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purge of 2002? of 2012? what ARE those?

Oh, how quickly the past is forgotten. 

They are part of the reason A03 is a thing now. Not the whole reason, but part of it. 

The Great Purges of 2002 and 2012 are when ff.net got a wild hair up their ass about THINK OF THE CHILDREN and nuked any fic posted on there that was explicit. Thousands upon thousands of nc-17 smutfics were lost.

It’s what led to the creation of alternate hosting sites for smutty fic…AdultFanfiction was the one I went to…but thousands of fics would never be recovered. 

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High School Reunion 7

Summary: Jensen's reunion is around the corner, and Y/N convinces him to attend.

Characters: Jensen Ackles/F!Fan!Reader, OFC Lana, Others

Warnings: RPF, Fluff

WC: 1,222

A/N: Another series complete! I can't believe it took so many years to find the inspiration to finish this story, but I did it! Proof that stories are never truly abandoned and that one can always return to and finish them.

Series Masterlist

Part 6

One year later...

Y/N leaned her elbows against the kitchen island, taking some of the pressure off her feet and aching joints as she talked with Jensen. He sat on the other side of the island, sorting through the mail he'd just picked up.

"Come on, why don't you wanna go?"

"No one likes going to their high school reunion, Babe."

"But you're you. You were popular, and you're still popular. I don't see the problem. Isn't it like something to look forward to for people like you?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "Fine, I'll go. But only if you come with me," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist, which was growing harder as her stomach expanded with their soon-to-arrive child.

Y/N groaned and rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Come on, your last reunion wasn't so bad," he teased, pecking her lips. She smiled up at him, remembering standing like this with him when they danced at her reunion, where they'd met. "And I'll get to show off my smokin' hot wife," he added, kissing her hungrily. She knew she'd do anything he asked; she just liked to tease him or make him work for it sometimes.

-

The reunion was lovely, much like her own, held in a local hotel, and decorated to the theme of their high school era. It was easier for her to attend, since she didn't know anyone and didn't have to worry about bullies and others from her past. Just as she'd suspected, everyone was friendly and excited to see Jensen. He was loved then and still loved now, and she was more than happy watching as he socialized and charmed those around him.

She was surprised, however, to have her ogling of her husband interrupted by none other than Amanda, who had been her high school bully, among others, and had made her uncomfortable at their reunion.

"Amanda?"

"Hey, Y/N," she greeted with a small smile.

"What are you doing here?"

"My husband, Adam, went to school with Jensen. Since he came to my reunion, it was only fair I attend his," she shrugged. Before Y/N could say anything or escape to hide from another altercation, Amanda surprised her once again. "I just wanted to apologize for how I was back at the reunion and back in the day."

That was something she never thought would happen, but Amanda had her undivided attention now as she wrung her hands and blushed, clearly uncomfortable but trying nonetheless.

"I don't know why I did that. It just felt like we were back in school, and I had to act a certain way," she sighed, and Y/N offered her a gentle smile. "And I'm sorry about Glenda. She took pictures of you two and posted them online, saying horrible things. Anyway, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for all of it."

"Thank you," Y/N responded, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders.

"So, you and Jensen are married now?" she asked, moving on from the tension and easing into more casual conversation. "And expecting! Congratulations!"

Y/N grinned and ran a hand over her large, protruding belly. "Yeah, just a couple of months and we'll get to meet them."

"I'm really happy for you," Amanda said, waving over to a man across the way. "I have to get back to Adam, but it was really good to see you again."

"You too," Y/N smiled as Amanda walked away. 

"Everything alright?" Jensen asked, his arm coming around her lower back as he whispered to her, his eyes lingering on a retreating Amanda.

"Everything's fine," she promised, pecking his lips.

"You wanna get out of here? Maybe get something to eat?" he asked. 

Y/N grinned, thinking of her reunion and that first night that felt like a date. Her stomach grumbled, and they both laughed as he said his goodbyes and ushered her to the parking lot. He stopped to pick up burgers and fries, just like before. However, instead of driving out to nowhere, Jensen drove her back to their hotel for the night, knowing that being pregnant often made her uncomfortable.

He knelt and removed her shoes, helping her to get undressed and settled in the large bed. Once comfy against the headboard, she moaned, grateful to have the added weight and pressure off her sore feet. He handed her a burger, and she dug in, always feeling like she was starving, moaning around the large bite she took.

Jensen chuckled, "I know how to please my lady," he teased, and she nodded, taking another enormous bite. Jensen grinned and joined her, enjoying her every reaction.

He was always attentive and caring, but since she began showing, he became a mother hen. Always at her side, making sure she ate, going out at all hours to fulfill her every craving. Once they were done eating, they settled into bed and Jensen rested with his head on her chest, a large hand rubbing over her swollen stomach.

-

"How was the honeymoon?" Y/N grinned into her phone.

"Absolutely blissful," Lana responded, her face lit up and dreamy on the video call, before her brow furrowed as she searched over Y/N's video. "Are you in the hospital?"

"We had the baby," she answered, giggling at Lana's shrill shriek of joy.

"Oh! Oh! Can I see the baby?"

Y/N turned the phone, holding it up to show a grinning Jensen holding a tiny pink-wrapped bundle in his arms.

"It's a girl?! She's so tiny!" Lana swooned and cooed over the small child. "Lookin' pretty good holdin' a baby there, Jensen," she teased.

Y/N let her eyes roam over her husband, and she couldn't agree more. He was handsome as ever, a blush and grin on his face that had been there for hours. He was steady as a rock when she went into labor, having planned out everything as he usually did, and grabbing her and her bags, getting them to the hospital in record time. He never left her side, holding her hand, praising and encouraging her as she gave birth. Seeing him now, holding their small child, sent her heart into new heights of love and adoration. She always knew he’d look great with children, and she was confident he’d be the best father.

"What are you gonna name her?" Lana asked. Y/N turned the phone back to herself as Jensen sat beside her on the small bed, their daughter safely in his arms.

"Lana," Jensen responded, laughing at her shocked gasp. "You're the reason I even have these two beautiful girls in my life."

"I'm gonna cry," Lana sniffed and wiped at her eyes.

After promising to call and send a ton of photos, they ended the call. Y/N turned to Jensen, accepting Little Lana from his arms, snuggling into him as he wrapped his arms around her. He leaned his chin on her shoulder, his eyes unwilling to leave the tiny, squirming child that was his. His and Y/N's.

"I love you," Y/N whispered to her daughter, smiling as the girl played with her fingers. "And I love you," she added, turning her head and pecking Jensen's cheek. High school reunions and meddling best friends weren't so bad after all.

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Resigned 17

Summary: Jensen, Y/N, and their pack work to recover from the aftereffects of Y/N's treatment.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen/Omega!Reader, Alpha!Jared/Omega!Gen

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, RPF, Angst, Trauma Recovery, Psychological Trauma, Fluff

WC: 2,865

A/N: Jensen's so tired, poor boy.

Series Masterlist

Part 16

Jensen groaned as he exited the lot building, heading for his trailer to change out of his clothes for the day. Between working on set as Dean Winchester, he conducted interviews with anyone and everyone: print, network, internet - it didn’t matter. Anyone who wanted his story got it. 

He discussed the protests and the human rights violations that had occurred there and elsewhere. He talked about his Omega, Y/N, and what happened to her within the walls of the Omega Rehabilitation Center. Rehabilitation was a joke. They practically reprogrammed her into nothing more than her basic Omega.

Unfortunately for Jensen, her basic Omega brought forth his primal Alpha. Y/N was so broken when he brought her home that he had to resort to his Alpha and basic commands to get her to do anything. She wouldn’t eat or sleep or move unless he told her to do so, and it broke his heart and grated his nerves with every occurrence.

Jensen had taken to acting during the day on set and acting as Alpha at home. There was never a moment he could just be. He blamed it all on the Omega Enforcement, but as his Alpha side became more prominent, he often had misdirected outbursts.

Jensen’s Alpha had taken presence so significantly that he growled on set during a scene where Sam put his hand reassuringly on Dean’s shoulder. He snapped at his friend, teeth bared and a deep growl in his throat. Jared jumped in surprise, attempting to soothe him as he usually would if Jensen was moody or their Alphas were nearing rut and they got snippy. But when Jensen faced him directly and furthered the threatening stance, Jared knew he would have to deal with the Alpha, not his friend and coworker. 

He responded by standing tall, squaring his shoulders, and lightly snarling as he leaned in with a low growled warning meant just for Jensen’s ears, “ I am pack Alpha, do not challenge me.”

Jared hated that he had to pull rank, to use that trust in such a way, but Jensen was getting out of control. Once his words settled and Jensen backed down, he escorted the older Alpha off set and to his trailer, and Jensen vented about everything he’d been enduring. After chastising him, both for not keeping him in the loop and for making him pull rank like that, Jared promised to help Y/N and him through it.

“Hey, man,” Jared perked up from where he’d been waiting for Jensen to finish, making the older man groan again and rub his hands down his face to try and wipe away the exhaustion. “Carl called, he’s sending over a list of the upcoming court dates.”

Since his incident on set, Jared had been with Jensen every step of the day. The younger man insisted that he and Y/N stay with him and Gen after they came home from work one day, and Jensen simply snapped at Y/N with ‘Come, Omega’, too tired for anything more. Jared was intensely displeased with Jensen’s demeanor and insisted they stay with them, worried that he’d lose them both to their baser selves.

Y/N had to stay with Gen during the day anyway. Jensen had learned the hard way that he couldn’t leave Y/N alone. Without anyone to tell her what she was supposed to and allowed to do, she remained standing where he’d left her that morning. Gen had offered to watch over Y/N during the day. She had volunteered in her youth at clinics and shelters for abandoned Omegas and was familiar with how to handle situations, although it had been a while.

Jensen needed all the help he could get and was grateful to Jared and Gen, even if it hurt his pride and ego to need their assistance. But Jared had become just as involved as he, helping Jensen file lawsuits against the U.S. Government, the State of Texas, the behavioral center, and the individual OE suits and officers involved in her treatments and punishment. He’d have to review the notes his lawyer sent over and add the upcoming court dates to his increasingly crowded calendar.

After changing from their work clothes, Jared and Jensen shared an SUV ride back in silence to Jared’s house. Jensen needed the time to switch his brain from Jensen to Alpha, because their instincts were all that was left, and their relationship had changed in the wake of Y/N’s so-called ‘treatment’. He desperately missed the woman he loved, but was grateful he had some part of her left to cherish.

Jared stopped Jensen on the front porch with a hand on his shoulder, drawing the older man’s attention. “Maybe try easing up on the Alpha?” he suggested kindly. “Just be Jensen, and let Y/N come around.”

Jensen nodded, tired of switching from one mode to the other. Every night, he sat with Y/N, held her in his arms, talked with her, and tried to bring her back to herself. It was working little by little, he felt. But maybe Jared was right. It may have been time for Jensen to return to normal, and Y/N would be reminded of them and herself, and heal, too.

-

Y/N tried her hardest to be a good Omega, as she was taught in rehabilitation. She had understood that her past actions and who she was made her bad. And an Omega was valued and cherished only if they were good. But her Alpha and pack were bothered by everything she said or did, or didn’t say or do. She felt adrift and wondered if she was just rotten, a bad apple that could never be made good no matter how hard she tried.

When Jensen first brought her home from the facility, he had to return to work, kissing her goodbye as she stood in the middle of the living room. Omegas were supposed to clean, cook, and take care of the children. But there were no children, and the house was spotless, so she didn’t know what to do.

She thought back on what she had done before and considered removing her collar, since she was home. But just the thought made her flinch as her mind recalled the video voice explaining collar laws and why they were necessary. The collar remained around her neck, untouched. 

She thought over everything she could do - organize belongings, plan for meals and shopping, fluff the pillows - but each thought delivered a psychological shock that kept her frozen to the spot. She hadn’t realized she didn’t move an inch until Jensen came home and snapped her out of her thoughts.

He was unhappy, panicked as he took off her collar and sat her at the kitchen counter to feed her. She tried to jump in and make food, something Omegas were supposed to do, but in his frustration, he snapped, and she fell silent, bowing her head. 

Her Alpha was angry and displeased with her actions, and she blamed herself for them. She quietly asked, with her head bowed, how he would like her to present herself for her punishment. That sent Jensen into a tirade, yelling about what they had done to her and how she was acting. 

But her Omega interpreted that as directed at her. She tried to fight back her tears unsuccessfully and Jensen had to spend an hour soothing her, calming her down, and trying to tame his anger, though he was pissed at himself for not being more in tune to her mood and needs.

It was a challenge for both of them, as Jensen’s commands often contradicted what she’d been taught and the laws of Omega ownership; she would freeze and flinch, trying to stop the conflict within her mind. Jensen watched helplessly as she openly fought her internal struggles. His unhappiness was just further proof to her of how terrible a mate she was.

Which is why she was grateful, rather than embarrassed, when Jensen told her she’d be staying with Gen when he was away. Gen, to her, was a good Omega. She never got in trouble, other than the protests, which wasn’t her fault, and her Alpha was always happy and satisfied. Plus, she had come to feel comfortable in the small woman’s presence as she emitted an aura of family, motherhood, and safety.

Gen instructed Y/N to follow her around the house as she attended to the kids and did other tasks. She assigned tasks and provided choices about what to do, much like a parent would with a child. She also tried to lead by example, wearing her collar every day and removing it to show Y/N it was allowed. Gen devoted much effort and time to help Y/N, her sister by pack, in any way she could.

“Hey, Ladies, we’re home!” Jared announced as he entered the house, and Jensen followed closely behind. The woman came into the foyer to greet their Alphas. “There you are. How was your day?” Jared asked his wife as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pecked her lips. 

“Good day,” she grinned as the two moved to sit on the couch in the living room.

Y/N and Jensen watched the mated pair for a moment, almost as an example, before turning to each other. Jensen wrapped his arms around Y/N and buried his nose in her neck, kissing and scenting her mark. Silence and comfort in each other's arms seemed to be the only time everything felt regular and proper, untainted by their trauma.

“How was your day, Al-” Y/N paused, swallowing down her words and flashing an eye to Gen, who had talked with her about trying to connect with Jensen, not just the Alpha. “Uh, I mean, Jay. How was your day?”

She kicked herself for how awkward she was, stumbling over what to call her husband and mate. She began to feel the tickling of psychological reprimand, but it swept away under Jensen’s broad grin. He liked hearing his name from her again. She’d only addressed him as Alpha since she’d been home.

“Busy,” he responded, resting his forehead against hers as he removed her collar, tucked her hair behind her ears, and cupped her cheek to draw her into a tender kiss. “Better now. How was your day?”

Y/N swooned and flourished under Jensen’s attentions, drowning in the happy scent he emitted. It'd been a while since she’d smelled the sweetness of it; his scent nowadays was always tinged with bitterness and anger. 

“Gen taught me how to make a pie,” she proudly declared, wincing only slightly at the perceived wrongness of being proud of herself. “Would you like some?”

“Damn, you made pie?” Jensen’s tired eyes lit up, and he smirked. 

“Yeah, sit down. I’ll bring some for everyone.”

Jensen sat on the loveseat perpendicular to the couch, where Jared and Gen sat, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s retreating form until she disappeared around the corner out of sight.

“She’s doing better,” Jensen stated, smiling gratefully at Gen. “Thank you. Whatever you’re doing, it’s helping.”

“She’s still fighting the flinches, the feel of some punishment, and she needs a minute to fight it and make decisions. But she’s trying. She had a good day today.”

