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#Jensen's never been possessive of Misha a day in his life
orionsangel86 · 1 year
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God same about Jensen!
He clearly had some insight into Dean that came out intermittently I just thought it was Instincts he had because he'd internalised Dean so much but didn't actually understand what he was saying, stuck in ol' "oh haha Dean is a stupid repressed child who only likes guns" mindset
Turns out WE'RE the fools and Jensen's been playing us ALL
when do you think he took up plans to take over SPN himself? I honestly think it's when they decided to end SPN at S15 and talks about how they should end the story were going on and they had to send him to KRIPKE of all people
Yeah its wild. I would love for him (with Misha's help) to write a tell all book one day.
I feel like jackles has been a far better actor than we all gave him credit for. He has always been very switched on to fandom, he knew about the warring sides, the hate and the bullshit, and I reckon he was being told for years by his bosses to always keep all sides of fandom happy and to play his damn role at all times (ironically just like how Chuck ordered Dean to play his role - life imitates art too often in this fucking show its almost scary). Hence why he's insights into Dean often came across contradictory and odd. Sometimes he had beautiful accurate insights which make total sense, and other times (usually in j2 panels) he'd regress back to the "haha dean just likes guns and girls like a macho man should".
We will never truly know what went on behind the scenes following the moment j2m announced s15 was the end (unless jackles writes that book) so its hard to truly speculate when jackles decided to take things into his own hands, but I also believe it was around about the time they planned the finale and everyone was kissing jarpiss's asshole and jackles was left in the cold to stare down a shitty death scene he didnt agree with. Going to kripke was prob the final straw for him.
He was gaslit into thinking that ending was okay, and whenever he tried to question it he was told to sit down shut up and do what he was told, all the while watching his manchild tantrum throwing drama queen of a costar get his dick sucked by the entire production team for coughing a few times and puffing out his chest and singing the praises of a finale that pushed the spotlight firmly on him and his cop propaganda show.
So yeah, jackles was done dirty, and so he became That Bitch and started making plans. He had the production company set up only days after the finale aired, turned off his social media and refused to be involved in any spn finale celebratory CW PR (absolute King Shit)
I think he started making calls before they even finished filming. Dean wasnt even cold on the ground before The Winchesters had been dreamed up as a way to bring him back. Jackles rare few post finale SM posts all alluded to Dean returning again. He knew what he was doing.
At the same time he was ghosting the manchild, and planning to move his family to Colorado to get away from him. After SPN finally wrapped in mid 2020, him and Jarpiss went their separate ways. They barely spoke after that. Jackles was setting in motion all his plans to fix everything that he considered a personal afront to him (because he is absolutely deranged and literally possessed by the ghost of Dean Winchester) and those plans certainly involve fixing the ending somehow - in a way that isnt obvious no doubt, because he still has to be careful and at least pretend like he respects the ending and his egotistical douchebag of a costar (though he hasn't been doing a very good job of either tbh!)
Thats all my speculation anyway. Holding out for that tell all book jackles!
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farthngdr · 3 years
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I’mma tinhatting here for a moment, so if you have a weak stomach, please avert your eyes.
Concerning this post from Jensen on Aug. 7:
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(Adjusting my tinhat firmly to my scalp): Unless Jensen not only wishes Steve a happy birthday every year on social media, AND ALSO includes a photo of both of them together every year in said post, I submit, your honor, that the motivation for Jensen to post this specific image and message is partially in response to the livestream with Misha and Darius yesterday. 
Yes, I know, I’ve got a lotta nerve, because a birthday is a birthday, and to suggest any connection between Jensen’s post to his dear friend and Misha’s earlier livestream with his best childhood friend is preposterous tinhatting to the nth degree.
I’m just saying: If the public birthday wish and the PHOTO of them together are both a first, then I submit, your honor, that someone would like to remind someone that he too has his own close male friends other than you, buddy, thank you very much.
But that theory would only be justified, your honor, if JA has been proven in the past to have a jealous personality. 
So: Jealous, or not jealous? You be the judge.
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kickingitwithkirk · 3 years
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Deuxième Omega: Part II
Summary: Jensen is not dealing well with his unexpected divorce and before the ink is even dry, he is pushed into another union with a complete stranger.
Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Omega!OFC
Word Count: 2859
Warnings: A/B/O, angst, angry Jensen, cursing, illness, arranged marriage, divorces, talk of Alpha dominance over Omega, suspected eating disorder, past abuses, vehicle drama
A/N: Sorry this took so long to get this part out, my antique laptop decided to eat over 2,000 words and have had to piece back together from memory so hopefully it makes sense.
A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles family. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse. 
Part I
*Supernatural doesn’t end in season 15 and some dates/events have been altered to fit the story.
*no beta, all mistakes are mine
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The Next Day
Jensen waves his hand around again at that buzzing insect driving him crazy. He’s finally conscious enough to recognize the sound, it wasn’t a bug but his phone vibrating incessantly. Picking his head up and instantly regretting it starts patting around the bed for his phone.
“lo...”
“Are you still drunk?” A deep, honey-whiskey and way too damn loud for the morning voice barked at him.
“Jared?”
“No, fucking Misha.”
“Too early for your shit Jay...”
“Dude, it’s three-thirty in the afternoon.”
“WHAT!” Jensen yells sitting up too fast, the pain ricocheting throughout his head sends him flying off the bed, barely making it to the toilet before regurgitating everything he ingested last night. The toilet automatically flushes as he sits back against the bathtub groaning like a dying water buffalo.
“Really wish you'd hung up before sharing that,” Jared quips in a queasy voice, “I’m gonna regret this but Face Time me.”
Jensen cracked his eyes open enough to locate the button and tapping it Jared appears dressed in his running gear with a bandana holding his hair back. “No offense but you look like hammered shit. I was gonna call earlier but Gen threatened to have my left nut if I did.”
Jensen grunts and closes his eyes against the bright outdoor light emanating from the phone.
“Are you…” Jensen tunes him out for a minute then,“ ‘cause there’s something you need to know about, it’s really bad.”
He opens his eyes and it’s worse than he could have imagined going by the expression on Jared’s face.
“One of your clan sold you out, got it all on cellphone video, social media’s blowing up. Hell, even Fox News Channel picked it up.”
Jensen listens to the description of his expressions at the surprise traditional ceremony, his drunken stumbling around the reception with his new wife submissively following, his scoffing at the speeches during the reception and ignoring his silent, veil wife sitting next to him.
“My favorite bit was Alan and Josh carrying you out of the can.”
Jared's expression turned serious, “People are talking, we can't cover for you anymore. I got a text from higher ups cause no one could get hold of you for obvious reasons. PR’s gotta get ahead of this.”
“I’m a fuckup.”
“Yeah but we still love you. So, what's her name?”
Jensen licked his lips, biting the bottom one.
“Please tell me you know her name.”
“I..I don't even know what she looks like Jay.”
Jared ran his hand over his mouth, “The first thing you do is get up, take a shower and brush your goddamn teeth. Then you apologize, fucking supplicate yourself, to your new wife..unless you’ve already decided to put her aside.”
Jensen's head snapped up unbelieving that his friend, the man who was his brother in every way except blood, could think that of him.
“You really believe I could do that?”
Jared smiled, “No, you're too good of a man, an Alpha, to do that. I want you to remember one thing, in all this, she’s not the one who screwed you over.”
***
Jensen stepped out the shower forgoing shaving since the show was on a short break. He wiped the steam from the mirror and stared at this haggard expression and developing beer gut. I’ve got to get back on my exercise routine. Makeup and wardrobe could only mask so much.
Reaching for his bath kit he knocked a hand towel off the counter. Bending over to retrieve it he noticed a shoe with netting in the wastebasket. Pulling it out he saw a brown smear inside one of the heels, remembering how much trouble she had with them last night and made a mental note to inquire about her feet.
Washing his hands and searching through his kit realizing he’d forgotten his toothbrush. Opening on the cabinets he located the complementary ones. As he’s brushing Jensen sees another brush sitting in a glass by the other sink with a neatly folded hand towel and hanging washcloth.
Huh, she must have forgotten hers too.
Tossing his kit bag in the suitcase he dressed in a pair of well worn jeans and a T-shirt. Quietly entering the common area the curtains set open just enough for him to see her curled up on the couch, still in her wedding dress, asleep. He walked over to check on her when a knock at the door made her bolt upright.
“It's room service, I asked them to text so not to wake you.” He answered the door and had a brief word with the waiter who apologized, the ticket didn’t say not to knock. They deposited a coffee decanter, several covered dishes, bottles of water and left taking the cart with them.
Jensen sat down and before he could ask how she took her coffee, his wife scrambled off the couch and was kneeling at his feet, head bowed and hands folded in her lap.
“What are you doing?” He asked incredulously, having never seen anyone do this before.
“Awaiting you instructions Alpha.”
“Instruc...get up!” He gripped her upper arm, shocked at how far his fingers wrapped around it and helped her to the other chair. Sitting back down Jensen got his first look at his new wife.
Sleep tousled, dark blonde hair frame cheekbones overly prominent for the shape of her face, wide set eyes a blue-grey color with amber rings around the pupils. Her lips were full, the bottom lip slightly off center. She was not the Hollywood standard of beauty he was used to, and if compared to them, she’d only be considered moderately pretty.
“I was only doing what is expected…”
“Kneeling at my feet like an obedient dog!” He barked as she said, “..of the Omega.”
“What’s expected?”
“In the book..”
“Please look at me when speaking.” She raises her eyes but doesn’t meet his, “..it states that the Omega is subservient and the act of humbling ourselves shows respect for the Alpha, as is their due.’
Jensen sat back shocked, running both of his hands through his still damp hair, making it stand up to resemble a hedgehog. He was in over his head and, for one of the few times in his life, didn’t know what to do and the first person he would have turned to for advice had banned all communication.
He took a deep breath to refocus and leaned forward, resting his arms on his legs to look her in the eye, “I need you to forget what I said last night. I..I’m angry, feels like I..we..were ambushed by this situation. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, I’m sincerely sorry.”
“I don’t understand, are you apologizing to me?”
“It’s what people do when they’ve done something wrong and what I did was unforgivable. I want to make it up to you if you’ll let me and hopefully we can make a go of this.”
She looked at him dubiously but nodded once.
***
Jensen finished the last dregs of his coffee while packing, having decided to head back to Austin tonight. Clif had texted him he was ready whenever they were.
Sitting down on the bed he listened to the running shower and reaching his phone picked it up to start recording a video message.
He apologized for his atrocious behavior the last two years, asking the fans not to take it out on the show, this was all on him. To his coworkers for having to cover for him, they should have never been put in that position and if he had better character they wouldn’t have had too.
He next apologized to his family for his inexcusable behavior last night, which should have stayed private within their clan, and fully accepted his banishment by the clan leader, his father, for however long he deemed fit.
He lastly apologized to his new wife, they were irrecoverably tied together and he’d do whatever she demanded from him to make up for the horrendous treatment he’d shown her and hoped she’d give him a chance to make a go of their marriage.
He uploaded the video to his few online accounts and turned the phone off, wearily running a hand over his face. Getting up to take one last look he found his jacket from the wedding hanging in the closet.
Folding it he hears a crinkling noise and reaches into the inner pocket finding the marriage certificate. Tossing the jacket on the bed he unrolls the certificate reading his wife’s name Iseult.
“It’s pronounced Ee-sult Alpha.”
Jensen's head jerked up in surprise, “Hey, um, we're heading out as soon as you're ready.”
“Oh, okay, I’ll need you to button my dress Alpha.” She said repacking his bath kit she'd borrowed.
Jensen furrowed his brow, “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in something else, I mean, I’m telling you what to wear but it’s a three hour drive to my..our home.”
Iseult looked down playing with one of the pearlescent buttons, “When I married my hus..ex husband, our prenup stated that I only got what I had in my possession at the time. Apparently, he disposed of my things at some point,” she fanned out the shirt, “this dress, shoes and veil, your mother purchased them otherwise the media would have had a lot more to exploit at my..our expense Alpha.”
“Let me give you something of mine.”
“Anything of yours will swallow me, you're much more solid. There is a Walmart on..” she abruptly stopped at Jensen's raised eyebrow, “I’m sorry Alpha, I overstepped my place.” She bowed her head and hunched her shoulders, exuding the scent of fear as if she is expecting punishment from him.
What had happened to this woman to make her believe she should cower and gravel? Jensen manages to keep his anger in check, not wanting her to be more scared of him than she was, thinking who the hell is her ex-husband and what had he done to make her like this?
Jensen slowly walked behind her and gripping the fabric was once again dismayed at how prominent her shoulder blades were, his gut telling him her slenderness wasn't something natural.
As he fastened the buttons he spoke in the gentle voice he used when Jared's daughter Odette was upset, “If you can survive till tomorrow I’ll take you to get whatever you need.” She nodded once.
“Can I make one request Alpha?”
“You don’t have to request anything, just ask.”
“I have a prescription I need refilled, there’s a pharmacy on Wilmont, it’s on the way.”
He plucked the jacket off the bed and held it open, “Please, it's getting chilly.” She slid her arms into the sleeves and Jensen saw she was right about being swallowed. He put on his ball cap and headed out.
When they got off the elevators Jensen went deeper into the hotel. He stopped at an employees only entrance off the kitchen and knocked twice. A double knock answered and he pushed it open to reveal a waiting SUV. He introduced Clif and handed him the bag, taking it to the vehicle's rear and loaded it before getting back in.
The wind had started picking up ahead of the late autumn thunderstorm. Iseult grabbed her whipping hair in one hand and her skirt in the other as Jensen opened the back door.
“Iseult?”
“I was waiting for you Alpha, its proper etiquette.”
“I was raised it’s proper for a lady to enter first, please,” he held his hand out to her.
Iseult released her hair and hesitantly took his hand. Jensen felt a skittering sensation go up his spin as Iseult quivered, staring into his eyes as a whirling wind intermingled their scents, enthralling them.
Clif politely coughed, “We need to go before the bottom falls out.”
A tremendous thunderclap sent them scrambling into the car as the heavens let loose.
***
The trip to Austin was darker than usual, the weather slowing the drive back and with the incident at the pharmacy, Jensen still couldn’t believe it, refusing the prescription now that she was married to an Alpha, needing his verbal consent.
Clif interceded before he went off about the subjugation of Omegas in modern society, reminding him they were in predominantly conservative Texas, where this thinking was considered normal, not California.
Jensen glanced over to see Iseult staring out the window when his phone vibrated. Picking it up from the cup holder he saw a text from Josh.
>Jenny, know I’m not supposed to be in touch but call me!!! Need to know the shit going down here.<
Josh picked up on the first ring, “Man, all hell breaking loose. Your wife's ex didn't notify his clan that he was divorcing or remarrying her and they’ve filed an appeal with the Pack council to get her back.”
“We were married in the Traditional...”
“The fuck Jenny, did living in La La land make you forget everything? Your the second son of a clan leader, you know Pack law supersedes all federal, state and religious laws. They’ve dug up some obscure sub-clause that states a clan has first right to remarry an Omega within the clan and if they don’t whoever takes them must pay settlements.”
“What are settlements?”
“Has your brain fallen out of your ass? The bride price.”
“Josh, that's insane, it's 2020....”
“No shit Sherlock, but this is Texas. Fuck, dads back already. I’m gonna leave my phone on, keep your goddamn mouth shut or it's gonna be my ass too!”
Jensen can’t make out anything then his mother clearly says, “..they are asking what for her?”
“Ten million.”
“Your shitting me!”
“Joshua, language young man.”
“Five of it’s compensation for damages done to the Omega.”
“What damages? Jenny’s got a temper, what Alpha doesn’t, but he wouldn’t hurt anyone unless he was forced to.”
Alan cleared his throat in the manner Jensen had come to know that something’s making him uncomfortable. “It seems the Omega was..unsullied when she married her ex-husband.”
“Holy shit! You mean she’s never been with an Alpha before Jensen?”
“Joshua, I will not tolerate that language and we will absolutely not discuss your brothers new wife’s...virtue.”
Jensen hears the tinkling of glass, “Donna, did you know about any of this?”
“Well..no, of course not.” Her answer wasn’t very convincing.
“Donna, what are you not saying?” Alan’s Alpha voice resonated, he only used it when his mate was being evasive about something she’d done.
“When Danneel wasn’t willing to reproduce for Jensen I put out some feelers about finding him an Omega…”
“Jesus Fucking Christ! Even if it is acceptable for Jensen to have a second wife with Danneel being a Beta, he would never agree to it.”
“I’m not telling you again about your language. I might have, at one of my appointments, casually indicated to Brent that I wanted an Omega like his.”
Who the hell is this Brent?
“Wait, Brent Worthington?!”
Jensen dropped his phone. It smacked against his other hand turning on the speaker allowing everyone in the car to hear.
“Donna, have you any idea what you’ve done?”
“I never thought he'd actually offer her, they always seemed so happy together.”
“He took your casual indication as an actual offer for his wife. You do understand that while we have to deal with each other they are still our rivals.”
The Ackles and Worthingtons were two of the original founding clans of the Dallas Pack, and rivals for centuries. Iseult had been married to the only Beta son of Abraham, the Clans Alpha, like Alan.
Josh’s voice shook as he spoke, “Mom, if the council decides to return her do you have any idea what they’ll do if Jensen’s already mated and claimed her?”
There’s a ringing phone and Alan answered, his voice loud then faint, apparently pacing around the room.
In the SUV dim interior Jensen could see Iseult shaking, awaiting the decision.
“The council sided with the Worthington's stating the law…”
Jensen’s inner Alpha raged, loosening a wrawl causing Clif to jerk the wheel, swerving across the wet lanes, throwing Jensen against the seat in front of him, landing on the floorboard before the vehicle was under control and stopped on the shoulder. Twisting around he sees Clif opening the back door checking on Iseult while Alan’s voice filled the otherwise silent SUV.
“...but taking into consideration today’s social climate they came back with the final decision since she remarried another clan leader's son her status is unchanged, so if we send her back there’s no penalty for damages. If we choose to keep her, it’s five million due to the Omegas age.”
“What did you tell them dad?”
“I told them we were keeping her, I won’t be the cause of anymore upheaval in my son's life. However,” Alan’s voice turned hard, “the council has ordered additional financial penalties set against both clan leaders for the transgressions committed by their families.”
“How much?”
“I paid twenty-five million for a Deuxième Omega.”
tbc
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Jensen Ackles: Green Eyes Meet
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*Not My GIF* 
Paring: Jensen Ackles x Reader 
Pov: Jensen Ackles  
Rating: Adult Mature 
Warnings: Sexy Jensen, Green eyes addiction. Swearing, self-image problems, 
Summary: Jensen had never really liked his bright green eyes, but that ended after he met his new personal assistant on the Supernatural Set. Her green eyes grabbing his attention immediately, maybe he did like his green eyes afterall.  
Word Count : 1,653
Since I had been a kid I never liked my bright green eyes. Never was teased for them but the constant fawning over by girls in high school was annoying. That feature was like a crooked nose that everyone noticed and wanted to talk about behind your back, and sometimes in front of you, to you.
When I was a senior in high school my girlfriend was only with me because of that one feature, she had paraded me around to her friends, and family. Showing me off like I was a prize possession a toy. Not her boyfriend the boy she “loved”.
