#jensen ackles I'm under your bed

[drulalovescas]

"Why isn't it Samstiel?"

Jared: Sam has better taste.

Jensen: DEAN HAS NO TASTE, CLEARLY.

What do you mean, Jensen?? WHAT DO YOU, MEAN?????!!!!

[connielovescas]

[yoonnamjin25]

I HATE the writers for make me hate Sam so much in S8-A like this is my fourth rewatch and as hard as I try (and I really am trying hard as fuck) I cannot understand his mindset, decisions, actions, nothing. The storyline they gave him here is just so annoying & boring sigh srsly who hated Sam in that writer room?! Coz that's not Sam AT ALL Truly believe y'all are going to hell for ruining my baby's character for the entirety of half a season just for funsies istg like Jared, hun, I feel you, baby. That Amelia/Sam storyline was just tiring af. And that hate/jealousy he had for Benny? Irritating to say the least. So OOC is actually PAINFUL to watch.

[aerialworms]

...would you fuck a clone of yourself?

Happy Birthday old man! Let me make fun of you!

I couldn’t decide which answer to give him in my last post so I gave him them all <3

+ Jackles bonus because that man is as deranged about Dean as I am:

(Image IDs (and episode IDs!) under cut)

[Image ID: Answers from the Buzzfeed quiz “Would you fuck a clone of yourself” meme edited over screenshots of Dean Winchester from various episodes of Supernatural.

1. 16 year old Dean from 9.07 Bad Boys looks confused and answers “I don't want to fuck my clone because it would be gay sex and I'm not gay.”

2. 18 year old Dean from 4.13 After School Special smirks and answers “I'm not gay, but I would actually totally fuck my clone”

3. 1.01 Pilot Dean stands in Sam’s apartment, smirking self-consciously, next to Sam, who looks disappointed with him. He continues the previous answer: “because I want to know if I'm good in bed.”

4.  Dean Smith, at his desk in 4.17 It’s a Terrible Life, looking concerned, answers “I'm gay, but I still don't want to fuck my clone, that's gross and weird.”

5. 8.17 Goodbye Stranger Dean sits at the map table in the Bunker and reads a porn magazine. He answers without looking up “It's basically the same as masturbating, right? So no big deal.”

6. Alternate Universe HunterCorp Dean from 15.13 Destiny’s Child sits on the other side of the map table in the Bunker. Looking bewildered, he answers “It’s not the same as masturbating; it'd be like having sex with your twin. Wrong and bad!

7. Dean, handcuffed on the floor in Endverse Dean’s cabin in 5.04 The End, tells his alternate self “I'd totally do all sorts of weird things to my clone I'd be embarrassed to ask someone else to do.”

8. In the same scene, Endverse Dean holds up his assault rifle and answers “I don’t want to fuck my clone because my self-loathing is THAT strong.”

9. Dean, completely under the memory curse in 12.11 Regarding Dean, says with wide eyes “I would not have sex with my clone because what if my clone is evil.”

10. Demon Dean in 10.01 Black, reclining naked in bed, makes a funny face and gestures cheekily as he answers “Not only would I have sex with my clone, I'd probably make a bunch of clones and just get it on with all of them at once because that's how pro-clone fucking I am.”

11. The bonus image. Dean, in Jensen Ackles’ trailer in 6.15 The French Mistake, holds up a fan magazine with Jensen and Jared on the front. He looks absolutely done. The box containing the quiz answer has been edited to look like a speech bubble coming from Jensen’s mouth on the magazine. It reads “To be honest, fucking my clone has always been my fantasy.”

All the images have been watermarked with the poster’s url “@aerialworms”. /End ID]

[jackles010378]

Its All About You.

(Jensen Ackles x You)

You plan a special evening for Jensen's birthday, one where you take control....

Y/n had been planning something special for Jensen's birthday for weeks, and tonight was the night she planned to give him a night he would never forget. She had never been one to take charge in the bedroom, but tonight she had something extra special in mind.

As Jensen arrived home from work, he was greeted by a trail of rose petals leading him to the bedroom. Curious and excited, he followed the path to find Y/n standing in the doorway, dressed in silky lingerie that left little to the imagination.

"Happy Birthday, Jensen," she purred, her voice sending shivers down his spine. "I'm going to take charge, and I want you to just sit back, relax, and enjoy. Its all about you tonight. For your pleasure"

Jensen's eyes widened in surprise and anticipation as Y/n slowly walked towards him, pushing him down onto the bed. She began to take control, teasing and tantalizing him in ways he had never experienced before. Her confidence and assertiveness were incredibly alluring, and Jensen was completely under her spell.

The night was filled with passion, desire, and an intensity that left them both breathless. Y/n explored every inch of Jensen's body, making him feel worshipped and desired in a way he had never felt before. She took charge in ways that drove him wild, pushing both of them to new heights of pleasure.

As the night came to a close, Jensen lay in bed, completely spent and utterly satisfied. Y/n curled up next to him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"I hope you enjoyed your birthday surprise," she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Jensen pulled her close, his heart full of love and gratitude for the incredible night they had shared. "That was more than I could have ever imagined," he admitted, his voice filled with awe.

And as they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, Jensen knew that he would never forget this night - the night Y/n took charge in the bedroom and gave him a birthday he would remember for the rest of his life.

TAGLIST: @k-slla @cevansbaby-dove @kaleldobrev @janineb86 @deans-daydream @alternativeprincess94 @nescavaneck @angelbabyyy99

[k-slla]

Always and forever

A/N: I'm almost finished with my first bingo card- honestly can't believe it! Only one more square after this :)

Square filled for @jacklesversebingo : "You told me you were okay! You promised!" Will be in bold

Warnings: loss of a child, grieving, attempted suicide, lots of angst, survivor's guilt, car accident (mentioned only)

A/N2: I can only imagine the pain of having to bury your child, but losing a loved one in car accident because of a drunk driver is unfortunately far too familiar to me. Don't drink and drive.

W/C: ~2k | My Masterlist

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

All mistakes are mine. Reblogs/Likes/Comments always appreciated!

Never would have you imagined that loss of your child is something you'd ever have to go through. You wouldn't wish this upon anyone.

You and Jensen were standing now at the open door of the funeral home, with you cramped up to his hand, unable to move. Guilt, pain, shame, anger and all other negative emotions that come with grief, were crushing you from the inside. Jensen saw you struggling and pulled you against him, keeping you close. “We have to go inside. They're waiting for us.”

You didn't even bother to try and keep your tears at bay.

“I know, but..I c-can’t.. I can't move.” You looked up at your husband, who was sharing your pain, and tried his best to ease from the guilt and shame that had overcome you. He pressed his lips softly to your forehead, whispering. “I know..baby, I know, but I am here with you. Always and forever.” You felt a warm tear running down his cheek against yours.

“I just need a little more time. Little more before I say goodbye to her.” You hid your face into his neck. He hugged you tight as both of you stood still in the brisk autumn air.

You remember clearly the day you held her for the first time. As if you could ever forget that. You never believed those talks about how after giving birth you immediately forget everything after you see your baby. You never believed it to be true. How would it be possible to forget the physical pain so easily? But when you finally saw your tiny baby girl, you didn't think of the pain you went through, all that was occupying your mind was just how incredibly beautiful she was.

“Do you have a name for her yet?” Nurse next to you asked Jensen while you were still admiring the little bundle in your arms. “Aspen. Aspen Joelle Ackles.” he whispered and lightly dried his eyes from the tears. “Welcome to the world, baby Aspen.” The nurse smiled.

You laid in the bed, tired, but still smiling at Jensen when you saw him holding your daughter in his arms for skin-on-skin contact, beaming from happiness.

Both you and Jensen got used to your new roles as parents quickly. He still had to return to filming the show, but you weren't alone and he was home every weekend like clockwork. For five years your lives were perfect, until the accident that broke your little family.

He hugged you tight for the last time, and from the corner of your eye you saw all your friends and family waiting for you and Jensen to join the memorial service for your daughter. With your head held down, you walked into the room side by side with him. The silence in there was deafening, as everyone patiently waited for you to sit down.

A quick glance at the casket in the middle of the room made it almost impossible for you to keep your sobs under control. It was just heartbreakingly small.

Life is full of all kinds of twists and turns, you knew that, but it was just unfair how in the game of life and death, Aspen was the one to lose and the drunk driver responsible for your car accident was able to walk away unharmed. You just couldn't accept it. But it seemed that it was like this most of the time with these situations.

Innocent souls always seemed to be the ones who lost.

The memorial went by with your mind being completely fogged up. Both of your parents said a few words on your behalf, to make it a little bit easier for you, but you couldn't register anything they said. You were just focused on Jensen next to you, tightly holding onto your hands. One by one your closer family started saying their goodbyes to Aspen. You wanted to be left alone in there with Jensen for yours, because even now you were just barely holding on.

