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awkward-and-indecisive · 2 years

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HAPPIEST FUCKING BIRTHDAY CHAN!!!

Fair warning before you proceed. I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense because I’m literally crying over here. I’m a blubbering mess because I love you so much and all I want to do rn is squish you in the biggest of hugs but I can’t so here’s some very long emo rambling from me.

I mean, what do I even say? How do I explain in words how much you mean to me? To me, you are literally a blessing. I would be so utterly lost without you that I’m scared to even think what if I never met you on this hellsite. It only has been a bit over a year since I’ve know but what a fucking year it has been.

You literally thirsted with me over Jensen Snackles and then encouraged me to write my first ever fic and I'm so grateful to you for that because if it hadn’t been for you then I never would’ve realised how much I love writing. You beta all my fics and are always so excited about any ideas I get. You kick my self doubt in the ass and are always so supportive of whatever I do. You literally do not have to do all of this but you still do and it just makes me fall in love with you even more. It just shows how gorgeous of a soul you are.

You let me rant, cry, scream, tease and flirt with you all I want and never once judge me. Not even when I crack my stupid lame jokes. I love listening to you talk about your day and fanfiction worthy college drama. Just simply exchanging memes with you has been the highlight of my shitty days.

You also act like a twitter filter for me 😂 and I don’t think I’ll ever forget that Soldier Boy edit I made that you made me post 💀. I just hope to god nobody ever sees it 💀

I have never been the kind of person who thinks a few years ahead because I know that nothing ever lasts forever or even a few months, let alone years. But if I know one thing, if there’s one thing that I can feel deep in my bones, is that I can always see you being a part of my future. I can always imagine ranting to you, laughing at stupid things with you, flirt with you using cheesy hindi lines, going crazy over new wip ideas, thirsting over men, screaming when Taylor drops something new, telling you about stupid things that happen in everyday life.

I don’t know if you know this but I absolutely love your writing. That birthday fic that you wrote for me has literally become one of my comfort fics and I always find myself reading it every few days. It’s just THAT good and your writing is just THAT good.

You are kind, smart as fuck (just look at your college course and how well you do), funny, sassy, beautiful (i don’t clearly remember your face but i know the comment i made that made you slide in my dm’s 😏 and i still stand by it 😤), cute, so lovable that i literally want to squish you. I can run out of words but not run out of things that I love and admire about you. You’re beautiful in every aspect.

I’m honoured to know you, not only as my girlfriend, but as another human. I know you’re not good with words, neither am I, which is very funny seeing as how we both are writers, 💀 but you don’t have to say shit for me to feel it. I can feel your love and support and care for me just through a screen while being hundreds of miles apart.

I may not have all the knowledge about murdering someone and getting away with it like you, but i do know that if someone messes with you, then i bet my non-existent ass they can talk to my fists and the wall when i bash their head through it.

I may never get to know your face or your voice, but I'll love you forever. Your face and voice doesn’t matter (okay i don’t mean it like that. They do matter. Very much. Yk what i’m trying to say. Stop laughing at me being a dumbass!). I wouldn’t love you any differently than I do now. But that doesn't mean that I don't want to give you the biggest hug!!! 😩 *goes to earn money so she can visit you*

I love how we literally went from strangers to thirst partners to a writer and beta to friends to best friends to now girlfriends 😏. I wouldn’t want anyone else to have this 180k, multi chapter, slow burn fanfic journey with anyone else other than you. I just hope we only go forward from here. Fyi that means wives 😂

Thank you for making my life brighter. Thank you for making me experience that ZNMD wali dosti. Thank you for loving me in the purest way. Thank you. Thank you for everything you have done for me, keep doing, and will do in the future. And these are just some of the things I’ve mentioned that you do for me. There are a million others that you do that I know of. Million others that I don’t even know you do. It’s just I feel you’re here and everything gets better. I start smiling and having hope for this shitty world. The dark parts of me brighten.

So today on your birthday, I wish you all the best things in the world. I wish you immense happiness. I wish you the purest form of love that’s right out of one of your fics (NOT THE ANGSTY ONES!!! THE GOOD, HAPPY, FLUFFY, AND HEART MELTING LOVE!!!). I wish you all the light and laughter and good health. But most importantly, I wish you zero bus accidents 😭💀

I love you. More than you can imagine. More than I can imagine.

Love

Your ‘behen’ 😒 (yes i’m never letting go of this and imma tease you till the end of times)

Abby

P. S. Here are some memes to tell you how much I love you because I’m shit at telling how I feel with words.

I almost forgot to tag you 😭😭😭

@msmarvelouswinchester

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wayward-mikaelson · 4 years

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The Silent Game-Two

Word Count: 1000

Requested: Originally by IG user winbrochester.spn Part Two was requested by IG users gracielandia_333 and deliacastelao07 and Tumblr user @akshi8278

Pairing: None

About: The Reader and Dean up their pranks

Disclaimer: Language

A/N: This one was kind of fun to write!

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It's about midnight. I am rummaging around in the kitchen when the light comes on. I duck down behind the counter holding the saran wrap to my chest. It better not be Dean because if it is, well, there goes the perfectly bomb ass prank I had for him in the morning.

"YN?" Sams voice is above me. I look up to the see the younger Winchester brother staring down at me eyeing the saran wrap in my hands. "What are you doing?"

I get up and look around. No Dean in sight. "Something, I can't tell you about." I start to scoot out of the kitchen. Sam just stares at me, shaking his head.

Once down the hall to the bathroom Dean and I shared, I start to get to work. I put saran wrap over the toilet seat to the point that it didn't look like there was any. Then I did the same with the with the sink, which was a little tricky but I managed.

"This is going to be great," I walk back out into the hallway only to run into Sam.

"So this is something," Sam takes the saran wrap from me.

I take it back and stare him dead in the eyes. "If you mess with this, you'll find something special in your morning shake before your run." I walk back to my room and lay peacefully in my bed.

I wake up to pounding on my door.

"YN!" Deans voice is angry.

I look at my phone and see that it's about six-thirty in the morning. A bit too early for Dean to be up unless there was a dire emergency. Then it hit me. "Oh no," I whisper with a smile.

"Open this door or I will kick it down and tie you up," Dean yells.

"Oh hold on, Mr. Kinky pants," I throw on an over sized shirt and open the door. Dean looks like he just had a shower because I can smell the body wash. Fresh off his skin. "What's up?" I ask innocently.

"Cut the bull shit," his face says it all.

I drop the act and give a wicked smile. "You're right," I chuckle. "So, how was it?"

