#Jensen slapping Misha's butt.

[impala-dreamer]

Save Me - Part Two

A Short Story

~ Sometimes, when life seems the brightest, shadows creep in. After announcing their engagement to the world, Jensen's fiancé is kidnapped. With the help of a friend, she tries to fight her way back home to him.~

Jensen Ackles x F!Reader, Dean Winchester (cameos by Misha Collins and OCs)

7,160 Words Total. Part Two: 3,950

Warnings: My kind of Super Angst. Blood. Injury. Kidnapping. It's really sad...

A/N: Written for @jacklesversebingo "No one's coming to save you. Get up!"

PART ONE ~ PART TWO

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Snow was falling from a gray sky. Big flakes landed on his shoulders, dusted his hair, melted on his cheeks. His lips were frozen; his fingers numb. 

The cherry of his cigarette fell to the icy sidewalk and he huffed. He fumbled with the lighter and lit back up, pulling at the filter as if he were trying to set his lungs on fire. 

Maybe he was. Maybe he wanted to set the hotel on fire, the police station, the entire city.

Jensen tipped his head back and exhaled, sending the smoke to mix with the clouds overhead.

“When did you start smoking again?” 

Misha appeared next to him, one hand stuffed in his pocket, the other holding a jacket. He was visibly cold, bouncing a bit for warmth even as he settled next to Jensen. 

“I don’t know. When did the world implode? Four days ago?” He licked his lip and then took another drag. “Then.” 

Misha shook his head sadly and Jensen rolled his eyes. 

He flicked the butt into the street and shoved his hands in his pockets. 

“Put your coat on at least,” Misha suggested, tapping his shoulder with the jacket. 

Jensen looked down at it as if he’d never seen anything like it. 

“No.” 

Misha sighed. “It’s freezing. You’re gonna get sick.” 

“So?” 

Not wanting to fight, Misha draped the jacket over Jensen’s shoulders and gave him a friendly squeeze. 

“Y/N needs you to be strong. You can’t go off and get pneumonia.” 

Jensen turned his head and glared; green eyes narrow and angry. “She doesn’t need me to be strong. She needs me to fucking find her.” His jaw clenched so hard he could feel his pulse beat in his temples. “She needs me to save her.” 

Heartbroken, Misha closed his eyes and dropped his head. “I know. But there’s nothing you can do right now.” 

Jensen scoffed. “Isn’t there?” 

“No. The police are-” 

Enraged, defeated, hopeless, Jensen spun away, kicking at the snow and pushing Misha’s care away. “The police aren’t doing shit! It’s been four fucking days!” 

“I know…”

“They can’t even figure out who took her. The fucking- the security cameras in the parking garage weren’t fucking working! What the fuck good is that!”

The louder Jensen’s voice grew, the smaller Misha felt. There was nothing he could say, no way to comfort his friend. 

Jensen wouldn’t be comforted even if Misha knew how. He wanted to rage at the universe. To put his fist through the brick wall behind him. To drive a truck through the Starbucks across the street. To run away from everyone and everything in this godforsaken city and find her. He had to find her. 

A snowflake landed on his nose and he batted it away, slapping himself in the face. 

He calmed. 

His heart ached.

His voice crackled with tears. 

“Odds are,” he whispered, “She’s dead already.” 

“Don’t say that.” Misha choked back his own pain and cleared his throat. “The detective said there’s no reason to assume-”

Jensen laughed bitterly. “Forty-eight hours, isn’t that what they say? If you don’t find them in the first forty-eight hours you’re not going to. Or they turn up dead on the side of the road or in a shallow grave behind some psycho’s house.” 

“Jensen…” 

Green eyes closed to the world. 

He was trembling, shaking from the cold and the pain of uncertainty and loss. 

“I just…I don’t know what to do.” 

They stood there in silence, letting January seep into their bones. There was nothing to say, nothing either of them could do. 

It just was what it was. 

And it was impossible. 

A deep shiver moved through Jensen’s body and he shoved his arms through the jacket sleeves, thankful that Misha was looking out for him and the little things. He was too shattered to care about staying alive. Not right now. 

He turned back to his friend and the revolving doors, deciding it was time to go back in and shake away the cold. 

Flashing lights pulled his attention to the street and he held his breath as the police car turned into the hotel lot. The world moved in slow motion as the car parked in the nearby handicapped spot and Detective Lassiter hopped out. He held a clear bag in his thick fist and his countenance was heavy. He looked at Jensen and shook his head. 

Jensen’s universe cracked. He bit his tongue, needing to feel the pain to keep himself conscious as the detective explained what had happened. 

“They’re not asking for a ransom,” he said, speech rushed and emotionless. “Not yet, anyway. But this- this is good.” He handed the bag to Jensen. 

Y/N’s diamond engagement ring glistened in the dim gray light. 

Jensen closed his fist around it. The platinum prongs dug into his palm. “How?” His voice broke. “How is this good?”  

“Means they want something. They’re not just going to kill her and be done. This is the kidnappers opening a line of communication.” 

Jensen couldn’t hear him, couldn’t follow his words any longer. His fist tightened and the diamond cut through the thin evidence bag. He squeezed until it hurt, until his skin broke, until he could feel the warm trickle of blood. 

A drop fell from his fist and painted the freshly fallen snow.

It was hard to stay awake, hard to think. 

The pain was still there, but she couldn’t feel it much anymore. It didn’t feel as intense, as if she were getting used to the constant stabbing and shredding of her insides that accompanied every breath she took.  

She couldn’t feel the cold anymore either. Her flesh had simply become part of the concrete, all of her warmth had been drained into the darkness. 

In and out of the dreamless sleep of unconsciousness, she lay on the dirty floor, barely able to think let alone move. 

“Why you?” she whispered, watching burgundy flannel pace back and forth by the steps. 

Dean stopped short, his boots making a dull thud on the floor. 

“What?” 

She lifted her head, cringed at the hurt that erupted in her shoulder. 

“I said, why is it you?” 

His forehead creased and he shrugged. “I don’t know. Who else would it be?” 

Y/N rubbed her right eye. It was dry and it hurt to blink. She was dehydrated and starving; her body was failing, her mind was slipping. 

“It’s just odd, I guess.”

Dean sat on the bottom step, his elbows resting on his knees. “I don’t think it’s that weird. You need someone to talk to, you need someone to help. I’m pretty good at that shit.” 

Y/N sighed. “But you don’t exist. I’m just talking to myself.” 

“Does it matter?” 

“Not really.”

“There should have been way more demon Dean.” 

Jensen laughed and shot her a look that would have knocked her over had she not already been sitting down. 

The couch cushion between them seemed as wide as an ocean, but neither were ready to swim across. 

“You like bad boys, huh?” He licked his lips and watched hers as she answered. 

“I guess everybody does at some point,” she said. “But there was something special about Dean as a demon. It was like… he was finally free for a little while. Like he was on vacation. Just hanging out and getting laid-”

Jensen grinned. “And murdering innocent people.”  

She dipped her chin and looked up at him flirtatiously. “Is anyone ever truly innocent, Jensen?” 

His smile faded and he stared harder. His lips parted slowly. “Are you?” 

She blinked, painted lashes fanning over enchanting eyes. “I can be when I need to be.” 

Her hand slid across the space between them and she bit her lip, daring him to match her move, begging him to meet her halfway. 

He dropped his hand to the cushion, fingers landing a breath away from hers. 

“What about right now?” he asked, leaning close. 

She could feel the heat pushing off of him, smell the lingering scent of his faded cologne. 

“Honestly?” she smirked. 

He nodded. “Always.” 

Y/N leaned in dangerously close. “I’m not feeling too innocent right now.” 

A tentative kiss. The first taste of his lips; the first feel of her skin.

There were footsteps above her head. Someone running; heavy shoes falling on old wooden planks. 

Y/N lay on her back and stared up at nothing. There were long beams above her and she wondered what it would take for them to come crashing down and crush her to death. 

It wasn’t that she wanted to die, she’d never want that, but she knew it was happening. She could feel her body giving up. Her skin was hot but she shivered. Her blood had dried but the wounds wouldn’t stay closed. Her thoughts were fuzzy and shadows played tricks on her.

She couldn’t tell how long it had been since they’d tossed her down the steps; didn’t know how far from help she was. Time meant nothing. It could have been hours, a month, a week mostly likely. There was no way for her to guess. No windows to help count the sunsets, no ticking clock to pace her breaths to. 

Sometimes, she counted her heartbeats just to have something to do, but they were unsteady. Too fast at times and then far too slow. It scared her to pay attention to the erratic pulse of her blood, so she tried to ignore it. 

Mostly, she remembered things. 

Mostly, she remembered him. 

In moments when the pain overwhelmed her and her eyes refused to stop leaking, she would pull up his face, try to remember the placement of every freckle, count each thick eyelash. She could still feel his hands on her skin, smell his breath first thing in the morning. She could taste the salt on his neck after a workout, hear his delicate whispers in the heat of night. But his eyes were fading away. She couldn’t get the shade right in her mind; couldn’t remember what shirt made them darker, what time of day they looked the lightest.  

The green was washing away. 

Last winter. A break in filming. Sand beneath their feet; ocean breeze filling their lungs. 

The sun was so bright it hurt her eyes, but she refused to close them, unwilling to miss one single second of time with him. 

He was already burning in the sun; his shoulders tanning, his chest turning red. Every now and then, he’d take off and run into the water, dip below the perfect blue horizon and cool off. She loved those moments the best, when he came back to her dripping and laughing, his hair wet and slicked back behind his jet-fin ears. 

He’d always come back to her, always fall down over her, hold himself up on his big arms and let the ocean water dribble down onto her bare stomach. He’d block the sun for a few precious moments, and all she could see was the halo around him and the love in his eyes. 

“Y/N…” 

She couldn’t open her eyes. They felt so heavy, so dry. It was all so pointless. 

“Y/N, wake up, sweetheart.” 

Dean was hovering again, crouched down at her side. His giant hand was hovering over her forehead as if checking her temperature like a mother would for her child. 

