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waynes-multiverse · 1 year

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Drunk and/or high sex? W/ Dean or Jensen 😇🙏🏼

A/N: Picked Jensen for this since I already had a bunch of Dean requests! I imagined New Orleans in summer for this and thought the "love drug" was quite fitting. It was kinda inspired by the story of how Alison Brie started things with Dave Franco, which she told in a recent interview. Thought that was hilarious, so of course I had to use it. Hope you enjoy! 💜

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Warnings: +18/NSFW, drinking & drugs (weed & mdma), flangst, smut (thigh riding, p in v)

Word Count: 1.4k (I'm really trying here lol)

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Lavender Haze

There’s a visible haze flowing through the room, a midnight blue veil with particles of shimmering glitter in between that glistens like the night sky outside the French window. It feels surreal, like the fabric of the stars itself is blanketing you, enveloping your entire being as his plump lips touch every inch of your skin, ignite it as he worships your body. The entire universe is suddenly in your room.

The air smells of sweat, a mixture of drinks lingering on your breaths, and the damp summer heat that filters in through the open window despite the cool night air. You can’t remember how you got back to your hotel; too many shots have been downed tonight to care. Did you take a cab? Did you walk the busy streets till you landed back here? All of the above?

All you remember is the laughs, the music, the drinks, and the joint you shared with a friend in a dark alley. You never thought in your wildest dreams you’d land here – with him. More drinks flowed, his irresistible smile blinded you, and a few clumsy touches of his hands on places where he had never touched you before kindled your heart and soul. He was a kid playing with matches, too stupid, too innocent to know what he was doing, what dangerous game he started to play, and you were drunk enough to set both your bodies ablaze without wasting a second thought on it.

It was a harmless text from your friend that started this whole mess: Jensen – I think you should hit that tonight. Of course, your blurry mind thought it was a glorious idea. After all, you had wanted this, wanted him for a long time now.

You never thought he’d say yes, but if you were honest with yourself, you were always scared to ask in case he did agree to your insanity, knowing you weren’t good enough, knowing you’d only ruin it, knowing you could never dream this big. Maybe that’s why you posed the most outlandish question you could think of, hoping with certainty he’d deny your request and gently turn you down.

“I have a Molly… Wanna split it and have some fun in my hotel room?”

It wasn’t like him to agree to something like this. Maybe you’ve always been a bad influence on him, but you were still majorly surprised when he didn’t even blink. He just smirked at you and nodded like it was the million-dollar question he’d been waiting for.

And yes, maybe you knew he wanted you just the same, knew he harbored a crush on you for years, knew he craved the same things you craved. It’s been written in the stars since the two of you met and caught each other’s eyes for the very first time. But call it Southern gentlemanliness or whatever, in all these years, he never made a single move – not obvious ones, at least. True to form, he was never pushy, always waiting for your pull. And God, once you handed him that rope, he lassoed you like the coolest cowboy and tied you up good.

When your back hits the door, your lungs are barely able to catch a breath as Jensen is on you the second you enter the hotel room, scared if he gave you any wriggle room, you’d leave, even though you’d never dream of it. His ample lips find yours first, claiming you in a bruising kiss that leaves you speechless. You’ve kissed before, sharing the odd professional movie kisses between your characters on a set with an audience, but this kiss is entirely different.

Real. Raw. Breathtaking.

Then, his sinful lips trail down your jaw, find your throat, and mark your pulse point purple, green, and blue. His addicting hands have been on you nonstop since you each downed that little love drug with a bottle of water. It started with minute touches – his large palm on the small of your back when he guided you out of the bar, his warm hand on your knee in the back of the cab, his fingertips trailing up and down your spine in the elevator, and by the time, you’ve unlocked the door, he was ready to downright bounce on you. He loves touching you, loves to feel your skin ignite like a chemical reaction underneath his fingertips whenever the two connect.

His aura is emerald – soft, lush, and full of hope. Relaxing. Safe.

Yours is lavender – mysterious, sensitive, and full of passion. Inspiring. Chaotic.

With every touch and every kiss, his aura intoxicates yours, infecting every vein in your body until each drop of blood feels fused to his. A haze of green and purple, inseparable by the end. It’s surreal in the best way.

The tips of your fingers tingle whenever they smooth over an inch of cinnamon-freckled skin. He’s hot to the touch, his warmth swaddling you like a snuggly blanket that feels like childhood memories and home. You never want to let go. This feeling should last forever. The strong heartbeat behind his ribs tells you he feels the same.

His knee sneaks between your legs as his hand crawls inside your panties and finds an ocean waiting for him there. His groans reverberate against your skin, your throat, your chest as you needily seek more friction on his thigh, grinding your clothed cunt against the rough denim fabric as his thick thumb strokes your clit.

“God, this is so hot… you’re so hot,” he murmurs against your neck, his free hand pushing parts of your shirt and bra down to grope one breast, pinching the nipple between his fingertips until it hardens. “Wanted this for so long… So, so long…”

“Me too,” you whisper breathlessly, your cloudy brain torn between an orgasm and a love confession.

His attacks on your tit and cunt seize and still, his head slowly rising as he finds your gaze. The look in his eyes is overflowing with surprise, desire, and hope, showing a longing that’s finally sated. The hand on your breast leaves its place and cups your cheek, caressing it with gentle care.

“Yeah?”

A smile twitches on your lips as you nuzzle your nose against his and nod. “Yeah,” you admit your secret. “Of course, it is. All I need is you. I just wanna stay here forever with you.”

Jensen’s lips curl into a smile, one that hides something behind it you can’t decipher. “Good,” he says and entangles you in a kiss so deep it leaves you breathless once more as he sucks the air from your lungs while you start to think that this might be the sweetest death you could’ve ever imagined.

His hands grab your thighs, lift you up until your legs wrap around his waist. His full-grown erection presses against your pussy as you grab and bite and hold onto whatever of him you can get between your hands and mouth. Clothing items drop in haste, not sure who removes what from where, but you’re positive your lips part as he enters you in one thrust until his long, thick cock is fully sheathed by your heat, stretching your walls like no one ever has before. The delicious burn, the pleasurable sting between your thighs is a new feeling you could find yourself growing quite addicted to.

“Shit, ’m sorry…,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck at his eagerness and apologizes for his temporary loss of control, which you find quite flattering as his cock throbs inside of you while his fingers gently caress your head and comb through your hair to soothe the bits of pain you feel. “I love you,” he whispers softly against your lips and claims them in the same breath.

You smile shyly, happiness wrangling with sadness inside your heart. “It’s the drugs,” you tell him and excuse his irrational behavior, having been through this circle a few times before.

However, he shakes his head with all the stubbornness he can gather and cups your cheek, thumb caringly brushing over its rosy apple. “No, it’s you, sweetheart. Promise,” he assures you.

With a thick swallow, you nod and drop a tear on his thumb pad. “Okay… I love you, too,” you accept and cry out as he pushes back inside and never stops again.

Considering the other drabbles I did up till now and the nature of this request, this turned out oddly romantic and sweet *pats self on back* 🥰

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 2 years

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Top 5 favourite series that you have read/written that have angst but also fluff... I guess it's called Flangst??????

I think almost all of my series have flangst to a degree 😂 I know you said top 5 but how about top 11? Even narrowing this down was hard!

More Than You Bargained For Masterlist (Bodyguard!Jensen x reader)

A Place To Call Home (Jensen x foster daughter!reader)

If I Fell For You (Jensen x nanny!reader)

Frat Boy Masterlist (college AU!Dean x reader) (smut)

The Fake Boyfriend Masterlist (AU!Dean x reader)

Dark Nights Masterlist (Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader)

Broken Like Me (Model!Dean x reader)

The Girl Next Door (Neighbor/Mechanic!Dean x Baker!reader)

Love Her (Doctor!Dean x foster daughter!reader)

Strangers (Doctor!Dean x patient!reader)

Feral (Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader) (Completed)

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atc74 · 5 years

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Thinking of You

Square(s) Filled: Artist Au for @spnfluffbingo2019 (I am taking some creative liberty here as both characters are written as songwriters, therefore...artist)

Warnings: Breakup, mentions of Jensen being a playboy, angst, fluff

Summary: Y/N feels the need to make it on her own without Jensen’s name to help her career, but he’s still always there, with her.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, featuring Christian Kane

Word Count: 1570 (with lyrics)

Written for: @spnfluffbingo2019

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches, I love you girl!

A/N: I’ve been listening to a lot of Christian Kane lately. Like A LOT, so here is another fic inspired by his song, Thinking of You, which he performed on the show Leverage. I use a local LA station and radio personality as a setting for a portion of the story.

** As a reminder, this is a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. No harm is intended toward the actor(s) or their families.

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Jensen stared at the headline of the daily paper over his morning coffee: “Heartbreaker Jensen Ackles leaves another girl in the dust as his music career picks up speed.” It’s been on his mind for days, but he finally made the call.

“Chris, man I need your help,” Jensen pleaded with his longtime friend.

“The infamous Jensen Ackles needs my help?” Christian Kane marveled.

“Infamous, really?” Jensen scoffed.

“Would you prefer notorious, nefarious, scandalous?” Christian was laughing hard on the other end of the phone. It was no secret in their younger days, they all had plenty of women throwing themselves at the pair, but Jensen never found the right fit. The world just assumed he was a playboy, and he did nothing to prove them wrong.

“She dumped me, Chris. I was ready to give her everything and she dropped me like a hot potato. Said she needed to focus on her career and wanted to make a name for herself on her own,” Jensen sniffed.

Kane sat up a little straighter, phone still in hand. “I’ve had your back for twenty years buddy, I ain’t about to say no now. What do you need?”

“I’ve got a writer’s showcase next weekend. I’ve got an idea, but I need your help,” Jensen explained his idea to Christian and they agreed to meet the next day.

~*~

Y/N Y/L/N had been performing show after show in little rinky dink clubs and county fairs. Her debut single was climbing the charts, but she felt like she was losing a part of herself in the process. Maybe the hardest part was having to sing that song every other night for the last three weeks. A song she wrote with Jensen. A song she had recorded and Jensen provided harmony on. A song that spoke about their love.

Now, what did she have? A hit single with her ex-boyfriend. How’s that for irony? She broke up with him because she wanted to make it on her own. Her own talent, her own name. And, it’s the song they co-wrote while they were together that was pushing her toward the top. She read the headline one more time as her tour bus rolled to the next town and her tears fell, staining the newsprint.

The entire world thought he kicked her to the curb but it was all her doing. It had been three weeks and she hadn’t seen or heard from him since she walked out on him. But she would have to see him next weekend at the showcase. They were expected to perform for everyone. She didn’t know how she could look him in the face now. Making it on her own? It was still him pushing her to chase her dreams like he always had. She wouldn’t be where she was if it wasn’t for him.

~*~

“Hey Los Angeles! I’m Christine Martindale and you’re listening to KKGO, Go Country 105 and have we got a show for you today!” Christine opened her broadcast for the day. “Tomorrow is the Ivories and Strings Songwriters showcase and we have a few of the songwriters in the station today to give all of us sneak peeks into their new music.”

Queuing up the next song in the lineup, Christine hit a couple buttons on the board in front of her before looking to her producer. “Who do we have first, Rudy?”

“We’ve got Y/N Y/L/N, Jensen Ackles with Christian Kane, and Steve Carlson all in the building today. Who do you want first?”

“Seriously? What is wrong with the booking agents? They booked both of them to be on with me today?” She rolled her eyes at Rudy through the glass. “Let’s go with Ackles and Kane first. I’ve loved him since he was on Days of Our Lives and Christian was on Angel!”

“Welcome back LA. That was Kane Brown with Short Skirt Weather and, speaking of Kane, I’ve got Jensen Ackles and Christian Kane here in the studio with me today. We’ll be hearing from Y/N Y/L/N and Steve Carlson both a bit later, but gentlemen, welcome!” Christine smiled brightly at both Jensen and Christian sitting across from her with their guitars. “Jensen, now that Supernatural is winding down, we understand you’ve been working on some music. What can you tell us about your newest project?”

“Hey, Christine. Well, yeah, after fifteen years of playing the same character, who to be honest, will always be a part of me, I decided it was time to delve a little deeper into something that I’ve always loved to do. I have been working with Steve Carlson and Jason Manns on a new album of original material,” Jensen chuckled a bit, clearing his throat. “And Chris tagged along with me today to debut my newest song which he co-wrote with me.”

“Well, I am excited. Christian, it’s always good to see you. Let’s hear it!” The announcer flipped off her microphone and watched as the singers readied themselves. The soft strums of their guitars filled the studio before Jensen started singing.