A week was all that was possible for Jensen to get off from work for the funeral. A week. Then he had to return to Vancouver for filming. Your parents were visiting almost daily, but you wished they’d rather leave you alone. Only person you needed for comfort was your husband and he had to work. You actually encouraged him to go work. He offered to stay with you, no matter the consequences, but you couldn't do that to him. You knew what it meant for him to be able to work on the show. And working has always eased his mind from anything, so you hoped it would make grieving a little easier for him too.

Each day you could feel the guilt starting to slowly eat you up more, and depression began to deepen its roots inside you. All day and night, your mind was always racing with the possibilities of different outcomes. What if?

What if you would've told Jensen to take a taxi home from the airport? What if you would've waited five more minutes at home before leaving to pick him up? What if you would've left five minutes earlier? Would any of this have changed anything? Would your daughter be still alive? All of this was playing in your head like a broken record, but you'd never know.

Day by day, everything started to get even more overwhelming. Eating. Getting out of bed. You were either sleeping all day or you weren't sleeping at all. All those small every day motions. It was all too much. But you still didn't look for help. You couldn't admit to anyone that you needed it, not even Jensen. On the outside, with each passing day, your smile was growing. On the inside, you felt nothing other than the guilt of you surviving the accident instead of your daughter. It got too painful for you to even exist, so you were looking for an easy way out.

Jensen didn't talk to you at all, when he visited you in the hospital, but you were still glad that he even came. Even if he just sat there beside your bed, you saw how he was barely keeping himself together each time he glanced at you. Slightly sniffling, but still silent. Past few months have not been kind to either of you. Worry, grief, pain- everything had left their mark, aging you more than they should have. While there wasn't a point to try to come up with excuses for yourself, you still felt like you had to say something. “I'm sorry, Jensen.” Your voice was barely above whisper. It wouldn't make anything better, but it was all you managed to say.

You saw that his green eyes were full of hurt and betrayal when he got up from the chair, not even acknowledging your apology. “I have to speak to your doctor.”

You were kept in hospital for a few days, under “observation”. In other words - to make sure you were mentally stable enough that you wouldn't try to take your life again. You knew that even if they'd let you home sooner, Jensen wouldn't leave your side. Even now he only left the hospital for an hour or so every day, the rest of the time he sat in the chair by your bed, even slept in it. But now he had come home for a longer time to be with you, as the filming for the season had ended.

When you were finally let home, the drive there was again in deafening silence. You noticed him fidgeting nervously with the steering wheel. As soon as you got home, you just planted yourself onto the sofa in the living room. Jensen joined you a moment later and both of you sat there for a while without speaking. Time seemed to move so slowly.

He finally moved a little bit closer to you, but didn't look at you when he started speaking. “Why?” His voice was completely broken, as was he himself too. “Why did you do this, Y/N?” You turned to take a closer look at him. The lines around his eyes were now more prominent than they used to. His beard was also longer than he usually kept. The overall look of him was just like there was only a shell left of the man he used to be.

“I-I just didn't want to be here without you anymore.” You finally managed to whisper. “It was too much for me.”

You couldn't turn your eyes away from him, and at last he met your gaze, his eyes seemed to be full of even more pain than before.

“Why did you let me leave then?" He asked quietly. "I told you I'd stay with you.”

“I knew you'd feel better when you'd be away from here, working. I didn't want to be the reason to keep you here.”

He scoffed. “So you opted for suicide instead of calling me home? Instead of talking to me? I'm your husband. You know I would've left anything behind for you in a heartbeat. Always, sweetheart.”

“You would've probably been fired.”

“I don't care about that! I care about you! I only left because you told me to! I asked you to come with me.” He tried to get his voice under control, not to be yelling at you, but it was without success. “You told me you were okay! You promised!” He paced around in the living room, trying to calm down.

Your voice didn't fail to match his tone. “How could I ever be okay? I lost my daughter. I will never be okay with that!”

“I lost her too. I lost my baby too.” He came to kneel in front of you.

Both you were broken, crying, letting out emotions you had kept in for so long, desperately seeking consolation from one another. “No one will ever ask us to be okay with losing her. We just have to be there for each other, but you almost left me completely alone..” he reached his hand out for your cheek. “I was so close to losing you too, do you even realize that? When I got the call, I..” he couldn't finish his sentence. You finally saw what you would've left behind if your attempt would've been successful. Your parents would've had to bury their daughter, just as you did. Jensen would've buried his daughter and wife in a span of short six months. The thought of that made you broke down again.

“I'm sorry, Jensen.” You felt the wall that kept your emotions at bay, crumble at your feet. “It's just- I feel guilty..for the accident.” You were now sobbing hard as Jensen sat next to you again. “I should’ve taken some other route or anything. I should've done something. I feel like it's all my fault.”

He pulled you up into his lap before closing his arms around you. “It was not your fault, Y/N..It was not, and you wouldn't have been able to stop it.” he sighed. You let him hold you tight and rested your head onto his shoulder. “It's hard for me to believe that.” You sniffled.

“I know I haven't been home a lot, but when was the last time you visited AJ's grave?” Jensen asked softly. You took a little time to think. You realized it had been way too long. “I can't remember.” You answered him. “I just couldn't go there alone.” You had to admit with a heavy heart.

“Let's go there together then, hm?” You only nodded against his chest.

“Honey, please look at me for a second.” He begged gently. “Please promise me that you'll never push your emotions down, because you think that would make me feel better. I never want you to feel like you have to keep your feelings in because of what would be better for me. Never. I will always be here for you. Always, because that's what I promised to you.”

You locked eyes with him and gave your promise to Jensen, as you made him promise the same to you. You were in this together, you will heal together. It wouldn't happen in a blink of an eye, but eventually you knew it would get easier. It just had to. You just had to be there for him, like he always stood beside you.

Always and forever.

Taglist (always open): @jackles010378 @cevansbaby-dove @deanwinchestersgirl87 @il0vebeingdelulu @alternativeprincess94 @suckitands33 @nescavaneck

[pickledpascal]

Staring Into the Blue

Pairing: Beau Arlen and Surrogate Daughter OC (Andi)

Warnings: self-worth issues, emotional hurt/comfort, andi has daddy issues and is hating life a little

A/N: i made this when i was half delirious/asleep and started thinking of my own relationship with my parents sooooo yeah... have fun with this one lol

Word Count: 2.2k

Jensen Ackles Masterlist

Beau was new to this whole thing. As was Andi.

Andi was a nineteen-year-old girl who, for all intents and purposes, was Beau’s surrogate daughter. Emily still had a place in his heart, and always would, but Andi was… a special case. 

They had met when she was eighteen, freshly in college, and had one too many drinks one night which landed her in detainment, and ultimately had a talk with the sheriff. Being intoxicated, Beau’s initial rant about her needing to take better care of herself and how underage drinking was bad was undermined by Andi spilling her guts to him. Metaphorically speaking.

Andi didn't have parents. At least, not ones who cared about her all that much. As soon as she turned eighteen, they promptly threw her out of the house. Sure they had helped her get into college but they didn't care what happened after. Glad to get her out. 

So Beau took her in. Gave her a home. Loved her.

It was all so much for Andi. And made her think about her real parents. How happy they were without her. How happy they were not acknowledging they kicked their child out of their house to fend for herself just to be picked up and loved by a stranger. Beau didn't know her parents—he wasn't her honorary uncle or even a real uncle. He was the sheriff of Helena and a pretty good one at that. 

It took a while but Beau convinced Andi to live with him instead of the housing on campus. A month or so into Andi’s hopefully permanent stay at Beau’s house—he upgraded from the airstream but it was parked in his yard—it was nearly midnight when he woke up to soft music filtering into his room. Beau ran a hand through his hair and screwed his eyes shut for a moment before he sat up. That had to be Andi. And he felt compelled to check in on her.

Beau left his room and made his way to Andi’s, the music getting louder with each step he took. Which made him more and more concerned. 

I waited ages to see you there

I search the party of better bodies

Just to learn that you never cared

You're on your own, kid

You always have been

Just outside her door, Beau heard the faint noise of sniffling. Andi had been crying. His heart sunk in his chest. He knocked on the door. No answer. Beau pursed his lips as he turned the door handle. The sight behind it made his heart ache. 

Under the low light of Andi’s blue fairy lights was her, sobbing on the floor as she hugged her knees to her chest. Her glasses were abandoned on her bed with teardrop marks on the lenses. 

I see the great escape

So long, Daisy May

I picked the petals, he loves me not

Something different bloomed

Writing in my room

I play my songs in the parking lot

I'll run away

Beau rushed to be by her side, cradling her head as it lay on his chest. He set his chin on top of her head, rubbing her shoulder to try and soothe her. It seemed the tears rushed faster as he did. “I gotcha, I gotcha. It's okay.” He shushed softly. 

Andi clung onto Beau like a lifeline, crying into his chest and getting tears on his shirt. He didn't care. He wanted Andi to be okay. And if that meant he had to hold onto her like this then he didn't care. 

He petted her hair and pressed a kiss against her forehead. “It's alright. I'm here.” Beau resisted the urge to cry too. He had never seen Andi like this before, even when they met. “Please tell me what's wrong.” Beau insisted softly, pulling Andi away from him for a moment. Her skin felt cold. He didn't like this. 

