Greetings from Austin
Summary: Jensen and Jared are at odds over a monumental decision that changes their lives in a way they couldn’t have envisioned.
Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Alpha!Jared Padalecki x Omega!OFC
Word Count: 3689
Warnings: a/b/o, J2 are married/mated, homophobia, bisexuality, biphobia, angst, cursing, jealousy, depression/anxiety, medical stuff, sexual dysfunction, infertility, IVF, surrogacy
*additional warnings to be added in future parts.
A/N: Here we go again with one my weird as hell dreams, series Inspired by this art.
A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles or Padalecki families. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse. Some dates/events were altered to fit the story.
*no beta-all mistakes are mine
*divider by @writeyourmindaway
*images found online
Part III
September 8th
7:30 am
Jensen was sitting in the makeup chair, clenching his substantial coffee container to help warm his hands after spending a second, uncomfortable night in his trailer on location.
Vancouver had an unusual cold snap this time of year, and with the covid restrictions, the director decided that everyone would stay on the site until done filming the scenes.
While Jensen wasn’t happy about the weather, missing his two-legged heater, he was also grateful for a brief break from Jared now that they were heading towards the next phase of their lives, starting their family.
Jensen jokingly said they needed a code name since they planned on keeping he, she, or they a secret, even from their families, until birth; Jared, being Jared, was trying out every cartoon from their childhoods.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Frida says as she applies more concealer under his eyes, hiding the darkened skin from not sleeping well.
“Huh?”
“You asked about my new job and haven’t heard anything I’ve said; wanna talk about it?”
“Sorry, just not focusing very well today.”
“Yeah, we’re all feeling out of sorts with this being the last couple of days. Too bad this virus messed everything up. It would��ve been a hell of a send-off if everybody could have been here.”
Jensen couldn’t believe after fifteen years; he had only two days left to be Dean Winchester.
Alex and Misha left after finishing their scenes, but Jim Beaver was back. It was only fitting for Bobby Singer to be there at the end, having been such a pivotal influence in the brothers' lives.
Frida continued chatting about random things while working when a PA stuck their head in calling him to the set.
Stepping out of the trailer, Jensen spotted Baby the Impala sitting by the building used for exterior shots of Harvelle's Roadhouse and smiled, knowing she’d officially be his soon.
***
September 12th
“Jay, I’m taking out the bags,” Jared hollers seconds before their apartment's front door slammed shut while Jensen did one last check around for any forgotten anything, satisfied that only a few neatly marked boxes were left to ship back to Texas.
He walked into the living room, stopping to gaze out the picture window when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist, molding him against the well-muscled chest of his mate. Tipping his head back as Jared kissed along his neck, he says, “I’m gonna miss this view.”
Jensen hummed in acknowledgment, eventually saying, “we need to get going if we’re gonna make Seattle by seven.” Jared held him for a few heartbeats longer, reluctantly let go, and interlacing their fingers led him to the door.
Jensen paused, turning them again to gaze out the window at their view.
***
September 21st
“This has been a great trip, but man, I’ll be glad to be in our bed tonight,” Jared remarks as they drive past a green highway sign saying Austin 312. “Can’t wait,” Jensen drowsily says, having not slept much the last few days.
They had decided to road trip it back to Texas, stopping at a few places they had wanted to visit for a while. Jared somehow managed to finagle; okay, he played dirty with that mind-numbing blow job that always makes Jensen agree to anything gets him a couple of extra days to camp in southern Colorado.
Jensen enjoyed the beautiful scenery and hiking in the mountains but hated camping. Well, they didn’t technically rough it the way Jared liked but still a friggin yurt in late September?
What he was willing to endure for love.
Jared started singing along to some classic country playing on the radio as they drove through the desert Jensen dropped off.
***
October 23rd
Jared turned from the open fridge with a puzzled expression, sensing the same vague something he’s felt God knows how many times in the last couple of months.
