#I love the way she talks about Jensen's work <3

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Sheila O'Malley

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Chosen For Pleasure (I)

Series Masterlist/Warnings

"Actor turned business billionaire Jensen Ackles, is set to open up a new ale house here in Laredo Texas today. Plenty of stars are set to be in attendance including Ackles ex co-star and best friend Jared Padalecki. It should be a packed event!"

I listened to the reporter on the television as I adjusted the camera strap around my neck. I bit my lip as my bosses words replayed in my head.

"I really need you on this (y/n), get the picture for the magazine, and maybe we'll talk about a promotion."

I worked for a local magazine as a photographer, it wasn't my dream job by any means but it was a start. My boss Gray had connections, so if I impressed him, i'd have a better shot at getting my photographs seen by more people.

I was supposed to go to the grand opening of the new ale house by Jensen Ackles to get a picture of the ribbon cutting.

I don't know why I was so nervous, maybe because my boss made it seem as if my job depended on getting this picture.

Maybe it did.

"ugh you look gorgeous, I wish I could go with you." my roommate Stella said leaning against the door frame.

"I wish you were going too." I murmur giving her a small smile.

"here's the questions, even if you could just get him to answer one!" she said handing me a list of prepared questions for Jensen.

"I can't promise anything Stell, there will probably be hundreds of reporters there, I don't even know how I'll get a good picture. Gray will have my neck if I don't pull this off." I sighed nervously.

"everything will be fine, you always make it happen, now go out there and take a picture of that beautiful man." she cheered pushing me towards the door.

"oh an (y/n/n) try to smile, you look better when you smile." she added.

I rolled my eyes tucking her list in my jacket pocket and walking out the door with a wave. It was a quick drive to the new ale house location, this was Jensen's fourth grand opening after all so he knew all about the prime locations for business.

I gasped as I pulled up to the spot, there were thousands of people waiting. I saw a lot of people in supernatural shirts proclaiming their love for Dean Winchester.

Damn these fans sure are dedicated.

I grabbed my media badge, making sure I had everything. I walked over to an area roped off with a velvet rope, this was where the media usually stands.

I glanced up seeing the overwhelming number of reporters and photographers. There was a make shift stage where Jensen would come out and give a few words before cutting the ribbon.

"uh hi, I'm (F/N L/N) for Texas Monthly." I said to the security guard showing him my press badge.

"of course Ms. (L/N), right this way."

I'm led behind the rope with the hundreds of other media workers.

Great, I couldn't see a thing.

I wasn't the tallest, standing 5"3 on a good day. I really needed this picture. I took a deep breath. I was just going to have to push my way through. I sighed as I started to forcefully push my way through the crowded bodies. I uttered apologies as people gave me dirty looks.

It finally got to where I could push no more. I was closer to the front but still a ways away. There was no way I was getting a good picture now. I blew a piece of stray hair that had fallen in my face when there was a clearing of a mic sound, followed by the girls in the crowd delivering ear splitting screams. I stood on my tippy toes and looked up at the stage.

Jensen Ackles walked over to the microphone standing clad in a black suit and a tie. He smiled showing his perfect teeth. He waved his hand at the screaming girls.

"holy.." I stared to say looking up at him.

I've seen pictures of him of course, but up close he looked even more mesmerizing, if that were remotely possible. His eyes were dark as he scanned the crowd. His jaw clenched looking as if the heavens chiseled it out of stone. He was intimidatingly tall, with muscles being accentuated by his suit jacket. He was undeniably gorgeous.

"thank you, thank you all." He said waiting for the screams to die down.

It just made the girls scream more. Hs voice was raspy, it dripped of sex appeal.

"I appreciate everyone coming today. I'm so grateful to be opening my fourth ale house in beautiful Laredo. I've always been a connoisseur of whiskey and rum, and I've been blessed to be able to work with some incredibly talented people and make my own. What started out as a hobby has now grown in to a full blown business and I couldn't be more grateful for each and every one of you that helps this business thrive. I'm not really a man for speeches so with that being said I officially declare Ackles Ale House open!" He says cutting the ribbon.

I sucked in a sharp breath, and started to panic. I was so focused on listening to his voice, I completely forgot the entire reason I came here! I brought the camera lens up to my eye trying to get a good shot. It was impossible as there were too many people in the way.

I started snapping, praying to the heavens that there was something front page worthy in the mix. Jensen smiled as the reporters started raising their hands for questions. I dug in my pocket for Stellas list but my hands were shaking too much I ended up dropping it on the dirt below.

Shit.

I bent over quickly to pick it up.

"I apologize but Mr. Ackles isn't taking questions at this time." A voice said making people groan in displeasure.

I grabbed the paper rising. As I did I saw Jensen walking past the rope that held the media. It was like something ignited in them. Everyone started pushing closer trying to get that perfect picture, or a quote from the man himself even though it was just said he didn't want to answer questions.

I grabbed on to my camera as elbows flew into my sides and people pushed against my back. I felt my breath get caught in my throat. I didn't like crowds to begin with, and people pushing in to me was too much. A particularly large man pushed against my side causing me to trip over and fall head first into the dirt. I tried to stand up but people were too busy pushing that nobody had noticed I was down here. I covered my head worried I was going to get trampled by media reporters.

"HEY GET BACK, EVERYONE GET BACK." I heard a gruff voice call loudly over the shouting fans and reporters.

I felt a relief in pressure as the bodies move away from me quickly. I uncovered my head and saw a hand being offered out to me. I looked up and was met with piercing green eyes, eyes that belonged to a Mr. Jensen Ackles. I gulped as I looked at his extended hand. No way was he in front of me right now.

"are you okay?" He asked.

I stared at him wide eyed, somehow his voice sounded even sexier when it was talking to me. I grabbed his hand giving him a slight nervous nod. He pulled me to my feet as if I were weightless.

"no you're not, your head is bleeding."

He put his hand on my face and with his thumb stroked a spot on my forehead. I winced in pain. I must've cut my head when I fell. It was just my luck that I would look incredibly stupid in front of him. I could hear cameras snapping as he looked at me. I prayed to god this didn't end up on any front pages I was embarrassed enough already. I realized I still hadn't said anything and was just awkwardly staring at him.

"I'm sure it's okay." I quietly murmur wiping my sleeve against my head.

I looked down seeing a little red stain.

"come on, let's get you some help." He smiled.

He grabbed my hand pulling me through the crowd of people and under the rope that was now being held up by his security guards. I could hear people gossiping but I was too focused on his large hand engulfing my small one. I felt my mouth go bone dry as he pulled me inside the ale house that had yet to let patrons in.

"Sit." He instructed pulling out a bar stool for me to sit on.

He disappeared somewhere else in the pub. I took the opportunity to look around. It was beautiful in here. The decor was nice but not too flashy. He reappeared quickly with a first aide kit in hand.

"I'm sorry about that, people can get kind of crazy." He said opening the kit.

I watched his hands work delicately opening an alcohol wipe and a band aide.

Oh god his hands.

They were large, but worked swiftly and were surprisingly gentle looking.

"this will sting a little." He said dabbing my head with the wipe.

I winced and out of reflex my hand flew up grabbing his wrist. He chuckled looking me in the eyes. My strength was in no way a match for him. I'm pretty sure my face lit up like a christmas tree as I removed my hand. I continued to stare at him while he worked at cleaning some excess blood from my wound.

"you don't say much do you.. Ms. uh Ms. (L/N)." Jensen said grabbing the press badge around my neck.

"It's just (y/n)." I chirped quietly.

He towered over me. It was rather intimidating, not to mention that but he's a billionaire television star and I'm just me.

"It's not deep enough to need stitches, just a cut but definitely keep it clean and covered." He ordered putting a band aide over my cut.

He stepped back giving me a once over. I couldn't help but feel incredibly insecure.

"uh thanks, you really didn't have to do all this." I said giving him a shy smile.

"of course I did, an injury is really bad for business." He says staring down at me as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

I felt the heat creeping up to my cheeks once again.

"oh yeah uh of course." I choked clearing my throat.

Gosh I'm an idiot.

There was a pause of silence before his laughter boomed in my ears.

"I'm kidding Ms. (L/N)." He said smiling.

"It's just (y/n). " I whispered again.

"so just (y/n), are you a reporter, you really don't seem like the cutthroat type." He asked gesturing to Stellas list that I still clutched in my hand.

"uh photographer actually, I was supposed to get a picture of the opening, my friend Stella is a reporter, she was supposed to come too but uh she has the stomach bug and wanted to see if I could get you to answer some of her questions for the article she's writing." I said afraid to meet his eyes.

"well did you get one?" He questions leaning on the bar so he was more relaxed and slouched down to my level."

I gave him a confused look.

"a picture." He clarifies, laughing at my confusion.

I don't know what it was about him, but it was causing my brain to get all foggy.

"oh yeah, uhm lets see." I blushed looking down at my camera.

I noticed the lens had a crack in it, and that the hatch where the sd card was inserted was open and the sd card missing.

" oh no." I said peering at my camera.

"everything okay?" Jensen spoke up furrowing his eyebrows in concern.

"uh yeah just my camera I must've cracked the lens when I fell, and my sd card fell out. It's fine though I'm sure uh there are other pictures we can use for the column." I said shaking it off.

I didn't want him to feel bad for my clumsiness.

I looked up meeting Jensens eyes. He was staring at me intently. I gulped nervously, feeling my cheeks heat up.

"well how about I answer some of your friends questions then." He offers with a smile.

"I uh thought you weren't answering questions." I said barely above a whisper.

Jensen leaned in close so we were eye level now.

"I think I can make an exception. I mean you got hurt for me after all." He said giving me a cheeky smile.

I could feel his breath fan over my face as he spoke. It smelled like mint and whiskey. I couldn't help the chills that shot through my body.

"uh great thanks, she'll be thrilled." I said starting to fiddle with the paper, of course in my nervous tirade I dropped it.

I went to reach for it at the same time as Jensen making our hands touch.

"erm sorry." I said quickly grabbing the paper and unfolding it the rest of the way.

Jensen sat leaning on the bar staring at me, waiting for me to ask him a question. I removed a pen from my pocket and quickly looked at the paper, my brain was so foggy I convinced myself I forgot how to read for a second. I took a deep breath reading the first question on the list.

"uh you went from being a successful actor on the hit show supernatural to now owning multiple businesses, to what do you.." I started but was cut off by Jensen.

"to what do I owe my sucess? is that really her question?" He asks raising his eyebrows.

I bite my lip nervously shaking my head.

"I think my success is owed to supernatural and how hard we worked to make the show what it was, it allowed me to make connections with some great people and build up my name." He said.

"maybe you just got lucky." I chirped still biting my bottom lip.

"that's funny Ms. (L/N), I found out the harder I worked the more luck seemed to come my way." He said ruggedly.

"of course, I didn't uh mean, uh I'm just going to ask the next question, you've recently started outsourcing some of your products from third world countries, is this a personal reason or.." I started but again was cut off.

"It's smart business, that's all." He said.

I scoffed looking down at the paper.

"what you don't think I'm making smart marketing decisions?" He asked raising his eyebrows.

"No it's not that, I just think your heart may be a little bit bigger than you would like people to believe. I said giving him a shy smile.

"you know many media reporters say I don't have much of a heart at all." Jensen said running his hand down his bearded chin.

"I don't believe that." I said quickly looking at him intently.

“well then you don’t know me very well Ms. (L/N), next question.” He says quickly changing topics.

I glance at the paper flustered. It seemed like this was something that he struggled with. He didn't want to answer questions to begin with and the last thing I wanted to do was make him uncomfortable with my questioning.

“Are you gay.” I spoke before my hand immediately flew over my mouth.

I'm going to kill Stell.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I just asked you that! It’s Stella she’s intrusive and since your almost never photographed with a woman, the media speculates.” I rambled feeling absolutely embarrassed.

Jensen looked at me with a stern face before laughing.

“no I’m not gay.” He said.

“I’m sorry it’s on the paper.” I blushed.

“forget the paper..” he said grabbing it from my hands and placing it on the bar. “is there anything you want to know about me?” He asked moving just a bit closer.

I bite my lip again looking down at my hands.

“you said I didn’t know you very well to believe you have a heart, is that because you don’t think you do or other people make you feel like that?” I whisper looking at the man in front of me.

He was so nice. How could someone this nice not have a heart? Jensen once again leaned down to my eye level, our noses were practically touching. I stared nervously at his gorgeous green eyes.

“I’m not who everyone thinks that I am Ms. (L/N).” He answered his eyes falling to the floor.

I was about to respond when a couple guys in black suits came in.

“Jensen we gotta get these doors open.” A middle aged man said looking to Jensen.

“yeah of course Cole, start letting the guests in.” Jensen said standing up and turning away from me.

I slowly stood up too, displeased that whatever moment we had was now over.

“just give me a minute guys.” Jensen said holding up a finger to the gentlemen in the suits.

He turns back around grabbing my chin to examine my band aide covered head. I felt electric pulse through my skin where his fingertips met.

“I’m uh really sorry you got hurt today, and that you didn’t get your picture. I hope I answered all your questions though.” He said offering me a small smile.

“I think you only answered three of them but, I uh should go, thanks again for the help I thought I was actually going to get trampled out there.” I joked biting my bottom lip again.

Jensen looks down at my lip before meeting my eyes.

“I wouldn’t have let that happen.” Jensen says seriously his eyes flicking from my lips to my eyes.

I got a nervous feeling in my gut when he stared at me. Almost as if I was nauseous but in a good way.

“I should uh go.” I whispered not wanting to delay the opening more than I already had but also wanting to savor every bit of this moment.

“I’ll uh walk you out.” Jensen says turning around and putting a hand on my lower back.

He leads me out the back door of the ale house where it isn’t overrun with people.

“I guess this is goodbye then.” I said turning to look at him one last time.

I can’t believe I actually had the chance to sit down and talk with him. My heart ached that this experience was now over.

“who knows Ms. (L/N). I might see you around.” Jensen says before turning around and walking back in to his business.

“just (y/n).” I whisper biting my lip, though he was already too far gone.

I couldn’t help the grin that spread over my face as I walked outside. The Texas heat hit me like a freight train, Jensen’s words playing in my head.

“who knows I might see you around.”

My smile didn’t falter as I quietly drove back to our little apartment. As soon as I pulled in my parking space Stella was out at my car.

“Oh my god (y/n/n) your all over the internet.” She screams handing me her phone.

I look down and there are pictures of Jensen jumping over the velvet rope to rescue me. I looked like a deer in headlights staring up at him.

God this was so embarrassing.

I just hope Gray doesn't see these. I gave her, her phone back getting out of the car.

“so…” she starts with a squeal.

“so…” I say rolling my eyes at her.

“tell me everything, what happened!?” she screams grabbing my shoulders.

“nothing really, he brought me inside to clean up my cut and we just talked for a little bit, I asked him some of your questions, I even asked him if he was gay, which thanks for that by the way.” I said pushing past her into the apartment.

“ooh yeah sorry about that, so what was he like?” She pestered.

“nice, polite, serious, intimidating.” I rattled off, my mind going to the towering man with the raspy voice.

“uh totally hot…” she added.

"I mean yeah if you're in to that type." I said glancing at her.

“so did you get your picture?” she asked looking at my camera.

I looked down at my camera again disappointed. I knew I was going to get shit for not doing the one task I was asked of, I’m just hoping Stella’s questions were enough to get me out of the hole I had dug for myself.

“no, when I fell my lens cracked and I’m missing my sd card.” I groaned taking my camera off from around my neck and tossing it on the couch.

“oh well you wrote down the answers to the questions right?” She said cocking her head to the side.

I shook my head, fishing in my jacket pocket for her list of questions where I'd scribbled his answers in pen. I didn’t feel them though. Realization hit me as I remembered Jensen grabbing the paper out of my hand and setting it on the bar. I never picked it back up. I was definitely screwed now. I remember all of his answers but still, I don’t know if anyone will believe just word of mouth.

“about that..” I started biting my lip.

“Gray’s going to be furious.” Stella says giving me a concerned look.

“you’re telling me.” I said crashing on the couch.

A million thoughts were running through my head, all of them leading back to one person in particular. He was definitely intimidating but there was also something about him that drew you in and hypnotized you. I shuddered remembering how close he was to me, the smell of his aftershave mixed with his cologne filled my nostrils. It was definitely the best day I've had in awhile despite not getting my picture and the hell I’m going to get for it. I grabbed a blanket off the back of the sofa, curling up and falling into a euphoric sleep, my dreams consisting of a certain green eyed man.

“I guess this is goodbye then.” I said turning to look at him one last time.

"maybe it doesn't have to be?"

Jensen came closer to me running a hand down the side of my face. He looked in my eyes intently while bringing his face closer. I bit my lip out of habit.

"what I wouldn't do to bite that lip." He groaned.

"What’s stopping you?"

He leaned in making my eyes flutter closed. I could feel his breath just a mere inch away from me. He got closer.....and closer.....

I awoke to someone violently shaking my shoulders.

"(y/n), get the hell up, we're going to be late for work." Stella yelled throwing a pillow at me.

I shot up from my position on the couch.

Shit. I overslept.

I quickly grabbed some clothes sprinting to the bathroom. I threw on black dress pants, a white top and a black blazer. I ran my fingers quickly through my hair, deciding this would have to do for now. I managed to have enough time to gargle with some mouth wash before running out the door.

"so what are you going to tell Gray?" Stella asked driving to the editorial office while I applied a thin layer of mascara in the passengers seat.

Fuck. I was so preoccupied thinking of Jensen I had no clue what the hell I was going to say to my boss.

"maybe he won't ask." I shrugged in defeat.

"yeah and maybe I'll be the next Queen of England." Stella joked.

She pulled into her designated parking spot, gathering her bag from the back seat. I opened the door moving at a sluggish pace. Maybe if I avoided Gray everything would be fine. He's a busy man after all, there are times where he can’t be seen throughout the day. I was praying that today was one of those days, just until I could think of what to say to him, or find something else that could potentially save our article. I walked in the building with my head down going straight to my desk.

Keep cool. I don't think he saw me enter.

I turn around unpacking my bag when I heard a hand slam down on my desk.

Of course. I just can’t win!

I hesitantly turn around, my boss Gray staring down at me.

"so did you get my picture?" He asked glaring at me.

I noticed Stella start to shuffle closer, knowing I'd need her for support.

"about the picture sir.." I started my voice quiet.

"you didn't get the picture!?" He asked, slowly starting to raise his voice.

