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chanandlersstuff · 2 years

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Unexpected facetime, a very pleasant surprise.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader.

Summary: Calling your husband at the wrong time could be a lot of fun.

Word count: 1.988

Warnings: None actually except for the normal chaos Misha, Jared and Jensen are.

Author’s note: It's the first time I write something about Jensen so I hope you like it. I have nothing against his wife, this is just for fun. With that been said, I had this idea in my head for a long time and it's a mix from this tiktok and hours and hours for convention videos.

The audience was laughing about some shenanigan Jared did, while Misha was walking around the crowd and Jensen was sitting on his chair blowing bubbles without a care in the world. Basically the panel was chaotic, as usual. At some point between laughs and jokes some phone started to ring.

-A phone is ringing!- Jared said on the microphone and everyone started checking their pockets.

-It’s from one of you or us?- Misha asked, looking at the audience.

Jensen checked his pockets. -Wait, wait, it’s mine.- He looked at the screen and the biggest smile appeared on his face. -Hold on, I’m gonna say hi.- His index finger touched his lips and the audience became silent. -Hey, sweetness.- He held his phone in front of his face.

-Hi, my darling.- Her voice made him smile. -How’s everything going?- She was not paying attention to the screen, otherwise she would have seen that he was still onstage.

The audience there laughed a little and Jensen signed them to stay quiet. -It’s going really well, lots of fun and- Jared shoved his head in front of Jensen’s phone. -Hello there you.- Jensen made a face while Jared smiled at the phone and waved his hand.

-Hi Jar, how are you?- She smiled politely at him, Jared took the phone out of Jensen’s hand and started walking around the stage.

-DUDE, GIVE ME MY WIFE BACK!- Jensen screamed, making the audience laugh. -That sounded like a full crowd.- This time her voice sounded loud thanks to the microphone that Jared put in his friend’s phone speaker.

Jared nodded. -Yeah, that’s a lot of people.- Those words made her open her eyes big. -MISH, I HAVE OUR FAVORITE ACKLES ON THE PHONE!

Misha, who moments before had picked something in his arms, ran to the stage with a cowboy hat when he heard those words. -Give me.- He put what he was carrying in Jared’s arms and took the phone out his hands, quickly Jared put the thing his friend gave him into Jensen’s arms and stood next to Misha, looking at Jensen’s phone.

The audience burst into laughs at the exchange and Jensen’s angry/bored face. Maneuvering the thing in his arms, he put the microphone closer to his mouth. -I just wanted to talk to my wife but I ended up with a pig in my lap.- He looked frowning at the little animal on his lap, then at the audience who was laughing at him, then at the pig again and finally at the audience with some kind of little smile on his lips. -There’s a pig in my lap.- The audience laughed. -I mean that’s a first.

Jared and Misha, who had the phone in their hands, looked at her. -Why are you not here? You are missing all the fun.

She was still trying to process how one second her husband’s handsome face was on the screen and the next ten seconds she saw Jared’s face close-up, the floor, the selling and then again Jared and Misha’s face close-up. -What….how…..why…..are you guys on stage right now?

Jared nodded. -Yes we are, everybody say hi to the best Ackles.- Misha turned the phone around and everybody waved and said hi. She waved shyly too.

-What’s up with the cowboy hat Mish?-

Misha tilted his hat towards her. -Glad you asked, cause we had– Misha couldn’t finish what he was saying because Jensen interrupted him.

-What….why…..can….WHY THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME?- He asked, frowning and the people laughed.

Hearing his “upset” tone made her giggle. -Guys….what did you do to him this time?- Her tone made the audience laugh.

-OMG she is using her mom voice.- Some girl shouted and all three grown up men nodded.

-Yeah Misha, why is there a pig on Jensen’s lap?- Jared said pointing at his lap.

-A pig?- She asked surprised and Jared nodded.

Her laugh could be heard and Jensen smiled. -Let me tell you this, you are gonna love this.- Misha said mischievously.

-Of course, let me see it! I wanna see it!- She said excitedly.

Misha walked towards Jensen and put his phone in front of him. -Hi again sweetness.- A smile on his lips.

-Where's the pig? Is he cute? What's his name?- She moved her head trying to look at the pig in his lap.

Jensen picked the pig better for his wife to be able to see it on the screen. -His name is Icarus and he is really cute.- Misha said petting the pig. -Icarus, meet the best Ackles, the best Ackles, meet Icarus the pig.- Misha presented the two. Jared put the microphone closer to the pig’s mouth and he squeaked.

-Tell me you three gave Icarus something to eat.- Jared nodded, putting his hand in front of the pig’s mouth. -Good, good.

Jensen kept looking between his wife, his friends and the audience. He was about to say something but the pig started sniffing his phone and squeaked. -That sounds like a happy noise.- Jared said looking at the owner of the pig in the crowd.

-I think Icarus likes her.- Misha said looking at the audience. -Which is reasonable, cause she’s the best Ackles and he’s on your lap my friend.- He patted his friend back.

-Of course he likes her. My wife is the best.- Jensen had a proud smile on his lips. Those words made her giggle and the pig squeaked again.

She smiled and looked at her husband. Jensen looked at her smile on the screen and he smiled too. -Oh J, look at him. Can we have one? We should have one!

Jensen rolled his eyes and shook his head. -Look what you guys just did.- He said between gritted teeth to Jared and Misha, who just laughed. -Really, sweetness? We already have three dogs at home AND KIDS.- She laughed and people did too.

-Please J, pleeease.- She pouted and batted her eyelashes.

Jensen loved and missed her cute face. They haven’t seen each other in weeks. -We’ll see, sweetness.

She smiled pleased. -’Kay.- And blew a kiss at him.

Jared grabbed Jensen’s phone again. -Hey hey, guess what?- Jared had a playful smile on his lips while Jensen gave the pig back to his owner.

She opened her eyes big, imitating him. -What Jar?

-I was about to show them my amazing Irish dance.- Jensen groaned next to them, Jared stood up ignoring him.

-He stood up and is about to give us a performance.- The green-eyed man shook his head laughing, while the tall manchild talked to the guy with the camera for the perfect shot.

-Mish, hold the phone for her to see it.- Jared passed Mish the phone. The blue-eyed man put the phone in front of his face and made funny faces to her, while she did the same.

-You two are gonna keep passing my wife more time? ‘Cause I wanna talk to her.- Jensen said, looking at his friends.

-Shsh J, we are in the middle of something here.- Misha said.

Jensen made a face and held his hands up. -Fine.

Jared cleared his throat and arranged his clothes. -Are you ready people?- The audience screamed “yes”. -Are you ready?- He said looking at her and she nodded. -Great.- Jensen was with his eyes closed taking a deep breath as he grabbed Jared’s microphone and held it closer to Jared for people to hear what he was about to sing.

Jared looked at the audience smiling and started moving his legs and arms while singing “they’re frosted lucky charms, they’re magically delicious”. People burst into laughter and claps, while Jared soaked in the glory and made an exaggerated bow. Jensen looked at Misha, more like his phone in his hands, and watched how his wife tilted her head back laughing and he could hear her laugh in the back of his brain, as if she was there by his side. The audience witnessed how Jensen smiled watching her, even if she was behind a phone screen.

-Now that you all talked to MY wife, could you pass her to me? Thank you.- Jensen said, looking at them. Misha gave him his phone back, looking at the floor like a kid.

Jensen nodded with his head as a thank you and smiled happily in his seat. -Hi again, sweetness.- The audience found the nickname really cute.

-Hi again, my darling.- A little blush creeped to Jensen’s cheeks. -Sorry I caught you onstage, I called cause I wanted to know how everything was going, we can talk later.- Jensen shook his head, he enjoyed hearing her sweet voice.

-Nonsense, I heard the best joke today.- He said remembering the joke a fan told him hours prior.

-Really?- Jensen nodded.

-Wanna hear it?- He said excitedly like a little boy.

-Of course, my darling.- The sweet smile she gave him warmed his heart.

-Oh, I have a joke too.- Jared said trying to appear on the screen too, but Jensen moved his phone.

-NO. NO, DUDE.- Jensen looked at this long time friend frowning. -You already talked to her, it’s my turn.- The audience laughed at the offended face Jared made and the angry one on Jensen’s, both fake obviously. Jensen held his phone closer to his body, to his heart. -It 's my wife.- Thanks to how close his phone was to the microphone the audience heard how she said “aww” and they reacted the same way at her reaction. Jensen looked at the audience frowning. -Oh come on people, I know she is the cutest.- He put his phone in front of his face again and smiled. -Look how blush you are, sweetness.

She smiled and blushed harder. -Shush it J. You were about to tell me a joke, remember?

-Oh yes, are you ready?- She nodded. -Here it goes. How do you make holy water?

The audience groaned at the bad joke. -Oh shush it people, she is gonna love it.

-Is this a pun joke? Cause if it is, you know I already like it.- She said almost laughing and he nodded enthusiastically.

-You boil the hell out of it.- She started laughing and he nodded, to the audience, proudly at his accomplishment.

-You two are so made for each other.- Misha said laughing.

-Yeah we are.- Jensen and her said at the same time and the audience started clapping.

Jensen was about to comment on something when Jared started bothering him, again. -DON’T TOUCH THE HOLES ON MY KNEES.- Jared started laughing and kept touching him while Jensen slapped his hand away. -Sweetness he’s touching the holes on my knees.

-Jared, stop touching the holes on his knees. Only I can touch the holes on his knees.- Jensen stuck his tongue out to Jared, like a little boy, while he put his hands away. At this point the whole room was bursting into laughs at such random conversation.

-Well boys, continue having fun and make the fans happy. I should go.- She said.

-Bye, bye.- Misha and Jared waved at her. -Say bye people.- Jared turned around the phone and she waved at them while they said bye, too.

Jensen smiled and turned the phone back at him. -Bye, sweetness. I love you.

-Bye, my darling. I love you too.- She blew him a kiss.

He blew her another kiss and the fans were moved by the sweet gesture. -I will call you when I get off stage.- She nodded and he ended the call.

Jensen put his phone in his pocket smiling and when he lifted his head everybody was looking at him. -What? I’m a suker for my wife, so what?- The people laughed and he did too. -Let me tell you something, I have loved that woman my entire life and I continue loving her every day a little more.

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freechaostyrant · 2 years

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Okay, so, I'm trying to figure out how to phrase this so I don't get in trouble with creation or violate any of the rules. But I have to share what happened at my meet and greet with Misha on Sunday at VanCon and how that led to this insanity during the Jensen and guests panel...

So a little bit of background, I'm one of the administrators on the Twitter and Tumblr account for the Winchester daily updates (@thewinchestersupdates , @twdailyupdates on Twitter, give us a follow if you don't already!) Which means I've read all of the press that's come out related to the Winchester's. And it's very well documented that before Jensen and Danneel started chaos machine productions and came up with the Winchester's idea, that they had a little rewatch pilot with Misha to watch Lazarus Rising (Jensen first talks about filming it during the rosenbaum podcasts audio linked below)

https://twitter.com/acklesbitch/status/1483370216029622279?t=CMpzsuG6rYbbDk22r3q3hQ&s=19

So of course, being a fan of Misha and the Ackles, I knew this weekend I wanted to ask someone about this zoom call they filmed! So in my m&g with Misha I asked him basically (in a jumbled word salad cause I was nervous)

"In press about The Winchesters Jensen's talked about a lazarus rising rewatch you guys did during quarantine so (1) will y'all be sharing the video and (2) how was it rewatching your episode?"

And this man says "there's video? What?"

And then the m&g room all say it's a podcast and blah blah blah (I'm pretty sure it wasn't a podcast cause Jensen talked about filming a pilot and building a set but whatevers 🤷‍♀️) and Misha looks so confused and has no clue what I'm talking about. I chalk it up to the fact that no one can remember what happened at the beginning of quarantine. So I'm like "oh okay" facepalm and THEN this fucker (affectionately) says "oh you know Jensen and danneel, after they put the kids to bed, they just... Watch videos of me." 💀

So that was gonna be my private shame and since it's a m&g story I wasn't gonna share it.

