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amberjazmyn · 6 months

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pinky promise

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - pinky promise

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - sad, big sister ackles leaving, crying, tears

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - the older sister of the ackles family, aurelia, was leaving austin, texas to go back to australia for college. and let's just say her family but especially her younger sister jj was not happy about it.

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - this was first written so many years ago and i am so pumped to be rewriting it now when i'm a much better writer. also, this will be set in like 2015 when danneel was pregnant with their twins, arrow and zeppelin so that's why jj is only mentioned as the other ackles daughter.

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today was the day that no one in the ackles family was looking forward to. wishing that the day didn't even start and they wish it never ended. aurelia, the eldest daughter of actors jensen and danneel ackles, was needing to go back to australia for the second semester of her first year of university. her two-month long semester one break was finishing and she was due to come back on campus on monday and it was now thursday evening, the last night that aurelia would have with her family before needing to be awake at stupid o'clock for her eight am flight back to brisbane, australia.

knowing this was going to be her last night in austin, texas with her family for who knows how long, sucked the big apples. she really wished thursday didn't come or end. aurelia's vlog camera capturing this sweet moment between her and little sister jj as they talk about aurelia's farewell tomorrow on friday.

aurelia's pov

"...why are you leaving me, ria?" my little sister, jj whined, my nickname "ria" falling from jj's lips as i chuckled softly, not wanting to cry as i had already cried way too much when packing some last-minute things

"because jj, i have to study!" i giggled back, moving over to the pouting and sad jj and allowing her to rest in my lap as she played with my long hair

"i don't care! you are not leaving me...not leaving us or the new babies!" jj whined as she wrapped her arms around my waist, literally sitting herself in my lap

it did warm my heart at the same time as hurting it as i could tell jj would become hysterical the second the family steps foot into the airport. especially considering jj was right, mom was pregnant with twins right now and she was worried that i wouldn't be home in time for their birth.

"i have to jj, i know it sucks but, i'll be back soon i promise, and i'll be home way before the new babies are born!" i giggled softly, attempting to lift the spirits of jj but also my parents and aunty and uncle and cousins but, nothing was working so, i just exhaled and allowed my chin to rest against jj's head of hair as i tried to distract myself

"you pinky promise?" jj's soft, upset voice rang back in a whisper as i chuckled softly, lifting my head up to see jj lifting her pinky, making me lift my pinky up too for the pinky promise

"pinky promise," i responded back, giving jj a little comfort kiss to the head as she grabbed my arms and cuddled them, knowing she wouldn't have that opportunity for another month or two before seeing me again

it was starting to become quite late when it was decided that netflix would be chromecasted from my iphone to the tv and watch a movie together with the joint padackles family. the padalecki's were also visiting so they could also farewell me tomorrow at the airport with their two boys as well. we were also in the lounge room on the king-size mattress that we were all laying on so we would all sleep together. we had then all agreed to watch the disney movie, lilo & stitch at the request of jj because it was one of her current favourites.

by the end of the movie, somehow, we were all intertwined and cuddling with one another, well, just me, jj, thomas and shep since the adults had all moved to their bedrooms at some point in the night. but, this was normal, even though it was going to be the last one for a month or two due to my studies back in brisbane. which is why we wanted to make the most of it before the treacherous flight back.

time skip | five am friday morning | aurelia's pov

fluttering my eyes open, i looked to my right to see that it had just hit five am which was perfect because it meant that i had to get ready for my nineteen hour and thirty nine minute flight back to brisbane, australia for my second semester of college. looking around the king-sized mattress, it seemed as though i was the last one awake however when i stood up and turned the corner, my poor little sister jj had fallen asleep with her head resting on the breakfast bench. i chuckled softly before tip-toeing over to her and trying to shake her awake. deciding to get all of this for the farewell vlog, placing the camera down a couple of benches away and shuffled over to jj.

"jj, sweetheart, you need to wake up," i giggled softly as i tried to whisper, telling jj she had to wake up, a childlike whine falling from her lips as my heart melted at the sound

"no, i don't want to!" jj whined out as i cooed at how tired she sounded but, nevertheless, she opened her eyes and lifted her head off of the countertop, giving the saddest look ever right into my eyes as i pouted

"i'm sorry jj but you have to. i'm sorry that it sucks," i pouted as jj sniffled before swapping her weight from the countertop over to me as i took no time in wrapping my arms around my tired younger sister

it was easy to tell why jj wanted to stay aslee for as long as possible. because, her logic was that, if she didn't wake up, then i wouldn't have to leave. which, was the saddest but smartest and cutest thing i've ever seen.

then, after having a little cuddle with jj, i could hear my cousin thomas getting ready in the bathroom with his dad, uncle jared's, help. and it already sounded like little tom was getting upset. i gave jj a kiss on her forehead before walking to the bathroom, i was also filming this for my youtube channel for the farewell vlog so, this made it even worse to say goodbye. and, before y'all attack me, i've always had permission by both my parents and uncles and aunties for permission to film the kids!

"tom, you alright?" i whispered, giving a soft knock on the door with my vlog camera in my hand as tom responds as i hear uncle jared try to comfort him

"uh-huh," i pout at the camera at tom's small noise, but i know straight away that tom wasn't okay

"tom, don't lie to me my love. can your daddy please confirm to me that you're okay?" i asked softly as i then hear jared's voice and he sighs sadly - yeah, tom definitely wasn't okay and i don't blame the little one, i was feeling the same and i hated that today was even happening

"no, he isn't okay, ria," uncle jared responds as i nod my head and take that as my cue to come in

i quickly place the camera a far distance from our faces as straight away, tom asks to be picked up by me. similar to what jj had done as i don't refuse and i pick him up and have a little cry as well. uncle jared watches on before obviously, me and tom open the hug so daddy/uncle jared could join in.

"everything's going to be fine, tom, i promise i'll be back soon, you don't need to cry sweetheart!" i whispered into the little boy's cheek as tom's small cries become muffled due to my shoulder and the texas football jersey that was my dad's that i was wearing

"i just don't want to forget you, cousin ria!" tom revealed, his tears making him sound congested as i hugged tom tighter, completely ignoring the camera that was filming this entire thing as i gave a sad look to uncle jared who returned my sad look with a sad look of his own

and hearing tom say that broke my heart, did he seriously think i would come back home for a couple of months and then just go back to brisbane and forget about him and the rest of the family? what a silly little goose he is, if anything, i'd be worried about them forgetting me!

"oh, tom, my sweetheart, i won't forget about you guys! i love you all way too much to even think about forgetting you!" i whispered back as tom smiled into my shoulder as i managed to catch a peek as i smiled back

then, after i finished my cuddle session with mr tom padalecki, i decided to pause my video recording so i could eat something for breakfast so we all decided as a family to get food. right next to the house and a little up from the lake we have a little cafe that we would go to almost every day so, we decided to go there for some coffee and breakfast before the airport. and then, after the breakfast trip, we all came back home and i spent more time with the rest of the family, had some cuddles with the kidlets, jj, tom and shep, the youngest of the padalecki boys and also had some last minute cuddles with my parents and uncle jared and aunty genevieve as well.

time skip | airport | aurelia pov

now came the time that all of us hated, stepping out of my range rover and into the bloody austin airport. the entire car ride, i was being smothered in cuddles by the three kids, my sister jj and my cousins tom and shep. the best thing being, i was sitting with jj cuddled in my lap and tom and shep leaning on me so the cuddles i got were immaculate. however, i felt awful for my parents as dad was driving and mom was in the passenger seat whilst uncle jared and aunty genevieve were in the middle of the car and me and the kidlets were right in the back of my jeep. i could tell that dad was getting upset and wearing sunglasses so no one would notice how upset he was getting. i had also now decided to start the vlog up again so, this was all being filmed, the car ride probably was the cutest thing i had filmed the entire day of which was otherwise depressing.

"...so guys, it's now happening! i'm now at the airport with the rest of my family about to check-in for my flight and then go though security. thankfully, all of us, will all be able to go through together so they won't have to leave straight away which is nice. but, it's just awful in general that semester break is now over for uni and that i have to go back to brisbane but, it is what it is and, i'll be back home for semester two break. as of right now though, it is time to get ready to head to college," i huffed into my vlog camera as jj stayed attached to my hip since i was carrying her as i chuckled, giving her a kiss to her head as she smiled and hid her face in my side away from the camera

"as you can tell, none of the family is happy about it..." i giggle as i pan the vlog camera to my family who all instantly turn away, my dad even going as far as giving it the finger as i pout with a small giggle

"but, just like mom always says, i chose to study internationally and it's a new and fun life experience and we can't change it. so, for a catch up as i didn't really vlog anything last night, pretty much the entire day all of us were packing up the house and doing some final touches umm, we had packed away the bedframe, hence why you saw that king-sized mattress this morning in that little clip that you saw of jj and i in the kitchen. umm, we all fell asleep watching lilo & stitch and we were just cuddling and all over one another but at some point during the night, mom, dad and uncle jared and aunty genevieve were upstairs in their rooms which just left me, jj, tom and shep on the king-sized mattress in the lounge room. then we just got dressed and went out to the cafe that's just over the lake a little bit for some breakfast and coffee before we made our way here over to the airport. it is now *checks phone* six-thirty in the morning and my flight is at just before eight am so, we have an hour and a bit left together before i truly do, leave my family for another two months *they groan as aurelia giggles*," i tried to speak as quietly as i could even though they weren't that many people that were actually in the airport right now

and, this was shocking as they'd usually be quite a few morning flights but, apparently, not today!

we then checked in and, i lowered my vlog camera for that so all they were seeing was jj, tom, shep and my shoes and fluffy socks that we all decided to match with one another. and then, we went through security so, all the video was seeing was the inside of the x-ray radiation machine. whilst it was quite cool looking back, i don't think it was actually good for the camera itself but, we move. then after that whole security check, we then went to find my gate.

"we've just all gone through security and we are now waiting at the gate of where i'll be getting on a plane and leaving..." i trail off as jj suddenly flops herself onto my lap as i groan and giggle, running my fingers through jj's hair

"...but, that isn't for another hour or so so right now, i think we're just gonna chill and just have loads of cuddles as a family and hopefully my parents, uncle and aunty won't get asked for any photos *giggles*..." i trail off as i shake my head

"...i'm totally joking but, i'm only saying that because there are times and places to ask for photos with your fave celebs and just saying, as a tip from a daughter of an actor's daughter, do not ask your fave for a photo whilst they are at the airport with their family. especially when it's them saying goodbye..." i trail off again as i then finish the little ted talk and circle back to what i was explaining earlier

"...but, going back to what i was talking about earlier, now that we are just waiting for the next hour or so, i'm not sure how much of this i'll film but, yeah, do enjoy these next few clips that will be showing up on the screen soon!" i giggle as i then have a filmed cuddle sesh with jj and tom before pausing the vlog again to grab another coffee before starting the vlog again

"...i'm back y'all! umm, the clips you saw before this one was of me having some more cuddle sessions with jj and tom so, after that i just cut the vlog for a bit since i don't really want to film a whole hour of us waiting and twiddling our thumbs *giggles*. i decided to grab some more coffee in that break because i know i'll need it so i don't cry like an absolute ugly baby because i learnt that lesson when i left for semester one at the beginning of the year and, i didn't have a coffee let alone two so i was a cry baby and it was very embarrassing that i cut it completely out of that vlog *giggles*. but, it has now just gone six-fifty in the morning so we've still got a while before the flight gets called to be boarded but i just thought i'd give you an update. so, as of right now, as you can tell, i have a thing called shep padalecki, in my arms right now. i'm just holding little shep here cause mom and dad have taken jj and tom to get some hot chocolates for those two and some coffees for them and uncle jared and aunty genevieve. so, that's all i can really update y'all on right now so, yeah, see you guys later!" i smiled as i then shut off the camera again as i see mom and dad return with jj and tom

i pause the video and put the vlog camera down on the seat next to me. my second arm that's now free from the vlog camera now comes around shep as i can now hold him properly, with two hands rather than just the one. i then saw dad smile as he noticed that i was still wearing his texas football jersey he had given to me as he watches jj and tom, making sure they don't spill their hot chocolates as mom also smiles at me, cradling her pregnant belly as i smile back at my parents.

the clock had now hit seven-twenty which meant that it was coming up to the time of my flight's first round of passengers being called onto the plane. and this is when everyone truly started to get upset. however, i occasionally would pick up the vlog camera for some clips.

seven-fifty am

"...guys, it's happening! it's seven-fifty am and in a few short minutes, i will be getting called up to board the flight to brisbane, australia. i'm honestly the most upset i've ever been in years as, i honestly didn't want this semester break to end but, now it really has so, in these next few clips, you'll be seeing me and my family say goodbye. and, i do apologise in advance and issue a warning as there will be some very ugly crying starting in three...two...one..." i did a video transition by covering my hand over the camera as the clips of me saying goodbye to my family started to be filmed

uncle jared and aunty genevieve were the first to come over and say goodbye. i could tell they were upset but it wasn't a weepy upset like you would think. i mean, of course uncle jared and aunty genevieve were sad, they hated seeing me leave as did my parents but, i think they were more so proud of me. but, even still, my heart broke when i hugged uncle jared and aunty genevieve as it was never fun having to say goodbye to them.

"bye uncle jared and aunty genevieve, behave, both of you! and i better hear some pregnancy news when i come back because i still want a padalecki niece! i love you both and take care of yourselves and of my little boys!" i giggle, whispering into the group hug with uncle jared and aunty genevieve as they giggle as well

"we love you too, aurelia! come home soon! we will behave and we'll try to fulfil your wishes of wanting a padalecki niece! take care of yourself too and we'll see you soon!" jared said with a smile as genevieve just nodded her head in agreement as i giggled

after saying goodbye to uncle jared and aunty genevieve, it was time for me to farewell the kids, cousins tom, shep and my sister jj. and, before i even hugged any of them, jj was hysterical. which then, when i did have to end our hug and goodbye with the kids, made me feel even more guilty because jj was already hysterical. thankfully tom and shep didn't seem too upset but i knew that would change when they'd see me walk onto the plane as that's what had happened last time.

"i miss you already sissy! please don't go!" jj cried as i picked her up and hugged her as tightly as i could, making eye contact with the camera

"jj, sweetie, if i could choose i'd stay but i can't, i have to go back to study but i promise i'll be back soon!" i spoke softly into jj's tiny ear as her cries started to calm down which i was really thankful for

as, in all honesty, seeing my little sister so upset broke my heart. also seeing tom or shep cry or upset felt like my heart was broken. but, because tom and shep didn't seem too affected at this current point in time which made it slightly easier on me.

jj had now calmed down which meant it was now time to move on and say goodbye to was mom. thankfully, her emotions and hormones were slightly controlled so she wasn't as emotional as she was the first time i had to leave. however, it was obvious mom was still upset that it was happening again and i couldn't blame here. so, i shuffled over to mom and opened my arms out for a hug as we both laughed. she welcomed me in for a hug straight away and i smiled and hugged her tight.

"oh, my darling aurelia! this break went too quickly and i wish i could have slowed it down so you were home for longer! i love you loads my darling and we'll see you soon!" mom smiles as she hugs me tightly before pulling out of the hug and placing her hands on my cheeks as i smile and nod my head

"i love you too, mom. and this break did go too quickly and it should have been longer, i agree. however, i will see you guys soon and, hopefully the babies aren't causing too much trouble!" i giggle at the baby comment i made as i then touch mom's pregnant belly and talk to it because, of course i do, my baby siblings are in there

"oi, speaking of my ackles babies, please don't put mom through too much pain, alright! don't be kicking her, don't be using her insides as bongos and other musical instruments, please and thank you. and behave and listen to everything mom and dad tell you and also listen to jj cause she's still older than you! and also, please don't make any special arrivals until i come home again, alrighty? i love you so much babies and i'll see you soon my loves!" i whisper to mom's pregnant belly as i then kiss it as mom smiles and brushes her fingers through my hair

"well, that was a stern talking to and, i hope they listen!" mom giggles as i laugh as well as i hug mom for a second time before we pulled away

and now, the last person i had to say goodbye to was my dad. the hardest goodbye ever next to mom and jj. the entire drive to the airport, dad was quiet and didn't even try to strike or include himself into any of the conversations like he usually would during car rides. meaning that today really wasn't a good day for him and, he wanted to get it over and done with as quickly as he could so then he could grieve privately away from everyone and my vlog camera.

just like jj, before even speaking or hugging, he was teary and it was awful. for those wondering, my dad wasn't really much of a crier, that was all uncle jared to be quite honest. so, the fact that the roles were switched this morning was quite a jumpscare. then, i shuffled over to dad and opened my arms for a hug which he basically initiated straight away and hugged me tightly. i could feel a couple of his tears and i pouted sadly, i could tell dad regretted not asking the school if i could do the uni work online and stayed for the extra month home here in austin but, he just didn't think he would get this upset. and because of that, he didn't bother asking and now i am ninety nine percent sure dad wishes he had done that.

"i love you dad, don't be upset for too long! i'll be back soon and you know that! besides, i thought you were the one that always says no chick flick moments?" i tried to joke as i managed to hear dad giggle a little as i giggled as well

"i love you too ria. and i'll try not to be upset for too much longer. i know you'll be home soon, i'm just being dramatic! and, how dare you use my own words against me!" dad joked back, giving me some sass as we pulled out of the hug as i giggled again and shrugged my shoulders

"oh, you know, because i can and it's not the first time i've used your words against you," i giggled as dad couldn't argue with that as he laughed as well, hugging me close again before giving my head a kiss

then, as dad and i parted from the second hug, the announcement that we had all been dreading but waiting for the entire morning came over the pa system.

"can passengers for flight 933 to brisbane, australia please start to board for their flight. i repeat, flight 933 to brisbane, australia, thank you," i couldn't help but finally shed some tears i had been holding back as the entire family ran over for a group hug as jj started crying again

after parting from that hug, it was finally time for me to go and board my flight.

"okay, it's actually happening guys, i'm flying back to brisbane for my second semester and i don't want to go," i sigh into my vlog camera as i see out my viewfinder that my family, but more especially dad and jj were waiting for me to run back to them

exactly like what's shown in the movies but, i couldn't do that as, if i did do it, i don't think i would have it in me to run back to my plane in time.

i then made it on the plane and found my seat and got myself as comfortable as i could for the nineteen hour flight back to brisbane, australia. i got my vlog camera back out to do the outro before placing the vlog camera back into my carry-on so i could then go back to listening to my spotify and watching netflix.

"...a few minutes have passed and, i'm now on the plane. the next you'll see is a compilation of the last month of my trip back home to austin, texas with the best family in the world and then, in the rest of this "outro" since it'll be kinda long, i'll be back in brisbane in my dorm room at college. see you guys then, i love you all and remember, you are very much loved, you are not alone and always keep fighting!" i waved goodbye and blew a kiss to my camera before ending the vlog

i then went into spotify to press play on my playlist. only to hear the one line of the one song that really encapsulated today in a sentence as a tear glided down my cheek. i closed my eyes and rested my head on the window before the safety demonstration was to begin.

if you were wondering what the song was that made me cry, it was louden swain's she waits.

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well shit, now i'm sad, why did i write this

ily xx

word count; 3922

#supernatural cast #light angst #jensen ackles x original female character daughter aurelia ackles #jared padalecki #genevieve padalecki #jj ackles #thomas padalecki #shep padalecki #danneel ackles #pinky promise part one

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 2 months

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A Place To Call Home: Redux

Summary: In this special part of APTCH, we're going way back. What if things went differently? What if the reader was removed from the Ackles home after only a few months? What if she blamed them for letting her go? What if she found out the truth about her birth parents from the start? What exactly would that do to this father/daughter duo's bond and would it be able to be salvaged? Find out in this special AU from the main APTCH timeline!

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Pairing: Jensen x foster daughter!reader

Word Count: 16,600ish

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of prior abuse (not descriptive), family drama, all the tears

A/N: When I wanted to return to the APTCH world, I've always had this idea of what if the reader hadn't known the full truth about her parents accident? What if she'd been forced to leave? This is strictly a one-off AU part where I got to explore the answers to those questions and see new sides to everyone.

This part takes place during Part 4 of APTCH. This part starts with some text from that italicized before divulging into the story. I can't wait to hear your thoughts! Please enjoy!

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Two Months Later

“Y/N?” asked Zeppelin. You lifted your head up from where you were laying in the grass in the backyard, staring up at the sky. “Cole’s here.”

You looked past him, seeing Cole walk down the slope of the yard with Jensen, Danneel playing with the girls, a nervous look on her face.

“Go back to mommy, Zepp,” you said, Zepp running past Cole and Jensen, Jensen’s face hard. You saw another set of people walk down the yard, a police officer and a woman from Cole’s office you recognized. You instantly stood up, Jensen staring at the ground when he and Cole stopped in front of you. “Cole, why are you here? With them?”

“You know why,” he said.

“Look at me,” you barked at Jensen, his head whipping up. “Did you-”

“No. Kiddo, no. We got a call this morning that said we failed our last check in,” said Jensen. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not leaving,” you said, Cole sighing. “You’re going to have to drag me out of here.”

“I don’t agree with the failed check in. They’ve done nothing wrong and you’re like a different person, Y/N. I petitioned for you to stay. But their foster parent privileges are going to be revoked,” said Cole.

“I want to see the failed check in. I can request to see my file. I know I can,” you said.

“Inappropriate relationship with a foster child was cited as a cause,” said Cole.

“Who had final sign off?” you said. “I sure as shit know you know neither one of them are inappropriate with me.”

“I signed off,” said the woman as she walked over, Jensen shooting her a quick glare. “This publicity stunt for the Ackles is over. It was tolerated but there is evidence of Jensen becoming too physically close.”

“Excuse me?” you said.

“His recent postings on Instagram show you two in a suggestive position,” she said. “When you were seated on his lap.”

“Excuse me?” you said again. “I was holding Zepp in my lap too. It wasn’t inappropriate. Cole, do something.”

He took your arm and pulled you aside, letting out a sigh. “Y/N. I know it wasn’t. Anyone with half a brain can see that but Mrs. Keller has the power to move any foster and she wants you moved. I promise I’ll do what I can to get you back here as soon as I can. I-”

You stared over at where Danneel sat with the kids, eyes on you, gaze shifting to where Jensen was arguing with Mrs. Keller.

“Did they give me up Cole?” you asked quietly. “Did the Ackles-”

“No. At least not that I know of. But Mrs. Keller is saying they failed a check-in.”

“They’re going to lose their license to foster,” you said. He nodded. “But they have money. They can fight it if they want-”

“Sweetie, you’ll turn eighteen before it was settled legally. The state will fight back and it’ll get drawn out. I can’t believe I’m saying this but you’re probably better off…sticking it out in whatever home you get placed in and when you’re eighteen, you could come back here-”

“Assuming they actually wanted me. They have so much money, Cole. If they really wanted me…they wouldn’t let me go,” you whispered. “How do you know they didn’t turn me in behind your back? How do you know?”

Cole was quiet, closing his eyes.

“See? You don’t know for sure. I bet they didn’t fail a check-in. It’s just their way of getting rid of me and saving face.” You glared at Jensen when he turned his head in your direction. “If you didn’t want me, at least have the balls to say it to my face!”

Cole sighed as you stormed inside the house. Fuck those people. Fuck Jensen especially. He was so full of shit. You knew, you knew, this whole thing was a sham from the start. All he ever wanted was to show what a wonderful person he was to the world and once that was done, he was dumping your ass.

You slammed your bedroom door shut, locking it behind you. He was going to come in there and try to bullshit you some more. Him or Dee. But you weren’t falling for it again. No, you were packing up your shit and getting the fuck out of there for good.

Jensen was standing there when you ripped open the door five minutes later but you simply shoved past him for the bathroom. “Y/N-”

“Don’t say a fucking word to me,” you snapped. You swept the few products you had into a small bag, hoping it would hold you over for awhile. Quickly, you got it inside your duffel bag, Jensen reaching out for you when you stepped into the hallway. He was smart enough to pull his hand back though before he could touch you. “Move.”

“We didn’t do this,” he said, a harsh edge to his voice. “Y/N, I swear to god we want you to stay. This is killing me.”

“I never should have trusted you,” you said, pushing on his shoulder, Jensen closing his eyes. “I-I trusted you. I thought you cared about me. I thought you might have actually wanted to be my…I knew you were just acting. I fucking knew I was a pawn for you in your fancy little life. I can’t believe I fell for it.”

“That is not true and deep down you know it,” he said. You rolled your eyes, brushing past him. “Y/N, Y/N stop-”

“You’re not my foster dad anymore. I don’t have to do a thing you say,” you called back.

“You are my daughter.” You stopped in your tracks, looking over your shoulder. His jaw was clenched, eyes full of worry. “And I’m your dad. I will bring you back home, understand me? We will find a way to get you back home to your family, no matter how long it takes.”

“I’m eighteen in nine months, Jensen. I’m getting the fuck out of this shitty system the moment I can and when I do? You come near me again and I’ll call the cops on you myself. Am I clear?” He shook his head, getting closer.

“We’ll earn it back,” he said, lifting his chin. “I’ll earn it back. Your trust. Your love because I know you loved us and just couldn’t say it. So we’ll start from scratch, less than scratch if we have to. Hate me and hate Dee. Do what you need to these next nine months to survive because I know you can do it. I fucking know you can. The second you are out of this system that keeps hurting you, I will be there and I will bring you home, understand? I will call you, text you, facetime you everyday. We are not through, okay? We-”

You ripped your phone from your pocket, tossing it on the ground, watching the screen shatter. You shook your head, adjusting the strap on your shoulder.

“No more lies, Jensen. Stay the hell away from me.”

“At least say goodbye to the kids,” he said when you started to walk for the front door. “Y/N!”

“They’ll be fine. Better to learn young how much the world sucks.”