Well I know they say all good things

Must come to some kind of ending

We were so damn good, I guess we never stood a chance

Go and find what you've been missin'

When that highways tired a listenin'

You'll see I'm not that easy to forget

Jensen closed his eyes as he sang, his voice filled with emotion. He opened them to meet Christian’s as he joined him on the chorus.

And when a new moon shines through your window

Or you hear a sad song on the radio

And you don't know why but you just start to cry

Or you’re driving round on a sunny day

And outta nowhere comes the pouring rain

And a memory hits you right out of the blue

That's just me

Thinking of you

The constant commotion inside the radio station seemed to cease and all ears were tuned to the overhead speakers broadcasting Christine’s midday show and the singers in studio. Y/N looked up from her phone and froze when she heard a familiar voice coming from above.

I'm not gonna try to stop you

Duddn’t mean that I don't want too

If I know you, you've already made up your mind

To go on and go if you’re leaving

Put a million miles between us

But you’ll still feel me like I'm right there at your side

Tears filled her eyes as she listened to his soulful voice as he sang the words that she knew must have been painful for him to write.

And when a new moon shines through your window

Or you hear a sad song on the radio

And you don't know why but you just start to cry

Or you’re driving round on a sunny day

And outta nowhere comes the pouring rain

And a memory hits you right out of the blue

That's just me

Thinking of you

And I'm thinkin' about the road you’re on

I'm thinkin' about you coming home

I'm wondering if you got your radio on

Y/N jumped to her feet and threw open the door to the green room. She rushed down the hall toward the studios, searching frantically through the windows for any sign of the ball cap and ginger beard she had yearned for since the day she walked out of his life. And, there he was, in the last window on her left. Her body skidded to a stop, but her heart and mind were racing with anticipation and jittery nerves as she met his emerald gaze through the glass as he sang.

And when you find your way to another town

And someone tries to lay ya down

And a feelin' hits you right out of the blue

It’s me thinking of you

That's just me

Thinking of you.

Jensen finished the last chord and dropped his guitar as he rose from the stool. He hurried from the inner studio and wrenched open the outer door. “Y/N…” Her name fell from his lips as it had a thousand times before, as a tear slipped down his face.

“I’m sorry, Jensen. You were right. Every town. Every song, the sun, even the rain. It was all you. It’s always been you. You’ve been there every step of the way, even after I turned my back on us. I was so wrong to think I needed to do this on my own. What good are the victories if I don’t have you to share them with?” Y/N professed.

Fresh tears fell once more from her red rimmed eyes as he took a step forward and brushed his thumb across her cheek. “I never stopped thinking about you.”

“I think about you every day and how stupid I was to leave. It’s not worth it if I can’t share it with you,” she cried, her hand covering his, still cupping her face. “I don’t want to share it with anyone else.”

“Good,” he sighed, pulling her into his warm and certain embrace. “‘Cause I’m pretty sure we just wrote a hit song about you and I’d hate to have to celebrate that without you.”

“I’m not going anywhere. We’ll celebrate all the number ones together,” she whispered.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. This is my greatest hit, right here.”

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 6 years

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No Regrets - Making Happy Memories

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Memories of Michael and almost losing Becca.

Word Count: 530

A/N: Fifth day of my Christmas countdown and the prompt was Riding in a One Horse open sleigh.

This drabble can be read as a stand alone just like all the others. It will make more sense though if you know the series. It is part of my Living with Regrets / No Regrets Universe. This one takes place Dec 2014 before Jensen and Y/N got married.

Thanks to @mysupernaturalfics for betaing these .

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

12 Days of Christmas MASTERLIST

“Jensen… We don’t have time for this,” Y/N complained as Jensen dragged her off set, his hand him hers and a goofy smile plastered across his face. Even if she hadn’t wanted to admit it to him, today had been a difficult one for her. They didn’t wrap up for Christmas for another few days, but today marked the anniversary of Becca and his surgery. She had been growing more and more quiet for days and even if she used their upcoming wedding as an excuse for not having time to go out with him tonight, he knew the truth. She just wanted to crawl into bed and forget this day, one year ago today, had ever happened. He understood that better than she knew. The thought of almost having lost his daughter still scared him shitless, but he also refused to let Michael ruined a single more day for them.

Jensen smiled as Y/N stopped, eyes wide open next to him as she saw the one horse open sleigh, parked on the hill just off where they had been shooting. Next to it stood Misha with Becca on his arm, grinning widely as he saw them.

“Mommy look,” Becca was practically bouncing out of Misha’s arms when she saw her parents and she was jumping up and down before Y/N, even before she had a chance to process the sight. Y/N bent down picking up her daughter, while her eyes were still glued to the sleigh and Jensen couldn’t help but smile at her surprise.

“We’re going riding in the horse sleigh,” Becca informed her mom, with excitement still radiating from her little face. “Daddy and Uncle Misha wanted to surprise you. Are you surprised Mommy?” the little girl rambled, and Y/N finally started to come too.

“I’m very surprised Becca,” Y/N laughed, placing her daughter back on the ground. “Go get Uncle Mish to help you in.” She didn’t have to ask twice before Becca took off and was back in Misha’s arms, just as Y/N turned to face Jensen. She wrapped her arms around his waist looking up at her fiancee who was still wearing a boyish grin on his face.

“You’re insane, Jay,” she giggled and Jensen laughed before leaning down, pressing a deep kiss to her lips.

“I wanted all of us to make some happy memories today,” he explained softly, holding her close to him. He would never get tired of this feeling. The feeling of having her happy and relaxed in his arms. The serene smile on her face was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.

“I love you, Jensen,” she spoke softly, making his heart skip a beat, “and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I love you too,” Jensen pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, before laughing when Rebecca impatiently called out to them. “Now let’s go before our daughter takes off without us,” he grinned wrapping his arm around Y/N, leading her to the sleigh and the first of many happy memories they would share on this day every year.

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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years

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Jensen Ackles: Should have been me

*Credit to gif owner*

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Pov: Jensen

Warnings: coma, Jensen talking to himself, driving accidents, accidents, almost death, angst, fluff, car accidents, regret.

Request: Hello gorgeous, may I pleaaase request an flangsty Jensen x reader one shot where they get into a car accident and the reader is the one who's severely injured?? Thank you so much, can't wait to see where you go with this idea 😭😭

WC: 1.5k

A/N- I know that this request was put in a long while ago. I’m sorry it took me so long to get to it. But I really enjoyed this request and the idea. thx!

You know that gut feeling you get some times. That feeling that tells you ‘This is going to end so badly’. I should have listened, I should have done something else, we should have stayed at the hotel just a day longer. Just a day longer and I wouldn’t be sitting in this damn hospital room.

Looking at Y/n with tubes and wires connecting her. She shouldn’t be laying in a bed in a cold room, stuck in her own mind. She should be laughing and curled up against my side while we watch a movie. Neither one of us should be here.

How many times have I said that drunk drivers shouldn’t be allowed to even own a car? How times have I told Y/n to be safe as she drives to work, or just down to the supermarket. This is why I tell her to be safe, but you see the problem with this is I was the one driving.

You see I’m not the one hurt, she is. How in the hell am I the one breathing on my own, sitting her with only a few cuts and bruises? I don’t understand how I came out unscathed, but Y/n is hooked up to machines and wires deep in a coma.

We had been up in the mountains for our fifth anniversary. A way to get away from everything. It was the best way to spend it. We had a cabin to ourself. No waking up at six in the morning, or having to hastily kiss each other in the morning light before we both had to drive off to work. It was the most blissful I’ve been in a while.

Y/n said that we needed to get back home. Said we had to leave yesterday; I couldn't understand the rush to leave so early. We had enough time for when we got back and we’d go straight back into work. No need to worry about being clung to each other. Not wanting to leave each other warm embrace in the morning.

She countered that with saying that she would like to sleep in her own bed or at least a full night before rushing back into work. How’d she like to get comfortable with being home after our two-week vacation in the mountains. I guess I understood now after she explained. I watched her pack her things, and dance around the room.

I watched as she shined like the brightest star in the sky, even during the day. Now though I watched as she laid still in a hospital gown. Eyes closed. Breathing still normal. All I can do is watch her, I’m not a doctor, I can’t help.

This not being able to help is killing me. I picked at my nails as I listened to dings and bells happen outside the room. I just hope she wakes up. That’s all I can do is hope right?

Minutes turn into hours turn into days, and into weeks.

I can’t leave her here, and go home I’d feel horrible. So, I rent a room and visit her every day the nurses know my name now. And they let me stay past the visitor's time. Every day I come in and talk to her, talking to her is the only thing I can do. I talk to her about everything.

The tariff to the hospital, what’s been going on with ‘supernatural’, how much I miss her voice, and her bright filled with life eyes. I break every time I walk in, seeing her motionless body besides her chest moving up and down due to the machine.

“Y/n please, can you wake up for me?” I ask her everyday as I rub my thumbs against her knuckles. I get nothing in response. “Y/n I miss you so much. I don’t know what to do anymore. You’ve been like this for weeks now.” I say as I bring her hand up to my lips to kiss her knuckles.

“I don’t want you to go, not yet. I want to live a long, amazing life with you. You can’t leave me, not just yet.” I say a stray tear falling down my cheek. I get up and walk around her room, I turn the little TV on a low volume, but still the little bit of time that I do pay attention to the TV. It gives me peace of mind.

I know that sounds bad, but it gives me a sort of peaceful feeling. I know that I can sit with her and watch TV. I hope to god that she can hear me, I hope to god that she can hear me laugh and hear me talk to her.

I left the hospital room after the sun was deep behind the horizon. I drove for a few hours riding around the town that has now become my half way home. Please wake up. Just please wake up Y/n. That’s all I can keep thinking about. Her waking up, that’s all I want.

Days go by and I repeat the same process over again. I see her in the morning and stay for god known how long. I talk with her and we watch TV, and I leave when the sun is far gone from the sky. I’m trying to grab a rhythm here.

I trying to hold on to anything.

I sleep through the night for the first time in a while. But I’m awaken by my phone dinging. Groggily waking up and answering. “Hello?” I say trying to figure out what’s going on. I look over at the clock on the side table.

“Yes, this is Mr. Ackles correct?” The women ask in what seems like a rush. “Yes, that’s me. What’s this calls for its three in the morning right now.” I answer back. “Sir, Mrs. Ackles... Is awake sir.” She speaks. In the few moments of silence my heart breaks, reforms, shatters, my breathing becomes ragged, and then everything stops at once, when the rest of her sentence comes through my ears and into my brain.

“She... How long? Can I come now? Is she going to be, okay?” I asked in a rush now, understanding the rush of the first words that the women spoke to me. “Sir, you can come now yes, please. She’s asking for you.” “I’ll be there in ten minutes.” I said and clicked the call off.

She asking for me. I need to call Jared. Wait no I ‘ll call him after I see Y/n/ Y/n asking for me. She’s talking. She’s awake. Y/ns awake.

I quickly grab a pair of sweats and slip my shoes on grabbing my keys and phone along with my jacket. I slip into my car and drive off to the hospital. I’m there within eight minutes beating the time I told the nurse that called.

The ride on the elevator is slow, painful slow. The need to see Y/n boiling over the top of me as the doors open and I can see the ICU floor. I just slowly waked through the unit, and to her door.

You’d think that I’d be more excited knowing that she’s okay, and awake. But I’m scared that it isn’t real and she isn’t awake. That would be a cruel game that my mind could play on me.

I slide the glass door back, I can hear her voice, I can hear her giggle. I think... no I know that’s her laugh. I slowly walk through the thresh hold of her room. I take a deep breath and I start to want to cry. She’s laying up in the bed, no tubes to be seen, she’s got her color back in her face.

Y/n looks over and pulls her arms out reaching for a hug. I stand for a minute. “Baby you going to come over here and give me a hug?” she says. I smile and walk over to her, I grab at her hands first looking down at them, noticing her ring that’s still on her finger. I looked down at her, still smiling so much that my cheeks are starting to hurt.

“Hi.” I say as I hug her. “Hey cowboy, I still hurt a little, but hi back.” Y/n says. God it’s like nothing ever happens. She’s still her sassy self, she still smells like peaches and crème. Y/n is really here in my arms. “I miss you, Y/n.” I said keeping her in my grasp.

“I know, I heard you. I miss you too.” She says back. I release her and grab a chair to sit close with her. Instead, she grabs onto to my hand. “Sit up here with me, please.” Y/n says and how can I say no to her. So, I slip my shoes off, only know remembering that I’m in my sweats and whatever else I grabbed.

