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thorne93 · 5 years ago

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The Stars Made Us (Part 13)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 1043

Warnings: angst and language throughout

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @dontshootmespence, thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes��, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong and @arrow-guy and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

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After the headache of moving, closing leases, and everything else was beginning to wrap up, all you had left was finishing up the packing. However, early in the afternoon on Thursday, the day before you were set to head back, you got a text from your parents.

“We’d like to invite the two of you to dinner. You pick the place. See you at 6!”

You stopped everything and stared at your phone.

“What’s the matter?” Charles asked, noting the change in your demeanor.

“My parents just asked us to dinner.”

“Oh, well that was nice of them.”

“Nice, yeah,” you murmured. “But right after we had a huge blow up? Right after they basically said they’ll disown me for being with you?”

“Maybe they’ve come around.”

“Why would they suddenly do that?” you asked.

He shrugged, smiling. “I don’t know darling, they’re your parents,” he stated with a laugh.

You narrowed your eyes. “Why do I feel like you know more than you’re saying?”

“Know more about your parents? Why on earth would I--”

“You’re avoiding the question with a question,” you challenged.

“Don’t psychoanalyze me,” he ordered in a stern tone.

“Not all of us can read minds, Charles, so we’re left to use other devices,” you snapped with a twitch of an eyebrow. “Tell me.”

He sighed, his shoulders sagging. “Alright, I may have talked to your parents the other day, by myself. I went over to their house and just… had them hear my side of things.”

“You ambushed my parents?!” you asked, getting angry.

“Not ambushed! I spoke to them, calmly. No one was angry when I arrived or when I left, I promise. I also didn’t use any of my powers on them. I just talked to them man to parents, I swear. I saw how badly you were hurting. I just wanted to help. Please don’t be angry.”

“Charles,” you groaned, putting your hand over your face. “This wasn’t your place.”

“I know. I might’ve over stepped a boundary, I understand that. I just couldn’t stand to see you in pain and I thought maybe if they heard it straight from me, it wouldn’t be like you fighting my battles. Their issue is with me, and how I handled a situation. I wanted to shed light on that for them.”

You peered at him, your lips pulling to one side of your face.

“It’s not so bad, I guess. Something must be good to come from it,” you noted. “I just… I want them to like you, that’s all.”

“Well, we’ll see what this night has in store,” he offered with a smile, his hands lightly gripping your biceps.

You replied back to your parents with a place in mind. A place you hadn’t been for some time but would love to show Charles. You two set to work, trying to pack quickly and then dashed out to meet your parents.

They got up to give you both a hug -- Okay, this is different, you thought.

“So, what’s with the dinner date?” you asked with a slight laugh and smile.

“Well, we just wanted to let you know we support the two of you being together,” your mom informed, gripping your dad’s hand on the table.

“You are?” you questioned, surprised. “Why?”

“Well we talked about it, after Charles came over, and we remembered how we’ve had our ups and downs too,” Frank informed.

“Yeah, but all couples do and you still were against it, so why the change?”

“Well couples fight, but what you two had was different, and we remembered that we’ve had some rough times ourselves.”

Tracy chimed in with, “People can still hurt each other deeply, and still be very much in love.”

“That doesn’t mean you can keep doing it,” Frank reiterated earnestly. “But, at the same time, we can understand where both of you are coming from. We respect that, and we’re glad you’re trying to make this work.”

“Well, to be honest, there’s nothing to ‘make’ work,” you informed, looking at Charles with love in your eyes. “Now that Charles is healing from his depression, we’re rather happy.”

“We’re glad to hear that, honey,” Tracy responded. “Now that all that’s out of the way, should we eat?”

“Absolutely,” you said with a laugh.

And the rest of the night went smoothly. They got to know Charles much better, talking to him about his work, his studies, even his family a little bit. The dinner was actually fun and Charles got a few laughs from your parents and by the end of the night you felt better about everything.

