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New Life

Summary: Sam finds himself in a djinn induced dream world on Halloween day.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Halloween Request: @arryn-nyx  

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"Sammy!"

"Sammy, wake up!"

The urgency Sam hears in a familiar muffled voice jerks him out of a sound sleep. He rubs his tired eyes, confused beyond belief as he scans his unusual surroundings. What the hell? This definitely isn't the bunker.

"You ok, baby?" Sam's breathing picks up once his focus is pulled back to who's laying next to him in bed.

It's you. For some weird, inexplicable reason you're wearing one of his old, worn t-shirts and snuggled close to his side. You look just as beautiful as always but there's also something different about you too. The constant worry that's usually a fixture in your eyes is gone, as if all the stresses of being a hunter just slipped away.

"Sam." You place a gentle touch on your husband's arm unsure if anything else will rattle him.

"Hm?"

"It seems like you were having a bad nightmare."

"I was?" He replies with no memory of it.

His sparkling hazel eyes finally meet your own and the pure panic etched on his face has you feeling concerned. Sitting up a bit to lean on your elbows, you watch as he studies you with an intense expression.

"Are you feeling ok?" You raise your hand to feel Sam's forehead but he takes ahold of your wrist, his brows furrowing over the diamond on your finger.

"Something is very wrong, Y/N." He states lowly, his alarmed gaze boring into yours.

"I think you need more rest, babe." You tell him worried. "Maybe I should call everyone and reschedule."

"Reschedule what?" He asks not missing the look of surprise on your face. "Do you mean plans with Dean? I really need to talk to Dean."

"Well...yeah Dean's coming along with a bunch of other people." You state carefully, your husband senses your apprehension and speaks up with a false sense of remembrance.

"Right! Right. Yup I knew that." He stumbles out, unable to hide his confusion.

"What's going on, Sammy? Last night you were beyond thrilled about the party and now you're acting like you forgot about it."

"The party?" Sam repeats, racking his brain for some reasonable explanation for all of this.

"Today is Halloween." You say slowly. "So we're having a Halloween party..."

Could this be the spell work of some heinous witch? Is the trickster fucking with him? Are you and his brother pulling off an elaborate prank? Any of these scenarios would bring some clarity into the craziness that he's experiencing.

"I'll go get you a glass of water. I'll be right back." You lean over and peck Sam's lips causing his whole body to stiffen at the movement.

Well that was new. You're only his best friend so this whole level of affection is shocking to him. Of course he's always yearned for this kind of relationship with you. Hell it would be a dream come true but he just never worked up the nerve to tell you.

"Holy shit." Sam swallows thickly, his eyes adjusting to the image of you climbing off the bed and exiting the bedroom.

You have a baby bump. Sam was so distracted and freaked out at first that he completely missed it. He can't seem to wrap his head around the fact that you're pregnant. Especially when you've always said that kids just aren't your thing.

Yet here you are - having a baby. His baby. The thought makes Sam dash into the bathroom as bile threatens to rise up. What the hell is happening to him? How is any of this possible? It can't be. Can it?

Grabbing his iPhone, Sam frantically dials his older brother but Dean for some reason isn't answering his calls. His mind scrambles wondering what he should do next, normally you would be the second person in line that he would turn to.

"Sam? You alright?" There's a light tapping on the door followed by you peeking your head in.

The obvious worry over his bizarre behavior is starting to show on your face. Sam has no explanation for what is happening but he knows that you don't deserve to feel this way.

"Yeah. I'm...I'm good." Your husband smiles weakly, then he suggests that you both go make some breakfast. Nodding your head, you notice that he waits for you to lead the way which is definitely odd.

After eating in mostly silence, Sam stares at you with a shy but also hopeful smile, "I didn't sleep well last night. So I guess I woke up all disoriented. I'm feeling better though."

"Oh good." You reply softly, absentmindedly rubbing your stomach as he starts clearing the kitchen table.  

"So the party's a go, Sammy?"

"Yes. Definitely." Sam confirms wanting to see your face light up in excitement. And he instantly feels calmer inside once he sees it happen.

Of course Sam's brain doesn't allow him peace for much longer so he turns his attention back to you. He may be fuzzy on the details but he's certain that you'll always be there for him, regardless of what reality you're both stuck in.

"You sure you're ok, babe?" You stand up, raising on your tip toes so you can wrap your arms around Sam's neck. He chuckles watching you try to balance with your massive baby bump in the way.

"Shut up. I feel and look like a house right now." You groan pressing your face into his chest.

