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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You: Worst Nightmare

Summary: Jensen's worst nightmare is about to come true...

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Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: language, heavy mentions of injury/blood/car accident

A/N: The agnst is strong...

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Shouting woke you up. Very loud, very upset shouting. You blinked, slowly turning your head and finding the world was upside down. There was something to your left, something bent and the smell of metal and blood in the air made your nose twinge.

Then you remembered you were in the car. Driving on the highway to the brewery to grab some pizza and a few beers to bring home for dinner. You turned and touched the metal panel, the front of the car or part of the roof was your guess, now smack dab in the center console and cutting you off from the other side.

“Jay,” you croaked out. The shouting stopped and you squeezed your eyes shut. “Jensen. I’m okay.”

“Y/N,” he said as you remembered him shoving a hand in front of your chest. 

“Please tell me you’re in one piece,” you whispered.

“Yeah, I-I think so. Y-You?”

“I think so too,” you said, putting a hand on the roof below you, the windshield caved in, passenger door looking like a crumbled piece of paper. “Jay, I’m stuck in here.”

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I think it’s just bumps and bruises,” you said. “Can you move?”

“No,” he said quietly, not saying another word.

“Are you hurt?” He didn’t respond and you hit the panel between you. “Hey! Are you hurt?”

“I’m okay.”

“Dammit, tell me the truth.”

“My arm is cut up some but I’m okay. I can’t…fuck I can’t get out either.” He slapped the metal piece between you and you shushed him. “Y/N-“

“Relax honey. Sh, relax. I’m right here. I’m gonna be okay and you’re gonna…be okay…it’s going to be just fine. Just…just do your breathing that Ray showed you when you get anxious okay? It’ll…be okay,” you said, pressing your hand against your bleeding leg. “Shit.”

“You sound hurt,” he breathed out. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m uh, bleeding from my thigh. It’s not gushing so it couldn’t have been anything too bad, right?” you tried to joke, Jensen slamming against the panel again. “It’s not that deep. Also I’m pretty sure I have pizza in my hair.”

“What?” 

“Yeah. I hope you like the smell of marinara cause that’s gonna take forever to wash out,” you said, trying to leverage yourself against the roof of the car. “Now’s as good a time as any to tell you this.”

“Tell me what?” he asked quietly. “Are you-”

“Led Zeppelin sucks and I cannot believe you have so many of their original records. Don’t even get me started on your infatuation with fucking country music. I hate country music and I think it’s time I put my foot down and ban it from the house. What do you say?” you said, squeezing your palm hard over your leg.

He let out a quiet huff of air that was akin to a dry laugh. 

“I say you’re trying to distract me which either means you’re seriously fucked up over there and not telling me or you’re trying to keep me from having a panic attack by falsely insulting my music. So-”

“Hey, I do not like country as much as you and those are facts.”

“I know you don’t yet you listen to it for me,” he said, realizing for the first time it was still playing on the radio. “Imagine if you had to die listening to music you hated.”

“I’d live out of pure spite,” you said, Jensen chuckling a little. “I promise it’s the later. Trust me. If it were bad, I’d be asking you all sorts of shit about Dee so we can shit talk your music choices in the afterlife.”

He laughed for a split second, grunting loudly and making your heart race. “Yeah, you’re okay. Or not actively dying at least.”

“Not doing that. On the negative, everything hurts but positive side, I smell like pizza and beer, two of your favorite things.”

“Always got those silver linings,” he said as you heard sirens in the distance. “Y/N?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“You know how I said my arm was cut up?” he said, swallowing thickly. The pit in your stomach dropped, eyes closing.

“How bad is it?” you whispered.

“Bad enough I wrapped my belt around my arm to stop the bleeding.”

“Be honest. Please,” you said, wishing you could do something, anything. The silence was deafening, his labored inhale the only indication that he was still awake. “How bad?”

“There’s a piece of metal sticking out of my forearm. Pretty sure it sliced through the veins in there judging by the amount of blood.” You fought back tears, taking a shaky breath. “I’m really cold and tired. But I’m gonna stay awake-”

“Write me a song. Write me a fucking country song right now,” you said, forcing your eyes open. “What’s the melody?”

“Uh, what?” he asked. “Y/N, I’m-”

“I know what you’re saying and you can stay up until dawn even when you’re exhausted when you’re working on music so you write me a damn song right now and stay the fuck awake,” you croaked out. 

“Well I need a banjo in there because I know that’s your favorite,” he teased, car doors slamming nearby. 

“You’re a dickhead,” you said, Jensen chuckling. “Alright, banjo. What else?”

“Violin and a cello somehow. You fucking love the sound of-” 

“Him first!” you shouted when you saw some boots in front of you, quickly watching them jog to his side of the car.

“Oh shit,” one of the responders said and with that, your heart truly sank, unsure if it would ever come back up.

They’d gotten Jensen out of the car first and carted off by the time you had a makeshift bandage around your thigh. Something felt off with your leg and several hours and a surgery later, your foot was in a cast. But when you woke up in post-op, Jensen wasn’t there, a nurse telling you he was still in the operation room.

So now all you could do was sit in a room in the ICU, staring out the glass door, praying you saw Jensen. It felt like the longest twenty three minutes of your life.

You shot straight up in bed when you saw a sleepy looking Jensen getting stopped in a bed outside your door.

“Whoa. I want to stay in the hot girl’s room,” he murmured, winking lazily at you. Yeah, he was definitely hopped up on something, his right arm wrapped and wrapped and wrapped in a thick mass of bandages. 

“Let’s leave her alone,” said the nurse behind the bed, pushing him forward again, making him shout. She froze, Jensen staring in your room, shaking his head out.

“That’s my wife. I want to be with her.” The nurse sighed, Jensen’s face falling. “Please,” he whispered, voice cracking.

“You can see her in a minute, I promise,” she said, pushing him along. You waited exactly four minutes before slamming the nurse button over and over, one entering your room, giving you an annoyed glare.

“You should be sleeping,” she said. “You need to rest.”

“My husband is on the other side of this wall and last time I saw him he was bleeding out so I think a five minute field trip is more than fair-”

“He’s asleep like you should be.” You stared her down, the nurse eventually relenting. “Just stay there.” She left and returned after three minutes, shoving an ipad in your hand. “We used these during the pandemic. You can facetime him for a few minutes but then you both need sleep.”

She tapped a number and a split second later, Jensen’s beat up face appeared on screen.

“Well if ain’t the hot girl calling me from her bed,” he teased, the nurse rolling her eyes and leaving. “Are you alone?”

“Yeah. How are you?” you asked. He held up his injured arm and sighed. “You’re alive and that’s what matters.”

“I’m going to need physical therapy again. Months to recover and rebuild the muscle in my forearm. I already know it. You too with that foot of yours.” He rested his head against his pillow. “What about that cut on your leg?”

“Just gotta lay off it for a bit. It’s the same leg as my broken foot so that’ll be easy.” You both just stared at each other for a moment, a mess of bruises and small cuts littering your skin. “We’ll get through this.”

“I know.” He glanced down, closing his eyes. “I didn’t realize I was bleeding so bad until you made me calm down by insulting one of the best bands in history. You saved my neck.”

“That only happened because you put your arm in front of me. It could have been so much worse and-”

“Silly girl,” he murmured, slowly forcing his eyelids open, a softness to them you weren’t expecting. “I’ll always protect you. If you get a little less hurt because I did then that’s a win for me.”

Your bottom lip wobbled, Jensen shushing you. “Don’t say things like that, Jay.”

“Says the girl who stopped me from having a full on panic attack during arguably my worst nightmare. We protect each other, that’s how it works.” You smiled, Jensen returning it. “I’m taking you to a country music festival when we’re up for it in honor of saving me.”

“I want a divorce.” 

He laughed so loud you heard it echo down the hall. He’d be okay again. You both would.

Eventually.

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[soaringeag1e]

Time

Jensen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, Sadness, Heartache, injuries, Blood, Sweet Caring Jensen {I know, doesn't seem really Christmasy haha, sorry, not sorry.}

Words: 2,252

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She spent the day putting up her tree and decorating her apartment, keeping busy and trying to keep her mind off other things. She desperately wanted to feel the spirit of Christmas, feel excited and cheerful, but those moments didn’t last long unfortunately. Even with lights hanging throughout the space, her tree bright green and sparkling with twinkling white bulbs, she just wasn’t feeling it.

She was sucked in by the lights on the tree as they took turns lighting up, a few knocks going unnoticed as she was spacing out, lost in her thoughts. It takes a few more attempts from her visitor before she finally gets pulled out of her trance and hears the thuds against her door.

Glancing down at the glass in her hand, the melted ice tells her that she’s been spacing out for a lot longer than she thought, but that doesn’t surprise her honestly. Setting her holiday drink on the table, she moves towards her door where a few more knocks come through. Peeking through the peephole, she grows a bit confused when she sees who it is and quickly pulls on the locks to reveal her friend on the other side. He gets startled after the long dragged out silence but smiles when they lock eyes nonetheless.

“Hey! I was beginning to think you weren’t home.”

“No, I just um…” she pauses, looking back into her apartment to where she was glued just seconds ago. “I’m sorry.” she apologizes in a quiet breath, hesitating to look her visitor in the eye before changing the subject. “What are you doing here? I thought that you were in New Mexico working on…” When she can’t continue her sentence he raises his brow, a smartass smirk growing on his face.

“Big Sky?”

“Yes! That.” She looked embarrassed as she couldn’t remember the name of the show he was currently involved with.

“Well, it’s nice to know that you’re so into it.” he tells her, the sarcasm not going unnoticed. 

“Hey, I’ve been busy.” she counters, letting him in the apartment. “And I’m halfway through season two now, so…”

“So…you haven’t even made it to my episode. Good to know.”

“Did you just come here to give me a hard time? Because I’ve had enough of that this year.” Her tone changes as she closes the door. “Best friend or not, I’m just not in the mood.” As she roughly rubs at her eyes, his heart sinks. The relationship he has with her has always been playful. It was his job to mess with her and it always made her smile, but sadly he has underestimated the pain she has taken on in the last year and hasn’t adjusted his teasing accordingly.

Her body flinches just a tad when he slides his arms around her, but she quickly melts into him, dropping her arms into his chest and letting him squeeze her tight.

“I’m sorry.” he whispers faintly, kissing her temple sweetly but never loosens his grip. He feels her relax more in his arms, the tension he could feel in her entire body slowly slipping away the longer he holds her. Minutes pass and he doesn’t know how many, but honestly doesn’t care. But what she says next fills his heart with pride.

“I needed one of your hugs today.” He can hear the emotion in her voice but knowing that he was able to bring something good to her keeps his happiness up. “How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“You always seem to know when I need you the most and I don’t get it.” Jensen smirks, his pride only being fueled more.

“Magic.” he tells her as he pulls away, locking eyes with her. “If I told you my secret, I’d have to kill you.”

“Please, do.” She comes back with a not so sarcastic response and Jensen just has to remind himself that pain and anger makes people say that kind of stuff. It wasn’t long ago that he felt the same way.

“Can’t do that. Sorry.”

“Why?” she whines, dropping her head to his chest.

“Because you mean too much to me.” he says simply, but the feelings behind it are anything but. Which in turn makes the next few moments painful even for him.

She scoffs and pulls away from him, moving towards the table where her drink waits, the ice practically gone now.

“With the group of friends you have? Trust me, you won’t be missing me long.” He swallows back his initial reaction, pushing the sting his heart took way down and attempts to forget about it.

“You’re wrong.” There’s no joking in his gaze now, not that she expected it. But she doesn’t see that look often and it was definitely one that hit her hard. “Listen,” he starts before taking a few steps closer to her. “I know what you’re going through is hard and I know you’re hurting, but I promise that it will get better.” Honestly, he expected an eye roll or something, but it seemed that she understood he was being serious. “He may not know what he lost but we do, and we won’t make that same mistake.” Her eyes dropped to her drink, emotions coming to the surface again. He’s not sure what to say now because he’s finally let go of some of the things he’s been holding in. At least the more appropriate things. But as he scans the apartment and sees the tree all dressed up in the corner, he smiles, grateful that you were able to at least decorate for the holiday.

“It looks great.” he points out, stepping around her to get closer to the holiday staple. “I was afraid you weren’t going to decorate at all.” he admits, not taking his eyes off the twinkling lights.

“I almost didn’t.” she confesses, not moving from her spot. “But, I was hoping that it would help pull me out of this a little bit.”

“I think it will.” he nods softly as he turns back to face her.

“I don’t know about that.” she tells him, emotion heavy in her voice. “It hasn’t done anything so far.”

“Just give it time.”

