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[questionsforyourocs]

Hey I don't want this to come through as my main but I've been rebloging as MidnightJazzmine. I think this blog is super rad and I like it a tonne. I went through a list of my OC's and numbered them and put it into a number generator then responding based on that. It turns out I have 24 OC's 😂, I might have a problem. Anyways both you and your blog are amazing and I hope you have an amazing year.

aaah thank you! i’m surprised this blog took off as it did - i’m really glad people can get something out of it!! :^Dand uh yeah hooo boy…. 24 ocs…. *glances nervously at my list of 86, sweat pouring down my face* t-thats a lot….

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Puking In a Winter Wonderland

This fic is for two challenges: 1) The BTZ Challenge, where my words were candy cane, reindeer, and hospital. 2) @atc74 “Cards against Christmas Challenge, where I chose: _________ in a Winter Wonderland.

Christmas usually sucked when you were a hunter.  Monsters don’t give a rats ass about celebrating Jesus’ birth, so most of the time you worked right through it.

This year you, Sam, and Dean had just finished a truly craptastic trifecta of ghoul followed by pissed off witch concluding with a poltergeist with a sick sense of humor.

“There isn’t a part of my body that doesn’t hurt.  Even my hair hurts.” You complained to Sam as you dropped your duffle on the floor of some dumpy motel in another podunk town.

Dean rubbed at the bruise forming across his forehead. “I’d say we get the hell outta Dodge right now, but I am so damn tired. How about we crash for a few hours and then drive straight through?”

That seemed reasonable enough, so you took the quickest shower on record, and since Dean was already passed out diagonally in his bed, you set the alarm on your phone and snuggled up against Sam’s warm back.

You woke to a string of profanities that made your ears burn.  “Shaddup, Dean!” You growled, throwing your pillow in his general direction.

“Hey Elsa, you might wanna come and see this.” Dean shot back.

You sat up and rubbed your eyes, and Sam opened the motel door. A frigid blast of cold air blew in, and all you could see was white.  You shot out of the bed like it was on fire.  “No! Hell no!  No one said anything about snow! I am not staying in this rattrap another day! Let’s go now before it gets much worse.”

“Too late, sweetheart. I’m not taking my baby out in this. The roads are closed anyway.  They aren’t even plowed yet. How many plows do you think wherever-the-hell-we-are even has?” Dean asked triumphantly.

You looked over at Sam. He didn’t look any happier about this than you. “He’s right, Y/N.  It’s REALLY coming down. I think it would be better if we just waited it out.”

“I hate you both!” You screeched before grabbing your clothes and storming off to the bathroom.

The guys had braved the weather while you showered and brought back food and coffee. After some sustenance and caffeine, your mood improved slightly. “Merry fuckin’ Christmas.” You muttered as the three of you finished eating.

“Well Y/N, there is a bar down the street, and we could head there in a bit. I dunno if it’ll be open being it’s a holiday, but we can try?” Sam hated seeing you upset.

“It’s probably closed, but whatever. I mean, who goes to a bar on Christmas during a snowstorm?” You mused. 

Apparently a lot of people, you discovered once you got there.  The place was hopping.  When you asked the bartender about it, she laughed.  “Are you kidding, in THIS town? We are always mobbed Christmas night.  After all the presents and spending the whole day with your family, everyone needs a drink or two, am I right?”

“And the snow didn’t stop them?” You asked curiously. “Nope. Knowing they are going to be trapped inside their house with their kids, their toys and nowhere to go made them desperate.  Everyone walked here.”

You carried the drinks back to the table, beers for the boys with an extra shot of whiskey for Dean, and a bright red concoction with a candy cane sticking out of it for you.

“What’s that?” Dean asked, pointing to your drink

“It’s the Christmas special. It’s called ‘Reindeer Games’ and there are six kinds of alcohol in it. The bartender said I shouldn’t have too many of these. They are pretty potent. Last Christmas someone wound up at the hospital or something.”

Sam laughed out loud at that. “She’s never seen you drink”

After four of those drinks you were completely shit-faced. But you were having a blast.  You were on a first-name basis with everyone in the bar at this point, and everyone kept buying you rounds strictly for the entertainment factor.

Sam was in bitchface mode, but Dean thought the whole thing was hysterical.  “Come on, dude! You gotta admit she’s a really funny drunk! And it’s way better than her being all grumpy and pissed off, ain’t it?”

“I’m taking her back to the motel.” Sam snapped.  “She needs to rest.”

“You poor lovesick bastard.  Are you gonna hold her hair when she pukes all night too? Grow a fucking pair and tell her how you feel about her. Make it my Christmas present! If I have to watch you make doe eyes at her for another year I swear I will eat my gun!” Dean was full on ranting now.

“Are you coming or not? Sam snapped.

“Nope, I’m staying right here. Good luck with Suzy Snowflake over there.”

Sam had managed to get your coat on and maneuver you out of the bar despite your objections, but you refused to give up the Santa hat.  “But I was having fuuuun.” You whined. The wind had died down somewhat, and the snow was falling gently now.

You were hanging onto Sam’s arm pretty tightly because you were having difficulty walking straight.  “It’s so pretty.” You whispered.  “Just like your eyes.”

”“You think my eyes are pretty?”

“Well, duh.” You responded, making a face. “Course I do.  But your eyes aren’t what I like best.”“

“Oh yeah?” He was wondering where this conversation was going. 

“What I really like is your nice round….. Sam! Look at all the lights!” Before he could stop you, you took off across the street to a park where a number of trees were festooned with lights.

“Y/N, wait!” He tore off after you. “The motel is this way!”

You were standing in front of the trees, a look of awe on your face. Sam let you look before grabbing your arm and pulling you in the other direction. The two of you walked for a while until the hotel came into view.

  You leaned into him as you walked.  “This is the best night ever. You know there’s no one I’d rather spend it with, right? Well, maybe Chris Hemsworth, but then you for sure.”

You leaned against the wall of the motel with your eyes closed and your head was thrown back while Sam hunted for his room key.  “The whole world is spinning, spinning, spinning.” You told him in a singsong voice.

“I’ll bet it is,” Sam said with a grin, pulling out the key triumphantly. “Now let’s get you to bed.”“

“Bed! That’s a great idea! So you finally wanna have sex? It’s about time! I been waiting forever!” You told him loudly.

“What!?” He was so surprised, he dropped the keycard. He snatched it off the ground, and when he stood up, you were staring at him with a knowing grin on your face. “You know I like you, right?”

His hands tightened against your shoulders, and the words were out of his mouth before he even realized it. “Prove it.” He demanded.

You pressed into him, so close that he could feel the warmth of your body and smell the alcohol on your breath. You leaned in, locked your arms around his neck and yanked his head down to your level.

The kiss was sloppy and messy, a drunken dance of tongues and teeth, but Sam was rock hard and panting when you finally separated.  “Y/N, your drunk off your ass.  As much as I want to, and God knows I want to, I won’t take advantage of you when your this drunk. It’s not right.”

“What if I just took advantage of you, then?”

Another searing kiss had Sam’s head spinning, and your little hands were everywhere trying to undress him in the bitter cold. His resolve was weakening rapidly, when you suddenly pulled away and ran towards the parking lot, dropping to your knees and puking up six kinds of alcohol. The reindeer were done playing games. Wiping your mouth, you fell onto your back in the snow, having passed out right where you lay.

Sam sighed deeply and walked over to where you lay, blissfully unaware. He gently picked you up and carried you back toward the room. “Tomorrow morning, hungover or not, you and I are going to have a conversation that is way overdue, Y/N.”

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The Dirty Girl Diaries-Part 1

A/N: So I decided the whole Patreon thing isn’t for me. I don’t like making people pay to read my writing. It’s too much pressure for me. So I’m not doing it anymore. So I am posting this here. I am taking the story in a different direction, and have changed some things to reflect this. As always, thanks for your support of my writing.  <3  <3  Jen

Strolling through the restaurant, you knew that everyone’s eyes were on you the instant you entered.  Image was everything in this town, and you had your facade down pat. Not classically pretty, you exuded such confidence that every man in the room involuntarily watched the sway of your hips as you sashayed toward the VIP table.

