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[whatareyousearchingfordean]

Grandpa Ackles

Summary: Y/n was enjoying her husband’s new style post Supernatural, that is until a certain pair of glasses come onto the scene. How will Jensen feel about her teasing? 

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 1.7K+

Warnings: Language, age gap (implied), unprotected sex (don’t be silly..)

Author’s Note: This baby was born from a little razzing session I had with @winchest09 and @deanwanddamons regarding those glasses Jensen wore. It quickly turned into this mess that I forgot about in my drafts. I hope you enjoy it. As always I would love to hear your feedback xoxo Alex

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The love and support of the Supernatural fandom had been the spark that helped Jensen to come out of his shell. From singing at conventions to releasing his album and everything in between. He was far more at ease now than he had been back in 2005. But the truth was she hadn’t seen him blossom more than since the series finally wrapped. From getting to grow out his hair and the relentless press junket for The Boys, he’s been getting to show off his creativity and style like never before. Most of the time she was behind him all the way, but today’s choice had her questioning the man she had married. 

They were currently on set with Entertainment Weekly doing yet another interview. Y/n had followed her husband across Europe and now Los Angeles to support him in his recent endeavor. Now she found herself standing behind the cluster of monitors that showed each camera angle. Naturally, she was focused on Jensen, but not for the reason one would expect. 

It was like a train wreck, something she couldn’t look away from no matter how hard she tried. Her husband had first slipped the blue-tinted glasses onto his perfect face when they were about to walk out of the dressing room. At first, she had thought they were sunglasses and she was rightfully confused about him putting them on at that moment, but he walked right onto the set with them still in place and that’s when it hit her. They were a statement piece for his outfit. 

God, she loved her husband but she was seriously questioning his choices. The black-framed glasses were ever so slightly to big for his face. The lens appeared prescription strength in the way that they distorted his eyes to appear larger than reality. Sure, he wore reading glasses periodically at home but never had they made it into any sort of interview or red carpet before. Though he wouldn’t admit it to her, she knew it made him self-conscious about his age, especially considering the difference between them. So she would tell him how much she loved them, which wasn’t even the tiniest bit of a lie. Those glasses framed his face well and made him look refined. These on the other hand, well, as much as she tried to love them, it simply wasn’t happening. 

The interview lasted roughly an hour before they were back in his dressing room to pack up their things. Once he had cleared out the dressing room they hopped into a car to take them back to their hotel. Y/n waited with bated breath for him to remove the glasses, but he never so much as acknowledged them. Jensen conversed politely with her until they made it back to their suite. She plopped down onto the edge of the bed, watching him as he began to unpack his bag from the day. 

“Are you going to tell me why you keep looking at me like that?” He questioned finally, his one eyebrow quirking at her. 

“I-” Y/n chewed on the corner of her lip while she tried to find the words. “What is with the glasses?” 

“What do you mean?” Jensen crossed his eyes, playfully attempting to look at the specs without taking them off.

“Did you lose a bet…” her words trailed off, earning her a frown from her husband. 

“You don’t like my glasses.” It wasn’t a question.

“I don’t… not like them,” she tried with a smile but her husband knew her better than that. Jensen crossed his arms with a warning look, asking her to tell the truth. “Okay fine, they look like a bad 70’s accessory. I’m sorry, baby, but they are not it.” 

“These are Gucci,” he defended. Y/n hid her mouth behind her fingers, stifling a smile at his knee-jerk reaction to her opinion.

“I know this, and I love you, but just because you are playing, as you call him, a grandpa, doesn’t mean you need to dress like one.” Y/n made air quotes with her fingers as she talked. She knew she was digging herself a hole but damn it if she couldn’t stop talking. 

“Whatever, I need to change,” he scoffed as he began undoing the buttons on his shirt. The blatant roll of his eyes told her he was over this conversation but that didn’t stop what slipped out next. 

Y/n cupped her hands around her mouth and whispered, “Start with the glasses.”

Jensen froze, his eyes narrowing at his wife. She smiled at him, her tongue peeking out between her teeth. Before she could blink he darted towards her, his arms encompassing her as he tackled her into the bed.  A shriek left her mouth as the couple barreled into the plush furniture, quickly dissolving into giggles as he pinned her to the mattress.

“Careful, Jay, don’t need you breaking a hip.” Her words came out between snickers. She was quick to realize how worked up she had gotten him. 

“Funny, you weren’t saying that two days ago,” Jensen encompassed her with his form, one hand on either side of where her head lay. 

“Guess that was before I realized how close you might be to needing help from a little blue pill…” She let the words hang in the air, watching her husband’s jaw drop. 

“You gonna regret that,” he mumbled, dropping his voice as he cocked his head. 

“Promise?” Y/n bit her lip, a final challenge before Jensen dove in, capturing her lips with his own. Immediately she melted into the comforter, her hands moving to finish his job of undoing his top. Her work was distracted as the actor trailed his pillow-soft lips down her jaw and neck, using his tongue to suck the tender flesh into his mouth. A moan fell from her lips as he nipped her collarbone, the action egging him on. When she finally popped the last button, she hurriedly pushed the thin fabric from his shoulders. 

Jensen sat back on his legs, working open his belt and jeans as Y/n lifted her dress over her head. He let out a low whistle, letting his eyes roam down the expanse of her body, now just in a pair of panties. 

“I’m waiting, Grandpa,” she smirked, raising her arms above her head to emphasize her breasts for him. 

“Damnit woman,” he grunted, now in a hurry to rid them both of their offending bottoms. Once they were both exposed to the other, Jensen leaned back over her, again capturing her lips with his own in a heated kiss. He sucked her lower lip between his teeth as his hands ran down her curves. The action set her nerves aflame, warmth amalgamating low in her belly. 

In a second, his warmth was gone, and his large hands were flipping her onto her stomach. She rose to her hands and knees without a second thought, knowing that Jensen was not going to do her the courtesy of prepping her for him. The woman got no warning before her husband entered her from behind, his cock stretching her in every delicious and agonizing way. Her chin dropped to her chest as he set a grievously slow pace where she could feel every inch of him. 

“Fuck, Jay. Faster, please?” The words were a breathy plea on her lips. 

“What was that, baby?”

“I need more,” she reiterated. Jensen ran his fingers through her hair before gently tugging on the strands, pulling her frame up and flush against his own. His arms wrapped around her torso, the new muscles she loved so much dwarfing her body as he drove into her, faster with every thrust. His grunts were low, but deafening from their proximity to her. The sound was like music to her ears, each one helping to push her closer to the edge of oblivion. 

“Look at you, so wrecked from taking me like a good girl,” Jensen breathed out, his praises earning a whimper from his lover. “Do you think you deserve to come?” 

“Oh, fuck.” It was the only thing her brain could formulate at the moment. She knew this was a torture of her own creation. Y/n had pushed him to prove himself, knowing full well what would come of it, and damn it if she wasn’t regretting that now. The thing was he absolutely would deny her if she didn’t grovel. And it wouldn’t be the first time either. 

“I can’t hear you.”

“Nobody can fuck me like you. My body is yours.” It was the truth and had been since that first night together so many years ago. He had thoroughly ruined her for anyone else and still to this day proves that he knows her body better than herself. “I can’t come without you.” 

“It’s a start,” he murmured, his game punctuated with every thrust of his hips. His left hand traveled up to her throat, applying light pressure just above her collarbone. 

“Please.” She was nowhere near above begging him for release. 

“Since you asked nicely,” Jensen finally relented, using his opposite hand to press against her clit. The combination of sensations sent her over the cliff like a switch had been flipped. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the overwhelming sensations he continued to deliver until he too finished, rutting against her as he spilled himself inside her. 

His grip against her loosened and he let her back against the hotel comforter, taking care to keep her steady on her trembling legs. Y/n rolled over onto her back, staring blankly at the ceiling as her breathing evened out. Her husband joined her, resting his head against her stomach. Mindlessly her fingers came down to run through his long blonde locks. 

“Still think I need the blue pill?” He asked and she could feel him smile against her abdomen. 

“Fuck you,” she huffed out a laugh. 

“I think you just did.”

“Ugh, fine, you win this one, Ackles,” Y/n playfully pushed her husband from her side. “But next, time don’t expect me to cave so easily.”

“Oh?” One of his eyebrows shot up on his forehead and immediately she regretted her words. The actor was on her before she had a chance to blink, ready to prove himself as many times as it would take. 

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Trouble On Set

A Short Story

~Jensen and Jared have a habit of messing with costars, but what happens when one of them fights back?~

Jensen x Reader (ish), Misha, Jared / Dean x Carrie, Sam, Castiel

2,963 Words

Warnings: Pranks and Drama and Adult Behavior. Fluff.

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Dean raised his hand once more, ready to strike, and Carrie cringed in fear, shrinking down into a tiny thing, like a flower retreating from the frost.

“Please, don’t!” Her voice was weak and trembling just like her fragile frame. Blood trickled down from the cut on her lip, bruises blossomed beneath her smooth skin.

Dean froze, his fist hovering in the air above his head. He caught his breath and crumbled inside, green eyes going wide with sadness. “I- I didn’t mean to…”

Sam rushed past his brother, nearly knocking him to the side as he fell to his knees to check on Carrie. She lunged forward into his big arms, finding a bit of comfort as they wrapped tight around her.

“It’s OK,” he whispered, “I got you.”

She looked up from Sam’s shoulder to Dean, her eyes huge with shock and betrayal. “Dean, I-”

A loud, blistering pop of air ripped through the room, accompanied by a rotten smell so foul that Carrie could not hold back her disgust.

“Dean, I- I-” The smell permeated her senses and her gag reflex activated. “Oh god-”

Jared laughed, his giant body shaking, still wrapped around Y/N. She gagged loudly and tried to pry herself out of his grasp.

“Cut!”

“Oh my god!” Y/N held her breath and shoved at Jared’s chest, finally pushing him away.

Above them, Jensen looked down with a wicked smile. “Jesus, dude, what’d you eat!” He waved a hand in front of his face as the smell finally reached him.

“You’re disgusting,” Misha added, standing off to the side on his mark. “So gross.”

Jared stood up and shrugged as he adjusted his jeans, yanking them up back into place. “Hey! Shit happens!”

Jensen burst into a loud cackle that bent him clean in half. “Did you shit yourself?”

Y/N tried to stay calm, keep herself professional, but the smell seemed to be getting worse. “Wow.”

“Think something died in your ass, dude,” Jensen went on, hands on his knees as he laughed.

Jared took it all in like he was winning an award, smile beaming as the crew reset.

“OK! Settle! Let’s go again.”

Dean raised his fist high, his jaw twitching with anger.

Carrie shrank down and away, terrified and aching from his previous blow. “Please, don’t!” Her voice trembled, her hand shot up to hide her face from his wrath.

Dean froze, his fingers unfurling as he looked down at her, pain and sadness filling his freckled face. “I- I didn’t mean to…”

Carrie stared up at him, tears flooding her pretty eyes.

Jensen licked his lips slowly, seductively, and raised an eyebrow at Y/N.

Sam rushed past Dean and dropped down to his knees next to Carrie. She fell forward into his big arms as her breath became labored with heavy sobs.

“It’s OK,” he whispered, “I got you.”

Jensen bared his teeth and ran the tip of his tongue across the edges, licking his chops like a wolf as he stared at her.

Carrie looked up from Sam’s shoulder and a tear fell from her eye. “Dean, I-”

Again, Jensen used his tongue, this time flickering it quickly between his teeth, then rolling it suggestively. He smirked as Y/N shivered, distracted by his movements.

“Dean, I-”

Another slow, long roll of his tongue.

“I, uh…”

“Cut!”

Jared leapt to his feet and went over to Jensen, continuing a conversation from before the first take. Misha pulled out his phone, and Y/N simply stayed on the dirty studio floor, wiping real tears from her face with the hem of her shirt.

“You OK?”

Blue eyes were wide with genuine concern, but Y/N waved Misha off. “I’m fine. Thank you.” Her smile was weak but managed to help calm her frustration.

“OK, people. Let’s go again! Take ten…”

And so it went.

After five days of filming the first of her seven episode run, Y/N had messed up nearly every shot she was in, whether by design or fear of having it ruined. Jared and Jensen were terribly wicked, making her break constantly, tripping her, making faces at each other or her, farting- it was almost unmanageable. Through it all, Y/N tried her best to stay calm and keep going. It was a huge thing- landing a spot on such a great show, but she didn’t know if she could do it for much longer. The frustration was boiling up inside of her, and- not to mention- she felt unwanted and severely disliked. Everyone always talked about how nice Ackles and Padalecki were to guest stars, how playful and loving the set was, how the cast and crew were like family. Y/N sure as hell wasn’t feeling like family. More like the black sheep no one wanted to talk about. Or to.

Dean raised his hand once more, ready to strike, and Carrie cringed in fear, shrinking down into a tiny thing, like a flower retreating from the frost.

“Please, don’t!” Her voice was weak and trembling just like her fragile frame. Blood trickled down from the cut on her lip, bruises blossomed beneath her smooth skin.

Dean froze, his fist hovering in the air above his head. He caught his breath and crumbled inside, green eyes going wide with sadness. “I- I didn’t mean to…”

Sam rushed past his brother, nearly knocking him to the side as he fell to his knees to check on Carrie. She lunged forward into his big arms, finding a bit of comfort as they wrapped tight around her.

“It’s OK,” he whispered, “I got you.”

She looked up from Sam’s shoulder to Dean, her eyes huge with shock and betrayal. “Dean, I-”

Jensen looked up at the ceiling, refusing to meet her gaze. He puckered his lips as if whistling, completely ignoring her.

“Dean-”

He tongued his cheek and sighed, seemingly annoyed by her acting.

“I… um…”

Y/N cleared her throat and grit her teeth, determined to make it through the take.

“Dean- I’m so sorry.” Carrie let loose a stream of loud tears, pouring them into Sam’s shoulder. “I’m sorry!”

“And...cut! We got it. That’s dinner, people.”

Y/N stepped out into the cold Vancouver night, totally uninterested in dinner or anything other than collapsing into her bed back at the hotel. She needed a shower, a drink, and a call back home to her best friend. The job she’d been looking forward to for weeks had turned out to be a nightmare.

Finally alone, she closed her eyes and lifted them towards the dark sky, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. Things were not what they had seemed.

Boots echoed behind her and Y/N startled, turning to see Jensen walking towards her, a kind smile upon his plump lips.

“Hey.” He stopped a few feet away and tucked his hands into his pockets, rocking back on his heels nervously.

Y/N’s anxiety spiked and her stomach tightened. “Hey.”

