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Fr:J-Bird(Jensen)

JB:

You still comin this weekend?

Me:                        

Of course! I wouldn’t dream of missing out on the party!

I’m super excited to see the new house~

JB:

Just the house? ;)

Me:

        Also excited to see you

as well as everyone else.

Duh. ;)

JB:

Good. Dee and the kids are super

pumped to see aunt Teeny.

JB:

Do you need a ride from the airport?

I’m pretty sure Mish had already decided

he was going to get you.

Just a heads up.

Me:

Oh? Well that’s good to know.

Saves me the trouble of getting a cab or whatever.

Also good since he knows the address. Lol

JB:

You would know it

if you weren’t being weird about it.

Me:

What do you mean?

I’m not being weird about anything.

JB:

Mhm. sure.

JB:

You tell your family about us yet?

Me:

…

JB:

Or about your ‘side job’?

Me:

That’s not fair.

JB:

That’s what I thought.

Aaaand that's what I mean

when I say you are being weird about it.

Me:

You know why I haven't told anyone.

It just doesn’t feel right…

JB:

It’s not like we are criminals or whatever.

What’s the big deal if you tell them you know

some celebrities? ;)

Me:

I know that!

And you guys are not just some ‘celebrities’!

My family would flip!

JB:

I think they would be more upset

that it took you so long to tell them about us.

JB:

Mostly Jess. xD

Me:

Oh, God. I can only imagine the hell

I would get from her. Ahaha

JB:

I wouldn’t want to be you when that

day comes.

JB:

But in all seriousness, you should tell your family.

Mish& I want to be able to take you out

& show you off ;)

Me:

I will tell them someday, don’t worry!

and I’m going to ignore that statement & winky face

JB:

I’m just sayin- the world needs to know who

C.M.B is &what she has to offer it.

Me:

Thank you? I feel like that was a compliment.

JB:

You're welcome.

JB:

And it was.

Just know that we all love you.

Whatever you decided to do

we support you

2000%.

Me:

Lol, thank you.

And I love you guys as well.

Me:

I should get back to packing tho so

I make it to the airport on time.

See you soon!

Xoxo

JB:

If you forget anything we will

cover you.

Dee sends her love!

Good luck.

Me:

<3

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I have only been on a plane a few times, as I normally just like to drive, but Jensen insisted that he cover a ticket for me so I would arrive sooner than later(And as it were, the plane ride from my home state to Texas was only about 3 hours with little to no turbulence). I couldn’t really argue with his logic even if it made me uncomfortable for him to pay for me. He has a habit of doing that for me, no matter how much I complain about it.

Surprisingly enough it was super easy to spot Misha after I grabbed my bags. He likes to think he is incognito, but he ends up always wears the same ‘disguise’.

My smile only grows the closer I get to him. “Hey there, smiley. Give daddy D a big hug!”

I made an unladylike snort before I jumped up and brought him into a bone crushing hug, “God, you are so weird,” I tease, “And that is why I love you so much.”  

He lets out a loud laugh, “Thanks, sugar.” He says in a mocking Texas accent as he snuggles into my hair, “I love you too.”

The hug lingers for longer than it should, but we just brush it off once we part. “So have you been to the house yet?”

“Of course. Who do you think helped set up for the party?” He playfully asked as we headed to his car, “Grant it Jared did kinda helped out as well. He messed around with the kids while the grown-ups did the work.” It's always nice that no matter how long we have been apart, Mish and I can still talk like there was never any space or time between us.

We continued to chat through out the car ride. It wasn’t until Mish turned off the car that I even realized how much time had passed. “We’re here.” He song, “Welcome to the new house.”

I step out of the car and take in the large, castle like house. A house I've seen many times before. “Um.. Misha? This is the house next to their old house. Did they really just move into the house next to them??” I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped me as I shake my head. Everyone made such a huge deal out of this new house, only to find out that it was just next door.

Misha stepped around the car with my suitcase and started to head inside, “I think that is question for Jensen and Dee. Now come on! The party has already started.”

I gawk at him for a moment before I glance around and just now notice all the parked cars, “Wait, it started already?! I’m not dressed for a party!” I rush to catch up to him,  “And shouldn’t you leave my suitcase in the car. Or are you not the one taking me to my hotel?”

Misha only smiles behind him as he just walks right into the home, “You look perfect. And why would anyone be tasking you to a hotel? This house has like, 80 rooms. You are staying here.”

All I do is let out a quiet oh before I’m struck by the beauty of the interior design. Emerald and rose colours danced across the room. It reminded me of what a victorian English home might look like. It was so elegant, but still had such a cosy feeling to it.

“Oh my God. This is beautiful.”

“You like it?” Came a familiar voice.

I beamed up at Jensen and I brought him into a warm hug, “I love it, Jay! This is like, my dream house! It has my two favorite colours, there are bookcases everywhere, and- and are those cat ledges on the walls?! Now you have to get a cat!”

Both men chuckled at my outburst, “I don’t know about getting a cat just yet. But Misha here can bring his little animals over and they can all run around and play all they want.”

“I can’t tell if you are talking about my cats or my children.”

Jensen smiled coyly at Misha, “Both.”

All three of us bursts into a fit of giggles like a bunch of grade school kids. “Are you boys keeping our lovely guest of honor all to yourselves?”

“Dee! Please help me!” I tease as I kiss Danneel on the cheek. “These bad men won't let me leave their sides. Will you be a dear and show me around?”

“Of course, sweetie. We can leave these bad men to their plotting.”

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I’m surprised by how many guests there are at the house. Almost two-hundred people fit comfortable in the vicinity.  A lot of the people here I didn’t even know the Ackles were really close with. One that stood out the most to me was Chris Pratt. I had met Chris a few years ago and we hit it off right away. He is such a laid back, sweet, considerate guy that it’s no surprise that I developed a crush on the little ball of energy. I hear his signature laugh behind me and I turn to see him chatting with Jensen.

Before I reach them I can see Chris has a goofy grin on his face, “Hey girly, I was wondering where you were. It’s been way too long,”  He kisses me on the cheek though, he lingers a bit and I lock eyes with Jensen. He has an unreadable expression on his face.

When Chris releases me I awkwardly cough. I’m sure both men can tell I’m blushing. “I agree, Chris. It’s been too long since I’ve seen any of my friends on this side of the country.” I chuckle softly, “I’ll be in town for a few days. If you are still around  maybe we could go out for coffee or something.” You should pat yourself on the back for how smooth that was, Christine.

“Yes! I’ll be around these parts for a few days as well. We should totally do something. If you can squeeze me in that is. I’m sure a lot of people want your company while your here.”

I smile over the rim of my bottle, “I’m sure I can pencil you in.” and take a quick swing of my beer. “Maybe we could go to Jensen’s brewery! I’ve been wanting to go for ages!”

Jensen cleared his throat, “I was actually planning on taking you there one of these days..” He started to trail off so Chris spoke up, “Hey man if you were already taking her that's fine. I don’t want to step on anyone's toes here.”

“No, you wouldn’t be stepping on anyone's toes. Right Jensen?”

