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Happiness Begins

Part 16

Chapter Summary: An unexpected guest at Jensen’s birthday party causes an even more unexpected shift in his relationship with the reader.

Word Count: 5.5K+

Warnings: Angst, semi-public unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving)

Author’s Note: I’m so pumped, we’ve got the ball rolling again. I really hope you guys enjoy this part and as always, I appreciate the feedback. Without you guys, I would’ve never finished this. Now look at us, we are closing in on the end. Part 17 is almost done already and this girl is fighting the urge to write a sequel. More on that later though... xoxo Alex.

Ps. If you have followed me for any amount of time whatsoever, you know that I am an avid supporter of all the SPN women, especially the wives. I hate that I have to say this, but this is completely a work of fiction and should be treated as such. I mean no harm to Danneel or her beautiful family.

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Jared had been planning this big birthday bash for Jensen since New Year’s. He wanted to celebrate one last time with all their friends and coworkers before they went their separate ways for the last time. There was also a viewing party being planned for the finale, but Jared was afraid that would be filled with too much emotion to be able to truly enjoy. No, he preferred one night of nothing but fun and no worries of the future. This party was as much for everyone invited as it was for Jensen.

Y/n had been surprised when she received her invite from Jared. She didn’t exactly consider herself a part of the family that this cast and crew had created. After all she had only been there for a hand full of weeks. Jared had been insistent that that was not the case. He really wanted her there.

So here she was, dolled up in a tight black dress with long sleeves and a plunging neckline and an updo that took her two hours to complete, her clutch tight in her hand as she followed the signs through the venue to the ballroom that had been rented for tonight. She didn’t quite understand the queasy feeling in her gut. Maybe it had to do with the fact that this was her boyfriend's birthday party, but since no one actually knew that they were dating, they wouldn’t be able to spend any real time together. It wasn’t that she would be without people to talk to, but as cheesy as it sounded, she didn’t want to spend time with anyone else. They had officially been dating for two months now, and things were going great. Personally, she didn’t see it ending anytime soon nor did she want it to. As much as running around has been fun, this moment right now had her wishing they were a typical couple.

Music could be heard behind the doors before she pushed them open. The ballroom very much resembled a typical wedding reception inside, well, minus tacky flower centerpieces on the tables. Jared had commissioned The Impala’s to play tonight and they were currently playing some rock song she didn’t recognize from a small stage on the far wall. Her eyes scanned over the people dancing and others chatting in groups when she landed on her target. There was a bar with a beautiful display of liquor on the wall behind it. Tonight was an alcohol night for sure. She bee-lined it there, quickly gaining the attention of the bartender and ordering her usual.

Her nails clicked against the wood as she watched the crowd move on around her. The bartender set her alcohol down and she thanked him, taking a heavy drink from the small glass. A soft vibration from where she had placed her clutch under her arm interrupted her thoughts. With a frown, she pulled her phone from the small bag. There was a missed message from Jensen.

You look beautiful

Her head snapped up and began scanning the room for any sign of the man. It didn’t take her long to spot at all, both him and her brother towering over most of the rest of the crowd. He had a grin on his face when he caught her eye.

You don’t look so bad yourself. A tux is a nice touch.

I had to try and keep up with you somehow. That dress is… you know you aren’t playing fair, right?

Y/n bit her lip, having received the exact reaction from him she had been hoping.

I think you seriously underestimate how hot you look right now. Too bad I opted for panties tonight, because they are ruined.

The message barely had time to notify her that it had been sent before those three little bubbles popped up on her screen. She took another sip of her drink as her belly flipped in anticipation of his reply.

Fuck, you’re killing me here babe. This party has just started.

I know… leaves me plenty of time.

Jensen licked his lips across the room as he read her message, his eyes immediately flicking back to hers with a look that was half desperate and half warning her to be careful. She winked at him and downed the last of her drink. The sound of her name had her halting her attempt to order another.

“There she is!” Y/n turned back towards the crowd. Trish was headed her way, a guy Y/n didn’t recognize in tow.

“Hi Trish!” Y/n embraced the woman as she came up to the bar. Y/n eyed the guy awkwardly standing off behind her. Trish noticed her gaze and smiled.

“Y/n, this is Chris. He works on the lighting crew, mostly night stuff and what not. Chris, this is Jared’s baby sis, Y/n.” Trish put her hand on Chris’s shoulder and urged him closer. Y/n offered her hand to him and he shook it before quickly shoving back into his pockets.

“Yeah, or course. Everybody knows Jared’s little sister. Made quite a name for yourself.” He shrugged his shoulders. His words themselves were not rude, it was the inflection in his tone when he said it. It put an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Awkward tension quickly filled the silence that followed his words. A loud clap from Trish broke through it after what felt like years.

“Well, I have to grab those drinks, talk to you guys later.” She spun around, pretending not to hear either of them call after her.

“I don’t know what she expects.” Chris grimaced as he turned back to Y/n.

“Probably for you to offer to buy me a drink.” Y/n had to not laugh out loud at the idea. The fact that Trish would even think they would even get along was wild to her and the two of them had barely said two sentences to each other.

Chris scoffed. “It’s an open bar.” Y/n didn’t even hide her eye roll.

“Well don’t do me any favors.” She spit out, shooing him away like a cat that had just jumped on her counter.

“Whatever,” Chris mumbled before disappearing back into the sea of people around them. The next time she saw Trish, she was going to kill her for this. What had she been thinking? Y/n doubted that man had ever had a civil conversation with anyone. It would certainly explain why she had never met him before. Everyone had been trying to save her from the experience she just had. Y/n signaled the bartender for another, fully committed to not leaving the spot she currently occupied. Once the bartender acknowledged her, she dropped her head in her hands with a sigh.

“Same old Chris, it appears.” A soft voice came from her right, following her acknowledgment with a chuckle. Y/n snapped her head up, turning to see who was talking to her. Her stomach dropped almost instantly. If she hadn’t recognized the woman’s face, her fiery red hair would have been her dead give away. There, not even five feet from her was Danneel Harris. She had on a strappy gold sequin dress that fell all the way to the floor. Her hair was styled over her left shoulder, held in place by no doubt a hundred bobby pins. Danneel held a large glass of red wine in her one hand as she leaned against the bar as well.

Y/n took a deep breath to try and steady the hammering in her chest. She forced a smile on her face. “Uh, yeah. I was wondering why I hadn’t meant him yet. Then I realized my brother had been doing me a favor.”

Danneel laughed with a knowing nod. “I’m Danneel.” She offered her hand.

“Right, of course. I’m Y/n… Padalecki, Y/n Padalecki.” Y/n tried to shake the fuzziness from her mind as she shook Danneel’s hand.

“I know, you’ve done some amazing work. Congratulations on the business by the way.” Danneel had an honest smile on her face.

“Oh, thank you. It’s kind of surreal if I’m being honest.” Y/n admitted, her guard coming down as she grew more comfortable with the woman next to her.

“You’ve got this. Just stay clear of Trish’s hookups and you’ll do just fine.” She put her hand on Y/n’s shoulder and squeezed gently. “It was nice meeting you, take care of yourself.”

“You too.” Y/n called after the woman as she breezed past her and into the crowd. Y/n watched her move in between the moving bodies, eventually finding her target. Danneel wormed her way into Jared and Jensen’s group, position herself right next to Jensen.

Just when she thought maybe she would get the racing of her heart to calm down, Danneel took it upon herself to try and crush it between her fingers. It was unfair of Y/n to think that, considering there was no way Danneel could have known about her and Jensen. But it was Danneel for Christ’s sake. She was tiny, and beautiful and an actress. Essentially everything that the world expected out of a wife for Jensen. That’s why when they had announced their engagement, everyone was overjoyed for them. What came as a surprise was when that engagement had been called off. Y/n never had figured out why they called it quits either. Honestly, she had been too afraid to ask her brother, considering it wasn’t his business to share, but still, her and the rest of the world were beyond curious.

Y/n downed half of the second drink as it was set down in front of her. She never once took her eyes off of the small circle of people in the center of the room. They were all laughing at something, Danneel equally as transfixed on Jensen as Y/n was on the two of them. That’s why she didn’t see the woman sneak up next to her.