He licked his bottom lip slowly, green eyes flashing over her face. “Great job today. Made it through that scene nicely.”

Confused, Y/N swallowed down her annoyance and nodded. “Thanks. You too.”

“It’s not easy to cry like that,” he complimented, voice smooth and sweet. “I’m impressed.”

Her eyes narrowed on him, not sure what was going on. “Thanks?”

“Really,” he pushed with a smile, the apples of his cheeks burning pink under the lot lights. “You did great.”

Y/N couldn’t respond; her thoughts twisted in utter confusion. She stared at Jensen as if he were some alien being sent to drive her insane.

He tipped back on his boot heels and took a deep breath, prepping for something. He cleared his throat and locked his knees. “So anyway… I was wondering if you… wanted to come get a drink with me? We’re pretty much done for the day. I think they’re just reshooting Jared’s scene with Misha next, so you and I could sneak away.” He held his breath and dug his front teeth hard into his bottom lip, waiting for her answer.

It was not what he expected.

Y/N’s jaw dropped and she blinked furiously at him, stunned. “Excuse me?”

Jensen laughed timidly. “There’s a bar we like to go to downtown. We can… go hang out? Get a buzz on?” He shrugged and smiled.

Y/N snapped. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

He jolted. “What?”

“I said, are you fucking kidding me?” she spat, turning towards him with rage pulsing from her form. Jensen took a step back but she came closer. “You… you have been fucking with me all fucking week!” Her voice echoed down the alleyway, giant metal buildings amplifying her rage like a blow horn. “You’re so mean! You��� you and Jared have been fucking up every take for me! You tripped me twice, I slammed into a wall yesterday; you’re making disgusting remarks and faces at me while I’m trying to cry. You’re ruining this for me!”

Jensen’s hands lifted from his pockets to surrender, his palms facing her in the dark. “Whoa. It’s not… we’re not-”

“You’re not? You’re not! You’re gonna get me fired! Do you even care about anyone but yourself? This is a huge deal for me and you’re going to ruin it. I’m gonna get fired because you can’t keep be fucking professional and Jared can’t stop eating burritos for lunch!” Y/N caught herself, gasping for a breath while her pulse raged in her ears. “Fuck!”

Jensen shook his head in shock and lowered his hands. “Y/N, it’s… really not what you think. Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“You’re sorry? Oh, he’s sorry!” She spun around, telling the world. “He’s sorry he’s going to get me fired, everyone! Jensen Ackles is sorry! That makes it all better!”

He stood, dumbfounded and guilty, his shoulders falling low, his eyes filling with hurt. “Wow. I’m… really sorry.”

Y/N took a deep, shaking breath and turned her eyes away, not wanting him to see her cry. “Yeah. Thanks for the apology.” She crossed her arms and spun on her heel, turning her back on him. “Think I’ll pass on drinks.”

Jensen tried to say something, to find some way to smooth things over, but his voice died in the back of his throat, his mind empty and unsure. “Yeah,” he mumbled, backing away. “OK.”

She heard him walk away and she did the same, stalking towards the parking lot.

From the shadows, a dark figure emerged, black hair a mess, trenchcoat flapping gently in the breeze.

“You know he’s just fucking with you.”

Misha’s voice called to her and Y/N turned to see him leaning against the corner of the building, clearly having heard and seen everything.

“You usually lurk in the shadows like that?”

He laughed and shrugged. “No, but I’m usually in the right place at the right time.”

Y/N shook her head. “Not me. I’m clearly in the wrong place, wrong time, wrong profession.”

Misha pushed himself away from the wall. “Nah. You were really good today.”

“Was I?” she snit, sarcasm coating every inch of her. “Sorry. I’m just- they’re torturing me and I don’t know why.” Her voice cracked. “They fucking hate me. What did I do?”

He laughed.

“Oh, that’s funny to you?”

He shook his head. “They don’t hate you, Y/N.”

She huffed. “I highly doubt that, but thank you.”

Misha came closer and lowered his voice. “You know, they only torture those they like. Especially Jensen. He’s only like that with people he… really likes.” He emphasized the last like as if he were the grade school gossip and Y/N scoffed.

“Yeah, right.”

He grinned and shrugged. “Believe me or don’t, but it’s true. At least with you around, I’m getting a break.”

Y/N’s shoulders scrunched up high as she processed the new information. “He… likes me?”

Misha nodded. “Yup. He’s like a kid on a playground,” he told her. “If he dips your pigtails in ink tomorrow, don’t be upset. It’s like his mating call.”

Y/N cracked the first smile in days and hummed devilishly. “Hmm…”

“That’s a scary hmm,” Misha laughed.

“It is,” she agreed, turning to meet his gaze. “Maybe we can use this,” she said, lowering her voice to a harsh whisper. “Maybe we can prank him back.”

He laughed. “Yeah, that never works. I’ve tried.”

Again, Y/N’s brain turned in circles as her plan pieced together. “Hmm…”

Misha leaned back and watched her think. “Oh, this is gonna be good.”

Carrie walked into the kitchen, her face covered in bruises; a tiny butterfly bandage above her eyelid holding together a deep cut. She tiptoed down the steps and skirted the perimeter, eyes ever on Dean who sat alone at the table. He nursed a beer, two empty bottles haphazardly lined up next to it.

“Rough night?” she asked, her voice cracking with nervous emotion.

Dean didn’t look at her. He lifted the bottle to his lips and took a long sip, his eyes closing as the brew flooded his tongue. He came up with a heavy breath. “Rough life.”

She nodded and took a step towards him. “Yeah. I don’t doubt it.” Bare feet were sticky on the tile as she went to him, stopping at the edge of the table. “Do you wanna-”

“Talk about it?” he snapped, cutting her off, looking up with pained, red-rimmed eyes. “No. Do you?”

Meekly, Carrie shook her head. “No.”

She started to turn, meaning to leave him alone to wallow, but Dean’s hand shot out to grab her wrist, pulling her down to him. He looked up, a little drunk, mostly guilty.

“Why are you still here?” he whispered, tears choking his deep voice.

Her bottom lip trembled as his grip tightened. “W-what do you mean?”

Dean sat up, drawing closer to her, gaze digging into her soul. “Why are you still here? I almost killed you.”

She swallowed hard and leaned down, breath passing over his lips like a warm breeze. He closed his eyes but the kiss never landed. She pressed her cheek to his and whispered in his ear. “Because I can’t leave you…”

Dean’s eyes welled with tears.

Y/N’s whisper continued as the camera zoomed in over her shoulder on Dean’s reaction. “Because all I can think about is taking you out back and sucking your big, juicy cock over and over until you die of dehydration.”

Jensen choked on his own spit, so shocked by her words. He coughed to clear his throat and the scene was dead.

“Cut!”

Y/N pulled back and stared down at him, daring him to say anything. Jensen was stunned, looking up with wide eyes.

She winked.

He shivered.

“Back it up! Reset!”

Carrie tiptoed down the steps into the kitchen, bruised and battered from the night before. She saw Dean and shivered, body tensing up as she walked the edges of the room

“Rough night?” she asked, voice shaking.

Dean ignored her and lifted the bottle to his lips. “Rough life.”

Carrie took a step towards him. “Yeah. I don’t doubt it.” She floated towards him, nervous but needing to help. “Do you wanna-”

“Talk about it?” he growled, looking up at her.

Y/N let her eyes go soft and parted her lips. The tip of her tongue shot out to slowly drag across her bottom lip. Jensen swallowed hard.

“No,” Dean snit. “Do you?”

Carrie shook her head. “No.”

She started to leave but Dean reached for her wrist, pulling her down to him. He looked up and gasped.

Y/N puckered her lips into a perfect circle and Jensen couldn’t think of anything else but her mouth wrapped around his cock.

“W-Why are you... s-still here?” he whispered, chest heaving, eyes gazing over.

Carrie’s lip trembled “What do you mean, Dean?”

Y/N spoke his name with half a moan and Jensen squirmed in his seat, feeling his dick grow.

“Uh…Um...Why? W-why are-”

“Cut!”

Thrice more, Jensen mucked up the scene. Staring at Y/N, he couldn’t get any words to properly form, let alone a tear to fall. She licked her lips, batted her lashes, sucked her fingers, moaned in his ear. The closer they got to finishing the scene, the harder she teased him, and in the end, he could barely stand.

Dean stood quickly and Carrie backed away, afraid he would strike her again. Her wrist was snagged in his hand, his grip unbreakable.

“Let me go!” she demanded, twisting in his grasp.

Dean walked her backwards until she hit the countertop, her breath pushing out in a shocked huff.

“Dean!”

He kissed her silent, releasing her hand only to hold her cheeks, push his breath into her, his pain, his guilt.

“I’m sorry.”

She licked his kiss from her lips and closed her eyes. “I know.”

“Cut! We got it!”

Jensen dropped his hands from Y/N’s cheeks but didn’t back away right away. She bucked her hips forward and he groaned deep in the back of his throat. He was hard against her, his erection straining in his jeans.

The crew carried on their business and slowly, Jensen backed away, clasping his hands in front of his crotch.

“You figured it out,” he said with a faint laugh.

Y/N tongued her cheek and looked away, over his shoulder. “I had a little help from an angel,” she confessed.

Jensen dropped his head. “Damnit Misha.”

Y/N lifted her eyes to his. “Damnit, nothing.” She cocked her head and leaned close. “Wanna go get that drink now?”

Jensen’s lips puckered and he let out a slow breath. “Hell yes.”

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At the request of a few merry gentlefolk—lamenting the lack of a holiday exchange this year—we give you WinterNatural! The most low-stress, low-worry prompt meme we could pull down the chimney.

Anything holiday, seasonal, and/or wintery welcomed. Now bring us some figgy pudding, and get prompting and filling!

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Go Fish, Bitch

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x teen!reader, a little bit of Jared Padalecki x teen!reader as well

Summary: When Jensen gets bored, he tends to cause chaos. Today, he brings Y/N into the chaos, and she loves it. In which a card game commences, and Jensen loses by a long shot.

Warnings: None. Pure, tooth-rotting fluff.

Word Count: 870 ish.

A/N: Hello lovelies! I'm going to try to start writing for the SPN cast, I honestly really love their dynamic. As always, requests are open :) Feel free to send in any asks/requests/random thoughts!

Standing at the door to Y/N's trailer, Jensen knocked twice. Another boring day on the set of Supernatural meant he had nothing to do. He'd already teased Jared and Misha and filmed his scenes, so for once he could say he had nothing to do.

A minute later, you opened the door.

"The hell do you want, Jense? You know I love you and all, but I'm really trying to do my homework." you grumbled, despite the goofy smile on your face. Truth be told, Jensen was one of your favorite people. Seeing as you were 16 and still in school, Jensen and you loved playing pranks on the rest of the cast. If you asked Jensen, you were the only one who had his sense of humor.

"I'm bored out of my mind, kiddo. I've filmed my scenes and Jare and Misha kicked me out, I literally have nothing to do."

"Fine," you sighed, "come on in." Opening the door, Jensen walked in, plopping down on the couch while you shut and locked the door.

"So, how're you doing today?" he asked, turning on the T.V.

"Please don't make me think about my life." you groaned, laying back on the couch. "what do you wanna do, anyways?"

"Well, I kind of brought cards..?" he said sheepishly, and a smile found its way onto your face.

"Fuck yeah! Ever played Go Fish?" you asked excitedly.

"Okay, first of all, language. Second of all, obviously, I'm not that old." he rolled his eyes, taking the pack of cards out of his jean pocket.

"You shuffle and I'll deal?" you asked, grabbing the hoodie in the corner of the room and doing your best to clean off the kitchen table. He nodded, and you set out a bag of chips. You both sat down, you dealing the cards and Jensen grabbing the bag of chips like it was a lifeline.

"Okay, I'll go first since you so rudely took my focus away from my homework. Any fives?" Jensen groaned and handed you his five, already prepared to lose the game.

"Any twos?" you asked with a smug grin on your face. At Jensen's shit-eating grin, you begrudgingly drew a card from the pile.

"Do you, my fair lady, happen to have any nines?" You sighed as you handed him your card. You both had 5 cards left-the game could go either way.

"Okay. Any threes?" You handed him another card, and he laid down the match with a proud expression on his face. "Aces?"

"Nope. Go fish, bitch." Jensen gasped, pretending to be offended. He drew a card.

"How dare thine disrespect me like that!" he exclaimed in a posh accent.

"Well, British guy, do you have any Kings?" Jensen threw his King across the table.

"Queens?" He once again threw a card at you. You decided to test your luck.

"Any twos?" He muttered some version of a curse word as he threw the card at your face. You had two cards left, and he knew he was screwed.

"Any fours?" He shook his head, and you drew a card with a sad expression on your face.

"Do you have any Aces?" he asked, hopeful. "Nice try, Jens. Nope! Go fishin'."

"Do you have any sevens?" you asked, and he once again handed you his card. "I'm really good at this," you mumbled, once again left with only two cards.

"Do you have any jacks, Jay?" you asked, your grin only getting wider when he handed you his card.

"Do you...Jensen Ackles... have an eight?" "Fuuuuck!" he exclaimed, hurling his card at you.

"I WIN!" you yelled, getting up and doing a victory dance that could only be described as terrifying.

"Y/N, you probably just alerted the whole crew of your little victory," Jensen sighed, throwing his head in his hands dramatically.

"Well excuse me if I'm a little excited about my win. I've been having a rough day, you can't rain on my fishy parade."

Jensen accepted the loss, and gathered the cards, putting them back in the box. He smiled as you practically dragged him to the couch, throwing yourself on top of him to get in your self-proclaimed "spot".

"Watch yourself, squirrel, or I'll throw you right off the couch!"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatcha wanna watch?" you questioned, grabbing the remote off the floor where it fell during your scuffle.

"Brooklyn Nine-Nine?" he asked hopefully, and did a happy dance as well as he could from his position. You put on his favorite episode, the one where Jake tries to join a bike group to find out evidence.

You both end up falling asleep curled up on the couch, and when Jared comes to get you because you missed a scene, he audibly 'awws' when he sees the scene. Quickly taking a photo and posting it on his Instagram to make the father-daughter fans happy, he wakes you two up gently.

"Y/N, honey, you missed your cue. The directors are calling for you, c'mon."

At his call, you rush out of the trailer, homework long forgotten.

Jensen may or may not finish it for you, but if asked, he will definitely deny it. It's a dad's duty, right?

