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Requested - Dean Winchester x reader with the prompts 19 - “The truth is being with you scares me. But not being with you…terrifies me” and 23 - “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”
Y/N had been hunting with the Winchester’s for a long time, you’d met them whilst you were hunting a nest of vampires and ended up making quite a team. Once they had found out what the vampires had done to your family they opened their home up to you, you had happily accepted the invitation and since then had grown close to them. Whilst you liked both men you had been drawn to Dean more, you went to him when you were scared, when you couldn’t sleep due to nightmares from your past. You shared the bed with him more times than not when the three, sometimes four depending on if Castiel joined, travelled. You knew you were falling for the taller man but also knew nothing could come from it, this life wasn’t for people who thought they could have a slice of happiness, getting to close to someone got you and them hurt but still you couldn’t help soaking up all the hugs, the touches, the lingering glances between Dean and you.
Even with the apocalypse world situation nothing had changed between you and Dean, you were still friends, the best of friends, and nothing more. You joked and flirted, everyone could tell there was something there but you knew Dean was just joking, no matter how much Sam tried to convince you otherwise.
The bunker was currently fuller than usual, Rowena here helping with opening the gate to the apocalypse world, Gabriel recovering and helping were he could, Castiel, Sam and Dean were getting ready to go to the other side. You, however, sat staring at Dean with an angry glare. He had banned you from going, said it was too dangerous which was true but what wasn’t dangerous in this life? You knew when you joined the boys your life would be dangerous, that every action would have a consequence but you wanted to help! You were going to the apocalypse world with or without Dean’s permission, just let him try and stop you.
“Listen, I’m not apologising for protecting you-“ Dean began but was quickly cut off by you protesting, “I don’t need protection Dean Winchester, I’m a big girl and I’m perfectly capable of protecting myself!” Kneeling in front of you Dean sighed before continuing, “I know you can but you haven’t dealt with a threat this big before, Hell, we don’t even know what we’re walking into. You- I won’t let you go in there. I need you too damn much.” You looked at him for a long moment. As much as you wanted the words to mean something, and in any other situation they would, you couldn’t listen to them at the moment. You needed to go with them, help them!
“I’m going with you whether you like it or not.” Your voice was firm as you stood from your chair, pushing past him. He barely stayed balanced in his squatting position before he stood up and went to follow you, only to be stopped by Sam who put his hand on Dean's shoulder and shook his head slightly.
“She’s right, the clock may run out on us.” You heard as you tuned back into the conversation. You knew Castiel and Rowena were right, you hadn’t been to the other world but from what you’d been told it was big and the chance of finding Mary and Jack was, well it was slim.
Looking up you saw Gabriel enter the room, holding a vial of his grace. As Rowena held it up you frowned a confused expression making its way onto yours, and everyone else’s face. With an uneasy look towards Castiel, Rowena used the small amount of grace to finish the spell. As the angels grabbed their blades and Sam and Dean grabbed their bags, you leant against the door frame, your own bag hidden in your room a few doors down.
“I need you to trust me.” Dean said as he came over to you, a hand reaching up to cup your cheek, it took all your strength not to lean into his touch. “I’m not benching you to be an ass, I’m trying to protect you. Hell, I don’t even want Sammy in there. I can’t have both of you in there, I’m sorry Y/N. I really am.”
“You don’t need to be worried about protecting me in there Dean! Sure I haven’t fought archangels like you have but I’ve fought enough creatures to the point where you should know I can handle my own shit. Stop looking at me like a child who told you they want to be an astronaut, I can actually do this.” You were angry, you had been with the Winchester’s for a few years now. Had been through thick and thin with them and still when the biggest fight was here Dean didn’t trust you. You turned and walked out of the room, the older Winchester following you right out.
“I trust you, Y/N, you know I do!” Dean said causing you to scoff, he paused to glare at you before continuing. “Is it that hard to believe I care about you too much?”
“Whatever. Just go, I don’t even care. I’ll just follow your orders and stay here!” He went to respond, looking just as frustrated as you felt, but was cut off by Sam shouting him into the room.
“Y/N, before I go, in case something happens you have to know,” here he paused for a few long moments, “I - I do trust you.” It could have been the many emotions you were feeling but you swore you saw regret in his eyes, like he was telling the truth but not the whole truth. You shrugged it off, rolling your eyes at his retreating figure before following him into the room again.
You all watched as Rowena completed the spell, the portal appeared before collapsing, all you heads titling with it. The group in front of you began arguing about Gabriel’s grace before Castiel started explaining how they needed archangel grace.
“We need Lucifer.” His voice was firm, there was no arguing with the statement, though that didn’t stop them. Your eyes darted towards Sam and then Rowena, feeling sympathy for them both but knowing Castiel was right. Gabriel wasn’t healed and the gate needed to be opened as soon as possible.
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Sam, Dean and Castiel excused themselves to go and discuss things in the kitchen. You left for your bedroom not completely understanding what needed discussing, as much as Sam had reason to despise Lucifer he was the only way that the door to the apocalypse world could be opened.
For the amount of time you had spent with Sam and Dean, you hadn’t had the chance to meet Lucifer. They kept you as far away from him as humanly possible. They had told you what he had done to Cas, to Sam but you weren’t scared of him, well not as much as you probably should’ve been. It sort of made sense, Lucifer wanting to destroy the world his Father made after being put in the cage. That didn’t mean you agreed with what Lucifer had done, just that you could sort of see his side.
The apocalypse world was going to be dangerous, you knew that much. Dean was worried about going in there and that should have been enough to scare you but you couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. You’d lost one family and you refused to sit around and do nothing while this family was in danger.
There was a knock on your door and you looked up to see Castiel leaning against the frame. “Dean wanted to come but I didn’t think you’d want to see him right now.” He said causing you to smile. “Rowena and Gabriel have gone to collect Lucifer. I’d expect them back shortly.”
You nodded at Castiel and told him you’d be out soon before closing the door and double checking your bag. You had guns, extra bullets, a knife, flashlights and your angel blade which you stole from Dean a year or so ago. You planned to go through to the apocalypse world after Sam, Dean, Gabriel and Cas had had time to move. Rowena wouldn’t let you go without a fight but if Lucifer was there then maybe she wouldn’t be as focused on you.
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By the time you walked back into the library, Rowena was grinding the ingredients for the spell again and a man you’d never met before was knelt on the ground. Lucifer, that was Lucifer. He had just started the regain consciousness when you quietly walked in.
“Oh hey Sam,” he smirked before taking in the rest of the room, “oh look at that, all the people I love to torture in the same room.” Then his eyes locked with yours and you raised an eyebrow. “Expect you, whose she? New pet?” He was cut off as Rowena placed the bowl of ingredients under him and he put the pieces together. Your eyes widened as Castiel stepped forward and slit the archangels throat, grace pooling from the wound.
Sam told Lucifer of his plan before Rowena performed the spell again, this time the door was bright and wide and Sam’s plan of draining Lucifer seemed like it would actually work, seemed like something would finally go right for them.
“...Then, when we get back, then we’ll kill you.” Sam said, pointing his figure at the archangel. The unbothered, almost bored, “cool” Lucifer let out made you snort quietly; never piss off a Winchester.
Whilst Sam checked in with Rowena, Dean made his way over to you. “Listen I know you’re still made at me but I need you to know this before I go,” He took a deep breath, moments passed before he looked at you again, ““Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you. If I don’t make it back, I just- I need you to know that, ok?”
Before you could reply Gabriel was asking the group if they were ready and before you knew it each of them passed through the doorway, Dean throwing you one last look over his shoulder. Well now you absolutely needed to go to the apocalypse world, not only to help Jack and Mary but if something happened to Dean, not that you didn’t doubt he’d find a way back from the dead, he wouldn’t know you felt the same about him.
Sometimes you really hated the hunter’s life.
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You sat watching Lucifer stare down at the bowl filled with his grace. He looked slightly defeated before turning his attention to Rowena, beginning to pick at her. You raised your eyebrow as you listened to him, “sort of old-fashioned rightness to it, if you think about it. The men going off to face the trials and glories of war. Woman staying home in the kitchen, where she belongs.” You felt your own fists clench and you had to close your eyes to resist the urge to get up and punch the archangel. As you watched him smile innocently at Rowena you had to give credit to her, she knew how to handle the Devil.
Once he saw he wasn’t getting a reaction out of Rowena he turned to you, smirking when he saw he was already getting a reaction out of you. Rowena placed a hand on your knee, just out of sight of Lucifer, and you took a deep breath knowing you couldn’t let him get to you.
“What about you then? Never tortured you before. Dean Winchester seems fond of you, is that how your relationship works? Dean goes off doing the real work, the man's work and you, what, you stay here like a good little girlfriend? Ready to stitch up his wounds and fetch him drinks all day? Is that it?” You felt Rowena’s grip on you tighten as your jaw clenched painfully. “Oh no that’s not it. You wanted to go, didn’t you? But Dean doesn’t think you’re strong enough, does he?” You focused your attention back on the book in front of you, trying your best not to show Lucifer he was getting to you. He kept prodding but you wouldn’t budge, Rowena’s grip on you helping hold you down.
Again, the lack of reaction caused Lucifer to pause before he started singing obnoxiously. You and Rowena shared a look of exasperation, both ready to be done with the archangel and if you didn’t need him he’d be dead already. You watched Rowena place her hand on her head and hoped the group in the apocalypse world would be quick for her sake, you couldn’t wait until you went across.
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“I told her I loved her, man. I finally confessed and we get dragged into this world before she could say anything, Hell even a rejection would be better than nothing.” Dean sighed, Sam looked at him in sympathy knowing just how long his older brother had been trying to work up the courage to tell Y/N how he felt. It was moments like this were he wished Dean and him could just live a normal life, let Dean be happy for once.
“Let’s just make it through this and then you’ll see her. Trust me, she’s just as crazy about you as you are about her.” Dean didn’t look convinced but shrugged his shoulders; trying to focus on this world and not on his world.
The subject changed onto Dean’s worry about Sam, how he seemed different in this world but that quickly got interrupted by a woman’s scream. Gabriel tried to dissuade them from intervening but saving people was their job.
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Lucifer’s singing carried on before he changed the topic on his last encounter with Rowena. You could see he was getting to her and took this as your chance. Quietly you slipped out of the room, a strong sense of guilt and sympathy for the witch but you knew you had to leave. You grabbed your bag and headed back to the doorway to the apocalypses, pausing before entering the room as you heard Rowena snap. You heard her tell Lucifer that Jack was on the other side, a bad feeling settling in your stomach as you snuck passed and into the doorway.
“Ow!” You cried as you fell face first through the crack. You looked around and felt a chill run up your back, this world was worse than what Sam and Dean had said. You pulled the angel blade from your bag, stuffing it tightly in your boot before pulling the gun out. You looked around, trying to figure out which way to go before you shot around, gun pointed up as you heard something behind you.
“What are you doing here?” You raised an eyebrow as Lucifer questioned you.
“I could ask you the same thing!” You bit back, lowering your gun and pulling the blade from your boot, “you’re meant to be keeping that open!” You yell, pointing to the door.
“Yes, well, change of plans. Apparently my son is in this world and I want him back,” he said before pausing, looking you up and down before smirking, “and you’re going to help me.”
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It was official, you hated Lucifer.
He’d managed to track down which way the Winchester’s and Angels had gone before grabbing your arm and pulling you along. Though he had forced you to take a detour in which he found some of Michael’s angels and drained them off their grace. To think Dean was worried about you coming to this world because of the creatures in it, no, know you had your own personal guard; the bloody Devil himself. The sooner you found him, the better. Not only did you want to be as far away from Lucifer as possible, you also needed to warn them that the gate would close sooner than anticipated thanks to the Devil.
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Lucifer ended up pushing you through a door and into a dark tunnel, thankfully you’d brought your flashlight, using it to try and see where you were. Lucifer and you walked down the cave, cobwebs littering the place as you looked around.
“Keep going.” Lucifer growled like you could possibly go anywhere but forward. On the way you passed multiple beheaded vampires and reached for your regular blade, shoving the gun in your jeans.
“Scared?” Lucifer asked with a smirk. “Not even a little, come on.” You replied with an eye roll, turning the corner. You came onto a space with a few different passages, turning to look at Lucifer. As much as you hated the archangel, he was proving useful in knowing where to go.
“This way.” He said before leading you up one of the dark passages. You gripped your blade tighter, feeling uneasy as you looked around. You could definitely hear growling and from the sounds of it you were getting closer.
Lucifer reached out and grabbed your arm causing you to try and pull away, try being the key word considering his grasp was too strong to break. “Keep quiet.” He said before you ended up in another room, a hand shooting to your head. God you hated when angels did that. Opening your eyes you let out a gasp as you saw Sam laying dead on the floor. You looked to Lucifer who paid you no attention before your focus was back on Sam, who sat up and inhaled deeply.
“Hey Sammy.” You watched as Lucifer took joy in bringing Sam back, knowing he had an advantage over him. Lucifer launched into another of his annoying speeches as Sam tried to comprehend the situation as you stood in the shadows, trying to get over the fact that Sam had died, again.
“The rift. Rowena. Y/N.” You watched as Sam realised the implications of Lucifer being here and not back at the bunker.
Lucifer walked over to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “Relax, this one’s safe. I’ve been guarding her the whole time.” He told Sam with an innocent grin. “Rowena’s ok. I was going to kill her but instead she blasted me here but that’s okay because apparently, apparently, my son is here!”
Sam’s eyes flashed to you as Lucifer continued talking. He picked up his bag, ready to leave before Lucifer showed him the vampires he was keeping at bay. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Lucifer was going to Jack and hopefully by this point Jack would be with Dean, Cas and Gabriel. You just hoped Sam came with you, it really was the only way out of here. You watched as Lucifer went to snap his fingers, ready to let the hoard of vampires in.
“What do you want!?” Sam shouted angrily, face showing his emotions clearly. A relationship with his son, that’s what Lucifer claimed to want. Castiel had informed you all of the power this nephilim would hold and how with that power, Lucifer really was unstoppable.
“You’re going to help me. I don’t think he’ll give me a chance unless I come bearing gifts. That’s where you come in, her too but she’s not as important. Hell I could kill you now and it wouldn’t affect my plans.” He said to you, his grip on you tightening. Your eyes darted to Sam’s, betraying the panic you were feeling.
He turned his attention back to Sam, his grip on you not easing. “Apocalypse world, Michaels armies, you really think you and your family can handle that stuff alone. You need me.” Lucifer told him and as much as you hated to admit it, the more archangels you had on your side the better.
“And what if I say no?” Your whole body went cold as Sam said that. You understood him not wanting to work with Lucifer but right now there wasn’t a choice. He’d never get away from the vampires without the help of the archangel. Sam just had to play along long enough to get back to the group.
“All right, let me just make this really really easy, easy enough for even you to understand Sammy. I’m getting to Jack, one way or another. The only question is, you coming?”
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Lucifer kept an arm on you as he pushed Sam forward, letting the group see him first before his dramatic appearance. You hadn’t known the man very long, a day at most, but you hated him. You saw the confusion on Castiel’s face, the smile that spread across Jack’s face and squeezed your eyes shut. Nothing could go right for them, could it?
Once Lucifer could see Sam held everyone’s attention, he pulled you around with him causing the general gaze to shift from Sam to you two. You could see Dean’s face clearly and regretted ever stepping through that doorway.
“Hello, son.” Lucifer smirked. You turned to glare up at Lucifer as he dragged you over to stand near Cas, Gabriel and Jack. You could see the innocent act coming out again as Jack looked at his father.
“How did you get in here?” Castiel asked, his eyes flickering to you in question. You shook your head.
“Oh, she didn’t let me go, no, no, I managed that all on my own. In fact, she came in before me.” You closed your eyes again, looking down at the floor as Lucifer spoke.
Dean stepped forward once Lucifer began to talk to Jack, not allowing the archangel anywhere near him. Lucifer began talking, something he was good at, getting into people’s minds. You could see Jack's face, angry but curious. Once Jack flashed out, Dean began to shout at Lucifer.
After Lucifer had been restrained with handcuffs, Dean’s pulled you away from him and the group.
“What the hell, Y/N!? What were you thinking? First I tell you don’t come in here and then you what? You team up with Lucifer? God, he could have killed you!” Dean shouted angrily, fingers running through short hair.
“I- I know, ok, I know he could have killed me,” your hand went up to your neck where he held you, “I know. I came in here and he was still restrained. I was here for less than two minutes when he came in! I don’t know what happened. I’m not working with Lucifer, Dean I had to, I couldn’t let you come here. If something happened, God Sam died! I saw him dead, that could have been you too! And you wouldn’t have known that I, that I,” You let out a sob as tears fell down your face, it wasn’t often you cried but after everything that had happened you couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down your face.
“Ok, Ok, c’mere,” Dean said as he pulled you in for a hug. “I’m not mad, it’s just I cannot lose you, Y/N/N. God, it bad enough Sam died in here, if I’d lost both of you I couldn’t, I don’t know what I’d do. I didn’t think these would be the circumstances when I confessed but the truth is,” he began, pulling away to wipe at your eyes, making sure you were looking at him before he continued, “being with you scares me. But not being with you…terrifies me.”
“I love you too. I have for so long but in our life, it’s hard to care about someone this much, yet alone love them. But I want that, with you Dean. I really do.” Your tears had started to slow as Dean wiped them before leaning in and kissing you softly. It was sweeter than what you imagined but considering the circumstances, it was exactly what you both needed. It didn’t last long, Dean pulled away and rested his head on your forehead. “I swear when we get back to our world, I’m not letting you go. I’m gonna treat you right.” He wrapped his arm around you before placing a kiss on your head.
There was still a lot to figure about, both with your relationship and the current situation. 31 hours wasn’t a lot of time but if anyone could figure out a way, it was the Winchesters.
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You sat in the bunker, glass in hand as you took in the sight. The bunker was flooded with people from the apocalypse world, Rowena had managed to get everyone back safely, everyone but Gabriel and Lucifer. Your heart ached for Gabriel, all that time on the run, the time spent being tortured by Asmodeus, it would have been nice for him to stay, live his life instead of running. You watched with a fond smile as Sam spoke to Rowena, hopefully the youngest Winchester would let himself have a slice of happiness. Sam moved to stand by Dean and Cas talking quietly before Dean’s gaze moved to you, before he could move to you apocalypse world Bobby took a minute to toast Sam and Dean.
“Hey. There’s a diner not too far away. How’d you guys feel about burgers?” Mary asked the group, Jack, Sam, Cas, Dean and you. After everyone approved you all headed to the garage. It was a tight squeeze in the back but you and Dean rode up front, hands intertwined tightly together. Looking behind you, you saw Sam looking between you with a grin on his face. Sometimes, in moments like this, you could pretend things were normal, like you hadn’t just been in an entirely different universe. Like you were allowed to be happy. You rested your head on Dean’s shoulder and he placed a kiss upon your head before turning his attention back to the road.
Maybe you couldn’t have that white picket fence, apple pie life but looking around the Impala you realised, maybe you don’t need that to be happy and have a family. As long as you were together, you were happy even fighting side by side chopping off vampires heads and killing other worldly angels. Being with Dean, being happy with Dean, scared you. But not being with him...terrifies you.
27 - "I think you might be pregnant.” Sam Winchester noticing reader is tired grumpy and sick often and thinks she is pregnant. She notices it being weird to now I’m saying that and realizes she has not gotten a period in awhile . Now the hard part is Telling her boyfriend Dean Winchester the news.
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Warnings - Sickness/puking, pregnancy(?).
You had become a hunter a few years ago when a group of werewolves had killed your family, that’s when you met Sam and Dean Winchester. Meeting them had been the best thing to happen to you, even under the circumstances in which you had met. You’d gotten your revenge, but it hadn’t made you feel better like you thought it would but the Winchester’s helped you out. They offered you shelter in their newly found bunker, and you had become close to both of them. Sam was your best friend; he was the one you went to about things you couldn’t tell Dean, the one you nerded out with. He was like your brother. Dean Winchester was something entirely different. You adored him from the moment you had met him. This life was hard, and Dean had tried to deny his feelings for you whilst trying to make you do the same, it didn’t work out. Eventually, Sam talked some sense into Dean and you two had gotten together. He was terrified something would happen to you but knew you could protect yourself though he had given you a speech about how in this life it was dangerous and there was no time for that perfect picket fence and apple pie life that most people dreamed about. You’d known that from the moment you had gotten involved in hunting though but any moment you spent with Dean was so much better than that life.
Recently you had been skipping cases that popped up, opting to stay at the bunker instead. It’s not that you wanted to but recently you’d been throwing up, with was unusual for you. You started the day of bent over the toilet, Dean holding your hair back and wiping your face for you even though you protested him being there. Throughout the day you felt better but you had been more snappy than usual with the boys as of late, the other day you had snapped at Castiel for something so minor and stupid, it had ended in you crying into Castiel’s shoulder as you chocked out an apology and he awkwardly held you until Dean showed up. You had no idea what was wrong with you, your emotions were usually something you had a grip on, in this life, you had to otherwise you’d be having a breakdown every other day. Whilst you were confused, you had to ignore it as best you could as you sat in the library reading over lore books to help the boys with a new case.
Dean had run out to the store to grab a few things you guys needed in the bunker whilst Sam had gone out for takeout. You were thankful he had as you had a real craving for your favourite food from the place, it was the one thing you had been looking forward to as you and Castiel read book after book. You looked up as the door slammed shut and Sam came in, shortly after he put your food in front of you and immediately your appetite went, your face paled as you stood up. You knew you wouldn’t make it to the toilet so quickly made your way over to the trash can and began to puke, tears ran down your face, a mixture of tiredness, being fed up of puking and disappointment over your usually favourite meal making you sick before you even had a bite. Sam came over and began to rub your back with one hand whilst his other held your hair back, you thought you heard him ask Castiel to grab you a bottle of water but you were so focused on your pity party you weren’t sure.
Once you had finished puking you leaned back against Sam, letting him wrap his arms around you as you cried. Sure enough, a water bottle was being held against your lips and you drank slowly before pushing it away from you, a whine leaving your lips. You vaguely recall seeing Castiel leave the room again as Sam helped you up, most of your weight on him as he helped you to your room. Gently he laid you on yours and Dean’s bed, tucking you in before taking a seat on the bed himself. He had noticed your behaviour over the past few weeks, nearly a month. He noticed the exhaustion you were feeling, made note of your sickness, Dean told him about how you usually felt better after puking in the morning but sometimes complained of stomach pains. He took note of your ever-changing mood, one minute you were snapping at someone and the next you were crying into their shoulder and then went back to your regular self. He had a hunch of what could be causing this but wasn’t sure how to bring it up, the best tactic was probably to ease into it but he hated seeing you like this so just tried to ask as best he could without upsetting you further.
“Y/N, I know you’ve noticed your own behaviour these past few weeks. The lack of sleep, the morning sickness, the cravings, the mood swings, hell even your favourite food is making you sick. Is there any chance you could be,” here he paused, looking at you waiting for understanding to cross your features, instead your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. ‘Great’ Sam thought to himself, ‘the thought had never crossed your mind.’
“Y/N, I think you might be pregnant.” He watched as your face betrayed a range of emotions in such a short space of time, confusion, sadness, happiness, anger, hope all showed before you settled on disbelief. There was no way you could be pregnant, you and Dean were careful, you had to be! This wasn’t the kind of life you could bring a child into. You liked this life and you knew Dean did too, you couldn’t take that away from him but you also knew you couldn’t get rid of this baby if you were even pregnant. You were freaking out over something you didn’t know was certain yet but deep down you knew, it was the only reasonable explanation for your mood, the sickness and tiredness. Thinking about it now you realised you had missed you period. You let out a choked sob, letting Sam wrap his arms around you tightly.
“I can check for you,” Castiel said causing you both to look up. You nodded, still clutching Sam as Cas came over and pressed his hand gently on you before pulling away, a small smile threatening to spread onto his face as he nodded to you. You gasped, more tears flowing down your face as Sam rubbed your back. He let himself smile without you seeing, ‘I’m going to be an uncle!”
“How am I supposed to tell Dean? He’s going to hate me!”You sobbed causing Sam to laugh softly.
“Dean couldn’t hate you if he tried and you know it. Just tell him, he’s gonna be shocked but trust me I’ve seen him with kids and he’s gonna be the best dad and you, you’re going to be a great mom.”He smiled down at you causing you to smile back up at him, tears still ran down your face but came to a stop as you thought of the good things. These hormones were really going to be a bitch these next nine months.
“And you and Cas get to be Uncles!” You grin at them both. Castiel’s eyes widened, he knew he was a part of the family but moments like this really opened his eyes to how much he loved the family he had been accepted into, he wouldn’t change it for anything.
“Whoa, what’s going on in here?” Dean asked as he entered your room. He had come into the bunker and saw the evidence that you had puked again, takeout cartons full but discarded on the table and immediately sought you out. He didn’t expect to see you laying in bed clutching Sam, tears evident on your cheeks, Castiel smiling to the side. Once he’d made his presence known the room was tense and he couldn’t help but worry, they clearly knew something he didn’t.
“You want Cas and me to leave whilst you tell him?” He heard Sam ask and couldn’t help but frown, ‘what the hell is going on?’ He looked at Cas who smiled but shook his head. You asked Sam and Cas to stay in the room before beckoning Dean over, he complied and sat opposite you on the bed, hand reaching up to wipe stray tears from your face.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked, and you shook your head, controlling your emotions was bloody hard when you were pregnant, how the hell were you going to cope with nine months of this!
