#jensen ackles fan fic series

[tom-whore-dleston]

Side Effects of Soldier Boy

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x f. reader

Word Count: 391

This fic contains: smut, literally PWP, drug use, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing, degradation, Soldier Boy doesn't pull out

Summary: Soldier Boy tries to keep you quiet during sex.

Notes: Wake up babes, Jordan discovered a new hottie to write about lmaoo Anyways, I know Soldier Boy is a walking red flag but unfortunately, I see the world through rose colored glasses hadshghsdl This is another submission for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt no. 239: Seal it Tight. Lowkey, I've been on a role with these quick fics, I don't want it to stop.

Sex with Soldier Boy was addicting. You would say it was more addicting than the cocaine that coursed your system. The blow was essentially the gateway drug to Ben.

The side effects: uncontrolled moans and orgasms that made your soul leave your body.

The two of you found yourselves in a rundown motel room, where Ben plowed you into the mattress at superhuman speed. His strong hand clasped over your mouth, in hopes to seal your cries of pleasure from the outside world. Considering how cocky of a bastard he is, it was bold of him to assume that simply covering your mouth would keep you quiet.

“Mmm, baby, those moans are so pretty, but so loud.” The supe grunted through clenched teeth. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Ben’s pulsing cock stretched your walls. You gushed around him, causing each thrust to echo through the dainty room.

“God damn, even this pussy is loud,” Soldier Boy chuckled, making you throb. “Think you want the neighbors to hear me fuck the shit out of you, huh?” 

His dirty talk was no help to hushing your moans. Yet, it did push you closer to that sweet release you craved. With Ben being the instigator he is, he knew damn well what he was doing. 

The pit in your stomach was growing and it was only a matter of time before it exploded. You pumped your hips up to meet his and he took this as a signal to deepen his strokes until his balls slapped your ass. You were one step away from the edge when Ben removed his hand from your mouth to throw both of your legs over his shoulders.

“Fuck it, let the neighbors hear you. Let ‘em know how much of a slut you are for me.”

That euphoric bliss finally washed over you like a crisp ocean wave. You could have drowned under the wave but a kiss from Ben brought you back to shore. The handsome supe slammed into you one last time before filling you with his seed. He crashed onto the empty side of the bed, fingers lazily tangling between yours. The two of you laid there, staring at the cracked ceiling while catching your breaths. Just as you were coming down your high, you already itched for another hit.

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[pixie88]

A good impression

Chapter 18 - The Neighbour.

A/N | Sorry, it’s been a while I have a lot going on atm. I hope this is worth the wait!

Comments & reblogs welcome!

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Summary | Alana has to decide what to do…

Check out previous chapters Here!

Word count | 2k

Warnings | 18 + Only! Angst.

Pairings | Dean x Alana.

Enjoy!

Later...

"Come on Chloe, you must have a story about Alana?" Dean pleads with her, "don't you dare Chlo!" Alana warns her, "Oi, if anyone is going to have the dirt it's me?" a drunk Fifi points at herself.

"Fifi you've not given me anything yet!" Dean baits her, "and she's not going to are you, Fi!?" Alana raises a warning brow to her sister, "hmm....that depends!" she winks at her sister, Dean raises his brow interested.

"What do you want to know Dean?" Fifi teases, "anything!" Alana narrows her eyes at him, "nothing she tells me will stop me from loving you," he pecks her lips. "Aww, you two are so cute!" Chloe coos at the pair, squeezing Elliot's arm, "there is the time she got so drunk she chundered all over her boyfriend's lap, he dumped her on the spot or there's the time she tripped over at my birthday and her face landed right in my cake!"

Alana runs her hand down her face, then an idea springs to mind, "what about that time we went on that weekend away, you asked me to get out and see how far back we needed to go, and you didn't hear me telling you to stop. The next minute she smashed the Merc's brake light into that wall!"

Fifi eyes go wide as well as Simon's "what? You told me, someone drove into you and drove off before you got the reg!" Fifi gives him an awkward smile, "come on, Si! It was ten years ago and she did pay to get it fixed!" She teases him, "I guess!" He sips his beer.

"What would you have done if Alana broke your brake light, Dean?" he looks towards her, "I'd be pissed, but I'm sure I could think of a way for her to make it up to me!" he throws her a wink, she pecks his cheek, "I couldn't do that to, Baby! But if I did, I'm pretty sure I could pay for the work in a different way!" She bites her lip, knowing it drives him wild.

"Baby?" Elliot pinches his brows together, "his nineteen sixty seven Chevy Impala"

"Wow! Impressive, I bet she's a beaut!" Elliot says, clearly impressed, Alana pulls up a photo on Dean's phone. "Oh, she even knows his pin number!" Chloe teases, Elliot looks impressed with the photo. "Nothing to hide, so why shouldn't she know!" Dean winks at Alana.

"Hiya guys, you lot want to join in the couple's quiz?" Leona looks round the group, "sounds like fun!" Alana takes a sheet from Leona as does Dean. "We'll ace this, sweetheart!" he kisses the top of her head. "No, we will. Sixteen years!" Fifi takes a couple of sheets from Leona, "come on, give us one!" Chloe takes two sheets as well.

"It starts in five minutes, good luck!" she winks at the group.

"Question one, what is your partner's favourite sex position?" Alana writes her answer down, smirking at Dean, who starts to write down his own answer.

Twenty minutes later...

"I have tallied up the scores, the couple that came third is.....Gemma and Tony, the couple that came second is.....Chloe and Elliot and the couple that came first is.....Alana and Dean!" she squealed kissing him on the lips.

"You two have won a night Glamping!" Leona congratulated the pair, Dean and Alana made their way to the bar to claim their prize, Leona took their photo, but looking back at their table she could see Fifi looking deflated.

Before they made their way back to the table Alana stopped him, "Dean, I know we won....but I think Fifi and Simon could really use this prize!" he looks down at the envelope, "you know what, you're right. Also I have no idea what glamping is!" he chuckled, she presses her lips to his.

Finally pulling away, she smiles up at him, "thank you! But also if they go away for the night we might need to babysit!" She smiles brightly at him, "sounds like we got the better side of the deal!" He pecks her lips.

"Come on, let's go and tell them the good news!" She pulls him over to their table.

Simon was a bit put back by the idea, but Alana wasn't taking no for an answer, looking online they had a free date for this weekend.

"We'll have to check with our parents first! I want to know the kids are sorted!" Simon protested when Fifi tried to book the night away, Fifi's phone chimes, picking it up her face lights up, "your Mum said she'd have them, Si!" he awkwardly smiles at her.

An hour later...

Simon had gone home with a headache he couldn't shift, Chloe could barely stand, Elliot had decided to take her home and offered for Fifi to get in their cab as they pass hers on the way home.

Alana and Dean waved them off as they began to walk the ten minute walk home, "do you think they liked me?" Dean asks her, "Fifi and Chloe do because I love you, but Elliot? I think you stole his heart when you mentioned Baby!" She playfully nudges him, "...and Simon? Well, he and Fi are going through a rough patch at the moment, so he's a little off! But my question is do you like them?" She looks to him.

"Of course I do! They can drink, I can drink....but you Brits seem to drink, drink!" He teases her.

The next day...

Dean and Pete had gone on the super fast car experience, Alana promised her Dad to take her Mum's lunch in, she had forgotten, she decided that it was also the perfect opportunity to speak to Simon and see what is going on with him and her sister.

Pulling up to Aylesbury College, she couldn't believe how much it had changed, they had a brand new building, she stepped inside, even with a new building, they still had Morris the security guard. His face brightened when he saw her, "Alana!!! How are you?" she hugs him, "I'm great thanks. You're still going?"

"Yup, I can't be one of these old farts, watching daytime telly! You here to see your Mum?" he asks her, "uh huh! I don't suppose you can tell me what floor and room she and my sister's husband is?"

"Arrh, Mr. Mulvery? Yeah, he's the opposite end to your Mum!" She sighs before she gets an idea, "Morris, could you give my Mum her lunch? While I go and speak to Simon?" Morris looks round, "as it's you? Of course, Mr. Mulvery is on the third floor room two six eight!" He smiles softly at her.