Shutting the door, he walked over to the kitchen island where his husband was seated, pushing his unfinished dinner on his plate.
“Jay, what’s going on? Are you worried about the implantation? Dr. Rodgers said the embryos were healthy and optimistic the surrogate took this first try.”
What Jensen wanted to ask, the question that's been plaguing him since August, but he couldn’t figure out how to phrase without upsetting his husband, flew out, “did you pick that O because you knew that’d be the one I’d choose?”
Slapping his hand over his mouth, Jensens }{ eyes widened, disbelieving he blurted it out.
Jared worked to find a response squeaking an actual squeak before regaining control over his vocal cords, “that’s what I’ve been sensing!”
Jared gripped the edge of the island with his big hands. “Are you seriously wanting to go there again? I was candid when I realized that was the O I reacted to, and you weren’t exactly in full control with her present either, Alpha!”
Jensen's jaw ticked, irritated at being reminded he let his control slip making Jared huff. “So all this time, instead of talking to me, you’ve conjured up some bullshit..”
“I’ve been racking my brains to figure out how to ask the question without upsetting you!” Jensen felt his wolf pace in agitation, get up and match its movement around the kitchen.
“For the past few years, I’ve sensed you felt something missing, kept telling myself it’s because you're biologically unfulfilled, but during that interview, you were all,” Jensen waves his hands a vague gesture, “has I’m second guessing us.”
His mate's physical reaction makes him come to a halt.
Jared’s eyes are glowing red, but the eerie wolf expression, its intensity, disconcerts him.
“I love you, Jensen. You are my mate, husband, my everything, but sometimes you..” Jared leaves whatever he wants to say unfinished. “I thought you understood. In my mind, both of us having pups with the same donor means my offspring won’t be considered a step-relation and will grow up having strong familial ties with JJ, Arrow, and Zep.”
Jensen started to speak when Jared’s low, reverberating growl warned him not to interrupt.
“I consciously listened to my wolf when it came to choosing the person who’s biologically contributing to our children and me,” Jared emphasizes, slapping his chest, ”I have no regrets picking her..but you do.”
Taking a deep breath, he abstractedly says, ”the dogs need to be fed,” and walks away.
Upon the sound of Jared’s SUV leaving, Jensen’s legs gave out, and he dropped to the floor, curling up in a fetal position, and wrapped his arms around himself, feeling Arlo and Koda lay down on each side with him between them.
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Thanksgiving
“The kids are in a tryptophan coma,” Jensen announces as he walks through the kitchen's back door. He had followed Danneel home afterward, helping get JJ and the twins cleaned up and put to bed, “they’ll be out till Monday.”
“Good, 'cause I’m dead on my feet,” Jared yawned while loading the dishwasher. It had been their turn to host the holiday with Dani, the kids, Gavin and his, Clif’s family, Jared’s parents, siblings, and their broods.
“I told you to wait, and I’d help finish cleaning up when I got back,” Jensen said as Jared started the machine.
“I figured you’d wanna stay awhile and be too tired, and I didn’t want to deal with it tomorrow. All that’s left is to put the trash and recycling out. Could you grab it?”
“On it,” Jensen picked up the bags, walked around the side of the house, and dropped them into their designated receptacles.
When he returned, Jared had already switched off the downstairs lights, made his way to their bedroom, and took the first turn in the bath, getting ready for bed.
Jensen was sitting with his back against the headboard, checking his messages, when Jared dropped heavily beside him. “I plan on sleeping for the next three days,” he mutters, resting his head against Jensen’s shoulder.
“Sounds good to me, babe. Glad we didn’t schedule anything extra this weekend. It’ll be nice to spend some alone time,” he wiggled his eyebrows.
“Hmm. Hey, do you remember the last Thanksgiving?”
Jared closed the door, pushing Jensen against it seductively, lowering his fox-slanted eyes, and huskily whispered, “I’m so fucking horny I need my dick in you now!”
