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Poison Apples Chapter 2

{ Catch up with Chapter 1 }

Word Count - 2,620

Warnings - Swearing, a little bit of sexy time...and well just the Mark of Cain doing what it does best. Enjoy, because this baby is just getting started!!!!

“Alright, it’s time to explain,” you stated as you settled onto the bed of the hotel room he selected for the night. “Who the fuck are you and why are people trying to kill you?”

“Not people,” he reminded you. “Demons.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

“Alright,” he sighed out as he sat down the bags on the floor. “Let’s start over. I’m Dean.”

“Not Jonathan Cash?” you snarked.

“No,” he smirked. “Not Johnny Cash.”

“Seriously?” you scoffed at his amusement to his own poor joke.

“It’s a thing I do,” he shrugged as he sat down in a chair across from you. “And I’m a hunter. I hunt ghosts, demons, all that supernatural kind of stuff that you probably don’t believe in.”

“And now they’re after you?”

“Because of this,” he pointed to that mark on his arm again. “It’s the mark of Cain. With this, I don’t die but I become one of them.”

“A demon?” you snarked.

“Yes,” he replied. “And he’s not as nice as me.”

“So you were a demon and now you’re not?” you raised your brow.

“Yeah, there’s a cure to make me human again,” he replied. “But that doesn’t undue its damage.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s hard to explain,” he breathed out deeply. “But fighting and killing… I like it. It’s like it wants me to do it and is always hungry.”

“Well that’s comforting,” you sarcastically stated. There was a long pause as your mind wandered back to the events of the night. “So why haven’t you just killed me?”

“You’re innocent,” he shrugged. “From what I can tell at least. You seem like a good person.”

“Thanks I guess,” you said softly. “So it’s just you?”

“There’s others like my brother,” he looked off. “We’re not talking at the moment but he’s out there too, looking for me.”

“And you’re hiding from your brother?”

“More like, keeping my distance,” he replied, looking back at you. “He’s gone mad trying to find a cure and I can’t let him get anyone else hurt because of me.”

“I thought you said there was a cure?”

“To being a demon, yes, but to get rid of this? No.”

“How did you even get that?”

He went on to explain the father of evil, Cain, and how he came to be the newest bearer of the mark and why. He discussed how he had died shortly after because of an asshole angel Metatron and turned demon to run around with the king of hell until his brother and their friend, who was also an angel, cured him.

“You do know this all sounds insane right?” was all you could really muster out.

“I’m not an idiot. I know it does, but you’re just going to have to trust me.”

“And if I don't?”

“You’ll most likely end up dead,” he replied flatly. “None of them that are after me will care. You’re just another member of collateral damage.”

“Great,” you took a deep breath. “So it’s basically just a matter of time before I either die or go back and go to jail for the rest of my life?”

“Like I said before,” his eyes met yours. “Listen to me and you’ll be alive.”

After letting a large puff of air escape through your lips you got up from your spot. He watched you closely as you found the mini fridge. There were little bottles of alcohol inside and you were going to down each and every one of them. After twisting off the top of a vodka, you shot it back in one big gulp.

You heard a snicker coming from him as you went to open another. You opted to ignore him as you chugged down the second one.

“It’ll probably be at least a day before they find the bodies at your place, but it’s likely that someone from the hospital will notice your new patient is no longer there and review the cameras.”

“Most likely not until the 1st shift comes in at 8,” you replied.

“What time does the bank open?”

“9 I think.”

“So that gives us,” he peered at the clock. “About 6 hours to sleep, and an hour to watch our backs til you can get to the bank, and to get the fuck out of town.”

“I need a shower,” you grumbled as you touched your neck. “I need to clean this up.”