“Don’t- don’t call me that,” she croaked. Her eyes fluttered open and she was met with his worried smile. 

“What should I call you then?” 

“A cab.” 

He laughed softly. “You’re still funny. That’s good.” 

“Is it?” 

She tried to sit up but her spine felt like gelatin. She tried to speak but her throat was ripped to shreds. She tried to cry but her eyes were dry and nothing came out. Her shoulders shook and she moaned pitifully. 

Dean’s jaw clenched, dimples popped above his lip. “You gotta get out of here. You’re not doin’ so well.” 

Y/N curled in on herself, knees and shoulders meeting somewhere in the middle. “Go away.” 

“No.” 

She covered her face. 

He shifted onto his knees. “You gotta get up and find a way out.” 

“There is no way out. We’ve looked a hundred times.” 

He exhaled hard, frustrated and desperate. “You gotta try again. You gotta get out.”

Her eyes fell closed again, her breathing slowed. “He’ll find me. He’ll save me…”

Y/N was still confused when the elevator door opened. Jensen had refused to tell her where they were going or why they were dressed like they were being photographed for GQ. 

‘Wear that purple dress,’ he’d said on the phone with no explanation why. 

Her hand clasped in his, they stepped out into a large empty ballroom. Floor to ceiling windows looked out on a gray morning; the L.A. smog was thick and hung like rain clouds in the sky.

Jensen led her deep into the room and turned to face her. He was nervous, she could tell. His chewed his bottom lip, rubbed his thumb over her hand quickly, breathed a little too fast. 

She laughed gently. “What’s going on?” 

He took a big, calming breath. 

He licked his lips and smiled. 

“Eighteen months ago, we were both here for that HBO after party. You wore this purple dress and I was wearing…” He looked down at his crisp black button down and charcoal slacks. “Well, this.” 

She smiled. “I remember. It was the first time we met.” 

He swallowed hard and held her hand in both of his. His palms were damp. 

“But what you don’t know is that I saw you the very second you walked in.” He bit the corner of his mouth and took a second to collect his racing thoughts. “I was over there by the window talking to Eric and you walked in… It was like the crowd opened up for you. Every head turned; the music stopped.” 

“I don’t think it was that much of an entrance,” she laughed. 

“It was for me.” 

Her heart raced. 

“Jen, what’s going on?” 

He smiled and bent down to kiss her lips. He held her face in his hands, ran his thumbs lightly over her cheeks. She kissed him back, licking at his plump lips.

“I wanted to do that the moment I saw you,” he whispered. 

Her eyes fluttered open and all she saw was green.

“And this…” 

He let her go and dropped down onto one knee. 

He took her hand. 

She held her breath. 

“Marry me, Y/N…”

“I need you to calm down.” 

Detective Lassiter was tucked behind his messy desk, his beer gut smushed against the edge. 

Jensen refused to relax. He paced in front of the man’s desk, his hands rushing through his hair; fists beating at the stale air. 

“I can’t fucking calm down, OK!” His face was red and his jaw hurt from holding his tongue for so long. “You people can’t do shit, you know that? It’s been six fucking days.” 

“Mr. Ackles, please-”

“No. No. No.” He turned to the detective and slammed his hands down on the desk. He leaned in, close to growling. “You need to save her.” 

The older man sat forward. “We are doing everything we can. They’re working on the emails right now. Still hoping there’s traceable DNA on the ring. We will get these bastards. We will find her.” 

Jensen closed his eyes, felt a thousand more tears brewing in his chest. He didn’t know how much longer he could go on without having a complete breakdown. There wasn’t enough bourbon in the world to soothe his soul. 

Only one thing would do. 

Only Y/N.

He was coughing so badly she was sure he was dying. She could hear him from the kitchen, his wet cough rattling above the sound of the screaming kettle. 

She poured the boiling water onto the tea bag and grabbed some Tylenol from the cabinet. 

The room was dark but the light from his cell phone guided her across the soft carpet. 

“Hey…” 

He groaned miserably. 

“You feelin’ any better?” 

He shook his head. “I feel like death.” 

Y/N set the mug of tea down on the nightstand and switched on the lamp. 

He cringed at the light and shielded his eyes with a forearm over his face.

“You better not die on me, Ackles. I’ve still got plans for you.” 

He smiled and sat up a little bit, reaching for the tea. “You can’t get rid of me this easily. Even if it is your fault.”

She gasped in mock offense. “It is not my fault!” 

“You got me sick,” he chuckled and took a sip. 

“Yeah. You’re right. It was all part of my master plan to steal the Impala from you.” She pressed her fingertips together and gave him an evil grin. “Everything is falling into place.”

He laughed. It triggered a cough and she took the tea from him as his body shook. 

“Oh, god, Jen.” Her brow creased with worry and she pressed a cool hand to his cheek. “You’re burning up, baby. I think we should get you to the doctor.” 

Jensen shook his head and grabbed her wrist. He closed his eyes and kissed her palm. “Just stay with me, please.” 

She smiled and settled in next to him. “They couldn’t pull me away…” 

There was screaming coming from above. The words were muffled but the emotion was clear. 

They were coming for her. 

Y/N lay face down on the floor, her fingertip tracing a crack in the concrete. She was tired, so tired, and cold again. The air touching her skin hurt, the strands of hair that touched her forehead felt like knives. 

Dean was standing at the bottom of the stairs, his body locked in a tense defensive pose. He listened to the shouts, eyes narrowed and ears struggling to understand. 

“That’s it,” he huffed, spinning around toward Y/N. “You gotta get up. You gotta go. Now.” 

Boots pounded above. 

Y/N sighed. “It’s fine. He’s coming for me. Jensen is coming. He’ll save me.” 

Dean grit his teeth and knelt down beside her. His voice was deep and firm. “Listen to me. You can still fight. You can get up and fight.” 

She laughed. “I can’t. Look at me. I’m… I can’t fight. They’ll kill me.” 

“Then you go down swinging. You’re not some damsel in distress, Y/N. Get up and fight!” 

Gingerly, she rolled over and looked up at him. “Maybe I am. Maybe I just have to lay here and wait for the cops to show up.” She sighed and closed her eyes, waving him away. “I’m tired, Dean.”

The fight upstairs was growing louder, the boots getting closer to the door. 

Dean slammed his palms against the floor by her head, making her jolt awake. 

“No one is coming to save you. Get up!”

Navy uniforms blurred in his vision. People rushed past the big window, but he stayed put, frozen in the chair beside Lassiter’s desk. 

Jensen was in shock; tired and lost. He had barely heard the detective when he explained the situation. 

They’d tracked down the kidnappers. The S.W.A.T. team was on their way. Just a few more hours and Y/N would be home. 

He just had to wait. 

Finally, Dean got her to stand. Her legs were shaky, but her head was clearing. She knew what had to be done. 

Behind the staircase was an old, rusted tool box. Inside it, a hammer. 

She gripped the wooden handle tight. 

Dean urged her to stand in the shadows beside the staircase. He held her gaze, reassuring her every second that she could do this. She could fight her way out. She could run. 

The boots above stopped. The kitchen light turned on, illuminating the seams around the door at the top of the stairs. 

Y/N steadied her breathing. She bent her knees, planting herself on the spot. 

The door creaked loudly as it was pulled open. 

Her hand trembled. 

Dean nodded reassuringly. “You got this.” 

Heavy footsteps bounded down the stairs and a large man appeared, gun in hand. 

Y/N’s blood was racing, adrenaline coursing through every cell. 

The man turned to the right and Y/N leapt from the left. She lunged forward, swinging the hammer with every bit of strength she had. 

She missed his head, striking him in the forearm. 

The gun fell. 

She pulled her arms back and the claw of the hammer dug into the flesh beneath the man’s chin. He screamed and doubled over, taking the old tool with him. 

Y/N stared down at him, eyes wide with shock and terror. 

“Now!” Dean clapped his hands, stealing her attention back. “Run!”

She could still feel the warmth of the lights on her face; hear the cheers from the crowd. 

Jensen pulled her close and kissed a trail down to her lips. He kissed her forehead, her nose, the top of each cheek. By the time he met her lips, she was laughing into him, so warm, so happy. 

His arms folded around her, his beard tickled her cheeks. 

She clung to his shirt and sighed. 

“I won’t be long,” he whispered. “Just gotta go smile for a thousand photos or so.” 

She groaned. “I don’t wanna let go.” 

He laughed and squeezed her tight. “Me either.”

The kitchen was bright, the lights burned her eyes. She stumbled into a chair and hit her foot against the island. 

Dean was there every step, calling her name, leading her through the worst pain she’d ever experienced. 

“You can do this,” he shouted, urging her to move faster. “Just a little farther. Come on!” 

She pumped her arms, dodged the sparse furniture in the living room, raced for the front door. 

It was locked, bolted and chained. 

“Almost there, kid. Almost there.” 

She focused hard, willing her fingers to cooperate. 

The man shouted from the basement, loud and angry. Dean looked back over his shoulder, and flinched. 

“You gotta hurry, Y/N-”

The chain was the hardest part. Her fingers were numb and tingling; she slipped more than once. 

Boots thudded on linoleum. 

“Come on!” 

She wrenched the door open and tumbled out into the cold night air. The moon was full and bright, the sky clear and inky black. 

She took a breath and steadied herself; bare feet sinking into the snowy lawn. 

Dean was across the street already, silently urging her on with a waving hand and desperate expression. 

Flashing lights pulled her gaze away and she smiled. They’d found her. 

Sirens blared. 

She took a step toward the street. 

Dean shouted her name. 

She smiled. 

A shot rang out and her world fell into darkness. 

Jensen collapsed. 

His knees hit the ground first, then his hands. His palms scraped against the gravel but the sting was irrelevant. 

Someone was touching him, grabbing at his shoulders, trying to help him up, but he shouted and pushed them away. He didn’t want help. He didn’t need comfort. He didn’t want anything. 

