Summary: A look at the reader through Dean’s eyes, focusing mostly on Dean’s emotions throughout the day and how he reacts to even the simplest of words. This is the raw and vulnerable side of Dean.
A/N: I haven’t written something like this, I think ever before. It’s heavily focused on Dean (especially since it’s his POV). Even so, the reader is a huge part of it, but once again, through Dean’s perspective on the matter. Hopefully, you love it. I spent a long time on it, trying to really get into Dean’s head. It’s not the light side of Dean, not many jokes or wise cracks – it’s him in his raw emotional state. Also, this would not be possible with @thefangirllifeismine who not only corrected all of my shitty grammar, but stayed an inspiration throughout. Please, send in your feedback. It’s extremely important to me, I’d love to hear what you thought about this, especially since it’s definitely different from what I usually post.
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Her lips were moving, but my eyes were stuck on her hair. It was wet, and dripping a river down her shirt. I don’t think a towel ever touched her head.
“Dean?” Her voice was warm, inviting. It always was. She was never harsh with her words. Sam constantly tried to poke at her, just to see what her voice would sound like if she raised it.
“Yeah?” I met my eyes with hers, catching her gaze.
I felt my brother’s eyes on me as well; his brow was raised and a smirk played on his face.
“We were asking if you wanted to go to the bar tonight.” Sam filled me in.
A laugh came up from my throat as I raised the glass of whiskey in my hand. “I’m fine right here.”
Y/N smiled and looked at Sam, “You’re still in, right?”
He nodded and got up from his chair. “I’ll go shower.”
I tipped my glass in response, and took another swig from it.
“Have you been out in the sun?” Y/N asked, suddenly.
I furrowed my brows, “I was working on Baby earlier, why?” Then, proceeded to lift up my shirt and smell it. “Do I smell that bad?”
“No,” She let out a light laugh, “Your freckles are darker.”
“My- my freckles?”
She leaned forward in her seat, her nose a mere foot from mine, “Freckles get darker in the sun.”
“Huh.” I muttered and took another sip of my drink.
“It’s cute, Dean.” She said and the whiskey managed to go down even slower. My lip twitched upwards.
Without waiting for me to respond, she gathered her hair to the side and wiped her now wet hands off on her jeans before jumping out from her seat.
“I’ll go change for the bar. Invite’s still open.” She smiled, turning on her heel.
I watched her leave, shamelessly.
The first time Sam and I met her, it was an accident. Neither of us knew we had been working the same case, so when I approached who I thought was the legitimate FBI agent on the case, Y/N’s face beamed back at me instead. After a few back and forth questions, the three of us discovered none of us were agents, and went to grab drinks instead. It was supposed to be a one time deal.
But, one night turned into two. Eventually, three. In no time, I was helping her bring boxes into the bunker from the trunk of her run down car.
“We can’t let anything happen to her, you know that right?” Sam said to me the night she moved in. The shower water was running loudly, and in that noise, we had a discussion.
“I know.” I replied to my little brother. Worry etched itself into every wrinkle on his face, just like it did on our mother’s. He would never know just how much he looked like her.
“That means relationships, too.” Sam narrowed his eyes at me.
I looked away, forgetting how easily he was able to read me.
He continued speaking, “Everyone we get too close to…”
Sam never did finish his sentence. The shower water shut off abruptly and out bounced Y/N. Her face was flushed and her hair dripped down her bare shoulders.
My thoughts were interrupted as Sam strided into the room.
“You sure you’re not coming?” He asked, cuffing up the sleeves to his shirt.
It was tempting. I knew the bar had better whiskey than the shit that was currently burning its way down my throat. Better yet, the bar had Y/N. Whenever she entered a bar, I could see everyone’s attention land on her. Her warmth radiated through her big eyes and genuine smile. Who wouldn’t be attracted to that?
“Nope,” I shrugged, “Not tonight.”
He nodded his head and walked towards the door, waiting for Y/N to meet him there.
“See you.” Sam shouted, his voice echoed down the hall.
Moments later, Y/N came out from her room. A short navy dress was hugging her skin, but what stole my attention was the jacket draped across her shoulders.
“I hope you don’t mind.” She said, pulling my black jacket around her.
“Looks better on you, anyways.” I said. It was the truth.