He got up from his spot and moved his hand to your chin to tilt your head back. You flinched for a second, but then allowed him to look. His hand stayed there for a while as he examined, causing a warm feeling inside you to start developing. Lust

or fear? You did your best to ignore it as he stated that once you were showered he would help to bandage it up. You nodded as you pulled away from him, going to the bathroom to discard your clothing and enter into the shower. You weren’t in there long. You felt vulnerable with him and whatever else was now after you on the other side of the door. After getting dressed you walked out, he was now sitting on the bed with his own little bottle now empty in his hand.

“Your turn,” you stated as you grabbed your brush out of your bag. “The water isn’t horrible.”

He got up with a nod, but stopped himself as he approached the doorway to turn to you.

“I’m sorry I got you involved.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t seem sorry when you had the knife in my back,” you harped back.

“You mean this,” he pulled out a metal piece of the gurney he was on. It wasn’t a knife. You were never in danger. You felt the anger rise up.

“You asshole,” you seethed.

“Yeah, I am,” he replied as he set it down. “I can understand if you want to run. I’m not holding you captive.”

“Not like I have a choice now,” you snapped back.

“Yeah, well,” he sheepishly replied. “I just wanted you to know I never really meant any harm and I promise I won’t hurt you.”

With that he went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. You were angry, but you understood and you hated yourself for that. You’d rather just be angry at him, but you couldn’t because you knew in that same situation, you might have done the same.

______

His lips locked on to yours as his hands caressed your body. His fingertips tracing lines on every inch of you until they made their way down to your mound. Rubbing the lips of your entrance, you felt your wetness grow for him as his mouth moved to your neck, taking in your skin with his teeth gently. You were ready for him as he rubbed his digits on your folds before he twisted his digit inside of you, pumping you in and out slowly before he added another. It wasn’t long before he found the spot that made your thighs clench and shake as your orgasam grew. You felt it coming as his lips moved to trail down along your chest and further. You felt your knees buckle as he grew closer. One more second and you were seeing white spots.

“Y/N,” you heard him speak. You let out a moan in anticipation.

“Y/N!” you heard him again. “Wake up!”

You snapped your eyes open to see him standing above you all dressed and ready to go. Fuck, it was all a dream. You felt the wetness between your legs as you moved to get up, the slipperiness causing you to want to finish off the job.

“What time is it?” you asked as you sat up.

“About 7:45,” he replied. “You okay there? You seemed like you were having a bad dream or something.”

“Yeah,” you muttered. “I’m good, just a little restless.”

“We’ll get dressed and all your stuff ready,” he instructed. “Be ready to move quick.”

You groaned at his directness, but eventually got up and made your way to the bathroom to get dressed, opting for simple jeans and tshirt with sneakers. You came out and everything was all packed and already looked like room service hit it.

“Time to fly,” he stated. “How far away is the bank?”

“Probably take about 15 minutes to get there,” you yawned. “Is there any time for food?”

“There’s coffee and donuts in the lobby,” he replied. “Where’s your phone?”

You pulled it out of your purse, no missed calls as of yet. He grabbed it from you and turned off the location services before handing it back.

“Once we hit the bank, phone is gone,” he warned.

“Why?”

“911 can still track,” he replied. “I’ll get you a burner one.”

“No one but work calls me anyways,” you stated as you put it away.

“ No boyfriend or anything that will miss you?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I’m too much of a workaholic for that.”

“Well that makes this easier,” he stated with a shrug as you gave him a hard glare. “Relationships complicate things.”

“This one sure has,” you remarked with a smirk.

“Oh this will be fun,” he chuckled to himself as you both exited the room to head to the next phase.

“This may be my best one yet.”

______

He pulled up outside of the bank, stating that he would be a block down the street waiting. You were instructed to get as much cash that they would allow and the rest on multiple money orders. You understood the assignment.

“Hey, I’m moving and would like to make a withdrawal please,” you said to the teller.

“How much,” she asked as she started filling out the slip.

“All my checking and savings,” you replied.

She glared at you as her eyes shifted to the screen.

“That’s over $700,000.”

“I know,” you stated. “I need 10 in cash, if possible and everything else on money orders. Dividends of 25k will work and some odd ones.”