Dean walks me backwards into my room, "That little trick you pulled, cost me a not so fun shower. Only to have a second unplanned shower when I turned the sink on."

I cover my mouth and chuckle some more. "Part of me wishes that I saw the second part."

Dean storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I chuckle some more and decide to get ready for the day. Throwing my hair up into a bun, I make my way to the kitchen when I hear Dean trying to convince Sam to help me. I stick around the corner and listen.

"No man," Sam says and I can picture his hands going up in defense.

"Oh come on Sammy," Dean pleads. "I practically fell in my own shit this morning and last week she put a damn laxative in my coffee. Do you know how long it took for me to feel normal after that?"

"And that's why I won't help you get back at her," Sam laughs. "You got yourself into this mess by messing with her. You get yourself out. Maybe call a truce." Sam walks out of the kitchen and see me. He smiles "Morning, YN," he says loud enough for Dean to hear.

"Morning, Sam," I reply. I turn the corner to see Dean stare at me. I take a deep breath. "Sam has a point," I start to grab a cup and fill it with coffee. "We should come up with some sort of truce. Unless you want to continue doing this forever cause I have many ideas up my sleeve." I sip my coffee as Deans eyes widen.

"I guess so," He mumbles. "Want to help me with changing the oil in the Impala? You hand is small enough to get it all done smoothly."

Something in my brain tells me to say no but, "Sure," I set my cup down and follow Dean to the garage. Dean gets things ready as I switch throw on an old shirt I use to help Dean with impala projects.

"I guess Sammy is right," Dean turns around and slides what I need under the impala. "Truce?" He holds his hand out. I'm hesitant to take his hand. That nagging voice in the back of my head is screaming now.

"I'll shake your hand once the oil is changed," I sit back and slide under the engine. I reach my hand up and feel something odd. Something that's not supposed to be there. I grab hold of it and yank. Before I could say anything to Dean, it happens. Black oil falls onto my face, I'm super lucky that it isn't hot.

I quickly pull myself out from under the car and cough and rub my face on my shirt. Once I have my eyes open I see that there is glitter on my hand and shirt and I don't even want to know what my face looks like. I look at Dean who is dying of laughter.

"That could have been hot, asshole," I walk towards him and push him up on the wall. "And this glitter will take fucking forever to wash out my hair. I could be mistake as a hooker."

Dean smiles again and leans in towards me. "Checkmate," he whispers.

"Whatever," I push away from him and hold my hand out. "You got your last one in. Truce? Otherwise I'll pour coolant into the oil of your dearly beloved car."

Deans smile doesn't falter, he grabs my hand and shakes it.

"Awesome," I try and pull my hand away but I can't. I look at Dean who's staring at our hands with this 'oh shit' face. "What else did you put that?" I ask.

Dean purses his lips and looks at me. "I may have forgotten that I threw some glue in there."

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incarnateirony · 4 years

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Sometimes I feel like SPN’s greatest strength is its fandom’s weakness. And sometimes even the product itself.

When SPN started, it was very insular. The internet screamed at you in most parts of the world to connect. Cable was even pretty rare. It was on a small backwater channel and, even at its hottest fresh burst, was running 1/4-1/5 of the numbers of the leading competitors at the time. When SPN premiered just above a 2.x, Grey’s was running 9.x and was still well above 8.x by the time SPN fell to 1.x. It was a dedicated cult show, with fandoms communicating by postcard, huddled in moderated livejournal corners.

Kripke, Jensen and others have all mentioned SPN really getting its wings around S4 to have a sense of stability, and it even survived the digital conversion mandate, it survived the advertisement crash, it survived one of the biggest TV show culls in history while the landscape changed and, somehow, the ratings that year went /up/. But even still, just because it wasn’t riding the bubble anymore, didn’t mean it was huge.

It barely survived Ostroff’s mismanagement. It barely survived the season 7 crash under Gamble. And then CW struck a legendary deal, and binge watching became available on Netflix, while Carver shifted and serialized the show, now that both DVR and increasing-speed internet and streaming services became available. And within a year, SPN was an international phenomenon. Hell, by seasons 11+, it perpetually ran in the top 20 digitally called shows in the world, ranking higher each year.

I think this is really what caused, in every way shape and form, the constant fighting in fandom.

I mean sure, we can talk about people who get stuck in ruts in what they think the show is supposed to be about. Those happen in every old as dirt fandom. For every Old School Fan in SPN I point you to Star Trek, to Star Wars, to whatever. You know, Back In My Day The Show Meant XYZ isn’t really a fresh thing to SPN.

But the fighting isn’t just about that. It’s about how to render characters. It’s about what makes good story flow. It’s about what dialogue means. In some corners, it’s about representation.

By and large the fandom endorses, “all interpretations are equal” -- which is valid to a point. Personally, I always asterisk it with “all interpretations are equal as long as your interpretation continues to work for you.”

But there’s some catch-22s to that. In a still developing piece, things change. That’s obvious. And what “works for you” seems to be difficult for some people to identify. I regret to inform you, if you have an interpretation, and yet the piece continues to divide further and further from your interpretation, and you continue to get angrier while the show seems to be going against your interpretation, then technically, no. Your interpretation is no longer working for you.

That is, if you choose to continue to consume content. There’s lots of ways to manage this. One can figure out at what point their interpretation broke away from the product and try to adapt -- you can take pointers from fandom, but realistically, it’s something to do yourself. Taking pointers from fandom tends to be what gets people into this mess where people get angry. You can choose to stop consuming new content and enjoy the canon within the sandbox that made you happy with your interpretation. Or yeah, you can stay angry and keep watching while you’re angry and refuse to figure out how to get un-angry, but I mean, why torture yourself. It’s your right and your decision of course, so I’m not going to tell anyone not to. That’s not the point of this.

Because ultimately that’s a small aside to the “interpretations are equal”, a general disclaimer appended, vs “still developing piece”, but the point I intend to make is it’s more than that. It’s more than Old Fan vs New Fan, it’s more than whatever weird totemic argument fandom ritualistically engages with and faps to. It’s...

A while back I mentioned offering to do an AV studies course. Technically drafts of it are still floating in my draft folder, just between life emergencies, life, covid pandemic, getting grossly ill, I’m just sitting here kind of empty. Full honest. But thoughts still come, so I blog, even while staring emptily at my half finished project in my video editor I don’t have the spoons to finish much less anything else.

But one of the things it was going to discuss was different things like Representations, Audiences, Ideologies, Language, and so forth. And this circles back to my point on this show’s strength and weakness, and how it falls into interpretation.