Before Jensen could reply Chris spoke up again, “Nah, it’s fine. I have a better idea. How about I take you out to dinner instead?”

“Oh? What did you have in mind?”

“Oh, I don’t know any restaurants around here really, but I’m sure there has to been some romantic places near by.”

I pause a moment to take in what Chris just said. Jensen excuses himself as I get my bearings together. “Romantic?” I lamely ask before I put down my beer bottle.

Chris bashfully rubs at the back of his neck, “Y-yeah. Romantic. Honestly I’ve been wanting to ask you out for ages, but I didn’t know how you would feel about it with your family and all.. Plus, your such an amazing friend, and like, in general just a really important person in my life- I guess I was afraid of possibly making things awkward between us.”

I smile warmly at Chris and gentle squeezed his forearm, “I would love to go out to dinner with you... Romantically.” We both laughed at my clarification. “And if were are being honest... I’vehadacrushonyouforyears.” Whoops, I forgot how to breath.

“Wha- really?” He asked, “Are you...Are you for real right now?”

It was my turn to awkwardly rub at my neck, “Y-yeah.”

He runs his hands through his hair, looking around the room, “Wow. Just. okay” Then he steps closer to me, “Can I kiss you?”

I let out a squeak, “ What ?”

“Right, sorry, too soon. I was Just, uh, getting ahead of myself, that’s all.” He took a step back, “Forget I asked.”

“No!” I almost shout as I grab onto his wrist. I feel him tense up. “Sorry. I just mean, no as in I’d actually like that.”

“You want me to kiss you?” He asked slowly.

“Very much so.”

“O-on the lips?”

I feel my face heat up. “Yes, preferably on the lips.”

“Oh. Good.” He licks his lips and I copy the action, “Lips are good.”

He starts to lean in, and oh god this is finally happening. I’m going to kiss Chris Pratt! I place my hands on his chest as his lifts up my face. I can feel his warm breath on my lips and-

Crash.

Chris and I jump apart at the sudden sound of glass breaking. Everyone in the room, including us, looked around to find where the sound came from. After a few seconds of no one saying anything the chit-chat picked back up. Chris and I turned back towards each other. We both started to laugh.

“Maybe we can save our first kiss for after the date?”

“Hm.. I don’t know.” I tease, “I’m not really the type of girl that kisses on the first date.”

“But you were just about to kiss me!” He playfully points out.

I dramatically shrug my shoulders, “I guess I’ll just blame that on the booze.”

“Oh?” He smirks, “So are you telling me I should booze you up on the first date?”

I laughed, “No!” then playfully smacked his arm, “That is not what I am saying at all, Geez.”

He grinned, “Yeah, that sounded less alarming in my head.”

“I’m sure it did. Listen, I should really check on Dee and Jay. Make sure they are doing okay with party stuff and what not.” I started to lose some of my gusto, “Just text a time and a place, yeah? For the date I mean.”

“Yes! I will do just that-asap!”

I smile at him one last time before I merge with the crowd of people.

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Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmy GOD! I have a date!

Even with the party slowing coming to an end, with only the Ackles, Collins, and the Padalecki family left, I can’t even begin to calm down the inner excitement and pure happiness I feel in the moment. It’s not everyday I get a date! Not to mention one with my bff/crush of how many years.

“What’s got you in such a smiley mood?”  

I grinned up at Jared, “Oh, nooothing .” I sing.

“Oh, suuuure.” He teased me, “Really, what is it? You got gas?”

I choked a bit, “Wha- No!” I can’t help the belly laugh I let out, “Why would I be smiling if I had gas? I’m pretty sure I would be in pain.”

He puts his hands in the air in defense as he laughs with me, “I don’t know! What is it then?”

I calm myself before I lean towards him, “Okay, I’ll talk. Just, promise to keep this between us, okay? I don’t know how these things usually work, so I don’t want to screw anything up.” I pause and waited for his reaction. He silently nods his head and leans down towards me. “I have a date!” I whisper happily.

Jared doesn’t say anything for a few beats as I can tell he is processing what I just said. Finally he asked: “ What?”

“ I have a date! Like, a date-date! With romantic intentions and every thang ” I chuckled at my stupid joke, “Yeah, Chris asked me. Well, I guess you could say we agreed on it? Whatever, the bottom line is I have a date with Chris Pratt!”

“Wow that’s, really awesome Christine, I’m happy for you, really,” He cleared his throat and glanced around the kitchen, “It’s just…” He leaned against the island, “Christine and Chris?”

“Wha-” I didn’t understand the question until I noticed the goofy grin, “Oh! You’re making fun of us!” I laughed and playfully swatted at him from across the counter. I sobered up quickly though when I actually took a moment to ponder on it, “oh God, I didn’t even think about that,” We broke out into a fit of giggles again, “It does sound kinda silly doesn’t it.”

“What sounds silly?” Jared and I turned towards kitchen entrance where Jensen was resting against the doorway.

“Nothing.” Jared quickly answered before I could say anything. “What’s up?”

“Well, everyone is sitting in the living room right now so,” They shared a look before Jensen addressed me, “Come on, sweetheart. We got a surprise for you.”

I followed the taller men to where Danneel, Misha, Vicky, and Gen were sitting around and chatting. Everyone stopped talking as Misha got up and handed Jensen a small, green box. “We thought you should be the one.” I heard him say.

Jensen cleared his throat and turned towards me. “Here. This is from all of us.” He bashfully thrust the box into my hands and I couldn’t help smile smile up at him.

I stood in front of everyone as I stared at the silk covered box, “You guys didn’t have to get me anything. If anything I should have gotten Jensen and Dee something.”

“Nonsense, sweetie. You being here with us is a gift enough. We love you.” Everyone made a sound of agreement with Danneel’s statement.

“I love you guys too.” I gushed as I opened the box to reveal a copper key. I could tell right away that is a house key, “Aw, you guys are giving me a spare house key?” I smiled at Dee and Jensen, “that’s so sweet, thank you!” I went to hug them but Jensen put his hands up.

“Actually, it’s not a spare.” He took a quick glanced towards the others, “It’s yours.”

I tiled me head in question, “I don’t understand.” I looked at Danneel for an answer.

“What Jensen is saying,” She stood up and grabbed my hands,  “is that the key,” She squeezed my hands, “As well as the house. Is yours.”  

I blinked up at her, “What?” I still didn’t understand what she was saying. There was no way she meant-

“We bought this house.” Misha jumped in, “All of us. For you.”

“And we all picked out the furniture and decor as well.” Gen added as well as Vicky cheerfully said, “It was a lot of fun.”

All of this was too much. I could feel my eyes had started tear up as my whole back shook as if I was cold. “Why?” Was all I could muster.

“Because we love you.” I looked at Jensen with awe. “You're family, Christine. And we wanted you to be close to home.”

“What do you say? Wanna live closer to this zoo of a family?” Jared joked and we all chuckled.

“I don’t know what to even say. I-”

“Just say yes.” Jensen stepped closer to me, “that’s all you have to say right now.”

