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A new beginning
Reader x Misha Collins
Warnings: 16+ Sex, fluff, trauma, commitment issues, jealousy, Age difference...
Side note: English isn’t my first language.
Words: 6172
Y/N and Misha became friends after Jensen introduced the two of you at his birthday party. Even though Y/N is a lot younger than Misha, Jensen saw a perfect match between you two. But... will Y/N and Misha feel the same way?
*not my GIF*
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“There he is!” Y/N said smiling while walking up to Jensen with his gift. “Sorry had no time to wrap it. Happy Birthday buddy!” She kissed him on his cheek. “Thank! I’m glad you made it.” He said. “Well, Jack and Karl are here already, somewhere.” “Don’t worry I’ll find them.” She winked at him before leaving him in the hands of the guest who arrived after you.
Y/N was the newest member of “the boys” cast, she plays an old love interest of soldier boy who became a villain after Soldier boy chose Crimson Countess, the type of supe Butcher loves to manipulate to fight for him. The crew and cast made you feel at home right away even though you just started to film. Y/N became quite quickly friends with Jensen and Karl, and of course they found out that Y/N was a supernatural fan growing up. In a couple of months, she would turn 28 but whenever interviewers talked about how Jensen feels working with such a young girl on the show, he always said the same thing. “She is younger, but a very mature person, would even say and old soul.” And that is exactly how she felt, an old soul in a young body. She always had a better connection with people who were a little older.
After a few hours, food and drinks Jensen made his way towards you and the guys. “This must be so surreal for Y/N.” Jack said. You all looked at his with a confused look. ”Didn’t she once admit being a supernatural fan? And all the actors are standing, what, 3 feet away.” Y/N shook her head while smiling and slightly blushing. “Who is your favourite?” Karl decided to at oil to the fire. “Oh no, we are not going down that road!” Y/N said. “Ah come on!” Jensen bumped your shoulder. “Was it Dean?” He asked teasingly. “I think she is more of a Sam girl.” Jack teased. “No, no actually I was a Dean girl.” Y/N admitted “Until season 4.” She looked at Jensen, who thought about that for a second. “CASTIEL!” He said very surprised but seem to like your answer. She smiled shyly.
Later that night Y/N decided to head back to the hotel, she had to take her fight back to LA in the morning. So, she asked Danneel where Jay was before leaving without saying a word. Y/N placed her hand on his shoulder. “Hey buddy I’m heading out. Got a flight tomorrow.” “Oh no, wait one second, I want you to meet someone.” Jensen said while taking her wrist and walking her trough the crowed. And before she could see or say anything she hears Jensen: “Mish! Meet Y/N, Y/N Misha... She really likes you.” He said with a grin wide smile before leaving you standing in front of him with eyes wide open. Looking nervous, like a fangirl at ComiCon meeting her hero. “I eh, hi.” Y/N managed to say giving him a hand. ”Hi...” “This is awkward, isn’t it?” Y/N smiled shyly. “A little... But It’s ok.” He smiled friendly. ”Eh, how do you know Jensen?” “The Boys.” Y/N answered shortly. The two of you started to talk and surprisingly the awkwardness quickly disappeared. But as much as you liked the conversation, that had you staying there for another 90 minutes, you had to get some hours of sleep before getting on the plane.
The next morning
Y/N was sitting at the gate with her hoody and headphones on, listening to music while looking at other people in the airport, sipping her coffee trying to stay awake. That night she didn’t had much sleep thinking about the conversation she had with Misha, he did seem really nice, she could see why he was still friends with Jensen. But most of all Y/N wished she had given him her number. As she was scanning the crowd, she noticed someone familiar, Misha, he was sitting at the same gate as her, sunglasses, coffee and hoodie. Even though they had talked the night before she was nervous to go and talk to him. The voice on the intercom announced that they while start boarding now and Misha got up and quickly moved in line. Y/N could see his broad shoulders, how amazing would it be if they would end up sitting next to each other, but he probably flies first-class she thought.
But to her surprise he didn’t, he sat a couple of rows ahead of her, she had to pass him for going to her seat. Misha recognised her, “Y/N! Hi, what a coincidence!” He got up quickly hugged her before she held back the people behind her. “I know right! Have a good fight!” She said way to enthusiastic. During boarding Misha kept looking back to see where she was seated noticing the seats next to her were empty. Once in the air Y/N started to read a book to make sure she wouldn’t be looking at Misha every two seconds.
Little did she know that he did look at her a few times, hoping she would look at him. But after a while he got up and moved to sit next to her. Y/N was a little surprised, “Would you mind if I sit next to you?” “No! Of course not!” - “So, LA? What are the plans?” He asked casually. “Home, I rent a house there. Just a little break between projects. You?” “For now, home. We’re trying to sell the house, but I live there for now.” Y/N knew he and his wife had split up, she, like all the other fans had read his poems, but she decided not to get into detail about that.
Misha and Y/N started to talk some more. “So, Jensen said you liked me? What did he mean?” Misha asked with an innocent smile. “They asked me who my favourite SPN character was... I said Castiel.” “Aaah, I get it. So, you don’t like me me ... You like Cas me.” he laughed. “Yeah, I’m so terribly sorry.” Y/N joked. Y/N and Misha soon found out that they had a few similar interests, both loved to read, music and art. Y/N painted in her spare time while Misha wrote poetry, one couldn't do what the other did but, admired the art form of the other. Y/N showed him drawings and paintings of her own, While Misha read some of his drafts. The plane seemed to land way to fast, neither of them wanted to end the conversation but when they were safe and sound on the ground and got their luggage, they said goodbye. “Well, I see that my cap is here.” Misha said, “It was nice to talk to you again!” Y/N nodded “Likewise!” Misha hugged her and turned to the taxi driver. “Oh, Misha! Before I forget.” Y/N yelled. “Here is my number.” She wrote it on a small piece of paper she had in her jacket. “If you, I don’t know, want to talk or hang out sometimes, I would like that.”
Misha got in the taxi, thinking whether he should call her, she seemed nice, but he was afraid he would expect more of him than he could offer. Especially now, even though he and Vicky had been separated for a while he wasn’t ready to date. He needed to focus on being a dad, actor and healing his mental wounds.
Y/N noticed Misha’s face when she gave him her number, he looked scared, maybe even a little hurt. She hoped she didn’t offened him by doing so. It was days later when she got a text from him, Y/N thought she wouldn’t hear from him again.
Mish: “Free this afternoon?”
Y/N: “Jup, why?”
Mish:”Lunch? 1 pm?”
Y/N:” Count me in!”
Y/N googled the place he had suggested, and decided to dress casually, but catches herself taking a little more afford in her hair and make-up than she would usually do.
Misha noticed her walking in, long summer dress, sunglasses, matching bag, she smiled when she noticed him. “Hi again.” she said while giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek. “You look great! I feel underdressed.” Misha said. “Nonsense, by the way this place looks amazing!” Y/N answered looking around. After they both ordered Y/N decided to ask him about his reaction at the airport. ”Misha, maybe it’s not my place or question to ask, and if so, please let me know but, I couldn't help but notice the panic in your eyes when I gave you my number. Did I do something wrong?” Misha let out a breath before answering. “Well, I don’t know how much you know about my personal life. But I am recently divorced, and I didn’t want to give you the wrong impression. Because I am far, far from ready to date.” Y/N nodded very understanding still listening, “And Jensen wanted me to meet you for quit sometime now, I had no idea what he said to you before introducing so, I panicked a little.” “I see, it was never my intention to date you, I just like that we get along.” She smiled.
“Great, because I could use a friend who isn’t connected to my marriage, especially here, closer to home. That’s what happens when you’ve been together since school, your friends become her friends and vice versa.” “I understand and consider me your new friend.” Y/N smiled “But eh, Jay talked about me?” “Yes, days before the party, said you were an amazing woman, who I might like... You know a friend trying to help.” “Is that so...” Y/N got up from her chair, “Let’s send him a thank you for our new friendship texted.” Squatting next to Misha holding your phone to take a selfie. “What are you going to say?” He asked taking a sip of his drink.
“Thanks Jay. Found myself a new friend... No worries won’t replace you... Yet 😉 Xx."
Y/N send the picture to Misha as well.
Once home Misha opened the DM from Y/N and truly looked at it for the first time. He liked that his smile was genuine but couldn’t help to notice that she was a lot younger than he was. What are you worrying about, he thought, you just told her to be friends nothing more.
+ 10 months later
Y/N and Misha grew closer in the near year they known each other now, at first hanging out whenever his kids weren’t with him and when they didn’t have project to work on. Later they met her and started to call her aunty Y/N. And of course, they supported each other.
Misha and Jensen had a convention to go to. Some die-hard fans had noticed Misha hanging out with Y/N in public and seem to have question about that. Both men told the story the way it was. Met each other and became friends. But one fan had a question that lingered in Misha’s mind. “Jensen, you and Y/N have a, let’s call it spicy scene together, what was it like to film something like that, and Misha since you are their friend, have you seen it, and what were your thoughts?”
Jensen answered the question first. Saying filming something like that is always awkward, but that because they became friends, they had their fair share of laughs that day. Misha had to be honest he hadn’t seen the latest season yet. Realising he never talked to Y/N about it, while she seemed up to date with his projects, supporting him, wishing him luck. So, he decided to watch the season at home. Mid-season the scene the fans talked about played, Misha noticed a strange feeling seeing Y/N getting al hot and heavy with Jensen, well he knew it was Soldier boy and her character but still. He felt a knot in his stomach, could it be jealousy? Not a second later he received a text.
Y/N: “Made dinner... way too much... Hungry?”
Mish: “Be there in 20?”
Y/N: ”Perrrrrrfect!”
“I’m sorry, I'm already in my comfy clothes.” She said answering the door in her short shorts and tank top with fluffy slippers. “So, what were you up to today?” Y/N asked while walking Misha to the kitchen. ” Not much, started watching the boys.” He said drawing out her reaction. “Really! What season?” Y/N answered enthusiast - “The last one.” - ”Oooh, you seen me naked yet?” she said teasingly wiggling her brows. - “Actually, the second before you texted.” He admitted laughing at the face she made. Y/N looked dramatic like he just had a kick to the balls. “I am so sorry for that traumatic experience.” - “Yeah, could have giving me a heads up.” he smirked - ”Hey, if you would have told me you were watching it, I might have. Or better would watch it with you just to see your face.” She said smiling turning to the oven to get the last dish out. While she bent over Misha couldn’t help but staring at her curves, feeling busted like a teenager when she turned around.
After dinner Misha helped her with the dishes, “Why did you start to watch the boys?” Y/N asked out of the blue. “Really didn’t think that was your thing.” Looking over her shoulder while Misha placed a dried plate on the clean table. “It isn’t, but I figured, you follow me and compliment me on everything I do. As a friend I could at least watch your work.” Y/N hummed in response. “I appreciate that.” she answered with a little tear in her eye.
Little did Misha know Y/N just had a date that went terrible. Some rude new rising star her age. The first and last thing that came out of his mouth was how much slimmer Y/N seemed in the boys and in pictures. How he thought she could lose weight if she trained with him and that she better not wear high heels, making her taller than him... after that night Y/N really didn’t want to be alone, and could use a familiar face.
“Are you crying?” Misha notice. “It’s nothing.” She answered quickly before turning back to the dishes. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked really worried, “Oh no, really, it’s nothing... I just had a really bad date.” Misha’s heart dropped... “Date? I didn’t know you were dating.” He tried to sound as an interested friend. “Yeah, one of my friends set me up.” She said still cleaning the same dish. “All he did was talking about my weight and height.” Y/N turned to Misha. “I mean, I know I’m taller than the average woman but fat? I worked day and night at the gym before shooting the boys, I weight more then with muscles than now.” Misha felt sorry for her. “Oh honey”, he pulled her in is arms holding one hand on her hair and the other between her shoulders. “You are perfect. And if that boy can’t see it... then you need to find yourself a man who can.”
Y/N looked up at Misha, seeing his worried blue eyes looking at her, like she seen them so many times before, but there was something more to them now. Before she knew it Y/N stood on her toes and kissed his lips, brushing her lips softly over his, when she moved away, Misha’s lips followed hers. Holding his hands on her neck and cheeks, after the kiss he kept his eyes closed a little longer, Y/N waited for his reaction. He opened his eyes, but instead of being relieved Y/N noticed the same panic she saw at the airport. “I’m sorry... I have to go.”
“Misha, wait!” Y/N followed him to the door. “Please, I’m sorry I should have never... But please, I really don’t want to be alone tonight.” She noticed he was thinking about her words without looking at her. “I’m sorry I promise I won’t try and kiss you again. I’m just afraid...” “Why?” He turned around. “I’m afraid if you walk out that door, I might lose my best friend. Please let me prove to you that this doesn’t have to be complicated.” Misha looked at his feet. “Y/N, it’s already complicated, I kissed you back. I wanted to kiss you for so long, I would love nothing more than kissing you every time I’m with you.” - “Why didn’t you?” “You, me... us...The age difference...” He shook his head.
“ Age? That is what’s holding you back? I don’t care about age Mish.”
“Maybe not now, but in 10 or 20 years maybe. I’m not settling for less. I don’t want my kids to go through something like the divorce again.” Y/N was surprised “Neither do I, you think I will settle down for les? Misha soon I’m going to be 30, no husband no family...” But he didn’t let her finish “Family, another thing, I have kids, you want kids of your own, you said that before. I’m too old to have another baby. You want to get married, I’m not sure I want to, again.” - “So, basically you made a decision for me of what I want, without talking to me about it?” Y/N said frustrated and hurt. “Maybe I’m willing to give some things up, or we could find another solution.” “Y/N, I don’t want you to give up anything for me.” He hugged her “I talk to you soon.” And left through the door.
It had been two weeks, Y/N and Misha didn’t meet up or called each other. Y/N had texted him a few times, but his response was short and cold. Her calls stayed unanswered.
Y/N:” Are you still mad at me?”
Mish:”Never was.”
Y/N: ”Can we talk?”
Mish:”No time.”
Y/N: “Mish please, I miss you...”
Jensen saw the texted messages between them, he had noticed Misha being less happy off stage than he was the last couple of months. And whenever there was a question about Y/N he kept his mouth shut. “Dude, I’m serious, pick up your phone and call her!” - “And tell her what? I’m sorry I've been avoiding you?” - “For starters, yes. I don’t get it, you like her, she likes you. You both live in the same town, when you talk about her, we all see the Misha we’ve been missing the months before, during and after your divorce.” Jensen added. “There is more to it than liking each other.” Misha answered his friend. “Like, my kids, the age difference.” Jensen rolled his eyes. “Age difference... Stop pretending she is underaged, Misha she turned 28 last month. Y/N clearly doesn’t care, and your kids love her! Listen, all we want is for you to be happy.” He placed his hand on Misha’s shoulder. “And you are happy when you are with her.” But even then, he shakes his head no, he couldn’t believe Y/N loved him that much.
Y/N’s phone buzzed, like a teenager she ran towards it, a text from Jensen. Y/N sighs while opening the message.
Jay:“I tried to talk to him. He is stubborn.”
Y/N:” You know? What did he say?”
Jay:”He didn’t say much, but I’m not blind, he needs time to see that what he feels isn’t a bad thing.”
Y/N: ”I just what my friend back Jay. If he doesn’t want more that is fine for me.”
Jay:”I'm not giving up yet.”
Y/N: “Thanks Xx.”
Another week radio silent. Y/N had tried to call him a couple of times, but he never answered.
Misha was desperately trying to hold on to the thought that if he stayed away for long enough, she would find someone, fall in love and be happy. Then they could both move on. But Jensen’s words lingered in his mind, and he was right. His kids love Y/N, she made them laugh, played in the garden with them and even took them to the carnival when Misha had to work from home. She took care of him and his kids while he wasn’t his best.
After thinking and doubting he took is phone to call her. But instead, he saw a notification of TMZ first with the headline. “ Y/N Y/L/N/ single no more?” Misha felt his stomach turn, the first thing he saw was a picture of Y/N with Karl walking out of a restaurant, and other one laughing, having a few beers at a pub in London, her face close to his while he was saying something to her. She seemed to have a great time with him. He opened the article to read.
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Last night Y/N Y/L/N (28) and Karl Urban (51) were spotted having a romantic time in downtown London.
Both actors were spotted at a restaurant and later in a pub having a few drinks clearly enjoying each other's company. An inside source told us that the young actress is enjoying her single life even though she is ready to settle down with the right man.
In her latest interview Y/N told LAD bible she didn’t care about age, is this her way of proving her words? Maybe she was referring to Karl all along!
The actress clearly likes her man slightly older, let us not forget she has been seen often with Misha Collins (49) in LA, although they confirmed their relationship to be strictly friendship, Urban and Y/L/N haven’t confirmed nor denied the rumours yet. But the chemistry between the two is inevitable, as you can see in the interview with both actors down below.
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Misha closed his phone, feeling bad, he thought seeing her moving on would make it easier for him to let her go. But instead, he felt awful.
And to top it all off, Karl posted a week later a recap of the press tour they did, on Instagram. Misha scrolled through the pictures stopping when he saw one were Y/N and Karl were holding each other in a side hug, and another one, were Karl stood behind her, he had his arm around her neck, Y/N sticking her tongue out, they lifted their middle finger and winked at the camera. With the caption Love this city – Y/N had reacted ... Love these people.
When he clicked on to her page, she had also posted pictures with the cast. And another one with Karl, laughing extremely hard a little blurry and the “good picture” were they posed on the red carpet in front of the boys logo, with the caption: No one will ever be as entertained by us as us with a little red heart. Karl’s comment: Admit it... Life would be boring without me. Misha noticed all the reactions from fans how much they loved her, how cute they were. It was too much to see.
