#jackles please sir you’re so close

[thermometermercury]

I think that The Winchesters prequel should just be cas beating the absolute shit out of john while dean narrates it like a WWE fight

#john winchester #john winchester hate club #fuck john winchester #castiel #dean winchester #i would pay to see it #jackles please sir you’re so close #Here comes Bobby with the steel chair! #I want to punch him so bad #John Winchester x the floor

[deepdisireslonging]

Slicked Up

Sam gets sunburned and accepts some help from the reader. When she needs the same help later, things get hot in another way.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: sunburn hurt, teasing, SMUT, Dom!Sam/Sub!Reader, oral (female receiving), filth just pure filth

Word Count: 1660

Note: I came up with this idea a couple of years ago when I went to Italy. Originally it was an Elias Samson fic, but I haven’t written Sam in a while and it felt right with him. Requests, tag lists, and inbox are all open. Enjoy!

“Really?”

Amused, you followed the sound of frustration to the matching bedroom door. It didn’t creak as you tapped it open. “All that height and those long arms, and you can’t reach your own back?”

Sam turned to give a smart retort. He bit back in a grimace instead.

You had to take pity on him. The last hunt had ended well. And there was a beach down the road. But years of doing night work meant the guys forgot something.

Sunscreen.

You got out okay. Only a bit of redness on the tops of your shoulders. Dean ended up covered in freckles. And Sam… not so good. He’d lost his shirt after only an hour. Not that you complained at the sight. But now he was standing in front of you brighter than a homegrown tomato. He’d probably start peeling any time now.

“Need some help?” you offered. Taking the little green bottle from him, you started to gingerly spread the aloe over his shoulders. He winced. You went slower.

He sighed as the cool began to set in. “You’re not going to say it?”

“Nope.”

“Thanks.”

Brushing away his long hair, you kissed the back of his neck. One of the few unburnt places on his body. “No problem. Just be merciful if it happens to me, alright?” Sam turned and tilted your chin up for a deep kiss. “Thanks for the promise.” Stepping back, you got a good look at his chest. It was just as damaged.

Sam blushed under your scrutiny. “I was trying to do the more difficult part first.”

You picked the bottle back up and got to work. The slow pace really did work better. It gave you time to appreciate the curves of him. The dip between his muscles. The occasional raised scar. You’d been to busy trying to shorten his agony to enjoy the same view of his back. As you trailed up to his pecs, Sam hissed. But not out of pain.

Teasingly, you flicked your thumbs over his nipples. His mouth fell open.

“Y/N-“

“Done.”

Without a second glance, you left him, and his new hard-on, alone.

***

He got his revenge a couple of weeks later.

A rare daytime hunt for a ghost. The darn thing kept appearing during college classes. Scaring the bejeezus out of some freshman engineers seemed to be the perfect payback for their untimely death. The unlikely flash that came at the end hit you full-on. The hunt was over, but you felt like you’d been sunburned over a week in an instant.

When you got back to the bunker, your view in the mirror concurred.

Every inch of your skin that had been visible during the blast was painfully burnt. The very fabric of your clothes irritated your skin. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the glare off the windows that had been behind you singed your back as well. Damn ghosts. All things considered, you’d take ectoplasm any day.

“Need some help?”

Sam was leaned against your door frame. He was sincere, though a smug grin simmered beneath the surface of his smile.

“Yes please.”

Slowly, gingerly bordering on tenderness, Sam helped you out of your clothes. Then, as you had weeks ago, he softly applied a layer of aloe to your burns. With a sigh, you relaxed under his touch. The longer he went on, the easier it was to breathe. His large hands spread the gel across your shoulder blades, betrayed by your tank top. Then he reached around to help across your chest and collar bone. You gasped as his hand barely wrapped around your throat, warm from his body heat, but with the cooling touch of the medicine.

“Feeling better?” he rumbled in your ear.

You licked your lips. “Yes. Sam-“

“Almost done.”

He sank to his knees. The short shorts you’d worn to blend in with the freshmen had left your legs exposed. They too were burnt. Sam worked up from your ankles, spreading the coolness up your calves, over your knees, your thighs… and then a little higher than the burns. But not high enough. Not enough to ease the thrumming between your legs. You curled your fingers in his hair, tugging his face and hoping you could get him close enough to smell how much you needed him.

But he rose to his feet. “There you go. All slicked up. Need anything else?”

With a whine, you tugged at his shirt.

Sam laughed high and tugged his shirt back down. “Oh no. You gelled me and then iced me. So… I’m going to go now.”

You caught his wrist before he could leave. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“I can make it up to you.”

“Probably.”

“Please?”

He arched a brow. “Did the blast fry a few memories, or did you forget how to ask nicely?”

You swallowed. Hard. The timbre of his voice had shifted. Deepened to that lower register that made you drip.

“Try again.”

“Please… Sir?”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Better.”

For a second you didn’t breathe. Sam flicked the wrist you were holding out of your grasp. With it, he guided you back into the wall. The bed was only a flicker in his sight.

“Can’t have you laying down. All that aloe? You’d stick to the sheets.”

Again, he sank to his knees. This time he took your shorts with him, helping you to step out of them. His thumb rubbed and down over your lower lips. Sam hummed as your wetness soaked through the fabric. He hooked a finger into the fabric resting on your thigh, tugging them down and away slowly while looking up at you. He growled as you bit back a whimper. A warning. He nipped at your thigh. Obeying, you let out the small rush of air. It was a start. He’d make you loud soon enough.

Very soon.

Spreading your stance wide, Sam opened you up so he could see how much you were glistening. He hummed. “It never takes much with you. You get wet at the drop of a hat, isn’t that right?” Not leaving you time to answer, he flattened his tongue against your sex and lapped up the top layer of wetness. “Always so sweet,” he said, smacking his lips. Licking and sucking and teasing. Sam knew you best. He knew how to string up your neediness and how to leave you hanging. Your desperation made you buck down onto his face. Which made him pin you to the wall by your hips.

The closeness between the wall and your burns made you hiss. Sam loosened his grip. But only barely.

He waited to add fingers until you desperately weaved your fingers back into his hair. No tugging. No guiding. Just resting your hand there to ground yourself for the onslaught of pleasure you knew was coming. One, then two, fingers curled and scissored inside your pussy. You cried out for more. Pleading and begging with every breath. Sam gave you more. His eyes stayed on you. He watched when your head fell back. How your chest rose and fell with heaving breaths. He sucked on your clit when your throat swallowed the dryness of your mouth. He loved how perfect your lips looked when you moaned his name.

Shivering and quaking, you fell apart on his tongue. He slowed his feasting as you breathed your way back into the present.

Since your knees were still unsteady, when he stood, he wrapped your legs around his waist. It took some finagling, but his jeans and briefs dropped to the floor. His length bobbed up between your bodies hotter than the rest of your body.

“Deep breath.”

You took it. Then let it out as a slow whine as he filled you. His head fell to rest on your shoulder, grunting as your walls adjusted around him. He waited until you whispered his name, nipping at his ear for good measure.

“Sir… fill me.”

One slow drag out. One quick thrust back in. The wall scrapped at your burn painfully. But other things hurt as well, in the best of ways. His strong grip on your thighs. His other hand curled into your hair. The twinge of ache in your neck as he tugged your head back. A yelp passed your lips as he returned your bite, nipping at your neck. Then, of course, there was the smack of his hips against yours. The rough feeling between empty and full. Stars danced at the corner of your vision as he twisted his hips, searching for the spots he knew would make you louder in one way or another.

Sam hissed as your nails bit into his own not-yet-healed sunburn. You took advantage of his open mouth to fill it with a kiss. And a little bit of tongue.

So close.

His thrust became more desperate. Occasionally erratic. Eagerly you bounced on his cock. Over and over again, it speared you. He could have cracked you in half down the middle and you would thank him.

“You going to cum for me, Y/N? You going to cum all over my cock?”

“Yes,” you panted. “Yes, Sir, please. So close-“

“Then cum.”

A few more thrusts later, you did. Every muscle in your body went rigid. As the waves of pleasure overtook you, you fell lax in his arms. Sam kept thrusting and grunting into your shoulder until his body did the same thing. One growl as his body stiffened. And then a quiet sigh of your name as he let the pleasure fade out.

Your combined releases slid down your leg as he lowered you to the floor. Blushing you confessed, “I’m all messy, Sir.”

Sam brushed your hair out of your face. “We can fix that with a shower.”

“What about all my aloe medicine?”

He leered. “Then I guess I’ll just have to slick you up again.”

*****

Masterlist 

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[crispychrissy]

Sex & Mr. Smith

Summary: Dean Smith ventures down to the IT department and comes across a new employee flirting with another worker. Pairing: Dean Smith x Reader Word Count: 1440 Warnings: Sexuality, smut, spanking, dom!Dean, fluff A/N: This takes care of the Dean Smith square for @spnkinkbingo! I really didn’t know where to take this to keep it unique, since we only have one episode of Dean Smith and ideas and storylines are limited. I hope I did it justice, though, and I hope you enjoy! POV change is marked with asterisks. This was beta’d by the lovely @dean-winchesters-bacon.

Dean rarely ventured down to the IT floor, but ever since the espresso machine in the executive break room decided to start making cold coffee, he had to venture down to the sea of cubicles and yellow shirts that was the IT department. They had the only other espresso machine in the building aside from the small shop downstairs, and Dean wasn’t about to pay for something he could get for free.

Several eyes were on him as he made his way toward the break room, but he ignored them, focusing on his desperate need of late morning caffeine. Y/N, one of the newly hired productivity managers, was outside the break room speaking to a tall man with long brown hair. The two seemed close; she was giggling and putting her hand on his arm with almost everything he said.

As he walked by, Dean couldn’t help but hear part of their conversation.

“Four times a week, huh?” Y/N all but purred. “Getting all sweaty and hot like that? I don’t think I could handle that kind of cardio.”

The man she was speaking to laughed nervously. “Uhh, yeah, I mean, I’ve got some pretty good stamina so I can sometimes do five or six times a week, too.”

“Oh come on, Sam. Don’t be modest. You’re huge,” Y/N practically moaned. Dean glanced over as he made his coffee, and her eyes met his. “All of that hard work in the gym really pays off, huh?” The playful smirk that spread across her lips made Dean shake his head and finish pouring the frothy skim milk into his espresso before leaving the room.

“Wesson,” one of the floor supervisors shouted as Dean walked by, “break’s over, get back to work!”

Sam groaned, but waved his hand in acknowledgement. “I’ll talk to you later, Y/N.”

***

As Sam walked away, you couldn’t help but smile. He was a nice kid, really knew his stuff and didn’t deserve to be stuck in this kind of tech support job where ninety-eight percent of all the calls can be solved by turning it off and then turning it back on again. But, your break was unfortunately over as well, so you began walking back to your office on the other side of the building.

Distracted by the rows and rows of cubicles, you didn’t notice the supply closet door to your left when it opened, but you sure as hell felt it when someone pulled you by your arm into the room before closing the door behind you.

“What the fuck!” you shrieked, slapping your hands wildly at the person who grabbed you.

“Y/N!” Dean grabbed your wrists, stopping your movements. “Relax, it’s me.”

“Don’t do that,” you hissed. “You scared the crap out of me.”

“Sorry, sweetheart.” Dean bit his lower lip and pushed his pelvis against yours. “I didn’t want anyone to see us meeting in an official capacity since we technically have no reason to, and I’ve been so busy that I barely have time to go to the can, let alone meet with my wife off the books during the work day. Had to improvise.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you ground down against the bulge in his dress pants. “Aww, poor baby.”

Dean growled and fisted a hand in the back of your hair. He pulled hard, making you mewl as your head jerked backward. “Bad girl. I hired you to work undercover and find out who’s been selling company secrets to my competitors, not flirt with tall IT lackeys.”

“We were talking about his workout regimine,” you whispered innocently, looking up at your husband with a defiant stare.

Dean raised his eyebrows at your perceived challenge before flipping you around and shoving you against the shelves of cleaning supplies, grinding his cock against your ass. “Sassing me? That’s ten, pretty girl.”

Obediently, you wiggled your ass backward so it was sticking out. Dean stepped back and lifted your skirt, exposing the lace panties that covered your round ass. Dean gripped your ass with both hands, his thumbs dipping between your legs and rubbing your panties against the lips of your pussy, making you moan softly.

Dean’s hand appeared in front of you, covering your mouth, before he began. His other hand came down hard on your left ass cheek, making you jump and yelp against his hand. Your skin was tingling from the impact, but he didn’t give you time to relax before bringing his hand down again on your right cheek this time. Each slap after that alternated between your cheeks, and by the time he finished with the tenth slap, you were panting against his hand and dripping in your panties.

“Do you think you’ve earned my cock, baby?” Dean whispered against the shell of your ear.

“P-please, sir,” you rasped, “please can I have your cock?”

Dean didn’t reply, but you heard the metal of his belt and the hiss of a zipper before your panties were pulled down and the thick head of his cock was pressing against your opening. Dean didn’t give you a chance to savor the feeling of the first slow slide in. He gripped your hips and pulled you back against him, making his cock slam deep inside you, pressing almost painfully against your cervix and making you gasp.

“Dean!” you squealed.

Dean replied with a growl he began a bruising pace. Small squeaks and moans spilled from your lips as Dean fucked you like a wild animal, your arms shaking the flimsy metal of the shelf you were braced against. His hand slipped between your legs, rubbing rapidly over your clit.

“D-Dean, fuck, gonna… mmm…  can I come?” you whimpered, teetering dangerously on the edge of climax.

“Beg, pretty girl,” Dean growled in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, almost making you come then and there.

“Please, Dean. Please let me come on your cock,” you pleaded, almost on the verge of tears. “I wanna feel you fill me up, I’ve been such a good girl!”