“Y/N-”

You flipped him the bird as you left, finding Cole leaning against the hood of his car. “So where the hell am I staying tonight?”

“They deserve a proper goodbye,” he said, nodding around to the backyard.

“The twins will forget I exist in six months and JJ will too in a few years. Let’s go,” you said, opening his backseat and tossing your duffel inside. Cole gave you that look, his disappointed one you so rarely saw from him, before you got in the passenger seat.

“The Ackles are good people. I’ll find out-”

“Cole. Please just stop,” you said, leaning your head against the glass. You jerked it upright when you saw Jensen and Danneel step outside the front door, looking like deer caught in headlights. “Take me to house fifteen.”

“Y/N-”

“Get me away from here. Now.”

The Next Day

“Hey,” said Cole as you leaned against the post of the car port at the new foster home. “How’s it going so far?”

You gave him your best bitch face, Cole nodding. “It’s fine.”

“Be careful of this guy. I’ve heard rumors of physical abuse but no proof and no kid would ever say anything. Lock the door at night or better yet, push the dresser in front of it.” You looked past him to the crappy house across the street. “I’m serious.”

“And I’m serious about getting emancipated.”

“This shit again? You do not have a job, Y/N-”

“I got my working papers from my new high school earlier. There’s no other kids here for me to look out for so when i’m not in school, I’ll be working.” He sighed. “Cole-”

“You can’t access your parents assets until you’re older. If…if you could, maybe we could make it work but-”

“Then get me access,” you growled. He narrowed his eyes, pointing a finger in your face.

“I fucking tried,” he said. “Do not treat me like the bad guy, Y/N. I have always tried to get you into good homes with good people and I really, really looked into emancipation for you. But you are a ward of the state and the state won’t admit they’re a shitty parent no matter how true it is.”

You crossed your arms, lips pursed. “Then line up the paperwork so that the day I turn eighteen, I’m out of the system.”

“This guy will kick you out of the house the second you age out. You’ll be homeless if you choose to leave.”

“Well that’s my problem, isn’t it? I’ll spend from now until then working my ass off and saving up. I’ll only have five months of high school left after that. I can bounce around shelters until I graduate-”

“Are you listening to yourself?” scoffed Cole. “I am not letting you be homeless.”

You rolled your eyes, Cole stepping closer.

“Your stubbornness made you a survivor and some days I am grateful for it because I know there’s shit that happened to you that you won’t even admit to me. I know you could do it all on your own if you had to. But I haven’t worked my ass off since you were ten fucking years old for you to give up.”

“I am not giving up. I’m growing up. I’m turning eighteen and getting the fuck out of this fucked up town and maybe I’ll find some people with a shred of decency. You never fucking did,” you balked. You walked away, putting your back to him. You heard him behind you, felt him stop close by as you scrunched up your face.

“That family loves you. I have had fosters get adopted by families before and see those connections. Well, I have some news for you. Jensen and Danneel? Kid, they are the best kind of person for you. You are not their foster daughter to them. You are not the potential adoptee. You are not the girl with different parents. You were not made by them but you are theirs and they love you as if you were their blood.”

“It’s a fucking act, Cole. Don’t you fall for it-” you said, spinning around, cutting yourself off when he handed you a dark green iphone.

“I could lose my job for this,” he said, shoving it into your hands. “You don’t have to speak to them but they want…they need you to know that you can always call on them and they will come. When you turn eighteen, they’ll be here if that’s what you decide.”

“Cole.” He shook his head. “They threw me away!”

“I don’t know what happened but I’d bet my fucking life they had nothing to do with this. When I checked on them this morning, they begged me to get their daughter back. Begged, Y/N. You want to grow up? Then trust your heart for once. They will come back for you if you let them. Give them a chance to.”

You frowned, Cole giving you one.

“Do you need anything?” he asked. You shook your head, kicking your foot against the ground. “Stay safe, kiddo. Put in one of those anonymous calls you like to do if this guy tries anything.”

“Anyone ever tell you how annoying you are?” you called as he headed for the inside of the house.

“Give them a chance, kiddo.”

You laid in bed that night, your new phone vibrating from where you hid it under your pillow from your new foster dad, aka Mac, aka the asshole. You’d been at two other homes before with a single dad and neither had been good. They’d done it just for the extra money and you’d never felt comfortable at either. But back then you were much younger, only a kid and a pre-teen and there’d been other kids around.

Now it was a seventeen year old you alone with a sketchy at best guy in his late forties. You glanced at the chair you’d propped under the door handle, sighing. You’d gotten too used to not being cautious with the Ackles. You were going to need to make sure you spent as little time as possible in this house.

You grabbed the phone, pouting at the text that came up.

Jensen: I know you hate me and Dee. We’re fighting this failed check in bullshit but the lawyer was honest with us. There’s no guarantee we win the appeal. But no matter what, we’ll be there when you need us, whether we’re your foster parents or not. We’re not supposed to contact you but we need you to know you’re not alone. We are here for you everyday. We are going to do everything we can to bring you home as soon as we can. No matter what happens, the second you’re eighteen, I’ll be there to get you. I understand if you don’t want to answer me. Be safe. We love you, tall munchkin.

“No you fucking don’t,” you mumbled, turning the phone off before hiding it again. “Please just leave me alone.”

Three Months Later

“Hey Andrea?” you asked on a late Friday afternoon. Your boss from the restaurant and bar you worked at grunted from her back office. “I finish up with school next Tuesday and was wondering if I could get more hours for the summer?”

“More hours?” she asked, lifting her head up. “Don’t you have another job?”

“Yeah but I like this job better,” you said, giving her a friendly smile.

“You like this job better because I pay you under the table.”

“It works for me, it works for you…come on, you know I’m a good server,” you said. She frowned but sighed.

“I can bump you up to twenty five hours but that’s it.” You grinned, Andrea rolling her eyes. “Go grab some lunch and get out of here.”

“You’re the best,” you said on your way out. After bringing out a bag of trash to the dumpster, you washed up and got the chef to whip you up an extra large chicken wrap with a side of mac and cheese. You got a free meal for each shift and it’d helped immensely considering how Mac hardly ever kept any food in the house. Almost all his meals came from take out or going out with his friends. Between your two restaurant jobs thankfully you were able to not be hungry most days.

You packed up the food in a container and walked a few blocks down to a park, finding your usual bench before digging in.

“Y/N!” You jumped in your seat, spilling your late lunch on the ground. You growled as a figure appeared before you. You glared up at a sweaty Jensen, his face red as he put his hands on his hips. “I missed you at work and tried to catch up but I couldn’t find parking and never mind but I-”

“You made me drop my food,” you snapped. He looked down at your feet, a wince on his face.

“I’m sorry. We can go get something-”

“You give me twenty bucks and then get the fuck away from me or I swear I’ll start screaming.” He blinked at you, his breathing slowing down. “Jensen, I am serious.”

“I…Y/N we won the appeal. You can come home,” he said. You narrowed your eyes, his head cocking. “I know you blocked our numbers but Y/N a lot has happened. Cole’s on his way over to pick you up and take you to a private session with the district attorney and some people from the state’s office. I can’t be in the room but-”

“You just don’t stop, do you?” you scoffed, standing. You pushed on his chest, Jensen taking a step back. “News flash, I don’t want to go anywhere with you ever again.”

“Y/N, we didn’t get rid of you,” he breathed out. “We’ve been working on getting you back home every single day.”

“Stop lying to me!” you shouted, your face scrunching up. “I’m just something for you to prop yourself up with. Look how amazing we are, taking in a poor little orphan girl. If you gave a shit about me, you wouldn’t have let it happen in the first place.”

A part of you knew you were being unreasonable but you’d been on your own for three months and you knew the only person you could rely on was yourself. Jensen hid the hurt on his face quickly, replacing it with a neutral expression.

“You can hate me. You can hate me for as long as you like. But you are coming home to us after you sort things out with Cole. We are your foster family again and someday you’ll be able to admit that you know you’re just lashing out because you’re angry. Because we will be there for you after the fact. Because we love you and care about you and deep down in places you don’t like to admit exist, you might even care about us too.”

“I will never care about you again,” you whispered. “And I will never, ever, trust you.”

Jensen stepped closer, staring you down, his jaw clenched. “I guess I’ll just have to prove you wrong again.”

“Good fucking luck with that.” You sat down, crossing your arms. “You can go.”

“Once Cole gets here.” You flipped him off, Jensen taking a seat on the bench across the path, sighing as he went. “Please try to remember that I love you.”

You didn’t respond. Maybe he really did love you. Maybe you really were just angry after he let you get taken. But there was nothing he could say you wanted to hear.

You still hurt too much.

Four Hours Later

You knew people were talking around you. Lawyers. People from the state department. The head of foster care for the state. FBI agents. District attorneys and half of the local foster care office.

Cole sat by your side at the far end of the table, arguing with someone on the other side. The voices were loud, blame being passed around. Threats of lawsuits were in every other word. So many people, so many strangers shouting about your life like you weren’t even there.

You stood up, catching Cole’s attention first but slowly the others took notice, so many pairs of eyes on your numb face.

“What is it, Y/N?” Cole asked, rising to his feet beside you. You blinked slowly, scanning the room once.

“I don’t care about Mrs. Keller and that she blamed my parents for her son’s death in the car accident. I don’t care that my parents didn’t die in the accident and went into witness protection and then didn’t or whatever the fuck they did. I don’t care that they gave me up and that state, you people, are my guardian. I don’t give a shit that none of you realized or that those who did cared more about your fucking case than a ten year old girl. I don’t care that my parents never wanted me and they don’t a shit about me. I don’t care, I don’t fucking care so stop fucking yelling. Please.”

Thirty different sets of eyes stared at you, a heavy guilt settling in the air.

“I’m not a pawn in your blame games. I’m a person who’s life you fucked up. I won’t sue you. I don’t care about that shit. All I want is to go home to the Ackles. I want to stay with them and if they ever decide they want to adopt me, you’re going to approve it on the spot. No dragging it out for months or years. They get it that day. Understand?”

You saw the head of foster care nod, your eyes closing.

“If you people have nothing else to say to me, can I please go home?” There was a quiet murmur and then you felt Cole’s arm around your shoulders.

“Yeah, it’s been a long day. Let’s get you home, Y/N.”

Cole grabbed you some fast food on the way to the Ackles house, your house, but you had no appetite. You’d felt a lot of things in life but this…dejection, was something entirely new. You were so numb you couldn’t even cry.

No one in your life had ever wanted you. Not a single soul. Except for the family you’d pushed away, yelled at, been cruel to.

There was no way they’d want you after all that. Why would they? You were so fucked up, no one ever would.

“Y/N. Y/N!” shouted Cole. You blinked, his car parked in the Ackles driveway. “Jesus, are you with me?”

“I’m just tired, Cole,” you whispered. You slid out of the car, Cole grabbing your duffel from the backseat. You barely made it to the cover of the front porch before the door opened and you saw Jensen and Danneel come out.

“Hey guys,” said Cole quietly, setting your duffel on the table, your gaze drifting past them, looking out to the dark water of the river beyond. “She’s…had a long day.”

“Hey, kiddo,” said Jensen but you didn’t look at him, a cold creeping feeling settling through your bones. You knew they were exchanging looks with Cole, a heavy sigh coming from him.

“Be gentle,” you heard him murmur. “Get her back in therapy asap.”

“Are you hungry? I can make you something,” said Danneel as you stared outside. “Y/N?”

“No thank you,” you said, voice flat, picking up your duffel and taking the bag of food. “All I want to do is eat this, take a shower and go to bed.”

“Your room’s all set, honey,” said Jensen, letting you slip past him. You slowed your steps when you felt their stares on your back. But it wasn’t them that made you come to stop. No, it was the picture on the wall next to the hallway to your room that caught your attention. It’d been some professional picture before, one from when the twins were newborns and the rest of them.

Now it housed a photo you remember not feeling like you should have been part of. Jenen’s arm was around your shoulders, the other holding up Arrow. Zep was in Dee’s arms while JJ stood in front of you with a big grin. You remembered taking it at Jensen’s birthday party a few days before you’d left, trying your hardest to stay out of the family photos but he kept finding you every time you tried to run away.

And you’d thought they’d betrayed you.

You took off down the hall, closing your bedroom door quickly behind you. The room didn’t smell like cleaner yet it was which meant they were in the habit of regularly dusting it. There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary in there except for Dee’s blanket you’d stolen a long time ago and a hoodie of Jensen’s you’d worn a few times when it’d gotten a tad too cold out at night for you.

You sighed when you picked up the framed drawing on your desk of the family, JJ’s judging by the quality but you could see where the twins had gotten their hands on it. You had to put it down and flip it over when you saw she’d put you in it.

You pushed away the rising bile in your throat and forced yourself to eat part of the burger so there was at least something in your stomach. After chucking the leftovers in the garage, you took a long shower, a basket full of new products waiting for you on the counter.

Fucking considerate assholes. Why did you have to be such a bitch to them? They never gave you up and…

“It’ll never go back to how it was,” you whispered to yourself. You ducked your head under the water and turned it cold, trying to figure out what the hell you were supposed to do.

You were finally back home with people that wanted you. Had wanted you at least. But now? Who knew if they’d let you in all the way again?

Who knew if you’d ever forgive yourself for hurting them. Maybe you’d been the asshole all along. Maybe you were never a good kid and everyone saw it but you.

You slammed the water off and dressed in a pair of pajama shorts and an oversized shirt, throwing Jensen’s hoodie on when you were back in your room to help with the chill you’d self-inflicted. It warmed you some but a faint whiff of his cologne came off the fabric, your gut churning once more. With a sigh, you sat down on the edge of the bed, staring out your dark window. To your surprise, and you were grateful for it, no one came to talk to you. It seemed like a long time but eventually you heard Cole’s car drive off and saw the front lights dim. The house was quiet. Still.

It was after ten and you had the sense that Jensen and Danneel had retreated to the confines of their bedroom to talk about you in hushed whispers.

You tried to lay down but no matter how exhausted you were, sleep wouldn’t come. Your brain couldn’t turn off, couldn’t relax. For hours and hours the same questions kept running through your mind.

Why hadn’t your birth parents given you up for adoption when you were young? Why hadn’t they planned it better with their FBI handler? Why’d the FBI just let them go when they ran off? Why had no one put it together about Mrs. Keller’s son being killed in the accident? What was so wrong with you no one wanted you?

Were you even capable of knowing what love felt like?

You bolted out of bed, storming out of your room and down the hall. Fuck, you needed air. You went out on the back porch, standing in the dark and watching the dark waves in the distance, the scattered lights along the houses on the opposite side of the river.

“I can’t sleep either.” You didn’t turn but felt Jensen come to stand beside you, a glass of water in hand. “You get any at all tonight?”

You shook your head, Jensen offering the water to you. You slowly took it, drinking the cold liquid down in big gulps. When you handed him the glass, he set it down on the outdoor table before returning to lean his forearms against the railing.

God, he looked fucking…sad.

“S’funny.” You glanced up at his dark face, his focus on the backyard, eyes glancing up at the few bright stars poking through overhead.

“What is?” you said, a strange lack of emotion in your voice that should have concerned you but you were too tired to care. Jensen heard it though, looking you up and down.

“How cruel the world can be to a perfectly innocent kid.”

“Plenty worse could have happened to me,” you said, a frown forming on his face. His brow furrowed, eyes searching yours.

“And what exactly does that mean?” he asked, his jaw clenching. You shrugged, gaze back on a few waves that peaked up and sloshed back down. “Y/N.”

“It means in retrospect for what did happen to me, much worse things could have. It’s not that big a deal.”

“Your birth parents abandoned you in the forest during fucking bear season. They admitted-”

“Nothing happened.” He audibly growled, clenching his fists on the railing. “It’s fine.”

“No,” he said, taking you by both your arms and leaning down, face hard. “No, none of it was fine. You were hurt and abused and you will not brush this under the rug. You are not alright. My Y/N is fighter. She’s a ball of spitfire and doesn’t back down from a fight. Even on her worst days, she’s got a spark in her. Don’t lose that, tall munchkin. Don’t.”

“I’m done fighting, Jensen. I give up. I don’t care anymore. I just don’t care.”

“Care about what?” he asked quietly.

“Anything. Just get me through high school and then I’ll move to the middle of nowhere where no one will have to remember I ever exist.” He dropped his head, breathing deeply. “Jensen, it’s fine-”

“Don’t…” he trailed off, his fingertips digging into your biceps ever so slightly. He slowly raised his head, his face somber. “Honey…you may never trust me again or believe me again and I shouldn’t say this but I get it. I fucking get why you might never trust anyone to be a parent to you ever again. But Y/N, I can never forget your exist. You’re one of my reasons for living and when you talk like that you scare me. Shit, you have no idea how much it scares me to know you hurt so much and I can’t fix it. You don’t know what I’d give for that version of you at the park who hated my guts right now. She was fighting. I need you to keep fighting. Don’t give up on me yet because I sure as shit will never give up on you, even when you do.”

You glanced down, nodding a few times. You felt him straighten and clear his throat, his hands rubbing gently up and down your arms.

“You know what’s sad? You’re the first person in my life that ever loved me,” you said, gaze fixated on the tile floor beneath you. “I treat you like shit and now I don’t even know how to feel anything anymore. I don’t understand at all how someone like you could love someone like me.”

“It is sad,” he said quietly, stroking his thumb over your cheek. “You deserved better. You deserved love long before now. But I will gladly be the first person to love you. Dads are like that.”

“Jensen,” you sighed, his hand dropping to under your jaw. You glanced up, a sad smile on his face.

“I know. Like I said, Dee and I will be whatever you need us to be. Parents. Friends. We can simply be a safe place for you. But whatever you decide, you don’t get to decide what you are to me, understand?” He rubbed your arms when you just stared at him. “Okay?”

“W-What am I to you?” you whispered. He tilted his head, sighing softly.

“Oh, you know, baby girl.” He pulled you into a hug, a tight embrace where you found yourself burrowing into his chest, clinging to his t-shirt. “I know it hurts and it’s so much easier not to feel it. I know. But I’m here. Mom’s here. You don’t have to face it alone. You’ll never be alone again.”

“I can’t…” you mumbled, breathing deeply, large hands holding you close. “You don’t understand how this feels. No one wants me. No one. It doesn’t matter how many times you say it, I just…I can’t believe you Jensen. It’ll kill me when you hurt me too.”

“What’s my job?” he whispered before kissing the top of your head. “What’d I tell you on that freezing cold road back in December in the rain? What’d I tell you my job is?”

You squeezed his shirt so hard you felt it straining, his hand running up and down your back. “Come on, kiddo. What’s my job?”

“Protect,” you whispered.

“That’s right,” he said, letting out a heavy sigh. “I haven’t done a very good job of that so far but it is my job. That’s what dads do. So let me do my job and you…you be as brave and strong as I know you are and give me a chance. Give me a chance to prove I love you, to know you are loved by this whole family and that…that…”

You glanced up, his face scrunched up, eyes opening as he sensed your gaze. He tucked your hair behind your ear, shoulders sagging.

“That what, Jensen?” you asked. He looked over your head, a sad little smile growing on his face.

“That I didn’t betray you. That every day you have been gone has been the darkest moment of my life. I need my daughter back.”

“I don’t know if I can do that. I’m sorry,” you said. You slipped past him, feeling his gaze on your back. You swallowed, looking down. “I just don’t know if I can ever care about you again. Please don’t hate me for that.”

“I could never hate you, tall munchkin.” You felt a hand on your back, your head lifting but you didn’t turn. “All I’m asking for is one more chance. I’m asking you to try one more time for me. Try to give us a chance.”

“I’m sorry, Jensen. I don’t think I can.”

You went inside before he could say a word but you felt his response when he dropped his hand.

You were breaking his heart. And the worst part, the scary part, was you felt nothing about doing so.

Twelve Hours Later

“I’m sorry, what was that word?” asked Danneel. You picked at a stray thread on a pillow in the family room. You didn’t completely understand why you were having this “emergency” session or whatever it was at home but you guessed it had something to do with that it was Sunday and just about every adult in your life was staring at you like you had three heads.

“It’s called Alexithymia. It’s a condition that can happen for a variety of reasons. In Y/N’s case, PTSD is causing it,” said your therapist. You’d spent the better part of the morning getting reacquainted with him on your own, with Dee, Jensen, all three of you together. You’d barely gotten more than two hours of sleep and honestly couldn’t give a crap about anything this guy said.

“But Y/N was diagnosed with PTSD before and didn't have this condition,” said Jensen. That peaked your attention, your finger raising. Jensen and Danneel shared a look from the far end of the couch, your therapist sighing.

“I don’t have PTSD, thank you very much.” Jensen scoffed. “If I had it, you would have had to tell me, dumbass.”

“It was not an official diagnosis previously but that’s irrelevant,” said the therapist. “The trauma Y/N endured last night and during the period she was removed from your home, even the removal from your home triggered-“

“It wasn’t fucking trauma and I wasn’t fucking triggered,” you snapped. “I am tired. I am just fucking tired from working so much and dealing with so much bullshit. I had two hours of sleep last night so of course I’m having a bad day. On a normal day, I’m fine.”

“What is this condition?” asked Dee, ignoring you. You rolled your eyes and would have simply left the room if not for Cole standing near the exit like a damn security guard. Apparently you weren’t being reasonable enough for them when you told them to take their therapist visit and shove it up their asses.

“It’s when someone has a hard time understanding the emotions they’re feeling or rather feeling or displaying an emotion at all. In Y/N’s case, based on what I’ve seen this morning, she’s primarily having a difficult time feeling her emotions.”

You flipped him off. “Does it feel like I’m having a hard time understanding my emotions?”

“Do I look like a fucking idiot?” His comment was strange for him. He never swore and was always level headed. “That’s a perfect example. Y/N knows I don’t swear yet there was zero emotion on her face whereas the rest of you were hiding your reactions. Y/N is a very smart girl who is very afraid of getting labeled with something because deep down she fears it makes her unlovable. And that we know for a fact from our previous sessions.”

You crossed your arms and sat back, glancing out the window, trying to calm down. Jensen cleared his throat. “So, uh, what does all this mean exactly?”

“It means you could put a puppy in front of her and she will react the same way as if you set the house on fire. She’s in pain, pain at a very fundamental level of her core. Her head right now is saying it can’t take more pain. It can’t deal with the pain,” said the therapist. “So her brain tells her I can keep you safe from the pain if you just don’t feel. You don’t have to feel those awful feelings if you don’t feel anything at all.”

“Yeah, cause that sounds like a normal reaction to have,” you mumbled. You turned towards Jensen and Danneel, their gaze shooting to you. “Do you seriously believe this crap? Jesus, I feel shit. Do I look like someone that doesn’t? This guy is so full of shit. He’s a fucking family doctor way out of his league and making crap up.”

Danneel bit her bottom lip, working it between her teeth worriedly. Jensen looked away.

“How do we help Y/N feel like herself again?” Jensen asked, ignoring your scoff.

“We work through the pain. She’s going to hate it. She’s going to hate all of us for a good while. We address the trauma endured and, eventually, her head will accept the emotions back. Most likely after something happens like a minor scare or a holiday or something where heightened emotion occurs. She protected herself in that conference room by retreating inward when she felt alone. We’ll make sure she knows she’s not.”

“Or…” you said, standing up. “Maybe this is a waste of time. Honestly? I couldn’t give a shit about what you think. People suck. That’s life. Just get my through the next six months until I’m eighteen and then it doesn’t matter what any of you want.”

You left and retreated to your room, quiet murmurs coming from down the hall. What was their problem? Just because you wanted to keep your distance you suddenly had a problem they were going to try and fix?

“Fuck this.” You went to the closet and grabbed your duffel, throwing it over your shoulder.

But for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to move. You tensed when a hand lifted it off your shoulder and set it back in the closet. You swallowed when Jensen sighed, looking down at you.

“Listen. I don’t agree with what he said.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “You don’t?”

“No. Because you’re pissed and I know my daughter. You don’t have whatever the thing is he said. Trauma? Sure. But you always have had that.” He put a hand on your head, ruffling your hair. “Don’t worry about it.”

“You aren’t going to make me like, see him extra or some crap?” He shook his head. “Really?”

“Really. We go back to once a week but nothing else. I know this isn’t something therapy will help with.” You frowned. Jensen shrugged, leaning back against the wall. “No, I realized last night the only way we fix this is with time. So we put in the effort and eventually, that wall will come down. I can wait.”

“Uh, thanks,” you said, rubbing your arm. “I’m really surprised you’re not siding with the doctor.”

“Tall munchkin.” You hated how those two words made your heart squeeze. You bit the inside of your cheek as he sighed. “He is an excellent family doctor but you had a point. He doesn’t know trauma. We’ll find someone better suited to help you. He’s going off a text book definition right now. I damn well know you feel things, you just don’t want to care about us right now. You’re still in shock, just like the rest of us. Let me and Dee figure out the therapist and you just…”

“Just what?” you mumbled. He titled his head, smiling sadly.

“Just be a fucking kid. Go play with the little kids. Spend the summer hanging out with your old friends because news flash, those girls miss you. Trust me, they text us at least once a week asking if we’ve heard from you cause apparently you’re radio silent when they reach out.”

You glanced down before taking a seat at the end of the bed. “I don’t want to be the girl they pity so they let me hang out with them.”

“Y/N,” he chided, sitting next to you. “I know you didn’t know them for very long but I thought those girls were your friends. I didn’t realize they treated you-”

“They didn’t,” you interjected. You rubbed your palm with your thumb, closing your eyes. “I just worried…I worried they didn’t actually like me and felt sorry for me. I’ve always been scared of getting close to anyone so it didn’t hurt when they fucked me over.”

You pressed your thumb in harder when you felt your skin prickle. Your face scrunched up, Jensen shifting beside you.