His chest burned, his heart raged against his ribcage. The earth beneath him opened up, shattered like his soul. 

“Jensen…” 

He looked up into his own dark eyes. Eyes he’d seen in the mirror for years. Eyes that he’d cried with, laughed with, died with a thousand times. 

Dean sighed. A single tear slid down his cheek.  

“I’m sorry.”

Jensen closed his eyes and Dean faded into nothingness, swept away by the freezing January wind. 

“Keep her safe, Dean,” he whispered. “Stay with her.” 

“Always.”

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[youlooklikeasixtiesqueen]

here are all my thoughts and notes from purcon!! not formatted for tumblr but readable!!!

Day 1:

Opening:

everyone was so happy to be there, and so shocked how many people were there!!! 2500!!!

they showed vids before bringing everyone on stage and continued that throughout the panels. it's a cute touch

Misha auto:

he smiled and i got shaky knees and giggled like a 12 year old with a crush

jensen was at the table next to him!!

very quick but there was a huge line

he signed my book!!

i said "hi misha" and he said hi back

he looked at my destiel shirt and smiled :)

Ty & DJ:

started by telling us thank you for the congrats on their engagement

you can see how much they love each other!!! no pda but the way they look at each other!!

plus they both said multiple times that meeting each other was the best thing that happened

dj has been obsessed with eastenders since the 90s, never missed an episode

ty told everyone not to smoke cigarettes

dj had a glass of wine (it was 1pm)

left 5 mins early to get the Darius auto

Meeting Darius:

so nice and kind!! gentle vibes, literally what you would expect from misha's best friend

i was 2nd in line out of four people

four people in the autograph group so he talked to us all for about 15 minutes as a group

he signed his name on the picture, then asked if misha was going to sign it as well. i said no so he asked if he could sign misha's name for him and we all laughed and i said yes and it literally looks like misha wrote it

he told us him and misha have a competition to see who can bring the other person to a bigger event - darius took misha to the oscars, misha took darius to meet zelensky, but now darius got invited to meet the pope!!

talked to us a bit about filmmaking and how the picture aspect is basically the same throughout film history, but sound changes every week

it took 26 weeks in post for the sound of metal to get the sound right

he's friends with emilia clarke??? and said that she was so upset over the got ending because so many babies have her character's name

he felt the spn ending was rushed

sooooo handsome in person and the nicest voice

darius is getting austrian citizenship bc his grandma was from austria but she had to flee

Mark:

only saw the last bit but he was of course wandering the crowd

talked a lot about mental health and how we're not alone

said the best place to have a panic attack is a spn convention

Sachin & Osric:

fun!! not that interesting but fun!!

sachin just learned about destiel. like minutes before the panel started

talked about being poc in the industry and how much better it has gotten

Jared:

it was fine but again not interesting

talked about pranks

talked about maybe being on the boys

talked about mental health

Misha & Jensen:

an hour late bc they made jensen do photos :(

they played the confession right before they walked on stage???

question queue was very long, they took about five or six not so great questions

someone asked what their fave gym equipment is (wtf) and misha said it's the towel to slap others on the butt with

but they were very fun!!

some people decided to tell a sob story at the mic which wasted time. like they know you love supernatural, they know you're nervous, you don't need to tell them.

they joked around a lot

three touches!! fingers, high five, hug!!!

you can just see how much they adore each other

darius was sitting on the steps but they wouldn't give him a microphone :( hopefully he'll come out at misha's panel tomorrow

Day 2:

Jared & Jensen VIP:

question abt Radio Company coming to Germany

Jensen says they're discussing it, his fave songs are Quarter To and City Grown Willow

Mario Kart characters - Jared Yoshi because he poops eggs, Jensen Blue Shell guy??, his 7yo plays Rosalina, JJ can beat him in Mario Kart now

Jared is 25% German (maternal grandpa)

Jensen wants to turn his next Purcon visit into a vacation

one person is talking so slowwwww

Jensen would want to reshoot Bugs without the bees

They had to do a bee allergy test where someone actually picked up a bee with tweezers and made it sting them

3 part question 🙄 with backstory 🙄 about their kids and if they can grow up normal and if they have a strategy if their kids read fanfic

Jensen played baseball in HS

His first school play was a musical

Mark:

thanked us for letting them do the panels in english without a translator

Crowley was more excited to spend time with Dean instead of being in Hell

Mark went upstairs and helped a fan who had a bad photo with Jared

Got a standing ovation

Ty & DJ:

DJ used anti wrinkle creme on his balls but he stopped when his doctor said it would make him infertile

Ty told us to listen to a 23yo Canandian who sounds like Johnny Cash (Colter Wall??? maybe??)

Ty listens to a lot of country, DJ doesn't really have strong feelings about music

DJ adopted a dog who pissed on his belongings for 10 years - he was supposed to live until about 2 bc of health problems

DJ says to watch the movie Overboard

several questions were asked yesterday

DJ, Ty, and Ty's daughters have matching tattoos (they got them drunk) it's a little skull

Sachin & Osric:

Osric is Timon, Sachin is Pumba

Misha:

couldn't do notes bc i was in line!! wasn't picked tho, because everyone rushed to the microphone before the last panel was over

one person spent five minutes monologuing

misha said people should ask him questions on their knees

Bishagate reference!! He asked a girl if she was coming out as an alien and she said "that's rich coming from you", Darius laughed so much (while he was still on the stairs)

Compared whipped cream to cum

Darius was on stage!!

Jared:

greeted us with Guten Abend, Guten Tag, and howdy y'all

said it's not a goodbye to spn, it's a see you later

said swan song was easier than sacrifice bc he was lucifer for swan song so he had to act... reminder: that's his job...

first question was not a question

second question was a prank question

trivializing the thing where jared put coins in misha's car!!! wtf

praising mark p ew

woman keeps talking about her alarm sound which is german dean

called out a woman's shirt that says "save an impala, ride a winchester"

looks like jared will be on the boys, he basically confirmed it

he likes mountains more than beaches

says they might do a beach episode in the future

talking about the finale and the dean death scene

wants to bring jdm to the next con

Jensen:

GIANT line to ask a question

first woman named her kid Dean Jensen

hates toy slime bc it's all over his house

danneel moves a creepy doll around the house to mess with jensen

question abt cas in the winchesters and cas returning!! how to address the confession!! jensen thinks the confession was a long time coming and beautiful and raw and real!! dean understands cas loved him!! said cas saying he loves dean was clear text (rather than subtext) said cas and jensen found each other and when they meet again cas' feelings are just understood

says demon dean is stronger than soldier boy bc demon dean has no soul

boys question - jensen talks about herogasm, jack quaid just told jensen good luck when he went on set, nobody on set knew what was lube and what was hand sanitizer, he was unprepared to see so many naked people, he was standing next to a guy when the robes came off and he "had to do the glance", couldn't help looking at people having sex "there's four people here in a position i've never seen before"

woman crying while asking a question

woman said dj said he wanted to exchange his husband for jensen, and jensen said he doubts it because ty is pretty great

woman telling bad jokes, one about how women having orgasms is like a snowstorm because you can't see it coming?? not true for either i think

jensen needs to do more solo panels. i could listen to him talk for hours

i can't believe i was in the same room as this man wtf

[ao3feed-cockles]

Rio

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44497663

by MBQ

Jensen stretches out in the king-sized bed. Their view of the strip is only interrupted by a jacuzzi bathtub tucked between marble and glass to the ceiling overlooking The Vegas Strip. The sky is a cold, steely blue from the storms to the south, north and west of Nevada. Low fifties today, his Apple phone has informed him: sweater weather and long sleeves.

Words: 6979, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jensen Ackles

Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins

Additional Tags: Dom Misha Collins, Dom/sub, Sub Jensen Ackles, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Ties, Mishas Thighs have a Significant Role, Misha role plays Harvey Dent, Ties OK they only get through one because things happen, look this fic fucked me up and im scared to reread it, Mild Humiliation, jacuzzi sex, the hotel room is wrecked basically, Moody Misha, Twinky Jensen, Gentle Dom Misha, Face Slapping, Butt Slapping, Recreational Drug Use, No beta cuz i need to move on, Established Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins, semi public masturbation, Semi-Public Sex

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44497663

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

RIP your poor inbox since I found the cockles masterlist and started reblogging three days ago. I feel like I've been staring into the sun. I was around here back in the olden days like ~2012ish and while I strongly suspected what I was seeing back then, I had a lot more room for plausible deniability that they were just "really good friends." But now that I've returned to find an avalanche of ten years worth of their interactions, I think my soul has left my body.

My question was if you knew where I can find the full size gif of the "raised in a barn" jensen fixing mishas suit collar moment? It was the first thing i saw that stopped me in my tracks asking wtf i just watched. Misha literally looks like his brain blue screened between the neck touch and the butt pat. I've seen one or two that are partials or zoomed in from the one I remember.

On a personal note, thank you for all the work you did on that massive list. I'm going thru some stuff rn and these nerds are one of the few things that has made me genuinely smile over the last couple days. How can you be sad while looking at those faces?! I might have fallen hard down the rabbit hole but fuck it, it's warm and cozy down here lol.

haha, i've snared another one! 😆

i'm having a difficult time finding the "born in a barn" moment, but i can offer you the video of the moment itself, featuring an audible ass slap 😉

if you really want gifs, i did find one large one on this post, and here are smaller gifs of the whole exchange. (i'd upload them right here, but they're saving as .webp files and i'd have to go to a site to convert them to .gif files and i'm afraid i just can't be arsed atm.)

hope that's what you're looking for! and i'm glad that i can provide an index of happiness while you're going through tough times. cockles is also one of the few things that has kept me smiling on dark days. take care. <3

[fellshish]

Hi Fells, hope you’re having a nice day. I’m genuinely trying to understand what these horrible homophobic jokes Misha has made have been? Did he maybe make gay people the butt of the joke?(you know like the Js have done? Which seems to be ok with everyone especially when it’s Jensen. Not trying to turn this into a competition, just trying to understand) or did he actually make all those jokes about himself? Because that’s not really problematic to me? people can make jokes about themselves if they’re trying to figure things out? And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with being gender non-conforming while being straight. In fact shouldn’t we encourage these things so that they’ll be normalized and queer people wouldn’t be as easily outed?