Sam pulls back and sweeps some hair away from your face, he leans in for a sweet kiss and nothing has ever felt so right. He doesn't know where the hell he ended up but it's turning out to be a pretty great place.

"You're beautiful, Y/N. Always has been and always will be." Sam whispers making you blush, even after five years of marriage this man can still give you butterflies.

His eyes fall down to your bump and it gives him a sudden urge, "Can I...can I feel?" Sam wonders quietly.

"Of course, silly. You're the one who did this to me after all." You tease reaching for Sam's hand and placing it on your tummy.

The warm smile that develops on your face makes Sam's uneasiness disappear. He waits patiently to see if the baby will kick and just about beams with joy when it finally does. This strange but perfect world is throwing him for a loop. Tears start filling his eyes at the mere thought that this could be his life. That this is his life.

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Oh Shit

Prompt: “It would be great if you could stop acting like a bitch.”

Pairing: cop!Sam x Reader

Requested: @liz-marie7

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Pulling into his driveway, Sam couldn't be more grateful that his tiring work day has ended. As he shifts his cruiser into park, your cute laugh catches his attention through the rolled down passenger window.

It makes Sam's head snap towards the new neighbors house and what he sees makes his blood boil. You're completely oblivious that he's even home, too engrossed in giggling as you shake your ass in front of Nathan.

Nathan being the new buff neighbor who's ridiculously attractive and apparently charming based on your actions. They haven't met yet but of course Sam did a quick background check on the guy. He decides that it's fucking time Nathan knows exactly who he's living next to now.

"Hey, babe!" You greet cheerfully, once you notice that your tall husband is coming over. His body language instantly tips you off that he's pissed but you're completely clueless as to why.

Sam throws you a strained smile as he snakes his arm around your waist and jerks you flush against him. His glare towards Nathan makes you both immediately confused and uncomfortable.

"I'm Sam. Y/N's husband." He coldly spits making your eyes widen.

"Nice to meet you, Sam. Your beautiful wife has bragged about you. Definitely good things." Nathan assures surprised about his abrupt introduction.

"Oh I bet." Sam sasses back, tightly squeezing your side with his strong hand. "I hope that my beautiful wife mentioned that I'm a cop."

"Hence the uniform and the cruiser parked in our driveway." You speak up with a chuckle, attempting to lift the tension that is now insanely palpable.

"And the gun." Sam adds with a low growl, resting a hand on his loaded firearm that's holstered on his right side.

"Uh...right." Nathan laughs nervously, his brain now scrambling for what to say next. He barely glances at his watch then awkwardly makes eye contact with your husband.

"Look at the time...I should start dinner." He blurts out already trekking backwards away from you and Sam.

"Ok. Have a good night." You politely call out to him. The second Nathan turns his back, you latch onto Sam's arm to drag him inside. Your fingernails dig into your husband's skin making him hiss but he wisely keeps his mouth shut.

"What the hell, Winchester?!" You fume harshly at the 6'4 muscled pain in the ass.

"What?" Sam's innocent tone dumbfounds you as he locks the front door behind him.

"Don't play stupid. We need to talk about what just happened outside."

"I don't want to talk about it. Especially when there's nothing to talk about." Sam snaps swiftly striding down the hallway.

"It would be great if you could stop acting like a bitch."

"It would be great if our neighbor didn't want to fuck my wife." Sam states now with an edge in his voice and it makes you pause. He shrugs his shoulders at your lack of response and then starts unbuttoning his uniform shirt.

"What?!" It's all you can manage at the moment, the shock of his words needing to wear off. In a huff, you start trailing behind him as he stalks to the bedroom to change his clothes.

"You're so ridiculous, Sammy." You grumble at him. "You have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."

"I'm not blind, Y/N. His perverted eyes were attached to your ass when I pulled up! And the best part...you were showing him." He snarls roughly, chucking his work boots into the closet and slamming the door shut.

"You are going to march next door right now and apologize to Nathan." You chide with a hard poke to his chest.

"And why would I do that, Y/N?" Your husband's sweet puppy dog eyes are now flashing with anger as he runs a hand through his long hair.

"Because Nathan is gay. You jealous, dumb ass." You respond frustrated.

"Gay?" Sam's taken aback by your answer and it makes you shake your head at him.

"I...really...Are you sure?"

"Yes! I met his boyfriend Tony earlier today. He also lives next door now."

"Oh shit." Sam breathes out feeling embarrassed. "And you were showing him your ass because?"

