Dean was pacing the living room while CJ and Olivia slept soundly on the couch. He just didn't know what to do. His family was in danger, but he didn't know who was endangering them or why they would be targeted by this person. While he had his suspicions, he didn't want to just jump to conclusions and hate his mother more. He needed help, but he didn't want to disturb Adam. That meant his only option was Seth, because he didn't think that he and Brock were on good enough terms for him to call on a weekend and beg for help.

Dean grabbed his phone from the dining table on his way down to the basement, finding Seth's contact info as he moved down the stairs and it took him a moment to get settled on the weight bench before he actually pushed call. He wasn't surprised that Seth's phone went straight to voice mail, meaning that he was at the gym, and Dean left a long message basically begging Seth to come home to them because Dean needed him there with them now more than ever.

CJ needed to be comforted and he couldn't do that for her right now. They were in a position that was more than likely his fault, an he was getting ready for her to realize that and start arguing with him about this. Therefore Dean really wanted to distance himself a bit to help prevent that from happening. Seth would come in handy here, keeping CJ distracted from that fact and provided her with the comfort that she desperately needed right now.

"Dean?" He heard CJ's tired mumbling and looked up to see her coming down the stairs with Olivia in her arms. "What's wrong, babe?"

"This is all my fault." The blonde murmured, knowing that she heard him just fine when she stalled on the stairs. They looked at each other for a while, Dean not knowing what else to say to her while CJ didn't know what she could say to him to make him feel better about this. Eventually she continued down the stairs, laying Olivia down in her playpen before straddling Dean's lap on the bench. "Chris-"

"Shut up." The blonde requested, not wanting to hear anything of his "reasoning" for being the one at fault for this situation. "None of this is your fault. You didn't post our phone numbers, and we don't even know who did. I don't blame you for any of this, alright?"

"But-"

"Alright?" She repeated, letting him know that she wasn't going to stand for him blaming himself for this. "We've gotta stick together right now, babe. You distancing yourself from me isn't sticking together."

"I don't know what else to do."

"We'll figure it out together, just like we do with everything else." CJ stated, resting her forehead against his with a small smile. "Have you called Seth?"

"Just did, but he didn't answer so I left a voicemail."

"Alright." She sighed, not knowing where to go from here. She needed to know what was going on, and hated feeling like a prisoner in her own home. "I think we should move."

"What?" Dean asked, stunned by her admission. "Babe, you love this house. Why would you want to move?"

"We aren't safe here, Dean. If they have our numbers then they could probably track our phone's locations and-"

"Babe that's all shit that happens in spy movies." He stated, not totally certain if their location could be tracked or not, but he wasn't moving. This was his dream home, and he was living his dream with his beautiful girlfriend and their beautiful daughter. He wasn't giving that up, especially since that damn gate was supposed to be up in the next couple weeks. "Besides, the gate'll be up soon and we'll be in our own little fortress. We're safe here, baby."

"We've got to get a gun or something, then."

"And we will. Whenever Seth gets his ass here I'll take you out shooting and we'll go get licenses to carry, and you'll have a concealed carry permit and everything. Whatever will make you feel safe."

"Alright." CJ mumbled after a couple moments of careful consideration, knowing that he would know what was best for them in situations like this. "But I swear to god, if we start getting mail from fans to our personal mailbox I am going to start looking at other houses in the area."

"If it comes to that point I won't argue with you." He assured, leaning up to peck her lips. "Please, sweetheart, don't psych yourself out over this. We are going to be fine."

"I will do my absolute best to not worry myself over this too much." She gave her promise, gently stroking his stubbly cheek with a small smile on her face. It was the first time since their numbers had been posted that Dean had seen his girlfriend smile, and he was grateful to see that smile. "Besides, I've got my big and bad Lunatic Fringe to keep me safe don't I?"

"Trust me, I'd go ballistic if there were any threats close to you and our daughter."

"And that's all I need to hear." CJ spoke with a grin, moving her hand from his cheek to push his hair back. "I really want to go to a rodeo."

"Where the fuck did that come from?"

