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Ahhh so sweet!!!

All She Needs

Summary: A few years after Dean’s feral rut claimed her, their family is growing, and Y/N is content with having all she needs.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Female Omega!Reader

Rating: Teen

Bingo Square: Pack Dynamics for @jacklesversebingo

Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Omegaverse, A/B/O,  A/B/O dynamics, alpha, omega, pack dynamics, pups, mentions of feral rut, mentions of heat, mentions of mating, mentions of knotting (all non-descriptive), pregnancy, nesting, daddy Dean, light smut, light references to labour and giving birth (all non-descriptive)

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: I enjoyed writing this sequel to All She Wants so much, and I hope you enjoy it too! All feedback is welcome, so please consider reblogging to spread this far and wide around this Hellsite or leaving a comment. It really does fuel a creative’s muse 💖

A/N2: Woohoo! This is my first fill for Jacklesverse24 bingo, and the first thing I've posted in a LONG time!

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Your POV

The pitter-patter of small feet rings through the air, occasionally followed by shrieks and laughter as Dean chases the twins along the winding hallways of the bunker. It’s pure heaven, and there’s no sound in the world you love more than the ones you hear outside your bedroom door at that moment.

They hadn’t been planned, and neither you nor Dean had expected it, but you hadn’t exactly been surprised by your pregnancy either. You’d stopped taking birth control when you went on heat suppressants, but Dean’s feral rut had triggered an exceptional heat, and with all the mating and knotting that came after it, you knew the odds were against you coming out of that cabin without a pup.

The bigger surprise for you both was that you were expecting twins. Once the shock had worn off, you teased each other mercilessly about whether your ovaries were overzealous and had released two eggs or Dean’s sperm was so powerful it had split one. As it turned out–much to Dean’s absolute delight–it was the latter, and you gave birth to two healthy and happy identical boys who looked exactly like their father.

They were fiercely independent for four-year-olds, and had their own individual personalities since the day they came into the world; Bobby was brave and strong with a big heart, just like his father, and Charlie was smart, curious and determined like you. They were far too young for anyone to know if they’d both be alphas like their father and uncle, but they were already showing strong alpha tendencies, which Dean was immensely proud of.

You made another trip from the closet to the bed, carrying more of Dean’s clothes for your nest. You were anxious and could feel that it was almost time. With Jody, Donna, and Cass on standby, and everything ready and prepared, you were impatiently waiting for the birth of your and Dean’s baby girl.

Crawling into the nest and surrounding yourself with your Alpha’s scent, you take a deep breath and try to relax. Dean can tell your blood pressure is high, saying your heartbeat hasn’t been the same these past few weeks, and baby girl’s is a little faster, too. He’d confined you to your shared bedroom to put your feet up and to try and keep your blood pressure down.

Being waited on hand and foot had been nice at first, but now you’re fed up and extremely agitated all the time. You know you’re no fun to be around right now, but being unable to perform your duties as an Omega and take care of your pups, your Alpha, and—as the matriarch of your pack—everyone else, is beginning to take its toll on you.

To add to your distress, you’re upset to be missing so much time with your boys, and Dean has had to calm you down about that at least once a day. In the end, he agreed to go to their bedroom each day and get some of their clothing for you to add to your nest so you had their scents constantly around you. It helped, but the pit in your stomach never really went away.

The boys came to see you all the time, though, telling you all about their adventures with Daddy and Uncle Sam. You particularly enjoyed their stories of how they constantly wound up poor, unsuspecting Uncle Cass. Those were your favourite moments of the day. That, and when Dean came to bed. It’s only then you truly feel content, loved and safe in your Alpha’s arms.

As you settle back into your nest, the twins come crashing through your bedroom door, and you grin happily.

“Mommy! Mommy! Help! Daddy’s trying to steal the treasure!” Charlie shouts, even though he’s only a foot away from you and there’s no need for his raised voice.

“Quick, hide!” you say dramatically, throwing the bedcovers down and encouraging them to crawl in next to you.

Bobby and Charlie pull the covers over themselves and cuddle into your side. Each boy wraps an arm around your expansive stomach, and you sigh contentedly.

“Ma’am, I am sorry to disturb you, but you wouldn’t happen to have seen two little scamps running through here, now, would you?” Dean drawls from the doorway. He winks at you, and you grin back.

“Why no, sir, I have not,” you respond, placing each hand on top of the lumps next to you.

“I’m truly sorry for disturbing you, Ma’am. If you do see them, I’ll be down in the kitchen having me some pie,” he responds, a silent question hanging between you. ‘Are you okay? You got them?’ You nod, grinning when he winks again and closes the bedroom door.

“Daddy’s gone, boys. You can come out now,” you say, smiling at the feeling of four small hands rubbing your swollen stomach.

“We want to cuddle with you and our sister,” Charlie responds, and you chuckle.

“We’d both like that very much,” you smile at the timely kick to one of your kidneys, and hug your boys tighter to your sides, sighing happily.

Dean’s POV

The serenity Dean felt from his Omega at having her pups in her arms kept him content enough to help Sam do some research for a few hours. There had been whispers and rumblings across the hunting community of what was probably the biggest and wickedest coven of witches anyone had ever known.

The ancient coven of Vindicta Pro Prima had roots going all the way back to the 1692 Salem Witch Trials, and was likely hundreds strong across continental America. The Winchesters weren’t stupid enough to think they’d be able to take them all down, but the more information they could gather, the better chance they had at protecting themselves and keeping up with whatever master plan Castiel and Rowena said they were cooking up.

Exhausted from worry for his Omega and unborn pup, and from taking care of his pack while she cared for herself and the life she was growing, Dean eventually relented at Sam’s insistence that he go to bed.

“I’ve got this, Dean. Go and rest with your family,” Sam smiled, still not quite believing the change in his big brother over the past few years from a stubborn alpha with commitment issues to a doting husband and father, and a fierce pack leader.

“Thanks, Sammy. Don’t stay up too late, alright? We can pick this up again tomorrow,” Dean said, standing from the table and stretching his back and shoulders out after sitting hunched over a laptop for hours.

“Goodnight, Dean.” Sam hadn’t agreed with him, Dean noticed and knew his brother wouldn't come back out easily once he’d gone down a research rabbit hole.

“Night, Sammy.”

Dean’s heart soared at the sight he was met with in his bedroom: his beautiful Omega fast asleep with a soft smile on her face and an arm around each of their boys. Bobby and Charlie were curled into their mother, snoring softly and, he hoped, having pleasant dreams.

Quietly, he made his way over to the bed and gently stroked Bobby’s hair, making him stir slightly. “Come on, buddy. Let’s get you to your own bed, huh?” he whispered as he lifted the still half-asleep little boy into his arms.

Your POV

You jolt awake at the movement, ready to start a war with whoever had disturbed your sleeping pups. Realising it’s Dean, you smile, settle back down, and watch as he lifts Bobby into his arms. A small smile flits across your Alpha’s face as the tired boy snuggles into his neck and immediately falls back asleep.

Dean walks around to the other side of the bed and expertly picks Charlie up one-handed, making heat pool in the base of your stomach. Dean smirks, and you know he can feel it too, but you don’t care. Your big, strong Alpha is taking care of your pups; hormones or not, that is the sexiest thing in the world to you.

Your eyes drop to his ass as he walks out of your bedroom and carries your pups next door to their bedroom. Your mind drifts to the last time you and Dean had ‘alone time’ two months ago. You’d missed it; missed him, but you hadn’t been in the best of health for most of this pregnancy, and it’d been the last thing on either of your minds until now. And right now, you need him. Desperately.

You’d been surprised at how submissive Dean became in the bedroom when you were pregnant. It wasn't an Alpha tendency to let his Omega take control during sex, but something about you carrying his children made him soft and gentle, and allowed you to take what you wanted, how you wanted it. 

“Oh, I know that look!” Dean chuckles as he comes back into your shared bedroom.

“Pants off and get your ass over here, Winchester!” you giggle, throwing your pyjama shorts at him.

“Yes, ma’am!” Dean smirks, quickly stripping off his clothes and climbing into bed.

As soon as he’s settled, you straddle his thighs and kiss him, shivering as his hands skim up your legs and tug at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head and throwing it to the floor.

“I’ve missed this,” you sigh as you sink down on his length, moaning and rolling your eyes at the feeling of him stretching your walls. 

Murmured voices wake you from a deep and peaceful sleep. There’s no suffocating but comforting heat surrounding you, so you know Dean is already up. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you climb out of your cosy nest and follow the murmuring into the kitchen.

“What are you doing up, sweetheart? You’re supposed to be on bed rest,” Dean says, although his tone isn’t as stern as you expect. Likely due to you reassuring him several times last night that you and the pup are fine.

“I heard voices,” you say, looking around at the faces smiling back at you. Jody, Donna, Jack, Rowena, Castiel, Eileen, and Sam – your whole extended pack are all huddled around in the kitchen. “What’s everyone doing here?”

“I asked them to come,” Rowena states. “I have information on the coven that needs all of your attention–”

“Except yours, Omega,” Dean states, his Alpha beginning to show its dominance to the pack. “You don’t need to be a part of this. You need to rest.”