Until.....

I'm sitting in Jensen's panel and here a high pitched squeal asking Jensen about watching Lazarus Rising and watching videos of Misha. And I. ABSOLUTELY. LOSE IT. No one in the audience but the other 19 m&g attendees have no context for Misha's question, but I KNOW WHAT HES DOING. So I'm basically shaking and freaking out and cannot explain to anyone why this is insanity. Jensen mocks misha's affect and asked if he was doing Ruthie's voice but I think he was mocking ME asking that question in my scared wobbly voice lmao 🤣

And of course Jensen asks Misha if he (Jensen) should answer the fans question or "mishas horrible question" and I wanted to sink into the floor 😂

And if you've seen the video, you know how Jensen answers the question and the clusterfuck the answer turned into.

So of course, I have Misha's auto later that night and I decide I have to say something to him. I was getting the poem Taxi signed by him, which means a lot for me and how I see my relationship with my mom, and I was gonna say something about how much it resonates with me, but instead I had to pivot. So I went up to his table and put down my items to get signed and said to him:

"Misha I have a bone to pick with you. You stole my m&g question to ask Jensen at his panel today!"

And this man says "What question?!"

💀

So of course I say "the Lazarus rising question. And I think I'm entitled to financial compensation for you stealing my question." And he turns to his handler and says something and turns back to me and says "I'm asking her if it's too late for you to get a refund."

So I laugh and then he said "it was a good question!" And I said "Thank you for asking it! I wasn't expecting the answer to go in that direction though" and he just gives me a look, cocking his head to the side, and I grab my items and run away 🤣

Anyway, I'm still waiting to find out what happened with that pilot episode and if it'll ever see the light of day 🙏

(Also, based on my own experience this weekend, I wouldnt be surprised if Misha genuinely cannot remember stuff in response to my questions because he's busy and frantic and short term memory kind of does in all the stress but if he was just jerking me around all weekend that was the best experience ever)

My auto items are in the images below. Special thanks to @wigglebox for giving me the cas & dean in the empty artwork so I could have Misha sign it. Can't wait to hang it up.

#spnvan #vancon 2022 #misha collins #jensen ackles #lazarus rising watch party #this affectiona f-er

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fandomtherapy44 · 8 months

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castiel x reader

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Sam and Dean. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since they are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Word count: 5,820

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural

Chapter 8: Death take's a holiday

POV: Y/n

I am properly on my sixth cup of coffee at this point because I was so tired from staying up all night thinking about all the bullshit tremoli I've had to deal with. Also, I can sip it and not have to talk to Sam and Dean unless I had to. The last few weeks have been tedious with the three of us tip toeing around the fucked-up things we said when we were under the siren’s spell even though it was the truth at the moment to us. Sam was on the phone to Bobby talking about an interesting case he had found, and Dean was banging at the jukebox to get it to work, and I was trying not to explode with all the emotions I had running through my body. “No, no, no, you're right, it's definitely weird. ...Okay, Bobby, thanks.” Sam said, hanging up the phone. “What's up?” Dean sat down. “Bobby found something in Wyoming.” “A job?” I questioned. “Maybe” he responded. “Small town, no one's died in the past week and a half.” “Ok and is that not a normal good thing.” I questioned. “Well, it's how they're not dying.”

“One guy with terminal cancer strolls right out of hospice. Another guy gets capped by a mugger and walks away without a scratch.” “Capped in the ass?” Dean questioned and I chuckled under my breath at that one. “Police say Mr. Jenkins was shot in the heart at point-blank range by a nine-millimeter.” “Alright that one no way someone is walking away it looks like we got a case.” I said as it seems like I spoke to them for the first time today. “It's got to be something nasty, right? I mean, people making deals or something.” Sam said to us. And he wasn't wrong it looked like this had demon’s fingerprints all over it. The boys get up to leave as I stay sitting. “Y/n come on” Sam said to me. “You sure you guys want me to go with you. I mean you might have to save me and that is just pathetic right?” I said sipping my coffee and not looking up from my cup. “Y/n/n we said we're sorry okay I thought we were past this.” Dean responded looking sorry for a second. I finished my cup and got up not bothering to look at them. “Yeah, we're past it.” I said as I walked past them.

We were now at the man’s house who was shot straight in the chest and is now walking around like nothing had touched him. “Now you three said you were bloggers?” He asked us. “Yes, sir. Floored by the Lord dot com.” I answered. “All of God's glory fit to blog.” Sam and I both look at Dean like really. “Um. Some of the people around town are saying what happened to you was a miracle.” I said to him. “It was. Plain as day.” “How can you be so sure?” “How else do you explain it? The doctors can't. There's a bullet in my heart, and it's pumping like a piston.” It does sound like a miracle but sadly with this life it never really is. “Well, how do you explain it?” Dean asked. Jim looks over to his daughter who was coloring at the other table and smiles. “Look, honestly. I was nobody's saint—not exactly father of the year, either.” “Okay”

“But when that guy shot me, and I didn't bleed a drop? I just knew the Lord was giving me a second chance.” Right the Lord. "That so?” “I had this feeling—like angels were watching over me.” Huh okay now that's something we can work with. “I wouldn't expect you guys to understand.” “Trust us Jim we understand.” Especially if an Angel is becoming my best friend. “You wouldn't have happened to have swung by a crossroads in the past week or so?” Sam asked getting info if this was a Demon thing. “No” Jim said back confused. “Maybe you met someone? With black eyes? Or red?” Should have stopped at the first question. “Who'd you guys say you were again?” The three of us look at each other. “Never mind. Thank you for your time.” I said getting up to leave.

Dean was reading something on the computer while I was getting coffee … again. “Hey” Sam said entering the room. “Hey you find anything else?” I asked him. “That cancer survivor? He was clinically dead, his wife pulled the plug, and now he's taking her out for their twentieth anniversary.” The more I hear about people living their lives I want to leave this phenomenon alone. “Any sign of a deal?” Dean asked. “No. What about you? Found anyone dying around here?” “Not since Cole Griffith.” I responded back. “Poor Kid was 12 and dropped in his front yard. It was the last death we could find.” “So, what are you guys thinking?” Sam asked us. “Eh, maybe it is what the people say it is.” Dean said back.

“I think we would all love that Dean, but I don't think so.” I said back to him. “Yeah miracles? Dean, our experience, when do miracles just happen?” “Well, there's no deals. There's, uh, no skeevy faith healers.” He was right so what was going on in this town. “Dean’s right the souls aren't being taken.” “Maybe 'cause there's no one around to carry them.” Sam replied back. “No reapers that would explain this.” “Then nobody's dying. So what? The local reapers on strike? Playing the back nine? I don't know, Sam, Y/n.” “Well let's talk to someone who might Cole.” I said. “The kid? The kid's a doornail.” “Maybe maybe not but we could go talk to him to figure it out.” “I love how matter of fact you are about that. Strange lives.” We do have strange lives since we're talking about talking to a dead person.

We were digging up Cole's grave well more like Sam and I. Dean was going through Dad’s journal. “You sure this is gonna work?” He asked Sam. “No. But if his spirit's around, this should smoke him out.” “I can't believe we're doing this to a kid’s grave. It's messed up.” I said I was still digging. “Yeah, well unfortunately it's part of the job.” Sam gave me an answer when I was not looking for one, I was hoping maybe for some sympathy. “This job is jacked.” Dean said, sounding done. “How so?” Sam questioned. “You want me to gank a monster or torch a corpse, hey, let's light it up, right? But this? If we fix whatever this is, people are gonna start dropping dead. Good people.” He was right but whatever was keeping the souls I had a feeling was not good. “Look, I don't want them to die, either, Dean, but there's a natural order.” Sam’s response to Dean was complete Bullshit. “Sam, you want to talk “natural order ", how about Dean coming back from Hell or us still being alive after dealing with the jackpot of death.” I finished jamming my shovel harder in the ground annoyed at Sam. “Yeah, but the normal rules don't really apply to us, do they?” I did a double take at him.

“Really Sam? We are not like others, we are just as human as others.” “Y/n/n come on as you said Dean has been to hell and I'm infected with demon blood, and you are practically besties with an Angel.” I scoffed at his reasoning. “Look, I know you want to think of yourself as Joe the Plumber, Dean, and you y/n as a secretary but you're not. Neither am I. The sooner you accept that, the better off you're gonna be.” “You gonna help us finish this?” Sam asked Dean as a man walked up. “Hey!” shit shit shit we really need to get better at being quiet digging up graves. “What are you doing here?” He questioned. How do you even reason this? “Uh so this does not look like what it is.” I said, sounding nervous. “Really? 'Cause it looks like devil worship.” Fuck we so need to get better. “What? No! No, this is not devil worship. This—This is—this—this is, uh—” Dean was trying to reason. “I don't have a good answer.” He said and I gave him a really look. “We're leaving.” Sam said as we got out of the grave.

“You're not going anywhere.” Huh? “Ever again. Sam.” The man said as his eyes rolled to white. Oh, fucking great its Alice from Hell. “Alastair.” “I thought you got deep fried, extra-crispy.” Dean said, backing away a bit. “Nah. Just the pediatrician I was riding. His wife's still looking for him. It's hilarious. Anyway, I have no time to chat. Got a hot date with death.” He flicks his hand at Dean and I as he flies back and hits some tombstones. “Dean, Y/n!!!” Sam yelled out. I was slowly fading as I saw some things as Sam had flicked Alastair back. “You're stronger, Sam. You've been soloflexing with your little slut?” “You have no idea.” And then Alice smoked out Sam was still hooked I thought as I went out like a light.

I was sitting on the motel bed with a hell of a headache and an ice pack and wondering about Sam. “How you two doing?” He asked, walking in. I was thinking a lot about how to talk to him about this. I may be pissed but he was still my brother there was a reason why he was still hooked. “We're in pain, that's how we’re doing. I think we have concussions.” I think he was right because things were starting to cross. “You want some aspirin?” “Oh God yes please” I said, grabbing at it. My brothers may be able to tuff it out around but not me. “No thanks, House. So, demons, huh?” Dean said and of course he would say no. “Yeah. So much for miracles.” Sam replied. “And what the hell happened with Alastair again?” Dean questioned. What is Sam going to say to that I wonder. “I told you, he tried to fling me or whatever. And it didn't work, so he bailed.” Really Sam Alastair the big bad Demon couldn't fling a human when he did to us yeah that's believable. “Well, how come he couldn't fling you? He chucked you pretty good last time.” “Got no idea.” Sam’s got to get better at lying. “Sam, do me a favor. If you're gonna keep your little secrets, I can't really stop you, but just don't treat us like idiots, okay?” Dean said to Sam about us, and he had no idea. “What? Dean, I'm not keeping secrets.”

As I said before, get better Sam. “Mm-hm. Whatever. So, did you go back and q-and-a the dead kid?” See, even Dean can sense when something is going on. “Didn't have to. Bobby called. He did some digging.” “And what did he think?” I asked. “He thinks I'm right. Local reaper's gone. Not just gone—kidnapped.” “By demons? Why?” “Listen to this.” As he read from the notebook. “"And he bloodied death under the newborn sky—sweet to taste, but bitter when once devoured."” “Ha I really hope I'm wrong sam but that sounds biblical like a seal.” “Well you are right Y/n unfortunately basically, you kill a reaper under the solstice moon—tomorrow night, by the way—you got yourself a broken seal.”

“How do you ice a reaper? You can't kill death.” Dean examined. “I don't know. Maybe demons can. Where the hell are the angels is what I want to know. We could use their help for once.” Yeah, sadly they aren't on doctor calls even though I would love to give Cas a pager. ““What are we gonna do, just swing in and save the friendly neighborhood reaper?” “You got a better idea, I'm all ears.” “Dean, reapers are invisible. The only people that can see them are the dead and the dying.” Right, oh no.”Well, if ghosts are the only ones that can see them…” No No No.”Then we become ghosts.” Dean said, putting his ice pack back on his head. “You do have a concussion.” “No Sam he doesn’t he's just insane he's talking about astral projection. Which means Pamela, which means she is going to hate us more.” I said sighing and lying back on the bed.