“Hey, what happened with Chris?” Y/n jumped as a hand fell on her shoulder. Her eyes shifted towards Trish for only a moment before going back to where Jensen was now talking to Danneel.

“Trish, come on.” Y/n glanced back at the woman, her gaze incredulous, before going straight back to Danneel and Jensen. “He was a total tool. I’m honestly offended that you even thought we would get along.”

“Well, you both could use a little relaxation and I thought may you could hate fuck.”

Y/n whipped her head back to Trish. “Jesus, Trish! What the fuck?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to be helpful.”

“Trish, I love you, but I don’t know how to make this any clearer for you. I’m good… happy. And I am certainly not that desperate to get some.” Y/n’s voice trailed off when she heard loud laughter coming from the group she had lost focus on.

“Fine, I get it.” Trish followed Y/n’s gaze when she realized she was no longer paying attention to her, a look of equal confusion crossing her features as she happened upon Y/n’s distraction.

“Did Jared invite her?” Y/n tried to keep her tone nonchalant when she noticed Trish had caught on to her fixation.

“No, I don’t think so. The two of them still run in some of the same circles, so she probably heard about it. Jensen was pretty messed up after they called it off. I don’t think Jared would do that to him.” Trish answered honestly. “I just can’t believe she actually came. She was the one who left him, after all.”

“Really?” Y/n hadn’t known that particular piece of information. After all, her only reputable source was Jared, and she hadn’t bothered with that.

“Yeah, said she couldn’t do the long distance thing. But with the show being over, who knows what will happen. They were really happy at one point, they could get it back.” Trish shrugged and walked off, unaware of the stab wound her words had left in Y/n’s chest.

“Who knows…” Y/n mumbled to herself. The last thing she wanted to believe was that Jensen would just go crawling back to his ex the second she looked back his way. But the two of them had been engaged, and that’s not some small thing. They had really loved each other. Y/n and Jensen hadn’t even come close to saying those three little words. The knot in her stomach clenched the more she thought about it. Her anxiety was rearing its ugly head, and as much as she knew it, she couldn’t focus enough to try and control it.

At this point, Y/n wasn’t even trying to hide her staring. It was rude, she knew that, but she just couldn’t stop herself. Her chest felt empty as she watched the two of them laugh at something and then, God help her, Danneel put her hand on Jensen’s upper arm.

Y/n’s gut dropped, and she shook her head to try and clear it. This was insane! Y/n was not a jealous person, nor did she ever want to be. She had worked so many years to grow out of the insecurities that had been ground into her. In this moment, after coming so far, she couldn’t, no she wouldn’t let them win again. It wasn’t fair to her.

Jensen looked up then, stopping when he noticed her watching them. He smiled at her, the expression warm. Y/n tried to return it, but she knew her smile was tight. Jensen’s brow furrowed slightly before he recovered. He winked at her before ducking out of the group, and making his way to the stage. He got Bob Singer’s attention as the current song they were playing came to an end. Bob knelt down on the stage to hear Jensen. He nodded eagerly and Jensen followed the length of the stage to climb the stairs on the side.

“Looks like we have a special request from the birthday boy himself. Ladies and gents, please welcome to the stage, Mr. Jensen Ackles!” Bob hollered into the microphone. The crowd erupted into a roar as Bob stepped back from the microphone and let Jensen take over.

“Firstly, I just wanted to thank all of you for coming tonight. I thought I could maybe sing something for all of you, if you would let me.” Again, cheers erupted from the crowd. Y/n was only growing more curious as Jensen continued. “Great, well this is a song that I’m sure you all know. I recently rediscovered it, and it has become my new favorite. I can’t seem to get it out of my head. Anyway, here you go.”

Jensen turned on the band, signaling them to start. It didn’t take more than a second for Y/n to recognize the tune they were playing, and even less time for the tears to form in her eyes.

I could stay awake just to hear you breathing

Watch you smile while you are sleeping

While you're far away and dreaming

I could spend my life in this sweet surrender

I could stay lost in this moment forever

Ooh, every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure

A half laugh half sob erupted from her chest as she remembered their first date at the ice rink. Jensen was officially the cheesiest, sweetest, most amazing man she had ever had the pleasure of knowing. He took this stupid, cliched song and made it their song. They had a song. It was so high school, but so adorable at the same time.

Lying close to you feeling your heart beating

And I'm wondering what you're dreaming

Wondering if it's me you're seeing

Then I kiss your eyes

And thank God we're together

And I just want to stay with you in this moment forever

Forever and ever

He got the whole crowd engaged, the lot of them swaying with the music. Meanwhile, she was wiping away the tears on her cheeks, careful to not mess up her makeup.

And I don't want to miss one smile

I don't want to miss one kiss

Well, I just want to be with you, right here with you

Just like this

I just want to hold you close

I feel your heart so close to mine

And just stay here in this moment

For all of the rest of time

In typical Jensen fashion, he embellished the ending of the song as it called for. The whole room was entranced. She hoped it would keep them from noticing how he kept looking back at her, how he was singing to her. It was a bold move, but honestly, at that moment, she didn’t care if everyone found out. Jensen was singing a song for her.

Don't want to close my eyes

Don't want to fall asleep

'Cause I'd miss you, babe

And I don't want to miss a thing

'Cause even when I dream of you

The sweetest dream will never do

I'd still miss you, babe

And I don't want to miss a thing

The melody faded out, and Jensen bowed out from the stage. The band thanked him for the little treat before getting back into their set. As Jensen disappeared from the stage, she broke from the small trance she was in, realizing quickly she needed to fix her face before anyone saw her. She rushed from the ballroom in search of a bathroom. The first one she came to had a small line coming from the door and she growled under her breath before continuing on. She stopped a server who pointed her towards the next closest bathroom. It was tucked in a corner near the entrance to the kitchen. Y/n was leaning into the door when a hand gripped her bicep and pushed her into the bathroom.

“Hey!” She protested, attempting to pull her arm free from the grip. Her words fell flat as she realized it was Jensen pushing her into the bathroom. He dropped her arm and twisted the lock on the bathroom door as it shut. Y/n watched in confusion as he bent down to check the stalls. “Jensen?”

Jensen turned to her once he was satisfied they were alone, his smile faltering when he noticed the tear tracks down her cheeks. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Y/n was taken aback, her mind taking a second to catch up to what he was talking about. She walked to the large mirror by the vanity and plucked a tissue to dab at her face. “Nothing, I’m good.” She chuckled at the irony.

“Are you sure about that?” Jensen came up behind her, one hand slipping around her to rest on her hip as he made eye contact with her in the mirror.

“Yeah.” She spun around to him and slipped her arms around his neck. “You sang a song for me on your birthday. I’m great.” And she wanted to believe her own words, but something was still working together that knot in her belly.

“I did? Here I thought I just liked that song.” He quirked up the corner of his mouth as he pulled her closer to his chest. Y/n grimaced, the subtle movement not going unnoticed by Jensen. Normally, she loved his teasing, it was a part of their banter that made their relationship unique to any other one she’s ever had. Right now, she couldn’t help but take his words to heart. For the life of her, she wished she wouldn’t have, but that weird feeling in her gut was too strong right now.

“Babe, I know what’s going on in that head of yours.” Jensen’s eyes pierced into hers before he kissed her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin for a moment. God, she hated how well he read her sometimes. For once, she would like to not be such an easy read. “I didn’t know she was going to be here.”

“I believe you.” Y/n’s shoulders dropped with her words.

“Jared didn’t know either. He’s not even sure how she found out about it, let alone why she flew all the way to Vancouver for one night.” He was trying to reassure her, but all she was hearing was that Danneel was determined to get him back, that she was here for what she had tossed away all those years ago. Y/n couldn’t blame her for that. Jensen was one of a kind.

“She came back for you.” Y/n noted solemnly.

“No, Danneel left me. Why would she be back now?” Jensen was honestly lost and Y/n almost felt bad for him. They really were two of a kind, neither one thinking that they were worth something. Not to mention it was obvious to everyone else in the room that she still loved him.