Two major impacts (I would be far from saying they are the only, or are they themselves laws that make someone somehow oblivious, but are major influencers when speaking of large groups of people) I’ve noticed are generation, and location. Such as... country.

SPN is a very Americana show. It’s filmed in America for America (hey, technically Canada is North America, but it’s definitely American oriented business/studios regardless of filming locale), often making American references, but even getting references doesn’t mean you’re really catching a lot. American shows do not follow the same time/format/delivery pattern as, say, Chinese or Korean shows. Go watch them, put them side by side if you have to of something in related-ish genres. Different cultures deliver their stories differently be it pacing, structure, symbolism and color, or whatever. What Japanese culture perceives out of the idea of a dog in symbolism is like wildly different than what American culture perceives out of a dog.

Similarly each generation has its own language. I mean, watch boomers and zoomers talk right past each other and that isn’t hard to see in practice.

Don’t even get me started on representation. America’s in a goddamn trashfire of Hays Code aftermath, which say, British people didn’t have to grow up with and may be used to entire other systems so they see Rando American Show elsewhere and go, well see! but that’s a whole other mess. Just... adding it to the equation (and vaguely thanking the Brits and other Europeans for shipping off so many gay ass films for decades that the MPAA couldn’t stop that they just gave up enforcing the code as much as letting cultural aftermath doing the work.)

So this show absolutely exploded, and like, it’s nobody’s fault that the entire sum of the fandom aren’t all like, media minds/eyes that pay attention to the different methods in international films. But it adds to a lot of talking past each other in the dialogue. It leads to a lot of expectations or readings that may be/seem valid to people because it’s what they know in their area. It leads to a lot of obfuscating of points, infinite carousels of suggestions and alternatives that, after dozens of millions of fans engage for a decade, just becomes a big relativistic vat, but a lot of lanes are now angry in every way.

Like this isn’t a one-ship thing or one-lane thing, it’s a just about everybody thing. And it’s not about any one subject or angle or view of approach. These days, it feels like Everybody Is Mad About Everything. Their reads aren’t really working for them anymore, regardless of their lane (for every pissed off Wincester there’s a pissed off Destiel fan, for every pissed off Sam stan there’s a pissed off Dean or Cas or even Rowena stan these days). Everybody somehow seems permanently blindsided by Everything if you take the temperature of the sum of an entire lane as a general rule, rather than (impossibly) reading through every opinion in each lane and figuring out where people are still happy vs where they’re upset. Then of course groupthink kicks in and well, if Rando French Cas Stan is Outraged, I Should Be Too I Guess. Everybody’s mad, guess I should be mad, instead of trying to figure out why everybody everywhere is fucking mad.

So people each build interpretations, reasonable in their own way, from their own origins, in their own countries with their own styles, but somewhere along the line, there’s a fracture. The storytelling pacing they thought they knew vanished and turned out wrong. The character dialogue wasn’t what they interpreted out of it. The cinematic stuff they read was coded to a different language than they were used to reading (back to, say, dogs). People are flagged and pay attention to things that may mean nothing to a filmmaker in the area it’s made and other people completely miss things that may mean something to the filmmaker because it really doesn’t mean A Thing elsewhere.

Compound this by lanes, echo chambers, people collectively finding what they enjoy and is -- respectively -- convenient to their mindset. Add in ship warring, slap fights, wasted kilobits. Add in decentralization, globalization. There’s no leaders, no teachers, and frankly, there’s not even a real In The Know anymore. Most people are In The Know to some extent. Some more than others. Hell, the people who most loudly /publicly/ pose as In The Know are often hilarious bags of air that end up embarrassed a year later (here’s to looking at you, blogger that anti-ranted Friendship Fan now facing the return of the Subtweeting Turkey. You know who you are and what I’m talking about.) I mean sure, there are a few legit Secret Masters of Fandom. But that’s it. They’re Secret. You may kinda pick up the vibe between the lines, and maybe just maybe they’ll drop a few genuine hints here and there in public to try to tilt people ahead, but it’s not the clout chasing goblins around here that anyone really should listen to and I /think/ at large everybody’s kinda figured that out. Most SMOFs are just silent contacts that hide in DM boxes and casually ignore the raging thunderstorms in the wild.

So going back to how I started this post-- while SPN found its success mostly post-S8 from the globalization of the product making it a phenomenon -- more than any one ship (but that doesn’t help), more than any one demographic, it’s just... it feels like everybody’s talking past each other and nobody’s introspecting or considering that while, yes, people’s interpretations are valid to them as long as it works for them, that if it’s not REALLY working for them anymore, maybe they’re missing somewhere. Generationally. Culturally. Whatever it may be. And I don’t see any amount of me sitting here in a Thinking Man pose about it changing that, or changing a vast amount of minds, as much as I really just want to /speak/ the thought process.

Because like. I’ve always existed kind of in the grey space of fandom. I “ship” Destiel in so far as I simply can’t be budged from the value in the text be that by antis or honestly even shipping culture itself. I don’t escalate into rants just to prOVE the tRuTH. I write meta about mythology because it interests me. Who the fuck are you MikeDawg1783894jKFbetabitch82398123? why should I care, where is your self importance coming from. I am far too tired to bother explaining anything to anyone, and frankly, I don’t owe anybody jack shit. You know what, you do you. If you’re happy go be happy. If you’re not happy, stop spewing your misery at me. This isn’t hard. But people around here make it complicated for some reason.

The internationalism also harms the product to some extent. Parrot Analytics reveals that this Americana show with Americana origins and methods is also ... *primarily viewed in Russia.* Like, 3x the US audience size. SPN been running the top 15-20 digitally called shows in the world up there with big sling hitters like Grey’s Anatomy now? Grey’s, as I saId above, always dwarfed it. In live numbers we still do. But there’s that audience to account for online now, with SPN treading almost neck-and-neck with it.

Result? Well, with TV being a business, that means that they try to cater to Russia. And like, no hate on my Russian friends out there. ILU. There’s nothing wrong with you. But then it’s like trying to perform for an international audience that this studio is not designed nor predisposed to deliver content in the form of. Read as: whole new interpretive tire fire potential, new arguments. New mess. Just extra restrictions on a core business level about the do’s and don’t’s for authors. Cuz things that are cool in the US may not be cool in Russia and the other way around for that matter.

So somewhere between “what business chooses to do” and “infinite cascade of fandom white noise, anger and confusion,” I feel lies in the same thing that has kept SPN so successfully on the air so long. It’s strength is it’s weakness, and it’s the international nature of it, the longer I think on it.