"I dunno. But doesn't that sound fun? Get some cowboy hats and wearing a flannel shirt tied in the front?" She asked, tilting her head while looking her boyfriend in the eye. "I bet you'd look sexy in a shirt like that."

"Me?"

"Who else? You would never let me go out dressed in a shirt like that without major complaint."

"This is true. But that doesn't mean that you can't model a cowgirl outfit for me."

"That would have to result in me going for a ride, forward and possibly in reverse." CJ purred, winking when Dean licked his lips. "I take it we've got some shopping to do?"

"Damn straight we do." Dean muttered, visualizing his girlfriend wearing nothing but a cowboy hat while she rode him. "And I can't wait."

"On a completely unrelated note, I think we need to take a bath, babe."

"I think we do, too." He agreed, smiling as he rubbed her back. "But tonight once Olive is down for the night. We both need to relax and try to get a full night of sleep."

"Sounds like a date, Mr. Ambrose."

"You know what that formality does to me, sweetheart." Dean warned her, his hand slipping up the back on her shirt and gently snapping her bra. "I just want to fuck you right here and right now."

"And what's stopping you from doing that right now...?"

"Absolutely nothing."

Seth stared at his phone for a solid three minutes while he pondered listening to Dean's voicemail. He knew something fishy was going on with The Authority, but he just knew that he couldn't always come running when something bad happened. He was having such a good time with his parents and dogs, and he didn't want to leave them just yet. He barely every checked his phone, not wanting to think too much of Dean and CJ to make himself miss her and Olivia more than he already did so he was avoiding all forms of social media. He felt it'd be easier that way.

So Seth had absolutely no idea what was currently plaguing the love of his life and wouldn't know until he saw her because he didn't bother with listening to the voicemail. He didn't want to hear anything that would make him need to go see them and make it all better. Dean needed to learn how to help CJ the best he could without outside interference. Seth didn't know how Dean had messed things up this time and he didn't want to know. He just didn't want to be the one to have to fix the mistakes. It seemed like whenever Seth tried to be a good guy and help out, Dean got pissy with him and he wasn't trying to deal with that often.

He knew that dealing with Dean would be difficult. The man could run hot or cold, and Seth knew this so it wasn't like that was new information to him. But what Seth didn't like was the fact that Dean gave him permission to do so many things with CJ and he had never pushed to far or stepped out of his boundaries, yet whenever CJ needed him(which was why he was there anyways) Dean got pissy because he stepped in and did what he was supposed to do. It wasn't like he had every come on to her or tried to get her to do anything remotely sexual with him, yet Dean had the nerve to get upset because he was jealous that he couldn't fix everything and conflicted over the fact that they were technically in a three way relationship and he wasn't upset over "sharing" CJ. Seth let his love for CJ and Olivia outweigh his complete fury over Dean and his antics, but now that he was in his home and not having to put up a front for them he was allowed to angrily punch pillows and grunt in frustration.

This wouldn't have been an issue if he had never pushed CJ away. Turning his back on The Shield was something that had to happen. They were going to grow complacent and that wasn't good for any of them. He knew that Dean and Roman would never see it that way. But maybe, just maybe, if he hadn't of cheated on CJ and explained his thought process then she would've understood why he did everything that he did. He was on the quest to give their children the best lives that he could, with or without Dean's help, and he couldn't do that if The Shield grew complacent. Then they'd start losing and never hold the gold again, which meant that they'd never get high paychecks and their kids wouldn't have the best.

But things didn't happen that way. He let Hunter and Randy get him wasted and he gave in to temptation. All he had to do was go home to his girl, the one he fought his best friend for, yet he fucked up. He fucked up, sent her spiraling into a panic attack, and then he couldn't just leave well enough alone and made her life fucking miserable every chance he got to see her. He was responsible for the vanished twin and nothing would ever stop him from feeling that way. He thought about it every single day, and he felt guilty whenever he held Olivia. He looked into those beautiful big blue eyes and he felt a little bit of his heart break because it was his fault that there was only one beautiful little girl and not two. He didn't love Olivia any less, though, but it still hurt him. He figured that maybe it was something that would pass in a couple years once he came to terms with it, but he couldn't come to terms with it as easily as Dean and CJ did.