Y/N was happy, a bounce in her step as she worked to slice up the pie, plating the slices and gathering utensils and bottled beers, which she knew the guys enjoyed after a long day. Placing everything on a tray, she looked it over before deciding whipped cream would be good. She added that to the tray, then paused as an idea occurred to her. She shook the can of cream, ready to enact her plan of drawing a heart on top of Jensen’s slice. 

It’ll be cute, she thought, before pausing with the can above the pie, fighting off what felt like a tug on her neck and a whisper of a lash against her back. He didn’t ask for it. But it’s sweet and shows that I love him. He didn’t ask for it, he’ll be mad if you decide for him. It’s just whipped cream! Your Alpha decides, not you.

She dropped the can, and it rolled on the countertop as she gripped the edges of the counter, keeping herself from crying out at what felt like a more brutal lash against her spine. She hated this! Every decision, every action was a chore, and trying to do anything of her own volition was always accompanied by the phantom voice of the videos, the officers, or the remembrance of her punishments. 

Gen had encouraged her to fight it, to brace herself against the perceived attacks and push forward anyway. It was what Jensen had wanted, she’d said, convincing Y/N to try. Above all else, her Alpha’s happiness and well-being were of the utmost importance, and that was true before her trauma and still.

Biting back her tears, she forced herself to move through the pain, gripping the can and shaking it vigorously, before drawing a shaky heart on the crust of the pie. She set the can down and sighed, staring at her work as the pain and panic slowly ebbed from her body. Despite how trivial the action was, it felt like an act of raging defiance.

When she served everyone, her nerves were on edge. Jensen lit up at the heart on the pie, pecking her lips and thanking her before digging in. He moaned around a mouthful, and she was vaguely aware of the others enjoying and complimenting her as well, but her attention was entirely on her Alpha. His smile, satisfied moan, and elated scent, which she breathed in deep lungfuls to calm herself, made it all worthwhile.

-

Jensen drove through Austin, his hand on Y/N’s thigh as she sat quietly in the passenger seat. Things had gradually improved in their lives, but there was still much work to be done. Jared and Jensen had settled their lawsuits before they had to go to court, as the various entities wanted to keep a lower profile in the wake of global change. 

Several countries, including Canada, had passed Omega Rights and Equality laws, ending the barbaric practices of subjugation. Some U.S. states had also passed laws and were quickly growing with citizens who sought freedom from persecution. Despite all of that, Y/N was still traumatized, still buried beneath her Omega, still struggling to find her way.

“Would you like to know where we’re going?” He gently asked Y/N as he turned down another street. She still wasn’t good at vocalizing her thoughts or asking things, so he tried to ask her, giving her room to voice her thoughts.

“Yes,” she nodded.

He parked the vehicle along the curb in front of a nondescript office building bustling with activity in the middle of the weekday. Turning off the engine, he turned to her with a smile.

“Someone recommended a therapist to me,” he began to explain. “I’ve talked to her a few times. She works with couples and specializes in trauma,” he added. “I made an appointment for us.” He gave her a moment to process his words, waiting for her to work through whatever was in her mind and decide how to respond. 

Y/N hadn’t expected a therapist, and her mind immediately launched into a tirade against her: Bad Omega. He’s upset with you. Couples counseling. He wants to replace you with a better Omega. He’s going to therapy because of you. Broken. Bad Omega.

Jensen’s eyes widened as she began to cry, sobbing into her hands, the sight and sound wrenching his heart. He knew her mind was cruel to her, but he didn’t expect this. Luckily, she had shared her thoughts with him, which often revealed what was happening in her internal battles. 

“Y/N, Omega, Baby, look at me,” Jensen pleaded, cupping her face and wiping her tears. “You did nothing wrong, okay. You’re not a bad Omega. I’m not leaving you. This is just help, like how Jared and Gen helped us, okay?”

He placed gentle, barely-there kisses all over her face, wiping at her tears and letting her scent him until she calmed. She flinched and shook her head, and he knew she was still fighting those internal demons.

“It’s just like if you break a leg,” he tried to explain, rubbing her back and holding her close, her face buried in his neck, right at his mark. “You set it and cast it, and then it heals. That’s what we’re doing, Baby.” He pulled back, cupping her face again and meeting her eyes with an earnest gaze. “We’re healing wounds, okay?

She nodded, not trusting her voice. Her tears stopped, and she caught her breath and cleaned her face before letting Jensen lead her from the car by the hand. Her heart still raced with trepidation, and the intrusive thoughts never ceased their torment, but she trusted her Alpha and would do whatever he asked of her.

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High School Reunion 6

Summary: After moving in together, Jensen asks Y/N to accompany him to a convention.

Characters: Jensen/F!Fan!Reader, Jared, Others

Warnings: RPF, Fluff

WC: 2,334

A/N: One more part after this to wrap up the series!

Series Masterlist

Part 5

Y/N's flight was quickly approaching, and Jensen was hesitant to let her out of his bed for even a second, but he had done as promised, looking up and purchasing a ticket to accompany her back to her home. The flight back was significantly easier than the flight to Texas, but Y/N suspected that was because she had Jensen by her side. She always felt calm and ready for anything with him right beside her. Although she was nervous about the move as it was a big step in their relationship, Jensen's excitement was contagious.

Back at her two-bedroom bungalow, Jensen helped her obtain packing supplies and worked under her direction and instruction as they decided what to keep, what to give away, and what to discard. He was willing to get rid of all his stuff to make room for hers or to let her pick out whatever things she wanted for their home. 

Y/N giggled at how comically large he looked in her tiny home, especially compared to his much larger house in Austin. But he didn't seem to mind; instead, he curiously asked questions about the pictures, trinkets, and other items they came across. With his excitement and energy, it only took two days to pack up everything and close out the life she had been living as a single woman, ready to transition into the next phase of her life, with Jensen by her side.

Though exhausted, Jensen helped push her through, wanting to get as much addressed as possible before his hiatus ended and he had to return to work. So Y/N drank a little more coffee and kissed him repeatedly anytime she felt the weight of everything threatening to dampen her good mood. They'd have her things shipped to Austin, with a few exceptions for items she wanted to keep with her, and then catch a flight to Vancouver. 

While she had a passport for identification purposes, she'd never actually used it to travel anywhere. Going to Vancouver was her first trip outside of the U.S., and she was thrilled about the adventure. Jensen led the way, guiding her through the door of his condo late in the evening on their arrival. He only had one more day to help her settle in before he returned to work, and he hoped the transition wouldn't be too difficult for her.

He understood having to uproot one's life, having done so many times over the years for his career. It was never easy, and always took a little while to settle into the changes. But he hoped, with his help, that it would be less jarring for Y/N. He chuckled when she entered the condo and was gobsmacked.

It was smaller than his single-family home in Austin, but still larger than she expected for one person and bigger than her tiny rental home. Jensen splurged on nicer furnishings, wanting the comfort and calm of a nice place and comfortable furniture. However, the condo lacked the personality that was showcased in his house.

"Maybe you can spice it up a little?" Jensen offered, eager to see pieces of her mixed in their home, showing her presence wherever he looked. "Make it more homey?"

"Well, it could use a woman's touch," she teased, accepting his arms around her and the tender kiss he offered.

When he had to return to work, Y/N was eager to help, listening as he offered as many tips and tricks as he could think of. He was more than surprised when she woke with him after his alarm went off. After he showered, a bit disappointed she hadn't joined him, he was pleasantly greeted with coffee and breakfast, and his half-naked girlfriend in one of his shirts, working diligently in the kitchen.

"A man could get used to this," he said around a mouthful of fresh breakfast, washing it down with warm coffee.

"Good," she grinned, taking his dishes once done. "Now hurry up, you don't want to be late."

As if on cue, his phone dinged with a notification that Clif was waiting downstairs with Jared. He'd left her a list of phone numbers, recommendations for nearby restaurants and shops, and handed her a card for making purchases, as well as a key to the condo.

"Wow, you really thought this all out, huh?" she teased with a smirk.

"Always think about you," he responded with a kiss before leaving. While he still missed her throughout the day, he was comforted knowing she'd be there at night, so that he could see her, hold her, and kiss her every day.

Y/N kept herself occupied, doing research on the city and nearby points of interest, as well as researching items to spruce up the place. She was acutely aware that she didn't know much about acting, contracts, or Jensen's world, so she spent her breaks and downtime absorbing all she could about the entertainment industry, its lingo, and generally how things worked on his end. She hoped to sit him down and ask questions, learn more about it. If she was going to be a regular part of his life, and maybe one day more, then she really needed to be up to speed.

Every night when Jensen came home, there was takeout or a home-cooked meal ready. He'd shower to wash away the day, and sometimes she'd join him, then they'd settle at the table to eat and talk about their days. Jensen was on cloud nine. He had a career he loved, and a woman he adored waiting for him at home. He didn't know how he got so lucky as to find Y/N and have her fall in love with him, but he sent out thanks to the universe daily.

After a few months of a welcomed routine, Jensen knew convention circuits were coming up and he wanted Y/N to tag along. She'd never been to a convention, despite always wanting to, and he knew she'd have a blast like he always did. It took some convincing, as Y/N was deeply concerned about how the fans might react or what she might encounter if she went, and people knew who she was. While her picture was out there, she didn't really put herself in a position to be noticed or to deal with any of that. When she reluctantly agreed to come with him, Jensen beamed with excitement.

-

Y/N had experienced a lot of firsts since she'd met Jensen. She'd never sat on the hood of a car under the stars. She'd never been to Texas. She'd traveled more in the time they'd known each other than she had in her whole life combined. Now, she was vibrating with excitement for her first Supernatural convention. She'd never attended any convention before, and always wanted to go to a Supernatural one. But she'd never had the time or money, and didn't want to travel too far to attend. 

Jensen had surprised her with a convention package that allowed her to experience everything the convention had to offer as a fan. She assumed she'd spend most of the time backstage, or in a hotel room, waiting for Jensen to come around, which she didn't mind. But now, she'd finally get to see what it was like to attend as a fan, and she was thrilled. Of course, she had called Lana and geeked with her over the convention and offerings.

She was able to attend all the panels, always seated in the front and off to the side, as Jensen wanted her to be able to get away quickly if needed and have security protect her. He assured her again and again that it would be fine, that she had nothing to worry about. But she couldn't help worry when he was so wound up over it. It wasn't that Jensen was truly concerned anything untoward would happen, but he wanted to be safe, to keep her safe no matter what. He'd had a few rough encounters with fans, which were few and far between, and he didn't want any of that negativity visited upon her.

Although a few people recognized her from photos with Jensen and spoke to her briefly, for the most part, she wasn't hounded about it and was able to be a regular fan, like everyone else. Unlike the fans, though, she enjoyed the perks of meeting up with Jensen in between events, which made it all the better. She rambled on excitedly over the panels and photo ops, showing off some merchandise she had purchased, including a t-shirt and bracelet that she proudly wore. 

On the last night of the convention, she lay on the large bed in the hotel suite, smiling dopily as she looked over the various photos she'd had with cast members. She looked at the one she had with Jensen and Jared and chuckled. She waited to be the last in line for her photo with them, and they both grinned when she appeared.

"Oh my God, it's Sam and Dean!" she playfully squealed.

Jared laughed, "And what would you like for your photo?"

"A sandwich hug would be lovely," she beamed with bright eyes. 

The guys acquiesced, pressing her between them as they both hugged her tightly. The camera flashed, and she relaxed, looking up at Jensen. He cupped her cheek and kissed her tenderly. That was the photo she was laughing at. Jared stood a little behind with a shocked expression and a hand over his mouth as he looked at them kissing on camera. It was definitely getting framed and hung on the wall.

That's how Jensen found her when he returned to the suite for the night, the convention events now concluded. She was smiling in bed, with all her photos, souvenirs, and trinkets scattered around her. He couldn't fight the smile over how adorable she looked.

"Jay!" she exclaimed, climbing from the bed to rush into his arms.

"Hey, Baby," he kissed her sweetly again, but she could see in his eyes how tired he was.

"Let me clear off the bed," she offered before he could respond, stacking all of her items neatly on the nightstand.

Jensen grinned as he watched her, removing his clothes and ready for sleep. He could shower in the morning before they left. Right then, all he wanted was to hold her in bed and fall asleep with her in his arms. He fell asleep rather quickly. Y/N chuckled and pecked his cheek, before going around the room and packing up their things, minimizing the work Jensen had to do in the morning and still buzzing with energy from the long and activity-packed weekend. She liked taking care of him, and it was the least she could do in return for everything he had always done to care for her. 

Jensen did end up talking about her and their relationship at his panel when a fan inquired about them. Her heart melted at the gooey look on his face as he spoke of her, but thankfully, he didn't call her out in front of everyone. She wasn't prepared for a public unveiling of herself, and wasn't sure she really wanted that anyway. She liked being unnoticed, but was willing to endure almost anything for Jensen.

Which is why, when he'd invited her to one of his overseas conventions, she readily agreed. Another adventure she was sure she'd never get to experience if it weren't for Jensen. If she thought leaving the U.S. for Canada was an adventure, she was overjoyed to find herself in Rome, of all places. She enjoyed history and art, and Rome was an ideal place to experience all that and more. 

Although the convention was the main reason for going, Jensen and Jared often took their overseas trips for vacations as well. Jared brought along Gen and the kids, and Y/N was happy to see and spend time with them again. They were growing to feel like an extended family, and Gen was quickly becoming one of her best friends. After the convention, Jensen took her through the city, doing touristy things and dining out. He was sweet and dorky and impossibly romantic at every turn, and she again wondered how she ever managed to be lucky enough that he fell in love with her.

"This has all been so perfect, Jay," she swooned as they walked hand-in-hand on a bridge at night, the city's lights illuminating their path and lending a romantic ambience.

"Maybe I can make it better."

Y/N laughed, "I don't see how you could possibly make this better. It's incredible."

She gasped, her hands flying to cover her mouth as Jensen smirked and kneeled, removing a small box from his pocket. Oh God! It could get even better.

"Y/N," he breathed her name reverently. "I love you so much. And I am so damn glad that I met Lana and took a chance going to that reunion." They both laughed, and tears brimmed in her eyes. "I never thought I could love someone this much, and I look forward to what the rest of our lives together could be. Would you do me the absolute honor of becoming my wife?"

"Yes! Yes!" she practically screamed, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him so hard it knocked him back a little. He laughed, pulling out the ring and sliding it on her finger, a perfect fit. She didn't need to know he had measured with a string when she was sleeping, wanting this to be perfect and having planned it for quite some time.

"I love you so much, Baby," Jensen said as he pecked all over her face and neck, making her giggle profusely.

"I love you, too. And I'm so glad Lana's a meddler."

They laughed and held each other, their eyes shining with hope for their shared future.

PART 7

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Not What You Wanted 11

Summary: Sam is determined to bring Dean and Y/N home and cure his brother of being a demon.

Characters: Demon!Dean/F!Fan!Reader/Blood Addict!Sam

Warnings: Soulmate AU, Canon Divergent AU, Dark!Sam, Angst, Fighting, Threatening Behavior, Manipulation, Smut (Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Creampie) Biting, Possessive Behavior

WC: 3,770

A/N: Okay, so, Sam's a bit dark in this one, just FYI. I mean, the whole demon blood thing should cover that, but yeah, very dark Sam. I'm starting to feel bad for what I'm doing to the poor Reader. I mean, not bad enough to stop...

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Part 10

Now there was only Y/N, and anything that stood between him.

Sam’s amusement over his reunion with his demon brother was short-lived. “Where’s Y/N?”