I settle next to her, my arm going under her head, and her head falls gracefully into my chest. God how much I missed doing this with her. “I think I could use another vacation again. What do you say?” She says looking up at me.

I smile again and laugh. “I could sure you a more minutes of just this with you.” I speak.

Completed: 04/01/2021

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jawritter · 3 years

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Just finished writing a Jensen Ackles x Plus Sized!Reader one shot and y’all...

#OMG #tooth rotting fluff #it's soooo fucking fluffy!!!#might be the fluffiest flanst I've ever flangsted #jensen ackles x reader

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negans-lucille-tblr · 5 years

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THIS CHALLENGE IS NOW CLOSED! YOU CAN FIND THE MASTERLIST HERE

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Not only is it my blog’s half birthday on the 18th of August (6 months old already! Aww!), but as you’ve probably just seen I’ve also just hit an incredible 2000 followers, which is just absolutely mind blowing!

Thank you so much everyone! I honestly love you all SO MUCH!

My last writing challenge went down so well, I thought I’d celebrate with another one!

So! Onto the challenge...

I’ve devised a list of 20 prompts that you can choose from (one person per prompt so be quick!) You can write whatever your little heart desires. Fluff, Angst, Smut, Flangst, Smangst whatever the heck else you can come up with.

Make it AU, not AU, realistic, unrealistic, in character, out of character, straight, gay, twosome, threesome, tensome if that floats your boat, consensual, non consensual…ok, you get where I’m going with this. Just tag accordingly and issue any trigger warnings. The only thing I will not read is Underage reader/age play, Destiel or Sabriel.

You can write for any of the following people…

JDM or one of his Characters (Negan, John Winchester, Jason Crouse, Max, etc etc)

Dean Winchester / Jensen Ackles

Sam Winchester / Jared Padalecki

Frank Castle / Jon Bernthal

Rules and prompts below...

RULES:

If you enter, you must be following me. This is a follower celebration after all :)

Romantic relationships with the above people only! Other characters can be in the fic, but not involved romantically.

If you wish to combine this with another challenge, go for it!

There is only one person per prompt so be quick! Send me an ASK with your chosen prompt to claim it!

Min word count 500 – Max word count 5000

If your fic is longer than a drabble – Please use the keep reading function, otherwise your fiction won’t be reblogged.

Your fiction must be reader insert. (Or person x Bee for extra points ;) )

The deadline is 1st of October 2019 but please shoot me an ask and let me know if you’re gonna need a little longer - life happens, I know!

Tag me in your fictions - in your authors notes. And use the hashtag #bees2kwritingchallenge - If I haven’t read and reblogged it within 48 hours, please send me a message with a link to it :)

Any questions, please do not hesitate to get in touch with me!

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I think I love you better now - @pink1031

I refuse to grow older unless it’s with you - @sister-winchesters99

Please don’t fall in love without me - @kittenofdoomage

So you’re a tough guy, like it really rough guy - @writethelifeyouwant

You must be my once in a lifetime - @simam12

Why can’t I say that I’m in love? - @pink1031

Don’t speak, just use your touch - @sweetness47

You don’t even know me at all, but I was made for loving you - @emilyshurley

He’s got the kind of heart that any girl would die for - @winchest09

There’s no way that we’re not going there, with the way we’re looking at each other - @genevievedarcygranger

In case you didn’t know, baby I’m crazy about you - @firefly-in-darkness

You’re half undressed and you’re saying call me up - @deanmonandnegansbitch

But in that moment he was mine - @markofdean79

He got to touch kiss and please me all night and day - @yoloblogger

You lift me up but then I fall apart - @thoughtslikeaminefield

Don’t worry, you’ll find yourself - @spnhollis

I can be the one you call when you’re feeling low - @peridottea91

How does she taste? Is it sweeter than mine was? - @wecantgiggleitsafandom

Boy, I adore you - @4point7

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years

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All of That and More

Summary: Dean comes home looking for the softness Y/N has to offer.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Implied smut, kissing, making out, mostly flangst.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 490

A/N: I've been missing Dean a lot lately, and I've seen some posts from friends who have been feeling the same. So, I just felt like writing this little drabble as a way for us to miss him less and also to give Dean the love he deserves!!

The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89

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I wake up as I feel the bed shift behind me.

"Dean?" I croak sleepily, turning my head to see him sliding in beneath the covers.

"Shh, go back to sleep, sweetheart, I didn't mean to wake you up." He says quietly.

"Not a chance." I whisper as I turn to face him and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him to me for a kiss.

He settles in next to me, his lips sealed to mine. After exchanging soft kisses for a couple minutes, he brushes my hair back from my face.

"God, I missed you, baby." He says in his honey-gravel voice.

I wrap my arm around his ribcage and run my hand up and down his beautifully sculpted back, reveling in the feel of his warm, taut skin under my fingers.

"I missed you too. How did the hunt go?"

He doesn't reply; he just buries his face in my neck and I have my answer.

I pull him tighter against me and he groans into the side of my neck. "Fuck me, you smell so good." He says, inhaling deeply and then attaching his lips to my pulse point.

I sigh softly and drop my head back so he can easily reach all the sensitive spots on my neck, the ones he knows will drive me crazy.

He pushes open the buttons on my pajama top and smooths one hand down my side and over the curve of my hip before coming up and resting his big palm on my breast, his fingers curling lightly, promising more.

"How tired are you, sweetheart?"

I arch into his hand and purr as I palm him through his boxer briefs. "I'm wide awake now."

His breath catches and his eyes flare with heat, but his smile is gentle and loving. "Let me tire you out again, then."

He definitely follows through on his promise, making love to me slowly and thoroughly, making up for lost time, and pushing me past the edge to bliss over and over until I am indeed exhausted, my limbs heavy and boneless.

I know too, that he's making something beautiful between us to try and erase the ugly things that linger in his mind from the hunt he won't talk about.

He will eventually talk, eventually tell me about what went down, maybe while he's cuddled up against me later, or maybe not for a couple days, when he'll randomly start talking to me about it as I sit in his lap in one of the wide library chairs.

But however long it takes, I won't push him. I learned a long time ago not to demand explanations from him. Dean needs to open up in his own time.

In the meantime, I can give him this, give him me - let him find solace and comfort in my body and in the magic we create together in the soft light of our bedroom.

I'm not a hunter, but I love one with all my heart, for all he is, for all he does, for all he gives, I will happily give him all of me.

He deserves all of that and more.

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impala-dreamer · 6 years

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Under The Texan Moon

SPN FanFic Drabble

~A tour of the new brewery leads to a night that won’t be soon forgotten.~

Jensen x Reader, Gen x Jared

864 Words

Warnings: Um… drinking? Idk. Nothing. It’s sad, I guess.

A/N: I was just minding my own business… and here we are. Hope you enjoy.

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We were just going on a trip; a quick weekend in Austin and a tour of the new brewery because, well, beer for one, and also it was hell of a lot cheaper than another con. The girls and I found a campground near by, rented an RV, and settled in for an awesome time.

The beer was delicious and plentiful, and we were more than enjoying the campus. It was beautiful. The countryside was gorgeous, and as we were all a little more than tipsy, we decided to camp it in the parking lot for a few hours until one of us was able to drive back. Amazingly, no one seemed to mind three drunken fangirls tailgating in on the gravel. No one said a word when we pulled out our lawn chairs and set up a drunken drum circle with me in the lead with my little backpack guitar.

Drunk and happy, we filled the emptying lot with the somewhat sweet sounds of any song I could remember how to play. The Cosmic Cowboy IPA had done wonders on my inhibitions, and my voice rang through the air.

Before long, we had company, and thank God we were drunk, because any other time we might have lost our cool. Jensen, Gen, and Jared appeared, having heard our party from inside, and deciding to join in for a while. Jensen greeted us all with a cold beer each, and we swallowed down our excitement, playing it cool as we pulled up some extra chairs for our new friends.

I don’t know how I kept it together, but the girls were helping, and when Gen started requesting songs, I couldn’t say no. Each love song that I could remember made her smile and lean her head on Jared’s shoulders. He would close his eyes and sigh, his arm tight around her as the night grew chilly. The love that flowed between them made it difficult for my fingers to remember the way, but bigger distraction came in the form of green eyes that never left my face. Each time I looked up, Jensen was there, staring, drinking me in. Our eyes would meet, drawn to each other as I sang about love and lust and longing, then rip apart as the chords died away.

He drank his beer, sitting back in his seat across from me, occasionally adding a bit of harmony when he knew the words, but I believe he was trying to stop my heart. His voice flowed from him effortlessly, and my vision would grow fuzzy as I struggled to keep my composure.

When my fingers were near to bleeding, I moved to lay my guitar down, and a giant hand scooped it up. Jared grinned when I told him to go for it, and I moved away from the group, stretching my legs and taking a breath of fresh air.

As Jared tentatively picked at the strings, Jensen escaped the party as well, finding me leaning against the camper in the shadows. He smiled and nodded towards the woods, and I shrugged, accepting his silent invitation.

We walked for a long while, talking of nothing, passing pleasantries that hid deeper questions. We spoke of work, and family, and music; simple questions and simple answers. Our words flowed freely and easily, and the laughter followed suit. He was charming and beautiful and all the things I had imagined. We walked closely in the dark, lit only by the moon above, occasionally bumping shoulders or brushing hands as we kicked our way down the dirt path between the trees.

When the forest parted, we found ourselves in a small clearing, the leaves around us breaking overhead to give us a clear view of the stars. I looked up with a smile and watched as faint clouds drifted across the moon. I tried to pick out Orion’s Belt, but the sky was different than home.

As I pondered the distance between Texas and my real life, Jensen sighed heavily next to me. I looked down from the heavens to find that he’s not looking at the stars, but at me.

I smile, caught off guard by his perfect face, wondering how in the world one man could be so beautiful. This close I could see everything, every line around his eyes, every crack in his lip, each freckle that dotted his cheek. As I stared, he moved; his hand raising to brush the hair back from my cheek. His finger lingers near my ear, skin on skin, hot and soft, and in that instant we imagine everything we could be if…

If…

If….

But there are too many ifs and too many reasons that it could never be.

His fingers fell from my cheek and he turned his eyes finally to the sky. I can see a drop of a tear in the green, but it’s nothing compared to what’s in my own eyes.

We walk back to the group, we say our goodbyes… and that’s the end.

That’s the night my heart ran away with Jensen Ackles.

I like to think I went home with his, but I guess, I’ll never know.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years

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Empty Space

Summary: The reader meets Jensen on the street after a near accident and the pair end up becoming best friends. After she goes through a bad breakup though, they start to find their own relationship might be on the rocks too...

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 8,300ish

Warnings: language, cheating (not Jensen), angst, fluff

“Thank you so much!” you said, clutching your coffee to your chest.

“No problem, Y/N,” he said with a laugh. You didn’t care at all how hard you were blushing as you turned and walked away. You’d just gotten a picture with Ryan freaking Reynolds, in Starbucks, and apparently you wore the same coat as his wife and he’d thought you were her from behind which was amazing in itself for your confidence and-

“Hey!” was shouted directly in your right ear, a hand grabbing your arm so hard you swore it’d bruised instantly. You felt a surge of panic at someone grabbing you, even though it was only four in the afternoon, the sun still out, people around on the city streets. You stumbled as you were dragged back into a chest and then a few more feet, your boots catching on the sidewalk, your coffee all over the ground. You turned around with wide eyes, finding a slightly pissed but concerned man with green ones staring back. “Don’t be walking straight into traffic.”

“What…” you trailed off, eyes ahead, the crosswalk light red, traffic moving quickly through the city street. You’d been so wrapped up in your own head you hadn’t even looked, hadn’t even peeled your eyes up from the ground. You glanced back up at him, spotting he was the only one standing at that intersection, his eyes less angry now. “T-Thanks.”

“Be more careful,” he said. You nodded and ducked your head down, rubbing your arm as you waited at the crosswalk. “Sorry.”

“Hm?” you asked, the man staring ahead.

“Sorry. If I grabbed you too hard. You were just...you were making a beeline right into...cars move a little faster on this side of town,” he said. “I didn’t really want to have to see that today.”

“Yeah, sorry,” you said. He nodded and you waited a few more seconds, the crosswalk giving you the go ahead. You took a deep breath before you went, the guy already taking off. You glanced right, immediately sprinting out into the crosswalk and grabbing his arm with both hands, yanking him backwards as fast as you could. He fell back on the pavement behind you, his coffee cup spilling all over next to yours. He glanced up as you saw a taxi blow through the red light. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” he breathed out, getting to his feet, brushing himself off, shaking his head. “I think the both of us should get the fuck away from this intersection.”

