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trektraveler · 2 years

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Breathe Free Part One

Summary: You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, thank you very much! Dean knew that, he also knew better. He'd seen you sick plenty of times in the past five years, but this was different. This was much more than a cold, but you were so stubborn about doctors! Dean Winchester isn't about to let you slip away, even if it means going against your wishes. He only hopes he's not too late!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Dean x Reader, Dean x You

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Sick!Reader, Hospitals, Kissing, fluff

Word Count: 5447

One Shot - Two Parts

Author’s Notes: I have been sick with Covid for a month. Well... down sick for 2 1/2 weeks and recovering my stamina for 2 more. Its been a real bitch. Plus my disabled mother has it now. This is following a nervous breakdown I had in June. Writing has been my passion and my mental health balm, but I've not been able to produce anything in months. So this... this is a fucking triumph!! I'm still working on all my other WIP, so please stick around. I'll get there... eventually :) I'm hoping to finish part two shortly and post in a week... ish.

Thank you all for the continued support!

Masterlist (Part Two)

You were going to kill him. Honestly. If this fucking cold didn’t finish you off, you were going to make it your life’s mission to succeed where every bloody monster, demi-god, angel, demon, and creator of all had failed. Ridding the world of Dean Winchester would be a public service at this point. The church would canonize you for this! There would be bank holidays and parades in your honor. Maybe an annual postage stamp? A drink named after you at the local bar, at the least.

Of course, you’d have to live long enough to carry out your plan for fame and fortune. As it was, your odds were 50/50. Congestion, muscle aches, dizziness, sore throat, non-existent appetite and low-grade fever. How is it that each of these symptoms alone were minor? Almost unnoticeable. You could easily carry out any task battling them one on one. Yet together they took you down hard. It was unfair and utterly ridiculous! Not to mention hugely inconvenient.

It was probably that sneezing sheriff from that last case. You had to introduce him of the concept of personal space more than once. The douchebag said it was just allergies. Contagious creep!

Still, you were home now. Back at the bunker with three bags worth of pharmacy remedies to ease your pain until the virus ran it’s course. All you had to do was make it to your room and you could drown yourself in cough syrup and peppermint oil. Unfortunately, Dean was not making it easy.

“You sound like shit, Y/N.”

“Well, I feel like shit, so that tracks.”

You coughed harshly into the crook of your elbow as you trudged down the metal stairs behind Dean. Sam followed behind you, carrying your bags and his. Gentleman that he was. Levelheaded and sensible, God must have given Dean’s portion of those admirable qualities to his brother.

“That cough is getting worse,” Dean said, tossing his duffle down on the war room table.

“That’s because you won’t shut up.”

“What does that have to do with it?”

“Because you keep baiting me into conversation with all of your pushy opinions. If you didn’t make me talk so much, I wouldn’t be coughing so much!” You broke off into a hacking fit that proved your point in your mind. This was entirely his fault!

“That’s ridiculous. You’ve been talking non-stop since we met you five years ago and you never coughed up a lung because of it.” Dean shook his head and looked to his brother, “Sam, help me out here.”

Sam usually occupied neutral territory during these debates, but one look at you and he sided with Dean. “Why don’t we go get you checked out, Y/N?”

“I got checked out in Billings, they said it wasn’t Covid. It’s probably just a run of the mill virus.”

“That guy was like twelve,” Dean scoffed. “I’m surprised he knew what to do with swab.”

“He was a doctor, Dean!”

“Debatable.”

“There’s no harm in a second opinion,” Sam pointed out.

You were so tired you just wanted to cry. Why were they being so hard-headed about this? Typical! Men always think they know everything. It was all so simple for them, they never had to jump through the hoops that you did when getting care. It was always the same when you went to the doctor, which is why you never went. Doctors who dismiss your symptoms and bill you for the privilege. If you were up to your usual fiery disposition, you’d launch into a lengthy explanation, but you just didn’t have it in you.

“If I could get a decent one, I’d consider it. But the fucking truth is, I won’t. Not without a fight and I just don’t think it’s worth it. I’m not dying, I’m not bleeding. I’ve got a cold, a really shitty one that I hope to God neither of you get because dealing with sick Winchesters might actually finish me off.”

Dean frowned down at you, “What do you mean? What is it with you and doctors?”

“I do not have it in me to explain to you the numerous and colossal failings of the American healthcare system, so I am going to simply say this. It’s my health and I still get a choice. So, I’m going to my room where I can die in peace and hopefully tomorrow, I will be rise like the Phoenix with clear sinuses. If not, then my ghost will haunt this bunker and you two will have to fight over my George Carlin collection.”

Dean blinked at you for a moment, “You know, we killed a phoenix a few years back.”

You rolled your eyes and started down the hall towards the bedrooms. “If either of you wake me before noon, I’m licking every doorknob in this place.”

“It’s a great story, we had to time travel!” he shouted after you.

You voice echoed back, along with a few coughs, “I’m using your pillowcase to blow my nose!”

“I don’t like this, Sammy.”

Sam picked up his own duffle, “Of course you don’t. Your mother hen instincts go into overdrive whenever any of us gets sick. Remember Fort Worth?”

“Food poisoning, God that was awful. The pair of you were doubled over the toilet for three days from a damn salad.”

“And Nashville?”

“Shark week,” Dean muttered, remembering you curled up with a heating pad while he and Sam hunted vampires. You wouldn’t even talk to them, just whimpered occasionally and buried your head under the covers.

“Right. She doesn’t get sick often, but when she does all she wants to do is sleep. The more you try to help the more it irritates her. Just leave her be, she’ll let us know if she needs anything.”

That earned a frown from the older brother, as did the sound of another sneeze down the hall. You were a damn stubborn mule when you wanted to be, but that didn’t bother Dean. It was a useful quality that served you well in the field. But you tended to double down when you were hurt or scared, making a challenge for people who loved you to help.

And Dean did love you.

He came to that conclusion long ago when you burst in on him fighting off a werewolf in your barn. Barefoot, with a sawed-off shotgun in your hands. You were fearless, clocked the beast right between the eyes.

Then: “Are you alright?”

Dean rolled the dead body off him and got to his feet. He quickly took measure of the woman standing in the opened doorway. Silk short shorts and camisole peeked out from under a worn buffalo check flannel. Blood ran down bare legs and splattered in the cloud of wild curls that framed a pretty face. Angel with a shotgun.

Her expression was one of concern, but she kept a tight hold on her weapon. Smart girl.

“I should be asking you that question.”

You glanced down at the blood stains, “It’s not mine. My neighbor he, ah…I don’t know. He went… rabid. I put him down, didn’t want to hurt him, but he came at me…”

“If you hadn’t, he would have killed you. Or turned you. It was a mercy, believe me.”

You took solace in that. With a nod, you lowered your gun and glanced over at the werewolf, dead on the ground.

“I don’t suppose there’s a monster removal service we call in a situation like this?”

“It’s your lucky day Sweetheart, cause that’s me.” Dean stuck his hand out to you, “Dean Winchester, monster remover extraordinaire.”

You grinned, pulling your lower lip between your teeth and your eyes warmed up. It was a look he knew well; he’d seen it in women countless times. You thought he was cute. You put your hand in his for a handshake and he winked. You laughed softly, confirming his theory. You thought he was adorable, or at least charming. A good start!

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Y/N. Pretty name. If you’ve got a shovel around here, I’ll take care of this. Then we can decide what to do about your neighbor.”

You grabbed a pair of shovels along with your rubber gardening boots that you kept by the potting bench.

“I built the retaining wall in the west garden by myself last summer,” you said, pulling the boots on. “I’m handy with a shovel.”

There was a glint of respect in his gaze as he studied you. It wasn’t every day he met a beautiful woman who offered to help him dig a grave in middle of the night. In her pajamas.

He glanced at the dead body then back to you. “You sure?”

“I’ve been saving this bottle of Canadian whiskey for something special. I think digging my first grave is the occasion I’ve been waiting for.”

Dean was a grade-A smart ass and never at a loss for a clever comeback. But damn if you didn’t knock him speechless. Standing in the middle of a falling down barn with a dead werewolf only a few feet away and blood splattered all over… you were the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on. He was a confident man who loved women. When he met a woman he liked, he turned on the charm, pursued her. Simple. But you… you held challenge in your eyes, pride in the tilt of your jaw and confidence in the carriage of your body.

You were a match to be met.

“Well Y/N, lets earn that whiskey.”

Now: The following morning, you didn’t come out of your room for breakfast. When he still hadn’t seen you by noon, he decided to hell with it. Even if you bit his head off, he was damn well going to check on you. He was Dean Winchester, damn it! He’d faced the Devil himself; he could handle a cranky woman with a head cold.

He stood quietly outside your bedroom, straining to hear any sign that you were awake. A moment later you broke into a series of coughs, and he took the opportunity to knock.

“Y/N?” He cracked the door open and stuck his head inside.

Your room was dark except for the glow from your laptop and the tiny light from the vaporizer billowing out peppermint scented air. Your bed was huge and took up most of the room. A king-sized masterpiece of cloud-like fluffiness and ruffles. Princess and the Pea inspired mattress topper and ivory striped pillows stuffed with goose down. Dean bragged about his memory-foam mattress so often that you took it as a challenge when they invited you pick a room and make it your own. The bed itself was so big it wouldn’t fit through any door in the bunker, begging the question… how did you manage it?

You’d teased Dean for weeks, refusing to tell him the simple cheat. Castiel did it for you.

Then: “You’ve gotta be kidding me! I pray to his feathery ass for weeks with no answer and you just up and ask him to move your princess bed and he does it? Poof?”

“Well, yeah. I said please.”

“It’s very… white.”

“I know. We go so many gross places, skeevy motels and hunts covered in monster goop. I wanted something clean. You know?”

Now: With the abundance of pillows and blankets piled on the bed, it was hard to make out your form in the middle of it all. Dean stepped over your discarded shoes and hunting clothes. There were piles of crumpled tissues all over the floor, cough drop wrappers and half drank bottles of water.

“What time is it?” you asked from the mountain of covers.

“Just past noon,” he replied, coming closer to the bed. “Thought maybe you’d want lunch.”

You shook your head and Dean could see you a bit clearer in the light of the computer. Your face was flushed more than it was the night before and your eyes were dull. You looked utterly miserable.

He sat on the side of the bed; his hand went to your forehead. You didn’t even pull away, “Fever. You take anything for it?”

Your finger pointed to the table littered with over-the-counter drugs and bottles. You’d taken everything for it, but nothing really helped.

“You get any sleep last night?”

“No,” you said on a sneeze, then groaned. “This blows. You should leave so I don’t give you the plague.”

“Hmm.” He stood there for a minute, then disappeared out into the hallway.

You burrowed back under your covers with a shiver, for the first time in his life, Dean Winchester actually did as you asked. You must be in worse shape than you thought.

A few minutes later, he reappeared with a large mug in his hands. “Wanna sit up, Sweetheart? I’ve got something special for you.”

With a grunt, you untangled yourself from the bedding and sat up against the padded headboard. He smiled fondly, you looked adorable, even as sick as you were. Your hair was held back in twin French braids that were starting to come loose and you were using one of his missing Henley’s for a night shirt. A few sizes too big, it hung off one of your shoulders.

“I was wondering where that went.”

You were confused for a second then tugged self-consciously at the collar buttons. “It made its way into my rotation after that Wendigo hunt.”

“Looks better on you anyway,” he held out the mug to you. “Drink this nice and slow, it’ll take care of that cough so you can sleep.”

“What is it?” you asked, stirring the steaming liquid with the cinnamon stick that propped against the rim.

“That is Bobby Singer’s patented, super-secret, cure all hot toddy. Sammy used to get sick all the time when we were kids, that stuff always put him right.”

You took a sip, it indeed soothed your throat and although you couldn’t really taste it, the burn of alcohol was distinct.

“Wow, how much whiskey is in Bobby’s hot toddy?”

“Enough to send you off to dreamland.” He stood and turned to leave. He knew you didn’t want to be bothered and now that you’d accepted his help, he felt a bit more confident in leaving you. For a while.

“I’ll be back in a couple of hours and see if you can stomach some soup and crackers. Your meds will work better if you eat.”

He was almost to the door when you stopped him, “Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“How’d you kill the phoenix?”

“It’s a… a long story.”

You gave a small shrug, feeling silly. You’d made such a fuss yesterday about being left alone and now you found you wanted him to stay.

“I’m not exactly going anywhere.”

That earned you a genuine smile from him. He toed off his shoes and launched himself into the middle of your bed with a bellyflop.

“Dean!” You laughed, covering the top of the mug so the contents wouldn’t spill.

He made a big show of climbing up over the mountain of blankets and pillows, “Jesus, Y/N! How do you sleep on this pile of marshmallow fluff?”

“Shut it. You’ve been dying to try my bed since the day I moved in.”

“Who says I haven’t? Remember that trip you took to Jody’s last month? Sammy and I had a great time painting our toes and talking about boys in here.”

“Shut up,” you said with a cough.

“He wanted to try on your underwear, but I drew the line,” he teased, pulling you in close so he could wrap his arm around your shoulders. “Comfortable?”

You tucked into his side and let your aching head rest on his chest. “Mmm.”

“Good. So, the year was 1861 and the place was Sunrise, Wyoming.”

Hours later, long after the hot toddy had done its job, you were deep asleep when Dean woke up. He was unbelievably hot, and you were the cause. Obviously, your fever had spiked. Sweat dotted your brow and soaked through your clothes to the point he was feeling damp where you were cuddled against him. He gently eased you off, feeling your forehead with a frown.

“Y/N? Wake up, sweetheart.”

You grumbled in your sleep and burrowed deeper under the covers when he pulled them back.

“Come on, Y/N,” he urged, pulling a thermometer from his shirt pocket.

You were only halfway awake when you realized there was a thin, glass tube under your tongue. “Wha thmm hemmm?”

“103.” He brushed the hair back that had stuck to your temples. “I think I should take you to the E.R. High fevers are nothing to mess around with.”

You shook your head, coughing deeply. “The meds just wore off.”

He handed you a box of tissues, “I think you need more than cough syrup and Tylenol. Let me take you to get looked at.”

“I’ll be okay Dean; I just need to give it time.”

Behind the exhaustion and illness, he could see flicker of fear in your eyes, and he was torn. The last thing he wanted was to push you or take away your choice, but he wasn’t going to let this get out of control.

He sighed heavily, “Okay, we’ll try it your way. On two conditions. One, you need to eat something, so you keep your strength up.”

“Okay,” you agreed, trying not to cough again. “And two?”

“If this gets worse, you’ll let me take you to the doctor.” He could feel you instantly withdraw, but he wasn’t going to let you. This was too important. He crooked a finger under your chin, gently coaxing you to look at him.

“I know it scares you, you don’t have to tell me why. Trust me, I’ll take care of you Y/N.”

Your reluctance met with his resolve and after a moment, you nodded. “Okay.”

“That’s my girl,” Dean praised, brushing a kiss across your forehead. “Now, if you’re very good, I’ll bring you a bowl of tomato rice soup.”

“With that bacon cheddar panini you made last time?”

“Woman after my own heart,” Dean said. He climbed out of the bed, then noticed you doing the same.

“Whoa, wait a minute. Where do you think you’re going?”

“A shower, I feel disgusting,” you muttered, pawing through the bottles on the nightstand.

“No way, that fever is way too high. And you use water hot enough to burn off fingerprints.”

You tossed back a couple of Tylenol with a generous swallow of water. “If I smell as awful as I feel, then you shouldn’t be discouraging me.”

“Y/N…”

“Super quick, more of a rinse than a shower.”

“Ten minutes. Any longer and I’m coming in after you.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” you replied, gathering a fresh set of pajamas.

“Keep that water tepid,” he called after you.

Once you were alone in the shower room, you turned on the water and allowed yourself the coughing fit you’d been holding in. Dean was worried enough about you. As sweet as he was, there was a claustrophobic feeling bubbling within you. It came from a childhood spent as a sick kid. Parents, teachers, doctors all seemed to hover. Stealing your air and breathing down your neck.

Hidden in the clean clothes were two small bottles of essential oils. An old remedy passed down from your grandpa. You striped down and stepped under the water. It wasn’t nearly as warm as you’d like it, but it was better than nothing. You uncapped the bottles and sprinkled the contents over the floor. They mixed with the heat and made a fragrant steam of peppermint and eucalyptus. You braced your hands against the tiled wall and let your head hang down. A few minutes breathing in the steam worked to open your nasal passages and more importantly, your lungs.

Tightness had been building in your chest since last night and out of all the symptoms, that was the most troubling. Not even that heavy duty decongestant cut it, and that stuff always helped. Thankfully, Granddad’s method never let you down. You breathed as deeply as you could, until the coughing it caused made the room spin and your knees go wobbly.

You sank down onto the wall bench and turned the water off. You shivered and tried to work up a bit of strength to dry off and get dressed. Utterly exhausted, even the thought of standing was enough to tire you. Of course, you knew if you sat there long enough, Dean would come searching for you. Potentially naked or not.

Then: The shrill scream cut through the bunker, reaching Dean even through his headphones. He was on his feet and down the hall as another shout echoed from the shower room. A twist of the handle didn’t yield entry. Sam was out on a supply run, which meant you were the one trapped inside.

Dean took a step back and splintered the door off its hinges with a single kick.

Gun drawn, he burst into the steam filled room, “Y/N?!”

You were standing on top of one of the teak benches that lined the shower wall. Soaking wet with shampoo suds cascading down your very naked body. Your already wide eyes got even bigger, and you screamed again. You crossed your arms over your breasts and crouched down into a ball, it was the quickest option for modesty.

“Dean!”

He peered through the steam and the still running water, gun still drawn, “YN, what the hell?! What’s going on?!”

“Spider.”

He blinked, twice. “What?”

You pointed a watery finger towards the middle of the tiled floor, “By the drain. Huge, HUGE spider.”

Dean tucked his gun into the back waistband of his jeans, “Damn it, Y/N. I thought you were being attacked!”

“Why would I be attacked? You guys said this bunker is the safest place on Earth!”

Dean angrily threw a towel at you. “You were screaming bloody murder! What the hell else was I going to think?!”

You wrapped the towel around your body, tucking It securely under your arms. “I don’t like spiders, okay?”

“We just got back from a freaking ghoul hunt, with dead bodies and gore and guts… the whole nine. You didn’t flinch once, but a bug’s got you clutching your pearls?”

“It’s an irrational fear, professor,” you replied, switching the water off. “But since you’re here to rescue me… would you please?”

Dean rolled his eyes but inspected the drain all the same. “I don’t see a spider.”

“What?!” You looked around frantically, then grabbed Dean’s arm and pointed, “There! In the corner.”

He pulled his red handkerchief from his pocket, “Alright, I got him.”

“Wait! Don’t kill him! Just… catch and release.”

“You’re awfully picky for a damsel in distress,” Dean muttered. “Is this one of your superstitions, like that cricket in Rhode Island? Is it bad luck to kill a north-facing spider on a Tuesday?”

“Nearly every culture believes that killing a cricket brings bad luck.”

“You know what brings really bad luck? Going into a vamp nest on no sleep because a fucking cricket was cruising for a date in our bathtub!”

“That spider doesn’t deserve to die because of my fear. I just… I don’t want to kill anything else. Not now, not if I don’t have to. Do you?”

You raised your beautiful, luminous eyes and searched out his. His heart beat in double time and he was suddenly acutely aware of the tiniest details. Tendrils of your hair dripped water like diamonds on your shoulders and collarbones. Your skin glowed a healthy pink, you probably used that fluffy loofa thing you always left hanging on faucet. The scent of your favorite soap hung heavy in the air… what was it? Ginger peach? God, he loved it! You had lotion that went with it and a tiny hand sanitizer that you kept in your purse. It made his whole car smell like you when you used it, even after you were gone.

Dean gave himself a mental shake. In under five minutes you had taken him on an emotional rollercoaster from panic to irritation to confusion to completely mesmerized. How did you do that?! It was happening more and more. Every time he was around you, he discovered another piece of the puzzle. He could never predict what you were going to say, but somehow it was always just what he needed to hear. You voiced the emotions that he had never been able to put into words.

“No,” he said at last. “I don’t want to kill anything else either.”

Now: Dean was at the stove when you shuffled into the kitchen. He smiled at you over his shoulder while you sat at the table. You were in your Christmas leggings and yet another of his missing shirts. Your face wasn’t as flushed as it had been when you first woke up, a positive sign.

“Hope you’ve got your appetite back, because this batch of tomato rice soup is on point.”

“Your cooking is always on point,” you smiled wanly as he set down a bowl in front of you.

“You’re not wrong,” he replied, running his hand over your forehead. “Fever’s down. You feel better?”

“The shower helped.”

“You smell like a candy cane,” he chuckled, taking a massive bite of his sandwich.

“Peppermint oil. For congestion,” you explained.

You considered the man across the table from you as you silently ate your soup. You couldn’t properly taste it, but it was warm and soothed your raw throat. You’d known Dean Winchester for five years and there were still moments like this, moments where you felt like you were seeing him clearly for the first time. The delightful domestic behind the swagger and the grit. He took such pure joy in the mundane that it was hard not to get swept up in it. The greatest hunter in the world was also the kindest. Surely there was some sort of cosmic balance working itself out there, but you were too tired to reflect on it.

“So,” Dean said, pulling you from your thoughts. “You up for a little movie marathon in the Dean cave?”

“That would depend on what’s showing.”

“Lady’s choice. So long as it doesn’t have subtitles.”

“La Dolce Vita is a classic!”

“Die Hard is a classic,” Dean countered. “Plus, it’s a Christmas movie so it counts double.”

“Ugh, fine. You big baby.” You thought for a moment, covering a cough with the back of your hand. “How about Ghostbusters?”

Dean grinned at that, “Yeah?”

“Or Stripes or um… Caddyshack. Mom was a Bill Murray fan; we always watched him when I was sick.”

“Sounds like Mom had good taste,” Dean picked up the dishes and headed to the sink. “Why don’t you go find a comfortable spot on the couch? I’ll be right behind you.”

Laughter always was the best medicine. And Dean always was the best cuddler. He brought his gigantic triple thick comforter from his bed and tucked the two of you under it as the 80’s classic played on the flatscreen. It didn’t take long for the full stomach and the warm hunter to lull you back into a deep sleep. You were out before the credits rolled.

Your hacking cough that woke Dean hours later. It was different this time, you were coughing so much that you couldn’t seem to catch your breath. He was right behind you as you hunched over the arm of the couch. As he rubbed your back, he could feel how deeply your lungs rattled. It was a distinct, wet sounding cough that shook your whole frame. Heat from your spiked fever radiated through your shirt to his palm.

He was saying something to you, but you couldn’t make out the words, only the soothing tone of his voice. You were truly miserable. Your head ached with every cough and when you finally managed to stop hacking, you struggled to catch your breath. A glass of water floated in front of you, and you drank it greedily.

One word broke through your haze: Doctor. You didn’t really hear him say it, but the implication was there.

To his surprise, and as a testament to how awful you felt, you nodded your agreement. The relief was evident in his voice, “There’s my girl. Stay put; I’m going to warm up the car.”

As Dean left, you took stock. The fever ravaging your system left you feeling disgusting, but you were too tired do anything about it. Your head was pounding from the coughing fit and your chest was so tight it was painful to draw breath. You looked down at your pajamas; the snowflake leggings and borrowed shirt were hardly a fashion choice, but they would have to do.

There was an awful taste in your mouth had to go. You could manage a swish of mouthwash, even if you had to sit on the toilet to do it.

The minute your stocking feet touched the ground, everything changed. Your chest got painfully tight. The feeling of a crushing weight on your chest, as if Dean had driven his car over you and parked it. The room started to spin and not even holding on to the table made the world steady. You went down with a thump, landing hard on your ass. Breathing became like sucking air through a tiny straw, you simply couldn’t. Your mouth gaped open as you tried and failed to draw air. Panic swiftly set in as your fingers and toes went numb from lack of oxygen. Your vision blurred and went dark around the edges. You dropped to your side and prayed Dean would be quick.

He was gone five minutes, tops. The sight of you curled on the floor had him shouting for Sam as he quickly knelt beside you.

“Y/N! Baby, look at me, I’m right here... Sam!!”

You tired to talk but, no sound came out. Your hand was on your chest and there was a wheezing sound. Tears formed at the corners of your eyes.