[sofreddie]

Resigned 5

Summary: Jensen and Y/N enjoy their Mate Leave, getting to know one another better. But Y/N still struggles to adjust to life as a mated Omega.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Omegas are second-class citizens/mistreated, Angst, Fluff

WC: 3210

A/N: It only took a year to get to the next chapter! I'm so sorry about that. Life, inspiration (or lack thereof), and so many reasons why writing has been quite difficult lately. But at least I'm still doing the doing!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Previously…

"All I ask," he pleaded, taking her hands in his own, "Is that you be mine. Give me and us an actual, real chance together."

A hint of a smile graced her lips as she leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth, "Okay, Jay," she agreed, and she felt the swell in his heart as she spoke his name for the first time. "Together."

-

When they went to bed that night, Y/N was expecting her Alpha would want her. But Jensen surprised her, wanting to settle into bed and hold her close. She relaxed as his warmth and scent surrounded her, feeling her walls coming down. She enjoyed being close to him and his solid but careful touch. She gave in to her Omega's need to be held and comforted, ignoring her mind telling her it was not that simple.

"Tell me about you, Y/N," Jensen's voice broke their stillness. "About your life."

"I don't know what to say," she sighed. After she told him the truth, she was sure he'd want nothing to do with her. But her Omega and their bond pushed her to respond. "A traditional family raised me, and when I presented, they tried to arrange a mate-" Jensen growled under his breath at that, and Y/N buried herself deeper into his chest with a whimper. He shushed and soothed her with his hands running over her back and sides, so she cautiously continued.

"I've never behaved like an Omega should, and I didn't want to be married off to some random Alpha just because that's what I was supposed to do," She huffed in anger at the memory. "So they disowned me. I went on my own and went on the strongest suppressants I could find."

"So it's just been you?" Jensen asked in concern. When she nodded, his heart broke. "How long?"

"Ten years," she sniffled and shook her head. "I've had friends and some boyfriends," she admitted, and Jensen fought back the bristle. "But I never really fit in anywhere or with anyone."

"That's because you were supposed to be with me," Jensen insisted, leaning over to cup her cheek, smiling when she leaned into his touch. Though her heat and his rut were mainly passed, their bond drew out the need. It didn't help that she was completely free of any suppressants or blockers, her body ready for him with his gentle but warm touch.

"Sleep, Omega," he insisted, a hint of command underlining his tone.

She couldn't protest, curling further into him and hiding away in his comforting scent. It started to scare her how much she truly needed and wanted him.

-

When she woke in the morning, she was alone. Jensen's side of the massive king-sized bed was empty. His scent permeated everything, especially the soft, silky sheets against her skin. She didn't want to get out of bed, but if Jensen was awake, she needed to get up, too.

She threw on some sweats and a tee and made her way to the kitchen, seeing Jensen sitting at the counter on a stool, his laptop open in front of him.

"Good morning," she smiled warmly, pouring herself a cup of coffee and pulling out the items to make a quick breakfast.

"Morning," he replied, shifting in his seat. His scent was tinged with worry and concern.

She looked at him suspiciously, "What's going on?"

He deflated quickly, starting to understand that they couldn't hide much from each other. A sixth sense began to develop between them.

"Nothing," he tried, but her narrowed gaze made him huff a breath. "I was just completing the paperwork for our mating," he explained, and she nodded. "Did you know your Dad put a mating fee on you?"

Her eyes widened as she stared at him in shock, "A…mating fee?" she clarified.

Jensen sighed and shook his head, "Yeah, I guess after you declined the arrangement with that other Alpha, he was out the dowry. He never officially reported you as disowned, just as a wayward Omega." She scowled at his words. A Wayward Omega was essentially a disobedient runaway. "Since we mated, he's demanding a mating fee, a reimbursement of the dowry he lost."

"Jensen," she swallowed hard. "I swear I didn't know-"

"I already paid it."

"What?"

He smiled as he came around the counter, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her head. "I already paid it, Omega. This morning, he signed the paperwork to relinquish his rights as your Alpha."

She started to sob, and Jensen held her tighter, his concern growing. "I swear, Alpha, I didn't know. I wouldn't do that."

"I know."

He wasn't sure if she was aware, but he never thought she'd have set him up, maliciously kept it from him, or even sought out his money. He just genuinely wondered if she knew. But now, he was sure she was clueless about it. She didn't even know she was listed as Wayward. He was suddenly even more grateful to have found her when he did. Her sobbing grew until Jensen was forced to bark an Alpha command just to get her to calm down.

"I'm not angry, Y/N," he gently explained. "So why are you so upset, Honey?"

She took a deep breath and met his eyes. "Not only did you claim me, but you bought me," she complained, her lip quivering. "You own me in every way someone can be owned," she answered.

He encouraged her to rest against his chest, his arms holding her tight. "The world may see it that way, Y/N. But I don't. You're not just something to be owned."

"I don't understand," she continued, pulling from his embrace entirely, her frenzy taking control. "I don't understand why. Because I'm a bad Omega, I've been nothing but trouble. I've been rejected by my job, home, and society."

Jensen watched as she completely unraveled before his eyes. He could understand the meltdown; so much was happening in her life. Not to mention the overwhelming emotions flowing between them from their bonding. She was spiraling out of control, and he needed to reel her back in.

"Y/N," he called to her, taking her into his arms when she stopped pacing. "I will never reject you," he promised. "We belong together, and I'd do anything to keep you by my side, including paying some damn extortionist fee." Her breath hitched, but her body softened into his hold. "But I won't force you to be with me or to reciprocate if you don't want this." It would kill him to let her go, but he'd have to let her go if she wasn't happy with him or couldn't believe she could be.

She knew she belonged to the Alpha when she was eventually claimed, and his responsibility was to provide while hers was to maintain the home and kids. Just because he happened to be kind and wealthy shouldn't have changed that for her, but somehow it did. It made her feel like she was taking advantage, even if she wasn't. She didn't feel like she deserved any of it, especially him.

She could see the worry in his eyes, feel his concern through their bond, and she felt awful for doing that to him. She could feel his love for her, the truth of it, through their bond. Her emotions were everywhere, and she struggled to reconcile everything.

"I'm just scared and angry and lost, Jay," she spoke, tucking herself into him. "I'm sorry."

"We're good?" he asked, pecking her lips when she nodded.

"Now let me make you breakfast, Alpha," she smiled, turning towards the stove.

"You don't have to do things like that for me," Jensen spoke, but she turned on him with a warning glare, a brow raised for emphasis.

He raised his hands in defense, backing out of the kitchen to sit back on his stool. He grinned as he watched Y/N work. Honestly, it was nice to have someone taking care of him. He'd been alone so long he almost forgot what it was like.

Completing the paperwork, he closed the laptop and pushed it aside just as she placed a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast in front of him. His stomach rumbled, and he dug in, not realizing how hungry he was. He scarfed it down in no time, making Shannon laugh as she took his plate and refilled it before sitting beside him with her own.

-

Y/N was excited and nervous as she scrambled through the large kitchen of the home she shared with her Alpha, Jensen. For the past two weeks, they had spent every waking moment together, enjoying their Mate Leave - and enjoying was most certainly the proper word. Jensen had kept his promise, treating her with love and respect; his eyes and smile were always filled with light and excitement just for her. It made it easier to hold up her promise to him, to give them a genuine try and chance.

It certainly helped that the sex was amazing. Y/N didn't know it could be so good and that a partner could be so attentive. Jensen was awakening her to her most primal desires. Her Omega was thoroughly satiated and more than eager for her Alpha at any given time. At first, it wasn't easy. She was torn between her utter defiance of being an Omega and trying to be everything an Omega in this world was supposed to be for their Alpha. It took a few days and Jensen's constant encouragement for her to find that balance. Once she did, everything clicked in place.

Today, however, was the last day of their mated leave. Jensen had to return with Jared to Vancouver in the morning and insisted on Y/N coming with them. Their bags were already packed, and she spent most of her day in the kitchen, creating a lavish meal. In less than an hour, her Alpha's parents would be coming to meet her.

Glancing at the clock for the umpteenth time, she rushed to put the final touches on the platters of food ready to be consumed. With a nod and a smirk, she approved of her work, hoping to make the best impression. Although they were true mates, she felt others wouldn't accept her. Or, more importantly, that they wouldn't allow her the freedoms her Alpha had.

"Looks and smells amazing, Omega," Jensen spoke as his arms wrapped around her waist from behind, holding her closely.

"Thank you, Alpha," she beamed up at him.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that curled her toes. She couldn't stop the whine as they pulled apart, a knock at the door breaking their little bubble. He chuckled and stole another peck before taking her by the hand to answer the door.

Y/N stood silently by her Alpha's side as they greeted Jensen's parents. She could feel how elated her Alpha was, his family together in his home. She did her best to remain quiet and smile gently but quickly grew overwhelmed.

Being off her suppressants and blockers made the bond between her and her Alpha light up in neon. But with other people and scents around, she was worried she couldn't handle it. Determined to make her Alpha happy and proud, she swallowed down her insecurities and worries as best she could.

She watched with rapt attention as Jensen's father, Alan, removed the collar from his Omega, tucking it away. She rubbed absentmindedly at her neck. True to his word, Jensen never made her wear the collar. Although, they hadn't been back out into the world again, having spent their leave in his Austin home.

His mother - Donna, she learned - was lacking in sores or redness or any indication of extended collar wear or abuse. She looked over her shoulder and smiled warmly at her Alpha once the collar was removed.

It was completely different from anything she'd known or understood. Growing up, her family was very traditional. Omegas were not allowed to be individuals but were raised and trained to belong to an Alpha. Once she learned that her father had selected an Alpha for her to be given to, she ran from that life and those traditions, hiding as a Beta.

After her time with Jensen and enjoying the easy-going dinner with his family, she wondered if these people were more of a light in the darkness. A possible hope that things might change in the future. After dinner, Jensen took his father to the backyard to enjoy drinks and talk. Y/N focused on cleaning up as his mother came to assist.

"So, how are things going?" Donna asked with a gentle smile. "You settling in okay?"

"Um, yeah," Y/N nodded, a bit of anxiety creeping in. "Jensen's been a good Alpha."

"He better be," she responded, scoffing as she loaded the dishwasher. "If he doesn't, you tell me, and I'll put him in his place."

Y/N's eyes widened at Donna's words, making the older woman chuckle at her shock.

"We raised Jensen to be an honorable man and a good Alpha. Jensen is different," she explained. "So is his father. To them, an Alpha's job is to provide and protect. Jensen works with different organizations to try and fight Omega laws and the OE."

"But why?" Y/N finally voiced. "They're Alphas. Why would they care about how Omegas are treated?"

"Because they understand that we're all people, and our genetics shouldn't dictate otherwise," she said with a little edge. "Have you never been around people who treated you like a person?"

"No," Y/N sighed, shaking her head. "I hid as a Beta. Before that, my family was rigorous and traditional regarding Omegas. I didn't want to be owned." Her hand ran over the claiming mark at her neck as the memories swept her away, darkness filling her eyes.

"Omega, you okay?" Jensen's voice had her snapping back to reality, her hand dropping as she met his questioning gaze.

"Yes, Alpha. I'm fine," she flashed a tight smile. Donna exchanged silent looks with Jensen and his father behind him.

"That'll be the new bond," Alan piped up as he moved to hold his wife. "Can feel every little thing," he said as he smiled at her.

"Ah, to be young and newly mated," Donna swooned. "So, how did you meet?" she asked giddily. "Tell me everything."

Jensen and Y/N exchanged a worried look, awkwardly casting their eyes to the floor. Jensen rubbed the back of his neck and couldn't meet his mother's eyes.

"I was in a rut," he began, quickly recanting their meeting, his scent souring with shame. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became with himself for letting it get so bad. He had dreamed his whole life of finding his mate, and when he did, he'd scared her half to death and practically forced himself on her. Even though they'd reconciled and were moving past it, he didn't think he'd fully forgive himself for how they bonded.

After an extended and uncomfortable silence filled with disapproving glares from his parents and ever-growing scents of anger and disappointment, Donna finally spoke.

"Well, you'll spend the rest of your life making it up to her. Won't you?" she pointedly asked with a raised brow.

Jensen swallowed hard and nodded, "Yes, Ma'am. I promise," he grabbed Y/N's hand, squeezing it for emphasis and looking at her so she knew he truly meant it and promised her as well.

The rest of the night went much better, the aggression and awkwardness fading. Y/N was more than surprised at his parent's reaction. He was their son and an Alpha, yet they berated him for his actions. Their scents were full of protectiveness over her. She was amazed at their attitudes and freedoms and how they treated her. It gave her even more hope for the future.

Even so, she was grateful when they left, leaving her alone with her Alpha again. While feeling better about being Jensen's Omega, she still had many concerns about what lay ahead for them. She knew Jensen could feel her turmoil, and as he sat beside her on the couch, she knew they would talk about it.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" Jensen's tone was soft and pleading. He knew that she and his parents immediately hit it off, liking each other. But something was making her incredibly uncomfortable.

"Nothing, Alpha," she quickly replied, her face falling as Jensen gave her a look. She sighed, relenting, "I don't know how to be Omega. I'm trying to be a good Omega, but the only thing I know about good Omegas is being submissive and quiet. But you're not happy with that either."

"Hey," he soothed, wrapping his arm around her and tucking her close into his side. "I don't want you to be anyone other than yourself. We talked about this."

"I know," she admitted, dropping her head with a sigh. "I'm trying. And I don't want to disappoint you or your parents."

"Something else is bothering you."

She wanted to deny it and tell him everything was alright. She rubbed at her claiming mark absentmindedly as she carefully thought over her words. Chewing on her lip, she turned to face him, dropping her hands into her lap and taking a deep breath.

"I'm nervous about the move to Vancouver," she exhaled a relieved breath. "I've been on my own before, but not as an open and claimed Omega. I'm worried that without you there, I'm going to mess up, or something's going to happen."

Jensen shushed her and brought her into his arms once more, soothing away the growing panic crashing over her.

"You'll like Vancouver," Jensen spoke as he rocked her. "It's more progressive. Omegas still have to wear collars, but laws are changing rapidly."

"I'm sorry," she wiped away the tears that streamed down her face and dripped off her chin. "Other than my time with you, being an Omega has been hell. It's hard to suddenly feel so caged and restricted, to think of every step I take and everything I do in terms of whether it will get me in trouble or not. Honestly, I feel great about you and us," she insisted, cupping his cheek. "It's everything else that has me going crazy. And I know you'll do everything possible to make me feel equal. But that doesn't change the world or how it sees and treats me."

He didn't argue. Knowing she was right and not understanding how to improve it, he pulled her into his lap and settled back into the couch, holding her close and tucking her into the crook of his neck. He knew his scent would help calm her. In that moment, he wanted to take on the world, to force it to realize how wrong it was to subjugate anyone in such a way. Weren't we all just people?