“I need my manager to approve that,” she started to get up.

“Wait,” you whispered. It was enough to stop her. She looked at you with concern.

“My boyfriend, he’s stalking me and I have to get away,” you replied, acting the best that you could before showing the mark on your neck. “He’s dangerous.”

“Call the police,” she whispered back.

“He is the police,” you replied softly as you did a glance behind you, tears forming in your eyes. “Please help me.”

She was hesitant at first, but then agreed. Domestic abuse, no one really questions and everyone knows someone that has been through it. You won her pity as she finished up the transaction and gave you a gentle ‘good luck’ as you collected the money and checks and put them into your purse.

As you walked out you heard your phone ring. You looked at it and saw that it was work calling. You wanted to pick it up and tell them what was happening, but was it really a person on the other end or another one of those things. You chucked it into the garbage can on the sidewalk and made your way back to the car.

“You good?” Dean asked as you entered.

“Yeah,” you replied. “They called. It’s time to go.”

“Which way?” you raised his brow to you.

“South,” you replied as you put your purse in the back. “As far down as we can get.”

“Not to pry,” he clicked his tongue as he started to drive. “But how much did you end up being able to get?”

“Enough,” you chuckled for a moment, remembering that you really didn’t know the guy next to you. “$50,000.”

His eyes widened as he drove.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, it’s not much-“

“You’re freaking rich,” he laughed. “No conning pool or cards for you.”

“I guess,” you shrugged. “We should probably find a place to get you clothes.”

“You sure?” he questioned you. “I don’t want you to specially spend your money on me or anything.”

“It will be a gift to myself to not have to smell you in the same clothes after a few days,” you smirked.

“We will stop when we enter New York, " he stated. “Let's get out of the New England states first.”

“Sounds good to me,” you said as you leaned back your head. The ride was nice and smooth along the highway. He had the radio on, but only at a muffle. You watched as the scenery went by and slowly, your eyes began to close again.

———

“Hey Y/N,” Dean shook you awake. “Time to get up.”

It was almost dark already when you opened your eyes. You looked around and saw that you were at a gas station. Where, you had no idea. You stretched out your legs as you got out. Your body felt like you were in the car for days. Dean started to pump the gas and asked if you would grab him water and something to snack on. You went in like a kid in a candy store, not knowing what kind of snack he liked and being hungry yourself, you opted for one of almost everything. At least the stuff you would eat if he wouldn’t. While checking out with the snacks and the gas, you heard the door open. You turned your head and saw two guys walking in, looking sketchy and their eyes roaming you. You thanked the cashier and got out of there. Dean wasn’t in sight where you sat in the car and waited patiently. The two guys came out, the one tapping his friend's arm and looking at you in the car. They started to approach you and you wished you had the keys to leave at that second.

“Hey honey,” the skeezball stated with a grin as he leaned down to your open window. He rested his arms on the ledge causing you to not be able to roll it up. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Go away,” you replied while trying to not look at him or give him notice.

“We’re having a party,” he continued. “Want to join us?”

You ignored him as best as you could as you noticed him inching in closer.

“Nice car here,” he commented. “I’d love to take you for a ride in it. How much will it cost me?”

“Go away”, you stated again.

“Hey!” you heard Dean shout out. “We got a problem here?”

“My friend was just saying hello,” the other guy who wasn’t at your window responded back.

“Your boyfriend?” the creepier asked you.

“Time to say goodbye,” Dean warned.

“Why? We were just inviting her to a party. You can join us if you’d like. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind the three of us taking our turns.”

That was obviously the wrong thing to say to Dean as he punched the one guy and before you knew it both were now down on the ground. The one that had approached you was turning into a bloody mess as Dean sat on top of him, endlessly punching him in the face.

“Get off Dean!” you cried as you tried to pull him off. “We got to go before the cops come!”

He spit down on the guy as he got up and made his way into the car. You checked the guy for a pulse first before you jumped in the car as well. He was alive, barely. Dean went animalistic on him. You started to have a million more regrets about your travel companion now. What would it take for you to be next?