“Jensen, you dedicated so much of your life to Supernatural and now that it’s over she thinks that you two can just pick up where you left off. That you can finally have that fairytale that she wanted in the first place because you’ll have more time for her.” Y/n’s tone was clipped, much to her dismay. She didn’t want to be short with him, but she also couldn’t believe that he could be that obtuse. Her hands slid down his neck and came to rest on his chest, a weak attempt to push him away from her. Jensen didn’t budge though, keeping her secure in his arms.

“Y/n,” Jensen closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “She’s too late. I got over her a long time ago. I moved on.” He squeezed her hips to emphasize who he had moved on with. “Honey, you and I… I’m in. I’m all in.”

The look in his eyes begged for her to not look away from him. The stinging grew in her nose as she fought back more tears. The swelling in her chest now disguising the rolling in her abdomen.

“Yeah?” Her voice was a broken whisper.

“Yes.” Jensen nodded his head, his features more serious than she had ever seen from him. He dipped into her, pressing his lips to hers gently, testing the waters. Her hands wrapped around the lapels of his tux, pulling him closer to her chest before finding their way back around his neck. With her encouragement Jensen put all his emotion into that kiss. Every unspoken word and promise. Every need and desire. He needed her to understand, to feel his truth. Jensen nipped at her lower lip, enticing her to open her mouth to him. She moaned in response to his actions, her body shivering as Jensen’s hands trailed up her sides. He ran his thumbs along the swell of her breasts, showing extra attention to her hardened nipples.

Something had shifted, she could feel it in the electricity of the air around them. She could feel it in the way Jensen’s mouth moved against her own and how his hands gripped her tight. It wasn’t just about the hunger that had been between them since the beginning, it was something new entirely. Sure, she wanted to feel him, to feel his muscles ripple as fucked her, to feel the deep push and pull of him inside of her. But it was also about the emotion behind it. Jensen was here with her. He had chosen her, and he told her he would keep choosing her.

“Is there a zipper on this thing?” Jensen growled in frustration as he ran his fingers across the fabric of her dress.

“No, it’s a pullover dress.” She chuckled as Jensen dropped his head into her neck with a groan.

“Guess we’ll make due then.” He nipped against her neck, his hands now finding their way to the hem of her dress. Jensen tugged it up around her hips as he sucked along her jaw. He let his tongue guide his movements across her collarbone and back up to just below her ear.

“Jay,” She watched him with hooded eyes as he moved from her and dropped to his knees.

“Shh.” He urged her as tugged her thong down her legs. She stepped out of it, her belly dropping as she watched Jensen stuff the lacy material into his jacket pocket. Her pussy ached in anticipation as Jensen gripped her thighs and leaned forward to place a kiss to her lower belly. He wrapped his long fingers around her right knee and lifted her leg, urging it over his shoulder.

“Shit, shouldn’t we be doing this the other way around? It is your birthday after all.” The quiver in her voice betrayed the sincerity of her words. Right now, she couldn’t think of a better place for him to be.

“Are you kidding me? Best birthday dessert I can think of.” He flashed her his signature smirk, before licking his lips. He placed another gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh before moving on to her sex. Jensen wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked just hard enough to send pleasure pulsing through her bones. Y/n cried out, the sound louder than she had anticipated, but at this point she didn’t care. All she cared about was Jensen and the fire building inside her. Her stomach clenched as Jensen continued his work. He was pro at reading her body at this point, and he had her higher than she thought possible in no time.

Sweat was beading across her chest and neck as she watched the man between her legs. She braced herself against the counter with one hand, running the fingers of her other hand through the longer locks at the crown of Jensen’s head.

“Jay,” She whined as he kept her just at the edge. Her body was so close and he knew it, a low growl emanating from the back of his throat finally pushing her over the edge. Y/n came with a deep huff of air, the heel of her shoe digging into Jensen’s back as her body rode out the high.

“God,” He kissed her thigh again before lowering her quivering leg back to the ground. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” She threw her head back and laughed as she allowed him to help her hop up onto the counter.

“Don’t laugh at me.” He playfully chastised with a frown, his forehead scrunching together as he worked open his slacks.

“Quit making jokes then.” She quipped, only half serious. Jensen paused his movements, his pants hanging open. Y/n could see how hard he was behind his briefs, the sight distracting her momentarily until she realized he had stopped what he was doing. Her eyes flickered back up to his, his expression now serious.

Y/n/n,” He started with a sigh. He tugged her to the edge of the counter by her knees, fitting himself snug between her legs. “You are the most beautiful woman, inside and out, that I have had the pleasure of knowing. Please believe me when I say I’m the luckiest man in the world right now.”

“Okay.” She nodded in agreement. The hurt in his voice had her feeling guilty for what she had said. It wasn’t her intention to hurt his feelings. For some reason, her self deprecating humor had found its way back so easily that she hadn’t even noticed what she had said until it was out of her mouth.

Jensen searched her face for some indication that she may have been just saying what he wanted to hear. When he didn’t catch on to anything, he returned to removing himself from his pants, dropping them and his briefs to his thighs. Y/n grabbed his neck and pulled his lips back to his, her kiss hungry and sloppy as Jensen stoked himself a few times. He coated himself with her arousal before sinking slowly into her. He watched her as she grimaced when he stretched her out, her eyes never leaving the spot where he entered her.

“You good?” He had to make sure she was set before he continued. She nodded to him, her fingers scratching his neck where she held onto him. Jensen hitched her left leg around his waist and the other he lifted into the crook of his elbow before he set up his rhythm. He took his time at first, reading her reaction to every movement and trying to commit the sounds coming from her mouth to memory. He never wanted to leave this moment. He never wanted to leave her. She had wormed her way into his heart without even trying, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Both of their faces were flushed as the air became heavier in the room. Neither could be bothered with the sweat trailing down either of their bodies, both too engrossed in the other. The feel of the others body against their own, and the way they just seemed to fit so perfectly together. This is certainly not what either had expected from this night, but then again they weren’t complaining either.

“Fuck,” Jensen growled between clenched teeth. His movements began to become erratic as his instinct took over in search of his end.

“I know, I’m right there, Jay. Come for me.” Jensen cut off her words, his lips hungrily searching out hers. She met his eagerness, both of them lost in the moment as they neared the edge. Jensen pulled her down onto him hard as he came, his cock pulsing deep inside her. He stilled for only a moment before continuing a few quick hard thrusts as his thumb rubbed tight circles on her clit. It was her undoing then, her nose scrunching and her mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“Ah, jesus.” Jensen leaned into her as they both fought to control their rapid breathing. He tucked his face into her neck, inhaling the smell of perfume and sex on her skin. Her fingers slowly scratched the hairs at the base of his skull as she held him to her, content to listen to his heart beating in time with hers.

“Jensen,” Y/n reluctantly broke the silence in the room. They had already been gone too long, and she had one more thing she wanted to say to him before they parted ways. Jensen stood up to his full height and dropped her leg that he had in his arm as he pulled himself from her. “Jensen, I think it’s time we tell people, you know, about us.”

“What?” He looked up at her as he tucked his button down back into his slacks.

“I, well… don’t you think it’s time?” She hopped down from the counter, careful not to break her heels. A blush crept up on her face as she felt his cum drip down her thigh when she stood up straight.

“Yeah, I do.” He agreed with a soft smile. Hell, he wanted to shout it from the rooftops, right now. He was high on her and he couldn’t be bothered to give a damn about any consequences. Jensen turned to her as she shimmied down the hem of her dress. He stepped up to her, leaning down to give her a quick peck on the lips.

“Good, then it’s settled. We find the right time and we tell our family and friends.” Jensen felt his heart soar as he took in the smile now on her face. In that moment, he realized he would spend the rest of his life making sure she was happy, if only to see that smile on her face. Nothing else mattered more to him anymore than her happiness.

“I can’t wait.” He agreed. Y/n reached into his jacket as he kissed her again, but Jensen caught her wrist before she could snag what she was looking for.

“What are you doing?” He dropped his voice, his eyes narrowed as he grinned at her.

“I’m grabbing my panties.” She stated matter of fact. Jensen tsked at her, shaking his head in mock disapproval, his playfulness taking back over the moment.

