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impala1967dwinchester · 1 year

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Jensen Ackles- New Girl

Pairing: Jensen x Mrs.Ackles, Jensen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Home Wreaker, cheating, married and cheating, scandalous, almost getting caught, feelings, accidentally being a home wrecker, therapist, implied smut, roughness.

Summary: Being Jensen's secretary comes with a very odd relationship. One that Jensen seems perfectly fine with.

WC- 2.9k

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers

Main Master List // Jensen A. Master List

"I need you in my office in five," Jensen said to me over the speaker from the landline. Five minutes was a long enough time for him to change from being pissed off and ready to blow off steam on yelling at me. His words echoed in my mind.

I'd been working with Jensen for the past 6 months. Everything was cosher until the workload got harder, and the stress on Jensen got worse. When he had hired me, it was "Yes, sir", and "Yes, Mr. Ackles right away Mr. Ackles." But now it wasn't anything but a few words to me every day. The office was bleak and so was Mr. Ackles's attitude.

I hadn't the slightest clue as to what was truly ever going on with my boss. You'd think that I would, I'd hear gossip or find something out, but that was never the case. He was so damn secretive about nearly everything.

Five minutes never seemed so fast. I bumped my leg, my heel ever so slightly hitting the carpet floor. I kept my eyes on the right lower corner of my computer screen. Watching the clock tick by. You could say that this was a waste of time and you might be right. You could say that I could be working on something, but it would be worthless especially if I knew that was where this was going.

Mr. Ackles only ever called me into his office, when he was going to fuss and yell at me. He was a great employer when he was 'a nice' employer. There is always something about him coming back from lunch with his wife.

Something about his wife made him furious. No matter what he'd come in guns blazing and a few moments later he'd call me in. I realized at the start of my employment what it really meant when he called me into his office.

I was a paid therapist at those times. He vented to me about his wife, and how he wish 'I could somehow get out of this ridiculous relationship.' I slide the wheeled chair back, shaking the bravery onto my face as I went into the lion's dens. I let my heels glide me over to his door, knocking only once.

"Come in." It was quick and cold. Not loud and robust like I expected to come through the door. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Mr.Ackles had taken off his dress jacket it was laying around the edge of his chair, and had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. A look that would nearly have me at my knees if he was anyone else.

He was my boss, and yes we had an odd relationship when it came to me coming into his office, but I couldn't and wouldn't think of my boss as a hot older gentleman. It would go against everything I believed in, and for starters, you can't be in love with your boss.

"Mr.Ackles," I said, from here I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I was never truly sure what sort of plans came into his head while he waited in his office for me.

Would today be another day of wasting hours of listening to him come to the same conclusion that he hated his wife? That he wished for something and someone different in his life. With Mr. Ackles being the head of his company, I think it was rather hard to deal with everything that came with running a business and treating your life like you were walking on eggshells.

I had only met his wife once. Slightly orange hair that was longer than mine, tall and demanding behavior as she walked into the halls. On the prowl for her husband, searching through rooms and halls. Until she came to my desk. Now, this was at the very being of my employment. She gave me a rather snotty look, before looking me up and down and scoffing. "Hello, may I help you?" I was still new to the job and new ways of being a secretary. With a roll of her eyes, and a hand placed on her hip. "I'm here for my husband. I'm Mrs. Ackles" She said.

I rang her husband and heard the saddest sigh ever over the phone. A sigh of disappointment, sadness. I'm not sure what was sad, the yelling made the conversation hard to listen to. She came out speed walking down the hallway. "You can fuckin' deal with him." and with that, she had never walked back into the office.

"Mr. Ackles. I can sit down if you need me to." I said softly. I never wanted to yell, for too many reasons but one of them. Was simply because I wasn't like his wife. He had yet to look up at me from his desk, his eyes cast down on the wood pattern. I took a moment and waited for some sort of something to come out of his mouth.

I moved further into his office. Closing the door behind me, and walking past the chair that was laid out for people. I stood next to the side of his desk, hopping up onto the desk. My legs were crossed and my skirt rose up on my thighs. My skin showing off, and not on purpose. "I'm here, whatever you need Mr. Ackles," I said softly again. You don't need to rush him.