"Morris, you are a star!" she hands him the packed lunch before she rushes up the stairs, finally on the third floor she looks for his office, she tries the handle. The door is open, so she pushes it open, "I think we need a little chat about you and my sis.......!" she froze in place she was shocked by the scene behind the door, Simon had what she guessed was a student on his lap and her skirt hiked up, his trousers round his ankles with his boxers.

His face turned white realizing he had been caught by his wife's sister. Her face turned to thunder, she wanted to scream and shout at him, but she couldn’t instead she stormed out of his office and back down the stairs as she reached the ground floor she felt someone grab her shoulder.

"Alana, please it's not what it looks like!" his Irish accent hissed, she turned and looked at his hand on her shoulder, he dropped it, he leans in, "Alana...please?" she turns away marching through the exit, he chased after her, "Alana...you can't tell Fiona! It would kill her!"

She got back to her car, knowing she had to break the news to her sister that her husband was a lying cheating scumbag.

Later...

She had twenty three missed calls from Simon, she sat staring ahead trying to figure out how to tell her sister, she didn't notice Dean and her Dad come home, "sweetheart?" Dean collapses down next to her, she wipes her eyes. Dean looks at her concerned, Pete notices her too, "pickle? What's wrong?" Pete looks at her.

She looks between the pair, "sorry Dad, but can I speak to Dean alone?" Pete nods, "ok, I'm going to look for a shirt, Simon has invited us all over for dinner tonight!" Alana looks up at her Dad walking out worried, Dean watched her face turn when Pete was finally out the room he asked her, "sweetheart, what's up?"

"I-I took Mum's lunch in! I thought I'd speak to Simon about, him and Fi and I err I-I er I caught him having sex with a student! I-I don't know what to do, I have to tell her, right?" he wraps his arm around her, "I'm not going to tell you what to do, but what would your sister do if it was the other way round?" he kisses her forehead.

"What did Simon say?" he rubs her back to soothe her, "he doesn't want me to tell her. Now we have to have dinner with him! How can I not? I know what it is like" she huffed, "you know what, we'll go and you stick with me. He won't say anything to you while I'm there. Plus, you can decide what you are going to do, he can't make that decision for you." He pulls her up to stand and they head up to her room to change their clothes.

A few hours later...

She gets up from the table Dean looks up, "I'm just going to use the bathroom!" she mouths to him, he nods, she walks through the kitchen behind Simon hoping he doesn't notice her. But he does, he takes the pan off the heat and grabs her arm stopping her, "Alana! I want to know what you are going to do!?" he hissed at her, she leans forward, "I DON'T KNOW!" she pulls her arm out of his grip.

Unbeknownst to them Dean followed her and watched them from the door frame, he wanted to step in but didn't want to cause a scene.

As she leaves the kitchen through the hall door, Dean wandered in to where Simon is cooking, "hey, how's it going in here?" Simon schooled his expressions and smiled, returning the food to the heat, "great, it should be ready soon!"

"Awesome! Look, I'm not one to beat around the bush, but I know...Alana told me! I'm not going to stand here and pretend it's any of my business because it's not. That's between her and her sister, and them alone! But what is my business is you laying hands on her...." Dean leans in "do it again and I promise it will be the last thing you ever do!" Dean pulls away smiling softly at him, Simon smiles awkwardly back "it smells great by the way!" Dean pats him on the back as Alana walks in to go through to the dining room.

She looks up at Dean, "the other bottle is in the fridge, did you say?" he looks at Simon, who nods, Dean grabs another bottle and puts his arm around Alana leading her to the dining room. "What were you two talking about?" she whispers, "I was just warning him, if he grabs you again....."

"You saw that?" she looks at him horrified, he nods, "believe me, if it happens again....I won't be responsible for what happens next!"

The rest of the meal was awkward, Fifi asked Alana to help her take out the dishes, she avoided Simon's glare.

They placed the plates on the kitchen counter, "right, what's wrong?" Fifi quizzes her sister, she puts on a fake smile, "nothing!" Fifi narrows her eyes at her, "I know somethings up, you have been quiet all evening" Alana takes a deep breath, she wants to tell her then he walks in, "you two forgot these," Simon places the last few plates on the counter.

Alana still avoids him, "me and you, tomorrow, lunch and I'm not taking no for an answer!" Fifi warned her sister, "we have lunch tomorrow" Simon chips in, "no we didn't!" she looks at him confused. "Oh no! It's lunch with the Evans" she quirks her brows at him, "you can go, I don't like Janine anyway...Alana will be saving me from dying a slow death" she giggles.

"Ok, say about one pm?" Fifi nods.

In that moment Alana knew what she was going to do.....

Chapter 19

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[clearwingedmaven]

So. Since I've noticed quite a bit of Supernatural fans(or Jensen Ackles fans) are coming on board for Tracker Episode 12, decided to put together a little crash course to help out if needed.

Tracker is... kinda like a procedural? It's not a typical procedural, it's more like something akin to the Fugitive from the 60s, or Reacher(circa now, on Amazon Prime). It's one man carrying the show, but it gets a little complicated from there.

The show focuses around Colter Shaw, a drifter type and "rewardist" who grew up in the Sierra National Forest after his father had a psychotic break and moved the family there. He's an expert survivalist and tracker because of this, and roams the country helping people find, well, people.

However! The twist comes from the backstory. Ashton Shaw(the father) died mysteriously, and Russell Shaw(Jensen Ackles), is the prime suspect in Ashton's death(According to Colter). But we don't know everything. (It's been spoon fed very sparingly, so, we don't know).

The series is admittedly interspersed between past and present, with Colter pursuing various jobs in finding people.

We also have such storylines as:

-Hey, what if this drifter helped take down an actual cult

-For my first episode I will leap with you from this cliff with a bullet rattling around in my shoulder

-Uncovering corruption in a really fucked up town and family and being shot at and stabbed repeatedly

-Dark school conspiracies(TWICE), but also dealing with abusive people

-Dismantling illegal poker rings and dealing with lawyer corruption

-Visa schemes and illegal fighting rings

-That poor horse and the dark shit of the horse racing world

-The Fetanyl trade and trying to be better than your past

-Hey what if basically you were kidnapped just cause and missing for three years (Actual horror)

-Man goes skydiving after a missing plane with people in it, comically overprepared and basically a chase through the Idaho Wilderness.

-I reunited with my sister-Oh this got DARK. (I think it's trying to play on the Theranos scandal? They name drop it in the beginning of the episode)

You will encounter such characters as:

Teddi and Velma Bruin: An older lesbian couple who serve kind of Colter's handlers, they have a lot of dogs and are in general big Worried Mom energy.

Bobby Exeley: A double amputee computer whiz, is often fed up with Colter's bullshit but loves him irregardless. Was saved by Colter from something, but he refused to elaborate.

Reenie Green: Colter's ex, badass lawyer extraordinaire. Has taken out grown men with pipes, will literally run through red tape to help clients and Colter. Also fed up with Colter but enjoys working with him.

Dory Shaw: The little sister. She's gone onto be a college professor, like their parents, but her field is physics. Works in Wyoming, lived with their aunt and uncle after Ashton Shaw died. Gives Colter crap, but is a badass in her own right.

Russell Shaw: Yup, Jensen Ackles himself. The big brother. Who Colter suspects killed Ashton, but has been calling Colter throughout the show to try and talk to him. He joined the military, but other than that, we don't know much about him yet.

And that's all, I think? Without too many spoilers. The fandom is admittedly small online, and on Ao3, as, as of May 1st, there's one total fic for the fandom.

Hope that helped. And enjoy Tracker before Sunday night!

[penna-nomen]

My White Collar fandom journey started with watching the show when it aired, reading fanfic in 2012, writing fanfic in 2013, and then...

In 2014 I started watching Supernatural, and I fancast Jensen Ackles as an OC in my White Collar fanfic series Caffrey Conversation. The portrayal of Dean in SPN had the angst, protectiveness, and humor I wanted for my Henry Winslow character. So Henry looked like Dean circa SPN season 1. Was that entirely consistent with how I originally described Henry? No, but I liked the fancasting too much and I just went with it. And then...