Y/N got back to LA, really glad she decided to go on press tour, she told Karl about what happened, and as a good friend he made sure she forgot about Misha every now and then. But once home her feelings came running back, she got tired of him ignoring her, if he really didn’t want to see or hear her again, he at least has to have the balls to tell her in her face. Today she had a quiet day, she took her car and drove up to Misha’s house, he wasn’t home, but she had time. Y/N waited at the front door, she could see his car parked outside on the driveway, so he wasn’t far away.
Misha returned all sweaty from his run, being surprised when he saw Y/N sitting on the steps. “What are you doing here?” He asked out of breath. “Well, seems like my best friend is hiding from me, though I come and find him.” She answered trying to sound happy. “I don’t think I’m the one hiding things.” He said walking inside. “What do you mean?” Y/N followed. “Checked TMZ yet?” He asked while handing her his phone with the article. “Seriously Mish? Is that why you have been avoiding me? First off, Karl is a friend, a good one trying to lift me up when you were acting all weird.” Y/N said, “And second how could I have been able to explain this or keep you up to date if you don’t answer your phone?! And since when do you believe TMZ?”
“I am so sorry Y/N, I feel like an idiot.” Misha said when he saw that Y/N’s reaction was honest, “Well, you should.” Y/N answered trying not to smile. “You were jealous, weren’t you?” He didn’t answer that question. “I’m sweaty, that’s what I am. And in about 15 minutes will West and Maison be here from school, and I still haven't showered or prepared food yet.” Y/N nodded. “Go take a shower, I’ll prepare a snack for them.” She took the towel slapping his ass with it playfully.
After the shower Misha came down in his sweatpants and t-shirt, hearing his kids arrive, they were thrilled to see her again. “Your dad is taking a shower, are pancakes ok?” Of course, he didn’t think they would say no to that! “So how was your day?” Y/N asked not noticing Misha was looking at them in the kitchen. Maison wanted to help Y/N, while West was telling her about his day. Like a pro Y/N multitasked her way through baking, listening and watching Maison not getting burned. It felt like a dream to him. Maybe she does belong here with us.
After a while Y/N noticed Misha watching, she winked at him which brought him back to earth. “Pancakes?” She asked while he greeted his kids who were already sitting at the table. After dinner Y/N helped with the dishes while the kids were doing their homework. “Well, I better get going.” She said while folding the towel. Before Misha could change his mind, he pulled her into a hug. “Thank you for today, I’m glad we talked.” Y/N wrapped her arms around him, answering his affection. “Thanks for listening to me.” Misha let go “You know, you don’t have to leave.” Y/N looked at him not fully understanding what he meant. “The kids need to get to bed soon, but maybe, if you like, we can watch a movie together like old times?” “I would love that.”
All four of them watched a show the kids loved to watch, and even though Maison wanted to act like a big grown girl around her father, she asked Y/N to cuddle on the couch. Misha noticed how his little girl placed her head on Y/N’s lap while she moved her fingers through Maison’s hair and still be focussed on the screen. Misha didn’t want to move his kids, but it was way past bedtime. “Come on guys, time to go to bed.” With a little whining they left, West gave Y/N a good night hug before following his dad up the stairs. “Good night, buddy.” He heard her say.
“Dad, I like it when Y/N is here.” West told him while he tucked him in. “She makes you happy. Misha smiled at his son not knowing how to react. Before he went down, he dropped by his daughter's room. “All set? Ready to go to bed?” She hummed agreeing. He kissed her good night and went down trying not to rush himself. “Oh, great your back.” Y/N said while walking out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of popcorn. “What movie were you thinking about?” “Comedy?” he asked her approval before taking his seat next to her. “Great!”
While watching the movie Misha noticed Y/N curling up against him and shiver. “Cold?” he asked her, “Yeah, actually a little.” “Wait.” he paused the movie “Let me grab a blanked.” throwing it over them. Not long after he noticed Y/N’s head lowering on his shoulder, she fell asleep. He moved his arm so that her head would rest on his chest. Y/N woke up startled.” Oh my god Mish, I’m so sorry.” She said embarrassed. “Come here.” He still pulled her in close, kissing the temple of her head, moving his hand over her shoulder and arm. His touch felt good, soft yet strong, but most of all safe. Y/N could hear his heart beating faster, she looked up at him locking eyes with his soft blue gaze. Slowly Misha closed the space between them, holding her cheek with one hand, his lips finding hers. He gave them a soft peck, looking for any hesitation from her. Y/N’s eyes had this little glister in them. She kissed him back with the same softness, she smiled moving a little closer, placing her head back on to his chest, so that they both sat comfortably watching the movie. The last thing she wants was to rush things, scaring Misha away again.
Y/N felt Misha’s hand slip under the blanket, stroking her side and hip, his thumb accidently touching the side of her breast a few times. She looked up at him, it was clearly not his intention, he was still focussed on the tv. But little did he know that those small touches made her burn up. All she wanted was more of his hands over her, kissing those perfect lips. So, to control herself she buried her face a little more in his shirt, letting out a deep breath. Misha noticed her hand clenching the fabric of his shirt, it took him a second to realise what he was doing, so he held his hand still. But hearing her deep breaths turned him more on than he would have thought.
He couldn’t focus anymore, he started to daydream about her moans if he would actually touch her. So, he became a little bolder and stroke the side of her breast again, this time watching her reaction while kissing her head. Y/N looked up again to see his blue eyes darkened this time with lust. He kissed her lips with more passion, his tongue asking permission to enter her mouth. Her tongue following his. And when she pulled back for air, he lifted her on his lap. Her body on his, her knees straddling him but still covered under the warmth of the blanked. His hands moved to her back crawling under her shirt meeting her soft skin.
Her hands lingered on his shoulders, moving one slowly up his neck into his hair, without losing touch of the kisses they shared. Misha’s hand moved down to her bottom, kneading over her jeans making her whimper silently. His lips found their way to her neck, Y/N tilted her head giving him all the space to kiss and softly nip. Misha felt like a teen again, one who was so full of hormones and love drunk making out with his girl in the back of his car. But fully aware he was at home, giving in to the pleasures he wanted to taste all those months ago. And it felt good, even the smallest touch.
Y/N felt his erection growing and even though she was desperately trying not to move to fast, to wait for his lead she couldn’t help but grind against his hips, she wanted more friction. Misha growled against her ear holding her hips, pushing her closer asking her with his touch to do it again. So, she did, Y/N started to move slowly, both could hear their breaths getting heavier, filling the room with soft moans that were silenced with their kisses. Misha’s hands moved up over her thighs to her shirt, pulling it over her head, leaving his hands on her breast, kneading softly. He looked at her through his lashed while he kissed them all over, before his hand undid her bra. He looked at her like a man possessed, his lips and tongue found her hardened nipple, toying her with his other hand still kneading her right breast.
“Oh Mish....” She moaned holding his head, her fingers twisted in his hair. Y/N moved her hand down over his body, moving it in between them, finding his erection palming it over his trainers. Misha let go of her breast while he moaned against her. “Fuck...” He breathed out. Y/N let herself slip in between his legs, pulling his pants and underwear down. Her hands moved back up over his thighs, wrapping her hand around the shaft pumping slow, while her lips left kisses around his pelvis. Making him moan and growl her name, wanting to feel more of her. Y/N first kissed the tip of his dick, tasting his precum on her lips. She slowly lowered her head over him licking the tip. Misha’s breath hitched feeling her warm lips working their way down.
After she made him moan her name more than a few times she got up. Undressed in front of him, she would see the fire in his eyes burn. Knowing that if he wasn’t so turned on, he would feel embarrassed to stare at her, but his eyes took in every inch of her body while taking of his own shirt. Their naked bodies found each other again, Y/N again straddling his hips, but before she could lower herself on him, he stroked his hands between her thighs, feeling her wetness on her upper thigh close to her slit. He hummed delighted to know he cost it. His fingers toying her, making her head fall back, he entered her, first one finger then two slowly pumping, curling to find that one spot that would drive her crazy, she couldn’t help but to move her hips with him in rhythm, making him touch take soft spot inside her. “Oh Misha... although this feels.... Oh, so good... I need... More.” She managed to say between moans and breaths.
Misha let go of her, Y/N grinded against him a few more times, making sure his dick was coated before entering her. He lined himself up against her, locking eyes. He wanted to see her face while he bottomed out. “So beautiful.” He said while watching her expression. Kissing her collarbone while she slowly started to move up and down. She placed her hands behind him on the couch while his hands were guiding her, kneading the flesh of her bottom. Their lips not leaving each other's. The air was filled with moans and the sound of their bodies moving together.
Misha noticed the coil in his stomach building, he turned her around, and placed her on her back. Hovering above her naked body, taking her wrists in his hand moving them above her head. Kissing her neck again before re-entering her soaking core. Y/N could feel his trusts getting harder, stroking along that one spot inside. Not long after she started to tighten around his dick, moaning and whining his name is his ear, trying to keep quiet, unable to hold him close to her. Misha thrusted through her orgasm trying to make it last as long as possible. But he felt his own coming up again faster than anticipated he came inside her with one last thrust.
Misha lifted himself a little, letting go of her wrists, but still hovering over her. Softy and passioned kissing her lips before locking eyes with her. Neither said a word but enjoyed each other’s touch and company. “Mish... as much as I love cuddling with you. I really need to use the bathroom now.” Y/N said a little embarrassed. “Oh yeah sure, you know where it is right?” Y/N got quickly up put on her panties and a shirt to refresh herself, when she came back Misha had already put on his pants. He was folding the blanket. “I was thinking we best head upstairs, the bed lays better.” He said while walking up to her giving Y/N a kiss. She hummed “Well and I don’t want to fall asleep here and getting waked by the kids in the morning... seeing me half naked.” She laughed
Once in bed Misha held Y/N in his arms. “Please tell me you won’t regret this.” Y/N asked him, hoping this was the start of something and not a one-time thing. “I’ve been thinking about you, us for so long now, letting you close to me, was a calculated move.” He kissed her head letting out a chuckle. “But I had no idea it would get so hot and heavy so quick.” They both started laughing trying to stay quiet, not to wake the kids. “But no, I won’t regret this.”
“Good because I’m not planning on letting you run off again.” She said.
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Mishapocalypse: what the-
Hey, former redditors! Welcome to the hellsite, we're all glad that you're here (especially you 196 folk you warm my dead, frozen heart). While on the whole you seem to be adapting AMAZINGLY fast to site culture, if any of you are confused over one of our founding myths this may help.
(or if you're a veteran tumblrina and just want to read an essay that's fine too)
(others key parts of our national identity to learn about if you're curious include Goncharov, I Love You, Color of the Sky, My Three Girlfriends, and many more)
also if you don't want to read my entire fucking essay take this and run
but if you want to know the deal with this man, read on!
Mishorigins
Supernatural is a 2000s-ass TV series that ran on the CW from 2005 to 2020. It's about two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester, who are "hunters" that protect people from various supernatural entities. The show was originally planned to last five seasons, with an angel character named Castiel (this is important) slated to be revealed as God in the finale. Castiel (nicknamed Cass by the CW and Cas by objectively correct people) was introduced in S4.
left: Castiel, the gay angel of our collective dreams. right: Misha Collins.
The Man Behind the Mish
Misha Collins is a straight man who was forced by a cruel and uncaring god to play a heavily queer coded angel on a TV series intended for any demographic BUT gay teens (which is what it became). His performance as Castiel, and the large queer teen fanbase he drew, were a driving force behind a show would ultimately continue for three times longer its original plan.
I don't have anywhere else to put these facts so they go here
he was an intern in the Clinton administration during the Lewinsky scandal
he knows Tibetan throat singing
he was arrested for climbing onto a bank roof (he was trying to... read a book? 👀👀👀)
he probably made Jensen Ackles (the guy who played Dean less homophobic? Maybe?
he held a scavenger hunt called GISHWHES several times for his charity, Random Acts
cool guy
he later played Harvey Dent on Gotham Knights this very year (2023)
there's icebergs of this shit
he farted on an airplane once
Mishion: Impossible
April 1st, 2013 is a date that will live in mishinfamy. Tumblr a main hub of the SuperWhoLock fandom (a mega-fandom amalgamating Supernatural, Sherlock BBC, and Doctor Who), was the only place the Mishapocalypse could happen.
For boring deets I'll redirect you to the KnowYourMeme page but these images should sum it up.
left: a list of Tumblr users, circa 2013. right: a fine example of Misha culture
There are two takeaways here:
You cannot outrun Misha.
You will become him.
On April 1, 2013, a significant portion of Tumblr changed their avatar to the now-iconic Mishapocalypse photo and their handle to "Misha Collins", followed by similar waves of Mish across other social media sites.
above: the modern Prometheus
This beautiful event was emblematic of pre-Dashcon Tumblr, an era as far away from us now as 1200 AD was from 1208 AD. You'll be pleased to know that the Mishapocalypse returns every April 1st to grace these ancient halls, a small group of pilgrims tracing new paths on the well-worn floor of the Church of Misha.
(this isn't to say the Supernatural fandom is dead, it's just somewhat diminished from it's glory days.
Thanks for reading! Reblog if you liked. I'll leave you with a bunch of Mishimages of my own that I posted for Mishapocalypse 23 (the 10th anniversary). Shameless self-promotion!!!
in clockwise order:
The Mona Misha
Mishius
Misha's extra hour in the ball pit
The Mishian (with Mish Damon)
Future ideas include Salvator Misha. Feel free to ask any questions you have, and I hope you enjoy Tumblr.
Happy Mishing!
ps I have not actually watched supernatural you just learn all of this via osmosis
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castiel x reader
Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Dean and Sam. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since they are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.
Paring: Castiel X Reader
Word count: 5,854
Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural, the boys being mean to y/n, love spells
Chapter seven: Sex and violence
Y/n's POV
I was on my way back from getting some coffee and doughnuts for my brothers and I because there was no way that we wouldn't stop for these anyway. So, I thought I might as well get it out of the way and save some time and let my brothers sleep as much as they could considering the last few weeks. I was also wondering how Cas was doing. I haven't seen him these last few weeks. I kind of wished I had, just being around him somehow makes me be calmer and that's important with the stressful job I have. I hope he didn't get in trouble for when he hesitated to knock me out or that he's not hurt when Alastair almost pulled a uno reverse on him. I wish he could have a damn phone so I'm not worrying half of the time.
As I open the motel room door, I make sure to be extra quiet to not wake Sam and Dean. I look to the beds and see Dean in one but not Sam. Then I hear his voice from the bathroom. “Yeah, that's what I'm telling you. No storms, no bad crops, nothing.” Demon signs? Who was he talking to this early in the morning? I was sure it was not Bobby because I knew he just got done with a pretty nasty werewolf case and was properly sleeping off the beer and coffee along with exhaustion. I try to stand still to not warn Sam then I hear sheets moving and look to see Dean awake listening to the same interesting conversation. “Yeah, okay. We'll keep looking. You keep looking too, OK? All right. Talk soon.”
Sam finished and was coming out of the bathroom. I ran back to the door to make it look like I had just got back and slammed the door loud. “Hey guys I got coffee and doughnuts for us.” I said placing the drinks and food down on the table trying to sound normal. They both kind of looked at it like I had just gotten a five-star steak meal. They both come over grabbing some joe and a pastry. “Thanks Y/n/n” Dean said, stuffing his face with sprinkles falling out as a result. “Yes, thank you Y/n” Sam replied, grabbing a cup of joe and got a half of a doughnut with him being a health nut and all. “So, were you both sleeping?” I asked, trying not to seem obvious. “Dean was, I was in the can.” “Really” Dean and I both replied.
“Yeah guys, you want me to draw you a picture?” “Nah We’ll pass I think.” I said sitting on the bed trying not to think about the secret convo in the bathroom. “Found a job. Bedford, Iowa. Guy beat his wife's brains out with a meat tenderizer.” Sam said, handing us a newspaper about the story. “Oh my gosh.” “And get this. Third local inside two months to gank his wife. No priors on any of 'em, all happily married.” “Once is sad and disturbing but three is a pattern.” I said looking at the man in the picture looking very happy with his now very dead wife. “Ahh. Sounds like Ozzie and Harriet.” Dean said, grabbing the newspaper from me. “More like The Shining.” Sam replied with a smirk. “All right, well I guess we'd better have a look.” Dean said moving to the bathroom to get ready for the day and me failing to not think about who the Hell was Sam talking to.
Currently we were sitting in the integration room with the man of the hour. He kept on ignoring eye contact like he was ashamed to look at us. “Why does the PD keep sending you guys? I already said I don't want a lawyer.” “They're lining up the firing squad.” Dean replied, staring the man in the eyes. “I'm pleading guilty.” He said back to us. “All right, look, you don't want us to represent you, that's fine. In fact it's probably not a bad idea, between you and me. We just wanna understand what happened, that's all.” “Mr. Benson. Please.” I said trying a softer approach with him. “What happened was, I killed my wife. You wanna know why? Because she made plans without asking me.” Well, there is another reason to not to date. “Now when it happened, how did you feel? Disoriented, out of control?” Sam asked. “Like something was telling you or possessed you to do it?” I said. “I knew exactly what I was doing. I was crystal clear.” He replied with no stuttering, it was chilling. “Then why'd you, do it?” Dean asked. “I don't know. I loved her. We were happy.” I brought some papers out on the table of his bank statements and tapped on them. “For a man who loved his wife you were sure spending a lot of secret money on 'M & C Entertainment'.” “I don't know what you're talking about.” Come on dude you murdered your wife the least you can do is tell the truth.