“Senator Crowley, so sorry I’m late. Traffic was horrible.” You murmured as you kissed his cheek.  “Please tell me you ordered me a drink?”

Fergus Crowley raised an eyebrow. “Who do you take me for? A Highball is on its way as we speak.”

You leaned forward in your chair, your hair spilling over your shoulder. “As much as I’d like to think this is just a social call, Crowley, nothing’s ever what it seems with you.”

The waiter appeared out of nowhere and handed you the drink. “Let’s eat, and then we’ll talk.” The senator said in a silky voice that made it sound more like a request than the order it was.

Crowley knew you back in the old days, and you owed him, so you were just going to have to let him have his fun.  Glancing over at the waiter, you folded your menu and handed it back to him.  “I’ll have the salmon, please.”

After some meaningless small talk over dinner, the senator was finally ready to get to the matter at hand. After giving the room a cursory sweep for prying eyes, he leaned in.  “I’m planning a little soiree next week,  and there will be some heavy-hitters attending.  They have very sophisticated tastes.”

You smiled easily at him over your drink.  “I’ll just bet they do.”  Now he was speaking your language. “I’m sure we can work something out.”

It would not have surprised you in the slightest to know you were the topic of conversation at other tables. That was how Washington worked. Everyone was in everyone else’s business.

“I heard she was born rich but her family disowned her years ago.” A Congressman’s wife whispered to her friends. Then a patrician-looking blond whose face barely moved swore you’d married a man three times your age and then murdered him for his money.

“You’re both wrong!” The third woman with them said.  “She used to be his mistress once upon a time.   My husband told me.”  All three women glared at you with a mixture of fear and fascination.

That was the thing about you.  No one knew exactly what your story was. You had this air of mystery about you that was out of place in D.C. You definitely had money,  you were always seen at the best parties, often in the company of important men. You knew everyone yet mingled with a chosen few. You seemed completely unimpressed with the social pecking order, and that rubbed many women the wrong way.

“Do you see the legs on that woman with Crowley?’ Dean Winchester asked his brother.

“I’m not blind. Of course, I saw. You’re a Congressman now, Dean. Try to act like one.”

“Why did I bring you with me again?” Dean asked in an annoyed tone.

“Because your meeting ran long and you love my company so much?” Sam said with a snarky grin.

“Try again.”

“Because we have exactly….” he stared at his watch. “Fifteen minutes until our next meeting and this was the closest place to grab dinner.”

Dean looked alarmed. “Dammit, Sammy! We have to go now! Go take care of the check, I’ll gather up the notes.  I’ll meet you at the door.”

Sam’s mind was on five other things as he headed to the front to take care of the check, watching where he was going wasn’t one of them. He heard a soft hiss of pain as he plowed into you, practically knocking you over. His arms fell to your waist to steady you.

He heard the slight hiss of pain you gave as he almost knocked you off your feet. Your eyes met and held a second too long before you finally blinked.

“There are much less painful ways of getting my attention, Handsome,” you told him as you rubbed your elbow.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you okay?”

“Sam!” Dean said impatiently from the front door.  He turned his head at the sound, and then quickly back, looking torn.

“I have to go. I really am sorry.” Smiling apologetically, he leaned in and whispered as he walked past. “You can knock me off my feet next time, I promise.”

Staring for a moment as he headed for the door, you shivered, but not from the cold. “Who says there will be a next time?” You yelled at him as he reached the door.  He grinned at you and he slipped out.

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Who Died and Made You the Fashion Police?

This fic was written for my own “Jen Said What?” Challenge. (for those who are curious, all the prompts are lines I have actually said to people in real life, and they are pretty funny.) There are loads left, so if you want to enter, click here for the master post.  My prompt is: “Whose clothes are you wearing? I dunno. Where are your clothes? I dunno. What’s with all the questions?

“You, Sam Winchester, can go fuck yourself!” You shrieked furiously as you slammed out of the kitchen just as Dean was entering.  

Dean looked his brother.  “What did you do? She sounds really pissed.”

Sam didn’t look too happy either.  “Do you see what she’s wearing?”

His brother couldn’t help but grin. “I like that dress. It shows off her....”

“I know!” Sam exploded. “She’s going out drinking with her friends tonight, and if she wears that, the guys will be all over her.  All I did was tell her that she might want to wear something a little less revealing.”

Dean just shook his head.  You big, stupid Moose. Tell me you didn’t tell her to change.  You did, didn’t you?”  When Sam’s face flushed, he had his answer. “You moron! And I bet you said something stupid like ‘don’t want them to get the wrong idea’.”

“Fuck you, Dean!” Sam snapped as he left the kitchen, Dean hot on his heels. There was no way he was missing this show.

You were halfway up the steps when they came out. “For the record, I think you look great,” Dean told you cheekily.

“Wait, Y/N, I didn’t mean....” Sam began.

You held up a hand. “I know exactly what you meant, Sam.” You snapped as you wrenched open the heavy door. “Don’t wait up.”

It was around two in the morning when you finally came home because Sam was still awake. When he heard you making a ton of noise, knocking things over and giggling he went to check on you.   “Are you okay, Y/N?” 

Your head was buried in the freezer, and you were rummaging around inside.  “Found it!” You said happily as you began eating chocolate peanut butter ice cream right out of the container. 

Sam instantly took notice that you were no longer wearing the very short black dress that clung to your chest and barely covered your ass.  You were now wearing an Army sweatshirt and a pair of Kansas City Chiefs Sweatpants, both of which were several sizes too large for you.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He immediately asked

“Peachy-fucking dandy, Why?” You responded with a mouth full of ice-cream.

“Whose clothes are you wearing?”

You looked down to check. “Huh. I dunno.”

Several scenarios went through Sam’s mind, none of which he liked. “Where are your clothes?” He said quietly, trying to stay calm.

“I dunno.  What’s with all the fucking questions? Since when are you the fashion police? I’m dressed, aren't I? Get out of my face! I’m going to bed.” You threw the container of ice cream back in the freezer and slammed the door.

You tried to move past Sam, but he grabbed your arm.  “Wait.  We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t.  Whatever it is, it can wait until I’m sober. Now get out of my way before I fucking stab you.” You darted around him and headed for your room before he could stop you.

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[winchesterprincessbride]

The Parent Trap-Part 5

Part 1         My Master List

Pairing: Sam X past reader, Sam X Ruby (currently)

A/N: Did you like the movie “The Parent Trap” as a kid? It is one of my favorite movies! I decided to write my own version, with a Supernatural twist, of course!

Summary: Mary Winchester and Annie Campbell meet at summer camp, and they quickly realize they look too much alike for it to be a coincidence.  They are twins! Their parents, Sam Winchester and Y/N Campbell divorced 12 years before, each taking custody of one girl.  Now Sam lives in California and Y/N in New York.  The girls hatch a plan to bring their parents back together, but will Sam’s new fiancee ruin their plans?

A/N/N: The girls' thoughts are in italics

Mary

New York City was like nothing Mary had ever seen before.  There were people everywhere, and the sounds and smells of the Big Apple were nothing like California. There was a frenetic vibe here that was completely different from anything on the West Coast.

“So Carlos has been asking me pretty much every day when you were coming home.” you told Mary conversationally.  “He’s been pretty mopey since you’ve been gone.”

Carlos.  He’s Annie’s friend that lives next door.  I got this!

“He just missed having someone to walk to the garage with him,” Mary said lightly, looking to you for your reaction.

You grinned at her.  “Well, someone has to make sure he doesn’t eat his Dad’s dinner on the way.  He is a growing boy.”

Conversation flowed easily as the two of you sat in the snarl of traffic out of the airport.  After what seemed like an eternity, the cab pulled up to a quaint, old building with dark marbled stairs worn smooth from years of feet, and tall narrow windows overlooking the street.  Many of those windows held boxes filled with flowers, and Mary was enchanted.  It was a scene right out of “West Side Story”, one of her favorite musicals.