“Dude, we're in my sister's kitchen pantry! Anyone could hear..“
“..then you’ll have to be quiet,” Jared dove in for a deep, dirty kiss, grinding against his mate until he was begging to be fucked.
“You’re the one who got us busted..”
“..always so fucking tight...fuck I’m not gonna last.”
“Mac said it sounded like your dick..” Jensen broke off when Jared slowly ran his tongue up the column of his neck and bites on his earlobe softly speaks.
“You gotta admit,” his husband’s huge hand is moving under his sleep shirt, “our sex life,” those long fingers tip-toeing up his smooth, freckled chest teasing his left nipple, ”is never dull,” Jensen moans in response, tipping his head to expose more of his neck to Jared’s wondering lips, enjoying the scratch of his short beard.
“I thought you were sleeping the next three days.”
Jared answers by removing his hand and taking the phone, placing it on the nightstand, then straddling his husband's thick thighs and starts nibbling along the other side of Jensen’s sensitive neck, working his way to his slightly raised claim mark, flattening his tongue and licking it feels Jensen sliding his hands up his back finding a grip in his shortened hair, unhappy about how much he’s cut off for Walker, unable to tangle his thick fingers into the soft tresses like he used to, something that always drives his boy wild.
Finding a purchase, he pulled hard, making Jared gasp, and tugged until his head back was the perfect angle for him to run his tongue across those candy pink lips, teasing the seam for him to open, granting him access and Jensen teased, alternating between caressing Jared’s tongue with his and sucking on his lips.
Moaning, Jared rocks his hips, seeking friction, and breaks their kiss long enough to work Jensens' sleep shirt off, wrestling with it before tossing it off the bed as Jensen’s lips attack his neck desperately.
A signal taps to his thigh, then Jensens rolls them and kneels between his sleep pant-clad legs as Jared, knowing what his mate wants, reaches up to grip the strategically placed bar in their custom headboard with both hands, pecs flexing in anticipation of what’s to come.
Not breaking eye contact, Jensen bends forward, stopping a hair's breadth from Jared’s lips, and slowly slides backward, caressing the acres of golden skin beneath him using only his warm breath, paused to hook his fingers in the pants waistband pulling them with him as he continues journeying south.
He slowly makes his way back, leaving wet, open-mouth kisses along those extra long, muscular legs he loves, sucking on the inside of both thighs and biting down hard enough to leave marks before arriving at his designated stop. He hasn’t touched Jared’s beautiful cock, yet it’s fully engorged and vigorously leaking on his flat stomach.
Jensen ran his tongue over the quivering skin, lapping up precome. He loved how sweeter than salty Jared tasted made him roll his hips, rubbing Jensen’s teasing tongue along his dribbling slit, wanting those plump lips wrapped around his velvety cockhead. Taking the hint, Jensen rests his head on Jared’s lower stomach and sucks on it.
Jared wants to let go of the bar but doesn’t. Instead makes nonsensical noises as his toes curl up at the mixed sensations of his mates' silky beard tickling his lower regions while suckling on his cockhead, alternately swirling his tongue over the sensitive nerves underneath and through his slit.
After all these years, Jared’s still amazed at Jensen’s knowledge of his body and his ability to keep him on edge for however long he’s in the mood to play.
“Jen..pleeeease..need to cum..fu..need it so fucking..ugh...fuuuckk...Alpha!”
Raising on a forearm, Jensen starts bobbing up and down his shaft, pausing on each low pass to work his throat open, taking Jared further in until his mate's substantial cockhead is in his throat swallows, and Jared’s knot begins inflating, pushing his mouth open wider and cuts off his breathing.
Letting the knot pop out from between his plump lips, Jensen wraps a hand firmly around it and starts vigorously bobbing, drawing out a litany of obscene noises, feels Jared’s balls drawing up and backs off till only the head in his mouth fills it with sweet, thick nectar swallows hears Jared hiss, too sensitive for anymore pulls off kissing the tip one last time. With enough energy, he crawls up the bed, faceplants on his pillow.