“It means you were dropping fifties on some nude entertainment.” “We just wanna know the truth, Mr. Benson.” Sam added in. “Her name was Jasmine.” Like the Disney princess? “She was a stripper?” Sam questioned. “Dude, her name was Jasmine.” Dean said matter of factly. “I didn't mean for it to happen, I don't like to go to strip bars. My buddy was having a bachelor party, and there she was. She came right up to me. And...I dunno, she was just...perfect. Everything that I wanted.” “Well, you pay enough, and anybody will be anything.” Dean said and he was not wrong. “It wasn't about the money. It wasn't even about the sex. It was...I dunno. I....I don't know what it was. It's hard to explain.” It sounds like this man was down bad for this princess. “And your wife found out?” I asked curious. “No, she never had a clue.” “Then why'd you kill her?” “For Jasmine. She said we would be together forever. If...if only Vicki was…” Dead, damn whatever this is it really wants to be the only woman. “Afterwards, me and Jasmine were supposed to meet, and she never showed. I don't know where she lives, I don't know her last name, I don't even know her real first name! I'm an idiot.” He is but this was not all his fault I have inkling that something else was at play than good sex. “And you didn't think to tell this to the cops?” Sam questioned. “What for? The stripper didn't do it, I did it. And I know what I deserve. The judge doesn't give me the death sentence, I'll just do it myself.”
Sam and I are going to go talk to the head doctor to hopefully get some answers while Dean was finding if the other men had matched with Bensen’s spending. As we walked in the office the doctor was taking some Advil. “Rough night?” Sam questioned. “Fun night. Rough morning.” She said while rubbing her forehead. “Can I help you?” She asked us and I replied. “Ahhh...yes. Um, I'm Special Agent Ross, Agent Stiles, FBI. You Doctor Cara Roberts?” “Far as I know.” “You do some work with the Sheriff's department?” Sam asked. “Yeah, when I'm not slogging it through the ER. It's a small town. We multi-task.” “We have some questions about a case. About several cases actually. Do you mind if we sit?” Sam asked for us. “Great. Adam Benson, Jim Wylie, and Steve Snyder.” I said, referring to the men. “Oh yeah, the men who killed their wives?” “You handled their work-ups, right?” She nodded her head. “Autopsies for the wives and tox screens for the perps. Two-for-one special.” “Fun right” I said, trying to add to the conversation because I sensed that the doctor and Sam were giving each other the look.
“He he I’m sorry. Did you find anything?” I asked moving away from my awkward moment. “Not really. I mean, c.o.d. on the women was pretty clear. There was nothing unusual in their systems.” That would make sense. “What about the husbands?” “Can I....see your badges again?” she asked, and we both pull them out again. She gives Sam’s a real good hard look while she barely glances at mine. “There was one thing, um, an anomaly in the blood work. And I remember thinking how strange it was that it showed up in all three of the men.” She said as she pulled out their files. “What showed?” I asked while looking at the file. “Oxytocin. And their levels were crazy high.” “Ahh. Oxytocin?” “Mm-hmm, it's a hormone that's produced during childbirth, lactation and sex.”
“People call it the love hormone. Um, you know how it feels when you first fall in love. The whole weak in the knees, tattoo you on my chest thing? That's oxytocin. Of course, it eventually fades and then you're stuck with every relationship ever. That and the painful regime of tattoo removal.” I wouldn't know but Sam would. As I looked up from the file Sam and Cara were smiling at each other with that look while they kind of forgot that I was right next to them. Then Dean entered which is good because it was getting awkward for me. “What'd I miss?” “Um Doctor this is our other partner, Agent Murdoch.” I said introducing them. Then Dean went into his Dean flirt mode. “Please, "Agent" sounds so formal. You can call me Dean.” He said holding out his hand and she took his hand and held it for like two seconds and let go. Wow I don't think I have ever seen this before. Usually, women are all over him and even sometimes get mad at me for being next to him.
“I'm Doctor Roberts.” Then she turned back to Sam. “So, um, can I help you with anything else?” “Uhh, sure, just one more thing. This chemical, this…” “Oxytocin.” “Oxytocin. What would cause those high levels that you found?” “Nothing that I've ever seen.” “OK. That's it. Thanks Doc.” As he finishes, we go to leave the office and Sam stops to tell her. “By the way...try a greasy breakfast. Best thing for a hangover.” Sammy going for it, good for him. “Watch it buddy, I'm the only M.D. here.” She replied back smiling. “Dude, you totally C-blocked me.” Dean told Sam. yeah sure Dean let's go with that.
The three of us are now going to the car. “So Whylie and Snyder totally fessed up, huh?” Sam asked Dean about the others. “One emptied his IRA, the other, his kids' college fund, all on the same day.” Now that's what I call commitment. “Nude girls?” I questioned. “A club called 'The Honey Wagon'.” Very on the nose I see. “These guys have affairs too, with a stripper also known as Jasmine?” “Yes and no. This is where it gets interesting. Each guy hooked up with a different chick.” “So, is there a secret princess stripper operation going on?” “Well, they all described their stripper in the same way, the exact same way. Perfect, and everything that they wanted.” Like build your own sex doll factory. “Yeah, at least until dream Barbie convinced them to murder their wives.” Sam said being right and a little bit funny. “You know, it's almost like they were under some kind of love spell.” “Exactly what I was thinking I mean usually girls will just take the money and be happy with that but whatever this is it wants devotion that comes from love and for them that means murdering that woman containing the man's life.” I agreed with Sam. “Sure seems that way.” Dean replied back. “Which caused them to become totally psychotic.” “Absolutely.”
As we entered the strip club, I felt I had at least a dozen pair of eyes landing on me, half of them wanting to see me up on the stage and the other half seeing if I was here to bust them for cheating. “We’re looking for three girls. Jasmine, Aurora and Ariel.” Dean said to the manager as his eyes wandered to the stage. “You seriously think those names mean anything to me?” He said almost annoyed also he was eyeing me up and down. “One's a redhead about 5'9". The other one's Asian, about…” I said getting his memory going hopefully. “You have any idea how many girls I deal with? Fake names, fake hair, fake…” He said, referring to the chest area. “You gotta have some sort of paperwork. Cheque stubs. Some way to keep track of the strippers.” Dean said to him. “Please, exotic dancers. Independent contractors working for cash. I stay out of their hair, they stay out of what little I have left.” “Sir, three of your customers murdered their wives. You don't think that that's weird? Or at least to raise a little concern.” I said to him.
“Sweetheart, I think that's super-friggin' weird. But you know what it ain't? My problem. And if it turns out one of my employees is a murderer coordinator, I’ll have a spot open. You could have it, you know, if the FBI doesn't work out. I know it's a lot of work for women.” I almost pulled out my gun right there, but I held myself back and Dean looked the same. “Agent, could you go get us some drinks? I got this.” I said turning to Dean and he gave me a look of are you sure and I looked back, yes. “Sir I am just fine in my job, and I will take on more weight in my life then you will ever do in your long single life. Your workers work hard for themselves, and their families and they deserve respect as does anyone and they aren't just objects that you can talk about so carelessly. Next time you want to make a comment like that in front of me I just want you to remember I have a Glock on my side.” I finished walking away leaving him shocked and a little afraid. I walk over to the boys getting to the table and downing my drink I needed to after dealing with that little gremlin.
“Y/n I think he peed himself a little … good job!” Dean said high fiving me. “Just another day another mean person taken down any luck with Bobby?” I asked Sam. “A little. We officially have a theory.” “What’s that?” Dean and I both ask. “Siren.” Ohh that makes sense. “Like Greek myth siren, the Odessy?” Dean said surprising Sam but not me. I knew Dean was smarter than he let people know. “Hey, I read!” He said offended at Sam's look. “Yeah, actually. But the siren's not actually a myth, it's more of a beautiful creature that preys on men, enticing them with their siren song.” “Let me guess, 'Welcome to the Jungle?' No, no. Warrant's 'Cherry Pie.'” Dean responded. “Ha good one but I think Sam means more of allure like a promise of perfection.” “
So, they shake their thing and the guy's zombie out.” “Basically, yeah. Sirens lived on islands, sailors would chase 'em, completely ignoring the rocky shores...and dash themselves to pieces.” Sam added back in. “Sounds like Adam and his buddies.” Dean said back. “exactly” “Yeah. If you were a siren in '09 looking to ruin a bunch of morons, where would you set up shop?” “So whatever floats the guy's boat, that's what they look like?” Dean said confirming it. “Like Disney princesses” I said back. “Yeah. You see, sirens can read minds. They see what you want most and then they can kinda, like, cloak themselves. You know, like an illusion.” “So, it could all be the same chick? Morphing into, uh, to different dream girls?” “Yeah, actually. Probably. Sirens are usually pretty solitary.” “So, uh how do we kill it?” I ask. “Bobby's working on it. Even if we figure that out…” “How the hell are we gunna find it? It could be anybody.”
Dean and I were waiting in the motel room for Sam getting info on the new guy and looks like he left his phone. Dean picks it up. “Dean, come on, maybe we should ask him.” “Y/n with everything that has been going on this past year do you think he would tell the truth.” He doesn’t let me answer and dials the number anyway and puts the phone on speaker. “Hey, Sam.....Sam?... You there...?” Guess who was on the other line my best friend Ruby. We both look at each other in disbelief and he quickly hangs up the phone as Sam comes back in. “Lenny Bristol was definitely another siren vic.” He said walking in the room. “You get in to see him?” Dean asked him, sounding like he was trying not to punch him. “Yep. He brought home a stripper named Belle. Couple hours later he offed his mother. Belle, of course, went MIA.” “Wait, he killed his mom?” “The woman he was closest too.” Then Sams phone rang. “Yeah, you, uh, forgot your cell phone.” I said handing it to him. He gave me weird look. “Hey Bobby.” “Ahhh, no. And, uh, it doesn't seem like she's slowing down any. You got anything?”
“Hold on a sec, I'll put you on speaker.” He puts the phone on the table for all of us to hear. "It says you need "a bronze dagger, covered in the blood of a sailor, under the spell of the song". “What the hell does that mean?” I ask. “You got me. We're dealing with 3000 years of the telephone game here.” “Best guess?” “Well, the siren's spell ain't got nothing to do with any song. It's most likely some kind of toxin or venom. Something she gets in the vic's blood.” “And makes them go all Manchurian Candidate. Uh, what do you think, she infects the men during sex?” I asked. “Maybe.” “Supernatural STD.” “Well, however it happens, once it's done the siren's gotta watch her back. She gets a dose of her own medicine…” “It will kill her.” I said finishing Bobby’s sentence. “Like a snake getting iced by its own venom.” “So, we just gotta find a way to juice one of the OJs in jail?” Dean said thinking it was going to be that easy. “Not that easy. None of those guys are under the spell anymore. Haven't got a clue where you're going to get the blood you need.” Sam looked like he was thinking. “I think I might have an idea.” He said talking about the blood if we could see it and maybe he could see the doctor again. “Be careful. These things are tricky bitches. Wrap you up in knots before you know what hit ya.” We left ready to go to the hospital and me wanting to talk to Sam about Ruby before Dean would blow up about it.
“Dr. Roberts.” Sam said to Cara. “Agent Stiles. Can't stay away, huh?” Yup they are definitely feeling each other out. “Actually, uh, we're here on business. About the blood samples. The ones with the high...you know...oxytocin?” “Do you still have them?” I ask. “Mm-hmm.” “Good, we need them.” Dean replied a little rude there. “What for?” She asked. I was about to answer when this handsome man walked up to us in a suit and tie. “Excuse me, Dr. Roberts?” “Yeah?” “Excuse me, uh, we're a little busy here, buddy.” Dean said, pulling out his FBI badge and then so did the man. “Yeah, so am I, pal.” Oh, shit it was a real agent and a cute one at that. “Doc, can you give us a sec, please?” Sam said to Cara. “Sure.” She said backing away. “What's your name?” Dean asked very rudely you know if you're going to fake being an FBI agent you should probably not be a dick to a real one.
“Nick Munroe. What's yours?” I answered before they started to pull out to measure. “I am special agent Y/n Ross, and these are my partners Sam Stiles, Dean Murdoch.” “Y/n that's a pretty name.” Damn it am I blushing I think I’m blushing. “Thanks, I like yours too” What is going on with me? “What office are you from?” Sam stepped in. “Omaha, Violent Crimes Unit. My SAC sent me down here to see about the murders.” “You?” He asked and felt like he was looking at me when he said it. I felt like I was in middle school again.”D.C. Our Assistant Director assigned us.” Dean answered. “Oh, which AD?” “Mike Kaiser.” “What are your badge numbers?” He asked. “You're kidding, right?” “Dean he's just doing his job here you can call our AD and we can sort this out maybe we can even work together.” I said the words before I could even register them. No, I don't want Nick to be around us to find out that we’re not real FBI agents, but I can't stop talking.
I handed him the card and he took it out of my hand, but he also grabbed it slowly and I got pulled a little with it. He went over to the corner to call our “AD” aka Bobby cooking. While they both turned to me. “Y/n are you serious right now?” Sam said to me. I get upset at that. “What you Dean are the only ones allowed to date. Is it because he's a real agent and that he's threatening your power.” I said to them, and they were both shocked I was a little too. “No of course not-” “Good then he can help us and don't worry I won't let him really know what's really going on I'm not Dean of how he bangs a girl for a couple months and then tells the family secret to.” I finished referring to Cassie from a couple years ago who Dean really did love. I knew that was a bitch thing to say but for some reason I didn't really care at that moment. “Y/n -” “I'm sorry, guys.” Nick said, walking back to us. “That's okay Nick you were just doing your job.” I said, smiling softly. As my brothers stood there both were wondering what was going with their sister. “Where are you at with this?” He asked us.
“Where are you at with this?” Dean asked trying to suss out how much Nick really knew. “Well, I was just about to run the, uh, perps' bloodwork.” I jumped again at the opportunity to talk to him. “We we’re too great minds think alike huh? But it turns out to be a dead end sadly.” “Oh yeah? But get this. I feel like I found something that, uh, connects all the murderers.” “Oh my gosh, that is so smart Nick.” “Thank you Y/n. Get this they were all banging strippers.... from the same club.” “You don't say!” Dean said with a sarcastic undertone. “What do you say we, uh, go down there and check it out?” “YES, I mean yes we definitely should investigate.” I said getting closer to him. “Well, here's the thing, Nick. See, we're kinda lone wolves…” Dean starts to say but Sam stops him. “You know what, that sounds like an excellent idea. Just... just give me a second with my partner and we'll, uh...one sec. Come here.” Sam brings Dean over to the corner. While Nick and I talk.
“Dude, you gotta stay with him.” Dean did not want to do that. “What?” “Keep him outta the way. Also, to keep an eye on Y/n there is something wrong with her.” They both look to Nick and I giggling up a storm and as I kept on touching Nick on the shoulder which if I do like guy, I don't do that. “Yeah, okay what are you going to do?” “I'm gonna do the blood samples.” “What the hell am I supposed to do with him?” “Just take him to the strip club...keep an eye out for the siren. Come on, Dean, just... just focus on the naked girls. You'll forget he's even there! And try to keep Y/n away from him.” Dean thought if I can as he looked over to me just staring at Nick like he was the messiah.
Dean, Nick and I were back at the strip club and the two men currently are going off on each other of music knowledge. “Nobody's Fault But Mine.” Dean questioned. “Zeppelin recorded it in '75. It was a cover of a Blind Willie Johnson tune.” “Good job Nick” I winked at him and grabbed his hand a bit. “You Shook Me.” Nick questioned back and I answered this one. “'69, debut album, written by Willie Dixon and J.B. Lenoir.” “Nice Y/n, pretty and brains your boyfriend is a lucky man.” He said, staring at me. “Well maybe lucky for you I don't have one.” I said getting closer. Dean saw us getting closer and realized he was dropping the ball on watching me. “You know dude, for a fed you're not a totally dick.” Dean said stopping Nick and I. Nick was confused. "Aren't all of us feds?” He asked.
The three of us were walking to the car and Nick saw the car. “All right, we're taking my ride, no complaining about the tunes.” Dean said. “No way. You drive an Impala?” I knew Nick was a cool guy and it looks like Dean is about to find out too. “It's a '67, right? It's a 327 four barrel.” wow spot on. “Yeah, actually.” Dean said confirming it surprised that Nick knew about it. “It's a thing of beauty.” When he said that he also looked at me and winked. “How the hell did you talk the Bureau into letting you drive your own wheels? “Maybe because we're fake. But Nick doesn't need to know that.
“Yeah, I know, I just...you know, not a lot of feds are as cool as us, huh?” Smooth Dean smooth. “So, what the hell with this case, man? How does a girl talk four different johns into murder?” Nick asked Dean and not really me. “It's a crazy world.” “I guess. Hey, can I level with you?” He asked. “I found something kinda weird.” “Well. You have bought your weird to the right spot. Lay it on me.” “I went to the crime scene this morning. Saw them bagging this up.” He showed us this evidence bag with flower petals in it. “So, I went back, uh, through all the files. It turns out a flower just like that was found at every crime scene.” It looked familiar. “Like it was left on purpose?” Dean questioned. “You know, sometimes a serial killer will leave an object behind, like a calling card. But with this case? Tell you the truth, I got no idea what's going on.” “I think I might. I've seen a flower like this before.” He said getting up to go into Cara, but I didn't care all I cared about was Nick at that moment.
“Why don't we get out of here.” Nick said, standing up holding out his hand for me to take. We ended up in this little cafe and we talked fully for those two hours, and he seemed really into the same things I like. He started to lean closer and closer and was looking at my lips, but my nerves got in the way. “Uh sorry Nick I will be right back.” As I walked to the restroom, I did not see his expression change from a smile to an annoyed one. I walked to the restroom and locked it and went to the mirror. “You got this y/n you are amazing.”