“Ugh.” she grunts heavily, spinning around to make her way into the kitchen. “Time. It’s always about time, right!?” She raises her voice a bit as she makes it to the counter and pours more alcohol into her glass. “After being torn away from your family as a kid, give it time. You lose someone you love, give it time. Your husband cheats on you and throws away sixteen years of your life, give it time!” she cries, tears slipping from her eyes as Jensen makes his way towards her. Her body trembles from anger but she tosses back the liquid she just added to the glass, not really bothered by the strength of the drink. “You know what they all have in common, Jay!? No matter how much time you give them, they never go away! Ever!” she screams, slamming her glass down onto the counter as the anger she was feeling made her lose all control over her actions. Seeing this, Jensen surges forward but it all happens way too fast.

The second the glass touches the counter top, it shatters. Chunks of the glistening pieces fly across the counter in all directions, falling to the floor and sliding with their momentum. But it was the painful cry that Jensen was focused on. Glass crunched under his boots as he rushed to her side, blood dripping onto the counter and the fallen shards of glass as she raised her hand to see what she just did to herself.

“Let me see.” Fully concerned, he reaches for her hand, gentle so as not to hurt her more than she already was. She quietly huffs and moans in pain as he inspects it. It takes him a moment to see how bad it is and he becomes grateful when it doesn’t look like she needs stitches, but he does see a piece of glass sticking out from her wound. He glances up briefly, seeing that she’s only focusing on the cut. “Hold still.” he tells her before carefully removing the shard from her hand. She hisses in pain but it needed to be done. “Here, come here.” Keeping her hand elevated, he swipes the towel from the counter and then escorts her into the living room, helping her onto the couch. “Keep it up, I’ll be right back.”

Careful not to slip on the glass near the kitchen, Jensen rushes down the hall and into her room. He’s gone maybe thirty seconds, if that. He’s been in her house before, he knows where everything is. Especially the first aid kit. This wasn’t the first time he had to patch her up after hurting herself, but this definitely was the worst injury he’s had to help her with.

“Alright, let me see.” he says as he re-enters the room. Grabbing onto your coffee table, he pulls it closer to the couch and then takes a seat, situating himself so that he could fix you up without having you stretch your arm out too far.

“I’m sorry.” you whimper softly and he glances up through his lashes before focusing back on your hand.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” It falls silent after that for a bit. She flinches a few times as he cleans up the wound and checks to see if any more glass was hiding inside, but otherwise he gets it as clean as he can and then starts to bandage it up.

“You’re right.” he finally breaks the silence, not looking up from his task as he continues. “It never does go away.” he admits and then falls quiet again. But only for a minute or two. “But, eventually you will get to a place where you won’t think about it as much. And if you do, it won’t hurt as bad as it does now.” Silent sobs shake her body a bit as she listens to him, the pain of what she’s been through tearing through her more than that glass did to her hand. “Listen,” he says as he tapes off the bandage, making sure it’s secure and then he looks up at her. “Your scumbag husband lost his fucking mind.” The anger is visible in his gaze, but she knows it’s not meant for her. “To have one of the most amazing women on this planet choose him and love him and do anything for him just to turn around and…” his jaw locks as he reminds himself to keep calm. But that’s just something he can’t do fully.

“Fuck him. Okay? You deserve a million times better than him. You deserve someone who cares about you and takes care of you just as much as you do for them. No more of this eighty, twenty shit, you hear me?” Tears continue to slip from her eyes and though he knows they won’t stop, he reaches up and wipes a few away anyway. “So, yeah, it’s going to take time and it’s going to hurt like hell, but I swear to you, somewhere down the road you are going to look back at this and see how much of a blessing this was. You’re going to be able to wake up every morning and not feel like death when you roll out of bed. You’ll be able to drive home, take showers and fall asleep without crying every time. Right now, it doesn’t seem possible, I know, but it will happen. I promise you.” 

Silence fills the apartment after that. The two of them soaking in the speech and just letting the moment be for a minute. Then Jensen reaches up and wipes away her tears again, this time clearing her face as no more were falling at the moment.

“Ready to get some sleep?” Unable to speak, she just nods softly. “Alright.” pushing himself up from the table, he helps her up and escorts her to the edge of the kitchen. “Why don’t you go and climb in bed, I’m gonna…” he pauses, looking over all the glass everywhere. “I’m gonna clean this up.” When he looks back at her, he gives her his best grin. She takes it and slowly turns and starts walking down the hall, but she stops a few feet away, looking back at the man in the kitchen, setting the dustpan on the counter and beginning to sweep the floor.

“Jensen?” Hearing his name, he stops. “Thank you.” A smile grows on his face and he sends her a nod. But when she doesn’t move, he pushes her a bit. 

“Go on. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” This time, he watches her walk down the hall and disappear into her room.

The feelings he’s harbored for her for so long now have a chance to come out, but he has to hold them back for a while longer. Yes, she may be single now, but with the healing that she has to go through, he can’t be jumping in the deep end right away. The last thing he wants is to become the rebound or end up hurting her even more because he gave into his desires too soon.

He loves that woman, more than he realizes to be honest. So the only way to keep her is to wait. To give it time. 

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[julesthequirky]

Jensen and Characters

Theirs: Series: Back in Helena, the reader captures the attention of two Alphas, Beau and Dean (not Winchester).

The Choice: Series: Three of your favourite characters turn up in your home, and as you get close, you have a decision to make. Who are you sending?

Healing Her: Series: DV survivor moves to Montana to make a fresh start and gains attraction from the Sheriff, Beau Arlen.

Chapter One

Beautiful Trauma: Mini-Series; The reader finds out that after nearly forty years, Ben is alive. (Ben x Reader)

Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four

Brat: Series: In order to adjust her behaviour and attitude, Y/N is sent to John’s and whilst she’s there, John’s sons, Sam and Dean take a liking to her.

Falling For The Sheriff: Part of the Creedence Creek Cowboys Trilogy Series; Reader's car breaks down outside of a small southern town and who else comes to her rescue? None other than Sheriff Dean Winchester.

Broken and Unfixable: Drabble; Dean hits the reader with some hard “truths”.

All Out of Options: Drabble; Reader resorts to a last option. (Dean x Reader)

Under The Mistletoe: Drabble; There’s mistletoe. And Dean (Dean x Reader)

Toy Soldier: Ficlet; The reader finds Michael in her apartment.

Classroom Humiliation: Oneshot; Reader gets humiliated in class. (Jensen x Reader)

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[jensengirl83]

You’ll Accompany Me- Chp 15

Jensen x reader

Word Count- 1737

Warnings- We’re still on the angst train, language, a tiny bit of fluff if you squint

Y/N sighed as she walked through the front door of Jensen’s house. He had broken her heart and left her in tears on the kitchen floor the last time she was there. Now, she had to stay there for the rest of her pregnancy. It was a better option than staying in the hospital for months, but she honestly wondered just how much better it would be. Could she stay in her ex-boyfriend’s home and not be tortured by the heartbreak she endured? Or could they manage to get along enough for her to have the baby and then move back out? Only time would tell.

She made her way over to the couch to sit down while Jensen, Jared, and Gen brought in what she had asked for from her apartment. Her eyes never left Jensen as he moved around the room, putting down the boxes of her things in the living room to be moved to their designated spot later. It wasn’t a question of if she was still in love with him. Of course, she was. But, he had truly destroyed her when he walked out on her that day, and she didn’t know if that could ever be forgiven. She wouldn’t keep him from being in their child’s life if that’s what he wanted, but she didn’t know if he could ever be a part of hers again. Not in the romantic sense.

“You okay, baby?” Jensen asked her when he noticed her staring off into space.

“I’m fine, Jensen, and I’m not your baby anymore. So, please stop with the pet names,” she murmured, her heart hurting with the use of his term of endearment.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, hanging his head and walking back out the door to his truck.

“Y/N, take it easy on him, okay? He still loves you and feels like shit about what he did,” Jared stated, making her a little angry.

“Really? And this isn’t hard on me? He doesn’t have to come back to the house that I left him in with his heart shattered on the floor. He did that to me! I get that he feels bad, but this isn’t a picnic for me, either,” she shouted, her temper getting the best of her.

“Hey, she doesn’t need this right now,” Gen chimed in, coming to sit by Y/N, “Let’s all calm down and take a deep breath. No one is saying this isn’t hard for you, Y/N. Jared just meant that Jay is letting this eat him up on the inside. You both have a lot of healing to do, and maybe it’s best to try and move past all this together.”

“I’m trying, Gen. I am, but I’m still hurt. When I look at him, I can still see his face when he left and went to Dee’s that day,” she whispered, wiping a tear away that escaped, “I promise I’ll try not to be so hard on him, but I can’t promise I’ll ever be able to take him back.”

“Hey, no one is asking that of you. We just want you guys to be able to live with each other in peace. You don’t need the stress of arguing with him all the time. Me and Jared are genuinely worried for you and the baby. He just doesn’t know how to express that appropriately,” Gen chuckled, giving Y/N a hug when she joined in.

“Yeah, what she said,” Jared huffed with faux annoyance.

“Thanks, guys. You’re right. We can’t possibly make it these next months at each other’s throats. I’ll be nicer,” Y/N rolled her eyes but a small smile on her face.

“Is everything okay?” Jensen asked, noticing Gen hugging Y/N on the couch. No matter how angry she was with him, he still loved her with everything he was and couldn’t stand the thought of her hurting.

“It’s fine. Gen was giving me advice on how to handle these months I have ahead of me,” she said, Jensen nodding and turning to walk away.

“Hey, Jay,” Jensen turned around to see what she needed, “I’m sorry for earlier. I didn’t mean to be so harsh. I want to get along.”

“No need to apologize. I want to get along too, Y/N,” he agreed with a smile, but his face fell as soon as he turned around.

He wanted to get along. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that he wanted to have her back in his arms, in his bed, and not just sexually. He wanted all of her again, but he knew he didn’t deserve it. He had hurt her deeply, and he had to deal with the consequences. He could only hope that she would forgive him and they could try again one day. But, if not, he would still be there for her, always. She was the love of his life and now the mother of one of his children. Even if they never reconnected romantically, there would never be another woman for him. She was it for him, and he prayed that she would think of him like that again in the future.

Y/N was sitting in the bed in the guest room watching tv. She had insisted on not being in the master bedroom. It was hard enough being in the house for now. She couldn’t imagine sleeping in the same bed that she had shared with him. That was asking for it. So, there she was, in the guest bedroom of her ex-boyfriend’s house, her mind racing with all the memories of how she ended up there.

She knew that Jensen hadn’t wanted any more kids, but she still didn’t understand his reaction. Sure, she was terrified when she found out she was pregnant, but he had been irate. He had said that he had reacted that way because he was scared, but she had difficulty swallowing that explanation. She had been afraid, but she hadn’t exploded. She hadn’t been so upset that she ruined their entire relationship. She wiped at the tears slipping down her cheeks and took a deep breath. She had to quit thinking about all this if she was ever going to be able to live with him.

She looked around her room at all the things Jensen had put away. He had insisted that he unpack all her things for her so she didn’t have to and would be comfortable. She knew he was trying, but it just wasn’t enough. Not now, anyway. Maybe, one day, she could let it all go, but it wasn’t right now. A knock on her door made her jump, ending her reverie.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Jensen asked, poking his head in the door.

“I’m good. Just watching some tv.”

“I- uh, I brought you something to eat,” he stuttered, opening the door and walking in with a tray,” I made you grilled cheese and soup. Chicken noodle, not tomato. I know you don’t like tomato soup.”

“Thank you, Jay,” she said with a genuine smile.

“You don’t have to thank me. I’m doing my job. I’m here to take care of you both,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. His tell that he was nervous.

“Jay, you don’t have to be nervous around me. I know we aren’t a couple now, but we were friends for sixteen years. Am I still hurt? Yes, but I’m not going to yell or bite your head off,” she chuckled, patting the bed for him to come sit down.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he sighed, sitting beside her on the bed and giving her the food.

“I’ll let you know if I’m uncomfortable, Jay. Walking around me like you are on eggshells makes me uncomfortable.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing for everything, too,” she laughed.

“I’m so- Look, I should be apologizing to you all day, every day, Y/N. I fucked up,” he sighed.

“You did, but make it up to me by being my friend again. That’s what I want,” she smiled, making his heart flutter.

“I’ll try, I will, but it will be hard,” he admitted.

“Why?”

“Because I’m still in love with you. I don’t want to be just your friend anymore. I want us again.”

“Jensen,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, “I know you love me. I love you, but I can’t let it go. Not right now, maybe not ever. I know you said you’re sorry, and I appreciate that. But you don’t fully realize how you broke me that day. You left me to go stay with your ex-wife when I told you I was having your baby. How am I supposed to just let that go? How am I supposed to know you won’t leave me again when it’s something that scares you?” she sniffled, the hurt washing over again.

“Y/N, I don’t know how many times to say I’m sorry and that I royally fucked up! Do you want me to get down on my knees and beg? Grovel at your feet? I’ll do it! Just tell me what I have to do!” he pleaded, his eyes welling up with tears.

“Give me time, and don’t pressure me. I’m going to have to work through this on my own. And I can’t promise I’ll ever be able to be your girlfriend again. But you have to give me time to figure it out on my own, okay? Please?”