I introduced my co-author @silbrith to SPN, and she created a sub-series of Caffrey Conversation that was a crossover with SPN. But now we had two characters -- Henry and Dean -- who looked exactly alike. And then...

Did we have Dean and Henry impersonate each other? Of course! Silbrith wrote that plot line and traced them back to a common ancestor, too.

Anyway, I'm a big fan of crossovers and the wild things you can do in them, and Henry remains my all-time favorite fanfic OC.

So here's Splash, one of my favorite short fics featuring Henry.

[makeadealwithdean]

I posted 3,715 times in 2022

That's 626 more posts than 2021!

93 posts created (3%)

3,622 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@evergreencowboy (of course lmao)

@angelsdean

@deanandkastiel

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#destiel - 682 posts

#castiel - 678 posts

#steve harrington - 523 posts

#stranger things - 508 posts

#billy hargrove - 448 posts

#jensen ackles - 376 posts

#eddie munson - 349 posts

#spnedit - 329 posts

#spn - 280 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

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#5

makeadealwithdean's friday sunday fic list - stranger things

here's the fics i've read this week (09/02/22) and yes, this is supposed to happen on friday, but work kicked my ass this week, so here we are on sunday night. my bad! anyway, as always, writers, if you don't wanna be on here, let me know, and i'll take you right off! and most of these are gonna be smut and 18+ only, so minors dni!!!

steve harrington:

mommy? sorry. mommy? * by @hawkins-losers

more perv!steve * by @creelteeth

just like in the movies * by @the-archxr

two idiots by @huffle-pissed

are we more? by @keeryshouse (my note: omg I LOVE THIS FIC so much— 100% a comfort fic of mine)

eddie munson:

shy!reader smokes with eddie * by @indouloureux

three men and a baby by @queenimmadolla

needy * by @thisishellfire (my note: this made me SCREAM)

fake it * by @fan-fantasies

stress relief * by @evergreencowboy (my note: OH I AM FERAL BYE)

eddie helping you out of a panic attack by @ddejavvu

friction * by @faeology

eddie’s horny in the middle of the night * by @hellfirehoe

other (including ships):

brusk manners * by @latelyanobsession (billy hargrove x reader)

teasing billy while he's working * by @prrttycrier (billy hargrove x reader )

fuck the hate away * by @dckweed (billy hargrove x reader)

living after midnight (rocking to the dawn) * by @mourntheantagonist (harringrove)

billy hargrove x reader smut (and the first 2 parts) * by @bluesfortheredj

this sweet harringrove blurb by @ariesbilly

eddie and y/n tease steve at work * by @lilacletter (steddie x y/n)

head rush * by @deedoop (harringroveson, eddie x steve x billy)

three inch rule by @fanatics4l (harringrove + hopper) (my note: would just like to add that this fic prompted an hour long discussion with my bestie and my s/o bc i just loved it that much)

harringroveson plays d&d by @biillyhargroves

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738 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

#4

let’s remember the real reason for the season

776 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

#3

haven’t seen the winchesters pilot yet but this put me at peace

911 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

#2

makeadealwithdean’s friday fic list - stranger things

here's a list of the fics i've read this week (8/26/22) and highly, highly recommend! these fics are not mine and belong only to the writers, so writers, if you don't want to be mentioned on here, message me, and i'll take you off no questions asked! also, most of these fics are smut and 18+ ONLY, so minors dni!!

steve harrington:

~ i want to touch you * by @poeticandors (my note: this whole series is PHENOMENAL, probably my favorite steve series <;3)

~ pretending * by @poeticandors

~ perv!steve * by @creelteeth

~ put away my pride * by @wtfsteveharrington

~ baby, baby, baby * by @pixiemunsons

~ the king (pornstar!steve) * by @poetrieshouse

~ sex education * by @sortagaysortahigh (my notes: my other very favorite steve series)

~ fake it 'til you make it by @thefreak-thebanished

~ power trip * by @silkscream

~ car troubles * by @hellfiresangel

~ private eyes * by @peachesworld96

~ you shook me all night long * (series) by @pinkchubbiebunnie (my note: i LOVE this series sooooo much <;3)

~ needy * by @bvmbshell

~ cloud 9 * by @sortagaysortahigh

eddie munson:

~ the dungeon master * by @chaoticmunson

~ 18 * by @chaoticmunson

~ vanilla * by @fan-fantasies

~ BOO? * by @eagerbby

~ nice bracelet * by @starbxcks

~ cover girl * by @eddies-perm

~ out loud by @iheartyouyou

~ menace by @retrobutterflies

~ groupie * by @hellfirebabes

~ birthday surprise * by @hellfirebabes

~ the crescent moons by @huffle-pissed

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1,636 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

give it a try - s.h.

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[zmediaoutlet]

I posted 4,203 times in 2022

That's 812 more posts than 2021!

178 posts created (4%)

4,025 posts reblogged (96%)

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I tagged 4,198 of my posts in 2022

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#art - 689 posts

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#sam winchester - 237 posts

#jensen ackles - 125 posts

#:) - 119 posts

#the boys - 119 posts

#wincest - 116 posts

#lol - 114 posts

#thanks canon - 99 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#hunter corp john got dean a custom-built vermeil cock cage for dean's 21st birthday and it's dean's favorite present he's ever received

I sent 2 gifts in 2022

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#5

fic: the constant vow (chapter one)

You ever have that fic idea that you think, mm, that'd be fun to write, and you keep kind of prodding at it and tweaking it and reworking, and then it turns out it's like 9 years later and you finally sit down to write it and it turns out to be long and complicated and, oh damn, quite the endeavor indeed? Yeah.

I'm going to post the six chapters of this over the next six Fridays (barring getting hit by a truck or something) and, I'll be honest, I really hope people give it a shot in sequence even though it's technically a wip. Hopefully each chapter will be satisfying, even if you have to wait for the conclusion.

title: the constant vow pairing: Sam/Dean (brief Dean/others) rating: E length: 12348 (chapter one) warning: dub-con tags: Season/Series 06, First Time, Case Fic, Genderswap, Fuck Or Die

summary: With Crowley apparently dead and Sam's soul back in place, even though Eve is a worry and Castiel's fighting a heavenly war, Sam and Dean at last have some space to get back to what passes (for them) as a normal life. They've just finished up a pretty standard job and are killing time in snowy Wisconsin when Dean wakes up no longer looking like Dean. That's just the start of their problems.

(AO3)

82 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

#4

can I ask what the appeal of wincest is to you? do you have a manifesto somewhere?

I do not have a manifesto. Do people write manifestos?? The only manifesto I can imagine being required is from people whose literal not-ironic favorite movie is Sharknado. And even then, the answer should be: "lol, why not?"

I can't decide if this is a bad faith ask or not but let's assume it's not, for fun and profit: the first level of the answer is lol, why not.

The second and largest part of the answer is: by watching the show as it's presented to me, without trying hard at all, I see a deep and tangible connection between the two main characters which is so intense that it actually would be less weird if they were fucking. The fact that they aren't, according to canon, actually makes Sam and Dean Winchester very fucking strange indeed. No one is that world-leveling over a sibling. It's insane behavior. They're bringing each other back from the dead and ruining each other's romantic relationships and accusing each other of cheating (thanks Sam) and condemning all of humanity to a world that still has demons in order to keep living in the same underground bunker together. Holy shitballs.

In some ways, wincest-where-the-relationship-is-physicalized is kinda cheap and redundant. Their actual-canon gencest relationship is so intense and over-the-top and strange that physicalized wincest almost becomes the only way we can talk about it, because we can't really conceive of relationships outside of romantic ones that are that powerful and all-consuming for characters.

So given all that, why not have them express their apocalyptic, world-ending (and world-saving!) love for each other via penis jousting. Like, might as well.