Shit! He wasn’t sure what had caused this attack, but it didn’t matter. He had you in his arms as Sam burst through the doorway

Sam’s eyes went wide as he took in your pale features and distress, “What the hell?!”

“Hospital now, you’re driving!”

By the time the Impala was squealing out of the bunker’s garage, you were fully unconscious. Your limp body sagged against Dean’s chest while he tried to get you to respond. Sam was alternating between watching the road and checking the rearview on your deteriorating condition. His foot pressed the accelerator down, pushing the Impala to the limit.

“What the fuck happened? I thought she just had a cold.”

“Its this cough, she couldn’t shake it.” Dean kept you upright in his lap, knowing it was the easiest position for you to breathe in. He could feel you losing the battle, even your lips were turning from red and chapped to slightly blue and it scared the hell out of him.

How the hell did you get this bad so quickly? He had kept a close eye on you, kept your fever under control, kept you hydrated. It just didn’t make any sense! If he didn’t know any better, he’d have thought you had… asthma.

Flashes came to Dean’s mind; puzzle pieces fell into place. The vaporizer in your room billowing out peppermint was not a new addition; you took it with you everywhere. It made even the grossest motel rooms halfway pleasant. You always kept a scarf wrapped around your neck if the weather was even a little cold, and you pulled it up over your nose when the wind got bitter. Even that time you helped them burn a body. You turned away from the pyre and pulled that scarf up… Dean thought it was the smell that got to you.

“Shit,” he muttered, digging through your purse as Sam got closer to the city limits. He pulled out a metal tube with a plastic dispenser.

“Son of a bitch!”

Sam’s eyes caught the reflection, “Is that an inhaler?”

Turning it over, Dean read the prescription. “She’s fucking asthmatic!”

He steadied your lolling head with his hand and brought the inhaler to your mouth, “Okay, baby… this medicine is gonna help you. Breathe it in for me.”

He dispensed two puffs into your mouth and prayed the meds got down into your lungs. Was it the right thing to do? Use an inhaler on an unconscious person? Dean had no idea, but he was going to do whatever he needed to do to save you. He cradled you on his lap and prayed as Sam pulled into the Lebanon Hospital parking lot.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 3 months

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Across Every Universe

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey Jordan, can i request something where Dean Winchester always have a crush on the reader but never said something to her until one day Sam and Dean are transported (based on the episode French Mistake) and Dean actor Jensen and is married to the reader of the universe and she pass the whole day giving Dean hug and kisses because for everyone is Jensen. When Dean and Sam came back to their universe him and the reader start dating? Fluff

Summary: Sam and Dean are taken back to the same place where Dean is known as Jensen Ackles and Sam as Jared Padalecki. This little trip makes Dean realize his feelings for you.

Square Filled: "god, if only you knew what you did to me" (2023) for @spnaubingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

No matter the position you’re in, you’re not comfortable. It doesn’t matter if you lie down on your side, your back, or your stomach. Not to mention the heater isn’t working in the Bunker so it’s very cold. You have three blankets over you while wearing long sleeves and pajama pants. The broken heater doesn’t help your running cold either. You’re not sure where you caught it from but you’ve been trying to stay away from the brothers to not get them sick.

That doesn’t keep Dean away, though.

He’s a complete sweetheart to you since he always brings you soup, makes sure you’re comfortable, and spends time with you even if you tell him not to go near you. You don’t know what you’d do without Dean in your life.

Speaking of, he knocks on your door and enters wearing his usual hunting attire.

“Going on a hunt?” you ask and sit up slightly.

“Yeah. I wish I could stay here and take care of you.”

“Other people need you,” you smile. “I’ll be fine. I’m going to stay in bed, watch movies, and make some soup later. Did you fix the heater, yet?”

“I have someone coming in a few days. He’s also on a hunt.”

“Right, no non-hunters here,” you chuckle.

“I’ll call you later and check up on you, okay?”

“My hero.”

You cuddle with your blankets more and Dean leaves your room with a slight blush on his cheeks. Before he closes the door, he looks back at you in thought. God, if only you knew what you did to me.

He closes your door and meets his brother in the library. As soon as they are packed and ready to go, they start the long drive to the next state over. When Dean gets onto the highway, Sam turns to Dean with a knowing smile.

“So, did you tell her how you feel?”

“Stay out of it, Sammy,” Dean rolls his eyes.

“How long have you had a thing for her? Years? When are you going to tell her how you feel?”

“I mean it, Sam. Stay out of it. I can handle it on my own.”

“Apparently not, or else she’d be yours.”

Dean punches his brother not gently in the arm and Sam laughs. Dean kept the music high so he could avoid talking about his feelings for you. They get to the town that has its residents sacrificing themselves in the name of God. If anything, it warrants some kind of visit from the Winchesters.

The town looks like a normal town with normal people just trying to live their normal lives. They have no suspicions that something is happening but they only just arrived. They get there late at night so they will have to do their work tomorrow morning. Dean takes out his phone when his brother goes into the bathroom to shower and calls you.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

“I’m doing alright but not any better.”

“Did you take your medicine?”

“Yes, I did.” He can hear the smile in your voice and that makes him smile. “And I ate my soup and drank water.”

“Don’t forget to tell her goodnight,” Sam says loudly from the bathroom.

Dean grabs a pillow and chucks it at his brother. “Go take a shower. You stink.”

“Goodnight, Dean,” you chuckle, having heard Sam.

“Night sweetheart.” He hangs up and turns to his brother with a scowl. “I hate you.”

Sam and Dean actually get more than four hours of sleep that night but when Dean wakes up, he doesn’t recognize his surroundings. The motel is gone, the shutty beds and blankets are gone, and the peeling wallpaper is gone. What replaces it is a nice trailer, a comfortable bed, a big aquarium, and other nice shit that Dean has never had.

“Sammy?” he calls out. He gets up and leaves the small trailer only to run into Sam. “What the hell is going on? Where are we?”

“I don’t know.” Sam looks around and spots a name on the side of the trailer that’s behind Dean. “Oh, no. Look.”

Dean turns and sees the name ‘Jensen Ackles’ on the side. He turns back around and sees ‘Jared Padalecki’ on the trailer opposite his.

“You’ve got to be kidding me? We’re back in actor land? What happened last time?”

“Gabriel sent us here to avoid Raphael and his minions. I have no idea how we ended up here.”

“I bet it has something to do with the fact that people were sacrificing themselves in the name of God. My guess is that angels are involved.”

“There you two are.” Sam and Dean turn to see Castiel--Misha--walking toward them. “They’re looking for you two.”

“Yeah, we’re coming.”

If Sam and Dean didn’t do a good job trying to act last time, then they certainly aren’t going to do a good job now. It’s funny in hindsight but it makes for a very long day of filming. After the twentieth time messing up, Dean is ready to get the hell out of there to figure out how to get back to his world.

He looks to the right and sees you at the snack bar. He immediately calls for a time-out and leaves the set.

“Time out?” the director frowns and looks at him. “Everyone, take ten!”

“Y/N?”

“Come here, you have to try this. Gen made it,” you grin at Dean. You take a scoopful of food and present it to him. He opens his mouth and accepts the food, pleasantly surprised by the taste. “Oh, you have something on your mouth.” You wipe his bottom lip with your thumb and lick the food off. Dean is so confused about your behavior but doesn’t have time to figure it out. Your phone rings and you check who is messaging you. “I gotta go. Gen is here.”

You lean up and kiss him quickly before walking off. Dean can’t move after that quick kiss. You did it so casually like you’ve done it a thousand times. He is forced to go back to acting but he can’t do a good job because all he’s thinking about is your lips on his.

They aren’t getting enough filming done so the director calls it for the rest of the day. Sam and Dean convene outside to make it look like they’re busy so no one else talks to them.

“She kissed me, dude.”

“What?”

“Y/N or the woman who she’s supposed to be. She kissed me like we’re together or something.”

“Look, I’m glad you’re going through the five stages of teenage excitement but can we focus here? How are we going to get out of here?”

Dean looks around and spots you entering his trailer.

“Eh, you’ll figure it out. I’ll be back.”

Dean leaves to his trailer and Sam rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“Dean!” he hisses but receives no answer.

Dean enters his counterpart’s trailer and sees you where the bed is. You’re grabbing some night clothes out of the drawers since you’re not going to be leaving the trailer for the rest of the night.

“Hey, I talked to Gen about the cabin and she got it all set up for us this weekend. I’m so excited to spend some time away from all this for two days.”

“Are we dating?” The comment makes you laugh. “What?”

“Are you okay?” He looks kind of nervous so you walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck. “I don’t know what’s going on with you but I do know how to make you feel better.”

“How?” he whispers.

You run your hands down his chest and take his hands. You take him to the bed and toss your night clothes onto a nearby chair. You fall onto the bed while pulling him so he lands on top of you but he stops himself with his hands so he doesn’t completely crush you.

You pull him down to kiss you and that’s enough to bring Dean into the delusion that you’re Y/N and you’re his. Your lips are softer than what he thought and your body fits so perfectly against his. He slips his tongue into your mouth to get familiar with you. You tug on his hair to get some traction so he pulls away from your mouth and kisses down your neck.

Your neck has always been a sensitive spot for you and he really knows how to work you up. He licks up and down your neck before latching onto the side of it. You gasp, tilt your head back, and moan something that brings Dean back down to reality.

“Jensen.” You’re not his. You’re not you. You’re Jensen’s. You’re not supposed to be with him. He pulls away and pants above you. “What’s wrong?”

“Can we just lay here instead?”

“Yeah, of course. Let me get changed.”

You slip out from underneath him and grab the pajamas you set aside earlier. You strip down naked and Dean has a hard time not looking at you. He can’t help but think you’re a complete stranger. The pajamas you’re wearing are revealing but he feels better at looking at you with clothes on. You climb into bed with him and cuddle into his side, and he tucks a strand of your hair behind your head.

“How did I get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one.”

“Tell me the story of how we met.” You look at him in confusion. “I want to hear it from you.”

“Okay, I got tickets to a red carpet event that my ex-friend invited me to. We were going to see the movie My Bloody Valentine because we thought it was going to be the next big movie. The entire cast was there, including you, meeting fans and taking pictures with them. When we locked eyes, it was like something was pulling you to me.

“You came over to me, complimented me on my dress, signed my poster with your number on it which I still have, and the rest is history. I never got together with you because you were a big celebrity. You were genuine, kind, funny, charming, and very sexy. It was hard not to fall in love with you.”

Dean notices the big ring on your finger and puts the pieces together.

“We’re married?”

“Yes, we are,” you laugh. “Are you okay?”

“I’m just… really happy.”

You lean over and kiss him. The next morning, Dean leaves his trailer before you get up. He doesn’t want to wake you even though he wants to. He finds Sam outside his own trailer with a book in his hands.

“Hey,” Dean sighs.

“I might have found a way out of here, no thanks to you.”

“What if we didn’t leave?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“The love of my life is my wife here.”

“That’s not your wife, Dean. She’s Jensen’s wife. She thinks you’re him. Why would you take that away from him? You have a girl waiting for you at home, a girl with whom you’re too scared to do anything about. Don’t take her away from him because you want what they have.”

Dean knows he’s right. He can’t stay here. He’s using this world as an escape from his own.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Dean sighs. “What do you have?”

“I found this book in the prop section. This might be a TV show but it does have some useful books to make it look real. There’s a ritual we can do.”

And a ritual it is. Once they get the stuff needed and perform it, they are brought back to the town they arrived in a couple of days ago. In order to properly tackle this town, they’re going to need some angelic help. Maybe Castiel can meet them back at the Bunker and figure something out then.

The first thing Dean does when he gets home is go looking for you. You’re still stuck in bed watching your favorite movies on Disney+. You pause your movie when your bedroom door opens.

“Hey, how was the hunt?” Dean doesn’t say anything as he kicks off his shoes. He climbs into bed with you and pulls you close to him. “Dean?”

“I love you,” he blurts. “I should have told you this years ago but I can’t seem to think straight when I’m with you. You make everything better for me, and you’re a better hunter than I ever was. God, I love you so much.”

“I’d kiss you but I don’t want to get you sick,” you smile.

“I don’t care,” he whispers and kisses you.

This is where he belongs. Right next to you.

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YO QUISIERA - JASON TODD

tw ⭒ jason todd x fem!reader, john constantine's sidekick!reader, swearing, jealousy and that's it, this is mostly fluff with best friend jason based on guess what??? ANOTHER SONG, yo quisiera by reik

a/n ⭒ do you have an idea of how of a sucker i am for jay????? this is just, i need this please show some love. reblogs and comments are appreciated and each one gets you a kiss on your forehead and a warm hug and yeah, i mentioned mbv because it has jensen ackles and he's my man <3

have you ever heard about not being able to decide who you love? well, jason has heard enough of that bullshit and he was sick of it.

it all started the day bruce brought back with him the man that the bat-kids could consider their weird uncle, john constantine and he showed up with a girl that was about jason's age. she walked swaying her hips a little too much and wore a smirk on her lips that made him a mix between upset and fascinated, there was also that white button-up shirt with the black trousers which made her look like a mini-me of the obnoxious sorcerer if only she wore also a trenchcoat and a red tie.

his first claim, after your first meeting, was that he didn't liked you "she speaks like she has all the right in the world" he said, voice gruffy and body a little too tense when dick asked him what he thought about you "she thinks she's funny but she's fucking annoying" and that makes dick chuckle.

"i think she's funny and smart, maybe you should try and spend some more time with y/n" dick tells him with a shrug before he leaves jason with his thoughts. there was no way on earth he'll get along with you.

but thruth be told, you were a little more giddy and nice that anyone could ever say constantine was and that made jason a bit less avoidant when it came to the times you were around the batcave and let's say that he just happened to get used to you, that's how he finds a new friend that he never thought would really understand him but he was mistaken.

since all of this it's been two years, it took jason a while to open himself up to you while you were maybe a bit of an oversharer but jason enjoys listening to your rambles, it's been so easy for him to accept you into his space in a way that's been noticeable to everyone around, not that they say anything because there are things that need to happen.

but what makes everyone tease him when they notice is how he seems to turn into a giddy kid whenever you're close, there's always a nice aura around you both but there are times he would be walking behind you like an overexcited puppy, following you from a corner to another because he needs to know what you need even if it's just a hug.

for dick that's just so funny, because he does remembers how annoying jason said you were and now he barely accepts going on patrol with anyone but you as his partner "thought you said y/n was annoying, you spend too much time with her for someone who you can't stand" he starts as soon as he steps next to jason and it causes him to grunt.

"she's annoying but she's my friend" jason says, shrugging it off before walking away to start his shift with dick as his partner "and what if i spend too much time with her? that's what friends do" the way he gets all defensive amuses dick and makes him giggle.

"sure thing, birdie boy" the nickname earns him a death stare from jason because that's just one of the ways you call him and if jason has to be honest he loves it but only when it comes from you "friends are running behind their friends like a lost puppy and looking at their friend like they hung the moon and the stars on the night sky"

"shut your mouth, grayson, she's my friend"

and yes, you're best friends but that doesn't mean he's not dealing with a big crush on you and he tries hard to hide it. maybe it works with you because you've never been wise enough with those things but there are things you can't hide from a family of damn detectives and the way he looked at you, how he spoke about you and the big amount of time he spent with you, yeah even bruce was aware.

jason had to deal with their knowing looks, the not so subtle glances they gave him as soon as you stood next to him because he was afraid that you could notice and that his feelings could ruin your friendship. it was sad having you so close yet not being able to do anything about it, he could hold his love if it meant you would be by his side even if he would have to see you around anyone else.

he wanted to be the one for you; he wanted to be reason of your nerves and smiles, he wanted to be the guy who would keep you awake until late just to talk a little bit more so then you could wake up feeling so eager to see him. jason wanted to be the guy you loved the most.

but instead he was your best friend, a shoulder to cry on and the first person you would always ask for advice before a date, which was the situation today. three days before valentine's day.

"and how am i supposed to know if he really likes me? i mean, he's nice but that can't be all" you start once you sit by his side, looking at jason with a small frown and your tone sounds so frustrated he sighs.

the question itself makes his breath catch because if he's not careful he could be giving himself away, letting you know how he feels about you and that is something he can't let happen.

"how am i supposed to know? i don't even know the guy" he replies with a low scoff, but truth be told he knows who the guy is and he also knows that he isn't worthy for you and it had been proven when he cancelled your date "but if he cancelled your date he might not be really interested"

"jay, i'm being serious! it's there something wrong with me?" you sink a little into the couch, arms crossed and a small pool of tears now forming on your eyes "why can't i have one single chance? why isn't there a single guy that really likes me?"

the only thing left for him on these situations is to lean in and drap one of his arms around your shoulder and he does, pulling you closer so you can cuddle yourself up into his side while he kisses the top of your head and bites his tongue so he holds back his words.

"life is pretty shitty, isn't it? i'm pretty sure the right person will show up eventually" he says softly, jason caresses your side while he coos you and there's a second when he swears he has a chance because you look up at him in a way that sends his stomach to do backflips.

he feels so damn jealous, you've been telling him about your dates and the guys that you hang out with and he wishes it was him instead. that he could be able to call you his, to kiss you and hold you, call you his girlfriend and have you all for him. he knows that's not even possible, he knows he can't indulge himself such a pleasure.

"i wish all guys were half as nice as you are, jaybirdie" your words are enough to make his face go as red as his helmet but he just pushes his feelings away again.

she's just being nice, you stupid asshole he tells himself as a dry chuckle leaves his chest mixed with an annoyed grunt "you don't want a guy like me, sweetheart, i'm sure as hell" he says in a whisper that you seem to ignore and he knows that it's better that way.

"now... i have no valentine's date so" he listens to your words and there's a voice on his head that tells him that this is his opportunity to get you a nice gift, to win you over but that's only possible on his dreams "would you be my valentine?" you asks, eyes still teary but there's a small smile on your lips and he wants to scream yes, he's about to answer when cass comes into the room.

funny enough to tell that cass is the only one of his sibblings that really knows from the source that jason is into you and they've both tried to find out if you have feelings for him and you do, cass knows and she has told him but he refuses to believe it. life isn't that good for him.

"ew, no" he says, his hand nudding your head lightly and he misses the quick glint of sadness on your eyes but cass doesn't and she coughs while giving jason a knowing look as soon as his eyes meet hers "why would i date my loser best friend for valentine's?"

rejection hurts and even when it felt like you were asking him as your second option thruth was that you've been scared enough to make any move. because this was special enough for you to want to be the one to actually court him, making him feel wanted and needed because he was important for you way beyond the friendship.

"yeah, no" you nod as you sit straight, clearing your throat to get rid of the knot that was starting to mess your voice up "it would be really lame, sorry. you must have plans already just for me to ruin them"

the sudden change on your attitude weirds jason out and it also scares him, did he messed up? yeah, he did he manages to think with the glare he receives from cass. sitting straight too, reaching her arm again to pull her back into his embrace.

"i hate valentine's, you know i have no plans at all" he says softly, trying to get you to look at him "but i can make an exception for you, what were you thinking for us to do?" jason asks, leaning in to kiss your temple.

"i was thinking we could watch a movie, you know..." you start, maybe a little less excited that he would wanted you to be and he nods with a small smile, his mind running with possible ideas until he remembers one of those movies with one of your favorite actors.

"my bloody valentine?" jason suggests, looking at you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his lips that made your heart jump. this was exactly the kind of things jason never gave himself credit for, he may not be perfect but even with every flaw he could possibly have he was there, trying to be better for those who deserved to be loved.

it was set, you left after a few minutes of discussion on what to bring to your valentine's movie night. as soon as you were gone cass came up to him and the way she stood right in front with her hands on her hips made him guess what she was about to say.

"i know i almost fucked up" jason starts, hands on his face as he grunts "but i just- how do you expect me to believe she really likes me?" he asks on the edge of losing it.

"jason, she's being so transparent about it" cass says, she sounds tired and maybe she is, this isn't the first time she's said this to her little brother "you're not the only one that's chasing after her all the time, she's also doing the same and you're just too hard headed to accept it"

those words play on his head on repeat until the time you're out of his room, hands holding a couple of bags with food and also a small gift you brought him. it doesn't matter how the night ends, you wanted to give him something special. jason opens the door of his room, a big and warm smile as he sees your face and his heartbeat grows faster.

he lets you into his dorm, letting you sit on his bed with your back leaned against the headboard and he drops to the matress, his head resting on your lap while you play the movie and everything is nice, you both laugh at the cranky 3D effects that are just so weird on a common screen, he teases you whenever tom hanniger appears on the screen and chuckles when you giggle.

he eats a little distracted, feeling so at ease when your fingers brush through his hair and he stops watching the movie to look up at you, all the happiness he felt being replaced by a wave of doubt, he wanted to accept the idea of you liking him back but his mind was always ready to mess it up.

jason isn't aware of the low grunt he lets out, sound that brings you to pause the movie to look down at him with a worried expression because you wouldn't want him to be wasting his time on something he didn't wanted to do. he feels your gaze on him, eyes fixed on his face and he turns to watch the screen.

"what's going on, red?" the nickname slips, it isn't so often you call him like that but right now it just seemed fair when his cheeks blush a little "is there something wrong?" and the soft voice you use makes jason want to cry.

if only you knew how bad he wanted to tell you, he was dying to let you know how much he wanted to kiss you and have you all for him.

"if i tell you something you promise me we will continue to be friends?" jason asks, it slipped and he wants to tell you to forget it but he knows it's too late when you tilt your head before nodding "i just... is it weird if i told you i wish i was the reason you wake up all giddy? is it bad if i told you i wanted to be the guy you cry over? that you really felt something else for me? i'm just dying to tell you so many things but i'm afraid you don't feel the same, i'm afraid to tell you i want you to be in love with me and lose you, that the only way to see you then is on my dreams"

with each word he says your cheeks burn a little more, your heart is about to burst when he stops speaking. jason is looking at you, waiting for a response and he grows anxious when you don't speak right away, he shifts about to stand up when you stop him.

"who says you're not already the guy i've cried for?" your voice is soft and he can't bring himself to believe his ears "i mean... i can believe you don't think about it but how couldn't i? when i told you i wished any other guy was like you i meant it... i thought you didn't felt anything else for me"

you want to keep talking, keep on telling him everything you've felt for him but your words are hushed by his lips on your.

jason is kissing your lips, his touch so tender on your face while his hands cup your face like you could break or vanish at any second. the movie was still paused and who could care about a hot masked killer when jason was reciprocating your feelings?

"do you mean it?" his voice is low, almost a whisper as he speaks after breaking the kiss without putting much distance between your faces, lips still brushing as he looks into your eyes.

"i mean it, red" and your words, mixed with that cute giggle of yours made his heart melt "i like you. i love you" you whisper with your eyes closed and jason feels like he's in heaven.

"i love you too, sweetheart"

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deanbrainrotwritings · 11 months

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SUMMARY : director jensen ackles gets a little too sexy.

PAIRING : jensen ackles x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : jared padalecki, misha collins, laura (oc), mariana (oc)

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw(18+), smut, spanking, banter, jokes

WORD COUNT : 4.3k

A/N : title from the song by j-hope of bts. I love danneel, but she can’t exist for these stories, lmao. also, I wrote this while I was sick and I was exhausted at 1.00 am :D XX

Jensen and her had a very professional relationship on set despite being married. She didn’t really joke around or do anything inappropriate unless it was okay for them to be doing that, if it was part of a scene and they accidentally messed up, or unless Jared and Jensen themselves were acting alongside her with Misha. But when Jensen was directing, it was a whole other case of professionalism. A case that she secretly loved and found very hot, something she was pretty sure she could hide from everyone but him.

He was a very private man with everything that had to do with his personal life, but she was a little more open about certain things, definitely not about her business in bed with Jensen, since he got flustered and embarrassed about it being said to others. Unless he was in that mood, unless he was comfortable around the people surrounding him.

For example, Jensen had no trouble talking about his sex life with her if he was talking to Misha and sometimes Jared, but he wasn’t too graphic. He could be a bit lewd, forgetting himself around the boys, and she’d play along because it was fun to either get the upper hand on him or to remain under his.

Still, she couldn’t be fooled by his prudish behaviour in the public because behind closed doors, Jensen was extremely naughty, almost more than her.

