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Daily J2 Breakdown
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This interview has my whole heart.
"We’re best friends, period. He’s my best friend for life. I don’t think it’s that remarkable, but it’s definitely special."
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Supernatural siblings
WE ARE BROTHERS FOR LIFE, SUPERNATURAL HUNKS JARED PADALECKI AND JENSEN ACKLES TELL T2 Priyanka Roy What Would You Tell Jared And Jensen If You Met Them? Tell [email protected]   Published 19.10.13, 12:00 AM
Through nine seasons, the Winchester brothers — Dean and Sam — have battled demons, busted metaphysical myths and redefined chills and thrills on the small screen. In an email chat, Jared Padalecki (who plays Sam) and Jensen Ackles (who plays Dean) tell t2 about the show (Season 9 currently airs Monday to Thursday at 8pm on AXN) that’s made them a household name across the world.
When you were first approached to play brothers who bust ghosts and hunt down devils, did you ever think that Supernatural would become the show it is today?
Jared Padalecki: We’re one of the longest running shows on television! When I turned 31 (on July 19 this year), I remember thinking, ‘Wow… I’m 31 and this is my ninth season. This is a third of my life!’ It’s pretty amazing. I feel that what we’re doing this season could go on for however long the writers, and the fans, want to keep it going. We’ve opened so many doors and we didn’t close any... we didn’t kill this or stop that, we just left it so that we can do anything. What the writers have chosen to do is so awesome. I want to strangle them because I’m really excited about it — but I’m not allowed to tell you anything more at this stage. My hands are tied.
How does Season 9 carry the drama forward?
Jared: Season Nine is really cool! I’m more excited about shooting this season than any other season of Supernatural. I was really excited when I read the first five scripts and I think they are the best five episodes I’ve ever read, including Season One. As an actor, and as a fan of the show, I’m really excited about it. I am certain that the fans are going to think the storyline is badass this season. And I’m really hoping that they like my choices as an actor when they see what happens.
At the end of last year, Sam was not getting better. Well, this storyline will explain how Sam gets better. Dean says, ‘Hey buddy, stop the trials and you’re not going to die.’ And so Sam does stop the trials, but clearly he does not get better. We know that at some point between then and the second episode of Season Nine, he gets better and you’ll find out why immediately.
How much of Sam is Jared and how much of Dean is Jensen?
Jared: I grew up with Sam — I started the show when I was 22. I even met my wife (Genevieve Cortese who played Ruby) on this show. In fact, now I try to find similarities between the character and my own personality.
Jensen Ackles: The longer we become these characters, go through so much on and off, we get a greater clarity about ourselves. Now I know the clear differences between Dean and me. The only exception being that we look exactly alike!
What’s been the most challenging bit about playing Sam and Dean?
Jensen: I’d say... just I think, the emotional toll that he has sometimes where he doesn’t think that he is of value, that he isn’t equal to the people that he surrounds himself with. He’ll put other people first before himself. He’s very quick to sacrifice himself, and that’s difficult. I think it’s also a noble trade. 
Jared: And I feel Sam is very pensive and he’s very fastidious when he’s trying to get a task done. And Jared’s like that. I read instruction booklets, I really do... when I get something, I can’t buy something and just go like, ‘Oh, I’ll figure it out.’ I read and re-read it and I try and really figure everything out. And I like that... Sam kind of takes that approach. And I guess before I started acting, I was going to be an engineer, and maybe that’s what it comes from, just that kind of break everything down to put it all back together, reverse engineering or whatever. However, sometimes I feel like I wish Sam would make a hard decision.
Do you believe in the supernatural?
Jensen: I wouldn’t call myself superstitious, but I do suspect there’s more between heaven and earth... even hell. I’m open for spiritual experiences, although I haven’t needed any salt yet to ward off evil spirits from my home!
Jared: I firmly believe that things happen for a reason. That may sound melodramatic, but I don’t believe coincidence exists. And I also believe we’re not the only living creatures in this universe.
Which have been your favourite moments on the show so far?
Jensen: My favourite moment is when the brothers made a commitment to each other in the church. This is a commitment that they’re going to check in with each other... that they are going to remain partners and stay on the same track and not be like, ‘You go do this while I go and do that, and we’ll all try to solve the world our own way.’
Is there anything you would want to change about Dean and Sam?
Jared: There’s a term we use, to “man up” — “man up and get the job done”. Sam ends up making a decision, but I don’t think he takes a stand. There’s a small difference, and I wish he’d take a stand sometimes.
You guys have been sharing screen space through nine seasons. What kind of a dynamic do you share off screen?
Jensen: That’s almost impossible to explain. Nine months a year we’re stuck with each other literally 24 hours a day, seven days a week because we’re working on the show. Even doing stuff for ourselves in between isn’t possible. We’re constantly together. And even when we’re not actually working together during the nine months, or the other three months out of the year for that matter, we always find ourselves choosing to hang out and be together. But what I’m saying is, if you compare our relationship with Dean and Sam’s relationship on the show, there is a huge difference. Jared never drives me up the wall.We can talk to each other about anything.
Whenever we’ve fought, it’s been for each other! Like, I’ll do or say something and he will too and the other one might not like it, but in the end we’re doing it to help or protect them and it’s never against him. I think we do have that loyalty and I can honestly say you know, I’d trust my life with this guy and I guess in relevance to Dean for Sam, I would jump in front of a bullet for him any day and never think twice.
Jared: And the best part about Jensen and my relationship is it’s gonna be that way when we’re on the show and not. I mean, unfortunately for him, he’s stuck with me for life now and that’s important. But look, brothers and sisters, for that matter, sometimes fight. Or worse... they can’t get along at all. Between Jensen and me there have never been any issues and I think that’s rather special.
Jensen: We’re best friends, period. He’s my best friend for life. I don’t think it’s that remarkable, but it’s definitely special.
Are you aware that you have a huge fan following in India?
Jared: I was so surprised when I was informed that we have a huge fan following in India. Until recently, I had no idea that the show was even airing in India! It feels so good to know we have fans across the continent.
Jensen: I had no idea either. Jared and I both found out about it together! We are dying to come to India... it would be amazing.
What’s the craziest thing a fan has done for you?
Jared: The people will come up and be like, ‘Oh, my gosh! I saw an episode where this happened and it made me think of this time when I saw this.’ And you’re like: ‘What did you do? Get the salt?’ So the fans are pretty funny. The fans of the show are certainly. They’re not casual fans. People, if they know the show, they know the show, which is nice. It’s wonderful to have such a dedicated audience and a loyal following. It’s become part of the show and we’ve made episodes about our fans. So that’s fun, and they certainly share their stories with us.
Source: telegraphindia.com - October 19th 2013, written by Priyanka Roy
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Telegraph India article (October 19th 2013)
Supernatural siblings
WE ARE BROTHERS FOR LIFE, SUPERNATURAL HUNKS JARED PADALECKI AND JENSEN ACKLES TELL T2 Priyanka Roy What Would You Tell Jared And Jensen If You Met Them? Tell [email protected]   Published 19.10.13, 12:00 AM
Through nine seasons, the Winchester brothers — Dean and Sam — have battled demons, busted metaphysical myths and redefined chills and thrills on the small screen. In an email chat, Jared Padalecki (who plays Sam) and Jensen Ackles (who plays Dean) tell t2 about the show (Season 9 currently airs Monday to Thursday at 8pm on AXN) that’s made them a household name across the world.
When you were first approached to play brothers who bust ghosts and hunt down devils, did you ever think that Supernatural would become the show it is today?
Jared Padalecki: We’re one of the longest running shows on television! When I turned 31 (on July 19 this year), I remember thinking, ‘Wow… I’m 31 and this is my ninth season. This is a third of my life!’ It’s pretty amazing. I feel that what we’re doing this season could go on for however long the writers, and the fans, want to keep it going. We’ve opened so many doors and we didn’t close any... we didn’t kill this or stop that, we just left it so that we can do anything. What the writers have chosen to do is so awesome. I want to strangle them because I’m really excited about it — but I’m not allowed to tell you anything more at this stage. My hands are tied.
How does Season 9 carry the drama forward?
Jared: Season Nine is really cool! I’m more excited about shooting this season than any other season of Supernatural. I was really excited when I read the first five scripts and I think they are the best five episodes I’ve ever read, including Season One. As an actor, and as a fan of the show, I’m really excited about it. I am certain that the fans are going to think the storyline is badass this season. And I’m really hoping that they like my choices as an actor when they see what happens.
At the end of last year, Sam was not getting better. Well, this storyline will explain how Sam gets better. Dean says, ‘Hey buddy, stop the trials and you’re not going to die.’ And so Sam does stop the trials, but clearly he does not get better. We know that at some point between then and the second episode of Season Nine, he gets better and you’ll find out why immediately.
How much of Sam is Jared and how much of Dean is Jensen?
Jared: I grew up with Sam — I started the show when I was 22. I even met my wife (Genevieve Cortese who played Ruby) on this show. In fact, now I try to find similarities between the character and my own personality.
Jensen Ackles: The longer we become these characters, go through so much on and off, we get a greater clarity about ourselves. Now I know the clear differences between Dean and me. The only exception being that we look exactly alike!
What’s been the most challenging bit about playing Sam and Dean?
Jensen: I’d say... just I think, the emotional toll that he has sometimes where he doesn’t think that he is of value, that he isn’t equal to the people that he surrounds himself with. He’ll put other people first before himself. He’s very quick to sacrifice himself, and that’s difficult. I think it’s also a noble trade. 
Jared: And I feel Sam is very pensive and he’s very fastidious when he’s trying to get a task done. And Jared’s like that. I read instruction booklets, I really do... when I get something, I can’t buy something and just go like, ‘Oh, I’ll figure it out.’ I read and re-read it and I try and really figure everything out. And I like that... Sam kind of takes that approach. And I guess before I started acting, I was going to be an engineer, and maybe that’s what it comes from, just that kind of break everything down to put it all back together, reverse engineering or whatever. However, sometimes I feel like I wish Sam would make a hard decision.
Do you believe in the supernatural?
Jensen: I wouldn’t call myself superstitious, but I do suspect there’s more between heaven and earth... even hell. I’m open for spiritual experiences, although I haven’t needed any salt yet to ward off evil spirits from my home!
Jared: I firmly believe that things happen for a reason. That may sound melodramatic, but I don’t believe coincidence exists. And I also believe we’re not the only living creatures in this universe.
Which have been your favourite moments on the show so far?
Jensen: My favourite moment is when the brothers made a commitment to each other in the church. This is a commitment that they’re going to check in with each other... that they are going to remain partners and stay on the same track and not be like, ‘You go do this while I go and do that, and we’ll all try to solve the world our own way.’
Is there anything you would want to change about Dean and Sam?
Jared: There’s a term we use, to “man up” — “man up and get the job done”. Sam ends up making a decision, but I don’t think he takes a stand. There’s a small difference, and I wish he’d take a stand sometimes.
You guys have been sharing screen space through nine seasons. What kind of a dynamic do you share off screen?
Jensen: That’s almost impossible to explain. Nine months a year we’re stuck with each other literally 24 hours a day, seven days a week because we’re working on the show. Even doing stuff for ourselves in between isn’t possible. We’re constantly together. And even when we’re not actually working together during the nine months, or the other three months out of the year for that matter, we always find ourselves choosing to hang out and be together. But what I’m saying is, if you compare our relationship with Dean and Sam’s relationship on the show, there is a huge difference. Jared never drives me up the wall.We can talk to each other about anything.
Whenever we’ve fought, it’s been for each other! Like, I’ll do or say something and he will too and the other one might not like it, but in the end we’re doing it to help or protect them and it’s never against him. I think we do have that loyalty and I can honestly say you know, I’d trust my life with this guy and I guess in relevance to Dean for Sam, I would jump in front of a bullet for him any day and never think twice.
Jared: And the best part about Jensen and my relationship is it’s gonna be that way when we’re on the show and not. I mean, unfortunately for him, he’s stuck with me for life now and that’s important. But look, brothers and sisters, for that matter, sometimes fight. Or worse... they can’t get along at all. Between Jensen and me there have never been any issues and I think that’s rather special.
Jensen: We’re best friends, period. He’s my best friend for life. I don’t think it’s that remarkable, but it’s definitely special.
Are you aware that you have a huge fan following in India?
Jared: I was so surprised when I was informed that we have a huge fan following in India. Until recently, I had no idea that the show was even airing in India! It feels so good to know we have fans across the continent.
Jensen: I had no idea either. Jared and I both found out about it together! We are dying to come to India... it would be amazing.
What’s the craziest thing a fan has done for you?
Jared: The people will come up and be like, ‘Oh, my gosh! I saw an episode where this happened and it made me think of this time when I saw this.’ And you’re like: ‘What did you do? Get the salt?’ So the fans are pretty funny. The fans of the show are certainly. They’re not casual fans. People, if they know the show, they know the show, which is nice. It’s wonderful to have such a dedicated audience and a loyal following. It’s become part of the show and we’ve made episodes about our fans. So that’s fun, and they certainly share their stories with us.
Source: telegraphindia.com - October 19th 2013, written by Priyanka Roy
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You didn't ask but I will tell: TV translation works in such a way that the translators usually work with the original audio and/or scripts. Stuff can be mildly changed in post production for the OG language, but that's usually mild (changing one or two words in the ADR). The dub+the strange editing (Dean has no tears, turns around, suddenly crying) in the episode that aired in English+ statements from the staff about stuff being cut means that (very very likely) Dean originally said ''ily2''.
And that after his ''ily2'', Cas got taken by the Empty (to mega uber hell) and /then/ in the next episode Dean was supposed to have a total breakdown /while also screaming Cas' name/. People heard it being filmed. Jensen Ackles, the actor, says he asked a crew member to record the original take ''so I can see misha and me doign it, not just cas and dean'' (paraphrase). Which means that he has evidence of the original recording, if this is all true. Which is unironically appears to be.