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The next morning the movers were there bright and early to pack up your home. It was bittersweet. This was all you had known. With little furniture and only some boxes, it was a quick load. Before you knew it, they were ready to leave. They set forth towards the mansion several hours away and you and Charles headed to your parents to say goodbye.

It was tearful for your mom and you but you assured them you would video chat and visit as much as possible and with that, you left for your new home with Charles.

The ride was a long one but when you got there, the whirlwind began. Just as you started to direct the movers to put your armoire in your bedroom, suddenly, Charles turned to you and said, "What if we put that in my room?"

"Your room, but…"

"The way I see things… we will end up there anyway, at some point, correct? So why move your belongings twice?"

"Well yeah but… are we there yet?" You asked nervously. "I know I love you, but i just met you not too long ago. You dont think this is rushing it?"

"Rushing what? 10 years of connection?" He asked with a smile before brushing your hair behind your ear. "Look, we’ll try it out and see if it works out. If it doesn’t, we’ll move your things back to your room.”

You nodded slowly. “I’d like to try this out,” you informed.

“Excellent. Alright, take that up to the last room on the left, upstairs,” he instructed the movers and by the end of the day, you were moved in.

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ralphgarrett21 · 4 years ago

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years ago

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Like we did - John Winchester smut

The one where John hears you touching yourself and calling out his name.

Warnings: masturbation (m,f), the social construct of virginity, p in v, oral sex (f), dirty talk.

A/N: so this is for a request I got a while back! I hope you guys like it!

John’s P.O.V.

Another restless night. That’s what I was expecting when I got back to the bunker after a single dose of whiskey while the boys tried to find someone to go home with. Usually I’d be right there with them, trying my own luck in hopes of getting laid, but not tonight.

Tonight, the only person I wanted to bring back home was already there, but she wasn’t waiting for me.

Shit. I should be in hell for even thinking about her like this. She was Sam’s best friend, after all - young enough to be my daughter. I shouldn’t desire her like I did. And I should definitely not fantasize about her while she was sleeping in the bedroom right next to mine.

But fuck, I was already doomed anyway. This wouldn’t make a difference in my permanently tainted slate.

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teamfreewill-imagine · 6 years ago

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Forty-Six

Summary: You take your daughter to the city she’s named after, and Jensen takes you to a funfair. Words: 1.3k Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Dallas (OC) Warnings: angsty ending Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

Your work on the season’s episodes was finished by the middle of February, so you decided to take Dallas and Bailey on a road trip down to Austin to start off your long hiatus. Besides a motel stop in mid-Washington, you made your first real road trip stop in Idaho. You stayed with Genevieve’s family for a couple of nights so that they were able to spend time with Dallas and you could hike in the beautiful countryside with Bailey, before hitting the road again in the early morning. As you entered Texas a few days later, you looked across at your daughter in her car seat and realised you were going to take an extra stop before making it to Austin.

“Gonna take a detour, baby,” you told Dallas, and she turned her head to face you. “Gonna have to wait ‘til tomorrow to see everyone.”

“Bambi?” she asked, and you laughed softly, reaching across to stroke her cheek while keeping your eyes on the road.

“Yeah, kiddo,” you told her. “But tomorrow we’ll be seeing your Bambi and your brothers, and-”

“Tes,” she interrupted you, and you nodded.

“And Tex,” you confirmed.

Your daughter’s use of language never ceased to make you smile. She knew the names of her whole family, pets included, but her pronunciation was still cute enough to make you grin. ‘JJ’ was too difficult for her to say, so she took on your nickname for her with her own 17-month-old twist. After all of the questioning you had all had about what Dallas would call Genevieve, it had grown naturally over time. As she was learning that you and Jared were her ‘mama’ and ‘dada’, your daughter had taken to calling Gen, ‘baba’. Once she was able to pronounce more consonant clusters in single words, she had taken to calling Genevieve, ‘Bambi’, which you quickly realised was because Gen still constantly referred to Dallas as her ‘bambina’.