“No arguments from me,” you said, back on the sidewalk, the guy rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, it’s scary. I get it.”

“I’m Jensen,” he said with a soft smile.

“Y/N,” you said back.

“Well, Y/N. If you’re not too busy, I say we both go grab another cup of coffee and calm down for a minute,” he said.

“Yeah. I could do with that.”

Six Months Later

“Hey,” said Jensen when he answered his front door. You were still scowling, ducking under his arm and into his apartment, going straight to his freezer and grabbing some vanilla ice cream, shoving it on the counter. You grabbed a spoon from the drawer as Jensen closed up after you, eyeing you as you went to the cabinet he kept the booze in and grabbed some whiskey. You undid the top and poured yourself a double, knocking it back before putting it away. You took the ice cream and spoon over to his couch, peeling a blanket off the back and throwing it over yourself, quickly stabbing into it.

He hummed as he walked over, taking a seat beside you, watching as you angrily ate. You gave him a quick glance, a worried smile on his face.

“I take it your date with Marcus didn’t go well,” said Jensen.

“Stupid guys. Stupid, stupid, assholes,” you muttered, sighing when you looked at him. “Not all guys, just-”

“Oh, guys are assholes, trust me,” said Jensen. You set down your ice cream on the coffee table and leaned back against the couch, your bottom lip starting to wobble. “Come here, kiddo.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his side. Your face was hot as you felt the tears start to form, Jensen not saying a word as he kicked up his feet and threw on the TV to something quiet, shushing you as he rubbed your back. You cried less than you thought you would, Jensen never once pushing you to talk.

“I’m really glad I met you, Jay,” you said quietly, voice hoarse about fifteen minutes later.

“Me too,” he said, brushing one last tear from your cheek with his thumb.

“Marcus and I broke it off,” you sniffled. “He’s...he’s been seeing another girl for a while. A few months. He blamed the going long distance thing for work and it was nothing I really did but maybe if I’d-”

“He cheated on you. That was not your fault. You tried and talked everyday. He was the one always coming up with excuses,” said Jensen.

“I’m the one that moved up here for work though. It was only supposed to be for nine months. Nine here. Three there. I-”

“Not. Your. Fault,” said Jensen, a bit more sternly. You frowned but there was no way Jensen would ever for a second let you feel bad about this, even if you knew deep down Marcus had given up on the two of you months ago. You gave Jensen a quick smile and nod. He reached over and picked up the ice cream, holding out the spoon for you. “Does this mean I can be your wingman now? I’ve never gotten to see flirty, Y/N.”

“I don’t know how to flirt,” you said, taking a bite of ice cream, Jensen taking a scoop for himself before holding another out for you. “You do. Could...could you show me?”

“What? Y/N, let’s slow things down. You literally broke up with your boyfriend less than an hour ago. Let’s not go look for the rebound guy right now,” said Jensen.

“Yeah, I know. I’m hopeless,” you said. Jensen rolled his eyes, moving the ice cream back to the coffee table. “Hey. I wasn’t done.”

“You aren’t hopeless. I’m the one that’s hopeless,” he said with a laugh. “According to the internet I have a type. Look at my old girlfriends and I can’t even prove them wrong. I’m as stereotypical as the world thinks.”

“What the hell were you doing looking something like that up online? You had to have known it was only going to be mean comments,” you said.

“It was years ago. I don’t even look at comments on anything I post anymore,” he said. “Now I’m a professional third wheeler with Jared and Gen. Or worse. I go on ‘bro’ dates with my buddies who are all married or have kids or are at least in relationships,” he said, huffing as he slid back into his cushions. “Come here, we were making you feel better.”

Jensen pulled you into a big hug. You were a little surprised. He was open with you, more open than probably any other man you’d ever met but you were also his best friend. He talked about stuff with you, stuff that maybe he was a bit shy to share at first but he trusted you and you knew having Jensen’s trust was something special. He gave it out at a surface level to everyone. He expected to be shown that same general level of kindness and respect that everyone did. Jensen went a little above and beyond that at times when he gave it out but it was simply how he was raised and the good person he was. Most of the people he knew fell into this middle ground, they had trust but there was hesitancy, always a little on guard, not everything out in the open. Then there was the very small amount of people he actually let in all the way. It was almost exclusively his family apart from a few close friends, some he’d known since he was a kid.

The only reason you knew about this stuff was because he told you about it all once and how you didn’t fit in the neat little system. Somehow you got that trust immediately, almost like you snuck in or something without permission.

Still, there were things he didn’t talk about often like dating and the idea that Jensen ever had issue with his current love life or lack of one was something new to you.

“Good morning,” said Jensen. You sat up from the couch, a few blankets tossed over you, a pillow from his room where your head had been. You stretched and yawned, Jensen smirking as he worked in the kitchen. “Feeling any better?”

“Yeah. Just sucks getting cheated on. Thanks for letting me crash here last night,” you said. You excused yourself to the bathroom, returning to find a plate of pancakes set at one of the places on the counter.

“You tired yourself out crying again. I wouldn’t want you to drive home like that,” he said. You nodded and glanced down, Jensen bumping your shoulder when he took a seat next to you with his own plate. “Don’t go and get embarrassed on me, Y/N. You know I don’t care about that shit.”

“I know. I was hoping I’d wake up and be over the whole thing but I still feel crappy,” you said.

“You dated Marcus a long time. It’s going to hurt,” he said. “Just don’t start thinking this was your fault on me.”

“I mean...she is a lot prettier than me,” you said, thinking of the picture Marcus had showed you the night before. “He even said so. I mean, she really was and…”

Jensen put his fork down, a strange little growl coming from behind his closed lips.

“These pancakes are really good,” you said. He sighed, going back to his food, shoulders tense as he ate. You helped him clean up the pan but wanted to get out of there. Jensen was agitated and not bothering to hide it. You knew Fridays were normally long filming days for him and you had dropped by out of the blue at midnight when he’d probably just gotten home and he had a con to head to that afternoon and you probably ruined his one full night of sleep he’d get all week.

“Hey,” said Jensen when you made for the door and your shoes. You finished slipping them on, Jensen coming to a stop in front of you. “Marcus is a pig you realize. If the long distance thing got to him, he should have manned up and said so and broke it off like an adult. He went behind your back and cheated on you which is royally douchey and then he said this other chick was prettier than you? How small a sack does he have to do that? He wasn’t a good guy, Y/N and you honestly shouldn’t give a shit about what he said. I’ve seen a lot of ‘pretty’ girls with my job and everything. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met and I know that’s all you. Don’t believe what he said.”

“I...thanks, that means a lot right now,” you said, giving him a small smile.

“Gonna come to the con this weekend? I know you thought you had other plans but...it’d mean a lot if you did. Seattle is right next door,” he said. “My treat.”

“You’re not going to let me sit home and mope, are you,” you said.

“Not unless you really want to,” he said.

“Alright. Text me the plan later and I’ll see you tonight,” you said.

“Awesome. I can’t wait.”

“Hey, Y/N,” you heard. You spun around in the lobby area, Cliff giving you a wave. “Drive down okay?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Jensen said I can crash in his room so I don’t have to drive back tonight.”

“I know,” he said with a smirk, handing over a key card.

“I sort of broke things off...well I guess my boyfriend broke up with me last night. Jensen’s just keeping an eye on me. You know how much he worries about stuff,” you said.

“Sorry to hear that kiddo. He mentioned you might be a little bummed out. Probably why he has a surprise for you,” said Cliff. You tilted your head but Cliff just smiled. “I’ll be down here when you’re ready to go see the guys.”

“Just give me two minutes to drop off my bag. I’ll be right back,” you said. You quickly went up the elevator, finding Jensen’s room at the end of the hall. You set your bag down on the empty queen bed, fixing your hair in the bathroom for a minute, forcing a smile on your face.

You were going to have some fun tonight, no matter what. You grabbed your purse and phone and headed back down to the lobby, Cliff showing you past the security and into the green room.

“Hey!” was greeted to you, a loud chorus coming from Jensen’s friends. You didn’t spot him in there but saw Jared, getting a quick hug from him.

“Hey, pipsqueak,” he said, rubbing your arm. “How you feeling?”

“Alright,” you said, Jared nodding. “You?”

“Pretty good,” he said, pulling you aside. “I got to find out second hand from Jensen? Really?”

“Jare,” you said quietly, glancing down.

“Marcus is an idiot,” said Jared softly, giving you a kind smile. “It’s probably for the best though.”

“I thought he loved me,” you mumbled.

“You don’t do that to people you love. You got people that actually do right here,” he said.

“You guys are my friends. It’s different and you know that,” you said.

“Alright, alright,” said Jared, sighing as he gave you a big squishing hug. “But we do love you.”

“Yeah,” you said, Jared releasing you when you saw Jensen walk in the room, your eyebrows raising. “What are you wearing, Ackles?”

“Clothes, dufus,” said Jensen, chuckling when he walked over to you. “Drive down okay?”

“Mhm,” you said, Jensen smirking when you cocked your head at him. “Leather jacket?”

“I wear a leather jacket sometimes,” he said, that smirk still plastered on his face.

“Jensen’s playing rockstar tonight,” said Jared. You raised an eyebrow and Jensen rolled his eyes. “Did he forget to mention that?”

“Yeah,” you said, cocking your head as Jared wandered off. “You’re like a triple threat, aren’t you, Jens?”

“Oh, my dancing is appalling and I can’t really sing,” said Jensen, rubbing the back of his neck. “Acting’s all I got at this point.”

“Oh, is that all?” you teased, looking him up and down. “You look different.”

“Bad different?” he said, a flicker of something crossing his face.

“No. Sorry. I guess I forget you’re like, a hot guy sometimes,” you said. You blinked a few times, Jensen doing the same. “I’m sorry. That came out horrible. I-”

“It’s okay, Y/N. I know I’m hot stuff,” said Jensen, Jared snorting from close by. “Just have a good time tonight, alright?”

“Hey,” said Jensen when you got back from the late dinner after the concert. You lifted your head up from the couch in the hotel room where you’d placed a pillow and some sheets, Jensen kneeling down in front of you in his pajamas. “You okay? You’ve been off all night.”

“I’m tired is all, Jens,” you said, closing your eyes with a smile, turning away from him. You heard him shuffle and the edge of the couch dipped, Jensen taking a seat on the small unused portion.

“If you don’t want to be here, you don’t have to. I can ask Cliff to drive you and your car home. You don’t have to stay,” he said, resting a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” you said quietly.

“Sorry about what?” he asked. You glanced over your shoulder, his face so genuinely innocent and curious you shook your head. “Come on. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Maybe that’s why Marcus broke up with me. I’m stupid and overreact to little shit I shouldn’t,” you said. You pulled your covers over your head and brushed off Jensen when he tried to touch you again. He sighed and you felt him move away.

A few moments later, you heard the room light switch on and your covers were yanked away. You spun around and looked up, Jensen scowling as he tossed the sheets over to his bed.

“Get up,” he said. You shook your head, never seeing him look at you like that before. He softened his face a hair and held out a hand. “Please get up.”

“Why?” you asked quietly.

“Because we have to go somewhere, that’s why,” he said, opening and closing his hand. “Please?”

After a second you stood up, Jensen taking hold of your hand gently, urging you to slip on your shoes. He grabbed his sweatshirt and your spare room key, tucking them both under his arm before shoving his own key card in his sweatpants. He didn’t bother with his shoes, simply left the room with you and started to walk down the hall. You rounded a corner and walked some more before Jensen lightly knocked on a door. You looked up at him, Jensen giving you a smile when the door opened.

“Hey,” mumbled Jared, mostly behind the door, probably in his underwear. You turned around, Jensen giving him a smile too.

“Put on some pants. Someone’s having her first sleepover,” said Jensen. You raised an eyebrow, Jared wearing a sad smile for a brief moment. He ducked inside and returned wearing some sweatpants, opening the door for the two of you to enter.

Jensen dropped your hand away and handed you the sweatshirt and card, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“What-”

“Jared’s going to talk to you for a little while and then we can talk after if you want, okay?” asked Jensen.

“I don’t really understand what’s going on,” you said.

“Jensen and I came to an arrangement after a few years back,” said Jared. “He ever gets scared, I ever get scared, we have a ‘sleepover’ or late night talk or whatever you want to call it and talk it out.”

“I’m still lost.”

“Get up on the bed, kiddo,” said Jared softly.