"It's Jensen, Y/n." He said finally, but his gaze was looking down at his wooden desk. I reached out, "Okay, Jensen. Can we talk about what happened?" I said. My hand landed on his shoulder blade. I felt him shiver at the touch I swallowed thickly. Worried that maybe I had crossed a line, an invisible line. He moved under my touch my hand slipping from his shoulder blade and made into my own lap. Jensen was leaning into his big office chair, but it wasn't big enough.

I tried to come up with some words, but sometimes silence is better. "You know she's always so worried that I'm fucking you." Jensen said, my first inticst was to ask why, ask how she had come up with a conclusion like that. "I can't tell if she's saying I'm fucking you over, or she truly thinks that I'm fucking you." My hand came up to my hair fingers running thorugh it. Worry was written on my face. I could feel it, and I knew that Mr. Ackles could see it.

"Why would she think that, sir?" I asked. Jensen looked over me, and for the time I noticed something I had never seen before. Freckles, that were littering his cheeks, and nose. If I had the time I'd count and recount them every day. I shook my head trying desperately to get out of my own thoughts. "I'm not sure, maybe she is jealous of just how much time we spend together? Maybe she is jealous of how pretty you are?" Jensen said. My heart quickened in my chest I swear he could hear it.

"I'm not as beautiful as she is though. She shouldn't worry about me, I'm nothing in comparison to her." I said quickly, say only what is right to say, not what you feel in this type of satin. I didn't realize just how close I had gotten myself to Mr. Ackles. Not even more then a arms length away from each other.

God, I had never realized how good he smelt. His cologne was everywhere in this room, about him was like a drug. The closer Jensen and I got the more my heart raced in my chest. "Maybe I should just do what my wife is accusing me of doing. Maybe I should let myself take what I want after all these months." He said. It was loud and clear. "Maybe I should just drag you over my desk and fuck you raw, like my wife thinks." Jensen said. My mouth was left gapping open.

All sorts of thoughts ran throw my head before I felt the softest touch on my exposed skin. I looked down to see a giant hand nearly wrapping around my thigh. "I'm sure she... I'm sure she doesn't think you're doing anything like that with me, Mr. Ackles." I muttered. "Why because I'm your boss?" Mr. Ackles asked. I was chewing at my lip. Thinking about how to get out of this. Jensen seemed perfectly fine with having his hand wrapped around my thigh.

"Yes," I whispered as I continued to look down at his hand on my thigh. His fingers moved, squeezing at my flesh. if I was smarter, if I didn't want this I would have moved already, but at last, I'm still sitting here on his desk, with his fingers playing at my flesh.

"So, are you saying you wouldn't love me to fuck you with my fingers?" Jensen hinted. My words weren't working, and neither was my mouth as I tried and failed to come up with something to say to Mr. Ackles. There could be a thousand things that happen. We could get caught, he could fire me after everything because he realized that he fucked up, or he... we could continued whatever this new relationship is.

"How about you just relax and come here," Jensen said pointing towards the center of the desk. He pushed a few things out of the way and made room for me. I didn't move at first too scared that if I did, everything that had been said in the small space would prove untrue. He waited until he grew impatient. "Come now, I promise you," Jensen said softly, reaching out his hand so I could take it. I hopped down from the desk with his help before moving in front of him. Jensen moved back in the office chair, the wheels helping move him back to give me room to hop onto the desk once again.

Once again I was sitting at his desk. I tried to cross my legs, but Jensen stopped that. Pinning them instead next to each of his thighs. My heels dug into the office chair as I realized how exposed I was to him. "Look at you, doing so good for me." Jensen praised me, his words felt like smooth honey rolling down my back. Making me relax more into his touch.

"I noticed that you shut the door behind you when you came in," Jensen commented, I turned to look at the door. I bit my lips before turning back around and looking down at him. "Did you do that on purpose? Did you think that something was going to happen?" Jensen questioned me. I shook my head, not trusting how my words might come out.