“I realize now that my birth parents weren’t all that much better than some of my fosters. I just always thought they were strict. Firm but it came from a good place. I was a good kid, after all. Even after I thought they were gone I was still good like they taught me to be.” You grabbed your thighs, gripping them both hard. “They taught me to be obedient and afraid of messing up. I needed to be perfect. Always fucking perfect even when I thought they were dead. I had to be perfect for them. Perfect grades. Well-behaved. I was perfect and they still didn’t want me.”

You turned to Jensen, green guarded eyes carefully looking back. “Jensen, I think you’re a good person and Dee too. But I don’t know how to be a kid. I don’t know how to not think everyone hates me because everyone always has. I’m seventeen years old. I’m too broken to be fixed. We’re better off just saving everyone the trouble and-”

“Can we stop with the bullshit?” You stopped mid sentence, jaw hung open. Meanwhile Jensen shook his head in annoyance. “You ain’t perfect and you never have been. You’ve got a mouth and a stubborn streak and you have never in your life been afraid to give it right back to me. You know what that is? It’s called being a teenager. Broken? Here’s something for you perfect child, you’re grounded for letting those assholes keep winning.”

“What? I have work-”

“You can go to work but I’m having a serious discussion with your managers about the hours you’re keeping which is super illegal for a minor by the way,” he said as he stood, crossing his arms when you glared back. “Be pissed off all you want. I can work with pissed off.”

“I didn’t do anything!” you said, getting up when he started to leave. “Jensen!”

He turned around, his eyes narrowed. “You do not get to let these people have control over you anymore. Fuck every single one of them. You have no idea how amazing you are. How full of love and care you are. In places you don’t want to admit, you know this family loves you. You know your friends care about you, miss you. You aren’t going to sit in this room and wallow about how much life sucks.”

“Jensen, that’s not fair-”

“You promised me you’d try for me,” he said, your jaw snapping shut. “You do not need to succeed but you will always try your best and this girl? Miss I’m too broken? My daughter is better than that. You fail after you try? Fine. But you aren’t trying so you don’t get to quit on this family yet. Understand?”

“But…” He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue. You looked around the room, your pulse quickening. “You can’t make me. Last night you said I didn’t have to…you said-”

“I know what I said.” He raised his chin, dread curling in your gut. “But you will try.”

“I don’t want any of you!” you shouted, clenching your hands into fists by your sides. “Why won’t you leave me the fuck alone!”

He looked you up and down, a steadiness to him that unnerved you, some of your anger fading. “You can give up on yourself if that’s what you want to do. But I never will.”

“Why do you even-”

“Because that is what dads do, Y/N. I know you don’t understand everything a dad is supposed to do. I get it. I will show you. Dee will show you what a mom does. We will show you.” He put his hands on his hips, your heart caught in your throat. “If you try for us, you don’t have to feel like this every second of every day. We can show you good days, just like we did before. You can have so many good days they’ll outnumber ones like this. But kid, I need you to give it a chance. Now go outside to where the kids are playing so they can welcome you home.”

You grumbled as you went past him, Jensen clearing his throat behind you. “What now?”

“I’d appreciate it if you spent the day with them. They were devastated when you left and-”

“I wouldn’t hurt them,” you snapped back at him.

“Never said you would. You were always amazing with them. I just hope when you go out there you might finally understand that there are people in this world that love you unconditionally. Kids can’t lie about that crap and those three have begged for their big sister to come back every day. So go make their fucking year and maybe they’ll help you not feel so damn shitty for a little while.”

You swallowed when he went past you and turned the corner.

“I’ll try to try,” you whispered.

You heard him hum and part of you hoped it’d really be that simple.

Late Evening

You winced when you sat down on a counter stool after a late shower. You weren’t old but damn, you had more than a few bruises and scrapes after playing outside with the kids all day.

And it’d been the best day you’d had in a long time.

“Don’t pick at that,” said Dee, coming up from the small basement area with a bottle of wine in hand. You moved your hand away from your knee cap, Dee setting the bottle down. “You put some medicine on your scrapes?”

“Yes,” you said, getting up and going to the cabinet with the first aid kit. She hummed behind you, popping open the bottle as you put a few dabs of antiseptic and bandaids on. “Where’s Jensen?”

“A friend from when he was a kid is in town. They’re getting a quick drink. He should be home in an hour or so,” she said.

“I didn’t say I cared.” She inhaled sharply, pouring her drink with a clenched jaw. “I just think it’s funny. You wanted me back so bad and he’s gone after I’ve been here a day? Yeah, I’m feeling all the love over here.”

“Y/N.” She set the bottle down. Hard. She leaned back, gripping the edge of the counter. With a shake of her head, she sighed. “He hasn’t seen this friend in person in nearly a decade and it’ll probably be another before he sees him again. You want to be pissed at someone? Be pissed at me. I’m the one that told him to go.”

“Of course you did.” She looked up, narrowing her eyes. “Oh come on, Danneel. We both know you never loved me. The kids, yeah. Jensen, maybe. But you? You didn’t want me here. He’s the one always reaching out. It’s never you. He’s not home so we don’t have to pretend right now, alright?”

She stood up straight, taking a long sip from her glass with closed eyes.

“Yeah, drink away the problem. That always worked for so many of my other foster moms.” She set the glass down, slowly peeling open her eyes to reveal something…off. It was a look you didn’t recognize.

“I’m sorry I didn’t love you instantly like he did. I’m sorry Jensen was smitten the second you walked in that door and it took me a few days to fall in love with you. I’m sorry we couldn’t protect you and that we failed you. But you don’t have the right to be mean-”

“I have every right to be whatever the fuck I want,” you snapped. Her bottom lip wobbled, a sharp pang ripping through your gut you tried to ignore. “You’re sad? Boo hoo. Get over it. I told him more than once already. I don’t want this. I don’t want you. You will never be my parent and when I’m eighteen, I really am gone. So suck it up and stop crying because I really do not care.”

She wrinkled her nose and looked away, tears filling her eyes. After a beat, she took a step back and quietly made her way to her room, closing the door behind her. You sighed, sliding off the counter stool to head towards your room when you froze.

Jensen was standing by the hallway, staring at you, every feature of his face etched with anger.

“I-”

“Don’t.” He walked past you, headed straight for his bedroom.

“She-” Jensen spun on his heels, eyes dark as he bounded across the room in four quick steps to stare you down.

“Go to your room. We are going to have a very serious discussion about what I just heard.”

“I-”

“Room. Now,” he growled. You shrunk away and went quickly to your bedroom, heart in your throat.

Why had you said that? Why the fuck had you said that shit to Dee? Your hands shook as you rushed to your closet. You’d been right all along. Something was wrong with you. No wonder no one wanted you. You were nasty and cruel and god, you had to get out of here and let these people live in peace.

You grabbed your duffel and quietly slipped on a pair of sneakers before you were out the garage door without a sound.

One Hour Later

You weren’t far outside of the neighborhood when you heard a car horn blare. You spun around, swallowing when a black SUV sped up close to you, coming to a hard stop in the road. Jensen got out of the car, storming around the front with a fury you’d only seen once before.

Oh god, he was going to fucking kill you.

“Get in the fucking car!” he shouted. You were frozen where you stood, Jensen ripping the duffel away and taking your arm with his other hand. He tossed the bag in the backseat before giving you a look to do what he said or else. Silently you got inside, Jensen slamming the door shut.

You swallowed when you tried the door and realized he had the childproofing on. Fuck, he never did that before when it was only you in the car. He didn’t want you to run away. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He was behind the wheel fast, putting the car in drive. He didn’t head home though. No, he got on the highway and drove out west, out towards the brewery. Out where it was quiet this time of night. The brewery would be closed, no one around.

You were shaking like a leaf when he pulled up in front of the old house on the property. He was quiet, much slower to walk around the car this time. You wouldn’t look at him when he opened the door, taking your arm again. He didn’t say anything as he walked you up the steps into the dark house. He flipped a switch on the wall, a dim hall light and a few others turning on. At the back of the house was an old kitchen, a few wooden chairs sat at a nearby table.

“Sit.” He let go of you, walking to the far side of the room. This was your one and only chance. You bolted out of the room, ripping open the back door. “Y/N!”

You yelped when arms caught you before you could even get off the back porch. Fuck, you thought he wouldn’t be that fast. But you still tried to get free, aware of someone shouting your name over and over.

“Y/N!” Jensen shouted, shaking you once. You blinked away wet tears as you stared up at him, pulse racing as you kept trying to get your wrists out of his steel grip. “Kiddo, stop. What is going on with you?”

“Just fucking do it already,” you breathed out with as much defiance as you could muster which wasn’t a whole lot. Your heart hurt, your body was coming off an adrenaline high and he was too fucking strong. It was all too fucking much.

“Tall munchkin, what are you talking about?” he asked. You jerked on your hands and fresh tears spilled over.

“Just hurt me already. That’s why you brought me out here, isn’t it? So get it over with.”

His face fell so fast you’d have sworn you told him someone had died. He closed his eyes as his grip on you eased, hands moving to your cheeks. He closed his eyes for a long beat, opening them slowly, wiping away your tears. “Oh, baby girl. Do you really think I could ever do that to you?”

You glanced away, body trembling as you fought back the wracking sobs your lungs that were desperate to escape. He kissed the top of your head, murmuring something you couldn’t make out over the pounding in your ears.

“What?” you whispered, eyes fixated on a tree a ways off in the darkness.

“I said it’s okay. I got you.” You glanced up at him, all the rage from before gone, a deep sadness replacing it. He smiled, thumbing away more tears that silently fell. “I’m sorry. I promised I’d keep you safe and I didn’t. You can hate me if that makes you feel better. God knows I hate myself.”

A single crackling heap of air that sounded like a pained cry left your lips, your hands so tight on his wrists you’d leave marks. “Y/N. I’m sorry for making you come back. We should have realized how much we hurt you. We understand if you can’t forgive us…can’t stand us.”

He closed his eyes, breathing hard a few beats. “I will not force you to stay with people you can’t stand. If you want…we can find you a new family…”

Finally he opened his eyes, wet green eyes meeting your own. “I need you to be okay and you’re not with us. I understand. It’s okay. We’ll find you somewhere you can be okay.”

“You’re getting rid of me?” you breathed out, his head shaking. “Yes, you are.”

“Look at yourself,” he said, dropping his hands, your own releasing him when he stepped back. He shrugged, shaking his head. “I was supposed to make your life better. I was supposed to protect you. I was supposed to take away the pain, not give you more. You deserve a better father than me.”

“Jensen-”

“You’re still scared of me!” He shouted, waving his hand up and down, wiping off his face with the back of his hand. “You thought I’d hit you? After all this time you still don’t trust me and I don’t blame you. I’m a fuck up that will keep fucking this up. I know you want a family but it doesn’t have to be us. I will find you better, somewhere you can forget about all of the bad homes. You can forget about us. You don’t have to hurt anymore.”

You shook your head, Jensen scoffing, looking over your head. “You ran away again. You keep telling Dee and I how much you don’t want this. We can’t keep doing this every day, Y/N. I won’t force you to be part of a family you don’t want. I shouldn’t have told you that you have to try. I’m sorry.”

You clenched your fists by your sides, blinking through tears that wouldn’t stop, trying to breath through your stuffed up nose and failing. “Y/N, I’m sorry-”

“Stop saying that!” You flung your arms out and pushed him back a step, hands hitting a solid wall of his chest.

“Y/N, you don’t want us-” You pushed him again, Jensen not moving this time. “Y/N! Stop-”

You turned and walked away, hands on your head as you bounded down the back steps.

“Y/N!” You spun around, Jensen a few feet behind you in the grassy yard, your heart breathing hard. “Y/N-”

“I LOVE YOU, YOU FUCKING MORON!” you screamed. He froze, face blank a moment as you looked up to the dark night sky. “I told the DA and the state I wouldn’t sue for all their fuck ups if when you decided to adopt me, the process would happen same day, no waiting. I picked you. I want you.”

“W-why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t Cole?” he asked. You put your back to him, eyes watching the stars above.

“Because I feel like I got stabbed in the heart yesterday and I’ll be bleeding out for the rest of my life. I don’t want adoption unless you want me.” You shuddered when fresh tears started, your throat feeling raw from the choked back sobs.

“But…you know we want you. You know that.” You nodded, feeling him behind you. “If you want us and we want you, what the fuck are we doing out here?”

“This might surprise you but I’m pretty fucked up,” you joked. You lowered your head, wrapping your arms around yourself in the cool night air. “No one’s ever loved me before. I’m so goddamn scared of being loved.”

“Why?” he asked quietly.

“Because what if you change your mind like all the others. There’s no more room inside of me for that and especially not from you.”

“What makes me so special?” he breathed out, resting his hands on your shoulders, tucking your head under his chin.

“I don’t know. I just know that it hurt a hell of a lot more to think you gave me back than to know my birth parents gave me up and I don’t fucking understand why. I’m so mean to you and Dee because if you hurt me like that for real, it’ll kill me. I want you but I’m so scared of that pain coming back. You are the ones that deserve better, not me.”

“And we screwed up so you don’t trust us the way you need to in order to get rid of that fear,” he said. You shook your head, shrugging away from him.

“Jensen,” you said, facing him, the breeze in the air drying your salty tear streaks against your cheeks. “I don’t blame you for not knowing the impossible. That case worker woman was vile. She fucked with me my whole time in foster care. I do not blame you and I hate that you hate yourself for what she did.”

“It doesn’t matter. My job is to protect you and I didn’t. It’s that simple.” You tilted your head, frowning at him. “If we’d stopped her that day we could have been there for you when you found out about her and your birth parents. You wouldn’t feel so alone right now.”

“Yes I would and you know it. Finding out about my birth parents was always going to make me question you and Dee and everything. That kind of pain…” Your gaze went down to your feet for a moment, trailing up to his face eventually. “I was never going to outrun it. It’s something I have to go through alone. You can help but that pain is mine and mine alone to fight through.”

“You shouldn’t ever know that level of pain. No one should,” he said softly. You nodded, the air quiet and still. “I need to let you be in pain I think is what you’re telling me.”

“I’m not looking forward to it either,” you said, closing your eyes. “I got so good at bottling crap up and it’s festering in there. I’ve been trying so hard to stay numb to it all.”

“That’s clearly been working out,” he teased, his foot steps crunching against the dry grass. Heavy arms wrapped around your back, your head dropping to his chest. “Last night you were in shock.”

“I know.”

“I think you have to let yourself feel it all, kiddo. You have to take it and mourn and let the pain in.” You shook your head, his hand dipping under your chin. You swallowed and met his gaze, his green eyes gentle. “You’re scared of being loved? Then let me love you through this. Let me prove that I love all those dark, ugly corners inside of you that you can’t stand. Let me show you I love the worst parts of you as much as the best. You can’t live with this fear and pain forever. So you fight through it and I’ll be by your side while you do. Can we try that?”

“Okay,” you whispered. You shuddered, his hand rubbing up and down your back. “We have a problem.”

“What?” he asked, pressure forming behind your eyes. You screwed your eyes shut to try and stop the wetness but it was coming, your skin prickled up, nerves tingling as the pit your stomach opened up.

“You said nice things and I don’t think I can wait until we get home to have a breakdown,” you whispered, a pang of hurt rippling across your chest. You grimaced, Jensen bending down and picking you up, arms and legs wrapping around him as you clung tight. You trembled, panic crawling through your veins.

They don’t love you. They don’t love you. They don’t love you. No one’s ever loved you.

“Hey, hey,” he said as you sat down inside on the floor of the kitchen against one of the walls. “Breathe for me, tall munchkin. Breathe.”

“W-why didn’t they want me?” you croaked. A large hand tucked you into the crook of his neck, his arms tight across your back and holding you to him. “Why’d they do that to me?”

“I don’t know, baby girl,” he said. You started babbling questions you knew he couldn’t answer, all the while he kept a lock tight grip to keep you close. It was hours later when the tears were long gone and your body exhausted when you finally stopped.

“Jensen,” you mumbled, wearily opening your eyes and met with the mess of his neck and shirt you’d made.

“Yes, sweetheart?” he whispered, head tilted against yours.

“Why do you love me?” you barely got out, throat like sandpaper. He was quiet, chest rising and falling slowly underneath you.

“Those people may have made you but you’re my daughter and I need no reason to love my daughter. All I know is I love her and I will for the rest of eternity so she better get fucking used to it.”

You turned your head up, Jensen lifting his with a tired smile. “How we doing, kiddo?”

“You kept your promise,” you whispered. “About protecting me. Trust me.”

“Okay, kiddo,” he said, your head falling back to his shoulder. “You want to go home?”

You nodded, Jensen grunting as he got his legs underneath himself and managed to stand with you still around him. You hummed your impressment, Jensen chuckling as he walked through the house and hit the switch on the way out.

“We’ll do this as many times as we need to, okay?” You closed your eyes and hummed again. “I’m sorry for scaring you earlier. I just didn’t want you to run off on me before we could talk.”

“S’okay,” you murmured. “Probably a good call.”

“Let’s get you home, sweetie.”

Thirty minutes later Jensen was carrying you inside, kicking off his shoes and pulling yours off your feet before turning the alarm on and turning off the downstairs lights. He didn’t veer left towards your room though. Instead he carried you into his room where Danneel sat in bed with a book and her phone. You wearily raised your head. It was two in the morning. Why wasn’t she asleep?

“M’sorry,” you got out, throat burning again, a wince crossing your face.

“I forgive you,” she said softly as she stood up, tucking your hair behind your ear as Jensen brought you to the bed. She kissed your forehead, sighing gently. “We can talk in the morning.”

“I love you,” you said when Jensen started to move. She smiled, running her hand over your head.

“I love you too,” she said, nodding towards the bed. Jensen set you down in the middle, Danneel pulling the covers over top of you.

Your head had barely hit the pillow before you were out like a light.

You woke up to the sound of a pan clattering somewhere. You looked around the unfamiliar space, quickly registering where exactly you were. The sun was up and a quick glance at the clock showed it was just after seven.

You slowly got out of bed and used the bathroom before leaving their bedroom. Danneel was washing a pan in the sink while Jensen sipped on a cup of coffee and tried to get the twins to eat their breakfast.

“Morning,” you squeaked out, hand going to your throat. You rubbed it, Danneel frowning at you.

“What are you doing up?”

“I have school in thirty minutes,” you said, Jensen shoving a glass of water in front of you that you happily chugged.

“We called school. You finished your exams last week they said and Cole already got you excused these last two days,” said Danneel. “You’re on summer vacation.”

You sat down at the counter and closed your eyes, the sound of a plate set in front of you. You opened them again, Jensen’s plate now yours. He eyed for you to eat and you were honestly still too tired to argue. It hurt a bit to swallow but you got your eggs down by the time Jensen was rushing the kids off to school and daycare.

“Go take a shower and change,” said Danneel, taking your mostly empty plate away.

“Dee.” You paused at the hallway to your room, hearing her stop working in the kitchen.

“Jensen told me about last night. We don’t have to rehash it.” You nodded, putting a hand on the wall. “We’d like to take you on a day trip today if that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Where?” you asked.

“Galveston? Have you ever been?” You shook your head. “You’ve never seen the ocean?”

“We only went on one trip when I was a kid and that’s when my birth parents tried to abandon me in the woods.” You shrugged. “Maybe we should go in a few days after JJ graduates kindergarten.”

She smiled and shook her head. “We take lots of trips. We were supposed to go to Canada on your spring break, do you remember?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, we’ll go on that one in July when Jensen goes back to work. But today is a trip for us three, okay? The little ones can come another time.”

“Don’t they need-”

“They are taken care of. Now go wash up and pack a bag. We won’t be home until late.”

“What do I bring to the beach?” you asked. She smiled.

“Just go wash up. I’ll pack your things. Don’t worry.”

That Evening

You tilted your head back with a smile, enjoying the warm setting sun on your face as you leaned against the railing of the pier. The cool ocean breeze was a nice contrast to the last traces of heat in the day.

“I didn’t know teenagers were capable of spending the day with their parents for a day without combusting, let alone do it with a smile,” said Jensen beside you. You stuck out your tongue at him, Jensen throwing an arm over your cold shoulders. “Warm enough?”

“I’m a little chilly but I don’t want to leave yet,” you said.

“I will be right back then. Five minutes.” He left your side and headed towards a stand nearby, Danneel looping her arm through yours as she watched the waves with you.

“Did you have a good day?” she asked.

“Yeah.” You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “But this isn’t real life. It’s a vacation. I can’t have your attention all the time.”

“Sweetie, you’re seventeen. I seriously doubt you want our attention all the time.”

“Good point,” you said. “But you and Jensen can’t focus on me. It’s not fair to the little guys.”

“Y/N. Jensen and I are the parents, not you. You will never be a parent to your siblings, understand? You just…be a big sister and you leave the making sure the kids are alright to me and Jay.”

“I’m not used to this. Being cared for. Getting a whole day for me,” you said, smiling when you saw a dolphin far out jump over the water.

“You’ll get used to it. This is just the start.” You nodded when she rested her head on your shoulder. “Someday you’ll struggle to remember what it was like not feeling loved. Just give us time to make it feel normal.”

“I just…feel like it’s a lot for just me. I didn’t do anything to deserve it.”

“Love isn’t a barter system. You just do things for the people you love because you love them. Like Jensen buying you an overpriced sweatshirt so you won’t be cold.” You smirked, her hand rubbing up and down your bare arm. “Trust me?”

“Okay,” you whispered, head turning when Jensen approached with a bright royal blue hoodie.

“Alright so I went with blue since I don’t think our daughter is a highlighter pink kind of girl.” You raised your eyebrows, Jensen chuckling as he tugged it on over your head. “Are you about to tell me I misread that?”

“Uh no, I want the blue over the pink for sure,” you said, tugging it down as he fixed the strings. “I just…you said our daughter.”

“I did. Daughter, daughter, daughter, daughter, daughter,” he said, kissing your forehead when you blushed. “I don’t know what to do with her, Dee. She clearly hates being called daughter.”

“Maybe we just keep saying it so our daughter gets used to it?” she asked, wrapping her arm around your waist.

“I think we definitely should for our daughter. What does our daughter think about that, daughter?” said Jensen with a big stupid smile.

“Jesus christ,” you said, rolling your eyes as you bit the inside of your cheek. His eyes lit up though, finger pointing at your face. “What?”

“Daughter smiled,” he grinned.

“I did not-”

“Don’t lie, daughter,” said Dee, Jensen putting you in a headlock when you groaned. “Aw, she’s annoyed with us.”

“Just like a normal family,” he said. You groaned again. “Come on, let’s go find some ice cream around here.”

“There’s a place back that way with a red and white awning,” said a voice in passing. You turned your head to find a guy about your age standing there, a couple guys that looked like his friends walking on ahead of him.

“Well thank you,” said Jensen, trying to walk away with you but you were still looking at this guy with short, fluffy black hair and a UT Austin hoodie.

“Hi,” he said with a smile as you realized he’d been talking to you the whole time.

“Hi,” you said, pushing Jensen’s arm off of you, taking a step closer to him. “Do you go to Austin?”

He glanced down and laughed. “Oh no. I’m going into my senior year of high school. I did a college tour over there last month. They’re my first choice.”

“Same. I want to do their architecture program if I can get in,” you said, the guys eyes lighting up even more.

“Small world. I’m applying for architecture too,” he said, the guys friends coming back, someone whispering something in his ear that had him trying to wave them off.

“Well hopefully we both get in,” you said, stepping closer and holding out your hand. “Can I have your phone?”

He fumbled with it in his pocket for a second before pulling it out. You texted yourself from his phone and handed it back, his shy smile growing by the second. “Text me sometime. We can vent about the application process.”

“S-sure,” he said, taking the phone back. You clasped your hands behind your back, not even a little upset about the weird little flip flops your stomach was doing. “I’ll see you around.”

“I hope so,” you said. “I’m Y/N.”

“TJ,” he said, walking backwards with that stupid grin.

“See you around campus, TJ.”

“You too, Y/N,” he said as you spun around, giving him a little wave behind your back. You walked past Jensen and Dee, humming to yourself.

“Did you see the way they were looking at each other?” whispered Dee.

“Yes,” mumbled Jensen.

“The way she lit up-”

“Yes.”

“Did that remind you of anyone in particular, Jensen?” she said, a smile in her voice.

“Yes,” he sighed. You glanced over your shoulder, raising your eyebrow at them. “She thinks you just met your soulmate.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Yeah, right. Sure I did.”

“Jesus christ, she’s going to marry that fucking kid,” said Jensen. You rolled your eyes. “If you saw your face, you’d think so to.”

“He was hot, doesn’t mean anything,” you said, Dee smirking up at Jensen. “Guys.”

“Alright, alright. Let’s go find some ice cream.”

It was after midnight when you got home and into bed. The bridge of your nose was sunburnt and you were pretty sure you still smelled like the ocean despite a shower. But it was a good day.

“Hey,” said Jensen, knocking on the doorframe to your room as you climbed under the covers. “Need anything?”

“I’m good,” you said, Jensen setting a glass of water down on your nightstand. “Thanks.”

“You were in the sun a lot today. Drink that before you sleep,” he said, ruffling your hair. You closed your eyes and nodded, flashing them open when he moved away.

“Why’d you and Dee tease me about that guy today?” you asked. He looked worried and you shook your head. “It’s okay. I know I’ve never talked about boys before with you guys but like, I’ve had a boyfriend before. For like a month but still.”

He smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, taking your hand in his, thumbing over the sleeve of your new hoodie. “Because for a solid minute there, honey, you weren’t just happy. You were…lighter. We’ve never seen you like that before. You were so forward with him and flirting and that is what I want you to feel with your partner everyday when you are ready for that. It’s very hard to explain that it seemed different than you just thinking a guy was hot. Does that make sense?”

You nodded, putting your free hand on your stomach. “I had butterflies but I’ve had those before. I just…it’s really hard to believe in the idea of soulmates. I want to, you know? The idea that there’s someone out there that’s yours and will love you forever is nice but…I find it hard to believe some guy could ever love me. I mean, you know me. What boy will put up with me questioning them if they love me? I’ll be one of those weird clingy girls and guys don’t like that.”