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “What the hell is this? You two bringing me here in the middle of the night…”

“Y/N. You must have said something that scared Jensen. I don’t know what, but you did and it was obviously something that made him think I should get involved so take a second to relax and just sit down,” said Jared.

“Well what exactly did I say?” you said, crossing your arms at Jensen.

“You’ve been saying so many mean things about yourself since last night. You don’t talk like that and I know part of it’s the breakup but even before the concert you were weird around me and I just want to make sure you’re okay,” he said.

“It’s called a bad breakup, Jensen,” you scowled. “For fuck’s sake, not everyone and everything is your responsibility.”

“I just-”

“You just overreacted to a few comments. You know what? I think I will take you up on your offer. I’m going home.”

Sunday Night

“Yeah?” you said, answering the intercom at your apartment.

“Jensen is here to see you,” said your doorman.

“Tell him to leave. I don’t want to speak to him in case he didn’t get the message. If he comes back, turn him away,” you said.

“Yes, Ms. Y/L/N.”

Saturday Night

“Hey, Y/N,” said your boss, pulling you away from one conversation and to another. You hated these networking things but you also knew he was trying to help you find a job after your current show ended this season.

You sighed when he pulled you over to speak to a few producers on a different network. It was going well for a while until they mentioned the show they worked on and they pulled one of their lead actors over as he was walking by.

“Y/N, this is Jensen. He plays Dean on the show,” said one of the guys, Jensen giving you a nod.

“We’ve met,” he said cooly. You shouldn’t have been surprised by the reaction. Monday night you got in a big fight over text and basically told him to never speak to you again. You weren’t some thing for him to fix or feel sorry for. You didn’t need the “perfect boy” in your life anyways.

Not to mention telling him he was right that there was something wrong with him for still being single at his age probably ruined that friendship forever. It was a low move and not true but he hadn’t shut up about trying to figure out what happened between the two of you. He’d pushed too much and you'd still been upset over Marcus and if he wasn’t getting that, it was his fault.

He hadn’t spoken a word to you since.

“Y/N might be joining the team next year if we can convince her to stay up here for the winter again. She’s originally from Texas too in fact,” said the guy.

“Not sure we want someone with not a lot of experience in the production office. I mean, it’s a pretty important position for next year, last year and all,” said Jensen. You glared at him, ready to spit something out completely unprofessional when your night got even worse.

“Hey!” said Marcus, butting into the conversation with his new girlfriend on his arm. “Kevin, long time no see.”

“Yeah, haven’t been down in LA for awhile, didn’t know you were in town,” said Kevin, Marcus giving you a nod. “You two know each other?”

“Oh, yeah. Y/N and I used to date,” said Marcus, brushing you off. “This is Veronica. She’s a model.”

“Of course she is,” you mumbled to yourself. You tried to back out of the conversation but your boss kept reeling you back in.

“Y/N, I think maybe next week we could get together, have a more formal conversation about next season plans?” said one of the producers. Marcus chuckled, everyone’s heads turning to him.

“You want to hire her?” said Marcus. “You’d be better off with a trained monkey.”

“Excuse me?” you shot back, Jensen looking back and forth between you and Marcus.

“Let’s just say, she didn’t get her first job through talent,” said Marcus with another laugh. “Better off leaving this one alone unless you want to leave her around for her looks which...well let’s just say she was more put together in LA.”

You were pretty sure you’d never felt more humiliated and angry and your boss didn’t stop you when you tried to go. You only made it a few steps though when you heard Jensen’s voice.

“Well let’s just say, you’re a cheating piece of shit that’s going to apologize to Y/N and then never speak to her again, or else I’m going to have the satisfaction of beating your face in,” said Jensen.

“You’re the asshole that stole someone’s girlfriend, dude,” said Marcus. Jensen chuckled and got in Marcus’ face.

“I was her friend. I am her friend, her best friend and you ought to show her some respect,” said Jensen. “I don’t know what the fuck you drilled into her head but you never deserved her in the first place.”

You walked away after that, not wanting to see the rest. After a few minutes in the bathroom, you cleaned yourself up, your boss right outside when you finished, apologizing to you. You shook it off and made an excuse to leave early. You bumped into one of the producers on the way out and they made you promise to come have that conversation the next week and to ignore Marcus. They weren’t that kind of show that tolerated that sort of thing. You nodded and got out of there, nearly getting a cab when a text popped up.

You’re still my best friend.

You smiled and closed your eyes before you responded.

Mine too. You deserve a better one than me though. You never did anything wrong, I did.

“Y/N,” you heard after a minute. You turned around and saw Jensen walking over to you from the event, coming to a stop in front of you. “We got to talk.”

“No, we don’t,” you said, rubbing your hand against your eyes. “I was a bitch.”

“Well I was a dick,” said Jensen. “So we’re even.”

“No, we’re not,” you said.

“What happened?” he said. “At the concert.”

“I don’t know why you’re my friend,” you said.

“Y/N I want to know what happened when-”

“That’s what happened. I made that comment and I sort of realized how good looking you are, not that I’m blind, but I always just saw you as my best friend, Jensen, and it made me think. I didn’t understand why someone like you with your life and friends and everything would ever want to be my friend. I kept coming up with the same answer and it was because you felt sorry for me,” you said.

“I’ve never felt sorry for you, Y/N. I’m sorry you were cheated on and I’m sorry that just happened in there. I’m sorry I overreacted and brought Jared into it because I honestly wasn’t sure of the right thing to say at that moment and I was afraid saying the wrong thing would cause something bad to happen. I’m sorry you don’t see yourself the way I see you, the way other people do. But I’ve never felt sorry for you, Y/N,” he said.

“See? You’re perfect and I’m the bitch that-”

“Don’t call yourself a bitch,” said Jensen.

“I never meant what I said about there being something wrong with you, Jensen,” you said. He nodded and smiled.

“I know. I knew when you said it but I got pissed and stopped talking to you when I shouldn’t have. Let’s be friends again, alright?”

“Alright,” you said quietly.

“Now that we’re talking again, want to get out of here and away from the douchebag?” he asked.

“I uh, think I should go back in and try to salvage my career,” you said.

“Our producers know that Marcus was just saying that stuff to mess with you. I already talked to them about it,” he said.

“I’m just going to go home then,” you said. “I’ll uh, talk to you soon.”

You got a text that Jensen was in your lobby of your building the next day. You sighed and let him up, Jensen walking into your apartment a few minutes later.

“Hey,” he said, peeling off his backpack and taking off his sweatshirt. You glanced over at him for a moment before you went back to staring out the window on the couch. He was quiet as he came over and took a seat next to you, lifting up your head and letting it rest in his lap. “Y/N.”

“I’m sorry I was so mean to you,” you mumbled.

“Honey, we already talked about this last night,” he said, rubbing his hand over your head. “It’s okay. I forgive you.”

You shrugged and buried your face in his leg, Jensen continuing to run his hand over your head gently.

“You must think I’m a joke,” you said.

“I think my best friend is hurting,” he said. “Rough week and all.”

“It’s not just a rough week,” you said, glancing up at him.

“I know,” he said.

“No. You really don’t. I get a certain way sometimes. It hasn’t happened in such a long time and now I feel like I’m slipping back into that place,” you said.

“I know,” he said.

“No. I’m saying-“

“I’m saying I get it, honey. I do. So I’m going to stay, alright?” he asked. You tilted your head up at him, ignoring how you must have appeared. Since when did he call you honey? And how could he possibly know? No one had ever noticed. Your whole life people thought you were happy and successful. They’d never realized part of it was a front.

But somehow this guy...he was looking down like you’d spilled every bad feeling, every bad thought, you’d had your entire life.

And he was going to stay.

“Okay,” you said quietly. Jensen hummed and moved his feet up onto the other end of the couch, sitting in silence with you.

You blinked open your eyes an hour later, stretching and curling your face into the warm thing that was next to your face. Jensen chuckled and you remembered he was there, it was his body that felt cuddly and nice beside you.

“Have a good nap?” he asked. You didn’t respond and he put his hands on your shoulders, sitting you upright. “How about some lunch?”

“I’m not all that hungry,” you said, rubbing your eyes. When you looked at him again he looked sad. “I guess I could eat something.”

“Good girl,” he said, kissing your forehead as he stood up.

“Jensen?” you asked while he stretched out, heading for the kitchen. “What are you doing?”

“Taking care of you?” he said gently. You scrunched up your face, opening your mouth a few times as you searched for the right words.

“Why?” you finally said.

“Because you’d be doing the same for me. We’re there for each other,” he said, smiling at you. “What would you like to eat? I’m cooking.”

“I don’t care,” you said.

“I’ll make something yummy,” he said. “Promise.”

“Hey, I’m going to head home if that’s alright. I can stop by before work,” said Jensen at the end of the day.

“You don’t have to,” you said. “Come check on me I mean. I feel much better.”

“Oh,” he said.

“Jens. Thanks for hanging out with me today. Really,” you said. “After the past week and everything...thanks.”

“No problem,” he said softly. “I’ll text you tomorrow sometime.”

“Thanks, Jensen.”

“Hey, Jared,” you said a few days later.

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up?” asked Jared from the other end of the line.

“You heard from Jensen lately?” you asked.

“Just saw him get dropped off at home about ten minutes ago. He said you guys are talking again. We were starting to get worried for a minute there,” he said. You hummed, Jared tsking you. “What’s up?”

“I haven’t heard from him since Sunday is all and he’s not responding to me. At all. I was...Sunday wasn’t so great for me. I’m kind of nervous that maybe he was just being polite and all and he doesn’t actually…want to be friends anymore. He won’t answer me,” you said.

“He’s been off all week,” said Jared after a moment. “He doesn’t want to talk about it, whatever it is.”

“So he doesn’t want-“

“No, I mean off like he’s sad about something. You know this stuff with Jensen. It’s all subtle. Why don’t you swing by his place, check on him. I’m sure he’d appreciate it,” said Jared.

“Are you sure he wants to see me? I don’t want to piss him off,” you said.

“I’m sure he does. Go see him. Try to cheer him up,” he said.

“Alright. Thanks, Jare.”

You’d been sitting in the lobby of Jensen’s building for ten minutes before the doorman finally waved you over and up.

“Sorry for the wait, Ms. Y/L/N. You can go on up,” he said.

You hummed and rode the elevator up, exiting and rounding the corner to a quiet hall, coming to a stop outside Jensen’s door. You knocked and waited, knocking again when you heard nothing.

“Come on, Jens,” you muttered. A minute later the door half opened, Jensen scowling at you. “Hey grumpy.”

“What,” he said dryly. You tilted your head, his hair ruffled and he wasn’t wearing a shirt as far as you could tell.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize you had a friend over,” you said.

“It’s just me but thanks for assuming,” he scowled again.

“You just look...are you okay?” you asked.

“Dandy. I was trying to get some sleep so if you don’t mind-“

“It’s not even seven, Jensen,” you said. “What’s-“

“Could you just go away?” he said.

“What is your problem? Why are you avoiding me?” you asked.

“Go. Away,” he growled.

“No,” you said, brushing past him and into his apartment. You spun around, Jensen in a pair of sweats as he stalked over to you.

“Get out before I throw you-“

“Are you sick?” you asked. “You get grumpy when you’re sick.”

“I’m not sick,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Well you’re acting weird and-“

“Get out of my house!” he said, throwing up his hands. “Just stay away from me. Stop talking to me.”

“I...I’m sorry,” you said. “For Sunday. For everything. I knew you weren’t in a great place either and I’m sorry I leaned on you like that. I won’t do it again. I promise. We can still be friends. Can’t we?”

“You don’t even realize…” he said with a laugh, waving you off.

“Realize what?”

“You drive me insane sometimes, I swear. You date the douchebag from hell, you constantly think you aren’t doing well at your job and are beneath everyone else, you order the freaking salad every time we go out with other people and nobody eats the fucking salad for dinner, Y/N. You have one bad day where you got supported the way you needed and you think that was wrong? Like I don’t even know how to describe how infuriating that is and then there’s the-“

“Jensen!” you said, cutting him off, Jensen taking a deep breath. “What is going on with you?”

“Maybe it’s just a tad aggravating being your friend, you know. I need you a hell of a lot more than you need me,” he said. He took off down the hall for his bedroom and slammed the door shut.

You waited a moment for him to calm down before you tried the door, thankfully finding it unlocked. He was on his bed, pillow over his face. You took a seat on the edge, finding one of his hands and holding it. He tensed up, almost pulling away before he stopped himself.

“Why do you think I don’t need you?” you asked softly.

“You didn’t want me to check on you anymore,” he said.