“Okay. I won’t bring it up again,” he groaned, standing to leave.

“Jay, don’t be like that. I’m sorry you didn’t get the answer you wanted right now, but please, don’t be like that with me. I’m asking as your friend, don’t make this harder on either of us.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ll take you as my friend rather than nothing at all. Forgive me?”

“Of course, Jay,” she smiled.

He didn’t say another word. He leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead and walked out the door, shutting softly behind him. She threw her head back on her pillow and groaned. She hated hurting him, but she just couldn’t move past her own hurt at that moment. She sat up, took a bite of her sandwich, and rolled her eyes. Living with him was going to be a lot harder than she had anticipated.

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[katymacsupernatural]

Sweetness

Jensen x Reader

600 Words

Written For: @spnchristmasbingo

Square Filled: Candy Cane

Warnings: None

Summary: Readers love of candy canes drives Jensen to distraction

It was the last scene shot before you were off for the Holidays. All of you were antsy and tired, and more than ready to head home for a couple of weeks. However, you had this last day of filming to finish, and it was lasting forever.

You had just finished wrapping up your scene but had decided to stay and watch until everyone was done. It was a simple scene between Sam and Dean in the bunker’s kitchen. A moody conversation before rushing off to fight a monster. It should have been easier. But for some reason, things were not going well.

Sitting down in your chair, you pulled off the wrapping of the candy cane you had plucked from the snack table earlier. You loved the sweet treats and had pocketed a couple to keep in your trailer as well.

“Action!” The director called out, and you watched as Jared started his monologue. With the candy cane in your mouth, you caught Jensen’s gaze before he quickly glanced back to Jared, but you could see the slight twitch of his mouth that was completely out of character for the moment. 

“Cut!” The director called out, sighing dramatically. “Jensen, focus buddy. I know we’re almost done, but the faster you focus, the faster you can get the hell out of here.”

Jensen nodded, but his attention wasn’t on the director. It was on you as you swirled your tongue around the sugary stick. Winking at him, you slowly pushed the candy cane back in your mouth, running it along your lips.

“Action,” The director called again, and Jensen pulled his eyes off of you, focusing as hard as he could on the scene in front of him. You turned your attention to your phone, turning on your favorite game while you waited for Jensen to finally be done.

“We’re done!” The director finally called when your candy cane was no more than a little handle and your lips had turned a darker shade of pink. Setting your phone into your pocket, you didn’t even have a chance to stand up before Jensen was in front of you, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the chair.

“Merry Christmas everyone,” Jensen called out, pulling you out of the set and straight towards the trailers. You struggled to keep up, making sure you didn’t choke on the little piece of candy cane when Jensen pushed you against the side of the trailer.

“Do you know how crazy you’ve been driving me,” he mumbled against your ear. “Eating those candy canes all day. Watching that candy slide between those sweet lips of yours, I couldn’t concentrate on my damn lines.”

“I’m sorry…,” you stuttered. “You know they’re my favorite.”

“I know,” he answered, taking the candy slowly from your mouth. “They’re quickly becoming my favorite as well. Especially when your lips taste sweeter.”

He threw the rest of the candy cane onto the ground before pulling you into the trailer. You knew that look in his eyes, and you glanced down at your watch. “Jensen, we can’t! We have a plane to catch.”

“We can catch a later one. I can’t get on a plane for hours after you’ve been torturing me all day,” he insisted before his lips captured yours. “God, you’re so freaking sweet,” he murmured against your skin. Melting into his arms, you made a pact to stock up on as many of the sweet treats as you could get your hands on.

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[mysticaldeanvoidhorse]

A Chance at Love

Part 2

Jensen x Reader

Summary:

Having been legal guardian to your niece for almost a year, you land a job on the set of Supernatural.  You become good friends with Jared, doing his makeup everyday but when Jensen gets back from a small break, are you able to stick to your oath to keep your heart closed?

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“Auntie!”  Your niece came flying at you from the pickup line at school.

“Baby!”  You dropped down to scoop her up.  She became very clingy in the last three months.  She was still young but you figured the trauma was starting to hit her that her parents really weren’t coming back and so she clung that much more to you.

“I colored, and learned more letters today!”  She began to tell you all about her day at school, and you were thankful she liked it so much.  She was such a good girl and you were so thankful for her even temper.  Something from her father.  Her sassiness came from her mother, your sister.  Though she could be a force to reckon with, it was nice to see your sister sometimes.  It kept her alive.

“That’s amazing, Morgan, tell me more.”  You had her buckled in and went home.  Once there you explained to her your new job, how you would be playing “dress up” with people for them to be on tv and she was captivated.  She loved doing makeup, something she got from you, at least you took credit for it.

     “Good morning baby, it’s time to get up”  You said the next morning.  It was your little routine you had begun almost a year prior and it was beneficial for both of you to find some consistency, even in a morning routine.

“I don’t want to, Mommy.”  She mumbled.  It both made you happy and sad to hear her call you mommy.  She was three when her parents died and she understood the idea of them but the memory was fading, and so she switched back and forth with calling you auntie and mommy.  You didn’t know how much to try to correct her, because really, you were her ‘mommy’ now.

“I know, love, but we gotta go.  Promise to tell you all about my first day playing makeup with everyone after school today.”  You tried to entice her.

“Okay, but can I stay home?”  

“Not today, sorry baby.”  You didn’t have any day care, her parents didn’t need it and you didn’t know any good babysitters because her grandma used to help before she passed shortly before her parents so it really was just the two of you.

You got her up and going, had a quick breakfast, and left for your first day.

     Once at the set, you got your pass and quick tour, but it was already 8 so the set had been bustling for hours.  You wanted to get here earlier like most people, but you had to drop Morgan at school so it wasn’t possible.

“You must be Y/N”  A kind, middle aged woman said to you, once you entered the makeup trailer.

“Yes I am, you must be Carol.”  You shook hands.

“Yep, and I have been here since day one so trust me when I tell you, the rules they tell you can mostly be thrown out the window.  Schedules change, and you find your own groove so honestly, do what you need and we will find our groove.”  She told you.  You were thankful for her helpful guidance, and she didn’t seem at all threatened by a new member.  It was mostly her for a long time your position was a glorious assistant but would mostly be on level footing with her.

“Thanks, I will be thankful for the guidance.”  

“Happy to help.  By the way, speaking of helpful, you should be aware that pranks are a must around here at this point so once the actors find out more about you, just be prepared.”  She laughed like it was a good thing.

“Oh, um I guess I will have to keep my head down then.”

“Nonsense, we are a family here, and you will soon be comfortable around us.”  She seemed genuine and you appreciated it.  You were just trying to not drown in both your personal and professional life.

     You ended up talking to Carol for a long time, getting to know each other.  She had a way about her that made you open up like you’d known her forever, and she was almost like a mother, though too young.  You quickly understood that she had that effect on everyone.  So no surprise, by the end of the day she knew all about Morgan, and the situation surrounding her.

“So I apologize in advance that I may have to leave to get her.  I want to try to find someone, like a nanny or something but I can’t afford that and I’m not sure how she would like that or if it would be good for her.  I just don’t know.”

“Oh hon, I get it, my kids are in highschool but I remember trying to figure out carpool and all that.  I would love to meet your little girl sometime.”

“She really is an angel.”  You couldn’t help but smile.  You were there when she was born and knew you’d die for her.  Not the best choice of words, but it was true.

“Good, then sometime we will have to meet.”  With that, you went back to be taught how the trailer was set up.  You were thankful your first day was just being allowed to figure out how it all works.

“Goodnight, Y/N, and make sure to check your schedule!”  Carol called out to you.  You were amazed at the kindness of this woman.  And that she was a little pushy, not in a bad way but she knew what she wanted and what was for the best.  And you couldn’t help but smile and know that she would be good for you.

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[deanwithscissors]

Dream Come True - Part 1

Pairing: Jensen X Scottish!Reader (ofc), Richard Madden X Reader

Word Count: 3589

Warnings: Swearing, Scottish slang, alcohol consumption, tiny bit of dirty talk, slight bit of anxiety

Summary: When [Y/N]’s long term partner offers her a once in a lifetime opportunity to sleep with the man of her dreams, she has to take it

A/N: idk if you guys will understand the scots language lol, i toned it down (a lot🙄) this was also weird to write because my partner is called richard, who also has dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes and is scottish🥲 — this is a one shot that is already over 5k and isn’t near finished, so i decided to split it up so i can actually post something :’) *all mistakes are mine* feedback is really appreciated, but be kind<3

The melody, rhythm and beats from the live band filled the enormous and elegant room, reaching to the top of the high ceilings, bouncing off the sculpted walls and marble flooring, infecting everyone there with a buzz — although the alcohol probably helped with that too.

The deep bass vibrated through the speakers, causing glasses on the table closest to clink together and forcing [Y/N]’s stomach to churn as an invisible current ripped through her.  

“Hey c’mere,” Richard, the stunning blue-eyed, dark-haired, Scotsman said, gently grabbing her forearm and guiding her to the edge of the bustling ballroom.  

Her enchanting green sequin dress, tight to her body and showing off her glorious small frame, glistened in the light like the stars in the night sky, as he twisted her tightly to his chest. His wandering hands settling modestly around her waist, but inching lower.  

Tucked tight to the outskirts against a wall, the Scottish couple had no visual privacy, but no one was in earshot, which was good enough for Richard.  

“So, y’know how we had that chat aboot oor dream shag?” His voice was deep and whispered, eyes darting back and forth, switching between hers and the strangers surrounding them.

[Y/N]’s brow cocked as she hurriedly looked around, not saying a word until she was sure no one could eavesdrop. “Yeah…”

“If ye really could, would ye?” His piercing blue eyes penetrated her soul as he watched her intently, searching for her answer.  

“No obviously, I’m wi you,” she smiled, placing her hand over his heart.

“So you’re tellin’ me, if thee Jensen Ackles offered ti take you upstairs tonight, you’d say no?”

“Why’re ye askin’ me this?” She asked, her feet danced on the immaculate floor as smoldering anxiety bubbled under the surface at this impromptu interrogation.

A brush of cool air washed over her skin, reminding her just how exposing the green sparkly dress was as she pulled at the skirt.  

“Just tell me.” He insisted, his eyes darkening and fingers digging into the flesh of her waist.

“I’d say no,” she confirmed. “I mean, I’d cry about it for days, but—”

“What if ye had ma permission?” He interrupted.  

“To sleep wi someone else?” Her voice came out as a squeak, eyes bulging and heart rate increasing.  

“Only Jensen.”

“Rich, why are ye askin’ me this? Here? Now?” Once again, her head whipped around making sure no one was around as she fought to control the sickening bile rising up her esophagus.  

“Just tell me the truth, would ye?”

“I— I don’t know, but honestly how could’a turn that offer doon,” she confessed, cheeks flushing.  

“I told ye she’d say yes,” Richard said, talking over her small stature, eyes locked on a target behind her.  

[Y/N] spun around, searching for answers to the millions of questions flashing through her mind. Who was he talking to? Rich knew there was someone there this whole time? Did they hear their full conversation? How embarrassed was she going to be?

Her legs buckled as she collapsed into Richard’s chest when a tall, broad-shouldered man stepped out from the shadows of a doorway.

His eyes a sea of green, face painted with a sprinkling of freckles, lips so juicy and plump they begged to be kissed.

A pathetic whimper spilled between her lips, her knees giving out and a lump forming in her throat as her dream man Jensen Ackles stepped closer, stopping only a few feet in front of her.

Essentially, she was sandwiched between Richard Madden and Jensen Ackles, leaving no room to breathe.

“[Y/N], Richard’s told me so much ‘bout you, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Jensen,” he said gracefully, holding out his hand.

Richard’s fingernails dug into her shoulders pulling her from the abyss.

Her trembling hand was completely engulfed by Jensen’s massive one as they shook vigorously.

“H-hi,” she muttered, utterly stunned by his beauty.

Never had she thought she’d see this man in person, it was just a dream, a fantasy, let alone have his hand in hers, his warmth flowing from him to her.

“Yer real,” she said, aloud, involuntarily.

Jensen’s canines flashed as he burst into a gentle laugh, his shoulders jerking and hands curling over his stomach as his top half inched backwards.

Did she just make him do the unicorn laugh? Oh gosh. Giddiness fired through her veins, pumping her muscles and stealing the oxygen from the air.  

The exuberant stench of his cologne assaulted her nostrils, fresh and citrusy with a healthy dose of saddle wood and earth, she repeatedly inhaled, determined to lock this scent in her memory box for all of time.  

“Surprise,” Richard whispered in her ear.

In her own little fantasy bubble, she’d forgotten Richard was there too, for a moment her whole world only consisted of this huge room, her and Jensen, but Richard’s voice pulled her back to full reality as she spun around to face him.  

His facial features were so much harsher than Jensen’s, his jaw a hundred times more square and filled out. His eyes were just as bright as Jensen’s, although a deep-sea blue instead of a serine forest green.