But he was only one man. Even with the help of friends and family, how much change could any of them do? Regardless, his precious Omega was more than worth at least trying. If somehow he could, he would change the world for her.

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[impalaimagining]

How about something with Jensen teasing you during a panel and you know you’re in for it that night after SNS? 😏

Jensen Ackles x Reader

672 words

Warnings: implied smut

He’s been throwing glances your way all morning, and the mid-afternoon main panel is no different. Sitting front row has never felt more like you’re in the spotlight. Ever since your photo op, you’ve been the target of his affectionate teasing.

The shirt you were wearing had holes in it, and Jensen wrapped his arm around you a little too closely during your first photo op. You stepped away and his finger ended up inside your shirt, running along your ribcage.

“Oh!” Jensen tried to pull his hand back, but just ended up getting more tangled in the frayed fabric, the sound of cloth ripping echoing through the air as the song playing on the speaker came to an end. “Shit…” He muttered. “Uh, come over here.”

Jensen pulled you to the side of the photo op room, only after he literally tore your shirt half off ina  room full of people.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, looking at the floor. “Should’ve picked a different shirt.”  Jensen chuckled. 

“You mean you don’t like me undressing you in public?” He smirked.

Son of a bitch.

“Uh, um… I…” You stammered, making Jensen’s grin grow and a low laugh fell from his lips.

“You’re fine, darlin’. I’m sorry I ruined your shirt. Give Clif your name and room number and I’ll have another one sent to your room.” Jensen squeezed your shoulder. “Or… wait.” He held up his finger to the handler across the room, who rolled her eyes and huffed visibly. Jensen led you to the merch table in the middle of the vendors’ room. “Hi.” He smiled at the woman behind the table, piled high with t-shirts. “She’s gonna pick a shirt,” Jensen looked down at you, where you were still tucked into his side, his arm around your shoulders, “and whatever else she wants, and it’ll be on my tab. Call me over after this round of photo ops and I’ll pay for it.”

“Jensen, you-” you started, eyes wide in shock, but Jensen cut you off.

“Ah.” He closed his eyes. “I don’t wanna hear it. I fucked up your shirt, I’m gonna buy you a new one.” 

“Y- you don’t have to do that.” You tried again, but Jensen just raised his brows. “Fine.” You sighed. “Since you’re buying it, why don’t you choose it?” Jensen smiled and nodded, eyes glancing over the endless sea of t-shirts laid out in front of him.

“That one.” He said definitively, almost proudly.

His - well, Dean’s - face made up the entire front of the shirt, and the name “Dean” sprawled down one side while “Winchester” snaked down the other. 

“And a coffee mug, and a pint glass.” Jensen added, and you looked up at him with furrowed brows. “For when I take you out for a drink and then coffee the next morning.” He whispered with a quick wink. Your heart pounded in your chest as the woman handed you the bag of merchandise. Jensen squeezed your shoulder again, apologizing one more time before you went separate ways. 

Jensen’s eyes scan the crowd and find you almost immediately. A grin spreads across his lips when he sees you’ve changed into the Dean Winchester shirt. He continues to let his gaze land and linger on you as he answers questions, regardless of whether not they pertain to anything about you. Then there’s a question about coffee.

Instantly, Jensen’s stare is fully on you. He mentions the way he drinks his coffee, and then he says something that makes your heart leap.

“If I’m lucky, I get to share my morning coffee with someone. If I’m even luckier, my morning coffee gets cold sitting on the counter while me and someone get back in bed.”

The wink Jensen sends in your direction is enough to send someone straight to the hospital, but lucky for you, it just sends you to Jensen’s hotel room. The next morning, his coffee never even makes it into the mug; the two of you stay tangled in the sheets.

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[hunterscabin]

Safe With Us

Summary: The reader is an actress on Supernatural. When a routine fight scene causes you to panic and run off set, Jared and Jensen comfort you. In doing so, they learn about the abuse you’ve been suffering at the hands of your boyfriend, Nicholas.

Pairings: Jared x Reader; Jensen x Reader; OC Nicholas

Warnings: Mentions of physical and sexual abuse; feelings of helplessness; language 

Word Count: 2.2k 

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Suddenly, Jared brought his arm above his head, his palm open flat ready to strike you. You immediately cowered, turning in on yourself and away from him.

“Hold!” Rich called from behind the camera. “Everything okay, Y/N?”

“Sorry. Reflex.” you called out, still hunched over trying to collect yourself. It took a moment, but you were finally able to stand upright.

“I don’t remember rehearsing a slap,” you remarked, more to yourself than to the surrounding crew.

“We didn’t rehearse an actual hit because he won’t be following through. Sam is simply threatening your character.” the stunt coordinator explained.

You nodded slowly in understanding. You were still rattled, but you figured it best to just continue with the scene. Filming was almost finished, and it was only a matter of time before you could go back to your trailer and decompress.

“Sorry,” you repeated to Rich, your eyebrows furrowed in apology.  

“No worries,” he reassured. “We’re still rolling. Everyone back to one.”

You made your way to your mark where Jared was already repositioned.

“You all right?” he asked, noticing your lingering anxiety.

“I’m fine,” you lied with a forced smile.

The crew settled and Rich called out, “Action!”

You and Jared began the fight sequence. You expertly maneuvered through the first few steps, deflecting a body check and pinning Jared against the doorframe. It wasn’t until his hand unfurled from your grip and reached over his head that you froze. Panic swept through you, and the whole room started spinning.

“Get it together, Y/N,” you thought as you closed your eyes and attempted to steady your breathing. You were trying to calm your shaking hands when Rich slid out of his chair and approached you.

“What’s going on, Y/N/N?” His voice was quiet and concerned.

“I think I just need a minute.” Your eyes remained fixed on the floor. Jared and Rich exchange a worried look.  

“I can do you one better than a minute.” Rich turned to the crew and yelled, “Seems like a good time to break for lunch. Everyone back in an hour!”

“Thank you,” you muttered, expertly dodging the comforting hand Rich was extending toward your shoulder. Before he could say anything, you were nearly running off set. Rich caught Jared’s gaze and nodded after you in silent suggestion that he should follow to make sure you were okay. Jared understood and was right behind you as you burst through the soundstage doors.  

“Y/N. Talk to me!” Jared urged as he chased after you.

“Jared, please. I just need a minute.” You didn’t even turn around to acknowledge him. You were too focused on the nervous energy coursing through your entire body. You picked up speed as your trailer came into view, but your quickened pace was no match for Jared’s long legs. He was somehow at your door before you, blocking the entrance.

“Jare,” you exhaled. Your tone was urgent and laced with a profound sense of fear and defeat.

He knew immediately that whatever was going on was serious, so he proceeded carefully. You were extremely independent, and he knew that you didn’t easily accept help or comfort.

“We don’t need to talk,” he compromised, “I just don’t want you to be alone right now.”

Knowing he would never relent, you conceded with a sigh and nodded your head for him to open the door. Once you were both inside, Jared moved to sit on the couch, never taking his eyes off you. As he watched you flit about your trailer, he tried to determine what was bothering you. You hadn’t been yourself for several weeks. It was a regular topic of conversation between him and Jensen. Honestly, the majority of the cast and crew had sensed that something was off, but no one had confronted you. Despite your positive and outgoing nature, you were never very open with your feelings. You were one of the strongest women many of them knew, but your resiliency was built upon a near refusal to let others in. You had grown up in a family not unlike the Winchesters and had been taught from a young age that any sign of weakness was unacceptable.

“Can I get you something to drink?” you asked, filling up your teakettle.

“Coffee would be good,” he replied, acknowledging that you were trying to keep busy. You pulled a pod of his favorite brew from your cabinet and placed it in your coffee maker.

“Milk and sugar?”

“Just milk, please,” he answered, getting up to join you in your kitchenette.

“Oat milk okay?” you asked, surveying the limited contents of your refrigerator.

Before Jared was able to reply, you grabbed the carton and turned around, not realizing that he was now right behind you. Your face collided with his chest and the milk immediately slipped from your hand. You both made an attempt to catch the falling carton, but it hit the floor with a thud. The cap came flying off and milk spouted up, showering you both.

After a moment of surprise, you looked up to see Jared smiling. You let out a small laugh.  

“Sorry about that,” you said, reaching for a nearby hand towel. 

“No use crying over spilled milk,” Jared quipped and you both chuckled. You handed Jared the towel, and he began wiping his face and shirt.

Your outfit fared worse in the whole debacle, and you absentmindedly removed your nearly soaking flannel. You froze the second your top layer hit the floor. Distracted by the universe’s small gift of comedic relief, you had completely forgotten that underneath, you were only wearing a tank top. You quickly reached for a sweater draped on the chair beside you and scrambled into the long sleeves, but it was too late. 

“Y/N,” Jared gasped, barely above a whisper. He slowly moved toward you and placed a gentle hand on your arm. He grimaced when you instinctively flinched at his touch. You turned to face him, using every fiber of your being to maintain a stoic face.

“What happened?” Your nervous hands had been unable to zip your sweater, and Jared gingerly pulled one of the open lapels away from your shoulder exposing a large bruise. “Oh, Y/N/N,” he whispered. You remained still as he moved your sleeve down a bit more. “Did Nicholas do this?”

“Yes.” You were both taken aback by your quick and straightforward answer.

“Some of these bruises look old, Y/N/N.”

“It’s been going on for a while.” There was no use in continuing to cover up the truth.

“Honey,” he breathed, still taking in the green and purple hues covering your exposed arm.  

“Jare, I’m…” you were interrupted as your trailer door swung open.

“Hey, Y/N/N, Rich told me what happened, and I…” Jensen stopped cold when he saw you. You immediately pulled away from Jared and shrugged your sweater back onto your shoulder, zipping it up to your neck and wrapping your arms around your stomach.

“Y/N.” Jensen’s voice was worried but stern. It didn’t take him long to piece everything together. “Nicholas.” he seethed through clenched teeth. The anger of his realization propelled him forward, and just as quickly as he’d barged in, Jensen was gone.  

You gazed up at Jared, and after an unspoken exchange, he turned to go after his friend.

“Jensen.” Jared called as he barreled down the steps of your trailer. “Jay. Stop.”

Jensen spun around. His face was knotted with rage. “I’m gonna kill him, Jare. I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

Several crew members stopped briefly at the commotion, but Jared waved them off with a tight smile.

“Slow down.” Jared reasoned. He grabbed Jensen by the shoulders. “I know how badly you want to hurt him. Hell, if he were here, I’d kill him myself, but it’s not going to help anything. What Y/N/N needs right now is for us to be there for her.”

Jensen saw the pleading in Jared’s eyes and took a deep breath to center himself.

“You know she’ll never admit it, but she needs us, Jay.”

“You’re right.” Jensen conceded after a moment, and Jared patted his shoulder in reassurance.

You heard the door push open and were immediately overcome with guilt when you saw the boys’ expressions. Jensen had tried to collect himself as he and Jared walked back to your trailer, but he was still visibly worked up. Jared’s eyes were sunken with pity. It was painful to see the hurt they felt for you; you never wanted to put your suffering onto someone else.  

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, “This is why I didn’t tell either of you. I knew you’d be upset, and I just couldn’t bear...” your confession was interrupted as Jensen pulled you into his strong arms.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Y/N/N.” he assured you.

“I’m still sorry.” you admitted, your words muffled in his shirt. His heart sank at your misplaced guilt, and he tightened his hold on you, one arm wrapping further around your waist while his other hand cradled your head.

“I know, sweetheart,” Jensen soothed “I know.” He kissed your forehead before resting his cheek against your temple. He continued to hold you while the three of you stood in apprehensive silence. In the comfort of his embrace, the hesitation and doubt you had in telling the boys about the abuse began to fade, but in its place, a terrifying vulnerability crept in. You had always been able to take care of yourself, but you were starting to understand that your current circumstances were beyond your control. You needed help, and the realization left you feeling exposed and dismayed. Jensen recognized the shift as your entire body tensed, and he guided you to the couch. He took a seat next to you, and Jared pulled up a chair directly in front of you.

“Y/N/N, we knew something was wrong.” Jared confessed, drawing a hand down his face. “We just didn’t want to press the issue. You’re so private, so…” he trailed off, struggling to find the right phrasing.

You knew he’d be too kind to bring up your faults at a time like this, so you offered some assistance, “Closed off? Stubborn?”

“Something like that.” he said with a humorless laugh.

“It’s clear that you’ve been going through something, Y/N/N, but we had no idea.” Jensen enveloped your hand in both of his. “I would have never guessed that he would be capable of hurting you like this.” He let out a deep sigh. Jared and Jensen remained quiet giving you the space to open up if you were ready. Their patience was rewarded when you broke the silence.

“I thought I could handle this on my own.” you began, your voice starting to break. You had been strong up until this point, but you could feel your defenses falling in the presence of their comfort.

Jared grabbed the seat underneath him and pulled it closer to you. He placed both hands on your neck, his thumbs wiping the silent tears that were now rolling down your cheeks. He leaned further in and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Still holding your face he pulled away to look at you. He could see how scared and hopeless you felt, and it broke his heart. “Y/N/N, darlin’, you do not have to do this alone,” his voice was quiet but firm, “We’re gonna get you away from him.”

Jensen took the hand on top of yours and moved it to your back, rubbing comforting circles. With his other hand still holding yours, he gently squeezed your grip. He leaned toward you and pressed a long kiss into your temple.

The love and concern you saw in both of their eyes sent you careening over your emotional edge. You let out a loud sob as the abuse you’d kept hidden and suppressed crawled out of the shadows and came for you. You told them everything, recounting the night he first hit you. How he struck you across the face, apologizing profusely after he realized what he’d done. How it happened a second time after he picked a meaningless fight. How he eventually stopped apologizing and started getting better at hitting you in places where no one would see. How he became more and more violent. How he started forcing himself on you when you would no longer agree to sleep with him.  

“Oh, sweetheart.” Jensen couldn’t take it anymore. He hooked an arm under your legs and laid them over his. He pulled your waist into him and held your face to his chest, kissing your forehead as he gently rocked you. “I’m so sorry, Y/N/N.”

Jared moved to sit next to you while you broke down in Jensen’s arms. Sobs racked your body and both men felt their own eyes begin to sting. They allowed you your moment of catharsis, neither of them being able to begin to understand the pain and suffering you’d been through. Once your sobs quieted, Jared took up your hands in his and rubbed his thumbs over your wrists.

