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bi-bard · 3 years

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The French Mistake (Part 2) - Jack Kline Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: The French Mistake (Pt. 2)

Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader

Requested: nope

Word Count: 1,746 words

Warning(s): cussing

Summary: (Season 14) A familiar situation is presented to two new members of Team Free Will.

Author's Note: Got this idea while watching an Alexander Calvert panel. Here's a link to that. (I hope it's the right panel)

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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Honestly, I am not sure how we ended up in the situation where Jack and I could've been separated from Dean, Sam, and Cas.

We thought it was a normal witch hunt.

Strange death and hex bags. Basic witch hunt.

We managed to track her to a large house just outside of the small town we were in. Jack and I were just through a set of doors to another room when they slammed behind us.

I heard Sam slam against it, "(Y/n)! Jack!"

"Sam, Dean," I yelled back, tugging on the door handle. "Cas!"

"Hi," Jack and I turned around to see the witch standing in front of us.

I stepped in front of Jack. I aimed my gun at her but before I could shoot, she shouted something I didn't understand and dropped something into a big bowl in front of her.

There was a blast of wind. Jack and I were thrown backward. The doors that had slammed behind us had suddenly opened so we would fly backward and out of the room.

Instead of hitting the hardwood floor, we landed on a mat. A thick mat that broke our fall.

"And cut," we both jumped and looked around the room. Camera, lights, a crew.

"Are you okay," I muttered to Jack.

"Yeah," they mumbled. "What happened?"

"That was great you two," some guy walked over to us. "We're gonna film the guys' scenes now. You two can take a break. Someone will come to get you when we need you back."

I nodded, pretending like I understood an ounce of that before standing up. Jack followed me.

"Where are we," Jack asked.

"Sam and Dean told me about something like this," I said quietly, avoiding as many people as possible. "They got sent to an alternate reality where our lives are just a TV show."

"Like Scooby-Doo?"

"Kinda," I shrugged.

"For the love of God, Alex," we both looked over as we heard someone's exasperated Scottish accent. Rowena... or the woman who plays Rowena... walked over to us. "Leave the poor kid alone!"

"What," we both asked at the same time.

"You don't need to pick fun at Rory all the time."

"Oh, no, no, he wasn't making fun of me," I promised, praying that I guessed who was Alex and who was Rory. "I was... asking about... a scene. We were gonna rehearse together."

She glared at Jack, who shrunk back at her expression, "Don't try anything, got it?"

Jack nodded quickly before the woman started walking away. On the way past me, she grabbed my shoulder, squeezing it lightly. I grinned awkwardly and nodded as a silent thank you.

Jack and I continued walking to the trailers on the set. I was watching the doors.

"Okay, so you're some guy named Alex and I'm someone named Rory," I muttered. None of the doors seemed like they were ours.

"Alex can be short for Alexander, right," Jack asked. I nodded. They pointed to a door a little bit ahead of us.

"Good catch," I replied, speed-walking over. Jack followed close behind me.

The door was unlocked.

"Your's is right next door," they pointed over to it. I nodded.

We both climbed into "Alex's" trailer, closing the door behind us.

"Okay... here's what I know," I explained. "Jared is Sam, Jensen is Dean, Misha is Castiel."

I jumped onto the laptop that had been left charging on a small couch.

"The lady we just met was Ruth... she plays Rowena," I added.

Jack nodded.

"You're name is... Alexander... Calvert... got it," I turned the keyboard around so Jack could look at it. They moved to sit next to me.

"That's you," Jack pointed at one of the pictures on the page.

Alex and Rory were on a stage together, mics in hand. They looked like they were laughing at something. There was a banner behind them and posters with pictures of the people I knew pasted on all of them.

"They must've put up a front in public," I explained.

"How do we get home," Jack asked. "I don't wanna act like I hate you."

"We'll figure this out," I promised, grabbing one of Jack's hands.

They nodded, leaning on my shoulder. They were clearly worried and scared about this.

We had been close since they came to stay in the bunker. We were only friends but being able to comfort each other like this meant the world to both of us. We felt safe and happy this way.

"TV shows have props and such," I said. "Maybe we can find the things that the witch used in that spell. I think I remember what she said."

"Okay," Jack replied.

We put the laptop back and started heading out. I had turned to close the door when I heard Jack speak.

"Hello," I turned around to see them waving at Cas- Misha.

"Really in character today, huh," I had to stop my face from reacting to Misha's voice. It was higher than Castiel's.

Misha grabbed my wrist, pulling me away from Jack.

"Ruth seemed concerned about you," he explained. "You alright?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Alex and I were looking over our next scene."

"Was it the confession scene? I know kissing scenes can awkward... especially when you hate someone."

My eyes must have gone wide before I could stop myself.

"Did you forget about it," Misha chuckled.

"I guess my days were switched up," I shrugged.

"Happens to the best of us," he replied before pulling me into a hug. "Don't be afraid to put your foot down, alright?"

"Alright," I chuckled before stepping back with a smile.

"Don't do anything stupid, you two," he called as he walked off.

"What was he talking about," Jack asked.

"What scene we were rehearsing," I muttered, confused. Confession scene? Had I missed something? "I wanna look at something."

I jogged to the door for my (?) trailer. I pulled the door open and started looking around. I needed to know from Rory's perspective. How bad had things gotten on set?

Jack picked up a script that was left on a table while I reached under a couch cushion. I pulled a journal out of it.

"Not so different," I muttered, standing up and opening the pages. Place the journal near where you rest the most.

Dates and times and descriptions and quotes.

Some were nice with the other guys but whenever Alex was mentioned, it was resentful? That may not be the right word but I don't have a better one.

"They really hate each other," I mumbled. Jack walked over, reading over my shoulder. I frowned for a moment before a lightbulb went on. "We can fix this!"

"What," Jack asked. "How?"

"A little bit of lying," I muttered. I found a printer in the trailer and grabbed two pieces of paper.

Two letters. I would've let Jack write one but I know that they tend to write their 'k's backward.

"What are you writing," they looked over my shoulder.

"Apologies," I replied. "If they both think the other wants to make amends, it may work."

Jack seemed confused as to why I was doing this.

"I can't imagine a world where I hate you... any version of you," I explained. They blinked a few times before grinning a little and looking down.

I finished the letters a little while later.

I handed the one to Rory over to Jack. I held onto the one for Alex.

With a little bit of planning, we managed to make it look like Alex and Rory left each other letters without being aware of each other.

After that, we ran off to find the props.

We got lucky.

The ingredients from the bowl with labeled with scene names. Jack had gotten the name of the scene from the script that had been sitting in my trailer.

We laid the bowl on the ground, placed most of the ingredients in it, and I held the last one in my hand.

Just as I went to move, I heard footsteps behind us.

"Rory," it sounded like Misha.

"Shit," I muttered. "Please work."

Grabbed onto Jack's hand, hoping that the Nephilim power will help us.

I yelled out what I remembered the witch yelling before dropping in the last ingredient.

The wind picked up again. Jack and I were sent flying backward, going through the doors to the prop room. We hit the hardwood floor and immediately jumped up.

"We did it," I yelled when I realized we had made it back to the witch's house. "Jack! We did it!"

I pulled them into a tight hug. They hugged me back, smiling widely.

After a few seconds, I leaned back a little and kissed their cheek.

"Jack," I said softly.

"Yeah," they asked, arms still around my waist.

I sighed, relaxing, "Nothing... just... we'll talk about it later."

"(Y/n)," Dean ran into the room. I stepped back from Jack so he could pull me into a tight hug. "We've been looking for you everywhere!"

Sam and Cas were standing behind him.

"We were sent to another world," I explained as I stepped back. "The one where our lives were a TV show?"

"Really," Sam asked. I nodded. "What was it like?"

"Cas's voice was higher," Jack noted immediately. I chuckled.

"The actors who play Jack and me... they hated each other," I looked down for a moment. "We tried to fix it."

"How," Dean asked like he thought we did something stupid.

"Just a letter... that's all," I held my hands up. "Can we go home now?"

We were walking out and talking when I looked over at Jack. They were already looking toward me. I grinned and blushed before looking down. If Jack did the same, I didn't see them.

Maybe there was something to that confession scene Misha told me about.

--Third Person P.O.V--

Alex and (Y/n) both stepped out of their trailers at the same time. Both of them were confused and feeling a little out of it. It felt like the last day or so had been a dream.

They both remembered the letters. The one sitting just inside their doors.

The two of them looked at each other and, after a moment... grinned.

Not the usual taunting smirks or the sickeningly sweet smiles that were saved for fans. They were real, genuine grins.

A sign of good faith; I'll start over if you will.

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writethelifeyouwant · 2 years

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A Very French Mistake

Summary: Dean is magically transported by Balthazar to the alternate reality where Supernatural is a TV show, and Sam and Dean are played by Jared and Jensen. Everything about the experience is a rude awakening.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Jared Padalecki Rating: 18+ Warnings/Tags: Pseudo-Incest, But not really because Jared isn’t Sam, but also Dean has incestuous thoughts, Dub-Con, Somnophilia, Role Playing, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex Word Count: 2,354

Bingo Squares: @spndeanbingo - Only One Bed

Created for: @dreamin-me-a-winchester submitted this request for her drabble prize! And it was a prompt I loved so immediately jumped on it 💖hope it’s everything you wanted Katie!

A/N: Original prompt by @wendigosam who kindly gave Katie and I permission to use it for her story, thanks so much! - Link Here

Something was wrong. Very, terribly wrong. Especially with the whack jobs out there watching his life on TV. Those people should all get therapy.

But what’s worse is that when he’d crashed through the window into this freaky ass alternate reality, Sam hadn’t landed with him. If Dean ended up here, Sam could be fuck knows where. Or he could be back in their own world fighting a fucking archangel and probably losing, based on previous experiences in that arena. Dean had to find a way back to Sam.

Because Sam here was some dude named Jared. And Jared was… odd.

Sure, Dean replacing Jared’s co-star “Jensen” hadn’t necessarily gone unnoticed. Dean had spent the first five minutes trying to convince Sam to quit playing with him before he realised what the problem was. Jared was, understandably, unnerved by “Jensen’s” brief exercise in method acting, and the rest of the afternoon Jared had hovered around him, checking in gently, keeping weirdly close for two dudes who were just actors on a shitty action TV show.

Dean had finally escaped to the trailer in the filming lot that a very confused PA had pointed him towards. Jared apparently had dinner plans out, which suited Dean just fine, because he needed the guy to leave him the fuck alone so he could figure out how to get out of this place.

Several hours of irritatingly difficult research later, Dean had the ingredients for a spell that sounded legit, and a plan to get some of the more specialist items delivered to set tomorrow. Wanting the next day to arrive as soon as possible, he decided on sleep. There was a bed at one end of the trailer, much comfier than the standard motel fare Dean was used to, and after stripping down to his boxers and socks he tucked himself in and fell straight to sleep.

Jared was eager to get Jensen and go home for the day. He’d spent far too long at this stupid dinner with his agent and all he wanted was to get back to his boyfriend and find a bed as soon as possible. Jensen had been jumpy all afternoon, and as soon as Jared figured out why, he’d been half hard ever since.

They’d always talked about trying out role playing, specifically as Sam and Dean. Jensen had been hesitant when Jared brought it up at first but he’d said he’d think about it, and then earlier… he’d been so convincing as Dean even after they cut for the scene. It was a really clever ploy actually, pretending he was Dean way before they got to the bedroom to give Jared a heads up, make the scene more natural when they got to it.

Jared knew why Jensen was so nervous about playing Sam and Dean in the bedroom and it made his blood run even hotter. Jensen was always the top but Dean, they both agreed that between Sam and Dean, Dean was absolutely the bottom. It had been so long since he’d got his dick inside something besides Jensen’s mouth, Jared couldn’t wait.

Back at their trailer, they’d decided to share one this season since they were dating anyways, Jared was surprised to find Jensen fast asleep when he barged inside. That was weird. He’d been sure Jensen had wanted to try their scene tonight. But then Jared got a wicked idea.

Stripping off his clothes as he went, Jared made his way quietly towards the bed and climbed in beside Jensen. He was splayed on his back, legs wide, arms thrown carelessly above his head, in the perfect position. Jared flicked back the covers and was happy to find Jensen in a pair of looser fitting boxers, the kind of thing he’d always imagined Dean would wear. He ghosted his hand down the man’s chest and ran his fingers lightly over the slight bulge between his legs. Even soft, Jensen was still big.