I finally break and let the tears freely fall, “Yes!” I choked out and brought Dee and Jensen into a tight hug. Jensen pulled me away from Dee and kissed me hard on the mouth. I felt someone claw at me and I turned my head to see Misha was now behind me. He grabbed me from Jensen and kissed me as well before he brought me into his arms. I rested my face into the crook of his neck before I made my way over to Vicky, Gen, and Jared. Everyone was crying now but none of us could be happier. “Thank you.” I finally said after calming down a bit, “I really love you guys.”

“We love you too.” Dee said as she handed me a blanket, “Why don’t you head up. We will all be staying here tonight. If that's okay with the owner,” She teased me. “That way we can all get up at a decent time and have breakfast.”

“Of course you guys can! Whenever you like. And breakfast together sounds lovely,” I started to head upstairs, “I would hope you all made yourselves a copy of house key, ya?” Everyone shook their heads yes and we all bid each other a goodnight.

It wasn’t until I was curled up in my new king size bed that I realized I shared a tender kiss with Jensen .

As well as Misha.

Thankfully I was too happy about everything else that happened to overthink it.

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Fr: C-Pawnee(Chris)

CP:

Good morning, beautiful ;)

Hope you slept well in the

Ackle’s new house!

Hopefully no ghost. ;)

 Me:

Good mornin’ to you as well!

And I slept good! Thankfully

no ghost in my new home!. xD

CP:

....Wait, what?? Your moving

in with the Ackles? That’s so cool!

Me:

No, the place is mine! They bought

me a HOUSE! <3 <3

Sorry I just assumed they told ppl

^.^’

CP:

It’s all good. Wow that is so sweet of them

CP:

Did you have any idea that they

were buying it for you?

Me:

No! It was a complete surprise.

Me:

This means I for sure will be able to hang

w/ you while you are in town! Lol

CP:

Awesome!!!!!!!!

CP:

Good cuz I’m missin ya already ;)

Me:

You sound like Misha xD

Me:

It’s only been one night!

CP:

And? ;)

Me:

*eye roll emoji*

Me:

I guess we should remedy that soon

CP:

Oh yea?

CP:

What did you have in mind?

Me:

Hey now! I thought YOU were suppose

to be taking ME out? ;)

CP:

Oh, I’ll take you. ;) ;)

Me:

!!!!

Me:

You. DOG xD

CP:

Woof. ;)

I smiled down at my phone as I headed down the stairs to the kitchen. The smell of waffles and bacon hit me before I even entered the large room.

 “Good morning, sunshine!” Danneel stepped away from the stove and kissed me on the cheek, “you sleep alright?”

 “Like a baby,” I smiled back. I glanced around the empty kitchen, “where is everyone?”

 Dee went back to the stove and turned a few slices of bacon, “The Padalekskis' had to head home-trouble with the kiddos,”

 “Oh no,” I mumbled around a piece of bacon.

 “Everything is fine. Something just came up with the sitter. Vicky is around somewhere. Jensen and Misha are taking a shower.”

 For a split moment I played with the idea that they were showering together but shook my head. I knew better. “Everyone should be here soon.”

 Just on cue Vicky showed up behind me and hugged my waist. She rested her chin on my shoulder, “mornin’.” I brought my clean hand up and gentle patted her hair. She stayed attached to me until Jensen and misha walked in.

 “Mornin’ sweetheart,” Jensen purred as he walked up to me. I lifted my head to say good morning back but before I could he gentle placed his lips to mine. He lingered a moment before he stood back up and went over by the stove as if what had just happened was normal. As I stood there stunned, Misha swooped in and did the same exact thing. Okay, is this like, becoming a normal thing for them now?? I blinked rapidly before I gave Vicky a look as she was watching the whole exchange. She had a dreamy look on her face that only added to my confusion.

“So what's on the agenda for today, guys?” Dee asked the group as she dished everyone a plate of bacon and waffles. We all sat down at the large dining table.

 Jensen spoke up with a mouth full of eggs, “I was planning on taking Christine and Mish to the brewery this afternoon.”

“No Danneel or Vicky?” I asked over the rim of my coffee.

“Dee and I have some shopping to do. And before you ask, no. You get to enjoy time with the boys today.”

Danneel jumped in, “We want to get you some extra stuff for around the house so you don’t have to move it down with you.”

 That made me pause, “You really don’t have to do that. I mean, I really appreciate it, but you guys bought me a house! You’ve done enough.”

Vicky reached over and squeezed my hand as Dee just smiled, “but we want to. And trust me, this stuff you won't want to have to pack.” She winked and Vicky let out a quiet snicker. I knew these girls were up to something but I ignored it for now.

“Speaking of packing; I should call my family and let them know I’m moving…And I should start looking for a job.”

 The mere mention of job hunting put a sour taste in my mouth, and I set down my fork. I’ve worked for the same school district for the last 8 years. Custodial-maintenance work doesn’t sound that glamorous, but it pays very well, and I have full insurance. I had gone to school for theatre but didn’t finish because of- issues . With such little work experience would I be able to find anything good around here?

Jensen cleared his throat, “Don’t worry about that just yet. And I’m sure we could find you something to do at the brewery.”

“You would hire me? Even though I have no experience with making beer?”

Jensen placed his hand on my thigh, “Of course we would, darlin’! We all know you have experience with heavy lifting, and that you are a hard worker.”

“Kinda have to be when you're working around kids.” Mish added playfully.

I smiled at both men, and continued eating my breakfast as I tried to ignore the heat of  Jensen’s lingering hand.

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The drive to the brewery was surprisingly not painfully long, even though the place seemed like it was in the middle of nowhere. “Oh, it’s beautiful here!” I playfully tug on Jensen and Misha’s arms as I drag them up the gravel walkway. The lights hanging in the trees was one of the first things I noticed about the area. Even though it was too early to have them on and actually see them, I could still imagine how gorgeous it would be at night. “I’m such a sucker for trees!”

Both men laughed at my excitement as I practically jumped up the stairs of the wraparound porch. Already the place reminded me of my childhood home, and I wasn’t even inside yet.

Everyone was rushing around to get ready for the day. Jensen said people tend to show up around 15-20 minutes after opening. I was so pleased to finally be here that I didn’t even think about what that meant. Once patrons started rolling in, I asked what I could do to help out. Jensen of course argued that this was supposed to be a fun time for Mish and I to just mingle, but I really wanted to help out! Plus, I argued playfully, that if I’m going to be working here I might as well get used to it before I’m actually being paid. That made the older man let out bark of laughter and sent me to the gift-shop to pick out a shirt to wear. That way I actually looked like a worker, he said.

I went with the classic black shirt, and started moving supplies from the brewing area to behind the bar. Pretty simple stuff so far, but I was enjoying myself grately.

Laughter and smiles surrounded me in the sea people. I didn’t have to hear what all the people in the building were talking about to know they were having a good time. I’m so proud of what Dee and Jay have accomplished here. I was delighted to see so many bashing in the pure joy their dream was making.

I felt a hand slide across my lower back, “What’s with the goofy grin, sugar.”