Dean grinned and chuckled as Sam narrowed his gaze. “Now, why would I tell you where my girl is, huh?”

“Your girl?” Sam huffed, taking a threatening step closer to his brother. “Last I checked, she was ours.”

“Last time you checked?” Dean laughed. “And how long ago was that? She’s been mine while you’ve been doing…doing…” he sighed, looking over Sam. “What have you been doing? Something ain’t right here.”

Sam just grinned, raised his hand, and took a deep breath as he summoned his powers. A gust of wind blew at Dean, who grunted like he had been hit in the gut, his body going stiff. His feet dug back into the ground as he planted them firmly against Sam’s assault. He was pushed back a couple of feet, the dirt building up around his heels from the force, but ultimately held in place. 

The Mark glowed brightly on his arm as Dean growled, his onyx eyes leveled a deadly glare at the other man. Dean stood tall and began to step slowly toward Sam, despite the opposing power. The light and influence of the Mark burned through his veins, appearing as if it were spreading, as the two dark powers battled. 

Y/N witnessed the commotion from the porch, having run out when Sam suddenly showed demonic powers, her eyes widened, and her body shook. She wasn’t sure what to do. The fandom always talked about the Demon Dean arc being so short, or that the writers seemed to forget about Sam’s blood addiction. She wondered if Chuck had been taking notes, amending the tale accordingly, or if her being there somehow made it all worse.

Sam focused harder, but the force and will of the Mark pressed back against his attempts. Dean grunted as the magical assault ended when Sam lowered his hand to focus his attention on Y/N after she emerged onto the porch. She was as beautiful as he remembered, but he could tell she feared him. He’d spent so long thinking about this moment, of reuniting with her.

“You can’t use your little parlor tricks on me.” Dean seethed, interrupting Sam and Y/N’s moment of intense eye contact. “You fucking ruined yourself. Again. For what?” Dean laughed. “You’re nothing but a fucking junkie,” he spat.

Y/N hoped she could calm them down and prevent a bigger altercation. Instead, the brothers launched toward each other simultaneously, Dean landing the first blow in a hook to Sam’s jaw. It was hard enough to knock Sam back a step. When he turned his head back, his eyes were pitch black. 

“There he is,” Dean taunted, his eyes now wholly black as well. “The great vessel. The boy king.”

Sam growled at the old nicknames and readied his best tricks and tools. Y/N stood dumbfounded on the porch and could only watch in horror. She wasn’t dumb enough to try to jump in between the two giant, supercharged, demon-powered Winchester brothers. 

Combined with his fighting skills and long-held hatred for demons, Sam launched his retaliation blows. After a few heated minutes of fighting, Sam managed to catch Dean off guard with his powers and sent Dean flying hard into a nearby tree, a bit of blood trickling from his nose after focusing his powers so intensely. Taking advantage of his brother in a daze, Sam subdued Dean with the warded handcuffs around his wrists and forced him to his feet. 

Y/N was torn. She wanted to rush towards Dean and help him, but also rush into Sam’s arms, grateful he’d found them. But after that fight, what they both did, how terrifying they both were, a large part of her didn’t want to be anywhere near either of them. Sam wasn’t Sam, not really. She knew Dean had given him demon blood on that hunt to heal him. Had Sam picked up the habit again? She watched as Sam forced Dean into the backseat of the Impala parked out front. He didn’t care about the other car, ready to abandon it to bring back their original sleek black ‘home.’

Once Dean was secured in the backseat, Sam returned to Y/N, where she stood, stunned, on the porch; his eyes raked her slowly from top to bottom. 

“Sam?” she quietly spoke, wringing her hands and taking an involuntary step back from the large and menacing Winchester as he ascended the steps to stand before her. “What happened?”

He knew she meant more with those two simple words. What happened with you and Dean just now? Why were your eyes black? Are you still on demon blood? She knew all those things about him and his past.

Sam sighed, “After Dean gave me his blood, it jump-started my need for it.” She could tell he felt somewhat guilty about it, but if anything, he seemed uncomfortable having to explain himself. “But I have it under control,” he promised, reaching for her.

Y/N retreated from Sam as he reached for her, his narrowed eyes and disapproving grunt less than comforting. This was not the heartfelt and romantic reunion he’d imagined. He wanted her to rush into his arms, kiss him fiercely, profess her love, and tell him how much she missed him, needed him. Instead, she was afraid and questioning everything, fighting his efforts to make things right.

“Sam, how can you possibly have it under control?”

“I do. Trust me,” he grunted. “Get in the car.” He growled in frustration when she didn’t comply, “Y/N,” he added in a warning tone, tugging her by the arm off the porch and toward the car.

“No, Sam,” she tugged from his hold, and Sam glowered down at her. “I can’t trust you, not when you’re like this.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“That’s the same thing Dean said when he became a demon!”

“I don’t want to argue. We can talk about it later. Get in the car!”

“You’re not even listening to me. You and Dean are so far gone-”

Sam’s patience was gone. He was drunk on the blood and power it gave him. She was scared, which he didn’t mind because he just wanted her compliance. But he was utterly pissed at her defiance and the fact that she always ran or argued.

“Get in the fucking car, Y/N!” Sam angrily roared in her face, his eyes flashing black for only a second.

Y/N wanted to stand her ground, to back away and demand answers. But she knew what Sam was capable of in his condition. At least, she thought she did. He could become too angry and use his powers against her. While she adored them both—her heroes and soulmates—she was fully aware that they were also both alpha apex predators, more than capable of extreme chaos and incredible violence. Even more so with Dean, a demon, and Sam, blood-drunk.

Letting her fear win weakened her bravery, and any words she thought to speak wilted away, particularly under Sam’s intense, threatening glare. Instead, she hesitated briefly before rushing into the front passenger’s seat as Sam climbed behind the wheel.

Dean witnessed the altercation from the backseat, growling as Sam manhandled Y/N and threatened her. “I’m gonna rip you apart, Sammy.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at Dean’s threat, her gaze shooting concerningly to Sam, who only smirked and shrugged.

“Let’s go home,” he insisted, returning the three of them to the Bunker where they belonged.

As the dirt kicked up from the Impala’s retreating tires, Crowley stepped out from his hiding spot and watched the Winchesters Three depart. He wasn’t thrilled to have Y/N out of reach again, but he needed to bide his time anyway. He hoped he would gain her trust by helping her, and maybe she’d consider him a friend. He was able to confirm the presence of God's power within her, though he didn’t know if it was substantial or just ghostly whisps and remnants. Having her less suspicious of him would make enacting his plan that much easier. If not, he had plenty of backup plans, and he loved the hard way all too well.

- 

Sam parked the Impala in the Bunker’s garage, slamming the car door behind him. He harshly tugged Dean by the cuffs out of the backseat, making Dean chuckle heartily.

“Oh-ho! Carefully, Honey, Sammy seems a bit peeved,” he grinned at Y/N as he passed her. 

Sam practically dragged him to the dungeon and tied him down to the chair in the center. Y/N followed behind, gasping as she saw Dean tied to the chair, her heart breaking as Sam manhandled his brother and Dean struggled against his bindings. She knew he needed to be cured, but she hated seeing him like that and just wanted to release him.

“Sam.” 

Y/N put her hand over his that held a syringe, intending to inject the cleansed and consecrated blood from the bags Sam had a priest bless. He paused and looked at her momentarily before anger clouded his eyes. She was worried about Dean. He snarled and pulled away from her, turning to his brother.

“You think I’m just gonna sit here like Crowley? Get all weepy while you shoot me up? Well, screw that. I don’t want this!” Dean growled from the chair. 

“So you said, before you took off with Y/N,” Sam seethed in return.

“You don’t even know if this is gonna work, do you?” Dean protested, unable to move away as Sam approached with the syringe.

“Yeah, I do,” he responded, recalling Y/N’s journal entries and the ritual. 

As Sam approached Dean with the syringe, Dean hissed, his eyes flashed black. Sam flung holy water from a flask in Dean’s face, and he recoiled from the burn as Sam plunged the needle into Dean’s arm, above the Mark, emptying its contents into Dean’s body.

Dean chuckled before he felt the consecrated blood flowing through him, burning like acid. He growled, an inhuman roar coming forth as he struggled against the forced cure. His eyes met Sam’s, and he leveled a deathly glare at the tall man.

Sam checked his watch, “Next dose in an hour,” he announced, rushing from the room and grabbing Y/N’s arm to drag her along with him. He didn’t stop until he was back in the Library, releasing her harshly and tugging his hair as he paced. 

“Stop manhandling me, Sam!” She gritted her teeth, trying unsuccessfully to pull from his much stronger grip.

“You left!” he suddenly announced, spinning to face her. “I read your note, I read the journals. You were always planning to leave, weren’t you?”

“I’m not supposed to be here, Sam,” she argued. “I thought I was doing the right thing. You two were fighting with each other and about me.”

“But you were perfectly fine living the happy life with Dean?!” he fumed, his words striking a chord deep within her.

She had missed Sam and thought about him frequently. But he was right. She had spent months alone with Dean. However, throughout their time together, Sam remained miserable and alone. 

“I’m sorry, Sam,” she said, dropping her head in shame. “I-I thought about you every day. But Dean…he didn’t like me talking about you, and I always had eyes on me. I never had a chance to run away, and I didn’t even know where we were!”

“But you left those journals-”

“Because I wanted you to know everything. Anything could have happened to me, and I wanted you to know what I knew. At least as far as the show went. But me just being here changes everything. Nothing has gone the way it did on the show.”

Y/N rubbed at her sore arm when Sam had dragged her through the Bunker. Sam witnessed the action and tried to calm down as he approached her. “Maybe not exactly. But I did still catch Dean, and I am curing him. That did happen, according to your notes.”

“But you’re on demon blood again! So we can change some details, but the bigger ones stay the same? And now other horrible shit happens too? Then why am I even here?!”

Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his head tilting to the side a small amount as he tried to compose himself. Y/N was familiar with the look, but it scared her. When he locked his eyes on hers, though, he appeared calm and collected again. Sam slowly approached her and cupped her cheek, holding her close as he sensed her about to fall to pieces. 

“You don’t have to fight so hard, you know? Trying not to be the fangirl, not to be the soulmate. Why can’t you just trust us and be with us?”

Damnit! He was trying to use the fangirl thing and their bond against her again, trying to soothe and swoon her into blissful submission. She wanted him - them - of course, she did. But the way they were now, some of the darkest versions of themselves, only made her more wary to get close. She had bent to their whims, had complied, and tried to keep them happy while also keeping herself safe. 

Everything quickly grew overwhelming, and she couldn’t contain her frustrations or emotions. She turned her head, letting Sam’s hand fall from her cheek as she stepped back from him.

“All you care about is the soulmate bond!” She shouted in frustration. “I am so tired of both of you constantly pushing the connection as the end-all be-all of everything.” She huffed, turning away from Sam to pace. “I never should have come back here after leaving Crowley’s,” she muttered, thinking maybe she should have stopped somewhere random on Earl’s travels. 

“You keep running away because you think you’re protecting us,” Sam said, his heartache greater than his anger or even the blood. “And we keep going after you because we’re trying to protect you from everything else out there that wants you and wants to hurt you. And it’s not just because you’re our soulmate. We care about you, not just what you’re supposed to be.”

“Then fucking act like it,” she growled back, forgetting for a moment who she was dealing with.

“Act like it?” Sam growled, crowding her personal space. “Act like it?! We took you in, patched you up, and have protected and provided for you. Loved you! And you don’t think we fucking care about you?!”

He looked like he was also on the verge of tears, and she knew she was to blame. She was tired of fighting it, wanting so much to give in and be happy and in love with them. She was scared of any number of things going wrong for them or her, as if there hadn’t already been so much that went wrong.

“I want to be with you and Dean and live our lives together, whatever that means. I’m terrified of a million things, but I really do want you. Both of you.” Tears fell as she silently pleaded with Sam to believe her. “But not like this. We need to cure Dean, and we need to find a way to cure you, too.”

Sam’s upper lip curled in displeasure. “Last time I was like this, it took a miracle from God to fix it,” he scoffed. “Dean did this to me, and there’s no undoing it. But I can cure him.” Sam seethed, pointing for emphasis. 

“There’s gotta be another way,” Y/N pressed. “That’s what you always say. You always try to find another way.”

“There is no other way, Y/N!” Sam roared. She tried to back away, but Sam gripped her wrists and held her in place. “You’ll get used to it. Stop fighting me!”

“No,” she fought loose from his hold. “I won’t get used to it. I won’t leave either of you like this!”

Sam laughed darkly, “So what if we stay this way?” he approached her with slow, calculated steps as she backed into a support column. “You gonna leave again? Keep running and hope we don’t find you?”

“I-if I have to,” she shakily responded. Sam crowded her space too much; she could only see his angered glare in her field of vision. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, far too calmly. “You’re ours, Y/N. And I think I need to remind you of that.”

Before she could question or argue, Sam’s lips crashed into hers painfully and demandingly. Despite her fear and anger, his touch stirred something profound inside of her that had missed him while she’d been away with Dean. The moment they touched, Sam felt soothed and healed from her absence, but not of his anger, though he was glad that she seemed just as affected. Their kisses grew passionate and frenetic as their desperate need to connect intensified. They had been apart for so long, having just started to explore and connect. There was no way they could resist the pull to one another now.

Sam pressed her into the Library’s column, unfastening her jeans and kneeling as he swiftly stripped her lower half bare. He gazed at her center hungrily, lifting her leg onto his shoulder and briefly meeting her eyes before he leaned in and licked a stripe against her clit.

She cried out at his roughness and the intense sensations he was already bringing forth, her hands tugging at his hair as he used his fingers and mouth to drive her insane. Before long, she was coming hard, the shout of his name echoing through the underground halls. Sam hummed in satisfaction, licking her clean before standing once more. He kissed her deeply, and she moaned at the taste of herself on his tongue.

Sam pulled back just long enough to release himself from his jeans and lift her into his arms, pressing her firmly against the support column. Adjusting his hips, he slid into her core, starting a fast pace as they panted into one another’s slack mouths. 

It felt incredible, if a little rough, pain tingeing the edges of Y/N’s pleasure. But she was accustomed to it, given how Dean usually was with her. Sam grunted and growled as he fucked her within an inch of her life and it started to feel a little more like punishment and dominance than love. Without warning, she came hard, gushing around his cock. Sam cursed, his eyes fixed between her legs as her slick poured out of her. 

He thrust impossibly faster, his face buried in her neck as he worked her through her high and towards his own. Just as she was coming down, she crested again, and Sam followed, growling loudly with his release like a wild animal. He bit down on her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark but not to break the skin, Y/N’s scream ringing in his ears. He wanted her to carry a reminder that she belonged with them, to them. He held her there, still buried inside her, kissing along her neck to her lips.

Neither of them could focus on anything but his cum inside of her, dripping out around his cock. Sam was incredibly aroused and grateful, finally getting his seed exactly where he wanted it. Y/N enjoyed the feel of it, knowing that for now, at least, she was still on birth control. 

Setting her on her feet, Sam tucked himself away, watching Y/N as she righted her clothes and winced against the multiple sore spots now littering her body. He softened a little, knowing he had marked her well and there was no way she’d forget she belonged with them, especially with the aches of every movement to remind her.

Y/N was cum-drunk and swooning, though she rubbed at the bite that left her shoulder sore. Glancing at Sam, he looked more like himself, softer and kinder. Her head was spinning with how Sam could switch personalities so quickly, from angry threat, to domineering sex god, to sweet and gentle in a matter of seconds. 