“Your other half will be your safe place and will love to be that for you. He will love to tell you how much he loves you and he will be so good at it, you won’t doubt him. That is the man you will marry. You will never settle for any other man than one that loves you and you will know, tall munchkin. You’ll know who he is when you meet him.”

“How do you know, though?” You asked. Jensen chuckled.

“I’m going to let you figure that one out for yourself when you’re older,” he said, leaning in. “But do text that boy first when you’re ready. If he’s anything like me, he’ls going to need you to make the first move.”

“You think I’m that brave?” you scoffed. “Me?”

“Kid, you literally pushed me away to go talk to some random boy. I don’t know what that was but that boy is meant to be somebody in your life,” he said, giving your hand a squeeze. “Do me a favor though. Focus on you first for awhile, not boyfriends. Deal?”

“Deal.” He got up, pausing when he watched you part your lips.

“Yeah, kiddo?”

“Thanks, for today. I’ve never built a sandcastle or been on a jet ski or eaten seafood or just…had a day like that.”

“You’ll have more like it, promise. Get some sleep now.”

“I…” you said before he could leave, Jensen cocking his head down. “There’s a part of me that’s still scared, that I don’t fit here. I know I shouldn’t but I might…I might still…I don’t want to be a brat again. I don’t. But I’m scared I’ll wake up tomorrow and you'll change your mind.”

“Y/N.” He looked down, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Dee and I called Cole this morning to start the process for you to be adopted. By the end of the week we should be in front of a judge and make it official.”

“You want to…” He nodded. “Why now?”

“We always wanted you. The paperwork has been filled out since the first day we met you.” Your eyes went wide, Jensen sighing. “We wanted adoption to be the last step after you knew we loved you and we knew you loved us. It wasn’t supposed to be a bandaid to get you there. We know you’re shaky still because of your birth parents and there’s fresh scars there we have to work through. But I know you. I know you want us and we want you. So let’s make you ours and we’ll work on healing those new scars.”

“I-I’m getting adopted this week?” you asked, Jensen smiling.

“JJ graduates on Wednesday and we’re having a party for her afterwards. Is Friday too far away?” You shook your head. “We’ll go to the store tomorrow, find you a dress or whatever you want to wear for it.”

“Okay,” you whispered. He ran his hand over your head, leaning down to kiss the top of it. You pressed your hands to your eyes, trying to stop the pressure behind them trying to build.

“You do want this, don’t you?” he asked. You nodded, feeling the air shift. Your hands were gently pulled away, Jensen kneeling before you. “Hey. You never have to hide your tears from me.”

“It just doesn’t feel real. Good things don’t happen to me.” He held your hands, trying to hide his worry. “Are you really sure?”

“We lost you once. We’re not losing you again. End of story.” You closed your eyes, smiling as he pulled you into a hug. “And to be clear, you keep calling me and Dee whatever you want to. You do not have to call us mom and dad. Ever. Okay?”

“You worry too much,” you whispered, hugging him hard. He let out a huff, chuckling through it. “I wish I was born here.”

“Me too. I would have loved to teach you so much.” You laughed, leaning back to catch his curious eyes.

“There’s still things you can…like maybe tomorrow you can show me how to ride a bike?” you asked. His eyes lit up at that information. “I know I should know by now but no one…I realized the assholes didn’t teach me a lot-”

“We will teach you everything you want to know,” he said, getting to his feet and kissing your forehead. “Starting with the bike tomorrow. Now drink your water and I want you to sleep in tomorrow. You haven’t had a good night’s sleep in months.”

“Jensen,” you said as you scooted back against the pillows and he grabbed your blanket from the chair in the corner to toss over you. “I swear I’ll never run away again. I’m sorry. You and Dee need to have a good night’s sleep too.”

“I trust you, tall munchkin.” He pointed at the glass and you took a big chug, Jensen humming. “Come get us if you need anything.”

“Goodnight,” you said, setting the glass aside and laying down.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

Friday Night

Jensen stood up from his seat around the table on the back porch where most of the family was congregated. “Alright. I’m going to go get the firepit started. Y/N, come watch and learn.”

You shoveled down the rest of your cake and wiped off your hands as you trotted down the stairs after him. “Are you sure this is about the firepit and not giving me some kind of present? Cause you’ve been trying to get me alone for like, an hour.”

“We already got you presents. The new bike for my incredible prodigy-”

“Am I prodigy if we spent thirty minutes watching youtube videos first?” He ignored you, tossing his arm over your shoulder as you walked across the grass towards the back patio deck in the corner.

“You already got your presents for the day,” he said.

“Yeah, stuff I didn’t ask for in the first place. Having…this is more than enough,” you said, gesturing towards him and back at the house.

“I know. It actually makes it incredibly difficult to find gifts for you,” he teased, letting you go when you got to the pit. He flicked the pocket of your galveston hoodie you wore, your head darting down at the thwacking sound. “Hm. Sound like something’s in there.”

“Did you just reverse pick-pocket me?” you said, reaching inside and pulling out an envelope.

“Why don’t you go take a seat and read that while I get the fire going?” he said, pointing to a far off chair. You raised and eyebrow but left him, instead choosing to hop up on top of the railing. “Y/N.”

“Yeah?” you asked, tearing it open.

“There’s some things in there that are different now but the message is the same. Remember that.”

“Okay…” you said, taking out the sheets, pausing when you saw the date in the top corner. “This is from the first day I was ever here, last December.”

“I might have written that awhile ago.” You stared at him, Jensen tilting his head. “You read that and we never have to talk about it again and when you’re ready, we’ll invite everybody down here, alright?”

“What is this?” you asked, spotting an 18 on the envelope.

“I…write letters to my children…for their big life events…some I’ve already written, some I haven’t yet. That was supposed to be your letter for your eighteenth birthday. I always thought with how long adoption takes…it’d be around that time when we had been able to do that for you. Today felt fitting for it.” He put his back to you and started to fiddle with a switch on the stone wall, flames coming up from the gas fire pit. He simply stood there, watching it, ignoring your stares.

After a moment you straightened out the papers and started to read.

Hi kiddo. So today’s your first day here. It’s getting pretty late. I just checked and you’re passed out in your room. I’m taking that as a good sign. I know today was stressful for you, stressful for all of us. It certainly hasn’t turned out like I expected. I never expected you to be any sort of way really. But you kind of broke my heart earlier. It’s alright. It’s part of being a dad. It’s nothing you even did. I see how afraid you are, how closed off you are. You told me not to bother with you.

Y/N, you’re out of your fucking mind if you think for one second I’m not going to fight every single day to prove you wrong. You are worth a family, sweetie. You are so worth it. Dee and I talked about you quite a bit after you went to bed. We’re going to adopt the shit out of you someday. Hopefully by the time you get this, we already have or at least you know we’re going to.

I don’t need that piece of paper to know how I feel. We’ll get it someday, I promise you that. But I don’t need it. I don’t need a piece of paper to call you my daughter.

I know you’re probably thinking, Jensen, you’re nuts. You barely knew me for five hours! How did you know you wanted to adopt me?

Well, Y/N, here’s the thing. Before I opened that front door today, I didn’t. I wanted desperately for you to be part of this family. I certainly never expected to know right away. You know, I’ve only known I loved someone unconditionally like that three other times in my life. You may know them as your siblings. Even with Dee, I fell hard for her but not so fast.

It scares the shit out of me to be honest. You’ll learn in time that while I’m big and tall and strong, I’m a wimp when it comes to this stuff. I got a lot of friends, but there’s only a few I let in close like that. I get scared of getting hurt too. I’m shy and quiet unless I feel comfortable around whoever I’m with. I force myself to not be like that around people sometimes but I don’t have to force a thing with you. So yeah, it’s only been a little while. I know we got a lot ahead of us to deal with.

I know I love you too, kiddo. I’m not your birth dad. I didn’t teach you to ride a bike or swing a baseball bat or take you to your first day of school.

But you’re my daughter and I’ll never give a damn that we don’t share blood or the fact I didn’t make you. You’re ours and we’re yours and no one will ever tell me otherwise.

I’ll always be your dad, no matter how big you get. You lost a lot of opportunities to be a kid. I know that and I wish I could give them back. But I’ll do what I can. You can be embarrassed of me or think I’m a dork. That’s okay. I want to give you as much as possible.

Just because you’re growing up doesn’t mean any of that will ever stop either. I will still be dad and still ask you to let me know you got home safe when you’re my age so get used to it. I know it’ll only have been about a year. I know it won’t be perfect. I know we’ll have had hard days by now and we’ll keep having them.

But as long as you’re safe, as long as you’re happy, as long as you give us a chance, that’ll be more than enough for me. You’re strong, Y/N. I am proud of you for how amazing you’ve done in life all on your own. Maybe it seems stupid to you but I am proud. You were your own parent and I’m sorry. No one should have to raise themselves. But you did a damn good job of it. Let us take over from here. You rest and be a kid again.

Allow yourself to feel loved again, honey. We won’t hurt you. We never will.

By the time you see this, I hope you know all of this already. I hope none of this comes as a surprise. We love you. I love you. I think you know we’re different already. I saw it tonight when I told you I was going to prove you wrong. No one’s cared about you like that in a long time.

Your parents care. Cole cares. We care. There’s going to be even more people that come into your life that care about you. I’m so very honored to get to be one of them. It won’t be easy. But that’s okay. I will never stop showing you that you are worth every bit of love you get around here and beyond it.

I love you.

Also, you snore a little and that’s so flippin’ adorable.

I don’t know how to end this so welcome home, Y/N and Happy 18th Birthday, kiddo.

Love,

Dad

You wiped off your face with your sleeve, a shaky breath escaping your lips. Carefully, you tucked the letter back into the envelope, holding it against your chest.

“Why didn’t you give me this sooner?” you whispered. You heard the deck creak behind you.

“You wouldn’t have believed me.” You closed your eyes, chest tight.

“Sunday night…you said you’d find me another family if that’s what I wanted. Even when you loved me all this time.”

“When you love someone, really love them, all you want is for them to be happy. I’d do anything to make you happy, kiddo, even if it hurts me. That’s what parents do.”

You tucked the envelope into the kangaroo pocket of your hoodie, slowly wrapping your arms around yourself.

“I don’t want you to feel bad about Sunday. We don’t have to talk about that letter ever again either. All I wanted to do was give you a reminder for when I’m not around that we love you so damn much.”

Your bottom lip wobbled as your eyes opened, glancing right to find him at your side. Warm green eyes met yours, his smile soft. He wiped your cheeks with the cuff of his shirt sleeve, turning your head when you tried to shy away. “Hey. Look at me.”

You looked up, soft fleece touching under your eyes and then dabbing over your wet lashes. You blinked a few times, swallowing thickly. All he did was smile though. “Why are you washing my face?”

“This isn’t the first time I’ve wiped away one of my kids tears and it won’t be the last.”

“But why me? I’m not a little kid,” you whispered. He cocked his head, swiping down your neck before cupping your cheek.

“Because you’ll always be my kid and dad’s take care of their kids. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you. I promise.” You nodded, his hand dropping. “I’m sorry about the letter-”

“No.” You placed your hands over the pocket, the envelope crinkling. “I loved it.”

“It made you cry.”

“They weren’t sad tears,” you whispered. He took a moment to clear his throat, leaning against the railing. He lowered his head, breathing deeply. “Will you write me more letters?”

“Yeah,” he breathed out, turning to you with a smile. “I’ll write you more letters. I just thought you didn’t like the way I ended it.”

“I don’t snore,” you said, getting a laugh out of him. “I don’t.”

“Yes you do but they’re tiny baby snores. It’s cute,” he said, looking down again. “I meant the dad thing.”

“You call yourself that all the time.” He sighed, straightening up.

“I know. But that’s not a title I’ve earned with you. I just…” he closed his eyes, shoulders tensing.

“That was my favorite part.” He turned slowly, blinking his eyes rapidly. You shrugged, a small whisper of a smile forming on your lips. “Why the hell wouldn’t I love when you tell me you love me?”

“I can love you as Jensen. You never, ever, have to call me anything other than that and it doesn’t change a thing about how I feel about you.”

You nodded, looking out at the dark river beyond. The air was quiet, Jensen still, at ease next to you.

“We should invite everyone down here before they wonder what the hell’s going on,” you said. You felt him start to turn, your hand catching his arm. He looked down at it before finding your face. You smiled, taking a deep breath. “Can you bring down stuff for smores?”

“I can do that,” he said, getting a half step away.

“Dad,” you said, glancing over your shoulder, his whole body freezing. He spun around, surprise written all over his face. You grinned wider, tilting your head at him. “Don’t forget the napkins this time.”

“Right. Napkins.” He blinked a few times, glancing at the house and then you. “Are you sure-”

“Dad. Don’t make a big deal out of it.” He held up his hands. “I’m serious.”

“Alright. Smores coming right up.”

You woke up early the next day, padding down the hall and finding Jensen and Danneel sitting on the covered back porch with mugs of coffee in front of them. With a yawn, you saw him wave you over and grumbled. You’d taken to drinking coffee the past few months when you started working so much and had developed a craving for it in the mornings.

“Morning,” you mumbled, taking a seat at the table and stealing the closest cup to you. You took a big, slow gulp, humming to yourself.

“I need that more than you do,” said Jensen, taking the mug back, taking a drink. “Sleep okay?”

You nodded, rubbing your eye when Danneel leaned over and gave you a side hug. “Can we be normal again guys? I get yesterday was a big deal but I just want to go back to being Y/N.”

“We’re huggers,” he said as she squeezed tighter. “Speaking of which, we have one last present for you, from my parents. They asked us to give it to you privately. Don’t worry, you’ll like it.”

You raised an eyebrow, Danneel releasing you only to reach across the table and tug over a blue bag. “Go on.”

With a roll of your eyes, you reached in the bag and pulled out a picture frame. Turning it over, you saw a slightly grainy image of you as a toddler, maybe three years old at most. Except the other person in the picture, the person who’s hip you were sat on as you clung your tiny arms around their neck, was a young Jensen of all people.

You snapped your eyes over to him, a silly look on his face. “What is this?”

“When Jensen was in his twenties, they went on a family trip to disney world,” said Dee, hugging your side again. “When he was at the airport, there was a lost little girl and he helped her. Do you remember that at all?”

You titled your head, staring at him, eyes widening briefly. “You? T-That was you?”

“My mom was going through some old home movies and found footage from when that happened a while ago. She only told me last night and gave me a picture like that too. She thinks it’s a sign.”

“It is a sign,” said Danneel, your gaze going back to the picture. “You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”

“Y/N, if I had somehow known back then what your future was…” You nodded, offering him a smile. “I wish I’d known and could have been there for you.”

“S’okay,” you said quietly, smirking at the picture. “Like mom said, I’m where I’m supposed to be now.”

“Exactly,” she said, your arms wrapping around her waist as she hugged you tight. You felt another pair of arms wrap around you both and squeeze. “So, did you text that boy from the pier yet?”

“Uh, actually yeah,” you said, heat creeping into your face. “He’s from Dallas. He seems nice.”

Thankfully they dropped it when there was a crash in the house and JJ came rushing over, covered in milk. Dee sighed and scooped her up, you and Jensen following behind to clean up the floor.

“Y/N,” he said as you used a roll of paper towels to soak up the half gallon splashed across the floor. You hummed, glancing up when you noticed he’d stopped cleaning. “I’m going to say this once and only once because I trust you. The person you end up with, make sure they’re a good one. I don’t want you to end up with an asshole who only tells you what you want to hear.”

“I won’t. I’ve got a pretty good example of how the guy I end up with should treat me.” You continued to clean up, shaking your head. “Besides, there’s no way that I end up with that TJ guy. Like zero chance.”

“That why you keep staring at your phone with a stupid smile on your face whenever you get a text?” You growled, Jensen chuckling. “Oh come on, I can’t tease you about boys? This is too much fun for me.”

“Dad,” you groaned. He only beamed though, smiling as you rolled your eyes. “You’re such a dork.”

“Yup. Just remember you picked us dorks.” You glanced over at him, a tiny sliver of a smile coming through. “Too late to change your mind now.”

“You’re alright for an old guy,” you teased.

“Just alright?” he asked. You shrugged.

“Maybe a little more than alright,” you said, getting a head ruffle, stilling when you realized he’d just gotten milk all in your hair. “Dude! Gross!”

“I love you too, kiddo.”

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Family don't end in blood - Chapter 11

Summary: The summer break has officially started for Y/N and rest of the cast. What Y/N thought would be a bland summer quickly turns into fun, and some scary situations arise...

Word Count: 3489

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x daughter!reader

Warnings: A scary situation

A/N: Thanks for coming back to read more and sorry for the wait!

3rd person POV

"Honey, I've been doing some thinking," Danneel said, Jensen humming as he looked at her with a smirk, "Jensen, not that kind of thinking. Get your mind out of the gutter."

"Well, I wouldn't be opposed to that kind of thinking either," he said, Danneel smacking his chest playfully and a groan emerging from behind the couch, a disgusted look on Y/N's face,

"Just... Let me fill up my water bottle and I'll be outta here. Jared asked me to come over to help him with something so you'll have the house to yourself to do... Whatever... Ew," she made a disgusted face, Jensen laughing,

"It's normal, kiddo. Don't have to be ashamed of it."

"Yeah, I'll remind you of them last words of yours when a fourth Ackles comes into picture. Or fourth and fifth, given mom's history with twins," she said, Danneel falling into a laughing fit while Jensen rolled his eyes,

"First off, fifth Ackles," he said with a glare, making Y/N roll her eyes, "No rolling eyes and no twins. And second, there's protection, y'know?"

"Yeah, cause that always works out," she rolled her eyes, "I'll be over at the Padaleckis. Call if you need anything. Now... Just continue whatever you were doing," she made a fake gagging sound, leaving the house.

"She's got a sense of humor," Jensen said,

"Mhm. I particularly like the fact that she can roast the hell out of you," she smirked, "Now, that thinking you mentioned..."

"Oh, who's got their mind in the gutter now?"

Y/N's POV

"Moose!" you exclaimed as you caught a glimpse of a figure in the garage, sporting its usual dumb attire, a long sleeve, and some pants. It wouldn't be dumb if it were February, but it was July and at 9am you were already sweating your ass off. That's Texas, gotta love the heat. And it seems Jared particularly loves it as he hadn't thought of changing. He turned around, waving as you approached him, finally finding some shade in the garage,

"Munchkin!" he said with a smile, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you gently, which you returned,

"What's up?" she asked as she broke off the hug, "You broke some shit or did something bad? I gotta cover your ass from Gen?"

"No. I promised her to clean the garage and... Well... I need help," he sighed, "I didn't realize this much stuff was inside. Bad move to say I could do it by myself."

"Oooh, so you're aware you're getting old," you teased, Jared sending you a glare, "Alright alright, so you need help moving all this stuff?" you asked and he nod, "Why didn't you call dad-I mean Jensen?" Jared smiled, ruffling your hair,

"I told you not to hide from me, I ain't your dad and I ain't a snitch. I won't tell. Now, I was gonna call him too, but I figured he missed Dee."

"Yeah," you said, making a disgusted face, Jared laughing,

"That's completely normal kiddo."

"Whatever," you waved your hands in the air, "Where do we start?"

"I began over there," he pointed, "Maybe you go to the opposite end? We meet halfway?"

"You mean, I'll meet you somewhere in the corner of your pile," she said with a smirk, "Alright let's get to work."

"What are you gonna do this summer?" Jared asked, making you shrug your shoulders,

"Nothing," you said, lowering a box down,

"What do you mean nothing? It's summer! You don't have work, school. What did you do back in Y/H/C over the summer?"

"Hang out with friends, watch movies and TV shows. Read, play the guitar," you said, getting a hold of another box with a grunt, "I'm no fun."

"That's okay, you don't have to be partying every day to have fun," Jared said,

"Y/N!" Shep's voice called out, making you turn around and smile as the boy approached you and almost tackled you into a hug,

"Well hello to you to Shep. Now, who gave you permission to be almost as tall as me?"

"I did," Jared said with a proud, dorky smile on his face,

"Sure thing," you giggled, "How was basketball practice?"

"Good, it was really fun. Oh, we're playing on Thursday. Can you come to watch me?" he asked excitedly and you nod,

"I'll be there in the front row. He'll be in the back, he's way too tall for the front," you said, pointing at Jared and making Shep laugh, "Well your dad and I were just talking about summer break so, any other fun things you have going this summer?"

"I have nature and basketball camp," he said, "I'm super excited about that. And that's about it."

"You should join him in the nature camp munchkin," Jared hopped in, "It's really fun."

"I'm too old for that."

"We take in people of all age. There's some really old people at the camp," Shep said,

"Yeah? How old are we talking?" you asked,

"Like, daddy old," he said, pointing at Jared who made a pouty face while you were trying not to die of laughter,

"Okay kid I owe you ice cream for that one," you said as you calmed down from your laughing fit, "I'll-I'll see about the camp," you added, taking a deep breath, "Now go take a shower. You stink like your dad after moving a grand total of..." you turned around, counting the boxes, "Five. Five boxes," you said, looking at him, "You really are an old man."

"Told ya!" Shep called from the door before closing it,

"That kid," Jared huffed, "I'm no old man!"

"Okay okay," Sara giggled, the door to the garage opening,

"Now if I recall correctly, you said you could do it alone," Gen's voice rang as she approached you, "She's a plus one. Hi honey," she smiled at you, hugging you which you reciprocated,

"She barely even counts, look at how tiny she is!" Jared tried,

"This tiny thing here moved more boxes than you did. Plus, you had a head start of two, old man," you pointed out, making Jared roll his eyes,

"Old man? Where did that come from?"

"Shep."

"Shep!" Gen said surprised, "Damn, that kid is becoming witty!"

"He is," you said, giggling, "Come on, someone's pride is hurt," you nod at Jared and Gen rolled her eyes as she walked over to where he was and gave him a kiss,

"I love you," she said with a smile, "Despite you being so old," she added, Jared groaning as you giggled, "Kidding."

"Where are other kids?" you asked,

"Dot is with her aunt and Tom should be back after soccer practice. JJ's waiting for him to finish up. Now, you, what are your plans for the summer?"

“Y/N!” Tom’s voice exclaimed, making you turn around and wave at the two. You hugged Tom as he came closer, rolling your eyes at the fact that he’s as tall as you are despite being way younger than you,

"Jared and I were just talking about it. Nothing, really.”

"What do you mean, nothing? Don't Jensen and Danneel have some plans?"

"If they do, I'm not invited."

“Sup guys!” you said, smiling at JJ who nod at you, “How was soccer practice?”

“Was fun,” Tom said, “I gotta do some drills to practice a bit more.”

“Could you practice with us Y/N?” JJ asked, making you smile, “You helped me with my passes a lot. Maybe you’d want to help Tom too?”

“You play soccer?” Tom asked and you nod,

“I used to play when I was around your age. A thing or two stuck around,” you said, “Of course we can practice. How about after lunch?”

“Sounds good,” Tom said, “And… What’s dad doing?”

“Dead lifting,” Gen said as she giggled while looking at Jared, “And failing.”

“He’s not deadlifting, he's dying,” you added, making everyone laugh, “You two go inside, refresh. I’m taking you to ice cream when the twins come back from soccer and dance,” you said, watching as the two walked away,

“Well JJ warmed up to you a little,” Gen noticed,

“Yeah. Nothing much, really. She actually practiced with me only because Jensen talked her into it. She does say good morning to me. It’s progress though,” you sighed, “I’ll go help your old man so he doesn’t throw his back out,” you teased, Gen giggling,

“Alright. Jensen and Danneel are coming over for barbecue tonight, just so you know.”

“Oh, food, fun!” you said with a smile, Gen rolling her eyes as she walked back into the house through garage, “Sup, old man?” you said as you approached Jared who sent you a bitch face, “Don’t frown too much. You might throw a face muscle out,” you teased, Jared stopping and pulling his sleeves up playfully as you began running away from him, laughing.

3rd person POV

While Gen and Danneel were setting the tables for dinner later that day and Jensen was helping Jared smoke the meat and not eat any raw pieces in the process, Y/N was playing soccer with Tom, JJ, and Zepp. They did some drills for soccer, and she also showed Shep a few of those for basketball as well. Arrow and Odette were sitting on the side, probably plotting an end-of-the-world situation, as they usually do.

“Man, you ever thought of sending Y/N to soccer camp?” Jared said as the two looked at the kids playing, “You see her? She’s holding her own against Tom who’s as tall as her, and is even stronger than she is.”

“I mean, I’d love for her to do some sports,” Jensen said, “We do train together, but I can tell she loves soccer. Seems to enjoy it at least,” he said, “I can always offer it to her. It’s up to her if she’s gonna take it or not though,” he added,

“True. She’s also good with basketball, but I see she finds more joy in soccer,” Jared analyzed, “Now, you better tell me you have something planned for the summer that includes Y/N.”

“Everything that we planned for the summer includes Y/N, what are you on about?” Jensen asked confusedly,

“Well she mentioned today she’s probably not invited to whatever plans you might have, so I’m just making sure you haven’t lost your mind,” Jared said, “What is it?”

“Disney World,” Jensen smirked, “Dee planned the whole thing out. Too bad I said yes, she was gonna bring you if I didn’t want to go.”

“Take it back!” Jared exclaimed, pouting, “I wanna go too!”

“You got your own family doofus. Go figure it out,” Jensen teased, watching as Y/N approached them, talking to the kids as she was walking backwards towards them, “Stuff your face with that raw meat or I swear to God-“

“I hath been sent by the hungry tribe to ask when’s dinner gonna be done?” Y/N asked,

“Well if your uncle Jared doesn’t eat any of the remaining raw meat, it shall be done in about half an hour,” Jensen said with a smile, “Having fun?”