“I need to tell you something, and you’re going to freak out but just listen ok?” You asked him and he nodded his head straight away, his eyes filled with concern. God, you loved him so much. You couldn’t imagine not being with him; the thought of him leaving you now had your eyes filling with tears. Thankfully none spilled, you’d had enough of crying. “You’ve obviously noticed my mood has been a bit all over the place recently and I’ve been really sick and not sleeping well. Sam had an idea of what it could be, and Castiel was able to confirm his idea. Baby, I’m pregnant.”
You watched as Dean’s eyes widened in disbelief, waiting for the argument to come but it never did. Instead, Dean’s face softened and he whispered, “I’m gonna be a dad?” You nodded, a smile forming on your own face. He moved you from Sam’s arms and into his own, kissing you gently before wrapping you into a tight hug himself. Castiel joined you all on the bed and smiled at Sam who grinned back. -
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Obviously, it wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine. You and Dean needed to sit down and have a very serious and mature conversation about the future. Thankfully the boys weren’t just staying in motels or their car anymore, they had a stable home which you had been invited into on day one. After a bit of baby-proofing, you were convinced to stay there; it was the first place you and them had called home in a long time and you didn’t want to move. You talked about hunting, Dean didn’t want his kid being raised a hunter, which you understood and supported, but he didn’t want to give up being a hunter. You’d made the decision to stop full time, instead, you would help out from the bunker with the research and looking up lore in the books.
Castiel and Sam had gone a bit mental buying things for the baby, going even more overboard once they found out you were having a baby girl. Dean had cried at that news, he was going to have a baby girl! He knew she was going to ruin his life in the best way possible, even more so if she was anything like you. You had gotten a better grip on your emotions but were still a mess on the best of days. You knew your little girl was going to have every man in this house wrapped around her finger, she wasn’t even here yet and her daddy and uncles were spoiling her rotten.
The day you went into labour, let’s just say you’ve never seen two hunters and an angel look so hopeless, scared and horrified. Dean was in the room with you as you gave birth and though he was pale and sweaty, he’d somehow gotten through it. He praised you continuously, telling you how well you were doing, how you were gonna be the best mom. When he held her you saw the moment he fell in love, your baby girl wrapped her fist around his finger and he was gone, tears ran down his face as he held the girl like she was going to break. He kissed you sweetly, thanking any God that would listen for you, thanking you for putting up with him, told you how much he loved you and you did the same. Sam and Castiel entered the room shortly after and went through the same process you and Dean had. Sam looked at the baby like she was the most precious thing in the world, he’d do anything for her. You smiled as he pressed a slow and gentle, barely there, kiss upon her head before passing her off to Castiel. The angel looked down at your daughter and then back at you, telling you the amazing job you’d done. He was in love, if there was any chance of him going back to Heaven it was squashed as he looked down at your baby girl and swore he’d protect her against anything. Finally, the baby was passed back to you and a few tears fell from your eyes as you leaned against Dean and looked around at your small family.
“Y/D/N, you’re gonna be so loved and protected by everyone in this room.” You whispered as you kissed her head. Dean wrapped his arms around both of you and kissed you again.
“I love you so much, Y/N.”
“I love you too, baby.”
White x Jared Padalecki from your promts list, please?
Last Chance for Romance
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Prompt - White - “We’re not fine” “No, but if anyone asks, lie and tell them we are”
You sat in the green room, detached from everyone else, staring at your phone trying to seem busy as your mind was a million miles away. They always said never get involved with somebody you worked with but you thought this one would work, it had worked for two years until he had left you two days before a convention where you had to be a smiles and laughs. As if going through a breakup wasn’t bad enough you had to pretend you weren’t heartbroken.
~ two days ago ~
You sat on one side of the table with Jared on the other side, tears filled your eyes but you refused to let them fall as Jared played with his hands, a sad look upon his face. Two years you’d been together, in that time you had moved in with each other and began to plan your lives together and now it was over.
“It just isn’t working, between our schedules and arguments that happen when we are together, it’s…c’mon Y/N, you know I’m right.” He had said, you shook your head as you stared at him. You’d been arguing more often as of late but that was because you were both stressed and weren’t managing it properly, not because you stopped caring or because you had fallen out of love with him.
“Listen, I know this is awful but we have a convention in a few days and I think it’s better if we just pretend we’re fine. Dealing with the fans prodding and our friends isn’t what either of us want or need now.” Your eyes widened in disbelief before you let out a choked sob.
“We’re not fine.” You told him coldly after taking a moment to recompose yourself.
“No, but if anyone asks, lie and tell them we are.” He was looking at you with wide, pleading eyes. You scoffed wondering why you should be doing him any favours, act like you weren’t heartbroken around some of your closest friends. They’d only have to take one look at the pair of you and realise something wasn’t right. You still agreed to pretend though, acting was your job, you could get through a few days without breaking down, right?
~ present day ~
People knew something was off but you just smiled and told them everything was fine, just a small argument, nothing to worry about. You’d spent the last two days before the convention torn between crying and getting angry. Right now though you were just sad and broken, hiding your feelings only made that pain worse, especially when you saw him laugh or smile.
“You gonna tell me what’s wrong or have I got to guess?” You were pulled out of your thoughts by Matt Cohen, who sat next to you with a concerned look upon his face. You rolled your eyes at him but a smile appeared on your face, not feeling as fake as the ones you had let out all day.
“What makes you think there’s something wrong?” Avoiding questions is easy when you’re in the spotlight, interviewers asked things you didn’t want to answer and you were able to side step the question and turn it into something you could answer. This technique was something you’d found yourself doing all morning.
“Come on, Y/N/N, just talk to me.” Matt pouted at you causing you to roll your eyes, thankfully though you were saved by your handler informing you that you had a panel starting with Jared, Jensen and Misha. ‘Great,’ you thought with a sigh. You said your goodbyes to Matt, trying to ignore the concern in his features as you walked out of the room.
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The panel was the longest that you’d experienced. There was a tension on the stage that everyone could feel, you didn’t have the energy to play pretend. Questions were asked but you found yourself only half paying attention, having to ask fans to repeat a question more than once. You could see Jared look at you but you couldn’t bring yourself to acknowledge him, which to the fans was a dead giveaway that something was wrong because you were always touching and joking around. Thankfully nobody asked about the tension though and once Richard came on to end the panel you were gone.
Finding an empty room during a convention was difficult but you’d managed to, however what you failed to notice was Jared following you. Once you were in the room you cracked, tears fell down your face as you sat on one of the sofas in the room. You tried for days to keep your emotions at bay, tried to do as Jared had asked, tried to play along but you couldn’t.
“Y/N.” You heard the whispered call of your name, your head snapping you to see Jared leaning against the door, a sad look upon his face. The look sparked a bit of anger in you, why should he get to be sad when he ended things with you?
“I’m sorry, Y/N. We fought constantly, you can’t tell me you were actually happy can you? I mean I wanted to be, I really did, but it wasn’t working.” He told you as he came into the room, sitting on a chair opposite you. Tears continued to stream down your face as you refused to look at him.
“I was happy, Jared. Sure we fought but who doesn’t? I was willing to try! Willing to make an effort to find a solution instead of just ending everything! Not only is this hard but I can’t even process it because we’re doing cons and you want us to pretend everything is fine and dandy when it isn’t.” You were tired, you just wanted to go back to the hotel room and hide away from everything for a while.
“What could we have done to find a solution? Breaking up seemed like the only solution, Y/N/N.” Finally you looked at him, his face dropping even more as he saw the tears staining yours. He reached out to grab your hand and you let him, you were mad but God you loved him more than anything. You wouldn’t beg for him to take you back but if there was a chance it could work well then you were taking it.
“There’s therapy out there for couples Jared. We could have talked more, made more time for each other, taken a few days out to just be together and reconnect. There’s so many better ways to deal with problems than just breaking things off.” You saw him register what you had said and after a long silence he spoke.
“Ok. I know I handled things badly but I do still love you, I never stopped. If you still want to be with me, I’m willing to make an effort if you are?” He asked, a small hopeful smile on his face as he looked at you with them damn puppy dog eyes.
“I am, but, it isn’t going to make things better overnight, J. You gotta be in this for the long run.” He nodded at you as he promised he would be.
“Ca-Can I um, can I give you a hug?” He asked, voice just above a whisper. You smiled and nodded, a Jared hug, no matter how mad you were at him, was always the best thing. You knew you had a panel soon but ignored the world outside for a moment whilst you stood in Jared’s arms hoping that maybe everything would be ok.
Hey i love your writing. Can I request the Amber song prompt please? I apologise for the details haha but can I request it with Jared & adopted daughter reader, Gen & adopted daughter reader, Jensen & reader, Danneel & reader and if you can fit it in somewhere Rob Benedict & reader. Can the reader write the song? I'd like to have the reader to be in the care system and jared and gen foster her. Either she sings the song to them or they hear it without her wanting to, up to you. thank you somuch!
I’ll Stay
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Prompts - Amber song prompt - I’ll Stay - Isabela Moner
Jared and Gen adopt the reader and she struggles to accept that they really want her.
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You’d recently been fostered. That was a miracle in itself considering you were a teenager and nobody, usually, wanted to foster and then adopted them. The couple, Jared and Genevieve Padalecki, had wanted an older kid and decided you would be a welcome fit in their home.
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There was another couple visiting today, they were coming in to foster a kid. You sat in your room, knowing you weren’t needed downstairs, you weren’t going to be fostered so what was the point. With that mindset it was a shock when somebody knocked on your open door. Looking up you saw a man, a tall man with long brown hair, leaning against the peeling door frame. You felt like you recognised him from somewhere but couldn’t quite place it.
“Hey um, I’m Jared.” He told you with a smile. His overall presence made you relax but you still raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“Y/N. Why are you up here?”
“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Actually, I-uh, I only came up here to use the bathroom. How come you’re up here? We got told everyone would be downstairs so me and my wife could meet them.” You felt yourself growing more confused, why would he want you down there?
“Yeah, well, trust me after all my times in different homes I’ve learnt that people only want babies and little kids. Once you hit your teenage years you’re pretty much stuck here ‘til you can leave on your own.” You watched him take in the information, a frown playing on his face as he did.
“Actually me and my wife, Gen, we’re here to adopt an older kid. We already have three kids of our own, we’ve got Tom whose 7, Shep whose 5 and Odette whose 2. Gen’s always wanted a big family, me too actually, but we got told we couldn’t have more kids.” The fact he already had a family didn’t surprise you too much, a lot of couples had their own kids, it was the fact he wanted an older kid that shocked you, especially considering all he kids were considerably young.
“Sorry to hear that.” You told him, gaining a small smile, “but I gotta ask, why an older kid? You’re eldest is seven so why’d you want older?”
“Well with my job I travel around a lot. Whilst we have help from family and friends it would add to the stress if we brought another baby or toddler into the mix, it wouldn’t be very fair to them I guess. A teenager would better understand the situation of me not being around as often as Gen is, I guess. Our kids get it, they know what I do but a new addition, well, it would be difficult to adjust especially since most of the kids, older and young, have a complicated history.” You took in what he was saying, it made sense.
“What’s your job then?” You asked, he gave you a questioning look before answering.
“I’m, uh, I’m an actor. Right now I’m on a show called Supernatural.” Never hearing of the show you just shrugged at him, it was cool that he was an actor. You’d probably seen his picture on social media or something.
“So, Y/N, let’s get to know each other.”
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It had been a long process of course, everything had to be arranged, you had to spend nights at their house and go on day trips with the couple and their three children. It was nice but as you lay in your new bed you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.
You’d been in the care system pretty much your whole life, families had fostered you and given you right back. The disappointment and sadness you’d felt each time faded into nothing, you’d learnt not to care too much, knowing that the only way you were getting out of the system was when you turned the legal age.
However, Gen and Jared were adamant in trying to convince you that you were wanted here, how they wouldn’t bring someone into their family, to meet their children, if they weren’t serious. You liked the Padalecki’s, you really did, and you knew that was the worst thing because when they sent you back, and they would, it would hurt the most.
Eventually you gave up on tossing and turning, instead you grabbed the new phone they’d recently gifted you and checked the time, 02:32 AM. Usually when you couldn’t sleep you went out for a walk, probably not the safest idea for a young girl to be alone at this time of night but it helped clear your mind. When you were at the group home you would usually go to the hill top, it was secluded, hard to find and perfect for just sitting and contemplating everything.
You hadn’t had a chance to explore your new home town in Austin, Texas, before the family had took you in you’d never even been to Texas. Now was as good a time as any to explore though, you thought. Genevieve had showed you the alarm system that they had, luckily you knew the code so you wouldn’t wake anyone up. Getting out of bed you grabbed a bag and threw your notebook, pen, phone and headphones in before throwing a jacket on too.
Sneaking out of the house was easy, hell you had mastered how to do that by the time you were twelve. The neighbourhood you were in was nice, rich but homely you would say. The Padalecki’s home had been a shock to you, considering you only knew apartments, group homes and peeling houses. You looked around and picked a direction before heading down the road, what better way to explore, and if you got lost at least you had your phone.
You’d been walking for a while before you came across a forest, walking even further until you found a lake. It was beautiful and you quickly found some large rocks to sit on. Checking your phone you realised you been walking for way longer than you thought considering it was 3:30 in the morning, that was around an hour since you’d left the house.
Sitting there, you took in the scenery before pulling out your notebook. In it contained a bit of everything, entries of your days, how you were feeling, a few drawings and some songs you’d wrote. You weren’t a song writer by any means but it was helpful, easier to express your emotions. Some were quite good whilst other were scribbled out completely. It was something that you’d read online, some crap about how it would help you deal with your emotions and you guessed, though you’d never admit it, it did help. You grabbed a pen before opening the book to a blank page and began writing.
‘My feet are sore from walking all night long.No direction when there’s no where to go.’
The Padalecki’s keep saying how their house was your home too and whilst they seemed completely sincere about that, you couldn’t let yourself feel like it was your home, like they cared about you.
‘Empty picture frames of times all gone
Lonely echoes of the stories we‘ve told
If you put on my shoes walk a mile or two
‘til your eyes open wider than they used to.’
You bit the end of your pen, willing the tears in your eyes to go away as you closed the book. Turns out writing about this situation was harder than you’d thought it would be. You wanted to let yourself be happy but how could you when nothing ever went your way.
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- Time skip - 1 week -
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You were being taken to the Ackles house today for a BBQ, the whole family was going and you were going to meet Jensen, Danneel and their kids for the first time. They’d wanted to meet you earlier but Jared said they were letting you get settled in a bit first. You’d heard great things about them from Jared and Gen and if you were being honest you had Googled both families and seen clips of them on YouTube along with people like Misha Collins, Richard Speight Jr and Rob Benedict who all seemed pretty cool too.
You had began, secretly, watching the show and had to admit you really liked it, how you hadn’t watched it before was a mystery to you considering it was in the realm of shows you liked.
Before you knew it you were being pulled into a hug by Danneel, she squeezed you tightly and you froze for a moment. You had never really been affectionate with people, another side effect of being in the system for so long, you either became touch starved or just got used to not being held. A small paused passed before you wrapped your arms around her too, it was awkward but nice. You were greeted the same way by Jensen too, a warm hug and a tight squeeze, again it was awkward but you quite liked it. You met the twins who were adorable as was their eldest, JJ.
For most of the afternoon you drifted towards Danneel, who seemed more than happy to let you sit with her and get to know you. She asked you about your life growing up, you asked her about her family, living here in Texas, she asked you about the states you’d been to. Danneel even invited you to join her and Genevieve to get your nails done sometime when the boys were away, you tried to decline, not wanting to intrude on her day with Gen but she insisted, as did Gen when she found out.
When Danneel went to check the twins Jensen came and occupied the seat his wife had just left.
“How you doing?” He asked, looking at you with a soft smile and concern in his eyes. You nodded a few times before speaking.
“I’m OK.” You told him, only for him to raise his brow at you, “seriously I’m OK. I mean sure it’s a bit overwhelming at times but still that’s to be expected.”
“You know,” Jensen started, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he did, “they spent a year doing them courses to be able to foster and adopt, they spent just about the same amount of time trying to find someone they really liked. I know them and, trust me, they don’t ever wanna give you back. They want you to be a part of their family. I know it’s overwhelming but give it time and you’ll see there’s nothing to be worried about.”
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You laughed as Jared stuffed the remains of his burger into his mouth causing him to grin at you. Rolling your eyes, you pressed the napkin into his hand and made him wipe his face. Jared and Jensen were leaving soon, heading to Vancouver to film for their show, which you had finished watching and wanted to know what happened next.
Life had been pretty good. Sometimes you still got overwhelmed, sometimes you had moments when you were sure they were going to make you go back to the group home, back into the system, but they were always there to reassure you that you were stuck with them.
Jared had decided that he would take you out for the day, just you and him. You’d felt guilty at first, not wanting him to miss out on spending time with his family before he left but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. As you sat opposite him in a cute little diner, you were glad you’d gone out with him.
“You know,” You began as you laughter faded, tone full of amusement still, “I finished watching your show.” You watched as his eyes lit up, could see the pride and passion he had for the show even after all the years he’d spent on it.
“You did? I didn’t even know you’d started watching it! Did you like it?”
“I thought I’d watch it considering it’s such a huge part of yours and Jensen’s life. You know, I actually really enjoyed it. Gotta say though, think Dean’s my favourite.” You laughed loudly at his overly dramatic reaction before continuing. “OK maybe not Dean, maybe, oh I don’t know…Gabriel?”
“Now listen here you, Sam Winchester is the best! If he’s not your favourite then I don’t think you watched the right show.”
Today Jared had taken out to the arcades that weren’t too far a drive from where you guys lived. You’d both spent hours trying to beat each other before deciding to call it a draw, though for the record you totally beat him. There was also a crazy golf course that he’d taken you to, which you didn’t beat him at but still had fun joking around with him.
Both Jared and Genevieve took you out individually to get to know you one on one. Like recently you and Gen had gone hiking once she found out you loved nature and the scenic views, you hadn’t told them of your spot near the lake, you liked the privacy it offered you and you still snuck out to write or just be alone. As well as that she had taken you to the spa, Danneel also came along, and you all got spa treatments and your nails done.
You had also gone out with the kids, you’d took the boys to see the newest films they wanted to see and took Odette and the boys to the park, sometimes joined by both Jared and Gen. All together you had gone to the zoo, farms, the arcades, ice skating and more. It was nice to see the family do so much together, a bit strange for you at first considering you’d never had anything like this but now you looked forward to making more memories.
Jensen had become a large part in your life. He was there when you needed to talk about them overwhelming feelings that you didn’t want to burden Gen and Jared with. You knew they wouldn’t mind and wouldn’t take it as a personal attack on them but for some reason it was easier with Jensen. He took you out to get food as you talked over everything that was bothering you. You also hung out with him when there was nothing wrong, just a few days back you and Jensen had taken JJ out whilst Danneel had the twins.
Having Jared and Jensen leave for Vancouver would be strange. You’d gotten so used to them being around, become dependent on them in a way you hadn’t been with anyone ever, that it was a bit daunting.
The fans knew about you, between the two families there were a lot of pictures featuring you on their Instagram’s. They had asked you before hand obviously, not wanting to evade your privacy if you weren’t comfortable with it but you were.
Jared and you kept joking around whilst you ate your desserts. You were still scared but you felt more comfortable now.
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- Time skip 1 year + 6 months -
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You’d been with Genevieve and Jared for about two years now. You loved them and the kids so much, they were your family. You’d finally accepted it and for the first time in years you were happy, you had parental figures who loved you, aunts and uncles who you adored and siblings, nieces and nephews who were your world.
Jared was home for a few days before he was flying off to another convention, this one you had been invited too. Genevieve was coming too, her parents offering to watch the kids so she could. In the time you had been with Gen and Jared, you’d been to the set of Supernatural and meet a lot of the cast including, Misha, Alexander, Richard, Ruth, Mark (Sheppard and Pellegrino) and Rob plus a few more.
You’d become close to them all. You took an extra liking to Rob Benedict, feeling comfortable around him since you met him. Something about him calmed you down completely even though he himself was a ball of nervous energy, though you’d seen him on stage, only in videos, and could hardly believe it was the same man. Rob had took you to explore Vancouver, taking you on hikes and for dinner. You shared a lot with Rob and ended up telling him that you liked to write songs yourself, he had been persistent that you show him something and it had taken weeks before you showed him the song you’d been working on since you moved into your home.
“You have to perform this at the convention!” Rob had told you, he was grinning brightly as he looked from the book to you.
Your cheeks flushed as you replied, “I- I can’t perform that! It’s, well I, seriously I can’t!”
“You can, Y/N. They’ll both be there and they’ll love it. I promise, I wouldn’t suggest it if I didn’t think it’d turn out good for you. At least think about it.”
And you had. You had thought about it. Rob said you could perform it during the concert he put on, knowing Jared and Gen, plus the rest of the Supernatural cast, would be there. You had politely declined each time.
You sat at the airport in the early hours of the morning, eyes drooping closed as you felt the tiredness weighing down on you. Why you had to take such an early flight you’d never know but here you were. Your eyes stayed closed but you jolted slightly as an arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you against a warm body, Jared your mind supplied. You smiled as you cuddled closer to him, feeling him press a kiss against your forehead before continuing his conversation with Jensen and Gen a bit more quietly.
You didn’t sleep, just rested your eyes until Jared shook you and told you the plane was ready. Before you had to switch your phone off you wrote a text, hesitating to send it. You looked up at Jared, who still had an arm around you, then to Gen who smiled softly at you, you quickly returned it before clicking send on the text.
‘I’ll do it.’
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You’d finally arrived at your hotel and having slept on the plane you know felt wide awake as you walked in ahead of Gen, Jensen and Jared. You were instantly greeted by Rob Benedict who walked up to you with a smug grin on his face causing you to roll your eyes as you stepped into his arms.
“Knew you’d do it.” He whispered, amusement clear in his tone.
“Shut up.” You laughed as you pushed him away, causing him to do the same.
After everyone had their bags put away they decided that they were going out for a few drinks. You were welcomed by everyone but decided you’d stay in the hotel room and just relax for a bit, as well as going over the song Rob was making you perform.
“We can stay in with you if you want?” Gen asked but you just shook your head.
“Go out and have fun. I’ll be fine, honestly I’m just gonna put Netflix on and go to bed.” After convincing Gen, then Jared, that you’d be ok they left and you were alone.
You sat on the bed with the notebook in your lap. Tomorrow you’d perform one of the most personal songs you had ever written in front of a crowd of strangers as well as your friends and family. To say you were terrified would be an understatement but Rob had promised you that he’d be with you the entire time and so would the guys from the band who you’d met and got along with great. It help ease your nerves a bit.
‘My feet are sore from walking all night long
No direction when there’s nowhere to go
Empty picture frames of times all gone
Lonely echoes of the stories we’ve told
If you put on my shoes walk a mile or two‘til your eyes open wider than they used to
Then I will meet you there where the air is clear
Pinky swear I’ll meet you there.’
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The day was here. You had woken up feeling sick, Gen and Jared fussed over you. You stayed in the room as Jared went to do his meet and greets and panels and whilst Gen went with him she came back to the hotel room to check on you throughout the day.
Rob had been texting with you in an attempt to calm you down, it had worked and by time everyone was getting ready for the concert you were feeling more like yourself. Gen and Jared fussed but you assured them you were feeling better and they let you come.
Now you stood to the side with Jared, Gen and Matt Cohen, who you’d only met today but absolutely adored. Matt had an arm around you as you all watched Jensen and Rob sing on stage together. Once they’d finished Rob began to speak.
“So many of you are going to know my next guest but some may not. She’s never performed in front of anyone so give her your full support. She wrote this song herself and she’s a bit nervous. Everyone please welcome Y/F/N Y/L/N!” Jared and Gen turned to look at you in surprise but you didn’t look at them. You felt Matt give your shoulders a squeeze before he gently pushed you forward. The crowd cheered as Rob took your hand in his and handed you the mic.
“You’ll be fine. I’m right here. Don’t look at them if you don’t want to.” You nodded as you looked at him. Rob gestured for the band to start playing.
“My feet are sore from walking all night long
No direction when there’s nowhere to go
Empty picture frames of times all gone
Lonely echoes of the stories we‘ve told
If you put on my shoes walk a mile or two‘til your eyes open wider than they used to
Then I will meet you there where the air is clear
Pinky swear I’ll meet you there
And I’ll stay, with you I see new colors
And I’ll stay, today until forever
And I’ll stay, with you I see new colors
My eyes are open wider today until forever
I’ll stay with you
Familiar faces as we chase the moon
Fall in love and I’ll come crying to you
Through the changes and the Earth’s bad moods
I’ll lay my troubled bones on you
If you put on my shoes walk a mile or two
‘til your eyes open wider than they used to
Then I will meet you there where the air is clear
Pinky swear I’ll meet you there
And I’ll stay, with you I see new colors
And I’ll stay, today until forever
And I’ll stay, with you I see new colors
My eyes are open wider today until forever
I’ll stay with you
(Ah, ah aaah, aaaah)
I’ll stay with you
(Ah, ah aaah, aaaah)
And I’ll stay, with you I see new colors
And I’ll stay, today until forever
And I’ll stay, with you I see new colors
My eyes are open wider today until forever
(Ah, ah aaah, aaaah)
I’ll stay with you
(Ah, ah aaah, aaaah)
Oooh woah woah woah
My eyes are open wider
Tonight
When I’m a hundred two , and I can’t sing to you
Close your eyes, memorize how I used to”
Your eyes had closed as you sung but you opened them once you heard the cheering from the Supernatural fans, letting out a huge sigh of relief. The meaning of the song was obvious to anyone who knew the circumstances, you’d finally finished it when you’d accepted that Gen and Jared were going to keep you, when you realised they love you and you loved them, when you recognised that you were their family and they were yours. To you the song was perfect for expressing that to them because finding the words had been hard.