“Thanks, Dean.” She smiled at me before opening her small purse, reviewing whatever items lay inside of it. “See you later.”
With that, she was gone.
It may have been another hour before I got up, but when I finally did it was solely because I needed to go to the bathroom.
I stopped at the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, but this time it was different. Usually, I don’t look in the mirror.
Not when I wake up.
Not before I go to sleep.
If I do, I hate it. Plain as that. I never did like the man staring back, and I don’t know if I ever fully will. What changed though was that this time, someone liked what they saw on me.
My fingers reached up to my cheeks, running along the freckles on my skin.
Y/N liked them.
She honest to god, found something of mine that she liked. So, I did too. Immediately, I loved my freckles. I loved that my cheeks and nose were dusted with them, and that the most beautiful woman that I had ever laid eyes on, had found beauty in me, as well.
– – – –
It couldn’t have been earlier than two o’clock in the morning, when I heard familiar footsteps stumble down the bunker’s staircase. I kicked the sheets off of myself and went to see the state they were both in.
“Come on.” Sam mumbled, trying to hold Y/N up, but he was hardly walking himself. “Dean!” Sam shouted, his drunk self wearing a huge smile.
“Oh, it’s Dean!” Y/N exclaimed, a laugh bubbling out from her lips. She gripped the edge of the staircase with both hands, leaning forward as she spoke.
I crossed my arms and raised my brows, watching the two of them stumble through the bunker like baby deer.
“Here-” Sam tossed me a pair of car keys, “We called a cab, the car is still in the bar parking lot.” The keys hit the floor with a loud jingle, his aim completely skewed from the liquor.
Y/N rounded the edge of the table and began to fall towards me.
“Woah, there.” I grabbed her by her arms and steadied her.
“Thanks.” She laughed once more, at nothing in particular.
Behind me, Sam had already found his way to his room. Eventually, I’d have to check on him. For now, I gripped Y/N’s shoulder and guided her to her own bedroom.
“Oh- I forgot!” She looked up at me with wide eyes. “Remind me in the morning.”
I looked at her, waiting for her to explain. When she didn’t, I asked her what she was talking about.
“I have-” she stuck her hand in the pocket of my jacket that she was wearing and pulled out a napkin. A number was scribbled onto it. “His name is Matt. I have a date with him tomorrow night. Remind me, ok?”
I took the napkin from her, fighting the urge to rip it to shreds.
“Okay.” I stated, turning on the lights as she walked over to her bed.
“Promise me.” She kicked off her shoes sloppily. “He’s so nice-” I could tell she was beginning to ramble. Once she’s had enough to drink, she tends to.
“I bet he is.” I cut her off, helping her unzip her dress.
“He just has the most gorgeous freckles!”
In that moment, I worried that she could actually hear my heart drop into my stomach. I swallowed thickly, and within seconds, she continued on her drunken ramble.
“Goodnight.” I stated, simply from habit.
“Night, Dean!” She dropped onto her bed.
I should have gone back to bed. I should have crawled under the covers and shut my eyes. My feet had other plans, though. Step after step, I was trudged through the halls and into the library where my hand found a bottle of brown and an old glass.
Sam’s words spun through my head. She had to be protected. I thought back to everyone I had ever gotten close to; Charlie, Jo, and Bela were long dead. Just like every other fucking hunter that I had ever met and let into my life.
Sam tried to show me the positives. He brings up names like Jody and Cas – but who knows what will happen to them too?
I took another shot.
Eventually, it got dark.
– – – –
“Hey, sleepy.” Y/N’s hand gripped my shoulder. “Wake up.”
I opened my eyes and everything was sideways. Fuck.
“You fell asleep here, again.” Her soft voice explained my current situation. It was embarrassing. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, looking at the scene before me. A mostly empty bottle, a half drunk glass, and what I think was a little bit of drool, lay on the table.
“What time is it?” I asked, quickly getting up from the chair and brushing past her. She smelled like her shampoo. Always vanilla.
She turned her wrist towards me. Nearly noon, her watch read.
“Thanks.” I muttered and began walking towards the kitchen.
“I should be thanking you.” Her voice called from behind me. Then, her footsteps began to draw nearer. “I couldn’t have been easy to take care of last night. Sam and I, we kind of let loose.”
I grabbed the coffee pot and turned it on. The sound of boiling water dripping down filled the silence.