Andi sniffled, rubbing her eyes. “I…” She wanted to. She really did, but it was hard. 

“You know me, sweetheart, I'm not gonna judge. Okay?” Beau cupped Andi’s cheek. He could sense she was hesitant. Their relationship was fresh but Andi trusted him enough with other stuff. Enough to live with him. 

A new wave of tears rolled down Andi’s cheeks. “I know.” Her voice was small. Her eyes screwed shut as a sad smile crossed her face. “God, I wish my real parents were like you.” She admitted with a harbored breath. “My dad especially. I-I don't understand what I did wrong. What I did to deserve what they did to me. Was I not enough? Was it because I was a girl? He and my brothers were fine. He-He never–” A choked sob escaped her. 

Beau frowned, pulling her back into his chest. He closed his eyes as he drew in a deep breath. 

“He never told me loved me.” Andi cried into his chest, voice muffled. “Never told me he was proud of me. I-I don't understand. He's my dad, i-isn’t he supposed to love me? That's his job.” 

Beau felt a few tears stinging his eyes as well. He couldn't imagine being that type of person. That type of father. He loved Emily so much it hurt sometimes. Andi too. To be the type of father to, quite frankly, never pay attention to his child was an alien concept to him. One that was very much real. And one that saddened Beau. 

He squeezed Andi tighter and pulled her into his lap. She was heavier than what he was used to but it didn't matter. What mattered was comforting her as much as possible. He didn't know if he could ever change her mind about her self-worth, at least, not in the moment. But this kind of touch would help. He hoped it would. 

After a while, Andi’s tears died down and Beau brushed away the hairs from her face. He even wiped some tears away. “I know I can't… just replace your dad, as unfortunate as that sounds. You had eighteen years with him. That won't just disappear. But I can try to help ease some of that pain, show you what a real parent should be like.” Beau whispered softly. “I love you as I would my own daughter. I'll be so proud of you at your concert next week, I'll clap and cheer so loud they might have to kick me out. I love you.”

Andi sniffled. The words meant so much to her and she knew Beau was telling the truth. He had a record to back it up. He never missed one of her recitals, a soccer game she had, or an event she really wanted to go to. 

Before she ever moved in, Beau was Andi’s plus one to a lot of things. A chaperone in some sense but Beau just loved seeing her smile. They went to a few markets around the city with her college friends, saw quite a few movies in his airstream, and—at the end of the day—he would always give her a warm hug and a kiss on the forehead. 

“I love you too.” Andi breathed. It was the first time she'd said it back.

Beau had a habit of slipping it behind a sentence or saying it when they said goodbye. Andi didn't mind. She liked hearing it. But she had never said it back or even said it first. Beau was okay with that. He wanted to earn it. 

And he did. 

It was bittersweet, though. He was glad but his heart still ached. All he wanted was to take all that hurt from Andi and throw it in a locked box somewhere. Maybe throw that into the depths of the ocean. But he couldn’t. And it pained him that he couldn't. Andi didn't deserve those sorry excuses of parents. And maybe she didn't deserve Beau either but he was going to try. 

Beau hugged her close, closing his eyes as he rocked her side to side. Andi wrapped her arms around Beau’s torso. Her breathing calmed as she nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck. 

It was silent for a while, her music had died down a while ago into a soft instrumental. “Sweetheart?” Beau asked softly. He had a small, but hopefully effective, idea 

“Hm?” Andi hummed. She felt a little better hence the crying stopped but there was still an emptiness in her chest.

“Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?” Beau knew it was a tactic mostly used for little kids. Where if he could squeeze her tight enough that would make everything better. But Andi was legally an adult so he wasn't completely sure.

Andi bit the inside of her lip and drew in a small breath. Her parents didn't do this when she was sad. Hell, her parents barely even noticed when she was sad. She simply nodded.

Beau lifted the covers over Andi before he got in bed next to her. She held onto Beau. He quickly did the same. 

Andi was an adult. But not really. She was a child who had never felt like she had any real comfort in her life until Beau came along. Andi wasn't even sure she could pinpoint a time she was genuinely happy in a while. Physical comfort didn't fix everything but it sure helped a lot. She didn't get that much as a child but she did now.

Beau was so affectionate that it almost made Andi cry. Small things like a touch on her shoulder as he left or a kiss on her forehead. Hell, a simple thumbs-up while she was on stage made Andi feel so warm. And so loved.

That was part of the reason this whole mess started in the first place. Andi loved Beau and wouldn't trade him for the world but a part of her wondered why her father couldn't be like him so she didn't need to have Beau in the first place. Why couldn't he be the type of father that supported his child? Who made it known that he was proud of her every day even if it could be a little embarrassing? Who hugged her every single time they met after they were apart? 

Beau rubbed Andi’s back, playing with her hair. He found that it calmed her after a while. “I can stay home tomorrow. We can watch Book of Life, make fresh brownies, and have ‘em with ice cream.” He suggested softly. 

Book of Life was her favorite movie. And warm brownies with vanilla ice cream was one of her comfort foods. She didn't eat it often. 

“Okay,” Andi mumbled, a soft smile making its way onto her lips. “I would be a sorry excuse for an older sister.” 

Beau’s eyebrows furrowed. “What makes you say that?” 

Emily and Andi knew of each other but they hadn't quite met yet since Emily still lived with Carla in Texas and she hadn't made her way up to Montana to see her father in a while. He knew adoption was off the table but he was as close to a father as Andi could have, ultimately making her family. And making her and Emily sisters. 

Andi shook her head. “Forget I said that.” Beau pursed his lips, glancing down at her. She let out a breath through her nose. “I just… I'm the youngest in my family anyway and—I dunno—I don't feel right. I guess. I'm not a role model. I'm not–”

“I think you are.” Beau cut in. He hated when Andi talked bad about herself which unfortunately happened a lot. “You have your hands in a lot of different clubs, you excel in your classes, and you fight for what's right.” Beau hugged Andi close. “We can work on it feeling right but… You're a far better role model than me.”

Andi scoffed. Beau may not have been open about everything that happened in his life but, for a middle-aged man, it was far better than any other man Andi had ever encountered before. He was affectionate with just about everyone in his life, co-workers, friends, Andi’s friends, Carla, and Emily. Maybe Beau wasn't perfect but he was already doing better than Andi’s father. 

Beau thought Andi drifted off to sleep until she said, “I'm glad you're in my life.” He could tell she was trying to starve off sleep by the sound of her voice. 

“Me too.” Beau admitted softly, an absentminded smile on his face. 

Beau thought Emily was the limit to his love. But then Andi came along and suddenly there was more love to give. There was no rationing of his heart, it only grew. And he couldn't fathom it for a while. Andi wasn't his child, not biologically, but he loved her as if she was. 

With Emily away, it was hard for Beau to function properly. That was his daughter and she was hours and hours away. Of course, it still was but it was a little easier with Andi. He thought the world of her and couldn't comprehend how she didn't think the same. 

If Beau ever did meet Andi's parents, he couldn't imagine it'd go well. He'd likely end up in a detainment cell while Andi's father ended up in the ICU.

[princessmisery666]

PM666Reads - Fic Recs - September 2022

Please heed all the warnings on the individual fics. I am not responsible for what you choose to read.

To the authors - thank you for putting in the work 💕no one gets enough recognition so thank you for taking the time to write and being brave enough to share it with us 💟

📖Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Monday To Friday - @wildbornsiren - It’s just a crush– on one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever met in your life. There’s no way he would ever return your feelings right?

You're No Bun - @writercole -Rooster tries to get a drunk you to bed.

Don't Think, Just Do - @evansrogerskitten - Rooster has a crush. 

📖Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Drunken Words, Sober Thoughts - @seresinhangmanjake - You and Jake had a history of flirting and occasionally kissing if too much time was spent at the bar, but it never went any further than that. One night, after showing up at your house and passing out on your couch, Jake wakes up the next morning only to learn he had drunkenly confessed his feelings for you.

Magic Jake - @evansrogerskitten - Your boyfriend has a secret - once upon a time, Hangman was a stripper. 

Country Boy - @princessphilly - music soulmate AU

Rebel, Rebel - @therebeccaw - Sufficed to say, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin wasn’t the pilot you were looking for.

📖Rhett Abbott

Proving A Point - @writercole - Rhett sees a guy trying to hit on his girl. She brushes him off but the guy just doesn’t want to take the hint.

I Can Still Make Cheyenne - @writercole - Rhett Abbot isn’t an easy man to love but when he’s about to lose everything, his head is finally clear.

📖Sam Winchester

Without a Stitch - @raidens-realm - While Dean’s on a hunt, Sam stays behind with a cold. The Bunker seems bent on ridding him of far more than a virus and only when he gets the situation under control does he begin to glean it’s true intent.

Butter Knife - @fictional-affairs - Sam, thinking that Dean and the reader have been sneaking around as a couple, locks the two in the bathroom so that they’ll establish their relationship. But Dean and the reader know the truth- and the reader has to choose between using the bathroom in the presence of Dean, or admitting her feelings to Sam.