Your daughter’s head rested back against her car seat headrest, and you turned your car radio on low, humming quietly along to the CD that had been in your car since you had first passed your test. There were still over five hours until your new destination for the night, and you were happy to have Dallas asleep for as much of it as possible.

*****

You checked into your hotel and left your bags in the room, after having found a pet-friendly suite near the city centre during your last gas station stop, before taking Dallas and Bailey for an evening walk. You found a familiar park and took a seat on the bench, getting Dallas out of her stroller and sitting her on your lap.

You pulled out your phone, opening up facetime and calling Genevieve.

Bailey sat patiently at your feet, resting her head on the bench beside you.

“Hey, girls,” Gen smiled, answering the phone on the third ring.

“Bambi!” Dallas grinned, reaching for your phone.

“Hello, Bambina,” she laughed. “Hope you’re being good for your mommy.”

“She’s an angel,” you promised. “Sorry for taking another day to come home.”

“No, don’t be,” Gen assured you. “I’m glad you’re taking some mama-baby time.”

“Bale,” Dallas added, and you nodded.

“Yeah, and Bailey.”

“But we’ll see you both tomorrow evening, right?” Gen checked. “You’re not gonna suddenly decide on another stop?”

“We’ll be back tomorrow,” you confirmed. “Can’t wait to see y’all.”

“Alright, my loves,” she smiled, blowing a kiss. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Be safe.”

“Love you,” you told her, waving so that Dallas would copy you.

You hung up, putting Dallas back in her stroller and patting Bailey’s head.

“Okay, girls, let’s get some rest,” you told them, beginning to walk back to the hotel. “We can explore more tomorrow.”

*****

Your first real Daddy-Daughter fun day with Jensen took place once they had wrapped for the season. Of course, the two of you had spent quality time together before but, as JJ assured you nearly two years beforehand, Daddy-Daughter days were a whole new level of fun.

Dallas stayed at home with Jared, Gen, and the boys when Jensen whisked you away one evening, not telling you where you were going but to pack a weekend bag. It was the first time since Dallas had been born that you spent a night away from her, but Gen sent pictures sporadically throughout the weekend without you asking her to, just knowing that seeing your daughter would calm your nerves. Plus, you knew she was in safe hands with both Jared and Genevieve, and it was good for her to spend time with the boys without you there. You knew she was a mama’s girl and, as much as you loved how much she loved you, it was important to you that she learned to be independent from you.

The next morning, Jensen told you that he was taking you to a funfair. You’d mentioned, in passing on set once, that you had never been to a state or county fair, and Jensen had remembered that, planning the trip so that you could experience one together.

“I don’t even know where to begin,” you murmured, looking up at the entrance and back at Jensen. “I’m so excited.”

“We’ve got two days,” he reminded you, grinning. “Come on.”

*****

You were buzzing with excitement once you got back to the hotel the first night, and Jensen helpfully reminded you that it was probably due to all of the sugar.

“You’ll crash soon,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t tell me I can get what I want and then tell me off for getting cotton candy,” you argued, flopping down on your bed. “I’m always gonna get cotton candy.”

“And you’re always gonna have a sugar crash,” he reminded you, sitting on the edge of your bed. “I can’t wait for Dal to be old enough for me to fill her up with sugar and send her back to you for the crash.”

You laughed, turning your face towards him.

“Jared and Gen would be more fussed than me,” you sighed. “Actually, don’t go sugaring her up. She’s hyperactive enough as it is.”

Your phone started buzzing on the nightstand and you huffed as you moved your body to sit up.

“Bet that’s them,” Jensen murmured, getting up to grab a bottle of water.

You reached for the phone, frowning when you saw that it was your agent calling.

“Hey,” you smiled, resting the phone between your ear and shoulder as you answered. “Got me a new job already?”