It was like my green eye was the only thing that people saw. Not my work, my thoughts, my personalities. Nothing. In college which was a fucking nightmare, there was another girl her name was Dorothy, she was so cute at least 20 years ago she was cute.
Her personality, her style everything about her was adorable. But yet again a failed relationship all because she was only there for my eye, yet again I have paraded around to parties, functions. Made to feel like she really “loved me”.
I again broke up and went through that motion. Finally, after 20 years I was not an adult but I was getting jobs. I did do a few modeling jobs, acting was sprinkled in too. Then what seemed like a big boom of celebration I was cast in the show Supernatural with a lifetime friend now Jared.
Years Later
Casting and building Supernatural was the best time of my life. A show that was dedicated to two brothers trying to save the world. A fan base that was amazing, best friends for the first time that wanted to be my friend because of me and not what I looked like.
Onset we all had our own personal assistant. Misha had an older woman in her late 30s her attitude every day was to make Misha smile and laugh, be in the goofy mood that every day had been presented.
Jared had another young woman late 20s. She was a fan of the show before we really hit off on the CW. She had gotten the job when she wanted to do an internship, and of course, with Jared being his normal passionate loving, caring person he loved her and always brought her to lunch she was more of a friend if Jared then his personal assistant.
I on the other hand had gone through what seemed to have been at least 6 or 7 younger, and older women. I guess you could compare it to prince charming trying to find Cinderella, every single girl had to size every girl had to have the position.
There was Ashley a young girl, she had brown shoulder-length hair, a straight smile, blue eyes, but she was all over the place with very bad ADHD. She simply wasn’t made for a schedule type of job, but I still made sure her reference papers were nicely written more focused on her great skills rather the ones that needed work.
There was Rebecca, she was middle-aged women, her two adorable kids was all she ever talked about but she was tired and could never keep up with the many types of different things we were always doing.
There was Annie. A straightforward mess of a person, she had a very bad RBF always thought I had done something wrong. I was very quick to say “I need a new personal assistant!”
There was Jessica. A sweet 20-year-old girl, a shorty with an attitude, and a very bad temper with everyone expect with me. I knew that would never work, so yet again I had to ask HR to find me a new PA.
There were Mrs.Miller older women in her late 40s. She was organized, and very sweet but she was sadly was only doing this job while her husband was out of a job. So she went which was quite sad, but I again had to ask.
Then there was Y/n. Her personality was all I ever wanted in a PA. She made life so easy, always at my trailer before I was with a coffee in hand for me and herself. An inquiry of what the day was packed with, always had my lines and would chat with me during lunch. She was exactly what I was looking for. Only after 5 years of yearning and wanting someone with the correct skills.
______________________       Jensen A.    ___________________________
After another 5 years, Y/n and I had the best friendship I have with anyone since I met Jared and Misha. She so sweet and kind, she’d pick me up drunk from the bar, or go with me to premiers of literally anything. We’d go out to see stupid horror movies or funny romcoms. We were like the best of best friends. We were definitely in the hall of best friends.
The many times I had come to Y/n rescue after douche bag dick heads had fucked her over. Leaving her at dinner by herself, driving her home to watch something, and eat a whole tub of ice cream. I was her rock and she was mine.
I never noticed that she and I had the same colored eyes until about two weeks ago when she had on this bright purple jacket. Her eyes popping with the contrast. She was the most beautiful that day she wore a purple jacket with a black turtleneck with a pair of cargo pants and lace-up boots. Just as beautiful as the first day I had met her and every day after that one.
She smelled of peppermint and roses, her makeup light and cute. The pink hue to her cheeks was so adorable. That day we had a few scenes and then an interview and that was it. I drove her home that night and slept blissfully.
As the weeks went on my need to be closer and always around Y/n grew stronger. We’d sit down for lunch and sit down next to her instead of in front of her. I’d bring her coffee during a rough patch.
But one day I think she started to catch on, she’d stop me every day and hug me, like it was the end of the world.
A knock on my trailer door
“Jensen, do you mind if I come in?” Her voice was timid and tired from a day worth of work.
“Yeah, of course, you can come in Y/n.” I got up and opened the trailer door. Her small built frame came into view. Today I hadn’t seen her but once in the morning and now. She was wearing a blue crop top, black pants, a pair of vans. Again such a beautiful as the first day I saw her.
She came in and sat down in her regular seat. She didn’t have any papers on notebooks with her. She probably just wanted to sit in silence enjoying the time together.
“Jensen, how was your day?” she asked.
“Y/n, my day was perfectly fine. How was yours?” This was odd, a normal conversation. This wasn’t what I was used to with her.
“My day was tuff. Do you mind if she just lay down for a minute was something on the tv? Too many thought going on right now.” Her words shy, it sounded as if she were going to cry.
I wrapped my hand around hers and dragged her towards the back of the trailer, a spot where we would relax after a hard day's work, talk about things, do what we wanted to do which was just sit down and watch something. She plopped down and pulled her shoes off, and sat beside her laying my arm out so she could lay down.
If others were to see us like this they would say that we were a couple. Something that I would love but I knew better, she knew better right?
“Jensen, thank you,” She said after a while. I hummed in response, the clock wrote 9:30 on it. It was late but I had clothes here so if we did end up falling asleep here it wouldn’t be the end of the world.
Another hour went by, and Y/n got up. She faced me, sitting crisscrossed. Breathing in deep she began to speak, so I turned off the sound to the tv.
“Jensen, You are the best friend I have ever had. Something I don’t want to ruin with what I’m about to say, I’m going to tell you the truth about how I feel, how I’ve felt for the past five years. It’s hard for me because of course, I don’t know where you are emotional and everything, so here it goes. Jensen, I fell in love with you 5 years ago. I fell in love with your personality, your character, your passion, your love for others, your fans. I love fell in everything about you. This could ruin everything we have but I ho..”
She just looked so beautiful at that moment after so many years of loving her from afar. Jared had seen me fall in love with her, told me to just tell her, I was scared I’d ruin the friendship we had built. So I kissed her, cutting her off mid-sentence.
“I have loved you since the beginning too Y/n. You’re the smartest, most caring person I have met in a long time. You are so beautiful sorry I cut you off but I have been waiting to do that for a long time you know.” I said with my hands still pushed into her sides
She giggled, and leaned her head against mine, and hummed in response. And for the first time I felt like I was living my dream, I was with the person I truly love and that loved me back.
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wayward-mikaelson · 4 years
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His Little Sister
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Word Count: 2041
Pairing: Jared x Reader
Characters: Reader, Jensen, Jared, Alex, Rich, Misha (Mentioned)
About: The Reader works on the set of Supernatural where her big brother Jensen stars along side his best friend Jared. The Reader has developed a major crush on Jared. The Reader somehow lands a roll on the show. A role that plays Sam Winchesters love interest which big brother Jensen isn’t too thrilled about.
Disclaimer: Language, Angst, Mention of depression, Mention of car accident, Implied Smut
Disclaimer 2: Any of the shorts that are hot and steamy, I want to put out there that it's in no way disrespectful towards Gen at all. I love her to death and respect that marriage between her and Jared. So when reading those shorts, know that it all takes place in an alternate world where they aren't married at all.
A/N: Tag all your SPN accounts
A/N 2: Tag any Sam/Jared Stans so they can see this
A/N 3: Should I write a Part 2? I feel Like there should be a part 2...Jensen find out his sister and best friend are sleeping together while at a convention maybe? YOU TELL ME!!!!
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"And...cut," Rich yells next to me. "That's a wrap! That was perfect!" I watch from the sidelines as he gets up from his directors chair. I watch as he makes his way towards Jensen and Jared. "Okay, now, I know it's late and everyone wants to get some sleep but, I want to run something pass you guys first." Rich pulls the two off set and outside. I look at the time on my phone and see that it's almost one in the morning.
"Want to head to my trailer for a drink?" Alex is next to me. He's still in his Jack outfit and still looking like a 16 year old boy who hasn't grown facial hair yet. He's been pinning after me for the last few years since I started working on the set of Supernatural. Everyone knew it too. Even my big brother, Jensen did. But I didn't feel that way towards Alex.
"Alex," I sigh. "Not tonight." I start to gather my things and make my way towards my brothers trailer. I normally stay at a hotel unless we have nights like this.
"Another time then?" Alex asks after me.
"She's not into you man," Jensen come up behind us hold some papers. "I could have told you that. I practically know who she's into." True, I think, but not this time. I couldn't tell him who it was because it was his best friend.
Ever since I started working on set, I saw Jared differently. He was no longer my brothers best friend to me. He was this funny and smart attractive man that smiled every time our eyes met. He even looks at me differently. Not the 'that's Jensen's baby sister' look. The look he give me always makes me blush. I would like to think Jared's into me but he was always going on some date with some chick.
"Sorry, Alex," I walk off with Jensen.
"It's all good," Alex walks off as well.
"You really should get back into dating," Jensen says handing me the papers in his hands as we walked to his trailer. "Anyway, we should talk about this."
I look at the papers. "It's a script," I say giving my brother a weird look.
Jensen wraps an arm around my shoulder. "Yeah, it's your script. The original chick who was casted as Opheila quit today. Rich and the others think you're perfect for the job."
I choke on whatever saliva is in my mouth. "My what?!" I exclaim pushing my brother away. "No! I haven't acted since my accident. And that was a year before I even took this job to help out on set."
Some years ago, I had a small but recurring role on the show Riverdale. In between filming and visiting home one day, I got into a bad car accident. My entire left leg was busted up and needed screws and rods. I was put out of work for months and my character on Riverdale was written and killed off. I was depressed because of it and then out of the blue Jensen pulled strings to get me back to work. My life was just starting to come back together and my limp was nearly gone too.
"I know," Jensen grabs my shoulder. "This could be your comeback. Give it a shot and if you don't like it, that's fine and Rich can suck my dick and get a new actress."
No one, and I mean no one, hyped me up and supported me and encouraged me like Jensen did. "Okay, here's to a comeback" I smile and Jensen pulls me into a hug. "Why did Rich want to talk to Jared as well?"
Jensen was quiet for a few minutes. "Well, this character we've been told, becomes a love interest of Sams."
I stop walking. "I see," It's a good thing it's dark because I can feel my face burning. Hot. "How does Jared feel about that?" I'm genuinely curious.
"Oh he's cool with it," Jensen continues to walking. I can tell that part of it is bugging him.
"And you?" I grab his arm and turn him around. "You don't seem or look to thrilled."
Jensen made a face. "I'm thrilled you got this roll. I've been dying to see you back in action acting again. I mean look at you. Beautiful and that limp you always complained about is gone. I just am having a hard time seeing my baby sister and best friend get friendly on camera."
I laugh out loud. I'm sure it's the fact that I am God awfully tired. "It'll be our characters getting close, not us." I hook my arm into his and we walk the rest of the way to the trailer.
"Rich is giving everyone the weekend off so we can focus on these lines." Jensen holds the trailer door open. Filming will start on Monday."
"Oi, that soon? Guess we get some sleep and start first thing."
Over the next few weeks, I learned more about my character. Ophiela, was also a hunter who hunted with the Winchesters a few times in the past. She and Sam also had a nice fun filled night before they lost contact. Turns out my character was going to be in the remaining season. Which to my surprise Jared was excited about. That kind of confused Jensen and made me blush hard that I had to find a way to hide my face from them all.
Getting back into acting wasn't hard. Acting with Misha around was hard. I never wanted to strangle someone so bad for purposefully trying to mess me up. I started to feel more and more myself behind the camera and delivering lines. Jensen even mentioned to me one night that I was getting that glow in my eyes when I acted. Rich was even impressed with my acting. About a month after taking the role and making it my own, we are about to wrap a scene where Sam and Ophiela are arguing. Our on set chemistry was fire. Everyone loved it.
Jared slams a book on the bunker set table. "What happened if we got there too late and found you dead?"
I lean over the table. "Then I would have died, Sam. You can't control that. Hell you can't even control your temper when it comes to my safety. Now if you will, I am going to wash off this hunt and go to bed." I take a few steps and Jared grabs my upper arm. "What the hell, Sam?"
"You don't see it do you," Jared starts to pull me towards him. Knowing whats going to happen, I can't help but feel nervous and giddy all at the same time. Jared has me up against his chest sweeping loose hair from my face. "I can't loose you." He cups my face and starts to pull me close when something loud crashes in the distance.
"Uh, sorry, about that," Jensen says picking up whatever he knocked over. Jared and I step away and I see irritation on his face.
"That was so perfect!" Rich whines from the directors chair. "Jensen, dammit, you need to be more careful." Rich comes around the corner. "I guess we pick this up tomorrow." Then he leaves.
"I'm going to go to my trailer," Jared walks off and I feel his hand slip out of mine and I realize that we had still been holding hands. I watch as he walks away.
"I really am sorry," Jensen says standing next to me. I look at him and I don't see a single regret about the incident on his face. He did that on purpose. That bastard.
"What the fuck, Jay?!" I ask pushing him. "The scene was going smoothly and it was perfect and you ruined it." I storm off leaving Jensen staring after me with a confused look on his face.
I walk way passed the trailer I share with Jensen. I walk pass Misha's trailer, Alex's trailer, and so on until I find myself standing at Jared trailer door. My heart is pounding as I hesitate to knock on his door. I don't what possessed me to go to his trailer but here I am.
"Jared," I knock on his door. "It's me."
The door opens and there stands Jared. In a t-shirt. "Hey," he says with a small smile. "Is your brother around?" The way he said brother confirmed he is just as irritated with him as I am.
"No, he's on set still or going to the local bar," I smile. "Can I come in?" Jared's small smile gets bigger. He steps aside and I walk into his trailer. It's neat and clean. I've only been in here a few times for only a few minutes. "I'm sorry, my brother can be a real dick sometimes." I say sitting on his small couch.
Jared grabs two beers, opens one and hands me it. "Yes he can be," He takes a sip of his beer. "The scene was perfect and going so smoothly." He sits next to me. I can't help but look the muscle in his arm that was close to brushing up on mine.
"It really was," I take a drink of my beer. "Our characters were about to have an amazing moment." I glance at Jared who's looking at me with those same eyes he was giving me on set.
"They can still have that moment," I see Jareds hand slide towards mine and without thinking I take hold of it. "Just without a camera." He adds taking his thumb and rubbing it my hand.
I blush and smile. "They totally can," I manage to out in a whisper.
Jared starts to lean in towards me. My heart is racing so I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Jared's head meets mine and he rests there breathing deeply. He's as nervous as me. I open my eyes and see he's staring deep into them. It's like my soul connects with his. It feels right. It's perfect. Licking my lip, I tilt my head up and press my lips to his.
The moment that they touch, every part of my body turns to jello. Jared lets go of my hand to cup my face and hold it to his. When his tongue pushes pass my lips and starts to explore my mouth, the beer bottle in my hand slips out of my hand and onto the floor with a loud clang. I pull back to pick it up but Jared pulls me back to him.
"Don't worry about that," I hear him set his beer down and use that hand to pull me onto his lap. Both legs rest on either side of his. I feel his erection pressing through his jeans and mine. I relax more of my weight and roll my hips against his. With a small but deep growl, Jared's lips land on mine again. Picking me and setting me on the small trailer counter.
I wrap my legs around him to keep him between me. I feel him press himself firmly into my jeans and I can feel how wet I am already for him. I moan into his mouth as he does it again. Jared pulls back and whips his shirt off. I do the same and unclasp the bra I am wearing. "You like what you see?"  I ask as Jared stares at bare chest.
"Do I?" He leans in and brushes his lips from my cheek to my ear where he nips just below. I suck in a deep breath. "I fucking think it's beautiful." He wraps his arm around me and carries me to his bed where he plops me down on the bed. He stares down at me as he takes his pants off. "Now, why don't we see how quiet you can be while I fuck you hard into this mattress."
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deans-mind-palace · 4 years
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Nightcrawler
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Summary: Jensen and you never got along well. But when a stunt accident almost caused him losing you, everything changes. What will Jensen have to say if you wake up?
Word Count: 2,182
Warnings: Description of an accident, Mean!Jensen, Angst, Fluff
Author’s Note: Based on this request. Anonymous: Can I ask a Jensen x fem!reader, where reader is an actress on spn. Jensen kinda hates her (like don’t like her). One day some stunt accident happens on set and reader goes in critical situation. Jensen gets very upset, stays with reader every time from ambulance till hospital. Goes crazy over the reader surprising Jared, Misha and other people on ser since everyone assumed he doesn’t like her. But he ends up confessing to reader at the end and alllll fluffy end?
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It was late in the evening, but you had just arrived on the set for your shoot today. It was a night shoot, because the scene had to be shot in the dark outside on the studio grounds. It was a particularly important scene and you were late, so you hurried straight into make-up.
"Look who's late. Again." Jensen greeted you friendly as always. You rolled your eyes. "Mind your own business, Ackles." you were giving back before falling in the chair next to Misha. It was the seat furthest away from the blond actor. Misha sighed after you gave your best friend a quick hug. "I will never understand your hatred for each other." he muttered with a side glance at Jensen, who was now excitedly engrossed in a conversation with Jared and the make-up artist.
The truth was that you and Jensen didn't like each other from the very beginning. In your eyes he was an arrogant ass who looked good and was fully aware of that fact. In his eyes you were a bitch who couldn't understand a joke and was closed off. Neither of you had ever bothered to look behind the façade of the other one. Right on your first day on set you had argued so terribly that the shooting of the scene had to be stopped. When you were told a few weeks ago that you were to play Dean's love interest in the series from now on, the arguments between you had reached their peak.
"So, nervous about shooting tonight?" Misha ripped you out of your thoughts. You took a deep breath and tried to give him a halfway confident smile. "Oh, no. It's okay," you said. Misha saw right through you and gave you an encouraging smile. "I'll be okay. Don't worry about it." Further back you could hear the deep laughter of Jensen and Jared patted him on the shoulder in a brotherly way. You turned your eyes away when Jensen looked over.
A few minutes after your make-up was ready, a young personal assistant also walked into the trailer. "Ms L/N? We need you on set in ten," he reminded you. "Of course, thank you." you smiled. Then he looked at you nervously and fidgeted. Your eyebrows furrowed in wonder. "Can I help you with anything else?" you asked and smiled at the nervous student. "Err... No - Yes. Y-yes. I-I'm a big fan of yours. You're such a great actress and-" Jensen snorted in the background, for which you gave him a deadly look that made the young PA freeze completely, but Jensen was not the least bit bothered. You smiled reassuringly at the PA and granted him his wish for a selfie, then he led you to the set and lectured you for a few more minutes on how great he thought you were. You smiled and nodded from time to time, but you were far too nervous about the upcoming shoot to really listen to him. He didn't seem to notice that.
The spotlights were already set up and radiated the dark area. Cameras were flashing and the car was ready.  It was time for the shoot. A bit away, Jensen sat in his chair and watched the action. Technicians hurried across the set. Cameramen were changing settings and the director gave final instructions for the scene.