You thanked everyone and Rob pulled you in for a hug before you left the stage. Gen had tears falling down her face, Jared was no better. Your own eyes filled with tears at the sight but before you could say anything Jared pulled you against him into a tight hug, bringing Gen in as he did. The three of you stayed there for a long while, just holding each other as a family.
“You know we were gonna ask if we could adopt you officially but we weren’t sure how you felt.” Jared told you with a wet chuckle, “but now I think it’s safe to say that you’ll allow us to adopt you?” He asked causing you to look up at him, even more tears streaming down your face at the news.
“Yes, yes, I’m totally ok with you guys adopting me. God, I love you guys so much!” You told them. You felt Gen rub her hand up and down your back as Jared kissed your head.
“We love you too, Y/F/N Padalecki.”
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Prompts - Iron - ‘We work together on this movie/show but we broke up and now our characters are romantically involved.’ & Auburn - we’re both heading home for the holidays but our plane ends up snowed in at the airport. You have soft blankets and i have snacks, and in the end it doesn’t turn out so bad. & Primrose - “But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”
A/N - I literally write Rob Benedict or Matt Cohen as the readers best friend in all my SPN real people fics so, sorry! Trinity is your character’s name on the show.
Working with someone you were dating had its ups and downs. You had never tried to keep this information a secret, you’d spoken about it honestly when prompted at panels and interviews. Sometimes being around your girlfriend, Ruth Connell, all day and night was great, you savoured the moments you spent with her. At the same time though it was hard, sometimes you had arguments and then you had to work with each other like nothing was wrong, other times it was just a bit overwhelming to spend near on 24 hours a day with somebody.
You had problems, every couple did, you tried to keep it real both publicly and privately. That’s why you were a bit lost at the moment. The Supernatural cast were all together at a convention, Ruth, you, Jared, Jensen, Richard, Rob, Mark (Pellegrino & Sheppard), Matt and a few others out of the main cast.
You where sat on the bed of the hotel room that you and Ruth were sharing. Tears welled in your eyes but you absolutely refused to let them fall. Ruth stood across from you, leaning back against the dressing table, looking just as good as you felt.
Ruth had continued an argument you two had been having before catching a plane out here together, about how you two were drifting apart and then she said the words, the words that made your heart clench and your eyes water. ‘Are we even working together anymore? I mean, would it be easier if we broke up?’
And now here you were. Begging yourself not to cry as you climbed off the bed and over to your suitcases, thankfully you hadn’t had a chance to unpack.
“Y/N, where’re you going?” She asked as you went to leave, before you turned to look at her you squeezed your eyes shut. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.
“I’m not staying in here Ruth. You want to break up, that’s ok, I won’t force you to stay with me but please give me space because I can’t-” You cut yourself off with a sob and saw Ruth move towards you. You shook your head and left the room, feeling like the walls were closing in on you.
Sure your relationships had its ups and downs but you never ever wanted it to end. You loved Ruth, still do, madly. You dreaded the thought of going into work after the convention, your characters would begin to date on the show, how difficult was that going to be?
Once you got a safe enough distance away from your old room you broke, tears fell down your face and sobs escaped even as you tried to muffle them. You had no idea what to do, it was a convention and everyone was staying in the same hotel, though some had to stay in another one due to this one being full. You’d never get a room.
“Wow, Y/N! What’s wrong?” You couldn’t speak but gladly welcomed the arms that wrapped around you tightly, letting your cry your eyes out into their shoulder. Rob your mind supplied as you cried. God, this was so embarrassing.
He gently eased you out of the hug some minutes later, not wanting you to be in the corridor were anyone could see you. Rob looked at the suitcases by your side and his eyebrows knitted together in both confusion and concern. The safest thing to do was to bring you to his room until he knew what was wrong.
“Come on, let’s go.” He said softly, grabbing the suitcases for you and leading you back to his room.
He sat you on the bed and shot a text to Richard telling him he wasn’t go to make lunch and he sat with you. He pulled you back into a hug and let you just sit and cry.
It was about ten minutes later when you had calmed down enough to talk. You pulled back from him, letting him wipe the mix of tears, massacre and foundation from your face as you did. God, he must think you’re such as mess right now.
“Sorry.” You managed to whisper causing him to look at you like you’d grown two heads.
“What are you sorry for? Y/N/N, you know you can talk to me, right? What happened?”
Wiping your own face, you took a deep breath and told Rob everything. The increase in arguments, the distance that had grown between you even though you were always together, the anger, the pain, the stress. Everything. To Rob’s credit he sat there whilst you vented, whilst you got angry then sad, and listened to every word.
“You know,” he began, “it’s not healthy for a couple to be around each other for that amount of time. It’s normal that you’re both getting frustrated because well, I guess, you’re so focused on trying not to, uh, not to ignore each other that you put too much pressure on spending time with each other.”
You took in what he said and you agreed whole heartedly, it wasn’t right and you were getting stressed out because of it.
“I know but, ugh, I got this job before I started dating Ruth, you know? It would have been different if we had been dating before but we weren’t. And Rob, this job, it’s my dream job! I can’t give that up. I love her but God, tell me what to do.” You said with a pout, causing him to laugh.
“Ok, ok, you wanna know what to do?” He asked, a slight grin playing on his face. You’d been friends with Rob since the first day you started on Supernatural, he was one of your best friends and you trusted him a hell of a lot.
“Yes, tell me!”
“You come out with me, Rich and Matt tonight. You have a good time and you do your panels and photo ops like you normally would. You have a good time at this con and then we’ll figure something out before filming, yeah?” You thought about it. It didn’t seem like the most responsible, mature, response to your problems but it sure sounded good. Who could blame you if you just took one night to yourself, one night to focus on you before over thinking and stressing about everything? Besides, you’d asked Rob what to do, it’d be rude not to listen,
“Let’s do it.”
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You had freshened up your makeup and put on one of your outfits that you’d packed before heading downstairs, arms locked with Rob.
You hadn’t actually seen anyone apart from Ruth and Rob, focusing mainly on checking in and throwing your suitcases in the room before doing so. Clearly there was a change in events but once the elevator opened and you saw people you knew dotted around you relaxed, a genuine smile making its way onto your face. You looked to your left when you heard a whistle.
“Look at you, gorgeous.” You grinned when you saw Rich leaning against the wall near the elevator and made your way over to him, greeting him with a hug and a kiss of the cheek.
“Not looking so bad yourself, Mr Speight.” You told him causing him to laugh and throw an arm over your shoulder. You knew Rob had told Rich and Matt what had happened but you were relieved when Rich didn’t mention anything.
“Wow, where’s my hug?” You rolled your eyes but stepped out of Richard’s hold to wrap your arms around Matt. He gave you a tight squeeze as he kissed your temple causing a lump to build in your throat, ignoring it the best you could, you pulled back and smiled at him.
The four of you headed out of the hotel you were staying at and headed to one of the many bars nearby. Matt offered to buy the first round and before you knew it the first round was gone and many later there was a new set of shots being placed before you. You threw each of them back before grinning at Richard.
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You woke the next morning with a groan, eyebrows knitting together when you heard someone laugh and somebody else shush them. You slowly peeled your eyes open, screwing them shut again at the light, before opening them again and seeing Richard and Rob on the bed with you. Rich looked as good as you felt whereas Rob looked fine. You shot a glare at him before sitting up.
“Morning sunshine, ready for your panels this afternoon?” Rob laughed causing you to groan. You, Ruth, Kim and Briana had a group panel later on this afternoon and the thought of it made you feel worse than the hangover. There was no way you were cancelling though, you knew the fans spent so much money to be here and you wouldn’t ever disappoint them like that.
“God, Robbie do my panel for me.” You pleaded as you leaned against Rich’s shoulder, his head falling on yours.
“I would if I could.” He told you and you groaned. This was going to be the longest panel of your life but you had to do it, just grin and bear it. What could go wrong?
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“So, Y/N, your character Trinity and Rowena are finally getting together this season, something the fans have been wanting since you were introduced to each other. I was just wondering what that means for your real life relationship and how do you feel that the writers added that relationship in?”
Everything. That’s what could go wrong.
You’d taken a shower and some headache tablets, finding the hang over wasn’t actually that bad once you’d freshened up and ate. You’d gotten ready and walked over to the convention centre with Rob, Rich and Matt who had their own panels.
You’d greeted Kim and Briana with hugs but then stopped when you saw Ruth, you felt like you needed to be professional but it really hurt. Kim and Briana noticed the tension but thankfully said nothing, whether Ruth had told them or not you had no idea.
You always felt you were quite honest. You let the public in on such a huge part of your life, tried not to have too many secrets for people to exploit but now, after listening to, what was it, Sasha’s question you had no idea what to do. You couldn’t say your relationship was great because that was bull and you had no idea what you relationship was anymore. Sure you broke up but what more than that. Could you ever be friends with the women you love?
“Good question. You know I think it’s amazing that girls have these two very strong-minded women to look up to and see that yes they’re lesbian and bisexual but that doesn’t have to define you or hold you back. I like how the writers don’t base a character of their sexuality, meaning that like even with Charlie, you know, the way she was announced as lesbian was so chill and not her defining quality. I think it’s going to be important for people to have these characters to look up to and aspire to be like.” You said honestly, that part of the question was great, loved it, it was just the other half. You paused whilst everyone cheered, including your costars on the stage.
“When it comes to mine and Ruth’s relationship, honestly, I can’t answer it because we haven’t had a chance to explore Trinity and Rowena yet. Either it will be just like filming is now or it could have some affect. I really don’t know the answer to that yet.” People cheered once you answered and you let out a sigh of relief, smiling at Kim as she wrapped an arm around your shoulder and squeezed. Ok then, they definitely knew. You couldn’t be mad though, after all you’d told Rob and given permission for him to tell Rich and Matt.
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Thankfully the rest of your panels for the weekend pasted fairly quickly and without incident. Now you were all headed to the airport together, most of you heading to Vancouver but some like Matt, Kim and Briana were heading home.
The thought of filming was filling you with dread but still you knew you had to act professional. So many people looked up to your character, and to you, and you knew you had to prevail. This was your job, there was no time to get caught up in personal drama. You knew when you began dating Ruth that there was always that chance you two could break up and you’d just had to deal with it.
Sighing to yourself you got out of the car, picked your suitcases up and checked in, saying your goodbyes to Matt who headed towards a different terminal. You sat with Rob and Richard, squeezing Richard’s hand to try to soothe some of the anxiety he was feeling over flying.
You looked over and saw Ruth was sat with Jared, Jensen and Misha. You couldn’t help but frown. You’d asked for space and she’d given it to you so why were you feeling so, so, God you couldn’t even explain what you were feeling. That was frustrating, everything about this situation was frustrating.
Taking your hand out of Richard’s you stood up and grabbed your bag.
“Where you going?” Rob asked quietly, giving you a smile as he did. You smiled back before answering.
“The plane doesn’t get her for another hour and a half, two hours. I’m just gonna go stretch my legs.” He nodded at you before turning back to Rich.
You chanced one more glance at Ruth, who was watching you with sad eyes before she turned back to Jared who was saying something to the group.
With a frown you walked away from your costars and friends before heading to one of the coffee shops that were in the airport and ordering a hot drink to fight the slight chill you felt in the winter weather.
You couldn’t even get a chance to come to terms with everything. You were aware you were constantly in the spotlight, whether it was paps or fans, someone had a camera and if you broke down in a Costa coffee shop it would definitely be front page on Twitter’s news section.
Two weeks of filming, that was it until you wrapped for Christmas and then you were back at it again for another six months, so the new season was ready for next October. God, two more weeks until you were alone. You hadn’t even thought about where you were staying, currently you and Ruth had a cute place in California that you stayed at when you weren’t in the UK, Canada or another state filming.
“This is such a mess.” You mumbled to yourself.
You looked up when you heard a delicate voice saying your name hesitantly.
“May I sit with you?” Ruth stood with her own hot cup of tea, looking at you with hopeful eyes. You figured you’d have to talk to her before you started filming and this was as good a time as any.
You nodded and gestured to the seat in front of you which she took.
“Look, Y/N, what I said-” You cut her off.
“You were right. It wasn’t working, Ruth, but now we’ve got a job to do and people depending on us.”
“I know but we can get past this right? At least speak to each other when we’re in the same room without a script? This is the longest we’ve gone without talking to each other, dear.”
“Maybe one day but it hurts too much now.”
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Filming was back in full swing, today you were filming episode three. You were shooting five scenes today, four of them involve you and Ruth. One scene was you two sort of coming out to Sam and Dean but not really. There was no official coming out but it was obvious you two were dating, you and Jensen would have a scene together later were you’d talk about it whilst researching. You loved how coming out for your characters on the show was done so naturally, no need to explicitly come out and everyone was accepting.
Thankfully, Richard Speight was directing the episode and you felt a bit more at ease.
“Y/N, to set.” You headed over, hugging Rich when you saw him and got into position.
“Ready. Episode 3, Scene 6, take 1 and action.”
Trinity walked into the room, coming to a halt when she saw Rowena stood behind the table with a book and some ingredients in front of her. You turned to Sam with a raised eyebrow.
“She agreed to help us find a way with the book.” You shrugged your shoulders at him before making you way over to Rowena. You stopped before her and she paused in her chopping, looking over at you.
“Hey.” You grinned at her before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. God this felt right, you couldn’t help but think. It brought tears to your eyes as you felt that constant feeling of hurt stab through you. Pulling away from the kiss, the grin still plastered on your face, Rowena reached over and brushed some hair out of your face.
“Hey yourself.” She greeted before turning back to her work.
“Mind giving me a hand, dearie? Grind those for me.” She gestured over to the mortar and pestle that had some ingredients in it. You reached for it with a shaky hand that you hoped the camera didn’t pick up and got to work. You knew this was going to be hard, you thought as the others around you spoke their lines, but not this hard.
You somehow managed to get scene 6 done in only a few takes before they were ready for you on the other set stage. This was your scene with Jensen, or Dean.
“So,” he began, a smirk settling on his face, “you and Rowena, huh?” You grinned at Dean whilst simultaneously rolling your eyes.
“Shut up.” You warned.
“No, no, I gotta ask. Gotta make sure my girls not gonna get hurt.”
You let out a laugh, it should have been humorous but it came out more like a choked sob.
You clenched your eyes together before hearing Rich call cut.
“Sorry.” You choked out before Jensen wrapped his arms around you.
“S’alright, nothing to be sorry about. Let’s take a quick pause, yeah?” You nodded against his chest feeling stupid, you were the one banging on about getting your job done yet here you were crying on set whilst shooting a scene.
Richard came over and handed you some water, holding your shoulder as he did. You thanked him and gulped it down before taking a deep breath. You were aware Ruth was on set, could see her looking at you if you looked to the side hard enough.
“Sorry, I’m ok.” Jensen and Rich both looked like they doubted you but got back into place.
“Take it from your line for me Jens.” Richard said.
“Episode 3, Scene 8, take 2 and action.”
“No, no, I gotta ask. Gotta make sure my girls not gonna get hurt.” Dean repeated and you let out the laugh you were supposed to.
“First of all, not your girl,” You said with a fake glare, causing him to laugh. “Second of all, she’s not gonna hurt me and if she does, trust me I can handle it myself.”
“Yeah, I know you can. Doesn’t mean I gotta like it though. My girls growing up on me, dating 300 year old witches. What is it with this family and Supernatural creatures, I mean Sam and Ruby, you had the hots for Lucifer-”
“I did not!” You denied, rolling your eyes at him.
“Yeah, sure, ok, let’s go with that.” He laughed. “You happy with her?” Here you got choked up but recovered swiftly.
“You know what Dean, I am, I really am. Never thought I’d get to experience what I’m feeling in this life but with Rowena, it’s, it’s, God Dean I can’t describe it but I think I could really love her one day.” You painted a love-sick grin on your face, letting it fade slightly once Jensen drew you in for a hug.
“If you’re happy then I’m happy, kiddo.”
“And cut. Beautiful guys, beautiful.”
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That was the longest two weeks of your life. You’d had to kiss Ruth more times than you could count and it hurt more and more each time, like a knife twisted each time you kissed. Your friends were supportive and you were so thankful for them.
You were even more thankful that the two weeks was up and you were finally heading back to California. It had started snowing in Vancouver and you wanted to get out before the snow storm hit.
Your flight was the same one Ruth was taking. Considering you were going the same place it made sense but still you felt sad. The anger had faded and now you were just sad. This was also the first time in a long time you had nobody to go back to when you finished filming and it sucked.
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You often told yourself you could get through things life threw at you. Always asked yourself ‘what could possibly go wrong?’ and then guess what happened, everything went bloody wrong.
Take now for example, filming was shaky at best but now you were heading home. What could possibly go wrong? Right. Everything. Everything could go wrong.
The snow storm had hit and now you were snowed in at the airport. Literally no way home and you weren’t dressed for the winter chill that could be felt from within the airport, no you had a thin pair of sweats, a t-shirt and light jacket on because you thought you’d be stepping off the plane to be greeted by California’s weather. Nope.
You’d been at the airport an hour when you couldn’t take the cold anymore. You had stood up and started pacing after an announcement had been made that it looked like everyone was stuck here at least overnight and tomorrow. The snow was heavy enough to lock you in the airport, that’s the last time I ask myself what could possibly go wrong.
Ruth looked at you with sad eyes. She knew you hated the cold. Winter mornings were some of her favourite moments with you, when you pouted at her to stay in bed with you and you’d cuddle up together underneath a thick duvet and a mountain of soft blankets on top of you. Some morning TV playing quietly as you warmed up, gently, lazy kisses shared as you spoke about everything and nothing at the same time. Why had she let you go?
“Y/N.” Ruth’s voice made you look up. You saw her pull out some blankets from her overnight bag she packed, a bag filled with things that would be useful in case of an emergency such as this. You always told her she’d never need it, you’d never been so glad to be wrong.
“Come here.” You obeyed her and sat next to her, grimacing slightly as you sat on the floor but sighed happily as two blankets were place over you. She frowned as you shivered and ended up taking her coat off and making you wear if, even though you protested, though truth be told they were half-hearted at best and she could see that. It made her grin.
“I have snacks.” You told her, pulling your own bag close and pulling out some of your favourite snacks. You gave her a bag and got one for yourself.
“You know, if you had let me finish that day in Costa, I would have told you that I didn’t actually want to break up. Blimey, I love you dear. I’ve never loved anyone like I’ve love you but with work and everything it’s just been one stressful day after another and I guess it snowballed into something bigger.”
You turned to looked at her and she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your red nose and the pink blanket that was pulled tight and tucked under your chin.
“You really didn’t want to break up with me?” God you sounded like a twelve-year-old with her first boyfriend or something.
“Of course not, look at ya. I’d be a fool to let you go.”
“I tried to hate you,” You said honestly, watching her face fall, “I did. I thought it’d be easier to deal with but mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.” Her face lit up as she laughed softly.
“I’m sorry, dearie, for even suggesting we break up. You think we could still be together? We communicate more, tell the other when they need space and just try to make things a bit better.” You thought about it, there was nothing to think about though. You loved this women and couldn’t picture yourself with anyone else.
“Yeah,” you said with a grin, “I think we can make it work.” She rolled her eyes at you, smiling just as widely at you as you were her. Without thinking about it you leaned forward, kissing her softly and savouring every second of it. Kissing her as Rowena had been agony but now it was pure bliss.
When you pulled away, you both just stared at each other, smiling like two love-sick puppies.
“Ok now that we’re back together, will you please cuddle me? I’m freezing!” You exclaimed causing her to laugh but do as you said, placing a kiss to your head as she did.
Things were far from perfect, there was no denying that, but with a little work and communication what could possibly go wrong?
Airport Blues
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Request - Anon ~ Hey can I have Misha & reader ((platonic not romantic)) where they meet at like an airport or smth because of West with the prompt violet? Thank you, love your work. X
Prompts - Violet - ‘Your kid keeps running over here and stealing food off my plate when you’re not looking and I don’t know how to make it stop’
Airports were the worst you’d decided. Trying to fly back to Washington was proving to be more difficult than anyone would have guessed, you could walk to Washington quicker than this.
You’d been at the airport for hours the day before only for them to tell you that your flight was cancelled due to something being wrong with the plane, great. Thankfully they put you up in a hotel but you had to queue for hours just to get your voucher for the hotel and ugh it was proving to be a very stressful two days.
They had told you your plane would be ready at 6 AM, so you woke up bright and early and headed to the airport again. Was your plane ready at 6 AM? No, no it wasn’t and it wouldn’t be ready until 5 PM later that day. This was just great.
Thankfully you didn’t have anything you needed to be home for other than the comfort of your own house and bed but still it was getting to be a bit of a joke at this point.
You realised just how hungry you were at around 4 PM, you still had an hour until your flight. Sighing you stood up from the uncomfortable chair you were in and made your way over to one of the restaurants they had in the airport. You quickly ordered your food before taking a seat in the courtyard like area in the middle of the stores.
Before you had a chance to take a bite of your food, you saw a small hand reach over and grab one of the fries that lay on your plate. You followed the hand and watched as a kid shoved it in his mouth before running over to a table that was two away from yours. The kid was looking at you with a smile causing you to raise your eyebrow before shaking your head and turning to your food.
You’d ate three or so bites before the small hand was back.
It’s not like you could say anything to the kid, I mean you probably could but then you risk getting in trouble with the parents whilst also looking like a bit of an arse.
He took two fries from your plate before scurrying back to his table.
This happened five more times before the kids dad finally noticed that his son had a handful of fries, your fries, in his hand and was stood there happily eating them to his heart’s content.
“Hey buddy,” you heard the man say, pulling the child on to his lap. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched the kid try to feed his dad one of the fries. “No thank you, where are you getting them from Westy?”
Westy, now why did that sound familiar? Before you could think on it, the kid raised an empty hand and pointed over to you and- Oh my God was that Misha Collins?
Fuck, you were so glad you hadn’t told his kid off.
Misha looked at you and you spoke before he had a chance to.
“Your kid keeps running over here and stealing food off my plate when you’re not looking and I don’t know how to make it stop.” You couldn’t help but smile back at him when he gave you an apologetic smile.
“West, you know you can’t do that. Apologise to the nice lady please.”
“No, really, it’s fine. No harm done.” Misha didn’t say anything, just looked at West who was smiling innocently.
“Sorry for stealing your fries, Miss.” You couldn’t help but melt at the cuteness.
“It’s alright, like I said no harm done.” He smiled before turning to bury his face in Misha’s chest, sure the kid was shy now but when he wanted some of your food it was a different story.
“Sorry about that, he’s got to that age were he’s curious about everything. I’m Misha, by the way, this is my son West.” How did you play this? It could weird him out if you said you knew who he was but at the same time you really didn’t want to let this moment pass you by.
“Again, it’s really fine and, uh, I know. I’m kinda a fan of Supernatural actually.” You tried to fight the blush of embarrassment that made its way onto your face. He grinned excitedly at you though and turned more to talk to you.
“Oh really? Hi, it’s so nice to meet you! What’s your name?” You told him your name and he asked where you were going, turns out you were both heading to Washington only he hadn’t been stuck here for as long as you had. You had expected Misha to be down to Earth but you really hadn’t expected him to be this nice.
When they finally announced that your plane was ready to board, you, Misha and West all headed to the terminal you were taking off from.
Once you were there, Misha leaned over and gave you a hug that you practically melted in to before saying his goodbyes.
The goodbyes weren’t necessary, however, when you boarded the plane, as you ended up being sat next to West, Misha taking the window seat and you being at the end of the middle row.
Maybe airport delays weren’t the worst thing in the world.
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Warnings - Self harm, suicide attempt, self hate, depression
Requested - anon ~ I know there is a load of prompts in here but I was wondering if you could do Jensen & daughter reader w/ Jared & niece reader. Basically the fandom is sending Jensen’s daughter a lot of hate about whatever you want and she ends up self harming and one day she just decides she’s done and cuts herself too deeply, but then Jared calls her and she talks to him whilst she’s dying or smth. Then in the hospital Danneel’s with her until Jared and Jensen come from vancouver. Happy ending.
Reader saying 12 and 32 to Jared whilst she’s bleeding out or smth. Then reader saying can we stay like this for a little while?”’ to Jensen “you’re not a burden” to the reader. Can I request Danneel & reader as well. IDK if I can request my own prompts so if not then they don’t really matter but I’d appreciate it. Sorry I sent so many asks it wouldn’t let me fit it in one box:/xxxx
Jensen’s daughter, Y/N Ackles, is receiving a lot of hate messages on social media that over time cause her to become depressed. What happens when she’s pushed over the edge?
It was an odd feeling to feel like you were a stranger in your own home, to feel like you didn’t really fit in. It was nobody’s fault, nobody in the house treated you any differently to how they treated each other but you couldn’t help but feel like a burden.
Your dad was around as much as he could be with his job, you knew how much he loved being an actor, going to the conventions and whatnot. Danneel treated you just how she treated her own biological children, sure she spent more time with them but that was only natural considering they were so much younger than you. The kids obviously didn’t see you as anything other than big sister Y/N.
It wasn’t any of them that made you feel like you weren’t properly apart of the family, no it was the constant stream of hate messages you received on the daily. People telling you that your dad, Jensen, didn’t love you and that you were a burden on his perfect family with Danneel and the kids. It was the messages that told you that you were worth nothing and that your family wouldn’t miss you if you were gone.
It was just strangers online but it affected you in such a serious way. You were able to block it out to begin with but over recent years it had really affected your confidence and the way viewed yourself. You started thinking that maybe all those people were right, maybe you weren’t good enough, maybe your dad would be better without you.