Dean moaned at your words and you could feel him smile against your neck before sweeping your hair to the side and kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear. Dean’s finger returned to your clit and began rubbing fast, your slick making an obscene wet squelching noise.

“Come.”

Biting your arm to prevent yourself from shouting, you came so hard your legs began to shake and you would have hit the floor if Dean didn’t wrap and arm around your waist to keep you standing. His thrusts got more aggressive and he groaned before slamming forward and stilling, filling your pussy with his spendings.

The two of you stood there motionless, heavy breathing the only sound in the room, until Dean pulled free with a hiss. His cum dripped out of your pussy and down the inside of your thighs, and he chuckled at the sight before grabbing some paper towels and cleaning you up.

Dean tucked himself back into his dress slacks and you gave him a shy smile as you pulled your panties back up and smoothed out your skirt. The dirty paper towels were discarded, and Dean pressed a kiss to your lips, smoothing out your sex-tossled hair.

“Never pegged you as the ‘sex-at-work’ type,” you mused, beaming at him. His hair was heavily gelled and you desperately wanted to run your fingers through it, but couldn’t risk messing up how it was styled.

“Well, when your wife is flirting with another man and decides to sass you, you have to take things into your own hands,” Dean murmured with a shrug. 

You wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed him. “Well, I kinda liked it. My ass is throbbing, though, so it’s going to make my eleven o’clock meeting a little awkward. We’re in the west conference room, the one with the really uncomfortable wooden chairs? Yeah, not fun with a freshly spanked ass.”

Dean checked his watch and his eyes widened. “It’s eleven-oh-six, baby. Better get that sensitive ass to your meeting.”

“Shit!” You smashed your lips against Dean’s before opening the door and, after looking both ways and making sure nobody was watching, speed walking down the hallway toward the conference room.

You turned around and gave Dean a wink as he emerged from the supply closet before you disappeared around the corner. You were secretly excited about being able to feel the spanking Dean gave you every time you shifted in your seat during the meeting, but maybe you’d return the favor once you both got home that evening.

***

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[the-stories-in-my-head-95]

A Time Before You

Bruce Banner x Reader x Tony Stark

Summary- It’s hard for your children to imagine a time before their parents knew each other, so imagine Teddy and Edison’s surprise when they wakes up in 2012 a time when their Papa and Dad barley know each other and their Mom isn’t an Avenger.

Message- Reader has frost powers, this is kinda connected to Give him Back to us and Growing Up. All of the kids are in their teens. 

Warnings- Reader is suicidal after a lab accident gives her powers, has to be talked off the ledge. 

Word Count- 1415

“I’m going shopping with my friends! Chrissy’s mom is going to bring us!” Astrid yells as she bounds into the lab. “Do you guys want to come?”

“No thanks, Sissy. We’re going to wait here for Mom, Papa and Dad to get back from the science expo.” Teddy says.

“Alright!” Astrid says, before she heads out towards the door. “Bye!”

“Have fun at the mall!” Edison calls out before she opens the door.

“Have fun building your time machine!” Astrid says before shutting the door.

“We will!” Teddy says.

“Mom, Dad and Papa are going to be so impressed when they see this!” Edison says.

“I know!” Teddy says, but before they can say anything else the lights in the lab surge.

“What was that?” Edison asks, then the time machine sparks and a portal opens.

“What the fuck!” Teddy yells as the portal pulls them in. They both land on the ground with a jolt.

“Where are we?” Edison asks.

“I don’t know, some kind of lab I think.” Teddy says as he looks around.

“I’ll go check the other room.” Edison says as he walks out on of the doors.

“”Who’s there?” A familiar voice says as they enter the room from the opposite side of the room, Teddy turned and was shocked by who he saw.

“Papa?” Teddy murmurs in shock.

“I’m sorry, what did you just call me?” Bruce asks.

“Papa, it-it’s me. It’s Teddy.”

“I think you have me mistaken for someone else. I don’t have any children.” Bruce says.

“You have three children.” Teddy says.

“Bruce!” Tony screams. “Bruce! There’s this kid saying he’s my kid! Bruce help!”

“Edison.” Teddy murmurs, as he takes off running towards his father’s shouts.

“Teddy!” Edison says, staring at his older brother in shock. “Something’s wrong! I-I think someone altered the time stream or something!”

“No, no I-I think our time machine worked. I-I think we’re in the past. I mean look at them! They’re so young!” Teddy says as he gestures towards Tony and Bruce.

“What?” Tony says, starring at the two teens with wide eyes.

“We’re your kids-from the future.” Edison says.

“NATASHA! CLINT! STEVE!” Tony screams.

“What year is it?” Edison asks.

“Do the two of you know Mom yet?” Teddy asks.

“Where’s Uncle Thor?” Edison asks as the rest of the Avengers come barreling into the lab.

“Thor’s on Asgard.” Bruce says.

“Huh, what’s he doing there?” Edison asks.

“He brought Loki there after the battle of New York.”

“Who are they?” Natasha asks, as she eyes Teddy and Edison with curiosity.

“I’m Edward Anthony Y/L/N.” Teddy says. “But you can call me Teddy.”

“I’m Edison Bruce Y/L/N.”

“Y/L/N? Shouldn’t you be Stark or Banner if you’re our kids?” Tony asks.

“Wait, since when are you and Bruce dating?” Steve asks.

“We’re not!” Bruce says.

“You will!” Edison says.

“Y/L/N is Mom’s last name! She said that if you wanted us to have to your last names you should have gone through the 12 hours of labor!” Teddy says.

“Makes sense.” Tony says.

“Plus Y/L/N is less noticeable than Stark, or even Banner.” Edison says.  

“So us and your Mother, we’re- uh- all three of us are together.” Bruce asks, blushing.

“Yeah.” Teddy says.  

“Huh.” Tony murmurs.

“Are we really buying this?” Clint says.

“What do you mean?” Bruce asks.

“Two teenagers just appear out of thin air, claim they’re your kids with no proof! I mean could you even see yourselves dating each other, let alone each other plus another person!” Clint says.

“I mean, I could see it.” Bruce says, blushing.

“Me too!” Tony says as he takes Bruce’s hand in his.

“If you want to run DNA tests you can, we don’t mind.” Edison says.

“I mean, you could probably go green, I think that would be enough.” Teddy says as he looks at Edison.

“Go green?” Tony asks.

“Papa calls it hulking out. But uh I don’t actually turn into someone else, I’m me, just bigger and greener.”

“Do you have powers as well?” Tony asks, looking at Teddy.

“No, I take after you.” Teddy says, smiling at his Dad. “Astrid has powers though.”

“Astrid?” Tony asks.

“She’s our younger sister, she takes after Mom.” Edison says.

“What are their abilities?” Tony asks.

“Cryokinesis. They can control and manipulate ice.” Edison says.

“So are we just believing this?” Clint murmurs to Natasha.

“Yes.” Tony says sharply.

“Is that really smart, this could be some sort of-.” Steve starts.

“Wait, here I have a picture of all of us on my phone!” Teddy says as he pulls his phone out of his pocket.

“Is that a Stark phone?” Tony asks.

“Yeah, it’s the newest model.” Teddy says as he continues to tap on his phone. “Here! See this was all six of us on vacation last summer.”

“Woah, we’re so old.” Tony murmurs.

“That’s your Mom? Our uh-girlfriend?”

“Wife.” Teddy says.

“That’s legal!?” Bruce asks.

“No. Thor married the three of you when I was 5.” Teddy explains.

“What’s her name?” Tony asks.

“Dr. Y/F/N Y/L/N.” Edison says. “If it’s the year I think it is she’s currently trying to find a way to stop the ice caps from melting.”

“How do we meet her?” Bruce asks.

“I-I don’t know if we should tell you that. I don’t want to erase our existence or anything.” Teddy says.

“Can I have JARVIS scan the picture? Just so we can have a reminder of what’s to come?” Tony asks.

“Yeah, yeah, that-that’s a good idea Dad.” Teddy says.

“JARVIS?” Tony asks.

Already done, Sir JARVIS says.

“We should probably start trying to figure out how to get the two of you home.” Tony says.

“You’re probably right.” Edison murmurs.

“How did you guys get-What was that?” Bruce asks when the lights flicker.

“I don’t kno-Holy shit!” Tony gasps as a portal opens up and pulls Teddy and Edison in.

“See you soon!” Edison yells before the portal closes behind them.

“Are you okay?” You say as you hug your sons.

“We’re fine! We met Dad and Papa.” Edison says.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“Oh my God! I-I know what they’re talking about! I remember!” Bruce says.

“Me too.” Tony murmurs as he pulls his sons into a hug. “If it wasn’t for that picture I would have thought it was a dream.”

**In the Past**

“Oh my God!” Tony says as he flies around the building.

“What is it, Tony?” Steve asks.

“It’s her! It’s Y/N! She’s-she’s standing on the edge of the building! I-I’m going to- I’m going to get her down!”

“Be careful!” Bruce murmurs from the ground.

“Get the big guy ready to catch her, just in case!” Tony says as he fly’s towards you. “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to step away from the ledge.” He adds as he lands on the roof next to you.

“My life is over.” You sob. “J-Just let me jump, please!”

“Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong, maybe I can fix it?” Tony says as he takes a small step towards you, as he walks towards you he sheds his suit, until it’s just you and him. 

“There was an accident a-and now I’m a freak!” You sob. “I have nothing to live for.”

“You have everything to live for!” Tony says.

“I did.” You agree, nodding frantically. “But now my career is over! The accident it changed me a-and I can’t control the ice! I-I don’t want any to get hurt because of me!”

“Y/N, please, I know it seems hopeless but you have so much to look forward too! I promise, I’ll help you learn to control your powers! I’ll do everything in my power to protect you!” Tony says.

“How do you know my name?” You ask.

“I’ll tell you, but you have to step away from the edge.” Tony says and you nod, taking several steps towards Tony, when he goes to reach for you and you flinch away. “I’m sorry!”

“No, it’s just I don’t want to hurt you.” You whisper.

“You won’t hurt me I promise.” Tony says.

“You can’t possibly know that.” You murmur. “You don’t even know me.”

“I may not know you now, but I’m going to. Bruce and I have been waiting for you, for a very long time.” Tony says.

“You could have just looked me up, I’m not that hard to find.” You say.

“We couldn’t risk it.” Tony murmurs.

“Risk what?” You ask.

“Our future, our love, our family.” Tony says. 

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Warnings: death, suicide, language, major angst, medical situations, hospitals

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A few minutes later, they heard a scream. 

“We are here to celebrate the life of YN, a daughter, sister, and friend, who was taken too soon.”

The Ackles’ held back tears as they leaned into each other in the front row of the church. They had flashbacks to that horrible night where they found JJ screaming after she saw YN on the floor of her own room. YN had a seizure- and it killed her.

Danneel gave the eulogy, a very sweet remembrance of her daughter. Next, Jensen sang one of YN’s favorite songs while playing guitar. He couldn't make it through the whole song without excusing himself. Jensen brought the shoulder strap over his head and put it back on the stand.

He walked out of the sanctuary. Danneel chased after him. To keep the schedule, friends and family shared their memories of her with the attendees while Jensen and Danneel talked in the foyer.

“Jay! I know, I know. Come here,” Danneel grabbed Jensen’s arm, spun him around, and attacked him with the biggest hug she could muster.

“I can’t, Dee! She’s gone! YN is- was- my girl. How-“

“Me too, Jay. Come here,” Danneel pulled him into an empty side room. They sat down on an old pew. “Lie down,” she positioned herself so that his head was in her lap. She ran her fingers through his hair. “Cry, baby, I’m right there too.”

———-

“AHHH!” Jensen woke himself up from a nightmare with a shout.

“Mr. Ackles?” A doctor walked up to where Jensen was seated in YN’s hospital room.

“Yes, ma’am?” He stood, rubbed his eyes and shook her hand.

YN is alive. Breathe.

“I’m Dr. Mariah. I came to check on YN earlier, but you had fallen asleep. Is now a good time for me to update you on her status?”

“Oh, yes. Of course,” he walked into the hallway with her.

“She had what we call a tonic-clonic seizure. It’s also known as a grand mal. Since she was asleep and you were not close by while it was occurring, we don’t know how many she has had tonight. Have you heard of this kind of seizure before?”

“She has had seizures previously, but I don’t know the name for it.”

“Well, these can be very severe, sir,” the doctor plainly stated. “Her brain is fighting the reorganization that has gone on. She is very tired as you can tell.”

“So, will she be okay?”

“She has to wake up first, Mr. Ackles. YN is probably exhausted. Her brain and body have been through a lot. That would be my guess as to why she has not even stirred yet,” the doctor reiterated.

“Okay, thank you,” Jensen sadly shook her hand. After she left the hallway, Jensen called his wife to update her.

————

“No, nothing,” Jensen answered Jared’s question over the phone.

“Damn, that girl is stubborn,” he responded.

Jensen chuckled. “Always has been.”

“The nanny, Gen, and I will take the kids. Dee should be there soon.”

“I knew I loved you,” Jensen said. “Thanks, man.”

“Don’t ever deny it!” Jared laughed.

———-

YN’s eyes opened. Her head hurt, and she was disoriented. She frantically tried to get up from the bed.

“No, YN!” Danneel put her hands over YN’s as she tried to get rid of her tubes.

“Hey! YN, you’re okay. Relax, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart? I know that voice. 

YN froze after the prompts from her parents. She took in her surroundings and dropped the tubes that were occupying her hands.  

“You’re okay, YN,” Jensen said calmly. YN’s muscles relaxed, and she leaned back on the bed.

“Umm- Da- Danneel? Jo-, no. Jensen.”

“Yes, sweetheart. You’re safe, I promise.”