I think people have a right to feel what they feel, I don’t think it necessarily stems from a place of rationality, but that doesn’t really matter at all. I do however think it turns into a problem when you express these feelings of hurt by lashing out and being indirectly cruel to people who can actually see it. Like people calling him a coward for supposedly going back into the closet (that one was personally like a slap in the face since it hit a little too close to home) or gatekeeping how people going by a certain label shouldn’t behave. This really isn’t about Misha at this point. A lot of us may have to identify as straight for whatever reason. Are certain behaviors not allowed for us?

I really hope you don’t take this the wrong way. I’m genuinely not trying to be confrontational here. It’s just that some people have been so hurtful these last 3 days(not you) that it’s the first time that fandom drama has actually brought me to tears. Thank you for letting me vent in your inbox anyway<3

Hey there! So sorry to hear you got hurt by some of the takes going around the dash. Please stay safe and log off for your own mental health if that is what you need. Seek out other cool (irl if you have a network) queer people who have open minds. I promise you the gatekeeping is NOT as rampant as it appears from scrolling spnblr the past few days. The lgbtq community has so much room for exploration, for eggs who haven’t cracked yet, for allies, for anyone who diverges from the norm. SO MUCH LOVE. You belong.

My opinion on misha’s jokes, i’ve talked about here. My friend wrote an excellent post about the damages of gatekeeping and another friend wrote this post about the damages some of the current discourse is doing to people wanting to go outside gender norms the way misha does.

Please keep in mind that for big fandom events like this, things tend to settle after a few days. So we’re in the aftershocks likely. My dash is already healing with more destiel content, i hope yours does too. Big hug <3

[laf-outloud]

Congrats you have been selected as the person who will get a definitive answer from me, also because you're the only one who seems to have a brain around here. I'm not sugesting that a slap in the butt implies a relationship, also it think is worth to aclare that the way Jensen slaps Misha's butt is diferent, for instance that time were they didn't know they were being recorded, this is what happened: Misha is walking and then Jensen arrives, he smacks Misha's ass, not in a "come on let's get moving" way but in a "hey there" playfull way, then he says something and Misha laughs, Jensen puts his arm arround Misha and they keep walking. Again i'm not implying that they're on a relationship (maybe) all i'm saying is that Jensen clearly likes that butt, and honestly who could blame him, it must feel awesome, oh the envy.

I think I just threw up in my mouth. Please, don't single me out again. I know you have a real close personal relationship with Moosha's ass, but maybe if you pulled your head out of it once in a while, you'd rejoin the real world and realize that everything you've just said is pure fantasy because what you really want is to see these two guys go at it. They actually have gay porn on the internet if you're that obsessed with guys butts.

[theyarebothgunshot]

So much cockles is on my dash again, including things I have never seen (that video with Jensen singing) or haven't seen in years (Jensen and Misha sitting at a table eating together, the butt slap, photo ops...) and I am just really having the cockles feels ™️ right now 🥺 Why are they so adorable together hello? 💙💚 - anon anon

SAME i also never saw that singing vid orrrr the vid where jensen cheers on maison!! and i liked a bunch of posts right now. my plan is to reblog them when y'all least expect it...........

[pray4jensen]

Do you ever find yourself hating your coworker outside of work yet constantly laughing at their awful jokes, touching them on their disgusting body, and even slapping their butt because you hate them so much? Asking for a friend

hi jensen,

i’m not sure how u found my blog but i think u’r rlly hot and i’m glad u came here for advice

i also am distraught that u have to put up with such behaviour. if i found myself giggling uncontrollably at my enemy coworker’s jokes, constantly groping him and slapping his butt, i would definitely be afraid of the situation escalating. for example, what if u ended up kissing him? gross. therefore, the best way to stay ahead of ur foe is to take control of the situation. don’t let ur hated coworker misha trick u into kissing him. instead, kiss him first. that way, ur arch nemesis can never throw u off course. 

anyway, i love u and i would ask u 2 marry me but then ur boyfriend terrible coworker might get mad at me

sincerely,

jo

p.s. i’m praying 4 u

p.s.s. i’m single and ready to mingle

[mooseintheocean]

I guess it's time to share some stories

Soooooo, this JIB was definitely different from my experience from last year. Idk if better or worse yet but just... different.

But hey, guess who's trash and even though she said she'd never go to JIB in the first place she plans to go next year for the third time? Yeah.

Anyway. With a huge help from my friends (hey guys! Love you!) I managed to live through this weekend sane and they gave great hair advise and put up with my annoying ass! THANK YOU AGAIN BABES! :)

I have Jensen's tongue peeking out through his teeth in our photo op second year in a row, so I count that as a win. And his voice is so freaking deep irl without a mic. Holy crap. In all my photo ops with Js we squished. It was fun. Hugs are so nice. And guys are giving great hugs, i bet they practiced together ;)

And now onto the thing that everyone came here for (cause let's be honest, you don't care about my experience, I don't blame you ;D). Sooo, since I planned my schedule very carefully to maximize my J2 intake for the year (and it nearly worked, I was so close to be 100% successful with doing what I planned) I get to see, nay I was allowed to witness by some higher force, god really wants me to tinhat the shit out of Js, it's clearly not my zero luck ever here, it must be destiny, I was born to see the truth like Js were born for each other (lmao, sorry. I'm riding on fumes here, where's that next weekend at?).

ANYWAY, as I was waiting in line for Misha's autograph, Jared comes in, passes his table all together and goes straight to Jensen's table at the very end (the way it was set up was, they need to cross the room and pass by us to get to their tables and then it's Jared's table - empty table - Misha's table - empty table - Jensen's table) and started stroking and petting Jensen's beard and ears. Delicate stokes, intimate, very nice, very! And at first Jensen didn't even react, not even a flinch, cause he knew it was his boy and then later Jared stayed there, talked for quite some time (they haven't seen each other for almost two hours so you know they missed each other and needed to tell each other everything that happened, lol, jk obviously).

(Also there was a girl waiting right before Jensen's table and if I were her I'd DIE)

And when Jensen was done with his autos literally one person later and was walking out of the room behind Jared and took his beanie off and kept walking and I don't remember what Jared face was, I think like pretended to be shocked and Jensen was just walking away looking back at Jared smiling all happy and heart eye-y.

That's a very nice Sunday afternoon if you ask me.

Monday concert came around and I do enjoy these because live music and the only occasion for me to hear Jensen sing live so.

Jared didn't come up to the VIP lounge after couple songs in (a song or two after Jensen and Brianna sung Shallow) and I honestly was starting to panic that he isn't there because I really wanted to see him one more time. And when Jensen was called out for his next song Jared wanted to wish him good luck (I assume :p) and slapped his butt. Jared really do like Jensen's butt, doesn't he?

And later Jared didn't want to come on stage with everyone but Brianna made him go. And he was hiding behind everyone at first but then he started dancing and singing with everyone, cutie pie. There was that one time during Come Together where they wanted others who didn't sing yet to sing and they made Adam sing, and tried Alex but he didn't want to and then Jared and he didn't want to either but Jensen came to his rescue by starting to sing and he received another lil' butt slap for that :D also Jared was all like, yeah this is who you want to hear sing not me. And overall he was cheering for them and it seemed like all of them had a good time.

Oh! And during one of the songs Jared noticed something funny and he told people in the lounge about it but the as soon as he was on stage he went straight to Jensen to tell him too and if you've seen the videos he REALLY did find it funny too. Jared then proceeded to tell the story to anyone who would listen. I love one happy boy trying to make others laugh!

And I think that's that. The whole weekend went by quickly and Js were nice and I could go on another one of these right now :)

[jensensitive]

So Jared said Jensen likes big butts. Misha has a big butt, which Jensen keeps slapping. Spanking? 1+1=2. I think Jensen likes Misha's big butt.

when did Jared say that lmao

was it like

Jensen: and this is a big "but"

Jared: Jensen likes big butts

but yes Jensen definitely likes Misha's butt, this is fact

[jayankles]

Why Not Both? Part 3

Pairing: Jensen x Reader x Misha → COCKLES X READER

Word Count: 2188

Warnings: Smut (Felatio, Somnophilia, Angry!Misha, Rough Sex?, come play-ish, Cockles kiss)

Summary: You, Misha and Jensen talk about your feelings for one another and end up in a polyamorous relationship. The three of you are equal and love each other with all your heart. Although the sex is great, is the love the three of you share enough to get you through the surprise that is on the other end of the road.

A/N -@thing-you-do-with-that-thing requested a porn gif drabble with cockles x reader and it turned into this; it’s probably going to become a 5-6 part series. This part focuses on Misha and the reader. I hope you’re proud of yourself Kari.

Masterlist

Just thinking about the ways you could wake up Misha made you even wetter than you already were. You could feel your slick from your first orgasm dripping from your throbbing pussy and down your thigh.

Jensen had left the room, butt ass naked, in a rush to leave you and Misha to have your time together. Licking your lips, you looked back at the naked sleeping man on the bed. His soft, creamy, tanned skin visible from the waist down. God he was a sight.

His chest moved up and down as he breathed softly in his sleep, that was all about to change.

Leaning forward, you delicately flick your tongue against his exposed nipple, the action causing them to pebble, his unconscious body responding to your touch. You repeat the action to the other one, giving it the same amount of attention as its twin, its reaction a replica of the other.

Your fingers itched to touch him so they curled around the top of the sheet, your fingertips brushing against the bushy, dark curls that had grown on his pelvic bone. Slowly, you pulled the sheet from his body, careful not to wake him from his slumber just yet, you hadn’t had your fun in waking him yourself.

There he laid, proud and naked, even in his sleep he looked good and he probably didn’t even know it.