"You'll have to answer me sooner or later, don't go forgetting you work me now Y/n." Jensen said, as he brought his hands further up my legs. Caging me in with his body, as I caged him in with my legs. "You know I should have seen it beforehand." He continued. "You're always so sweet to me, letting me ramble on about how shitty of a relationship I have with my wife. I bet you wanted to take advantage of that. Did you want to take advantage of your boss huh?" Jensen questioned me. I shook my head. "Oh you poor sweet thing." Jensen teased. I swallowed hard, as I wondered how faar he would elt this go.

"Are you worried we might get caught?" He asked. For the first time, my words came tumbling out of my mouth with no regard for how small or timid they might sound. "Yes, I'm afraid we might get caught," I whispered. "Oh no sweetheart. We won't get caught because you're going to be real quiet." He said encouruaging me to agree with him. "wuiet?" I asked. "Yeah, quiet. So I can fuck you." Jensen said.

His fingers twitching as they got closer and closer to my waist. "Mr. Ackles, don't you think this has gone to far. I wouldn't wanna upset.." i was shushed by Jensen. One finger coming up to brush up agasint my lips. My attention had drawn out and began to focus on his long pointer finger. I felt my eyes cross as I looked down the bridge of my nose.

"Like I said Y/n, it's Jensen. Frankly, I don't give a shit what Mrs. Ackles thinks. Unless you care about whatever boy toy you've got waiting for you at home? If you have any boy toy waiting for you at all." Jensen said. "No I don't have anyone waiting for me at home," I said quietly. Thinking and reminding myself just lonely I indeed was. this job was everything that I had. It was the most interaction I had with anyone in a while now. I didn't have a shit ton of girlfriends, so there wasn't much of leaving the house and getting shit-faced drunk before rushing back home for work on Monday morning. I didn't have a boyfriend that was excepting me back home after my work day ended. I didn't even have an animal that I took care of.

Mr. Ackles was my life in an odd and obsessive way.

"Y/n come back to my baby. I know you must feel lonely, and I can fix that for you." He said, his hand turning and cupping my cheek. "But you've got to keep it our little secret." He said eyes big, not willing to open up to anyone or anything. This was the closest we had to trusting each other.

"Okay," I said. It was simple. Saying it was simple, but what happening was far from simple. It was what you read in fantasy novels or romance novels. "Good," he said before he was leaning in,. I melted as he got closer to my touch. Excitement was running through my bones, and I breathed in one last time before his lips were on mine.

I had expected something different. With Jensen's rough exterior, I was expecting the same as how he would kiss or touch me. Everything led to something new that I was discovering. His lips were plump and soft when they came in contact with mine. He was cradling my cheek, there wasn't an ounce of pressure behind any movement he made.

There was no tongue that came busting into my mouth. Nothing forced, as Jensen's lips came lifting off my mine. "Now, that wasn't too bad was it?" he asked me. There was a twinge in his eyes, something had shifted in him as he kissed me. I could feel just how hot my face was. Just how much the blush had covered over my face.

"Aren't you just a cutie?" Jensen teased as he left my immediate space. I shook my head, "Mr. Ackles..." I tried to say but was stopped by a strong arched brown looking back at me. "It's Jensen dearie." He said but urged me to continue. "Jensen are you gonna touch me soon?" I asked, my words of course are timid, but enough to make him laugh.

A heavy, deep laugh from the bottom of his stomach. "Are you getting a little frustrated with how sweet I'm being with you?" He questioned me. "Hmm" Humming, I took a deep breath, and leaned into him. Kissing him deeply, all while I let my finger roam around him.

Undoing the buttons of his collared shirt, my hands glided over the white tank top covering his warm skin. "Can you take this off?" I asked innocently. "Of course anything for you." He said leaning back and stripping from the collared shirt and the tank top. Warm-toned skin came into view. Abs that weren't super toned were definitely there to be seen. I let my hands do whatever they wanted to do. Grazing over his skin down to meet the ridge of his dress slacks. Playing ever so slightly with the belt that held them nicely on his hips.