Pamela and Dean enter the room with Pam looking pissed. “I can't even begin to tell you how crazy you three are.” She was right, we go look for danger every day. “Well, Pamela, you're a sight for sore eyes.” Sam said to her trying to lighten the mood. “Aw, that's sweet, grumpy. What do you say to deaf people?” Damn “Which one of you brainiacs came up with astral projection?” She asked us. “Yo.” Dean said, raising his hand a bit. “Of course. Chachi.” I love how she calls them out like I do. “So, let's be clear. You want to rip your souls out of your bodies and take a little stroll through the spirit world? Do you have any idea how insanely heavy-duty that is?”

“Maybe, but that's where the reaper is, so…” “So, it's nuts.” “Yes, it is but that's why we came to you.” I replied. “I do. Know what to do. And guess what? I'm sick of being hauled back into your angel-demon, Soc-Greaser crap.” “Look, I'd love to be kicking back with a cold one, watching Judge Judy, too.” Dean said to her, and he sounded like a total dick. “Nice. More blind jokes?” “You know what I mean. We're talking the end of the world here, okay? No more tasseled leather pants, no more Ramones CDs, no more” I look at her and grab her hand. “Please Pam, we need your help.”

I was closing the curtains so it would be an easier environment to slip into the astral plane. While the boys were lighting some candles. “Tell me something, geniuses. Even if you do break into the veil and you find the reaper, how are you gonna save it?” She asked us which was a good question since we hadn't gotten that far. “With style and class.” Dean replied with his usual cocky attitude. “You're gonna be three walking pieces of fog who can't touch or move anything. You'll be defenseless, hotshot.” “I seem to recall a bunch of ghosts beating the crap out of us.” Sam said. “Sam, they had years to be mad and to practice for us it will be like going into kindergarten with seniors.” I replied to my brother's comment. “Y/n’s right.” Pam agreed with me. “Well, then, I guess we got to start cramming.” Dean said, slapping his hands together in preparation. "Wow, couple of heroes. All right. Lie down. Close your eyes.”

Sam layed down on the left bed and Dean and I layed down on the right because there were only two beds. “Animum vult decipi, ergo decipiatur. Vis, vis, vis. Okay, guys. That's it. Showtime.” I open my eyes and look around at everything looking the same. “Well, nothing like shooting blanks. What's plan B?” Dean said and Pam did not respond. I look at Sam as he jesters to our bodies. “Damn this is trippy.” “You can say that again” Sam said, agreeing with me as Pam stood up.

“All right, so, I'm assuming you're somewhere over the rainbow. Remember I have to bring you back. I'll whisper the incantation in your ear.” She said as she whispered something to Sam and I'm guessing I didn’t want to know what she said. “Y/n be safe.” “Thanks Pam you too.” I responded back even though she couldn't hear me. It was nice to have someone other than my family care about me.

We are walking on the street, and everything looks like it's colored in a bluish tint. A jogger runs through Sam like he was air well I guess he was. “That was wild.” Dean said smiling like this was fun. He then proceeds to put in his arm through Sam. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” “Get out of me.” Dean looked at me. “Oh, don't even think about it ghost or not I'll still kick your ass.” I said to him, “You guys have no fun. Come on.” He said walking further down the street. “Oh, man, we've been spooking this town for hours. No demons, no black smoke.” Dean finished as I looked up to a window of a house and saw someone staring at us. “Hey. Three o'clock. Kid in the window.” I said to them nodding my head up, he saw us and disappeared. “It's Cole Griffith, the last person to die in this town.” We look at each other and head to the house.

We go upstairs and we can hear stuff being thrown and Miss.Griffith running away scared and sad. As we enter the room Cole is standing by his dresser and he throws a soccer ball right at us. “Stop! How are you doing that?” Dean said, grabbing Cole's hand. “Who are you?” He asked us. “Cole, it's okay.” I said approaching him. “How do you know my name?” “Look, this isn't gonna be easy to hear, but...you're—dead. You're a spirit. Us too.” Sam said to him. I'm pretty sure he knows. "Yeah, thanks, Haley Joel. I know I'm dead. What do you want?” See. “We just want to talk.” I said to him. “About what?”

Mrs. Griffith was pouring another glass of her poison at the kitchen table, and it was like looking at a video of me from when Dean was in Hell and Jack and Daniles was my best friend. Cole was standing closest to his mom looking at her. “I was outside all morning. They tell you to be careful when it's cold.” He had passed away in front of his own house from an asthma attack kid deserved so much longer. “Cold air can cause an asthma attack?” Dean asked and Cole shrugged.

“But then I was in my room. It happened so fast. I called out for my mom, but nothing came out. Everything started spinning, and then I was just standing there, looking down at my body.” “And that's when you saw the man?” Sam asked referring to the reaper. “Creepy old guy in a black suit. He wanted me to go with him, but…” He turned back to his mom. “I didn't want to go.” I don't blame him, I don't think anyone would. He was a twelve-year-old full of life with a great family. “How'd you get rid of him?” Dean asked him as in where the reaper went. “I didn't. The black smoke did.” “Black smoke?” “It was everywhere. I hid in the closet, and when I came out, it was gone, and so was he.”

“Do you know where the smoke went?” “No. But I know where it is.” Just than the lights started to flicker, and the house started to shake. “They're back.” Cole said. “Who?” He doesn't answer and vanishes. And a white shaped figure went upstairs. “Hey! Hey! Wait! We need to talk to you!” Dean said going after the white figure. Sam and I following. A woman comes down the stairs and she looked at Dean like she knows him. “Dean.” She says to him, and it looks like she does. “Do I know you?” He asked. “We go way back.”

Tessa walked down the stairs in front of us. “You don't remember me?” she asked Dean. “Honestly, if I had a nickel for every time, I heard a girl say that... You're gonna have to freshen my memory.” Tessa then surprises us all by pulling him forward and gives him a soft kiss and let’s go. "Tessa” Dean says with a knowing expression in his eyes. “That's one of my names, yeah.” “So, you do know each other?” I questioned. “From the hospital after the accident.” “Wait the one with Dad?” He nodded. “So, this is the reaper that came after you.” Sam questions looking at them both. “Yeah” Tessa then turns to the stairs to go up to the kid I’m presuming.

“Well, this was fun. Now, if you'll excuse me—” “Wait, wait, wait, wait, you can't—you can't take the kid.” Dean stops her. “Why?” “Demons are in town, that's why. They've already snatched your reaper pal. The kid knows where.” “So?” “So, you should leave, or you could be next.” I said to her. “Except that this town is off the rails.” When we are talking to her Mrs. Griffth is getting ready to go somewhere while Sam and I watch her. “And someone has to set it straight.” She said to us. “Yeah, we understand that, but these are special circumstances.”

Dean said, trying to reason with her. “What? Your whole angel-demon dance-off? I could care less. I just want to do my job.” I wish I could do that. “Right, yeah, and, look, we want to help you do your job. So, if you would just bail town— “Sam starts to say. “No.” “Well, then, could you hold off until we fix this? Please.” Dean asked, pleading with his eyes. “All right, but just so we're clear, when I start reaping again, I'm starting with the kid.” Damnit “Okay well I'll go find him.” I said starting to go upstairs but Dean stopped me. “Wait, wait, wait, wait. What— What are you gonna say to him?” I answered honestly. “The truth.” I said as all three starred after me like I was crazy.

As I walked up to Cole's room, I hoped that I could approach him in a delicate way and still tell him. “Cole? It’s me Y/n” I looked to the closet door and saw it was closed and I went over to knock on it. “Cole, I just want to talk.” He opened the door with his ghost powers, and he was sitting on the ground with his head in his knees. “How did you know I was in here?” He asked me. “When I was your age, I used to hide in here too.” I sat down next to him. “This all must be pretty overwhelming, huh? Pretty scary, too.” I hoped he could see I wanted to help him. “The worst is my mom.” “Must be hard seeing her like this.” “She's always coming in here, talking to me, telling me how sad she is. I knock some stuff over to let her know I'm here, but...she only gets sadder.”

“When someone I loved passed, I was like your mom I basically kept on talking to a ghost.” I said referring to myself when Dean died and went to hell. “I don't know why you're telling me this. I'm not telling you where the smoke is.” “Cole, I’m telling you this to help you when I was like your mom, I had someone help me so maybe you can be that for her.” “She feels your spirit, that's why she's sad because she can't be with you. So, imagine how she will feel when you move on.” He doesn't speak. “When you go, I'll be right next to you, so you won't be alone. I promise.” He looks up. “Promise” “Promise”

Cole and I walk downstairs as I clear my throat. “It's okay, Cole. Just tell them what you told me.” “I saw the black smoke at my funeral.” “At the cemetery?” Dean questioned. “At the funeral home. It was everywhere.” It makes sense for reapers, funeral homes. Then the lights started to flicker again. “You doing that?” Dean asks Tessa. “No.” The doors burst open, and the black smoke invades all over the room and I can't see for a second and when it's gone so is Tessa. “Tessa!” “Cole, you, okay?” I asked him. He nodded his head. “Well, how the hell are we supposed to fight that?” Dean asked, sounding annoyed. “Good question, learn some ghost moves.” I suggested. “By tonight? Yeah, sure. I'll meet you back at Mr. Miyagi's.” I shrugged. “Who's Mr. Miyagi?” Cole asked and the three of us just between us and feeling old and me sad for Cole for not seeing the legendary Karate kid.

Cole was teaching us how to move a windmill and it was harder than I thought it would. Right now, Dean was trying. “It's not gonna move if you don't concentrate.” “I am concentrating.” Sam and I both raise our eyebrows at each other. Dean moves it a little bit. “Ah, here we go, baby.” And it stops. “You pull a muscle?” Cole said and let me tell you he is a funny twelve-year-old. “All right, Yoda, let's see what you got.” Cole tries and the windmill and the porch bench goes crazy with wind. “Nice Cole, that is so cool!” I said to him fist bumping him.

“Dude! You are so Amityville.” Cole smiles. “This isn't even the good stuff.” We were now in the living room learning how to punch. Cole punches Sam and he folds over. “See? If you want to hit something, you just got to get mad.” Oh, I can get mad. Sam stands back up out of breath. “Yeah, got it.” “Now you try. Hit me.” Cole said Dean. “Uh, I think I'll stick to just picking on somebody my own size.” Cole then punches Dean and Sam and I both laugh. Dean then goes to punch Cole back, but he vanishes. “Whoa. Whoa, you got to teach us that.” I said to him.

Dean, Sam, and I walked over to the funeral home, and it was covered in glowing blue diagrams, mostly six-sided figures, some in circles and some in squares, all with lines through them and squiggles inside the triangles thus formed. “This looks like New Jack City. Can nobody see this?” Dean questioned. “Maybe it's demon invisible ink. Only see it in the veil.” Sam answered. “It could be keeping out Angels.” I add in. “We'll find out.” We walk in and in the middle of the room, there is a square with triangles on each side to form an eight-pointed star, with squiggles at each point. Lying in the figure are Tessa and an old man in a suit, presumably the first reaper.

A Demon was standing guard next to the star. “Watch and learn boys.” I said going behind the Demon and tapping him on the shoulder and when he turned, I punched him and when he tried, I disappeared. Dean then comes to the other side and does the same and Sam knees him in the chest. It was an all sibling beat down. He scrambled away to a hide behind a coffin. We followed him and we didn't see the other demon behind us, and he pulled a rope that brought down an iron rod that dropped and trapped us in. A third Demon walked, and it was my favorite fucking one Alice in wonderland.

Alastair approaches us with a shotgun and shoots Dean, and he disintegrates. “Rock salt's not so much fun anymore, is it?” Sam and I glare at him as Dean reappears. “Alastair. You bastard.” “Well, go on. Why don't you try some of your mojo on me now, hotshot?” We can't do anything. Usually, I love Iron and rock salt but today it's a pain in the ass. “You know what Alice, why don't you hop your way back to Hell.” I said grinding my teeth.

