hey so, just because im cheeky (and i couldn't sleep at all) im also posting chapter five at the same hour 😖 (and it's an apology for delaying my chapters 💔)
love u lots guys,
- xoxo, goodnight jensen ackles especially for a meet and greet supernatural and he has somewhat longish hair and he's wearing an El Rey Court t-shirt with short sleeves and you can see his veins pop and his right hand is resting under his chin and he looks too hot ❤️🔥❤️🔥
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I'm coming back from my office with some food for John. I'm excited to spend some time with my brother, out of work time. I open the door to his room with my elbow, using my back to push the door open as I hold a tray of food.
"Johnny, guess who's back-" I stop myself when I find his bed empty.
"Of course he fuckin' left." It's not too hard to guess where he escaped to. I sigh loudly as I put down the tray, losing hope to change his view on Ghost.
I'm only worried he might get mistreated, Ghost is a great guy; true, a little bit of a douche and he resents anyone and everyone but to people he cares about, he's attentive.
What? You think I wouldn't catch on?
Come on, they're super obvious about it!
They're best friends!
I'm kidding, I know they've got the feels. Well at least, Ghost is trying to figure it out and John...well with how he goes red when Ghost is suddenly kind, he doesn't hide it.
When your job is to watch, observing is a skill you obtain rapidly.
Anyways, I'm not scared, I'm only considerate. I want what's best for my brother...actually, make that plural. I always want what's best for my brothers and sisters, it's an instinct and something you stick by forever. I don't want him to experience broken hearts, I've been down that road before and...it's not steady.
I mean, I also don't want him to think that love is easy, that you can get through it easily. There are ups and downs but you should never give up.
I remember I gave up on fighting, and that's why it ended. John doesn't have to go through that if I help him.
Suddenly, my phone rings, interrupting my zoning out.
A Scottish number.
"He-llooo?" I answer sympathetically.
"Katz! Gosh it's been ages, I've been tryna get through ya!" My older sister replies back.
"Roro? Jeez, yeah it's been ages! How are you?" I exasperate, shocked a little. "Wait, hold on a second...I never gave you my new number, how'd you find me?" I demand, a little suspicious now.
"Lemme stop ya right there. First of all, rude that ya dinnae give me yer new number." She states.
"It was a need-to-know, sorry." I chuckle.
"Second of all...I kinda stalked ya, sorry." Carol apologise. "Cannae blame me, you never called me. I wanted to talk about the reunion." She reasons.
"Ohhh...right, the reunion. Everyone's coming, right?" I ask.
"Yeah everyone."
"Everyone?"
"I...I'm not sure about him...You know he hasn't contacted any of us since dad." She sighs loudly on the other side of the phone call, referring to Marcus; our oldest brother.
"Anyways! How's work? How's Johnny?" She asks in an enthusiastic mood to switch up things.
"Work is...well the same as usual; stressful and tiring. I don't know where he's run off to again," I lied. "But he's meant to be on bedrest, that little fucker." I grit through my teeth.
"How bad?" She asks with a hint of worry in her tone.
"Wound's five centimetres deep, a knife it was." I answer.
"A knife? Who would-"
"Who would bring a knife to a gunfight? I know, I asked myself the same thing." I interrupt her. Great minds think alike after all. "The boys apparently had no identity on the guy but they knew what he was doing. Guy was found hangin' when they went running after him, we sent him down to forensics. Southampton's takin' care of it." I explain.
"Should be lucky I'm giving you details on a military case, Roro." I sigh.
"Yeah yeah, forever grateful bla bla bla. I know the drill. Southampton, aye? Aren't they the dicks you hate?" She chuckles.
"Well, they're sittin' ducks, that's what they are."
"No, you hate them." She persists.
"...Alright, fine." I finally give in.
"How's Isobel? How's the married life? Oh! How was Spain?" I joke a little but it is always good to check up on others.
"Aye, she's good ya cheeky bugger. Spain was so fun! We went up to Barcelona on our last day and it was magnificent! I got myself a beautiful tan." Carol giggles. The joy in her voice, she sounds like a kid again.
"Does sound like fun indeed." I giggle with her.
Out of nowhere, I hear laughter getting closer to the room I was in. I immediately know who it is.
"Roro...guess who's coming back laughing like a little girl." I giggle, gossiping with my sister.
"Wait, was it that guy with the uhh..." she hesitates.
"The skull mask? Yep." My smirk is so strong, you can probably hear it.
"He better bring him to the reunion."
"I'm not sure, they're not that close. They're workin' on it but it's not close enough. Although they obnoxiously flirt, they act like friends." I let Carol catch up.
"Ah well, one day! I'll call you back when you're free."
"You know I'm never free."
"I dinnae want to say bye." She laughs as she hangs up. Ah, I love my family.
John finally opens the door.
"Had fun?" I chuckle with a big smirk on my face.
"Take that smug look off ya face, I went to play a game of volley." He states. "And no, before you start panickin', my stitches are still intact." He knows what I was going to ask; sly fucker.
"Good, dinnae want to stitch ya back up."
"Who was it?" He asks.
"Hmm?"
"On the phone."
"Roro. She just got back from Spain, she's in Glasgow right now." I tell him.
"Right in time for the reunion."
"You know how she is." I smile.
"Sooo...got a plus one for the reunion?" I grin at John.
"He's thinking about it."
"Oh my god, that's bloody progress! He's gonna crack out of his antisocial shell with ya!" I gasp and now excited.
"Donnae go tellin' Roro, she'll hunt him down." John warns me off.
"Right right, keepin' my promise till the reunion." I rise my hands in mock surrender.
"Rest up mate, two more nights and you can get going." I reassure him.
"Two?! You said tomorrow morning!" He says with shock, offended.
"It's what you get for going out to play. Reactivatin' your wound muscles...honestly, I cannae believe ya." I snicker.
"I hate you." He sighs.
"Love ya too." I chuckle as I exit the room.
"Two days?" A raspy voice speaks at my side.
"Bloody hell!' I jump at Ghost's words. 'How long have you been standin' there?"
"Enough to know you have a sister."
"Stalker." I mumble. "And yes, he's on bedrest for two days. Might I remind you his wound is the size of my palm and he just reactivated his wound muscles by playing a fuckin' game of volley." I glare at him.
"He's gonna get hurt because of you." I warn him.
"For Christ's sake, I can hear ya two bickerin' outside the door." John suddenly interrupts.
"Sorry." Ghost and I reply in sync.
Johnny closes the door again, leaving me a chance to talk to Ghost again.
"I'm warnin' ya, L.t, just because you're my lieutenant donnae mean I'm scared of ya. I'll go to lengths you would nae even consider just to protect my family." I glare at him again. And so I leave, stomping off to my office.
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