"No, not yet dearie." He said swatting my hands away from his belt. "You already got something, now why don't we make it fair and you lose some more clothing." He commented. I bit my lip and blinked a few times before reaching for my blouse. "Do you want the pleasure?" I asked him dragging the motion out. He didn't think too hard and for too long. His fingers took over control of my blouse. Undoing all of the buttons until the only thing that was left was my bralette. A dark purple that hung nicely to my skin tone.

"Purple? A very naughty color for you to be wearing to work don't you think?" Jensen said as he cupped my breasts in his hands. "I would have never thought about this when I hired you." I shivered at the thought as he continued to play with my breasts through the thin purple lace. "Whatever you say, Jensen." I huffed out. The teasing of his fingers and hands. Warm flesh against warm flesh was wonderful.

"I have all sorts of things planned for your sweet thing," Jensen said before letting his face fall into the valley of my breasts. His lips and mouth teased, licking, and sucking at my skin. My hand came into his hair, a slight pull and tug here and there as I couldn't help but moan at each of his teasing licks.

"What am I going to do with you, Mr. Ackles?" I said through moans of pure enjoyment. Jensen lifted his head, looking up at me through thick lashes. "You aren't sure what you're going to do with me, but I know what I'm going to do with you," Ackles said. Leaning up to kiss me softly.

Completed on: 01/25/2023

Posted on: 01/26/2023

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kickingitwithkirk · 10 months

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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: 3683

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 altered to fit story.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*divider by @writeyourmindaway

*images found online

Part II

One hour later

Jensen sets two sealed cups in the small niche shutting its door and grabs his jacket sliding it on, his inner Alpha purring with satisfaction watching his husband’s fumbling fingers working at a button on his shirt, “Need any help, babe?”

Jared’s all dilated pupils and glowing cheeks above his thick beard, “I’m good, be out in a few.” Jensen leans in for one softer, lingering kiss before locking the door then Jared leans against it, savoring the last vestiges of his oxytocin high.

He can’t stop recalling that mischievous glint in his husbands' luminous green eyes as Jensen slowly licked his plush lips before kissing him stupidly, sinful tongue doing magically delicious things that were probably illegal in twenty states and thick, talented fingers that are capable of many other things.

Shaking himself out of the memory, Jared crossed to the sink and caught his debauched reflection in the mirror. Shit, he can’t be out looking like this.

Turning on the tap catches some running water splashing his face to cool off when his phone starts vibrating in his back pocket. Drying his hands and face, he pulls it out, checking the text. Glancing up, he runs a hand over his thick beard, smoothing it down before leaving the room.

Wholly preoccupied with typing a reply, he rounds the corner heading for the doctor’s office, slamming into a woman and knocking her off her feet; the contents of her bag scatter loudly across the floor.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry!”

From her seated position, she looks up and up, his long legs clad in low riding jeans barely held up by a loosely buckled leather belt, his shirts rucked up with a bit of his treasure trail and toned abs, flanked by the sharp V of his hips peek out.

“FuckI’mfuckingsorryFuckdidn’tfuckingsee….”

Jared, embarrassed, keeps apologizing, laced with fuck every other word, squats down, gathering scattered items, dropping them back into the bag, continuously babbling until the woman bursts out laughing.

“And here I be thinking I said fuck too much,” a subtle lilt in her voice made the word sound like fook instead.

They move around each other, picking up the last of her stuff. As Jared reaches for a scarf, the central air catches a few loose strands of her hair, lightly dancing them across his face inhales her piquant scent eliciting a deep, rumbling purr in his chest, making her peer into his kaleidoscope eyes and watch them bleed red with arousal as her flash gold in response.

Scrambling upright, she hurries away, leaving him holding the scarf; lifting the forgotten fabric, Jared deeply inhaled the trace scent, felt his cock chubbing up the second time that day morosely whined before tucking it into a back pocket and resumed towards the doctor’s office.

Unbeknownst to either party, Dr. Rodgers stood in a doorway, observing their interaction unnoticed.

***

Jensen watches, amused, as his mate sits down with a slight wince and is about to tease him when he abruptly growls, “you stink of Omega!”

