#alexander calvert rpf

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[samanddean76]

The Waif

Ship: Jensen Ackles/Alexander Calvert

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3,490

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Hurt Alexander Calvert, Protective Jensen Ackles, Protective Jared Padalecki, Magical Creatures, Magical Realms, Kidnapping, Rescue, Revenge, Or Justice, Top Jensen Ackles, Bottom Alexander Calvert, Mpreg, Eventual Happy Ending, Best Birthday Gift Ever!, Love, True Mates, Mute Alexander Calvert

Alexander knew he was different, but he never suspected how different. He had been alone, ever since the death of his mother, until one day a very tall stranger named Jared said that he was there to rescue him. To take him home, so that he might join with his true mate. Alexander can hardly believe what he is being told, but with no way to communicate, he decides to trust another for once in his life. Is this the beginning of his trek towards his happily ever after?

[catnipster69]

fic: Do You Kiss Your Momma With That Mouth? Chapter 7

Picture credit: x

Do You Kiss Your Momma With That Mouth? Chapter 7 Published: 2024-02-14 Words: 4084 Chapters: 7/11 by catnipster

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Stephen Amell/Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles/Alexander Calvert, Misha Collins/Original Character(s) Characters: Jim Beaver, DJ Qualls, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Hilarie Burton, Danneel Harris, Emily Perkins, Steven Williams (Supernatural RPF), Sterling K. Brown, Ty Olsson, Samantha Ferris, Chad Lindberg, Dee Wallace, Katie Cassidy, Genevieve Cortese, Lisa Berry, Alona Tal, Jon Gries Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Jensen is a Chef, Jared is a Property Developer, Class Differences, Trailer Trash Jensen, Bottom Jensen Ackles/Top Jared Padalecki, Lovers to enemies to lovers, Food, Drinking, Recreational Drug Use, Porn Video, jensen has a mustache, long-haired jensen ackles, Lies, Secrets, Happy Ending Language: English

Summary:

Jensen, 39, is a down-on-his-luck weed dealer in Garden, Texas. Garden is a former ranching town gentrified by an influx of Silicon Valley exiles that work in the shiny, new office buildings built by JPX, Inc.

Jensen unexpectedly inherits a trailer park from his uncle. But what Jensen really wants to do is open a food truck selling refined comfort food. The decommissioned ice cream van sitting on blocks in front of his trailer is a daily reminder of his unfulfilled dreams.

Jared, 35, is the rich owner of JPX, Inc. who wants to tear down the trailer park to put up a ritzy mall. Jared’s ex-boyfriend, Stephen Amell, is in town from New York City: to force Jensen and the lovable residents of Garden Gardens to sell by using his usual arsenal of dirty tricks.

But when Jared meets Jensen at the Farmer’s Market where Jensen is trading weed for pickles with his best friend Danneel, it’s love at first sight. At least, until Jensen finds out who Jared is.

Chapter 7 Summary:

JPX, Inc. buys the tax lien. How desperate will Jensen get to find the money to pay it off? Jared and Jeff help Jensen move. Misha has unsavory suggestions. Jensen learns about things Jared was keeping from him.

[ao3feed-cockles]

Jared has Wattpad!?

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55709917

by KiaLecterGraham

A story of a Jared who has a Wattpad account and who makes Destiel/Cockles and Sabriel stories; a Jensen and a Misha who by chance found out about this and start reading them; an Alexander who only wants to see his camera "parents" together and a Richard who only enjoys seeing his co-workers blush because of his boyfriend's stories.

Words: 511, Chapters: 1/14, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki, Richard Speight Jr., Jim Beaver, Mark Sheppard, Mark Pellegrino, Alexander Calvert, Ruth Connell, Danneel Harris, Vicki Vantoch, Genevieve Cortese, Eric Kripke

Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki/Richard Speight Jr., Jim Beaver/Mark Sheppard, Jensen Ackles & Alexander Calvert & Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles & Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles & Jared Padalecki, Danneel Harris/Vicki Vantoch

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Real World, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Top Jensen Ackles, Bottom Misha Collins, Eventual Smut, Top Jared Padalecki, Established Jared Padalecki/Richard Speight Jr., Bottom Jim Beaver, Top Mark Sheppard, Destiel - Freeform, Sabriel - Freeform, Crobby - Freeform, wattpad, Jared writes Wattpad, Protective Jared Padalecki, Funny, Fluff and Crack, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Married Jim Beaver/Mark Sheppard

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55709917

[baconandpie1]

The Gift

Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandoms:

Supernatural (TV 2005)

Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF

Relationships:

Castiel/Dean Winchester

Jensen Ackles & Misha Collins

Characters:

Jensen Ackles

Misha Collins

Alexander Calvert

Dean Winchester

Castiel (Supernatural)

Jack Kline

Sam Winchester

Other actors are mentioned

Summary: It is Jensen's 45th birthday and Danneel is throwing him a party with all of his friends from Supernatural. He shouldn't be surprised when things get a bit strange... It is a good birthday. One of the best. Just ask him after the party.

Notes:

Up until a few days ago I didn't intend to write anything for Jensen's birthday, and then I was watching the con tweets, his pictures, and reading about the SPNFamilyGiving and ... my brain went into overdrive and demanded to write this. So I did.

Hope you like it.