“Thank goodness. You’re awake,” Danneel sighed.

She barely remembered our names. Short term memory loss, says the doctor. We can deal with this. 

———

A few days after YN woke up, she was released to go home.

“What are your meds still doing here? I gave them to you five minutes ago, kiddo,” Danneel handed the pills to YN. “You can’t leave them out. The babies will think they are candy.”

“Oh. Sorry, Dee,” YN said solemnly.  

“Are you okay?”

“Perfect, why?”

“You only say ‘perfect’ when you aren’t perfect, YN,” Danneel chuckled at the irony. YN started crying suddenly. “What, baby? Why are you upset?”

“That night-“ she sniffled. “I didn’t take them on purpose. I’M SORRY, OKAY… I’m so sorry,” YN whispered and ran into Danneel’s arms.

Danneel accepted the hug, but she was miffed.

“What? You skipped your meds?” Danneel backed away and put her hands on YN’s shoulders so that they were face-to-face. The daughter nodded. “Why? Why would you put yourself in danger like that?”

“I couldn’t- I didn’t think I could do it anymore,” YN cried loudly. “The seizures, school, family stuff. I can’t catch a break! I thought if I didn’t take the pills, I might have a really big seizure and then problem solved. I’m so sorry, Dee!” Danneel’s shirt was soaking wet from YN’s tears.

She tried to- ah shit. 

“Oh, sweet girl!” Danneel gasped and held back her own tears as she pulled her oldest child into her chest. YN started shaking and collapsed to the floor.  Danneel went down with her to ease the fall. “Don’t you EVER scare me like that again. You understand me?” Danneel put her palms on YN’s cheeks and shook her wrists. She jostled YN just enough to keep her attention. “Don’t you dare think that you are a mistake or forgotten!” Danneel wrapped her arms around YN, and YN nodded vigorously.

“I know! I’m so sorry! I just-“

“You are so valuable, why can’t you see that?” Danneel said out of desperation rather than anger.

As emotions settled, they FaceTimed Jared together to work through what to do next while seated on the kitchen floor.

“Oh, YN. I got you. We all do. Please come to us next time. We love you,” said Jared.

“I know.”

After Danneel and YN calmed down with Jared, Jensen was alerted of the situation. He wanted to fly home immediately, but his girls refused.

“No, Jensen. I’m good. Stay at work.  I’ll do whatever you want, just stay there. Dee and I got this for now.”

“No-“

“Yes, Jay. We’re fine.” Danneel assured him.

“Okay, but you have to call me every day, YN. If I call, you pick up, got it?” Jensen expectantly waited for an answer.

“Yes, I promise,” she smiled. “I know you’ll fly home and kick my ass if I don’t.”

“Damn straight.  And you do whatever Jared suggests. ALL of it.”

“Yes, sir” YN sighed in relief.

————

The next few weeks were difficult, but the family got into a rhythm again. YN had promised to pick up some structured hobbies to keep busy and got a referral for Jared’s therapist.

“Mom! It’s here!” YN yelled with excitement.

“Okay, Cool.  When are you going to give it to him?” Danneel asked.

“This weekend. He’ll be gone for cons later in the month.” YN realized.

—————

“Hey, Jensen! Can you grab my license? I left it in the counter!” YN yelled into the kitchen.

“You just got this in the mail yesterday, kiddo. Don’t lose it,” he walked it over to her.

Her plan was going swimmingly.

“Hey, that’s weird. Look at my name.” She handed it back to him.

YN MN ACKLES

“That’s not right. Did they accidentally put the wrong name?” Jensen looked at it again.

“Actually… I changed my last name. Dee helped.”

“What?” He was taking it all in. “You did this? Your last name is really Ackles?”

“Well, yeah. I don’t even know the man who I got MY last name from.  Why would I keep it when I am an Ackles anyway?” She beamed.

“You are so sneaky! Come here, YN!” He opened his stance. YN ran into his arms. He picked her up, spun her around, and then they crash-landed on the couch.

“I love you, Dad.”

———-

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Evening News

Evening News

Square Filled: Book/News Editor Sam Pairing: Sam x Reader, ofcs.  Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing Summary: Tuesdays are hard, Tuesdays dealing with your boss harder. Word Count: 1260 Written/Created for @spnaubingo  

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“Y/L/N!” Mr Peters voice bellowed from his office.

Standing up you walked towards his office, watching him through the glass you knew you were done for, taking a breath you knocked on his open door.

“Yes sir?”

“Get in here, shut the door.” He snapped as he stood up and walked around his desk. Closing the door you turned around and waited for the shouting to start. “Care to explain why I recieved the exact same article from you and from Miss Jones?”

“I don’t know.”

“Or how about the fact you sent yours twenty minutes after Miss Jones did?”

“What? You think I copied her? It was my article she wasn’t even on this, I can show you my notes and my drafts.”

“Fine, show me.” Peters waved his hand towards the door.

Walking towards your desk you opened the second drawer down and reached for your notebooks, both of which were gone.

“My notebooks are gone.”

“How convenient.”

“My drafts, I have them saved.” You sat down at your desk, searching the documents you tried to hold it together when you realised they were gone. “Or not.”

“Back in my office.” Peters snapped.

Standing up you glanced towards Sam Winchester’s office, he was focused on something on his screen, as Peters walked by he glanced up.

“So why’d you do it?” Peters asked.

“I didn’t.”

“Well, everything is telling me you did.”

“I promise you I didn’t.”

“Plagiarism isn’t taken lightly here.”

“Sir I know.”

“So why steal from Miss Jones?”

“I-”

“Y/N, this is serious, for now, you’re suspended.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry but we can’t have thieves in the company.”

“I’m not a fucking thief, I wrote that article, I had four drafts on my computer, I had notes in my notebooks and they’re gone along with my drafts, I don’t know what’s going on but I wrote the article and I didn’t steal anything.”

“Wow.” Peters looked at you wide-eyed, his gaze falling over your shoulder.

Turning you looked at the chest of Mr Winchester.

“Sir, I’m so sorry.” You stammered taking a step away from him.

“No need Miss Y/L/N.” He smiled at you.

“Sam she’s copied an article word for word, lord knows what else she’s stolen.”

“She didn’t steal the article, she wrote it.”

“What?” Peters looked at you.

“A few months ago she started adding me to her emails, she’s been sending her articles to me as well as you.”

“I have?” You looked at Sam, your brows furrowed.

“Yes.”

“Why haven’t you said anything about her emailing the editor in chief every day?”Peter’s asked Sam.

“Honestly because I love everything she writes, she’s talented and that’s why I overrule you when you try to push bullshit work.”

“Sir.”

“No, firstly you’re going to apologise to Miss Y/L/N.”

“Sir, we don’t know who sent the email first.”

“Peters I’ve been reading both Y/N and Jones’ work for months, I know who writes what, the more serious issue is where is Charlotte Jones?”

“Sir.”

“And where’s Miss Y/L/N’s property? What happened to her drafts?” Sam questioned.

“We will find out, I’ll speak to security.”

“Get myself and Miss Y/L/N a cup of coffee or whatever she wants, I want to talk to her.”

“Y/N?” Peters asked his gaze dropping from Sam.

“Coffee please.” You smiled at him, watching his fists clench as he walked away.

“Come to my office.” Sam ushered you towards the room a few down and closed the door behind you.

“Sir, I’m so sorry I didn’t know I was sending every article to you.”

“Don’t apologise your writing is amazing, more than once I’ve overruled, I only met you a few months ago, Y/N you’re so talented.”

“Sir I -”

“Here’s your drinks.” Peters walked in and gave you and Sam a cup each.

“Thanks.”

“If you need me I’ll be next door.” Peters began to walk out.

“We won’t” Sam made sure he heard him as Peters shut the door. “Fucking asshole.”

“Excuse me?”

“He’s sleeping with Charlotte.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I’ve known for a few weeks it hasn’t affected anything until today, workplace relationships are fine until crap like this happens.”

“Well then.”

“I’ve never liked him.” Sam glanced over at him through the glass walls. “I’ll find out what’s going on, I’ll get something sorted.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s okay if you want to go home for the day you can.”

“Thank you.”

“I may be being really forward and inappropriate here but would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?”

“Really? You want to take me to dinner?”

“Yes, if you don’t want to just forget I ever asked.”

“No actually, I’d love to.”

“I’m heading home, you really want to mess with Peters?”

“Yes.” You smiled at Sam.

“Come on then.” He stood up grabbing his coat and briefcase, his hand rested on your lower back as he walked you through the office to your desk, grabbing your coat and handbag you took a glance over your shoulder at Peters’ office, his eyes were wide and following your every move with Sam by your side.

“He’s watching us.”

“He will be, he’s going to be in shit tomorrow.” Sam smirked. “Wait till the investigation starts.”

Walking downstairs with Sam close behind you saw Charlotte. “Hey, Charlotte!” You called giving her a wave.

“Hey, are you okay, you leaving or something?”

“What? No, just going for dinner aren’t we?” You looked up at Sam.

“Yeah.” Sam nodded putting on his coat.

“Have you seen my notebooks? I can’t find them anywhere.” You watched her eyes flit between you and Sam.

“Erm, yeah you left them on my desk.” She lied.

“Oh okay, could have sworn they were in my drawer, can you leave them on my desk please?”

“Yeah, sure, have a nice meal.” She dropped her head and walked by Sam.

“Just so you know I’ve emailed everyone who needs to know about what’s going on, It will be sorted within the week,” Sam whispered, his hand resting on your lower back.

“Thank you, so where are we going for dinner?”

“Wherever you want.” Sam shrugged.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You stopped walking and looked at Sam.

“Because I like you, and I just really want to get to know you.” He smiled at you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He bit his lip as he smiled.

“You stop doing that.”

“What?”

“Your lip, stop because I really want to kiss you and we’re in the lobby so I can’t.”

“Come here.” He took your hand and led you towards the basement carpark, his hand was still in yours as he stopped at a black classic car.

“Nice car.”

“It’s my brothers, mine is in for repair.” He mumbled, opening the trunk he threw his brief case in, he took your handbag from you and put it in, slamming it shut he pushed you against it.

“Sam.” You breathed, his hands were on your waist one of them moving up to cup your cheek.

“Yeah?” He asked before kissing you, his arm wrapped around you pulling you closer to him.

You pulled away breathless, his forehead resting against yours. “You want to skip dinner?”

“God yes.” He grinned before kissing you again. “I should have asked you to dinner sooner.”

“Yeah, you should have.” You laughed.

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Coffee Shops & Carrot Cake (Part 4)

Title: Coffee Shops & Carrot Cake (Part 4) Pairing: firefighter!dean x reader au Summary: Carrot cupcakes and a fireman. Coffee shops and a hot fireman. Coffee shops, carrot cupcakes, and a hot fireman. Sounds like a nice equation for an awkward girl to embarrass the hell out of herself and maybe try something new. Words: 1841

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“I’m gonna throw up.”

“Stop it, you’ll be fine.”

“What if he tries to kiss me?! I haven’t kissed anyone, Kyle! I am a naive child.”

“Stop picking at your nails, they just finished drying like 20 minutes ago.” Kyle swats my hands down as she pins a braid back into the stylishly messy bun at the back of my head. Pulling a few strands loose around my face, she takes a step back and looks over her work. “I. Am. So. Good.”

Looking in the mirror, I take inventory. She’s put on concealer where I need it, a light wash of eyeshadow over my eyes to define them, mascara, and some lip balm. She’s also groomed my eyebrows which are still sore, but very uniform. Little chunks of hair frame my face and I tuck them behind my ears - which Kyle immediately pulls around to the front again. I give her a strange look. “Why did you do that?”

She rolls her eyes. “I put those there on purpose! So he can look into your eyes and tuck a piece behind your ear and it’ll be a moment.” She looks off with a dreamy look on her face for a few seconds and comes back to me. “Just let him take the lead, he seems like that kind of guy. The kind who can take the lead when they need to.”

“So he’ll be my babysitter is what you’re saying.”

“No, he’ll be your manly man. Take care of you.”

“He’s known me for a week! I’m not his responsibility, nor his priority.”

“Hey, I got a good feeling about this one. Just because he’ll be your first everything, doesn’t mean he won’t be the one. You don’t have to date around to find them, sometimes they just appear when they need to. Like my sister and her husband, they were really the only people either of them dated.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, Kyle. With my luck, he’ll just think-” a knock on the door interrupts my words and I feel all the blood drain from my face. Kyle runs to the door with a grin on her face and greets who we both know is Dean.

I hear her talking to him, “I’ll go grab her, take a seat, make yourself at home.”

She comes back to my room to grab me, “Come.”

“Kyle, I’m gonna puke, I can’t, I’ve never done this!”

“I know, come,” she grabs my hands, puts herself behind me and pushes me all the way to the living room, “here she is!”

“Here I am…” I echo, my heart beating 80 miles an hour.

“I’m gonna go do some more bookwork. You, sir,” she points at Dean sternly, “ have her home no later than tomorrow afternoon.” She winks and scampers off while I stare at her with wide eyes. He just chuckles and runs his hand along my forearm to get my attention.

“You ready? I planned today simple, just coffee and maybe a nice evening walk. Does that sound okay?” I look up at him and take a deep breath, because I need air to respond, but nothing comes out. He smiles and takes my hand, leading me outside.

The drive wasn’t long, and we pulled up to Kyle’s Koffee in about ten minutes. Dean had played some 70’s rock music quietly throughout the drive and I found myself with my eyes closed, relaxing to the music. Opening my eyes, I see Dean is already outside my door; he’s a ninja, I swear. He smiles at me and opens it and I stand still when I notice the way the sunset reflects facets through his eyes. Closing the door behind me, he takes my hand and leads me to the entrance where he finds a quiet window table in the back fairly quickly.