“Y’know I don’t like surprises,” she hissed, her index finger prodding Richard’s chest.

“Ye’ll be thankin’ me for this one, a promise,” he gave a cheeky wink and showed no shame.  

“Rich this isn’t funny, it’s embarrassin’!”  

Her hands cradled her biceps, anxiously nipping at the skin as she wished and prayed to a God she didn’t believe in to grant her the power to turn invisible, or eliminate her entire being completely.

“No need to be embarrassed sweetheart,” Jensen said.  

Her heart hammered and pussy fluttered as his southern drawl filled her chest.  

A sudden wave of nausea hitting her as she spun around to face Jensen once more, astonished when he truly was standing there.  

“I’m flattered, really,” he added with a sly grin that probably got him in trouble, more often than not.  

“He thinks yer pretty,” Richard said over her shoulder.

“Actually, I think you’re absolutely astoundin’,” Jensen corrected.  

“Fuck me, I need a drink,” [Y/N] muttered, squishing her temples with pressured fingertips unable to comprehend the situation she found herself in.

“Both can be arranged,” Richard said, pressing his groin into her lower back letting her know he already had a semi. “Care to join us Jensen?”

“If [Y/N] is okay with it,” Jensen answered, his full attention captivated by her curled orange locks and minty green eyes.

Gosh he really was the gentleman she’d read about.

“Yeah of course— after a drink, or four,” she confirmed before tearing away from the two men.

Stealthily brushing past people to reach the bar, she swallowed down the humiliation that must have her cheeks beetroot and with all her might, she willed herself to walk straight and not crumble in front of hundreds of onlookers.   Avoiding the barman’s eyes, she ordered two Jack Daniels on the rocks. The fit, long-haired man was efficient and quick with his delivery, she thanked him and downed the first drink.  

Barely a second had passed since [Y/N] turned the upside-down glass onto the bar, when she jumped a foot off the barstool as a hand cradled her lower back.

For a split second she hoped it was Jensen, but blue-eyed Richard settled onto the barstool to her left. Her head automatically swivelled like an owl’s in search for the green-eyed actor.

“Jensen bumped inti someone, said he’d be over in a few,” Richard told her.

“What the fuck are ye playin’ at?!” She wanted to scream, but managed to keep her voice hushed.

When he remained silent, she continued, “You told him a fancy him?”

“A told him mare than that,” Richard said, his shoulders rattling.

“Why? Why would ye dae that? Couldn’t ye just introduce us the normal way?”

“Don’t ye want yer dream ti come true?”

“Ma dream wasn’t ti meet the man at a public gatherin’ and be humiliated Rich.”

“No, yer dream is for him to fuck ye and that’s what am offerin’.”

“You can’t offer that.”

“He can, and a can give permission,” he insisted.

“Rich if yer takin’ the piss this isn’t fuckin’ funny,” she sighed.  

“He’s not. The offer is on the table, from me,” Jensen said, casually sliding onto the barstool to her right. Once again, she was sandwiched between the two men.

“But why?”

“Imagine you’re a single bachelor and a guy comes up to you, offers you a night with his captivating petite redheaded girlfriend, who happens to have a Scottish accent, what would you say?”

“Thur’s only one rule,” Richard said.

It took all her strength to tear her eyes from Jensen’s beauty and stare into the eyes of her long-term boyfriend.

“I watch.”

Finishing her drink in one swift gulp, she instantly ordered another.

“W-what can— how far—” She attempts to question, subconsciously crushing her thighs together trying her darnedest to ignore the pooling in her pants as she swallowed the anticipation creeping up her esophagus.

“Nothin’s off limits, go wild,” Richard said.

“And yer okay wi this? Like truly?” she questioned him with a cocked brow.

“As long as a can watch,” he confirmed.

“And you’re okay wi this?” she asked, twisting round to face Jensen.

“I am,” he confirmed, “Are you?”

She was taken aback at his question, surprised that at every step he’d been seeking her consent.

“Yeah, but I— need another drink, and answers.”

“What d’ya wanna know sweetheart?” Jensen asked.

“How long have — has this been planned?”

“Richard messaged me on Instagram a week or so ago, a friendly hi, noticed we’d both be here this evening and said his girlfriend was a big fan and would love to me meet me. He made sure to send a photo.” Her eyes widened and brows furrowed. “Just a photo of the two of you sweetheart, nothin’ lude.”

“And then what?” She pushed, unsatisfied.  

“A made sure ti find Jensen when ye nipped ti the toilet and explained ma proposal,” Richard said.

She was tossed back and forth like a tennis ball by their extremely thick and unique accents. The whirlwind of blue and green drowning her soul. Richards dark hair to Jensen’s lighter.  

“I didn’t need any convincin’,” Jensen added, rolling the small glass in his giant hand.

[Y/N] tried to deny his minuscule action wasn’t making her cunt clench around nothing, but her thong was soaked through. With an unintentional hair flip that caught Jensen’s cheek, she glared at Richard.

“That’s so— so— reckless.”

“I wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t yer dream man.”

“Stop sayin’ that!” She sighed, blushing again.

“Can ye be mad with me later? Let’s just enjoy the time we have wi each other right now,” Richard said, performing with his biggest puppy dog eyes.  

“Fine,” [Y/N] huffed. “But we’ll be talkin’ aboot this later.”

“Aye, okay, we will, but— now that that’s dealt wi, you two get to know each other, I’ll find somewhere that’ll accommodate oor needs,” Richard said stepping off the stool.

[Y/N]’s hand wrapped around his forearm, eyes bulging, silently asking him not leave.

“Ye’ll be fine babe, al be back,” he told her before merging into the sea of guests.

Without missing a beat, Jensen filled the lulled silence, “So you’ve been with Richard for ten years?”

His husky voice rippled over her skin, his southern drawl tickling her insides and his kindness capturing her heart.

It wasn’t courage that made her turn around to face her dream man — great now she’s saying it — it was lust, and anxiety that she was losing her marbles. Jensen wasn’t actually real, was he? Like really here, by her side real, obviously he was a real human being.

“Yeah,” was all she could say as she counted the freckles on his face.  

“He said you were eighteen, he was seventeen, little bit of a cougar huh?”

“Am gonna kill him,” she said as her posture stiffened. The cougar thing was a running gag, one that she only escaped for a few months after his birthday, when they were the same age for a short time.  

“I wasn’t gone that long; how much was he able ti say?” [Y/N] hissed.

“He’s a fast talker, all you Scots are.”

A wide smile spread across her face, that was true, and it was funny because [Y/N] and Rich didn’t speak in public how they normally would in private, or back home in Scotland, otherwise all the actors and directors, writers, down to the wardrobe department wouldn’t be able to understand them. She could fire out a full sentence now with full slang, speed and accent and Jensen would be clueless. Hell, there were times [Y/N] and Rich couldn’t understand each other and their home towns were only a couple of hours apart.  

“He said you had a thing for Dean Winchester— and I’m curious, is it Dean you want, or is it me?” He leaned in as he asked, wanting so badly to take her hand in his, but knowing no displays of affection could be exchanged between them in the public eye, especially as photographers littered the event.

“Dean’s not real—”

“Oh sweetheart, Dean is plenty real, I can assure you,” he said making sure to lower his voice to mimic Deans.  

Despite the beautifully fitted suit that Dean wouldn’t typically wear, for a flash of a second [Y/N] was with Dean and not Jensen.

“I love Dean I do, but he belongs to Cas,” she said honestly.

“You really are a sweetheart,” he replied with a juicy smile that flashed his pearly whites.  

[Y/N] blushed into her glass, slowly drowning the liquid to keep from having to look at Jensen again.

“Do you really want to do this?” he asked.

[Y/N] couldn’t stop a scoff, “Yes, it’s just— weird. I haven’t slept wi anyone other than Rich in ten years, it feels like cheatin’.”

“But you have his permission, and honestly I’m pretty sure he’s more eager than the two of us combined,” he said with a light chuckle.

“I know and it’s kinda weirding me out.”

“Why?”

“This situation reversed is my worst nightmare, I’d feel sick ti my stomach if a had to watch him shag another girl, what if he regrets it?”

“Then you did nothin’ wrong, you had his permission.” Jensen leaned in, “[Y/N] I need you to know I will only go through with this if you’re one hundred percent on board, I don’t want you to regret it.”

“I’d never fuckin’ regret it,” she said harshly as if he’d insulted her.

“It seems your mind is made up.”

“It was made up from the moment ye stepped in front of me, a just needed to toss back a few drinks before a have the best shag of ma life—” Her eyes widened and mouth fell open, “Don’t tell Rich a said that.”

Jensen’s cheeks flushed, his white teeth teasing his bottom lip and hers.

“Wow, did’a just make Jensen Ackles blush? This really must be a dream.”

“Would you like me to fuck you so hard you’ll know it’s not a dream?” he asked, eyes locked on hers, unable to not place his hand on her arm this time. The sweet, heartwarming smile was gone, now a wicked devilish grin painted his face and darkened his eyes.  

Nauseating ripples of hunger ravaged her body, his scent so thick and lustful her mouth watered religiously, her heart hammering and pussy twitching. Despite being in an impressive-sized hall with hundreds of people, all that existed was her and him and the stools they sat on.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her mind playing a clear as day video of her; legs split, tits bouncing while being railed by him.

“You’re picturing it, aren’t ya?” Jensen accused.

“It’s hard not to,” she admitted.  

“It’s hard alright sweetheart, trust me.”

With that comment [Y/N]’s eyes flew to his crotch. She’d been on tumblr and was aware of his legendary status, she’d seen the pictures from the Smallville photoshoot, gifs of him from Dark Angel in sweatpants, the infamous dick flop of doom moment caught on camera, but in this moment, his clear arousal was right in front of her, close enough to touch, begging to be touched.  

Her breath was ripped from her lungs when she caught sight of the thick and sturdy bulge lining his black pants, thank God his jacket was long because it’ll be a challenge hiding the beast between his legs as they leave.  

A small buzz from her cell rocked her world, anxiety bubbling and swirling as she pulled it out. The screen flashed bright, displaying a photo of her and Rich on holiday a few months back, a single notification waiting to be read.  

Rich: Jackpot. Meet me outside, car’s waiting x

“A think Rich found a place,” her voice squeaked, not looking up to catch his gaze, the weight of the situation resting on her shoulders as her brain was occupied with thoughts of Jensen. “We’ve ti meet him outside.”

Jensen stepped off the bar stool, holding out his arm like a gentleman. Her fingers curled around his hand as she tried to elegantly repeat his step off the stool, however he was a whole foot taller and not wearing a dress and heels, and more than likely didn’t consume nearly as much as alcohol as her.  

She knew she was falling before it happened, her thin stiletto heel caught on the foot rest and her heart fell out her ass. As if tonight hadn’t been embarrassing enough, she was about to face plant right in front of Jensen-fucking-Ackles.

As she toppled, bracing for a harsh impact, Jensen’s arm twisted around her waist, like a lifeline halting her mid-air then pulling her taught against his body.  

Her butt rutted up against his crotch, his wide, striking hard-on sat sweetly between her cheeks, making her gasp and stiffen straight.  

“You alright?” he asked, his mouth so close to her ear that his breath tickled her skin.

Inhaling sharply and clutching his forearm, she mumbled, “Yeah am okay, thanks.”

“You hurt?” he persisted, arm still cradling her waist, hard dick now prodding her back.

“No, no, am okay, just— mortified,” she said, her breath quickening, legs trembling and pussy throbbing as in scent enveloped her.  

“It’s fine, no one seen,” Jensen reassured her as he guided her frame straight, making sure she was steady on her feet before letting her hand go completely.  

“But you did!”

“Yeah, and I loved it,” he said, eyes thin slits and focused on their prey. “My dick pressed into you in front of alllll these people, Richard nowhere in sight. Don’t be embarrassed sweetheart, it was fuckin’ thrillin’ on my part.”

[Y/N] could do nothing but stare into the actor's eyes while attempting to swallow the saliva gathering in her mouth like a fountain.

“Should we go find Richard?” Jensen asked after a moment of eye fucking in the very public and overstuffed room.  

“Ye might have ti carry me,” she half joked while her jelly legs wobbled under her skirt.

Jensen hooked his arm through hers, “C’mon, I got you,” he assured her.

Elegantly and as only a gentleman would, he escorted her through the trenches of black ties and over-the-top ball gowns, politely declining drinks and offers to chat.  

His presence was enchanting, captivating and fierce, people moved out of his way as he approached, half smiles gracing their faces as he glided through the waves of celebrities and CEO’s.

[Y/N] felt claustrophobic, unable to see above the many heads surrounding her, all those eyes on her as she passed through the split in the sea, Moses on her arm.  

An invisible force punched her chest, crushing her lungs, making her gasp for air and clutch at Jensen’s forearm.

Peering down to the redhead due to her tightening grasp, she was even paler than before, a slight shade of green tainting her face and not from the eye makeup or the green dress she wore.

“You alright?”  

“Yeah, just a lot— people,” she stuttered, eyes glitching as she scanned the room.  

