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A Winchester Chronicle (c6)

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Summary: you and Jensen hit the set in a small Colorado town, joining Jared and Jim for some light-hearted fun. The episode heats up as Dean gets infected with a mysterious sickness, and your character, Raven, stands by him through the tough scenes. Off-camera, you and Jensen's connection deepens, mixing work and personal vibes.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

Content Warning: (subject to change per chapter as this series is written) rough sex, anger, arguments, tension, angst and physical violence. Smut, fluff. Readers are advised to proceed with caution due to these themes and scenes.

Rating: 18+ for the whole series.

This is a work of fiction. There is no hate for anyone in real life.

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Masterlist

Chapter 6: Has reference to Episode 6 'Yellow Fever'

You step out of the car, stretching your legs after the long drive to the small Colorado town where the next episode will be filmed. Jensen is by your side, his hand resting lightly on your back. The air is crisp, and the town’s quaint charm is evident in the old-fashioned storefronts and the friendly waves from the locals.The drive had been long and somewhat stressful.

About halfway there, the car the studio rented for you both started making strange noises, and Jensen had pulled over to check it out. He’d muttered under his breath, frustration clear in his voice as he fiddled under the hood. You’d gotten out to help in any way, the tension in the air reminding you too much of past moments with your late husband and mother, where frustration had always been directed at you.

“Damn this car,” Jensen had grumbled, slamming the hood shut. “We just need to get to the next town and find a mechanic.” He kicked some tools and sent them flying, barely missing a passing car.

His frustration wasn’t aimed at you, but the tone brought back painful memories. You’d flinched at the commotion but stayed silent, feeling a pang of insecurity and the old PTSD stirring. Jensen had noticed your silence and glanced over, his expression softening.

“Hey,” he’d said gently, reaching over to squeeze your hand. “Are you ok?”

You’d nodded, forcing a small smile, but the unease lingered. It took a day and a half for the car to be fixed and the only things to do in the town you’d stopped at for the mechanic, was walk to a gas station, hang out at the hotel, or watch buzzards eat road kill. It felt like the set of Legion, honestly. Jensen was tense as the hours ticked by because you had a deadline to get to set by. His mood only worsened when you tried to tell him it was going to be ok. “They’re working on it, Jensen, Jesus Christ.” You were short with him. It was 119 degrees out. You were tired, and you weren’t sure how much more of his complaining you could take. You quietly walked into the hotel and got to the room. “I’m sorry, I just want to get on the road as much as you do. This isn’t ideal, but it’s also not the end of the wor…” Jensen spun you around as you were about to walk through the door, picked you up, carried you through the doorway and pushed the door shut with his foot. “I’m not mad at you. Do you know that?” He stood you up now, taking both of your hands in his and looking into your blue eyes. “I –I do know that. I think I’m just as grumpy as you about it, but… I know there’s more to this for me.” You felt ashamed. You’d worked through your trauma many times, but no matter how much you did, some things weren’t going to fix themselves as easily as others. “Are you talking about your husband?” He sat down on the bed, pulling you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist. “And my mom… yeah. I’m sorry.” You started crying, hugging Jensen now. “Don’t do that. Don’t give them one more ounce of apology from you for how they chose to treat you and disguise it as love.” Jensen pulled your chin down to look at him and gently wiped a tear away with his thumb. “I wish I had known you then…” He trailed off, his thoughts drifting to another lifetime. “You wouldn’t have even given me the time of day, then.” You giggled, wiping the rest of your tears away. Your laugh broke his thoughts. “What? You? Of course I would have.” He said, smiling as he pulled both of you to lay on the bed, facing you. “No, Jen, you really wouldn’t have. I was lucky to leave my house maybe once a week to get groceries. And if I did get out more than that, I was tending to my family in every possible way. I was not witty, charismatic, or sexy in any way. I was surviving.” You turned away from Jensen, you didn’t want to see him pity you. He rolled you back over to face him again and propped himself up on his arm, placing the other over you. “Was it always like that? Even before you got married?” He asked seriously now. “Jensen… It doesn't matter now. Does it? I’m just… broken and I’ll be fine tomorrow, I promise.” You shifted beneath him to shimmy out of his gaze and from under his bodyweight. “ It does matter. Y/N, you are not broken, you’re a badass. You’ve endured so much in life and if you’re not ready to talk about it, say that. But please don’t pretend that I shouldn’t know at some point so that I can love you in the best way possible, even on the bad days.” He stopped you from moving lower. “If you go any lower, you’ll have to start unzipping.” He slyly added. You paused, confused on what to do or say. “...I was betrothed to my husband through my mom in an attempt at keeping me under her thumb even longer.” You were quivering now, as memories flooded your brain. “I didn’t even get to meet him until the day we got married, and at our first look, he said "I didn't have a choice in this either, but I'll try to make you happy."