PS - It is March 1st here already - so don't grumble that it's not Jensen's birthday yet. :) 💚 💙

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45406525

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Jensen is dead tired. He hasn’t felt so tired in a long time. He’s been doing conventions almost every weekend, writing and recording new music with Steve, and then there’s his new secret project that very few people know about. And JJ has been sick and wanted her dad by her side more than ever. He never could say no to her, and when she’s sick, she sticks to him like instant glue. Sometimes, when he lies beside her, telling her stories, he wonders when she’ll stop needing him this way and he forgets he is tired and has a myriad of other things he should be doing. These are the moments he will cherish forever.

He tries to put on a smile for his friends who gathered at his house to celebrate his 45th birthday, but it is difficult when all he wants is a good night’s sleep.

Danneel knows how much he misses working on Supernatural, how much he misses his friends, and that is why this birthday party is so special—all his friends from Supernatural are here: Jared and Misha, Jim and Mark, Richard and Rob, Ruth, Kim and Briana, Alex, and even Eric made it though he had to leave early. Rachel has joined them for a while through Zoom, though she would have loved to be there in person.                            

He needs some fresh air to wake up, clear his head. He wants to be at his best for his friends and not half asleep on his feet. With a bottle of beer in his hand, he slips outside in the garden and sits on the padded bench swing they got for their children.

They were sure the kids would love the swing and they do like it, but Jensen loves it more than they do, especially when he sits on it in the evenings with Danneel curled up into his side, falling asleep with his arm holding her tight, swinging slowly.

The air around him changes bit by bit, it warms up and smells different. He frowns and shakes himself, because he knows that smell, but it cannot be… it smells… it smells almost like when they were filming scenes in the bunker.

He blinks a few times, his vision blurry, and he wonders if he is drunk already. But it cannot be; the beer in his hand was only the second one of the evening, and he hardly touched it.

He becomes even more baffled when he realizes he cannot see well because of the hot tears running down his face.

His knees hurt and he realizes he is kneeling by a bed, praying.

It is his voice, but somehow, it isn’t.

Through the tears, he sees Dean’s bed in the bunker, and he blinks some more because this is impossible. The bunker was dismantled. It doesn’t exist anymore. But the pain in his knees is still there and so are the tears on his face.

His lips move and Jensen can hear the words, though it is not him saying them. Well, it is, and it isn't.

He is Dean. But he is also Jensen.

And Dean is praying to Jack.

"Jack, I know you said you will be hands off, I know. But Jack... I need him back, please... please help us get Cas back. He is your father too, your dad. you cannot leave him in that cold, devastating emptiness... I beg you, Jack... Please..."

The tears are running down his cheeks as he prays. He's been doing it every night since they defeated Chuck and Jack is yet to respond.

Somehow Jensen knows that it’s been more than half a year since Jack took over and Dean never wavered. Together with Sam, they tried everything they could think of to get Castiel back. They moved heaven and earth, they reached out to all their friends and even to the Men of Letters in England in order to find a way to save the angel.

And Dean prayed to Jack like clockwork. Every evening.

Dean who never prayed before he knew God existed beyond a shadow of a doubt, Dean who prayed rarely even after that, he prayed every day to their new God, to his son, to Jack.

Dread starts to settle in his heart as he finishes his prayer, convinced that Jack will ignore him again.

His head snaps up as a whisper insinuates itself into his mind "On one condition, Dad."

Pure joy and happiness suffuse his every cell, every molecule, the whole of his being, his heart and his soul.

"Anything, Jack, I'll do anything!" Dean-Jensen cries out.

"You must tell him how you feel." The whisper is soft and ... uncertain somehow, as if Jack doesn't expect him to agree.

"What?" Dean swallows hard, playing for time. "What do you mean?"

"Dad... I am God now. I know. I know everything."

Dean-Jensen gasps. Somehow, he's forgotten what it means that Jack is God now. A true God.

"You only need to tell him how you feel, Dad. That's it. Have to go now. There's trouble in a parallel universe. Love you!" His son’s love rushes through him, warm and soft and endless.

"Wait! Jack! Wait! How do I tell him anything? He's not here!" 

The silence is deafening, and Dean-Jensen is crying again when the door to his room crashes open.

Jared, no, Sam barges through with his gun in his hand and his hair flying as he searches the room for danger.

"Dean! Are you ok? I heard you screaming!"

His right knee creaks as he rises.

"I am fine, Sam. I hit my knee..." 

Sam looks at him dubiously, but he knows his brother too well and that expression on his face says that's all he gets from him tonight. Dean will talk to him when he is good and ready. If he gets there. Sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn't.

His eyes soften as he takes in his brother’s wet cheeks, but he doesn't mention them, nor does he ask why Dean was shouting for Jack. 

"Be more careful, Dean. Your knees aren't getting any younger, you know.” Sam smirks at him, trying to lighten the mood. 

Dean-Jensen rolls his eyes at him. "And neither are you, Sammy."

"It's still Sam.... jerk."

"Bitch" Dean smiles radiantly at his brother, the exchange as heart-warming as it is familiar.

The days go by at a crawl, Dean still praying every evening, and Jensen wants to slap him silly. He already got his answer. What is Dean waiting for?

After a particularly bad night, when every time Dean fell asleep, he dreamt of black goo grabbing his crying but happy angel and taking him away, and then woke up screaming Castiel’s name, he trudges into the kitchen and makes himself an extra-strong cup of coffee.

He is sipping it mournfully when Sam joins him, yawning.

“Morning, Dean.”

His brother mumbles something unintelligible and Sam sits across from him with his own coffee.

“What’s up with you? Bad night?”

Dean nods and sips black and bitter. “Nightmares.”

