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dean winchester ; manic monday

Monday Morning, 8:30 AM

The sun shines into the dusty motel room. Dean's asleep, Sam's asleep, I can't sleep. Today feels super refreshing. It's early spring in Miami, Florida. It's all beaches, tan's and bikini's over here. Lousy bars and trashy songs, dancing on counters and bad beer. My skin is sticky from the beach from yesterday. Lying by the ocean beaches wasn't something we normally did. Sometimes we'd pull over by a lake and crack open the ice chest full of the good beers, but this weekend was different. Everything was peaceful for once, so we were on a bit of a vacation. 

Every girl is Sam's type. I spot her out at the bar, I become her friend. I talk about my boyfriend, and make Sam seem like an absolute angel. She comes over, they hit it off, and Dean and I find ourselves alone in the motel room for the night. That's the routine for the past two days. Until last night. Our most recent pick up ended up having a boyfriend, and likes getting into fights with guys to 'defend his girls honor'. Of course Dean wasn't gonna let that slide and had to jump in. So now both boys are exhausted, bruised all over, and mad at me for picking the wrong chick and ruining their night. I was half tempted to just buy another room for myself, but I hadn't felt tired at all. I just sat on the couch and watched crappy TV show reruns until I passed out on the couch. Of course if Dean found out I slept on the couch he'd be pissed off again. 

I get changed into a bikini, throwing Dean's flannel and a pair of shorts over it. I leave the top half of the buttons undone, my gold necklace glinting across my skin. Dean bought it for me from one of the vendor's in a downtown area. It's super pretty, and simple, and it hasn't rusted or turned my skin green or blue, so it's just about perfect.

I step out of the bathroom, seeing Sam sitting up in bed, stretching and yawning, and then running his hands through his hair. "Morning Sammy." I said cheerfully, keeping my voice down to not wake up Dean. "I'll start on coffee." I walked to the kitchenette, putting the pieces together for motel coffee. "You want to make a run for breakfast?" Sam asked, standing up and I nodded. "Yeah, gotta hurry though. If Dean wakes up and we're both gone he's gonna get mad at me again." I sighed and rolled my eyes. It's not strange for Dean to get mad at me, mostly it's pointless misunderstandings or I didn't listen to his requests on a hunt, but he's been weird since last night. 

It might not even be the fight though, it might be that I mentioned our four year anniversary is coming up and I wanted to do something special. I've never been in a relationship this long before, I've never even dated someone I could see a future with. But Dean's always hellbent on keeping everyone away. Not me though, I snuck in somehow and I'm not about to be kicked out. 

Dean grunts from the bed, rolling over and letting out a deep groan. "You really didn't think you were getting away that easily?" his morning voice is so deep and sleepy, and his eyes haven't even opened yet. Sam and I share a small smile and he nods, letting me know he's got the coffee covered. I creep over, crawling onto the mattress. Dean's arms wrap around me like a Venus flytrap, holding me tight. I press a few gentle kisses to his cheeks and forehead. "You're bruised all over." I whispered against his skin and he sighs. "I know that."

"We gotta get you some ice then." I suggested. "It's not that bad. You should see the other guy." I chuckled and relaxed on his body, seeking refuge in his shoulder. "I did see the other guy, I had the give the police statement." Dean laughs and presses kisses to my shoulder. "You showered without me?" he asked quietly and I giggled. "Sorry."

A few hours later, after an argument about an ice pack, and lunch at a random restaurant, we're on our way to the beach again. The two boys sit in chairs while I lounge on a pretty stripe patterned towel. Dean's old flannel and my shorts were discarded on a pile beside me while I lie in the setting sun. The sounds of teenagers and young adults fill the beach. Ocean waves smash against the sea shore, the scent of ocean water wafting through the air. This is true peace. 

The boys had been a few feet behind me, I didn't want to hear them talk about whatever beach babes they laid their delicate green eyes on. I had my speaker set up beside my head, softly playing some music, a beer tucked deep in the sand. My eyes are closed, thick framed sunglasses covering my eyes. I could fall asleep here.

A shadow envelops my body, and I half expected it to be Sam or Dean begging to go back to the motel, or maybe prank my and splash water on me. "What?" I whined, opening my eyes. Instead of Sam or Dean, it's a random guy I've never seen before. I swallowed, sitting up, and I slipped my sunglasses off. He's cute and all, but he's no Dean. 

He's shirtless, black swim shorts on. Floppy blond hair that's wet, dripping in water. "I saw you from over there and I thought you were to pretty to be alone." I don't even get the chance to respond when Dean stomps over, knocking into the guy, who falls to the ground. I gasp and stand up, pressing against Dean's chest to get him to back off. "I could've handled it." I grumbled but Dean's eye's narrow down at me. His arms cross over his chest, daring me to go against him again. "Don't act all tough Dean." I scoffed and turned around, helping the guy stand up. "I'm so sorry about him, he doesn't like strangers." I pull the guy up who offers a sheepish smile. He nervously stares between Dean and I. "If I knew you were a taken lady, I wouldn't have bothered but I saw you, and I wanted to introduce myself." he holds his hands up in defense. He had a country accent, and definitely wasn't from around here. "Go find someone else to introduce yourself too."

"Don't mind him, he's just mad someone else was giving me attention." I too crossed my arms over my chest. The guys looks back and forth between Dean and I. "You've got a might fine lookin' lady, lyin' on the beach on her own." the guy shakes his head, like me being alone was the worst thing imaginable. "If you was my lady, you'd never be alone." Dean lunges at the guy but I step between them making Dean shake his head. The other guy scampers away. "Pack your fuckin' shit, we're leaving." Dean snapped, glaring after the guy who ran back to his buddies. "I'm not leaving." I plop down on my towel, relaxing on it once again. "Yes you fuckin' are, get your ass up." I ignore him, opening one of the books I borrowed from the library, something Sam and I took an interest in and were sharing back and forth during our vacation. "Y/n, I'm not fucking playing with you. Get up." Dean growled lowly. I groaned and rolled my eyes, standing up I pack my thing's into my shoulder bag and shove Dean out of the way, walking up the sand back toward the hotel. 

How dare he? He hardly ever compliments me anymore. It's like he doesn't even love me. And last night he yells at me cause I brought Sam the wrong chick? It's not my fault Sam can't find his own bitches. And then he only comes to my rescue when someone's hitting on me? He didn't want to tan with me, he didn't want to play in the water with me, he didn't even want to talk to me.

Sometimes I don't even get why we're together. I love him so dearly, but when I'm with Dean everyday we have to fight to live. Apocalypses, Demons, Angels, we've lived through it all and somehow I'm not sure if our four year anniversary is possible anymore. I just feel like we're not compatible anymore. I'm getting old and at some point I won't be able to live on the road anymore, in crappy hotel rooms. Before I know it, Dean and I will be together for sixy years and we'll both have skipped over everything normal couples do. We wouldn't get married legally, he can't anyway because he's supposed to be dead, and he's a convicted felon. We can't have kids cause their lives will be in danger. He doesn't like cats or dogs in baby, which excludes every other pet too. We can't even own a home together cause all he does is worry about our safety. It's so exhausting. I haven't even mentioned how little food we eat, how little sleep we get, how little money we have.

Thing's like vacations and breaks are always cut short cause those boys don't know how to just stop. I'd never change them, I love them for who they are. Their need to protect, their loyalty, it's all so admirable and so necessary in a world like this, but if one of them don't come home one day I think I'll lose my shit. Every time one dies, watching the other go through that pain multiple times, trying to get them back. It's like a horror movie with too many sequels. It gets old.

I notice that the boys hadn't followed me back, and the sun was setting soon. I was pretty sure they'd walk to a bar or something, and I wasn't in the mood to be nice to Dean. I needed some time to think and relax. I packed up some of my thing's into a bag, and headed over to the main office where I requested a one night stay in my own room. I also requested that if an older, kinda scary looking man with a tall, broad puppy comes in, pretend not to know who, or where I am. Of course I slipped the woman behind the counter a fifty for all her hard work, and then set off to find my own room. 

Room 207 was on the second floor and had a beautiful view of the ocean from the window. It was exactly what I needed. I changed out of my bikini and headed straight to the shower. 

Dean Winchester

"She's so annoying sometimes." I kick the sand as she walks away. Her hips swaying, in a way I can only tell is pure attitude. Sam lounges on his chair, legs crossed at the ankles. A pair of sunglasses rest against his face, sipping a beer. "She's not annoying, you love her." Sam replies all lovey-dovey and it makes me want to hurl. "Don't say shit like that." I scoffed, sitting on the chair again. I wasn't gonna follow her, she wants to walk away like a brat then let her. "What were you planning for your four year anniversary?" Sam asked curiously. I rolled my eyes and cracked open another beer. "Wasn't planning shit."

"Why? This is like the longest relationship you've had." Sam reminded. I cannot believe we've been together for four years. It wasn't supposed to be that way. About six years ago, Y/n's whole family was killed, leaving their only daughter alive. Which she was meant to be used in a ritualistic sacrifice by a witch trying to contact an old deity. After we killed the witch, Y/n begged to stick with us for a while. Learn about hunting and then split apart after a few weeks. Leave her in a new state, in a new town, and forget everything that happened to her. But I couldn't leave her at that bus stop a year after we saved her. She became an important part of my day, always checking up on each other. She was vital in research too. She had a great memory, great listener, quick decision making skills. She was loyal to Sam and I, and often went out of her way to keep us safe, doing shit I don't want her to.

She had some anger issues, she liked to push my buttons all the time. Storming away in the middle of a fight knowing I'll run after her to talk it out. Cutting me off to talk over me, stealing my beers right out of my hand. Spraying her vanilla and coconut perfume in the Impala even when I didn't want her to. It messes with the cars natural musk. When she steals my flannels and turns my music off. 

But then there were the times when she was incredibly sexy too. Dancing in bars with rock and country songs in the background. Her tight jeans. That belt she loves to wear so much. The denim vest she wears, and only that. It cups her tits perfectly. When she smiles after I make a stupid joke. When she ties her hair up into a bun. When she argues back at me, it's both sexy and frustrating. She definitely knows how to put a man back in his place.

And the soft parts of her. When she'd hold me and run her fingers through my hair. When we cooked and probably burned random foods in the kitchens of motels. Watching old western movies together while eating pizza. Snacking on cereal at 3 AM while Sam sleeps. Going on drives in the country. Her white cowboy boots sticking out of the open windows. Her voice shouting out the words to our favorite songs, annoying the shit out of Sam just because it's funny. God I love her to death, but damn does she piss me off. "You need to go apologize."

"Apologize?" I scoffed, sipping my beer slowly. "I'm not apologizing for shit. I'll let her cool off and then we talk like civilized humans." Sam shakes his head, staring out at the ocean. "You're gonna lose her man." Sam shrugs but I wasn't listening anymore. 

Within the hour, Sam and I packed up our stuff, carrying it all back to the motel. I guess Sam's not wrong. I need to make it up to her. Four years means a lot to someone like me. I've been alive ever since we started dating, I've been alive for four consecutive years. I calculate our hunts more, I steer clear of danger just cause I don't want her to be alone in this world. I had many dreams picturing her life with Sam after I've died, and I can't take the look on her face every time he tells her I've died. I told Sam after that first nightmare that if something does ever happen to me, I want them to take care of each other. "Baby, we're home!" I called jokingly, hoping to catch her lounging on the bed, or painting her toes on the couch. Maybe reading a book with coffee at the table. Or in the shower scrubbing away the sand from the beach. 

Instead, I find most of her shit gone.

I run out to the front desk without another thought. She fucking left after one little argument? I know yesterday was kinda fucked up, but today, really? "Where is she?" I ask the woman at the front desk, ripping the door open. The woman behind the counter sinks to her chair and shrugs. "I'm sorry sir, I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"My girlfriend. You know who she is, I know you do!" the woman's eyes widen. "Look sir, I'm sorry. But you're going to need to calm down or else I'll have to call the police. I'm not allowed to give out residents locations."

Sam inserts himself between us, glaring at me and then offering the woman a kind smile. "I'm sorry about my idiot brother. His girlfriends gone missing and we're just wondering if you've seen her, talked to her." the woman nods. "I can't give you her stay. She paid with cash anyway, so she's technically not in our system." I lunge forward, leaning over the counter. "You will tell me where my girlfriend is or I'll knock on every door until I find her!"

"Dean!" Sam shouts, pulling me off. The woman dusts off her clothing and fixes her hair. "If I get a complaint called up, I'll have to call the police and kick you two out. But honestly, I'd leave her alone. She was pretty specific with what she wanted to happen." the woman offered a small reassuring smile. "She only booked one night, so whatever you did, I assume she just needed a few hours to herself. Her check out is 10 AM tomorrow if you want to catch her here." 

"Thank you, will do!" Sam calls, pulling me out of the main office and back to our room. "See man! See what happens when you push your girlfriend away, she runs!" Sam shouts in a whisper as we walk back to the room. I pull open our motel door and head straight for the bedroom. Scratch loving her, she's fucking annoying. What is she a child? Running off like this? Doesn't she realize how dangerous it is for me to not know where she is? She's too delicate to be in this world alone. Her ass better stay in that motel room or I'll lose my fucking shit.

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Marked by Fire (Chapter 5, 3/3)

Chapter 5 - The Devil You Know (Part 3)

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Alina Vaughn (OC)

Summary: Dean Winchester has seen his fair share of trouble. He���s hunted monsters, tangled with demons, and stared down the end of the world more times than he cares to count. But when a job leads him to a black-market dealer with a reputation for selling supernatural artifacts to the highest bidder, he finds himself caught in something far more dangerous than he expected. Alina Vaughn doesn’t do favors. She doesn’t trust easily, doesn’t take unnecessary risks. But when the Winchesters come knocking, looking for an Enochian sigil amulet that shouldn’t even exist, she gets pulled into a game of power, secrets, and dangerous men who don’t take no for an answer. What starts as a business transaction quickly spirals into something bigger—something neither of them can walk away from. Because in this world, knowledge is power, and power is always dangerous. And for Dean Winchester and Alina Vaughn, the real question isn’t just whether they can survive what’s coming. It’s whether they can survive each other.

Tags: slow burn, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, age gap, UST (unresolved sexual tension), unresolved romantic tension, Dean Winchester has feelings (and hates it), angst (sort of)

A/N: Honestly, I don't know what this is. I just know that I needed to get this story out of my head and that it's been literally driving me insane for months. All the names and incidents are fictitious. All the coincidences are accidental.

This will probably take a lot more chapters than I initially planned it to be.

You can find this work on AO3: Marked by Fire

Do NOT copy, steal, or republish my work anywhere. Thank you.

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The room had settled into a kind of stillness—not peaceful, but charged, like the air before a storm, thick with something unspoken yet inevitable. A slow, creeping tension coiled through the space, suffocating in its weight.

Alina hated it.

She had stood in the presence of dangerous men before, men who thought they held all the cards, who reveled in their perceived control over any given situation. Normally, she could navigate those encounters with precision—tilting the balance, shifting the power dynamics in her favor with a well-placed word or an unreadable smirk.

But this?

This was something older. Something deeper.

Because an angel was standing in the room. Because Makarov had an Enochian relic that could open doorways. And because, apparently, Dean freaking Winchester had sent Castiel to keep her from doing something ‘reckless.’

Alina exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down her face before fixing Makarov with a sharp look, her patience razor-thin.

“Alright,” she said, voice smooth but laced with irritation. “You’ve had your fun, Viktor. Now why don’t you tell us what you actually want?”

Makarov smirked faintly, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before taking a slow sip. He held onto the silence a little too long, reveling in the attention, in the subtle weight of control he thought he had.

“You assume I want something,” he mused finally, voice lazy but deliberate.

Alina huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “You always want something.” Her tone was cool, but edged with calculation. She tilted her head, eyes sharp. “And whatever it is, it’s bigger than money.”

Makarov didn’t deny it.

Instead, he merely tapped a single finger against the polished armrest of his chair, his gaze flickering between her and Castiel as if debating whether or not to indulge them. Then, finally, he exhaled, setting his glass down with a quiet clink against the mahogany desk.

“There’s a door,” he murmured, his voice deceptively soft. “Locked centuries ago. Buried beneath time, beneath faith.”

Alina’s stomach dipped.

Because she had read those stories. The legends of celestial gates—not just to Heaven, not just to Hell, but to places between . Places that shouldn’t exist. Places that weren’t meant to be opened.

Her lips parted slightly, but she didn’t speak.

Makarov, however, noticed the shift in her expression. His smirk widened ever so slightly, like a man pleased to find a worthy chess opponent.

Angel's voice sliced through the heavy quiet, low and unwavering.

“You cannot open that door.”

Makarov turned his attention to him, the amusement never quite leaving his face. “And why not?”

Castiel’s blue eyes were cold, unyielding. “Because it was meant to remain closed.”

Makarov chuckled, exhaling through his nose like this was all a game. “Ah. So you do know which one I’m speaking of.”

Alina’s pulse kicked up slightly, but she forced herself to remain composed.

Because this wasn’t just a collector’s obsession. This was something else. Something bigger .

Makarov exhaled through his nose, rising slowly from his chair. He was tall, but his presence had never been about physicality—it was in the way he carried himself, in the way his voice curled around words like silk concealing steel. He moved toward the display case, the dim light catching the sharp lines of his face as his fingers trailed along the glass encasing the amulet.

“This isn’t about destruction,” he murmured, watching the artifact like a man regarding a sleeping dragon. “It’s about understanding . About what lies beyond the veil.”

Castiel’s expression darkened. “You speak of things you do not comprehend.”

Makarov’s smirk remained. “And you speak as if humans were never meant to know.”

Alina’s fingers twitched slightly at her sides, and she forced herself to exhale slowly, controlling the sharp prickle of unease traveling down her spine.

Because this was bad.

This was so much worse than she thought.

She had assumed Makarov wanted power, that he wanted to hold the amulet as leverage, as a piece of something valuable.

But no.

He wanted to use it. He wanted to pull something through .

Alina exhaled sharply, tilting her head. “What’s on the other side of that door, Viktor?”