“No, no. Nothing like that,” Amanda told you, and you shrugged at Jensen when he frowned at you.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” you asked, and you could hear her take a breath.

“It’s- it’s about your mom.”

“Danneel?” you frowned, getting Jensen’s attention again.

“No, sorry,” Amanda sighed. “It’s your birth mother.”

You rolled your eyes, flopping back down into the mattress.

“Please don’t call her my mom,” you reminded her. “And if she’s sold another story I really don’t give a sh-”

“She’s in hospital, Y/N,” Amanda interrupted, and you could feel your heart start to pound. “They called me. I think she put this contact as her next of kin. She doesn’t have much time.”

You sat up slowly, Jensen sitting opposite you when he sensed something change.

“I don’t...” you swallowed, throat suddenly dry. “I don’t-”

“They’ve asked if you would go to see her,” Amanda continued, keeping her voice soft. “I think she’s been asking for you.”

You didn’t know what to say, worrying your lower lip.

“I’ll send over the details,” she told you. “Take your time, sweetheart. Just don’t leave it too long.”

You hung up the call, blinking to regain your focus as you looked over at Jensen.

“It’s my birth mom,” you whispered, and he moved to sit next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, and you swallowed again.

“I have to see her.”

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thorne93 · 5 years ago

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The Stars Made Us (Part 29)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

Word Count: 1421

Warnings: angst and language throughout, kidnapping

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @dontshootmespence thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong and @arrow-guy and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

You weren't sure how you'd face Charles when you got home. Another heartbreak in one month, by the same man? What were you going to do? How could you live without Stephen in your life?

It didn't look like you were going to have a choice though. Charles was willing to let you be with both men, or even accepting if you just chose one. You didn't quite understand where Stephen was coming from, but it didn't matter. It didn't matter if you understood or not. The fact remained that Stephen didn't want to share you, and you were going to have to learn to live with it.

When you got inside, you met Charles in his office.

He turned around and started to say, "Hi, love, how did it g-- I'm going to guess by your face not very well."

You shook your head, biting your lip, the tears starting to flow, betraying your hurt.

"Oh, darling," he cooed as he went around the desk to hold you. You were still holding your purse but you dropped it, your hands flying to your face as he wrapped you in an embrace. "I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"I'm still sorry."

He held you close and held you tight. He spent the night pampering you, curling up with you on the couch to watch TV so you didn't think about it. He got you snacks and treats, and he even drew you a warm, aromatherapy bath. He did everything he could, but it wasn't enough to heal your broken heart.

Now that you knew why Stephen had left, it softened the blow ever so slightly, but he still wasn't in your life. Regardless of the reason, the result was still the same, and it killed you.

Charles hated seeing you like this. But just as before, nothing but time would heal a broken heart.

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Two months went by and your life was back to normal, back on track. Your heart was still broken, but you couldn't dwell on it, and you wouldn't. You had Charles and you wouldn't waste the precious time you had with him. You'd spent ten years knowing him, but not that much time with him, and you wanted to right that wrong.

Life needed to move forward, move on. You needed to build the life you'd always wanted with Charles. And while it killed you not to have Stephen in your life, you knew if you dwelled on it, you'd never forgive yourself.

It was a cold Saturday when Charles swept into the study.

"Goodbye, darling," he said, coming in to give you a kiss before he left.

"Bye, my love. Have a good day."

"I'll try," he said as he left, smiling at you. He was on his way to work with a group of interns. The weekend was the only time he could dedicate to them, so he tried to help them and teach them.

About an hour after he left, you thought you heard a loud thud downstairs. You frowned, getting up to go see what it was.

"Hank?" you called out once you were out in the hallway. "Hank, are you here?" you wondered. He was supposed to be working too in the city, but perhaps he had already returned.

You walked out into the main foyer, searching for the sound. You found a vase on the ground, shattered. You began looking around. If no one was answering you, and no one was supposed to be home, that could only mean one thing -- intruder.

