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The next morning, Brett woke up with just slightly less rage and anger than he had gone to bed with. The only reason being, was he didn’t have to sleep next to Brooklyn and listen to her pestering him about “being sorry” or whatever other shit she felt like saying to him at the time.

He trudged out to the kitchen, making his coffee and filling his thermos for the day. It wasn’t until he felt the presence of Brooklyn entering the kitchen behind him, did he tense up. He decided not to say anything to her and continued on about his business and getting ready for the day.

Jensen had been heading to the airport, ready to head home for the last few days before the concert. He was so relieved to finally have some time to himself, away from the craziness that his professional life had become. He loved his life, there was no denying that but some time to himself was beyond necessary. Particularly because he wanted to be in as good of a mood as possible because he had managed to convince Jeffrey to join him. If only he could manage to connect him with the girl he went on and on about.

Pulling up to the airport, Jensen climbed out and pulled his bags free, heading into the airport. Jensen hesitated when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, pulling it free.

Don't apologize. How'd you sleep, sweetheart?

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Brooklyn was quiet as she headed down the stairs, the sounds drifting from the kitchen had been enough to wake her from her slumber. She had been instantly alert, afraid that Brett would be angry because she hadn't woken early enough to brew his coffee and prepare his lunch for the day.

"Brett, I'm sorry for last night..." she trailed off, slinking into the kitchen. She shuffled over to him, hesitating a moment longer before she reached out to set her hand on his arm. "I'll be better. I'll do whatever you want, I just don't want to fight any longer."

Olivia smiled softly as she grabbed her phone from where it was laying. She breathed a smile of relief when she saw that it was Jensen. Olivia was having an unusually uneventful day. She didn’t have any editing to do or anyone to have conference calls with. However, she knew it was the calm before the storm. In forty-eight hour’s time she would be on a plan headed for a crazy weekend.

Good, actually. Thanks for asking. You? she texted back to Jensen.

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Brett ripped his arm out of Brooklyn’s grasp. Her touch was annoying infuriating to him. He rolled his eyes at her, “If you wanted to make shit better I wouldn’t be in this kitchen running late for work because you couldn’t get your ass out of bed on time.”

Brett huffed, slamming his thermos down on the counter, turning to look at her fully. “What the hell is with you Brooklyn? It’s like you can’t even comprehend how to finish the simplest of tasks! All you do is sit around this goddamn house all day while I am busting my ass at work day in and day out to provide for you!”

Jensen settled into one of the various chairs around the gate that he would shortly be loading on. He let out a sigh as he shifted around, trying to debate whether he wanted to get up and grab a coffee before the flight or not. Deciding not to, he slipped his phone out of his pocket, smiling to himself when he read the message.

Just heading home for a few days before we hit the concert. :)

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Brooklyn braced herself when Brett ripped away from her. Her shoulders sagged as she looked down to her lap, chewing on the inside of her lip. "I... I'm sorry. I just... I didn't think you'd want me in the way."

The colour drained from her features as Brett turned around to face her. She took a small step back, her eyes widening a bit as she shook her head. "I'm sorry. I'll try harder... I'll... I'll do better," she paused, taking a deep breath. "I promise. I'm sorry."

Olivia was busy making herself a bite to eat, she was starving. She sighed to herself, at times she wished that she did have a significant other—or even that her sister was closer—she got extremely lonely at times. The only thing that kept her from going crazy was her work. When she got back to the couch she saw that Jensen had finally replied to her.

Aww, that’s exciting. Are you glad to have some downtime?

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“Well you’re always thinking the wrong fucking thing, Brooklyn.” He spat. “You never use common sense, do you know how fucking stupid that makes you look?”

Brett’s eyes narrowed, he couldn’t stand looking at her. “And you are always acting so damn pitiful. Get your shit together, because right now, I don’t even want you.”

Deciding to grab a bite to eat, Jensen stood and headed over to the Starbucks where he ordered before stepping over to the side and waiting for everything to be served up. Just as his drink was called out to him, he felt his phone vibrate. Waiting until he reached the seating area again, Jensen grinned at the reply.

Yeah. Excited to see you though. He hesitated for a moment before sending the message, slipping his phone right back into his pocket before going to town on the sandwich he'd bought.

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Brooklyn's heart broke as Brett shouted at her, her head hanging as he continued on. She wanted nothing more than to just disappear. She swallowed the lump in her throat, reaching up to wipe away the tears that welled in her eyes. "I... okay. I'll... guess you can call me sometime or something, I dunno..." she trailed off with a shrug of her shoulders.

She grit her teeth as she looked away from Brett. "I'll be gone by the time you get back. I promise," Brooklyn was quick to rush back up the stairs, not wanting Brett to see her break down again. She waited, unsure of whether she should call Olivia or not. She decided to pack a bag with a few changes of clothes, deciding that she would call Olivia once she had finished.

(ps u can just act like she called olivia )

Olivia blushed at the text that Jensen had replied with. She was more than excited to see the man as well, but for the time being, she was content with keeping the flirting to shameless and playful. She opened up the message and decided to thumb out a reply, Guess I am excited to see you too ;) Text me when you land safe.

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"Brooklyn I'm done with this!" Olivia sighed at her sister later on that afternoon. The pair of them were sitting on her couch after Olivia rushed to her sisters house. When Olivia had showed up, she found her sister puffy eyed and terrified. "You don't need him in your life, Brook. You don't. He doesn't even bring you any happiness anymore... I mean all he does is put you down and hurt you, Brooklyn, I can tell. I'm not stupid."

(dont tell me wut to do.)