I smiled up at Jensen, “This.” I gesture around the crowd of people, “It’s amazing, Jay. I’m so proud of you and Dee.”

He doesn’t say anything at first so I glanced back up. The smile on his face told me he was also proud. But there was something else there too. And it didn’t go away as we held each other's gaze for a little too long.

Wait- Was he leaning in? Before I could finish the thought we hear a loud Jensen! from a few feet away. Misha came at us with a worried brow which quickly changed to a pleasant smile.

“Sorry, the guys in the back said they needed a word with you.”

Jensen removed his hand from my body, “yeah, okay. I’ll be back quick.” And before he could sneak off Misha whispered something in his ear. Jensen just shook his head and rushed off.

I stepped closer to Misha, “I hope everything's okay?”

“Of course!” He boosted, “Just normal business keeping stuff.”

I side-eyed him, “Business keeping stuff?”

“You know, bookkeeping, numbers and- stuff.” He shrugged his shoulders and scratched the back of his neck.

I let out a snicker, “Okay, Mish. Imma go get a beer.” I gently patted his arm before I headed towards the bar.

Sipping on the cool, dark stout I glanced at my phone. I had a new text from Chris! I felt my face heat up, and I coughed. I can’t believe I’m getting so worked up. It’s just a text! It’s like I’m a teenager again, geez . I take a huge gulp of my drink to calm my nerves.

“U-um excuse me, miss?”

I turn towards the women standing behind me. I could tell right away that she had to have been fresh out of high school. And a Supernatural fan; if the shirt and sweatpants were anything to go by.

I push my glass away as if to protect her from it, and smile, “Hi!”

“Sorry to bother you, I just- I was wondering...”

I gave her my full attention, “It’s okay, sweety. What’s up?”

She bashfully tucks her hair behind her ear, “I was just wondering… Are you friends with Jensen and Misha?”

And suddenly I can’t breathe.

tbc.

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She bashfully tucks her hair behind her ear, “I was just wondering… Are you friends with Jensen and Misha?”

 And suddenly I can’t breathe.

 Shit, shit, shit Christine, what did you think was going to happen?!

I take a deep breath and try to calm my racing heart. "Uh, yeah. I'm friendly with Jensen, technically speaking." I reply, glancing over at Jay who is now engrossed in conversation with some of the other guests. 

I can feel her brown eyes on me and I turn my head to look into them. "And Misha too. In the sense that I just help out once in a while here at the brewery." I lie, adding a forced grin. I was rambling and heading into deep waters. 

She studies me for a moment, her gaze intense yet unreadable. "Interesting," she finally says, a small smile playing on her lips. "Well, I'm glad you're here tonight. It's always nice to meet new faces in this place."

Her words catch me off guard, and I struggle to find a response. Before I can gather my thoughts, Jay appears at our side, a drink in each hand. "Sorry to interrupt, ladies," he says smoothly, handing a glass to the woman beside me. 

I watch as the woman thanks Jay with a dazzling smile, the tension easing between us. As the night goes on, I find myself drawn into conversations with the other guests, my initial unease melting away in the warmth of their camaraderie. 

I drift from one group to another, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filling the air around me. I catch glimpses of Jay across the room, his magnetic presence commanding attention wherever he goes.

As the evening wears on, I find myself drawn back to the bar where Jensen is holding court with a group of customers. He spots me and grins, waving me over to join them. I weave my way through the throng of people, feeling a sense of belonging I hadn't expected when I first arrived.

Jensen hands me a drink and slings an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into the circle. "Glad you could cone along, sweetheart, " he says with a wink. "Today wouldn't be the same without you."

I look around at the faces of the people gathered around me, feeling a surge of gratitude for Jensen, but also a bit shy. I could tell some of the patrons, who were very clearly SPN fans, eye me worryingly. 

Jensen announces that it's time for a toast. The room quiets down as he raises his glass, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "To new beginnings and unexpected connections," he says with a smile.

I try not to tense as I hear quiet mummers to the left of me. 

"To new beginnings and unexpected connections," Jensen repeats more confidently, his voice ringing out over the hushed crowd. Glasses clink together in a harmonious chorus as everyone raises their drinks in unison. I take a sip from my glass, the cool liquid soothing my parched throat.

As time progresses, the atmosphere becomes more lively again. Music fills the air, and people begin to dance, their movements fluid and carefree. I find myself caught up in the whirlwind of excitement, letting go of any lingering reservations.

I catch glimpses of Jay and Mish moving effortlessly through the crowd, their infectious energy spreading like wildfire. 

Hours pass in a blur of laughter and music, until finally, the night begins to wind down. The guests start to say their goodbyes, some exchanging hugs and promises together to meet again soon. I linger by the bar, savoring the last few moments of the joyous atmosphere before the last customer leaves, and Jensen locks up the front. 

Misha appears at my side, his usual charm softened by a hint of sincerity. "You did good tonight," he says with a smile.

"I'm glad you decided to join us. It was a pleasure having you here," Jay adds as he walks up to us, his gaze lingering on mine. I feel a warmth spreading through me, a sense of belonging settling deep within my chest.

"Thank you," I reply, my voice quiet but filled with genuine appreciation. I watch as Jay's smile widens, a flicker of something unspoken passing between us.

The three of us walk out into the cool night air, the echoes of laughter and music still ringing in my ears. A sense of contentment washes over me as we make our way home,

home,

knowing that tonight was just the beginning of something extraordinary.

****

I wake up the next morning feeling a sense of nostalgia for the vibrant energy of the previous night. The memories of yesterday swirl in my mind as I go about my morning routine, a smile playing on my lips. I decided to send Jensen a quick text; a message expressing my appreciation for the wonderful evening and the warmth I felt in his company. Almost immediately, Jensen responds with his trademark enthusiasm, inviting me to join him and the others downstairs for breakfast. 

Excitement bubbles up within me as I eagerly accept, looking forward to whatever the day might bring. I skip a few steps of my morning skin routine and throw on a set of baggy clothes Jay gave me to borrow, before rushing down stairs to a waiting breakfast. 

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon greets me as I descend the stairs, my anticipation building with each step. I find Jensen and the rest of the group gathered around a large wooden table, their laughter filling the room like a familiar melody. Jensen spots me and waves me over, his smile infectious as always.

"Hey there, sleepyhead! Glad you could join us," Jensen exclaims, pulling out a chair for me to sit. I thank him and take a seat, feeling a surge of gratitude for the genuine warmth and camaraderie that surrounds me.

As I dig into the delicious spread of breakfast foods laid out before us, the conversation flows effortlessly. Stories from the previous night are recounted with shared laughter, creating a tapestry of memories that bind us together in this moment.

Jay sits across from me, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he regales us with tales from our past adventures. A few I completely forgot about, and ones I wish he wouldn't bring up again. I find myself laughing more than not, the easy banter between everyone easyasing something inside me.

“So I hear you have a date, Christine.”

I freeze mid-bite, my fork hovering in the air as Dee’s words sink in. The group falls silent, all eyes turning to me expectantly. Heat rises to my cheeks as I search for a response, my mind racing to catch up with the unexpected topic.