"no, there were too many people, I fell and cracked the lens of my camera, and.." I rambled but was cut off.

"this was huge (y/n), you really dropped the ball on this one. I can't believe you're incapable of doing one small simple task, how are you ever going to make it in the big leagues if you can't snap a simple picture?" He yelled in disappointment.

I could feel the tears lace my eyes as he degraded me in front of the entire editorial office. I've never felt so small. Stella steps up beside me.

“now sir, let’s take it easy.” She tries to defend while trying not to cross a line.

"I'm really sorry sir." I apologized looking down at my feet, not wanting him to see my tear brimmed eyes.

"you're sorry, well sorry doesn't...." He started but was interrupted by a voice.

"I'm uh looking for a Ms. (L/N)."

I snapped my head up.

I know that voice.

Jensen stood at the reception desk, the receptionist too stunned to speak.

"holy shit.." Stella and I both said at the same time.

Jensen glances around, finally connecting eyes with mine. He smiles making his way to my desk.

“Mr. Ackles what a pleasure to have you here, I’m Gray Holland, chief editor.” Gray says putting on a big smile, which was different from his usual scowl.

Jensen ignored him, instead coming to stand in front of me and a very stunned Stella.

“you’re uh here, how, why?” I asked in shock.

“I believe you dropped this.” Jensen said.

He reaches in to his pocket and pulls out an sd card. He found it… but how? Did he go looking?

“Ah you must be Stella?” Jensen said turning to her.

She stands wide eyed nodding her head. He reaches in his other pocket pulling out a folded up paper… it was the list of her questions.

“I’m uh not gay but thanks for clarifying.” Jensen says handing Stella her list of questions.

She unfolded it with shaking hands, every question was filled out in his neat handwriting. I can’t believe he took the time to do that. Jensen gives me a smile before turning around to face Gray.

“Mr. Holland was it? I apologize sir, I didn’t anticipate the amount of people being there, therefore quality control was not the most efficient. It was my fault, Ms. (L/N) was shoved over and her camera sustained damages. I’ve written out a check that should cover the cost to replace the camera.” Jensen spoke pulling out a folded check.

My breath was caught in my throat. Nobody had ever stood up for me before. Gray was an intimidating man but looked small compared to Jensen.

“I appreciate your explanation and thank you Mr. Ackles, but (y/n) still didn’t get the cleared picture for her article.” Gray says pocketing the check.

I rolled my eyes. All Gray cares about is his stupid magazine.

“I know it’s not the same, but I’m free now for an original picture, as long as Ms. (L/ N) gets to take it.” Jensen spoke glancing back at me.

I could hear Stella shriek with excitement. Gray looks at me with judge filled eyes before agreeing.

“you girls go set up in the studio.” Gray orders me and Stella.

Stella grabs my hand sprinting to the studio while Jensen went to freshen up in the bathroom.

“Oh my gosh I can’t believe this is real right now!” Stella squealed.

“I have no idea how he found me, I never told him where we work.” I said scratching my head.

“He’s so totally into you (y/n) ! Must’ve made an impression if he tracked you down!” Stella fangirled.

“you’re delusional my friend.” I laughed starting to set up a backdrop and a ring light for some good lighting.

Jensen came back, dressed in his signature suit and tie.

“Ready?” He asked giving me a smile.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to his smile.

I shook my head biting my bottom lip. Jensen walked in front of the backdrop and posed for the camera. It didn’t take me long to snap a couple good pictures of him. Let’s be honest, the man was incapable of taking a bad one. I brought the camera down from my eye sifting through the pictures.

“any good ones?” Jensen asked, his presence suddenly much closer.

“they’re all good.” I smiled turning my camera to show him the headshots.

I could feel his body heat radiating off of him as he stood close glancing down at the pictures.

“wow these are great, you’re really talented.” Jensen said looking down at me.

Hold up did he just call me talented!? I could feel the immediate heat spread to my cheeks.

“thank you and thank you for all this, Gray’s always on my case.” I said staring up at the tall man.

“I owe you one, and that guy is blind if he can’t see the talent right in front of him.” Jensen said reaching a hand up to stroke my cheek in a comforting manor.

Suddenly someone was clearing their throat. I completely forgot Stella was in the room too.

“I’m just going to go.” She said pointing to the door.

She started to walk backwards but tripped on her two feet causing Jensen and I to laugh. Once she was out the door Jensen turned his attention back to me.

“so any plans for lunch?” He asked.

I bit my lip shaking my head no.

“how about lunch with me?”

“I’d love too.” I breathed.

“then it’s a date.”

Author Note:

Hello!

I really hope you Jensen lovers are liking the first part of my new fiction. If you can show it with a heart, reblog, comment, or a follow!

Part (II)

[cheynovak]

A new beginning 

Reader x Misha Collins 

Warnings: 16+  Sex, fluff, trauma, commitment issues, jealousy, Age difference...

Side note: English isn’t my first language.  

Words:  6172

Y/N and Misha became friends after Jensen introduced the two of you at his birthday party. Even though Y/N is a lot younger than Misha, Jensen saw a perfect match between you two. But... will Y/N and Misha feel the same way?  

*not my GIF*

 

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“There he is!” Y/N said smiling while walking up to Jensen with his gift. “Sorry had no time to wrap it. Happy Birthday buddy!” She kissed him on his cheek. “Thank! I’m glad you made it.” He said. “Well, Jack and Karl are here already, somewhere.” “Don’t worry I’ll find them.” She winked at him before leaving him in the hands of the guest who arrived after you. 

Y/N was the newest member of “the boys” cast, she plays an old love interest of soldier boy who became a villain after Soldier boy chose Crimson Countess, the type of supe Butcher loves to manipulate to fight for him. The crew and cast made you feel at home right away even though you just started to film. Y/N became quite quickly friends with Jensen and Karl, and of course they found out that Y/N was a supernatural fan growing up. In a couple of months, she would turn 28 but whenever interviewers talked about how Jensen feels working with such a young girl on the show, he always said the same thing. “She is younger, but a very mature person, would even say and old soul.” And that is exactly how she felt, an old soul in a young body. She always had a better connection with people who were a little older.  

After a few hours, food and drinks Jensen made his way towards you and the guys. “This must be so surreal for Y/N.” Jack said. You all looked at his with a confused look. ”Didn’t she once admit being a supernatural fan? And all the actors are standing, what, 3 feet away.” Y/N shook her head while smiling and slightly blushing. “Who is your favourite?” Karl decided to at oil to the fire. “Oh no, we are not going down that road!” Y/N said. “Ah come on!” Jensen bumped your shoulder. “Was it Dean?” He asked teasingly. “I think she is more of a Sam girl.” Jack teased. “No, no actually I was a Dean girl.” Y/N admitted “Until season 4.” She looked at Jensen, who thought about that for a second. “CASTIEL!” He said very surprised but seem to like your answer. She smiled shyly.  

Later that night Y/N decided to head back to the hotel, she had to take her fight back to LA in the morning. So, she asked Danneel where Jay was before leaving without saying a word. Y/N placed her hand on his shoulder. “Hey buddy I’m heading out. Got a flight tomorrow.” “Oh no, wait one second, I want you to meet someone.” Jensen said while taking her wrist and walking her trough the crowed. And before she could see or say anything she hears Jensen: “Mish! Meet Y/N, Y/N Misha... She really likes you.” He said with a grin wide smile before leaving you standing in front of him with eyes wide open. Looking nervous, like a fangirl at ComiCon meeting her hero. “I eh, hi.” Y/N managed to say giving him a hand. ”Hi...” “This is awkward, isn’t it?” Y/N smiled shyly. “A little... But It’s ok.” He smiled friendly. ”Eh, how do you know Jensen?” “The Boys.” Y/N answered shortly. The two of you started to talk and surprisingly the awkwardness quickly disappeared. But as much as you liked the conversation, that had you staying there for another 90 minutes, you had to get some hours of sleep before getting on the plane.  

The next morning 

Y/N was sitting at the gate with her hoody and headphones on, listening to music while looking at other people in the airport, sipping her coffee trying to stay awake. That night she didn’t had much sleep thinking about the conversation she had with Misha, he did seem really nice, she could see why he was still friends with Jensen. But most of all Y/N wished she had given him her number. As she was scanning the crowd, she noticed someone familiar, Misha, he was sitting at the same gate as her, sunglasses, coffee and hoodie. Even though they had talked the night before she was nervous to go and talk to him. The voice on the intercom announced that they while start boarding now and Misha got up and quickly moved in line. Y/N could see his broad shoulders, how amazing would it be if they would end up sitting next to each other, but he probably flies first-class she thought.  

But to her surprise he didn’t, he sat a couple of rows ahead of her, she had to pass him for going to her seat. Misha recognised her, “Y/N! Hi, what a coincidence!” He got up quickly hugged her before she held back the people behind her. “I know right! Have a good fight!” She said way to enthusiastic. During boarding Misha kept looking back to see where she was seated noticing the seats next to her were empty. Once in the air Y/N started to read a book to make sure she wouldn’t be looking at Misha every two seconds.  

Little did she know that he did look at her a few times, hoping she would look at him. But after a while he got up and moved to sit next to her. Y/N was a little surprised, “Would you mind if I sit next to you?” “No! Of course not!” - “So, LA? What are the plans?” He asked casually. “Home, I rent a house there. Just a little break between projects. You?” “For now, home. We’re trying to sell the house, but I live there for now.” Y/N knew he and his wife had split up, she, like all the other fans had read his poems, but she decided not to get into detail about that.  

Misha and Y/N started to talk some more. “So, Jensen said you liked me? What did he mean?” Misha asked with an innocent smile. “They asked me who my favourite SPN character was... I said Castiel.” “Aaah, I get it. So, you don’t like me me ... You like Cas me.” he laughed. “Yeah, I’m so terribly sorry.” Y/N joked. Y/N and Misha soon found out that they had a few similar interests, both loved to read, music and art. Y/N painted in her spare time while Misha wrote poetry, one couldn't do what the other did but, admired the art form of the other. Y/N showed him drawings and paintings of her own, While Misha read some of his drafts. The plane seemed to land way to fast, neither of them wanted to end the conversation but when they were safe and sound on the ground and got their luggage, they said goodbye. “Well, I see that my cap is here.” Misha said, “It was nice to talk to you again!” Y/N nodded “Likewise!” Misha hugged her and turned to the taxi driver. “Oh, Misha! Before I forget.” Y/N yelled. “Here is my number.” She wrote it on a small piece of paper she had in her jacket. “If you, I don’t know, want to talk or hang out sometimes, I would like that.”  

Misha got in the taxi, thinking whether he should call her, she seemed nice, but he was afraid he would expect more of him than he could offer. Especially now, even though he and Vicky had been separated for a while he wasn’t ready to date. He needed to focus on being a dad, actor and healing his mental wounds.  

Y/N noticed Misha’s face when she gave him her number, he looked scared, maybe even a little hurt. She hoped she didn’t offened him by doing so. It was days later when she got a text from him, Y/N thought she wouldn’t hear from him again. 

Mish: “Free this afternoon?” 

Y/N: “Jup, why?”  

Mish:”Lunch? 1 pm?” 

Y/N:” Count me in!” 

Y/N googled the place he had suggested, and decided to dress casually, but catches herself taking a little more afford in her hair and make-up than she would usually do.  

Misha noticed her walking in, long summer dress, sunglasses, matching bag, she smiled when she noticed him. “Hi again.” she said while giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek. “You look great! I feel underdressed.” Misha said. “Nonsense, by the way this place looks amazing!” Y/N answered looking around. After they both ordered Y/N decided to ask him about his reaction at the airport. ”Misha, maybe it’s not my place or question to ask, and if so, please let me know but, I couldn't help but notice the panic in your eyes when I gave you my number. Did I do something wrong?” Misha let out a breath before answering. “Well, I don’t know how much you know about my personal life. But I am recently divorced, and I didn’t want to give you the wrong impression. Because I am far, far from ready to date.” Y/N nodded very understanding still listening, “And Jensen wanted me to meet you for quit sometime now, I had no idea what he said to you before introducing so, I panicked a little.”  “I see, it was never my intention to date you, I just like that we get along.” She smiled. 

“Great, because I could use a friend who isn’t connected to my marriage, especially here, closer to home. That’s what happens when you’ve been together since school, your friends become her friends and vice versa.” “I understand and consider me your new friend.” Y/N smiled “But eh, Jay talked about me?” “Yes, days before the party, said you were an amazing woman, who I might like... You know a friend trying to help.” “Is that so...” Y/N got up from her chair, “Let’s send him a thank you for our new friendship texted.” Squatting next to Misha holding your phone to take a selfie. “What are you going to say?” He asked taking a sip of his drink.  

“Thanks Jay. Found myself a new friend... No worries won’t replace you... Yet 😉  Xx." 

Y/N send the picture to Misha as well. 

Once home Misha opened the DM from Y/N and truly looked at it for the first time. He liked that his smile was genuine but couldn’t help to notice that she was a lot younger than he was. What are you worrying about, he thought, you just told her to be friends nothing more.  

+ 10 months later 

Y/N and Misha grew closer in the near year they known each other now, at first hanging out whenever his kids weren’t with him and when they didn’t have project to work on. Later they met her and started to call her aunty Y/N. And of course, they supported each other.  

Misha and Jensen had a convention to go to. Some die-hard fans had noticed Misha hanging out with Y/N in public and seem to have question about that. Both men told the story the way it was. Met each other and became friends. But one fan had a question that lingered in Misha’s mind. “Jensen, you and Y/N have a, let’s call it spicy scene together, what was it like to film something like that, and Misha since you are their friend, have you seen it, and what were your thoughts?”  

Jensen answered the question first. Saying filming something like that is always awkward, but that because they became friends, they had their fair share of laughs that day. Misha had to be honest he hadn’t seen the latest season yet. Realising he never talked to Y/N about it, while she seemed up to date with his projects, supporting him, wishing him luck. So, he decided to watch the season at home. Mid-season the scene the fans talked about played, Misha noticed a strange feeling seeing Y/N getting al hot and heavy with Jensen, well he knew it was Soldier boy and her character but still. He felt a knot in his stomach, could it be jealousy? Not a second later he received a text.  

Y/N: “Made dinner... way too much... Hungry?”  

Mish: “Be there in 20?”  

Y/N: ”Perrrrrrfect!” 

“I’m sorry, I'm already in my comfy clothes.” She said answering the door in her short shorts and tank top with fluffy slippers. “So, what were you up to today?” Y/N asked while walking Misha to the kitchen. ” Not much, started watching the boys.” He said drawing out her reaction. “Really! What season?” Y/N answered enthusiast - “The last one.” - ”Oooh, you seen me naked yet?” she said teasingly wiggling her brows. - “Actually, the second before you texted.” He admitted laughing at the face she made. Y/N looked dramatic like he just had a kick to the balls. “I am so sorry for that traumatic experience.” - “Yeah, could have giving me a heads up.” he smirked - ”Hey, if you would have told me you were watching it, I might have. Or better would watch it with you just to see your face.” She said smiling turning to the oven to get the last dish out. While she bent over Misha couldn’t help but staring at her curves, feeling busted like a teenager when she turned around.  

After dinner Misha helped her with the dishes, “Why did you start to watch the boys?” Y/N asked out of the blue. “Really didn’t think that was your thing.” Looking over her shoulder while Misha placed a dried plate on the clean table. “It isn’t, but I figured, you follow me and compliment me on everything I do. As a friend I could at least watch your work.” Y/N hummed in response. “I appreciate that.” she answered with a little tear in her eye.  

Little did Misha know Y/N just had a date that went terrible. Some rude new rising star her age. The first and last thing that came out of his mouth was how much slimmer Y/N seemed in the boys and in pictures. How he thought she could lose weight if she trained with him and that she better not wear high heels, making her taller than him... after that night Y/N really didn’t want to be alone, and could use a familiar face.  

“Are you crying?” Misha notice. “It’s nothing.” She answered quickly before turning back to the dishes. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked really worried, “Oh no, really, it’s nothing... I just had a really bad date.” Misha’s heart dropped... “Date? I didn’t know you were dating.” He tried to sound as an interested friend. “Yeah, one of my friends set me up.” She said still cleaning the same dish. “All he did was talking about my weight and height.” Y/N turned to Misha. “I mean, I know I’m taller than the average woman but fat? I worked day and night at the gym before shooting the boys, I weight more then with muscles than now.” Misha felt sorry for her. “Oh honey”, he pulled her in is arms holding one hand on her hair and the other between her shoulders. “You are perfect. And if that boy can’t see it... then you need to find yourself a man who can.” 

Y/N looked up at Misha, seeing his worried blue eyes looking at her, like she seen them so many times before, but there was something more to them now. Before she knew it Y/N stood on her toes and kissed his lips, brushing her lips softly over his, when she moved away, Misha’s lips followed hers. Holding his hands on her neck and cheeks, after the kiss he kept his eyes closed a little longer, Y/N waited for his reaction. He opened his eyes, but instead of being relieved Y/N noticed the same panic she saw at the airport. “I’m sorry... I have to go.”  

“Misha, wait!” Y/N followed him to the door. “Please, I’m sorry I should have never... But please, I really don’t want to be alone tonight.” She noticed he was thinking about her words without looking at her. “I’m sorry I promise I won’t try and kiss you again. I’m just afraid...” “Why?” He turned around. “I’m afraid if you walk out that door, I might lose my best friend. Please let me prove to you that this doesn’t have to be complicated.” Misha looked at his feet. “Y/N, it’s already complicated, I kissed you back. I wanted to kiss you for so long, I would love nothing more than kissing you every time I’m with you.” - “Why didn’t you?” “You, me... us...The age difference...” He shook his head.  

“ Age? That is what’s holding you back? I don’t care about age Mish.”  

“Maybe not now, but in 10 or 20 years maybe. I’m not settling for less. I don’t want my kids to go through something like the divorce again.” Y/N was surprised “Neither do I, you think I will settle down for les? Misha soon I’m going to be 30, no husband no family...” But he didn’t let her finish “Family, another thing, I have kids, you want kids of your own, you said that before. I’m too old to have another baby. You want to get married, I’m not sure I want to, again.”  - “So, basically you made a decision for me of what I want, without talking to me about it?” Y/N said frustrated and hurt. “Maybe I’m willing to give some things up, or we could find another solution.” “Y/N, I don’t want you to give up anything for me.” He hugged her “I talk to you soon.” And left through the door. 