Y'ALL.... Was being in the supernatural fandom always this wild or is this just us living in a post November Fifth world.... Suddenly I think I can truly understand why it was so prevalent in the mid era of tumblr
That is incredible, and the only way I can fully appreciate it is by saying 'it'd be like if, after the miritama soulmate scene was cut from the anime, three weeks later the french dubs come out and not only have it but also straight up 'ily' in it'. Wild. Truely wild. Turns out, translation teams were the best weapon against homophobia all along
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Pairing: Alex x Reader (background J2) Rating: 18+ Tags: Dom/Sub relationships, Sub!Alex, Domme!Reader, Dom!Jensen, Sub!Jared, sex/bdsm club, voyeurism, exhibitionism, pegging, humiliation kink Word Count: 3.3k Created for: @spnkinkbingo - Dom/Sub
A/N: Thank you so much for being my first ever commission Sin! I've had a lot of fun tackling this challenge because I've never written a Domme!reader before but I really appreciate you trusting me with your idea, and I hope I do it justice ❤️
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This is a weird idea, even for Alex. A night out with his cast mates isn’t unusual, and Y/N has gone along on plenty of group dinners with Alex, Jared and Jensen (that were essentially double dates) before, but they usually ended by closing out the hotel bar or crashing in someone’s guest room. They had never ended up at a proper club before, let alone planned a whole evening around going to a specific one. But that’s the plan tonight.
When Alex informs her that the location was Misha’s suggestion, it makes even less sense to Y/N. Misha seems like he would be the least likely of all of them to actually enjoy clubbing but hey, what does she know?
“Alex, I don’t have anything to wear!” Y/N complains from inside their closet, hoping her boyfriend can hear her through the bathroom door.
“That cannot be true,” she can hear the amusement coupled with a light mix of exasperation in his tone.
“What did they tell you the dress code was?” Y/N calls as she continues to flip through the clothes hanging in front of her.
“Misha said, and I quote, ‘dress slutty’.” Alex appears in the doorway to the closet and leans against the frame, tucking his arms across his chest. Y/N actually does a double take when she sees him.
“I see you took that advice literally,” she eyes him, gaze dragging across his body and catching against each new feature she notices like sandpaper running against the grain. Alex is dressed casually, but most definitely sluttily too. A loose and frayed wife beater hangs off his shoulders, showing off his waist where one side is tucked into his shorts. The elastic of his boxers is sticking out over the shirt too, which is completely on purpose in a move to tease. The denim shorts are tight, torn-up, and just to the knee. Y/N has seen him wear them before, and she knows when he turns around she’ll have an amazing view of his ass.
“I’m good at following instructions,” Alex smiles, clearly pleased with himself that he’d successfully fulfilled his remit.
“So eager to please,” Y/N teases over her shoulder as she goes back to thumbing through outfit potentials. “Honestly, the fact that Misha is telling us to dress slutty and not Jared must mean dress really slutty.”
“You could just not wear anything,” Alex offers as a suggestion. “Nothing sluttier than free access.”
“In your dreams, babe.”
“How did you know?” Alex is mock horrified and you laugh along with him when he breaks character. “Still can’t decide?” and Y/N shakes her head in response. “Can I pick for you? I do have a pretty good memory of all your sluttiest outfits.”
“Hey! Who you callin’ a slut Mr. Slutty McTightShorts?” Y/N rounds on Alex, comically enraged.
“You, duh,” Alex laughs and pecks her on the cheek as he moves over to a drawer where Y/N keeps her underwear.
Alex goes straight for the lingerie, Y/N should have guessed, and he pulls out a matching set of lacy thong and longline bra, both enmeshed in patterns of criss-crossed elastic and ribbons. Then he ducks down to the bottom drawer where Y/N keeps a load of her old college clothes that she’s too sentimental to get rid of, and rummages through it, clearly looking for something specific. He finally liberates a skirt that barely has the right to be called a piece of clothing. Y/N can’t even remember why she owns that. Finally he reaches for a swingy tank made of a light gauzy material. It’s really meant to be a cover-up for the beach because of how loose and flowy it is but Y/N imagines that is Alex’s intention behind picking it – he knows it won’t stay on properly or do a single thing to hide the bra she’ll be wearing beneath it. Alex hands her the pile of clothes, again looking very pleased with himself.
“You’re really not pulling punches tonight, are ya?”
“I just want to show off how awesome my girlfriend is,” Alex shrugs.
“Yeah, you want to show off all of her, apparently,” Y/N holds up the small skirt skeptically.
“You’ll look incredible, scouts’ honour,” Alex swears, grinning.
“If we show up and the others aren’t dressed super slutty, I’m gonna maim things.”
“I won’t stop you,” Alex laughs and pushes Y/N out of the closet. “C’mon get dressed so we can go down some alcohol before the car gets here.”
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They’ve both knocked back a beer and a shot when the car pulls up and a message pops into the group chat saying they’re here. The night is close and warm outside of the air conditioning, and for that reason at least Y/N is glad to be wearing such a small amount of clothing. When the young couple slides into the car they’re greeted by Jared, Jensen, Misha, and his wife Vicki – another surprise to Y/N, as she doesn’t come out with them too often. Something about tonight must be special.
“Hey hot stuff!” Jared greets them, grinning as he eyes them both up and down. Jensen pinches him on the leg. “Behave.” Jared doesn’t let it derail his examination.
“Thanks, I know, right?” Alex jokes and ruffles his hair, throwing Jared a wink. Y/N gives him a side eye, silently imitating Jensen’s instruction of behave. Alex grabs for her hand and kisses it in a gesture of reassurance, dropping their joined hands to his lap and keeping them there. Alex is a flirt, just like Jared, but Y/N knows that he would never stray from her. At least, not unless she tells him to.
The car proceeds to drive them across town to an area of L.A. Y/N isn’t familiar with. She and Alex haven’t lived in the city very long, so it’s not like she’s expecting to know every inch of its nightlife scene but this place seems much more out of the way than she was expecting them to be going. The streets they’re trundling down are dark, not bright and shining with neon and glittering lights like so much of downtown tends to be. The occasional person or couple is walking along the sidewalk, but overall it’s deserted by city standards.
“Where are we going again?” Y/N pipes up from her seat, looking out the window and spotting another couple in dark coats holding hands as they amble down the side street.
“We’re almost there,” Vicki smiles reassuringly at Y/N, then turns to Jensen. “Tom texted to let me know he’s set aside a table upstairs for us, so everyone can just watch or they can join in, whatever you want.”
“Who’s Tom?” Y/N asks curiously, she hasn’t heard the name before.
“He’s our boyfriend,” Misha answers matter of factly, like he’s trying not to betray any emotion around the statement until he can judge Y/N and Alex’s reactions to that news. Y/N can’t pretend she isn’t surprised, but the more she thinks about it the more she realises that Misha is always quite private about his and Vicki’s relationship – this must be why.
“Oh, cool dude,” Alex laughs, giving an approving nod, almost like he’s impressed with Misha’s nonconformity. Y/N smiles. Alex always loves finding out about what people have going on ‘outside the box’, it helps him come out of his own shell just a little bit more every time.
“Can’t wait to meet him,” Y/N chimes in, just to quiet the small hint of wariness she can see playing behind Misha’s eyes. He relaxes visibly and smiles, much more his carefree and goofy self in that instant.
“Oh, s’that it?” Jared points out the window to a dim neon sign and a small group of people sitting on benches and little round tables, smoking. The block letters shine against the rough brickwork of the building they’re mounted on, grey and sophisticated, unlike all the garish colours Y/N would usually expect from a nightclub.
Femme Fatale.
Y/N hadn’t known what to expect when they got inside but she never would have expected what she’s witnessing now. Femme Fatale is a swingers club. Not just that, it’s a BDSM swingers club.
How had they known? Y/N wonders. She and Alex don’t usually make a habit of discussing that aspect of their relationship with other people. Especially since Alex is still pretty new to being a Sub. He had toyed with the idea of being a Dom in a previous relationship, and technically he labels himself as a Switch when people ask, but he once he had told Y/N that since he met her she brings out a part of himself he hadn’t really connected with properly before, and he loves it.
His eyes are wide now, blown out with obvious lust as Y/N watches him watch his surroundings. Jared is the same, and Jensen is watching him just as intently as Y/N is watching Alex. With how they act, Y/N always suspected that Jensen and Jared were in a Dom/Sub relationship, and she was quietly smug that she had been right. Misha and Vicki had left the party at their table on the exposed balcony as soon as their boyfriend Tom, who Y/N now understands is the manager of this club, had shown them in and sat them down. Now, Y/N knows what Vicki had meant in the car about them just being able to watch if that’s what they wanted to do, instead of joining in. Misha and Vicki have clearly opted to join in, and Y/N can’t see where they went off to, lost in the heaving crowd of people below them.
So far, she’s enjoying watching, and Alex clearly is too. His slutty shorts are doing nothing to hide the semi he’d popped almost the second they walked in. It isn’t so much her thing, but Y/N knows Alex has an exhibitionist streak, and she can easily imagine what must be running through his mind right now. Being out in the middle of everything, shown off, performing. And Y/N thinks she might like showing him off, showing everyone what a good little boy he can be for his Mistress, showing everyone how much control she has over him. How much he wants to do everything she asks of him, to please her.
“Jared,” Y/N looks away from Alex when Jensen speaks, and Alex looks up from the ground floor where he had been watching some of the people on display. “Do you want to go play?” Jensen asks neutrally, very carefully leaving the choice up to Jared, without betraying his own feelings on the notion.
“Can we?” Jared’s eyes light up instantly and Y/N smirks to herself. Jared and Alex are more alike than she realised.
“Yeah, c’mon baby boy,” Jensen smiles indulgently and holds out his hand to Jared, who takes it and follows him down the stairs to the play areas. Y/N looks back to Alex, whose eyes are glued to his cast mates’ backs.
“What about you, baby boy?” Y/N purrs, using Jared’s nickname teasingly and Alex blushes as she runs her nails up his bare arm. She’d never called him that before but it’s clear he likes it. “Do you want to go play?”
“I–” Alex breaks off, considering. “Can we just watch for a bit? See what everyone’s doing?” he asks nervously.
“Of course, sweetheart,” Y/N smiles and offers Alex her hand. They make their way down the iron grate staircase into the madness that has been churning below them this whole time. It’s easy to spot Jared and Jensen, despite the crowd. They stick out above the heads of a lot of the people nearby because most of them are bent over or crouched down to some extent.
They’re at the edge of the dance floor, in a space that’s still public but is cordoned off for more… intimate play. There’s two St. Andrew’s crosses bolted on the wall, both currently occupied with girls – one wearing an assortment of leather straps with metal studs poking out of them, and one wearing absolutely nothing but the cuffs binding her to the beams. Leather couches and benches are dotted around the floorspace, all covered with partially to wholly naked occupants engaging in every variety of sexual activity Y/N can imagine. Alex looks like a kid in a candy store watching it all unfold before him.
“You can watch whoever you want, but no touching without my permission, okay?” Y/N speaks into Alex’s ear so he can hear her over the bass of the music that’s vibrating through the crowd around them.
“Yes, ma’am,” Alex salutes her cheekily and starts to move away but she grabs the neck of his shirt and hauls him back, looking him sternly in the eye.
“Do you want to try that again with a little respect, baby?” Alex drops his eyes and looks penitent.
“Yes, Mistress.” He gives her a weak smile, asking for forgiveness, and Y/N decides to let him off this time.
“Good boy,” she leans up and kisses his forehead before giving him a swift pat on the backside. “Have fun, I’m going to grab a drink,” Y/N points to one of the bars lining the far side of the play area. “Find me that way if you want me, okay baby?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Alex nods meekly, giving Y/N a small kiss before he ducks into the crowd towards a group of spectators all watching a girl tied to a bench getting teased by her Domme and a flogger. Typical, Y/N smiles to herself and makes her way to the bar to order a glass of wine.
Wine in hand, Y/N spins on her heel and looks around the room. Alex is still where she left him and a few groups over she spots Jensen, his back to her, watching something else she can’t quite make out between everyone’s bodies. Jared doesn’t appear to be anywhere though. Y/N decides to have a look at whatever Jensen’s observing, curious what’s got him so stoically still. There’s a lot going on around him but it becomes instantly clear which performer Jensen’s watching when Y/N approaches and peeks over his shoulder.
Jared is on his hands and knees, in amongst a crowd of people. There’s a sort of black leather platform that he’s perched on, so they’re elevated from the floor. It puts Jared’s mouth at the perfect height to reach people’s waists, which he’s currently putting to good use by swapping between two men with their cocks standing out stiff from their jeans. Jensen is watching closely, smirking at the crowd all raptly watching his boyfriend. When Jared takes the man with the bigger cock so deep that his nose is pressed to the man’s stomach, Y/N can’t help but laugh.
“I see why you like him so much,” Y/N bumps her shoulder against Jensen and he jumps, looking down at her and grinning when his brain catches up to her comment.
“Yeah he’s good with his mouth,” Jensen agrees, smiling proudly.
“Nice of you to loan him out.”
“I like to think I’m generous,” Jensen shrugs. “But not too generous,” Jensen catches the arm of a man trying to round the platform to get to Jared’s ass instead of his mouth. “Sorry man, no guys back there.”
“Oops, sorry dude,” the guy backs off quickly, and Y/N is impressed by how respectful the whole exchange is.
“Is that Jensen only territory?” Y/N questions, wiggling her brow.
“Yeah I don’t like other guys fuckin’ him,” Jensen explains. “But I like girls pegging him, it’s fun to humiliate him like that.” Just then Y/N spots a small woman climbing into a strap on with the help of her partner, who drops to her knees to suck on the dildo a little before covering it in lube from the bottle on the ground by the platform.
“No kidding,” Y/N whistles lowly, in awe as she watches the girl push the black silicone inside Jared, inch by inch. The way his hole is pulsing around the intrusion is almost hypnotic. She tries to picture what Alex would look like, on his hands and knees amongst all these people, everyone watching him get split open by some little girl with a big dick… everyone seeing him loving it, like Jared clearly is.
Y/N hears Jensen laugh beside her and she jumps a little, clearing her throat in embarrassment at being caught out staring at Jared’s asshole so blatantly.