Sam grimaces when he tastes the coffee. “What the hell is this? It tastes like poison…”

“I made it stronger… needed it.”

Sam adds more sugar to his mug and some cream, making the taste a bit more palatable.

“I didn’t know you still had nightmares,” he breathes.

“I don’t,” Dean grumps. “It was just last night…“ He sighs, sneaking a look at his brother. “It was Cas…“

“Oh…” That’s all Sam says. He doesn’t ask, he doesn’t push, he drinks his coffee and munches on a cookie.

Jensen gives Dean a push; he cannot make him speak, not really, but he knows by now that he can influence him, if he does it gently, carefully.

“Jack spoke to me.”

“What? When? How? Why didn’t you tell me?” Sam cannot stop the deluge spilling out of his mouth.

Dean-Jensen frowns at Sam, but Jensen keeps on pushing, not letting Dean clamp up again. “It was that night when you ran in…”

“Is he alright? When is he coming to visit?”

Dean-Jensen shakes his head “He didn’t say. He said he was going to handle some stuff in a parallel universe.”

His brother looks at him suspiciously but doesn’t insist. He lets Dean be.

Dean jumps up and gets more coffee, and Sam sighs, convinced his brother is shutting down again. Unsurprisingly.

Dean-Jensen sits back down, opens his mouth, but speaking is difficult. It always is for Dean, and Jensen nudges him again.

The sentences spill out of Dean’s mouth, Jensen helping him word his thoughts, and Sam just sits there listening to how he prayed and prayed and then finally Jack answered.

When Dean stops, Sam’s eyebrows rise in consternation.

“So where is Cas, Dean? Why isn’t he here yet?”

“What are you talking about? Didn’t you hear what I told you? I don’t know how to make him come…”

Sam laughs at him with tears, and the more Dean frowns, the harder he laughs.

"You need to tell Cas how you feel, Dean!" He wheezes out.

"Really, Sam?" Dean is getting angry, not understanding what is going on. "He is not here!"

Jensen is still there, not sure if it's him speaking or Dean. No, it must be Dean... because Jensen is not that clueless. He can feel what Dean feels, as if they were his own feelings, like he never felt them before, not even when he acted as Dean for long 15 amazing years. Dean loves Cas with all his heart. He loves him to the moon and back, he'd die for him if that's what would bring him back to life.  

But Dean is scared. Scared of his own feelings, scared of being called a faggot, a homo, or whatever else people say these days to denigrate gay men. He doesn't care that Cas is a man, he never did. Jensen knows he loves Cas, and that his gender never even entered the equation for him. 

But what happens if he says the words? What will Sam think? Their friends? 

If he says the words and he gets Cas back, what will Cas expect from him? Will he be satisfied with just being friends or will he expect more?

Jensen can feel how much Dean wants everything with Cas, EVERYTHING. But he also feels how terrified he is of getting what he wants with Cas. 

Because, whatever Cas said the night he died, Dean is still Dean, he still messes up most of the time, fucks up, says things he shouldn't and doesn't say things he should.

So what if he gets everything and then he fucks it up? He won't survive that, he knows he won't. 

It is better if they are just friends, isn't it? Less chance of messing up. 

He pulls at his hair with both hands, tears dripping on the kitchen table, unsure if they are the result of the sharp pain in his scalp or in his heart.

"Dean... " Sam has stopped laughing, his brother's distress too real to make fun of him anymore.

"Dean, pray to Cas. Tell him. Tell him everything."

The older brother looks at the younger one, his eyes red-rimmed. "I am scared, Sammy."

For once, his brother doesn't correct him.

"Nothing to be afraid of, Dean. Tell him you love him, and you want him back. Give the two of you a chance."

Round, surprised eyes watch Sam, Dean's voice hoarse with repressed emotions, "You know?"

"Of course I know, you idiot! I've known for years! I was waiting for you to pull your head out of your ass and do something about it, and then... then it was too late."

Sam grabs Dean's shoulders and stares him in the eye.

"Dean, you must bring him back. If you don't, you will never forgive yourself. And neither will I."

That evening, when Dean-Jensen kneels by his bed, he doesn’t pray to Jack.

He prays to Castiel.

“Hey Cas.” His eyes are tearing up already and his throat is tightening with every breath he takes. Jensen tries to soothe him and calm him down, though he would be a mess too in Dean’s place. He’s done it enough times to know how difficult it is for Dean to open up, to let himself be vulnerable when his whole life was about being strong and never showing weakness. Loving someone is a weakness, they both know that. And yet.

His heart is hammering away in his chest, and he remembers that case when the guy’s heart pulsed out of his chest like in a cartoon when he declared his love. How fitting. He smiles and starts over.

“Hey Cas. I miss you.”

He looks around, and, when nothing happens, he closes his eyes again.

“I miss you so much, man,” he huffs. “Sorry, angel… I miss you more than I ever thought I could. We saved the world, you know. Sam and Jack and I, we did it. All thanks to you. I… I don’t think I could have done it all without you. And Jack is God now and he… he said I should talk to you… tell you…”

Dean-Jensen sighs, laying his forehead on the bed. “I wanted to ask you… did you really mean what you said before you died? Don’t get me wrong… a part of me knows that you did beyond the shadow of a doubt, but then… this other part of me, the part that you ignore, the part that you said doesn’t exist, that part wants to hear those words again, wants to make sure, because Cas… how could someone like you, an angel no less, love someone like me? I need to know Cas. I have to know. You said for you it was enough to just be, just feel the love… but Cas… loving you is not enough for me, I need you to love me back, Cas, do you understand? I am not like you… it was hard enough loving you for all those years when I had no idea you could feel like we humans do, but knowing that you can love? Cas… do you love me? Do you really love me? I want to believe it so much, I want to believe I am worthy of that love… though I know I am not, but maybe… just maybe… maybe I can become worthy of you if you’ll be here by my side. With you here, Cas, I could do anything, be anything and anyone for you. Please Cas… Please come back to me… Please love me… “ His throat closes up, and he sobs into the mattress as there is no whoosh of wings nor any other noise that would announce the angel’s arrival.