"Uh, well, I... I mean, it's not really..." I stammer, feeling Jay and Mish’s gazes intensifying. Jensen chuckles dryly across from me, a glint of something in his eye as he nudges me gently under the table.

"Come on, spill the details! Don't leave us hanging," Jensen urges with a grin that doesn't quite meet his eyes. The rest of the group chimes in, encouraging me to share whatever tidbits I'm willing to disclose.

Feeling a mixture of embarrassment and amusement, I take a deep breath and decide to lean into the moment. "Okay, okay," I begin, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "I might be going on a date, date, with Chris Pratt..."

A chorus of excited gasps and teasing remarks fills the room as I recount snippets of my interactions with Chris a few nights before. Jay leans forward, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as he presses for more details, his easy charm making it impossible to resist sharing more.

As the conversation unfolds, I find myself opening up in a way I hadn't anticipated, Jensen and the others listen intently, offering words of encouragement and playful teasing along the way.

“Honestly, a part of me is thinking of backing out.” 

“really? But you were so excited about it when we talked in the kitchen.” Jared pointed out with a mouthful of eggs. Gen playfully slapped his shoulder and told him to chew your food before you open your big mouth. I snicker behind my cup of coffee. 

“Oh, I was.” I shrug, “but I'm allowed to change my mind.” The fan from last night flashes in my head. Something about that glimpse of an interaction has me questioning a lot of things. 

“Of course you are, babe,” Vee smiles warmly, “whatever you choose to do, we all support you whole heartingly.” she shares a look with Misha I can't quite read. It was then that I realized he hasn't said much since the topic was brought up. 

I mumble my thanks and bring my full attention back to my plate. 

The morning stretches on, filled with laughter and more shared stories, until eventually, the last crumbs are cleared away, and the group starts to disperse. I linger at the table, savoring the warm sense of family that lingers in the air.

I excuse myself to change into more comfortable clothes for a light jog. Now that I was living in a new neighborhood I figured I should make myself accustomed to it. 

****

The weather was perfect. Slightly sunny, with a cool enough breeze. It doesn't take me long to venture out of the Neighborhood and into a more populated area. 

With my headphones in, it's easy for me to get lost in my own world, so it came as a surprise when I almost ran into a pair of teens. “I'm so sorry! I should watch where I'm going.” I laugh awkwardly hoping to discuss any possible issues, but as I pass them I swear I hear one of them whisper isn't that her?

A cold sweat runs down my spin and I pause by a nearby bench. I take in my surroundings more closely. Loads of people were out enjoying the Texas air. A few of them, I noticed quickly, seemed to be looking my way. 

A voice in the back of my head tells me to open up social media. I skim through the few I use the most, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary…

That was until I looked up the Brewery’s page. There, in the tagged photos, was me. Not only me, but me with Jensen and Misha. Laughing, chatting in close proximity, one even where it looks like Jay and we leaning in for a kiss. 

My stomach turns sour, and I feel dizzy, causing me to crash down onto the bench, trying to control my breathing. 

So many comments. 

So many comments asking who I was, and what I was doing there with their boys. Some even had Danneel tagged telling her to watch her man. It's hard to control the bile that surges up my throat. 

It was then I noticed the sound of fast approaching footsteps coming closer, and the shadow of someone standing right in front of me. 

I was too scared to look up. 

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It was then I noticed the sound of fast approaching footsteps coming closer, and the shadow of someone standing right in front of me. 

I was too scared to look up. 

****

“Christine, get up. I’m taking you home. Now.” I wasn’t expecting the low growl of Jensen's voice.

I finally look up and I’m thrown by the heat behind his eyes. Before I can ask him what's wrong he grabs my wrist and pulls me up like I weigh nothing, “Jensen, careful, people are staring.”

"Let them stare," he mutters, pulling me along the sidewalk toward his truck parked haphazardly against the curb. I stumble behind him, my legs still weak from the shock of what I'd just seen online.

"Jensen, please," I plead, trying to slow him down. "What's going on? How did you even find me?"

He stops abruptly, turning to face me with an intensity that makes me take a step back. "Your phone has location services on. Dee saw the posts and called me immediately." His jaw clenches as he runs a hand through his hair. "We need to get you out of here before more people recognize you."

As if on cue, I notice a small group of young women pointing in our direction, phones raised. Jensen notices too and quickly opens the passenger door, practically lifting me inside before slamming it shut.

Once he slides into the driver's seat, I find my voice again. “This is... this is exactly what I was afraid would happen."

Jensen starts the engine with more force than necessary. "I know, sweetheart. I'm sorry." His knuckles turn white against the steering wheel. "Those pictures shouldn't have been taken in the first place. Not like that." His voice softens slightly as he pulls away from the curb. "We're going to handle it."

I stare out the window, watching the neighborhood blur by. "How? Those photos are already out there. People are already speculating."

"Dee's already on the phone with our publicist. We'll release a statement clarifying you're a family friend who's been helping out at the brewery." He reaches across the console to squeeze my hand. "This isn't the first time we've had to manage something like this."

"But it's the first time for me," I whisper, pulling my hand away to wipe at tears I hadn't realized were falling. "I'm not built for this, Jay. I'm not a public person. I like my privacy, my quiet life."

Jensen sighs heavily. "I know. And that's why I feel like shit about this."

The rest of the drive passes in uncomfortable silence. When we pull into the driveway, I'm surprised to see Misha's car already parked there.

"Great," I mutter, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by it all.

"He was worried too," Jensen says simply, turning off the engine.

Inside, Misha and Danneel are huddled around a laptop at the kitchen island. They both look up when we enter, relief evident on their faces.

"Thank god," Dee says, rushing over to pull me into a hug. "Are you okay?"

I nod against her shoulder, though I'm not entirely sure that's true. When she releases me, Misha takes her place, his embrace tighter, more protective.

"I've already called the brewery," he says over my head to Jensen. "They're reviewing security footage to see who took the photos. Most likely it was a customer."

"What does it matter?" I pull away, suddenly irritated. "The damage is done."

"It matters because we need to know how to prevent it from happening again," Jensen says firmly. "This is our fault. We should have been more careful."

"No, it's my fault," I counter, my voice rising. "I knew the risks. I've always known them. It's why I've kept our... friendship... private all these years." I run my hands through my hair in frustration.

"Our friendship is what matters," Dee interjects, stepping closer. "And we're going to protect you, Christine."

My chest tightens as I back away from them all, bumping into the kitchen counter. "Protect me? This is exactly why I've always been careful! My family doesn't even know about you guys, about any of this!"

The room starts to spin slightly as my breathing becomes shallow and quick. My hands grip the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white.

"I can't—I can't do this," I gasp, feeling the panic attack building. "Everyone's going to know, they'll find out everything, my family will—"

In two quick strides, Jensen is in front of me. His hands cup my face and before I can process what's happening, his lips are on mine. The kiss is firm, grounding, like he's done it a thousand times before. My mind goes completely blank as he pulls back slightly, his green eyes locked on mine.