“Oh, nonsense, Dean. Trust me, I am fluent in pregnant omega, and I can assure you that both Y/N and the baby are completely fine and healthy,” Rowena smiles knowingly, and you frown at her. “About to give birth, but completely fine.”

“I’m sorry, what?” you panic.

“That’s the other reason I asked everyone to come. You’re about to give birth, dear. The stars have aligned, and a little… something last night pushed you along, but all is as it should be. Now, let’s get you comfortable and settled,” Rowena soothes. “You need to save your energy. You’re in for a long day. This precious little girl will not be born under the sign of Taurus.”

“I’m sorry, what?” you repeat, feeling your heart begin to hammer.

“Omega, calm down,” Dean instructs, and instantly, you take a deep, controlled breath to lower your increasing heartbeat.

“She is meant to be a curious, intelligent, and witty little Gemini,” Rowena chuckles. “Funny, really, given that her brothers are twins!”

“But that’s–” you trail off with a frown.

“Sometime tomorrow, dearie, yes.” Rowena patiently placates you.

“But…” you look at your watch. “The sun is barely up.” The birth of the twins was long, and you’d hoped, based on everything everyone had told you, that things would go much quicker this time.

“Like I said, you’re in for a long day. Come, let’s get you in a warm bath to relax your cervix.”

“My… what?” You’re stunned. You’re not due for another month, and the news that your daughter is coming early is not what you expected when you woke up this morning, and you wonder if this is all a dream.

“I know you’re not officially due for another five weeks, but the fates never lie, dear. This baby is coming today… Well, tomorrow, but you know what I mean,” Rowena pauses, another knowing smile gracing her porcelain face as she waits patiently for you to catch up with everything she’s told you.

Your water breaks, and Rowena steps closer to you, taking your arm and guiding you towards the bathroom. “My bag, please, Dean,” she calls over her shoulder.  

“Dean!” you yell, noticing he’s just as stunned as you are and has made no effort to follow you and Rowena.

“What? Oh… right. I’m coming.” He springs into action, grabbing Rowena’s bag as requested and following his wife and the witch down the hallway.

Dean hasn’t left your bedroom for hours. In the early stages, he’d go and play with the twins for short bursts of time, but as your contractions became closer together, he stayed in the room, pacing like a caged animal as he impatiently waited to meet the newest member of his pack.

You’d thought Rowena was playing a cruel joke on you when she said you wouldn’t give birth until the following day, but now, at nineteen hours into your labour, you are exhausted and more than ready for your daughter to make her way into the world.

In a sudden whirlwind of activity after such a slow build-up, you cling desperately to Dean as he whispers how proud he is of you, and Rowena continuously encourages you to push, telling you it’s almost over.

Before you’ve fully caught up with what’s happening, a high-pitched wail erupts through the otherwise still and silent bunker. All of the pain, tiredness, and frustration vanish in a second, and all you want is to hold your little girl.

“There we are, beautiful,” Rowena coos as she wraps the wriggling baby in a soft, pink blanket. “Time to meet your mummy!” The witch places the crying baby into your arms to start the scent bonding between you and your pup.

Knowing omegas are particularly protective and can be aggressive if disturbed before they’ve formed a bond with their children, Dean lets you be, staying back and watching on adoringly as you fuss over the little pink bundle in your arms. 

“I’ll go and let the others know. They’ll be banging down the door in a minute if someone doesn’t go and see them,” Rowena smiles, watching as the baby stops crying. The initial bond between you both is now complete.  

“Alpha,” you finally say, chuckling as Dean’s face lights up, knowing exactly what you’re going to say next, and yet, he waits until you say the words.

“Come and meet our daughter.”

Dean climbs onto the bed and carefully takes your daughter in his arms, starting the scent bonding process all over again, this time between Alpha and his daughter.

There’s a knock at your bedroom door, and Dean looks to you for permission to grant them entry to your nest—you and your baby’s safe haven. At your nod, Dean announces for them to enter, and you smile as the first visitor isn’t Sam as you expect, but Castiel.

“Rowena tells me the baby is beautiful like her mother and stubborn like her father,” he says as he walks slowly over to you. “Though I can’t speak for her stubbornness yet, she is very beautiful.”

“Thank you, Cass,” you beam.

“Would you allow me to bless your daughter?” the angel asks, and Dean once again looks to you for permission.

“Of course, Cass. Thank you,” you nod, giggling as you feel Dean’s anxiety levels rise at the possibility of his pup getting hurt.

“Easy, Alpha,” you soothe, placing your hand on his thigh. “This isn’t anything we and the boys haven’t already been through. She’ll be fine.”

“What is her name?” Cass asks, directing his question at Dean in an effort to help placate the tense Alpha.

“Joanna,” Dean smiles, feeling more and more at ease with every stroke of his Omega’s hand over his thigh.

“It is my pleasure to meet you, Joanna,” Cass says softly to the baby. “I can tell you’re feeling safe and happy in your father’s arms, and I promise you won’t feel anything.�� The angel recites a prayer and a blessing, before bestowing the same angel wardings her parents, brothers, and uncle have.

“Of course, you’re already a daddy’s girl!” you chuckle softly, taking Joanna from Dean and looking her over to check she isn’t showing any signs of discomfort from the angel’s protection ritual.

“The twins are impatiently awaiting an introduction. Should I tell them they can come in, or do you need some more time to bond?” Cass asks, and you laugh again as Dean looks to you for permission, his puppy eyes almost rivalling his baby brother’s.

“Of course they can come in! They need to meet their little sister!” you giggle softly as you feel Dean’s relief, the protective Alpha desperate to have all of his pups in the same room to keep a better eye on those who mean the most to him.

Sam brings the yawning, heavy-eyed twins into your room. They hadn’t wanted to go to bed and miss the chance to meet their little sister, so they had fought valiantly to keep themselves awake. Their tiredness disappears as soon as they see the pink bundle of blankets in your arms, and they run over to your bed, carefully climb onto the mattress, and crawl closer, their eyes wide and already filled with love.

“Boys, this is Joanna,” you tell them, and smile encouragingly as Charlie moves closer.

“Hi, Joanna,” Charlie whispers. “I’m Charlie, your big brother!”

“And I’m Bobby. Your bigger brother. I’m six minutes older than Charlie!” your other son adds, and you and Dean share a chuckle before settling down into your nest to rest with your growing family. 

You wake a few hours later, knowing on instinct it’s because Joanna is hungry. It’s a huge relief that you’ve bonded with your baby because you hadn’t really felt much from her until now, and with the twins, the connection was instant.

Feeding Joanna, you can’t help but smile. Yes, you’re tired and sore, and you know it’s not going to be easy running around after three kids, but you’re happy. And that’s all that matters, because a few years ago, you couldn’t even imagine this would be your future, but now, even though the road was long and bumpy, you have all you need.

The End

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no one can take that much pain and not break. no one.

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You looked so pretty today.

I just want to kiss you.

I miss you.

Reread my little roman empire «Wait and Hope» by incredible @mightbewriting 💚

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I imagine happened before Sam left for Stanford

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Big announcement regarding the future of my writing...

As far as tumblr is concerned, I'm still not going to be posting fics on here for the foreseeable. Any fanfic I post going forward will be memebrs exclusive.

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the culmination of soulless sam high on demon blood while possessed by lucifer would've put everybody in their place and showed them how it's done. they'd be terrified of him. nobody stood a chance against that and that's why the writers couldn't do it. they knew jarpad would've put his whole pussy into that role and soulless boyking of hell sam would've killed everybody and the show would've ended.

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So, FYI you guys, sometimes if you go to your favorite writers and flail at them a lot about how much you love their fics with lots of specific examples, they will let you read thousands of words of their unpublished WIPs and you can flail even more. Also sometimes after that you get to be friends, too, and help them come up with ideas. And vice versa! This is pretty much the best thing in the world and it is called fandom.

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“ Jack and his two dads!!” NO!!!!! SAM IS HIS DAD TOO!!!!! THAT’S STATED MULTIPLE TIMES!!!! SAM WAS THE FIRST OUT OF HIM AND DEAN TO GIVE JACK THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT!!! THE FIRST TO GIVE HIM LOVE!!!! HE SAW HIMSELF IN JACK!!! HE GAVE HIM THE WORDS AND SUPPORT HE DIDN’T GET!!! AHHH!

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Thank you Michelle! I'm so glad you enjoyed this! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ If anyone makes art of this pllllleaaaaasseeeee tag me

Shadow

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, OFCs

Warnings: Fluff, just soooo much fluff, brothers being brothers, kittens.

Word Count: 2600

Summary: Sam finds a stray kitten.