Jensen held you close, his eyes full of concern as you continued, your voice trembling slightly.

“Those words he said, they seemed sweet at first. A promise of understanding and mutual effort. But as time went on, I realized they were also a confession of his own lack of agency. He was kind, yes, but his actions were often passive-aggressive. He never directly confronted my mother, leaving me to bear the brunt of her overbearing nature. When things went wrong, he would sigh heavily, make sad eyes, punch something, throw something, and then subtly imply that it was my fault for not handling things better.”

Jensen's grip on you tightened, his brows furrowing with concern. “And your mother...”

“My mother,” you continued, your voice steadying, “she never hesitated to voice her disapproval. She’d berate me for my choices, for my career, for not being the perfect daughter and wife she demanded. Her constant criticism wore me down, making me doubt my worth at every turn.”

Jensen’s eyes filled with empathy and sadness. “I’m so sorry you went through that. You don’t deserve to carry that weight. And I don’t want to ever make you feel like that.”

You nodded, feeling the warmth of his embrace.

Now, in the small hotel room, the weight of those memories pressed on you, and Jensen’s presence was both a comfort and a challenge. He was so different, so direct and caring in ways you weren’t used to.

Jensen gently squeezed your hands, bringing you back to the present.

You took a deep breath, feeling a mix of relief and vulnerability. “It’s just...sometimes when things go wrong, I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault. Like I have to fix it, even if it’s out of my control.”

Jensen nodded, his expression serious. “My frustration, all day -did that make you feel that way?.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Honestly, no. You were completely valid in your response and frustration. The throwing and slamming, happens and wasn’t directed at me. You also never told me it was my fault, and that’s just going to take some getting used to.”

“Well, get used to it,” he said with a grin. “Because I’m not going anywhere. I will try to remember to not slam or throw anything though.”

You let out a shaky laugh, feeling some of the tension ease. You tucked your hair behind your ear, and kissed him. You knew at this moment you loved him. This man, with his mountain scents, rugged body, and dreamy voice -has always made you feel safe. You pulled out of the kiss with a slightly bewildered look. “I…” You wanted to tell him. “I…” You couldn’t get the words out. You felt the heat in your cheeks, but couldn’t tell if it was embarrassment at your stuttering or passion from the moment. You cleared your throat, softly. “I feel safe with you, Jen.” You managed.

“Good, princess,” he replied, pulling you to bed. “Now, let’s get some rest. We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

You nodded, feeling safe and supported. As you both lay down, you nestled into Jensen’s side, your worries completely melting away in the warmth of his presence. Your brain wouldn’t turn off though, and if you couldn’t tell him how you felt yet, then you could at least show him. Jensen was breathing softly, eyes closed, hand entwined in yours. You escaped his grasp and sat up looking at him adoringly. This perfect man was angelic. You slipped out of your clothes and softly climbed back to bed. As you studied him, you slowly made your way up his body, trailing your fingers as you went. He stirred a little, eyes fluttering with sleepiness. “Hey.” He smiled sleepily. You answered him with a kiss, taking his face in both hands, breathing heavily. When you broke the kiss, he wasn’t ready for it to end, trying to bring your lips back to his. “Jensen, I need to tell you something.” You said seriously, looking deep into his eyes. He stopped, looking at you waiting. “What’s wrong?” He asked, trying to prop himself up out of bed, now. “Nothing. But this thing I need to say, I can’t get out of my mouth…” You said shyly, pushing your forehead to his chest and holding him to the bed. “So let me show you.”