A Little Trip - @mariekoukie6661 -Sam doesn’t sleep well.

The Best and Worse Plans - @girl-next-door-writes - gif drabble

The Almost Kiss - @myinconnelly1 - fluffy drabble

"I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified" - @mrswhozeewhatsis

Torture - @girl-next-door-writes - gif drabble#

“I’ll give you $200 if you don’t bring it up again.” - @mrswhozeewhatsis

Tight - @kittenofdoomage - A few hundred words about Sam's humungous cock

📖Dean Winchester

Feast - @talesmaniac89 - Dean has grown tired of your game of cat and mouse. He’s ready to show you he’s a hunter. And tonight, you’re his prey.

Big Brother - @girl-next-door-writes - gif drabble

Lavender Skies - @talesmaniac89 - A relationship ends under lavender skies…

📖Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

Falcon? - @writercole - In which the Daggers find Fanboy’s doppelganger.

📖James 'Bucky' Buchanan Barnes

Treacherous - @scrumptious-delusion - you’re asking yourself why he keeps coming back, he’s asking himself why you keep letting him in. it’s a treacherous slope but neither of you can turn back now.

📖Jensen Ackles

Remind Me - @pink-sparkly-witch - Jensen and Y/N have been drifting apart since he went to film The Boys. When a song on the radio makes him realise just how bad things are, he’s determined to fix it. Problem is, he doesn’t know if Y/N wants to fix it or if it’s over between them.

📖Robert 'Bob' Floyd

Enlightened - @writercole - The heart wants what the heart wants. But sometimes, it needs a push to figure it out.

📖Steve Rogers

Would I Lie To You - @cockslutpadalecki - steve catches a hydra operative- she’s low level, maybe a receptionist, a medical assistant, not given enough information to be important, not given enough to really know who she’s working for. but steve thinks she knows more than she lets on. what interrogation tactics is he using on poor reader?

📖Ransom Drysdale

The Hunt - @navybrat817 - Ransom likes the hunt, especially when you turn him down.

[blackholelynn]

His Salvation - Part Seven

<- Read Part Six

Summary: You have left your old life behind and started over with Dean, but you soon realize that you know almost nothing about the hunter you now live with.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Nightmares, aftermath of grief/loss, description of suffocation, swearing - these warnings are for the series of parts as a whole, so while some of these warnings may not apply on this part, they will apply for future parts.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: It's finally finished! I'm not going to pretend that I have any excuse for not posting the final part of this, but it's done! Not exactly a happy ending, but who knows?

Series Tag List: @leigh70

Dean Winchester/Jensen Ackles Tag List: @siospins2

Supernatural Tag List: @hobby27

Also cross-posted on my AO3 account, you can read it here!

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Dean woke up with his entire body screaming in pain, which wasn't unfamiliar to him. What did surprise him was the white and slightly scratchy hospital linens clinging to him. In his haze, he felt the irritation of the IV in his left arm and moved to promptly remove it, not thinking of the aftermath.

A gentle hand rested over his, one he recognized and trusted, and immediately he stopped what he was doing. "You need to leave that in. You lost a lot of blood."

"You're still here," Dean said, more to himself than to you. His jaw was slack in awe, and the relief was making his eyes glassy.

You squirmed under his gaze, ducking your head to avoid it. "I wasn't going to dump you at a hospital without making sure you were okay. Not when it was my fault you got hurt."

"Sweetheart, you're why Sammy isn't preparing a hunter's funeral for me." His hand reached for you, and you didn't shy away from his touch for the first time in a while. You weren't sure who needed it more – you or him. He cupped your cheek, running his thumb along your cheekbone. "You did good."

You leaned into his touch, feeling a few errant tears escape. "No. I didn't. I froze, and you nearly died because of it.”

“But I didn’t.”

Even though he was right, Dean’s words didn’t soothe the guilt that was starting to fester deep inside you. Would any of this have even happened if you hadn’t left the bunker? If you hadn’t gone with them in the first place? The thought of the alternatives terrified you more than anything, and you stood up from the chair by Dean’s bedside, pacing to release some of the anxiety.

“But you might next time. I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can,” Dean insisted earnestly. He sat up in bed, grimacing with the effort, and looked at you imploringly. “Look, you were right. I shouldn’t have been treating you like a kid. We can start going on hunts together, and Sammy and I will show you the ropes. Trust me–”

Tears started to stream down your cheeks as you crossed your arms, shrinking in on yourself. “Dean, I don’t even know what I want anymore! I mean, I ran off with you without a second thought, like I was some…some Disney princess! Like you were my prince charming that would make all the pain disappear, but that’s not how this works. That’s not how any of this works, and I can’t stay.”

“What are you saying?” His voice broke, a vulnerability that was rare for him to show. It broke your heart, but you knew what you needed.

“I’m saying I stayed to make sure you were okay, but I’m leaving. I have no idea who the hell I am anymore, and until I figure that out, this isn’t going to work.”

And then you turned and left the room in a rush. He called out something after you, but all of your senses were completely wrecked as you scurried away from yet another problem. A contentious voice inside you scolded you for not being able to have a conversation – the adult conversation that needed to be had – but it wasn’t something you were capable of at that moment. You felt like you were crawling out of your skin.

Sam was pensively sitting in the hallway, and when he saw you leave the room, he quickly stood in your way to try and talk to you. “He’s awake?”

“Yeah,” you answered simply, trying to go around him.

But he stopped you by gingerly grabbing your arm. “Woah, what’s going on? Did something happen in there?”

“I just…” Your brain stuttered, trying to find the words to explain what had just happened, but it couldn’t put anything together. The only thing you could do was look up at Sam in sad confusion, starting to cry even harder. You desperately wiped at the tears running down your cheeks in an attempt to stay somewhat composed, but it was an exercise in futility.

“Okay, let’s just take a moment,” Sam offered, guiding you to one of the chairs in the hallway. He sat beside you and attempted to comfort you as you cried, one hand on your back to try and ground you. Once it seemed like you’d be able to speak again, he asked, “Is everything okay?”

You quickly nodded as you pulled yourself back together again. “Yeah, I’ll be okay. I have a favor that I need to ask you, though, Sam.”

“Of course. Anything.”

“Take care of Dean for me?” When you saw the confused expression on Sam’s face, you added, “I’m not going back to the bunker.”

Sam stilled for a second, processed what you said, and offered a small and understanding smile. “Okay. Do you mind if I ask you one question first?”

“Shoot.”

“I’m not asking this to try and convince you to stay. I just want to know: are you sure?”

It was the first time someone had asked you that question, and it hadn’t been accusatory. Just a genuine question coming from a place of concern. So you thought about it.

The last few months you had spent with Dean crossed your mind. All the good memories came first, like the movies you had watched, the nights you had shared, and the few times you had left the bunker to have “proper” dates. But those times weren’t the only ones. The nights you had shared were soured by the constant nightmares. All the times you spent with him in the bunker were plagued by the grief that followed you like a dark shadow. You remembered those few dates fondly, but you also recognized the terror of being outside those concrete walls.

You returned Sam’s smile, although yours was more forced. “Yeah, I’m sure. I’ve got a lot to work through, and I need to do it on my own. I don’t know how yet or what I’m going to do, but I know that’s where my focus needs to be.”

“Alright,” Sam conceded, standing up from the chair. “Then I’m guessing this is goodbye?”

“Yeah,” you answered as you stood. “I’m sure I’ll see you guys again, though, so don’t forget about me.”

Sam chuckled at your teasing tone and pulled you into a small hug. “Never. You’re welcome anytime.”

It was a warm moment that broke up some of the despair of the most recent events, but as always, those moments come to an end. You returned the hug briefly and, after that, left the hospital. You didn’t turn back, tried not to even think about turning back, because you knew that your resolve wasn’t strong enough to go through with it if you didn’t go all in.

Sam stayed in the hospital and entered Dean’s hospital room to evaluate the aftermath. He only found his older brother staring off into space, looking lost. It was clear that the loss Dean had been so afraid of had just occurred, and to make matters worse, he was part of the reason it had happened.

The younger Winchester took your place at Dean’s bedside, clearing his throat to get his older brother’s attention. “She just told me.”

“She’s gone.” It was a resigned statement, not a question. Dean finally came out of his stupor as he met Sam’s eyes. “Did she say where she was going?”

“No, she didn’t. I don’t think she wants us to know, and you know what, I think that’s for the best. You’ve gotta let her go.”

Normally Sam would expect a fight from Dean after he said that, a barbed remark meant to make Sam back down, but all he got was Dean limply lying back in the hospital bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was resigned more than anything, and that was almost worse. There was no further discussion of the issue. Not when he was discharged from the hospital, not when they arrived back at the bunker. The remnants of your stay in the bunker lingered for a long time, only serving as a reminder of the forbidden topic.

“I told you to make sure she wasn’t in the room when Urdr got there,” Naomi chastised, standing up from her desk chair.

Castiel stood in front of her desk, but it was clear that he was somewhere else – practically a shell of his former self. “I was unaware that she would be there so quickly.”