Hey! I've written something! The last five months have been kinda crazy, but I promise I have more things in the works. This fic is unbeta'd so please excuse my tense issues. A special thanks to @synmorite and @writethelifeyouwant for dealing with this absolute fluffy nonsense from me. This was meant to be a drabble... but it got away from me. Inspired by this post

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It started with just one kitten. Sam was out on his morning routine, when he spotted the kitten, hiding (poorly) in a bush next to the bunker. He approaches it slowly, high pitched cries filling the air. Sam searches for a mama cat, or even siblings, but the kitten appears to be alone and abandoned. It couldn't have been more than a few weeks old, and fit in the palm of Sam's hand. It was a little mangy, dark fur matted and gunk in its green eyes. 

It purred as Sam held it close to him, the little thing had to be starving.He wraps the kitten in his sweatshirt, and makes the unwise decision to sneak the kitten inside. Once he has the stowaway safely in his bedroom he quickly opens his laptop and Google's 'what to feed

an abandoned kitten.' A small meow comes from the kitten, having unwrapped itself from the hoodie, and is now toddling across Sam's bed, clearly seeking his attention. 

He sneaks into the kitchen, trying to find something that will satiate the kitten until he can get to a store and buy proper food. There's some canned tuna-- who knows how old it is but figures that's better than nothing. He thinks about getting some milk, but remembers from the search that cows milk is actually bad for cats, that water is better. He finds a saucer, Men of Letters had all kinds of china stashed away that he or Dean hardly used and scoops a bit of the tuna onto it, and fills a bowl full of water. 

Dean eyes him suspiciously when they run into each other in the hall, but doesn't say anything. When Sam returns to his room, the kitten has made itself at home, curling up on his pillow, kneading the sheet, and purring loudly, well, he supposes this is his cat now. Dean's gonna be pissed, but his rules always involved dogs, not cats, Sam reasons, and puts the saucer and bowl on the bed, and watches as the strong aroma makes the kitten's head perk up, sniffing the air before clumsily making it's way towards the food, and chomping away. 

"Guess we need to get you a name," Sam's wonders outloud to the kitten, who is currently focused on the food in front of it. "Shadow?" He tests, it's not that original, he knows, but what else could he name it, Snowball? He even looks through a pet name finder, but 'Shadow' is the only thing that seems to stick, and he figures it could work for a boy or girl. 

A knock on the door startles Sam, and throws his hoodie back over the kitten in a desperate attempt to hide it. Dean's eyebrow furrows as Sam answers the door doing his best to make himself look like he's not done something wrong. Dean tells him that Jody's asked for some help on a case, a milk-run, but they've been going through an abnormal calm: they haven't had a case in weeks, and Dean has started to get antsy. Sam declines, he's enjoyed the quiet, plus, now he's got a kitten who needs him. Shadow nearly reveals himself by letting out a meow, and Dean seems to want to question Sam, when instead a loud, boisterous sneeze leaves him. Crap, Dean's allergic, Sam always thought he was lying about that.

"It's probably 'cause this place hasn't been cleaned in ages," Sam excuses. "Not since Mrs. Butters…"

"Yeah, well, it's not like we can hire a cleaning service," Dean sniffs.

Sam promises to clean from top to bottom while Dean's away, also formulating a plan to keep Shadow's presence a secret until he can figure out the right time to tell Dean. Dean says he'll be back in a few days, a week at most, and within a few minutes the roar of the Impala's engine fills the garage, and Sam knows he and Shadow are safe. 

"You almost got us caught, buddy," Sam chuckles as he uncovers the kitten, small remnants of tuna cover the kitten's face, he scratches the top of Shadow's head, as he laps at the tuna still on the plate. 

By the time Shadow's done eating, his little belly has rounded, and he climbs into Sam's lap as he continues researching, making lists of what he'll need to buy, and even starts looking into the local vets. He's glad he told Dean that he would stay behind when Jody called for backup on a case, he won't have to explain why he's suddenly bringing in loads of pet supplies. 

He decides to bring the kitten with him to the pet store, figuring the workers may be more equipped with helping him get the right products to make sure Shadow is getting proper nutrition. The kitten curiously inspects the car when Sam sets him down inside, sniffing loudly and even pawing at the dangling keys as Sam starts the engine. Shadow eventually settles on his lap, quietly napping as Sam makes his way into town. 

He pulls up to the pet store, and makes the realization that he has nothing to keep Shadow in while they buy supplies. He supposes that he could just carry the kitten, he only weighs a few pounds, if that, and he wasn't too squirmy, and figures that's his best option. The young girls are immediately in awe when Sam walks in with Shadow, the kitten letting out the tiniest of meows, clearly trying to bring even more attention to the pair. 

He doesn't even know where to begin. Food he rationalizes is probably the best place, Shadow, as much as he seemed to enjoy the tuna, probably needs something with more nutrition, and Sam remembers one search telling that abandoned kittens, especially those who are extremely young, need formula. Sam stands in the aisle, overwhelmed by the choices, until a woman closer to his age sees the confused look on his face. 

"You need some help?" Heather, the tag on her shirt reads, and Sam turns to show her Shadow, and proceeds to go on for nearly five minutes about how he found the kitten and doesn't know the first thing about taking care of a cat. When he finally takes a breath, Heather chuckles slightly, before showing him the basics. She gets him a small buggy, and helps him start to fill it. Formula and a syringe to feed him, wet food, dry food, food bowl, a fancy water bowl with a filter, a flea and tick bath after Sam tells her that as far he knows the kitten's only ever lived outside. She suggests gently wiping his eyes until a vet appointment can be made, and even gives Sam the local vets number.

They get to the section Sam was dreading most, litter boxes. Heather tells Sam that most kittens don't need much training to use the box, but expect a few accidents, especially once confirming that Shadow is, in fact, a boy. Heather then leads him to the toy sections, pointing out cat trees and other things that Shadow might have fun playing with. she even suggests that if Sam wanted to put in the time and effort, he could even train the kitten to eventually go on walks, though he thinks that may be a little too much.

By the time they're done, his cart is full, and Shadow has migrated from the crook of his arm, to being perched on Sam's shoulder, or at least he was until he lost his balance and made – what Sam felt had to be a terrifying for the kitten (and not for him) – six foot drop to the floor. Shadow just looked up at him and meowed  as if he was saying "I'm okay!" The girl behind the checkout counter struggled to suppress her laugh as Sam coddled the kitten, shushing him and giving him soft pets, almost like he was calming an upset child.

Heather assures him that Shadow will be fine, that young kittens are a little wobbly on their feet and falls are going to happen. Sam offers a half smile to the girl behind the counter, making her blush, as he continues to fuss over the kitten.

An hour later, Sam's set up a cat tree in one corner of his room, a litter box in the other, and gave Shadow a bath. The kitten was skinnier than he thought, and he wondered how long he'd been alone outside. Sam rummages through the bag to find the kitten formula, Heather suggesting that he could use it to supplement Shadow's diet between portions of wet food. He carefully mixes everything together, and grabs a small bottle, and Shadow immediately takes it, suckling down the whole thing in only a matter of minutes.

That night, Shadow ignores the plush bed Sam bought for him, opting to lie down so that his head rested on Sam's shoulder, kneading him gently and purring loudly.

By the time Dean returns, Sam has unfortunately forgotten that his brother doesn't know about the kitten until he starts sneezing every five minutes.

"I thought you were going clean, Sam," Dean grumbles between sneezes. He had cleaned, but then Shadow decided to escape Sam's room, and honestly, it's a miracle Sam found him.

"I heard the pollen is really bad this time of year," Sam says, hoping that Dean will buy that it's something that he carried from Sioux Falls and not the kitten stashed away in his room. "Maybe you should wash all of your things again and see if that helps?"

"I was in Baby for 5 hours and didn't sneeze once, Sam. In fact, I felt fine until I walked into the library," Sam mentally berates himself, he and Shadow spent practically the whole day in the library yesterday. Shadow explored every inch, and even laid down on the table while Sam did research. 

Another week goes by, and Sam, unbeknownst to Dean, had been slipping Benadryl into Dean’s eggs. Sam did his research, certain pet allergies can lessen or even go away once a person has had enough exposure (and he figures a few anti-allergens couldn’t hurt). Sam even lets Shadow roll around on one of Dean’s shirts when he’s gone. Sam hates keeping Shadow locked away but until he can acclimate Dean to the idea of a cat in the bunker, but until then, it’s Sam’s room only. 

Dean’s been acting strange, Sam’s noticed over the last few weeks. Suddenly buying cans upon cans of Tuna, something Sam knows he hates. Sam never sees the tuna being eaten, and yet one by one the cans disappear. Maybe he’s sneaking into Sam’s room and feeding Shadow when Sam’s not around? Maybe this is Dean’s way of telling him that he’s figured out about Shadow, but is too stubborn to say anything. After a second shopping trip, again returning with an obscene amount of tuna, Sam decides to call his bluff.

“Here,” Sam slides the tuna sandwich over to Dean. “I always thought you hated tuna, but you’ve been getting so much of it lately, I must’ve been wrong all these years.” Dean eyes the sandwich warily, they both know the only thing he hates more than tuna is turkey bacon, and Sam’s sure that he would rather eat that than admit that he knows and has been taking care of the kitten in Sam’s room.