At that moment, Dr. Rodgers comes in, saving Jared from responding.

“We’ll get your test results in about two weeks unless we see something that needs further investigation.” He sets a binder before them, opening it to the first page, revealing a dossier and picture.

“Now, the next bit is selecting an egg donor. I’m sure you’re wondering how we select the donors. I rely on a protein compatibility test to narrow prospective candidates, similar to the markers blood test used when matchmaking Alphas and Omegas was the norm.”

“All of our donors are Betas or Omegas, and several of the Betas are willing to be the surrogate too. If you choose to go with an Omega donor, we will have the extra step of selecting a Beta surrogate, but that’s something to discuss later if needed.”

“We also consider your personal preferences in physical traits, personality, etc. I’ll introduce you to the top three that are the best matches. If none work out, we’ll try the next most compatible candidates.” Dr. Rodgers clicks his pen, “Let’s get started, shall we.”

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Flipping off the light switch, Jensen walks out of the bath to find Jared asleep, crosses to his side, admires him, and wonders how he got so lucky to have Jared as his.

Over fifteen years since that life-changing meeting, he was more in love with his best friend, husband, and mate than ever. The ups and downs in their relationship that could have torn them apart made them stronger.

Jensen gently lifted the book Jared had been reading, slid in a bookmark, and sat it on the nightstand turned off the lamp before easing into his side, leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to Jared’s bare shoulder, who only wore bottoms since he always ran warm rolled over, buried his face into Jensen’s neck, snuggling close sleepily, muttering thank you.

“For what, babe?”

“Helping me,” Jared’s warm breath tickled as he spoke. “I know you’ve said you’d have been happy to stop with JJ, but I wanna have pups with you. I want to have that connection you have with Danni and your pups.”

Jensen sighed.

When they’d married in 2017, he’d envisioned what their lives could be, and it didn’t include siring children at almost forty-three years old. He tried to dissuade his husband for several years, taking him on exotic trips and offering scenarios of what else they could do without being tied down.

Jared couldn’t be dissuaded about having pups but was willing to wait until they finished Supernatural, so Jensen changed tactics, saying he didn’t want to be that old dad, the one who got stared at and couldn’t keep up. Jared laughed, saying that was impossible because he was becoming a fucking hot Dilf.

Besides, they knew lots of people having families later. Norman Reedus was fifty when his second pup came, and JDM was almost fifty-two when George was born.

“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll say yes if we find one donor we both agree on. But, if you like one and me another, I’m not doing it.”

“Okay, Jay,” he acquiesced and shifted, laying his head on his shoulder, “we’ll find the one. I can feel it.”

Jensen rested his cheek against the top of his mate's head, worried, unable to fall asleep for ages. How was Jared going to handle this disappointment? It was unavoidable; they had vastly different tastes in females.

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Five days later

7:00 A.M.

Jared was up to mile three of his daily workout on the treadmill in his office. He usually ran outside early morning, but a surprise thunderstorm altered his plans for the day when his phone rang. He dialed the machine down to walking speed to answer.

“Hello, Mr. Page; this is Sissy from Dr. Rodger's office. I’m sorry to be calling so early. He would like you to return for a follow-up about your semen testing.” Jared’s throat tightened, closing off his ability to respond.

He stepped off the machine and sat on the oversized leather couch, “Sorry, I..what time can I come in?”

“We have an opening at 8:45. Will that work?”

“Yes, ma’am, I can be there then.”

“Great, we’ll see you in a bit Mr. Page.”

Jared sat back, not caring he was getting sweat all over the leather started a breathing exercise to calm himself, telling his brain to knock it off. It wasn’t anything significant with how calm Sissy was on the phone.

Ten minutes later, he was still anxious but able to handle it, glanced at his watch, and needed to get his butt in gear to make the appointment.

Walking into their bedroom, he found Jensen softly snoring, crept, grabbed some clean clothes, and headed for the shower. He left a note by the coffee pot saying he had an errand and be back ASAP.

He was pulling into the clinic's parking lot with five minutes to spare, tucked his slightly damp hair into his ever-present beanie, slipped on a mask dashed through the downpour into the clinic.

