#jensen x teen!reader

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Two Heroes, No Capes

Summary: Y/N is in trouble, and she knows just who to call for help.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: TW descriptions of a physical assault, mugging, violence implied, injuries, fear and shock, some discussion regarding sexual assault (no sexual assault takes place, or is described, but I want to be extra careful of people's triggers.)

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

Word Count: 1,686

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

Ok so I’ve been in a J2xteen!reader phases for a while and I can’t help but want another one. So, I was thinking that the reader was out in the city by herself and she gets assaulted by a group of guys and she calls Jared and Jensen for help. So they come to her rescue and they see how bad her injuries are and they take her home and help her clean up.

So, this was what I came up with. I'm so sorry this took SO long to get to you hon! I hope you think it was worth the wait. ❤️

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

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

The fear was still pumping in her veins, the relentless throb making the newly formed bruises hurt a little more. Y/N raised her hand, and brushed her fingertips across the gash above her eyebrow. When she pulled her hand away and saw the blood dripping from her fingers, her panic increased.

A rational, calming voice floated into her wildly careening mind, speaking softly, deep and soothing.

It's okay, princess, head wounds bleed a lot, it's probably not as bad as it seems. 

She nodded absently to the voice and tried to take an inventory of what was hurting. Her head was pounding, a result of being punched in the face twice, no doubt, but she’d also smacked the back of it on the concrete when they'd pushed her backwards.

Probably a concussion, the voice told her. 

Her ankle was badly sprained, she knew, from when she'd tried to sprint away from them and lost her footing in one of the cracks criss-crossing the alley. Her body felt like one big bruise from where their fists had pummeled her as she struggled against them. She’d struggled, but they won - holding her down and taking her purse, her jewelry, and her new, expensive leather jacket. She breathed deeply and then grimaced in pain; she also thought she might have a broken rib.

Okay, princess, the voice said quietly, reassuringly, time to call for help.

Suddenly it was obvious to Y/N that the calm, caring voice in her head belonged to Jensen. Of course. She'd call the boys. One of them would likely be free to come help her. 

She dialed Jensen's number, glad the thieves hadn't taken her phone from her jeans pocket. It was a shitty old thing, they probably hadn't thought it was worth the bother. 

It rang twice before he picked up. 

"Hey, darlin'. Need a ride into work? I know night shoots suck." He asked, a smile in his voice. 

"No…don’t need a ride." Her voice was a croak, as tears and fear clogged it. Jensen heard immediately.

"Baby? What's wrong?"

"I need…I had…something happened. These guys, they jumped me…I didn’t notice them. I need someone to…I need help."

She heard Jensen's voice move away from the phone slightly as he called out.

"Jared! It's Y/N, she's hurt, come on!"

He spoke into the receiver again. "Hey, baby, everything's okay now." She actually smiled slightly; his voice was exactly as it had sounded in her head 

"Just tell us where you are, and we'll be there right away."

“I’m in the…the alley beside my building.” She looked down at herself and the dirt and blood that stained the white tank top and jeans she wore. “I’m bleeding, and they…they wrecked my shirt, they tore it.”

Jensen’s voice became softer. “It’s okay, Y/N, we're in the car now. We’re less than 5 minutes away. Jared’s calling the police; do you need an ambulance?”

Y/N shook her head before realizing that Jensen couldn’t hear her head shake. “No.” She said.

Her teeth began to chatter and her whole body began to vibrate as shock took over. “I don’t want…don’t wanna go to the hospital. I’m…I just want to go home. I can’t…I don’t think I can walk on my own, my ankle is…and my head’s…I’m kinda dizzy.”

“No, sweetheart, don’t try to move on your own. We’re so close now.” As he said it, Y/N could hear the screech of tires a block away as Jensen’s pickup truck squealed around the corner of her street and headed towards her block. 

She heard doors open and slam shut, and seconds later, Jensen and Jared loomed large, solid and reassuring at the entrance to the alleyway, silhouetted against the streetlights behind them. She sighed first, and then started crying.

They were here; she was safe.

They ran towards where she sat in the middle of the alley, skidding to a stop beside her and crouching down. The light in the alley was terrible, but Jensen did a quick sweep with his hands to see if anything seemed broken, while Jared held her gently, allowing her tears to seep into his t-shirt.

Seemingly reassured that there were no broken bones, Jensen scooped her up and carried her to her apartment. When they finally had her settled on her couch, with the lights shining bright overhead, she watched the fury bloom on their faces as they got their first good look at her injuries. 

“Who did this to you?” Jared asked as he sat down beside her and took her hand in his.

Jensen answered, his voice chillingly cold.. “Dead men. Dead men did this.” 

Jared shook his head. “Jensen.” He said warningly. “That’s not helping.”

Jensen’s jaw clenched and unclenched several times before he took a deep breath. “You’re right. Killing them can wait.” 

He walked away and returned a half minute later with a first aid kit and a cold cloth. He ran the cloth incredibly gently across her forehead and cheeks, and the coolness felt wonderful against her throbbing skin. They both spoke softly and reassuringly, and Y/N just let their words flow into her, and calm her racing heart and shaking limbs.

As the boys took turns using the first aid kit to tend to the cuts and bruises across her face, Jared seemed like he was working up to saying something. Finally he looked at Jensen and shook his head. In their usual silent communication, Jared seemed to be passing the conversation to Jensen. Y/N was curious what they were trying to say, so she finally just grabbed Jared’s hand where he was cleaning the particularly deep gash above her eyebrow.

“What is it?” She asked, worried her injuries were more dangerous than she’d thought. Maybe she should go to the hospital.

Jensen answered; he was on his knees in front of where she sat on the couch, but he still had to duck his head a bit, to be able to look her in the eye as he spoke.

“Baby, you said…earlier…” 

He took a breath, and tried again. “Sweetheart, you know nothing you say will change how much we love you, and we’ll…we’ll do whatever you need us to do.”

Y/N nodded; she did know that. From the moment she’d shown up on the set of Supernatural, the boys had taken her underwing like protective fathers, and even welcomed her into their homes happily, treating her as simply another member of their busy, beautiful families. They were the protectors and champions she’d always wanted, but had never been lucky enough to have. She trusted them and their love for her completely.

“So…” Jensen continued. “You said that, when I was talking to you before, you said that there was a group of people. They were guys?”

Y/N nodded.

“And you said…” Jensen gritted his teeth again harshly. “You said that they’d…ruined your shirt…tore it? Baby.” He pulled her shirt together where it was torn at the neck. “Baby, did they…hurt you?” At first Y/N was confused. Of course they hurt her, she was bruised and bleeding. But then she heard the way he put emphasis on the word “hurt”, and realized what kind of hurt he meant. 

She turned red, and shook her head quickly, looking at her lap and ignoring the way her skull ached. “No. I mean…no, they didn’t…didn’t hurt anything that won’t heal. They tore my shirt when they were grabbing and ripping at my necklace.”

Her eyes went wide and then filled with tears as she turned to Jared. “The necklace you got me for Christmas. They took it.”

“Oh, darlin’, don’t worry. I’ll buy you a new one, I promise.” Jared said as he pulled her head gently against his shoulder. 

Just then a knock came to the door. For the next half hour Jared and Jensen sat beside her as she gave a tearful accounting of the whole incident to the police officers who crowded into her small living room. They acted like twin pillars of strength, helping her through, and lending her their bravery when she needed it. 

Finally, the police left, advising that she go to the hospital because of her head injuries. The boys agreed and then, when she said again that she really didn’t want to go, they insisted.

Finally she caved, and within the hour she was admitted for observation at St. Francis Memorial. The boys stayed with her all night. Y/N dozed from time to time, but the nurses came in regularly to wake her up and ask her simple questions like where she was born or how to spell her name, just to make sure her concussion wasn’t getting worse. 

Whenever Y/N was awake, the boys would regale her with stories from when they were kids, stories from set, stories about their own kids. She had to keep telling them not to make her laugh so much - she had bruised ribs. 

When the morning came, and the doctors were satisfied with her test results and with the results of the CT Scan they’d done the night before, she was discharged and the boys took her home. By the time she got there, she was exhausted beyond belief. So, they simply tucked her up in her bed, and then pulled up chairs to sit beside her.

“You guys don’t have to stay.” She said with a deep yawn. “You must be exhausted too.”

They both raised their feet onto the bed beside her and leaned back in the chairs. “Yeah,” Jensen answered, “but we’re good here.”

Y/N considered arguing against their overprotectiveness, but admitted to herself that she needed it right now. So, she simply smiled at them, and snuggled deeper into her soft pillows and cozy blanket.

“Love you guys.” She said sleepily. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it kiddo.” They said together. 

Love it when they talk at the same time, she thought to herself with a smile as she drifted off to a peaceful sleep, knowing she was completely safe, with her heroes so nearby.

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[mxssingmemories]

Go Fish, Bitch

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

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

Warnings: None. Pure, tooth-rotting fluff.

Word Count: 870 ish.

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

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

A minute later, you opened the door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#spn rpf #jensen ackles x teen!reader #jensen ackles fluff #jensen ackles x daughter!reader #my writing #in love with this #supernatural

[effiepie2008]

Peaky blinders:

Tommy Shelby

Alfie Solomons

OC Sister reader series (-Alfie Solomons )

13 resons why:

Zach Dumpy

Bryce Walker 

Montgomery Del la cruz

Cyrus

Clay Jensen - OC sister

Stranger things:

Steve Harrington

Jim Hopper

Teen wolf:

Derek Hale

Peter Hale

Stiles Stilinski

Brett Talbot

Stiles - OC sister 

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[kayyay1219]

The Supernatural Iife Ch.2.

Parings: Jensen x teen!reader Jared x teen!reader (Non romantic)

Chapter Warnings: Angst, fluff, new character, stress, panic attack, and creepy vibes from new character

The next morning Y/N and the boys got up to go to set and shoot another long day. The director had an announcement to make before they had to start the day. Cliff came and picked them up to go to the set. On the way to set Y/N was still not awake, she was cuddled up to Jensen. He had his arms wrapped around her, with his head on top of hers. Jared looked over at them and smiled, he took out his phone and took a picture. When they arrived, they immediately went into the director’s office. In the office Y/N noticed that there was a boy her age, standing in the back of the room. “Good morning, I know we have a lot to do today, so I’ll make this quick. This is Cody, he’ll be Y/N character love interest.” The director stated. Both Jensen and Jared were surprised at this decision, them both being father figures to Y/N, they didn’t like it one bit. Y/N on the other hand, was nervous. She never had a boyfriend before, let alone her first kiss. Ever since she joined the show, Jensen and Jared have always looked out for her, especially Jensen. When they go to conventions her and Jensen room together, or when she’s sick, he’s there with medicine. She was like a child to him. As the director was explaining what was going to be happening that day, Jensen was still not liking the idea of Y/N having a love interest on the show. “No, Y/N doesn’t need a love interest, her character is fine on her own and it wouldn’t work. Her character is a lonely girl who doesn’t have time for a relationship.” Jensen said with a fatherly tone. The director laughed like this was a joke, but it wasn’t a joke to Jensen. “Well, my mind is made up, Y/N character will have a love interest. Also, we’re all having a cast dinner tonight, so the two can get to know each other and that’s final.” Y/N went to her trailer and got ready to shoot her scenes with Cody. Apparently one of the scenes is when they’re meeting for the first time. Cody's character Jake was supposed to save Lizzy from Vampires and they have a victory dinner after.

Y/N was nervous to shoot this scene with Cody, when she met him, he kinda gave her a creepy vibe that she didn’t like. On the way to the set, Y/N saw Cody walk up to her with a smirk on his face. “Hey Y/N, are you ready to shoot this scene? He asked her. She put on a fake smile trying not to be rude. “Oh yeah, so ready.” She said with fake enthusiasm. She began to tug at her fingers, her anxiety was coming up like a volcano about to explode. Y/N pushed all of it down, not wanting to worry about Jensen or Jared. She just wanted to get this scene over with tonight's dinner.

