Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #129: Phone Bill (Pt. 2)

Imagine: This is a continuation of Phone Bill, once more written by the amazing talented absolutely awesome Grace. I hope you guys enjoy, she worked really hard.

A/N: I'm so sorry guys, but updates are probably gonna be even fewer and further between than before, because I'm currently writing another fanfic and taking a crack one of my first OCs, so it's taking up a lot of my time and attention. I hope to be able to release the fic either as a completed work or be able to have a firm schedule to release the chapters, which is why I'm not really going to do anything about posting until I'm done or close to done with the fic. I'm sorry that this book is kinda dead right now, but hopefully I'll get back into the Supernatural mood when season 15 airs.

Age: I'm pretty sure she's twenty four if I remember correctly.

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     Both boys looked between the phone and Gen, watching her expression change from shocked to terrified, and that only fueled their curiosity even more. Jensen put the phone on speaker, "(Y/N)? What's going on, what are you sorry for?" The two men locked eyes for a moment, having a silent conversation between themselves.  

     "Umm— nothing's wrong. Not really— nothing you boys need to concern yourself with. How are the kids? It feels like forever—" Jared cut you off before you could go off on a tangent and try to distract the boys, and hopefully make them forget the mess you inadvertently made.  You knew that it wasn't going to be that easy, though. They were strong willed, and when they wanted to know something, nothing could stop them from excavating the information out of someone. 

     "Don't try and change the subject. What's going on? And don't even try to lie, we can always tell when you're lying." It was true; Jensen and Jared prided themselves on the fact that they knew you so well. 

     "I— I'd really rather not talk about it right now, guys." They heard the way your voice shook with ill-constrained emotion as you tried to keep your voice steady. There was a shuffling sound on the other end before you spoke again. "Can we talk about something else? You guys don't have to worry, I just haven't heard from you in a while and really don't want to talk about me. How are the kids?" Jensen looked over at Gen, seeing the way her eyes glossed over, and how she avoided eye contact. He wanted to know what was going on, but the look on her face made him realize that it didn't matter what he wanted.  This was about you, and anybody who knew Jensen, and Jared for that matter, knew that there was little in this world that the boys wouldn't do for you. Jensen gave a quick shake of his head to Jared, and that was all that needed to be said for them to drop the subject momentarily.

     "Okay, that's fine, (Y/N/N). The kids are doing well, JJ started school and the twins are in preschool still. I can't wait until you finally get a break to come home, so I can introduce them to you in person. I mean they practically know you already, and you're, like, their favorite person, but FaceTime doesn't do it justice."  There was a brief pause before your soft laugh filled the air, and both boys smiled at the sound. Gen still looked a little panicked, but Jared's firm hold on her hand seemed to ground her.

     "I can't wait 'till I get to come home either." Your voice was soft, almost too quiet for them to hear. 

     "Any idea when that might be? It's been four years, sweetheart, they've got to let you go eventually, even though I'm sure everything would crumble at the seams the second you left." Jared laughed out, but quickly stopped when he felt his wife's grip on his hand tighten. He looked over to see her anxious gaze locked on the phone, but it let up some when she heard you laugh for real this time.

     "Yeah, probably.  I have to remind half of these guys to stop and eat before they work themselves into an early grave. It's all too easy to get caught up in the drills, and training and stuff, but we know all too well what that feels like." There was a slight bang on your end of the line before your voice carried through the receiver once more. "Hey, sorry guys, I have to go."

     Gen spoke up for the first time, her voice tight but still had an edge of softness to it that she reserved only for you.  "Is everything okay?"

     "Yep, everything's fine, someone just walked into my room is all.  I will talk to you all later, alright?"

     "Of course sweetheart, don't be a stranger. Call us night or day; we always have time for you." Jensen said as he picked up the phone.

     "Of course, Jay. I love you all. Talk to you soon." You hung up the phone, the receiver going blank for a moment before Jensen pressed end.  