Jared moved slowly, carefully, not wanting to wake Jensen up until he had his mouth on him. The cock beneath his fingers was responding eagerly though, growing and twitching in his grasp. After a moment he pulled it through the slit in the boxers so he could feel the warm skin against his. When he caught sight of the small bead of precum that was beginning to collect on the tip he couldn’t hold himself back, he immediately shifted himself between Jensen’s legs and took him in his mouth.

He suckled there for a few minutes, not playing much for Jensen’s pleasure, but for his own. He rarely got to think like this when he went down on his boyfriend, who always wanted to be as deep down his throat as possible. Jared liked that too, of course, but sometimes he liked to just feel the cock between his lips and on his tongue, and enjoy the sensation of not gagging on it.

Jared felt it as soon as Jensen began to stir, his hips jumping off the bed every now and then in reflex. Less concerned with disturbing him now, he reached for the waistband of Jensen’s boxers and tugged them off, pushing his legs wider apart and ducking down to lick at his balls for a moment before he made it to his prize. He pushed his tongue against Jensen’s entrance, overwhelmingly turned on by the fact that he was doing this to get Jensen ready to take his cock.

Dean, he mentally corrected himself, getting into character now that his boyfriend was about to wake up. Sam was getting Dean ready to take his cock. Fuck, Sam had wanted to pin his brother down and make him take it for so long. Every time Dean called him a bitch, Sam wanted to slam him against a wall and show him who the real bitch in the relationship was.

Dean moaned, some warm and fucking amazing feeling drawing him out of his peaceful sleep. He blinked, looking down.

What the fuck.

“Sam?!” Dean shouted, pulling away from his baby brother’s face. His baby brother who was laying there between his legs, mouth shiny with spit. His baby brother whose tongue had definitely just been inside Dean’s ass.

“Dean,” he smiled up at him, eyes heavy and sultry. Dean blushed under the gaze before his brain caught up with him and he remembered why this was even weirder than waking up to his brother rimming him. This wasn’t his brother – this was Jared. Now it made a lot more sense why Jared had been so touchy-feely with him earlier that day. Jared and Jensen must have been fucking. But Jared had just called him Dean… did these fuckers role play as brothers to get off?! That was fucking sick.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Dean finally managed to splutter when Jared reached forward and began playing with his cock again.

“Just trying to make you feel good big brother,” Jared cooed innocently, fucking hazel eyes staring up at him with all the sincerity and heat that Sam had in his own expressions. The guy was a good fucking actor, Dean had to give him that. “Know you’ve been so pent up lately, thought I could give you a hand.”

Dean felt his dick throb in response, a load of feelings he’d always tried so hard to bury rushing to the surface. He started to pull away, but then it occurred to him: this was his chance. This was a once in a fucked up lifetime’s opportunity to mess around with Sam and not defile his baby brother in the process. And he knew he was sick for even considering this but he was already hard, and Jared looked exactly like Sam. He was Sam, in a sense. With a quick wink up at him Jared ducked his head back down to Dean’s ass and began to reopen it on his tongue, and Dean couldn’t pretend he didn’t want this.

“Fuck Sammy,” he groaned, hands drifting down to curl through the soft chestnut hair he always made fun of but secretly lusted after. Dean had never been rimmed before but he decided he fucking loved it. The soft wet probe of a tongue against his asshole felt like nothing he’d ever experienced before. The sensation got even better when a finger started to probe at his entrance, spit slicking its way so it slipped inside easily.

“Gonna open you up nice and loose for me Dean,” Jared moaned, massaging his finger against Dean’s insides. Dean pushed his hips down into the finger, and Jared got the hint, spitting on his hole and adding another quickly. “Wow you’re fucking greedy for it, aren’t you? Always knew you were a slut, just never thought it would be for your little brother,” he grinned up at Dean sadistically and Dean felt his cock jump. He was too far gone to be embarrassed about his reactions right now.

“You gonna fuck me good, Sammy?” Dean had to keep repeating the name, had to keep the feeling alive in his mind. This was Sam right now, as close as he was ever gonna get to the real thing. “Gonna make me take that big cock you’re always bragging to me about?”

“You still don’t believe me?”Jared scoffed, pulling himself up onto his knees and showing himself off to Dean. His cock was fucking huge. Dean felt his ass clench at the sight of it, which didn’t escape notice. “Think it’s gonna fit?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and jerking himself off as he watching Dean fuck himself down on his other hand.

“You better fucking have some real lube if you think you’re getting that thing anywhere near my ass,” Dean groaned. The rim job had been nice and all but it was not enough to prep him for that monster. Luckily, a bottle of lube materialised from beneath the covers where it must have been stashed before he woke up. Jared made quick work of the rest of the prep, both of them clearly very eager to get to the main event.

When Jared deemed Dean ‘ready’ he tossed the lube away and moved himself to hover over Dean, bracketing his body against the mattress, pressing him down with his weight. He caught Dean’s eyes, held his gaze as he bumped the head of his cock lightly against Dean’s entrance, making him shudder. Taking himself in his hand, he started to push his cock inside, slow but firm. Dean moaned, bearing down, his body desperately trying to suck the cock inside of him as far as he could take it. Wrapped up in the overwhelming sensation of being opened up like this, bare and vulnerable and needy as he’d ever been, Dean slammed his eyes shut and let his head surge forward, pressing his lips into the man above him for a kiss.

With a cry of pleasure when Jared bottomed out, both of their mouths opened and their tongues wound together, breathing each other in while Dean got used to the new weight inside him.

“Sammy,” Dean whimpered, trying to move his hips to fuck himself, but he’s pinned down.

“Shh, easy big brother,” Jared whispered against his lips. “Lemme take care of you.” Dean whined, the words affecting him more than he’d like to admit.

“Yeah, you like that, I know you do,” Jared cooed softly, pulling back just a little and rocking back in. “You always take care’a me, let me do this for you Dean. Let me,” he breathed, drawing out further and fucking back in properly this time.

“Fuck, Sammy,” Dean arched beneath him, begging for it.

“I’ve gotcha, I’ve gotcha big brother,” Jared hissed, picking up his pace, fucking his brother in earnest now. Dean kissed him again, needing to be connected at every possible point, needing to be devoured. Their bodies were pressed together, his cock trapped between them, sliding easily along their sweat slick skin, and Dean already felt close. He would be fucking embarrassed except that he’s too turned on to think like that.

“Sammy, fuck, feels so good,” he babbled, clinging onto the body above him, hands groping through his hair, over his shoulders, down his back.

“You feel fucking amazing, Dean,” he answered, breath hot against his ear. “Your ass is so tight. Been so long since I fucked something this good.”

Dean fucking whimpered under the compliment, throwing shame out the window.

“Wanted this to last but what’s the point in drawing it out, huh? I can always fuck you again,” Jared grunted, shoving harder into Dean.

Jared lifted himself up, pulling Dean’s legs around his waist so he hammered against his prostate on every thrust in. Dean was about ready to burst just from this, he never thought it was even possible to cum without something touching his dick. Jared looked so powerful hovering over him like this, grunting and thrusting and so animalistic, it was easily the sexiest thing Dean had ever seen. He stared hard, eyes wide, trying to memorise every detail of this view.

“Want you to cum for me, Dean,” he panted, pounding into Dean’s body without mercy. “Want you to cum on your little brother’s cock like the fucking little bitch you are, okay? Can you do that for me?” Dean nodded wordlessly, too stunned and too turned on to produce words. Jared groaned happily, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back, his hips snapping harshly, filling the sound of their trailer with the echoes of flesh on flesh.

“Fuck I’m close,” Jared moaned. “C’mon, cum for me Dean. Wanna feel that ass squeeze my cock while I fuck my cum inside you.”

And Dean fucking lost it. One more sharp thrust against his prostate and he was gone, cock spasming and shooting out hot spurts of his release so forcefully some landed on his chin. Jared moaned above him as he sobbed through his climax, and Dean thought he could feel the warmth of his baby brother’s cum spreading inside of him just before he passed out, hoping he didn’t regret this too much in the morning.

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msmarvelouswinchester · 3 years

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Chan's 1k Followers Challenge!

To commemorate my 1k followers milestone, I decided to hold a little writing challenge for you guys!

Now there's a twist, more like a spin because it'll be Spin The Wheel Challenge! The rules are a little...baffling, so please read them carefully and you have to be 18+ and you don't necessarily have to follow me but it'll be nice!

The general rules are as follows -

You can write for both Sam and Dean (I wouldn't say no to a Winchester sandwich either). All versions of the Winchesters (demon, soulless, AUs, are welcome)

Other than the SPN fandom, you can write for Marvel, Lucifer, Shadow&Bone, 911, Bridgerton

You can also write for Jensen and Jared (or a J2 sandwich), Ben Barnes, Chris Evans too. Honestly, if you want to write for characters not mentioned here, go for it! No worries, let the imagination run wild.

Characters x male readers are welcomed as well

The only donts here are - No Wincest or Destiel (not a fan, not a shipper), no underage smut, no wife-hate.

AUs and A/B/O verse fics are highly welcomed as well as non-cons and dubcons.

Minimum words - 500, maximum - there's no limit but I will prefer if you keep it as an oneshot or even a three parts miniseries.

Now that we are done with the general rules, let's dive into the rules specific to the game!

So I have five sets of different prompt lists - Set A include Song Prompts, Set B includes AU prompts and so on.

There are fifteen prompts in each sets (if necessary, I'll add more)

What you'll do is that you'll send me an ask or a message with the letter of your chosen set (A, B, C, D or E) and then I'll spin the wheel and on whichever number the arrow lands, is your prompt.

To participate you have to choose at least one set but the maximum number of sets you can choose? All five of them! Let the creativity run wild people!

Due date for submission - 30th January (but of course, if you need more time, just lemme know)

Tag me in the A/N when you post your fic and you can also use the #chans1kspinthewheel when you post!

That's it for the rules, if you have any questions, feel free to ask me, happy writing!

You can find the prompt list down below and this is the online spin the wheel which will be used.

Prompt List

A - SONG PROMPTS (I put my spotify on shuffle for this)

Exile by Taylor Swift, Bon Iver

You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC

Favourite Crime by Olivia Rodrigo

Creep by Radiohead

The Night We Met by Lord Huron

Happier than Ever by Billie Eilish

Never Worn White by Katy Perry

You Are The Reason by Calum Scott

Hey Jude by The Beatles

Perfect by One Direction

She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5

Love The Way You Lie (part 2) by Rihanna, Eminem

Night Moves by Bob Seger

Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol

Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur

B - AU PROMPTS

Neighbors AU

Hospital AU

College AU

Serial Killer AU

Hallmark AU

Domestic AU

Mafia AU

Soulmate AU

Road Trip AU

Witch AU

Professor AU

Rockstar AU

Royalty AU

Stripper AU

Single Parent AU

C - TROPES PROMPTS

Enemies to Lovers

Fake Dating

Bestfriends/Friends to Lovers

Blind Date

Arranged Marriage

Bed Sharing

Fix-it

Mutual Pining

Hurt/Comfort

Huddling for Warmth

Slow Burn

First Time

Opposites Attract

Friends With Benefit

Secret Admirers

D - Dialogue Prompts

“Can you kiss me again? I wasn’t ready.”

“You weren't there when I needed you the most.”

“I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

“Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.”

“You’re not giving me much of a choice.”

“You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

“You look so good on your knees like that.”

“Those things you said yesterday…Did you mean them?

“Do you want me to leave?”

“How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?”

“Take my hand. Just trust me.”

“I could never get tired of you.”

“It wasn’t supposed to end this way.”

“Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”

E - NSFW PROMPTS

Sex Pollen

Fuck or Die

Beard kink

Breeding Kink

Publix Sex

Shower Sex

Mutual Masturbation

Dirty Talk

Cockwarming

Mirror Sex

Orgasm Denial

Oral Sex (fem or male)

Edging

Sexting

Roleplay

#chans1kspinthewheel #chan celebrates 1k followers #writing challenge

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atc74 · 3 years

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Eye of the Beholder

Warnings: Poor body image (?), slight angst, a little envy, a lot of fluff, and implied sexy times

Summary: Jensen is feeling less confident in himself lately and you think you know why. He has always been there for you, now you just need to show your husband he has no reason to be.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1470

Written for: @breakthezone first quarter challenge, which was to choose one of two prompts. Mine is bolded below.