Y/N walked alongside with Cody, him not really noticing how uncomfortable she is around him. He just gave this vibe that he wasn’t trusting and the way he stared at her just made her squirm.

When they got to the set, Y/N saw the vampire’s nest and the acting vampires getting ready. “Y/N, let me explain what’s going to happen in this scene.” The director said. The two teens listened carefully to the director’s instructions and as that was going on, Jensen and Jared were in the corner of the set going to watch the scene. Jensen was having a hard time with the new cast member on this show. He didn’t like how he stared at Y/N and he certainly didn’t like how close he was standing next to her. “Dude, you got to chill, nothing is going to happen to Y/N. Trust me, I don’t like this either.” Jared said. Jensen still had his dad look on his face, just wanting to go wipe that little smirk off that prick’s face. “Something is just off about him, I don’t like how he’s staring at her or standing close to her. I’m just scared he’s going to try and do something to her and I won't be able to stop it. Jensen said expressing his feelings towards Jared.

Y/N and Cody both got ready to shoot this scene after being told what to do. Y/N was tied up around her pole and Cody’s character, Jake was supposed to untie her and them both fighting the vampires.

*Scene Starting*

Lizzy was struggling to get the ropes off her wrists trying to escape the vampire nest. She thought she had it under control, but she didn’t. “You’re never getting out of here, you’re gonna be mine forever.” The head vampire said with an evil laugh. As she continued to find a way out, someone cut off the vampire’s head. She flinched at what she just saw. Behind the vampire was a boy, not much older than her with a machete in his hand. He quickly untied her and helped her up off the ground. Behind the boy, was another vampire, a woman this time, trying to kill him. “Look out!” Lizzy screamed. The boy turned around, cutting off her head. Then along came all the other vampires. They both quickly started killing vampires one by one. Once all the vampires were dead, the two teens had blood all over them. They were both panting from all the fighting. Lizzy looked at the boy and smiled at him. “Thank you.” Lizzy said gratefully. The boy smiled back at her. “Anytime, my name is Jake by the way.” Jake said, still having a smile on his face. Jake thought Lizzy was beautiful, even though she had blood all over her. “Name is Lizzy. Are you a hunter?” She asked. “ Yes, my parents trained me before they died. He explained. Lizzy looked at the boy in front of her giving a sincere glance. “Sorry about your loss, my parents died too. They were killed by a demon. She said, “Mine were also killed by demons. When I was eleven, I came home to my parents murdered on their bed.” Jake told his story. The two teens had something in common, that’s saying something. They were both venging for their parents. “ Why don't we both go get some food for this victory kill?’ Jake asked Lizzy. Lizzy ended up saying yes and they hung out for the rest of the night.

*Scene ending*

“Cut! That was perfect you guys. I can see the chemistry between you two. Let’s all go to lunch and then we’ll finish the day with Jensen and Jared with their scenes.” The director said. The whole cast went their separate ways to eat lunch. Y/N went to her trailer to eat her lunch by herself. She started to think about how she’s going to be working with Cody for the remainder of the season. She just couldn’t shake off his creepy behavior. Y/N started to pull at her fingers, and panting really hard. She then realized she’s having a panic attack. It was getting harder to breathe and her chest began to tighten up. Y/N didn’t notice that Jensen had walked in her trailer to check on her, good thing he did. Once he saw what was happening, he ran over to her to help her come out of it. Y/N was standing against the wall, started to cry and was still having trouble breathing. “Y/N, sweetheart, breathe. You’re okay, I’m here. I’m right here.” Jensen said calmly. He helped her slide down the wall to sit on the floor. “I can’t breathe, my chest hurts and I can’t calm down.” Y/N said crying really hard. Jensen started to tear up, not liking what she’s going through, but he had to put that aside and help Y/N.

“Yes, you can, I’m right here. Here, I’m gonna take your hand and put it over my heart, so you can feel my heartbeat.” Jensen explained. He took her hand and placed it over his heart letting her feel his heartbeat. “Breathe for me, baby. In and out, in and out.” Jensen said calmly, giving her instructions. Y/N slowly started to breathe and started to get her breathing under control. “There you go, sweetheart, that’s it.” He said and then kissed her forehead.

The two just sat on the floor for a few minutes. “Are you okay, baby?” Jensen asked all worried. When she got the courage to speak, her voice was hoarse. “Yeah, I think I was just stressed about today.”She told him. Y/N didn’t want to tell the real reason why, she didn’t want to worry him. Jensen didn’t buy it one bit , but he didn’t want to push her. “Do you think you’ll be okay if I go do my scenes and then I’ll come back so we can go home. I know today has been long for you. I can also ask Jared to come sit with you until I’m done. Jensen explained.

“Yes please, I really don’t want to be alone right now.” Y/N said, kinda scared. Jensen nodded his hand and smiled at her trying to calm her down. He went off to text Jared to come sit with Y/N in her trailer the remainder of the day, since he didn’t have any more scenes to shoot.

Jared came in her trailer right after he heard what happened. Jensen left to go shoot his scenes. Y/N layed on her couch, really tired from her panic attack. She began to fall asleep, Jared saw that she was put like a light and took a blanket off the chair that was by the couch and covered her up to keep her warm.

Later on, Jensen came back to her trailer to check on her, but when he got in, he saw the cutest thing. Jared had his head on the couch and his hand in Y/N hair, but he was asleep. Jensen took out his phone and took a picture. He woke up Jared and told him it was time to go home so they could get ready for the cast dinner later that night. He didn’t want to wake up Y/N, so he picked her up and carried her to the car.

When they got home, Y/N was already awake, she had woken up in the car, but still was in Jensen’s arms. She went to her room to change into something appropriate for tonight’s dinner. After she got changed, she went to the bathroom to do her hair and makeup. As she was getting ready, she didn’t notice Jesen standing behind her until he said something.

“You look really beautiful, sweetheart. Jensen told her with a smile on his face. Y/N looked down blushing, she doesn’t really get compliments like this. Jared came up behind Jensen and saw how beautiful Y/N looked. “Wow, Y/N, you look amazing.” He said. This made her blush even more.

Thank y’all, you boys don’t look bad yourselves. Y/N complimented back. The two men were dressed up in nice jeans and nice button up shirts. After everyone was ready, Cliff picked them up and they were off to the restaurant. When they arrived, the rest of the cast was already there sitting at the table.

The director got up from his seat and went up to the trio. “Y/N, you will be sitting by Cody. Go get to know him, you two will be spending more time together.” Y/N went to go sit by Cody, getting nervous by the minute. Once Cody saw that she was making her way over to him, he immediately put her smirk on his face. She saw the look he was giving her, and she did not like it one bit, but she knew she had to be nice.“Y/N, so nice to see you. How was the rest of your day?” Cody asked, trying to make conversation with her. “Oh, it was nice.” She answered back, not really want to talk with him. She really wanted to sit by Jared and Jensen. Y/N started to pull at her fingers. In her mind, she heard Jensen’s voice telling her to breathe. Y/N started to calm down and try to enjoy the rest of the night.

For the rest of the evening, Cody was mainly talking about himself, barely letting Y/N talk. When the dinner was over, which she was grateful for, her and the boys went home. They finally got home and the three went their separate ways to get ready for bed.

Y/N climbed into her bed wearing one of Jared’s ‘Always Keep Fighting’ hoodies to keep herself warm. About two to three hours later, Y/N found herself awake and couldn’t go back to sleep. She got out of bed and tiptoed down the hallway to Jensen’s room. She really didn’t want to bother him, but she knew that he would help her go back to sleep. She climbed into his bed carefully not to wake him up. Jensen stirred awake to find Y/N awake in his bed, beginning to worry why she was awake. “You okay, baby?” Jesen asked all worried. “Yeah, I just woke up, couldn’t go back to sleep. Y/N whispered. Jensen wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back. After a few minutes she was back to sleep.

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[violentdelightsproductions]

Teen! Dean Winchester x Teen! Ellie Spencer + Southern Gothic Aesthetic

"Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. Around any corner, there's a promise of something daring and ideal and things are just getting going. There's something obscenely joyful behind every door, either that or somebody crying with their head in their hands. A lazy rhythm looms in the dreamy air and the atmosphere pulsates with bygone duels, past-life romance, comrades requesting comrades to aid them in some way. You can't see it, but you know it's here. Somebody is always sinking. Everyone seems to be from some very old Southern families. Either that or a foreigner. I like the way it is."

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[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Can you make a Jensen x teen!reader where Jensen has a bad day and takes it out on the reader and makes her cry. The reader go to Jared for comfort and Jared yells at Jensen. Then Jensen comes to your apartment and makes things right by apologizing and cuddling and watching movies with the reader.

Reader’s age: 15

It’s on its way <3

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[pink-sparkly-witch]

Spring in Fall

Summary: Jensen Ackles has spent his whole adult life in front of the camera, but now he wants something more. Something he’s not been able to find yet: an omega to settle down with. When Y/N Y/L/N arrived on the set of Supernatural, the alpha may just find all he’s ever wanted – his true mate.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Female Omega!Reader

Rating: Teen

Bingo Square: Scent Bond for @jacklesversebingo

Warnings: Omegaverse, A/B/O dynamics (no smut or anatomy talk), fluff, scenting.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This WIP has sat unfinished for over a year. When I got the ‘Scent Bond’ bingo square for Jacklesverse, I just knew this would be the perfect fill and found my fluffy bone long enough to get this finished! I hope you love this absolute floof 😘

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Jensen was irritable. That much was obvious from the Goddamn moon. In fact, irritable was too polite a word for what he was. His ruts were no joke since he hit forty, knowing that his biology dictated he should’ve settled with a mate long before now. The problem was work always got in the way.

If it wasn’t sixteen hour filming days, it was every other weekend at conventions. If it wasn’t conventions, it was catching up on sleep; if it wasn’t sleep, it was an awards show, corporate event, or some other function he was obligated by contract to attend.

Jared had been lucky in finding his true mate on set, and Jensen always hoped the same fate might come to him, but so far, twelve seasons into the show, it hadn’t happened and his hope was starting to wain.

He couldn’t deny that he wanted what all his family and friends had. He was lonely—not that he liked to admit that out loud to many people. All that would achieve is a sudden string of blind dates that always ended in disaster.

The alarm on his phone went off with the reminder to buy a present for his nephew’s birthday, and when he registered the date, he frowned. Quickly, Jensen ran through the math in his head, and his frown deepened. He wasn’t due a rut for another week.

Then why was he so on edge?

“Mr. Ackles? They need you on set in five.” One of the PAs, Riley, he thinks, shouts through his trailer door.

“Alright, thanks,” Jensen calls back, trying to put it to the back of his mind for now. He had a job to do, and if Jensen was anything, he was a professional. He would never let personal issues bleed into his professional life.

Plus, they had a very important guest star for the next couple of months. Y/N Y/L/N had signed on for an eight-episode story arc, and everyone was excited. She was the most popular actress the network had ever had on their books. She was making waves in the acting world, and everyone knew it was only a matter of time before she moved to a bigger network or the big screen and began cashing in on prestigious award wins.

Not only that, but Jensen had a massive crush on the beautiful omega, and Dean would be having a really good time with her sassy, sexy character for the duration of her time here. He knew it was unlikely that she’d be his true mate, but maybe, if he played his cards right, she’d at least go on a date with him, and things might work out for them. Plenty of couples he knew weren’t true mates and life was great for them.

“Can you smell that?” Y/N asked no one in particular in the hair and makeup trailer.