“Y/N/N, baby girl, please look at me.” It took several seconds, but after a shaky breath, you found the courage to glance up at him. “You are safe with us,” Jared assured you, “He will never hurt you again. Ever.” An unwavering focus had replaced the sadness in his eyes.

You nodded, squeezing Jared’s hands as you nuzzled into Jensen’s chest. You knew in that moment they would do anything and everything to protect you, and for the first time in months, you felt a wave of peace and relief wash over you.

Masterlist

[brothersinablackcar]

My lone @spn-masquerade submission this year! Maybe I'll paint it up a little spiffier later? Maaaaaybeeeee?

J2 pirate/merperson AU 🏴‍☠️x🧜‍♂️

[aomasade]

My cover fanart on AO3

More pictures and infos on AO3

[runawaydr3amerao3]

My first time being tagged in one of these. Bless. 🥲 Thanks, @jinkieswouldyoulookatthis and @sam-is-my-safe-word. 💖

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there’s a pattern!

The first red flag that Dean wasn't going to deal so well came just a few hours later.

Crumbling In Your Hand, Part III: You Conquered Me, Sandman 'verse Part 7 (Wincest, Explicit)

They waited for the weekend.

Crumbling In Your Hand, Part II: You Touched Me, Sandman 'verse Part 6 (Wincestiel, Explicit)

Sam wasn't sure if it took four years for Dean to work up the guts to ask, or if it just didn't occur to him until then.

Crumbling In Your Hand, Part I: You Blew My Mind, Sandman 'verse Part 5 (Wincest, Explicit)

Sam came down with man flu the same week they started fucking.

Leave the Rest to Me, Sandman 'verse Part 4 (Wincest, Explicit)

It was like the world's worst hangover without the decency of a good blackout.

Bring Me a Dream, Sandman 'verse timestamp (Implied Wincest, Mature)

When the fantasy finally became an actual possibility, it caused their first fight.

Warm Within, Sandman 'verse Part 2 (Wincest, Explicit)

"Sam, what–what's happening to me?"

Tell Him That His Lonesome Nights Are Over, Sandman 'verse Part 1 (Wincest, Explicit)

He doesn't really know how his life began.

The More Things Change (J2, Explicit)

Hope is a hard thing to have.

Unless I Can't Resist, West series Part 4 (Wincest, Explicit)

"You got a purdy mouth, boy."

When I'm Bad, West series Part 3 (Wincest, Explicit)

Result: Pattern? No idea. I'm bad at this game. 😂

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[impala-dreamer]

Showing You Off

~A casual zoom call with his buddy is the perfect place for Jeff to show you off...~

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader, Jensen Ackles

1,282 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Exhibitionism. Voyeurism.  Fingering. Masturbation. Yumminess

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Jeffrey was laughing so loudly that you couldn’t help but smile and sneak a peek. He’d been on a zoom call for over an hour, and while you weren’t sure with whom, the laughter was giving away a few clues.

The door creaked open and hazel eyes shot your way, framed by dark, thickly rimmed glasses and smile lines. He opened his hand your way, beckoning you over. “Come ‘ere, babydoll. Come say hi.”

Caught and exposed, a rush of warmth took over, flooding down through your body. Sneaking was not your strongest skill. Biting your lip, you moved to join him on the couch, but Jeff patted his knee instead. You perched and he kissed your cheek.

Jensen waved from the screen, his beard and hair a mess, eyes joyful. “Hey, Y/N/N.”

It had been forever since you’d seen him except on random social media posts. He looked good, happy. “Hey, how are ya?”

He smiled. “Can’t complain.”

“You look like a monster with that beard.”

He blushed; the apples of his cheeks turning bright pink as he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know.” He scratched at his beard and shook his head. “It sucks.”

Jeff lay a hand on your knee. “Not that bad, brother,” he told Jensen. “Come on over and I’ll take the clippers to ya. Sheer you like one of the sheep.”

Jensen’s laugh was instant and beautiful, lighting up his entire face while shaking his shoulders. You couldn’t help but join in, watching the glee on his handsome face.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, calming down a bit. “I’ll think about it.” Jensen ran a hand down over his lips, his eyes clearly dragging over your bare legs. The shorts you wore were loose and short; just something to lay around the house in. You hadn’t really expected company, online or otherwise. “But you two,” Jensen continued, tongue grazing over his bottom lip, “you two are looking good. ‘Specially you, Y/N/N.”

Heat rose to your cheeks and you shrugged. “I don’t know about that. Just lazing about today.”

Green eyes narrowed. “Well, you look great to me.”

Jeff wrapped a possessive arm around your shoulder, his big hand hovering above the hem of your tank top. “She does, doesn’t she?” He leaned in and kissed the sweet spot right behind your ear and a shiver lit your spine.

“Babe,” you laughed, looking from Jensen to Jeff, “stop it.”

Jeff licked his lips and dipped his chin, eyeing you over his glasses. Distracted by the incredible gleam in his eyes, you didn’t feel his hand snake up to cup your cheek, and suddenly he was kissing you hard, dipping his hot tongue between your lips. You melted into him, moaning deeply as he breathed into you.

Jensen sucked in a heavy breath and your heart skipped.

“Jeff!” You swatted him away, the spell broken by Jensen’s presence.

“Hey, don’t stop on my account,” Jensen teased, holding up his palms in surrender.

The devil lingered in Jeff’s eyes and he grabbed your chin between two work-hardened fingers, holding your gaze. “See? He don’t mind.” His fingers dropped down to cup your breast and your body stiffened. “Do you, Jensen?”

“Not one bit.”

Jeff squeezed your tit until your jaw dropped, silently moaning for more. You fell back against his chest, head rolling to rest on his firm shoulder. He pinched your nipple and you gasped, eyes flying to Jensen’s on screen.

“See? He likes it.” Jeff’s whisper was hot in your ear and your eyes rolled just a touch. His right hand slid slowly up your thigh and goosebumps followed. Anticipation, fear, desire, excitement, they all pulsed through your veins and as Jeffrey’s hand moved closer to your sex, you arched your back lifting yourself and rolling your hips gently.

Jensen chewed his lip. “Wow.” He watched closely, leaning in, eyes locked to your face as Jeff began to gently stroke your pussy. The pressure through your clothes was too weak and you whimpered, begging him for more.

“Please…”

Jeff smiled against your throat and looked at his friend. “Love it when she begs.”

Jensen nodded, jaw slack with wonder. “It’s… fuckin’ beautiful.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Jeff agreed proudly. “She sure is.”

Dragging his left hand upwards, Jeff tucked your tank top in on itself, exposing your tits for the camera. You heard Jensen whistle softly and your nipples tingled, hardening under such appreciative attention.

“Mmm, fuck.”

They both grinned.

You bucked your hips against his hand, needing more.

“She’s all revved up, Jay. Look at that.”

Jeff’s gruff voice, the way he spoke over you as if you weren’t listening, it was all too delicious, but one look at Jensen, his eyes wide as he watched you squirm, was enough to drive you crazy.

Jensen cleared his throat. “Bet she’s all wet,” he said, teeth digging into his plump lip. “She get nice and wet for you?”

Jeffrey chuckled. “Oh, brother, she does.” To demonstrate, he slipped his fingers into your shorts and pressed his hand firmly against your cunt. The world fell out of focus for a second as his middle finger eased into you, guided by the slick pulse of your body.

“Jesus, fuck!”

“Oh, so fucking wet,” Jeff announced, pumping his hand nice and slow. He added another finger and you gasped, pushing backwards against him, your heart racing, eyes glued to the screen.

Jensen dropped a hand below the desk and sat back a bit, never once lifting his eyes from you.

“Please, baby,” you whined, breath ragged as Jeff thumbed your clit.

He leaned forward and bit down on your collarbone, twisted your nipple hard, arched his hand to curl deep inside. “You like this?” he grit, “Showing Jensen how nice you look cumming for me?”

The idea hadn’t even really sunk in, but there it was: the building pressure, the tightness, the ache.

“Yes... fuck. Please. Please, I wanna cum.” Your head fell back and you closed your eyes, feeling the orgasm grow. You were so close. You held your breath. Your thighs shook.

“Look at him,” Jeffrey growled, pumping his hand faster and dropping the other to rub at your clit. “Look at him as you cum.”

Your chin dropped and your eyes met Jensen’s through the screen. He was red faced and huffing, arm moving rapidly, hand lost beneath the camera’s view. His lips parted, shoulders turned inwards. He pressed his tongue between his teeth and your body shook, every inch of you contracting and relaxing as the pleasure burst.

Jensen groaned loudly and shuddered, his hand slowing to a snail’s pace.

His eyes never left your face.

Your cunt dripped, warm and slick onto Jeffrey’s hand.

“There’s my girl,” he praised; his whisper hot on your cheek. He kissed you gently and pulled his hands free. “Feel good?”

You nodded breathlessly and grabbed his fingers, dragging them up to your mouth to suck clean. “Yeah…”

Jensen exhaled deeply and sat back, running his left hand back through his hair. “Well, fuck me…”

Jeff laughed and your mind swam with ideas.

“Maybe next time you’re in town,” he said, grinning like a fool. His cock was hard, pressing against your ass, throbbing more with every pass of your lips over his fingers. “For now…” He pulled his hand from your mouth and leaned over, closer to the screen. “...I’ll say goodbye. I’ve gotta finish up here.” He winked and you bit your tongue, reaching around to cup his balls.

Jensen shook his head in awe and gave a little salute to you both. “Enjoy.”

“Oh, I will,” Jeff smirked, nipping at your ear. “I will.”

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[spn-masquerade]

What is the masquerade? A quick-fire SPN and RPF comment meme where you can anonymously promptly, fill, and provide feedback on any and all varieties of kink. There are many other kink-related events out there; the emphasis on ours is the anonymity (hiding behind our masks) and a short timeframe to quickly fill as many prompts as possible.

Welcome back for year 10!  We hear that calls for tin or aluminum... or maybe diamonds. Let's see how you lovely kinksters work with that!

Round 10: Sultry Summer Swing  is upon us with the following dates:

Saturday, July 22 @ 12:01 am EDT  – Open for business: all prompt, fills, and feedback are welcome!

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As we count down the days until we get into our Sultry Summer Swing, here is a nifty guide for prompting, filling, and all-around engagement in the masquerade community. Many of these items reiterate our Guidelines from previous rounds, while some provide more information for those who haven't played with us before.

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[quickreaver]

In just under the wire, with a birthday painting for our Tallest Boy. Happy birthday, Jared. Stay gold. (Watercolors are so tricksy! Next time, I'll try to dilute them a little less. THEY WILL NOT DEFEAT ME.)

[crashdevlin]

Permission Granted 1- New Girl

Author’s Note: This is the first chapter of Permission Granted, the first part of To Have it All. This is Open...from Jensen's side!

Summary: Jensen meets Y/n, the new guest star on Supernatural. There's an instant connection, but a dozen reasons not to pursue it. 