And no, I’m in no way implying international friends aren’t welcome or whatever. Most of my followers are international. That’s fine, I ain’t shitting on you or telling you to hang it up and go home. I just feel like a lot of this eternal static is based on this many cultures trying to argue interpretations of a work from an outside perspective with very few anchors on the methodology that drives it from within. And frankly, fandom hotbox dialogue doesn’t exactly lend itself to sitting and truly wanting to discuss the methodology, because people are so high-strung at this point, nobody wants to hear a POV that clashes with what they’ve built for themselves. Because you know, “my interpretation is valid.” I just... wish... people would assist their own health and mental health by, once it no longer is-- kinda figuring out why and where? be that for international reasons of film delivery, be that language, be that generational gaps, be that *WHATEVER* it may be. I feel like that’s a message not often-enough put out there in this fandom.

Like, hell, it’s okay to like. Just. Not watch new episodes. Play in the sandbox that worked for you when it still, like, worked for you. Watch it a million times. Write a million fics to it. It’s okay to not watch the Declared Popular Thing. You don’t have to shackle yourself to a piece when it’s no longer working for you, just like I don’t advise watching a show with a premise you hate only to yell about it from go. And furthermore-- if you do wanna keep going, it’s totally fair and okay to go, hm, I was wrong somewhere. Let me unplug this giant fandom screaming megaphone from my skull, go review, figure out for myself where the fandom egregore led me one way or another, let me find a new way to appreciate this piece as it continues to grow. But that ain’t gonna happen unless people truly want to surrender their current framing. And... you don’t have to. Not anymore than you HAVE to keep viewing.

I’ve found, for example, a lot of internationals I talk to tend to be upset about something or another, or confused, or what have you. And the reasons vary. They aren’t dumb people. But somewhere they fell off the rails and struggle to get back on and whatever chamber of fandom they’re in isn’t helping. The internationals I find that don’t struggle with any part of it just outright tend to be people who like... specialize? be it film study or lit study or whatever the topic is that helps them bridge understanding; people who can discuss constructivist theory or have read enough books across their barriers that it all just kinda clicks. Doesn’t make them better or worse than anyone else. Not a better fan. Just... happier with the content, which is better for /them/. And that’s really what matters in the end, isn’t it?

So IDK what the solution to this musing really is, as much as trying to put my finger on the pulse, beyond the sticky underbelly that is shipping fandom and its many corners that people blame for a sum of it. And like. Yeah. Y’all know I’m not a fan of Shipping Culture. But I really don’t think My Ship Vs Ur Ship is all there really is to blame.

The same reason for SPN’s success is often the same reasons for SPN’s fandom’s downfall, IMO.

#supernatural #spn #fandom

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bobbysbath-blog · 7 years

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The Dream

Okay this is happening. Is it happening ? Yes it is. You had so many questions in your Head and mind right about now. But they were blocked away from the strong beating of your Heart. Yes you were nervous. Yes you felt like you were gonna faint. But then again, you're pretty sure that's what's gonna happen later one way or another. And the worst part of it all was, that you didn't even care if it was going to happen. How could anyone not faint at this? You're surprised you didn't already when Jensen told you that he was in on this. This wasn’t even from you. This was all his idea.

Which brings you back to the Questions. Why would he do that? Why now? Why out of nowhere? Of course he said he was doing this because he loves you and wants to do it because you always wanted to do it. But why would he do it when he always get's angry whenever you bring up Jared or any Guy for that matter. That Question has got to go to the back of your head though , because as of right now, you have other things to worry about. Like not freaking out completely. You checked your Phone once in a while and just saw a new Message from Jared. Sure basically you're happy about every message you get from him but this time? This time you were just nervous to even read it. But you slowly opened Instagram, opened the Dms and saw his Reply.

Sadpad : I just got in my Car.

Fucking hell. Don't fucking panic now. Just act cool. Well, screw that. You can't act cool and normal. Because this was faaaaar from normal. This is a dream that's coming true. A dream you have been thinking about so many times. For years. That was all. You were only thinking about it. Never in a million years would you have thought that it came true. But then again You didn't thought you'd ever be with Jensen as well and live a Life with him, God this whole thing was not good for your heart at all.You looked up for a second to close your eyes and take a deep breath 3 times.

For the first breath you put your hand on your heart to feel it beating like crazy. The second time you could barely even breathe out because you thought about what was going to happen soon and your breath was gone for a second. Actually gone.

And the third time you heard a loud Noise all of a sudden. Which you could have sworn was a Giant Body falling down on your Ceiling. But when you slowly opened your eyes you saw Jensen standing in the Doorframe. Fucking hell this was not helping at all. And of course he was wearing a tight black v neck shirt, that was showing his muscles perfectly fine. And his Hair was probably brushed but still looking as if he just woke up and all his hair was sticking messy in every direction. Well definitely not as messy as it's going to be later on. You thought to yourself.And his Jeans fit him perfectly around his bowlegs and hips. How the hell did you get so lucky? Not only to have someone like him as your Boyfriend. But also that someone like him, was willing to have a Threesome with a Guy just as hot as him. Yep. This was all just a dream. You thought to yourself.

You didn’t even hear one bit that Jensen was saying to you as you bit your lip agressively while you thought about it more and more.

.„ Kinga??? Hello??“ Then finally after a few seconds, you heard his rough voice and looked up at him. „ Huh?“ Was all you could say, because quite frankly. You didn't catch any of the words he was saying.

„ I asked if you're ready“ He said and raised his eyebrows and looked at you as if you were someone completely else. Of course I am ready. Let's fuck it up. No of course I am not you idiot. You thought to yourself. You are not ready whatsoever. You just wanted to run and scream. That's how nervous you were. Well, maybe you can still run. Maybe Jensen wouldn't even mind. Well, Jared probably would. But godammit Kinga get your shit together. This is something other people do all the time. So. just get it on with. This was your dream. And it finally made it to reality. So. here goes nothing.

„ Yeah yeah. Is he here already?“ You asked Jensen about Jared, of course you knew he wasn't there just yet, he just told you that he was in his Car. But to be honest, for the first time in a long time you had no idea what to say to Jensen. You were almost paralyzed. Should be fun. „ You sure you're ready? You look a bit i don't know .. nervous Sweetheart“ Jensen giggled slightly. And how dare he giggle or laugh about this now. He knew exactly how nervous you were about this.