“I’m good,” Dean excuses, though they both know there’s only one way out of this particular situation. “I just– I figured it’d be good to have more shelf-stable food around here. Never know when the fridge could break or the power could go down…”

Sam chokes back a laugh, the greatest minds in the world built the bunker, it was dormant for over 50 years and everything worked just as it should. They barely even understood how they got power, water, Sam’s still not entirely sure how the wifi worked there. 

“So if we somehow lost power, you’d be willing to eat tuna everyday until we eventually die?” Sam asks skeptically. “Admit it Dean, you bought these for Shadow.”

“You know about Shadow?” Dean asks, confusion laced in his voice.

“Of course I know about Shadow! He’s sleeping in my room right now.” 

“Um, no,” Dean’s brow furrows, “he’s in my room, waiting for his lunch.”

Had Dean actually been sneaking Shadow out of his room to secretly feed the kitten? Did he think that Sam wasn’t feeding him enough? But if Shadow was getting twice the amount of meals, he should be putting on more weight. Dean gestures for Sam to follow him, scraping the tuna off the bread, and into a bowl. Sam rolls his eyes and follows behind Dean, waiting impatiently for him to open his bedroom door, and free Sam’s kitten.

When Dean opens the door, the sight on the bed surprises Sam. There is a kitten sitting on Dean’s pillow that looks nearly identical to Shadow, but Sam’s spent enough time with his kitten to know that this one isn’t his. Dark fluffy fur, but the giveaway is this kitten has golden eyes as opposed to Shadow’s green ones. They must be siblings, and a pang of guilt fills Sam; he should’ve looked harder, but there were no signs of a mama or other kittens.

“I found him outside a week ago, figured that we could give him a home. Just been trying to find a way to see if it was okay with you.” Dean picks up the scrawny kitten, who lets out a high pitched meow. “I couldn’t get him to eat anything, so the girl at the pet store suggested tuna.”

“That’s not Shadow,” he states dumbly, unsure of what else to say. Dean looks at him curiously before Sam makes his way to his own room, Dean following closely behind him with his own kitten. Shadow is sitting on the edge of Sam’s bed when he enters, something he loves, knowing that he seems to recognize his footsteps. “This is Shadow,” Sam states as Dean walks in.

“I knew you were hiding something in here!” Dean accuses. “You know I’m allergic to cats, Sam! I could’ve died!” Sam can’t help but laugh, clearly Dean had forgotten that he was also hiding a cat, and was even at that moment, holding a cat in his arm.

“Yeah, your life has clearly been in danger this whole time,” Sam chortles. Shadow jumps down from the bed, landing with a soft thump and umph, and Dean’s Shadow squirms in his arms. He wriggles around until Dean finally lets him down, and the two brothers immediately begin to play– one Shadow chasing the other Shadow around.

“Well, one of us is going to have to change their cat’s name,” Dean states matter-of-factly. “We can’t both have kitten’s named ‘Shadow.’ I’m the oldest, so my Shadow keeps his name.”

After three rounds of Rock, Paper, Scissors, Dean concedes to changing his Shadow’s name. An argument ensues when Dean picks a new name. He, like Sam, hadn’t given much thought to a name outside of Shadow. Dean even tries to compromise that they both change their respective kitten’s name, but Sam refuses. He’s had his kitten much longer, and his Shadow has already begun responding to his name. As the kittens settle down, curling into each other, Dean announces that his kitten will become Shadow II.

Sam rolls his eyes, but accepts the new name. As the kittens drift off, Dean makes a comment that takes Sam by surprise, “do y’think there’s more out there?”

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Shadow

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, OFCs

Warnings: Fluff, just soooo much fluff, brothers being brothers, kittens.

Word Count: 2600

Summary: Sam finds a stray kitten.

Hey! I've written something! The last five months have been kinda crazy, but I promise I have more things in the works. This fic is unbeta'd so please excuse my tense issues. A special thanks to @synmorite and @writethelifeyouwant for dealing with this absolute fluffy nonsense from me. This was meant to be a drabble... but it got away from me. Inspired by this post

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It started with just one kitten. Sam was out on his morning routine, when he spotted the kitten, hiding (poorly) in a bush next to the bunker. He approaches it slowly, high pitched cries filling the air. Sam searches for a mama cat, or even siblings, but the kitten appears to be alone and abandoned. It couldn't have been more than a few weeks old, and fit in the palm of Sam's hand. It was a little mangy, dark fur matted and gunk in its green eyes. 

It purred as Sam held it close to him, the little thing had to be starving.He wraps the kitten in his sweatshirt, and makes the unwise decision to sneak the kitten inside. Once he has the stowaway safely in his bedroom he quickly opens his laptop and Google's 'what to feed

an abandoned kitten.' A small meow comes from the kitten, having unwrapped itself from the hoodie, and is now toddling across Sam's bed, clearly seeking his attention. 

He sneaks into the kitchen, trying to find something that will satiate the kitten until he can get to a store and buy proper food. There's some canned tuna-- who knows how old it is but figures that's better than nothing. He thinks about getting some milk, but remembers from the search that cows milk is actually bad for cats, that water is better. He finds a saucer, Men of Letters had all kinds of china stashed away that he or Dean hardly used and scoops a bit of the tuna onto it, and fills a bowl full of water. 

Dean eyes him suspiciously when they run into each other in the hall, but doesn't say anything. When Sam returns to his room, the kitten has made itself at home, curling up on his pillow, kneading the sheet, and purring loudly, well, he supposes this is his cat now. Dean's gonna be pissed, but his rules always involved dogs, not cats, Sam reasons, and puts the saucer and bowl on the bed, and watches as the strong aroma makes the kitten's head perk up, sniffing the air before clumsily making it's way towards the food, and chomping away. 

"Guess we need to get you a name," Sam's wonders outloud to the kitten, who is currently focused on the food in front of it. "Shadow?" He tests, it's not that original, he knows, but what else could he name it, Snowball? He even looks through a pet name finder, but 'Shadow' is the only thing that seems to stick, and he figures it could work for a boy or girl. 

A knock on the door startles Sam, and throws his hoodie back over the kitten in a desperate attempt to hide it. Dean's eyebrow furrows as Sam answers the door doing his best to make himself look like he's not done something wrong. Dean tells him that Jody's asked for some help on a case, a milk-run, but they've been going through an abnormal calm: they haven't had a case in weeks, and Dean has started to get antsy. Sam declines, he's enjoyed the quiet, plus, now he's got a kitten who needs him. Shadow nearly reveals himself by letting out a meow, and Dean seems to want to question Sam, when instead a loud, boisterous sneeze leaves him. Crap, Dean's allergic, Sam always thought he was lying about that.

"It's probably 'cause this place hasn't been cleaned in ages," Sam excuses. "Not since Mrs. Butters…"

"Yeah, well, it's not like we can hire a cleaning service," Dean sniffs.

Sam promises to clean from top to bottom while Dean's away, also formulating a plan to keep Shadow's presence a secret until he can figure out the right time to tell Dean. Dean says he'll be back in a few days, a week at most, and within a few minutes the roar of the Impala's engine fills the garage, and Sam knows he and Shadow are safe. 

"You almost got us caught, buddy," Sam chuckles as he uncovers the kitten, small remnants of tuna cover the kitten's face, he scratches the top of Shadow's head, as he laps at the tuna still on the plate. 

By the time Shadow's done eating, his little belly has rounded, and he climbs into Sam's lap as he continues researching, making lists of what he'll need to buy, and even starts looking into the local vets. He's glad he told Dean that he would stay behind when Jody called for backup on a case, he won't have to explain why he's suddenly bringing in loads of pet supplies. 

He decides to bring the kitten with him to the pet store, figuring the workers may be more equipped with helping him get the right products to make sure Shadow is getting proper nutrition. The kitten curiously inspects the car when Sam sets him down inside, sniffing loudly and even pawing at the dangling keys as Sam starts the engine. Shadow eventually settles on his lap, quietly napping as Sam makes his way into town. 

He pulls up to the pet store, and makes the realization that he has nothing to keep Shadow in while they buy supplies. He supposes that he could just carry the kitten, he only weighs a few pounds, if that, and he wasn't too squirmy, and figures that's his best option. The young girls are immediately in awe when Sam walks in with Shadow, the kitten letting out the tiniest of meows, clearly trying to bring even more attention to the pair. 

He doesn't even know where to begin. Food he rationalizes is probably the best place, Shadow, as much as he seemed to enjoy the tuna, probably needs something with more nutrition, and Sam remembers one search telling that abandoned kittens, especially those who are extremely young, need formula. Sam stands in the aisle, overwhelmed by the choices, until a woman closer to his age sees the confused look on his face. 

"You need some help?" Heather, the tag on her shirt reads, and Sam turns to show her Shadow, and proceeds to go on for nearly five minutes about how he found the kitten and doesn't know the first thing about taking care of a cat. When he finally takes a breath, Heather chuckles slightly, before showing him the basics. She gets him a small buggy, and helps him start to fill it. Formula and a syringe to feed him, wet food, dry food, food bowl, a fancy water bowl with a filter, a flea and tick bath after Sam tells her that as far he knows the kitten's only ever lived outside. She suggests gently wiping his eyes until a vet appointment can be made, and even gives Sam the local vets number.