You kissed his broad chest, veins grazed your lips as you trailed them down his abdomen, softly taking your hands down the sides at the same time. You stopped just above his groin and you didn’t have to see to know that Jensen was all ready for you. You looked up at him briefly, tucked your hair behind your ear, barely lifting your head from his body. He was fixated on you. Watching you and shivering at every light touch you made. His eyes dark with longing. You shimmied the blanket and his underwear slowly down over his erection, watching it spring up as the confinement lifted. He was engorged and his tip was glistening with his slick pre-juice. You look at him again with a questioning gaze. He nodded his silent approval, shifting for a better view. You started by licking up the juice flowing down the side of his cock. You loved the salty taste of him as you made the way up to his tip with your tongue. Swirling your tongue lightly around his nerves. He moaned. You loved that sound. You grasped the base of his dick with one hand and tightened your lips around the tip, sucking lightly and moved him into your mouth inch by inch. You whimpered at his girth. As you picked up momentum, he bent at the side and pulled at your leg, bringing your ass closer to him. He groaned at the sight of you. You could feel yourself dripping already and just knowing he saw it made you suck faster and harder. “Oh my gooood.” He said, gripping your hip with one hand, sliding the other up your thigh and to your pussy. You wiggled at his touch as he got closer to your slick cave. He slid a finger into you, hooking at your abdomen, matching your rhythm. You took him deeper into your mouth, approaching your throat. He put another finger in you, making you lose focus and gag on his length. He grabbed your hair into a ball in his other hand, lowering you further and further until you couldn’t breathe. You gagged again and he let you up. Gasping for air, you used your spit to keep him lubed while you stroked him with your hands. Jensen pulled his fingers from you and turned your head to look at him as he sucked your sweet juice off of his fingers, moaning. He pulled you firmly by your hair to lay next to him on your side, his cock now threatening to enter you from behind. He moved your hair out of the way and brought his mouth to your ear, breathing heavily and then kissing you down to your shoulder. You moaned at the sensation, flinching under the stubble of his chin. He propped your leg up with his hand, and entered you completely. “Jen!” You moaned, grabbing for his body behind you, scratching at him. “Fuck baby…” He grunted as he picked up the pace, watching your ass bounce, and holding your leg higher for more access.

You felt the familiar surge of ecstasy building as your body tightened at the pleasure. Every push made your moaning louder. “That’s it, scream for me, princess.” He encouraged through clenched teeth. “No.” You whispered, trying to keep it down for the other rooms. But he pushed into you harder and harder, making you go against your answer. Your body couldn’t hold out any longer and clamped down on his cock as he released into you at the same time. “JENSEN! OH GOD!” You screamed and whimpered as he kept pushing and pushing to make sure you both rode it until you couldn’t any longer. You had to push him back and pull out of you as your body quaked from the pleasure. He leaned over you, giggling, as you turned to face him, cupping his face in your hand. “What?” You asked, looking at him sleepily. He leaned his forehead to yours, his voice got serious and low. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. “I know you’re not ready to say it yet, and that’s okay. But I need you to know it. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

You felt a surge of emotion, your eyes filling with tears as you looked into his sincere gaze. You didn’t need to say anything; the depth of his words and the intensity of the moment conveyed everything you felt. You pulled him closer, your lips meeting in a tender kiss, sealing the silent promise of love and understanding between you.

The next morning, the mechanic called with good news: the car was fixed. You and Jensen packed up and hit the road, making it to the set in Colorado without any further issues.