Makarov glanced at her, his smirk widening faintly. “Now, wouldn’t we all like to know?”

Alina clenched her jaw.

Because he didn’t know.

He was blindly reaching, grasping at something he didn’t understand.

And that?

That was how people died .

Castiel took another step forward, the weight of his presence shifting. “This ends now.”

Makarov chuckled. “I don’t think so.”

And then—

The lights flickered. The air thickened.

And Alina felt it.

A shift. A pulse. The power rippling through the room, weaving into the very foundation of the estate.

Her breath hitched slightly.

Because this wasn’t just wards .

This was something deeper.

Something already moving .

Her eyes snapped toward Makarov. “You activated it.”

Makarov smirked. “Of course I did.”

Alina’s stomach dropped.

Because he had planned this.

From the very beginning.

The second she walked through that door, she had already been a part of it.

Castiel moved first.

In an instant, his hand was on Makarov’s chest, pressing him backward, shoving him against the desk with a force that rattled the whiskey glass, sending it toppling to the floor.

Makarov grunted, but he didn’t struggle. Didn’t even look surprised.

“You’re too late, angel,” he murmured, voice laced with something almost amused.

Castiel’s grip tightened. “I will stop this.”

Makarov laughed . “Then by all means,” he whispered. “Try.”

And then—

The entire house shuddered.

The walls groaned , the floorboards creaked , the glass in the display case rattled violently .

Alina moved .

Without thinking, without hesitating, she pivoted sharply, reaching into her coat, fingers brushing over the cool steel of her knife.

But it wasn’t enough.

Because something was already shifting .

The amulet— the damn amulet —was glowing .

Not bright.

But enough .

Enough for Alina to feel the air bend . Enough for her to know that something was coming through .

Her pulse spiked .

She had seconds to act.

So she did the only thing she could.

She moved .

Fast.

Reaching, twisting, grabbing the amulet before the glow could fully intensify.

And the second her fingers closed around it—

Everything snapped back into place.

The air stilled .

The shaking stopped .

And then—

Silence.

Deep. Deafening. Silence.

Alina’s breath was ragged, her chest rising and falling in uneven gasps as she forced herself to stay still. The adrenaline still thrummed through her veins, but it was nothing compared to the weight in her palm—the amulet, its edges sharp against her skin, its presence impossibly heavy. She was gripping it too hard, her knuckles white, but she couldn’t loosen her hold. Wouldn’t. Not yet.

Makarov, still pressed against the desk by Castiel’s unrelenting grip, let out a slow exhale. His expression remained unreadable for a moment, his sharp eyes flickering between Alina, Castiel, and the now-dimmed amulet. Then—

He laughed.

It was soft at first, a quiet chuckle that grew, a sound that sent a cold shiver along Alina’s spine. It wasn’t the laugh of a man who had lost. Not the bitter, angry amusement of someone bested. No—Makarov’s laughter was knowing. As if he had just witnessed something unfold exactly as he had foreseen.

Alina forced herself to breathe, her pulse pounding in her ears. She met his gaze, and the realization hit her like a blow to the ribs.

He wasn’t mad.

Because he had expected this.

Because he had let it happen.

A sharp twist coiled in her stomach. She didn’t let her expression falter, but she could feel the weight of his smirk pressing against her like an unseen force. The bastard had played along. And that? That meant whatever just happened—whatever he had planned—wasn’t over.

Not even close.

She exhaled sharply, shoving the amulet deep into her coat pocket, feeling the cool metal settle against the fabric as if trying to burn its way through. Then she turned, her voice steady despite the unease clawing at her ribs.

“We’re leaving.”

Castiel didn’t move immediately. His grip on Makarov remained firm for a second longer, as if considering the weight of restraint versus action. Then, finally, with a slow, measured movement, he released the man.

Makarov straightened, adjusting his suit with an air of unbothered elegance. His fingers smoothed out an invisible wrinkle on his sleeve before he looked back at her, amusement flickering across his features.

“Well played, дорогая (darling),” he murmured, his voice dripping with something that made Alina’s skin prickle.

Alina didn’t reply. She refused to give him the satisfaction.

Instead, she felt Castiel step closer, his presence suddenly at her side. Before she could react, his hand settled on her shoulder—a firm but controlled touch, grounding and unmistakably resolute.

And then—

The air folded around them. The world tilted, not with motion, but with absence, as if the space they had occupied simply ceased to exist.

And in the blink of an eye—

They were gone.

[goaways-stuff]

Masterlist

Who I write for

SUPERNATURAL:

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Castiel

Possibly Jack??

Jared Padalecki

Jensen Ackles

Misha Collins

Genevieve Padalecki

Daneel Ackles

THE CONJURING:

Ed Warren

Lorraine Warren

MOON KNIGHT:

Steven Grant

Mark Spector

Jake Lockley

Layla El-Faouly

Arthur Harrow

Oscar Isaac

THE MANDALORIAN:

Din Djarin

THE LAST OF US (2023):

Joel Miller

Tommy Miller

Pedro Pascal

ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE:

Miguel O'hara

Peter B. Parker

GRAVITY FALLS:

Stanley Pines

Stanford Pines

THE ROOKIE:

John Nolan

Tim Bradford

Jackson West

Lucy Chen

Angela Lopez

Nyla Harper

Aaron Thorsen

Wesley Evers

THE ADDAMS FAMILY (1991):

Gomez Addams

Morticia Addams

OTHER:

Lin-Manuel Miranda

Doc Ock/ Otto Octavius (Spiderman)

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Basil Stitt (Lightningface)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

What I write and don't write for:

I will pretty much write for almost any kink. These are the ones excluded:

Hard ddlg/ddlb (I will do daddy kink, but I will not write a straight up little space smut)

Scat Kink/Play

Hard Pet play (I'll write for things like collars or something, but being caged and constantly constantly on all fours, acting like an actual pet is a hard pass for me)

Incest

Beastiality

Anything with Feet

Fisting

**Never feel embarrassed to ask about any kinks/fetishes that aren't on the list. I don't kink shame (publicly) (Even if I'm judging you in my head, but nevertheless, I may still write it for you)

I only do x readers right now, but I will do a pair x reader :))

I mostly write for gender neutral readers, but I also write for trans or cis male readers. I do not write for female readers for free (I would accept commissions to write fem readers). I will do AFAB! gender neutral readers, though. All of my works are trans reader friendly.

If you have any questions, feel free to send an ask in my inbox.

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

The Prankster Queen is dethroned; SPN & Lucifer cast x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Well this was a LOOOOOONG time request from my Wattpad account but I finally got some motivation to write and finish this fic. Now I talked with the requestor about this and some changes were made, originally this was gonna involve Criminal minds cast but I had barely watched the show at the time so I talked with them and they agreed to have this be a SPN X LUCIFER cast crossover. So I hope you all enjoy this little fic and until the next update.

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“Okay guys; here we are back at the Supernatural set ready to start filming the 2nd half of season 14. Before I get into the special prank on Alex day I want to first send a very special thanks to the Lucifans for the #SaveLucifer and thank Netflix for renewing a season 4 and 5 of Lucifer.  Yes I am a fan of that show as well. I mean I’ve got to my dad plays the famed Devil himself. No, no, no, no, no I’m joking. I watch the show because I really love what they did with it. The writing is phenomenal and the cast is super friendly. They’re like my second family next these guys here at Supernatural.”

I spoke through my Youtube channel streaming live.  I could already see comments popping up along my livestream. Comments like ‘YASS LUCIFERXSPN SUPPORT’ or Winchester sister stans Lucifer.

“Yes I do thank you. Now for the moment you’ve all waited for. I’ve got the plastic wrap, the super glue, feathers, and fan. And of course the star of this prank on Alex, my baby boy Shadow.” I then presented my black German Shepherd who was lying on Alex’s trailer couch. “You ready to prank Alex boy?” he tilted his head to the side. “You ready to prank him?” he let out a bark and I cooed. “Good boy!” I flipped my camera back around and said. “Now Jared kindly set up the camera just a bit ago so I will transition to that in just a little while. For now I’m going to set up the door so please enjoy this fast forward montage of me getting the prank set up.”

I spread the super glue all around the plastic wrapping and tapped it across Alex’s trailer door so that when he would run right into it, he would get trapped with the plastic wrapping before I would attack with the pillow filled with feathers.

“Okay everything’s all set up. Now for the final touch, c’mon boy up on the bed.” He got off the couch and into Alex’s bed and just lay there at the foot of it. “Good boy.” I opened the trailer door and waited for Alex to come around.  Once I saw him walking alongside Misha, I cried out. “ALEX! ALEX! SHADOW’S TAKING A SHIT ON YOUR BED!!”

“What!?”

“I’m not kidding I was walking him and he just ran in here and literally shit on your bed! Bad dog!”

“Shadow! Shadow! Damnit Shadow!” Alex then ran up and just like I hopped, he slammed right into the plastic wrap and fell right to the ground.  I then pelted him with the pillow till his entire face was covered with feathers.

“BOOM SUCKA!!! That’ll teach you to eat my big cookie.” I told him.

“Okay maybe I deserved that.”

“Wow (y/n), all this for a cookie?” Misha said as he helped Alex back up on his feet.

“Misha you don’t understand. Those cookies were my mum’s special recipe. Plus she makes them so big that you can eat it in the space of a week. I was saving the last bit of it and then this guy decides it’s a good idea to eat the last of it.” I said pointing to Alex.

“You know….one of these days. We’re gonna get you back. Everyone that you’ve pranked, we’re gonna get you.” Alex spoke as he coughed out trying to get the feathers out of his mouth.

“The day that happens is the day J2(I/l) turns on each other. And the boys and I have been doing this for a long, long time.” I sassed as I snapped my finger and Shadow hopped off Alex’s bed and we left the trailer.

Little bit about myself; the names (Y/n) Ellis, the last name sound familiar? Yep you thought right. Tom Ellis aka Lucifer Morningstar is my father.  He and I have been in the acting business together for a good amount of years.  In fact he’s helped me when it came to running lines or dealing with the pressures of the acting life, especially since I started off as a child actor at the age of 5.

I had a few small roles, but when I was just 9 years old a role on a little show called Supernatural came knocking at my door.  As a young British girl I was worried that I wouldn’t get it because this was an American tv show and I had to speak with an American accent.  But thanks to a good dialect coach, and 2 test screenings with the boys to see if we were a fit, I got to play the role of Sarah Winchester, the younger half-sister of Sam and Dean who was cursed with witch powers.

But instead of killing her, Sam and Dean actually take her in and she uses her magic for good instead of evil.  For years the Supernatural cast didn’t just become an ordinary job, it was like being home, we became a family.  Jared and Jensen were like the big brothers I never had (even though they were around my dad’s age).

When things got too tough around set, J2 always found a way to make me smile and laugh. And as the years passed, Misha came on board followed by the 2 Marks, Ruth, Brianna and Kim, Osric, Rob and Richard, and now finally Alexander Calvert.  The Supernatural family is a tight bond and we all send out a powerful message that Family don’t end in blood, and to Always Keep Fighting when things got bad.

Then when season 11 of my show was being filmed, my dad had gotten the role of Lucifer Morningstar in Fox’s new tv series “Lucifer” which was basically the story of the devil taking a vacation from Hell and he ends up working with the LAPD alongside a clever detective named Chloe Decker.

When Lucifer exploded every time I went to conventions, fans always ask me questions about potential crossovers or what I thought of the show.  And truthfully I loved it.  In fact whenever I would wrap on my time on a season, I took the hour and 45 minute drive where they filmed Lucifer and spend time with my dad and the Lucifer cast.

Lauren, Aimee and Lesley became my partners in crime when it came to the subtle pranks on the Luci cast or even my dad.  Aimee and I are always making Instagram videos of each other acting like complete nutjobs, she’s like the older sister I’ve always wanted (since I am the eldest of my three sisters).

But that’s my life, and if you were to ask me if I could trade it away for anything else, I would tell you hell no (no pun intended).

After getting Shadow back into my trailer, I decided to see if my dad was willing to talk. I grabbed my I-Pad and went over to Facetime and clicked my dad’s name (of course I added the devil emoji beside his name).  It rang about five times before I finally got an answer.

“There’s my little She-devil.” He answered with a smirk.

“Hey dad.” I said with a smile.

“Aimee saw your prank on that Alex chap.”

“She like it?”

“Mini Ellis you are a she-devil genius!” Aimee soon came into the frame. “You got to show me how that brilliant mind of yours works.”

“Guess I learned from two of the very best. I know exactly how to push buttons but not go overly extreme that it hurts someone’s soul. I’m not completely soulless like Jared is when it comes to pranks.”

“I still can’t believe he actually cut one of his credit cards. That’s super low.” She said.

“I know. I’ve been trying to get him to ease back and not go quite extreme. So far he hasn’t done it knock on wood.”

“Anyways you two, what brings on this call my dove?” my dad asked.

“Just wanted to call and see how you were doing. How’s season 4 coming along?”

“Great. Everything is great. Thanks to the Lucifans, and the Supernatural family.” My dad said.

“No sweat. You’re my dad. I’m still pissed that FOX could just cancel your show like that. And the way they would’ve ended it. God that’s literally the worst cliffhanger ever!”

“Tell me about it.” Aimee groaned.

“But it’s all fixed now. Netflix will take good care of us now. Plus we don’t have as much restrictions as FOX gave us.” My dad teased.  I then heard a knock at my trailer door which made Shadow raise his head up from his bed and his attention turned toward the door.

“Hang on dad, who is it?!”

“It’s Jared! C’mon kiddo they need us on set now.”

“Alright I’ll be there in a minute.” I turned back to my dad and Aimee and my dad said to me.

“Go on, we’ll catch up later.”

“Alright dad. Give my love to the rest of the cast.”

“You already have my love mini Ellis.” Aimee said.

“Love you Aims!”

“Alright darling love you. Stay safe and have fun filming your next season.” The two of them blew me a kiss goodbye and I waved bye to them and the Facetime shut off. I put my phone aside and quickly refilled Shadow’s water bowl before I took off and raced towards the set.

Although unbeknownst to both Jared and Jensen something was waiting for them.  As I walked in on the set I sat down at the spot where my character Sarah was to sit for this upcoming scene.

“Okay guys on cue marks. Cue lighting and roll sound.” I got into the mindset of Sarah and took the prop book in my hands as our director called out, “Okay cue Jensen and Jared. And…..action.” it was then Jensen came down the staircase while Jared came out from the back corridor.

“Hey, so any word from Jodie?” Jensen asked as Dean to Jared.

“No not yet. Hey Sar, any luck with the research?” Jared asked me as Sam.

“Not a damn thing. God even for a witch like me I still can’t figure out the spell to get us to that other place. I’m sorry guys I may be strong, but I’m not Rowena strong.”

“No, no it’s alright. It’s okay. We’ll……find another way.” Then Jared and Jensen took their seats before suddenly jolting upwards and letting out girlish screams of shock and pain.

“CUT!!!” our director called out.

“The hell was that!?!” Jensen proclaimed.

“Oh thank god I thought it was just me.” Jared sighed with relief.  I kept my poker face up as I said to them.

“What happened just now?”

“Something shocked us. I don’t know what but whatever it was, it should never have shocked me back there. My butt does not deserve that kind of treatment!” he looked around the cushioned seat until he found some sort of electronic shock pad. It was slightly smaller than the cushioned pad and as soon as Jensen took hold of it and pressed a certain button, it caused another shock to run through his arm as he swore out loud and shake his arm.

“Uhh Jensen why would you do that?” I asked him.

“I don’t know I needed to see if it was real or not don’t judge me!”

“How the hell did these even get here?” asked Jared.

“No idea.” Jensen said.  I covered my smile as I tried to act inconspicuous but that’s when the two of them looked at me. “You did this?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I said as I stood up and strutted out of the room sassily to run into Misha and I told him. “Your revenge plot has been successfully played out.”

“I knew I could count on you (n/n). Thanks.”

“No problem, but just know Misha all things come at a price with me. Pranking the kings don’t come without consequence.”

“I know, I know. But still I thank you for doing this for me. That’ll teach Jared to put old cheese in my pillow.”  I patted his arm before leaving him to reset the scene again.

Weeks passed and filming continued on up until I was finally done with my scenes which meant that I was now allowed to travel on up to the Lucifer set and pop in and say hello.  After bidding everyone goodbye until July, I got into the car and my driver Tommy drove me on up towards the studio where my dad and the rest of the Lucifer family were filming.

After finally arriving on the set, I saw Lauren and Aimee out and about with a Starbucks cup in their hands.  As soon as they saw my car, they immediately waved.  I rolled down my window and said.

“What up my Luci sistas!”

“Ahhh mini-Ellis!” Aimee proclaimed.  Once the car stopped, I stepped out and I raced towards her and she met me in the middle as the two of us embraced each other tightly, rocking aggressively from side to side.  “Where’s big Shadow? You usually bring him with you whenever you’re done with shooting.”

“Well for some reason Misha wanted to keep him around set. Guess he must’ve needed the fluffy protection from Jared and Jensen after the prank I pulled on them a few weeks back.”

“What’d you do to them?” asked Lauren.

“Just put a shock pad cushion underneath their chairs. Misha told me to do it to get back at Jared for putting old cheese in his pillow.”

“Wow those guys are relentless huh?” said Aimee.

“Yep. But enough of that now, let’s get going. I wanna watch you guys film some stuff.”

“Alright! C’mon kiddo let’s go.” Lauren wrapped her arm around me before playfully giving me a noogie while guiding me onwards to the set.

I greeted my Lucifer family like D.B, Kevin, Lesley-Ann, Rachael, and of course young Scarlett (ever since the show I officially adopted her as my younger sister).

“So, have you guys seen my dad anywhere?” I asked.

“Last we saw him he was leaving his trailer for costume and makeup.” Aimee said.

“Perfect.”

“What have you got in mind she-devil?” asked Lauren with a grin.

“Ohhh not much.” I grinned as I walked towards the costume and makeup trailers.

