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18 July 2008 @ 01:44 pm
 
We can hardly believe it ourselves, but yes, it's finally here. The long awaited next part of Wonder Of My World. It halso happens to be the last chapter of this little story of ours. Once again, we apologize for the awful delay, and we hope that you will enjoy. :)


Title: Wonder Of My World (12/12)
Authors: ilovemybaby & fallonblackdays
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen, Steve Carlson, Christian Kane
Disclaimers: We don't own these people, they own themselves. None of this ever happened and, alas, the couple is not real. None of this was meant as an offence to anyone. We're just pretending, folks.
Notes: (1) Story and chapters titles and quotes all coming from various Steve Carlson's songs.
(2) Huge thanks to wake_up_older29 for the amazing beta job! *hugs*
Summary: Something's wrong with Jensen, and he makes a point not to tell Jared what is it. But when Jared finds out anyway, his reaction surprises even Jared himself.



Chapter 1 – Tell You A Tale | Chapter 2 – On The Road | Chapter 3 – Kinda Crazy These Days | Chapter 4 – I Could Never Say… | Chapter 5 – Losing My Mind | Chapter 6 - What You’re Running From | Chapter 7 – Moving Along | Chapter 8 - Between A Lover And A Friend | Chapter 9 - I Asked For Help From Above | Chapter 10 - Walk Away | Chapter 11 - All This Rain Has Got Me Down



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"Can you hear a voice beside you, at night inside your room, saying it's okay, dream away, I promise I'll be coming home soon."

("I've Learned To Love" - Steve Carlson)

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When he gets back, Chris is trying to both balance the food and drinks with one hand and open the door with the other. There’s just no way he can do it, and he eventually gives up and knocks, waiting for Steve to let him in.

He frowns when that happens and Steve motions for him to keep quiet.
“Is he okay?” he asks apprehensively when he looks over to the bed and finds Jensen asleep curled up under the covers.

“I think he’s just tired,” Steve says with a reassuring smile. “He’s cool to the touch. Besides, it’s 6am and it’s Jensen,” he adds eloquently.

“Good point,” Chris grins. “Would you mind giving me a hand?” he snaps after a few more moments spent trying not to drop everything on the floor.

Steve chuckles.
“I’d really like to see how long you can last,” he says, but he helps him lay the donuts and coffee on the table anyway. A few minutes later they’re both sitting sipping their drinks and thinking their own thoughts, lost in that companionable silence that has always come so easy between them. “So Jared called,” Steve says eventually. There’s no accusation in his voice, just soft concern.

“Yeah,” Chris sighs, taking a long sip of black coffee. “On my phone.”

Steve stares at him, puzzled.
“Your phone? Why?”

“Jen wouldn’t answer his, but he eventually took the phone away from me while I was talking to Jared. Crazy bastard,” he says with a fond smile.

“Love,” Steve says simply.

“Indeed. I’m still apprehensive though,” Chris adds after a moment, biting down on a chocolate donut. “I mean, what if, God forbid, Jared picks Sandy in the end? Jensen said he’ll still be there for him as a friend, but I really can’t see anything but more pain coming his way. It’s gonna kill him.”

Steve sighs and blows a little on his cappuccino to cool it down.
“I think Jensen’s the only one who can know that for sure. Maybe he said it because he means it; maybe he believes he can do it.”

“But he can’t do it, Steve,” Chris argues tensely. “No one can. Having the person that you love being around all the time while you’re desperately trying to forget about them? Especially when it’s your best friend?” He shakes his head. “Do you have any idea how much that’d hurt?”

Steve gives a bitter smile and looks down into his paper cup.
“Yeah,” he says quietly, so quietly that Chris almost misses it. “I do.”

Chris frowns at the sudden change of attitude, at how uncharacteristically vulnerable Steve suddenly looks.
“Steve?” he calls gently. “What is it?”

“Nothing, I just see your point.”

“Steve-”

“Hey, you should be grateful that I agree with you for once-”

“Steve.”

Steve stops his frantic, absolutely pathetic attempts at covering it up and sighs, still not looking up.

“What is it?” Chris prods again.

Steve licks his lips and hangs his head lower, looking for all the world like he’s trying to drown himself into his cappuccino.
“I just used to be in love with someone who was around all the time.”

“Someone,” Chris repeats slowly. “Who? Do I know her?”