„ Excuse me? This is nothing that we do all the time okay?“

„ We've done worse“

„ Well, yeah .. but … still.“ He wasn't wrong. You've done worse. But this is different. This is Jensen and Jared. Together. With you. Only. This tops every after kill sex you've ever had with Jensen. This tops every perfect Moment in all of your 19 years. This is something that you would write on your resume. Of course you wouldn’t. But still. This is how big it is to you. Even bigger than Jared's Dick. Yep. Probably not the best time to joke about that right now. And then it was when you heard it. The Door Knob being opened. You were so caught off guard that you didn't even hear the Knock or the Door Bell. He was just standing there all of a sudden. Looking better than ever with his goddamn white shirt. Just as Jensens fitting him perfectly and showing his perfect Body. Yep you were gonna die. This is how you die. Maybe you should write a few goodbye messages.

„ Hey“ Was all you heard from Jared. You could tell that he was nervous as well, but he was more chill about it. And to be fair, more excited. Well, not that you weren't excited about it, but he was definitely not as nervous as you were either. What is even happening?

„ Hi“ Your voice came out completely raspy and you wanted to punch yourself for it. Now it was clear as day that you were terrified.

„ Hey man“ You heard Jensens voice as he made it's way to the Kitchen, probably getting a Beer or two, leaving you completely alone with Jared in the Living Room. You had no idea what you should say as both of you slowly made your way to the Couch and sitting down. He was sitting right next to you, your leg going up and down, playing with your Fingers as you thought about what to say. But all you could hear was the goddamn awkward Silence between the two of you.

„ So ? How was the ride here?“ HOW WAS THE RIDE HERE? Very smooth Kinga. Very smooth.My god just get it together. You had sex with both of them already. Hell, not even once. Just take a deep breath like earlier and be confident. What could go wrong honestly?

„ Good .. I guess“ Jared looked a bit skeptical at you. Not that you could blame him. But thank god Jensen came back with 2 Beer and a Water Bottle in his Hand.

„ You want some?“ He handed one Beer Bottle to Jared and he took it from his Hands. Which you of course paid close attention to. How are you able to have those two hands all around you soon? How?

„ Thanks man“ Jared said as he took the bottle opener and opened his Beer along with Jensens while he was sitting down next to you on the other side. This was a weird sandwich you were in already.„ Thanks“ Jensen said as he took the Beer from Jareds Hands.While you just opened your Water bottle and took big gulps, shugging the whole Bottle in one.

„ Damn, Sweetheart. You okay?“ Jensen asked looking at you somewhat impressed. „ Yeah, why wouldn't I be?“ You basically fake smiled at him. God this was awkward. This was not gonna end well at all.

„ Sooo .. what do we do now?“ Of course Jensen would say that. Sometimes you hate and love him at the same time for being so open about Sex. But right now. You absolutely hated him. You could feel Jared's Arm around your Shoulder all of a sudden, not going unnoticed by Jensen.

„ I gotta be honest guys. I've never done this-“ Thank god you're not the only one. Jensen nodded, still looking at Jareds Arm around your Shoulder. „ Yeah, me neither. And Kinga for sure not as well. So. This is weird isn't it?“ He asked completely serious all of a sudden. Oh god, do not fuck this up now with your jealousy. You thought to yourself, before Jareds Hand slowly moved further down your arm. Sending slight goosebumps through your whole Arm.

„ But .. why don't we just you know? Start?“ And how you dumbass? You thought to yourself. But before you even had the chance to ask that outloud, Jensens lips were on yours, pulling you flesh against him. Some Music would be pretty good now instead of this Silence. All you could here were the sloppy, wet sounds from yours and Jensens Mouth.

His Hands made it's way to your Hair as he continued to kiss you. Pushing his tounge in your mouth, colliding with yours. As you had your little Make out session you could all of a sudden feel Jared's breath in your ear at the back of your Head and his Hands around your waist trying to pull you against him and not Jensen.

„ I bet I taste much better“ He whispered in your ear causing you to moan right in Jensens Mouth. All of a sudden like magic you finally got all the confidence that you needed all this time. Well, you were still hella nervous, but you were feeling much better than before. You slowly moved away from Jensen and turned your head around to Jared's side kissing him passionate while putting your left arm around his Neck. This was different. Sure you have kissed Jared many times before now. But never in front of Jensen. And the best part of it was, that you didn’t feel guilty at all aboutthis. This was even better than all those times where you two were alone.

This feeling you already felt was unbelievable and just made you even hotter. You could feel Jareds tounge swirling around yours, while you felt Jensens Hands tearing your Shirt apart all of a sudden. This fucker owed you like a million of those. But right now that was not the thing that you could think about. All you could think about was Your mouth on Jareds. His Hand tight around your ass, pulling you further to him. Feeling his breath inch by inch on your neck as he stopped kissing you. Your back arched back, letting out a loud gasp as Jensens mouth was on your skin in an instant. Feeling his hot, wet lips on your collarbones kissing further down until he took off your Bra and throwing it away. You didn't care that you were almost completely Naked. You needed to get rid of your Clothes. You were way too hot to be in your warm clothes now.

You felt as though as you couldn't breathe anymore. But then again that just might be jareds mouth back on yours and Jensens tounge twirling around each of your nipple, making them stiff in an instant. You felt your goosebumps rising inside of your whole Body.

„ Fuck. You look so good like this“ Jensen breathed out as he looked up at you.

“But I might say that we leave this to the Bedroom. What do you say Jared?“ Jensen said as he looked over you to Jared. He looked up to Jensen, making you giggle slightly as you saw his lips being all red from your Lipstick.

„ Yeah I agree. But what does the lady say huh?“ He looked back at you, making your heart beating like crazy and make it it impossible for you to say a single word.

„ Yeah“ You said eventually though while biting your lip and nodding.

„ Great.“ Jensen said and took your Hand, before you stood up from the Couch, Jared right behind you, probably looking at your ass the whole time.

All of a sudden you felt Jensens hands around your Body, lifting you up and pushing you right on your Bed. You laughed slightly before his lips were on yours again.

„ Hmm. So. what do you wanna do first, Babygirl?“ How the hell would you know? You couldn't even wait at all anymore. You wanted it all. You needed it all. You needed them both more than anything.

„ I don't care. Need you both“ You breathed out as you pulled Jensen down to you to kiss him one more time. „ Damn someones eager“ He winked at you as he leaned back on his Knees. Right in that moment when you could see him unzipping his Jeans and getting rid of his Boxers you could see Jared standing right behind you, with his hard cock right in his Hands in front of you. Fucking hell. You didn't knew he was ready already.

„ Suck“ He said with a confident tone in his Voice.

„ Don't make me say it twice, Darling“ You grinned slightly to yourself before you leaned back on your back again, taking Jareds hard cock in your hands, jerking him off once or twice, teasing him just slightly. His Head fell back, sighing slightly as his Hands found their way to your Hair, pulling you just slightly up and down. You could feel the pain in your hairline. Not that you didn't enjoy it at all.