“Consider them my birthday gift, besides you said it yourself, they were already ruined.” He grinned, releasing her wrist from his grasp. Her hands fell to her hips as she tried to determine if he was serious or not.

“Jensen, come on.” She tried, reaching towards him again, but he smacked away her hand with a shake of his head.

“I want you to be reminded of this moment all night. Everytime you feel my cum dripping down your thighs, I want you to think of me and how no one else can fuck you as good as I can.” Y/n couldn’t help the whimper that emanated from her throat at his words. She had to hand it to him, he was good. He knew exactly what to say to her. It was as if the two of them had been sleeping together for years, not weeks. There was no learning curve, they both just knew.

“Fine, keep ‘em.” She relented, her hands slapping down against her thighs dramatically.

“Thanks, babe.” Jensen moved to rush out of the bathroom, knowing people would be missing him by now.

“Wait!” She called, rushing after him. He turned, puzzled. Y/n motioned for him to lean down, running her fingers through his hair as he did so. “There all better.”

“What would I do without you?” He smiled wide.

“Crash and burn.”

Part 17

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Belonging

Summary: Rebekah begs Michael for a reminder of who she belongs to; without it, she will crumble.

Pairing: Michael!Dean x Rebekah

Word Count: 903

Warnings: Dub!Con (not sure how to label it really), katoptronophilia (engaging in sexual activity in front a mirror), bondage via grace, sex, just sex. The usual.

A/N: For those of you 18 and over! This fulfills my Michael!Dean square for @spnkinkbingo was inspired by The Chosen by @impala-dreamer and @covered-byroses. This is by no means part of their story, just where my brain headed after one of the later chapters. My fanfic of their fanfic, if you will. You should all read The Chosen because it’s awesome and can be found HERE.

Forever.

Always.

Michael’s words roll through her like a wave, crashing along the shore, only to return to the sea; to doubt. Amidst the fog of the alcohol that courses through her, it seeps into her very pores - the guilt. No matter what choice she makes now, it will be wrong. For her. For Sam and Dean. For the world.

If that’s the case, her only wish is to not be aware of the pain. She needs the reminder - his hand on her throat, his body flush against hers, his whispers in her ear - she needs him. They wash away the guilt and allow her to be - to be without the pain that weighs her down otherwise.

Slamming the glass against the hardwood table, she runs toward the opposing end of the apartment they occupy, where Michael stands on the balcony. He needs no interruptions, but without him, she wavers, and she can no longer afford to, for her sake and the sake of her sanity. “What is it, My Chosen?” He turns by degrees, his eyes fixed on hers, yet his mind is somewhere else. Carefully crafting his plans.

Fear courses through her. Not of him, but of uncertainty. “I still doubt, Sir. And I don’t want to.” Quickly, she closes the space between them, shutting out the world save for what is directly in front of her. In the forest green of his eyes, she’s lost - no desire to return. “Please. I need you to remind me who I belong to.”

A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “So simple,” he says, finger pushing away a strand of chestnut colored hair. His other arm rests on the small of her back, two bodies gently swaying back and forth, her doubt fading.

“Will you, Sir? Please,” she breathes against him. Her voice sounds so small, so opposed to the woman she was.

She knows his plans are of the utmost importance, but he insists she’s part of them, and without his touch she will crumble under the weight of her doubt.

Michael turns toward the bedroom without a word, her hand clasped in his. Behind him, she follows with a contented smile, willing to accept whatever reminder he has in store.

With a flick of his hand, a mirror appears across from bed. The cherry wood is ornate and sleek; its simplicity captivating. Before she can say a word, ask any questions, he turns her gaze toward his and presses her body against his. His lips glide over hers, as he breathes his being into her. She is his Chosen.

Rebekah’s calm demeanor gives way to desperation when his hands touch her skin. Clothing falls to the floor until she is bare before him. His tongue probes her mouth and he lifts her into his arms as easily as a doll. Groaning into him, Rebekah feels a familiar warmth wash over her - a calming ecstasy she craves like a drug. “Please, Sir.”

Michael lifts her onto the bed and flips her over so she is on all fours facing the mirror. The stark contrast between her lack of clothing and his crisp suit makes her feel small in a way only he can.

In the mirror, she meets his gaze, losing herself in the bright blue glow that fills them. A recognizable heat binds her wrists together behind her back, gently pulling her back until she’s kneeling. Despite the lack of binds, she’s bound to him - mind, body and soul.

“You know you are My Chosen,” he says softly, words falling over her like a blanket. “I cannot make good on my plans for this world without you by my side.”

A sigh escapes her as the words bubble up from her throat. “Your Chosen...”

The click of his belt sends a delicious jolt through her body. He presses himself at her entrance, slipping all the way in without any resistance.

“Your Chosen...”

“Open your eyes,” he commands. “You want the reminder - you will watch.”

As his cock slams into her over and over again, her mouth goes slack, mind blank. She tunes out everything except for the wet slapping of skin against skin, and the melodic sound of his voice.

“Who do you belong to?” He asks, roughly driving his cock into her cunt as his hand snakes around her throat. “Look at yourself and tell me.”

Whimpering, Rebekah goes to open her mouth, but nothing comes out, his voice and touch overwhelming her. “Y-you..” She manages.

The word isn’t enough and she knows it. She thrusts backward onto his cock, choking out the words he wants to hear. “I belong to you, Michael. I belong to you.”

“Our cause is just.” His hand massages the column of her throat; in an instant, he could end her in a million different ways, but he chooses not to - because she is his.

“Our cause is...just,” she responds, her voice somehow far away. “I believe in you, Michael.”

A low, satisfied chuckle rumbles against the back of her neck. “Beautiful. Look at yourself, my love.”

In her ecstasy, she hadn’t even realized she’d closed them. When she sees herself in the mirror, she smirks. She belongs here. “I’m yours, Michael.”

Chuckling, he lightly bites at her pulse point, reveling in the feel of her coming undone around his cock - pulled apart and broken down, by him, for him.

“Mine.”

#spnkinkbingo #spnkinkbingo2020 #michael!dean #michael!dean x rebekah #michael!dean fanfiction #michael!dean smut #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester smut #dontshootmespence #inspired by #the chosen #belonging

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leahxx129 · 4 years

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The Last Descendant (Sam Winchester x Reader) pt.1

The idea for this fic series was born many-many months ago and I even started writing it then, but I ran out of inspiration. Now I’m fully charged and almost done, so I’m going to start posting the chapters. If everything goes as planned, there will be five parts. I hope you enjoy! :)

Summary for pt.1: You are after a vampire but when you finally get the chance to eliminate him, a stranger unintentionally sabotages your plans, almost getting both of you killed in the process.

Warnings: decapitation, implication of sex

Word count: 1.780-ish

* picture source: Giphy

It’s almost midnight and the bar you are in is thriving. Loud piano music and raucous laughter fills the air besides the smell of cheap booze and smoke. It almost makes it hard for you to concentrate, but just almost. After all, you are you and if there is one thing you are damn good at, it’s keeping an eye on the target no matter what. And tonight, your target is a vampire. Your muscles tense up in your body as he finally signals to the chick he was hitting on to get out. You wait a couple of seconds before you start following them. The chilly air outside awakens you even more. You take a left turn to the alley where you’ve last seen the golden locks of the girl he was with and you get hit by something huge and heavy – to much of your surprise a man has been thrown at you like a rag doll.

„Oh, he’s got a partner!” the bloodsucker says in a way too loud and cheerful tone to your liking, given your head is still slightly buzzing from the impact. „Back in the days, hunters picked their partners more carefully, sweetheart!” he adds sarcastically „The idiot came at me with nothing but his bare hands.”

You can hear his footsteps getting closer and closer so you gather every ounce of strenght in your body and push the moaning man off you. Just as you get up, the vampire grabs you by your throat and lifts you up, your toes barely meet the ground.

„You know… you’re fairly pretty for a hunter.” he breathes as his teeth start descending. „You’re gonna make an exquisite corpse.”

„I’m… I’m n-not… a hunter!” you manage to spit out while clawing at his fingers for air.