Over time you had started to become more withdrawn, hiding away in your bedroom and distancing yourself from your friends and family. Slowly at first but eventually Danneel began to worry and she called Jensen one night.
“Have you spoken to Y/N recently?” She had asked him once the younger kids had gone to bed and she had the privacy to talk seriously.
“Um, yeah I spoke to her this morning for a bit. She didn’t seem too chatty though.” Jensen’s response only made Danneel worry more for you and she decided, after discussing it with Jensen, that it’d be best to try and talk to you and involve you in things.
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Most nights were spent in your room, Twitter open on your phone with a new stream of mentions telling you how you weren’t good enough. You knew looking at the messages would only hurt you more but for some reason you couldn’t not look.
Some time not too long ago you had taken to hurting yourself. It made you feel a bit better, like you were finally getting what you deserved for being such a burden on your dad and his family. At first you’d cried as you cut yourself but eventually it was like a comfort, you craved it and with every new hate message the cuts got deeper and the what if’s left your mind.
You grabbed one of the blades you had hidden away and pulled your pants down, it was too risky to do it on your arms. You let the blade sit in your hands, moving it from palm to palm as you took in some of the messages, these people hadn’t met you and they knew you didn’t deserve to live. Why would you? You were a burden to Jensen and Danneel. Strangers knew it, you knew it, Jensen and Danneel probably thought it.
With that you guided the blade over to your thigh, pressed deeply and cut at the flesh. It hurt, of course it hurt, but it eased the mental pain just a little so it was worth it. It was less than you deserved but it’d have to do.
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It had been a few months and little had changed other than the fact that your mood had significantly lowered, your thighs were littered with new and old cuts, the hate messages continued and you hated yourself. You had no idea what you’d done to deserve this but your mentality to all the hate was bad, you had accepted it and believed what everyone was saying.
One afternoon when things were really bad and Danneel had taken the kids to Genevieve’s, you sat in your room with bleeding thighs and tears streaming down your face. You didn’t want to do this anymore. You were ruining your dad’s life, Danneel and the kids hated you and nobody else on the planet seemed to cared if you lived or died and honestly neither did you.
Without much thought you brought the blade away from your thigh and sunk it into the unharmed flesh of both your wrists, slicing deeply at the skin with a wince of pain.
Of course it was that moment your phone rung and Uncle Jared’s name was flashing up on FaceTime. One last phone call you thought to yourself with a humorless laugh.
“Hey Y/N.” Jared’s voice was filled with concern. He had seen the messages that had been wrote about you in the past few days and after a little digging he’d come across far too many hate messages aimed at you.
“Uncle Jared.” Your voice was breathy, like it was taking all your energy to talk. You weren’t holding the phone either, Jared was currently looking at your ceiling. You didn’t think you had the energy to hold the phone and with the mix of tears and blood it was probably for the better.
“Y/N/N, sweet heart, is everything alright?” The concern in Jared’s voice doubled, something in his stomach turned as a bad feeling washed over him. His eyes scanned the set looking for Jensen but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
“Ever wonder if the world would be better off without you?” You asked him, eyes clenched shut as you focused on him and not the immense pain you were feeling. Your voice sounded distant even to you but you weren’t worried.
“Y/N, what are you talking about? Of course the world wouldn’t be better off! Misha, get Jensen now! Hey, Y/N, stay on the phone with me, yeah, keep talking to me.” He stayed on the call but clicked off the FaceTime so he was able to text Gen and tell her to get Danneel in the house. Something bad was happening and he was worried sick.
“M’sorry, I…I can barely keep my eyes open.” You told him sadly.
It wasn’t long until you felt yourself feeling weak, tired, sick and lightheaded. You let out a small whine as your head spun, making you feel dizzy. Your vision blurred dramatically and you were glad you were sat down. All it took was a few slow blinks before your world turned dark and the last thing you heard was Uncle Jared calling you name worriedly.
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Pain.
All you could feel was pain.
You were awake but didn’t open your eyes. Confusion was another strong feeling and it took a few moments before the events that had occurred caught up with you. You remember talking to your Uncle Jared, telling him that you wanted to die or something along those lines, remembered him talking to Misha and calling for your dad whilst trying to make you stay on the phone. Remembered cutting into your wrists without a care in the world, without caring if you would survive.
Clearly you had survived though. Even without opening your eyes you knew you were in a hospital, the smell that every hospital seemed to have and the consistent beeping of a monitor were a dead give away.
You felt someone holding your hand and could hear soft sniffles coming from the person. You knew you had to open your eyes, had to face the reality and the consequences of what you had done but now, when you knew you had to speak about it, the reason behind it seemed silly. To you it was a big deal but you figured your dad and Danneel would brush over it by just telling you they cared.
Reluctantly you forced your eyes open and saw Danneel sat in an uncomfortable looking chair next to your bed, dried tears remained on her cheeks, as she clutched your hand tightly in hers.
“Danneel?” You asked, throat dry and croaky before you let out a fit of coughs. In seconds she was up and pouring you a glass of water, helping you guide it to your mouth and held it steady as you gulped it down greedily.
“How are you feeling?” She asked once you were finished and she’d sat back in the seat.
You honestly didn’t think you were capable of answering that question right now so you opted to just shrug your shoulders and avoid eye contact.
“Yeah, that was a stupid question, huh?” She asked rhetorically before continuing, “so your dad and uncle are on their way home. Jensen texted me right before they got on the plane so they should be landing within the next half hour.”
You nodded at her though you couldn’t help but feel guilty that both Jared and Jensen were flying home because of you, cutting into their busy filming schedule.
“The kids?” You managed to ask, wincing at the pain in your throat.
“They’re fine, they don’t know what happened yet. Gen offered to watch them as soon as we got Jared’s text.” She informed you and you couldn’t help but raise your eyebrow questioningly at the last part.
“Uncle Jared called you and once he started speaking to you, well, he said he had a bad feeling and asked Gen to get me to go home and check on you. Thank God I did, any later and-” Here she cut herself off as her eyes filled with tears, you looked down and began to play with your bed sheets as the guilty feeling grew within you.
“Oh sorry, this probably isn’t helping you. Anyway the kids are fine.” She finished, drying her eyes quickly.
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It was another hour or so before Jensen walked into the hospital room, immediately making his way over to you. As he embraced you tightly you saw Danneel leaving the room and caught a glimpse of your uncle Jared.
“Baby girl, what’s going on in that head of yours, hey?” Your dad asked softly and that was all it took before you broke down in his arms. Tears fell down your face as you finally let out everything you were feeling. Jensen held you tightly, letting go only to climb into bed with you before clutching you tightly to his chest and letting you cry.
“That’s it baby, let it out. Good girl, that’s it. So good.” He continued to whisper random words of encouragement to you, soothing you marginally.
It took a while but eventually the tears began to fade and you had calmed yourself down enough to talk.
“I’m sorry.” You choked out causing him to tense up.
“Don’t say that baby girl, don’t you ever apologise. I’m sorry. I should’ve been there. I knew something wasn’t right and I didn’t do anything. God, I nearly lost you.” You looked up at him and saw his own eyes were filled with tears, some having spilled when you yourself were crying.
“S’not your fault daddy. I hid it, didn’t want help. Thought it was better this way. With me gone I wouldn’t be a burden to you or Dani.”
“What? You thin- Y/N Ackles, you’re not a burden. You’re my whole world, you, Danneel, Zepp, Arrow, JJ. My whole world. I’d be lost if I lost any one of you!” The passion and sincerity in his voice made you pause. “Don’t listen to people online, I know it’s easier said than done, trust me I know baby, but they don’t know us. We love you, Y/N/N, so damn much!”
Your eyes filled with tears again but they weren’t completely sad. You had this overwhelming sadness clouding over you, your head was telling you Jensen was lying but a part of you knew that was just because of the mentality you had adopted over the past few years. Nothing was going to get better instantly but something needed to change.
A few tears fell down your face as you cuddled further into Jensen’s chest, arm slung over his stomach and asked “can we stay like this for a little while?”
He kissed your head, telling you of course you could.
That night you fell asleep feeling some sort of hope for the future.
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Three years.
That’s how long it had taken you to get better.
It was a long, hard, challenging, emotionally draining road but you had come out of it so much better. You’d deleted social media, realising that it was so toxic and you didn’t need that in your life. You’d given up going out of your way to search things about yourself and it had helped so much.
Jensen was home more now that seasons were shorter so he could spend more time with the family, a family you were very much a part of.
Right now you were sat in Jensen’s bed, smushed between him and JJ, whilst Danneel had her arms full with the twins. A Disney movie was playing on the TV, JJ and you singing along loudly and overdramatically causing you all to laugh. You turned your head in time to see Jensen looking at you with soft eyes and a fond smile.
“What?” You asked quietly causing his smile to grow.
“Nothing, it’s nice to see you this happy again, that’s all.” You couldn’t help the proud grin that made its way onto your face at his words.
It had taken so much time, a few different therapists and a whole lot of breakdowns but you were finally genuinely happy and confident with yourself and your emotions. You knew that your family cared about you and you wouldn’t let people’s opinions drag you down any longer.
“Nice to be this happy again.” You told him honestly and laughed as he dragged you closer to him and pressed a kiss on your head.
“I love you so damn much, baby girl.” Jensen told you softly.
“I love you too daddy.”
Keep Me Closer (Part One)
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Warnings - Mentions of death (minor characters)
Pairings - Pre Sam Winchester x Reader
Requested - @may85 ~ Hey Hun! Can I get 11 and 14 with Sam Winchester please? 👻
Prompts - 11 - “Hey, keep your eyes on me.” Is it behind me? “Just, just look at me, yeah, everything’s going to be OK.” & 14 “So we’re dealing with a (supernatural creature), great, just great!”
It started with one death, the death of Amelia Smith, she’d been your roommate and had been bullied terribly. You hadn’t helped much but you still felt the overwhelming guilt when you had read she had killed herself.
Since then the people who bullied her had started going missing and then turning up dead, looking like they’d been severely tortured beforehand. You couldn’t help but think it was more than just a creepy coincidence but you couldn’t think of reasonable explanation for the deaths.
There were at least seven main bullies, so far three of them had turned up dead. After reading reports that were being released to the public it seemed that the girls went missing for three days before showing it, it was one of the many consistencies in all the deaths. Each victim had had her tongue cut off and significant blood loss.
It was safe to say you were ready to flee town.
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“New case Sammy, not sure what we’re dealing with yet but it’s definitely our type of gig.” Dean said as he walked into the motel they were staying at.
“Oh yeah?” Sam asked, not looking up from his laptop.
“Yeah, so people have been going missing, so far all college girls, for three days and showing up dead with no tongue and their intestines twisted into knots.” Here Sam looked up with a disgusted look causing Dean to nod in agreement. “They’ve also got stab wounds. So you ready to head out?”
“Yeah sure. Hey, where’s the case?” Sam questioned as he closed the laptop and began packing up his belongings, Dean following in suit.
“Stanford University.” Dean told him with a grin. Sam’s eyes widened and he looked like he was going to protest but Dean was quick to interrupt. “It’ll be alright Sammy, no demons, should be an easy case. In and out.”
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Something was definitely happening at Stanford. Another girl had gone missing, it was the second day since she’d been reported gone and the police were no closer to finding her than they were the other girls, meaning the fourth girl was probably going to show up dead tomorrow.
A knock on your door made you stop working on the project you had due in next week. Even though everything seemed to be going to hell you still needed the grades and couldn’t let this affect your life.
“Hi there, I’m Agent Mercury, he’s Agent Taylor, FBI, we’re here to ask you some questions about a Miss Amelia Smith. Do you have a moment?” The smaller of the two spoke but you ignored him in favour of looking at the taller.
“Agent Taylor, huh?” You asked, voice full of humour. “Gotta say I preferred Winchester.” You saw the confusion on ‘Agent Mercury’s’ face whereas Sam looked at you with a wide smile, albeit a bit shocked.
“Y/N?” He asked, stepping past his friend and over to you. You instantly wrapped him in a hug, not realising until now how much you’d missed your friend. Sure you had kept in contact with one another after he left but it wasn’t the same. He pulled out of the hug and before he could talk you began to question him.
“What’re you doing here? What’s with the fake FBI act? Are you staying? Did you hear about the killings?” Sam placed a hand on your shoulder and shushed you with a grin.
“Let’s go inside and talk yeah? By the way, that’s my brother Dean.” He told you before entering your room fully and taking a seat at your desk chair. You gestured for his brother to come in too and he took a seat on the edge of your bed.
“So what’s going on?” You asked Sam.
“Well, we think we can help with the investigation they’re doing on Amelia, hence the fake FBI act. Can you tell us anything at all about the deaths?” You couldn’t help but be a bit shocked that former law student, who managed to get a full scholarship to Stanford, Sam Winchester was now breaking many laws by pretending to be the FBI but didn’t question it for now, it could wait.
“Well Amelia was my roommate. We knew each other for about a year, she was in my class, the criminal law one. Um, there’s one thing I noticed, the girls that have been going missing and then showing up dead used to bully her a lot. I knew about it, hard not to when you were living with her but I didn’t do anything about it. I tried to be there for her but she was too far gone and then one day she killed herself, few days after that the deaths started happening.” You watched as Sam and Dean looked at each other, wordlessly conversing and understanding everything the other said. Dean shrugged and turned to you.
“Thank you, Y/N, you’ve been very helpful. C’mon Sam, we gotta go.” Dean said as he stood up and headed to the door.
“Wait, you’re just leaving?” You asked looking at Sam.
“We’re in town for a few days but then, yeah, we’ll probably head out.” He told you with a slight frown, making no move to leave your room.
“What happened to you? I know Jess died and I know you couldn’t stand to be here, hell I get that but what happened after that? You’re going around pretending to be the FBI! That’s not the Sam Winchester I knew!” You snapped, wanting answers from your friend.
“I can’t tell you because it’s better you don’t know and you wouldn’t believe me anyway.” He told you cryptically.
“Seriously, that’s all I get. Come on Sam, tell me what you’ve been doing since you left.” You were frustrated, you cared about him and knew him when he was happy and ready to get through law school, ready to have a life.
“I can’t!” He snapped at you.
“Why?” You snapped back, aware his brother had stepped forward to attempt to defuse the situation.
“Because if I tell you, you’ll end up like Jessica!” Sam yelled, his breathing heavy and his eyes misted over. You quickly became quiet, reaching out to hold his hand.
“Sam, you gottta tell me what you’re doing. I’m worried about you.” You pleaded with him softly.
“I can’t, I’m sorry but I can’t.” With that he stood up and left the room causing you to look down with a sad, defeated look.
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“You ok?” Dean asked after a long period of silence, they had left the flat you were at and found at motel before beginning their research.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Sam lied knowing it was pointless because Dean could see through him.
“Yeah, stupid question. Let’s just finish this case and get the hell out of here.” He said, holding his beer bottle up to Sam.
“I’ll drink to that.” With a clink of the bottles the boys gulped down their drinks.
Sam scrolled through pages of lore before coming across one that sounded promising. He read over the article a few times before mentioning it to Dean but it was all there, the cutting of the tongue, knotted intestines, puncture wounds.
“I think I found what we’re dealing with.” He announced, causing Dean to look up and close his laptop slightly, “It sounds like it’s a Kanaima.”
“A kana-what?” Dean asked, eyebrows knitted together as he tried to remember if he’d read about it in dad’s journal.
“A Kanaima. The lore says Kanaima are avenging spirits or humans possessed by said spirits. Kanaima are shape-shifters and can appear in a variety of forms. Kanaima attack and kill their victims in retaliation for some injustice. In order to accomplish their goal, Kanaima will possess the bodies of animals or people. In such possessed form the host becomes enraged, wild, and will violently attack it’s victims. Kanaima are not above harming or killing the friends, family, and loved-ones of it’s victim. They live in the forests and become feral. An interesting aspect of the Kanaima is that it seeks the painful suffering of it’s victim and will not kill its victim outright. Instead, the Kanaima works it so that the victim dies a painful death three days after it’s attack. During this process the Kanaima slashes the tongue of its victim so that he/she cannot speak of what is occurring. Victims of the Kanaima often die from having their intestines twisted up into knots. The Kanaima must perform a strange ritual that includes the ingesting of the victims blood on the third night after the death of the victim. The ritual includes the stabbing of the corpse with a special staff or stick of wood and then licking-off the blood or fluids clinging to the stick when it is pulled from the body.”
““So we’re dealing with a Kanaima, great, just great! Does it say how to kill it?” Dean asked, taking another swig of his drink.
“Um, defences against a Kanaima are…unknown.” Sam finished with a sigh.
“I’ll call Bobby to start researching and we can go hunt ourselves a Kanaima.”
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Taking a short cut through the woods was probably one of the worst ideas you’d had. Everything looked so much more threatening when one was alone in the woods after sun down and every noise made you jump. Though you knew you were alone you couldn’t help but feel like you were being watched and it sent a shiver up your shine.
You were so close to the forests exit when something grabbed you from behind, you let out a piercing scream before a large hand placed itself over your mouth, effectively cutting off your scream.
“Relax, it’s me.” The hand on your shoulder turned you around and you came face to face with Sam, glaring at him instantly.
“Dude! Who grabs somebody in the woods!” You fumed, turning you glare onto his brother who was still laughing from your fright.
“Sorry but what are you doing in the woods alone!? People are going missing and you’re just-” Sam cut himself off when a loud scream could be heard. He took one look at Dean and the pair were instantly running towards the source.
“Stay there!” Sam yelled over his shoulder and, yeah, like hell you were just going to stay here alone. The safer option would be to stick with the two people who seemed to have some clue of what was going on.
You quickly caught up with them but the three of you came to a halt when you saw a women with greasy, untamed hair, ripped clothing and dirt on her skin. Your eyes left her and you saw the fourth missing girl, blood trickling from her mouth causing you to assume the scream was from her tongue being cut out.
“Oh my God.” You muttered, face turning dangerously pale. Sam and Dean whipped around to face you with angry eyes.
“What part of stay there didn’t you get?” Dean snapped before look back at the two women. Sam was looking at you with concern but you couldn’t look away from the scene in front of you. The dirty women hadn’t noticed you yet and neither had the fourth missing girl.
“Did Bobby get back to you yet?” Sam asked urgently.
“Yeah, I got it here.” Dean replied unzipping his bag and pulling out two silver knives dipped in what looked like blood, the thought made you grimace.
“One stab to the heart, one to the head.” Dean told him as he passed Sam the knife.
“You take the head, I’ll get the heart and you,” he said turning to you, “please stay there.” You nodded at him, not daring to speak in fear on what could happen.
You watched as Sam and Dean crept forward and the woman let out and screech that was definitely not human before fleeing past them. They began to look around frantically before Dean’s gaze froze on you.
“Sam.” Dean’s voice was croaky as he got Sam’s attention, Sam immediately looked towards you his own eyes widening.
“Hey, keep your eyes on me.” Sam told you, his voice shaking as he looked sickly pale.
“Is it behind me?” You asked frightfully. Sam gulped before answering.
“Just, just look at me, yeah, everything’s going to be OK.” Behind you the Kanaima had pulled out the bow and arrow the lore had mentioned and was getting ready to shoot it at you before Dean snuck up behind it just in time to stab the knife through the Kanaima’s head and quickly through the heart.
Sam’s whole body physically relaxed as he let out a sigh of relief which told you everything you needed to know, you were safe.
“Oh my God.” You muttered again and Sam took a few steps forward before wrapping his arms around your shaking body.
“It’s ok, you’re ok, it’s ok, you’re good.” Sam muttered into your hair, gripping you tightly as though you would disappear. You appreciated the tight grip he had on you, needing the support right now.
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Dean had called in the police and the three of you fled the scene before the showed up. The three of you were now sat in the boys motel room, a hot drink in each of your hands.
“So you’re telling me that monsters and all that Supernatural stuff really exists?” You asked sceptically.
“Yeah. Jessica was killed by the same demon that killed our mom and ever since I left Stanford we’ve been saving people, hunting things, the family business.” He told you with a slight laugh, you saw the smile Dean had on his face, a sad smile, as he looked at his brother.
“That’s insane!” You exclaimed, “I mean, demons, ghosts, Kanaima’s. Are vampires real? What about werewolves?” You questioned rapidly causing Sam to laugh.
“Yeah, yeah, vampires, demons, they’re all real.” He told you with a grin.
“So you’re going to be gone soon? Back on the road?” You asked, the relaxed atmosphere becoming more serious.
“Yeah I am. This is my life now and, yeah, it’s not always great but I love it.” He told you sincerely before continuing, “but I promise I’ll come down here more often and visit, I didn’t realise just how much I missed you until I came back.” You smiled softly at him before telling him you missed him too and he better come back.
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Saying goodbye to Sam was harder than you’d thought it’d be. The boys dropped you back off at Stanford, Sam getting out of the car with you and walking you to the doors of the building.
“This isn’t goodbye you know, I’ll see you around Agent Taylor.” You told him with a smirk.
“Oh trust me, I’m counting on it, Miss Y/L/N.” He replied before his eyes turned sad.
“Hey, none of that. You have my number, you know where I live. Just, just make sure you keep your promise and come visit, yeah? And don’t leave it until there’s a few deaths, visit whenever you want.” You told him seriously and he nodded at you.
“I will, I promise I’ll be back. See you soon,Y/N.” He said as he wrapped you in a tight hug and placed a kiss on you head. You waved him off as he walked back to the Impala, a small smile threatening to break into a grin played on your face.
“See you soon, Sam Winchester.”
Missing You
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Pairings - Jensen Ackles & Daughter reader
Requested - anon - reader misses jensen (her dad) more than she realises and goes to a con and just soft fluff please (if you can link last nights episode in some how then that’d be great) Love your work!!!
Prompts - None.
You sat in your bedroom curled up under the covers of your bed with your TV playing in the background, snacks lay scattered around you as you scrolled through Twitter. You were waiting for the newest episode of Supernatural to air, knowing that your dad had worked so hard on it as director for that episode. You also knew that one of his songs from his upcoming album with Steve was going to be on it.
You hadn’t even seen the episode yet but you already had such an overwhelming feeling of pride for your dad, remembering how shy he had been once upon a time when performing in front of an audience and now he was hours away from releasing an album and having a song of his featured on the show he had dedicated such a huge part of his life to.
“Because I kind of hate me right now.” God spoke causing you to roll your eyes and mutter a sarcastic “tragic” under your breath. As much as you hated Chuck, you could help the smile as you watched Rob’s acting, he was incredible. It had been a while since you had seen him and other members of the cast, maybe you’d ask your dad if you could go to one of the upcoming conventions soon.
Tears filled your eyes as you watched Sam and Dean talk in the impala, turning to a watery glare as the scene changed to Chuck writing the story. You had no idea how Supernatural was going to end, your dad had offered to tell you some secrets but you refused. You’d been watching the show for a long time now and wanted to experience the final season along with every other fan, wanted to go on Twitter and tweet about your actual reactions, wanted to be shocked when an old face was reintroduced or cry like you had when Rowena had died.
Once the show ended it didn’t take long before your phone lit up with an incoming FaceTime call, you grinned as you saw your dad was the caller.
“Hey Y/N/N!” Your dad greeted as the call connected.
“Hey dad, you did such an amazing job directing that episode!” You told him sincerely, a giant grin on your face as you continued to praise him. “And the song! Dad, it fit so well! God, I’m so proud of you. I can’t wait until the album comes out tonight.” You had heard a few songs from the album, your dad had wanted to share them with you.
Some nights when you couldn’t sleep you’d wonder the house and find him in the living room or sat out in the back garden with his guitar and a notebook in front of him. He’d play you songs to help you drift back to sleep and you woke up the next day either on the couch cuddled up with him or in your own room wrapped tightly in your blankets.
“Yeah? You really think it was that good or you just saying that?” He teased, a grin on his own face as he took in the compliments you were giving him. To him there was no better reward than seeing his family happy, sure the awards they won on the show were great but seeing that pure look of happiness on your face couldn’t compare.
“Dad!” You laughed, “It was amazing, I promise! Everyone is raving about your directing and for good reason to. And Chuck in that episode, I swear I hate him so much but Rob- I love him and his acting is amazing.”
“Hey, what about me?” You heard a voice shout slightly off camera but knew the owner of the voice immediately.
“Uncle Jared! Of course, you were incredible as always!” You laughed as you watched him squeeze himself into your dad’s personal space so they both were just about visible on your screen.
“That’s what I like to hear. I miss you kiddo, I feel like I’ve not seen you for ages.” He pouted before playfully glaring at your dad.
“I know, I miss you too. I was actually going to ask you dad if I could come out to one of the conventions. I have a week off from school when you’re at the next one.” You told him, desperately hoping he’d say yes. It hadn’t been that long since you last saw him but you missed him so much when he wasn’t around.
“Well if you’re off school I don’t see why you can’t come. I’ll make sure everything sorted and let you know what’s happening. Are you going to be ok flying on your own, I don’t know if I’ll be able to fly back before the con?” He asked you, worry clear in his tone. You weren’t the best flyer but you could handle it on your own.
“Yeah, no, I’ll be fine. Promise. I just really wanna see you, Uncle Jared and the rest of the cast soon. I miss you.” You cursed yourself silently as your voice cracked, betraying the emotions you were feeling. Even though he was away a lot for work you were closest with your dad, he was always there whenever you needed him, if he wasn’t at home you knew you could always call him and he’d be there. When he wasn’t home though you did feel guilty about calling him, not wanting to drag him away from work or sleep if you’d had a particularly bad night. Having him close always took a huge weight off of you.