***

     After arguably the longest week of your life, you were finally released from the med bay at the base, and being prepared for transport. The plane was set to take off at four-thirty in the morning, so you and James had to get up before the sun if you had any hope of making it to the meetup in time. It was probably a bad idea to get right out of the hospital, fly for multiple hours and cross time zones, only to land and go straight to a party, but you were willing to put up with some lack of sleep, jet lag, and undoubtedly pain, if it meant that you got to see everyone again. It also helped that this was a private military plane that specialize in transporting wounded veterans.

     "Are you excited?" James asked as the flight attendants strapped your hospital bed into place, before checking and making sure everything was secure. You protested against the bed at first, but your argument dwindled down to nothing when you realized how uncomfortable it was going to be to sit for that long. You were given permission to walk with crutches off the plane, but to take it easy and relax for the next couple of weeks. Your wounds were still relatively fresh, and ached whenever you moved too fast, or twisted the wrong way. 

     "I've never been more excited and scared in my whole life. I mean, it's been four years since I've seen anyone. I've never met Arrow, Zeppelin, or Odette in person, and it kind of sucks that we met for the first time, and I'm like this." You gestured vaguely to your body before your eyes landed on the prosthetic spike that was laid across the seat next to you. You were not allowed to wear it till your stitches were completely healed and taken out, but they gave it to you early so that you would have it when the day came. James saw the look of self-doubt slowly etch itself into the worry lines on your face, and reached out to grab your hand.

     "There is nothing wrong with the way you are now. Everyone will be so glad to see you, and the children will love you no matter what. You're caring, strong, loving personality will shine through whatever screen of self-doubt you put up." You squeezed James's hand in thanks before relaxing back into the slightly stiff and scratchy hospital issued sheets. James was settled into a chair that reclines all the way back, and was big enough for him to flip around on his front so he didn't aggravate his own injuries.

     "We should probably try and get as much sleep as we can because we both know we aren't getting any once we get there." You both settled into the makeshift beds, all too eager to catch a few hours of missed sleep.

***

     A shrill ringing woke James up, and he reached blindly for the blaring device before it had the chance to wake you, too.  Without thinking he answered the phone, having no real idea what he was doing before it was too late.

     "James? Sorry if I woke you up dear, I was just calling to check in on things." Genevieve's sweet voice filled the line, and a relieved sigh left him. 

     "Oh thank god, I blindly picked up the phone so it wouldn't wake up (Y/N), not thinking that it could be someone else." James sat up with a wince and reverted his 'bed' back to a chair. 

     "Oh, I'm sorry! You can go back to sleep if you want, and just call me when you guys land."

     "No, no, it's fine.  Everything went well, they got us boarded around four in the morning and we left shortly after that. We should be right on time to get settled a bit before going down and seeing everyone." James looked over to see you stirring before your eyes opened, seeing him on your phone.  He put it on speaker before resting it between the two of you. "(Y/N) just woke up, by the way." You raised your eyebrow in question before Gen's voice rang through the compartment. 

     "I'm sorry; you guys should be getting as much rest as you can." 

     "It's fine, Gen, I was waking up any way." Your sleep filled voice rasped out before you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes with a lethargic hand. 

     "How are you feeling?" 

     "Tired, but good overall. How's everything on your end?"

     "Everything is all set up and ready, we are heading out of here soon. The boys have panels all day, and I'm going to make sure everything is all good. I played it off like we are just going to be have a big cast dinner because a lot of people are going to be there, but close to when you guys arrive I'm going to play a slideshow that I put together of you. James sent over some really nice pictures of you and him." Gen said, and you could hear the excitement in her voice.

     "That sounds perfect. We still have quite a ways to go, so don't go too crazy until we get there okay?" You laughed. 

     "Are you sure you don't want me to pick you up from the airport? It's really only twenty minutes from the convention." 