They get to the section Sam was dreading most, litter boxes. Heather tells Sam that most kittens don't need much training to use the box, but expect a few accidents, especially once confirming that Shadow is, in fact, a boy. Heather then leads him to the toy sections, pointing out cat trees and other things that Shadow might have fun playing with. she even suggests that if Sam wanted to put in the time and effort, he could even train the kitten to eventually go on walks, though he thinks that may be a little too much.

By the time they're done, his cart is full, and Shadow has migrated from the crook of his arm, to being perched on Sam's shoulder, or at least he was until he lost his balance and made – what Sam felt had to be a terrifying for the kitten (and not for him) – six foot drop to the floor. Shadow just looked up at him and meowed  as if he was saying "I'm okay!" The girl behind the checkout counter struggled to suppress her laugh as Sam coddled the kitten, shushing him and giving him soft pets, almost like he was calming an upset child.

Heather assures him that Shadow will be fine, that young kittens are a little wobbly on their feet and falls are going to happen. Sam offers a half smile to the girl behind the counter, making her blush, as he continues to fuss over the kitten.

An hour later, Sam's set up a cat tree in one corner of his room, a litter box in the other, and gave Shadow a bath. The kitten was skinnier than he thought, and he wondered how long he'd been alone outside. Sam rummages through the bag to find the kitten formula, Heather suggesting that he could use it to supplement Shadow's diet between portions of wet food. He carefully mixes everything together, and grabs a small bottle, and Shadow immediately takes it, suckling down the whole thing in only a matter of minutes.

That night, Shadow ignores the plush bed Sam bought for him, opting to lie down so that his head rested on Sam's shoulder, kneading him gently and purring loudly.

By the time Dean returns, Sam has unfortunately forgotten that his brother doesn't know about the kitten until he starts sneezing every five minutes.

"I thought you were going clean, Sam," Dean grumbles between sneezes. He had cleaned, but then Shadow decided to escape Sam's room, and honestly, it's a miracle Sam found him.

"I heard the pollen is really bad this time of year," Sam says, hoping that Dean will buy that it's something that he carried from Sioux Falls and not the kitten stashed away in his room. "Maybe you should wash all of your things again and see if that helps?"

"I was in Baby for 5 hours and didn't sneeze once, Sam. In fact, I felt fine until I walked into the library," Sam mentally berates himself, he and Shadow spent practically the whole day in the library yesterday. Shadow explored every inch, and even laid down on the table while Sam did research. 

Another week goes by, and Sam, unbeknownst to Dean, had been slipping Benadryl into Dean’s eggs. Sam did his research, certain pet allergies can lessen or even go away once a person has had enough exposure (and he figures a few anti-allergens couldn’t hurt). Sam even lets Shadow roll around on one of Dean’s shirts when he’s gone. Sam hates keeping Shadow locked away but until he can acclimate Dean to the idea of a cat in the bunker, but until then, it’s Sam’s room only. 

Dean’s been acting strange, Sam’s noticed over the last few weeks. Suddenly buying cans upon cans of Tuna, something Sam knows he hates. Sam never sees the tuna being eaten, and yet one by one the cans disappear. Maybe he’s sneaking into Sam’s room and feeding Shadow when Sam’s not around? Maybe this is Dean’s way of telling him that he’s figured out about Shadow, but is too stubborn to say anything. After a second shopping trip, again returning with an obscene amount of tuna, Sam decides to call his bluff.

“Here,” Sam slides the tuna sandwich over to Dean. “I always thought you hated tuna, but you’ve been getting so much of it lately, I must’ve been wrong all these years.” Dean eyes the sandwich warily, they both know the only thing he hates more than tuna is turkey bacon, and Sam’s sure that he would rather eat that than admit that he knows and has been taking care of the kitten in Sam’s room.

“I’m good,” Dean excuses, though they both know there’s only one way out of this particular situation. “I just– I figured it’d be good to have more shelf-stable food around here. Never know when the fridge could break or the power could go down…”

Sam chokes back a laugh, the greatest minds in the world built the bunker, it was dormant for over 50 years and everything worked just as it should. They barely even understood how they got power, water, Sam’s still not entirely sure how the wifi worked there. 

“So if we somehow lost power, you’d be willing to eat tuna everyday until we eventually die?” Sam asks skeptically. “Admit it Dean, you bought these for Shadow.”

“You know about Shadow?” Dean asks, confusion laced in his voice.

“Of course I know about Shadow! He’s sleeping in my room right now.” 

“Um, no,” Dean’s brow furrows, “he’s in my room, waiting for his lunch.”

Had Dean actually been sneaking Shadow out of his room to secretly feed the kitten? Did he think that Sam wasn’t feeding him enough? But if Shadow was getting twice the amount of meals, he should be putting on more weight. Dean gestures for Sam to follow him, scraping the tuna off the bread, and into a bowl. Sam rolls his eyes and follows behind Dean, waiting impatiently for him to open his bedroom door, and free Sam’s kitten.

When Dean opens the door, the sight on the bed surprises Sam. There is a kitten sitting on Dean’s pillow that looks nearly identical to Shadow, but Sam’s spent enough time with his kitten to know that this one isn’t his. Dark fluffy fur, but the giveaway is this kitten has golden eyes as opposed to Shadow’s green ones. They must be siblings, and a pang of guilt fills Sam; he should’ve looked harder, but there were no signs of a mama or other kittens.

“I found him outside a week ago, figured that we could give him a home. Just been trying to find a way to see if it was okay with you.” Dean picks up the scrawny kitten, who lets out a high pitched meow. “I couldn’t get him to eat anything, so the girl at the pet store suggested tuna.”

“That’s not Shadow,” he states dumbly, unsure of what else to say. Dean looks at him curiously before Sam makes his way to his own room, Dean following closely behind him with his own kitten. Shadow is sitting on the edge of Sam’s bed when he enters, something he loves, knowing that he seems to recognize his footsteps. “This is Shadow,” Sam states as Dean walks in.

“I knew you were hiding something in here!” Dean accuses. “You know I’m allergic to cats, Sam! I could’ve died!” Sam can’t help but laugh, clearly Dean had forgotten that he was also hiding a cat, and was even at that moment, holding a cat in his arm.

“Yeah, your life has clearly been in danger this whole time,” Sam chortles. Shadow jumps down from the bed, landing with a soft thump and umph, and Dean’s Shadow squirms in his arms. He wriggles around until Dean finally lets him down, and the two brothers immediately begin to play– one Shadow chasing the other Shadow around.

“Well, one of us is going to have to change their cat’s name,” Dean states matter-of-factly. “We can’t both have kitten’s named ‘Shadow.’ I’m the oldest, so my Shadow keeps his name.”

After three rounds of Rock, Paper, Scissors, Dean concedes to changing his Shadow’s name. An argument ensues when Dean picks a new name. He, like Sam, hadn’t given much thought to a name outside of Shadow. Dean even tries to compromise that they both change their respective kitten’s name, but Sam refuses. He’s had his kitten much longer, and his Shadow has already begun responding to his name. As the kittens settle down, curling into each other, Dean announces that his kitten will become Shadow II.

Sam rolls his eyes, but accepts the new name. As the kittens drift off, Dean makes a comment that takes Sam by surprise, “do y’think there’s more out there?”

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When the Lines Blur, Part Four (Finale)

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N and Jeffrey Dean Morgan have been a successful porn couple for a few years. When Jeff decides it’s time for him to retire, he helps Y/N find his replacement who might become more than just a porn partner.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Original Female Character | Jensen Ackles x Reader

Rating: +18 Only

Bingo Square: Someone Gets Serenaded for @jacklesversebingo

Warnings: angst, jealousy, bitchiness, mentions of drug use, language, feelings, heart-to-heart, fools in love, kissing

Word Count: 2.4k

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Y/N’S POV

Your night with Jensen has replayed constantly in your head these past few weeks. It shouldn’t have happened, but you’d needed his comfort. You’d needed him.

Things had been awkward between you on a personal level. He no longer came to your dressing room at breaks or between scenes, and you can’t remember when you last saw him really smile. You needed to talk this out, but the fear that you’d fucked everything up always stops you. For now, at least, you still worked well professionally, but you feel that may be about to change. 

Jensen’s request to shoot a threesome video with his previous partner, Jessica, had taken you by surprise, and your fear of ruining this perfect thing you had with him had doubled. If he wanted to branch out with his old partner, it didn’t bode well for your future with him.

You just had to catch feelings, didn’t you? And you just had to act on those feelings and fuck everything up. You scold yourself as you leave your dressing room. The sooner you get this over with, the sooner you can talk to Jensen and try to salvage whatever relationship you have left with him–personal or professional.

Walking down the hallway that leads to the set, you take a deep breath, roll your shoulders back, and force yourself to stand at full height. This could be your last video with Jensen, so you plaster a fake smile on your face and walk tall and confident into the bedroom set. If you’re going out, you’re going out with a bang.