Once I got there, I had spotted my dad just getting out from the costume trailer in the full Lucifer suit.  I grinned mischievously and slowly stalked towards him.  This was something that I used to always do to him when I was a little girl, it’s been awhile but I hope I still got it.  Like a tigress on the prowl I stalked behind my dad silent and carefully.

Whenever he turned around, I would hide behind anything I could whether it was the side of a trailer/tent, or even one of the many gold carts/motorbikes.  Then when he would resume his walk, I trailed behind him once again.  Closer and closer I got till finally I was within strike range.

The mighty huntress has cornered her prey.

I then trotted forward before leaping up but I was foiled when my dad turned around and managed to catch me and spin me around for a moment in his arms.

“Thought you’d sneak up on my again huh my little tigress? After all these years I finally caught you red handed.”

“Took you over 20 years but no time like the present eh?” my dad smirked down at me, the smirk that I had inherited from him, and said as he booped my nose.

“I just know when my daughter feels a little extra cheeky.” He bopped my nose as he said ‘cheeky’ which made me playfully stick my tongue out at him. “And put that tongue away young lady we are not a snake.”

“Wrong. Don’t you remember I got sorted into Slytherin when we went to Harry Potter world.”

“Yes I do recall that. But that’s still no excuse. Stick that tongue out at me again and I’ll give you a good whopping, do I make myself clear.”

“Yes father.” I submitted.  He pecked my forehead before releasing me.

“So, you’ve finished with your filming?”

“Yep. Managed to wrap up a little early, at least for me.”

“Now I’ve been hearing a lot of rumors about you potentially branching off and getting your own spinoff series?”

“Well I don’t like to brag but it’s still a rumor. Not even I can confirm it. Besides, who knows if the CW will allow it. I mean don’t get me wrong the other two sub-series I didn’t agree with but Wayward Sisters, I would’ve LOVED to see that become something. Maybe have Sarah make a few surprise appearances.”

“Well, if the CW don’t allow it, maybe Netflix will. You never know. I could put in a good word for you.”

“Thanks dad.”

“Tom! Hey Tom! Susan needs you in makeup stat. You’re shooting in ten.” One of the make artists came racing up to us.

“Oh fu—sorry about that Johnny.” My dad wrapped an arm around my shoulders and the two of us walked towards the makeup trailer so that he could get ready.

After doing a quick touch up on my dad, the two of us left for the LAPD set and everyone was already running around getting to their marks or getting the cameras rolling.  I sat right next to the director Sherwin as he was calling for cameras to focus and start rolling.  Finally he called action and I got to sit and watch the new Netflix: Lucifer finally be filmed.

It was a long day of shooting and filming but it was a very productive day.  I even got to learn about directing since (spoiler alert! I get to direct an episode this season of Supernatural!).  I was currently right now sitting with my dad sipping a cup of tea.

“Now I know that one episode that witches have familiars. If Sarah were to have a familiar, which pet would she have and who would you want to play that familiar?” I hummed.

“Well. No offense to the women but most of the time when a new female comes on Supernatural she always ends up being a bitch. With the exception of Kim, Bri, Ruthie, Felica, and the rest of the Wayward sisters. So I’d have to say Sarah would want a male familiar. And yes while I do love dogs and would KILL to have Shadow actually be in front of the camera, I think she’d prefer a cat. Now for the actor to play him. Now don’t laugh but—this is my fantasy dream cast…..”

“Oh just get on with it will you little missy! Stop droning on!” my dad whined. I mimicked his whining before I finally admitted.

“Gwilym Lee okay!”

“The Welsh actor from that Midsomer murders series you used to watch?”

“Yeah, why not? I think he’d make a perfect cat familiar. Wise, loyal, good fighter. And—not that bad looking if I may say.”

“Alright down girl. I swear you and Aimee have been fawning over actors far too much.”

“Then you do not want to see me with the young Wayward sisters. We’re a lot worse. Plus it gets awkward when they start talking about you. Especially when it involves the Lucifer cast.”

“Oh my god.” He groaned.

“I know right!? It’s bad enough I hear from the fans about how much of a ‘thirsty dad’ you are. But now I have to hear it at work!” before my dad could say anything else, Lesley came running in with a worried look on her face. “Whoa Les, where’s the fire at?”

“You gotta call the Supernatural set (y/n).” she panted out.

“Why what’s going on?”

“I don’t know something about Shadow.” Without hesitation I took my phone out and dialed Misha’s number.  It rang and rang and as it kept ringing I grumbled.

“C’mon Misha pick up your bloody phone already!”

‘Hello?’

“Misha what’s going on!? What happened to my son!?”

‘I’m sorry (y/n) Jared was eating some M&M’s earlier and he left the table for one second and the next thing he saw was Shadow eating the M&M’s he had managed to knock down on the floor!’

“WHAT!?!?!?!?”

‘Just come by over here, he’s been whimpering and we don’t know the contact information to the vet.’

“Okay I’ll be there as soon as I can. Try to make him as comfortable for me as possible. Okay! Tell him mummy’s on her way!”

‘Okay I will. And (y/n). Hurry!’ I hung up the phone and raced off.

“Whoa, whoa mini-Ellis where are you off too in such a hurry?” Kevin said as he and Aimee were walking back from the catering (after I had noticed the chocolate doughnut in Aimee’s hand).

“Shadow’s sick! Ate M&M’s. I gotta go!” I couldn’t even form a proper sentence as I raced outside and phoned my driver to hurry the fuck back to the set and drive me back to the Supernatural set.

Thankfully, he was right outside and the second I jumped right on in, I banged on the back window and ordered him to drive and soon he was off.  Oh Shadow baby hang in there baby boy!

Finally after what felt like an eternity (I don’t know why the driver had taken the long way around. Said it was fucking traffic or something like that). But before the car could even come to a complete stop, I jumped out of the car and raced towards the building calling out Shadow’s name.

I quickly raced into the main Supernatural set to see that it was completely empty.

“Shadow!? Shadow! Here boy!” I whistled.  Just hearing the way Misha had talked on the phone it made me really worried about my baby boy’s health.  And now just not seeing him come on command when he’s supposed to, got me really anxious.

I walked further through the main set (which was the map room of the bunker) when I felt myself slightly trip forward and I looked down to see a tripwire.  Oh shit.

SPLASH! I jumped as I let out a shriek when a small water balloon fell right at my feet.  A split second later another dropped on the other side of me but still close enough to my feet.  I jumped two more times as two more water balloons splashed right by me.

“Really guys? If you’re gonna do something like that at least have good aim.” But I was unaware of the enormous water balloon that was now starting to roll down. When I looked up, my heart sunk as I slowly let out a scream and soon I was drenched.

But it wasn’t water.  Well normal water anyway, when I had looked at myself I had seen that I was now covered head to toe in the famed fake blood the makeup artists make from corn syrup, chocolate syrup and food coloring.

My breathing sharpened and I growled out.

“J2. Are without a doubt. The lowest most vile Americans to EVER WALK THE PLANET!!!” This was my favorite shirt and now the boys ruined it.  Plus do you know how long it takes to get fake blood out of your hair? Believe me it’s not pretty. Hours upon hours of just brushing through one section of hair.

Soon enough the entire cast came out laughing and clapping but what was shocking was that the Lucifer cast also came out smiling and clapping along.

“We got you good kid!” Misha laughed.

“You—you all were……”

“About time we finally dethroned the Prank Queen. You’ve been stealing our thunder for too long kid.” Jensen said.

“And thanks to your dad and the rest of the Lucifer cast, they gave us the time to set all this up.” Jared said as he held his phone up probably recording the whole thing.  I turned to my dad and hissed.

“Et tu Papa?”

“Sorry darling. They were convincing. Plus you’ve been going a little overboard with the pranks. You even placed a dead fish in my car.” Dad said.

“Or itching powder in my underwear drawer last year during season 3.” DW added.

“And hacking my Instagram professing love for the DCEU when you know I’m a Marvel girl.” Aimee said.

“And of course you can’t forget your recent little prank. The electric cushions.” Jared said.

“So we all came together and finally got you back.” Alex said smugly.

“How’s it feel now? You just got Carrie’d!” Lauren proclaimed.

“You all are so lucky I’m not a real witch or a telepath. Cause otherwise you’d all be screwed right now!” I spat out the fake blood that was starting to seep into my mouth.  “But I’ll admit. Only I could come up with something like this. I’m impressed. Especially since it was a crossover team effort.”

Both castmates from each show came around me and that’s when all the selfies and self-promotion of dethroning the “Prank Queen” has officially happened.  Of course I couldn’t help but chase after J2 as well as my dad so that I could smear the blood on them as payback for what they did to me.

Yep the life of an actress on Supernatural who happens to be the daughter of the current ‘hot’ Lucifer Morningstar, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.  So while the entire cast and my family got their victory out of the way, I began plotting my next ultimate prank.

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

J2M Preferences: Braiding their daughters’ hair

Requested by @sillesworldofwriting - we agreed I’d use their actual daughters on this one and not fictional kids.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Jared

Jared was so excited when he learned he was getting a baby girl. He loves his two boys so much but the thought of having a mini Gen running around excited him more than he cared to admit to anyone but his wife. To her though he gushed about it daily which is one of the reasons he convinced her to let him try and do her make-up for practice Gen assured him he would never need but Jared didn’t care.

Gen however convinced him braiding might come in handy. Gen loved Jared playing with her hair as she patiently instructed her less than pantient husband how to do different braids. After a few weeks he was succeeding. The result less than perfect but he still had time to practice before his services were needed.

Misha

Misha knows how do braid. It is one of the many skills he is not completely sure when or where he picked up but he knows how. The trouble isn’t technic. The trouble is the lack of patience and not just his own. Maison can’t sit still and Misha doesn’t have the patience to redo her hair 50 times before a somewhat decent braid appears. So for now he just don’t do it. Maybe one day… if not who cares. Wild, sweet, crazy Maison is perfect just as she is.

Jensen

Jensen learned to braid when JJ wanted him to do it instead of Danneel. Jensen hung his head hating to tell his daughter there was something he couldn’t help her with, which Danneel quickly picked up on. She situated herself between Jensen’s legs on the floor and JJ between her own. Then Danneel proceed to place her hands above her husbands gently guiding him as he braiding his daughter’s hair. They only had to do this a few mornings before Jensen had it all under control and confidently braided his daughters blonde locks.

Later on Jensen found a few tutorials online how do do different styles using a laughing Danneel as a guinea pig, before attempting them on his daughter the next day.

[sofiebradshaw]

HELP!!

okay spn family. there was this one fic i was reading and i forgot to save it, and now i'm trying to look for it. i forgot the name of the fic but i'll tell y'all what it's about. basically it's past dean x reader bc dean dies, he comes back to life and he finds the reader and he learns that sam and the reader are together and they have a son named fox. there's all this tension between dean and the reader and blah blah. that's basically it. if anyone knows the title or the author, please respond to this post. thank u!

[rowyn-writes]

Mending A Broken Heart (Part Two)

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, oral sex, (f/m receiving) fluff, angst, self loathing, reader has PCOS

Pairings: Jared x Reader

Word count: 3.3k

THREE YEARS LATER

There was a loud sound that woke you from a dead sleep. You groaned as you looked over at your fiancé, Jared.

"It's your turn." He mumbled.

"It's always my turn." Your growled as you threw the blankets off you. You sleepily traveled through the house to where the source of the noise was coming from.

Your threw open the door to see your older sister, Danneel, her husband Jensen, and their three year old daughter, Justice. "What?"

"Don't 'what' me Y/N, it's Friday." Danneel sassed.

"And?"

"And, you know Friday's are wedding planning days!"

"Yeah, my Friday's used to be fun."

"They're still fun, Y/N. C'mon, live a little." Jensen said mischievously. "Humor her." He mumbled under his breath. "Danneel looks forward to seeing you all week. When Jared told us he was going to propose, she was so excited to plan your wedding. She started a scrapbook. A scrapbook, Y/N. Just let her talk overlays and flowers and food with you. Let her pamper you."

You let out a sigh as you watched Danneel set up the kitchen table with magazines and venue pictures. "She does look happy."

"She is happy. Just let her do this for you." Jensen smiled as Danneel excitedly flipped through the scrapbook.

"She better be glad I love her." You grumbled.

Jensen cracked a smile. "Don't worry. If you have to deal with this, so does Jared. He's the one who proposed, so I'm going to drag his ass down here."

"You're a saint." You whispered. "This is why you're my favorite brother in law."

"I'm your only brother in law." Jensen called as he walked up the stairs to the bedroom you shared with Jared.

You slid next to your sister, whose eyes swam with excitement. "Okay, so, I was thinking, for food we could do vegetarian options as well as meat. That way, there's something for everyone."

"Sounds good to me." You nod.

A sleepy Jared turned the corner, rubbing his eyes tiredly. It had been a long week of constantly filming and both of the men needed to rest up. "Morning darlin'." He mumbled as he kissed your cheek.

For the next three hours, you, Jared and Danneel talked about the wedding. You were excited, of course, but this was getting to be a lot of stress. At this point, you just wanted to elope and be done with it. But you knew that would break Danneel's heart, especially since she spent so much time on the wedding.

"Okay," Danneel said, closing the book. "I have the pastor booked, as well as the venue. I'm going to call around and find some good places that can cater to us. And I have an appointment for you and Jared to go cake tasting at Austin Kind Cakes tomorrow at 9. Don't be late. We've also got to go dress shopping on Monday. So, round up your bridesmaids and tell them. I would stay longer but I have a doctors appointment at two. I'll see you Monday." Your sister hugged you and Jared goodbye before leaving with Jensen and Justice.

You sighed as you fell back on the couch, Jared not far behind. He spread himself across the couch, his head in your lap. You smiled softly as you ran your fingers through his long hair.

"Are you tired, baby?" You asked.

"Very."

"You wanna put on a MCU movie and cuddle?" You suggested.

"Please." Jared smiled.

"Okay, get up so I can put the DVD in." You pushed a reluctant Jared off your lap, which resulted in him landing on the floor. "I told you to get up!"

Jared grumbled as he pulled himself off the floor. "Oh, you're fine you big baby." You roll your eyes. You skimmed your finger across the DVD's until it landed on Captain America; The First Avenger. It was your favorite movie because. . . Well, Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans. Duh. You popped the disk in, and while it was showing the ads before the movie, you went to start some popcorn.

You began to grab things down from the cupboards, stealing candy from Jared's secret stash. Despite his well built physique, he had a huge sweet tooth. You came back into the living room with beer, popcorn, and all the movie essentials.

"How did you find my candy?" Jared frowned.

"You're not that great at hiding things, babe."

"Not true. I hid my feelings for you for two years." He pointed out.

"Okay, you got me." You rolled your eyes, sitting down beside him. Jared stretched his arm out, wrapping it around you, pulling you closer. You rested your head on his chest, smiling contently. Things had been tense as of late. And most of that was to be blamed on filming.

You knew that Jared had been struggling with his metal health for a while, and you made a point to let him know how much he meant to you. In all honesty, things hadn't been all that easy for you either. Danneel had just announced that she was pregnant again. It was very early on in the pregnancy, but it was still hard on you. You had told your family about your condition, and they were all very supportive. You were happy for Danneel and Jensen, but you were still upset about not being able to start a family of your own.

"I love you." You whispered to Jared.

"I love you too, darlin'. What's wrong?" He questioned, averting his eyes from the T.V screen.

"Nothing. I just love you." Jared grinned as he kissed your lips

"Well, I love you more."

"Not possible." You shook your head. "No one can love anyone as much as I love you."

"Hmm, I can think of one exception." He argued, trailing kisses down your neck. You closed your eyes, your breath quickening as his lips traveled to your collarbone. "Because I love you more than you could ever imagine."

"Then show me." You challenged.

"Haven't I already? I mean, I did propose to you."

"You know what I mean, tease." You grumbled. Jared chuckled, his brown hair falling into his eyes. He pulled your hoodie over your head, tossing it aside. He gave you a devilish look when he realized you we're wearing a bra.

Jared took your boob in his mouth while massaging the other with his hand. You sucked in a sharp breath when he gently twisted your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest and slick pooling in your panties. No matter how many times you had sex with Jared, it always gave you butterflies.

He moved his mouth down your body, leaving love bites along your stomach. Jared smirked as his fingers dug into your sides, causing you to shriek.

"Jared!" You chastised. "I swear if you tickle me again I'm pushing you off me and I'll use my vibrator."

"Okay, I'm sorry darlin'." He chuckled as he kissed your lips. Pleasant shivers went down your spine when Jared trailed his fingers down your body. He then tugged your joggers and panties down your legs and threw them aside, just like he did with your hoodie. He kissed the insides of your thighs, so, so close to where you wanted him to be but not close enough.

"Jare. . ." You mumbled, fingers digging into the pillow beside you.

"What's that, baby girl?" He grinned. "Use your words. What do you want?"

"I want you to eat me out!" You said, exasperated. Jared said nothing as he pulled you forward, closer to his face. He attached his lips to your little bundle of nerves, causing you to moan. He began to kitten lick your clit, making you grasp onto his hair. It reminded you of the first time you slept with him.

Jared slowly slipped a digit into your warmth, pumping it in and out of you. It definitely didn't satisfy you the way you knew his cock would, but it brought you pleasure nonetheless.  "Mmm, Jared. . . F-fuck!" He reached up with his other hand and began playing with your nipples, making you contract around his finger.

"Eager, are we?"

"I hate you." You groaned.

"No you don't. But if you do, I can go ahead and stop now?"

"Jared, I swear to god!" You growled. The man between your legs said nothing as he added another digit, making you whimper in anticipation.

"It's okay, darlin', you'll have me soon enough." Jared assured you. You nodded, your breathing becoming erratic.

"Oh, god, I'm so close!" You whined.  You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth, as Jared pulled his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty. "You're the worst tease ever."

"I know," He cooed as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. You climbed off the couch and sat on your knees in front of Jared, pulling down his jeans. "Now, babygirl, what do you think you're doing?" He questioned.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" You replied, looking up at Jared with a cheeky grin. You took his cock in your hands, giving it a few gentle strokes, running your finger across the tip. You ran you tongue along the underside of his dick, just how you knew Jared liked it.