You reached for your phone, only to realize it was upstairs in your bedroom on the nightstand.

Fuck.

Carefully, you made your way into Charles's study, it was clear. You went out into the foyer and saw a figure dashing up the stairs out of the corner of your eye. You narrowed your gaze and set off after them. They were headed down the hallway where your bedroom resided. You armed yourself with a conjured whip as you walked down the hallway.

"Come out!" you ordered. "Get out here and face me!"

"Happily," a woman's voice said as she stepped out from a room. She was dressed in a black sweater, black jeans and boots, and had long brown hair.

You immediately threw your whip at her, it wrapped around her arm but she used the strength against you and tugged you forward, knocking you off your footing. She grabbed you by the throat but you kicked her knee backwards. She cried out and went to the ground, letting you go. Just as you went to conjure something else though, she ran towards the railing from the upstairs and dove off. You ran after her, but had to run down the stairs. You shot the whip at her again, but it hit a painting on the wall, causing it to fall. She turned a corner and you tried to grab her ankle with the whip, instead you struck through the window.

You let out a grunt of frustration before letting go of the sorcery and just running after her. She turned into a room and you followed her in there.

"There's no where to go," you warned. "I'm calling the police."

"No you aren't," she said before she suddenly multiplied. Dozens of clones formed around the room in a second, disorienting you as they all started jumping at you, kicking at you, punching at you. You managed to hold up a shield of power, knocking all the clones off, but you saw the original woman run out of the room. You scrambled to your feet and fled to the upstairs bedroom. You had to get call the police.

Suddenly, you heard a gunshot and you dove over the table in the foyer, sending the giant vase crashing to the floor, as did the table. You landed on your side, sliding. You hit the wall but used the momentum to push off of it and dash up the stairs. You didn't hear her behind you but you kept low to the stairs and close to the wall, moving as quickly as you could.

You dove into the bedroom and slammed the door in the same second, diving across the bed for your phone. As soon as you reached it though, a sharp pain radiated from your neck and then you fell asleep.

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"Darling, I'm home!" Charles called out as he walked in and sat his briefcase on the steps leading into the foyer. As soon as he sat his things down though, he saw the large marble table tipped over, the vase, flowers, and water had clearly crashed with it. He frowned, knowing full well if it was an accident, someone would've cleaned it up by now.

He looked around some more and there were paintings that had fallen, other vases broken. His home was in shambles. The rugs were entirely displaced, folding over themselves. He frowned, walking deeper into his home.

"Y/N? Y/N? Y/N!" he began calling. He ran to the kitchen, the pantry, the study, the bedroom, the bathroom, Hank's room, your office. No sign of you anywhere except rooms that had been left in shambles. He saw your purse in your office and went back to the bedroom and found your phone on the bed.

His chest felt tight, his heart was racing. He calmed himself down. He decided to do something he never thought he'd do. He let his mind search for your voice. He wasn't going to spy on your thoughts, just see if he could find them.

He searched, his mind reaching all over the house, past the property, to passersby in the cars on the road.

You weren't anywhere to be found.

"Fuck," he hissed. He pulled out his phone and called Hank. He asked him if he had been home or knew where you might be. When he said he'd been at work all day, he filled Hank in on the house and that you were missing. Hank said he'd call the police. Charles thanked him and hung up.

He had no idea what was happening. All he knew was you were gone and he had no idea why or where too. The house looked as if it was broken into, but why would they take you? He knew one other place to check. He ran to his car and started it, going as fast as he could to the city. He just prayed he wasn't too late.

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winchesterprincessbride · 6 years ago

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The Contest-Part 36

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest. They are doing open casting calls all over the country. Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along. Much to your surprise, you land the role and your life changes forever when you fall in love with one of the show’s leads, Jared Padalecki

A/N: I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s. It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! : *Note: My vision for the show is different from what has actually happened, and some characters and plotlines may differ.