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches, cause she is the best

A/N: So you know the pictures, the spread, the article in THAT magazine, featuring that beautiful soul, and that would cause any man to think less of himself, but I thought, what would go through Jensen’s head and how would I help him through it.

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The cold snowy mountains were a stark contrast to the warm flatland of their home state, but Y/N was loving the quietness and solace of the northeast. Y/N pulled into the snow-covered driveway and started unloading the groceries. She planned accordingly and for weeks at a time; they didn’t have many delivery options out there.

“Honey, I’m home! What do you say you come help me carry in and put away all this food and I make you a nice, juicy porterhouse for dinner?” Y/N called from the kitchen as she dropped the load on the counter. “Honey? Jay?” The house was mostly silent but then she heard it. The distinct smack of fists and feet hitting the heavy bag Jensen installed in the home gym. She sighed knowing this was the third day in a row Jensen had spent hours in the gym, working out until he was ready to drop.

Y/N brought in the rest of the bags, stored the food, and changed her clothes. If she was going to join him in the gym, at least she could participate. It wasn’t like it was a hardship watching her husband in only a pair of shorts, his freckled skin dripping with sweat.

She brought fresh water with her, setting it on the weight bench. He was breathing heavy, sweating, and red-faced. Jensen was not out of shape by any means, but he somehow had gotten it in his head that he needed to get into better shape. Maybe it was the pressure of becoming Soldier Boy, maybe it was that he was approaching his “mid-forties”, it could have been a few things, but Y/N thought she knew exactly what had prompted this new obsession. “Hey, honey.”

“Hey, babe,” he rasped, his breaths heavy with exertion, his hair soaking. “Just a few more minutes.” He landed another two punch kick combo.

“Jay, you have got to take a break. You can’t keep going like this, hours a day, day after day,” Y/N pleaded with him. “This is enough for today.”

“Yeah, okay. Maybe you’re right.” He stopped, hugging the bag tightly, holding on as he tried to catch his breath.

“Go shower, I’ll get dinner started, okay?” Y/N smiled, kissing him softly.

“You got it. I’m pretty sure I reek anyway.”

Leafy greens and brightly colored vegetables covered the kitchen island as Y/N chopped and sliced away. The cuts of meat were sitting out to warm up before grilling, and a nice bottle of a full-bodied red was breathing on the table. Jensen emerged from the hallway leading from their bedroom about thirty minutes later, looking a little worse for the wear. He pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek, swiping a handful of peppers, too.

“I saw that mister,” she smiled, leaning into his touch. “But I’m gonna let it slide just ‘cause you smell nice.”

“Better than before?”

“Oh, way better,” she laughed, turning and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Want to tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“Nothing, babe. Just trying to stay in shape. I gotta get in that custom suit in a couple of weeks, and I ain’t getting any younger.” Jensen looked down, running a hand over his face, scratching at his beard.

“That’s all, huh?”

“Yeah, just running isn’t gonna cut anymore. I have to keep up.”

“Keep up with…?”

Jensen pretended he didn’t hear Y/N as he started helping with the salad. If he ignored the question, maybe she would let it go. It seemed to be working, for now, so he went with it, and continued to help her with dinner.

“Jay, these look perfect!” Y/N gushed as she cut into the steak. She placed the bite in her mouth, the flavor exploding, and she moaned around it. “Oh my god, it's practically melting in my mouth!”

“You made it easy with a superb cut of meat, babe,” Jensen shrugged, digging into his salad and grilled vegetables.

All through dinner, Y/N noticed how he barely touched his meat or wine, but took extra helpings of the healthy stuff. She decided she would let it go, wanting to enjoy their meal, but soon enough, the dishes were cleared and leftovers stored.

“Jay?” Y/N asked, rinsing the plate in her hand before handing it to her husband. “Can I ask you something?”

“Babe, you can ask me anything, you know that.”

“And promise me you won’t get mad?”

“I won’t get mad, but now I am a little suspicious,” Jensen raised one eyebrow, looking over at his wife.

“Does your new workout regimen have anything to do with Jared’s spread in Men’s Health?”

“No.” Jensen protested immediately.

“Jay…”

“Maybe,” he sighed, throwing the towel on the counter, then he turned, leaning against it. “Am I...soft?”

“Soft? I think you are the kindest, most generous, loving man I’ve ever known,” Y/N replied honestly. “I am lucky I found you and even luckier that you love me.”

“Well, thank you for that, babe, but I was asking about my physical appearance,” Jensen hung his head, his voice getting quieter as he talked. “Do I have a ‘dad bod’?”

“Jensen Ross Ackles, you listen to me right now. You have never looked better and you are in the best shape of your life. You just completed a 15 year run on the most successful sci-fi television show in history, you are stepping into an iconic role that you were hand-picked for, and if a ‘dad bod’ looks like this, then yes!” Y/N gestured to her husband while rambling on trying to make her point. “No, you know what? Come here, come sit down with me. Bring the wine.”

Y/N sat down with her laptop, intent on showing her husband the proof he needed to believe her and believe in himself. Jensen sat down next to her, handing her a fresh glass, as she pulled up photo after photo on the screen.

“Do you see what I see?”

“No, I see a skinny kid from Texas with no hair on his chest and barely-there abs,” he scoffed.

“Okay, you still don’t have chest hair, but what else do you see?” She prompted him again.

“A pudgy mid-section and that was before I turned 40!”

“Do you want to know what I see?”

“You’re biased.”

“You’re damn right I am, but I do know that your fans, the Dean-girls, well, they’re not wrong. Did you know that according to several fan sites, you and Dean have way more fans than Jared and Sam? And are you telling me that millions of people are wrong?”

“Millions?” he asked skeptically.

“Okay, well, maybe not millions, but a lot! But I see a man that is in better shape than he was twenty years ago. I see a skinny kid from Texas too. But I also see a man who now is in the best shape of his life and way sexier than that skinny kid.. What is it that you’re always telling me when I complain about my baby muffin top or my thunder thighs?”

“That bodies come in all shapes and sizes, and beauty isn’t defined by your body shape; it’s defined by your soul and you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”

“Okay, and I usually argue with you when you do, but that doesn’t mean you’re wrong. We are our own worst critics, you know that. But I see a healthy body and strong arms. Arms that hold me better than any others on the planet. Arms that hold our children and comfort them when they are hurt. I see a sexy mind and a stunning soul, one that was made for me.”

“Okay, I think that is enough wine for you,” Jensen reached for the glass, but you moved it out of his reach.

"Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?"

“Fine, it could have been a smile.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, my exceptionally sexy wife made a pretty good point.”

“Oh? Tell me more.”

“Well, she may also be the smartest person I know. She always knows just what to say when my dumbass is being, well a dumbass.”

“Yeah, I am pretty damn smart. Because you know what else I did? I made arrangements for your visiting parents to keep the children overnight so they can swim until they pass out.”

“Wow, that is pretty smart. You know, I’ve been working out and I bet I could carry you all the way upstairs without breaking a sweat.”

“Oh, you’re on Ackles, but you are wrong about one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“We will definitely be working up a sweat!”

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The Proposal Chapter 4

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Story Summary: Jensen needs help keeping his life in order. To keep the media off his back. In order to do so, he comes up with a plan. Y/N, just a producer’s assistant, is pulled in to play a part she never thought she would have. Jensen’s fiancee. Only will it stay as a part to play, or will she start to want more?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

He barely glanced up at you, offering you a hint of the famous smile that drove women crazy before dropping his gaze back down to his phone. Reminding you of what this was. Strictly business. You were a means to an end for him, and the money they were paying you would definitely help your plans.

With a deep breath, you sat down across from him, smoothing the silky material of your dress. He placed his phone beside his plate, glancing you up and down. “You look pretty,” he spoke up just as a waiter came with a bottle of wine. Jensen nodded, and both of your glasses were instantly filled before the man left you alone once again.

You peered around the room. The place was packed, everyone dressed in their nicer clothes. A couple of women kept glancing over at Jensen, and you didn’t blame them. He was stunning, and he didn’t even have to work at it. He just seemed comfortable in his own skin, something that you had always wished for yourself.

“Thank you,” you finally answered, picking up the heavy, leather-bound menu. “I’ve never eaten here before.”

“It’s one of my...traditions I guess you could call it,” he chuckled. “It used to be Jared and I would head to the nearest bar after work on Fridays. But he flies right home to his family, while I spend about half of my weekends up here.”

“And the other half?” You asked while trying to figure out what you were going to eat for dinner. Everything sounded amazing.

He shrugged. “I still head home to Texas. I have the brewery to take care of down there, and my families down there.” He sat the menu off to the side. “And might I suggest the tuna? It’s my favorite thing here.”

“The tuna sounds delicious,” you agreed. “And a brewery? That sounds like fun.”

Jensen gave the waiter your order. “It was. At the beginning. Coming up with new beverages, and the whole design. Started it with my best friend. But then he died, and I don’t know...I just,”

“I get it,” you smiled at him, grateful that this wasn’t as awkward yet as you had imagined it might have been. “But keeping the brewery going, what a wonderful memory to your friend.”

“It is, isn’t it?” He seemed shocked that he hadn’t thought of it himself. “I’m actually planning on going down there tomorrow, and that’s one of the reason’s I wanted to have this meeting.”

You nodded as the waiter carefully placed your food in front of you. It looked amazing. “I figured there would be some ground rules,” you mumbled before taking a bite of the flaky tuna. “Oh, this is good.”

His eyes twinkled as he watched you enjoy the meal. “I knew you would enjoy it. Now, on to the ground rules.”

“Of course.”

He pulled a slip of paper from his pocket. “Here’s some information that you will need to know. It felt weird writing them down, but if you’re going to be my fiancee, they are things you should know.”

You quickly glanced over them. His favorite food, color, what he was allergic to. His parent’s name, things like that. Tucking it in your purse, you turned your attention back to the conversation. “Of course. I’ll read through it later.”

“Thank you,” he seemed slightly relieved. “It feels so stupid doing this, but it’s what the studio wanted, and it seemed like the best bet at the time.”

“I understand,” you assured him. “Sometimes we make crazy choices just to make our lives better. Or easier.”

He reached for his wine glass, downing what was left in one shot. “Thanks. And that’s why I wanted to clear the air. To set some guidelines.”

“I will do my best to follow them,” you answered.

“Good,” he took a deep breath. “First, we both need to remember this is strictly business. I know I said earlier that I was attracted to you. And while that will help our facade, I don’t want you to get your hopes up.”

You knew that it was going to be strictly business, but hearing it from his lips still stung. “Got it.”

“Second, we need to come up with a cover story. Everyone will know that we work together. But we need some more information for this to work. And then, I was hoping, after all of this you would head down to Texas with me. Tomorrow. I know it’s short notice, but I want to get this rolling.”

You almost choked on a bite of perfectly steamed rice. “Tomorrow?”

He nodded. “I’ll understand if you can’t. But tomorrow we’re supposed to have a family get together at the brewery. I thought it would be the perfect time to propose.”

Propose? Through all of this, you had never considered the fact that Jensen would actually have to propose to you. In the back of your mind, you had thought maybe it would just happen. That they would mention it in the entertainment news or drop it on social media. “You really want to do that?” You blurted.

Your shock seemed to lighten the mood. He chuckled, shaking his head. “Not really. But I know my family. And if it isn’t done in person, with witnesses, then they won’t let me live it down.”

Sure, you had agreed to all of this, but you thought that you would have a couple of days to adjust. To plan, and get ready for the onslaught of media and attention turned your way. But now, you would be heading to Texas in the morning, and getting proposed to be evening. It all seemed a little too much.

Realizing that you were trying to wrap your mind around everything, Jensen leaned forward, taking your hand in his. “Listen, I’ll be by your side every step of the way. You’re not in this alone. I’d tell you to pretend it was all just an act, but you’re a PA, not an actress. Just promise me, you’ll talk to me. I don’t want any secrets between us while this is going on. Otherwise, I don’t think it will work.”

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November Reading List

Welcome to November 2020′s masterlist for @beccaanne814‘s 366 Reblog Challenge!