"Breathe," he whispers against my lips.

I blink rapidly, suddenly remembering Dee's presence. My eyes dart to her, expecting anger, shock, anything but what I see—a soft smile and eyes filled with nothing but affection.

"What..." I start, looking between them in confusion. "I don't understand."

Misha approaches cautiously, standing beside Dee. "You're family, Christine. More than family."

"But you just..." I gesture helplessly between Jensen and Dee, unable to form coherent thoughts.

"It's okay," Dee says gently. "It's always been okay."

Jensen still hasn't moved away, his hands now resting on my shoulders. "We should have talked to you about this a long time ago."

"About what?" I ask, though part of me already knows—has maybe always known—what they're trying to say.

"About us," Jensen says simply. "All of us."

Vicky walks in from the living room, a mug of tea in her hands. "I figured you might need this," she says, offering it to me with a smile that mirrors the same warmth I saw in Dee's eyes.

I take the mug automatically, my hands trembling slightly. "I don't—I'm not—" I stammer, looking at each of them in turn.

"You don't have to say anything right now," Misha says, his voice gentle. "We know this is a lot, especially on top of everything else today."

"But we wanted you to know," Dee adds, "that what you saw online doesn't change anything for us. If anything, it just speeds up a conversation we've been wanting to have with you for a long time."

"A conversation about..." I trail off, still struggling to wrap my head around what's happening.

"About how much we all love you," Jensen finishes, his voice steady and sure. "In every way possible."

I stand frozen, the mug warm in my hands, as the full weight of his words settles over me. The room is silent except for the ticking of the clock on the wall and the distant sound of birds outside.

"I think I need to sit down," I finally manage.

Vicky guides me to a stool at the island while the others give me a bit of space. I take a sip of the tea, grateful for something to do with my hands.

"How long?" I ask after a moment, my voice small. "How long have you all...felt this way?"

The four of them exchange glances, a silent communication passing between them.

"Years," Misha admits. "Since before the brewery, before this house."

"We just weren't sure if you felt the same," Dee explains. "And we didn't want to risk losing you if you didn't."

I stare into my mug, memories rearranging themselves in my mind—all the lingering touches, the meaningful glances, the way they've always made space for me in their lives.

"And Chris?" I ask, looking up at them. "If I had gone on a date with him?"

Jensen shifts uncomfortably. "That was entirely up to you. We would never wanted to stand in the way of your happiness."

"But you should know," Vicky adds gently, "that whatever you decide, we're here. We'll always be here."

I take a deep breath, trying to process everything. The panic from earlier has subsided, replaced by a strange calm as pieces fall into place.

"I need time," I say finally. "To think about all this."

"Of course," Dee says immediately. "Take all the time you need."

I nod, setting down the mug. "And in the meantime, what do we do about..." I gesture vaguely toward where my phone sits on the counter, a stand-in for the online storm brewing.

"We handle it together," Jensen says firmly. "As a family. Whatever that means to you."

I look around at their expectant faces—Jensen's determination, Dee's gentle encouragement, Misha and Vicky's quiet support—and feel something shift inside me.

"Together," I repeat softly, testing the weight of the word on my tongue.

My phone buzzes on the counter, breaking the moment. I glance at it hesitantly, but Misha reaches for it first.

"It's Chris," he says, his voice carefully neutral as he hands it to me.

I take the phone, my fingers hovering over the screen. The notification shows the beginning of his message: Hey, saw some stuff online. You ok?

"You should answer him," Dee says softly. "He's probably worried."

I nod, unlocking the phone to read the full message.

Hey, saw some stuff online. You ok? People can be pretty invasive with the whole celebrity thing. If you need to talk, I'm here.

His thoughtfulness makes my chest ache. I look up at the four people standing before me, their expressions varying degrees of concern and affection.

"What do I tell him?" I ask, not entirely sure who I'm directing the question to.

"The truth," Jensen answers simply. "Whatever that is for you right now."

I take a deep breath and begin typing: Thanks for checking in. It's been a crazy morning, but I'm safe at home now. Can I call you later maybe? There's a lot I need to figure out first.

After sending the message, I set my phone down and look back at them. "So what's the plan for handling this?"

Dee takes a seat beside me. "The statement from our publicist will go out this afternoon. It'll be simple—you're a longtime family friend who's helping at the brewery while visiting. Nothing more, nothing less."

"And the... kissing photos?" I ask, heat rising to my cheeks.

"Angles can be deceiving," Misha offers with a small smile. "The statement will address that too—just friends catching up, nothing scandalous."

I nod, though a part of me feels strange about denying what happened, especially in light of what they've just revealed.

"And what if more pictures surface?" I ask. "What if someone recognizes me at the grocery store or out running again?"

"Then we deal with it," Jensen says firmly. "One day at a time."

"And your family," Vicky adds gently. "Maybe it's time to consider talking to them?"

I close my eyes briefly, imagining that conversation. "I wouldn't even know where to begin."

"You don't have to do it alone," Misha says, moving to stand behind me, his hands resting lightly on my shoulders. "We could be there, if you wanted."

The thought of them meeting my family—my sister Jessica's inevitable excitement and barrage of questions, my parents' confusion—sends a rush of anxiety through me.

"Let me think about it," I say finally. "One crisis at a time."

Jensen's phone rings, breaking the tension. He checks the screen and grimaces. "It's Jared. He must have seen the posts too."

As Jensen steps away to answer, Dee squeezes my hand. "Why don't you go upstairs and rest for a bit? This has been a lot to process."

I nod gratefully, suddenly aware of how exhausted I feel. As I stand, I hesitate, looking at each of them in turn.

"Thank you," I say quietly. "For coming to get me, for... everything."

Misha pulls me into a quick hug. "Always," he whispers against my hair.

Upstairs in my room, I sink onto the bed, my mind racing despite my body's exhaustion. I pull out my phone again, scrolling through the notifications that have accumulated. Several texts from friends back home asking if I've seen certain articles, a missed call from my sister, and a follow-up text from Chris.

Of course. Call whenever you're ready. I'm here.

I set the phone aside and lie back, staring at the ceiling. The house is quiet except for the muffled sounds of conversation downstairs. I close my eyes, trying to make sense of the day's revelations.

They love me. All of them. In ways I never let myself fully acknowledge.

And I love them too—have loved them for years in a way that always felt too complicated, too impossible to name.

But now the impossible has a name, has four faces looking at me with hope and patience and understanding.

I drift off to sleep with the weight of choices yet to be made balanced against the lightness of finally knowing where I belong.

When I wake, the room is bathed in the golden light of late afternoon. I blink groggily, momentarily disoriented until I remember where I am. My phone shows several missed calls and texts, but before I can check them, there's a gentle knock at the door.

"Come in," I call, sitting up and pushing my hair from my face.

Jensen enters, carrying a tray with a sandwich and a glass of water. "Thought you might be hungry," he says, setting it down on the nightstand.

"Thanks," I murmur, suddenly aware of how rumpled I must look. "What time is it?"

"Almost five," he says, hesitating before sitting on the edge of the bed. "The statement went out about an hour ago. Things seem to be calming down online."