The makeup artist, Laura, was putting gel on Y/N’s brows, lip tint on her soft lips, touching up a few other parts of her face to make her look good for the cameras while the hair stylist, Mariana, began gently fixing and spraying her hair in place. Y/N stared at the photos of Jensen, Misha, and Jared, a little smile on her face admiring her friends and herself being silly in them.

“Ready?” Someone asked from the door after knocking, Laura and Mariana responded with a rushed yes and quickly finished up what they were doing before letting Y/N go to the set where she’d previously had a scene with Jared and now, she’d have one with Jensen. A spicy one.

She saw Jensen was already there wearing a black suit and a mossy-green tie, a serious expression pinched his brows together, and he made motions with his hands for the cameraman to know where the cameras had to be angled and what his vision was for the scene. It was hot, watching him be in the zone, directing and leading, giving advice, and correcting certain things. He was brilliant, a genius at these things, and he was so captivating and kind, enthusiastic and thorough, it was not surprising how amazing things turned out thanks to him.

“Y/N,” Jensen said, a serious tone in his voice, so she quickly made her way to him and waited for his instructions. He finished up with the cameraman and a few of the other crew members. Y/N just watched and listened to him, mostly. It was distracting to see the suit tighten around certain areas of his body, like his broad shoulders, his ass, his waist… “…back to you, gorgeous,” he turned to face her, and she smiled, inhaling sharply.

He raised a brow at her for that, immediately figuring out that she wasn’t paying attention to him, but had her mind somewhere else. He chuckled softly, his own train of thought derailed by the way she tried to play innocent. Despite her soft and serious smile, he carefully cupped her jaw and kissed her cheek before pulling away to demonstrate and explain a few things he wanted to change about the script and the things they’d do.

He walked her through the sex scene thoroughly, explaining to her what he’d be doing to her, even guiding her through it physically, putting himself over her and showing her the simple but intimate scene. Part of her was amused, but another part of her was aroused at the way Jensen touched her, or the way he made her touch him.

He remained serious, treating her the way he treated the other crew members and she didn’t even feel the slightest bit guilty about how hot she thought he looked every time he bossed her around.

“Got that?” He asked, once he finished, brushing her hair over her shoulder gently. She eyed his movements, then focused back on him, smiling softly with a nod of her head. “Okay, ready to start shooting?” She nodded again, murmuring a yes to him while trying to stop herself from laughing.

For the most part, the scene was PG-13, but her thoughts weren’t. When Jensen entered the motel room, loosening his tie as he spoke the lines in Dean’s sexy baritone, she was glad the camera wasn’t on her to catch the sharp inhale of breath or the way her lips parted in delight.

She never got tired of looking at him. Every time, he looked more beautiful than ever before and even in her own fantasies when they were separated, the memory of him in her mind didn’t do him justice. This. Him, slipping off his jacket and flinging it onto the bed as he debriefed her on the details on the monster case they were working on, it made heat rush up her face and heat blossomed in her tummy.

She said her lines smoothly, settled on the table like she was supposed to, grateful for that because her knees had become weak when he started to roll his sleeves up, and even more when he walked away, arched beautifully to find a beer in the refrigerator. The slacks tightened around his pert ass and his thighs, she squeezed her legs shut, nearly screwing up when the camera moved to her.

And she said her lines, looking Jensen straight in the eyes when he started walking towards her, easily popping the lid off the bottle and throwing it into the sink before he settled down in the seat in front of her. His legs were spread and when she looked down at his crotch, she didn’t care if the audience thought it was scripted or not because who wouldn’t stare at him down there.

Even the way she licked her lips and the way she said her next line wasn’t part of the script. Now, getting so close to the next part of the scene that she always enjoyed because she got to tease him, and he always got more than what he asked for. When he leaned forward seductively, playing his part as Dean when he delivered his next line, flirting with her still made her blush. Even though it was something Jensen wouldn’t really say, it made her smile genuinely because she had a soft spot for Dean as a character.

Thanks to Dean and her character, she and Jensen got together in real life. All that pretending to be in love, and then spending those months apart during the writer’s strike made things clear to both of them. It wasn’t the acting, it wasn’t the script, it was real. And they gave in and started to date, and it worked, so well that now they’re married. Now, he was hers.

“So? We got time to kill before Sam’s back, sweetheart,” he smirked at her, playing with the sleeve of her dress. She grabbed his hand, moved it away from her dress, his warm fingers wrapping around hers when she kissed the inside of his wrist. It was a tiny act of affection that drove him crazy, and he knew, in that moment, what she was up to. But he played it cooled, when she continued to hold his hand and stood up the way he told her to minutes before.

“Why don’t we skip the flirting then, Winchester?” She murmured, watching him sit back in his chair, his hands sliding up his thighs, puffing out his chest so seductively, the buttons of his white shirt became tight across his chest.

“Sorry, thought you liked it,” he smirked, grabbing her hips and pulling her forward. She stumbled into his lap gracefully, laughing softly. She cupped his face tenderly, admired the way his eyes shined like a puppy-dog before she kissed him. She kissed him as herself and she kissed him as her character, full of love and passion.

“Only when we’re not being rushed,” she mumbled against his mouth, moaning unintentionally, surprised when he stood up, holding her tight against him to sit her on the table.

“Son of a bitch,” he whispered, kissing down her neck. She was glad her face wasn’t really showing in the scene and doubted that the mic picked up his words. Her face became hot when she moved her hands down to his belt to undo it and he fumbled around under her dress, just pretending to get her underwear out of the way. Although, secretly, they both wished the cameras were shut off and that they could do the real thing because sometimes when Jensen flirted as Dean, he meant every word, and the flirting worked the way it was supposed to on her.

She panted dramatically, buried her fingers into his hair and tousled it when she tugged gently. His little grunt was real, but no one needed to know that, no one needed to know how wet she was right now, and when he lifted his face up from her neck, the deep blush that painted him couldn’t be hidden by the camera and she couldn’t care less. Not when he pressed his lips to hers roughly, pushing and pulling against her body, her other hand clinging to his back, twisting his shirt tightly.

It was so good. It was torture. His hand on her thigh, fingers digging into her squishy flesh, pain that was so arousing to her, his arm was wrapped around her waist to keep her upright on the table. It shook under them, the wooden table gently bumping against the weak wall, and when he pulled away from the sensual kiss, his nose bumped against hers. His warm breath fanned over her wet lips, making her mind hazy, but not hazy enough so when she whispered a name as she was supposed to, it was Dean’s.

And that was it. The next scene would cut with Dean being cocky, helping her fix her dress and lowering her off the table minutes before Sam arrived with news from the coroner. But he pulled away, looked at her intensely as the crew started to talk and Jared came up with Misha. Y/N smiled at them, relaxing on the table despite how aroused Jensen had made her.

“Wow, felt just like porn,” Misha snickered, Jared laughed loudly, smacking Misha’s chest with the back of his wrist. She rolled her eyes at them, turned to Laura so she could fix anything the scene messed up and Mariana fixed Jensen up a little, getting them ready for the next scene.

“Least he gets some action,” Jared cackled and Jensen laughed softly. “In and out of set,” he ‘whispered’ to Misha, who chuckled and shook his head, smiling peacefully at Jensen who was rolling his eyes and Y/N shook her head.

“Well, it’s always better than watching you with a woman,” Misha joked and Jared pretended to sulk, throwing a little bit of popcorn towards Misha, which he caught and ate triumphantly with a grin. “Seriously, it was good, guys.” Misha patted Jensen’s back and he thanked him quietly, watched them scurry off when they were ready to shoot the next scene.

“Was that too much?” Jensen asked quietly, pecking her lips innocently.

“I wanted more,” she murmured quickly, smiling innocently over at the crew members who were giving them a thumbs up to start shooting. He blinked down at her and smiled shyly, he bit his lip and nodded over at the crew to show his own ‘ready to go’ sign. He looked down at his feet and she inhaled deeply, both of them getting into character again.

He started to put his belt back on and she shimmied her dress down her legs, looking down at herself when she slid off the table. He stayed close to her, his breath against her cheek, his warm body nearly touching hers so she could feel her skin buzz with desire. He smirked down at her in a way that made her beam when she looked up at him, enamoured by that dazzling look in his eyes. He towered over her like the moon, his beautiful face just a little pink, his eyes fluttering close when he leaned down to kiss her a final time. His fingers tangled in her hair, her hands curled into his shirt, clutching his thin waist and forgetting just for a few seconds that they were being filmed until Jared came into the motel room as Sam.

“Guys, I-” Sam stopped at the door with a grimace on his face, shutting the door loudly which broke them apart. She looked down at her legs and licked her lips to taste Jensen’s lips again, but Jensen smirked when he turned dramatically to face Sam. Emphasising that he was in a good mood after ‘fucking’, making it really obvious to Sam that they’d definitely done it, but not saying it out loud.

“Whatcha find, Sammy?” He asked, swiping his thumb across his lip. His fingers collected a phantom layer of her saliva, and he popped it into his mouth, in way too enthusiastically when he took his beer and drank it. Sam continued to cringe and cleared his throat before he stepped towards them, ignoring Dean’s weirdness.

“Uh, anyway,” Sam started awkwardly, trying to brush off Dean’s clear arrogance, “it might not be a dragon after all, just a weird, kinky vamp.” Sam put the Manila folder on the table and Dean sat down, looking up at her with a smirk because she still looked a bit dazed.

This time she cleared her throat, glaring at him when she snatched the file from his hands, “a vamp?” She asked, opening it up and looking at the graphic photos of four dead girls, all pretty young. Her face softened, imagining that while maybe monsters weren’t real, there were different kinds of monsters in real life that did things like this.

The rest of the day, it went on that way.

The sexual tension that seemed acted out, but they all knew was real. It was an unspoken thing amongst everyone because Jensen was far too professional to do anything that gets in the way of his job. He takes it seriously, for the most part. His role as Dean means the world to him and she knows that because of the moments back home when he’d naturally slip into Dean. Either in his voice, mannerisms, or words, he was always falling into the endless beauty of Dean Winchester, loving him similar to—but more purely and more intensely—how the thousands of other people around the world did. Including herself.

Jensen flirted, he was sad, and a million other things as Dean while they wrapped up just part of another scene. The wardrobe was impeccable and she found it adorable and amusing when he stole shirts from the set, bringing them home and reminding her of the great times they had together at work. All of them joking, teasing, taking things sometimes a little too far, but nothing too extreme.

She made her way back to her trailer, eyed her next outfit and the robe on the rack in her little space. She smirked after a few minutes of consideration, removed her clothes and took the ones she’d need next with her, sneaking out to find Jensen who was nearby in his own trailer.

She knocked on his door, looked around anxiously for anyone who could be around while she waited for him to open, which he thankfully did rather quickly. He looked tired, but smiled with a little surprise when he came face to face with her, his eyes trailing down her body.

“Hi, Jay,” she greeted shyly.

“Hey, honey.” He moved out of the way when she made her way in, and continued to stare at her body when he shut the door behind him. She made her way to his sofa, laid her clothes neatly over it and he came up behind her, lifted the robe and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her underwear.

She laughed, looking at him over her shoulder when his hands fell to her hips naturally under the robe. He had his ring back on, she could feel the cold metal against her hip bone, his nearly-soft hands rubbing up and down gently.

“Come to seduce me again?” He asked, kissing the back of her head.

“Me?” She asked, checking him out and noting that he now wore a tight, black t-shirt, jeans that electrified the skin of her legs, and those loud and heavy boots that made him taller. “You’re the one who likes pretending you’re Dean in and out of work,” she teased, replacing his hands with hers to pull her underwear down her legs.

“Fuck,” he murmured, stepping back just to see her a bit more, partially to stop himself from wasting time trying to have sex when they could all easily get off work early by finishing up the scenes as soon as possible. He didn’t really hear her words, his reply simply faded into nothingness when she bent over the couch, her underwear hanging on to her thighs when she parted her legs. “Baby, later,” he swallowed, feeling his body start to warm up, his cock stirring in his jeans.

“Need you,” she pouted, pressing the side of her face against the soft sofa, watching him turn pink. His green eyes darkened and his jaw locked, he gripped her hips, positioning her right where she had to be for him to easily slip in and out of her. He kneaded her ass, trying to talk himself out of doing this, but parting her cheeks to see how slick she was for him. “Please,” she begged, wiggling her hips to encourage him, her cunt clenching around nothing when he bit his bottom lip at the sight of her pussy.

“I said later,” he murmured, striking her ass with an experimental and rough slap. She squealed, tensing up at the sting of his hand on her flesh before it became an arousing bolt of electricity that went to her clit, wetness beginning to pool between her legs all over again. She squeezed her thighs together when the throbbing of her clit nearly became unbearable and his eyebrows shot up, surprised and aroused by how much she clearly liked to be spanked.

“That’s so Dean of you,” she smirked, playing it off casually when it turned her on to see him so immersed in being Dean. She wiggled her ass playfully again and pushed her hips back against his crotch, feeling his grip on her hip tighten before he grunted.

“Sweetheart,” he warned, but she moaned softly at his voice. The sound of him so pathetically fighting against her antics encouraged her to keep talking, to keep teasing him, hoping that maybe he’ll give in.

“Won’t be the first time we have a quickie in the middle of work,” she reminded him with a little grin. He spanked her again, his hand falling on the other side of her ass and she yelped, repeating the same actions as before, a squeeze of her thighs and another teasing little wiggle of her bottom.

“I’d fire you if you worked for me,” he threatened halfheartedly.

“Thank goodness that you’re not my boss then,” she chuckled, shrugging the cotton robe off her shoulders so she was completely naked now. She threw it over her clothes with one hand and groaned in annoyance when he just stared at her face. “Jensen, I swear, if you don’t-”

His hand landed roughly on her ass again to shut her up, the flesh jiggled and turned red, so he gently kneaded it with a smirk on his flushed face. Once again, she squeezed her thighs and cursed softly under her breath, this time glaring at him for interrupting her, hating that he may have discovered something she liked and was now going to start using it against her.

“You’re unbelievable,” he said quietly, starting to unzip his jeans. Her eyebrows rose at the sound and she held her breath, excitedly waiting, looking back at him when he lowered his jeans and boxers, revealing his erect penis. He wrapped his hand around himself before the leaking tip could stain his shirt and she couldn’t stop her little moan, watching him tug gently at his cock to prepare himself for her.

“You’re gonna complain about having sex?” She asked, baiting him. He looked over at her, narrowed eyes taking in her face to see what her intentions were, so with his freehand, he spanked her again. He didn’t wait much longer for her to feel the sting, pressed the soft head of his dick against her slick entrance, sliding in slightly to feel the way she tightened and pulled him into her.

She moaned again, fisting the soft cushions of the couch when he pulled out all the way, choosing to slide the length of his dick through her wet folds. He’d focused on brushing against her clit, enjoying himself for a few moments, watching her squirm and pant while she was bent over the couch he napped on occasionally.

“Mister Later? How about you get started now?” He nearly laughed, frozen by her sudden joke in the middle of pleasing himself. She didn’t seem to find it very funny, observing her mostly pouting lips with her brows pinched together, so he rolled his eyes and easily slipped inside her.

He didn’t plan on letting her off easily, his hand shot down sharply, spanking her again, just to feel how much she liked it when he pushed and pulled his hips. He loved it, groaned at the feeling of her slick walls clamping down on him, warmth gushing around his cock. He lifted his shirt, held it up by tucking his chin against his chest and stared shamelessly at himself disappearing inside her. Her walls stretched around him, making him breathless.

She moaned wantonly, snapping him out of his daze when his cock throbbed inside her as a response. He pushed his softer thoughts out of his mind and focused on her needs and desires for him, quickening his pace, focusing on the way she responded to his speed.

He delighted in the sight of her moving upward with each of his thrusts, didn’t change the pace or the way he pulled nearly all the way out and slammed back into her, pulling gasps and quick whispers of his name from her shaking body. He already knew the answer to his questions, seeing her shut her eyes in ecstasy and hearing her moan into the couch loudly, but he still had to ask.

“That okay?” His thighs smacked loudly against her ass, taking in the soft red handprints that marked the skin of her ass. He felt her quiver around him, elated to feel the effect of his voice, so he leaned over her. He draped himself over her back carefully, his lips brushing against her cheekbone lovingly, his hands right next to hers, holding on nearly as tight as she was to the cushiony surface. “Does that feel good?” He whispered breathlessly into her ear.

“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned, her stomach tightening and flipping excitedly. In this position, he couldn’t pull out as much, opting for rolling his hips against hers which she was clearly enjoying far more. She squirmed under him, mewled and clamped down on him again, making him groan so he could feel his own orgasm approaching quickly.

“Better?” He asked, knowing that the head of his cock was repeatedly brushing against her g-spot. She didn’t answer, just nodded mindlessly while moaning his name loudly. He just knew he shouldn’t stop, so he kept at it. The force of his hips remained the same but his thrusts were much more shallow, bringing her closer and closer to her release. While her breaths got heavier and heavier, his own hitched the tighter she squeezed him in her.

Keeping the same pace, he shifted his weight onto one arm, snaking his hand around the front of her body to draw quick circles on her clit. It was the last bit of pressure she needed before she fell apart beneath him. She let out a strangled moan, squeezed him so tight he felt himself throb and spill inside her while she mumbled little praises for him.

She trembled under his body, his fingers on her clit elongating her orgasm until he’d filled her up with every last drop of his semen, his own body becoming exhausted and heavy. He panted against her ear, felt her slim fingers wrap around his wrist as she relaxed and caught her breath with him.

It must have been uncomfortable for her now in this position, their sweaty skin pressed together, his weight mostly on her. So he pulled out of her lazily, hissing at the feeling of her walls pulsing from sensitivity when he pulled out. He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her body with his and kissed her cheeks, waited a few moments for her to recompose herself.

“Better?” He mumbled, kissing her shoulder. He moved back slightly and pulled his pants up. She turned around on her shaky legs and smiled at him, standing on the tips of her toes to kiss him. Her hands held the sides of his blushing face to pull him down slightly for a kiss, but he leaned down all the way to meet her lips so she didn’t have to stand on her toes.

“Still yes,” she whispered with a smile, giving him a little peck on the lips. He smiled, continued to give her lips small kisses until they both parted to get dressed again and fix themselves for the rest of the day.

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Save Me - Part Two

A Short Story

~ Sometimes, when life seems the brightest, shadows creep in. After announcing their engagement to the world, Jensen's fiancé is kidnapped. With the help of a friend, she tries to fight her way back home to him.~

Jensen Ackles x F!Reader, Dean Winchester (cameos by Misha Collins and OCs)

7,160 Words Total. Part Two: 3,950

Warnings: My kind of Super Angst. Blood. Injury. Kidnapping. It's really sad...

A/N: Written for @jacklesversebingo "No one's coming to save you. Get up!"

PART ONE ~ PART TWO

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Snow was falling from a gray sky. Big flakes landed on his shoulders, dusted his hair, melted on his cheeks. His lips were frozen; his fingers numb.

The cherry of his cigarette fell to the icy sidewalk and he huffed. He fumbled with the lighter and lit back up, pulling at the filter as if he were trying to set his lungs on fire.

Maybe he was. Maybe he wanted to set the hotel on fire, the police station, the entire city.

Jensen tipped his head back and exhaled, sending the smoke to mix with the clouds overhead.

“When did you start smoking again?”

Misha appeared next to him, one hand stuffed in his pocket, the other holding a jacket. He was visibly cold, bouncing a bit for warmth even as he settled next to Jensen.

“I don’t know. When did the world implode? Four days ago?” He licked his lip and then took another drag. “Then.”

Misha shook his head sadly and Jensen rolled his eyes.

He flicked the butt into the street and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Put your coat on at least,” Misha suggested, tapping his shoulder with the jacket.

Jensen looked down at it as if he’d never seen anything like it.

“No.”

Misha sighed. “It’s freezing. You’re gonna get sick.”

“So?”

Not wanting to fight, Misha draped the jacket over Jensen’s shoulders and gave him a friendly squeeze.

“Y/N needs you to be strong. You can’t go off and get pneumonia.”

Jensen turned his head and glared; green eyes narrow and angry. “She doesn’t need me to be strong. She needs me to fucking find her.” His jaw clenched so hard he could feel his pulse beat in his temples. “She needs me to save her.”

Heartbroken, Misha closed his eyes and dropped his head. “I know. But there’s nothing you can do right now.”

Jensen scoffed. “Isn’t there?”

“No. The police are-”

Enraged, defeated, hopeless, Jensen spun away, kicking at the snow and pushing Misha’s care away. “The police aren’t doing shit! It’s been four fucking days!”

“I know…”

“They can’t even figure out who took her. The fucking- the security cameras in the parking garage weren’t fucking working! What the fuck good is that!”

The louder Jensen’s voice grew, the smaller Misha felt. There was nothing he could say, no way to comfort his friend.

Jensen wouldn’t be comforted even if Misha knew how. He wanted to rage at the universe. To put his fist through the brick wall behind him. To drive a truck through the Starbucks across the street. To run away from everyone and everything in this godforsaken city and find her. He had to find her.

A snowflake landed on his nose and he batted it away, slapping himself in the face.

He calmed.

His heart ached.

His voice crackled with tears.

“Odds are,” he whispered, “She’s dead already.”

“Don’t say that.” Misha choked back his own pain and cleared his throat. “The detective said there’s no reason to assume-”

Jensen laughed bitterly. “Forty-eight hours, isn’t that what they say? If you don’t find them in the first forty-eight hours you’re not going to. Or they turn up dead on the side of the road or in a shallow grave behind some psycho’s house.”

“Jensen…”

Green eyes closed to the world.

He was trembling, shaking from the cold and the pain of uncertainty and loss.

“I just…I don’t know what to do.”

They stood there in silence, letting January seep into their bones. There was nothing to say, nothing either of them could do.

It just was what it was.

And it was impossible.

A deep shiver moved through Jensen’s body and he shoved his arms through the jacket sleeves, thankful that Misha was looking out for him and the little things. He was too shattered to care about staying alive. Not right now.

He turned back to his friend and the revolving doors, deciding it was time to go back in and shake away the cold.

Flashing lights pulled his attention to the street and he held his breath as the police car turned into the hotel lot. The world moved in slow motion as the car parked in the nearby handicapped spot and Detective Lassiter hopped out. He held a clear bag in his thick fist and his countenance was heavy. He looked at Jensen and shook his head.

Jensen’s universe cracked. He bit his tongue, needing to feel the pain to keep himself conscious as the detective explained what had happened.

“They’re not asking for a ransom,” he said, speech rushed and emotionless. “Not yet, anyway. But this- this is good.” He handed the bag to Jensen.

Y/N’s diamond engagement ring glistened in the dim gray light.

Jensen closed his fist around it. The platinum prongs dug into his palm. “How?” His voice broke. “How is this good?”

“Means they want something. They’re not just going to kill her and be done. This is the kidnappers opening a line of communication.”

Jensen couldn’t hear him, couldn’t follow his words any longer. His fist tightened and the diamond cut through the thin evidence bag. He squeezed until it hurt, until his skin broke, until he could feel the warm trickle of blood.

A drop fell from his fist and painted the freshly fallen snow.

It was hard to stay awake, hard to think.

The pain was still there, but she couldn’t feel it much anymore. It didn’t feel as intense, as if she were getting used to the constant stabbing and shredding of her insides that accompanied every breath she took.

She couldn’t feel the cold anymore either. Her flesh had simply become part of the concrete, all of her warmth had been drained into the darkness.

In and out of the dreamless sleep of unconsciousness, she lay on the dirty floor, barely able to think let alone move.

“Why you?” she whispered, watching burgundy flannel pace back and forth by the steps.

Dean stopped short, his boots making a dull thud on the floor.

“What?”

She lifted her head, cringed at the hurt that erupted in her shoulder.

“I said, why is it you?”

His forehead creased and he shrugged. “I don’t know. Who else would it be?”

Y/N rubbed her right eye. It was dry and it hurt to blink. She was dehydrated and starving; her body was failing, her mind was slipping.

“It’s just odd, I guess.”

Dean sat on the bottom step, his elbows resting on his knees. “I don’t think it’s that weird. You need someone to talk to, you need someone to help. I’m pretty good at that shit.”

Y/N sighed. “But you don’t exist. I’m just talking to myself.”

“Does it matter?”