“Smell what?” Jared asked from the hair chair.

“Leather, and…” she turned her head and sniffed again. “Sandalwood. Mmm, whiskey.” She felt her cheeks heat up and a tingle in her belly that wasn’t wholly unfamiliar to her; neither was the scent she was detecting. It smelled like home. “Spearmint, too?”

Jared smirked through the mirror at Frida, the hair lady, and Y/N caught the grin on the makeup lady, Tanya’s, face. “What?” she asked. Tanya just shook her head, her grin getting wider.

“Come on, Tanya! There’s something you’re not telling me! What is it?” she whined and pouted playfully.

“Jeez, don’t give me that look!” Tanya laughed. “Damn it! Or those eyes!” she stepped away, laughing harder, when Y/N pulled out the big guns. “You know, Jared, Y/N’s puppy eyes are better than yours!”

Jared laughed and mumbled something that sounded a lot like: “Jensen’s gonna be in so much trouble!” as he looked over at the confused omega, who was still subtly sniffing the air with an adorable frown on her face.

“Is it getting hotter in here?” Y/N suddenly exclaimed. “My God, it’s hot,” she fanned herself with her script, feeling the heat rise from her toes upwards as if she’d just sat in a tub filled with water that was too hot. “Can we open the door or something?”

“Sure, I got it,” Frida said as she left Jared in the hair chair and opened the door to the trailer. “Jensen!” she gasped as she opened the door and saw the green-eyed actor reaching for the handle. “You scared me!” she giggled and stepped back, allowing the tall alpha to enter the trailer.

As soon as Jensen stepped inside, he stopped short, his green eyes blown wide and pupils dilating at the sight of his famous crush sitting in what was usually his makeup chair. She looked beautiful with her big doe eyes as wide as his and her hands fidgeting in her lap.

“Omega,” Jensen purred, momentarily shocked at how pathetic he sounded. Certainly not like the big, strong alpha he wanted to be for her, that’s for sure.

“Alpha,” Y/N whimpered in response, bowing her head as a sign of her submission to him.

Jensen stepped out of his trailer and took a deep breath of fresh air, frowning at the scent he caught on the wind. It smelled like home. Like The Dallas Arboretum and Botanical Garden in the springtime, to be exact. Cherry blossom, lilac and honeysuckle all mixed in with a hint of lavender, making his mouth water. But that was impossible. Except for the lavender, those flowers only appeared in the spring or early summer. It was October.

He didn’t think they’d have flowers on set for any reason, but he supposed that didn’t mean someone didn’t get sent a bouquet or something. The smell of lilac was unmistakable to him; his mom had a huge lilac bush in her backyard, and he’d grown up with it. He’d know that smell a mile off.

Shaking his head to rid himself of thoughts of home, he continued towards the set. He was really excited to work with Y/N, and he hoped she was as sweet and kind as he’d always heard she was. Nothing was worse than having professional respect for someone, meeting them, and finding their personality or attitude lacking.

Jensen spotted Rich across the lot and walked towards him to welcome him. The kind beta was directing again, and Jensen wanted to greet him properly and make sure he knew where to go if he needed anything. Not that Rich needed the reminder, but Jensen was nothing if he wasn’t a gentleman.

“Hey man, good to see you again,” Jensen said as he greeted Rich with a hug.

“Looking good, Jensen. How are you doing?” Rich asked.

“Ah, you know,” Jensen said simply. Rich was one of the few people who knew how desperate he was to find a mate, settle down and have a few pups of his own instead of always being the fun uncle.

“She’s out there, Jay. And I have a feeling she’s closer than you think!” he smirked.

“Ha!” Jensen scoffed. “You sound like Jared! He’s convinced Y/N’ll turn out to be my true mate!” he chuckled.

“Hey, I get why he thinks that! I remember all those nights in your trailer or apartment, and if you saw her on screen, you just froze and stared at her until she was off camera again!” Rich laughed heartily.

“Well, she’s incredibly beautiful. And I’m no worse with her than when you see Scarlett Johansson or Jared was with Nina Dobrev!” Jensen laughed.

“True, but your eyes glaze over, and you get this stupid smile, and…” Rich trailed off at his friend’s head tilt and look of sheer concentration.

“Can you smell that?” Jensen asked.

“Smell what?” Rich asked.

“It’s like a spring garden or something. I smelled it earlier and can’t get it out of–” Jensen whipped his head around and began stalking towards the hair and makeup trailer. Rich followed him, staying a safe distance behind the prowling alpha.

The alpha stopped in front of the trailer door and sniffed, purring low in his throat at finally finding its source. Just as he raised his hand to pull on the handle, the door whipped open, and his senses were assaulted with the most delicious and delicate scent he’d witnessed in his whole life.

Jensen stepped into the trailer, his gaze fixed on his celebrity crush, and felt the air being sucked from him as her Y/E/C eyes met his green ones, wide and submissive. “Omega,” Jensen purred, momentarily shocked at how pathetic he sounded. Certainly not like the big, strong alpha he wanted to be for her, that’s for sure.

“Alpha,” Y/N whimpered in response, bowing her head as a sign of her submission to him.

“I think that’s our cue to leave,” Jared grinned, raising his hands at the older alpha, showing he was no threat to them. The two women showed the same respect to Y/N, raising their hands as they left the trailer.

“I think Jay just found his true mate!” Jared grinned, pulling Rich into a hug.

“He’s gonna absolutely hate that you were right. I hope you know that!” Rich smirked.

“Hell yeah! And I’m never gonna let him forget it!”

Rich chuckled as he pulled the walkie from his belt. “We got a code 143; I repeat, a code 143 is in progress. All filming is suspended until further notice. Ladies and gentlemen, Jensen Ackles has met his true mate in none other than Y/N Y/L/N. Over and out,” Rich spoke through the device and smiled, high-fiving Jared when they heard the cheers erupt from all over the lot.

“Alright, I’ll start with the phone calls. Have you got the numbers for Y/N’s family? I’ll let them know she’ll be off grid for a few days at least,” Jared asked Rich, who handed him a sheet of paper with her emergency contacts listed.

“I’ll get some betas to keep the parameter clear from here back to his trailer. The last thing we need is another alpha getting too close to Y/N. Or an omega to Jensen, for that matter. Then I better call the Network and let them know their golden boy and girl are officially off the market!” Rich chuckled.

“They’re gonna love that!” Jared laughed.

It’d been suggested to Jensen before by numerous executives that he and Y/N should meet and see if there was a spark, but Jensen was stubborn and said if they were meant to meet, it’d happen naturally. Apparently, so was Y/N. They’d heard a few times that it was the same response she gave them whenever they asked her about it.

Once the door was closed, Jensen stepped towards her and kneeled at her feet. “Do you want this, Y/N? Want me?” he asked shyly. Yes, they were true mates, but he had a few years on her, and she might not want to settle with an older man. She might not want to settle at all. Being in the prime of her career might mean she wasn’t ready to start a family yet.

“Yes, Jensen. I want this… want you, Alpha,” she purred, placing her hand on his cheek and smiling softly. The gasp of pained relief from the big, strong alpha broke her heart, and she wondered if he’d been let down as many times as she had in the past or if it was more.

“Can I… uh… can I scent you, Omega, please?” Jensen asked quietly, and Y/N giggled at his cuteness. She’d always hoped she’d have an alpha with a softer side, and it seemed like she got one.

“Yes, Alpha. I’m yours now,” she said softly.

“Not quite,” his fingers rubbed softly over her mating gland. “But I intend for you to be mine very soon,” he smiled softly before slowly leaning forward and nuzzling his nose into her neck. His hot breath against her sensitive skin made Y/N shiver, and her body erupted in goosebumps. The intimacy of the gesture was overwhelming, and she felt tears sting in her eyes.

Jensen whined as he got in closer and breathed her in. “You smell so good, Omega. And so beautiful,” he whispered to her, gently placing his hand on the back of her neck and pulling her closer still. Y/N tilted her head and rested her cheek on his shoulder, nuzzling her nose into his mating gland, her neck still open, and began to scent him in return.

Within seconds, an overwhelming sense of tranquillity and contentment at being exactly where he needed to be rushed over him, and he had no idea if it was coming from him, her or both of them. And it was the most elating feeling in the world.

“Sweetheart, I could sit her for hours and do this,” Jensen whispered, placing the softest of kisses on her neck between each word he spoke. “But I wanna take you somewhere more private if you’ll let me.”

“Okay,” Y/N answered, a whine escaping her throat as soon as he pulled away from her. Jensen chuckled at her pout, stood, held his hand out for her to take, and pulled her protectively into his side when she was on her feet.

“What hotel are you staying in?” Jensen asked.

“I’m not. I’m staying with a friend. Her apartment is just outside the city,” Y/N responded.

“My place is closer. Is that okay with you? I’d rather we have complete privacy, but if it would make you feel better, we can go to my trailer or the place you’re staying,” Jensen spoke softly.

“Let’s go to your place, Alpha,” she beamed brightly, chuckling when Jensen purred in approval of her answer.

Stepping out of the trailer, Jensen pulled Y/N into his body and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. The omega responded instantly, winding her arm around his waist and moving as close to him as their bodies allowed. The alpha smirked and puffed his chest with pride at hearing the wolf whistles from the crew, who’d gathered to wish the new couple well.

Jensen noticed his driver standing next to an SUV and headed straight towards him, determined to get them out of there as quickly as possible. He’d waited long enough for her and didn’t want to wait any longer. 

Helping Y/N into the car, Jensen quickly moved to the other side and climbed in beside her. He’d barely sat down when the omega slid over to his side and cosied up to him, burying her nose in his neck and scenting him contentedly. He purred, happy to finally have his omega in his arms, scenting her hair, allowing her aroma to mingle and settle in with his own, binding them together in a bond that would become unbreakable the instant he claimed her, which Jensen had every intention of doing before the sun came up.

“Forever starts now, Omega. You ready for it?” Jensen murmured into Y/N’s hair.

“I’ve never been more ready, Alpha.”

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[peyton-warren]

Blinded by the Fog Chapter 9

Characters: Reader, Captain Syverson Pairings: Reader x Syverson, Jake Jensen x Reader Word count: 3686 Type: angst and fluff Warning: 18+. Minors DNI. You will need tissues according to my beta. Guilt, self-depreciation, self-doubt, loss of spouse and found family, swearing, adorably adorablness and sickeningly sweet Sy. Summary: Reader and Sy have their first official date.

Author's Note: So many people to thank for this one. Thank you to @ellethespaceunicorn for the beta and for helping me through some rough spots in this. Thank you to @adulting-sucks for her continued support and betaing. Thank you to @sarahdonald87 and @geralts-yenn for listening to me whine about this chapter their support.

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Chapter 8 The following night you put your car into park next to Sy’s truck in his driveway a few minutes before you were scheduled to arrive for your first official date.  You nervously looked at yourself in the mirror, looking for imperfections for the thousandth time even though Aaran Syverson had already seen you at one of the lowest moments in your entire life just a few short weeks ago and still wanted to see you tonight.  

Flipping your visor back in place, you reached for the handle of the door, reminding yourself and the nervous butterflies that this was your idea.  Last night after you had assured Madre that you had made it home safe and sound, Sy and you talked more about apprehensions you both had and what you both wanted moving forward.  And it was quickly but delicately decided you would try actually dating.  That alone made you feel like a teen again, filled with excitement about seeing Sy in a more intimate way and also supplied you with dread at attempting to date in a town that seemed to be overstocked with people who knew about your recent loss.  You knew it was absurd to assume everyone who might see the two of you out together would think you were the world’s worst widow, but your brain would not let that possibility go.  Sy’s compromise was to have your first official date at his house the following night, he would cook for you. This plan seemed simple enough. The perfect combination of everyone’s wishes. But you couldn’t help the nerves now that it was here as you approached his front door, fidgeting with the skirt of your new dress for the millionth time.  