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart." He murmured. "Just like that."

With that encouragement, you took him in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks so he could fit. You lazily sucked his length, effectively making Jared moan. It was like music to your ears whenever he moaned like that. You felt Jared's hand on the back of your head pushing you closer to him, making you gag around his cock.

He held your head with both of his hands as he rocked his hips back and forth, each time he hit the back of your throat. You felt drool drip down your chin and onto your breasts. You could taste the precum on Jared's cock. You knew he was close. His thrusts into your mouth became more erratic and messier as he released his load into your mouth. "Take it all. Do not spit it out. Be a good girl for me and swallow." He demanded as he pulled his dick out. You nodded, letting the warm substance slide down your throat with difficulty. "You're such a good girl for me. Swallowing all my cum. Do you know what that does to me?"

You didn't need an answer, as you could clearly see what it does to Jared, since he was already becoming hard again. "This load is going in that tight little pussy of yours." He picked you up by the arm with a firm yet gentle hand and bent you over the arm of the couch. "Are you ready?" He asked, still making sure you were comfortable. No matter how many times you two had sex, he always wanted to make sure you still wanted to go through with it.

You had discussed the relationship you had before Jared, and about all the things your ex put you through. One of the worst things Will did to you was use you for sex. He rarely asked for consent, which gave you more trust issues than you could handle. You had spoke to Jared about that when you first got together, and he promised that he would always, always, ask if you were okay before doing anything. That just made you fall in love with him more.

"Please, Jare. . ." You whined. "Fuck me."

"You don't have to tell me twice, sweetheart." He slowly bottomed out, letting out a moan. He began to fuck you, slow at first, but it soon transitioned into rough thrusts. Your gripped onto the pillow tightly, using it to muffle your moans. Jared grabbed you by the hair, pulling your head up. "Don't muffle it babygirl, I wanna hear you scream."

"Oh God, Jared!" You whined as his hips slammed into yours.

"Fuck baby, ugh, you're so fucking tight. I'm gonna cum." He moaned. "I'm gonna cum in that sweet pussy, fill you up to the brim. God, I can't wait to see your stomach swell as you carry our child. You'll look so fucking good."

You felt a familiar knot tighten in your belly, your walls clenching around Jared's cock. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck." You screamed as you came, Jared following shortly behind you. He stayed buried in you for a few more moments before pulling out.

Jared disappeared for a few seconds before coming back with a warm washcloth so he could clean you up. He gently wiped down your body before picking you up bridal style and carrying you into the bedroom. He climbed in bed beside you and gathered you in his arms, kissing your temple.

"Are you okay, darlin'?" He asked, brushing hair out of your face. You smiled as you nodded. "You did so good for me. I love you so much."

You nuzzled your face into his chest, enjoying the warmth from his body. "I love you more."

"Oh no," He chuckled. "We are not starting this again. Because I'll win."

"Whatever you say, Jare." You rolled your eyes. He grinned at you, his brown hair falling into his eyes.

"Okay, well, I'm going to make us some lunch. I'll be right back." He gave you a quick peck on the lips before pulling on a pair of sweatpants and making his way to the kitchen. You grabbed one of Jared's flannel, wrapping it around you and breathing in the scent.

Your phone started buzzing on the end table beside the bed. In the middle of the commotion this morning, you never took your phone off the charger. A picture of you and your sister popped up on the screen, the name "Danni," with a little heart beside it flashed across the photo. "Hello?"

"Y/N!" Danneel squealed happily from the other side of the phone. "Okay, so, Jensen and I just got back from my OB appointment and you'll never guess what!"

"What? Did you find out the sex?"

"Well, yes, but there's something else too! I'm having twins!" You felt your heart sink to your stomach.

"Oh, Danni, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you!"

"Thank you, Y/N/N! Oh, I'm so excited! We're having a boy and a girl. I'm going shopping later to pick out stuff for the nursey, do you want to come with me?" Danneel asked, happiness seeping from her voice.

You took a steady breath, blinking back tears. "Ya know, I would love to, Danni, but I'm not feeling too good today. Maybe some other time?"

"Yeah, of course." Danneel sounded disappointed, but tried to hide it. "I hope you feel better. I'll let you go then. Bye, I love you."

"Love you too."

As soon as the call ended, you covered you mouth to suppress a sob. You were happy that your sister was happy. She was finally getting the family she always wanted, she's in a great marriage with a sweet man that treats her right, and she is having twins. It's everything that you've wanted. You were trying so hard to get pregnant, but time after time, nothing. You were taking fertility treatments left and right and trying IVF. But anything you tried failed. You hated how jealous you were of your older sister.

Jared came back up twenty minutes later with two plates of food to find you curled up on the bed crying into your pillow. He hastily set the food down on the dresser and made his way over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your back into his chest. "Shh, shh," He cooed, tucking your hair behind your ear. "It's okay, baby. Do you want to tell me what's wrong? Hm?"

"D-Danneel is p-pregnant." You sniffed, tears streaming down you face. "And she's having t-twins." Jared let out a sigh as he listened to you cry. "What am I doing wrong, Jare? W-we've tried everything and I still can't have a baby!"

"We're not doing anything wrong, darlin'. These things just happen and it's nobody's fault. There are still other options, honey. We could hire a surrogate or we could adopt?"

"It's not the same. I want to feel my baby kick inside of me, I wanna feel the morning sickness and the back pain and every damn thing that comes with being pregnant."

"I know, sweetie." He mumbled.

"Jare. . ."

"Yeah?"

"I think. . . Before we start thinking about surrogacy or adoption that I need to go to therapy. I haven't been in a long time and I just need to talk to someone and I need them to tell me I'm not crazy. I just need someone to talk to that doesn't know me and that's not biased."

"Okay, of course." Jared nodded. "I'm proud of you, baby. It took me a really long time that I admitted that I needed help. It takes a strong person to say when they need help."

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FIVE WEEKS LATER

"Everyone at the office back home is catching this stupid bug." You growled, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Danneel, who had been with you when you fell ill, took a cold washcloth and dabbed it across your forehead. You two were currently in Canada visiting Jared and Jensen while they were working on set.

"What have you ate today?" She asked. "I don't need you becoming dehydrated."

"A bagel with cream cheese and Doritos."

"Cream cheese and Doritos?" Danneel said, scrunching her face up at the combination.

"Hey, don't knock it till you try it."

"I'm not knocking it, Y/N." Danneel dismissed. "It's what I've been craving for months. I was craving all sorts of weird stuff before I found out I was pregnant."

"Yeah, well, there's no way I'm pregnant." You said glumly.

"Pickles and mustard. Is that something else you've eaten?"

"Yes. . . Why?" You questioned.

"Another one of my pregnancy cravings. Are you late?" She asked.

"I'm always late, Danni. I have PCOS, dummy." You scoffed.

"I think you should take a test, just to be sure." You decided to humor Danneel and went to the drug store and bought three different pregnancy tests.

Positive. Positive. Positive.

You stared wide-eyed at the tests, not believing what you were seeing. "Oh. My. God." Danneel squealed as she crushed you in a hug. "You're pregnant! Oh, Jared's going to be so happy! You have to go tell him! Like, right now!"

"But they're filming." You protested.

"They're taking a break right now. Jensen just texted me. Go! Now!" Danneel pushed. You took a quick picture of the pregnancy tests before you, Danneel, and J.J went to visit the boys while they were on set.

You couldn't hold your excitement, as your knee was bouncing up and down. The three of you showed your badges at the front gate before making it onto set.

"Y/N." Jared smiled, looking up from his script. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to wait until later to tell you this but it just couldn't wait."

"What is it?" He questioned, his eyebrows furrowing.

"I haven't been feeling well lately and I've been craving these really weird foods and I'm more tired than usual and-" You rambled until Jared held up his hand.

"Wait, Y/N, are you saying. . .?"

"I'm pregnant." You whispered. "I took three different tests today and they were all positive. I wanted to tell you when you got home, but I didn't know what-"

"You're pregnant!" Jared shouted, catching the attention of the crew and cast members. You flushed red as Jared picked you up and spun you around. "I'm so excited." He smiled, cupping your face in his hands and giving you a gentle kiss.

You could hear Jensen laughing with happiness, and some of the crew clapping. "I'm getting a niece or nephew." He said excitedly. "I can't wait to corrupt them."

"Jensen!"

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sam winchester ; siren sounds ; 2

y/n's pov

i make my way down the stairs. it's so strangely decorated, but i find it beautiful in it's own rustic way. sam was sitting in the living room on the couch, reading a lore book. funnily enough, it's about mermaids. "sam?" i called, direction his attention from the book to me. he sets his book aside, giving me his individed attention. "yeah?"

"i know this is kind of a lot to ask, but i figure after everything we've accumulated some... trust." sam's eyebrows furrow in confusion and he motions y/n to sit beside him, understanding that this was an important conversation to her. "of course, what's on your mind?"

"my necklace." sam's expression shifts slightly, a mixture of understanding and hesitation on his face. "you want it back huh?"

"please." sam takes a deep breath, his gaze searching mine. "all right fine, but only because you've kept your word so far." he reaches into his back pocket, holding it out to her. "you keep it on you all the time?" sam's fingers and mine brush together as he passes the necklace from his hold to mine. his cheeks flush slightly in embarrassment. "i, uh, yeah... i guess i do." i put the necklace in my jacket pocket and nod. he probably did that to make sure i wouldn't just steal it from him when he's not paying attention. "i want to apologize for what i did." sam's expression softens slightly. he feels like she apologized every day. "i appreciate the apology, it takes strength to acknowledge mistakes and make amends, to learn from them. but you need to understand that what happened is serious, and dean might not have saved me, he might have chosen to kill you, and if you did get away, and i died... you'd have dean after you." i shiver at the thought. they've proven time and time again since the day we met that they are strong together, and just as strong without each other. "i know." sam studies me for a minute. "but i want to know why, why did you manipulate me?"

"you would have killed me."

"maybe, maybe not. but that doesn't give an explanation on why you chose to manipulate my emotions like that. you could have tried to run, or fight..."

"i was tied up to a pole, there isn't much i could have done. i've been using my powers since my fifteenth birthday. i killed a man for the first time on my birthday. all i've ever known is kill. i hadn't even realized i was a siren, my parents weren't sure if i had contracted the dna for it. but when my high school crush told me he loved me, they knew something was wrong. something was even more wrong when he tried to have sex with me. i told him no and he wouldn't stop, he wanted me so bad so i killed him. killing a man... it's like locking everything in. if i hadn't killed him, i probably wouldn't be a siren today."

sam absorbs my words carefully. the initial anger and confusion softening into something like understanding the more i spoke. it felt too similar to his own life, i can sense it by the way he looked at me. bobby had explained to me one night not too long ago that their mother had died young, dean watched it, and the only survivors were the sam and dean and their father. however their father had quickly gone down the line of revenge and trained dean, eventually sam, as soldiers. fighters, killers. i too had been given the same direction and i wanted nothing of it. "i... i had no idea. i guess i never really gave much thought to your life before we met you." i nodded in understanding. no one ever asks the monsters why they kill, they just murder them without a second thought. "but, that doesn't change what happened. you still manipulated me, and it almost cost me everything."

"there isn't a day that goes by where i don't feel bad, and i'd do anything to make up for it."

"since i've given you the necklace back, you still need to keep up with your end of the bargain, finding more sirens. even with your help and your apologies, it doesn't justify your actions or erase them. you can't just go around manipulation people because you're worried about your own safety."

"i know that! why do you think i helped you kill my whole family!" sam's eyes widen in shock, his mouth dropping open. i wasn't meant to tell him that. "you what?”

"the pack of sirens i helped you kill, they weren't just the pack i was running with, they were my family. my mom, dad, aunt, uncle, grandmother."

"y/n." i stand up, cutting him off. "no sam, there's nothing you could have done. you couldn't have talked to them, or tried to stop them. they would have killed you too. i did the world a favor by taking them out, and i'm going to take out the other sirens too." sam shuts the lore book, standing up too, he grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him. "i just want to say that i'm sorry."

"i'm just gonna head up to bed. now that i have my necklace i'll be able to track them easier." sam nods, immediately letting me go. i smile at dean who walks into the room with bobby at his side. bobby doesn't like me much, but i don't mind at all. he doesn't trust me and i can't say that he's wrong for it. i don't trust me either.

the sun hasn't even set yet when i change into pajama shorts and a lose t-shirt sam gave me when we first got here. after the hunt for my family had ended, i wanted to leave everything behind. it would have looked suspicious if my whole family was murdered and only the thing's that belonged to me were gone. i wanted to appear like i was kidnapped and missing. not that i actually killed my whole family and dipped. which i did, but then the cops would be after me for murder rather than as a missing girl. but i've cut my hair, dyed it, and i have a new id that sam and dean were able to provide me. it's like i've been rebirthed.

the next morning rolls in very slow. bobby's out to keep up his image as a car repair man, working around for some extra cash. i have no idea how he's able to keep up the house and repair lot. i know the cops hang around a lot and the neighbors kinda fear him, but i don't see anything wrong with the guy. i mean, aside from the obvious fact he wants to kill me, he's kinda harmless. i roll out of bed, changing into a plain tank top and jean shorts. it's warm out in the country, hardly any buildings or trees blocking the view of the sun, and bobby's house has no real air conditioning unit to cool the place down. just a few fans and ones connected to the windows. i get downstairs, going to start on my coffee. both sam and dean sit at the kitchen table. i smile at them politely. today feels different. "you went to bed early." dean speaks up from behind me. "yeah, i just wasn't feeling too good. i think the heat is getting to me a bit out here." i shove the cup under the spout, watching as the murky brown liquid begins to drain into my cup. i turn around to face the boys. i really wasn't used to summers as hot as this. back home, the sky was always riddled with storm clouds despite it being the middle of summer. it was just the sirens all living together. kinda creates a storm to bring sailors down to their deaths. tragic.

sam looks like he hasn't slept a wink, and dean looks chipper. for a split second, and then his eyes narrow in on the necklace wrapped around my neck. i grip onto the charm. "you gave her the necklace back." dean asks, voice gravelly. it's more of a statement than a question though. sam perks up, staring wide eye'd at dean. "don't be mad at her, it's her necklace, she deserves it."

"i'm not mad at her, i'm mad at you."

"dean-" i try and interject but he sends me an icy glare. "don't interrupt me, i'm not done with him yet." his eyebrows raise as he stares at me, practically begging me to defy him. i shake my head, letting him yell at sam. "that necklace was the only thing we held over her. she could've killed us all in our sleep!" he didn't even try and whisper, he just talked out loud.

"but she didn't!"

"how does that make it any better? she could have come into our bedroom's last night and sweet talked us into murdering the whole town and not remembering!"

"okay, dean, no. that didn't happen. you're being unreasonable."

"no," i sighed, stepping in finally, ignoring dean's wordless threat i interject. "dean's right. you guy's can't trust me. i could have done all that and gotten away with it to, but i didn't." i pull out a chair, sitting before them at the end. i fold my hands into my lap, squeezing my thighs together, a nervous habit i picked up. easily coverable and doesn't look to suspicious. dean's face is set into steel. i know he didn't trust me, but i didn't think it went this to far to pure hatred. all i did was get my necklace back. "i want to help you kill the other sirens."

"and then what?" dean scoffed. "you're the only siren left, you gonna rule us all with your little powers or the ocean?"

"no... look dean, i have a proposition for you." dean's eyebrows furrowed and he looked at sam but i reached over and used my fingers to turn his cheek, making his green eyes set on me again. "don't look at sam, it has nothing to do with sam. i'll make him forget this ever happened, but i need to talk to you about it first."

"don't go messing around in my brother's head." dean ordered. "i'm not gonna mess with your head, let me explain."

"y/n what is going on?" sam asked, leaning forward. "just sh, both of you!" i shouted. i rest my arms on the table, leaning forward to look at dean. "i'm going to go out and kill the rest of the sirens. i have my necklace, it's like a radar. i can feel when the other sirens are near me better. i will kill them all and then i will come back. you won't have to deal with me for a few months."

"hold on! slow down!" dean held up a hand. "you can't go out there alone, y/n! they'll kill you!" sam argued but i shook my head. "i thought about this all night, dean i need you to agree with me. i can make sam forget about me. i know what he's got going around in his head, i've felt it the moment my necklace touched my skin again. i can make those feelings go away, and then i can go away-" 

"what? no, dean tell her no!"

"and when they're all done, then i can come back and you can finish me off. it'll set your brother free forever, and neither of you will have to deal with another american siren ever again. i can't speak for the ones out of the country.." i rambled off quickly, ignoring sam while he begged and interrupted me to not go, to not die. dean looks back and forth between sam and i. "how will i know you're telling me the truth. i can't have you running off into the wind again."

"i will not." i promised. "we can do check ins every few days or weeks, as well as sharing locations so you can always find me." dean's eyes are narrow, calculating. his jaw is tense. he's also much more quiet than i thought he'd be.  sam is the exact opposite, he's breathing loud, shoulders sagging in defeat. he knows dean better than i do, but even i know dean will do anything to protect sam, even if it's messing with his memory and he forgets about me. "i don't wanna kill you either." dean decides. sam lightens up for a moment, but i put out that fire quickly. "i'll kill myself then." i sigh in exasperation. "y/n, think this through logically." sam pleads. "sam i'm thinking this through logically. you won't remember this conversation, but if dean agrees then it's a done deal. you won't be controlled by my powers anymore."