Once we’re seated, I wait for the awkward silence to begin. But it doesn’t.

“So have you always liked baking or is it a newfound hobby?” He asks me right before picking up the little one page menu to see what options he has.

“I guess it’s always been something I’ve done. But it wasn’t until Kyle opened up her shop about two years ago that I actually started making a living off of it.”

“If she hadn’t opened up the coffee shop, do you think you’d still be baking as a job? I ask because here’s the thing, I like pie. Really like pie. Really, really, like pie.”

I giggle before plucking the menu from his hands. “Probably. My whole life if I wasn’t doing homework or sleeping or eating, I was trying new things to bake and making my friends taste everything. So far my top rated treats are my carrot cupcakes, sweet strawberry and rhubarb pie, and my sweet cherry pie.” Silence.

“Sweet… sweet cherry pie? I… am so glad I asked you out.”

Leaning forward I tease, “I’m assuming you like cherry pies?”

“Sweetheart I love all pie, but sweet cherry pie? If it was a woman I would marry it without question. Just the girl for me.” He reaches out to play with my fingers and I notice a ring on his right ring finger. It’s a double-banded silver ring and I can’t help but wonder why he’s wearing it.

“Well in that case, I think you’re wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger there, Dean.”

He looks down at his hand and a strange look comes across his face, both somber and loving at the same time. “It was my mom’s. She gave it to me when I was really little, on a necklace. She got it from my grandfather - a tough guy to like, but still her dad. When he died, she took it, and I would always play with it when I was with her. She had to swat my hands away all the time so she could do the simplest things.

“I wore the necklace until I realized that it finally fit me and I’ve worn it on my hand ever since. Makes me feel like she’s always holding my hand, I guess. I’m a hand holder, if you couldn’t tell. I was a mama’s boy too, am a mama’s boy. I held her hand everywhere we went - my dad would get so annoyed because he could never get to her before I did.”

I smile. “That’s so cute. It’s sweet that you wear it all the time. Your mom sounds sweet, always letting you be like a little koala.” Dean begins to redirect the conversation to me, seeing as how I try to avoid talking about myself as much as possible and I open up to him, somewhat easier compared to how I normally am.

Our date continues, Dean ordering a black coffee and myself ordering a hot chocolate. Like I told Kyle earlier, naive child. We both decide to order a pastry to share and after about 45 minutes, Dean has paid the bill and led us back outside.

“So now where are we off to?” I ask, walking slightly behind him to admire the way he walks. The man has a thing with the bow legs and the way he holds himself, it demands an analysis.

He turns his head and stops walking, holding his hand out to me. I take it, hoping my palms aren’t sweaty considering I didn’t dry them off on my jeans. “Have you ever been to Magnolia Park during the holidays?”

I shake my head, “Well, they decorate it and it has a nice view of the city lights. Little benches and the woodland animals like to play. I figured it’d be nice to just relax there a bit.”

Dean just keeps bringing the smiles to  my  face. “That sounds really nice.”

He shrugs. “It seemed like something you’d be into and I like going there on some of my days off.” The park is only a few blocks away, so I tell Dean not worry about driving us. It’d be a waste of gas. I mean, as badass as his car is, I don’t think it’s the most economic. I make it a point to tell him this. Dean throws his head back as he laughs and lets go of my hand to wrap his arm around my waist as we walk.

We stay at the park for a while and I’ll admit, I squealed a bit when I see that all the little fairy lights twinkle. It’s just so pretty! Dean and I talk for I don’t know how long; long enough that the sun has gone down and the moon has risen high in the sky. With the night comes a breeze and my knit cardigan is no longer enough to shield me from the wind. Dean notices and shrugs off his jacket to reveal just another layer because that’s just who he is as a person, apparently. He drapes it over me and as I’m about to shrug it off and give it back to him, he gives me this look. I move to push my arms through the sleeves.

Eventually we make our way back to the car and he drives me home. On the drive back I finally realize how tired I am and start to doze a bit. When we reach my house he gently tucks some of those strands of hair, that Kyle strategically placed in front of my face, behind my ear and I come back to reality.

We walk to my front door, where Kyle has left the porch light on. My nerves make themselves known once again and I reach for the door handle when his large one takes a hold of my wrist. Turning my head to look at him, he slowly pulls me in for a warm hug and, maybe a bit to eagerly, I return it. Looking up at him he moves his face closer to mine and repeats his actions from the other day, kissing my cheek, close to the corner of my mouth.

This time I smile and lean up to press my own kiss to his scratchy cheek. I move my hands up to wrap my arms around his neck, push up on my toes to rest my head against his neck and say quietly, “Thanks for tonight. It was really, really nice.”

A quiet chuckle rumbles through his chest as he responds, “I’m glad. Thanks for letting me take you out. I was worried you were gonna stand me up for a bit.”

“Honestly, I was about to and then Kyle made me do things. So thank her,” I laugh.

He hums, “I think I will. Goodnight, Y/N. Sleep well, I call you tomorrow.”

Pulling away from the hug, I nod. “Text me when you get home, please.”

Walking backwards toward his car, he grins. “Will do. Sweet dreams!”

“You, too!” I wave and step inside my doorway.

Closing the door I rest against it and sigh. Maybe new things are good.

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Don’t Fear the Reaper Chapter 70: Visitor

Sam Winchester x Reader

1200 Words

Story Summary:  You are a reaper, actually one of Death’s favorites.  You’ve been following the story of the Winchesters for a while, staying out of sight, never letting them see you. You slowly fall in love with Sam, even though he doesn’t know you exist. But that all changes one day.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

A/N: Sorry this hasn’t been updated in forever. I just didn’t feel connected to it for a while. 

Kevin’s voice could be heard through the entire cabin as he yelled for Sam. Cas stayed by your side, as another pain wracked your body. “Cas, what do you think is happening?” You whispered, extremely scared.

“Do you want the truth? Or as I’ve been told to say, the sugar-coated truth?” He asked.

Trying to take deep, calming breaths, you groaned your answer. “The truth. The whole truth, no matter how painful it might be.”

“In my opinion, it’s your Reaper’s body reacting to the pregnancy. A Reaper is not supposed to be pregnant, and your body might be fighting it.” Cas answered, exactly as you were afraid he would.

“Y/N!” Sam yelled, rushing through the door, his chest heaving as he came to stand next to you. “Kevin said that you’re in pain. Is it…the baby?”

“Sam, I don’t know.” You answered truthfully as another pain erupted in your lower abdomen, and you winced in pain.

“Cas, can’t you do something?” Sam pleaded with his friend as he kneeled next to the bed.

“I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do. We just need to wait and see what’s causing this.” Cas spoke softly, before leaving you and Sam alone.

Reaching out, he grasped your hand, squeezing it gently. “Y/N, I…” Sam started, coming to a stop. His words seemed to vanish, and you totally understood why. After all, this was his baby too.

“Sam, I don’t know what’s happening. It’s not like there’s a guidebook to pregnancy as a Reaper.” You spoke softly. “There’s a good chance that one of us, the baby or I will not survive this pregnancy. But I’m willing to take that chance, to start a family with you.”

“But I don’t want to lose you. If it comes to that…” He cried, his hazel eyes feeling up with tears.

“Then you’ll raise our daughter. Cas will help you, I know he will. If she has any sort of powers, he will be the one to turn to.” You insisted, both of you hating the way this conversation was going.

“Maybe this is just growing pains, and you’ll both be okay.” Sam whispered, both of you hoping that was the case.

Feeling exhausted suddenly, you reached up, cupping Sam’s cheek. “Can we talk about this later?” You asked him. “I feel like taking a nap.”

Leaning forward, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Rest. We’ll figure this out later.”

______________________

You had fallen asleep quickly, the nerves and pain exhausting you. Sleeping fitfully, you dreamt of ghosts and hospital rooms. Death and black windowless rooms. They weren’t reassuring dreams, and you woke up even more tired than before.

Darkness had fallen outside, your room chilly and dark. Wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, you slowly rose from the bed, nervously waiting for the pain to come back. When seconds ticked by and nothing happened, you decided to leave the room, and find the rest of the group.

Heading down the hallway, you heard hushed whispers coming from the main room. Just murmurs, nothing you could understand. As you started to round the corner, the entire cabin shook, lightning cracking outside the window.

“What the hell?” Dean grumbled. Taking the short strides to stand next to Sam, you held onto him as the cabin shook once again.

Sam’s arm came to wrap around your shoulders, just as the wind picked up outside. Blowing hard enough to whip the trees around outside, the wind was strong enough to blow the windchime from the porch. With a sinking feeling in your gut, you knew exactly what this meant.

“Sam, you guys need to run. Please.” You begged, but it was too late. The front door slammed open, breaking off it’s hinges with the force. “Sam, go!” You tried again, pushing against him, but it was like pushing a brick wall. He wasn’t leaving you there.

Dean pulled his gun from his back pocket, holding it in front of him as a familiar lean figure strode through the front door, his cane entering before him. “Hello Y/N.” Death spoke with authority as he came to stand in front of you. “It’s been a while.”

“Death.” You tried to speak calmly, even though you had no idea what was going to happen.

“I see you have some unique company. Two hunters, an Angel and a prophet. Not to mention the life growing inside you.” He stated, tapping his cane, making a chair scoot over behind him. Perching on the edge of the chair, he nodded his head towards you. Sitting down on the couch, you watched as Sam moved to sit next to you. “I don’t think so Sam Winchester. This is between Y/N and I.”

With another tap of his cane, the rest of your group were gone, leaving you alone in the room with the formidable Death. “Y/N, I was very disappointed when you ran from me. For a while I wanted nothing more than to smite you.”

“I’m sorry.” You hung your head, hoping he wouldn’t take it out on you now.

“Don’t’ be.” He surprised you. “Because you stayed with Sam, we have some interesting new developments. Mainly that girl growing inside you. She’s the reason I came to visit you.”

“Please, don’t take my baby.” You pleaded.

“Nonsense. I’m not here to take your daughter. At least not yet. The best place for her to grow up is in your company, with hunters and an Angel to teach her the ways of the world. But she is powerful, more powerful than even you can imagine.” He answered, seeming back to his old self, the one that favored you.

“Sir, if it’s not too much, can I ask a question?” You asked him, and he nodded his head. “Well, today I’ve had some severe pains, and I’m scared.”

“My dear, we have nothing to go on. You’re the first Reaper to ever be pregnant, and we won’t know if these pains are normal or not.” He spoke as he stood up. Coming over to you, he placed his hand on your stomach. Normally, his touch would kill a normal human, but it did nothing to you. It was almost comforting. “Ooh, that’s interesting.” He spoke, more to himself than you, but it made you nervous all the same.

Seconds ticked by, before he stepped away, steepling his fingers together. “I think I know what the problem is. Your daughter as I said is very powerful. She wants to be born, and I have a feeling your pregnancy will not be as long as a normal person. These pains are your body trying to accommodate her. The next weeks will be hard on you, but I have a feeling you’re strong enough to overcome them. And as an honorary grandfather, I will be stopping by to check on you.”  

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[jayankles]

Something New

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1144

Warnings: SMUT. Gun play. Fingering. No plot whatsoever

Summary: You and Dean try out something new.

A/N – My entry for @impala-dreamer ’s OP4A Challenge: ‘If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were tryng to kill me.’ was the prompt. And this is also a fic for my Get Your Kink On Challenge which was ironically requested by @impala-dreamer who said: Oooh! Could you do a dean x reader with #36 (Gun Play) please? Thank you! I’m sorry if this is shitty, I’ve been ill for the past couple of days so please forgive me if it sucks.

‘Are you sure you want to do this? Dean hesitated, biting at his bottom lip, contemplating your proposal.

You nod enthusiastically, ‘yes! Just make sure that thing is clean so we can do it and get down and do the dirty.’ You leap out of your seat and kiss the corner of Dean’s mouth before you skipped down the hall and into your bedroom.

Cleaning at the last minute, you tossed your shoes onto the rug, and your jacket was thrown over the back of the chair. Before you could finish swiping at the table, a hand closed around your throat and something metallic was pressed against your temple.

It was hard to breath but the pressure was just enough to make it hot and turn you on; it wasn’t like when the monsters you hunted were trying to harm you.

‘You’re not going to make a sound until I tell you to, understood?’ The voice was deep and gruff, and just like the other times, it made you weak in the knees. So mush so that it almost made you relax in the man’s embrace. You nodded in comprehension, his fingers still flexing around your neck but lose enough so that you could speak.

‘If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to kill me, Dean.’

He huffs then growls in your ear, his fingers tense and bring you closer to his body, feeling his cloth covered erection digging in the small of your back. ‘What the fuck did I just say, huh?’

Pulling away the hand that was wrapped around your neck and the gun, he pushes you forward onto the bed. ‘I will kill you if you don’t listen to me. You do not speak unless you are spoken to. Are we clear?’ Dean straddles the back of your thigh and leans over your body, your hair now in a makeshift ponytail in Dean’s fist

‘Yes.’ You breathe roughly into the pillow.

Dean yanks your head back forcefully, ‘what was that?’

‘Y-Yes sir.’

Pushing himself away from you, he kisses, licks and sucks at your ear lobe. ‘Good girl. On all fours. Lemme see that pussy.’

Once Dean’s weight has been lifted off of you do as he says, obeying his every command as he dishes them out. You take off every article of clothing that’s on your body. You’re on your knees, on the edge of the bed, spread apart so he can see the opening of your entrance. You make sure that your ass is in the air and your back is arched so he can get a good look at what he wants.

Adjusting your arms, you pull the pillow in between them because you know things are going to get loud and rough.

He’s already discarded his clothes, making a mess on the floor that you just cleaned but you are too wound up to care.