"Nathan complimented my new jeans! He said my ass looks good in them so I did a little twirl to make him laugh."

"Oh..."

"I like Nathan and Tony. I want to be friends with them so you get your giant ass over there and apologize. Or so help me..."

"Ok!" Sam cuts you off. "I will right now, baby. I promise."

"Thank you." You say with a huge sigh of relief.

"You could of told me you know." Sam adds glancing over his shoulder.

"It's very obvious, dude. He's even dressed better than I am for Christ's sake." You scoff pinching the bridge of your nose.

"I guess I never paid attention." Sam mumbles adorably before focusing his eyes on you.

"No shit."

"Your ass does look incredible in those jeans by the way." Your husband delivers with a bite of his lower lip.

"Go!" You giggle making your husband race out of the bedroom and head towards the neighbors house.

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Wasted

Summary: Sam and the reader decide to carve pumpkins but it doesn’t turn out the way they planned.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Halloween Request: @winchesterprincessbride

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Halloween.

Although it's a corny holiday, Sam Winchester decides to partake in it because it's your absolute favorite. And to win major brownie points, he made plans to carve a bunch of pumpkins with you. Knowing it will put you in the best of moods, he plans on using it to his full advantage.

Is that a little self serving? Yes. But Sam needs all of the help that he can get. Tonight's activity will no longer just be a fun idea with his best friend, it will soon turn into something more. Or at least he hopes so.

Sam Winchester has always been head over heels in love with you and it's been weighing heavily on him for years. Whether it be his lack of balls or some moron slobbering all over you, it was always the same result. He could never reveal his feelings to you.

But this time shit will be different, this time Sam will man up and tell you exactly what you mean to him. He knows there's a serious contender named Jake who's been around lately and Sam will be damned if he loses you to a dumb ass who wears boat shoes.

Unfortunately Sam's nerves are getting the best of him and he chooses to rectify it with some strong alcohol. Too much alcohol. His brother walks into the living room and he starts howling at what's taking place. This will only get better because he knows that you'll be at the apartment any second now.

Knock Knock.

"Y/N! What's up, pretty girl?" Dean greets holding his arms open for a hug.

"Not much since I saw you yesterday, Winchester." You chuckle softly.

"Well...something new is definitely happening right now." Dean snorts unable to contain his amusement. He throws an arm over your shoulder and quickly guides you into the next room.

"Oh my god." You burst out laughing as you take in your clearly inebriated friend who's bouncing around. He's deliciously shirtless, while wearing a white fedora type hat and he is holding a fake colorful bird...what the fuck.

"Y/N! You made it. Finally!" Sam rushes over to you, barely pausing when he picks you up off of the ground with ease.

"What are you doing, dude?" You giggle, gesturing to the bird he's holding. Instead of answering you, the gorgeous man brings it up to his lips for a kiss.

"Ok then." You reply turning towards Dean, your eyes obviously pleading for some context.

"You two kids have fun." Dean smirks already walking away. "I have a date. Don't wait up."

"Seriously." You sigh when the front door slams shut, focusing back on the younger Winchester near you.

"Come on, Y/N!" Your best friend grips your forearm tight, pulling you into kitchen area.

"Let's carve this shit!" Sam exclaims gesturing to the pumpkins on the wooden table. He ignores the carving kit and reaches for the biggest, sharpest knife in the silverware drawer.

"Woah...slow down, handsome." You say snatching it away. "You need to sober up a bit first before you start traipsing around with dangerous objects in your hand."

"I'm perfectly perfect, Y/N! Don't be a party pooper."

"You're right." You hand it back to Sam, eyeing him carefully and he knows that was way too easy even in his drunken state.

"Go ahead, Sammy." You encourage with a smile before spinning around to make him some much needed caffeine. Deciding to get this show on the road, you opt for a large cup of instant coffee.

"Just know...there's no way in hell I'm driving your ass to the ER if you hurt yourself. You'll just bleed out on the floor. That will be your punishment."

"Y/NNN..." Sam's immediate whining has you giggling before you can stop it. The adorable pout that he's wearing paired with his puppy dog eyes is almost killing you.

"Sit down and drink this, tough guy." You place the mug down in front of him, then sit down yourself and start picking out designs that you want to carve.

"Done! Give me the knife!"

"You seriously just chugged that?! How's your throat feeling, dork?" You answer, the man is three sheets to the wind and one cup clearly won't have much of an impact.