“Yep. Tom is really strong,” you said, “Barely keeping up with him. I think next time we come to Texas he might be taller than me.”

“That’s perks of being a Padalecki,” Jared smirked, “You like soccer, munchkin?”

“Yeah,” she said, “It’s fun. Lets me blow off some steam. Why?”

“You played when you were younger too, right?” Jensen said and she nod, “How does soccer camp sound to you?”

“I mean… I dunno,” she said, scratching her head, “I’m, like, too old. Too small. You should also be in a team to join, right?”

“Actually, no,” Jared said, “You gotta play a test match to determine your skills, but you don’t have to be in a club or to actively train in order to join. Everyone’s accepted. Now you might be placed with younger kids, but only because you’re smaller built than the kids your age.”

“I think I might be the first person they’ll turn down,” she giggled, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Let the kids have fun.”

“But you’re a kid too,” Jensen frowned, “And you should have fun too. And this is obviously fun for you. Try it out.”

“You really think I could do well?” she asked, Jared rolling his eyes,

“Tom!” he exclaimed, Tom whipping around and running up to the three, “What do you think of Y/N as a soccer player?”

“She’s amazing!” he exclaimed happily, “My coach said I’m becoming real strong compared to my teammates, and I shouldn’t push with all I have all the time, but she’s holding up so well!”

“Do you think she’d make it to the camp?” Jensen asked and Tom’s face lit up as he looked at Y/N,

“You wanna join?”

“Your dad and uncle think I should,” she said, shrugging her shoulders, “I’m not so sure though.”

“You’d do amazing!” he exclaimed, “Come on over tomorrow morning, when Zeppelin has practice. We do rounds for the camp then.”

“I’ll think about it,” she said, nodding,

“Y/N! Tom!” Zeppelin exclaimed from behind, “Come on, I wanna practice shooting!”

“That’s our cue,” Y/N said, “Tag, you’re it,” she slapped Tom, running away as Tom began chasing her,

“Look at how fast she is!” Jared exclaimed, Jensen giggling,

“She overtook me a few times when we went running together back in Vancouver,” he said, “Embarassing to admit, but it is what it is,” he added, “I hope she tries out tomorrow morning. I’d love to see her have fun for once. She’s too wound up.”

“She’s scared, it’s normal,” Jared assured him, “Let’s just hope she tries out. Incoming, ten o’clock.”

“Have you eaten any more raw ribs, Jared?” Danneel asked as she approached, Jensen giggling as Jared rolled his eyes,

“Y’know that’s becoming old, right?”

“What? The fact that you ate raw ribs a couple months ago, again? Nope, not getting old, like, at all,” Jensen teased, “Honey, I got a question,” he said as Danneel sat in his lap,

“Yeah, what is it?”

“What do you think about Y/N joining the soccer camp with Zepp, J bird and Tom?”

“Oh, I’d love that!” she exclaimed happily, “I noticed she’s having fun. And when y’all finish filming, she can join their soccer team too. I think she’d blossom, to have some sports that isn’t overtaking her old dad when they go running,” she teased, Jensen rolling his eyes,

“Yeah yeah, you didn’t think I was old this morning,” he smirked, Jared making a fake gagging sound,

“That’s disgusting,” he said, handing Danneel the plate with meat, “Here ya go. We got just this to finish up and we’re done. Salads done?”

“Yes sir,” Danneel said, “Bring it over and then we need to wrestle kids into coming to eat.”

“I think they’ll be wrestling us for big pieces of meat when we call them,” Jensen pointed out, “They’ve been running all day straight. They’ll eat like Jared, just not raw meat.”

8 days later...

“Okay, you three sure you’ll be okay?” Danneel asked, making you roll your eyes,

“We’re gonna be fine mom, we got this,” you said,

“We’re gonna kick some ass!” Zeppelin exclaimed as he ran up to you, making Danneel gasp and Jensen snort,

“Zeppelin Bram Ackles, language!” Danneel said, making you giggle,

“English,” JJ added, everyone turning confused looks towards her, “Language. It’s English.”

“She’s got her humor down,” you said with a laugh,

“Just like her mom,” Danneel added, Jensen sending a bitch-face towards her,

“Okay guys, you have fun. Call if you need anything and we’ll see you in fifteen days on the games,” Jensen said, hugging JJ tightly, “Love you birdie,” he whispered while Zeppelin hugged Danneel and you stood back, watching them with a smile. As JJ ran off to find her friends, Jensen walked up to you and gave you a hug too, “My big girl,” he murmured, making you roll your eyes,

“Shut up I ain’t going to military,” you responded, Danneel laughing as he let you go, “Thanks for letting me go.”

“Thanks for trying something out of your comfort zone,” Danneel said, hugging you as Zeppelin jumped into Jensen’s arms, “Have fun out here. Don’t be a big sister all the time.”

“I’ll try,” you smiled, watching as they turned back around and walked to their car, driving off. Zeppelin tugged at your hand, grabbing your attention,

“Let’s go unpack and then we can eat!”

“You got an appetite of your dad, silly,” you giggled, grabbing your duffel, “Come on. Let’s figure this out.”

Six days later...

Okay, Jensen was totally right.

This camp was so much fun.

You haven’t made much friends, as a combination of you being an introvert and younger kids you were playing with who have other fun things to do, but you’ll lie if you said you didn’t enjoy all the games, drills, matches you played. And, of course, all the food.

JJ and Tom had made it into the mixed squad alongside you, so you had some extra work on top of regular stuff, but you didn’t mind. JJ wasn’t exactly ignoring you, but she wasn’t exactly happy to see you there either. You knew she was upset that you joined on the same boat as she did, and you knew she probably felt a little jealous because soccer in this league used to be just her thing. Maybe if they let you play with kids your age, she wouldn’t be as upset as she is. But you couldn’t go against the rules of the camp, and you certainly knew you couldn’t go against the kids that are as tall as Jensen, regardless of their gender.

The downtime you had usually consisted of reading and listening to music, occasionally taking a walk through the wooded area not far from the living area.

On the other hand, you were really happy to see Zeppelin make some friends and have a lot of fun, he settled very well, finding kids that loved legos and dinosaurs and all the little random things he did, and you couldn’t be happier about it.

Of course, Jensen and Danneel texted daily, making sure everyone had everything they needed.

You were sitting on the window frame, the bedtime for little ones, including Zeppelin, had long passed. You were taking in some of the evening breeze when you saw a kid, no older than Zeppelin, approach you with another kid behind,

“Hey, are you Y/N, Zeppelin’s... sister?” he whispered, making you widen your eyes as you looked at the two boys,

“Yes, I am. What are you two doing outside? You’re crossing over the curfew.”

“Uh…” the kid scratched his head as he looked down,

“What happened? Is Zepp in trouble?” you asked as your heart picked up faster pace,

“We were playing truth or dare,” the other boy began, “And he got dared to go into the woods alone-“

“What?!” you whisper-yelled, turning around to look at all the other kids asleep, “Wait here,” you added, walking over to put your shoes on, grabbing your flashlight and your phone, and you walked back, jumping out the window, landing easily, “What direction did he go to?”

“Behind the dorms, there,” the other boy showed you,

“Okay, you two get back into your rooms and keep your butts still. If I don’t show up within an hour, go wake an adult up and tell them everything you told me. Tell them I have the phone on me and they can locate it. You understand me?”

“But-“

“No buts,” you said sternly, sneaking to their living area, “You already messed up enough by doing this stupid dare in the first place,” you said, “I can go wake someone up right now, but I’m willing to let y’all slide if I find my brother. Go. Inside.”

The two quietly jumped back up to their room through the window and you took off to the woods, swearing internally.

You had totally forgotten about her.

What if she’s here, what if she found you?

What if she took him?

He must be scared out of his mind to be with someone like her.

Of course you were gonna get happiness swept right beneath your feet.

You shouldn't have relaxed this easy, you shouldn't have let your guard down like this.

Even if he wasn’t taken, he’s still alone, in the dark woods.

There shouldn’t be any animals around, but you were scared for the kid nonetheless.

“Zeppelin?” you called out for what seemed to be the hundredth time since you stepped into the woods, you definitely lost track of time and you knew your legs are running on pure adrenaline as you knew how petrified you were. You could see her, clear as day, kicking the small boy you loved as if he's your blood. The sights in front of your eyes were at times so real and vivid that you had to slap your face to bring yourself back to reality.

Time was ticking and you couldn't find him. With every moment that passed, you were more and more assured that your mother took him. He's a smart kid and he's got hearing of a hawk. He'd have heard you calling him by now. You didn't know what to do first, you were calling out for him, praying to whatever there is to keep him safe, battling ugly scenarios in your head, until you snapped,

"Listen to me, you bitch," you called out into the open as you came to a stop, "I know you're here and I know you can hear me. Come out of your hidey hole, let him go and I'll come with you. It's time we put an end to this."

You were about to move further down the path but you heard something snap to your left.

A/N: A little cliffhanger never hurt nobody, right? ;D Now don't kill me @crasmuna, and everyone else, there's more to come ;D

#jensen ackles #supernatural #spn #jensen ackles fanfiction #jared padalecki #jensen ackles series #jensen ackles x daughter!reader

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Jensen Ackles and Jeffrey Dean Morgan | New Jersey Convention, Main Panel (April 16, 2023)

(x)

“hey dad! times been good to ya” (x)

when jensen and danneel had crushes on each other but were tied up with other people jensen wrote her a note that said “not now. but someday” and she still has it (x)

jdm was on jensens first date with danneel bc JENSEN INVITED HIM BC HE HAD NO IDEA IT WAS A FIRST DATE (x)

jensen: jdm got off a motorcycle in slomo and i saw hilarie’s jaw on the floor. she had no idea who he was (x)

fan: fav backstage moment from cons jdm: when i told everyone i was having a daughter bc i wasnt supposed to (x)

jensen: when we announced the end of spn and at SDCC there were 7000 people and i told jared “take this in. this is it” (x)

*everyone arguing over an answer* jensen; glad we figured that out. great job jdm: im still confused (x)

jensen got in trouble for sharing info abt a project last con so he will not be saying ANYTHING (x)

fan; SOLDIER BOY COMING BACK? jensen: uh…….no comment (x)

theyre talking about their daughters jdm: mine will be the death of me jensen: one will be the death of me and the other will take care of me jdm; mine will be twerking over my grave jensen: HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW DADDY (x)

.@JDMorgan : the year I did #Supernatural and Grey's Anatomy changed my life #SPNNJ (x)

.@JensenAckles getting the part of Tony in West Side Story in high school was life changing - after his baseball coach talked him into doing it. (x)

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the drama teacher at Jensen’s school wanted him to be in the spring musical and his baseball coach was like “you’ve played with me for three years. go give this a shot i promise we’ll be in the front row” (x) a talent scout was at the play and told jensen that he had it and he should come to LA and he went “lol take a hike” (x) THE ROLE WAS TONY IN WEST SIDE STORY!!! and his whole baseball team was like “woah ” (x)

jensen: getting into the industry is harder now that it was back then jdm: i dont even know how to get an agent now jensen: yeah dont ask us for advice (x)

Question: Jensen, what was your favorite thing about soldier boy? JDM: the codpiece. *crowd laughs* JDM: sorry, I thought you were asking me. (x)

the boots soldier boy wore on the show are the same ones that dean wore on spn. they’re called carolinas (x)

jensen: jdm texted me when i was getting fitted and he was immediately like “SHOW ME THE COD PIECE” and i was like “perfect timing i have five of them lined up which one” AND JDM SAID “PICK THE BIGGEST ONE” (x)

fan; nash was amazing. is there hope for touring in the future for radio co? jensen: thanks it took a lot of drugs jdm: he’s not lying (x)

jensen: touring might be aggressive but anything is on the table (x)

jdm: i watched it online and i remember texting you being like “what the fuck is going on that was amazing” (x)

jensen looked at steve and said “this is a bad idea we should leave” right before going on bc louden swain KILLED and they didnt wanna follow that (x)

.@JensenAckles : even tho it was a vengeful mission, John set out to right a wrong. In The Winchesters we wanted to show John before that trauma. (x)

jensen says the pilot of spn “holds up today” (x)

fan: whats your fav format to play in (movies, tv, voice acting, etc) jdm; whatever has the best writing. we knew supernatural was going to be good by the first ep (x)

jensen turns towards tv bc he doesnt know where it’ll go and where it will end (x)

jensen: ive done soap operas and that was 20-24 pages of dialogue a day (x)

APPARENTLY ONE TIME JENSEN TAPED JEFF’S DIALOGUE TO HIS CHEST AND HE WAS LIKE “WE GOTTA GET THROUGH THE DAY LOOK AT MY TITS” (x)

JENSEN TALKING ABOUT FRIENDS AND HE YELLS “PIVOT” (x)

jensen: i heard “anyway you want it” in the car and almost got out before the second chorus hit bc i thought i was late for stage (x)

fan: go to karaoke song? jensen: have u ever done karaoke? jdm: never in my life. i think you asked me once and i said “goodnight 👋🏻 ” jensen: right but it was more like “goodnight 🖕🏻 (x)

(x)

#Jensen Ackles #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #NJCon23 #SPNNJ #Jensen: Panel Highlights #*#I really enjoyed their dynamic #and how supportive of each other they are #it's very genuine

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sapphyreopal5 · 1 year

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So I've seen some posts here in the anti blogs regarding black magic, Akashic Records, things like that and wanted to share some insight I've gained on this tidbit. I realize this might not be in everyone's wheel house at first glance but I thought I'd write about this anyways. I do a lot of divination work using a pendulum and ABC chart, which is how I learned about this and connected the dots with other tidbits of info I've gathered from divination and also online.

I'm sure a lot of you here are aware of what happened with the Rust shooting a couple years ago. I'm also sure some of you know that Jensen made a remark regarding the film Brokeback Mountain and how this movie ruined Wild Western films for him [x]. Now you may be wondering "how are these 2 'unrelated' incidents related"? According to his Akashic Records (aka both Divine Blueprints and Divine Plans), a certain someone's astral body made a tamper in his divine blueprints back in the summer of 2002 that makes these 2 incidents 100% related as I'll explain later.

This person's astral body who is his wife created this tamper and had it to where Jensen was going to die on the set of Rust. It turns out that if someone hits "Enter" while hacking the computer in Gehanna/Cloud Nine that has limited access to the Akashic Records, a lot of things have to be done to "undo" a tamper, or what was not supposed to happen to someone. All magic does is enforce what is in the Akashic Records and essentially is the reason behind why everything works the way it does. Black magic is essentially the enforcement of the magical user's astral self trying to eliminate their own unpleasant events in their divine plans, and at the same time placing a bad event in someone else's divine blueprints. As Arthur C. Clarke once said, "Magic's just science that we don't understand yet".

Apparently, when Jensen made the comment about not wanting to do cowboy movies because of Brokeback Mountain when a fan asked him if he'd ever make a cowboy movie, one of his higher selves (yes people can have more than one) was telling him "I am Hermes, one of your higher selves. I've come to warn you to not pursue any wild west movie roles, as there is a tamper in your divine blueprints [Akashic Records], where you die on the set of a wild west movie called Rust from a mysteriously loaded prop gun going off while being pointed at you and being fired off camera. The same person who made this tamper in your blueprints will prove to be unsupportive in your time of need but should be the most supportive [your wife], should you end up auditioning for this role and end up walking away from this set alive."

So, what was done to make it, so Jensen dodged this bullet and his life spared? A man I went to school with who looked similar to Jensen (same brown hair, green eyes, skin color and skin tone, but was shorter than Jensen) yet behaved and dressed just like Dean Winchester was killed 9 years ago by freak accident while cleaning his own gun; this was coincidentally 2 days after I started to date my son's dad in February 2014. 2 nights before he passed away/when my son's dad and I started dating, I had a feeling something big was set in motion and it would become clear to me very soon what that is. I oddly enough had a big crush on this guy in middle school but this didn't pan out for multiple reasons. Also, it turns out that Dean didn't marry Ellen's daughter Jo on a divine blueprints level. It was also set up to where Danneel played Sister Jo, who Jensen is coincidentally married to. This served as a hint of whose astral body made this tamper in Jensen's blueprints to begin with. It also turns out that one of the last things that had to be done in order to spare Jensen's life was to make it so Dean Winchester died... by being impaled in the back by backing into a rusty nail. Strange way to die by the way, don't you think?

I do hope Halyna and that man are both resting in peace. On a very strange note, Halyna's death happened on October 21, 2021 occurred 2 days before my birthday, which is on October 23. Apparently Jensen does have an important job to complete and needs to be alive in order to finish it afterall.

#jensen ackles #akashic records #divine blueprints #divine plan #god's plan #divination #anti danneel #black magic #psychic #supernatural #spn

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 3 years

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You're gonna make me cry

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x teen!reader

Imagine: Your father, Jensen Ackles, comforts you while you cry about school

Warnings: none

A/N actually this kinda happened with me and my dad, only it was a bit different, anyway I thought it would fit with Jensen also this person might be a little to much based on me only that the best friend is my sister instead of my actual best friend

anyway have a good day and to anyone who needs to hear this, everything will be alright it might not seem that it will, and I myself might not agree to these words sometimes but in the end everything will be alright, you are going to be alright, so I think I’m going to go and eat ice cream while crying as I rewatch Supernatural have a good day

So here’s the thing you were going to start college

and none of your friends were going to the same college as you

not even a single person from your old school would go to that college

so there wouldn’t be any familiar faces there

you would be all alone in a new school with new people who all had friends already

and you most of the time had a hard time getting friends

so it would be nearly impossible to get friends as everyone else who started at that school probably had a friend that would go there too

it didn’t help that your best friend could get friends easily

So here you were on the verge of crying in you room

while your thoughts went to every bad thing that could ever happen at the new school

especially the thoughts about being alone without friends for the rest of your life

But that’s when your father walked in

He could sense something was wrong by looking at you cuddled up in your bed

At first he thought about leaving you alone for a while

but I’m the end he decided to ask what was wrong

So as he went and sat down on your bed

“What’s wrong y/n”

Only to be met by silence

So he made you sit up and look at him while he asked once more what was wrong

That was all it took for you to completely break down in tears

He lifted you up carefully as he sat you in his lap while he hugged you

And he tried his best to comfort you without knowing what was wrong

When you started to calm down you finally spoke

“I uh.. I will be all alone”

“I won’t have anyone, and what if no one wants to be my friend”

“What if they all hate me or what if all of them have friends already”

“I’m going to be all alone for the rest of my life”

“I’ll probably end up living in a dumpster after college

While he listened to you ranting about all you current worries he couldn’t help but chuckle at your last remark about living in a dumpster

You looked at him with an offended look while your last tears ran down you face

He looked you in the eyes as he said his next words, and you couldn’t help but to look away

“You won’t be alone there, you choose that college because it’s what you like to do, like the rest of the people there”

“I can assure you that at least one of all the persons there will want to be your friend”

“And if you end up all alone then you will still have us”

“You’ll have me, your mom and your siblings, and we won’t let you live in a dumpster, you can live here with us as long as you want, and nothing will change that”

As you looked up at his eyes again you could see that he really meant what he said and you could feel your tears coming again

“Shut up dad, you’re going to make me cry again”

As you said these words he just hugged you tighter and brought you all the comfort you needed

#jensen ackles x teen! reader #jensen ackles x teen #jensen x reader #jensen ackles x daughter! reader #jensen ackles #jensen ackles x teen!reader #jensen and danneel #supernatural cast #supernatural #spn cast x teen #spn cast

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Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas - Little Movie Star Chapter Seven (Jensen Ackles x Daughter!Reader)

[Actors-Masterlist], [Little Movie Star-Masterlist]

Previous Chapter / Next Chapter (05/08/2021)

Summary: Holidays were around the corner & you were more than a little anxious. How did one celebrate Christmas? You had no money for expensive gifts. Well, that meant you had to improvise. Hopefully, it was enough for them.

Words: 3,526

Warnings: Christmas Chapter in May?, anxiety, language, fluff, cute gift exchange <3

~2016~

That night, Jared left your room after you fell asleep. No matter how many times you begged him not to tell anyone about your panic attack, he could not do that. So as the party slowly died down, he pulled Jensen & Danneel aside & told them what he had witnessed. Obviously, they were concerned about you. Yet, they did not go to you right away. If you were ready to open up to them, you would. Still, they kept a closer eye on you from then on, noticing smaller signs of you struggling with anxiety. Jensen hated that you kept this part of you hidden. But he understood that there was a long way for you to fully trust a person & you simply were not there yet. They had to accept it, whether they liked it or not.

Supernatural had a lot to film before the holidays & Jensen had not really been a consistent part in Vancouver because of him flying back & forth. He felt bad when he told you he had to go back filming until the beginning of December. Brushing him off, you assured him that you guys would be fine alone. Besides, you also had Gen & the kids to entertain you. Over the short time, you had grown close to them. You loved whenever Tom & Shep came by to play with JJ & they wanted you to be a part of it. There were some times when Danneel, Gen & you would have a girls day together. At first, it was a lot for you, but you had grown to love them. At the same time, Danneel & you got to know each other way better, especially with Jensen being back in Vancouver.

Holidays were approaching fast & you had no idea how to deal with it. You had never celebrated Christmas before & were not sure if you should get your new family presents or not. Were they people who valued gifts? Would you receive some? Of course you would, you knew the Ackles’ by now. So you had to think of something. Fast. There was no way you could spend a lot of money on these presents. Not because you did not want to but because it would not be your money. You had saved up a little bit & it would do for small gifts. Then you had an idea.

“Where are you going?” Danneel asked when she saw you putting your shoes on. You coughed shortly, trying to think of an excuse. She knew you did not like going anywhere alone so she was surprised when she found you getting ready.

“Um, just wanna take a walk. I won’t be gone too long.” you promised her & before she could answer, you were out of the door. Danneel was confused by your behavior but she thought it to be positive that you were going outside on your own. Clearly, she had no idea that you were going shopping for Christmas presents.

After buying all the stuff that you needed, you started preparing the presents. You still had over a month left but you wanted to start earlier, just in case. It was not a lot, definitely not expensive, but you hoped they still liked it after unwrapping it. When you realized that you had no idea how to wrap a present, you embarrassingly had to check YouTube for a how-to video. After a few failed attempts & you growing frustrated because you clearly were too dumb to get it done correctly. In the end, you managed to wrap everything. It was by no means good or perfect but you could see what it was supposed to represent.

“How was filming?” you asked Jensen after he came back home.

“It was good. We had a lot of fun, as always.” he answered with a laugh.

“So…can you tell me what happens?” managing your best puppy dog eyes, something Jared had learned you over facetime while they were shooting, Jensen simply shook his head at you.

“Forget it, young lady. You’re a fan of the show, I won’t give away any spoilers, you have to wait like everyone else.”

“You don’t have to wait.” sighing exaggeratingly, you wanted to argue with him.

“Next season you won’t have to.” this made your smile grow wider. He was right, you would start in a few months & you could not wait to receive your first script. “Besides…The guys told me that they can’t wait to finally meet you & work with you.” Jensen looked at you, watching your reacting.

“Fingers crossed they won’t regret casting me.” you joked which made him laugh. He knew you were not serious but the meaning behind your words left an uneasiness in him.

“They won’t, trust me.” he reassured you. Hopefully he was right.

Decorating for Christmas was fun. Even Jared & Gen came over to help you out a little. You all planned to spend Christmas Eve together at your house so you could celebrate Christmas the next morning together as well. This would be the first time you were not entirely alone on this holiday. Hell, you had no idea how to celebrate Christmas in the first place. What were you supposed to do? Maybe you would be just fine if push came to shove.

Two more days until Christmas Eve & you could not help but grow more anxious the closer it got. Your fear of doing anything wrong was so big that you barely had time to enjoy the Christmas spirit. Whatever that was anyway…Knocking on the front door that belonged to the house next to yours, you fiddled with your hands, now feeling stupid for coming over in the middle of the night. They were probably asleep, they would not even hear your attempt of knocking. To your surprise, the door opened only a few seconds later.

“(Y/N)? You alright?” it was Jared, his hair tousled from being asleep. Shit, you did wake him. Great, now you were feeling even worse. Shaking your head, Jared ushered you inside quickly.

“What’s up? It’s…” he looked at his phone to check the time. “3 am.”

“I sneaked out.” you confessed.

“And you did that because..?” Jared was confused. Never before had you shown up at his house in the middle of the night. Whatever was bothering you, it was serious, he could tell. He noticed your trembling hands before you had the chance to answer him. Immediately, he walked you over to his couch to sit down. Making sure to send Jensen a quick text just in case he woke up & could not find you, he put his phone away again, focusing entirely on you.

“I’m sorry.” your voice was quiet & Jared felt his heart breaking.

“Don’t be.” he assured you. “Is there anything you need me to do for you?” he spoke softly, showing you that he was not about to leave you.

“I don’t know, I just…ugh.” throwing your head back in frustration, you were angry at yourself for being so childish. Yet, you did not know what else to do. Jared was the only person who knew a little about what you were struggling with. So you did what you thought was right. Knocking on his door at 3 am. Maybe it was not the best decision you ever made.

“Hey, it’s okay. Deep breaths.” he instructed & you followed through. “There you go. You can talk to me, (Y/N).”

“You’d think it’s stupid.”

“Try me.” his answer got a little laugh out of you. Jared’s eyes grew wider when you did.

“I’m scared of Christmas.” you admitted embarrassingly. When Jared did not say anything, you continued. “This is my first time celebrating & I don’t know what to do or what is appropriate or how you guys usually celebrate it or if you expect something from me or-“ Jared interrupted your rambling.