Part 1 My Masterlist

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Rory Montgomery (OC), PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

Gemini’s POV

My head popped up from the table, startling Sam and Dean, who were quietly eating their breakfast so as not to wake me. “Pancakes?” I said groggily as I sat up quickly. “Why do I smell pancakes?”

“Hey sleepyhead,” Sam said with a smile. “You must be beat, Gem. You fell asleep right at the table!”

Dean pushed a foil-wrapped plate in my direction. “Saved you some.”

I shook my head to clear it. “No guys, listen! My BFF Kelly Kline paid me another visit in my dreams. She told me where Jack is!” I pushed away from the table and stood up. Sam opened his mouth to say something, but I waved a hand at him.

“And before you say anything, I HAVE to go. Jack will only come to me. Don’t ask me why, but Kelly said it had to be me. So I am going! Get Cas, get Mary, but I am going and you can’t stop me.” I was starting to get really worked up.

Sam held out a placating hand. “If Kelly says it has to be you, then it has to be you. I don’t like it but I won’t stop you. I just want you and the baby to be safe.”

I jumped out of my seat and grabbed a piece of scrap paper and I pet from the junk drawer. I quickly scrawled down an address and handed it to Sam, “This is where Kelly says Jack is.”

Readers POV

When I entered Jared’s trailer, he was face-timing the kids. The turned when I entered. “Perfect timing, babe. They were just asking for you.”

I looked over Jared’s shoulder at the screen. “Hey, Sheppy! How’s it goin’ bud?”

Shep proceeded to laugh into a long story about some cool bug he had found before Tom apparently had enough of waiting and pushed him out of the way. “Lemme talk!” he demanded.

“Hi, Tom-Tom! I promise I will talk to everyone. How’s school?”

Tom’s face filled the small screen. “I can add now!” he said proudly

I grinned at him. Damn Jared’s kids were adorable.”Good for you! Keep up the good work. Where’s Odette?”

“She’s nappin”. But Mamma wants to talk to you. Bye Daddy, bye, Y/N.” Without another word, Tom zoomed off, and the screen was blank. The Gen appeared, looking like she had everything under control, as usual.

I don’t know how the woman did it. Yeah, she had help, but she had two very high energy boys, a girl that was into everything and still managed to find time to run a blog. “Hey Y/N! How is your mom? We missed you at the wedding,” Gen said with a smile.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there. She’s much better, thanks for asking.” I replied

Jared cleared his throat. “Uh, Gen, we have something to tell you, well two things actually. I asked Y/N to marry me, and she’s pregnant.”

I leaned over his shoulder, “just to clarify, he asked me to marry him before I told him I was pregnant.” I said with a smirk.

“Oh my god! That’s wonderful news! I am so happy for you two! I can’t wait to tell David! When’s the wedding going to be?” she asked curiously.

Jared and I looked at each other. “We haven’t really talked about that yet.”

Gemini’s POV

Sam looked up from the paper I had handed him.”Jack’s in Biloxi, Missippi?”

“That’s what Kelly said,” I told him as he grabbed his laptop and entered the address into a site to get a satellite view. He turned the computer towards us.

Dean peered down at the screen. “It looks like a farm in the middle of nowhere.”

“I’m sure it will be crawling with demons,” Cas commented as he stared at the screen.

“Lucifer wouldn’t have it any other way. He knows we are going to take another crack at him, he’s just biding his time.” Sam said as he glanced at me with worry in his eyes.

“Gabriel was the only thing that kept us from getting our asses handed to us last time we tried to take on Lucifer! What’s gonna be different this time?” Dean demanded. “If anyone has an idea I’d like to hear it.”

“Rowena,” I whispered. “She hates Lucifer. He destroyed her body. He’s the reason she transferred her soul into me. Maybe we can strike a deal with her. Give her something she wants in exchange for her helping us.”