It had been two weeks, Y/N and Misha didn’t meet up or called each other. Y/N had texted him a few times, but his response was short and cold. Her calls stayed unanswered.  

Y/N:” Are you still mad at me?” 

Mish:”Never was.”  

Y/N: ”Can we talk?” 

Mish:”No time.” 

Y/N: “Mish please, I miss you...” 

Jensen saw the texted messages between them, he had noticed Misha being less happy off stage than he was the last couple of months. And whenever there was a question about Y/N he kept his mouth shut. “Dude, I’m serious, pick up your phone and call her!” - “And tell her what? I’m sorry I've been avoiding you?” - “For starters, yes. I don’t get it, you like her, she likes you. You both live in the same town, when you talk about her, we all see the Misha we’ve been missing the months before, during and after your divorce.” Jensen added. “There is more to it than liking each other.” Misha answered his friend. “Like, my kids, the age difference.” Jensen rolled his eyes. “Age difference... Stop pretending she is underaged, Misha she turned 28 last month. Y/N clearly doesn’t care, and your kids love her! Listen, all we want is for you to be happy.” He placed his hand on Misha’s shoulder. “And you are happy when you are with her.” But even then, he shakes his head no, he couldn’t believe Y/N loved him that much.  

Y/N’s phone buzzed, like a teenager she ran towards it, a text from Jensen. Y/N sighs while opening the message.  

Jay:“I tried to talk to him. He is stubborn.” 

Y/N:” You know? What did he say?”  

Jay:”He didn’t say much, but I’m not blind, he needs time to see that what he feels isn’t a bad thing.” 

Y/N: ”I just what my friend back Jay. If he doesn’t want more that is fine for me.” 

Jay:”I'm not giving up yet.”  

Y/N: “Thanks Xx.” 

Another week radio silent. Y/N had tried to call him a couple of times, but he never answered.  

Misha was desperately trying to hold on to the thought that if he stayed away for long enough, she would find someone, fall in love and be happy. Then they could both move on. But Jensen’s words lingered in his mind, and he was right. His kids love Y/N, she made them laugh, played in the garden with them and even took them to the carnival when Misha had to work from home. She took care of him and his kids while he wasn’t his best.  

After thinking and doubting he took is phone to call her. But instead, he saw a notification of TMZ first with the headline. “ Y/N Y/L/N/ single no more?” Misha felt his stomach turn, the first thing he saw was a picture of Y/N with Karl walking out of a restaurant, and other one laughing, having a few beers at a pub in London, her face close to his while he was saying something to her. She seemed to have a great time with him. He opened the article to read.  

 

** 

Last night Y/N Y/L/N (28) and Karl Urban (51) were spotted having a romantic time in downtown London.  

Both actors were spotted at a restaurant and later in a pub having a few drinks clearly enjoying each other's company. An inside source told us that the young actress is enjoying her single life even though she is ready to settle down with the right man.  

In her latest interview Y/N told LAD bible she didn’t care about age, is this her way of proving her words? Maybe she was referring to Karl all along!  

The actress clearly likes her man slightly older, let us not forget she has been seen often with Misha Collins (49) in LA, although they confirmed their relationship to be strictly friendship, Urban and Y/L/N haven’t confirmed nor denied the rumours yet. But the chemistry between the two is inevitable, as you can see in the interview with both actors down below.  

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Misha closed his phone, feeling bad, he thought seeing her moving on would make it easier for him to let her go. But instead, he felt awful.  

And to top it all off, Karl posted a week later a recap of the press tour they did, on Instagram. Misha scrolled through the pictures stopping when he saw one were Y/N and Karl were holding each other in a side hug, and another one, were Karl stood behind her, he had his arm around her neck, Y/N sticking her tongue out, they lifted their middle finger and winked at the camera. With the caption Love this city – Y/N had reacted ... Love these people.  

When he clicked on to her page, she had also posted pictures with the cast. And another one with Karl, laughing extremely hard a little blurry and the “good picture” were they posed on the red carpet in front of the boys logo, with the caption: No one will ever be as entertained by us as us with a little red heart. Karl’s comment: Admit it... Life would be boring without me. Misha noticed all the reactions from fans how much they loved her, how cute they were. It was too much to see.  

Y/N got back to LA, really glad she decided to go on press tour, she told Karl about what happened, and as a good friend he made sure she forgot about Misha every now and then. But once home her feelings came running back, she got tired of him ignoring her, if he really didn’t want to see or hear her again, he at least has to have the balls to tell her in her face. Today she had a quiet day, she took her car and drove up to Misha’s house, he wasn’t home, but she had time. Y/N waited at the front door, she could see his car parked outside on the driveway, so he wasn’t far away.  

Misha returned all sweaty from his run, being surprised when he saw Y/N sitting on the steps. “What are you doing here?” He asked out of breath. “Well, seems like my best friend is hiding from me, though I come and find him.” She answered trying to sound happy. “I don’t think I’m the one hiding things.” He said walking inside.  “What do you mean?” Y/N followed. “Checked TMZ yet?” He asked while handing her his phone with the article. “Seriously Mish?  Is that why you have been avoiding me? First off, Karl is a friend, a good one trying to lift me up when you were acting all weird.” Y/N said, “And second how could I have been able to explain this or keep you up to date if you don’t answer your phone?! And since when do you believe TMZ?”  

“I am so sorry Y/N, I feel like an idiot.” Misha said when he saw that Y/N’s reaction was honest, “Well, you should.” Y/N answered trying not to smile. “You were jealous, weren’t you?” He didn’t answer that question. “I’m sweaty, that’s what I am. And in about 15 minutes will West and Maison be here from school, and I still haven't showered or prepared food yet.” Y/N nodded. “Go take a shower, I’ll prepare a snack for them.” She took the towel slapping his ass with it playfully.  

After the shower Misha came down in his sweatpants and t-shirt, hearing his kids arrive, they were thrilled to see her again. “Your dad is taking a shower, are pancakes ok?” Of course, he didn’t think they would say no to that! “So how was your day?” Y/N asked not noticing Misha was looking at them in the kitchen. Maison wanted to help Y/N, while West was telling her about his day. Like a pro Y/N multitasked her way through baking, listening and watching Maison not getting burned. It felt like a dream to him. Maybe she does belong here with us.   

After a while Y/N noticed Misha watching, she winked at him which brought him back to earth. “Pancakes?” She asked while he greeted his kids who were already sitting at the table. After dinner Y/N helped with the dishes while the kids were doing their homework. “Well, I better get going.” She said while folding the towel. Before Misha could change his mind, he pulled her into a hug. “Thank you for today, I’m glad we talked.” Y/N wrapped her arms around him, answering his affection. “Thanks for listening to me.” Misha let go “You know, you don’t have to leave.” Y/N looked at him not fully understanding what he meant. “The kids need to get to bed soon, but maybe, if you like, we can watch a movie together like old times?” “I would love that.” 

All four of them watched a show the kids loved to watch, and even though Maison wanted to act like a big grown girl around her father, she asked Y/N to cuddle on the couch. Misha noticed how his little girl placed her head on Y/N’s lap while she moved her fingers through Maison’s hair and still be focussed on the screen. Misha didn’t want to move his kids, but it was way past bedtime.  “Come on guys, time to go to bed.” With a little whining they left, West gave Y/N a good night hug before following his dad up the stairs. “Good night, buddy.” He heard her say.  

“Dad, I like it when Y/N is here.” West told him while he tucked him in. “She makes you happy. Misha smiled at his son not knowing how to react. Before he went down, he dropped by his daughter's room. “All set? Ready to go to bed?” She hummed agreeing. He kissed her good night and went down trying not to rush himself. “Oh, great your back.” Y/N said while walking out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of popcorn. “What movie were you thinking about?” “Comedy?” he asked her approval before taking his seat next to her. “Great!”  

While watching the movie Misha noticed Y/N curling up against him and shiver. “Cold?” he asked her, “Yeah, actually a little.” “Wait.” he paused the movie “Let me grab a blanked.” throwing it over them. Not long after he noticed Y/N’s head lowering on his shoulder, she fell asleep. He moved his arm so that her head would rest on his chest. Y/N woke up startled.” Oh my god Mish, I’m so sorry.” She said embarrassed. “Come here.” He still pulled her in close, kissing the temple of her head, moving his hand over her shoulder and arm. His touch felt good, soft yet strong, but most of all safe. Y/N could hear his heart beating faster, she looked up at him locking eyes with his soft blue gaze. Slowly Misha closed the space between them, holding her cheek with one hand, his lips finding hers. He gave them a soft peck, looking for any hesitation from her. Y/N’s eyes had this little glister in them. She kissed him back with the same softness, she smiled moving a little closer, placing her head back on to his chest, so that they both sat comfortably watching the movie. The last thing she wants was to rush things, scaring Misha away again.  

Y/N felt Misha’s hand slip under the blanket, stroking her side and hip, his thumb accidently touching the side of her breast a few times. She looked up at him, it was clearly not his intention, he was still focussed on the tv. But little did he know that those small touches made her burn up. All she wanted was more of his hands over her, kissing those perfect lips. So, to control herself she buried her face a little more in his shirt, letting out a deep breath. Misha noticed her hand clenching the fabric of his shirt, it took him a second to realise what he was doing, so he held his hand still. But hearing her deep breaths turned him more on than he would have thought.  

He couldn’t focus anymore, he started to daydream about her moans if he would actually touch her. So, he became a little bolder and stroke the side of her breast again, this time watching her reaction while kissing her head. Y/N looked up again to see his blue eyes darkened this time with lust. He kissed her lips with more passion, his tongue asking permission to enter her mouth. Her tongue following his. And when she pulled back for air, he lifted her on his lap. Her body on his, her knees straddling him but still covered under the warmth of the blanked. His hands moved to her back crawling under her shirt meeting her soft skin.  

Her hands lingered on his shoulders, moving one slowly up his neck into his hair, without losing touch of the kisses they shared. Misha’s hand moved down to her bottom, kneading over her jeans making her whimper silently. His lips found their way to her neck, Y/N tilted her head giving him all the space to kiss and softly nip. Misha felt like a teen again, one who was so full of hormones and love drunk making out with his girl in the back of his car. But fully aware he was at home, giving in to the pleasures he wanted to taste all those months ago. And it felt good, even the smallest touch.  

Y/N felt his erection growing and even though she was desperately trying not to move to fast, to wait for his lead she couldn’t help but grind against his hips, she wanted more friction. Misha growled against her ear holding her hips, pushing her closer asking her with his touch to do it again. So, she did, Y/N started to move slowly, both could hear their breaths getting heavier, filling the room with soft moans that were silenced with their kisses. Misha’s hands moved up over her thighs to her shirt, pulling it over her head, leaving his hands on her breast, kneading softly. He looked at her through his lashed while he kissed them all over, before his hand undid her bra. He looked at her like a man possessed, his lips and tongue found her hardened nipple, toying her with his other hand still kneading her right breast.  

“Oh Mish....” She moaned holding his head, her fingers twisted in his hair. Y/N moved her hand down over his body, moving it in between them, finding his erection palming it over his trainers. Misha let go of her breast while he moaned against her. “Fuck...” He breathed out. Y/N let herself slip in between his legs, pulling his pants and underwear down. Her hands moved back up over his thighs, wrapping her hand around the shaft pumping slow, while her lips left kisses around his pelvis. Making him moan and growl her name, wanting to feel more of her. Y/N first kissed the tip of his dick, tasting his precum on her lips. She slowly lowered her head over him licking the tip. Misha’s breath hitched feeling her warm lips working their way down.  

After she made him moan her name more than a few times she got up. Undressed in front of him, she would see the fire in his eyes burn. Knowing that if he wasn’t so turned on, he would feel embarrassed to stare at her, but his eyes took in every inch of her body while taking of his own shirt. Their naked bodies found each other again, Y/N again straddling his hips, but before she could lower herself on him, he stroked his hands between her thighs, feeling her wetness on her upper thigh close to her slit. He hummed delighted to know he cost it. His fingers toying her, making her head fall back, he entered her, first one finger then two slowly pumping, curling to find that one spot that would drive her crazy, she couldn’t help but to move her hips with him in rhythm, making him touch take soft spot inside her. “Oh Misha... although this feels.... Oh, so good... I need... More.” She managed to say between moans and breaths.  

Misha let go of her, Y/N grinded against him a few more times, making sure his dick was coated before entering her. He lined himself up against her, locking eyes. He wanted to see her face while he bottomed out. “So beautiful.” He said while watching her expression. Kissing her collarbone while she slowly started to move up and down. She placed her hands behind him on the couch while his hands were guiding her, kneading the flesh of her bottom. Their lips not leaving each other's. The air was filled with moans and the sound of their bodies moving together.  

Misha noticed the coil in his stomach building, he turned her around, and placed her on her back. Hovering above her naked body, taking her wrists in his hand moving them above her head. Kissing her neck again before re-entering her soaking core. Y/N could feel his trusts getting harder, stroking along that one spot inside. Not long after she started to tighten around his dick, moaning and whining his name is his ear, trying to keep quiet, unable to hold him close to her. Misha thrusted through her orgasm trying to make it last as long as possible. But he felt his own coming up again faster than anticipated he came inside her with one last thrust.  

Misha lifted himself a little, letting go of her wrists, but still hovering over her. Softy and passioned kissing her lips before locking eyes with her. Neither said a word but enjoyed each other’s touch and company. “Mish... as much as I love cuddling with you. I really need to use the bathroom now.” Y/N said a little embarrassed. “Oh yeah sure, you know where it is right?” Y/N got quickly up put on her panties and a shirt to refresh herself, when she came back Misha had already put on his pants. He was folding the blanket. “I was thinking we best head upstairs, the bed lays better.” He said while walking up to her giving Y/N a kiss. She hummed “Well and I don’t want to fall asleep here and getting waked by the kids in the morning... seeing me half naked.” She laughed  

Once in bed Misha held Y/N in his arms. “Please tell me you won’t regret this.” Y/N asked him, hoping this was the start of something and not a one-time thing. “I’ve been thinking about you, us for so long now, letting you close to me, was a calculated move.” He kissed her head letting out a chuckle. “But I had no idea it would get so hot and heavy so quick.” They both started laughing trying to stay quiet, not to wake the kids. “But no, I won’t regret this.” 

“Good because I’m not planning on letting you run off again.” She said. 

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Chapter 3 - Heading home

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During the rest of the filming of season two Jensen felt awkward around you.

Finally, when you were wrapping up for Christmas,  Jared asked you were you coming down to Texas for Christmas.

“Of course,  I’ve been down the past two years in a row I wouldn’t miss it” you smiled.

As you all drank and partied at the end of the season premiere you saw Jared and Jensen talking in the corner,  as you walked over to join your best friends you were stopped by a crew member,  but as they talked to you you couldn’t help but overhear the conversation between the boys.

“Why the fuck would you invite her?” Jensen spat.

“Because we have spent the past two years together at Christmas it’s our thing.” Jared argued.

“Well, how am I going to explain that to Amy that the last person she wants at our house for Christmas is going to be there?” He huffed.

“It’s not y/n fault that Amy has some problem with the make-believe non fiction tv show” Jared argued “She should know you’re not a real couple.”

“Don't your fucking dare talk about my wife like that, if she doesn't want y/n there then that’s what she gets it’s her house” he glared at Jared.

You excused yourself from the person you were talking to and made your way back to the apartment heartbroken your best friend hated you.

Jared rang you a few minutes after you had climbed into bed “Where are you? I have been searching for you everywhere.”

“Didn’t feel too good, the endo was playing up so needed a hot water bottle but enjoy yourself and ill see you in the morning” You hung up on him.

While in bed you booked your flights to visit your home town then put your headphones on and reluctantly fell asleep.

The next morning you lightly tapped on Jared’s door,

“Jar can I come in?” you asked.

“Yes of course” he replied.

“You missed a hell of a night “ he smirked “ but I know how painful you can get” he smiled sympathetically.

You thought about the times these men looked after you when you had your flare-ups.

As you sat on his bed you sighed “ I'm not coming with you tomorrow, I'm heading back to your/hometown.

“What? "Jared shot up “You hate it there and you have no one there.”

“I heard the conversation last night I think it’s for the best. I booked my flights last night and clif is picking me up soon.  You cried.

“Y/n it’s Christmas“ Jared began.

“I can’t be there even you know I can’t, I’ll see you in a few weeks,  I just need time on my own,  I'm gonna spend my Christmas getting a massage” you laughed sadly.

As Jared cradled you he ordered, “You better ring me every day.”

“As long as you ring me too” you sniffed.

“oh I will” he promised.

A few hours later Clif picked you up. You always sat up front with him as you loved to talk shit and annoy him. But this time you sat in the back and broke down and cried all the way from your apartment to the airport.

“Can you tell me what going on?” he asked as he stopped the car at the hotel.

“I'm just being oversensitive” You smiled at him before hugging the life out of him” Thanks Clif,  love you, see you in a few weeks. Tell that wife of yours to text me.”

“Y/n” he pleaded.

You looked at him and shook your head.

As Jensen walked into the kitchen to make coffee he saw Jared sitting on the sofa.

“Sleeping beauty not up yet” he laugh “Anyone work out where she went?“

“She's away back home “Jared scowled not even looking at Jensen.

“What?” Jensen asked shocked.

“What are you upset? cause she was upset after hearing everything you said about her last night and now is off to spend Christmas in a hotel alone” Jared spat.

While the boys argued,   Clif walked through the door shouting, 

“What the fuck?  I just had y/n in my car crying uncontrollably. What happened?“

Jensen went to his room leaving Jared to explain the situation.

Clif shook his head and stormed out yelling so much for friendship.

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All I Want (3/3)

(I know it's not technically a picture of Dean, but Jensen Ackles is so handsome)

Dean Winchester x Black! Fem! Reader (One-sided)

Sam Winchester x Black! Fem! Reader

Warnings: one sided love, pining, reader and Sam get horny and leave Dean to himself, Dean tries to move on and fails miserably, Dean thinks badly about himself, drinking, Dean wants reader bad but she's in love with Sam, Dean's really scared and really guilty, drinking and driving (don't drink and drive kids, always have a designated driver!) reader wears jewelry, most (if not all) of the female characters have a lot of accessories (lipgloss, nails, lashes, mascara, jewelry) because a lot of my works are self-indulgent and I'm a girly-girl so I like being dressed up and having a lot of accessories on so if its not for you just ignore it

Part 3 of 3! Thank you to everyone who read and commented, I'm so happy this series did so well. I honestly wasn't expecting it, I had literally nothing planned when I wrote it and just winged it. Thank you and enjoy the final part!