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Don’t Make A Sound

Requested by anon HERE

Summary: You are forced to share a bed with Jensen due to overbooking at the Dallas Con he had to work at. What do you do when you catch your boss having a very hot wet dream?

Warnings: Smut, Bed Humping, Masterbation, Public Smut?, Language, shameless objectification of Jensen Ackles, Jensen having a wet dream (yes that’s a warning) I think that’s about it. This is pretty much porn, and I’m not sorry.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 1931

A/N: This is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Just thought I’d throw this one out there for you guys since my posting got thrown off by a hurricane, and I’m feeling generous tonight. Besides, who can say no to a bed humping Jensen Ackles? I didn’t think so. Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this one!!

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You don’t know how you got here… Wait a minute… That’s not entirely true. You do know how you got here. There were no other rooms available, it was the last Dallas Con of the year, and it had been put off and hyped up so long that it was overbooked.

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Call Interrupted

Summary: Jensen is on a call that seems to be stressing him out. Y/N has some ideas to help him de-stress.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. All smut. Oral (m receiving), unprotected PinV sex, slightly rough sex (it could just be classified as very energetic! 😉), very light spanking, very brief fingering, public sex if you squint.

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,358

A/N: So, sometimes my brain is just very unruly. I have a gazillion things I should be writing, requests that I'm so excited to get to, next chapters that I'm happy to continue with, etc. But did I write any of those this evening? No, of course not.

Instead, my stupid brain got caught up in a little conversation I was having with @suckitands33 about her post that I reblogged and added a few more pictures to. The conversation was regarding the picture of Jensen that I included in the title card above. That conversation wouldn't leave my brain, and this is what came out. It's all filth, of course. 😏 Enjoy! 🥰

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"I don't know, Shelia, what are the benefits?"

Jensen's voice was frustrated and stressed as you walked into his office and saw he was on a call. He had his AirPods in so it looked a bit like he was talking to himself. But he was obviously talking to his manager, Sheila. Discussing some upcoming projects, no doubt.

You'd only come in to ask him what he wanted for dinner. But he seemed so stressed - his shoulders were rigid and he was holding his head in his hand - that dinner flew out the window.

He needed some stress relief right now.

You walked towards his desk and he looked up and gave you a tight smile. You peered around his computer monitor to see if he was on a video call. But the monitor was black, so you were good to go.

You spun him in his office chair so he was facing you instead of the desk. He gave you a quizzical look, but then you sank to your knees and reached for his zipper and the look became scorching hot. You got his zipper open and were reaching for the button on his jeans when he grabbed your wrist. He pointed a finger at his airpods, obviously telling you he was on a call. But you just shrugged and raised your free hand, putting a finger to your lips.

"Shh..."

You pulled your wrist free of his slackened grip and unbuttoned him. You reached in and pulled out his heavy, half-hard cock, licking up the underside of it and making him clench his jaw and drop his head against the back of his tall, leather office chair.

You wasted no time in going down on him, bobbing your head up and down, quick and then slow. After a few minutes of alternating speeds, you wrapped your lips tight around the head of his cock, and sucked hard. He sank his teeth deep into his plump bottom lip as he fisted his hand in your hair.

Then you took him all the way in, letting him sink an inch or two down the back of your throat and then swallowing around him. His fist tightened in your hair and he pulled hard, as his other hand clenched into a fist that he pushed against his mouth as he tried desperately not to make a noise.

You came up off of him gasping slightly and slurping up the spit and come that still connected your lips to his cock.

You stood up and quickly shed your t-shirt and leggings. You wore no bra. You turned away from him as you pushed down your panties, bending over when they reached your ankles so you could pull them off, giving him a straight on view of your glistening cunt.

"Fuck." He groaned quietly.

And then he spoke louder."No, no Sheila. I'm just uh...just thinking...it's good. Keep...keep going. I'm listening."