“No, it was fine.” I replied, then remembered what she asked of me last night. “Except-” I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a crumpled napkin. “Matt.”
Her eyes went wide, “Oh god.” She took the napkin from my hands. Her hair fell before her face as she read the number, and she combed it back with one hand.
“I totally forgot. Shit.” She pulled out her cell phone and checked for any notifications. “I’ll just text him.”
I turned from her, unable to watch her any longer, and grabbed a cup for my coffee.
“Want some?” I asked over my shoulder.
“No, thanks.” She said, just as her phone beeped. “He already answered!” She exclaimed.
I kept my eyes glued to the cup in front of me, not daring to see her face light up as she saw his name and not mine.
“Smells good.” My brother’s voice carried into the kitchen. He opened the cabinet and grabbed a cup as well, waiting until I finished pouring my own before taking the pot.
“Feeling good, Sammy?” I threatened a laugh and he rolled his eyes.
“I haven’t been this hungover in ages.” He grabbed a bottle of Advil and returned to the table. “It was worth it though, you should have joined.”
I shrugged and took a sip of my coffee.
“Who are you texting?” Sam directed his question at Y/N, who still stood in the middle of the kitchen.
She looked at him and dangled the napkin in the air, “Remember that guy at the bar last night?”
“The really funny one?” He asked.
She nodded fervently, “Yeah, Matt. I got his number and we’re going to grab dinner tonight.”
Sam glanced at me, before returning his gaze to his breakfast.
“He’s a good guy.” Sam said. I think it was more to me, than Y/N.
“I bet.” I mumbled into my drink.
– – – –
Sam decided to watch a movie tonight.
“Batman?” I questioned. He wasn’t one for the superheroes.
He popped it into the disk slot and dropped onto the couch. Looking at his huge frame swallow up the furniture, I remembered being able to hold him in my arms.
“Last time Y/N picked, it’s your turn.” He said while pressing play.
“Good. Wouldn’t want one of your history documentaries to bore me to death, tonight.” I began to laugh and he rolled his eyes.
“Whatever.” He muttered and grabbed the bowl of popcorn he had prepared.
An hour into the movie, the bunker door swung open. The loud creak it made reminded me to oil it later.
“Y/N?” I called out her name. The heels she was wearing when she left were no longer on. Her bare feet padded against the hardwood floor until she finally reached us.
“How was it?” Sam asked, lowering the volume.
Her lips formed a fine line, “I’m just going to go shower.” She grabbed a fistful of popcorn before disappearing.
I looked at my brother. His brows were raised as he shook his head in confusion.
“I’ll go-” I sat up from the chair, “I’ll go check on her.”
Her door was shut. I raised my fist to knock, but she opened it before I got the chance.
“You walk loudly.” She stated. My lips formed at ‘O’.
“What was that about?” I motioned towards the other room with my thumb.
She shrugged and put her heels away in the closet.
“Sorry about that.” She looked up at me with her big, bold eyes, “I think Matt was a lot nicer when he was drunk.”
I crossed my arms and sat on the edge of her bed. “Huh?”
“Well, we ordered our food and everything was great. I mean finally, a break from hunting.” She explained, and I sighed.
She pulled her bouncy hair out from the pins it was in while she continued, “He was sweet at first, really. But I could tell something changed. Matt wanted more than what I did…”
My arms fell to my sides, “Did you leave?”
“Yeah, but that was only after he asked me four times to go back to his place.” She was on the floor, her legs bent underneath her. She dropped her hands onto the floor from frustration as she spoke.
“What a douchebag.” I stated, no other word was able to form itself. “You don’t deserve that.”
She looked up at me, and a smile formed itself against her cheeks.
“I’m gonna be single forever.” She joked. “I mean, who am I kidding?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
From her spot on the floor, she reached out and gripped my leg with her hand. “Come on, Dean. We’re hunters. Let’s say it did work out with Matt – who’s to say he wouldn’t freak out the second that I brought him down into the bunker or told him that vampires are real!” Her grip tightened as she spoke, “It’s so fucking frustrating sometimes.”
“Dating is the worst.” I agreed with her.
“No.” She ran her hand down my leg and to my ankle, where she removed it.
I furrowed my brows and looked at her, every bit of me confused.