Dean-Jensen crawls into bed and cries himself to sleep. He didn’t even have the strength to get a bottle of whiskey to ease his pain this time.

The night is blessedly empty of dreams, but Dean wakes in a foul mood, ready to murder the world. He is mad at Jack for leading him along, he is mad at Sam for encouraging him to pray to Cas, he is mad at the angel for dying, for abandoning him, for not coming back. But most of all, he is mad at himself for being weak, for letting himself feel too much, for letting his walls down. It was a mistake. A mistake he will not repeat ever again.

Jensen is just as devastated as Dean is. He doesn’t even have the energy to try to help Dean feel better. He is along for the ride and nothing else at this point.

Like every other morning, Dean sips his coffee, but he doesn’t even bother to answer his brother when he joins him at the kitchen table.

Sam doesn’t need to ask. He can see it on Dean’s face, in the way his shoulders slump, in the way he doesn’t even look at his brother while he sips at his coffee.

“Sorry, Dean.”

His brother’s knuckles whiten where they grip the coffee mug, and Sam hopes it won’t break with how hard Dean is clutching at it.

Dean-Jensen is drowning in his sorrow, not paying attention to his surroundings, not caring if an army of vampires descended on the bunker, screaming like banshees, ready to drink his blood. Maybe he wishes they did.

He doesn’t hear the soft steps and doesn’t see Sam freezing with his mug on its way to his lips.

“Good morning,” the raspy voice is behind Dean and before he can react, it continues. “Did you make coffee for me too, Dean?”

He lurches to his feet, toppling the chair to the ground, and spins towards the entrance to the kitchen.

The most gorgeous sight he’s ever seen lands on his retina—his angel, dressed in pajama pants and one of Dean’s old Led Zep t-shirts, barefoot, a hand raised to his head scratching his scalp making an even bigger mess of the dark hair that is clearly mussed up by a night’s sleep.

Cas smiles sheepishly at Dean. “Any chance you’ll make us some pancakes? I am quite hungry this morning.”

Dean just stand there, his mouth opening, closing, like a fish on dry land, frozen in place. His brother huffs and rushes to Castiel, crushing him in a big hug. “It is good to see you again, Cas. We weren’t sure… Well… I am glad you’re back and I hope you’ll be staying.”

When Sam releases him, Dean is still like a statue, in the same place as before.

Castiel looks at his feet, suddenly uncertain. “If Dean wants me to…“ He raises his eyes and their gazes lock together for a long moment. Very long. So long that Sam gets bored and leaves the kitchen mumbling “Idiots.”

A soft whisper escapes Dean-Jensen’s lips at Jensen’s urging. “I want you to. I always wanted you to, Cas… even when I didn’t say anything, especially when I didn’t say anything. I never wanted you to leave, I always wanted you by my side,” his voice is getting stronger and he moves slowly closer to the angel, “first as my ally, then as my friend, later as my family… and then…,” his voice gets lower, a husky rasp that sends shivers through Castiel, “then as someone… closer… someone who could share my life, someone who would build a new life with me, as someone I love.” 

He cups the angel’s face in his hands, “As someone I want to spend my life with, and love for the rest of our days together.” He presses a soft kiss on Castiel’s lips and rests his brow on his, brushing his lower lip with his thumb.

“If you’ll have me, Cas.”

There isn’t much that can still surprise Dean after all he’s been through, but seeing Castiel’s trembling fingers reach for his face, and his beautiful blue eyes swimming in tears, the angel still uncertain that he can have Dean, it does surprise him.

He covers Castiel’s hands with his own on his cheeks “I love you, Cas.” He smiles and says the words again, easier, faster, and Jensen doesn’t have to push anymore. “I love you, Cas. I will love you forever if you’ll let me.”

He closes the small distance between their bodies with a hand on the angel’s hip, and kisses him again, this time letting himself taste and nip, running his tongue between Castiel’s plush lips, and he sighs when the angel opens up in invitation and the kiss deepens, their hands clutching at each other, losing themselves in this perfect moment, bodies touching, moving slowly, grinding against each other, their swelling cocks easily felt through the thin cotton of their pajamas.

Dean is breathless when they pull apart and he chuckles, “Coffee or bedroom, Cas?”

Though Dean-Jensen is all in and he wants to be with Cas in every possible way, he is anxious. He’s never been with a man before.

Half an hour later, he has already forgotten why he was worried to begin with, as his angel rocks inside him, lighting his body on fire. Dean knows that orgasming at the same time is mostly a myth, but then how many people have done this with an angel? How many people can say that they have felt the other person as if they are one? Because that’s how it feels to Dean—there is no Castiel, there is no Dean, there is only one being here, one pulsing life, two heartbeats, thrumming at the same frequency, two breaths drinking in the same air, soul and grace intertwined, he doesn’t know where he ends and where the angel begins.