Three mugs full of coffee and one sandwich later, Sam is now snapping out of his drunkenness and has been given the big knife. You notice he's oddly quiet now and almost embarrassed which is surprising. Everyone who knows him is aware that he's a light weight. This has happened many times before, although sharp objects are usually not involved.

"So what happened, Sam?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know we were going to carve pumpkins. So why get trashed?" You add curiously.

"It just happened I guess." He mumbles, trying and failing to make perfect ragged teeth on his pumpkin.

"Sam..."

"I don't know...I guess...well..." Sam starts appearing very flustered and you're now officially lost as to what's happening. Your phone dings from a text and it makes your friend snap his head up.

"Who's that?"

"Jake. He wants to make me dinner tomorrow night. Isn't that cute?" You grin wide staring at your phone, missing the flash of shock and then anger on Sam's face.

"I love you." He blurts out automatically as heat rushes to his cheeks. His god damn chest is literally starting to hurt because his heart is beating so hard.

"You...what..." Is all you manage to say, trying to study him as if you're hearing things. Sam can sense your apprehension and decides it's now or fucking never.

"I'm in love with you. I have been for seven years now, ever since we first met. I've been too much of a pussy to confess it to you but I wanted to finally do it tonight. And that's why I got wasted." Sam tells you sheepishly, running a nervous hand through his long hair.

"I needed some liquid courage and obviously went overboard. That wasn't supposed to happen."

"Well you're in luck, you big lightweight." You close the distance and crash your lips into his, chuckling at how he freezes as first. "I love you too."

"Thank fucking god!" Sam let's out a long, relieved moan then locks his mischievous peepers with yours.

"No offense to the pumpkins but I have a much better idea about how we can spend the night." Sam's hazel eyes darken as he swiftly throws you over his shoulder and then races towards his bedroom.

Happy Halloween, indeed.

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Oneshots

Cool Move

The reader runs into Sam, the one person she never wants to see again.

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Fuck.

Sam runs into the reader and he’s excited to see her. The only problem is that she doesn’t recognize him.

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New Life

Sam finds himself in a djinn induced dream world on Halloween day.

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Wasted

Sam and the reader decide to carve pumpkins but it doesn’t turn out the way they planned.

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Drabbles

Bad Girl

Bullshit

Damn

Mine

My Queen

Oh Shit

Say My Name

Smooth

Time Out

Whore Lipstick

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2.5K Drabbles/Oneshots!

I finally finished my 2.5K celebration prompts! Thanks for your patience. Enjoy!!!

Drabbles

A Beautiful Lie  Jensen x Reader - “Why does everyone think we’re dating?!“

Bitch  Dean x Reader - “Don’t invite her, she might fall in love with me again.”

Broken  Jensen x Reader - “What do you mean it broke?”

Exhausted  Jensen x Reader - “Oh relax…it will probably grow back.”

Fuck Buddy  Dean x Reader - “Girls can’t handle this dick.”

Fuck, Marry, Kill  Jensen x Reader  - “Seriously? You want him over me?”

Moving On  Dean x Reader - “Are you trying to figure out if I’m a stripper?”

Now You Do  Jensen x Reader - “Why does my mom think you’re pregnant?”

Open Wide  Dean x Reader - “No decision should ever be made at 2am!“

Repay You  Dean x Reader - “I miss the days when you were cute and innocent.“

Shit  Jensen x Reader - “Is it too soon to say that we’re fucked?”

Undercover  Dean x Reader “You might not be aware but staring at my tits is unprofessional.”

You  Dean x Reader - “Out of all the things you’ve stuck in your mouth…that’s my least favorite one.”

Oneshots

Boner  Dean x Reader - “I’m not sure if you’re trying to turn me on but I have a boner now.”

Confession  Jensen x Reader - “Um…did you move into my house?“

Home  Jensen x Reader - “Why aren’t you nervous around me?“

Ideal  Jensen x Reader - “I honestly think you’re full of shit.“

Plastic  Jensen x Reader - “He’s been periodically throwing spoons at me for the past five years.”

Pop Princess  Jensen x Reader - “Don’t talk to me like I’m a god damn child.“

Proposition  Jensen x Reader - You’ve given up being sexy a long time ago haven’t you?“

Rich Bitch  Dean x Reader - “Dude…what’s with the short shorts?“

Sober  Jensen x Reader - “Why are you in my bed?!”

Spank Me  Dean x Reader - “Stop staring at my ass and help me!”

That’s My Girl  Jensen x Reader - “That’s not a good enough reason to get married.”

Vulnerable  Dean x Reader - “Will you for once stop thinking with your dick!”