Moving quickly, he’s pressed up against you in an instant, his erection curled against his belly but resting on your pussy giving you the tiniest bit of friction; you can’t help but moan at the sensation that is flowing through you.

Leaning forward, Dean pinches, twists and rolls your nipples between his fingers, tugging at them when he wants to hear you moan at the pleasurable pain he is putting you through.

When he’s satisfied, he gives one final tug to each nipple.

Suddenly and without warning, Dean shoves two of his long, thick fingers into your aching cunt. With pace, he pumps them into you, scissoring you open even further. His quickness never falters until he hits that sweet spot inside, toying with it for a while until your first orgasm explodes out of you and you come around his fingers.

You’re so high on the pleasure that you don’t notice he’s gone, until something freezing cold touches the top of your neck. It drags down the length of your spine and traces over the globes of your ass before coming back up and grazing your folds.

His fingers has opened you up so much that the gun easily slides in, the tip of the gun hitting against your cervix and you really feel it. Feel the rough edges and dips of the gun. Feel the intensity of it all. Feel the butt of the gun against your exposed skin. Feel the constrast of the different heats. Cold gun against the fire in your pussy, you feel it all and it leaves you reeling. You want more but how? He’s told you that you cannot speak unless he tells you to.

Dean knows exactly how. He gun back and it feels like the weapon is vibrating with how fast he’s going. In your mind you start to think of the Flash. Somehow he pushes the gun deeper into your heat.

Gripping on the pillow tightly, your knuckles shot out and turned a paler colour from the strength you had put into it. Your shaky moans fill the room, you grunt, groan and whimper at the perfect pressure inside of you. Pushing back against the gun, moving in unison with it, going back as it came forward.

As soon as Dean felt your thighs quivering under his ministrations, his free hand hooked around your groin, the tip of his fingers easily finding your sensitive bundle of nerves, Dean rubs quickly. Your incoherent words grew louder as you neared your second finish. When you were ready to explode, Dean removed the gun and haphazardly tossed it somewhere on the bed behind you.

In a matter of seconds, the gun is replaced with his cock and he’s thrusting into you, his pelvis slapping against your ass. His pace is punishing and you’re so close to letting go, so close to tipping over the edge and you need that little extra push so you risk your chances, one of your hands entwines with his, guiding his fingers to pinch the sides of your clit. When he doesn’t object, you tighten your fingers and it is a whole other level of pleasure that you have reached.

Dean gives one final thrust and you come undone, pulsing around him, sending him into his own orgasm, tumbling over the edge. When you’re both spent, you collapse into a heap of sweating, panting messes.

‘Why didn’t we do that earlier?’ Dean breathes, his thumb running over your bottom lip before he leans in to kiss you.

You smile at his tenderness, a complete contrast from a few minutes ago. ‘I don’t know but I didn’t know that side of you existed. I like it.’ You kiss his nose and comment on how hot that was.

His eyes flutter closed as he drifts of, you curl into him and pull the covers over you as you fall into a state of complete and utter bliss.

Lemme know what you think…

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[deepdisireslonging]

Last of the Season

Sam drags Team Free Will to a farmer’s market. The reader finds a way to keep Dean from complaining the whole day, teasing him until she gets rewarded for it.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: smutty food puns, SMUT, oral (female receiving), another bad vegetable reference, implied further smut

Word Count: 1509

Note: I wrote a fall aesthetic fic earlier and felt like doing another… with a smutty twist. I hope you guys like it. Comments and reblogs super appreciated. Enjoy!

Dean was grumbling before he pulled into the parking lot. Not only had Sam made everyone come out for some fresh air (“We’re all going stir crazy, Dean! Come on.”) but Dean had to drive too. That was partially his fault. “Keep your grubby-organic hands off my steering wheel,” is what you’re pretty sure you heard.

You, on the other hand, were almost as excited as Sam. It was getting to be the best part of the year for autumn produce. Cute pumpkins, cider, blackberries, apples, and the last of the summer delights. As much as you wanted to keep stride with Sam, you hung back with Dean. An idea had been brewing in your mind on the way over. And there was no way in heaven, hell, or purgatory that Dean wasn’t going to enjoy it. Or eventually take it further.

“Why are we here again?” Dean asked for the dozenth time.

“Because you were grumpy and dragging us all down with you.” You linked your arm with his. “Not everything in the world has to be for you, ya know.” With a smile, you bumped your body against his.

The frown dispersed a little. Not by much, but a little.

Up ahead there was another vegetable stand. One of dozens. But the purple plant on the front table caught your eye.

Time to enact your plan.

Pacing ahead, you went straight for it. “How much are the eggplants?” As the woman told you the amount, you weighed the plant in your hand. It had a healthy heft. Nice natural curve. And with the way you eyed Dean, he knew you were up to something. “I’ll take this one. Thank you.”

He caught up within a few steps. “Y/N-“

“Hmm…”

“What are you doing?”

“Making the day interesting.” You stood on your tiptoes so you could whisper in his ear. “I’m pretty sure you’re grumpy because you’re horny. Why not put your patience to the test.” Before he could grab for you, you’d passed him the bag and were headed down the row.

Again you easily outpaced him. Between a stand of squashes and a rare berries-only set-up, you saw a delectable array of fruit. Several caught your eye. One, in particular, would work perfectly with your plan. You’d save it for last. To keep Dean from seeing them, you loaded up his arms with apples.

He held onto them. Confused, his eyes flitted between the fruit and your chest. “Am I supposed to be comparing them to… something?”

“Head out of the gutter, dear. No. I was considering making you a pie, but if you’re not interested-“

Several more apples joined your selection. He paid for them himself. Then he almost dropped the bag as you held two plums in the palm of your hand. They bobbled between your fingers. Something in his throat constricted. The movements he was seeing looked familiar. Like something he was used to feeling lower on his body- Dean shuffled. It was difficult to adjust with two hands full of fruit.

You gave them to the man to add to your sale. A small gasp passed your lips. “Those look good.”

The farmer looked over the booth and smiled. “Ah, yes. Just picked them yesterday. Kind of sad lookin’, this late in the season. But sweet as can be. You can have one if you’d like.”

Eagerly you picked the reddest cherry you could see. You closed your mouth over it, stem and all. How did that trick go again?

Dean nearly dropped the bags. The concentration on your face could only mean one trick. And he personally knew what your mouth could do once you’d set your mind to a goal. He puffed out a strangled breath as you triumphantly pulled out the stem. It had a perfect knot in the center.

“That was good. I’ll take whatever two dollars can get me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He started bagging the cherries, mumbling to himself. “Haven’t seen that in years.”

At the far end of the booth was one basket of bright fuzzy fruit. You brought a peach close to your nose and inhaled its sweet scent. Such a small selection could only mean they were the last of the season. And hard to find in this climate. There were only about a dozen or so left. Mentally you calculated how many you’d need for the team.

“How many of those, ma’am?”

“Just two,” Dean said, coming up behind you.

“But what about Sam-“

“Sam can get his own peaches,” he growled into the spot behind your ear.

Mission accomplished.

“Pay the man so I can take you home.”

“Yes, sir.”

***

Luckily Sam and Cas were done just as you’d made it back to the Impala, or they would have been walking home. They had to unpack the load themselves. Dean dragged you out of your seat before the there’d been a chance to beg otherwise.

He pinned you to the inside of his door, fumbling with the lock until it clicked, and then fumbling with your clothes until there wasn’t a stitch on your body.

“Do you know what you do to me, woman?” He nipped at the underside of your jaw, making you gasp. “That was quite the tease today. If I had any idea what you could suggest with a bunch of produce, I might have come along sooner.”

You giggled. “Just be glad they didn’t have pineapple. Then I’d have been too sweet to handle.” With a squeal, you fell on the bed as Dean spun you around.

“Never. You’re never too much for me. Now the other way around-“ Dean pulled you to the end of the bed and kneeled. You could only see the top half of his face over the top f your body. Those green eyes glowed with wild-like hunger. “Let me know if I become too much for you.”

As much as you wanted to poke “unlikely” at him, you were soon too busy fisting the sheets to sass back. You clamped your hand over your mouth. By now, Sam and Cas had to be done with the food. And there was a risk they could hear you. A sharp nip to the inside of your thigh changed your mind.

“Nah-ah, sweetheart. I don’t care if all of Kansas can hear you. You know what to do.” He groaned as you fisted your hand in his hair instead.

The obscene sounds that came from between your legs made you quake. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, Dean was ravenous for you every hour of the day. He made good on that lust by devouring your peach like it was the last time he’d ever taste it. Wrecked, you bucked towards his face. Dean let you, only pinning you down when he realized you were getting close.

Whimpers, soft cries, loud shouts of his name, you gave it all. Then he clamped one arm down over your stomach. And he added slow curling fingers to his feasting. Your body dripped for him. He lapped and sucked up every drop loudly.

“So good, Dean. Please… so close-“

“Love tasting you like this sweetheart,” he replied while you writhed. “I might do this all night. Keep going until you can’t stand tomorrow. Then fuck you hard on my cock.”

You moaned loudly. Weakly, you tried to fight against the arm across your body.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you? Drenching my face until you can’t see straight.” He sucked hard on your clit, almost making you cum right then. “Or would you like cumming on my cock more? How hard do you think you made me, baby, and the market today? Hmm? Cucumbers to eggplants, how much?”

“Dean!” You laughed. Nothing like a vegetable reference to kill the mood. You swatted at the back of his head as he chuckled into your heat. “Don’t do that. I was so close.”

He crawled up your body just long enough to give you a searing kiss. “Sorry, baby. Had to get my revenge for that cherry trick somehow. I think we’re even now.” He sucked your nipples between his teeth before settling back between your legs.

The edge hadn’t disappeared. It had been waiting. Waiting for Dean to add another finger to the working your slit. And for him to work his tongue faster over your clit. Your toes cramped and seized as you called out his name. It sounded hoarse in the air, but that only sent him further into turning your bones to jello. The wave hit. Desperately you clawed at the sheets and his hand and the back of his head. Dean kept going. He kept going until your whimpers had mangled into whispers and your eyes were crossed under your eyelids. The world was fuzzy around the edges.

Dean’s warm body slid alongside yours on the bed. He placed sticky, sloppy kisses over your collarbone. Up your neck. Over your breasts.

“Still with me?”

“Mhmm. Still hungry?”

“For you? Always. Want my cock now?”

“Yes, please.”

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[crispychrissy]

Escape - Part 1

Summary: Sam knows what he needs, and he’s lucky enough to know exactly where to get it from. Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, Dean Winchester, Castiel, several OC’s Word Count: 1392 Warnings: Fluff, talk of SPN canon violence A/N: So, I didn’t really announce this because the idea attacked me out of the blue, but I’m planning on making a small drabble series about Sam’s adventures here if everyone likes the idea. I’m not going to spoil anything up here because I want you all to read it and make your own assumptions as you go. This was looked over by my two lovelies @saxxxology and @bamby0304. Please let me know if this kind of story is something you might like to see more of. :)

Sam’s sneaking out again.

It’s the fourth time this month, but he knows he needs it. Dean would judge him for it, Cas wouldn’t understand, and Y/N would probably want to know more details than he feels comfortable sharing. It’s easier for all of them to be out of the loop. It’s not like he’s going to be gone for an entire day. He can always pick up a few groceries on the way back to cover any suspicions they may have… nothing weird about going for a supply run.

Sam bought a motorcycle, thanks to one of his stolen identities, and every time he leaves, he wheels it out of the garage and down the road before starting it to make sure none of the bunker occupants hear his departure. Out of the all the memories he obtained while he was soulless, the knowledge of how to ride a motorcycle was probably the most useful. He definitely would love to forget being such a sex-crazed douchebag, though, that’s for sure.

About halfway down the long driveway to the bunker, Sam staddles the Yamaha and turns the key, making it rumble to life with a low purr. Pulling on a helmet, he throws his backpack over his shoulder and loops his arms through the straps before driving off down the road to the main street that runs through Lebanon.

The ride is usually pretty boring, the scenery in Lebanon isn’t really all that interesting, but Sam loves feeling the rumble of the motorcycle beneath him, grounding him, making his breathing even out and his mind settle. He understands now why people buy motorcycles. The feeling of the wind whooshing by and being unconfined by the metal of a car is freeing, and he wonders if Y/N would ever want to come riding with him.

His destination is only twenty minutes away, a straight drive down Route 36. Sometimes he plays a game with himself, counting trees or counting how many farmers are out riding tractors. Once, he counted how many religious billboards lined this stretch of road, smiling to himself and wondering what those zealots would do if they met a actual Angel. Or God, for that matter.

All too soon, Sam’s driving along the short worn brick road to his destination. The old sandy brown building covered in sun-faded posters sits back a bit from the brick road, and he remembers her smile when he made a Wizard of Oz joke, even though she’s probably heard them all before. Man was he lucky to find her, it’s not every day when you can find someone that’s familiar with the life, but isn’t in it. Someone who can understand the short amount of time you can spend with them, and someone who doesn’t mind being interrupted by a case that needs his attention.

Sam pulled into one of the parking spots to the right of the building and turned off his motorcycle, dismounting it and sliding his helmet onto the left handlebar. Running his fingers through his coppery locks, Sam swallows hard, trying to will the nerves away. It isn’t the first time he’s done this, but it’s the first time he’s really going to go all out. It’s the first time he’s going to share his full complicated history with her.

With a quick exhale full of nervous energy, Sam walks to the front of the building, pulling off his sunglasses and stripping off his heavy jacket as he steps inside. The cheerful blonde named Kelly behind the counter gives Sam a long look up and down before settling her eyes back on his own. She does this every time, much to Sam’s discomfort. The flirting is something he’s grown accustomed to, but he’s there for one reason and one reason only, and focuses on the woman he’s been dying to see for the last few days.