He didn't understand accept it and move on so easily, when he still suffered because of it every day. Maybe it was because he was such a dick about it when CJ had called to let him know? Or maybe it was just because he felt like it was all his fault? Not that it mattered, because the only person he could talk to about this was himself. He didn't want to talk to Dean or CJ about it, because they'd only tell him that he needed to forgive himself for everything he did since he made up for it. But, in his opinion, nothing made up for the fact that he had killed his child. It was a fucked up way to think about it, but he didn't know how else to explain it.

God damn me, I need some fucking help. Seth thought to himself, looking over at the side of the bed. If only he had done right by her, after a year of him trying so hard to get her to see him as more than just a good fuck, then she'd be laying beside him with her head on his chest while teasing him about how he thought too much. They'd have both twins down the hall in the guest bedroom/storage room that was going to be the nursery, and he'd have the baby monitor as close to him as possible so that CJ wouldn't be disturbed by their late night fussing.

"Why?" He asked the ceiling, shutting his eyes tight while trying desperately to regain some control over himself. When he was with his family, everything was fine. But when it was just him and his dogs, he was constantly cursing himself for fucking things up with CJ to the point where now he couldn't even have sex with her. Hell; even when he kissed her in front of Dean, the blonde had some look on his face that made Seth regret kissing her. It was almost getting to the point where he just said "fuck it" and kept two feet between him and CJ at all times. Almost being the operative word there, because Seth loved CJ more than anything and wasn't going to give up the opportunity to kiss her and love on her the way that he loved to do just because Dean was being a little salty. If Dean told him to back off, then he would. But not until Dean said to.

But, again, this wouldn't have been a problem if he had just treated her right.

"Its just a bath, its not rocket science." CJ teased from where she laid on their bed where Dean had relegated her to while he got everything ready for them. She wasn't a huge fan of just sitting and waiting when she could've been helping, so she decided to "help" him by heading into their closet and stripping before sliding into her little robe that Dean loved more than anything. While she pinned her hair up, she couldn't help but think of Seth and wonder what the hell he was doing that he couldn't call or text Dean back to just acknowledge that Dean had called. She really hoped that he was doing alright.

"You're not on the bed, Christina." Dean chided playfully and CJ turned to face him, grinning when he bit his lip when he noticed what she was wearing. "But goddamn if you don't get sexier every day."

"Shut up. You're just trying to get me turned on."

"I don't have to butter you up for that." Dean spoke confidently as he pulled his shirt off, smirking when she licked her lips as she drank in the sight of his exposed torso. "Looks like all I have to do is strip and you're ready to fuck."

"Don't even have to do that much." CJ admitted, meeting her boyfriend halfway in the center of their large bedroom. "All you need to do is tousle your hair a bit in front of me and I'm fucking putty in your hands."

"Anything else I should know?" He asked with a grin, kissing the side of her head as she hummed in thought.

"Y'know how sometimes when you stretch and your shirt comes up a bit and reveals some skin?" She asked, looking up at him as he thought about what she had said. A moment later had him nodding, a look of curiosity on his face as he waited for her to continue to speak. "Just that gets me wanting to go down on you."

"You're so fucking perfect, baby." Dean groaned, feeling his cock begin to stir in his jeans. "God-fucking-damnit."

"The water is going to get cold." CJ murmured when Dean's mouth latched onto her neck and her knees went weak when he hummed his acknowledgement against her skin. She gently nudged him backwards towards the bathroom. "This is not a relaxing bath, Mr. Ambrose."

"I know. But we are slowly making our way towards the bathroom where your bubble bath awaits, Mrs. Ambrose."

"Honeymoon idea: living in a bubble bath." CJ suggested with a giggle, surprised that Dean could navigate their bedroom so well while walking backwards. She was even more surprised to see their bathroom was lit entirely by candlelight, vanilla and cinnamon surrounding them when she closed her eyes and basked in everything he was doing both for her and to her.