“Hey, I miss you too baby girl. Is everything alright?” He asked in concern, you watched as Jared moved away allowing you and Jensen some privacy.
“Yeah, I’m fine really, I don’t know why I’m so emotional right now. I guess I just didn’t realised how bad I missed you.” You told him, giving him a smile, not wanting him to worry about you more than he did. You watched as he frowned, eyebrows knitting together but he nodded along with what you were saying.
“You know if you need me, no matter when, you call me. Even if you think it’s silly-”
“I know I can call you. I promise nothing is wrong though.” You reassured him, smiling when he nodded more genuinely, some of the concern leaving his face but you could tell he didn’t fully believe you.
“We’ll be together before you know it princess.” He told you with a grin making you feel at ease.
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Three weeks later you were stood in the airport at San Francisco waiting for your dad’s flight to come in. Luckily you’d both managed to get flights that were fairly close to each other but you were stuck at the airport for at least half an hour by yourself.
You decided to go to one of the coffee shops in the airport to grab a drink before making yourself comfortable at one of the tables and pulling your phone out. The flight itself wasn’t too bad but it wasn’t great, you honestly just wanted your dad. It had been weeks since you had seen him last and it was starting to get to you.
Forty minutes later you got a text from your dad letting you know him Misha and Jared had landed and you quickly wrote back letting him know where you were. You saw him first, it wasn’t hard to find Jensen, Misha or Jared in a crowd, they were usually the tallest and the fairly sized crowd following them, snapping pictures and getting autographs gave them away.
You managed to push past the fans and wrapped yourself around Jensen before he had a chance to even acknowledge who was invading his space. For a brief moment he assumed it was a fan but a quick glance down had him beaming and wrapping his arms around you just as tightly. You felt him press a kiss against your hair and couldn’t help it as your eyes filled with tears, God you’d missed him.
You heard the fans cooing around you but paid them no mind as you clung to your dad.
“Hey baby girl, I missed you.” He told you softly, you squeezed him tighter as you nodded against him.
“I missed you too.” You choked out, focusing on not letting any tears fall right now.
“How about we get to the car, yeah?” Jensen asked you and you agreed wanting to be out of the view of the public, people snapping pictures when you were crying wasn’t exactly what you wanted.
Pulling away from Jensen you were engulfed by Jared wrapping you in his own hug, you were quick to hug him back. Not realising how much you’d missed him until you were in his arms.
“I missed you Uncle Jared.” This caused him to smile brightly down at you before telling you how much he missed you as well.
When you left Jared’s arms you turned to Misha and the two of you hugged each other before finally you were all leaving the airport, Jensen having grabbed the suitcase you’d abandoned in favour of greeting him.
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The car ride to the hotel wasn’t too long, you’d spent it cuddled up against your dad having no intention of leaving him at any point in the near future. When the four of you got to the hotel, your dad went to check you both in and you turned just in time to see Rob, Rich and Matt leaving the elevator. You made your way over to them, Richard spotting you first and meeting you half way.
“Y/N! You’re here!” He yelled as he threw his arms around you. The hug was quick and the other two hugged you hello.
“God, I love conventions, so many hugs.” You sighed happily causing the boys to laugh. The four of you chatted until Jared, Jensen and Misha came over, allowing everyone to greet each other and arrange for a dinner later on that evening.
“Come on princess, let’s put these away.” Jensen said, gesturing to the suitcases. One of his arms was placed around your shoulder as the other pulled his suitcase. You smiled up at him before taking your suitcase and heading to the elevator the boys had just left.
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“So,” Jensen started. The two of you were cuddled together in bed, you’d met up with Jared, Misha, Alexander, Ruth, Richard, Rob, Matt, Kim, Briana and Mark for dinner and now were back at the hotel. The cast had an early morning tomorrow so it was an early night for most of them. “Are you sure there’s nothing wrong? I’m not complaining about you being cuddly, trust me I love it, but if you need to talk, I’m right here.” You smiled up at him, feeling happier than you had when back in Austin.
“I promise I’m fine. I guess I just needed you more than I realised lately. Nothing even happened, school has been great, my grades are good, Danneel and the kids are doing well, nothing is bad but I don’t know I guess I just miss you being around. I don’t know why it got to me so much this time though.” You told him honestly. Jensen looked down at you, placing a kiss against your forehead before pulling you closer to him.
“I miss being around too. I love what I do so much but sometimes I feel bad about leaving you and JJ, the twins, Dani. I promise I’m always here though, for all of you. I’ll have more time once the show has ended, even with the music and the other projects. I love you, kiddo.” He told you. You were saddened to hear how bad he felt, the family knew he was there for them though and you all were so close, even when he was gone he made an effort to be involved in everyone’s lives.
“I love you too, so much. Never feel bad though, we all love that you’re doing what you love and that you still make such an effort to be with us, either on video calls or flying home on breaks, even if its just for a day or two.” The smile he gave you showed you how much your words meant to him even if they didn’t, to you, feel like they did justice to what you wanted to say. He always knew what you were saying without you needing to say it.
You couldn’t wait til his next break so he could come home.
Run Through Walls
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Prompts - Song Prompt - Run Through Walls (Click to listen).
You’d known the Supernatural cast since you were nine, joining the cast in one of the earlier seasons as Dean’s daughter. Jensen was like a father to you both on and off screen, you’d spent plenty of time at his house on breaks and for holidays. He’d taken you to you first convention and supported you through everything, professionally and personally. You were close with Jared too, he’d helped you a lot when it came to your mental health. Getting hate messages from such a young age had definitely affected you but they got you through it and any time things got too much you gave them a call or went to sit with them, everything turned out better.
Misha Collins had gone above and beyond for you. Flying from your home to Vancouver or to another state for a convention always had you feeling overwhelmingly anxious, flying on your own always set you on edge. One convention in San Francisco saw you sat at the airport alone in tears when Misha called you. You remembered him calming you down through the phone and him catching a flight over to you so the pair of you could travel to San Francisco together even though he was originally closer than you were. You’d apologised profusely but he wouldn’t hear anything of it, swearing he was more than happy to help you.
You and Rob hadn’t always got along so well. It’s not that you didn’t like each other it’s just that you’d never really got to know each other. When you decided you wanted to give music a try, Jared and Jensen asked him to speak to you and he was more than happy to. After that the two of you became quick friends. You’d spent countless nights making music together, at cons when neither of you could sleep you would camp out in one of your rooms and play music together or watch some cheesy movie and cuddle up together, eventually falling asleep tangled together.
Richard Speight was somebody who everyone felt automatically comfortable around and you were no exception. The moment you met him you knew he was going to be in your life for a long time. You and Rich hung out so much together both on and off set, if you were at a convention together you wouldn’t be too far from each other. Any time with Rich was guaranteed to be fun, except for maybe when the two of you had to fly anywhere together, two anxious flyers was a recipe for disaster - add Matt into the mix and it was an even bigger mess, thank the Lord for Rob Benedict, how he coped with three anxious flyers was a mystery to you all. Though you and Rich were always joking around, the pair of you could be serious when the moment called for it. You’d called him one night after a fight with your parents and sobbed down the phone to him and he was quick to comfort you, offering you a place at his house for as long as you needed. When a family member of yours had passed away and you were a mess, Richard was one of the first people at your door, offering you a warm hug and kind words.
Matt Cohen was one of the people who you considered your best friend. The pair of you were so close with each other, you’d been a big help when it came to babysitting for him to which he was thankful for. The two of you met up at least four times a month, with your schedules you had to make time for each other, and had friend dates. Sometimes you’d have lunch, go see a movie or concert. Your favourite friend date had been when he had taken you out after a really bad breakup, he took you to a movie you’d really wanted to see, then he found an old school miniature crazy golf course that left you both in stitches and he’d ended the night by taking you to a fancy restaurant, the both of you playing dress up in nice outfits. You loved him for that day, he’d managed to take such a draining morning and turn it into one of the best memories that you’d treasure forever.
Ruth, Kim and Briana were your best girlfriends. You’d always been mature for your age so getting on with people who were older than you had never been a problem and these friends you’d made along the way were some of the best people you’d ever met. Kim definitely took on a mom role with you but you loved it, loved having someone check on you with so much care and wanting you to succeed. Ruth was another person who you tended to cling to on set and at conventions, when ever you were around her you were constantly laughing and smiling. You loved travelling with Ruth, the pair of you had gone to Paris together for an event and seeing the sights and playing tourist with Ruth was so incredible. Briana and you got on so well, it took a while before you both got to act on screen together but when you did it was the best. Thankfully Richard was directing because the two of you kept laughing and just generally having the best time together, though it did mean that getting the right take took much longer but Jared, Jensen and Misha were joining in on the fun too.
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You were all sat backstage at Rob’s show that he hosted at conventions, listening to him and Briana sing together as you all danced around backstage, clapping and cheering once they were done.
“Alright, Alright. Next up we have Y/N who is going to sing a song from her new album that come out in 10 days!” Rob introduced with a grin. You felt someone squeeze your shoulder and turned to smile at Matt as he mouthed ‘good luck’ to you.
You’d been nervous for weeks about releasing your own album, only ever featuring on other people’s or doing singles for movies and tv shows. The thought of putting your own music out there had filled you will anxiety but everyone had been so supportive. You’d played the cast most of the songs but purposely hadn’t let them hear the song you’d be singing tonight.
“Ok, hey everyone. So real quick, nobody outside of the recording studio has heard this song yet so I’m super nervous,” here you paused as the crowd cheered loudly in support, “thank you. So this song is really quite personal to me and it’s basically about finding those friends who would do anything for you and you for them. It’s about knowing what’s important in your life and basically an open love letter to those who go above and beyond for you. It’s called ‘Run Through Walls’ and I hope you guys and the people I wrote it for like it.” You finished your speech and let the crowd cheer as you sat on the stool and nodded to the band to begin.
“With no visible superpowers Sitting in the kitchen and talkin' for hours You always show up at the perfect time There's no one born with X-Ray eyes There's no way to know what's on my mind But you always say the words that save my life
I've got friends that will run through walls I've got friends that will fly once called When I've nowhere left to go And I need my heroes I've got friends that will run through walls
You may not be superhuman But you've got the strength to carry me through it My shield of steel when I'm too weak to fight Yes, you are And that day my mother died And you held me up and you wiped my eyes It was in that moment when I realised
That I've got friends that will run through walls (Yeah) I've got friends that will fly once called When I've nowhere left to go And I need my heroes I've got friends that will run through walls
You're always happy for my happiness And sad for my sadness P me off, you're mad for my madness (Ooh) Ever since we were young, you help me rise from the ashes If I fall from the sky you'd catch me 'Cause friends don't let you do stupid things Oh, friends don't let you do stupid things Oh, friends won't let you do stupid things Alone, alone
I've got friends that will run through walls (Yeah) I've got friends that will fly once called (Yeah) When I've nowhere left to go And I need my heroes I've got friends that will run through walls
Yeah, yeah Whoa-oh-oh When I've nowhere left to go And I need my heroes I've got friends that will run through walls I've got friends that will run through walls And I've got friends that don't text, they call When I've nowhere left to go and I need you the most I've got friends that will run through walls.”
The roar of the crowd was deafening and you couldn’t help the grin that was plastered on your face or the tears that filled your eyes, too many emotions hitting you at once. An overwhelming surge of happiness filled you as you realised you’d preformed this song that was so close to your heart and people had actually enjoyed it. You let out a gasp as you were pulled against somebody’s chest and managed to look up to see Jensen looking at you with so much pride and a grin of his own.
“That was amazing, kiddo, I’m so proud of you. God, I love you so much.” He told you quietly as the crowd continued to clap for you.
“I’m so glad you liked it, Jens. I love you too.” You smiled as he pressed you closer to him and as you felt him kiss your head.
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Hugs were given out from everyone after the show had finished. Everyone was quick to tell you how much they loved you and you told them you loved them too, feeling so much happiness and appreciation for your life and the amazing people in it.
You ended up in Richard’s room that night, cuddled against him, feeling worn out by the long day and the emotions from the last few hours.
“I’m so glad you are all in my life.” You whispered into the dark room, smiling softly as you felt his hand rub up and down your arm soothingly.
“Trust me, bug, we’re so glad you’re in ours and we’d do anything for you.” He told you and though you already knew it, it was nice to hear it from Richard.
“I’d do anything for you guys too.” You replied, cutting yourself off with a yawn. Richard pulled you and the blankets closer to him before quietly telling you to get some rest.
“Love you, Rich.” You mumbled tiredly, eyes already drifting closed.
“I love you too, Y/N/N.”
The One I Love, The One I Hate
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Prompts - 143 - “Didn’t you two used to hate each other?” “Yeah, but now we hold hands and shit!”
You had only been working on the set of Supernatural for a year and whilst you loved it, there were somethings you wished you could change. Like the fact that your character, Violet, was in a relationship with Jared’s character, Sam. During your first season your two characters danced around each other, both finding each other attractive from their first meeting were Sam saved her from a nest of vampires after she was captured by them. Your character was a hunter and quickly joined forces with Sam and Dean.
You sat in your house and read over the scripts that had been sent over, groaning in dismay as you did. The first episode was fairly boring in the way of Violet and Sam’s romance but by episode three you were both to confess your feelings in a life or death situation, only for the awkwardness to start up when you all lived. There were kissing scenes too, quite a lot of them.
Since your first day on set you and Jared did not get along. You clicked straight away with Jensen and became great friends with him, you would have much preferred for your character to be dating Dean but alas things didn’t always work in your favour. It took some time before you and Misha actually became friends, though you two were friendly enough to each other on set but now the two of you hung out together when you weren’t filming. Jared Padalecki, however, was someone you were just about civil with. The same went for him, though he tries to keep up a friendly appearance whenever a camera or fan is around, the two of you hardly speak to each other and if you do it isn’t exactly friendly.
Sometimes you see Jared completely relaxed and at ease, goofing around with the other men on set and can’t help but yearn for that friendship, it would certainly make things a lot easier on set but you never tried to change the dynamic between you.
Shooting this season was going to be great.
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“Late on the first day, Y/L/N.” Was the first thing you heard as you practically fell through the hair and makeup trailers door. You let out an annoyed sigh before collapsing into your chair, smiling gratefully at the PA who handed you a drink.
“Bite me, Padalecki.” You shot back before taking a sip of your drink, relaxing ever so slightly.
“Come on now, Y/N. This season is going to be great; I mean what’s better than our romance finally blossoming.” Jared laughed as he watched you roll your eyes.
Besides Jared’s early morning annoyances throughout the duration of your hair and makeup prep, it was actually really great to be back on set and before long you were walking towards the set ready to start shooting.
“Y/N.” You heard someone call and turned around to seeing Jensen jogging towards you.
“Hey!” You greeted him happily, hugging him back as he pulled you into his chest.
“How was your break?” He asked as the two of you continued on your way to set, exchanging stories from your break. Just as you were about to step into the room Jensen placed a hand on your forearm, stopping you in place. You frowned up at him in confusion.
“Listen, I know you and Jared don’t exactly get on,” He started but was cut off by you snorting.
“Understatement.” You laughed.
“I know you don’t get on,” Jensen repeated, rolling his eyes but smiling fondly, “But I just wanted to make sure you were going to be ok this season, you’re going to be working with him more than anyone.”
“I hope you gave him the same talk.” You mumbled. “But I’m a professional, this is my job and I’m not going to let my feelings get in the way of that. Trust me, I’m good.” You reassured him. You knew how many people watched this show, how they could pick up on any real-life tension that managed to sneak into the show. You could push your feelings to the side for them.
“I did give him the same talk, just so you know.” He said as the two of you entered the room.
“Good.” Was all you said before making your way over to the director who called you.
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“They don’t know Violet.” Castiel murmured quietly, but in the already silent room he may as well of shouted it. You felt a coldness seep through your bones as you shivered. Sam immediately took notice and rested his hand on top of yours.
The four of you were sat in a diner trying to figure out how to deal with some demons who had information but were not willing to deal with Winchesters any more, no matter what the boys offered in return.
“No way, Cas.” Sam said, squeezing your hand. “It’s not safe.”
“I can deal with demons.” You defended, pulling your hand out from under Sam. “I’ll do it.” You said to Dean instead.
“I know you can deal with demons, Vi, but this is too dangerous. They know you’re important to us and if they have you, well, whatever they want from us they’ll have.” Sam explained, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes.
“The way I see it you have two options. One; send me in, they don’t know me, or two; we sit around with our thumbs up our arse whilst the demons and Lucifer continue on with their plan.” You told them, anger dripping from your tone.
“If Lucifer gets a hold of you, Vi…” Sam began but trailed off with haunted eyes. “It’s a risk we aren’t taking. I’m sorry but there has to be another way.” Sam pleaded as he held your hand again.
“And cut!” The director yelled, “Perfect guys, good job.”
You were quick to pull your hand away from Jared causing him to laugh, he threw his arm behind you to rest on the booth.
“Seriously, if holding my hand is so bad, wait until we kiss.” You rolled your eyes as you left the booth, heading over to the table that held food and bottles of water.
You loved working on Supernatural but sometimes it could be draining.
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The first two episodes were wrapped up and it had gone relatively smoothly, a few arguments here and there between Jared and yourself but nothing that wasn’t solved by a small break. However, today was the day were you and Jared were filming your love confession scene and it was already going terribly.
An hour in and twelve takes later you still had no usable footage.
Violet jumped as a hand grabbed hers, whipping round only to relax as she saw Sam in front of her with a blade. She let herself give a quiet sigh of relief as she looked up at the man.
“Vi,” Sam whispered, looking just as bloody and bad as you did, “we can’t get out, we need a plan.”
The two of you surveyed the room, trying to see if there was anything, anything at all, that could get you out of the small, dark room. However, there was little in there, a raggedy blanket, a few empty bottles and some rotten food.
It was hopeless, you were going to die.
“Hey, hey, look at me.” Sam said as he saw your panic, taking your face into his hands. “You’re gonna be ok, we’re gonna get out.”
“Cut!” The director yelled a fifteenth time, causing you to groan and push Jared away. “It’s too stale guys! I know you have your differences but you gotta work together here. Take a break, let’s get Jensen and Misha in here and film them.” The director said to the room before turning to you and Jared again. “Take a break together, see if you can fix this.” He said before walking away.
“He’s right.” Was all you could say, you knew your acting was stoic, no matter how hard you tried there was something about Jared. The same went for Jared, he was a great actor but when it came to you it was terrible.
“I know.” Jared agreed with you, before continuing, “C’mon, we can go to my trailer and work something out.”
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You were sitting in Jared’s trailer anxiously tugging on your sleeve as Jared sat next to you silently. The two of you had no idea where to start, not really able to pinpoint exactly when things had gotten so bad that you couldn’t act together.
“I don’t know why you hate me so much,” Jared began but didn’t get very far as you cut him off immediately, eyes wide in shock.
“Seriously?” You asked, voice soft, “You’re the one who was cold towards me, sure we never really clicked but you acted like I wasn’t even onset until the director yelled action. I followed your lead.” You told him truthfully. Sure, you hadn’t gotten along straight away but it was Jared who started the arguments, it was Jared who acted like you didn’t exist.
“That’s not what happened and you know it.” He argued, though there was no heat to his words.
“Yes, it was, I know we didn’t hit it off instantly but you shot down anything chance of us getting along.” You shot back, refusing to look at him and instead stared straight ahead.
“I only started the comments as a way to ease whatever tension was between us. It was meant to be a joke but when it wasn’t taken as one, I just left it but you shot back and then it spiralled.” He sighed, knowing he’d messed up.
“We’re idiots.” You laughed but there was no humour to it.
“We are.” Jared agreed.
The two of you spoke for a little longer, trying to erase a years’ worth of hurtful comments and arguments. It obviously wasn’t going to be solved with one conversation but it was a start. At some point Jared suggested you two rehearsed and so you did, rehearsing until the PA called you back onto set.
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You woke up in a dark room, head aching as you tried to look around. You could see nothing of importance in the room and the door was too far away for you whilst your leg was hurt, you were sure you felt blood gushing from it.
You let out a quiet groan, letting your head hit the wall only to let out a hiss of pain as it came into contact. You nearly yelled as you felt something grab your hand, jumping as you tried to pull it back.
“Vi, hey, relax it’s me.” Sam said, his voice soft, barely above a whisper, causing you to relax ever so slightly. “There’s no way out, no windows, locked door.” He informed you causing your panic to flare up but Sam was there straight away, kneeling in front of you and cupping your face into his hand. You couldn’t help but tilt your head into his touch causing him to smile slightly. “We’re going to get out, I promise, you’ll be ok.”
“How?” You croaked; voice hoarse from shouting earlier. “You said it yourself, there’s no way out and they took our weapons. We’re screwed.” You felt Sam’s thumb brushing soothingly against your cheek, causing you to relax despite the panic building up.
The two of you stayed silent as you heard the floorboards creek from outside, holding your breath until the steps passed the door and continued down the hallway.
“What about Cas?” You asked hopefully but frowned as Sam shook his head.
“I’ve tried praying but,” Sam trailed off, glancing around the room to emphasis the lack of angel there.
“So what? We sit here and wait to die?” You snapped as panic coursed through your veins.
“No, we wait for someone to open the door and we fight our way out.” Sam said but he didn’t sound so sure about the plan.
“I don’t know if you noticed but I was stabbed in the leg.” You reminded him causing him to curse and pull his hand away from your face so he could examine your leg. It wasn’t too deep but you had definitely lost a fair bit of blood.
You watched as Sam ripped a piece of his shirt and wrapped it around your wound, frowning as he did so.
You both froze again as you heard the sound of the door being unlocked. A demon in a black suit walking in with a cocky look on his face.
“Let her go!” Sam barked before the demon could open its mouth.
“Temper, temper.” It purred, walking over to the two of you. “But why would we let her go when she’s the one we want?”
“She has nothing to do with this! Lucifer wants me!” Sam positioned himself in front of you protectively and as much as you appreciated it you knew it would do little to hold the demon off if it wanted you.
“Are you going to say yes to him?” It asked, voice full of humour. “Didn’t think so. But because we’re oh so nice, we’ll give you a choice.”
“Oh yeah, bite me.” Sam snapped.
“Ah, ah, now don’t tempt me.” It sang. “Either say yes to Lucifer or we get the girl and she looks delicious.” It said, looking at you and licking its lips as it shivered in pleasure at the thoughts running through its mind.
“You’re not getting her and I’m not saying yes.” The demon just looked pleased as Sam protested.
“Say your goodbyes.” It cackled before leaving the room, smirking at you as it did.
“Sam,” You called, getting his attention, he was immediately facing you. “Let them have me, do not say yes. Promise me Sam!” You begged as tears clouded your vision.
“Vi,” He whispered brokenly, his own tears falling down his face as he looked at you with those puppy dog eyes.
“Promise me, Sam, you have to promise me you won’t say yes.”
“I promise, Vi. I’ll get you back. There’s so many things I wanted to tell you but nothing more than I love you, Violet, so damn much and I’m going to get you back.” He swore, voice hard even as the tears flowed.
“I love you too.” You cried, your own tears falling uncontrollably down your face. “I love you so much, I know you’ll get me but don’t do anything stupid.”
Before Sam could reply there were demons in the room and you were flashed out of the room, getting one last look at the man you loved.
“And cut!” The director yelled and you could hear the grin in his voice. “That was perfect, you two were great, keep up the good work.” He praised before wondering off.
You wiped your eyes from where you sat on the floor before you saw a hand come into view and saw Jared offering it to you. You let the man pull you up and smiled as he brushed away your tears.
“You ok?” He asked, feeling the effects of the scene himself. You nodded at him, smiling softly. “Good. He was right, you know, you were great.”
“Thank you, you weren’t so bad yourself.” You smirked at him, causing him to roll his eyes and smile back at you.
“C’mon, we could both use some water.”
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From then on filming the rest of the season was a breeze. Jared and you still argued and picked fights with each other but it was all in good nature now. Being on set was much more enjoyable and your acting had improved greatly now that you actually got along with your scene partner.
However, at some point you realised that maybe you had started getting on too well with Jared as you noticed yourself feeling giddy around him, blushing and just wanting to generally be with him whenever you could. You felt like you were back in high school with a crush. Sometimes you missed the times when you thought you hated the man.
It was getting harder to control too, especially since you had to kiss the man on an almost daily basis, several dozen times a day. God, could that man kiss.
The two of you hung out more together on set, though kept it to yourselves mostly. Sometimes you’d rehearse, sometimes you’d have dinner together and sometimes, like now, you’d find yourself cuddled into his chest as a movie played on the tv in front of you, though you had to admit you weren’t paying much attention to the movie but more so on the hand that absentmindedly played with your hair.
Sometimes it was like Jared knew and he was just playing with you. You knew he wasn’t and that you were just paranoid but between the soft smiles you traded and the peaceful nights spent like this, it was heart-breaking but you knew you wouldn’t put a stop to it. If this was the only way you could have him, then you’d take it.
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“Hey, can we talk?” Jared asked as he jogged up to you after a long, draining day of filming. The words filled you with dread but a bigger part of you just wanted to collapse on the nearest bed.
“Sure.” You agreed tiredly, suppressing a yawn, causing Jared to smile softly at you.
“C’mon, my trailer’s closer.” It didn’t take long for the two of you to arrive at Jared’s trailer where he quickly made drinks and the two of you practically fell into the sofa.
“So, what’s up?” You said after a few minutes of sitting silently on the sofa, watching a Jared fidgeted with the mug in his hand.
“Right.” He began, clearing his throat and shifting so he was sitting with one leg crossed underneath him so that he could face you properly. “It’s just that, I mean, we’re getting along with each other now and I guess, well I mean I knew even when we didn’t get along but still…” Jared continued to ramble as you struggled to make sense of his words.