“Hey, Sammy,” Kelly chirps, making Sam grit his teeth at the high pitched frequency of the bubbly blonde’s voice.

“It’s Sam,” he grounds out, unamused.

“Come on, just admit it, Sam. One of these days you’re going to come by just to see me instead of her, right?” Kelly asks hopefully, her expression falling once Sam shakes his head.

“I’ve only got eyes for one girl here, Kel,” Sam smiles, watching her narrow her eyes at the use of her least favorite nickname.

“Kelly, leave the poor guy alone,” a male voice scolds from one of the side doorways, and Sam smiles as the man steps into the room and looks at the younger Winchester. “Hey Sam, she’s all ready for you, I’ll walk you up.”

“Thanks, Alan,” Sam nods, following the younger heavyset man as he leads Sam up the stairwell to the left of the desk Kelly sits at. She winks at him and waves as he walks away, and Sam only rolls his eyes.

They walk in silence for a few moments before Alan speaks up. “Man, I don’t know what you do that makes you so special, but she never drops everything to see anyone… except when it comes to you. One day you’ll have to tell me your secret.”

“It wouldn’t be a secret if I told anyone, would it Alan?” Sam laughs as they reach the top of the stairs. Alan holds his arm out, directing Sam into the familiar room, and he takes a seat on the pull-out sofa bed, usually preferring it over any of the other furniture in the room.

“She’ll be in in just a second,” Alan turns to walk away, but stops and points an accusatory finger at Sam. “And remember, you only pay for an hour, so you only stay an hour, okay? Last thing I need is a repeat of two weeks ago.”

Sam nods sheepishly and raises his hands in front of him. “Understood, sir!” He does a lazy salute and smiles as Alan laughs and turns, disappearing from the doorway.

This room has slowly become Sam’s favorite ever since he’s began coming here. It’s warm, welcoming, and doesn’t loudly scream what kind of services go on behind closed doors like most other places do. He shifts and slides off his backpack, setting it down along with his jacket next to him on the futon.

But then he’s nervous again. It’s like the second he steps over the threshold into this room, everything becomes real. He anxiously rubs his palm against his thigh, mentally reminding himself he needs to have Y/N work her stain-removing magic on this particular pair of jeans; he’s only now noticing the dozens of faded droplets of blood that are dotted along the material from the rough vampire hunt last week.

The sound of heels clicking on the floor makes his head pop up as he looks expectantly at the doorway. The woman he’s been waiting to see rounds the corner with a bright smile on her face. Today, she’s wearing a white blouse with a navy skirt, and has her raven black hair tied up in a loose bun at the back of her head, probably due to the sweltering Kansas summer temperature outside. She nods at Sam, who also returns the non-verbal greeting, as she walks over to her desk and grabs a few supplies.

“I’m so happy to see you again, Sam,” she coos, her voice as smooth as honey on a hot day. It immediately puts Sam’s mind at ease and his body loosens up as of the tension he holds deep in his muscles fades away.

“I’m happy that you were able to see me on such short notice,” Sam replies, tucking his hair behind his ears.

“It sounded like you needed it,” she nods as she turns around and walks over to the chair across from the futon. “Vampire hunt, right?”

“Yup.” Sam pops the p, watching as she sits down in front of him and crosses one leg over the other, resting a dark brown patient folder in her lap. “It was a pretty bad one. Things got dicey at the end and now Dean is mad at me. I don't really know what else to do, Dr. Davis.”

“Well then, let’s get to it,” Dr. Davis begins, pulling a pen out from behind her ear. “How does this type of problem typically make you feel?”

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[bradygabrielle-blog]

Unexpected Surprise Part 3

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jensen’s Mom

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1100

Warnings: Pregnancy Complications, Helpless Jensen, Implied Death

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“Help! My wife is seven months pregnant and she’s bleeding. Please can you help us?!”

“Yes sir. Can you bring her into the first room on the left and we’ll be right behind you?”

As you carried Y/N to the room you couldn’t help but think the worst. You had lost the baby. We’d come so far in this pregnancy and then to lose it when we were so close to the delivery date was so heartbreaking. Yes, we could try again, but one child can never replace another. The love we already had for our unborn child could never be replicated.

After laying Y/N onto the hospital bed the nurses were all gathered around her. Hooking up different monitors and IV’s. You couldn’t believe that everything had gone from being perfect one minute to crumbling into none existence the next.

“Sir we need you to fill out some paper work if you don’t mind.”  The nurse said while handing you a clipboard and a pen.

“Of course. Just give me a few minutes. Will the doctor be long?”

“No, she should be here any minute.” As the nurse exited the room you sat down in the chair beside your wife.

You’d been staring at the same page of questions for the past five minutes. When you finally decided to put the clipboard down and start pacing back and forth in the small examination room. You couldn’t sit still and do nothing when your wife and child’s lives were potentially at risk. Pulling out your phone you called the only person you could think of that could help you.

“Mom, I don’t know what to do.” You say. Your voice cracking as you try to keep your tears at bay. “Y/N started bleeding and I have no idea what to do. Were at the emergency room waiting to see the doctor. I feel so helpless.”

“Jensen, the first thing you need to do is calm down. Everything your feeling right now Y/N is feeling the exact same way, but probably a bit worse than you are. Everything will be ok. The doctors know what they’re doing. Your dad and I are leaving right now. We will be there soon.”

“Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you mom.” After hanging up with your mom you wipe your tears and walk back into Y/N’s room.

“Jensen, I need you to listen to me. If, if something happens- “

“Don’t talk like that baby. Everything is going to be fine.” Trying to convince not only Y/N but yourself as well.

“Jay please, just, just let me say this. If something happens and you have to choose between me or the baby I need you to choose the baby.”

You had tried so hard to keep the tears from falling from your eyes, but hearing your wife telling you to choose your child over her had been enough to push them right over the edge.

In an instant, you were sitting on the bed absentmindedly running your thumb across her hand.

“Baby, I can’t lose you.” Looking up into her beautiful y/e/c eyes you knew that you wouldn’t be able to make that decision. Y/N was your wife, your best friend, your entire world. She was the first thing you thought about in the morning and the very last thing before you went to sleep. She was the person you turned to when everything seemed to be falling apart. Without her life, would never be the same. You would never be the same.

Just then the doctor came in.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Shepherd. You must be Mr. and Mrs. Ackles. Well I’ve got good news and I’ve got bad news. Which would you like to hear first?”

Without even checking to make sure it’s what Y/N wanted as well you immediately answered.

“Bad news first.”

“Ok. The bad news is that you have a ruptured uterus and we must do an emergency C-section. The good news is that we can have you in and out of surgery within the next few hours.”

A feeling of relief washed over you. Looking over at Y/N you knew she felt it too.

“Mr. Ackles you may be in the room for the delivery but if there are any complications we must ask you to leave the room immediately.”

“That’s perfectly fine. As long as my wife and child are taken care of I don’t care where I am.” You say smiling down at your wife before kissing her hand.

“One last question. Would you like to for us to do an ultrasound before we start the surgery? I was made aware that you hadn’t found out the sex of your baby and I wanted to give you the opportunity to find out before the delivery.”

You felt Y/N squeeze your hand. Looking down at her you seen her batting her eyelashes and sporting a smile that she knew would have you giving her anything she wanted.

“Yes, we’d like to know.”

“Alrighty then, someone will be in shortly.”

As soon as the doctor left the room you pulled the chair closer to Y/N’s bed and wrapped your hand around hers before placing them against your forehead.

“Were going to have a baby today.” Y/N whispered as tears started welling up in her eyes.

“We haven’t even picked out names yet.”

“Well I was thinking if it’s a girl we could name her Natalee Jade and if it’s a boy we could name him Greyson Ross. What do you think?”

“I think they’re both perfect.” Leaning forward you brush a piece of hair out of Y/N’s face and kiss her lightly on the lips.

Just then a nurse walks in. “Oh I’m sorry, Should I come back?” She says clearly embarrassed,

“No, you’re fine. Are you here to do the ultrasound?” Y/N asks adjusting herself on the bed

“Actually no. I’m here to take you into surgery.”

“Wait, What? Is everything ok?!” You and Y/N say in unison

“Oh yes, everything is fine. She was just consulting with some other surgeons and no longer feels comfortable doing the ultrasound before surgery. She wants to get you into surgery as soon as possible.”

“Oh ok. My husband will still be able to be there with me though, right?” Y/N asks afraid they’re going to say no.

“Yes, he’ll just have to put on some scrubs and a mask.”

Just then three more nurses walked into the room to rush Y/N off to surgery.

“Sir if you’ll follow me I’ll show you where you can change. Then I’ll take you to be with your wife.”

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[mlovesstories]

Her Dad (HDF Part 5)

AN:  Thanks for sticking with me!

A part of this deals with a family dymanic similar to @winchesters-favorite-girl‘s “We Are A Team”, but I put my own spin on it as to not copy hers.  (Please don’t hate me @winchesters-favorite-girl !) Check out her story too!

Warnings: Protective parents, teenager and parent angst, mild language maybe, throw up

Word Count 1500ish

Danneel x Jensen, Jensen x Daughters, Danneel x Daughters, Unnamed Man

Addy Age 14

May 2016

“Mom! I need some assistance in here!” Addy screamed from upstairs.

Danneel ran up the stairs, and she entered JJ’s room.  

“Yes, love?”  She urgently responded, but relaxed when she realized it wasn’t a true emergency.  

“We were playing Barbies, and JJ threw up on me and her. I need a shower.  Thanks, little one.”  Addy was sarcastically mad.  “Are you ok, boo?”

“Yeth.”  The three year-old took deep breaths and drank some water from her Frozen sippy cup.

“Ok, Addy, you take a shower.  I’ll take JJ and clean her up. Hang your clothes on the balcony, and we’ll wash them later,”  Danneel delegated.

“Ok, thanks, Mom.”

“Course, baby.”  Danneel turned to JJ.  “Come on, munchkin.  Let’s get you clean.  You ready?” 

“Yep.  I feel icky.”

“I know, baby.  Let’s get you feeling better, ya?”

“JJ, you want to FaceTime with Daddy?”  Addy had been on a video chat with Jensen.  After he was caught up on Addy’s happenings for the last few days, he wanted to talk to his youngest daughter.

“Bye, princess.  See you soon.”  Addy blew her father a kiss and handed the phone to her little sister.  

“Gimme!” JJ smiled, sat on the couch, and took the phone from her sister. “Hi, Daddy! Sissy, go ‘way!  My turn!” Addy hadn’t given JJ enough space to talk to her father, apparently.

“Ugh.  JJ, that’s not nice.”  Addy’s patience for her sister was dwindling as the day ended.  

“JJ, do you want time with Daddy? If you do, you need to be nice.”

“I sawwee.”  JJ frowned.  She looked from Addy to Jensen on the screen. “Daddy, I felt yucky today.”

Addy left JJ with the phone and exited the room.

“I heard you felt icky.  Are you ok?”

“Yes, Daddy.  I feel better.  Sissy and Mommy helped me.  I fink I ate yucky mac and cheese.  Mommy said no more for awhile.”  

“Good, I’m glad.”  Jensen smiled at his daughter through the phone.

“When you come home, Daddy?”  JJ missed her dad.  “I want you to make me feel better too.”

“I know, baby.  I’m sorry.  I’ll be home Friday.  That’s three days from now.”

“Otay.”  JJ looked away. “Bye, Daddy.”  JJ shut down the conversation because she was not feeling wanted. It was such a long time to wait to see him.  “Here, Mommy.  Daddy on the phone.”

“Thanks, baby.“  Danneel took it from her, and JJ ran off.  “Hey, Jay.  I see you got the boot from JJ.”  She gave her husband a sad smile.  

“It’s so hard, Dee.  I want to be there.”

“You don’t have to tell me.  I know.  But we will see you Friday.  Good thoughts only.”  Jensen appreciated the hope in Danneel’s voice. 

“How was your day, Jay?”

The next week consisted of packing and flying from Austin to LA for a CW event.  Both Jensen and Danneel were obligated to attend.  Since JJ’s birthday was that week, the whole family went. They were going to celebrate at Disneyland.  

Addy wasn't super excited about the trip.  Although she was allowed to attend the network event, she was so tired of going to activities for her family members.  Addy had a love-hate relationship with the CW.  She loved that her dad liked his job, but she hated that he was always gone or attending parties like the one she was about to go to.

“Princess, you ready?”  Jensen was so glad Addy could join he and Danneel this time.  It didn’t happen that often that she attended events like this.  JJ wanted to go with her sissy and where a ‘princess dress’, but she stayed back with a babysitter.

“Yes, Daddy.  I’m ready.”  Addy came out of the bathroom in a pretty dress that accented her skin tone.

“Wow, princess.  You look beautiful.”  He was so proud.

“You have to say that , Dad.”  Addy blushed.

”You know I don’t just hand out compliments to people.”

“I know.  Thank you, Dad.”  

Danneel, Jensen, and Addy went to the party.  It wasn’t often that his two worlds came together.  He had talked about Addy at length with those ‘in the business’, but he rarely got to introduce her to his friends.  Once her mom and dad were done with press pictures, they all mingled with other attendees.  Jensen was more than happy to show off his princess.  She made him so proud.  Addy broke away from her parents for some water and a snack at a table close by.

“Hi.”  A man approached her.  

“Hello.”  Addy responded.  Are you on a CW show?”  She noted his facial features.

“No, I’m a model.  I was invited by a friend.” the man responded.  

“Oh, cool.  Well, congrats on your success.”  Addy started to walk away.  

“I see your mom came.  That’s awesome.”

“Uhhh. Yeah.  She was on a show too.  So is my dad, just a different one.”

“I thought your father wasn’t involved in your life? Didn’t he leave when you were little, Addison?”

Addy stopped. 