“That is unacceptable!” Naomi snapped. When she realized how emotional she was becoming, she straightened her blazer and rolled back her shoulders, letting out a deep exhale. “This was the only way we could get the Norns on our side, and after making a deal with us, we got one of their sisters killed. You can see how this is an issue, correct?”

“Yes.” Castiel’s response was robotic. He had been conditioned in every way to obey Naomi, and she couldn’t have been happier with her handiwork. A grisly means to an end.

Naomi sat back down and smoothed her hands over the clear top of her desk. “Then I will have to think of alternative methods to secure our position. I just have one thing to say before I dismiss you.”

“Of course.”

“Keep an eye on our ‘bait’ to make sure she doesn’t ruin another one of our plans. I’d hate to have you dispose of her.”

Castiel’s brow twitched. It went unnoticed by Naomi, but surely if she had seen it, he would’ve been kept for more conditioning. Instead, once she saw him nod his head, he was whisked back to Earth with no memory of the encounter in the first place.

Without knowing why he was drawn to go look for you, and when he found you, he only felt his guilt return. You were curled up in the back seat of yet another stolen car, holding a flannel to your chest as you cried. Yet again, another of his friends was in anguish, and while he wanted to comfort you, something told him he shouldn’t.

So he did nothing but watch as you processed all of the feelings you had been running from. And it hurt.

[theyarebothgunshot]

Your tag under this post here so true. Also the post itself. I'm always having a blast when everyone is joined in the craziness, but at the same time I'm always exhausted afterwards 😆

lmao yes so true, it is chaotic in the best way hfdhhsf but i finally have time to freak out some more after being a "responsible adult" all day......

it's been a while since i have done a compilation like this but i dont wanna clog the dash and it's all about the same thing so here we goooo

Jensen did everything in his power to stomp the J*2 narrative into dust this weekend. Love that journey for him!

listen, i am not one to be petty (lol okay sometimes i am, ngl) but.... the difference was SO stark this time, it has to be said

I was obviously hoping for some good cockles content this con, but this has exceeded everything I could have thought of lol. Amazing.

my expectations were pretty managed after we got interrupted so early last time, but this indeed exeeded everything!!

Gonna have a difficult week... And difficult four months until I leave work... But I'm so hyped but today's Cockles nothing's gonna stop me - tea anon

i'm sorry you are gonna face some hard times <3 you know i am here when you want to talk! thankfully jenmish gave us enough seretonin for a life time hdgfhdg

First we get Mish. Dee. Now we have Jensen, Danneel and their boyfriend Misha. Truly could not have predicted them being *that* unhinged but I do love to see it! Going to need about 10 business days to process it all though lmaoooo - Honeymoon Anon

you and me both!!

The thing is, there is absolutely no reason for them to act like that, none. like, can you imagine jensen making that kind of jokes toward jp lmaoooo he'd rather unalive himself💀 but then again, misha is his close friend so , what's the difference hmmm🫠 they are driving me insane Rose

*kermit nodding gif* yeah..... it is a lot lmfaooo

“tell jensen i mentioned him first”

twitter.com/misskittybsdc/status/1630013886844764160?s=46&t=oQYacDuBE2cwV9RJV-7UJg

they wanna score points with the big boss ghdhgh

Rose it's 5 am and I haven't slept yet and I am so not normal about this. I have been around a lot of JIBs so I knew what was coming. Yet, I still am so overwhelmed by everything that happened. I have watched the cockles panel twice by now. Some scenes I have definitely watched more than 20 times. I have perceived more and more details every time I rewind. Jensen Ackles butt wiggling. Him winking at Misha. That weird expression on his face when he made a wish. The movement of chairs, which is, of course - as it always is every JIB - closer together. The weird non-improvisation of the improvisation. Daniela coming in with the CW sniper in the form of a birthday cake to stop Jensen coming out as Misha Collins' boyfriend. Not to mention all the other big things that happened. Canary? Kissing Misha? When in Rome??? The preparation of Misha's 50th birthday party. Misha and Jensen playing an European puppet show with Misha shouting "Dieter I love you! Kiss me Dieter". Rose. Jensen said Misha is Danneel's boyfriend. Jensen said Misha is his boyfriend. The underbear and straddlegate have walked so that this Jibcon panel could run. How am I supposed to sleep? I am not even attending a convetion yet the convention high is keeping me restless. I feel like I need a continuation. Like this was a series finale with a cliffhanger that needs to be resolved. Like there are things that need to come up so this can settle. I have been a cockles perceiver since years yet my patience is limited right now. I mean if I wait a day or two I know it will wear of. It always does. But the boyfriend will stay. Right here with us.

- anon anon (you know who I am)

ahhhhh i totally feel you!! i had to physically make myself go to bed last night because i had to get up early, but it took a LOT to finally go to bed and i slept poorly ngl hfgdhhg i hope you did manage to get some sleep though!! and oof. what a year yesterday was!!!

Also @ all the other anons, I remember you guys, too!!! ♥️ I don't know if you remember me though haha

- anon anon

ahww i'm sure they do!! <3

You Know what i have realised. This weekend have felt like a fan fic of dean and cas but instead of reading it i was watching it.

you're not wrong!!

Ok also at the end of angeles he glances at misha then suddenly stops playing and looks away sooooo bashful. Did you show too much jensen? Did you get nervous when you made eye contact???

👻anon

head in my fucking hands!!!!! jensen.... sweetie....... why sing that song huh????? answer quickly (also hiiii omg love seeing you in my inbox!!)

jensen singing angeles with misha there watching (and at some points singing directly to misha) seems like fanfic AND YET…

and yet..........

[connielovescas]

John Winchester has a lot of trauma and he might be kinda 💅 (we all saw the navy uniform scene) but that doesn't change the way he treated his kids and how abusive he was so I better not see any of you starting to like him just because of that.

Please and thank you.

[mrswhozeewhatsis]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Jensen Ackles #SPNDC gold panel

197 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

#4

Jensen Ackles #SPNDC gold panel

216 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

#3

I'm sad that there is no new episode of #TheWinchesters tonight, but looking at his silly face makes it better.

Jensen Ackles, SPNDC2022, main panel.

250 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

#2

Sam's Last Straw

A/N: This was supposed to be a ficlet or just a little something about what I would write if I actually wrote something, but instead, I actually wrote something! Prompt provided by @wingedcatninja.

Prompt: Dean x Reader, hurt/comfort

Summary: Dean and the Reader are BOTH hurt on a hunt and Sam has to take care of them. They get... needy.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Nothing. It's just so freaking fluffy.

Word count: 2322 words

After much squabbling (Dean was hurt worse, but you kind of had to pee), Sam carried you to the bathroom, then helped Dean get settled in his room, then carried you from the bathroom to your bedroom. He left you with an apology and a set of guilty puppy eyes, then raced off to find supplies.

You got changed into comfy clothes all by yourself, thank…Pete, maybe? Can’t thank God anymore, so might as well thank a random dude named Pete. It was about as effective. Anyway, a severely sprained ankle and bruised/possibly cracked ribs made things difficult, but not impossible. Mostly. You’d gotten off easy. Dean had broken his leg. Luckily, it was just a hairline fracture that would heal in a few weeks, but he was non-weight-bearing for a while. As were you. And the little clinic you’d visited for the x-rays was all out of crutches. Hence Sam running around like a one-armed paperhanger to help you both.

Sam appeared in your doorway, slightly out of breath and still with the guilty puppy eyes. “I could have sworn we had two sets of crutches in the infirmary, but I can only find one. There’s not even a cane or a walker or anything, so I went online and ordered us a bunch. They’ll be at the post office in a couple of days. Until then, I’ll keep helping you two and you can share the one pair, right?”

“Sam,” you replied with a sigh, “With the ribs, I can barely sit up straight without pain, so I think hanging out in bed is going to suit me just fine. Let Dean keep the crutches and I’ll just use my desk chair or something if I really need to get around.” You shrugged as your mind started to put together a makeshift walker with your chair and a towel or something so it would slide on the bunker’s cement floors.

“Although that sounds like a neat idea, I insist on you just relaxing, okay? Stay in bed, and just call me if you need anything. It’s my fault you’re hurt, anyway. I will bring you food and whatever you want until the crutches and stuff get here. Okay?”

Gosh, he looked so sad and guilty. “Sam, it’s not your fault I got hurt! The plan went sideways, that’s all! The plan always goes sideways, and it’s no biggie! You don’t have to wait on me hand and foot as an apology because there’s no apology necessary.”

“I insist!” he argued. “Really, I want to!”

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Fine. Whatever you want. But honestly, just bring me some food every so often and I’ll be okay, okay?”

“Okay.” Sam grinned.

“But Sam—”

“Yeah?”

“Could you go to Walmart and pick up some things?” You pulled out your phone and texted him a short list. Back scratcher or something for under-cast itches, a couple of different pies, those little frozen mini pizzas Dean loved, and slide-on slippers to wear until he could get his boots on, again. “I don’t really need anything, but Dean’s gonna need some things with that cast he’s got.”