Feel free to explore these fics and meet some wonderful writers! Summaries, pairings, and warnings are provided as the writer has listed. Please read responsibly and have fun!

366 Reblog Challenge Masterlist

1 - 15. Supernova Series by @whitestarbucky A suprnova happens where there is a change in the core, or center, of a star. As the star runs out of nuclear fuel, some of its mass flows into its core. Eventually, the core collapses, which results in the giant explosion of a supernova. Bucky never thought he could witness this beautiful tragedy in his lifetime. Until he met you. MCU | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Warnings: Strong language. Swearing. Smut (eventually). Angst. Death. Violence. Humor. Sam Wilson as Captain America (tbh if this triggers you, don’t read anything I write). Slow af burn. Depression. PTSD mentions. Fluff (if ya squint).

16. Original Fiction by @bethanythemartian Prompt: You’re a daycare worker, watching over toddlers, when the imminent end of the world is announced. It becomes increasingly clear none of the kids’ parents are going to show up as the end inches nearer.

Sam’s Hands by @thinkinghardhardlythinking SPN | Sam Winchester x Reader

17. Dust to Dust by @writingsoftheloser The snap happens. MCU | Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Angst, IW spoilers

18. Imagine...Running Into Your Ex by @luci-in-trenchcoats SPN | Dean Winchester x Reader

Blanket Monster by @drabblewithfrannybarnes A comfort drabble exactly 100 words. Fantastic Four | Johnny Storm x Reader

19. The Beard - Chapter one by @negans-lucille-tblr Jared and Jensen are a secret the world can’t find out. When their management insists they hire a beard to protect their images they are less than happy with the arrangement. Pretending to be in love with someone other than Jared is going to be hard for Jensen...right? top!Jensen x bottom!Jared // Jensen x Reader // (scenes of) J2 x Reader Warnings: smut, dirty talking, fake smut, flirting, teasing, fluff, angstish, blowjob (male giving)

20. No me quiro enamorar (pero lo hice) by @nekoannie-chan Nunca creíste que te enamorarías de Brock, sin embargo alguien interrumpió su felicidad y ahora querías vengarte. MCU | Brock Rumlow x Lectora Warnings: Angst

Rainy Days and Mondays by @kellyn1604 You and Dean reminisce about your childhoods and decide it’s never too late to play in the rain. SPN | Dean Winchester x Reader Warnings: little bit of angst, mutual pining, fluff

21. The One With The Intervention by @beanie-beebo SPN | Gen Fic Warnings: None.

22. Love is in the little things by @thinkinghardhardlythinking Dean shows the reader he cares as they bond over the season finale of ‘Dr Sexy MD’. SPN | Dean Winchester x Reader Warnings: None. Fluff.

23. All I Want - Epilogue by @kellyn1604 A small snap shot into the lives of Professor Rogers and his favorite ex-student a year and a half down the road. MCU | Professor!Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: Explicit smut, D/s leanings, spanking, orgasm denial

24. кролик by @mariessecretfantasies Reader wakes up in unfamiliar surrounding, with a most unfamiliar man. (Dark Fic) MCU | dark!Winter Soldier x Reader Warnings: NON CON, kidnapping, sensory deprivation, voice kink, praise kink, restraints, blindfolds, subtle breeding kink

25. Nowhere to Run by @sagechanoafterdark Kinktober Prompt: Fingering MCU | dark! Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: dubcon, language, fingering, young Steve Rogers AU

26. Messed Up by @donutloverxo Steve messed up and he’s determined to make it up to you. MCU | Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: 18+ only please, smut (m/f), daddy kink, age gap.

27. Only Ever Been You by @winchest09 Y/N couldn’t continue playing the game anymore, knowing that her heart couldn’t take another fake attempt at happiness. When her mask finally falls, her secrets pass her lips. SPN | Dean Winchester x Reader Warnings: Flangst. Angst, Fluff, argument, swearing, wet Dean Winchester

Save Me by @girl-next-door-writes Gif drabble request. SPN | Sam Winchester x Reader Warnings: Shirtless Sam.

28. A Hand to Hold by @writingsoftheloser Soulmates are complicated. Sometimes you find yours when you least expect it and sometimes things don’t go as they should. It’s all about right time and realizations, isn’t it? MCU | Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: there’s some angst, some fluff.

29. May I Request: A Time Machine by @imanuglywombat In the third addition of May I Request, our reader is out on the mean streets of Harlem kicking ass and taking down names...well, rather, making out with Steve Rogers in bars and trying to infiltrate a weapons of mass destruction dealer. Life undercover isn’t all it’s cracked up to be and tension is mounting. Thank goodness Bucky Barnes is on hand to help out with alcohol. It’s a shame no one can hold their liquor. MCU | Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: Sexual tension, enemies-to-lovers, banter, angst, Steve Rogers should not drink, Steve Rogers is a drunk liability, improper use of the daddy kink, terrible undercover techniques, teasing, grinding.

30. It’s Not Too Late by @girl-next-door-writes Gif drabble request. SPN | Sam Winchester x Reader Warnings: kind of angsty

#becca's reblog challenge november 2020 #becca's reblog challenge

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February Six Sentence Sunday

So today, in honor of 250 followers, I’ll be pulling SIX sentences from SIX upcoming pieces instead of what the next months will be - one sentence from six upcoming pieces. Saints and Sinners and Eyes of Grace will still be posting as they currently are, Thursdays and every other Sunday respectfully, until their completion. EOG currently has NO completion date/chapter/idea - nothing. It will continue being what it is, though.

Vampire Jensen: I made it home without incident; well, to my new home at least. I was unlocking my door when the room next to me opened up. I glanced up at the noise and saw the most beautiful man I’d ever seen exit. Tall, bow-legged, built like a linebacker. He noticed me staring and winked at me with a smirk before heading out to do...well whatever it is he does. I made it back into my room and fell onto the bed exhausted; it had been a long day of exploration and I fell asleep almost instantly. Bodyguard Jared: “Okay, so who’s handling publicity now?” you questioned, knowing no one else in the room was capable. At that moment, however, the door opened and in walked a bubbly blonde. “Y/N, this is Briana,” Felicia introduced, standing to hug the newcomer. “She works with the company I trained with and comes highly recommended by Jody.” Jody was one of the first people you met in LA and you loved and trusted her like your own mother. If Jody said this woman was highly recommended, then you were going to believe her with no questions. Transitions: “Dad’s on a hunting trip and I haven’t heard from him in three days.” Dean never mentioned the transition; he never questioned Sam. When they found John, Dean stood between the two of them and faced John down, daring him to say something about his Sammy. Because he would protect his sister just like he protected his brother. From their father, from demons, from transphobes, homophobes, and everything else. It was his duty as a big brother. Charlie x Reader: “Charlie, I couldn’t ask you to do that.” Because it would be too heartbreaking for me to have to pretend. You didn’t say it, but you had been crushing hard on your bestie for a couple years now. “I could go with you. Pretend to be your girlfriend. I mean, since they know you’re bi, it wouldn’t be news to them and it would save awkward questions since we already know everything about each other.”

Sarah’s Birthday Piece: Natasha and Bucky sat at the bar nursing their drinks and people watching. Their last hit had been rough and the assassin pair were tired. It had been three weeks of sneaking around gathering intel before they were able to nail down a place and time for the kill. Then, of course, nothing went according to plan and they had to improvise. Bucky hated to improvise. Improvisation led to things getting messy and that was more work to do to clean up the mess. Love at First Break: You nodded your head as he spoke, politely listening while also waiting for him to finish talking. “Well, you’re the doctor. How long should this take? And please tell me I don’t have to spend the night?” “It should be another hour to an hour and a half, but you will be able to go home tonight. The problem is that you can’t drive for a while,” Dr. Winchester said apologetically. And there we have it! Six sentences from six pieces - thirty-six in all! Currently, no angst is planned for any of them. Jokes, yes. Fluff, absolutely. Smut - definitely. Stick around and see them for yourself!

- Nicole Header from @ao3commentoftheday

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Prank Gone Wrong

A/N: This was a private request from my sister. So you guys don’t crucify me upside down lol. This was originally posted on wattpad, and someone who wished to remain anon asked me to bring it over here. So be nice lol. As always all mistakes are mine! Feedback is golden! Hope you all enjoy this one. I was nervous about writing it.

**Disclaimer!** This is a complete and total work of fiction. I don’t believe Jared would ever do something like this!! LOL Even though Misha may beg to differ.....

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected smut, drugged!jensen, jared being an asswhole on accident. (kinda), language, exaggerated effects of a drug, hint at reader with body image issues (very brief), male masterbations (also brief). Shifting viewpoints. I think/hope that’s everything.

Pairing: Jensen x Jared, Jensen x reader, Dean x Cherry (reader’s character), Richard Speight x reader, Richard Speight x Jensen, Misha x Reader, Jared x Reader, Jared x Misha.

Word Count: 5103

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Jensen's POV:

"Jensen, JENSEN!" Mikaela screamed at him. Making him jump in his seat.

"Sorry." He said, Settling back down in the makeup chair. Turning his head for her like she wanted so that she could even out the base coat of makeup she was applying to his face.

"You feeling okay? You're really zoned out this morning."

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine, just tired I guess." Jensen said. Knowing that was an absolute lie. He wasn't tired at all. In fact he'd never felt more awake in his life.

Today was the day he'd been nervous about since he found out about it. The sex scene between "Cherry," Dean's new love interests.. And Dean. And Cherry just happened to also be Richard's niece y/n.

See Jensen has had a secret crush on y/n since she started working for the show four weeks ago. He'd been separated from Danneel for six months now. The only ones on the set that knew that was Jared. So there was no way that Jensen could ask y/n out even though he really wanted to. He had to wait for things to become public, and he didn't want to do that until the divorce was finalized.

Now here he was, going to have to preform a sex scene with the woman that he can't seem to get out of his head. While everyone, except Jared, thinks that he's still in love with Danneel.

"Morning sexy!!" Jared said, flopping down in the makeup chair next to him. Handing him a cup of coffee that he gladly accepted.

"Thank you!! I was running late this morning, and didn't get go by and grab myself any."

"So you ready for today's scene with y/n?" Jared said wiggling his eyebrows at his friend. Watching him intently as he took a deep swing from his coffee.

"Yea, guess as I'll ever be... "

"Okay Jensen your done!" Mikaela said. Ushering him out of the trailer door. He was running late to the costume trailer as well, so he downed the rest of his coffee, and bolted for the door. Glad to be away from Jared and the conversation at hand. He did not want to discuss today's scene with anyone. He just wanted to get it over with. He definitely didn't want to admit he was fighting everything in him that was excited to see her underneath him, even if it was just pretend.

Jared's POV:

Jared rushed out of the makeup trailer headed toward the costume trailer. Seeing Misha coming out of it already in full Castiel mode.

"Misha you coming to watch Jensen and y/n's scene today?" He asked. Making only two short strides of his long legs in order to catch up with the shorter man.

"I don't know, should I? My coverage isn't until once they're done with you in the bunker library." Misha said. Looking up from his script he was reading when Jared had caught up with him.

" Well you might want to, it might get... Interesting..." Jared said. Almost bouncing on the balls of his feet with glee.

"What did you do Jared?" Misha said. Looking at the overly tall man, concerned, but grateful for once It was Jensen and y/n who were in the line of fire and not Misha himself.

"Well. I was at my uncle's house on the brake, and while I was snooping in his guest bathroom I found some Viagra shots. So.. .I kind of stole one of them... Anyway, I knew Jay and y/n had this scene today, and was running late. So I got him a cup of coffee and brought it to the makeup trailer for him. With the Viagra shot mixed in it..."

Jared was grinning like a criminal that had just pulled off the greatest bank robbery in human history. Misha stood there with his jaw on the ground, caught somewhere between amusement, and concern for Jensen.

"Well did... I'm... Oh my god Jared... Did he drink it?" Misha said. Concern growing, but amusement winning out in the end. He did make a mental note NEVER to accept coffee from Jared ever again...

"Yep downed it before he left the makeup trailer. Come on, it's going to take them about an hour to set up. So it should be good and in his system by the time they get down to business." Jared said taking off toward the costume trailer to hurry and get changed into Sam's outfit. This may be the greatest prank he's pulled yet!!