136 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

#3

if you could completely excise an element from your fandom -- like disappear it forever, there would never be another post about it and indeed the thoughts that caused them would never even appear in another fan’s head so as not to potentially foul the air with their presence -- what would it be

150 notes - Posted May 23, 2022

#2

Sam’s fiftieth birthday isn’t much of an event. They don’t do much for their birthdays, never have, and even milestones have gotten lost in the general maelstrom that their lives became. When he was eighteen he ran away from home and felt so gut-shot horrible about it that he puked five times on the Greyhound taking him to what he’d thought was a new clean future. On his thirtieth he was in a coma in a hospital, getting nonconsensually filled with an angel. The years in between, May 2nd was a nonevent, other than a bloody reminder of bad times that weren’t far enough in the past.

In 2033, it’s different. Still reminders but they do feel distant. Some glass partition that’s slid down, between the bad old days and the current ones. They’re good, Sam guesses, but more than anything they’re---neutral. They’re exactly the days that he makes out of them, every morning. Lot of lives he could have had that would be worse than this one, and he knows that better than any other human in the universe, bar one.

It’s a Tuesday. A cool morning, for May. Sam goes for a run, like always. He comes back to the coffee not started, like always, so he starts it, and then goes and takes a shower. His knee hurts but not any more than his knee usually hurts, these days. Jeans, a sweater. The bunker seems colder than it used to, but then he’s a little skinnier than he used to be. A sweatshirt helps.

In the kitchen he pours two cups, and walks them careful back down through the halls to room fourteen. The door’s still just cracked and it’s dark inside, and he’s quiet as he sets the one mug on the bedside table but there’s a rustle, anyway. “Oh,” Dean says, and coughs phlegmy, and Sam wrinkles his nose but murmurs, “Sorry.” A waved hand, pale peeking out of the blankets, and then it gropes for the coffee. Sam shakes his head, goes to leave---thinking of the book he’s got split on the arm of his favorite chair in the library---but his knee’s hooked before the first coffee slurp is even over, and he waits. 

“Ugh,” Dean says, like always---Sam rolls his eyes, like always---but then there’s a little tug at Sam’s jeans and he sits, obediently, and waits for Dean to gulp down half the mug, and even in the half-light from the hall he can see the grimace. Dean sighs, putting the mug back on the table. “One day you’re going to learn the right amount of grounds to put in, dude.”

“One day you’re going to get up early enough to make your own, dude,” Sam says, and Dean blows a half-hearted raspberry. Even with the queen mattress they moved in here years ago, there’s not much room; Sam props himself up with one hand on the other side of Dean’s hip. Sips his coffee, looks at Dean waking up. Even with a drool smear he’s clumsily wiping off his jaw it’s a nice sight.

Dean curls an arm under his head, stretching his legs out lazily. “Fifty years of being my little brother, you oughta have realistic expectations,” Dean says, airy, but there’s a little smile curled in through his beard, and Sam pauses with his cup lifted halfway to his mouth. Surprised, sort of, and then not surprised. He finishes the sip and then sets his mug next to Dean’s, and when he leans down Dean’s already tilting his chin up for a kiss. Coffee and morning breath, and the soft scratch of beard. If he had any tension in him anywhere it’s gone, just from the taste of him, in the warmth of their bed in the morning. Dean’s fingers slip through his hair where it’s still wet at the back, slide down to hook into the v of his sweater. Sam pulls away from his mouth, kisses his cheek instead, and Dean huffs and pushes him back, just fingertip pressure but Sam sways easy with it, propped over Dean, thinking---nothing. Nothing at all.

“Want to go over to Marlow’s and get burgers for lunch?” Dean says, after a little while of looking all over Sam’s face. Sam wonders what he sees. He’s content to wonder. “And I got a good lead on a bottle of scotch that might just be hidden somewhere in the library.”

“Oh, a mystery,” Sam says, dry, and Dean smiles at him outright, easy, no smirking or holding back, and god, he’s just. He’s so. Sam smiles back, helpless to do otherwise. “Yeah,” he says, and then has to clear his throat of thickness. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Cool,” Dean says, casual, like he didn’t just catch Sam in the middle of loving him. 

Just another day in the life, together. Every morning that’s true---Sam wouldn’t  be caught dead calling it a gift, certainly anywhere that Dean could hear it, but. It’s something, all right.

“Maybe after some scotch you’ll let me do that thing you’re embarrassed you like,” Dean says, and Sam refocuses to find Dean looking a little less sweet than previously, and---goddamn him, it’s not fair that after fifty years he can still make Sam---

“Dude, cut it out,” Sam says, and Dean grins filthy and says, “Come on, remember? That time in Germantown where I got your leg bent back to your shoulder and---”

“I hate you,” Sam says, getting up, and Dean crows back, “Oh, I know how you do,” and just for that Sam takes both coffee mugs with him, and what’s so supremely irritating about Dean is that Sam’s flushed (not blushing, thanks) and annoyed and is now thinking about how his knee isn’t so bad today that they won’t be able to do---that---which he’s not embarrassed by, he just doesn’t like how he gets so out of his mind when Dean---when they---

Dean’s cackling back in the nest of blankets. Sam heads determinedly out of range and thinks about pouring the rest of the coffee down the sink, just for retribution, but it’d be a waste of good coffee. 

That night, in bed, after lunch and a movie and scotch and then other things and then clean-up, because even if Dean doesn’t mind it Sam’s never going to like sleeping like that---Dean curls up to his back, kisses behind his ear. “Happy day, man,” he says. “Many more.”

“Minimalist,” Sam says, and Dean snorts. Sam covers Dean’s hand, where it’s settled naturally over his breastbone, and thinks of all the days to come.

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My #1 post of 2022

hello, hello -- happy w.w. to all who celebrate -- and as part of that delightful day, I wanted to get a sense of interest in a similar project that might have a slightly wider scope. You'll see the details in the linked google form.

Fandom's not *dead*, it's just... tired. And busy. And overstimulated-while-simultaneously-not-taking-anything-in. And sometimes people feel like they can't send a message or leave a comment or whatever because a) they just didn't have time when they saw it, or b) because they thought the post was too 'old' and it might feel weird, or c) who knows! Tons of reasons. But, in general, it's the interaction and communication that makes fandom feel alive, so -- we want to encourage that! Wouldn't that be fun? A little 'hey, I see you!' across the various dashboards.

It'd be super helpful if you'd take the little survey. (It's seriously little: two questions plus an optional short answer.) Share it widely! Tell your friends! Tell your enemies! And then, at some point, a later project (with an actual title) may come your way.

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i was tagged by @magickastiel @vegancas & @bloodydeanwinchester 💋💋💋

last song: wow haven't listened to music since nov 5th... according to spotify the last song i listened to was "left alone" by fiona apple

last movie: hmmmm i think this was train to busan

last show: supernatural but idk if it counts lol othwerwise i've watched abbott elementary last

currently reading: im in a bit of a rereading kick and checking other fics by the same authors, but right now i opened "of secrets and storm" (tumblr post link)

currently working on: i'm about to make a gifset for my "dean is once again on the floor" gif series lol

favourite colour: i've always been a big fan of purple

sweet/savoury/spicy: spicy

coffee/tea/cocoa: cocoa

craving: mum is making crepes and i can smell them and yuuuum i can't wait to eat some with rosehip jam

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Denial and Devotion

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x f. reader

Word Count: 880

This fic contains: preludes to smut, implied smut, amnesia, mentions of squirting and fingering, reader was a Soldier Boy fangirl (like me fr xD), toxic celebrity culture?

Summary: You are in denial that you slept with the Supe you used to crush on.

Notes: I'm just a girl that writes Soldier Boy fanfic at 2am knowing damn well I have work at 9am flksdghk this gif replays in my brain every waking moment of the day I literally hate how hot he is >:( This is my weekly contribution to @flashfictionfridayofficial’s prompt no. 241: Hour of Denial

The moment you rose from your slumber, you knew something was wrong. First off, you woke up in a room that you did not recognize. Then, you realized the cotton sheets of the unfamiliar bed clung close to your bare skin as if you had slept in it before. 

You attempted to lift yourself out the bed, but your muscles were weak, soreness more prominent in your hips and thighs. As you winced in discomfort, your eyes widened upon the discolored love bites scattered over your body. Your eyes finally glanced to the opposite side of the bed, only to discover the person occupying it was none other than Soldier Boy.