Pairing: none yet, eventual Jensen x Reader

Word count: 4354

Story Warnings: none really, little bit of Y/n's shitty self esteem peeking through

~~~~

"They're replacing Ruthie quick, aren’t they?" I commented to Jared as I read over Dabb's email in the Hair and Makeup trailer. "Wonder why they didn't just bring Rowena back."

"Fresh face, probably. I dunno. You know Dabb's always looking for new female characters to kill off." Jared shrugged and took a drink of his froufrou iced latte.

"Oh, if we're lucky, maybe she'll be a lesbian so they can leave her broken in a bathtub," I said, rolling my eyes as they started blow drying Jared's hair.

"Or a fuckin’ love interest so they can kill her off in two episodes," he shouted over the sound of the dryer.

"Shoshanna got more than two."

"Barely, Ackles! She got two and then forty-five seconds of a death scene!”

I nodded and licked my lips. Yeah, they had to kill her off. Every fuckin’ time. “Well, maybe this one won’t go the same direction.”

I settled back and read over the rest of the email. Damn it. They’ve got Dean on the ‘Kill Jack despite the fact that the kid hasn’t done anything wrong’ track. Of course they do. Have they ever watched the show? Whatever.

It was a couple days later that I was sitting in the makeup chair and a short woman walked up the steps and stopped in her tracks. She's not the first guest to freeze when they see me the first time but she was definitely the cutest doing it. I didn’t call attention to her 'deer in the headlights' thing as she stood in the doorway, clearly debating leaving until she looked at her phone screen and determined that she had to stay.

She had to get herself comfortable with me somehow. As fun as it can be to tease the new girl, professionalism is the best way forward for most of these situations. I determined to tease her when she got a little more comfortable.

She sat down in the stylist’s chair and looked down at her phone, obviously trying to distract herself with something more than Jennifer doing her hair. It was pretty adorable. She was pretty adorable. But...I had to start the task of getting her okay.

“You must be our new witch,” I said. She made a little squeaky noise and I could see her eyes glaze over a little in the mirror. “I’m Jensen.” Normally, I would have offered my hand but we weren’t in the position for that.

“I know that,” she whispered, making me chuckle as she cleared her throat and turned a little to look at me as much as she could. “I’m Y/n. Big fan.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep. Uh, I used to watch Days with my mom, but I think I became a real fan with Smart Alec on Dark Angel,” she said and I smiled. Eric Brady and Alec McDowell. Two amazing characters. I really liked Alec. Jessica could’ve been less of a prima donna but I guess she could’ve been worse, too.

“That feels like a million years ago. That show was badass, though,” I mused. “Fox shoulda kept it longer.”

“Agreed,” she said, smiling all shy. She looked so fucking nervous, so I had to move the conversation along.

“So...fan of mine...have you seen much of this show or are we gonna have to give you context for scenes?” I teased. She seemed to relax a little, slumping in her chair.

“Might’ve been a fan of you longer, but I love the show. Seen almost every episode.”

Better than me. I haven’t seen half of ‘em. “Almost every episode? What kinda fan are you?”

“Do not question my nerd cred, sir,” she sassed me. “I’m a fan, big time. I even went to a Creation Con late last year, just to see you guys up close.”

I laughed a little at that. The cons are great, but I really don’t think we’re worth all that money just to see us in person. “Yeah? Gold?” I had to figure out how devoted a fan she actually was. It would determine my interaction moving forward.

“Silver. I was working retail at the time,” she responded, shaking her head a little. “Couldn’t reconcile dropping a thousand dollars on a vacation.”

I was happy to hear that she kept her crazy to reasonable levels. “Oh, so we met in the autograph line.”

“Yep,” she said, popping that ‘p’ like vocal directors hate so much and looking away from me in the mirror.

There was obviously a story there, so I pressed her. “What’d I sign for you?”

“A hat. A white hat...with a devil’s trap in the middle and SW and DW on opposite sides.”

Crazy as it is, I remembered the hat, but the conventions all blur together so I couldn’t tell where I met her. “Which con was this?” I asked.

“Atlanta,” she answered quickly.

A one-off con. That helped, because I only had one night of memories to sift through. White hat, shaking young woman who could barely speak to me and definitely couldn’t look me in the eyes. I remember my handler getting up after she walked away, came back a minute later to say that Y/n had almost passed out as soon as she got outside the curtain. “Oh, yeah, I remember. I tried to sign Jared’s side but you wouldn’t let me.”

Y/n turned to look at me, obviously shocked with those pretty eyes all wide. “You were doing it on purpose? I thought you were just tired and not paying attention.”

“Nah, I was exhausted in Atlanta, but you looked mortified. I was trying to make you laugh.” Obviously failed on that. I chuckled again as Jennifer started curling her hair. “You seem a lot more put together now.”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes just a bit. “I’m mortified now too, but I saw you and Jared were gonna be on Lot today so I took an Ativan before I got in the car this morning.” Always nice when people are honest and open about their anxiety problems.

“Well, that’s good. Take a double dose tomorrow,” I teased as Trisha pulled the makeup drop cloth and I stood, looking down at her as panic crossed her face.

“What? Why?” she squeaked.

I could tell she hadn’t been given the pages for our scene the next day. I couldn’t resist a little torture. I just laughed as I left the trailer. “You’ll see when you get tomorrow’s pages.” I met Jared on the Bunker set and he patted my shoulder as we walked up into the library. “First meeting with the new girl went well. She seems a little out of her element but nice overall.”

“Oh, uh, Y/n?”

“Yeah, she is a fan, actually. We met her at the Atlanta convention. She had that Devil’s Trap hat.” Jared shook his head. He didn’t remember her. “She’s the one that tripped or whatever right after I signed her hat.”

“Oh, the one that fuckin’ fainted?”

“Yeah, I think so. She’s still uncomfortable so we’ll have to warm her up.”

“‘Warm her up’, huh?” Jared raised his eyebrows suggestively and I laughed.

“Not like that, you dummy.”

Of course, Y/n was cute, but messing around with the guest stars was a bit of a no-no, and messing with fans was a big no-no. Especially considering that there’s almost nothing to keep a fan from talking...and the open marriage thing needed to stay quiet.

But I was curious about her. Can’t lie about that. So, I asked around. I went to a few other crew members before I went to Andrew Dabb.

“You remember that casting call we did toward the end of eleven? We got a few of the British Men of Letters off of it?” He leaned back in his chair and looked up at me. “We opened it up for a few folks without representation for a couple weeks. CW didn’t advertise it but we did a post on a few acting sites and there was a bit of circulation once the fandom got a hold of it. She sent a video in. She wasn’t right for the Brits, not posh enough, but her accents were good and she was a pretty great actress, so...”

“So, she isn’t an actor?”

“She’s been doing pretty well for the fact that she hasn’t acted in anything before.”

I blinked at him a few times. “Wow. So, she’s completely green?”

“Technically, yeah. But the second unit directors say she’s doing good.”

“Cool. Thanks.” I started to leave but stopped at the door. “So, what’s the track on her character? She stickin’ around?”

“She’s on for five episodes.”

“Is she going to bite it after those episodes?” I pushed.

“We’re not exactly-”

“Is she a love interest? Is she gonna disappear without a trace? Will she at least get an actual storyline?”

Andrew rolled his eyes at me and shifted in his chair. “I don’t know if she’s going to be a love interest. The writers’ room is in disagreement about that. She’d be a good match for Dean, but we’re not sure how the viewers would react. They never really like it when Dean and Sam have women in their lives.”

“So, you don’t even know. Okay.” I was not impressed with that answer so I left him in his office.

I went looking for her at lunchtime, a little after 1. She was sitting at a table in the Craft Services tent, in the corner by herself, looking down at a paper coffee cup. She was really good at making herself small and seemingly insignificant...but it had the opposite effect on me. It made me want to talk to her more. I grabbed a coffee for myself and a caramel macchiato for Jared from the coffee cart.

“So, I asked Dabb where we got you from and he said it was an open cast. You sent a video in but you’ve never done anything else. You don’t even have an agent.” I walked up and sat in front of her on the other side of the table. She looked up and her eyes went all wide. “So you just decided to become an actor in your twenties?” I guessed her age.

She bit her bottom lip for a minute before leaning forward. “No. I decided to become an actor in high school,” she disputed. She looked a bit disappointed as she continued. “I then graduated from high school and decided that it was a stupid dream and I’d never make any headway so I gave up on it and got a real job.”

She did say that she was working retail. “Retail. So where are you from, Y/n?” I took a drink of my coffee as she leaned back.

“Northwest Florida. Little town about fifteen miles from the state line.”

I smiled, remembering a Spring Break with Christian back in the 90s. “North Florida. I spent a couple Spring Breaks at PCB when I was...younger and unmarried.”

She gave a little laugh. “Panama City is about an hour and a half away from home.”

I took another drink, trying to think of something to keep the conversation going. “So you acted in high school, huh?” I asked as I saw Jared walk into the tent behind her.

“Yeah. School plays, Thespians, Forensics competitions, that kinda thing.” I heard about that competition shit from Jared. ‘Competition’ is the key word on that. Apparently, it’s harder than screen acting.

“You did Forensics?” Jared asked, his whole face lighting up. “I won Nationals with my friend Chris in high school.” He came over and folded himself backward into a chair. I handed him his coffee and he nodded at me.

“I did monos. Got second in State, but didn’t make Nationals.” She sounded a little disappointed, but shit, second in State is pretty damn good.

“I did monos, duos, and extemp, but I only placed in Duo. Jared,” he said, reaching out to shake her hand.

She looked a bit more comfortable with Jared and that made me feel a little bit jealous. I’m nice. I didn’t understand why she was awkward with me. “Y/n. It’s amazing to meet you.”

“Oh, he gets an ‘amazing to meet you’? I didn’t even get a handshake.” I covered the jealousy with a teasing comment.

Jared teased back before she could. “Well maybe I’m just more approachable, dude.”

“You? Giant muscley gym-bro?” I hit back.

“Honestly, I’m five-three so you’re both giants to me,” she joked with a laugh.

“So, Y/n, how long did they sign you for?” Jared asked.

“Five episodes to start. They said they’ll give me more or not depending on fan response. They’ll probably hate me, though, so I’ll be gone by midseason Hellatus.” ‘Hellatus’ made me smile.

“Why would they hate you?” Jared asked. “It’s not like your character is a love interest.” He looked between Y/n and me for a minute. “Wait, Tara’s not a love interest, is she?”

“Andrew said the writers are at an impasse on that one. No, the fans will hate her for one simple reason: jealousy.” I shrugged. “She’s a fan. Some of ‘em probably know her from, like cons and shit. They’re gonna be jealous that she’s here and they aren’t.”

She nodded. “Yeah. I’ve kinda tried to keep a lid on this from the fan groups. Haven’t told anybody except the family and my best friends about it. Unfortunately, had to stop posting in my Facebook groups when I got the job.” I cringed a bit at the mention of the Facebook groups. Fan groups are a subject best ignored as much as possible.

Jared laughed. “Man, you seem like a reasonable woman so don’t be offended when I say...some of our fans are crazy. You’re better off staying away from the fan sites.”

She smiled. “No, I know how crazy some of us can be. I’ve had some fights online with the tin-hat folks.”

I know I grimaced when she mentioned those folks. Jared did, too. “What is wrong with those people?” Jared shook his head.

She started laughing and it was such a cute, uninhibited sound. “They just...really want you to be gay for each other.”

“Yeah.” She was definitely comfortable and I wanted to take full advantage of it. “So, uh, you get tomorrow’s pages yet?” I asked, smirking. She looked down for a moment before hiding by drinking her coffee. “Yeah, she did. You gonna be okay? You’re not gonna freak out, are you?”

“I will…” She swallowed so loud I could hear it across the table. “...try my best...to not freak out.”

“You look like you’re already freaking out,” Jared said, smiling.

She took a deep breath and let it out as a scoff. “Totally. I am totally freaking out about tomorrow’s scene.”

Jared and I both laughed before I leaned forward a bit. “How about we run lines later?” That wasn’t a new thing for me. I often offer to run lines, especially with the guest stars. But the next words that came out of my mouth were new. “We could grab some dinner, meet up at my trailer, and get the nerves out of the way.”

I was just about to apologize for overstepping any bounds by inviting her to my trailer when she whispered, “That sounds...amazing.” It was this breathy, sexy voice coming out of this sweet woman and I just didn’t feel like I’d overstepped after that, even when she stuttered out, “I mean, it sounds amazing to get the nerves out of the-”

“6 o’clock. Don’t be late,” I said as Jared and I stood to get back to the Bunker.

“What am I gonna do? Go back to my motel to watch one of the ten channels that actually come through clearly?”

“They’ve got you in that Budget Inn, don’t they?” Jared guessed. We have heard a lot of horror stories about that motel.

“Yeah. It’s not so bad. Gotta sleep in the tub to avoid the bed bugs, but it’s cool. Livin’ the dream,” she joked and I laughed as we walked away.

"So...your trailer, Ackles?" Jared asked as we walked away, his eyebrow cocked.

"I'm just tryin' to be friendly, man."

"I know what your 'friendly' looks like and that was not just friendly."

"I just met her!" I argued. "And she's a guest...and a fan! I'm just trying to accommodate her nervousness so we don’t have to do a million takes tomorrow."

"Okay, well...I won't tell Dee, but you should-" I reached out and pushed his shoulder roughly and he laughed as he teetered a bit. "She seems nice, though. Don't scare her away."

I wasn’t planning to scare Y/n away. I wasn’t planning anything except hospitality. I really wasn’t. But she was cute and interesting and she was obviously incredibly attracted to me, so I couldn’t do anything anyway because that might get awkward quick.

No, I was just gonna make a new friend out of the new girl. I’ve done it a bunch of times before. I mean...look at Misha.

She showed up about half an hour early and watched us flub a few takes of this argument between Sam and Dean about Jack and it was fun to watch her expression get more awed with every take. Phil cut us for dinner after a while I jumped down from the soundstage, smiling at the look on her face. “Well, hello, Newbie,” I greeted. “I’m thinkin’ pizza. You good with pizza?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Pizza’s fine.”

I walked away from her, trying to keep everything casual as we went off to my trailer. She ran after me and I slowed down a bit. I was used to Jared and Misha following me around the lot, so I had to consciously slow myself to make it easier for Y/n’s short legs.

“Any dietary restrictions? Lactose, gluten, vegan?” I asked, just to make sure that I wasn’t going to poison her by ordering a pie with pepperoni or something.

“It’s not a pizza without cheese and meats and…” Y/n shook her head and laughed. “I’m a Southern girl. We don’t deal with crazy…gluten-free, meat-free, paleo-vegan...blah, blah, blah,” she finished, gesturing with her hands in the air. It was adorable.

“I thought you were from Florida,” I argued teasingly. “Not really ‘Southern’.”

“And I thought you’d been to North Florida. You should know that Northwest Florida is pretty much UCLA: Upper Corner, Lower Alabama,” she responded and I laughed. Never heard that one before. “That’s not my joke.”

“It was pretty funny anyway. So, you like pepperoni?”

“Look at me. Do I look like I’ve ever turned down free food? Well, except lasagna, but got a...thing with lasagna.”

That threw me so hard I had to stop and turn to her. “What does that mean, you’ve got a thing with lasagna?” I asked.

“There was a bad thing with some really horrible microwave lasagna when I was about seven. Couldn’t eat it for years, now I can only eat it if I make it.”

There was a story there, but I wasn’t ready to push for it. “Wow. Okay. Do not order lasagna. Check.” I opened up the trailer and let her in, grabbing my phone off of the counter as soon as I got inside. I pulled up the speed dial for the closest good pizza place and went into the bathroom to change. It was a mix of teasing her and preparing her that I drove me to change my clothes. Well, change my pants into shorts and take the wardrobe shirts off. I wrapped a towel around my waist and checked in the mirror to make sure the shorts weren’t visible before setting the phone on the sink counter and grabbing the door handle. “Okay, pizza will be here in ‘bout forty, which gives us plenty of time to run lines,” I said, to get her attention before I’d opened the door, so she could get the full effect of my outfit.

Which got me exactly the dumbfounded look from her that I was expecting. She stared. And when I say ‘stared’, I mean it. Her jaw dropped, her eyes went focused and unfocused and roamed over me like crazy. Usually, I start feeling shy when women stare at me like that, but not with her. With Y/n, it felt less like objectification and more like appreciation.

“See, this is why we need to practice,” I said to snap her out of it. I smirked as she cleared her throat and looked off toward the fireplace before closing her eyes.

“Sorry.”

“No, you have to look at me, kid. It’s part of the scene.”

She sighed and looked over at me. “I’m not a kid. I have a kid. I’m a woman.”