He draws his eyebrows together in confusion, slightly loosening his grip, which allows you to pull the hidden machete out of your overknee boots. Before he could react, the blade glides over his neck effortlessly, but not deep enough to decapitate him. He immediately lets go and stumbles backwards, choking on the venom that’s invading his system. A small smile forms on your lips. The blade’s working. Honestly, you were quite certain it would, but in your line of work nothing brings more pleasure than getting proof up close. The blonde’s blood-curdling scream makes you realize she’s still there.

„He’s not human, girly! I ain’t gonna do anything to him he doesn’t deserve.” your reassuring speech doesn’t seem to comfort her at all, which results in you losing your patience and starting to yell „You know what, just get out of here! Move! NOW!!”

She never stops sobbing and trembling but does as you command her. With her gone, you turn back your attention to the vampire. He’s fallen to his knees, still choking. You can see the fear in his eyes - the kind you only see when they know they’re gonna die - and it gives you satisfaction.

„You know… you’re kind of not that ugly for a monster.” you give him a taste of his own medicine „You’re gonna make an exquisite headless corpse.”

A fraction of a second later his head rolls by his body and stops somewhere beside the dumpster.

Your mind is racing. Killing him on spot wasn’t exactly how you planned the whole ordeal. You wanted to follow them to the guys apartment, wait for the girl to go home, and get done with it there. The body would have been discovered days later and by then, you would’ve been at least two states farther... If you do a sloppy job and leave evidence the whole thing could be traced back to you and you definitely don’t want that. Your train of thought is disturbed by the man who landed on you. He seems to have gained conscousness and tries to get up. Boiling anger spreads through your veins as you stride to him and yank him up by his jacket, not being intimidated by the fact that in vertical he’s a lot taller than you.

„What the hell were you thinking, dude?! You almost got us both killed!” just as you finish your sentence the strong smell of alcohol hits you right in the face „Ugh, Jesus, man! Is there anything in that bar you didn’t drink??”

He shrugs, mumbling something that suspiciously resembles to ’water’ when the idea breaks through.

„Do you have a car, Abercrombie?” He nods. „Great. And do you have the keys as well?” Another nod. „Awesome. Where did you park?” He starts off but almost instantly trips in his own leg. If it’s not for you, he’d end up flat on his face. „Woah, woah… take it easy, buddy! You know what, just give me the keys and I’ll get the car. You wait here.” you extend your hand to him.

He eyes you up and down suspiciously but ends up handing you the keys anyway.

„It’s an Impala a… a block away… be careful with her. She’s my brother’s car.” he grumbled in a deep voice. The raw emotional expression on his face takes you aback and you comply, something which you rarely do.

„Okay… I will.”

You can’t help but smile at the room service guy’s awkardness as he puts down the breakfast you’ve ordered in front of you. Your satine bathrobe is a little too low cut and a little too short, which of course doesn’t escape his notice. The small pink blotches on his cheeks give him away instantly.

„Thank you, hotstuff!” you say winking when he’s finished serving. The compliment cathces him off-guard and he lets out a nervous laughter, then turns to leave, almost knocking off a vase in the process.

The door closes and you make a mental note to tipp well when you check out of the hotel. You’re definitely not a snob, but if you have a chance to choose between a run-down motel room or a hotel, it isn’t really a question. You can afford it, so why not? You pour yourself a huge cup of coffee, go over the bed and pull the curtains apart to check on Mystery Guy. Still comatose. Alright. You get back to the dining table and start to consume your meal when Mystery Guy begins to groan.

„Mornin’ Abercrombie!” you greet him as he’s scanning the environment squinting. His eyes pop wide open as soon as they land on you. Naturally, his first intinct is to search for his gun under his pillow.

„Lookin’ for this?” you swing the gun around your pointer finger. He pulls a face as he rubs his temple. „You see, I thought it would be your first move and I don’t like being pointed at with a gun, so…”

„You took it. Of cousre you did...” he tries to sit up but groans as pain shoots through his body.

„Easy, pal! You had what I’d call a rough night, I’m even surprised you’re in a condition to speak.”

He furrows his brows.

„Why? What happened last night?” a thought hits him and he checks under the covers. „Did we..did we uh… is that why I’m naked?”

You’re trying your best not to burst out laughing.

„You mean did we have wild and kinky sex and that’s why every fiber in your body is aching?” he nods shyly. „Nope. I’m not the reason for that, sorry. However, I am the reason that you are alive and kicking right now.”

„Care to ellaborate?”

„Sure. Last night you got so hammered that you went after a vampire without a single weapon. He was about to rip that pretty face of yours off, but then I stepped in and saved your bacon-”

„Speaking of… who’s that ’I’, exactly?” he interrupts.

„Very subtle... My name’s Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. You weren’t a man of manners either, Abercrombie, so I’d appreciate a name drop as well.”

He seems to blush a little at your pet name for him.

„It’s Sam. Sam Winchester. So now you can stop calling me Abercrombie.”

You almost choke on your coffee. There is no way in hell... You saved Sam Freaking Winchester’s ass?

„You’re bluffing.” you finally manage to vocalize.

„No, I’m not. Why would I?”

You eye him for a while. He’s right. Why would he lie about something like that? From what you’ve heard, everyone around the Winchesters has a tendency of dying too soon and no sane man would want to pose as a death magnet by claiming he’s one of them if he’s actually not.

„Okay. Well then, I gotta say… you and your brother made yourselves quite a name amongst hunters. Although not everyone’s a fan…”

„Really?”

„Yeah. Rumor has it that you saved the world multiple times but only because you were the ones who almost brought an end to it multiple times.”

He swallows hard.

„Do you believe these rumors?”

„I don’t judge people based on stories I hear, Sam, I judge people based on their actions I see.”

He nods in agreement.

„Anyways, let’s get back to what happened last night. After I’d saved you, I got your car and put the corpse in the trunk – which by the way is still there – and since you couldn’t really tell me where you were staying at, I brought you here. During the ride you leaned in and started smelling my hair. Insisted it smelled like vanilla and strawberries. Then you wanted to puke out the window, but it wasn’t even rolled down, so yeah…That’s still there too.” the horrid look on his face earned a small laughter from you „Wait, this isn’t even the best part yet. When we got here it took me fifteen minutes of begging to get you in the shower and when you finally finished, you came out of the bathroom in your birthday suit.”

„You’re joking, right?!”

„Nope, I can’t say I am. But don’t worry, I’m a lady, I didn’t look.”

You can see the redness of embarrassment creeping to his face.

„God, I’m so sorry. This is humiliating.”

„Relax, it can happen to anyone.”

An awkward silence falls to the room, neither of you know what to say next. You want to ask him why he went after the vampire drunk but decide against it. It’s non of your business after all and you don’t want to get involved. The blade is working, your job is officialy done in this town. You eat the rest of your eggs and bacon in silence, then go to the bathroom and get ready to leave. Sam watches you curiously as you gather your stuff from the room and head to the door.

„There’s aspirin and water on the nightstand for your hangover and there’s some breakfast on the table. The room is going to be paid for for today so feel free to stay and rest a little.”

„Thanks, Y/N. For everything.”

„Yeah, you’re welcome... oh, and the next time you’re on a hunt, try not to get yourself killed, Winchester.”

„Okay, will do!” he shoots you a shy smile as farewell.

#Sam Winchester #sam #supernatural #SPN #spnfic #fanfic #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #series #pt1

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shirtlesssammy · 4 years

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6x14: Mannequin 3: The Reckoning

Then:

Sam got his soul back

Now:

We pick up where we left off last time. Sam is unconscious on the floor with Dean pleading with him to wake up. He does wake, eventually. Kudos for not dropping how the last episode ended, but this is such a weird flex of an episode. Time to jump into how this random case of the week normally would start.

Great Falls Junior College

Paterson, New Jersey

Late at night, a janitor makes his rounds through the science lab. An anatomy dummy tracks his moves. He hears a noise behind him, but doesn’t notice the dummy is now gone. And before he knows it, there’s blood (from his own forehead!) dripping on the floor.

The air chills, the lights go out. The janitor is visibly spooked. He cries out to whoever is there. He runs --right into the sentient dummy, and gets a scalpel in the throat.