He's never felt such ecstasy before, and he doesn’t know if it is because Castiel is an angel—he must be, isn’t he?—or because of the outpouring of love that envelops him and rushes through him like a physical presence.

The slap of skin on skin is getting louder, and so do their moans and whimpers, the bitten off curses, the “Cas!”s, the “Dean!”s, the man lost in the bright blue of the angel as he comes screaming his name. Those eyes become almost white as Castiel climaxes and spills inside Dean’s warm body, and spectacular, large black wings appear at the angel’s back just as the lights explode when he roars his pleasure “DEAN!”

Though Dean is floating in the post-orgasmic glow, he expects what happens next.

Sam rushes in and freezes as the light from the hallway falls on Dean’s bed. He cannot see much besides the enormous wings that hide most of the bed and their bodies, barely a glimmer of skin here and there.

“You guys ok?”

Dean snorts, “Sure Sammy. Cas just blew out the lights when he…” The door slams shut before he gets the chance to finish the sentence and he bursts out laughing.

“Dean…” Cas chides him softly…

“What? He was asking for it, bursting in here without knocking. He’ll know better next time…” And just like that, Dean’s voice wobbles as he asks. “There will be a next time, right Cas?”

The angel hums into his neck, peppering his skin with kisses. “And a next, and a next… until you tire of me.”

Dean’s arms tighten around Castiel, through his soft feathers. “That will never happen, Cas. Ever. You hear me?”

It is as if just now he realizes he is engulfed by the angel’s wings. “Cas! Your wings! You have wings and they are here! I can feel them! Are you a full angel again? With all your mojo?”

Castiel pulls his wings back and with a whoosh they disappear; he slides to Dean’s side, smearing his semen on both their stomachs, not that either of them cares.

“I am not sure… I do have my grace and my wings, but I also slept, and I am hungry… Dean… I have wings again!”

Dean is suddenly cold, and he shivers, fear creeping in when he realizes the angel is gone. Fear of being abandoned again. Fear of being alone and lonely. Fear his angel will never come back. Fear Castiel doesn’t need him anymore. Jensen, who is still reeling from the lovemaking, is convinced that Castiel will be back and will never leave the hunter again, but then, Jensen doesn’t carry the baggage Dean does.

Jensen is right.

There is another whoosh and Castiel crashes in the bed beside him, laughing like a little boy.

“Dean! I flew to Kilimanjaro and then to the Emerald Lakes in New Zealand, and…  I will take you with me next time—you’ll love New Zealand!”

“I… I thought you weren’t coming back, now that you can fly again…”

It is too dark in the room with the lightbulbs gone, and Dean has forgotten that angels can see in the dark as well. He probably would have tried to hide his teary and scared eyes if he had remembered.

“Dean…,” the angel grasps his hands between his, willing him to understand and believe him. “I will never leave you again, Dean. I love you.” He kisses away the tears on Dean’s face, the kisses slowly becoming more heated as Dean’s need to reassure himself that Castiel is truly his, rises faster than a striking snake. His hands are feverish over the angel’s body, his cock already hard and leaking despite his earlier orgasm.

He stretches the angel’s hole in a hurry, Castiel moaning softly, encouraging him, “I am ready, Dean, I am ready…” And he is. More than ready.

Dean mounts him fast and deep, his need too strong to worry about inflicting pain, though somewhere inside he remembers Castiel is an angel, and he cannot truly hurt him now. They shout their release into each other’s mouth as they haven’t stopped kissing throughout Dean’s thrusting into the angel’s body, a loud whoosh heard in the dark room as Castiel spills between their stomachs. At least there are no lights that explode this time.

Dean crashes on top of his angel, and chuckles softly, as soft wings caress his back, hugging him. “I guess you’ll be doing that every time, won’t you?” And before Castiel can give voice to his doubts, Dean murmurs, easing the angel’s fears “I love your wings, they feel amazing on my skin.”

The next days are all a blur for Jensen, but he knows Dean is happy, happier than he’s ever been since he was four years old.

And so is his angel.

They are sitting on a swing that Dean built with his own hands, up on the hill, hanging from a sturdy oak branch, thick enough to hold them and more.

The sun is setting, and a chill runs down Dean-Jensen’s back. Castiel pulls him closer, and Dean-Jensen leans his head on his shoulder, sighing. They sit in comfortable silence, watching the shadows grow longer, Dean’s fingers stroking the angel’s thigh. He can do this now, any time he wants. It is freeing. Exhilarating. They haven’t decided yet what they want to do next, but neither is in a hurry. They have time now. Jack made sure of it.

Dean-Jensen’s eyes close as he thinks about a future together, who knows, maybe even their own home with a white picket fence.

He shivers, suddenly chilly, and Castiel rubs his back, warming him up. He turns his head and presses a kiss on Castiel’s neck, murmuring “I love you, Cas.”

After a slight pause, there is an amused, yet warm “I love you too, Dean.” in reply.

Something is off.

He opens his eyes, and pulls back from where he was sitting, curled up against Castiel, wait no, this… this is not Castiel. His eyes widen and he croaks, “Mish?”

“Yeah, that would be me.” Misha’s eyes crinkle as they do when he smiles his big, sunny smile at him. “You ok, Jen?”

Jensen searches Misha’s eyes, unsure how to answer. “I… yes, I think I am… how long? How long have I been out here?” He rubs his hand over his cheeks.

“Fifteen-twenty minutes? I came after you. Alex said you looked tired, and that you needed me.”

“Alex?”

Misha frowns. “Yes, why?”