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He can remember when it all started. For weeks he had lost sleep when Sam announced that he was in love with his girlfriend of nine months. It was when they were on a hunt and the two narrowly made it back. He always thought Sam's girlfriend was cute, but he didn't know it was this bad. He ignored the fluttering of his heart the best he could for weeks. He ignored the way he always wanted to smile at her whenever she was near by.

He can remember the first night he realized how awful his entire predicament really was.

"She's cute, right babe?" She asked, wrapping her arms around Sam's neck, while she sat comfortably on his lap. The three looked at a dark skinned woman with blonde, curly braids with some very elaborate and fancy eyeliner.

"Sure." Sam responded, more focused on the feel of her thighs under his calloused palms. The couple was sitting in a booth at a club in Georgia, and like always she'd found her spot on Sam's lap. Tonight was different though.

A very uncomfortable feeling radiated through Dean, the look in Sam's eyes made his stomach turn. He stared at his girlfriend with an intense heat that made Dean feel like he was intruding on the two. His eyes a dark, lustful green, as his hands run up and down her thighs. Stopping just below her dress. Her eyes radiated the same desire, and she was staring at his hands. It was like seeing the opening to a porno that Dean would sooner carve his eyes out than watch.

Turning his head, he grabbed another shot and tilted his head back. The tequila burned the back of his throat, and he choked a bit. She giggled at his gagging, and Sam gave a small smile while holding onto her waist. Dropping his head back after he cleared his chest, he began to draw small symbols on the table. His heart felt like it was in his throat, the liquor not the only thing burning in his chest. It was worse on nights like this. The nights where he could see their desire for each other. At least they weren't at home, and Dean could escape to his own motel room.

"Dean, you should make a move. She's looking at you." She pointed out, while she fidgeted with her glass. Dean stopped staring at the table, looking up at the woman. He turned, the flashing lights of the club giving him a small headache. He was getting older everyday.

"Oh. Yeah." He responded glumly. No doubt the woman was beautiful. Her eyes looked so dark it was like looking into pools of ink. Her blonde curly ends were basically motioning for him to come hither. This could work.

In the past few weeks, Dean found the resolve to try and move on. Why pine over a woman he could never have when there were so many he could have? He was Dean Winchester. Sure this would technically be the one that got away but he's had quite a few of those.

"You should try talking to her." Drinking her rum and coke, Dean tried to keep his eyes off her perfect lips.

"Yeah, you've been going through a dry spell lately. When's the last time you got laid?" Sam asked, drinking from the straw that was held up in front of him. She swatted his shoulder, and Sam laughed in a weak attempt to avoid the next hit. Dean grimaced, his dry spell was noticeable and it killed him.

It wasn't entirely his fault. They'd been busy! Dean had been busy admiring Sam's girlfriend. Just thinking about it makes him shudder, he really was down bad. It would change tonight though. Dean would pick a girl, one that looked nothing like her, and he'd do what he does best. Then he'd finally be able to move on and forget about her.

"Sam, that's mean! Dean has better things to do than chase skirts, maybe you should take a page from his book." Sam squeezed her thighs and she leaned into his touch, eyes glued to his hands. Taking another shot, Dean shut his eyes for a minute to let the liquor settle.

Opening his mouth for a rebuttal, he was cut off by a high pitched voice.

"Excuse me?" The three of them turned to see the woman from the bar staring right in front of their table. Her hands were clasped behind her back and Dean could see her chest up close. Like two large oranges, covered in silver glitter. She was wearing a gorgeous pink dress with mesh sleeves that showed her shoulders.

"Hi there!" Out of the three of them, she was always the sweetest when it came to strangers. If Dean had social graces, she was the queen of social skills.

The woman's eyes stayed glued on Dean's and she was looking at him with want. Dean gave a small smile that he had to force onto his face. He wished the smile came to his face as naturally as it did when the woman across smiled at him. Her bright grin always gave Dean an easy smile, like a contagious grin.

"I was just wondering if your friend wanted to join me for a drink. I'm April."

"Dean. I'd love to get a drink with you, beautiful." April gave a flirty laugh and batted her eyelashes at him, and Dean slid out of the booth trying to still the thudding of his chest. Glancing back, Dean shot a thumbs up to Sam and his girl. April's soft hand wrapped around Dean's large ones, leading him back to her stool.

"What'll you have?" She asked seductively, and Dean wanted to frown so badly. He fought to keep his eyes on April, not on Sam and the goddess of a woman sitting on top of him.

"A beer if you don't mind." Wiping his sweaty palms down his pants, he hoped she wouldn't notice how much his hands were sweating. Or how much he was sweating.

It felt wickedly warm in the crowded club, and when Dean glanced back at his brother. The large man was gone, and so was his girlfriend. Had he been ditched? Left all alone with April?

"A beer and a martini please." April waved over the bartender. She looked back at him and cleared her throat lightly, pulling back his attention.

It was good he was left with April, his only distraction now gone.

"So April, where are you from?" Time to turn on some of his famous charm.

"Atlanta, you?"

"They make angels in Atlanta now?" After a moment, April averted her gaze. She looked a bit flustered, and their drinks were placed down in front of them.

"Cheesy." She laughed and Dean gave a laugh of his own. This was working. He didn't feel a large desire for April, but he was out of his own head for the first time that night.

"I know. I'm from Kansas, but if women like you are just roaming around down here I might need to move." Taking a sip of the beer, he felt the liquor starting to kick in.

"What brings you to Georgia?"

"My brother, his girlfriend and I are here for a trip."

"That girl sitting on him? She was cute, they look good together." April commented thoughtfully. Oh God, why did he mention her? The memories of her were like a punch to the gut, rushing right back to him.

"Yeah. Make each other real happy." It was the best he could muster. He meant it too. Sam and his lady make each other happy. It makes Dean happy. Tonight, Dean would be happy with April.

"Do you have anyone who makes you happy like that?" April asked, placing a hand on his knee. Her hand felt warm on his knee and he smirked. Placing his hand over hers, he scooted himself closer to her.

"You can make me happy like that." The two leant in then met each other for a deep kiss in the middle. Dean held her face in her hands, feeling her soft lips on his. She pushed him back a bit, sliding off the chair and standing over him.

They separated for air before she pressed another aggressive kiss to his lips, leaving her sticky gloss on his lips. Pulling away again, Dean followed her lips.

"We should dance." Dean nodded, following her pulling him to the dance floor. The music thrummed in his ears, the bass reverberated through him. For once, all he could focus on was April. She really was pretty.

Long blonde hair and a neon dark pink dress made her look like Barbie. Her white eyeliner drew elaborate patterns. The glitter on her body shimmered beautifully, and her dark eyes were calling him to her bed and into her arms. She smelt like coconuts and mocha. Under the flashing lights, her makeup glowed in the dark.

They began to dance, slowly at first and she pressed her hips to his. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her chest against his. His hands found her hips, and they began to grind to the beat of the music. He was feeling like Dean again, feeling like nothing stood in his way outside of his personal issues.

She whispered his name as his grasp tightened around her hips.

Then it happened. It was like a path cleared, and Dean saw her. Her tight dress wrapped around her, hips moving on Sam. She was throwing it back on his little brother in a sensual fashion, and Sam's hands were tight on her hips. Sam's brows were furrowed in intense focus, watching her hips move on his crotch. With each jump of her hips, Dean felt his heart sink.

April basically disappeared, even though he could still feel her lips pressing glossy kisses to his neck. He wanted to push her off of him.

If April was an angel, she was a goddess. It was like she was basically calling him over. Her dark bohemian braids were falling over her shoulders like a waterfall. Sam's tongue poked out of his lips in deep focus.

April turned them around, thankfully saving Dean from falling back into his heart ache. He could feel his heart crawling back to his throat, and he was on the verge of dying of a broken heart. April pressed her lips back to his, but Dean couldn't have as much passion before. All thoughts of April were replaced by thoughts of her.

As they danced under the flashing lights, Dean's eyes found their way back to Sam and his girlfriend. Now they were making out again, Sam taking in handfuls of her.

Dean couldn't help but watch with pitiful eyes as the realization set in the longer he looked their way.

They pulled apart, and Sam whispered something in her ear. She nodded, and Sam pressed a hard kiss to the top of her head. The two started for the club exit, and it was like she was taking Dean's heart with him.

April was still dancing with him and he couldn't hide his sigh. He couldn't do it. He pulled her off him, and avoided making eye contact. The tips of his ears turned red from embarrassment, his neck felt hot. April looked at him with confusion, waiting for some sort of explanation.

"Hey I'm sorry. I think I had too much to drink, I can't do this. I'm not feeling the best." He stammered awkwardly. April's face slowly fell in disappointment. Then she looked sympathetic, understanding that he felt like he was close to throwing up. Not for the reason she thought. He felt sick of sadness and self disappointment.

"Oh...I'm sorry. Are you okay, do you need help or something?" Rubbing his shoulder, Dean shrugged it off and shook his head.

"No I'm fine, I think I'm just gonna head out. It was nice meeting you." April nodded, watching Dean wave her goodbye and head for the door as well. His mind and heart raced, the feeling of jealousy replaced with fear.

He made it to Baby, the cool air of the night breezing his face. His head spun, the ground feeling unsteady under his feet. His legs felt like jelly and he unlocked the car door. Crawling into the driver's seat, Dean took a deep breath, attempting to steady his heart beat but he couldn't do it no matter what.

He was in deeper than he thought. He knew he had it bad, he knew he wanted her so badly that it was almost insane but he didn't realize it was this bad. He could hear his blood pounding in his ears, like he was still in the club.

His hands shook with guilt. It was his little brother. How could he want to take away something so precious from his little brother? How could he want to do that? How could he not talk himself out of it?

April didn't work. Drinking didn't work. Dancing with someone else didn't work. Nothing was working. No matter what he tried, it just wasn't working. His stomach turned, and he felt his throat dry up.

His eyes stung with tears of frustration. Why didn't it work? He knew why. There was no replacing her. There was no replacing someone so beautiful, inviting, intriguing. Someone with such a broad personality couldn't be replaced. She haunted Dean, like an awful memory or a terrible hangover. She wasn’t just beautiful, her entire personality was. Her very soul was. Every part of her was. It was like she cleaned his spirit just by being near him.

His brother was happy. For the first time since Jess, Sam found a girl who he could be himself with. A girl who loved Sam for Sam and here was Dean wanting her for himself. Sam deserves her. Sam deserves someone who shows him he's worth love. Who shows him just how much she cares for nothing in return. A person who understands him in ways Dean couldn't.

Dean was terrible, terrible for his shameful desires. The tears felt hotter than hell, scolding down his cheeks. A silent sob shook through his body. He ran away from a gorgeous woman because he wanted what his brother had. No. It wasn't about wanting what Sam had. He never cared about Sam having a girl or not, the way Sam never cared who Dean shacked up with. It was about her. Dean wanted her and no one else.

He had it bad, he had the type of feelings that don't just go away because of a night with someone else. He realized then that when she left that night with Sam she truly did take his entire heart with him. And there was no getting it back.

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Chance Meeting pt 5

Part 1, 2, 3, 4

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

This is my first ever fan fiction. I adore Jensen Ackles and have no hate towards his family. In this he’s single. I’m not sure exactly how to do this so any suggestions or feedback is appreciated. Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter Warnings: implied teen pregnancy, Jensen being a sweetheart, plus sized reader body issues, Things continue to heat up

A/N: I’m working hard on making sure the chapters get done quickly. I don’t want to leave you hanging for too long. If you have any suggestions please let me know. Reader is older-not trying to alienate anyone, but I wanted the reader close to Jensen’s age and with children. This will make more sense in later chapters.

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As you opened your room door you looked at your phone. 6 missed calls from y/f/n and 10 texts. “Oh great, I forgot to call her back last night.” You immediately called her back and as soon as she answered the phone you quickly said “Oh my god, y/f/n I am so sorry I forgot to call you. I was incredibly busy and it slipped my mind.” “Well y/n it better have been a good reason. I’ve been worried sick.” She said. “Did you end up going to karaoke?” “Yes I did, and I sang a song with Jensen. His voice is even more beautiful in person.” “So, y/n tell me everything.” She said with excitement in her voice. You started at the beginning and you told her how it felt like a magnet was pulling you to him. You could hear her giggle as you continued telling her about everything. Well maybe not every single detail, but enough to make her squeal with delight. “So are y’all just fuck buddies or something else?” She said after you finished. “God, y/f/n crude much?!?” “I don’t know what we are right now. I just know when I’m with him I feel safe, loved and protected. I feel like I’ve known him for years. I can’t explain it. Trust me, once I know I’ll let you know.” You told her. After talking for a few minutes you told her you needed to get ready for the panels and photo ops. You both said your goodbyes with you promising to text or call her later.

You changed into your Radio Company t-shirt, grabbed your flannel and finished off your outfit with your comfy shoes. You fixed your hair into a messy bun and put on light makeup. One last look and you were headed out the door passes for the day in hand. The anticipation of the day gave you butterflies. You wondered how Jensen would act towards you and since Jared saw you how would he be towards you.

The first panel was with Jared, Jensen and Misha. You took your seat on the 2nd row on the far right. You were in the first seat and could see the stage clearly. The guys were introduced and took to the stage. Deafening applause and screams filled the room. They sat down on their chairs, of course Jared turned his around. You saw Jensen scanning the crowd looking for you. When he made eye contact with you he smiled. You smiled and bit your lip. He bit his bottom lip and licked his lips. Jared noticed and smiled, tipping his head to you. He leaned over to Misha and whispered something to him that caused him to look your direction and smile. He gave Jensen a playful slap on his arm with a big grin on his face. Jensen blushed a little. You thought he was absolutely adorable with slight pink cheeks.

The panel started with the guys talking and cracking jokes. The crowd was in the palm of their hands. These guys really love their fans and know how to really work the crowd. You hardly took your eyes off Jensen. He was breathtaking and so sweet answering questions about any and everything people asked him. You decided to jump in line to ask a question before Jensen turned back your way. He saw you weren’t in your seat and you saw his face fall a little. The next question came from the other side of the room so Jensen turned to listen and answer the question. Your turn was next. Your heart was racing and you had no idea what you were going to ask, so you decided to wing it.

You took the microphone and when Jensen saw you he started smiling. Jared and Misha both grinned. Jared said hello first followed by Misha and then Jensen. You said “hey guys! My name is y/n it’s really great to meet you three.” Jared said “hello y/n I’m Jared, that’s Misha and the goof down there is Jensen.” You giggle when Jensen whips his head around and said “oh I’m the goofy one?!?” Everyone started laughing. You looked at Jensen and said “um my question is for Jared” giving Jensen and smile a wink while Jared starts laughing and says go on. You ask him “Since he was Deans little brother, if he could pick the perfect girl for Dean what would her personality be and would it be similar to someone he would approve of for Jensen? Why or why not?” Jared said “Well y/n I’m glad you asked that question. Hmm the perfect girl for Dean would be very similar to the perfect girl for Jensen. They would have to be strong willed, loving, family oriented, could cook and put up with his moods .” “So let me ask you something, y/n. Are you a Sam girl or a Dean girl?” He asked you wiggling his eyebrows. Jensen spoke up and said “well obviously she’s a Dean girl because she wanted to know about his perfect girl.” He said smiling at you. “You looked between the both of them and smiled then said “Well, actually I’m a Cas girl.” Everyone erupted in laughter. Jared and Misha both jumped up to hug you. Jared grabbed you and pulled you into a hug and whispered “so glad to finally meet you officially.” Misha hugged you and said “I knew I was going to like you.” Jared jumped back on stage and said “best answer ever!” You thanked them and took your seat looking at Jensen and you’re both smirking at each other.

Before the end of the panel one of the staff members came over and tapped you on the shoulder. “Ma’am, Mr Ackles would like you to join them in the green room. If you could please follow me.” You grabbed your stuff and got up to follow her. She took you behind a curtain and into a room with seating, food and drinks. There was also a tv that showed the current panel. A few minutes later the panel was done and the guys were walking off the stage. The next thing you knew the door was opening with Jared, Jensen and Misha walking in. They all greeted you with hello’s and smiles. Jensen walked up to you and took you in his arms. He hugged you and backed away. You leaned in for a kiss and he said “oh I thought you were a Cas girl?” You playfully hit his chest and he softly kissed your lips. “Awwwww” Both Jared and Misha said at the same time. Jensen shot them a smirk and put his arm around you. You all sat around talking and getting to know each other. All the guys showed you recent pictures of their kids and they talked about how fast they were growing. You showed pictures of your kids and talked about how they have both grown up too fast. Your oldest is in their 20s and your youngest is almost 18. Everyone looked at you and said there was no way you had a kid in their 20s. You laughed and said “I started early.” Jensen sat staring at you and you were worried you just blew it with him. Yes he has kids, but they weren’t teenagers yet. You kinda held your breath until Jared and Misha got up to leave and told Jensen and you they would give y’all a few minutes alone before Jensen was due for his next thing.

When the door closed you looked at Jensen who was still staring at you. He whispered to you “I kinda like the idea of a MILF.” He growled in your ear and you were on each other like a couple of teenagers. You were panting and hands roaming over each other. Deep passionate kisses and Jensen leaving love bites down your neck. His lips were intoxicating and his touch was electric. You knew you couldn’t get too hot and heavy but damn did your body crave him. Between kissing and heavy petting you told him he needed to get ready for the next thing. You didn’t want him to be late. He kept kissing you and finally pulled himself away. “You know I just realized I don’t have your number.” Jensen said with a chuckle. You smiled and gave him your number then said “well I think we had more pressing things on our minds.” He texted you and you saved his number under “J” just in case someone saw your phone. You didn’t have a clue what this was between you two and you really didn’t know how to explain it yet. Keeping this between you two right now was the best decision for both of you. With one last kiss you both sighed and left the green room. He went to his photo ops and you went to get in line. You were looking forward to getting the pictures done and hopefully seeing Jensen later tonight.

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When It All Falls Apart- Chapter 3

Pairing- Jensen x Padalecki Reader

Word count- 4,222

Warnings-Pregnancy talk (Will last a good chunk of the story) But it's not the reader. Some language. Jensen isn't the best boyfriend. If I missed something let me know!

A/N-A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!

Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural.  Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns.  Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right?  While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere.  Distance is only the start of your troubles.