“Sorry,” she clears her throat again and takes a sip of wine to hide behind her glass.
“It’s okay,” Jensen laughs again. “I wouldn’t let him do this if I didn’t want people to watch him.”
“Good point,” Y/N acknowledges, feeling a little better. “And um, out of curiosity,” Y/N pauses, trying to frame her question politely. “How did you get Jared to agree to the pegging?” Jensen raises an eyebrow at Y/N curiously. “You know, one Domme to another,” Y/N elaborates, so Jensen doesn’t think she’s trying to ask if she can peg Jared. That’s the furthest thing from her mind right now.
“No kidding?” Jensen chuckles, clearly impressed. “Well, I don’t know what you and Alex get up to normally, but it wasn’t too much of a stretch for Jared. He gets off on humiliation and I get off on humiliating him, and this fits that bill for both of us.” At that comment, Jensen looks back to Jared and smirks before reaching down to adjust himself subtly, and Y/N laughs. “What about it is calling to you?” Jensen asks, and Y/N has to pause to consider that before she can hit on the answer.
“It’s the one part of Alex I don’t think anyone’s touched. I mean he’s never mentioned it if he has done it before but I don’t think he has. The idea of marking him like that, of having something no one else can have from him…” Y/N trails off, letting her thoughts spiral as she feels the space between her legs heat up. When she adjusts her stance, she feels the slick brush of wet panties against her skin. Yes, she loves that idea. The thought of taking that last first, touching a part of Alex that no one else has touched. Being literally inside of him. Fucking him into submission would take on a whole new meaning.
“Yeah, that’s hot,” Jensen agrees and Y/N smiles dreamily. Now she just needs to figure out how to bring it up to Alex. “Hey,” Jensen taps her on the shoulder and points over Jared to the other side of the crowd, “you might not have to do as much convincing as you think.”
Standing across from them, Jared still on his hands and knees between them being fucked at both ends, is Alex. His eyes are fixed steadily on Jared, the rest of the world a mere blur around him and the object of his focus. His pupils are huge, in part due to the dark of the club but Y/N knows it’s also to do with desire. She watches his eyes dart back and forth and realises that he’s not just watching Jared, he’s watching the dildo that’s steadily fucking in and out of Jared’s ass, following its movements closely. He licks his lips and Y/N smiles. Jensen is right, she’s not going to have to convince him at all. He already wants this.
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Double The Trouble (Part 3)
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Summary: After getting back to Austin for the summer, the reader’s relationship with the boys finally gets to a good place...
Masterlist
Pairing: Jared x reader x Jensen
Word Count: 5,300ish
Warnings: language, implied smut, little bit of angst, fluff
The day went by quickly. Both boys needed to restock their houses after being away for a few weeks and you helped clean or whatever needed to be done. You were coming in from setting the trash from dinner down in the garage when you saw them both sitting on the living room couch, staring out the dark back window, a storm about to roll in.
“She seems much better today,” said Jensen.
“Yeah. She’s a blend of us. Hopefully she knows we understand and aren’t angry with her,” he said.
“I think she does,” said Jensen.
“Jay. Don’t hold back. She’s your girlfriend too,” said Jared. “You’re allowed to give her a hug or kiss without me being around you know.”
“I’m a bit of a chickenshit at the start of a relationship but you already knew that,” said Jensen, giving him a quiet laugh.
“This one’s different for more than one reason though,” said Jared.
“Very true,” said Jensen. You made your way over to them, putting on one of Jensen’s records quietly before taking a seat between them on the couch. Jared leaned over and rested his head on your shoulder, listening to the thunder crack and a flash of lightning fill the room. Jensen was a bit tense, watching the first heavy fat drops hit the windows.
You nudged closer to Jensen, bringing Jared with you. You nestled your head on Jensen’s chest while you tucked into his side and threw one arm behind his back, your other wrapped around Jared’s shoulders. Jensen glanced down at you as if he wasn’t sure what to do before quickly moving his left arm around you, his right pulling himself closer to you, grazing the place where Jared had wrapped his own arm around you.
“I could get used to this,” you said.
“Mhm,” hummed Jared. You tilted your head up to Jensen, getting a nod and smile from him.
“Me too,” he said.
Over the next three weeks, the three of you eased into a rhythm of having fun during the day, date nights, concerts, getting lost exploring the city. Jensen had completely come out of his shell with you. Jared seemed happier than you’d ever seen and the boys were often laughing together like you’d heard a million times.
And then you saw your face online one Sunday morning, pictures of you kissing Jared and Jensen out on a date from two nights before. To make it worse, they were at a con, right that second. Someone would surely ask about it. You’d probably ruined both their careers in an instant.
You barely had time to start properly freaking out when you got a text from Jared.
Hey. We just saw. Take a deep breath for us. We know you’re freaking out. We love you, that hasn’t changed. We’ll call as soon as the panel is over. We knew this would happen someday. It’s alright. You’re our girl and we’ll be home as soon as we can.
You took the deep breath as instructed, taking another before you felt yourself calm down a little. He was right. You all knew it was coming. You just wished you’d gotten a little more time before the world started calling you a freak.
“Hey,” said Jared, brushing your hair out of your face when he walked in the bedroom that night. You rolled over from staring out the back window, Jensen setting down his bag before he was over too. “You were crying all day, weren’t you.”
“This is going to affect your jobs and future jobs and-”
“And we said our piece when the question got brought up at the con. You’re ours and if we couldn’t handle some mean internet comments, we wouldn’t be in this business in the first place,” said Jensen. He sat on the edge of the bed, resting your head in his lap while Jared wiped off your face with his sleeve.
“And shockingly...there’s a whole lot more support out there than there is hate,” said Jared. You lifted your head, both of them giving you smiles. “Socially, sure it’s a bit different. But we’re not doing anything wrong or bad and the fans even told us how happy we looked and acted at the con. Even if they thought different, this is our lives, us three. I’m not giving you up ever and neither is Jensen.”
“Okay,” you said, nuzzling your head back into Jensen’s leg, trying to lean into Jared’s hand on your cheek but having a hard time deciding which way to go.
“Someone wants a cuddle,” said Jensen, bending down and kissing you. “I’m gonna shower quick if you want first dibs, Jare.”
“I’ll take it,” he said. Jensen headed into the bathroom, Jared following him and returning with a warm washcloth, bending down in front of you when you sat up. He helped clean off your face, bumping his nose to yours when he finished. “Okay baby?”
“Yeah. I didn’t want anyone to say anything bad to you guys,” you said, closing your eyes. “You don’t deserve that.”
“You don’t either,” he said, pressing his lips to yours. “I love you.”
“I love you,” you said.
“Did you grab some dinner?” he asked.
“Yeah. I put the leftovers in the fridge for you guys,” you said.
“Mind if I get some before our cuddle?” he asked.
“No,” you said, giggling slightly. “No, I’m feeling better now. I was more scared about losing you guys but I don’t think I ever had to be worried about that.”
“Never, baby,” he said. “I’ll be back in a minute if you want to relax.”
“Alright,” you said. Jared took off and you stood up to stretch, spotting their open bags with dirty clothes. You gathered them up and tossed them in the basket. You debated going in the bathroom but you’d be in and out quick to grab Jensen’s dirty ones. You ducked inside and picked them up off the floor, nearly out of there when the steamed up shower door opened and you caught sight of wet feet. You slammed your eyes shut, Jensen shuffling around for a moment.
“I could have gotten the laundry,” he said gently. You shook your head, a wet finger grazing your cheek. “You can open your eyes, honey.”
Keeping your head high, you opened your eyes, catching Jensen’s green ones staring back. His hair was dark, spiked up in some places, matted down in others.
“You look so cute,” you said, smiling for a moment like he wasn’t there.
“You too,” he said. You kept your gaze up, Jensen chuckling before he rested his thumb on your chin. “I got a towel on. You can look.”
“We haven’t done this yet,” you breathed out.
“You’ve seen me without a shirt on before,” he said.
“You’re pretty much naked,” you said.
“Almost,” he said. “It is a bit nerve wracking.”
“Jensen,” you said, hearing a hum from him as your gaze went down to his chest. “Maybe tomorrow. Not tonight.”
“Hey, no pressure. Ever,” he said.
“I know. But I think it’s time,” you said.
“Whatever you want, honey.”
“Alright you two crazy kids,” said Jared the next night, hopping up from the couch. “I’m crashing at my place tonight. Have some responsible fun now.”
He gave you a wink and a kiss, smirking at Jensen.
“Don’t let this one handle you too hard,” he teased.
“She can handle me however she wants,” said Jensen back.
“Have fun guys,” said Jared. The house was quiet after he left, Jensen rubbing the back of his neck.
“Come on,” you said. You slid over next to him on the couch and straddled his hips, Jensen staring up with hooded eyes as you threw your arms around the back of his neck.
“I so didn’t strike you as an on top kind of girl,” he said. “Not that I have a problem with that.”
“We’re both nervous and I remember the first time I did this with Jared he gave me some advice,” you said.
“Which was?” he breathed out.
“Just kiss me and I’m yours,” you said. “I wasn’t so nervous once we got into it all.”
“I think I better kiss you then,” he said. He shot a hand to the back of your head, pulling you in as you leaned forward. He was more serious than Jared, more serious than his usual self even. You pulled back for a split second, staring him down. He smirked and gently tugged on your bottom lip, turning it into more of a game, a game you were enjoying as he rolled you off his lap and onto the couch. He leaned over you, taking control for a minute, slowing the kiss down. You pushed back on his shoulders until his back hit the cushions, Jensen panting quietly as you planted a harsh kiss on him.
“Bedroom,” you said. He nodded his head, smiling wide. You pulled him to his feet and into his room, kissing a few more times as you took your time undoing the buttons on his shirt. You pushed the material to the floor, Jensen hooking his thumbs at the bottom of your own shirt and pushing it over your head. You felt your cheeks start to heat up but ignored it as you kept undressing one another. When he spun around to kick off his jeans you froze up, wrapping your arms over yourself.
“Hey,” he said, a certain softness in his voice you hadn’t heard before. He gently took hold of your hands but didn’t pry them away from your body. “You’re beautiful.”
“Sorry. Still nervous,” you said.
“Me too,” he said. “Do you want to keep going?”
You smiled and nodded, giving him a kiss while you moved your hands away. You felt his own rest on your hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into the skin.
“You are gorgeous,” he murmured.
“Why don’t you take the rest off,” you breathed out. He hummed and moved his hand around your back, working your bra off, keeping his gaze focused on your face while you shimmied out of your underwear.
“Correction. You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said. You giggled, Jensen pulling you closer to the bed. You ran your thumbs over the edge of his boxer briefs, glancing down to see him straining to get out of them. “S’okay.”
You pushed the underwear down, blinking slowly a few times as he kicked them aside. His cheeks were a little pink by the time you looked up.
“I guess they’re right about everything being bigger in Texas,” you said.
“I don’t think you’ll have a problem with that,” he said, working you back towards the bed. You sat down on it, Jensen smiling as he sank down to his knees. You tilted your head, Jensen tsking you. “Ladies first.”
“I hope you’re not a gentleman all the time,” you said.
“Oh no, not at all. But tonight, I’m all yours.”
The covers were mostly kicked off when you woke up the next morning, Jensen wearing a soft and sleepy smile while he lay beside you.
“Morning,” he said, kissing you and moving some hair out of your face. “Have fun last night?”
“Yeah,” you said, kissing his bicep when you were too lazy to move. He chuckled and lifted your chin up, leaning over for you. “I’m glad we finally did that.”
“I’m not sure I’m quite ready to have someone else in the room or bed yet,” he said, getting a nod from you. “But maybe someday.”
“I don’t think any of us are there yet,” you said. “Want to get Jared over for breakfast?”
“I already texted him. He’s bringing it over,” he said.
“Mmm, smart boys. Glad I fell for the smart boys,” you said. “Better get up for him then.”
“We can stay a few more minutes,” said Jensen, flashing you a smirk.
“Alright. Alright. A few more.”
“Hey Jare bear,” you said that night, sticking your head in his bedroom. He said he wasn’t feeling well that afternoon and he decided to stay at his own place, claiming he didn’t want to get you or Jensen sick. He hadn’t acted like it, only a bit more quiet than usual but if he didn’t feel good, you’d take him at his word.
He was asleep in bed and you gave him a sad smile. You pulled out some medicine and tissues for him you’d bought and set them on his nightstand, refilling his glass of water from the bathroom. He sighed quietly and you spun around, Jared popping open an eye slowly.
“Hey babe. You feeling okay?” you asked, rubbing your hand over his head. He didn’t feel warm and he barely met your gaze. “You’re not sick, huh.”
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have lied,” he said, shutting his eyes again.
“Jared. Talk to me. You having a bad day?” you asked.
“Yeah,” he said.
“You know, before we were even dating, we came up with bad day rules,” you said. “Supposed to talk to me, or someone or just have someone there and you don’t have to talk.”
“I know,” he said.
“Okay,” you said, climbing on the bed beside him. You pulled his head into your lap, Jared nuzzling you a few times before he began to relax. He was quiet and you only moved to send Jensen a quick text that you’d be at Jared’s that night.
You smiled when you saw his response and set the phone to the side for a moment.
“Jared. Jensen wants to know if you want him here too,” you said. “Or just me. Either way is okay with him he said.”
“No,” said Jared. You nodded and reached for your phone, Jared sighing. “Wait. Yes. He can come.”
“Does this have something to do with Jensen?” you asked softly, running your fingers through his hair. He didn’t speak, only lay there while you continued the soothing motion.
“It’s not what you’re thinking. I’m not jealous or anything so please don’t worry over that,” he said.
“Okay, babe,” you said, moving your thumb over his cheek, tickling the beard that’d grown in. He turned into it, starting to relax a bit more.
“I realized there are things I can’t ever give you now, things you should have and-“
“Sh. I have you and Jensen. That’s what I want,” you said.
“Your life would be so much easier if you just went with him. He’s not screwed up. You don’t have to deal with this the rest of your life or-“
“You are not screwed up. He isn’t perfect. None of us are. I want to deal with the both of you. I got what I want. What matters to me is that you get what you want too,” you said.