“Hey, hey, hey. (Y/N). I can assure you that nobody expects anything from you. Except maybe the fact that you are there. That’s all that matters. You being with us to celebrate Christmas together.” Jared’s eyes showed nothing but understanding. Your conversation went on for a little longer & when you wanted to leave his house, he told you to sleep in their guest room for the night. Too tired & exhausted to argue any more with him, you let him lead you to the spare room where you embraced the soft sheets right away. It felt good to open up to someone but you did not understand why you were okay with telling Jared but when it came to Jensen & Danneel, you chickened out.

When you woke up next morning, you got startled for a second, briefly forgetting about last night’s events. What would you tell Jensen & Danneel? Getting up & using the bathroom that was attached to the guest room, you were surprised to find clothes on the counter. Assuming Jared was the one who put them there, a small smile made its way on your face. A quick shower would not be too bad so you hopped inside quickly, letting the warm water soothe your skin. After drying off your body, you put on the clothes Jared had prepared for you. A pair of sweatpants & one of his hoodies. Well, you were not sure if he ever got this one back, if you were honest. You knew your way through the Padalecki’s house by now, due to you spending a lot of time there lately. Paddling through the hallway, you heard distant voices coming from the kitchen area.

“Good morning, (Y/N)! Breakfast is about to be done.” Jared spoke up before you could even see him. What was it with him & his spidey senses?

“Morning, Jared. Sorry again for las-“ coming to a halt right after walking inside the room. Jensen & Danneel were already sitting at the table. Shit, you did not expect that.

“I invited them over for breakfast.” Jared told you. Oh, really? You almost missed that.

“Yeah, I can see that.” chuckling & slowly walking over to a chair, your eyes focused on the floor, too embarrassed to look Jensen & Danneel in the eyes. They were about to yell at you for sneaking out in the middle of the night without telling them anything.

“Am I dreaming or is Jared really making breakfast?” Gen walked into the room & everyone laughed at her comment, even you. Surprisingly, breakfast went by smoothly. Nobody mentioned last night & you were more than thankful for it. But you also knew that Jared most likely talked to Jensen & Danneel about what happened anyway. Who were you kidding, though? They were probably aware of the panic attack you had during the party a while ago. Jared only meant well but still…this entire thing made you extremely uncomfortable. You hated that more & more of yourself got revealed to them & you could not do shit to stop it. Being vulnerable in front of them was awful. Hell, they had more important things to worry about than you & your stupid problems.

“(Y/N)? Can you come here real quick, please?” Jensen asked you after being back in your house again.

“Sure, what’s up?” you were nervous about what he wanted from you but you had to give yourself that. You played it incredibly cool. Like there was nothing wrong at all.

“So for Christmas Eve, we’re doing a movie night, right?” he knew the answer to that question but still decided to ask. After nodding your head, he kept on. “What’s your favorite Christmas movie?” that caught you off guard. He asked you? Why would he ask you?

“Um, I love “Home Alone” but the munchkins shouldn’t watch that.” you concluded. A while ago, whenever you talked about all the kids, you called them munchkins. You found it cute.

“True.” Jensen chuckled.

“I’m sure they’d love “Frozen”, though.” this made Jensen sigh loudly & you laughed at his antics. In all the time you had been with them, you sure as hell had watched that movie about thirty times. No kidding. Really.

“Okay, you know what? We’ll start off with “Frozen” & after the kids are asleep, we’ll watch “Home Alone”, is that alright?”

“Sure, if you guys don’t wanna watch another Christmas movie.”

“Not at all. This one’s perfect.” his smile eased you & you loved the fact that he wanted to include you in their tradition. Yep, Jared definitely told him.

Christmas Eve dinner was delicious & you did not feel anxious at all. Chatting, laughing & enjoying each other’s company was more than enough. Your movie marathon was perfect, too. During “Frozen”, you found yourself singing along to each song, as did the little ones. Well, they tried, at least. Everyone was happy to see you enjoying yourself. When you were like that, nobody could tell that you had a shitty past or that you were still struggling with the consequences of it. This was the first time that Jensen had heard you sing & he was surprised that your voice was actually pretty damn good. Maybe you would sing with him one day, who knew? The kids went to sleep & the five of you watched “Home Alone”, happy that the others were enjoying this movie as well. Before you guys went to bed, too, Jensen, Danneel, Jared & Gen placed a bunch of presents under the big, decorated tree. You wanted to wait to add your presents to the other stacks until everyone was fast asleep. So you sneaked out of your room later that night to do exactly that.

Three kids jumping up & down on your bed woke you from your peaceful slumber. Each of them yelled at you to get up because Santa brought so many presents overnight. Smiling at their excitement, you dragged yourself out of bed & went downstairs. The others were already there. Stopping for a short moment, you took everything in & processed the scene in front of you. This was all so new to you. Everybody had a big smile plastered on their face. Was this what you had missed all these years? JJ took your hand & dragged you over to where the others were already seated.

Presents started being exchanged, kids first, of course. Grabbing three small packages, you walked over to JJ & kneeled down to her. The twins were asleep but you planned on giving them their presents later today. You bought a small, soft blanket for each of them.

“There you go, princess. Merry Christmas.” JJ took her present from you & lost no time in unwrapping it. Her smile widened & she proudly held up the pink magic wand you got her. But there was more to this present.

“I got this when I was your age. Bill gave it to me because I always wanted to be a princess in a huge castle on a hill somewhere. I want you to have it, JJ. Take care of it.” she threw her hands around your neck & you pulled her closer. Danneel had tears in her eyes when she heard your story. Jensen wrapped an arm around her. He, too, was moved by what you told JJ. They did not expect you to give any of them any presents. Yet, you went out of your way.

“Tom? Shep?” their heads perked up when they heard their names being called. You each handed them a package, glad that they were too young to care about how neatly your wrapped them.

“Merry Christmas.” smiling when they started unwrapping their gifts, they let out excited squeals when they saw what you got them. They were the biggest Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fans. Tom got Leonardo & Michelangelo, Shep held Donatello & Raphael in his small hands. They thanked you again & again until you laughed at them, assuring that it was more than fine.

“Just, don’t argue over them, okay? You gotta share those.” they nodded at you & immediately started playing with the figures. Alright, at least the kids were happy with their gifts.

“Jared? Gen?” you eyed them nervously. “I-I know it’s not much but…Merry Christmas.” you handed them their gift, fiddling with your hands. Jared let Gen open it. A small picture frame revealed itself. You put a picture of the three of you inside. You took it in their backyard, all of you wearing the “Family Has Your Back” hoodie.

“This is more than enough.” Gen started.

“It’s perfect, (Y/N).” Jared finished & waited for you to make a move. If you were the one to initiate a hug, they would not decline. Their smiles got wider when you pulled them into a tight hug.

“Merry Christmas, guys. This is a thank you for everything that you’ve done for me. I don’t know what I did to deserve you..” before you got too emotional, you handed them their package. It was a little bigger & therefore poorly wrapped. “Sorry about the wrapping paper. I suck at that.” you laughed uncomfortably. Danneel only brushed you off, telling you that it was just perfect. They both gasped when they saw what you gave them. You made a painting of the two of them in a pop-art style. Thinking it would fit perfectly in the house & all.

“We need to find the perfect place for it.” Danneel squealed to which Jensen nodded.

“Thank you, angel.” Jensen pulled you into a tight hug, one that Danneel joined a second later. “You have talent.” he added after releasing you. Blushing at his words, you simply thanked him. A while ago, you would have argued, telling him that you were not that good. But you had improved when it came to accepting compliments. The others kept exchanging gifts & you sat by, watching their excitement whenever another present got opened. Slowly, your mood shifted. Maybe you would not receive anything from them? After all, you were still new to the family. That was okay. Did not change you from being sad about it, though. Not wanting to show your disappointment, you kept a smile on your face.

“I believe there is one person left without any presents.” Jensen spoke up & you looked at him with your head tilted. They did not forget about you? There were still two packages left & he grabbed one, Jared took the other.

“Merry Christmas.” all of them said, even the kids joined in. Why were there already tears threatening to spill? Nothing had happened yet.

“That’s not your actual present. But we thought it was the perfect timing to give it to you today.” Jared put one neatly wrapped gift in your lap & when you saw all of them waiting for you expectantly, you went to open it. No way. Was that real?

“Seriously?” you were shocked when you took a closer look at it. “The script for the next Avengers?” they nodded at you.

“Came in a few days ago. I actually wanted to give it to you right away but Danneel had the idea of giving it to you for Christmas.” Jensen explained.

“Thank you! This is…wow.” no words could be formed. You had to read through it later, for sure.

“Here.” Danneel handed you the second gift. “That’s from all of us & from a few others.” sending you a wink, you were left confused. JJ, Tom & Shep sat themselves around you, not wanting to miss anything. Delicately, you unwrapped the present, only for it to reveal a small book. It read “SPN Family” on the cover. There was also a small anti-possession symbol pictured. You were confused but when you asked what it was, they simply told you to have a look at it. Opening the first page, you could not control the tears any longer.

“(Y/N),

this book is filled with letters, pictures & more. Not only will you find our names in there, you will see that almost everyone who’s part of our Supernatural crew has left you a little something behind until you’ll join us on set. Read through it whenever things get tough or whenever you need something to cheer you up. Don’t forget that we’re always here for you, no matter what. You’re family & we care for you.

Merry Christmas, angel”

Jumping up, you ran over & gave each of them a tight hug. You let the tears flow freely, no longer caring about showing your emotions in front of them. The kids dragged you back to the couch, wanting to show you what they contributed to the book. All of them drew a few pictures & you were in awe. That was more than you could have ever imagined.

“Thanks, really. I-I don’t even know what to say.” wiping away your tears, they knew that it was the right decision to get you this present. It almost did not get finished but they managed to get it done in time. And it was freaking worth it.

~to be continued~

Next Chapter (05/08/2021)

Published (05/01/2021) by Cathy

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thefemalestorywriter · 2 years

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Jensen Ackles Masterlist

Imagines

Oneshots

Mini-Series

Series

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mlovesstories · 6 years

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Adopting An Angel Part 11

Adopting 11

Summary: Aaron visits again around Thanksgiving, the family talks about the future.

Warnings: family fight, language, misunderstandings

Word Count: 700ish

“YN! Get your butt down here!” Danneel yelled up the stairs.

“Coming!”

Danneel was gathering the little ones as they were about to exit the house.

“Jensen is meeting us at his parents’ but I need your help in getting the babies through this trip, okay?” She asked her step-daughter.

“He’s coming to Dallas?! Really?”

“Yes, dear. But shh. JJ doesn’t know,” Danneel motioned to a sleeping JJ on the couch. “It’s late. Are you going to be okay with sleeping in the car?”

“Yes, Dee. I told you. I’ll be fine.” YN smiled. She took a sleeping JJ off the couch and walked her to the car, placing her in her car seat. Once everyone was in their seats, the family headed to Dallas. With Thanksgiving in a few days, Jensen met them at his parents’.

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The next week, Aaron came to check in on the Ackles’. Thanks to the holiday, Jensen hadn’t gone back to work yet.

“So, how is everything going?” He asked.

“Great. She’s doing fantastic in school, she fits in here, she’s-”

“She’s perfect,” Danneel finished for Jensen.

“Have you thought about what we’ve addressed previously?”

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“How are things, YN?” Aaron asked her as she sat between Jensen and Danneel.

“Are you moving me, Aaron? Just tell me.”

“Depends. You still feel like you are doing well here?”

“Depends. What did they say?” She motioned to her foster parents with a sassy attitude.

“Give us a minute, Aaron. There are some cookies on the kitchen counter. Help yourself.”

Aaron stood up and exited.

“What was that, YN? You’re being rude to a guy that has helped you,” Danneel pushed.

“He’s going to take me away! He always does,” she raised her voice.

“You don’t know that! Stop assuming! You know not to act like that, come on, sweetheart,” Jensen rubbed her back. “Go apologize, and bring him back in here.”

“Yes, sir.”

Once Aaron and YN returned, YN told Aaron that she was doing well. She reported that she had gained friends, enjoyed being an older sibling, and she felt loved.

Once she finished answering his questions, Aaron asked her, “How do you feel about adoption?”

“It’s great for babies, not for the older kids. It’s just a fairytale, Aaron. Nobody takes the older ones, you know that,” she rolled her eyes.

He knows this.

“Hey. Knock it off,” Danneel whispered. She spoke at a normal volume when she said, “What do you think about teenagers being adopted?”

“It doesn’t happen, Danneel! It just doesn’t! Stop reminding me of how I’m not wanted!” YN stood up and started to stomp to the stairs when Jensen grabbed her wrist, pulled her back, and wrapped his arms around her.

“That’s not what we are talking about, sweetheart. Just listen,” he whispered.

They both sat down again. Aaron was quiet for a few seconds before he started, “When a child is adopted from foster care, a few things need to happen-”

“What do you NOT understand, people?! That will never be me!” YN started to stand up when the Ackles’ yanked her back down again.

“Stop, YN! Breathe for a second!” Danneel took her hand. YN inhaled and let it out.

What in the actual hell.

“As I was saying, YN, when adoption occurs during foster care, the biological parent must give up legal rights before the family can adopt,” Aaron stated.

“So?”

“Your mom has released her rights to you,” Aaron continued.

“Uhhh. I don’t understand.”

Jensen smiled and got YN’s attention.

“We want to adopt you.”

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thevelvetseries · 4 years

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Voices In My Head Masterlist

Summary : This is the story about Ashley Ackles and how her life turned upside down.

Pairing : Jensen Ackles x Daughter Reader / Danneel Ackles x Daughter Reader

Warnings : Fluff, Angst, Eating Disorder, Self Inflicting Cuts, Self Hate, Attempted Suicide, Minor Drug Use.

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

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amberjazmyn · 6 months

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never asking for it

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - never asking for it

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - mention but no details of rape, swearing, blood, crying

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - jared's teenage daughter, jules (juliannah) was such a careful girl that when she finally told her father and uncle jensen the event that happened at her best friend's party, both men were absolutely heartbroken. they couldn't understand the reasoning as to why someone would do that, not just to jules but to anyone.

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - this is an imagine that was already previously written for a previous book so, please enjoy but do read with caution please as it is such a heavy imagine.

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you never imagine it happening to you because you always think you're being so careful. you make sure you're being careful because you don't want to become one of those statistics that are always talked about on the news. however, you don't imagine it happening to you until that very thing happens to you.

juliannah (jules) padalecki was in the utmost pain, terror, shock and disbelief. she didn't want to believe that the unbelievable happened to her so she just pretended and forced herself to tell everyone as well as herself that nothing happened to her and that she was fine.

the seventeen-year-old girl told herself that she was crying for absolutely no reason and that the blood all over her white dress was her own fault because she wasn't being "careful enough". she wiped her face from the blood and tears, scrubbing her skin so hard that her skin was turning red because she was scrubbing and washing herself harshly trying to rid herself of the blood and that feeling of disgust of the man, the boy, who had done this to her. slipping her father's texas football jersey over her white dress, winching as she did so since she was still in so much pain, that she had placed in her handbag and slithered out of the house where the party was hosted and into her car so she could drive herself home. for she couldn't bear the thought of staying in that house any longer after the events that she had just gone through mere minutes earlier.

juliannah arrived home less than an hour later and slithered into her family home. her parents, jared and genevieve and her uncle and aunty, jensen and danneel all sitting on the couch in the living room watching a movie on netflix. however, it seemed as though they were all staying awake to wait for the eldest padalecki kid to return back from the party they gave her the permission to go to due to her straight-a grades for her first semester of senior year.

saying her hellos to mom, dad, uncle jensen and aunty danneel were quick and snappy as she then rushed up to her bedroom. however, mom, jensen and danneel just thought it was because she was tired and wanted to get changed out of her party clothes. jared was the only one who noticed that she had his texan football jersey over the top of her white dress as though she was trying to hide something from them. the only time jared has started to realise that jules would wear his old texan jersey was when she was upset, missing dad or feeling unsafe. and, that scared jared that his daughter was wearing it after coming back from a party that he thought she would have come home later from. so, it shocked him even more so that she had come home a lot earlier than he was told she would have. it wasn't anywhere near midnight, ten twenty pm to be specfic, was the time that jules had come home and walked through the front door. so, jared had a lot of questions for his daughter however, he knew that she was probably wanting a shower and to get into some track pants and take off her dress.

but, no matter how hard jules tried to hide this dirty secret of hers, it was obvious to her father that something wasn't right and he needed to investigate what was going on with his daughter. he needed to know what was wrong with his daughter because, whilst she thought she had washed all the blood off, she really hadn't and, unfortunately, dad had noticed some dried blood on his daughter's arms and legs which weren't covered by his jersey and in places that shouldn't have been bloody.

jared's pov

tilting my head, i couldn't help but worry about jules, my wife and i's eldest daughter. something wasn't right about her after she had come home early three nights ago from her best friend's party. and, i knew she was refusing to acknowledge it. purely for the fact that she was most likely trying to protect herself from more harm and not being believed.

however, it truly killed me inside to think that someone could have intentionally hurt my daughter and nothing i could have done could have helped her. it truly scares me even more so when i noticed the dried blood on her arms and legs which weren't covered by the texas jersey i had given to her as a hand me down as well as other places that shouldn't have been bloody. it was obvious she had gotten hurt but, how badly and where i had absolutely no clue because of the jersey. but, in my opinion, i don't think i wanted to see what she looked like underneath the jersey and underneath the dress. otherwise, she wouldn't have felt the need to hide it from me, mom, uncle jensen and aunty danneel.

"...daddy, you alright?" i jump slightly as i see jules in front of me, her signature padalecki smile on her face

"hey...hey baby girl! i'm fine jules, why are you asking?" i scoff slightly, in a little bit of shock as she smiles again, sitting down next to me as she still wore the texas jersey, now becoming a common staple in her outfits

"you just looked...i don't know...like you had seen a ghost. dad, are you sure you're okay?" jules asked again with a small smile, playing with my hands as i turned the question onto her

"are you okay, juliannah?" i said, a tinge of anger in my voice as i say jules' full name as she looked at me with a hint of fear before completely changing her facial expression and body language

"of...of course i'm okay daddy, why wouldn't i be?" jules responded as if i was being accusatory as i groaned, my hands rubbing at my face, jules' hands falling into her lap

"bloody hell, jules...you're not hiding it as well as you think you are darlin'!" i raise my voice slightly which makes jules freeze as she just stops moving entirely which worries me even more

"what...what do you mean, dad?"" jules gulps as i narrow my eyes down towards the lower half of her body, more specifically her legs as it seemed as though she had changed out of her sweatpants

"juliannah, my darling'....just....just look at yourself. you've been so alert since tuesday and you're so worried about everything..." i trailed off as i watch jules' facial expressions

"...for christ sake, you yelled at odette after she tried to hug you when we had accidentally woke her up tuesday evening. what's happened, sweetheart? you know you can always tell me anything and you'll never get into trouble..." i pleaded, whispering for my daughter to let her guard down as it slowly started to

her breathing became quicker and it broke my heart as she slowly started to become distressed. tears start to well in her eyes as i gulp. knowing that what my daughter is about to tell me something real bad, i knew i had to prepare myself as i watched my daughter try to figure out how she was going to tell me. tell me in a way that didn't make it seem bad or maybe in a way that felt less complex.

"i...daddy...i...well...okay..." she tried but none of her words came out properly so jules took in a deep breath after i gestured to remind her to breathe

then, she tried again, "...at the party...i...was...i was with my friends...i was with taliah and yasmine...i don't remember where breanna went since i don't think i actually ended up ever seeing her and i...i was at the bar with taliah and yasmine and....then....a drunk guy came over to me....and he...forced...forced me to come with him after i told him no, to go away and that i had a boyfriend but he just didn't go away...." jules started to panic as i slid off the couch and kneeled in front of her after asking for her permission if i could hold her hands

giving me permission to hold her hands, i held her hands tightly and nodded my head, gesturing for her to continue, "....after that he...he got really agressive and he...he ra...raped me dad...he to...touched me when he knew i didn't want it...he hur...he hurt me real bad...and no...and no one heard me when i screamed asking for help...the music was so loud and i...i eventually escaped and took a shower...after that i....i just didn't bother drying myself off i just...i slipped on the football jersey and drove home..." jules finished explaining as my heart just broke

my daughter was raped and touched all because she told a guy she already had a boyfriend and that no, she didn't want his advantages on her. and that's how she gets treated. she gets violated all because she said no. after getting permission by jules, i pulled her in for a hug and i held her tightly because i couldn't do that. because last night i couldn't be there to protect her from that disgusting, pathetic person.

three nights ago | jules' pov

i was dressed in a gorgeous short white dress that tied off at the back but still showed my back off. a physical thing of mine that i loved of myself and a detail i loved about the dress. i always loved showing off my back and my legs, hence why i decided to show off a bit of leg and wear the dress that was short, white and flowy. i was wearing heels that my mom, genevieve had brought for me, a simple makeup look and some rings, necklaces and braclets to accessorise with.

the only thing "crazy" about my outfit was the colour of my lipstick that i chose, everything else about my outfit was white and neutral coloured to fit the outfit choice for tonight for the party. and, you know what, i was proud of myself for this choice of what i was wearing and, even my parents loved it. they had let me go to this senior high school party because of my straight-a grades at school and because i was taking the majority of the babysitting jobs for my three younger siblings and cousins who were the kids of my uncle jensen and aunty danneel. so, obviously, that meant that my parents couldn't go and neither could uncle jensen and aunty danneel. so, they all stayed back at our house to take care of the six kidlets whilst i went out and partied with some of my senior class high school friends.

even though i was going out on my own to the party and meeting all my friends there since i had my license and my own car, my parents had a lot of trust in me because of how responsible i was on my own. and because he knew that when i wasn't on private property that wasn't ours or uncle jensen and aunty danneel's house, i'd never drink alcohol or do anything inappropriate. so even though i was without my parents for this one night, they had a lot of trust in me that i was going to stay safe and that i was only going to stay with the people who i knew more than just their name or the fact that they were attractive. and that, because i was driving, that again, i would not be partaking in any underage drinking.

the minute i walked into the party and tried to find my best friends, taliah, breeana and yasmine, i immediately noticed a young boy. well, he wasn't young but he was probably around the same age or a couple years older than me and my girlfriends. however, the more i looked at him, the more i realised that he was staring and keeping an eye on me, like a real close eye on me. which, not going to lie, of course, freaked me out as, who just stares at someone as soon as they enter a party? most especially if it was a high school party but, i just tried to look past it and ignore it because, it wasn't going to ruin my night. i was going to find taliah, breeana and yasmine and, i doubt he'll do anything. especially when it's considered that he was kissing...well, more so eating, the face off of the girl that he was with right now. so, i hoped that that was going to keep him occupied for the rest of the night or at least for the time that i'm at this party for.

i then just made my way up to the makeshift bar where i managed to find two of my three friends, taliah and yasmine, sitting at the bar and smiling as they noticed me.

"...hey, jules! come join us over here!" taliah calls out as i relax knowing that i would be safe with taliah and yasmine

"hey taliah, hey yas! i was looking everywhere for y'all!" i sighed as i sat in the seat that was empty in the middle of the two of them as i wrapped my arms around the both of them

"hey girly! sorry we didn't text you letting you know where we were, we just found our way here after not knowing where else we could go as a meeting spot!" yasmine apologised as i waved my hand at her, not needing an apology as i did end up finding them

"don't apologise, yas, i found you didn't i?" i giggled as yas and taliah nodded and weren't able to argue with my point so we just stayed here together for a little longer

staying close to taliah and yasmine was the best idea as we just sat and chatted more about everything we had done over the weekend as it had been around two weeks since the last we had been in contact. being this close to the "bar" and with a couple of friends was something i always did when i went out somewhere to meet friends, a safety thing mom, dad, uncle jensen and aunty danneel had taught me as i grew up. due to how common sexual assault, harrassment and the other things are, especially when you're out alone and waiting for friends.

then, out of nowhere, taliah, yasmine and i suggested that we'd stray away but not too far away from the bar so we could dance a little bit. so, the last few hours we spent dancing whilst staying sober as i wasn't at my house or at uncle jensen's and i also made sure to update dad every few minutes just to let him know i was still safe and that i'd be ringing him at nine thirty pm as i had promised him. as, at one point, during the night i'd call him to check in with him.

after that nine thirty call, that was the last time i heard from him after we hung up, telling each other we loved each other and i placed my phone back into my bag. and i just continued to dance to the nineties song that was playing over the speakers.

as i laughed and jammed out to the song with taliah and yasmine who also decided to stay sober alongside me, i suddenly felt someone pull at me relentlessly. i pulled back and looked at the person, i recognised it as the guy who was staring at me as i had walked in earlier on. unfortunately, as i went to look for taliah and yasmine, it seemed as though they had both left at the same time to grab a strawberry mocktail so i couldn't ask them for help.

"...umm, hello? what do you need?" i ask as kindly as i can as he sways from side to side, i groan as i realise how unbelievably drunk the guy was

"y...y..you," he slurred out as i scoffed, didn't he already have a girlfriend? plus, can't he see my open locket necklace which very clearly shows a photo of me and my boyfriend with my dad?

"umm, no thank you, i have a boyfriend. can you please let go of my hand?" i try to keep as calm as i can despite being in the middle of the dance floor of the high school house party

yet, not one was even acknowledging that this was happening after a rule had specifically been placed that if this behaviour was happening, for it to be stopped immediately - some fucking rule it was. especially if no one was paying attention to see if it was happening to then stop it from happening.

"c...c...come with me!" he slurs out again yet he suddenly becomes soberer and soberer by the minute which freaks me out completely

i mean, who the fuck has this much to drink yet sobers up by the click of a finger?

"no! what the fuck, let go of me!" i raise my voice to match his tone despite the loudness of the music that was blaring over the top and all around us

then, something clicks in this guy's brain which causes him to tighten his grip on my wrist. to the point where i started to properly feel the pain and see bruising appear on my wrist.