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Your alarm starts blaring at 6:30 and you roll over and hit the snooze, you must have dozed back off because next thing you know it’s going off again ten minutes later.  Dragging yourself out of bed, you make your way to the bathroom.  Hopefully a shower will wake you up.  Once you are dressed, and have your hair and makeup done you head downstairs to the kitchen. 

Pouring a glass of orange juice, you grab a protein bar to stick in your bag for later.  You jump when you hear a voice behind you.

“You ready to head out?” your brother asks with a yawn.

“Geesh Jare, you scared the crap out of me.  What are you doing up? It’s barely  7.”

“Giving you a ride to the airport.  Doesn't make much sense having two cars there.”

“You don’t have…”

“I know I don’t have to.  I want to.”

You know he wants to talk about last weekend, Gen has done a good job of keeping him off that topic so far, but she is currently still in bed. It was going to be a long thirty minute drive.  “Okay, thanks.”

He grabs your suitcase after you finish your juice, you pick up your other bags and follow him out to his truck. After setting your stuff in the back, you hop in front with him.

“So how are things going?”

“Fine.  It will be nice to have a little free time for a few weeks now that the show wrapped.”

“That wasn’t really what I meant.”

“I know, but it’s what you’re getting.”

“Y/N, I just want to help.”

“I know you do.  But he is also your best friend.  I promised you my relationship with him wouldn’t change that before we started dating.  This weekend together, even if it’s for a convention, might be just what we need.   Let us deal with it, okay?”

He stares at you from the corner of his eye before agreeing. 

It’s quarter to eight when Jared is pulling up to the departure drop off area, and letting you out.

“Thanks Jare, enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“No problem, have a safe flight.”

Once he’s gone you enter the building and find your way to check in.  Your suitcase just barely passes as a carry-on, but it will work.  Security is next, it takes a half an hour before you are clear of that.  You now have about twenty minutes to quickly get to your gate before your plane starts to board.  The airport is busier than you were expecting for this time of day, should have known better.

Grabbing a roll from a little cafe you pass, you arrive at the right gate just as they are opening it up to begin boarding.  When your section is called you head over to line, wait your turn and then make your way to your seat in first class.  It’s fairly empty and you have the row to yourself. After the plane takes off and you are allowed to turn on your laptop, you start a movie which helps the almost three hour flight go by quicker. 

Getting off the plane in Chicago, you follow the crowd toward the baggage claim area.  Looking around you see a familiar face from the convention team.  The driver, Mike, greets you with a smile and grabs your suitcase from you.  He’s picked you up from other conventions before and once out of the building you chat quietly.  The ride to the hotel is a quick one. You aren’t staying at the fan designated hotel, attached to the convention center, but the Hilton at the other end of the convention center.  

Mike takes you over to a side entrance at the convention hall, he checked before he came to get you, but your room isn't ready yet.  Taking your bags to the green room, you find a few of your friends back there.  Felicia runs over to give you a hug, and Bri and Kim follow.  You thank Mike for his help before turning all your attention to your girls.   It isn’t long before Felicia has to leave for photos and Bri, her meet and greet (M&G). Kim and you are both free for a little bit longer.  David and Adam come back from their VIP M&G. You listen to some of the on stage action, they are currently doing a Yes/No trivia game.   Jason makes an appearance before he goes on stage, and you head down for pictures with Kim.

When you arrive back at the green room, someone comes up to your handler, Chelsea.  She comes back over to you when the other person leaves.

“Your room is all set if you want to take your things over now before you have the VIP meet and greet, then your panel.”  She holds out two room keys for you.

“I’ll just take one, I’ll leave the other for Clif to give to Jensen tomorrow,” you tell her.  The two of you have been sharing a room on these weekends for awhile now. You’re usually busy when he flies in, this way he can go to the room without having to track you down.

“He called last week to make sure he had his own room,” Victoria, his handler, snottily tells you.

You don’t reply, just take both cards from Chelsea.  Victoria isn’t one of your favorite people of the weekend.  You didn't have a problem with her before you and Jensen started dating.  You are pretty sure she has a thing for him, and doesn’t like you because you’re with him.  Walking over to the skywalk, which will take you to your hotel, you don’t pay as much attention to her, as the fact Jensen asked for his own room.  The man isn’t even here yet, and things are starting off poorly for you.

With your things in the room and you freshened up, you make your way back to the convention center.  Chelsea, is waiting for you near the entrance.  She wants to give you space, but be there if you need her.  Back in the green room, you turn on your computer to take a look at upcoming flights.  Pulling up your calendar on your phone you check the dates you would be available to go up to Toronto to stay with your boyfriend.  You want to have it figured out before you bring it up to him.

Your VIP M&G, goes smoothly and you are due up on stage after.  The forty five minute panel goes by quickly.  There are a few questions about what you are doing now that SPN has finished, some about Jensen, others about your brother, and a few about things you enjoy.  When that ends you are back to the picture room.

That evening you go out with the gang for dinner.  After dinner it's a quick stop in the hotel room to change for Karaoke.  The alcohol is flowing before people head out for their turn on stage.  When it’s time for you all to go out on stage, Bri has already plied you, Kim and Felicia with three margaritas, three strong ones.  You are definitely able to let loose on stage tonight.  Adam is in a little better shape than the four of you and is running all over the place.  Gil is somewhere in the middle. 

When the show is over, the cast party backstage is a little slower to end.  With the persuasion of your handlers, you all make your way over to the hotel.  Hopefully, you won’t regret this too much in the morning. 

The ringing of your phone rudely wakes you up Saturday morning, “‘ello,” you groggily answer.

“Are you still in bed?” your brother asks in lue of a greeting.

“Yeah,” you groan, “why are you calling this early?”

“Don’t you have a panel at 10?”

“Yeah,” you don’t even try to hide the yawn from him.

“It’s quarter after 9.”

“Son of a…” Well that statement from him woke you up.  “I gotta get ready.”

“Guess that means you had a good night.  I’m at the airport, flights in an hour.  See you later.  Good luck, sis.”

“Thanks for the wake up call, bye Jare, have a safe flight.”

Hanging up from him, you dig through your bag for some tylenol before hopping in the shower.  Quickly going through your bathroom routine, you are out in the bedroom grabbing your clothes for the day.  At 9:40, Chelsea is knocking at your door.  Thankfully, she has your favorite Starbucks drink with her.

You wear your sunglasses through the brightly lit hotel and skywalk over to the convention center.  Backstage you grab a breakfast roll and collapse next to Bri on the couch.

“Are you in as gooda shape as I am?” the blonde asks quietly.

“Probably, if it wasn’t for Jared calling I might have slept through the panel.”

She snorts at that.

It isn’t long before the two of you along with Kim, Felicia and Ruth are being announced on stage.  Four of you might not be in the best of shape after last night, but you all have fun.  You all start to leave the stage an hour later as Matt, Rich and Rob come on.  

“Wait a minute,” Rich calls out.

“You aren’t getting away that easy little Padalecki,” Rob tells you.

Looking over at the curtain you see Adam and David coming out with a cake.  Your friends and the audience all start singing ‘Happy Birthday.’  You blow out the lone candle on top and thank them all.

“Happy early birthday, Y/N.  Now you can go,” Rich tells you.

“Thank you everyone!” You call out waving to the crowd and the guys on stage.

There is about forty minutes until the Ladies of SPN photo, so you are once again in the green room.  Someone from Creation comes over and cuts up the cake for everyone.  Felicia leaves for autos, but will see you in the photo room.  

“Any big birthday plans next weekend?” Kim wants to know.

“Not yet.  I might fly up to see Jay.”

Chelsea comes to walk you down to the photo room.  When the group photo is over, you hang out downstairs, because you're scheduled for a solo round in thirty minutes. Done with photos you follow Chelsea back to the green room to grab lunch.  Your brother is up there when you arrive.  He noisily makes his way over and gives you a tight hug.  You know he is being a little over the top because of your earlier hangover.

“Hello.”

“How’s my favorite sister doing?”

“You mean only sister?”

He just shrugs.

“Fine.  What’s on your schedule?”

“M&G at 3, VIP M&G at 3:45, then photos start at 4, I think we have a duo at 4:30, according to the list.”

“You’re probably right, I think my M&G is at 5.”

“Ackles here yet?” he asks, looking around.

“I haven’t seen him,” you answer.

“He’ll be here about 2:30, his photo ops start at 3.” Victoria calls out.  You just roll your eyes.

“I’m done for a bit, I’m going back to my room.  See you later, Jare,” you tell your brother before exiting.

Back in your room, you enjoy the quiet and take a chance to regroup before you have to go back down to the convention.  An hour long nap helps clear your head, you spend some time on the computer, before fixing yourself up for the next round of photo ops.  You always have fun when you’re paired with your brother.  Afterward, you quickly follow Chelsea to the M&G room you are in.  You see Jensen ahead of you, Victoria is leading him into the room next door.  When you walk out thirty minutes later Jensen steps out of his room right in front of you.

“Hey Sweetheart,” he engulfs you in a hug before giving you a quick kiss as you both fall into step down the hallway.

“Hi Jens,” you answer him.

He puts his arm around you pulling you to him.  “What do you have next?”

“I’m done until the concert. You?”

“We’re heading up to the green room, I have autos at 6.  Then I promised Karl we’ll find a good steak house.”  When he points behind him as he says the name you turn around.

“Hello,” you greet the man behind you in surprise.

Jensen stops, “Y/N this is Karl Urban, Karl this is Y/N Padalecki.”

“Nice to meet you.” You hold out your hand to shake his, still trying to hide your shock.

“Lovely to meet you pretty lady,” he returns.

“You’re nicer than your character.”

He just laughs at that.

“He wanted to come experience a Supernatural convention.  I thought I’d introduce him to the gang,” you boyfriend tells you as you all start walking again. 

“That’s nice.”

When you reach the green room, Jensen pulls you in with him.  Some of the other cast is already there. Bri hurries over and gives him a big hug, Felicia is next.  He introduces them to Karl, and David soon joins them in conversation. You are standing by yourself for a few minutes before you feel an arm go around your shoulder.  Looking up you see your brother watching you.

“Everything alright?” he carefully questions.

“Yeah, I’m going back to my room.  I’ll see you later.”

Quicky exiting the room you head for the skywalk to the hotel.  Great, he brought a friend.  So much for trying to see if you could have a chance to talk things out this weekend.  You didn’t really want an audience. Back in your room you are lost in thought laying on your bed when your cell rings.

“Hello,” you answer without looking at the ID.

“Hey, watcha doing?” Bri asks on the other end.

“Laying on my bed.”

“Kim, Ruth, Rich, Rob, Matt and I are going to grab dinner.  Do you want to join us?”

You check your watch, somehow  it’s after 7, “I’ll wait, I think I’m going to join Jared and Jens.”

“They left a few minutes ago,” she tells you.

“Oh, I’m good then.  You all have fun, I’ll see you at the concert.”

Hanging up with your friend, you notice a text from your brother. ‘We’re going out to dinner, do you want to come join?’   Apparently you never heard it come in, and they didn’t wait. At least your brother asked, unlike Jensen.

You aren’t really feeling up to eating now.  You leave your room and walk around the hotel, finding your way to the pool where you sit beside it with your feet in the water.  There’s no one else around right now.  Maybe you should have just stayed in the green room, you wouldn’t have been left behind that way.  Or maybe your company wasn’t really wanted tonight.  Jensen didn’t try, and Jared didn’t try very hard. 

You lose track of how long you sit there, until your phone dings.  It’s a text from Kim telling you they are on their way back to get ready for the concert.  With a sigh you pull yourself up and go back to the room to get yourself ready.

Over in the green room you find the members of Louden Swain, going over last minute notes, Rob looks up and sees you.

“Glad to see you Y/N, I was afraid you weren’t going to come back either.”

“Who isn’t coming?”

“Your brother and boyfriend.”

“Oh.  I didn’t know that.  Sorry.”

“It’s fine, personally, we’d rather have you.”

“Thanks, but we all know that’s not true of the fans.”

The concert is always a good time, you enjoy listening to Rob’s band and you have fun with your former castmates on stage.  It’s after 11 when everything winds down and you make your way back to the room.  You consider texting Jared or Jensen, goodnight, but no one has reached back out to you, so why bother?

The next morning, you manage to sleep in until a little after 9. You pack up your luggage after getting yourself ready and take everything with you when you leave.  You turn in your room key before making your way over to the green room, you run into Chelsea on your way.  She hands you a coffee and walks with you.  

Jensen and Jared are in the room just about to go on stage, they notice you walk in just as their names are called.  With a wave they run out.  Karl, is sitting on one of the couches and you wave as you set your stuff down in the corner.

“Morning. I’m going to go watch with Clif from the side, if you’d like to join,” you invite him along.

“Ah, why not.” Getting up he follows you back out.  

The two overgrown children have fun on stage, you and Karl laugh right along with the crowd. Those two are right back into their usual banter.  

Karl looks back at you and asks, “are they always like this?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

He just shakes his head.  The gold panel is over before you know it.  Leading Karl back out, you head to the green room.  Victoria is trying to usher Jensen right back out of the room.  Looking around he sees the two of you walk in.

“Hey, I’ve got a good hour and a half of photo ops, then a short break before more.  Do you want to come down or stay here,” he asks Karl.

“I’m good here, mate.”

“I don’t have to go down yet, I’d like to hear some more stories from the set with Ackles out of the way,” Jared says.

Jensen leaves shaking his head.  You sit down near the guys.  It’s mostly the two of them talking before Jared has to go join Jensen.  It leaves just you and Karl in the room.

“So you and Jay have gotten to know each other pretty well huh?” you ask.

“Yeah, he’s a good guy.  We try and golf any chance we get, Chase joins when he can.”

“What’s your filming schedule like?”

“A little crazy.  You might film 3, 4 days in a row, then off for 4.  There are some fight choreography days thrown in there too.  Just depends on whose needed for what scenes.”

“Are there busy weeks coming up?”

“Don’t think it’s anything too bad.” He watches you for a moment, “you look like you’re thinkin hard over there.”

“Things have been crazy the last few months.  Jay and I have been apart for most of it, I just thought before I started filming Walker, I would come up for a week or so.”

“You are the girlfriend then.  I thought so, with the way Jensen greeted you yesterday.  Wasn’t a hundred percent everyone seems really close here.”

“Guess he doesn’t talk about me much.”

“He doesn’t share much of his personal life.  There is the career talk, and everyday crap.  He keeps the personal stuff close.  He does mention his girl from time to time.  I’ve learned more about him here the last day than the last month on set.”

You aren’t sure that does much to reassure you. 

Jensen is walking back in before you can reply, with Jared right behind him.  

“Back so soon boys?” Karl asks.

“Short break before we need to go back down,” Jensen answers as he walks over to grab some food that has just been set out.

 Both men join you with plates of food, and Karl gets up to get himself something.  Jensen sits down next to you and looks up at you after taking a bite.

“Haven’t seen you much this weekend.”

“You’ve been busy, plus that happens when someone requests their own room.”

“Yeah that surprised me, why did you do that?.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask him confused.

“I was surprised when I arrived to find we weren’t sharing a room,” he tells you.

“So was I, when I tried to leave the second card for Clif, and was told by Victoria you called and requested your own room this trip.”

“I called and added a room for Karl, I didn’t expect to be sharing it with him.”

“You could have said something yesterday, or asked Clif to grab the other key from me or Chelsea.”

“I figured you wanted space, you weren’t exactly social yesterday,”

“I was thinking the same thing about you.”

“I was around yesterday.”

“You could have called and asked me to join you guys for dinner, or given me a few minutes to answer, but you all just left.  Really made me feel that you wanted me there.  Plus I was under the impression you wanted space with your own room.”

Neither of you notice Jared and Karl quietly moving to seats further away.

“But I didn’t want my own room!  Why didn’t you stay down here and wait?”

“Jensen, Jared, we need you both back for photo ops,” Jared’s handler calls out.

“I don’t want to fight with you, let’s just enjoy the rest of the time we have today,” you say before he gets up.

Jared walks over to you before leaving.  “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just some misunderstanding.”

“I think that’s all that is really going on.  You two are perfect for each other.  He’s nuts about you.”

“Hopefully.  Smile pretty Jare.”

You are once again left with Karl, things are quieter this time around.  Chelsea comes to get you for your second round of photos with Jared, then a few with Jensen, the boys afternoon panel takes place right after.  They have auction items to sign, and some things to take care of for the convention before they go back out for their last autograph session.   

It’s almost six when Jensen finally finishes for the day.  You and Karl walked around the vendors area, and the ballroom where they are signing before going back to the green room.  Jensen and his bodyguard Matt, come back in the side door.

“I’ll be ready to go in just a minute, Karl,” Jensen announces walking in.

“Are you guys leaving already?” you ask.

“Yeah, we’ve got a 7:20 flight back.  You know how busy O’Hare can get. We don't want to wait too late,” your boyfriend tells you.

“Oh.”  You follow him over to where he is checking everything in his bag.  “With the Netflix show wrapped, I was thinking maybe I could come up and spend some time with you before filming on Walker starts.”

“I’m not sure how much free time I’ll have.”

“A little time is better than what we’ve had lately.”

“I’ll be back in Texas for a bit in a little over a month.” 

“For a bit?  What does that mean?  How about I come up to Toronto next weekend?”

“I won’t be there, I’ll be back in Texas.”

“Really?” you ask, trying to contain your excitement.  “Big plans?”

“Kind of.  We really need to go, I’ll talk to you later babe.”  He kisses you quickly before following Karl out of the room.

Knowing he was going to be home next weekend definitely puts you in a better mood.  You wonder what he is planning that he didn’t want to tell you about.

It isn’t long before Jared and Clif appear back in the green room.

“All done?” you question, looking up from your computer.

“Yep, all set.  Our flight isn’t until 10.  Clif and I were talking about going downtown and grabbing dinner to kill a few hours.  What do you say?”

“Drop me off at the Disney store and I will work my way down the Magnificent Mile while you eat,” you counter.

“I don’t know about letting you go off by yourself.”

“I’ll be thirty one next weekend, dad.  I promise I’ll check both ways before I cross the street.  I’ll be fine.  Isn’t the steakhouse you like, just down the road from it?”

While the two of you are talking, Clif is on his phone and he turns it to you.

“Sorry kiddo, looks like it closed last fall,” he tells you.

“NO!!” you shout louder than you meant to as Ruth and Rob walk in.

“Everything okay dearie?” Ruth asks in concern.

“She just found out the Disney store here is closed.”

“Ah, bummer,” Rob says before heading to his bag.  