With a lick of your lips, you lowered yourself so that you were lying on your stomach across the bed so that you were at a perpendicular angle. Carefully, you pushed at his left thigh – the one furthest away from you – and lightly dug your fingernails into the meat of his thighs.

His soft cock rests upon his stomach, you eye it hungrily, the taste of him from the previous night settling in your mouth once again, you can’t wait to feel him inside of you but first you need that salty come in your mouth.

You take his length in hand, delicately wrapping your fingers around his shaft and tilting it upwards, towards you. Your thumb rubbed the tip of his cock, his length twitching from sensitivity.

He was starting to wake.

You took the tip of him into your mouth, teeth scraping against the skin. Suddenly, a mix of a gasp and a groan erupted from the base of Misha’s throat as he lurched upwards, sending him further into your mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N/N. What are you doing? Not that I’m complaining but you know, your mouth is on my dick.” His voice is deep and gravely and thick with sleep.

Leisurely, you sat up, leaving his cock with a wet pop. Straddling his naked thigh, you rubbed yourself against him, your slick heat wetting his leg in the process.

“Just enjoying one of my man’s,” you slid your hands up his abdomen and up his chest, your fingers curling around the back of his neck and pulling him up so that he was as close to you as possible, his chest to yours and breaths mingling. “Very sexy bodies. Can’t a woman just enjoy the company of her man? Besides, I missed your taste, you tasted so good last night. Just had to have another helping of you.”

He encouraged your movement on his muscly thigh, his fingernails digging into your hips, pushing and pulling at you to get the friction that the both of you craved so much.

“You’re a greedy little princess, aren’t you? But I think you’re a little wet down there, huh? How did that happen, you start without me?” Misha’s tone darkened, presenting his alter ego, Cas as he called it, he used when scaring the bar ruffians and when some bar patrons’ behaviour got out of hand.

it was hard to tell whether he was angry or aroused. Either one of those turned you on. His facial expression remained neutral, hard to tell whether he was pissed off by the fact that you and Jensen had started without him or he would have been excited, it would have been the both of you and he would experience it through you.

He hadn't said anything. Not yet. It was starting to make your insides crawl with worry. Had you done something wrong by getting Jensen to scratch the itch that you had in the morning after just waking up.

“Mish, I-I’m sorry. I didn't-” before you could proceed with your apology, it was cut short by his lips. They harshly latched onto yours, but giving you time to breathe nor prepare for what was to come next.

He flipped the both of you on the bed, no doubt causing a ruckus with the loud metallic springs in the mattress and the surprised squeals that erupted from your lips after you managed to detach them from Misha’s.

“What did I tell you last night, huh?” He scolded you in an abnormally evil voice, you barely recognised it. When you didn’t answer, he roughly pinned your arms to the side of your head, silently demanded one. “Answer me!”

“You said that my pussy is yours.” You quietly quoted his words, ashamed that you hadn’t let Misha have his fair share of you but his deeper voice doing things to you that had stirred something in the pit of your stomach that you hadn’t experienced before. You were ready for him to do things to you that you hadn’t even thought of doing yet.

But he surprised you, squinting his eyes at you and nodding as you gave him the correct answer. His grip loosened on your wrists but they trailed down the length of your arm, grappling onto your hips, the tips of his fingers finding the bruises he had previously made.

“You disobeyed me, Princess. You didn’t listen to me, did you?”

He really shouldn’t be turning you on but the dominance and the deep voice was a lethal combination that he could use on you.

“I’m sorry, Mish. What are you going to do?” Am I going to be punished? You thought, biting your bottom lip and batting your eye lashes at him. You wouldn’t mind whatever path he chose to take.

Unexpectedly, he flipped you again and lifted your ass into the air.

Swish! Smack! Crack!

You sucked in a breath, gasping at the relatively new sensation, it made your insides tingle and your pussy throb, you were ready for him, whatever he would give you.

“You’ve been a naughty little girl, Y/N/N. Not listening to me when I specifically told you that your sweet little pussy was mine.” He growled, giving your ass another smack. Moaning, you buried your  face into the pillow, hiding a muffled scream; one that bordered on the pain within the pleasure.

He wasn’t fucking around when he told you that he wanted you next.

Teasing you, he rubbed the tip of his cock against your wet slit and down to your clit, not yet penetrating you.

Your pussy clenched around nothing but your hips had a mind of their own, thrusting back against him but another hard hand connected with your ass and you yelped, moving away from him.

He reached around easily finding your clit, his fore and middle finger squeezing the sensitive mound. You cried out, one hand shooting down south, wrapping around his hand, not knowing whether to keep him there or to push them away.

Suddenly, Misha pushed the tip of his cock inside of you, he didn’t give you any time to adjust before he was buried deep within you.

Gasping out his name, you pushed back against him again but his hips snapped and he plunged into you. He was rough, pushing deeper and deeper into you with every thrust of his hips. He set a punishing rhythm; fast and furious but he was drawing pleasure from the both of you and that was all that mattered.

“Mish…oh, f-fuuuck.” You whimpered and whined as he swiveled and gyrated his hips, his pelvis digging into your ass as the sound of skin slapping against each other filled the bedroom. A thin sheet of sweat coated both of your bodies as he fucked into you.

On the other side of the door, Jensen was finishing up the pancakes and eggs, plating them up and setting them on the table. He smirked at the growling and the groaning coming from the bedroom that the three of you had now shared. The sounds of your high pitched whimpers and Misha’s grunting made Jensen’s cock twitch.

He gripped his dick, wrapping his fingers around it and pumping the throbbing length.

Misha’s balls tightened as he got closer to his release, he pinched and rolled your clit in time with his now erratic thrusts. The all too familiar feeling of the coil started winding and tightening in your lower stomach.

With two more hits of his pelvis against yours, he shouted as his release overtook him. He spilled into you, white hot spurts of his come coating your inner walls. Your own orgasm took over your body, you were a quivering mess, your thighs shaking and your stomach and face contorting. Misha twitched inside you, allowing you to milk him for all he had.

Red hand prints welled upon your skin as you and Misha collapsed in a heap of limbs on the bed. After a moment of catching your breaths, he pulled out of you and flopped onto his side next to you. His actions were surprisingly soft and sweet instead of the rough and tough you had experience not too long ago, carefully brushing away any hair that had been stuck to your forehead with the sweat that the both of you had accumulated through your hardcore morning workout.

Puckering his lips, he learned forward, pressing his lips to yours in a slow and sensual kiss. It was unexpected but that was what you got when you were with the unpredictable Misha. Your eyes fluttered closed as he slightly deepened the kiss.

“Mish?” you whispered as you pulled away, biting him bottom lip in the process.

He hummed, stroking the apple of your cheek, looking into your eyes. He was listening.

“Are you really mad? It was my fault…don’t blame Jensen. He said that I should wait but I didn’t lis-”

Once again his lips cut off your apology, silently tell you not only to shut up but that it was okay. That is was an act.

“That answer your question, Princess?”

You blinked your eyes open at the pleasurable surprise attack, fingers trailing up the side of his face and into the dark strands of his hair. “I think I need a little more explanation.” Licking at the corner of your mouth, your lip curled into a smile.

“Unbelievable.” Misha rolled his eyes and you giggled, moving to lie on his back and taking you with him before he kissed you with a smile on both of your faces.

When he pulled away, he peppered tiny kisses over your cheeks and down your neck before he abruptly disappeared, holding out a hand for you to take after you whined at him.

Grabbing onto his outstretched hand, you curled your fingers around them and allowed him to delicately pull you up and into his chest.

Running your hands up his chest and over his shoulders, you asked, “you hungry?”

“Fucking ravenous.” He exclaimed, wrapping his arm around your waist, easily hoisting you into the air, legs instinctively winding around his hips as a feat of giggles and squeals erupted from your lips. “I hear sizzling. Must be the bacon.”

“I think Jens made us breakfast.” You said, tracing a finger over Misha’s lips. “Pancakes and eggs too.”

“God, he’s awesome. Love him.”

You hummed.

“You and me both Mish, you and me both. Let’s go eat.”

Without putting you back on the floor, Misha carried you through your house and into your kitchen as if you weighed nothing. You caught the smirk on his face as he glanced over your shoulder in which you could only assume was in Jensen’s direction.

Misha carefully seated you on the chair, walking over and stealing a piece of the stacked pancakes before he licked off the remnants of the syrup and grabbed Jensen’s wrist.

The latter tilting his head and raising his eyebrow in confusion until a smirk arose on Misha’s face.

Misha brought Jensen’s fist up, keeping eye contact with each other whilst you sat back an watched the interaction of your lovers.

“Enjoy the sounds you heard, Jensen?”

Before Jensen could respond, Misha licked at Jensen’s balled up fist; the salty taste of Jensen’s come coated Misha’s tongue.

All three of your moans filled your kitchen as Misha enjoyed Jensen’s taste but the former wasn’t done, Jensen was pulled closer to Misha and their lips met in a bruising kiss, one more erotic than the one that you had shared with either of them.

“If you don’t stop, our breakfast will be cold and all my efforts will be wasted.”

Needless to say, the three of you had a delicious yet sticky breakfast.

[mlovesstories]

Adopting An Angel 4

Warnings: foster care feelings, language, violence (not toward a character), hatred toward person, 

Word count 2250ish

Summary:  YN gets some frustrating news and doesn’t take it well.  

AN- I don’t know a lot about the court system, so sorry if it’s not correct, but I hope you like it anyway.  Danneel is a boss. 

Danneel, Jensen, and the kids. Aaron!Caseworker

YN had been living with the Ackles’ for a few weeks. They were off to Dallas for Easter to visit Jensen’s family. YN was beyond nervous.

Will they like me?  

Do I look nice?

I can’t do this.

“Danneel?”

“What’s up, YN?” The mom of four was packing the little ones’ clothes for the trip. She noticed YN’s tense body. “Are you nervous?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you some inside information on Jensen’s parents if you help me get the babies ready,” she grinned. “Do you know how nervous I was to meet the cutest boy in Hollywood’s parents?”  YN giggled.  

