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

Chapter 16: My Liberator

Jensen sat working at his desk, his brain whirring with information. He searched through the documents, his eyes scrutinizing every word, looking for something, anything that would help him in finding Sloan. Even in the dark of night, his mind worked perfectly; it was like a machine, analysing every little detail with deadly precision. His attention every so often averted to the patter of rain outside, the sound quiet but deafening. Frustrated, after an hour of searching through the documents, he leaned back into his chair and cocked his head to the side. His tired eyes willed him to sleep, willed him to take a break... Out of nowhere, thoughts of SS occurred to him. The intense training he went through to make it into the SS, the evidence he'd gathered against Sloan... This thought that had coincidently occurred to him, made him do what he did next: Jensen suddenly sat up, and started to re-read the documents only to find the exact evidence he'd been looking for: When one of Sloan's henchmen were questioned in an interview, the thug accidently slipped up on some vital information about the ring. Jensen read the information again and again, making sure he hadn't read it wrong. Jensen's eyes wide with surprise, he scoffed at the stupidity that was the 'crime ring'. Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of revenge surged through him, grief and anger tapping at the edges of his sanity. Finally, FINALLY, a lead presented itself on these confining pages. He pulled open his laptop, his fingers all over the keypad, his eyes darting across the screen. He had stored some classified files from back when he used to work in the SS and so, when he opened the interview in a seperate document, he skimmed it, however, his eyes landed upon a quite intriguing line:

"You can't do nuttin' now. You motherfucking losers. Your so deluded into thinkin' you can find him. You gonna wish you had never messed with Abel." He read the interview, and most importantly that line carefully, each moment that passed by caused his grin to widen. Unbelieving of his luck, he looked around the room, marvelling in the silence of his victory. He printed the papers out, rested them in the folder, and turned towards the window. The pitter patter of the rain outside applauded him, causing him to let out a deep sigh, full of satisfaction. He resisted the urge to punch the air in triumph, for he would also have the chance to avenge what had happened to Gale. With one swift move, he stood up, stretching his arms about, yawning sleepily. He turned around to see Gale asleep. However, a -what sounded like to him- frightened sound escaped her, causing a jolt of worry to course through him. Seeing the sheets uncovering her, he walked over, and gently pulled the covers over her whilst dropping a soft kiss on her head. He turned off his desk lamp, pulled his shirt off and threw it upon the chair. He sat in complete darkness, his achievement still setting off fireworks in his head. He layed down next to Gale, drinking in the sight of her. He sighed deeply, wondering what went on inside that beautiful head of hers. He wondered, pondered, what he'd done to deserve such a women as Gale. He'd only dreamt of such relationships, but yet now it was what he had now. Despite the fact that she'd gotten attacked because of him, that had only spurred on her love for him; what had he done to deserve her love? She suddenly stirred, and he froze, hoping he hadn't woken her. When her eyes fluttered open, he cursed himself over and over but on the other hand, he was happy she was awake, so he could tell her about his news. But before he could do any of that, something else caught his attention entirely: Gale was breathing, hyperventilating, clutching onto Jensen's arm.

"Gale? Gale! Baby I'm right here!" His mind was raging with worry at her state, causing him to sit up straight and put the lamp on.

"J-Jensen..." His heart turned over at the fear in her words.

"I'm here baby.." He murmured, holding her hand. When her breathing calmed down, he eased her into sitting upright, his eyes darting all over her face, fright in his gaze. When she opened her eyes again, her gaze landed exactly on his eyes, finding comfort in his warm, emerald eyes. Everything was a daze; everywhere she looked was a blur but when she looked at Jensen's frightened face, it all came into focus. She felt his hand caress her cheek, causing her whole world to spin. She leaned her head into his hand, her own coming to rest over his. Her heart was beating rapidly, still recovering from the horrifying dream she had thankfully awoken from. Jensen sat right in front of her, his worried eyes searching her face.