“Ah the little Winchester you may be a bitch, but you got some kick It's going to be fun peeling your skin off. And I would go back. They just keep sending me back up to this arctic craphole.” “To kill death?” “No, to kill death twice. It takes two to break a seal. I figured another one would show up, though. They're like lemmings.” He cocks the gun again and this time he shoots me. I reappeared and son a bitch that hurt. “You can shoot us all you want, but you can't kill us.” “Ah, that so?”

Alice now has a giant scythe in his hands. “Anyhoo… moons in the right spot. The board is set. Let's get started, shall we?” “You're gonna kill a reaper with that? It's little on the nose, don't you think?” Dean said. “Is it? “An old friend lent it to me. You know, he doesn't really ride a pale horse? But he does have three amigos.” He walked over to the reapers. “And they're just jonesing for the apocalypse. It pays to have friends in low places. Don't you think?” Alastair picks up the old reaper and enacted the incantation and kills him. As he does this Sam and I look up at the chandler and have the same idea. He then goes for Tessa and Sam, Dean and I concentrate on the chandler to bring it down. It falls down and breaks the trap and Tessa is able to break free. She unhooks our trap and we’re able to get out. “Bye-bye.” Dean said and the four of us vanish.

We get back on the street and Dean and Sam are not here. “Where are your brothers?” Tessa asks me. “I'll find them when you get out of here.” She leaves and I go looking down some alleyways “SAM! DEAN!” I yell. “You can't run. Y/n. “I turn and their standing is Alastair. I back away and he follows “Not from me. I'm inside that angsty little noggin of yours.” He's about to attack but instead a white, blue lighting strikes him. “What the Hell?” “Guess again.” I turn back around, and Cas is there.

“What just happened? You guys just saved a seal. We captured Alastair. y/n, this was a victory.” “Were you here the whole time?” I ask him. He looks away. “Enough of it.” Great. “Well, thanks for your help with the rock salt.” “That script on the funeral home—we couldn't penetrate it.” “It was enochian I was right” “Why do you think I recruited you guys in the first place?” Wait hold up. “You recruited us?” I ask. “That wasn't your friend Bobby who called, y/n. It wasn't Bobby who told Sam about the seal.” “That was you?” He nodded looking down.

“If you want our help, why the hell didn't you just ask?” “Because whatever I ask, your brother seems to do the exact opposite.” “Cas you could have asked me, I would have helped you.” “You shouldn't have to.” “So, what now, huh? The people in this town, they just gonna start dying again?” “Yes.” “These are good people. What, you think you can make a few exceptions?” “You did for Dean” “He’s different. So are you.” “What does that mean?” I ask him. “Y/n? I could use your help.” It's Tessa and when I turn back to Cas he's gone.

Cole is staring at his mom again and she is looking at a photo book of Cole. “Look at her, Cole. Do you see how unhappy she is?” Tessa said, trying to convince him. “That's why I want to stay with her.” “As long as she can feel you, she'll be in pain, because she can't let go. Because you won't let go of her.” “Why won't anybody tell me what's on the other side?” “Maybe nobody wants to ruin the surprise.” “That's not an answer.” “She won't answer you, Cole. Reapers never do. But trust me. Staying here is a whole lot worse than anything over there.” I said to him. “Why?” “Because one day, your family will be gone, and there'll be nothing left here for you. It's okay to be scared.” “I'm not scared.” “We're all scared. I'm scared every day that I won't be able to save my family. It’s okay to be scared Cole.” He pauses.

“Are you coming?” He asked me. Staring at him I walk over to him and hug him. “I won't but you will be okay. I know being scared feels horrible, but I have a secret. I turn that into bravery for the people I love because they deserve it. I know you can do it too.” He let me go. “Thank you, Y/n, for telling me the truth.” And with that he walked over to Tessa and hugged her, and he melts into a white light. “Look out for that boy.” “Look out for yourself, Y/n.” “What do you mean?” “I've been around death from the get-go. You know what I see most? Lies. "He's in a better place." "At least they're together now." You all lie to yourselves, Y/n 'cause like you said, deep down, you're all scared. Stop lying to yourself, Y/n.” “What” “The angels have something good in store for your brother. A second chance. Really? 'Cause I'm pretty sure, deep down, you know something nasty's coming down the road. Trust your instincts, Y/n. There's no such thing as miracles.” “What the Hell are you saying?” I didn't get an answer as I woke up.

I wake up with a deep breath and look around to see my brothers and Pam hurt. “What happened?” I question racing to her side. “Y/n, where's Tessa?” “She's…” “Pamela, I'm so sorry.” Sam said, getting emotional. “Stop.” “You don't deserve this.” “Yeah, I don't. I told you I didn't want anything to do with this. Do me a favor? Tell that bastard Bobby Singer—to go to hell forever introducing me to you three in the first place.” “Take it easy, Pamela. If it's any consolation, you're going to a better place” I said to her comforting well trying. “You're lying.” She was right, I was. “But what the hell, right? Everybody's got to go sometime.” “Y/n come here.” I go over to her and lean down. “The Angel you have on your shoulder might be more devil than you think. Be. Careful.” I backed away. Then she called over Sam. When she was done, she started to cough. She passed. “Pamela!” Dean yelled and then looked up at Sam. “What did she say to you?” Sam doesn't answer.

Hey everyone, I hope you enjoyed it! I am so sorry this took so long. Part of it was writer's block and life and the other was that this is not my favorite episode, but I thought it be important to the story. But the next episode is head on the pin and oh my gosh it's probably one of my fav episodes from season four. So, look out for that!

#castiel x reader #castiel #castiel x y/n #spn fanfic #dean winchester #sam winchester #team free will #spnfandom #supernatural #Supernatural Season 4 #castiel x you #Castiel x reader series masterlist #bobby singer #bobby spn #cas spn #cas x reader #cas x y/n

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juice-plums · 1 year

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Heavy x reader: Drunk In Love

(smutty)

“move over”

Y/n slurs trembling guess who went to a bar and didn’t come back until until 2 am Heavy was the only one awake on the couch with a bowl of cereal watching cartoons he stares at her as she made her way to the couch plopping on it laying back

“Heavy does not understand why little Y/n drinks so much” he says as Y/n unbuttons her top a little she giggles

“I’m full of surprises….” She responded out of breath looking at heavy he always reminded her of a giant teddy bear he was really……handsome? she sits up locking eyes with heavy he gulps

“Heavy do you want to have sex?” She asked in full confidence He choked on his cereal the bowl flying out of his hands breaking onto the floor she wearily smiles scooting closer to him

“ w-w-wait little Y/n it’s your drunken state y-y-you do not really feel this way t-t-towards me-“

Y/n managed to climb onto heavy and kiss his lips to shut up his stuttering mouth she happily sighs deepening kiss sitting on his lap Heavy mind races should he stop her,should he push her away?,has little Y/n always felt like this

Y/n backs up and laughs breathlessly

“I’ve always wanted to do that”

Heavy with lipstick stains on his mouth stares blankly at Y/n His heart races but starts to smirk gently grabbing her face to kiss her lips again Y/n moans pushing herself on back Heavy grabs her ass letting her top him

they make out passionately her hands caress his arms Heavy rubs his hands up and down her back making her giggle as it did tickle Heavy pulls his head back

“what is so funny?” He asks his eyebrow raised with his serious face it was so sexy

“that tickles teddy bear you’re so sexy” she coos melting into his chest Heavy laughs Y/n starts to kiss his chest

“Make love to me Misha” she moans starting to take off his vest Heavy huffs taking his roughly off she drools at the sight of his chubby body immediately kissing his bare chest Heavy grabs Y/n getting on top of her unbuckling his pants

“Have you ever had a Russian Sausage?”

She gulps shaking her head no staring at his huge boner poking out She tries to get her pants off before Heavy turns her to be on her stomach Y/n and he rips her pants straight down the middle she yells as his big hands mess with her pussy outline

Heavy licks his lips pulling Y/n’s shirt down to expose her breasts He moves her panties to the side and enter her pussy with full force She shrieks as his big,meaty penis harshly enters inside her gummy walls and stretch them further

“M-Misha!!” she whines drool falling from her mouth as he adjusts himself Misha grabs her arms something snapped from her she started to love it and He didn’t even start to move

“Oh!~ Misha!~~~~ Fuck Me!!~” she howls arching her back Heavy grins And started to thrust in and out of her hole Y/n sticks her tongue out like a dog her womb being abused by Mischa’s huge Dick ignoring the pain of Heavy squeezing her arms tightly

“oh!~ Oh~ ah~ ah!~ ah!~”

“Y/n…your insides keep squeezing my Dick..I should of done this a long time ago”

Heavy Admits his eyes rolling back with every pounding thrust against her ass loud fapping sounds filled the living room louder than what the tv was showing

“Oh my….you wanna be Misha’s little cocksleeve?….Yeah you’re enjoying yourself….of course you do”

Heavy grunted rearranging Y/n’s guts she looks back at it her ass being plump Heavy raises his hand and harshly smacks her ass making her look forward and scream

“Look forward Cocksleeve….Oh I love this ass”

He mutters gripping and smacking her ass into oblivion leaving red marks on her cheeks hot tears roll down her face as she bit the leg of the couch containing her noises they weren’t even moans they were noises like wild animal

She felt her stomach knot up her vocal voice breaking as she came all over the couch Heavy felt her tighten up and made him cum inside her filling up her womb tightening the grip on her ass she pants laying on her stomach Heavy pulled out almost stuck inside her his seed leaks out of her he sat beside her to light a cigarette Y/n snuggles up on his side

“We need to clean the couch”

“Nah let them Find out”

#smut #tf2 #heavy x reader #Team fortress #team fortress two #heavy tf2

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blanketforcas · 8 months

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this whole thing feels like a disappointing reminder that queer castiel on his own will never be appreciated by some people. that without reciprocation his canonical queerness somehow isn't as meaningful. unfortunately paired with the fact that seemingly a lot of people want to ignore the "dean can't reciprocate" literally written in the script AND jensen's consistent non-romantic opinion of the scene from dean's pov, made especially clear at vancon '22

mmm. look, i think cas' queerness was appreciated big time. misha celebrates it with us every year and everyone loves it!

destiel is such a complex thing cause it was 12 years of pining and wb higher ups shenanigans and [insert an insane amount of fandom history]

i think bobo wrote the "dean can't reciprocate" line to mean he couldn't say it because he was still actively processing cas' words and when he finally could, it was too late. which is why, among other reasons, it makes sense to me if cw dean's original "i love you too/and i you" was when he was sitting on the floor crying

now, as for jensen. everyone will have a different opinion on this and will psychologically assess him in different ways lol. i don't think dencon is the best reference here since jared hijacked the whole question, but i feel you in the sense that i'm not a big fan of his answers until jib11 where that changed imo

if you want to see jensen's progression re his views on destiel, here's a video

however ultimately jensen's opinion didn't matter all that much at the time, he's just an actor who had to do his job

#if there's typos/some of it doesn't make sense it's cause i'm very sleepy

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sweetcitrusboi · 1 year

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I was suppose to post this a few days ago while Jib was happening but I forgot to post so I’m doing it anyways because brainrot is still going strong,,,

With everything that happened at Jibcon, I have so much shit too ‘ramble on’ about

((yes it was intended)).

First off Jensen’s fcking energy at this con is so awesome I love it so much. Like he seems really really happy and relaxed. His panel with Misha looks so fun and they were putting the most energy out there. And y’all something has to be in the Jibcon air because the things Jensen has openly been saying has me thinkingggg.

And when I start thinking, I’m going to have a lot too talk about. All good things ofc I’m only speaking on things I observed from post. Praying I actually go to a con soon,,, But their lovey dovey behavior was so out there, I don’t think it matters whether you went to Jib or not, you can clearly see it. Like Misha sitting on the stage floor looking up at Jensen so reverently while he’s singing has had me clutching my chest every time I look at that picture. They seem really really reallllyyy relaxed. And I’m so happy for them.