“Okay,” YN responded. “I don’t want them to hate me. I love being here, and I don’t want to be moved because I mess up,” she stated honestly.

“Kiddo, look at me. We aren’t going to have you put anywhere else other than here. They are sweet and adorable, and they will want to crush you with hugs because they already love you. You won’t mess it up. YN, you make life fun, we want you here.”

“What if I say something mean on accident or don’t shake their hands, or have good manners?”

“The fact that you are worried so much tells me that you will be fine in all of those areas, YN.” Danneel stroked her arm, halting her packing. They both heard Arrow crying through the baby monitor. Danneel already had Zeppelin in her arms while trying to pack, so YN volunteered to go get her. 

____________

On the road trip from Austin to Dallas, YN played with JJ in the back seat.  They counted, sang the alphabet, and giggled.  A lot.  After about an hour, JJ fell asleep.  YN didn’t mind. She ended up holding JJ’s hand and falling asleep too.

“Psst! Jay!” Danneel whispered as her husband drove. He glanced at her and then back at the road. “Look at our girls,” she smiled. He used the mirror to view the backseat. Once he saw they were both out, he grinned and grabbed Danneel’s hand.

“She’s so perfect,” Jensen commented with a smile.

_______________

They arrived at Jensen’s parents’ house soon after the Ackles’ children woke up from their naps.

“Deep breath, you’ll be okay, I promise,”  Danneel whispered as she, Jensen and YN unbuckled and took the younger ones out of the vehicle.

“Thanks,”  YN faintly smiled.

Introductions went well.  YN felt welcomed in Jensen’s parents’ home.  They didn’t treat her any differently than the other three children of the family.  By keeping the expectations the same for all, YN felt included.  She slowly contributed to conversation, but she still needed some prompting from the adults.

“You’re fine, YN.  You’ve come out of your shell so much since we first met you,”  Jensen told her when he noticed she was off to the side of the living room.  “You need a break?”  She nodded. “Okay, come on.”  He told Danneel that YN, he and the twins were going on a walk.

“Okay.  Have fun!”

_____________

When they entered the house after their walk, the four moved toward the sound of Danneel’s voice.

“Her mom is filing for custody? Is she truly ready though? Aaron, she is settled here and she-“ Danneel stopped when she heard a gasp. “I gotta go, thank you for your time.”

YN’s eyes went wide as she realized what was going on.

No. Aaron can’t move me again! 

She wanted to run, but she had Arrow in her arms. YN sniffled, put Arrow down next to her toys and walked swiftly out of the house Into the backyard. Danneel ran after her. She found YN in the corner of the yard behind a shed, broken.

“No! I don’t want to go!” YN screamed when she saw Danneel.

“I know,” she kept his voice calm as she sat next to her in the dirt. Danneel let her cry and didn’t stop YN when she threw some rocks against the fence.

“Is it really going to happen? She’s a bitch. She doesn’t care about me,” YN told of her mother. “She’s tried this before, Danneel. It worked once, but then she was caught with drugs so I went back in to foster care. I can’t go back and forth. I’m tired,” YN recovered.

“I don’t know how far along in the process this is, but we can tell the judge what you just said. But if and until it actually happens, we will think good thoughts,” Danneel gave YN a hopeful smile. “We will not let this ruin our vacation, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” YN wiped away a stray tear.

“Do you like working out, YN?”

“I’ve run track before, why?”

——————-

“You ready?”  Danneel had convinced YN to get up early and go for a run with her.

“Yes, but why are we doing this?”

“Because you need a stress reliever. Physical activity helps,” Danneel walked passed her.  “Come on!”

They were both surprised with each other’s stamina. Both ladies ran two miles and then headed in for some coffee before everyone else woke up.

“Feel better?” Danneel untied and took off her running shoes.

“Yes, actually. Thank you.”

“Breakfast?”

“Yes, please.”

————————

Aaron called again. Danneel and Jensen went to talk to YN after the younger ones were asleep.

“Hey, YN. Whatcha doing?” Jensen led his wife into YN’s room.

“Reading,” she answered. “I heard you on the phone with Aaron. What’s going on?”

“Well,” Jensen started as he sat on her bed and took her hand, “he said that your mom has filed for cus-“

“DAMMIT! Why? She is scum, Jensen! You can’t let her have me!” YN was beyond angry. She stood up and threw her pillow across the room. YN knocked the J2 picture off of her side table and broke the frame. The teenager pounded her fists into her bed and then started hitting herself. Danneel moves from her seated position on the floor to YN and grabbed her wrists away from her body. This allowed Jensen to put her small frame on his lap and squeeze her tightly.

“I don’t know, baby, I really don’t.” He wanted to cry, himself. Jensen hated this for her.

————

“Do you think we handled that well, babe?” Danneel climbed into bed next to Jensen.

I think so. I can’t blame her. She’s been through hell, Dee. We don’t know a lot of it, either. We just gotta be there for her.”

“Yeah. I just feel so bad.”

“Dee,” she looked up at him as he said “we have to be objective. Yes, this whole situation with her mom sucks, but YN will be all over the place emotionally for a while. Her whole life is changed over and over. Unfortunately it is sad and we feel it, but she needs us strong. I know that puts a lot on you with the other kiddos but she can’t see us be upset, ya know?”

“I get it. She’s amazing. It breaks my heart-“ Danneel was interrupted by a knock on the upper half of the door.

YN. 

“Come in!” The parents were surprised by YN needing something so late.

She opened it and said “I can’t sleep. I’m so sorry, but I didn’t know what else to do. I’m so tired, but I can’t.“

“We understand,” Danneel smiled. “How can we help get you to sleep?” YN looked everywhere but her foster parents. “Just ask, YN. No judgements here. I had a baby monitor in my room until I moved out because I had nightmares. It’s okay to ask for help.”

“Can you hug me?” YN asked out of embarrassment. “I need a hug.”

“I’ll do you one better. Why don’t we have a slumber party in the living room, just you and me?” Danneel wished her foster daughter could relax, but she knew the whole situation kept them all on edge.

“Really?”

“Let’s do it,” Danneel got out of bed, grabbed her pillow and a few extra blankets, kissed her husband and exited.

“I’m sorry, Jensen. I’m sure you don’t get a lot of time with Danneel. Now I stole her from you.”

“Stop saying you're sorry. Do you think you need Danneel around to fall asleep?” He sat up.

“Uhhh. I think so.”

“Then you have nothing to feel bad about. I’m about to go to sleep anyway. Now, get your butt down there before I have to carry you,” he grinned at his empty threat.

“Yes, sir,” YN laughed. “Goodnight, Jensen.”

—————-

“I think we have enough pillows and blankets, don’t you?” Danneel giggled.

“I think so too!” YN agreed. Even though they hadn’t really started their sleepover, YN was already relaxing. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course!”

“I loved One Tree Hill. I saw reruns, but how was it?  Being on a show like that?  Chad Michael Murray was hot.”

“Haha! A learning experience for sure. But we had fun,” Danneel answered.

“Cool. That slap between you and Sophia was so scary,” YN added.

“I was terrified,” Danneel admitted. “I thought for sure one of us was going to get hurt. I’m so glad you liked the show.”

“How did you meet Jensen?”

After what seemed like forever, YN fell asleep on a pile of pillows.

——————

Jensen walked into the living room with JJ the next morning.

“Can we wake them up?” JJ wanted to jump into the fun.

“Gently. Let’s not scare them, okay?” He was afraid it would be too much for YN.

“Okay,” JJ said. She walked over to YN and kissed her check, lied on top of her, and waited. YN stirred, and Jensen laughed, waking up Danneel.

“Did you ladies have fun last night?” Jensen raised a brow.

“She told me all your secrets, Jensen.” YN beamed  and sat up with JJ now on her lap. She wanted to see how far she could take this. She’d known the family well enough now that she could try some trouble.  “Danneel told me about the time you were on set and you messed with Misha and the computer screen-“

“OKAY! Probably not for a little one’s ears. Dee!  Such a traitor!” He looked back at YN. “Glad you had some time together. Proud of you, YN.” He saw how much she was opening up. Aaron was right, she was very funny.

“Thanks, Jensen.”

____________

Danneel sat down with YN a few weeks later.  

“Aaron called.”

“Great.  What did the Bad News Bear have to say now?”  YN hated it.  All of it.

“Manners, kiddo.  It isn’t Aaron’s fault.”

YN ducked her head. “Sorry,” she returned her gaze.

“The hearing is coming up, baby.”

“I’ll start packing,”  YN stood from her bed and grabbed a bag.  At this point, she was so used to change, she just assumed she would soon be changing homes.  Again.  

“What? Why?”  Danneel took the bag and tossed it back in its place. “I will fight for you, YN.  We don’t want you to go.  I don’t know your mom’s story.  You can tell us as you feel comfortable, but I do know that you are sweet, and kind, and caring, and you are not those things when you talk about her. That tells me that something bad happened where she lost your trust.  You’ve been here for a while, do you like living here?”

“Of course.  I love it here, but it never works out for kids like me, Dee.  In the system, we aren’t worth shit.”

“Okay, then let’s make her work for getting you back. You are worth so much more than you think, YN.  We will do our best in this yucky situation.  And you are not allowed to pack until they drag you out of here, capiche?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Now, don’t you have some homework to do?”

“Ugh.  I hate homework,” she whined using a high-pitched voice.

“That ain’t gonna fly.  Get busy,” Danneel laughed and left the room.  

_____________

It was now summer.  Jensen was on hiatus, and the older children were out of school.  YN was thankful that they could all be together for her court hearing.  

“You ready, YN?”  Danneel walked in and saw her packing. “Hey!  What. Did. I. Say?”

“It’s gonna happen.  It always does.  I haven’t seen her since I was nine, Dee.  Nine!  And now she wants me back?  She wants control, that’s what she wants!’  YN threw a shirt into her suitcase with emphasis.  

Danneel walked to YN.  “YOU are giving her the control right now.  Look at how angry you are right now.  You are fifteen years old.  You have more power than you think.  Did you finish your speech for the judge?”