Your POV:

You were having one of those days.. Nothing was going right. You spilled your coffee this morning before you got to finish it. Cliff was late getting you and Jensen to set, you both lived in the same apartment complex while filming in Vancouver, so you usually just car pooled with them, it was just easier.

Even though you guys were already running late, traffic kept you even later, like the whole universe was trying to cosmically get you back for having a huge crush on this extremely handsome and extremely married man that was sitting next to you.

You where nervous about the sex scene today. No matter how many of them you did, they were always awkward. Add in the major crush you had on your costar, and that made it even more awkward.

Jensen must have been nervous, because he wasn't his normal talkative self on the way into the studio.

It was an hour worth of hair and makeup for you, then to your trailer to change into your nude underwear and robe to head to set. It was also December in Vancouver, which made that a very cold walk.

By the time you got to set that morning. Everyone was there and in place. Jensen was standing off in the corner talking to the director, you took your place already in the bed. For this scene your character Cherry was supposed to be sleeping, and Dean comes into her to.. Well You know... After an extra difficult hunt and your characters argument that you filmed yesterday were Dean had admitted his feelings for Cherry, but ran out of the bunker before she could respond to him.

Stripping your robe you get under the sheets and turn on your side as directed by Eric. Your uncle Richard comes over and kneels down on the side of the bed to talk to you.

"How are you feeling kid, are you sure you're okay with this?"

"I'm a big girl Richard. I think I can handle a little sex scene." You tell him. Trying to downplay your nerves a little.

"Okay, Okay," He said. Throwing his hands up in mock surrender. "You know what's going to happen, Jensen's going to come through the door, stand next to your bed. The coverage is going to be on a sleeping Cherry, Dean will then strip down and slip into the bed with you. That's where we're going to start the fun stuff. Now we haven't scripted this scene. Because no matter how much we've tried we can't make it look real on paper, so we're going to have Jensen adlib it. Just follow his lead. If at any moment you feel awkward or uncomfortable, just let us know and we'll reset and start over again. Okay."

"Okay." You said. Feeling a little information overload, but you should be used to that by now.

"Okay." He said, Standing up as they brought the lights down on set. "Jensen's a professional, don't worry." He said winking at you and making his way over to his directors chair while you tried your damndest to calm down your racing heart rate.

Jensen's POV:

Jensen stood off to the side of the set, letting you get comfortable and covered before he made his way to his mark. Trying his hardest to keep his mind on the upcoming task at hand. To do this with as few takes as possible.

He felt funny, but attributed it to his nerves, and tried to shake it off. Looking over to the side of him behind the camera he saw Jared and Misha standing off to the side by the PA's whispering to each other. Probably going to try and find a reason to make fun of him after this scene is over. Great more pressure.

Jensen adjusted his stance uncomfortably as the lights came down and they called the markers in place. The commands started to come out. Y/n adjusted in the bed and smiled at him. A smile that nearly knocked the breath out of him. The only problem is it seemed to show off her cleavage in the brief moment that she turned toward him.

"Quiet on set!!"

Fuck he was already getting hard, and he hadn't even gotten to the bed yet were she was laying. What the fuck was wrong with him? He tried to low key adjust himself to make himself more comfortable, and hide the fact that he was already having some problems. He'd never done this before. His heart rate quickened.

"Action."

Your POV:

As soon as they called action your eyes closed and you started to put on the presumption that Cherry was asleep. Waiting for Dean to come through the door with battered breath. You never get tired of watching Jensen play Dean. Jensen was sexy to begin with, but when he put on his bad ass hunter act it just did all sorts of things to you that you weren't ready to admit yet.

You could hear the door shut to Cherry's room, you could also hear your heart beating in your ears, but you tried to ignore it. Keeping focused on keeping your breaths even, like you would if you were really sleeping.

You could feel Jensen's presents behind you. Even though your eyes were closed. Hearing Dean's clothes hit the floor as he made quick work of them.

You felt the bed dip as his weight came down behind you, his lips finding your throat. You knew that there was no script to this, and that he was just winging it. So you lay there. Playing off the fact that he hadn't woken her up yet.

His lips ghosted over your throat to the pulse points behind your ears and you couldn't stop the shiver that went down your back.

"Cut!!!"

"Okay guys great so far. I don't think he needs to do that again. The next time it cuts to you guys your already going to be deep in the act. So... Let's start from there. Since this isn't scripted this might have to be done a few times. You guys good so far?" Richard called out from his directors chair.

"Yea, let's just do it." Jensen said, his voice was a little more strained than normal. He must be nervous too.

"Okay you guys get in position and Jensen nod when you're ready."

Jensen adjusted himself to be hovering over you. Trying his best to keep staring at the wall, and not you lying underneath him.

To say that the man was breathtaking was an understatement. A light sheen of sweat already coating his chest. You wondered if they sprayed him before he got into the bed. Why would he already be sweating? Jay wasn't really a sweater. Not that you'd ever noticed anyway.

Finally looking down at you when he'd positioned himself between your legs, trying hard not to touch you with his body. He supported his weight on his arms, and knees.

"You okay?" He asked. Looking down at you finally.

"Yeah I'm good, you?" You were starting to feel a little concerned about him. He wasn't acting like his normal joking Jensen at all. It worried you.

"I'm fine sweetheart don't worry about me." He said, winking at you. Trying to make light of an awkward situation. Even though you had nude underwear on, you couldn't help but feel exposed to him, and you couldn't help but feel self conscious about the parts of your body that you weren't necessarily happy with.

Jensen looked over to Richard and nodded to him. Then the two of you lay there waiting on the words action!

Jensen had his eyes closed and was taking deep breaths above you.

"Quiet on Set, ready, and action!!"

As soon as the words were called Jensen's mouth crashed into yours. Knocking the wind out of you. My god the man was a good kisser.

His lips brushed lightly over your own. That's when you felt him start to move his body above your own, careful not to touch his hips to yours, and keep you covered from the other eyes in the room.

"Cut!!"

Jensen's head connected to your shoulder and he growled in frustration. "What now Rich?"

Richard took a tentative step toward the two of you. Jensen still holding his body above your own.

"I'm sorry Jensen, It just didn't look real, your holding your body too high above hers, you're going to have to have a little contact with each other. You've done this before Jensen. What's wrong today?"

Jensen took a deep breath, looking from Richard to you. "I just don't want to make y/n feel uncomfortable." He said, keeping his eyes focused on the bed comforter. It was starting to make you feel even more self conscious. Did he not feel attracted to you at all? Did you disgust him so much that he didn't want to even pretend to have sex with you?

Quickly you shoved the feels down, you had to get through this scene. He said he just didn't want to make you uncomfortable. He was trying to show you a little respect, and keeping his eyes deviated form you until absolutely necessary y/n quite being so self conscious!! Jensen is your friend!

"Y/n I don't mean to sound crude, but your niece, and I know you can handle it. I've seen you at parties, we're not that far apart in age, I'm sure you're not a virgin." Your eyes narrowed at him, silently daring him not to go too far here.

Richard threw his hands up in surrender, and stepped back a step. "All I'm saying is I don't think he'd make you that uncomfortable if his hips ground into you a little. Hell you both have underwear on. It's not like you're really touching each other."

Rolling your eyes at him and fighting the urge to throw a pillow at his face. "No Richard, it won't make me uncomfortable. Now can we get this done!'

"Fine, Okay guys here we go!" Richard said running back to his seat. "Action."

Again Jensen's mouth found yours. Slow, but gaining momentum. He ran his hand down your side that the camera was covered on and you couldn't help the small gasp that left your lips or the involuntary shiver that ran down your spine at his touch.

What you didn't expect was his tongue to run across your lip. Maybe it was an accident. Was he really going to break that rule? Not that you'd mind, but It just didn't seem like Jensen.

Until you felt it again. This time you give him entrance, and he moans so lowly into your mouth that the camera's wouldn't be able to catch it. The sound is going directly to your core. Soaking your thin layer of panties.

With that his hips came down fully against yours. Grinding into you once. Something felt off, but you couldn't put your finger on it. His hips came down to yours again as his mouth made its way down your throat. This time you felt him.

Was he seriously fully erected right now?

He started picking up his pace. Almost rutting into you now. Little moans fall from his lips.

"Cut!! JENSEN!!" As soon as his name was called. He flew out of the bed. His back to you and his hands in his hair. God his back was sexy, but you could tell there was something wrong.

"Richard I need a few minutes!!" He called over his shoulder not turning around. Jared and Misha burst into a hysterical fit of laughter as Jensen through his robe over his shoulders and almost ran off the set.

"Okay everybody take 30." Richard said. Grabbing your robe you threw it over your shoulders before Jared and Misha made their way over to where you were standing. Jared was laughing so hard he could hardly breath.

"It's not funny Jared. I think something is wrong with Jensen." You tell him as soon as he gets an ear shot. He couldn't respond only doubling over in laughter.

"Oh yea there's something wrong with him alright." Misha said wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "It's hard to do a sex scene when your horny as fuck."

With that Jared fell down on the ground on his back rolling. You resisted the urge to hit Misha in the face.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You asked. You weren't about to tell them what you felt, or what Jensen was doing right before the director called cut, because that wasn't Jensen you knew it. They'd done something to him.

"I mean Jared here slipped him liquid Viagra in his coffee this morning in the makeup trailer. He's not quite thinking with his upstairs brain at the moment."

Running your hands over your face as Jared got to his feel heaving with laughter, trying to catch his breath.

"Looks like he ran off to his trailer to try and get ahold of Danneel." Misha said doubling over in his own fit of laughter. Jared on the other hand froze. Not laughing anymore.

"Oh fuck I forgot." He said, Looking between the two of you.

"Forgot what?" You said. Fighting the urge to go find a step ladder so that you could slap him in the face without having to jump.

"You guys got to promise not to tell this to anybody, but him and Danni are getting a divorce."

Misha, no longer laughing, turned and faced Jared. "So you mean he's got no one to help him out there, and he's going to basically be stuck with a minimum four hour erection. Jared that's not funny."

"I fucking forgot okay, I knew he had a crush on y/n, he was nervous about the scene today, I just wanted to fuck with him. I didn't think that far ahead. He should be able to just beat it off he'll be fine."

You stood there in stunned silence. "He's got a crush on me?" You said. Looking between the two men.

They both stopped and looked at you. Jared visibly kicked himself for this prank that had gone very wrong, very quickly.

"Jared you got to go tell him what you did! He's probably freaking the fuck out right now" You tell him. Jared nodes at you, and runs off toward Jensen's trailer. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He felt horrible, but it was too late to take it back now.

You stood there for a moment weighing your options.

Finally you made up your mind.

"Misha go tell Richard we're going to need a lot longer than 30, and that he should go ahead and just do yours and Jared's coverage, me and Jensen can resume after lunch." You said, stalking your way toward Jensen's trailer.

Misha watched you go. He couldn't help the smirk that spread across his face as realization hit him of where you were going, and just what you had planned to do.

Maybe this prank hadn't gone so wrong after all.

Jensen's POV:

"YOU FUCKING What?!?!" To say that Jensen was livid was an understatement. "What the fuck am I going to do now Jared?!" Pacing back and forth across the trailer. He was frustrated, hornier than he'd ever been in his life, and annoyed beyond belief because of the combination of the two. He was also on the verge of panic. He'd never taken anything like this before, so he had no idea how it was going to react to him, he was only about an hour and a half into its effects.

"Jensen I'm so fucking sorry, I wasn't thinking about you not having anyone.... to.... you know..." Jensen narrowed his eyes at him in a death glare. Jared threw his arms up, and backed up a few steps.

"Well guess who gets to explain to Richard why I can't do this scene today?" Jensen says, voice filled with humorless venom.

Jared looked at the ground, and nodded before looking back up at Jensen who's face and neck was slightly red in the tent. Palming himself through his robes subconsciously. Not looking at Jared at all anymore. Just leaning against the wall with his eyes shut next to the bedroom of the trailer.

"Maybe I should take you to the hospital?" Jared asked sheepishly. Jensen through his hand up to shut him up. It was getting harder to concentrate.

"Jared I'm not going to the hospital for this, you've lost your fucking mind."

"Well if you can't get your... self... under control there you may have to."

"Jared get the fuck out."

"But.."

Jensen said nothing just pointed to the front door. Jared nodded and walked out the door. Jensen flopped down on the small couch where he kept his pillow for napping during takes.