She was struggling to drag Annie’s bag up from the curb when she felt a hand grab it.  Whirling around in surprise,  her eyes met those of a tall muscular boy and she froze for a second.

“ ‘bout time you’re back from wilderness prison!” He said with a smirk.  “So I guess you didn’t get eaten by a bear, huh?”

Inside, Mary was panicking.   Who is this? I think it’s Carlos., but I’m not 100% sure, so I’ll just play along until he clues me in.  He’s cute, like really, really cute.  I hope he IS Carlos.

“Yeah, you wish. I’ll try to get eaten by a bear next time,” she replied with Annie’s typical sass.  “So, anything exciting happen while I was gone?” she couldn’t seem to stop staring at him.

“Nah, same old same old.” The boy replied with a shrug,  still giving no clue to his identity.

As you headed up the front steps, you turned and spoke.  “ I know how much you like my beef stew, Carlos.  Why don’t you come over for dinner? I made it for Annie’s first dinner back.”

Carlos nodded.  “Sure Ms. C. I just gotta let my Ma know.”

He carried the bag to the top of the steps, and Mary grabbed for the handle, accidentally taking his hand in hers. His hand was huge with long callused fingers. She yelped and dropped his hand like it was on fire, hoping that you didn’t notice the awkward moment.

You gestured towards your daughter. “Are you coming, or would you rather fight Carlos for your bag?”

“What? No! I’m right behind you.” Mary insisted.

“See you later, Carlos. Say hi to your Mom for me!” you called over your shoulder.

You were already on your way down the hall.  Mary grabbed her bag and ran to catch up.  She turned to look back.  Carlos was still standing in the doorway staring after her, a confused look on his face.

The text message alert beeped on her phone, and Mary pulled it out of her pocket and scanned it quickly.

Dad has been “seeing someone”. She is coming to dinner tonight. Call to discuss. 11PM your time.

“Oh no!” Mary whispered.  This could ruin everything!  She quickly sent back a reply.

OK. Talk tonight. We need a plan.

Annie

The car headed up the long driveway and stopped in front of a sprawling split-level house.  A large black and white dog came bounding out the door jumping around excitedly and barking.  “Juliet, calm down you maniac!” A pretty blond woman said as she emerged from the house.

“Mary! Thank goodness you’re back! Finally another woman around here besides Juliet! I’ve missed you, Kid. Oh my god! Let me see your hair!” She took Annie’s hands, and Annie did an obligatory spin for her before she was pulled in for a hug.

“Hi, Donna! I missed you too!” Annie said as she hugged the housekeeper warmly.  Mary had shared how close she was to Donna, and Annie could already tell she was going to like her.

“I LOVE it!” Donna pronounced. “So chic! Who cut it?” She asked as she fingered it.

“One of my bunk-mates,” Annie said offhandedly, not mentioning any names.

“Juliet sure missed you! She pouted in your room the whole time you were gone.  Jules! Mary is home!” Donna called to the dog who was chasing something across the yard.

I am Mary. I am Mary. I am Mary.

“Hey, Juliet! Come here, baby!” Annie called, and the dog came running.  Before Juliet reached her, she stopped in front of her and looked at Annie warily.

“Jules, it’s Mary! What is wrong with you?” Sam asked as he joined them.

Oh, crap! The dog knows I’m not Mary!

Annie ran to Juliet, fell to her knees, and hugged her. “I missed you so much! Do I smell like the woods?” She kissed Juliet’s head, and the dog licked her face once and trotted off.  There was an awkward silence.

“That was weird.” Uncle Dean finally said after a moment.  “Got anything to eat, Donna? I’m starving!”

“What else is new?” Donna grumbled. “I can make some sandwiches.” Come help me, Mary. I want to hear all about camp!” Donna held out her hand, and Annie grabbed it and headed toward the house.

“We’ll be up as soon as we get the bags from the car,” Sam told Donna and he and Dean headed back toward Dean’s car.

“So Dad’s been seeing someone? What’s up with that? Who is she?” Annie asked, looking behind her to see if Sam and Dean were coming.

“Don’t even get me started on her,” Donna said with a toss of her shoulder as she opened the refrigerator and grabbed sandwich fixings and put them on the counter.

“Come on Donna….spill it!” Annie whispered eagerly.

Donna sighed, seemingly wrestling with herself.  “Okay, fine. He met her at some charity thing.  Her name is Ruby.  She is pretty, yeah, but she is so not his type! I know a gold digger when I see one. But your Dad’s been so lonely and he looks at her like she hung the moon.”

“Shhhh...Here they come!” Annie hissed.

“I hate airport food!” Dean exclaimed as he entered the kitchen, and Annie and Donna quickly separated.  Annie tried not to look guilty.

“Well don’t eat too much, because I’m making a special dinner tonight.“  Donna reminded him, not looking happy about it.

Annie turned to Sam as he entered behind Dean.  “So Dad? Who’s coming to dinner tonight?”

“And I’m outta here!” Dean said quickly, grabbing his plate and bolting from the kitchen.

“Coward!” Donna called after him.  “I’m gonna give you two some privacy, I think.” She said as she gave Sam a telling look.  “We’ll catch up later, okay, Mary?”

Annie nodded as she waited for her father to speak.  He took a deep breath.  “Mary, honey, you have been my whole world for as long as I can remember.  But as fun, as that’s been, I’ve missed being with someone.”  

I’ll try playing dumb, see where that gets me. Annie thought.

“But Daddy, you have lots of friends! And you always have Uncle Dean.” Annie said earnestly.

Sam frowned slightly.  “I know, Mary. That’s not what I mean. I miss being with someone, romantically.”

Annie smiled sweetly.  “But you were involved with someone romantically.  My mother.  But you never talk about her, do you?”

“Now Mary….” Sam began.

Annie stood up abruptly. “I’m gone two weeks, and you suddenly have a girlfriend?  What’s next, we’re moving to Alaska? I can’t believe this, are you TRYING to ruin my life, Dad?” Throwing her plate in the sink, she started to yell to throw Sam off his game.  “I bet you planned this whole camp thing to get me out of the way so you could shack up with your GIRLFRIEND while I was out of the way, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?”

Sam looked utterly gobsmacked. He had no idea what was happening.  One minute they were having a normal conversation, and now Mary was screaming.  What the hell was going on?

The next thing he knew, he was in the kitchen by himself, and he could hear Mary stomping up the stairs to her room. “I HATE YOU!” He heard her yelling.

Dean returned now that the coast was clear.  “She seems thrilled about Ruby.” He deadpanned to his brother.

“I haven’t even told her yet,” Sam said quietly.

“What now?” Dean asked. “Then what was all the screaming about?”

“I don’t know, I really don’t.  One minute I’m telling her I miss being with someone, then she brings up Y/N, then she’s screaming and stomping away.” Sam looked worried.

Dean sat down across from Sam, looking thoughtful for a moment.  “She brought up Y/N?  What did she say exactly?”

“Something about how I never talk about her, and then she accused me of sending her to camp to get her out of the way so I could “shack up” with Ruby. She’s never yelled at me like that before.” He scrubbed a hand over his face.  “She sounded just like her.”

“Like who?” Dean asked, confused.

“Like Y/N,” Sam said sadly, memories washing over him.

“Better get used to it, man. She’s a teenager.  Are you sure this dinner tonight is a good idea?” Dean questioned. “Maybe give her a day or two to simmer down.”

Sam shook his head. “I promised Ruby.  We want to tell her tonight.”

Dean looked shocked. “Her first night home? Are you sure? Especially after this?  She’s your daughter Sam, but if I were you, I would tell Ruby to slow down a little. If she wants you, Mary is part of the package too.”

“I hear what you're saying, but I want Mary to meet the woman I love, the sooner the better. She and Ruby will get along great, I know it.” Sam said stubbornly. Ruby had him under her spell, and Dean saw it, even if Sam couldn’t.

