#jensn ackles

[jawritter]

If It’s Meant to Be

Pt. 9

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! ANGST!!! 

Word Count: 2595

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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Sleep? What is that? Y/N wasn’t even sure anymore. Mostly because every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was Beau’s way to the adorable, kicked puppy face he’d been making ever since she showed up at the hospital to collect him. When she opened them, well, son of a bitch if he wasn’t just beyond the threshold of the door of her bedroom, lying on the couch. It did no good to close the door either, because she knew that he was still there, just beyond the door. Long, seven-hour sleep battle story later, well, let’s just say she didn’t sleep and stop being dramatic about it. 

Beau, if he was awake, he didn’t move around much or sit up at all during the night while she had the door open, so she assumed that he’d slept just fine, which pissed her off even more if she was being honest. Because she was grumpy when she didn’t get any sleep, and the fact that she was already pretty pissed at the handsome Alpha did not help her mood at all, even after she’d gotten out of bed for the hundredth time that night at two in the morning, and slammed to door shut so that she wouldn't’ have to see him lying there anymore. 

The shower she’d taken had done little to relieve the tense feeling in her chest either that morning before she dressed herself to get ready for work. Not that Tonya and Donno required a uniform or anything, still, she liked to at least show up for work looking presentable. Which usually meant a morning shower to help wake herself up, and then a light coating of makeup and at least fixing her hair somewhat for the day. But today, her mind was too stuck on the Alpha laying on her couch with the blanket wrapped up to his throat, which sent her anxiety through the ceiling, which made her not really care so much about what she looked like today, and in a continual, spiraling effect, caused her to forgo the makeup, and just throw her hair into a messy bun. 

She knew that really, she probably shouldn’t even go to work today, but going to work was a better option than being stuck in the house with an Alpha that offered her a Plan B pill at the thought of having his pups, so there’s that. 

Y/N took one last, disgusted look, at her reflection, shaking her head at the state of herself, but not in the mood to do anything about it, and ripped the bathroom door open to go and find whatever she did with her comfortable shoes for work. 

Normally, Y/N would just eat breakfast at the diner, because Donno usually cooked enough to feed an army in the morning, and Tonya and herself ate for free, but as she placed her empty coffee mug in the sink, the Omega in her whined loudly at the injured Alpha that was still laying on the couch, wrapped up in his throw blanket that was to small for him, and made his soak clad feet stick out.

He really was a pathetic sight if she did say so herself, and honestly, as angry and as hurt as she was by him, she couldn’t continuously leave the house without at least checking on the man to make sure he didn’t need anything before she left, even though the more human side of her was content to let him lay there miserable as she was and starve. She could be petty apparently, and that’s something she hadn’t realized about herself. 

With a deep, annoyed sigh, Y/N made her way over to where Beau was laying, carefully sniffing the air as she approached to make sure that he wasn’t in rut, because she could see the sweat causing his soft hair to stick to his forehead slightly, but she didn’t scent any rut in his warm, coffee, pine, and sandalwood scent. The very scent she hated to admit still made her shiver slightly, but she’d deal with that later. 

Concern creased her forehead as she knelt down in front of him, placing the back of her hand against his clammy skin to discover he did indeed have a fever. 

Beau grunted, but never opened his eyes as he shifted slightly on the sofa, turning his head away from her to face the back of the couch. Of course he would be off put by her touch, how stupid of her to think that he’d actually WANT her to take care of him. It wasn't like after their confrontation yesterday when they got there they’d had a giant, love filled, conversation with forgiveness, and heartfelt shit. Honestly, neither had said two damn words to one another again. She stayed locked in her room with a book, doing her best to ignore him, and he laid himself down on the couch with the phone, ignoring her. 

She quite honestly didn’t know what to do. He had a fever, but he didn’t smell like rut, so he wasn’t IN rut. He really didn’t want her to be his mate, he was just stuck there. He’d said he was going to try to contact his ex-wife, and as much as that fucking hurt, it was probably for the best, but here he was, and she hadn’t come to collect him. The fever could mean that he was about to go into a very bad rut, and then what? 

She was just about to say, ‘fuck it’, and leave him there to go to work when Beau jumped slightly, his eyes shooting open, and looking around widely until he registered where he was. She hurried back in surprise, and watched in silence as he grimaced and shivered before laying back down on the couch where he’d been. 

“You scared me,” he admitted, but said nothing as he sank deeper into his small throw blanket, shivering like he had a chill. He didn’t even bother reopening his eyes again. 