"i'm not controlled by your powers! my feelings for you are real, they've always been real!" sam slams his hands down on the wooden table, standing up immediately. he paces around the room, running his hands over his face and through his hair. i turn to dean, letting sam cool down for a moment. "see. he's stuck. i care for him, and he can't love me. it's unhealthy." i remind dean. the feelings he feels for me are not real, and i've decided so. "he doesn't know what he's talking about. i tried to kill him when we met remember." i said, pushing dean over the edge. although dean isn't susceptible to my powers, which are enhanced now with the necklace, he still nods. "i did this to him dean, i made him love me and i can undo it, kill the other sirens, and then leave this world and sam alone forever." i finished in a whisper and dean nods. it's done. "i hopefully won't take much longer than a year to kill them all. i'll text and call every time i move towns, and i'll share my location and proof that i've killed sirens. i'll collect their necklaces or earrings or bracelets, and when i'm done we can destroy them all." dean nods again, still silent. sam leans against the archway leading to the living room. "you can't make me forget you, i won't let you." sam speaks up. I turn in my chair. "sammy it doesn't work that way."

dean stands, urging me to stand too. "look sam, i gotta tell you something." the tone of my voice makes sam snap his head up. he narrows his eyes, head shaking wildly. "don't do this." he begs quietly. "i have to sammy, it's for your own good." i stand in front of him, pressing my hand against his chest, feeling his heartbeat. his hand cups mine and holds it close. "please don't." he presses his forehead against mine but i continue talking anyway, in a whisper, just for us. "i need you to forget about these past two months. everything that happened between us was just some wild dream. dean killed me back in that building in march and i'm dead now sam. you've succeeded to kill all the other sirens, and they no longer exist. you are going to realize the feelings you had for me were fake, and you'll get over me so fast sam. you'll find someone else and you won't think of me ever again, okay." i concluded. sam nodded. a few stray tears ran down his cheeks and i used my thumbs to brush them away. i cried too, but i wasn't my first priority anyway. 

i pulled away, letting sam blink himself back to reality while i nodded. "it's done. he's forgetting all about me, everything that happened between us was a bad dream he'll just forget about. i am supposed to be dead. now sometimes, when a person feels so strongly about something, no matter what the siren tells them, it won't be affected by my powers. but considering i told sam that all the feelings he felt for me weren't real, even if there was anything real, he's convince himself it was just my powers." i explained to dean while i walked over to the machine and grabbed my now cold coffee. i sipped on it, dean and i walking up the stairs to where my bedroom was. i pack a few thing's into duffle bags. 

dean stops me, wrapping his arms around me. "thank you." he whispers and i nod, flicking away my tears with my pointer finger. "i didn't do it for you."

"i know." he nods. sam comes upstairs, staring curiously at dean and i. "who's this?" sam asks, pointing at me. he looks so much younger now that the stress of everything i've induced on him is now just a bad dream. i zip up my duffle bag while dean tries to find the words to say but i put a hand on his bicep. "i've got this too." i winked and walked over to sam. i press my hand against his cheek, feeling his warm skin. "you're going to forget all about this too okay. you're gonna go take a nap on the couch or at the table or in your own bed, and when you wake up, this whole thing's gonna be all over." i pat his cheek a few times, watching him as his thoughts seem to lose track of themselves. dean and i follow sam for a bit, but sam turns down the hallway opposite of the stairs and into his own bedroom. i sighed as he closed the door. "it's all over now." dean shakes his head, boots stomping down the stairs. "it doesn't seem fair to me." he grumbles. 

"what doesn't seem fair?" i snapped, shoving my feet into my boots. "the fact that i'm in love with your brother but instead of giving in to these feelings, we both know he has, i make him forget me and i have to live with it for the next year until you kill me? cause you're right, that doesn't seem fair." dean pauses and nods, turning around to look at me. "you're exactly right this isn't fucking fair!" dean shouted, quietly though as not to wake up sam cause this dream isn't over yet. 

"i don't know what else to do then."

"i can't kill you. find someone else to kill you, but i won't do that to you. you have sacrificed enough to be where you're at now, your life is far too important to just kill you off. but don't twist my words around, i don't want to see your face ever again." dean comes in real close and i nod, biting my tongue to prevent myself from fighting back. i'd sound pretty pathetic begging for him to kill me anyway. "fine." i don't get his logic, if anything, i'd be glad to have the chance to kill me. "don't go around making any babies either." 

"i won't dean." i sighed and tugged the duffle over my shoulder. this really is it. "there's a car fixed in the back of the lot, it's bobby's getaway car but i doubt he'll care if you take it from him. he'll be glad to see you gone too." i chew on my bottom lip and nod. "sounds good to me." dean paced into the kitchen, boots thumping against the hard wooden floor. he comes back with the keys. "it's bright red too, can't be hard to miss." i run my tongue over my teeth. 

"i don't know why you're so nice, or why you're just letting me go."

"hey, you said it yourself earlier. you're not doing this for me, you're doing it for sam and so am i. i want what's best for him, and what's best for him isn't a monster." dean's eyebrows raised, and i nodded. "i know. just look out for him, and don't let him date any more monsters." dean rolled his eyes. "i can't keep track of it anyway, that kids a monster magnet." i took a deep breath and nodded, turning away and walking through the front door, circling around the house and pushing the button to locate the car while dean watched from the porch. 

there's something so strange to ending's like this. there's a sense of sadness, but also this overwhelming urge to go back and beg for forgiveness, to wake sam and make him remember me. but then i also kinda feel like letting everything go, not holding it all inside me any longer. like a bird learning how to fly for the first time. i no longer have to live in fear of my family, of dean and sam possibly deciding to just kill me in the middle of the night. i can live on my own and make my own decisions for once. i locate the car, a pretty cherry colored car. it  looks shiny and new, but the model tells me it's an old car, a classic car, but it has a good heart.

dean watches as the red shiny car pulls up to the front of the house, some of the dirt spewing into the air kicking rocks high into the sky before turning into town and disappearing around a bend. dean takes a long sip from his beer and heading back inside. he barely had any time to sit down and turn the tv on, kicking his feet onto the coffee table when the sounds of foot steps descending from upstairs echoes around the emptier house. sam yawns when he turns the corner, stretching and wiping his hands across his face. he steals a sip from deans beer, walking over to the fridge to get his own. dean yells at him, snatching he beer back and leaning against the old couch again with a huff. sam plops down again, tossing his own beer back and gulping it down. "i just had the weirdest dream." sam sighs, shaking his head with wide eyes. "you wanna talk about it?" dean asks between a sip. sam shakes his head no, staring at the tv playing re-runs of tom and jerry. "nah, probably nothing."

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i've decided there are going to be four parts to this story but i have a lot of thinking and planning. sorry this took so long, don't expect pt.3 to be any time soon.

[feelmyroarrrr]

The Game

SPN FanFic

~Look, when you’re stuck on set for upwards of 18 hours a day, sometimes you gotta come up with things to amuse yourself. Enter: The Game. Three handsome men, one beautiful and willing woman, endless possibilities.~

J2M x Reader (Jared x Reader, Jensen x Reader, Misha x Reader, no m/m entanglement)

2,370 Words

Warnings: NSFW! Bukkake! Circle-Jerk. Masturbation. All the cum. Um… it’s just fun fluffy porn.

A/N: This gem is for my Bukkake Square for @spnkinkbingo 2019. Hope you enjoy!

It was a little game they played sometimes, when the crew was delayed or the weather was bad; when something held up production and gave them a large gap of downtime. It was a particularly fun game, as really there were no losers, and those were always the best sorts of games.

There wasn’t really a name for it, but Jared like to call it Jackson Pollack, because that’s what you looked like when they were done with you. Just a ruined canvas splattered with their paint.

On this particular Friday afternoon, a freak hail storm had closed down the set for a few hours, and Jensen had beckoned you to his trailer for a round of play. Excited by the idea, you were practically dripping by the time you reached his door, and Misha met you with a smile, taking your hand to help you up the stairs.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted with a smile; pink lips spread wide, cheek shadowed in Castiel’s scruff. Unfortunately, he had already been to wardrobe and no longer wore the costume, but his tight black t-shirt was a fine, sexy replacement for the suit.

“Great scene this morning,” you said, hitting the top step. “Very growly.”

Misha laughed and came up behind you, wrapping himself around your back. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck and growled as he nipped at your tingling flesh.

“Yeah, just like that,” you murmured mid swoon, blood already simmering.

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Supernatural LSB: Jared Padalecki x Platonic reader ft. Jensen and Misha pt.2

And here we go with pt. 2 and boy did I enjoy writing Round 2 because I’ve got some special surprises for ya’ll in store and trust me when I say.....I wish this would actually happen should someone of the cast compete on the show against J2, this could get u a win *wink wink hint hint*. Okay now in this there is just a fight scene that Jared does with a FAKE gun that can make the actual popping sounds but you’ll see what I’m talking about but I thought I might put a warning up for gun use (AGAIN FAKE BE-BE PISTOL GUN BUT THAT’S IT!!!) Enjoy my lovelies :)

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Soon it was time for Round 2.

“Welcome back to Lip Sync Battle, the War between Winchesters have gone through the roof but now it’s time for Round 2. Let’s see what Jared Padalecki did to prepare for his second piece”.  The crowd applauded and the camera came up on me and Jared and he gave a salute and soon the cameras began to show what he did to prepare for his second act.

He was in the costume department speaking to his costume designer and he said to her.

“We actually did this song on the show and I’ve seen this song on the show thanks to (n/n) but I want to try and go a different route”.

“Okay so we do have these and I can have them in a different color or is this good?”

“No, no that’s perfect now what about the hat?”

“Right here for you Jared”.

“Excellent”.  Soon Jared’s voice came over and it showed him back in his dressing room. “This might give me the win cause this is one of (y/n)’s favorite songs and when we did this on an episode, so the expression on her face in the episode is her true reaction. (Y/n) baby girl you’re good but,” he placed the cowboy hat on his head and said in with his Texan accent coming out, “There’s a new sheriff in town, and I’m takin that there belt back home”.

(Play up till 1:34 then skip to the next instrumental tune at 2:37 and basically kinda go from there)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Py6U3XMy-AM

The stage was dark and I was getting a little scared of what song he chose for his next choice but soon the familiar guitar solo came up on the speakers and I collapsed to my chair holding my hands to my mouth.  

The spotlight came on Jared in a full black cowboy attire with a six string guitar in his hand sitting in front of a fake fireplace, and he was actually strumming it as I could actually hear it playing.  There was also a fake tree with a Wanted poster with Jared’s picture on it and his reward was for $1000.

“Yes Jared!” I heard Jensen cry out. Like a true Texas cowboy getting ready for a showdown, he slowly raised his head up then raises his head, allowing the hat to only show his eyes first as he began to sync out the words.

He put the guitar down and he walked up towards his Wanted poster and ripped it off the tree before crumbling it up and tossing it towards the audience.  He then turned towards me and pointed right at me as he synced out “I’m Wanted, Dead or alive”.  He then walked across the stage and soon it jumped right to the part where the song really begins to pick up.

Soon the lights came on and dancers dressed as sheriffs came right at Jared and for the first time that I or anyone else had ever seen on LSB instead of dancing, the stage turned into an all-out stage combat.  

Jared fake-punched one guy then as another one came with a fake-punch towards Jared, he placed his hand on his chin like he had actually gotten punched before acting like he was reconnecting his jaw and then taking the man by the arm and literally flipping him over his shoulder.

I was in shock as was LL, Chrissy and Misha while Jensen was having a ball with this. It was then Jared took out his ‘gun’ and began firing one shot which made actually popping sounds and one by one each sheriff dropped to the ground.  He blew on the gun getting rid of the ‘smoke’ before syncing out as he walked towards his “steel horse” and mounted it as he kept syncing.

It soon came to the part where Jensen, Jared and I once got to actually sing this song and I couldn’t help myself but actually sing along and I even turned to see Jensen doing the same thing and then once the verse was done, Jared synced out the last few words until the song finished and the lights exploded off.

The crowd went nuts as Jared breathed heavily and the stage combaters all got up and Jared got off the horse statue and LL came up on stage and proclaimed.

“Wow!” He now stood beside Jared and said, “Chrissy, Chrissy tell me what did you think of Jared’s second performance?”

“I think we just witnessed our first Lip Sync stage combat?” The crowd applauded and Jared tipped his hat to the crowd.

“Okay let’s go to the Supernatural guest judges, Jensen, Misha your thoughts?”

“You truly embraced our Texan culture there partner, and like Dean said Bon Jovi rocks on occasion and Jared—that occasion was now!” The crowd cheered and screamed as Jared saluted to his brother.

“I have to agree with what Jensen said, I mean that was probably the best way and probably the only way to do that song and only you could’ve done that Jared, hats off to you partner” Misha tipped his fake hat to Jared and he returned the gesture.

“Alright so (y/n) what did you think did Jared do you proud?” I was speechless at this point.  Everyone laughed included Jared and I finally brought the mic up to my lips and I said.

“I want to say some kind of come-back but I can’t. Not with this song. Like seriously this is my all-time favorite Bon Jovi song and J2 know that, I first heard that song in Scooby Doo 2 and was obsessed with that song and then when we got to actually sing it in an episode that was—Jared well done, amazing job”. I then got off the VIP section and embraced him and he did the same for me.

Everyone awed at us as Jared picked me up and spun me around a few times before removing his black cowboy hat and placing it on top of my head.

“Well Jared Padalecki took us straight to the Wild West as the World’s Most Wanted cowboy, when we come back will (y/n) prove herself worthy of the belt? Followed by the decision of which Winchester wins the LSB belt, we’ll be right back”. “Wanted” came back on over the speakers as the camera came onto both Jared and I and we were both Lip syncing to the song.

After the commercial break, LL stated.

“We’re back with the final performance of the night. It’s been a Supernatural rollercoaster but now it’s time for the youngest Winchester to see what she brought with us to the table to beat her older brother”. The camera came on me and I waved and got my hands into fighting position before it went straight to my other performance.

I was in my dressing room getting ready in the same style of clothes that I have been wearing for almost 12 years of my life.  

I was now in the dance studio practicing the dancing and the choreographer was proclaiming at how well I was doing and when it was over, my entire crew applauded and I high-fived every single one of them.

It now showed me practicing on stage and I was eating a doughnut as I sat beside LL Cool J and I told him.

“Jared’s definitely gonna tap out as soon as he sees my next performance”.

“Oh is he?”

“Yep, in fact I bet he’ll probably leave the room” he then bursted out laughing as I smirked and drank up my water.  As the show would show my dancing my voice came over before filming me in my dressing room, “I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve, it ain’t over till I say it’s over. Jared you might as well give up honey, because this next performance will rock your world”.

(Now I just want u guys to play Jessie J’s part, then skip straight to Ariana’s part, play the first half of the chorus after Ariana’s part, then skip again to Nicki’s part and then just kinda let it play out up until the verse before the last part of the song hopefully you guys got this if not then I’ll try to put up the numbers so that ya’ll can follow along)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cxTdKnW-03Y

The lights soon went on and my song “Bang Bang” by Jessie J ft. Ariana Grande and Nicki Minaj came over the speaker.  But the stage was now decked up almost exactly like the Bunker set we have back at the Vancouver set and my outfit was exactly like Natasha’s.  

For the past few seasons since about 8-9, Natasha went for a red jacket kinda similar to Emma Swan’s on Once Upon a time, jeans, black combat boots, and a simple black short sleeved t-shirt.  She also wore a silver necklace with a single ruby red gem at the center and of course the shirt allowed my anti-possession tattoo to show that stood a bit over my chest.

As I synced to the song, I went a bit crazy and shook my booty sexually trying to mock Jared then I even pulled out a replica prop of Lucille that we teased during the 200th episode.  I walked up towards a desk and I slammed the bat down twice and soon popping out dressed in a female version of Sam was a special guest star to help with the song for Ariana’s part.

Genevieve Padalecki.

Gen came around and the two of us stared Jared down and coyly wagged our finger at him in a ‘come hither’ motion.  And I swear I have never seen Jared’s face look more shocked than seeing his wife help me with my LSB.  

We continued to act like two proud sexy ladies letting the music take us, facing each other and placing a finger to our lips as we synced the shhh then we faced back towards Jared as we both gestured the bad girl line right towards Gen since she did play a demon.

Soon the chorus came and Gen and I danced together as soon coming onto the stage once again was a replica of Baby that Jensen and Misha came in on and as half the chorus was played and Nicki’s part came on, another special guest came on stage all dressed as Female Dean.

Danneel Ackles.

The crowd went insane at seeing both J2 wives up on stage with me dressed head to toe just like their husbands on the show just minus the hair since I wanted this to be a Winchester-Sister parody.  Dani, Gen and I were bouncing around, doing the fist-bump as we jumped backwards just going crazy with Nicki’s rap.

When the rap slowed, like true super models I lead followed by Gen then finally Dani down the catwalk as the three of us strutted the catwalk with our hands at our waists just strutting slowly yet powerful.  When we got down the catwalk we went crazy once again by pop-in-locking our shoulders from side to side before spinning our bodies like a clock at the spelling of Bang.

When Jessie’s solo came on, Dani and Gen went down to the ground as I took center stage and we then raced back and soon my backup dancers who were all dressed up as either demons, angels, werewolves, vampires, or any other monster that was on the show.  

So we did what we Winchesters did best, hunted them down and killed or exorcised them. Once they were take care of, we returned to Baby.

Dani and Gen up on the hood while I literally got right on top of the car and then stood up proudly as the three of us synced the song, I then slide down from the roof right between Gen and Dani on the Hood and we all turned in sync and flipped off Jared and that’s when my song ended.

The room went crazy as I slide off the rest of the Impala and Gen and Dani wrapped their arms around me and we all group hugged.

“Ladies and Gents give a round of applause to DANNEEL ACKLES AND GENEVIEVE PADALECKI!!!!” I cried into the mic.  The girls bowed as I clapped with the audience and LL came up to us and was beyond words.

“The Wayward sisters have made a comeback!” The crowd cheered as I now stood between Gen and Dani and we all turned towards Jared who was now down on the ground completely dead. We were now laughing hysterically as LL said, “Jared? Jared are you alive?”

“This is why you wouldn’t be a part of my Livin La Vida Loca act!?” proclaimed Jared. Gen smiled widely and she said.

“(Y/n) asked me first, and what can I say? I can’t say no to this face” She cupped my chin and I did my puppy dog eyes and she kissed my cheek and wrapped her arms around me.