“It’s no big deal.”

“Oh c’mon.” Chris leans over to punch his arm playfully. “I’m not gonna breathe a word about this, you can tell me. Who is she?”

Steve sighs.
“It’s not a she,” he mutters, taking a sip of cappuccino and almost choking on it.

There’s a beat of silence before Chris squeezes his arm.
“Tell me.”

Steve doesn’t say a thing, just looks down at the table and goes still, his shoulders tense.

Chris chews worriedly at his bottom lip. Whoever the guy was, it had been serious. How had he missed out on it?
“Steve,” he tries again, his tone softening. “It’s me, man.”

Steve looks up then, and there’s a dark, haunted look in his usually clear blue eyes that has Chris’ stomach clench tightly. He can place it; he knows that look, he knows what it means.

No matter how hard he tries though, he can’t find the words, and it’s only moments of excruciating silence later that he can finally find enough breathe to get something out.

“It’s...”

“You.”

When it comes, the answer makes his heart jump in his throat. His eyes go wide, eyebrows shooting up.

“Steve - ”

“You happy now?” Steve snaps, standing up and striding to the couch to pick up his jacket.

“Steve, wait!” Chris finally snaps into action, jumping up himself and putting a hand to Steve’s chest, effectively preventing him from going anywhere. “Just... Me?” he stammers, not quite knowing what to say.

“You,” Steve says flatly.

“Well...” Chris takes a deep breath. “That was... unexpected,” he says nervously, completely at a loss for what to do but willing to keep talking, as long as Steve doesn’t leave.

Steve snorts. “Go figure,” he says dryly. “Now get out of my way, will you?”

“You’re gonna leave if I do.”

“Damn straight I will.”

“So I won’t.”

Steve glares fiercely. “Chris. Get out of my way.” He says it slowly, deliberately. He’s in no mood for this, not now.

“No,” Chris says stubbornly. “There is no reason for you to leave, man.”

Steve just stares back at him, making sure his features are as blank as they can be, so that Chris won’t read anything in them. He remains silent.

“Steve?” Chris calls, uncertain.

“What, Chris?” Steve snaps again, nerves pickling under his skin. “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know,” Chris replies, finally letting go of him to run his hand through his hair. “Are you... um... Are you okay?” he asks tentatively.

Steve almost laughs. Almost. “I will be if you let me go for a walk and cool off,” he says instead. It’s a low blow, but it’s the only way he can get out of there and collect his thoughts.

“Dammit, Steve!” It’s Chris’ turn to snap now, shoulders tensing. He still doesn’t give Steve enough space to walk away. “I’m damn tempted to try and stop you again... Just...”

“No... Jay... no... wait... Jared... please...” Jensen chooses that moment to cough harshly and toss around in the bed. His breathing’s frantic and his voice’s slurred, but the pain in it is all but hidden.

“Fuck,” Chris mutters, quickly moving towards his distressed friend. “Jen? Jen, wake up,” he calls, shaking Jensen as firmly and gently as he can.

It takes Steve one look to understand exactly what’s going on, and he gives a grateful grin in Jensen’s direction before taking the chance to bail, closing the door behind him.

As soon as the click is heard, Jensen’s eyes open, a lot more calmly than Chris would have expected.

“Jen?” he calls, frowning. It takes him a moment, but as soon as he looks back to check on Steve and finds him gone, realization hits. “You weren’t having a nightmare at all, were you?” he says, eyes narrowing.

“No,” Jensen admits, sitting up and sounding wide awake. “I heard the whole thing. Man needs his space, Chris.”

“And you need not to meddle!” Chris snaps harshly. He takes a deep breath, frustration swirling around in his chest. “I’m sorry,” he mutters, because he knows that Jensen’s right, and because meddling is exactly what he has doing since the whole mess between Jensen and Jared started.

“He just needs to be alone for a few minutes,” Jensen says quietly. “Is that too much to ask? It’s not really easy to tell your best friend you used to be in love with him.”

“Yeah, I know,” Chris mumbles, running a hand through his hair again. His eyes soften. “You knew all along, didn’t you?” he says, not mad, just curious.

“Yeah, I did,” Jensen says, his own gaze softening, but he’s not apologizing.

“Damn...” Chris breathes, smiling at his own obliviousness. “Can I ask when?” He’s not sure of why he wants to know, but he asks nonetheless.