Sam’s still recovering from his brain attack. Dean has coffee, food, and pills of unknown material. Sam passes on the drugs. Dean asks if he wants to talk about it. Sam’s fine. He’s GOOD. Dean guesses that he was getting flashes of Hell.

Then we get this lovely exchange from Mr. Dean “self aware but don’t know what to do with it” Winchester and his brother.

SAM: Dean...I might've done...who knows what, and you want me to just forget about it?

DEAN: You shove it down, and you let it come out in spurts of violence and alcoholism.

SAM: That sounds healthy.

DEAN: Well, works for me.

Anyway, to take Sam’s mind off things, Dean’s found a case.

At the school, Dean starts goofing around with the anatomy dummy. He also gets a call from Lisa, which he rejects. Sam tells Dean to talk to her, but then is distracted when his EMF machine starts going haywire. Something is going on in this room.

Dean notices there are security cameras and the boys set to reviewing the tapes. The camera fuzzed out at the moment of the attack, of course.

Later, the brothers meet up again after conducting their respective interviews, which all revealed nothing.

Cut to a clothes making factory that night. A security man walks through the darkened place, full of sewing machines and mannequins. He turns towards a noise in the back. He calls out, but no one’s there. Well, no one but this guy:

And just like the janitor, the air gets frosty and the guard’s forehead slices open. A mannequin with a large pole impales the poor dude.

(It’s here that I’d like to take a moment to say that maybe I hate this episode so much because I actually loved the movie Mannequin as a kid. I remember watching that movie ALL THE TIME. I wanted to live in a mall after hours and fall in love with an ancient Egyptian goddess. And have Hollywood as a BFF. I don’t think I could watch it as an adult --it’s probably problematic AF. Natasha: SAAAAME)

Anyway, Sam and Dean arrive just as the coroner is hauling away the victim. Sam’s EMF goes wild around the mannequins. Dean’s creeped out by the ghost possessed mannequins. Or as he puts it: “I don’t like the way Kim Catrell is looking at me.”

Later, while doing more research, Sam finds an article about a missing woman who once worked at the clothes factory. She’s got a sister.

Lisa calls. Sam tells Dean to answer.

He does, and it’s Ben. He tells Dean there’s something wrong with Lisa. She won’t get out of bed, her door stays locked. He pleads with Dean to come help him. Dean doesn’t want to go, but Sam insists. Dean heads off to Lisa’s while Sam interviews the missing woman’s sister.

Looking at pictures, Sam sees that the janitor once worked at the factory with Rose, the missing woman. They have a lead. He heads to the factory and interviews different employees. We get a lot of montage interviews and then one interview with a derpy long-haired dude, Johnny. Sam asks him if he knew Rose. He hesitates. The dude’s a horrible liar. If a co-worker of yours disappeared, I think you’d know it --even if you didn’t know her before she disappeared. Sam shows the guy a picture and he admits to have seen her around. Johnny’s nervous and Sam calls him out on it.

Meanwhile, Dean gets to Lisa’s to discover she’s completely fine. Ben tricked them. Dean guesses Lisa’s going on a date. They decide to talk about things like adults finally.

At the factory, Mr. Johnny McNervouspants stalks through the factory, complaining about those darn Feds to someone on the phone. Blood drips from his face and he watches as a deep gash opens up on his forehead. Things are looking bad for this idiot, when Sam bursts in and saves him with a giant load of salt (oh, and also the condiment). Johnny tells Sam that he and his (now dead) friends pretended that Rose had a secret admirer. They left her gifts in her locker, then lured her to an apartment.

Flash back to the apartment, which is dimly lit with a romantic tableau on the table. A man sits with his back to the door and when Rose grabs his shoulder, she discovers it’s nothing but a dummy dressed in a tux.

The flock of dudes emerge from throughout the apartment, braying at their hilarious joke. Honestly, there is so much time and effort and money put into this bullying. Luring her to an apartment sure fucking feels like something far more insidious than “lol what a loser.” My discomfort meter is EXTREMELY HIGH. When she tries to leave, one of them grabs her. She falls and dashes her head against the corner of the coffee table. The blow kills her instantly.

Sam listens to all of this. “I’m not saying you deserve to die…” Sam says. (That’s just what I’M saying, okay?) Sam leaves Johnny penned in by salt while he heads off to find Rose’s body.

At Lisa’s, Dean heads up to talk to Ben. Dean learns that Lisa’s on her third date with Doctor Matt, and TV has taught Ben that it’s a big milestone. EYEBROW WAGGLE.

Ben wants Dean to come home and…just hearing that Ben made a place for Dean and called his home their “home” is enough to break my heart for poor Dean Bean. AND Ben. AND Lisa! “Just 'cause you love someone doesn't mean you should stick around and screw up their life,” Dean returns. Dean bby. While I’m petting Dean’s nose he further slays me with, “I think my job turns me into somebody that can't sit at your dinner table.” DEAN BBY noooooo. He refuses to stick around and watch Ben turn into a hunter.

“You know you’re walking out on your family, right?” Ben SLAYS us all.

For Oh No You Didn’t Science:

Sam burns Rose’s body. Case closed! Let’s all go home. Oh, wait. The Winchesters DON’T HAVE A HOME. Cut to Dean having a sad montage of fun times with Lisa as he drives back to the case. d e a n

Speaking of home, Johnny heads home to his best girl. Uh, best mannequin. Uh, best mannequin girl. He talks to his sex doll. He loves her very much, and it’s time to restart their life somewhere new. Um.

Cut to the next morning. Johnny’s dead on the floor and the sex doll sits demurely on her own. Free at last! Sam calls Dean. The job’s not over yet.

At Isabel’s place, Sam learns that she’s going to school in Great Falls…exactly where the janitor was murdered. Wherps. Sam digs for the tie between the cases and realizes in a moment of sweeping insight that Isabel is the link. “What are you wearing of Rose's? A ring? A bracelet? Her baby teeth in a locket?” Ah, the ol’ baby teeth in a locket keepsake. Classic sister jewelry.

Isabel confesses that she carries one piece of Isabel around with her everywhere…her kidney. “You’re kidding,” Sam deadpans. “You’re kidding,” fandom says.

Dean makes jokes about haunted kidneys when they reunite. They form a plan to head down to Louisiana and research a hoodoo solution, when Baby fires up. Rose is possessing the Impala! “She possesses sex dolls,” Dean complains. “This is not a sex doll.” (Me: Looks directly into the camera.) Baby/Rose races for Dean, chasing him all over the parking lot. Has anyone set this scene to the Benny Hill theme yet? Asking for a friend.

Dean basically turns himself into a bullfighter’s cape, luring Baby to crash into a storefront. The Impala stops, buried windshield deep in bricks and glass. Great work, everybody! And then Isabel collapses, blood bubbling from her lips. A giant shard of storefront glass juts from her stomach. The haunted kidney is toast.

Ghost Rose mournfully appears, apologizes to her sister, and they both depart the earth.

At Bobby’s place, Dean repairs the Impala. “We saved a few dicks and we killed an innocent girl. I got a heartbroken kid and a woman who's so pissed at me…” Everything’s terrible. Dean’s feeling beaten, but Sam’s optimistic. He has a soul now so…things could be worse? They’re gonna keep fighting.

None of These Quotes are Real:

None of this "it's just a flesh wound" crap

What's a Snooki?

We've been Parent Trapped

That the girl with the haunted kidney?

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faith-in-dean · 6 years

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Kendricks: A Hell on Earth - One

Summary: Due to a given promise of your parents, you were sold off to be a student at Kendricks University. Nothing seemed right, all the people were stuck up. Your professor was an asshole. An asshole that would wrap you around his finger and make your life hell.

Words: 1034

Pairing: Eventual Professor!Arthur Ketch x Reader

General Warnings: Angst, Violence, Murder, Character Death, Smut, eventual Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Cheating, Manipulation, Abusive Relationship (Some of these are not final and there might be warnings that need to be added as the story goes on. Not every warning counts in for every Chapter)

A/N: This is a Series I’ve had in my drafts for a long time and finally got around to write. This is a University AU with the twist of it being in the British Men of Letters style. I hope to post this once a week(every Sunday) and am dying to receive your feedback.