“So dinner then?  I’ll walk around a few shops with you after,” your brother compromises.  “Do you two want to join us?”

“Thanks for the offer, but our flight is at 8, we’re going to head over to the airport.”

After saying your goodbyes, your trio heads down to the car with the rest of the luggage that didn’t get loaded earlier.  True to his word, Jared follows you into a few stores after dinner before you need to get to the airport.

It was a late enough flight that you managed to fall asleep shortly after takeoff.  After you land in Austin, Clif drops you both off at Jared’s before heading home.  Feeling better about your relationship with Jensen coming home for the upcoming weekend you easily fall back to sleep.

Thank you for reading!

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In your corner - Chris Evans and Co

A/N: one of my coworkers was rude to me today and it got me wondering how each CE babe would respond to you complaining about it to them

Warnings: Language! Insinuation of Murder!

Jake Jensen

Jake would instantly console you and let you just rant about it

But when he could tell that ranting wasn’t working he changed tactics

He’d make his way into his games den and load up the copy of Sims 4 that he brought for you

He’d start making a sim of your coworker who upset you using a reference photo that the losers helped him get hold off

He’d then call you in and let you use all the different kinds of deaths in sims to work through your anger

“How you feeling now?” He’d ask slinging his arm around your shoulder

“Much less murderous, thank you babe” you grin leaning in to kiss him

Andy Barber

Andy had heard you complain about this coworker many many times and he decided enough was enough

He had a hunch that your coworker was as great as they made themselves out to be so using his DA skills he got digging

It didn’t take long for him to find out that your coworker had jumped from job to job, state to state, far more often than the normal person did.

A little more digging found that you’re coworker had left their jobs just before the business got into some difficulties

Connecting all the dots Andy discovered that they had been embezzling funds from every company they worked for

so it wasn’t long until the police showed up at your office and arrested your coworker, Andy sending you a sly wink as they did so

Colin Shea

Whenever your coworker was mean or rude to you it instantly made your confidence plummet.

Colin had spent many evening just holding you and trying to remind you how smart, beautiful and just goddamn amazing you were

But he could tell it never really sunk in so he got to work

At his next gig he made sure you had the best seat in the house and were always in his eyeline

So when they started playing their new song he could sing it directly to you

Tears collected in your eyes as he sang about how he fell in love with the a girl who doesn’t know how amazing she is and how he’d spend the rest of his days proving her wrong and showing the world how special she was

As the song ended he mouthed ‘I love you’ to you, and as soon as the set ended you ran up on stage and gave him the biggest kiss ever

Ari Levinson

Ari played the long game.

He knew that you coworker also shopped at the same grocery store so it was only a matter of time until they crossed paths

When they did Ari first played it nice, introducing himself with a handshake but the mind games were already afoot.

He used his large frame and 6ft 3 hight to tower over your coworker and gripped his hand extra tight

He kept the conversation flowing until he saw your coworker lower their guard and thats when he went in for the kill.

The smile he had on his face dropped and turned serious.

“I’ve heard you’ve been making this hard for Y/N” he started, when your coworker tried to defend himself Ari didn’t let a single word leave his lips.

He put him exactly in his place reminding him that you outranked him in every instance and if he was rude to you ever again the Ari was going to have words

“And it’ll be my fists doing the talking”

You coworker just meekly apologised and promise to be better and apologise to you.

Lloyd Hansen

It was plain and simple when it came to Lloyd.

You complained to him about your coworker

The next day your coworker completely disappeared, never to be seen again

🩵🩵🩵

That’s all I can think of for now but I’ll add more if I think of any and recommendations are welcome!

[thezombieprostitute]

Changing Minds - Part 4

Summary: Your long time work acquaintance Nick Fowler offers to take you to a fancy fundraiser as a way of cheering you up. He insists it's only as friends but when he sees you falling into the grasp of someone he knows is no good, he might change his mind on that.

Word Count: ~2.4k (definitely a big'un for my standards!)

Warnings: Implied violence and attempted murder. Please let me know if I missed any.

A/N: Reader is an older female (late 30's +). This is part of the Garbage Men AU.

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Nick’s been making sure to keep texting you. Nothing too romantic, too revealing, but still keeping in touch, keeping up the appearance of interest. He’s gotten his hands on a tennis bracelet with your favorite color gemstones. Jake was able to find a small enough tracker that could be hidden behind one of the stones. He figured it should be easy enough to offer it to you while you were at work.

But as he pulls into the parking lot he’s thrown into a mild panic at the sight of so many police vehicles and ambulances. He gets out of the car and walks as close as he can before he’s stopped by an officer.

“What’s going on,” he asks, worry etched into his face.

“There’s a bomb,” the officer responds. “We’ve got almost everyone safely out. Bomb squad is in there now.”

“What about Y/N? She’s a friend of mine who works here.”

The officer shrugs, “everyone who’s gotten out of the building is over in that section.” He points to a small group near the ambulances. Nick immediately walks over but he doesn’t see you. He recognizes one of the people who works for you, Nikki? Nicole? He can’t remember but he gets their attention.

“Where is Y/N? Why isn’t she with you?”

“The bomb was at her desk,” the young lady whispers. “It…it was activated when she sat down on her chair or something.”

For a moment, Nick can’t think. Any second now you could be dead, likely all because of him. He sees the police lights flashing and pulls out his phone, dialing Sheriff Bodecker. 

He answers after three rings, “this had better be damn important, Fowler.”

“The City Clerk office–”

“Yeah, we got our best people helpin’ out that little lady. What about it?”

“I need access.”

“No can do, Fowler. That’s a city-owned building with city employees at risk. Can’t be havin’ a civilian helpin’ on the investigation. This stays in house.”

“Bullshit,” Nick growls into the phone. “She’s my friend! She’s in danger and I need to know who the hell placed that damn thing!”

“You’ll get access to the reports the same time as every other citizen,” Lee states. “You know where my loyalties lie, Nick, but when it comes to city stuff, I got alotta protocol to follow if I want to keep my job.”

Nick angrily hangs up the phone. He knows Bodecker is right but he’s still pissed off about it. He calls up Jake to ask him to hack the security cameras but Jensen says it’s a no-go. The security cameras are all self-contained. He’d have to be in the building itself to mess with them. Nick hangs up, frustrated.

He’s trying to think of other options when his eyes spot Clark Kent near the building, talking to the police. Confused and enraged Nick stalks over to him, trying to pick up as much of the conversation as he can. He hears snippets of “oh that poor lady,” and “any resources I can offer” before Kent spots him.

“Mr. Fowler,” he greets. “I’m not surprised to see you here. Your poor friend must be a mess!”

“What are you doing here,” Nick seethed.

“I was hoping to pay the lovely Lady a visit,” he calmly answers. “I had such a lovely time talking with her and I was hoping to talk to her some more. But then this!” Kent gestures at the building, “who would do such a thing? Why would they do such a thing?”

Nick sees through the mask of concern Kent has set up. They both know the value of the records in that building and several reasons why someone would want them destroyed. But if either of them admits to it, it would only be used against them. As much as Nick wants to punch him, he knows it would only make everything worse. 

Fortunately the tension is cut with a small cheer from your coworkers. Both men look and see you being walked outside. Nick’s never seen you so scared and he tries to run to you but is stopped by the officer.

“Please,” Nick insists, “she’s my friend. Please let me go help her.”

“It’s okay, Officer,” Kent adds. “I can confirm their friendship. Please let him go to her?” The officer looks at both men and lets Nick pass, letting the officer escorting you know what’s going on. When you see Nick you reach out to him and take his hand. 

“W’ere taking her to the ambulance,” the officer tells him. “Gonna get her vitals checked. Likely in a state of shock.” Nick nods and walks with you, his hand never leaving yours. 

You find yourself leaning into him as you get to the ambulance. Your coworkers try to get closer but Nick gestures at them to stay back saying, correctly, you need air. The EMT gets to work checking everything she can. She confirms that you’re suffering from shock and either need a hospital stay overnight or to have a friend keep an eye on you at your home. You don’t argue when Nick says he’ll take care of you. You just nod.

Your coworkers give you space as Nick walks you to his car, all of them giving you well wishes. You nod and quietly thank each of them as you walk. You definitely didn’t expect to see Mr. Kent walking up to you, steel blue eyes full of concern.

“My dear Lady,” he starts, taking your free hand in both of his, “I do hope you will recover quickly.” You can’t bring yourself to say anything so you just nod and keep walking.

Nick helps you into your apartment and let yourself slump into your favorite chair. Every time Nick has tried to speak you put up a hand to stop him. You need this. The familiarity of home and comfort before you can bring yourself to have the conversation you know you need to have with him. 

Nick has respected your request for silence but, in his need to do something, he asks, “can I get you some tea or something? If I can find the stuff.” You take a deep breath to steady yourself. Nick notices your nostrils flaring in agitation and wishes he’d kept his mouth shut.

“What I need,” you huff, “is for you to tell me what the hell is going on?” You glare at Nick and he’s taken aback at the ferocity in your eyes. 

“I don’t know anything about the bomb, I swear to you.”

“Of course it isn’t you, Nick,” you scold, your voice getting louder with each word. “We’ve been acquaintances for years with no problem. Then I’m introduced to Mr. Kent, hear your background with him, and suddenly I’m given police reports meant to make you look dangerous and have a bomb placed at my desk! He even showed up to the scene of the damn crime! It doesn’t take a genius to figure this shit out!” 

Nick finds himself stumbling over his words. He’s never seen you like this before and he’s not sure what he can do or say to help.

“Don’t you dare tell me you don’t know anything,” you scold him. “You got me into this damn mess, you’re going to either get me out of it or keep me safe!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Nick whispers in awe of your anger. He’s very glad he didn’t get you that cup of tea as he’s pretty sure he’d be covered in burn marks from you throwing it in his face. 

“And you’re going to call whatever people you’re associated with and get me some more secure locks on my door and maybe even a fucking panic button I can press if I need help. Hell, maybe even a tracker in case I get kidnapped!” Nick ducks his head in shame at that one. “You actually have something already, don’t you,” you chide. “Well, let’s see it!”

Nick pulls out the jewelry box with the tennis bracelet and hands it to you. Your eyes widen in surprise at how pretty it is. “So this is why you wanted to know things like my favorite color?” He nods. “Alright, show me where the tracker is so that I can make sure it doesn’t get damaged or something.” He quietly shows you everything and you put on the necklace. He shows you the locator app on his phone and you feel a little relief. At least now there’s a chance someone would find your body.

While his phone is out he calls someone named “Barnes”. He tries to walk to another room to have a quiet conversation but you refuse to let him leave you alone. If he says anything that downplays his role in your current situation you will make sure this Barnes fellow hears your counter argument. 

The entire conversation he feels the burn of your glare on him. He had no idea you could possess such rage. He wonders if this is how people feel when he’s angry at them. He feels like he needs to confess every bad thing he’s ever done just to get you to stop looking at him like that. 

He hangs up the phone and tells you a couple of people will be there to beef up your security around the apartment and talk to you about other security options.

After a couple of hours Nick tells you the “guests” are here and there’s a knock at the door right after. He checks the peephole and opens the door. Inside walks a tall, broad man with a dark beard, blue eyes, wearing a beanie and carrying a toolbag. With him is a curvy woman who approaches you with a gentle smile and says, “you can call me Teach. This is Curtis, he’s going to make sure your apartment door and windows are all reinforced with stronger locks.” Curtis grunts acknowledgement as the door closes and he immediately gets to work.

Nick tries to approach and stand next to you as you start talking with Teach but you give him a glare and he ends up sitting at the far end of your couch. You’d laugh at how much he looks like a petulant child if you weren’t still angry at him. Teach definitely picks up on your animosity and asks “would you like someone else on your security detail?”

“I’m not sure,” you quietly admit. 

“If it helps at all he is one of the best three in terms of personal security.”

You nod, “but will having him around just make it worse for me?”

“Quite possibly,” Teach admits. “It feels like the closer you and Nick appear to be, the worse it’ll be for you. On the other hand, if he’s not around, it leaves you open and vulnerable. We just don’t know enough to know if Kent’s people will leave you alone if the two of you have a falling out or if he’ll try something anyways just to further hurt Nick. Considering the options, it’s likely safer for you to keep him around.”

Sighing, you concede to her logic, “I suppose we can keep up the friendship and fake dating thing until we know how Kent will react to a breakup.”

“Oh good,” Teach says. “Nick did tell you it was a platonic date.”

“No he didn’t,” you shake your head and her eyes widen. “He didn’t need to,” you scoff. “Nick isn’t as good at hiding his feelings as he likes to think.”

Teach seems to consider your words, “or you’re just that good at reading him. He’s a regular winner at the monthly poker games.” She shakes her head, “but that’s neither here nor there. He’ll be assigned to your security under the premise of dating. We’ll make sure to get you some additional coverage in the form of surveillance. We’ve got eyes on nearby security cameras for your apartment and your office. I’ll give you my contact information so that, if you think of other security measures you’d like, you can ask me.”

“Thank you, Teach, sincerely. How can I repay you?”

She gets a sly smile, “make sure Nick doesn’t get off easy? He fucked up big time and you’re paying the price.”

“He only took me to that event to try to cheer me up.”

“And yet,” she whispers, “from what I’ve heard, he didn’t even try to play it cool in separating you from Kent. If he’d been more casual, let you spend the evening with Kent, maybe there wouldn’t be such a big target on your back. Seriously, for as good as Nick can be about hiding his feelings, he seems to be unable to mask up around you.” 

You ponder on that while Curtis finishes up the reinforcement measures for your apartment. He and Teach head out and move to stand in front of Nick, who hasn’t moved from his spot on the couch.

Clearing your throat to get his attention your heart softens when you see the pain in his eyes. “We need to discuss the rules and get our story straight,” you tell him. He nods and you continue, “we can actually use the emotional trauma of the bomb and say that was the catalyst that moved us from friends to dating.” Again, a silent nod from him. “Every time you’re at my apartment you will sleep on the couch. Every time you see me you will bring me a flower or some other small gift. Every time we go out, we will keep PDA to a minimum.” For each requirement you bring up he silently nods.

“Do you have anything to say,” you chide.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” he starts. “I…I shouldn’t have…I’m just...so sorry.” Your feel deflated as the last of your anger dissipates at his sincere apology.

Sighing, you tell him, “I need to get some sleep. Feel free to familiarize yourself with the kitchen. You are allowed to roam my apartment but not my bedroom.” You start walking towards your bed and mutter under your breath, “that’s reserved for people actually interested in me.”

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countdown to 2024 ~ writers edition

Okay yes, 2024 is here, I am so late to this, but I hope I'm not too late to this! Anyway, 3 writers.. Once again, it kind of sucks to choose only 3, so I'm going to break seventeen laws once again. @choicesfandomappreciation

Arguably yes, I have to catch up with some of your guys's wonderful writing and I will! That's a resolution lol, I promise. 2024, year of reading - let's do it.

@jerzwriter : I'll never stop talking about Elsa's writing because it reads like how you'd expect a movie script to sound like. It's full of realistic scenarios, quippy witty dialogues (did I mention she's like, so freaking amazing with dialogues??) and the way she portrays a scene with just interactions between characters is nothing short of an actual masterclass in writing. Seriously, where can I buy some of it? Everything she puts out is so down-to-earth and it feels like a warm comforting hug - like doesn't matter if there's shit out there, let's talk about characters doing their little thingies, even if it is as simple as a coffee run. Link to masterlist.

@peonierose : Peonie's writing is so wholesome, like it's like condensed hot chocolate. I'd say the one thing I love about her writing (if I had to pick *one*), it would be how she deals with a cast of characters. They all have their own unique traits, how they deal with everyday problems, their relationship with other characters- especially Luna's cousins. You find a part of yourself in her writing. Also can I just say I'm a sucker for the 'found family' trope? Peonie depicts them so well! Bryce, Luna, Soraya, Skyler, Evie, Keiki being super supportive of each other is just everything to me. Link to masterlist.

@lilyoffandoms: Lily's drabbles are to literally die for. Their stuff actually inspired me a lot to get started in writing! It's tough to depict a specific scene so astutely and with the vibes, it's almost a superpower to do the same. Their descriptions are always so magically written - it is almost a literal tutorial in how to write - especially for me, who goes off on fifteen different tangents. I love Lily's writing also because of how just downright cool the characters are- Like - Maiele? Who wouldn't want to be his friend? Gabriel? Cool is literally engraved into their DNA. Merida? She's everything, Ethan's just Ken. I love them your honour. Link to masterlist.

@moominofthevalley: Okay, I admire a lot about her work but if I had to pick one for me, it would be her descriptions and just 'painting' this scene. Emily's inner monologue is honestly something we should've definitely had in canon and Moomin does this in this way that sheds some much needed light into how grief, loss, pain, love and so many others feel like. It's always an uphill climb to do so, it's an even tougher feat to fold it into parts of larger works and she does it ever so brilliantly, it gives me a literal whiplash lol (affectionate). One minute I'm like "Beat him up, Emily! Get his ass!" and the next second I'm bawling like a baby. I love their portrayal of Trystan too, it's such a delight everytime I read them both! And I'm def looking forward to what you have planned for 2024! Link to masterlist

@mydemonsdrivealimo: MJ's writing is so brilliant because it's just painfully real. The characters are brought to life with how well-rounded they are. Jensen's own strengths can come back to bite him in the back. They're ultimately people and MJ does this so effortlessly well that it is almost as if I'm reading a biography of them in action. Jensen's story is one of my absolute favs and how MJ tackles a lot of different themes such as Jensen's heritage, the whole what's-the-deal-with-hospitals-anyway, neurodivergence, old friendships coming back to life - it is just so so easy to relate to or be able to share some of that perspective. Link to masterlist.

Writers whose works I'm looking forward to reading this year:

@storyofmychoices: Especially Mal's Orphanage series! I've come across Dani's writing only in passing but I'd love to get to know their characters better. Especially Daenarya. The Blades hyperfixation hasn't left my body lmao. Plus Olivia and Bryce are such a delight whenever they appear on my dash, and I'd love to learn more about them! Link to masterlist

@starlight-starfury: Ever since the WIP Wednesday snippet, the Elhalas series has just put me in a chokehold. I have definitely come across some of their works before - the writing style has me sitting down with a pot of tea ready, but I'm yet to really be able to sink my teeth in - y'know? Tyril was one of my favourite characters back in Blades #1 and I'd love to revisit my old hyperfixation through Tyril and Raine again! Link to masterlist

@stars-are-within-me: Stars is such a positive force in this fandom, plus I am obsessed with their Trystan and Carina and especially their Trystan-centric fics because it's high time Trys gets their own story to tell. I'm also like super eager to check out their Blades fics too. I'm such a sucker for character-centric stories where their pasts are explored or they're confronted with a problem only they can solve. Link to masterlist.