“Then act like one,” I challenged.

She licked her lips, cleared her throat again and sat forward. “Please, do keep both hands on the towel, Winchester. One never knows where you hunters have hidden weapons.”

I went into Dean mode like the second nature that it is. “Tara. What do you want?”

“World peace, a condo in Malibu, and a little respect would be nice,” she said, confidence that was definitely not her natural mode leaking out of her. “I mean, I did save your asses in Chicago.”

“Yeah, that’s not how I remember it.”

She laughed out loud and stood. “Of course not. You can’t possibly admit that a witch helped you. I mean, a witch other than Rowena Macleod.”

“Yeah, your mentor, right? Explain again why I’m supposed to trust that you’re a white witch?”

“She wasn’t my mentor. She wasn’t allowed to be. Olivette wouldn’t let me. Shit! ‘Olivette wouldn’t let her’.” Her face fell as she pulled out her pages, obviously upset that she’d blown a single word in her line. “‘Olivette wouldn’t let her. We had to train in secret, but that doesn’t mean I carry her ideals’,” she read frantically.

I smiled as soothingly as possible. “Calm down. It’s a lot better to fuck up here with me than out there on camera. Don’t wanna end up on the gag reel, do you?” She shook her head. “All right. From the top.”

We made it through the scene completely on the second try and she said her lines like she was completely immersed in Tara’s character. It shocked me a bit, actually. No wonder Casting picked her out of a pile of video submissions. She hit those facial expressions and the overwhelming sense of ‘trying to do right without the right tools’ better than I could have imagined. There was so much pain in her eyes when she said, “Don’t trust me. Don’t like me. I don’t care” and it wasn’t even in the script to be anything but pissy.

She asked how well she’d done and I smiled as I pulled the towel off and tossed it across the room to land on the counter. She looked relieved to see my golf shorts. “You did great. You think you’ll be able to stay focused in front of the cameras?”

“Well, if I can manage to not drool all over myself staring at you when it’s just the two of us, I think I can keep my shit together in front of Phil and everyone else.”

I smiled as she carried some of her Tara energy over into her real life. “Ah, so you’re one of those fans,” I teased.

She scoffed loudly. “Oh, come on. You know how sexy you are.” She scrunched her face up in a grimace and looked away. “That was not what I intended to say.”

“Can’t take it back now,” I said, chuckling.

“Oh, how I wish I could,” she said, shaking her head. “Okay, so have they told you anything about the Chicago episode ‘cause I have no clue what’s going on with that. They haven’t given me anything on that.”

They do that sometimes, where they’ll forget to tell folks what’s going on in the episodes before. It’s part of shooting out of order, but it usually doesn’t affect the guests too much...and they almost always told me and Jared in advance. “Right, I’ve got a first draft script round here somewhere.” I went looking around the counter near the kitchenette to find the script and handed it to her. I’d already read it but I looked over her shoulder as she went through it herself.

“Oh, she...is very flirty, isn’t she?” she said when she got to the part where Tara said ‘If we were doing what I wanted, we’d be in bed not a warehouse’. She seemed a bit uncomfortable about it so I smiled and knocked my knee into hers.

“You can handle that, right?”

“Of course I can,” she defended.

“Good,” I said, getting up to retrieve the pizza from the PA knocking at my door. As we ate slices of floppy pepperoni pizza, she pointed out a line where Dean tells Sam ‘Tara was kinda hot in a Khloe Kardashian circa 2007 kinda way’. “Which means…?”

“That’s when she was the ‘fat’ Kardashian,” Y/n explained, looking down at herself a bit self-consciously. “She was still hot, I guess…’cause she knows how to make herself look good with the clothes and makeup and all the stuff money makes easy, but she was not considered the prettiest one.”

It seemed like a subject that made her sad, and I guess I could see that Y/n was what Hollywood considered ‘fat’, but I thought she was hot...and I didn’t like her feeling bad about herself. “Oh, so a chick likes to eat, so she’s not hot? Never understand that.”

“Me either,” she said, smiling as she took a big bite of her pizza.

I made her feel a bit better and that was exactly what I needed at that moment.

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Fifty-Nine

Summary: Austin is hit by a storm and you distract yourself with a Q&A with your followers. Your pregnancy is coming to an end as Jensen, Danneel, and the kids come to visit. Words: 2k + instagram stories Jared x Reader x Gen Warnings: pregnancy, mild angst

I Know Your Wife Masterpost

When the storm hit, you had to work extra hard not to completely freak out.

You were supposed to be going to your 18 week scan, hopefully finally finding out whether you were having girls or boys seeing as they’d remained stubbornly in the wrong position throughout the 16 week checkup, but obviously you weren’t able to get there due to the road conditions.

A pipe burst in the house, flooding the floor of what was supposed to be the twins’ nursery and caving in some of the ceiling underneath, and both Jared and Gen insisted that you didn’t help with the cleanup so that you didn’t cause yourself any unnecessary stress at that time.

You had no power or internet connection, so you couldn’t stream, or even call your parents to check in, and it was absolutely freezing outside of the house so searching for connection elsewhere was out of the question. The only real positive of the situation was watching the kids and the dogs play in the snow once it was safe to go outside.

Almost as swiftly as the storm arrived and caused havoc, it was over. The sun came out, the snow melted away and, apart from the future nursery’s water damage, everything went back to normal.

When you eventually got back from your rearranged scan, you decided to hold a little Instagram stories Q&A as you’d been MIA during the whole storm.

You wanted to get back in touch with your followers, especially seeing as Gen was so active and, frankly, making you look bad.

You posted the ‘Ask me anything’ to your story and were shocked at how fast questions started coming in. You found a show to watch in the background while everybody was out before properly settling in to answer some questions.

By the time you'd answered most of the more frequently asked questions, everyone else had returned from their walk.

Bailey was clearly exhausted, walking straight over to you in the living room and flopping down at your feet.

"Did they wear you out, baby?" you asked, scratching between her ears. "You'd always be home with me if you had the choice, huh?"

“She had fun,” Tom told you, coming to sit beside you.

You put your arm over his shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

“Did you?” you asked him.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, leaning against you. “Did you have a good afternoon?”

“I’ve been super lazy,” you admitted, earning a laugh from Genevieve as she walked in.

She leaned in to kiss the top of your head before sitting down on the other end of the couch.

“You’ve got babies to grow, you’re doing your best,” she reminded you.

“I’ve been watching Glee and posting on instagram,” you deadpanned, earning another laugh which made you crack into a smile.

Dallas came in at a run, giggling as Shep chased behind her, Jared following with an exasperated smile.

“Thanks,” you told him as he handed you a lemonade.

You took a sip, offering some to Tom before resting it down.

“No worries,” he told you, picking up the remote control as he sat down.

He stopped the box set and put on a movie that the kids would enjoy, the six of you settling in to watch in a comfortable silence.

*****

Everything continued as normal.

Your time was split between parenting, dog-walking, and streaming - your viewership still growing steadily. You were still in contact with the game production team, spending a few days in the studio to record your sound between scans and all of your other commitments.

By June 30th you were officially the most pregnant you had ever been, and you could absolutely feel it. Your date schedule had stayed in place up until you hit 35 weeks in your pregnancy, your body too tired for any other activities while carrying two healthy babies.

Getting out of bed was a struggle, your belly was so heavy and stretched tight. Your back and boobs had been aching for what felt like months now, and by this point you realised you couldn’t focus on anything for an extended period of time. You sent out a tweet to your followers, joking about going on maternity leave as you couldn’t sit and stream for hours on end anymore.

All of your scans had been positive, and you’d been talking about names for the past couple of weeks. After Dallas came early, you tried to get that conversation going earlier on than in your last pregnancy, which was reassuring as you entered the last few weeks as you felt like you could bond with your babies a bit easier, using the names you’d shortlisted.

You were sat in the nursery which had been complete a few months now, in the same rocking chair that you had in Dallas’ nursery in Vancouver, while you called your parents for your regularly scheduled catch up. 

“I’d stand up and show off the bump but honestly I’d rather die,” you jibed, and Danneel laughed while Jensen rolled his eyes,

“I remember that feeling,” Danneel sympathised. 

“We’ll be down in a couple days anyway,” Jensen reminded you, and you smiled.

“I can’t believe you’ve nearly been my parents for four years,” you mused, knowing they were coming down to celebrate your adoption anniversary. 

“I’ve been your dad for nearly five if we’re honest,” Jensen commented.

“I meant officially,” you laughed, “but you’re right. I can’t wait to see you guys, it’s been too long.”

“I kinda thought the twins would be born by the time we got down,” Danneel admitted. “I was hoping I’d get snuggles.”

You matched her wistful smile.

“We’ll be down for a week,” your father reminded both of you. “A lot can happen in a week.”

“That’s true,” you agreed. “When I found out I was pregnant, I was hoping to go full 40 this time, but now we’re over 37 weeks and I’m just about ready to actually burst.”

You sighed, running a hand over your bump. 

“Not to sound uncharacteristically optimistic, but I think I’m ready for them to come now.”

“I for one would not complain if I got to have grandpa cuddles on our trip down,” Jensen chimed in. “And I’m sure JJ and our twins would be pumped to meet them.”

“We’ll see,” you smiled. “If they’re as stubborn and contrary as me, they’ll probably stay in for weeks now that I’ve admitted I’m ready.” 

They smiled fondly, and you bit your lip as you considered your next words. 

“I know it’s late, but-”

“She’s still up,” Danneel told you before you could even finish your thought. “We put her to bed but made the error of telling her we were about to call you.”

“I’ll get her,” Jensen told you, getting to his feet to go and retrieve your sister.

“She asks about you every day, you know?” Danneel told you. “Always asking about Dallas and the babies, too.”

Your heart fluttered at her words. 

“It’s been so weird doing it all without you guys around,” you admitted. “Jared and Gen have been great, it’s just so different from last time.”

She smiled sadly.

“Two days, sweetie,” she reminded you. “We’ll all be reunited again. You can show off the cute new nursery in person.”

You nodded, grinning as you heard Jensen and JJ coming down the stairs.

“I can’t wait.”

*****

“Are you sure you’re good to drive?” Gen asked as you grabbed your keys on Friday afternoon.

“I’m good,” you promised, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek as Jared picked up his keys as well. “There’s five of them to pick up, plus their luggage. Two cars makes sense.”

“I don’t think she’ll spend another second sat here when she knows they’re in the city,” Jared reasoned, bending down to help Dallas into her shoes. “Neither of them will.”

“We’re seein’ Grandpa,” Dallas told him proudly, getting to her feet and taking your hand.

“Yeah we are,” you smiled, looking back at an unconvinced Genevieve. “Babe, I’m fine. If my water breaks I’ll already be in the car anyway, easier to get to the hospital.”

Her mouth dropped open in shock and Jared ushered you and your daughter out of the door before she could stop you.

“She’s kidding,” he told his wife, wrapping his arms around her as you and Dallas got into your car. “We’ll be fine. Just picking them up from the airport, we’ll be right back.”

“Make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid,” Gen murmured, pulling him down for a kiss. “No lifting things.”

“She can barely put her clothes on herself, she’s not lifting anything,” he promised, pulling back and stepping outside. “We’ll see you soon.”

*****

You rubbed at the small of your back as you waited at the arrivals gate, Jared with Dallas on his shoulders as you scanned the crowd for your parents and siblings.

“Do you want to go and sit?” Jared asked, looking down at you in concern.

You shook your head, breathing carefully as you stretched your back out.

“I can sit when we get home,” you reminded him. “I’ve missed them, can’t wait another second longer than I need to.”

He huffed a small laugh, and you looked up at him, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“I appreciate you doing this,” you told him, quiet enough that your daughter wouldn’t hear. “After everything with The Winchesters-”

“They’re your parents,” he replied, meeting your gaze. “It hurt but I can’t hold a grudge, not when they’re such a big part of your life, of our daughter’s life.”

You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, grateful that he was able to consider it water under the bridge for the benefit of you and Dallas. It had come as a surprise to both of you when Jensen had made the post earlier that week, and Jared had taken it considerably harder than you had, but knowing how important your relationship with your parents was to you, he’d been able to push it to the side.

“Grandpa!”

Dallas’ shout and light tug on Jared’s hair grabbed both of your attention, and you looked over to see your family making their way through the crowd.

Dallas scrambled to get down and Jared laughed as he helped her, putting her down in front of him but holding her shoulders so she didn’t run off until they got closer.

Jensen broke out into a little jog and Jared let her run to him, both of you watching with fond smiles as he picked your daughter up under her arms and span her around.

“Surprised you’re not running too,” Jared joked, and you looked down at your bump.

“I would be if these guys weren’t in the way,” you grumbled, grinning as JJ came running up to you.

“Don’t pick me up,” she reminded you as she wrapped her arms around you, and you laughed as you held her against you.

“You’re getting too big anyway,” you told her, smiling at Danneel as she finally reached you with the twins and bags in tow.

“I thought you were joking when you said you’re ready to burst,” she told you, letting the twins run to you as she hugged Jared. “Good to see you.”

Jared smiled as he hugged back before crouching to greet the kids as Jensen came over with Dallas on his hip.

“Nonna,” Dallas giggled, reaching for Danneel.

“Hey baby girl,” she smiled, taking her from her husband so he could give you a hug.

You hugged him tight - well, as tight as you could with two babies in the way.

“Let’s get you home, we can catch up there,” he told you, picking up his bags.

Jared grabbed Danneel’s bag and you and Danneel took two kids each as you made your way back out to the cars.

“I’ve missed you,” JJ admitted, squeezing your hand.

You squeezed back before letting go to find your keys in your pocket.

“It’s been too long,” you agreed, unlocking your car and helping Zep into his car seat. “I hope we never have to leave it this long again.”

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Remind Me, Part One

Summary: Jensen and Y/N have been drifting apart since he went to film The Boys. When a song on the radio makes him realise just how bad things are, he’s determined to fix it. The problem is he doesn’t know if Y/N wants to fix it or if it’s too little too late and it’s over between them.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

Warnings: Angst, language, marital strain, brief mention of infidelity

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: Okay, so this isn’t what I had in mind when I started writing this... It went super angsty, and it wasn’t my intention. That being said, I kinda like it! All mistakes are mine, but a big thank you to @jbbarnesgirl for reading this through for me! The song used is Remind Me by Brad Paisley and Carrie Underwood. The lyrics are in italics.

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Looking over her reflection again, Y/N checked her makeup and hair were still flawless. Her dress draped over her frame just right, and her jewellery caught the light, sparkling and shining as brightly as the night stars. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She was ready.

Jensen’s new co-stars were in Austin for SXSW, and she wanted her first meeting with them to be perfect. He spoke so highly of them and knew they’d helped him immensely with the stress of a new role and his initial homesickness when he moved to Toronto.

Grabbing her purse, she took one final look in the mirror and forced a smile to her lips. She was getting good at that. She loves her life; loves her husband, but recently, she feels like he doesn’t love her anymore. Something had shifted in Toronto, and they were like ships passing in the night most days. It saddened her that she’d been surprised Jensen had even thought to invite her tonight.

Walking downstairs, she saw Jensen scrolling on his phone, waiting for her. Her heels clacking on the hardwood floor caught his attention, and he glanced up. His jaw went slack, and his gaze softened, and at that moment, Y/N felt a little bit of hope for their marriage blooming in her chest, but so much still had to be ironed out between them.

“What do you think?” Y/N asked, twirling around. “Will I do?” she smiled shyly.

“You more than do, sweetheart. Don’t ever think otherwise. You look beautiful,” Jensen smiled, stepped towards her and kissed her cheek, careful not to smudge her lipstick. “Ready to go?” At her nod, he held his arm out for her to hold and led them to the car waiting for them in the driveway.