Grabbing a bottle of lotion from the table that y/n had left in there when she was there yesterday running lines with him. The thought of her made him ache even more. His mind is unable to focus on anything but her, and what she'd feel like wrapped around him.

Groaning and running his hand down his face, he pulled his robe open, and freed himself from his boxers. Putting a generous amount of lotion in his hand, then began to stroke his aching length. Getting desperate to find some relief.

He'd only pumped himself about twice when there was another knock on his door. Fuck this was literally going to kill, or Jared, he wasn't sure yet.

Your POV:

Reaching Jensen's trailer you still your nerves, reach up and knock on the door.... Nothing. Clif's SUV was still in the parking lot, so you knew he was still here. Just not answering the door.

Reaching up you knock again a little louder.

"Go away Jared!!" Finally came the muffled response through the trailer door.

Taking a deep breath, and thanking God that he hadn't had some massive reaction, or had a heart attack from the medication you steel your nerves. 'You can do this.'

"Jensen let me in please." You yell back through the door. Silence for a moment, Just as you were about to pick the lock you heard his voice a little closer to the door.

"Y/n go away, you don't want to see me right now."

"Jensen please! I know what Jared did to you! Misha is talking to Richard right now! Let me in!"

Silence.

"Don't make me pick the lock Jensen."

More silence.

Just as you were about to pull the hairpin out of your pock to pick the lock on his trailer door, playing a hunter on TV had taught you how to pick a lock pretty well, you heard the latch unlock on the trailer.

Opening the door yourself you see Jensen leaning against the bar that separated the living room from the kitchen section of the trailer.

His face and neck were red, he had a light sheen of sweat still on his face. His breathing was a little heavier than normal. You could only see him from the chest down, seeing as he was standing behind the bar.

"Are they going to cancel the scene for the rest of the day?" He asked. His voice is rough and low. The sound alone sends shock waves through your body. Landing somewhere in your core.

"Yeah, we're off the hook until lunchtime." You tell him reaching over and locking the door behind you. His eyes following your every movement. "Jared and Misha are going to go ahead and shoot their coverage, that should give us about three hours for you to recover."

You start to undo your robe and slip it from your shoulders as you are talking. Your eyes never leave Jensen. He reaches down, obviously palming himself behind the counter. "Y/n... You don't have to do this....."

Deliberately walking around the counter to him. His robe open, His chest showing bare for you to see. His black boxers barely cover his swollen length. Walking up to him you run your hand down his chest. A shiver visibly runs through him, and he leans himself into your touch.

"Let me help you Jay, Jared already told Misha and myself that you don't have anyone that can help you. You don't want to end up in the hospital."

Leaning his head down on your shoulder for a moment. Taking a deep breath before wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Y/n I don't want you to do this because you feel sorry for me." He said, not looking at you, just pulling you closer to him. Your chest now against his. His breathing is getting deeper.

"Jensen I would do this regardless if Jared drugged your ass or not. Have you seen you lately?" You say jokingly. Trying to make light of his situation.

Grabbing his hand you pull him toward the open door of the bedroom of his trailer. He follows you silently without a fuss. Pulling the bedroom door shut behind the two of you.

You lay down on the bed and back yourself up against the headboard with Jensen hot on your heels. His eyes lust blown. Deciding it was no use to fight it. If he didn't do something to get himself off he was going to lose his fucking mind.

Crashing his lips into your his kissed you deep, fully of passion and need. His tongue sliding easily into your lips. Expertly gliding over your own. A moan rose low in your throat, and that spurred him on.

Making his way down your jaw line, to your pulse points on your neck, nipping and marking the skin there as he went.

Reaching around behind you, you arched your back so that he could quickly unlatch your bra. Jerking it away and throwing it across the small room. Taking a moment to look down over you exposed chest. Gently running his fingers between your cleavage as he admired you. Outside your breast. From one to the other before leaning down and gently sucking on each nipple. Making them stand on end for him. Your body arching into his, sucking in a deep breath.

He hissed as your body pressed against him. Ripping your panties off, and throwing them across the room with your bra before removing his boxer. He quickly lined himself up with you. Slipping just the tip inside your already dripping core.

"You sure baby? I don't want to do this if you don't want to. I'll just go to the ER if it gets worse."

Putting your lips to his to silence his worrying, you run your fingers through his short hair as your mouth moves smoothly with his.

Deliberately he slides himself fully into you with one swift thrust. Both of you groaning as he fills and stretches you in a way no man has ever. Visibly shaking as he holds himself still, giving you a moment to adjust to him. Kissing you deeply before pulling himself almost all the way out, and sliding back in.

The sensation of his manhood dragging along the inside of your walls was almost enough to send you over the edge right there. You dig your nails into his shoulders and arching your back into him as he finds a steady rhythm. Both of you are touching and feeling all of each other that you could reach. He kept his body pressed close to yours. His hips hitting your clit just right every time he slid himself home.

Over and over again he repeated his steady rhythm, not faulting once. Building you higher and higher. The coil winding tighter and tighter in your belly.

"Jensen.. Fuck.... I'm close..." With that you were thrown over the edge walls tightening around his pulsing length. Grunting loudly he worked you at a steady pace through your high. Picking up the pace casing his own.

Slamming his hips into you faster until he was pounding into you at a punishing pace. Then starting to falter his body jerked above you and inside of you as he spilled seed deep inside of you. Moaning loudly into your shoulder. Slowly trusting himself into you as he road out his own high. Finally stilling inside of you.

Rolling you both over to your sides before pulling out of you. Kissing you a lot calmer now. Sweeter. Taking his time exploring your mouth, you hands tracing the outline of the curves in your body that you honestly hated. He treated it like it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

You don't know how long the two of you laid there. Just holding each other as your hearts went back to a normal pace.

"How are you feeling now?" You asked him quietly as he ran his fingers through your hair. Peppering you with little kisses.

He shrugged.

"Don't know, ask me again in about 15 minutes. They say that shit he gave me last up to four hours. I still have almost three hours to go...."

"Well.... we're just going to stay here and take care of you until you feel better. Good practice for the scene today..."

Giggle a little with you he pressed his forehead to yours. Taking a deep breath.

"Y/n... I'm a pretty fuck up person. I'm not walking out of that marriage completely fine, but if you will have me, I really don't want this to be just a fling because Jared is a jackass."

You felt your heart flutter in your chest. You couldn't help the stupid smile that spread across your face as you brushed your lips over his soft pink ones.

"I think I can handle whatever you have to dish out Ackles."

"Well in that case remind me to thank Jared for being a fucking asshole and drugging my ass." He said with a laugh. You could feel his body already responding to you as he quickly began to harden again.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to send him a fucking thank you card."

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waywardnerd67 · 2 years

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SPN Valentine’s Day One Shots Masterlist

The Nerd Gets the Girl – Sam Winchester x Reader Trope: College AU Summary: For most of his freshman year at Stanford Sam kept to himself and his studies. Unbeknownst to him, he catches the attention of the one person on campus he never expected too. Word Count: 707

After All This Time – Jared Padalecki x Reader Trope: Slow Burn Summary: She was always his best friend until one fateful night everything changes in a split second. Word Count:

Foxhole – Dean Winchester x Reader x Castiel Trope: Friends to Lovers Summary: In the land of monsters and death is where their bond and love grew strongest. Word Count:

Halo & Horns – Castiel x Reader Trope: Enemies to Lovers Summary: Sometimes in order to stay alive you must team up with your enemy and sometimes that takes you down an unexpected path. Word Count:

The Strand that Binds Them – Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester Trope: Soulmate AU Summary: One night, Sam and Dean have the same intense dream that leads them to the one who will bind them together. Word Count:

No Tell Motel - J2M x Reader Trope: Only One Bed Summary: Another convention weekend comes to an end and (Y/N) along with her co-stars are forced to take shelter during a blizzard. It would be a night they would never forget. Word Count:

Stormy Night – Jensen Ackles x Reader x Jared Padalecki Trope: Sharing A Bed Summary: After being dumped the night before Valentine’s Day, (Y/N)’s two best friends help her drown her sorrows. Word Count:

Feathered Kisses - TFW x Angel!Reader Trope: First Kiss Summary: During a drunk night out, (Y/N) reveals her deepest secret and the guys simply cannot stand for her to go another night without doing something about it. Word Count:

Partners - Misha Collins x Reader Trope: High School AU Summary: Of all the people (Y/N) could be partnered with it had to be the one she was harboring feelings for. Word Count:

Paper Thin - Jensen Ackles x Reader Trope: Roommate Summary: Years of burying her feelings for her roommate come out after hearing him with another woman. Word Count:

I Can’t Choose - Jensen Ackles x Reader x Misha Collins Trope: Mutual Pining Summary: She fell in love with him when they were young and carefree. She fell in love with the other after endless nights of heart wrenching conversations. Now she must choose who she wants to be with or does she? Word Count:

Fake Snuggles - Dean Winchester x Reader Trope: Fake Relationship Summary: Going to her 20 year high school reunion, (Y/N) asks Dean to pretend to be her boyfriend and come with her. As the night goes on, real feelings are uncovered and one bully is put in their place. Word Count:

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writethelifeyouwant · 3 years

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Not Done Yet

Pairing: J2 / Jensen x Alex Calvert

Rating: 18+

Tags: dom!Jensen, sub!Jared, bondage, dirty talk

W/C: 1007

A/N: Written for the fabulous @negans-lucille-tblr and her celebration of reach 6K on Tumblr! You go girl! Un-beta’d because I was determined to make the deadline and I was only two minutes late!!

Prompt: I want to break my baby - hold her down. The prompt was my inspiration but it’s not literally in the fic itself…. Hope that’s not cheating.

Dividers: @firefly-in-darkness

Alex was pacing, behind the corner and out of sight of the camera crew. His takes had been shaky all morning because of fucking Jensen and Jared messing with him the whole time. Anytime the camera was on Alex they were pulling faces, making kissy noises and miming sex acts; he could have sworn he saw Jensen actually grope Jared’s crotch, not just pretend to - freaks. Kim had finally sent the boys off set with a stern look so they could finish the rest of Jack’s scene, preferably some time that day. Jared and Jensen had been gone a couple hours now and Alex was exhausted but they were nearly finished - one more take maybe, I can do this.

A hand on his shoulder made Alex jump, and he spun around only to have his back pressed against the wall with Jensen crowding in over him. He was still dressed as Dean, in his fed suit from earlier, but missing his tie. A single finger pressed over his lips, which were looking more pink than usual, a little more raw and Alex, intrigued, stayed silent, and let Jensen usher him off the soundstage and out a side door towards their trailers.

2 hours earlier

“I can’t believe you got us kicked out again,” Jared laughed as they fell into Jensen’s trailer.

“I can’t believe it took them that long to kick us out,” Jensen huffed, shoulders shaking lightly.

“Want a beer?” Jared was bent over to reach into Jensen’s mini fridge, rooting around for a drink.

“Uh, no,” Jensen considered Jared’s position with a growing smirk, and pressed himself up behind the round ass that was being very nicely showcased by Jared’s suit trousers. “And I think you should maybe skip the beer. Keep your mouth free for something else?”

Jared immediately straightened up and turned in Jensen’s arms, letting Jensen grab his chin and focus his eyes on his lips. “What do you say, Jay?”

Jared licked his lips, a movement that didn’t go unnoticed by the slightly shorter man staring at his mouth. “Yes, sir.” Jensen smiled triumphantly.

“Why don’t you give me that tie, and then go strip and wait on the bed?”

Jared tugged at the knot around his neck, sliding the silk through his fingers and curling it up in his fist. With a hard kiss, he pressed the crumpled material into Jensen’s hand and pulled back, the teasing glint in his eyes flashing out of sight as he turned to follow his instructions. Jensen watched Jared’s ass for a minute as he walked out of sight, then proceeded to undo his own tie and follow his boy into the trailer’s bedroom.

He found Jared naked, kneeling on the foot of the bed and waiting patiently. Smiling, Jensen unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt and shucked his jacket to the floor.

“What am I gonna do with you, baby?” Jensen mused, and Jared’s eyes flicked up to meet his.

“Who says you get to decide, sir?”