When she came on the show at season 4 when I was 12, even though my character absolutely hated her guts to no end, I ended up personally falling in love with Gen. I thought she and Jared would make a cute couple someday if they ever got married, and even when I shipped it, Jared even tried to get me to be his wing woman to try and win over Gen. Of course she rejected him till finally she agreed to go out on a date with him, then on that beautiful February day of 2010, I was invited to be one of Gen’s bridesmaids for their wedding.

Around that same time, Jensen also married Dani and the three of us girls became like sisters and soon the rest was history.  I became an aunt to each of their kids and they all called me Auntie (y/n) and pretty soon little Odette will be on her way to calling me that once she gets a little older.

“Jared I am so glad to not be in your spot right now” mentioned Jensen.

“You dodged a bullet baby, I’ll get you when we get home” proclaimed Dani.  The crowd all oohed at Dani’s burn and I fist-bumped her on a job well done.

“Alright ladies please step on up to the VIP or join your husband Mrs. Ackles whichever one you prefer”. Said LL.  I then went up to the VIP with Jared as Gen followed behind me while Dani went up to where Jensen was and we went to a final commercial break.  

I sat beside Jared and he hugged me on a job well done while he brought Gen on his lap and wrapped his arms around her and placed his head on top of her rocking her side to side.

Soon Jared and I were asked to join LL as the belt was now about to be given out and the audience would decide who was the Supernatural LSB Champion.  We were finally back and LL said.

“Welcome back to Lip Sync Battle. The night has been fierce and each of these Winchesters have fought their hardest but now it’s time for the audience to decide, Chrissy are you ready?”

“I am overly ready” she said as she held the one and only LSB belt.  She stood beside Jared first as LL said.

“Is the Lip Sync Battle Supernatural champion Jared Padalecki?” The crowd cheered and he tried to get them to scream louder.  I stood there in place feeling above all nervous of how the outcome would be, I mean don’t get me wrong I had a hell of a time, I’ve always wanted to be on this show and I love Jared to pieces but I really wanted to win this.

“Or is the Lip Sync Battle Supernatural champion (y/n) (l/n)?” For me the audience screamed even louder than Jared’s and I barely did anything.  I raised my arms up in exult as the crowd even began cheering my name.  “And the winner is….. (Y/n) (L/n)!!!” I screamed loudly and covered my mouth overcome with joy as Chrissy strapped the belt around me.

I felt tears coming down my face as I was overwhelmed with emotion right now.

“Talk to us, talk to us (y/n) how’s it feel to be the Champ?” I sniffled and tried to stop myself from crying as the audience awed at me.

“It feels….Oh my god it feel amazing but I thought I wouldn’t win this!” The audience awed again. “But first I would like to thank Jared for being quite the competitor, I had a lot of fun and thank you guys so much this means a lot to me”. I wiped my tears away as I felt Chrissy rub my shoulders and even hug me.

“Jared, even though you lost did you have a good time? How has this experience been for you?”

“It was wonderful I see now why this is (y/n)’s favorite show. I had a hell of a blast and if there was anyone I could lose to, I’m glad it was (y/n) and not Jensen”. Jensen cried out offensively as Jared came up and embraced me and even picked me up and rocked me back and forth.

Soon Jensen, Misha, Gen and Dani came down and joined us as LL took us out and my backup dancers all came out.

“(Y/n) (l/n) proved herself to be the Supernatural Champion, a big thanks to the cast of Supernatural and remember, whatever you do in life….Knock em out the box cell. Knock em out L!” “Bang, Bang” came up on the speakers again and we all were dancing along to the song until we were told that we were off air.

Later that night, Jared, Jensen, Misha, their wives and I were celebrating my victory and Jared soon called out.

“Hears to (y/n) the LSB champion”.

“To (y/n)!” They all proclaimed as their raised their glasses in the air for me and we spent the rest of the night celebrating before the guys and I were to head back to continue filming the rest of Supernatural since our Hiatus break was almost over by this time.

[howmanytuesdaysdidyouhave]

|T h e O n e| Part 1

Overall Summary: Finally, they actually plan on having a female character join the supernatural cast. A long term female is something they haven’t really experienced before.  But here you are, down to earth and prepared.

Chapter Summary: Finally, your agent calls you back! You got the gig! You did it. Finally after a week of waiting you can break into your happy dance and call your parents. You finally were on the official cast member list. Now, just to meet the guys you have heard tons of hype about. Off to Vancouver you go!

Warnings; None in this Chapter?

Word Count : 1583

~ Master List ~

“Y/n? Y/n??” You were in shock. The role you had been trying to get for the last two months. Countless flights to Vancouver and back to your home  in Florida finally made up for something. “How does that sound?” Your agent was on the other line and patiently waiting. She was your best friend, biggest fan, and greatest supporter.

“Sorry…uhm repeat what you just said?” You wanted to make sure you heard her clearly.

“How does being the main female role on CW’s Supernatural sound? “ She said excitedly. You would’ve jumped out of your window if it wouldn’t have killed you.

You were that excited.

“Yes! Yes!!! Yes!!!” You jumped around your small apartment. You could hear your best friend laughing from the other side.

“Alright, alright. Settle down now.” She paused and calmed herself down. “I’ll send you an e-mail with details on Monday. I’d start packing a few things. They are getting ready to film the new season which is when you’ll be introduced. All I know is it’s gonna be in the second episode, but I thought it would be helpful to get to know the cast and crew, and sort out how the move before filming.”

You had agreed. You both exchanged good byes. Sleep did not come easy over the weekend. You mainly spent your time packing, making arrangements for when you were away. Asked a friend to water your cacti and other plants.  

Monday came and there was still no e-mail from your agent. You figured they had changed their minds about casting you. You weren’t that big. Played a few small roles in a few TV shows. The only thing you were really known for was your role in Grey’s Anatomy. Still, you weren’t too well known. Ding you practically jumped over your couch to grab your laptop. The ding, meant an e-mail had come through.

 Hey y/n/n,

Sorry I got this out so late, preparing for the little one has been a lot harder on me than expected. I talked to Robert, he agrees with you meeting the cast before you shoot for the first time with them. So I booked a flight for Wednesday, you ready?

I booked a room for you at the Fairmount Hotel, just give the front desk your name. They’ll have your room, a rental car, and a pool pass ready for you. I booked it for about a month, all expenses paid. Please do not go wild with the food. Kidding!  I added the script as an attachment. Be sure to read through and memorize as

You’ll meet the crew and cast on Thursday and watch them film on Friday and throughout the weekend.

Have Fun! We are so proud of you!!

-          Angela

It was happening, this was happening. You were freaking out.

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Wednesday came, and you barely had time to comprehend this was all happening. Saying your goodbyes and boarding the plane was all a blur and you couldn’t see much into the future either. Everything was moving so fast.  You couldn’t even stay seated in your seat for more than thirty minutes. You probably had annoyed both passenger and staff. “Ma’am, you have to stay seated.” You must’ve heard that twenty times.  The only reason you sat down still, was because the plane was landing.

“Oh honey, just breathe.” The old woman beside you reassured you.

Yeah, grandma. Just “breathe” do you know the stress I am under?? The stress and excitement is not good for my anxiety and the turbulence this plane has been through was not helping grandma.

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You strolled into the Fairmount hotel.  You practically gasped the air out of the lobby. It was gorgeous. Your inner child wanted to drop the suitcase and jump around, dance with the guest to a song you just created.

But no, you stayed still, calmed yourself, and walked up to the counter. “Uhm, Y/n/l/n” You gently tapped your bitten nails on the marble gently.  Your mind went instantly into a haze. What would meeting the cast be like? Do they support new comers? New casts? Would the whole supernatural family support you?

“Ma’am..? Room 45.” The young man handed you a key card, and gave you a gentle smile.  You pulled your head out of your thoughts and thanked him before heading to the elevators.   You swiped your card and stepped inside. The typical-cliché elevator rang into your ears. “Hold the door!” A man yelled from the lobby, involuntarily you placed your foot before the elevator door, stopping it from closing any further. The man entered the elevator, pulling his hat off his head. Leaving it slightly messed.

“Thanks, by the way. ” He finally broke the silence. He held his hat nervously. You swore you tried to reply – but your mouth was dry and your voice was silent. You weren’t that great with strangers. The elevator seemed to go up slower and slower, and slower. “You aren’t gonna scream, are you?” He tried to joke lightly. It caused a small giggle to escape and a shake from your head.

“No…I promise” You finally looked up to him and smiled. “Sorry, I’ve just had a long day…and the next few days are gonna be long-“ Holy shit, this was Jensen Ackles – himself. In the flesh, the hair, the freckles, everything. This was the man you would be working with in just forty-eight hours. “I uhm..” Saved by the bell – literally. The elevator dinged and you practically jumped out before either of you could say anything.  

“Whew.” You sighed and kicked your sneakers off, and plopped on the bed. You didn’t even bother to remove the hair tie from your hair or any of your clothes. You had a long day, you embarrassed yourself in front of your soon-to-be co-star.                          

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“Hey, you must be y/n?” Robert greeted you with a handshake and a smile. You replied with a soft smile and a nod.

“Yeah, that’s me.” You took a deep breath. Listening carefully to the boss, your boss.

He walked you around the whole place. You went through the land of trailers, the beauty room, the lights department, met the camera crew. Everything was so surreal. “And, it’s lunch time now, a perfect time to meet the co-stars. Unfortunately I have a few things to do so I can’t join y’all right now. “ He patted your back “Welcome to the family kiddo” He smiled and left. Leaving you starving, and the smell of barbecue didn’t help. You followed your nose and you were rewarded with a table laid out with barbecued chicken, salad, steaks, and beans. Along with various pops in a cooler.

You chose your choice of food, and you weren’t shy about it. You loved food, and there was no doubt about it. “Hey, I’m Jared. “ A tall man grabbed a water from the cooler just after you had grabbed your drink. You jumped slightly. The man was surely a moose and he scared you. “Sorry…I didn’t mean to startle you” He chuckled and began to introduce himself.

“I’m y/n…sorry. I scare easy” You laughed and joined him at a picnic table. Talking about various things, such as family, roles, some of the house rules and other things. You were soon joined by Misha, who you had worked with before, and then the man from the elevator. Panic Mode Activated. You were instantly embarrassed by absolutely nothing. You hadn’t done anything – except maybe jump out of their like you were traumatized.

After a while, you felt suddenly at home. You didn’t feel the need to eat slower than them or take a sip of your drink in between bites. You felt, like you could eat like you would if you were alone – okay maybe a little bit slower and a lot less messy.

You watched as they worked in joy, they were certainly happy to be here. All of them. I mean of course towards the end Jensen did get a bit moody. But overall, everyone worked well with one another.

By the time to director called cuts for the final time, outside was dark and cool.  You couldn’t believe that tomorrow you would be doing the exact same magic you had just experienced. You didn’t have a trailer yet, so you gathered the little bit you had brought with you and exchanged good byes with some of the crew you saw on the way out.

“Hey! Y/n! Wait up!” You heard the voice of Mr. Ackles call from behind you from a distance. You smiled to yourself. You stopped in your tracks and spun on your heels, turning to face him. “So... elevator girl…” He trailed off, blushing himself. “I’d like to catch a drink with you sometime…You know get to know who the newest cast member and stuff?”

“And stuff?” You raised your eyebrow. Silently you were praying he wasn’t like the boys at home, but on the other hand you didn’t really have time to focus on a relationship right now. Plus, if you started seeing a boy and your mother didn’t know? Boy, would she blow her stacks.

“Like, meeting, and getting to know you...” He babbled, rubbed the back of his head. “I didn’t mean any disrespect, I Swear. My mom raised me better than that.”

You started to walk away and smirked to yourself. “Pick me up at 7 Saturday Night?” You turned around and waited for him to give a subtle nod.

[ifbaconswhatkillsmeiwin]

This Means War

J2M x reader (PLATONIC) (467)

A/N: This is short and crappy but it’s kinda fun so...here it goes lololol

Normalcy wasn’t a thing that was commonly found on the set of Supernatural, everyday was different. However there were a few things that were routine. Such as eating lunch everyday with your best friends Jared, Jensen, and Misha, or your alone time in your trailer in between filming. Those were the little things that kept your life from being too hectic, they were a good way to balance out all the craziness that happens during filming. So while you were laying in bed in your trailer, you expected it to be just another normal moment. Oh boy were you wrong. 

Almost ready to drift off for a quick fifteen minute nap, you were suddenly bothered by an insistent alarm. Like those little shitty alarm clocks that no one actually wanted to own. Looking up from where you sat, you saw a small blue clock, the source of the irritating beeping. It sure as hell wasn’t your clock.  Getting up from your comfortable position you went to turn the stupid thing off. If this was Jared and Jensen’s idea of a prank it was pretty weak sauce so far. Once again, you were wrong about one thing.

As soon as you turned that one off, another alarm from somewhere in the trailer started going off. You silently cursed to yourself, you should have known better. If the boys wanted to prank you they wouldn’t do something so small. You kept finding the stupid clocks all over your trailer, turning off one after another until you assumed you’d gotten all of them. You were aggravated. The boys were going to get it.

Walking out of your trailer you spotted Jensen first. You made your way to him with determined strides, and he had the smuggest grin on his face. “I’d punch you, but that’d ruin your pretty little face of yours.” You scolded. He just laughed and kept snacking on the food he was eating. “This means war you know that right?” “Oh and who are you gonna get on your side for this ‘war’?” you heard Jared’s familiar voice from behind you say “Misha? You know he sucks at pranks.

“What do i suck at” Misha asked while walking up to the three of you

“Pranks” you all retorted in unison. Thinking about it, that may have not been entirely true, but he definitely wasn’t as good as Jared at them. This would be a hell of a fight, but you thought you could pull it off with Misha by your side. “You’ll see boy’s, me and Misha are gonna out prank your asses. That prank right there? It was weak sauce. So be prepared buckaroos, this is gonna be fun.” 

“You guys have got to stop pulling me into this crap” Misha said, shaking his head laughing.

[rowyn-writes]

Mending A Broken Heart (Jared x Reader)

Warnings: SMUT, breeding kink, unprotected sex, (wrap it before you tap it, kids,) oral sex, female receiving, slight praise kink, angst, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of non-con, mentions of cheating, reader has PCOS, fluff, strong language.

Pairings: Jared x Reader

Characters: Jared, Jensen, Danneel, JJ Ackles, Misha (mentioned only)

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: You get a call from you older sister, Danneel, saying that she is in labor. When you arrive, your first niece is being born. You call your soon to be husband to inform him of JJ's birth, only to have a woman answer his phone.

You were on a mission.

You walked with purpose through the hallways of the hospital, not even stopping when a nurse asked if you needed help. You were Y/N Graul. You didn't need help to find your sisters freaking room.

"Ackles." You said, approaching two men. "Padalecki. How's my sister?" Just as the words left your mouth, you heard an ear piercing scream. "That answers that question." You pushed past them and into Danneel's delivery room.

"Ma'am, you can't be in here!" The doctor ordered.

"She's my sister." Danneel waved her off. "She can be here." The mother to be let out another groan of pain. You grabbed her hand, letting Danneel use it to relieve some of her pain. You winced slightly. Your sister had a strong grip.

You didn't understand how women could all over the world could go through this pain. Especially those without epidurals. 

"I want Jensen!" She cried.

You nodded, quickly making your way out into the hall. "Ackles! Get your ass in here!" Jensen gave Jared a scared look before following you inside.

"I'm here, sweetheart." He assured her as he took your place. You hid your smile at brother-in-law's kindness. You and Jensen never got along, mostly because you were so alike. You were both hard headed, but you had a big heart. You'd never say, but you secretly liked him.

"C'mon, Dannie," You encouraged, coming on the other side of her. "You've got this. Push!"

Danneel yelled once more, gripping both of your hands and she tried to push. "No! No, no, no. I can't do this!" She whined.

"You can and you will!" You demanded. "You are Danneel Ackles, you are a badass, powerful woman and you will be a great mother! All you have to do is push!"

"Easier said that done!" Danneel barked, her  auburn hair sticking to her forehead with sweat.

"We're almost there, Mrs. Ackles! One more push!" And with one last scream, and one last push, Danneel fell back on the bed, panting heavily. There was a small cry that pierced through the room, which caused the three adults to look over at the doctor.

"Congratulations," She smiled softly. "You just gave birth to a healthy baby girl."

Danneel and Jensen shared wide smiles as their newborn baby girl was set into their arms. "She's beautiful." Jensen whispered. "She has your eyes."

"She has your nose." Danneel looked over at you, her eyes filled with joy. "Y/N, can you give us a minute?"

"Of course, Dannie." You kissed her forehead. "I'm so happy for you."

You exited the room, only to find Jared pacing back and forth. "How are they? Danneel stopped screaming. Is she okay?" He asked, worry written across his face.

"They're okay. Better than okay, actually. Danneel just became a mother to a beautiful baby girl." You beamed proudly.

Jared let out a relieved laugh as he surged forward to hug you. You stood stiffly in his hold, unsure of what to do. You weren't used to physical affection, as your boyfriend rarely held you anymore. The last time you had been this close to Jared was at Jensen and Danneel's wedding when you both walked down the aisle together.

You slowly wrapped your arms around him, patting his back awkwardly. "Sorry," He apologized sheepishly. "I'm a hugger."

"So I've noticed." You said, stepping away. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some exciting news to share with my family."

You found an empty hallway and began to call every family member you could think of. Gino was first, obviously. You knew how excited he was when he found out Danneel was pregnant. Your parents were next, and then your cousins, aunts, uncles, etc.

You cringed as you looked at the last name on your contacts. Will.

You hadn't been on very good terms as of late. The two of you had been fighting constantly, especially after you found out Danneel was pregnant. You were beyond happy for her and Jensen; they were finally starting the family they had always dreamed about.

Fuck it. You might as well get it over with. It rang three times before it was finally answered. "Hello?" An unfamiliar female voice said.

"Uh, who is this?" You questioned, starting to get defensive. It was four o'clock in the morning in Vermont.

"Lacy," She answered simply.

"And what are you doing with my fiance's phone, Lacy?"

"Who is it, babe?" You heard Will in the background.