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Stripped - Part 1

Summary: Being a high powered publicist, the reader is hired to work with the destructive rock star Jensen Ackles. Her task is to revamp his difficult image from the ground up. Will the reader succeed? Or will she get sucked into his crazy life?

Pairing: rockstar!Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,175

“Well, shit. I was expecting room service but fuck that noise. Wanna be my breakfast, sweet girl?” Jensen sucks in his bottom lip, practically radiating sin while his eyes drink you in. Who the hell answers the door like that? Jensen motherfucking Ackles.

“No thanks.” You smirk in amusement, taking in the rock star’s disheveled but still delicious appearance. This man will make or break your fucking world, you’re still torn which way you want it to go.

“Then how will I know if you’re a good girl or a bad girl?” 

“I have to say…you’re even more entertaining than I thought you’d be.” The giggle that slips past your lips erases Jensen’s arrogant smile, a pissed off scowl is now staring back at you.

“I’m too hung over for fucking games. Who the hell are you?” He abruptly snarls, chugging down the vodka hiding in his glass of orange juice.

“Y/N L/N. I’ve been hired as your new publicist. I specialize in crisis management.”

“I must still be high cause I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about, darlin. There’s no crisis here…just the opposite. I got laid twice last night and once this morning. Each girl was hotter than the next. Shit is good.”

“You…Jensen. You’re the crisis and I get the wonderful task of managing your ass. Now move, I’m coming in. We have a lot to talk about.” Taken aback from your insolent response, the rock star hesitates before springing into action.

“What the…Cohen!” Jensen flies past you marching into the next room, his exhausted manager Matt Cohen appears seemingly unaffected by his client’s reaction. With a kind smile, he jumps to his feet and pulls you in for a long overdue hug. At least someone around here has fucking manners.

“Good to see you, Y/N.”

“You too, Matty. It’s been awhile.” You chuckle making yourself comfortable on one of the plush couches, ignoring the death stare being thrown your way.

“Oh so you two know each other? Awesome. Wanna explain to me what she’s doing here, dude?” Jensen growls at Matt, his glare so intense that you’re relieved it’s not directed towards you.

“Y/N and I go way back so relax, Ackles. We don’t get to hang out as much anymore because our work schedules are so crazy. It's not a good thing when you need to see her professionally…it means you’re up shit’s creek. And that’s exactly where you are, buddy.“ 

“Bloody hell…I’m fine! I don’t need some random chick invading my life and fucking it all up. And you clearly picked her because she’s hot and you think that will sway me over this bullshit!”

“Stop being a prick and just listen to Y/N for Christ’s sake.”

With a quick eye roll at Jensen’s dramatic behavior, you decide to jump right into the god damn fire. This isn’t the first time a client has been uncooperative and you know for a fucking fact that it won’t be the last. 

“To start off I wanna say that I’m a huge fan of your voice. And I loved the raw sound of your last album. It’s definitely a favorite.” You do your best to hold in a chuckle, the apparent confusion on his face is just adorable.

“I’m looking forward to the new one that’s coming out too.”

“Uh…thank you.” 

“It’s just too bad that no one else gives a fuck.” You add nonchalantly, more focused on typing something into your iPad.

“What…”

“Along with the new album, you have a tour coming up in a few months, yes? Being a fan, I was curious about it so I googled you. And instead of finding out what venues you’ll hit or when new music will be released…I found all sorts of fun stuff.” Pretending your new client isn’t shooting daggers your way, you continue. 

“Let’s hear some of it shall we? I’m only going to read a few headlines, otherwise we’ll be here all friggin day…”

“Fresh off his arrest last week, Ackles is already back to his destructive ways.”

“How long before rock star Ackles will end up back in rehab?”

“Playboy Ackles leaves strip club Voyeur with a stripper on each arm.”

“Jensen Ackles: drunk and high. What else is new?” 

Suddenly feeling a heavy gaze, you snap your head up to witness Jensen practically foaming at the mouth. Letting out a somewhat strangled moan, he hops up from his seat and starts pacing furiously. Matt gestures at you to keep going, knowing full well that all of this needs to be said. 

“I didn’t sign off on this!” The rockstar barks into the air, realizing the only thing left to do is call his record label and bitch them out.

As if Matt can read his friend’s mind, “The label is about to drop you, man. The negative press has gone on for too long. They now look at you as more of a liability than anything else.”

“That’s complete bullshit!” Jensen stubbornly fires back, anger clouding his mind. 