Jessica laughs at something Jensen says when you enter the set and feel your stomach lurch. She glances your way and smirks. It’s not friendly, and you know you have your work cut out for you on this shoot.

The redhead flicks her hair back, places her hand on Jensen’s bicep, and leans close. She whispers something in his ear, her eyes on you all the time, smirking. Even from your distance, you see him tense and excuse himself, and you can’t help but wonder what she said to make him feel uncomfortable.

“Hey, Jessica,” you stop before her and smile kindly. “It’s nice to meet you.” It kills you to be so nice to her after what she did to Jensen, but you try your hardest to stay professional. “Jensen’s told me a lot about you.”

“Really?” Jessica almost snarls. “Shame I can’t say the same. He’s barely said two words about you.” She folds her arms across her chest and looks you up and down.

“Well, can’t say I’m surprised since he doesn’t talk to you anymore.” Screw professionalism. Especially when she’s clearly just being a bitch.

For a second, Jessica is stunned that you called her out, but she soon finds her tongue. “Can you blame him?” she bites, venom thick in her tone. “You work him so hard, he doesn’t have time for his friends anymore. You’re wearing him out,” she snarls, “just like you wore out Jeff.” It’s not true, and you know it, but it’s a low blow.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you scoff, “a friend doesn’t show up uninvited at your home, off their head on drugs and steal your wallet. I’m not surprised Jensen doesn’t speak to you anymore. In fact, I’m shocked he even agreed to do this.”

When Jensen called you that night, the last thing you’d expected him to say was that Jessica showed up high, stole a couple of hundred bucks from his wallet and left as quickly as she’d arrived. From the fury that crossed Jessica’s face, the last thing she expected was for him to have told you that.

“Ladies,” the director says as he walks on set beside Jensen. He grins slyly at you and Jessica, seemingly unaware of what he interrupted. “I don’t know what I did to deserve directing you two beautiful girls, but I ain’t gonna question it! Are we all ready?”

The three of you take your mark, Jensen and Jessica by the bed, and you off camera for now. In this scene, Jensen and Jessica are having sex before you–Jensen’s wife–come home from work and join them. When the director checks that everyone is where they should be, he calls for quiet on set before counting down and yelling, “Action!”

“Are you sure your wife won’t mind?” Jessica pouts and bats her lashes at Jensen.

“No, sweetheart, she’s gonna love that I brought home a toy for her to play with,” Jensen rumbles as he pulls her shirt off and paws at her breasts.

Jessica moans obscenely loud, and you think you see Jensen flinching at the noise, but it happens so quickly you can’t be sure. He leans in to kiss her, unhooks her bra, and discards it on the floor.

Jensen’s hands cup her bare breasts, and she makes that obscene noise again, and this time, you’re sure Jensen flinches at it. He quickly kisses her, thankfully stifling any further noise. She wasn’t just moaning in an overexaggerated ‘porn’ way; she was wailing the way they did in the vintage 70s porn movies.

You’re on full alert when Jensen slides off the bed, settles on his knees and pulls Jessica down the bed by her ankles. It’s almost time to go on, and your heart is pounding. You watch as he removes Jessica’s g-string and pushes her legs apart, waiting for the moment you make your entrance.

Jensen’s head pushes closer and closer to Jessica’s pussy, and just as he’s about to lick her, he pulls away. He places his head in his hands and sighs. “I can’t do this.”

“Cut!” the director yells. “What’s going on? What have you stopped?”

“I’m sorry,” Jensen says louder and turns to face you. “I can’t do this.” He quickly redresses himself and walks off set, leaving you staring after him, wondering what the hell just happened.

“Jensen!” Jessica shouts. It’s whiny and bratty, like a child who didn’t get her way. It pulls you from your thoughts, and you run after him. Needing to know he’s okay.

You walk into the wine bar Jensen had become a fan of after taking you there for your birthday last year. It doesn’t take long to see him sitting at the bar, his back to you and slouched over what you guess is a double Scotch.

Slowly, you walk over to him, feeling every nerve sizzling in anticipation of what will happen. You slide onto the stool beside him and order a glass of wine.

“Hey,” you say lamely, not really knowing what else you can say right now.

“Hey,” he grumbles, holding up two fingers to order another double.

“You okay?”

“No,” he says simply, and you can’t help but put your arm around his shoulders.

“Anything I can help with?” you try, hoping he’ll open up and talk.

“I’m sorry for running out like that. I wanted to help her,” Jensen looks at you for the first time since you sat down. “I wanted her to see that it could be good, you know? She could have a great career and not be on drugs all the time. She looked up to you, and I thought you and me filming with her would give her better career options.”

The knowledge that she saw you as a role model shocks you given her earlier behaviour, but you remain quiet. Jessica isn’t the first girl who’s turned to drugs in this industry, and she won’t be the last. And when people start taking drugs, everything about them seems to shift and change. Almost like the chemicals affect their personalities as well as their bodies and minds.

“I thought I could do it. I thought I could put my feelings for you aside and film with another woman. But I can’t… I don’t want to.” Jensen swallows the whisky in one gulp and quickly orders another one.

“I’m quitting,” he carefully watches your reaction, studying you in that way he likes to do when he’s trying to see into your soul. “I’d love for you to quit too. For us to be together and start a new chapter, but I get that it’s a lot to ask.”

He stares at you, waiting for you to give him an answer, but your brain is having trouble putting everything he’s said together and even more trouble trying to form a response.

At your continued silence, Jensen nods in defeat, throws a few notes on the bar, and stands to leave. “Well, I guess all that’s left to say is—”

“I want to quit, too.” Finally, you get your brain and mouth on the same page again. “These last few weeks have been hell because all I’ve wanted to do is kiss you and be with you.”

“Yeah?” Jensen smiles and sits back down.

“When you started avoiding me, I thought we’d fucked it all up, and then you wanted to do a video with Jessica, and I knew we were over—”

Jensen’s lips are on yours, shutting you up and your negative thoughts down. You open your mouth and he wastes no time accepting your invitation, and his tongue quickly captures yours.

You’ve kissed him a million times, but this one is different. It’s not hurried or crazed or all teeth and tongue. It’s soft and sensual like you’re the only two people in this bar and have all the time in the world.

“Let’s get out of here,” Jensen rasps when you finally separate.

Jensen takes you to his apartment, and before you’ve had too much time to think about what this means, his lips are on yours again. It’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of, and you can’t quite believe it took you so long to realise it.

After the letter you received from your brother, it finally clicked that you’d never be welcome back in your hometown or the family. You can’t believe you’d been naive enough to think sending money to your father would change anything. You’d sacrificed a year of happiness with Jensen on a whim that you’d get your bitter and judgmental brother back.

It’d been hell trying to stay professional when all you wanted was to settle down with Jensen and start a future with him. Knowing you’d also stopped him from having that was not an easy pill to swallow. Neither was the hell you’d put him and yourself through these past few weeks. But it was over now, and you knew you’d never put anyone above him again. 

“Hey,” Jensen’s soft voice brings you out of your thoughts, and you lift your gaze to meet his concerned one. “Everything alright, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I got caught up in how stupid I’ve been and how much I regret this past year and some of my decisions,” you say, turning away from his gaze and frowning.

“No. We’re not doing this. You don’t have anything to be sorry for. Everything you did was for your family. The fact that they used you to get what they wanted then turned their backs on you is not something you should regret.” Jensen’s words are honest and to the point, making you love him more.

“I know you’re right, but it’s hard, you know? They were my family and they disowned me. Twice. You know the saying, right? Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me? It’s hard not to let it get to me.”

“I get it. It’s easy for me to say that when I’m not the one who went through it. But, sweetheart, I watched you go through it a second time. Come here.” Jensen wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his warm, muscular body.

Home. That’s what he felt like. He’ll always have your back, whatever happens. He’ll always pick you up when you fall, be there to offer comforting words or dwell in the silence, sticking firmly by your side for the rest of your lives.

Pulling away, you gaze into his eyes and slowly lean in. Meeting his soft, plump lips again, you kiss him passionately. All fear and concern that you’re doing the right thing is gone. All worries about ruining your relationship have vanished. Everything you feel is put into that kiss, and the whimper that escapes him tells you he gets it. He understands what you’re trying to say and feels it, too.

Jensen kisses back with just as much feeling, and when he finally pulls away for air, he moves quickly to the record player in the living room, putting on your mother’s favourite song. A song you haven’t listened to in a very long time.

The opening bars of Three Little Birds by Bob Marley & The Wailers bring tears to your eyes. You glance at Jensen with a watery smile and run to him, throwing your arms around his shoulders.

“This was my mom’s favourite song,” you tell him. “I haven’t listened to it since she died. Thank you.”

“For what?” Jensen asks, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“I don’t know, I just really needed to hear this today.”

“I’ll do you one better, sweetheart,” Jensen chuckles before wrapping his arms around your waist and guiding you in a slow shuffle while singing in your ear.

“Don’t worry about a thing‘Cause every little thing is gonna be alright”

Singing, “Don’t worry about a thing

‘Cause every little thing is gonna be alright!”