@a-cloud-for-dreams: As a fellow South Indian, to see a South Asian!MC fills me with a ton of joy. (I definitely did not do a lot of stalking, no of course not). I'm so looking forward to reading more about Chandini and Bryce. Even Haeyln! And I'm def looking forward to checking out the College!AU series you're working on as well (being an ardent fan of young adult lit). Link to masterlist

@trappedinfanfiction: Fast Break has to be a fandom classic, right? Like c'mon. Celia is such an icon, I hate myself for missing out on so much of her story. In addition to that, I'm def looking forward to more Sofia and Trystan; more Ran and Imtura, Avery and Eli, and generally more Blades lol. Link to masterlist

Honestly I'm yet to catch up with so many other writers and their works - I probably sound like a broken record, but maan, life do be hard for real. But I hope this year isn't going to be as stupidly congested as 2023. If I have missed any writers, I am so sorry lol, I am writing this on three hours of sleep, the words might as well float around me but enough ramblings ha.

I hope you have a great 2024. I hope you get to write so much, create a lot of art, work on tons of different projects, don't ever suffer from writer's block and have enough time to do everything. I hope you have all the inspirations you'll ever need, harness all of that awesome energy and hope the days to come are kinder, are less taxing and are much more hopeful. Happy New Year, everyone!

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Jensen Ackles | DallasConvention (February 5, 2023)

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Jensen’s parents are in the audience.

jensen prefers playing a fake cop on spn rather than a real cop. “you get away with more stuff” (x)

“what’s your advice for someone starting a new career?” jensen: don’t go in wanting more than you deserve. do the hard work. do the tough work. (x)

Advice for someone starting a new career: don't think you deserve more. Do the tough work. Relates meeting @DeidreHall: Know your lines, hit your mark and stay out of my light. He said "yes ma'am". And that's what he did while he studied her the next 3 years.  (x)

jensen: the actress who played my mom on days of our lives told me “say your lines, hit your mark, and stay out of my way” and i could have said “EXCUSE ME?” but instead i said “yes maam” bc she knew what she was doing and i needed to learn (x)

hardest episode for jensen to film was the finale. one of jensen’s favorites to film was yellow fever. he loved taking dean out of the tough guy mode (x)

fan: jensen you said that there would be a press release soon for an upcoming project but its been a while so how close is soon to you? jensen: soon is a calendar year (x)

Fan asks Jensen's definition of "soon". Jensen says press release was discussed Friday. Not what you think. Exciting stuff you will know in the next few weeks. (x)

“jensen u said a press release would come out for a project. in ur world, when is soon” j: soon is a calendar year j: no we talked about this press release on fri actually and it’s not what you’d expect. it’s not a movie or anything like that. it’s something different (x)

There is a freedom on The Boys. You get to take it to the next level. Always fun to play the bad guy. In his mind he's the hero of his own story. Getting to do something out of the box was really fun. (x)

fan: its oscar season so what film do you think should be best picture of all time? jensen; well i think top gun maverick should have been nominated this year (x)

jensen: triangle of sadness is my pick. its like white lotus on acid (x)

fan: what career would you have if you werent actors jensen: i didnt have a backup plan. its all i knew. but if it all went away tomorrow i’d want to find myself in an industry that helps people. (x)

[kickingitwithkirk]

Restless Man -Pt 1

Summary: Beau Arlen finds himself in the middle of a case with more twists than a country road.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reina Cetanwakuwa-Stanley

Word Count: 1357

Warnings: cursing, show level violence, derogatory remarks (some in native languages)

Square Filled: @jacklesversebingo -Escaping Their Fate

A/N: The inklings for this started the first time I heard Jensen singing Restless Man. This work is partially from historical information and canon elements from the Big Sky series.

*Set after the series finally 3:13 That Old Feeling.

A/N II: All Native American words/sentences in this part are Lakota resourced from freelang.net and glosbe.com *some algorithmically generated on these sites.

*Translation:  lala -grandfather  Cetanwakuwa -attacking hawk or to hunt and chase

*divider by @firefly-graphics *no beta -all mistakes are mine

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“Hoyt slow down!” Arlen grabs the dashboard as the vehicle rounds a sharp curve too fast. “You good? Where’s your head at?”

“Nowhere. I’m all good.”

“All good my ass. You’re still a bad liar, Hoyt, can’t help noticing you white-knuckling that wheel over there. You know I’m here to listen if you want to talk about whatever it is between you and this Rihanna...”

“Her name is Reina and I told you there’s nothing to talk about.” He gives her a look. “Jesus, Beau, you're like a dog with a goddamn bone. Drop it!” The blonde snaps at the handsome man in her passenger seat making him laugh. “Not the first time I've been told that. Okay, I’ll let it go for now. But the offer stands.” Arlen changes the subject yammerin on about his latest video chat with his daughter, reminding Hoyt of their first meeting.

***

Hoyt walked into the Sheriff’s Department already put out before meeting Walter Tubbs' temporary replacement and Cassie’s warning that Arlen was very Texan proved true. Not to mention the man was a never-ending chatterbox. Eventually, as she constantly reminded everyone, the temporary acting sheriff allowed some of that veneer to peel back, exposing a little of the man underneath.

A man who loved too hard and had too many ghosts clinging to him, something Jenny Hoyt was way too familiar with. Her feelings shifted after a few months of working together and she began contemplating what a relationship with the transplanted Texan would be like.

Then things went sideways when Cassie was hired to find a missing hiker.

Her inquiries led to a glamping excursion run by Sunny and Buck Barnes, where coincidentally Arlen's daughter Emily and her stepfather were staying. The case also reopens a decades old unsolved murder and the discovery of fifteen million in stolen Crypto. They all became intertwined revealing Buck as a serial killer who kidnapped Emily and Denise and ended with his, and several others, deaths.

Arlen paid a surprise visit to Hoyt's home in a quandary the night after their rescue tells her that his ex-wife Carla had taken their daughter back to Texas leaving him unsure about staying in Montana. After a few beers, things started getting close to crossing the professional/private line between them. He left saying neither was clear-headed enough to make any rational decisions that would change them from colleagues and occasional confidants.

A week later, Arlen was served court papers stating that he’d allowed their daughter to remain in a place of known danger and Carla was granted primary custody with all communication between them monitored by a court-appointed third party.

Arlen had what Cassie calls his tantrum then sought legal counsel from a lawyer he knew back in Houston. The lawyer advised with his checkered history in law enforcement and at home, to follow the stipulations to the letter if he hoped for a chance in hell of regaining his parental rights before Emily turned eighteen.

***

Arlen felt Hoyt’s skeptical side-eye before she asked. “So how much did Denise tell you?”

“That Reina is the black sheep for not going into family business. And something about the Stanleys being descendants of the Four Georgies?”

“The Four Georgians,” she corrected, pulling into the Jefferson City First National Bank’s Park lot. “In 1864, four prospectors found gold in Last Chance Gulch and agreed to keep it quiet. But a few months later, more miners started arriving.” She finished summarizing Helena’s origins as they entered the bank and were assailed by a harassed-looking bank manager.

Several hours later

Lewis & Clark County Sheriff's Department

Sergeant Madge Crowder greeted the returning duo with, “Got a visitor, sheriff.”

Arlen gestures around the empty waiting area, “There's no one out here,” and she comments, “Was a minute ago.” Before he could ask, Deputy Mo Poppernack popped up nervously glancing between Hoyt and Arlen. “Everything okay, Popcorn? You seem kinda,” Arlen says waving his hand.

“No sir, I mean yes sir...Beau, I’m good. Someone is waiting in your office to see you.” Still eyeing the fidgety deputy, Arlen addresses both, “Let me know if we get anything on the getaway car,” and heads off to meet his mystery guest.

***

Entering his office, Arlen spies the Stetson from that morning sitting upside down on his desk.

“Hello, I’m Sheriff Arlen. What can I,” and something that rarely happens happens when its owner turns, and Arlen loses his voice. The partially open blinds cast his visitor in light and shadow as his chartreuse eyes drink in every accentuated detail, bone structure hinting of being descended from the indigenous peoples but other ancestries contributing to the lighter hueing of skin, eyes, and hair.

“You must be the infamous Reina Stanley.”

“I see my reputation proceeds me,” her voice has the distinctive native Montanan drawl held out her hand, "I would appreciate it if we could keep this matter between us for now Sheriff.” Arlen shakes the offered hand surprised at the firmness of her grip.

“Call me Beau. Please,” he gestures for her to sit as he settles into his chair, “I assume this has to do with earlier?” She raises an eyebrow and he elaborates. “A friend and I caught some of that public performance this morning and said they thought it was you.” An amused smile graces her lush lips reminding him of pink beautyberry fruit.

“I see Denise Brisbane is still the town gossip.” Arlen chuckled, “She does have her ear to the ground. Denise didn’t go into details but mentioned your family has substantial influence in this state.”

“You’re mama brought you up right. Most people aren’t so polite about saying the Stanleys are not to be fucked with.” Arlen couldn’t stop the flash of surprise crossing his features. “Okay then. I'm guessing your visit has something to do with that brouhaha this morning?”

“Yes and no. I’m here on behalf of lala; my grandfather, who requested I give you this,” she handed him a sealed envelope. “I don’t recall meeting any of your kin.” Arlen remarks pulling out a letter with a small key taped to it reads it out loud. “I had a safety deposit box put in your name Beau Arlen and ask you to take my granddaughter with you when examining its contents. You will understand why I had to take these precautions and do what is necessary with the information enclosed. Gerald Centanwakuwa-Stanley” He looked up in surprise.

“Hold on, Gerald was your grandfather? The same Gerald I’d go trout fishing with?”

“Walter Tubb’s said you were quick on the uptake. Lala Gerald chose to use his given name outside of business.” The sheriff tipped his head. “Right, you're a transplant. The Stanley descendent who settled here left a will stipulating that all direct descendants maintain the family surname to keep their inheritance, including any man marrying in.” Reina paused scrutinizing him giving Arlen a fluttering he hadn't felt in years.

“Tubb also said you have a set of huevos for taking the job even after getting an earful about the undersheriff.” Arlen chuckled, “Yeah, Tubb had a few things to say about Hoyt. But she knows to stay between the lines, I’ll have her back.”

“Jenny Hoyt doesn’t know the meaning of staying between the lines. Excuse me,” she fishes out her phone and frowns, “Fuc...fraken lawyers, ‘cuse my language. When will you be free to check out that box?” There was a knock on the door and Poppernack stuck his head in. “Sorry to interrupt sir. We got a call that the First National getaway cars been spotted headin' down I-15.”

“And that's my cue to leave.” Reina gestures to his phone, "May I?” Arlen nodded, “I’m leaving you my personal number,” she hands it back, “Text me when you’re free to deal with that matter for lala.”

Several officers, along with Arlen and Poppernack, appreciatively watch her retreating form. “Please tell me all female Rangers as good looking as her?” Poppernack asks, “‘Cause if they are, I’m booking my next vacation in Texas.” Arlen turns and says...

“I’m sorry..she’s a what?!”

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there was a post on my dash a few days ago about an interview with jensen about the prequel. he talks about casting, and about how the actor they hired for john had both sam (1) and dean (1) in him, and the actress they hired for mary had dean (2) energy (that none of the other actresses were serving, apparently). and the post rightfully pointed out that dean himself is there (3). so three deans to one sam, they noticed.

(edit: here is the link for anyone interested)

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and looking at the reviews about how bland the pilot is, i can’t help but think that’s part of why? 

the thing that is magic about supernatural is the gravitational push and pull between sam and dean and the forces that are so much bigger than them.

you could have that in the prequel. the gravitational push and pull between john and mary and the forces that are so much bigger than them. 

it’s literally the canon backstory! 

the first time they met, they bumped into each other and (presumably on trained instincts) mary laid john on his ass then apologized, and he was smitten. but he was only smitten because of cupid’s arrow. the cupid we meet in canon tells sam and dean that their parents weren’t a good match, that they didn’t (wouldn’t?) get along, and that their relationship was ordained and the love was manufactured.

so you have the gravity, right there. the push and the pull. the fighting and the mismatch despite the passion and the love they literally cannot help but feel. and it lends itself so well to telling an unhinged story where two people meet and fall in some kind of love at first sight and are weird about each other! 

(in the way that sam and dean are weird about each other. breaking in in the middle of the night and fighting your brother is weird! disappearing out the door with someone you haven’t seen in two years while lying to your partner about why is weird! it’s all unhinged and so it compels the audience!)

to make that work on screen, you need to set up opposing dynamics so you get the push and pull, and you need chemistry. like, a lot of chemistry. the other magic of spn is the insane off the charts on screen chemistry that J2 have. lightning in a bottle, right?

the thing that made me ultimately decide not to watch the prequel was mary’s casting and character styling. despite being one of the few people actually excited about the story conceit (i love john and mary as characters!! i’m genuinely interested to see how the lying and hunting and vietnam trauma and the personality clash all played out!!), as soon as i saw the first promotional photos, the tentative hope i’d been harbouring for the show died a quiet death.

not only did this version not look much like either of the other two marys we had met in terms of face and height, but she had thick eyeliner and straight hair and a black leather jacket and a hard look and scowl. none of that jives at all with the mary we know and not just because she was sanctified in the memory of winchester men. we met young mary and she was dressed in bright tones with bright eyes! she was full of smiles (and lies), full of dreams for her own future, with bouncy curly hair and emotional frustrations and vulnerabilities. 

she was bringing sam, not dean. 

mary campbell is a rebel. she is like both her sons in different ways, much the same as john. there are parallels on both sides and i think it’s fruitless to say who is paralleled more to whom in the (main) show, who has more of who’s personality. but in that arc, in her youth, mary campbell wanting to leave the hunting life and have a civilian life with her partner john winchester was absolutely a parallel to sam’s similar yearning for freedom, for safety and simplicity. 

so we know already -- mary’s rebellion looks like sam’s rebellion. it’s not the devil may care attitude of dean, it’s a more serious and anxious rebellion against her upbringing. she’s tense but soft. easily annoyed but not sarcastic, possibly too earnest (in itself a perfect lie, something that makes her interesting because she’s anything but honest with john). doe-eyed so that when she drops you on your ass, you’re shocked. this small woman with her sweet smile is kicking your ass? what in the - ? 

casting a mary that is bringing forward features of dean, styling her in such a way as to look harsh and ‘badass’ instead of downright preppy, giving her that look and attitude and all of it? misses the point. 

there is no dean without sam. or at least no story about dean worth watching. because there is no gravitational push-pull between dean and ... dean. meaning that if both the prequel leads are bringing dean’s energy to their role, there is no chemistry. 

electricity isn’t formed without opposing charged ions. there’s no lightning in a bottle when everything is the same.

(there is no sense of pull between them to prompt a push. and when it comes time to write the push in anyway, without the pull? it will feel discordant and unconvincing to the audience’s eye. it will rankle.)

this issue sits as central, to me, even before any retconning of the original story. before the complete lack of 1970s vibe, and before what i’ve seen about them possibly(idk???) getting mary’s age wrong, and what i’ve heard about them making john bumbling or boring despite being a literal marine (who are...extreme) who quite literally just came back from vietnam, likely traumatized and intense. before the fact that they literally copy+pasted the plot of spn to the prequel with mary’s dad going missing. 

all of these features, alongside the casting issues, the styling issues, all of it right down to the original prequelgate itself, speak to the same fundamental issue - 

the prequel is missing heart. 

the lack of sam (not even in presence so much as in essence) functions like a hole in the heart of the show from which it is bleeding inward. the lack of love letter to time era, to the stylings and setting reads like a lack of love to the story itself. the lack of care put in to re-introducing us to the version of mary that we knew, those changes to her style and personality and story, read like an insult to those of us who loved her already, as if she was not worthy of a place in the heart of the creators as she already was.

i wanted to love this show. desperately, i really did. the day it leaked, before i’d heard about the rest of the ensuing prequelgate nonsense, i wrote a post in defense of the concept (since deleted). i wanted so badly to love it. i can’t. because i feel like the people creating it don’t love it. 

many will take this as a critique of jensen ackles and to some extent, it is, but mostly just a critique of trying to create a new show half-cocked while splitting his time acting on a handful of other projects instead of dedicating himself to the time and energy this show needed in order to be a success. i have no idea what his vision was for this story, and i’m not convinced he had a core vision. 

(for whatever else you might critique about kripke’s era of spn, it had a vision and it knew what it was. that vision was central to its resonance.)

more than that though, it’s a critique of all the producers and creators involved who thought that they could build off of what we already loved while gutting the core pieces we loved in the first place, while replacing these elements with their own versions instead, versions seemingly uninterested in the emotional foundations on which they were building. 

i can’t help but feel they were arrogant enough to think that making us love it would be as simple as checking boxes on a list and slapping a shine over it, thinking we’d be satisfied with the empty shell they deigned to put together. that they didn’t need to push each other, challenge the story, question the character favoritism or biases the team members were bringing to the table.

it’s the dean story with dean producers and writers and no one thought to question if they needed more balance? if the story needed more heart? if john was intense enough, if mary was sweet enough, if the characters had dimensions? 

was it ignorance? arrogance? were they all too up their own asses that they dismissed legitimate concerns as fandom wank because of prequelgate and fandom bullshit until it was too late? 

i’m sorry, that got more charged than i intended. bottom line, this isn’t a love letter to supernatural or its fans. love takes effort and dedication and care and heart. i’m not convinced the prequel has any.

[cevansbaby-dove]

Jensen and Reader part two.

Check out part one here

Jensen and I have been talking for a few hours, I look at my watch and say. 'Oh shit Jens it's ten! we have ten mins to get back to the con and set up"

He stands up and says. "let's go then" We walk out of the cafe and head back to the place where the con is being held, I see Jared talking to Gen and i look at Jensen and he says. "not worth it right no y/n"

I nod and grab the pictures that we will be signing.

Jared's pov.

Oh y/n and J are back! ooo i am like a kid on Christmas! I walk over to them. "Morning you twoooo" Y/N looks at me and says. "hit set up man!" Jensen says to me. "come on man! Setting us up? that's a low even for you."

"Oof! Uh sorry about that but you two do seem like more than what you say about each other."