You giggled as you straightened up and walked over to him and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. You braced your hands on his thick, round shoulders and lined his cock up at your entrance. You nibbled on his lips as you sank down on him. It was almost impossible for both of you not to groan out the pleasure sweeping over your bodies.

When you were fully seated on him, you began to unbutton his dark blue shirt, pressing your lips against every new inch of skin you revealed.

When you licked his right nipple into your mouth and bit it gently he bucked his hips and you couldn't hold back anymore. You started raising yourself up and down slowly at first, but the exquisite stretch of his thick cock made you impatient, and you were soon riding him hard and fast.

You pushed your hands under his open shirt and gripped his shoulders again, using them as leverage to slam down on him.

He squeezed your left breast in his hand and began to flick his tongue back and forth against your nipple. You sank your hand into his hair and moaned loudly.

You slapped a hand over your mouth, but Jensen was quickly apologizing to Sheila.

"You know, Sheila, sorry," his voice was tight and incredibly strained, "sorry, I've gotta. There's like a weird, something with the call. I'm gonna have to call you back."

He abruptly ended the call, slamming his hand down on the end button on his phone. He pulled his AirPods out, and you couldn’t help laughing.

"Sorry, baby! I was trying to keep quiet."

Jensen gave a playful growl and easily pulled you off of him. He stood up and flipped you around, shoving his chair back, and quickly bending you over so you had to press your hands against the desk.

As you looked over your shoulder at him, he pushed his jeans all the way off and yanked his shirt off completely, positioning himself at your entrance. Before he sank into you, however, he brought his hand down with a soft slap to your ass; it was still hard enough to make it jiggle. You gasped and he reached over his body to slap your other cheek.

"Unh!" You grunted and dropped your head down to dangle between your arms where they were braced against the desk.

Jensen spoke with a rough growl. "That was to punish you for disrupting an important phone call." He slammed himself into you, so deep you swore you could feel him in your throat.

He leaned down and slid his lips against the shell of your ear. "And this," he said moving in and out of you with a silky, languid rhythm, "is to thank you for it."

His thrusts were targeted, slowly sliding his cock along your convulsing walls to perfectly slam against your sweet spot. The pleasure was so thick that it was almost excruciating and you were soon begging him for more.

"Please, Jensen, harder, faster."

"Okay, baby." He placed kisses down your spine. "Hold on tight."

Your hands were flat against his desktop, and you tried to brace yourself there.

But he slammed into you so hard, your arms folded and you had to shove his keyboard and some papers out of the way so you could lay yourself across the desk.

He didn't stop, slamming against you so hard, you knew the fronts of your thighs would be bruised from the hard wooden desk. But you didn’t care, you wanted him to fuck you black and blue.

The coil low in your stomach was tightening and tightening until it finally exploded, making you scream and drag your nails over the desk uselessly, scratching at it without purchase.

Jensen still didn't stop, fucking you through your climax and the next one too, before he finally pushed his hands against your shoulder blades, crushing you into the desk while his hips pistoned forward, jackhammering into you until he let out a shout of ecstasy, shuddering and bucking into you over and over as he spurted hot and thick into your soaked cunt.

His breath was hot and harsh against the back of your neck, until he finally moved to brace himself against the desk, slowly pulling out of you. He pulled his chair back over to him and sank into it so he could watch his cum slowly drip out of your pussy.

"Fuck." He swore, his voice ragged. He grabbed hold of you and pulled you back into his lap, turning you so you could rest your exhausted head against his shoulder.

He let out a soft chuckle as he let his hand trail over your body, and up and down your legs.

"Was this what you came in here for?"

You smiled and shook your head. "Actually, I wanted to know what you want for dinner. But you seemed stressed."

"Hmm." he said softly. "Well, mission accomplished. I'm not stressed anymore."

His smile was wicked as he ran his wandering hand over your pussy, sliding two thick fingers through the sloppy mess of your cunt.

"And I definitely know what I want to eat."

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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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