“It’s your funeral, dude,” Dean said finally. “ Maybe you should take Ruby and Mary out tonight? Someplace that’s neutral territory?  Then they will both be on their best behavior, and me and Donna don’t have to be there.”

Part 6

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Winchesterprincessbride’s “Jen Said What?” Challenge

** Deadline changed to Feb 12th because duh, there’s Christmas and all....***

 So....people have been telling me for ages that I say such funny things. For example, my husband, my coworkers, my friends, people here (Yes, I mean you Ang!) I haven’t done a challenge in a while so I thought this would be funny.

SOOOOOOO....Easy Peasy 

Here is a list of phrases. Every one of them I have actually said to someone in real life.  Write a fic using that phrase.  Any pairing, any genre, Sam, Dean, whatever. I’m not picky. Deadline is February 12th

Shoot me an ask with the one you want.

#JSW Challenge or #JenSaidWhatChallenge so I can find them for the masterlist.

1. “That’s so stupid it just may work.”

2. Whose clothes are you wearing? I dunno.  Where are your clothes? I dunno. What’s with all the questions? @winchesterprincessbride

3. I want to throat-punch you so bad right now. @a-winchester-fairytale AND @squirrel-moose-winchester

4. See, you don’t really know me at all, I have layers, like an onion.

5. That man is sex on a stick. @jerkbitchidjitassbutt

6. Just making sure you’re all right.  Define “all right.”

7. Don’t you ever sleep?

8. That lady handed me her false teeth, right out of her mouth. @crispychrissy

9. Stop hitting your brother with the cat! @horsegirly99

10. It’s better if you stop talking......like right now.

11. What part of “Not a morning person” is not clear to you? @atc74

12. She is one cat short of “Crazy Cat Lady” @docharleythegeekqueen

13. Were you talking to me? All I heard is blah blah blah football blah blah blah.

14. I’m laughing on the inside.

15. What, were they out of ‘Congratulations on Your Shotgun Wedding’ cards?” @woodworthti666

16. You're supposed to let the people already on get off first. ME:” Well, excuse me, I missed last month’s issue of elevator etiquette!”

17. Tomorrow’s daylight savings time. ME: Is this the good one or the bad one?

18. My sister says I dance like Elaine from Seinfeld.

19. I meant sometime in the future that’s not RIGHT NOW.

20. I love you but I’m still going to beat the shit out of you.

21. Why do you insist on wearing your hood up? You look like the Unabomber.

22. If you loved me you’d buy me ice cream. @stunudo

23. I fixed it. Ben and Jerry helped.

24. Is that some kind of seal-unicorn hybrid? No, that’s a narwhal, dummy!

25. The dog just ate the lamb out of my nativity set. I think baby Jesus is next.

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Fall of the Golden Girl

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Introduction:

Everyone in Lawrence thinks they know my story.  

Back in high school, I had it all. I was a cheerleader, I was popular, and I was dating the captain of the football team.  All those mean girls you loved to hate were my best friends.  My life was perfect, right?

Not exactly. I wasn’t your typical cheerleader, for lots of reasons.

But Karma has a way of biting you in the ass. I alienated all of my real friends in my quest for popularity.  One by one I pushed them away until only my oldest friend and neighbor Dean was still even speaking to me.

Then came the night of the prom, when everything changed.

Almost immediately,  rumors began to fly and my perfectly crafted world began to crumble. By graduation, I was the butt of everyone’s joke: the pregnant cheerleader.  The ink was barely dry on my diploma when I left town, and I haven’t been back since.

Until she called.  “Y/N, I have cancer.  It’s bad.  They say I have six months.  I want to see her before I die.”

“We’ll be on the next plane out,” I promised her.

They think they know my story.  They don’t know ANYTHING.

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Whatever It Takes-Part 8

Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Beta! Sam Winchester, Omega! reader, Beta! sister Terri (OC) 

Beta’d by @kittenofdoomage  (Someday I will beat you at Words With Friends)

A/N: Sorry if people are missing tags. I just updated the taglist so everyone who wanted on is in.   Tumblr tagging blows lately.

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“It’s only a damn date!” I keep telling myself in an effort to not break down completely from the stress of it all. The entire contents of my closet had puked their way onto my bed, and I couldn’t find anything.  This was not going well, and I was getting frazzled.

When my cell rang I had to run in from the depths of my closet to answer it, and I sounded out of breath.”Hello?”

“Hey Y/N, it’s Terri. Are you okay? Why do you sound so out of breath?”

I grinned at the phone.  It is so like my big sis to check up on me. “Dean’s taking me on our first date tonight, and I want it to be perfect.”

“Is he now?” Terri said in an amused voice.  “Why buy the cow when you get the milk for free?”

“Shut it.  As untraditional as this is, we are trying to make this work, so be supportive.”

“Have you picked out an outfit to wear?” She questioned.

I snorted at the pile of clothes spread all over my room and hung my head. “No….not really. Can you come help?”

“Now you’re speaking my language, girl! If I can help move this bizarre love train along the track, I’m on it. I’ll be over in a few minutes.”

“Thanks, Ter. I knew I could count on you.”

Terri arrived and immediately set to work cleaning up the mess on my bed.  “So show me what you have so far.  This place is a mess.  How can you still be as sloppy as you were when you were twelve?”

“I’m stressed, T.  I hate every piece of clothing I own, and I don’t have the energy to go shopping.  Dean said to wear something “nice”. What does that mean exactly?” My voice was edging higher with panic.

“Relax. Breathe. We got this. You want to look pretty but not like your trying to hard. So where are you going anyway?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t even know.  He didn’t say.”

“I gotta admit, Y/N, as much as I was prepared to hate him just on principle, that boy is clearly crazy about you.  Seal the deal now before he realizes just how high maintenance you are.”  

“Bitch,” I said half-heartedly, but I was smiling.

My sister laughed as she disappeared into my closet.  Then I heard her rummaging around for a bit. “I found it!” She said a moment later.

Terri walked out with a blue silk shirt dress that I completely forgot I owned.  “This will do nicely.” She commented.

I gave it an appraising glance. “Are you sure?”

Rolling her eyes, Terri handed me the dress. “Yes, I’m sure. The color is a good one for you, the silk makes it a little fancy, and most important, it opens in the front for easy access.”

“I think I bought matching shoes for this.  Lemme look.”  I marched into my closet and pulled a white shoebox from the top shelf. A cascade of boxes and purses came raining down on my head and I swore.

Handing the box to Terri, I sat down on my bed and rubbed the top of my head. “Just for the record, Dean and I don’t spend every minute having sex.  We do talk.”

“Oh I’m sure you do,” she told me as she picked out my jewelry. “But when Dean sees you, he’s gonna be thinking with his downstairs Alpha brain. Less talk, more action.”

It was almost seven, and I waited anxiously for Dean’s arrival. Terri had left an hour ago, saying her work here was done and she expected some details later as payback.

As soon as I heard the knock, I was on my feet in an instant, practically running to the door.  “You look…...wow,” Dean exclaimed immediately as soon as he saw me.  He looked gorgeous in a tan jacket and dark slacks, and when our eyes met, I felt the sizzle of his hot gaze down to my toes.  “These are for you,” he said as he handed me a bouquet of wildflowers.

“They are beautiful.” I sniffed the delicate blooms appreciatively, “These are my favorite! How did you know?”

“They smelled like you.”

My cheeks colored at his comment. “Let me just put these in some water.”

“How are you feeling?” he asked, and I was suddenly worried that every conversation was now going to revolve around my health.  I’d been down this road before.

“This is only our first date, big boy. I think the health questions come later,” I replied with a smirk.

“I’m being serious, Y/N,” Dean said quietly.

My smile faded, and I sighed deeply. “I’m okay at the moment. Whatever they gave me in the hospital seems to have stopped my heat for now.  So how did things go with Sam?” I asked, eager to change the subject.

“Surprisingly good.  He can’t wait to meet you.” Dean looked at his watch. “Hey, we need to go or we’re gonna miss our reservation.”

“We have reservations? You really brought your A game didn’t you?”