And then this man, fcking Jensen has them both singing a destiel inspired song on stage while laughing and looking at each other and idk wtf to say honestly. Like idk if it’s the constant wheel shots they’re taking but they just are so happy.

Like Jensen has always been the most comfortable on Jenmish panels something I’ve noticed for a while now because he acts totally different on J2 panels and solo panels because different crowds and I just think he’s uncomfortable. J*red constantly talks over his questions and we know what type of people are in the j2 crowd unfortunately. On solo panels he just looks scrambled and is semi relaxed but answers questions silly. And Jenmish panels he’s always the most relaxed. Misha lets him talk for his own questions and they play around and they just simply enjoy themselves, and he always seemed more open too talking about destiel, and Dean as a character on Jenmish panels. But this con, they just seem very open.

The way he was acting this con, I wouldn’t be surprised if this man drops the tapes soon. He just kept dropping hints this whole con. From the way he talked about destiel, and Dean, and how he feels about the show. I honestly think he was going all out as a personal fuck you to J*red’s really shitty take on Dean’s death. Idk why tf that man keeps answering questions about Dean or destiel but for someone who “read the script as a book” he seriously doesn’t understand his co-stars character. Y’all can complain about Jensen not watching episodes all you want but at least he knows what he wants for Dean.

Like seriously wtf is this take ??

I already need to say this now but dni if you’re a “the finale was good “ truther I don’t want to hear it.

^Seriously please stop giving this man destiel/Dean questions. I’m not saying the actors can’t answer questions about other characters but after his last fuck up, when he compared gay relationships to incest I thought y’all would have learned your lessons by now???

Anyways—

Speaking of takes, Jensen’s lil destiel conversations has got me thinking. And I wanna talk about this in another post but I think he’s doing something behind scenes involving destiel because he just seemed so happy about breaking down their dynamic and bringing up the confession scene

I’m happy for him, honestly. It took him a long time to get comfortable when answering questions about destiel and I don’t blame him. The fandom can be very demanding and some of y’all deliberately went out of y’all’s way to harass and accuse this man of being homophobic multiple times. So him swerving questions made a lot sense to me. Even though his love for Dean and Cas has shown a lot through the years. I’m just so glad that he’s comfortable now and he wants to talk more openly with us.

I have so much more to talk about but I feel I should start breaking some of it up honestly. I don’t often do discussions like this on tumblr, I keep a large part of them to myself or usually when someone speaks to me about it, or I see a particularly terrible fcking take and I have to read somebody down about it.

But I’m getting more active on tumblr and I wanted to do my own breakdown of spn which I wanted to do before posting this but the stuff happened at Jib put that on hold because I had to brainrot, but I’ll get back to it. I’m mostly doing all this for fun.

But this was it, I just wanted to brainrot bc it’s been in my brain for almost a week and I should have gushed about them way sooner. Now on to watching con vids on YouTube bc I have to precariously live through other fans *sobs* . I will be at a con one day tho!!

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arwenadreamer · 2 years

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Arwena's JiB 12 experiences

The Jensen-Misha panel

Warning: This post is going to be both Misha critical and Misha positive, but most of all written by a J2 fan, so if you don’t want to read either, don’t read this post.

I was debating with myself whether to post this at all. I had it sitting in my drafts for a week now. While this is Misha positive, it is also biased, I know that. There is criticism on his past behavoiur. And I don't want to stir up any hate. Yet it is a part of my JiB experience, and I wanted to post all of those. So here it goes:

To be honest, I wasn’t exactly looking forward to that panel. The last Jensen-Misha panel we got at JiB 2019 was downright painful to watch. I did, though. I watched the whole panel, because there were so much heated arguments about this panel going around, and I wanted to built my own informed opinion, rather than getting it second hand from out of context posts. (Reminder: it was the panel where Jensen lost it and shouted “Destiel is real? Where? Where is it real?” and Misha at some point sat on Jensen who was lying on the floor and tried to “kiss” him. The one where Jared came in way early to Jensen’s rescue, and there was also this very sweet moment, half hidden behind a giant unicorn, where Jared was tucked under Jensen’s arm and looked up at him.)

Then there was one short incident on Saturday morning at JiB 12 that also didn’t seem promising for the panel. It was a very short moment, and I have not seen any videos of it so far, so maybe no one even filmed it. It was the end of Jensen’s panel, and Misha was on right after. I was sitting with a good view to the left hand steps up to the stage, the steps Misha had to take. Jensen was saying his goodbyes on stage and was walking towards the steps, but facing the audience. Misha was getting up the steps, aiming for Jensen, who, still not seeing Misha, still facing the audience, changed his path a little towards the front of the stage. Misha corrected his course, but was now really awkwardly not getting straight onto the stage but was almost out of room to get to Jensen to intercept him. Jensen still didn’t see him coming, so Misha turned him around with both hands and pulled him into a hug. It was just a short hug, but it was so awkward, because it was so unnatural. Not two people who see each other and sort of both signal to hug each other. (You know, like you do, how social interactions work.) It was so intentional from Misha’s side, not a spur of the moment at all, which was quite apparent. And it took Jensen completely by surprise.

So for obvious reasons I was prepared for the worst regarding the Jensen and Misha panel. I think I would have left the panel room if it had escalated like this, because I did not want my so far amazing JiB experience to end on a bad note. Especially since there would be no Jared to come in for the rescue and the panel would be slightly longer. (For those not familiar with JiB scedule: On sunday evening there is a Jensen-Misha panel that Jared is supposed to join after 30 minutes for a 15 Minute J2M panel that then is joined by the rest of the guests for the closing of JiB.)

But let me tell you: the panel was a pleasant surprise from start to finish! I genuinely enjoyed it!

If Misha acted like this all the time, I would be a much bigger fan of him!

The panel started with Jensen and Misha sitting with, if I remember correctly, a chair between them. It didn’t seem awkward, it just felt natural.

Both of them started talking and joking. I can’t remember in detail what was being said, but I had fun listening to them. There were a lot of “that’s what she said” jokes. And Jensen told a few dad jokes. (“Did you hear? They are not making 12 inch rulers any longer.”) They kept talking and joking, spinning the wheel. At some point Misha threw some rings (one of these childrens games where you have to throw the ring on a small pole) and Jensen assisted him by throwing the rings to Misha. Misha managed two hits in a row, then asked Jensen to do it too. Jensen declined and Misha didn’t push.

All this went on and on while people were standing in line to ask questions. Finally Jensen asked “Should we take questions?”, and they joked about that, but still didn’t take any questions. Neither of them. For another few minutes. By that time I had a feeling as if they were avoiding questions. But that is merely my feeling, not fact! Fact is though, that they took the first question after around 15 minutes into the panel!

The fan asked: “Misha, you wrote a poetry book. And Jensen you are being creative with your music. Do you two ever talk about your artistic projects with each other? Like your writing and your lyrics.” Something along those lines.

And Misha just said: “No!”

Silence. Jensen and Misha both sitting on their chairs, neither saying anything more. By this time Jensen has his head lowered, facing his lap, and obviously starts laughing, while Misha says to the fan “thank you for being so patient”, turns to the other side and says “next”. Jensen is almost cry laughing, then he lifts his microphone to his mouth, still laughing, and says:

“It’s funny because it’s true.”

He goes on: “This is such a simplistic answer! We have never collaborated, nor do we wish to.”

But then they do get into the question a bit more describing this hypothetical scenario:

Misha: “I imagine me showing up at your trailer, being like ‘Jensen I want to show you this’”, and then miming Jensen shutting the door into his face.

Jensen is laughing more and more and stands up to mime while he’s talking: “The trailer has steps, so Misha would be essentially standing at foot level, and he’d be ‘hey Jensen, I’m having a hard time with this line…” and then he mimes kicking him off the trailer with his foot.

Misha turns back to the fan: “That’s how it would go. So we don’t collaborate.”

Note: both were having fun answering that, and both sounded honest. Obviously, Jensen would not kick Misha. But they had fun painting this hypothetical picture.

The next fan asks something about Jensen going viral on tiktok with the Soldier Boy Blondie video. Misha has to ask what that is. He says he isn’t caught up yet on the boys. The fan explains that it is extra content for The Boy’s that actually isn’t aired in the show. Jensen says they did a lot of these and then adds: “I just did another one.” Smirkety smirk. (Jensen was smirking. I was cheering with joy.)

They then somehow go on talking about Kansas and Carry On My Wayward Son, and Jensen is like: “Yes, and I got to direct a Kansas concert!” Misha is like: “Really?” He genuinely didn’t know about Kansas being in a Walker episode singing Carry on. So Jensen tells that story in detail. He talks about how he tried to insert himself in a shot without the actors knowing beforehand. The cameras were on Jared and Odette Annable, and when the shot was done, he signaled the camera operator to keep rolling. He stepped into the frame and looked a Jared who knew immediately what Jensen was up to. He looks at Jensen like ‘What? Who’s this?’.

Jensen mimes all this, but Misha isn’t getting where he wants to go with this. He says in Jared’s voice: “You’re not in my show!” As if Jared’s face was confused for Jensen being in front of the camera.

Jensen corrects him. “No! And this is… see this is how good… like Jared just immediately knew that there was a pit going on.” (Whether he meant “...how good Jared and I work together” or “...how good Jared is”, or whatever, it’s so sweet!) Jensen then acts out his part. Like ‘Do I know this guy?’ But Odette, who was in the shot too, didn’t get the memo and was like ‘Oh, hi Jensen’. If that weren’t the case, there would be a nice little Winchester easter egg in that episode. Let’s just hope it will be in the gag reel!

Instead of taking another question now, they spin the wheel and drink something. Jensen tells another joke. “Of all the inventions of the past 200 years, I think the dry erase board is the most remarkable.”

Misha jokes about Jensen's jokes being embarrassing.

Jensen: “Listen! Jared wrote those jokes! He sent them to me!” He then smiles softly and says “When in doubt, blame Jared”. Lol. (I’m writing this here, because I have seen this statement taken out of context. Both to hate on Jensen and on Jared. In fact, it was a very sweet friendship moment. Jared sending Jensen jokes. Jensen, who usually isn’t telling jokes like these (that’s more Jareds resort), still telling them all in Jared’s absence. And the “when in doubt blame Jared” really was just loving, joking banter.)

After almost 30 minutes they finally take a third question. I didn’t completely understand it, but the gist of it is: “Did you talk about your new roles with each other?”

Misha: “No!”

Silence. People laughing. Seriously, it’s basically the same as the first question. Do you talk about your work? No.

Jensen: “There is very little creative collaboration outside of when it has to be necessary.” (Sounded serious, sorry, IMO it wasn’t even said in a joking tone.)

Misha: (joking) “We avoid it at all costs.”

Jensen: (now jokingly too) “All costs!”

That’s when Misha started putting his hand on Jensen’s shoulder, while Jensen kept answering. They go on joking about not taking creative ideas for The Winchesters from any cast member, and how they where making fun of that in the green room.

Jensen: “I kid. I don’t know -” Misha puts his hand on Jensen’s shoulder again and Jensen asks, looking shortly down at the hand (in a jokingly angry tone?) “WHAT?”

That was a short moment when I thought “uh oh”. But they took the turn and went on just as cool and relaxed as before, no one crossing any lines. Misha talks about how he called Jensen about his role in Gotham Knights, and asking for his advice on whether he should take it. Jensen then explains that the relationship that Misha or any of the other cast and he have is not necessarily about creativity, because everyone has their own talent and …. That’s when he is interrupted by Carry On playing and the rest of the cast coming up on stage. Which leads to Jensen speaking the words of Carry On while Rob is singing the parts. An amazing performance, completely spontaneous.

I feel like Misha got a very serious talk after the last panel and acted accordingly. Friendly, funny, not crossing any lines. If every Misha panel where like that,I would watch them all. (I also had a positive autograph experience whith him, but that will be a seperate post.)