You’ve heard him sing before, but never so beautifully, leaving you breathless. The fact that he chose to play that song right now is the closure you never knew you needed.

Rise up this morning, smiled with the rising sun

Three little birds pitch by my doorstep

Singing sweet songs of melodies pure and trueSaying, “This is my message to you.”

The words, the message, the meaning, it’s too much, and you cling onto him tightly and let it out: the pain, the fear, the abandonment; the love, the care, the hope; hits you all at once. And you know the lyrics are right. This is right.

“Don’t worry about a thing‘Cause every little thing is gonna be alright”

Singing, “Don’t worry about a thing

‘Cause every little thing is gonna be alright!”

Rise up this morning, smiled with the rising sun

Three little birds pitch by my doorstep

Singing sweet songs of melodies pure and trueSaying, “This is my message to you.”

“Take me to bed, Jensen.”

The End

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When the Lines Blur, Part Two

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N and Jeffrey Dean Morgan have been a successful porn couple for a few years. When Jeff decides it’s time for him to retire, he helps Y/N find his replacement who might become more than just a porn partner.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Rating: +18 Only

Warnings: tw: porn, tw: filming porn, tw: boss/secretary porn, tw: cheating porn, oral sex (m rec), p in v.

Word Count: 2.2k

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Jensen had the job. You were sure of that before he’d even removed his clothes. But throughout the shoot, he remained sweet, charming, and professional, confirming your decision. Like Jeff, Jensen had a great body. He was strong without being overly muscular. They were both tall, broad-shouldered, had a chiselled jaw, and their dicks were the same length, with Jensen winning slightly in girth.

But Jensen intrigued you with his adorable freckles and the greenest eyes you’d ever seen. He almost made you cum during his audition, something that had never happened to you in porn before. If you’d fucked him for much longer, your moans would’ve been real.

At the end of the shoot, when you dropped to your knees to finish him with your mouth, you became a wanton whore, desperate to suck him down your throat and swallow every last drop of his cum. You know you need to be careful; the second you catch a whiff of feelings, it’ll be over. Still, working with Jensen would be a hell of a lot of fun, and you couldn’t wait to get started.

“Thanks for your time, Jensen,” Jeff’s voice brings you out of your daze. “We’ll be in touch.” Just like you, he knew Jensen was the one, and the bastard didn’t hide his delight at the flustering mess you’d become on the green-eyed man’s cock, smirking at you in that all-knowing way he liked to piss you off with.

“Thank you again for the opportunity. Y/N, it was a pleasure auditioning for you,” Jensen shook your hand again, keeping it as a handshake, much to your displeasure.

“No, the pleasure was all mine. Thank you, Jensen,” you say, watching him go around the room, thanking everyone for their time before leaving the room a little less bright when he left.

“Well,” Jeff exclaims with a smirk so cocky, you’d gladly punch it off his face, “I think our girl’s got her guy. Should we send the last one away?”

“Fuck you, Jeff!” you yell, frustrated by his teasing. “Bring in the next one.” Defying Jeff in that moment is all you can do to save face. Your entire team know Jensen is the one and that you’ve found yourself quite enamoured by him. Still, you’re not going to admit that.

“Alright,” your manager chuckles. “I guess we’re getting Jared Padalecki in here.”

“Hey, Jensen. Thanks for meeting me here,” you smile, thankful his chivalry wasn’t an act when he stood and helped you into the seat across from him.

“It’s no trouble. Honestly, I’m glad we’re doing this. I know you and Jeff had a good working relationship; I did with my last partner, too, and I’d like us to have that if we can,” Jensen says, breaking the ice.

“Jeff and I are also great friends, and we were lucky enough to work really, really well together. You and Jessica did, too. If we can get there, great – we’ll have the time of our lives, but what’s more important to me is that we work well, build trust, and have open and honest communication at all times.” Jensen nods in agreement, and you smile. “Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page. So, if there’s anything you want to ask me, please, I am an open book.”

“Okay, why me?” Jensen asks, and you frown. “Because the guy going in after me was… something.”

You laugh, adding Jensen’s coffee of choice to your order and making your way to a table out of the way of other customers. “Jared is an attractive guy, but he was a little too inexperienced in the industry, and I’m not looking for a project right now. Although I did pass his name on to a good friend of mine, I think they’re going to start working together for a little while. He also isn’t my type.”

“You have a type?” Jensen smirks.

“I just mean that this job is difficult enough, and feeling nothing at all for the person you’re going to be filming with makes it even more so. There’s no doubt that Jared is handsome, but I’m not attracted to bulging muscles and six-packs. Unless the bulging muscle is a cock, and it’s a six-pack of beer!” you joke, grinning when Jensen laughs with you.

“Being serious for a second, most women in our industry are used to needing help down there for what we do, and that’s fine on occasion or a one-and-done shoot or even a threesome video. But as a permanent partner that I’m filming four videos a week with, I’d much rather the person was more…”

“Your type?” Jensen grins.

“Yes, Jensen, my type. And before you ask, yes, you are my type,” you admit bashfully.

“Well, Y/N, I think you and I will work very well together because you’re my type, too.”

It surprised you when Jensen said you were his type because his previous partner, Jessica, was your total opposite, and they had impeccable chemistry on screen. You couldn’t wait to see what you’d produce together if you were each other’s ‘type’.

“You ready?” you ask Jensen as he comes out of his dressing room in a smart suit that leaves your mouth dry.

“Ready as I’ll ever be!” he says, his eyes dropping to your chest, which is close to bursting out of your blouse because it’s purposely one size too small. “I’m nervous, though.”

“Jensen, have you seen you?” you chuckle before raking your eyes over his body. “Trust me, honey, you have nothing to be nervous about. Now, come. Dick isn’t one for waiting on the actors.”

“I still can’t believe a guy called Dick directs porn movies. Is that even his real name?” Jensen laughs, and you giggle along with him.

“Richard Speight Jr. is his full name, but if I were him, I'd make sure I was known as Richard or Ricardo… or even Rich, but to willingly be credited as Dick? The guy’s crazy!” You fluff your hair for the last time in the mirror at the end of the hall.

“Great director, though. From what I’ve heard. I haven’t had the pleasure yet,” Jensen nods, his gaze concentrated on your bulging cleavage in the mirror.

“He is. Sweet guy, too. He’s a big teddy bear. But don’t tell him I said that!”

“Your secret’s safe with me, sweetheart.”

“So, I see you applied to be my secretary?” Jensen says in a deep rasp, portraying his porn persona, Duke Wood.

You nod, biting your lip and shuffling your feet, pretending to be nervous. “Yes, sir.”

“What makes you think you deserve the job?”

“I’ve served Mr Delarge for several years now. With his upcoming retirement, I felt now was the perfect time to enhance my career,” you say rather meekly. Innocence is what Dick asked for, and innocence is what he’d get.

“Oh, I’ve heard all about how you… serviced Mr Delarge,” Jensen drawls, scanning the length of your body and biting his tongue a little. He pushes his chair out from the desk and spreads his legs.

“Interview starts now, Ms Wilde,” he states, loosening his belt.

You don’t hesitate, stepping between his legs, lowering to your knees and pulling at his belt and slacks.

Jensen’s hard cock is a sight to behold, and it makes your mouth water. It’s not a professional response, and you know it means trouble, so you do the only thing you can… swallow him and your budding feelings down and give the best damn performance you can for the camera.

SIX MONTHS LATER

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” Jensen barges into your dressing room, holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers and a colourful gift bag.

“Thanks, Jay,” you giggle bashfully.

“Ah, it’s nothing,” he shrugs, handing you the gifts.

“It’s not nothing, Jensen. It’s incredibly sweet of you.”

“So, uhm…” He’s never really been one for embarrassment, but the slight pink tinge gracing his cheeks makes you smile. “What are the birthday girl’s plans for later?”

“I have a hot date with a book, a bubble bath, and a huge glass of red,” you answer, closing your eyes and breathing in the scent of the stunning blooms he’d picked for you.

“Come on! That is no way to celebrate your birthday!” Jensen protests.

“Maybe not, but it’s my way,” you shrug, standing up and fussing with your outfit, making sure you look perfect for the shoot.

“Seriously, Y/N/N, you’re not going to celebrate your birthday? No drinks with friends or dinner with your family?”

“Nope,” you say, popping the ‘p’.

“Nothing?” Jensen confirms, not even trying to hide his shock.

“Nothing.”

“Y/N celebrates other people’s birthdays,” Jeff chuckles from the doorway. “But never her own.”

“Jeffrey!” you cheer enthusiastically, glad to have the heat off you. “I’m so glad you decided to try working behind the camera. I always said you’d be a great director!”

“Yeah, I thought I’d give it a go. As it turns out, I’m pretty good,” Jeff walks towards you and wraps you in a big hug. “Hey, darlin’. Happy birthday.”

“Thanks, Jeff. Come on, let’s get this done!”

Today’s shoot was the classic lonely housewife fucks the hot bachelor neighbour after inviting him in for lemonade when he fixes her car.