The cocky smile he gave me reminded me of the first night we’d met.  “When it comes to you, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

The restaurant Dean picked was a little Italian place that smelled amazing.  Within a few minutes, we were seated in a cozy alcove and the waiter had brought us both glasses of a heady red wine.  I laughed out loud at something Dean said, the conversation flowing naturally and easy between us as we perused our menus.

I happened to glance up from my menu and I noticed Dean’s eyes on me. His expression was soft and warm.  “What?” I asked with a smile.

“I’ve dreamed about doing this with you since I met you,” he told me, an adorably bashful grin on his face.

“This?” I questioned, mirroring his smile.

“Going on a date, doing normal couple stuff.” Dean paused, his eyes darkening, darting around the room before focusing on me. “I want everyone to know your mine.”

As I started into his handsome face, I could feel my heart beat a little faster. I licked my lips deliberately, eyes on him the whole time.  “Buy me dinner first, Alpha, and I’ll show you later how much I’m yours.”

Dean groaned softly, reaching out to take my hand as he scolded me playfully. “You need to stop that, Omega, or we’ll never make it to dinner.”

“But I’m very hungry.”  I knew I was pushing my luck, but I was in a teasing mood.

“So am I. And we’re eating,” he said firmly, squirming a bit in his seat - I couldn’t hide my grin at the effect I knew I was having on him but before I could take the game any further, the waiter returned to our table with a basket of complimentary bread and pulled out his notepad.

We gave our order and Dean quickly took the opportunity to change the subject, aiming for more traditional “first date” questions, keeping the topic away from the things we already knew about each other. It kept going throughout the meal and I was pleasantly surprised that he was such an interesting and intelligent man.

It dispelled any notion that he was just a dumb caveman Alpha with only one thing on his mind.

I sat back in the booth, dropping my fork onto my plate. “I can’t eat another bite.  I’m stuffed.”

Dean chuckled, running a last crust of the bread around his plate, collecting his steak sauce. “So no dessert then?”

I shook my head with a fond smile, watching him pop the last morsel between his plump lips and it prompting an unbidden groan.  “If I eat dessert you won’t be getting any tonight,” I warned.

“What about to go?” he suggested. “You really gotta try the fudge cake here.” Dropping his voice and leaning in, a lewd smile spread over his lips. “We could always eat it in bed later.”

The thought of Dean feeding me cake in bed was kind of a turn on, to be honest. but I knew we wouldn’t be eating in bed. But the thought of missing out on that fudge cake…

Two foil swans later, we were about to leave, just as another couple was being seated next to us. The woman stared at Dean, catching my attention with her intense look and I frowned, just as Dean noticed her and his face drained of color.

The woman said something to her companion and walked over to us. “Dean?” she purred, reaching out to touch his arm.  He jerked it away as though her touch burned.

“Hey, Lisa,” he said in a tight voice.

“I was wondering what happened to you. They wouldn’t tell me anything when I called. Just that you left. I’ve missed you.”  Dean looked so uncomfortable, like a trapped animal. I was confused for a moment. Who was she?

“Dean?” I asked tentatively.  His eyes came up to meet mine, and they were filled with such pain.  And then it hit me who she was. This woman…..this Lisa, was one of Dean’s Omega clients from Alpha4.

“He’s retired,” I snapped angrily. “Just leave us alone, please.”

“But I need….” she began to say in a desperate voice.  Oh, I knew what she needed.

And just like that, our perfect first date was ruined as reality reared its ugly head.  “Come, on. We’re leaving.”I told Dean as I turned my back on that Omega who could have been me and walked away head held high as the tears began to flow.

Part 9

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Your Song-Part 3

A/N: In this AU, Jensen Ackles in single, and he is a singer, not an actor

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“Move in with you? I repeated dumbly, my eyes widening in shock.  “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m totally serious, Y/N,” Jensen told me, his green eyes staring into mine intently. “I have a huge house in Dallas and it’s just me and my dog.  I have more than enough room for the two of you.”

“This is crazy! We haven’t seen each other for almost five years! Matty doesn’t even know you are his father. I have a life, a job, responsibilities. You can’t just show up here and expect me to drop everything and come away with you.”

“Why can’t I?” Jensen asked with a grin.

I rolled my eyes at him. “Because you may be Jensen Ackles, rich and famous singer to everyone else, but to me you’re still Jensen singing at the Durango for beer money, that’s why.”

“But I’ve already missed out on so much, Y/N. I don’t want to miss another minute.” Jensen said softly, and my heart broke a little.

“I need to figure out how I am going to tell Matty. I’ve never even mentioned your name before.”

“I have a few weeks off. How about you and Matty come for a visit? It will give me time to get to know him, and we’ll be able to spend some time together.” He looked so hopeful.

“That sounds really nice, but I don’t think I can get the time off of work on such short notice,” I said doubtfully, wincing slightly at his crestfallen look.

“But don’t teachers get the summers off?” He asked, going to the coffee maker and pouring himself another cup.

 “I’m not a teacher, Jensen,”  I said with a sigh.

He looked at me strangely. “But you were studying Elementary Ed. in school when we were together, weren’t you?”

I took a deep breath. I really didn’t want to have this conversation.  “Yeah, I was.  But my parents were killed by a drunk driver six months after Matty was born. I had no one to help me with him, and I couldn’t afford school and daycare.  I had to drop out.”

Jensen looked angry again.  “You should have gotten in touch with me, Y/N.  You didn’t have to go through that alone.”

“I’ve already explained to you why I didn’t.  Matty and I got by.” I told him defensively.

“So if you never became a teacher, what do you do?” He asked curiously.

“I’m still a waitress, Jensen.  My parents left me a little money, enough for a down payment on this place.  I make enough to support us, and I was able to be home during the day with Matty when he was younger,  We managed.” I said proudly.

“How about we go to your work and I talk to your manager and explain the situation? Maybe they will listen to me.” Jensen suggested.

“Or maybe they will become so starstruck that the great Jensen Ackles is in their presence that they will do whatever you want?” I said with a smirk.

“Come on, Y/N. Please? I...I need this.  I need you.” He said with complete sincerity, taking my hand in his much larger one.

I gave an exasperated sigh. “Do you always get your way now that you're famous?”

He grinned shamelessly. “When it’s something I really want, pretty much.”

“Well, Tara won’t be in until one, and I did promise Matty a trip to the playground.  Can you keep an eye on him while I take a shower?”  Jensen suddenly looked a little panicked.  “Think you can handle that, hotshot?” I said archly, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course I can.  Kids love me.  How hard can it be?” Jensen replied, unfolding himself from the chair.  “Lead the way.  I got this.”

We entered the living room, where Matty was still engrossed in his shows.  “Hey, Matt?”

“Yeah, Mommy?”

“I’m gonna go grab a shower so we can go to the playground.  Do you mind of Jensen comes with us?”

Matty gave him an assessing look.  “Can he push me on the swings?”

I looked over at Jensen.  “Sure, Buddy.  Anything you want.”

“Jensen is gonna hang out here with you while I get a shower, okay?”

Matty nodded. “Okay, Mommy.”

When I got out of the shower, I stopped and smiled at the sight that greeted me. Jensen and Matty were sitting on the couch, heads close together, discussing who their favorite Avenger was.

“You guys having fun?” I asked. When I walked over I saw that they both were munching on strawberry Pop-Tarts, which were Matty’s favorite and a special treat.

“Mommy, Jensen loves strawberry Pop-Tarts too, and his favorite Avenger is Hawkeye, just like me!” Matty said enthusiastically.

“You don’t say!  Now, Matty,  you know you aren’t supposed to take those without asking.” I scolded. “You will spoil your lunch.”

“Jensen said we could have them.”

“Did he now?” I gave him a look.  “Well, Jensen is going to spoil his lunch, too.”

Jensen looked embarrassed. “Sorry, Y/N.  I should have asked.  Your house, your rules.”

“It’s okay.  You two ready to go?”

When the three of us walked outside, I noticed the absence of another car.  “How did you get here?” I asked curiously.