Also, one thing they made crystal clear in that panel was: they do talk, but not all that often. And they don’t follow each other's lives all that closely. I mean, Misha didn’t even know about Jensen directing Kansas in a Walker episode. So Misha has neither watched Walker, nor has he followed Jensen’s IG, because I’m pretty sure he posted about that, nor any news regarding that on Twitter. Which is not a bad thing, just a fact. Their relationship is the same as with any other cast member. Friendly, friends, loose contact. Except for Jared. Jared sends Jensen dad jokes. And Jensen passes them on. That could be called creative input. :-)

For those interested, here’s the link to the panel part one. I can recommend the watch.

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callsign-marlie · 2 years

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Prologue. Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV. Part V. Part VI. Part VII. Part VIII. Part IX. Part X.

Story Content Warning: Rate M for mature content (minors DNI!!!) including but not limited to: mentions of drug use/smoking, alcohol consumption, explicit sexual scenarios, angst that will make your head spin and more to add Chapter Warning: panic attack symptoms at end of chapter, moose is a good boy :3

a/n: (unedited) life decided to take a big ol' doodoo on me this part, between writer's block and probably one of the worst months of my life to date. i apologize that this part is a little short. I'll be putting out a 6.5 part after this with some background of MusicMan and Hotshot so you can get a better feel for them to make up for it <3

thank you again for all of your support. x marlie Table of Contents

Part VI: Remembrance

Misha opened the front door of the house and let it creak shut behind her. The air was completely still and the open foyer echoed with every step of her boots. She untied them with tired hands and let her duffle fall to the floor of the landing. She’d deal with the mess in the morning.

Moose immediately trotted up the stairs, a little yawn leaving his jowls while he waited for his mistress to follow. She smiled at her boy, the shepherd seemingly smiling back, when two taps of a pen on wood shook her from her focus. The single beam of light coming from the old chandelier in the dining room highlighted the face of a very stern looking Tom Kazansky.

Iceman sat at the head of the kitchen table like a king at his throne with a hot cup of tea in his fingers. He pursed his lips at the steaming liquid and eyed her fiercely behind his glasses. Busted, was all his glare could say. Misha’s throat was closing as she met his gaze, nodding her head to Moose to give him permission to go to sleep. The hound let out a small whine and stamped his feet on the carpeted floors in protest, but ultimately turned himself to the room to hunker down for the night.

Misha slinked over to sit near her father in her usual seat at the table, her mother’s spot separating the two. Tom put down his mug and crossed his fingers on the mahogany. Her own were fumbling with her cuticles.

You’re late. His fingers were lazy in their movement while he signed. Misha knew after falling asleep in his chair this morning that her father was probably dead tired from waiting up for her. The lieutenant glanced at the grandfather clock in the den: 10:56. It was way past both of their bedtimes.

Rooster and I were talking and I lost track of time. It wasn’t a lie in the slightest. Although her conversation with the aviator was short in comparison to her smoke “break”, she needed to make sure she had a good alibi that her father could track if he decided to pursue it. You knew I was on base, though. Did you really have to stay up?

He gave a tight lipped smile. Yes. To make sure my girl comes home.

Misha scowled, shaking her head in embarrassment. I’m not a kid anymore, dad. I don’t need a curfew.

You weren’t a kid the last time you were out on your own after sundown. You were a grown woman in handcuffs, Tom started, locking his ice blue orbs with her emerald ones. The time before that, you had your bags packed and left the base in Jacksonville. Before that, you were in a hospital bed after the accident. You weren’t a kid at all at any of those times. I just don’t trust the sun when it comes to you, my Misha. His fingers leaped towards the sign name that he had given her. Misha’s heart jingled like a bell at the affection, but this was not the time for flattery.

Iceman not liking the sun fits, but I’m Hotshot. The heat is ok. I’m not dead yet. She chuckled to lighten the mood. Tom Kazansky didn’t budge. She gulped, gaze breaking towards the kitchen. Is there hot water left?

Stove, he motioned, signaling at the single burner still reddened. The kettle fizzed out steaming water while Misha dropped a chamomile tea bag into her favorite old mug. Perhaps it would lull her to sleep a bit easier after their conversation.

She stood against the countertop to stay her antsy legs from shaking. Misha took a sip and nearly torched her tonsils with the herbal liquid. She hissed while mashing her tongue on the roof of her mouth, “Hot hot hot hot!”

Was it? Tom’s sarcasm laid through his upturned brows and coy smile, taking another sip of his tea. I thought you were ok with heat.

She rolled her eyes while she nursed her swollen tongue. Tom patted the seat beside him, Sunny’s seat, for his eldest daughter to join. Hesitantly, she crawled onto the rattan chair.

It felt wrong.

I trust you. His expressions was grim. I just don’t want to be asleep when the phone rings about you.

Not if. When.

Misha could only stare into the rippling chamomile tea and bit back the frustrated tears prickling in the back of her eyes. “I’m fine, dad. I’m not who I used to be. I’m fine. Just… Give me some space, please.”

She didn’t look up. They stayed in a heavy silence until he tapped her arm, his warm palm resting on her skin. His voice was graveled; a whisper.

“Earn it first.”

Red seeped into her vision.

“EARN IT?!”

Misha didn’t stand to hold back her voice anymore. She shot up from the seat, knocking it over to clatter to the floor. She met his eyes while smoke licked inside of her lungs and fire burned hotter on her tongue than her tea. Chamomile be damned, there was no calming this blaze in her chest. “I’ve earned it over and over again for three damn years. I haven’t caused trouble, I got my own job, I’ve doing everything you say for this stupid, PERFECT, family facade you have going on here without a hitch in my acting skills and— AND! I even took this ridiculous position you gave me without a fucking FIGHT! Even though I knew it was just going to end up making me a laughing stock of the entire Navy! I did it for you!”

Her chest was heaving as she leaned over the table. Tom’s gaze softened a fraction, but he didn’t flinch a moment otherwise at her outburst. He simply stared at his daughter working through her emotions: he was a stone wall and she was crumbling like chalk.

She could have reached out her hands and they would have been on his shoulders, shaking him like a rag doll in incredulousness. Did he just not see? Did he choose not to in order to keep her locked away in this gilded cage? She wanted to scream, are you blind now, too?, but figured that wouldn’t go over well.

The flicking on of the hall light revealed a disheveled Sarah, robed and distressed, barefoot, in the hall. Her stare bounced between the two of them, mouth slightly agape. “Misha, honey, what’s going on?”

“It’s nothing, Mom. Nothing.”

Her throat stung from her screams. She couldn’t even look at her mother. Did she see her the same way, too? Incompetent? Unworthy of her freedom?

Did she still see her daughter as a fucked up little girl that couldn’t be trusted?

Misha grit her teeth to look back at her father. The wetness on her cheeks was forgotten, cold and sticking to her skin. “You know, Dad, when I was little? I wanted to be just like you. I tried so hard to live up to your expectations: Ice cold. No mistakes. But you know what I’ve realized after everything that’s happened to me? I never was like you, no matter how hard I tried to be. I couldn’t be. I’m not ice, I’m fire; the chaos of life always sang to me. It made me feel like I was home.”

She turned away from the table to stand just past her mother. She didn’t turn back. “I thought once that the songs were lying to me, but you know what? I shouldn’t have doubted them for a minute. At least they tell me the truth. They’re more my family than you ever were.”

“Misha,” Sarah hissed, but the aviator didn’t turn around. She trudged up the stairs to find Sunny and Jude standing outside of their respective rooms. “Way to go, big mouth,” her sister mumbled as she passed. Her under eye patches were slipping and her satin headband was crooked. Jude’s eyebrows were upturned in concern.

Misha ignored them both, slamming her bedroom door closed.

—

“And what would you tell his family?”

Maverick was busy grilling into the aviators while Misha sat perched behind her desk, analyzing and repeating different velocities and speeds of the aircrafts during their drills. Drill reviews were necessary for a mission like this because it allowed for careful dictation to find the exact flaws in each pilot’s flying to correct for optimal speed and precision.

Although everyone’s numbers were steadily increasing from their first dog fighting simulation (Hangman’s more so than anyone else’s), the graphs were not excelling anywhere near where they were projected to be to have full success over the mission. The room was constantly fidgeting with anxiety and tension as Maverick continued to present to the aviators. “Why did you leave your wingman, Hangman?”

“Well, sir, they just couldn’t keep up.”

Misha bristled. Something about his response left her spine tingling and her cheeks heated. It could have been the sly smirk she wanted to slap off of his lips, his beady green eyes or that stupid fucking toothpick he kept flipping between his perfect teeth. She forced her fingers to continue to rock calculations rather than have them clench in a fist.

Rooster’s eyes rolled nearly in the back of his skull at his callous response. “That’s how people die, Hangman. You can’t just speed through a mission like this without your wingman.”

“Success requires the fastest finishers, bird brain.”

“Don’t tell that to your next conquest in bed, Hangman,” Bob spat, fiddling with the pen in his fingers. He paused as the words left his lips and looked up sheepishly. His eyes were as large as a doe’s. “Oh, did I say that out loud?”

Phoenix did her best to hide her chuckle beside her WSO and patted him on his shoulder. Hangman threw an insulted, pointed glare at the other man. Bob nearly curled into his seat, flushed.

“Alright, reign it in,” Maverick clashed. “This is serious. What’s going on here isn’t teamwork. Watching these training sessions has been like watching mercenaries that don't care for their comrades. Hotshot, numbers please.”

Misha switched the screens on the projector to reveal her most recent number set. The screen lit itself mostly with yellow and red bands. A singular green brick in Hangman’s speed section was the only pop of difference on the graphs.

Misha stood, her knee popping to crack. Her body hurt more today than it had in months thanks to a brewing thunderstorm and she was certainly not in the mood for a lecture.

But duty called.

“You can see here,” she started, “that numbers are up trending in comparison to the last mission change.” The graphs moved side by side as she swapped the numbers, noticing a general uptick on her scatter plot. “Which would be sufficient if this mission was, say, two months away. But here, aviators, we have less than two weeks. You want to see what numbers you should have projected at this point?”

Another click. The next graph was nearly double the angle of the current plot. The pilots sat up straighter in their chairs. A chorus of groans echoed through the group. “Not even close. The numbers speak for themselves. This is unacceptable work. Get. Serious.”

Misha’s gaze drifted directly to Jake who was nonchalantly twisting his toothpick in his fingers. His lips were tight as he eyed the graph, his irises flicking back and forth along the axis. This Jake, the stern one with the cogs spinning in his head, was the one she remembered the most. The Jake she knew was a problem solver, not a problem starter. He flicked his head up at the graph.

“Your numbers are off.”

Misha paused. “Excuse me?”

“They’re off. You underestimated my acceleration equation.”

Her teeth grit. Spoke too soon. “I can assure you I pulled the information directly from your Hornet’s black box, Hangman. This is as accurate as it can get.”

“Then your information is incorrect because I can guarantee that my acceleration was at least 850 knots based on my speedometer on my last pass with pops over there.”

“Even if I were for some god forsaken reason wrong, Hangman, your one stat value wouldn’t make a difference in the positive for the overall team equation.” Misha inputted his new value of 850 to the chart, seeing exactly one point move on the scatterplot higher than the average. “All you did was create a further outlier to decrease the sensitivity of the upwards progression. In fact, you might have actually worsened the average by your acceleration nonsense. Let’s check, shall we?”

Surely enough, the p-value, previously showing significance of change, proved the graph now insignificant. There was now statistically no progression to the aviators’ data with Jake’s rumored 850 knots.

Coyote groaned in his seat while Payback glared full laser beams at the back of Jake’s head. Fanboy let out low whistling, shaking his head side to side.

Hangman’s cheeks were flaming and finally, he tore his eyes away from the projector. His mouth shut for the rest of the debriefing. His fingers never stopped fiddling with his toothpick

“Lieutenant.” Misha gingerly placed herself back in her seat. “Would you like a glass of water to wash your foot down your mouth now or later?”

He remained silent. A pin drop would have sounded like a cymbal.

“Dismissed. Watch your emails tonight for instructions for tomorrow,” Maverick began. “Be prepared for… physical work.”