“Just for Dean?” Sam bit his lips to stop from smirking and you rolled your eyes.

“It doesn’t mean anything, Sam! In fact, don’t even tell him it was my idea.” You crossed your arms over your chest and dared him to argue with you, hiding the fear that Sam would spill the beans about your crush. Your face heated without your permission, though, giving you away.

“Yeah, yeah, doesn’t mean a thing,” Sam teased as he shut the door behind him.

Across the hall, a similar scene played out with Dean.

“Hey, Dean, I’m heading to Walmart to pick up some things. Want anything?”

Dean shifted and picked up his phone. “Yeah. Well, I don’t really need anything, but I bet Y/N does. She’s going to want to soak in the bathtub with some Epsom salts for those ribs, and she’ll want some arnica for bruising, which we’re all out of. And get her some cute fuzzy slippers to wear until she can fit her shoes on, again, or her feet will get cold on the cement floors.” Dean tapped away on his phone. “Here, I’m texting you a list.”

“Slippers?” Sam teased. “And nothing for you, huh?”

Dean looked up from his phone and glared at his brother. “I know you think it means something but it doesn’t mean anything! In fact, don’t even tell her it was my idea! Take the credit for yourself and earn her forgiveness since she got hurt saving your ass,” Dean groused.

A grimace replaced Sam’s grin. He really did feel bad about you having been where he was supposed to be and you then getting hurt. “She’s already forgiven me, and I’ve already promised to take care of her until she’s mobile again to make up for her getting hurt. I don’t need to take credit for your ideas. Why don’t you keep your credit and just tell her how you feel?”

“There are no feelings, Sam, so just take the list, get the stuff, and do whatever you need to do to help her feel better. Maybe you could watch rom coms and braid each other’s hair?”

Sam bit his lips for the second time that hour to keep a smirk from forming. “Alright, man. Whatever you say. I’m off to Walmart.”

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My #1 post of 2022

Jensen Ackles #SPNDC gold panel

825 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

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[supernaturalkickparty]

My reactions to @fandom-hoarder about tw lmao enjoy people.

Me–Ok so the stationary of the letter John has its MOL so....maybe Sam? Then again I've never seen Sam write in cursive.

Oof ok the acting is rough and wtf a soldier boy line? Jensen mijo you were on for a partial season, calmate lol

Bestie–Lmao oh wait, i didn't catch the soldier boy line, what was it?

Me–"See you around soldier boy" the pacing is so weird.

Bestie– Ah oh yeah lmao. I didn't catch it cuz it smacked me in the face

It is!!

Me–It feels like watching something in fast forward

The goofy John who can't fight is dumb

Bestie–Hahh it has slower bits too so that's fun 👀👀👀👀👀👀

Yes, thank you omg

Me–Omg Dads on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days

This legit feels like an ao3 story brought to life

Drake overreacts a bit and so does Meg. This isn't Disney Channel mija

Bestie– Yes, god it's very disney channel

Me–Omg your right anti possession charm bracelet like whyyyyy

Bestie–There's waaay too many conveniences like that charm in one episode.

You're right, it's soooo fanfictiony

Me–Really overacted and the monster under the bed line????

I'm like c'mon just say you wanted Drake to be Sam Jensen jfc

Bestie–Yeah! Also I'm so annoyed about his version 9f the story

Me–You don't want any part of this life. Like bitch you just pulled him into this lmao

Bestie–Cuz if john had a memory like that from his dad it puts his version with sam in even WORSE light

Me–Ok I love patsy cline

Why is no one wearing the anti possession charm as a necklace

Like yeah Mary had a charm bracelet before but dear lord

Bestie–A question for the ages, bestie

Me–Ok the line of I hated my dad but I love him is such a Sam line

Bestie–Yes

Me–Ok John did have ptsd, I would think so even during the og series

Omfg mary has an emf reader🤦🏾‍♀️Jensen honey just say that you wanted to do a samdean not related au

Omfg the van scene from the trailer 😂😂😂😂

Bestie–Lol yeah

Me–Omfg the lines are terrible

Ugh the menu but is too stupid

Bestie–Jensen's first fanfic

Me–It feels like it lol

"There's no secrets in our family" bitch that's the og show. Secrets build everything lol

Ugh cheating hippie hispanic

Bestie–Yeah :(

Me–What the fuck is with this pacing?

Bestie–I wish i knew!!! 🤣🤣🤣

They should've taken more pacing notes from spn pilot lol

Me–Omfg Samuel left coordinates how original Ackles

Dude yes. This is so rushed

Who the fuck is Maggie

Bestie–Right?!? OUT OF NOWHERE!

Me–Why do they give the demons the "venom" distorted voice lol

Yes yes we get it no happy ending for hunters it's been established

Fucking Scooby-Doo shit

Bestie–Did they do that voice to the first airplane demon?

Me–And yeah that's the actresses real voice. For Lata.

I can't remember lmao

Bestie–Ok.. that makes it ok then. It is so proper that it kinda annoys me but as long as it's not fake it's fine

All the girls seem to have major enunciation that gets on my nerves, though, so it might be an acting training thing

Me–Ok so Maggie was her cousin who was killed by a vampire. No pos wow Jensen lol and mary just had a Sam line "They put a knife in my hand before I could walk" "Dad gave me a .45 for the monster under my bed"

Yeah she really enunciates

This is "Hey idk you but our dads are missing and there's weird shit out there so let's hop in our Scooby van with our stereotypical counterparts and go on a trip"

The casts lacks chemistry

It's given off Disney Channel/Nickolodeon vibes

Since when did John have a scar???

Oh and here with the self sacrificing

God that thing is bad

It's like great value brand lycan

Bestie–Yes, thank you wtf

The van scene also made me think of argyle from stranger things

Me– What in the 13 ghost of Scooby-Doo was that bullshit

Bestie–Lmfao

Me–Ok so John's mom knew

When you have kids you'll understand oh honey

Bestie–Like. Wtf 😑

Me–Jensen should have just made an account on ao3

After seeing this I suddenly feel a lot better about my writing

Saving people hunting things????

Nothings sacred huh

God megs acting is really forced

Bestie–Yeah. Dude, seriously, so many fanfiction writers could've done better, even WITH THIS PREMISE. Including you and me

Me–A monster not of this world trying to invade. Pos chingao

Just say aliens 🤦🏾‍♀️

Omfg please don't tell me the pinche tentacle monster from the late seasons 🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️

Bestie–They can get away with not saying aliens if it comes through an au portal 😒

Omfgg i did not even make that connection

Me–Omfg but why is he writing? Dean has hated it, said it was more Sam's thing and the I'll keep picking the music

Ugh yeah terrible.

[musecaravan-info]

Dean Winchester

"Demons I get. People are crazy." ~ Dean Winchester ~

Basic Information

FACE/BODY CLAIM: Jensen Ackles

AGE: Depends on Thread; between 26 - 39

EYES: Hazel

HAIR: Dark drown with occasional blond highlights; usually kept short and styled

HEIGHT: 6'1

PRIMARY OUTFIT: Jeans, t-shirt, logger boots, leather jacket - everything is a little worn, but not in terrible condition.

Personality

Dean is confident, snarky, and more of a 'pop culture nerd' than he's likely to ever admit. He will protect the people he cares about with his life and when it comes to anyone who might hurt his loved ones, he'll show no mercy.

Abilities

Dean had been a hunter for years; he's got good reflexes and is in peak physical condition. He's also got the face of an angel and a smile that could charm the pants off of just about anyone.

He's got a working knowledge of the supernatural world and the creatures that inhabit it. He doesn't know everything, of course, but he knows more than most.

Weaknesses

His biggest weakness is probably his family. Dean would literally do ANYTHING for them, even if it goes against everything else he's ever learned/believed. He reacts similarly to friends and other loved ones, but it's not quite so severe of an emotion.

Dean also has a bit of an anger problem. Usually he can keep it under control, but sometimes he'll snap and then say/do things that can't be taken back.

Romance

Where to start...? Dean is a flirt... whether your muse encourages him or not. He knows what he likes and he's not afraid to tell someone. He's not usually forceful or crass about it, and if someone tells him to stop he will.

It's also not hard to get him into bed... especially if your muse just wants a fling. However, if your muse wants something more, that could take time, work, and patience. After all, Dean doesn't ever stay in one place for long - rarely long enough for emotions to 'gum up the works.'

Where to Find Him

It might vary by verse, but usually anywhere you might find the supernatural. So - anywhere, really.

Verses

Just because a verse isn't listed here doesn't mean I'm not interested in writing it. I adore all kinds of AUs, and welcome the chance to get creative with my muses. If you've seen a verse that another of my muses has, and you'd like to see this muse in something similar, let me know. You can also check out my 'Plot Ideas' tag, too. ^_^

Main Verse:

Dean Winchester hunts the stuff that everyone else refuses to believe exists. If he doesn't do it, who will? Ghosts, vampires, demons - he's seen it all. Most of the time he's got his brother, Sam, by his side... and most of the time that's enough. But even someone like Dean can long for something more now and then.