"It's your fiance, William. The one that I didn't know you had!" Lacy screamed. "You asshole! I can't believe you cheated! And I can't believe you dragged me into it! We're done!" You felt your throat close up, your eyes began to well up with tears.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. You kept repeating to yourself. This was the happiest day of Jensen and Danneel's life, you couldn't bring them down.

"Y/N, baby, this really isn't what it sounds like." Will claimed after Lacy threw his phone at him. 

"No, Will, I think it's exactly what it sounds like." You whispered harshly. "You cheated. After three years, you cheated on me."

"Well you didn't give me much of a choice, did you?" He growled.

"Excuse me?"

"You haven't let me touch you in almost eight months. What else was I supposed to do? I have needs, Y/N."

"You know why we haven't done anything!" You hissed, tears running down your face. "You know exactly why!"

"Can't you just get over it! God, Y/N, we could always try again!" He yelled.

"Get over it? Get over it?! I lost my baby and you just want me to get over it! I can't just forget about it, Will. I should be having  my baby - our baby - in five weeks. July ninth."

"You know what I mean, Y/N. Of course I don't want you to forget about the baby, but we could always try again! It wasn't the end of the world!"

"Yes, it was, Will! You know how hard it is for me to get pregnant ever since I was diagnosed with PCOS-"

"It always comes back to that! 'Sorry, I can't have sex with you today because I feel bloated,' or 'Sorry I'm acting so down, my depression is bad today.' You use PCOS as an excuse to everything!"

You stayed silent for a moment, trying to calm yourself. "It was never going to work, was it?" You said quietly. "We both want kids, but I can't give you that. I can't give you a lot of things, apparently. When I come back, I want you out of my house. I'm going to be staying with Danneel and Jensen for a while. They're going to need some help with the new baby. It's a girl, just in case you were wondering." You hung up the phone, taking in a shaky breath.

"Son of a bitch!" You wailed as you threw your phone against the wall. You slowly slid to the floor, putting your head in your hands. You tried to quiet your sobs by biting your lip, which only caused your mouth to be filled with a metallic liquid.

Get it together, Y/N. You wiped the tears off your face, trying to calm yourself down. You couldn't believe this was happening. Your sister, your best friend, just gave birth to a healthy daughter. You should be celebrating, not crying over your crappy fiance. Ex fiance. 

You picked yourself off the floor, grabbing your phone as you did so. Of course it was shattered. You quickly went to the bathroom, your puffy face startling you. You splashed cold water on your face, which got rid of it for the most part.

You made your way back to Danneel's room, where the atmosphere was happy and joyful. Something that made your mood lighten just a fraction. "Hey Mama! How are you?"

"Doped up on pain meds," She grinned. "Having a baby really hurts. I knew it would hurt, I mean, I've seen the videos, but damn, that was awful." You laughed as you brushed her hair back.

"What's her name?"

"Justice Jay Ackles." Jensen answered, bringing your niece forward. "JJ for short. Do you want to hold her?"

You nodded eagerly as JJ was set into your arms. She began to fuss a little, reaching out for her father. "Shh, shh." You cooed. "It's okay, sweet JJ. I'm your Auntie Y/N/N. You'll get to meet the others soon enough. They're going to love you, just like your mommy and daddy love you. You are going to have a whole village looking after you, did you know that? Yeah, you have me, your uncle Gino, that's mommy's brother. Then you have your uncle Josh and Aunt Mack, that's your daddy's siblings. Then of course you have Uncle Jared and Misha. Those are daddy's best friends."

Jared and Jensen smiled at you. You were already so in love with JJ. "Danneel's knocked out." Jensen whispered. "The nurse wants to take JJ up to the nursery while she sleeps." You nodded as you handed over the baby. "Alright, I'm gonna go get us some food. You guys want anything?"

"No, I'm good." You shook your head.

"Same." Jared agreed.

And with that, Jensen left you and Jared alone with a sleeping Danneel. You grabbed your phone out of your back pocket and tried to turn it on. Just your luck, the screen stayed black. That's what you get for throwing your phone at the wall.

"What in the hell happened to your phone, Y/N?" Jared questioned.

"It fell out of my pocket." You lied. "I guess I'll have to buy and new one."

"Damn, that sucks." He frowned. You gave a small shrug, not saying much of anything. "Are you okay, Y/N? You don't seem like yourself."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, normally you like to take jabs at me and Jensen. Hell, the only one you really like is Misha. Plus, ever since you came back in the room, you've been frowning and your eyes are still puffy from where I know you've been crying." You felt your heart sink to your stomach. "I know you don't like me very much, or Jensen, for that matter, but we do care. What's wrong?"

You stayed silent for a moment, trying to sort out your words. "I can't say it here. Follow me."

You grabbed Jared by the hand and led him to where the nursery is. You needed something happy to cheer you up.

"Let me start this by saying that I don't hate you or Jensen." You didn't take your eyes off the adorable babies, but your hand was still brushing up against his. "I have known you both for a while now, and I care about you guys. Making jabs and snarky comments is how I show that I care." You could see Jared smiling out of the corner of your eye.

"I called Will this morning to tell him that Danneel had the baby." You saw Jared's smile fade slightly. "A woman answered his phone, and usually I wouldn't think anything of it. I would make an excuse that it's his secretary or assistant, but it was four a.m in Vermont when I called. Her name was Lacy." Your voice cracked.  "And it's my fault!"

"Y/N, it's not your fault-"

"But it is, Jare," You whispered. "It is. I pushed him away for months. Do you know how long it's been? Eight months. It's been eight months, Jared. And Will 'has needs.'"

"That's the dumbest excuse ever." He mumbled.

"This next part. . . I haven't told anyone but Will. Not Danneel, not Gino, not my parents, anyone. So you have to promise not to tell anyone. I'll tell my family once I'm ready, but for now, they don't need to know."

Jared's frown deepened. "I won't say anything, Y/N, I promise. Are you okay?"

"No," You shook your head. "I haven't been okay for a while now." You took a deep breath before continuing. "Last year I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovary Syndrome – PCOS for short."

"Yeah, I've heard of it." Jared said softly, his eyes filled with pity.

"Will and I had been trying so hard for a baby. And when we found out I had PCOS, we stopped. And I was heartbroken. I've wanted to start a family for so long, and to get that news hurt me. And it hurt Will." You felt your hands start to shake.

"One night after I had one too many drinks, I passed out on the couch, and I woke up the next morning in my bed with all my clothes off and Will lying in my bed beside me. I don't know what happened that night, but I know I didn't want it. And four weeks later I found out I was pregnant." Jared's jaw clenched and his eyes held something malicious.

"I didn't care how it happened. I know I should have, but I was just so excited to have a baby. To be a mother. And then when I went to my OBGYN, she told me I had. . . I had a miscarriage."

"Oh, Y/N," Jared said sadly, resting his hand on your shoulder.

"I lost my baby. And I don't know what to do with myself, Jare." You cried. "W-what am I supposed to do?"

You were shaking uncontrollably now, unable to calm down. "That m-might have been my only chance!" Jared swallowed hard as he brought you in for a hug. "I want my baby!" You wailed.

"I know," He whispered as he gripped you tight. "I know, honey. I am so sorry. This is so unfair to you. You deserve so much better than this."

"What if it was my last chance?" You sniffed.

"It wasn't," He assured you as he rocked you back and forth. "There are fertilization treatments, surrogacy, adoption. . . You'll be a mother one day, Y/N, and you'll be the best mother a child could ever ask for."

"Really?" You asked in a small voice, looking up at the tall man. He smiled as he brushed back a piece of your hair and wiped away your tears.

"Really."

You felt your heart beating out of your chest and your breaths quickening. "Jared,"

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me."

He didn't have to be told twice as he leaned down to kiss your lips. He cupped your face with both of his hands, bringing you closer to him. "Mm," He moaned, pulling away. "Not in front of the babies. They're too young to be scarred this way." You laughed as he dragged you away to a bathroom, making sure no one was in there before locking the door.

Jared grabbed you by the waist and gently pushed you against the wall. He wasted no time as he pressed his lips against yours once more. His tongue slid across your lower lip, asking for permission to enter, which you happily granted.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer. Jared put his hand on the back of your thigh, encouraging you to jump. You got the memo as you lifted yourself up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He moved and set you down on the counter.

"Do you want to keep going?" Jared asked, breathless.

"Yes," You nodded, your face flushed. "Please, Jare." He groaned at the nickname.

"I love it when you call me that." He said as he ran kisses down your jaw and to your neck.

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

"And I. . . Love it when. . . You kiss my neck like that." You panted as you began to unbutton Jared's shirt. You ran your hands across his abs and looped your fingers around his belt buckle.

"You are far too overdressed." Jared complained as he tugged at the hem of your shirt.

"Why don't you fix that for me?" You smirked. There was a mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he pulled your shirt off your body.

You covered your stomach as you suddenly felt shy when Jared's eyes raked over your body. He frowned as he pulled your arms away. "Why are you hiding from me?"

"I- I dunno. It's just. . . All the girls you've been with in the past like Gen and Sandra are so beautiful and I look nothing like them -"

"Let me stop you right there," Jared said sternly. "You are gorgeous and incredibly sexy. Don't you dare compare yourself to them, because they could never be as beautiful as you. Don't let any asshole tell you otherwise. Do you understand?" You nodded slowly, fighting off the smile that crept onto your face. "Good, now let's pick up where we left off, shall we?"

Jared pulled down your jeans and tossed them aside, along with your panties. He looked at you like he hadn't eaten in days and you were a four course meal.

He began to trail kisses up your thighs, getting so close to where you wanted him to be only for him to pull away. "Quite being such a tease!" You growled.

Jared have you a smirk. "Yes ma'am." And with that he pulled you forward slightly so you were sitting on the edge of the counter. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before a wave of euphoria hit as you felt Jared's tongue on your clit.

"Oh-" You moaned, only for Jared to cover your mouth with his hand.

"Shh, you wouldn't want anyone to hear, would you?" He questioned. You shook your head, desperate for him to return to where he was. "Be a good girl for me and stay quiet." His kissed you on the mouth before going back to eating you out. You bit your lip in attempts to silence your moans.

"Fuck," You whispered as you leaned your head back. Jared began to tease your hole with his tongue, making you gasp and grab onto his long locks.

You felt warmth spread through your stomach and a familiar coil began to tighten. "Oh, god, Jare, please keep going!" You encouraged him. "I'm so close."

At those words, Jared pulled away abruptly, making you want to cry out. "Sorry babygirl, you can only come when I say you can."

You frowned at his words. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you enjoy it." He winked. Jared began to unbuckle his belt; you could see his growing erection through his jeans. "I don't have a condom." He said defeated. "Are you clean?"

You nodded. "What about you?"

"Yeah, I'm all good." He assured you.

"Then we should be fine, it's not like I can get pregnant anyways."

"You never know." Jared said as he nipped at your neck. As he left love bites on your neck, you began to pull down his jeans, revealing his hardon. You pushed yourself off the counter and got on your knees, only for Jared to pull you back up.

"Not this time, kitten. This is about you, not me."

"But I want to make you feel good." You protested.

"Next time, baby." You smiled at the thought of a next time. He quickly turned you around so you were bent over the counter. "You're so wet." He growled as he grinded against you. "All this for me?"

"Yes, Jare. Only for you." You panted, desperate for his cock.

"Good," He murmured against your neck. "I've been waiting a while for this to happen, there is no way I'm letting it go to waste. Do you still want this?" He questioned, wanting to make sure you were still comfortable with it.

"If you stopped now I might have to kill you." Jared slowly pushed into you, as he didn't want to hurt you. You gasped in surprise; you had never been with someone as big as him. He gave you time to adjust to his size. "Move." You pleaded.

Jared chuckled as he slowly began to thrust into you. He grunted at the feeling of your warmth. "Fuck, Y/N." He moaned. "You're so fucking tight."

He began to pick up speed, which earned a moan from you. Jared put his hand over your mouth to silence your sounds, but you could still hear you skin slapping together.

"Oh, fuck." He growled. "I'm gonna cum. Gonna fill you with my seed, make you all round. God, you'd look so fucking sexy carrying my baby." Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at his words, causing your walls to clench around his dick. "Would you like that, huh? Being so full of my cum that it runs down you legs."

"Oh, fuck yes." You nodded. "Please, Jared, fill me with your cum. Make me carry your child." You begged.

Jared gripped your hips tightly, (definitely leaving bruises) as he rammed into you. You struggled to keep quiet, as all you wanted to do was scream from pleasure. "You're going to look so good filled with my cum." He purred.

"Let me cum with you." You whined, the coil in your stomach was ready to snap.

"I'm so close." He grunted, sweat dotting his brow. "Cum with me, babygirl. Cum." He demanded.

You shuttered as your coil finally snapped and you rode out your orgasm on Jared's dick. He followed soon after you, blowing his load into your womb.

"Holy shit," You muttered. "That was so fucking hot."

"You're telling me." Jared said as he slowly pulled out, making you feel empty. You began to clean yourself up and put your clothes back on.

You both looked a mess; swollen lips, messy hair and to top it all of, hickeys scattered your neck. You reached up on your tip toes to flatten Jared's hair. "At least our hair covers the bruises." You grinned.

"So, what happens next?" Jared questioned.

"I guess that's up to you." You shrugged. "We can either go on a date and see how this plays out, or we can forget this ever happened."

"I don't want to forget." He shook his head. "I don't think I could forget."

"Good," You smiled. "I was hoping you would say that." Jared grinned as he leaned down to kiss you once more.

"I have a really good feeling about this."

[themarvellouswriter]

MOB! SEBASTIAN x TALL! READER

PART V OF THE MASTERPIECE SERIES 

Warnings: Nothing, slight swearing (and family drama?) Word Count: 1.9k Genres: Angst and light fluff. Family drama Notes: We meet the famous Winchesters and the Halins. And like, TJ Hammond is so cute? Like baby? Protect? Yes sir. Yum sir. Also, I’ve made a VERY subtle SPN reference, so if you find it, do share and I’ll give you a shout out!

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You wake up with a smile. Despite not having known Sebastian very long, you were completely enamored by him and his charming personality. You felt him shift beside you. He’d insisted on keeping you company in your room till he’d eventually drifted off and you didn’t have the heart to wake him. You watch his chest rise and fall with each breath. You push his soft hair away from his face. “You should take a picture if you like my face so much,” he said, opening an eye to look at you. You gave him a sly smile. “Maybe I would’ve if someone hadn’t lost my phone.” Sebastian’s face turned pink as he bit his lip. You cooed at him, pushing him out of bed. “We have a meeting with my family. We need to prepare,” you said, getting out of bed. He pouts but then it melts into a coy smile. “Meeting the parents so fast? Someone is eager.” You roll your eyes good - naturedly.  “When you get kidnapped and have a bounty on your head, things do move along rather quickly, don’t they?” He stands up and stretches, revealing a very nice expanse of his abs. Your gaze flickers down, he notices and smirks. “Like what you see?” “Oh yeah, definitely. I could stare at you all day but,” you say with a shrug. “Family matters. Pun intended.” He gives your cheek a chaste kiss which leaves your knees weak and face hot. Simple gestures of affection were much more exhilarating than passionate ones in the heat of the moment. He’s gone by the time you recover and you mentally chide yourself for being so vulnerable around him all the time. You get ready for the day and go downstairs to wait for Sebastian.

You’re dressed in a pair of jeans and an oversized sweater with your favourite heeled boots. Sebastian comes down a few moments later wearing a maroon Henley that makes you sob inwardly at how good he looks. His hair are slightly damp and curling at the ends. He sees you waiting for him and gives you the softest smile that’s ever been directed towards you. [A/N: You know what I’m talking about.] ‘He is about as dangerous as a newborn kitten.’ Suddenly you realise that you’re  towering over him and you inwardly kick yourself for wearing heels. ‘Stupid Y/N, you’re supposed to look small and cute, not like an obnoxious noodle.’ Sebastian is quick to notice the quick shift in your mood. “What’s wrong?” You sigh and say, “It’s the stupid heels I’m wearing. I hate towering over people. Especially people that I like.” He grins. “I like that you’re taller than me. Its incredibly sexy.” He moves closer and closer with each word. “Very, very hot.” He tilts his head to kiss you, catching you by surprise.

“Do you actually like it? Or are you just saying that to pacify me? It wouldn’t be the first time, you know. It’s happened before.” You’re pouting now but you also want to know if your height is a turn on for him. “Trust me. I like you just the way you are. Heels and all,” he whispers, kissing your nose. You scrunch up your face at his actions. “Sap.” “Call me what you want but I never lie.” Despite his reassurances, you’re still slightly self conscious. Noticing your hesitation, he sighs and pulls you in for a bruising kiss that leaves you gasping for air. His hands are tightly gripping your hips, pressing you against him. His tongue is in your mouth and you swoon. He’s an amazing kisser, and seeing him being so passionate about ridding you of your insecurities makes you feel special. One of his hands moves lower to grip your bum and the sudden squeeze has you yelping in his arms. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, embarrassed. He laughs softly and rubs the nape of your neck. “Convinced?” He asks. You let out a muffled ‘yes’ and pull away.

Your face feels warm as you follow him outside and leave his place for the second time in two days. “Am I still kidnapped now that you know who my parents are?” “Only if you want to be,” he grins. “You’re such a courteous kidnapper. Imagine not being kidnapped and going on dates. Magic,” your tone is teasing and his smile widens. “Oh?” “Oh yeah, first date. You torturing a guy and me finding out that I’m on someone’s hit list. Second date in the middle of the night finding out that my entire family is made up of gangsters. Third date, confronting said family about keeping secrets about being gangsters. Isn’t this fun?” “You’re taking this surprisingly well. How?” You shrug. “I honestly have no clue. I’m just trying to survive one day after the other. No point in worrying about something you have no control over.” He looks at you. “What?” “You’re amazing. You’re the most interesting woman I’ve ever met. You’re something different, special. Really special.”