“Y/n? Let's go” “You got this it's just research and plus Nick might need help right Nick?” “Most definitely I could use the help.” I giggled at him again. Dean didn't have time to deal with this.”Alright you know what Y/n meet us at the room in two hours okay.” “Okay” I answered not even looking at him.
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As I finished my sentence, I saw something I was not expecting. “Cas?’” I turned around to say something instead he came up close and suddenly I was in a random field. “CAS WHAT THE HELL?” I yelled at him. He didn't say anything as he came close and touched my forehead and it was like a fog had lifted. “Oh my gosh what happened to me?” He replied. “You were under a pre love spell.” He said so casually. “A pre-love spell, what does that even mean?” “It means the siren that you were so close to almost had you completely under his control.” “Nick?” I asked and he nodded his head. “That scaly Motherfucker.” “Wait, how did you know?” I asked him. “Were you following me?” “I was” “Why?” “I sensed you were in trouble.” I couldn't even figure that out because I was covered in that love fog. “Thanks, you really are a guardian angel.” “I was just doing my job.”
“Yeah, Cas for a job that's pretty amazing. I guess I'm pretty lucky to have an angel as a friend.” I said finishing and smiling. “Friend?” “Well to me you are, you keep saving me and listening to me that's what friends do Cas.” “Right friends” He said and looked happy? “The siren! I have to worn Sam and Dean.” “Send me back.” He hesitated not wanting to send me back to danger, but he knew I would get there one way or another. He came up to me and before holding up his fingers and said, “Just be careful” That made me happy that he cared to tell me that. “Don't worry I always am.” He then put his fingers back on my forehead and I was back at the motel.
I went straight to our room calling Dean and then Sam because they were not answering. “Dean, pick up your damn phone, the siren is Nick! Be careful.” I walked in the room and as soon as the door closed, I had a pair of arms run into me. “Daaa!” I was struggling to see you had me pinned then I saw Nick walk in front of me. “Y/n where did you go? We were about to get to the fun part of our date.” I looked to the side and just saw Sam standing there. “Sam! Help!” Nick laughs at me. “Ohh Y/n your brothers won't lift a finger unless I tell them to” I then looked behind me and it was Dean who was holding me back. “So, you just come in and home wreck everyone into murdering their loved ones.” “I give those guys what they want. I just lift the blind and give them permission to do what they always wanted to do. And I got what I wanted, your brothers.” “Sam why don't you give your sister a nice punch not on the face though I don't want it too damaged.” Sam walked in front of me and punched me in the stomach as Dean held me.
“Uhhh” I wanted to fall from the impact, but I couldn't. “Your brothers are mine Y/n” “You poisoned them.” “No Y/n I gave them what they wanted as it looks different for each person. What you want no crave is love. I mean I have never seen a person fall harder for me. You must not never have been in love don't worry you will be in a minute. Dean hold her up right and Sam hold her mouth open.” They did without being told twice. I try to fight it but it's impossible because of how strong my brothers were put together. Nick opens his mouth wide and squirts his toxin in mine. I am let go and drop to the ground. “Now why don't we get back to that kiss sweetheart.” Nick said getting closer as I punched him right in his kisser. “You can take that kiss and shove it up your ass sweetheart.” He goes to touch his face and finds blood.
“Okay bitch how did you do that you not human or something?” “As far as I'm concerned One hundred percent.” “Ha okay that was some good entertainment thanks. Boys, why don't you kill her and then you two will fight to the death and whoever wins gets to be with me forever.” Wait what? Oh shit. They start to circle me. “Little Y/n/n the bane of our existence. I mean Sam and I have always had to hold your hand through everything. It's pathetic right Sammy.” “Yeah, Dean I mean we would have such a better life if she wasn't here.” “Then let's take care of her.” Dean said running at me. I dodge it good thing they taught me to fight men two times their size. Somehow, I got knocked out by one of them. “Y/n Y/n!!!” I was being shaken awake. It was Bobby. I was confused. “Bobby what happened?” I said and standing behind Bobby were my two brothers looking Sad.
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It was the next day, and no one was really talking. Bobby came from his car handing us sodas as in telling us he was happy that we were okay well physically. “Thanks, Bobby. You know, if you hadn't shown up when you did…” Sam said not wanting to finish his sentence. “Done the same for me, more than once. Course, you coulda picked up the phone. Only took one call to figure out that Agent Nick Munroe wasn't real.” Yeah, not real neither was he liking me. “You guys gunna be, OK?” I didn't say anything. I was hurt not just from the fight. “Y/n?”
“Mmhh of course always am.” I was lying to myself, and everyone knew it. “See ya. You know, those sirens are nasty things. That it got to you, that's no reason to feel bad.” He got in his car and drove away wishing I was with him. “You gunna say goodbye to Cara?” Dean asked Sam apparently, they had got into a different type of research. “What's the point?” “Well, look at you. Love 'em and leave 'em.” “Y/n, look, you know we didn't mean the things we said back there, right? That it was just the siren's spell talking?” “Yeah, me too.” It was more silence like we knew we were all lying. “'Kay. So... so we're all good?” Sam said, looking at both of us because he and Dean had their own nasty fight. “Yeah, we're good.” Another lie.
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That was it, I hoped you liked it! Wow this chapter was a lot more intense than my others and we didn't get much Cas because I thought it should be a more sibling relationship chapter, but I still got a scene of him caring and maybe a little jealous because CAS. The name I used for the fake agent's name was ode to Diana Ross like how Sam and Dean do classic singers all the time. I'm trying to progress Y/n’s and Cas’s relationship not too fast and not too slow so hopefully I'm dealing with that okay. I'm so excited we are just getting closer and closer to the season finale which is crazy. As always thank you for reading and the likes. If anyone wants to be added to the tag list, just ask nicely in the commits.
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Question: Other than each other, who were your favorite actor or actress in the show to play against, that gave you a lot to work with when you were performing?
Jared: I feel, I mean there are some obvious answers, but I feel like one of the people who gave the most did it in a weird way, because he gave so little - Misha Collins? [Jensen chuckles] I'm teasing, I'm teasing, we all know I love Misha and Cass. But for the, like, two days a month he was on set? It was like, is he sleep talking or - sleep walking? [Jared laughs] Kidding. Honestly Cass. Speaking I'll just start this off - I loved Sully, and I saw a Sully earlier, I feel like Sully was almost, Sully was to Sam like Cass was to Dean. Like it was stuff they shared with a confidant that they never would have shared with each other because they wanted to keep secrets that we did often, if y'all don't - eurgh! You got to see a different side of Dean with Cass, you got to see a different side of Sam with Sully. I really enjoyed working with the Marks, not only Mark Pellegrino but [makes heavy breathing Maaaark noise] Sheppard. So again, seeing different sides and exploring fear, was - fun. Maybe I'm a masochist?
Jensen: Yeah, there's a lot of characters, a lot of actors, that were really fun to work with. I'll just name a couple off the top of my head. A young lady by the name of Ruth Connell, you know she came every day - she was one of those actresses that would show up on set and it would just elevate everybody's performance level. [Jared nods] And it was just so fun to a) watch her work, but then also be in a scene with her. Another one was Lisa Berry. [Jared nods] She just - and the funny thing about Lisa is, she's actually a big fan of the show. So the cameras were rolling and she's like, 'Ah, this is so cool! I haven't read ahead so don't tell me anything, I wanna wait for it to come out.' And then they'd be like 'Action!' and she'd be like [exaggerated serious voice] 'Dean.' I'd be like, 'Woah, what happened?' She's so good and just, again, so fun to work with.
Jared: Same thing happened - do you remember, I don't remember this gentleman's name, but the Yellow Fever scene with the snake? Remember the guy, we're in his house and he has the snake that crawls over your shoulder? [Jensen nods] He was also a giant fan -
Jensen: Oh, yeah, how could I forget?
Jared: Yes.
Jensen: Because when the snake started to crawl over my shoulder, my dear friend [points at Jared who walks off] got up and left the room! And all I heard was [gets up and walks off] 'Nope nope nope nope nope nope!'
Jared: They had to, like, zoom in on you.
Jensen: Me, I couldn't move because I had a 190lb snake on my shoulder. Yeah, that's how much it weighed.
Jared: But he also -
Jensen: It was a 200lb snake.
Jared: Yeah, that's enormous. But the actor who [finger quotes] owned that house in the show was like, 'Hey, I've only read this scene, so don't tell me what's going on the rest of the show, I just want to see it when it comes out.' We're like, 'Oh cool!' And it was like, 'Action!' and he'd do his part. Yeah, we've had a bunch. What about you [to fan], who did you like seeing other than the normal cast of characters?
Question: I really liked all of the interactions between Dean and Charlie, I thought they were really awesome.
Jared: Yeah, and Felicia - a lot of y'all have met her - so rad. What a lovely human. Thank you so much.
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CHARLIE! For the band/artist asks, I have a mixture of randoms -
Lady Gaga | Evanescence | Black Eyed Peas | Florence + The Machine 😊<- @itbmojojoejo 😊
Mojo! @itbmojojoejo Thank you for indulging my ask. I see you love music and so do I! Let's dive in.
I came late to Lady Gaga. Probably really only paid attention after I saw a cover band do Poker Face (well after it's heyday) at a college bar in my hometown. But I think she has an amazing voice and I began to appreciate all the personas and sounds she moved through. Last year I got stuck on one song for a series I was writing and so, yeah, it has to be Bloody Mary.
Evanescence is a band I never really gravitated towards so I have to go with the only song I know of theirs.
Black Eyed Peas again I mostly know through radio hits. I did see them live at a music festival in Seattle once, and ran into them on the way between stages. I'm oblivious, so it took me a moment to figure out what was going on and they seemed to be on their way to somewhere important, so nothing more than a "hey whats up". But I still smile when I think about it. (I have an elevator run in with Misha Collins on my celeb sighting list thanks to my obliviousness too!) Anyway, Let's Get It Started
Finally, Florence + The Machine I also mostly know from radio hits. I love her voice and their style, I just never find myself sitting down with a full album. I should probably spend some time doing that. For now, it's Hurricane Drunk. And I'm not even sure that's a hit but it's on a Spotify playlist of mine and I do love it.
Thanks again, Mojo! I love talking about music and finding new artists or songs. Hope you're having a great day!
Wanna keep me company this weekend? Send me a band or artist and I'll tell you my favorite song.
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the really reallly cool thing about supernatueal is that nobody is doing it like. that. and that is most definitely Not saying spn does it 1) normally 2) well. but it sure is something is it not? It always boggles me when people are like welll how can we ever really know bc obv cishet is humanitys default right and he never stated his sexuality on screen deadpan eyes lovingly looking into the camera and then he said his pronouns and frenched dean on the floor <- I dont need to know this because my best friend mortal enemy misha collins told ME personally while he was rooting in my ear canal that hey, cas is gay and his gay love saved the world (via gay declaration) and he also has a vagina, isnt that awesome? And i go well thanks misha can you get out of there though buddy. I dont remember the point of this post.
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Nightingale
Chapter Fourteen - The Reckoning
Summary: Jensen Ackles seemed to have it all. A hit television series fifteen years running, a budding music career and a stunning wife. To the casual observer, his life was perfect. But it was a façade. No more real than the supernatural world created on a soundstage.
That day on the lake had started with uncertainty, but when he pulled you from the water everything became clear. The truth was, he’d been the one drowning.
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen x Reader, Jensen x You
Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Misha Collins, Reader
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Hospitals, Drowning, Fluff, Angst, Smut, unprotected sex
Chapter Fourteen: The Reckoning
Word Count: 6072
Author’s Notes: This is a complete work of fiction about a real life person. The circumstances are totally made up and are in no way a commentary on the fantastic Jensen Ackles or his family.
This is also a unique reader insert story as I have given the reader a physical description including hair color, eye color and body type. Hopefully you can still lose yourself in the utter fantasy where Jensen is the hero and you are ripe for rescuing!
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Jensen followed the smell of freshly brewed coffee to the kitchen. When he woke alone, he had that brief moment of panic that last night was just a dream. But there you were. Bare footed, wearing his button down from last night, humming as you iced hot cinnamon rolls. You licked white frosting from your thumb while spreading your knife with the other hand. Delightfully unaware that you were being admired from the kitchen doorway. It was a charmingly domestic scene that Jensen didn’t think he’d ever witness again.
You were lost in your own thoughts when two thick arms came around your waist. A very warm, solid, familiar form molded to you from behind. Jensen’s breath tickled your ear as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
The hot kiss he pressed to the junction of your neck and shoulder had you humming happily. “Well, good morning.”
“Very good morning.” He grinned as you turned in his grasp to face him. Your arms wound around his neck and your lips found his.
You nipped playfully at his bottom lip, “Are you hungry?”
“You offering breakfast or round two?” You swatted his backside and slid out of his grasp. “I mean, I’m down for either! Or both… hopefully both…”
You handed him a large mug of black coffee and instructed him to sit while you plated up the cinnamon rolls. You had to smile at the surprised look that crossed his face when he tasted them.
“Wow, these are actually edible.”
You narrowed your eyes over the rim of your cup, “I’m not completely inept in the kitchen.”
“I have three scorched saucepans that would disagree,” Jensen leaned over and grabbed another roll. “Seriously, these are like blue ribbon at the county fair.”
“Alright, fine… they’re Maddy’s recipe. I was living on ramen and Captain Crunch when I first moved back here so she made a bunch of stuff and filled my freezer. All I had to do was follow the instructions”
His smile faded a bit at the mention of the days right after your breakup. “I’ll have to thank her the next time I see her. Although, I think she’d rather spit in my face.”
“She wouldn’t do that. Not if the kids are with her,” You reached over to toy with his fingers, “Besides, Chrissy still likes you.”
“I’m pretty sure he’s just using me for my Nintendo.”
“Not anymore, he got one for Christmas.”
“Now I really am screwed!”
The two of you laughed softly before falling into an awkward silence. You kept the contact of his fingers in yours, hoping that he knew you weren’t angry with him. The guilt was coming off him in waves. There was so much unresolved between you. It was ignored easily enough in the night, but it loomed large in the unforgiving light of day.
“Hey.” You squeezed his fingers, prompting him to look at you, “I love you.”
He let out the breath he’d been holding, “I love you too.”
“Good.” You nodded; it was a start. “Now what?”
Jensen chuckled, “I have no idea. Go home?”
When your expression fell, he panicked. “Sweetheart, it’s your call. Whatever you want, I’ll do anything…”
You put your hand to his lips, stopping his rambling with a sad smile. He was worried. Afraid, and God did you understand that.
“I love you.” You said it again, just to make sure he never doubted it. “But Jay, we can’t go back to the way things were.”
“Because you don’t want to?”
“Because it didn’t last. You know when Clif showed you those files…”
Jensen cut you off, “I meant it when I said I don’t care about the files. Or the articles or any of it.”
“I know, and I believe you. I do, but you also kept it from me.” You hated yourself for pointing it out, but knew you had to. “You sat on those files for a week and said nothing.”
“I didn’t want to scare you. God knows, it scared me! All those names… baby, you must have been running from something. Something bad. And if you can’t remember it, how in the hell am I supposed to protect you from it?”
“You can’t.”
It was the truth, but that didn’t make it wany easier to say. “There are a million things that could happen. To me or to you. The only way we’re going to get through any of it is together.”
“You’ve been protecting me since you pulled me out of that lake. You’re a hero. You’re my hero. But I am okay now, Jensen… I’m better. I’m healed.”
He trailed a finger down your cheek, tracing where that bruise had been, “You don’t have your memories back.”
“I don’t think I ever will,” you said with a small shrug. “It’s been seven months, I’m back in my old job and apartment. If they haven’t come back by now, they likely won’t. And you’re right, I was probably running. I wish I knew why. But my face was all over the media with that TMZ story, if something was coming… wouldn’t it have showed up by now?”
“You make good points.”
“I’ve had a long time to think about it. I don’t want to pretend none of this happened. I don’t want to build a life on a faulty foundation. I want to work through it, so we can come out stronger on the other side.”
He took both of your hands in his. Your strong, skilled doctor’s hands. The hands that had soothed his brow when he was sick and held him when he was grieving. They fit with his, just as they always had.
“You want to build a life with me? Even still?”
Your eyes softened, “When I told you to stay, I didn’t mean just for the night.”
“So, you don’t want to move back in with me now. But… someday?” he asked hopefully.
“Someday. But for now, let’s date.”
“Date?”
“Yeah, you know… like normal people!” You tilted your head to the side playfully, “Unless you’re already taken.”
Jensen gave you a thoughtful look, then tugged you over to sit on his lap, “Well, there is this girl I’ve got my eye on.”
“Oh?”
“Yup. She’s this hot shot doctor with legs for days.”
You slung your arms around his neck, “Huh.”
“She’s super smart too… and funny. Eyes like Bluebonnets, maybe you’re seen her?”
“You’re going to have to be more specific.”
“Oh? Well, she does this swirly thing with her tongue on my….”
“Shut up,” you grinned, swallowing the rest of his words with a kiss.
Three months later an unusually warm spring came to Vancouver. Snow disappeared, trees burst with fresh leaves and the grass greened up almost overnight. The night at the Green Room was a distant memory to you now as you and Jensen resumed your relationship. There was lots of work to be done, but you were both committed to the task. In the end, you only stayed at your apartment during long stints at the hospital. But it worked to help the two of you keep a balance as you rebuilt the trust that had been damaged.
Jensen still didn’t agree with you about leaving your murky past in the past, but he did agree to let it present itself in its own time. The mystery of how your private information got leaked to the press, was another matter. It took surprisingly little digging to discover the source.
“Wait… who?”