“How long has Harry been away for this time?” Jensen’s deep voice booms as he places the glass on the kitchen worktop.

“Almost a week. I took your advice. I told him how lonely and scared I get when he works away and asked him to work at home more.”

“How’d that go?” he asks, picking up the glass and slowly swallowing the sweet ‘homemade’ lemonade.

“He was supposed to come back two days ago, so not well. I’m starting to think he has a whole other family in another State!” you chuckle sadly, and Jensen grasps your chin, tilting it to make you look at him.

“Sweetheart, if he’s cheating on you, he’s a goddamn fool,” Jensen responds, kissing your lips softly. He pulls away, checking your reaction, and when your breath hitches, he leans in for a longer, deeper kiss.

“I shouldn’t…” you gasp as you pull away.

“He doesn’t need to know.”

Jeff was a perfectionist as an actor but took it to another level as a director. Jensen’s been pounding into you for almost an hour. How he hasn’t come yet, you don’t know, but he’s fucked you in every position and angle possible.

Right now, you’re lying on your side on the kitchen island with one leg hanging down and the other on Jensen’s shoulder. With the slight height difference, he has to tilt his hips up a little, and every thrust hits you right there, and you know there’s a chance you’ll have your first real orgasm on camera.

As your walls flutter, Jensen's voice rumbles loudly, and he clenches his jaw. You’re both trying not to come but for very different reasons. Jeff hasn’t given the sign that it’s time, and you don’t know how you feel about actually coming on camera for the whole world to see.

Finally, Jeff gives the signal, and Jensen lets go with the loudest cry you’ve ever heard from him. His release is powerful, the violent twitch of his cock inside your pussy pushing you closer and closer, but it’s not enough to make you fall over the edge. You’re hit with a strange sensation of relief that the world doesn’t see the most intimate side of you and disappointment that you didn’t get to finish.

Jensen leans down and kisses you, grabbing your chest one last time before he slips out of you and moves out of the camera’s view. At this point, you know the cameraman is zooming in on your cum-dripping, spasming cunt to get the money shot, so you remain still, legs akimbo, and listen to Jensen’s cum pour on the floor, waiting for Jeff to call cut.

“You wanna go for a drink with me?” Jensen asks as soon as you come off set.

“Don’t take pity on me because I’m spending my birthday alone,” you smile.

“That’s not what this is. Am I a little sad you’re not celebrating your birthday? Yes. But, we also haven’t been out for a drink in a while, and I wanna catch up.”

“Catch up? Jensen, we see each other four times a week!” you chuckle.

“Not with our clothes on! Come on, Y/N,” he sighs. “Just one drink. That’s all I’m asking.”

“Alright, one drink. Then I’m going home and having that hot date with the bubble bath and the wine.”

“Don’t forget the book!” His boyish grin makes you giggle. “I’ll be back soon, and we can head out. Check out that new wine bar on 5th you keep talking about!”

Jensen leaves your dressing room, and you try to fight the bubble of affection for the green-eyed man from rising too high in your chest. He’s definitely something, and you don’t know how long you can deny falling in love with him.

With a sigh, you sit at your vanity and go through the arduous process of taking off the thick, cakey makeup before hopping in the shower to clean up and getting dressed for a drink with the man who’s stealing your heart.

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When the Lines Blur Masterlist

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N and Jeffrey Dean Morgan have been a successful porn couple for a few years. When Jeff decides it’s time for him to retire, he helps Y/N find his replacement who might become more than just a porn partner.

Series Pairings: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader | Reader x Others (mentioned) | Jensen Ackles x Reader | Jensen Ackles x Original Female Character

Rating: 18+ Only

Warnings: tw: porn, tw: filming porn, tw: stepfather/stepdaughter porn, tw: teacher/student porn, language, p in v, daddy kink, creampie, mentions of drugs, oral sex (f and m rec), angst, family drama, sick mother, strict father, shame, disownment, flirting, angst, jealousy, bitchiness, mentions of drug use, feelings, heart-to-heart, fools in love, kissing.

Total Word Count: 10k

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Sex stuff you probably won’t learn from fanfiction and/or porn:

Erotic fic and porn can be a lot of fun! But if you aren’t being provided with adequate sex ed through other channels (comprehensive sexual education, frank and open discussions with trusted adults, etc.), turning to fanfic and porn for your understanding of sex is gonna leave some major blindspots and may leave you with some unrealistic expectations. While there’s nothing wrong with these kinds of erotica, they are fictional and tend to leave out a lot of the more realistic, human parts of sex - they serve a great purpose, but that purpose isn’t primarily educational. The following is an incomplete list of some things you should probably know about sex that a lot of fic and porn tends to leave out:

It isn’t always super hot or super sweet. Sometimes it’s super silly. Or sometimes it’s sort of mundane and you’re both simply scratching an itch. That’s fine too. (Hell, sometimes you’re talking about comic books while boning and your partner is laughing that you’re getting REALLY ANGRY about spider-man while they’re going to town on you.)

You will probably not climax at the same moment. It’s a sweet idea, but extremely hard to coordinate, and if all your concentration is going into coming at the exact same moment, you’re probably not enjoying yourselves as much as you might. 

Sometimes bodies make weird, goofy noises. Squelching, slapping, air-escaping, un-sexy noises. It’s okay to laugh at this. 

Hell, it’s okay to laugh during sex in general.

Sometimes you fart. Sometimes you fart while someone is going down on you and it is embarrassing as hell. This isn’t the end of the world. Embarrassing body things happen. Heck, sometimes, with anal, there’s a little poo. You get over it.

Sometimes sex is… kinda bad? This doesn’t mean it’s assault, or something traumatic – sometimes it’s consensual but just kinda bleh and not what you hoped for. The best thing to do (if you’re talking about sex with a partner and not just a hook up who you can not call back) is talk to them about it. Figure out what went wrong, what you enjoy and what you don’t, and communicate what techniques you do and don’t like. Also don’t be afraid to stop someone in the middle of the sex act you’re not enjoying and offer guidance on how to help make it good for you too. (Side tip: masturbation makes great research into what you personally do and don’t enjoy sexually)

You won’t enjoy every sex act. Not every body is wired to find every thing pleasurable. You might find anal does nothing for you. You may find g-spot stimulation just makes you really anxious that you’re about to pee. You may not enjoy giving or receiving oral. You’re not broken if you don’t like something that every pornstar or smutty fanfic protagonist seems to have earth-shattering orgasms from. Everyone’s got nerve endings in a range of places – it’s quite literally, different strokes for different folks.

On that note, not all orgasms are earth-shattering. Sometimes it just feels warm and nice. That’s fine too. 

Sometimes, if you’re neutral on a sex act and your partner loves it, you can suck it up for them, and they’ll suck up something they’re not crazy about for your pleasure in return. But communicate preferences with each other! Know that when a partner does that thing you love that they don’t get much from, that it’s an act of care, and vice versa. 

Falling asleep in each other’s arms right after wild passionate sex seems really romantic, but dried and crusty fluids are gonna be a bitch in the morning. Also, after sex, you should both (regardless of your equipment) go pee to clear out the urethra of any gunk or bacteria to reduce risk of a UTI. 

Putting a towel down on the bed before sex means you don’t have to sleep on wet funky sheets. (it’s also verrrrrry useful for period sex if you or your partner menstruate.)

A lot of people don’t like dirty talk, or rough sex. Always ask first. (Fanfic on the whole does a better job than porn at showing communication, but a lot of it is still highly fictive on this point)

PROTECTION PROTECTION PROTECTION. Use condoms, dental dams, etc. not just to prevent pregnancy, but to reduce risk of STIs. (Yes, even couples with the same genitals who don’t need to worry about pregnancy).

Lube is great and very important, but random goopy things around you are not good lube. Random oils especially, since oil doesn’t flush out well and can trap bacteria inside the body – oil-based lubricant also degrades condoms. Use lube specifically designed for intimate purposes. Water-based and silicone-based lubes help sex feel really good!

Bigger isn’t necessarily better. A lot of people with vaginas don’t enjoy the feeling of being repeatedly punched in the cervix by a monster cock. Some people enjoy a larger size when being penetrated by an appendage or toy and some don’t.

Bodies are hairy. Genitals are hairy. You may get a pube stuck in your teeth at some point. If your partner is WAY fuzzier than porn ever led you to believe they’d be, well, that’s normal. 

Not everyone loves the taste of ejaculate. Sometimes it’s nasty (flavor tends to vary from person to person depending on their diet, but sometimes you just really don’t like it no matter what. Some of us hate the taste of peanut butter. People don’t always like things). It’s okay not to swallow, or to request a penis-having partner warn you so they don’t ejaculate in your mouth (in fact, it’s polite for them to do the latter). 

If you’re gonna have shower sex, get one of those rubbery mats for the shower floor that gives you traction, because otherwise it’s super embarrassing to call for an ambulance while dripping wet and naked because you slipped and accidentally broke something and your partner got a concussion while you were trying to bang in the shower. 

Moaning and screaming wildly during sex is fun but it will make the neighbors in the apartments adjacent to you hate you. Make choices accordingly.