“Not really.”

“There should have been way more demon Dean.”

Jensen laughed and shot her a look that would have knocked her over had she not already been sitting down.

The couch cushion between them seemed as wide as an ocean, but neither were ready to swim across.

“You like bad boys, huh?” He licked his lips and watched hers as she answered.

“I guess everybody does at some point,” she said. “But there was something special about Dean as a demon. It was like… he was finally free for a little while. Like he was on vacation. Just hanging out and getting laid-”

Jensen grinned. “And murdering innocent people.”

She dipped her chin and looked up at him flirtatiously. “Is anyone ever truly innocent, Jensen?”

His smile faded and he stared harder. His lips parted slowly. “Are you?”

She blinked, painted lashes fanning over enchanting eyes. “I can be when I need to be.”

Her hand slid across the space between them and she bit her lip, daring him to match her move, begging him to meet her halfway.

He dropped his hand to the cushion, fingers landing a breath away from hers.

“What about right now?” he asked, leaning close.

She could feel the heat pushing off of him, smell the lingering scent of his faded cologne.

“Honestly?” she smirked.

He nodded. “Always.”

Y/N leaned in dangerously close. “I’m not feeling too innocent right now.”

A tentative kiss. The first taste of his lips; the first feel of her skin.

There were footsteps above her head. Someone running; heavy shoes falling on old wooden planks.

Y/N lay on her back and stared up at nothing. There were long beams above her and she wondered what it would take for them to come crashing down and crush her to death.

It wasn’t that she wanted to die, she’d never want that, but she knew it was happening. She could feel her body giving up. Her skin was hot but she shivered. Her blood had dried but the wounds wouldn’t stay closed. Her thoughts were fuzzy and shadows played tricks on her.

She couldn’t tell how long it had been since they’d tossed her down the steps; didn’t know how far from help she was. Time meant nothing. It could have been hours, a month, a week mostly likely. There was no way for her to guess. No windows to help count the sunsets, no ticking clock to pace her breaths to.

Sometimes, she counted her heartbeats just to have something to do, but they were unsteady. Too fast at times and then far too slow. It scared her to pay attention to the erratic pulse of her blood, so she tried to ignore it.

Mostly, she remembered things.

Mostly, she remembered him.

In moments when the pain overwhelmed her and her eyes refused to stop leaking, she would pull up his face, try to remember the placement of every freckle, count each thick eyelash. She could still feel his hands on her skin, smell his breath first thing in the morning. She could taste the salt on his neck after a workout, hear his delicate whispers in the heat of night. But his eyes were fading away. She couldn’t get the shade right in her mind; couldn’t remember what shirt made them darker, what time of day they looked the lightest.

The green was washing away.

Last winter. A break in filming. Sand beneath their feet; ocean breeze filling their lungs.

The sun was so bright it hurt her eyes, but she refused to close them, unwilling to miss one single second of time with him.

He was already burning in the sun; his shoulders tanning, his chest turning red. Every now and then, he’d take off and run into the water, dip below the perfect blue horizon and cool off. She loved those moments the best, when he came back to her dripping and laughing, his hair wet and slicked back behind his jet-fin ears.

He’d always come back to her, always fall down over her, hold himself up on his big arms and let the ocean water dribble down onto her bare stomach. He’d block the sun for a few precious moments, and all she could see was the halo around him and the love in his eyes.

“Y/N…”

She couldn’t open her eyes. They felt so heavy, so dry. It was all so pointless.

“Y/N, wake up, sweetheart.”

Dean was hovering again, crouched down at her side. His giant hand was hovering over her forehead as if checking her temperature like a mother would for her child.

“Don’t- don’t call me that,” she croaked. Her eyes fluttered open and she was met with his worried smile.

“What should I call you then?”

“A cab.”

He laughed softly. “You’re still funny. That’s good.”

“Is it?”

She tried to sit up but her spine felt like gelatin. She tried to speak but her throat was ripped to shreds. She tried to cry but her eyes were dry and nothing came out. Her shoulders shook and she moaned pitifully.

Dean’s jaw clenched, dimples popped above his lip. “You gotta get out of here. You’re not doin’ so well.”

Y/N curled in on herself, knees and shoulders meeting somewhere in the middle. “Go away.”

“No.”

She covered her face.

He shifted onto his knees. “You gotta get up and find a way out.”

“There is no way out. We’ve looked a hundred times.”

He exhaled hard, frustrated and desperate. “You gotta try again. You gotta get out.”

Her eyes fell closed again, her breathing slowed. “He’ll find me. He’ll save me…”

Y/N was still confused when the elevator door opened. Jensen had refused to tell her where they were going or why they were dressed like they were being photographed for GQ.

‘Wear that purple dress,’ he’d said on the phone with no explanation why.

Her hand clasped in his, they stepped out into a large empty ballroom. Floor to ceiling windows looked out on a gray morning; the L.A. smog was thick and hung like rain clouds in the sky.

Jensen led her deep into the room and turned to face her. He was nervous, she could tell. His chewed his bottom lip, rubbed his thumb over her hand quickly, breathed a little too fast.

She laughed gently. “What’s going on?”

He took a big, calming breath.

He licked his lips and smiled.

“Eighteen months ago, we were both here for that HBO after party. You wore this purple dress and I was wearing…” He looked down at his crisp black button down and charcoal slacks. “Well, this.”

She smiled. “I remember. It was the first time we met.”

He swallowed hard and held her hand in both of his. His palms were damp.

“But what you don’t know is that I saw you the very second you walked in.” He bit the corner of his mouth and took a second to collect his racing thoughts. “I was over there by the window talking to Eric and you walked in… It was like the crowd opened up for you. Every head turned; the music stopped.”

“I don’t think it was that much of an entrance,” she laughed.

“It was for me.”

Her heart raced.

“Jen, what’s going on?”

He smiled and bent down to kiss her lips. He held her face in his hands, ran his thumbs lightly over her cheeks. She kissed him back, licking at his plump lips.

“I wanted to do that the moment I saw you,” he whispered.

Her eyes fluttered open and all she saw was green.

“And this…”

He let her go and dropped down onto one knee.

He took her hand.

She held her breath.

“Marry me, Y/N…”

“I need you to calm down.”

Detective Lassiter was tucked behind his messy desk, his beer gut smushed against the edge.

Jensen refused to relax. He paced in front of the man’s desk, his hands rushing through his hair; fists beating at the stale air.

“I can’t fucking calm down, OK!” His face was red and his jaw hurt from holding his tongue for so long. “You people can’t do shit, you know that? It’s been six fucking days.”

“Mr. Ackles, please-”

“No. No. No.” He turned to the detective and slammed his hands down on the desk. He leaned in, close to growling. “You need to save her.”

The older man sat forward. “We are doing everything we can. They’re working on the emails right now. Still hoping there’s traceable DNA on the ring. We will get these bastards. We will find her.”

Jensen closed his eyes, felt a thousand more tears brewing in his chest. He didn’t know how much longer he could go on without having a complete breakdown. There wasn’t enough bourbon in the world to soothe his soul.

Only one thing would do.

Only Y/N.

He was coughing so badly she was sure he was dying. She could hear him from the kitchen, his wet cough rattling above the sound of the screaming kettle.

She poured the boiling water onto the tea bag and grabbed some Tylenol from the cabinet.

The room was dark but the light from his cell phone guided her across the soft carpet.

“Hey…”

He groaned miserably.

“You feelin’ any better?”

He shook his head. “I feel like death.”

Y/N set the mug of tea down on the nightstand and switched on the lamp.

He cringed at the light and shielded his eyes with a forearm over his face.

“You better not die on me, Ackles. I’ve still got plans for you.”

He smiled and sat up a little bit, reaching for the tea. “You can’t get rid of me this easily. Even if it is your fault.”

She gasped in mock offense. “It is not my fault!”

“You got me sick,” he chuckled and took a sip.

“Yeah. You’re right. It was all part of my master plan to steal the Impala from you.” She pressed her fingertips together and gave him an evil grin. “Everything is falling into place.”

He laughed. It triggered a cough and she took the tea from him as his body shook.

“Oh, god, Jen.” Her brow creased with worry and she pressed a cool hand to his cheek. “You’re burning up, baby. I think we should get you to the doctor.”

Jensen shook his head and grabbed her wrist. He closed his eyes and kissed her palm. “Just stay with me, please.”

She smiled and settled in next to him. “They couldn’t pull me away…”

There was screaming coming from above. The words were muffled but the emotion was clear.

They were coming for her.

Y/N lay face down on the floor, her fingertip tracing a crack in the concrete. She was tired, so tired, and cold again. The air touching her skin hurt, the strands of hair that touched her forehead felt like knives.

Dean was standing at the bottom of the stairs, his body locked in a tense defensive pose. He listened to the shouts, eyes narrowed and ears struggling to understand.

“That’s it,” he huffed, spinning around toward Y/N. “You gotta get up. You gotta go. Now.”

Boots pounded above.

Y/N sighed. “It’s fine. He’s coming for me. Jensen is coming. He’ll save me.”

Dean grit his teeth and knelt down beside her. His voice was deep and firm. “Listen to me. You can still fight. You can get up and fight.”

She laughed. “I can’t. Look at me. I’m… I can’t fight. They’ll kill me.”

“Then you go down swinging. You’re not some damsel in distress, Y/N. Get up and fight!”

Gingerly, she rolled over and looked up at him. “Maybe I am. Maybe I just have to lay here and wait for the cops to show up.” She sighed and closed her eyes, waving him away. “I’m tired, Dean.”

The fight upstairs was growing louder, the boots getting closer to the door.

Dean slammed his palms against the floor by her head, making her jolt awake.

“No one is coming to save you. Get up!”

Navy uniforms blurred in his vision. People rushed past the big window, but he stayed put, frozen in the chair beside Lassiter’s desk.

Jensen was in shock; tired and lost. He had barely heard the detective when he explained the situation.

They’d tracked down the kidnappers. The S.W.A.T. team was on their way. Just a few more hours and Y/N would be home.

He just had to wait.

Finally, Dean got her to stand. Her legs were shaky, but her head was clearing. She knew what had to be done.

Behind the staircase was an old, rusted tool box. Inside it, a hammer.

She gripped the wooden handle tight.

Dean urged her to stand in the shadows beside the staircase. He held her gaze, reassuring her every second that she could do this. She could fight her way out. She could run.

The boots above stopped. The kitchen light turned on, illuminating the seams around the door at the top of the stairs.

Y/N steadied her breathing. She bent her knees, planting herself on the spot.

The door creaked loudly as it was pulled open.

Her hand trembled.

Dean nodded reassuringly. “You got this.”

Heavy footsteps bounded down the stairs and a large man appeared, gun in hand.

Y/N’s blood was racing, adrenaline coursing through every cell.

The man turned to the right and Y/N leapt from the left. She lunged forward, swinging the hammer with every bit of strength she had.

She missed his head, striking him in the forearm.

The gun fell.

She pulled her arms back and the claw of the hammer dug into the flesh beneath the man’s chin. He screamed and doubled over, taking the old tool with him.

Y/N stared down at him, eyes wide with shock and terror.

“Now!” Dean clapped his hands, stealing her attention back. “Run!”

She could still feel the warmth of the lights on her face; hear the cheers from the crowd.

Jensen pulled her close and kissed a trail down to her lips. He kissed her forehead, her nose, the top of each cheek. By the time he met her lips, she was laughing into him, so warm, so happy.

His arms folded around her, his beard tickled her cheeks.

She clung to his shirt and sighed.

“I won’t be long,” he whispered. “Just gotta go smile for a thousand photos or so.”

She groaned. “I don’t wanna let go.”

He laughed and squeezed her tight. “Me either.”

The kitchen was bright, the lights burned her eyes. She stumbled into a chair and hit her foot against the island.

Dean was there every step, calling her name, leading her through the worst pain she’d ever experienced.

“You can do this,” he shouted, urging her to move faster. “Just a little farther. Come on!”

She pumped her arms, dodged the sparse furniture in the living room, raced for the front door.

It was locked, bolted and chained.

“Almost there, kid. Almost there.”

She focused hard, willing her fingers to cooperate.

The man shouted from the basement, loud and angry. Dean looked back over his shoulder, and flinched.

“You gotta hurry, Y/N-”

The chain was the hardest part. Her fingers were numb and tingling; she slipped more than once.

Boots thudded on linoleum.

“Come on!”

She wrenched the door open and tumbled out into the cold night air. The moon was full and bright, the sky clear and inky black.

She took a breath and steadied herself; bare feet sinking into the snowy lawn.

Dean was across the street already, silently urging her on with a waving hand and desperate expression.

Flashing lights pulled her gaze away and she smiled. They’d found her.

Sirens blared.

She took a step toward the street.

Dean shouted her name.

She smiled.

A shot rang out and her world fell into darkness.

Jensen collapsed.

His knees hit the ground first, then his hands. His palms scraped against the gravel but the sting was irrelevant.

Someone was touching him, grabbing at his shoulders, trying to help him up, but he shouted and pushed them away. He didn’t want help. He didn’t need comfort. He didn’t want anything.

His chest burned, his heart raged against his ribcage. The earth beneath him opened up, shattered like his soul.

“Jensen…”

He looked up into his own dark eyes. Eyes he’d seen in the mirror for years. Eyes that he’d cried with, laughed with, died with a thousand times.

Dean sighed. A single tear slid down his cheek.

“I’m sorry.”

Jensen closed his eyes and Dean faded into nothingness, swept away by the freezing January wind.

“Keep her safe, Dean,” he whispered. “Stay with her.”

“Always.”

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afro-hispwriter · 1 month

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The French Mistake was a mistake

Dean Winchester/Jensen Ackles x reader

Soulless Sam x reader(brief mention)

Summary- Dean is starting to believe you and him aren't meant to be in any universe

Warnings- 6x15(doesn’t follow it completely), mentions of suicide, mentions of being admitted to a facility, break ups, so much angst, mentions of anna, lisa, and ben, dean is a asshole lowkey(in the situation at least)

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Sam and Dean burst through the window and landed on a blue mat but before they could stand up someones yelled,

"CUT!" Bells rang, clapping, and whole bunch of talking started. The brothers looked around, Balthazar was gone and that's when the confusion started.

"Great solid fall." Someone slapped Deans ass making him jump.

"Jared, Jensen outstanding. That was just great!" Said a old man in a chair and from behind a kid started speaking nonsense.

"Supernatural, scene one, "Echo." Take one, tail slate. Marker." And closed one of those movie boxes.

"So no angels?" Sam says.

"No angels, I think."

"Should we be killing anybody?"

"I don't think so."

"Running?"

"Where?"

Sam and Dean looked at the group of guys sitting around tv screens all talking. Then one yells "Moving on" and lights start turning on.

"Thats a wrap on Jared and Jensen."

"Who the hell are-?"

It went by quick after that. Dean got dragged up to makeup stations and got the makeup he didn't think he had on him. Sam got dragged into an interview he had no idea how to answer.

They met up again, settling on being sent to another universe where they are actors who play Sam and Dean. They walked out of the building and the sight of Baby gave Dean a huge smile. But he watched a guy throw stuff over it and saw a whole bunch of Baby's.

"Im gonna be sick." Dean says and starts to back away.

"We need Cas." Sam says and Dean tries to do some sort of "prayer" but that was short lived when they spotted the man.

That ended up being fake too. Cas' name in this universe was Misha. Misha? They kept walking around the lot until they saw the trailer that said "J. Ackles."

"Thats fake me." Dean says and pointed at himself.

"Yeah."

"This mist be fake mine." They walked in and Dean was instantly in awe. The fish tank and the freaking helicopter. Dean looked around the trailer and noticed a framed picture on a table. It was of fake him and a woman with brownish red hair. Maybe his sister? But the picture looked a little too intimate to be that.

It made him think of you. You left the team after the showdown with Lucifer. But he couldn't blame you. He hurt you, deeply. From Lisa, all the way too Anna. He really did like you but his connection too Anna was too great. And Lisa, Lisa and him are good. He loves her and he loves Ben. But every once in a while his mind would drift off to you, wondering what you were up too.

It was a dick move. Sam called him out on it, as did Bobby and Ellen.

All this thought of you made him want to see if you were in the universe. Sam was typing away on fake his computer.

"Hey Sammy, I want to check something." Dean says and takes the laptop and plops on the couch. He starts typing in your name.

Y/n L/n Supernatural

Pictures of you popped up, along with a description of your character. And again the bottom in the little box there were drop down choices with answers.

Why did Y/n Carter leave Supernatural?

Why did Dean and Y/n break up?

Do Y/n and Sam get together?

That made Deans eyebrows furrow. Why would you and Sam ever get together? But he immediately groaned. When Sam was still soulless he apparently went to go see you, wherever you were. Because apparently Sam and Bobby were the only one to know where you went. He then proceeded to heavily dropped hints that he slept with you. It had taken everything for Dean not to beat up his soulless baby brother.

Y/n Carter must be your name in this universe. Ironic how fake you and real you share the same first name. He clicked on the option that said why you left the show.

It was released that she left the show due to personal reasons but fans speculate it has something to do with her ex of 7 years Jensen Ackles(who plays Dean Winchester aka her love interest), leaving her and marrying a now former mutual friend, Daneel Harris now Daneel Harris-Ackles.

"Holy shit" Dean mumbled, "Im a dick here too."

"Whats wrong?"

"I looked up Y/n, wanted too know what she was up to. Apparently im an asshole here too." He passed the computer to Sam and he started reading.

“At least you’re aware.” Sam mumbled and Dean shot him a look. “Huh seems like you guys broke up in this universe just after dad died in ours and she left the show around the time our Y/n left us."

"You know where she is and wont tell me." Dean says with a slight glare.

"She doesn't want you too know, and for good reasons." Sam says.

"We need to find a way to get back to our universe." Dean says and looks over at the framed picture of fake him and the woman. It gave him a great unease.

After trying to drive fake Baby. Sam and Dean just settled on getting driven to 'Jared's place as they should say. Fake Sam had a huge house, a freaking mansion. Dean noticed a tanning bed and opened it.

"What am I Dracula?" Sam asks and shakes his head. Dean walked over to the large curtains as he heard animals making noises.

"Dude you have a freaking camal in your backyard."

"It's an alpaca, dumbass." A familiar woman's voice made them whip around. A woman at the top of the stairs, wearing a short black dress.

"Ruby?" Dean looks at the woman is shock and she scoffs.

"Gen, who is it?" The next voice that popped up was so sweet but sounded tired. Another woman appeared behind fake Ruby, dean let his eyes trail over her figure before his breath hitched.

"Y/n." He breathed out and took a step forward. He watched you swallow harshly all the way from where he was. You looked so beautiful, beautiful in every universe it seems.

"G-Gen." you shakily said and grabbed her hand. "You said he wasn't going to be here."

"I know honey, I told a certain someone not to let another certain someone into the house even though I thought I didn't have to worry about it." Fake Ruby said all of that while glaring at Sam which made him shrink back.

"I can't be here." You let her go and start to rush down the stairs.

"Y/n wait let me talk to Jared and I'll take you back to your hotel room."

"Y/n." Dean walked towards you as you made it to the bottom of the stairs. "Hey." It had been more than a year since he last saw you, at least the real you.

"Hey? Thats all you had to say after you admitted me to a fucking psych ward!? Dean took a step back and you took a step forward. "Got me written off the rest of 5?" You shoved your finger into his chest "You didn't even bother to visit me!" You shoved him fully this time.

This must have been what the internet was talking about.

“I-I-.” Dean tried to think of something to say but he was blank.

“Oh now you don’t have anything to say. Nothing about this being good for me, that everything is going to go back to normal after I get it. News flash Jensen, nothing worked. Fuck! WHY DIDNT YOU JUST LET ME DIE?” You screamed and shoved him hard making him almost fall back.

“Okay Y/n honey go wait in the car.” Gen grabbed you by your arms and guided you to the door.

“Fuck you Jensen, I wish I never fucking met you.” Gen opened the door for you and the boys watched fake Ruby watch you go to the car. She took in a deep breath before whipping around to the two boys.

“Seriously Jensen, nothing you couldn’t say anything too her? Do you know what this could do to her?” Dean bit his lip and wiped his eye with the back of his hand. “Crying, you’re crying? Jesus I don’t want to see you talking to her outside of work, you’ve ruined my friend for the rest of her life.”

Dean looked down at his shoes in shame and it felt weird too. This wasn’t his life, so why was it affecting him this much?

“And you.” Fake Ruby looks at Sam. “We’ll talk later.” She walks up to him and wraps a hand around his neck and pulls him down to her lips. He didn’t kiss her back, the shock of the whole thing has Sam stumped. She pulled away and let out a disappointed sigh before walking about of the house.

It was quite for a mom between them.

“Sammy we need to go home now.” Dean says, it was so quite Sam almost didn’t catch it. He didn’t sound like Dean.

“Dean, you okay?” He watched his brother bring bath hands up and wipe his eyes before turning around.

“Im going too stop asking you about her from now on.” He says and Sam cocks his head.

“About Y/n? Dean what’s happening in this universe, is nothing compared to what was happening back home.”

“No you don’t understand! This just proved that me and Y/n don’t work, in any universe.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes I do. Fake me left her first another woman after 7 years Sammy. And I left her for a woman who ended up wanting to ruin us. And them I didn’t even try to go after her after you disappeared, like you told me too. Im fucked up Sam, its better this way for her.”

“Dean don’t say that-.”

“Sammy please, let’s just find a way back.”

A/n- if people want it, planning on making more about dean x reader, but the Jensen situation in this one… there is no coming back from that kinf of situation. so no. But I have a big plan for Deans, I really hope people want more and want too know about it😁Feedback appreciated, I will love you forever

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daughterofcain-67 · 7 months

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𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝓇 𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇

Jensen Ackles x female reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You've had a rough three months to say the least. You had a rough breakup, you nearly lost your job, you lost your best friend, and it was like everything was falling apart before one Twitter message changes everything. Now that three months have passed, Jensen decided to come and check on you in your apartment. He had been so busy filming for the first episodes of the upcoming Supernatural season. But he wanted to take the time to see how you're adjusting to this change of pace.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: friends to lovers, initially platonic Jensen, fluff, Jensen being comforting, makeout session, implied smut but no graphic detail. Happy ending.

You were sitting on the couch in your apartment reading a book. It was raining and grey outside, which kind of ruined your plans to go out to the mall on your Saturday. Then again you could never complain about a cozy day in doors to read a good book.

Especially when you needed to get your mind off your breakup.

Your breakup happened about three months ago. You really liked this guy and you could have said you loved him. But that was before you found out that he was cheating on you with your former best friend. Not only was it seven years of friendship with this girl down the drain, but you wasted a year and a half dating a guy that you hoped you would have a future with.

The breakup was messy and heart breaking. You remembered seeing the messages on your boyfriends phone. At first you thought it was just some kind of sick prank. Then you went to your best friend's house and saw them on the couch in the middle of-

Well the point is your heart, and trust, was broken that day. As soon as you walked through those doors, they didn't even stop what they were doing. After that, you slammed the door shut and drove off. Your best friend called you afterward and you two got into a huge fight, then your boyfriend dropped by and you two broke up messily. There was no chance of you two getting back together.

Anyway, when the breakup was over, you didn't know where to go. Not until you got a private message on Twitter from an old high school friend of yours. A guy that you were close to before he started his acting career, beginning as the handsome Eric Brady in Days of Our Lives.

Jensen Ackles.

You remember meeting Jensen for the first time in your theater class and you used to be inseparable in that class. He was there for you when your first boyfriend dumped you for the Prom Queen. Maybe you just had the worst luck with guys.

Jensen made up for it by inviting you to his house, where you made a fort and watched movies until the sun rose the next morning.

You didn't expect to get a message from Twitter because you had assumed he had forgotten all about you. After all, it had been so many years and now he was on some show called Supernatural. The last time you watched him act in anything was in the show Dark Angel.

In essence, the message started as simply as ever. Jensen said that he saw your profile pop up under his recommended follows and he wanted to catch up with you over coffee.

And that was exactly what the two of you did. He was in town for a Supernatural convention and you two decided to meet at a coffee shop close by the hotel he was staying at.

At the cafe, you discussed what things have been like for him these past several years with the different shows he's been involved with and even some movies. You knew that he would become something great, that he was practically born to be an actor and you were happy for him.