“Jared.” You interrupted softly, “what’s going on?” You asked in confusion, watching as Jared shook his head before taking a deep breath.
“I like you. I have for a while now, even when we didn’t get along. There’s always been something about you and I’m fine if you’d rather just be friends but I thought you should know.” Jared quickly explained, you just about made out the fast-spoken words but once you did you let out a small, shocked laugh that had Jared’s face falling so you quickly explained.
“Wait, no, I like you too!” You exclaimed. “I just thought with all our history that you’d never like me and I’d accepted that. Sorry, I’m just shocked.” You laughed as Jared let out a sigh of relief.
“So, does this mean I can take you out on a date?” He asked with a large smile that was contagious.
“It does.” You grinned and the two of you stayed on the couch talking for most of the night. The two of you agreed just to keep this to yourselves, not wanting to disrupt the cast or the flow of filming if this didn’t work out.
You woke up the next morning with a sore neck, leaning against Jared.
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You and Jared had been on several dates and everything was going great. You decided to wait until for a month or two before telling people but that went out of the window when the two of you were in Jared’s trailer one day after shooting.
The two of you only had a few scenes you needed to shoot that day and had gotten everything wrapped in just a few hours, whereas Misha and Jensen had a later start so wouldn’t be done for a few more hours at most. You and Jared had taken that time to go back to his trailer and watch a movie. At some movie watching turned into completely ignoring the screen in favour of making out with each other, losing track of time.
Neither of you heard the knock or the trailer door opening but you did hear Jensen’s voice, as he looked at the two of you with a raised eyebrow.
You and Jared quickly pulled away from each other, putting space between the two of you as you both looked up at Jensen with sheepish smiles.
“Didn’t you two used to hate each other?” He asked but didn’t sound too shocked.
“Yeah, but now we hold hands and shit!” Jared laughed, causing both you and Jensen to roll your eyes.
“Sure, whatever makes you two happy,” Jensen grinned as he slapped Jared’s shoulder. “There’s a group of us going out, are you two coming?”
The three of you left the trailer and Jared and you decided to just enjoy each other’s company in public too, you were both happy and even if something didn’t end up working out you were professionals.
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“I don’t know what’s worse,” Misha laughed into the microphone, “being onset with Jared and Y/N now or when they didn’t get along.”
“Definitely now.” Jensen answered with an eye roll causing you to giggle and lean into Jared, who had an arm wrapped around you. “At least when they hated each other they stormed away from each other, now they’re joined at the hip. I mean look at them.” He continued causing the crowd to erupt into screams and cheers.
You and Jared had been dating for a year, six months in you announced it on social media and now conventions were a lot easier when you didn’t have to pretend you weren’t dating Jared. Still being relatively new to these conventions, it was nice to have Jared with you to sooth any anxiety you got. He was more than happy to find a quiet place and sit with you.
A year into it, your relationship was great, sure you two still argued but it was all done with love. None of those hurtful words that were thrown around when you first met. Sometimes working with your boyfriend was a lot, seeing him all day and then going back to the trailers but you’d both worked through it and now it was great. You had moved in with each other in Texas when you weren’t shooting and you loved living down there.
As you looked at Jared, who was jokingly defending your relationship, you couldn’t help but smile at him. Who would have thought the man you once hated would turn out to be the man you loved?
Magic Always Comes With A Price
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Requested - Yes - Anon - can you do a Dean x reader getting together fic with prompts 54, 178, 76 and 200? Thanks.
Prompts - 54 - “Magic always comes with a price.” 178 - “Normally I wouldn’t be caught dead making a deal with you yet here we are…” 76 - “This place gives me the creeps.” 200 - “You’re in love with her.”
The hunt was going as well as it could be considering you three were dealing with a witch. You liked them as much as Dean did, they gave you the creeps but this one was killing men. You’d yet to find a motive but all the men had something in common, they were all in love with somebody but hadn’t confessed their feelings to the person. You figured out the connection when you’d spoken to a best friend of the victim and then another girl who claimed she knew the second victim loved her but he never made a move. You just couldn’t figure out why she was killing them.
It was a few days in when the three of you finally managed to find the witches home, a small cabin in the woods. It was the definition of creepy killer and you straightened up as you approached the house. The three of you snuck in after Dean had gotten the door open, the house was in darkness so you assumed it was empty.
“This place gives me the creeps.” You said quietly into the room as you picked up a skull you were sure belonged to a human at some point.
“Yeah, you and me both.” Dean muttered as he took the skull from you and placed it down. “Don’t touch anything, just in case.” He told you.
You had joined the Winchester’s just over two years ago and couldn’t deny your feelings for the older Winchester. The two of you flirted constantly but nothing more came from it so you kept your feelings to yourself, not wanting to ruin the family you had found with Sam, Dean and Cas.
The witch didn’t even announce herself, didn’t start monologue like most did, instead she murmured a few words that drew your attention to her but before any of you could raise your gun, she had shot her own spell and vanished.
“Fuck!” You yelled as you lowered your arm. “We had her!”
“Y/N,” You heard Sam whisper, his voice thick with emotion. You turned around to look at him in confusion before following his gaze to see Dean on the floor, unnaturally still.
“Dean.” You called, not moving as you prayed to all those dicks in heaven that he wasn’t dead. You took a deep breath moving closer, not looking away from him as you placed your hand on his neck, trying desperately to find a pulse. “Dean.” You said again, your own voice thick now as you tried to hold back the tears.
You let out a gasp of relief when you felt a pulse, faint as it may have been, he was alive.
“The witches spell keeps them alive for a day, Y/N.” Sam told you making his way over to you and Dean.
“What makes you think it’s the same spell?” You asked in confusion, “That spell only works on people in love with someone and that’s not Dean.”
You watched as Sam gave you those wide eyes, like he was desperate to talk but couldn’t.
“Trust me, it’s the same spell. We have a day to solve this, Y/N/N.” Sam told you urgently, desperate to save his brother. He wasn’t even sure Dean knew he was in love with you but the fact that the spell worked only confirmed what Sam had already known. He watched as your face crumbled upon hearing that Dean was in love, if only the two of you just talked.
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You had hours left to find a cure.
You and Sam had both been awake for 19 hours trying desperately to find anything that would help Dean. The two of you knew how this would end if you didn’t and you couldn’t lose Dean.
You were skimming through a book though you knew it was useless, neither of you had any idea what the witch had used in her spell so there was no way to counteract it. You were running out of options when a thought entered your mind, a thought you knew could easily get you killed.
“Where are you going?” Sam asked as you through your coat on and headed for the door.
“Potential lead,” You told him, “Stay with Dean and keep looking in case this doesn’t pan out.”
And with that you went back to the witches’ house. It was a long shot, the chances of her being there were slim to none, not after you’d discovered where she lived, but you were pleasantly surprised to see the lights out and smoke rising from the chimney as you pulled up in front of the house.
“Hello dearie,” The witch beamed as you stepped into the house, gun aimed at her steadily, “So sorry about your loss.” She cackled causing you to shoot your gun, aiming above her head causing her to lose the grin.
“Fix him.” You demanded, your gaze was hard and your words were cold.
“Um, nope, don’t think I will.” She told you, smirking as she did. You felt yourself shake with anger and you grounded yourself as best you could. You couldn’t screw up here, not with Dean’s life on the line.
“Fix him.” You said through gritted teeth.
“I already told you,” She said in exasperation, “I’m not fixing him. Not for free anyway.” She told you, smirking evilly as she watched your face, seeing the exact moment the words registered with you.
“Normally I wouldn’t be caught dead making a deal with you yet here we are…What do you want? I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” She asked you and you nodded in confirmation. You’d do anything to make sure Dean was safe there was no doubt within you. “Good, good, then, I want your love.” She told you causing you to frown.
“My love?” You asked in confusion.
“Love is the most powerful feeling of them all, above happiness, above anger, greed, shame, disgust. Love is the most magical, the most beneficial and you, my dearie, are filled with love. Sure, there’s anger and determination under it but above everything you feel love. I want it.” She growled. You thought it over in your head, not really understanding but knew the answer you were going to give. If it saved Dean Winchester you would give her your love.
“Fine, take it. Just fix Dean.” You pleaded, not wanting to beg but there were hours left before Dean would die.
“We have a deal then?” She asked, taking a step closer to you. You felt the room go cold as she did, a shiver ran down your back as you gulped.
“Deal.” You said and a moment later you were on the floor clutching your chest, withering in pain as you panted, no noise able to come out of your mouth.
You barely saw the witch crouch down in front of you but heard the warning she gave.
“Magic always comes with a price.”
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Sam watched in shock as Dean sat up panting for breath as he did. He was by his brothers’ side straight away wondering what on earth you had done to save Dean.
Sam brought Dean up to speed with what he could and when he finished, he said something that made Dean freeze.
“You’re in love with her.”
Before Dean could respond, whether to confirm or deny what Sam had said, you walked through the door looking a mess. Your hair was wild and there was still a gleam of sweat on you but it was the eyes that made both brothers stop; eyes that were usually full of life looked dead.
“Y/N,” Sam began slowly, “what did you do?”
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Both brothers were furious with you but understood what you did. Now they were sat on the bed trying to figure out how to get your love back from the witch. Dean watched you as you sat in front of him, he knew Sam was right he did love you and now he might never even get a chance to be with you because of this damned witch.
“The only thing we keep coming back to is killing her.” Sam said causing Dean to look away from you and up at his brother who was pacing with the phone in his hands. All evening they’d been looking through books and calling other hunters but nobody had a solution other than to kill her and see where to go from there.
So, the brothers gathered up everything they would need and set off, leaving you behind in the motel. You were glad for it really; you didn’t think you could handle seeing the witch again. You hadn’t realised just how much love filled you until it was taken away and the only thing you could feel was a sadness that settled deep in your bones and coiled tightly around your heart.
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It had taken hours but the brothers had managed to track and kill the witch. It was actually laughable how easy it had been to kill her, really, she should have suspected they would come after her, nobody hurt somebody they loved and got away with it.
They rooted through her things and finally came upon a sealed glass box that contained a vial of shimmering, almost pure white, energy. The only thing Dean could describe it to was angel grace but different, he could tell it was yours, the pull he felt towards it was all he needed to know and before long him and Sam had found the key to open it and were making their way back to you.
“I’m going to stay here.” Sam told him as he parked the impala up in front of the motel. Dean turned to him in confusion causing Sam to laugh.
“Man, you gotta tell her you love her. You both deserve it.” Sam said and meant it with all his being. If anyone deserved to be happy it was his big brother.
“Yeah, I know. Thanks Sammy.” And with that Dean walked towards his future.
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“Hey.” Dean said as he walked over to you, vial in hand.
“I’m sorry,” you told him softly, “but I couldn’t just let you die, I might not know much of what I loved right now but I know that you are the most important thing to me and if I can feel that without love then, imagine how I felt with it.” You confessed, eyes filling with tears as the sadness clung to you. Dean watched you and felt his own heart ache.
“Lucky for you we got it back.” He said, trying to grin but failing.
You looked up at him and saw the vial in his hands, finally letting a few tears slide down your face as you did. With shaking hands, you took it from him as Dean sat on the bed next to you, holding your free hand in his.
With a slight look of hesitation, you flipped the lid open as watched as the energy flowed from the bottle and into your mouth, filling you with love and happiness. Tears fell from your eyes faster as you were overwhelmed with the cluster off emotions that filled you so suddenly. Dean was there, holding you against his chest as you sobbed through it, rubbing your back and whispering soothing words that you barely heard.
When everything had calmed down and you felt like yourself again, you took a few breaths and looked up at him. “I love you, Y/N/N, I have for a while but it took me until now to actually realise it and for that I’m so sorry. You’re one of the best things in my life and I don’t wanna lose you so if you ever pull something like this again, you’re dead.” He warned causing you to laugh loudly. Dean smiled down at you as he took in your laugh, your smile, everything. God, there was nowhere else he wanted to be.
“I love you too, so damn much, and I’d do it all over again if it meant you lived.” You told him, meaning each word.
Dean smiled softly at you, a look you couldn’t remember ever seeing on his face, before he leaned down slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted, and pressed your lips together.
It was perfect, everything the two of you were waiting for all these months and if it took for a witch to get you two to admit your feelings then well, magic always comes with a price.
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Jensen Ackles x reader social media au
Fuck you, Chuck (Dean Winchester x reader)
Request: A Dean Winchester x Reader one where Reader is pregnant, early months barely showing, and something a demon or idk gets to where they are and throws her down a set of stairs so the reader has a miscarriage? Only if you are comfortable writing those tho!! I saw that you were now making SPN Imagines thats super cool!!!
Warnings: sadness, angst, miscarriage :( + it’s short and I’m super sorry about it... I absolutely wanted to write and post something before being too tired and to be honest, I had no idea how to write even if it was a good idea ♡
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Having a baby seemed crazy, especially for the Winchester family. Risks always rose a little higher, but you decided to keep this growing child in you, even when Dean refused. Now that he had accepted it, the tension had calmed down, even though he had set some rules for your own protection and for the baby: you could intervene in easy cases. Not being stupid, you didn’t denigrate this decision because you knew that you shouldn’t take any stupid and unnecessary risk.
Three months pregnant, your belly was almost invisible, unless you really looked and it depended on the clothes you put on. For the moment, you made sure that nobody saw your belly because you knew that it would be your weak point.
This case was supposed to be simple, nothing complicated. Dean was pretty sure you won’t be in an extreme dangerous situation, even if he had asked you to stay at home. An avenging spirit? It didn’t scare you. Your shotgun in one hand and salt in the other, you walked carefully, looking everywhere around you. When Dean called you from the ground floor of the old mansion, you headed for the stairs. While you were going downstairs, a force made you miss several steps. In a few seconds, you found yourself at the foot of the stairs. A throbbing pain took you in the back. It spread immediately almost in your whole body, but the most painful was the abdomen. Instinctively, you put your hands on your belly and tried to get up. Powerful cramps in the lower abdomen, or rather uterine contractions, gave you the impression that your uterus was imploding.
“Dean!” you screamed, panicked.
The ghost wasn’t even there anymore. As if he had succeeded in his mission... But what worried you the most was this fall. This fall not trivial since you had hurtled down the stairs violently. A smell of blood comes to you and a hot liquid flows between your thighs. When you looked down, you saw that your blue jeans had turned a crimson red between your thighs. You understood immediately. At that moment, your boyfriend came followed by Sam.
You will always remember his look in which followed surprise, anger and sadness. He didn’t waste a moment to run up to you and lift you up. It doesn’t matter if a spirit continues to kill curious teenagers, he had to take you to the nearest hospital. Even if he told you that it would be okay, you couldn’t believe it. You knew it was over. You had lost the baby. A miscarriage.
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When you opened your eyes, the light almost blurred you; it took a few seconds for your eyes to get used to the brightness. Turning your head to the side, you saw your boyfriend by your bedside, sitting uncomfortably on a chair, asleep. You noticed that his features were much more drawn than usual and that purple rings certainly weighed down his beautiful emerald eyes. When you realized why you were in a hospital bed, you slid your hands on your stomach. Flat. More flat than usual. Flashes assailed you. The fall. Stairs. Contractions The blood. The baby…
Tears in the eyes rose and then, you burst into tears. You felt like you were so dumb! Why did you have to insist to participate in this hunt? If you accepted to stay at home, your baby would still be alive. Your heart tightened to the idea that you wouldn’t see your belly rounding, feel movements or blows and be able to take it in your arms after another six months of waiting. Your sobs woke Dean, who, immediately, took you in his arms without a word. He wasn’t good at handling so many emotions, let alone his, so the words didn’t come. He hated to see you in this condition and know that he wouldn’t have a child when he had well integrated the idea, the idea of being a father.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Dean…” you managed to say between sobs.
His hands caressed your hair with tenderness. It took a few moments for him to open his mouth without a strangled whine coming out. His vision was blurred and tears ran down his cheeks before falling on your hair.
"You couldn’t predict that... Maybe... Maybe it was meant to happen..."
He hated God, or rather Chuck, to inflict that on you. A new and difficult test in your life. In what honor? What did you do to touch happiness with your fingertips before it collapsed and only ashes remained? Nothing, it's just that fate is and always will be cruel.
This wound will take time to heal. Eventually, you’ll retry the experience. The wonderful experience of parenthood.
And fuck you, Chuck.
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The Fan | Jensen x Reader | Oneshot
Summary: Y/N has an unhealthy obsession with a man with a filthy mouth and an oral fixation he’s hell bent on ruining her life with.
Rating: 18+
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Tags: audio porn, porn AU, dirty talking, daddy kink, praise kink, slight degradation, oral fixation, oral sex galore, use of sex toy, masturbation, public masturbation, Jensen has a filthy filthy mouth in this one, it might make you feral be warned…
WC: ± 4K
A/Ns: I shouldn’t be trusted to write porn when I’m feeling feral because this is absolute filth and I just wanna thank Laura for commissioning it and sending me further down my crazed rabbit hole. <3
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“Oh fuck, baby girl, you take Daddy’s cock so fucking well in that tight little cunt, don’t you?” he coos as your whole body starts to break out into a light sweat. “Best damn pussy I’ve ever fucking had, sweetheart.”
You whine, your back arching off the bed, your head fuzzy with your impending orgasm as your eyes flutter closed and you try to stave it off just a little while longer.
“Look at you, so fucking perfect, you were made for me, made for my cock inside you. Daddy’s perfect little slut,” he growls, gasping for breath at the end of his sentence, moaning deep from his chest. “Tell me what you are, I wanna hear you say it.”
“I’m your perfect little whore, Daddy,” you whine out, your fingers working your clit to the very edge of sweet release.
“That’s fucking right you are, baby, feel so fucking good on my cock, fuck, making Daddy wanna fucking cum. Do you want that? Hm? Do you want Daddy’s cum deep in that pussy? Maybe I should put your panties back on you and send you out. Let you walk around the store with my cum dripping down your thighs. Oh you like the fucking sound of that, don’t you?” he chuckles darkly, and you gasp for air, the feeling of the cock pistoning in and out of you almost too much to bear anymore.
“You’re not going to cum again are you?” he asks. “You know how I feel about you cumming when my mouth isn’t down there to taste it. Do you need my tongue in that cunt again, baby girl? Or are you still craving Daddy’s cock? Look at you, so fucking desperate you don’t even know what you want anymore, you just want to be used, don’t you? You just want Daddy to use that fucking cunt over and over until I’m through with it. I’ve fucking got you, baby girl, you’re mine and everyone fucking knows it. I’ve marked you up good, you wanna see your skin, fucking covered in my claim.”
You can’t take anymore, and you cum hard, screaming out in pure ecstasy as your climax washes over every inch of you, and you’re left gasping for air, squirming on the edge of over-stimulation as the cock continues to piston in and out of you at the steady pace you’d set it at.
Your eyes flutter open and you’re brought back to the room, your earbud falling out, letting the natural ambience of your bedroom fill your eyes, the very faint sound of the actor’s voice still bleeding through the forgotten earpiece. Your body is still trembling, goosebumps erupting over every inch of you as you finally reach for the dial beside you and slow the machine down until it’s come to a stop, and you carefully remove the toy from inside you and whimper at the loss of contact, even if you are thoroughly done. You reach for your phone to pause the audio, realising there’s still ten minutes left. You never can make it to the end of one of his audios. That man is far too good at what he does, and it’s a crying shame he doesn’t do videos, though you realise that audio gets you off far better than visual does nowadays. You don’t even think you’d care what the guy looks like, if he can make you cum that hard and that many times with just his words, he could look however he wants and you’d still fuck him.
Somehow, the guy seems to be all your biggest fantasies wrapped up in one dirty mouthed human, and you’re actually starting to worry about your real dating life, given you’re never going to find a guy that will ever come close to your favourite audio actor, you’re sure of it. Still, it doesn’t stop you from trying, even if your nights do end like tonight; alone and getting yourself off with your best investments yet; your fuck machine and Patreon subscription to ‘Dean Winchester’. You hadn’t even needed a machine before Dean, and you actually had more real life sex with real life men, but over time you ended up settling for mediocre one night stands less and less, rathering going home to Dean, instead. You know your obsession is borderline unhealthy at this stage, but if the guy would stop putting out the best audios you’ve ever heard, then maybe you’d stand a chance.
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Work is so mind-numbingly boring, you find yourself watching the clock on the wall and praying that the last twenty minutes would hurry up, so you can get out of the office for the weekend. With the weekend upcoming, you don’t have time to start a new project, but you finished your last one two hours ago, and have been desperately trying to seem busy for your boss’s sake since then. You sigh and twist yourself left to right in your office chair, and practically leap at your phone the second it goes off next to you. Finally, something to do.
You’re quick to glance around you when you realise that the notification is from Patreon, and you open it cautiously to see Dean has posted a new audio. It’s rare for him to post something mid afternoon on a Friday, and you read the title and the audio information, eager to find out what your Friday night is going to entail.
Daddy can’t get enough of eating that sweet pussy (with toys)
Contains: Excessive oral sex, daddy kink, use of toys, praise, degradation, slight humiliation, mocking for multiple orgasms, soft dom, aftercare
You look around the office, feeling your pussy getting uncomfortably wet already, and rub your thighs together, reaching into your purse and grabbing your headphones, before quickly making your way towards the bathroom. You would normally at least try to wait the extra hour, and for the comfort of your own home, but this one sounds too good to wait. You just want a little glimpse; at least that’s what you tell yourself as you lock yourself into a bathroom stall and eagerly put an earbud in, making sure your phone is definitely connected to it before you turn the volume up a little.
“Hey, baby girl,” Dean hums through the headphone, and instantly the wetness doubles.
You shift uncomfortably in your heels, and take a seat on the closed toilet lid, hitching your dress up enough to get to your soaked panties. You can just have a little play, it’s not like you’re busy, and no one will know what you’re doing in here.
“Have you missed me? Aw, I can tell,” he coos, “have you been waiting for me all day? I’ve had a long week, and I was thinking I could use some stress relief,” he explains. “I’ve been thinking about you since I left you naked in bed this morning, been thinking about that sweet little pussy, about how good you taste. My cock has been hard all fucking day just thinking about tasting you when I got home.”
You try your best not to moan out loud, your fingers now pulling the ruined material of your panties to one side as you take a shuddered breath in and start to tease your swollen clit.
“You don’t mind if I help myself, do you?” he asks, and then a low hum rumbles through him. “Fuck, let me take those panties off, wanna see that dripping little pussy properly. It’s gonna taste so fucking good, you always taste so fucking good, you’ve got Daddy addicted, d’y’know that?”
You rush to remove your panties over your heels, wanting to keep up with the fantasy now playing in your mind’s eye, and you quickly stuff them into your blazer pocket.
“Don’t worry about making dinner, I’ve got enough to feast on right here,” he chuckles lowly, and then the sound of his lips smacking over something fills the quiet, and he moans under his breath. “Tastes fucking good, baby girl,” he praises. “That pussy was made to be eaten, and look at it, practically dripping for me, such a naughty little slut, hm? You want a finger inside you?”
Instantly you slide one finger inside your warm, wet cunt, and your eyes roll as you throw your head back.
“So fucking tight, baby girl, you like having something inside you when I eat that pussy, don’t you?” he laughs, “then why don’t you use the dildo I got you? It’s right here, I’ve got it, let me see if I can make it fit.” The sound of vibrations accompany Dean’s hums of approval, and you wish with everything in you that you were home right now, where you could reach for your own vibrator and slide it inside you like Dean’s doing in your fantasy right now. “Fuck, baby girl, you take it so well, does that feel good? It’ll feel better when my tongue is back on that clit.”
“Jesus,” you whisper under your breath, pushing a second finger inside you in a desperate attempt to mimic the toy you’re imagining.
“Don’t worry about me, baby, I’ve had a cockring wrapped around my cock all day, I’m gonna be fucking you for hours yet. Now you just lie back and let me take care of that sweet little cunt.”
The bathroom door opens outside of the stall, and you jump to remove your fingers, even though whoever has entered won’t see what you’re doing, you still don’t want to get caught out somehow. The obscene noises of Dean ‘eating you out’ are still playing into your ear, and you rush to pause the audio in an attempt to calm yourself down a little, hearing the clicking of heels on tile as someone enters the stall next to you.
“Y/N?” you hear Amber call out.
“Yeah?” you call back, your voice shaky and not trustworthy, right now.
“You coming to the bar with us?” Amber asks.
You stand up and flush the toilet to complete your facade, heading out of the stall and quickly beginning to wash your own juices off of your fingers before Amber somehow notices.
“Not tonight,” you insist, your mind very much on the remaining twenty three minutes of Dean’s new audio, and the date with your machine you’ve found yourself with suddenly.
“C’mon, you’ve not been out in forever, plus, Sascha insists that this new bar has the hottest guys,” Amber explains as she also exits her stall and stands at the sink beside you, washing her own hands.
“I gave up on men a long time ago,” you remind Amber with a chuckle.
“Oh c’mon, I’m all for silicone friends, but you’ve gotta get a real dick at least once in a while, and girl for you, it’s been a while.” You laugh at her bluntness and shake your head. “You’re coming, even if I have to pay for your drinks all night,” Amber insists.
You sigh and roll your eyes, before nodding reluctantly, guessing one drink won’t hurt if it gets Amber off your back.
“Great,” Amber beams, reaching forward to undo the top button of your dress so your cleavage is far more on show than it was before. “There, let’s go.”
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One drink has somehow turned into three, because every time you say you might leave, Amber is quick to buy you another cocktail, and you feel bad wasting her money by not drinking it first. You’re hyper aware of the fact your panties are still stuffed into your blazer pocket, and your pussy is completely bare and exposed under your dress, and the only thing you can fully focus on is the remainder of Dean’s audio you want to listen to. You really do have a problem, apparently.