When you were younger, Soldier Boy was your first crush. At the time, he was presumed dead, but your father would tell you stories about how he was one of the greatest superheroes to ever live. Your childhood room was covered in Soldier Boy posters and you had a doll of him that never left the box. As you got older, you conducted more research on the man you worshiped, but eventually learned that he was a monster in a superhero costume. As a result, you ripped the posters to shreds and finessed some cash off the doll in hopes to erase any trace of your Soldier Boy phase. 

You stared in disbelief at the same man that lay peacefully asleep. Your mind raced with questions. The only logical answer to all of them was that you were dreaming. To test the theory, you pinched your forearm as hard as you could. After cursing from the pain, you tried another method by poking Soldier Boy in his meaty bicep. Without fluttering his eyes open, he grunted in annoyance and rolled over. 

If your head wasn’t already spinning, it definitely was at this very moment. You slithered out of the bed, making sure not to disturb the sleeping man, and frantically searched for your clothes. In a hurried attempt, you shimmied back into your little black dress from the night before. Regardless of whether this was all a dream or not, you silently vowed that you are remaining sober for the rest of the month. 

“Where you going so fast, sweetheart?” You turned toward the groggy voice that belonged to Soldier Boy, who was propped up against the bed frame with his muscular torso in view. It felt as if no time had passed since the beginning stages of your devotion to Soldier Boy. Your eyes scanned over his physique with a hunger that only he could satisfy. Heat radiated your body and you stood paralyzed in your unzipped dress, leaving enough uncovered for his imagination to run wild.

As Soldier Boy hopped out of bed, you swiftly turned away as his thick cock unveiled from the thin sheets. He began walking towards you, but you ignored him by fiddling with the zipper on your back. You grew frustrated with the zipper’s defiance the closer the beefy supe inched towards you. His intense stare begged for your attention until he took matters into his own hands by lifting your chin up to his gaze. Your heart pounded against your chest as his green eyes studied your face. Except there was no studying necessary.

“I’m a little embarrassed by this,” you laughed nervously, “but I don’t remember anything from last night.”

Soldier Boy smirked. “Want me to give you a reminder?”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary.” You paused. You may not have been as infatuated with the supe as much as you once were, but you didn’t want to come off as rude. “I mean…I’m sure last night was great but I shouldn’t impose-“

“Great? Well if you define squirting on my fingers and cock until you begged me to stop as great then maybe I gotta fuck you harder.” 

You were about to let out a moan, but quickly masked it with a sigh. Every part of you wanted to hate him but the ache in between your legs betrayed your voice of reason.

“You can play the ex-fangirl game all you want, but you and I know you never truly get over your first crush.” There wasn’t a more pathetic feeling than regressing back into that naive girl who treated a flawed superhero like a god. 

Suddenly, your back hit the wall and Soldier Boy towered over you, his arm the only thing keeping him from pressing you against the wall to grind into your core. His free hand hooked under the strap of your dress, slowly pulling it off your shoulder. As the dress pooled around your feet, he lightly kissed the crook of your neck, electricity coursing your blood as his beard pricked your skin.

His hot breath fanned over your ear. “There’s no need to deny me anymore, sweetheart. I’m here for you to worship and fulfill all your pretty little fantasies.”

Fuck it.

All your common sense flew out the window as you desperately smashed your lips against his. Gripping your wrists, he pinned you against the wall before grinding his semi hard cock against your wet pussy. 

Soldier Boy may have been the biggest pain in your ass, literally and figuratively, but he was right about you never fully recovering from your first crush.

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Stay Pt. 1

Warnings: Nothing really explicit. Cheating. Infidelity. Bad marriage mentioned briefly. Relationship issues.

Summary: It's been a long time since Y/N felt this way.

Pairings: Dean x Y/N

Word Count: 416

A/N: This was written for @deanwanddamons Rock SPN Flash Fan Fic Challenge 3. I was given the song Run to You by Bryan Adams. I switched the roles in the song. Here, it's the woman who's unhappy in her relationship and desperate for someone else. But I feel like the sentiments are the same, and that it evokes the feeling of the song. 😊 Thanks for hosting this challenge once again, my dear! I love them!

A/N 2: This is a part one of a 5 part story. But this one part can also act as a stand alone drabble for the challenge. ❤️

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It started innocently. She never planned it. He was just so beautiful, and it had been so long since someone had looked at her that way. He smiled at her and she could see the wicked thoughts brewing behind his eyes.

His stunning emerald eyes.

He was an FBI agent asking questions about some murders that had taken place in the hotel she worked at. They'd been gruesome, and she'd been afraid to go back to work. Her husband ignored her and simply said she was being melodramatic.

But Dean assured her she wasn't.

"Nothin' wrong with some good, healthy fear. Keeps you sharp." He told her in his deep, gravelly voice. " Might save your life one day."

A few days later he showed up on her doorstep, reassuring her that he and his partner had caught the bad guy and she was safe. She was grateful and invited him in for a coffee before he headed back to D.C. She had no intentions of anything more.

Then he sat beside her on the couch, and he smelled so good, and instead of a suit this time, he was wearing jeans and a plaid flannel shirt over a t-shirt and under a green canvas jacket. It occurred to her that he was wearing far too many layers. She stood up, intending to take his jacket for him, and instead shocked herself by straddling his lap.

He stared up at her with surprise that quickly turned to heat; he hooked his thick fingers into her belt loops and tugged her forward so she was flush against him.

"You sure about this, sweetheart. I don't usually fool around with married women."

But even as he spoke, he moved his hand up under the hem of her t-shirt to run his big hand over her back. He unsnapped her bra effortlessly and she gasped and then bit into her lip, before answering breathlessly.

“I’m sure, I mean, I think I’m sure.”

His hands stilled immediately and he looked up at her intensely. “You need to decide, Y/N. Say the word and I’m gone.”

There were voices in her mind telling her that she was being immoral, that she was cheating, that no matter how awful her marriage had become, this was wrong. But they were drowned out by her screaming need for the man beneath her. She rolled her hips against him and her panties flooded at the harsh groan that left his sinful mouth.

“No, stay.”

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“We can’t just fuck on the side of the road!”

“Can’t we?”

For Dean 😈

 January 24th

Chapter 14 - The Neighbour.

A/N | @munstysmind sent me this ask after I already wrote the chapter but the prompt (in Bold) fit perfectly.

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Summary | It’s Dean’s birthday...

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Word count | 2.6k

Warnings | 18 + Only! Fluff & NSFW

Pairings | Dean x Alana.

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Alana had grabbed a quick shower, she puts on her best lacy underwear before pulling on her coat and a pair of heels. She knocks on Deans door, but he doesn't seem to be in, using her key opening the door she realizes his apartment is empty. She pulls out her phone, sending him a text on the way back to her apartment.

A: Happy Birthday, handsome! I came to see you with your present...but you weren't in? xx

D: Thank you sweetheart! Yeah, I have a car that needs to be out before 10! :( My dad was going to finish it, but I have been working it on all week. It's a shame I missed that, free tonight? x

A: Boo! For you..I'm always free! ;) xx

D: Great! As it's my birthday, I'll let you make the plans ;) x

A: Oh the plans I have for you! ;) xx

D: Can't wait ;) :D x

She had an idea, she pulls on a dress and made her way to the car park.

Twenty minutes later...

She pulls up outside his family auto shop, she notices him under a car, her heels click as the concrete floor. She steps between his legs, "I'll be with you in a second!" he calls out and she leans against the car.

A few minutes later he rolls out from under the car, his eyes adjust "Alana? Whatcha doing here?"  

He stands smiling at her, "well, I've been having a bit of a problem with my car!" he could see right through her, but he doesn't argue "where's your car?" she nods over to her car.

"What's wrong with it?" he asks, looking around her car, "It makes a scraping noise going round corners, from the left side" Dean locks up the repair shop, "get in the car!" he tells her.

She gets into the passenger seat, he gets in next to her and starts the engine before racing down the road.

"Are you sure something wrong with it? I don't hear anything!"