You discussed how things weren't exactly so glamorous for you but you didn't exactly go into detail since you didn't want to spoil the mood. You simply said that your job was laying off people and you feared you would be next, your boyfriend cheated on you with your former friend but you spared him details of how messy everything was. Then you revealed that you were kind of at a loss, not totally sure what you should do and you've actually thought about moving away for a change of pace and start brand new.

Jensen encouraged the idea of you starting fresh after something like that. In fact, he knew of a place where you could go. He even knew of a place or two that was even hiring and needed someone of your occupation.

That brings you to your current situation. You've moved out of state and into an apartment that Jensen helped you move into and because of his letter of recommendation for a new job and a good reputation with your previous employer, you were able to get a good job. The pay was even better where you were now as well.

You were more than grateful that Jensen found you on Twitter. Grateful that he helped you find some place to go and start a new life, start fresh with a clean slate. You couldn't believe how much he had helped you.

The sudden crack of lightning broke you from reminiscing over what's happened over the past three months. You realized that you had been mindlessly flipping through the pages of the book you were supposed to be reading and you sighed when you realized that you had to reread the chapter all over again.

As you started to flip the pages back to the beginning of the chapter, you heard a knock on your door. You looked into the direction of the door and you wondered who would be there right now but the all too familiar voice made you grin.

"Delivery for a Y/N L/N!" The voice called and you chuckled before closing your book and setting it down on the coffee table before hopping to your feet and you opened the door.

When the door was opened you saw the short-haired, green-eyed actor. He was holding a plastic bag of takeout and some drinks. The light in the hall made it to where his freckles were showing a little mor prominently than usual.

"Hey! I didn't expect you to come by. Come on in! Make yourself at home." You said and you moved out of the doorway so he could come into the apartment. Then you shut the door behind him.

"I just wanted to stop by and check on you. Plus, I remembered you had a tendency to order takeout on rainy days so I figured you wouldn't be doing much. Jared's little party to kick off the next season for Supernatural got cancelled because of the coming storm." Jensen spoke.

You smiled to yourself. How on earth did he remember a little detail like that?

"Yeah, I still have that tendency. Just didn't get to the ordering takeout part yet. Just been reading." You admitted as you sat next to Jensen.

"I'm glad you were able to come and visit me for a while." You said and you saw a grin appear on his face. The same grin that made your heart throb when you were a teenager. Back when you had the slightest bit of feelings for him before he started his career.

"I wouldn't miss a chance like this. Especially since we've missed out on a lot of time since high school." He said and you grinned a little.

"Well, since you're here and you brought some takeout, why don't we put on a movie or show or something?" You suggested and he nodded at that idea.

So you grabbed the remote next to the book you were reading earlier. When you turned on the tv you started looking for a show for the both of you to enjoy while Jensen picked up the book you were reading.

"So what's this book about?" He asked you.

You glanced over and saw he was opening up the book and looking through it and you blushed a little.

"Ah, it's just a little romance novel. It's called The Healer's Apprentice. It's kind of a Sleeping Beauty retelling." You shrugged and found some random movie that was playing.

"A romance novel. Is it like a dirty book? Y/N I never took you to be that kind of girl." Jensen teased you and nudged playfully as he set the book down and opened the bag of food to dig in.

But you nearly choked on air and shook your head, face becoming hot and your cheeks turned red, "N-No! Not that kind of book at all!"

"Relax! It's not like I'm gonna judge you if you did read that kind of stuff." Jensen chuckled. You swore that every time he laughed his face would light up the room despite the grey clouds outside.

"Okay, whatever." You snickered and rolled your eyes before you opened up the food. Then you looked up and started watching whatever movie was playing. You didn't know much about what was happening since it just kind of started in the middle of the movie and you missed the beginning.

"How are you? Like how are you, really?" Jensen asked calmly. You were a little stunned by the question but you could tell he was being serious with it.

"Honestly? I'm really happy with my job. Thanks for the reference letter by the way. I know I've probably thanked you for that a zillion times along with helping me move out here," You began.

"The pain of the breakup still hurts... It hurts a lot less though. But it's there. When the person you trust for so long stabs you in the back - or two people for that matter - of course the pain is going to be there for a little longer than you'd like it to be." You picked at your food as you thought about that scene yet again.

"But you've really helped a lot. I can't tell you how shocked I was to see you message me on Twitter. I honestly thought you forgot about me over the years."

Jensen looked at you once you let out that last statement. Something flashed in his eyes but you couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was. But then he spoke.

"Y/N I.. I've never forgotten about you. I don't think it was a coincidence that you showed up on my suggested list on Twitter. I didn't when I found your name and that's why I DM'ed you. When I saw your name.. I thought that it could be now or never. Especially when I saw were happened to be in the same area back when I was doing the convention with Jared and the rest of the cast." He said.

You listened to each word and you could tell that he was sincere. There was some sort of softness in his gaze now. Now or never... He was that adamant about messaging you?

"Jensen..." You whispered softly as he set his food down on the table. You tilted your head a little, wondering where this was going. Nonetheless, you set your food down on the coffee table next to his.

He shifted his body to face you a little better. Your heart was starting to race. You swore to yourself that Jensen was just a friend helping you out of a rough patch in your life. But the sincerity in his voice, and the way he made you feel without even trying.

You could hear the thunder in the slight distance, the rain was tapping on your windows practically in tune with your heart's fast rate. He placed his hand on the couch within the space between you both., causing you to look down at it. You slowly inched your hand towards his own and he laced his fingers with yours.

"I've really missed you... A lot actually." You heard him whisper. You glanced up and him and noticed his gaze was fixed on your interlocked fingers.

"Then… show me how much you’ve missed me.” You managed to speak.

He looked up at you, prolonging the eye contact for a few moments before you realized that he was slowly starting to get closer. You notice his eyes flickered to your lips for a moment before back into your eyes, causing your insides to summersault.

Yet he seemed to be hesitant.

“I’m not kidding.” You reassured in a hushed tone and he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth.

Then he leaned further in, closing the gap between the two of you.

The moment you felt the warmth of his lips colliding with your own, you melted into him. You eyes fluttered shut and you kissed him back.

Time stood still for both of you. The movie long forgotten as well as the takeout. All that you could hear was the continued tapping of the rain on your window growing harder as the storm continued. And here you were in your living room with the man that was quickly stealing your heart out of what felt like nowhere.

You felt him tilt his head a little to deepen your kiss and his hand move from being locked with your fingers, to resting on the back of your neck. His touch was so calming as both of you seemed to kiss with the rhythm of the rain.

You lifted one of your hands and carefully touched his cheek. You could feel him begin to pull away and when he did, he rested his forehead against your own. You slowly moved to where you straddled his lap and he looked up at you.

Jensen placed his hands on your thighs, your arms looped around his shoulders. Both of you looked at each other and there was so much you wanted to say to each other. Somehow, what you wanted to say was mutually understood, yet there were no words spoken between the two of you.

This time you were the one that leaned in and your lips met his. The kiss was a little more passionate this time. It was a sweet kind of passion, something that somehow felt long awaited. You knew he wanted the same thing you did, you knew that he wanted more. He was right that it couldn't be a coincidence. This must've been meant to be. It was exhilarating to take a chance like this.

Jensen moved to where your back was hitting the cushions of the couch. You wrapped your legs around his waist and you could feel his hips against yours. His hands began to roam and you could feel one of them go beneath your shirt. His hand felt warm against the bare skin of your side as things began to escalate.

Some time passed and the two of you made it from the living room couch to your bedroom. Both of you were under the sheets trying to regain your breath. You looked at Jensen. His hair was messed up and out of place, his shirtless chest heaving with each breath up until he finally got his breathing back to normal and you snickered.

He looked at you and he smiled before he moved to lay on his side. You shifted to face him and he moved a strand of hair away from your face.

"Why do I get the feeling you wanted to do that for a while?" You asked with a light chuckle and a grin. He smiled as he pulled you close to his chest and you rested against him.

"Honestly? It's been more than a while." He replied, whispering before he leaned down and kissed the top of your head. But you couldn't help but to wonder.

"How long is more than a while?" You asked softly.

"Since before your first boyfriend. Since the time we build that fort when you and that boyfriend broke up. But then I went to start my career." He began and you listened, "Not taking a shot with you when I had the chance was the only regret I've ever had."

You lifted your head and looked up at him, you met his eyes and they looked so entrancing in that moment.

"Now that you've had your chance, what will you do?"

You saw the look of uncertainty in Jensen's eyes and you knew that when two people sleep together, the dynamic changes. It wasn't always for the better.

You moved to where you were leaning up on an elbow and you smiled softly at him, "Hey, nothing bad will change between us. Like you said... now or never, right?" Then you leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"So why not choose now?"

Jensen smiled at the question and he leaned down and let his nose brush against yours in a little eskimo kiss. "I'll choose it only if you do too."

You couldn't help but smile and you placed a gentle hand behind his neck. "Without hesitation." You promised.

Jensen grinned at you before he kissed you again before he started to place soft kisses on your cheek and down your neck.

"You up for another round?" He asked and you laughed as he started to hover over you.

You knew that moving here was for the better. You were happier than you had ever been. And you know that this man would continue to make you happy and you knew that in a way, he would be the cause of your happily ever after.

He'd be the one by your side. You knew it for sure. And you were glad that both of you chose to be together now before you'd lose the chance.

Thank you so much for reading and thank you to my followers for your supports! I hope all of you are well! Wishing you all the best! Each one of you are amazing and deserve the world!

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 1 year

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Midnight Snuggles

Summary - You have a rough week and let down your hopeful boyfriend after he flew across the country to see you, but he surprises you with exactly what you need.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x reader

Warnings - implied smut, fluff (is that a warning?)

Word Count: 704

Masterlist

You had been missing your boyfriend terribly for the past few weeks while he has been stuck in Vancouver filming as your favourite Winchester, so generally, him slipping into your shared bed at midnight would be a dream come true. Except you had only just managed to fall asleep after a stressful week at work.

“Hey baby missed you so much,” he murmured into your neck as he slipped into bed behind you. You could feel his bare legs and back against your own as he snuggled up closer. You just sighed in response, slightly annoyed at being woken up so soon after dozing off. Obviously taking your sigh as one of pleasure rather than annoyance, your oblivious boyfriend continued leaving soft kisses over your neck and ear in search of your pressure point.

“Jens…I missed you too. But please not tonight,” you groaned as you reached around to push him off you. Clearly hurt and concerned by your reaction he spun you around to face him.

“What happened? Are you sick, hurt … did I do something wrong?” he asked concern filling his voice as his emerald eyes searched yours for any signs of pain.

“I’m just tired … big week … work kicked my ass,” you mumbled pecking the corner of your boyfriend's frowning lips.

“Sorry to hear that, beautiful. Com’ere,” he said as he laid back and opened his arms for you to snuggle into him. You didn’t have to be told twice. You snuggled into his warm embrace and rested your head on his bare pec, sighing contently. He ran his hand up your back comfortingly and kissed the top of your head.

“I’m sorry, I know you wanted more than this. I mean you caught the red-eye for a reason…” you mumbled into his chest. You could feel him tense up under you.

“Hey, hey, hey…I didn’t come home just for sex, sweetheart. I came home to spend time with you."

“But…”

He softly tilted your chin to force your eyes to meet his. “Sweetheart, listen to me. I love you, and I love spending time with you in any way possible. Is sex with you beyond mind-blowing? Of course, but I can wait. I never want you to feel pressured into doing anything you don’t want to with me. As long as I can have you in my arms, I’ll be a very happy man. And besides, we’ll both have more energy in the morning anyway.” He smirked, “right now though, just let me hold you and let’s get some sleep. We’ve both had a big week.”

“I love you so much, Jensen. Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, sweetheart. I love you too, so much. Now get some sleep.” He kissed your head softly as you snuggled back into the warm body you’d missed so much. You kissed his chest as you closed your eyes.

Jensen stayed awake a little longer, rubbing your back and admiring your sleepy figure until sleep finally took over.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Your eyes fluttered open as the golden rays streamed over you through the window, as you stretched your muscles you expected to feel your boyfriend’s body beneath you. Instead, all you found were cold sheets. You frowned to yourself figuring your sleep-deprived brain must’ve dreamt up the wonderful night until you heard a noisy clatter from downstairs. You sat up quickly at the reassurance that it was all real, a smile taking over your features.

Just as you were about to get out of bed the door swung open revealing your green-eyed lover carrying a tray complete with two coffee cups, a stack of pancakes, whipped cream and maple syrup.

“Good morning beautiful,” he said as he approached your bed, setting the tray down in front of you before climbing in beside you.

“I should be the one serving you breakfast in bed after last night,” you said. He wrapped his arm around you pulling you into him as he kissed your forehead.

“How about you just let me have you for dessert?” he smirked. “I think that can be arranged, handsome,” you said reaching for your mug to get breakfast over and done with, more excited for the second course.

#supernatural #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles #jensen ackles x y/n #jensen ackles fic #jensen ackles imagine #jensen ackles fluff #dean winchester #supernatural fic #spn

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 months

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Bring Me Back

Summary: When a panic attack hits Y/N hard, the boys know just what to do.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: TW panic attacks, symptoms of panic attacks, fear and worry, brief discussion of therapy and medications.

Pairings: No romantic pairing. Jensen Ackles x teen!reader, Jared Padalecki x teen!reader

Word Count: 1,268

A/N: I got a request from the dear @kayyay1219

...Maybe if the reader is a teenager and she’s having a lot of panic attacks and she’s at work one day shooting Supernatural and Jared and Jensen walk in and she’s having a panic attack. Then they help her by calming her down, calling her sweet nicknames... ... If it’s not too late to request something in my request, can you have the reader have a huge panic attack to the point she gets sick and Jensen and Jared take care of her?

I so apologize that this request took me SO long to get out. But I hope you enjoy it anyway. ❤️

A/N 2: As always, this story is about a Jensen and Jared from a different part of the multiverse and doesn't reflect anything to do with their real life. This is a complete and utter work of fiction. 😊

The beautiful dividers below and at the bottom were created by @saradika

“Jensen, can I talk to you?” The make-up artist, Alicia, stuck her head into the wardrobe trailer where Jensen was laughing with Jacob, one of the set costumers as he shrugged into Dean’s green and brown flannel. He looked into the mirror and caught Alicia's eye.

“Sure, Al. I'll be there right away.”

But Alicia shook her head. “No, I think, I think you need to come now.”

Jensen turned quickly to face her. “What's wrong?”

“It's Y/N.”

Jensen didn’t say anything more, just walked briskly to the door. His long legs brought him to the hair and makeup trailer quickly. He took the stairs in one big step and pulled open the door.

Inside the trailer, Dani, their onset stylist, was standing over Y/N and patting her shoulder.

“It's okay, sweetie, it's okay.”

Jensen felt his heart leap at the scene in front of him. Y/N sat in the makeup chair, leaning back, her face was pale, a sheen of sweat covering her brow and tears streaming down her face. She was gasping, her breathing rapid and shallow. Her hands were locked onto the arms of the chair in a vice-like grip.

Jensen walked closer and she turned to look at him. “Jensen,” she panted, “Jensen, please, please help me. I’m…I think I’m dying. I can’t breathe.”

Dani continued to pat her shoulder and Y/N smacked her hand away. “Get off me!” She yelled, terror suffusing her face. She sat forward in the chair and kept trying to suck in enough air. She was rubbing her chest when suddenly she pitched further forward and threw up on the floor in front of the chair.

Looking back at Jensen, she pleaded with him again, her voice hoarse and desperate. “Jensen, please, something is wrong, really wrong this time, I know it.”

Jensen moved towards her and spoke to Alicia over his shoulder. “Grab a towel?” She quickly pulled down a small white hair towel from the shelves behind her and tossed it to him.

Dani stepped out of the way as Jensen stooped to wipe up the mess on the floor, before tossing it all into the sink. Dani had grabbed a bottle of water and passed it to Jensen and then moved away to wash out the towel and toss it in the laundry.

Jensen opened the bottle and then passed it to Y/N moving to stand in front of her chair. He got down on his haunches just as Jared ripped open the door and pushed inside.

“What’s happening? He asked, frantic worry on his face.

With the two giants now crowding the small trailer, Alicia grabbed Dani’s hand and pulled her towards the door. “We’ll wait outside. Let us know if you need anything.”

Jared waited for the women to leave before walking closer to his best friend and their young castmate.

“Another panic attack?” Jared asked, sadness replacing some of the worry.

Jensen nodded but Y/N was shaking her head. “No, no! It isn’t this time. This is real, I’m really gonna die.” She clutched at her chest and spoke in a rasp. “I can’t breathe.”

Y/N began to hyperventilate and Jensen took the water away from her; she was shaking too much to drink. “I’m gonna pass out. I’m not gonna wake up.”

Jensen reached forward and gently pried Y/N's fingers from where they clutched the padded arm of the chair. Then he scooped her up and carried her over to the small window at the back of the trailer. He opened it, letting a soft breeze roll in, bringing the fresh scent of grass and earth into the trailer. He pulled over a chair and sat under the window.

He looked at Jared and nodded towards the sink. “Get a wet cloth.”

“Yeah.” Jared said, knowing the drill as well as Jensen by now.

Jensen settled Y/N so she was comfortable in his lap. He held her close, but didn’t restrain her in any way. He knew it would get so much worse if she felt trapped. He just wanted her to feel safe. When Jared came back, he began washing her clammy face with the cold, wet cloth.

Jensen was breathing deeply. “Breathe for me, baby. Just in and out, in and out. Good girl.” He said as she tried to copy his deep breaths. Jensen looked into her eyes, pulling her frantic gaze to his. “Listen to my words, okay? What you're feeling, it’s not real; the panic, the feeling that you’re going to stop breathing, it’s only that, just a feeling. You are here, with us. Nothing is going to harm you, you have nothing to be afraid of, do you hear me?”

Y/N nodded disjointedly as she listened to Jensen’s familiar words. It wasn’t the first time he’d told her these things and she struggled to remember that he’d been right every other time; she fought to remind her brain that she was safe with Jensen and Jared right beside her.

Jensen began to talk to her about mundane, everyday things - his ride into set that morning, silly, funny things his kids had done over the weekend, things that made her let out little bursts of laughter and pulled her further back from the edge. Eventually she took her bottle of water back and began to sip at it.

Jared wet the cloth two or three more times, coming back to wipe her forehead and cheeks, as well as down her arms. He held the cold cloth to the pulse points in her wrists, and the sensation seemed to clear away most of the cobwebs that still crowded her mind. She began to take part in the conversation instead of just listening and occasionally laughing.

She slowly came back to herself, her breathing returning to normal and her temperature dropping. Her stomach stopped aching and her muscles relaxed. As Jared talked to her about the new puppy they had living at their place, Y/N felt the last of her panic fall away.

“You should come see him next weekend.”

She sat up in Jensen’s lap, slightly embarrassed now that everything felt normal again. “I’d like that.” She said to Jared. Then she shook her head. “I’m sorry guys, and I need to tell Dani I’m sorry too.”

“Uh uh.” Jensen said with a kiss to her forehead. “No apologies, remember? And Dani’s fine. She gets it, sweetheart. We all do. So no saying ‘I’m sorry.’ Okay?”

She nodded. “Okay, then I’ll just say thank you.”

Jared leaned in to give her a stubbly kiss on the cheek. “Anytime, kiddo. But you’re gonna talk to your therapist on Thursday right? Make sure you tell her you’ve had two panic attacks in the last two weeks. She may want to change the dosage of your meds, or increase your appointments with her for a little while, until you work through whatever has brought the attacks back on.”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, I’ll talk to her about it.” She hugged Jensen first and then Jared, before she stood up. “I’m gonna go for a walk, wanna come?”

The boys stood up and each offered her an arm. She smiled as she slipped an arm into each of theirs. They all laughed as they tried to file out of the hair and makeup trailer without unlinking arms.

Y/N didn’t want to let go of the twin pillars who kept her standing, kept her protected, and just like their heroic characters, would always bring her back. Always.

Jensen RPF and Any/All Characters: @lyarr24 @lacilou @deans-spinster-witch @globetrotter28 @suckitands33 @akshi8278 @evznackles @jackles010378 @impala67rollingthroughtown @krazykelly @candy-coated-misery0731 @envyaurora95 @spnwoman @deans-baby-momma

Any/All Fics Regardless of Character or Fandom: @kazsrm67 @slut-for-evans-stan @sexyvixen7 @nancymcl @waywardcheshire

Everything Incl. Fan Edits: @k-slla @leigh70 @eevvvaa @kickingitwithkirk @foxyjwls007 @notinthislife50 @roseblue373 @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @avanatural @mrsjenniferwinchester @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @deangirl92 @hobby27

#jensen ackles #jared padalecki #jensen x teen!reader #jared x teen!reader #platonic relationships #tw: panic attack

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deanwinchesterswitch · 28 days

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March 2024 Monthly Fic Recs

I had a great time reading this month. This is a nice full list with lots of variety and some new-to-me authors.

If you like rain or thunderstorms, this is a good list to check out.

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~Big Sky~

Don't Walk Away ~ @marvelfanfn2187a113. Author's Summary: you walk in on your dad crying, and try to comfort him (Beau Arlen & daughter!reader)

~Justified~

A Night in Miami ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: Time together was short, but Raylan couldn’t let her go without saying what he wanted to say. Just not necessarily with words.

~MCU~

Hello ~ @cockslutpadalecki. Author's Summary: You’ve given up on love. That is until a stranger walks up to you in a bar, and starts off a chain of events even you couldn’t dream up. (Steve x F!Reader)

Rain ~ @waiting4inspiration. Author's Summary: You love it when there’s rain and love standing out in open, but Steve doesn’t want you to end up sick so he gives you his jacket when he notices that you’re cold

Thunder Struck ~ @str-spangled-banner. Author's Summary: None (Bucky x Female Reader)

Thunderstorm Singing ~ @buckystories. Author's Summary: It turns out your ex-assassin boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, is afraid of thunderstorms. You help to comfort him with fluff, cuddling and singing.

~RPF~

Begging For It ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Tell me about... the hair swipe; Jensen Ackles x Reader)

Family Style ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jensen Ackles x Female Reader)

It'll Do ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jensen Ackles x Female Reader)

Sunday Morning ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jensen Ackles x Female Reader)

Worthwhile ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jensen Ackles x Female Reader)

~Supernatural~

A Little Wild ~ @rizlowwritessortof. Author's Summary: A middle-of-the-night thunderstorm helps release those pent-up feelings - pretty much just an excuse for Dean smut…

But God, at what cost? ~ @my-proof-is-you. Author's Summary: Dean helping you get through your cardio workout

Concern ~ @thatonewriter15. Author's Summary: Maybe she can hide her feelings for Dean, but she can’t hide her (mild) injury from him.

Ebb & Flow ~ @cleighwrites. Author's Summary: While on vacation in an quintessential beach house, you take advantage of a little alone time. The brothers return when a storm hits its stride; everything gets wet.

His Doll ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Dean comes back from a hunt in a mood and Y/N is the only thing that will help him relax.

Imagine…Getting trapped in a storm with Dean ~ @luci-in-trenchcoats. Author's Summary: None

Laissez Les Bons Temp Rouler ~ @thoughtslikeaminefield. Author's Summary: He’s got a dirty mouth when he’s drunk. (Dean Winchester x You (female))

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author’s Summary: None (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x Reader)

Not Your Fault ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Something is in the air and your boss takes notice… (Dean Smith x F!Reader)

November Rain ~ @covered-byroses. Author's Summary: Dean’s too late.

Say It, Again... ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

Ten and Two ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

The Bad Days ~ @littlemissfix-itfic. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x Reader)

Too Close To Gone Masterlist ~ @jawritter. Author's Summary: Dean’s been gone for a year. You have been gone from the Bunker for just about as long. When you finally get the guts to go back “home” after leaving, someone you never thought you’d see again stumbles into your life, and now you have to figure out how to move on with a constant reminder of what you’ve lost following you around in the flesh.

We're All Irish Tonight ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Dean has been pining for Y/N for months now, and he thinks tonight might be the night things finally get going…

~Ten Inch Hero~

The Miracle Man ~ @zepskies. Author's Summary: The first time you met Priestly was both the worst and best night of your life. He gave you a Miracle.

~Triple Frontier~

Welcome to the Meal ~ @navybrat817. Author's Summary: Will's hungry, but not for food.