"Everyone to their places, please!" shouted the director and clapped his hands. You took off your bathrobe and swallowed before stepping on your green mark. Immediately the director approached you. "You ready, Y/N?" he asked you. "This is an important and difficult scene. You must be ready for it because we only have one car, the next one would have to be delivered first." You nodded, unable to put your doubts into words. You wanted to appear professional, damn it! "All right, you know how the scene works? You're standing on the marker. The car, possessed by a demon, is going to race towards you, but you jump aside at the last second because you lure it into a trap and it crashes into the wall behind you. All right?" he went over the sequence of the scene with you again. "Yes." Your voice sounded uncertain, but he didn't seem to notice. "Fine, let's do it." He turned away.
"Light? "Check." "Camera? "Rolling." "Silence on set, please. Scene 17, Take 1. Go!"
As soon as the engine of the car in front of you stuttered to life, the sweat broke out on your forehead. Your fingers trembled, but it appeared as if it was part of your acting. You swallowed and your fingers clenched into fists. "Come on!" you shouted to the possessed car. "Come and get me!" The headlights of the car flickered and it roared a couple of times on the spot. The radio turned up loud and AC/DC's 'Highway to Hell' came out of the speakers, before the tires screeched and spun, and then the car started moving rapidly. Now it was getting serious. When the car crossed the green line, you had to jump to the side onto the green mat.
But the car approached the green line relentlessly and you were frozen like a deer caught in the headlights. Literally. When it reached the green line, you couldn't move a muscle. Immediately, panic broke out around you and the last thing you saw were Jensen's green, wide-open eyes filled with panic before the car hit you.
Suddenly everything happened very quickly. You felt a stabbing pain shoot through your legs as you collided with the bumper. Immediately, you were hurled over the hood, bounced over the roof and hit the ground. Blood ran from your hand and forehead where you had been smashed into the glass. Pain shot through your entire body, then everything went black.
For a split second there was complete silence on the set, then hell broke loose. The director instructed everyone to stay calm, an ambulance was called, but Jensen didn't notice the chaos around him. His gaze was locked on your motionless body as if in a trance. Then he jumped up and started running. Kneeling on the ground, he slid towards you. You had lost consciousness and blood was running from the cuts on your hands. His fingers trembled as he brushed the locks of hair from your face. He would have loved to lay your head in his lap and watched over you until the ambulance arrived, but he knew there was a chance the fall had broken your spine. Your face was pale and smeared with red crimson.
Suddenly he heard yelling in the background. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Misha rushed out of the trailer followed by Jared and ran towards Y/N. Jensen held your bloody hand and stroked your forehead. Your breath was very shallow. He paid no attention to his panicked friend at all. All his attention and concern was only for you. As if in shock, his gaze kept wandering over your wounds. His breathing trembled and with every breath he had the feeling that his chest would burst. Should it end like this? You dying in front of him? Never again your cheeky comments or your bickering in the morning when you arrived late on set again? Would he never be able to make you coffee with too much sugar purposely, because he knew how much you hated sugar in your coffee? Or would he never ever listen to your complaints you always made when you were getting your hair done next to him and he just rolled his eyes? Would he never see the sparkle in your eyes again when a day of shooting was successfully completed? Or would he never feel the joy again when he saw you again after a long break in shooting, even though he would never admit it? A lump formed in his throat and he swallowed. Next to him Jared moved Misha away.
Suddenly, turmoil broke out again. The ambulance hurried to the set and immediately bent down to you. Jensen did not hear their words. But the doctor ordered two paramedics to lay you down on the stretcher. "Sir, you have to let go of her hand now," One of the paramedics told him. "N-no." Jensen shook his head violently. "I-I can't leave her alone." The very thought filled his stomach with nausea. His voice croaked. "I ask you only once more, Sir." But Jensen made no move. Suddenly, Jared grabbed him from behind and pulled him away. Jensen tried to fight back, but he was afraid to cause you more damage. "No! I can't leave her, Jared," he yelled in panic and tried to free himself from the iron grip of his best friend. "Sssh. It's okay, Jensen! It's gonna be okay! They're taking her to the hospital now," Jared explained calmly. But Jensen didn't take his words seriously.
"Let me be with her," Jensen pleaded. "Okay, it's okay, Jay. I'll take you to the hospital." Jensen shook his head. The paramedic cleared his throat because he felt sorry for the distraught man. "Family members are allowed to ride in the ambulance, so..." Even before he had finished the sentence, Jensen had already started running. Shoulder shrugging, Jared looked at the Doctor. "I'll catch up with my friend." He nodded at Misha, who was beside himself. The doctor nodded.
In the car, Jensen had already taken your hand. Gently he stroked the skin with his thumb, careful not to touch any of your wounds. The paramedics put you on all kinds of tubes and you still weren't conscious. Jensen got sick at the sight of all the wires running into your body. All the needles they stuck under your skin. Suddenly the ECG kicked in and your heartbeat started beating flat. "Fractures of the ribs 11 to 12. Craniocerebral trauma. Multiple contusions and a broken leg. Also some superficial lacerations." explained a paramedic. " Her condition is critical. She has sustained severe head injuries and internal bleeding cannot be ruled out. A hematoma is probably already forming. She must go to the O.R. immediately for a trepanation." The paramedic's gaze was serious as the ambulance reached the hospital. The doors of the ambulance were ripped open and the stretcher was taken out. Immediately, the paramedic informed the doctors and nurses of your state of health.
You were immediately taken to an operating room and Jensen was asked to take a seat in the waiting area. He wandered up and down nervously. Soon Misha and Jared arrived. Y/N's family would not arrive in Vancouver until tomorrow afternoon. So you had no family. A few hours later, one of the leading doctors arrived. "Gentlemen. Ms. L/N made it through the operation in good shape. We had to stabilize several fractures with screws and drill a hole in her skull to give the pressure room to dissipate." Jensen went pale. Jared pulled him into the seat next to him so he wouldn't faint. "It'll be a few more hours before she wakes up. She is now under the influence of strong painkillers, but you may see her now," the doctor explained. He gave the room number.
Jared came into the room with a cup of coffee for Jensen. Misha had gone home several hours ago to meet Y/N's parents in the afternoon. But Jensen had not left your side. Jared supplied him with coffee for the third time already and yawned tiredly. It was already 8 a.m. and they hadn't slept all night. "I'm leaving now, Jay. And you should rest too. She's fine. They'll let us know when she wakes up." But Jensen didn't answer. Jared put the coffee on a small table and left the room. Jensen sat by your bed and had trouble keeping his eyes open. The constant beeping of the ECG lulled him in and calmed him down.
When you woke up, your whole body felt numb. The painkillers clouded your mind and you didn't know where you were for a moment until it all came back to you. The accident.
You looked around the white room until your eyes fell on a blond mop of hair. Jensen's head was on your bed. His hand in yours. He had pressed his forehead against your hand in his sleep. Worry overshadowed his sleeping face. You were surprised. Gently you released your wired hand from his grip and stroked his cheek. At once he blinked and jumped up. "Y/N! You are awake! Oh, thank God!" You saw his eyes shimmer with tears of relief. "I thought I had lost you," he said and his voice broke. "Jensen, it's all right," you muttered reassuringly. He nodded, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When they opened again the green sparkled intensely.
"Y/N. I'm sorry for what I did. I was an ass. I want to apologize for all this. I acted like an idiot because I didn't know how to handle it, but -" He took a deep breath. "The truth is, I love you, Y/N."
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thewnchstrs · 4 years
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it’s that time of the month again!
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Dean X Reader
The Witness(part 1): you’re witness to a murder committed by a flying broomstick. the police don’t believe you, but two handsome FBI agents that show up to your door seem to be more open-minded | @thewhitejournal
Wildest Dreams: she works in diner and he’s constantly traveling. After meeting he can’t seem to stay away away from her. | @spidey-babe-parker
Professional Environment: you’ve had the hots for your boss, Dean Winchester, since day one. You always do your very best to please him in any way possible. What happens when one day, you don’t? | @teddybeardoctorr
Trust: you are in need of help and your first choice is two people who don’t like you. | @lonelyandlovelorn
Rescue You: my name is Y/N. I’m the outcast of my witch community. This is the story of how I rescued Dean Winchester, the story of how he saved me. | @jay-and-dean
Fighting For a Future: Y/N help Dean contain Michael in his head. they now share a soul, but Y/N has pushed Dean away. Can Dean fight her stubborn streak? or will they lose their fight before they can even begin? | @flamencodiva​
Deal. | @bad268
Don’t Go Changing: it was never supposed to end up like this. You find out the truth about Dean Winchester. | @sunlightdances
Hurricane: with one of the most dangerous serial killers on the loose and in your tracks you have no choice but to rely on the help of the police to ensure your safety. It doesn’t hurt that the detective in charge is the one of the most skilled there is and probably, well, definitely the most charming one you have ever seen. Or that his flirting with you takes your mind off the danger waiting for you right around the corner. | @angelkurenai​
Abandoned: Dean is forced to be a single father after the reader left them. Three years later she shows up out of no where.| @i-write-about-anything​
Supernatural Series Rewrites | @adorable-dean-winchester
Ride With Me: alternate universe (AU) in which the reader is a horse rider who goes to a ranch in Arizona, owned by Bobby Singer and his wife Ellen, to gain work experience. A heartwarming series about a cowboy who falls for the girl, letting go of the past and the importance of family. | @katehuntington
When Your Past Comes Knocking: a demon hunt goes bad and the boys learn something about your past. | @vicmc624
Cheater, Cheater: Y/N and the boys go on an unusual hunt. | @okayhowmuchforthearm
Old Love, New Love: it’s been four years since Dean Winchester broke her heart, now that he has to work with her, how will old feelings resurface? | @mypassionsarenysins
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Sam X Reader
Please... | @georgialouisea​
Stay With Me: Sam wants you to stay and of course you agree, but with Dean and hunting, can you really? | @multifandomaestheticsblog​
Good: Sam’s having a hard day. Reader makes it better. | @slytherkins
Life: The Game | @missmarrinette
Secrets: a drunken night with your boyfriend, his brother and your best friend ends in a lot of your secrets getting out | @supernotnaturalcas
Adjustments: hiding an illness isn’t easy, especially when you’re still learning about it. | @kittenofdoomage
Crossing Parallel Lines: after searching through hundreds of lore books and wanting to go on an a new adventure, the reader accidentally ends up somewhere she never expected and with people she never expected to meet! | @swiftlymoniquesblog
Lean on Me | @deansmyapplepie
Nightmare: after waking up from a nightmare, you and the Winchesters head out to help another hunter. | @crispychrissy
Sleepy Confessions | @team-free-will-oneshots
Three’s a Crowd: you are the girl Sam lives with between s7 and 8 and you are happy together until Dean shows up and forces you to leave. | @supernatural---imagines
In the Studio | @spn-and-daddy-issues
Marriage Mishaps: the Reader and Sam find out about some shocking news that could affect their relationship. | @syven-siren​
Thunderstruck: what happens when the reader comes into contact with Amara? | @fandomoneshots-imagines
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Cas X Reader
Winter’s Eye: season 13 canon tells you how AU!Castiel’s story ends, this is how it begins. The deranged and damaged iteration of Castiel we met in the apocalypse universe - an obedient soldier to Michael’s cause barely in control of his vessel’s frayed and erratically firing nerves whose inherent kindness toward humankind appeared entirely obliterated - wasn’t always an unfeeling angelic weapon of interrogation. Once, he sympathized with the plight of humans; one, he loved. | @webcricket​
The Memory Remains: Y/N’s memory had been erased, but a car crash brings more pain than just the physical. | @iwantthedean​
Sharing a Bed | @spilledkauffie​
Cat Got Your Tongue?: Castiel x male reader headcanon for each of them bringing an animal home w/o the other one knowing? Reader brings a corgi, Cas brings a cat? | @just--another--daydreamer 
Paint Cans | @sauntered-vaguely-downward​
Small One: Cas takes care of his newborn Nephilim daughter. | @alexwritessupernatural​
Roman Holiday: Sam and Dean have been making you feel small and unimportant lately, like more of a hindrance than a help. When you leave to spend some time on your own and nurse your wounded feelings, your favorite angel shows up to ease your mind and heart by accompanying you on an off-the-cuff vacation. | @shittyelfwriter​
Alone Time: when the boys head out on a hunt, you decide to have some relaxation time. | @forever-trapped-in-my-dreams​
You Okay? | @fictionalabyss​
Snap Crackle Pop: Introducing Cas to pop rocks | @swlbarnes​
Lebanon: After bringing your dad back with the pearl, many things were changed in the timeline. You find your husband, Cas, but he doesn’t remember you. Based on 14x13. | @supervengerslock​
Beautiful: An insecure Castiel shows reader his wings for the first time | @dabakook101​
Sharing is Caring: You and Castiel share a bed…and a little more. | @fanfic-scribbles​
Other Pairings
One and One Make Three: Friends are always there for you. Through the good times and the bad. After a night out with two of your best friends, catching up and celebrating the end of a chapter, you can’t help but wondering what lies ahead for you in the next. Start a family like Jared? Find another acting job like Jensen would? Little do you know, your best friend is harboring a huge secret and one decision was about to change your life forever. |  Jensen X Reader | @supernatural-jackles
Piercings: Sam and Dean let their younger sister get another piercing, and are a little surprised by her choice. | Winchester!Sister | @to-write-ornah
Chuck Tailors: Chuck is a custom tailor and is making the suits for the groomsmen in cousin Castiel’s wedding. When two strapping men walk into his shop, he can’t help but hope he might make more than just a suit for one of them | Dean X Chuck | @atc74
Fade Into You | Jensen X Reader | @sinatrababyy
Back To Sleep: Jared arrives home after filming and the only thing on his mind is you. | Jared X Reader | @princessmisery666​
Delirium: After one too many sleepless nights, a certain Nephilim begins to grow concerned for Y/N. | Jack X Reader | @just-imagine-1​
Demon Dean: The Mark of Cain has turned Dean into a demon and Sam and the reader try to save him. | Winchester!Sister | @winchestergirl23​
Dying of a Broken Heart: Jensen says something to hurt the woman he loves and he will do anything to fix his mistake. | Jensen X Reader | @pecanpieandgreeneyes85
Non-Pairings
No Second Chances: Y/N and Sam try to save Dean from the Mark of Cain, and Dean is not too happy about it | @winchester-books​
Fandom Letter From Castiel, School Struggles | @to-my-beloved-fandoms-2​
Sibling Jealousy: Reader has known the Winchesters for a long time, almost two years before Cas entered their lives. After that, since Reader was the only one actually teaching the angel about humanity customs and stuff like that, properly, they developed a closer relationship, on the parent-kid way. But it was never verbally acknowledged. Now, with Lucifer’s child on the way, life stabs some sense and realizations onto Reader, but there’s no time for feelings in this house | @no-te-lo-voy-a-dar
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Imagine meeting Sam at a book store | @writtenwinchester
SPN headcanons | @dolly-face03
Being Lucifer’s child and meeting Sam and Dean Winchester would include... | @lotsoffandomimagines
Imagine playing with Sam’s hair when you’re bored | @dumbbitchenergy17
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wildefiction · 5 years
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WORD COUNT: 2,100
CHAPTER SUMMARY: Reader takes Kim up on her offer of attending the SNS after party.
CHAPTER WARNINGS: Drinking, kissing, and…feeeeeeelings
A/N: Here it is folks, chapter 10!
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TEN
As the discussion about drinks and where everyone was hanging for the night began to filter around the group, you realized the relationship they all had with each other was like that of a family. Just like Chris had said. There were no cliques, no gossip, and everyone truly seemed to enjoy everyone else’s company. Moving to grab your camera bag, and seeing it open and empty, a bolt of dread lanced through your body. Remembering suddenly that you’d set in down backstage in your haste to catch Chris earlier you slipped out the door as Misha walked into the room, making a beeline for the stage entrance. Never had you been so careless with your camera. Silently berating yourself as you almost ran down the narrow hallway, you sighed in relief when it was sitting on the same table you’d left it on earlier.
Taking a moment, you had to remind yourself that, while this was a new experience and the people all seemed amazingly welcoming - you were here to work. Leaving your equipment unattended in an unfamiliar environment was asking for trouble, and if it was lost or stolen? You shuddered to think what would happen.
Returning to the greenroom and carefully ensuring your bag was packed and put under one of the tables, you turned to find Kim approaching, a beer in each hand and that same infectious smile on her face.
Handing you one of the chilled bottles, she motioned for you to follow as she wandered out into the hallway.
“So, [Y/F/N] - how’s your weekend been so far? Enjoying yourself?" 
Taking a swallow of her beer, you could see the mischievous gleam in her dark eyes as she awaited your answer.
"Kim, I don’t take you for someone who skirts around what you really mean to say." 
Grinning at the woman, you watched as she pressed the call button for the elevator. 
Shrugging, she dipped her head and nodded as the two of you stepped into the lift, heavy steel doors closing after you with a soft chime.
"Touche. I was trying to hold back, can’t have you running screaming already can we? What with Chris and Rob following you around like lost puppies.”
Scoffing, you followed behind her as she pressed a plastic keycard to the lock on a set of double doors at the end of the long corridor. Several blinking lights and a faint buzzing sounded, the woman pushing on the heavy doors and leading you inside.
If you thought the green room was big, nothing prepared you for the enormity of the space you walked into.
The suite was easily a thousand square feet. A large stone fireplace divided the sitting area into two sections, groups of overstuffed armchairs framed long leather couches that were arranged on each side. A cheerful fire provided warmth and a soft light to the living space. Another set of large double doors were set into the wall just ahead, massive sheets of glass framed in dark iron leading to a private balcony.
Turning, you noted the room also had a large alcove lined in glass shelves, every conceivable type of liquor arranged within. A wide, six-inch thick slab of oak topped the bar, the dark stain highlighting the natural textures of the wood. 
“Wow, they really get you guys the best huh?” “This some kind of Penthouse?" 
You’d only ever seen rooms like these in magazines and movies - nothing about your salary could afford you a stay in a place like this.
"Yeah, Creation shells out top dollar for Jared and Jensen.” 
Kim said it like it was obvious, but with zero hint of jealousy.
Eyebrows shooting up into your hairline, you were suddenly feeling a little intimidated. 
"I’m pretty sure my entire house would fit in this room alone." 
The sentence was a mumble to yourself, and while everyone had been nothing but welcoming, you were reminded that most of the people around you lived a very different lifestyle.
“Yeah, me too.” “C’mon, let’s go take advantage of that wet bar, shall we?”
A short glass tumbler gripped in your right hand, pomegranate juice and vodka swirled together with edible glitter was mesmerizing. Fancier than you were used to, sure, but delicious all the same. 
“So, you gonna tell me about what’s going on with Chris and Rob or do I have to keep dropping hints and waiting?” Leaning into the edge of the couch on which she sat, Kim sipped her drink, the look on her face stating there was no room for anything but acquiescence.
Shrugging, you went on to tell the woman about the dinner with Chris, and how you’d thought it was just going to be a casual thing. When you mentioned the kiss and how strange it was to have him act like nothing had happened afterwards, you could see she was intrigued. Telling her about how both men kept asking about your relationship with the other, and how Chris had been oddly possessive of you all weekend, you weren’t surprised to hear her laughing by the end.