"Like I said, it only happens when I go round corners!" she wasn't lying she did hear a scraping noise driving her car..........back in the UK. Which her Dad said he'd get sorted ready for her visit home in a couple of weeks.

He saw a turning up ahead, he took it sharply, it leads onto a dirt track road, "I can't hear anything, sweetheart"

She laughed not able to keep up the pretence any longer, "ok, I did hear a scraping in my car, but back home last summer! Dad said it's my disc pad or brake pads I think.... I don't know"

He pulls the car into the side of the deserted road and cuts the engine.

He turns to her and lifts his eyebrows, clearly impressed, "so you lied?"

"I did! I just wanted to see you!"

A teasing smile appears on his face, "you could have just said that"

"But then we wouldn't be in a car on an abandon road!" she smugly grins at him.

She looks round, no one in sight, "We can’t just fuck on the side of the road!" he says before she hops into the back seat, making sure her underwear is visible as she climbs over the seats "Can’t we?" she smirks before she rests against the leather in the back, he is climbing over claiming her lips.

Their lips fuse together, the pads of his fingers glide over her soaked pearl, he smirks against her lips, "someone's eager!"

"This someone was hoping to have you this morning!" she drags his lips back to hers, her hand unbuckles his belt before unbuttoning his jeans and push down his boxers.

He pushes her panties to the side, running his hardened shaft against her before pushing into her and she grasps his lip between her teeth. Her legs wrap around him and her heels dig into his arse, his hips slowly piston forward into hers letting her adjust to him.

She moans into his mouth, "Fuck!" he thrust forward into her and harder. Her walls clench around him and her arms wrap around his neck as their lips are fused together.

Later...

They pair pull up to the auto shop, she cups his face and presses her lips to his. She pulls away slightly "Thanks for giving the car the once over!" she gives him a smirk, "any time, sweetheart!"

There is a knock against the drivers window, looking up its Dean's Dad, Dean opens the door and jumps out and Alana does the same. "Ah Alana, isn't it?" his Dad smiles at her, "yeah, it is! Sorry, pulled Dean away from work! I thought my car was making a weird noise, probably not used to the noises it makes having the stereo up so loud" she jokes.

"Ahh, don't worry about it, is your car ok?" he looks to Dean, "Yes, seems fine!" Dean tries not to blush. Looking down, she spots them in the back seat.... her panties, "I'm John by the way. I think we've met a few times," he brings her attention back to him, "yeah...erm yes! We have but just in passing?!" She looks to Dean.

"Yeah, Alana this is my Dad John," he smiles, "you're the girl that has my boy smiling like a schoolboy?" John teases him, "oh..really?!" She tilts her head to the side.

"Ok, I better get back to work," he tries to change the subject, "Ahh! Dean, why don't you take the rest of the day off and spend it with the lovely Alana here?" Dean looks over to Alana and his Dad, John pulls out his wallet "here take this, you kids go out for lunch on me!" John hands Dean money, "but promise you will bring her to the birthday meal at the weekend? Your Mom will kill me if she finds out I met Alana before her! That's if Alana wants to come?"

John and Dean look over to her, "If that's ok with Dean?" she meets his eyes, he smiles "yeah, it will be nice to have you there," she knew this meant he was serious about her, he hadn't introduced anyone to his parents.

"You kids get outta here, and I'll see you on Saturday Alana" John winks knowingly as he gets back to work on a car.

Dean and Alana head home, they end up taking a shower together.

Dean decided he just wanted to go to Jack's for a beer, a burger and a game of pool with his friends.

Later...

Alana had already organized Dean’s birthday with Cas a few days ago, knowing Dean would spend it at Jack's, Cas invited everyone Alana didn't have contact details for.

As they arrive, everyone erupted into a "Happy Birthday!" screech, looking round the room, he saw a few of his friends in the decorated bar.

"Hey guys! Wow! T-This is great!" he smiles brightly not expecting them to have gone to all this effort. He greets them with a bear hug, Sam and John brought a surprise with them, "hey son! We got something for you," John leads his son to the other side of the bar where there is a mechanical bull, "oh right!" Dean quickly jumps on, a few seconds later the bull starts to move, twist, turn and bucks to throw him off, but he manages to keep his balance and stay on.

"Hell yeah!" he chants as it pulls to a stop with his still hanging on, "Alana! Come and have a go" she shook her head "nah, I'm fine. Thanks" Dean wasn't taking no for an answer he pulled her over "Dean! I'll fall flat on my face"

"You won't. I'll get on with you, I won't let you fall. I promise," he gave her that grin she couldn't say no to, "fine! But if I fall I'm holding you accountable" she promises him, he helps her onto the bull before jumping behind her, the bull starts up startling her "whoa!"

"Hey, it's ok, I got you!" he whispers before he pulls her back into him, one hand on the rope and the other on her hip, "but birthday boy who's got you?" she teases before she shoves him off.

As he falls to the padded floor, she laughs, "oops, sorry!" she puts her hand to her mouth pretending to be innocent as she holds her balance, he chuckles before smirking at her "Imma get you back for that sweetheart. You just wait!" he winks at her as he moves to watch her from the sidelines. She just manages to stay on when the bull stops, John jumps on next, she makes her way over to Dean, "have you ridden before? You seem like a natural!"

"Not a horse!" she winks, "what can I say my current teacher is very good!" she teases him, making him choke on his beer as he hands her a glass of wine. They watch their friends each have a go on the bull with some failing to stay on.

An hour later...

Charlie just needs to pocket the eight ball and she's won against Alana, "left pocket" Charlie shoots pocketing the black ball into the left pocket, "crap!" the pair laugh, "another go?" Charlie baits her, "what to lose again?" Alana bows admitting defeat.

"I'll play you, Alana!" she hears him call out, "what so you can beat me too?!" she turns in Dean's direction.

"C'mon, I'll go easy on you!" he winks, she decided to play him knowing she really knew how to play thanks to her Dad teaching her at the local pub back home. "Alright, cowboy lets see what ya got?!" she winks at him.

He set the balls up, ready "ladies first!" he gestures towards the table she steps in front of him "don't go easy on me" she gives him a flirtatious smile. Bending over the table lining up her cue making sure her curves, press against his crotch as she takes her turn.

Two stripe balls get pocketed, she stands back up "I guess that makes me stripes!" she says to him before she takes another go. As she leans over the table again, he stands behind her, he whispers in her ear "let's raise the stakes...if you win I'll strip for you and if I win...you strip!"  

She smirks as she takes her next shot pocking two more balls "better get ready to lose those clothes birthday boy" she teases him. "The game isn't over yet, sweetheart!" she takes another go missing the pocket, "dammit!" she hisses, he smugly smirks at her, "looks like you will be losing your clothes darling!" he closely moves past her.

He takes his turn, she jumps up onto the side of the table next to him "who says that wasn't my plan all along?!" she lifts her dress enough for him to see the black lace at her hips. He misses the ball, "awww, Dean...you missed!" she teases before jumping down, to take her go, she leans over the table and lines up her cue, Dean's hand run up the back of her leg to her apex, the pads of his fingers skim over the lace.

She misses, "that wasn't fair!" she shook her head, "I play to win sweetheart!" he quickly takes his go and pockets the black eight ball, "YES!" he cheers as he finishes the game. He smirks at her "let me know when you want to go home!" she winks, "there's my baby!" they hear a voice say.

They turn towards the voice, "Mom!" Dean rushes to the blonde woman, "happy birthday, Dean!" she hugs him and he wraps her up in his arms, "Mom! I thought you were working tonight?" she pulls away, "I was, but it was slow tonight so Jess said she'll cover me and here I am"

"That's great! Mom actually there is someone I want you to meet," he turns holding his hand out to Alana, "I think you might have met briefly, this is Alana..." Mary cuts him off "Alana the girl your dad was telling me about. Nice to finally meet you, you're coming to dinner at the weekend right? I'm Mary by the way!"

She moves towards them both, "Mary, hi! It's nice to meet you. I'm looking forward to Saturday, do you want me to bring anything?" Dean wraps his arm around her waist, Mary notices and smiles at the pair.