Masterpost

Loud noises from downstairs came to your attention. You hadn't thought your parents would expect any guests this day, after all, they would have told you if there was someone coming to visit you.

Usually, they would always make sure you would be at home when they were expecting someone, for whatever reason. But today you were supposed to be at work. Maybe they just forgot.

Sighing, you decided to go and check it out. When you entered the room, a group of suited men and women came into view.

“Uh, did something happen?” You asked, drawing your parents’ attention to you.

“Sweetie, pack your stuff, you're going with these people,” your father said, making you furrow your brows.

“I'm not going with anyone. I'm an adult and can decide for my own,” you insisted, making one of the ladies turn towards you.

“I'm afraid you don't have a chance, Miss Y/L/N,” her eyes lingered on you.

“Oh, watch me,” crossing your arms in front of your chest, you stared her down.

“Darling, please just go with them,” pleaded your mother.

“Why would I?! I don't even know these people!” For whatever reason, your parents were against you and you had no idea why.

“Because if you don't, we'll kill your parents in front of you before we'll kill you,” a man now said, making your heart stop in your chest. Just who were those people and what would they do with you?

“Now, it will be easier if you cooperate and do as your father has asked you. We're leaving in ten minutes, whether we have to force you or not,” the woman said again.

“I hate you,” you hissed at your parents before you stormed upstairs to pack a bag. You surely didn't want to but you also didn't want either of your parents or yourself to die and so you compelled yourself to pack.

The group of people was waiting at your front door when you came back down.

“We're so sorry, darling,” your mother said but you didn't believe one thing and so you just silently followed the people into a black van.

“You're now a member of the British Men of Letters and will learn at Kendricks. Here's a letter from your parents, explaining your situation,” the man said, handing you a letter which you reluctantly opened the letter.

Dear Y/N,

When you read this letter, you might be on your way to London already. You will be starting a career at a one of a kind University. We wish you could have decided for yourself but we didn't have much of a choice. The people you are facing, have helped us once and had us promise to hand you over once the time was right or they would have killed us. Hopefully, you will be treated right and have a good life there.

We love you,

Mom and Dad

Tears were beginning to run down your face. How could they just mindlessly sell you off? Whatever gave them the right to do that? You were heartbroken.

“That's what family is. Nothing but pain but don't worry, you will feel none of that at our school,” the lady said.

Yeah, because they seemed like they were going to be so much better. Why didn't you just run when you could? Probably because you'd be dead at this point.

You had been just as silent as the stick-up-their-ass looking people had been on the whole journey to London.

The building was huge and far from the city in a small forest area. Because they didn't need to be shadier. There wasn't much going on inside the building, a few people passed by but no one said anything.

Eventually, you were lead into a huge conference room, where another few people were waiting.

“Finally we can start,” a man with a straight face, dark brown hair and dressed in a dark blue suit.

Was this place full of people like this? Maybe you should have let them kill you after all.

“I am Mr. Ketch and I will teach you our ways. You will learn about our rules and actions as time goes on. Some will be hard, some will be even harder. But you either live with it or you don't live at all. I'll expect you tomorrow, in our first lesson. Don't be late,” he said before leaving the room.

“What an ass,” you muttered to yourself.

“Two of you will each be assigned with an older member of the British Men of Letters. They will show you to your room, hand out your uniforms and will show you around. I'm Dr. Hess and your mistakes will be delivered to me and I will decide over your punishment,” the elderly woman said.

A blonde lady came over to you and another brunette girl.

“I'm Lady Bevell and will show you around now,” she didn't even wait up for you as she headed off.

All of this place seemed so wannabe great. The people pretended to be better than each other and you were sure you were going crazy already.

And the uniforms you had to wear? Did they think you were in Hogwarts? Hopefully, your roommate would be better to be around with.

You didn't have much of a room to express yourself in your own dorm, well, what did you expect. But at least it was a quiet place to just focus on yourself for a while.

“I'm Mikayla, by the way. Sorry, we didn't have much time for that earlier,” the brunette introduced herself, plopping down on her bed with a sigh.

“Don't worry about it. I'm Y/N. And this place sucks. What even are these uniforms?” a sigh left you as well.

“Were you also forced here? Also, I wouldn't talk bad about this place too loudly, who knows who listens,” Mikayla shrugged a bit.

“I was. Seems like my parents sold me off,” you scoffed, “you're right. But you seem like a good person to be around with, so I'll rely on you.”

At least one sane person was around you. But just how bad was it going to get?

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Monster Movie: 4x05 Recap

Natasha would like to preface this recap by falling to the floor like a fainting Elizabeth Taylor and wailing, “You TOLD me I would love doing a Ben Edlund recap this summer. You TOLD me and you were right. DAMN you, you were right!”

Welcome to season four, and welcome to where we really start to see Ben Edlund shine and push the boundaries of this show!

With the cacophony of classic monster movie string music and the black and white fog setting the tone, we open to find Sam and Dean driving down the road in the Impala. Lightning flashes and thunder crashes just as they drive by a sign indicating their latest destination:

Dean hates the music in the area (that joke never gets old). Sam’s reviewing the case they came to investigate: Vic with a gnawed on neck, body drained of blood, and a witness who swears it was a vampire! Case closed? Sam’s thinking about the end of the world but Dean’s thinking about just today, and today they can chop off vamp heads. “It's about time the Winchesters got back to tackling a straightforward, black and white case.” Lolz.

Sam and Dean make it to the town, which happens to be celebrating Oktoberfest. Dean tells Sam that they have to go see the new Indiana Jones movie, but Sam already saw it; Dean was in hell. Boris wonders who got the better deal. (Ouch, I just hurt myself. Dean’s been out of hell 10 years but it’s still too soon to joke.) Dean’s easily distracted with a big pretzel so no hard feelings.

While Dean spots a friendly waitress, Sam spots the local sheriff, and they head to get the lowdown on the case. They head to the morgue to view the victim, and the giant fang marks on her neck. Dean also asks about the witness, Ed Brewer. The sheriff admits he’s not what one would call “reliable”.

The boys then head to the local pub to locate Ed. They find Jamie, the waitress Dean made eyes with earlier. Jamie admits that they don’t come off like feds. Dean reassures her that he’s a rebel.

Cut to the boys interviewing Ed, who’s indulging in a very large stein of beer. He’s the town joke; no one believes him. Sam and Dean reassure him that they know crazy, and want to hear his story. So he spills. Walking home from the bar, he noticed the assailant attacking the victim. He was a vampire: fangs, slicked back hair, and cape..and accent. Dracula through and through. (Can the music be any more spot on?)

Jamie and her fellow waitress, Lucy, talk about crazy Ed. Lucy blots her lipstick on a napkin. After interviewing Ed, Dean heads to ask Jamie for a beer, and Sam notices Lucy’s cast off napkin. The brothers agree that it’s not really their case, but Dean insists they enjoy Oktoberfest anyway.

They settle into a booth and Dean requests a beer from the bar wench. Jamie complies but doesn’t bite when Dean asks when she gets off (she’s no Mandy!) Dean admits to Sam that “it’s time to right some wrongs.” He came back from hell with no old scars. He’s been re-hymenated! With an eye roll, Sam calls it a night and Dean asks Jamie what her plans are, but she declines. Dean lets her know that they’re probably not staying on the case --it’s not weird enough.

Cut to a full moon and two younguns swapping spit in a car. The guy is being a dick, so he’s thankfully sucked from the car by a hairy armed werewolf.

Later, the brothers interview the girl, Anna-Marie, about what happened in that car.

Dean asks for a description of the creature. She’s adamant that it was a werewolf. Between sips of her Mega Big Gulp, she describes in detail what that werewolf looked like.

In the morgue, Dean wonders what the hell’s going on in this town. It seems like it was a werewolf, but the heart was left in the vic.

Back at the pub, the brothers discuss the odd turn the case has taken. It’s like a monster movie mash-up. Jamie brings the boys another round of drinks and makes plans to meet up with Dean later that night.