"As romantic and relaxing as that sounds, we'd get all pruny and you wouldn't like that." He reasoned, grinning when he gently untied the silky sash and could rub her stomach. "My honeymoon idea involves getting you pregnant again."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes, babe. I need my son."

"Well you're going to have to wait at least a year for that. I want Olive to be at least somewhat aware of what's going on when I get pregnant again." CJ spoke as Dean gently pulled the robe away from her body and hung it on the hook attached to the bathroom door.

"I like that idea, your highness."

"Thought you would." She stated as she turned around in his arms, massaging his chest as she looked up at him. Her hands slowly traveling south as her eyes stayed on him, and it took everything in Dean's power to keep from distracting her. They needed to get into the bath before the water got cold. His jeans fell to a pool around his ankles and CJ gently at his chest before getting into the bath and settling down against the wall of the tub. Her eyes were on him and he watched her relaxing with a smile as he pushed his briefs own and stepped out of them. She had visibly relaxed, but he knew that everything they were doing was only a temporary band-aid. They'd sleep off the sex and then CJ would go straight back to walking around scared of what could possible happen to them next.

But it was worth it.

The way she practically glued herself to his side once he was comfortable in their large bathtub made it worth it. She was relaxing, therefore they were in a good spot. The content sigh that left her lips when she shut her eyes and just existed next to him told him that she was alright for a while.

"Hey, honey badger?"

"Yes, honey bee?" He asked, looking down at her to see that she was looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. She looked so beautiful in the glow of the candle light, and all the time, but there was just something about the candles that had him feeling a romantic kind of way. "If only you could see how beautiful you look right now."

"Probably not nearly as beautiful as you." She teased, bringing her hand up to his face. "But, remember when we became Bubble Buddies?"

"Its not hard to forget, its when we kinda started dating."

"Kinda."

"Kinda." He repeated, knowing what he was getting into because she loved playing the kinda game with him and Adam.

"I'm not getting into this with you." She spoke after a minute of consideration, raising her hand to his face and gently stroking his cheek. "There are so many things I'd rather be doing, babe."

"Like what?"

"Making love to the man who I'm going to marry someday soon."

"Y'know, if I wasn't so into seeing Adam walk you down the isle, I'd drag you to some little chapel and have Elvis marry us off." He informed and CJ grinned as she moved to straddle his lap. Instead of doing anything remotely sexual, CJ just laid her head on his shoulder while her hands gripped his biceps gently. He just let this happen, knowing that it was crucial for her to adapt to what was going on in their lives right now. Everything was settling in her head, and she was using him to physically keep her grip on what was important. He didn't mind it because he knew this was absolutely necessary for her to do so.

"I'm sure Adam appreciates that sentiment." She finally murmured after a couple moments, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before releasing his arms and looking up at him. He brought a hand to her neck and guided her into a sweet kiss, trying to keep everything sweet for her until she told him that she wanted rough and dirty. He was going to have to let off some more steam in the form of insanely rough sex since they had the weekend off, but he knew that he had to make sure that she was emotionally taken care of before he asked her to let him use her like that. That was the only way he'd see it as fair despite CJ using him like that in the past.

"I love you." He breathed against her lips, knowing that she needed to hear those three words as many times as he could bring himself to utter them. He didn't have a problem with that either. "I'm the luckiest man in the whole damn world to have a woman like you in my life."

"You're going to make me cry and I'd rather not right now." She spoke with a smile, gently stroking his cheek as she spoke. "But I love you, too."

"You fuckin' better." He teased, grinning when she giggled again. With everything that had been happening, he needed to hear her laugh at him for some reason. Just to make sure that she was okay. "I'm trying so hard to keep my hands off of you, babe."

"I was kinda hoping for tub sex, though."

"Kinda?" He asked, watching as she scooped some bubbles into her hand and letting her drop them on his head. He'd do anything to make her smile right now. That was the whole point of this bath, getting her to relax ad smile at him more.