“Oh, [Y/F/N], they’ve got it bad, don’t they?” “It’s obvious Chris is into you, especially with his behavior. What’s strange is that he’s being so coy about it. See, Rob is good at unintentionally worming his way into your heart. Chris? Not so much. He tells it like it is, I’ve never seen him hint at anything and hope someone will figure out what he means.”
“So, what are you going to do?” When you merely shrugged, she emptied her glass, and, standing from the chair, leaned over to look you in the eyes. Bracing one hand on the edge of the couch, she gave you the best advice she could under the circumstances. 
“You can’t just ignore the issue and hope it’ll magically fix itself. You need to talk to them.” “But hey, have some fun, ya know? This is supposed to be a party - c’mon, do you want another drink?”
Smiling at her frank advice, you realized she was right. You didn’t have to decide anything right this second. In fact, you didn’t have to commit to anything at all. With that thought came some semblance of relief. And suddenly, you decided to worry about potential relationships later and just focus on enjoying your Saturday night.
As midnight came and wore on into early morning, you found yourself wandering out onto the balcony, sweat beading at your temples from the exertion of dancing with the girls. The air was unseasonably warm, a light breeze bringing with it the smell of pine from the trees surrounding the hotel. When the voices inside grew louder for a split second, you turned to see Chris had followed you outside.
“Hey.” A small smile twitched at the corner of his mouth as he approached the railing you leaned against. 
“Hey Chris, what’s up?” 
“Apparently we need to have a talk.” Turning to look back over his shoulder, you leaned around his lanky frame to see Kim waving through the window. When the man had turned back to face you, it was to see you rolling your eyes at the woman winking from the other side of the glass.
“Sure Chris, let’s talk.” The several drinks flowing through your bloodstream brought with it a certain bluntness you only possessed during such times.
Crossing arms under your breasts and staring up at the man who’d stopped only a few inches in front of you, you wondered if he’d gotten that close purposely or if, like you, he was a few drinks in and incapable of judging his distance. 
“I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier. How I have no right to be upset at you for dating Rob…and, you’re right.” “But, I–”
“I know I’m right, Chris - there’s never been an–”
The way the man looked at you just then had the sentence dying on your lips before you could finish the words. Clearly there was more he wanted to say. The smallest drop of moisture landed on your upturned cheek then, several others falling from the sky to land on the fabric of your dress. The breeze picked up then, a gentle gust dancing through the tendrils of your hair, sending the strands playing across your shoulders and back. 
Far from one to let a little rain dissuade you, you returned your attention to Chris, waiting for him to continue. When he stood there staring at you instead of talking, you tried to prompt him.
“But, what Chris?” “You’ve never had a hard time telling me exactly what you’re thinking. I mean, hell, it was your tough love that made me realize I didn’t need anyone’s approval on my work. It’s how I found my style, and it’s how I stopped waiting around for the people in my life to give me their blessing on how I should live in general.”
The moisture fell in heavier drops now, the wetness collecting on your shoulders and staining your dress a red so dark it was nearly black. Brushing the hair from your face, you waited to see if he’d say anything at all, or if he’d simply continue to stare at you.
*****
She was waiting for him to explain himself, and, as he stared down at her, he desperately wished he could. He wanted to be able to tell her that he thought about her all the time. He wanted to be able to tell her that he didn’t like her dating Rob, not because he was a bad man or that he was jealous, but because he desperately wanted to keep her all to himself. And he wanted to tell her that his interest in her had begun that fateful day all those years ago when she’d knocked him flat on his ass. But how did you tell one of your best friends that you were essentially in love with them, especially when she was intrigued by this other man. He knew Rob would be good for her, even if he told her he wasn’t. He wanted to say all of that, and yet, the words simply didn’t come. 
He was un-surprised when she sighed, realizing in that moment that as much as he said they should talk, that he either wouldn’t or couldn’t. Stepping around her friend, she was several feet away when his hand closed around her wrist, spinning the woman back into his very solid chest. Tipping her chin up with one hand, his lips were on hers before she knew how to react.
*****
Tensing, the kiss was unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome. Your hands exploring his chest as his lips roved over yours. Crushing your body against his warmth, he put all of the words he wanted to say into that kiss. Starting gentle, the intensity deepening with each passing moment, he brought his other hand up to join the first in cradling your face. When he stepped back a few moments later his eyebrows knit together in confusion when you laughed to yourself. 
“If that wasn’t the most cliche thing I’ve ever experienced…” Your eyes were bright with mirth as you tried to explain. Trouble was, that had been some kiss. Truth was, you were a little breathless, and maybe a little wanting more of the same. 
Pulling you into a spine-crushing hug, his scent washed over you again and you inhaled, closing your eyes and just absorbing the moment. With a reluctant sigh, you pulled away. This complicated things. While the two of you still needed to talk, you were pretty sure you knew exactly what he had to say. 
Rejoining the party, it appeared as though people had started drifting off to their own rooms, as the conversations had quieted and broken off into small clusters. Lowering yourself back onto the couch, the flames still crackled along a half-burned log, red embers glowing at their base. 
Looking around the room, you noted Clif laughing with a very inebriated Jensen and Misha. Briana, Kim and Ruth sat across from the pair with their own drinks, the conversation still flowing even as it approached two in the morning. Kicking off your shoes, you curled your feet up under your body, smoothing the dress over your legs. Eyes sliding out of focus as Chris’ kiss replayed in your mind, you startled when a set of calloused hands landed on your shoulders. Rob massaged the tense muscles for a moment before leaning over your shoulder to press a soft kiss to your cheek. 
“Hey beautiful.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
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kazosa · 6 years
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Summary: The Reader and Rich have known each other for eight years. Rich (who has never been married) thought knew everything there was to know about you. When SDCC comes around, you tell Rich you want to go and he makes sure you get to go. Once there, Rich finds out that he doesn’t know everything about you and who you used to date. Emotions and jealousy flare!
Pairing: Richard Speight, Jr. x Reader/You
Word count: it’s in the “holy moly” zone ……..7100
Warnings: Fluff, Angst. (I also use bad language and dirty jokes, though not always)
Square Filled: Accidental Confession
A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo
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    It was Friday morning in San Diego. Rich’s flight arrived from Vancouver the day before and (Y|N) was supposed to be with him but some airline FUBAR had left her at the terminal to make other arrangements.
    “Rich,” you assured him, “I promise, I’ll get there as soon as I can, even if I have to drive, I’ll get there by Saturday.”
    “Nope. There has to be a better solution. There’s gotta be something else we can do,” he argued. That was one thing you were sure he loved to do.
    “Yes, and that’s for you to get where you are contractually obligated to be,” you put your hands on his shoulders and tried to turn him toward the gate.
    Rich was one of the best men you had ever known, and it gave you a jittery flutter every time he looked at you like that. That look that said he wanted more from you, but you just couldn’t take that next step with him. You were gun-shy and poor Rich was being as much a gentleman as ever.
    Grudgingly, he’d gotten on the plane, knowing she was right had not made the decision any easier. He liked (Y|N), a lot. Ever since she’d started on the show, he’d noticed her. Things had never worked out to where he could ask her out on a date. Either he’d been seeing someone, or she was. He did notice one thing, he’d never seen her date another actor. She didn’t really talk about her personal life. In showbusiness, people either couldn’t keep their personal live private or they were bulldogs of privacy.
    Rob and he were in the greenroom waiting until everything was ready for the walk around the floor. Rich pulled out his phone and checked his texts and social media again.
    “Dude,” Rob said next to him, “she’ll be here.”
    “Robbie, I shoulda stayed,” he lamented.
    “She knows how to fend for herself,” Rob reasoned.
    Snapping out of his worried mood, he made sure he had his pass properly secured on his lanyard and left with Rob to go do press.
    Your original flight with Rich got messed up. You were supposed to fly with him to San Diego, but the airline overbooked the flight. As usual, everyone was too important to take a later flight, and since you didn’t NEED to be in San Diego until the next day, you gave up your spot and took the next available flight. Unfortunately for you, that meant spending the night in the terminal to get the early flight out the next morning.
    Sleep in the terminal had been elusive at best and you weren’t feeling very cordial when your flight finally started boarding. The airline didn’t even give you the courtesy of upgrading your seat. Once you’d settled in your seat, you got out your headphones, putting them around your neck, preparing for the long flight to San Diego. You got your phone out of your purse and text Rich that you were in your seat then started looking for some music to drown out any of the flight noises.
    “Supernatural, huh?”
    You hadn’t been fast enough. Your neighbor to your left was feeling chatty. The girl next to you couldn’t have been more than twenty-five. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and was dressed like a Winchester, many layers and a flannel shirt.
    After your night on the terminal floor, you’d changed into your spare clothes, comfy plaid lounge pants and a solid black Supernatural shirt with an anti-possession symbol on the breast pocket. You squirmed in your seat, both for the unwelcome intrusion (and clear “I don’t want to talk” headphones around your neck) and to get comfy. All you wanted to do was get some sleep on the flight. Any little bit would help for your long day in San Diego. It would have to wait, you knew ignoring her wouldn’t help.
    With a faint smile on your face, you nodded, “Yeah, I like it.”
    “I’ve never seen that shirt design before. Where did you get it?” she asked.
    “Amazon,” you lied.
    “Oh cool,” she turned in her seat to face you. “So. Are you a Sam-girl, or a Dean-girl?”
    It was a question every fan seemed to ask other fans. Knowing Jared and Jensen as well as you did, it was a tough question to answer. Usually, you told people you were a Dean girl, but this time was different.
    “Gabriel,” you answered.
    “Oh! I love Gabriel!” she exclaimed.
    Briefly, you thought, “Huh, me too.” Richard was the only person, in your opinion, that could ever play the mischievous archangel. If you hadn’t sworn off ever dating another actor eight years ago, you would have gone after Richard. You’d admired his work ethic, loyalty, the respect he gave people, generosity, humor…never mind you thought he was damned good looking. You had more than a little bit of a crush on him.
    You and your neighbor chatted on for a bit and about a half hour into the flight, she saw how tired you were and finally let you get some much-needed rest. You put your headphones on and started your playlist. Closing your eyes, you thought of Richard and his grey shirt that you liked, the way he left an extra button undone. Sometimes you thought he could read your mind with the way he would smirk at you. You fell asleep thinking about what it would be like to slip your hand inside that extra undone button…
      Making do with the sleep you got on the airplane, you went to your hotel for a quick shower, got into your con outfit, and got a cab to the convention center. Rich had sent you several texts while you were sleeping and on the way to your hotel.
    “Text me when you can.”
    “Are you on the ground?”
    “Where are you?”
               “In the cab, going to my hotel.”
    “There you are! Do you need a ride here?”
               “Rich, shouldn’t you be working?”
    You’d managed to get a cab to the hotel just fine, apparently, you were incapable of getting one again.
    “I’ll stop pestering you once you’re here.”
               “I doubt it. See you soon.”
    It never failed to make you get butterflies when you got a text from Rich. Of course, you were excited to go see him… and everyone else, but there was something about the texts. You passed off his concern for you as the friendly thing to do and nothing more. You liked Rich a lot, probably too much. The last time you’d dated someone you worked with, it hadn’t ended well. To make matters worse, he’d become mega-famous and you had to see his face everywhere. If you got together with Rich, you weren’t sure you could take it if it ended.
    Your cab driver pulled up to the convention center and let you out amongst the shocking amount of people that were outside the building lining up for their passes. Rich, of course, had told you exactly where to go to bypass the crowds so you could get your special access pass.
    “Name please?” the convention worker asked.
    “(Y|F|N)(Y|L|N),” you answered.
    Her head snapped up to look at you.
    “Oh good, you’re here! The Supernatural people have been… eager for you to get here,” she said and picked up her radio.
   Two other convention workers checked your ID and located your lanyard and other necessary items for your weekend at the con.
    “…could someone in the SPN group let him know she’s here?”
    You looked at one of the other girls, “Oh God. Has Rich been bugging you all?”
    “Not sure who was asking,” she answered. “Just that someone has been asking every fifteen minutes.”
    “Sorry,” you apologized, “I got here as soon as I could.”
    She handed you your pass with a smile. Putting it around your neck, you grabbed your things and they pointed you in the direction of the Supernatural green room.
      If it hadn’t been for the tattoos on her legs, he might not have recognized her. He, Rob and Misha were coming back from interviews when he saw her. He was so used to seeing her in cargo pants, occasional shorts, and tee shirts. A dress was new territory. She was even wearing high heels.
    “Hey you. About time you got here,” he was loud enough to get her attention.
    When she turned, she took his breath away. The hem of her dress flared out from her legs and the smile she had for him did him in. She seemed to glide across the floor as she closed the space between them. With her arms up stretched, he gladly gathered her to him for a hug. He held her tightly to him and managed to resist the strong urge to kiss her bare shoulder. After just a moment too long, he let her go and smiled a bit when her hand went up to smooth her hair.
    “Me? I’ve been here over an hour. I got to hear all about how you’ve been giving the staff a hard time,” you admonished him.
    “I am contractually obligated to do work while I’m here, miss,” he retorted. “Bob-o, when’s our next thing?”
    You were pretty certain that giving the event staff a run for their money was not the kind of work he should have been doing. You turned to Rob and he checked his watch and schedule on his phone.
    “Not for an hour and a half. We’ve got the signing thing,” he told Rich.
    “Perfect! We can go down to the floor and check out the booths,” he’d wanted to give you the full con experience since you’d first mentioned wanting to go.
    The floor was paced with people and Rich walked fast so you had to catch up to him in order not to lose him. You took his hand to both help stay with him and to make him slow down a little. He finally slowed and looked back at you in surprise but smiled and curled his fingers around yours. His eyes were so warm. You knew you were walking a fine line with him, but you were starting not to care.
    There were quite a few cool booths and Rich introduced you to people you never knew he knew. He had a lot of cool friends and acquaintances. He groaned a little when you made him stop at the Charlie the Impala booth.
    “C’mon, Rich! Jensen won’t let us touch Baby, we can sit in this one!” you were begging. You got to see the Impala’s on set, of course, but you couldn’t get near the “hero” cars.
    Rich talked to the owner, who, of course, recognized Rich and he let you both get in the car next.
    “You two want a picture?” he asked. “We can get one for you. And if you don’t mind, can we take pictures for the website?”
    You were all for it as long as you got to sit in it with Rich. Richard hemmed and hawed, as you walked around the gorgeous car. You stuck your head in the passenger window and looked at your friends’ signatures all over the dash. Rich finally came over and leaned in the driver’s side window to look at you.
    “Let’s do this,” his voice was a low rumble and it gave you a jolt up your spine. He probably had no idea how sexy he could be.
    Your excitement for the car took over and you reached for the door handle and yanked it open. The vinyl of the seat groaned slightly with your weight as you slid in and closed the door. Sitting still for a moment, you just took it all in. The car owner had done a really good job restoring the car. It was absolutely perfect, and it even smelled like an old car. You knew you shouldn’t be surprised, but it was just more than you could have hoped for. Charlie was a sexy car. The only thing you needed was to drive one of them. Maybe you could bribe Jensen and the car guys to let you take one out sometime.
    “Ready for the picture?” the photographer came over to where Rich was in the driver’s seat.
    Rich moved his left arm to rest on top of the down window, his right arm on the top of the bench seat. He looked at you and raised his eyebrow, his head tipping his head ever so slightly away, motioning for you to come over. You didn’t need to be asked twice and you carefully slid across the seat and tucked into Rich’s side. Slouching in the seat, you rested your head on his shoulder.
    Like most photo ops you’d ever done, you got precious seconds of time before the picture snapped and it was over. After the quick photo, and you were both out of the car, Rich checked his phone for messages.
    “Robbie’s losing his mind,” he smirked. “Ten texts asking where we are.”
    You watched him type a response and hit send.
    “How much time do you have? Are you late?” you asked.
    “Still got ten minutes, but he’s three already, freaking out,” he told you.
    Though the SPN signing booth wasn’t far, it took at least ten minutes to make it to the booth. The people around Rich either parted like the Red Sea, or they crowded around wanting to talk or say hello. Rich had taken your hand this time. Looking over at him, it was hard not to appreciate the extra button undone on his gray shirt. He looked so damn good. A flood of dirty thoughts ran through your head. To distract yourself, you tried to think of a word that adequately described what you wanted to do to Rich.
    “Devour,” you murmured.
    Rich must have heard you, “You hungry?”
    “Um…” you couldn’t think of a good cover, “oh look, here we are!”
      The fellas all came over to “ooh” and “ahh” over (Y|N) and her “con dress” and her, he supposed. She looked really good. She’d done up her hair and he noticed she’d put on a little makeup. It was a look he wasn’t used to seeing on her. Of course, he thought she looked cute in her cargo pants and tee shirts with boots. He thought she looked cute after a long day and her hair would be a mess. It irked him a little how the boys were all fawning over her, but he said nothing.
    About a half hour into the signings, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to find (Y|N)’s gorgeous face smiling at him.
    “Rich, if you don’t mind, I saw a few friends when I got in and want to go say hi,” she said.
    “Sure, do what you want. I’ll be here a bit longer,” he said.
    Watching her dress sway as she walked away, he appreciated the shape of her. Again, he thought about taking her out to dinner. Just (Y|N) and him, no one else. They always had a great time together, but there were always other people around.
    When the crowds dwindled for signings, it gave Rich a chance to look around and see where (Y|N) was. When he finally spotted her, he was a little surprised at who she was with. He moved down the line to Jensen, the one person who knew her better than herself.
    “Did you know (Y|N) knew Norman Reedus?” he asked Jensen.
    Jensen looked quickly at rich then finished his signing. He followed Rich’s gaze to where (Y|N) was talking and laughing with the man in question.
    “Dude, I thought you two talked?” Jensen asked.
    “She obviously knows the guy, right?”
    Jensen finished up with the last person in his line and turned back to Rich.
    “Uh, yeah, she knows him. You really need to talk to her about it though,” Jensen told him.
    “What? You obviously know something I don’t. What’s the deal?” Rich asked.
    Jensen moved him away from the cluster of people in their booth.
    “Look man, she’d kill me if she knew I told you this,” Jensen looked Rich dead in the eye to make his point. “Before she came to us, she worked on The Walking Dead for a season and a half. They were…close.”
    “She’s been over there a while…” he said more to himself, not quite processing what he said until, “What do you mean they were ‘close’?”
    Jensen sighed. “Richard, they dated. Couple years. They’re still friends, but it’s still hard for her. You tell her I told you any of this,” he clapped his hands loudly and spread them wide, “disavowed. Done.”
    “Dramatic much?”
    “I’m serious. You want to know more, ask her. I don’t do girl-talk,” Jensen told him and grabbed his discarded jacket and left the area with Clif and Jared.
    Rich had known (Y|N) a while and she had never mentioned that she had dated one of the most recognizable people in showbusiness. Not even a casual mention of even knowing te guy. Not even a word about even working on The Walking Dead. Not a peep about being friends with him. They’d gotten close over the last eight years and it hurt his feelings a little that it never came up. He watched them talking happily for a few moments before he’d had enough and decided to interrupt.
    His pass easily got him access behind the scenes and he found Norman and (Y|N) in the backstage part of The Walking Dead signing booth. He turned the corner and found them talking quietly together. He didn’t like the way Norman was looking at her. (Y|N) was beautiful, even when she wasn’t wearing a dress that showed off her figure and legs. Did Norman even appreciate how messy her hair would get at work or how cute she was bundled up for winter? Did Norman have a hat that she would snatch off his head and wear around just to annoy him?