“My driver dropped me off.” He told me, slightly embarrassed.

“Your driver? So Jensen Ackles has a driver now?” I said with a snort of laughter.

“Shut up.  Get in the car.”

“Matty, we need to stop at Mommy’s work really quick before we go to the playground, okay?” I told him as I buckled him in.

“And then right to the playground,” Jensen promised, and Matty nodded.

When the three of us entered the restaurant, conversations stopped left and right as people saw Jensen.  We walked into the back where the office was.  “Hey Tara, got a minute?”

“Hey Y/N, you aren’t scheduled today.  What do you…….Oh my god! You’re Jensen Ackles!” She exclaimed in shock when she saw him, her eyes wide.  “I love your music.”

I rolled my eyes.  “Tara, calm down.  Breathe.  Can we talk in private?” I turned to Jensen.  “Let’s go into the office.”

“Why is he here? Do you know him? Am I being punked?” She hissed as I pulled her into the room and shut the door.

“Matty, can you wait out here for a minute,” I said as I looked at Jensen.  “Can you keep an eye on him while we talk?”

“Sure, no problem,” Jensen said with a smile.

“I would like to ask for a few weeks off. I know it’s short notice, but I have some family stuff going on I need to deal with.” I said vaguely, hoping she wouldn’t press me. No such luck.

“Why is Jensen Ackles standing in my restaurant?  Oh my God! You are the Y/N from the song, aren’t you?” Tara was practically jumping up and down at this point.

“Yeah, I am,” I admitted.  “Jensen is Matty’s father.  And we have just reconnected.  We need some time to sort things out.”

“You never told me Jensen Ackles was Matty’s father!” She practically shrieked.

“If it makes you feel any better I didn’t tell Jensen he was Matty’s father either.”

“Holy shit, Y/N! Take all the time you need! What are you going to do?” She asked.

“I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”

We left the restaurant and headed to the playground.  It was pretty quiet when we got there, and we had a nice time.  Jensen pushed Matty on the swings and slid down the slide with him. The playground began to fill up, and people started to notice Jensen was there.

Someone came up and asked for his autograph, then another person wanted a picture.  Jensen was polite but firm. “I’m sorry, no pictures today.”  A crowd began to form.  And then the reporters showed up.  “We need to go,” Jensen said tersely. That’s when I started to get scared.

They shoved cameras in my face as they shouted questions.  “Was I the Y/N from the song?” “Were Jensen and I together? “Was this Jensen’s son?”  Matty buried his face in Jensen’s shoulder.  He was terrified by all the pushing and the shouting.

“No comment,”  Jensen shouted as he grabbed my hand and we ran to the car.

Part 4

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Worlds Collide-Part 1

A/N: This story is a Marvel/Supernatural crossover and a collaboration between me and my wondertwin @kittenofdoomage   She’s been a saint because I know I have driving her NUTS with this story but I am just obsessed. It’s happened to all of us.

Two Years Earlier

This was supposed to be a milk run.  On the way back from another case, Sam had caught wind of a few deaths that sounded demonic so they had stopped to check it out.  He and Dean had both taken some hard hits during their last case. Sam had cut his hand pretty badly, and Dean had messed up his shoulder.  They really weren’t in fighting shape, though they would never admit it.

Two demons had Sam’s arms pinned behind his back, and one of then had jammed Ruby’s blade against his neck.  Another demon had Dean jacked up against the wall, slowly cutting off his air supply as he struggled and flailed in an effort to get free.

“Let them go.” a soft voice said.  Everyone turned to see who had spoken.  A young woman stood there, alone and weaponless.

“Get out of here!” Sam yelled.  “They’re demons!”

The woman rolled her eyes at him. “I KNOW that Stretch, thanks for the newsflash.”

The demon holding Dean dropped him suddenly, and he fell to the floor with a hard  “Uumph.”

“You must have a death wish, little one,” he said as he began to advance towards her.

A grin tugged at her lips. “I really wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

The demons closed in on the girl, as Sam struggled to break free of his captors. Dean was already on his feet.  The demons had almost reached her, when a strong wind began to kick up in the room, whipping the girl’s hair around her head like angry snakes.

“I’d get down if I were you two,” she yelled to Sam and Dean over the sound of the wind.  Her eyes began to glow with a bluish light and she held her hands out in front of her. It was as if she pulled lightning out of the ceiling, throwing it at the demons and instantly frying them.  

Sam and Dean dropped to their knees, covering their heads as the smell of burning flesh and the sizzle of ozone filled the air.  When they looked up, all the demons were dead; the girl put her hands down and her eyes gradually returned to normal.

“Are you okay?” she asked, running over to them.

Dean flinched away from her.  “Are you a witch?”

“What? No! I’m not a witch!” she replied quickly, frowning.  “I’m a hunter.”

Sam smiled gently at her. “I’m Sam, this is my brother Dean.  We’re hunters too.  What’s your name and how do you do that?”

“I’m Y/N. I’ve always been able to do this, so I can’t really answer that, sorry.  Do you guys want to discuss this somewhere else? Somewhere less demon-y?”

You crossed paths a few more times with the Winchesters, saving their asses again when a pair of ghouls were eating their way through a town in Mississippi, and later helping them save a tiny hamlet in Texas that was being held hostage by a pack of bloodthirsty vampires.  

After Texas, Sam and Dean invited you to come back to their bunker to hang out.  “You have a bunker?” You said with surprise.   “Are you guys survivalists or something?”

Dean rolled his eyes.  “It’s not THAT kind of bunker, Y/N. It’s not buried underground!”

Sam explained the whole Men of Letters deal and how they had commandeered the bunker.  

“It’s our Batcave,” Dean said with a smirk.

“We work well together, Y/N. We make a good team.” Sam commented, staring at you long enough to make you flush a little.

“This I gotta see.  I’m in.”

Despite promising yourself you wouldn’t stick with them for long, things with the Winchesters were more lively than you’d imagined. The bunker they’d told you about was a treasure trove of information and relics and it was less than a day before you were bonding with Sam over a love of books and history.

Friendship turned into something else and eventually, weeks dissolved into months. You admitted to yourself that you’d fallen in love with Sam and it was unlikely you’d be going anywhere soon. He was passionate and kind and brave and endlessly curious about your powers, which was kind of adorable.

“Can anyone else in your family do what you do?” he asked you one day when you were reading in the library.

You looked up and shrugged. “I don’t know.  I grew up in foster care.  I know nothing about my birth parents.”

“Well, I think your zappy-thing is awesome!” Dean said enthusiastically, shoveling a candy into his mouth as he walked into the room.

Sam snorted, leaning back in his chair. “Sure you do.  Weren’t you the one who thought she was a witch when we first met?”

“Shut up!” Dean scowled, folding his arms over his chest. “She’s proved she is definitely an asset. She can kick YOUR ass, Gigantor.”

“She can kick yours too, Dean.  And I’m her boyfriend, so I think my ass is safe.” Sam snapped back.

“Guys….” You tried to intervene, but they were on a roll.

Dean rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.  “Just because she is sleeping with you….”

“GUYS….” You said louder.  They ignored you as they tried to talk over each other.

Your eyes had begun to glow as papers began to blow around the room.  Then Castiel teleported into the bunker, and you were so happy to see the angel you instantly calmed down.  “Turn on the television,”  he growled.  “Now.”

“Cas, what’s wrong?”

“Aliens have invaded New York City.”

You, the Winchesters, and Castiel sat in front of the TV in disbelief watching the coverage of the “Battle of New York” and its aftermath. Buildings destroyed, thousands of lives endangered, hundreds dead… it was horrific.

Dean seemed more intent on focusing on one aspect of the reports. “Seriously? Aliens are real? With all the shit that we have dealt with, why haven’t we ever come across one?” He looked at Sam, who shrugged and held his hands up.

“There was that one time,” he offered, “but it turned out to be fairies.”

“I have never seen a creature like the Hulk before.  He seems very angry,” Cas observed, frowning at the screen.