“Hang on, we’re almost there.”  

His hand engulfed her, a tight squeeze letting her know he was there. Within seconds the pair burst free from the tsunami, the storm passed leaving nothing but fresh air and room to breathe, but before she could even inhale, Richard was by their side like a tornado.  

“Where ye guys been?” he huffed, oblivious to the panic dancing across [Y/N]’s face.

“A tripped, and then gettin’ oot— there was so many people,” she said, flashes of faces blinding her.  

“Well, the car’s over here, c’mon,” Richard said, his dress shoes clip-clopping across the prestige driveway.

“You good?” Jensen asked.

“Yeah, am okay.”

“You promise?”

His care for her brought a smile to her face and serenity to curl her into a soft blanket and cradle her until the woes faded.  

“Yes Jensen, I promise I’m okay.”

His frown eased, a soft smile taking its place.

“C’mon,” Richard insisted from the car like an impatient kid.  

As the panic of being surrounded died a quiet death the closer the pair got to the white Limo, God fearing lust burst to the surface, attacking every fibre of her being and threatening to send her to the devil.  

And after the sins she’d be committing tonight, to Hell and the Devil was precisely where she would be going.

#jensen x reader #jensen ackles fanfic #jensen fanfic #richard madden fanfic #fanfic

[chaotictrashgoblin]

It just crossed my mind, maybe someone has said it before, but a prequel of Supernatural would be way more interesting if showed not the fanfic version of Mary and her bad choice in boys, but about Bobby in his early hunter years with his friend/rival/idontknowbutitcouldbegay Rufus, don't you think?

#Oh maybe he was good before her death #supernatural #the winchesters #bobby singer #rufus turner #maybe even Ellen if they are so scare of a little homoerotic subtex #since we gave them nightmares about the gays #jensen ackles #jensen fanfic #destiel #would it be cool tho #mary winchester #this is a john winchester hate acount #Like fuck that #you don't treat kids like that #their only father was Bobby #and that should be respected #but no #the toxic guy goes to heaven #while the gay angel goes to superhell

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine...Alpha!Jensen Being Protective Of You

Summary: A pregnant reader gets a slight shove in the grocery store and sends Jensen into protect mode...

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!reader

Word Count: 662

Warnings: language, slight angst​

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“Watch it,” you said when an Alpha bumped into you in the grocery store, your hand going to protecting your bump.

“You watch it,” he shot back.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” said Jensen. He pushed on the guy, hard, and you grabbed his hand. 

“Back off buddy,” said the guy, almost shoving him when you stepped in between them. 

“Be more mindful of the pregnant omega okay?” you said. You pushed Jensen away, a low growl emitting from his throat, scent pouring off of him. His very, very primal and “I’ll tear your throat” out scent. “Jensen.”

He was still glaring and you grabbed his face. 

“Alpha,” you said. Other people in the aisle were starting to notice and you slid your hand down to his neck, pressing your thumb over where his own bonding gland was. He looked to you and you narrowed your eyes. “Wait in the car.”

He twitched his lip at the other Alpha further down the aisle but turned and walked away. You sighed and saw someone muttering to someone else, a phone in their hands.

“Awesome,” you mumbled.

Twenty minutes later you were out of the store and opening the trunk, Jensen storming out of the car. You held up a hand and he pushed it away, getting so close he was practically touching you.

“Calm down,” you said but you saw he was too far gone for that. “Fine. Put the groceries in the trunk and I’ll wait in the car if that makes you happy.”

“Better,” he said. You rolled your eyes and heard the trunk slam shut after a few minutes, Jensen piling in behind the wheel. “Do not get between me and another Alpha ever again. Is that clear?”

“Jesus Jay. I-”

“Is that clear?” he growled. You turned and glared, Jensen giving it right back before he softened. “You’re seven months pregnant with the pups. You cannot get hurt.”

“I wasn’t going to. If you’re gonna be a dick Alpha you can drop me off at the Pads place on the way home. I don’t want to hang around with that kind of man.”

He grumbled and pulled out of the spot, quiet as he drove you back home. You could still feel how tense he was, the car filled with his musk, almost overpowering. You were grateful when he pulled into the garage and headed inside, Jensen going in and out a few times, putting things away in the pantry and fridge. 

He gripped the counter, broad shoulders scrunching up, biceps nearly too big for his shirt as he flexed them. 

“I’m sorry. It’s just...I don’t know. I’m sorry,” he said. You sighed and got up from the couch, hugging him from behind.

“It’s you being an overprotective Alpha. I know it’s because I’m pregnant and your hormones are all over the place too. You can protect me Jensen, always. But when I say stop, stop.”

“When I say don’t step between me and an Alpha, please listen to me. It’s dangerous,” he said. 

“Alright if you agree too,” you said. He nodded and turned around, dropping his head on your shoulder, placing his hands on your stomach. “They’re nice and safe.”

“Sorry guys. Kinda went a little nuts for a second. Dad’s gonna be just as bad with you two just telling you now,” he said.

“I’m pretty sure someone got a picture,” you said. “Of you arguing.”

“I don’t care. I’ll try to keep it under control but I think until they’re born-“

“Jay. You’ve always been this way. Just walk away next time,” you said, feeling a kick, his scent changing as he felt it too. “I bet that’s him.”

“No, that’s little missy in there,” he said. 

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah, I’m better,” he said quietly. “Until next time.”

“Well let’s hope it’s a while until next time,” you said. You gave him a kiss, Jensen humming. “Love you Alpha.”

“Love you back Omega.”

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[yuiopiklmn]

Visiting Austin (Pt. 2)

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A/N: Before we get started I just wanted to say that I am sorry it took me so long to write part 2 I started it and lost the doc and a busy life and writers block do not mix so I am sorry

OG Request: I was thinking reader x Jensen. The reader is a travel guide writer and she is checking out Austin and keeps running into Jensen. Some stalking on jensens part maybe. (from @hobby27)

Missed Part 1

Word Count: 620 (she a bit short)

Warnings: Not edited, that’s all

Rating: E for everyone

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x f!reader

Summary: The reader goes to Austin to write an article about the beautiful capital of Texas. During her trip she keeps runing into a certain green-eyed actor.

After half a week of going to different places and shops with my new friend Addison in tow it was finally the day Jensen was going to take me out. I was both super excited and really nervous.

I got ready doing light makeup, curling my hair, and putting on one of my new dresses, which was both fancy and casual, before grabbing my purse and waiting on the couch for Jensen to come and pick me up.

My mind was going haywire and I was overthinking a lot. Like was I over or under dressed? Was he taking me out of pity because he spilled on me? No that can't be it we've been texting all week. Was he joking about what Jared said at the bar were they just laughing because I was drunk? Thoughts were surrounding me until it all stopped when I heard a knock on my hotel door.

I shook all the remaining negative thoughts out of my head and went to open the door. I was greeted with sparkling green eyes and a smile that was brighter than the sun. My sense of worry immediately went away as we greeted each other in a hug and then walked hand in hand downstairs to his car.

We drove in comfortable silence both stealing glances at the other every now and then. We got the resturant and sat down at a private booth.

"So how has your week been?" Jensen asked me.

"Amazing I'm basically finished with my article and I had such a fun time visiting new places. It was a blast." I answered back excitedly. He let out a little laugh which was absolutly adorable. "How was yours?" I asked back.

"It was good I went out with Jared a couple of times." "That sounds nice." "Yeah it was even though I deal with him 24/7 he a goofball and can be kinda annoying but I love spending time with him." We both laughed a bit, and then just smiled at each other.

"When are you leaving town again?" Jensen questioned after a bit a silence.

"Oh ummm," I paused and checked my calender, "In two days," I said with dread.

"Hey its okay we will make the most of it and maybe before work starts back up again I will come and visit you."

"I would love that."

After a couple more hours of talking about everything and anything we finally decided to call it a night. We walked back to the car music and chatter filling the car and we zoomed down the highway. We made it back to my hotel and he walked me to my door. I opened it with my key and turned around.....

"I had fun tonight thank you for dinner it was delicious."

"You're welcome I'm glad you liked it, its one of my favorite places."

"I can see why. Well I guess this is the part where we bid farwell......" I started to trail off sad that the night was over getting lost in a trace again. He pulled me out by kissing my cheek. I blushed like mad and my eyes went wide. "You missed." I said with a smirk.

"What?"

"You missed." I closed the space between us and placed my hand on his cheek. I stood on my tippy toes and softly pressed my lips to his. He slowly wrapped his arms around my waist and put a hand on the back of my neck to deepen the kiss. We pulled apart with a shine in our eyes. We said our goodnights and I went into my room, kicking off my shoes and smilling to myself. If only I could stay longer.

A/N 2: I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter if you want another part please say so in the comments. Likes and reblogs are appreciated and if you have a request my list is on my page. I love you all my little bumblebees bye bye.

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[ericaand]

Inevitable

Break

Word Count: 1450

Warning: angst, breakup.

I began to think back on the phone call's entirety, marking notes in my head. Ok, so it's urgent and he definitely sounded distraught. But why would he want to not give me his name? Oh my, he's going to kill me, and he didn't want any evidence that it was him. No, stop with the paranoia; there's got to be another reason. After all, why would someone want to kill me anyhow. Suddenly, a few bangs rattled the glass door and shook me from my paranoid daydream. 

I stood, grabbing either side of the fabric of my dress, pulling it downwards. Every footstep taken towards the door ties a new, tiny knot in my stomach. The cold, metal door handle shocked me from my dream state. The door opened silently and before me stood a couple; nothing like what I'd imagined. The man had shaggy brown hair that seemed to flow whichever way depending on the swipe of his hand, eyes hidden behind sunglasses, and the smell of what seemed to be beer and expensive cologne. The woman seemed to be the complete opposite. She had dark red hair that curled around her heart-shaped face perfectly, her stance slightly towering over me, and much more makeup than I'd decided to wear that day.

    "Hello, I'm Elyse. And you are?" Reaching my hand toward the man. It was time I learned the names of my mystery couple. 

    "Jensen. This is my wife Danneel." His fluffy beard moved in sync with his jaw, as he lifted his sunglasses from resting on the bridge of his nose to rest atop his head.

    "Of course. Please, come in and make yourself comfortable." Moving aside from the doorway and signaling toward the love seat in the corner.

The man dragged his footsteps, as he peered behind him to ensure that his wife was following. Her long, flowing dress swayed in and out of her legs as she made her way to the love seat. The distance to which the couple sat was telling of their reasoning behind coming today. Noted. The door shut, making the glass in it rattle once again. I made my way to the blush armchair that opposed the love seat's direction. 

    "So, what brings you two in today?"

Danneel furrowed her brow, cocking her head to the side. "You don't know who we are?"

    "I apologize, I don't. Should I? I don't believe we've met before."

    "Well, that is refreshing." Jensen gently lifted one side of his lips into a smirk. He gazed toward his wife, as he lifted the other side of his lips. "Don't you think?"

Danneel's eyes darted toward Jensen's, then back at me. She shrugged. "I guess so. I feel like it might make things easier."

    "Now that you've piqued my interest, may I ask why you would assume that I might know you?"

    "Well, we're, um, kinda famous." Jensen's eyes avoided mine as he began to scan the room. "I don't really like saying it though, doesn't feel right."

    "Oh, ok. Well, I really want to ensure you that privacy will not be an issue. I am strict about the code of confidentiality. Anything you say or do in this room, doesn't leave this room." Pointing my finger to the ground. "That is, unless, you state homicidal or suicidal ideation. In such a case, I would have to take measures to ensure the safety of you and/or others. Do you both understand?"

    "I can speak for us both when I say that we understand." Jensen turned to Danneel with a shrug and a nod. She nods back. "So, I guess I better explain what we're doing here. Lately, things have not been good. As for a little backstory, I work away from home, many months out of the year. Usually, when I go home, I'm only home for a short amount of time before I have to leave again. The show that I have spent the last 15 years pouring my heart into, just filmed its last episode." His voice cracked, as he put his fist over his mouth and turned his head to look out the window.

    "Wow." My eyes widened at the thought of spending 15 years with the same people. "That's got to be difficult for you?"

    "Yeah, it really is." He took a large but shattered inhale and turned his eyes back to mine. He shrugged, "and maybe that's part of the problem. I don't know. Anyway, Dee is home with our three kids while I'm away. Don't get me wrong here, she's the best and is superhuman for sure. This has nothing to do with parenting whatsoever. We just - " He shook his head and threw his hands up forcefully as if letting something go. 

My eyes travel toward Danneel, assuming her reaction to be different than what it was. Her eyes blank and staring at the bookshelf beside me. She was slouched, elbows resting on her knees. 

    "And what do you think?" Nodding in her direction.

    "I don't really know, honestly. We've lived a certain type of life for so long now, and that's what you get used to. Like, how am I supposed to react to having him home all the time now? The kids and I have done just fine without him." She immediately caught herself and exhaled an exasperated sigh. 