She stood there, eyes glued to him, jaw set tight, and in such inner turmoil that there were no real words to even describe what she was feeling. On one hand, the petty, mean side of her wanted to jerk the blank off of him, and throw it across the room before she left to go to work, just to make him have to get up and collect it, but the Omega inside of her was worried about him, and wouldn’t let her move one way or another. So she just stood there in a weird state of, help him, or leave him there. 

“I’ve got to go to work,” she announced after a while, and Beau cracked an eye at, laying there looking much like a wounded, disheveled lion that was NOT in the mood for anyone’s shit. “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t need any food or anything before I left.”

“‘M not hungry,” he murmured, “don’t feel all that great, just wanna sleep.”

He shivered harder, and Y/N instinctively knelt beside him again, causing his eyes to shoot open, but this time he didn’t flinch away when she reached to touch his forehead again, he felt even hotter than he had a moment ago, and that’s when the petty side of her shut up, and the worried Omega took over; whether she like it or not. 

“You’re burning up,” she mumbled out loud. “Do you feel like you’re going into rut?” 

Beau furrowed his brows in concentration for a moment, clearly trying to make his fever soaked brain register with the rest of his body. 

“No, no I don’t think I am, it doesn’t feel like it anyway,” he answered after a moment before grabbing the back of the couch with his good arm, and forcing himself to sit up, and Y/N backed up immediately to give the Alpha his space. If he wasn’t going into rut, that means something isn’t right. It sent her anxiety through the roof in a way she didn’t expect. She couldn’t understand why the hell she cared so fucking much?! It wasn’t like this changed the fact that he didn’t want her. 

“Fuck my head is killing me,” he admitted, reaching up to press the heal of his palm against his temple. 

“Well you’ve got to be running a fever for a reason, are you sure you’re not going into ru–”

“I’M FUCKING SURE I’M NOT IN RUT GODDAMMIT!” He suddenly yelled at her, and she jumped almost the length of the living room at his unexpected irruption. She had never heard the full use of his Alpha voice before, and it was terrifying. Tears immediately started to sting at her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She refused to give him the satisfaction. 

“I’m sorry,” he corrected quickly, clearly surprised in his own outburst. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. I really didn’t. It just came out. My head and shoulder are killing me, and I know that’s not an excuse at all, but it just… I’m sorry, it really did come from nowhere. I promise I’m not in rut, and I don’t feel like I’m going into it either. I just feel like utter shit.”

Y/N stood there for a moment, debating. The Omega inside of her still wanted to help the Alpha, even if he was rude and snappy. She wanted to just leave him there if he was going to act like that. This was her house and her rules after all. Still, she knew that if she left and for some reason, something happened to him, and she left knowing he was feeling bad when she’d left him, she knew that the guilt would eat her alive. Fuck her life honestly. 

“Well, it’s not your rut, then let me look at your shoulder, then see about getting something in your system to get the fever down,” she offered, taking a test step closer to him. 

“I thought you had to go to work,” he said, and she stilled in her steps. “You don’t have to take care of me Y/N, I know you really don’t want to take care of me anyway. I can get my own meds.”

“Would you stop being stubborn and just let me look under those bandages,” she stated flatly, refusing to back down. She wasn’t going to let him guilt her, or scar her. Not this time. 

Beau sighed and shook his head as he looked down at his lap. “Whatever you think you need to do, darlin.”

Y/N’s nostrils flared, and anger boiled in her system. She was just trying to help the stubborn Alpha, and she felt like he could care less! It was insulting and annoying all at the same time. Still, she didn’t want the sheriff to die on her couch, and then the Alpha he worked with breathing down her neck along with his daughter. So she moved over to him, and started to take the sling from his shoulder, which caused him to yelp in pain and grab her waist with his good arm. 

She froze at his touch, memories that shouldn’t be flooding her mind swarmed in front of her and she had to bat them away quickly.

“Have you taken any of your pain meds during the night?” she questioned as she slowed her movements to not jostle him more than she needed too as she worked to slowly remove the bandages. 

“Yeah, every six hours, but it stopped working so well at about four this morning,” he admitted through gritted teeth as she slowly pulled the last of the bandages away, revealing the angry, red wound where the bullet had entered his shoulder. 

“Maybe we should take you to get this looked at again,” she admitted. “I think it looks infected.”

“Fuck me,” he growled throwing his head back against the couch as his phone chimed loudly next to the pair of them, and he reached for it without thinking, causing Y/N to back away from him. It was almost as if he didn’t care how close she was, or that she was trying to help him, he did what he felt like doing, even though it was rude and mean and it just made her that much more irritated with him. 

“It’s my daughter,” he revealed. “She’s worried about me. Carla told me last night that I couldn’t stay with her, that she would not have an Alpha that was close to his rut around her daughter. Nevermind the fact that it’s my own goddamn kid and I’d never hurt a hair on her head.” 

