One Last Beginning: A Last Chance {Jensen Ackles Fanfic} *under editing*

Chapter 20: To The Edge Of Devotion

"He'll be fine." Misha said uncharacteristicly quietly, placing a comforting hand on Gale's shoulder. Gale could only nod: her fear for Jensen had eaten away at her ability to, well, do anything. She stared on quietly, her eyes fixed on the floor ahead. Tears pricked her eyes when she remembered the horrific situation she had left him in. What if worrying about her got him killed?

Unable to take much more of the mounting terror, she shot to her feet.

"Right that's it. I'm goi-" Before she could go any further, Misha's hands were at her sides, stopping her.

"No, Gale. Your not going anywhere." He said firmly, shaking his head.

"You can't s-"

"Yes I can! Jensen is perfectly capable of taking care of himself, and you full well know that he can." He emphasised, his eyes boring holes into hers.

Genevieve's voice echoed in her ears: 'He's a lethal man,' So why was Gale so afraid for him?

Have faith... She repeated to herself, it becoming a droning mantra in her head. Staring ahead, she longed for Jensen's embrace, his welcoming eyes and soothing smile. Her heart slowly shattered when she'd remembered how she had seen Jensen's wide-eyed face at her faux display of a hard, cold expression and how she'd reduced him to the mess that he was.

Why am I such a problem?!

Gale fell to the floor, her body giving up. If it was going to function, she needed Jensen with her. He was her heart and soul. And with that she cried. Cried and cried. But only for him.

***

Jensen pulled up near the empty driveway, slowing his car down until it came to a halt.

"Are you sure your okay?" An alarmed voice poured out from the Bluetooth device attached to his ear.

"Yeah, Amy," He gritted out exasperatedly. "Thanks anyways." With one swift move, he ended the call, sighing heavily when he looked at the club opposite him. Heart still pounding against his ribs, he swallowed hard.

Pull yourself together!

He was still recovering from what had happened with Gale. The fact that he had caused this, caused her to become the wreck she was, ripped apart his entire being. Images of her crying and pleading him not to go sliced at his already beaten heart, ice pouring out and spreading throughout his body. An overwhelming sense of guilt foreboded him, his mind screaming at him to return back to her, back to her so he could just embrace her... He snapped himself out of by violently shaking his head, and cautiously stepping out of the car. His eyes roved the empty, dank backstreets of old, decrepit buildings. Staring ahead at the back entrance to the club, he confidently strode his way in, his hand touching his knives and guns instinctively. When all he saw was old, disgusting men hovering over very interested women, he swiftly made his way past them all, flickering lights lighting up the narrow hallway. Abel was resting his ugly ass on the roof, and Jensen had full intention of meeting him there. Seeing a flight of stairs, he rounded on them, ignoring the way they creaked under the pressure. Advancing nearer and nearer to the roof, Jensen prepared himself as he knew Abel was not one to lay down quietly for anyone. Sudden images of his dead family whirred through his head, grim determination lighting up his features. But most of all, after this was all done, he could be at peace with Gale. He sped up his pace, often shoving drunk men out of his way, and before they had even registered that they had been thrown to the side, Jensen had disappeared. Reaching the stairs that led to the roof room, he stopped when he heard a sound. Instantly, he slid behind a wall in one smooth move, his stance confident. His ears pricked at the sound of an opening door: "Yes, sir." A grovelly old man fumbled down the stairs, who seemed to be in quite of a hurry to escape. He scuttled straight past Jensen who was scrutinizing him- but when Jensen crept up behind the man, his strong hands gripped his shoulders and twisted him around swiftly.