“You remember that little red head that worked the desk down in the health club?”
You furrowed your brow in concentration, “No.”
“Do you remember the time you lost your phone in the changing room? Someone turned it in at the desk a few hours later?”
“Oh,” your eyes widened, “Oh yeah! She said it was found in the elevator.”
“Her little brother interns at TMZ, I guess he got quite the promotion for that story.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?!”
“I wish. Anyway, it was a clear privacy violation, not to mention staff policy so they let her go this morning.”
“All this from losing my phone for an afternoon,” you shook your head, “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I should have believed you that night, regardless of what that article said. I knew better. It happens a lot in this industry, I should have thought of that.”
You shook your head again, this time brushing a kiss over his lips. “No more ‘I’m sorry’s’ huh? We both know where we stand now. All’s forgiven, we’re good. Right?”
“Right.”
There was power in forgiveness. Perhaps even more than love. So often love is unconscious. It exists as an outside force that we are subject to, like the wind, or gravity. It crops up out of nowhere and leaves us reeling. Forgiveness may stem from love, but it’s not a whim. It’s a choice. You and Jensen chose each other and that was a foundation you could build on.
“Doctor Baines, report to the E.R. stat. Doctor Baines, to the E.R. stat.”
You had just finished changing into your regular clothes when you heard the page over the intercom. You threw your lab coat back on over your t-shirt and ran back to the emergency room. It was a two car collision between a family of four and a drunk driver. The staff immediately shifted into triage mode as you barked orders. Emotions shut off and training took over.
It was a God awful, bloody mess.
An hour later, it was over. Ending just as you knew it would the minute you saw them. Only one survivor, the girl. Everyone else succumbed to their injuries, including the fucking drunk driver. Your staff performed like the heroes they were, you couldn’t have been more proud. You took on the task of telling the families. It was your job and if you could spare your co-workers any additional trauma, you were damn well going to.
God! The look on the grandfather’s face would haunt you forever! And he still thanked you. He fucking thanked you for saving the girl, even though his family was utterly shattered!
You managed to hold yourself with professional poise and condolences until you were down the hall. Then your stomach constricted, and you bolted into the ladies’ room just in time to lose your lunch in the first stall. You didn’t know how long you sat there, your heart thundering in your ears and your head throbbing with every beat. After a time, you heard the bathroom door open.
“You okay, kid?”
McMillan. “Aces.”
Tony leaned his hip on the counter as he looked down at you still on the tiled floor. “You did everything right.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“That girl is going to make it because of you.”
“Yeah, and when she finds out the rest of her family didn’t, I’m sure she’ll send me a fucking fruit basket.”
Tony watched you angrily launch yourself up and over to the sink to splash water on your face. “We can’t save everyone Gabs, you know that. It comes with the territory.”
“Well, the territory sucks.”
“Some days, yeah. Other days, we save lives, and those days outweigh the bad ones. Even when we fail a million times, it’s worth it for the one time we don’t.”
You scoffed, drying your face with a paper towel, “Where’d you come up with that? Pre-Med or the inside of a Snapple cap?”
He tilted his head, “From you. The day I interviewed you, hired you on the spot.”
“I wish I remembered,” you said, tossing the paper in the bin.
“I do too. I’m giving you three days leave.”
“Tony…”
“This isn’t a disciplinary action, nor a request.” He gave your shoulder a fatherly squeeze. “This is preventative mental care. I’m not going to let you spiral down again. Take a few days and take care of yourself so you can come back and kick ass.”
“Are you sure they don’t mind us dropping in on them? Maybe they want to spend some family time together.” You said, quietly looking out the window at the passing landscape.
“Gen practically begged me, Jared too. Three kids are a lot even for the two of them, and at least with you and me there we’ll outnumber the little rug rats.” Jensen reached over the adjusted the air-conditioned controls. “Besides, you and I didn’t get a chance to swim the last time we were up here.”
“That’s because it was snowing.”
“Still,” he took your hand in his and squeezed. “Still.”
You both fell silent for the rest of the car ride. You knew he was worried about you. Again. He came home to find you still up after that horrible shift. Sitting in the dark, your knees drawn up to your chest. You told him everything. How you felt like a failure for not being able to pull yourself together. You were supposed to be a professional. You’d lost patients before, but this hit you hard. And you couldn’t keep your mind from thinking about the dreams you used to have of those girls. You hadn’t had one in a very long time. Maybe you’d failed them too. Maybe that was why they were back, haunting you.
Jensen was quick to suggest a trip to the cabin. He might not be able to give you answers, but he could help with the stress. The Padaleckis were in town to spend a few days at their cabin, take advantage of the warm weather and down time before the final filming push. He wasn’t kidding about Gen; she loved the idea of having another woman around. And he loved those kids as if they were his own niece and nephews. Plus, kids are great at pulling you into the present, they certainly did when he was going through his divorce.
Gen greeted you both as you pulled up, “Hey! It’s the cavalry!”
You climbed out of the car and into a tight hug. Gen was surprisingly strong for a woman of her stature. “I don’t know about that, but we did bring graham crackers.”
“Thank God! Smores at the cabin is a Padalecki family tradition, if we don’t have all the ingredients, things get ugly.”
“The little one gets vicious,” Jensen said as he pulled your suitcases out of the trunk. “Last time I saw her, she held my gummy bears hostage until I put Harry Potter on.”
Gen wrapped an arm around you, leading you into the house, “Dot’s a master negotiator, we’re thinking future lawyer, or defense against the dark arts teacher.”
You felt off. You couldn’t really explain it, but ever since your last shift at the hospital things felt disjointed. Your perception was off, and it made you unusually clumsy. You bumped into tables, stubbed your toe, smacked your elbow on the dresser. And your head was killing you. It made you wonder if this was what you’d been experiencing the day you had your panic attack. The day that prompted McMillan to put you on leave the first time. You did your best to put it out of your mind. So, you changed into your swimsuit, took a couple of aspirin, and headed out to meet everyone by the pool.
Jensen was already in the water, playing Marco Polo with the kids while Jared was climbing out of the deep end to towel off. Gen was walking towards the grill with a plater of burgers and kabobs. It was a classic summer scene. Bright sunlight, blue skies reflected in the shimmering pool water. Peals of children’s laughter mixed with splashes of water and music coming from the sound system. It was fun, joyful, and familiar.
You didn’t realize Jared had come up beside you until his hand was on your shoulder, “Y/N? You, okay?”
You blinked dumbly up at him. His long hair slicked back with pool water; brows raised with concern.
“You wore those trunks that day on the lake.”
His eyes widened. He’d never seen you when one of your memories surfaced. You went a bit pale, and he panicked, ushering you to a lounge chair. “Here, sit… sit. Jensen!”
“I’m alright,” you insisted, shutting your eyes as you sat down. With a bit of focus, you got the full image to click in your mind.
When you opened your eyes, you found both men kneeling in front of you. Gen was wrangling the kids by the poolside. Your head felt light for a moment and then cleared.
Jensen was rubbing his thumb gently at your temple, “Hey, there she is.”
“That boat was too big for you.” You voice sounded far away and detached to your ears.
“Boat?” asked Jared.
“The sailboat,” you clarified, your voice getting stronger. “The one you had that day on the lake. A rig that size is too big for two people to handle.”
“You remember the day at the lake?” Jensen smiled; it was always so exciting when you got a piece of the forgotten back.
“A little.” You looked up at Jared with a shrug, “You wore those same swim trunks on the boat.”
Jensen smirked, “Yeah, he thinks they’re lucky. What else do you remember?”
“You. Blue trunks and sunglasses.” You brough a hand to your forehead. “It was a really nice day.”
“Headache?” He guessed. When you nodded, he patted your knee. “Maybe no swimming today, huh?”
You resigned yourself to Jensen’s sound judgement. Gen joined for you for a while with a stack of fashion magazines and a pitcher of lemonade. You soaked up the sun while the boys occupied the kids and took turns pretending to be sea monsters and mermaids respectively. It was a lovely afternoon, and you did your best to relax. Despite your best efforts, tension coiled in the pit of your stomach. Nothing you did seemed to shake it.
“Is it usually like this when she gets a memory back?” Jared asked as pulled a beer out of the fridge.
“Yeah, for the most part,” Jensen glanced out the window at you stretching in the lounger. “The headaches are a bitch, though. Sleep usually helps.”
“Its gotta be frustrating, trying so hard to remember something and getting nothing, then it hits you when you aren’t expecting it.”
“And then she only gets a picture of you in your ugly ass lucky shorts.”
“These shorts are lucky; I was wearing them that time I found your missing car keys?” Jared handed Jensen a beer, “And your girlfriend.”
Jensen clinked his bottle against Jared’s, “Those shorts aren’t just lucky, they’re divine.”
Gen had asked you to watch the kids while she went inside to change and grab some fresh towels. They had abandoned the water for a snack break in the cabana. Shep and Odette chattered and bickered away while Tom flipped on the television. They really were adorable kids. Each of them perfect little versions of their parents.
Odette called you over, her little voice insistent, “Y/N! Come look at the pretty lady!”
You tied your sarong around your hips and crossed the patio to the swatch of grass where the striped awning was set up. “Pretty lady?”
Tom pointed excitedly at the t.v. “Dottie’s right! She looks just like you!”
Your eyes locked onto the screen, and you felt the air leave your lungs. Your own face stared back at you, and something unlocked deep within your mind. Everything flooded back to you in an instant, but you had no time to ponder it. The force of it left you reeling, your vison swam, and you had the vague sensation of falling just before everything went dark.
Jared frowned when he heard yelling from outside. His eyes went wide as he glanced out the kitchen window, “Oh shit!”
Jensen was right behind him, sprinting across the deck towards the screaming children. You were collapsed in the grass, and he had a sick feeling just like the day he pulled you from the water. He dropped to his knees beside you, gingerly turning you over.
“No, no, no, no… Y/N?! Baby?!”
You were deathly pale and your features scrunched up with a groan. You didn’t open your eyes, but it was still the sweetest sound Jensen had ever heard. “Sweetheart?”
Jared had a wailing Odette in his arms while his boys were both talking at once, trying to explain what had happened.
Jensen tapped your cheeks gently with the back of his fingers, “Come on Y/N, open those baby blues for me.”
“No,” you managed to moan, the world felt like it was spinning on an unsteady axis. Your stomach lurched and your head pounded like you’d been on a three-day bender.
“Sure, you can, come on.”
Gen was there just over Jensen’s shoulder, “What happened? Do we need to call an ambulance?”
“Dizzy,” you groaned, turning your head away. “Dizzy.”
Jensen frowned as he ran a hand over your forehead and found it clammy. “Okay, okay. Let’s go inside. Get out of the sun, huh?”
He scooped up your limp body, shushing you when you whimpered softly, “Shh, I’ve got you, I’m right here.”
Your head lolled aimlessly against his shoulder as he hurried into the house with you, while Gen rushed ahead to help with the door.
Jared knelt down to talk to his sons. Odette still clung to him; her little arms and legs wrapped tight around him. The boys had mostly calmed down, at least enough to get some answers.
“Okay guys, what happened? Were you rough housing, huh? Throwing the ball around?”
“No Dad! We were just watching t.v.” Shep said, his face still red from crying.
“Its okay if you were, no one’s in trouble. We just need to know so we can help Y/N.” He looked to his oldest, “Tom?”
Tom lifted his head to shake his shaggy hair out of his eyes, “I don’t know what happened. We were watching t.v., like Shep said. But then this lady came on and looked like Y/N. And when we showed her, she got real quiet and just fell. I don’t know why! Is she going to be okay?”
“Look, Daddy!” Odette pointed at the television. “Look! It’s the pretty lady!”
Jared turned to the t.v. and his mouth hung open. “What the hell?”
Jensen quietly closed the door to the guest room. He stayed with you until you settled into an uneasy sleep. You never opened your eyes again, but you mumbled plenty. Mostly nonsense, but he did catch one key phrase.
“Remember… I remember…”
He shoved down his own instinct to press for answers and instructed you to rest, knowing it was for the best. He was still lost in his own thoughts when he found Jared in the kitchen. He was in front of his laptop while Gen was ushering the kids down the hall to wash the chlorine out of their hair.
Jared’s head popped up, “Hey, how she doing?”
“She’s okay, sleeping it off.” Jensen blew out a breath as he plopped down on a barstool at the counter. “I should have brough her in earlier. Being dizzy before with the heat made a bad combination.”
“I don’t think it was just the heat.” Jared turned the laptop around, so the screen was visible. “Take a look at this.”
Y/N West came from humble beginnings. In the small farming community of Monroe, Iowa, she was a straight-A student. Captain of the swim team, and even tutored SAT prep courses during the summer. So, how did this All-American girl get drawn into the murky world of drug trafficking?
“This is unreal…” Jensen murmured, shaking his head in disbelief.
Jared gave him a sympathetic look, “I know, but it does explain the aliases and job changes. And then there’s this…”
He clicked on another link and opened a video clip. A young woman who could be your double was being interviewed. The clip was recent, maybe a month old. Her name appeared in the description, Francesca West-Robinson.
“Mrs. Robinson, what is your response to the recent photos of the woman dating the actor Jensen Ackles?”
“I think she’s my sister.”
“Your sister who was killed in a car crash seven years ago?” The reporter pressed.
Francesca raised her chin a notch, a movement that mimicked you. “It was her car in that crash, but the remains were difficult to identify.”
“Are you saying she faked her own death? To escape being persecuted for her crimes?”
“I’m saying my sister is alive. I’ve never doubted it, and now these pictures prove it. As for her alleged crimes, she would never, never deal drugs. Nor would she ever be a willing party to that sort of activity. Not ever.”
The blue eyes that mirrored yours went glassy with emotion. “My sister has a family who loves her and misses her. If you know her, if you’ve seen her… if you know anything, please. Just send her home.”
You didn’t sleep long and when you woke, you were whole again. Clear headed. Every missing piece was now back in place. You had your memory back in vivid detail. Now, would come the reckoning.
You changed into fresh clothes and paused to check your reflection in the mirror over the dresser. You could see yourself fully now. The hints of your childhood in the tiny, almost translucent scar in your hairline, in the remarkable eyes that came to you from your mother’s side. The shape of your cheekbones resembled your paternal grandmother, the one you were named for. You recalled the day you chopped off your long hair and headed to college in the big city, desperate to live up to the scholarship you worked so hard for.
All of it melded with the woman you’d become in recent months. In many ways, you weren’t so very different from who you’d always been. Certainly, the same protective instincts that motivated you then guided you still.
With a sigh, you opened the bedroom door and walked down the hallway, you paused just short of the kitchen. Your sister’s voice echoed from the small speakers, and you put a hand to your stomach to still the nerves fluttering there. It had been so long since you’d heard it and you were immediately aching for home.
Jensen and Jared were at the breakfast bar, huddled together, watching the laptop.
Your friends.
These were your friends. They were such good men! They took care of you and stood by you through so much. They opened their homes and their lives to you; they deserved an explanation at the very least.
“You must have questions.”
Their heads whipped up at your soft statement and Jensen came to your side. Ever the hero, his chief concern was for you.
“Hey, Sweetheart… are you alright?”
There was a subtle shift in your gaze, the underlying uncertainty had lifted. You looked confident in a way you never had before. It felt as if he were meeting you for the first time. A part of him felt oddly intimidated.
“I’m better.”
“You’ve got your memory back?”
“The good, the bad, and the ugly.” The corner of your mouth quirked. “Ask me anything.”
When Jensen hesitated, Jared jumped in. “Are you actually a doctor?”
“According to Harvard Medical, I am.”
“So, your name, your real name, is Doctor Y/N West?” Jared asked.
“Yeah.” Your smile was bittersweet, “God, that’s nice to hear. I haven’t been her in a very long time.”
“Because you faked your own death?” Jensen choked out. He ran a hand through his hair as he turned away, “Christ, I can’t believe I just said that.”
“Try living it.” You paused and titled your head thoughtfully, “Is that the right terminology, given the subject?”
Jensen spun around, warning flashing in his eyes.
“Sorry. Gallows humor.” You snapped your fingers, “Ha! Now see, that’s the right terminology!”
“You think this is funny?”
“I think its utterly absurd, but here we are. And I am sorry. I’m so sorry, this whole mess is my fault and now its spilled over into your life.”
“A mess,” Jensen echoed. “That’s one way to describe dealing drugs.”
You were incredulous but only for a moment before righteous indignation took over. “Doctor Y/N West, the drug dealer. Un-fucking-believable. You know, this is what happens when you don’t properly tend to your reputation. I thought that when I died, I would just die. Rest in peace, but no! I live on in misinformed episodes of Dateline.”
When you realized that both men were staring at you in confusion, you took a deep breath and started again.
“I am not a drug dealer, I’m an informant. I’m in witness protection.” The article was still pulled up on the laptop and a picture of your sister stared back at you. A ghost of your past come to hold you to the mark. You reached over and gently closed the screen.
“His name was Colin Garrett. He was the doctor in charge of the residency program at New York Presbyterian Hospital. It’s a super competitive program, when I got in it was like winning the lottery! I couldn’t believe it… and Colin was fantastic. I adored him.”
“You had a relationship with him?” Jensen asked.
“For nearly a year,” It still turned your stomach to think of what your poor judgement had cost you. “I thought he was everything I ever wanted. He was such a talent. Charming and funny, and he just seemed to know everything. He was so worldly. Older than me by quite a bit, but it didn’t seem to matter. Everything went so smoothly when he was around. First time I didn’t have to worry about everything. Hell, even Frankie liked him.”
“Frankie?” Jared repeated.
“Frankie is my sister, Francesca. Our parents were killed in a car accident when we were kids. We were in the back seat… she almost didn’t make it. It’s why I became a doctor. I wanted to do something to pay it forward. Make a difference like they did.”