I nod, reaching for the water. "Good. That's... good."

We sit in silence for a moment, the air between us charged with unspoken words.

"Christine," he begins, his voice low and serious. "I need you to know that whatever you decide—about us, about anything—it's okay. We meant what we said about loving you, but that love doesn't come with conditions or expectations."

I set the glass down, my hands trembling slightly. "I don't know what to say, Jay. This morning I was just out for a run, and now..."

"Now you have options you didn't know existed," he finishes for me.

"Options that terrify me," I admit. "Not because I don't feel the same way, but because I do. I have for so long, and I never thought..."

Jensen reaches for my hand, his touch gentle. "I know. We all know."

"What happens now?" I ask, looking down at our joined hands.

"Now," he says with a small smile, "you eat your sandwich. And then, if you're up for it, we all talk. Really talk, about everything."

I nod, squeezing his hand before letting go. "Okay. I can do that."

As Jensen stands to leave, I call out to him. "Jay?"

He turns, his expression open and waiting.

"Thank you for coming to find me today."

His smile softens. "Always will, sweetheart. That's never going to change."

After he leaves, I reach for my phone, scrolling through the messages. I pause at Chris's name, my thumb hovering over his text. With a deep breath, I open a new message and begin to type.

Hey Chris. Can we talk tomorrow instead? Today's been... complicated.

His reply comes almost immediately: Tomorrow works. Take care of yourself.

I set the phone down and reach for the sandwich, feeling a strange mix of clarity and confusion. Whatever happens next, whatever choices I make, I'm not alone. And for now, that's enough.

Finishing my sandwich, I take a deep breath and prepare myself to face them all. Whatever happens next will change everything—our friendships, my life, possibly even my career. The reality of it settles heavily on my shoulders as I make my way downstairs.

They're waiting for me in the living room, all four of them seated around the coffee table. The conversation stops when I enter, and their eyes turn to me with a mixture of hope and apprehension.

"Feeling better?" Dee asks, patting the space next to her on the sofa.

I nod and take the offered seat, folding my hands in my lap. "So... this talk."

"Right," Misha says, leaning forward. "Where would you like to start?"

I consider the question, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. "How about the beginning? When did you all... when did this start between you?"

The four of them exchange glances, a silent communication passing between them.

"It started with us," Dee says, gesturing between herself and Jensen. "Obviously. But Misha was always... special to us both."

Jensen nods, his expression softening. "We've known each other for so long, worked so closely together. The lines got blurry."

"And then Vicky joined the picture," Misha continues, reaching for his wife's hand. "We realized we didn't have to choose. That love doesn't have to be confined to traditional boundaries."

"It wasn't easy at first," Vicky adds. "There were jealousies, insecurities. But we talked through it all."

"And then you came along," Jensen says, his gaze intense. "You fit with us in a way none of us expected."

I swallow hard, trying to process it all. "But why didn't you say anything sooner?"

"Fear," Dee admits simply. "Fear of losing you, of complicating your life."

"And then there's the public aspect," Misha adds. "Our careers, our reputations. It's not something we could just announce to the world."

"Which is why we've been so careful," Jensen says, running a hand through his hair. "Until today."

I nod, understanding their caution all too well. "And if I... if I wanted this too? What would it look like?"

"However you want it to," Dee says, reaching for my hand. "There are no rules here, Christine. Just people who love each other trying to build something beautiful."

"And private," Vicky adds firmly. "What happened today was unfortunate, but it doesn't change how careful we'd be."

I take a deep breath, looking at each of them in turn. "I need you to know that I've never done anything like this before. I don't know how to navigate something so... unconventional."

"Neither did we, at first," Misha says with a gentle smile. "We figured it out together."

I fidget with the hem of my shirt, suddenly finding it hard to look at any of them. "There's something else you should know," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I've never really talked about this with anyone before, but..."

I take a deep breath and force myself to continue.

"Obviously, I'm attracted to women too." The words hang in the air for a moment before I rush to clarify. "I mean, you’ve known this about me for a long time. I’ve just never… Never really acted on it."

Dee squeezes my hand encouragingly, and I finally look up to meet her eyes.

"I've had feelings for you, Dee," I admit, my cheeks burning hot. "And for Vicky too. For years now. But I've always been too afraid to acknowledge it, even to myself."

I laugh nervously, running a hand through my hair. "God, this is embarrassing. I'm thirty-four years old and I've never even kissed a woman. I've just... admired from afar."

"There's nothing embarrassing about that," Vicky says softly, moving to sit on my other side. "Everyone's journey is different."

"But that's just it," I say, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "I haven't been on a journey at all. I've been standing still, too scared to move in any direction."

Jensen kneels in front of me, taking both my hands in his. "Hey, look at me," he says gently. "There's no timeline for figuring yourself out. And there's definitely no shame in it."

"He's right," Misha adds, his voice warm with understanding. "Some people know exactly who they are from childhood. Others spend decades discovering new parts of themselves."

I wipe at a stray tear with the back of my hand. "I just feel so... inexperienced. Especially compared to all of you. You've built this beautiful, complex relationship, and I'm still trying to work up the courage to admit I like women."

"Experience isn't what matters," Dee says, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Honesty does. Vulnerability does. And you're showing both right now."

"Besides," Vicky adds with a small smile, "if you decide this is something you want to explore, you couldn't ask for a more supportive environment."

That draws a genuine laugh from me, breaking some of the tension. "That's true, I suppose."

"No pressure," Jensen assures me, squeezing my hands. "We go at whatever pace feels right for you. If anything at all."

"And if all you want is emotional intimacy, that's completely valid too," Dee adds softly, her eyes meeting mine with genuine understanding. "Physical intimacy doesn't have to be part of this for us to love you."

Vicky nods in agreement. "Some of my favorite moments with everyone have just been cuddling on the couch watching movies or sharing a quiet morning coffee. Maybe a gentle kiss now and then," she smiles. "But sex isn't a requirement for any of this to be meaningful."

"Exactly," Jensen says, still kneeling before me. "That goes for me and Mish too. Being in love with someone doesn't automatically mean sex is involved. Love takes so many forms."

I blink rapidly, not expecting this particular reassurance. "Really?" I ask, my voice small.

"Of course," Misha says, his expression gentle. "This isn't about checking boxes or fulfilling some predefined relationship model. It's about creating something that works for all of us, however that looks."

The relief that washes over me is unexpected in its intensity. I hadn't realized how much that particular worry had been weighing on me until they lifted it.

"Thank you," I whisper, feeling tears threaten again. "That... that means a lot."

Jensen rises from his kneeling position and sits on the coffee table across from me. "We just want you to be comfortable, sweetheart. No expectations, no pressure."

I take a deep breath, feeling some of the tension leave my body. "So what now? Where do we go from here?"

"Wherever feels right," Dee answers, her thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand. "Maybe we just start with being more honest about our feelings. No more hiding or pretending."

"And see where things naturally progress," Vicky adds.

I nod slowly, considering their words. "I think I'd like that."