     "Nope, you don't need to worry about that. We've got someone driving us over to the convention. We're staying overnight, and then heading back home tomorrow right?"  There's a hotel connected to the convention hall, so everyone figured it would be easiest to just stay there for the night. 

     "Yes, is that okay with you two?"

     "Yeah, I imagine the party is going to go late into the evening, and alcohol is going to be involved so it's best that everyone stays at the hotel. Not that James and I are going to be drinking. We can't drink alcohol with this medicine that we're on. It's not a good combination." You said, looking over at James as he let out a breathy laugh. You talked with Gen for a little while longer before promising to text her when you landed. You settled back into the sheets before once again falling asleep.

***

     "(Y/N)? Come on and wake up (Y/N)." Someone was shaking your shoulder gently, slowly grabbing your attention. Your eyes blinked open, and James with a huge smile entered your sights. "We're here." It took a minute for you to process his words, but you were shooting up in bed when the realization finally dawned on you. You paid no mind to the ache in your stomach, choosing to instead focus on the thought that you were finally home. After four long and grueling years, you were finally home.

     "We're here. We are finally here." James smiled, helping you sit up, gripping your shoulders to make sure you were stable. You felt like you were in a daze, the excitement and realization that you were finally home giving you an all-natural, and completely welcomed high. James laughed at your dopey smile, before pulling you into a hug.

     "You're home, (Y/N/N)." The flight attendant came around and gave you a pair of crutches, helping you stand up, and adjusting the crutches when needed. It was a weird feeling that definitely was going to take some time to get accustomed with, but it was a thousand times better than being in a wheelchair. There was nothing wrong with needing a chair, but it really wasn't your style. The crutches would do until you were able to use the spike, even though you were secretly thinking about using it tonight. Not that anyone needed to know. Getting down the airplane stairs took a lot longer than you cared to admit, but being out of the confines of the plane got you through any embarrassment you might have felt. 

     "Hey, can you do me a favor and shoot Gen a text saying we just got to the airport?" James nodded before fishing out your phone. 

     "'Hey Gen, we just got to the airport, we should be at the convention in thirty minutes or so.' Sound good?"  He spoke as he typed the words out.

     "Sounds good? Sounds better than good! I am so freaking excited to see everyone it is insane." You were literally bouncing with every step you took, and James had to reach out and make you didn't take a nosedive straight into the airport tiles. 

     "I think your excitement is justified, how do you think everyone is going to react?"

     "I mean at first it's going to be shock from the surprise of being there, and then maybe fear? I don't really know.  I know it's a lot to take in, and I'm just going to suddenly bombard them with this without any notice. There might even be some anger."

     "But you know afterwards all anyone is going to be able to do is be thankful that you are there."  Before you could reply, a 'ding' rang from your phone still clutched in James's hand. "Gen says 'OMG, I'm so excited, everyone just arrived and there starting to wonder why they can't eat dinner yet. What should I tell them?'"

     "As long as there's enough food left for us I don't really mind. Have everyone start eating, we should be there in fifteen minutes, and then we will make our way down to the room." James relayed the message. Your car pulled up not a minute later, and James helped you get in before making his way around to his side. 

     Fifteen minutes had never felt so long, but that could just be the excitement rolling off of you in droves.                      

     "Hey, so I want to run something by you, and before you protest I want you to hear me out to the end." You looked over at James and saw a look of confusion cover his features. You hesitate, wringing your hands together. "I want to wear my spike to the party— let me finish before you go all into mom mode— I really want to have a sense of normality when I see them for the first time, you know? Walking in there on my own accord, without using a crutch will really give me that. I know it's reckless, but I really need to do this." James seemed to mull over the request before nodding slighting, doing a terrible job at covering his hesitation. Or maybe he wasn't trying too.

     "I figured you would ask that at some point, and while I think it's stupid and there's nothing you need to prove, if it's something you feel you have to do then I'm not going to stop you." You smiled graciously and were about to lean over to give him a hug, but he put up his hand to stop you. "But I do have a few conditions. One, you have to be holding on to me the whole time. You've never walked on it before so rather be safe than sorry. Two, if I see that you are in too much pain or it's becoming really uncomfortable, than I'm making you take it off. I don't care who's around."