“I think you succeeded there,” Jensen said, the soft light of admiration in his eyes.
“On good days, I get close. Anyway, I was with Colin for little over a year and everything was great. We didn’t really see each other much, but that was nothing new. I was up to my eyeballs finishing up my final year of med school and Colin traveled a lot for work.”
Jensen was confused, “Why would a doctor travel for work?”
“He was promoted to the board of directors.” You rolled your eyes at how naïve you’d been. “Don’t ask me how he managed it. It was classic Colin, he always seemed to magically have the right connections, it was just effortless. When he was promoted, he ended up doing mostly fundraising work. So, the hospital would send him everywhere to charm money out of millionaires. I didn’t figure it out until much later, but that was how he was able to run things for so long.”
“The drug ring was his,” Jared said quietly, “And you were testifying against him.”
“He was a middleman,” you explained. “Cog in a machine. Opioids is big business and Colin was the guy who tip off the mob on when and where shipments were being delivered. Since he was in contact with so many other hospitals with his new position, it was next to impossible to track him. Their operation was nationwide.”
“The mob,” Jensen repeated. “Where the hell is the FBI in all of this? If you are in witness protection, why haven’t they been looking for you? Where the hell have they been for the past nine months?”
“Its not like it is in the movies. The FBI is interested in mob activities only up to a point.” You shook your head as the image of the last time you saw Colin came to mind.
“Colin was out of town when the FBI raided our apartment. They arrested me on the spot, said they had enough to charge me as an accomplice. It was all part of their intimidation tactics which they didn’t need because once they told me what he’d been up to, I was happy to cooperate. I was working with them on setting up a sting when Colin turned up dead in the Hudson. Twenty-four hours later I was in Canada with a new identity.”
You hadn’t thought of that day in a long time. The day you died. It was as surreal now as it was then. You knew your little sister would never accept your death. The two of you had been close, you only had each other after your parents died. It killed you to think of her mourning you, but you still held out hope that one day you’d make it back to her. Make it up to her.
“Without Colin, the drug ring seemed to dry up. Everything just got quiet. They moved me around less and less, then just stopped all together. Its like every other type of job, I guess. The FBI agents want to do work that gets them noticed and gives them a leg up.”
“So, this case isn’t flashy enough for them?” Jared shook his head.
“If everything is back to normal, why not go back to your old life?” asked Jensen.
“I couldn’t risk it. That car crash Frankie was talking about… That was her. Not me. We look a lot alike; her car was in the shop, so she borrowed mine. Someone cut the brake line. She got pretty banged up but survived. The FBI saw it as an opportunity, said they couldn’t have planned it better.”
Your phone suddenly buzzed in your pocket. Pulling it out, you read the brief message. “My contact. They’ll be here in an hour.”
“You’re leaving.” Jensen breathed.
You couldn’t stop the tears from filling your eyes. You felt like you were leaving your little sister all over again. The second family you’d built around yourself was about to be blown apart and there was nothing you could do to stop it.
“Where will they send you?” asked Jared.
“Who knows… Timbuktu? Given the spectacular job I did blowing my own cover, I doubt it will even have running water let alone internet.”
“No.”
“Jensen…”
“No,” he repeated, his voice gruff. “I’m not losing you. Not again.”
“You say that as if you have a choice. I’m sorry,” you said as tears spilled over your lashes. “But you don’t. And neither do I.”
“There is always a choice! You’re not alone in this, Y/N…. stay.” Jensen didn’t care that he was begging. He would get down on his damn knees if he had to, be it in front of the FBI or God himself. He wasn’t going to let you go without a fight.
“Sweetheart, stay. I can protect you; I’ll hire the best damned security money can buy! I’ll keep you safe.”
You tilted you head sadly, if only it were that easy. God, how you wanted it to be!
“What about your family?” You asked softly. “Your sister’s pregnant again, right? How about your parents? Jared and Gen? Their kids? Your co-workers. Maddy and the twins. Its everyone, Jensen. Everyone who knows me or is connected to me in any way is a target!”
Hearing you list off the names of people he loved was meant to sway him, instead it steeled his resolve. He grasped your shoulders, “The only way you’re walking out that door, is with me by your side.”
You let out a broken sigh as he swiped the tears away and crooked a finger under your chin. “Jay, these people are killers.”
“I know. But living the rest of my life without you would kill me all the same, just slower. So you and I are going to mee the FBI together to see what the options are. Because a decision this big should at least be an informed one.”
You finally nodded in agreement, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you tight. Jared’s worried gaze met his for a moment before he turned and went down the hall to his wife and children. Jensen wasn’t the only one with people to protect.
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I have finally seen Across the Spiderverse!
tl;dr - amazing movie, folks here need to be more normal about Miguel
The longer version:
1. I'm so happy you people put that "Gwen is trans" theory in my head.
I got to watch the whole beginning of the movie like, "Omg, her dad is so supportive of her!"
And then I got to watch that part where Miles tells her, "We're the same. Uh - I mean, in the important ways, we're same," and be like "(☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞ Solid recovery, man."
And then I got to watch the part where Gwen comes back home, and when her dad asks her where she's been, appreciate the metaphor that'd be in, "I was off murdering all my best friends." Like - oof. I would not have caught the added meaning in a trans girl telling that to her father without this theory. A bit of "I guess he's not that supportive" followed by "Oh thank God, he's going to try harder through the power of movie magic and love and acceptance."
And that really hammered home the "Spider-man is a metaphor for coming out" with Miles, because he can't exactly pull a Misha Collins and come out as straight. As bi, though? As part of a big, interconnected web of LGBTQ2I+? Yeeeesssss.
Separately from that, I hope he and Gwen get together, really building off the "I'm gonna do my own thing" arc he's going through, paired with the "It doesn't end well" bit about Gwen falling for a Spider-man.
2. Loved how quickly they set up Spot.
I get him, I get the story, but they kept the pacing perfectly focused on the Spiderverse stuff. Spot's in the background but also developed well in the background. It's a perfect case of 'not too little' but especially - more importantly! - not too much.
3. Hobie is a fucking bro.
He showed up to help everyone - like one of the first things out of his mouth was, "Hey Miles, you can do better with your powers, here's some help." Loved him. And the fucking COMMON SENSE this guy had? I loved his little "haha anarchy" jokes, but this guy was on the Spiderverse's side completely - right up until he realized, "Nope, this shit has crossed a line" and immediately fought back against them. He didn't just help Miles and then quit. He helped Miles, quit, probably left assuming that Miguel wasn't gonna go completely batshit, and despite that assumption, still had the presence of mind to pass on his not-a-watch to Gwen.
And I think someone else wrote that he ran away? I disagree with characterization. He didn't panic and leave, and he didn't even abandon anybody. He disagreed, withdrew his support, and then left the others to come around at their own speed. I mean, Miguel hurried that speed up a lot, but that just speaks to how fast Hobie moved from "I agree with the Spiderverse" to "You guys are fucking facists." And the second he was tagged to help - after realizing how correct he was about the 'facist' thing - he was immediately back to actively fighting alongside Gwen. There was no passiveness on his side whatsoever. What a bro. And he even gave Gwen a place to stay when she needed it, which was such an extra point of community. 💖
4. Uhhhhhh can everyone please be more normal about Miguel...?
Because I watched that movie. I know like 5% of who this guy is. They gave us the Cliff notes of Sad Backstory and a glimpse - a glimpse! - into how he probably felt, but it was all from behind an iron mask. We haven't gotten into any of the real him yet, just the anger and outrage and fury.
So... people taking running with an obviously incomplete character? That's normal, fine, sure.
People taking that and running with it to slot him in as an uwu Top for Peter B.? Did you only go in looking for a ship, and did you have to be so weird about making it be the guy whose only defining traits are "Big" when his other and MORE IMPORTANT defining trait is "PoC whose race has been historically and actively fetishized for being violent sex objects"? 'Cause it's like everyone just scrubbed that 5% of what we know away to put him into this predefined "Big Dom Top" role with zero self-reflection, and handwaved how that once again perpetuates every racist stereotype this relates to. All to woobify the white guy some more.
I'm all for shipping, but you people literally don't know him. His story's pretty clearly being saved for the next movie, comic book sales show so many of you don't read those and definitely didn't before this (likely just stopping at what Wikipedia says), and went off of ~v i b e s~
And just happened to not notice how creepy and fetishizing it is that those were the vibes you were left with.
5. I teared up when Miles' story started. Yes, right after the opening title.
I wasn't expecting it, but as soon as the music started and that atmosphere was set, I just got hit with such a wave of, "This is unapologetically black." I heard the Puerto Rican vibes coming in later and both of them perfectly throughout the movie, but the centering of his blackness through the music alone. It was a 'great opening for a sequel' before that point. At that point? It was 'a brand-new story.' 💖💖💖💖 Representation bbyyyyy
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ok totally understandable if you dont have particular feelings abt this, i love seeing ur spn director thoughts anyway bc i love thinking about composition. BUT do you have any fave episode with directing and framing you really like?
on the head of a pin's crazy crazy crazy shots of all fucking time. i cant think about it i feel too crazy. the opener. the street lamp halo. anna closing the distance between her and cas. WOOZY. FACE
hello. hello. hello. hello. thank you mike rohl.
bloody mary has some incredible shots because i mean it's really hard to mess up mirrors and bleeding out of your eyes.
hey emo boy!
i think the rapture's a really solid piece of work i think there's a really good visual distinction made between jimmy and cas. and of course. theres this.
also the dock dream which is beautiful beautiful. imo.
all of anna's episodes are really well shot. very striking. oh my god when she passes out on the car. she always Looks like an angel. it's definitely a 50/50 thing where in later seasons people who were playing angels werent playing angels in the way cas anna uriel zachariah raphael were but they also weren't being SHOT like cas/anna/uriel/zachariah/raphael were. you know? anna in particular i feel like out of all the s4/5 angels is shot in a way that actively adds to her characterization. to cas it added to his characterization but it was also like. it was 20% characterization 80% making misha collins look hot. ummmmm that's all from the top of my head. thank you
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Coming soon...
Title: Rocky's Roadfood
Author: bleuzombie
Artist: hawkland
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Rated: Explicit
Length: 10,651
Tags: Not RFP, Misha Collins is Castiel’s Stage Name, Actor Castiel, Chef Dean Winchester, Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Castiel, Oral Sex, Fluff, Outdoor Sex, Car Sex, Arrested but not really, Star Gazing, Happy Ending
Warnings: N/A
Summary:
Dean loves watching Roadfood with his favorite actor Misha Collins but he never imagined that Misha, who’s real name is Castiel, would show up in his restaurant. Through a series of sexy moments and misadventures Dean is behind bars and Cas firmly in Dean’s heart.
Excerpt under the cut...
"“Excuse me?” A deep voice says behind him. Dean turns and sees Misha fucking Collins standing in his restaurant. He’s dressed in tight dark blue jeans, a simple black t-shirt, an olive green jacket and a pair of aviator sunglasses. Dean wants to rub his face against Misha’s perfect stubble while they make out and fuck up his artfully tousled hair. Dean swallows thickly at the thought and shuts it down. Nope. Stop it, Dean, he castizes himself.
“Hey.” Dean waves. “Uh,” Dean falls off of his bar stool, awkwardly catching himself on the stool next to him. “Can I, uh, can I help you?”
“Are you open?” Misha pulls off his sunglasses. “I would love to get some lunch. The people at the hotel told me you have the best burger in town.”
“No, yeah,” Dean stutters. “I mean, actually, we don’t open until noon, but I can make an exception. I came in early, so we are almost ready to go.”
“I don’t want to inconvenience you. I will try to come back once you are open.” Misha smiles and slips his sunglasses back on. “You have a beautiful restaurant.”
“Wait!” Dean calls out. “I can cook for you. It’s no trouble.” He smiles brightly to hide his nerves. Misha Collins isn’t leaving his restaurant without trying his food. “You mentioned the burgers. Anything you don’t like?”
“Will you join me for a burger? Surely you are allowed a staff meal.”
“Yeah, I can do that. What kind of burger do you want?” Dean walks to the host stand. “Or I can give you a menu if you want to look.”
Misha removes his sunglasses and tucks them into his coat pocket. “I’m feeling adventurous,” he says with a smile. “I’ll leave it up to you.” Dean feels his stomach flutter. Misha’s smile is even more amazing in person. His movies don’t capture how blue his eyes are. Dean could spend hours just looking at him.
“You got it,” he grunts out. He walks towards Misha and holds out his hand. “I’m Dean.”
Misha shakes his hand. “Castiel.”
Dean looks at him curiously but decides to not question him. If Misha doesn’t want to draw attention to his career or fame, Dean can respect that. He leads Dean to a table and then grabs him a glass of ice water. “Want anything else? Something to drink, maybe?”
“Do you have… root beer floats?” Misha tilts his head to the side, and Dean can’t help but laugh.
“Yeah, I can manage that.”
“Thank you, Dean.” A small smile plays on Misha’s lips as he watches Dean. Neither of them moves for a few seconds before Dean shakes his head and breaks eye contact."
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I was tagged by @tuometarr (💖THANK YOU so much! 💖 ) in Fic Authors Self Rec, which does give a a great excuse to talk about my own fics so here are my 5 fave fics I have written
Ahem, that's the tag prompt -- actually I am so new to writing, that I don't have 5 favorite fics yet, but here's what I have:
Talks with Dads - Dean and Cereal - It's super short at 875 words, but I think this is my fave thing. My obsession is repairing the Dean and Jack relationship, so this ficlet has a soft spot in my heart. I think it's sweet.
On the Road again - This is the first destiel fan fic I wrote and shared out with the world, courtesy of a @winchester-reload Suptober prompt. So I'll be forever grateful for Suptober. It represents finally getting out there and creating content even in my fandom fifties. It's short at 1,563 words, but I like it, and I put in three Willie Nelson songs via YouTube links. Really, just the song Angel flying too close to the ground is worth clicking the link.
Game Night - Again, this is me wanting to repair the relationships around Jack. This is a heart to heart between Dean and Mary in heaven. It's 2,204 words.
Road Trip for the Holidays - was my first multichapter fic. It's a pile of self-indulgent college!Jack and his family fluff, with Jack's original character friend, and just a bit of Jack and Dean regretful feelz and memories so it's not pure sugar. At 54,897 words, it's novella length, so finally a decent amount of story to get into. I love parts of it sooo much, and yet I have newbie author embarrassment about it.
Instead of a fifth fic, I'll put in a plug for my fave fic that I'm working on. It's a Season 13 fix-it fic -- the formal title not set yet. Again, it's a repair of the Dean and Jack relationship we saw in 13.01 Lost and Found. I've been working on it for a couple years, but I've joined the WIP Big Bang to "Finish your SH**" , and I feel confident about finishing. So keep an eye out for the @wipbigbang and hopefully you'll see a promo when it gets close to the publishing date.
I'm also working on a midam, but I fear that will be a long time coming.
I'll tag a few random blogs who follow me and who have AO3 links in their header or pinned post. I think most blogs are a lot bigger than mine, especially with folks who write, so this may get lost in notes or they wonder who the heck this is :)
@procasdeanating @stillwinchester @damonnscroww @bluefirecas @fellshish @luninosity
Also if anyone else wants to use this as a reason to talk about their work feel free to consider yourself tagged ☺️
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Day 20 - Spa
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Cas, Claire and Jack are at the spa juice bar. Cas and Jack have matching fluffy white robes from their massages. Claire was trying out lounging around with an eye mask, but that's not her thing. She's probably going to head to the pool or a cardio dance workout. Jack's considering reminding her that the eye mask is still on her head, but Claire may not mind. It makes a decent headband to keep her hair out of her eyes until she braids it.
19 notes - Posted October 20, 2022
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Hey folks, if you went to Rotten Tomatoes to leave a RoadFood review and didn't find the entry last week, it's been added! I know a lot of us must have asked for them to add it so soon, so congrats to us.
Tell them how great Misha is! 😇
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22 notes - Posted January 24, 2022
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So Adam is born on September 29 which is traditionally St. Michael's day. Dean was born in January
Adam was the true Michael sword and Chuck just ignored it because he was so obsessed with Dean.
It's like it was the universe's choice and not Chuck's.
25 notes - Posted October 19, 2022
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Misha photo op! Raven @magnificent-winged-beast edited it for me! (i.e., graciously took me out of the image, etc.)
And what everyone told me before is true. You think he looks good in pictures? It is nothing compared to what he looks like in person. Like maybe he has a big aura or something, but he looks even more handsome than most photographs of him. It's difficult to understand.
127 notes - Posted January 21, 2022
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Hey there lovely!! Thank you! ❤
🦚 - Are there any queer books/shows/etc. that you would suggest?
Oooh this is a good one, but I don't really know many, sadly.
Dreamboy is a gay podcast I enjoyed but it was cancelled so the end may not be satisfying for everyone (although I didn't personally find it bothersome or unfinished) and it is sexually explicit.
Also, Our Flag Means Death (I'm sure everyone has heard of it by now) was just renewed for s2!! We have queer POC, gay (poly, i think) pirates, middle aged gays, non-binary character- it's just very diverse all around and I am in LOVE with this show <3
🍁 - When did you first realize you were queer?
I grew up in a very small town with a very small queer community, so I didn't even know the word bisexual until I was 18 and made a friend who is pan. We were talking about Misha Collins' wife one day and she just looked at me and asked me 'are you sure you're straight?' and I thought about it constantly after that. Turns out I was just suffering a monster case of imposter syndrome and I officially came out when I was 26 (I think)
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castiel x reader
Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Dean and Sam. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since they are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.