    “Hey!” he came striding up like he was king shit of the con.
    You turned around startled by the loud sound of Rich’s voice that came from behind you.
    “Oh my God, Rich, you scared me!” you put your hand over your heart in hopes of stilling the mad pace it was keeping. “Are you on break?”
    “No, no. We’re done,” he was feeling a little pissy. “Got done and couldn’t find you. Thought I lost you.”
    “I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I didn’t think I’d been gone that long. I lose track of time when I’m with Norman.”
    Feeling like a child caught in a lie, you didn’t think to introduce the two men. Instead, Norman stood up and introduced himself.
    “Hi, I’m Norman, nice to meet you,” Norman said, not missing the irritation in Rich’s eyes.
    “Richard,” he said, sizing him up.
    You watched the weird vibe between the two men before you realized that you were probably late to meet up with Kim and Briana in the greenroom. Being dressed up, you didn’t have on your usual watch and couldn’t check the time. Instead you grabbed Rich’s wrist to look at his watch.
    “Damnit Norm, I’m late to meet up with Kim and Bri, told them I’d be there by now. This always happens!” You were only half angry with him. It had been good to see him and things had gone well and weren’t too awkward. You turned back to Rich, “I’m sorry, I gotta go.”
    “Go. I’ll catch up. I want to chat with Norman for a sec,” Rich told you, letting you off the hook.
    You hated being late and you felt bad for taking off on Rich again, but at least he was understanding. Not knowing what else to do you gave Rich a hug and kissed his cheek. Norm always gave you warm hugs and his full attention. That part had never changed. The lights were dimmer backstage so he had off his sunglasses. Reaching for him, he pulled you in and you saw the slightest wink as he brought you in close. Holding the embrace a bit too long and a bit more lewd than usual, you could feel Rich’s eyes burning into your back. As Norm released you, his hands cupped your face and he kissed you softly on the lips.
    With your back still turned, you looked at Norman and mouthed the words “What the fuck?”
    Norm just smirked and said, “See ya later, sweetheart,” and nudged you on your way.
    Rich’s gaze followed (Y|N) as she walked away, he sound of her heels clicking on the cement floor, her dress swaying side to side with each step. It was mesmerizing, but he made himself turn back to Norman.
    “So, you work with her, huh?” Norm asked, noticing the glare. “She’s amazing.”
    “I agree. Hard worker. Great friend,” Richard assented.
    “God, she looks good. You seeing her?” Norm asked, hoping to get an emphatic response.
    Rich narrowed his eyes at the man in front of him.
    “No, we’re just friends,” he crossed his arms.
    Norm looked over his shoulder in the direction of where (Y|N) had disappeared.
    “Think she’d take me back?” Norm knew he was needling him, it was all over his face, but he kept going. “We’re gonna meet up later, you wanna come?”
    Having never spoken to Norman before, Rich couldn’t tell if he was being baited or not, but it got his blood pressure up anyway.
    “I don’t know what happened between you two, but if it was enough to make her walk, I would put money on her not taking you back. As for the meet up, I’ll have to get back to you on that,” he was done talking. “Nice meeting you.”
    Norman had always been good at reading a situation and had noticed the way Richard was looking at (Y|N). If that guy didn’t have feeling for her at least a little bit, he would eat his shirt. Richard had jealousy written all over his face.
    “Hey man, if you’re into her, just say so,” Norman said. “She’s cool as hell.”
    Rich wanted to tell Norman that his and (Y|N)’s personal lives were none of his business, but he held back. They were backstage, but it was still a very public place and the last thing he wanted to do was create a scene and get (Y|N) drug into the middle of it.
    “Thanks for the advice,” he said sarcastically and finally walked away.
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      Rich was taking his sweet time getting back, you’d noticed. Every time the door opened, you checked to see if it was him. You hoped that Norman wasn’t giving him too hard of a time. You really wanted them to get along. Your feet were also killing you and you really wanted to get back to the hotel to get into more comfortable clothes. It was fun to look pretty for a while, but ma, was it painful.
    “Do you need to get back to your hotel?” Kim asked.
    You looked at the door again and then to your phone for the clock. Norman was only in town for a few more hours and you needed to get going, but you wanted to wait for Richard.
    “Um…yeah,” you gave her a sheepish smile. “I was hoping to go back to the hotel with Rich.”
    “I’m sure he bumped into ten people he knows. You know how it is with him,” Kim reasoned.
    You did know what it was like. Everybody loved Rich. That wink that Norm gave you though. What was that about? And the kiss right before you went back to the greenroom? It was pretty innocent, and the only thing you felt was the burning heat of Richard’s glare into your back, but he hadn’t let you in on the fact that he was going to do it.
    “Yeah,” you said to Kim, “I need to get out of these clothes. I feel weird in them.”
    “I bet Rich will help you get out of them,” Briana chimed in.
    Kim burst out laughing.
    “C’mon, (Y|N), you had to have noticed the way he looks at you,” Kim said.
    “I bet he’d rip your dress off with his teeth,” Briana mused.
    “Stop!” you pleaded. Before you had time to be fully embarrassed, you turned to see Rich staring back at you.
       What the hell was that? Who the hell did he think he was treating (Y|N) like that? What was he trying to get at? Was he deliberately trying to make me mad, ‘cause that was sure as hell working. And why didn’t (Y|N) tell him off, or even tell him that she knew one of the most recognizable faces in showbusiness, let alone that she had dated the guy? Did she want him all over her like that? Was she wanting to get back together with him, too?
    He had no business being angry, and he knew it. He had no claim on her, but he wanted to. He wanted her. He wanted her to have eyes for no one but him. He went down the corridor and past the SPN greenroom door, he wasn’t ready to go back in there yet. Instead, he continued walking and thought about what to do for the evening.
    There was no way he was going to let (Y|N) go to that meet up without him. After all, he was invited, right? He needed to know if there was anything left between the two of them. He wasn’t they type of guy to not go after the woman he wanted, but he also wasn’t one to get in the way when he wasn’t wanted in return.
    Finally making a decision about what he was going to do, he turned around and went back to the SPN greenroom. He took a calming breath and gently pushed open the door. He could hear Briana talking.
    “I bet he’d rip your dress off with his teeth.”
    Had he walked in on them talking about Norman? Carefully, he stepped inside just as he heard (Y|N) say ‘stop’. She turned toward him like she was going to head for the door.
    “There you are!” she exclaimed. “I was worried you fell in,” or that he’d killed Norman, “Are you ready to go?”
    “Yeah, I’m ready,” he said.
    Your feet were screaming at you now and you started walking toward the door again.
    “Ladies,” Rich waved at them and followed you out.
      You didn’t know what happened with Rich and Norm after you took off, but you were going to kill Norm anyway. Rich seemed pissed off about what had happened, and you felt like you had some explaining to do. The trick was, how do you bring it up without setting him off again? You were getting close to the outer doors and were grateful that the event staff had a discreet car service for people that needed to leave and not want to be seen. Rich opened the door to the suv for you and let you get in first. Once the door was closed, the silence was broken.
    “How long have we known each other?” he was blunt.
    “About eight years,” you were quiet.
    “In all that time, you never thought to mention that you knew Norman Reedus, or that you dated him?” his voice was accusatory.
    “It never really came up, Rich. You don’t talk about the people you’ve dated either, and we don’t ask one another about them,” you pointed out. “And since when do you care?”
    He fell silent again. You could feel him fuming next to you. You wanted to assure him, but you didn’t know how. You weren’t ready to tell him how you felt.
    “Eight years,” he grumbled, “that’s a long time to keep that little nugget tucked away. I guess if I ever need to keep a secret, I know who to tell.”
    “Are you really mad at me for not telling you?”
    “Yeah, I guess I am,” he turned back to the window.
    The last thing you wanted was for Rich to be mad at you, but he had no reason for it. He was acting like…
    “Oh my god,” you whispered.
    “What?” he growled.
    Now you understood why Norman did the things he’d done. He’d seen it right away. You couldn’t believe how stupid you’d been. Too shocked, you had no words of explanation for Rich.
    “Nothing,” you squeaked out and the rest of the ride to the hotel was silent.
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      When you got back to the hotel, Rich walked you to your room to make sure you got in safely. He was still upset, you could see, and he was going to leave to go to his room if you didn’t stop him.
    “Rich, would you at least come inside and talk to me?” you pleaded. The silent ride back to the hotel had been awful.
    Resignation crossed over his features as he walked inside.
    “Okay, I admit, it was shitty of me not to tell you. I hope you will forgive me. I didn’t really want to talk about him. Whenever I’ve told a guy I’ve gone out with him, they get weird on me, so I just stop,” you sat down on your bed and finally took off your shoes. “Will you at least come out with us tonight?”
    “Why? I thought you two looked pretty chummy back there at the con,” he said, that hint of anger still there. “Wouldn’t want to get in the way of anything.”
    He wasn’t ready to listen yet.
    “Okay, fine,” you were exhausted. “I can’t make you go. Sit in your hotel room and be a miserable shit the rest of the night.” If he wanted to be Dick, you could play that game, too. “Maybe we’ll get back together and I can just tell you all of the details then.”
    He bit back using Norman’s own words, “See ya later, sweetheart.”
      You’d tried to lay down for a while after your shower, but you were too wound up to sleep. You had on your skinny jeans and your favorite going out top as you laid on your bed, contemplating the fuckery you had just participated in. Of course, you understood where Rich was coming from, but he was being an ass. He seemed to assume that because Norman was around that you would just go running back into his arms? You’d wanted to tell him that he was jealous for no reason. You’d wanted to tell him all of it when he was in your hotel room, but the jerk had taken out his jealousy on you instead. Even so, you still felt a little bad about needling him further, but only a little.
    A knock at your door both startled you and gave you hope. Maybe Rich had gotten over it enough and was coming to get you? You sprang out of bed and rushed to the door.
    “Rich?” you said, opening the door.
    “I fucking knew it. You do have a thing for that guy,” Norman said with a smug look on his face.
    “What the fuck are you doing here? I thought we were meeting down at the bar?” you were dumbfounded. Norman had always been the king of incognito where you were concerned.
    “Nice to see you, too. Can I come in or are you gonna leave my ass hanging out in the hall?” he asked.
    “What for?”
    “Geeze, no faith. I have a plan for you and Mr. Growly,” he said, still smirking.
    You pushed the door open and let your former lover in, wondering what in the hell he had cooked up in the few hours you’d been apart.
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           You sat at a high-top table with your Supernatural friends, Briana and Kim on either side. Norman was off getting you another Cap ‘n’ Coke. You’d really thought that Rich would show up. The lack of his presence at your table was more than a little noticeable. Rich was the kind of guy that thrived on his friendships and it just didn’t feel right to not have him there. The mood of the table was off.
    Norman came back with your drink and noticed that Mr. Growly still hadn’t showed up. He handed (Y|N) her drink, of which she took a big gulp before he could warn her.
    When she started coughing, he said, “Hey that’s mostly rum,” with a chuckle.
    “No shit,” you coughed.
    “Better finish it off,” Norman said in your ear, “he just walked in.”
    Knowing he was right and that you would need the brace, you took another big gulp. Norm’s plan was going to require you to be more of jerk than you were used to. Norm squeezed your shoulder in reassurance. He was an actor, after all, he knew how to make it look good for the audience. When he told you his plan, you socked him in the shoulder and told him he better not make it look TOO real.
    Rich came strolling over to the table, saying hello to everyone, but barely acknowledging you and Norman. It stung a bit, but you still tried to do what Norman had told you.
    “Hi Rich, I thought you weren’t coming,” you tried to be casual.
    “Yeah, well, here I am,” he said, obviously bitter and faking his glib tone.
    Jesus, Norman was right, you thought. You were right, too, if you were being honest. He was acting like a jealous teenager. What had been hard to accept was that it was because of you. The conversation at the table continued on as though Rich had been there the whole time, but the energy coming off of him was palpable, he was practically sizzling.
    “So, sweetheart, when are you gonna come back to Georgia? It’s been stupid crazy down there since you left. You really need to come back and hang out with us,” Norman said to you, but loud enough that the whole table heard.
    “Oh, I don’t know,” you said, playing along. “I have a few things to take care of in Vancouver, but once the season is done, I can come down and get back together with you all.”
    Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Jesus, I can feel the daggers coming off of him.
    “Yes! That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Norm said expertly, and Rich took a drink from his own glass.
    The chords of a very familiar song began to play on the jukebox. Elvis’ version of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” filled the bar.
    Norman grabbed your arm and pulled you off your bar stool.
    “C’mon, doll, they’re playing our song!” he said.
    He led you out into the small dance floor by the jukebox and pulled you close. You put your arms around his broad shoulders and started swaying to the music with him.
    “We don’t have a song, Norm,” you said into his ear.
    “I know that, but your guy doesn’t know that,” he said. He was clearly having fun with this role.
    “What’s he doing?” you asked.
    “Killing me with his mind,” he chuckled and put his hand on your shoulder, slowly moving you in a circle. “You know, I was mostly serious about you coming down to Georgia. It would be cool to have you back.”
    “Norm,” you said, “I like where I am. I like the people I work with, and…” you caught sight of Rich and saw the hurt and the anger all the way across the space between you.
    “And you kind of love him,” he finished.
    “Yeah, I think I do. I’d like to find out anyway,” you admitted.
   “I should never have let you go,” he said. “I hope he makes you happy, (Y|N). I mean that. Now, laugh a little and touch my face.”
    You were feeling a little melancholy for the time you’d had with Norman, but what you’d had with him wasn’t the same. It hadn’t been that hard to walk away. Norm was a great guy and you loved him, but it just wasn’t what either of you deserved. The thought of Rich never speaking to you again, of him not being in your life, it wasn’t something you wanted to think about. You reached up and brushed back his hair from Norm’s forehead. He growled a little, kissed your cheek, then pressed his cheek to yours as he continued dancing with you.
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      “Where the hell have you been, I thought you’d be here an hour ago,” Briana scolded.
    He’d seriously debated even showing up. He didn’t want to be around to see (Y|N) and Norman rekindle their romance, but he thought he might have a chance to stop it if he could just get her alone.
    Briana nudged him and pointed to (Y|N) and Norman on the dancefloor, “You just gonna let that go, Dick?”
    He didn’t say anything, he just observed the two dancing. It wasn’t until she touched his face that he had enough and got up from his seat and crossed over to where they were.
       “Mind if I cut in?” he asked when they stopped to look at him.
    Norm looked from Rich to you and back again before he said, “Nah, man, not at all.”
    Rich looked like acid was shooting out of his eyes, but you were interested to see where this went and if Norman’s plan had worked or not. As he was getting past you to go back to the group, he gave you a swat on the ass, startling you but still making you smile.
    “Did he just?? I’m gonna kill him!” he was seething.
    “Rich, stop it! He’s just helping,” you tried to calm him. You’d never seen him like this before and it was a little unsettling, but also a little hot.
    “Helping? Helping what? Himself to you?”
    “You better be very careful about what you say next, mister Speight,” you warned, still letting him take you in his arms for another slow song.
    “Me? Please tell me you didn’t fall for anything he said…” his words were dripping with derision.
    “Excuse the hell out of me?” you said.
    “You aren’t really going to go back to Georgia, are you?” he mocked.
    “It’s not like I have anything in Vancouver that is going to keep me there. Besides, Norm will keep me busy,” you said.
    “Oh, I bet he will. From what I saw, he was already keeping you plenty busy,” he said.
    “Who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that? You’ve never made the slightest move on me, never once said you were even the least bit interested in me. You don’t even know Norman,” you were hurt and you decided you’d had enough of that day. “Why the fuck do you suddenly care who I dance with?” You pushed him away hard.
    He stared at you for a moment, a rush of emotions crossing his face.
    “Why do I care?! Because I love you!”
    There was a marked drop in the noise level in the bar. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you, including all of your friends from Supernatural.
    “Oh hell no! You don’t just get to say that and expect everything to be all hunky dory, nah!” you said and walked off the dance floor to the nearest door, fearing you might pass out if you didn’t get outside immediately.
    Your panic factor was kicking in hardcore. You needed to get out of there. The walls were suddenly too close and there were people seemingly everywhere. Finding a long hall to the restrooms, you kept going straight for the door at the end of the hallway that had an “exit” sign hung on it. You didn’t know what you’d expected to happen with forcing Rich’s hand, but you hadn’t expected that. To have him say it out loud like that… but why did he have to be such a dick about it?
    Finally, outside in the fresh air, you were able to breathe again. If every convention was like this, you weren’t sure you wanted to go to anymore. It was almost too much to bear. The familiar sting began in your nose and traveled to your eyes, the tears filling your eyes making it difficult to see. You turned your back to the sound of the ‘exit’ door opening and returning to closed.
    “(Y|N)?” he said from behind you. “Do you love him?”
    “Go fuck yourself, Rich,” you said, your throat thick with emotion.
    “I gotta know, darlin’,” he said, the pain evident in his voice.
    “Oh, now I’m ‘darlin’, huh?” you were done hiding your hurt. “Yes, I love Norm, always will. And before you go off half-cocked again, it’s not what you think. We just couldn’t make it work. We were better friends than we were ever anything else. I see him once, maybe twice a year.”
    “Then why was he all over you like that out there?” he asked, inching closer to you.
    “I think there was a small part of him… maybe both of us, that wanted to see if the old spark was still there,” you admitted. “It might have been there for him, but it wasn’t for me.”
    “What changed?” he asked, getting within arm’s reach of you.
    “I fell in love with my Dick of a best friend,” you said, finally looking at him.
    He moved in a blur. His hands cradling your head as his lips crashed into yours. His strong arms moved down and crushed your body to his and you responded in turn. For so long, you’d wanted to know what it was like to be in just that position, it was like heaven, if it were a hot and steamy place. You wanted to devour him. His lips didn’t need to force yours apart, you wanted all of him just the way he wanted you. Not realizing he’d been guiding you to the wall until it was pressed against your back, you moaned into him as you felt him pressing hard against you. His tongue swirling and lapping at your own sent you into a state of euphoria. After a few moments, the passion you both felt slowed down and he leaned back, his body still holding you firmly to the wall behind you.
    “What do we do now?” his thumb stroked your jaw.
    “I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out.” 
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A New Life Chapter 12: Goodbye
Dean Winchester x Reader
1100 Words
Story Summary: You’re a Demon who is trying to erase all the bad you’ve done, by helping the Winchesters. But the price to be good can be too much, even for a crossroads demon.
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Cas had his arm roughly pressed against your upper chest, making sure you weren't able to go anywhere, his blue eyes scanning you, making sure he was correct. It was scary, knowing this man could kill you at any second, with a press of his fingers or the scary knife pressed against your throat.
Shifting your eyes Dean's way, wanting nothing more to plead with him to help you. Watching as he opened and closed his mouth, trying to make sense of what his friend was telling him. Sam was standing behind Dean, ready at a moment's notice to offer his older brother support. Sure, you weren't like the other Demons, not at all. But Sam and Dean were hunters, and they killed Monsters like you every day. They wouldn't stop to consider the fact that you might not be as bad as the rest.