The new dress..... The one you had run off over an hour away to purchase this morning, deeming everything in your closet to be too tied to your husband, unable to shake the feeling you were cheating on Jake by agreeing to see Sy.  If you had new clothes, clothes your husband had never seen, never touched, it would make this semi-okay in your brain.  And speaking of never touched, you also took it upon yourself to buy yourself new lingerie.  You blushed hotly at the thought of the pastel purple set you were currently wearing under your dress.  You weren’t entirely sure you were ready to sleep with Aaran yet, but if it came up - excuse the pun- you were certain new undergarments should eliminate a portion of your hesitation.  

As you reached the door, you raised your hand to knock, only to have it opened before your knuckles could touch the painted surface.  You jumped, squeaked, and nearly dropped one of your gifts in your hands as you hid the second one behind your back with a rustle.  “Oh hi!” you tried to sound casual and normal as you looked up at your host leaned against his door.  And as your eyes flowed over him from toe to head, all rational thought disappeared from your brain, and you are fairly certain you need a bib.  

Dressed in jeans and dark blue collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and barefoot, Aaran exuded comfort and confidence all in one, something you wished you could say you felt at the same time. Your eyes landed on his sparkling blue ones as he finished his own perusal of you, making you flush as his eyes crinkle in the corner as his smile widened.   

“You look lovely,” he assured you, gesturing for you to step over the threshold by opening the door wider and stepping back with a nod.

Flustered, your eyes flitted around to find a safe place to land that was not on Sy as you entered his home. “Oh, I brought you these,” you stuttered, holding the hand not behind your back to offer him the six-pack of his favorite beer.  As his fingers brushed yours in the handle, you gasped, and looked up at him, his eyes trained on your face, the look both adoring and curious. 

“Thank you,” he said, his voice comforting and alluring, and seeming to flow over you in a way that it had not just a few days ago, seeming to almost coat your soul.  

Self-consciously, your hand dropped from the handle, choosing to grip the side of your skirt.  “You’re welcome.  Oh and you look nice too,” you admitted, your voice just this side of stuttering.  You suddenly felt very silly about your second gift for Sy, realizing what you thought might be a fun and playful gesture might not come across that way.  You felt self conscious and awkward as he waited expectantly for your final reveal.  

On your way to his house when you stopped to grab the beer, you stood by the display filled with bouquets of flowers, partly thinking it would be a cute idea, that he would likely do the same if he showed up at your house to pick you up for a real first date instead of this hiding away game you were forcing the two of you to play because of your own insecurities about being recently widowed.  You had stood before the display trying to pick out the perfect bunch.  You wondered if Sy even had a favorite flower.  And if he did what would it be.  Are there any flowers Texas was known for?   And you realized quickly you didn’t know much about Texas or the man you were joining for dinner.  

“I have to get back to cooking,” Sy said softly, breaking you from your thoughts.  “Make yourself comfortable.  Can I get you something to drink?” he asked.  “A beer?” He raised the bottles in his hand with a soft smile, before wandering toward the kitchen at a slow pace, half watching you.  

“Water is great and I know where it is,” you insisted.  

“Nonsense,” he insisted, popping the beers in the fridge and pausing at the stove to stir something.  “Let me get it for you, grab a seat.” 

You entered his kitchen to be greeted by familiar lovely smells. “Oh my god, is that-“ you paused, smelling again, craning your neck to look at the stove from the doorway.  

Sy’s face broke into a broader smile from the sink  “It is.  I remembered how much you liked it when I made it for you a few weeks ago,” he stated, settling a glass of water near the stools at the breakfast bar.  

Your smile matched his as you watched him turn back to the stove.  “It smells as amazing as I remember. Can I do anything to help?”  

Sy glanced over his shoulder at you, a calming looking on his face.  “You can sit there and tell me about your day,” he insisted.  

You glanced at the stools and then recognized you still held your other hand behind your back.  “Hey before I do that, do you have a vase?” The eyebrow of meow appeared again and coasted high on his forehead.  “A vase?” he asked questionably, still looking at you from over his shoulder.

“Yeah,” you responded, blushing.

He dropped the spoon to the stove top and nodded, licking his thumb and forefinger.  You couldn’t stop yourself from focusing on his tongue and lips as he made a soft, subtle smacking noise.  “I do,” he admitted, heading towards you, noting the look on your face with a small smirk.  You stood frozen in place as he got within an arm's reach, all the while his eyes were trained on yours.  At the last moment before he would have bumped into you, he sidestepped, brushing his arm against the one you had tucked behind your back, a half-attempt to look at what you had hidden, as if he didn’t have a clue after your one question.  “But there’s a problem,” he softly admitted, as you turned, keeping your front facing him while bending your body back to keep his last gift out of his view.  He walked into a small room off of the kitchen that you had not ventured into during your last visit, and you followed through the open folded french doors.  On the other side was a small but well appointed dining room, and in the middle of it sat a beautifully set table, including a vase in the center filled with simple daisies with a few peace roses speckled throughout them, complementary greens in between and flowing from a glass vase.  

You let out a small gasp, with a soft smile.  “Those are lovely,” you admitted, mentally comparing them to the grocery store tulips behind your back.  

“We can find a glass for the ones you are hiding.” Sy teased, making you awkwardly offer them to him.  “They are lovely too,” he told you, taking them from you, before kissing your cheek.  “You are so sweet to bring them.” 

With your skin tingling from his affections, you shrugged.  “They are just-” 

With a gentle look over his shoulder, Sy cut you off.  “The first flowers anyone ever gave me,” he amended.  “And I love them, thank you.”

Following him back into the kitchen, you watched as he grabbed a tall pint glass from the cupboard before glancing at the stove.  “Could you do the honors?” he asked, gesturing to the flowers he had laid on the counter by the sink.  “I need to finish dinner.”

“Oh of course of course!”   You slipped your shrug off, draping it over a chair as you moved quickly to the sink as he headed to the stove.  “I need a sharp knife,” you stated after looking at the bottom of the stems realizing they were dry and likely not getting any water.  

Sy didn’t move from his spot but gave you directions to find a knife to your liking.  The kitchen filled with comfortable silence along with the soft music coming from somewhere, you finally realized Sy had music playing throughout the house since you stepped foot into the house.  You usually were the same though lately you had forgone music in your everyday life because every song seemed to remind you of Jake or another Loser.  Soon you found yourself moving to Stone Free, humming along with the Hendrix song as you trimmed the ends of the flowers, placing them in the glass filled with water one by one.  If you weren’t mistaken, you might have caught Sy watching you from the stove as he filled bowls and plates with your meal.  

As you put the last bloom into the glass, the song changed and your face lit up.  “I haven’t heard this song in ages,” you lamented as Mick Jagger began singing about being free to do what he wants, any old time.   Setting the makeshift vase and its contents on the counter closer to the stove, you sang softly with Jagger as you turned to look at Sy only to find him right next to you. With a growing grin on his face, he reached for you, and pulled you into his arms, one winding around your back.  Biting your lip you looked up at him while you slid your hand into his.  With very little effort, Sy carefully danced you between the counter and the center island of his kitchen.  Eyes always on yours, he led you into the open space of the foyer, making your smile widen as you followed his lead through the house.  

'Cause I'm free

To do what I want

Any old time

Sy spun you, extending his arm for you to step out away from him before drawing you back in, pulling your body flush to his.  With a smirk, he leaned you over, dipping you as the song ended, making your face burst with a smile and a blush.  He held you there for a second,  your chests slightly pressed together, your breathing heavier than normal, staring in each other's eyes.  After a moment’s pause, Sy opened his mouth. “I really want to kiss you right now,” he admitted softly.  

Without a second thought, you simply nodded. “Then I think you should,” you barely whispered, your heart all but bursting from your chest as Sy leaned in to kiss you.  You eagerly met his lips as he pulled you into a standing positions, his hands now sitting on your spine, holding you close to him as one of your hands threaded itself through the hairs on the back of his neck, a couple of the fingers on the other hand gently gripping at the front of his shirt, sliding around one of the buttons.  Standing on your tiptoes, your lips melded with his.  At first the kiss was gentle and sweet but as Sy’s lips parted, and his tongue stroked across your lower lip, the temperature shifted.  All thought disappeared from your brain, the world disappeared, all concerns about the impropriety of this flew out the window as your tongues stroked over each other and your breathing increased.  Sy’s hand slid up your back to tangle in the hair at the base of your neck, your fingers almost matching in pressure as your kiss continued to escalate, getting lost in each other until you heard an annoying buzzer sound from the kitchen.  

Sy pressed his forehead to yours after pulling his mouth away, but made no move to detangle himself from you.  “Dinner’s gonna get cold,” he admitted.  

Your eyes stayed closed as you shrugged, not wanting to move.  “What’s ‘dinner’?”

He guffawed before kissing your nose.  “God you are adorable.”  Your grin widened as you blinked your eyes open, looking at him as he slowly released you.  Not letting go of your hand, he led you back into the kitchen.  “Can I help get this to the table?” you asked. 

Within a few minutes, the two of you were seated at the table.  This was far from the first meal you had shared, but looking around the table you couldn't help but feel a bit flushed and giddy at the measures Sy had taken for this first date.  The butterflies were still fluttering in your stomach but they had settled some as you began to eat, chatting about your day, about work, about your lives.  All these things were not new topics for the two of you to share, but it felt different, more open, more sincere.  

After dinner, Sy filled your wine glass with water and a pretty slice of lemon before leading you out into his backyard.  There was a cute little setting around a fire pit, a smattering of chairs, and benches, and the pit looked like it was ready to be sparked to life with just a single match.  Overhead were Edison bulbs strung through the trees, giving the faintest of lights.   

You followed him down the slate path, bare feet feeling the residual warmth the stones still held from the disappeared sun. As you settled into the settee, Sy made quick work with the fire, as you had predicted and joined you.   Without a second thought you curled into him, pressing yourself to his side, your head landing on his chest, your hand on his ribs.  At first he extended his arms outward, almost surprised by your actions, but he quickly recovered, draping one arm over your back and shoulder, curling his hand over your upper arm.  His other arm came to rest on his thigh, while he pressed his cheek to the top of your head.   “This ok?” You asked after a moment.  

Sy chuckled. “More than ok, hun.  More than.”  He squeezed you tighter against him. “Why wouldn’t it be?”   

You gently shrugged, eyes focused on the dancing flames in front of you.  “I don’t know.  Because you’ve been sending me different messages.” You felt your cheeks heat up.  “One second you are looking at me like I’m the only woman on the planet, and the next you are pouring me a glass of water so I’m sober enough to go home.”   

“First of all, tonight you are the only woman on the planet as far as I’m concerned,” he admitted into your hair.  “Secondly,” he paused as he wrapped his other arm around you, holding you firmer to him. “You are going home tonight.”  His arms tightened as you stiffened against him, your hand landing on his chest to push  away from him, as if he just insulted you by making decisions for you.  “This is our first date,” he reminded you.  “It wouldn’t be proper or right for anything else to happen except a lovely kiss goodnight at my door.”

Your brain warred for a few moments. Both touched and annoyed at his thoughts. “But what if I wanted more?” you ask even though you honestly didn’t know if you wanted more than what he was extending to you tonight.  You’d be a liar if you hadn’t thought about what sex with Sy would be like. But you also knew you were terrified at taking that next step with him.  In your mind, that direction was a huge step towards getting over Jake.  And you weren’t sure you wanted to get over him yet.  You weren’t ready to assign him to your past, put him on a shelf. He was, is, forever will be part of you.  