Jensen looks away, a small smile gracing his lips. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Nobody would. Though Jensen himself finds it difficult to believe what happened to him, he knows at a visceral level that this was no ordinary dream. Dreams are flighty things, they disappear quickly from one’s mind, only a little is left even when you remember them. But this… this is vivid in his mind, like his own memories, even more so. He remembers everything, from the pain in his knees while praying, the smell and taste of his morning coffee, to sitting with Cas on the swing, watching the sunset.

He is Jensen now, he knows. And yet, he still feels more like Dean. Maybe that is what gives him the courage to ask.

They never truly discussed it before. Not as fans, as friends. It was such a loaded question, with so many ramifications, and neither has allowed himself to talk about it before, not Jensen, not Misha.

With a quiet voice, not looking at Misha, he asks “Have you wondered what Dean’s genuine feelings were for Cas? What he would have done if Cas had come back to him from the Empty?”

His courage seems to be contagious, because, for the first time, Misha dares to say what has been on his mind for a very long time.

“Many times,” his friend answers softly. “I wish we had been brave enough to do it right…”

Jensen turns to him, and his teary eyes glisten as he cups Misha’s stubbly cheek.

“I know what Dean would have said, given a chance.” He leans slowly in and kisses Misha’s lips chastely, but long enough for it to be meaningful. “I love you too, Cas.”

Jensen jumps up and hurries inside the house, brushing his tears away, while Misha sits on the swing, his own tears sliding down his cheeks as he whispers, “I love you, Dean.”

Later that night, after all the guests have gone, Jensen makes one last round around the place, collecting garbage. They could have people come over and clean up, but he doesn’t like strangers poking around his home. He remembers the beer he forgot on the swing, hoping he didn’t make a mess with it. 

He finds the bottle stashed by the leg of the swing, still half full. He is about to turn when a flash of white catches his eyes.

“Alex? I thought you left already…”

Jensen frowns slightly as Alex comes closer, dressed in a white jacket, over a light blue t-shirt and blue jeans. Wait… isn’t Alex blond these days? And he was not wearing a white jacket… Jensen might be forty-five years old, but he is not that senile yet.

Alex smiles at him, a radiant smile lighting up his whole being. “Did you like my birthday present, Jensen?”

Jensen squirms, ashamed to admit that he doesn’t remember what Alex got for his birthday. Maybe he is senile after all.

“Sorry… was it you who got me that whiskey bottle?”

Alex shakes his head, still smiling. “Maybe you’ll remember if I call you Dean…”

Shocked eyes stare at Jack as Jensen allows himself to accept what is happening.

“You are not Alex.”

When Jack shakes his head again, Jensen croaks, “Are you Jack?”

“In some universes, I am.”

“And in others?” Jensen cannot stop himself from asking—is he dreaming? Is he having a stroke?

Jack shrugs, “I have many names. They wouldn’t mean anything to you. Some are in languages you wouldn’t be able to recognize as such.”

He needs to know, he wants to know. Because, though he made his peace with the ending of Supernatural, it felt… off, and sometimes, at night, under the cover of darkness, he let himself imagine ‘what if’ scenarios. Scenarios that, sadly, he is aware will never see the light of day.

“Was it…” he fights to speak the words, “was it real?”

“As real as this world is to you,” Jack looks around them. “It is just one of many possible worlds, and I thought you’d like to know what could have been.”

Jensen closes his eyes and whispers, “Are they happy?”

“Yes, yes they are.” Jack grins, “Dean messes up sometimes, but Cas is there for him. Always. Dean makes him burgers and pancakes, and Cas flies them to the beach when they are in the mood. Sam and Eileen join them often.”

New tears make their way from Jensen’s beautiful green eyes, down his cheeks, and drip down onto the grass.

He lurches forward, stops, but then goes for it and crushes Jack’s smaller frame in a hug.

“Thank you.”

Warmth and love flood him, and he is left standing alone in the garden.

“Thank you, Jack,” he says again up towards the starry night sky.

[ao3feed-j2]

Cupid's Love

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by SamandDean76

Jensen is out looking for love after his boyfriend of five years walked out on him. He finds Alexander at the club, but finds that he can't do anything once he gets the sexy replacement home, too caught up in crying over the loss of Jared. But Alexander offers him a solution that leads to not only Jensen and Jared reuniting, but Alexander's own fated love.

Words: 6061, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Alexander Calvert, Misha Collins, Original Male Character(s)

Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Human Jensen Ackles, Cupid Jared Padalecki, Bottom Jensen Ackles/Top Jared Padalecki, Cupid Alexander Calvert, Light Angst, True Love, Fate & Destiny, transformations, Gets Schmoopy, such a happy ending, Misunderstandings First, Self-Lubrication

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The Gift

The Gift https://ift.tt/dFeHA1r by baconandpie It is Jensen's 45th birthday and Danneel is throwing him a party with all of his friends from Supernatural. He shouldn't be surprised when things get a bit strange... It is a good birthday. One of the best. Just ask him after the party. Words: 5354, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Alexander Calvert, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Jack Kline, Sam Winchester, Other actors are mentioned Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Jensen Ackles & Misha Collins Additional Tags: Happy Ending, Jensen Ackles' Birthday, Happy birthday jensen ackles, Jensen Ackles 45th Birthday, Destiel - Freeform, Not Canon Compliant with Episode: s15e20 Carry On (Supernatural), Canon compliant up to S15E19, Canon Compliant with Episode: s15e19 Inherit the Earth (Supernatural), One Shot, Fix-It of Sorts via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/ZzHbrgW February 28, 2023 at 04:15PM