"no! you will come with me you skanky whore!" he yells loudly as i can't do anything more but just scream out to yasmine, taliah and breeana to help me

"HELP! TALIAH...YASMINE...BREEANA...HELP ME!" i scream the loudest i've ever screamed yet it seemed as though no one could hear my screams over the loud nineties music

by this point, i was now dragged up the stairs of the two-storey house and still, no one had seen or could see that anything wrong was happening. no-one stopped to think that i hadn't given this man consent to grab me by my wrists and drag me up the stairs.

then, suddenly out of nowhere, a guttural scream emerges from my lips as i felt as though my torso, my entire body really, was being ripped open by this guy. yet, he just wouldn't stop, he just kept going. he was doing that one thing that seemed to be so common to do at parties yet, i thought i had been so careful that it would never happen to me. especially because i never thought these things happened at a high school senior house party but boy was i wrong. five-year-old me never thought that i'd become a statstic for rape and sexual harrassment. i have a boyfriend and i was about to graduate high school and move up to vancouver with my dad for the final season of his sci-fi tv show, supernatural. how does this guy not realise that i never once actively consented to this?

"...pl...please stop!" i have the sudden confidence to scream out as the guy looks up from where he had been raping me, absolute evil in his eyes, like lucifer from supernatural

"you're mine now sweetie. you are out of your goddamn mind if you think i'll stop!" he responds back as he laughs, going back to ripping my legs to shreds as he continued to insert his genitals into my vagina

i couldn't stop screaming and crying and that was when i realised i could use it against him. despite the pain that was making these tears and screams, i knew it was now my superpower even though it was a horrible way of seeing it. praying that if i just kept on screaming and crying, loudly, it would bother him or it would draw attention to the upstairs bedroom to the left and someone would hear me and would kick the guy out of the party. only hoping that my kicking, screaming and crying was drawing enough attention to everyone outside and pain to this man, he went on for another hour or so before it was around ten ten pm when he finally stopped after my last kick. my last kick that i had poured all my strength into my weakened leg had caught him square in the gut, taking my rapist down to the floor of the bed he had me pinned down on. that then gave me time and a lot of it for me to escape out of the bedroom, lock him in and then rush into one of the many bathrooms that this person that was hosting the party had so i could take a shower.

not allowing a single breath or look at me, i washed off that dirty feeling whilst still in my white dress. i watched as the blood and dirt from my rapist had fallen off my body and down into the drain of the shower as tears welled in my eyes. fighting against the pain, i had found my bag and i grabbed out my dad's old texas football jersey that i had bought with me just in case i needed it. and after drying myself and scrubbing my skin to dry, raw and red flakiness, i slipped the shirt on despite the pain and i booked it down the stairs and to my car. not even worrying about if the guy had found his way out of the locked bedroom or not.

without hesitation and pure ignorance of the burning pain that was going through my body but most importantly through my legs and vagina, i kept on fighting. it felt like i was on my period because it felt like a searing cramping pain. i didn't bother calling mom or dad or even saying goodbye to taliah, breeana and yasmine nor trying to find them. but, they would all, parents and friends, see my life360 that i was home so i didn't feel like i had to tell them i was home early. because i didn't want to draw any of the attention to myself and, i didn't want them finding out that i was raped.

i finally made it home safely, the guy didn't follw me thank god and the moment i got home, it seemed as though no one had noticed what had happened. i got changed out of my dress, quickly shoving it as far down into my hamper as i could before carefully changing into sweatpants and slipping dad's texas jersey back on after taking a second shower. walking down the stairs was so painful because all i could do now was just focus on the pain of the rape as i made my way to the couch. trying to hide the pain from them though, i sat next to dad as i curled in up against him because he always knew how to make me feel better even without knowing what was wrong with me.

jared's pov

"....after that he...he got really agressive and he...he ra...raped me dad...he to...touched me when he knew i didn't want it...he hur...he hurt me real bad...and no...and no one heard me when i screamed asking for help...the music was so loud and i...i eventually escaped and took a shower...after that i....i just didn't bother drying myself off i just...i slipped on the football jersey and drove home..."

i'm in utter shock as these words fall out of my daughter's mouth. i had figured something bad happened to her but, never to that extent of rape. plus, she didn't even give us any ideas as to why she came home early from the party other than she was tired. how did no one else notice the way she hobbled down the stairs both tuesday and the last couple of days? how did i not notice anything wrong?

"...jules...baby girl...i...i am so sorry!" i whispered, slowly moving closer towards my daughter, getting consent to pull her in for a hug considering she wasn't given that option tuesday night

and i wanted to make sure she was fine with me touching her considering i am a man and it was a man that raped her tuesday night. and jules nodded, allowing me to pull her in for the hug as she just started sobbing on my shoulder. her entire body shook as she sobbed and i had never seen my daughter in such distress. she had never cried like this in her entire life, she was never usually one to cry just in general which everyone thought was comedic considering i am her dad but, that's beside the point. it was beside the point because i had no idea what to do to help my daughter. never before was i placed in this situation of my daughter getting raped and having her crying her entire body out so i had no clue on how to help her. so, the only logical thing for me to do was to just listen to her and comfort her as she cried and explained to me. even though she had already explained quite a lot, i didn't stop her when she gave more details.

"daddy, it...it happened all so quickly. i...i...one moment i was dancing and...and laughing on the dance floor with yasmine and taliah, none of us i guess able to find breeana and then the next minute...i was being grabbed by a guy who i had noticed earlier on who had watched me walk in and then when he noticed yasmine and taliah go off to get drinks, he just grabbed me..." she trailed off as she then caught her breath before continuing

"...he then dragged me upstairs into the left-hand room and he ra...raped me in the bed...thank god he didn't break noah's necklace...my gosh...the both of you would've gotten so mad if he saw that the necklace you two got for me was broken...he would've killed me...he--"

"--ssh, darling, hey, slow down darlin'! slow down baby, noah would not at all have gotten mad if he noticed your necklace was broken. if anything, he'd be concerned that's for sure but he wouldn't be mad. he would definitely ask as to why it broke but he would let you explain! he wouldn't have killed you, darling girl, he loves you way too much to even lightly tap you during a play fight *jules tearfully giggles* but he would never be mad! whilst i'm also glad that the necklace wasn't caught in the crossfire, you really need to report this, juliannah. it's rape, stalking and as much as it pains me to say, attempted murder if he had kept going. it's still early on, it's only been seventy-two hours so the earlier we report it to the police, the earlier we'll have him thrown into jail!" i speak softly, but i'm firm and jules' knows this because i call her by her full name as i brush her hair and she nods and sniffles slightly as she tries to compose herself

"daddy, i...i need to show you something...i...i've been hiding it in my hamper since tuesday night," jules speaks softly, grabbing my hand and lifting us both off the couch as she leads me upstairs to her bedroom

as we enter her room, i'm confused as she sits me on the bed as she goes over to her hamper which was on the other side of the room. it was closest to her ensuite bathroom as she rummages through before she grabs out what looks like a ziplock bag from the depths of the hamper. my eyes then widen in shock as i realise what was in it...

"...this was the dress i was raped and covered in blood with. i washed my body as best as i could in the shower at the house before i threw the jersey over the top once i was clean and rid of as much blood as i could get off. the reason why i changed into the jersey was that, it's the shirt i bring with me everywhere i go now because, just in case something bad happens or if i just miss you, i'll put it on and i'll suddenly feel better because it still smells like you. i knew that if i put the jersey on, it would distract me for a moment whilst i tried to comprehend in my brain why i was covered in blood with so much pain everywhere. i haven't been able to look at it for three days, daddy! i haven't even let mom rummage through my hamper because i knew she would immediately find it at the bottom of the hamer and she'd question me straight away!" jules trailed off in so much fear as i was at a loss for words

"what...what do i do, daddy? i'm so scared and i...i can't be trusted to go out again! especially in an outfit like that again, i...i was practically asking for it as apparently, i wasn't being careful as usual, apparently, the necklace that holds a photo of me with my dad and boyfriend around my neck wasn't doing its job in letting creepy men who don't even look like high schoolers know that i'm taken and don't want to be raped and assaulted by them! ap...apparently me st...staying sober at a high school senior's party wasn't telling them "no" enough and that i was being cautious. apparently staying close to the bar and trying to stay as close to my friends wasn't telling them that i was trying to stay as safe as possible! what...what did i do so wrong, daddy? what...i..." jules was distraught and distressed as she just spiralled out of control, tears spilling down her cheeks

this was when i knew she needed to file a report with the police immediately and then get checked out at the hospital. just in case she was drugged or anything of the sort, despite the fact that we knew and she knew she wasn't even drinking alcohol in the first place.

"...baby girl, darlin' we need to go to the police! three days has been too long! and whenever you feel ready, you also need to tell mom, uncle jensen and aunty danneel but only when you're ready! never, ever will i push you to tell them until you are ready but, they are the rest of your family and they need to know just like the police!" i stand firm as jules almost loses it but i wrap my arms around her so she didn't fall

"with...with the dress?" jules breathing once again becomes quick and distressed as i nod my head, my heart breaking even more as i explained further

"yes baby girl, alongside the dress and the bruises and dried up blood that you couldn't wash off yourself, that's the biggest piece of evidence you have against that man, jules. along with these bruises and marks he gave you, that'll help the police more with the investigation and beliving it. but, please, just know baby girl that we will get this man thrown in jail, no matter what even if it's broadcasted because it's "jared padalecki's daughter jules padalecki" you understand me, princess? we're going to get this sorted and he'll be thrown away forever so no more girls and boys get hurt, okay?" i tell her as she nods her head as she all of a sudden turns to me and shocks me again with the next sentence that comes out of her mouth

"but first...i...i have to tell mom, uncle jensen and aunty danneel..." she trails off as i step back in shock but a small smile forms on my lips as i nod my head, my little girl really was like her dad

jules' pov

i decided that, with dad's help, i could tell mom, uncle jensen and aunty danneel what happened on tuesday. uncle jensen and aunty danneel were almost always over so it wasn't unsual that they were back over at ours even though they were over on tuesday. and, i was also going to later on apologise to my little sister, odette, for yelling at her for just wanting to come into my room and be hugged. she truly didn't deserve to be yelled at as, in all honesty, i had woken her up because i had walked in and caused a little bit of a commotion.

"...jules, you okay baby girl?" uncle jensen questions as he softly rubs his finger against my hand as i gulp, looking towards dad who nods his head, giving me all the confidence i needed to tell the rest of my family

"umm...yeah...i am just a little bit..." "...actually, no, i'm not okay uncle jensen..." i trailed off, watching as mom, uncle jensen and aunty danneel look at each other in worry before diverting their attention back to me

"what...what's going on sweetheart? you're scaring us jules, what's wrong?" mom speaks up this time as i breathe in before i just spat it out opposite to what happened when i tried to explain it to dad

"i got raped at that party last night!" i rush out, my eyes clamping shut as i cover my face with my hands as i feel the vibrations from the floor

uncle jensen had stepped back in shock whilst mom and aunty danneel didn't move a single muscle as they stayed silent, as did dad.

"sweetheart...jules...i...i am so sorry...you...the pain...i.." mom was too stunned to speak as she moved forward and pulled me into her arms, uncovering my face without any hesitations i reciprocated mom's hug as she then knew she could go further into the hug after i consented

"it...it was so scary momma! i...i honestly thought he'd broke noah's necklace..." i trailed off, once again, my only thought that my boyfriend's necklace he gave me was going to break

mom pulled back, her figners lightly grabbing the necklace as she breathed out, the necklace was still in one piece as noah had come out from where he was hiding out in the kitchen. oh...yeah, i forgot to mention that noah had come over to visit and had been since wednesday, the day after i was raped.

"...jules, babe, who cares if he broke the necklace? i would have easily brought you another one the second i noticed it not around your neck. i'm not fussed about some stupid chain that's so replaceable when he hurt you and could have done worse if you didn't get him to stop in time!" noah spoke as he moved closer to me little by little as i nodded, giving him consent to pull me in for a hug

mom had since stepped back, uncle jensen and aunty danneel watching on as they waited before uncle jensen spoke up.

"why weren't we there with you?" uncle jensen growled, wishing that he could have helped as i shook my head

"no, uncle jensen, whilst it's not okay and it never will be, the damage is done but for now it's as okay as it's ever going to be. daddy and i will go down to the station and then the hospital. everything is under control and i am okay despite all the pain that i'm going through," i speak in the calmest voice i have this entire experience as uncle jensen nodded his head and slowly walked over as i allowed him to hug me as i could tell he was suppressing his tears

aunty danneel was the next person to speak up, i then hugged her as i slowly started to feel safe alongside my own family and boyfriend again.

"what evidence to do you have other than the physical, darling?" aunty danneel questions ever so softly and tenderly as i smile nervously

the dress that was ever so bloodied and no longer white as if it came from a crime scene came out from behind my back as they all look away in shock. they all seemed to become teary-eyed as i gulped in my own embarrassment.

"the dress i was wearing tuesday evening. i had dad's texas football jersey over the top because it made me feel safe in the most unsafe situation because it smelt like him and it made me feel like he was there hugging me and protecting me. i always bring that jersey with me everywhere i go just in case i need it for emergencies..." i trailed off as everyone nodded their heads

i then made their attention turn to the dried blood and the bruises that they were now discovering all around my body as i watched my family all comfort each other and my boyfriend. also comforting me since it was obvious this was still a lot for me.

time skip

less than an hour after telling my family and apologising to my baby sister, dad and i provided a report to the police and i had been double, maybe thrice checked over at the hospital. and, amazingly, i was free from any stds and utis which was the best thing that could have come out of that traumatic event as well as the fact that all the pregnancy tests i had to do also because of the rape, were negative thank god! my cuts, bruises and the big laceration across my abdomen and towards my vagina were also checked over and bandaged in their correct manners and i was then cleared to go back home with dad. this was the time that i took to relax with my boyfriend, parents and rest of the family.

"...next time, we're all going out as a family!" dad spoke up, addressing all the adults in the room, including noah and i as they all agreed, dad pulling me into his lap as i smiled, curling up next to him

"never asking for it!"

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i lowkey had no clue how to incorporate the title at the end so, sorry that it's awful!

rape and sexual assault/abuse/harassment however you wish to categorise it, it's all the same thing! you are not alone and it is never your fault! i used the example of jules blaming her outfit and how she refused to get drunk and made sure that she was safe as the reason as to why she was targeted. i did this from an authors standpoint to really showcase that rape and sexual assault can happen to anyone and there is never one specific thing or reason as to why people get targeted. i also wrote this because i experienced something like this, however, not to this extent. yet, i will not let my experience be invalidated because of how 'mild' it was to other sexual harassment cases, it was still sexual harassment. mine happened in a bar on my university campus, he was six years older and he was making sexual comments on a video of mine, most especially my butt due to the short skirt i was in whilst i was in front of him (in which, i didn't realise how short it was on me). i have a video of him with his arm wrapped around my shoulder, to which i didn't consent to and tried to get away from him, he refused. i was trying to get uni work done and he was constantly trying to advance closer to me. the only times he sort of stopped was when my friends and one of his friends came over and chatted to us. the other times, i had to make up excuses to get out of the situation until i finally decided enough was enough and that, i was going to be late to my class if i stayed one more second with him. after all that, he proceeded to be verbally abusive to me over snapchat and had a go at me, gaslighting me and making me feel as though it was my fault because he saw it as me giving him consent when i never gave him a definitive yes or no. he got mad at me because i was 'late' because i missed my bus and then told me it was my fault because he had taken a few hours off work to be with me when i never once told him he had to do. that was all his doing, never once did i ask him to take work off to be with me because frankly, i was just agreeing because, if i said no, god forbid, he may have gotten physical with me if he were to catch up with me at a different time. and, also, i wasn't allowed to be mad at him because he then got defensive! thankfully, he didn't do worse because, if he did then, my god, my uni friends would not have liked that! like, for weeks, i wasn't even confident enough to walk into the bar that it happened in because i was scared i would have to see him again. i would then see him walk around and my friend would let me know so i would know not to look in the same direction and draw attention to myself.

i shouldn't have even had to tell that story because i shouldn't have had that happen to me! most especially on the campus of my former university where it is supposed to be a safe space! everywhere in that building of the bar and around that campus, i see signs talking about what to do and where to report sexual harassment. this shouldn't even need to be done but it does because people are just on this world to bring harm and ptsd to others! to the young adult that did this to me, the biggest fuck you goes to you because you had no right to violate me, an innocent at the time eighteen year old who had no clue the entire time that you were this terrifying and forceful! you literally used manipulation to make me possibly fall in love with you and then just abuse me like that? it is not okay! however, i know it wasn't my fault because what i was wearing was not 'provocative' or seen as i was asking for it. i was wearing jeans and a v-neck short sleeve, my shoulders were covered as was my stomach.

if you or anyone you know has experienced this and haven't had the courage to tell anyone, i urge you to please find that courage and tell someone because no matter if what happened to you was as 'mild' as mine or you getting raped, please call someone.

that is the website link to RAINN, america's largest anti-sexual violence organisation

that is the website link to reach out, australia's sexual assault support page and what numbers to call depending on the state you live in.

https://www.rcne.com/

and this is the website link to rcne, europe's sexual assault crisis network which supports survivors of sexual assault in any of the European countries.

ilysm and stay safe, please xx

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#supernatural cast #angst #jared padalecki x daughter juliannah (jules) padalecki #genevieve padalecki #jensen ackles #danneel ackles #r*pe tw #never asking for it

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 9 months

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Hello! I don’t think my previous ask went through, anyway I was wondering if you write Jensen x foster daughter reader where Danneel lost her credit card and thought reader stole it but turns out it was one of the trio that took it? I will ask both anonymously and normally in case tumblr does not work again. Thank you!

Hi there! I’m pretty sure that’s in the A Place To Call Home Adoption Day timestamp!

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sara78 · 10 months

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Family Don't End In Blood - Part 10

Summary: Following the events of the previous nights, everyone is keeping themselves on their toes. The Ackles family, plus Y/N and Jared, discuss their further moves. Disagreements arise, but a kind soul breaks out the fight easily and allows things to settle down before talking real game.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x foster!daughter reader

Word count:3,299 (wow, really?)

Transcription - Y/M/N: Your mother's name ; Y/H/C: Your home country

Warnings: Mentions of abuse (nothing graphic but SKIP IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU), kids are the kindest souls in the universe and you can't prove me otherwise, angst

A/N: Here's a little reward for powering through the week :D

Your nights have been pretty restless through the last few years of your life. The way you would flinch from the slightest sound your ears picked up, the way you curled underneath the blanket and squeezed a pillow to your chest, often burying your face in it as well, trying to quiet down the cries and allow the soft fabric to pick up all of your tears without any judgment, the way you would jump awake from a nightmare, just to get hit and yelled at for waking up others and the way you overall didn't feel safe, did a thing or two to you through the course of years.

Something happened with all of that when you started working on Supernatural. Something changed in the way your body worked. You slept pretty well. Yes, nightmares were still there, but there was no yelling and punching after you woke up from one. Your body felt safe, surrounded by kind people and kids. You slowly but surely started to feel like the old self - able to asleep in any spot at any time. You're pretty sure Jensen, Jared and Misha have a whole album on their phones just with your weird sleeping spots just to tease you, which you didn't mind, as you had just as much material to tease them back.

But this night was restless. For both you and Jensen. Maybe it was the fear of what tomorrow would bring. Maybe it was fear of how are things going to go down. Or it was fear of losing people close to you. No matter the reason, fear was evidently present. You could feel it in the air.

You just laid down next to Jensen and stared at the ceiling with him after you finished getting ready for bed.

He'd strike up a question. You'd do the same. But all the conversations died rather quickly and you'd both return to silence, staring at the ceiling and trying to calm down your racing minds.

Soon enough the night turned into early morning, and everything that was going through your head was pushed aside as you heard a knock on the door,

"Hey," Jared's raspy morning voice spoke up, "Danneel and the kids should be here soon. Wanna come with us to pick 'em up?" you nod, sitting up and yawning, Jensen still laying down, "Did you two sleep any?"

"No," Jensen said as he sat up while you stood up, rubbing sleep out of your eyes, "I'll be ready in a few."

"No hurries," Jared said, "Y/N, wanna come with me to grab breakfast after we pick everyone up from the airport? We're not on set today."

"What?" you asked, visibly confused, "It was supposed to be Mish, you and me on set today. What happened to that?"

"Rich sent me a text and told me we're off the schedule for today and tomorrow. We had the weekend off anyways, so it's just extended now," Misha spoke up from behind, making you sigh,

"I don't want others working overtime because of me. I can work."

"Rich is behind the steering wheel and that's what he decided. Making this show isn't just acting as well," Jared pointed out,

"Besides, you can go ahead and call him, wake him up and make him all grumpy. I'd enjoy that, he loves his beauty sleep," Misha added, making everyone smile.

Crowded places weren't your jam. Maybe because you always had a feeling you weren't safe. You didn't know how many different personalities walked past you and that scared you a bit. Especially because coming from a third-world country, you'd never seen so many people packed somewhere and it was a weird experience, but you'd learned fast enough.

But this time, as you walked through the airport, you kept scanning every single face that had even the slightest of resemblance to her.

You were afraid she was following you. You weren't sure how much does she know and what weapons is she willing to use to get to you and people you love. She's got her way around here and it scares you to hell and back.

And to think that she could pop out from anywhere and hurt anyone who's walking with you and hurt the four people who are about to land sent chills down your spine and kept you on edge with every step you took.

You were at the gate just in time, as Danneel walked up with the kids. While the girls ran to Jensen, Zeppelin had no problem running to you, even though he was on a long flight and you could see how tired he was just by the way he looked at you. But the way he lit up and smiled when his eyes caught glimpse of you made you smile just as wide, seeing how much joy and love can a child's heart hold. He was in your arms within seconds and you felt so relieved to be able to hug him tightly and protect him from whatever might happen.

He's just a little kid.

How can she threaten a child?

You kissed his temple as he curled into your hold and clung to you, not letting go,

"I missed ya, Y/N," he murmured, making you smile and rock him gently,

"I missed you too, big guy," you responded, allowing Jensen to give his buddy a kiss as you waved at the girls. Arrow came up and gave your leg a small hug, while JJ walked past you and went straight to Jared. You sighed, Danneel showing up and giving you a big hug,

"I'm sorry," you whispered and she shook her head, still hugging you,

"There's nothing to be sorry for. We're safe and that's all that matters."

"Let's get going," Misha said, "You must be tired and hungry."

"Y/N and I will go order and bring breakfast home," Jared said, letting JJ down into the backseat and making you sigh as you put Zeppelin in his car seat to which he protested,

"Hey, what's my little guy want for breakfast?" you tried and he pouted, "Buddy, I know you wanna stay with me, but uncle Jared has no kid seats in his car because he's a dummy," Zeppelin giggled, making you smile too, "How about I get y'all a shake?" Arrow squealed in joy in response, Zeppelin nod and JJ kept quiet,

"Birdie, say thank you to Y/N," Jensen said, looking at her as he sat in the drivers seat. She pouted and looked away in the other direction, "Come on birdie."

"Thanks," she murmured, not looking at you. You sighed, looking down for a second and catching a deep breath to stop the tears from spilling.

JJ didn't like you. At all. And that was okay. You didn't expect her to like you. Especially because she's way older than the twins and understands more than they can right now. But you were trying to do as much as you could without overstepping her boundaries and now, when you are this vulnerable, the slightest thing that usually doesn't bother you now seems like the end of the world. And it hurt, plain and simple.

"What's the plan?" you asked, working on strapping the twins safely into their seats as you sniffled,

"We're gonna discuss that on our way back," Jensen sighed, sipping on his coffee, "You don't separate from Jared."

"I won't," you sighed, kissing Zeppelin and Arrow's foreheads before closing the door to the backseat, "Please, talk about every possible option. Even the ones that have me going away," you said and Danneel shook her head as you looked at her,

"You going away is never going to be an option," she said with a smile and you sighed, walking away to Jared's car.

Three hours later

"You guys good?" Jensen asked as you and Jared walked into the apartment an hour and a half later,

"Yeah," you smiled, "Kids asleep?"

"Out like a light," Danneel smiled, "Zeppelin was the last one to fall asleep. He was waiting for you."

"That kid will be the death of me," you smiled, "Breakfast good?"

"Yeah. Yours got cold though," Jensen pointed out, "Everything okay for sure?"

"Yeah," you smiled, "We just needed to clear our heads and get some fresh air."

"I had a moment and she made me stop and do as she said," Jared popped in, "Sorry for not checking in."

"She sent me a text. Knows us all too well," Jensen smiled, ruffling your hair, "Now you two get your asses at the table and eat."

Heavy silence filled the room while you and Jared ate. Jensen was sipping on his fourth coffee of the day and Danneel was sitting right next to him, cuddled up to his side and playing with the fingers of his hand.

Jared was obviously the first one to finish the meal, as he was the human food vacuum. You took a few more minutes before placing your plate and utensils into the dishwasher and turning it on. You returned to the living room, where Jensen and Danneel were on the couch and Jared was on the other couch, facing the two. You took a seat next to Jared and sighed,

"This can't go on anymore," you said, bringing Jensen back from his over thinking and Danneel from her half-asleep daze, "We can't make this work out. We tried, and I love you all for trying, but it's not working. We gotta do something because I don't want either of you being in danger anymore."

"We don't want you being in danger too," Jensen added, making you sigh, "We're gonna make it work."

"How?" you asked, "By keeping Dee and the kids here, imprisoned?"

"No," Jensen shook his head, "It was a bone-headed move to make them come here. I acted out of fear. They're way safer in Texas."

"What makes you think that?" you asked,

"She's wanted for not showing up for trial with Chaos Machine when she attacked you," Danneel explained, "She can't cross the border nor use any of her documents. Unless she makes a new identity, she can't cross the border. She's also here on a travel visa, which expired long time ago."