Sam leaned in, cupping her cheek and kissing her sweet and tender, feeling her relax as he soothed her. “Why don’t you go take a shower, and I’ll be there in a minute?”

Y/N nodded, unwilling to speak for fear she might cry or yell. She wasn’t getting anywhere with either of the Winchesters, both using their strength and influence to force her compliance. Sore and heartbroken, and knowing they were hours away from curing Dean, she reluctantly went to the showers.

Once she was out of sight, Sam’s smile faded. Nothing was going the way he thought, and Y/N would not give up on her mission to cure them both. Once Dean was cured, however, Sam was sure neither of them could do anything to fix or cure him, and he would finally have the upper hand. He would make them both see reason.

He shook his head and went to the dungeon, his demonic brother glaring and fighting his restraints as Sam entered.

“How was it, Sam?” Dean taunted. “Did you get your happy little reunion you hoped for?”

“Shut up.”

“She’s a pretty great lay, right?” Dean chuckled as Sam readied another syringe. With his back to his brother, Sam scowled, hating how Dean talked about Y/N. “She’ll let you do anything,” he chuckled, “And I mean anything.”

Sam faced his brother then, letting his anger show on his face as he slowly approached. Stabbing the needle into his neck this time, with a small amount of satisfaction, he watched as Dean roared and fought against his bindings unsuccessfully.

“You could be killing me, you know?” Dean huffed, a plea for Sam to stop this torture. “Or is that the plan? Get me out of the way, and then you can have Y/N all to yourself?”

Sam had the same thought that, for all he knew, this cure could be killing Dean. But Y/N’s notes said he might have succeeded. Even if it was killing him, at least he wouldn’t be living as a demon anymore. He had thought about killing Dean and having a happy life with Y/N. The only thing stopping him was that he knew it would break her heart, and she’d never forgive him.

“Guess we’ll find out.”

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Why is this heat so hot 😩

[sofreddie]

Finally watched the Addams Family Values recently! and honestly. my main takeaway is

Debbie slays. And Joan Cusack is a QUEEN

[sofreddie]

Not What You Wanted 11

Summary: Sam is determined to bring Dean and Y/N home and cure his brother of being a demon.

Characters: Demon!Dean/F!Fan!Reader/Blood Addict!Sam

Warnings: Soulmate AU, Canon Divergent AU, Dark!Sam, Angst, Fighting, Threatening Behavior, Manipulation, Smut (Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Creampie) Biting, Possessive Behavior

WC: 3,770

A/N: Okay, so, Sam's a bit dark in this one, just FYI. I mean, the whole demon blood thing should cover that, but yeah, very dark Sam. I'm starting to feel bad for what I'm doing to the poor Reader. I mean, not bad enough to stop...

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Part 10

Now there was only Y/N, and anything that stood between him.

Sam’s amusement over his reunion with his demon brother was short-lived. “Where’s Y/N?”

Dean grinned and chuckled as Sam narrowed his gaze. “Now, why would I tell you where my girl is, huh?”

“Your girl?” Sam huffed, taking a threatening step closer to his brother. “Last I checked, she was ours.”

“Last time you checked?” Dean laughed. “And how long ago was that? She’s been mine while you’ve been doing…doing…” he sighed, looking over Sam. “What have you been doing? Something ain’t right here.”

Sam just grinned, raised his hand, and took a deep breath as he summoned his powers. A gust of wind blew at Dean, who grunted like he had been hit in the gut, his body going stiff. His feet dug back into the ground as he planted them firmly against Sam’s assault. He was pushed back a couple of feet, the dirt building up around his heels from the force, but ultimately held in place. 

The Mark glowed brightly on his arm as Dean growled, his onyx eyes leveled a deadly glare at the other man. Dean stood tall and began to step slowly toward Sam, despite the opposing power. The light and influence of the Mark burned through his veins, appearing as if it were spreading, as the two dark powers battled. 

Y/N witnessed the commotion from the porch, having run out when Sam suddenly showed demonic powers, her eyes widened, and her body shook. She wasn’t sure what to do. The fandom always talked about the Demon Dean arc being so short, or that the writers seemed to forget about Sam’s blood addiction. She wondered if Chuck had been taking notes, amending the tale accordingly, or if her being there somehow made it all worse.

Sam focused harder, but the force and will of the Mark pressed back against his attempts. Dean grunted as the magical assault ended when Sam lowered his hand to focus his attention on Y/N after she emerged onto the porch. She was as beautiful as he remembered, but he could tell she feared him. He’d spent so long thinking about this moment, of reuniting with her.

“You can’t use your little parlor tricks on me.” Dean seethed, interrupting Sam and Y/N’s moment of intense eye contact. “You fucking ruined yourself. Again. For what?” Dean laughed. “You’re nothing but a fucking junkie,” he spat.

Y/N hoped she could calm them down and prevent a bigger altercation. Instead, the brothers launched toward each other simultaneously, Dean landing the first blow in a hook to Sam’s jaw. It was hard enough to knock Sam back a step. When he turned his head back, his eyes were pitch black. 

“There he is,” Dean taunted, his eyes now wholly black as well. “The great vessel. The boy king.”

Sam growled at the old nicknames and readied his best tricks and tools. Y/N stood dumbfounded on the porch and could only watch in horror. She wasn’t dumb enough to try to jump in between the two giant, supercharged, demon-powered Winchester brothers. 

Combined with his fighting skills and long-held hatred for demons, Sam launched his retaliation blows. After a few heated minutes of fighting, Sam managed to catch Dean off guard with his powers and sent Dean flying hard into a nearby tree, a bit of blood trickling from his nose after focusing his powers so intensely. Taking advantage of his brother in a daze, Sam subdued Dean with the warded handcuffs around his wrists and forced him to his feet. 

Y/N was torn. She wanted to rush towards Dean and help him, but also rush into Sam’s arms, grateful he’d found them. But after that fight, what they both did, how terrifying they both were, a large part of her didn’t want to be anywhere near either of them. Sam wasn’t Sam, not really. She knew Dean had given him demon blood on that hunt to heal him. Had Sam picked up the habit again? She watched as Sam forced Dean into the backseat of the Impala parked out front. He didn’t care about the other car, ready to abandon it to bring back their original sleek black ‘home.’

Once Dean was secured in the backseat, Sam returned to Y/N, where she stood, stunned, on the porch; his eyes raked her slowly from top to bottom. 

“Sam?” she quietly spoke, wringing her hands and taking an involuntary step back from the large and menacing Winchester as he ascended the steps to stand before her. “What happened?”

He knew she meant more with those two simple words. What happened with you and Dean just now? Why were your eyes black? Are you still on demon blood? She knew all those things about him and his past.

Sam sighed, “After Dean gave me his blood, it jump-started my need for it.” She could tell he felt somewhat guilty about it, but if anything, he seemed uncomfortable having to explain himself. “But I have it under control,” he promised, reaching for her.

Y/N retreated from Sam as he reached for her, his narrowed eyes and disapproving grunt less than comforting. This was not the heartfelt and romantic reunion he’d imagined. He wanted her to rush into his arms, kiss him fiercely, profess her love, and tell him how much she missed him, needed him. Instead, she was afraid and questioning everything, fighting his efforts to make things right.

“Sam, how can you possibly have it under control?”

“I do. Trust me,” he grunted. “Get in the car.” He growled in frustration when she didn’t comply, “Y/N,” he added in a warning tone, tugging her by the arm off the porch and toward the car.

“No, Sam,” she tugged from his hold, and Sam glowered down at her. “I can’t trust you, not when you’re like this.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“That’s the same thing Dean said when he became a demon!”

“I don’t want to argue. We can talk about it later. Get in the car!”

“You’re not even listening to me. You and Dean are so far gone-”

Sam’s patience was gone. He was drunk on the blood and power it gave him. She was scared, which he didn’t mind because he just wanted her compliance. But he was utterly pissed at her defiance and the fact that she always ran or argued.

“Get in the fucking car, Y/N!” Sam angrily roared in her face, his eyes flashing black for only a second.

Y/N wanted to stand her ground, to back away and demand answers. But she knew what Sam was capable of in his condition. At least, she thought she did. He could become too angry and use his powers against her. While she adored them both—her heroes and soulmates—she was fully aware that they were also both alpha apex predators, more than capable of extreme chaos and incredible violence. Even more so with Dean, a demon, and Sam, blood-drunk.

Letting her fear win weakened her bravery, and any words she thought to speak wilted away, particularly under Sam’s intense, threatening glare. Instead, she hesitated briefly before rushing into the front passenger’s seat as Sam climbed behind the wheel.

Dean witnessed the altercation from the backseat, growling as Sam manhandled Y/N and threatened her. “I’m gonna rip you apart, Sammy.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at Dean’s threat, her gaze shooting concerningly to Sam, who only smirked and shrugged.

“Let’s go home,” he insisted, returning the three of them to the Bunker where they belonged.

As the dirt kicked up from the Impala’s retreating tires, Crowley stepped out from his hiding spot and watched the Winchesters Three depart. He wasn’t thrilled to have Y/N out of reach again, but he needed to bide his time anyway. He hoped he would gain her trust by helping her, and maybe she’d consider him a friend. He was able to confirm the presence of God's power within her, though he didn’t know if it was substantial or just ghostly whisps and remnants. Having her less suspicious of him would make enacting his plan that much easier. If not, he had plenty of backup plans, and he loved the hard way all too well.

- 

Sam parked the Impala in the Bunker’s garage, slamming the car door behind him. He harshly tugged Dean by the cuffs out of the backseat, making Dean chuckle heartily.

“Oh-ho! Carefully, Honey, Sammy seems a bit peeved,” he grinned at Y/N as he passed her. 

Sam practically dragged him to the dungeon and tied him down to the chair in the center. Y/N followed behind, gasping as she saw Dean tied to the chair, her heart breaking as Sam manhandled his brother and Dean struggled against his bindings. She knew he needed to be cured, but she hated seeing him like that and just wanted to release him.

“Sam.” 

Y/N put her hand over his that held a syringe, intending to inject the cleansed and consecrated blood from the bags Sam had a priest bless. He paused and looked at her momentarily before anger clouded his eyes. She was worried about Dean. He snarled and pulled away from her, turning to his brother.

“You think I’m just gonna sit here like Crowley? Get all weepy while you shoot me up? Well, screw that. I don’t want this!” Dean growled from the chair. 

“So you said, before you took off with Y/N,” Sam seethed in return.

“You don’t even know if this is gonna work, do you?” Dean protested, unable to move away as Sam approached with the syringe.

“Yeah, I do,” he responded, recalling Y/N’s journal entries and the ritual. 

As Sam approached Dean with the syringe, Dean hissed, his eyes flashed black. Sam flung holy water from a flask in Dean’s face, and he recoiled from the burn as Sam plunged the needle into Dean’s arm, above the Mark, emptying its contents into Dean’s body.

Dean chuckled before he felt the consecrated blood flowing through him, burning like acid. He growled, an inhuman roar coming forth as he struggled against the forced cure. His eyes met Sam’s, and he leveled a deathly glare at the tall man.

Sam checked his watch, “Next dose in an hour,” he announced, rushing from the room and grabbing Y/N’s arm to drag her along with him. He didn’t stop until he was back in the Library, releasing her harshly and tugging his hair as he paced. 

“Stop manhandling me, Sam!” She gritted her teeth, trying unsuccessfully to pull from his much stronger grip.

“You left!” he suddenly announced, spinning to face her. “I read your note, I read the journals. You were always planning to leave, weren’t you?”

“I’m not supposed to be here, Sam,” she argued. “I thought I was doing the right thing. You two were fighting with each other and about me.”

“But you were perfectly fine living the happy life with Dean?!” he fumed, his words striking a chord deep within her.

She had missed Sam and thought about him frequently. But he was right. She had spent months alone with Dean. However, throughout their time together, Sam remained miserable and alone. 

“I’m sorry, Sam,” she said, dropping her head in shame. “I-I thought about you every day. But Dean…he didn’t like me talking about you, and I always had eyes on me. I never had a chance to run away, and I didn’t even know where we were!”

“But you left those journals-”

“Because I wanted you to know everything. Anything could have happened to me, and I wanted you to know what I knew. At least as far as the show went. But me just being here changes everything. Nothing has gone the way it did on the show.”

Y/N rubbed at her sore arm when Sam had dragged her through the Bunker. Sam witnessed the action and tried to calm down as he approached her. “Maybe not exactly. But I did still catch Dean, and I am curing him. That did happen, according to your notes.”

“But you’re on demon blood again! So we can change some details, but the bigger ones stay the same? And now other horrible shit happens too? Then why am I even here?!”

Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his head tilting to the side a small amount as he tried to compose himself. Y/N was familiar with the look, but it scared her. When he locked his eyes on hers, though, he appeared calm and collected again. Sam slowly approached her and cupped her cheek, holding her close as he sensed her about to fall to pieces. 

“You don’t have to fight so hard, you know? Trying not to be the fangirl, not to be the soulmate. Why can’t you just trust us and be with us?”

Damnit! He was trying to use the fangirl thing and their bond against her again, trying to soothe and swoon her into blissful submission. She wanted him - them - of course, she did. But the way they were now, some of the darkest versions of themselves, only made her more wary to get close. She had bent to their whims, had complied, and tried to keep them happy while also keeping herself safe. 

Everything quickly grew overwhelming, and she couldn’t contain her frustrations or emotions. She turned her head, letting Sam’s hand fall from her cheek as she stepped back from him.

“All you care about is the soulmate bond!” She shouted in frustration. “I am so tired of both of you constantly pushing the connection as the end-all be-all of everything.” She huffed, turning away from Sam to pace. “I never should have come back here after leaving Crowley’s,” she muttered, thinking maybe she should have stopped somewhere random on Earl’s travels. 

“You keep running away because you think you’re protecting us,” Sam said, his heartache greater than his anger or even the blood. “And we keep going after you because we’re trying to protect you from everything else out there that wants you and wants to hurt you. And it’s not just because you’re our soulmate. We care about you, not just what you’re supposed to be.”

“Then fucking act like it,” she growled back, forgetting for a moment who she was dealing with.

“Act like it?” Sam growled, crowding her personal space. “Act like it?! We took you in, patched you up, and have protected and provided for you. Loved you! And you don’t think we fucking care about you?!”

He looked like he was also on the verge of tears, and she knew she was to blame. She was tired of fighting it, wanting so much to give in and be happy and in love with them. She was scared of any number of things going wrong for them or her, as if there hadn’t already been so much that went wrong.

“I want to be with you and Dean and live our lives together, whatever that means. I’m terrified of a million things, but I really do want you. Both of you.” Tears fell as she silently pleaded with Sam to believe her. “But not like this. We need to cure Dean, and we need to find a way to cure you, too.”

Sam’s upper lip curled in displeasure. “Last time I was like this, it took a miracle from God to fix it,” he scoffed. “Dean did this to me, and there’s no undoing it. But I can cure him.” Sam seethed, pointing for emphasis. 

“There’s gotta be another way,” Y/N pressed. “That’s what you always say. You always try to find another way.”

“There is no other way, Y/N!” Sam roared. She tried to back away, but Sam gripped her wrists and held her in place. “You’ll get used to it. Stop fighting me!”

“No,” she fought loose from his hold. “I won’t get used to it. I won’t leave either of you like this!”

Sam laughed darkly, “So what if we stay this way?” he approached her with slow, calculated steps as she backed into a support column. “You gonna leave again? Keep running and hope we don’t find you?”