“Being alone.” Her eyes dropped from mine and my chest suddenly felt heavy. I knew the feeling of being alone, too well. It was heartbreaking, yet familiar at the same time. It was relief, yet yearning.
“You got me.” I blurted out.
She got up from her spot on the floor by my legs, and situated herself on the bed so she sat next to me.
“I know that, Dean. I meant… more.” Y/N’s voice dwindled into a whisper. I turned my head to face her, and in that moment, I couldn’t lie to her.
“Exactly.” I stated, and her eyes first searched my face. They traveled from eye to eye as she thought of what I could possibly mean, until her lips parted.
I didn’t know what to expect. My heart hasn’t raced this fast since for someone else since high school. I either just started the relationship I had been waiting for, or ruined a friendship that was worth more to me than anything else.
I was so focused on her face that I hadn’t realized her hand found mine.
I wanted to keep her hand there, to squeeze it tight. But, Sam’s words found their way back into my head.
“I’m selfish.” I stated simply, standing up from the bed.
“I’m being selfish, you deserve better.”
She tilted her head at me, her hair falling with it. “What are you talking about, Dean?”
“Everyone I touch, they-”
“I know what you’re going to say.” Y/N cut me off. “Don’t you dare say it.”
“You know I’m not going to.” She stood up from the bed and walked up to me, placing her open palms on my chest. “I’m not just somebody.”
“That’s the point!” I exclaimed, voice rising. “You aren’t just somebody! What if something happened to you? I can’t let you get hurt.”
“You’re not my keeper, Dean.”
I laced my fingers around her wrists, holding her palms tightly against my chest. “From the first time you walked through those bunker doors, I wanted no one but you, and you know why I haven’t told you?”
She looked up at me through her lashes.
“I have been torturing myself every day, because I want you safe. I need you safe.”
For a few moments, no one said anything. Y/N just stared up at me with a look I had never seen before.
Then, she stood on her toes, and pressed her lips to mine.
And God, it was everything I thought it would be. She was warm and sweet, like honey. Her hands were squeezing at my waist and I knew right there that I was done for.
My hands traveled up to her neck, grazing every inch of her skin.
“Since the first day?” She teased, speaking slowly against my lips.
I laughed, “Since day one.” I affirmed and she smiled so wide that all I wanted to do was kiss every inch of her bubbly cheeks.
“How about we get dinner tonight, sweetheart.” I asked, hoping she was still hungry after the shit dinner she described with Matt.
“I’d love to.” Y/N’s fingers found mine and she led me out of her room.
Sam was still seated on the couch. His hand was glued to the remote and I could hear the channel being changed every other second. When we passed through, my hand still in hers, he raised his brows and stared at me.
“Woah, wait-” He called out behind us.
“We’ll be back soon!” Y/N called over her shoulder.
A smile remained on my face for the rest of the night, never faltering.
so my friend, @dunkirkc had requested this so long ago but i’ve been so busy writing other stuff but i’ve finally pushed myself to finish writing this. i’ve also been super busy with school ugh. the next writing i’ll be posting soon is the part 2 of Forbidden. hope you like this xx
i love how he jams out to his own music. precious baby he is.
You were on your way to the studio straight from the airport in London. You anxiously tap your foot against the floor of the car, the cab driver honking at other cars through the crowded traffic.
It was pouring outside, the same old gloomy and cold weather in London. You remember it exactly how the last time you came.
You stomach swirled in nervousness and excitement when you got closer and closer to the building.
You were on your way to see one of your closet friends, Harry, who you missed dearly and have known for about three years now. He had no idea you were coming. He thought you were still back in your home town on the other side of the ocean when he talked to you on the phone earlier. He kept mentioning how he wanted to fly out to see you before he left for two months to work on his album, hidden away from the world.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of a car crash, drugs, alcohol, abusive relationship, fluff at the end don’t worry
Request by Anon: Can I request a Tony x teen daughter one where she lives with her mom. She kept her hidden from Tony for 14 years. Tony finds out about his daughter when she got sick and ended up in the hospital. He also finds out her mom was horrible to her and kept her in poor living conditions. So he shows up at their door with a lawyer and papers to find her doing drugs with friends and his daughter locked in her room. He takes her home where she feels safe for the first time
Author’s Note:Yay I finally got another request done! Sorry for the wait end of the school year is always fun. Anyway hope you enjoy it :)
You never liked hospitals so you tried to stay far away from them as possible. If you did get sick you would suck it up for a few days until your illness passed. Though, as fate would have it, you ended up in the building you hated. You were taking a cab home when a car pulled out too quickly hitting your side of the cab. No major injuries but you needed surgery to repair a ligament in your leg that tore in the crash.