~You~

Who We're Pretending To Be ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Joe finds himself getting too close to one of his grad students and he fights the urge to fall completely.

~On Patreon~

Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

Sweet Little Lies ~ Author’s Summary: It’s funny how one little white lie can spiral so out of control that the beginning seems eons ago and the end is nowhere in sight.

thinkinghardhardlythinking

Close to Home-Parts 8 and 9 ~ Author’s Summary: Y/N and Dean are neighbours, and friends. The thing is Dean is a ladies’ man and she has always known it, if he wasn’t, maybe he’d be the ideal guy…but his eye for the ladies, how well they work as friends, as well as the fact that he’d never even think of her that way, all means that they are meant to be just neighbours and friends. Doesn’t it?

#monthly fic recs #fabulous writers #dw's witch reads #march 2024 #040124

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sara78 · 1 year

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Family don't end in blood - chapter 7

Summary: Things finally seem to look up for Y/N and she's looking forward to the little break from filming, she's closing in on the first semester and life is just good, but an unexpected appearance threatens to break down everything she's worked on the past months...

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x foster!daughter reader

Word count: very close to 5,000

Warnings: mentions of abuse, protective!Jensen, angst, so much angst, nightmares, Danneel is honestly the only sane person here

Transcription - Y/M/L - your mother language, Y/H/C - your home country

A/N: This is where things start to build up...

You were finally settling into the routine, the filming, school work, life in general. You finally found balance in your everyday life, and you can definitely thank Jensen for helping you with everything that came up along the way.

You were excitedly counting down the days until you get to go back to Austin and be there for the twins' birthday. You haven't been that excited about something in a long time.

But as of now, you, Jensen, Jared, and Misha are walking to get some lunch. Of course, Jared was being Jared and pulled yet another prank on Misha. And of course, taking in the fact how serious y'all are, Richard got sick and tired of y'alls bullshit and sent you to have some lunch and cool off before continuing with filming, for sake of his as much as yours.

"You are a monster!" Misha exclaimed, Jared laughing,

"I can't believe that what, 12 years later, you still fall for his stupid pranks," Jensen said, all three of you giggling as Misha groaned,

"I just might ask craft and supplies to buy me some popcorn for next time, cause you guys are my favorite movie to watch," you laughed, Jensen's phone ringing,

"Oh, it's Dee. Get me some steak and salad, kiddo. I'll catch up with you guys."

"I'm so gonna put something spicy in his meal," Jared giggled evily,

"Jared Tristan Padalecki woke up and chose violence," you said, Misha rolling his eyes,

"That's his default setting, kid," he stated, Jared nudging his arm playfully,

"Oh I love you too," Jared stated, taking his phone out, "I gotta check in with Gen. I'll take my meal when I make it. You keep a seat for me, kid," he said, ruffling your hair and drifting away as well,

"I'll just drop by and give Sarah my trench coat so that she can wash it up since this is not presentable anymore," Misha said, "Keep me a seat too! Preferably as far from Jared as possible," he called out from the distance, making you giggle as you showed him a thumbs-up, leaving to get some food.

While you were walking to the catering, you pulled your phone out to read over all the texts your friend, well, more sister, sent you. The time zones are kind of messing with your friendship but oh well, it's not like she's a night owl anyways, so you get to text very often. You caught up with all the texts from her and swapped to discord, where you had a group of close friends you'd study with whenever you needed company.

As you were walking you bumped into something, or someone. You immediately turned around after bumping into whatever it was, wanting to apologize for being a clumsy idiot if it was a person you bumped into.

But when you lifted your eyes up from the phone, you froze.

"Watch your steps, whore," a voice called you out, making you gulp. You swore you felt all will to live drained from your body and soul right there and now, as you stared at the person you'd never expect to see here. You were speechless, hands shaking as they put the phone back into your pocket. The person smiled at you evily, making your blood run cold, "Awww, what's the matter? Are you scared of your own mom?" you clenched your jaw, all the anger accumulating in you slowly but surely.

If she left from set without a bloody nose she should consider herself lucky. Everything was coming down but you still didn't know what to do. Do you attack, talk back, run away?

"Since when do you speak English? You don't even speak Y/M/L properly."

"I want to show you that everything is possible. Even me learning this filthy language," she began, "To prove you that you could have done exactly the same. You could have studied and become a scientist in Russia and-"

"Did you seriously travel for more than 30 hours just to tell me all of that shit over again?" you asked, huffing a laugh, "I can't believe this. You're still living in the past. I'm done," you pointed out, "I'm done being a puppet you control. I'm done being a punching bag you take all of your anger out on. I'm done being your daughter. I'm done being related to you. For all I know, I shouldn't be talking to a stranger."

"Drop the bullshit, bitch," she spat out,

"No, I'm not gonna drop it. I've had it up to here with you," you said, gesturing, "I'm done being manipulated and controlled, I'm done being beaten and hurt and called out. I don't deserve what you've done to me. You brought me into this world only to blame me for everything that has ever happened and to make me into this robot you control. I'm not supposed to be what you want me to be. I'm supposed to build my own future and make my own choices, whether right or wrong."

"I see you're still blind," she responded, "Me controlling you? How can you stay blind after all these years? I'm giving you a future!"

"A future?" you huffed, "This is my future. For the next few months, this is my future. My future is to finish high school, to make my own choices and be my own person. My future is to heal from everything you've fed me with. But then, you don't know of the term mental health, so you wouldn't know what I'm talking about."

"Stop being a bitch or I make you shut that filthy mouth of yours," she said, taking a step towards you, making you take a step back as you flinched,

"Yeah, that's how you deal with everything. Beat Y/N up. That's the only card you know how to play."

"You little blind bitch. I'm trying to secure your future, to make you successful!"

"And I can't do that by myself, in a branch I choose? I can't be a successful actress, or a video game designer, or a mathematician or a musician? It has to be medicine, biology, whatever the fuck the thing is on your mind? You are not doing anything but wanting to make me into this super famous person so you can show off to others how smart your daughter is. That same daughter you beat behind closed doors. Have you ever bragged about that? How gentle of a mother you are?"

"KIDDO!" Dean Winchester's voice in full swing echoed in the air and you felt a stone rolling off your heart as you saw him run towards you. He immediately grabbed you for your arm and pulled you aside. Though it was rough, it wasn't meant for hurting you, but for quickly moving you back behind him, where you were safe and out of reach for your mother,

"Oh great. The old fuck."

"Who the hell are you?" Jensen asked,

"Oh, you don't know!" your mother exclaimed, taking a step back. You grabbed at Jensen's flannel and pulled him three steps back with you. Jensen looked you in the eye and you must have had such a scared expression that he immediately dropped the attention on your mother and immediately turned to you,

"Kiddo, who is that?"

"My-my mother," you breathed, feeling your chest tighten up, "She's-she's my mother."

It took Jensen one swift motion to pick you up and settle you on his hip, same way Dean did to your character numerous of times before,

"You're safe. As long as my arms are around you, you're safe. I promise," he whispered.

You couldn't do much but lean your head against his shoulder as you tried to take deep breaths and not go into a panic attack,

"I want you to leave," Jensen spoke up, turning to face your mother, "You have no business being here. Go your own way."

"Oh, but she is my business," your mother spoke up. You shook your head and Jensen squeezed you tighter,

"Oh, look how gentle and soft you are with her. That's how you raise a whiny bastard. My methods haven't worked quite well, unfortunately, as she's still a whiny little bitch."

"Yeah, when you beat your daughter up with whatever comes to hand she craves for a soft touch, something that won't hurt her," he responded,

"What I was doing was raising a strong independent woman. Now, only thing I have left is to kick that bitchy attitude out of her and make her into a scientist so she can finally contribute to this family and be useful for once."

"Oh no, you're not coming near her," Jensen shook his head, "You aren't taking her anywhere."

"Oh sweetie, that's not your decision to make. Besides, I have no problem showing you a few moves I've used on her. I'm sure she'll obey after she revises them with me."

"No," you spoke up, Jensen still holding you tightly, "You're not going to hurt him."

"You be a grown-up and talk to your mother!" she exclaimed. You looked at Jensen, nodding. He gulped, letting you down but tightly holding you, your back pressing against his chest, "Now, about the parenting preferences. Don't you have three kids of your own? You should start using some belt on them if you want them to grow up strong and independent."

"Oh you don't tell me how to raise my children," Jensen growled, "I'm never going to hurt my kids. Whatever they do, I'd never hurt them."

"Oh, you're making a big mistake."

"Yeah, whatever makes you sleep better at night," he responded, "Children cannot in any way be responsible for whatever is happening in your life. Yes, they might break a glass, shatter a window, spill milk, crack their head open, but they are never doing things on purpose and when mistakes happen, you talk to them. You don't 'cure it' with a belt."

"Please, as far as I can tell, Y/N's grateful for my parenting preferences. Right?" you gulped,

"What's going on here?" Misha's voice rang, your mom groaning,

"You fuckers don't know what manners are, do you?" she asked, turning around to face Misha, "Don't interrupt a lady when she talks," Misha looked at her and Jensen was fast to drop on his knees and turn you to face him. You heard Misha talk back but all you were focused on was Jensen,

"Kiddo, hey, you're safe," he told you and you nod, "She's not gonna come near you. Did she hit you?" you shook your head, "You sure?" you nod, "Okay, that's good. How did she find you?"

"I-I don't know. I bumped into her when-when I was walking to-to get food," you stammered,

"Okay, we'll take care of it. Do you trust me?" you nod, "Good. Now, I'm here, and so is Mish, Jared will stumble up here as well. You're safe. We won't let her get you. Okay?" you nod again and he stood up, both returning to the pose you had before Misha showed up.

You could now tell Misha was in a heated argument with your mother.

"STOP!" Jensen exclaimed, Misha moving to stand right next to you. It seemed like he realized who she was and he took a protective pose in front of you as well.

"You know what, I should have hit you harder," your mother spoke, Misha gulping as he looked down to you for a second before looking back up,

"Yeah, mother of the year right here people!" he shot back,

"She's a sixteen year old child. She's got all the rights to be loved and to want a hug and to feel safe. Every single person, no matter their age, should be granted as much."

"She can't even do the right thing to save her life! That's where your gentle parenting bullshit leads. Now, I'm sure she's pretty useless here. Might as well hand it back to me."

"She's not an it," Jensen growled,

"Yeah!" Jared's voice rang and you turned around just in time for him to voluntarily pick you up and settle you on his hip, "She's our kid! So you might as well drop whatever plans you have with her because you'll have to walk over our dead bodies to get her."

"Wow," your mother huffed, "So despearate in need of a dad, you found three! But you never once cared about me, did you? I had to be alone for my entire life because of you! You drove your father away and I never got to be loved!"

"I was never responsible for anything that happened between you two," you yelled out, "Why didn't you abort me if he already didn't want me and you knew he was going to kick you out?"

"Well, I figured to make up for it by making you into a successful scientist and then we can go to him and-"

"So that is your brilliant plan? Rub it in? Do you understand that he has a wife and a daughter he loves. He doesn't care about you or me. And I'm sorry you went through that, but you had options and you chose to give birth to me. I had nothing to do with you and him. I was born and instead of being loved, I was all these years used as a puppet in your master plan of rubbing it in to him."

"What is it that you want?" Misha asked, obviously missing some context,

"Well, that idiot there is coming with me or she's going to suffer."

"I ain't letting her go," Jared spoke up, "So you might as well cross that off your to-do list and reschedule it for never."

"You've got a chance to fix all this," your mother warned you, "I won't beat you hard too."

"No," you spoke, "I'm happy where I'm standing right now and I'm not coming with you."

"Well, you had your choice. I can't wait to see you suffer," she responded, "The exact same way you made me suffer."

"She made you suffer? Because she wants to live her own life, make her own decisions? Or is it because she wants to be loved and cared for?"

"Don't you want what's best for your child?" she countered,

"We all do," Jared said, "But your definition of best seems to drift off from ours."

"We want our children to have a good life. But we don't dictate them," Jensen began, "We don't plan it all out for them. We let them be kids, let them play, learn, enjoy life, fuck up and slam against the wall and help them get back up. They are never going to have a plan they so blindly have to follow. What you wanted to do to Y/N, it's not fair. It's inhumane."

"Why won't you shut that ugly mouth of yours or I make you," she threatened, huffing, "No wonder you fit so well. Shit goes with more shit."

"You keep them out of your dirty mouth," you growled, "You wanna trash talk about me? Do it. Make the whole universe hear how bad of a daughter I am. But you don't dare talk about them like that. You don't know them."

"Oh, and you do? They'll just use you to get popular and then throw you out. That's when it'll hit you and you'll beg to come back," her mother began, "But I won't take you in then. You have one chance, and it's now."

"No."

Your mother gasped, fully not expecting the answer even though she's been given the same answer multiple times,

"W-What?"

"I said no," you repeated, "I told you I'm done. I'm not coming with you. This is where I stand, and I like it here. I'm done with you and your plans for me, for revenge on my father. It's over," you said, "We were getting lunch, guys," you spoke, the three nodding and walking away, brushing past your mother, but not without resistance. She jumped at you, presumably, but Jensen was in the way and had no problem grabbing her and pulling her away while Jared moved quickly, still holding you in his arms and Misha bolted, probably for security.

"You are not," he began, locking arms around her, her long nails scratching his skin, "Going to," he picked her up, "Come near my kid," he took a step back, "Ever again." he growled in her ear, dragging the two of them away, "You wanna make her suffer?" Jensen asked, letting her mother go and she immediately maintained a safe distance from him, "Huh? You wanna make a little kid suffer?" he repeated, your mother bolting to attack him again, long nails managing to get to his face before he grabbed her wrists, "Bad idea. Cause if you touch her, you have a lot of people breathing on your neck. And I am the first one," he said, going into her face. Only thing your mother could do is hysterically scream into Jensen's face until the security showed up and they dragged her away.

As soon as she's being dragged away, Jensen is running to you and Jared and you caught Misha with the corner of your eye. You couldn't be fooled, as all three had terrified expressions on their face,

"She's okay," Jared spoke up as soon as Jensen was within arms length. He took you from Jared's arms and hugged you tightly. You couldn't do much but return the hug and let both of you calm down from your high.

"How did she get through the security?" Misha spoke up,

"She-She probably paid her way in," you responded, going to hug Misha and then Jared, "I'm sorry for causing a scene."

"There's nothing to apologize for, munckhin," Jared shook his head as he squeezed you tightly, giving you one of his famous moose hugs,

"I scared you. All three of you," you responded, looking back at Jensen, "And she hurt you too."

"What's important is that she didn't hurt you," Jensen responded, smiling weakly for you, "Don't apologize. You didn't pick your mother."

"But still-"

"Don't," Misha shook his head, "We're all okay. And Jensen's right. What matters is that you're not hurt."

"What in the ever-loving fuck happened?!" Richard exclaimed as he walked up to you,

"My mother somehow managed to break through the security."

"She's fucking mental!" he exclaimed, "Are you guys okay?"

"More or less," Jensen responded,

"Oh man, get someone to clean that up," Rich frowned, "Listen, if she broke through the security that means we have a rat somewhere around."

"I'll fire the current security and ask Cliff to make me a list of most trusted ones," Jensen said, "I'll set it all up."

"But until that's set up, we're taking a break," Richard said, "I gotta look around people here too. I don't know who she might be working with. I'll need time."

"Guys, really, you don't have to-"

"All of our safety is compromised with that mental bitch loose. Yes, she'll be held for 72 hours or something, and yes we'll press charges, but whatever is the outcome, I have to go through all these people. I have to work with people I know are safe. I don't want insane parents breaking into the set and murders happening, and neither do Jensen and Danneel."

"But we'll fall back with filming," you pointed out,

"We'll be fine. Filming is postponed until February 1st. We have a few episode waiting for production. I order y'all to go home and take a break. You heard me kiddie?" you nod, looking down, not expecting Richard to come up and hug you, "Hey, I'm not mad at you. I can't be mad at you. She's the mental idiot, not you. I'm just glad you're safe."

"Thanks," you whispered, returning the hug,

"Don't thank me. Now go home, all of you."

The first thing Jensen did as he opened the door to his trailer was lead you to the couch and grab a bottle of water sitting on the counter, handing it to you. You took it quietly, your head bowing down.

"Kiddo," he whispered, crouching in front of you, "Kiddo, look at me," he tried but you shook your head.

How can I look at you? I put you in danger. I shouldn't be here.

"Kiddo, this isn't on you."

You gulped.

Of course he knew what's going on in your head. Of course he knew you'd be blaming yourself. And you still couldn't wrap your head around the fact that nobody is blaming you.

But then, they might be as well lying to you.

"We're going back to Austin," he stated and you shook your head,

"I'm not going."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not," you began, finally looking up, "She's going to be out in 72 hours. She's coming after me. Save yourself and go. I'll find a place here and keep quiet until we return to film."

"No," Jensen shook his head, "You're coming with me. You're way safer in Austin than here. Either we both go or we both stay."

"Jensen-"

"No," he said sternly, "I'm not leaving you here."

"Jensen, you heard her. Are you seriously willing to sacrifice the safety of your family just for one person?"

"Yes," he responded, taking you back with it, "Cliff is in Austin. I'll ask him to watch over our place."

"Jensen you don't know her and the lengths she's ready to go. Just let her have her way with me and she'll be gone when she's done."

"Not knowing how far she can go is the exact thing I'm scared of," he pointed out, "You're coming. We're gonna keep you safe, and we'll have fun and think of how to get rid of her, besides suing her."

"I don't want to sue her," you spoke up, Jensen now confused, "I just want her to go back to Y/H/C as soon as possible. Besides, she's most likely not going to show up at the court anyways."

"Okay, but Chaos Machine is suing her, so she'll have some problems up her ass," Jensen said, "Now, we'll go home and pack. We need time to figure things out and if nothing, I'll feel better if all my kids are within arms reach."

"And that's exactly what I meant when I said I don't want to come. I want you to be safe. I want them to be safe. Jensen, I can't afford to be close to you now."

"She can be the queen of England and I still wouldn't give a flying fuck. She's not going to hurt me, nor you nor anyone."

"Y-You can't promise me that, Jense."

"You're scared of her," Jensen sighed, "Which is completely okay. But you're forgetting something. That is, you have me. You have Jared, Misha, you have Dee and little ones back in Austin. We're not going to let her win, kiddo."

"She will win. I know she will. Jense, she has ways and mind twisted like no one else. How far she's ready to go to make someone suffer..."

"Well she isn't counting on you having us and she sure as hell doesn't know I'd go even further to protect you, so she can stick it up where the Sun shines," Jensen said, kissing your temple, "Let's just pack up and go home."

12 hours later

When you step out of the car you are greeted by Danneel's arms wrapping around you to give you a hug. Your brain is such a wreck that you don't even flinch. You just return the hug numbly, everything in your head just too much to handle. Jensen gets a hug as well and you follow the two to the living room where they sit you down.

"Honey, you're safe here. She's not going to come near you again," Danneel tried to assure you,

"I shouldn't be here," you whispered, "I should go to a motel or something. I'm putting you in danger. How can you not see?" you asked, looking up with tears in your eyes, "I don't want to put you in danger. I don't want to put the kids in danger. Why aren't you getting rid of me?"

"Because you're family," Danneel responded, "No matter what she does, we'll go through it together."

"I shouldn't have left you alone," Jensen murmured, totally out of the current conversation,

"No," you spoke up, standing up to go after him after he began walking up and down the room, grabbing his hand and stopping him to look at you, "You don't do that. You don't blame yourself. It's not your fault she's insane."

"It's neither of yours fault," Danneel corrected you as she approached you, "So stop blaming yourselves. She's her own person, she has her own brain with questionable thoughts in it and you cannot in any way make her do anything because she's calling the shots. Now you," she turned to Jensen, grabbing his other hand, "I know you'd probably wipe Y/N from her mother's memories if you'd had the chance to, but you can't. So don't blame yourself for something that you didn't see coming. You can't see into the future. And you," she turned to you, "You're just a child and you're not at fault for having a crazy mother. So don't eat yourself over what happened and don't think about what's to come either. Whatever happens has its own reasons why and we'll go through it together, like a family. Now, I think a nice, warm bath will help you relax. What do you think?" you nod,

"Thanks," you whispered, looking at Jensen who wore the famous 'Dean feels guilty for something he had no control over' face. You shook his hand and he looked down at you, "It's okay."

When you're done with your bath, Danneel was waiting for you with a cup of hot cocoa,

"Here's something to warm up a little before going to sleep."

"I can't sleep."

"I know. I think Jensen's right there with you," she responded, opening the door to their bedroom where Jensen was seated against the headboard, playing with the blanket over him, "How about you two have some alone time and in the morning you'll fill me up?" she said and Jensen nod, taking your hand in his and sitting you down next to him,

"Thanks honey," he whispered, Danneel smiling as she leaned down to kiss his lips,

"Don't thank me," she smiled, planting a kiss to your temple as well before walking away and closing the door behind her.

The two of you sat in pure silence. You didn't know what to say, what could you possibly say to make this whole situation better. You knew Jensen wasn't going to get rid of you, and as much as you appreciated it, part of you really wanted to go and keep him and his family safe.

And Jensen obviously had problems forming sentences since all he did was hug you tightly. And you'd lie if you said you didn't need it. Everything he did the past 24 hours, he and Jared and Misha. You didn't think a loving touch could make all the worst things hurt a little less.

You didn't even realize you were crying until Jensen shushed you gently, assuring you that it's okay to cry. You were so unaware of your own body, surroundings, everything. This all put you back to square one, at the bottom of the hill again. You didn't know how were you going to climb up to the top this time. You didn't think you had energy in you.

"That's what that feeling was," he murmured, "Like you felt her coming, but you didn't know it was her."

"I wish I knew," you responded, sniffling, "I-I wish I knew so I could have avoided her. I'm scared."

"I know, and that's completely okay. We'll keep you safe. She won't get you."

The very next thing you know is you're jumping awake from a nightmare, panting and sweating.

"Kiddo, you're safe," Jensen spoke up, making you whip your head around and gasp at the scars on his face, "You're safe."

"She-she hurt you," you breathed, "No."

"Kiddo, you gotta breathe," Jensen tried, getting ahold of your shoulders, "Look me in the eye and follow my breathing. In. Out."

After a few minutes you came down from your high, still staring at Jensen,

"What was it about?"

"She... She hurt you," you breathed, tears welling up in your eyes, "She-she hit you. Same way she hit me. And-and I was there but I-I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything."

"Shit kiddo," Jensen breathed, "I'm safe. I'm okay. She didn't hurt me. It was just a bad dream. I promise I'm fine. Okay?" you nod, looking down, "Here, drink some water," he handed you the bottle and you gladly took it, downing the content in record time, "You need to take it easy these next few days, okay? No school or anything. You have to put yourself first."

"How do I do that?" you breathed,

"We'll do it together. We still have a few days before the twins birthday. We'll help Dee set it all up and we'll do a lot of movie nights and play and talk. Okay?" you nod, "I think the kids are up. Wanna go say hi to your favorite Ackles?" you smiled,

"Sure."

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Breathe Free Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Dean x Reader, Dean x You

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Sick!Reader, Hospitals, Kissing, fluff

Word Count: 5873

One Shot - Two Parts

Thank you all for the continued support! Additional Notes: Still hanging in there, long covid is a bitch, but it does improve. More or less. I am SO happy with myself that I've finished a story! Even a little self-indulgent two parter. As always, thank you all! Your kind words and encouragement have really helped me. Love you guys :)

Masterlist (Part One)

Hospitals were noisy places. Filled with squeaking wheels, scuffling shoes, and code calls. The ICU was worse with its beeping monitors and hissing ventilators. The constant stream of nurses and doctors talking in hushed concern about things like hypoxia and bradypnea and other terrifying medical babble.

This wasn’t the first time Dean sat beside someone he cared about while they lingered between life and death. He was a hunter; it came with the gig. Broken bones and bullet holes. The waiting and the worrying were pure hell, and he would know. It was the reason he was so quick to put himself in the line of fire. Not just to save a life, but to spare himself the agony of the wait. Minutes that ticked by endlessly, ratcheting up the uncertainty. Underscoring just how powerless he was.