How the hell does-

“Addy!”  Her mom called to her.  “Come here!  Now!”  The urgency in Danneel’s voice scared Addy.  She hadn’t heard that in her mom before.  

“He’s scaring me, Mom.  He knows my name.”

“Danneel, you don’t want her faher in her life?”  The man approached Addy’s mom.

She stepped in front of Addy on instinct. “Go get your dad, Addy,”  she whispered to her daughter.  She stepped back and tapped her dad’s shoulder so that he would turn away from his small group conversation.  As soon as the lights from the party hit the man’s face, Jensen freaked.  He took large steps and pushed Danneel and Addy behind him.  

“Addison, don’t you want your real dad in your life?”  The man asked the girl.

It all clicked.  This person was her biological father.  

Jensen told him, “You get outta here.  You are not going to ruin my family.”

“To answer your question, sir, yes, I do want my real dad in my life.”  Addy stepped next to Jensen.  

“Oh, that’s so good to hear.”  The man gave a relieved response.  

“But that isn’t whoever you are.  This guy right here, he is my real dad.  He raised me.”

The man was taken aback.  “Princess, don’t you want a relationship with your father?”

“First, you DO NOT call me princess.  Only Jensen calls me that.  Second, no, I don’t because Jensen is my dad.  You are my father.  There is a difference.  I don’t need my father.  Nice try.  I am just fine without you.  Addy walked away with Danneel while Jensen told the man to get lost.  He was escorted out of the party after he attempted to start a fight with Jensen.  

Addy hugged her parents when they gathered again near the bathrooms.

“You ok, baby? I didn’t know he would be here.  He wasn’t on the guest list.”  Danneel squeezed her daughter in a hug.  

“Yeah.”  She sniffled but was still processing. “Can we go?”

“Of course.  Let’s get outta here, ladies.”  Jensen put a protective arm around each of them as he pulled them into his body.   

Addy was very quiet the rest of their trip.  She and JJ had fun at Disneyland, but she was somewhat subdued.  Once they got home, Addy adjusted to normal life again.  She went back to school and her friends.  The next time Jensen was home, he knew they needed to talk about what happened.

Addy walked in the door after attending her track practice.

“Hey, princess.”

“Hi, Daddy! You’re home. Where’s JJ?”  Addy engulfed him in a hug. 

“She is with Sasquatch and Gen.” He accepted her hug. “I missed you. Hey, can we talk for a second?”  His facial expression changed.  

“Ummm. Sure.”  They walked into the living room where Danneel was already sitting on the couch.  “What’s going on? Am I in trouble?  I promise I’ve been good, Daddy.”  She was very confused.

“Oh, no sweetheart.  Nothing you did.  Come here.”  Jensen assured her with a smile.

“We wanted to talk about LA.  Can we?”  Danneel asked her daughter.

“Oh. Ummm. Ok, I guess.”

“I haven’t been home, so we thought we could work through it now, is that ok?”

“Sure.”  Addy didn’t know where this was going.

“Do you want to know who he is?   How we met and all that?” 

“No, I’m fine, Mom.  I never asked because I didn’t need to.  I have Jensen.  He was there, so I just thought of him as my dad.  Maybe someday though.  I’m fine for right now.”

“Baby, I’ll be an open book, I promise.  I just never said anything because you didn’t ask. I assumed you were happy and-.”

“Mom, stop.”  Addy interrupted.  “Sen is my dad.  He has been since I was tiny.  I don’t need to know anything about the guy at the party.  That’s all he is anyway.  Some douche at a stupid party.”  Addy didn’t seem defensive, she did want them to leave it alone though.  

“Are you sure?  I won’t be hurt if you do, princess.  You won’t be betraying me.”  Jensen stroked her arm.

“No, Dad.  Really.  I have you.  And I’m good with that.”

“Ok, then.  Who wants ice cream and a movie?”  Danneel asked.

“ME!”  Jensen and Addy said at the same time. 

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[lorilane33]

Let Me Help Pt. 3

Summary: In this part Dean confronts Sam on the stunt he pulled, and shit kinda hits the fan. That’s about it for this one. Pissy Dean shows up. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: 1,434

Warnings: Pissy Dean. A couple of curse words. I don’t even know for this part. Not many. 

A/N: Part three is hereee!!! :D This is just the build up to what’s gonna happen later ;) I’m currently writing part six. This part isn’t much... just build up. A yelling match between brothers. If I’m feeling ferocious enough this week I might just post part four early. 

Missed out? Here’s Part 1 Part 2

Turning back around, he goes to take a sip of his drink when he hears it. A sound that has haunted his thoughts and dreams for over four years. His body freezes and his eyes go wide. ‘It can’t be. She took off four years ago,’ he frantically thinks to himself. Then he hears it again. Your laugh was a sound that he had missed since the day she left. Trying to figure out where she is at Dean once again turns around, suddenly regretting his decision. You’re sitting with none other than Sam. Dean’s blood boils. He then realizes that Sam must have been in contact with you the entire time because your meeting doesn’t seem like a chance meeting at a cafe.

Livid, Dean leaves his chair and stalks over to the table where you and Sam are sitting. Sam looks up from your face and the color drains from his as his eyes widen. “Oh… Um. Hey, Dean.”

Dean’s POV

Fists clenched, body ridged, Dean replies, “Sam… get to the car. Now. We’ve got work to do.” Facing you he adds through a tight smile, “Y/N, it was good to see you. Glad to see you’re doing well.”  Turning and practically shoving Sam out the door, the boys leave in a huff and the whole scene is over, leaving you utterly speechless.

Dean is so angry he’s speechless. Sam is sitting next to him just waiting for him to explode, but it doesn’t happen the entire drive to the motel. Hurt and angry, Dean is thinking about where to even start with Sam when they arrive back, but he’s struggling to even think straight.

Pulling into the motel parking lot, Dean turns off the car and gets out, roughly shutting Baby’s door without even looking at Sam. He’s wearing a hole into the carpet while running his hand through his hair when Sam walks in, pacing in fury.

As soon as the door is shut Dean lunges and Sam and throws a right hook, connecting firmly with Sam’s face, sending Sam reeling against the door. His hand flies to his jaw as he tries to regain his balance. Dean’s suddenly in his face. “So’s there anything you wanna tell me, Sammy? Maybe, oh I don’t know, why the HELL I saw you with Y/N today?!”

Sam’s hand flies to cradle his jaw, shoving past Dean in the process. “Okay, yeah. I deserved that one, Dean. I’m sorry you had to find out this way.”

“Sorry? You’re sorry?!? Oh, that’s rich. How long, Sam? How long have you been talking to her behind my back?”

Still holding his jaw, Sam moves to the bed to sit down. “Dean, look. I know I screwed up okay? But with how you were… you know what? Just, listen. Don’t talk, don’t think, don’t fume, just listen. I’ll explain everything. Please, sit down. Your pacing is going to make me sick.”

Slowing his movements Dean looks at Sam warily, and decides he’s curious enough to listen to the request. Soon after he finds himself sitting on the bed across from Sam, pointedly not making eye contact for fear of wanting to punch him in the face again. His jaw remains clenched.

“Okay,” Dean nods slowly, “I wanna know everything. Why the hell did you keep this from me?”

Sam’s smile is small and hesitant as he continues. “Yes. Y/N left us four years ago, and I’ve been in contact with her the entire time. No, I didn’t do it to spite you. She was hurting Dean, real bad. You were a mess after Dad died and she just couldn’t take it. So she left.”

Dean looks up at this, pain evident under the anger still in his eyes as Sam continues. “At first, my goal was to make sure she was doing okay until she could get her feet under her. She’d call every other week to check in and see how you were doing. I thought that after she settled in Arkansas she’d stop calling. But then we started looking forward to talking to each other. We kept each other grounded. She’s practically our sister, Dean and I missed her. A lot.” He runs his hand through his long locks in frustration.

“I missed the conversations we used to have. I started talking to her about what was going on here, and it made it easier. You were so self deprecating; always talking about how it was you that deserved to die, not Dad. We’d have conversations about hunts and about how I was dealing with the aftermath of some of them, and I started to feel like she was helping me more than I was helping her.”

Not being able to contain his frustration, Dean swiftly stands and once again starts pacing; Sam can almost feel him thinking and processing everything. Dean reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose to steel himself for the rest of the story.  

Sam continues, “A few months after she left she was talking about finding a new career that didn’t involve waiting tables, so the two of us talked about it and I mentioned that she’d be a fantastic counselor; maybe even offering a side practice for hunters. She was handling my venting to her like a pro, and has always been really good at connecting with people.”

Dean smirks and nods his head in agreement. He knew exactly how good she was at connecting with people. “She got her degree online within the next year or so and I used some old connections here to find her a job. Dean, she’s doing really well. After watching you on your way to self-destruction she decided she wanted to help hunters. She loves you so much, Dean,  and watching you blow up in front of her and not being able to do a damned thing about it killed her. Please. Don’t be angry with her,” Sam pleads. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, signaling the end of his explanation.

Dean looks at Sam, processing the information he’s been given. Suddenly he’s across the room and in Sam’s face. “That’s awesome that she was willing to help you like that. I really don’t care if you had a list of a million reasons why she left. The fact is that you lied to me. You kept her from me! FOR FOUR YEARS SAM!!! Who says you were the only one who missed her?! And regardless of her being close to us, you’re my brother, Sam!! And family just don’t pull that shit!! I’m outta here.” Before Sam can respond Dean has grabbed his coat and is slamming the motel door. He can hear Baby revving as Dean peels out of the parking lot.

Sam sighs as he once again places a hand gently to his jaw. “Well. That went well.”

Dean sits at the bar staring at his glass of whiskey, idly playing with the glass. He’d arrived here and had every intention of getting completely drunk, which is exactly what he did.

Kyle, the college kid behind the bar, comes up to Dean. “ Anything else I can get you, sir?”

“What’s with the ‘sir’ nonsense, kid? I sure as hell ain’t no ‘sir,’” he mumbles. Kyle smiles at him sadly as he continues. “I could just strangle my brother Sammy and Y/N. Did you know they lied to me for four years?”

“No, I don’t believe I knew that,” Kyle replies, when in fact he does know that. He knows everything because Dean ranted about it all as soon as he had a few drinks under his belt.

“Well they did! Those bastards lied to me. How dare they! They’re my family. That’s not what family does.” Dean looks at Kyle, and Kyle instantly feels sorry for the man. It’s apparent that what Sam and Y/N did has really torn him up.

“You know, it might help if you go talk to your brother about this instead of me. It sounds like you two have a lot to talk about, and he needs to hear what you have to say, man.” Kyle places a glass of water in front of Dean. “Drink this, and then promise me you’ll walk back to where you’re staying and talk to him.”

By this point Dean is so drunk that he numbly agrees. “Okay, yeah. That’s a good idea.” Setting down enough bills to cover his tab, he shoves away from the bar and heads out. Getting into Baby he starts her up and lets her idle for a second, then pulls her out into traffic.

He’s sitting at a stop sign, about to turn left to head back to the motel when he sees you heading in the opposite direction. Before he can really think about what he’s doing he’s turned right and is tailing you, hoping to talk to you about what happened. Soon enough he’s stopped a few houses down from yours, watching you walk in your front door carrying some grocery sacks, the front door closing behind you.

Not wanting to make it obvious that he’d followed you he waits a few minutes before quietly idling Baby up to the front of your house, turning her off and stepping out. Moving up your sidewalk and to the front door Dean finds himself hesitating to knock. A brief second of worrying about what the hell he was doing there passes and then his knuckles are rapping roughly on the door.

Part 4

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[cajunquandary]

About Bar Fights and Moobs

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

Wordcount: 1100

Warnings: Drinking, bar fight, WinCHESTers (yes their chests are a warning)

Summary: The reader is at a dive bar drinking and complaining about men and relationships along with another woman who she just met when a random fight erupts the entire bar into a war zone. Que Winchesters.

A/N: I wrote this for @iwantthedean’s Two Prompt Challenge. My prompt was “Listen here, Chisel Chest, okay, we were here first.” While I tend to write mostly about Dean or Benny, Sam kinda spoke to me on this one. It’s Sammy central but fear not—there’s plenty of sassy Dean to go around! ((And if anyone doesn’t know? Moobs=Man Boobs and no I’m not even sorry.))

 “I just don’t understand, Alicia. It was Alicia, right?”

“Actually it’s Alex—“

“Anyway, he’s so frustrating! I’m glad it’s over but honestly I’m still raging. How dare he thinks he can talk to people like that? And don’t even get me started about the lying and money.”

“Yeah, I hear you. Mine did the same thing, but it was always MY fault. Everything was.”

You downed your shot while only half listening to Alicia. No, Alexa or something. Whatever. Neither of you would remember come morning. You both just got dumped and had come out to let off a little steam, and it was working so far. Kind of. Why did they call it an angel shot anyway? The mixed liquor was mostly a beige color with the thinnest line of blue on top. Honestly, it reminded you of a trench coat and there’s not much angelic about that.

Before you could ponder about the strange drink menu, a chair flew behind you, a couple of ragged bikers starting to fight. In no time at all, every patron in the building was involved. Chairs, tables, plates and fists flew—had you just stepped into a bad cartoon? A beer bottle grazing your scalp drew you back to the chaotic reality. “Shit!”

You hopped onto the bar top quickly, sliding down to the other side to take cover. Alicia—no, Alex something—flopped with an umph next to you, her drink still in hand. She held it up and panted lightly, “Priorities.” She gulped the remainder in record time.

“OW!” Had a moose just landed on you? For God’s sake!! For a moment you wondered if there was anywhere safe. You tried to protest but the hefty man’s rear was pressing on your lungs, his head somewhere by your sprawled out feet. Poor thing landed upside down, he twisted trying to right himself, but only caused more pressure on you. Stars gathered at the edge of your vision before he succeeded. Once free, he got up on his knees, chest poking out as he stole a glance over the countertop.