[ohnoitsthebat]

hey whats the prison bitch au

hey, anon! it's a mess, lol. a couple of years ago, i did a rewatch of the first three seasons of teen wolf while the final season of spn was airing. my goblin brain came up with the idea of writing a spn/teen wolf crossover, but i wasn't sure how to go about it. after re-watching the spn episode "folsom prison blues" (an episode i have always been obsessed with) i got the idea of writing about sam, dean, and various characters in prison. the tentative cast includes sam winchester, dean winchester, dylan o'brien, tom hardy, tom welling, and alexander calvert, but I'll probably bring some of my other fave actors & characters into the universe.

i know a lot of people have very strong opinions about rpf, and i have to be honest--i've considered not posting it due to the fact that i just don't want to get backlash. but at the same time, this is an idea that lives in my brain rent-free, and i'd really like to write something about it and share it with people.

i have a tag for it, if you'd like to check out the inspo posts. tumblr is being sucky and won't let me link it, but it's "prison bitch au".

[thevelvetseries]

Life’s Complicated (Part 2)

Overall Summary : When Bella Mikaelson was 17 she had a little baby girl. She went off to college and studied drama and music, while her parents looked after her daughter Camila Mikaelson. When she graduated she started auditioning for different movies and TV and ended up getting a role in the CW show Supernatural where she meets her new family.

Pairing : Alexander Calvert x Reader / Jared Padalecki x Reader (Platonic) / Jensen Ackles x Reader (Platonic) / Misha Collins x Reader (Platonic) / Genevieve Padalecki / Danneel Ackles

Warnings : Fluff, Angst, Smut, Semi Smut, Drinking

I decided to give the reader a name in this fic.

Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist

I was in peaceful sleep when I was woke up to something poking my face over and over again. At first I didn’t wake up, until I hear a little cute voice by my ear, the voice that always put a smile on my face. “Mummy, wake up” I smile and I blink my eyes a couple times and when they finally open I see a little mini me looking me right in the eyes. Since she had only just woke up she had the biggest bed head ever and it always put a smile on my face. She really did look like me when I was younger. “Morning sweetie” I say before reaching out for her and bringing into a hug before I started giving her attack of kisses. She starts to giggle and it was like music to my ears, it’s still the best sound I could ever hear. She is just the sweetest little girl in the world. I finally finished my attack and asked if she would love some waffles for breakfast. “Yes pleaseeeee. Ohhh, can I have chocolate milk too please.” She asks and I agree and we make our way downstairs to the kitchen.

It was now the first day of hiatus, and it was time to relax and spend time with my baby girl. One we had finished eating our breakfast, we decided to have a lazy day. We got washed and put on new, clean pyjamas. Once we were ready we made it into the living room and spent the day watching original Disney channel movies and eating pizza that we ordered and lots of junk food, since it’s something we never do.

During the third movie we were watching my sister Veronica texted me saying “I’ve finally finished my final exams early and wanted to come out for awhile to see us.” I let her know we were coming home in a couple days before we were going to be heading up to Texas for awhile, and even invited her to the convention season so she could hell me look after Camilo and spend time with both of us when we have free time to spare.

“Mummy, can I have another slice of pizza please?” Camila asked while wiggling in her seat.

“Yes sweetie.” I reply before getting up and grabbing her another slice of pizza for her. I also went to the kitchen to grab her another juice box.

It was now 7pm and it was now time for Camila to go to bed, we went upstairs and brushed her teeth and put her to bed. Bella spent the next few hours finishing packing her suitcase and then went into Camila’s room and packed her suitcase too, since I’m two days they were flying to New York.

When we finally got to New York, we were met by Veronica at the airport. She drove us back to our family home where my mum had made a full feast for us for dinner. I missed being home. I missed my family. They were everything to me. Mum decided to make my and Camila our favourite which was fried chicken, and mac and cheese. Home cooked food is just the best. We all sat down around the table and stuffed our belly’s until we where full. Camila started to get tired so I took her upstairs and put her down to bed we all sat down in the living room watch a movie when my mum starts with the normal questions again, like every time I visit her.

“So. Is there anyone special in your life yet?” She asked.

“Seriously mum. Not this again. I’ll find someone when I’m ready. At this moment in my life, I’m happy. I’ve got an amazing job and a beautiful child who I love very much and I don’t need a man to complete my life. It’s already quite amazing.”

“Baby. It’s been nearly 3 year since he passed. I’m sure he would be ok with you moving on. He wouldn’t want you to be alone forever.” Mum said which a sad smile.

“I know mum.” I say with a sad smile.

“I just want you to find somebody who you can share you life with and have actual adult conversations.” She said while taking a sip of her hot drink.

“I do. At work.” I scruff back.

“You know what I mean. Isn’t there anyone at work you might like?”

“No. I haven’t been there long enough to get to know anyone to feel that way, and I’m always busy with or when I’m not working looking after Camila. I’m fine with were I am right now.”

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[castiel-left-his-mark-on-me]

“No doubt ... endings are hard, but then again, nothing ever really ends, does it?” - Chuck Shirley

- The Plot: The End -

(based on true events)

With Supernatural about to end after fifteen seasons, Jensen has high hopes for the finale, and for the future. So many exciting things lay ahead of him, and he can't wait to experience it all with the people he loves most in this world; but thanks to 2020 and the greed of the CW, he begins to realize that all his hopes—might actually be hopeless.