„ Go on. Suck“ He looked you right in your eyes as he said that. And fuck it was the hottest thing you've ever seen. Jared was definitely not as dominant in Bed as Jensen usually. But you could really get used to this as welll.

You stretched out your tounge and licked the tip slowly, never stop looking at his Eyes. He let out a growl deep from his Throat. You loved to tease him. So you licked down his shaft instead of taking him in your Mouth completely.

„ HOLY FUCK“ You screamed all of a sudden as you felt Jensens Dick burried deep inside of you, without giving you a headsup.

„ Did I say stop?“ Jared said as his grip tightened around your Hair.

„ No, but .. fuck. Jensen is-“

„ Yeah he's gonna fuck you while you suck me. Now continue. Didn't say you could stop“ Jared said as he pushed your head down his Dick. Hitting your throat with his tip, causing you to almost gag around him. Tears were building in your eyes. You could feel Jensen thrusting inside of you over and over again.

„ That's it you Cock Slut. Taking both of us so well. Such a good girl“ He growled as his hand slapped right across your ass. You only whimpered around Jareds Cock, hoping he would release you soon. All you could hear though was Jensens Balls slapping agaisnt your ass and Jared's groans.

Finally you could breathe again when he lost his grip in your hair.„ Damn you really are such a good girl indeed. But I am not anywhere near done with you yet. I want to feel you cum on my tounge first“ Jared said while you felt Jensen sliding out of you slowly, giving your pussylips just the right friction.

„ Fucking .. fuck“ Was all you could get out of your mouth.

„ Soon you won't be able to talk at all anymore, Sweetheart“

Jareds Hands were on your shoulders all of a sudden pulling you to him slightly. Feeling the tip of his dick against your Pussy. It took everything in you not to reach back and to just fuck his dick. But he had other plans with you first.

„ Sit on my face and let me eat out that pretty pussy, while you choke once more on Jensens Cock“ Jared said as he pulled your Legs together and made you sit on his Face.You placed your two legs right next to his Body. Your Hands on his Chest to keep you steady. You barely could breathe when Jareds Tounge licked at your Clit. All you could do was putting your nails into his skin, almost making it bleed. You didn't care one bit.„ FUCK! Right there, Jared!“ You screamed out. Rubbing your face back and forth on his Mouth. You couldn't see him but you could only imagine that he has a big ass grin on his face.

„ She tastes good doesn't she?“ Jensen said to Jared, as he bit his lip, seeing you screaming and moving your body like that. „ I know she does. But I also know that she loves my taste. So my turn“ He said as he walked towards you, pulling out his hard dick teasing you by putting the tip over your lips.

„ You want it bad don't you? Say it“ You didn't. You just looked up at him and winked. „ I said fucking say it“ He took his dick in his hands tight and slapped right over your right cheek with it. Not that it was painful but it still stung like crazy.„ I want to taste your Cock and have it far up my throat“ You said as you slowly began to lick his tip and took all of him in your mouth until he indeed hit your throat.„ That's it you slut, fuck yes, I'll never get tired of that Babygirl“ His eyes shut close, as his hands gripped the back of your head, completely fucking your mouth now. You would be lying if you'd say that you didn't like that just as much. Especially when Jared was eating you out and you were just on the edge of coming. You whimpered around Jensens dick, signaling that you need to take some breaths. So he stopped fucking your mouth and took your chin in his hands and made you look at him.„ What? You gonna come sweetheart? Gonna come with Jareds tounge huh? Go ahead. Come. But I can promise you, you won't be coming half as good when I destroy your whole Pussy. But go ahead“ He whispered in your ears as you were right there … just a few more licks from Jared's Tounge.

„ FUUUHUCK- I'M gonna -“

„ Yeah, say it sweetheart“ Jensens mouth was on your tits in an instant twirling his tounge around your nipples, making you go crazy even more.

„ Gonna come fuckk, JARED YES RIGHT THERE!!!“ And then out of nowhere your whole vision went blury as you clenched around Jared's tounge, your orgasm hitting you like a Bus.

„ Fucking hell“ You breathed out, closing your eyes. You wish you could at least calm down from that but Jared wouldn't stop licking your clit and eating you out. In fact his grip on your legs just tightened. „ You okay?“ Jensen asked you while his lips also were still on your tits, pushing them together, right before he took his Dick in his hands and fucked in between them.

„ You think you can take that much cock without fainting huh? We're not even close done babygirl“ You felt his dick rubbing in between your breasts, making you arch back and moaning into Jared's Neck.

„ Want you to ride my dick, just like always baby“ He whispered into your Ears so Jensen couldn't hear it. Jensen stopped fucking your tits so you could place yourself on Jared's Dick with your Back to Jensens direction.You slowly moved down on Jareds Dick, earning a loud grown from him.„ Fuck you're tight and perfect around me“ You wanted to say something as well but all you could do was just moaning. That was all you could hear in the Room at the moment. Your moaning, Jareds groaning and skin slapping against skin.You moved faster up and down his Cock, never stopping to look in his Eyes. It was a very intimate moment for the both of you, and you loved it.

„Darling you're really fucking good at this, but damn I gotta move“ He said and all of a sudden took your body and made you turn around so your back was on the Bed again. He pounded right inside of you, his head in the crook of your Neck as your Hands were wrapped tight around his Body. Feeling your orgasm building up once again. „ Fuck yes Jared, I'm gonna come again“ you screamed into his ear. „ I'm right behind you baby“ His pace was so fast that his balls hurt against your skin when he fucked you.

„ Come with me, come on Baby. I wanna fill you up with my cum“ he then bit on your ear, making you go all crazy.

„ FUCKING HELL JARED OH MY GOD YES YES YESSSS“

„ That's it. Come on Baby. You make me cum so hard. Keep moving like that – fuck yes“ Both of you were moving against eachother to get together to your orgasm. You were just about to scream out when you hit your climax but Jared cut you off with his tounge and mouth on yours. Right when he shot all his cum inside of you. Your nails were deeper in his skin, scratching it open as you tried to calm down once again.

„ Fucking hell, that was hot“ He whispered in your ear as he was still throbbing inside of you.„ Agreed“ you smiled, feeling your pussy pounding. These two men were definitely the death of you.

„ Well that was good and all. But I guess now it's my Turn to finally destroy your pussy like I promised Sweetheart“ You closed your eyes, just hoping that you wouldn't die this time. „ What? You already done? I ain't“ Jensen grabbed both of your legs and put them behind his shoulders feeling his slight scruff against your skin and on your clit as he started to lick every last drop you had off.

