50 Days

Day 16

AN: Okay I feel super bad because I haven't updated in almost a month! But I've been at boarding school and didn't have the internet nor time to write on this wonderful cockles/destiel story! 

I hope you're not angry with me! And I hope you'll enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoy writing it. I've promised you in chapter "Day 15" that this chapter would have Cockles in it. So, get ready for some cockles!

By the way, is there anything you wan't me to change? Anything? Yes? No? Tell me!

Okay, have fun reading it!

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Don't fart! Just don't, I thought as I felt the pressure growing in my stomach. I was on a plane - how sarcastic - on my way to Vancouver. Jensen was sitting next to me, eyes closed, and Jared was sitting next to him, listening to music.

I remembered the last time I've farted on a plane. The pressure got stronger. I looked at Jensen. His face was relaxed, which made him look like he was sleeping. No, farting was not an option right now. I just had to keep it inside.

A loud growl coming from my stomach was heard. Jared pulled out his earphones, raising an eyebrow. "Did you hear that?"

I shrugged my shoulders, tilting my head. "No, sorry, what do you mean?"

Another growl was heard. "That!"

"Okay, Jared? Everything is alright. Keep listening to your music. You scare all the other passengers." I opened the button of my trousers unobtrusively and felt an instant relief, but it wouldn't last for long.

I sighed and got up, heading to the toilets.

We made our way through the airport, getting our luggage, passing the custom. The place was super growded and securiety people were seen everywhere. Fans of the show were waiting outside, some talking and drinking coffee. The moment they saw us they immediately started smiling and waving. I loved our fans, they were always so generous and supportive.

Instead of going to the man who was already waiting for us, we went to the group of amazing people. Jared talked to a bunch of them, while Jensen signed stuff and took pictures. A few boys and girls were talking to me, but I couldn't concentrate on them.

At the end of the group, I saw a little girl - she must have been something like sixteen. Her arms were covered with scars, her natural brown hair was dyed blond, the bags under her eyes looked heavy and dark. I could see a slight smile on her face as she saw me looking at her. She tried to make her way through the people, but they wouldn't let her pass through.

I didn't knew what it was, but I needed to talk to her, needed to tell her to stay strong and keep fighting. Maybe I felt like that, because I had a rough childhood myself.

"Hey, can you make some space for this girl right there."

The girl was genuinely surprised. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. This time her smile was more brighter. She looked to the ground as she made her way through the people. She held her left arm with her right hand, slightly brushing over her scars to remain calm.

I took her in my arms as she reached me, embraced her softly. "You gotta keep fighting," I whispered. "Promise me that."

She swallowed hard, trying to convince herself that this was really happening. "It can be tough sometimes," she muffled into my jacket.

I had to hold my tears back. I didn't understood why this got me so emotional. "I know, I know, but fighting will show its fruit. One day everything will be okay."