Jensen shrugs. “About three years ago. He got over it sometime last year.” He smiles. “It’s okay, Chris.”

Chris blows out a breath. “Yeah,” he murmurs, looking far ahead at nothing in particular. “It’s okay.”

Jensen frowns. “What is it?”

Chris shakes his head to clear it. It doesn’t work that well. “Hell if I know,” he says, trying to sound nonchalant. “It just... caught me by surprise, you know?”

“No, there’s more to it,” Jensen says, staring hard at him. “I know you.”

“It’s just unexpected, Jen,” Chris dismisses. “Totally unexpected,” he adds quietly, more to himself than to Jensen himself.

“He’s good at hiding, isn’t he?” Jensen says with a small smile. “You don’t have to treat him differently though, he’s over it.” His eyes harden a little, just enough to let Chris know that if he’s even contemplating the thought of giving Steve any shit about this, he’s gonna answer to him.

“I won’t treat him any differently,” Chris says, frowning at the mere idea. “He’s my friend, my band mate... Hell, I’ve known the man for years. I’m not that big of an asshole, Jen. You know that.”

Jensen rubs his hand wearily over his features, suddenly feeling like the biggest asshole on Earth.
“I know. Shit, sorry. I know.”

“It’s all right,” Chris says, smiling reassuringly. “I guess it’s just the two of us now, and we have enough coffee and donuts to keep us busy for the rest of the day.”

“Ugh.” Jensen grimaces at the very thought. “I’m not really hungry, thanks.”

“Dude, you gotta eat. You’re sick and - ” Chris trails off. “Uh... I guess coffee and donuts aren’t the best kind of food for a sick man,” he concedes, rubbing the heel of his hands into his eyes. “I’ll go find ya some healthy food, okay?”

Jensen looks at him as if he’s just lost his mind. “You are not going to fetch me some broth or vegetables or whatever...” He grimaces again.

“Well, you gotta eat something,” Chris argues. “Whether it’s healthy or not.” He walks to the table and grabs a cup of coffee and the donuts box, bringing it to he bed.

“Oh, fine!” Jensen sighs in exasperation, digging into the box. “Happy?” he mumbles around the chocolate donut he has stuck between his teeth as he gets up to rummage for some clean clothes.

“Very much,” Chris grins. “You thinking about going somewhere?” he asks, eyebrow raised.

“I just wanna wash up,” Jensen says, taking the donut out of his mouth and munching down on the bite. “I fuckin’ stink.”

“No shit,” Chris smirks, ducking swiftly to avoid the t-shirt that’s hurled his way. “What? You just said so yourself!”

“Shut up,” Jensen grumbles, walking to the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him.

Chris’ laughter follows him all the way to the shower.

+++

Two hours later, Jensen’s so glad to finally be out in the open and breathe in some fresh air that he’s almost tempted to take the longest route to his destination. He knows he has to solve it quickly though, so he resists, and soon he finds himself standing in front of another door in another hotel.

He knocks loudly, blowing out a frustrated puff of air. As if they weren’t having enough trouble already.

“Who’s that?” comes an all but welcoming voice from inside the room.

Jensen rolls his eyes. “Johnny Depp. Come on, man, open up.”

Steve looks at him with a raised eyebrow, surprise clearly written all over his face as he makes room for Jensen to walk in. “You all better already?”

“Already? I’ve been stuck in that room for two days,” Jensen snorts. He takes an appraising look at Steve and sighs. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve answers quickly. Too quickly. He rubs a hand over the back of his neck. “No,” he admits. “Not really.”

Jensen nods and leans against the wall. “Chris’ okay with it, you know?”

“He is?” Steve asks skeptically.

“Yeah. He’s just surprised. But Chris’ not really the point now,” Jensen replies, studying him carefully.

“There’s absolutely no other point to be discussed,” Steve says, sending a clear warning of ‘let’s not talk about this, I won’t have it’.

Jensen promptly ignores it, ungluing himself from the wall to walk right up to him. “C’mon, Steve. Why are you shutting me off? It’s done and over - ” He freezes, eyes going wide as realization finally hits hard. “Fucking hell... You’re still in love with him, aren’t you?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Steve mumbles, shaking his head and trying to squirm away from Jensen’s piercing stare.