“I-if I have to,” she shakily responded. Sam crowded her space too much; she could only see his angered glare in her field of vision. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, far too calmly. “You’re ours, Y/N. And I think I need to remind you of that.”

Before she could question or argue, Sam’s lips crashed into hers painfully and demandingly. Despite her fear and anger, his touch stirred something profound inside of her that had missed him while she’d been away with Dean. The moment they touched, Sam felt soothed and healed from her absence, but not of his anger, though he was glad that she seemed just as affected. Their kisses grew passionate and frenetic as their desperate need to connect intensified. They had been apart for so long, having just started to explore and connect. There was no way they could resist the pull to one another now.

Sam pressed her into the Library’s column, unfastening her jeans and kneeling as he swiftly stripped her lower half bare. He gazed at her center hungrily, lifting her leg onto his shoulder and briefly meeting her eyes before he leaned in and licked a stripe against her clit.

She cried out at his roughness and the intense sensations he was already bringing forth, her hands tugging at his hair as he used his fingers and mouth to drive her insane. Before long, she was coming hard, the shout of his name echoing through the underground halls. Sam hummed in satisfaction, licking her clean before standing once more. He kissed her deeply, and she moaned at the taste of herself on his tongue.

Sam pulled back just long enough to release himself from his jeans and lift her into his arms, pressing her firmly against the support column. Adjusting his hips, he slid into her core, starting a fast pace as they panted into one another’s slack mouths. 

It felt incredible, if a little rough, pain tingeing the edges of Y/N’s pleasure. But she was accustomed to it, given how Dean usually was with her. Sam grunted and growled as he fucked her within an inch of her life and it started to feel a little more like punishment and dominance than love. Without warning, she came hard, gushing around his cock. Sam cursed, his eyes fixed between her legs as her slick poured out of her. 

He thrust impossibly faster, his face buried in her neck as he worked her through her high and towards his own. Just as she was coming down, she crested again, and Sam followed, growling loudly with his release like a wild animal. He bit down on her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark but not to break the skin, Y/N’s scream ringing in his ears. He wanted her to carry a reminder that she belonged with them, to them. He held her there, still buried inside her, kissing along her neck to her lips.

Neither of them could focus on anything but his cum inside of her, dripping out around his cock. Sam was incredibly aroused and grateful, finally getting his seed exactly where he wanted it. Y/N enjoyed the feel of it, knowing that for now, at least, she was still on birth control. 

Setting her on her feet, Sam tucked himself away, watching Y/N as she righted her clothes and winced against the multiple sore spots now littering her body. He softened a little, knowing he had marked her well and there was no way she’d forget she belonged with them, especially with the aches of every movement to remind her.

Y/N was cum-drunk and swooning, though she rubbed at the bite that left her shoulder sore. Glancing at Sam, he looked more like himself, softer and kinder. Her head was spinning with how Sam could switch personalities so quickly, from angry threat, to domineering sex god, to sweet and gentle in a matter of seconds. 

Sam leaned in, cupping her cheek and kissing her sweet and tender, feeling her relax as he soothed her. “Why don’t you go take a shower, and I’ll be there in a minute?”

Y/N nodded, unwilling to speak for fear she might cry or yell. She wasn’t getting anywhere with either of the Winchesters, both using their strength and influence to force her compliance. Sore and heartbroken, and knowing they were hours away from curing Dean, she reluctantly went to the showers.

Once she was out of sight, Sam’s smile faded. Nothing was going the way he thought, and Y/N would not give up on her mission to cure them both. Once Dean was cured, however, Sam was sure neither of them could do anything to fix or cure him, and he would finally have the upper hand. He would make them both see reason.

He shook his head and went to the dungeon, his demonic brother glaring and fighting his restraints as Sam entered.

“How was it, Sam?” Dean taunted. “Did you get your happy little reunion you hoped for?”

“Shut up.”

“She’s a pretty great lay, right?” Dean chuckled as Sam readied another syringe. With his back to his brother, Sam scowled, hating how Dean talked about Y/N. “She’ll let you do anything,” he chuckled, “And I mean anything.”

Sam faced his brother then, letting his anger show on his face as he slowly approached. Stabbing the needle into his neck this time, with a small amount of satisfaction, he watched as Dean roared and fought against his bindings unsuccessfully.

“You could be killing me, you know?” Dean huffed, a plea for Sam to stop this torture. “Or is that the plan? Get me out of the way, and then you can have Y/N all to yourself?”

Sam had the same thought that, for all he knew, this cure could be killing Dean. But Y/N’s notes said he might have succeeded. Even if it was killing him, at least he wouldn’t be living as a demon anymore. He had thought about killing Dean and having a happy life with Y/N. The only thing stopping him was that he knew it would break her heart, and she’d never forgive him.

“Guess we’ll find out.”

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Fic Updates and Posting Schedule

Here is a heads up on fics posting over the next several days.

Friday, 6/20 - Not What You Wanted 11 Saturday, 6/21 - High School Reunion 6 Sunday, 6/22 - Resigned 17 Monday, 6/23 - High School Reunion 7 (Final Part)

I have some other series and one-shots, as well as a drabble, that I'll be posting at some point, but I haven't finalized the schedule beyond what's listed above. The exception is that NWYW will continue to post on Fridays and Resigned on Sundays.

Things to look forward to:

Recompense (Sam x Reader) - Oneshot Out of Control (Dean, Sam) - Domestic Drabble Scream (Demon!Dean x Reader) - Oneshot

I have many, many (too many) other WIPs in various stages of completion. I'll give more heads up on those once they're complete. Feel free to ask about any WIPs or send requests. I cannot guarantee that requests will be written; it depends on whether inspiration strikes.

Happy Fanfic-ing!

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High School Reunion 5

Summary: Y/N travels to Texas to stay with Jensen during his hiatus. Y/N gets to meet the Padaleckis and a couple of unexpected guests.

Characters: Jensen Ackles/F!Fan!Reader, Jared Padalecki/Genevieve Padalecki, Others

Warnings: RPF, Fluff, Minor Angst, Domesticity, Implied Smut, Light Smut

WC: 2,463

A/N: I couldn't find a 'pool party' vibe GIF, but the above one with them all wet gets the point across. And...they're all wet. So that's always a plus!

Series Masterlist

Part 4

Y/N was incredibly nervous as she stepped off the plane in Texas. She hadn't flown anywhere since she was a kid. Her anxiety was through the roof, despite the medication she took to help. However, Jensen had asked her to stay with him at his home during his hiatus. A whole week together, and she couldn't be happier.

Jensen had publicly stated that he was in a relationship. Still, not with whom or many other details, though the fans seemed to put things together from the photos at the reunion, and she was gratefully surprised that it didn't disrupt her life much and that there appeared to be an overwhelmingly positive response, with a few exceptions. But Jensen had told her to ignore it, and she was more than happy to.

Though tired and rundown from her travels, she immediately perked up when her eyes landed on Jensen, waiting for her as she had with him. She dropped her bags and rushed into his open arms, hugging him tight and pecking his lips. The huge grin he bore eased her nerves more than the meds.

He drove her through Austin to his home, pointing out things of interest and significance throughout the city. It was beautiful, and the ease of talking and being with Jensen made it all worthwhile. When she entered his home, guided with his hand on her back as he carried her bags, her jaw dropped. She'd never seen anything so lovely.

"Wow."

"Thanks," he chuckled. "Let's put your bags upstairs, then I'll give you a tour."

She agreed, looking around as he led her up the stairs and to his bedroom. It was large, with a massive king-sized bed in the middle that looked incredibly inviting. Once her bags were set aside, Jensen wasted no time taking her into his arms and kissing her senseless, the way he was itching to and couldn’t with prying eyes. When they fell to the bed in tangled limbs, she knew the tour would have to wait; not that she minded.

-

The whole first day, they spent in his large, luxurious bed. When they weren't exploring carnal desires or sleeping, they were talking, as always, learning everything about each other and their lives. Y/N felt like Jensen was her best friend, someone she could trust completely. She opened up to him about things she'd never talked about, but he wanted to know, and though she feared that sooner or later he'd have enough and no longer wish to hear anymore, he always asked for more. And he gave in return, sharing with her all manner of details that she never would have known or guessed, and each only made her fall harder.

They had to leave the bed for food, though neither could keep their hands to themselves, and ended up bringing it back to bed. They'd even started a movie, but it was forgotten as they made out, giving in to whatever round it was. She'd long since lost count.

Jensen couldn't get enough of her. She was in his home, in his bed, in his arms. He hated being apart from her. Now, he had her for a whole week. He tried not to think about when she'd leave, instead focusing on her being there.

By the evening of the second night, they were both worn out from the activity. So they opted to watch a movie in the living room, cuddled on the couch. Jensen was topless, wearing only boxers and silky pajama bottoms, his bare feet crossed and resting on the coffee table. Y/N curled into his side, his arm around her shoulders, wearing only her panties and a silky button-down top - the other half to his pajama set. He loved seeing her in his clothes, casual and thoroughly debauched, tucked into his side where she fit perfectly. He couldn't remember ever feeling this happy or in love.

He decided to tell her just that, but his phone rang with Jared's familiar tone. Jensen groaned and sat up, retrieving his phone from the coffee table.

"Hey, Jare."

"Hey, man. Gen wanted to know if you're still coming to the barbecue tomorrow?"

Jensen often went to Jared's on hiatus to visit with his family. They'd usually grill and play in the pool with Jared's kids. He looked forward to it every time. He glanced at Y/N, knowing she could hear, and mouthed 'wanna?'. She smiled and nodded, pecking his cheek.

"Yeah, of course. Can I bring Y/N?"

"She's there?!" Jared squealed excitedly, making Jensen pull the phone from his ear with a wince.

"Yes. She's staying with me all week."

"Oh my God! Bring her! Yes! I'm gonna tell Gen."

They said goodbye, and Jensen chuckled as he put the phone away. Y/N was equally excited and nervous to meet the Padaleckis. She didn't want to make a fool of herself or embarrass Jensen. Yes, she had briefly spoken to Jared on the phone and via video calls a few times, but this was their first face-to-face meeting. Not to mention meeting Genevieve. God, she hoped she didn't fangirl and ruin everything.

-

They arrived the following afternoon at Jared's house, which was just as big and nice as Jensen's. Y/N wore a two-piece bathing suit beneath a simple, short summer dress. She barely got Jensen's hands off her long enough for them to get to Jared's place. He held her hand as he knocked, and a minute later, the door opened to reveal a smiling and gorgeous Genevieve Padalecki. Y/N was able to barely swallow down the excited squeal that wanted to break free.

"Hey, Guys, come on in. You must be Y/N?"

"Hi," Y/N flushed, the inner fangirl going a little wild, but she managed to keep her calm. "You have a lovely home."

"Thank you."

Gen, as she insisted on being called, guided them through the house and out to the backyard where Jared was supervising the kids as they played in the pool. When he saw her and Jensen, he was on his feet and rushing towards them. Gen kept an eye on the kids as Jared gave Jensen a quick hug, then scooped Y/N into his arms with a big grin.

"Y/N! It's so good to meet you finally," he laughed, hugging her again for good measure.

"This feels backwards," Y/N joked. "Shouldn't I be the one squealing in excitement?"

"Well, you are a Sam girl."

She grinned and interlocked her fingers with Jensen's, leaning her head against his shoulder. "Actually, I think I'm becoming a Dean girl."

Jared gasped and held a hand over his heart as if wounded. "Betrayal. I can't believe it!" She chuckled at his overdramatization and grinned up at Jensen, who gave her a proud, beaming smile before pecking her lips.

Before long, they were all in the pool with the kids. Jensen still couldn't keep his hands to himself, not even when they began playing lighthearted, team-based, competitive games in the pool with the kids. She'd called him out for 'cheating' by distracting her with his hands on her body. He kept it light and decent, of course, in the presence of company and children, but he was very busy being completely smitten. She fit right in and, after a hesitant start, she was talking and laughing with everyone as if she'd always been a part of the group.

After a while, Gen excused herself to begin prepping food for dinner. Y/N offered to help, but Gen waved her off, insisting she enjoy the pool and the nice weather. She opted to sit on the edge of the pool, feet dangling in the water. It was a beautiful day, but she was a little tuckered out from all the play and roughhousing, though she loved every minute of it.

The reprieve gave her a chance to observe Jensen, relaxed and enjoying his extended family. He was gorgeous, his skin sun-kissed and glistening from the water. He was so good with the kids, a natural, and the thought had her biting her lip. He'd be such a good father. As she was lost in her thoughts, Jensen swam over to her, the others climbing out of the pool to rest and dry off. He rested his hands on her hips, his chin in her lap as he smiled up at her.

"You look so good in that bathing suit," he spoke low and deep, just for her. "Makes me wanna rip it off ya."

"You're insatiable," she giggled.

"I am for you." He leaned up, accepting her tender kiss, and fought with himself not to deepen it. "What were you thinking over here?"

"Just how good you are with the kids," she bashfully admitted.

"I always wanted kids," Jensen said.

"Me too. Always wanted a big family. Like five kids," she chuckled.

"Five?!"

She laughed and shrugged.

"I thought about three or four," Jensen said, and she was pleasantly surprised to be having such a serious conversation so openly with the man she loved.

"I don't know, I mean, I could end up having one and deciding that was enough," she laughed.

"I think you'd make an amazing mother," Jensen spoke against her lips before kissing her deeply.

He hopped out of the pool and helped her to her feet as they dried off and cleaned up. She slipped her dress back on once she was dry and her and Gen sat on the padded patio chairs with glasses of wine, chatting and getting to know each other while poking fun at their men. Jared and Jensen stood at the grill with beers, whispering among themselves and flashing smiles and winks at her and Gen. It was ridiculous and cute and so domestic that it made her heart clench with intense love and appreciation.

When two new guests arrived, however, her elation gave way to panic.

"Mom!" Jensen grinned, moving to greet and hug his parents.

Y/N looked at Gen, "Mom?"

"I'm so sorry, I forgot. I saw Donna downtown and I invited her to dinner. I didn't mean to set you up, I swear."

Y/N was grateful that Gen was holding her hands, soothing her panic the way a proper girlfriend would do. She understood, since Jared didn't even know she was here until he'd talked to Jensen the night before.

"No, it's okay. I wasn't expecting to meet the parents," she chuckled nervously. Jensen turned and smiled at her, gesturing her over with a wave.

"They'll love you. You got this," Gen encouraged. Y/N nodded to herself, smiling nervously as she joined Jensen.

"Mom, Dad, this is my girlfriend, Y/N."

"Oh, it's so nice to meet you," his mother crooned, wrapping her arms around Y/N unexpectedly and hugging her tightly. Before she could respond, his father also pulled her into a hug. She began to wonder if hugging as a greeting was a Texas thing, or if Jensen just surrounded himself with people who were the hugging type.

As they joined them for dinner, sitting at the outdoor table as a group, Y/N found they were as easy to be around as Jensen. Her nerves settled as the whole family chatted and caught up with each other. She felt a part of it all, like she fit in there, and she turned to smile at Jensen, who was already looking at her with a tender expression.

"I love your family," she whispered to him.

He stroked her cheek gently with his thumb, "I love you."

Her breath caught in her throat, but gave way to an elated smile. "I love you, too," she bashfully responded.

Jensen's grin grew as he leaned in, kissing her sweetly. Their tender moment was interrupted by Jared hooting a cheer at their kiss and shared sentiments. When they broke apart, they noticed the whole table was smiling and giggling at them. He kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arm around her shoulders as she fought the rising heat in her cheeks. She was a bit overwhelmed from meeting everyone, meeting his parents, and the beautiful homes and domestic bliss. However, it also had her on cloud nine, as she had never felt happier in her entire life.