After being temperature checked, Sissy walked him to the doctor’s office, knocked on the door, opened it, and Jared saw the doctor gesturing for him to come in as he finished his call.

“Hello, Mr. Page. Thank you for coming in. I wanted to review a discrepancy the lab found with your test, and I’ll try not to use too much doctor jargon.” He lay three pages on the table in front of him, a color printout of a sperm DNA strand broke down into segments and the others Jared recognized as chromosome mapping.

“These are part of an Alphas sperm DNA sequencing. Normally, this segment,” he pointed to a circled area on the right page demonstrating a standard sequence, “has a wide band in it. This is your sperm’s DNA, ” he circled a column on the left page of the same segment showing a variant, “which contains a narrow band instead.”

“What does it mean?” Jared asked nervously.

“I looked at your previous testing from 2016, and it was also present back then. And to be honest, I’ve never encountered this variant, so I’d like to consult with a colleague to get their take.” He paused, watching the Alphas' expressions. “Mr. Page, I didn’t ask you to come in to upset you. I keep my clients in the loop if anything unusual occurs with their testing. Now, it’s possibly something genetically unique to you and affects nothing. But I’d like to run a Tunel test. It analyzes your sperm chromatin structure and gives us more information to work with.”

Jared fidgeted, desperately wanting to chew on his fingers, “Umm…okay.”

“Good, it’s not invasive; we need more sperm.”

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Jensen was stumbling around the kitchen with his first cup of coffee when Jared walked in carrying a box from his favorite bakery.

“Those aren’t what I think they are?” Jensen mumbles as Jared sits the box on the counter and opens the lid inhaling the scent of those decadent cinnamon roll goodness before pulling out one and taking a big bite, moaning pornographically.

“Babe, whatever I did to warrant these, remind me to do it again,” Jensen says with his mouthful making Jared’s cock twitch at his mate's obscene noises before he bends down and takes a bite from the other side, earning a warning snarl. “You are so not a morning person.” Jared chided, sliding the box over to retrieve one before sitting at the island bar and tearing off a chunk.

“Wanna share what I can sorta hear rattling around that big head of yours?” Jensen inquires.

Jared chews slowly before answering. “I got a call from the clinic. Something showed up in my test.” Jensen, his roll forgotten, fully alert, sat beside him, freaked.

“Jared, what’s wrong? Are you sick?”

“No, not that I’m aware of,” Jared fiddled with his roll, pulling the rest apart before continuing. “Dr. Rodgers found something off and doesn’t know what it is. He said it’s probably nothing but wanted to run another test to help figure it out.” Jensen didn’t need their bond to sense his anxiety but knew not to say anything until his mate got it out.

“What if it turns out I was the reason Genevieve couldn’t get pregnant? What if I've waited too long? I don't know if I can handle not having pups..”

“Jared, I know you want to go to the worst possible outcome,” Jensens Alpha's voice, though gently used, made him withdraw; then he felt his beanie pulled off, replaced by thick fingers rhythmically stroking through his hair, and beginning to relax him.

“Let’s wait till all the tests are back. If it’s something we'll deal, we always do.”

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August 3rd

“Jay, move your ass! We're going to be late!” Jared bellows from downstairs.

“I’m coming…dammit!” Jensen cursed as he nearly tripped over some boxes left sitting by the bottom step. “You need to get the rest of this shit out of the way; about killed myself again!”

“I’ll stay up tonight moving the rest of this fucking shit if you’ll get a fucking move on!”

Their sniping at each other had worsened with the house renovations barely complete. The former basement guest quarters got relocated to the spacious pool house. It now was Jensen's small, in-home music studio, and the emptied upstairs rooms converted into the eventual nursery/kids' rooms with a Jack and Jill bathroom in between.

They were flying out tomorrow to quarantine before resuming shooting on the eighteenth when the clinic called to say that their tests were back, and Jared didn’t want to wait for the results.

“You better start watching your goddamn language 'cause the last thing we need is for our pups to have a trash mouth like…don’t roll your eyes at me!”