"Maybe a bottle of wine?" Mary tells her, "that I can do!" she laughs, Dean kisses her cheek. "I'm going to look for your Da...." she turns noticing the mechanical bull "is that...?" her eyes light up, "yeah, Sam and Dad arranged it" Mary rushes over to it.

The pair follows her over to watch, Mary holds on as the bull bucks, "I call dibs next!" Dean heard his Louisiana accent, turning he spots his dear friend Benny "Benny, buddy!" Dean brings him in for a hug, Benny pats him on the back, "happy birthday!"

The pair pulls apart, "so good to see you! How's your Mom?" Dean asks, "she's better enough to tell me to stop fussing, so I'm back in town and by the looks of it just in time too!" he nods towards the bull Mary is still holding steady.

Benny looks towards Alana who's stood next to Dean watching Mary, "Benny you remember Alana?" he pulls her into him, wrapping his arm over her shoulder, "y-your n-neighbour Alana?" he looks to Dean with a question hanging over his head, "yeah, Alana now my girl" he chuckles.

"Benny! Hi, how are you?" she smiles, "better than you if you're dating this one!" he joked, "hey!" Dean says playfully, "I'm kidding, I've been waiting for you two, to get it together. He's been holding a torch for you for years anyone could see it!"

Alana looks up at him, "oh really?"

"He didn't know it, but I could see it!" Benny teases him, "anyways, you having a go?" Dean nods towards the bull, "I ain't leaving til I do"

A little later...

Dean is sitting on a bar stool at the bar, Alana stood between his legs when Dean isn't looking she gives Sam the nod and he rushes into the kitchen. A few minutes later the lights go out and every starts to sing, "happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Dean, happy birthday to you!" Sam stands there with his cake.

"Make a wish!" Alana nods towards it, Dean is grinning ear to ear, he blows out the candles and everyone cheers. The lights come back on she smiles at him, "what did you wish for?" her hands drape over his shoulders, his hands rest on her hips, "you know I couldn't think of a damn thing I wanted...I have everything I need" he winks making her blush.

Later...

"Are you sure you don't need me to help you to take him to bed?" Sam asks as she unlocks the door, Sam is holding a drunk Dean up. "Nah, I'll be fine." she takes over, "I'll see you Saturday!" Sam says "S-S-Sam, I-I-I lobe y-y-you!" Dean says with slurred words, "love you too bubby! Get to bed, bye Alana" Sam starts to make his way down the stairs.

"Night Sam!" She calls as she helps Dean through the door and into her flat, "right, mister lets get you to bed!"

"W-W-What a-a-abouts my strip tease?!" he slurs, "I'll do it when you aren't so drunk!" she laughs as they reach her bedroom, "right, now you need water and sleep!" he collapses onto the bed.

He pulls the pillow to cuddle, "y-y-you a-r-r-r-re amazing," she smiled "thank you, I'm gonna go and get you some water. I'll be back in a minute"

He kicks off his shoes, "I love you!" he says as his eyes drift, stopping her in her tracks, she looks back at him fast asleep.

She smiles, "I love you too, Dean!" she continues to get him a glass of water...

Chapter 15

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"It's about time we had a little faith in 2020."

---- The Plot: The End ----

-(based on true events)

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

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

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

Enjoy!

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Confidentiality - Chapter 1: The Conference Call

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary: Four months. Four long months that she’s been hiding in lockdown. So when everything starts to go back to normal again, she’s going back to work as Jensen’s handler for the first Supernatural convention after the pandemic.

Chapter Warnings: A little angst, a dash of fluff

WC: 1703

A/N: For this fic, let’s pretend Jensen is single and the pandemic was over and done with after four months. Also I’m sorry ugh, it’s been a while since I wrote Jensen. 

Beta’d by: @dean-winchesters-bacon​​ <3

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It’s Monday and Y/N is sitting in a darkened room as she starts up her laptop for today’s work meeting. She had drawn the blinds already, hiding her surroundings from her workmates.

The light on the nightstand illuminates the room enough for the people in the video call to see her features. That’s all they need to see, really. 

Logging onto her laptop with her password, she clicks open the email client, and selects her calendar. The cursor travels over the highlighted block and she clicks on it, searching for the login link to the Zoom meeting. 

It’s 4.56 PM, she still has four minutes left. Wonders if she should click on the link and let the computer connect or if she should wait. She’d hate to be one of the first ones because that’s always awkward. She would spend time talking nonsense with whoever was as eager as her to join a meeting too soon. 

4.58 PM. Now is a good time, probably. Not too early and she’d hate even more to be the last one. 

Moving her mouse over the link, she clicks on it and a window with the meeting pops open. There’s another click and then she’s there, her laptop camera lights up with a green light, signaling that she too can be seen. 

Seeing herself on screen is not something she enjoys. She nervously rights her hair, arranges it so nobody will notice the hickey that she tried to hide with concealer ten minutes before. It’s a fresh one, one he just gave her an hour ago, even though he knew full well that she’s going to have a meeting. It's her own fault because she had let him, always gets so fucking weak when he nibbles at her throat.

Y/N joins as the six people are talking about something. Nonsense, she guesses. She doesn’t really listen. 

There should be ten people in the meeting to discuss the upcoming Supernatural Convention. The first convention after the lockdown. 

“Hi,” she says and waves, because that’s what every newcomer does and she’s greeted with Hello’s and Hi’s back. 

But there’s one guy already sitting in there, looking like he owns the whole fucking internet, and she doesn’t know how he does it with the lighting but he looks downright pretty. It’s not really fair. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Jensen greets her by name. Of course he does, because he likes to rile her up. He’s also the only one who’s so abso-fucking-lutely cheery. “How are you?”

She smirks, “I’m fine, thank you. I hope you are too.”

Keeping it professional, that’s what she can and will do.

“Good,” Jensen nods and opens his mouth to say something more but he gets cut off by her boss who’s taking the lead. 

Y/N doesn’t say much, doesn’t have anything to say anyway during the first ten minutes of the conversation. Lowering her face, she takes notes because it’s a prep meeting where they get informed how it will work out and to see how the spirit of the people involved is for the upcoming convention — which she’s really excited about. It has been a while. 

Jensen and Jared do a lot of talking, as they want to know the details on how to make the experience great for the fans after everyone’s been holed up for so long. And she loves that. She always loved how they actually really care, unlike other show’s leads. There are some points that still need to be talked through and Y/N just sits back and watches. She could watch Jensen talk for days, it’s really mesmerizing. 

His hair is long, his beard too. Jensen’s new look is completely different from Dean. It makes him look softer, and rounds up the edges of his jawline. The graying of his beard doesn’t make him less attractive, and that’s also something that she thinks it’s unfair. She hopes they will let him keep it for the convention. Hopes that he won’t let them talk him out of it because ‘some fans might want to meet Dean and not Jensen’. It’s going to be another month until they go back to filming, so it’s actually feasible. She’s sure that apart from a select few, the majority of fans would love to take a photo with this look and she can’t blame them one bit.

It’s going to be weird when the look is gone. Honestly, she needed some time to get used to it herself, but it has really grown on her. Maybe she’ll mourn the loss — just a little.

“So, let’s recap,” Gina, her boss, says and Y/N snaps her mind back to reality, “Jared’s flying in on Friday already because you want to visit some friends, right?”

“Correct,” Jared nods his head in approval. “You did book the hotel for three nights for me, right?” The question is directed to her co-worker, Julian, who’s responsible for the boys' travel arrangements. 

“Yeah, I did,” Julian says with a nod of his head.

Gina nods, “Good, so Jensen, I see that you’re flying in on Saturday evening as per usual?”

“Yes.” Jensen says. He looks into his screen and licks his lips. She hates that she knows that he’s looking at her.

“I want you girls to be there on Friday evening at the latest? We’ll also go for dinner on Saturday and go over the Sunday schedule.”

“Uh, yes. I’ll be there,” Hannah and Kristin say in unison. Kristin is responsible for Misha but since Misha is also attending Sunday, she sits into the meeting as a formality.

That’s Y/N’s cue.