“No it’s fucking reality. You’ve always been a money maker, regardless of your bad reputation so the label looked the other way. But now your actions are affecting business. One of the three tour promoters has already dropped out. The other two are not far behind. If there are no promoters then there’s no tour resulting in no money. I could go on but you know how all of this shit works.” Matt finishes with a pained expression, clearly worried that this will all go straight to hell.

“You have to think about what you want, Jensen. You’ll continue to lose money, credibility and respect if you keep living this way.” You strongly stress, unexpectedly grabbing his attention.

“Jensen doesn’t get a say, Y/N. This is happening for his own good. Even if his career were to magically turn around without your help, he’d probably still party himself into the ground.” Matt forcefully declares.

“This is fucking ridiculous, Y/N! What the hell are you gonna make me do?” 

“First thing…you’ll leave this high profile five star hotel and stay somewhere more off the grid. There will be no appearances whatsoever - personal or professional. You’ll also stay off social media and cut off contact with anyone that isn’t necessary. You will basically drop off the face of the earth for as long as needed. That’s step one.”

“Sure why not. I’ll do all that.” Jensen agrees unconvincingly, his words practically dripping with sarcasm.

“I know you will because I’ll be right there to make sure of it.” You quickly retort, a crooked smile tugging at your mouth as his drops open in shock.

“Wait…you’re gonna fucking babysit me?!”

“Buckle up, Ackles. It’s gonna be a shitty ride.”

Part 2

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Undercover

Prompt: “You might not be aware but staring at my tits is unprofessional.”

Characters: detective!Dean x cop!Reader

Requested: @maraisabellegrey

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“I don’t love this idea, Y/N.”

“Did you see the cool lipstick that they gave me? There’s actually a small knife hidden in there. It’s awesome.” Pulling it out of your purse, you twist open the mauve disguise to reveal the weapon to your co-worker Sam. He also happens to be a long time best friend who tends to get a bit wary over your choices.

“Y/N…”

“Shut up, Sammy. This is happening whether you like it or not. I got this.” You stress to him, furiously pacing in your insanely high heels.

“Ok but…”

“The bastard has killed five girls so far, dude. If this is what it takes to bring the fucker down then so be it.” You declare dramatically, trying to avoid the worry in his puppy dog eyes.

You have no one to blame other than yourself for getting into this dangerous situation. Your sergeant offered a high priority assignment and you jumped the gun, foolishly accepting it without hearing all of the details.

How did you get into this predicament? You’re extremely determined to nail down this case so you can finally become a detective. Of course it would’ve been nice to know ahead of time that you’ll be bait for a vicious serial killer. Also that you’ll have to portray a call girl that he found on Craigslist and meet him in some seedy motel.

So now here you are, dressed like a whore and roaming around the busy precinct like it’s no biggie. At least you hope it’s appearing that way. You’re trying to distract yourself, blocking out all of the shitty scenarios in your mind that could play out.

Tonight will go one of two ways and you’ve been praying nonstop that things will go according to plan. There’s a fifty-fifty chance that you’ll leave the motel in a body bag and that thought is barely hidden in the corner of your mind.

“What about Dean? He will literally kill me if this goes sideways, Y/N. And the fact that we’re keeping him in the dark about this operation…” Sam trails off, imagining all of the ways that his brother would bring him pain.

“I’m a fucking cop. I don’t need his permission to go undercover. He’ll get over it.” You pause your pacing and stand firmly in front of Sam’s desk while he’s perched on top of it. You fail to miss the way his eyes widen because you’re too busy adjusting your push up bra.

“What the fuck?!” You surprisingly hear a deep, gruff voice and it makes your stomach immediately drop. Damn it. You know that sexy tone.

Dean’s supposed to be using up some of his personal time this week. This whole thing was planned purposely on a day that he would be off. He’s always been a bit overprotective over you and everyone knows that he would cause an uproar over this. Fuck.

“Why are you here, Winchester?” You demand instantly, crossing your arms over your chest unknowingly pushing your boobs up.

“Novak is sick so I’m taking his shift.” He replies back, not bothering to tear his eyes away from your ample cleavage.

“Damn it, Jimmy.” You mutter to yourself before realizing Dean is still checking you out.

“You might not be aware but staring at my tits is unprofessional.” You glare moving his attention back to your face.

“What the hell is going on, Y/N? Why are you wearing that?”

“I’m going undercover, hence my lovely outfit.” You explain gesturing down to your black see through dress.

“You look like a cheap slut.” Dean huffs with a scowl, his mind wandering in a million different directions.