Jensen, now resting his elbow on the arm of the love seat, with hand over mouth, gazing toward the city. He closed his eyes, allowing a single tear to fall; to which he wiped away with a finger. He shook his head. Danneel's head hung low. 

Now that, that, was hurtful. My legs untangled as I leaned forward. "It seems like both of you are having a difficult time adjusting to this change. And rightfully so, this is a huge shift in reality for you both. Danneel, you're now going to have to get used to letting go of some of the reigns. And Jensen, well, you've got your work cut out now. You're going to have to learn to grab those reigns and hold tightly. How long have you been together?"

Jensen didn't move, "almost eleven years."

"So, it's been like this throughout your marriage. Even though this may be difficult to come to the realization of, it needs to be asked. Do you both want to be with each other still, even if it takes work?"

Danneel took a deep breath and slowly moved her gaze toward Jensen. "Part of me wants to, especially for the kids. But the other half - " her plump lips sucked inward, almost forming a straight line. Her eyes began to puddle slightly, " - I don't think we're the same people we were. I think the reason we made it work for so long is that when we did see each other, we knew that there would be an end. We knew that we would have to say goodbye again. So, we made the best of the time we had together. But now, without knowing that we'll have to say goodbye, it's almost like I've come to realize that I was just putting on a happy face. Because the last thing I wanted was to make the kids suffer."

Jensen bowed his head between his knees and rested his hands on the back of his neck. "I want, or wanted, to make this work. But I don't want to be the one putting in all of the effort, without getting any back. So, the balls in your court, Dee."

Jensen sat up and looked over at his wife, tears and hope-filled his eyes. This was one of the hardest parts of therapy for me. It's taxing to sit back and watch someone get their heart broken, even though I understand that it is sometimes a necessary evil. I scanned Danneel's expression to see if I could pinpoint where her head was at and what her answer may be. Even though she hadn't told me what type of "famous" she was, I'd assumed that Danneel was an actress because she could completely turn off all emotion whenever she wanted. 

Danneel turned to her husband, reached for his hand, and held it in his lap. "You know I love you, Jensen. You have always been so good to me. I just don't think that we see eye to eye anymore. I feel like I barely know you. We've changed and I know you feel it too. I feel like we'd be kidding ourselves if we honestly thought that this could work."

Jensen ripped his hand from her and swiftly stood. "Ok then, I'm done." 

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[jensengirl83]

You’ll Accompany Me- Chp 12

Jensen x reader

Word Count-2453

Warnings- Language, Fluff, ANGST

A/N- I’m sorry for this chapter, but I’m not lol

Y/N and Jensen had been settled into their home in Austin for a few days. Everything had gone well after the little argument about her apartment, all that forgotten. She was in the kitchen drinking her morning coffee, looking over emails and trying to finish up the little details for the con they were leaving for in two days.

Other than her doctor’s appointment later that morning, and Jensen going to pick up the kids, this was the last thing on the to-do list. They could relax and enjoy the next couple of days with the kids and each other. She was still engrossed in her phone when he walked into the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee and walking over to sit beside her, making her jump.

“Damn it, Jay. You’re always scaring me,” she groaned.

“It’s not my fault that you don’t pay attention to your surroundings,” he chuckled, leaning in to kiss her.

“Fair point. I’m trying to get the last of the con details ironed out before I leave, so we can just enjoy the next few days with the kids, and I won’t be distracted.”

“How’s that going?” he asked, sipping on his drink, laying his hand on her thigh with a light squeeze.

“One more email to send, and I’m done. Other than my appointment later, we’re all set to chill now,” she smiled up at him.

“And this is to have your birth control changed?”

"Not changed, per se, but replaced. I have the implant in my arm. It has to be replaced every three years, so I’m having it done before the con season.”

“Damn. Doesn’t that hurt?” he winced, thinking about what they had to do to get the implant in her arm.

“It’s not pleasant, but that’s what needs to be done,” she shrugged.

“Men have it so easy,” he huffed, thinking about everything he didn’t have to go through that women did.

“You got that right, Ackles,” she laughed.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing, Jay?” she asked curiously.

“It just sucks what you have to go through to not have a kid. I don’t like the thought of that thing in your arm hurting you.”

“It’s fine, babe. It’s really not that bad. It will be sore for a few days but a lot less painful than childbirth,” she giggled when he nodded his head in agreement.

“Pregnancy didn’t seem too fun, either. I remember Dee throwing up a lot and saying how bad her back, feet, and pretty much everything else hurt.”

“Yeah, doesn’t sound like a good time,” she agreed.

“Well, what time do you have to leave?”

“In about twenty minutes,” she said, glancing at the time on her phone.

“Okay. I’ll just wait on you to get back before I go get the kids, and you can go with me,” he said, then shook his head, “That’s if you’ll feel like going. It’s okay if you don’t.”

“I’ll be fine, Jay. It’s not like I’m having major surgery or anything,” she giggled, kissing him quickly before she stood.

“Fine. I worry about you, ya know?”

“I know you do, and that’s just one of the many reasons I love you,” she winked, kissing him once more, “I have to go get dressed. I’ll be back soon. I love you.”

“I love you too, honey. I’ll be here waiting when you get back.”

“I’m holding you to it,” she pointed at him with a smirk.

“I wouldn’t expect any less, my love,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully.

“They’re going to get stuck in your head like that,” she yelled in a sing-song voice as she walked away.

“Go get ready and get the hell out of here, would ya?”

“I’m going, I’m going,” she cackled, Jensen joining her, not able to fight it anymore.

Y/N was lying on the uncomfortable table in the exam room waiting on the doctor. She’d already been checked in, peed in a cup, and all the things they make you go through at the gynecologist. Now it was a waiting game for the doctor to come in, confirm she’s not pregnant, and then take out the implant and insert the new one. She wanted to get it over with so she could get back home to Jensen, and they could go get the kids. She loved when they were there with them. It was always a great time laughing and playing. The knock at the door made her sit up, seeing her doctor walk in.

“Hey, doc. Let’s get this show on the road,” she laughed. She had a great relationship with her doctor and had known her for years.

“Uh, Y/N, I need you to have an ultrasound first,” Dr. Williams said with no hint of a smile on her face.

“Why? What’s wrong?” she asked, scared that she had an anomaly with her lab tests.

“Your pregnancy test came back positive.”

“What?! That’s impossible. It has to be a lab error. I’m not late coming in to have this replaced.”

“It’s a rare possibility, but not impossible. It’s not likely, but I want to do an ultrasound to make sure. If not, then we need to figure out what’s wrong with your hormones.”

“Then let’s do it. Don’t make me panic for no reason longer than I have to,” she grumbled.

“Y/N, there is a minimal chance that you’re pregnant. But, it’s almost a certainty that it will be ectopic. It’s so very rare to have an actual intrauterine implanting on the implant.”

“Well, if it’s an ectopic pregnancy, I need to get it taken care of ASAP. We leave in two days for the convention season.”

“Okay, well, let’s see what’s happening.”

Dr. Williams sat beside her, getting the wand and gel, squirting it on Y/N’s lower abdomen, and bringing the wand down to start scanning. Y/N held her breath as she watched her doctor’s face, looking for any sign on her facial features that something was wrong. Unfortunately, she had a superb poker face and wasn’t showing any emotion on her face as she continued to move the instrument around on Y/N’s stomach. After what seemed like an eternity, Dr. Williams turned to face her and sighed.

“Y/N, I’m sorry to tell you this, but you’re pregnant.”

“Okay, well, how quick can you remove it out of the tube? It’s not a major surgery, is it?”

“No, uh, it’s not ectopic, Y/N. It’s an actual intrauterine pregnancy. From the looks of it, you’re around nine weeks along.”

“No! That can’t be right. There’s no way!”

“I know it’s a shock. But, listen,” Dr. Williams said softly, hitting a button and a loud rhythmic sound filling the room, “That’s the baby’s heartbeat.”

It was like a tidal wave of feelings rushed over her. She was shocked into silence as she listened to her baby’s heart. Her baby. She never thought this would ever be an experience she would have, never thinking she wanted kids. But, now, hearing that beautiful sound, she’s never wanted anything so bad in her life. She realized she had never wanted kids because she had never loved a man like she loved Jensen, and that meant everything.

Tears slid down her cheeks as the doctor pointed out the baby’s heart on the screen. She didn’t know how she would break it to Jensen, but she knew that it would all be okay in the end. He loved her, and after the initial shock wore off, he would be happy too.

“Here,” the doctor handed her a few prints of the ultrasound, “Come back and see me in six weeks, so we can keep a check on the little one. Now, we have to get that implant out.”

Y/N was a nervous wreck as she walked into the house. She knew she had to tell him, and she knew he would be shocked, but she hoped after a little while, he’d be okay. He had said on numerous occasions that he didn’t want any more kids, but sometimes life throws you a curveball, and you just have to go with it. He was sitting at the island in the kitchen, and she took a deep breath in preparation for the conversation they had to have. Her breath alerted him to her presence.

“Hey, honey. How’d it go?”

“Well, not as expected…,” she mumbled.

“What? What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.”

“Jay, I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it bluntly,” she sighed, squaring her shoulders and looking him in the eye, “I’m pregnant.”

The silence was eerie as he stared at her as if he was waiting on her to say it was a joke. The longer he looked at her, she could see the realization set in on his face, but she wasn’t prepared for what was coming next.

“What the fuck, Y/N?!” he yelled, making her jump back, “How in the hell did this happen?!”

“Do you have to ask that question?” she huffed, “We had sex, Jay, and now I’m pregnant.”

“No shit! I’m not an idiot. I meant, how did you get pregnant when you were supposed to be on birth control?”

“Supposed to be? What are you trying to imply? That I lied about having the implant?” she replied angrily, pissed off that he would even imply something like that.

“That’s not what I said, damn it.”

“Sure sounds like that’s what you’re trying to say.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth, Y/N. You know what I meant. How did you get pregnant on birth control?!”

“I don’t know! It’s rare for it to happen. Nothing is one hundred percent effective, though. I know you’re in shock right now, so I’m not going to be upset at your reaction, but we have to talk about this.”

“What do you want me to say? I told you I don’t want more kids, Y/N!”

“I didn’t either, damn it!”

“Wait. Didn’t or don’t, two different meanings there…,” he glared at her, his emotions taking over completely.

“Didn’t….”

“Fuck, Y/N! I thought we agreed on this. No kids! Now you’re changing your mind? What the hell?”

“I heard the heartbeat, and…,” she began to speak, but he interrupted her.

“Heartbeat or not, I don’t want more kids! How much plainer do I have to be?”

“Well, too late for that now, huh?” she quipped, getting angrier by the minute.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” he growled, walking away to the bedroom.

“Where are you going? We’re still having a conversation!” she yelled at his back.

“Conversations over for now. I need to be alone for a while. And this stays between us.”

“Whatever,” she groaned, “I guess I’ll just sit here and wait on you to finish having this discussion.”

“Yeah, you do that,” he bit back, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

She sank down onto the stool at the island, hanging her head in her hands. She knew he would be shocked, but she didn’t expect him to have that reaction. He had never spoken to her like that in the sixteen years they had known each other, and it broke her heart. She would give him his alone time, but they had to finish having the conversation. She was pregnant, and there was no changing it.

She hadn’t realized how long she had been daydreaming when he walked back into the kitchen, walking past her and to the fridge to get water. She shook her head and looked away, and that’s when she noticed his overnight bag sitting on the living room floor.

“Where are you going? Aren’t you supposed to go get the kids?”

“No. With what’s happened, I don't think it’s a good idea for them to be here while we’re like this.”

“They’re going to be disappointed not to see you. So, if you aren’t getting the kids, what’s the overnight bag for?”

“I’m going to be seeing the kids. I’m going to go stay there with them until I leave for the con.”

“What? I tell you I’m pregnant, you scream and pick a fight with me, and now you’re going to spend the next two days at your ex-wife’s house? Wow,” she scoffed, his words cutting her to the bone.

“Don’t start. I need some time, and I want to see my kids. I love my kids more than anything, and I don’t want anything to get in the way of spending time with them before I’m gone again.”

“You can be a real asshole, you know that?” she hiccupped on the sob building in her throat.

“How’s that?” he huffed, crossing his arms.

“Nevermind. Just go. Spend the next few days at your ex-wife’s house,” she sniffled.

“Quit throwing that up! You knew she was my ex-wife when we got together, and she’s the mother of my kids, for fuck’s sake!”

“And I’m not?!” she shrieked, losing her patience with him, “Oh, I guess she counts because she’s the mother of the kids you actually want.”

“Y/N…,” he growled.

“You’re right. The conversation is over. Go. I’ll see you in Denver.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Y/N.”

“Jensen, I can still travel for quite a while. I’m fine.”

“I know that. I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go because I need some time away.”

“Are you serious right now?” she whimpered, a tear betraying her and sliding down her cheek.

“I am. It will do us both some good to have time to think,” he sighed, walking over and picking up his bag.