The small town greeted you with open arms, and the familiarity of the cast and crew brought a sense of normalcy.

“Hey, there they are!” Jared’s voice boomed across the parking lot as he and Jim walked over, grinning widely.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Jim teased, pulling you into a warm hug.

“Blame the car,” Jensen said, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. “It decided to have a breakdown halfway here.”

“Better the car than you,” Jared jokes, clapping Jensen on the back.

The atmosphere was light-hearted as you caught up with Jared and Jim, swapping stories and laughing at inside jokes. Jensen’s arm slipped around your shoulders, pulling you close as you all headed towards the set. You shared playful moments, teasing each other about the intense scenes your characters would face.

As you walked, Jensen’s grip on your shoulder tightened slightly, a silent apology for his frustration yesterday. You glanced up at him, meeting his eyes, and saw a flicker of worry there. He was still thinking about how he acted, about how it affected you.

“Hey, I’m sorry about yesterday,” he murmured when Jared and Jim were a few steps ahead. “I didn’t mean to snap or keep complaining. I just... I get worried when things go wrong. It’s nothing you did, I promise.”

You nodded, your heart warming at his concern. “I know. It’s okay, really. I just... sometimes it brings back memories. But I know you’re not like that.”

He stopped walking, turning to face you fully, his hands resting on your shoulders. “I never want to make you feel that way. You’re too important to me. If I ever do something that upsets you, please tell me.”

You smiled, feeling a rush of affection. “I don’t think I’ll have to. Your concern about if you treated me wrong says it all. I trust you.”

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “How’d I get so lucky?”

You shrugged, the last of your unease melting away. “Chemistry, who knew!” You chuckled together as you caught up to Jared and Jim, ready to dive into the next adventure.

The director gathers everyone around, his clipboard in hand, as he explains the episode’s premise. “Alright, folks, we’ve got a mysterious sickness killing the residents. Victims seem to die of fright, and Dean gets infected. Sam and Bobby have to move fast to save him.”

You and Jensen exchange knowing glances, a silent conversation passing between you. The bond you share is evident to everyone around, drawing smiles and nods of approval. The crew begins to prepare the set, and there’s a buzz of excitement in the air. Props are moved into place, cameras are adjusted, and the town transforms into the eerie setting for the episode.

As you watch the preparations, you feel a surge of anticipation. Jared saunters over, a playful grin on his face. “Hey, we get to film a scene with the Impala in front of a donut shop!”

Jensen laughs, shaking his head. “Oh man, how could I forget? The ‘Eye of the Tiger’ moment. Classic.”

You raise an eyebrow, curious. “What’s this about?”

Jensen chuckles, glancing at Jared. “I’m supposed to be waiting for Sam in the Impala. Just wait for the song to start playing.” He winked at you.

Jared chimes in, eyes sparkling with amusement. “She’s going to get a kick out of this.”

You laugh, imagining the scene. “I’m slightly terrified.”

Jensen grins, a twinkle in his eye. Jared nudges him, smirking. “Just don’t break character, Dean. We need you to be scared out of your mind, not rocking out.”

Jensen rolls his eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah.”

The director calls everyone to their positions, and the lighthearted banter fades as you all slip into character. The scene is set with the Impala parked in front of an old-fashioned donut shop. Jensen sits in the driver’s seat, waiting for the cue. The camera rolls, and the scene begins with Jared as Sam walking towards the car.

But then, something unexpected happens. The crew hasn’t cut the music, and “Eye of the Tiger” starts playing over the speakers. Instead of staying in character, Jensen’s face lights up with a mischievous grin. He starts drumming on the steering wheel, nodding his head to the beat.

You watch in amusement as he steps out of the car, fully committing to the moment. He struts around the Impala, playing an imaginary guitar, completely lost in the music. Jared stops in his tracks, bursting into laughter, and the crew follows suit, unable to keep a straight face.