Paring: Castiel X Reader
Word count: 6,000
Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural
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Chapter Three: In the Beginning
Y/n’s POV:
“ No, please don’t leave Me!” I wake up suddenly shooting up from my bed. These nightmares are getting more real every time I close my eyes. I go to get some water. I hear wings flapping and turn around to see Cas standing there. “Cas?” “Hello, Y/n what were you dreaming about?” He said in his usual gruff voice. “ Nevermind that. What are you doing here at four in the morning?” I said not wanting to answer that question “I am here to for your brother and you to stop something”
‘’Stop what?” I questioned as he came up close and gently put his fingers on my forehead.
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“Move it buddy and Mam you can't sleep here.” I heard this voice talking to me and noticed that I was not lying in bed anymore. “Okay... sleep... where?” Dean said sleepy, wait Dean. “Anywhere but here.” The voice said as he was walking away. “Y/n why are you sleeping on the sidewalk?” Dean asked me in disorientation. I opened my eyes and somehow I was sleeping in front of a bus bench. “I have no idea the last thing I remember is falling asleep in my own room after having a beer. Maybe there was more in the beer than I thought, well that's the last time I take anything compaltry from a motel. Why are you sleeping on a bus bench?” I asked, half confused, half asleep. “I have no idea either, let's see if we can find out” He said as he pulled out his phone.
“Perfect,” he said with sarcasm. “Let me try”. “ What the Hell?” I'm so annoyed that I almost threw my phone down. “Okay let's just recollect ourselves and try to think about what happened” Dean said trying to calm not just myself but him too. “Did Castiel visit you last night?’” “ He asked me. “Yes he did, he said you and I had to stop something. Cas you son of a …”. “ He said the same thing to me too. Also Cas? Since when did you get a nickname for him? " "Well I think it's easier than saying his full name every time.” “ right, guess that makes sense. Let’s go to that diner and get some coffee, to ask around and to put ourselves together.” Dean said gesturing up at a Blue Jay Diner.
As we are walking in I'm hoping that Cas has a good reason for us to be here.
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As we walked in I noticed that the whole diner and everyone looked like they were stuck in the 70’s. “ Must be a convention in town” I commented. Dean and I sat next to this guy who looks in his early 20s. “Hey, where the hell are we?” Dean asked the man. “Jay Bird's Diner.” He answered honestly. “Yes thank you for that heh he just meant what state and city?’’ I asked him with a kinder approach. “Lawrence, Kansas.” Lawrence why the hell Lawrence I thought. “Hey, you okay guys?” “ Yes, we just had a difficult night, thanks.” I answered him thinking that was nice of him to ask. ” Hey, uh, two coffees here, Reg.” “ Thank you” “ No Problem.” Dean pulled his phone out again trying to get single. ”Can you tell me where I can get reception on this thing?” Dean asked the man. “The USS Enterprise?” The man said looking weird at the phone. “Ha, that’s a good joke’’ I said laughing. “What joke?” he asked as Reg came over with some coffees. “Thanks... nice threads. You know Sonny and Cher broke up, right?” Dean said joking as usual.
“Sonny and Cher broke up?” The man said concerned. I looked around until my eyes landed on the newspaper. I elbow Dean to get his attention. “Ow Y/n what the He-” he stopped when he saw the same. “Nixon accepts resignation of top… and the date is Monday, April 30, 1973.” We do not even have time to process that because we learn who this stranger is next to us. “Hey, Winchester.” Dean and I both go to respond but instead the man does. “Son of a bitch. How you doing, Corporal?” “Hey, Mr. D.” “I heard you were back.” “Yeah, a little while now.” “Good to have you home, John, damn good.” John? Dad. “Well, say hello to your old man for me.” “You got it, Mr. D.” The man John was talking to walked away and he noticed us staring at him like we had seen a ghost. Well, I guess that’s true. "Do we know each other?” John had asked, looking at us both. “I guess not.” Dean said, answering for us. “Take it easy, guys” “Yeah you too” I said while looking into his eyes. I guess that is a pretty good reason for us to be sent here.
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We are following well I guess our dad when I bump into Cas. “whoa” I said, almost falling but he caught me. “uh thank you” we stared into each other's eyes for a second.”you're welcome’’ he let go of me and when he did I felt colder. “What is this?” Dean asked Cas. “What does it look like?” “ Is this … real?” I asked hoping this was not a dream. “Very.” He answered looking at both of us. “Okay, so what? Angels got their hands on some DeLoreans? How did we get here?” He gestured to us. “Time is fluid, Dean, Y/n. It's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion.”Well bend it back or tell us what the hell we're doing here!” “I told you, you have to stop it.” Cas said in his monotone gruff voice and as usual not making sense. “Stop what? Huh? What, is there something nasty after our Dad?” We hear a car beep and turn back and Cas is gone. “Oh, come on! What, are you allergic to straight answers, you son of a bitch?!” Dean said angry which is fair but I trust him I have too.
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John is talking to the car salesman looking at an old van oh no we can’t let that happen. Dean and I walk over to the beautiful classic 1967 chevy Impala leaning against it. “You two following me?” I answered “No, no, we were just passing by. And we never got to thank you for that cup of coffee this morning. we were a little out of it.” “More than a little.” “Let us repay the favor.” Dean said, patting baby. “This is the one you want.” “Oh yeah, you – you know something about cars?” Dean and I nodded our heads looking at the engine. “Yeah... yeah, our Dad taught us everything we know.” I said, smiling a bit. “And this – this is a great car.” Dean said, opening the hood. “327 four barrel, 275 horses. A little TLC and this thing is cherry.” “You know man, you're right.” John said, sounding excited. “Then what are you buying that thing for?” Dean said, nodding at the van. “Dean, John can buy any car he wants and I'm sure it’s for a good reason.”
She’s right. I kinda promised someone I would. "Over a '67 Chevy? I mean, come on, this is the car of a lifetime. Trust me, this thing's still gonna be badass when it's 40.” John looks like he’s grateful. "John Winchester. Thanks.” John said, holding out his hand for us to shake. We shake his hand. “Dean Van Halen, this is my sister Y/n – and thank you.” we were in pretty rough shape this morning, huh?” “No kidding.” I've been hung over before but, hey, I was, I was getting chills in that diner. You didn't feel any of those cold spots, did you?” Ah, I know what Dean is doing. I joined in. “I swore I smelled something weird too, you know? Like... like rotten eggs. You didn't happen to smell any sulfur by chance?” “No to both.” He answered, getting annoyed. “No... There been any cattle mutilations in town recently?” Okay that's pushing it. “Okay, mister, Mam! Stop it.”.”Yeah, if only we knew what to stop. Listen, uh – watch out for yourself okay?” I said to him. "Yeah, sure.” When we were walking away we heard John confirming the sale for the impala.
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We stole a car and now are following dad in the impala. He stops in front of a house and a young beautiful blonde woman comes out to hug him. Dean and I both say at the same time. “Mom?”
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We are now watching them have a date in a little booth with milkshakes. “I can't believe this, she looks so beautiful’’ I said wanting to cry because I never got to know mom like Sam and Dean did. “Yeah she is’’. Then we hear a voice behind us. “Why are you following us?” It was mom. We turn around and she attacks us. “Are you crazy?” She is kicking our asses. But Dean grabs her behind her arms and holds her to the wall.”Okay, how about we talk about this, huh?” “Dean! let her go look at her wrist’’ I point out at the charm bracelet. I walk up to her and asked “Are you a hunter?”
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My parents are saying goodbye and they look so in love. Mary walks up to us. “Dean and y/n right? I'm not sure you should come in.” Mary said with hestion. “You can trust us. I mean, come on, we're all hunters, right? I mean, we're – we're practically family.” Dean said with a convincing tone. “Yeah, thing is, my Dad, he's a little, um…” Wait, grandpa is still alive? I thought. “Dean and I would love to meet him. We've heard so many great stories about him.” “You've guys heard of him?” She asked. “Well clearly not enough.” I said with a smile trying to contain myself that I'm actually meeting my family.
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“So, you're a hunters? Well, tell me something, mister and miss hunter, you kill vampires with wooden stakes or silver?” Grandpa asked, I did not know he was such a hardass. “Neither, you cut their heads off.” I answered proudly. ”So, did we pass your test?” Dean asked with hope. “Yep. Now get out of my house” Grandpa said yep definitely a hardass. “Dad!” Mary said, she can't believe her father right now. “I don't trust other hunters, Dean, Y/n don't want their help, don't want them around my family.” “Knock it off, Samuel.” Grandma said from the other room, setting the table and putting grandpa in his place. “They are hunters.” “Who passed your little pop quiz, and now I am inviting them to dinner. Are you hungry?” She asked us. “That sounds great, thank you.” I said I was trying to be on my best behavior. “Good. I'm Deanna, you've met my husband Samuel, and Mary's younger sister Y/n sadly passed away when she was younger. now wash up.” I was named after her sister. I didn't even know mom had a sister. I looked at Mary.”Samuel and Deanna and Y/N ?” I asked as she nodded her head at me. I wonder what her sister was like.
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“So Dean, Y/n this your first time here.” “Well, it's been a while. Things sure have changed... we think.” Dean answered. “You two working a job?” Samuel asked. “Yeah, maybe.” Dean!” I said surprised. “I'm sorry about my brother, he forgets his manners sometimes.” I said while glaring at him. “ That's okay, it's good to know that he's guarded like that.” “My sister is right, I should've responded like that, it's just I don't trust other hunters either, Samuel.” Dean apouligzed which surprised me. “Hey, um, so why were you following me and John?” Mary asked us. “Mmm, we thought something was after your, um, boyfriend, but um, we don't think that anymore.” I answered. “John Winchester mixing it up with spirits, can you imagine?” Deanna said while Samuel looked annoyed at the mere mention of John’s name. “I saw that.” Mary told her dad not letting him get away with it. “What?” Samuel answered incently. “That sour lemon look.” “Now hold on, John's a really, really nice... naive civilian.” So Grandpa hated dad, good to know. “So what? You'd rather me be with a guy like this?” Mary said while nodding at Dean. “Oh god no no you would not want to be with him.’’ I answered for him. “Yes she's right I think, you don't want to be with a guy like me.” Dean said a little offended. “Mary, of course not, it's just that I –” Samuel said trying to smooth this over. “That's enough, both of you, we have company.” Deanna had told them. “So what about you, Samuel, you, uh, working a job?” Dean asked curiously.
“Might be.” damn hunters do not like sharing. “He's working a job on the Whitshire Farm.” Mary answered being a little petty. Maybe that's where I get it. “Whitshire, why does that name sound familiar to me?” Dean said and he's right we've heard that name before. “Well, it's been all over the papers. Tom Whitshire. Got tangled up in a combine a few towns over.” “ Those things do happen sometimes” I said. “So why was he on it in the first place when his crops are all dead?” “ Demon omens” I said, confirming it. “That's what I gotta find out.” “What about the rest of the town? Well, did you find anything on the web? ...Of information that you have assembled.” Nice save dean I thought with sarcasm. “Electrical storms maybe. The weather service graphs should be here on Friday.” Grandma told us. Sounds like demons to me. “By mail?” Dean asked. “Of course by mail Dean sorry were just used to getting things by ourselves” They look a little weird at us. I bring Dean over to the side. “Did you forget that we are in the 70s or did you hit your head. so please try to stop the 2000's references, Marty mcfly please?” “ Yes I will, sorry it's just hard.” “ Yeah I know I keep On pulling out my phone but we got this okay” “yeah okay” “ Great break.” “You know, it sounds to me like we might be hunting the same thing. You know if we go in there in numbers, we could take care of this real quick.” Dean said, referring to us. “What part of “we work alone” do you not understand, son?” Samuel said and I don't blame him but come on we're trying to figure out a back to the future mystery here throw us a bone will ya.
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Dean and I go up to the Whitshire house. “This is stupid why did I have to be a nun?” I asked, pulling on my head piece a little. “Because it makes sense and it helps me look like a real priest, it's also a little funny.” Dean said, trying to hold back his laugh. I almost slap him but Mrs.Whitshire opens the door just in time.
We are walking to the door after her interview. When someone knocks on the door. We open it to see Samuel standing there in the same get up as Dean. “Father, sister, I see you beat me here.” “The Lord is funny that way. Beth Whitshire, this is our associate, our senior, senior priest, Father Chaney.” We walk next to Grandpa. “Please accept our deepest condolences on behalf of the county diocese.” Grandpa said handing her a fruit cake yeah nothing says I'm sorry like a cake no one eats. “Mrs. Whitshire was just telling us all about Tom, and how normal and ordinary things were the day before his death.” I see, so you didn't notice anything unusual, ma’am?” Samuel asked. “You mean like my husband’s guts fertilizing the back 40?” “Awkward” I whisper under my breath. Samuel is having a hard time to answer so Dean and I walk over to Mary and the victim’s son.
“Charlie, would you like to tell the Father and Sister here what you just told me?” Mary said to us. “Dad drank sometimes. Sometimes he got rough with Mom.” “And that's when the stranger came?” “I just thought he was some Bible thumper, like you all. He showed up about a week ago.” Interesting I thought. “Saying what?” Dean asked. “Did I want the beatings to stop? I just thought he was crazy, I didn't think – and the next thing I know, Dad's dead. Am I going to jail?” poor kid. “You didn't do this, Charlie.” I told making sure that he knew. “Did the stranger want something in return?” Dean asked him. “He didn't want anything.” Huh, not likely. “Come on, Chuck, he wasn't just handing out freebies now, was he?” Dean said being not wrong. “He did say something about comin' a callin' ten years from now. Maybe he'd want something then.” Oh no, all this kid wanted was peace. “Something like what?” I asked terrified for his answer.”I don't know, okay? Look, I told you he was nuts.” Mary pulls Dean and I to the side. “What do you think?” “I think this kid has no idea that he just shook hands with the devil.” I said looking at Charlie Sadly. “Charlie, do you remember what this stranger looked like?” I tried to get to the bottom of this. “Yeah, he was about 5 '10, white, normal looking really.” “ anything out of the ordinary with his appearance.” “There was one thing.” “What was it.” “It's just, the light hit his eyes in a weird way and... for a moment I coulda sworn –” “Red or black maybe.” I answered back.”No, they were yellow. Pale yellow.” What the hell, yellow eyes? What is going on?
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Dean slams a map down and I look at it trying to figure this crazy stuff out as well. “What do you say we just slow down and talk this thing through.” Grandpa tried to calm us down. “There's nothing to talk about.” Dean answered. “Except you're saying it's a demon, and none of us has ever heard of a demon with yellow eyes.” “ We have, it killed our family without thinking twice.” I answered while staring at Grandpa's eyes.”Just calm down” “You don't get it, do you? You are in danger, we are all in danger. In fact, you need to get yourself someplace safe.” I said trying to get my family safe.”Not until we know what we're dealing with here.” could he not be a stubborn hardass for 10 minutes.”Sam's right, Y/n, it could be a demon, it could be a shapeshifter, it could be any number of things.”Deanna said trying to stand by her husband.“We know what this thing is, we lived it.” I said getting mad.”And we're gonna kill it, that's all the talking I need to do.” Dean said with this intensity. “You're gonna kill a demon? How?” Samuel questioned. “There's a hunter named Daniel Elkins. He lives in Colorado, he has Colt's gun. The Colt.” “Yeah, I heard about the Colt, used to tell it to Mary and y/n as a bedtime story.” “Well we know it’s real for sure.” I said, trying to get it in their heads. “Alright, say that it is. You got some kind of crystal ball telling you where this demon's gonna be?” Samuel said doubtful still.
“Wait, I think we do.“ I said, grabbing our dads journal out. “What's this?” “ It's a list.” Dean said, catching on. “Of what?” “Our Dad wrote down anyone he thought ever came in contact with the Yellow Eyed Demon: who, where and when.” “why?” Samuel questioned. It is a little crazy. “‘Cause the more he could learn about the son of a bitch, the more he could figure out why it killed our Mom.” I said, still staring down at it. “Look, Whitshire Farm. I told you that name sounded familiar.” Dad really did everything to find this demon. “Uh... our Dad could see the future. Look at this, it says he's gonna hit here tomorrow night.” Dean said looking at me shrugging hoping that excuse was good. “Liddy Walsh?” Samuel questioned. “Haleyville, that's close.” Dean said. “I mean, yeah, it's about three miles, but…” Samuel said while looking at his wife exchanging looks of are these people okay which we get a lot. “ I know you think we're crazy and I don't blame you. I mean If someone told me the same thing, if I didn't know what I did I would think the same but were telling the truth.” I said hoping my small speech might have convinced them. “You seem like really nice kids, Dean,y/n but yeah, you're crazy.” “ We might be but we are going to kill the demon that destroyed our lives” I said as I walked out of the room with Dean.
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I walked to Mary’s room breathing in because this might be the last time I see my mom alive. I knock on the open door. “Hey Mary my brother and I are leaving, I just wanted to thank you before I left” “ Thank me for what I mean I almost gave your brother a concussion.” “ exactly I think sometimes he needs one. Huh Uh actually I wanted to thank you for trying to convince your dad for us to help.” “ Yeah no problem. I think we need more help but ever since Y/n's death I don't think he can trust anyone else” Mary responded and I asked something that has been nagging me this whole time. “If you don’t mind me asking how Y/n pass and of course you don't have to answer.” “No its okay it happened two years ago my dad and his hunting partner and y/n were on a case they were chasing a werewolf my dad’s partner thought they had caught the right one but instead the real one got my sisters scent and she was smiling one moment and the next she was lying on the ground in her own guts.” Mary said, crying. I go to hug her.