"What do you mean she's a Demon? She can't be," Dean finally spoke, hoping that this was all some sort of a joke. Waiting for Cas to back off, to laugh. But Cas wasn't moving, and you weren't sure the Angel had ever told a joke in his life.
"Didn't you test her?" Cas asked, pressing the blade closer, pricking your skin, making you squirm, your eyes wide with fright.
"Of course we..." Dean answered, before looking to Sam for help. Both men thought for a moment before shrugging their shoulders. "I thought we had." Dean finally answered weakly.
Staying silent and still, scared that one wrong move would send that knife through your neck, you kept your gaze on Dean. Pleading with the man you had already fallen in love with to give you a chance. To think before he automatically signed your death warrant.
Dean was staring at you, his expression breaking your heart. In his eyes was a glimmer of hope that this was all a big misunderstanding, that Cas would laugh and put his knife away. But the set of his shoulders and the line of his jaw proved that he was already readying himself for heartbreak, knowing nothing good ever lasted for him.
"Wait, maybe she was possessed after we met her," Sam suggested hopefully, not liking the look of sadness in his brother's eyes.
"Dean I..." You start to say, wanting to explain yourself, hoping he wouldn't hate you after you did. Before you could get the rest of the words out, Cas pushed the knife farther, and you felt a thin line of blood drip down your neck, a flash of orange coming from the wound.
"Who are you? What have you done with Y/N?" Cas asked, but before you could answer, you felt the familiar pull start to flow through you, and you knew what was coming. Turning to Dean, you tried once again. "Dean I never meant to hurt you, I just wanted.."
Before you could finish, you were transported back to hell, to Crowley's personal office, landing in the leather armchair placed across from his dark ebony desk.
Reaching up with a shaky hand, you touched your throat, pulling away to see it was still slightly bleeding. Crowley was seated behind his desk, his head buried in a book, his attention far away from you. You were relieved, it gave you a moment to settle yourself. After all, you had just confessed your love, been assaulted, and your true identity found out, all in less than an hour. It was exhausting, an emotionally zapping day, even for a Demon that wasn't supposed to have emotions.
Crowley's summoning couldn't have come at a better time, any later and you might have been dead. But now your relationship with Dean was definitely over, along with your only chance to do good, to be good.
You looked back towards Crowley, noticing he was still engrossed in his book. Last time you had seen Crowley, he had said he was planning on leaving you alone for a while, so you wondered what had changed his mind.
"Crowley, what did you need?" You asked.
"I've decided to pull you from your watching the Winchesters. Nothings come of it so far, and I've decided I need you for more important things," he told you, never looking up, his eyes still glued to the large book in front of him.
Sitting there, you realized that Crowley had unknowingly given you the best thing. If he had ordered you back to them, you would be dead in seconds, either by that Angels blade or by Dean himself.
You really didn't want to leave the Winchesters and their bunker. You had grown quite fond of Sam, the overgrown hunter had slowly turned into your best friend, and the two of you had spent many hours talking about books in the library, sharing your love of vintage stories.
And Dean. Just thinking about him brought tears to your eyes. Dean had given you something you had never thought possible as a Demon, a chance at love. He meant so much to you, and now you had to walk away, and never see him again.
"Earth to Y/N." You heard Crowley say, and you left your depressing thoughts behind, lest Crowley found out and used them against you.
"Sorry," you apologized. Crowley put his heavy book down, and stared at you, causing you to squirm in your seat.
"Is there trouble in paradise?" Crowley asked, standing up, moving towards his bookshelf to replace the book.
As he turned back, you shook your head no, not wanting to explain what happened.
"I'm the King of Hell, darling I can tell when you're lying." He said, sitting next to you, his calm demeanor confusing you. You relented, telling him that your cover had been blown, but leaving out the fact that you were in love with Dean, and that he at one point had returned those feelings.
Crowley rubbed his chin in thought, before standing up and smoothing down his black dress shirt. "So now you're probably on the Winchesters list. What do you think we should do?"
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mrswhozeewhatsis · 5 years
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21 Supernatural Questions
Thanks to @sammit-janet for helping me procrastinate tonight!
1. When did you start watching Supernatural?
Early December, 2014. I’d been sick for a month, already, and had run out of other shows I wanted to watch. I decided to watch that show that Misha Collins was on that my goddaughters used to watch. I got through 9.5 seasons by Christmas. That first hellatus was awful, and it’s how I got into the fandom. I needed more, found con videos, then fan fiction, and the rest is history!
2. Who is your favorite in TFW?
It depends on the day. I usually say I’m Winchester-sexual, angel-curious!
3. Who is your least favorite in TFW?
Ugh. I don’t dislike any of them (though I miss BAMF early-seasons Cas who didn’t bleed much and could do things regular hunters couldn’t like see demons’ faces). If I had to rank them, I probably obsess over Cas the least.
4. Tag your top 5 Supernatural blogs.
You’d ask me who my favorite children were, too, wouldn’t you? Not falling for that!
5. Who is your favorite character (not including TFW)?
You’re killing me. You’re really killing me. I CAN’T PICK. Chuck? Donna? Jody? Rowena? I love John and Mary, but I don’t get squishy when I watch them on the show. Charlie? I literally squealed and frightened my husband when we saw AU!Charlie the first time. Ellen? There are too many and you can’t make me pick!!
6. Who is your favorite woman in Supernatural?
Donna. She kicks ass and calls it butt.
7. John or Mary?
Gonna quote @sammit-janet directly, cuz she said it well: “Both.  I know people hate one or the other, but you cannot look at these parents with real-world glasses.  John had the mother of his children burned on the ceiling and he had no fucking clue about the Supernatural until then.  Once he did, he was on a mission to find whatever killed his wife.
“Mary made a deal to save the man she loved.  She would have stopped Azazel that night in the nursery too, but Michael erased her memory.  Now that she’s come back, well, don’t you think it’s a little disorienting to spend 32 years in heavenly bliss and then get thrust back down to earth and find out her children are living the exact life she didn’t want them to?
“Also, don’t forget, EVERYTHING was stacked against them.  Heaven made 100% sure that they got together just so Sam and Dean could be born and play out the apocalypse.”
8. What were your first opinions of Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack?
Sam: Tall, but the hair, and he’s a baby, I feel like a pedophile.
Dean: Older, still tall, wiseass, heart of gold, if he loves pie, I’m a goner!
Cas: HOLY FUCK.
Jack: If he’s good, I will hold him and love him and squeeze him and call him George. If he’s evil, I will cut him down with the flames of a thousand burning suns.
9. What’s your favorite season?
I really don’t have one. I have seasons I love more, and seasons I love less, but none are my favorites. The writing in the beginning was tighter, and felt like there was an end coming, which made it more electric. But I really love watching the boys grow and change and make better, smarter decisions, or make stupid decisions for bigger, better reasons. I dislike the degradation of angel powers, though. I mean, remember when Cas could smite an entire diner of monsters or demons with just a bright light, but this season he was beaten to pulp by a demon gang? And now that Heaven’s gates are all open, can Cas fly, again? I mean, they couldn’t fly because the closed gates cut them off from Heaven, but now the gates are open, so LET CAS FLY, DAMMIT.
10. What’s your least favorite season?
Season 7, although that season does have an inordinate amount of things I like about it, so it makes no sense. Story-wise, I get it. They had to systematically take away everything the boys valued in order to leave Sam the destroyed mess he was when Dean and Cas disappeared. I don’t like it when my boys hurt, but I understand why they did it. On the other hand, season 7 gave us Charlie, and Frank, and Garth, and Kevin, and numerous dick jokes, and Sam tied to a bed, and Cas naked on Dean’s car covered in bees. So torn, but when I rewatch the series, I take a deep breath when I start season 7. (During my most recent rewatch, I also took a breath when Toni Bevell came onto my screen, so I guess I now put 12 in with 7.)
11. Opinions on Destiel?
Canon - Dean is straight. He’s said multiple times he doesn’t swing that way. I wouldn’t object if the writers decided to change that, but I respect Jensen and the writers in their decision not to go that way. There are more and more diverse characters on our screen every year, and I’m okay with letting Dean be a cis het white male who loves women of all kinds. I would love if they did a Human!Impala episode and the Impala turned out to be John Barrowman, though. On the other hand, Cas is completely unconcerned with gender and sexuality, so I wouldn’t mind seeing him have a romantic thing with a guy. Pretty sure that would break the fandom, though, so not holding my breath.
Fanon - Holy cheeseballs, that boy swings harder than an old-time saloon door, and I love reading about him being so open to everyone. Give me all the guys banging Dean like a screen door in a hurricane. Dean is all the door metaphors and memes, including the memes about Cas loving to destroy doors. Show me these two idiots falling in love any way you got it. They were roommates, you say? YES. There was only one bed, you say? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP. Dean’s a fireman and Cas is a nurse? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME??? BRING IT.
12. Do you believe Supernatural queerbaits?
Not intentionally, or maliciously, but I can see why some folks might think that, sometimes. It’s a fine line the show writers have to balance on when it comes to scenes with Dean and Cas because of the fandom’s obsession with Destiel. They want to show the love between the two characters as brothers, but it can’t be too much love. (However, I sometimes wonder about certain things. I would love to sit down with Jensen, Jerry Wanek, and Robbie Thompson, show them certain moments, and ask why certain decisions were made regarding framing, editing, props, and such. If they weren’t thinking Destiel, what were they thinking??)
13. Seasons 1-7 or 8-14?
You’re asking me to pick my kids, again. 1-7 is Kripke writing, 8-11 is Robbie Thompson writing, NO NO NO YOU CAN’T MAKE ME DECIDE.
14. Favorite villain (plot wise)?
Crowley
15. Do you think they should end the Lucifer plot line?
YES. I’m cool with watching Nick progress into a big bad, but keep Lucifer in The Empty. (I just had a wild thought about The Empty, Lucifer, and The Shadow coming for Jack. Lord, I hope I’m wrong.)
16. Who do you think has gone through more trauma (Sam, Dean, or Cas)?
Quoting Sammit again: “Sam.  He found out he had demon blood in him, was one of Azazel’s “chosen”, died by being stabbed in the back, went to hell for 100 years, lost his soul, was driven mad by Lucifer, almost died doing the trials, was possessed by Gadreel…did i leave anything out?”
Dean and Cas have also had their share, but if you want to quantify it, I think Sam has had more. 
17. What’s your favorite Supernatural episode?
Baby, Dog Dean Afternoon, Don’t Call Me Shurley, most of the other episodes writing by Robbie Thompson, too.
18. Do you like case episodes?
They are a nice breather in between the episodes where I can’t sit back for  moment.
19. Who do you relate most to in TFW?
I switch back and forth between Dean and Sam. I relate to Sam wanting to go to college to get away from his family, I relate to Dean’s eating habits, I understand why Sam’s done all the stupid shit he’s done, and I understand Dean not wanting to delve into things because it’s hard. Oh, and I say awesome almost as much as Dean. Cas, though, is a mystery to me. The only time I relate to him is when he’s confused by pop culture references.
20. Why do you like Supernatural?
The characters. They’re just so fucking interesting, you know? And (with some notable exceptions) the writers have managed to keep them from getting too far away from who they were in the pilot, while showing them growing and changing and improving. I love the world, I love the fantasy, and I love how universal they all are. I mean, if you took characters from another show and put them in a Beach AU, I wouldn’t be able to see it like I can with these characters. They’re awesome.
21. If you could bring back one character and kill off another who would they be?
Keep Lucifer dead, bring back Frank. I also want to see more of Linda Tran. Or Ellen, though I don’t know what they’d do with her with Mary around. I’d say Crowley, but I know that will never happen, and I understand why, so I’m letting him go.
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julesthequirky · 6 years
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Forget Me Not -One-
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Summary: You wake up as Y/N Winchester, having no recollection how you came to be, all you know is there’s a Djinn out there and you have to find it. It’s your job, your duty, except the world isn’t as it should be. Castiel isn't Castiel and he’s claiming you aren't you. Or are you?
Warnings: Dissociative Identity Disorder, angst, language
You woke with a start. A blue curtain was pulled around you and you heard the steady beep of a machine beside you. The last you remembered was crashing through a window and hitting your head on the ground. Then darkness.
The Djinn! You had to find out where it had got to and how many more people it had caught.
You sat straight up and gave a gritted cry as you pulled out the IV. You wrapped your wrist with a cloth and quickly dressed. They didn’t appear to be your clothes, because none of the items contained plaid or denim. You grabbed your shoulder bag and left your little cubicle. You kept your head down just in case anybody recognised you.
Outside it was warm and the sun beat down on your head. You looked around the busy bay, not recognising anything. You spotted a sign. Vancouver General Hospital. Vancouver?! You weren’t even in America! You should have been in Iowa!
“Ah, shit!”
At that point, your bag started buzzing and ringing with some top 40’s chart hit. Urgh. You rummaged around until you found the offending sound. On caller ID you saw “Bae” on the display. Who the hell is Bae? You answered and put the phone to your ear.
“Hello?”
“Honey, oh thank God, I’ve been worried sick. Where are you? Everyone’s looking for you.”
Across the line it sounded a little like Castiel with a little less grit in his voice.
“Cas?”
There was a pause. “Did you hit your head again?”
Again? What the hell did that mean?
“What? Forget that” You waved a hand in front of your face as you spoke. “I need to get back to Iowa. There’s a Djinn, help me out.”
You heard a sigh.
“Oh baby, you hit your head hard, didn’t you?”
“Look, I may have had a tumble but I’m fine. Just get me to Iowa.” You ended the call.
You stood, wondering and waiting for Castiel. You walked circles until the boredom kicked in. He had called you baby and honey. Those words weren’t usually a part of his vacabulary. You knelt down on the sidewalk, dropping your bag to the ground in the process. Inside you grabbed a thick filofax and pulled it out. Inside it was full of thoughts and reprisals of days. On one side of the file, you saw your name and the anti-possession symbol. You flipped over the page and saw ‘read me’. You scoffed.
Below the sign was a letter. With your name on it.
 Y/N Winchester,
 Stay where you are and read this before doing ANYTHING.
 Answer all calls from ‘Bae’, you’ll recognise him, I promise. Let him know where you are so he can pick you up. Tell him the last thing you remember. He’ll be able to correct you. Listen to him.
 You are me. Integrate your life with my life. Do the things I would do. Wear the clothes I would wear. Listen to my music, read what I read, meet with my friends, go to the events and meetings.
 Last but not least: there are no monsters. They’re not real. The world you’re in is different from mine. So, please, don’t go searching.
 Y/N Collins x
 You shook your head. Whoever this lady was she had a stick up her ass. You hated being told what to do, everyone knew that. You stuffed the planner inside the bag. In there you found keys, a planner, a phone, power bank and cable, earphones, D&G sunglasses and two platinum gold rings. Maybe you could pawn them for cash, though it seemed whoever this so called other you was, they were loaded.
Fifteen minutes later a sleek black SUV pulled up beside you. The door opened, a foot stepped out, in bright trainers, leg clad in light blue denim. Anther foot followed and you saw Castiel in a dark blue shirt. His hair was wild and fluffed. He looked good. Sexy even. He’d always looked good in his usual getup, but this was different and you couldn’t keep the shock off your face.
“Cas, you got new duds! And a car!!”
He smiled at you then pulled you in for a hug. Your eyes widened. Cas was never one for physical affection.
“Oh my God, did you get a personality transplant?” you asked after he released you.
His eyes turned downcast as sadness tinged them and he gave you a weak smile.
“Let’s get you home shall we?”
“What? Home? God, no, Cas, I need to get to Iowa. There’s a Djinn.”
He reached into your bag and pulled out the filofax. He held it up.
“This has instructions for you when this happens. You need to read them.” He flipped it open and you rolled your eyes.
“I read her letter.”
“You did?” He looked at you, gripping the planner in his hands. “Well, that’s good.”
You looked at the car, at him and where you were.
“Did you lose your angel mojo or something? And how come you happen to be in Vancouver like me? I don’t even know how I ended up here.”
“I’ll explain on the way.” he said and gestured to the car.
You sighed and complied with his request. The interior of the car was plush. It was all leather and faux marble. He closed your door, walked round to his side and slid into the drivers seat, shutting the door after him.
It was cooler inside. He had the air-con on. Before you could talk a call came through. He answered. The voice you recognised.
“Hey, I got your text, is everything okay? Did you manage to find her?”
“Sam?”
There was a pause before either of them spoke.
“She hit her head, didn’t she?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“I am right here, I can hear both of you.”
Castiel looked to you “I know, and ill explain everything to you once we get back, I promise. Meet us back at my apartment. Both of you.”
“Of course, man. We’ll be there. Need me to let Bob know?”
“I’ll let him know.”
“All right, see you soon, bye.”
“Bye.”
The call ended and it wasn’t too long before you pulled up to a luxurious block of apartments. Castiel cut the engine and stepped out. You stepped out and followed him. You eyed the doorman and Castiel pulled you through the atrium and into an elevator. He jabbed the 9 button. It was maddening how fast it took to reach the floor. He took you along a corridor and around a corner. Leaning against the wall by a door were Sam and Dean.
“Sam, Dean! What the hell are you guys doing in Vancouver? There’s a Djinn in Iowa!”
Dean looked at Sam and then to Castiel and back to you.
“Crap, you weren’t kidding. What do we tell Bob?”
“Nothing, I’ll tell him.” He opened the door, placed his hand on your lower back and guided you in.
You were amazed by the sheer size of the place. During the whole time you had known him, he hadn’t said the slightest about owning a large place. When he lost his wings, he had been homeless. This was a shock.
“Oh my God, Cas, I didn’t know you had money!”
As he guided you to a grey couch, you were astounded by the art he had on his walls, in awe of the oak sets he owned, and finally you sat. He sat opposite you as Sam and Dean sat on either side of you.
“You told me to be real and to be myself if this happened again, so I will. Firstly I’m not Castiel. I’m Misha, and they’re not Sam and Dean. They’re Jensen and Jared. We, all four of us work on a show called Supernatural where we play these characters, except when you hit your head, you weren’t yourself, you were somehow your character.”
You looked at him, letting it all sink in. You hoped to God this wasn’t true.
“There are no monsters. They don’t exist. There is no Djinn, darling. You don’t need to travel to Iowa. There, however was a Djinn in the last episode you played, from last season and we are now just picking up the season after being on hiatus.”
You couldn’t breathe.
“It can’t not be real.” you said after a few minutes.
“It’s true.” He stood up and went to the mantle, grabbing a photo and taking it over to you.
“This is us, on our wedding day.”
You took the photo from him, and saw yourself adorned in a white lace gown with 3/4 sleeves, holding a bouquet of white roses. Beside you was Castiel, or Misha.
Your adrenaline spiked and you flew up and pushed the photo into his hands. Your breath came out in a pant and you felt the nausea rising. This was not your reality. Your reality was fighting monsters alongside your brothers.
“I married fake Castiel.” you gasped your world turning upside down.
You stumbled out of their way, holding a hand to the wall, your other pinching the bridge of your nose, trying to get your breath back and desperately trying to make the dizziness go away. A hand touched your shoulder.
“Honey-”
“Please, don’t. I-I’m not her.”
His hand fell from your shoulder.