"She makes connections so deep in the rotten pores of the law it makes me sick. I wouldn't be surprised if she found someone to work with who could get her over the border," you explained,

"Even if she does, it'll take a long time. Kids and I will be safe in Austin. Now, Jensen, honey, you making us come here wasn't a bone-headed move. We need to be together, at least for a few days. Kids and I will stay for a bit and then go back. They still have around a month of school left and you have a lot of filming to do."

"I mean, it's only five weeks. But that might be extended, given all the circumstances," you pointed out and Jensen shook his head,

"We're skyrocketing on the streaming charts. We're doing another season in the fall and two extra episodes this summer. Meaning we don't get off work till mid June."

"When were you gonna tell us that?" Jared spoke up from where he was leaned against the couch, "We doing that good?"

"We still got it, old man," Jensen teased, making everyone giggle,

"He's not old. He just has gray hair that Sarah has to dye over and over again," you pointed out, Jared sitting up and tickling your sides as Jensen and Danneel giggled, "I'm glad we brought the show back."

"We all are," Danneel smiled,

"Nonetheless, my point stil stands. The filming is going to take a while. She has all the time in the world to figure shit out. She's going to find a way to fuck us over, one way or another. I know you don't like this idea at all, but I think that me moving out is the most rational option at the moment."

"No," Jensen shook his head, eyes staring at some point on the carpet, "Not happening."

"Jense, it's for the best. I'm the target and she's using you to get to me. She knows me all too well. If I remove myself from your place, she won't chase after you anymore. We're gonna see each other on set. We have phones too. We can keep in touch, and of course we will. I don't want to cut any contact off. I just want to remove myself physically from you and your families until it's safe for you."

"It's supposed to be about your safety too, not just ours," Jensen said,

"Well my safety had been compromised for a very long time. I can live a bit longer in the danger zone. You, however, don't deserve to suffer because of what's going on between me and her."

"But kid, there's a plot hole," Jared spoke up, "Say you move out. We stay in contact, all cool. But what if she comes to us and asks for your whereabouts?"

"Simple, I won't give you my address. You won't know."

"And you think that us telling her we don't know will be the answer she wants to hear? You think she'd believe us?"

"I… Fuck," you breathed, running a hand over your face,

"I'd tell her to piss off, whether I knew the address or not," Jensen growled,

"None of us would give it up," Jared added, "I see where you're coming from, munchkin. But unfortunately, plot holes exist and she might want to hurt us even if we're don't know anything about your whereabouts. I'm siding with Jensen on this one. It's better to be around familiar people. It helps with your head, right? That's what you told me like an hour ago. There's no reason to sit and suffer in silence."

"I wish I was normal," you whispered, looking down to the floor, "I wish we weren't having this conversation right now. I wish I wasn't the problem."

"You are normal and you aren't the problem," Danneel said, "Sweetie, you're so far from the problem. We all know who the real problem is and we know that in this moment we can't remove it. But what we can do is stay together and keep fighting."

"What if I just met up with her?" you said, Jensen's eyes widening as he looked you in the eye, "I mean, just end it, once and for all?"

"What makes you think she'll listen?" Jensen said, making you roll your eyes,

"You can't just contradict everything I say, Jensen. Especially not when some of the solutions are actually pretty solid."

"I'm not contradicting you because I like to. I'm doing it because I don't want you to be in her vicinity. Ever again. After everything she's done to you, she doesn't get to keep having her way with you."

"Due all respect, you don't even know half of what happened-"

"And that's what scares me!" Jensen exclaimed, "It scares me to hell and back because I don't want you to live like that anymore. I don't want you to jump at every sound your ears pick up, I don't want you waking up from nightmares, drenched in sweat and crying, I don't want you to be afraid of loving and being loved. I want you to be a kid too! And by putting yourself out there, you're doing her a favor. You can't compromise your safety like that. "

"If you wish for a normal kid, why did you want to adopt me in the first place?" you asked,

"I never said I wanted a normal kid. Just a kid that isn't in fight or flight mode all the fucking time."

"Well that's what you get," you said, "You knew what you got yourself into. I've warned you multiple times that I can't be a regular kid. I'm fucked up, very fucked up on many, many levels and I'm sorry I don't meet your expectations."

Jensen abruptly stood up and walked away into his bedroom, Danneel sighing and going after him, which left you with Jared. You buried your face in your palms, trying so hard not to cry.

You got attached.

And you shouldn't have.

"There's no expectations to meet," Jared's voice spoke up as you felt the couch dip down on your right, "We just want to give you a space where you can feel safe and sound. Where you don't have to be afraid. Where you can relax and be yourself without any hesitation. We love you for who you are. We loved you on day one, when we didn't know nothing about you besides how big your appetite is and how much of a joker you are. And we didn't stop loving you when your background unraveled and came into the picture. And we won't stop loving you, no matter what tomorrow brings. You're our kid and nothing can change that. Fuck me, we all have loads of crap on our shoulders and you love us the same way we love you."

"That's different."

"How can that be different?" Jared asked, "There's no difference. There's no measuring whose pile of crap is heavier. There's none of that. We all have our own struggles and we all have an equal right to feel how we feel about them. There's nothing wrong in being scared and nobody here wants you to be someone you're not. You're scared and you're terrified. You can be scared and terrified. Nobody would point any fingers at you because we know what's the reason for it and whilst maybe we don't know the whole story, we know enough to piece it together and understand."

"You are NOT moving out," Jensen growled as he stormed out of his bedroom, Danneel on his tail. His tone took you by surprise and his stance gave you some not so nice flashbacks, resulting in your body flinching in a try to shy away from him,

"Jensen, relax. Nobody's moving out," Jared said, "Let's all take a deep breath and-"

"You don't get to walk out on your family," Jensen kept talking to you, "Not on us. Not on that little kid who loves you more than anything in this world," he began, pointing to Zeppelin's room, "Not on this woman who took you in like you're her own child. Not on Jared who cares for you so deeply. And not on me. You don't get to walk out on me because I want to protect you and keep you safe."

"I'm not asking for protection," you said, standing up, "And I'm not walking out on anyone. I just want to do this right."

"And you think that handing yourself to her is the way to go?!" Jensen asked, making you gulp,

"I don't know!" you exclaimed, "I don't know what's the right thing to do. I want to do something, anything, just to feel like I at least tried."

"Well, we can do something else. Together. But you're not moving out. You're not leaving your family."

"Jensen-"

"No!" he exclaimed, "You are family. To me, to Danneel, to the kids. To the Padalecki, to Misha. So, I'm sorry, but you're not gonna be by yourself as you wallow in self-hate, painful memories and fear. You've had enough crap for the next 10 lifetimes and it scares the shit out of me that you were on your own all this time and it freaks me out that I don't know half of the stuff she fed you with and I don't know if I can help you, but I'm going to be here and you're going to be here and you're staying. You don't get to say you involved us too much already. Because the moment she step foot onto the set, that's when your problem became our problem. She won't hurt you ever again! I'm not gonna let her hurt you again! And I'm not gonna let you destroy yourself and put yourself in danger because-"

"Daddy, stop yelling at Y/N!" Zeppelin's small voice echoed, making everyone go dead silent as they all looked at him in his dinosaur pajamas, holding his blankie in his tiny hands. He walked up to Jensen who had his eyes glued to him, "You tell us we shouldn't yell. Apologize to Y/N."

Everyone was in awe of Zeppelin's words. Such a young child yet so emotionally mature. He turned around and walked up to you and you smiled as you picked him up and sat him on your hip,

"I'm sorry Y/N," Jensen whispered, sitting down,

"It's okay," you said, "If I recall, you have some dinosaurs to be fed?" Zeppelin nod with a smile, "Then we can't keep them waiting any longer or they'll eat us," you smiled, walking away from the living room.

3rd person POV

"That kid is something else," Jared breathed, Danneel grabbing Jensen's hand and bringing him back to sit down at the couch,

"He's right," Jensen whispered, "We teach them not to do that, yet I did the exact same thing I tell them not to do. I didn't want to yell at her."

"People can push our buttons and she's been pushing yours for a long time," Danneel said, "She knows you didn't mean for it to come out that harsh."

"She probably thinks I hate her," he responded,

"Then you talk to her and make sure she understands that you are allowed to have bad days," Jared joined in, "You're human, brother. You can make mistakes. As long as you owe up to them and try better next time, you'll be forgiven. And Y/N is one of the kindest souls I've ever met. She'll have no problem forgiving you. If someone knows what it's like to keep all those feelings bottled up, it's gonna be her. I bet she ain't even mad."

"Jared's right, honey," Danneel cooed, kissing his temple, "He's very right. Just talk to her about it later. Let some time pass. And everything you said is true and we stand by what your point is. She has a good intention, just bad execution."

"I just want everything to be over so that we can adopt her and be a family and just live life without being in fear all the fucking time," Jensen breathed, running his hands through his hair,

"She's got a long road ahead of her, but we're gonna be there to support her no matter what," Danneel smiled softly, squeezing Jensen to her side, "You're so noble, to love her the way you love all three of the other kids. Your heart is so big and so loving. Don't ever forget that."

"I hope I can do enough to make her stay."

"She's not going to leave us," Jared pointed out, "She just has to learn that sometimes she can't do anything about something. And no matter what happens, she's still gonna be the one getting pranked alongside Misha. She's still gonna be our kid, no matter what. You gotta trust her on that."

"I do trust her, of course I do," Jensen breathed, "I just… I'm just scared of the endless possibilities. What if she kidnaps her and brings her back to Y/H/C? She said it herself, Y/M/N is playing this game very dirty. Who knows what she can do to her."

"Some things can't be stopped," Danneel said, "Of course we want to protect her and keep her safe. But some things can't be stopped and we cannot foresee what's gonna happen. She won't be stopped from doing whatever she wants to do to Y/N. I wish we knew and I wish we could act on it but maybe we won't be able to and that's okay too. She's not gonna blame you or anyone else for what her mother does. And we'll be here for her when it's over, to help her heal and give her a place to call home."

"Yeah," Jensen whispered, wrapping his arms around Danneel and hugging her back, "You should get some sleep, honey."

"You should too," she countered,

"I just downed another coffee. It might take a while before I start getting sleepy again."

"It doesn't matter," Danneel pointed out, "Just come lay with me when you calm down your jitters."

"I'll go out, get some food, make some lunch and dinner. Invite Misha over," Jared said, "When I come back everyone in this house better be sleeping," he said, standing up from his seat, walking over to Zeppelin's room, knocking on it softly before getting in and closing the door behind him,

"Sorry to interrupt," he spoke up with a smile, seeing how happy Zeppelin was as he played with Y/N, "I was wondering if you guys have any ideas for lunch and dinner tonight?"

"I'm fine with whatever," Y/N said, shrugging her shoulders,

"I wants pizza!" Zeppelin exclaimed, Y/N and Jared giggling,

"Yeah? How about everyone makes their own pizza tonight? Everyone gets to choose what to put on 'em?"

"Yeah!" Zeppelin exclaimed happily, "Thanks uncle Jare!"

"You're welcome," he smiled, ruffling his hair, "Are you happy because you get to play with Y/N?"

"Yea!" he said with a wide smile, "I love Y/N!"

"I love you too, big guy," Y/N smiled, Jared smiling as well,

"I'll leave you guys to it. You better get some sleep before lunch too. That's an order."

"That's a boring order," Zeppelin said, making you and Jared giggle,

"What do you say, is uncle Jare scary?" Y/N asked and Zeppelin shook his head,

"No. He funny and clumsy and old."

"Well thank you very much," Jared grumbled, "This old man will be going to the grocery store now and leave y'all to feeding the Jurassic Park over there."

"You okay?" Jared asked as he left Zeppelin's room, leaving the door slightly ajar. Jensen was leaning against one of many windows in his apartment, just looking out to the streets,

"Yeah," Jensen breathed, "Sorry for freaking you out earlier."

"Don't apologize," he shook his head, "I was kinda surprised by your abrupt leave though."

"I just..." Jensen shook his head, "I was so pissed at Y/M/N. Still fucking am. I would love to punch something. Preferably her face."

"We would be taking turns for that," Jared sighed, patting Jensen's back, "It's okay. Y/N is playing with Zeppelin, seems to calm her down a little. Give her a little bit of time."

"Yeah, will do," he whispered, "Thanks for being here man."

"It's what brothers do," he smiled, "I'll be heading out. Pineapple pizza for dinner?"

"You want to get your face punched instead?" Jensen asked, making Jared giggle and jokingly run away, "Shoo, old man."

"Your face is old!" Jared exclaimed from the doorway, closing the door behind him.

Jensen took one final glance from the window, scanning the blurry faces on the street. He sighed, walking away and into the room JJ and Arrow shared. He made sure they were nicely tucked in and leaned to give them both a kiss to their cheek before going to the bathroom.

He walked into the bathroom and washed his face. Seeing himself in the mirror scared him a little. The bags under his eyes definitely have their five minutes of glory. He grabbed his toothbrush and brushed his teeth before changing into a pair of shorts and a shirt and walking up to Zeppelin's room.

The door was slightly open and he saw Y/N and Zeppelin sitting on the floor, both of them playing with dinosaurs toys,

"Y/N," Zeppelin spoke up as he kept playing, "Why's daddy scared?"

"Uh, you remember that monster you dreamt of a while back?" Y/N asked and he nod, "Yeah, remember how I said I have dreams with monsters too?" Zeppelin nod again, "Dad is scared of some monsters of his own."

"He had a bad dream?" Zeppelin asked, looking at Y/N and stopping with playing, "But you told me daddy will protect us."

"He will, of course he will," Y/N smiled, "But daddy can be scared too. And he will still protect us, no matter what."

"He yelled at you," Zeppelin looked down, poking at one of his dinosaurs toys, "Is he mad at you?"

"Probably," Y/N sighed,

"Why?" he asked,

"I make mistakes. I've been making a lot of those recently."

"Like JJ?" he asked and she smiled,

"Sorta."

"But JJ doesn't talk to mommy and daddy when they're mad at her, or when she's mad at 'em. You talk to daddy. Why's he still mad at you then?"

"Just because we talk doesn't mean he's not mad at me. He's scared too. You remember how you reacted when you saw the monster in your dream?" Zeppelin nod, looking down in shame, "Hey, bubba, lookie at me," she tried, crawling over to him and picking him up and sitting him in her lap, "I'm not saying this to tease you. I'm trying to tell you that everyone reacts some way when they're scared."

"So, daddy yelled because he's scared?" Zeppelin asked and Y/N nod,

"Partly, yes. That's right bubba."

"Can we help him not to be scared anymore?" he asked and she smiled,

"I think this is just one of his bad days."

"So what do we do?"

"We remind him of how much we love him and give him an extra tight hug," Y/N said, Zeppelin nodding,

"Okay. Can I do it now?"

"I think dad's asleep. But you can totally do it when he wakes up. Now, I've got a little something for you..." Y/N said, reaching under the bed and grabbing a new Lego set of a monster truck and showing it to Zepp, which resulted in a squirm and a jump right on her,

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he exclaimed, clinging to her. She smiled, hugging him and kissing his temple,

"You're welcome, you're welcome, you're welcome!" she responded, allowing Zeppelin to settle into her lap with a yawn, "You tired, big guy?" he nod, looking up to her, "I think it's time for a little nap. I'll wake you up for lunch and then we can start building this together. Maybe dad or uncle Jared would join us too."

"But I wanna play with you now," he said with a sad face,

"I know you want to but if we start making this truck now, I'm afraid we might get some sort of an animal instead of a truck since we haven't rested well. And also, mom said you can stay for a few days so we have plenty of time to play. And we don't want to be cranky like old man uncle Jared," she teased, making Zeppelin giggle, "Come on now, you can go ahead and pick a book you want me to read you as a nap-time story."

"I haven't heard of nap-time stories," he said,

"That's probably cuz I just made it up," you giggled, kissing the top of his head, "Go on sweetheart, pick a book. Then we can transfer the Jurassic park over on the shelf and read. Sounds good?"

"Yea!" Zeppelin exclaimed, standing up and going for the book shelf.

As Y/N stood up she saw Jensen on the doorway. He just smiled at her and nod, and she did the same. He leaned against the doorframe and watched as Zeppelin helped her bring the toys on the shelf and then watched him lie down and drift off quickly, as Y/N read him the book he picked.

As she finished, she tucked Zeppelin in and stood up quietly, picking up her bedding and walking up to the doorway where Jensen stood,

"Everything okay?" she asked,

"Yeah," Jensen nod with a smile, "Thanks for taking care of him."

"No problem," she smiled,

"You should sleep some, kiddo," he then said, making her roll her eyes, "Come on. You haven't slept any. You gotta rest some."

"I have to catch up with math that I missed last night. I don't have time for sleep right now."

"Do I need to read you a nap-time story to make you go to bed?" Jensen inclined, making Y/N smile,

"How much did you eavesdrop, old man?" she teased, making Jensen smile

"Enough to know of nap-time stories. And that Jared's the old man and not me," he smirked, "Come on sweetheart. Lunch won't be for another two hours minimum. You have a bunch of time after kids go to sleep to catch up with your math. Please?"

"Are you gonna get some sleep too?" she asked and he sighed, nodding,

"Promised Dee."

"I don't feel tired at all but okay, I'll try to," she sighed, "I'll sleep on the couch. That okay?"

"Yeah," Jensen nod, "One last question," he said as Y/N opened the door to Zeppelin's room, "You okay?" she smiled, nodding,

"Yeah. Go get some rest Jens. You need it," she said, closing the door to Zeppelin's room, going for the couch. Jensen waited for her to get comfy before approaching to tuck her in, making her giggle, "Dude, I'm not five."

"You're my kiddo, whether you're five, seventeen or seventy seven. Sleep tight," he smiled, kissing the top of her head before walking away to his room. He quietly walked over to his bed, laying down and facing Danneel's asleep form,

"Glad you came," she whispered, not opening her eyes but instead opening her arms for him, "Y/N and Zepp asleep?"

"Yup. Figured I'd come nap with my super hot wife," Jensen teased, seeing Danneel's eyes roll under the eyelids,

"You ain't getting anywhere with that. C'mere," she said, opening her arms for him, ". "You are long overdue for a cuddle. I missed you."

"I missed you too," he whispered as he cuddled up to her chest, "I love you."

"Love you too."

Your POV

"That is physics," Jensen spoke up and you giggled, shaking your head,

"Math."

"Whats arrows over letters doing in math?!" he exclaimed,

"Vectors," you smiled, "Everyone asleep?"

"Yep. I'd be surprised if they weren't," Jensen said as he sat down on the bar stool next to you, "Done with school for the day?"

"Yeah. You headed to bed too?"

"I wanted to talk about today with you before I go hear Danneel snoring in my ear."

"You're the one snoring, idiot," Danneel called out as she walked out of the bathroom, "How was school today?" she asked as she came up to you,

"Good. I have a physics test next week."

"Oh, that doesn't sound very pleasing," she said, making everyone giggle, "Okay. Both of you, don't stay up too late. Night Y/N," she smiled as she hugged you softly and you returned it,

"Night mom."

Jensen kept quiet at the way you called Danneel, but you swore something shined in his eyes, but something shattered as well. Maybe you shouldn't have said it.

"So, what did you wanna talk about?"

"I'm sorry for losing my temper earlier today. Zeppelin is right. I teach them not to yell yet I do exactly that."

"Jense, I know you didn't mean for it to come out that loud. I'm not mad at you. I was pissing you off for as long as we know each other. It was bound to happen and I know that."

"But you flinched," he said and you sighed, looking down, "I saw it."

"I just sometimes get scared. That's all."

"I should have watched my tone. I'm sorry."

"And I shouldn't have pushed your buttons. I'm the one who's supposed to apologize. I've been treating you like shit and you don't deserve it at all."

"It's okay. Have you thought a bit into the whole situation? Or do you need some time?" he asked and you sighed, nodding,

Uncle Jared's right. I just… don't know what to do anymore. I'm scared of her, I'm scared for your safety, for everyone's safety, yet I don't want anyone to suffer because of me. It's so complicated."

"Yet very simple," Jensen said, "You stay with us. We finish filming, go to Texas, stay the summer there. I was thinking we could go for a little vacation somewhere. We come back to Vancouver and keep filming in November. You'll be in your third year of high-school and you'll do great."

"And what if something comes up? What if she does something?"

"Then we deal with it when it comes. We can't live in fear, kiddo. We can't live like this, afraid of taking a step. We're gonna be extra cautious, of course, but we can't lock ourselves in and do nothing. We gotta keep living as normal as we can, given the circumstances."

"You think she's not gonna do anything?" you asked, biting on your lip,

"I don't know what she thinks and what she plans to do. What I know is that we're all gonna try to protect each other. And that's all that matters. Besides, she can't keep this up for that long. She's gonna fuck up and set herself to be caught. It's just a matter of time."

"I have such a bad feeling about this all," you said, "I don't want her to be here anymore. How come she isn't arrested?"

"She's definitely hiding well. And with her connections with CPS, she's gotta have some in the federal department too. You said it yourself."

"She's gonna do something big. It's only a matter of time," you said, "She always does something big when shit doesn't go her way. She always makes some big problems."

"And we can't stop her from that. But we can make sure to act properly when it happens and stay close. It's the one thing we gotta do. We gotta stay together. She can't get through any of us when we're together. It's what she doesn't understand and doesn't know. She's powerless when we're together."

"She's never had anyone to have her back," you said, "She thinks her mom has her back but she's just using her. She always told me that I don't need any friends, that I'm better off on my own. That nobody needs friends. She thinks she's doing just fine without any friends and she tried to make me have no friends either."

"I see how well the no friends situation is coming down for her," Jensen sassed, making you giggle, "It doesn't matter. It's her life, she can screw it however she wants to. Only thing we won't let her do is screw you again."

"Yeah. But just because she doesn't understand how strong we are doesn't mean she won't try to do anything and everything to break me apart. And now you too. You understand what you're getting yourself into, right? I don't want you to get hurt, Jensen. Not you, not anyone. This is on me. If something happens to you-"

"What I've gotten myself into is a relationship with this wonderful kiddo who's got heart bigger than the sun. This kiddo who loves without limits, who cares and feels deeply, the kid who can smile, sing and joke around. You're a wonderful person and just because you have shitty baggage doesn't mean you're a bad person. Especially because you can't do anything to ship off the shitty baggage."

"Sorry for all of this," you whispered, looking down, "Sorry for being an ass to you. You didn't deserve any of it."

"It's true. I didn't deserve any of it," Jensen agreed, "But I understand that you're having a hard time with coming to grounds about things such as having a supportive family. You're still in that flight or fight mode you've been in for years and I also know you're stubborn as hell. I'm not mad at you and you're not making any mistakes or doing anything that would make me mad. You're just living the way you lived back in Y/H/C. And yes, you don't have to live like that anymore, but it's gonna take time for you to let go of old habits."

"I... I always got beaten up after an argument," you said with a sad smile as you looked at Jensen, "When something like this today came down, she'd beat me while I was sleeping. Wake me up in the process. Leave me crying quietly, sometimes beat me up again because I was crying, even though I was quiet. That's why I flinched today."

"I might lose my temper and raise my voice but I'm never, ever going to hit you. We're gonna talk it out. Whatever it is, no matter how difficult it is or how stressful it is, we're gonna talk it out. Just like we're doing now."

"Thanks for treating me like a human," you then said, smiling, "Even though you don't agree with my opinions, you still listened."

"You're always gonna be my kiddo but that doesn't mean that you're gonna be treated as a five year old when something important is being discussed. You are entitled to your own opinion and that's completely normal."

"Thanks. And sorry for being an ass. I'll try to do better in the future."

"And that's all I'm asking," he smiled at you, standing up from his stool and walking up to you to hug you, "To try."

"You're a sap," you teased, hugging him back,

"I know, Dean doesn't approve. Now, where are you sleeping?"

"I thought to sleep here, on the couch. I've stayed up for my classes anyway so-"

"Daddy," a small voice called, making Jensen turn around as you both looked in the direction where the sound came from, "I-I had a nightmare," Arrow hiccuped, approaching you two. Jensen frowned, meeting her halfway and picking her up,

"Yeah baby girl? You wanna stay with me and Y/N for a while?" she nod, leaning her head against Jensen's shoulder as he began swaying her,

"What was it about Ro?" you asked, "If you're comfortable with talking about it," she shook her head and you frowned, "That's okay. What can we do to help you feel better?"

"Sing," she whispered, ever so gently, "Y/N, sing."

"Me?" you said, surprised at the request. She just nod, Jensen nodding you to sit on the sofa with them. You followed his cue, sitting on the sofa with Jensen, Arrow still in his arms.

You began softly singing, getting Arrows full attention as she looked at you, her head leaned against Jensen's shoulder. You kept singing songs that came to your mind, basically anything on your first language that had a soft tune to it.

It didn't take her long to fall asleep, soundly held in her dad's embrace. You smiled, leaning to kiss the top of her head, Jensen' halfway asleep as well,

"I would never figure out why you hid that angelic voice from us," he said, ruffling your hair. You rolled your eyes, grabbing the blanket and throwing it over him and Arrow,

"Sleep here with her," you said, "I'll go finish something for school and then-"

"No," Jensen shook his head, grabbing your hand gently, "You lay down with us too. Cuddle puddle."

"Jense-"

"No arguments," he breathed, "We're too tired. Let's just sleep. Come on," you sighed, knowing you're not gonna win this argument. You laid down, Jensen throwing another blanket over you and giving you your pillows, "Expect the other two to be all over us in the morning. I am not responsible if any of your kidneys decide to go on a walk when they jump on us," he said, making you giggle,

"Don't worry. My little cousin back in Y/H/C did that all the time to me. I'm trained well."

"Yeah, I can tell," he smiled, "Night, Y/N."

"Night Jens."

A/N 2: Thanks for reading! And, @crasmuna, you are so fucking far away so I can't hug you, so this will have to do <3

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