     "Deal! I promise I won't go overboard, and I'll tell you if I need to take it off!" You squealed.  You pulled up in front of the convention center, and you sent yet another text to Gen, letting her know that you were there, and making your way to the room.  She responded quickly, saying that everything was going well. She had just started the slide show, and people were starting to tear up.

     "Why don't you put the spike on once we get closer to the room so you don't have to walk too much on it? Oh, here—" James pulled out your uniform hat and placed it on your head— "So no one will recognize you." You didn't really think anybody would recognize since you were in your uniform, and, you know, missing a leg— but there was always that possibility. You were at a Supernatural convention after all. 

      The closer you got to the room, the more anticipation you felt. It felt like your heart was about to explode from your chest and run to your loved ones on its own accord if you didn't hurry up.

     "Here, let's stop here and put it on, the room is right down this hall." James got the spike out of one of the bags he was holding.  You sat down on the bench, and let him pull up your pants leg. He quickly slipped on the sleeve that protects your skin, before locking the prosthetic in place.  "How does that feel?" James was eyeing you for any signs of discomfort.

     "I won't truly know 'till I walk on it."  He took both of your hands and slowly lifted you to your feet, placing you on his arm before grabbing both the bags as well as crutches.

     "Are you sure you got all that?"

     "You just worry about walking for now.  We will take it nice and slow. Let me know if you need to stop." You nodded, taking the first step. Putting weight down on the prosthetic was an odd experience. There was no real 'pain' to speak of yet, just pressure. The first couple of feet were wobbly, and you relied heavily on James's arm to make it to the door of the room, but you made it there nonetheless. 

     James peeked his head into the room, and smiled at what he saw.  There must have been at least twenty people in the room, and all were misty eyed while watching the screen. 

     "Are you ready?"  

     You smiled, grinning from ear to ear, and gripped his arm even tighter. With your free hand you pushed the door open, bathing the dim room with golden light. 

     "Hell yeah."

***

     Jensen, Jared and Misha all kept their eyes locked on the screen before them, smiling as each picture of you that passed. There were ones of you on set, goofing off with the boys, ones from when you were a baby, and even some recent ones of you in the marines. They laughed at a short clip of you beating a broad-shouldered man in a push-up contest and smiled warmly at a picture of your unit holding you up on their shoulders while you flexed your biceps with a toothy grin. Each picture left them laughing or 'awwing', until another video suddenly started playing. You were in your uniform pants, but your jacket was tied around your waist while you bared a black tank top. You were smiling at someone off camera, a hand on your hip. 

     "Hey, (Y/N)! Why don't you explain to the people while you are always wearing two sets of dog tags?" The person behind the camera said, and your hand subconsciously clutched the tags as you turned your attention to the camera you'd just discovered.

     "Oh! Well, James—" You laughed, and it was absolutely subliminal music to everyone's ears— "These are mine of course—" James got a close up of the tags— "and these are for my family back at home."  Upon closer inspection everyone could read out the names that adorned the plates. "Jensen, Jared and Misha. I really wanted something that could remind me of them, and that I could keep on me at all times.  Those boys mean so much to me, and this is like carrying a little piece of home. If I could have it my way, I'd have like twenty tags around my neck, but I figured this would have to do." You laughed again before the video cut off, signaling the end of the slide show. All heads turned towards the three boys, and tears could clearly be seen in their eyes. Everyone was crying a little bit.

     "And not a day goes by that I haven't had them with me." A voice carried in the room, one that everyone knew of course, but couldn't quite believe was there. At first people just thought they were imagining things, but the look on everyone's faces quickly revealed the truth. Someone flipped the lights on, and there you stood with your best friend, grinning from ear to ear as you held his arm lightly.