“Yes, but I’m afraid I will just yell.”

“Jensen and I will be right there.  We’ll help you.”  Danneel faced YN and put her hand on YN’s shoulder, still respecting YN’s boundaries about touch.  YN almost ran into Danneel’s arms.  “We’ll figure it out.”

__________

When they arrived at the courthouse in their formal clothes, YN started shaking.  Others wouldn’t have noticed, but her foster parents did.  Danneel grabbed her hand and squeezed it three times.  “I love you,”  Danneel didn’t even look at YN to know that calmed her down.  

“Ditto,” YN responded.  

They walked into their assigned courtroom where they met Aaron at the prosecution table.  

“Hey, YN,” Aaron smiled faintly.  He knew she hated the predicament she was in.  

“Can we just get this over with please?”  YN’s attitude turned sour.  Jensen and Danneel noticed, but they didn’t respond.  

As they waited for the judge, they heard, “Hey, YN baby.  How you doin’?”  

YN turned, “Hi, Mom.” 

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[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 6x15: “The French Mistake”

THEN: Angels are a thing. Raphael vs Castiel. Balthazar, known for stealing heavenly weapons that Cas needs. He happens to be on Cas’ side. Demonic calls. Ruby. 

‘Twas a dark and stormy night...

Hello, Balthazar.

“You did. Twice. Good for you.”

Love that snark.

Balthazar just trashing the place just to find his ingredients.

Oh dear.

Hello, Virgil.

Oh my god, the casual butt slap that Dean was not ready for, hahahaha.

And it begins.

Why would that be your first question, omg.

“Or we could have them fly at the window, then freeze frame. Then cut to black, act out.”

“Freeze frame.”

“Um, yeah, freeze frame.”

Oh goodness.

What an ambitious episode.

“Oh crap! I’m a painted whore!” Hon, there are worse things than wearing makeup.

“No, seriously. Why? Why would anybody want to watch our lives?”

“Well, I mean, according to that interviewer, not very many people do.”

pfft.

Multiple Babys.

“Dear Castiel, who art maybe running his ass away from heaven, we pray that you have your ears on. So... Breaker breaker...” Why does Dean keep mentioning Cas’ ass in these “prayers”?

I can’t stop giggling. This is clearly not Cas.

You know what tho? This scene they’re “rehearsing” is all somewhat true.

Misha’s so cute.

“Hola Mishamigos. Jsquared got me good. Really starting to feel like one of the guys.” ‘Mishamigos’ is too fucking cute.

Is this what their trailers are really like?

Dean’s okay with being from Texas.

Not as okay with being on a soap opera.

Sam’s little flinch when Dean “stabs” him.

Omg, the crew member who had to run after them.

Clif!

“Dude, we're not even in America.” Dean takes such such personal offense to being in Canada.

The paintings!

The alpaca!

Genevieve!

THE FUCKING ALPACA HAS A FRAMED PHOTO ON THE MANTEL.

Their actual wedding photo is so sweet tho

Who came up with this??

“Well, looks like you did all right.”

“Yeah. Yeah. I should figure out her name.”

Perfect joke, perfect timing.

Omg the picture of cowboy Jared.

“Money, man. there is nothing like it.” Amen.

“You have been Sam Winchester way too long.” Aww.

“We’re not doing anything illegal, are we?”

“Would it make you feel better if I said no?”

“No.”

pfft.

omg Misha.

Oh lord, here we go.

Why does Dean get so damn stiff??

NOT LIKE THAT SAM.

I’m gonna bust a lung from laughing, omg.

Misha watching what he believes is a breakdown.

“imho J and J had a late one last night. rotflmao”

“Plus, Clif says they're smuggling illegal stuff in from Mexico.” pfft, Clif snitched on them.

“Misha's celebrity tweet says it's a black-market organ thing. I'm betting drugs.” lmao.

“Look, I was up all night, looking online.” Sam didn’t even sleep.

Magic and the supernatural doesn’t exist in this universe.

“No angels.” Basically, they’re trapped.

Why hello, Virgil.

OH MY GOD. Beating the shit out of Virgil looks so wrong out of context.

“You're dead, Virgil! Virgil! I'm gonna break your friggin' neck!” LMAO WAS YELLING THAT NECESSARY.

“Maybe it'd help if I – I'll fly up and talk to them.”

“You know, I'm not sure Jared and Jensen...know who she is, strictly speaking. She's, you know, new. No offense.”

“Right.”

“Yeah, I think what we might need at this stage is for Kripke to come up himself. He created the show. They'll listen to him.”

Ok, the bullshit part of this episode. Not cool, guys.

Aww no, here comes the sad part.

nooo.

Sam’s just now realizing the damn key is gone??

“You heard my brother. That's right, I said 'brother.' 'cause you know what, Bob? We're not actors. We're hunters. We're the Winchesters. Always have been, and always will be.” Dean no. NO DEAN.

“And yeah, okay, here, maybe there's some – some fans who give a crap about this nonsense.”

Me neither.

I feel so damn sorry for Meta!Misha.

“What are you about to do?” Meta!Misha’s last words.

RIP Meta!Misha Collins. Killed by Virgil.

“Misha! He’s been stabbed to death!”

“Where?” “Where?”

“Where?!”

haha.

How did they even get past the police?

Dean was kind enough to pay the homeless man. 

“I mean, how bad can an angel with no wings be?” Pretty bad if he has guns.

RIP random guy who walked into the gun shop. Killed by Virgil.

“No hell below us, above us only sky.” Ha, “Imagine.”

“We just don't mean the same thing here. I mean, we're not even brothers here, man.” Aww.

Real Eric Kripke? [After episode edit: Nope.]

RIP Eric Kripke. Killed by Virgil.

RIP Bob Singer. Killed by Virgil.

RIP 2 or 3 people. Killed by Virgil.

GO.

Hello, Raphael.

“Raphael? Nice meatsuit. Dude looks like a lady.” REALLY DEAN.

“You see, they were so well-hidden that I needed time to find them. So, I volunteered these two marmosets for a game of fetch with Virgil. You two were such an adequate stick. Thank you. Thank you, boys.” Cat’s out.

YAASS CAS.

“If you don't want to die tonight, back off.” I FUCKING LOVE ASSERTIVE CASSSSS.

“Well, Cas...Now that you have your sword, try not to die by it.”

“Cas, what the hell? Wait, wait, you were in on this, using us a diversion?” 

“It was Balthazar's plan. I would have done the same thing.” 

Yikes.

“Yeah, Cas. We know the stakes. That's about all you've told us!” The stakes should be enough to make you understand!

Cas constantly apologizes for “all this”.

And Dean always complains about “freaking angels”.

“Oh, and, uh, we're broke again.” That’s the biggest loss.

“Hey... at least we're talking.” ha ha, Sam.

[ao3feed-cockles]

Turning the Tables

read it on the AO3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/15174845

by FieryAngel

It's 2017 and Jensen, Jared and Misha are in San Diego for promo leading up to their Comic Con panel. Misha is trapped inside his own head, thinking about everything he has on his plate and he really needs to let go for a night and put himself into Jensen's capable hands.

Or, the one where Jensen finally tops again.

Words: 6509, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Cockles

Fandoms: Supernatural RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki

Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins

Additional Tags: SDCC2017, Established Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins, Established Relationship, Polyamory, Bottom Misha, Dom/sub Undertones, Sub Misha, Bondage, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Top Jensen, Misha needs a break, Blindfolds, Handcuffs, Ankle Cuffs, Multiple Sex Positions, Mirror Sex, Boys In Love, Hotel Sex, Kissing, Neck Kissing, Touching, Sensory Deprivation, Butt Slapping, Power Exchange, Jared Knows, Danneel and Vicki know, Unsafe Sex, Self Voyeurism, is that a thing?, It is now, Finger Sucking, Miscommunication, sort of, No one is complaining here folks!, Soft Jensen Ackles, Needy Misha Collins, Wordcount: 5.000-10.000

read it on the AO3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/15174845

[dancingalone21]

Fuck, Marry, Kill

Prompt: “Seriously? You want him over me?”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Requested by: @frickfracklesackles

A/N: This takes place just after Season 4 wraps up.

~

“Alright your turn, Padalecki. Fuck, Marry or Kill…” You start off, ungracefully maneuvering yourself into an Indian style position on his couch.

“I pick Gen for Fuck and Marry. I’ll Kill everyone else.” He declares stubbornly wrapping his large muscled arm around his new girlfriend’s shoulders.

“Those aren’t the rules!” You blurt out, chucking a nearby empty beer can in his direction. Of course the giant catches it effortlessly even though he’s pretty buzzed at this point in the game. Then again…you, Gen and Jensen are also pretty liquored up yourselves.

“Fuck the rules, man.“ Jared playfully bites Gen on the side of her face causing them both to crack up.

“Yeah we get it. You two are in love and shit.” Jensen produces a dramatic gagging noise that makes you join in on the laughter. 

“Give them a break, Jay. They finally got together.” You lean over on the couch to slap his chest, unsuccessfully hiding your reaction over how firm it feels. His automatic smirk quickly disappears when you decide to smack him harder.

“It’s your turn, hun! Hmmm let’s see.” Gen’s devious grin makes you immediately cringe, even in your alcohol induced state you can tell she’s up to something.

“Misha, Jensen and Jared.” She claps amused with herself waiting for your inevitable reaction.

“Oh I hate you.” You knock back the rest of your strawberry margarita and ignore the instant brain freeze as you pour yourself some more. It’s probably not the smartest idea, you’ve had too much booze already but why the hell not. You’re celebrating the wrap of season 4 at Jared’s place and decide to just go with the flow.

“That’s an easy one.” Jensen butts in letting an overly cocky demeanor overtake him. He shifts himself closer to you before glancing at Jared and Gen. It makes your heart jump into your throat, his delicious smell distracting you even more than before.