-

When they returned to Jensen's home late that night, they were giggly and a little drunk. They managed to make it upstairs to the bedroom, leaving a trail of their clothes from the front door to the bed, eager to be together once again. They made love all night, still insatiable for one another, yet ever aware that in less than a day, she'd be back on a plane home, leading to more rounds to drown their sorrows and make up for whatever time would be spent apart.

In the early hours of the morning, as the sun broke over the horizon, they lay awake in silence. Y/N's head was on Jensen's chest, a hand over his stomach. Jensen rested his cheek atop her head, one arm around her shoulders to hold her close, the other holding her hand on his abs. The joy of their declared love and post-coital bliss faded into something sombre in the silent stillness.

"Move in with me?" Jensen whispered. Y/N lifted her head to look at him, unsure she'd heard him correctly. He met her questioning gaze, his eyes holding a deep sadness and a spark of hope. "Move in with me?" he repeated. "I can't stand it when we're apart for so long."

He leaned up on one elbow, cupping her cheek with his other hand as he kissed her. He laid her back on the bed, kissing her neck and collarbone as he continued his plea.

"I have half a week before I have to be back to work," he spoke against her skin. She moaned, her hands running through his hair. "I could fly back with you, help you pack up. We could bring everything here, then you could come stay in Vancouver with me while I work."

"Someone's thought this out," she teased, her laugh broken by another moan as he lapped at her nipple.

"You tellin' me you haven't?" he asked, switching to the other breast and giving it the same attention.

"Of course I have," she whined, bucking her hips into his as he sucked a mark on the underside of her breast.

"I've thought about it since I first stayed at your house and had to leave," he hovered above her, their bodies pressed together. "Move in with me?"

"Yes," she excitedly agreed, chuckling and kissing him before he worked his way down her body and between her legs.

PART 6

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High School Reunion 4

Summary: During Jensen's next visit, they are both eager to take the next step.

Characters: Jensen Ackles/F!F!Reader

Warnings: RPF, Fluff, Smut (Protected Sex, Oral Sex)

WC: 2,069

A/N: I love how fluffy it all is! Feedback is appreciated. : )

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Part 3

It was a month before Jensen was able to find enough time to revisit Y/N. Although they enjoyed near-constant communication, they'd send texts throughout the day. Jensen usually woke first and always sent her a 'Good Morning' text. They'd chat and share memes, anecdotes, cute pics, and anything else that happened moment to moment. He also made a point to call or video chat with her at least once a day, which she couldn't be upset about either.

He couldn't get enough of her. Things developed and evolved between them rather quickly, but it all felt so right and easy. When he finally had a two-day break, he called her and said he wanted to spend that time with her. They'd agreed on Jensen flying out to see her, since it was easier for both of them.

Y/N was giddy to see him again. When they last parted, she knew she'd see him again, but not when or for how long. After four weeks, she began to worry about whether they'd ever be able to see each other in person anytime soon. She'd missed Jensen, and she'd berated herself over chickening out the last time he was there. She hoped that if things went a certain way, he'd stay with her and not in a nearby hotel.

She stood among others at the airport, looking for their loved ones arriving from all over. She was anxious as she waited to pick up Jensen. She had insisted on meeting him and collecting him from the airport. She did miss him, despite talking to him every day, and wanted to greet him the moment he arrived. Her lips still remembered his kisses, haunting her as she'd suspected, and she was dying to remind herself and reconnect. Besides that, it also seemed like girlfriend behavior, and she wanted to show Jensen that she could be good at it, for him.

She didn't have to wait long. It took her a moment to realize it was him, as he was dressed down and in a hat and glasses. As soon as she saw him, though, her hand dropped from where she was nibbling on her thumbnail. She grinned and lightly bounced on her feet with unrestrained excitement. When their eyes met, Jensen's pace increased, his grin matched hers, as he rushed toward her, eager to have her in his arms.

He dropped his backpack off one shoulder, his rolling suitcase released on his other side as he held his arms wide, allowing her to rush into him. She wrapped her arms around his waist as his came around her shoulders, holding her close. When she pulled back to look up at him, he grinned and cupped her cheek, kissing her sweet and deep, barely remembering to keep himself in check because they were in public.

They parted long enough for Jensen to scoop up his backpack as Y/N pulled the handle to roll the small suitcase. Their free arms looped around each other's backs as they walked out of the airport and to her car.

"I can take you to your hotel if you booked one," she offered as she drove, mustering bravery for her following words. "Or, you can stay with me if you like."

His hand found her thigh and lightly squeezed as he leaned in and pecked her cheek, not waiting to distract her too much. "I'd love to stay with you."

Jensen hoped she would want or allow him to stay, but was ready to book a room if she wasn't yet comfortable. He hadn't been shy about his intentions, flirting with her and dropping innuendos in increasing frequency. He loved the reaction it got from her, and loved when she'd flip it on him. More than that, he wanted to spend every minute he had over the next two days in her presence. Her relieved sigh and big grin made him chuckle.

While the drive to her place wasn't exactly short, roughly an hour or so, it didn't feel very long at all. They talked, as they always did, about anything and everything, while some radio station played low in the background. They even discussed plans for Jensen's visit, things they could do, all sensible and mature.

Y/N opened her door and entered, Jensen following closely behind. She shut and locked the door behind them, placing his suitcase beside the sofa. Jensen followed suit, putting his backpack with the suitcase. For a moment, both stood, sharing an awkward laugh and sweet smiles.

Before she could offer a drink, Jensen pulled her into his arms and kissed her with the hunger he'd restrained at the airport. Y/N melted into him, wishing so many times that she could have kissed him when they talked. All of their carefully laid plans were forgotten.

Jensen had wanted her the last time he was here - honestly, since that first night after the reunion, sitting on the SUV under the stars - and he was thrilled at her reciprocated desires. He had worried again and again that she would change her mind or decide he wasn't worth it. She felt the same and wanted him to know, pouring her want and pent-up desire for Jensen into the kiss. This time, when his hands and lips began to roam, she encouraged him, letting loose her moans and gasps. Her sounds drove him crazy, and he was desperate for more.

"Bedroom?" he suggested, pulling from the skin of her neck and a fresh blooming mark just long enough to speak.

"D-Down the hall," she gasped, overwhelmed as her senses were filled with nothing but Jensen.

She squealed in surprise when he lifted her by the back of her thighs and guided her legs around his hips. She clung to him, unable to detach herself from his lips as he carefully carried her into the bedroom. He didn't release her until they were at the foot of the bed, and she marvelled at how he managed so smoothly with her weight and the distraction of her devouring kisses.

Jensen cupped her face and gazed into her eyes. He couldn't stop the crooked grin and huffed laugh she evoked as he witnessed his own emotions reflected in her eyes. The moment seemed magical, and she was suddenly grateful they had waited, if only for it to seem now so special and urgent. Jensen knew he was falling hard, and this felt like sealing their fate, that first step to forever.

Clothes were thrown aside between heated kisses and fevered exploration. Once they were both naked and dropped to the bed, everything slowed down, the urgent need still simmering beneath the surface, but a more insistent need of intimacy and significance of the moment had them both savoring every second.

"You're so beautiful, Baby," Jensen praised, his eyes taking their fill of her.

She smiled and kissed him as her hands roamed over his chest and back, enjoying the feel of his warm skin against hers, his size and strength hovering patiently and needily above her.

Jensen almost couldn't handle the intensity of emotions that assaulted him at her reverent touch. He buried his face in her neck, sucking marks as his hands drifted to her breasts. She moaned and bucked, her legs parting slightly as he pinched and tortured her nipples. Smiling at her reaction, he slid down, taking her other nipple in his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. She gasped, her hands finding purchase in his short hair as she held him to her.

She suddenly hated that she'd denied herself this. Never in her life had she met someone who could arouse her so easily with just their mouth. The way he teased and provoked her just by playing with her breasts made her realize he was already the best she'd ever had. He kissed his way down her body, her legs parting as he settled his broad shoulders between her thighs. She glanced down at him, his green eyes shining up at her, and she gasped. 

That image would be seared into her mind forever.

What she hadn't expected was the way Jensen would eat her out. Most guys tried and failed to make her come this way, often spelling out the alphabet or some other thing that wasn't paying attention to her cues. But Jensen paid very close attention as he slowly and enthusiastically made out with her pussy. He had her careening head first into an orgasm with minimal effort, and she would have been embarrassed if it wasn't so damn good.

Jensen smirked with pride as she came down from her high, grabbing a condom from his pants and rolling it on before slowly slotting his hips between her parted thighs.

"Ready, Baby?"

"Very," she smiled up at him. 

They both lowered their gazes, watching as Jensen slowly entered her, filling her. Once settled, they both sighed, kissing over each other's necks and shoulders as they adjusted. Then he moved, and the two of them moaned and gasped and canted their hips together as they found a rhythm. Neither of them had experienced love making this good, this complete. 

"Jensen, I'm close," Y/N whined, bucking up to meet his more brutal thrust at her words.

"Me too, Baby. Come with me, please."

A few thrusts later, and they were coming together, clinging to one another as they ground their hips and rode out their highs. Jensen gently pulled out, removing the condom and tossing it in the small trash can before climbing back into bed and pulling her tightly into his embrace.

-

After his initial visit, Jensen returned at least twice a month when he could find at least two days to spend with her. He always stayed with her, in her home and bed. It was hard to find time with his busy schedule, between work in Vancouver and traveling for promotions and conventions on weekends. So anytime, regardless of day or upcoming event, and forty-eight hours or more, he gave to her alone.

Between visits, phone calls, texts, and video chats continued. Sometimes they were alone, but at other times, Jared or others would interrupt, and antics would ensue. She loved and cherished it all and knew she was falling for Jensen with her whole heart. But she was still afraid to tell him, worried that it might scare him away. So she loved him in silence and action, and cherished every moment she spent with him. She still couldn't wrap her head around the fact that she was dating Jensen. Especially after the unusual way they had met, at her high school reunion, because of her overseas friend. 

She was anticipating his next visit, more than eager to see him after being apart for two weeks. When he called her that night, likely to plan out his next visit, she was grinning from ear to ear.

"Hey, Baby," Jensen greeted her on the phone screen, his smile broad and matching hers.

"Hey, J."

"So listen, I was thinking for this next visit that maybe you'd want to come stay with me?"

"Oh?" She thought it over. She hadn't traveled in a long time, preferring to stay put in her small town and simple home. But for Jensen, she was willing to do anything for him. "Ok."

"Yeah? So I was hoping you'd be okay with me telling people about us? I mean like, you know, being official and telling my family, the fans, all that?"

She couldn't fight the giggle she gave at her girlish excitement over Jensen asking to be 'official'. She was nervous about him telling people, and what people might say or think. But, again, Jensen was worth it all.

"Yes. To all of it."

He chuckled and let out a breath, and that's when she realized how nervous he had been to ask. They made plans for her visit to him, and Jensen handled the flight arrangements on her behalf, knowing the process better than she.

"I can't wait to see you again, Baby. I miss you so damn much, and I hate every time I gotta leave you."

"Soon, J," she smiled, blowing him a kiss on the phone. "I miss you, too. So much." She wanted to say something other than 'miss', but caught the words before they could leave her throat. Soon, Y/N. Soon.

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High School Reunion 4

Summary: During Jensen's next visit, they are both eager to take the next step.

Characters: Jensen Ackles/F!F!Reader

Warnings: RPF, Fluff, Smut (Protected Sex, Oral Sex)

WC: 2,069

A/N: I love how fluffy it all is! Feedback is appreciated. : )

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Part 3

It was a month before Jensen was able to find enough time to revisit Y/N. Although they enjoyed near-constant communication, they'd send texts throughout the day. Jensen usually woke first and always sent her a 'Good Morning' text. They'd chat and share memes, anecdotes, cute pics, and anything else that happened moment to moment. He also made a point to call or video chat with her at least once a day, which she couldn't be upset about either.

He couldn't get enough of her. Things developed and evolved between them rather quickly, but it all felt so right and easy. When he finally had a two-day break, he called her and said he wanted to spend that time with her. They'd agreed on Jensen flying out to see her, since it was easier for both of them.

Y/N was giddy to see him again. When they last parted, she knew she'd see him again, but not when or for how long. After four weeks, she began to worry about whether they'd ever be able to see each other in person anytime soon. She'd missed Jensen, and she'd berated herself over chickening out the last time he was there. She hoped that if things went a certain way, he'd stay with her and not in a nearby hotel.

She stood among others at the airport, looking for their loved ones arriving from all over. She was anxious as she waited to pick up Jensen. She had insisted on meeting him and collecting him from the airport. She did miss him, despite talking to him every day, and wanted to greet him the moment he arrived. Her lips still remembered his kisses, haunting her as she'd suspected, and she was dying to remind herself and reconnect. Besides that, it also seemed like girlfriend behavior, and she wanted to show Jensen that she could be good at it, for him.

She didn't have to wait long. It took her a moment to realize it was him, as he was dressed down and in a hat and glasses. As soon as she saw him, though, her hand dropped from where she was nibbling on her thumbnail. She grinned and lightly bounced on her feet with unrestrained excitement. When their eyes met, Jensen's pace increased, his grin matched hers, as he rushed toward her, eager to have her in his arms.

He dropped his backpack off one shoulder, his rolling suitcase released on his other side as he held his arms wide, allowing her to rush into him. She wrapped her arms around his waist as his came around her shoulders, holding her close. When she pulled back to look up at him, he grinned and cupped her cheek, kissing her sweet and deep, barely remembering to keep himself in check because they were in public.

They parted long enough for Jensen to scoop up his backpack as Y/N pulled the handle to roll the small suitcase. Their free arms looped around each other's backs as they walked out of the airport and to her car.

"I can take you to your hotel if you booked one," she offered as she drove, mustering bravery for her following words. "Or, you can stay with me if you like."

His hand found her thigh and lightly squeezed as he leaned in and pecked her cheek, not waiting to distract her too much. "I'd love to stay with you."

Jensen hoped she would want or allow him to stay, but was ready to book a room if she wasn't yet comfortable. He hadn't been shy about his intentions, flirting with her and dropping innuendos in increasing frequency. He loved the reaction it got from her, and loved when she'd flip it on him. More than that, he wanted to spend every minute he had over the next two days in her presence. Her relieved sigh and big grin made him chuckle.

While the drive to her place wasn't exactly short, roughly an hour or so, it didn't feel very long at all. They talked, as they always did, about anything and everything, while some radio station played low in the background. They even discussed plans for Jensen's visit, things they could do, all sensible and mature.

Y/N opened her door and entered, Jensen following closely behind. She shut and locked the door behind them, placing his suitcase beside the sofa. Jensen followed suit, putting his backpack with the suitcase. For a moment, both stood, sharing an awkward laugh and sweet smiles.

Before she could offer a drink, Jensen pulled her into his arms and kissed her with the hunger he'd restrained at the airport. Y/N melted into him, wishing so many times that she could have kissed him when they talked. All of their carefully laid plans were forgotten.

Jensen had wanted her the last time he was here - honestly, since that first night after the reunion, sitting on the SUV under the stars - and he was thrilled at her reciprocated desires. He had worried again and again that she would change her mind or decide he wasn't worth it. She felt the same and wanted him to know, pouring her want and pent-up desire for Jensen into the kiss. This time, when his hands and lips began to roam, she encouraged him, letting loose her moans and gasps. Her sounds drove him crazy, and he was desperate for more.