You felt Sy kiss the top of your head, followed by a scruffy peck on your forehead.  His hand cupped you under the chin, turning you to look up at him.  He skimmed his hand over your cheek, catching tears on his thumb, tears you didn’t even know you had cried.  “Because this,” he held up his damp digit.  “Tells me you are just as scared as I am by the next step.”

Your eyes fly from his hand to meet his blue eyes in the shadows cast by the fire light, confused and a little stung by his words.  “You are scared of sleeping with me?” 

Sy sighed, closing his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts.  He tightened his hold on you, his hand landing on your cheek again.  “Yes and no,” he admitted, his eyes slowly opening.  You could see so much swirling in there, wishing you could read them.  “I am partly scared I will wind up just being the man who helps you get over the heartbreak of losing Jake.  That I’m the one who’s gonna put you back together only for you to find someone else when you are whole again.” His words stung hard, piercing through your heart.   

“I am not asking you to put me back together,” you assert, pulling back from him.  You fully extract yourself from him.  “I can do that on my own.  I thought this was something more than just that.” Abruptly you stood, making to move around him, intent on grabbing your things and going.  You didn’t need his pity date.  

“Sugar no,” he expressed, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you back.  He turned on the seat to face you, his legs on either side of you as you stood, arms crossed, staring at the house, not at him.  “This is more than that.  So much more than that,” he assured you, dropping his arm from your waist.  His hand reaches for your arm, gently tugging it from your chest, sliding his hand up your forearm to twine your fingers with his.  After a few silent moments, he sighed.  “I’m just scared,” he admitted.  “Very scared. Of losing you mostly.  You are the best thing to happen to me. Your pain and your struggles only highlight how incredible you are.  I’m scared you are going to get through the pain of losing Jake, and realize I was just something to hold onto so you didn’t lose yourself while you were healing.” You turned to look at him as his voice cracked. “That I was a mistake.”

Tears in his eyes were your undoing, the hurt you felt disappeared. Cupping his cheek, you stepped forward.  “Never a mistake, Sy,” you assured him.  “Never.”  He wrapped his arms around your waist and hips and drew you close to him. He pressed his face to your belly as your hand landed on his head.  “You have been my light, my guiding light as I work through all this. No matter how this works out between us, I will never think of you as a mistake.”  

The two of you stayed like that for an untold amount of time, your hand flowing over his shaved head. His face stuffed into your belly, your thighs pressed to his chest as you stared into the stars beyond the tree limbs surrounding you.  Sy felt right in a way that even Jake never did.  

With guilt you looked up into the sky, hoping Jake could forgive you for that.  You loved him, still loved him so so much. But what you had found with Sy was different, more supportive, more mature, more fulfilling.  You felt more tears fall from your eyes as you stared at the stars, remembering the first time you saw the milky way was with Jake, remembering that your first time for a lot of things was with Jake, remembering there was going to be no more first times with Jake.  

Unexpectedly and surprisingly, Sy drew you into his lap, settling back on the sofa.  Your knees landed on the cushion on either side of his hips as you allowed yourself to be manhandled into his embrace.  You both buried your faces into each other's neck. It was only then that you realized you were crying, nay sobbing.  You clung to Sy as rough as he clung to you, the two of you riding this emotional roller coaster together but separate.  But most importantly together.  Together you could weather whatever was thrown at you.  With him at your side, you could face your fears of the unknown, of the changes that you were going to meet.  You knew you could do it alone but you also knew you didn’t have to as long as he was around.  

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I don’t know if you do Jensen x teen!reader but could you do a Jensen and a teen reader where the reader is having a really hard time with school and acting on Supernatural and Jensen starts to notice how drained she is. Then maybe he could make her feel better by helping her with her school work and setting up a movie night with him and Jared.

Sister by fate

Pairings: Jensen x teenage!Reader (Strictly platonic!)

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A/N: **Characters under 18 are written platonically, please do not take the relationship I make for them and another character as anything other than friends**

Thank you for the request and all the support! I hope you like it! ❤️

“Cut!!”

You jumped at the sound of the loud voice booming throughout the studio, instantly shaking your thoughts away. You turned towards your coworkers staring blankly back at you.

“Oh.” You whispered, nervousness flooding your system when you realized you fucked up the take, again. On any normal day you’d feel awful, you’d apologize profusely and try harder but you were too tired to put any effort into it. Mentally and physically.

Jensen stepped closer, his eyes lingering on your small, and wobbly form. His attention turned to the director as he held up a finger.

“Hey, Y/N, you okay?” He questioned.

You plastered on the best smile you could and nodded politely, “Yeah I guess I just need a coffee.”

He smiled and nodded, “Can we take an early lunch?”

The director thankfully agreed and everybody started to clear the set, making their way to the tents or their own trailers and before you knew it, only Jensen and you remained.

His hand rested on your shoulder, leaning lower to catch your eyes. “Ready to go?.”

You shook your head to snap yourself out of the daze and stared back at him, another plastered on smile returned. “Huh? Oh sorry is it lunch?”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his eyes filled with worry. You’ve been different for the past few days and he’s been trying to figure out why or what it was. But you were a good actor. I guess that’s why you were on this show in the first place.

He nodded and waved his hand towards the doorway, letting you walk out first. You two walked in silence. Your head was foggy and your eyes were burning. You weren’t even paying attention to where you were going and Jensen could tell. He watched you, the worry and concern filling him to the void as you walked around like a zombie. It’s like somebody flicked the off switch to your brain and you were just…. Existing but not really here.

You walked past the tent, Jensen quickly running beside you, his hand on your arm. “Wait, the tent is over here where are you going?”

You turned and nodded, wiping your eyes with your fingers to try and make them feel better but it wasn’t working. “Oh yeah I brought a lunch, I’m gonna rehearse my lines anyways.”

Jensen frowned but nodded, he knew he needed to calm down and let you do your own thing but he couldn’t help but worry about you. You were like his little sister and seeing how you’ve been acting lately made him panic.

You’ve only been involved in supernatural for a month now, but since day one Jensen liked you already. You were a shit like him, pulling pranks on your coworkers, blasting music when it was break time, hell you two even had the same humour. You two even argued like siblings, granted you guys don’t really argue more bicker but still. He swore that his mom wasn’t telling him something because there was no way you two weren’t related.

And he knew somewhat about your life. You didn’t speak in big details but you did mention that it was just you and your mom, no father, no siblings. Your mom worked crazy hours at the hospital as a nurse and you worked here. All together, you two were basically adults living their own lives.

He hated that. As much as he was happy for you to be here, he hated that after shooting, you went home alone. He hated that you had nobody to talk to except for the others on set, about anything serious that was.

But most of all he always wondered how you did it. How you managed to be one of the first people here, balancing your career while you were also balancing school. You never seemed to have a hard time with it, you never complained. You always smiled, joked, laughed. You never seemed stressed out.

Until today. Today he realized something was wrong, and he worried.

As soon as you got to your trailer, you dragged yourself to the bathroom staring at the girl in the mirror. You barely recognized her. You knew you were exhausted and stressed, but you didn’t realize how bad it was until you stared at yourself.

You sighed and turned on the tap, splashing cold water on your face as an attempt to wake yourself up but honestly, it was useless. You knew you needed sleep. Or a day off from everything but you couldn’t. There was too much to do.

You’ve been basically awake for the past week studying and completing late assignments for school, and when you weren’t doing that, you were practicing your lines and movements. You’d take 20 minute naps when you could, before you’d wake up and continue your studies, not even stopping to eat a real meal. You’ve been living on finger foods, things that didn’t require for you to use two hands.

But it caught up to you. Every part of your body and your mind was begging you to stop. To just take a break. But you knew you couldn’t do that. If you focused on your career and not school, you’d fail. If you focused on school and not your career, you’d fail. If you focused on neither you’d lose this job, fail school and have no way to help mom with the rent. You had no choice but to crack down and focus on what really mattered. Sleep could come later.

A knock on your door caused you to jump, lifting your head off of the textbook you were reading before you passed out. You looked towards the time and frowned. 20 mins wasted on a nap when you should have been studying. Good job.

The door creaked open and Jensen poked his head inside, his bright smile shining at you but you could see the concern in his eyes.

“Hey Y/N. Is it okay if I eat in here with you?” He asked politely.

You smiled tiredly and nodded, wiping the sleep from your eyes before focusing on the textbook in front of you. The words were all jumbled and blurry, your eyes straining as you tried to make out a simple sentence and you couldn’t.

You could feel yourself growing frustrated and anxious, but tried your best to keep a straight face on, at least in front of Jensen. He didn’t need to know about your stupid teenage problems, he was an adult. With real problems.

You squinted your eyes to try and make out the words on the pages but every few seconds the page went blurry again. You sighed and slammed the book closed, leaning against the couch for just one moment to try to calm yourself down.

Jensen stared back at you, the concern was overflowing now. You could see it fully. “Talk to me.”

You opened your eyes and titled your head in confusion but you knew what he was talking about. You knew what he was requesting. Of course though, having your pride you simply smiled and stood from your spot, “What do you want to talk about Jens?”

He frowned and stood, “About what’s going on. Your not yourself lately.”

You nodded and frowned, shoving your head downwards to the ground. He knew you were failing because you were failing. You were messing up. You were a burden to them, and this is why adults don’t like working with teenagers.

It felt like your lungs were being squeezed, the air slowly disappearing from your chest. You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t look at him. All you could hear is the voice in the back of your head screaming at you.

Your going to fail everything. Your supposed to be studying-not hanging out with friends. Why are you wasting time? Do you not care about paying rent? Do you not care about these poor peoples time? They have to redo shoots because of you. They have to spend more time here because of you.

“Y/N.” Jensen spoke, stepping closer. He could see the panic on your face, the fear taking over. He knew where this was headed. “Y/N, come back to me.”

And now they have to babysit you? Take care of you? What, like your new daddy? Come on Y/N your fucking everything up. They have their own lives.

Tears formed in your eyes, your breathing nearly being completely shut off. You couldn't do it anymore, it was too much. All the effort you have been putting in, felt useless to you.

You slid to the ground slowly, resting your head on your knees and finally letting go. A loud sob broke through, all your efforts to keep it inside were gone, and you didn't even care anymore. You didn't care that Jensen was here, watching this because you were too exhausted to try and pull yourself together.

Jensen jumped and crouched in front of you, one hand on your back, the other resting on your knee. "Whoa, sweetie what's happening? Talk to me."

You shook your head and kept yourself hidden as best as you could, the cries pouring out of your mouth like a call for help, and really-it was.

You needed help because you couldn't do this anymore. Every fiber of your being was exhausted. You couldn't think, you couldn't eat, you couldn't sleep, hell you couldn't even breathe at this point.

His hand never left your back, rubbing up and down. He whispered instructions on how to breathe, but most of all he stayed and you needed it. You needed to stop feeling like you were alone. But after the crying slowed and the room was silent, all you felt was like a bigger failure.

You slowly lifted your head and reached Jensen's eyes, watching him frown and stare back at you. "I'm sorry."

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his mouth opened to speak but you shook your head, silencing anything he wanted to say.

"No matter what I do, I just keep messing up. I can't do anything right and I've been trying so damn hard.

He frowned as he stared back at you, "Y/N, you haven't messed anything up. You clearly are having a bad day and your exhausted. I can't help unless you talk to me."

You frowned and rested your chin against your knee, avoiding his eyes at all times. "I haven't slept more than an hour for the past week. Exams are coming up and I'm nowhere near ready. I try to focus on Supernatural and I fall behind. I try to focus on school, I mess up my lines. I try and focus on both, and I end up like this."

He shook his head, he felt for you. Like I said earlier, he didn't know how you did it and that should have been enough for him to ask if you needed help, if you needed to talk, but he didn't and he regretted that.