“I don’t trust her,” Dean snapped. “She always finds a way to screw us.”

“Do you have a better idea?” I said impatiently.

Dean looked over at Sam and they had one of those silent conversations that drove me nuts. I rolled my eyes in annoyance, would it kill you two to talk out loud lie normal people once in a while?”

Sam smiled sheepishly at me. “Sorry. Dean thinks we should call Crowley. He hates Lucifer with a passion. We can probably get him to help us. But I know how you feel about him.”

“Desperate times, Sam,” I said with a sigh. “He’s not my favorite person, but whatever we have to do to get to Jack and make it out alive, then I say we do it.”

“Fine then. You do your dream talking thing and see if Rowena will bite, and I’ll reach out to Crowley.” Dean decided.

“"What makes you think Crawley will listen to you?” I said with a smirk.

“Crowley and Dean were very close at one time. I think Dean will be able to get him to agree.,” Cas told me, and I looked at Dean with surprise.

“You and Crowley were close? Why on earth would you and the king of hell be BFFs?”

“Back when Dean was a demon, they were very close,” Cas said matter-of-factly.

“You were a damn demon? Seriously? Is there anything you two haven’t done?” I muttered with a shake of my head.

Dean glared at Cas. Thanks a lot, bigmouth!”

Cas looked completely confused as to why Dean was annoyed. “But you WERE a demon,” he repeated as if this explained everything.

I smiled at Cas. “Just ignore him. He’s just mad because he didn’t want me to know. If he can use his past with Crowley to get him to help us, then great!”

“So what kind of deal can you make with Rowena?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know. But she hates Lucifer enough that maybe she’ll help us just to see him suffer.,” I said hopefully.

Reader’s POV

Now that I was pregnant, the long days of filming were starting to take a toll on me. When I was not needed for a scene, I could usually be found napping in Jared’s trailer. When I was late to shoot a scene because I fell asleep, the immature assholes I work with made sure to tease me about it.

“It’s about time, Sleeping Beauty. We have work to do.” Jensen said with a smirk.

“It can’t be easy carrying Gigantor junior in there. It must be sucking the life from you like a parasite,” Misha interjected.

“Guys…” Jared said warningly.

“For your information, children, you get to have all the fun, but we women are the ones who do the heavy lifting. So until you are ready to carry a baby, shut the fuck up!” you practically snarled.

Jensen and Misha held their hands up in mock surrender. “We were just messing with ya, Y/N,” Jensen said consolingly.

“Well knock it off, or I’ll rat you out to both your wives.”

Misha’s eyes widened, “you wouldn’t dare!”

“Try me!” you said with a grin.

Gemini’s POV

I struggled that night to fall asleep. I didn’t like sharing my head with Rowena. Every time she hijacked my body and I lost chunks of time, I resented her for it. But eventually, exhaustion won out and I drifted off to sleep.

Just like before I was back in the dark, cave-like space, and I could barely make out Rowena’s figure in the shadows. “Hello, Rowena,” I whispered, not sure who else was listening.

“So, here for my help, are you?” she said with a cold smile.

“How do you.....I began, but she cut me off.

“I am always in the background listening, dearie. So if you want to count on my help to fight Lucifer and fetch his wee son, it’s going to cost you.”

“Cost me what?” I demanded impatiently. “Name your terms!”

“Normally I have healing spells in place so I can’t be killed, but after the last time, I took precautions. That is why I transferred my soul into you. Lucifer destroyed my body so thoroughly there was no way I could come back from it this time.”

“Tell me something I don’t know!” I snapped in annoyance.

“What’s left of me is sitting in an evidence box in a forensic lab in Chicago. An unsolved murder no one cares about.” I could tell Rowena was furious just by her tone of voice.

“What can I do?”

I need you to get one of my bones, there is a spell in the black grimoire that I can use to regenerate my body. That is my price for helping you.”

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