„ Fuck, you taste really good. As always“ He winked at you, making your body shaking like crazy against his face. „ But, I promised to destroy you. And I can't do that only with my Mouth. So go on all four sweetheart.“

„ But-“

„ No Buts. Do it and be a good girl. Or do you really want me to punish you and Jared as well?“ You looked at him with a slight smirk. He damn well knew the answer to that.

„ Maybe“ You bit your lips. Probably sending him over the edge.

„ Alright. Your decision“ He turned your body fast around so you were on your knees. Not letting you calm down for a second. Feeling his hard hand right on your ass, it hurt like crazy. But damn this was exactly what you wanted right now.

„ Jared? Might giving me a hand here?“

„ Sure.“ Jared hasn't done this that often or as hard as Jensen yet. So having both of them doing this is quite something else.

„ Right there. While I fuck into her and choke her Throat“ Right then when he said that Jensen thrusted into you as fast and hard as he could. Your back arching back. Moaning out his Name followed by some cuss words.

„That's right. Take my big dick while Jared slaps your ass for me Sweetheart. You love it so much don't you?“ He scooped over your body to make you look right at him. You were ready to say yes but all you could do was nod your head and bite your lip when Jareds hand slapped right on your Ass. Hurting even more than Jensens before.

„ Please, Daddy“ Jensen chuckeled slightly looking right at you, as his Hands were around your throat in an instant.

„ Please Daddy what? Give me more? - I can do that“ He then fucked you even harder that you could literally feel the pain on your cunt.

„ FUCKING FUCKEFKEFJIE“

„ That's right. Choke and scream. You feel so good babygirl. You have no idea. You're gonna make me cum“ You let your head fall down and moaned into the Pillow that was in front of you, barely able to breathe anymore.

„ Fuck sweetheart I am gonna cum. Fuck yes. Having Jared's Cum inside of you and mine now. You love this don't you babygirl?“ You bit your lip hard this time. Harder than before. Because right when Jensen reached his Orgasm and spilled his seed right inside of you, you came for the third time as you felt it dripping out of you.

„ Fucking hell sweetheart. You were a really good girl tonight. Look at my cum coming out of your pussy. So good“ He growled once and twice more before he finally pulled out of you. You were numb and couldn't move at all anymore. But you took all your Power you had inside of you and turned around just to see both Men grinning at you. They at least didn't have to go through all the pain you just had to go through. They probably enjoyed it evene more. But hell. It was worth it.

„ I want you to lick up that cum“ Jensen said and Jared just looked at you, stroking his Cock again. You reached down for your whole body until you were at your pussy and had enough of Jensens Cum on your finger and licked it up, looking at both Men at the same time.

„ Fucking hell Sweetheart. You are something else.“

„ She indeed is“ Jared agreed with Jensen, stopping to stroke his Dick.

„ I'm exhausted“ You finally said and breathed out.„ I know. You were taking both of our cocks so good that you deserve a break now, Sweetheart“ Jensen said as he slowly got up from the Bed, walking towards the Kitchen.„ Want a Beer, Jared?“

Did this really just happen?

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His Little Sister--Part Two

Word Count: 2192

Requested By: @myinconnelly1 She hyped it up for me and I am glad she did! The part where the Fan ask a questions was all her idea and I love it!

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Characters: Reader, Jared, Jensen, Richard Speight Jr, Misha, Alex, Rob Benedict, Fans, Cliff (Mentioned), Danneel Ackles (Mentioned). Ackles Twins (Mentioned).

About: Months have gone by and the Reader and Sam have successfully (and playfully) hidden their relationship from Jensen. But during a convention, the Reader and Sam don’t know that their soft conversation was heard by a fan who asks Jensen his thoughts about it in front of everyone.

Disclaimer: Language, Quickie (Unprotected--Don’t be silly wrap that willy), Angst, Fluff, Possible Pregnant Reader,

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I hold tight to the extra as he takes the fake blade out of themselves and stabs me with it. I pop the 'blood' capsule in my mouth and let it trickle out the corner of my mouth. I chuckle and take a step towards the fake cliff edge.

"Opheila, No!" Jared yells his line from a distance. I turn to him and give a smile smile before turning back to the extra.

"This is for Claire," I say my line in a wicked tone as the extra and I fall five feet into the giant air bag waiting for us below.

"Cut!" Rich yells from his chair. "Now that's what I call a wrap up!"

The extra and I roll off the bag. Jensen is waiting for me on the ground. "That was awesome," he says steadying me. I eye Jared off in the distance. He looks me up and down and winks at me before walking off. We have plans to meet up later.

Jared and I had been sleeping together for some months now. We had plans on telling my brother but, we kind of like the sneaking around. And since we were seeing each other secretly and having amazing hot sex, it made our characters chemistry on set better. Jensen and everyone just thought that it was amazing acting. So what everyone saw as Sam touching and or kissing Opheila, was actually Jared touching and or kissing me.

"So," Jensen and I walk back to the make up area so I can get this thick make up off my face. I feel like a part time clown and part time stripper. "What do you say we go out and celebrate tonight. It'll be me, you, Jared, maybe that chick Jared had talked to months ago, and that extra that keeps checking you out."

I choke on my water. "Jared says that chick," I say chick as smooth as I can. "wasn't what he's looking for. It wasn't going anywhere. Plus what extra?"

Jensen pulls me close to him and points to a dude all dressed up in black. "The demon that you killed before your fall with Claire's killer. He's been looking at you all freaking week and I've talked with him a few times. You might actually like him. Maybe get you back into the dating game."

I choke again. "We will see about that."

After I'm make up I free. I avoid my brother at all costs. I even avoid the journalist that have been hounding me for months. Ever since word had gotten out about my return to acting. every magazine and online news outlets wanted some part of me. And it wasn't because I was on Riverdale before it was because I am YN Ackles the little sister to Jensen.

I do a million double takes as I walk towards Jareds trailer. No one and I mean no one knew about us. We hid it that well. I get to his door when a voice stops me.

"Hey," it's Misha. "Tell that knuckle head it's on." He tosses an empty bottle of fart spray towards me. I barely catch it and realize it still has a smell.

"Oh God, "I make a face and throw it back Misha. "You're fucking gross, Misha." Misha dodges it and laughs as he walks away. The guys and their games and pranks. One of these days one of their pranks are going to back fire on them. Now that will be worth watching.

I walk into the trailer and once the door closes, Jared hands are pulling me away from the visible windows and pushing me up on the wall where no one can see us. "Took you long enough," His voice purrs into my ear as he unbuttons my shirt. I close my eyes and exhale. This is the best way to relax after a day like this.