Jensen climbs onto the hood of the Impala, rocking out with an energy that’s contagious. The entire set erupts in applause and cheers, everyone caught up in the spontaneous performance. You can’t help but join in, clapping and laughing at the sheer joy of the moment.

Finally, the music fades, and Jensen hops down from the car, bowing dramatically. “Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all week,” he jokes, earning more laughter and applause.

As the crew resets for the next take, you catch Jensen’s eye and give him a thumbs-up. He winks back, his grin wide and genuine.

As the director's voice echoes through the set, "Action!" rings out, and you seamlessly slip into the role of Raven, the perceptive ally to the Winchester brothers. Sam and Dean navigate the eerie town, investigating the perplexing deaths attributed to an unknown sickness. You immerse yourself in the role, offering Raven's keen insights that unravel the mystery piece by piece. The camera captures every moment, framing your character's contributions to the unfolding drama.

Between takes, the atmosphere remains lively and warm. Jensen's eyes twinkle mischievously as he ribs you about Raven's intensity, his tone teasing yet affectionate. "Raven's really got that 'nothing escapes me' vibe today," he quips, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

You shoot back with a mock-serious expression, channeling Raven's sharp wit, "Well, someone's got to keep Dean from charging in like a bull in a china shop." Laughter ripples through the crew.

As the day wears on, the tension on set simmers beneath the surface, each scene bringing you closer to the heart of the episode's gripping storyline. The makeup team works meticulously, transforming Jensen into a pale shadow of his character, Dean, whose body succumbs to the mysterious sickness ravaging the town. You watch with a pang of empathy as Jensen embodies Dean's struggle, his acting prowess making the illness seem palpable.

"Stay with me, Dean," you murmur, your voice thick with emotion as you deliver Raven's heartfelt plea. The camera zooms in, capturing the raw intensity in your eyes, the depth of your connection with Jensen amplifying the scene's emotional impact. It's moments like these that remind you why you love acting—immersing yourself in a character's world, bringing their story to life with every fiber of your being.

Off-camera, during breaks between scenes, you and Jensen steal quiet moments to connect. Leaning against the Impala, stars strewn across the night sky, you discuss your characters' motivations and the nuances of the script, but the conversation often veers into more personal territory. Jensen shares anecdotes from his life on the road, his passion for classic cars evident as he shares about the Impala's history.

"You know, this car's been through more than a few hunts," Jensen remarks with a wry smile, patting the Impala's sleek exterior fondly. "Just like us, huh? Survived a lot of crazy adventures in a short amount of time."

You chuckle softly, the sound carrying a mix of amusement and genuine affection. "Yeah, and somehow we’ve always come out on top. Just like Dean and Raven."

He nods thoughtfully, his gaze lingering on you with an intensity that sends a flutter through your chest. "You know, I never expected this job to lead to such incredible friendships," Jensen admits, his voice tinged with gratitude. "Especially one as special as ours."

You meet his gaze, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. "Just friends?," you say softly in a moment of reflection. “I would be honored if you would consider yourself my girl friend, Y/N Y/M/N.” He said pulling your chin up to meet your gaze. “The honor is all mine, Jensen Ross.” You whispered as you leaned in for a kiss, climbing onto the hood of the Impala, pulling him with you. “Take me.” You said through kisses, pulling off his flannel. He stopped and looked around. “No one is allowed to see you other than me.” He said, his voice serious. “Jen… make it quick.” Pleading as you slid closer to him, running your hands up under his shirt, his warmth radiating with his quickening pulse. Before Jensen could consider it, Jared walked by clearing his throat. “Did they not book you a room together?” He joked, thumping the hood of the impala as he walked past. “SEE.” Jensen said, motioning towards Jared. “I can’t do this here.” He laughed. “You’ll just have to be patient.” He winked, pulling his flannel back on and helping you off the hood. You sighed as you walked to the next set.

Sam and Bobby are relentless in their search for a cure, their brows furrowed with determination as they pour over ancient texts and consult grimoires.