Never did it cross his mind that illness would snatch you away from him. That you would simply get sick, like a normal person. Pneumonia could be dangerous for anyone, but for someone with asthma, it could be deadly.

You were sedated for three days while the ventilator breathed for you and gave your body a chance to rest and heal. The doctors assured him that it was standard procedure, but damn was it intense. Dean had never seen you look so fragile. So pale. You looked as if you could slip away at any moment, the only thing keeping you tethered to the Earthly realm were the wires and tubes attached to your body.

Dean took your hand. He wondered about your soul. Were you here with him? Watching from somewhere nearby? Or were you negotiating with a reaper? Would you bargain for more time, or would you choose heaven? A soul like yours was guaranteed a ticket to the penthouse.

It was in times like this that he cursed his profession. What good was a lifetime’s worth of supernatural knowledge if he couldn’t use it to save you? God knows he tried. He tried every trick in the book, in the end it was Sam who talked sense into him.

“She doesn’t need you to sell your soul Dean! She just needs you. Be there, hold her hand, tell her it’s going to be okay. Let her know she isn’t alone.”

Sammy was right, as he usually was. The nurses said you’d shown enough improvement that they were taking you off the ventilator today. As much as Dean wanted to believe it, he was cautious in his optimism.

He was so wrapped up in his own worry that he didn’t notice your fingers shifting against his palm. Your eyelids fluttered, then went still. It was so slight, that Dean thought he’d imagined it.

He desperately searched your face and held his breath. God please…

“Y/N?”

A few seconds later you did it again, this time you gave his hand a proper squeeze and Dean felt like his heart was going to burst.

He squeezed back, his other hand coming up to brush your cheek, “Y/N… baby, can you hear me?”

After several tries, you finally managed to open your eyes fully. Exhausted, you looked around the room. When your gaze landed on Dean, he smiled. You tried to say his name and when you couldn’t, you panicked! Choking on the tube shoved down your throat, your eyes went wide.

“Hey! It’s okay! You’re in the hospital, Sweetheart. Just stay calm. We’ll get that tube out, let me go get the nurse.”

He stood and your grip became desperate. And strong. Incredibly strong. Tears trickled from the corners of your eyes as you tried to convey your thoughts. You were wide awake, and you needed him. Relief washed over him; no reapers would come knocking today.

“Okay, okay. Shh…” he sat beside you and pressed a kiss to your forehead while his free hand hit the call button. “I’ve got you; I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

Sam was walking down the corridor towards the ICU rooms with two large coffees balanced in one hand. You were only allowed one visitor at a time, so he and Dean took turns. Although, Dean always came back early. And he begged the nurses to let him stay past visiting hours. Sam got the impression they felt sorry for him, but knowing Dean, he would have found a way around the rules one way or another.

When Sam saw his brother in the hallway, he quickened his pace. He was leaning against the wall, bent at the waist with his hands braced on his knees.

“Dean? What happened? What’s going on?”

Dean raised his head, sniffling back emotion, “She’s awake. They’re... ah… they’re taking out that tube.”

Sam caught the glossy sheen in Dean’s eyes. He clapped a hand on his shoulder, “That’s fantastic. Dean, that’s great.”

Dean nodded and pulled Sam into a brief, tight hug then released him and took a coffee.

“Good thing you talked me out of selling my soul, huh?’

You weren’t really sleeping when Sam and Dean walked into your new room in the regular section of the hospital. But every muscle in your body was so taxed that even keeping your eyes open was an effort. There was an oxygen mask covering your nose and mouth, but it was far more comfortable than that damn ventilator tube. You were cold too, but that was part of being in a hospital. It was all so familiar and disheartening.

The squeak of the door prompted you to open your heavy eyes and you smiled. The Winchesters were there, a welcome contrast of denim and flannel against the sterile hospital décor. They had arms filled with gifts; balloons, books, a bag of watermelon Jolly Ranchers, and the biggest arrangement of flowers you’d ever seen. Dozens of roses, hydrangeas, and snapdragons.

“Flowers.”

Your voice was a raspy whisper behind the mask, but it still made Dean beam brightly.

“Hell yeah, Sammy and I bought out every white flower they had.” He set the massive vase down on the table. “They’re your favorite, right?”

You nodded, tracing a finger over the edge of one perfect bloom. You had a late-night debate with him eons ago about how white couldn’t be your favorite color because it wasn’t really a color. It’s a shade. Technically, it was a sum of all possible colors. Hence, the debate.

Sam pulled out a stuffed a huge, stuffed moose from behind his back. It was impossibly soft with floppy antlers and was wearing one of his flannel shirts tied in place with a white velvet bow.

You laughed, “Aww! A… Win..chester of… my own.”

Sam’s throat got tight as the halting cadence of your words. Even with the oxygen, you were out of breath. He leaned down and hugged you. Normally, he would squeeze you tight and lift you off your feet just to make you giggle like a kid sister. Today, he was careful. Mindful of the electrodes and wires and of how fragile you felt in his arms.

“You’ve already got two Winchesters,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “Add him to your collection.”

Your eyes were drooping, even after just a few minutes your energy was completely depleted. You let your head fall back against the pillow with a tired smile, “Thank you… Sammy.”

“We should get out of here, let you sleep,” he replied, catching his brother’s attention.

“Yeah,” Dean gave a reluctant nod. “If you’re lucky, we’ll smuggle in one of those triple thick strawberry-kiwi shakes you like.”

You grabbed hold of his hand again and tugged. It was so much effort to talk, you hope he got the message.

A wordless look passed between the brothers and Sam took his cue, leaving the two of you alone. You tried to focus on your breathing and on the warmth of Dean’s hand holding yours. It took every bit of strength you had to stay awake, but it was so important. You couldn’t let him leave, not yet.

Dean wiped away the single tear that slid down your cheek. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”

“I… I’m… s… sorry.”

He soothed back your hair, “Sorry for what?”

“Should have… gone… to… th… the doctor.”

“No, hey, don’t worry about any of that.”

“Scared… you.”

Dean cupped your face with his large palm, “Listen to me. I don’t want you to think about any of that stuff, okay? It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is you getting better. That’s all I care about.”

You nodded; your eyes shuttered to half-mast. “Tired.”

He let out a chuckle and ran a hand over his five o’clock shadow, “I’ll bet you are.”

You shook your head and pointed at him. When he tilted his head in confusion, you patted the mattress beside you.

He was exhausted. It was etched in every line on his beautiful face. His green eyes, the ones you had loved since you first looked into them were bloodshot. His strong shoulders slumped under the strain of recent events. Dean had been by your side for days, even after taking care of you back at the bunker. It was a testament to his impressive stamina and force of will that he was still standing.

Without a word, he turned down the lights, kicked off his boots and climbed into the narrow bed. It should have been uncomfortable, given his size, but he gently arranged it so that you were partly settled on his chest. Your weary body melted into the warmth he provided as his arms wrapped around you. You were both slipped into a dreamless sleep without any effort at all.

Three Weeks Later: You were in the hospital eight days in total, three of them in the ICU. When they finally released you, it was with a whole list of stipulations and guidelines. Breathing exercises. An oxygen tank for times when your levels dipped below a certain level. Antibiotics the size of horse tranquilizers and updated rescue inhalers. It was intense, but still preferable to staying one more night in the hospital.

It was Sam alone who picked you up on your release date. You were disappointed, but not surprised. Dean was gone when you woke the morning after the two of you shared your hospital bed. He texted you every day but only came back to visit you once when he and Sam dropped off some of your clothes.

It was okay, it really was.

You understood. You’d scared him big time. Frankly, you were still so sick that all you did was sleep anyway. But when you were home and days passed with still no contact, you worried. God bless Sam, he was right there every step of the way. He drove you to therapy and helped you come up with a strength building regiment. He kept you company and offered insight to his missing brother.

“Give him some time, Y/N. He’ll come around. You know how he gets.”

And so, you did. Sam’s words offered solace, but they didn’t make up for the fact that you missed that salty, pain in the ass. Somehow, the fact that Dean was just down the hall made you all the more lonely for him. But you were determined to respect his need for privacy. After everything that happened, you owed him that at the very least.

When you were in the kitchen a few days later making one of Sam’s health smoothies, the last thing you expected was to hear Dean’s voice.

“Tell me you’re not gonna drink that.”

You smiled but didn’t turn. “Of course not. I haven’t added the spirulina or wheat germ yet.”

You heard him mutter something about pond scum under his breath while he rummaged through the fridge.

“I’ve got enough for two,” you teased. “Should I get you a glass?”

“Too bad your stay in the VIP suite didn’t improve your sense of humor, smartass.”

You turned around and grinned at him. God, he looked incredible! Maybe it was not seeing him for a month, but he was a sight! Dark jeans on bowed legs. That red and black flannel shirt that somehow made him seem even broader. Especially when he crossed his arms across his chest. Like he was doing right now. And glowering at you! Ridiculous man! You’d been busy recuperating from serious illness, and he looked like he wanted to reprimand you for leaving wet towels on the floor. It might have pissed you off, if you weren’t so pleased to see him.

So, you laughed.

His expression went from sexy and grumpy to utterly baffled. “Why are you laughing?”

You shook your head with a goofy grin and answered honestly, “I’m just happy to see you.”

He cautiously smiled back, “Yeah?’

“Yeah.”

“Huh. Well in that case, you wanna get out of here? I was thinking of going for a drive.”

Your heart felt light, “I’ll get my coat.”

Dean wasn’t sure how he was going to do it, but he knew he had to. Even if it killed him, and it just might. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d made the hard choice. Break a heart, save a life. He may as well get it tattooed on his ass. At this point it was more of a life motto than saving people, hunting things. He glanced over at you gazing happily out the window and he tried to burn the image into his memory. Beautiful. Hands down the most beautiful girl he’d ever met. Even after he’d ignored you for weeks and pushed you off on his baby brother, you laughed and forgave him.

You looked just like you always had, maybe a bit thinner from your time in the hospital. But Sammy had been adamant about those smoothies of his. Nutrient dense. They tasted like absolute ass, but they certainly seemed to help you get your color back. Your hair was shiny and bouncy, he loved it when it was bouncy like that. Cascading over your shoulders and framing your face. It looked so soft and smelled like peaches when you tossed it back. Your eyes were bright and glowed with good health. Looking at you now, it was hard to believe you’d been on a ventilator only a few weeks ago.

“Hey, you wanna get out and walk for a bit?” You asked, pointing out one of your favorite state parks ahead.

“Sure. You bring your scarf?”

“Obviously,” you replied, pulling out the length of soft, white fabric from your bag.

It was still a bit chilly out, but all the snow had been cleared from the paths and only an inch or so remained around the trees. Dean kept shooting glances your way, checking for signs of distress as the two of you walked along.

“I’m not going to keel over, you know.”

Dean shoved his hands into the pockets of his black jacket. “You need to be careful in the cold air, it’s no good for you.”

“True, but walking is very good for me. It helps build stamina.”

He didn’t reply to that and the two of you walked along in silence until you really couldn’t take it anymore.

“It’s ridiculous, you know? Me, having to rebuild stamina. I was in the best shape of my life; I could run up ten flights of stairs and still chop the head off a vamp no problem. Now I have to stop halfway through a beginner’s yoga class.”

“Almost dying does that.”

There was venom in his voice, but the fear was too. Evidently, he hadn’t worked through it as much as you’d hoped.

“Is that why you’re kicking me out? Because I almost died?”

Dean stopped and turned to you, but he kept his eyes downcast. “Y/N…”

“Its really not fair. You’ve almost died several times and I still keep you around.” You tried to keep your tone light, but it was difficult with the tears threatening.

“It’s not funny,” his eyes were getting red as he recalled the terrifying night he carried you into the E.R. “You stopped breathing. Your fucking heart stopped!”

You knew this part. After Dean closed himself off from you, you asked Sam to give you all the details. Full cardiac arrest from a severe asthma attack, brought on by complications from pneumonia. It had taken the doctors a while to stabilize you, but when they did you were so weak, they weren’t sure you were going to pull through. Sam had a hard time talking about, even though you were sitting there alive and well in front of him. That night shook them both to the core.

You brought your hand up to cup Dean’s cheek, “I’m so sorry.”

He closed his eyes briefly, letting the warmth of your touch comfort him. “Why didn’t you tell me? All this time… a fucking two year long pandemic… Covid is a respiratory virus! What if…”

You hurt him. Far more than you’d realized. And you hated yourself for it. This was going to take much more than a simple reassurance to work through.

“Can we sit?”

He led you to a park bench, “We should head back to the car, it’s too cold for you.”

“I’m okay, Dean,” you grabbed his hands, “I really, really am. And I’m sorry. I didn’t deliberately keep it from you, I just didn’t think about it. I know it’s hard to fathom, but I’ve lived with it my whole life. The things I do to minimize my risk are second nature to me now. And I haven’t had an attack in years.”

“This wasn’t my first trip to the ICU; I spent my childhood in and out of hospitals. Mom was very protective. The doctors had her so scared that she didn’t let me do much. No sports, no sleepovers, no camping trips. She even moved us to Glenwood Springs because of it.”

“Like Doc Holliday.”

You rolled your eyes out of habit. Every time you mentioned your home, Dean spewed every bit of old west trivia he knew. Which, you had to admit, was extensive. Last time you were there he insisted on visiting the Doc Holliday museum, he even had you take his picture with gambler’s gun.

Then: “Nice place,” Dean said, scanning the neatly maintained garden beds and brick walkways.

“Yeah, it is. Remember, this is just a quick stop so I can pick up some stuff. Don’t do what you normally do.”

“What are you talking about?”

You ran a nervous hand through your hair and straightened your denim jacket, “That charming rogue routine you do whenever there’s a woman in front of you.”

His grin turned cocky, “Sweetheart, that’s just me. Can’t help it if the ladies love it.”

You brushed a piece of lint off his shoulder with an impatient huff, “Rein it in, cowboy.”

Before you could ring the bell, the front door swung open and revealed a woman who would have passed for your twin in her youth. Tanned, with a bright white smile and silver bangles stacked on both arms.

“Baby girl!”

“Hi Momma,” you managed to say while she squeezed you tight.

Your mother drew back and quickly scrutinized your appearance, “You taking care of yourself? Regular appointments? Feeling good?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

That radiant smile was back, “Good girl! And this tall drink of water must be that friend you told me about.”

“Yes, this is Dean Winchester. Dean, this is my mom, Beverly.”

True to form, he turned up the charm to eleven. “No way I’m gonna believe you are Y/N’s mother, you must be her sister.”

“And you are the smoothest liar I’ve had on my doorstep,” Bev said, slipped her arm through Dean’s with a wink, “But please, don’t stop. Why don’t we go out back and have coffee? Y/N, I made that peach pie you’re so fond of!”

“I love pie!” Dean gave you an infuriating grin over your mother’s head as the two of them sailed into the house together.

Three hours later, you had endured the torture of baby pictures and embarrassing stories from your adolescence. While Dean supplied plenty of his own anecdotes of you getting lost in the grocery store and getting locked out of the motel room in only your underwear. Luckily, the pie helped keep your mood from going sour.

“Okay, I’m going to head up and grab those boxes.”

“Lift with your legs, Baby girl.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” you replied, disappearing through the sliding glass door.

Bev’s jovial mood turned serious as soon as her daughter was out of earshot. “Okay, Winchester, shoot me straight. How is my daughter?”

Dean blinked in surprise, “I’m sorry?”

“I may not be hip to everything going on, but I can feel the pair of you dancing around something big. I’m not going stick my nose in, Y/N isn’t talking about it, and I respect that. But I’m a mom and that girl is my whole life, so tell me… is she okay? Do I need to worry about her? About you?”

Dean weighed his words carefully, “Y/N is… amazing. She’s smart and strong. She has the biggest vocabulary of anyone I’ve ever known, and she loves to show it off. Even when she shouldn’t. But she knows how to handle herself. She kicks ass.”

The corner of Bev’s mouth quirked, “It runs in the family.”

“I can see that.”

She leaned back in her chair and studied him, “You seem like a decent man, the sort who keeps his word. That being the case, I have a favor to ask. Keep an eye on my girl for me.”

“Already done,” was his quick reply.

Bev shook her head, “It’s not the dangers of the world I’m talking about. I’m talking about looking after her when she’s not looking after herself. Y/N… has a lot of life to live and when she gets busy… she just doesn’t see how far gone she is until she falls flat on her face.”

Dean leaned forward, elbows on knees, “You’ve got my word, Bev. I’ll never let her fall.”

Now: “I like your mom,” Dean looked down at his boots. “She made me promise to look after you.”

“You never told me that.”

“I got the impression she didn’t want me to. Thought maybe she had a mother’s intuition about you getting into the hunting business. Guess she was talking about something else.”

You let your gaze drift over to the lake in the distance, half thawed already. It would be an early spring this year. A sign of hope for the future.

“We got in this huge fight when I was nineteen. I wanted to move out, go to college, see the world. I missed out on so much as a sick kid, but I survived it. I worked hard to strengthen my lungs and build up stamina. I followed every doctor’s order to the letter so that I could actually live my life like a normal person… and it worked, but when the time came, I still didn’t have her support. I was so pissed! I packed a bag and left in the middle of the night.”

“How’d that go over?”

“I hadn’t yet mastered the art of covering my tracks. Plus, she was dating the sheriff. I was back home twenty-four hours later.”

Dean snorted, “Amateur.”

“Mom and I came to an agreement after that. I stay local, stay in communication, and keep doing everything my doctors ask and in return, she would stop focusing on my condition like it was a death sentence.” You shrugged, “Things were better after that.”

“Your mom is awesome, I’m glad she supports you…. You’re lucky, Y/N.”

Dean took your hand, surprising you. His fingers linked with yours, rubbing his thumb over yours. Then he frowned, his brows drew down over his eyes in worry. Like a black cloud had settled over his heart.

“Y/N…”

You knew what he wanted to say, you could feel it. You could see it in his eyes whenever he dared to look at you. The sorrow. All you wanted to do was save him from it. From himself.

“It’s amazing how much we still don’t know about how the human body works,” you blurted out, making him blink in confusion.

“What?”

“Being sedated, for example. Medical experts still aren’t sure why some people retain a certain level of consciousness and others remember nothing. When I was seven, I was in the hospital for a month, my mother read The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe to me even though I wasn’t awake. When I came out of it, I remembered the whole thing.”

You could see the realization slowly register in his beautiful eyes. If you heard your mother, you must have heard him.

Then: It was cold in your room. You hated being cold, it was one of your main complaints about the bunker. You cranked the thermostat, took boiling hot showers, and frequently stole clothes from both Winchesters. Although, you seemed to favor Dean’s over his brother’s. A fact he griped about, but secretly liked. He liked knowing that you felt at home enough to make yourself comfortable. If you were comfortable, maybe you would stay.

Dean brought your favorite blanket and tucked it around you, careful of the machines and wires. “There you go, Sweetheart. Just like home.”

He sat in the stiff chair beside your bed and studied your peaceful face. He tried to think of you as an enchanted princess. Sleeping Beauty, just waiting for the right prince to swing by and break the curse. Unlikely in his world. Still… it was easier than the truth.

He might have been able to fool himself for a while if it weren’t for that breathing tube.

“Actually, that’s a lie... this place is nothing like home. Home has all the amenities, right? I’ll bet this state-of-the-art medical facility doesn’t even have a firing range. Or a dungeon!”

“Course, it wasn’t always so awesome. A lot of spiders when we first moved in. Plus, Sammy and I added our personal touches to make it more comfortable. That mini fridge in the library, totally my idea. It really pulled the room together, you know?”

He chuckled a little at his Big Lebowski reference, disheartened when the only response was the hiss of the ventilator.

He reached over and gently combed his fingers through your hair. Your skin was cool to the touch since your fever broke in the night. That had to be a good sign, right?

“I’ve got a confession, but you gotta promise not to tell Sam, okay? I never really wanted to live in the bunker full time. Not at first. Don’t get me wrong, I liked it! It was our personal Batcave! But Batman… he doesn’t live in the Batcave. The Batcave is for work only. And that was my plan. Work in the bunker as a base of operations but live like we always did. On the road.”

Dean’s hand moved to yours, toying with your fingers. You had such elegant hands. You never wore jewelry, just like you never wore make-up. You didn’t have a closet full of clothes. You wore things of nice quality, but you didn’t have lots of them. Only what you needed. Same with everything else, you didn’t do fussy or extravagant. But it wasn’t because you liked to keep things simple, it was because you were focused on living your life, not adorning it.

He liked that about you. You were straightforward and up for anything. You never hesitated to jump right in. You were quick on your feet and quick with your wit. You came up with better cover stories than he or Sam ever did. Your contributions to the team were welcome and seamless, almost from the start.

With anyone else, your eagerness might have come across as a need to prove yourself. But you didn’t seem to be afflicted in that way. You knew your worth. You were confident. And that rubbed off on everyone you came in contact with. Cops, sheriffs, coroners, witnesses, victims. All of them responded to you in ways that were remarkable. Your presence calmed them. Dean too.

“The longer we stayed in the bunker, the more obvious it became that life on the road was never gonna be like it was before. Sammy loved it, and I never could deny that kid anything. But for me…. I dunno. It took a while. I even slept in Baby those first few nights. Eventually, I picked out a room, got a bed that remembers me, and it was better.”

“You were our first guest; did you know that? Well Cas was, but he doesn’t sleep so that doesn’t really count. You were the first non-Winchester to sleep in the Batcave. On that old army cot, remember? Tried to get you to take my bed… stubborn. You were so stiff the next day you could barely walk, but you stuck it out. You should have taken me up on it, I was on the couch most nights anyway. Nightmares.”

“I’ll never forget the morning I woke up and found you there with me. All warm and cuddled up against me. I moved and you shushed me in your sleep, mumbled that everything was okay. God, I don’t think I’d ever slept that good. We went to that diner in town for breakfast and I asked you to move in. Sammy nearly choked on his egg whites,” Dean laughed softly at the memory. “The bunker was a home then.”

“If you were awake, you’d probably laugh and tell me what I sap I am. And you’d be right, but I can’t help it. It’s you, Y/N. You have this magic… I don’t know what else to call it. You don’t even have to say anything, and my heart starts to race. I think about you, more than I should. In ways that I shouldn’t, and I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.”

“I love you, Y/N. In case you don’t know; in case you can hear me in your dreams right now… I love you. I’ve always loved you and if you stay, if you come back to me… I’m going to show you every day just how much.”

Now: He tried to speak, but you moved your fingers to his lips to stop him. Tears shimmered in your eyes, but you managed a wavering smile.

“I love you too.”

You watched the conflicting emotions flicker across his handsome face. Joy and torment. Ecstasy and pain. He traced the underside of your jaw with his fingers, making your shiver inside and your eyes closed on a sigh. When his lips connected with yours, it was electric! The world shifted. Colors, tastes, sensations, all redefined from that moment. Soft and warm and connected on a level that could only come from love.

It was everything you’d ever dreamt his kiss could be, and it ended far too quickly.

He rested his forehead against yours, puffs of white, heated breath mingling between you. After a few minutes, he brushed the tears from your cheeks with his thumb, “Don’t cry, Sweetheart. It breaks my heart when you cry.”

“Don’t send me away. Please don’t send me away.”

“Baby, that bunker is no place for you. There are no windows, the ventilation is crap, there’s a mildew problem. I talked to those doctors about the type of environment an asthmatic should live in… Bomb shelter from the fifties didn’t make the cut.”

“I’ve been living there for five years without an issue,” you pointed out.

“Yeah, with a humidifier and inhalers. But it’s different now, that round of pneumonia damaged your lungs. You need to be someplace where its easier to breathe, not harder.”

“You’re right. Which is why Sam and I have been designing a new HVAC system.”

That stopped him, “Really? Why didn’t you guys tell me?”

“Because you went all emo and hid in your room for a month.”

“I’m not emo! What kind of HVAC system?”

“A kick ass one,” you grinned so that your tongue peeked out between your teeth. “Any other concerns?”

“What about hunting?” he challenged.

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly and there was a pang of longing that went with it. “I have no idea if I’ll ever get back to the physical condition I was before all of this. No matter how hard I work for it or wish for it and the truth is… going into the field with that kind of a handicap is not in the cards.”