I look at y/n and she is setting up the table still. She looks at me and says. 'We had a nice time but it's only a one time thing..We talked and wanted to stay as best friends"

I sigh. "Y/N...J guys come on! You two reallyy don't see this!?"

Jensen glances at Y/n and i say. "Ah ha!! See that look you just gave her says there is more than a friendship"

Jensen's pov.

"Jared let it go man don't make me start singing the fucking song" I raise an eye brow and he says. "Shit fine i'll let it gooooo for now" He walks away and y/n says. "jens can you grab the markers please? they should be at the photo op table" "Got it"

I walk away and grab them and walk back. 'here you go" She smiles at me and says. 'thanks J"

No Pov.

the con stats up and y/n and the cast are talking to fans and jensen sits by y/n and someone says. "You guys are so cute!" y/n smiles. "uh thanks so much"

By half way through the comic con you want a coffee and jensen offers to go to starbucks and grab one. "thanks J if you don't mind" he says. "Sure sure it's just a few minutes down the road"

He says. "jared! i need to go grab coffee can you keep my seat warm?" jared laughs. "ok get me a chai pleaseeee!" y/n laughs and says. "ohh i want a special coffee J if you don't mind"

Jensen looks at Y/n and says. 'okay what can i get?" She says. "oat milk latte with a hint of cinnamon please" He laughs. 'oo fancyyy" Y/n smiles and says. "Well when we get back to Austin i'll get my regular coffee"

He nods and says. "okay back soon" he walks away and gets into a rental and drives to the starbucks and orders coffees.

JensenAckles: When y/n asks for coffee i just have to get one for myself! 🤪

jensen drives back to the con and walks in and hands you the coffee. "here you go darling" You take it and say. "oh thank you! it's freezing out there uh?"

"not too bad"

Time skip: 3 days.

"Ah home sweet home" i say as i walk into my Living room. "hello home" i set my suitcase down and get a text from Jared.

Jared-Hey y/n?

Y/N-yes?

Jared-sorry for the set up ;( I just thought you two would love to hang out..i know you guys like being together..forgive me?

Y/N-Your forgiving, this time but please don't do that again Jared 😒

Jared-Done thanks y/n did you get home safe?

Y/N-yea i did! thanks for asking :)

I set my phone down and sit on the couch and scroll through instagram. I see so many faces from the con and i say. "oh i have a picture"

Your Insatgram: i had a blast at spn con in Seattle with the best cast ever! Thanks @JaredPadalecki And @jensenAckles @MishaCollins for making it even better 🙂

Over the next few days i am busy with work and working with Danneel on The Winchesters show that jens said he is thinking of coming on for an episode!

I walk on set and Danni Waves me over. "hey girl!" i say as i hug her. She says. "Hi y/n it's nice to see you again."

We go over the script and i see jensen calling me. "Excuse me just one second' I walk away and say. "hey jens" he says "hey darling how are you?"

"I'm good, just going over the script with danni right now did you get back safe?"

"yea i did listen did you want to go out to um..dinner with me tonight?"

"Just you and me? oh my god is this a set up?" he laughs over the phone. "No i wanted to go out with you if you don't want too then that's fine too just thought i'd ask"

"no jens uh sure i mean sorry but after what Jared did i tend to think it'll be a set up again, But yea i'll go out to dinner with you"

"great pick you up at five then?"

I nod. "yea works for me, fancy or not?' he says. "Whatever you want darling" I smile. "okay sounds good, see you tonight then" He says. "See you, bye" "bye' i hang up and walk back to danneel and she says. "Who was that?"

I sit down. "jensen, he asked me out for dinner" She smiles. 'Ooo!! He likes you!" I laugh. 'Did i tell you what Jared did tho?" she shakes hear. 'No what was that?"

"he set me up with jens for coffee, made up that he was sick" Danni laughs. "sounds like jared to me! aww so how did the coffee date go?" I say. "It wasn't a date danni just to friends out for coffee" I smile and she says. 'Ah sureee it was"

We laugh and go back to the script but in the back of my mind, i am so looking forward to seeing jensen again. hmm maybe this is a date.

Thanks for reading this second part! i am working on the third for you.

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[winchesterwild78]

Chance Meeting pt 13

Part 12

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t take or copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter Summary: Friday has arrived and the kids are coming over. How will it go? Some light smut if you squint.

A/N: This chapter is a FLUFFY one 🥰. Our lovebirds are establishing their home together 😁

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Friday came quickly and you were really excited. Jensen hadn’t seen his kids since you moved in and they were coming to spend some time with him and you. He was just as excited as you were because he missed them so much. Jensen was an incredible father and his kids adored him. You hoped you could fit in their lives too. His kids were amazing. Even though they were younger than your’s, you were so excited to be part of their lives. As Jensen made sure the house was ready you were going to run to the store to pick up some groceries. Including supplies to make cookies, treats and dinner. Jared, Gen and their kids were coming over tomorrow to hang out, bake and eat.

As you were getting ready to leave, Jensen’s phone rang. After the other night with the phone call fiasco you’ve been working hard at ignoring his phone. You heard him on the phone and could tell he was talking to his ex. He walked up to you and said “hey, she wants to talk to you.” You looked at him confused but took the phone. “Hello?” You said. “Hey, y/n. How are you doing? I just wanted to double check with you it’s okay the kiddos come over. I know you’re just getting settled and I don’t want to overwhelm you.” She said. You looked at Jensen a little puzzled but said “oh absolutely. I can’t wait for them to get here. I’ve got the house ready for them and the tree is waiting for them to help decorate.” You said enthusiastically. “Oh wow, okay. That’s awesome. I know they miss Jensen and have been looking forward to coming over.” She said excitedly. “He’s looking forward to seeing them too. Thank you for letting them stay for longer than the weekend. I promise they will get to school on time next week. What time are you thinking about coming over?” You asked. “In about 2 hours if that’s okay.” She said “That’s perfect. I’m on my way to the store but Jensen will be here. Hopefully I’m back before y’all arrive.” You told her. She said “that’s great, we’ll see you soon y/n.” “Yep, okay. Here’s Jensen back.” You said as you handed him the phone.

You smiled at him, kissed him on the lips and grabbed your stuff. He said his goodbyes and before you left he met you at the door. “Be careful sweetheart and I’ll see you soon. I love you.” He said as he placed a kiss on your lips. “Bye babe. They will be here in about 2 hours and I really want to be here when they get here.” You said as you walked out the door.

An hour and half later you were pulling in the driveway with your groceries. Jensen came out and helped carry bags inside. Once everything was put away you saw the time and the kids were expected in about 10 minutes. You quickly turned on the tree, the lights and music. Jensen chuckled as he watched you. “What’s so funny” you asked playfully hitting his arm. “You are, it’s adorable how you’re making things perfect for them. They already love you, y/n.” He said pulling you into a hug. “I just want them to know I am glad they are here and I want them to enjoy themselves.” You said snuggling into his chest. Just then the front door flung open and 3 very excited children came running in. They stopped in their tracks and took in the decorations with huge smiles on their faces. You and Jensen smiled and then they saw their dad. All the kids came running in and yelling “daddy we missed you”. Jensen fell to the ground being tackled saying “I missed you guys too.” You smiled at the sight. You never got tired of seeing him with his kids.

His ex walked in the door carrying bags and you ran over to help her. “Hey, y/n. Thanks! The kids kinda took off.” She said laughing. “Yeah, they saw dad and that was it” you laughed. “I’ll take these upstairs to their rooms.” You said grabbing the bags. She handed you the bags then walked further into the house. You went upstairs dropping the bags off in each room and made your way back downstairs. “You look good Jens, and the house looks incredible.” You heard her say. “Thanks, this is all y/n. I just put things where she asked.” He said back. “Wow, look at all the stockings. Um, Jensen there is one for me.” She said confused. “Yep, y/n insisted you have one here too. She said you’re family and you get a stocking.” He said smiling at her. You walked in the living room and she walked up to you and hugged you. “Thank you, y/n. When Jens told me he met someone I honestly was worried how co-parenting would be and if she would be open to our good relationship. Now I see I had nothing to worry about.” She said as she pulled away. You smiled and said “you will always be their mother and you are family. You will always be welcome here and I want the kids to understand I’m not nor will I ever replace you. I’m just someone else in their life to love and care for them.”

Jensen was standing watching both of you and he smiled. He couldn’t have been happier that you two were getting along. Even though they divorced he’s still friends with her and he wants you two to get along. Not just for the sake of the kids.

Jensen walked up to you and put his arm around your waist and kissed your cheek. The kids were busy taking in the decorations and the three of you chatted for a few minutes before she said she had to leave. Giving the kids a hug and a kiss she hugged you and Jensen then left. “Well, that went good I think.” You said to Jensen. “Better than good. It was perfect, you were perfect. Thank you for being amazing. I love you.” He said pulling you in for a kiss. The kids all said “ewww” when they saw Jensen kiss you. Making you giggle. Jensen pulled away and asked “so who wants to decorate the tree” All three kids jumped up and down saying “we do”. You smiled and sat on the couch. You wanted to wait until the kids were comfortable with you helping before you got up. Jensen looked at you and mouthed “are you okay”. You nodded “yes” and smiled. He pulled out the tree decorations and the kids started pulling them out. His son walked over to you with an ornament in hand and said “Miss y/n can you help me hang this high. I don’t want the girls to touch it.” You smiled and said “of course I can buddy. Where do you want to put it.” You lifted him up and he hung it high on a branch. He wrapped his arms around your neck giving you a hug and said thank you. You smiled and looked up seeing Jensen watching the interaction with a smile. Pretty soon the girls were asking you for help and before too long it was time to put the topper on.

Jensen got his big ladder out and said “okay, whose turn is it to put the topper on?” The kids started whispering. You and Jensen laughed at their plotting. They all three turned and said “we want Miss y/n to do it.” You were shocked. Jensen chuckled and said “come on sweetheart, the kids have spoken.” Jensen handed you the topper and you slowly climbed the ladder. His youngest daughter asked “daddy aren’t you supposed to go up the ladder too?” Her eyes wide as she asked. Jensen chuckled and said “no baby, y/n is old enough I don’t need to help her.” “Ohhh” she said not taking her eyes off you. You put the topper on and climbed back down. His youngest daughter came up to you looking up at you with big eyes and put her arms up. You bent down and scooped her up. She hugged your neck and said “I’m glad you didn’t fall”. You looked at Jensen and smiled. You kissed her head and said “me too sweetie, thank you for watching out for me.”

You asked her if she wanted to get down and she shook her head no. So you walked over to the other two carrying her and all five of you admired the decorated tree. His oldest looked at all the stockings and asked Jensen who were they all for. He told her they all had one, we had one, their mom did and my kids. She turned around looking at me and said “mommy has a stocking here?” “Yes she does, she’s part of this family and everyone gets one.” She smiled and walked over to you hugging your waist. You went to sit down on the couch and all three kids climbed on making sure they were sitting right next to or on you. Jensen just laughed shaking his head. “Guess I’m being replaced” he said laughing. You called him over with your finger and said “never” as you kissed his lips.

All five of you snuggled on the couch watching some Christmas movies. Jensen told you he was going to start dinner while you and the kids continued watching the movie. “Do you need help baby?” You asked. “No, I’ve got it sweetheart. You keep snuggling.” He said smiling at you.

Once dinner was done all five of you sat at the table. You helped Jensen serve the kids and you both sat down. Laughter and chatter filled the room as you all ate. You looked around the table and up at Jensen who met your gaze smiling. You smiled back. This felt right and felt like home. When you all finished eating you and Jensen cleaned up the kitchen while the kids played. You could hear them laughing and playing and you chuckled to yourself. Once the kitchen was clean Jensen came up behind you and put his arms around you. He started kissing your neck making you giggle and squirm. “Jens, stop. That tickles.” You said laughing. “I know it does baby.” He whispered into your ear sending chills through your body.

You pulled away smirking at him as you walked into the living room. You sat on the couch watching the kids and Jensen’s son climbed into your lap. “Miss y/n, are you gonna have a sleepover with us.” He asked looking at you with wide eyes. “Yes baby, remember I live her now with daddy.” You said giving him a hug. “Good. I’m glad” he said snuggling into your lap more. Jensen put on Santa Claus is Coming to Town and the girls snuggled on either side of him while his son stayed in your lap. You looked at Jensen and the kids and couldn’t help but smile. He looked so peaceful surrounded by his babies. You heard a soft snore and looked down to see a beautiful little boy asleep on your lap. Jensen looked over and you pointed down. He looked and smiled. He grabbed his phone snapping a picture of you and his son. So you grabbed your’s and snapped a picture of him. You asked him for his photo and you sent him yours. It wasn’t too much longer before the girls were asleep too. Jensen carried them one by one to their room before coming back and sitting next to you. You laid your head on his shoulder and said “tonight was absolutely perfect. I love your kids and I love you.” “ I love you too, darlin” he said kissing the top of your head. “Let’s get ready for bed” he said getting up and holding his hand out to you.

Once in the room you snuggled close to him. His hands started roaming around your body as he peppered kisses down your neck. You started to giggle as he made his way down your body. You could feel your excitement build as Jensen started to run his hands under the waistband of your panties. You started to moan and move your hips as his fingers found your folds. You spread your legs more so he could gain better access. “Damn baby, you’re soaking wet” he said as his fingers slipped inside you. He started pumping his fingers inside you and you gripped the sheets with one hand and ran your fingers through his hair with the other and moaned.

Just as he was about to pull your panties off there was a soft knock at the door. Jensen sat up and groaned a little. You grabbed your shirt and he walked to the door. Standing in the hallway half asleep gripping a blanket was his son. Tears in his eyes. “What’s wrong buddy” Jensen asked bending down. “I had a bad dream” he said as tears fell from his eyes. You jumped up and walked over to him scooping him up. “Wanna talk about it buddy” you asked while holding him close. “The bad man came and took you away and daddy couldn’t find you.” He said softly crying. “Oh baby, I promise you if a bad man tried to take me I would fight and daddy would definitely come find me.” You said squeezing him tight. “She’s right little man. Daddy would do whatever he could to make sure all of you were safe” Jensen said rubbing his back. Looking up at you with sleepy tear filled eyes he said “okay. I love you Miss y/n.” You looked at Jensen and your heart swelled. “Oh I love you too sweetheart.” You said to him kissing the top of his little head. “Want to go back to your bed or stay in here with us tonight” you asked him. He snuggled closer and you chuckled. “Guess we have the answer” Jensen said.

You carried him over to the bed and laid him in between you and Jensen. At first he faced Jensen but then he turned over and snuggled close to you. You wrapped your arms around him pulling him closer. Jensen put his arm over you and kissed you. You smiled down at the little boy in your arms and up at his daddy. Jensen smiled at you and whispered “thank you, baby. I love you so much.” “You’re welcome Jens, I love you too.” You both slowly closed your eyes as soft snores filled the room. You drifted off to sleep and so did Jensen. Everything was perfect and your heart was so full.

[rewatching-sam-and-dean]

What season of SPN makes you the most feral? What are your headcanons about it?

Hi Anon!

Sorry it took me so long to answer, usually I’m quicker with asks. First, I needed to think about my answer. Then, my internet went down (ugh). Now, I’m on a work trip.

I don’t tend to have a lot of headcanons for SPN, and the ones I have, I mostly think of in the moment as I’m watching or they are pretty common (for example, Ben is Dean’s kid).

Anyways, after thinking about it, I think the season(s) thst makes me the most feral is the Season 2 & 3 combo. I have to put them together because of the reversal of brother worry that flows so well: Dean worrying obsessively about Sam (and being alone) until the worst happens and Sam actually dies, so Dean sells his soul for Sam because he can’t bear to be without him, so Sam worries obsessively about Dean (and being alone) until he starts throwing some of his morals out the window (metaphorically selling his soul) to try and save him, but the worst happens and Dean dies. These seasons have so many brother feels, then being mistaken for a couple (which I always find amusing), and pain. It all hurts so good.

There are a couple of things that make me feel especially “feeral” in this era.

In “In My Tine of Dying” Sam can sense Dean’s soul (love this), they talk to each other using a “talking board,” and Sam tried so damn hard find a way to save (in a short window of time) Dean, and Dean (who worries that he needs Sam more than Sam needs him) never remembers how worried Sam was for him and how much he watered to save him. I hate that he doesn’t remember. As far as I can tell, when Tessa returns his memories of that time (in Season 4), she only returned the parts involving her, not the parts where Dean saw how much Sam loved him (This is up there with Sam and Dean not knowing the phone call was tampered with in Season 4, for me).

“What is and What Should Never Be” pretty much twists my heart from start to finish. Dean having everything “apple pie” he could want, but none of it being worth it if Sam doesn’t love him (beyond in the “he’s my brother so I have to love him” but NOT like him sort of way). The acting in this one is good too. We get a very different Sam, and Jared plays how different he is from normal Sam and how weirded out he is by Dean trying to show any affection towards him really well. We get to see Jensen play a cute and happy Dean, then we see his heart breaking when he realizes he can’t stop hunting if it means people will die, and I love/hate the more subtle heartbreak of him seeing Sam back away from him. I just … love this episode. (Also, … “What are you calling me bitch for?”).

Everything about Meg!Sam, and Dean saying he’d rather die than kill Sam. Pure gold.

“Mystery Spot,” the whole episode is just fantastic. A tiny hesdcanon I have for this episode is that there was at least a day where Sam tackled Dean to the bed (non-romantically) and just refused to let him up, clinging to him like a koala in desperation because Dean dies every time he leaves the room, or does basically anything. Dean struggles at first but then just lays there and takes it, maybe awkwardly patting Sam’s arm. He is both kinda weirded out, but also secretly happy with how much Sam obviously cares about him. But, of course, it being Mystery Spot, Sam probably accidentally kills him somewhere in there.

One last thing I think of often is, I wish I could see Sam succeeding and saving Dean in the Season 3 finale. It bothers me so much that he couldn’t do it after how hard he tried, and the lengths he was willing to go to, and it hurts seeing how much his “failure” and losing Dean tortured him. Dean ended up inflicting the exact pain on Sam that their Dad did on him by selling his soul for him and dying for him, except worse. Also, I actually like the Angel story line in Seasons 4 to 6, but I loath it after that, except for a few exceptions. So, if Sam had saved Dean, we might have been spared angel politics thst went on for too long, as well.

Anyway, I’ll stop it there because my answer is getting away from me.

Thank you for your question, Anon ❤️.

What season(s) make you feral?