“Thanks!” You grin proudly, causing Dean’s candy apple eyes to bug out.

“Son of a bitch.” He mumbles out. “What’s the case?”

“Singer. We finally have enough evidence to take him down. I’m trapping the asshole tonight.” You inform him before moving to sit down at your desk.

“I…this is…hell no! I’m shutting this shit down.” Dean loudly growls stalking away from you towards Sergeant Crowley’s office. Without knocking, he swings the door open and slams it so loud that everyone in the station freezes for a second.  

“Dean.” Crowley sighs heavily, mentally preparing himself for the shit storm that’s about to take place.

“You’re supposed to be at home but yet here you are. How nice of you to make an appearance. Today of all days in fact.” He drawls sounding bored.

“There’s no way that Y/N can be involved in Singer’s case so just find another undercover. Pick one of the female detectives.”

“The victims are all alike in appearance, Dean. And Y/N’s the only one in the department that matches the killer’s type. She’ll be fine. I have no doubt that she can handle this.”

“We’re pretty much handing her over to a sick fuck!” Dean shouts pounding his fist on Crowley’s desk.

“I’m not jeopardizing this whole operation because your precious little feelings are getting in the way. Deal with your jealousy on your own time.” Crowley snarls fed up with his lack of respect.

“Jealously?! I’m concerned about the safety of my co-worker and also close friend.”

“Don’t play dumb, Dean. We all know how you feel about Y/N and how you’re too much of a wuss to make a move. Frankly, you’re both dumb asses.”

“Singer is no joke. He’s a psychopath, Crowley.” Dean seethes. “You honestly think this will end well?”

“She’s not a god damn civilian! She’s an intelligent, experienced uniform who has been undercover before. Tonight’s the night we put Bobby Singer in cuffs. End of discussion. Now get out of my office, Winchester.”

Dean unwillingly exits his boss’s office then stomps back over to where you are, aggravation evident on his face, “I can’t believe you agreed to this, Y/N.”

“I’ll have backup ya know. The team will be camped out right across the hall from me. And there are cameras setup in the room so they’ll be able to see everything. Just relax, ok?” You sigh standing up to stretch, noticing how your friend unabashedly scans your form.

“You’re not gonna let him touch you right?” Dean narrows his eyes at you, just the thought of it happening makes his skin crawl.

“I’ll try to keep my distance but I need to act interested at first so he doesn’t get tipped off.”

“This is just my luck. A fucking serial killer will get farther with you than I ever have.” Dean strains his jaw unable to stop as he grits his teeth.

“Seriously. I don’t eve…wait what?” You respond taken aback, searching his panicked face for an explanation.

“Nothing.”

“No not nothing. What are you talking about?” Before you’re able to nag him for an answer, he pulls you flush against him and wraps his strong arms around you as if you’ll float away.

“I can’t lose you.” Dean whispers into your ear, tightening his death grip around your body.

“I’ll be fine, Winchester. I promise.”

~

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Exhausted

Prompt: “Oh relax…it will probably grow back.”

Characters: daddy!Jensen (surgeon!Jensen), daughter Madison, son Max

Requested: @jotink78

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“Home sweet home.” Jensen grumbles carelessly, roughly ripping off his jacket as he finally walks through the front door. Having just finished his second complicated surgery of the day, he’s ready to fucking crash for a week.

Jensen barely reacts to the sound of distant yelling echoing through the house, his overworked brain assuming it’s just a TV show. But the voices become strangely familiar as he trudges towards the staircase.

The shriek of his fifteen year old daughter breaks Jensen out of his exhausted state, making him hightail it up the stairs. Ignoring all of the awful scenarios invading his mind, he bursts through the door of her bedroom.

“Madison! What’s wrong?!” The scene Jensen sees makes him do a double take. His son and daughter appear to be unharmed, for some reason she’s soaking wet but that’s seems to be it.

“Max is dead!” She screams, quickly charging at her younger brother.

“Whoaaa there.” Jensen jumps in the way, stopping her from lunging at Max who’s laughing hysterically. He’s about to lecture them both but a dumb ass catches his eye.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Jensen glares at Madison’s boyfriend who’s awkwardly standing in the corner of the room.

“We’re hanging out, dad.”

“You know the rules, young lady. He’s only allowed here if me or your mom are around. And we both know your mom isn’t home right now.”

“Can you please focus and punish your son?! He poured a bowl of water on my head! And he stuck a big wad of gum into Chris’s hair.” She huffs stomping her foot dramatically.