“Jensen,” you said, giving his hand a squeeze. “I didn’t need you to come and physically check on me that day. That does not mean you can’t come over and do it if you want to though. I was only trying to say I was in a better place and I didn’t need it. I only got better because you were there for me.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he mumbled under the pillow. You tore it off his face, tossing it on the other side of the bed. “Just go, Y/N. I had a long day is all. It’s fine.”

“Yeah. You’re the epitome of fine, aren’t you,” you said. You stood up and went to his closet, grabbing a Henley and a clean pair of sweatpants off the shelf. You handed them to him, Jensen raising an eyebrow. “Go take a shower. You have fake blood under your chin and you smell like sweat. Go.”

“What-“

“Just do what I said, Ackles,” you said, shoving the clothes in his arms. He grumbled but stood and went to the bathroom. You waited until you heard the shower head turn on to head to the kitchen. He didn’t have much food but you found enough to whip up a few omelettes.

He left his bedroom about ten minutes after you sent him to clean up. He was still giving you the stink eye as he took a seat at the counter.

“What are you doing?” he said as you sat a glass down in front of him.

“My best friend feels shitty so I’m taking care of him,” you said.

“You’re so annoying,” he mumbled, taking a bite of his food. You left it at that, making sure he got some hot food in him, Jensen rubbing his eyes when he finished.

“Let’s watch a little TV before you head to bed,” you said.

He sighed but went to the couch without prompting that time. After cleaning up, you joined him, Jensen staring at you when you sat right next to him.

“Close enough?” he said.

“Uh huh,” you said, giving him a hug. He nearly pulled out of it but he finally relented and rested his head on your shoulder. “Hugs make everything better.”

“Can I be honest?” he said after a few minutes.

“Of course,” you said, Jensen sitting back some.

“I don’t know what I did wrong. I think maybe I was too picky but then I think I wasn’t. I mean, if you’re my best friend, you’d tell me what I’m doing wrong, right?” he asked.

“Sure. What are we talking about though?” you asked.

“What you said last week. Why I’m single. Do I just screw it up like how I overreacted? I mean-“

“I am so sorry I said that to you. I was trying to be mean for no reason. That’s all. Any girl would be lucky to have you,” you said. “Is that why you’re so upset? Jensen, you have got to believe me when I say I was lying. It wasn’t true. At all.”

“But it is,” he said, shaking his head at you. “I mean, you never even noticed.”

“Noticed what?” you asked.

“See?” he said.

“See what?”

“I like you. You never noticed,” he said.

“Jensen,” you said, biting your bottom lip. “Do you remember what Marcus said about you stealing people’s girlfriends? Do you realize why he was acting so inappropriate in front of you and your producers? He thought I was in love with you, Jensen.”

“Me?” he scoffed.

“Yeah, you. Dork,” you said, smiling at him. “I mean...Jensen. I like you. We’re best friends. It’s always been easy up until the last few weeks. Maybe it was so easy because I was always with someone else and now that I’m not...it’s harder to know where the friendship part stops...or if it stops.”

“Oh,” he said after a moment, giving you a nod. “I...I need a minute.”

“Okay,” you said. He stood up and walked over to the hall, pausing a moment.

“I think...I think you should go home and we can both sleep on it. I’ll stop over your place after work tomorrow,” he said.

“Alright,” you said, heading for his front door, waiting for him to get there to lock up after you. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I hope.”

“You will. Promise.”

It was almost ten at night and you weren’t sure whether to be pissed or upset. If he wanted to flake then fine. You knew you’d hurt him and he had every right to want to not talk anymore. He could have at least told you that’s what was happening though.

You were ready to crawl into bed when your buzzer rang.

“Jensen is here to see you,” said the doorman.

“Let him up. I might not send him back in one piece as a warning,” you said.

Two minutes later you were opening your door, Jensen smiling as you answered. He had his backpack and a bag in one hand, his other arm in a black sling.

“What…” you said, spotting a bruise on his cheek.

“Tried to do a stunt myself today. I sort of fucked it up if you couldn’t tell,” he said.

“Jensen…” you said, taking the bags from him. He walked a little slowly to your kitchen, pointing at the bag.

“Can I have that? It’s my dinner,” he said. “Sorry I didn’t call. My mom wouldn’t let me off the phone for freaking ever. Remind me to put you as my emergency contact at work in the morning.”

“Are you okay?” you asked, Jensen flipping open a styrofoam lid and digging in.

“Yeah. Just took a hard fall. Dislocated my shoulder. It’ll be fine,” he said. “My dumbass ego is bruised much worse.”

“We don’t have to do this tonight if…” you trailed off, Jensen shaking his head.

“To quote my mother, which is why I’m so late so blame her, I have a little problem with transitioning from friendship to relationship. Apparently my seventh grade girlfriend is something my parents still discuss,” he said.

“They do. What about,” you said, hopping onto the counter, giving him a moment to shovel some food in his mouth.

“See that girl, she’d been my friend since like first grade. She was probably my first real crush. She told me we were dating one day and I was like awesome. But that’s because it was cool to do back then and it didn’t mean much you know? Apparently, I told my dad I really liked this girl and blah blah and he asked if I’d kissed her yet. I was like, no, cause I apparently got this thing where I don’t like to take certain risks. Long story short, the girls they always thought I really liked, the ones I was friends with...I never wanted to risk more with them. Understand?” he asked.

“But you’ve had girlfriends,” you said.

“Yeah and some were friends first but not those friends that I like really trusted. Basically I was told to grow a pair and ask you out,” you said. “That was my dad, not my mom. Apparently I also talk about you so much, they already thought we were dating so…time to stop being shy. You want to do this?”

“You about had a meltdown last night and I just got out of a unhealthy relationship,” you said.

“That about sums it up,” he said, holding up a forkful of food to you. “This is really good. Want some?”

“No thank you. So one phone call with your parents and you’ve got everything figured out now,” you said.

“Had it figured out before but I was scared. Not anymore,” he said. “Today’s my lucky day.”

“Yes clearly,” you said, waving up and down at him.

“Could have been much worse. I say we dive right in head first,” he said. You closed your eyes and sighed.

“We should-”

The floor creaked just as you felt lips brush over yours, soft and slow, meeting yours for a long few seconds. You blinked open your eyes when it was over, Jensen smiling at you.

“You were right. We definitely should have kissed,” he said, cocking his head.

“Do that again,” you said after a minute.

He leaned in and kissed you again, not pulling as far away this time.

“The fact that I’m not as embarrassed as I should be for my behavior yesterday is saying something,” he said.

“You had a bad day. You’re allowed to have those,” you said.

“So are you,” he said. “And we had them and we were both there for each other.”

“You’re not a stunt guy,” you said, ghosting your fingers over his cheek. “Don’t do that again.”

“I’ll do my best not to,” he said.

“Promise,” you said.

“I promise,” he said.

“Good.”

He didn’t move away, only stood there watching you. You lifted your chin up, allowing yourself to get a good look at him.

“It’s late. Why don’t you crash here,” you said. “We can figure out the rest in the morning.”

Six Months Later

“You want to grab lunch?” asked Jensen at the end of the production meeting.

“Sure,” you said. You hopped up and we’re halfway down the hall with him when you bumped into Marcus.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, giving you a nod. “You look good.”

“Aren’t you that asshole from the party?” said one of the other producers, rolling his eyes as walked past.

“Anyways…” said Marcus. “I’ve got a job interview. Movie on the other end of the lot.”

“Good for you,” you said.

“So things didn’t pan out with me and what’s her face. I think the long distance thing was wearing on me, us both, and we both said some things we didn’t mean back in the day,” he said.

“Oh,” you hummed, Jensen biting his bottom lip to stop from laughing.

“I’ll be in town for a while. Maybe you want to try again?” he asked.

“Sorry. I sort of have a boyfriend. One that doesn’t cheat on me and doesn’t speak to me how you did,” you said.”Apparently I’m also pretty. Guess what? Girls like to be told that. A little advice for next time.”

“This dick? He’s out of your league,” said Marcus.

“I’m out of hers to be honest. But it must be lonely playing tee ball all by yourself huh champ?” said Jensen with a smirk. “Next time you disrespect her like that again, I’d watch out. She really doesn’t like you.”

“Goodbye, Marcus. Good luck with your interview,” you said, grabbing Jensen’s hand and walking away.

“That was tamer than I was expecting,” he said.

“Oh, the idiot put me down as a character reference. They called a few days ago,” you said.

“What’d you tell ‘em?”

“He’s a pretty good AD. I left it at that and avoided the character questions. I’m done with him,” you said. “Where do you want to go to lunch?”

“Want to grab a bite down the block?” he asked. You hummed and followed him outside, walking there on the fall day. You were almost off the set when you saw Jared run up to you both, a big smile on his face. “Yes, you can come, Jared.”

“Where we going? I want a burger,” he said, taking off in front of the two of you.

“Well lead the way then, buddy,” teased Jensen, running his thumb over the back of your hand. “You’ve been talking about getting a puppy. This is what it’ll be like you realize.”

“Yeah but a puppy is cute and fluffy and actually you may have a point. At least this puppy we can return home at the end of the day,” you said.

“I can hear you two,” muttered Jared.

“Yes you can! Good boy,” teased Jensen, Jared groaning. “Alright, alright.”

Jared walked a bit faster than the two of you, Jensen giving you a smile.

“We should have him over tonight, make that dish he really likes. He’s been off this morning,” he said.

“I noticed too. Ease up on the teasing some,” you said. “Or tease me. He thinks it’s cute.”

“It is cute,” he said, squeezing your nose. “Got your nose.”

“Dork,” you said, Jensen squishing your cheeks before he remembered you were in public.

“Sorry,” he said, a rare moment of shyness on his face. It’d been a while since he got that way with you anymore. He wasn’t big on PDA but it was nice to see him forget and act like a goof sometimes.

“You’re still cute you know,” you said. “I mean, no Ryan Reynolds…”

“Shut up or I’m making you watch Deadpool again,” he said.

“Not as much of a punishment as you think,” you said, bumping his hip with you own. “Cutie.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll admit it. I’m adorable,” he said, holding your hand. “Let’s grab some lunch.”

“Whatever you say, Jensen.”

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writethelifeyouwant · 2 years

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Wincest (+Others) Masterlist

A Very French Mistake

Summary: Dean is magically transported by Balthazar to the alternate reality where Supernatural is a TV show, and Sam and Dean are played by Jared and Jensen. Everything about the experience is a rude awakening. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Jared Padalecki Rating: 18+ Warnings/Tags: Pseudo-Incest, But not really because Jared isn’t Sam, but also Dean has incestuous thoughts, Dub-Con, Somnophilia, Role Playing, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex Word Count: 2.3k (oneshot)

Alpha and Omega

Summary: Amara wants to thank Dean by giving him the thing he needs most – Sam – but she knows the boys are stubborn, so she’s going to have to be creative. Problem is, she doesn’t tell Dean or Sam what she’s put in motion, and magic can be unpredictable. Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Sam Rating: 18+ Tags: A/B/O, Darkness magic, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Sam, Dub-Con (magic hallucination sex), heat out of control, Dub-Con (biological necessity), little bit of meta (cuz why not), Sam’s a needy mess, Dean is possessive af Word Count: 7.3k (double shot)

Always With the Scissors

Summary: He knows it makes him sound a little creepy... okay, a lot creepy – okay, he is actually a full-on creep – but he never cums harder than he does when he's inside a girl his little brother's just fucked. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader / Dean Winchester x Reader / Sam x Dean Rating: 18+ Tags: sloppy seconds, voyeurism, angst, objectification of women, slut shaming, dirty talk, cum play, pining!Dean Word Count: 2.9k (oneshot)

Baby

Summary: On their trip to Oregon, Sam had been dropping some pretty big hints that he's looking for something more in his life, someone else to share it with. Dean has always felt like they were that person for each other, and now it finally sounds like Sam is catching up. Pairing: Sam x Dean Rating: 13+ Tags: first kiss, flangst, brothers being idiots Word Count: 1.8k (oneshot)

Could be longer

Summary: Dean and Sam go shopping and wind up in a sex store.Pairing: Sam x Dean Rating: 18+ Tags: sex store, sex toys, dirty talk Word Count: 1.2k (oneshot)

Dean and Crowley’s Summer of Love

Summary: Sam wants his brother back, and Crowley’s willing to make a deal. Pairing: Wincest / Mooseley Rating: 18+ Tags: crack, omegaverse, Alpha!Crowley, Omega!Sam, Demon!Dean, mentions of Wincest Word Count: 650 (drabble)