Read the final addition to the epic Cockles romance: The Plot and fall in love with Misha all over again though Jensen’s eyes.

Art by the kind and talented @liart-ez​. Follow them on Instagram at LiArt_Ez to see more of their beautiful work!

And a special thanks to @profoundfangirl​ aka @deanandishareamoreprofoundbond aka, Vi for beta-reading this fic and making sure it is as good as it possibly can be!

Enjoy!

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[tintentrinkerin]

Transmasc!Jensen. Alex worshipping his pussy.

Today's brainworms are delicious, fam.

[catnipster69]

fic: Do You Kiss Your Momma With That Mouth? Chapter 1

Picture credit: x

Do You Kiss Your Momma With That Mouth? Chapter 1 Published: 2024-01-03 Words: 3,236 Chapters: 1/11 by catnipster

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Stephen Amell/Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles/Alexander Calvert, Misha Collins/Original Character(s) Characters: Jim Beaver, DJ Qualls, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Hilarie Burton, Danneel Harris, Emily Perkins, Steven Williams (Supernatural RPF), Sterling K. Brown, Ty Olsson, Samantha Ferris, Chad Lindberg, Dee Wallace, Katie Cassidy, Genevieve Cortese, Lisa Berry, Alona Tal, Jon Gries Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Jensen is a Chef, Jared is a Property Developer, Class Differences, Trailer Trash Jensen, Bottom Jensen Ackles/Top Jared Padalecki, Lovers to enemies to lovers, Food, Drinking, Recreational Drug Use, Porn Video, jensen has a mustache, long-haired jensen ackles, Lies, Secrets, Happy Ending Language: English

Summary:

Jensen, 39, is a down-on-his-luck weed dealer in Garden, Texas. Garden is a former ranching town gentrified by an influx of Silicon Valley exiles that work in the shiny, new office buildings built by JPX, Inc.

Jensen unexpectedly inherits a trailer park from his uncle. But what Jensen really wants to do is open a food truck selling refined comfort food. However, the decommissioned ice cream van sitting on blocks in front of his trailer is a daily reminder of his unfulfilled dreams.

Jared, 35, is the rich owner of JPX, Inc. who wants to tear down the trailer park to put up a ritzy mall. Jared’s ex-boyfriend, Stephen Amell, is in town from New York City: to force Jensen and the lovable residents of Garden Gardens to sell by using his usual arsenal of dirty tricks.

But when Jared meets Jensen at the Farmer’s Market where Jensen is trading weed for pickles with his best friend Danneel, it’s love at first sight. At least, until Jensen finds out who Jared is.

Chapter 1 Summary:

Jensen and Jared meet cute at the Farmer's Market.

[ao3feed-cockles]

That mistake is yesterday's thing

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52930885

by KillerLecterGraham

Alpha CEO Jensen Ackles is about to tie the knot with the Omega of his dreams, Danneel Harris. They were just days away from getting married when he discovered that his fiancée was unfaithful to him with another Alpha. Devastated and angry, Jensen moves to Boston, Massachusetts, where he begins his life again.

Six years later, now married to an Omega named Misha Collins with whom he had a son, his ex-fiancée/Omega comes back into his life asking for help and work. Jensen, resentful and hurt by what happened years ago, does not decide to help her; until Misha convinces him to help her. Unable to deny what her Omega says, Jensen decides to help her, just because Misha told him.

The happy Omega accepts, naively thinking that she could win back the heart of her ex Alpha, not knowing that in the Alpha's heart there was no longer love for her and no compassion.

* * * *

Inspired by the song "Si una vez(Ese error es cosa de ayer)" by Selena

Words: 1712, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki, Richard Speight Jr., Danneel Harris, Alexander Calvert

Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki/Richard Speight Jr., Jensen Ackles/Danneel Harris, Jensen Ackles & Misha Collins & Alexander Calvert, Danneel Harris/Original Male Character

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, No actors!, CEO Jensen Ackles, Cheater Danneel Harris, Alexander Calvert is the son of Jensen and Misha, Omega Verse, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Jensen Ackles, Omega Misha Collins, Alpha Jared Padalecki, Omega Richard Speight Jr, Bottom Richard Speight Jr., Top Jared Padalecki, Top Jensen Ackles, Bottom Misha Collins, Post Mpreg, Infidelity, Pregnant Misha Collins, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Eventual Smut

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52930885

[hellhoundsprey]

he fits (dowry!verse babies!)

hellhoundsprey | nsfw art blog | art commissions | writing commissions

[ao3feed-j2]

Reflective Introspection

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by SamandDean76

Jensen is an FBI agent that has been missing for three years. Jared (his current boyfriend) and Jeffrey (his former boyfriend) had come together while he was missing. But when Jensen turns up mysteriously, the hunt is on for the kidnapper who is still keeping tabs on his experiment.

Words: 7134, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Alexander Calvert, Michael Rosenbaum, Original Male Character(s)

Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles/Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jensen Ackles/Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jared Padalecki

Additional Tags: Past Rape/Non-con, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternative Universe - FBI, Top Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Bottom Jared Padalecki, Bottom Jensen Ackles, Hurt Jensen Ackles, Protective Jared Padalecki, Protective Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Hurt Alexander Calvert, Slightly Psychotic Alexander Calvert, Mind Control, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Implied/Referenced Torture, Psychological Torture, Bittersweet Ending, Mystery to be solved, Selectively Mute Jensen Ackles, Rescue, Revenge, Or Justice

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