“I'm sorry that happened. I know what it feels like to lose someone to this stuff that we chase.” “Thanks Y/n you seem like a good friend. "" Thank you, I try, and speaking of good friends. That John kid seems pretty great. What’s he like.” “I don't know. He's sweet, kind. Even after the war, after everything, he still believes in happily ever after, you know? He's everything a hunter isn't. No offense.” I chuckle at that “ No offense taken” “So you have anyone special in your life” Mary asked. It was funny. I never thought I would be talking about a special someone with my mom.
”Me no I don't think love is in the cards for me.” “ Well you're a great person, someone will see that.” “ Thanks Mary.” “ of course. Can I tell you something” Mary asked with excitement. I nod.”He's gonna ask me to marry him. Tomorrow, I think!” “ That's great Mary” “Oh, Dad's gonna explode, but I don't care. I'll run away if I have to, I just… I love John, and…” “and what” I questioned. “I wanna get out. This job, this life, I hate it. I want a family, I wanna be safe. You know the worst thing I can think of? The very worst thing? Is for my children to be raised into this like I was. No, I won't let it happen. If what happened to Y/n happened to my kids I couldn't bear it.” I want to cry and tell my mom that everything is going to be okay but I can't so instead I lie.” I'm sure that won't happen. I mean who would do that. I truly wish all your happiness Mary.” I grab her and hug her tight and let go. “Thank you Mary for everything.” I said as I almost ran out of the room passing my brother.
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I ran out of the house breathing heavily trying to control it. I hear a flap of wings and turn around to see him.” Cas? I didn't pray.” “I know I just felt you in distress.” “ So you came to help me, all you do is just stand there standing not doing anything.” I said while looking down and when I looked up he was sad. “I'm sorry that was mean you do help me more than you realize, it's just I'm trying to process this. And why can’t Sam be here? He has to be looking for us.” Sam's not looking for you.” What does that mean? “So if we stop this demon does it mean that my siblings and I get a normal life.” “You realize, if you do alter the future, your father, you, Sam, Dean – you'll never become hunters. And all those people you saved, they'll die.” “Of course I realize it but I don't care I'm still going to fight” “I really am sorry Y/n no one deserves this especially you three.” I turn around to see him gone.
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Dean and I get into the house to get the colt and I'm at the safe to crack it while Dean stays in the car ready to drive away. “Hold it right there, friend. Drop the gun, be on your way.” It's Daniel, the current owner of the colt. I pretend to put it down but instead I point at him ready to shoot. “ I'm sorry Daniel but I need this to save my family.” “ Who the hell are you?” “ I'm a hunter just like you.” “Thief's more like it.” “ I will return it I just need it for a couple of days.” “Not happening, miss.” “Look, I have a chance to save my family’s lives. My family. But I need this gun to do it. So if you want to stop me? Kill me.” Daniel lowers his so I lower mine. “There's some hunters in Lawrence, the Campbells.” “Never heard of them.” “ That’s where the gun will be I promise. Thank you” I take the Colt and leave.
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We burst into the Walsh house to see the yellow eyed demon holding Mary against him using her as a shield. “ Mary! Let her go, you son of a bitch.” I yelled at it. “Where'd you get that gun?” He said looking at the colt I cock it and give Mary the signal to break away. As she does that the Yellow eyed demon smoked out of the poor bastard he was possessing. “Damn” Dean said, annoyed. I exit the house feeling uneasy. “Mary, what else did he say to you?” Dean asked. “I told you, just that he liked me.” Oh no is this when it happened how it knows her. “What did he mean by that?” Mary asked, a little scared. Samuel comes up to join us before we can answer. “Are you okay?” He asked Mary. “No, Dad, I'm pretty far from okay. Can we go?” She said walking away to the truck. “Nice job in there.” Samuel said to me which was weird. “I missed the shot.” I answered. “Take the compliment I'm saying that I was wrong about you guys.” He said, looking at us both. “We need to talk alone.” Dean said and he was right but what is wrong with Samuel.
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“We have to kill this thing now, or Mary dies.” Dean said while we both were sitting.”What? How do you know that?” Samuel questioned. “We just do, okay?” I said pulling out Dads journal. “When?” “I don't know, maybe today, probably years from now, but it's happening, trust us.” “So what, are you guys some kind of psychics now too?” “ No, just listen to us.” He sits down too. “Now, this is gonna sound a little... actually it's gonna sound massively, massively crazy.”Dean said. What is he doing? ’’Mary is our mother.” Oh okay so we're doing this. “I am your grandson, she is your granddaughter and I know what the hell I'm talking about.” “You wanna run that by me again, son?” Samuel questioned this whole thing again. “ My real name is Dean Winchester. I was born January 24th, 1979. My parents are Mary and John Winchester.” I sigh.”My name is Y/n Winchester born November 2, 1984 to Mary and John WInchester. “I don't have to listen to this.” Samuel does not believe this.
“Mary gets killed by a yellow eyed demon in 1984, and I think that this – what happened tonight – I think this is the moment that he caught her scent. Now, if we don't catch this thing now, and kill it, and it gets away? Then Mary dies. So I am asking you, please.” Dean is pleading with him at this point.”How did we know about the Colt? Huh? How did I know about the Yellow Eyed Demon? Or where it would be? were not making this up, Samuel.” I said, trying to get him on our side. “Every bone in my body is aching to put you six feet under, but there's something about you – I can't shake it. Now, I may be crazier than you guys but I believe you.” Yes but why was that too easy? ”I mean, how do we find this bastard?” “ with this the list” I said pointing at the page. “And with the Colt?” “Yes” “Here, let me see it.” Samuel said grabbing for it I held it back. “Sorry, we don't let anybody hold it.” “I'm your grandfather.” “ It's not you” I said, trying to be civil. “Sure it is, especially when it's me you're trying to kill.” Samurl said as his eyes went yellow and slammed Dean and I against the wall I knew there was something wrong.
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“Future kids, huh?” the YED walked over to Dean. I grunted trying to get up. “I only know one thing that's got the juice to swing something like that. You must have friends in high places. So, I kill your Mommy? That's why you came all this way? To see little old me?” Dean’s trying to get up too. “Oh, I came here to kill you.” Dean said, staring at his eyes. “Hey, wait a minute, if that slut Mary's your Mommy, are you... are you one of my psychic kids?” He leans in to sniff Dean. “No, not you. Maybe you.” He said walking over to me. “Get away from her you bastard!” Dean yelled. YED walks up to me and sniffs me. "No you're not, must be another brother but you smell delicious almost as much as your mommy. Hey you planning to have kids so I can make more of my children. “ “Go back to hell” I spit in his face. “That's terrific, means it all worked out. After all, it's why I'm here.” “So that's what this is about, these deals you're making. You don't want these people's souls.” Dean yelled from across the room and the YED walked over to him. “No, I just want their children. I'm here to choose the perfect parents, like your Mommy.” “Why her? Why any of them?” “Because they're strong.” Deanna is starting to come around the corner to try to get to the colt. “They're pure, and they eat their Wheaties. My own little master race – they're ideal breeders.” “You're disgusting” I said to him.
“ No sweetheart, I'm a dealer, there's a difference.” “Oh, get your mind out of the gutter. No one’s breeding with me. Though, Mary? Man, I'd like to make an exception. So far, she's my favorite.” “ So why make the deals?” Dean questioned trying to distract him. “I need permission. I need to be invited, into their houses, I know, I know, the – the red tape'll drive you nuts, but in ten short years, it'll all be worth it. ‘Cause you know what I'm gonna do to your sibling? I'm gonna stand over their crib and I'm gonna bleed into their mouth. Demon blood is better than Ovaltine, vitamins, minerals – it makes you big and strong.” “For what? So they can lead your discount demon army? Is that your big plan?” “Please, my end game's a hell of a lot bigger than that kid.” “End game? What end game?” “Like I'm gonna tell you, or those angels sitting on your shoulder. No, I'm gonna cover my tracks good.” “ You can cover whatever the hell you want, but I'm still gonna kill you.” “Right. Now that, I'd like to see.” “Maybe not today, but you look into my eyes, you son of a bitch, ‘cause I'm the one that kills you.” “So, you're gonna save everybody, is that right? Is that it? Well, I'll tell you one person that you're not gonna save. You're Grandpappy.” He takes out a knife and stabs himself. “NO!” Dean and I both screamed out. “NO!” Deanna screamed out too and the YED sent her flying to the floor she was crawling to the knife and he snapped her neck like a pretzel. We’re released from the hold and I go for the colt to shoot but he's gone then I realize Mary’s not here. “Mary... Mary!” Dean and I ran out to the car.
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The car stops and Dean and I arrive in time to see Mary and YED kissing. “NO!” we both yell out then I see Cas and we get flown away.
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I gasp awake and breath heavily and see Cas standing there. “Cas we couldn't stop it. She still made the deal. She still died in the nursery, didn't she?” I stare into his eyes. “ Don't blame yourself Y/n you couldn't have stopped it.” “ What do you mean?” “Destiny can't be changed, Y/n All roads lead to the same destination.” “ Screw destiny Cas, I make my own future and why did you even send us back then?’’ “For the truth. Now you know everything we do.” “ What the hell are you talking about?” Cas looks around and I realize. “Where is Sam?” “We know what Azazel did to your brother. What we don't know is why – what his endgame is. He went to great lengths to cover that up.” It's starting to make sense. “Where's Sam Cas?” “425 Waterman.” I start to get my things together and to get Dean. “You brother is headed down a dangerous road, Y/n, and we're not sure where it leads. So stop it. Or we will.” I'm about to leave when he says something “I'm glad you're okay.” “ Thank you Cas for everything.”
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Dean and I walk into the location and see something crazy.”So... Anything you wanna tell us, Sam?” Sam looked surprised that we were here.”Guys, hold on, okay? Just let me-""You gonna say, "let me explain"? You're gonna explain this? How about this? Why don't you start with who she is, and what the hell is she doing here?” I said angry. The girl looks at me.” Hi Y/n good to see you again” I am shocked. “Ruby?” She smiles.” Is that Ruby?” Dean asked, angry too. He does not respond and so Dean throws Ruby against the wall holding the demon against her. They tussle and she pins him. “Ruby! Stop it!” She's holding him in a chokehold.
So I throw her off and flip her to the ground. “Don't you ever touch my brother again!” She shakes her head and I let go. “Ruby, he's hurt.” Sam nodded to the injured man that was possessed. She and him limp out. “Did you have to do that?” Sam asked me, annoyed. “Oh I'm sorry Sam but did you forget she's a DEMON!” I said basically yelling. He walks away leaving me to think what happened in the four months that we weren't together.
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That's it hoped you liked it! Next chapter we meet Uriel let's just say him and Y/n won't be besties.
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The latest from the stalker... (December 29th 2023, evening, Twitter, all of this over the course of about 1 hour)
@ PerpetuaAlma @ mishacollins I get it. You both never loved me or cared about me whatsoever. I am BEYOND over trying. I'm moving on with my life and finding someone who is actually capable of loving me and reciprocating. I love you both unconditionally *next*
I'm not going to continue to stay "celibate" and faithful towards two people who show zero interest and zero respect towards this connection. I know what I have with you two is special. Once in a lifetime, but that's not *next*
An excuse to abuse the living sh*t out of me. I have waited long enough for a response. I have written more poetry than a book for you two.. I closed my account because there's nothing I can do anymore *next*
there are so many things left unsaid for you alma, but most of all what I felt for you was real. Your not just some random poet online that I'm playing a game with.
So thank you both for the lesson. I closed counterpartpoetry. I probably will never write you again. I am done being a doormat.
You both have shown me that you don't love me, because love doesn't behave like this. The next person I fall for, will get the best version of me.. because despite everything- at least I am healing
@ mishacollins and as for you misha. I came to see you in November, the truth is I didn't WANT to see you I wanted YOU to come see me. I wanted to know if this was real for you. But you stood me up, just like last time
just because we didn't spend a lot of "time" in this physical world didn't mean our connection wasn't real- thanks for showing me that you didn't care enough to find out. Now I can let you go.
You only have one twinflame.... I wish you loved me enough to try. But I know now that I mean nothing to you.
@ mishacollins Last chances are gone and done. Your a piece of work you know? I hope whoever your bypassing me with is worth it
Hey @ mishacollins check your messages on snapchat. If not then that's fine but I'm never reaching out to you again. I'm over this
@ misha collins Check your snapchat
@ mishacollins Check your snapchat.
@ mishacollins You should visit my profile and read what I'm trying to say to you. Or check your snap. We are done forever.
Hey misha and alma, I left all social media. And I am leaving this platform too. I only came here to talk to you. But I decided I am done giving both of you chances. I am done watering myself down. You finally both get what you wanted. I walk away. permanently.
@ mishacollins Misha please can we talk- 808 250 4569. I'm not playing a game with you
@ mishacollins I know this sounds obsurd but I'm not out looking for anyone... I'll wait for you. Even forever
Wow!
Girl went from
I hate you to I love you in a second
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Dairy of a Horror Buff 8.18.22
ugh so my boss was just being super fucking bigoted towards unhoused people and it was just totally not the vibe. I really don't want to talk about it but yeah this has been a stressful day. Also I am listening to one of the best hyperpop songs ever. When I Rule The World by LIZ. ugh this song makes me want to have a hot dom girlfriend slap a pink dog collar on my neck. Hello I'm a freak.
let's be honest kakegurui is for bottoms.
now that I've revealed my degeneracy lets get into it.
The Ash-Tree dir. Lawrence Gordon Clark
so to be honest I was only have paying attention to this one. Local rich boy like bruh I got this sweet missus so lets talk about expanding the family burial plot because thats a thing people were obsessed with in the olden times apparently.
essentially as hes doing this he keeps getting flashbacks to ancestor RIchboi who is condeming a woman as a vvitch. *le gasp.
usually I would love this and if I watched it again I probably will but for now i kind just know this exists and I've seen it technically so yeah.
I love that bitches be obsessed with Misha Collins, I'm Bitches.
ok so because it sounds like fun lets watch PSA's that are listed as horror on Letterboxd. a PSA isn't an official category but theres a few list we can look at. Also if your PSA isn't a glorified snuff film is it even good just saying. I watched a woman get hit by a train as a child and I have never played on the yellow line. also theres like no passenger trains in my area which is ironic given my towns history.
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Electrical Substation, Stay Safe Stay Out (1989) dir. Unknown.
first I am annoyed that apparently Tumblr does have header capabilities. Second yassss child murder. this is what makes PSA's fucking terrifrying.
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Forklift driver Klaus - The first day on job (2001) dir. Jörg Wagner & Stefan Prehn
How to know if your fave is Forklift certified. also this is only a minute in and I am already terrified of the stabby forks that are fork lifts.
So apparently this is a "fictional educational film" which like I definetly get it because this is full of garish Final Destination Humor but also at the same time this has some legetimetly good advice about Folklift Driving. I could honestly see a film like this that is legit but also teaching me about these things.
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Robbie (1979) dir. Ronald Dunkley
wow imagine your country investing in public transportation and actually being able to use trains. #couldn'tbeme.
Ok so this film leterally starts with our tituler character Robbie. being like heys I'm a train nerd and you know whats cool are newly expanded public infrastructure. Thanks Thatcher.
ok so like I was making a joke but Margaret Thatcher was elected in 1979.
also this is a pretty standard PSA's some children are like hey lets do dumb shit and then Child Mutalation. ugh theres something so fucked up PSA's. also this one was like what if we literally just filmed a mother have to come to terms with her children becoming parapelegic. Also apparently there is three different versions of this were they hurt Robbie in three different ways.
OK ok they literally were just like see this dog and this baby. Dead if you ever cut a hole in a railray fence. God I love PSA's there so extra.
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COI: Lonely Water (1973) dir. Jeff Grant
A FACELESS SPECTRE TO HARINGE YOU OF YOUR CRIMES.
JK this is a short PSA were the spooky grim reapers like hey bitch swin with a friend don't be an idiot.
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Lynx-The Scavengers (1987) dir. Unknown
so this is a short Anti-Fur PSA by what I assume is by the Lynx Educational Trust for Animal Welfair. This one is lynchian and bloody. Don't wear real fur folks or at least source it ethically.
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Set Yourself Free (2014) dir. Unknown
ok this has such late 2000s music video vibes and I love this. Also I wasn't fucking expecting land mines. Like who was expecting fucking land mines.
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Julie Knew Her Killer (1998) dir. Unknown
so this is one of my favorite PSA's of All Time. Theres something so sinister about it. the way its phrased the horror of being in that situration. How suddenly it happens. theres a reason why we remember PSA's and this is one of them.
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The Haunted Mouth (1974) dir. Unknown
OK I want to mention this was produced by colgate which I find personally hilarious.
BREAKING NEWS: THE SHADE OF PESTILENCE IS UPSETTIE SPAGHETTI THAT YOUR BAD AT FLOSSING AND HE'S BEING UNDERSTIMULATED.
I legetimetly love the concept of a ghost whos like yaaas teeth but also bestie like its not fun if you don't fight a little let me show you how to floss.
Ok folks I think that is enought PSA's for today. I may come back to this during the month. I may not we'll see.
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Let's take a moment
To just appreciate Misha
Because he is a
Masterpiece.
That's it. That's the post. Misha Collins is a Masterpiece and we all know it. Thanks.
#so cute#misha is amazing#i love misha#misha#misha misha misha#misha deserves better#misha collins#spn castiel#thank you misha#hey i love misha collins thanks#thanks for coming to my ted talk#misha collins is an angel seriously#baby in a trenchcoat#supernatural#supernatural fandom#supernatural family#spn forever#castiel angel of the lord#misha deserved so much better#i appreciate you misha#misha is an angel#misha i love you#cute misha#cas deserved so much better#i like misha more than i like you#i am an angel of the lord#Misha#appreciate misha#we love you misha
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