For this verse everything is as canon as I can make it. I usually prefer Season 3, only because I love the angst of a Hell-bound Dean. However, I’m willing to work with whatever Season my partner might prefer. ^_^

Fantasy Verse

Dean is a hunter in a medieval-inspired fantasy world that leatherandsoil helped me build and create. His dad is gone and his brother is happily settled and married in a nearby town. Dean travels from place to place in his vardo, selling potions and taking care of things that the local villagers can't.

Mechanic Verse

Currently a Private Verse

In this verse Dean isn't a hunter; he's just a normal guy with a normal life that never quite seems to go his way. He jointly owns and works at a mechanic shop with his best friend, Paul. He's also so deeply in the closet that it's painful to watch.

Retired Verse

This verse takes place at the end of Season 8. Sam has died sealing the Gates to Hell, Crowley is fully human and reveals Mrs. Tran’s location - she and Kevin return to a normal life, Castiel and Naomi manage to stop Metatron, and all is right with the world… sort of. Dean finds himself alone. With Sam dead and Castiel busy with Heaven, the Hunter is left floundering. What happens next is entirely dependent upon the RP. I often use this verse to return Dean to Sonny and the boy’s home from Season 9 (because he seemed happy there) but I’m open to him winding up in other places, too.

Worthless Verse

This verse technically takes place in Season 2+, with some major changes, of course. John and Sam were both killed in the crash which occurred at the end of Season 1, and when Dean tries to bargain for their souls, he’s told by Azazel that he’s worthless/useless/etc. You name it and Azazel probably said it. Since then, Dean’s been on the very singular mission to find and kill Azazel. He’ll do other Hunts if they happen to find him, but they’re not priority. He’s also fallen hard into all of his most negative vices - conning and grifting, drinking heavily, getting into fights thanks to his smart mouth, and sleeping with anyone he can get into his bed.

Current/Ongoing Threads

If your thread with Dean isn't listed here it's probably because it's been long enough since your last reply that I thought you'd dropped it. Message me to let me know you're still interested, and I'll happily add you to the list (with no pressure for a reply.) ♡

Paul:

Can't Hold Out Forever (Mechanic Verse)

Just Like Starting Over (Retired Verse)

Playing with Fire (Fantasy Verse)

Theo:

Shifter in the Night (A/B/O; Retired Verse)

Wynter:

Bones in the Ground (Main Verse)

Stuff That's Good to Know Before Starting a Thread

I am NOT fully caught up on the series - I’ve only seen through the end of Season 10, and I don’t know when I’ll get around to watching any more. TBH, I was more than a little disappointed with the first couple of episodes of Season 11, so… yeah.

I also do not have a photographic memory for the seasons I have seen, so if I make a mistake with something don’t be afraid to tell me. As long as you’re not rude about it, I promise to hear you out. ^_^

My preferred verse is Dean between Seasons One through Three - if you come into my Ask Box, or tag me in a post (which it’s perfectly okay to do) I will typically respond as if it’s one of those seasons.

If you want to roleplay with Dean in a later season, please ASK ME FIRST! Chances are I won’t say no, but I just need a heads up, kay? Like all characters, he changes from Season to Season and I need to know so I can get myself in the right 'headspace.'

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Please keep in mind, this blog is an ongoing work in progress. Not all of these links may lead somewhere, but they're here because they link to potential tags for this muse.

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His super power

A/N: So. I always told myself I would never write RPF, simply because I felt weird doing it. It’s not that I don’t read it. I do, quite a lot. I just couldn’t write fiction about someone who actually exists. But Jensen Ackles came to this planet, and this man has the power to fill my head with dirty thoughts. Given the most recent Jackles content we’ve been gifted with, I had an idea and decided to post it. It’s kinda lame, but I had to get it out of my head. It’s not beta’ed and I’m not an English speaker, so forgive my mistakes. I hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: Smut. Porn. +18. No plot. That’s it.

Pairing: Jensen X female!Reader

"Just one more for me, baby girl". He asks, his face buried in your neck, his sinful mouth licking and sucking and making you whimper with need.

"Fuck, I don't think I can". You say, breathless and overwhelmed with pleasure. Your fingers are squeezing his massive shoulders as you hold on to them like a goddamn lifeline. The weight of his body on top of yours is the best feeling. He knows how much you like the heat he irradiates, so he makes sure his body is as close to yours as possible during sex.

And he is huge now. Well, he always was a big guy. His back, his shoulders and his arms are your weaknesses, and he managed to get even broader since he started his super hero workout routine. It suffices to say you can't take your hands off of him. He's just too delicious.

Now, you're in his trailer, laying on your back on his bed, and he's trying to make you orgasm for the fourth time. You don't think you have it in you, but you never doubted the power he has to make you cum. So you let him do his thing, and when he places one arm around your hips to lift them from the bed so he can bury his cock even deeper inside of you, you're sure he's going to succeed.

"F-fuck, Y/N, you're even tighter like this". He's gritting his teeth, controlling himself as best as he can so you can come first.

"God, Jay, you're so deep", you're already on the brink of exploding. With one forceful thrust, he sends you over the edge and you see stars. You can feel the power of your orgasm from head to toe. You want to scream his name but you can’t form words. As your body trembles under his, he's whispering praises in your ear, telling you how beautiful you are and how good you feel.

Soon, he's filling you with his hot seed, and you swear you can feel him throbbing in your chest. 

As you slowly come back from your high, he uses one arm to support some of his weight while his body is partially covering yours.

He kisses you long and deep; first on your mouth, then your neck. When he lifts his head to look at you, you hold his face between your hands, your thumbs caressing the light stubble covering his jaw. You already miss the beard.

"That was amazing, babe".

"Yeah, it was. I knew I could make you come for me one more time. My record will be five times in a row. You wait and see". He promises, making you laugh and mock a face of disbelief.

"Jensen! We need you for the Instagram video!", a male voice calls for him, knocking on the trailer’s door.

"Shit. I can't believe I'm gonna have to put the uniform back on".

He huffs, gently lifting himself from you and you watch as he struggles to pull up the lower part of the uniform that was bunched around his knees. In a frenzy to fuck you, he didn't even bothered to get completely naked.

It was a warm day, he was sweaty from your most recent activities and you had an idea to make his life easy.

"Here, wear a t-shirt. Just put your pants on". You offer, throwing him a black v-neck that was hanging on his closet’s door.

"Yeah, that's better. Thanks, sweetheart". He smiles at you, stretching to put the shirt on, letting you admire how the muscles of his abdomen and chest move under his freckled skin. You just had an earth-shattering orgasm. How can this man make you wet again that fast?

"You're welcome. That’s gonna make it so much easier for me to undress you when you're done with the video". You wink at him playfully, already imagining all you wanted to do to him.

"Oh, Y/N, I love the way you think". He says as he grabs his cup of coffee on his way out.

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Jared & Jensen: Down South

This song inspired this fic a little She's Country by Jason Aldean

Pairing: Jared x Y/n, Jensen x Y/n

Pov: Readers

Warnings: None, fluff, implied smut, language, mention of "Supernatural", mention of Clif, teasing

Summary: Spending the holidays together was always nice, but this summer is going to be even better. Jared and Jensen tend to spoil their girl just a tad.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/n: This has been sitting in my book of fic ideas for a while now, and now that I'm finally free for the summer I have time to write it. Ofc @firefly-graphics for the awesome dividers that I keep using!

Tag list: @akshi8278 @wonderfulworldofwinchester @fofisstilinski @sweetdetectivequeen @doctorlilo @hit-meup69 @deanswaywardgirl @samsgirl93 @band--psycho

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Jared Padalecki Master List

Jensen Ackles Master List

This is only our second summer together, but gosh do these two love to spoil the hell out of me.

Sometimes it can be too much, but they tend to reign it in. Instead, they like spoiling me in a more sensitive way, I love praise and hell so do they.

This summer, Jared had suggested that we go out to the islands, and Jensen suggested that we go back home to Texas, and do a few things at home.

Jared and Jensen were tired of the cold in Vancouver. I could tell as every night they'd come home and strip from their work clothes, and slip into our bed.

Late nights were hard on the two of them. They were very touchy-feely people. Even though many people didn't know that about Jensen. The moment he was home, he was wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing me softly on my neck.

Jared was different in his own way. He liked when we were together, but alone if that makes any sense. I've only been with these two dorks for two years now, and I'm still learning so much about them.

Since the season of supernatural was over I really did have the boys all to myself. I can't say that's a bad or good thing. It's just a thing. I love them I really do, but they've both stamina of a wild bear. They just don't stop.

In a sexual way, and in every other way. They push and push, until your screaming under them. But I'm getting off-topic. It was really up to me where we went for the summer.

I could see the smallest disappointment on Jared's sweet face when I agreed with Jensen about going back home to Texas. We pack our belonging into our carry-on bags, and Clif drives us to the airport.

The Vancouver airport is small, and nobody is really there besides a few other people. People are on their phones, reading books, and a few even have their laptops out.