Jensen lunged for Jared and pulled his hair back, making him cry out and exposing his throat. “Gonna be a brat today, huh?” Jensen growled and nipped at the base of his throat. Jared just grinned, refusing to answer, and Jensen pushed him onto his back and crawled over him. “Am I gonna have to hold you down? Break you in a bit more?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

Alex followed Jensen into his trailer when he threw open the thin metal door, its crash making his nerves jump a little. Jensen had been silent the whole of their quick walk over and now he was motioning for Alex to take a seat on his couch and handing him a beer and he still hadn’t spoken a word.

“What’s going on?” Alex couldn’t hold his curiosity in any longer. Jensen grinned over his beer and took a swig, his lips curling over the rim of the bottle in a way that Alex couldn’t keep his eyes off of.

“How’d the rest of the scene go?” Jensen asked casually.

“I uh - didn’t exactly finish before you kidnapped me.”

“Ooh-” the older man let out a sympathetic hiss but the insincerity rang through the gesture. “They’re gonna have your ass for that one.”

“And I bet you’re not gonna offer to take the fall for me?” Alex took a drink of his own beer and settled back into the couch, trying to put himself at ease despite the odd edge he felt coming from Jensen.

“Not a chance, kid,” Jensen laughed. “In fact, I might just give them a hand with your discipline. I’ve been told I’m pretty good at it.” Green eyes gleamed at him, nestled in soft crinkles behind narrowed lids and ungodly thick lashes.

“Oh?” Alex’s eyebrows shot up, not sure what to make of that comment. “Is that because you’ve been on the receiving end so much?”

“Well… Jared has, and I’m always close by.”

Alex’s eyes creased in suspicion. Every time Jensen spoke he sounded more and more sinister, almost dangerous. What was happening right now?

“Okay… why are you telling me this?”

Jensen recognised the confusion in the young actor’s face and took a pinch of mercy on him, the last he was likely to receive that night.

“Go look in the next room, I’ve got something I want to show you.”

Alex got up nervously, brushing sweaty palms off on his jeans, and made his way towards the bedroom at the back of the trailer where he found Jared passed out, wrists bound to ankles with Sam and Dean’s ties, and cum drying on his belly.

“What the f-” Alex’s curse was muffled by Jensen’s hand clamping over his mouth and when he was pulled back against his broad chest he felt the unmistakable bulge of Jensen’s dick press against his ass.

“Thing is,” Jensen whispered in Alex’s ear, his fingers dropping to curl around the boy’s throat instead. “I broke my toy, but I’m not done playing yet.”

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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years

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Apple Pie Life

Summary - Sam and Dean gets zapped into our universe again but this time it reminds them of the life they never had. (I am so bad at summaries)

Pairing - Sam x Dean (platonic)

Warning - Angst, Fluff, Swearing

Requested by Anon - Hi! Ok so your probably not taking any like prompts and maybe this is already written but like I read this on Pinterest: So dean and Sam going back to Jensen and Jared’s world again but this time they meet the kids. Imagine thomas running to Sam and calling him daddy because he thinks it’s Jared. Dean meeting jj and holds her while she smiles at him.And them just silently crying for a life they never had. That’s was the prompt and I need it.

A/N - My first request fic. Hope you like this Anon! Happy reading!

"Dude! Where the hell are we?" Dean asked while looking around room which was beautiful but a little too exquisite for his taste.

"Dean? That's-look at this", Sam pointed at a picture which was placed on top of the fire place.

"What?" Dean said with a frown on his face and looked at the picture Sam was pointing at. It was a wedding photograph of him and-

"Is that...Sister Jo? What the hell?" Dean asked his eyes widening at thought that 'he' married Jo.

"I-I guess so", Sam said.

The Winchesters were interrupted when suddenly two tiny bodies crashed into Dean. The sudden impact made Dean fall ungraciously on his ass and before he could understand what was happening, the tiny bodies started to pile up on his body and started showering him with kisses and hugs.

Sam looked with an amused and confused expression on his face at his brother who was trying to dodge the attacks made by the kids but froze when he felt a small pair of arms wrapped around his leg.

"Daddy?" Sam looked down to see a little boy of almost eight staring up at him with brown eyes. "D-daddy?" Sam's breathing hitched when he realised the little boy was his literal reflection. Sam bend down to get himself to the same height as the boy.

"Hey kiddo", Sam smiled at the boy. The kids had climbed down from Dean's body and now stood in front the hunters. Sam stifled a laugh when he saw his brother who was lying on the ground catching his breath.

"Daddy! Come on", a little blonde girl tugged at Dean's flannel.

"Where are you taking us?" Sam asked the girl.

"Daddy! You promised us that you will take us to the icecream. Unca Jensen! You promised JJ", the boy whined.

"Daddy! Zeppy, Arrow and Odette are with Mommy and Aunt Mama. We want icecream", the girl, JJ pouted at the hunters.

"Okay okay. We will take you for the icecream. But can you give D-daddy and uh..Uncle...some time?" Dean asked JJ.

"Okay", the kids groaned and left the room.

"Hey! Stay inside the house! All of you", Sam called out behind the kids.

"Dude, what the hell?" Dean asked.

"I don't know", Sam frowned.

"No seriously! What the hell?" Dean started to pace around the room.

"Come on", Sam grabbed Dean's attention, "we need to find a laptop".

The hunters started checking every room for a laptop.

"Ahah!" Sam exclaimed when he saw one in a room which appeared to be an office room.

Sam opened the laptop and it was not password protected and he started typing on it.

"So get this. You are Jensen Ackles, I'm Jared Padalecki"-

"Wait a minute! Didn't we come here to this universe when Balthazar zapped us?" Dean tilted his head in confusion, "but there were no kids that time".

"I think this is the same universe but the actors now have kids. So you or the actor who looks like you has three kids, JJ, Zeppelin and Arrow. And me or Jared also has...three kids. Tom, Shep and Odette", Sam said.

"Why would the witch send us to this weird universe?" Dean asked flailing his hands around him to point at his surroundings.

"I don't know, Dean! The witch said something with 'et quae aliquando viderat' which means", Sam started typing again, "everything you dreamed of".

"Son of a bitch! I hate witches", Dean groaned, "what are we supposed to do now? Take the kids to the icecream and pretend that everything's fucking awesome?" Dean asked.

"Yeah I guess. I mean we promised them after all....you know what, you go with them. I will be here and try to figure out how to get back", Sam said receiving a nod from his brother.

"Great! So I'm stuck with three hyperactive munchkins", Dean groaned but went out of the room in search of the kids.

"Hey kiddos! Who wants icecream?" Dean yelled out and immediately he heard the pitter patters of small feet.

"Daddy will not go with us?" The boy who was called Shep asked.

"Shep,D-Daddy's got some work", Dean patted the boy's head but he saw the boy's lips start to quiver.

"Hey, hey! Daddy will make up to you", Dean started to soothe the boy.

"But Daddy promised!" The boy yelled. Dean felt like a fish out of water. He didn't know how to handle the situation.

"How about we cancel the icecream plan and watch a movie at home instead. Uncle..J-Jared can join in too", Dean tried to reason with the kids.

"Okay", the kids groaned but eventually agreed and Shep finally cheered up.

"Can I watch 'punzel?" JJ asked.

"'Punzel?" Dean cocked his head at JJ.

"No you can't! We watch Coco", Tom argued.

Dean and the three kids settled down into a couch. He started the movie and wrapped his arms around the kids out of his natural instinct, pulling them closer towards him.

Halfway through the movie, Sam walked into the room but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the scene in front of him. His brother was watching some stupid animation movie with kids but there was a smile of content playing on his lips. That's what they always wanted right? A family, a normal life. Sam felt his eyes become moist.

"Dea-Jensen?" Sam cleared his throat.

"Daddy! Come join us!" Tom called out from the couch.

"I will buddy. Jensen, c-can I talk to you for a second?" Dean nodded at Sam and pointed at the little girl who was holding him in a iron grip.

"I'll be back in a minute. Let me go talk to Uncle Jared, okay sweetheart?" Dean kissed the forehead of the girl and went to talk to Sam.

"What's up? Dude, you gotta check this movie out. I get why the kids love the movie so much". Dean chuckled at the thought of liking an animated movie.

"We can go back to our universe by doing a spell reversal", Sam said coming straight to the point.

"Oh", Dean said and looked back into the room.

"Dean?" Sam asked, "we need to go back so that Jared and Jensen can come back here. It's their life not ours".

"Uh-yeah. Yeah I know. Just give me five minutes", Dean said and walked back into the room.

"Hey JJ? Can you give me a hug?" Dean's voiced cracked a bit.

"Of course Daddy!" JJ said and wrapped her tiny hands around Dean, "Why you sad daddy?"

"Daddy's not sad sweetheart. He j-just really happy that he got to see you", Dean whispered to JJ.

"Why is Unca Jensen sad?" Shep asked and crawled onto Sam's lap when he walked over and took a seat on the couch beside them.

"He is not sad, kiddo. He is-" Sam stole a glance at his brother. They didn't even know the kids very well but it all felt so normal, like they had known this kids from their birth - like they were their own. He had noticed how shocked Dean was when JJ had called him Dad but his eyes had lit up like a kid on a Christmas morning. He looked at the little boy on his lap.

"Sammy", Sam was broken from his trance when he heard Dean calling his name.

"Hey kiddos. We'll be back in a few minutes, okay? Me and Uncle...Jared need to take care of something", Dean spoke softly to the kids.

"Daddy, can you we watch another movie after this?" JJ inquired.

"Yes, yes you can baby girl", Dean smiled at her and gave her one last hug.

"Your dad will be back", Dean got up and motioned his brother to follow him. Sam pulled the kids into a tight hug. He could feel his eyes started to water. He let go of the kids saying a silent goodbye to them and followed his brother out of the room.

"Do the spell. Let's get this over with", Dean sniffled.

Sam eyed his brother and started reading the spell aloud. Within minute they found themselves back in the safe place of the bunker.

"It worked", Dean said as if he didn't want the spell to work.

"Yeah, yeah it did. Dean, what happened"-

"Let's forget about it. The kids got back their own dads, I don't want to hear about this anymore. We have more important thing in our hands now. Chuck", Dean kept quiet for a moment.

"Sammy, I know what you're thinking but trust me when I say the apple pie life is not in our cards. This life, we can't escape it. We both tried brother but it always comes back and bites us in the ass", Dean said and went off to the kitchen to get himself a drink.

Sam scoffed at Dean's words. They needed to save the world, again. Why was it always upon them to save the goddamn world? Why couldn't they have what those two actors had? Why did they have to experience that just because a witch had zapped them to that universe? Why couldn't they just be happy for once?

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berkblockman · 5 years

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The Fiancée Mistake // Dean Winchester x reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader, Jensen Ackles x reader (implied) Word count: 2050 Warnings: Lenguage Summary: After being sent to an alternate reality where your life is part of a TV show, you find yourself descovering things about this alternative universe that will make an impact on your life. Tags: @akshi8278 (a/n): This one shot is based on the episode ‘The French Mistake’.

You had seen many weird things in your life, some stuff that other people couldn’t begin to imagine. But you could not believe your own eyes when, after crossing that window, you saw yourself standing in front of a whole set. Apparently, Balthazar had sent you and the Winchesters to another dimension, one where there was no supernatural beings and your life was just a TV show.

Everything was so confusing there… And the more you tried to understand things the more lost you felt. As soon as you were able to escape set, you did some research on how to get home, but you couldn’t find any spell able to do that, nor any real spell for the matter. Moving on, you decided to search your name and the show online. You were surprised to see that you weren’t even on the main cast of the show, you were just a secondary character that appeared every once in a while to help the Winchesters.

It felt strange to read your biography on a fan’s blog at the internet, and seeing that complete strangers knew everything about your life was shocking. But the real surprise came when you looked up online the name of the actress who played you on the show. Well, you were supposed to be her, you thought, you should know at least some basic facts about ‘yourself’.

As soon as you googled your actress’s name, some news appeared in the screen of your laptop. You frowned as you read the headline aloud. You from this reality had just gotten engaged with some guy named Jensen Ackles. You clicked on the “read more” button, and you frowned when you saw a picture of the so-called Jensen. He was the actor who played Dean and, according to what you were reading, you had been dating since you met on the set of the show during season 3, where your character first appeared in the show.