“I got that,” he said quietly.
“If there’s a problem with you and Jensen, we need to talk about this,” you said.
“There’s no problem,” he said.
“Okay then. Can he come over cause he’s texting me non stop over here worried about you,” you said.
“Yeah. Yeah, he can come over.”
Jared was in better spirits but was still off when Jensen came over. He hummed as he walked in the bedroom, taking a seat on the bed before they both were looking at you.
“I think you boys should talk,” you said. “About your relationship.”
Jensen raised an eyebrow and Jared made a face but you giggled and shook your head.
“You two love each other but you’re on edge and I want you to talk through it. For both your sakes. You’ve both said things to me that make me realize we have forgotten this part of the relationship. You two were best friends long before I showed up. Get back to that, please,” you said.
They were both quiet. Jensen nodded and turned to Jared.
“I know I’ve let you down a lot the past few months and not been there when I should have been. I know I got distant and that was a shitty thing to do. But we’re best friends again and I need to know you’re okay. You don’t...you don’t know how much I need to know that you’re okay,” he said. “Alright?”
“Why'd you stop talking to me?” asked Jared. “Like actually talking, not the small talk that was going on.”
“It hurt, seeing you two together. I needed time to get over that and separating myself was working. I told myself it was working anyways. But I was losing both my best friends. It was wrong. I tell you all the time you can talk to me or we can just hang out and I’m there. And I didn’t talk when I knew better. I didn’t even want to be around you,” said Jensen. “I’m sorry.”
“Okay,” said Jared. “I get it. Trust me, I get not wanting to talk about stuff and the distance thing. But Y/N had a point I think. We have to take care of each other too. It sounds like we got her settled into this better but not us.”
“There’s more than one relationship in this. You two have to care about the one you guys have and I don’t want your relationship to just be about me now either,” you said.
“We’ll be better about it,” said Jensen.
“Promise,” said Jared. “I’m sorry too.”
“For what?” asked Jensen.
“I could have showed off less that I was dating Y/N. I was excited and I knew-“
“Shut up. We’re good,” said Jensen. “You two let me in when you didn’t have to. We’re all good.”
“Alright,” said Jared.
“Okay. Where’s your beanie?” asked Jensen. Jared sat up and looked around for one, Jensen smirking before he got up and went over to his bag. He pulled one out and pulled it down over Jared’s head. “Take that one, buddy.”
You tilted your head, Jensen raising an eyebrow.
“You got your bad Jared day ways and I got mine,” he said.
“I’ll have to remember that one,” you said. “You feel any better?”
“Mhm,” said Jared, rubbing his eyes. “Kind of tired.”
“Movie in bed?” you asked. Jared nodded and Jensen grabbed his bag, heading for the door when you scowled. “Where are you going?”
“Guest room? Like I normally do when we crash here?” he said.
“Watch the movie with us,” you said.
“Yeah dude. I won’t pull the yawn and stretch move on you,” said Jared, sounding more like himself.
“Well what incentive do I have to stay now, buttercup?” teased Jensen.
“Asshole.”
“Dick,” said Jensen. “You guys sure you’re okay with...not alone time?”
“I’m not really in the mood for that tonight anyways,” you said, Jared giving you a smile. “I’m just going to put on some pajamas quick.”
You cut through Jared’s bathroom to the closet, finding one of his t shirts and pulling it on. You looked around for some boxers to use for shorts and almost jumped when you spotted Jensen in the bathroom.
“Sorry,” he said. He went into the bathroom and shut the door, exiting after a minute in boxers and a shirt, stuffing his other clothes in his backpack. He glanced at you as you looked around for a clean pair of Jared’s. A pair navy shorts were suddenly at your feet, Jensen nodding at you. “They’re clean.”
“Thanks,” you said.
You finished getting dressed and pulled your hair out of it’s messy bun, shaking it out. Back in the bedroom, Jensen was sitting on the end of the bed picking something out, Jared curled up on his side, your favorite blanket out already. You hummed as you flipped off the light and crawled into bed with him, Jensen turning something on and tossing the remote back towards you.
You patted the spot beside you, Jensen moving around to sit back against the headboard. You stared at him and he shifted his body down to lay. You were less cramed than you thought you’d be, the middle of the bed nice and warm with the two of them tucking you in like that. Jared shifted under the covers and you handed the blanket to Jensen, his gaze going over to Jared. He nodded and Jensen tossed it over himself, nuzzling down until he relaxed and promptly fell asleep jammed up against your back.
“Early night?” you said, Jared’s face sleepy again. He hummed as you hit off the TV, the room going dark. He shifted closer, taking a few deep breaths before he drifted. His arm found yours and pulled it to his chest, Jensen moving in his sleep, tossing his own over your waist.
They were both cuddlers whether they were willing to admit it or not. But when they both finally fell into deep sleep around you, you smiled and had a little hope that maybe this would all work out the way it was supposed to.
“Hey, Nolan,” said Jared, giving him a wave when he wandered into Jensen’s backyard a few weekends later. You saw your parents trail in after him, Jensen giving them a wave from over where he was chatting with his own parents and brother. “We got drinks in the coolers, burgers and dogs for food, snacks up on the porch and a heated swimming pool.”
“Two handsome and rich boyfriends,” said Nolan, tilting his head at you. “Seriously, I’ll take whatever one you’ll give me.”
“No! They’re both mine,” you said.
“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, giving Jared a smile as he set their cooler down by the others.
“So,” said your mom with a smile, spotting Jared’s parents by the pool. “This is...different.”
“I got two boys to intimidate. This is going to be exhausting,” said your dad, grabbing Jared by the arm and tugging him away. “I’ll bring him back in one piece. Come on tall one. We’re having a little chat.”
“He does know I’m not a little girl right?” you said.
“Oh you know he’s been wrapped around your finger from the second he laid eyes on you, even if he doesn’t know the best way to say it,” she said. “So both the boys parents are here?”
“Yeah, and siblings. It’s just family. We thought it’d be a good idea, answer any questions anyone had, not that anything’s come up so far,” you said. “We’re all starting to get a bit serious so we thought it was time.”
“Don’t seem that complicated to me,” said Nolan, grabbing a beer and cracking it open. “Hey, these people assholes or anything?”
“No, Nolan. Both the boys families are very open to...this situation,” you said. “Go play nice.”
“Well we live in hickville of hick county so I don’t know how open these people are to unconventional relationships,” he said.
“Behave, Nol or I won’t help you find a hot boyfriend,” you said.
“Really,” he deadpanned.
“To be fair she is good at getting attractive men in her life,” said your mom. “I think I’ll go have a chat with Jared’s parents while their son is interrogated.”
“Lovely,” you said. “Oh and I’m serious. Jared’s got a friend in town he thinks you might get along with.”
“I don’t even live here,” he said.
“Well maybe it’s time you got out of hickville too, get someplace better for you. Both these guys got side businesses involving beer. I can hook you up like that, normal shifts,” you said.
“I’ll think about it, sis,” he said, heading off towards the guys sisters. “But get me that guy’s number, hm?”
“Alright, Casanova,” you laughed. You wandered over to Jensen, getting a kiss on the cheek from him. “Hey, my father is going to probably scar you for life in about two minutes just as a heads up.”
“Looking forward to it,” he said. “He’s not terrifying at all.”
“Your folks okay with this all?” asked Jensen’s dad.
“Yeah,” said Jensen. “They helped us get back together when we hit a rough path at the start.”
“I imagine there were a few,” he said. You swallowed, suddenly wanting to get out of the conversation when Jensen’s hand found your own and laced your fingers together. “You can’t help who you fall for.”
“Mhm,” you said, Jensen’s thumb rubbing over the back of your hand, easing away some of the nerves that’d built back up again.
“Well he’s happy and Jared’s happy and you seem happy when you forget to be nervous so something must be working out,” said his dad.
“I think it is,” you said, giving Jensen a smile before your dad whistled and curled a finger at him.
“If I don’t survive, I love ya,” he said. Jensen peeled away and Jared walked over with a blank face.
“You can’t ever break up with me,” he said.
“Oh really? What’d he say?” you asked.
“If you ever come home like that again, it’s not going to be good, like lifetime movie not good,” he said. “Also, you apparently eating ketchup on ice cream is so not just a kid thing. You still-“
“And I’m gone,” you said. “I’m gonna start getting food ready if you want to fire up the grill.”
“Can do, baby.”
Six Months Later
“Morning,” mumbled Jared against the back of your neck. You made some kind of incoherent sound that woke up Jensen, his hand on your waist tugging you closer. Jared’s pressed up right below his and pulled you back, the two of them having a tug of war over you until Jensen moved closer and trapped you between them. “Better.”
“You’re moving tomorrow, Padalecki,” mumbled Jensen. It was almost funny to you how close they’d gotten the longer you’d been together. They could both be touching you in bed now without it being a big deal, both wrap you up like this to make you feel safe. Jensen was more open than ever, talking about things that bothered him, with you or Jared even. Jared was happier than when it’d just been the two of you. The three of you had always been in it together. It’d simply taken some time to see that.
“It’s my turn to make coffee,” grumbled Jensen.
“Yeah it is,” teased Jared.
“Well it’s Y/N’s to make breakfast,” he teased back.
“We better get up before he tries to get all in charge,” you said.
“It is cute when he tries, isn’t it?” said Jared.
“I hate you both,” he said, shaking his head. “You want that tea stuff you been having, Jared?”
“Yeah, thanks,” he said. Jensen hummed as he got out of bed and left the room, Jared rolling you over to face him. “I’m glad we did this, gave this a shot.”
“Me too. You two are incredible,” you said, kissing him softly.
“We were talking last night,” he said. You heard Jensen re-enter the room, walking around to sit on Jared’s side of the bed as he sat up. You sat up with him, both staring at you and giving you goofy smiles.
“We can’t really make this official,” said Jensen.
“But we’d like to do our own thing if that’s okay with you,” said Jared.
“What…” you said.
“Us three. We aren’t calling it engaged but...what’d we say? Full time best friends forever or something like that?” asked Jensen.
“Whatever we want to call it, we want to do this for the long haul,” said Jared.
“Are you two not-proposing proposing?” you asked, a smile growing bigger and bigger on your face.
“We got to come up with better names for this stuff,” said Jensen with a laugh.
“Guys?” you asked. Jensen nodded to Jared, a smirk crossing his face.
“Y/N, would you be my girlfriend wife thingy forever and we already talked but Jensen would you be my best friend forever?” asked Jared.
“Yes,” you said with a laugh. “We can work on the names but yes.”
“Yeah, again,” said Jensen with a laugh. “Jared, you want to keep being my best buddy?”
“Yeah,” he said, Jensen turning to you.
“Want to be my girl for as long as we got?” he asked.
“Yes,” you said. “I’ll be your girl. I like being both of yours girl and I like having my boys.”
“I heard two yeses. I think she’s stuck with us,” said Jensen.
“She didn’t really want to go anywhere else though, did she?” teased Jared. Jensen smirked as he leaned over, kissing your cheek. “Now’s probably a good time to tell you we both actually have the day off and we called you in sick last night so we could spend the day celebrating.”
“I love you both so much,” you said, giving them soft smiles. You shifted closer and gave them each a kiss, throwing one arm around them each, their own arms pulling you into a big embrace. “I love that the both of you have never treated me any differently because of the way I feel and that you tried this so we could all be happy and I’m really happy to get to have both of you but also see you two together and I’m kind of babbling but I really love you guys.”
“We love you too,” said Jared. “We love you so much and I’m glad we went for this too.”
“I’m glad Jensen told us how he felt,” you said.
“Me too,” he said, no shyness in his face. “So to start the day, I’m going to make a big heaping breakfast and I will leave Mr. Padalecki here to keep you thoroughly entertained while I go cook.”
“Or you could both entertain me and then we can all go cook together?” you said, biting your bottom lip.
“That could be arranged,” said Jared, grabbing your hips and pulling you into his lap. “You know we love getting you on our own.”
“But together is a whole lot of fun,” said Jensen, tilting your head so he could kiss you. “Want us both right now?”
“Want you both forever,” you said.
“You got us,” said Jared.
“Good,” you said, Jared giving you his own kiss before Jensen pressed up behind you. “Boys?”
“Mhm?” hummed Jensen, kissing your neck.
“I love you,” you said. They looked at each, big smiles playing on their faces.
“We know,” they said together. “We love you too.”
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mlovesstories · 6 years
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His Oldest Daughter (HDF Part 7)
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Warnings:  Parent/child fight
Word Count: 1003
Early November 2016
Jensen x Daughter, Danneel x Jensen 
Summary:  Jensen tries to help.  
JJ age 3
Addy age 14
Danneel 8 months pregnant
“Hey, princess.”  He caught his oldest daughter's attention.
Jensen had been home for the weekend, but he had to fly back to Vancouver that evening.  
“Yeah?”  She was sprawled out on the couch, thoroughly exhausted from going to the zoo with her dad and JJ, being pulled around by the four year-old to see every single animal there. 
“I need you to help me with something.  Come here.”  Jensen was very calm, but he knew he would owe Addy big time.  She walked over to sit next to him on a barstool at the island in the kitchen
“What’s up, Dad?”  She tiredly looked at Jensen.
“I have a lot to ask from you.  I need you to...”
“To what, Dad?  It better not be to kill demons.  I think Sam and Dean should take care of that.”  She giggled, knowing that he would break.
“Very funny, princess.”  He grinned slightly.  “Actually, I need help with taking care of your mom.”
“Umm-“  Addy bit her tongue, trying to be respectful. 
Jensen took the chance to continue.  “I just won’t be around as we prepare for the mid-season finale.  She is eight months pregnant with a four year-old who has the energy of five energizer bunnies.”  He smirked again.  “Look, your grandma will be around more since the babies are coming soon, but please try to help Mom.  It’s gonna be a long month before the twins arrive, and I will be gone for most of it.”