"There's something else we should discuss," Misha says, his tone turning slightly more serious. "The practical aspects."

"You mean like... sleeping arrangements?" I ask, feeling my cheeks warm again.

He chuckles. "Well, that too eventually. But I was thinking more about your family, your career, how we navigate the public side of things."

"Right," I say, the reality of the situation settling back in. "The real world."

"One step at a time," Jensen assures me. "We don't have to figure everything out tonight."

"But maybe start thinking about how you want to approach telling your family about your move," Dee suggests gently. "Even if you leave us out of it for now."

I nod, knowing she's right. "I'll call my sister tomorrow. She's been trying to reach me all day anyway."

"Good," Vicky says with an encouraging smile.

A sudden pounding at the front door makes us all jump. Before anyone can move to answer it, we hear the unmistakable sound of a key in the lock, followed by Jared's booming voice calling out, "Hello? Where is everyone?"

Heavy footsteps approach the living room, and Jared appears in the doorway with Gen right behind him, both wearing expressions of concern that shift to relief when they spot me.

"There you are!" Jared exclaims, crossing the room in three long strides. Before I can even stand to greet him properly, he wraps me in a bear hug that lifts me clean off the sofa, crushing me against his chest.

"Are you okay? We saw everything online and tried calling but couldn't get through," he says, his voice vibrating through his chest against my ear.

"I'm fine," I wheeze, patting his back awkwardly, "or at least I will be if you let me breathe sometime soon."

He loosens his grip just enough for me to gulp in some air, but doesn't set me down. Instead, he pulls back slightly to look at my face, his expression softening with relief. Then, without warning, he plants a quick, firm kiss directly on my lips before setting me back on my feet.

The moment his lips leave mine, his eyes widen with realization, and he takes a step back, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, I just... I was really worried."

Gen appears at his side, rolling her eyes affectionately. "This is why we can't take him anywhere," she says, nudging him with her elbow. "Always kissing the girls when he gets emotional. Like a big, overgrown puppy who doesn't know his own strength."

"I don't kiss all the girls," Jared protests, his cheeks flushing slightly.

"No, just the ones you love," Gen replies with a knowing smile before turning to me. "Are you really okay? We came as soon as we could get a sitter."

I can't help but laugh at the familiar chaos Jared always brings with him, grateful for the momentary lightness. "I'm okay. It's been a... revealing day in more ways than one."

"I'll say," Jared agrees, looking around at the others with raised eyebrows. "I'm guessing from the serious faces that we interrupted something important?"

Jensen clears his throat. "We were just having a talk about... everything."

"Everything?" Gen repeats, her eyes moving from face to face, understanding dawning in her expression. "Oh. *Everything* everything."

Misha nods, standing to offer them seats. "Want to join us? We could use some additional perspective."

"Only if Christine is comfortable with it," Gen says, looking at me questioningly.

I consider for a moment, then nod slowly. "It's fine. You guys are family too."

As they settle onto the remaining furniture, Jared still looking slightly embarrassed about the kiss, I realize something that makes my heart swell. The circle of people who love me, who accept me without question, is larger than I ever allowed myself to believe.

"So," Jared says, clapping his hands together, "what have we missed?"

"Well," I begin, finding my voice stronger than before, "apparently I've been oblivious to a lot of things for a very long time."

"Join the club," Gen says with a warm smile. "Took me forever to realize these guys were all in love with each other."

"Wait, you knew?" I ask, surprised.

"Of course she knew," Jared says with a laugh. "Gen notices everything. Plus, I tell her everything."

"Not quite everything," Jensen mutters, shooting him a look that makes Jared's cheeks flush again.

"Anyway," Dee interjects, bringing us back on track, "we were discussing practical matters. Christine's family, her career, how we navigate this publicly."

"Right," Jared says, nodding seriously. "The real-world stuff."

"I was thinking of calling my sister tomorrow," I say, glancing around the expanded circle. "To tell her about the move, at least."

"That's a good first step," Gen agrees. "One thing at a time."

"And what about work?" Jared asks. "You mentioned needing a job here."

"Jensen offered something at the brewery," I explain, "but I'm not sure if that's the right fit, especially after today."

"What about writing?" Misha suggests suddenly. "You've always been talented. Maybe this is your chance to pursue that more seriously."

I blink in surprise. "I... I don't know. That's always been just a hobby."

"A hobby that's gotten you published under a pseudonym," Jensen points out. "Multiple times."

"Wait, what?" Jared looks between us, confused. "You're published?"

I feel my cheeks warm. "It's just fan fiction, mostly. Nothing serious."

"With thousands of followers," Vicky adds, her tone gently encouraging. "Don't sell yourself short."

"You could write from home," Dee suggests, warming to the idea. "Start a blog, maybe freelance a bit while you build up a portfolio."

"And we all have connections in publishing if you ever wanted to try something more formal," Misha adds.

I look around at their encouraging faces, feeling a spark of possibility I haven't felt in years. "Maybe I could try," I say cautiously. "It would give me something to focus on while I figure everything else out."

"That's the spirit," Jared says with a grin.

"And speaking of figuring things out," Gen says, her tone turning more serious, "what's the plan for handling the photos that are already out there?"

"The statement's been released," Jensen explains. "Simple and straightforward—Christine is a family friend helping at the brewery."

"And the photos that look... intimate?" Gen asks carefully.

"Angles can be deceiving," Misha repeats his earlier explanation. "That's the official line."

Jared snorts. "Yeah, because no one's going to question why Jensen was kissing a 'family friend' in the middle of his brewery."

"It wasn't the middle of the brewery," Jensen argues. "And I wasn't—" He stops, looking at me apologetically. "Well, maybe I was a little."

"The point is," Dee interjects, "we're handling it. The statement's out, people will move on to the next thing soon enough."

"And in the meantime?" I ask, the anxiety creeping back in. "What if I want to go for a run tomorrow? Or to the grocery store? Am I just supposed to hide away?"

"Of course not," Dee says firmly. "You live your life. We just might need to be a bit more... discreet for a while."

"I could go with you," Vicky offers. "If you want company for errands or whatever. I'm not as recognizable as these guys."

"That would be... nice, actually," I admit, grateful for the offer.

"And I can teach you some tricks for dealing with paparazzi if it comes to that," Jared adds. "I've had my share of experience."

I nod, trying to imagine myself dodging cameras like some celebrity, the thought both absurd and terrifying.

"One day at a time," Jensen reminds me gently, seeming to sense my renewed anxiety. "We'll figure it out together."

"Together," I repeat, the word feeling more real with each passing moment.

As the conversation shifts to lighter topics—plans for dinner, stories from the kids' latest adventures—I find myself watching them all with new eyes. The easy way they interact, the casual touches, the inside jokes—all of it suddenly makes sense in a way it never did before.

They've been a family all along, in every sense of the word. And somehow, incredibly, they've been waiting for me to join them.

Whatever happens next—with my family, with the public scrutiny that might follow—I'm not facing it alone. For the first time in my life, I'm exactly where I belong.

And that knowledge, more than anything else, gives me the courage to face whatever comes next.