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Angels as enemies, the apocalypse world was far from the prettiest thing you had ever seen. You couldn't help the swirling regret that formed in your stomach the moment you heard that Ketch and Charlie had been captured. Even as a Winchester, even with the fact that you should have hated that British bastard, you could not help feeling a little responsible. Time was ticking, but you were on the front lines. You weren't going to let either of them die, and you would make sure with your own hands that Ketch got out of the Apocalypse World alive.
He was hung by a rope, hands tied up over his head as blood dripped down his chest. Though he was definitely worse for wear, the raven haired male was still clearly breathing. With the angels down upon the ground, his eyes barely had the chance to shift over to you as you slung his arm around your shoulder, cutting the rope from his hands.
"You of all people are saving me?" He questioned, snark mixed with a touch of relief in his tone. "It's about bloody time."
"Speaking of bloody, you've surely looked better," you chided, a gentle smirk against your lips as you provided the extra strength he needed to get back to the Jeep the group took. "Can't believe I'm saying that I'm glad you're breathing, though."
"Were you, by chance, worried about me?" He questioned as you helped him onto the back of the Jeep, the rest of the group regrouping as you were practically pushed against the British man. "Last I recall, you were rooting for my demise."
Y/e/c eyes shifted over to his gaze, before you found yourself rolling your eyes. Sandwiched between Ketch and Castiel, you found yourself unable to escape his banter. A little part of you, despite yourself, found your heart fluttering in your chest. Something about the British bastard had you enthralled in the moment, hyper-aware of the heat radiating off of him.
"That may have been harsh," you admitted sheepishly.
"No harm done," he spoke, his voice still a touch weak from the injuries he sustained. "In your shoes, I believe it would be the right amount of harsh."
The ride itself had been pretty silent, a mere nod in reply to the man as you tried to focus on anything but the stirring in your heart. You wondered why you had felt so relieved, after everything Ketch had done to you and your family. Something about him always made you the slightest bit curious, in part his sweet talking that drew you in. Ketch had always been a talker, and handsome to boot, yet you could normally quash your thoughts.
Cleaning up his wounds, wrapping the bandages around his torso, was not something that you needed to do. Anyone else would have done it if not for you, and yet, you found yourself gently treating the handsome raven haired male. The occasional snarky comment would slip from his lips, and yet you found yourself with the slightest tint of blush against your cheeks. Even as he would speak something of dry humor, you found soft chuckles slipping across your lips.
As you were finishing up, you found his hand grabbing your own, forcing you to finally catch his handsome gaze once more. His eyes held so many questions as they met your own, but as they did, you felt your breath hitch in your throat. The way Ketch caught your gaze, you understood why you were helping him. You finally understood exactly why you were so relieved to see that bastard alive.
"Why are you being so nice to me, Y/N?" He asked in a serious tone, his eyes scanning your own as his voice had been low.
The bustle of others was here and there, much louder as you were bandaging the man. Now, every noise around you seemed as if it had just been white noise. Though you were in the apocalypse world, running out of moments to spare, you felt as if you were somewhere else. In this moment, you felt the elation of freedom, if only for a moment.
Practically tripping over your words, you tried to push his off with, "I don't know what you're talking about, Ketch."
"You're far more intellectual than you give yourself credit for," he replied with a sigh. "Yet you're just as stubborn as your brother."
"Maybe you're just reading into my kindness," you replied with a hint of jest to your tone. Y/e/c eyes shifted away as you spoke quieter. "It's not like I've fallen for you."
"You have easy tells," he replied, the corners of his lips ticking upwards the slightest bit. "Well, we should probably get going, love, before we're left in this wasteland."
The way the word love slipped from his lips had your heart skip a beat, blush darkening upon your cheeks as the man had yet to let go of your hand. Though you knew you hadn't had the time to hash over your growing feelings, the way his gruff, calloused hand felt wrapped around your own felt right in this moment. Pulled onto the bus, time ticked closer and closer, lining up with your racing heart.
Separated and nearly left for dead, you were the second to last person to slip through the portal before it closed. You barely even had your feet on solid ground before you were pulled off to the side, strong arms wrapped around your waist. His head buried into the nape of your neck, breath heating your collarbone as he pulled you tightly to him.
"Ketch," you breathed out, heart pounding so loud in your chest that you hadn't even noticed if eyes were on the two of you or not. Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him towards you as closely as you possibly could. Butterflies flapping in your stomach, you never had been more sure of anything in your life.
"You kept me waiting far too bloody long, I was worried something happened," he whispered into your neck.
You chuckled softly, moving to catch his gaze as your lips upturned. Without words, you caught his lips with passion, sinking into a taste that was all his own. Meshing lips together, the world melted away.
"Does this mean you love me as well?" He questioned as the two of you separated, his forehead resting upon your own.
Lips curled upwards, you nodded before pulling him into another passionate kiss. There was no denying your feelings any longer, no matter how much you may have wanted to. Though you knew not to trust the man completely, you could feel the foundations that you could work with.