“And whose fault is that?  What about me?  I don’t make the list of children now?”  Addy responded with an attitude.  She didn’t want to have this conversation.  The oldest daughter had given up a lot of her teenage happenings because of the babies already.  Since she had already opened this can of worms, she just went with it.  Addy was frustrated now.  “Dad, I have basketball, friends, and tons of homework before finals.”  
She felt obligated already, but she was overwhelmed with deadlines for assignments, hanging out with friends and games.  
“Please don’t take that tone with me!  You know I love your sass, but this isn’t the time for it.”  He raised his voice.  “I saw you with JJ today.  You’re exhausted.  But imagine how your mom feels, princess.  Please.”  He quieted his response.  
“I give up a lot anyway.  What’s a little more?  Whatever you say, Daddy.”  She walked toward the stairs feeling defeated. “Good night, Dad.”  Her shoulders slumped as she entered the doorway to the kitchen.  
“Addison!  I am not done!”  He stood up from his barstool.  
He never used her full name.  She stopped in her tracks.  “What, Dad?!”  Addy turned around, a few tears escaping.  It surprised Jensen.  She almost never showed sensitivity like that.  “I do everything I can.  You’re right, I am exhausted!  I’m so tired.  All the time.  You’re the one never helping!  I am here with Mom helping her with JJ, doing laundry, or just giving her some water.  I cannot do anything else, Sen.  I just can’t.  Oh, and by the way, I’m sick.   I’ve had a sinus infection and fever for the last few days.  From stress, according to the doctor.  You didn’t notice.  Also it’s also why I am so tired right now.  But that’s not good enough, is it?  Just run me into the ground while you’re at it!”  
Jensen was shocked.  He didn’t know how to respond, so he stilled.  Addy stomped up the stairs. 
How could I have not noticed her being sick?  Why did she not say anything?  
Danneel walked in.
“What in the hell was that?”  She looked at Jensen.
“I was asking for her to help you out a little more since the babies are coming soon, but she’s at her breaking point, I guess.”  He looked down at the flooring.  “How come she didn’t tell me she was sick?  She pushed herself, and now she isn’t feeling well.”
“I’m sorry, Jay.  I meant to mention it, but things got crazy when you got home, and I just forgot.  Stupid pregnancy brain.”  She sat on the couch closest to the kitchen.  “Come here.”  Danneel reached for his hand, took it and pulled him toward her.  
“I need to go talk to her.”  He slowly let go.  Danneel grabbed at his fingers.
“You need to let her think, Jay.  Go say bye later.  And she has been helping.  A lot.  I know you were trying to take some of the stress off me, but she already has.  In fact, this last week she was on strict instructions to do her homework and chores only because she is so worn down.”  He looked at her, sorrow on his face.  “I appreciate the thought, but I got it handled.”  She smiled and pulled him to land next to her on the seat.  “Give me a kiss, pack and then go talk to your girl.”
Addy’s door was shut.
Jensen knocked.
“Go away, Sen.”  There was no emotion in her voice, only evidence of tiredness.
“Open it.  I know you’re sulking on the floor.  Come on.”
Ugh.  Whyyyy.  Fine.
She unlocked the door, but didn’t open it.  Addy returned to her sulking station on the ground where her bed and wall met.   Jensen took that as his cue to enter.
“I’m sorry.”  He had opened the door, but he stayed in the doorframe.  “I didn’t know how involved you were already.  Your mom told me that you have been helping a little too much, actually.  Honestly, I forget that you are a kid sometimes, princess.”  He took a breath.  “You act so grown up.” 
Addy scoffed at his statement. “Yeah, right.”  She remarked in a sarcastic tone.
“You do.  You had to grow up and stick up for those around you earlier than kids should.”
“Dad, please don’t.”  She huffed and stared at her hands.  “I did not.”
“Yes, you did.  You had to protect your mom since it was just the two of you for a long time.  Then we had JJ, and you have always helped us with stuff that needed to be done.  I guess I just took it for granted.  Promise me you will tell me when you feel overwhelmed like this next time.  I don’t want my girl sick or feeling unappreciated.  I’m so sorry, princess.”
“Ok.” She barely whispered.   
Great job, Jensen.  She can barely talk.  
“Daddy?“  She wiped away the tears that were left. 
What, princess?”  He answered quietly.
“Can you hold me? Ya know, like you used to?”  She wanted to be taken care of  by her dad since she had the opportunity.  He had a smile that went for miles.
“Of course, Addy.”  He sat on her bed.  “Come here.”  Although she had grown into a teen’s body, Addy was tiny in comparison to Jensen.  He pulled her off the floor with ease and sat her on the bed as they adjusted their heads against the headboard.  
“Sing?  Please?”  She had a glint of her sass back, but still wanted to be coddled a little bit.
“Ok, baby.”  As he began to serenade her, she melted into the bed, falling asleep.  
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dancingalone21 · 7 years
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Stripped - Part 2
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Summary: Being a high powered publicist, the reader is hired to work with the destructive rock star Jensen Ackles. Her task is to revamp his difficult image from the ground up. Will the reader succeed? Or will she get sucked into his crazy life? 
Pairing: rockstar!Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 2,429
Part 1
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“You must be out of your damn mind, beautiful.” Jensen’s sudden shift in attitude catches you off guard, the smugness oozing out of him giving you goosebumps.
Why does this infuriating man have to be sexy as hell? And why does he have to be your client?! You continue to focus on Jensen who's now licking his kissable lips and it’s driving you insane. You need to shut this down. Now.
"Give me your phone." You sternly command springing up from the couch. Within seconds you're standing in front of the intoxicating man with your palm held out.
"Excuse me." Jensen immediately growls slipping back into his anger filled persona.
"Hand over your phone, Jensen." You repeat loudly, successfully holding back an eye roll.
"And why would I do that?"
"Cutting off communication. Remember? You'll get it back eventually."
"Just do it, man. I'll text the important people, tell them to contact me if they need to reach you." Matt adds as he stands up to stretch his legs around the room.
"This is happening whether you like it or not. Just go with the flow and make it easier on all of us. Ok?"
"It's password protected ya know. You won't be able to snoop on my ass." Jensen huffs with aggravation, then unwillingly pulls his iPhone from his jeans front pocket.
"Oh darn. My master plan is foiled." You sass back, not able to stop the giggle that follows. Matt joins in himself, ignoring the unimpressed puss on the rock star's face.
"So what's the plan?" Matt asks quietly, looking apprehensive but also hopeful.
You bring your attention back to Jensen who's sporting a pout as he sinks himself deeper into the couch. He's doing his best to watch the Seinfeld rerun on TV but you can tell he's too distracted at the moment.
"Let's go talk on the balcony, Matty." You quickly open up the glass slider door and settle into one of the cloth covered chairs. You can hear muffled grumblings from the two men until Matt stalks outside shutting the slider behind him.
"What did you get me into, dude?" You ask slightly amused as you watch Jensen through the glass door. Talk about glorified babysitting.
"Trust me, I know. The thing that kills me is that he's a good guy, he just...he does bad shit." Matt replies dragging his hand down his face. The poor guy looks exhausted and you realize that this plan needs to work not just for Ackles but for everyone in his life.
"I just told him that he's gonna be cut off from everyone and everything. An addict would be panicking and freaking the fuck out. Wanting to score as much shit as they can instead he's sulking like a little kid."
"Jensen doesn't get high as much as you'd think. At least not with the hard stuff." Matt wearily admits fumbling with the hem of his collared shirt.
"What..."
"Jay uses to distract himself when shit gets to be too much inside of his head. It happens sporadically. The bastard is lucky enough that it hasn't turned into an addiction yet."
“Um. Then why the rehab?” You wonder skeptically.  
“To stop his antics. Ackles is a stubborn fucker, Y/N. He won’t listen to anyone. I needed a way of keeping him under control. And rehab did that.”
“Matt."
"I know, I know. But listen...I've known Jensen for fifteen years. He gets into these destructive phases where any and all common sense flies out the fucking window. I know the signs by now and he was on the verge like six months ago. Hence his most recent stint in rehab."
You can sense Matt's sudden hesitation, he searches your face like he's debating if he should continue on or not. He's praying that you make good on your word instead of abandoning this whole arrangement.
"I remember reports of him overdosing like a year ago. Was that true?" You ask curiously.
"Unfortunately. It was the anniversary of his mom's death. He was already super stressed to begin with, everything became overwhelming and he went crazy." Matt sighs heavily flashing back to that awful night.
He found his friend's bloody, unconscious body lying in a heap of broken glass. Of all the places Jensen could have passed out, he ends up crashing down into a glass coffee table.
"I know it wasn't deliberate. But I also know...at the time he would've been fine with whatever the outcome."
"Jesus Christ, Matt. Please tell me you at least know the root of all this?"
"Mostly family problems. His dad specifically. They've had a volatile relationship ever since Jensen's mom Donna died. He was 18 when it happened."
"I guess I can add daddy issues to the list." You add softly making Matt sadly nod his head in response.
"The poor bastard's been dealing with the guilt and bullshit from his father for almost 12 years now. Honestly I don't blame him for wanting a break from it."
"Guilt about what?" You sneak a peek at Jensen to see that he's now fast asleep. He's slouched down further onto the couch and propped his boots up on a nearby ottoman. He looks so peaceful that you momentarily forget that he's a pain in the ass. The moment passes though when you hear what Matt's about to say.
"His dad blames him for Donna's death and he thinks his son doesn't deserve all of his success. It's why Jensen has a love/hate relationship with his career. He's passionate about it but then the remorse sets in and he almost wants to destroy it."
"Shit. Was it...I mean...did he..." You stumble out not expecting that answer.
"Yes it was his fault but it was an accident. It's not my place to get into details, hopefully you'll get him to open up eventually."
Well this is just fucking dandy. You've dealt with difficult situations before with your job but this one takes the cake. The fact that you have a personal history with one of the people involved makes this harder. And it definitely piles on more pressure than usual.
Deciding you've found out enough backstory for now, you and Matt start nailing down details for this ridiculous operation. He fills you in on where Jensen likes to go to relax and you have the perfect place in mind. You know this whole process will be tough enough for Jensen, so there's no way in hell he's going to another hotel. Too many temptations.
Heading back into the hotel room, you notice Jensen is now wide awake and shoving fruit loops into his mouth. Oh how this man kills you.
"Ok dude...we leave first thing tomorrow morning. So pack everything up that you need because you're not coming back here." You inform him, blocking his view of the TV screen.
"Huh?" Jensen mumbles with his mouth full, looking adorably perplexed by your words. Although his innocent act doesn't last long once he realizes you're on to his game.
"Do me a favor, Ackles. Stay. Here. Do not leave this hotel room until I come and get you tomorrow. And no visitors either. Your disappearing act starts now."
"Yeah that doesn't work for me." He waves you off with a defiant smile then continues eating his cereal.
"Don't worry, Y/N. I'll keep an eye on him." Matt shoots you a wink and it makes Jensen throw his head back while moaning theatrically. Drama queen.
You say your goodbyes then rush home and get to work. You don't have much time to get your preparations in order. Fortunately this isn't your first rodeo and you have plenty of connections that can help out in a pinch.
Your friend Veronica, who's a realtor, sends you info on rentals that have immediate availability. You find one that sounds like a winner then continue to get ready for this lovely adventure you're about to endure.
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The next mornings sun shines too soon and you seriously regret checking your phone. You have a google alert setup for Jensen's name, so anytime the fucker makes headlines you get notified. And you've been notified a shit ton since you fell asleep last night.
Not only did the difficult rock star go out last night, his drunken ass hit a plethora of bars and clubs in LA. The evidence of it is littered everywhere online. Thanks so much for the help, Matt.
Apparently Jensen's god damn chaperone needs a chaperone himself. Fucking men. They never listen. You gave one simple instruction and Jensen couldn't keep his annoying self in line. And Matt...well Matt's gonna get a god damn earful once you see him.  
You stroll lazily up to Jensen's hotel room door with Starbucks in hand. After a couple of knocks, the door swings open to reveal a very large bald man who's sizing you up.
"Clif?" You giggle remembering Matt's description of Jensen's driver. Apparently he looks like a Rottweiler but has a heart of gold like a Golden Retriever.
"Yes, ma'am. And you must be, Y/N. Come on in."
You trail behind Clif into the other room and what's before you is almost comical. There's a hungover rock star sitting next to a nervous looking manager and they both look pretty miserable.
"Hello, boys. You ready to get this shitshow on the road?" You question fighting back a yawn.
Matt looks ready to speak but suddenly decides against it, instead he just nods in your direction. Jensen barely grunts a response, yanking his baseball cap down further onto his head.
Everyone finally piles into Clif's SUV to settle in for the ride. Of course he's the only one who knows where you're all headed. You decide it's better to keep the other two in the dark for the time being.
You let the quiet car ride go on for a bit. Mostly because you want your coffee to kick in before mentioning last night. Although the stupid cup of java is not strong enough because you're still fucking sleepy. Screw it.
"So tell me what happened last night, people. Cause it sure as hell wasn't what we agreed on." You glance between the two handsome men getting different reactions from each.
"For the record, I didn't agree to shit." Jensen interjects earning himself a dirty expression.
"It's my fault. I fell asleep." Matt looks like a poor wounded animal and you almost feel bad for him. Almost.
"You had one job, man." You groan flicking the side of his head with your finger.
"And you..." You quickly twist yourself around towards the backseat to where Jensen's sitting.
"Your drunken ass got around everywhere last night huh? There's a ton of pictures circulating online right now. I think this one is my personal favorite." You hold out your iPhone to show the photo and a huge grin graces Jensen's face.
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"Kaleo! They're my boys, man."
"Jensen..."
"Oh relax. No one saw me punch a douche bag named Brett in the VIP lounge at Hyde. I did good." He says proudly.
"Son of a bitch! You were supposed to stay home, Ackles."  Ugh. It's too early for this shit.
"Oops."
"Oops? You can take your oops and shove it up your ass, pretty boy." You narrow your eyes in his direction.
"Aw you think I'm pretty?" Jensen retorts without missing a beat.
"Piss off." You mutter grumpily shifting back around in your seat.
"Well Y/N's definitely a morning person." Jensen cackles, making sure to file this useful tidbit away for the future.