“What about Tony Stark? Now there’s a genius! He actually built that suit.” You could tell by the tone of his voice that Sam was impressed. “I mean, we’ve all heard about it but we never thought it was an actual thing.”

“Did you see Captain America?  What a soldier! I used to love his comic books when I was a kid.”  Dean had a far-away look in his eye as he watched the reports and you recognized it as hero-worship.  He was suddenly 9 years old again, a goofy little kid and it just made you wanna pinch his cheeks.

On the screen, New York was in pieces. You’d never been to the Big Apple and now… aliens? It seemed unbelievable, despite your own abilities. And superheroes with powers you’d never seen.

“People are never going to leave them alone now.  The entire world knows what they can do,” you whispered.  You always did your best to only use your powers in public when absolutely necessary, and you tried to never let anyone capture you on film doing it - it was a can of worms you never wanted opened.

“You could be an Avenger, Y/N.  You are very powerful,” Cas murmured gravely, not taking his eyes off of the television screen.

You laughed, waving him off like he’d told the funniest joke ever. “I am happy hunting monsters with you guys,” you informed him, leaning back and picking up your soda. “Let’s leave the aliens for the superheroes, okay?”

Part 2

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The Contest-Part 35

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N:  I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! : *Note: My vision for the show is different from what has actually happened, and some characters and plotlines may differ.

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Samantha Smith, Mark Pellegrino, Rory Montgomery (OC), PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

 Series Masterlist        My Masterlist                                            

Reader’s POV

“So, how’d it go with Bob? Tell me everything!” Nikki said excitedly the second Jared and me walked into my trailer.

“Is there anything you don’t know about?” Jared asked in an amused voice.

Nikki and I exchanged a look.  “Listen, Jare.......” I began.

“Oh, Padaleski, my friend.  You should know better.  Y/N and I have the kind of friendship you have with Jensen.  We don’t have secrets.  We tell each other EVERYTHING!.” Nikki said gleefully. 

Jared gave me a scared look.  “Not everything, right? You don’t tell her about our sex life, do you? Please tell me you don’t.”

Before I could respond, Nikki spoke up. “Well, there was that one time after you and Rory got into that fight...”

Jared snorted with laughter and I glared at my best friend.  “Bob took the news really well, actually.  He is happy for us. He is juggling next week’s shooting schedule so Jared can come to the doctor with me.”

Nikki surprised us both by suddenly bursting into noisy, wet tears.

“Nik, are you okay? What’s wrong?” Jared asked, coming behind her and resting his chin on the top of her head.  He was so much bigger than her it was almost comical to see them stand next to each other.

“It’s just....Our kids are gonna grow up together. I never thought I’d get married, let alone have a kid. Now I get to work with my best friend and go through motherhood with her. I just need a moment.”

I smiled at her happily.  “There is no other lunatic I would want to go through this with.  I can’t wait.”

Gemini’s POV

Kelly Kline came to me again in my dreams that night.  I was alone when I drifted off to sleep, but suddenly I sensed the presence of another in the room, and my eyes popped open.

“Hello, Gemini,” Kelly whispered.

“I sat up and glared at her. “I already talked to Sam and Dean.  Neither of them is happy about this, especially Dean.”

She gave me a sad smile.  “I wish there was another way.  I am going to try and find Jack.  I don’t know if it will work, but he is very powerful, and our bond is strong.”

My eyes softened at her determination. “I know you are convinced he is good, but what if Lucifer has already corrupted him? What then?”

“I have to try.” Was all she said.

“You do what you have to do. I’m tired. I’d like to go back to sleep now.” I laid back down and closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, it was morning.

Kelly was able to use her bond with Jack to locate him.  She wasn’t about to let a little thing like being dead keep her from her son.  If there was any way she could help save him, she would do whatever it took.

She found Jack sleeping in Lucifer’s latest hideout, being watched over by Leo.  He couldn’t see her, so she slipped into the room and entered Jack’s dream.

Jack was suddenly being rocked gently in warm, comfortable arms. He couldn’t see the face of the lady in white who was holding him, but he knew she was a friend. “Hi, Jack. I’m your Mom. And I’m going to do whatever I can to make sure nothing bad happens to you,  People are going to assume things about you because you are the son of Lucifer.  But you are also MY son.  You are good, I know you are.” 

The baby smiled in his dream.  He wanted to be good.  He didn’t want to hurt anyone.

Kelly smoothed his tuft of hair away from his face. “Some friends of mine are coming to get you.  You need to be away from your Dad for you to have any chance to find your good side.  So don’t be afraid.  Sam, Dean, and Gemini will take good care of you.  Do everything you can to help them get you out of here quickly and easily, okay? I love you, my son.”

And then the lady in white was gone, and Jack cried because he wanted her to come back and rock him some more.

Reader’s POV

We had just received the next two scripts and there was some big stuff in store for Supernatural.  One character’s storyline was being wrapped up and their time on the show was coming to an end.  A new actor was starting on the show that was going to figure prominently in the future storyline.  I couldn’t wait to see how everything panned out.

Gemini was starting to show, so now I had to wear a little prosthetic belly when we were filming. Jared loved it and he couldn’t stop touching and rubbing it during takes. 

After I had blown my third take in a row, I yelled to Rich, who was directing the episode. “Jared keeps rubbing my belly! Make him stop!”

Jensen rolled his eyes.  “It’s FAKE, asshole. She’ll have a real one soon enough. Quit it, I’m tired and I wanna go home.”

Misha grinned at Jared conspiratorially. “It’s hard to resist, isn’t it? Nikki asked me how I would like it if she rubbed my balls all the time and I said, ‘yes, please.’

The three of them laughed like teenagers while I glowered at them. “What are you three, like fifteen years old? Seriously!  None of you would last five minutes in this thing.  It’s hot as hell and it itches like a mother!”

“What are you gonna do when it’s a real belly you can’t take off, Y/N?” Jensen said with a smirk.  Are we gonna have to listen to you complain for the next 8 months? Danneel carried twins and never complained once!”

“Bullshit!” I said vehemently.  Nikki had come on set to give me a message, walking into the end of the conversation.

“Total bullshit, Jensen.  She just didn’t want to hurt your tender feelings.  Being as round as you are tall is NOT fun.  Not at all.”

“Okay, Kids,” Rich yelled.  “Can we just agree to disagree and get back to work?”

Gemini's POV

I stumbled into the kitchen for coffee, answering Dean’s ‘good morning’ with a barely audible grunt.

“You’re a ball of sunshine this morning.”  He quipped.

“Sorry, I’m a little cranky.  I can’t seem to get a full night’s sleep anymore without someone showing up in my dreams.  It’s becoming a nightly occurrence.  Missouri, Lucifer, Rowena....and now Kelly won’t leave me alone.  I’m pregnant for Pete’s sake! Why won’t people just let me sleep!” I flung myself into a chair and drank my coffee slowly.  

“Want some pancakes?” Dean offered with a sympathetic smile.

“Is there bacon?” I asked hopefully.

Dean rolled his eyes at me.  “Do you know me? Of course, there is bacon, woman! I gotta keep m nephew fed. Sammy should be back from his run any minute. Give me fifteen minutes, okay?” He went to get the pancakes started, and I started off into space.

A short while later Sam came in from his run and grabbed a bottle of water.  “Breakfast will be ready in five,” Dean told his brother.

“I don’t think Gem will be eating,” Sam said with a soft smile.  “Come and see.”

The brothers walked out to the table, stopping when they saw me sound asleep, my head cradled in my arms, snoring softly.

I was dreaming again.  I was still sitting at the table enjoying my coffee, but now Kelly was with me, her serene smile pissing me off due to my sleep deprivation.  “Don’t you have a heaven to be at or something?” I said sourly.

“I know where Jack is.” She replied calmly as my heart gave a sickening lurch in my chest.