“I love Misha but I’m not attracted to him like that. So the poor bastard gets killed.” You hesitate slightly, having an inner battle on what to say next. Even though this is a stupid game, you’re terrified that Jensen with somehow see through it and find out your feelings for him. 

“I would Fuck Jensen and Marry Jared.” Total lie. You’ve wanted to marry Jensen ever since you first met him a few years ago. This charming fucker has stolen your heart and he doesn’t even know it.

“Yeah see I kne…wait what?!” Jensen’s deep voice rises, his eyes widen in shock as he leans back a bit to get a better look at your face.

“What?”

“Seriously? You want him over me?”

“I picked Fuck. You’re acting like I picked Kill.”

“Yeah I don’t see the problem.” Jared chuckles knowingly as he adjusts the beanie on his head, enjoying the agitation on his best friend’s face.

“Yeah but that would mean just us fucking once. Marrying me would obviously mean endless fucking. So clearly that’s the choice you should pick!” Jensen exclaims surprising even himself. Damn it. So much for keeping his love for you under control. Whispering curse words under his breath, he plays it off like it’s nothing.

“Someone’s touchy.” Gen giggles loudly, the whiskey in her system finding it funnier than it is.

“No shit. Besides who says I would want that?” You challenge shifting your body completely in your co-star’s direction.

“Oh trust me. You would want that.” Jensen scoffs almost awkwardly, proceeding to chug the rest of his beer.

“If I wanted it…I would’ve said it. Don’t ya think?” You respond casually, now studying all of his uncomfortable movements.

“I don’t like this game.” Jensen grumbles with a pout, throwing his feet up onto the large wooden coffee table.

“Who says it has to be a game…”

~

[sammyhale]

J2 JIBCon 2017 Second Saturday Panel

At the beginning of the panel Jared sits on Jensen’s knee and then his phone falls out of his pocket lol.

J2 are given a toy mic and they proceed to throw it in the air for each other so they can kick it around lol.

Jensen: Hey Jared. Jared: Hey Jensen. Do you have a joke about alligators? Jared: What do you call a crocodile in a vest? An investigator. Jensen: Welcome to the dad joke segment of the day. It’s gonna be a punny night. 

Will they do Tough Mudder again? Jensen: We’d love to. Asks the fans to write their wives and ask for some time off. Fans offer to babysit. They will do it again but don’t know when or where but Jensen thinks they will do it again. Jared: Team Naked. 

Jensen looks at Jared and says “hang on.” He reaches to grab a fuzz or a hair that’s on Jared’s chin. Jared attempts to lick him but not before Jensen is able to snatch it lol. Jared laughs gleefully, then tells a story about when J2, Gen and Danneel were out and dinner and Jensen was getting something off of Jared’s face and Jared did the same thing (licking his hand). Jensen: Both of our wives were like, what is wrong with you guys? :P Boys are cracking up.

Fan is asking if there was ever a scene or storyline they read that made them think, yes, this is exactly what my character is. Jared: That’s a fucking great question. The boys talk to each other for a few seconds before Jensen says for this season in particular, Regarding Dean was one of his favorite episodes of the season and series. Because it gave him range of play and allowed him to go from dramatic, emotional to funny and ridiculous. It was a lot of fun. 

Jared: Yeah, and he was great. For Jared, he goes back to Heart, mentions there are some recent ones. Jensen: What was that, like season 3? Jared: Two. Jensen: Two? So 10 years ago you did something you were proud of? Jared: Yep. Did you not? Jensen: No, man. I get better with age. 

Jared mentions Heart, I Know What You Did Last Summer, Sacrifice, Red Meat. Jensen: I will say one thing about this one (Jared) and I’ve said this before. Jensen talks about The End, how it’s one of his favorite episodes of the whole series. He knew it was gonna be a heavy episode. Had to play two different versions of Dean opposite each other. He really worked hard on it, did a lot of homework and prep. It was very difficult. Jensen: and then, asshole here shows up like day 8 in his white suit as Lucifer and like nails it, like out of the park nails it. Well, that just became Jared’s best episode.

As Jensen is praising Jared, Jared is staring at the ground shyly. He nudges and pats Jensen a couple times in thanks. 

Fan says she loved the finale, is wondering if the goggle scene was scripted or improv? It was not scripted. Jared and Jensen were asked to break through a wall that was 18 inches of real concrete. They had them test hitting the concrete. There was a ton of debris flying at them. The boys were like, asking two Texans to do this? Challenge accepted! 

They didn’t ask for goggles at first. Jensen got some debris in his eye. Stunt coordinator came in and said: “These guys get eye-wear, period.” He said they would put in stunt doubles if they didn’t have goggles because it became a safety issue. They were “beating the shit” out of the wall. Their props lady, Robin, found some old school leather goggles. Even with the goggles on, Jensen would hit and kind of turn away because the rock was like cutting his face. They were going at it. The crew had told them: You can’t get through this. J2 looked at each other like, let’s do it. Jensen: You don’t challenge us with like physical feats. They were beating on the wall longer than what was shown in the episode. They were proud and they broke through. The set design and art department were like how did you break through 18 inches of concrete in like 60 seconds? Jensen: ‘Cause we’re awesome, that’s why. Jared: I believe we said, because we’re not the Losechesters. J2 both do a mic drop. 

Question about their friendship. Boys joke that their relationship is like a friendship prison for 12 years. They then answer seriously. Jared: “You know what’s fun? Somebody told me one time that their definition of friendship was when you could be around somebody and be silent. He and I fly a lot together from Vancouver to Austin...and a lot of times we’ll be around each other for 3, 4, 5 hours with not a word said. And it’s not weird.” Jared says it’s one of the coolest things for him. There’s no need to fill any void. They get each other. Maybe they’re reading scripts, watching a movie, etc. Jared loves being able to “experience this cool life with somebody” that you don’t have to talk to. Jared knows that sounds weird, but he means it. They can be together in that silence when one of them is tired or doing something, and feel absolutely comfortable and not awkward. Jared pats Jensen’s chest. 

Jensen answers by saying that he and Jared have a shorthand of communication that exists between them. Jensen: “It really makes the relationship easy and, you know, comfortable. He and I have quite a shorthand.” Jared demonstrates how they know each other so well that Jensen can be like hey candy and toss it at Jared and Jared will catch it no problem because he knew it was coming. Jared tosses Jensen candy on stage and Jensen catches it. Jared: “Like that kind of shit.” Jensen: “I knew he was gonna throw that. Like oh, here we go, and there it is. 

Jensen: “There is a shorthand between he and I that exists. We don’t have to look at each other, we don’t have to say anything, it’s a real friendship. And it’s a real connection with another human being that is rare and it’s cool and great and I’m glad that he’s in my life.” <3

Jared is looking at the ground again and gives Jensen another pat on the chest. 

A fan says Sam and Dean and Jared goes: Salmon Dean? ;) 

Fan asks about Cas’ death scene. Jensen says what was going through his mind was that it was 5 in the morning and he was tired and wanted to go home and Misha was really making a meal out of it and it “was like God, just die, so we can go home and be done with this.” Jensen says in all seriousness that it was a hard scene because the brothers didn’t have a lot of time to react to everything that had happened; the brothers didn’t process what had just happened. Probably get more of that reaction in season 13. Jared: Or not lol. 

Jared says it was a hard scene to shoot, lots of stuff going on and it was discombobulated. Jared talks about how life doesn’t always happen how you expect it to. Jared enjoyed the abrupt, abrasive nature of Cas dying the way he did because it goes along with what life is like, how things can happen suddenly. They’re interested to see what happens in the first script of next season. 

Jensen: Hey Jared, give me your best Irish accent. Jared: Is anyone here from Ireland? I’m so sorry. He gives a ‘performance’ of his Irish accent, which includes singing about lucky charms and doing a little jig, with Jensen assisting by holding up his mic. Jensen says that it’s impossible for Jared not to moves his knees when he does it lol. 

J2 then discover the wheel on the corner of the stage, which the they spin to tell them what to do. Jensen: Hey Jared. He spins the wheel and music starts playing. Jared makes it land on the card telling them to drink, so Jensen takes a drink. This is repeated a few more times until Jared is laughing so hard he collapses on the ground. Jensen says he doesn’t want to play anymore because the “apple juice” is going to his head lol. 

Jensen looks over at a fan at the mic and asks: “Did we answer your question?” not realizing that the fan hasn’t asked one yet lmao. 

J2 start cracking up again. Jensen stands back up and once again spins the wheel while he and Jared dance to the music. This time Jared drinks. They are putting that whiskey to good use. 

A fan asks a would you rather question and Jared responds with one of his own instead. Whispers to Jensen and asks the fan: Would you rather audibly fart every time you said the word ‘the’ or have to pay $10 every time you say the word ‘and’? The fan chooses fart and Jared says Yes! But Jensen seems disappointed with her answer lol. This all results in Jensen saying Hey Jared, sticking his finger out, and having him pull his finger. 

More spinning of the wheel and dancing ensues. 

There’s a guitar on stage and Jensen grabs it. Jensen grabs it and says: “Hey Jared. Come here and sing something for me.” He says that when Jared spun the wheel it landed on sing or dance. “You spun the wheel, brother.” 

Jensen tries to get Jared to sing as he plays the guitar a bit, but Jared is obviously feeling shy about it. Instead, he messes around with the cards on the wheel. He grabs the one that says to imitate someone else so he impersonates Jensen. He then grabs one that says “Surprise” and presses it against Jensen’s crotch - who doesn’t even flinch and just keeps playing the guitar with a smile on his face while Jared puts the “drink” sign on his own crotch and wanders around the stage. 

Jensen says “Hey Jared” and plays a little song for a second. He then says that having the fans show up is a pleasure in their lives and thanks them. 

Jared removes the sign he put on Jensen as he talks.

Panel ends with Jensen saying that “maybe, just maybe, this *strums the guitar once* will turn into something a little bit more” tomorrow. 

Jensen gives love to the fans, Jared blows the fans kisses and follows Jensen off the stage, giving him a slap on the butt on the way. 

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