“Dude, you’ve finally sucked out my last brain cell.”
Purring deep in his chest, Jensen turns, giving Jared a self-satisfied smirk that made him mutter, “I wasn’t trying to give you a bigger head.”
Rolling onto his side Jensen displays his turgid cock, “okay, he’s the bigger head,” Jared concedes, reaching down runs his fingers over the weeping tip to wet them before firmly gripping Jensen’s pulsing thickness, hand rubbing up and down excruciatingly slow.
“So,” his honeyed voice lowers an octave while watching Jensen dissolve into a breathy mess, “how does he want me?”
Jensen opens his mouth to answer when a ringing phone makes him growl and, glancing over his shoulder, says, “Not mine.”
“It’s the clinic. Why would they call us on a holiday?”Jared let go of Jensen's cock and sat up against the headboard listening before his wondrous smile appeared.
“Our surrogate is pregnant!”
Jared practically bounced on the bed like a kid on a sugar high and began discussing what came next. Jensen feels his erection diminish, gets up, heads into the bath, turns on the shower, and leans against a wall, forehead resting on crossed arms and letting the hot water flow over his back.
He knows he should be elated-his mate has hopefully sired a pup (or pups), and the possibility of propagating himself again.
Instead, he’s seized up in conflict.
***
After that god-awful argument last October, he ended up at Josh’s. His brother confessed his mate, and he was seeing a counselor because they were having marital issues, too, and spent the night drinking and reflecting. The following day Jensen came home to an angry because he didn’t know where the fuck he was all night, husband.
After telling him about his talk with his brother, Jared seemed somewhat mollified but a few nights later.
Walker star Jared Padalecki was arrested near the anniversary of the Stereotype bar altercation.
· Jared Padalecki was arrested again in Austin, Texas, early Sunday morning on one count of public intoxication.
When he got released, Jared sat Jensen down, pleading with him to sit in on his next therapy session, saying they couldn’t keep going on like this; it was tearing him apart. He wants..no..needs Jensen to completely open up, stop trying to protect him, and discuss what’s happening in his head.
Jared’s therapist started by informing them he wasn’t a marriage counselor. Still, after a discussion with Jared, they knew the situation had an apparent detrimental impact on his mental health.
They listened to them separately, then together, about their observations and thoughts on each other’s behaviors and came up with a hypothesis: Jared’s inner wolf had an attraction to this Omega they’d encountered, and since this was the first time he’d shown interest to any female since mating, Jensen, and his wolf, was envious.
Jensen outright objected, pointing out that yes, he could be possessive of Jared as any other mate would, and yes, he also found her attractive because, well, okay, she’s more his preference of a female but was most definitely not envious since they prefer different types, look at their ex-wives.
The therapist raised an eyebrow and said, “not anymore.”
Jensen opened and closed his mouth several times, unable to find an appropriate response, said something about motherfucking psycho-babble, and slammed out the front door.
***
Lost in thought, Jensen didn’t notice his husband stepping into the shower stall until his considerable frame was blocking the water turns and found himself leaning against the wall trapped between Jared’s large hands as he gazed into his spring-colored eyes that captured his mate's heart the moment their eyes met years ago.
“Hey, no matter what happens next, we’re good.”
***
December 16th
Jared was sitting in his chair chatting with Lindsey and Keegan while the crew was finishing setting up for the next scene and felt his phone vibrate. He didn’t recognize the number but excused himself to answer privately. There was visible tension in the big Alpha's shoulders that caught his co-stars' attention.
“Hey, everything okay?” Lindsay asked
“Umm...I’m not sure. Need to make another call,” Jared said, waving the phone, “let us know if you need anything, okay.” Keegan says, and Jared nods while pulling up another number. “Hey, Clif, I need a favor.”
***
Clif pulled the SUV into the parking lot of the old motel in a questionable, rundown area of Austin while Jared looked around and asked, “are you sure this is the right place?”