Jared threw his arms up in disgust, storming out to the garage and getting in Jensen’s truck, then drove to the clinic in silence and, after their temperature check, was escorted to the doctor’s office.

“Mr. Bonham, Mr. Page, it a pleasure to see you. Please have a seat.” They sit next to each other, not touching. “Is there something wrong, gentleman?”

“Why do you ask?” Jensen barks, “Fuck man, don’t be rude!” Jared bit back, earning a glare that made most sane people flee from Jensen.

“Gentleman, no need to fight. It may surprise you, but I see a lot of hostility between my clients. I’m sure the added stress of the quarantine while trying to start a family puts your Alpha instincts more on edge, is it not?”

Jensen sighed, “I’m sorry, sir, I was raised better.”

Jared apologetically smiled, “I’m sorry too, sir, and you’re right.”

“I’ve been doing this for a long time and understand the situation from your side. My wife and I had trouble conceiving. We ended up having two sets of twins within three years. Now that’s stress.”

Jensen blinked, “And I thought mine were a handful.”

“They are a blessing, but honestly, it’s an absolute madhouse at times,” Dr. Rodgers laughed. “Right, let’s get back to you two,” he taped on a tablet, “Mr. Bonham, everything looks good. You are in the top percentile regarding mobility and live sperm count for your age group. One of the advantages of being an Alpha, unlike us poor Betas who diminish with age.”

“Mr. Page, I also have your results and that Tunel test, which revealed something..unique.” Jared's eyes widened, and he paled, breath hitching, and his stomach spasticity tightened, making him want to vomit.

Jensen was out of his chair and, utilizing his Alpha strength turned Jared toward him, knelt between his legs, and reached up to grasp his face, forcing him to stare at him. “Hey Jared, concentrate on me,” he held his husband's gaze, “I need you to breathe with me.”

After a few minutes, their breathing cinches up, and Jensen physically feels him relaxing, “there we go, big guy, welcome back.”

Jared nodded, cheeks flushed in embarrassment, “it wasn’t that bad. I want you to focus on breathing for me, babe.” Dr. Rodgers set a water bottle before him, “do you need me to get you anything else?”

“No, he’ll be fine, thank you,” Jensen answers, getting up and watching Jared drain half the bottle, “he’s usually more aware of these attacks, but since the damn lockdowns..” Jensen shook his head in disgust and retook his chair.

“We’re heading to Vancouver tomorrow to finish our sh..job before his new one starts in October. I guess it’s hitting us both that it’s our last trip.”

“Mr. Ackles, you can say show.” Jared and Jensen stare at him in surprise.

“My daughters are fans, and I know more about the Winchester brothers than a man my age should.” Dr. Rodgers ruminates, “Mr. Page, if you are ready for me to continue?” Jared nodded as Jensen wrapped both of his hands around his free one.

“After I received the results, I spoke with a specialist in Alpha genetics. They looked at all your tests and came back with a conclusion I’ve never heard of before.” The doctor laid a printout on the desk, “This is a visual aid to help me explain.”

“Chemoattactants are what a female’s egg releases to attract the sperm to it. You know how it works from there; sperm meets egg, sperm penetrates the egg, and viola, fertilization. Alphas sperm has evolved to inseminate all three sub-genders, whereas male Omegas sperm is sterile since they possess both reproductive organs but only need to utilize one.”

The doctor sets all three of Jared’s tests and the standard example on his desk for them to see, “the chromatin structure you carry, Mr. Page,” he points to the highlighted section, “has altered so that the eggs of Alphas and Betas are chemorepellent to your sperm, rejecting fertilization.”

Jared sat still-shocked, blankly staring at the results lying before him, vaguely feeling Jensen reaching across their bond again. He could hear Jensen's hesitant inquiry does this means he’s infertile, like he’s standing across a chasm.

