Jacob's Better End (Jacob Black Twilight x OC)

Kara's POV

I don't even keep track of the days anymore. I feel like I'm in and out of them in a blur of work schedules and Dean's threats and refusing him and occasional bursts of light where I can see Jacob. He's the one thing that makes everything bearable and yet I talk to him less and less. Sometimes, I wonder what would happen if I ran away again. But it feels pointless after Dean found me so fast again the first time.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks, looking up from his book. We're sitting in the living room, lamps on, books out. "You haven't turned the page in twenty minutes."

"Nothing."

"It's obviously something. Come on, you can say." he prompts.

"Does it not bother you? How sad I am all the time?" I ask. Dean considers this, closing his book carefully as if it were distracting him too much.

"Yes, but mostly because you're stubbornly choosing it." he says eventually. I almost laugh in disbelief. But I don't.

"What does that mean?"

"We could be happy if you'd just give us a chance. You just choose to be miserable around me." he reaches for my hand, but I snatch it away. "See?"

"I don't want to be with you." I say. I can see his jaw tense but he just shakes his head.

"You don't know that. You will."

"You just never listen." I said. Then he's out of his seat, and I'm in serious trouble. My chair flips over before I can realize what's happening and I scramble out from underneath it, pushing myself back on the ground even though he's already standing over me.

"I never listen? I do everything for you. Everything." he shouts.

"I'm sorry-"

"You're not. I'm tired of you saying whatever you think is going to work." he says.

"Dean, listen-"

"Apparently I don't. Right?" He throws the chair aside and I just stop. I stare up at him in resignation and just wait for whatever is going to happen next. His eyes have gone completely dark, like he can't even see me anymore.

"Just do it. This has gone on too long anyway. Just do whatever you're going to do and kill me." I deadpan. He crouched down so we're at eye level and chuckles.

"You think I'm going to kill you?" he raises an eyebrow. "Yes or no, Kara."

"Yes. I do." I reply stronger than I feel. I've spent the weeks researching possibilities of what monster Dean might be. What I could possibly do to beat him. But this is always how it ends.

"Oh I'm afraid I have something worse than that."

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JACOB'S POV

After awhile, I start to suspect that I only ever really knew Kara in the first few weeks I met her. As time drags on of watching her hold hands with Dean and laugh at his jokes and make time for me in the leftover evenings, I can't help but notice how much she's withering. I had a month of her real light and I haven't seen it since I introduced her to the pack.
It's getting colder and she's always bundled up in coats, scarves, gloves, hunched over in the garage like she can hardly feel the generator. These days, I'm lucky to get a real smile or a real laugh.

"What are you thinking about?" she asks, looking at me. I've taken too long in staring under the hood. She knows I'm not working.

"Sports." I tease. She presses her lips into a wry grin and slowly peels off her gloves.

"I have a question for you, Jacob." she says finally. "Why do you still want me here?"

"What do you mean?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"Why do you still even call me? I'm just some girl you ran into at a store, and we had a good date. If I were you, I'd have stopped talking to me as soon as I started going out with Dean." she says.

"Do you not like coming around?" I ask. She runs a weary hand over her face and peers up at me. It's like she's seconds away from crying.

"I love coming around." she says quietly. "But I know I'm not fun. I know I'm sad and unpleasant. So why do you still call me?"

I turn to face her, and really take her in. She's shivering and now her eyes really do have tears in them. I move my chair closer and take her hand, which is somehow already stiff and freezing. She doesn't pull away as I trace my fingers along the line of her palm, warming her skin in mine.

"I know you're sad," I say after a moment. "Nothing else. And I think there's more going on than you're willing to tell me. But when we're together, everything is right. I know I can make you happy and you're not some girl I met in a store I thought I'd test the waters with. You're...someone that I'm sure is supposed to be in my life. I think you can feel it too."

"I can. You're the best part of my day. Every day." She breathes. I tilt her chin up to look at me and she does. In this moment, we're closer than we've ever been and I want to kiss her but I know there's more important things so I murmur,

"Why him?"

Dean hasn't struck any humans since he's gotten here. Sam still wants me to find out more about him, and we have the new members trailing him every moment of the day. But we've never found out what happens behind closed doors. It felt like a line I shouldn't cross.

"I can't let him go." she says flatly. "That's something that won't change. I am going to be with him."

"Why?" I press. "What do you see in him?"

She pauses, considering. Then she pulls her hands from mine and the moment passes.

"He loves me. He really really does." she says matter of factly. "He reminds me of where I'm from. He was there when I heard my mom died. I'm going to be with him."

I take a deep breath but ultimately nod.

"If that's how it has to be, fine." I say. And we drop the matter then and there. I know that tomorrow I'll plead my case. I'll tell her all the reasons she should be with me and how much happier I could make her than he does. But tonight we pass the time in quiet conversation and radio hits. And that's the end of it.