“This is the place the guy mentioned,” Clif replied, getting out and heading for the office. A couple of minutes later, “the manager said to try the laundry out back,” started the vehicle, drove to the rear of the property, got out again, and knocked on the building's door. An older Hispanic woman answered, engaging him in a brief conversation before stepping back inside.
Clif nodded to Jared, and as he got out of the vehicle, the scent of orange blossoms mixed with spices hit him seconds before the door reopened, and the person they'd spent days searching for froze in the doorway upon seeing him.
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December 22nd
Thanking his driver, Jensen claimed out with his carry-on bag and walked up the front stone pathway, relieved to be home after his hopefully final costume fitting for his role as Soldier Boy.
He had been flying back and forth every week from LA for the last couple of months, had gotten old quickly, and was planning on enjoying Christmas at home.
His in-laws were coming to stay for a few days, as were Danneel and their pups. Josh said he was still planning to drop by a few hours after Christmas Day since he and Mac were scheduled to spend most of the holiday with their parents.
Jensen felt that mixture of anger and sadness he got thinking about his parents. They raised their offspring in the church's beliefs and though he never believed in it, respected their choices.
Too bad they couldn’t reciprocate.
***
Alan and Donna Ackles belonged to an ultra-conservative church that touted the foundations of child-rearing from the book, and in the Ackles household, spare the rod, spoil the child, was a gospel that fit their viewpoints since neither was the physically or emotionally demonstrative type, only offering a reserved affection.
The saving grace of the Ackles children was their Beta nanny, who gave them unconditional love, especially Jensen, who was shy as a child, already knowing he was different from his siblings. The Beta instilled confidence in them to discover who they were and encouraged Jensen to come out before moving to California.
Shortly after graduating, he told his family he was bisexual, and his boyfriend was moving to L.A. too. Alan and Donna try to stop him, insisting he goes to their pastor and confesses his transgressions, begging forgiveness for his sins against the church and its teachings.
When Jensen declined, they threatened to pull the agreed-upon six-month financial support while he auditioned for parts. He refused, packed up what would fit into his car, and left with his boyfriend. His first break came shortly after arriving, and Jensen quickly learned Hollywood didn’t care what his sexual orientation was as long as he kept it behind closed doors.
His management agency would set him up on dates to events with many up-and-coming female artists of the time for publicity, which wasn’t a problem playing along when he wasn’t dating a woman.
Jensen bounced around doing guest roles before joining Day of Our Lives for three years, then onto a few others before testing for Sam Winchester in a new series created by Eric Kripke. The moment he met former Gilmore Girls heartthrob Jared Padalecki and he flashed his incredible color-shifting eyes, easy smile, and dimples in his direction, Jensen knew he was gone for anyone else.
It’s easy to see where Jared’s personality comes from. His Om, Sherrie, is overly affectionate, excessively physical, and verbal with everyone she considers family, biological or not. The first time he accompanied Jared home on a holiday break, Jensen ended up bowled over by the five-foot-nothing Omega and instantly became part of her brood.
He might not have his biological parents anymore, but his now in-laws, the complete opposite of the Ackles, helped make that gaping hole smaller.
***
Barley getting the front door open, Jensen’s struck with the scent of orange blossoms and spices he couldn’t quite place.
Dropping his luggage in the foyer, he follows the scent further into the house as Arlo sits near the large picture windows facing the backyard where he and Koda were napping, gets up, and crosses over to greet him.
Rubbing around his ears as he liked asks, “where’s daddy at?” He thought Jared was supposed to be in a meeting with Anne Fricke, headed towards the kitchen where the scent seemed to be coming from, “babe, is that coffee shop you love with back open, what’s it called? The house smells like those sweet rolls you’re obsessed with,” he abruptly stopped and blinked not believing what was in front of him.
More accurately, whose standing in front of him.
“Babe is on a call; dinner will be ready in twenty.”
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?”
tbc
Part IV
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