"Bedroom?" he suggested, pulling from the skin of her neck and a fresh blooming mark just long enough to speak.

"D-Down the hall," she gasped, overwhelmed as her senses were filled with nothing but Jensen.

She squealed in surprise when he lifted her by the back of her thighs and guided her legs around his hips. She clung to him, unable to detach herself from his lips as he carefully carried her into the bedroom. He didn't release her until they were at the foot of the bed, and she marvelled at how he managed so smoothly with her weight and the distraction of her devouring kisses.

Jensen cupped her face and gazed into her eyes. He couldn't stop the crooked grin and huffed laugh she evoked as he witnessed his own emotions reflected in her eyes. The moment seemed magical, and she was suddenly grateful they had waited, if only for it to seem now so special and urgent. Jensen knew he was falling hard, and this felt like sealing their fate, that first step to forever.

Clothes were thrown aside between heated kisses and fevered exploration. Once they were both naked and dropped to the bed, everything slowed down, the urgent need still simmering beneath the surface, but a more insistent need of intimacy and significance of the moment had them both savoring every second.

"You're so beautiful, Baby," Jensen praised, his eyes taking their fill of her.

She smiled and kissed him as her hands roamed over his chest and back, enjoying the feel of his warm skin against hers, his size and strength hovering patiently and needily above her.

Jensen almost couldn't handle the intensity of emotions that assaulted him at her reverent touch. He buried his face in her neck, sucking marks as his hands drifted to her breasts. She moaned and bucked, her legs parting slightly as he pinched and tortured her nipples. Smiling at her reaction, he slid down, taking her other nipple in his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. She gasped, her hands finding purchase in his short hair as she held him to her.

She suddenly hated that she'd denied herself this. Never in her life had she met someone who could arouse her so easily with just their mouth. The way he teased and provoked her just by playing with her breasts made her realize he was already the best she'd ever had. He kissed his way down her body, her legs parting as he settled his broad shoulders between her thighs. She glanced down at him, his green eyes shining up at her, and she gasped. 

That image would be seared into her mind forever.

What she hadn't expected was the way Jensen would eat her out. Most guys tried and failed to make her come this way, often spelling out the alphabet or some other thing that wasn't paying attention to her cues. But Jensen paid very close attention as he slowly and enthusiastically made out with her pussy. He had her careening head first into an orgasm with minimal effort, and she would have been embarrassed if it wasn't so damn good.

Jensen smirked with pride as she came down from her high, grabbing a condom from his pants and rolling it on before slowly slotting his hips between her parted thighs.

"Ready, Baby?"

"Very," she smiled up at him. 

They both lowered their gazes, watching as Jensen slowly entered her, filling her. Once settled, they both sighed, kissing over each other's necks and shoulders as they adjusted. Then he moved, and the two of them moaned and gasped and canted their hips together as they found a rhythm. Neither of them had experienced love making this good, this complete. 

"Jensen, I'm close," Y/N whined, bucking up to meet his more brutal thrust at her words.

"Me too, Baby. Come with me, please."

A few thrusts later, and they were coming together, clinging to one another as they ground their hips and rode out their highs. Jensen gently pulled out, removing the condom and tossing it in the small trash can before climbing back into bed and pulling her tightly into his embrace.

-

After his initial visit, Jensen returned at least twice a month when he could find at least two days to spend with her. He always stayed with her, in her home and bed. It was hard to find time with his busy schedule, between work in Vancouver and traveling for promotions and conventions on weekends. So anytime, regardless of day or upcoming event, and forty-eight hours or more, he gave to her alone.

Between visits, phone calls, texts, and video chats continued. Sometimes they were alone, but at other times, Jared or others would interrupt, and antics would ensue. She loved and cherished it all and knew she was falling for Jensen with her whole heart. But she was still afraid to tell him, worried that it might scare him away. So she loved him in silence and action, and cherished every moment she spent with him. She still couldn't wrap her head around the fact that she was dating Jensen. Especially after the unusual way they had met, at her high school reunion, because of her overseas friend. 

She was anticipating his next visit, more than eager to see him after being apart for two weeks. When he called her that night, likely to plan out his next visit, she was grinning from ear to ear.

"Hey, Baby," Jensen greeted her on the phone screen, his smile broad and matching hers.

"Hey, J."

"So listen, I was thinking for this next visit that maybe you'd want to come stay with me?"

"Oh?" She thought it over. She hadn't traveled in a long time, preferring to stay put in her small town and simple home. But for Jensen, she was willing to do anything for him. "Ok."

"Yeah? So I was hoping you'd be okay with me telling people about us? I mean like, you know, being official and telling my family, the fans, all that?"

She couldn't fight the giggle she gave at her girlish excitement over Jensen asking to be 'official'. She was nervous about him telling people, and what people might say or think. But, again, Jensen was worth it all.

"Yes. To all of it."

He chuckled and let out a breath, and that's when she realized how nervous he had been to ask. They made plans for her visit to him, and Jensen handled the flight arrangements on her behalf, knowing the process better than she.

"I can't wait to see you again, Baby. I miss you so damn much, and I hate every time I gotta leave you."

"Soon, J," she smiled, blowing him a kiss on the phone. "I miss you, too. So much." She wanted to say something other than 'miss', but caught the words before they could leave her throat. Soon, Y/N. Soon.

PART 5

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High School Reunion 3

Summary: Jensen and Y/N spend the day getting to know each other after agreeing to date.

Characters: Jensen Ackles/F!Fan!Reader, Jared Padalecki

Warnings: RPF, Fluff, Minor Angst, Kissing/Groping

WC: 2,308

A/N: I wrote the first part of this in 2018-ish as a oneshot. Then I followed up in 2021 with a second part. I've been thinking about it, outlining it, and working on it since then. Now, in 2025, I have completed this small series, and I couldn't be more proud of myself. There will be a total of 7 parts once posted.

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Part 2

After Jensen’s sudden, but not unwelcome, awakening - complete with coffee - Y/N dashed to her bedroom and the attached bathroom, looking herself over in the mirror. Her bedhead was a bit crazy, and she could use a wash and some makeup. But she wasn’t as bad off as she thought. As quickly as she could, she cleaned up, dressed casually in her usual attire, and added light makeup. She felt fresh, pretty, and more than ready for more time with Jensen.

As she reemerged, Jensen stood from the couch. “You look beautiful,” he said, as if she wore some stunning gown. It set her cheeks alight. He chuckled and gestured toward the door, and she followed.

They ordered breakfast at a small diner in town. Jensen was lively and animated, and he had her relaxing instantly. She hung on his every word as he talked about work, conventions, and, of course, Jared. They were such a large and vital part of each other's lives.

She in turn shared about her work and life, and Lana, who was the best friend she’d ever had. Jensen insisted he had to surprise her with some kind of gift for bringing them together. That gave her flutters and had her squirming in her seat, knowing he was enjoying her as much as she was him.

The conversation flowed between them so well that they had long since finished eating and were now just drinking coffee. A few people had come to the table, recognizing Jensen and asking for autographs or photos. He was so patient and kind with them, and he apologized to her every time afterward. But she assured him it was fine, she knew who she agreed to date. The charming smile and warm blush on his face rewarded her.

To her surprise and elation, he stayed with her the whole day. They ate out for lunch as well and walked around, just talking and getting to know each other better. Y/N found they had more in common than she initially realized. Being around Jensen, talking with him, spending time with him, was as easy as breathing. She'd never felt so comfortable with someone before, and she was sure she was going to fall fast if he kept this up. As the day faded into evening, she was hesitant for it all to end.

"Would you like to come back to my place for dinner? I'm a pretty decent cook," Y/N offered, and Jensen's bright grin made her heart flutter.

"Not sick of me yet?"

"Not even close," she let a dreamy sigh and grew flustered when she caught herself, but Jensen chuckled and ate it up.

He drove her home and promised to return, wanting to freshen and change at his hotel. She was glad because she, too, wanted to clean up from the day. It would also give her a head start on dinner.

Rushing through her shower and changing into a simple, short-sleeved, thigh-cut dress, she began preparing their meal for the night. As she cooked, she thought over the day's events and her time with Jensen. He had mentioned that he'd have to leave the next day for the nearby Supernatural convention.

The thought alone made her heart sink. She wasn't sure what any of this meant or what they were. He had introduced himself as her boyfriend and suggested dating. But what if it was just a short-lived fling? It would suck if that were the case, but she decided she'd be grateful for whatever he was willing to give her. 

Jensen arrived roughly an hour after he'd dropped her off. When she answered the door, she was surprised his hair still looked damp. Did he rush just as she had?

"Hey, come in. It's not quite ready yet. Can I get you a drink? Soda, beer, tea?"

"Beer would be good."

She ushered him inside and closed the door behind him, guiding him through her home into the kitchen. For some reason, she was now nervous when before she had felt more comfortable in his presence than anyone other than family. Maybe it was because she felt like it was all coming to a close. She retrieved a beer from the fridge as he'd requested and handed it over while she turned her attention back to cooking.

Jensen could sense she wasn't as jovial as she'd been earlier. She seemed downtrodden, like she was forcing herself through the steps, and he briefly wondered if he'd done something to upset her. Or if, God forbid, she had changed her mind about dating after spending the day with him. It wouldn't be the first time.

"Hey, is everything okay?"

She looked at him then, and the small, forced smile on his beautiful face. "Yeah, great."

"Okay," he sighed, setting the bottle on the counter and holding her upper arms as he turned her to face him. "What happened in the hour since I was gone?"

He was deeply worried that she’d decided she couldn’t be with him, couldn’t handle who he was or his life. He didn’t get that impression throughout the day, but maybe since she’d had time alone to think, she’d changed her mind. It seemed that every time he tried to date or form a connection with someone, his life, fans, or the media would somehow lead them to decide he wasn’t worth it. 

He chuckled, trying to make it more lighthearted than it felt, but they both knew it wasn't funny. She cursed herself for making him uncomfortable and tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach that he even knew something was off. His thumbs rhythmically rubbed circles against her shoulders as he patiently waited for her response. She couldn't help but give him a genuine smile.

"It's nothing. I guess I'm just bummed you have to leave tomorrow."

She turned back to the stove, finishing up and turning everything off.

"I know," he sighed, running a hand through his luscious hair. "I'd stay longer if I could, believe me."

"It's okay, I get it. You have the convention, work, life goes on," she laughed as she fixed their plates, and they sat at the small table together.

"Yeah. Jared's gonna grill me the second he sees me. He's just excited I got a girlfriend now," he added with a smile and a wiggle of his brows.

Y/N laughed, and they continued their dinner, talking about the upcoming convention and what that was like for him. In that one moment, he eased all of her worry. Because she knew tonight wouldn't be the last time she saw him. It wasn't the first time he'd referred to them as boyfriend or girlfriend, but this time it finally stuck in her mind. 

Jensen Ackles was her boyfriend.

After dinner, he helped her clean up and do the dishes before they settled on the small couch in the living room. Y/N curled into his side, and his arm came down around her shoulders. They smiled at each other as they talked, something that seemed to come so easily between them. Jensen was much happier now that the tension had eased away. She wasn't done with him, as he feared. Instead, she was uncertain if he meant it about being with her beyond all this. He wanted to show her just how much he wanted her, how much he meant it when he said he wanted to be with her.

In the next moment, Jensen slowly leaned in, giving her a chance to back away. But that was the opposite of what she wanted. She met him halfway, and when his plush, tender lips pressed perfectly against hers, it sent a pleasant tingle down her spine. He cupped her face with one hand, the other finding the curve of her side as he deepened the kiss. Tilting her head for better access, he kissed their breath away.

Every thought other than Jensen left her entirely. She was focused on the feel of his lips against hers, his hands on her face and side, his thumb reaching and grazing the underside of her breast. She moaned into his mouth, and Jensen slid his tongue against hers. His hand moved from her face into her hair, bunching it in his fingers while the other moved slowly and squeezed her breast. It was his turn to moan.

“I don’t think I told you how good you look in this dress,” he uttered, his voice doing as much to her as his hands and mouth.

His hand moved down along her body, finding the bare skin of her thigh as he kissed his way down her neck. Drifint up the outside of her thigh, he moved the hem of her dress until he cupped and squeezed her panty-clad ass with a groan. She was incredibly aroused, but also worried it was all a bit fast, her head spinning. She wanted him, but it was all still so new and sudden; she hadn’t wrapped her head around it. And she knew no matter how much she might want it, she wasn’t ready to take that next step.

Amazingly, he must have sensed it before she could speak because he backed off and pecked her lips sweetly. She smiled at him and he grinned back, grabbing her chin to peck her lips again before she snuggled back into his side like before.

Before too long, he had to leave, as he had a tight turnaround to get to the convention on time. She was incredibly disappointed, even though she knew this moment would come. She knew he didn't want to leave, and that sent her heart soaring, alleviating most of her worries.

"I'll come back as soon as I can, I promise," Jensen said as he stood at her threshold.

"I'll look forward to it," she responded, happy when he leaned in for another deep and passionate kiss.

By the time they pulled apart, their eyes were glassy and their lips were moist, their breaths heavy. She didn't want to let him go, didn't want to feel the emptiness in her hands, the ghost of a kiss on her lips. It would literally haunt her until she saw him again. Watching him walk to his waiting vehicle was a lot harder than before. This time, they didn't know when they'd see each other again.

-

Jensen checked in at the hotel, a massive smile on his face as he thought about Y/N and their time together. Less than a minute after he entered his room and dropped his luggage, Jared was sweeping through the slightly ajar door. He'd expected it, hence the open door. Plus, they always had rooms adjoining or near each other.

Jared paused, taking in Jensen's smile, bright eyes, and pinkened cheeks. He smiled back, "So, how was it?" Jared teased.

Jensen barked a laugh, "Great. Can't wait to see her again."

"So, are you a thing?"

"You'll get to meet her soon," he answered with a smirk and eye roll.

Jared's smile matched that of his friend. He was going to tease him mercilessly on how gone he was on this girl already, just like Jensen did when Jared instantly fell for his now wife, Gen. This was the first serious relationship Jensen had had in a long time, and he was glad to see him finally open up again and actually connect. Jensen had a few 'almosts' that never developed further, and Jared could see how it eroded the older man's hope.

The convention went well. Better than well, Jensen thought. However, that could be because he was on cloud nine and no one could bring him down.

Y/N and he had enjoyed regular communication, unplanned and perfectly timed. With the phone always at hand, they had called, texted, and even video chatted. That ended up interesting, because over-eager Jared jumped in on a few video calls and even took the phone for a one-on-one with Y/N, much to Jensen's embarrassment and Y/N's entertainment.

Jared held the phone aloft, well out of reach, as she could hear and see Jensen in the background fighting to get his phone back. Y/N giggled profusely at the famous J2 antics unfolding on her screen. Just because she'd started dating Jensen didn't mean she wasn't still very much a fangirl.

"So if you're dating this dork, I guess that means you're a Dean girl then?" Jared teased with an exaggerated eye roll.

"Actually, I'm a Sam girl," she sheepishly admitted, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.

Jared grinned and lit up, "Did you hear that?! Another Sam girl for the win! Booyah!"

Jared grinned like he'd won the lottery as he jumped around, hooting and hollering over his perceived victory. She could see Jensen in the background, groaning as he dropped his head to his hands. Really, he was fine if she was a Sam girl, or a Cas girl, or none of the above. Because at the end of the day, he was the one she chose to be with.

After the call, and when Jensen got his phone back, he'd texted Y/N another message before tucking the phone in his pocket. His grin never left his face. When he met Jared's eye again, he, too, was grinning like a fool.