"You know what you need?" he whispered, waiting until your eyes reached his to continue. "You need a classic Supernatural movie night."

You smiled and shook your head, "I have to study, the exam is in two days."

He shook his head, standing in his spot before he grabbed your hand to pull you up. "We will help you study tomorrow and the day before the test. Tonight, you live. You need a break, okay?"

You stared back at those puppy dog eyes. As much as "Sam Winchester" was supposed to be the one who can make you do anything with those eyes, Jensen has gotten pretty damn good at it. You rolled your eyes as a small smiled appeared on your face. "Fineee."

Later that evening, Jensen and you drove to his place where Jared met up. You all went inside and got yourself in a comfy spot, arguing over what movie to watch. It was in-between two choices, Jared vs Jensen and after a bit of arguing, Jensen turned to get your opinion and the boys stopped when they saw you passed out on the couch.

Jensen smiled and walked towards the couch, grabbing a blanket to cover you up. He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed your mom, letting her know that you were asleep and was going to be back in the morning.

Jared smiled while watching you, finally looking at peace for the first time all night.

"Poor girl." Jensen whispered, sitting back on the couch and pressing play on the tv, making sure the volume wasn't loud enough to wake you.

While you slept, Jensen looked through your homework and exam preparation list, noticing that you haven't had a chance to write study notes or anything like that, you were too busy trying to crunch the information in your head.

Jared smiled lightly and sat beside Jensen, "We should make her some cue cards for test day, she seemed to really like those when it\s her lines she's trying to memorize."

Jensen smiled and nodded before going to collect some cards to write your study material on. It was the bare minimum but he was excited to help, to try and relieve at least some of the stress you have been under.

He would do anything for you, his little sister, maybe not by blood, but definitely by fate.

Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed it. ❤️

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Bring Me Back

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

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

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

Word Count: 1,268

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure, Al. I'll be there right away.”

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

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

“It's Y/N.”

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

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

“It's okay, sweetie, it's okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You should come see him next weekend.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[d-s-winchester]

My Only Wish This Year

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Part One

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Pairing: Jensen x Reader Word Count: 2,249 Warnings: angsty teens, mentions of death, mentions of a dead parent, mentions of a dead spouse A/N: I’M BACK BITCHES!!!! I haven’t posted writing on this blog in exactly two years and seven months. I’m happy to be back and to be back writing Jensen. Writing Jensen (and Dean) always seems to come easiest to me so it makes sense that this was the way to go. If you’d like to be tagged let me know, in an ask (it’s the best way for me to keep track)! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is crucial seeing as I’m just stepping back in! :)

Jensen leaned against the back of his SUV and let out a sigh as he stared at his front door. He knew he was going to have a hard time getting his teenagers to agree to going on this trip so close to Christmas, especially when the option to spend Christmas with their grandparents was still open, but he wasn’t expecting it to be quite this hard. He knew he could have taken the easy road, not pick the fight, and just let them go to their grandparents but he wanted them to find some way back to a semblance of normal.

In the two years since his wife passed away he’d been having more than a hard time keeping things normal. Sure, he’d taken as much time off work as he could, and tried every coping mechanism in the book but the one thing he couldn’t figure out how to navigate was raising two teenagers on his own. His parents helped out a lot, especially when he was away filming, but he knew they were a poor substitute for the mother his children lost. So he tried to pull it together whenever he was home, especially during the holidays, and he knew that this Christmas needed to be better than the last.

That first Christmas was a rough one, Jensen could hardly get out of bed. She’d only been gone three months and he was having a hard time coping and his kids had suffered because of it. His parents did a good job of making it as happy of a Christmas as they could but his kids wanted their father and sure Jensen was there physically but mentally he was totally checked out. Which was why he was determined to make this Christmas better than the last.

“Alright, that’s it,” Jensen mumbled to himself as he pushed away from the truck and went back into the house.

He could hear the music blaring from his son’s room and it was so loud it almost drowned out the sound of the blow dryer coming from his daughter’s bathroom.

“Jordan!” he called out as he made his way up the stairs, knowing full well his son couldn’t hear him.

Figuring his daughter would be more likely to listen to him he changed course and headed toward her bedroom. He pounded on the door so she could hear him over the noise that was taking over the second floor of his house and waited for her to come to the door. It only took a minute before she opened the door.

“What, Dad?”

“Lizzie, I told you over an hour ago to be packed and ready to go by now,” he sighed. “If we don’t leave in the next five minutes we’ll be late checking into the hotel for tonight.”

“I’ll only be like two more minutes, I promise. My bags are already packed,” she said gesturing to the two large duffle bags seated on her bed.

Without another word she turned and made her way back to the bathroom. Jensen sighed for what felt like the thousandth time that morning and went to grab her bags before dropping them at the top of the stairs and going toward his son’s room. He pounded on the door but the music just got louder. At that moment he wondered if he had ever been this disrespectful to his parents at sixteen. He knew he’d been difficult on the occasion but he hoped he hadn’t been this bad.

“Jordan! It’s time to go!” Jensen called through the door and the music finally shut off. “We’ve gotta be out of here in five minutes, you better be packed.”

“Of course I’m packed,” Jordan said, yanking his bedroom door open. “I packed this morning when it became obvious that this stupid trip wasn’t a joke.”

This time Jensen opted not to pick this fight, knowing full well he didn’t have the energy to get into a screaming match with his son.

“Just grab your bags and bring them down to the car, please.”

“Whatever,” Jordan groaned and grabbed the bag off his bed and pushed past his father toward the stairs, grabbing his sister’s bags as he went.

Jensen was grateful that at least he was still willing to help his sister even if he wanted nothing to do with his father. Jensen wiped a hand down his face and ran his fingers through his hair and was about to try and rush his daughter out of the bathroom again just as Lizzie was coming out of her room, pulling her winter jacket on.

“Is Jordan outside already?” she asked and Jensen nodded as she pushed past him to join her older brother down by the car.

With yet another sigh Jensen followed his daughter out of the house and toward the car, it was going to be a long couple of days on the drive up to the B&B in Maine – even with a stop at a hotel for a good night sleep along the way – and he was hoping against all hope that maybe his kids would come around during the trip and they could find a way to be a normal family again.

The entire drive to the hotel that marked the halfway point of their drive was spent in almost complete silence with both Jordan and Lizzie spending a majority of the time with their headphones in, only pulling them out to have whispered conversations with each other. Needless to say, Jensen didn’t have high hopes for the second half of their drive. They were about an hour away from the B&B when his son had fallen asleep. He thought Lizzie was asleep too until she spoke.

“Why’d you pick Maine for Christmas, Dad?” she asked. “We could have just gone to Grandma and Grandpa’s or even to Uncle Jared and Aunt Gen’s.”

“I know that, Half Pint, but I figured we could go away for the week. Spend some time just the three of us. As a family. That and I thought some snow for Christmas wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Don’t let him fool you, Liz,” Jordan piped up from next to her, clearly having woken up from his nap. “We’re not a family, we haven’t been since mom died and we never will be.”

“Hey! Watch it!” Jensen said, eyeing him in the rearview mirror.

“What? It’s the truth!” Jordan shouted.

“Jordan –” Lizzie cautioned her brother.

Jensen took a deep breath, ready to lecture his son, but decided against it when Jordan turned toward the window and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Whatever,” Jordan mumbled, shoving his headphones back into his ears.

Lizzie, too, sat back in her seat and put her headphones back in her ears. Jensen let out a sigh and turned his own radio up, more than ready to get to the B&B and get checked in.

Prepping for new arrivals always had you stressed, no matter how often you had them. This one was particularly stressful as the family had booked the only adjoining rooms your B&B had to offer, which meant a little extra prep. It stressed you out but that didn’t mean that you didn’t enjoy your job. You loved being able to have people experience your small town by staying at the B&B, especially this time of year. The town, and by extension the B&B, seemed to come alive during Christmastime and the large evergreen tree farm spanning the back couple of acres of your land didn’t hurt that holiday magic.

You were putting the finishing touches on the smaller of the two rooms when you saw the headlights pulling up the drive. You didn’t have any other patrons booked for an arrival that day and everyone else was already halfway through dessert in the large living room which meant that your newest patrons had arrived right on time. Taking a deep breath, you gave the room one more look to make sure everything was in order, and made your way back downstairs to wait behind the front desk.

Jensen pulled into the small parking lot of the Evergreen Forest Bed and Breakfast with just enough time to get the car unloaded before their check-in time. He parked the SUV, climbed out and stretched before opening up the trunk and pulling out bags.

“Alright you two, I need help with all the bags. Out of the car, please,” Jensen said from the trunk.

The groans of protest didn’t go unnoticed as Jordan and Lizzie got out of the car, slamming the doors behind them, and came around to meet their father by the trunk. Jordan practically snatched his bag from Jensen’s hand as Lizzie reached into the trunk to grab the two bags of her own. Jensen grabbed his bags and shut the trunk of the car, hitting the lock button on his keys, before leading the way up to the front of the B&B – his kids all the while complaining about their shoes getting caked in the snow that was covering the ground.

The building was larger than it looked in the photos on the website and it sat on a pretty large piece of land. In the distance Jensen could see the large tree farm and seated slightly off to the side, in between the tree farm and the large house in front of him, was a smaller house which he assumed is where the owner lived. Figuring he could always get a lay of the land when it was light out the next day he led his children up the front porch steps and stomped the snow off his shoes before he opened the front door of the B&B.

The bell above the front door chimed and you looked up from the computer to see a tall man and his two teenagers walk through the door, the man reminding his kids to wipe the snow from their feet.

“Welcome to the Evergreen Forest,” you greeted. “You must be the Ackles family.”

“That we are,” the man smiled, approaching the desk. “I’m Jensen and these are my kids, Jordan and Lizzie.”

It took you a second to get your bearings when his brilliant green eyes met yours. You composed yourself quickly, hoping no one noticed your momentary loss of the ability to speak. You couldn’t remember the last time a man had been so handsome that he rendered you speechless – something that was difficult to do since you normally couldn’t shut up – but you shoved the thoughts from your mind and reminded yourself that he was one of your guests.

“It’s nice to meet you all, my name is Y/N. I am the owner and manager and basically everything but the cook,” you chuckled. “Now, let’s get you checked in.”

You went through the check-in process and grabbed the keys to the adjoining rooms from the hooks on the wall behind you and motioned for the family to follow you. When you reached the two rooms you handed the keys over.

“The room to the left has the two twin beds,” you said, handing Lizzie the key before turning toward Jensen and handing him the other key. “And the room to the right is the master. If you need anything at all my number is next to the phone on the end table. I live in a small house on the property so I’m not far in case of an emergency. We do breakfast at seven and I have to say our chef is one of the best on the east coast so even though I know it’s kind of early you won’t want to miss it. Dinner is usually around six every night followed by dessert in the living room. I’m afraid that leaves you all on your own for lunch but the town has some great restaurants and tons of stuff to do. I hope you all enjoy your stay and like I said, if you need anything, I’m just a call away.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” Jensen said with a smile.

“Anytime, Mr. Ackles,” you replied.

“Call me Jensen, please,” he said.

“Ok, Jensen,” you smiled. “Have a goodnight.”

You gave them all another smile and headed back downstairs to help clean up from dessert and get the house back in order before lights out.

As you walked away Jensen couldn’t help but watch you. He was so sure that he would never look at another woman again when Laura had died but somehow he knew that you would be the one to change that. He shook his head and went to unlock his door.

“Get yourselves settled and then maybe we can watch a movie together before bed?” Jensen asked his kids.

Jordan and Lizzie shared a look, both clearly fully aware of how their father was looking at you.

“Rain check,” Lizzie said, “we’re both kind of tired from the drive.”