“Steve.” Jensen grabs his arm and prevents him from turning away, gently but firmly. “Christ... Why didn’t you say anything?”

“What the hell could I possibly have said, Jensen? Tell me. What?” Steve should be snapping right now, instead he sounds just exhausted. Jensen’s heart clenches .

“I don’t know,” he admits, his voice as soft and soothing as it can get. “But... You should have said something... to me. Shit.” He pulls Steve into a tight hug, growing even more alarmed when he doesn’t resist. “Shit, Steve.”

Steve holds him back, his strong, almost desperate hold making Jensen’s insides ache.
“I couldn’t do it. I tried, man... I did... I just... I couldn’t... forget...”
He buries his face deep into his shoulder, and Jensen tightens his hold, swallowing the lump in his throat. He thought Steve was over it, and he curses himself for not realizing it sooner.

“Why don’t you talk to him?” he suggests in a murmur.

“Are you insane?” Steve mutters, pulling back sharply.

Jensen shrugs and gives him a small smile. “Hey, I told Jared. You can tell Chris.”

Steve’s shaking his head even before he has finished talking. “I admire what you did with Jared, Jen, I really do. But I won’t do the same,” he says, flopping down on the couch. “I can’t.”

“You won’t,” Jensen corrects gently, going to sit beside him. “Why?”

“Because I’m a chicken,” Steve says with a small bitter chuckle. “All the reasons I could point out to you, you could still say ‘Same thing between Jared and me, but I spoke up’. So I’ll just admit that I’m scared shitless and we can leave it at that, alright?”

Jensen sighs. “Look, Steve,” he begins carefully, “I didn’t mention me and Jared so you’d feel like that. I’m just saying... You can’t keep it to yourself, man. One day you’re gonna explode, and then things could get ugly.”

“You’re one pushy bastard, you know that?” Steve tries to glare, but he fails miserably. “I know you’re right,” he admits with a sigh. “I just don’t know if I can make it.”

Jensen smiles sadly. “I think you can. You’re halfway there already.” He pauses. “Chris’ worried about you, you know?”

“Yeah?” Steve’s eyes soften.

“Yeah. He picked up on my little trick,” Jensen says with a grin. “He wanted to know how long I've known about it, how long you’ve felt this way. Steve, please. You gotta talk to him.”

Steve looks like he’s faltering for a moment. “He was really okay with it?”

Jensen nods eagerly. “Yeah.”

Steve sighs. “I’ll think about it, okay?”

Jensen knows that he can’t ask for anything more than that, so he gives another nod and squeezes his shoulder. “Okay.”

“We’re really screwed, you know that?” Steve says after a few moments spent in silent reflection over both their situations.

Jensen smiles weakly, the lump climbing back in his throat. He hates it, So fucking much that he wants to scream.
“Yeah. Totally.”

“Hey.” Steve shifts closer and rubs his back in that gentle way that they both know always manages to soothe him. “Jared may talk and do shit from time to time, but he’s a nice guy. He’ll know what to do.”

Jensen bows his head and licks suddenly dry lips. “I guess I’m scared, too.”

“I know. And I understand. But it’ll be over soon, Jen. The waiting’s gonna end soon.”

Jensen straightens up and stares at Steve with clear eyes. “I want it to be over for you, too.”

“Me too,” Steve says sincerely. “I’ve been wanting for it to be over for three years.”

Jensen can’t help it. He reaches out, wraps one arm around Steve’s shoulders and brings them back to lean against the couch. He doesn’t say a word, merely keeps a firm hold on his friend and hopes that soon it’ll really be over.

+++

Chris has been pacing the room for the past half an hour, waiting for someone to come back, because it seems that both Steve and Jensen are deaf or simply ignoring their cell phones, and if they’re not back soon he’s going to eat the whole box of chocolate donuts by himself, and that just wouldn’t be cool.

The doorknob finally moves, and Chris reels around to find Steve and Jensen walking in and staring at him as if taken completely by surprise at finding him standing restlessly in the middle of the room.

“Where the fuck were you?” he snaps. “Did you mange to lose both your cell phones somewhere or were you just happily ignoring me?”

Both Steve and Jensen reach into their pockets and check their phones, cringing guiltily at the almost ridiculous amount of missed calls.

“Er...” Jensen says, shifting his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

“Sorry, Chris,” Steve offers. “We were... um... busy.”