"What?"

"Nothing, man, just…I'm really happy for you. I like her and I'd love to meet her when you're ready."

Jensen was excited to introduce her to his friends and family, but he wanted more time for them to be just the two of them before that. And he hadn't talked to her about going official or big or coming out or whatever. For now, he just wanted to enjoy this beautiful woman who had reignited his hopes.

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High School Reunion - Masterlist

Summary: REQUEST: It’s the reader’s high school reunion and people are still being jerks. Dean or Jensen happens to be in the same bar and comes over pretending to be her boyfriend to make her feel better.

Characters: Jensen/F!Fan!Reader, Jared/Gen, OFC Lana, Others

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Individual warnings in each chapter

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Not What You Wanted - Part 10

Summary: Sam searches for Y/N and Dean, while Dean has her secreted away, and Crowley uses the opportunity to get closer to her.

Characters: Demon!Dean/Reader, Blood Addict!Sam/Reader, Crowley

Warnings: Soulmate AU, Canon Divergent AU, Angst, Manipulation, Blood Addiction, Demonic Powers, Implied Smut, Mentions of Birth Control

WC: 3,132

A/N: It took me a little longer to post because I needed to tweak a few details, but I finally got it where I wanted it. Let me know your thoughts!

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Part 9

Sam spent every waking moment for weeks reading the journals Y/N left behind. By the time he’d finished them, his mind was a whirlwind, but he also felt better armed with the knowledge she provided. He was determined to find Dean and Y/N, bring them home, and cure his brother. 

Sam had read the books by Carver Edlund about their lives before. Reading the journals Y/N left behind was similar. While she had details that the books did not, there were also things missing from her accounts. He wasn’t sure if she had simply summarized, left some things out, didn’t remember, or just didn’t know about specific details of their lives.

Finding them was a whole other matter. 

He couldn’t track Y/N because of her warding tattoo. Dean had enochian on his ribs and maybe picked up her tricks because Sam couldn’t track him down either. He attempted to call and summon Crowley repeatedly, but the King of Hell never answered or showed. So he summoned demons at crossroads and tortured them for information, trying to find anything he could about their location and pick up some sort of trail.

Torturing the information from demons proved harder than he thought. He hadn’t been able to shake the detoxing effects of not having demon blood. Oddly enough, he craved Dean’s blood specifically. Eventually, he caved to the bloodlust, drinking the demons he captured before killing them, racking up quite a count, including the vessels.

Two months gone, and he hadn’t been any closer than before. But he wasn’t about to give up. He could still feel Y/N existing somewhere in the world. So he had hope. However, he wasn’t sure how she would handle him and his addiction. She knew about it; he read about it in her journals. It wasn’t in the books - Chuck said he worried the readers wouldn’t sympathize - but it was in the show, apparently. 

Although he could feel the familiar powers of blood-drinking stirring, Sam was reluctant to use them. That, too, had its sort of calling lust. However, he had made no progress trying to do things the right way. Developing and using his powers would help him locate Dean and Y/N, make it easier for him to fight Dean if necessary. He could work to make up for it afterward. And if it deviated from the storyline she’d detailed, it might be good.

Unbeknownst to Sam, Crowley was aware of his recurrent addiction. He’d received reports of demons showing up dead, then drained. After having a few surveys, he discovered Sam’s dirty little secret. Hoping to keep him occupied, Crowley discreetly sent unknowing demons into Sam’s path, more than pleased that time and again, he took the bait, draining them and honing his demonic powers.

Dean was controlled by feeding the Mark in Crowley’s jobs and having Y/N at his side. The King had them watched, too, of course. Y/N was well within Crowley’s reach, and he could enact his plans soon. The Mark and the demon blood were excellent distractions for the usual heroes. But Y/N was strong, capable of fighting, surviving a werewolf, and smart enough to escape him. 

He needed to capture her, willingly or otherwise. Her soulmate connection alone made her immensely valuable in controlling the Winchesters. He suspected there were remnants of God-power within her that he hoped to extract or control. But he couldn’t be certain until he could test her. He needed her weakened if he were to capture her again. And to do that, he needed at least one of the boys to be human and free of demonic influence - at least, for now. Y/N was the only way that was going to happen.

-

Y/N woke with a groan, her muscles protesting her movements. Dean had worked her over pretty well, though, to be fair, she’d given him her own working up. She’d only managed a few naps between rounds the night before, but the two of them were finally able to satiate their physical cravings for one another. However, it wouldn’t last long, as Dean’s appetite seemed never-ending. Sitting up, she noticed the bed was empty, the sheets cool. She knew he didn’t sleep but had hoped she’d wake to find him there.

Dean and her had been holed up in the cabin for weeks. Sometimes he was there when she woke, sometimes he wasn’t. Sometimes he was occupying himself elsewhere in the house, sometimes he was gone on a job for an unknown amount of time. Could be hours, could be days. Dean was entirely unpredictable and kept her on her toes. She assumed it was some twisted form of control, maybe dark influence from the Mark. 

Only two days after they’d arrived, Dean had left on a job for the King of Hell. She didn’t know how long he’d be gone or what the job entailed. She was almost grateful for some company when Crowley suddenly appeared at the cabin while Dean was away.

“What do you want?” Y/N growled, backing away from Crowley when he appeared in her living room. She backed her way into the kitchen, grabbing a large knife. In the back of her mind, she knew it wouldn’t do anything to him. But the panicked part of her that remembered being kidnapped and locked away needed some form of protection for comfort at least.

The King smirked at her knife, pulling out a chair at the small dining table, flipping the tails of his jacket back as he settled into the seat, crossing his legs.

“Just checking in on you.”

“Yeah, right.”

“No, really. I just want to ensure you’re comfortable and that Elder Winchester is treating you well. Please,” he pushed out a chair for her and sat back, “Join me.”

Y/N hesitated before deciding to sit with him, wondering what he was up to. She kept the knife in her hand, just in case. Crowley smirked again as she acquiesced. She was somewhat glad for the company, even if it was another demon. But she wasn’t going to vent all her pent-up thoughts and frustrations, either, worried the information would be used against her or, worse, given to Dean.

“Is there anything you need?” Crowley asked, and that piqued her attention. There was actually something she needed, something that had been weighing heavily on her mind when Dean wasn’t around to distract her. But she still wasn’t sure about turning to her former captor for help.

“I do need something. But how do I know you won’t tell Dean?”

Crowley leaned forward against the table’s surface, more than interested in whatever she was about to ask for. “I’m good at keeping secrets, and there’s nothing you could say that I haven’t heard before, I’m sure.”

She chewed her lip in thought and, weighing her options, decided to take a chance and ask.

“I want birth control,” she said. “Dean…he won’t use anything and I don’t want to have a cambion baby or whatever the Hell-” she trailed off, growling in frustration and hating that she had to ask for something so simple.

“I agree,” Crowley answered, and a moment later produced the familiar monthly packets she knew. “Real thing, not poisoned or anything,” he assured her. She accepted them with a hesitant smile.

“See, Little Dove, I can be a good friend.”

“No. Don’t call me Little Dove,” she shook with disgust. 

Crowley laughed, “So like Moose. Alright, what about Darling?”

“No.”

“Chipmunk?”

“Hell, no. No nicknames, Crowley!”

It was easier than Crowley thought to draw out conversation and maximize his time in Y/N’s presence. He was more than pleased that she’d accepted his help and trusted him to a degree. While they talked, he held the small artifact he’d brought with him, rubbing it in his fingers as he focused his attention on Y/N and her complacent ramblings over Demon Dean as she called him. The object grew incredibly hot, and he glanced down discreetly, seeing a light glow emanating from the artifact.

He tucked it back in his pocket, his suspicions confirmed. Whatever Chuck had done to her when he brought her here and touched her had left a remnant of his power within her. It seemed to ebb and wane unpredictably, but it didn’t matter. Now he just needed to find a way to gather or use that power.

Since then, she’d been regularly taking her pills, hiding the supply away from Dean. Now, she went through her morning routine, just as she did almost every day. Except on those days that she woke up with Dean beside her, then any thoughts of routine were tossed aside. She searched for him but didn’t find him anywhere in or outside the large house. She briefly wondered if maybe he had abandoned her, having gotten what he wanted after all this time. 

Her thoughts drifted to Sam. She missed him terribly. Dean got upset whenever she mentioned him, accident or otherwise, so she tried not to think about him outside of seeing him again. However, that seemed increasingly unlikely. She considered running, but knew between Dean and Crowley, she’d be found in no time. She also felt like maybe Dean was the only thing keeping her safe from the King of Hell.

Though she didn’t entirely feel safe with Dean either. While he was usually sickeningly sweet and romantic, he never resisted a chance to remind her that he was a demon or that he was capable of horrible things. He’d even interrogated her once, which made her genuinely terrified. 

He had brought her to the couch and held her close as she cuddled into his side. Then he started asking pointed questions, stating his displeasure at her talking about Sam, and warning her with a tone and by squeezing whatever part of her flesh he was holding. He asked her a multitude of questions about the show, their circumstances, and what she knew. On the surface, it looked sweet, a couple cuddling on the couch. But it felt more like when Crowley questioned her in his ‘palace’, and she’d never been more scared in her life.

Nothing that was happening had gone down that way in the show - its own lore, she supposed. Things were changing, and she was sure it had something to do with her. Just being there had to be changing things, and it didn’t look like it was necessarily for the better.

She thought of Sam again, knowing he’d know what to do and how to handle all of this. She felt weak and drained, facing the fact that no matter how much she had thought about it and wanted it, she was wholly unprepared, untrained, and unfit for being in this world and with the Winchesters. When Dean showed up again, her head rested in her hands, and she was sobbing. 

“Miss me that much?” Dean’s voice teased. Her head snapped up, and she hastily wiped away her tears, shocked at the sight before her. It was Dean, but he was covered in blood, the first blade held in his right hand dripping with gore.

“Dean?” she croaked, rising to her feet and putting the chair between them, knowing it wouldn’t do anything against him if he wanted to hurt her.

Dean frowned, tucking the blade in his pants and looking himself over. “Don’t be afraid,” he crooned, walking up to her and taking her in his arms. The smell of blood and God knows what else made her nose crinkle in disgust. “Just had a job to do.” 

“A job?”

“For Crowley,” he shrugged. “All of this isn’t magically free, you know,” he chuckled, indicating their surroundings.

She wondered if Dean was collecting souls, if Lester was one of them, if Sam had sent the man on the path to Hell. 

“Dean, need I remind you he kidnapped me?” Y/N argued again. “We don’t need all of this. We can go home.” 

Dean’s face became stone, his grip tightening harshly. “Wherever we are is home. Get used to it.”

Instinctually, she wanted to argue the point further and try to convince him. But his look, glare, and hold were all too much, and she knew better than to push him further. His anger and patience had gotten worse since he’d become a demon, and Y/N had learned to bite her tongue and bide her time. Demon-Dean scared the hell out of her in the best of circumstances.

Which is why she hadn’t told him of her recent conversation with Crowley. The King of Hell continued to visit her while Dean was away, under the guise of simply checking in on her. While she was wary and cautious around the demon, he was the only person she had seen or talked to other than Dean since he’d carted her off from the Bunker. 

Crowley wasn’t too pleased with Dean’s actions and attitude lately, and Y/N knew why without him telling her. Another little tidbit she learned from the show. Demon-Dean would only ever do what he wanted, and wouldn’t be controlled by another. Though she had to admit, she wasn’t too keen on Dean’s actions and attitude either. 

While she couldn’t do much to help Crowley - and he insisted he had his ideas on that front - he could help her. While she felt guilty about keeping secrets, Dean was never willing to wear protection or pull out, which had led to many arguments, at least on her part. He didn’t seem to care about her opinion on much of anything.

“You should shower,” she tried stepping out of Dean’s arms, the stench of blood and death too much to bear, but his grip was tight.

“Ok,” he grinned, pecking her lips before throwing her over his shoulder and jogging up the staircase to the large bathroom. “We can shower together,” he pecked her again as he set her on her feet, turning on the faucets. Fighting or arguing was useless. Dean would get his way no matter what. Somehow, she always felt compelled to comply.

That was how they lived for weeks on end. Y/N stayed in the secluded house. Dean occasionally left to do odd jobs for Crowley; otherwise, he was right by Y/N’s side. He was charming, sweet, and funny, and it was all about her. She loved the attention, loved the time with him, but wished the three of them were together again. 

She hoped Sam had found and read her journals and was trying to find them. Though she wasn’t sure how he could with both of them warded. They weren’t even in the same place as the show. Her journals said Beulah, North Dakota, and the Black Spur Bar. But they weren’t at a bar, and she wasn’t sure what state they were in. Hell, they could even be in Canada; she had no clue.

She’d thought of maybe running, but she didn’t want to part from Dean, and she knew it would somehow just make things worse. So she bid her time, allowing Dean to have his little fantasy of the two of them while she secretly plotted a way to get to Sam and help him cure Dean.

-

Sam relished the return of his demon powers and a few new ones he’d discovered, flexing his arms and fingers as he felt the power coursing through him. It was dark and tempting, but if anything, he felt calm and collected. There was a point where he was consuming copious amounts of blood, hunting demons every day to sustain the addiction. But the utter low turned into an all-time high as he came through the other side of it.

He grew better at controlling the urges, his powers somehow turning the addiction into something else. Though he still needed to hunt demons and have a blood supply, he was keeping enough supply on hand that he only had to hunt for more once in a while. And he needed significantly less. A few shots every couple of hours had him okay, as opposed to one or two demons every few hours.

He was almost strong enough that he thought he could go dry, which would make no sense, except his powers were nearly sufficient that he could surpass the maladies of being merely human, such as addiction. It felt like the demonic powers and strength were weaving into his DNA. Even his physical form grew thicker, broader, and more defined. 

Sam parked along the dirt road to the large, log-cabin mansion. Crowley had given him intel on where to find Dean and Y/N. Dean had been making things more complicated for Crowley. Initially, Crowley had Dean doing errands, collecting souls for deals. But Dean kept doing whatever he wanted, often killing the wrong person and voiding Crowley’s much-needed contracts. When he tried to call him out on it, Dean shoved him and dared him to do something about it. So he contacted Sam, probably the only person who could capture or control Dean. And he knew it’d piss Dean off to have to share Y/N again.

As Sam stood before the house, ready to climb the front steps, the door opened, and Dean walked out onto the porch. Y/N hovered behind in the house like Dean told her to. Her heart was racing, and she wanted to run to Sam after being apart for so long. But she was worried about getting between them or distracting Sam. It could all unfold like it did in the show, when Cole showed up and Sam captured Dean. She held her breath and watched from the front window.

“Sam,” he greeted with a nod. “How’d you find me?”

“Crowley sold you out,” Sam responded calmly, walking towards his brother. “I’m here to take you home, Dean. Both of you.”

“Ah, yes, the cure,” he grinned, sauntering down the steps. “I told you, brother, I don’t want to be cured.”

Dean expected Sam to be concerned, worried, begging, and desperate, but he instead found him calm and collected, the air about him different. At closer inspection, he could see his younger brother was somehow bigger—probably smoothies and workouts in his frustration—but beyond that, there was something else.

Sam smirked at Dean’s inspection. He remained still as his brother circled and examined him. Sam knew he had changed, inside and out. He was concerned that seeing Dean and smelling his more potent blood would weaken him and have him simpering for a fix. Elated, he discovered that, too, had simmered down with the rest of his needs.

Now there was only Y/N, and anything that stood between him.

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