“Oh,” Jensen said, clearly disappointed though not entirely sure why he was expecting a different answer. “Ok, sure, yeah. You guys get some sleep then. We should get up early for breakfast.”

Jordan and Lizzie agreed that they would be up in time for breakfast and Jensen waited until his kids were in their room safely with the door shut behind them before heading into his own room, all the while trying to figure out why he felt such a strong connection to you.

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[mysticaldeanvoidhorse]

A Chance at Love

Part 6

Jensen x Reader

Summary:

Having been legal guardian to your niece for almost a year, you land a job on the set of Supernatural.  You become good friends with Jared, doing his makeup everyday but when Jensen gets back from a small break, are you able to stick to your oath to keep your heart closed?

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Y/N POV

It was Saturday so you were able to sleep in a full half hour before Morgan got up.  You had a lazy morning making pancakes together.

“Remember Morgan that Lily is coming tonight to watch you while I go out for dinner with Carol.”

“I like Lily!”  She smiled at you, while dripping syrup off her fork.

“I am so glad baby.”  And you truly were.

“Are you going to be gone long?”  She looked at you a little worried.

“No honey, just for a little bit,  you will have dinner, and play time and I will be back before you go to sleep.”  You told her.

“Good, I don’t want Lily to put me to bed.”

“She will get you in your jammies but I will be back to tuck you in, I promise.”  You told her.  This was satisfactory and she resumed eating her sticky pancakes.

     The afternoon went by fast and you pulled out your nice black dress you hadn’t worn since moving to Vancouver.  It felt weird to put it on, living mostly in lounge clothes with Morgan, but it also felt nice to have a reason to look good.  A knock came before you knew it and you went to open the door.

“Lily hi come in, Morgan has been waiting all day to see you”  You greeted the teen.  She walked in and Morgan immediately went to talk to her.  When she was comfortable she was a talker just like her momma.  You couldn’t help but smile at memories of your sister.

“I came along too”  Carol walked to the apartment door.

“Oh hi Carol! I didn’t know you were coming too.”  You told her.

“Well I figured we could just carpool, since Lily had to come anyway and you are along the way.”

“I am at least ten minutes out of the way”  You told her.

“Okay you got me”  She put her hands up.  “I wanted an excuse to talk more with you.”

“I am always happy to talk to you, I have been enjoying some adult time”  She laughed and told you she knew how you felt, and you grabbed your bag, kissed Morgan goodbye and left with Carol.

“She took to Lily quickly,”  Carol mused once in the car.

“Yes, I am surprised only because this past year she has gotten really shy.”  

“It isn’t surprising considering everything.  I noticed she called you mommy though.”  You sighed.  She had said it during your goodbyes.

“Yes, she calls me mommy sometimes.  She doesn’t quite understand that I am not her mother.  She remembers the idea of her parents, but doesn’t remember them so I become mommy sometimes.  But honestly, I am her mommy now so I don’t know how much to correct her.  And God knows how it will affect her when she gets older so I just let it go for now.”

“I can’t imagine.  But it makes sense and you are doing amazing.  I see how she interacts with you and she loves you very much.”  You looked at her and smiled.

“Thank you Carol, that means a lot.”

     You had gotten to the restaurant and it was as fancy as Carol said it was.  A nice steak dinner was calling your name and your mouth watered.  But you were nervous about how to pay for it, you knew that you were on a budget but sometimes you needed to splurge because this wasn’t going to become a common occurrence.  The boys were there already and you went to the table.

“Welcome ladies”  Jared said, getting up to hug you both.  You sat in between Jensen and Jared at the table.

“You look nice”  Jensen said to you, after he helped you in your chair.

“Thank you Jensen, you clean up nice yourself.”  He smirked.  The man must know what he did to you and to all women.  He was a literal angel. The man was so handsome.  Well, maybe he was the devil.

Conversation flowed, and Jensen was nothing but a gentleman so you tried to ignore what happened the other day.  Carol and Jared had left to use the bathroom while waiting for dessert and Jensen leaned over.

“I wanted to apologize for yesterday.  I was a complete dick and you didn’t deserve that. I just wasn’t thinking how I came across.”  He said sincerely.

“It’s okay, I know how it looks”  You smiled sadly at him.  You had come from a small town so a single mother was definitely something to talk about.  And in Vancouver, though it was a bigger city, there were still pockets of people who held judgment.  And they didn’t know that you hadn’t done anything “wrong”.  You were just trying to take care of a precious little girl and it happened to be by yourself.

“It doesn’t matter, I shouldn’t have been judging, I mean I wasn’t really, I was just surprised. And you deserve better than an absent father.”  Now you were confused.

“Wait, what do you mean an absent father?”

“Morgan’s father, he isn’t in the picture anymore is he?  I figured not since you don’t mention him and you said you were doing this all by yourself.”

“So you think…what exactly?”  You wanted to know just how much judgment there was here.

“I don’t know, I guess just that her dad isn’t around..”  He was squirming, not sure what the right thing to say was.

“No he isn’t around anymore.”  You gauged his reaction.  He drank from his glass of wine.

“That’s all I meant.”

“Look, her dad died okay?”  You tried to stay calm.  After all, it wasn’t his fault if he didn’t have the facts.

“Oh so you were married?”   He sounded too judgmental for you, you hadn’t had enough wine for that.

“Wow seriously?  You apologize for being judgmental but sound so surprised to think I was married and didn’t have her out of wedlock like a whore?”  You didn���t raise your voice, this wasn’t the place.

“No, I don’t think you’re a whore”  He looked around and lowered his voice as he said it.  “I don’t know anything about you and I am trying here. I am not trying to judge you and I am working on little details so I am sorry for offending you but how can I know what I don’t know?  You don’t owe me any explanation, I am just trying to figure you out.”  He told you sincerely.  You calmed down a little, you had felt bad for reacting badly.  You didn’t have to be a jerk just because you thought he was one, and turns out he wasn’t trying to be a jerk he just was an idiot.

“Look, Jensen, you have to understand something.”  He leaned in closer and you could tell you had his full attention. “Whenever anyone finds out I have a child, most guys run for the hills, and most women judge me.  No one bothers to find out the real story, everyone is so happy to feel like they are better than someone else.  They don’t care that I didn’t have a child out of wedlock in fact I-”  Jared and Carol came back and you were interrupted.

“What did I miss?”  Jared asked.  You had pulled back from Jensen and cleared your throat.

“Oh just that we were impatiently waiting for your return”  You teased.  Dessert went by awkwardly and you tried your best to have a good attitude, Carol didn’t deserve a ruined night.  Jensen looked like a kicked puppy the whole time and you knew you would have to clear up this misunderstanding that seemed to get worse.  After all, he was trying to get to know you and he was working on partial information.  It wasn’t like you flaunted your personal life so you couldn’t blame him.  You were just very protective of Morgan, and though that is true, it was a shield to protect yourself too.

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[jawritter]

CONGRATULATIONS!!! YOU TOTALLY DESERVE IT! I'VE BEEN FOLLOWING YOU FOR A WHILE AND AM OBSESSED WITH YOUR WORKS.

Can you do one (Jensen or dean doesn't matter). With the reader being young (mid teens) and she looks up to him and look to him for guidance and without either of you realizing it, he begins to taken on the role as your father figure and becomes very protective of you

*Gif DMed later to add to ask.*

That’s My Girl

Warning: None really. Dean being protective. Mention of Dickbag guy friend. 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Teen reader (father daughter vibe relationship)

Word Count: 407

A/N: I hope this comes out okay. I don’t normally write father daughter type relationships because I just have trouble seeing Dean/Jensen that way lmao. So I hope this didn’t come out to corny. 

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“I swear to God Dean! You’re not my father!” You yell in exasperation as you drop your backpack on the map table of the bunker. 

As soon as the words came out of your mouth, the both of you froze in your tracks, just staring at one another. Neither of you really knew when the shift happened. You had been living with the Winchesters since you’d lost your parents. You were always close to Dean. You looked up to Dean in a lot of ways. You’d been through some similar trauma in life. You’d had a lot of shit go sideways in similar ways. It sucked. But it was better to go through shit with someone that’s been there and done that. 

Dean just stood there for a moment, starting back at you with his jaw set tight. 

“I may not be your father,” Dean said after a while, “but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want you to get hurt. This hunt is out of your league. Let me handle this one, and I promise you I will take you on the next one.”

Letting out a huff of defeat, you sink down into the chair closest to you. You didn’t want to fight Dean and hurt his feelings. He meant too much to you. You knew that he was just trying to protect you, keep you safe from yourself, and no one had ever done that before. It felt nice, comforting almost. 

“Okay, fine,” you agree reluctantly, and Dean comes and places a heavy hand on your shoulder, squeezing it tightly before stepping off into the library. 

“Oh, and Y/N, I really don’t want that little prick Brian, Brad, whatever the fuck his name was back up here, understood!” you called back over his shoulder, and you snorted as you looked back up at him. 

“I kicked him in the balls when he grabbed my ass last night, so I don’t think you got to worry about Dean.”

Dean tossed his head back laughing as he made his way into the library to start his night of research calling, “that’s my girl”, over his shoulder and you smirked in spite of yourself. It was just too hard to stay mad at him for long. Even if he did get on your nerves with the over protectiveness. You knew he only did it because he cared, and that was more than you could ask for.

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[glygriffe]

Fic Rec for February

I feel like I have expanded my reading horizons a little this month. Still mostly short one-shots, but you'll find some multi-chapters fics in there. And even a bit of smut to celebrate the Lovers' holiday.

Gen

To the Wonder of All Things: A story of Castiel and his relationship with humanity, and most of all, love, by @hauntedpearl/The Purple Starflower on AO3. With a nice characterization of The Empty/The Shadow, and a peak at Castiel's past. (Castiel x Dean)

Untitled: Season 7 Second-person POV on all kinds of love. When you are not good with words, objects take a different meaning. A delightful short piece of writing (149 words) by @pinknatural (Dean x Castiel, Dean & others)

Toothbrush : A little untitled slice of bunker life by @starcrosseddeancas but since it’s about a toothbrush… (Dean x Castiel)

Dancing Dean: @thoughtslikeaminefield favourite short they wrote. Cute and wholesome. (Dean & teenage female hunter)

Reciprocus: a weechester story (a wee Dean story, really) by @thoughtslikeaminefield It’s about survival but not in a gruesome way. It’s about how a teacher can leave a mark.

Teen and Up

In the Woods: A mystery story with a mute Dean and a hurt Castiel that might develop into something else. By @amemipiacitu

You Aren't Going Without Me: A finale fix-it by @bobwess where Jack is the main character. I read it in December in the Prompted fic; it's worth putting here again now that it's its own story.

Dean's Demise in Flower Pics: A safe-for-work story all in suggestions... and beautiful flower pics by @cloverhighfivewritestoo. Discovered thru Fishing for Treasure (Dean x Castiel)

Mature/Explicit

If we make it through December: Donna wants the Winchester brothers to live Christmas with loved ones. A multi-chapter story written by @thoughtslikeaminefield as a secret Santa gift. Start cute and awkward, with a steamy finish. (Donna x Dean)

Something about fate: something I rarely read: an RPF, a reader insert, and a WIP. And yet here we are! With a theme of homelessness that shakes things up a little. By @jawritter (Jensen x Reader)

Fanfics (or fics) not Supernatural related

Bonne Chance, Fat Chance: an incursion into the Bon Cop Bad Cop (2006 movie) universe, by Thea M on AO3. For a little Canadian-ness and the same type of humor that made David and Martin popular. (No pairing)

End of the Road: A look into Paradise that is not what you expected with family feels but even more crack! by @verobatto on AO3. (Original work; no pairing)

The Girl who Waited Rewrite: Just as the title says; a cute rewrite of the Doctor Who episode with the 11th Doctor, Amy, and Rory, where communication works, so it's short! By TheDinosAreBack on AO3.