“Listen here, Chisel Chest,” You croaked, voice finally coming back. “Okay, we were here first. And where the hell is your shirt?! You’re going to poke someone’s eye out!”

The beast of a man stooped back down to look you in the eye, an apology on the tip of his tongue, but all you could focus on were the hazel of his gentle, concerned eyes, his dimples as his mouth pressed into a hard, irritated line, and the was his long hair fell haphazardly in his face. Your eyes travelled down past his moving mouth, though you couldn’t hear the words falling from those soft lips in your daze.

There was a little blood on his neck, on the thin membrane bouncing over his Adams apple. You licked your lips. There was a bruise forming just under his collarbone, and a circle of red from where someone punched him in the stomach. You could gaze at such a work of art for all eternity and call it heaven. Maybe that angel shot worked after all!

The man outstretched a hand to you. “Come with me, I’ll protect you.”

You found your voice, pushing it past the lump in your throat. “I don’t need protection, especially not from a male model. Are those even real?” Slightly drunk you was notoriously a little handsy, and with abandon you reached out and grasped his firm pectorals, one in each hand. “Oh,” You murmured. “Those are definitely real.”

The din seemed to have died down, but you were unable to move, mortified now with the situation. The man stared back at you in equal surprise.

“Uhh, Sammy?” You both turned to the newcomer—a tall, equally gorgeous man whose arms crossed over his own bare chest, shoulders and knuckles spattered with blood that was clearly not his own as he looked on in smug amusement. “Am I… interrupting?”

You jerked your misbehaving arms to your torso, face burning red. Sammy leaned back and sighed in annoyance. “This was your fault. If you’d just kept your mouth shut, I really didn’t need the chair. We were leaving anyway. But noo, Dean, you just had to square off.”

Dean set his hands on his hips defiantly, nearly giving you a heart attack as more freckle-dusted skin pulled taught over hard muscles, gently loosening around the belly. “Well excuse me bitch for standing up for my baby bro.”

Seriously? The bigger one was the baby brother?

“You owe me a new shirt. And what happened to yours?”

Dean stepped back, appalled at the question. “It’s my favorite Led Zep shirt. Dad bought it for me when I was in my twenties. No way I’m screwing it up in a bar fight!”

Exasperated, Sam tossed his hands in the air and moved to stand, holding out a hand to you once again.

You shrugged it away and stood on your own. “I don’t need help from a couple of male-modeling sons of bitches; I can take care of myself, thanks.”

Dean retrieved his shirt from the beer well. “You heard her, Sammy. She can take care of herself.”

You turned towards Alexcia or whoever when sirens of the coming police armada grew close, ready to bolt but knowing there was no getting away. She was long gone already.

Sam placed a hand on your shoulder and you tensed under the warmth. “Come one, we can get you out of here. Please? To say sorry for ruining your night? And falling on you?”

“Ugh! Fine. What did you have in mind?” You turned, eyes rolling just in time to catch a glimpse of something silver in his hands. “Handcuffs, seriously? Right now isn’t the time to be getting kinky, sir.” In his other hand, an FBI badge rested. “Oh.”

Remarkably quickly, you were cuffed in the back of the Impala and riding away from the chaos of the scene, and even with minimal snickers from the local police in the case of Sam’s half nudity. You knew in that moment, while gazing at the brothers in the front seat, that no matter what the road ahead held, you were glad that these strangers were taking you there. Sam looked back at you and you flashed a toothy grin. Yeah, the night hadn’t ended so badly after all.

Dean rolled his eyes in the rear view. “Can you two wait to continue your weird grabby things until we get to the motel? And get your own damn room.”

(Bonus, just cuz. Shirtless Dean:)

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[spencereliotwinchester]

Private Lives Chapter Eleven

Title: Private Lives Chapter Eleven

Author:  Kat

Reader Gender:  Female (Y/N Hastings)

Word Count: 1889

Series Summary: Jensen Ackles is an incredible actor. You’re taking a break from being a doctor to figure out what to do with your life. When your worlds crash together, what secrets will be revealed?

Warnings:   This fic will have feels, okay? It’s going to be a drama.

Chapter Warnings: Little bit of blood, nothing too descriptive, bullying

Catch Up HERE

A/N: OMG FINALLY. I am so sorry to everyone for how long this took and also I’m sorry it’s a tad short. I ran into some writer’s block that has finally seemed to have cleared up. I hope you like this chapter. The wait was soooooo long. I’m so excited with it’s following and where it’s going. I just hope you all don’t kill me for it. Enjoy!! 

Character: Jensen Ackles

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“Well, what do you think about the house that Marta showed Y/N?” Jared asked, sipping his beer.

“Oh, I don’t know, it’s not a huge house, but the yard is big and the neighborhood is great. I think I’ll make an offer tomorrow,” I said back, taking a drink from my beer.

“Oh, good, Y/N still on the fence about it?”

“A little,” I replied, pondering. Y/N was worried she wouldn’t be around enough for Gen if she lived with me, but I had assured her multiple times that everything would work itself out.

My phone began to ring from the coffee table. As I reached forward to silence it, I saw that it was Y/N. She was at work at the moment, which meant it must have been important for her to be calling during her shift. I answered the phone instead.

“Hello?”

“Jensen!” Her worried and frantic tone had me sitting straight up immediately. She began talking so fast I couldn’t understand what she was saying.

“Woah, woah, Y/N. Y/N calm down,” I tried to talk over her, but I wasn’t getting through. I heard her say ‘Thatcher’, ‘Hospital’, and began to get even more worried.

“Y/N!” I yelled. She stopped talking, but I could hear her breathing quickly. “Y/N, I can’t understand you. What’s going on?”

“Jensen, it’s Thatcher. He showed up in an ambulance with a broken nose and concussion. They have him in a trauma room right now, so I don’t know what happened!”

“I'm on my way,” I said immediately, then hung up. Jared was staring at me nervously, a questioning look on his face. “Thatcher’s at the hospital. Nothing serious, but I should probably get down there.”

“I'll go with you.”

Jared dropped me off near the ambulance entrance and went to park the car. I ran through the doors, looking around wildly. A nurse stopped me.

“My son,” I breathed. “He’s here somewhere!”

“Through the doors, stop at the nurses’ station. They’ll tell you where he is.”

I was running before she could say another word. I burst through the doors and three nurses looked up from the station. One pursed her lips at me and placed her hands on her hips. I dashed to her and her eyebrow raised in a subtle question.

“Thatcher. My son,” I gasped, slightly out of breath.

“This way,” she said, beckoning me to follow. “And please, sir, try not to cause an accident.”

I winced slightly, uncomfortable, but I followed close behind her. She opened a door, and I darted inside. Thatcher looked up from the bed, shock on his face. He was holding a bloodied towel to his face. A bruise near his eye was swelling and had already turned a dark bluish purple color.

“Aw, Jensen, I’m sorry. I told them not to call you. It’s just a bloody nose,” he said, looking uncomfortable.

“Then what is with the bruise on your face? And the hospital didn’t call me, Y/N did,” I asked evenly, trying to keep my sense like Y/N would.

He touched it lightly and looked guilty, even a little scared. Just as I was about to ask another question, a doctor walked in.

“You must be Thatcher,” he said cooly. “I’m Dr. Storz. How about we take a look at that nose, hm?”

“Don’t want you. I want Y/N,” he complained.

“Thatch, come on,” I said.

“No, Jensen. Y/N talks about this yahoo. He don’t know his ass from his elbow! Full of himself.”

I tried in vain to hide the smirk that sprang to my face. Dr. Storz gave me a withering look and I couldn’t do anything but shrug and turn my attention to the floor. The doctor stormed from the room and both Thatcher and I burst out laughing.

“Thatch,” I said between breaths, “you can’t talk to doctors like that. It’s rude!”

“S’not my fault the guy’s an idiot,” He snickered.

“Thatch,” I tried to say warningly.

At that moment, Y/N walked through the door.

“What's this about Dr. Storz?” She said, hands on her hips. I could see a flush in her cheeks and knew she must still be upset.

“Thatch called him out apparently,” I snickered.

“Jensen, you… oh who am I kidding. He annoys the hell out of me,” she said, sitting down on the bed. “Let's look at that nose. What happened, Kiddo?” She put on some gloves and sat back down next to him.

“Nothin’.” He shrugged, looking away as Y/N peeled the towel away from his nose.

“Thatch, it’s not nothing,” I said in all seriousness. “If you got into a fight, just tell me.”

“Wasn’t a fight,” he muttered as Y/N made his tilt his head back. “Or much of one, I guess.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, knitting my eyebrows together. This kid could speak so cryptically sometimes that half the time I found myself pondering if he was actually a thirty-five year old in a fourteen-year-olds body.

“This is going to hurt,” Y/N interjected. Thatch grunted and winced as she squeezed the cartilage back into place.

“I got ganged up on, okay?” He snapped at me. A pang of shock hit me as anger crossed his features and I saw a carbon copy of Alyson.

“Why don’t you guys go back home and talk about this?” Y/N suggested. “I’ll be home in a couple hours. I’ll make some spaghetti, how ‘bout that, Thatch?”

“Really?” He asked hopefully as she placed a couple bandages on his face.

“Will do,” she promised.

“Let’s go on home, Thatch. Uncle Jared brought me. We can talk when we get home, alright?”

Without answering, Thatcher got up and followed me from the room. Jared was waiting in the waiting room for us anxiously. I made eye contact with him and shook my head slightly, silently asking him not to ask about it. He gave me a short nod in understanding.  

Once we got back to Jared and Gen’s, I took Thatcher outside on the deck. It occurred to me that I needed to spend a lot more one on one time with my son. I barely knew anything about him. I told him to wait there while I went back inside to get a drink. I opened the refrigerator and saw that Gen had made some lemonade, so I poured two glasses and went back outside.

“There were six of them,” Thatcher said as I handed him his cup. He looked almost disappointed in himself. “It was just after gym. I told the office I’d taken a basketball to the face by accident. They called 911 when the bleeding wouldn’t stop and they couldn’t get hold of Y/N.”

“Do you want me to do anything? I want to call the school and rip their heads off but something tells me you don’t want me to do that,” I said, trying to keep myself calm.

“Not really. It’ll just make it worse. I can handle it. I’ve had worse.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, somewhat awkwardly. I felt so far out of my comfort zone. He straightened and met my eyes. They were just a shade darker green than mine.

“You’ve never really asked before,” he stated.

“Thatcher, I want you to talk to me. I want you to be able to ask me anything or tell me anything. I’m just still new to this father thing. You only just came to live with us three months ago and I know I’m gone a lot. I want to make up for those years your mother kept us apart. I’m just not quite sure how to do the whole parent thing.”

“You’ve been great,” he said honestly. “I have people that take care of me when you’re gone. I’m in school, there’s always enough food in the house. I have my own room and pretty soon we’ll be in our own house and I’ll be able to decorate my own room. I’d say you’re off to a good start.” He chuckled lightly.

We fell quiet for a little while, neither of us sure how to follow up the last statement. We sipped lemonade and watched the yard.

“I have my first soccer practice on Sunday,” he said.

“Yeah? You want me to drop you off?” I asked.

“That’d be great!”

“What position are you going to play?” I prompted.

“Uh, I think Coach wants me to play forward. I’m pretty good at scoring. I don’t think Myles is exactly happy about that. It drops him to half-back. Probably why he and his buddies ganged up on me.”

“Myles?”

“He’s in my grade. Real a-hole,” Thatcher explained.

We fell quiet again until Thatcher cleared his throat.

“Hm?” I asked, looking over to him. He was slightly uncomfortable now, unsure of himself. “What’s up?”

“So, uh, you’re doing better at this whole father thing and all,” he squirmed in his seat, trying to come up with the right words to say. I waited patiently for him to continue. “Should I call you ‘Dad’?”

I choked on my lemonade. Coughing, I waved my hand at him as he tried to get up to help. I caught my breath and tried to gather my thoughts into some semblance of order.

“Thatch,” I said, clearing my throat again. “You can call me whatever you want.”

He nodded in understanding. Y/N poked her head out the door and greeted us.

“I’m going to start the spaghetti, you boys want to come help?” She asked.

As Y/N started the hamburger for the sauce, Thatcher gathered the spices she would need from the shelves and I laid out the bread on trays to put in the oven. I didn’t have much cooking skill, so Y/N usually left the easy stuff to me. After I did that, I’d start putting the salad together. Thatcher, as it seemed, thoroughly enjoyed learning how to cook from Y/N.

“Remember to season the hamburger while it’s cooking, so it soaks up the onion and garlic,” she said, flipping the hamburger.

“Is this your recipe?” He asked.

“My mother’s,” she responded. “Most of my recipes are hers.”

“Will I ever get to meet her?” He asked. Y/N glanced back at me as I was tipping salad into a bowl to serve. I grinned.

“Of course, Thatch. We’ll go sometime this year or next.”

“So, can I ask for something?” He asked, attempting to sound casual. Y/N and I both stopped what we were doing and looked at him.

“What is it, Bud?” I asked.

“Well, we’re moving soon, and we’ll have a house and a yard all to ourselves, right?”

“Right,” Y/N said happily.

“Well, I’ve always wanted- I just thought maybe- I dunno, it’s probably stupid.”

“Thatch, what do you want?” I asked firmly.

“Can I get a dog?” He blurted out, then he looked between us hopefully.

I got ready to tell him that we’d need to talk it over and discuss this, but before I could-

“Of course you can!” Y/N said.

“Really? Thanks, Mom!” He darted to her and pulled her into a hug. We looked at each other, shocked.

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Chapter Twelve

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