“It’s why you could not conceive with your previous Beta spouse, and no medical intervention is available to help you.” Jared is numb and vaguely registers the doctor's voice. His dreams of little Padackle pups scampering around their home had figuratively been salt and burned. In the recesses of his mind, he’s aware of the conversation around him, but the longer it goes on, the more his brain tunes out.

~~~

The first thing Jared became aware of was fingertips caressing his face, softly wiping away wetness off his dampened cheeks. Slowly blinking, a blurry figure comes into focus.

Jensen is sitting in front of him.

More accurately, he’s sitting cross-legged between his splayed legs on the floor, making him frown as more senses come back online.

How did he end up with his back against the desk instead of the chair now off to his right? “I don’t..what happened? I was looking at the results, heard you asking, then nothing.”

“You passed out,” Jensen answers in his rough, Dean voice, “and scared the ever-living shit out of me! When your eyes rolled back into that big head of yours, I thought you were having an aneurysm!” Jared opens his mouth, “Be quiet!” Jensen’s Alpha overrides his normal voice, “you are completely stressed out, and it’s fucking with you! You had to add pushing for pups on top of,” counting off on his fingers, “this fucking quarantine shutting down Supernatural, keeping our businesses afloat, getting Walker going, ending up hospitalized. It's no wonder you couldn’t handle the doctor's explanation.”

“Explanation of what?” Jared Alpha lashes back, leaning into Jensen’s space with flashing red eyes, “that I’m infertile, sterile, shooting blanks..”

Jensen’s normally warm green eyes bleed into a fierce red, “shut that fucking mouth, or I swear I’ll deck you.”

Jared’s mouth snapped shut in surprise.

They had gotten into many arguments over the years and got in each other’s faces a few times, but this was a first. Jensen had never, ever threatened physical harm.

Well, somewhat that time, Misha’s malicious innuendo set him off during a panel, then stupidly went at him again afterward. Jensen gave him a shove ordering him, as his Alpha mate, to cool off before he had to intervene.

Jensen’s jaw ticked as he mentally counted to ten, “Dr. Rodgers said that you couldn’t impregnate another Alpha or Beta, right?”

“Right.”

“The part you zoned out is that your sperm will fertilize an Omega’s eggs.”

Sighing heavily, Jensen crawls over a leg to sit against the desk, watching Jared pull his legs up, wrapping his arms around them, resting his chin on his knees, processing this information, and began gently rubbing his back.

They had mutually agreed on a Beta donor, but now this problem threw a wrench in their plans.“Maybe this is a sign we’re rushing into this again. Let’s take a step back and consider all our options,” he stopped, feeling Jared’s muscles stiffen under his hand.

“I’m not considering anything else, and I’m not stopping.”

“Wait, what?”

Jared lifted his head, “I realize this isn’t what you want, so don’t worry, I’m not gonna hold you to our agreement.”

When Jared spoke in that tone, Jensen knew that was it, end of the discussion, mind made up, “I’m going to find Dr. Rodgers and see if he’s willing to help me. If you want to leave, go to Uber.

“Fuck!” Jensen closed his eyes and thumped his head against the desk, knowing he had screwed up, and there was only one way to make it right.

***

If he had to, Jensen would’ve begged Jared to let him stay, admitting he was wrong and being open to an Omega as the donor. Jared wasn’t appeased but still relieved his husband didn’t take the out he’d given him.

The three candidates they met with were intelligent, attractive, lovely-scented O’s in their twenties that any Alpha looking for a mate would seriously consider. They all left Jensen wanting something more.

“I like aspects of all three. But honestly, babe, I’m not feeling it with any of them.”

“Maybe you’ve reached that stage where you’re looking for more substance, less aesthetic.”

“Did you just call me old?”

Before Jared responds, Dr. Rodgers enters, “Mr. Bonham, I surmise from your expression that you found none of the candidates suitable.”

“It’s not that I don’t like them. There wasn’t a..”

“Connection, that’s normal. Just because you're an Alpha doesn’t mean you want to knot every Omega who crosses your path,” he says, peering at his watch.

“We’re at the end of our appointment, but I have one more donor I’d like you to meet. She doesn’t exactly fit your physical preferences Mr. Page, but this omega is special. And she’s willing to be the surrogate too.”

The doctor opens the door, and the O’s unique piquant scent envelops them before entering.

“Mr. Page, Mr. Bonham…this is Quinn.”