Your mom, however, didn’t have that kind of money or at least you though she didn’t. When she instantly had enough money, you grew curious. Your mom could never hold a job for long and the jobs she did find weren’t high paying. When you asked her, she just brushed you off telling you that this was a discussion for later. You knew too well that she wasn’t going to bring it up unless she had to.
So now, here you were sitting in your hospital room alone while your mom goes out and parties with of few of her friends. Ever since you could remember, your mom always put partying before you. She rather get drunk or high with a few of her stoner friends than ever care about your well being. You couldn’t just leave even if you wanted to. Though she was a pain in the ass, you had nowhere to go. You never met your dad and he was probably just as bad as her.
What dampened your mood, even more, was that fact that you had to keep off your leg which meant you were trapped with your mother. You sighed sadly flipping through tv channels wishing you didn’t get in that cab so you wouldn’t be in this situation. Zoning out a bit, you didn’t notice someone was knocking on your door until you saw someone pop their head it.
“Miss (Y/L/N)?” A woman said as you sat up if your hospital bed.
“Yes,” You answered quietly trying to figure out who this lady was.
“I’m Mrs. Reynolds and I work with social services. I wanted to talk to you privately, your mother has already been informed.” She said as your blood ran cold. They were going to take you away and put you in the foster care system - something you did not want to end up in. “Miss?”
“O-Oh that’s fine,” You began clearing your throat, “What do you need to talk about?”
“Your mother recently reached out to your father when you needed surgery and he would like to meet you. He’s a persistent man so he’s currently waiting outside of your room. I wanted to make sure you were ok with this before I send him in.”
You stared at the women blankly as you tried to wrap your head around what was happening. Your father after fourteen years wanted to meet you. You always wondered what he looked like but your mom never kept any pictures of him. She didn’t even tell you his name after asking her many times. But here you were about to meet the man you always thought about. Nodding quietly you prepare yourself for the worst as Mrs. Reynolds leaned out into the hall summoning him in.
You expected a nobody, someone who either had no idea you existed or just now realized he made a mistake. But your were dead wrong, instead walked in someone you immediately recognized. It was Tony Stark, Tony freaking Stark. Your mouth dropped in shock as you stared at the man claiming to be your father.
“So (Y/N) right?” He said sticking his hands in his pockets unsure what to do next.
“Wait is this a joke? How? I mean, I know how but it’s been-”
“I know fourteen years. To be honest I didn’t know you existed until your mother randomly called me asking me for money.”
“Oh,” You quietly said trying to process everything.
“How’s the leg? I heard it wasn’t serious but surgery is surgery.”
“It’s ok,” You answered unsure how to act around Tony.
Watching him sigh, he walked closer to bed trying to think what to say next. He seemed just unsure of you as you were of him. You didn’t know why he even bothered to come, he missed most of your life already and now after one phone call, he’s here. Still, you were grateful he actually was a good person than some druggy who couldn’t get his life together.
“Look I know this is awkward,” He sighed looking at your uncomfortable posture. “But I don’t want to leave this room and not see you again.”
“Well then let’s start this off right,” He spoke excitedly extending his hand out to you. “I’m Tony and your name is?”
“(Y/N),” You replied with a small smile on your face.
And that was a start to a new beginning.
Three months later you were still visiting your father often but instead of taking a cab there, he made his driver Happy take you to him. After the cab incident, he made sure you didn’t have to ride with anyone else but Happy. Life was good for the most part, your mother was the same but you could tell she didn’t like you hanging around your dad.
He was pretty clear that she wouldn’t get a dime out of him unless it was for you. Once she heard that, she started taking her anger out on you. Your mom still had full custody and every night she would threaten to stop you from seeing your father. You had to beg her just to go see him even if it was an hour or two, just to get out of the house and away from her.