“Okay…,” she agreed, dejected, no more fight left in her at the moment, her heart too broken.

“I’ll be back next week,” he said with a glance at her as he began walking to the door and stopped, “Bye, Y/N.”

The sound of the door closing was the proverbial straw. She sank to the floor in sobs. How had they been so loving and affectionate just this morning, but as soon as something big happened, he walked away. She pulled her knees to her chest as she continued to cry, silently deciding what needed to be done, and it hurt. It hurt so damn bad.

Jensen had made it through the con, but barely. His mind wasn’t in it like usual as all he could think about was Y/N at home and pregnant. Jared and the others could tell something was off with him, but he had kept silent, not wanting to talk about it. Once on the plane, though, Jared wasn’t going to give up until he found out what was plaguing his best friend. He knew Jensen well enough that he could tell something significant was bothering him, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

“I’m going to ask you again what’s wrong, and this time, you’re going to tell me the truth,” Jared said, staring at Jensen until he gave in and decided to tell him.

“Fine, but this stays between us. No one else is to find out.”

“Okay, man. What’s going on?”

“Y/N’s pregnant,” he huffed, flopping back against his seat.

“Congratulations, dude!” Jared excitedly gasped, giving him a hug.

“No, not congratulations. You know I don’t want more kids. This isn’t good news.”

“Are you that dumb?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Jensen asked hatefully, a little pissed Jared called him dumb.

“It means, how in the world are you going to sit here and pout like a little girl when the woman you love is going to have your baby?”

“I already have three kids. Unless you don’t remember,” he groaned, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, you do. But not with her. Didn’t you consider what that might mean to her?”

“She said she didn’t want kids either, well, until she found out she was pregnant. Now, she’s changed her mind.”

“And what should that tell you?”

“I don’t know, Dr. Phil. What should it tell me?” he griped, starting to get upset again.

“It should show you that she wants to have a baby with the man she loves, and that’s you, you idjit,” Jared laughed, shaking his head at his friend.

“I know she loves me. But, Jared, man, I’ll be in my sixties when this kid graduates high school! I’m too damn old to be having another kid,” he sighed, wanting to end the conversation.

“Do you not realize that the twins aren’t even five yet? It’s not that much more time than it would have been before all your kids were grown, anyway. So, why make such a big deal about it? Is that why she didn’t come to the con? Because she wasn’t feeling well or something?”

“I guess you’ve got a point, man. I’ll talk to her when we get home. And, uh no, she didn’t come because I told her not to. I, uh, told her I needed time away to think.”

“Wow, how did she take that?”

“I don’t know. I left and went to Dee’s for a few days before I came to Denver,” he whispered, starting to feel ashamed at how he acted once he thought back on it.

“You did what?!” Jared asked, utterly shocked at what he heard, “Dude! Please tell me you didn’t make a big deal out of her being pregnant and then left her by herself for almost a week?”

“Shut up.”

“Oh, my God, you did! I bet she had a lot to say when you called her this weekend,” he chided, still not sure what to think about how his friend had reacted.

“I haven’t talked to her since I left.”

“Jay, buddy, you better get off this plane and go straight home and grovel at her feet. I’d be praying she’s still there if I was you.”

“Damn, man. Thanks for the support,” Jensen grumbled.

“I am supporting you! I’m telling you to go fix all this so you don’t lose the best thing that’s happened to you since Dee.”

“Okay, okay. Thanks, dude. Seriously, thinking back, I was an asshole.”

“Maybe a little bit,” Jared chuckled.

Jensen rushed home as soon as the plane landed. He knew he had a lot of begging to do to get her to forgive him. Jared had made him realize that one more kid wasn’t that big of a deal. Not with his youngest being only five years old. It wasn’t like all his kids were grown and now was starting over with a baby.

Once he parked his car in the garage, he flung open the door, in a hurry to get inside and see her. Even though he hadn’t spoken to her since he left, he missed her terribly. Even when they were fighting about her having a baby, he never doubted the love he had for her. He wished he could take it all back, but all he could do now was ask her forgiveness. He didn’t see her in the living room or kitchen, so he ran for the bedroom, but all he saw when he opened the door was an empty room, a piece of paper on the bed.

Jensen,

I’ve had time to think about all of this, and I’m doing what I need to do for the baby and me. I’ve sat here and tried to think of every possible reason why you would talk to me like you did, but I can’t think of anything other than you don’t want our child, and that’s where the problem lies. I’m having this baby, Jay, but I’ll do it alone. Just like you left me when I needed you the most. I was in a relationship with the love of my life, and I’d never felt so alone as I have the last few days. I’ve never been as heartbroken as I was when you left me here in tears. That’s not what a partner does. They are supposed to be here for you no matter what, but I guess I found your hard line. Your key is on the kitchen island, and you can drop my key off with the apartment manager, as I don’t live there anymore. Please don’t look for where I’m at now. Let me go, and let me move on. I’ll love you until the end of my days, Jay, but I can’t stay and have you look at me like I ruined your life like you did before you walked out. And did you notice that you said goodbye and not that you loved me? Well, I did.  I’m sorry that it had to end like this, but it’s for the best.

Y/N

Jensen was in tears, having read the letter three times. He couldn’t believe that she had left and refused to tell him where she had gone. He had really fucked it all up. Not only had he lost the woman he loved more than anything, she took their unborn child with her just when he had accepted that he would have another baby. Hell, he had actually started to get excited about it, and now, it was all gone. All because he ran instead of staying and dealing with it. Guess Dean Winchester really was a part of him, and now he was alone and devastated. He grabbed his phone, dialing Jared and waiting on him to answer. When he did, Jensen could only say one thing through his tears.

“You were right, man. I fucked up. She’s gone.”

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Remind Me, Part One

Summary: Jensen and Y/N have been drifting apart since he went to film The Boys. When a song on the radio makes him realise just how bad things are, he’s determined to fix it. The problem is he doesn’t know if Y/N wants to fix it or if it’s too little too late and it’s over between them.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

Warnings: Angst, language, marital strain, brief mention of infidelity

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: Okay, so this isn’t what I had in mind when I started writing this... It went super angsty, and it wasn’t my intention. That being said, I kinda like it! All mistakes are mine, but a big thank you to @jbbarnesgirl for reading this through for me! The song used is Remind Me by Brad Paisley and Carrie Underwood. The lyrics are in italics.

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Looking over her reflection again, Y/N checked her makeup and hair were still flawless. Her dress draped over her frame just right, and her jewellery caught the light, sparkling and shining as brightly as the night stars. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She was ready.

Jensen’s new co-stars were in Austin for SXSW, and she wanted her first meeting with them to be perfect. He spoke so highly of them and knew they’d helped him immensely with the stress of a new role and his initial homesickness when he moved to Toronto.

Grabbing her purse, she took one final look in the mirror and forced a smile to her lips. She was getting good at that. She loves her life; loves her husband, but recently, she feels like he doesn’t love her anymore. Something had shifted in Toronto, and they were like ships passing in the night most days. It saddened her that she’d been surprised Jensen had even thought to invite her tonight.

Walking downstairs, she saw Jensen scrolling on his phone, waiting for her. Her heels clacking on the hardwood floor caught his attention, and he glanced up. His jaw went slack, and his gaze softened, and at that moment, Y/N felt a little bit of hope for their marriage blooming in her chest, but so much still had to be ironed out between them.

“What do you think?” Y/N asked, twirling around. “Will I do?” she smiled shyly.

“You more than do, sweetheart. Don’t ever think otherwise. You look beautiful,” Jensen smiled, stepped towards her and kissed her cheek, careful not to smudge her lipstick. “Ready to go?” At her nod, he held his arm out for her to hold and led them to the car waiting for them in the driveway.

Jensen helped her into the vehicle and shut her door before slipping around the back and into the seat next to her. He glanced over at her, transfixed by the way the sunset colours graced her hair and skin, making her glow. She was gazing out the window, watching the world pass by, and he felt a pang in his chest.

He didn’t know when she started walking on eggshells around him, and he could feel her slowly pull away. He knows it’s his fault; she’d been infinitely patient with him when he was filming The Boys. Due to the pandemic, they couldn’t travel to see each other, and there could be no weekend visits home. He’d been gone for six months straight.

Jensen did his best to keep a regular schedule of phone calls and FaceTime, but as filming amped up, he took to texting her whenever he could. Then it was the toll of portraying a dark character that took hold of him, and he found himself texting even less. Sometimes going days only responding to her messages with emojis. What he regretted most was that when life started to get back to normal up there, he began choosing a social life with his new friends instead of going home and calling his wife.

The thing was, he thought about her constantly; talked about her constantly, and no other woman held any kind of interest for him. He didn’t know why it was so hard to talk to her. There was so much guilt. She missed him terribly, and Jensen could tell when she was close to her breaking point, but she’d keep her voice upbeat and smile regardless.

For his sake, she tried to hide her real feelings from him. But he knew. He was her husband; of course, he knew. That hurt him deeply, and yet, he didn’t make an effort to try harder, and the longer it went on, the harder it was to talk to her, and the more it became inappropriate to have such a discussion over the phone.

When he came home, she was knee-deep in projects. The brewery, redecorating the house, working hard on their production company. He wasn’t much better. As soon as he was home, he immediately started looking for new roles and threw himself into work too, and somehow, despite her running straight into his arms when he got home and the sweet love they made all night, they seemed to keep drifting further apart.

They were always in different places, working on different things, flying to different cities, spending less and less time together, and even less speaking to one another. It got to the point when they were in the house at the same time, they didn’t know what to say to each other. Their conversations were terse. After the obligatory ‘how are you’, in which they both answered with a half-hearted ‘fine’, all they talked about was work or something that needed doing around the house. It was as if they’d forgotten how to be a couple. Be husband and wife. Lovers.

Oh, he wanted to. He always did, but it didn’t feel right initiating sex when he could barely say two words to her. And he knew it was his fault. Y/N hadn’t done anything wrong. He’d stopped calling her when he was in another city for six months, he’d stopped texting, and he’d shut her out long before she started doing it to him. Now, he didn’t know how to get her back.

“Excuse me?” Y/N’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Yes, ma’am?” The driver asked his eyes on hers through the rear-view mirror.

“If you don’t mind, could you turn the radio up a little? I love this song,” she smiled, and it was a beautiful sight. One he hadn’t seen in a long time. A genuine one, too, not the fake one she usually had plastered on every day.

“Of course, ma’am,” he nodded and turned the volume up on the opening notes of what was unmistakably a country song, and Jensen smiled. They both had a soft spot for country music.

We didn’t care if people stared We’d make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody’d tell us to get a room It’s hard to believe that was me and you

He didn’t know this song, and the words cut through him like a knife. There was a time when Jared and Misha always told them to get a room.

Now we keep saying that we’re okay But I don’t wanna settle for good not great I miss the way that it felt back then I wanna feel that way again

They were great once, and he desperately hoped they could be again. He just needed to take a long, hard look at himself and decide what he wanted to say to her. An apology, definitely, but he also had to find a way to describe how he felt back in Toronto and how it made him shut down a little just to get through some of the fucked up shit he had to film.

Been so long that you’d forget The way I used to kiss your neck Remind me Remind me

He glanced at her again and watched as she sang along quietly. The lyrics made him focus on the pulse point on her neck. The noise she makes when he sucks the skin there… it made him weak in the knees just thinking about it.

So on fire, so in love Way back when we couldn’t get enough Remind me Remind me

Jensen was stunned that the words he was hearing could’ve been specifically about them. He wondered if that’s why she liked this song so much. Did it give her solace that one day soon, they’d finally speak of the elephant in the room?

Remember the airport dropping me off We were kissing goodbye and we couldn’t stop I felt bad ‘cause you missed your flight But that meant we had one more night

Y/N was from Vancouver. That’s where her family were, where she used to work, and where they’d met. She used to travel down to Austin to visit during hiatus, and more than once, she missed her flight home. The pang was back as he suddenly remembered that she’d moved to Austin permanently to be with him just before they married, and not long after that, the world shut down.

She gave up everything to be with him, her family, her friends, her job. All for him. Y/N had known very few people in Austin and didn’t know how to navigate the city, and yet, she loved him so much that she was prepared to give up everything for him. And what had he done in return? Made her feel even more isolated.

Do you remember how it used to be? We’d turn out the lights and we didn’t just sleep Remind me Remind me

Oh, he remembered. He remembered those days all too well, even if they hadn’t had them in six or seven months. They were at one point insatiable, and most nights before they went to sleep, they’d have a little play time with each other before they fell asleep satisfied and content in each other’s arms. Now he was lucky if she didn’t sleep at the very edge of the bed, as far away from him as she could be.

Oh, so on fire, so in love That look in your eyes that I miss so must Remind me Baby remind me

Y/N always commented on how he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world. And she was. She is. The only one he wants anyway. He can’t believe he let things get this bad. All because he was too scared to tell the love of his life that he knew he’d fucked up and was sorry.