—

Misha lit her cigarette on the walk out of the hangar with Moose trailing a few feet in front of her. Her briefcase was hitched under her armpit as she balanced a forgotten, overpriced latte in her opposite hand. She was going to need all the caffeine she could consume if she was going to make it through all of the paperwork she’d been delaying.

“Misha.”

She turned around to find the one and only Jake Seresin standing before her. Alone, and shockingly vulnerable with his flight suit tied around his waist. A black tank was the only thing he had on his chest. She stopped walking for him to catch up, his torso nearly ramming into hers as he overshot his stride. He looked disheveled. A fat, wet curl of hair hung down to his eyebrows. She could smell faded sandalwood cologne and the starch in his uniform under the staunch Irish Spring soap. Moose, realizing that his charge had stopped, went directly between her legs to keep Jake’s distance. Surprisingly, the aviator respected it and backed away.

“Can I help you, Lieutenant?”

His jaw clenched while she saw the wheels in his brain turning on how to say what he wanted to. “Can I… can I ask a stupid question?”

“Better than anyone I know.” Misha took another sip from her drink, adjusting her briefcase. “What is it? I’m on curfew and I don’t wanna leave Admiral Kazansky waiting at the dinner table again.”

“Why?”

His posture was tight, his shoulders nearly shrugged to his ears in tension. Why? “Why what?”

“Why did you do that? Why did you have to embarrass me like that?”

“Embarrass you? No, Jake, you did that to yourself.” She lifted a leg to release Moose from the cage of her knees and turned away from him. “You were trying to embarrass me by proving me wrong. You think I’d let your boasting go unchallenged? I’m not pitiful enough to let you get your way, you brown nose. I’ll rub your face in your bullshit just like I used to in TOPGUN. I’m not afraid of you.”

Jake moved himself back into the front of her vision. His fingers flexed open and closed at his sides. He was coiling like a rattlesnake while the vein in his forehead throbbed. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I want you to realize I’m right: t’s too dangerous for you to be here, in the air or otherwise. I still have no clue what Iceman was thinking about bringing you back here.”

Misha’s nose upturned. “I’m not some fragile piece of glass, Seresin. I’m healed and healthy. The admiral obviously thought that my skills were unmatched and were needed for this particular mission.” She pulled a drag from her cigarette and stomped it out prematurely under her boot. A shame. “Frankly, the more I’m seeing, the more right he was this whole time.”

“I want you to resign from this mission, Misha.”

For the second time that day, her blood pressure tipped over the edge. Her eyes were daggers as she met his gaze with her own. “No, Jake.”

“If you don’t, your connections are going to put everyone here in danger.”

“My connections? With who? Mav and Rooster? Phoenix? Coyote? You? Hangman, I’m not even flying with you guys. Get that through your skull.”

Jake’s hands grabbed at her shoulders and shook her with a grip so tight, Misha wasn’t sure if she would be bruised. “I lost you once, I’m not losing you again, Misha.”

Moose’s patience snapped.

His fangs were bared as he jumped between the two, snarling with his haunches raised at the aviator. Jake immediately pivoted back and Moose pressed forward to detach Jake from her shoulders. Misha’s knees had given way and she was on the ground before she even realized that Moose jumped in. Her guardian was immediately by her side as soon as Jake was far enough away that he couldn’t touch her anymore.

She was dizzy. Her head was spinning with sandalwood, tobacco, and him. Why did he–

“I can’t, Misha. I can’t. I won’t be responsible this time.”

Her breathing was ragged as she did her best to bring her droopy vision towards her former wingman. A single tear slid down his cheek and he was slumped on his knees in front of her.

“I wasn’t fast enough. But I am now. I am now, and I’m not going to let y-”.”

Jake’s lips were moving at hyperspeed, but Misha heard nothing but static. Moose was nudging harshley at her arm. Lay down. She did, her head resting on her briefcase. He laid directly on top of her chest to apply pressure. Was Hangman still talking? Was Moose barking? She couldn’t tell, the ringing in her ears was so fucking loud. She couldn’t speak. When did her arms get so heavy?

It could have been seconds, minutes, hours, but eventually, a hand swiped itself across her sweaty forehead. It pushed the hair out of her head while a pair of arms lifted her into the sky. She couldn’t find the strength to open her eyes against the damn ringing in her head. If she stayed still… Maybe… Just maybe.

Maybe just this once.

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mangher · 8 months

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“Will you tell me how it happened?” //Aapeli @ Misha

@nvrcmplt

"Which part, comrade?"

Misha asks, maybe a bit too hostile. Unnecessary to say the least. Leaning his head back, he throws an arm over his eyes. With how he's spread out sitting, he's practically on the floor, but he couldn't care less.

"You want to know from the beginning? Or how I just made it past two weeks?" It felt like an old wound had opened, one you couldn't see with the naked eye. Misha took a deep breath, then another, grimacing both times at the discomfort he felt.

The pain he felt wasn't physical, and neither were the wounds. It irked him, it pissed him off so much that he didn't feel normal. That his pain wasn't anything visible. He wanted it to be physical. It was easier to deal with. Self-inflicted wounds were obvious on his arm, from either him chewing or just scratching away; though now bandaged up, the dull throbs from the wounds soothing in a fucked up way.

Mikhail is silent for a while, his mind jumbled, his thoughts in knots and heaps. His lips part, he licks them. How can the explain to Aapeli what he went through? How doesn he explain to Aapeli, that he wasn't as strong as he was supposed to be; that he was weak? Misha's upper lip curled up in disgust. Admitting that would be a blow to his ego, to him.

Admitting his weakness just brought back memories from the past.

Things he tried to forget. The last two weeks had been bad, housing the anniversary of his family's death. The deaths he caused because he wasn't in control of himself. Discipline, was what his father and grandparents told him, what they expected of him. To be in control all the time. No slip ups allowed.

Misha does end up sitting on the floor, with his head on the seat of the couch, staring at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing he's ever seen in his life.

Admitting his flaws to someone... that you might fancy (which also added to the whole mix. being interested in a man wasn't normal, wasn't good), was so unnatural to him.

"I'm a--," fugitive, a coward, a murderer, a--, "monster," Misha speaks, rather clear, though he's refusing to look at the doctor. His admission goes beyond just the general fact of him being a werewolf.

"I'm a fugitive, with nothing. No family, no home, no roots, nothing..." He's almost emotionless when talking, though there's the slightest quiver to his voice, to the words. Another deep breath, a pause.

"It was the anniversary of my family's death, a few days ago."

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tf2-oneshots · 9 months

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I would send in an ask for heavy’s parents but we don’t know anything about them

Leave that to me!

Warnings: past death mention

Rating: General

Zhanna sets several boxes in a living room, careful to bring each one to their corresponding rooms. Dishes to the kitchen, clothes to the bedroom, and so forth until she reaches the last box in her pile. This one contains a single photo album comprised of what little photos her mother has of their family. There were more years ago before they were taken away. The memory is still vivid as if it happened yesterday.

“Zhanna, is my matryoshka in there?” Nadia enters the room and sets her purse down on the couch Heavy assembled the other day. He bought this home for his dearest mother now that she lives in the States. All that’s left is to furnish it to her liking, and she can enjoy her retirement.

“Nyet, mama. Just photos.” The book is set on the floor and opened. None of Zhanna’s childhood pictures survived. In fact, the earliest photo is long after they had escaped the Gulag. From the pictures, Yana appears to be in her teens. As she flips through the collection, she lets out a sigh.

“I cannot remember papa. Not anymore.” Its there, she knows it, but its blurry. She can’t make out the features or even recall what color his eyes were. Brown? Green? What did his hair look like? Its a frustrating turmoil that leaves Zhanna gripping the fabric of her pants.

“My poor child, your father was a kind man. He wanted nothing more than to give us the world.” Just like Misha. He takes after the man both in love and strength. Still, Zhanna knows so little. What did he eat for breakfast? How did he sing? She closes the album and looks to Nadia.

“Will you tell me about him?” There’s so much to know, but they have plenty of time. Nadia sits Zhanna on the sofa and brings two cups of tea. She takes a sip and joins her daughter, eyes full of reminiscence.

“He loved art. When we dated, he painted a portrait of my cat.” A giggle. It was odd how often he wanted to visit and play with the feline before Nadia received her gift. She adored the painting for years, hanging it in their bedroom. She misses it with all her heart. If only she could see it one more time.

“Your papa would cradle Bronislava to sleep every night. Even if she refused to close her eyes.” He wanted nothing more than to do anything he could for his youngest. Nadia recalls waking up in the late hours to find them both asleep on the couch. Bronislava laid on his chest with a protective arm securing her. One time, he even climbed into her crib and didn’t move until the next day!

“I hope to see him again, mama. Someday.” Whenever it may be, Zhanna will be overjoyed to have him in her arms. To know his eye color, to hear his voice. She envies Misha’s memories of papa, but she knows that in the end, their family will be whole again. Even if it takes time.

“You will, my dear, and he will adore the woman you have become.” They finish their teas, empty cups set in the kitchen sink to be washed. Zhanna places the photo album in a closet before moving to finish the rest of the unpacking. One day, papa will hold her again.

Crying in the club rn -H

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Operation Christmas Couple -Halloween Party Timestamp

Pairing- Jensen, x Female! Reader

Word count- 3,164

Warnings- Language, slight angst maybe, drunk Jensen, implied smut

A/N- It’s my birthday, but you get the present. Since the new series isn’t as far as I would like it to be before it starts posting, I hope you enjoy this OCC timestamp. All mistakes are mine, and this was written between midnight and 2 am the last 2 nights I’m sure there are a few.

Summary- It’s season 7, but for the purpose of this fic some of the characters made earlier season appearances than they actually did on the show. This is the first Timestamp for Operation Christmas Couple. This one takes you back to before the series begins, and the night a drunken Jensen confesses what he has been hiding from his roommate and friend.

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Sitting in your chair you are waiting for the crew to reset the bunker scene you are trying to shoot with Jared, Jensen and Misha. Thanks to the former two things are moving a little slower today. It’s Misha’s last day on set for a few weeks and it seems like they are trying to screw with him a little more to make up for his upcoming absence.

The last take, Jared, had spilled Sam’s water on him, and Jensen had dropped Dean’s pie in his lap. So, Misha is currently in the wardrobe trailer for some clean clothes and they are drying up the set floor.

Jensen comes and takes a seat in his chair beside you, while Jared is leaning on the back of yours.

“Um, you two do know we are supposed to be finishing up early today right? Like it’s a scheduled short day.”

“Yeah, it will all be fine. We’ll still have plenty of time to get back here for the party if we leave a little later,” Jensen tells you without a worry.

“Speak for yourself, Mr. roll out of bed and look good. Some of us need to have time to do our hair, amongst other things. Right Jared?”

“Yeah. Wait what?”

Jensen doesn’t even chuckle at his friend like you thought he would. He’s just looking at you. “You know you don’t have to spend extra time getting ready, you look amazing already right?”

“Thanks Ackles, but there are going to be a lot of people there tonight,and I would rather I didn’t look like I just spent the whole day filming with two giant children.”

“Hey!” they both yell at you.

The studio was throwing a Halloween party tonight for all the shows currently filming here, and some of the executives were going to be there also. You know some people from the other shows, but there still are many more you have never met.

Filming finally wraps for the day and you are trying to hurry back to your apartment, but Jensen doesn’t seem to feel the need to move his very cute ass. You might have just been his roommate and friend, but you were not blind.

Standing outside his trailer, you are waiting for him to finish talking about who knows what with his PA. Surely, it could wait until you were all back on set Monday after the weekend. He finally emerges with his backpack slung over one shoulder.

“Are you finally ready to go?” you question.

“Yep,” he strolls along behind your fast paced walking. “Y/N, relax. What’s your hurry?”

“Did you forget the conversation earlier, where I said some of us need more time to get ready? There is hair, makeup, and clothes. Instead of having almost three hours to go home, get ready and come back, thanks to you and Jare, there are now only two.”