Untitled Collective Work: From the prompt "Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up" by @writing-prompt-sI. f you want to read something so beautiful it makes you cry. (No pairing)

Canary: A Stranger Things post-season 4 AU where Eddie lived and Steve realised 1986 is not his year. By the marvelous Astra_Wards on AO3. It's a WIP, but I know it's worth it because I read Supernatural stuff from them before and those stories were amazing! (Steve x Eddie)

Happy Val: Because I could not do a February rec list without at least one Valentine’s Day fanfic, here is some pure fluff from the MCU: a one-shot coffee shop AU featuring Steve Rodger and a shy Reader, by @darsynia (Steve Rodger x Reader)

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[kayyay1219]

The Supernatural Life Ch.3

Parings: Jensen x teen!reader and Jared x teen!reader (Non Romantic)

Chapter Warnings: Angst, anxiety, sexual assault, Angry Jensen (yes, that’s a warning) fluff.

I just wanted to say thank you to @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior for helping me with this chapter ❤️

The next few days were a blur to Y/N. With going to set everyday and coming home late at night, she barely had time to be her usual self. She was barely sleeping and having a lot of panic attacks lately. She hasn’t told the boys, because she didn’t want to worry them.

Today her Y/N and Cody’s characters are kissing in one scene and needless to say, Y/N was not excited about it. This would be her first kiss with any boy ever, she didn’t want her first kiss to be on TV where everyone in the world could see. Y/N got called into the director’s office to discuss the scene with her and Cody.

Jensen saw Y/N walking towards the office and he saw how exhausted she looked. She had dark circles under her eyes, the makeup artists were going to have to cover those up. He worried about her, he and Jared both did.

When Y/N arrived at the office, the director and Cody were both waiting for her arrival. “Y/N, glad you made it, let's discuss today’s schedule. Today, you have a couple scenes with Jensen and Jared and as you already know, your character and Cody's character are sharing a kiss.” The director told the two teens. Cody seemed excited about the kiss, Y/N on the other hand, didn’t seem amused. She wished her character didn’t have a love interest, but she didn't want to argue. She just wanted to do her job and go home. The two teens nodded at listening close to the discussion. Outside the office, Y/N walked out and saw Jensen and Jared on set doing a scene, fighting another monster. At the end of the scene, Y/N waited until the two men were available. Once they were free to go, she ran up to Jensen and ran into his arms, hugging him. Jensen lifted her up, hugging her back, squeezing her gently. “Hey, sweetheart, how was your meeting?” Y/N looked down at her shoes not wanting to talk about the kissing scene. Jared looked at the girl with concern. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Jared asked. Y/N finally found the words. “Um the director has my character and Cody’s character kissing in a scene and I don’t know how I feel about it.” She says.

The two men were shocked, they didn’t want Y/N kissing anyone, even if she was comfortable with it. The look on her face looked like she didn’t want to do any kissing. “Sweetheart, I can talk to the director if you’re not comfortable with the scene. I know you haven’t had your first kiss, but if it’s too much for you, let me know.” Jensen said with a concerning look on his face. Y/N wanted to be at least professional, she didn’t want to disappoint anyone, let alone the director. “How about I try the scene and if I’m not comfortable, I’ll come tell you?” Y/N asked. Jared and Jensen both looked at each other and gave in.

“Okay, but if you end up not being comfortable at any time, you come straight to us. Got that, baby?” Y/N nodded at both men and walked off to the hair and makeup trailer. She had to go get ready to shoot her scenes today and get into her character’s costume in her trailer. As she was getting dressed,she started to notice how tired she was getting. Her days were all running together, she barely had time to sleep. Y/N saw the script on her table and decided to take a look at it. She saw the kissing scene and wondered how she was going to pull that off. She heard the door open and thought it wasJesenor Jared, but nope it was Cody. Y/N didn’t expect him to show up in her trailer.

“Hey, Y/N.” Cody said with a little wave and a smile. She just nodded at him and gave a small smile. She didn’t know why he was here and quite frankly she didn’t want him here. “I’d figured we practice the kissing scene, and after we go grab lunch.” He said. Y/N didn’t really want to, so she tried to be nice and give him an excuse that she was tired and wanted to rest, which was true. “Actually, I think I’m going to rest for the rest before I have to shoot scenes with Jared and Jensen. We could practice tomorrow before our scene.” She said, trying to reason with him, but he didn’t like that so he tried again. He walked over to Y/N and towered over her, with her being five feet tall and him six feet tall. He looked down at her with a smirk on his face thinking she'll give in. Y/N began to feel really uncomfortable with the way he stared at her. “Oh come on, we could practice now and tomorrow so the scene would be perfect.” Cody tried again. Y/N again, shook her head no and stepped back away from him. “No, Cody, I’m really tired right now and I got a huge headache.” She pleaded. He stepped forward up to her and that’s when things turned for the worse.

(SEXUAL ASSAULT. SKIP IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE READING)

Cody pushed himself on to Y/N making her back up against the wall. He wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing it tightly. She tried to push him all but she was so tired and exhausted from working too much. Cody began to kiss her neck and bit her shoulder. She tried to scream out but he covered her mouth. He reached his hand down her waist and down her thighs. She tried again to push him off but no give. He tried to kiss her lips this time, but she bit his lip to the point she drew blood. He backed away and wiped the blood off his lip. “You little bitch! You think you can fight me off? Think again!” He yelled in her face. Y/N was getting really scared now. She didn’t know what he was going to do next. That’s when someone yelled saving her from getting assaulted even more.

(SEXUAL ASSAULT OVER)

All the sudden, Cody was pulled off of her and pulled to the ground. Y/N eyes were shut not looking at what’s happening. She finally opened her eyes and saw Jensen on top of Cody keeping him down on the ground. Cody tried to get up but Jensen pushed him back down and punched him in the face, knocking him out cold. Y/N was shaking from the assault not wanting to move. Jensen looked over at the frightened teen and his face softened. He walked over to her slowly not wanting to make her back away from him. “Sweetheart, are you okay?” He asked her, but she didn’t answer. She was too scared to answer. He began to wonder if he should call Jared and ask him to come help. He took his phone out of his pocket and called Jared and he answered on the first ring. “Hey man, where are you? Everyone is already gone, even Cody and Y/N. They disappeared after their meeting.” Jared rambled on, but Jensen cut him off before he could say anything else. “Jared, I need you to come to Y/N trailer now. Something bad happened to her.” He said quickly. Jared didn’t think about anything else, he just ran to her trailer. Once he got to her trailer, he saw Cody out cold on the floor and Jensen on the couch holding Y/N, while she was crying. He was confused why Cody was on the floor but more importantly, he was wondering why Y/N was crying. Jensen walked over to Jared and had this sad look in his eyes. “Jared, that fucker tried to sexually assault her. Who knows what else would’ve happened if I didn’t come to her trailer. It took a lot to beat him to a pulp, but I didn’t want to do that in front of her.” Jensen said. Jared looked over at Y/N, she was staring into space, still shaking.

“Why don’t you take her home and I’ll deal with this piece of shit.” Jensen said with venom in his voice. Jared nodded and went over to Y/N. He bent down and brushed her hair out of her face. She flinched from his touch but then realized it was Jared and not Cody. “Darlin’, it’s just me, it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.” Jared said sweetly. Y/N leaned forward to him and then latched on to him. Jared picked her up and rubbed her back, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

On his way out of the trailer with Y/N, he looked at Jensen with a mad look on his face and Jensen knew what that look meant. It meant, ‘make that motherfucker pay.’ Jensen nodded at him, knowing what he’s gonna do with Cody. Jared called Cliff and had him take them both home.

Three hours later…

Cody woke up tied to a chair, can’t remember what happened. He was so confused why he was in this predicament. He heard someone walk up to him. He looked up and saw Jensen. Cody tried to get out, but it was no use. “You’re not going to get out, sp stop trying. Jensen said. Cody got frustrated and gave up. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re gonna quit the show and we can just tell the director to kill off your character. Or, if you don’t, I’m gonna kick your ass and trust me, I’m pretty good at it.” Jensen said with a smirk on his face, the look of Dean Winchester. Five minutes later called the director and quit the show. In conclusion, he was scared of Jensen.

At home, Y/N took a shower and Jared got a movie ready for them to watch and relax so she can try to forget what happened. Yeah, that’s gonna be hard to forget. Jensen texted Jared saying he’s on his way home. Y/N came out of the bathroom, had on fluffy pajamas and her hair was still wet. She had her hairbrush in her, wanting one of the boys to brush her hair, one of the things that calmed her down. She saw Jared on the couch on his phone looking at something. He looked up and saw her standing by the hallway. “Hey sweetheart, want me to brush your hair?” He asked. She nodded her head yes and went over to him and sat in front of him. He took her hairbrush from her and began to brush her hair. Y/N began to relax, almost falling asleep in place.

Jensen walked through the front door and saw Jared and Y/N on the couch, Y/N asleep in Jared’s lap. He sat his stuff down on the counter and sat on the couch. He took Y/N and she cuddled up to him and fell asleep again. Let’s just say the three of them slept on the couch that night

[rugaru]

Thought I’d give a little list of who all I’m planning on writing for at the moment (subject to change in the future!!!)! This is a LOT so here goes:

***Will continue updating!!!***

Planning on doing a full master list along with everything I’m comfortable writing and what I’m not soon :)

X Readers— I will be writing for fem!reader and gn!reader as I’m afab and unfortunately am unfamiliar with writing from a masc perspective!!

-Jim Street (SWAT)

-Hondo (SWAT)

-Chris Alonso (SWAT)

-JJ Maybank (Outer Banks)

-Pope Heyward (Outer Banks)

-Cal Kestis (Jedi: Fallen Order and Survivor)

-Randy Meeks (Scream)

-Sidney Prescott (Scream)

-Stu Macher (Scream)

-Ethan Landry (Scream VI)

-Evan Buckley (9-1-1)

-Eddie Diaz (9-1-1)

-Ravi Panikkar (9-1-1)

-Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

-Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

-Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds)

-Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds)

-Jimmy Darling (AHS: Freak Show)

-Kit Walker (ASH: Asylum)

-Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House)

-Charlie Conway (The Mighty Ducks)

-Pacey Witter (Dawson’s Creek)

-Luke McNamara (The Skulls)

-Jesse Mills (Hudson and Rex)

-Peter Parker/Spider-Man (Andrew and Tom versions)

-Ron Weasley (Harry Potter)

-Peeta Mellark (The Hunger Games)

-Sean Anderson (Journey 2: The Mysterious Island)

-Josh Futtermann (Future Man)

-Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

-Dylan Lenivy (The Quarry)

-Ryan Erzahler (The Quarry)

-Abigail Blyg (The Quarry)

-Kaitlyn Ka (The Quarry)

-Zack Addy (Bones)

-Lance Sweets (Bones)

-Angela Montenegro (Bones)

-Jack Hodgins (Bones)

-Vincent Nigel-Murray (Bones)

-Alex Standall (13 Reasons Why)

-Clay Jensen (13 Reasons Why)

Planning on doing a full master list along with everything I’m comfortable writing and what I’m not soon :)

#cal kestis #jim street #hondo swat #chris alonso #jj maybank #pope heyward #randy meeks #stu macher #evan buckley #eddie diaz #ravi panikkar #spencer reid #emily prentiss #derek morgan #penelope garcia #jedi: fallen order #jedi survivor #swat 2017 #outer banks #obx netflix #scream 1996 #scream 2 #9 1 1 on fox #criminal minds #x reader #ahs fanfic #hudson and rex #marvel #13 reasons why #bones tv