“Dean’s running out of time,” Sam mutters, his eyes scanning the page of an old, leather-bound book. “We need to find the source of this sickness before it’s too late.”

Bobby huffs, adjusting his cap. “We’re close, kid. Just gotta keep at it.”

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest, trying to think of how to help Dean.

As the cameras roll, the weight of the storyline presses down on you, each scene heavy with the impending threat to Dean’s life. You find yourself lost in the moment, fully immersed in Raven’s determination and fear. But between takes, the mood lightens considerably. The cast jokes and laughs, finding moments of levity amidst the seriousness of the plot.

“Hey, remember that time Dean thought he could out-drink a demon?” Jared teases, nudging Jensen with a grin.

Jensen chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, not one of Dean’s finer moments.”

As the day progresses, you move to the more harrowing scenes. Dean, now severely afflicted by the sickness, starts hallucinating. His eyes widen in terror as he sees Lilith, appearing as a little girl, taunting him.

“Dean,” you call softly, stepping into the scene, your voice trembling with concern. “It’s not real. I’m right here.”

Dean’s eyes darted around wildly, his breathing ragged. “She’s here. She’s going to kill us all.”

You reach out, gently touching his arm. “Who’s here? Look at me, Dean. Focus on my voice. Whoever she is, she’s not real.”

He starts to hyperventilate, the fear gripping him tightly. You pull him into your arms, holding him close as he shakes. “I’ve got you. Guys, anything?” You asked urgently.

Jensen’s performance is heart-wrenching, his portrayal of Dean’s vulnerability and fear striking a deep chord. Sam and Bobby continue their desperate search for a cure, their frustration mounting as time runs out. “We’re missing something,” Sam mutters, rubbing his temples. “There has to be a link we haven’t seen yet.”

Bobby slams a book shut. “Think, boy. What ties all the victims together?”

You join them, flipping through another ancient tome. “What if it’s not about who they are, but what they fear? This sickness seems to prey on their deepest fears.”

Sam’s eyes light up with realization. “Fear. That’s it. We need to find a way to break its hold.”

The urgency heightens as you work together, Raven and Sam’s insights guiding them closer to the truth. “Are you sure about this, Sam?” Bobby says, his voice tinged with hope. “Do either of you have a better idea, because I’m all ears.” Sam says loading a shotgun. “Well, let’s kill this bastard.” You said, revving the engine to a car.

As the cameras roll once more, you stand beside Dean, your heart aching as you see the toll the sickness has taken on him. “Stay with me, Dean,” you plead, your voice filled with emotion. “We need you.”

Dean’s eyes meet yours, a flicker of hope shining through the fear. “Raven…”

You squeeze his hand, willing him to hold on. “Right here, baby.” That wasn’t your line… but the moment was so intense you just said what you felt about Jensen right there.

Off-camera, you and Jensen find solace in each other’s presence. The intense scenes bring you closer, the shared experience deepening your bond. You discuss your characters, but the conversation often drifts to more personal topics, the lines between acting and reality blurring.

“Jensen, I…” you start, unsure how to express the tumult of emotions swirling inside you.

He takes your hand, his touch grounding you. “I know. Me too.”

The day finally comes to a close, and you film the climactic scene where Sam and Bobby kill the ghost who infected Dean. Dean is saved, and there’s a collective sigh of relief on set.

“We did it,” you whisper, a tear slipping down your cheek.

Jensen pulls you into a tight embrace. “Yeah, we did.”

As the crew wraps up for the day, you feel a sense of accomplishment and gratitude. The journey has been challenging, but it’s also brought you closer to the people who matter most. You share a final, lingering look with Jensen, knowing that this bond, both on and off-screen, is something truly special.

That evening, as the cast gathers to celebrate the successful shoot, you reflect on the day’s events.“To us,” Jensen says, raising his glass in a toast. “To this incredible journey and the people we’ve met along the way.”

“To us,” you echo, your heart full.

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