You closed your laptop in disgust. You and Dean had never been really close to each other. Sometimes, you could barely stand him as you found his behavior way too childish, which usually lead to the both of you arguing. Not that you hated him or anything, you just seemed to be incompatible. You feel like you wouldn’t even hang out with him if it wasn’t for the hunting and your mutual interest of preventing the world to end.

It would have made a lot more sense if you were engaged to Sam. You didn’t even think of him in a romantic way, but you really had more things in common with him than you would ever have with Dean. Anyway, from what you could see online, Sam’s actor was already married to a woman called Genevieve Cortese, who was the one playing Ruby 2 on the show. Was everyone’s love lives here limited to their place of work?

You were called on set again and you rushed out of your trailer to meet Sam and Dean, who were on set, doing some terrible acting to try and get the crew to leave them alone. After the eleventh take of the same scene, the desperate director allowed them to have a 5-minute break. They immediately run to you.

“Have you found a way to get back home?” Sam asked you as soon as he stood by your side.

“There’s nothing out there. I couldn’t find a single spell that would actually work.” You explained. “But I’ve search about the show online. Your names in this universe are Jensen Ackles and Jared Padakleski.”

“It’s Padalecki.” Sam corrected you.

“So, there’s nothing we can do to get out of here?” Dean asked you in desperation.

“Not that I know.” You shrugged.

“There must be a way to get out of here.” Sam said. “We just need to keep searching.”

“And what do we do in the meantime?” Dean asked again.

“I think we should act normal, pretend we’re actors. At least until we find our way out of here.” Sam tried to make the smart choice. “Have you found any other information about this world that could be useful?”

“Yes. You’re married to Ruby 2.” You informed Sam, who gave you a confused look. “To the actress who played her. Her name was Genevieve something… And Jensen is engaged…” Certain Winchester didn’t let you finish.

“Cool, is fake me marrying a Hollywood star?” The smile on Dean’s face grew bigger as he imagined the whole thing up.

“Jensen is engaged to me.” You finally stated as Dean looked at you, frowning. “I don’t like it any more than you do, but I don’t make the rules here.”

“You just have to pretend to be a couple until we get out of here. It can’t be that hard.” The youngest Winchester said.

You spent the rest of the day on set trying to stay unnoticed and waiting desperately for the time to get home. You had to stand people walking to where you and ‘Jensen’ were and congratulating the two of you for ‘taking the big step’. Trying not to be rude, you thanked those people and acted like if you were in love with Dean, Jensen or whatever his name in this universe was.

Finally, the time of getting out of there arrived, and as quickly as you could, you ran to the parking lot and tried to discover which one was your car. As it turned out, you actually had a personal chauffeur that drove you around. You and Dean got in the car.

“Where to, lovebirds?” He asked looking at you through the rearview mirror.

“Just take us home.” Dean tried to act normal.

You stayed silent all the way until you finally reached your destination. Surprised at the big place you seemed to own, you thanked Cliff the chauffeur and got inside the house. It seemed even bigger on the inside.

“Do we already live together?” You questioned as you looked around, trying to get familiarized with the place since you didn’t know how many time you were going to stay there. “Isn’t it too soon?”

“The thing that freaks you out the most about this universe is that we live together?” Dean laughed at you. “I mean, we’re engaged. Of course we live together.”

“It just… Seems too early, how long have we known each other in this universe? 2 years?” You sighed. “As I see it, we’re rushing things up.”

“Are you fake dumping me, fake fiancée?” He laughed at your words.

“What? No!” You quickly said. “I just- This universe confuses me.”

“Don’t worry, I get that things here can be confusing.” He tried to calm you down. “But it’s going to be okay, we’ll find our way out of here.”

“I hope so.” You sat on the couch, hiding your head in between your hands.

“It’s fine. I’ll keep being your fake fiancée.” Dean sat by your side. “But you have to promise me that you won’t fall in love with me.”

“Idiot.” You laughed and punched him playfully.

The days went by as you tried to find your way back home. Magic seemed to be the only way to get back, but there wasn’t any magic in that world, which meant that the three of you were stuck in that universe until Castiel and Balthazar decided to come back for you. So, in the meantime you would just walk around set all day with Dean, trying to look like a couple so no one would question you. They had more than enough with your suddenly horrible acting.

What you didn’t know was that Raphael was sending one of his angels, Virgil, to get the key that you had to keep. And it totally caught you off guard when you found him in the middle of the set. Dean and you tried to fight him off, but when some stunts came to separate you, you couldn’t prevent Virgil to steal the key from you and run away. The one thing you had to do, guard the key, and you had failed.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Dean assured you, but you couldn’t help but feel like a failure. “We’re going to get the key back, and we’re going to get back home.”

The Winchesters and you began to focus on how to track Virgil down, but it wasn’t until Castiel’s actor, Misha, was murdered that you had news from him. You rushed to the place of the crime and talked to a homeless man that was around during the whole thing. He told you how Virgil had contacted Raphael and that he was going to bring him back the next day. That was your way out of there, you just had to stop him before he went back to your universe.

You were nervous as you walked around set. If everything turned out okay, it would be the last time that you would be in that place. But for some reason that didn’t seem as great as you thought it would be. You had gotten used to that place, in some sort of way. If you stayed there, you were going to need a new job since acting was not your thing, but the thought of staying there with Dean didn’t seem that awful for some reason. Still immersed in your thoughts, you overheard Dean’s voice as he talked to Sam.

“We wouldn’t be that broken up if we didn’t come back.” The older Winchester said.

“What?” Sam asked, trying to understand his brother’s words. “Don’t be stupid.”

“Well, I was just saying. No hell below us, above us only sky.”

“Dean, our friends are back there.” Sam looked at his brother.

“Yeah, but our live is not that bad here.” Dean tried to convince his brother. “You’re married to fake Ruby, I’m with Y/N. It wouldn’t be that awful if we stayed here. Back home the hits have been coming since you were 6 months old.”

From where you were standing, you tried to decode what Dean’s words actually meant. Was he feeling the same way about you? As Sam and Dean finished their conversation, you walked in the room, pretending you hadn’t heard anything.

It didn’t take long for Virgil to appear and for you to get into a fight with him. Luckily for you, he didn’t have his powers in this dimension, which made it easy for you to beat him, steal the key and finally get through the portal.

Getting back home, you found out that Balthazar and Castiel were only using you as a distraction for Raphael so they could actually get heaven’s weapons on their own. After confronting the archangel, Castiel sent you back to Bobby’s.

It felt weird to be finally back. One part of you was happy to be back in your own reality, but the other part of you would have wanted to stay on the other universe. You went to Dean as you watched him pour himself a glass of whiskey.

“Hey.” You greeted him and sat by his side. He greeted you back. “Can I have one of those?”

“Sure.” He poured you another glass and handed it to you.

“I just wanted to say that, back there at the other reality, you weren’t the worst fiancée ever.” He laughed at your words as you took a sip of whiskey.

“You were not that bad yourself.” His green eyes were on you as he placed his glass on his lips. You stayed silent for a few seconds.

“I overheard your conversation with Sam earlier, you saying that it wouldn’t have been that bad if we had stayed in the alternative universe.” You confessed. “I wouldn’t have disliked it either.”

Dean couldn’t help but smile as he heard what you were saying. He looked at you in the eye as he got closer to you, leaning in to kiss you. You kissed him back as soon as you felt his lips on top of yours, feeling as nervous as you thought you would ever be in a situation like this one.

“I told you not to fall in love with me.” Dean smirked as he pulled away.

“Shut up, idiot.” You hushed him as you kissed him once more.

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katymacsupernatural · 4 years

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The Proposal Chapter 2

Jensen Ackles x Reader

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The words had left your lips before you had fully made the decision. “Okay, I’ll do it,” you had promised, but as soon as you said it, you couldn’t help but fret at what you had gotten yourself into.

Jensen seemed shocked that you had agreed so readily, but Jim just looked pleased. Clapping his hands together, he sat back down at his desk. “This is going to be just great!” Jim exclaimed while Jensen continued to stare your way. “We’ll have to figure out the best way to slip the news, and Jensen, we’ll need to set up the proposal and ring and…,”

You sat there, in shock as Jensen and Jim talked about everything, never once asking you your opinion. Plans about the actual proposal, how it would get leaked to the media. Everything, down to what you would be wearing, but neither of them asked your opinion.

“If you’ll excuse me,” you muttered, clutching the check tight in your hand, standing up and leaving the room before they could stop you. Down the hallway you went, stepping outside into the cool Vancouver air. Forcing your feet to move, you left the offices, heading straight for the sets, your heart pounding.

Rounding the corner of the huge white building, you sank down on the bench halfway hidden in the shadows of a large tree. You slowly uncrumpled the check, smoothing it down until you could read the number once again. It was a huge chunk of change, more than you would make in six months.

Your hands shook as you stared down at the piece of paper. It was a lot of money, but then again, what they were asking you to do wasn’t simple. You were the type of girl who believed in true love. That wanted to find someone that made your heart flutter and your knees weak. And while Jensen was handsome, you weren’t sure that was going to happen. It was all just pretend, and you had no idea how it was going to interfere with your life.

“You okay?” Jared asked as he sat down next to you. His large frame took up the rest of the small bench, his knees almost up to his chest. You hadn’t really spoken to him, and it surprised you that he was there talking to you.

“I think so,” you whispered.

“Listen, I know what’s going on,” he continued, surprising you even more. But you shouldn’t have been. He was best friends with Jensen, and you were pretty sure the two knew everything about each other. “I wasn’t really for it at first, but I do think Jensen needs help. This could totally bite him in the ass, or maybe it will be exactly what he needs.”

“And what about me?” You asked. “I know I just agreed to this, but what if it comes back to bite me in the ass? After all, I’m just some small-time production assistant. If this goes up in smoke, where does that leave me?”

“We’ll figure that out if we come to it,” Jensen announced from his spot in the shadow. Pushing away from the tree, he came forward. “I know this is asking a lot, and I couldn’t thank you enough for it. Walk with me?”

You had no choice but to walk with the man who was going to become your fiancee. Fake fiancee. Standing up, you walked beside him, away from the sets, towards the trees in the corner. Away from prying eyes. “Not how you expected your Friday to go, right?”

“Not really,” You answered. “Why me?”

“We told you. You’re on the set, you’re…,”

You stopped walking. “No, why me in particular? There are other women on set and I…,”

“I picked you,” he answered truthfully. “When Jim came up with this nonsense idea, I knew it had to be someone I was...attracted to, or it wouldn’t work. So I picked the prettiest girl on set.”

You blushed slightly at his words. “What do we do now?”

He leaned against a tree, the movement casual yet calculated. “That’s what we need to talk about. But not here. How about over dinner. Tonight at 6? I’ll pick you up.”

“We can meet there,” you argued. Everything was happening so fast, you just wanted your own way to escape if needed.

“Fine. We’ll meet at Five Sails? I have a standing reservation there on Fridays,” Jensen insisted. “We’ll get everything figured out. And don’t worry, it will work out perfectly in the end.”

He stepped forward, his hand slightly up before he thought better of it and walked away, leaving you standing there. You had heard of the Five Sails restaurant. But never in your life would you have thought you’d be able to afford to eat there. It was fancy, and big time, and you had nothing to wear tonight.

“Everything okay sweetie?” A Scottish female voice asked. It was Ruth, an actress who always went out of her way to be nice. “You seem out of sorts.”

“Have you eaten at the Five Sails?” You asked her.

She nodded her fiery curls bouncing with the movement. “I have. It’s quite the place.”

You leaned in as if it was a secret. “I’m going there tonight. And I have no idea what to wear!”

“You came to the right witch,” Ruth chuckled, taking your hand, and pulling you along. “And they’ve cut filming short for today, so I will be more than happy to take you shopping!”

“But Ruth,” you tried arguing. “I can’t afford much. I was thinking…,”

“A second-hand store,” she finished for you. “Love the stores myself. You never know what beautiful vintage item you’ll find there. Just as beautiful as the new items at a fraction of the cost. Might I ask who you’re planning on knocking dead tonight?”

“Jensen,” you told her. “It’s just a business meeting, but I can’t go to the restaurant in my jeans.”

She stopped dead in her tracks. Turning to glance at you, one well-manicured eyebrow raised high. “Jensen? Sweetie, I need to know more. Tell me everything.”

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