"Where we going?" Matt wonders out loud.
"You'll see soon."
"I need my beauty sleep. Wake me up when we get there." Jensen mumbles stretching out in the backseat.
The tension that was once in the car has disappeared and you decide to lean your head back and rest as well. You actually get some shut eye but it's rudely interrupted by a panicked hand shaking you.
"Is this...is that a lake?" Matt's shocked reaction continues as he whips his head around to look at everything we drive by.
"You're a smart one." You deadpan.
"But..."
"Shhh. Don't wake Jensen up yet." You whisper as Clif turns onto a long dirt road that leads to the house you picked out.
Matt's eyes are now bugging out of his skull and he looks ready to jump out of the moving car. For the love of god. These guys are so friggin high maintenance.
Once the car is thrown into park, you gingerly exit through the passenger side door. Matt follows suit and waves you over to move away from the car. This should be good.
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"This is a lake house!" Matt does his best to keep his voice low while gesturing around wildly.
"And? You said he likes being by the water."
"The ocean, Y/N. Don't play stupid. I vetoed the lake house idea. They remind Jay of the one his family had growing up. He refuses to go near one."
"Yes I'm aware." You shrug casually.
"Are you insane?"
"Probably. Regardless Jensen needs to face this shit, Matt. Clearly the way he's been coping isn't working for him."
"I know but..."
"Ackles is a grown man. He can handle it...he'll have to."
"What the fuck?!" Oh shit. The beast is awake. You twirl around to see Jensen fuming as he takes in his tranquil surroundings.
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"Welcome to your new place of residence." You saunter over to him, pretending that rage isn't painted on his features. Normally you'd be intimidated as fuck but you're still too half asleep to care right now.
"You've gone too far, L/N. I'm officially done with this bullshit. You're fired." He seethes through gritted teeth.
"Nope. Matt hired me." You counter with sly smile.
"Oh he's fired too." Jensen shoots back before laying his eyes on his manger.
"You're fired!" He loudly shouts at Matt before turning his gaze to his driver.  
"And you're fired!" Jensen points at Clif then starts to furiously pace back and forth.
“Jensen...”
"Everyone's fired!" He barks practically stomping the hard ground with his work boot.
"And here I thought you were gonna overreact.” You smirk knowingly. “Thanks for proving me wrong, Ackles." 
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arazialotis · 7 years
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Austin Nights - Part 5
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Pairing: Single!Jensen × Reader
Word Count: About 3500
Summary: The reader lives in Austin and unknowingly runs into Jensen at a bonfire and sparks fly. Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4
Obviously I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time.
This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!
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When Jensen had said he would be in touch, you actually assumed it would be him. However, you felt like you had talked with his marketing and security team more than him in the last three weeks. (Yes, you promised him two but the school had asked for three in order to find a substitute counselor for such a long period of time.) If you had to go over your social media privacy settings one more time, you might begin pulling your hair out. It was driving you bonkers to say the least. Honestly, you didn’t care what people did and didn’t know about you or what could possibly happen if someone came across an unflattering photo, god forbid. But it was all to maintain Jensen’s image and you were determined to keep it up as much as you could.
All that behind you now, you were waiting in an airport terminal with boarding passes and passport in hand. The $3 fedora from Target rest atop your head being your constant companion for any traveling adventure. Angie hardly let you go and if she had a valid passport she would have definitely come with you.
“Take a picture with Jared for me.” She demanded. “No, call me with him, wait make sure it is a video call!” She had instructed you.
Thinking about it now, you were super nervous and unsure why. With Jensen it came and happened so naturally. With Jared it seemed like you needed to meet an expectation, you were dating his best friend, you needed to live up to his standard and make a good impression. Regardless, there was no turning back now as you boarded the plane.
Customs were quick and easy. You couldn't remember who told you but someone had once explained getting into Canada was fairly easy, it was coming back when you would run into problems. Jensen had texted you earlier explaining a car would meet you there. However, you tried to make it clear that you would be fine with a cab. Regardless, coming down the escalator you saw a man dressed in black holding a sign with your name. You rolled your eyes and tucked your hair up into your hat, trying to disguise yourself. You said you were taking a cab so that’s what you were going to do, you thought. As soon as you hit the floor you b-lined for the opposite direction of the driver, trying to make it outside before noticed.
You cringed as you heard, “Ms. Y/L/N, Ms. Y/L/N!” being called throughout the lobby.
You forcefully froze yourself as not to run out the doors. You turned around putting a smile on as the man caught up to you. “Oh, wow. This was unexpected, I didn’t see you.” You lied through a smile.
The man saw through your act. “He told me you might try to avoid me.”
“I’m just very independent, that’s all.” You tried to ration.
“Can I grab your luggage?” He smiled, not sure if he was amused or offended.
“Independent.” You said slowly again.
“Right, of course. We’re out this way.” He directed.
You followed willingly but played a bit of tug-o-war for the honors of loading the luggage into the car. He eventually won and opened the door for you. Driving down the highway you looked out the window taking in the new views and cityscape.
“So, are we heading to Jay’s apartment?” You asked.
“Mr. Ackles requested that I take you to the studio and I’ll drop your luggage off at his residence afterwards.” He responded.
“Well, I could wait at Mr. Ackles’ apartment until he arrives so I could freshen up and rest from a day of travel.” You suggested with a bit of attitude.
“If need be, you can in the trailer, it has more than enough accommodations.”
You sighed not getting your way. The longer you traveled down the highway the more anxious you became and started to fiddle with your fingers. When you arrived to the studio it looked as you expected. A gated entrance, factory warehouses which contained sets. You had to check in with security, including having your picture taken, your bag searched through, and you were required to wear a visitor’s badge. It was honestly more of a process than customs had been. Upon arriving at Jay’s trailer, the driver introduced you to a personal assistant named Marcus.
“Marcus will escort you around the studio and help you with anything you need. I’ll drop your luggage to Mr. Ackles’ apartment.” The driver explained again.
“Really, I’ll be fine, I don’t need a PA.” You tried to argue.
“Even if you don’t, it’s a security requirement.”
“Because I am such a threat.” You tried to joke, but the driver must have lost his patience dealing with your antics.
So you were left alone with Marcus, who immediately started asking want you wanted to drink or eat or needed.
“Just need to freshen up.” You explained.
“Right, of course.” He unlocked the trailer for you. “I’ll be right out here if you need anything.”
As you entered you were certain your jaw fell to the floor. It had more luxury than your own apartment and was probably equal in size. Okay, so you were exaggerating, but not by much. You cautiously explored around, opening cupboards, looking at the rooms, probably breaching all kinds of security protocols. You did find a small bathroom and freshened up as well as applying some makeup that you had kept in your travel bag. Being unsure of what to do, you sat on a couch, and just sat, hoping Jensen would come join you soon. After about an hour, you couldn’t stand it anymore and went outside to find Marcus, sitting literally right there.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you could have come in.” You apologized.
“No, it's okay, I wouldn’t have anyways. Can I get you something?” He asked.
“Actually, I was wondering where Jensen is?” You asked.
“They’re working on set right now, needing to get a few scenes done before the end of the day.” He explained but caught hint of your frown. “But I can see if it is an open set, we could go watch them.” He suggested.
“Would you?” You asked relieved. “That would be amazing.” You liked him a lot better than the driver.
Marcus responded to a text on his phone. “Yeah, we can definitely sneak in.”
Marcus led you to a golf cart and drove around the studio until entering a warehouse. You were at the set of the bunker with a full crew and the cast running lines. You stood in the back as not to be a distraction.
“It looks like a skeleton compared to what’s on TV.” You whispered to Marcus.
“Yeah, it’s amazing what we’re able to do.” He whispered back.
You heard Jensen’s voice over the set. Your heart dropped and your cheeks flushed seeing him as something familiar in this strange world. It had only been three weeks but you desperately wanted to run up and hug him. You bounced in place a little in order to contain your excitement. Throughout the scene you watched him. He was so focused and involved it really felt like Dean Winchester was in the room.
They quickly reset the scene. It amazed you how quickly he slipped out of character, joking around with Jared, and how fast he got back into the scene. Things were heating up in the scene and you jumped startled when Jensen slammed his hand down on the table. He was attempting to be furious but caught a glance of you out of the corner of his eye and smiled. He looked back down at the table attempting to furrow his brow again but he couldn’t help to grin like a child.
“Cut,” He yelled. “I need a cut.” He repeated.
A bell rang and someone yelled “15 minutes” as he ran over to you. He picked you up into a hug and spun you around, planting a kiss on your cheek. You laughed as he placed you back down on the ground.
“God, I missed you.” He confessed.
“You can’t cut a scene for me, they’ll hate me.” You whispered concerned.
“What? No. Besides I hear you are making friends already.” He joked.
“Who said that, the hitman or the babysitter?” You whispered again not wanting Marcus to hear.
“Someone is concerned you are either a flight risk or a security threat.” Jensen smiled only imagining how you acted earlier.
“He should realize I’m both, tattletale” You joked. “I was trying to be friendly, really.” You tried to convince him.
“Oh, no doubt.” Jensen said not believing it for a second.
You caught a glimpse of Jared heading over and nuzzled Jensen attempting to hide in his shoulder. He reassuringly rubbed your back and you turned around ready to make a good impression.
“So this is who’ve you been hiding for what, seven months now?” Jared asked Jensen. “I can see why.” He reached out to shake your hand as your cheeks set on fire.
“Down boy.” Jensen lightheartedly nudged Jared, to which Jared patted Jay’s chest.
“So, Jensen has literally shared no information with me about you…” Jared started.
“Not true.” Jay interrupted.
“So quick, give me the spark notes.” Jared continued.
“Um… really just a small town girl, living in a lonely world.” You started giving you a second to think causing both of them to smile. “Bachelors of social work from U of T, passionate for social justice and raising mental health awareness, guidance counselor at a middle school, and in love with this guy right here…” You nudged Jensen and froze, did you just say love?
“Y/N is all about AFK, uses the message a lot with her students.” Jensen interrupted sensing you had froze.
“Very cool.” Jared added.
“Other than that I like exploring new and weird places and some people would say I am stubborn.” You looked at Jensen who shook his head denying. “But I’d love to chat more over a beer sometime and get to know you.”
“Of course, we should totally go out tonight after we are finished with the set.” Jared suggested. Jay cleared his throat. “I guess Jensen can come too.” Jared added. You laughed nervously. Jared was called from across the set. “It was great meeting you, looking forward to tonight.” He winked and bounded across the room.
You immediately hid your face in Jensen’s chest again and he wrapped his arms around you. “Was that okay?” You asked in a muffled voice.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Jensen asked you. “I love you and so I know Jared will too. Just be yourself okay?” You nodded. “So I gotta get back to it if we are ever going to make it out of here tonight.”
You finally left the shelter of him. “Can I stay and watch? I’ll try not to be a distraction.”
“That’s impossible, you’re always a distraction in my head. But maybe I can turn the distraction into a muse.” He winked at you and left to follow Jared.
Marcus appeared next to you again with a drink holder filled with four different coffee creations. “I didn’t know what you would like so I am hoping one of these will work.” When you looked at him confused. He continued. “I just thought after a long day of travel, and with the time change…”
“I guess we’ll just have to drink them all then.” You suggested taking one and giving another to him and silently toasting.
It took them two hours to finish up the two scenes. During cuts Jensen would flirt at you with his eyes to which you would return with a silly face. It was another 30 minutes before they were cleaned up and officially released. Marcus finally left your side when Jensen took over again and walked you to his trailer.
“So what did you think?” He asked you.
“I don’t know… It was weird.” You confessed.
“What? Weird how?” He questioned.
“I don’t know how to explain it… it’s just like so much goes into it for something that is only going to be on the screen for two minutes and you literally become a different person out there.” You tried to put to words. “I’ve just never experienced anything like it.”
He opened the trailer door and let you in.
“I don’t think it would be any different if I watched you work though. I’ve never seen you in action.” He commented.
“Except I wouldn’t be able to get any work done, all the girls would be lined up at the door to gush over you.” You joked.
“Nah, I’m too outdated for them. I’m sure it’s all Harry Styles this, J Biebs that.” Jensen played off.
You simply rolled your eyes in response as he did not realize how much he still had it going on.
“Hey, what’s this?” Jensen pointed to a wrapped package on the counter.
“A present.” You said a bit nervous about how he would react to it.
“A present?” He repeated and started opening it up.
“Yeah, it’s just something stupid…”
Upon opening, Jensen laughed and crinkled his nose. It was a small Texas longhorn stuffed animal that you had picked up before leaving the Austin airport.
“It’s so you won’t get lonely when I leave.” You explained embarrassed.
He pulled you closer, pinning you between him and the counter. “I love it.” He said sincerely. “Expect I’m never letting you leave.” He said before starting to kiss your neck and his hands went for your waist.
You started to laugh. “Oh my gosh! Jared’s probably waiting for us.”
“He can wait and extra 15 minutes.” Jensen’s tone turned animal.
Well, 15 minutes later you both were heading out. You self-consciously ran your fingers through your hair and adjusted your clothing to make sure everything was in place. You met up with Jared who had his classic beanie on and was ready to leave.
“What took you so long, diva?” He asked Jensen.
Jensen gave him a perky grin and raised his eyebrows. You nudged him with your elbow. Apparently it took him longer to get out of character than you thought.
“So, Jared, do you have any suggestions for tonight?” You asked trying to redirect the conversation.
“Uh, Gastown is pretty cute. Think she’d like it down there?” Jared asked Jay.
He nodded his head and with a serious tone mocked Jared. “Oh, yes, very cute.”
“I’m up for anything. We could share a cab, or hop on the metro?” You suggested.
“It’ll be easier just to get a driver.” Jensen said.
You shook your head no with exaggerated playful anxiety written on your face.
“Listen, you’ve got full reign in Austin, up here things are just a little different. You’ll get used to it though.” Jensen tried to encourage you.
“What’s wrong with the driver?” Jared asked confused.
“I think he’s listed me as at least a code 4 security concern.” You admitted.
“Nice!” Jared laughed and high fived you. “We should sneak her in tomorrow just to mess with them.” He suggested.