Y/N tried to swallow down the emotions that arose in her at his little revelation, but she wasn’t able to hide it off of her face apparently, because Beau cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter, his emerald orbs staring at her, almost searching. 

“I’m sorry that you’re stuck with me, I really did try to leave with her, but she wouldn’t have me. This was never my intention. If I would have just listened to Jenny and not walked up to that fucking truck I would have not gotten shot, and you could have moved on with your life, and not been stuck with me here.”

“What were your intentions then Beau?” Y/N questioned as she stood up after helping him back into his sling. He was shivering so hard his teeth were practically rattling in his skull, but Y/N didn’t much care at the moment, because honestly, the fact that he actually called his ex-wife to try and get her to come and save him from her, that fucking hurt bad. “Were your intentions to just use me, and then send me on my way? Didn’t like what you saw once I really got in there with you? Hmmm? Maybe you just wanted a rut bunny, and one just happened to be stupid enough to show up at your door? That it?” 

The questions tumbled out of her in haste of heated anger, and all Beau could do was sit there, his arm in a sling, sweat dampened hair, hollow looking gaze, and mouth slightly open as he tried to process what she’d just said to him. 

“I… No, I never meant to—”

“You know what Beau, it doesn’t matter, it's done, and you’re here, whether you want to be or whether I want you to be or not. So get some fucking clothes on, and we will go see why that fucking wound is infected.”

Y/N stood harshly, marching towards the kitchen. Not that she was hungry at all, she just wanted to get some distance between them. Being that close to his scent, it was hard to stay angry with him when she was that close to him, and dammit, she wanted to be mad for a while. 

“I need help with a shirt—”

“Figure it out,” she shot back at him over her shoulder as she grabbed her keys off the key ring. “I’ll be waiting in the car.”

If she lived through this, really lived through it, this would be the last time she ever helped an Alpha with anything. Trust was something in her that he’d absolutely broken and stepped on. So was the notion that love existed at all, because if she ever loved anyone, she stupidly though it would have been Beau.

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[sailorsally]

what if every actor who played a character with homoerotic scenes with Dean just came out as queer. and only jensen and straight misha were left standing. itd be so funny to me

[bedlund]

HUMAN dean. his name is HUMAN dean

[tiktaalic]

I think it’s funny that . destiel from eons ago (2012) used to be like omg it would be soooo angsty if destiel got together and dean kept getting older while cas stayed the same age … when. Season 15 of supernatural said jensne ackles makes us wait to start filming so he can go get his weekly Botox so that he can look a young hot fresh 40 but 40 who can afford Botox while misha collins gets beat to death with hammers by our makeup departmnet

[themanwhowouldbefruit]

jensne ackles is a beautiful name for a baby girl

[wooobejeweled]

not the mental health bot checking up on me becayse of dean winchester time trivel au blurry wife jensne ackles birthday oarty SAM WINCHSSTER GONE MISSINF misha collins dead…

[saprophetic]

jensne ackles is like. i can excuse spitting lube out of my moith. but i draw thebline at my character not bring a hetero

[thiskryptonite]

jensne ackles in the boys?

For sure! I just watched season 3 this weekend and he doesn't have much content, but I'll definitely gif him as episodes come out. Thanks!

[whengeorgiawentblue]

The thing about Cockles is that it’s so... unreal?? Like, everything seem straight out of fanfiction. We’ve already seen many crazy hints of cockles against our own will again and again, and now Dee’s post hits us again with the steelchair. It’s crazy, it’s unreal; reality is more incredible than fiction. Insane

[bedlund]

dreaming is so scaru for a few minutes i lived in a world where they did a destiel kiss in the reboot and i reblogged the gif 30 times and posted “JENSEN ACKLES I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING ISAID IN THE PAST THREE YEARS” and then i woke up smiling

[ryoceann]

jensen tidbits <3

[tiktaalic]

Supernatural is great because Eric kripke said I am going to make such a kripkean little tv show and Kim manners said I’m just gonna shoot moody small towns like the xfiles again and jensne ackles said dean winchester has tricked me, texan triple pisces male model jensen ackles into being here, so I am going to make this the problem of homosexual high schoolers, and jared padalecki went I’m in a jared padalecki commercial!

[rosstrytobe]

Apparently, Misha said that there is a deancas song on Jensen's album...

I'm going insane...

[chocolatecakecas]

gay as fuck to have people craft another man out of gummy candy. what do you need it for??? to eat-

[artemys-ackles]

[idgaf-what-you-call-me]

Welcome to the Lindberg-Ferris Era!