By the fourth drink, you offer to pay, feeling bad that Amber is footing your bill all night, and you guess you owe her one drink before you finally go home to your machine. You stand at the bar and shift uncomfortably from foot to foot as you wait to be served, your mind running wild with all the ways Dean is going to fuck you tonight, and when the barman finally stands in front of you, you realise you’ve forgotten what Amber wanted. You guess your way through a list of a few different cocktails, figuring one of the girls will drink them even if Amber doesn’t, and as the barman moves away to make your long order, you hear a scoff beside you.
You turn your head to look at the man, and are kind of taken for a moment because he’s pretty attractive. Sascha was right, the men at this place really are better looking than the rest of the bars around town. Maybe they have some weird lighting, or something.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he laughs easily, and his voice shoots straight to your core. Jesus, has it really been that long since a hot guy has talked directly to you? “It’s just I’ve been stood here for over five minutes, and that bar man is only serving the hot girls,” he explains.
Your brain takes a second to process what he’s saying, and then you scoff and shake your head.
“Clearly not, he just served me,” you counter.
“I stand by what I said,” the stranger insists, after his green eyes have raked up and down your body a couple of times. Is this guy actually flirting with you? You find yourself staring for a moment. There’s something very familiar about him, but you’re fairly sure you’d remember ever meeting a guy this attractive.
“Do I know you?” you ask him, frowning.
His green eyes light up and he laughs softly, shaking his head.
“Urm… don’t think so,” he finally offers, shaking his head. But his hesitance only confuses you more.
“Are you sure? I swear I know you somehow,” you insist.
The guy begins to blush, and he clears his throat before looking around himself.
“Well, what if I said my name is… Dean,” he slowly offers.
Your eyes widen immediately, and you’re not sure if you want the ground to swallow you whole or if you want to kiss the man. His voice that’s what you know, that’s what’s so familiar, and that’s why you’re having this kind of reaction to just talking to some guy. So you’re not that desperate, after all… or maybe you are, depending how you look at it. You would’ve never placed him as Dean Winchester, no matter how intimately you know his voice, because you never would’ve actually expected him to be more attractive than the picture you’d painted in your head. And you never would’ve expected to bump into him at a bar in town of all places.
But then the realisation hits you fully. If this guy is Dean Winchester then he knows that you listen to his stuff, and he knows that you listen enough to recoginise him.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, your cheeks burning. “Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed, I’m so sorry,” you fumble to apologise, but Dean just laughs and shakes his head.
“Why are you sorry? I love meeting fans.”
The word fan only makes your skin crawl more, he’s going to think you’re some psycho, some desperate woman that needs audio porn to get her kicks.
“Oh god,” you groan, now feeling your skin crawling in shame.
“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart, really,” he reassures you, reaching out to grab your shoulder. “Honestly, I’m flattered a girl like you listens to me.”
“Oh sure,” you scoff, not believing him for one second. You want to tell him you don’t really listen to his stuff that much, but then you realise that might be insulting, and you don’t want to tell him you’re as big a fan as you are, or you’ll just look even more pathetic to him. “Listen, I’ll leave you alone,” you conclude.
“Oh,” he replies simply, before licking his lips and nodding his head. “Yeah, sure, if that’s what you want.”
You can’t help but feel like you’ve insulted him somehow, and you swallow hard, rushing to explain. “I don’t wanna seem like some creepy fan,” you excuse.
“Sweetheart, I’m the one that hit on you,” he laughs.
Your eyes only widen further, “you were hitting on me?”
“Yeah, well… I thought I was… I did call you hot, didn’t I?”
“I guess,” you agree, now feeling embarrassed for a whole new reason. The guy that has given you more orgasms than all the other men in your sexual history put together has hit on you. “I’m sorry, I just always assumed that a guy like you would be married, or at least dating someone.”
“Nah, my work is just as much for my benefit as it is yours, trust me,” he laughs softly. “So, can I at least buy you a drink, even if it’s just to thank you for liking my work?”
*
“I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this,” you confess, already drunkenly laughing behind your hand as you look over at him.
Dean – or Jensen, you’ve now been told his real name is – seems to wait patiently for your confession, and in the two or so hours you’ve been sitting together drinking and getting to know each other, you somehow feel like you’ve known him for years. Maybe that’s because of the porn, but either way, you’re actually about to say this out loud.
“The audio that you released today?” you prompt, and a smirk grows over Jensen’s plump lips.
“Yeah…” he prompts.
“Well, I didn’t get to finish it, but let’s just say I started it in work… in a bathroom stall… and I’m still a mess. I was dying to get home to finish it.” Your confession doesn’t leave you as embarrassed as you thought it would, not when Jensen only smirks harder, and then bites his bottom lip as his green eyes look around the bar.
“Well… why don’t I just… show you what the rest was like?” he asks, blinking at you.
“What?” you ask, feeling yourself beginning to sober up at just the very thought of what Jensen’s implying.
“What if we… y’know, re-enacted it?”
*
“So how far did you get?” Jensen asks, breathing against your neck.
You crane it, pushing your head back further into your pillow as you moan softly, dragging your nails through the soft hair on the nape of his neck.
“Not very, you’d just pulled out a vibrator,” you explain breathlessly, your heart thudding in your chest. If this man is this good at kissing, you’re not sure you’ll survive the rest of it. And you already know what a filthy mouth he’s got from the dirty talking. And from talking to him tonight, you were more than excited to find out that his audios are a true reflection of his own kinks.
“Do you have one?” Jensen prompts, and you blindly reach under your bed for the box that holds your toys, throwing the lid off carelessly and wrapping your hand around your favourite vibrating silicone friend.
You produce it in front of you, stopping Jensen in his tracks as he smirks, taking it from you and throwing it to the bed next to you both.
“I don’t have a cock ring though,” you add with your own smirk, and Jensen chuckles lowly.
“Don’t worry, I’m covered,” he tells you smugly, taking your hand and pushing it under his boxers. Your hand meets soft, warm velvety skin, and as it gets a little lower, you feel the rubber ring at the very base of his swollen cock.
“Do you always go to bars wearing one of those?” you sass, wrapping your fingers around his erection and growing pleasantly surprised at the thickness.
“I had it on for the audio this morning, y’know, for authenticity, and figured I’d leave it on because I was so horny. Meeting you was just the bonus,” he explains.
“What else do you do for authenticity?” you tease, gasping when Jensen’s teeth sink into the delicate skin on your neck. “Do you…” you struggle to regain your composure, grinding your core up against his bare thigh, your slick coating his skin. “Do you actually eat pussy?” you finally manage to ask.
“Unfortunately not. It’s been a while since I got to eat a pussy… don’t mind if I fill up on you, do you, baby girl?”
“No, Daddy,” you whimper, not even ashamed at how quickly you submit to him.
“Oh, someone’s been listening to my work… such a good little whore, f’me, aren’t you? Bet you taste fucking delicious.”
Suddenly, Jensen’s face is gone, and you feel his hands grab the backs of your thighs and push your legs backwards, spreading you open. He doesn’t waste any time dining on your pussy, making sounds far more obscene then the audios could ever capture, and just when you thought this man couldn’t get you off any harder, you’ve finally felt his tongue for real, the stubble on his face rub along your delicate skin, you’ve finally felt exactly what this man can do to you.
Your fingers comb through the hair on the top of his head, and Jensen only ever pauses to bite and suck on the flesh at the insides of your thighs, before returning to licking and sucking your pussy like a starved man. Your back arches into his touch, and you nearly lose your mind when you see him blindly reach for the dildo you’d given him, turning it on to a low rumble as he presses the tip to your entrance.
“So fucking tight, baby girl, you like having something inside you when I eat that pussy, don’t you?” he growls, his voice slightly deeper and far more reminiscent of his “Dean” persona.
You moan loudly, bucking your hips desperately as he begins to fuck you with your vibrator, and you find yourself torn between wanting his mouth back on your pussy, and wanting his cock replacing your toy. Amber’s right, sometimes you just need the real thing. Especially when the real thing is as tempting as Jensen’s.
“Fuck, Daddy, feels so good, please don’t stop,” you beg, feeling his mouth back on your cunt in an instant, and he laps at your arousal and moans loudly around your clit when he sucks it between his lips. “Holy fuck,” you shout, staring up at the ceiling, not sure you’re even going to survive this.
Jensen’s rutting against your mattress, but seems to be in no rush to finish eating you out any time soon, and your thighs tremble either side of his head as he coaxes your orgasm to the surface.
“That’s it baby,” Jensen pauses for a brief second to say. “Cum f’me,” he growls. “Cum on Daddy’s tongue, c’mon, perfect little cunt, tastes so sweet, you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” he chuckles, looking up grinning at you like the devil.
“Yes,” you whine, encouraging his mouth back on your clit as he now fucks your vibrator in and out of you so much better than the machine has ever managed to.
Jensen doesn’t stop to talk again, he just hums and moans against your skin until you’re cumming hard and fast on the toy, and he’s quickly removing it to lap at your juices that are practically flooding out of you.
As always when you listen to his work, your first orgasm does little to stave off the arousal he’s elicited from you, but luckily, it seems Jensen’s not done with you, because he licks his lips clean and hums, rising back to his knees between your legs. He begins stroking his cock in his hand, his eyes several shades darker as he looks down at you.
“So,” he smirks, guiding the tip of his cock towards your soppy entrance, only teasing it with his tip before tapping the heavy length on your sensitive clit, making you squirm. “Which of my audios should we re-enact next?” he asks.
“Any one that requires that inside me,” you reply, watching Jensen chuckle under his breath.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
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summary: after seeing that one edit of your husbands best friend, you can’t seem to control yourself. (part 2)
word count: 7.5k words 🥱
warnings: smut (18+ mdi) swearing, dirty talk, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), bullying (kinda) cheating, forced cream pie, grammar & spelling mistakes (prolly more idk)
a/n: omgg this took so long to write >.< but first post yay! (finally lmao) pls lmk how it is! i feel maybe it’s kinda long and it feel’s boring at times idk i was high writing this lmaosjs. fr tho lmk what i can do better. ALSO I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING BUT IN THIS CONTEXT ITS KINDA HOT NGL
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“babe, you almost ready?” your husband jared asks, appearing in the doorway of the bathroom, the shirt you picked out for him was halfway up his arms. you completely ignored him as your eyes traced every muscle in his arms, then in his broad shoulders and chest and finally his abs that were still glistening from the shower he took just minutes ago. i’m so lucky you thought as you soaked up the greek god you called your husband. just the sight of him like this made ache. you let out a small breath and walked up to him, standing on your tippy toes to pull him in for a deep kiss. he froze for a second, taken off guard but then kissed you back, just as deeply. you moan softly into his mouth as your hand trails from his chest down his abs, your nails scratching his skin ever so lightly. he knows what that means. you’re horny. and you want him. no, you need him. “(y/n)” jared chuckled and pulled away. “we’re gonna be late” “please baby,” you pouted, reaching up and placing a small kiss to his ear lobe before whispering “i only need you for a couple minutes” leaving a trail of kisses down his neck “(y/n) i-“ the sound of the door bell ringing cut him off but you already knew what he was gonna say. you sighed in defeat and jared gave you half crooked smile before kissing your cheek and finally slipping his shirt over his head before going to answer the door for the baby sitter.
ignoring the feeling of sexual frustration you began to get dressed, settling on a short, spaghetti strap dress with pink and white floral designs. you slipped on your sneakers and checked yourself out in the full length mirror. the dress hugged your body perfectly, you had just the right amount of cleavage and your ass to waist ratio was insane. you looked fucking hot, and jared would be crazy if he wasn’t dying to pound that little pussy the second he was alone with you. smirking and pleased with the way you look, you quickly finished getting ready. spritzing some expensive purfume, getting the rollers out of your hair and accessorizing your ankle with your favourite gold anklet, off the chain dangled a small heart with a diamond initial “J” on it. jared bought it for you many years ago for your first ever anniversary. you never really leave the house without it and you probably consider it one of your most prized possessions. its the first thing he got you and it just holds so much love for you.
you grabbed your purse and met your husband downstairs, your greeted the babysitter and kissed your kids goodbye before leaving the house.
-
“jared, please” you whined in the passenger seat. you’re thirty minutes into your hour long drive and jared’s hand has been firmly placed on the inside of your thigh, and every time he hit a red light he would subconsciously rub small circles with his thumb. it’s driving you absolutely insane, you need this man right here, right now. “i want youu” he chuckled again “i’m driving babe! what’s gotten into you?” deep down you know exactly what’s gotten into you but you’d rather die than be honest with your husband right now.
a couple nights ago you were up late bored and scrolling through tiktok. it’s not really uncommon for random videos to jared and jensen to show up on your for you page, but what is uncommon is the random thirst trap edit of your husbands best friend. the edit showed clips of jensen at the concert he’d done recently. he wore white jeans and a black shirt with the sleeves cut off. his hair was damp and hanging in front of his eyes while his skin glistened with sweat, the veins in his thick neck popped as he sang the high note perfectly, his tattooed bicep flexed as he gripped the mic harder. it’s like you were entranced, you watched and watched and watched probably over ten times before jared started to stir in the bed next to you. you quickly closed the app and laid next to your husband. as you drifted off to sleep, your mind created the most perverted dream you’ve ever had. it was of you and jensen, it was after his show, you and him was in his dressing room. he had you pinned against the wall while he fucked up into your wet pussy. you felt him, he was big, and heavy and he stretched you out so good. he snuck his hand around and grabbed your throat, tilting your head back. he towered over you as he looked down into your eyes with such animalistic lust, just this look can send you over the edge. his grunts, your screams and skin slapping together filled the room as he sped up his thrusts. “you like your little pussy fucked like this, don’t you sweetheart?” he was rough and honestly, it hurt a little bit but you enjoyed it, hell, you loved it. this is just what you wanted. “he can’t do it for you, huh?” he chuckled mockingly, “he can’t fuck you like i do, he can’t say filthy things to you like i do, he can’t make you scream his name like i do.” you woke up completely soaked. you never spoke of the dream and tried your very best to forget about it…but when you were alone, your mind wondered off. you missed how good he felt inside you, how his words made you so wet, how he fucked into you so hard you felt the tip of his cock pound into your cervix.
you love jared so much, he’s such a good husband and father and you really lucked out with him, he’s perfect.. but, he’s a bit too vanilla for you. you’ve expressed your desires to him before, how you want him to be rougher and more talkative during sex, how you want to try different positions and maybe bring in toys. but he protests, he says he doesn’t wanna hurt you or say degrading things to you. which a part of you found sweet and the other part was disappointed. jared definitely satisfied you during sex, he’d make sure you were okay, and make you cum at least twice, he’d always feel so good and fit perfectly in. but sometimes the same position and pace got boring and the moans and grunts that flew around the room grew to feel awkward. you just need a really good and rough fuck.. like jensen gave you in that dream.
-
you thought that you would be normal around jensen, like you usually are, but you thought wrong. after you and danneel practically jumped in each others arms and had an ‘i missed you’ war, she lead both you and jared out to the back yard where jensen stood at the barbecue, a beer in one hand and a metal spatula in the other. he wore blue washed jeans, a black t shirt that hugged his arms and shoulders and a black backwards cap that kept the hair out of his eyes. sucking in a deep breath your nostrils filled with his cologne and his scent engulfed all your senses and your mind flashed back to the dream you had. you never looked at jensen as anything other then an older brother, you love jared and danneel is basically a sister to you. but seeing jensen there in all his glory, his new hair cut, his beard, his perfectly toned and muscular body and his tattoo that barely poked out under his shirt was doing things to you, and you couldn’t deny the butterflies in your lower abdomen. “it’s been so long!” jensen exclaimed and pulled your husband in for a tight hug. he then hugged you. “too long” he muttered in your hair. the hug didn’t last for long but it was enough to make your legs weak. and his low mumble in your ear sent shivers down your spine. why did he say that just to you?
“i'll make us drinks” danneel said before dragging you away to the kitchen. “something strong please” you sat at the kitchen island while danneel quickly whipped up some pina coladas, putting extra rum in yours, and serving it to you with an extra shot, which you took no time to down before taking a sip of your drink. “how you been babes?” you sigh and your mind flashes back to everything that happened in the pass year that you two were separated. you’ve both been super busy, jensen filming the boys and jared filming walker. then jensen and dani moved over an hour away. you honestly can’t believe you haven’t seen them in a whole year. you were so excited when they finally had free time and invited you both over for a late night barbecue. jensen’s laugh snapped you out of your thoughts and you realized you left danneel on heard. panicking, you blurted out the sex problem you’ve been having with jared. danneel listened and showed sympathy but didn’t really offer much help. instead she said, “well, the kids are at my parents for the night. so, we can dance and drink all night!” and that’s exactly what we did. jensen made the most amazing burgers and danneel made a homemade cheesecake, the music never died down and the drinks never stopped coming. you and danneel are drunk in the kitchen, laughing and giggling and dancing to “or nah” by the weekend. you were bent over shaking your ass while danneel gripped your waist tightly and moved her hips along with yours. this is a very normal thing that happens when the both of you get too drunk. “can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah!” you sung loudly together, you then would turn around to face your best friend, flipping your hair in the process, dani placed her hands on your hips while yours traced down her body. “ahem” you jumped and turned around to see jensen standing in the doorway. “hey, don’t stop for me. i was enjoying myself” a dirty smirk painted his lips and every feeling and thought that you drank away came rushing back to you. “shut up, loser” danneel joked “no, for real. you guys are hot. i wonder what would have happened if i didn’t interrupt” he said lowly, staring down danneel with an even bigger smirk on his face. jensen was always dirty minded, it’s no secret. he would open talk about sex and make dirty jokes, but this is probably one of the dirtiest things he said in front of you which caused you to choke and spill your wine, all over your dress. jensen burst out laughing and dani went into full mom mode. “oh no! quick take it off it’s gonna stain!” she grabbed your hand and pulled you into the laundry room, where you pulled off your dress and handed to to dani, she sprayed strain remover before throwing it into the wash. “just where this for this” she handed you a random shirt “this is jensens” you stated. “don’t worry, he won’t care” without protest you slipped on the huge shirt that fit you like a dress, ending a little lower then your previous dress. it was the shirt he was wearing in that one edit, the shirt he wore while he fucked your hard in your dream. it smelled like him, even though it was freshly washed, the mixture of laundry soap, jensen’s s musky scent and the chokehold this shirt has around your next warmed your entire body, right down to your core.
while waiting for your dress to get done, you joined your husband on the couch, crossing your legs and leaning into his side. jensen came from the kitchen with more drinks in his hands, this time four glasses of scotch. he leaned to give jared his glass and then went to give you yours, not before very blatantly checking you out. “love that shirt” he mumbled just loud enough for you to hear and no one else. he shot you a wink and went to sit across from you, next to dani. ignoring him and the red hot blush forming on your cheeks you turn to jared and place a hand on his thigh “babe, it’s getting late, we should probably go soon” you checked your phone to see it’s 11:43 pm “you guys aren’t going home,” jensen started. why does he start his sentences like that? “i think jared here, had a bit too much to drink” he glanced over at your husband and only then you noticed just how drunk he actually is. “and besides, the funs just starting” he looked down at you, flashing a smug grin. thank god dani is just as drunk as jared right now.
for the next half hour or so you and danneel have been in deep conversation, though it’s quite hard considering the looks jensen is giving you. his eyes darkened and he scanned over your body for the sixth time in ten minutes, he’s been shifting uncomfortably in his seat and he keeps saying dirty things while maintaining heavy eye contact with you. he sat with his legs wide open, his large hands constantly running down his thighs. jared and danneel got drunker and drunker while jensen was sobering you up fast. “excuse me a second” you muttered and got up and left to the kitchen to be alone for a second. it was all too much for you, the eye contact, his actions, his voice. your husband is right there! so is your best friend aka his wife! how can he be so- but when you really thought about it, there was not a part of you that didn’t like the attention, especially from a man like him. its so naughty and him being so obvious and your husband being so clueless makes you wet. if jared and dani was as sober as you and jensen -god, you don’t even wanna think about what will happen. after running your hands under cold water, you searched in the fridge for something nonalcoholic to drink. that’s when you felt a large presence behind you. “how you been (y/n)?” his voice was deep as he leaned on the counter, finishing the last little bit of scotch. you grabbed a water and turned to face him. “i-im great, how about you?” he ignored the second part of your question “are you, though? ‘cause im heard some things” panic quickly spread over your face. he knows. somehow he knows about the dream. “wh-what? what did you hear?” he began to walk closer to you, subconsciously you took a step back only to bump into the fridge, causing jensen to grin. “that you’ve been having some trouble getting laid.” your eyes widened and your gasped. “what? no, im getting laid!” jensen’s eyes softened and he nodded sarcastically “mhm, sure you are. but just not in the way you want too” your nerves are going through the roof right now. how does he know all this? and most of all why is he bringing it up? “what? jared told me.” he said casually as if this is just a normal thing. “he actually asked me for advice. you’re welcome by the way” “what did you say?” you asked with anticipation, you, at have just found a loophole for your little problem. “tsk, have patience sweetheart, you’re gonna have to wait and see” by now, there’s only a couple inches separating the both of you, your fully trapped between the fridge and jensen’s hard body, “thing i don’t understand is,” he started in a low whisper, his green eyes dark and he’s maintaining heavy eye contact “how can he not fuck you like that, y’know, the way you deserve” you were too stunned to speak, your body temperature is so high your about to break out in a sweat and the butterflies in your stomach make you wanna throw up. it feels like your dreaming and you brain can’t process anything. “i mean…if things were different or whatever, i don’t think i’d be able to stop myself from bending you over every table in this house.” he dipped his head down and whispered in your ear, in a low and deep voice “while you’re wearing my shirt”
this isn’t right. okay, you can’t deny it, if you could, you would happily let jensen fuck you anyway he wants. but you’re married! and you love jared, not to mention your best friend with his wife! this is insane.
you both heard a thud from the living and then a mixture of jared and danneel laughing. you slipped away from jensen and saw danneel on the floor with jared laying sideways across her stomach. jensen burst out laughing and went to help them both up. “i was trying to carry him upstairs and then i don’t know what happened!” dani was practically jello in jensen’s arms, she’s had way too much to drink and so did your husband. “looks like you need to call the babysitter, sweetheart” jensen spoke and began leading his wife upstairs. with a sigh you agreed, you’d rather stay the night then risk something bad happening if you let jared drive. “i’m gonna put her to bed, i’ll be back to grab the overgrown man child” jensen would flip danneel over his shoulder and carry her upstairs like she weighed nothing. his muscles and neck veins popped as he let out a soft grunt. squeezing your legs together, trying to get some type of relief.
you reach for your phone to call the baby sitter to tell her the change of plans but jared grabbed your wrist and with one swift motion he had you on his lap. his hands were everywhere, under your (jensen’s) shirt, grabbing and squeezing at your tits, they then trailed down and grabbed two handfuls of your ass. “you’re so fucking sexy right now” he grunted and thrusted his hips up, making you lose your balance and jolt forward. “so hot” he pulled you in and instantly started making out with you, it was hot and heavy and everything you wanted from him. he even smacked your ass which caused you to moan in his mouth. his hands was placed firmly on your hips while he grind them down on his crotch. you felt how hard he actually is and moaned, quite loudly this time. your clothed pussy grinding down on your husbands cock through his jeans almost sent you straight to euphoria. this is exactly what you need, just some relief. you needed someone to just use you, use your body as they please and do whatever they want to you, to fuck you hard and fast and make you scream, to fill your little pussy up with cum. your pussy is now throbbing and you need the release so bad. is this what jensen was talking about earlier? “fuck” you breathed and you pulled away for air, only for jensen to be standing right in front of you, shirtless and wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, his hair was messy and it hung in front of his eyes. “hey, hey, hey!” he grabbed jared shoulder. “not on my new couch, take it to the bedroom kids!” jared put his hands up on protest and muttered a series of apologies as jensen guided him off the couch and upstairs “you coming?” he asked, you husband half cautious and clinging onto jensen. “yeah, just gotta call the baby sitter.” “don’t take too long” he winked and disappeared with your husband, you rolled your eyes and texted the sitter, letting her know that you and jared will be spending the night.
“he’s all yours sweetheart” jensen smirked in the doorway. your husband was in bed and barely conscious. “thanks” you replied quietly and began to shut the bedroom door but jensen stopped it. “if you need anything, at all, i’ll be in my office” he left down the hall and you shut the door, finally feeling like you can breathe. you climbed into bed and poked jared’s shoulder. “babe?” the only reply you got was a loud snore and him shifting in bed, placing his arm and leg over you, essentially holding you hostage in bed.
that bastard, he fell asleep on you! you groaned in frustration and tried your best to sleep. you probably only slept an hour or two because your mind kept making up dirty thoughts..about jensen. the way he looked today, the signals he was sending, all that shit he said to you in the kitchen. it was too much and you couldn’t help yourself. with very careful actions, you moved your hand down and into your underwear, gasping at how wet you really are, your panties are soaked from the arousal you’ve pretty much had all day. you pressed your finger hard to your clit and sighed in relief. you began to rub small circles, trying not to moan out loud no matter how good it feels. unfortunately though, your movements caused your husband to shift again in his sleep and now his arm is over yours, trapping your hand so that you can barely wiggle your fingers.