“Regardless, the more we are out in public together, the more we chance depriving Angie the promise of outing us.” Jensen said as the driver pulled up.
You squished in-between the middle of them not wanting to sit up front. “Oh, have you not checked twitter today?” You asked him.
“Even if he did, he literally is only following 4 people and therefore misses everything.” Jared teased.
You pulled up Angie’s tweet on your phone as Jensen and Jared playfully bickered about technology. Angie had taken a photo of you at the terminal posing with your suitcase, foot pop and all. ‘My bestie @Y/N is headed up to VC. Any guesses on who she is going to see? ;)’ You had been avoiding your phone all day with the amount of responses. Ever since she initially posted the first photo of you and Jay, her account had blown up. With this second tweet yours was going out of control as well. Jay took your phone to see what was going on.
“Oh, we are taking care of this right now.” Jay said. He took his own phone out to take a selfie.
“Ahh! No!” You leaned closer to Jared. “I’m all jet-lagged and gross from traveling.” Jared pushed you back to Jay. “Fine, fine.” You finally agreed.
“Okay, how do you get this thing to work?” Jensen asked causing you to laugh. He snapped the picture then, loving the way your eyes lit up and smile brightened when he caused you to laugh.
“Jensen, we have to do a real one.” You complained cheerfully.
“Alright, but I am keeping that one for the photo album.” He joked again and took another photo. When he looked to see how it turned out, he reared his head back laughing. At the last second you had puckered your lips and crossed your eyes.
“You guys are impossible.” Jared said taking Jensen’s phone ready to take another picture. “I’m uploading this one either way so make it count. 3… 2…”
Jensen kissed your temple and held the other side of you head, pressing you closer to him. You squinted your eyes shut with a playful and ecstatic smile.
Jensen took it back. “Yeah, that's a cute one.” He commented typing up a tweet.
“Yes, all your cuteness is making me nauseous.” Jared said sarcastically.
“We try and keep the PDA to a minimum.” You defended.
“Right, Jensen told me how you met.” Jared argued.
“It doesn’t count if no one is around.” You tried to convince him.
“Don’t listen to him, he’s just a bitter old man.” Jensen told you.
“You mean free and unchained.” Jared corrected.
“I meant exactly what I said.” Jay stood firm. “Here, what do you think?” He handed you his phone.
‘@bluehairdontcare, Thanks for sending @Y/N up, she’s safe and sound, but no promises on when/if she’ll return.’
You handed the phone back to him. “Here goes nothing.” You said as he posted it.
You felt your phone vibrate and a few seconds later vibrate again and again. You took it out to see the notifications piling on and quickly texted Angie. ‘Going on a tech break for a bit. Contact the prepaid if you need me.’
‘Got it! I still expect a video chat with Jared by the end of the week.’ She responded.
‘Of course.’  ‘Eat up all this attention while you can.’
‘Can I be your press secretary??’ She asked.
‘Haha, absolutely.’  ‘Love you Ang Xx’
‘Love you too Xxx.’
With that you shut your phone off entirely. As you entered the Gastown district, you leaned over Jensen to get a better look. The driver pulled up to a pub called the Black Frog and the three of you got out together. You looked around the brick streets, brick buildings, and quaint street lamps.
“Screw you guys, I’m hanging out down here tomorrow while you’re on set.” You joked.
“I thought you’d like it,” Jared said and held open the door for you. “Come one.”
Jensen grabbed your hand and led you through to a small pub with a wooden floor. There was an open high top which you guys grabbed up. You ordered some poutine as well to accompany the beer. Chatting with both of them came naturally. Occasionally there was a inside joke that left you guessing, but overall things flowed smoothing, it was probably the second drink helping you along. You talked Pearl Jam, other music updates, and guilty listening pleasures with Jared. You explained how your biggest passion was your work and empowering the kids, sitting through the ups and downs with them, hormonal swings and all. They talked a bit about their industry and the show, but you tried to divert the topics so it wouldn’t feel so much like an interview to them.
After about the third yawn within two minutes Jensen spoke up. “Alright, it’s time to get you some sleep.”
You didn’t protest beginning to feel pretty exhausted. You parted ways from Jared after making tentative plans for tomorrow. Having a window seat this time, you spent it gazing at the city lights before leaning your head against Jay’s shoulder and slipping into sleep. When you finally reached his apartment he could hardly wake you.
“Come on girl.” Jensen cooed.
He held you up as you made the way through the lobby and elevator. He sung softly to you on your way into his apartment. You tried to take in the details but they seemed quite hazy. Jensen helped slip your jeans off and tucked you into bed. He came along side you in just his briefs. He stroked your hair as you drifted back to sleep.
“So, love, huh?” Jay asked picking out what you had said to Jared earlier.
“Mmhmm” You hummed softly with your eyes closed.
He kissed your forehead and pulled you close against him. “Glad to finally know you feel the same.”
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lost-shoe · 7 years
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Loving your thinky thoughts about where things might be heading for the Winchesters. I'm curious about your opinion as to why Dean's been more in the background, action-wise, so far this season while Sam gotten 3 major back to back kills. It's felt really lopsided. And Jensen's been onscreen a decent amount so it can't just be time off b/c of the twins. I'm not trying to be wanky. I'm just wondering if you think it's a writing issue or do you think there might be a story reason behind it?
Hello dear! Thank you so much that’s really kind of you to say :)
Yes I’ve seen quite a bit of discussion on this imbalance between Sam and Dean this season so far (and of course I’d noticed it myself, as a rather devoted Dean fan ;) ) and honestly, while this is likely to be a lame answer, here’s how I see the possibilities:
1) It might be writer bias, they’re gonna have their favourites just as we have ours. I think Perez is the main writer regarding discontent within the fandom (I’m not counting the deadly duo, discontent caused by their writing? Just another Tuesday really ;) ) and seems to have created this Marmite vibe, fans seem to either really love him or really hate him. In each of his three episodes of s12, Sam has had the main victories (saving Magda, killing Ramiel, and killing Hellhound Ramsay) while Dean has been absent in key moments, or at least enough that his absence is noted (and I’m gonna be honest, quite comically in Stuck in the Middle (With You) where we have Dean literally say words to the effect of “I’m going over here!” and then not appearing again until 5 minutes later. Sorry but it made me laugh at the time). But he’s not the only writer to have had Dean absent from the action so to speak: In Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox (Yockey), Dean is locked outside the house and spends a good while trying rather desperately to get back inside; in The Raid (Berens), Dean is absent from the vampire attack at the BMoL bunker, instead having a play date with Ketch; in Regarding Dean (a very heavily Dean-centric episode written by Glynn), Dean stays at the motel while Sam charges the witches, gun in hand. So, while the protective, twitchy Dean fan in me has at times felt disgruntled, given that this is a repeated thing done by several writers, I’m inclined to give Story Reasons a shot.
2) I don’t know which of my Thinky Thoughts you’ve read, so I apologise for likely repeating myself but, in more ways than one, Dean is being framed as divided from Sam and Mary. This is either suggested visually, such as in Asa Fox where Sam and Mary’s clothing complement each other’s whereas Dean’s is starkly different, or in story reasons such as the major plot point of Sam agreeing to work with the BMoL just as Mary did, whilst Dean remains unconvinced. So perhaps Dean’s absences are suggestive of this divide, the separation that’s been forming within this family unit, and how this makes Dean feel on the outside looking in, left out, missing what he may perceive Sam and Mary to have amongst themselves. 
OR
I’ve speculated before that Dean, while agreeing to go along with Sam’s decision to work with the BMoL, isn’t going to comply in the way they would want. It seems what they want are hunters like Ketch, to point them in the direction of monsters to slay, and for them to do so regardless of whatever personal feelings they have on it. That’s not Dean and I think the conflict from his disregarding the black and white instructions of the BMoL might see him labelled “rogue” and subjected to whatever unpleasant treatment such souls are put through (Berens made this point in The Raid for a reason)? How this might relate to Dean’s absences this season is that, as speculated before, the BMoL might make Dean ‘disappear’, perhaps frame it as being killed whilst on a hunt. There’s certainly been little signs (at least to me) to suggest this (e.g. again in Asa Fox, the wall filled with newspaper clippings that Dean looks at while talking to Sam about being killed on the job…) and having little absences might be hint to this end.
OR
Different plot related reasons that cleverer people than me have picked up on and maybe if reading this want to add? ;)
3) It’s all part of giving Jensen some time off because of the beautiful wee additions to his family. It’s possible, but it feels odd to me that he would be written out of important, climactic moments of the episodes rather than the quieter build-up acts. Maybe those moments take the longest to film and that’s why? I don’t know, it doesn’t really feel like this is the reason to me though.
4) What’s perceived as story imbalance now will be levelled out in this latter half of the season. Carver was all about giving story focus to one character in the first half of the season and then switching the focus in the second half (e.g. s9 with Sam and Gadreel, then Dean with the Mark of Cain) so Big Things for Sam up to now might mean Big Things for Dean coming up. Dabb might follow a different structure to Carver though, we’ll see I guess :)
So yeah, the quiet optimist in me is leaning towards Story Reasons but I guess I’m kinda lamely saying the next few episodes should be quite revealing? Sorry!!!
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365daysofj2 · 7 years
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Déshabillé (Orchestra AU, 3/?)
Jensen sidles up to Jared, camera in hand. “Fancy meeting you here.” “Hey!” Jared sets his bass aside and grabs Jensen by his tie, pulling him in for a kiss. “You done? ‘Cause we were just about to pack up.” Jensen nods. “Yeah, I’ve got most of my stuff packed up. I just have a proposition for you.” Jared raises an eyebrow. “I’m listening.” Jensen leans in close, his words for Jared and Jared alone. “I’ve got a room upstairs, and you’ve got your wedding tux on. How about you let me take a series of you undressing? Just for us, of course.” “Huh.” Jared brushes his lips over the shell of Jensen’s ear, eliciting a full-body shiver from Jensen, before replying. “Not what I was expecting, but I’m game.” Jensen turns his head just so and meets Jared’s lips with his own. “Come to room 324 in fifteen minutes.” “Yes, sir.” Jared kisses Jensen one more time before separating from him. “See you soon.” Jensen lets Jared attend to his instrument. Jensen’s got an instrument of his own to prepare. He gets in the elevator and goes up to his room. He’s got most of his equipment up there already, lights positioned just so against the blank white wall. He switches to a fresh battery and sets the camera on the tripod. He knows he should wait for Jared, but he hates the stupid tie, so he sheds that and the jacket first and unbuttons the collar of his shirt. Jared can handle the rest. It’s close to twenty minutes before Jared knocks at the door. Jensen opens it and ushers him in. “Sorry, we got held up in the lobby.” He lets his eyes roam over Jensen’s unkempt upper body. “Looks like someone started early.” “Can’t let you have all the fun.” Jensen shuts the door and points to the blank wall. “Stand up straight against the wall there.” “Taking charge already?” Jared does as he’s told, moving into the pool of light. Jensen grabs his light meter and takes some readings. He likes what he sees, so he steps behind the tripod. “Untie the tie, but don’t take it off until I tell you.” Jared unties the knot and stops. Jensen uncaps the lens and focuses it. “Okay, slowly pull it down and drop it on the floor.” Jared does so, drawing the motion out and tilting his head like a professional model. Jensen’s starting to get hard already. He undoes one more button on his shirt and gives Jared his next instructions. “Unbutton the jacket and flip it off your shoulders to your elbows. Hold that, and then let it fall off.” Jared does that too, eyes hooded with barely concealed heat. “Okay, unbutton the vest and pull it apart like you’re flashing me. Hold it for a few seconds and then drop it.” Jared’s a fucking natural at this. “You did professional modeling and didn’t tell me?” Jared shakes his head. “Nope, just stripteases for boyfriends.” “Well, fuck.” Jensen ducks back behind the camera. “Now, unbutton the shirt real slow, and take it off the same as the jacket.” Jared follows the instructions perfectly, revealing rock-hard pecs with perfectly proportioned nipples and a six-pack that could easily grace the cover of any men’s magazine. His skin is evenly bronzed even in the dead of winter, and he’s got a happy trail that makes Jensen’s mind wander to pornographic places. “Okay, unbuckle your belt and pull it off in one motion. Let it snap like a whip.” Jared does that too, and he’s like Indiana Jones with the fucking thing. Now the real fun begins. “Unzip your pants, and push them down off your hips real slow. Show off a little.” Jared grins wickedly. He eases his pants down over his hips so slow that Jensen’s ready to jump out of his skin by the time he reveals what has got to be the biggest fucking cock Jensen’s ever seen in real life, half-hard and flushed a gorgeous shade of red. Jensen doesn’t know what he wants to do more, lick it or shoot it. He settles for shooting it, zooming in as close as he can, until he can actually see a bead of precome clinging to the tip. Jensen licks his lips and zooms back out to see that Jared’s kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. “Touch yourself,” says Jensen, his voice strained with lust and anxiety. “Get hard for me.” Jared fists his cock in one giant paw and jacks himself lazily. Once he’s fully hard, he thumbs precome off the slit and licks it off, the fucking slut. Jensen captures every movement on—well, not film anymore, but an SD card that he’s password-protecting the second they’re done. “I feel a little exposed here,” says Jared. “You’re still fully dressed.” “Just a couple more.” Jensen refocuses the lens. “Put your left hand on the back of your neck and tilt your head back as you jerk yourself off.” Jared does that too, exposing the beautifully clean line of his throat and a jawline that belongs on a comic book superhero. He zooms out to capture Jared’s entire upper body, head to cock, and Jared’s chest heaves with exertion and pent-up need. Jensen turns off the camera and caps the lens. “All right, Fabio, we’re done.” “Thank God.” Jared all but tackles Jensen onto the bed and unbuttons his shirt like he’s trying for a land-speed record. Jensen guesses he’s lucky Jared didn’t just rip it right off. Jensen gets in on the act and in no time at all he’s naked and spread out under Jared. “You got stuff?” Jensen reaches for his toiletry bag, which is sitting on the night table beside them. He digs out the lube and a condom and hands them to Jared. “My turn to make the rules,” growls Jared, right into Jensen’s ear, and Jensen gets instantly, painfully hard. Jensen scoots up until his head is resting on the small pile of pillows at the head of the bed. Jared positions himself between Jensen’s bowed legs and presses one slick finger into his hole. Jensen gasps and tips his head back as Jared finesses his way through the prep, adding a second finger and a third after that. Fuck, Jared’s cock is so huge that Jensen’s thinking a fourth finger might be necessary. Shit, it’s like a fucking elephant trunk. Jensen’s not exactly sure how Jared ever manages to hide that thing. “I’m in charge now,” declares Jared in a low, husky voice. He tries the condom, but it’s not big enough and it tears. Jared frowns. “Shit. I swear, I’m clean. I got tested after college, and I haven’t been with anyone since.” “I believe you,” gasps Jensen. “Just fuck me already.” Jared eases his thick, heavy cock into Jensen’s hole and Jensen has to breathe through the burn in a way he hasn’t done since he was a teenager. But Jared’s the biggest guy he’s ever been with by several orders of magnitude. Jared presses in further, but seems reluctant to go all the way. “I’m all right,” breathes Jensen. “Fuck me, Jay. Fuck me hard enough that they hear it downstairs.” Jared gives him an almost wolfish grin and draws back, then thrusts hard enough that the headboard bangs into the wall. Jensen nods. “Yeah, babe. Just like that.” Jared starts thrusting in earnest, the headboard drumming an incessant rhythm on the wall. Jensen hopes the neighbors don’t start complaining. He’s holding back from yelling because they are in shared space, but then Jared hits home and Jensen lets out a ragged shout. Jared covers Jensen’s disruptive mouth with his own and starts plundering Jensen’s mouth with his tongue just as hard as he’s currently plundering his ass. Finally, Jensen has to shove him off to catch his breath. Jared hits home a few more times, including two in quick succession, and that’s when Jensen finally comes apart. His orgasm crashes over him like a tsunami and he comes with a harsh cry that Jared matches a minute later when he achieves his own release. Jared pulls out with a gentleness that startles Jensen, so different from his actions mere seconds before. He collapses on the mattress next to Jensen and rests his head on Jensen’s shoulder. Jensen’s sure Jared can hear the calypso drumbeat of his heart. “Shit, that was amazing,” he mutters, too drained to say much more. “All thanks to you,” replies Jared between heaving breaths. “You inspired me.” “I think I’m supposed to be saying that to you.” Jensen tilts Jared’s head up so he can kiss him properly. He’s too exhausted for anything more. “You’re one hell of a muse.” “You’re one hell of a photographer.” “And you haven’t even seen the pictures yet,” replies Jensen. “I want to.” Jensen kisses him again. “That can be arranged.”