Jensen nods in support, takes a look at the two of them, and quickly decides that he’s gotta get out.

“I’m gonna call Eric, see if there’s any news on filming schedule,” he says. It’s quite a lame excuse, but he doesn’t really care of what Steve and Chris will think of it as long as he can leave them alone.

Chris watches him leave and sighs, shaking his head in exasperated amusement.
“You want something to drink?” he says, going to open the fridge and waving a can of coke at Steve.

“Yeah, thanks.” Steve catches it easily when he tosses it at him.

Both are silent for what feels like an eternity, sitting on the couch, knees almost touching; almost, but not quite. It feels awkward, and Chris never liked awkward, not when Steve is involved.

“You okay?” he finally asks. “You just left like that, and... just... You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” Steve shifts uncomfortably on the couch. “I’m sorry about that. It’s just... I never planned to have you find out.”

“It’s all right, Steve. Really,” Chris reassures quickly. “I wasn’t expecting it, but it’s fine. I was worried when you left.”

“Yeah, Jensen told me,” Steve says, taking a sip of his coke. “Why?”

Chris blinks at him. “Dude. You left. Here one moment, gone the next. And you weren’t exactly a happy camper.”

Steve grins affectionately. “I swear you’re the biggest mother hen I’ve ever met.”

Chris raises his own can as if to toast him. “You wouldn’t have me any other way, asshole, I know that.”

Steve shakes his head and laughs, but inside, he breaks a little.
‘You don’t know, not even the half of it.’

+++

Two weeks. Two whole week since he came back from Dallas, and two days from having to fly to Vancouver. He still hasn’t heard from Jared, not one word.

Jensen picks at the strings of his black guitar and tries not to think about it, but to no avail. For the first time since he can remember, music can’t seem to be able to work its magic, and so he just sits there on the carpet in his L.A. apartment, staring blankly into space.

The sound of the doorbell almost makes him jump out of his skin. He huffs in frustration and puts the guitar aside. That’s all he needs to bring his spirits up; bills to pay. But it’s not the postman that he finds waiting for him once he opens the door.

Jared gives him a sheepish smile. “Hey. I... um... I’m sorry it took me so long to come see you.”

Jensen licks his lips, wondering about his throat having gotten so dry in the span of a heartbeat, and stands aside numbly to let Jared in. He keeps silent, not trusting his voice at all; he’s not sure of what is going to come out of his mouth if he was to part it, whether a yell or a whisper or just those broken words that his mind can’t string together fast enough to have them keep up with his reeling thoughts.

“How’s everything?” Jared asks uncertainly, looking around nervously and letting his jacket fall on the couch.

Anger flares up in Jensen’s chest, but he swallows it down.
‘What the fuck, Jared.’

“Fine,” he replies curtly. Dammit. His voice almost cracks on the word. “You want a beer?” he says, quickly walking into the kitchen.

“Nah, thanks man.”

The six pack is standing right on the table, but Jensen’s rummaging through the fridge when Jared walks in; anything to keep his hands busy, anything not to look at Jared and hear him say the words. Eventually he gives up, slams the door of the fridge shut and turns, leaning back against it.

“I’ve been going over the script for the next episode,” he says, as casually as he can, because if Jared really wants to play the game, then by God Jensen’s going to play along. “Looks like we’re in for quite a ride.”

“Yeah?” Jared asks, looking slightly taken aback for a moment. “I haven’t read the script yet, to be honest...”

“It’s pretty cool,” Jensen says, and then his gaze travels out of the window. There’s just no way that he can keep this up for long.

“I’m gonna have to read it, before Eric gets pissed at me for screwing up.”

“Mh,” is all that Jensen has to offer, suddenly very interested in the tree standing outside his window. ‘Fuck, Jay, give me something here. I can’t take this anymore.’

“Fuck.”

Jensen turns around, surprised at the tired word suddenly escaping Jared’s lips.

“You know why I’m here, Jen.”

Jensen clears his throat as if to say something, but eventually thinks better on it and just stares, silent, waiting for Jared to say the words that he’s sure will break him.

“I... I talked to Sandy,” Jared begins, quite lamely if you’d ask Jensen’s opinion, but he doesn’t quite care. Jared’s looking apologetic, and Jensen’s stomach does a sharp roll. “Well... Actually, I hardly got any word in, but I heard quite a lot.”