You wanted to tell your dad what your mom was like but you knew he didn’t want to fully adopt you. He was an Avenger and billionaire, he didn’t want some kid ruining his style. So you kept your mouth shut and enjoyed the time you had with him. That, of course, didn’t make this easier on you at all.
“W-Where are you going?!” Your mother slurred as her friends started to snort random drugs. “You know I don’t like you leaving when we have guests!” She was definitely high from whatever she was smoking. Your mom couldn’t function like an actual person when she was like this and that scared you.
“D-Dad’s,” You whispered as her face turned to rage. “I-I’m sorry I-I’ll go back to my room.” You ran quickly as your mother continued to scream from behind you. Slamming the door, you quickly locked it as she banged loudly against it.
Sending your father a text that you couldn’t make it because of homework, you slid down to the floor trying to calm your breathing. Eventually, the banging stopped but you were too afraid to move from your spot.
Tony sighed reading the text you just send as he ate a handful of blueberries. He had a bad feeling that something else was happening back at your place. He knew your mother and she wasn’t as stable as she thought she was. Though he couldn’t just take you away from her, she still had full custody. This was something that he was going change.
He called a lawyer down beforehand to try to get custody and today he was going to ask you if you were ok with him proceeding with it. Tony was going to try and ask your mother first before trying to take this to court. He was even ready to offer her some form of money just to get you away from her.
You never mentioned how horrible your mother was to him but he had a feeling when you kept showing up with a few bruises every now and then. So when you said you couldn’t make it, he knew something was definitely wrong. Without even thinking, he was out the door with his lawyer ready to finally get you away from that hellhole.
Even after three months, he never actually saw where you lived. Happy always picked you up a corner farther away from your house. Your apartment was definitely not what he expected it to look like when he pulled out front. Some windows were boarded over while some were just broken. The roof looked old along with the cracked brick covering the apartment complex. Walking into the building was whole other story.
The smell was awful and you could hear bricking a few doors down. The wallpaper was peeling and the ceiling was littered with water stains. Tony knew more than ever, that he needed to get you out of here. When he arrived at your door, he knocked only for the door to slightly open. Pushing the door open and walking into the apartment, he called out to your mom.
When he got no answer, Tony walked further into the room, only to find your mom and her friends passed out surrounded by empty beer bottles and drugs. Without even glancing at his lawyer, Tony watched as his friend pulled out his cell phone to contact the police. Now all was left to do was find you and get you out of here. Stepping over a few bottles, he made his way over to the hall where he heard a few sobs coming from behind a door. Realizing that was you, he tried to open it only to find that it was locked.
“Leave me alone,” You whimpered.
“(Y/N), it’s me. Open the door,” He said hoping nothing happened to you.
Tony heard shuffling behind the door before he heard the lock quickly turning. Then the door flew open as you jump straight into his arms. You started crying harder finally letting out all the emotions you bottled up. Wrapping his arms tightly around you, he made sure you felt safe.
“Shhh, I got you, I got you.”
Once your breathing calmed down, you wiped your tears away before hugging your dad once more. “M-My mom,” You hiccuped as tears started to form again.
“Don’t worry, I got her taken care of. Let’s go back to my place ok?” He said as you nodded following his lead.
Once the two of you were back at the tower you were still shaken up but you managed to calm yourself enough to explain what happened to your father. He knew you didn’t want to cause any trouble but you were clearly not in a good environment.
“You’re not going back there,” Tony said feeling the anger boil in him. “I won’t let you, that women will not be coming near you again.”
“But she still has full-”
“Not for long. I have my best lawyers working on it, she won’t come near you again. And after than stunt she pulled today she won’t have a case.”
“Really?” You asked as he nodded. You smiled widely as you jumped up from your spot and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, dad. I glad I tore a ligament that day.”
“Me too kid, me too.”
At the end of the day, you knew your father was there for you and would project you no matter what. After fourteen years with your mother, you finally felt safe and found a place where you could call home.
Jake was a romantic at heart and a huge fan of old b+w movies, and he and Clarke went to the old local movie theatre every Sunday to watch them. So when Jake dies, Clarke carries on the Sunday tradition alone…til, one Sunday, she meets Lexa.
The funeral was at 1pm.
At six-thirty, with no will left for the rest of the people that crowded in her house, the only daughter left the wake without a single word. Wondered straight out off of the porch with no real thought at all, not even missed by anyone in particular.