“I-I’m, uh, sorry, I’m still in the middle of booking my flight but yeah, I’ll be there on Friday.” 

It was a huge issue with Jensen and they’d argued today about the flight. He doesn’t want her to leave until the last possible minute but now she has the confirmation that she has to be there on Friday already.

She sees Jensen raising an eyebrow and hates him for it because he distracts her.

“Okay,” her boss nods, “Jared and Jensen, I’ll have someone picking you up.”

Jared smiles, “Okay.”

“Great,” Jensen huffs out. She can see that he’s a little irritated about something.

The others don’t seem to have noticed, but she does. Jared notices as well, but apart from him clearing his throat, he doesn’t say a word.

“Right, I need to hurry to another meeting. Boys, I’ll see you Sunday!” Gina addresses the boys before waving goodbye, and disconnects. People in the meeting follow her and disappear one by one.

Y/N too, disconnects and is about to shut down her laptop when a skype call interrupts her.

Ugh.

It’s Jensen.

As soon as she picks up, her screen lights up and the view of his face almost blinds her. Honestly, it’s like staring into the sun. Nonetheless, she rolls her eyes because of the things he pulled in the meeting. 

“Why are you rolling your eyes at me?” He asks, seemingly oblivious. 

She groans with another eye roll, “Because you tried to distract me the entire conference call!”

“Excuse me? I wasn’t the one who was trying to undress you with my eyes.”

Y/N cocks an eyebrow, frowning at him. There’s a beat of silence until he groans.

“Fine, alright, I did. Sorry, okay? And why didn’t you say that we’re going to fly in together on Saturday like we said we would?” There’s something about the way he looks and she detects disappointment. 

“As far as I remember, we did not settle on that because you ended up distracting me again and gave me a fucking hickey. And besides,” she sighs, “Nobody should know.”

“Would it really be so bad, Y/N?”

“Jensen, are we really going to have this conversation over Skype?”

“Fine,” he scoffs and stands up abruptly, walking out of the frame. 

Great.

Abandoning her laptop, Y/N proceeds to walk to the window to open up the blinds again. Walking back, she switches off the only other light source, and as if on cue, the door opens.

“Shall we have the conversation face to face instead?” Jensen asks as he barges in, walks to the bed of his guest room, and sits down. He rubs a hand through his long hair, scratches at his beard before he looks at her. 

“I rather not have it at all, but yet here we are, huh?” She strides over to stand in front of him and Jensen looks up, his features are so fucking soft, it makes her weak.

“Why don’t you want them to know? And I’m sure they would let it slide if you flew in on Saturday instead of Friday. You’re only responsible for me anyway and we’re a good team.” His hand reaches out for her, tugs at her wrist, uses his strength to pull her onto the bed with him. 

Y/N lands on her back with a squeal and Jensen takes the opportunity, looming over her and looking down at her. Her hand goes up, strokes his hair back, fingertips tracing along his beard.

“Because the only reason I’m still employed is because you let them put in the contract that you want me as your handler and no one else. They would absolutely hate it if they found out I was fucking their talent.”

Jensen chuckles, his nose touching hers, “That’s not true.”

“What’s that?”

“If anything, it’s me fucking you.” His irresistible smile makes Y/N melt a little before he kisses her. 

He lingers too long, kisses her too softly, too sweetly, knowing what effect his kisses have on her. 

Pushing at his chest, she makes him break the kiss, “I should look for a flight.”

“No,” he chuckles and pecks her lips.

“Jensen!”

“Okay, fine,” he pushes himself up, “but only because I have an interview scheduled.”

Right, he does. It’s going to be an hour long.

“You want me to make dinner to have it ready when you’re finished?” She asks while she sits up and walks over to her laptop.

“Nah, I’ll eat you,” Jensen winks before he walks out.

Chapter 2

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Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Latina!Reader, former Jensen Ackles x Danneel 

Story Warnings: Angst, Self doubt, Cussing, smut, fluff etc. Each part will have appropriate tags 

Summary: Y/N has been Jensen’s personal assistant for ten years, and in that time they’ve gotten comfortable with usual routines. However when Jensen asks something of her, then at last minute rejects the idea, she sees that maybe it’s best to stay professional and if things get worse, quit altogether.

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Here’s every pieces I wrote about Jensen Ackles, to read for Dean Winchester, please refer to the Supernatural masterlist!

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Stranger (Series) 

Summary: Panic attacks, anxiety, fear of crowds. You are well accustomed to that reality. One day, you decide you have enough of being scared and brave your fears by going to a Supernatural convention by yourself. But you’re not the only one getting a panic attack that day. Only, he doesn’t know how to calm it down. Lucky for him, a stranger well accustomed to panic attacks passes by. And sometimes, talking to a stranger is easier.

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Yes... Yes! (NSFW)

Summary: Sometimes, it happens. And when it happens, when he starts looking at you like that, like a predator in front of its prey, when his voice, deep, raw, order you around, when his body language screams dominance, there’s only one thing you can do.

Say yes. To everything he asks.

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All The Things I Miss About You (NSFW)

Summary: It’s been a while since you’ve seen Jensen. You missed him. But he missed you more. And the moment you step into the hotel room, he shows you exactly how much he missed you.

Jensen fucks you against the wall, that’s the fic.

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Under Pressure

Summary: After a long time without seeing him, Jensen is finally home for the weekend. He’s under a lot of pressure at work, so you decide to do a little something to cheer him up.

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Bubbles and Soap

Summary: You’re always cold, that’s why you love baths so much. When you come back from work, there’s a warm bath waiting for you, but that’s not the hottest thing in the bathroom...

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Guitare and Cinnamon

Summary: After the best bath ever, you come out to the sweetest melody. Christmas carols have never been sweeter than when Jensen is singing them.

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Time for a Party

Summary:  There’s a Christmas party with all the Supernatural cast. Your best friend, Felicia Day, invited you to join. Parties never were something you really enjoyed, but you accepted for her. When the pressure of meeting so many people gets too strong, you take a little break outside. It just happened he needed a break too.

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The Challenge of the Year 

Summary: When Jared dared everyone to drink eggnog, he had no idea you would be that motivated. When Jensen exposed what the winner will get, he had no idea you would win that fast.

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The Night of the Year (The Challenge of the Year part 2)

Summary: You won a challenge, and now, Jensen freaking Ackles has to do everything you want for 24 hours. You immediately get a lot of ideas, but nothing prepares you for what happened that night. The night of the year.

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The Year Everything Changed (The Challenge of the Year part 3) (NSFW)

Summary: The next day, you’re welcomed with a hangover, too much light and… Him. Sleeping on the floor. Half naked. Is that your dress he’s holding?

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Keep From Drowning

Summary: It’s like drowning, but without being underwater. It’s trying to swim, but not being able to move. It’s the cold numbing everything, but not the fear. It was supposed to help you, go back to the mountain after your dad past away. But then everything goes for the worst when an avalanche drowns you into darkness. Hurt, cold and scared, you’re not alone under the snow. You didn’t know it until now, but saving that stranger from the avalanche would also keep you from drowning…

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Behind The Trailer (NSFW)

Summary: One afternoon, you go visit your boyfriend, Jensen on the set of The Boys. But when you’re there, you can’t help but flirt with a certain British actor. What happens next is you and Jensen behind his trailer, him teaching you who you belong to.

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On Your Knees (NSFW)

Summary: On your knees, you were waiting. Waiting for him to tell you what to do. “Well,” he broke the silence, finally. “It won’t suck itself.”

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Naive (NSFW)

Summary: It’s your first acting role. So, of course you make mistakes. Of course, you’re stressed and freeze when it’s time to do the sexy scene. It's not your fault if biting your fingers and playing with your hair are your methods of stress relief. No matter what you do, the director always seem upset with you. You have no idea why until he asks you to meet on set way after shooting for a... private lesson.

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Cake by the Ocean (NSFW) Coming soon

Summary: It’s Jensen’s birthday and for the occasion, there’s a baking birthday cake competition at the convention. The best cake baker will get a prize. Though it’s not the price you thought it would be. Let’s just say it’s... Tastier than the cake.

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