Brooklyn hadn't wanted to leave the home she had with Brett because despite how bad things could be, she thought that there was still hope. In the beginning, Brett had loved her and he loved her wholeheartedly. She was convinced that somewhere along the way, she had done something wrong and that was why he was always so harsh with her. If she did better, if she perfect, then he wouldn't be so upset all of the time. Right?

Her shoulders sagged as she leaned back against the couch, refusing to look over at her sister. "He wouldn't be so mad all the time if I didn't screw up," Brooklyn mumbled, fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. "Just this morning, he was late to work because I slept in too late and didn't make his coffee. It's little things like that that I can do, to make his life easier. Especially since he provides everything for me!"

Olivia had to bite down on her lip to keep herself from yelling once more at her younger sister. There was nothing more that Olivia wanted to do than to protect her younger sister. She wanted to keep her safe and out of harms way—she needed to. For the past year or so, she could see the change in her sister. Beforehand, they were inseparable, they always had been. But Brooklyn had started distancing herself, not wanting to be around her anymore.

Olivia frowned at Brooklyn, her hand reaching out to lay gently on her sister’s arm. “Don’t you ever say that again, Brooklyn. You are enough. You have always been enough. I don’t fucking care if he is working twenty-four-seven. I have seen the way you bust your ass around that house, Brook. He doesn’t need to treat you the way he treats you. He’s a grown ass man he can take care of himself… besides, I think there are bigger and better people who want to be worth your time and who are worth your time, Brook.”

Brooklyn couldn't help the bitter laugh that fell from her lips as she glanced over to her sister. "Bigger and better people? As if," she muttered, rolling her eyes as she shook her head. "You're being absolutely ridiculous. You know that. Right?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as she turned back toward the television that had been paused. Brooklyn didn't even have a clue what they were watching, her mind further away than it should have been.

She let out a quiet sigh as she leaned against the arm of the couch, setting her head on it. Her eyes moved to her sister and she gave a halfhearted smile. "I think that we just need time apart for a little while. I'm sure things will get better in a bit. But let's not focus on that right now, okay?"

Olivia rolled her eyes over-dramatically and settled back into her couch. She forced her eyes to stare at the television in front of her. She knew that this conversation was not headed in any direction, other than one that would lead to more arguing. Dropping the conversation, Olivia’s eyes looked down at her phone, an idea popping in her head.

“Brook, come to Austin with me. There is someone who is going to be there that wants to see you—and it’s the perfect opportunity to get your mind off of all this stupid bullshit. You need some time to yourself. And it will be fun. And—and the last time we went on a trip together was like three years ago, so I think we are long fucking over do for that one.” At this point Olivia was almost pleading and begging her sister, throwing her the biggest pouty-puppy dog face she could muster.

Brooklyn hesitated as she glanced over to her sister. Her brows pulled together as she shook her head. She wanted so badly to say yes, to agree, because the idea of a trip with her sister was damn near too much to deny. But she had no money to her name - she wouldn't be able to afford a plane ticket or to split the hotel room or food or anything that would be required on a trip. And besides, there was no way that Brett would let her.

Huffing, she reached down and poked Olivia with her toes. "I'm here right now, there's no point in focusing on anything else," she murmured. "Besides, there's no telling that Brett will even..." Brooklyn trailed off, shrugging her shoulders. Take me back. She couldn't finish the sentence because just the thought hurt.

"There's no telling that I'll be leaving right away, anyway."

Once again, Olivia rolled her eyes at her younger sister. Here lately, she was making all kind of excuses to get out of doing things with her sister. It made her feel unwanted and unimportant, yet, Olivia was willing to do anything for Brooklyn at the drop of a dime. Olivia crossed her arms after unpausing the TV, letting whatever was broadcasting continue to play. She didn’t want to sit in the awkward, unnerving, irritating silence with her younger sister.

“I leave in two days,” She huffed. “Just so you know. But you are more than welcome to crash her for as long as you need to while I’m gone. I’ll only be away for like three days, at most.”

Brooklyn pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as Olivia spoke. She felt like she was doing the wrong thing, hell. She knew in the deepest part of her soul that she was doing all of the wrong things because waiting around for Brett to love her the way that he had in the beginning.

She bit back a sigh, nodding her head as she listened to Olivia speak. It was calming in a way, being able to watch Olivia go off and do all these wonderful things that she had tried to do since she was little. She would conquer the world one day, Brooklyn was sure of it.

"I'll keep the house nice and clean," Brooklyn answered, offering a tiny smile. "I promise."

Olivia offered her sister a small smile at her remark as they settled into watching the television. She wanted so badly for her sister to join her, but she knew that she wasn’t going to cave. She brought her feet up underneath her as she made herself more comfortable. Olivia wanted to mention Jeffery, but she didn’t know if that would be over stepping any boundaries. Her eyes flicked down towards her phone, and a small frown graced her face.

Olivia cleared her throat and looked over towards her sister, her eyebrows raised. “I’ve been texting Jensen lately… I tried to call you and tell you but…” She trailed off, not wanting to open another can of worms.

Brooklyn looked up at the mention of Jensen, her eyes widening as a grin split over her features. It lessened and her gaze dropped to the ground with her sister's further explanation. Clearing her throat, Brooklyn nodded slowly. "I'm glad to hear that though. You deserve it, Liv," she answered, tugging on her bottom lip.

"Who knows, maybe one day I'll be standing beside you as you become Mrs. Ackles!" Brooklyn couldn't help it as she broke into a fit of giggles, covering her mouth as she glanced over to her sister. "Is it getting serious at all?"