I wanna feel that way I wanna hold you close Oh, if you still love me Don’t just assume I know

If you still love me. That one line had him almost breaking down in tears. He hoped she wasn’t questioning his love for her, but he knew it was unlikely. He’d given her no indication that he still loved her. Wanted her. The thought that he could lose her if he didn’t do something… anything to fix this hit him like a damn freight train. He needed to start this discussion now, but he couldn’t. They’d be pulling up to the restaurant any minute.

Oh, baby remind me Remind me Oh, yeah

Oh, do you remember the way it felt You mean back when we couldn’t control ourselves Remind me Yeah remind me

He knew what he needed to do, but later. Once they were home and had all night to talk and cry it all out. He was supposed to meet with an Executive Producer about another pilot for their company first thing in the morning, but that could wait. Everything was going to wait until he fixed this. He needed to remind her that nothing was more important than her.

All those things that you used to do That made me fall in love with you Remind me Oh, baby remind me

Jensen reached across the space between them and took one of her fidgeting hands in his. Y/N tensed for a minute before clasping her fingers with his. And that hurt. Out of everything he’d thought about on this car ride—realised from a damn country song no less—the fact she hadn’t expected him to take her hand, give her that small, intimate gesture of affection and comfort that he used to give her constantly, shattered his heart completely.

Yeah, you’d wake up in my old t-shirt All those mornings I was late for work Remind me Oh, baby remind me

Oh, baby remind me Baby remind me

Jensen was going to fix this. Well, he was going to try. He wouldn’t be surprised if she told him where to go. If she couldn’t forgive him and left his sorry ass, he’d accept that. It was his fault, after all. He deserved it.

The last thing he thought before he spoke was the image of her climbing out of their bed and putting on his shirt to cover her modesty as she went to the kitchen to start the coffee machine and make breakfast for him. And once again, just like the song said, he was always late for work those mornings.

“Can we talk later, once we’re home?” Jensen said as he looked over at his wife shyly. Y/N looked at him, her big eyes hard to read, another thing he hated. He used to be able to know what she was thinking or feeling without her saying a word. Either he’d lost that closeness with her, or she was doing it on purpose.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she smiled sadly.

Neither of them knew what would be said or how it would end, but he’d opened that line of communication between them and had to let the cards fall where they may.

Jensen unlocked the door, pushing it open and letting her enter first. Locking it behind them, he smiled as she walked down the hall, removing the heels that had no doubt been pinching her feet all night. Y/N truly looked stunning tonight. She shone so brightly at the restaurant, laughing and joking with his co-stars, winning them all over. Several of them told her that Jensen constantly talked about her, adding that everything he said hadn’t done her justice.

When he caught up with her, she’d pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge. They hadn’t had much to drink tonight, wanting to be as sober as possible for what was to come. “Do you want a glass? Or can I get you something else?” she asked him as he sat at the kitchen island, and she opened the cabinet to pull down a wine glass.

“Uh, yeah. Wine would be great,” Jensen swallowed harshly, his mouth as dry as the desert and palms getting clammy the closer they got to this conversation. “You look beautiful tonight, sweetheart,” he smiled as she walked over to the island with a glass in each hand.

“Thank you, Jensen,” Y/N looked down shyly and bit her lip at the compliment.

Jensen expected her to sit opposite him, so when she filled the glasses, put the bottle back in the fridge and moved to sit on the stool beside him, he could’ve cried in relief that she didn’t feel the need to have a three-foot marble barrier between them.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Jensen blurted out. “I don’t know what came over me this past year, and I have no excuse or explanation to justify any of it. I don’t want it to. What I did was wrong, and if I could take it back, I would.”

“What happened up there?” Y/N asked, concern furrowing her brow.

“When I first got up there, and it kinda sunk in that I wouldn’t see you for months, and I didn’t know anyone there, it hit me so hard. It took me a while to settle,” Jensen glanced up, saw her full attention was on him, and nodded. Y/N knew this part. She helped him through this part.

“When filming started, I settled in with everyone and the new set, new routines,” she knew all this too, but he didn’t want to skip over anything. “At first, it was sheer exhaustion that made me miss calls. I’d go home, crash on the couch, not even eat.”

Y/N took a long sip from her glass. He scanned her face and body language, looking for any hint of what was going through her mind, but there was nothing. She was listening, sure, but her walls were up, and she was giving nothing away.

“Then, there were the workouts and the relentless choreography for fight scenes, stunts, and long filming hours, and the exhaustion got worse. After that, the scenes we shot got darker and darker and yeah, I did more than a few of those in Supernatural, but this… It was constant. It took a huge toll on me mentally, and whenever I spoke to you, you were so stressed with work and the businesses. I knew how much you missed me, how upset you were, and I didn’t want to burden you with my shit. I couldn’t put that on you too. Not when everything you were already feeling was my fault.”

“Jensen,” Y/N almost whispered.

“God, the guilt! I’m your husband. I’m supposed to be there to take care of you. Protect you. And I hurt you in so many ways, and the harder it got talking to you, the easier it got to just… not call.”

“I’m your wife, Jensen. Regardless of my issues, I’m supposed to be the one you lean on. Which by the way, what I was going through was nothing compared to what you had going on. We’re supposed to be a team. We’re supposed to talk about the hard stuff and work through it together. I moved to another country to be with you, and you left me alone, and I don’t just mean physically. I was here in this goddamn huge house with no one. I think you forget my family and friends are in Canada. I gave up everything for you, and I didn’t even get a daily phone call from the one person I should be able to rely on! The one person who should be relying on me!” she sobbed.

“I know,” Jensen breathed. Y/N was angry, and he knew he deserved every bit of her anger. Still, at least she was talking to him and letting her walls down. Letting him back in. “Baby, I’m not proud of it, and I’m not excusing it. I told myself it was to protect you. And myself. But it was selfish and unkind of me to do that to you.”

“Unkind? Jensen, it was cruel,” Y/N stated. Jensen’s brow furrowed in despair, and tears sprang to his eyes. “Did you know I thought you were cheating on me?” Those words were a knife to his heart.

“What? Baby, no! No, never! I’d never! How could you even think that?” The thought never crossed his mind to cheat. He’d never, ever do something like that to her. Or anyone. The idea that she would think that never once entered his thought process when he was in Toronto. That slap in the face served as a massive wake-up call for him.

“How could I not? All the signs were there, Jensen,” she scoffed. “You were in another country. You were avoiding me, dodging my calls, shutting me out, lying to me.”

“Lying? What do you mean?” This was news to him.

“One day, when you actually answered my call, I asked what you were doing that night. You told me nothing. You were tired and going home. Going straight to bed. And you know what I see on Instagram the next morning? The whole cast was in a bar, celebrating Erin’s birthday, and you were the life and soul of the fucking party. I didn’t know why you thought you couldn’t tell me you were going out. Unless you were having an affair.”

Jensen didn’t even remember having that conversation with her and could find no words of comfort for her. She was right. What he did to her was cruel. “You never said anything,” his voice was barely a whisper.

“Yeah, well, after that, you stopped calling me and never answered any of mine, so how could I?” Y/N fumed as she stepped off the stool.

“Baby, please!” Jensen begged. “Sit down so we can talk about this.”

“I need a minute,” she fired back, walking towards the stairs and disappearing up to their far too cold bedroom.

Y/N went into their ensuite, locking the door behind her. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, she finally let the tears fall. She understood that he was in a bad place. They’d watched both seasons of The Boys. It was fucked up, and that was putting it politely. What upset her most was that he felt he couldn’t talk to her about it, and what did that say about her as a wife?

Wiping her face, she stood up and walked to the sink. Scoffing at her ruined makeup, she opened the drawer and pulled out her cleansers, meticulously scrubbing at her skin, feeling like she was talking off her armour. Staring at herself in the mirror, skin red and eyes puffy, she asked herself if she could forgive him.

Stripping out of her dress and underwear, she returned to the master bedroom and pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a flannel that was Jensen’s. Taking a few deep breaths, she returned downstairs, needing to finish this conversation with her husband.

Now barefoot, he didn’t hear her come down the stairs or her footsteps approaching on the hardwood floor. Jensen’s head was in his hands, and Y/N thought she could hear him sniffling. His attention was brought to her presence when she opened the fridge, pulled out the wine bottle, and refilled both glasses before sitting next to him.

“I swear to you, there was no one else. I understand if you don’t believe me, but it’s true,” Jensen spoke quietly, his voice deeper with emotion.

“I believe you,” her response was so quiet he barely heard it.

“You do?” he checked, sighing deeply in relief. “Thank you.”

“You understand why I thought there was, right?” she checked. “If the shoe was on the other foot, and I did to you what you were doing to me, what would you think was going on?” Y/N’s voice was stern, the walls going back up to protect her heart. “Not to mention how tense things have been since you came home. We live in the same house and barely see each other, Jensen.”

“I know, and I want to change that. I can’t live like this anymore. I need my wife by my side. I need her support and her encouragement,” Jensen admitted.

“You always had it, Jay,” she sighed, defeated. “You just chose not to let me give it to you, and that hurts. I need time to think about everything. Thank you for finally talking to me and explaining what was going on, but it’s taken you all this time to talk to me about it, and I don’t know if I can forgive that. I don’t know if I can stay with you and trust that the same thing won’t happen on the next job you take,” Y/N explained tearfully.

“Y/N, please!” Jensen begged. “I love you so much! I can’t…”

“I just need some time to think. You’ve lost my trust, Jensen. And that’s something I never expected from you. I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight. Give us both some space,” she told him.

“Y/N/N, baby… I need you to know that I love you. Always,” Jensen’s voice wavered, his own emotions bubbling over at what he prayed to God wasn’t going to be a permanent goodbye.

“Good night, Jay.” Y/N stood, grabbed her full wine glass, and headed down the hall to the guest bedroom.

Part Two

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So, I’m sitting here. Reading before bed. I worked all day. Super tired. Need to unwind. I pull out my new book. Something that’s supposed to be a little more upbeat, to help my mood out.

This gem right here. I get about 29 pages in, and spot something.

Sound familiar? No? Let me just help ya out.

Anyways, I’m pretty hype at this point. I can imagine the glorious bastard above for another romance. Win across the board. And then…just around the corner? I spot this.

Jensen. I repeat. The name Jensen was mentioned. Jensen isn’t common. “J” is it?

I’m less than a third in, and I’m fully convinced this is undercover Jensen Ackles fan fiction. Will update when finished. Until then?

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A Chance at Love

Part 3

Jensen x Reader

Summary:

Having been legal guardian to your niece for almost a year, you land a job on the set of Supernatural.  You become good friends with Jared, doing his makeup everyday but when Jensen gets back from a small break, are you able to stick to your oath to keep your heart closed?

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“So sorry I am late!”  You called to Carol, as you quickly set your stuff down in the trailer the next morning.

“Drop off was a nightmare.”  You explained.

“No problem, Jared won’t come for five more minutes so all is well.”  You were thankful for how understanding she was.

“Good morning Carol!”  A big man walked into the trailer.  You weren’t sure he would fit.

“Good morning Jared!”  She gave the man a hug.  “Meet our new recruit, Y/N”  She introduced you.

“Nice to meet you, I heard you were coming.”  He smiled at you and shook your hand.

“Thank you, it's nice to meet you as well.”  You replied.  

“Carol had said you have a little girl?”  He continued, as he sat in your chair, and you grabbed your materials.  You knew what scenes were being filmed so you knew what makeup he needed.

“Yes, her name is Morgan and she is the sweetest 4 year old ever.  I say that with complete bias and complete honesty.”  You laughed.  He let out a big laugh as well.

“I am sure.  I don’t have any kids, but I want a few.”

“His girlfriend used to be on the show until he killed her,” Carol explained, and winked at him.

“It definitely makes dinners awkward,”  He joked.

“I am sure!”  You laughed.   “I have to be honest, I am not caught up yet, I stopped after season 3.  Last year was…hard.”  You said.  You hoped you hid your frown but Carol gave you a sympathetic look.

“But she is catching up and regardless will be helpful for season 5!”  Carol said.  It had just started filming and you were thankful to not come in halfway through filming. It was easier to get started in the beginning before the craziness began.

“I can’t believe we are starting season 5, we didn’t think we would get this far.”  Jared mused.

“It’s probably why Jensen isn’t here, he didn’t know to come back”  Carol mused.  Jared let out another big laugh.  You weren’t convinced he knew how to do anything small.

“No kidding.  But he is taking a few more days to be with his parents since he doesn’t need to start filming until Friday.”  Jared explained.

“And how are you doing without your other half?”  Carol asked, faking concern.

“It’s terrible really. So selfish to spend time with his parents and not me”  He pretended to be hurt.

“I take it you are very close”  You said.

“Joined at the hip practically.  They bonded very early.  Which is why the chemistry of the show is so good for one”  Carol said.

“He is practically my brother.  You will love him when you meet him.  He is really great”  Jared said.

“Can’t wait”  You said, and you were more surprised you meant it.  So much for planning to keep your head down.  But Carol was right, it felt like a family here already.

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