“She said when this happened to integrate you with everything she did. Why don’t you try it?”
“No…No. She’s so organised. I’m not. She writes her thoughts out in that planner of hers for Christ’s sake. I bet she even has restroom breaks in there.”
“They’re for you to read. Why don’t we take you to set?”
“Do you think that’s a good idea, Misha?” Fake Dean asked.
“It might help her to adjust.”
The set. Of course. You looked at them.
“Take me there.”
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sweetness47 · 6 years
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Don’t Look Behind You Part 6 – The Hunt, The Betrayal, The Hurt
Pairing Mafia Boss!Castiel/Misha x reader
A/N: This is for #spnkinkbingo hosted by @spnkinkbingo  @fanforfanatic. The story will be written from both the reader’s POV and from Misha’s POV.
Square filled: Handcuffs
Warnings: Violence, language, smut, fluff, gang violence, mentions of sexual abuse, sexual assault, child abuse, murder, I’m covering all my bases here. PAY HEED TO THE TRIGGERS! NOT FOR UNDER 18, OR ANYONE WITH HISTORIES OF ANY MENTIONED WARNINGS!
Just a side note…these warnings may not apply to all chapters, but I’m setting out the warnings anyways!!
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Misha’s POV
Monday morning arrived quicker than any of us wanted. We gave ourselves an extra hour to get ready, and I made sure to explain my plan to Y/N for her work area. The new janitor, Jim, was going to be on that floor for the entire work day, and he would remain until she was finished work. He had been fully briefed on the situation, and what my expectations were of Y/N’s safety. Jared was going to drive her to and from work, and she would let him know if any overtime was going to happen. If she ended up working late, he would wait inside the building, outside the office door, until she emerged.
I had sent a picture of Y/N to Jim yesterday, so he would know what she looked like. In turn, I walked her to the office, stopping briefly to casually motion toward my friend, who gave a slight nod in our direction. Y/N smiled at him and turned to the door, opening the lock so she could step inside. I went in with her, and walked through the place beside her, making sure there were no surprises. My transmitter didn’t pick up any odd frequencies of bugs or any such listening devices, but I left instructions with Jim to check regularly as well. After I was satisfied with her surroundings, I brought her into my arms and she melted into the embrace, and our mouths sought each other in desperate need. A polite cough interrupted the passionate moment, and we turned to find Jensen casually leaning on the wall, arms crossed, grinning like a child at Christmas. Y/N blushed furiously and stepped away, but her hand stayed locked with mine.
Jensen’s voice filled the silence with jovial delight. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream. Seriously Y/N, this is freaking awesome! Does Danee know yet? How long have you been an item? Why didn’t you say…”
I stopped his quiz with a stay of my hand, and gestured to Y/N, who cleared her throat. “Jensen, no one knows yet. This literally just happened over the weekend. All I know for sure is I haven’t slept that good in a very long time. He makes me feel safe, loved, and I love him.” Her confession to him, even though she already confessed as much to me, hearing her tell someone she trusts makes my heart soar. She loves me. I love her as well, something I never thought I’d hear myself say. Until Friday, I’d never found a woman worthy of my love, and now that I have her, I don’t plan to lose her.
The first week goes by quickly, and I am amazed at how quickly Y/N has adjusted to her new schedule and the changes made to her life. Jared enjoys spending time with her, he even allows her to sit in the front with him when he picks her up or even when he drops her off. This is rare in itself, he almost never allows anyone to spend time in the front, except occasionally me, and that is usually when urgent business needs to be discussed. Our evenings are filled with talk of work, next day plans and the latest updates as they come in regarding the danger we still find ourselves in. Jared leaves after dinner, his girlfriend is in town for the weekend, so he will spend his Saturday and Sunday with her. She lives in Atlanta, so they don’t get to see each other often except when she’s on a business trip. I made sure she was clean, as I would with anyone, and discovered she owns a cleaning business, with over 100 locations across the U.S. There are two locations here in Boston, and she comes to check on them every two months. I’m certain she comes here more than most because of Jared, but he’s happy to see her, which makes me happy.
Y/N watches as Jared leaves and remarks that she’s from the same place where her brother went to tech college and is currently working. I make a mental note of that, as seemingly coincidental as that is, and stand, holding my hand to Y/N and she takes it, standing now with me. We retire to our bedroom, where I produce a pair of soft handcuffs and a sheer lace short nightgown. She smiles and removes her work clothing, donning the delicate lingerie, and making a seductive gesture my way. In less than two seconds I have crossed the room and I cuff her wrists, and then carry her to the bed, where I attach the cuffs to the headboard. There she lay, unabashed and wanton, her body writhing in anticipation. She parts her legs for me, and I see her juices, she is so wet and I haven’t even started yet. I remove my clothes, my large cock already standing at full attention, pre-cum dripping from my slit, and it takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to take her right there. My plan goes beyond a simple love session.
I make sure as always that I have her approval. My heart would never allow me to take her if she was not willing. I love her too much to hurt her in that way. I go to the drawer by the bed and produce a feather, a decent-sized dildo, and a container of whipped cream. She licks her lips and her eyes gleam as she watches me, there in her gaze is the approval I seek. As she continues to follow my movements, I take the whipped cream and spray it on her wet pussy. She gasps as the cold topping comes in contact with her heat, then I go down, my tongue eager to feast on the dessert before me. Her scent fills my senses as I partake of her essence, tracing lines up and down her folds, juices mixed with the sweet cream. Her hips buck and push my face more into her center, and my appendage finds her entrance, darting in and out at a furious pace. My fingers join the merriment, her mouth uttering cries of intense pleasure. Now I suck hard on her clit while I fuck her with my fingers, three of them, and her first orgasm rips through her in droves, like vibrations from an earthquake. I ride her out, inhaling every drop of her sweet nectar as though I were starving. But I’ve only begun.
Now I take the dildo and begin to fuck her with that. The throbbing pussy coats the new toy in slick, her pressure building again for round two. I don’t allow her to come yet, and instead go to phase two, taking the wet dildo and as I turn her to her side, and slowly insert it into her ass. Her breath stops and she moans, deriving nothing but pleasure from my actions. I smile and finish inserting the item, then I keep her on her side as I once again insert my fingers into her wet folds. My name is on her lips again as I move my fingers, then begin moving the rubber cock, synchronizing so both are rhythmically fucking her at the same time. Her body bucks and her moans fill the silence, the juices flow around my fingers as she comes again, this one harder than the last, hitting with the force of a hurricane, strong and fast. I continue my vigorous ministrations, the aftershocks only adding to the moment.
As her third climax runs through her, I remove the toy and my fingers, lapping up the soaking folds, then I drive my painfully hard cock into her slick. My lips are on hers, claiming her, giving her tastes of what I experienced, a taste she eagerly receives. I slam in and out, my thrusts are fast and furious, my need outweighing all else. She welcomes the assault, wrapping her legs around me, and I am her prisoner as I fuck her. Then I am crying out, my hot seed spewing forth, filling her completely, and I feel her clench around my shaft, as her fourth orgasm wracks her small frame.
I gather her into my arms, releasing the handcuffs and tossing them over the side of the mattress. She snuggles in willingly, placing kisses on my chest and shoulder. We drift off to sleep, exhausted and sated. My phone interrupts our sleep around three in the morning, Jared’s voice on the other end, panicked and worried. I am up immediately, pulling on my clothing with one hand while listening and talking with the other. Y/N sits up as well, as she hears bits and pieces of the conversation, pulling on her own clothing. I motion to her to stay here, that it isn’t safe, but she argues with me, insisting that her safest place is at my side. I think back to what she said to me when we first met, and she has proclaimed this a few times. Yet I am hesitant to bring her with me, Genevieve, Jared’s girlfriend, has gone missing. He got to his place to find the entire apartment in shambles, and while Gen’s things were there, she was nowhere to be seen.
I plead with her one last time. “Y/N, this is too dangerous. Jared’s girlfriend is missing. I can’t give this my full attention if I am also worrying about you. Please, just stay here until return.”
She shook her head and countered. “Misha, Jared is my friend too. Besides I don’t want to be alone.”
“What if I send for Jim? He could stay with you while I am out.” My eyes search hers, hoping she will agree to this compromise. “He won’t let anything happen to you.”
Y/N took a deep breath. “I would rather be at your side, but if you believe that I am safer here, with Jim, then I will stay. But I won’t allow you to go until he gets here.”
I nodded, accepting the terms, and I call my old friend, explaining the situation. He arrives in 10 minutes, it helps that he lives in the same building, and once he is settled in, I make my way over to Jared’s place. He doesn’t live far, but I take the car to be safe, you can never be too careful at night. I park and rush inside, finding my brother sitting on the couch, his head bent forward, his hands running through his brown hair. Upon seeing me, he gets up and I give him a reassuring hug, telling him we will find her and get her back. I mean every word of that statement. Together we search the place for any clues that might give us an idea of who did this. I find some torn paper on the floor in the washroom, looking like they were to be flushed down the toilet. They didn’t make all and I retrieve the three clues off the tile. As I read what I can, I frown, the words on the little pieces of parchment don’t make sense. I see part of a name, and what looks to be another name, a number and the latter half of a time. The number could be part of an address, but with out more details, I can’t say where. I put them in my pocket for now, leaving my findings out of the mix. The last thing I want to do is worry my friend even more.
Gen’s personal belongings are strewn across the bedroom floor and on the bed as well, as if someone was desperate to find something. But the way some items lay almost seemed placed, like they were staged to look like they’d been thrown around. I took pictures of everything and went back to the living room, where Jared was also finding some oddities.
“Hey Misha, does this look weird?” he asks as he points to the coffee table, tipped over on it’s side, but nothing that fell off the decorative piece was broken. If this had been a real fight, the dishes that were on the floor would be broken, as would the glass top of said table. The lamp on the side table was knocked over on the floor as well, but also remained intact, like it was placed. There were pillows and cushions tossed around the room, some dining chairs tipped, but the carpets were untouched. The china cabinet remained in one piece, and other than some flower pots on their sides from the cushion tossing, there was no physical damage.
I decided to pull out the paper I found and show my friend. “I found these by the toilet in the washroom Jared. Whatever this was, it wasn’t supposed to stay around. I imagine the rest made it down the sewer system.”
Jared mimics my reaction as he reads the same words I did. He looks up at me and we leave to head back to my place. The writings haunt my thoughts as we return, and I can see my friend’s mind working as well. None of what we found make sense, but now we need to put out word, possible security threat in the city and possible betrayal. When we enter, Y/N runs to me, then to Jared, giving him a sisterly hug. He smiles at her gesture and returns the affectionate embrace. I go to the office and begin sending word to my city families, appraising them of the new developments and warning them to watch their backs. Jared informs Jim of our findings as well, and the older man nods, patting Jared’s shoulder and taking a seat in the office lounge chair.
Once all my notifications are sent, I lean back in my leather chair, closing my eyes for a moment. Y/N comes over and sits on my lap, burying herself in my large embrace. I welcome the distraction and just hold her, placing chaste kisses on top of her head. With all that is happening, she is always my light, a guardian angel here to guide me through the hardships. I no longer believe I can survive without this precious gift that fate has brung into my life.
“Marry me Y/N. With all that’s going on, I don’t want to leave things till it’s too late. I don’t know what tomorrow has in store, but I do know that I love you. This may not be the best timing, and I am not the most ideal choice for the perfect husband, but I’m hoping you’ll consider my proposal.”
Y/N’s eyes went round like saucers, a huge smile slowly making it’s way across her gorgeous face. Even Jared and Jim were smiling, despite the circumstances. She let out a squeal of pure delight and screamed “YES!” at the top of her lungs.
“Would my family be able to come?” she asked hopefully. I pondered this, knowing her family was important to her. I also knew that danger was still lurking, and bringing more people around right now gave the traitors more targets to use against me. But my love for Y/N won out, and I nodded to Jared to make some quick calls. As it happened, one of my friends here in the city was a minister, so I called him. He was thrilled to be of service, and said he would have his church set up for the occasion, including some extra bodyguards and some snipers, both inside and out. Jared gave Y/N a secure phone with which she called her parents first, then her sister and brother-in-law, then her brother in Atlanta. The only one that couldn’t make it was her brother, he couldn’t get the time off work in such short notice. He wished her the best, promising to send flowers and a gift after he finished work.
Reader’s POV
Jared drove me to pick up my family and I introduced him as Misha’s best friend/driver. His friendly manner and charm had my entire clan eating out of the palm of his hand within minutes. Then they descended upon me, congratulating me and asking all sorts of questions, all except Jensen, who had already met Misha. His greeting was one of joy and delight as he picked me up in an enveloping hug and whispered, “That’s awesome sweetheart! I hope he makes you happy.”
I whispered thanks, tears streaming down my face. Everyone gave us inquisitive looks, especially Dani, who actually gave me a death stare, one that said “how come he knows before me?”. I promised to tell her everything once we were in the car. Jared opened the doors, and allowed the ladies in first, then the gentlemen. As we drove to the church, I told everyone the basics, how we had met, how everything just clicked after that. I confessed my love for Misha, and told them he had healed me from a lot of my childhood nightmares, mentally. My mom was happy crying at the end of the tale, as was Dani. They both gave me big hugs at the same time, then my dad and Jensen followed suit.
When we arrived at the church, my sister, mother, and myself were ushered into a separate room, where a gorgeous dress hung, complete with shoes, corset, veil and the most amazing bouquet of white roses I had ever laid eyes on. “Oh Misha, What did you do my love?” I whispered to myself as I took the beautiful gown off the hook, inspecting the work of art. The tag said Amore by Anna Sorrano. It was a mermaid style made from Mikado fabric, almost a satiny feel to it. The back had these delicate buttons all the way down, a stunning classic, yet modern, dress that would make any woman feel like a princess.
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Mom and Dani helped me into the dress, then between the two of them managed to do my hair and makeup in record time. Both women stood back when they were finished, speechless at the transformation they had just created. I stole a glance in the long mirror, and my breath caught in my throat at the image before me. The lace veil only enhanced the beauty of this already stunning gown, and indeed, I felt like a princess. Dani helped me into the white satin shoes and handed me the bouquet. Then she changed quickly into the bridesmaid dress that was purchased at the same time. I was a little shocked when Misha asked me if my sister was close to my size, to which I had replied yes, but never thought he would be buying her a dress as well. Mom did her hair to mirror mine, adding baby’s breath to the braided crown. Dad knocked just as we finished, and couldn’t believe the sight before him. Two of his favorite ladies in the world were now two of the most beautiful in the world. He came up and kissed my cheek, and motioned for my mother to go and sit, stopping to give her a corsage and a kiss before she sat.
Dani went out first, meeting up with Jared, who was Misha’s best man. His expression upon seeing me was priceless, jaw dropped to the floor, eyes bulging and I could almost swear he was drooling. He came over to give me a hug and to tell me the dress looked absolutely stunning. I smiled and thanked him, and he went back over to my sister, and also complimented her dress, to which she said thank you and I could swear she blushed. Jared took Dani’s arm as the wedding march began to play, leading her down the aisle, Dad and I close behind. Misha watched as I started walking, and I couldn’t help but smile. He had picked the dress, but didn’t realize how nice it would look on me till he saw it on me. He could only stare as I made my way to the front, the small crowd of family and friends also quietly expressing their delight. As my father took my hand and placed it into Misha’s, he looked over at my husband-to-be and said, “Thank you for helping her find love. Treat her well.”
Misha bowed and led me up the stairs to where the minister waited. I handed Dani my bouquet and we took each others hands as the service began.
“I stand here today, to join together this man and this woman in the bonds of matrimony. Misha Tippens Collins and Y/F/N Y/L/N have consented today to become husband and wife, and are pleased that they could share this event with their close family and friends.” He paused here, staring at the small gathering. “Who gives this woman to be married to this man?”
My father and mother stood up. “We, her father and her mother, do give Y/N to be married to Misha this day.”
The minister nodded and smiled. “Misha, turn to Y/N and repeat after me. ‘I, Misha, take you, Y/N, to be my wife. I promise before God and these witnesses to love you, honor you, protect you, cherish every moment we have together, both in sickness and in health, for as long as we both shall live.’”
Misha turned to me. My stomach was doing somersaults as he spoke those words, and the love that radiated from him melted any resolve I might still be carrying. “I, Misha, take you, Y/N to be my wife. I do indeed promise before God and these witnesses to love you, to honor you, to protect you, and cherish every single moment we have together, both in sickness and in health, for as long as we both shall live.”
Then the minister turned to me. “Y/N, turn now to Misha and repeat after me. ‘I Y/N, take you Misha, to be my husband. I promise before God and these witnesses to love you, honor you, protect you, and cherish every moment we have together, both in sickness and in health, for as long as we both shall live.’”
I smiled. Tears threatened to spill as I cleared my throat and began. “I Y/N, take you Misha, to be my husband.” My voice cracked, but I continued, and I felt the first tear fall. “Before God and these witnesses this day, I promise to love you, to honor and protect you, and to cherish every moment we spend together, both in sickness and in health, for as long as we both shall live.” Misha smiled and reached up to wipe a single teardrop from my face.
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The minister nodded and turned to Jared. “The rings will be exchanged now.”
Jared reached into his pocket and handed Misha my ring, and I watched as he slipped this diamond band on my finger. His words were filled with promise as he said, “With this ring, I thee wed.”
Then I stood shocked as Jared handed me one that mirrored my own except that it was made for a man, this man. As I slipped the gorgeous jewelry on his finger I also said the words, “With this ring, I thee wed.”
The minister raised his hands in joyous momentum. “As sure as we have witnessed the union of these two souls, I am pleased to pronounce Misha and Y/N, husband and wife, joined together under God.” Then he looked at Misha. “You may now kiss the bride.” Misha wasted no time and pulled me into his warm embrace, his lips crushing mine, his tongue invading, caressing my own, sealing our marriage vows. Cheers and shouts of congratulations vibrated through the entire sanctuary, as we waved and made our way down the aisle, where the reception hall awaited.
Misha’s POV
We were officially husband and wife, and to my ears there were no sweeter words spoken in that moment. We made our way to the dining hall where my chef, along with my closest friends, have prepared a wonderful meal to share with our guests. Y/N’s family have a German background, so I had Louis prepare some well-known dishes from that country. German potato salad starts the courses, along with Rouladen, Spatzle, Schnitzel, German fries, Pretzel buns, and for dessert a very delectable Black Forest Cake. For beverage we were given a choice of Riesling, which is a popular German wine, or German beer. Louis had indeed outdone himself this evening. The feast was thoroughly enjoyed by all, and Y/N’s father came over to tell me as much during the meal.
As the evening drew to a close, people gathered to wish us well and take their leave. Y/N’s family stayed till the end, as they were promised some more information about this man their daughter had fallen in love with and married within the span of a week. Jensen helped with the start of the story, saying how Y/N had saved my life, and how I had come to the office with her to intercede on her behalf for being late. Then I took over and explained how I had invited her to the charity function, and everything just happened from there. Then I was enveloped into a hug, first by Y/N’s mother, then the rest of the family joined in. I was now part of their lives, and they welcomed me without question. Jared was also invited to join the family group. I have never experienced love like this, so freely given, unconditionally accepted into their inner circle just because I married their daughter.