"Sorry," I fumble with my belt and pants. "I was too busy loosing my brother on set." I finally get my belt off and pants undone. I push Jared back towards his bed, he's already working on his pants. I kick my pants off and throw my already unbuttoned shirt to the side. I walk up to Jared, whose now just in his boxers. His hard erection extremely visible. The throbbing and wetness in my core is screaming for it to be inside of me.

I push Jared onto his bed and straddle his lap. His cock poking me hard through our thin underwear. Jared reaches down between us and shoves not only his underwear off but mine as well. I lift myself up and slowly lower myself over his long, thick and throbbing cock. Jared groans and falls back onto the bed as I begin to move my hips up and down. He feels so good inside of me.

After a minute, Jared sits up and flips us over. He grabs my hands and pins them above my head and thrust deeper and faster inside of me. I bite my lip to keep myself from making a sound. A few small whimpers escape me. I kick my leg up and throw them around Jared waist to make sure he stays deep inside. Jared thrusts go from lightning fast to average and sloppy. He's close and I start to feel myself tighten hard around him.

I look into his eyes, "Don't pull out," I manage to get out in between thrusts and whimpers. With that, I feel Jared slam himself into me releasing everything he's got inside of me. I feel myself let go and arch myself into his chest. Jared slowly thrusts through both our orgasms.

"Wasn't my plan for it to be that short," Jared rolls over and pulls me to his chest. "Still amazing though." He kisses my head. "I love you YN."

"I love you, too, Jared," I take a deep breath until theres a knock on the trailer door.

***

A month as gone by and we are all back home. Jared and I are still seeing each other secretly. Jensen is doing interviews and such about this latest season of Supernatural. I have been contacted multiple time about bringing back my character on Riverdale. Today I gave the middle finger to them. They did me dirty by cutting me off from the show without telling me or let alone talking to me about it. I have a lot on my plate.

Dallas Con.

I walk out of the bathroom of my hotel room and see Jared sitting on the couch. His wringing his hands as he looks up at me. I hand him the stick in my hand. "This one says negative, but the one from last night for sure said positive." My period was a week late. It's never late. It's always been on time. Until now. Six tests later four say I could be pregnant but the other two say I may not be.

"We just keep testing," Jared sits it next to the other test I took from last night. "Until we know for sure."

"Babe," I sit next to him and take his hand. "Danneel needed a blood test with the twins after getting wonky test results like this. I'll call an OBGYN tomorrow and get in as soon as I can." I lean in and kiss him.

"Okay," Jared smiles. "I trust you." He stands up and I stand up with him. "Should we head on down?"

Walking down the hotel hallway, Jared stops us and looks at me. "You know, I can actually see this whole thing being possible."

"That I can convince you to rip a condom off and have you cum inside me," I say. My mind is in the same place. "And to not pull out when a condom isn't in play." Those nights and days where Jared cums in me were always the best.

"Quite a few times, actually," Jared licks his lips which he knows is a dead ass turn on for me. "If we are pregnant, we will need to tell Jensen." Jared leans down to kiss me. "You'll be an amazing mom."

The convention is a blast. We laugh and joke about our time on set. We even answer questions about Sam and Opheila. I don't think I have ever laughed that hard before. Everything was settling down and it was my cue to go off stage. As I am walking off I hear the next question.

"This one is for Jensen," a fan says.

"Ha! Mine," Jensen playfully pushes Jared.

"How do you feel about YN being pregnant, becoming an uncle, and Jared being officially apart of the family?"

I spin around wondering if I heard that right. Jared chokes on his water. My brother's eyes widen. Rich and Rob both have their mouths hanging open. I feel the color drain from my face. I look back to see Misha and Alex staring too. The whole ball room is quite. I look back and lock eyes with Jared. How the hell did this fan know?

"What's that?" Jensen asks looking my way.

"How do you feel about your sister and Jared becoming parents?" the Fan asked again. This time there was something in her voice that knew that no one knew.

"Um," Jensen looks back at Jared. The look on his face was unreadable. "I'm still processing that. How do you feel, bro?" Jensen says bro with enough emphasis that makes me make my way to the water.

The rest of the panel is awkward. All questions were about Jared and I. Jensen's entire face is still unreadable that made me nervous. He has only been like this a few times before and it usually ends with him being pissed off.

When the panel is over Jensen walks up to me and takes my arm and pulls me out of the ballroom. Jared is following behind. Jensen takes us to a whole other part of the hotel. Before we know it we are in an empty room. Jensen lets go of my arm and spins around and rubs his face. Jared steps closer to me but I stop him. I don't know what my brother was thinking.

"You guys are sleeping together?" He exclaims making a face. "My little sister and best friend are having sex and a baby. How long has this been going on?"

Jared and I exchange looks. "November," I look back at Jensen who has risen is eyebrows higher than they normally go.

"Six months?!" He claims. "And you guys didn't tell me?! This hurts guys. What hurts more is I have to learn that you guys are having a baby. From a fan!"

Jensen rubs his face again. Jared pulls out his phone and looks at the both of us. "Uh, Cliff is looking for me. Wants me for mine and Misha's photo op."

"Go," Jensen and I say.

I sit on the ground and Jensen sits as well. "We aren't sure if I am pregnant or not. The tests are wonky. Kind of like Dee's were with the twins. And we meant to tell you but we got caught up in the fun of sneaking around." Jensen takes a deep breath and just stares at me. "I'm sorry Jay," I reach for his hand. "If it makes you happy or feel any better, no one else knew either."

"I can see it now," Jensen looks down at the ground and starts to pull at a piece of rug. "It was right in front of me the whole time but I was blind to it." He looks up at me. "So, will you be getting a blood test?"

I nod. "The only way to know for sure. And if I really am," I pat Jensen's hand. "You'll be a kick ass uncle."

"Damn right I will be."

By the end of the next week, Jared and I go public about our relationship and the news that by the new year the two of us will be introducing our first child into the world. A couple months later, Jared and I tie the knot in a very intimate ceremony that included just both our families and closest friends. Three days before Christmas, Jared and I welcome a little girl into the world. She is the most beautiful thing on the planet and watching my brother fall in love with her melts my heart.

By the time New Years Hit, Jared is home on break from filming. We rent out a small apartment on the outskirts of Austin. I had a few more weeks before I was cleared to go back. Jared leads me to our apartment balcony the view is absolutely breath taking. Even at night. Jared pulls me close to him and kisses me gently as fireworks were set off in the distance. "Happy New Years, Mrs. Padalecki."

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