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You Got Iced- Chapter 3
Pairing: Jared x Reader x Jensen
Rating: M
Summary: Inspired in part by the challenge prompt and in part by this convention https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAHS_RJ5Gac (which is fucking hilarious, go enjoy yourselves there). The reader is attending a Supernatural convention during a heat wave and gets her money’s worth out of her ticket that’s for sure.
Word Count: 2288
A/N: Written for @babypieandwhiskey ‘s Hot as Hell challenge. If anyone else wants to be tagged in the rest of the chapters shoot me an ask! 
I'm sorry I have been crap at updating this! And I'm sorry for the cliffhanger :p I promise, there won't be a long wait before the last chapter! And there will actually be smut in that one :D
“You’ve never done anything before?” Jensen’s eyebrows made new friends with his hairline at that moment and you got a great glimpse into his faculties for comedic acting. You shook your head no, nervous that this revelation would put an end to the dream sequence you were playing out. “You’re a virgin?” He clarified emphatically, and at your affirmation he downed the rest of his whiskey and left the couch arm for another, taking Jared’s cup from your hands as well.
Jared silently accepted the generous measure of whiskey Jensen pushed into his hands, gulping down half of it before he found his voice.
“How much of a virgin are we talking here?” And you had to hand it to him, that was about as delicately as he could have put it, but you were pretty sure that if they thought you wanted delicacy, they would retract their offer.
“As in, never touched a penis before kind of virgin,” you hoped your voice hadn’t stuttered too much over the word penis. As much as you weren’t shy talking about sex, it was still a kind of gross word, and you were sitting in front of the fucking stars of most of your masturbatory fantasies; you were allowed to be nervous for fuck’s sake.
“Holy shit,” Jared sucked in his breath through his teeth and ran his hands back and forth through his hair in apparent distress. You didn’t know what he was thinking at that moment but if his goal was to draw your attention to how strong his hands looked or how attractive he looked with his hair ruffled, then mission accomplished.
“You know how to fuckin’ pick ‘em Jared,” Jensen’s voice had taken on more gravity, and you weren’t positive it was from the whiskey he’d been downing. You weren’t sure how you were meant to respond to them, or if you were even supposed to, so you sat in silence, letting their brains run whatever laps they needed to to come back to the present situation.
“Hang on,” Jared’s head shot up, eyes wild and bright. “You said yes.” He looked between you and Jensen and then back to you, waiting for someone to tell him he was wrong. “You’re a virgin and you were saying yes to having a dom/sub threesome with us?”
“I am saying yes to having a dom/sub threesome with you,” you clarified. “I just figured you’d want, you know, a heads up that I’m new at this because I might need a little more guidance than you’re used to.” You looked between Jared’s astonished face and Jensen’s carefully passive one. “If, you know, this is still okay with you.” Another beat of silence. “Because, you know, it’s totally okay if it’s not okay anymore. You had no idea I was such a sad sack-”
“No, no hey, that’s not what we’re thinking,” Jared cut in quickly to derail your thoughts, pressing a calming hand over yours, where it had been fiddling with the hem of your dress. With his other hand he brought your face around to look at his, and the sincerity of his gaze startled you. “We would never think something like that.”
You took a breath and gave Jared a small nod.
“I guess, I’m just wondering… why? I mean, do you have a reason you’re still a virgin?”
“Not a specific reason, no,” you shook your head. “I just… haven’t found someone I was attracted to enough and trusted enough to want to go there.”
“And you’re ready to jump right past first time for everything into bed with two complete strangers who are offering you a spot in a kinky-ass threesome?” Jensen was genuinely incredulous.
“Okay, I’m a virgin, not a prude. I have an internet connection. I’ve known for years that I identify as a sub and that I find the idea of that dynamic during sex really fucking hot.” Jared’s eyebrows gave a funny little jump when you cursed. “And having a threesome with two guys is one of my go to fantasies. Did I think that either, let alone both of those things would be involved in my first time? Hell no,” you laughed. “But I’m not gonna be sorry if they are.”
You took a deep breath and looked seriously from Jared’s confused eyes to Jensen’s slowly widening smirk.
“So, my answer is still yes… if me being a virgin isn’t a problem.”
“Sweetheart, you being a virgin is not a fucking problem,” Jensen laughed, brushing a hand over the back of your head and down your shoulder in a surprisingly intimate gesture. From behind you, Jensen gave Jared a wicked smirk and a nod with his chin, confirming for him that he was still super on board if Jared was up for it.
“It’s fucking hot,” Jared breathed, letting a huff of laughter escape him as he brought his eyes up to yours. His hand was still pressed over yours, and he folded his long fingers around your palm, squeezing gently, anchoring you to him. Slowly, incredibly slowly, he leaned closer; close enough for you to count every one of his unfairly long lashes if you had wanted to. And then his lips touched yours, chaste and sweet and so, stunningly perfect. You kissed him back softly, letting the tingling euphoria he had set off in you spread to the ends of your limbs and wrap tightly around your chest.
When he pulled back you gasped, face burning as Jared stared at your eyes, making sure that you were still ready to go through with this. You gave a tiny, jerky nod in response to his silent question and Jared surged forward, kissing you again with no more hesitation.
You made a small noise high in your throat as Jared kissed you thoroughly, forcing you open to him, molding your mouth to where he wanted it. You felt Jensen’s hands settle on your shoulders, squeezing, and then he dragged one to the back of your head, pushing you into Jared. You let him guide you, holding you still while Jared moved in closer, moaning when he sucked your bottom lip between his teeth.
“There you go sweetheart,” Jensen encouraged, brushing his hand over your hair, feeling you melt further into his side. His words lit something inside you that you could not explain, a wave of satisfaction and gratification washed through you and pooled between your legs. A small cry escaped your lips as you broke from Jared’s kiss, falling back against Jensen in shock, trying to catch your breath.
“Such a pretty mouth,” Jared’s voice was hoarse and breathy, and he smiled as he reached a hand up to your cheek, and ran his thumb along your bottom lip, slightly swollen from where he bit it. “I can’t wait to teach you how to use it.” You groaned, the feeling between your legs surging again.
“You’re gonna be such a good girl for us aren’t you?” Jensen asked, standing up from his perch on the arm of the couch and pulling you to your feet, trapping your wrists between his hands. You nodded, your eyes pleading.
“Yes, I promise.”
“Follow Jay, baby girl,” Jared pushed against your back, and you let Jensen pull you towards a door, Jared following behind you, and grabbing the bottle of whiskey on his way.
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Taking what must have been a service corridor, you followed Jensen into a hotel room with no signs of habitation beyond the two small suitcases standing by the closet. Silently, he pulled you along, keeping a firm hold on your wrists, and placing you on the arm of a wide armchair. Jared went straight for the mini bar when he came in and poured two generous glasses of the whiskey he’d brought from the green room.
Accepting his glass, Jensen took a long drink while his eyes bore into yours, and you sat silently, waiting for them to tell you what they wanted. You felt hot under their gaze, and you realized the room itself was actually much warmer than the green room had been, reminding you it was unseasonably hot outside.
“Where do you wanna start with her?” Jared asked Jensen, almost as if you weren’t in the room.
“There’s so many possibilities,” Jensen sighed thoughtfully. “But I think the first thing I want is to get her out of those clothes.”
Assuming that was an instruction you moved off the arm of the couch so you could pull off your dress but Jensen stopped you. “I didn’t say you could move yet, sweetheart.”
Mortified, you froze and sat back against the armchair. “Sorry,” you breathed, looking to them for forgiveness. Jared quirked an eyebrow at you and took a sip of his drink, waiting for something seemingly. “Sir,” you rushed to add as it hit you what he wanted. “Sorry sir.” Jared smiled.
“She catches on quick,” he nodded approvingly. Jensen moved towards you, setting his drink on a side table, leaving his hands free to brush up your bare arms and into your hair as he leant down to kiss you. It was bruising from the outset. His fingers locked into your hair and pulled, drawing small gasps from your lips which he used as an opportunity to suck and bite.
Instinctively, you reached your hands up to go around Jensen’s shoulders to pull him closer to you but your arms were suddenly being jerked back, and your wrists pulled together behind your back. Confused, you leaned back, realizing Jared had come behind you and was now holding your hands down tightly. “We never said you could touch,” Jared explained, voice amused.
“And I never said you could stop,” Jensen growled and pulled you back into the kiss. It was thrilling, being between them, held strongly in place under their hands, settling in to what they wanted you to be.
Jensen moved his lips from yours and began trailing them down your neck, stopping and biting below your ear, sucking your blood to the surface of your skin. “That feel good baby girl?” Jared asked in your other ear, wrapping an arm around your chest and grabbing one of your breasts with none of the gentle hesitation he had had when he first kissed you.
“Yes sir,” your words came out as a throaty sigh.
“Has anyone ever marked you up before?” Jared asked, kneading this massive hand across your chest.
“Yes sir,” you admitted, recalling the embarrassment of walking into an early morning seminar without having looked in a mirror after rushing out of a boy’s house once, and having the teaching assistant offer you her concealer. Jensen moved to a new spot further down your throat and you groaned.
“Where did he do it?” Jared started kissing languidly down the other side of your neck.
“Just… my neck,” you leant back into Jared’s arms and he pressed himself closer to you.
“Not here?” You jerked as Jared pinched one of your nipples amazed at how good that had felt.
“No sir,” you shook your head.
“Good,” you felt Jared’s smile against your skin as he scraped his teeth on your collar bone. “Another first we get.”
“Please,” you breathed with absolutely no idea what you were even begging for.
“Aw, she’s got such good manners,” Jensen grinned. “Such a polite little girl.”
“Please sir,” you said again, still not sure what you were asking for. Deciding for you, Jensen brought his hands to your shoulders and carefully slid your dress down your arms, so it pooled around your waist showing your bra. Jared hoisted you up from behind so Jensen could finish pulling the dress down your legs, getting your shoes off in the same process. You shivered despite the heat of the room.
Jared moved around to face you, taking in your matching lace bra and underwear, the set you kept for the times when you wanted to feel as confident as possible. You were silently thanking god that you had worn a matching set today.
“I gotta say sweetheart, this here,” Jensen plucked at your bra strap, “looks pretty slutty for a virgin.”
“I think it’s sweet,” Jared mused as he reached for his drink again. “She dressed up for us Jay.” You blushed, because yeah, you had dressed up for them. Not because you ever imagined they’d see your underwear but just because you felt you owed them the effort.
“Y/N,” oh my god, your name sounded so good in Jensen’s mouth, in what was now unmistakably his ‘Dean’ voice. “Any limits you know you don’t want us near?”
You thought about it for a second and shook your head. “I think it will be easier if you guys take the lead and if you do anything I don’t like, I’ll tell you.” They nodded, agreeing that was sensible.
“Safeword?” Jensen asked. The question shouldn’t have caught you off guard considering what you were about to get into but it hadn’t even crossed your mind to think of one, and your mind went perfectly blank.
“Poughkeepsie,” You threw out nervously, then groaned when Jared and Jensen cracked huge smiles and broke down laughing. “I swear it’s the first thing I thought of,” you defended yourself.
“Hey, whatever works for you, it’s your safeword.” Jared laughed, reaching forward for your hand. You went to him, letting him spin you slowly, giving him and Jensen a full view of your ass that your thong did nothing to hide. Jared gave a quick swat to your backside, making you jump forward slightly. “Go sit on the couch, and spread your legs.”
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