“fuck this” you whispered before prying your husband hands off and slipping out of bed. honestly, you don’t know what you were expecting or even looking for, but a small part of you hoped that jensen is still up. you crept down the hallway and looked for any evidence of an office. your foot managed to find and step on the loudest creek ever and you froze in place, in fear that you woke someone up (or maybe in fear that you’ll be caught) “(y/n)?” you heard a deep voice say behind you. you whipped around and immediately began to apologize “i’m so sorry i just-“ “can’t sleep?” you nodded, to put it simply. he stepped aside and motioned with his head for you to come in. you listened to him and he shut and locked the door behind you.
“so, what’s got you up at night?” he asked with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. he knows exactly what but he enjoys seeing me suffer. “i’m guessing he went lights out on you?” you sighed and nodded, there’s no point to deny it anymore. he sighed as if he’s personally affected too and slumped down in his chair, legs wide open as he swung side to side lightly. “i’m sorry sweetheart, ‘s gotta suck” he laughed and your glared at him. why is he being such an asshole right now? “can you stop?” you snapped, sassily which only caused jensen to put his hands up in defence “hey, i tried everything i could, i gave him strict instructions and if your still getting blue balled, it’s not my problem”
full of frustration, you turned on your heel to leave. coming here was a mistake, you must’ve gotten mixed signals or just hallucinated the whole- “…unless” jensen started again, you turned slowly to look at him. the light from the one small lamp on the desk made him look like he was glowing, the shadow pa contouring every muscle p, his hair was super messy from running his hands through it all day. he looked so…delicious. he made a ‘come here’ motion with his finger and without even thinking, your legs started to move and you were right in front of him. he reached out grabbed your thighs, pulling you closer so your now in between his outstretched legs.”unless, i show you what i told him” he began slowly running his finger tips up and down the sides. “sit” he said plainly. sit? sit where? on his lap!? your brain needed a couple seconds to process everything. but that was a couple of seconds too long for jensen, he spun you and aggressively pulled you down to his lap, your back now against his chest. your legs were spread wide and stretched over his. your breath hitched has he continued rubbing your thighs, “when i tell you to do something, i expect you to fucking do it.” his hand getting closer and closer to your clothed pussy. “je-jensen,” was all you managed to get out before he brushed his hand against your core. a gasp left your lips and jensen smirked down at you. “i barely even touched you yet and your already a mess” he finally slipped his hand past the hem of your panties and pressed his whole hand against your pussy.
“fuuck, already soaked for me, were you walking around like this all day?” he asked and you nodded, feeling embarrassed. he started to rub small and slowly circles at your clit and you sighed, melting into him completely. his rough fingers felt amazing and he applied just enough pressure. he started to speed up a bit, spreading your wetness everywhere. “i bet your pussys real pretty, bet it taste sweet too” those words made your pussy clench. his voice was so deep and he spoke with such experience and smoothness, “jensen i-i” his movements slowed and he spoke softly “use your words” in your ear. “wha-what about danneel, and jared? i don’t wanna hurt them” jensen began to leave soft kisses down your neck as your voiced your concerns, his fingers still rubbing hard circles on your clit. “they won’t found out” he mumbled “you wanna stop?” no. yes. you don’t know. you’re so conflicted, you love jared but jensen is working your pussy like never before. “i just love them so much” was the best answer you can give him. “i know baby,” he bit your ear lobe and sped up his movements faster then before, his other hands reached around your head to cover your mouth “i love them too, but right now, i think i love you more” and with that he plunged two fingers deep inside you, you arched your back as he began to pump them in and out at an extraordinary pace. if you could you would be screaming right now. jared’s fingers are long but jensen’s are thicker, it almost hurts. this is what you needed. you needed jensen to finger fuck you like this. “so fuckin tight around my fingers, i can’t imagine how my cock will feel” he curled his fingers upwards, his finger tips brushing against your g-spot as he moved his whole arm up and down, trying to force an orgasm out of you this soon. you felt like you were gonna explode, this much pleasure all at once was too much for you. “no cumming, unless i say so” he turned my head to look me in the eyes, showing me that he’s dead serious about this. i squeezed my eyes shut and tried to focus on anything other then cumming all over your husbands best friends fingers “fuckk” you moaned but it came out muffled from jensen’s tight grip. “you’re close, i can feel it. but remember, not until i say so.” he reminded and you nodded. it was all that you could do. you squirmed against him, unable to move from how tight he held you down. the pleasure in your lower abdomen built up over the course of the next couple seconds and you turned your head to face him with pleading eyes. “please,” you clenched around on his skilled fingers and your legs began to shake, you finally broke one hand free and went to grab his wrist. the pleasure was too much, your body already exhausted. you dug your nails into his thin skin, but it did nothing, your strength is nothing compared to his, his pace was still hard and fast. “please” you cried out. “hm? please what?” he muttered in your ear. you hate him for the way he is torturing you right now. “i need to cum, please!” he let out a light laugh,“hmm, no” he stopped all his motions and loosened his grip. “no!” you whined and grabbed his hand, pulling it back to your pussy but he pulled away. “why?” you were literally seconds away from a mind blowing orgasm, from finally getting the relief you needed since days. you stood up extremely frustrated but didn’t realize how weak your legs actually were, you leaned back against his desk and took a couple seconds to catch your breath. he fully leaned back in his chair and looked up at you with a smug smile, he was proud of himself and he wasn’t scared to show it to you, even though your glared at him with such hatred. “jensen.” you said as he ignored your first question. he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked up the tip of his middle finger. a deep and satisfied growl erupted from his chest and as he sucked your sweet taste off his fingers. “so fukin good, so sweet” he complimented. “why’d you stop? i was almost there” you said just above a whisper.
“cause” he stood up to his full height and pressed his body against yours, causing you to fully lean against his desk. he reached his hand up and wrapped it around your throat, pressing his thumb into your jaw to make your head turn to the side, he leaned down and whispered in your ear. “i’m not done with you yet” he reached under your shirt and grabbed the sides of your black lacey underwear, roughly pulling them down to your ankles as he crouched down in between your legs. you subconsciously spread your legs a little wider and jensen groaned at the sight of your exposed pussy. “fuck baby, such a pretty little pussy” you clenched at his words and felt your arousal start to drip down your thighs, he reached and scooped up your juices with his fingers and brought them to your mouth. “taste how pretty you are” grabbed his wrist once again and took his fingers in, sucking on them and swirling your tongue around his fingertips. you hummed at the taste and he muttered “that’s it baby, such a good little slut for me.” he grabbed your tight with his other hand and placed it over his broad shoulder. “you want me to keep going?” you nodded eagerly, his fingers still in your mouth. “hm, beg for it”
“what? i-i don’t”
“beg for it.” he repeated. “beg for me to fuck you, to make you cum. tell me just how bad you need it.” his words melted you as you tried to form words but your brain is completely mush right now. “i-i need you so bad jensen please, please fuck me.” he scoffed and gave you a look that said “that’s it?” fuck. “your fingers felt so good, i need them, i need you, please, just please make me cum, fuck me the way i deserve” once he was satisfied with your pleas, he finally drived in. licking a long strip up your pussy, your hands instantly tangled up in his hair. shaking his head from side to side to get deeper, he began to alternate between sucking and kicking your clit, occasionally gently biting down just hard enough to make you gasp. “fuckk, feels so good, keep going please.” you moaned out quite loudly, not caring if someone heard you. jensen’s tongue is working wonders on your clit and you just can’t help it. he’s making you feel so damn good. he reached up and grabbed your hand from his hair and placed it on your clit, wanting you to run circles while he licked at your entrance, you did as you was told while his tongue darted in and out of your hole. the whole room was filled sucking, slurping and your breathy moans and jensens muffled groans. you felt the pleasure build up again and you threw your head back. “close” was all your managed to get out but that’s all that jensen needed, he pushed your hand away and replaced it with his mouth, sucking and licking harder then before, he shoved two fingers in your pussy and pumped them in and out, wiggling them to stimulate your g-spot. “fuck!” you shouted and felt a hard smack to your thigh. “i know it’s hard baby girl, but you gotta shut the fuck up” you nodded, eyes still squeezed shut “‘m sorry, i just, gonna..fuckk, need to-“ you were a mess. heavy breathing, sweaty, can’t even form a proper sentence thanks to jensen. your body felt like jello and your legs would not stop shaking. “shh,” he placed a free hand over your mouth again. “you wanna cum? right here on my fingers?” he asked despite already knowing the answer. all you could do was nod as the pleasure burned, you were about to explode any second. “then cum.”
you let go, finally getting the release you craved from him. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” you breathed out as jensen licked and finger fucked you through your first orgasm, still hard and fast. the taste of you on his tongue made him groan against your cunt, the vibrations and the stabby feeling of his beard was all too much for you. you wanted to scream out his name and show him how good he’s making you feel but you can’t, his grip is tight over your mouth. your body shook and convulsed from how powerful of an orgasm he pulled from your body. “that’s it baby, cum for me”
after a couple more seconds you found your breathing starting to regulate and you opened your eyes to see jensen at his full height and him staring you down. “you look so pretty when you cum. such cute sounds you make.” his fingers still deep inside you, he flexed them upward towards your g-spot. the sensitivity causing your body to jerk. he chuckled and removed his fingers to which you whined at the empty feeling. “thank you” you said for the compliment and the mind blowing orgasm he just gave you. you expected him to move out of the way but he didn’t, his eyes still staring into yours like a predator staring down its prey. “je-“ i’m still not done” was all he said before pulling his pants down just enough for his hard cock to spring free. once again, your eyes widened, at the size, the pre-cum dripping from his head, and how hard he actually is. you instinctively reached how for it, wanting to make him feel as good as he made you feel. “no” was all he said before grabbing you by the neck again, making you look up at him. his thumb traced your jawline and up to your bottom lip, slightly pushing it past your lips so you can suck on it, which you happily did. matching his heavy eye contact, you innocently took his thumb in and hollowed out your cheeks while you sucked the tip of his thumb gently. he groaned at the sight of you, while he pumped his length a few times.
“please can i taste it?” you asked. jensen stood silent for a few seconds, not expecting you to ask that. “i wanna make you feel good” you reached out and lightly scratched down his abs, an action you reserved for your husband to show him your in the mood. you didn’t even realized what you did, it just happened subconsciously. jensen smirked at your action, it seems like he knew what that meant but you were sure, nor did you care right now. “you want it that bad?” you nodded, and he finally took a step back, freeing you from being trapped between him and his desk. “then get on your knees” wasting no time, you slid down and sat on your knees, looking up at the glorious man you call your best friends husband. he seems so tall and big from this angle. his muscles are tense from all the build up and his cock hard and red. he pumped himself a few times before grabbing a hard fistful of her hair and lining himself up on your bottom lip. the butterflies showed up again and you can feel yourself getting wet once again. poking your tongue out, you gave his tip a few kitten licks before sucking softly on the tip. you swirled your tongue around his head, savouring the taste of his pre cum. you heard jensen groan in frustration and without any warning, he shoved his entire length down your throat, the tip of your nose smashing into the soft skin above his cock. “if you’re gonna beg to suck my cock then fuckin’ suck it!” he growled when his tip hit the back of your throat. you gaged and tears immediately welled in the corners of your eyes. this isn’t what you had in mind but you should’ve known jensen doesn’t like things slow. tightening his grip on your hair, he placed another hand tightly around your throat and began to thrust in and out. “ha, i can feel my dick in your throat!” he said in pure amusement, meanwhile your struggling not to throw up from how deep he’s down your throat. a couple more thrusts and groans from jensen before he pulled you off. finally. you gasped and immediately began coughing, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. “tsk, knew you couldn’t handle it” he shook his head as if he’s disappointed in you. maybe he is.. “shame cause your mouth felt amazing” he laughed, mocking you and the state you're in right now. you were about to protest and argue back with him but he lifted you to your feet, turned you around and with a firm grasp on the back of your neck he pinned you down on his desk. you were stuck in his position before you even knew what was happening. you felt his thumb swipe down your folds which sent a shiver down your spine. without you seeing, jensen would put his thumb in his mouth and suck it clean from your juices. he would never admit this to you but you have the best tasting pussy out of all the women he’s been with..including his wife. he reached down for another taste, this time shoving two fingers in as deep as he could. “hmm” he hummed at the taste of you, he just can’t get enough. it’s almost like he’s addicted. right then and there he decided that this wasn’t gonna be a one time thing. he needed you and your sweet little pussy. “you get wet sucking cock?” he asked and left a hard smack to your ass “or just mine?” you didn’t answer him..but it’s just his. another hard smack in the same spot left your skin stinging and hot. unbeknownst to you, a red hand print already started forming.
you heard him shift behind you and soon felt the tip of his dick press against your folds. he rubbed his head up and down your entire pussy, gathering and using your juices as lube even though it’s extremely unnecessary from how wet you already are. “ready sweetheart?” he asked and you nodded, whining eagerly “are you gonna be a good girl for me? gonna be quiet?” you felt his tip at your entrance, barely in but you still clenched down, in a desperate attempt to feel him. “yes, yes i will, i promise just please fuc-“ you were cut off by a gasp. he shoved his full entire length in your pussy, bottoming out and groaning when his tip hit your cervix. he began to move slow and give you sometime to adjust. he knows you needed it. jared might be taller but jensen is bigger, in every way. you let out a small sigh and tried your best to relax. he’s so deep and you feel so full. there’s a vein on the underside of his cock and feels so amazing brushing against your g-spot, you can’t help but moan. “fuck me” you whispered not necessarily to jensen but he still listened and snapped his hips forward hard, making a loud slapping sound in the process. “such a dirty little mouth” he grunted out and sped up his movements, fucking your pussy at a fast but pleasurable pace that just makes you melt underneath him. he’s making you feel so good and it’s getting so damn hard to stay quiet. your nails are scratching at the varnish on his desk and your biting on the inside of your arm to muffle your moans. if the circumstances were different, you would be screaming. screaming his name, moaning and groaning as loud as you can, letting anyone near by hear how good he’s fucking you. unfortunately the only people near by is your husband and his wife.
“pussy feels s’ good” he groaned out and leaned over, changing his angle so now he’s fucking up into your cervix. “so fuckin’ wet and tight, all for me” his words made you clench around him which caused him to let out and gutteral groan “yes! it’s all yours just for you” was the only thing you could say in response. your mind is so fucked out and your body is close behind, you’re completely mush underneath him, just a toy for him to use “say it again” he’s fucking you so good and rough that you actually weren’t paying attention to what you just said. “who’s pussy is this?” he rammed his hips into your ass, “yours, it’s all yours” you breathed out. “fuckin’ right it is. all fucking mine” he growled and reached around to rub hard and fast circles on your clit. “fuuckk” you cried out, you started to feel the pleasure build up, quickly. “close” you said barely above a whisper. you hope he’ll let you cum without being an asshole. you have no more strength to hold it. “i know baby, just wait a bit longer” you whined out as he sped up his movements. “fuck” he groaned “almost there”
“jens-don’t..”
“hm? use your words, sweetheart.” he knew exactly what you were trying to say. “d-don’t cum..fuck” you were trying to pled with him to not cum in you. he obviously wasn’t wearing a condom and your not on birth control. “still don’t understand what your tryin’ to say” you can hear the smirk in his voice. “fuck please” you groaned in frustration. “don’t cum in me!” you finally got out, pleasure still building up and you felt like you can cum any second. “sorry sweetheart. my house, my rules” your eyes widened and you tried to push him off with whatever strength you had left. obviously it didn’t work. even at your full strength to you couldn’t make this man budge. “think you’re gonna come to my house all cute and frustrated, wear my fuckin shirt, dance like a little slut with my wife, beg me to fuck you and then tell me i’m not allowed to cum balls deep inside you?” he laughed, still fucking you hard, deep and fast. “don’t work like that, sweetheart. i’m gonna put a fuckin baby in you” he would sped up his movements to shut you up of any further argument. he said what he said and meant it. “fuck, i’m cumming” you whined and squeezed your eyes shut, releasing and clenching down tightly around jensen, stilling his movements. your orgasm crashed through your entire body and your legs were shaking uncontrollably. “that’s it baby girl, cum on my cock. let me hear those pretty sounds.” your orgasm triggered jensens as you felt hot spurts of cum shoot against your cervix. he let out a deep growl and dug his nails into your hip so tightly, you know you’re gonna have fully formed bruises tomorrow. he kept himself buried deep inside you while he painted your walls with this thick, creamy cum. “fuck, fuck” you said at the feeling of him cumming deep inside you, like he said he would. you can’t deny how good it feels to cum around his cock, to feel him filling you up, to have jensen growling and grunting in your ear, feeling his sweaty body on yours.
the two of you stayed in that position for a couple seconds while you both caught your breath. he fucked into you deeply a few more times trying to push his cum deeper. he finally pulled out and left yet another smack to you ass. “so fuckin good” he breathed out and ran a hand through his hair. you ignored him and tried to push his cum out. this could be really bad and you aren’t ready to have your marriage break, but nothing came out, it’s too deep and the panic started to set in. “no, no sweetheart” he crouched down to grab your underwear from around your ankles, he slowly lifted them up and put them back on you, he then leaned over and growled in your ear. “i want you to go back and climb in bed next to your husband, with every single drop of my cum deep in your pussy”
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part 2
All about that scene - Jensen Ackles x Reader
Title: All about that scene
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Warnings: Smut, So much fluff though
Summary: Jensen is single but he has feelings for his costar on Supernatural, you. Your characters are also attracted to each other so the time comes for you to finally film a bed scene. Only problem is that it doesn’t seem that realistic to the director so the you two actually end up doing it for real.
A/N: As it was “requested” in a way, I finally got the chance to write this long ass story! It was so hard not to let ‘Dean’ slip as I wrote this thing but it came along.
“And you’re all done! Just, Jensen, please try not to mess it up too much, yeah?”
“Well, he can’t make any promises today.” Jared said to the makeup artist with a smirk, earning a sharp look from Jensen, as they both got up from their seats, exited and made their way to grab a coffee and something to eat.
“Alright, ok.” Jared huffed, tired of the silence that had set between the two of them “So you’re not even gonna try to talk about this now huh?” Jared raised an eyebrow, looking at his friend who forced himself to focus on the task at hand to occupy his mind from thinking about the upcoming work and even more one particular upcoming scene.
“Yes, exactly. Yep.” Jensen muttered, making Jared roll his eyes but smirk softly nonetheless. He let a small pause follow between the two of them as Jensen tried to pick what to eat.
“So you will just keep acting as if it’s not gonna happen at all hm?” he asked again.
Without meeting his eyes Jensen nodded his head, mutter a “Yep”
“And-” Jared narrowed his eyes, noticing how Jensen was on edge despite how cool he tried to look “You will pretend like everything’s just normal?”
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Blushing friends - Jensen Ackles x Reader
Title: Blushing friends
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word count: 1,614
Warnings: None
Summary: Imagine that you are an actress in Supernatural and you go to Comic Con with the cast. During the panel they ask you about your relationship with the cast and when you talk about Jensen you start bubbling and blushing because you like him, causing Misha and Jared to tease you.
“Oh dear! I don’t even know why I hang out with these buffons!” you said, trying to recover from your most recent feat of laughter.
“Oh please you know you love us anyway” Jensen said with a chuckle and wink at you.
You giggled slightly and averted your eyes from his, knowing fully well that if you kept looking at him your blush would only get darker and thus more easily visible.
Comic Cons had just started and being one of the main actors in Supernatural ever since the fourth season meant that you would join them either you wanted or not. And, quite frankly, you couldn’t wait every year to go on Comic cons. The fun you had with the guys there, was impossible to describe and you loved answering questions your fans had for you.
Sure before Supernatural you were a famous actor, not so much because it was just the beginning of your career, but once you started appearing in it, it seemed as if your fanbase had only gotten bigger and bigger. But what you loved most about that was not the fame, no not at all, but seeing that even more people liked your work and what you did.
You regularly kept in touch with them, through twitter, instagram, facebook and any other social network. You loved talking to them, showing them small videos of you on the set or photos - most of the were with the guys, sending them sweet messages whenever you saw that some of them were not alright or struggled with problems and such. You wanted to be close them. As close as possible you could, even in your busy routine. The best thing was that whenever you found some time you organized live group chats, sometimes it was simply texting but others it was video-chatting. Those were the best times. Especially when one of the boys joined.
You had lots of fun then with them but the most fun you ever had was when Jensen joined you. You were not going to ever deny that Jensen was an amazing guy that always made you laugh and have a good time. You always enjoyed his presence, especially since you were pretty close. You could not ignore the feelings you had developed for your co-star over the years but you were not going to tell him. The fans did not seem to realize that, though. Every time you talked with them and Jensen was there they would not stop talking about you two, saying how much they shipped you and, of course, Jensen replying with a ‘Me too!!’ proceeding to kiss your cheek.
He had you blushing like a mad for sure and the fans nearly holding themselves from screaming from happiness. Most of them - that could somehow hold themselves - would not stop telling you two how perfect you were for each other and constantly asking you if something was going to happen between your characters. You didn’t know that either but Jensen always would tell them openly how much he wished that Dean and (Y/c/n) actually got together. The fans would always squeal with happiness when he did something really affectionate towards you in front of the camera and you were just a blushing mess. You didn’t know if he did all of this just for the fans or because he felt like it but every time you wondered if some part of him actually felt something for you.
You were close friends, yes, really close for that matter. Sharing things, secrets and deep thoughts that you had never told somebody and always being there for each other but- You always doubted if he actually felt something about you. That what you and him had was something more than just a deep bond. That you were more than just a friend to him. You doubted that.
“Hey, hi!” the fan waved nervously, holding the microphone close to her.
Jensen did a little wave with his hand and you smiled at her as well “So my question is for (Y/n)” she said, tucking a few strands of short hair behind her ear.
Jensen rolled his eyes in (fake) annoyance. You just elbowed him in the ribs and once again he faked hurt.
“Go on” you said with a small chuckle, glancing at Jensen next to you.
“Well, uhm you’ve been a part of the cast for about six years now but we’ve all been able to see the chemistry you and the guys had ever since the very first episodes. But I would really like to ask you, how would you describe your relationship with the cast?” she said with a small smile.
“Uhm well-” you chuckled slightly “-That I have to say is a very interesting question. I think I could go on about these guys for hours but uhm I’ll try to not ramble a lot” you said and glared at Jensen once you heard him snort next to you.
“Woman, you not ramble? Please, call the Winchesters it’s the Apocalypse!” he said and everybody laughed. You did so as well but tried to hide it with a fake glare.
“Oh shut up. Well, then I’ll better start with Misha because we joined the show at the same time. I would spend more time with him in the beginning since we both were new there and felt kind of like a fish out of its waters. And I have to say that our relationship is just like Misha himself. Absolutely crazy. Whenever we spend some time together I assure you, 99% of our time will be spent doing whatever stupidity comes to our mind. But it is fun I won’t deny it. Now, uhm, with Jared- Well, I have to say that with Jared things are a little bit less crazy. Just a little bit less crazy because, yeah, he is Sam fucking Winchester.” you, along with everybody else, laughed at it.
“But honestly-” you continued “-That moose over there-” you pointed to Jared “-Does not only have a big body but also an even bigger heart” you said and everybody erupted in 'aw’s “Honestly if it wasn’t for him insisting I don’t think I would have had the guts to step forward and make friends with the rest of the cast and crew. And not only that, but whenever I need a big hug because I’ve had a crappy day I know that that dork is always going to be there. Actually, he’s like the brother I never wanted!” you laughed.
“And what about Jensen?” she was quick to ask, clearly more interested in what you were going to say now than before. Maybe she just didn’t want to make it really obvious that she wanted to know about yours and Jensen’s relationship so she asked you about your relationship with the whole cast in general.
“Jensen, uhm well-” you cleared your throat and smiled nervously at her “-He- he’s my best friend, obviously. I-I honestly could not have asked for better friend than him and I-” you were cut off by Jared.
“Yeah. Frieeend” he dragged on the word purposefully.
“That’s how she calls it now” Misha was fast to add with a suggestive nod of his head.
“Guys!” you exclaimed, feeling the blush already rising in your cheeks “Well, yeah we- we are friends. Really good ones and uhm- honestly I have to say that I never enjoy anybody else’s company as much as I enjoy Jensen’s. It’s- We have a great time. Always. Honestly I have so much fun with him that-” you started stuttering again but obviously were cut off by Misha.
“Which one does she mean? The night fun they have at his trailer or…” Misha trailed off looking at Jared.
“No, no I think the fun they have in between shooting at her trailer” Jared said as if it was the most simple thing in the world.
“Guys!” you exclaimed once again “I hate them” you groaned, running a hand down your face.
“But- As I was saying, it’s-it’s great. Really, he understands me better than anybody else. He- Whenever I need him he’s just there. Like poof, appearing out of nowhere and sometimes I think that he is actually an angel because damn if he knows how to comfort me. And- and the fun, really I’ve never had so much fun with anyone before and I actually can’t believe my luck sometimes. Like, how is it possible that I got to know this man? I- I can’t believe how every time he manages to make things so much better by- by that smile of his or-or even a couple of comforting words or touches and he’s like the best thing ever and- and-” you had started bubbling, eyes focused in front of you and therefore missing the huge smile on Jensen’s face.
“Whoa whoa (Y/n)!” Jared said once again cutting you off “There might be kids here!”
“Jared” you groaned rolling your eyes, the blush on your cheeks getting even darker.
“I agree!” Misha piped in “No need to turn this into Fifty Shades of Grey!”
“I think you mean Fifty Shades of Red considering the blush on (Y/n)’s face” Jared said with a chuckle, pointing to you.
“Or maybe on both their faces” Misha said with a grin and both you and Jensen turned your head to look at each other.
Your eyes widened when you realized that you were both red, awkward smiles on your faces but you both turned your gazes somewhere else quickly.
“Ha you got it friend” Jared said with a wink and everybody started laughing.