"Kinda." She grinned, cupping his cheeks in her hands while experimentally rolling her hips against him. "How did I not notice him saluting me?"

"You focus was kinda on me, babe, not kinda on my little weapon."

"Its not a weapon, its magical." CJ pouted, shutting her eyes when his finger made contact with her little bundle of nerves. "Everything about you is magical."

"Thank you, sweetheart." Dean whispered, his mouth peppering kisses along her collarbone while he continued to tease her clit. "Sex earlier was fantastic, but its going to be nothing like the way I'm going to make love to you in this bathtub."

"Really?"

"Mhm." Dean hummed, nipping at her skin where he'd left a hickey earlier. "I intend on going all night, your highness."

"I like how that sounds." She murmured, biting her lip to keep from moaning when he pressed down on her clit. "But I'd love for it to start."

"Always so impatient." He teased, knowing that her impatience was his friend this time around. "But I was just making sure that you were wet for me, baby."

"I'm always wet for you, baby." CJ whispered, readying herself when Dean's hands gripped her hips. Her eyes stayed open while he guided her down onto him, their eyes staying focused on one another's as she adjusted to their position. "I feel like you got bigger."

"Nah, you're just always fucking tight." Dean praised, feeling her hand slide around to the back of his neck so she could get a good grip on his hair. "I want nothing more than to just make you fucking scream my name, but we can't make a mess in the bath tub, your highness."

"No we can't. Making a mess delays the sex."

"Yes it does." Dean agreed, finally beginning to guide her up and down his shaft. He wanted to do all of the work for this little session, because he needed her mind to be like jello by the time they were done in the bath. She needed her brain to shut down and Dean knew that this was the way to get her to that point. If she wasn't thinking while they had sex then he wouldn't feel as bad about technically using her body for mind clearing sex. "Like that?"

"Mhm." She mumbled, resting her head on his shoulder and peppering kisses along the skin that was accessible to her without having to move her head too much. "Dean, I-"

"Shh, baby. Don't speak, alright? Just feel." He instructing, smiling when she nodded and he felt the hand that wasn't gripping his hair grip his shoulder. She was ready for him to rock her world, and he liked that he was just giving her body over to him. She was giving him permission to use her and he was grateful for it, but he was going to make sure that it was good for her, too. "That's it, Christina. "

"Dean, please."

"I've got you, sweetheart."

Four hours later had CJ wide awake and staring at the wall. Dean was fast asleep, fully exerted after their many rounds of activity, but she couldn't sleep. She needed to sleep, but she found herself too worried about Seth to even want to sleep. Was he okay? Did The Authority get to him? Or maybe his mom banned him from talking to her and Dean? It was childish, but Seth was a huge momma's boy so anything was really possible with him.

Unable to think of anything else, CJ pulled away from Dean and slid out of bed as slowly and quietly as she possibly could. She watched her boyfriend shift in bed carefully, making sure that he didn't wake up while she put on some underwear and one of his zip up hoodies before grabbing her phone and exiting the bedroom. She briefly checked in on Olivia, making sure that the infant was still sleeping soundly and double checking the locks on the nursery windows. Once she was satisfied, she headed downstairs and curled up on the couch.

Her fingers dialed Seth's number faster than she ever had before, holding the phone to her ear while anxiously drumming her fingers against her thigh while waiting for him to answer. She needed to hear his voice and know that he was okay, but her call went to voicemail and she sighed as his recorded message play.

"Hey, Seth. Its, uh- It's me. I was just... fuck. Uh, I was just calling because I can't sleep and I just- I miss you, Sethie. Please call me or Dean back. We, uh- we need you here."

After she hung up she laid her head bak against the couch, wishing that Seth had answered to give her peace of mind. But now she was just more worried about her Sethie and there was nothing she could do about it but either sit on the couch or lay in bed and stare at the wall. Waking Dean up was not an option because he needed his sleep and she didn't have anybody else to turn to at three in the morning.

This is not good.

This took a bit longer than I expected it too, and I know the smut was terrible. The smut generating aspect of my mind has just shut down I guess. It sucks a lot though.

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