Dean nodded grimly and dropped his gaze to his lap. Admitting the possibility of an early retirement was killing you, and he knew it. You loved hunting, it was as much a part of you as it was for him. The uncertainty of not knowing if you could do it again, must be terrifying for you.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.” His head shot up and you shrugged, “Most hunters don’t get sidelined, they get killed. My life might not look they way I thought it was going to, but I’m still here. Living it. I’m going to take that win and run with it.”

“You’re amazing, you know that? You’re so damn strong… your life got turned upside down and you just roll with it.” Those impossibly green eyes looked at you with such awe, like he couldn’t quiet believe that you actually existed.

“You deserve the best, and that’s not me.”

“That’s not for you to say.”

“Doesn’t matter, it’s my choice.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” you lifted your chin in proud defiance, “Team Freewill, right? I will always have a choice, no matter what hand you try to deal me. I love you, Dean Winchester! And I am never going to stop. And I am never going to disappear from your life. Even if you tell me to hit the bricks, I’ll still call and text and email and whatever just to make sure you’re still alive and well. Even if this ends, I will still love you! You ridiculous man!”

There was a change in his gaze, subtle but there all the same. He shook his head with a chuckle. He knew when he was beat, and he was grateful for it.

“Your cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink when you get all worked up, you know that?”

“My cheeks are pink because it’s freezing out here!”

Dean ripped his coat off and wrapped it over yours, “Damn it, Y/N! I knew you were cold!”

“Well, if you were any kind of a boyfriend, you’d take my back to the car and warm me up properly!”

He was pulling the hood up over your head when he paused, “Boyfriend, huh?”

“Yeah, the kind that warms his girl up in the backseat,” you grinned and playfully rubbed your nose against his.

He growled in your ear and stood, sweeping you up in his arms and making you yelp in delight.

“Dean! I can still walk, you know!”

“Save your energy, Sweetheart, you’re gonna need it. Tonight, we’re gonna fog up all the windows!”

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pink-sparkly-witch · 1 year

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Home for Christmas

Summary: Christmas music flows through the house, snow is falling outside, you’re decorating the tree and patiently waiting for Jensen to come home for Christmas…

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

Warnings: Festive fluff

Word Count: 1K

A/N: I hope you enjoy this fluffy, festive story. It’s the first thing I’ve written in a few months and it’s so good to have written something! Let’s hope it continues into 2023! Reblogs and feedback are always welcome!

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Lifting the last storage box from the landing, you hummed along to “Driving Home for Christmas”, the song drifting upstairs from the speaker in the living room. You smiled as you thought about your husband who was doing exactly that right now and couldn’t help but glance out the hall window on the off-chance he’d made it home extra early. But the excitement drained from your face and was replaced with a frown as you noticed snow start to fall and hoped Jensen would get home before it took hold.

Making your way slowly back to the living room and taking care not to trip over the novelty reindeer slippers adorning your feet, you placed the box in your arms next to the large pine tree. Pulling off its lid, you grinned widely as you saw two Santa hats; one yours and the other Jensen’s. You laughed as you put yours on, knowing you now looked ridiculous in an elf onesie, reindeer slippers, and a Santa hat, but feeling too festive to care.

“…Someday soon we all will be together, if the fates allow,” you sang as you carefully picked out baubles and ornaments, hanging them on the tree. “Hang a shining star upon the highest bough… and have yourself a merry little Christmas now…”

“Well, if that ain’t a sight to make a man’s heart stop!” Jensen chuckled from behind you. Spinning around, you smile widely and run towards him, jumping into his outstretched arms. “Hey sweetheart. I missed you,” he whispered into your hair.

“I missed you too. I’m glad you’re home,” you said, voice muffled because your face was squished into his chest. Jensen laughed softly and pulled you in closer.

“You’ll be begging me to get back to work by New Years’!” he chuckled. “You’ll be sick of me by then!”

“Never,” you mumbled against him, smiling as his laugh rumbled through him. You loved how he laughed with his whole body.

“How ‘bout we get the tree finished?” Jensen asked, placing his lips to your temple, and beginning to sway your bodies to the music.

“Hmm… five more minutes,” you sighed in content, smiling softly when he wrapped you tighter in his arms and squeezed.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

The afternoon with your husband was perfect. After being away for two months, you’d missed him terribly, though you were used to the long partings; Jensen was a workaholic after all. Sure, he enjoyed his time off and spending it with you, but after a while, he’d get antsy and needed to be working on something.

It wasn’t easy being married to someone who was always away. When he was gone were some of the hardest and loneliest times you’d ever had. But you loved him with absolutely everything in you, and you’d never stop someone from living their dream.

As much as you hated it, you knew it could be much worse. Your career as a writer meant you could work anywhere and you were lucky enough that you could travel with him. Of course, sometimes you chose to stay at home, knowing you could focus on getting large chunks of your next bestseller written. When you were in that mindset, you had no routine and no sleeping or eating pattern, so it was much easier for both of you to be apart.

And the homecomings? Well, they were phenomenal, and made the long, solitary weeks worth it. Absence definitely made the heart grow fonder, and who could deny that always feeling like you were in the “honeymoon period” with your partner wasn’t a blessing?

“What’re you grinning at, sweetheart?” Jensen’s voice broke you from your thoughts.

“I’m just so happy you’re home. I missed you and I can’t wait to spend the next few weeks with you.” You smiled, walking over to him and raising up on your tiptoes to peck his lips.

“Me too, Y/N. You still thinking of coming back with me to New Mexico after the holidays?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’ve been planning out that cowboy romance idea for a couple weeks. What better place to do more research and find inspiration than New Mexico?” You chuckled, feeling your heart stammer and butterflies swarm in your stomach at the excitement on his face.

“Good. You know I hate being away from you for too long. Can’t bear the thought of only being here two weeks and then away for another two months.” Jensen said, making your heart melt.

“You know,” you smirked at your husband. “You put on a great show of being a grump and a grinch with your “I don’t do feelings” attitude, but really, you’re just all soft and warm and fuzzy and sweet and cute, aren’t ya?”

“Hey!” He pointed at you, playfully. “That is between you, me, and these walls! I have a reputation to uphold.” He chuckled as you laughed at him.

“You’re adorable!” you teased him further.

“And you’re a pain in my ass!” he grumbled with feigned grumpiness, the twinkle in his eyes the only giveaway.

“I love you too!” you giggled. “And don’t worry, your secrets are always safe with me,” you reassured him as you grabbed the silver star, ready to place on top of the tree.

Jensen crouched in front of you, allowing you to climb onto his shoulders. Carefully, he stood to his full height and slowly walked you both towards the tree. With the full confidence that he wouldn’t drop you, you leaned forward and placed the star on the top branch.

“Alright,” you sighed, “I think we’re done!” Placing your hands in Jensen’s hair, you gently raked your fingers through his soft locks. “How about some cocoa?”

“Cocoa? Do I look like the kinda guy that drinks cocoa?” Jensen scoffed as he slowly crouched down and helped you off his shoulders.

“We can spike it with whiskey,” you added with a smirk.

“Now you’re talking!” Jensen said, clapping his hands and rubbing them together. “I knew there was a reason I married you!”

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 5 months

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2nd Day of Christmas

A Sweet Mishap

Summary/Prompt - Spilling hot chocolate/coffee/a hot beverage on the other and insisting on paying for a new drink and new clothes for them.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader

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The Christmas pay is great, but dealing with the influx of customers – everyone in a rush to get their Christmas shopping and preparations finished – sucks. You’re well into the morning rush having made to your best estimate near a hundred coffees in just a few hours. You’re already exhausted and sick of people; many of whom have short tempers due to needing their daily caffeine hit ASAP. Somewhere around the 30th coffee you burnt your hand on the steamer and it has been in pain since, but you need the money so you ignore it and push on. Not that you’d have time to dwell on the pain even if you wanted to; the orders just keep piling up.

Peppermint Mocha Latte with extra whipped cream and crushed candy canes.

Gingerbread Latte with a sprinkle of cinnamon on top.

Chestnut Praline Frappuccino with caramel drizzle.

White Chocolate Peppermint Hot Chocolate with marshmallows.

Winter Wonderland White Hot Chocolate with white chocolate syrup.

Almond Joy Latte with coconut and almond flavours.

And so on and so on into oblivion. Maybe it’s your fault for choosing to work in a cafe that prides itself on its range of festive flavours. But despite the exhaustion, you serve every drink with a smile and never-dwindling love for the holidays.

Your steady pace and rhythm are jolted by your coworker getting into your personal space. “Come on Y/N! It’s time to switch, I can’t keep weaving through these crowds with hot drinks and dishes! I need space! Please!”

You add the finishing touches to the drink you’re currently working on and then nod at her. “Fine. I’ll deliver this one and go from there. Just start from the next hot chocolate there.”

She nods enthusiastically, pulls out a mug and gets started. You take the fancy hot chocolate out to table 5 as per the order card. You and your coworker, fall into perfect harmony quickly. She makes drinks and you deliver them seamlessly until a tall, well-built guy comes bursting through the doors straight in front of your well-worn causing you to dump an entire Peppermint Mocha Latte on him. The mug and saucer shatter on the tiles by his feet as your hands immediately cover your mouth to hide your embarrassment. But the shock quickly wears off as you jump into action, gathering napkins to wipe the mess while you apologise profusely. You don’t even look up at his face as you continue to attempt to clean out the stain.

“I am so so sorry! Whatever you want is on the house, I’ll cover it all. New shirt and jacket even. It’s all on me. I am so sorry, sir,” you ramble as you continue dabbing at the mess.

Noticing everyone’s eyes on the two of you and customers starting to get restless, he wraps his hands around your wrists to make you stop and look at him properly. “It’s no problem, really. It’s all good. I wanted a reason to buy a new shirt anyway.”

“Please, at least let me get you a coffee to go then.”

“To go?” He questions.

“Yeah, so you can go change.”

“But you did such a good job cleaning me up.” A blush sneaks onto your cheeks at his words. You hear your coworker calling you from behind the counter. “Sounds like you need to get back. Just surprise me with something when you get your break. But make sure you’re the one that makes and delivers it,” he says with a wink as he releases his grip on your wrists.

You quickly compose yourself as you rush over to grab a broom and mop to clean up the mess as your coworker attempts to manage the impatient customers.

After about half an hour the morning rush finally starts to die down and your other coworkers arrive for handover. You finish adding some whipped cream, chocolate powder and marshmallows on top of the white and milk chocolate peppermint mocha lattes you made and then untie your dirty apron. Thanking your coworkers you take the two festive mugs to the table in the corner where the now dry man is waiting patiently reading a newspaper. You place them down carefully on the table causing him to look up at you.

“I was starting to think you forgot,” he says.

“You kidding me? I still feel so bad, but it gets so busy here during the holidays.”

He takes a sip of the hot chocolate closest to him and then says, “I can see why. I’m used to straight black coffee, but I can get on board with this.”

As you go to take a sip from the other mug you get distracted by a bright flash from outside the window causing you to spill your drink all over yourself. Looking in the direction of the flash, the man jumps into action. He passes you some napkins and stands up.

“That’s my fault. Should’a known word would get out if I stayed here this long. That’s my fault,” he says apologetically.

“You nab at your now stained shirt and say, “I guess now we’re even.”

He slides a coaster across the table to you. “I’m so sorry.”

He shrugs his jacket on and walks away. After a second you go to call out and stop him but the door’s already closing behind him. You look down at the coaster and see a phone number written in neat handwriting. You slip it into your pocket and smile.

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A Supernatural Love

Chapter Twenty Two: An Engagement

Summary: Y/N, a nurse working towards medical school living with her roommate and best friend Genevieve Cortese, meets Jensen Ackles while visiting the set of Supernatural one day. Is this chance encounter a coincidence or fate? And if it is fate, do they have what it takes to make it through separations and hardships?

Slow(ish) burn, some angst, alluding to sexy times, fluff

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Bad writing, Some swearing

Word Count: 3121

No hate to any of the real people in this story, it is purely fiction and for enjoyment! No images are mine

First fic I wrote, please be kind but open to feedback, both positive and negative!

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Y/N POV

That night when you got home, you took a shower and got into a pair of sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt. You poured yourself a glass of wine and sat down at the island to think about what had happened. You hadn’t fully processed the events of the day but you tried. You decided that before you could figure out what you wanted from Jensen, if anything, you knew that you needed to talk to James. He must have thought the same thing because a knock on the door drew you from your thoughts.

“I was just thinking about you” You smiled letting him in.

“How was your day at the pool?” He asked without any tone of judgment. It was new and welcomed.

“I really enjoyed seeing Gen and Jared but honestly I am not sure about seeing Jensen” You decided to be honest.

“I am not surprised. It’s been a lot for you” He sympathized.

“Not that I want to start anything but it’s nice not having you have a judging tone about it.” He just shrugged.

“What did you do today?” You didn’t know how to continue because last time he talked to you he said he didn’t want to see you.

“I went to town for something to do….and I ran into Daneel” He looked you in the eye as he sat down.

“Oh” was all you could say as you turned your back to pour him a glass of wine.

“That’s all you have to say?” He said cautiously.

“What happened?” You handed him the glass to which he took a sip.

“We got to talking and ended up spending the day together.” You stopped.

“How was that?” You cautioned. You knew him well enough to know what was happening but you wanted to hear him say it.

“Honestly it was really good. It felt nice to have a conversation with a woman that doesn’t turn into a fight somehow.” This stung, but you didn’t think he meant it to.

“I can understand that. I am really sick of it, James.” You were being honest. He just sighed. “You seemed to really hit it off with her. She is an amazing woman” You said.

“She is. I genuinely enjoy her” He was being transparent and you appreciated that.

“Did you come over here to tell me that you like her James?” You were just going to rip off the band-aid and just get it done.

“No, I wanted to actually talk about us.”

“Same difference. You like her and we are not doing well.” He sighed and rubbed his face.

“We have never quite clicked, Y/N. We have tried really hard and as much as I wanted to make it work, it just isn’t. I can’t keep doing this.”

“I can’t either. I wanted to, I really did. But we just only work if we don’t talk about anything deep or of meaning. We are better as friends.” He didn’t say anything. “James” You grabbed his hand across from you. He let you and looked up. “Are we done?”

“Yes, we are. But honestly we never really ever were” He gave you a sad smile. He had a point.

“Just answer one thing. Do you like Daneel?” You weren’t bitter but you wanted to know what his intentions were with a woman who was taken. You knew James was classy and would never cross a line but if it was serious he would be a man about it.

“I would be lying to say I wasn’t attracted to her, but as long as she is with Jensen it doesn’t matter. Besides, I am good at waiting” He gave you a smile in reference to your own relationship.

“Then I am happy for you and wish you the best” You smiled back. He got up and gave you a kiss on the top of your head.

“Take care of yourself Y/N. We are friends and I will always be here for you.” You told him something similar and he walked out of your door and in one sense, out of your life.

Your phone rang not long after and it was Gen.

“Hi Gen”

“You sound tired, what’s going on?” You couldn’t hide anything from her. After three years of almost not talking she could still read you like a book and you loved her for it.

“James and I just broke up.” You didn’t want to cry and you were sad, but also it felt good. You and her talked for a long time about it to end up saying that it was for the best and she was proud of you for doing what you thought was best and she agreed that though James is a wonderful man, he isn’t the right one for you.

“I am just glad that stress is over. I think we can still work together and be friends but maybe not very soon.” You told her.

“Speaking of that, Jared invited James out tomorrow. I guess he has this big dinner planned with a lot of friends and family for the weekend. He wanted to do something special while a lot of people are in town so he invited him. Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, James is a good guy and he has been a good friend to you both so I am okay, at least there will be a lot of people so I don’t necessarily have to talk to him at least the whole time.” You didn’t tell her about his time with Daneel because you didn’t think it was your business anymore (What is your business? It was all so complicated) so if she decided to tell Gen it was up to her.

“You can always talk to me. I would ditch Jared anytime for you. You’re my number one always” You exchanged gushing affections for another minute then said bye. It was always good to talk to her.

You slept well that night which had been the first night in a while. You woke up that Saturday feeling refreshed and ready to see everyone. You had met Jared’s parents once and they were wonderful. Jared also told you that he was surprising Gen with flying her parents in. You knew she would be elated and you did your best to not spill the beans.

You took your time to shower, do your hair and makeup and pick out an outfit. You settled on curling your hair, and a pretty summer dress and wedges. You were determined to enjoy your night and not be depressed about recent events.

You texted Gen you were on your way and she was excited because she was there already. When you pulled up you didn’t realize that the restaurant was as fancy as it was. You looked it up online and knew it had to be nice since it had valet but you were still surprised. You weren’t used to such fancy places but you enjoyed them a lot, but you were more of a burger and fries gal. You walked in the door and though you were a little early, a few people had already been there. Before you could recognize everyone, Gen came up to you and gave a big hug and dragged you to the center of the party room. She told you how Jared had surprised her by bringing out her family and you wouldn’t tell her you had your suspicions why he would do that. You greeted them and socialized for a minute or two when you saw James walk in. You nodded at each other and he found some people he evidently knew that he went over to talk to.

“Jared arranged this all by himself, he is amazing.” Gen gushed. You could see the love in her eyes and you wondered if you would ever find that again. He was blushing but you knew he was loving every minute of her bragging on him. You were enjoying the moment and so happy for them that you missed when Dee came up behind you. She said hello and after a minute pulled you aside.

“How are you Y/N? I didn’t get a chance to see you yesterday” She apologized.

“I was surprised you weren’t there but I understand why you weren’t, honestly. Broken arms are no fun, I broke mine as a kid and was devastated that I couldn’t climb any trees.” You both chuckled.

“I just wanted to let you know that James and I spent the day together. Nothing happened of course and I am sure he told you but I wanted you to hear it from me.” Damn you wanted to hate her sometimes but she is just so nice and considerate.

“James did tell me but I appreciate you being honest with me. I don’t mind, I never would have assumed anything untoward happened. But I have to ask and please forgive me but are you attracted to him?” She seemed taken aback and initially wanted to defend herself but she stopped. She looked over your shoulder behind you then looked you in the eye.

“We had a good time and we have a lot in common. Of course I care about Jensen and he is my boyfriend but I did enjoy spending time with James.”

“I don’t doubt that you care about Jensen and if you care about James I am not upset. I will be honest with you, James and I broke up last night. We are good and I am not trying to sound like a jealous ex but for both your sakes you need to be honest with yourselves. I haven’t been good at that lately and I want you to save yourself time and learn from my own issues.” You babbled. You knew it didn’t come out the best but you wanted to save her three years of her life.

“Thank you Y/N I appreciate that. I am sorry about that but I am glad you seem okay. He didn’t say much about your relationship so I don’t know much from him, not that I need to but just so you are aware he is respecting you. I will always care for Jensen but as I am sure you know, he is head over heels for you and I could never compete. You are a wonderful person and I see why I am no threat to you -” Just then Jensen came up and said hello. You wanted to hear what she was going to say because as horrible as it made you feel you were thinking she was going to back down even though you knew it probably wouldn’t work between you and him. It didn’t before, what would change?

“Hi Jensen, how are you?” You asked though you weren’t necessarily curious for the answer. He gave you some socially acceptable answer and you three chit chatted for a bit. He then went to pay his respects to Jared and Gen.

“Listen Y/N, I won’t take up more of your time but I appreciate that you are looking out for me. I hope you have a good rest of the evening.” She smiled and went to a different group of people to socialize with. You noticed she didn’t join Jensen.

The evening went on with laughs and good times, until Jared called everyone to his attention. Somehow you managed to stand somewhat across from Jensen.

“Thank you all for coming, it means so much to us that you are here” He then put his arm around Gen who was standing next to him. She nodded in agreement. “You all are our closest and favorite people so I wanted you all to be here because I know it means so much to Gen and me.” He started to get nervous and he let out a nervous breath. Gen was confused but her eyes grew wide when he let go of her to pull something out of his pocket. He got down on one knee and she gasped.

“Gen, baby, you are the most amazing woman I have ever met in my entire life. You are so kind, loving, nurturing, and you know how to push me and keep me on my toes. I want to spend the rest of my life showing you that I love you and will continue to love you more every day. I know I don’t deserve you but is there any chance that you will make the happiest man in the world by marrying me?” He opened the box to reveal a huge square rock with studded diamonds along the side. If her mouth could open more it did now. The room was silent and you couldn’t believe what was happening. That jerk wouldn’t tell you his plan no matter how much you pushed. To be fair you knew it was because he didn’t want you to let it slip to her so you were kept in the dark. You held your breath and knew everyone else was as well.

“Oh Jared”, Gen said, speechless. After looking into his eyes for a solid second or two, she put him out of his misery. “Yes, of course I will marry you!” She practically squealed as tears started to fall. He got up so fast you almost didn’t see it and he wrapped her in his arms and picked her off the floor. They hugged, and kissed, and hugged some more. Somewhere in there he put the ring on her finger and she was just glowing. The room had erupted in clapping, cheers and all sorts of hoots and hollers. You couldn’t help but look over at Jensen who was looking at you and smiled. It almost seemed like a sad smile but you didn’t dwell too long because you fought your way to the couple.

“Jared, I can't believe you didn’t tell me!” He looked at you guilty.

“I didn’t want you to ruin the surprise”

“Well it’s about time, I can’t be mad now that you finally did it.”

“It was long overdue.” Gen just leaned into his side, still smiling. You knew her mouth would hurt from all the smiling but well worth it.

“Let me see the ring!” You squealed, grabbing her hand.

“I didn’t see it coming! We have been talking about it for awhile but I had no idea! He definitely surprised me” Gen gushed.

“I had some help from Jensen. He helped organize arrivals and reservations.”

“This was the perfect proposal.” Gen said, pulling him down to kiss her.

“I will catch up with you later!” You told them so others could wish them well. You needed to get some air and process that your best friend just got engaged to the best guy. The restaurant had a nice balcony with ambiance lighting and you were able to lean over the side and take a deep breath. You were glad to be the only one out there until a familiar body leaned over the edge near you.

“I can’t believe he pulled it off.” Jensen chuckled, taking a sip from his whiskey glass.

“Honestly, me too. He didn’t let on about it at all, but to be fair I have always suspected it whenever we get together because he knows I would give him hell if I wasn’t there.” You laughed mostly to yourself.

“He debated telling you or incorporating you somehow, but it was pretty hard since you weren’t around for most of it.”

“I can’t be mad, I haven’t seen them as much as I should.” You felt guilty for your lack of effort.

“It’s not all your fault, you live so far away from them for most of the year” You appreciated Jensen trying to make you out to be better than you were.

“I am just glad it finally happened. I wondered if it would happen within the first six months of them dating. But they have taken everything agonizingly slow. They probably won’t have kids for ten years.” You mused as you remembered how it was like pulling teeth to even get them to admit their feelings, much less date.

“They both want kids, so maybe more like five.” He joked.

“I am just thankful to be part of it. Hopefully Gen will let me be part of her wedding planning. I would love to do that with her”

“I am sure she would love that. I know it has meant so much to both of them to see you again.”

“I should have tried more to see them, but…”

“But I was in the way.” Jensen finished for you. You wanted to say something kind but he was right.

“But we are all here now.”

“The question is, what do we do?” He turned toward you, and you turned to face him.

“We be supportive of our friends” You told him.

“That’s not what I meant.” He said. You sighed.

“I already told you where I am at.” You told him.

“I can’t help but notice you haven’t said two words to James all night.”

“We broke up. Yesterday” He looked surprised.

“Can I ask why?” He cautioned.

“Do you really have to ask? We were never a good fit and we tried to make something work that just wasn’t meant to be.”

“I understand what that is like…” he said quietly. You remained silent to see if he would continue. He took another swig from his glass. “I want what is best for you, and if being with him is it, then so be it.” He finished.

“I just told you, he isn’t.” You stood firm.

“Then what is?” He asked, looking you in the eye.

“Figure it out, it isn’t hard. Just grow a pair and stop dicking around and you might just realize what is best for both of us.” You were agitated at his lack of effort and ability to take control. You knew this wasn’t like him, even if he was just trying to be mindful of your needs. But why couldn’t the idiot just figure out that no matter how much he broke your heart, you would always want to be with him? You walked away and made up your mind that you wouldn’t talk to him again until he decided to wake up.

You stayed until the bitter end, and still ended up talking with Gen for hours after the party. It was around 2am when she went home, most likely to Jared. You appreciated that she spent more time talking to you than she did to her own fiance. But what else would you expect from a best friend?

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