Part 36

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Running Out of Time

A/N: This has been floating around in my head for a while. It takes place during episode 13:21, “Beat the Devil” and 13:22, “Exodus”

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Rowena, Lucifer, Reader, Michael

SAM’s POV

The stage was FINALLY set. After all the bad luck, delays, and near misses, it was finally time. We had all the ingredients for the spell to open the portal. to Apocalypse World. Rowena was onboard.  

We had tracked Gabriel down after he bailed from the bunker and helped him get his revenge on Loki. He was finally willing to help us, and the missing piece of the spell, archangel grace, was finally available to us.

It’s happening.  Tomorrow we are going to save Jack and Mom, and bring them home. I just hope we can find them in time.

Reader’s POV

The bunker was under heavy attack.  The wards were close to failing, and there wasn’t much time left.   Sam, Rowena, Cas and I had retreated to the dungeon in an effort to give Rowena a few more minutes to finish the spell.

“Are ye sure about this, Y/N? I’ve never done this kind of spell before.” The redheaded witch said worriedly as she mixed up herbs in a brass cauldron.

Castiel was painting sigils on the walls of the dungeon, but they were already starting to glow.  “We are almost out of time!” He yelled.

“We are out of options, Rowena. If I am going, I need to go now!” I yelled as alarms began to sound all over the bunker, which glowed with an eerie red light.

I looked over at Sam.  I could see the pain in his eyes.  He knew this was risky, but desperate times called for desperate measures. I bolted over to him and threw myself into his arms, kissing him almost desperately.  “I love you, Winchester!” I shouted in his ear as I headed for the circle drawn in the center of the floor.

Rowena began to chant in Latin and a swirling vortex of red mist opened up in the circle like a whirlpool, swirling faster and faster until it completely enveloped me.  I screamed in pain as though my body was being torn apart.

“Y/N!” Sam bellowed, trying to get to me, but Cas held him back. And with a crack, I was gone.

*******

Sam’s POV

The portal had failed.  Gabriel just wasn’t strong enough after having his grace drained for so long.  I stood in the kitchen with Cas and Dean, listening to Cas talk about why we needed to find Lucifer, how he was the only way we could get to Mom and Jack. 

I was about to tell Cas why I thought this was a bad idea when the smell of ozone filled the air and a red mist swirled around the ceiling.  “What the....?” Dean said warily as all three of us looked up, just in time to see a girl fall out of thin air and land on the floor with a hard “oomph” as the wind was knocked out of her.

Dean and I had our guns drawn in an instant.  “Who are you?” Dean demanded as the girl lay momentarily stunned.

She sat up suddenly, looking slightly disoriented, but as she looked over at the three of us and her face broke out into a beautiful smile.  “It worked.  It actually worked! Thank you, Rowena!”

"Who are you, and how did you get here?” I snapped at her coldly, still pointing my gun at her.  Her smile faded slightly.  “My name is Y/F/N, Y/L/N, and I’m a hunter.  YOU sent me here Sam, well, in two years from now you will.”

I reached down and offered an arm and helped her up.  “I know you have questions, and I will answer what I can, but I am here to stop you from making the mistakes that result in Michael coming over to our world and taking over.”

Dean and I looked at each other, having one of our silent conversations.  “Why should we believe you?” I asked her quietly.

“We have a lot of talking to do, so go grab Rowena and Gabriel. they should be done by now.”  She replied calmly.

“What do you mean done?” Dean asked her.

“Gabe and Rowena are having sex as we speak. Go check.  You’ll see.” She told us matter-of-factly.

“Gabriel wouldn’t.....” Cas started to protest.

“Wanna bet?” She said with a wicked grin.  “Let’s go see if I am right.”

The four of us headed in the library, interrupting Rowena and Gabriel in what was clearly an intimate moment. Cas looked mortified, Dean thoughtful, and Sam utterly gobsmacked.

“Who is she?” Gabriel asked casually as he casually covered his crotch with a book.

“All right! We’re listening! Start Talking!” Dean demanded.

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CYOSTODA-Dean Picks Truth

Our fearless leader, @littlegreenplasticsoldier started us off with Part 1 here

@gemini75eeyore followed with part 2 here

@deandoesthingstome came next with part 3 here

@klaineaholic part 4 is here

Characters: Sam, Dean, Leah, Y/N

Setting: Another no-tell motel, Crappsville, USA

Dean doesn’t respond at first so you say his name, louder this time. “Dean!”

“Huh?” He mumbles, looking dazed.

You look over at him, and you realize Dean Winchester is looking at you like he’s seeing you for the very first time.

You know how he feels. You have crossed some invisible line with the boys tonight, and there is no going back.

“Truth or Dare, Dean.” You whisper, still feeling his hand on your ass, and you bite back the moan that threatens to spill out.

You look over at Sam and he smirks at you, his knowing eyes hot and teasing. “Yeah Dean. Truth or Dare?”

Dean stalls, indecisive. Truth has always served him well, but the dares have been pretty hot so far. Dare. He’d choose dare. But Y/N was sneaky.

The horrific vision of him running around the room naked clucking like a chicken suddenly popped into his head. “Truth, I choose truth.” He blurts out before he can change his mind.

“Truth, huh?” Y/N says, and Dean knows by her tone he’s in trouble.

You turn and wink at Leah. Then pausing a moment to think, you lean forward, lick your lips and say to Dean, “so what’s your favorite thing when it comes to oral sex?”

Leah snorts at Sam’s audible intake of breath and the look on Dean’s face. “Oh this is gonna be good.” She says gleefully.

He doesn’t say anything for a long moment as he looks at his drink. When he finally looks up, his eyes are fairly smoldering with lust.

“I like a woman who knows how to use her tongue. So many women think it’s the up and down that get us off, but it’s not.  But a woman with a talented tongue? There is nothing like it.  Give me a girl who can lick me like I am her favorite lollypop, and I will die a happy man.”  Dean finished.

You toss back the rest of your drink in one swallow.  “I’ve never had any complaints, Winchester.”  You spy something next to Dean and an idea pops into your head.  “Want a demonstration?”

Dean’s mouth drops as you stand up and walk towards him.  You can hear a pin drop in the room.  Sam’s breathing has gotten heavy.  You can see the bulge in Dean’s pants from here.  Every eye is on you.  You bend down in front of Dean, your eyes locked with his…

And grab the empty beer bottle on the floor next to him and walk back to your spot. “You didn’t really think I was going to blow you right here in front of everyone did you? I mean come on!”

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, you held the bottle in your hand.  You licked a broad stripe up the side of the bottle, then twirled your tongue around the head of the bottle while locking eyes with Sam.  He swallows hard and starts to sweat.  The more you worked the bottle the more he began to squirm.

Then you turned your attention to Dean.  Moving your hand up and down the shaft of the bottle, you hollow out your cheeks and took the whole neck of the bottle into your mouth before swirling your tongue around it and releasing it with an audible pop!

Dean groans and balls his hands into fists.  “Fuck!” He mutters.

You nonchalantly place the bottle back on the floor and wink at Leah.  “Like I said, Dean.  No complaints.”

The room was silent except for Sam and Dean’s ragged breathing.  You needed a minute to catch your breath.  “I’m gonna go get a soda.  Leah, you wanna come?”

“Sure.” Leah said, jumping up.

“Be right back guys.” You said as you and Leah walked down to the soda machine at the end of the hall.

“OK Y/N, what’s the deal? Which one is yours?” Leah asked.

“Neither.”

“Well I want Sam.  Can you keep Dean busy? I’ll have Sam back in one piece more or less in the morning.” Suddenly Leah didn’t look so innocent.

“I can try.” You told her.

The two of you walked back to the room and you sat on the bed.  Sam and Dean must have had a conversation of their own.  Within 5 minutes Sam and Leah had gone to her room to “hang out” and Dean and you were alone in his room.

The minute Sam and Leah were out the door, Dean was across the room and on the bed next to you.  “You have been driving me goddamn crazy all night, Y/N.” He growled.

“I dare you to do something about it, Dean.”  You whispered, and then he was on top of you and he was kissing you like a man possessed.

“I want you, Y/N…. I have for a long time and that’s the truth.” He murmured against your ear.

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