Jensen helped her into the vehicle and shut her door before slipping around the back and into the seat next to her. He glanced over at her, transfixed by the way the sunset colours graced her hair and skin, making her glow. She was gazing out the window, watching the world pass by, and he felt a pang in his chest.

He didn’t know when she started walking on eggshells around him, and he could feel her slowly pull away. He knows it’s his fault; she’d been infinitely patient with him when he was filming The Boys. Due to the pandemic, they couldn’t travel to see each other, and there could be no weekend visits home. He’d been gone for six months straight.

Jensen did his best to keep a regular schedule of phone calls and FaceTime, but as filming amped up, he took to texting her whenever he could. Then it was the toll of portraying a dark character that took hold of him, and he found himself texting even less. Sometimes going days only responding to her messages with emojis. What he regretted most was that when life started to get back to normal up there, he began choosing a social life with his new friends instead of going home and calling his wife.

The thing was, he thought about her constantly; talked about her constantly, and no other woman held any kind of interest for him. He didn’t know why it was so hard to talk to her. There was so much guilt. She missed him terribly, and Jensen could tell when she was close to her breaking point, but she’d keep her voice upbeat and smile regardless.

For his sake, she tried to hide her real feelings from him. But he knew. He was her husband; of course, he knew. That hurt him deeply, and yet, he didn’t make an effort to try harder, and the longer it went on, the harder it was to talk to her, and the more it became inappropriate to have such a discussion over the phone.

When he came home, she was knee-deep in projects. The brewery, redecorating the house, working hard on their production company. He wasn’t much better. As soon as he was home, he immediately started looking for new roles and threw himself into work too, and somehow, despite her running straight into his arms when he got home and the sweet love they made all night, they seemed to keep drifting further apart.

They were always in different places, working on different things, flying to different cities, spending less and less time together, and even less speaking to one another. It got to the point when they were in the house at the same time, they didn’t know what to say to each other. Their conversations were terse. After the obligatory ‘how are you’, in which they both answered with a half-hearted ‘fine’, all they talked about was work or something that needed doing around the house. It was as if they’d forgotten how to be a couple. Be husband and wife. Lovers.

Oh, he wanted to. He always did, but it didn’t feel right initiating sex when he could barely say two words to her. And he knew it was his fault. Y/N hadn’t done anything wrong. He’d stopped calling her when he was in another city for six months, he’d stopped texting, and he’d shut her out long before she started doing it to him. Now, he didn’t know how to get her back.

“Excuse me?” Y/N’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Yes, ma’am?” The driver asked his eyes on hers through the rear-view mirror.

“If you don’t mind, could you turn the radio up a little? I love this song,” she smiled, and it was a beautiful sight. One he hadn’t seen in a long time. A genuine one, too, not the fake one she usually had plastered on every day.

“Of course, ma’am,” he nodded and turned the volume up on the opening notes of what was unmistakably a country song, and Jensen smiled. They both had a soft spot for country music.

We didn’t care if people stared We’d make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody’d tell us to get a room It’s hard to believe that was me and you

He didn’t know this song, and the words cut through him like a knife. There was a time when Jared and Misha always told them to get a room.

Now we keep saying that we’re okay But I don’t wanna settle for good not great I miss the way that it felt back then I wanna feel that way again

They were great once, and he desperately hoped they could be again. He just needed to take a long, hard look at himself and decide what he wanted to say to her. An apology, definitely, but he also had to find a way to describe how he felt back in Toronto and how it made him shut down a little just to get through some of the fucked up shit he had to film.

Been so long that you’d forget The way I used to kiss your neck Remind me Remind me

He glanced at her again and watched as she sang along quietly. The lyrics made him focus on the pulse point on her neck. The noise she makes when he sucks the skin there… it made him weak in the knees just thinking about it.

So on fire, so in love Way back when we couldn’t get enough Remind me Remind me

Jensen was stunned that the words he was hearing could’ve been specifically about them. He wondered if that’s why she liked this song so much. Did it give her solace that one day soon, they’d finally speak of the elephant in the room?

Remember the airport dropping me off We were kissing goodbye and we couldn’t stop I felt bad ‘cause you missed your flight But that meant we had one more night

Y/N was from Vancouver. That’s where her family were, where she used to work, and where they’d met. She used to travel down to Austin to visit during hiatus, and more than once, she missed her flight home. The pang was back as he suddenly remembered that she’d moved to Austin permanently to be with him just before they married, and not long after that, the world shut down.

She gave up everything to be with him, her family, her friends, her job. All for him. Y/N had known very few people in Austin and didn’t know how to navigate the city, and yet, she loved him so much that she was prepared to give up everything for him. And what had he done in return? Made her feel even more isolated.

Do you remember how it used to be? We’d turn out the lights and we didn’t just sleep Remind me Remind me

Oh, he remembered. He remembered those days all too well, even if they hadn’t had them in six or seven months. They were at one point insatiable, and most nights before they went to sleep, they’d have a little play time with each other before they fell asleep satisfied and content in each other’s arms. Now he was lucky if she didn’t sleep at the very edge of the bed, as far away from him as she could be.

Oh, so on fire, so in love That look in your eyes that I miss so must Remind me Baby remind me

Y/N always commented on how he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world. And she was. She is. The only one he wants anyway. He can’t believe he let things get this bad. All because he was too scared to tell the love of his life that he knew he’d fucked up and was sorry.

I wanna feel that way I wanna hold you close Oh, if you still love me Don’t just assume I know

If you still love me. That one line had him almost breaking down in tears. He hoped she wasn’t questioning his love for her, but he knew it was unlikely. He’d given her no indication that he still loved her. Wanted her. The thought that he could lose her if he didn’t do something… anything to fix this hit him like a damn freight train. He needed to start this discussion now, but he couldn’t. They’d be pulling up to the restaurant any minute.

Oh, baby remind me Remind me Oh, yeah

Oh, do you remember the way it felt You mean back when we couldn’t control ourselves Remind me Yeah remind me

He knew what he needed to do, but later. Once they were home and had all night to talk and cry it all out. He was supposed to meet with an Executive Producer about another pilot for their company first thing in the morning, but that could wait. Everything was going to wait until he fixed this. He needed to remind her that nothing was more important than her.

All those things that you used to do That made me fall in love with you Remind me Oh, baby remind me

Jensen reached across the space between them and took one of her fidgeting hands in his. Y/N tensed for a minute before clasping her fingers with his. And that hurt. Out of everything he’d thought about on this car ride—realised from a damn country song no less—the fact she hadn’t expected him to take her hand, give her that small, intimate gesture of affection and comfort that he used to give her constantly, shattered his heart completely.

Yeah, you’d wake up in my old t-shirt All those mornings I was late for work Remind me Oh, baby remind me

Oh, baby remind me Baby remind me

Jensen was going to fix this. Well, he was going to try. He wouldn’t be surprised if she told him where to go. If she couldn’t forgive him and left his sorry ass, he’d accept that. It was his fault, after all. He deserved it.

The last thing he thought before he spoke was the image of her climbing out of their bed and putting on his shirt to cover her modesty as she went to the kitchen to start the coffee machine and make breakfast for him. And once again, just like the song said, he was always late for work those mornings.

“Can we talk later, once we’re home?” Jensen said as he looked over at his wife shyly. Y/N looked at him, her big eyes hard to read, another thing he hated. He used to be able to know what she was thinking or feeling without her saying a word. Either he’d lost that closeness with her, or she was doing it on purpose.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she smiled sadly.

Neither of them knew what would be said or how it would end, but he’d opened that line of communication between them and had to let the cards fall where they may.

Jensen unlocked the door, pushing it open and letting her enter first. Locking it behind them, he smiled as she walked down the hall, removing the heels that had no doubt been pinching her feet all night. Y/N truly looked stunning tonight. She shone so brightly at the restaurant, laughing and joking with his co-stars, winning them all over. Several of them told her that Jensen constantly talked about her, adding that everything he said hadn’t done her justice.

When he caught up with her, she’d pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge. They hadn’t had much to drink tonight, wanting to be as sober as possible for what was to come. “Do you want a glass? Or can I get you something else?” she asked him as he sat at the kitchen island, and she opened the cabinet to pull down a wine glass.

“Uh, yeah. Wine would be great,” Jensen swallowed harshly, his mouth as dry as the desert and palms getting clammy the closer they got to this conversation. “You look beautiful tonight, sweetheart,” he smiled as she walked over to the island with a glass in each hand.

“Thank you, Jensen,” Y/N looked down shyly and bit her lip at the compliment.

Jensen expected her to sit opposite him, so when she filled the glasses, put the bottle back in the fridge and moved to sit on the stool beside him, he could’ve cried in relief that she didn’t feel the need to have a three-foot marble barrier between them.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Jensen blurted out. “I don’t know what came over me this past year, and I have no excuse or explanation to justify any of it. I don’t want it to. What I did was wrong, and if I could take it back, I would.”

“What happened up there?” Y/N asked, concern furrowing her brow.

“When I first got up there, and it kinda sunk in that I wouldn’t see you for months, and I didn’t know anyone there, it hit me so hard. It took me a while to settle,” Jensen glanced up, saw her full attention was on him, and nodded. Y/N knew this part. She helped him through this part.

“When filming started, I settled in with everyone and the new set, new routines,” she knew all this too, but he didn’t want to skip over anything. “At first, it was sheer exhaustion that made me miss calls. I’d go home, crash on the couch, not even eat.”

Y/N took a long sip from her glass. He scanned her face and body language, looking for any hint of what was going through her mind, but there was nothing. She was listening, sure, but her walls were up, and she was giving nothing away.

“Then, there were the workouts and the relentless choreography for fight scenes, stunts, and long filming hours, and the exhaustion got worse. After that, the scenes we shot got darker and darker and yeah, I did more than a few of those in Supernatural, but this… It was constant. It took a huge toll on me mentally, and whenever I spoke to you, you were so stressed with work and the businesses. I knew how much you missed me, how upset you were, and I didn’t want to burden you with my shit. I couldn’t put that on you too. Not when everything you were already feeling was my fault.”

“Jensen,” Y/N almost whispered.

“God, the guilt! I’m your husband. I’m supposed to be there to take care of you. Protect you. And I hurt you in so many ways, and the harder it got talking to you, the easier it got to just… not call.”

“I’m your wife, Jensen. Regardless of my issues, I’m supposed to be the one you lean on. Which by the way, what I was going through was nothing compared to what you had going on. We’re supposed to be a team. We’re supposed to talk about the hard stuff and work through it together. I moved to another country to be with you, and you left me alone, and I don’t just mean physically. I was here in this goddamn huge house with no one. I think you forget my family and friends are in Canada. I gave up everything for you, and I didn’t even get a daily phone call from the one person I should be able to rely on! The one person who should be relying on me!” she sobbed.

“I know,” Jensen breathed. Y/N was angry, and he knew he deserved every bit of her anger. Still, at least she was talking to him and letting her walls down. Letting him back in. “Baby, I’m not proud of it, and I’m not excusing it. I told myself it was to protect you. And myself. But it was selfish and unkind of me to do that to you.”

“Unkind? Jensen, it was cruel,” Y/N stated. Jensen’s brow furrowed in despair, and tears sprang to his eyes. “Did you know I thought you were cheating on me?” Those words were a knife to his heart.

“What? Baby, no! No, never! I’d never! How could you even think that?” The thought never crossed his mind to cheat. He’d never, ever do something like that to her. Or anyone. The idea that she would think that never once entered his thought process when he was in Toronto. That slap in the face served as a massive wake-up call for him.

“How could I not? All the signs were there, Jensen,” she scoffed. “You were in another country. You were avoiding me, dodging my calls, shutting me out, lying to me.”

“Lying? What do you mean?” This was news to him.

“One day, when you actually answered my call, I asked what you were doing that night. You told me nothing. You were tired and going home. Going straight to bed. And you know what I see on Instagram the next morning? The whole cast was in a bar, celebrating Erin’s birthday, and you were the life and soul of the fucking party. I didn’t know why you thought you couldn’t tell me you were going out. Unless you were having an affair.”

Jensen didn’t even remember having that conversation with her and could find no words of comfort for her. She was right. What he did to her was cruel. “You never said anything,” his voice was barely a whisper.

“Yeah, well, after that, you stopped calling me and never answered any of mine, so how could I?” Y/N fumed as she stepped off the stool.

“Baby, please!” Jensen begged. “Sit down so we can talk about this.”

“I need a minute,” she fired back, walking towards the stairs and disappearing up to their far too cold bedroom.

Y/N went into their ensuite, locking the door behind her. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, she finally let the tears fall. She understood that he was in a bad place. They’d watched both seasons of The Boys. It was fucked up, and that was putting it politely. What upset her most was that he felt he couldn’t talk to her about it, and what did that say about her as a wife?

Wiping her face, she stood up and walked to the sink. Scoffing at her ruined makeup, she opened the drawer and pulled out her cleansers, meticulously scrubbing at her skin, feeling like she was talking off her armour. Staring at herself in the mirror, skin red and eyes puffy, she asked herself if she could forgive him.

Stripping out of her dress and underwear, she returned to the master bedroom and pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a flannel that was Jensen’s. Taking a few deep breaths, she returned downstairs, needing to finish this conversation with her husband.

Now barefoot, he didn’t hear her come down the stairs or her footsteps approaching on the hardwood floor. Jensen’s head was in his hands, and Y/N thought she could hear him sniffling. His attention was brought to her presence when she opened the fridge, pulled out the wine bottle, and refilled both glasses before sitting next to him.

“I swear to you, there was no one else. I understand if you don’t believe me, but it’s true,” Jensen spoke quietly, his voice deeper with emotion.

“I believe you,” her response was so quiet he barely heard it.

“You do?” he checked, sighing deeply in relief. “Thank you.”

“You understand why I thought there was, right?” she checked. “If the shoe was on the other foot, and I did to you what you were doing to me, what would you think was going on?” Y/N’s voice was stern, the walls going back up to protect her heart. “Not to mention how tense things have been since you came home. We live in the same house and barely see each other, Jensen.”

“I know, and I want to change that. I can’t live like this anymore. I need my wife by my side. I need her support and her encouragement,” Jensen admitted.

“You always had it, Jay,” she sighed, defeated. “You just chose not to let me give it to you, and that hurts. I need time to think about everything. Thank you for finally talking to me and explaining what was going on, but it’s taken you all this time to talk to me about it, and I don’t know if I can forgive that. I don’t know if I can stay with you and trust that the same thing won’t happen on the next job you take,” Y/N explained tearfully.

“Y/N, please!” Jensen begged. “I love you so much! I can’t…”

“I just need some time to think. You’ve lost my trust, Jensen. And that’s something I never expected from you. I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight. Give us both some space,” she told him.

“Y/N/N, baby… I need you to know that I love you. Always,” Jensen’s voice wavered, his own emotions bubbling over at what he prayed to God wasn’t going to be a permanent goodbye.

“Good night, Jay.” Y/N stood, grabbed her full wine glass, and headed down the hall to the guest bedroom.

Part Two

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