“Did you two make up?” Jensen has to know; he’s burning to know.

Jared shrugs. “She was cool once I got there. We actually managed a pretty good conversation. I thought she’d just scream at me,” he says with a smile. “She was willing to listen.”

The soft smile on Jared’s face is like a punch to the gut.
“So... You two okay now?”

“Yeah.”

Jensen swallows hard and forces out a smile. “Good.” His voice breaks on him, betraying him unmercifully. “That’s... good.” He turns away, not quite knowing what to do with himself but needing not to look at Jared. “I guess... I guess I’ll see you on set.”

“What?” Jared sounds confused behind him, and Jensen can hear his steps as he walks up closer. “What are you talking about?”

“You and Sandy... I’m... I’m glad, man.” Jensen feels like throwing up. Had he really thought, even for a second, that Jared could ever leave her for him? ‘Idiot.’ “Just... just gimme a couple of days.”

“No, Jen, no!”

Jensen startles as Jared grabs his shoulders and spins him around, staring at him with wide eyes.

“No. Me and Sandy... we’re cool. As... as friends.”

Jensen sighs. “Yeah, Jay, I know - ” He freezes, the words finally sinking in. He moves his lips soundlessly like a gasping fish for a few times before his voice finally decides to cooperate. “You... what?” It’s only a whisper, but he figures that it’s still better than gaping.

“We broke up,” Jared says with a smile. “I needed to make a decision, and I did.” He reaches out and cups his cheek, thumb rubbing over Jensen’s stubble.

“You... you chose me,” Jensen murmurs in a daze, still not daring to believe it, his heart racing wildly in his ribcage.

“Exactly.” Jared’s smile widens, dimples carved deeply in his cheeks. “I chose you.”

Jensen takes Jared’s face in both hands, feeling the tears spring up and escaping, and quite frankly not giving a damn. He brings Jared closer and kisses him, breath shaky but lips sure as they find Jared’s mouth.

It’s soft and unhurried, both tasting each other as if it was the first time.

Eventually Jared pulls back, leaning their foreheads together and wiping Jensen’s tears with the pad of his thumbs.
“Hey,” he murmurs. “Why’re you crying?” he asks quietly, pressing soft kisses over Jensen’s cheeks.

“I missed you,” is all Jensen says as he holds Jared close. “So fucking much.”

“Me too, Jen,” Jared says, mapping out Jensen’s features with his lips.

Jensen relishes into the touch of Jared’s mouth over his skin before he moves to leave his own trail of kisses all the way down Jared’s neck.
“I love you,” he whispers over the soft skin.

“Me too. I love you so much, Jen.” Jared’s arms sneak around him, enveloping him. “I’m sorry it took me so long to come back to you. I’m so sorry.”

“Shhh.” Jensen holds him back just as strongly and kisses his jaw softly. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” he whispers into his ear. “Jay?” he calls after a moment. “Will you make love to me now?”

He can feel Jared shiver against him at the words. “Now and always,” he murmurs roughly, biting at Jensen’s earlobe and licking it softly. “Every time you want.”

Jensen smiles, letting Jared’s words and touch lull him into bliss. Steve once told him that past and future don’t always matter, and he knows now that his friend had been right. It doesn’t matter that Jared couldn’t love him back then, as long as he’s loving him now.


END.

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And it's done. This is the last of our little tale. We hope that you enjoyed reading as much as we enjoyed writing, despite the bumps along the road. Thank you to everyone who stuck with this fic even with our awful, awful posting schedule (again, many apologies for the wait that we put you through *hangs head in shame*). Your support is appreciated a lot more than words can express. :)

We're working on a sequel, but since we don't want to make the same mistake that we did with this story (namely making you guys wait for months between one update and the next due to RL issues), we're not going to start posting until it's all neat and fixed. ;)

Once again, thank you to everyone, you're all made of awesome. ♥

 
 
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Cami: spn | dean - el deanoilovemybaby on July 21st, 2008 09:30 pm (UTC)
Yeah, it's dooooooooone!! Finally, huh?! =DDD

LOL! Yeah, there are some stuff hanging in this one, but they'll all be sorted out on the sequel! We hope to post it soon, without leaving you guys waiting for the next chapter as we did on this story ;-)

Thanks for reading, and thanks for the super sweet comment, darling! *hugs*