LOOK AT THIS BEAN! Is there meta for just this episode? I mean, we’ve got all his coping sublimations: alcohol, food, and sex. He’s fresh from hell, and NOT DEALING.

At the Canonsburg Museum of American History, a guard is on the phone inquiring about an odd delivery. Suddenly the sarcophagus opens and a mummy emerges! The guard starts shooting the monster, but ends up on the strangled end of that monstrous roll of toilet paper.

Later, while the sheriff’s department takes care of the deceased, Sam and Dean analyze the sarcophagus. It was from a prop house in Philly, and it had prop dry ice in it. They’re dealing with a monster with a good sense of showmanship. Sam finds the whole case stupid, and Dean realizes he’s late for his date with Jamie.

Having waited too long for Dean, Jamie takes off walking through the foggy late-night streets. A flutter of wings (different from angel wings), Jamie turns to find Dracula. “Good evening.” Jamie takes off running (or slow movie running at least), until she’s cornered. Dracule insists he must have her, but she sprays him with pepper spray and makes her getaway. “Son of a …”

Jamie runs into Dean, and he sees Dracula in hot pursuit. “Son of a bitch.” Dracula is offended by Dean’s language. “Okay,” Dean responds, and promptly punches him. Dracula gets the upper hand in the fight though, and just when all looks lost for Dean, he rips at Dracula’s ear, and it comes off. Dracula runs away, with Dean in hot pursuit.

Dracula jumps a fence that Dean can’t make, and makes his getaway on a scooter.

(Boris may be going a bit overboard with the gifs)

Sam finds Dean and Jamie in the closed bar and Dean greets him by asking Sam to touch the ear he ripped off of Dracula. Nice to see you too, Dean. There's a reason though. Our beautiful, tactile-oriented Dean realized they were hunting a shapeshifter by the feel of the ripped off appendage. Furthermore, he managed to nab Dracula's medallion and discovered that it was also from the same prop shop as the mummy's casket.

“You guys are like Mulder and Scully or something? The X-Files are real?” Jamie asks after watching the exchange. Yep. Pretty much.

Sam uses his giant brain to deftly figure out the mode and motive behind their beast. The shapeshifter seems to be morphing into his favorite horror characters to act out fantasies, and the shifter calling Jamie 'Mina' and Dean 'Mr. Harker' are clear references to Dracula's love interest and competition.

Dean asks if anyone strange has come to town and Jamie scoffs at the question. Dudes. It's Oktoberfest. Who isn't here and being weird? Jamie does recall Ed, however. He moved to town just a month ago and Lucy swears he's sweet on her. He's the projectionist at the old movie theater in town. Dun dun DUN! Sam heads off to scope it out while Dean stays behind and guards (or “guards”) Jamie at the bar.

Jamie wades her way through the OMG-monsters-are-real-what-is-life-even victim arc. Also, Dean's not really FBI, right? “Not so much,” Dean admits. He does, in fact, drive around the country killing monsters.

“Wow!” Jamie exclaims. “That must suck.” (Cue record scratch.)

“The last few years it started weighing on me. Of course that was before...” He tells her he had a near death experience but now life's been different. He realizes he helps people. He saves them. “It's awesome,” he says – not convincing me AT ALL. “Like a mission from god,” he says with tones of distaste. However, while he's starting to spiral down the manpain drain, Jamie cagily asks if that means he's celibate because otherwise...wink wink nudge nudge say no more. Dean snaps out of his introspection quagmire and leans in for the kiss...

...Which is rudely interrupted by Lucy switching on the lights and rummaging around at the bar for a bottle of booze. Omigod did she interrupt? She falls over herself, embarrassed, but Jamie invites her to join herself and Dean for a drink. Dean is thrilled at the prospect of hanging out with two best gal pals. Platonically.

Sam heads into the heavily retro movie theater. Old horror movie posters line the halls and Sam advances into the theater as gruesome horror music swells. Look out, Sam! Your hair is too long! You're now the delicate maiden in this horror plot.

The organist plays on, nothing but a terrible shadow projected behind the silver screen. And then Sam bursts in on him just as he switches to a light Calypso tune. Ed, our mysterious organist, cowers under Sam's gun. Sam tries to rip off his ear and fails. Wow. That’s a test for shapeshifter he's never tried out again. Once burned, right Sam?

Sam: It's supposed to come off.

Ed: No, it's not.

Back at the bar Jamie and Dean are getting wasted while Lucy looks on, amused.

Dean realizes he’s been roofied, stands up, and punches Lucy. She looks up from the floor and shoves her jaw back into place while Dean demands to know what she put in their drinks. And then he collapses to the floor unconscious, the precious angel.

When Dean wakes he's dressed a loose white shirt and lederhosen, and strapped to a wooden slab with metal bars. Très Frankenstein chic! (Side note: don’t think about how creepy it is that our shifty shifter likes to use people as dress up dolls. DON’T think about it.)

Dracula swans in. It turns out that “Lucy” was modeled after “bride number 3 from the first film.” Dean laughs, utterly captivated by the utter weirdo monster case they've managed to land. Dracula swans across the floor to argue with Dean about movies. “I am ALL monsters,” Dracula announces. And in his movie, the monster gets the girl and Jonathan Harker gets zapped with a gazillion volts of electricity.

Dracula slowly and dramatically reaches for the switch while Dean struggles. The music builds and builds and...the doorbell rings. “Ah! Zat is zee doorbell!” he might has well have said, lifting his cape over his nose and flying away upstairs. Well, he does actually do the latter and Dean's life is spared for another few minutes.

Dracula throws open the door theatrically. It's the pizza guy! “Tell me,” he asks. “is there GARLIC on this pizza?”

“Fuck my life,” mutters the pizza guy and drives off into the sunset in search of better fates.

Sam finds his way back to the bar where he discovers the broken bottle. He's also unable to reach Dean on his cell and notices Lucy's lipsticked napkin. “Lucy,” he mutters, eyes alight with revelation.

Dracula invites Jamie to put on a Mina-like gown and then join him for...PIZZA. Jamie doesn't want to play his game though, and begs to go home. Dracula snaps and shouts in a deranged and very un-movie-like manner for her to “put on the gown.”

Sam breaks into Lucy's house cat-silently because he's Sam Fucking Winchester and stalks through the house. Jamie has donned the gown and Dracula/Lucy apologizes for scaring her. Life is too real, too brutal, without the veneer of the movies. Dracula/Lucy’s father called them a monster and tried to beat them to death with a shovel, and so they escaped into the fantasy worlds offered by movies. It's sad but Jamie, quite rightly, asks how killing people works with Dracula/Lucy’s general victim narrative. There's a noise from within the house and Jamie screams for Dean. Dracula/Lucy knocks her out and heads off to head off the hunters.

Sam finds Dean and unlocks him (though there is much merriment) and they kick their way out of the prop dungeon. They fly through weak facade walls and fight Dracula/Lucy. Things are looking bad for our heroes when the shifter is suddenly shot several times in the chest. Dracula/Lucy turns, shocked, to find that they were shot to death by Jamie's steady hand. (I mean, if you're going to subvert movie tropes HELL YEAH the heroine is gonna save herself. Dracula/Lucy dies.

And so the case is concluded. Still filmed in gorgeous black and white, Dean kisses Jamie a fond farewell. She thanks them for saving her life before disappearing back into the wilds of Oktoberfest.

I Want to Quote Your Blood:

It's time the Winchesters got back to tackling a straightforward, black and white case.

Yeah, you got me -- I mean this killer's some kind of grade-A wacko, right? I mean, some Satan worshipping, Anne Rice-reading, gothic, psycho vampire wannabe.

I'm a maverick, ma'am. A rebel with a badge. One thing I don’t play by: the rules.

I have been re-hymenated.

Hey, you think this Dracula could turn into a bat? That would be cool.

And...scene.

I can't get over what a pumpkin-pie-eyed, crazy son of a bitch you really are.

You've brought a repast. Excellent. Continue to be of such service, and your life will be spared.

'Twas beauty that killed the beast.

The hero gets the girl, monster gets the gank. All in all, happy ending -- with a happy ending, no less.

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