It's odd, but I'm more than happy to get away from the cold. Jensen has his phone out, and Jared's pulled a book out of his carry-on bag. I kind of feel like a child in between these two strong men.

Our flight isn't bound to leave for another hour, or so all I can do is sleep. I lean my head onto Jared's shoulder feeling bad about agreeing with Jensen. I'm trying my hardest to make sure Jared knows I still love him.

Jared leans into my touch and keeps his head gently laying on top of mine. He moves the book over his hand sitting between his knee and mine. "Baby you can read with me." He says I only hum as the position I'm in is starting to cause pain in my neck.

I shift uncomfortably, and Jared turns completely to look at me. These airport chairs are not doing anything other than causing pain in my neck, and now my back.

I hear Jared close his book, keeping his thumb in the book for a quick bookmark. "If you're comfortable doll we can figure out a different way for you to sit." He says he's always been the one to make sure I'm comfortable, sweet-voiced, and not demanding, unlike Jensen.

Jensen is pulled him his phone when he hears Jared and me talking. "what's wrong you two?" He asks, he grumpy because we have to wake up so early and now we have to wait, he's not a very patient person.

"We are just discussing a different way for her to be more comfortable Jay," Jared says, I peak up my morning voice apparent. "Yeah, these damn airport chairs aren't a bit comfortable, babe," I said moving yet again, all I want to do is get a little nap before getting on the flight.

Jensen rolls his eyes, and sets his phone in his bag, before moving the armrest and expanding the space between our seats, so Jared follows in suit moving his armrest.

"See now you can be comfortable with both of us, honey. Try to get some sleep you look like you haven't got any in a few days." Jensen says picking up his phone once again.

I extend my short legs onto Jensen lap, and he moves quickly so he can rest his hands on my legs once in a blue moon gently rubbing my ankle, I rested my head on Jared's lap, and breathed in his cinnamon, and pine scent from him clothes, he hummed and rested his large hand in my hair, before opening his book back up.

Whenever we flew we always did so in first class. This flight was no different, but to get home in a decent time we had a connecting flight. So after a long flight a connecting flight and a two-hour drive to our humble abode.

My feet were killing me, and all I wanted to do was sleep in our bed. I slipped my shoes off after Jared set me down after carrying me from the car. Jensen carried all of the bags after arguing with both of us.

I slowly made my way up the stairs, as Jared was quickly behind me. My frequently long yawns making me stop on the step, I'd feel Jared's hand on my back letting me know he was behind me, and also telling me that I couldn't sleep on the steps.

"Okay, I'll move Jare," I said climbing the last few steps. Finally, after hours of walking, flying I made it to our bed, but before I could get comfortable Jar was pulling me from the comfort of the bed and to the shower.

"You need to shower, I'll shower with you seeing as you're going to fall asleep soon." He said, walking out of the bathroom. I had dozed off by the time he had gotten back from grabbing towels.

"Aw, sweetie. Jared said pulling my shirt from over my head and getting undressed, turning on the shower. He got undressed and we both hopped into the warm shower. He washed my hair and then my body nipping slightly at my shoulder and neck. I giggle sleepily and leaned into Jared as he washed my hair out and my body off.

Just as quickly as we got into the shower we were out my towel wrapped around my smaller frame. I could see the way Jared's shoulders were moving under his tanned skin.

"Come on bug, Jay put your clothes out on the bed," Jared said grabbing my hand softly and dragging me back into the bedroom. I let Jared take my towel off and dress me in my silk pajamas. I climbed into bed, Jensen already in bed his arms open for me to climb into, he was shirtless like any night, and only wearing his boxers.

Jared climbed into bed the same way. Finally back home and in the comfort of my bed with my two, strong, tall dorks. The next few days we just spend in the bed, Jared's quick to make breakfast every morning, and at night they are both quick to have my body in shivers, and on fire from them working their tongues, and hands.

Have a girl melting into the sticky, and hot sheets.

The texas air was warm and that perfect seeing as I wanted to tease Jared, and Jensen. After days of staying in, we were finally going to leave. I had made a suggestion of going to the mall, to see the lines of clothing for the summer.

We went out, I was wearing shorts, a shirt that was all too revealing. I was more than happy to let the sunbeam down my skin. My ass falling out of the shorts, and my breasts busting from their confines.

I could hear Jensen sigh as I walked outside. Jensen and Jared were wearing dark blue jeans their cowboy boots, and light-colored tops to keep the sun from makin' them any hotter than they already were.

If looks, good looks could kill they would have killed me long ago, and every single person who watches the supernatural show. 1.4 million people would be dead, now that would be supernatural.

Going out with Jared and Jensen was like going out with two bodyguards behind you at all times. Funny actually because when Clif wasn't with us, they really did take that role to heart, more Jared than Jensen.

Jared was easily a few inches taller than Jensen, so he took that role of keeping not only me safe when we were in crowded spaces, but also Jensen. Jensen was keen on helping me pick out clothes, bags, and other more sluty pieces of fabric.

He likes me in blue, and red. While Jared liked me in purples and whites. Such a contrast between the two of them. So whenever I went to lingerie stores like say Victoria's Secret the two of them followed close behind me pointing out ones they loved, and sometimes I'd have to turn around give them my best stare so that they'd be quiet in the store.

Reds, blues, purples, and whites.

Night's after we'd go shopping Jensen would have me show off the things I had been bought. Jared loved to watch me spin around with a smile on my face as I saw the way the fabric fit my form nicely.

Jensen wanted control over my body on nights like those. He wanted to see how many spasmatic orgasms he could pull from me, and like Jared, he'd just watch. It was torture for the fact that walked out of the house like a slut with my ass and breasts for nearly everyone to see.

The next days, my inner thighs hurt, and my neck looked like I'd been abused, for the amount of small dark purple hickeys on my neck. Large handprints on my ass from me not being a good girl and listening to Jensen during the night. Half crescent moon nail marks on my hips from how hard Jensen had held on while he was pounding into me.

So there were their colors Purple hickeys, Red hand marks, and half crescent moon marks.

But before I knew it we were out yet again. Jared's idea of going riding horses, He really did love the countryside we lived in. When we first got together Jared and Jensen shared a look. A look that I soon realized meant that they loved to see their girl in cowgirl attire.

A literally one part of our closet was just cowboy boots, flared jeans, and western-styled shirted, a few buckles that were in glass cases. In my opinion, we looked like the three stooges walking out of our home.

But at the same time, I could see Jared and Jensens smiles. I couldn't possibly ruin that for them at least right now. The drive to the said horse riding wasn't far, but Jensen drove to that, and Jared sat in the back with me, my shirt unbuttoned, and our tinted windows keeping peering eyes out of our private business.

His hands were massaging my breasts softly, and gently. I leaned my head back letting the moment go over slower, he took the advantage to knock my legs open instead of wearing the flaring jeans, I had on a skirt.

His hand slips in gently kneading at the supple skin of my inner thigh. Jared's long fingers lazily grazing over my soaked center, his tongue starts to graze over my weak point just under my ear, and he sucks not hard but enough to send a shiver down my back, and straight to my core.

He's taken advantage of me in the back of the car many times, whispering dirty things into my ears, as he nibbles at it. I'm lost in a world of lust, and euphoria. Lost in the whispers that Jareds keeps saying.

I'm so lost that I don't feel Jared pull his hands away, or Jensen say that we were there. In this haze of romance, love, and lust. He taps my knee and pulls my attention towards him.

"Doll, come back to earth. We are here." He says kissing my cheeks gently. Always so gentle, always so sweet. Everything in a man a woman would want.

Jareds the first to get out, I see Jensen grab something in front of the passengers' front seat, but I disregard it as Jared is holding his hand out forme and waiting for me to regain my focus and reign in my emotions before getting out of the SUV.

When I do finally make my way out of the SUV on weak knees, I'm met with two bright smiles, warm and earthy. Everything around us is screaming nature. It's screaming to be photographed.

Jensen is quick to grab my hand, like I said he loves the idea of always touching me no matter the place. Jared's hand slips into my own, and yet again I fall in love with them all over again.

A treacherous cycle. A cycle of undying love for each other, a cycle of fights and make-up. A cycle of worldwind emotion, but to be in their arms at the end of the night is all that matters to me.

Jensen stops making me stop, which in turn makes them last person stop. "I bought a gift for the three of us." He says, His eyes are twinkling in the sunset sky. "Oh we do love gifts, don't we Y/n?" Jared says. I roll my eyes looking over my shoulder.

"I bought us, Drum roll please Jare..... Cowboy hats." He says placing mine on my hair, I giggle and shake my head a little letting the hat fall nicely onto my head.

Jared takes it with is an open hand, and Jensen is quick to put his on. And before you know it, once again we look like the three stooges. Matching costumes, and everything.

There isn't a moment I can't see my life being without them. Yes sometimes they are dorks, and yes sometimes they fight, we all fight. but falling in love with them I hadn't nearly excepted. But being in love with the two of them is something I couldn't stop even if I try.

Completed on: 06/19/2021

Posted on: 06/19/2021