We all exited the church together, talking and making plans to get together for another meal, a chance to get to know one another better. Jared was also invited, to which he happily accepted. I was so engrossed in all the family talk I never saw the black car slowly making its way down the street, nor did I see the window slowly open. It wasn’t until Y/N screamed and pushed me out of the way that my mind came to focus. The gunshot echoed through the block and Y/N’s body covered mine, my hand on her waist. But my horror was realized when my hand came back red, fresh blood flowing from the bullet wound in her side. And worse, I saw two faces in the car, one looked a lot like Gen, and the other was that of Y/N’s brother.
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So, I thought that since no one knows me in real life here, it's a safe place to share my art, even if my art isn't as beautiful as the ones I've seen on tumblr, because I feel like maybe some here could appreciate them, even if to smile like a dork for a few seconds. 🤷🏻‍♂️😊💜🥺
The first sketch is of Jesse Lee Soffer (he's from Chicago P.D., and I fell in love with Jay Halstead, as he's funny, kind, protective, and even self-destructive at times, and he just reminds me that it's play to hurt and feel angry, and that its okay when I can't express it in healthy ways, as long as I also know that I don't need to suffer alone).
The second sketch is of Jensen Ackles (from Supernatural; and he, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins and so many other cast members created organizations and spread awareness of mental health, and through his acting skills and how he portrayed Dean's character, I felt like he understood so much of the pain I suffered as a kid, from a parent who was addicted to substances (my mother's choice was drugs, but they're both things that take away the awareness of the things you say and do), and that while our parents shape our lives, I watched him prove that we can rise above it and push through, no matter the pain that they caused us, whether indirectly and unintentionally, or purposely and directly, and his character is one of the reasons I've been clean from self for a few months, so yeah, you can tell that they all meant the world to me).
The third is the Slytherin crest, but I might have to restart it, because I've been procrastinating on sketching for months (when artists' block hits you, it crashes hard 🤣). I'm a Slytherclaw, but more resonate with Ravenclaw these days (like my sexuality is fluid af, so is my bouncing between Slytherin and Ravenclaw every few days 🤣🖤💜).
Most of the others are also Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts related, because I just wanted to escape with my favorite topics and let my hand fly on the page and transport me to their world, so they're are some of my favorite sketches I've done. Also, if I had to pick a favorite Fantastic Beasts character (besides Newt, who I am in love with and no one can change my mind 🤷🏻‍♂️), it would be Pickett, because like, his sass means everything to me 🤣💜🖤. As for my favorite characters in Harry Potter alone, I can't choose, because there's Luna, who taught me that it's okay to be myself and be a bit of a daydreamer; there's Neville, who taught me that being quiet, being shy and reserved, and not using harmful words to stop others from bullying doesn't make me any less courageous and strong as those who aren't introverted and aren't afraid to stand up to bullies right away, because it does take time to find the courage and strength to continue being who you are when the rest of the world thinks that makes us weak. When they're wrong; then there's Draco, Severus and Voldemort (I don't excuse how he treated his students and how Voldemort used his power to hurt others and commit murder, they were harsh cold men, but Voldemort taught me valuable lessons, as did Severus and Draco), who taught me that while our childhood and how we were raised by our parents and treated by our peers does make an impact on who we grow to be as a person, that doesn't mean we are destined to be like our parents, and it doesn't mean we should become cold and bully others as adults because we have the same power our parents and peers possessed that we didn't back then. Draco also taught me that even those who don't seem like they deserved to be forgiven, there's always a way to redeem oneself, as long as we truly repent and show that we want to change and be better, and that we can always turn away from our parents harmful teachings and rise above, and that its never too late to change into a better person, so that we can be better parents to our own children one day (if we choose to have children, that is), and so many other characters taught me so many valuable lessons.
The last pic was just a random sketch that I dabbled with because I was bored and wanted to do something simple, yet fun.
I'll be posting the other six sketches in a different post because even tumblr has a limit on pics per post. 🤣
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expurgatedversion · 6 years
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Self-Rec Fest
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Welcome to the Self-Rec Fest, where we encourage authors to celebrate their own works without shame. Fandom: Supernatural. Pairings: Destiel, Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins Warnings may apply, and summaries may be edited from the original.
Summer Blue Skies by @destimushi RPF - Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins. Complete. Rated E. Part 1 of a series.
The mission was to infiltrate. Jensen knew the consequences of capture, and when it happened, he was ready to die for his country. Misha Collins was the master of torture, and it shouldn’t be difficult to hate him, but the interrogator was hot and cold, and Jensen soon found the boundaries between love and hate blurring.
Between the Folds of Submission by destimushi Destiel. Complete. Rated E.
Castiel races against the clock as the killer ups the ante, but Dean—rich, drop-dead gorgeous, and a famously unconventional Dominant to boot—proves to be a distraction he can’t afford. As the danger grows, Castiel finds himself torn between upholding his beliefs and giving in to his desires. Can he resist his urges long enough to find the killer, or will his biology consume him?
Music To His Ears by HollyBlue2 @envydean Destiel. Complete. Rated E. On the way home from work, Castiel hears the lilting tune of a piano and eventually goes to investigate. When he does he finds his mate in Dean Winchester, who rejects him right off the bat, sending Castiel into a debilitating heat.Ending up in hospital, Castiel and Dean finally meet again...
Lazarus Writing by @jemariel Destiel. Complete. Rated E. Castiel is an author struggling to come up with his next novel. Luckily for him, a gift arrives in the mail from his publisher: a fancy new notebook and pen set with a note that promises to “bring new life to your writing”. It’s all fine until Castiel decides to write his grocery list in the back of the book… only to find the items have materialized in the kitchen. So, Castiel is in possession of some freaky magic which could be pretty amazing… if it weren’t for the fact that he just started a new novel in that book and the contents are not something he wants to see in this world.... Five Days in May by Dangerousnotbroken, @kreweofimp Destiel. Complete. Rated E. The unseasonable hurricane wasn’t the only force of nature on the beach that night. Dean counts himself lucky that the beautiful blue-eyed stranger was there to save his life. He never could have anticipated that a nameless one-night stand in a tiny storm-tossed shack would change his entire life. Like Catnip by KreweOfImp Destiel. Complete. Rated E. It's one thing to be pissed off that Cas was up late gaming and didn't come to bed when he said he would. And yeah, Cas pretty much figured there was gonna be some sulking and he was gonna have to do some groveling to make up for it. He maybe even could've foreseen the desire for a little revenge. But did Dean really have to involve the cat? Cumulonimbus by KreweOfImp Destiel. Complete. Rated E. In which Cas watches snow, Dean watches Cas, Sam is a jerk, things get out of hand, and Dean is taken in hand. Written in the Stars by @lunastories Destiel. Complete. Rated M. Castiel, one of the last of the Celestials, descended onto Earth by orders of his garrison leader. What he finds there is the soul he lost long ago, the other part of him that he'd been searching for.
Dean was a normal guy, living his life and trying to take care of his errant researcher brother. When his brother asks him for a favor, claiming that an alien wants to speak to him, he's of course skeptical.
He didn't expect that meeting to change the course of his entire life, throwing him into a war that he wasn't prepared for. Love me to Death by LunaStories Destiel. Complete. Rated M. There once was a man who feared Death. He feared him so much, he tried to seek immortality but his efforts were in vain. Eventually, he learned to love Death and everything he represented. This is the story of a mortal and a god and their love for each other. Mermen and Mistletoe by @robotsnchicks Destiel. Complete. Rated T. When Cas draws his long-term crush's name for the office gift exchange, he is determined to find the perfect gift. Unfortunately his co-worker Meg has an unconventional suggestion. Signs Point To Yes by robotsnchicks Destiel. Complete. Rated G. A series of coincidences conspire to remind Dean of his New Year's resolution—To ask Cas out. Lifestyles of the Weird and Sexy by robotsnchicks Destiel. Complete. Rated E.Dean's roommate Castiel is a pretty weird dude. He's also hot as hell and Dean might have a bit of a crush on him.The problem is Cas might be a witch. And finding out the truth isn't as easy as Dean thought it would be. I Don't Know Why by @saltnhalo Destiel. Complete. Rated E. Dean gets home from a long job to find a note on his front step. He knows exactly who it's from and what it means; it promises fun and danger and a fucking good time, and there's no way he can turn down this invitation. He can never say no to the Angel. Roll With It by saltnhalo Destiel. Complete. Rated E. For two years, Dean’s been slaving away beneath his boss – many label him a secretary, but he fucking hates that and feels like it only applies to someone wearing a pencil skirt, so he insists on his title of Executive Assistant. And for what? In the vain hope that one day he’ll manage to become an editor for Sandover Publishing, and that he’ll see the manuscript that he’s slaved over since college finally realized in print. That’s the dream, anyway. Right now, he’s fucking late. From Grace and Uniform by saltnhalo, thepopeisdope Destiel. Complete. Rated E. When FBI agent Dean Winchester was first assigned to the Ghost’s case, he was expecting it to be the same as any other serial killer hunt--frustrating dead ends, a trail of bodies, unending paperwork. What he wasn’t expecting was for it to be interrupted by a mysterious alpha calling himself Cas, knowing far too much about him and offering up not just a lead, but concrete information on his mother’s killer. As the two set off in search of justice for Mary Winchester and the countless other victims of Azazel Masters, Dean struggles to come to grips with himself. Despite his whirlwind attraction to Cas, he knows that exposing himself to his colleagues as an omega instead of the beta he pretends to be would be a mistake. Nothing can happen between the two of them; not without Dean losing everything he knows. Waiting in the Wings by @seraphwrites Destiel. Complete. Rated T. Castiel an injured hunter stumbles into a town and meets an angel who may just have be having the same rotten luck he is. Written for the Hey, Sweetheart 2018 challenge. spinning (series) by @reallyelegantsharkfish Destiel. Complete. Rated T-M. “Listen up!” Dean hollers, louder than necessary in the small space. “We are spinnin’ this bottle, and then we’re going to do some kissin’! Happy New Year!” suckerfish (series) by sharkfish Destiel. Complete. Rated E. At some point in the last couple of months, Dean became friends with the monster in the lake. traveling light by sharkfish Destiel. Complete. Rated E. Cas is, impossibly, far more gorgeous in person, and he’s taller than Dean expected, and he moves with this casual grace that makes Dean’s brain short circuit. So Dean thinks he probably looks a little like a deer in the headlights when Cas catches his eyes from the door of the restaurant. He breaks out into a smile, the full, wide one that never came out in his pictures, and Dean actually goes weak in the knees. “Cas,” Dean says. “Hello, Dean,” Cas says. Sealed lips. Tied hands. by @sternchenchas Destiel. Complete. Rated G. Dean Winchester doesn't look forward to his first day of school, but it's not because of your usual teenager problems. He would be glad if he had to deal with dates, grades and rumors about his love life. Instead, he struggles even to communicate. In a world where everyone talks in sign language, his hands are tied. He's a happer. One of those weird people who have a hard time figuring out what others say, and can't express what they want to tell. But one good deed might save him because he helps Castiel Novak. A boy who might be just as different and weird as Dean. A boy who understands even when Dean's lips are sealed. Reality of Dreams by sternchencas Destiel. Complete. Rated E. Dean Winchester has been living a boring life. At least until his brother is missing, the police think he has something to do with it, and a group of people who call themselves 'Liberi Somniorum' and live in an underground bunker ask him to join them so they can teach him how to use his dreaming abilities. As if that isn't bad enough, the police also took his car and then there's this guy in a trenchcoat who's guarding him, and some dark secret. Dean does his best to convince himself it's a dream. But somehow, sometimes, dreams can be very real, and this time, he just can't wake up. Porch Light by @surlybobbies Destiel. Complete. Rated N/A. Before he could think too much about it, Dean had reached over his duffel bag and skated his knuckles across Cas’s cheek, just once, before dropping his hand and his gaze. “I’ll leave the porchlight on for you,” he had mumbled. (Dean and Cas reunite in Lawrence after meeting in Boston 6 months prior.) Brambles by surlybobbies Destiel. Complete. Rated T. “You like the dirty mechanic look, Cas?” Dean says, winking.Cas steps back to let him in. “Not particularly.” Dean’s grin falls. He swipes an arm over his sweaty forehead. “Well, get used to it, bud, ‘cause I’m your neighborhood dirty mechanic on the days I’m not the neighborhood drunken arsonist.” Criminality by surlybobbies Destiel. Complete. Rated T. In which Dean accidentally breaks into and falls asleep in Cas's car, and Cas accidentally kidnaps the stranger who had been eyeing him all night at the bar.
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ONESHOTS
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PAIRINGS
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Dean
Scarred: after a hunt gone wrong, the reader has to undergo surgery leaving her with a permanent memory of what happened that night.***
Meet the Family: meeting your boyfriend’s family for the first time at Thanksgiving is already a nightmare, but sprinkle in a little suppressed family drama and you get a recipe for disaster. (AU where Sam and Dean were never hunters)***
Hold On: the life of a hunter becomes too much for the reader to handle.
The Waiting Room: Dean and the reader’s world collide when they meet in a hospital waiting room.
Hit Me With Your Best Shot: sparring practice with Dean turns into something much more.
Back in Black: it’s all fun and games until Dean Winchester catches you dancing in your room with his clothes on.
Twenty Years too Late: the reader has to come clean about the horrible things that happened to her in the past.
Friends: in times like these, it’s not safe to love who you love (based off of the song Friends by Ed Sheeran). *male!reader
Exorcist?: the reader uncovers something that leads Dean to have to reveal the truth about the Family Business. | Part 2
Hopeless: when Sam finds out about how the reader self harms, he urges her to tell Dean.
Not to Blame: reader has a history of self harm and is finally forced to open up about it.
Devil’s Backbone: the crucifix around your neck seemed to burn the moment you laid eyes on Dean Winchester, but you couldn’t find it in you to care (based off of the song Devil’s Backbone by the Civil Wars).
Wings: when the reader falls into a coma and is met with an unlikely circumstance, will she try to fix her rocky relationship with Dean or fall for someone new?
Just a Number: the reader and Dean are in an established relationship but there’s one aspect of it that Dean can’t get past.
Happier: even though Dean knows you’re happier now, he can’t help but miss you (based off of the song Happier by Ed Sheeran).
Sam
Death Wish: after Sam dies, Y/N knows what she has to do in order to bring him back.
O’ Death: a hunt gone wrong leads to the reader finding herself facing Death one last time.
Help Me Help You: after Sam finds out the reader has a prescription pill problem, he knows he has to confront her about it.
Underworld: Sam, Dean, and the reader run into one of the toughest demons they’ve come across in a long time. But she needs their help. male!reader
Here For You(Always): the reader struggles with anorexia, and when there’s an incident during a hunt, she has to come clean.
The Day: the reader is head over heels for Sam but doesn’t know how to act around him so Dean tries to help.
Chuck
More Than a Secret: when the reader finds out Chuck is God, she battles with how to deal with it.
NON-PAIRINGS
Sam & Dean & Reader
Multilingual: the reader has more skills than the Winchesters seem to know about.
Team Free Will & Reader
The Vessel: unaware that Lucifer is pulling the strings, Sam, Dean, and the reader have Castiel send Dean back in time to a doomed WWll submarine to retrieve the Hand of God. episode rewrite
It’s a Midwest Thing: TFW visits the reader’s hometown.
Sam & Dean
Barnum & Bailey: Sam and Dean meet a group of hunters who disguise themselves as a traveling circus.
Stanford: Dean finds Sam’s Stanford application.
FAMILY FICS
Daughter!Reader
Fifteen Going on Thirty: finding a box of condoms in your daughter’s room never goes over well.
It’s a Two Way Street: Sam’s seven year old daughter becomes possessed.
Runaway: when the reader tries to go on their first hunt alone, Sam is reminded of a time when he almost lost them. gender neutral!reader
Top Secret: Sam’s daughter is planning his birthday present until it all goes terribly wrong.
I Loved Her First: Dean reminisces on his life with his daughter on her wedding day. (based off of the song I Loved Her First by Heartland)
Winchester Sister
Dream On: after being captured by a demon, the Winchesters are faced with a decision to make. (OC Ellie)
Rescuer: when celebrating a hunt gone right, the reader receives some very unwanted attention from a man in a bar.
Fade to Black: after being injured during a hunt, Sam and Dean aren’t sure their sister will make it out alive.
A Very Supernatural Thanksgiving: what’s Thanksgiving without coming out to your family and then getting the sex talk.
#thinman: when a teenage girl is killed, the final selfie she took before the attack shows a shadowy figure in the background. Can Sam, Dean, and the reader find the ghost? episode rewrite
Burden: drinking and driving never mix.
Side Effects: the reader has been abusing her medication, and it’s only a matter of time before her brother’s find out.
Forbidden Love: the reader’s relationship with Lucifer is hidden for nearly a year until her brothers find out about it.
Torture Makes the Dead Man Talk: Sam and the reader are taken by Toni Bevell, a British Men of Letters who tortures them for information. | Part 2
Show and Don’t Tell: the reader has been with Charlie for almost six months, now comes the part of breaking the news to her brothers.
The Main Event: being a deaf hunter is just as hard as you’d expect.
Baby Blue: the reader gets caught doing something her brothers are less than thrilled about.
Mystery Spot: while Sam, Dean, and the reader are investigating a mystery spot, the reader is sent into a time loop where everyday is Tuesday. episode rewrite
Goodnight, Moon: when the reader runs away in order to get out of the Family Business, she finds herself ten years later in front of the two people she thought she’d never see again.
Home is Where I’m With You: the reader goes away to college, but leaving home is going to be harder than she thinks.
The Cure: watching after a demon is much harder when A) that demon is your brother, and B) when that demon escapes. | Part 2
She’s a Winchester: when Sam and Dean suspect that their sister is dating, they find something in the far corner of her bedside table that confirms their suspicions.
4 AM: the reader comes home drunk, but her brothers are up waiting for her.
Yellow Fever: the reader is infected with an illness that starts as anxiety, but moves to full-blown terror and stops the heart. episode rewrite
Dancing Queen: the reader gets an invitation to a school father-daughter dance, but John hasn’t been home in a few days.
The Babysitter: the Winchester brothers need a babysitter for their younger sister.
RPFs
Jared & Jensen & Misha & Reader
Captain America?: the reader has a secret boyfriend, and Jared, Jensen and Misha want to know who he is
Jensen & Jared & Reader
Lean On Me: all of the times the reader, Jared, and Jensen had to lean on each other when it seemed like they were all they had. (based off of the song Lean On Me by Bill Withers)
Jensen
(There’s No Place Like) Home for the Holidays: the reader’s first Christmas with her new family. (daughter!reader)
Midnight Dreamer: the reader hears something from Jensen’s side of the bed in the middle of the night.***
OTHER
Partner in Crime: Gabrielle meets the angel she’s been dying to meet.
Rock Never Dies: the reader intends to find and kill Lucifer except he’s now he’s international rockstar Vince Vincente.
With a Little Help From My Friends: a church sermon offends Lucifer, the angels and the reader defend him.
What Do You Expect?: Crowley is dragged to Comic Con. | Part 2
I Guess Angels Are Real: when Charlie is in a desperate situation, the reader agrees to help out, which leads to major flirting with the reader from Dean.
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