Dirty Dancing

Summary: Dean buys Sam a lap dance for as a surprise his eighteenth birthday, but when Sam arrives back at the motel room and finds Pamela and Dean waiting for him, there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding. Dean’s booked a little more than just a lap dance, and now the boys are in for a night they’ll never forget. Pairing: Dean x Sam x Pamela / Dean x Sam Rating: 18+ Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha!Pamela, Unpresented!Sam, Omega!Dean, Sam is 18, Happy Birthday Sam, Dean buys Sam a lap dance, Dean has a voyeur kink, Voyeurism, Lap Dance, Stripping, Prostitution, Dry Humping, P in V, Masturbation, P in A, Knotting, First Time Word Count: 5.1k (oneshot)

Dive Bar

Summary: After a one night stand with a random college chick turns into a threesome that also featured his little brother, Dean- well, frankly, he panics. What’s even worse than gay panicking? Gay incest panicking. Luckily, Sam winds up being a little more cool about the whole thing than Dean ever would have imagined. Pairing: Dean x Sam [Dean x OFC (Dany) x Sam (brief) / Sam x Brady (past) / Sam x OMC (Chase) (brief)] Rating: 18+ Tags: angst, mutual pining, gay panic, incest panic, stubborn idiots, coming to terms with sexuality, alcohol, cheesy flirting, slow burn, bi!Sam, bi-curiosity, masturbation, oral sex, anal sex, threesome, M/F/M, Dom!Sam, Sub!Dean (kinda), top!Sam, bottom!Dean Word Count: 31.5k

Dog Dean Afternoon

Summary: The spell worked a little differently than they’d anticipated. Pairing: Sam x Dean (as a dog) Rating: 18+ Warnings: Bestiality Tags: Established Wincest, weirdly fluffy start, then it all goes downhill pretty fast from there, bottom Sam, top Dean, dog!Dean, Sam has a bestiality kink, dirty talk, knotting, dead dove do not eat Word Count: 2.8k

Fallen

Summary: Sam was sick of being on hunter’s probation, and Dean agrees to finally let him off the hook and let him have a bit more prerogative – make what they have more of a partnership. But now that Sam’s kicked off the training wheels, he remembers something else Dean told him he could do when he grew up, and now he can’t get it out of his head. Pairing: Sam x Dean Warnings: Incest, Brief allusion to suicide, memory of underage kiss Tags: wincest, mutual pining, idiot brothers, trust issues, angst, guilt, kissing Word Count: 1,105

Family Affairs

Summary: When Y/N turns eighteen, it’s time for her to be introduced to the family business their father abandoned them with. Unfortunately, Sam and Dean have different ideas about how best to use her talents, and Y/N isn’t sure she likes either option. Pairing: Dean x Sister!Reader x Sam Rating: 18+ Tags: Dark, PornStar AU, Grooming, Incest, References to underage witnessing of sexual acts/watching of porn, Prostitution Word Count: 11.1k

Free Use

Summary: A one night stand with a handsome stranger turns into a much longer term arrangement. Pairing: Wincest x Reader Warnings: incest (brothers), implied captivity/non con Tags: one night stand, blow job, fingering, daddy kink, car sex, tattoos, free use WC: 1,000

Good Influence (Part 3)

Summary: Jody thinks having Sam and Dean around is a good influence on Claire and Alex. Claire has stopped acting so aggressively and Alex is starting to come out of her shell a little more; if only she knew the real reason why… Pairing: Dean x Claire x Alex x Sam Tags: Wincest, Daddy Kink, first lesbian experience, lots of making out, voyeurism, everyone is subby af for Dean, especially Sam, Claire is a slut, Alex is a slut in training, thigh riding, oral (f and m rec) p in v, unprotected sex, belly bulge, Dean likes souvenirs WC: 4.7k

Gotcha

Summary: Y/N has got a mission topside and she needs the help of a special gun to take care of it. Retrieving the gun could be tricky, but she’s always wanted to meet the Winchesters. Pairing: Demon!Reader x Wincest Rating: 18+ Warnings: Dub Con / Coercion Tags: Demonic Possession, Hypnotism, Gun Kink, Mentions of Medical Kink, Dirty Talk, Unsafe Sex, Oral Sex, Manual Stimulation Word Count: 1,224

It Was All A Dream

Summary: Dean hasn’t slept with Sam since he became Ezekiel’s vessel – he doesn’t want an audience, y’know? – but Sam doesn’t understand what’s stopping him. Pairing: Sam x Dean | Gadreel!Sam (Ezekiel!Sam) x Dean Rating: 18+ Warnings: Non-Con/Rape, Magical Paralysation Tags: Gadreel and Ezekiel are the same person, Dean doesn’t know it’s not Zeke, insecure Sammy, bottom!Sam/top!Dean, top!Gadreel/bottom!Dean, heavenly grace lube, paralysation Word Count: 1,528

Paint It Black

Summary: Sam and Dean flesh out an angry Italian ghost from a Massachusetts church and discover secrets about each other in the process. Pairing: Sam x Dean Rating: 16+ Tags: wax play, unholy thoughts in church, incest, making out, angst Word Count: 3.8k

Sin

Summary: Sam comes back from Hell and goes to pay Dean and his new girlfriend a visit. Dean is overjoyed that Sam is back in the land of the living, but he can't shake the feeling something is wrong. Pairing: Dean x Reader | Sam x Reader | Sam x Dean Rating: 18+ Tags: Dub-con, threesome, cuckolding, dirty talk, praise kink, Dean likes pegging, Sam is aware Word Count: 2k

The View

Summary: A little snippet of what life in the bunker looks like as Dean recovers from his accident in the barn. Pairing: Sam x Dean Rating: 18+ Tags: fix it fic, post finale, Dean didn’t die, Jack wasn’t a fan of that ending, flirting, hurt/comfort, fluffy-ish, smut Word Count: 1k

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atc74 · 3 years

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Eye of the Beholder

Warnings: Poor body image (?), slight angst, a little envy, a lot of fluff, and implied sexy times

Summary: Jensen is feeling less confident in himself lately and you think you know why. He has always been there for you, now you just need to show your husband he has no reason to be.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1470

Written for: @breakthezone first quarter challenge, which was to choose one of two prompts. Mine is bolded below.

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches, cause she is the best

A/N: So you know the pictures, the spread, the article in THAT magazine, featuring that beautiful soul, and that would cause any man to think less of himself, but I thought, what would go through Jensen’s head and how would I help him through it.

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The cold snowy mountains were a stark contrast to the warm flatland of their home state, but Y/N was loving the quietness and solace of the northeast. Y/N pulled into the snow-covered driveway and started unloading the groceries. She planned accordingly and for weeks at a time; they didn’t have many delivery options out there.

“Honey, I’m home! What do you say you come help me carry in and put away all this food and I make you a nice, juicy porterhouse for dinner?” Y/N called from the kitchen as she dropped the load on the counter. “Honey? Jay?” The house was mostly silent but then she heard it. The distinct smack of fists and feet hitting the heavy bag Jensen installed in the home gym. She sighed knowing this was the third day in a row Jensen had spent hours in the gym, working out until he was ready to drop.

Y/N brought in the rest of the bags, stored the food, and changed her clothes. If she was going to join him in the gym, at least she could participate. It wasn’t like it was a hardship watching her husband in only a pair of shorts, his freckled skin dripping with sweat.

She brought fresh water with her, setting it on the weight bench. He was breathing heavy, sweating, and red-faced. Jensen was not out of shape by any means, but he somehow had gotten it in his head that he needed to get into better shape. Maybe it was the pressure of becoming Soldier Boy, maybe it was that he was approaching his “mid-forties”, it could have been a few things, but Y/N thought she knew exactly what had prompted this new obsession. “Hey, honey.”

“Hey, babe,” he rasped, his breaths heavy with exertion, his hair soaking. “Just a few more minutes.” He landed another two punch kick combo.

“Jay, you have got to take a break. You can’t keep going like this, hours a day, day after day,” Y/N pleaded with him. “This is enough for today.”

“Yeah, okay. Maybe you’re right.” He stopped, hugging the bag tightly, holding on as he tried to catch his breath.

“Go shower, I’ll get dinner started, okay?” Y/N smiled, kissing him softly.

“You got it. I’m pretty sure I reek anyway.”

Leafy greens and brightly colored vegetables covered the kitchen island as Y/N chopped and sliced away. The cuts of meat were sitting out to warm up before grilling, and a nice bottle of a full-bodied red was breathing on the table. Jensen emerged from the hallway leading from their bedroom about thirty minutes later, looking a little worse for the wear. He pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek, swiping a handful of peppers, too.

“I saw that mister,” she smiled, leaning into his touch. “But I’m gonna let it slide just ‘cause you smell nice.”

“Better than before?”

“Oh, way better,” she laughed, turning and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Want to tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“Nothing, babe. Just trying to stay in shape. I gotta get in that custom suit in a couple of weeks, and I ain’t getting any younger.” Jensen looked down, running a hand over his face, scratching at his beard.

“That’s all, huh?”

“Yeah, just running isn’t gonna cut anymore. I have to keep up.”

“Keep up with…?”

Jensen pretended he didn’t hear Y/N as he started helping with the salad. If he ignored the question, maybe she would let it go. It seemed to be working, for now, so he went with it, and continued to help her with dinner.

“Jay, these look perfect!” Y/N gushed as she cut into the steak. She placed the bite in her mouth, the flavor exploding, and she moaned around it. “Oh my god, it's practically melting in my mouth!”

“You made it easy with a superb cut of meat, babe,” Jensen shrugged, digging into his salad and grilled vegetables.

All through dinner, Y/N noticed how he barely touched his meat or wine, but took extra helpings of the healthy stuff. She decided she would let it go, wanting to enjoy their meal, but soon enough, the dishes were cleared and leftovers stored.

“Jay?” Y/N asked, rinsing the plate in her hand before handing it to her husband. “Can I ask you something?”

“Babe, you can ask me anything, you know that.”

“And promise me you won’t get mad?”

“I won’t get mad, but now I am a little suspicious,” Jensen raised one eyebrow, looking over at his wife.

“Does your new workout regimen have anything to do with Jared’s spread in Men’s Health?”

“No.” Jensen protested immediately.

“Jay…”

“Maybe,” he sighed, throwing the towel on the counter, then he turned, leaning against it. “Am I...soft?”

“Soft? I think you are the kindest, most generous, loving man I’ve ever known,” Y/N replied honestly. “I am lucky I found you and even luckier that you love me.”

“Well, thank you for that, babe, but I was asking about my physical appearance,” Jensen hung his head, his voice getting quieter as he talked. “Do I have a ‘dad bod’?”

“Jensen Ross Ackles, you listen to me right now. You have never looked better and you are in the best shape of your life. You just completed a 15 year run on the most successful sci-fi television show in history, you are stepping into an iconic role that you were hand-picked for, and if a ‘dad bod’ looks like this, then yes!” Y/N gestured to her husband while rambling on trying to make her point. “No, you know what? Come here, come sit down with me. Bring the wine.”

Y/N sat down with her laptop, intent on showing her husband the proof he needed to believe her and believe in himself. Jensen sat down next to her, handing her a fresh glass, as she pulled up photo after photo on the screen.

“Do you see what I see?”

“No, I see a skinny kid from Texas with no hair on his chest and barely-there abs,” he scoffed.

“Okay, you still don’t have chest hair, but what else do you see?” She prompted him again.

“A pudgy mid-section and that was before I turned 40!”

“Do you want to know what I see?”

“You’re biased.”

“You’re damn right I am, but I do know that your fans, the Dean-girls, well, they’re not wrong. Did you know that according to several fan sites, you and Dean have way more fans than Jared and Sam? And are you telling me that millions of people are wrong?”

“Millions?” he asked skeptically.

“Okay, well, maybe not millions, but a lot! But I see a man that is in better shape than he was twenty years ago. I see a skinny kid from Texas too. But I also see a man who now is in the best shape of his life and way sexier than that skinny kid.. What is it that you’re always telling me when I complain about my baby muffin top or my thunder thighs?”

“That bodies come in all shapes and sizes, and beauty isn’t defined by your body shape; it’s defined by your soul and you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”

“Okay, and I usually argue with you when you do, but that doesn’t mean you’re wrong. We are our own worst critics, you know that. But I see a healthy body and strong arms. Arms that hold me better than any others on the planet. Arms that hold our children and comfort them when they are hurt. I see a sexy mind and a stunning soul, one that was made for me.”

“Okay, I think that is enough wine for you,” Jensen reached for the glass, but you moved it out of his reach.

"Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?"

“Fine, it could have been a smile.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, my exceptionally sexy wife made a pretty good point.”

“Oh? Tell me more.”

“Well, she may also be the smartest person I know. She always knows just what to say when my dumbass is being, well a dumbass.”

“Yeah, I am pretty damn smart. Because you know what else I did? I made arrangements for your visiting parents to keep the children overnight so they can swim until they pass out.”

“Wow, that is pretty smart. You know, I’ve been working out and I bet I could carry you all the way upstairs without breaking a sweat.”

“Oh, you’re on Ackles, but you are wrong about one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“We will definitely be working up a sweat!”

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 6 years

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Our College Years - Dec 9th

Pairing: Jensen x Reader AU

Warnings: little holiday blues

Word Count: 556

A/N: This one is part of my College!Jensen one shot/drabble series AU but it can like all the others also be read as a stand alone.

Not done for any challenge today.

Fast written and unbetaed. All mistakes are mine.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

MASTERLIST

Jensen was getting worried about you. You had been unusually quiet today. He knew it was finals week and that you were nervous, but he was still certain that wasn’t all. He had been through finals with you before, you had never been like this before. Something else was going on with you. He had tried distracting you from studying, suggesting the two of you could paint the nursery today, but you had turned him down even if you had been so excited a few days ago. He had tried getting you out of the house, but you had wanted to stay home and study. So that’s what you had done.

Jensen made sure you had and stayed hydrated, but he otherwise he had stayed in the livingroom studying with you, right up until you had announced you were done. Jensen and you had gone to the dining hall for dinner, but you still had barely said a work claiming you were tired.

It wasn’t until you were sitting in his arms, leaning back against him as you watched It’s a Wonderful life, Jensen finally had it. You weren’t paying attention to the movie you loved and you barely noticed when Jensen paused, gently running his hands up and down your arms, leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder.

“Okay what’s going on honey?” he asked you softly, but almost regretting when he saw you tear up. “Hey, hey. Don’t cry,” Jensen quickly shifted carefully guiding you to turn in his arms, pulling you against his chest. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face against his shirt.

“It’s stupid,” you sniffled, Jensen drew soothing patterns on your back waiting for you to continue. He knew you and he knew he didn’t have to push. You would tell him now. You just needed a moment to gather up courage.

“I know I am having a baby and that I am supposed to be an adult… I just… I never spent a Christmas apart from my brothers and mom,” you mumbled against his chest. Jensen’s heart sank. He should have known you would end up feeling like this. It had been a month since his parents asked you both to come stay with them for Christmas and then you had been so happy they wanted you there you had said yes without second thought. Jensen however, knew how close you were with Misha and how much you missed your little brother and mom. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of this earlier.

“Baby I can call my mom and we can go to yo…” Jensen started but you interrupted him with a head shake.

“We promised them. I’ll be fine. I’ll just need some sleep,” you insisted, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before getting on the couch and heading for the bedroom. Jensen stayed on the couch for a few moments, trying to figure out what to do, before he decided. He fished his phone from his pocket, sending Misha a quick text asking if they could meet tomorrow on campus.

A smile spread across Jensen’s face when Misha’s confirmation instantly came and he stuffed his phone back in his pocket, heading for the bedroom you and he shared. He was going to make sure you had the perfect Christmas this year.

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hollygopossumlovesj2 · 7 years

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Come Back Down, Part 17

(Picture belongs to the creator; I found this beauty on Google)

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader; Rocket the horse

Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for adult language; Mostly fluff with a pinch of angst.

Summary: Jensen gets his shit together and comes up with a plan. He’s just not sure Y/N will go along with the plan. He also unintentionally unearths some hang ups.

Word Count: 2,036 (a bit short. I promise the next one will be longer)

Come Back Down Master List

Hollygopossum’s Master List

By that afternoon, I’d called in the same private investigator that I’d hired for the sex video leak. Before, when it was about me, I’d been able to be patient and nearly passive. It had been about me and only me.

This time, I made no mistake in how hard I wanted this pursued.

The next call was to my lawyer. I’d let Danneel call the shots since she’d been the one to file for divorce. Once again I’d been passive, something she’d predicted and used against me. I would no longer be taken advantage of and I would no longer allow Y/N to pay for my mistakes.

The lawyer had told me that she would look into my case and have some options by the end of the day. She advised me to find somewhere to weather the shit storm that could possibly unfold. Especially if I demanded a paternity test.

Now that I’d found where I could be happy, a person that had proven over and over again how deep her love was entrenched in my life? There wasn’t anyone in this world that would get in my way of having that. Soon, Supernatural would be taking over my life again. This needed to be settled. And quickly.

Arranging my side of things had been easy. All that was left now was to fill Y/N in on her part of the plan. Which I knew wouldn’t make her happy. She despised not having choices and possibly being backed into a corner. She’d always clung to her independence... But, maybe I could make it sound like something better than it was?

It wasn’t likely.

I came in from the porch, which had become my unofficial office space, finally having gotten up the nerve to put my plan into action. There was room inside, but I enjoyed the fresh air and scenery. There was a peaceful feeling being surrounded by flat country pastures and horses grazing slowly in the late Summer sun. It kept me from pulling my hair out and finally going gray.

We hadn’t even started to get out of bed until after lunch time today, but I was satisfied with what I’d accomplished. However, I’d made us a quick brunch and we’d eaten it together safely ensconced in our bed. It was easy to let the world fall away as I tried to stretch out the time that was just her and I. But then, she’d had chores to do in the barn and we’d separated to deal with our own goals for the day.

Which, as it turned out, she must have still been ther,e judging by the quiet that had settled inside her home. If she were inside there would be music, laughter, maybe some cheeky banter that would inevitably bring a smile to my face.

So, I retreated to the back porch, enjoying the slight breeze blowing the smell of fresh hay and horse gently across my face. I walked quietly, my hands shoved in my jean’s pockets. As I got closer to the barn, the louder the music that was blaring inside could be heard.

When I made it to the barn door, I’d identified that she was listening to Cheap Trick’s Surrender, blaring so loud that you would think the horses would be upset. But upon inspection, the most emotion that was shown by the horses still in stalls, was boredom.

‘Mommy’s alright. Daddy’s alright. They just seem a little weird. Surrender… Surrender…’

The sorrel Quarter horse that I’d ridden when I’d first arrived, nickered from the closest stall and I couldn’t help but go over to run my hands over his soft neck. The horse, who was named Rocket, if the plaque on his stall was any indication, nibbled at my shirt. He then lipped over the back pockets of my jeans.

The fuzzy, searching lips felt strange and made me laugh for the first time that day. “Sorry, buddy. You’re not gonna find any treats in there.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Y/N’s arms circled around from behind to hold me close and Rocket retreated in disappointment. The smell of horse, cedar shavings and her wisteria shampoo was subtle but comforting. “Hey, you.” She stood on tip toes to kiss my cheek and I felt the stress start to untether from my chest and I found I could pull in a full breath.

“Hey.” It didn’t even bother me, the breathy quality to my voice, when I turned to pull her closer. Nor did it when I pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. “You enjoying being able to do manual labor again?”

Our faces only inches apart, her smile beamed between us. “Yes. Although, I gotta say, I’m getting worn out a lot faster than I want to.”

I chuckled at her obvious frustration, my hands running up and down her sides in a comforting motion. “You’ll get it back before you know it, kid.”

“Really?” An eyebrow was arched in question, “We’ve had sex and you’re still gonna call me kid?” I barely registered the change in songs, but it was obvious that she had her iPod hooked up.

Just the mere mention of what we’d been up to for the last few days pushed what I’d come into the barn to discuss completely out of my mind. I slid my hands down to squeeze her ass, pulling her closer. “You bet your sweet ass, kid.” I was pleased to note that the breathy quality was gone. Replaced with a growl as I pulled her so close that we had to share breath to breathe.

Even as I noticed the song change to a mellow Goo Goo Dolls song, I felt the electricity sparking off where we were connected and I was filled with the need to hide us away as long as possible.

I slid my hands back up to wrap my arms around her, like I could keep her safe by proxy alone. With emotion and want washing over me, I did what we always did when faced with such a moment. My feet began to move, shuffling us to sway from side to side as she melted into my hold.

“Come to me, my sweetest friend. Can you feel my heart again? I’ll take you back where you belong, and this’ll be our favorite song.” I whispered more than sang the words against her ear as she buried her face in my neck, holding back just as tight. The soft crunch of hay and horses shifting in their stalls was the only back ground noise.

She nosed across the exposed skin above my shirt, her lips causing goosebumps to scatter across my arms and chest.

I swallowed a few times, completely overcome with the love I felt for her. For how much I wanted for the lyrics of the entire song to come true. “Come to me with secrets bare. I’ll love you more, so don’t be scared. And when we’re old, and near the end. We’ll go home and start again.”

Her laugh was soft, but it still tickled against the tiny hairs on my neck. “You’re a sap.” She whispered, but I could tell without a doubt that I wasn’t alone. I knew she felt it too. How much, I couldn’t tell. She’d always held her hopes of the future close to her chest.

I grunted my agreement, holding her even tighter. So much so that it was difficult to bring air into my lungs as I whispered the last lyrics with my lips against the shell of her ear. I could feel her every shiver and every breath. “Today’s the day I make you mine. So, get me to the church on time. Take my hand in this empty room. You’re my girl and I’m your groom. Come to me, my sweetest friend. This is where we start again…”

I felt the way her body tensed; the sharp intake of breath as I sang the last lyrics, but I refused to let go until Mr. Blue Sky came on and she broke away with a red flushed face. “You’re distracting me. I’ve got like, two more stalls to get to and-.” Her speech was choppy like she couldn’t catch her breath before she turned to stomp off to the nearest stall.

“Hey, you okay?” It was a dumb question. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that she was so far from fine. That I’d just stepped over a line that terrified her more than anything.

“I’m fine!” There was a nervous laugh between rather violent stabs of her pitch fork into the stall’s shavings. “Um. Didn’t you come down to say something? You looked kind of purposeful and up tight when you walked in.”

Okay, if that’s how it was gonna be. But I surely wasn’t going to yell over the music to have this conversation. I committed a cardinal sin, as far as Y/N was concerned, and found where her iPod was docked and turned it off. God, the responding silence was suffocating.

Now wasn’t the time to address Y/N’s fears of marriage or, God forbid, children. So I took the deepest breath that I could and reminded myself that this was for the best.

“I was talking to my Mom today and she suggested that we come down to see everybody. Maybe spend a week with the family. It’s been years since you spent any time in Dallas.” I tried to sound as casual as possible, but I saw the minute she saw right through me.

“Okay, so… you want me to hide? To leave my home? To leave the horses I’m just now able to spend time with again?” She stabbed the pitch fork into the stall dirt and put her hands on her hips. “You want me to run from whoever the hell is trying to ruin my life? Put my job on hold? Again?” She then crossed her arms across her chest with a steely expression that I should’ve seen coming as her chin jutted out defiantly. “No.”

“Would you be reasonable?” It was the wrong thing to say, but I ran with it anyway. “You’re not safe here. Especially if this investigation comes to a head. I can’t leave you here.” I tried to keep my body language open. To show her I didn’t have anything else to hide with my hands held open at my sides.

“I’m not your responsibility, Jensen.” Her words were growled with clenched teeth before she attacked her previous task with even more violence than before.

I sighed heavily, blowing the toxic, angry air from my chest. I approached her slowly, even carefully, seeing that she was armed with something that had sharp prongs. “Y/N. Look at me.” It wasn’t a command; the words came out as a plea.

I couldn’t lose her. Not now. Before any of this had happened between us I would’ve been beside myself with grief. But now? I’m not sure that I’d still be able to exist. To my relief she actually stopped what she was doing, but still wouldn’t turn around. Maybe that was for the best anyway. Both of us didn’t need to suffer the absolute terror that I was feeling at the prospect of losing what we had.

“I know it’s not ideal. I know that.” It took everything I had to just slide my hand through my hair and not pull it in utter frustration and uselessness as I struggled to find the words to make her understand.

She sighed and hung her head for a moment before she finally turned to face me, her expression open. “I’m sorry.” Her hand reached up and gently untangled my fingers from my hair.

I reveled for a moment, watching with deep affection as she closed her eyes when she cradled my hand against her face. “No. I’m sorry. You have no idea how sorry I-.”

“This isn’t your fault, Jay. None of this is.” She dropped my hand to wrap her arms around me and tuck her face beneath my chin. Her words were muffled, but they diffused any hesitancy that still lingered in my chest. “I’ll go.”

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