“Just because the party starts at 7 doesn’t mean we have to be walking back in the door then,” he says, catching back up to you and putting his arm around your shoulders as you both head for the car.

It has taken him so long, Clif has already taken Jared home and returned to the lot for the both of you. Once he pulls up outside the apartment you are hoping out of the vehicle, yelling out a thank you. Jensen just shakes his head at you, telling Cliff you and him will take an Uber back to the studio so he doesn’t have to wait for you two once Jared and Gen are ready. He hurries inside to see you stepping into the elevator.

“You better hold that door, Y/L/N!”

You are tempted not to, but you do hold the elevator and wait for him to get on. Finally in the apartment, you head off to your room while Jensen sets his bag down on the kitchen counter and grabs himself a beer from the fridge. Knowing he won’t need as much time to get ready as you.

Jensen also thinks you’re nuts for feeling like you have to take hours to get ready. He has always thought you were beautiful no matter what you were wearing, or had done to your hair. He isn’t a big fan of events like these, because he knows as one of the longer running shows in the studio he and Jared are supposed to be socializing with members of all the other shows. You do that also, but not usually with them. He’s afraid one of these days you are going to meet someone at these things who is going to take you away from him.

By seven he is ready to go. Even though it’s a Halloween party, it’s not a costume one. They figure most of you spend enough time pretending to be someone else. He is dressed in dark jeans, a black dress shirt with a maroon suit jacket. Turning the television back on he sits down on the couch and waits for you. Twenty minutes later you emerge from your bedroom mumbling to yourself.

“Are you ready?” he asks, standing from the couch and turning the television off. “Wow,” he says as his mouth drops open when he gets a look at you.

“Do I look alright?” you ask your roommate, turning around in your new black dress.

“Uh, yeah you look fantastic.” he tells you, once he is capable of speaking again. “I knew you would be running late, so I scheduled an Uber for 7:30, it should be downstairs in a few minutes.”

“Great.” You grab your purse, and black wrap and are ready to go.

The hall they are hosting tonight’s party is fairly full by the time the two of you arrive. Besides Supernatural, iZomobie, Riverdale, Flash, Arrow, Supergirl, Lucifer and Fringe, are all currently filming here. Most of their cast and crew are all in attendance.

You had no sooner walked in the door when someone you would rather not see runs up to Jensen. It was his ex, apparently she is in town to guest star on one of the other shows. They broke up not long after you started on the show, and it wasn’t a pretty breakup. Although, he doesn’t seem to mind talking to her now so you make yourself scarce. There is nothing you would hate more than to see him get back together with her. You keep waiting for the day he is going to come home and tell you he met someone. You aren’t sure you would be able to take that.

Jared and Gen find Jensen, not long after you have left him. His ex isn’t happy when she realizes she doesn’t have his full attention. Or even half of it, since he is going between listening to Jared and watching you.

Socializing with the other cast and crews, along with some of your own coworkers, you don’t have a chance to go look for Jensen or Jared. What you don’t know is Jensen hasn’t let you out of his sight all night long. While you are currently talking and laughing with Tom Ellis and Robert Buckley, your roommate is knocking back his third drink of the party before heading to the bar for something stronger than beer.

When he rejoins Jared, Gen and Joshua Jackson, his TV brother pulls him to the side. “Are you alright man? You’re hitting the alcohol a little hard tonight.”

“I’m fine.”

Tom is pulled away, but you continue your chat with Robert. You two are comparing CW sets, his experience on iZombie and One Tree Hill, to yours on Supernatural. When the crowd jostles you at one point, he puts his arm around you to keep you from falling. He just doesn’t move it when you are once again steady. As the noise level is picking up, the two of you need to lean closer to each other to hear what was being said.

You are completely taken off guard when you are suddenly pulled into someone else’s side and away from Robert. Turning to look at the newcomer, you see Jensen sending a glazed eyed stare at Robert.

“Hey Jay,” you cautiously greet him. “Have you met Robert Buckley? He was on One Tree Hill and is working on iZombie here now.”

“Great,” he replies.

“Robert, this is my co-star and roommate, Jensen Ackles.”

Robert holds out his hand, which Jensen finally shakes after a moment.

“Yeah, roommate, I’m the roommate. Always the damn roommate.”

“Apparently, you are now the roommate who’s had too much to drink,” you hiss at him, but he just shrugs. “Where is Jared?”

“Around.”

“Why don’t you go find him?”

“And leave you to be taken, taken vantage of? No, nope,” he slurs out.

You turn back to Robert, “it was great talking to you, but I should get him some water, or coffee and maybe a ride home. I’d love to continue this conversation sometime...”

“Sure ya would,” Jensen grumbles behind you.

“If I don’t end up in jail for killing my roommate,” you finish, glaring at Jensen.

“Sounds good,” Robert hands you a card with his number before bidding you farewell.

When he’s gone, you turn around and glare at your roommate, “what the hell was that?”

He just shrugs, and throws one arm around your shoulders pulling you close once again.

“How much have you had to drink? You aren’t normally like this, especially with execs around.”

Another shrug.

“Could I have something besides a shrug?”

“No,” he almost yells with a shake of his head. He starts to wobble, but holds himself steady.

“Okay, that’s enough, let's go outside.”

You start heading for the door, while almost pulling him along next to you. Thankfully, Clif notices something isn’t right and makes his way toward the two of you. He tries to shift Jensen off of you, but the man won’t let go.

When the three of you are finally standing outside, Clif asks if you want him to go get the car to take Jensen home. You turn to your roommate, “are you good with Clif taking you home?”

“You too.”

“You’re well past wasted, Jens, I think you’re the one who needs to go home. Then Clif can come back for Jared and Gen. I’ll get an Uber later.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Not leave…leaving you… lone.”

“I’ll be fine. It’s a studio party on a closed lot.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Come with me.”

So much for you trying to have fun tonight. “It’s barely nine. Which speaking of, how’d you managed to get so wasted so fast, is beyond me. But you want me to leave and go back with you?”

“Yes.”

Rubbing a hand over your face you look at Clif and shake your head. “Fine if it will get you to leave, I’ll come help take you home.”

It’s a twenty minute drive back to the apartment. Jensen is sitting next to you in the back. You don’t notice that he keeps looking back at you with a drunk little smile.

“Do you want to tell me what in the world is going on?” you finally ask.

He shakes his head.

“I think you owe me an explanation for making me leave.”

He turns and looks out the window, “I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to do something.”

“Couldn't take what?”

“But it doesn’t matter, cause I can’t have it.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” You look up at Clif, who is stopped at a red light. He just shakes his head.

“Should have been me,” Jensen mumbles to himself, but you still caught it.

Reaching the building, Clif pulls into an empty spot out front. Jensen is already opening his door and stumbling towards you before his bodyguard can grab him.

Once he reaches you he puts his arm around you and pulls you close once again. “Night, Clify,” he says with a clumsy wave.

Clif still follows you into the building, when Jensen turns around in the elevator he notices he’s still there, ‘Hi Clify.”

“Hi Jay,” he responds with a shake of his head.

Up in the apartment, Jensen stumbles to the couch, while you try and get him to go change out his dress clothes.

“You want me naked?” He asks with a smile.

“You know what, fine sleep in those clothes. Here is a water bottle and some pain pills for you,” you set the items down in front of him.

Jensen reaches out and grabs your arm, pulling you down beside him. When you try and stand up he pulls you back down.

“I’m going with Clif back to the party.”

“No, stay…with me.”

You are more than a little frustrated at this point, having been looking forward to this party and the chance to spend time with the other casts and crews. You know you aren’t in the best mood to go back to the party, though. You would probably end up in as bad a shape as Jensen is.

Looking up at Clif you give a little shrug, “I guess I’m staying home. Thanks for your help.”

“No problem, call if you have any problems.”

“Thanks.” You try to get up to walk him to the door, but someone won’t let you.

“Bye Clify,” Jensen calls.

You stay on the couch for a few minutes and wait for Jensen to relax. When you think he has, you try to stand up. He immediately tries to reach for you.

“If you are going to make me stay home, I would at least like to change into some sweats.”

He finally lets you get up. When you come back in lounge pants and one of Jensen’s shirts you stole a while back, you sit down at the table in front of him.

“Alright, what’s going on with you? And don’t you dare tell me nothing. Jens, you don’t usually drink as much as you must have tonight.”

He sits back on the couch and gives you a glassed over look.

“Fine, if you don’t want to talk to me, I’m not going to sit here and stare at you.”

You stand up and start to walk away when you hear Jensen mumble something behind you.

“Should be me.”

“What was that?”

“Had to do something.”

“What’s that mean?”

“I couldn’t just stand there and watch or I would have punched ‘em. So I kept drinkin.”

“Who were you going to punch?”

“Those guys.”

You can’t help the eye roll. “That narrows it down, Ackles. There were a lot of guys there tonight.”

“He kept touching you, and you were laughing at whatever he said to you. I couldn’t take it.”

“Wait. Are you talking about Robert?”

“Stupid pretty boy, just kept touching you. Shoulda been me, but I can’t.”

“You keep saying that, what does it mean, should have been you.”

He turns to look at you, “but Jared says it can’t be.”

“I don’t know if you are too drunk for this conversation, or I’m too sober.”

Jensen gets up and slowly starts walking around the living room.

“Something’s bothering you, because tonight was way too out of character for there not to be.”

“I wish it was me.”

“What?” you are beginning to get a headache from trying to have this same conversation. “Why do you want to punch Robert?”

“Because it shoulda been me,” he turns around and yells at you this time. “I should have you in my arms, by my side, but I can’t.”

“Jens…”

He starts laughing, “but I’m just the roommate. This is Jensen, he’s my roommate, just the fucking roommate. But we aren’t actually fuckin.”

You are too shocked to say anything, but it doesn’t matter, the man is on a roll now.

“I can’t be more than the roommate, because I can’t disrupt the fucking balance, so I have to just sit back and watch, but I can’t do that anymore.”

“What balance?” you try to question.

“If things didn't work out, Jared said I can’t make that move unless I’m sure. But what if I’m sure I’m sure, but then I misread the whole thing. What happens if I lose you anyway, then I’ve lost.

“You have completely lost me in this conversation,” you try to cut him off. You thought he was slowly sobering up, but now you aren’t so sure.

“See he was right, it’s happening already.”

“What is?”

“I’m losing you.”

You stand up and walk over to where he is standing by the window, looking out at the city. Softly putting your hand on the side of his face, you guide him to look at you. “Jay, what is all this about? You aren’t losing me, I’m right here. Why do you think you are?”

“But I will, when you meet someone who isn’t afraid of losing their best friend so they can tell you.”

“Tell me what? What don’t you think you can tell me”

“I’m in love with you, but I can’t have you.

Well that catches you off guard. You’ve had feelings for Jensen that you have tried to bury over the years, but you didn’t think he would feel the same way about you. The man was the picture of perfection and could have anyone he wanted.

“See you can’t even say anything back. Jared was right, I should have kept my mouth shut and not said anything.”

“No no no, I’m just surprised to hear you say that. Jensen you could have anyone anywhere, I don’t understand why you would be interested in me.”

“You are the only girl I’m interested in,” he steps closer to you now, putting his hands on either side of your face, he slowly leans down and meets your lips in a soft kiss.

When you two pull apart, you can’t help but ask, “did Jared really tell you not to tell me?”

“Yeah, I’ve been trying to pretend I didn’t feel like I did.”

“How long?”

“Before we became roommates.””

“We used to sit out here and talk at night, I thought then that you might have some of the same feelings I did, but nothing ever happened. So I told myself it was all in my head,” you confess.

“He had me so worried about losing you as a roommate, friend, and even coworker if it didn’t work out between us I couldn’t take a chance on doing anything to ruin what we had. I’m not letting go of you now,” he tells you before moving in to kiss you again.

“We were idiots,” you whisper to him, when you break for air.

“No, we have meddling friends who are idiots. If it wasn’t for him, I would have done this a few years ago,” he tells you before kissing you again.

Picking you up, he carries you to his bedroom to make up for lost time.

Thank you for reading!!!