You shyly look away as your house comes into view. You see Sofia leaning against her car parked outside. You get out as Sebastian parks into the driveway. “Hey, Sofia. What’re you doing here?” She looks up and waves as you walk towards her. “Your mum called. She told me to get ready for a family dinner? I mean, we already have the rehearsal dinner tomorrow. Why can’t this wait till then?” You purse your lips. “I found out something about them and now I wanna have nice chat with them. That’s it.” She shrugs. “She wanted me to be with you, so here I am.” She looks over your shoulder. “And you’re with him. Pretty boy Sebastian.” You roll your eyes. “If you’re here. You might as well help prepare for dinner!” Sebastian walks up and greets Sofia, cordially. The three of you go inside and begin preparations.

By the time five o’clock rolls around, everything is ready and Sebastian has changed into a formal suit. This one is steel grey, perfectly complimenting his eyes and you can’t stop staring, as he finishes laying the table. Watching his muscles flex and the cloth stretch along his back. Sofia notices and forces you into wearing a dress. You pout but go along with it, especially when Sofia whispers how Sebastian is unable to keep his eyes off of you. As soon as the clock strikes five, the doorbell rings. You suck in a breath and open the door. You meet the rest of your family’s eyes and quietly let them. You dad enters first followed by your mother, then your oldest brother Dean and his husband Castiel. Sam’s eyes are large and pleading as his fiancée Jessica drags him inside. She shoots you a sad smile and takes her place at the table. There is an older, sharply dressed woman behind them. Sebastian gasps as he sees her. “Mother?” She gives him a frosty smile as she walks  past you and settles down next to your father. “When I said family meeting, I kind of meant my family. No offence,” you murmur against Sebastian’s ear. “None taken. I’m as surprised to see her here as you are,” he whispers back and you both exchange a look. Everyone is settled at the table. You father at the head, with Mrs. Stan and you mother at his sides. Sebastian next to his mother and you next to him and Sofia next to you. Next to your mother is Dean who gives you a subtle reassuring wink, Castiel who looks more interested in the food than the people around him. Sam and Jessica at the end with the latter right next to Sofia. In the back of your mind you vaguely realised that this was the first time your dining table had been properly used.

You swallow and start to speak but your father beats you to it. “Y/N. Be a dear, let’s eat first and then talk.” You nod and begin serving. The meal is tense and it feels like everyone is on edge. Except Castiel who looks virtually unbothered by what’s happening around him. When everyone is nearly finished, your father looks at you. “That was lovely. Thank you.” The rest of the table mutters their agreement. “Now, to more pressing matters.” You feel Sebastian envelope your hand in his and give it a squeeze under the table. You felt warmth flood through you and you met your father’s eyes. “Yes, it is true that we’re the Winchester crime family. And yes, Sam and Dean knew. And all of us decided to keep it from you so that you could you do whatever you want without being associated with us. And this is why Georgeta is here.” He shoots his wife a look. “Look Y/N. Just because we didn’t tell you about this, doesn’t mean that we love you any less. Sam and Dean put up quite a fight when we told them of our decision to not include you. But we all decided it was for the best. To keep you safe and out of trouble.” You bit your lower lip, chewing it between your teeth. “So, everything was a lie? Like you own a pharmaceutical company? And that Dean and Cass are involved with supplying the government with arms? And that Sam is a professor?” “Not everything. The best lies are based on truths,” interjected Dean. “Cass and I supply arms to everyone with the means to pay for them. Sam’s our bookie. Jess is the best defence lawyer in the country. Mum owns many, many pharmaceuticals and dad manages everything.” He looks at you sympathetically. “We just want you safe. Getting involved in this is rough. And none of us want that for you. Plausible deniability in case things ever go sideways.” You swallow and sit up straighter. “If I hadn’t found out, would you ever have told me?” “No.” Its Sam who answers. “Absolutely not. Its too dangerous.” You grit your teeth. “Just for me? Nobody else? Nobody else is prone to doing crazy shit? Nobody else is in danger? How do you think I would feel if something happened to anyone of you? Would I not be devastated?” Your voice is shrill and you feel angry tears prickling your eyes. “You think by keeping me out of the loop you’re keeping me safe but you’re doing the exact opposite! I would never be on my guard because I would never know who my enemies are! I can protect myself, I don’t need any babysitter to keep me safe.” A tear makes its way down your cheek and you feel slightly smug as you notice your family’s rueful expressions.

“Well, this was a lovely meal. But I think we have other things to talk about,” came a heavily accented yet light voice from Sebastian’s mother. “Mama,” mutters Sebastian warningly. “Oh hush Sebastian. We know that little Y/N here more upset by the fact that this was kept a secret rather than  the secret itself.” She looks at you, her mouth curling up into a smile. “Isn’t that right, little one?” You slowly clench and unclench your hands. “Yes it is. I had a right to know.” “And I agree! Secrets between families can tear it apart. This is why I have a proposal for you all. I say that Sebastian and Y/N get married.” The table then exploded into a cacophony indignant noises.

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Marked by Fire (Chapter 5, 1/3)

Chapter 5 - The Devil You Know (Part 1)

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Alina Vaughn (OC)

Summary: Dean Winchester has seen his fair share of trouble. He’s hunted monsters, tangled with demons, and stared down the end of the world more times than he cares to count. But when a job leads him to a black-market dealer with a reputation for selling supernatural artifacts to the highest bidder, he finds himself caught in something far more dangerous than he expected. Alina Vaughn doesn’t do favors. She doesn’t trust easily, doesn’t take unnecessary risks. But when the Winchesters come knocking, looking for an Enochian sigil amulet that shouldn’t even exist, she gets pulled into a game of power, secrets, and dangerous men who don’t take no for an answer. What starts as a business transaction quickly spirals into something bigger—something neither of them can walk away from. Because in this world, knowledge is power, and power is always dangerous. And for Dean Winchester and Alina Vaughn, the real question isn’t just whether they can survive what’s coming. It’s whether they can survive each other.

Tags: slow burn, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, age gap, UST (unresolved sexual tension), unresolved romantic tension, Dean Winchester has feelings (and hates it), angst (sort of)

A/N: Honestly, I don't know what this is. I just know that I needed to get this story out of my head and that it's been literally driving me insane for months. All the names and incidents are fictitious. All the coincidences are accidental.

This will probably take a lot more chapters than I initially planned it to be.

You can find this work on AO3: Marked by Fire

Do NOT copy, steal, or republish my work anywhere. Thank you.

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The scent of red wine and a faint trace of amberwood lingered in the air as Alina moved through her penthouse, her bare feet soundless against the polished marble floors. Outside, the city hummed, the distant flicker of headlights weaving through the dark streets below.

Her laptop sat open on the dining table, the glow of the screen casting a dim reflection across the glass surface. Lines of encrypted messages scrolled past as she skimmed the latest update from her contact in Prague.

Viktor Makarov.

She exhaled, drumming her fingers against the keyboard.

His family had fled Russia nearly a century ago, back when shifting tides of power made exile the only option. They had settled in Czechia, using old money and older secrets to carve out their place in Europe’s underground circles.

But Makarov himself?

He wasn’t just another rich bastard playing collector.

He was deep in the occult world—the kind of man who knew exactly what he was dealing with.

And now, he had the amulet.

Alina’s jaw tightened slightly as she considered her next move.

She wasn’t just dealing with some paranoid hoarder who tucked his treasures behind glass cases. If Makarov had gone after the Enochian amulet, it meant he had a purpose for it.

And that? That was a problem.

She grabbed her phone, tapping out a quick message to one of her Prague contacts.

"Need access to Makarov. Quietly."

She hesitated for a beat, then added—

"Price is not an issue."

Money was never an issue.

She locked the screen and set the phone down beside her wine glass, swirling the deep red liquid before taking a slow sip. The cool night air drifted in from the open balcony doors, carrying the scent of rain and city stone.

She needed to move quickly.

This wasn’t just a job anymore.

It was a race.

He stared down at his phone, scowling.

"V. Makarov. Prague. I’ll handle it."

"Don’t get in my way."

Dean exhaled through his nose, tossing the phone onto the war table. “Yeah, real polite.”

Sam, sitting across from him, raised an eyebrow. “What did she say?”

Dean snorted. “That she’s got it covered. Told us to stay out of her way.”

Sam frowned, flipping open an old lore book. “Makarov… I’ve seen that name before.” He ran a finger down the yellowed pages, pausing on a line of handwritten notes. “His family’s been in the game for generations. Not just collecting, but using. Some of their artifacts have been linked to disappearances, cult activity, even demon deals.”

Dean leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Great. So she’s walking into a nest of freaks with a God-powered trinket in play.”

Sam nodded grimly. “Yeah. And if Makarov has the amulet, there’s a reason for it.”

The older brother sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. Dammit.

“Alright,” he muttered. “Guess we’re heading to Prague.”

Sam hesitated, then slowly shook his head.

Dean narrowed his eyes. “What?”

Sam gave him a look. “Dean. Prague.”

Dean stared at him blankly.

Then realization hit.

“Oh, hell no.”

Sam fought back a smirk. “It’s overseas, Dean. Unless you plan on driving there—”

“I’d rather set myself on fire.”

Sam exhaled, rubbing his temples. “Dean, be rational.”

“I am being rational,” Dean shot back. “Rational is not getting on a metal death tube and flying across the damn ocean.”

Sam sighed. “So what’s the plan, then?”

Dean tapped his fingers against the table, jaw tightening. “We find another way. Contacts, middlemen, something.”

Sam crossed his arms. “And if we can’t?”

Dean exhaled sharply, pushing out of his chair.

“Then we hope like hell that Alina Vaughn doesn’t get herself killed.”

Dean paced the length of the war room, hands on his hips, jaw tight. The idea of just sitting here while Alina walked straight into some occult-obsessed freak’s lair didn’t sit right with him.

It wasn’t about trust—he still wasn’t sure where he stood on that—but there was something about the way she had dismissed them, like she didn’t think they were worth considering, that pissed him off.

Or maybe it wasn’t just that.

Dean huffed, shaking the thought off.

Sam, seated at the table, was flipping through more lore books, but even he looked frustrated. Finally, he sighed and shut one with a thud.

“We need help.”

Dean shot him a look. “Yeah? From who? ‘Cause unless you got a hunter with a teleportation trick up their sleeve, I don’t see how we—”

A gust of wind.

A faint fluttering of wings.

Dean’s shoulders tensed instinctively.

“Hello, Dean.”

Dean let out a long breath through his nose. “Speak of the damn devil.”

Castiel stood a few feet away, trench coat slightly rumpled, his usual unreadable expression in place. His blue eyes flicked between the brothers before settling on Dean.

“You prayed to me.”

The younger brother cleared his throat. “Uh, technically, we didn’t. But you are exactly who we needed, so… convenient timing.”

Cas tilted his head slightly. “I was already on my way. I could feel Dean’s frustration.”

Dean scowled. “Yeah, well, next time, knock.”

The angel ignored him. “What’s going on?”

Sam stood, grabbing a folder and handing it to him. “We’re dealing with an artifact. Enochian. An amulet that’s supposedly in the hands of a guy named Viktor Makarov.”

Cas took the folder, scanning it with an unreadable expression. “Makarov,” he repeated. “I know that name.”

Dean crossed his arms. “Of course you do.”

The angel glanced up. “His family has been collecting powerful objects for generations. Some of their artifacts date back to the early days of Heaven’s influence on Earth. They’ve avoided direct conflict with angels, but their interest in Enochian relics is… concerning.”

“Great. So they’re not just hoarding dangerous crap, they know exactly what they have.” Dean’s jaw tightened.

Cas nodded. “Yes. And that makes them more dangerous than most.”

Sam ran a hand through his hair. “Alina’s already on her way to Prague. She thinks she can handle this alone, but if Makarov has that amulet, we have no idea what he could do with it.”

Cas frowned slightly. “You’re worried about her.”

Dean opened his mouth, then shut it. His jaw worked for a second before he huffed, rubbing a hand down his face. “I’m worried about the damn amulet.”

Cas didn’t look convinced.

Dean ignored it. “Point is, we can’t just sit here. And since I’m not flying my ass to Prague—”

The angel gave him a blank stare. “Yes, I recall your… fear.”

He pointed a finger at him. “It’s not fear, Cas. It’s common freakin’ sense.”

Cas blinked. “Right.”

“Can you get to her?” Sam sighed.

Castiel considered for a moment, then nodded. “Yes. But she may not appreciate my interference.”

Dean scoffed. “Yeah, well, that makes two of us.”

“Then why do you want me to intervene?” Cas said, tilting his head.

Dean exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Because she’s walking into a mess she doesn’t fully understand. She’s good, I’ll give her that, but Makarov isn’t some two-bit dealer. He’s playing a different game. And if she underestimates him…”

Sam finished for him. “She won’t walk out.”

Cas studied them both for a moment, then gave a slow nod. “I’ll go.”

Dean pointed at him. “And Cas—”

Cas glanced back.

Dean’s voice was firm. “Keep her alive.”

Cas’s expression remained unreadable, but there was something like understanding in his gaze.

Then, with a shift of air and the faint sound of rustling wings—he was gone.

Dean exhaled, gripping the edge of the table.

Sam gave him a knowing look. “You sure it’s just about the amulet?”

Dean scowled, grabbing his beer. “Shut up, Sam.”

Prague

The air was cool and damp as Alina stepped onto the cobblestone street, her sharp gaze flicking over the elegant facades of old townhouses, their intricate stonework softened by time. The city was beautiful, timeless—and full of ghosts.

A black Mercedes idled near the curb, waiting. The driver, a man in his fifties with a thick Czech accent and an even thicker air of suspicion, had barely spoken since picking her up at the airport. That was fine. She wasn’t here to make friends.

She adjusted the collar of her long wool coat, tugging her gloves tighter before sliding into the backseat.

“Take me to the estate,” she murmured in Czech.

The driver didn’t acknowledge her beyond pressing the accelerator.

Makarov’s people were careful. 

Good.

So was she.

As the car moved through the winding streets of Prague’s old quarter, Alina’s fingers drummed lightly against her thigh. She wasn’t nervous—not exactly—but she didn’t like walking into situations blind.

Makarov had agreed to meet her, which meant he was already curious.

Curiosity could be an advantage.

Or it could be a very, very big problem.

She exhaled through her nose, rolling her shoulders. Whatever this was, she’d handle it. She always did.

Dean had been sitting still for exactly four minutes before he got tired of it.

He stood abruptly, pacing near the war table, scowling at nothing in particular.

Sam barely glanced up from his laptop. “You’re gonna wear a hole in the floor.”

Dean ignored him.

Sam sighed, typing something into a search engine before continuing. “Cas will handle it.”

The older Winchester snorted. “Yeah? Like how he handled Rowena’s spell going haywire? Or that time he got his ass handed to him by Metatron? Forgive me if I’m not exactly feeling the warm and fuzzies here, Sammy.”

Sam gave him a look. “You trust him with everything else.”

Dean’s jaw ticked. “This is different.”

Sam closed his laptop. “Because it’s Alina?”

Dean didn’t answer right away.

Because the real answer?

It was messy.

She wasn’t their problem. Not really. She wasn’t family, wasn’t some lost hunter they had picked up along the way. She was a wildcard, a self-serving, pain-in-the-ass thief who played by her own rules.

And yet—

Dean dragged a hand down his face, exhaling sharply.

“She doesn’t get how bad this could go.”

Sam was quiet for a moment, then nodded. “Maybe. But she’s not stupid.”

Dean muttered under his breath. “Yeah, well, that makes one of us.”

The younger brother huffed a quiet laugh, but his expression was thoughtful.

Dean turned, bracing his hands against the edge of the table. “Cas better haul ass. ‘Cause if she gets herself killed before we even figure out what this thing does, I’m gonna be pissed.”

Sam smirked slightly. “So, just about the job then?”

He shot him a glare. “I will throw something at you.”

Sam just chuckled, shaking his head.

Dean grumbled something about ‘smart-ass little brothers’ and grabbed another beer.

The waiting game sucked.

Prague - Makarov's Estate 

The Mercedes came to a slow stop outside a sprawling estate, its gothic architecture looming against the evening sky. Tall iron gates framed the entrance, flanked by stone gargoyles that had long since lost their faces to time.

Alina tilted her head slightly, taking it in.

Dramatic bastard.

The driver remained silent as he opened the door for her.

She stepped out, smoothing a hand down her coat before nodding once. “Stay here.”

If things went bad, she’d need a quick exit.

She adjusted the strap of her handbag—a Bulgari Serpenti Forever, a calculated choice—and walked toward the entrance.

Two men in tailored suits and very obvious firearms stood by the doors, watching her approach.

She didn’t break stride.

One of them, a blond with sharp Slavic features, stepped forward. “Miss Vaughn.”

She arched a brow. “Makarov’s expecting me.”

The man nodded once, pulling the heavy doors open.

Inside, the estate was just as she had imagined—dark wood paneling, high ceilings, oil paintings that probably cost more than most people’s houses. The scent of old books and something faintly metallic lingered in the air.

A collector’s home.

She was led through a grand hallway, past a sitting room where an ornate fireplace crackled softly.

Then, into an office.

Makarov stood behind a heavy mahogany desk, flipping through an ancient-looking tome. He was in his sixties, silver-haired but still broad-shouldered, his presence commanding without effort.

His sharp eyes lifted to hers.

“Miss Vaughn,” he greeted smoothly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Alina smiled, slow and easy.

“Business, of course.”

Makarov gestured to the chair across from him. “Then by all means, let’s talk.”

She settled in, crossing one leg over the other, her gaze flickering briefly to the bookshelves behind him. A display case stood in the corner—several relics carefully arranged within.

And there—hanging from a delicate iron stand—was the amulet.

Bingo.

She turned back to Makarov, her expression unreadable.

This just got a hell of a lot more interesting.

chapter 5 is officially my 13th reason at this point since it will be split into 3 parts cuz this shit is LONG

not sure what frustrates me more, the initial idea to show how similar these two are despite being from completely different worlds or the plot itself

btw this work is heavy Maneskin-coded, they've been on repeat since chapter 1 so feel free to listen to their rush! album while reading to get the vibe

anyways, whiny time is over, will be forever grateful for feedback ೀ