“Why would you do that Max?” Jensen asks mono toned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I admit nothing.” Max smirks mischievously, reminding Jensen of his younger self. Oh, he’s gonna be a god damn trouble maker.

“Max go to your room. I’ll deal with you later.”

“Seriously? That’s his punishment? He’ll just play video games or watch Netflix.” Madison whines earning an eye roll from her father, he doesn’t have the energy right now for this shit.

“Ok fine. Max go to the…laundry room.”

“What am I supposed to do in there?”

“I don’t care. Go!” Jensen barks before whipping back around to deal with his disobedient daughter.

“I can’t believe it.” Madison pouts inspecting her boyfriend’s longish blonde hair. Max must have chewed like four or five pieces of gum and then stuck them together.

“How did a nine year old prank the both of you? Why weren’t you paying attention?” Jensen suspiciously moves closer, eyeing Chris who instinctively takes a step back.

“We were taking a nap.” Madison replies quietly, ignoring the furious expression on her dad’s face.

“Yeah I bet.” Jensen laughs humorlessly, dragging his hand down his face.

“I didn’t even touch her that much. We slept mostly.” Chris defends stupidly, pulling a growl from Jensen.

“Madison leave the room.”

“Dad what…”

“Now!” Jensen stalks behind her, locking the bedroom door then spins around to deal with the pervy teenage boy.

“You can’t go walking around with gum in your hair. Sit on the bed.”

“Nah I think I’m g-good.” Chris stutters gulping loudly.

“Sit. Down.” He orders pulling a pair of scissors out of his daughter’s desk drawer.

“You know I’m a surgeon, right?” Jensen mentions casually, playing with the scissors in his hand. Chris barely nods in response, now a look of fear overtaking his face.

“I know exactly where I could puncture you with these scissors…the perfect spot that would hurt like a bitch but keep all of your major organs in tact. It’s kinda cool, actually.” Jensen smirks, trying not to laugh at the petrified boy in front of him.

“I’m a reasonable guy. I’ll let you off the hook this time. But if I catch you here again without supervision…”

“I p-promise. I won’t do it a-again.” Chris mumbles, instantly freezing when he feels Jensen grab a huge section of his hair and then chop it off.

“All done, man.” Jensen chuckles, he unlocks the door and gestures for them to both leave the room.

“Oh my god! Dad what did you do?!” Madison gasps at her boyfriend’s ridiculously uneven hair.

“Oh relax…it will probably grow back.” Jensen cracks, making Chris practically trip over himself running out of the house.

“I can’t believe you! You’re so mean!” Madison shouts before forcefully slamming the door in her father’s face.

“You’re grounded by the way!” Jensen yells back, deciding it’s a splendid fucking time for hard alcohol.

~

#2.5 followers drabble #supernatural #superaturalfic #2.5 followers oneshot #surgeon!jensen #daddy!jensen #jensen ackles #jensen x reader #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles au #supernatural rpf #rpf jensen #jensen ackles rpf #dean winchester #jensen ackles fanfic #spn reader insert #supernatural au #exhausted

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-  Denver, Colorado. July 2016.

#superaturalfic #denver colorado #2016 #airport #jensen ackles #supernatural #LauPix

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Vulnerable

Summary: Dean meets the reader at a party and he finds out something about her that he doesn’t expect.

Prompt: “Will you for once stop thinking with your dick!”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Requested: @blackcherrywhiskey

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“Damn she’s fine.” Dean growls under his breath, practically eye fucking you as you stroll into the frat party.

“That’s Y/N. She’s cool. And a law major too so we have a good amount of classes together.” Sam explains before polishing  off his beer and chucking the empty can into the trash.

“Her friend is pretty good looking too. Let’s get on that and do a double date, man. I get Y/N though. You get…”

“Kelly. She’s Y/N’s girlfriend.” Sam finishes with an amused smirk followed by a full on snicker. Dean doesn’t catch on at first making his younger brother  laugh even harder.

“Like girlfriend. They’re dating.” Dean’s face instantly drops, his smug expression now long gone.

His head snaps in your direction so fast it makes his eyes blurry. Talk about being fucking unlucky. He literally finds the hottest woman alive and you’re a lesbian?! Son of a bitch.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.” The older Winchester snarls quietly towards Sam.

“Sorry, dude. She’s still awesome ya know. Go talk to her.”

“Why? Do you think she’ll still hook up with me?” Dean wonders with a flash of hope appearing on his face.

“Will you for once stop thinking with your dick!” Sam exclaims garnering an eye roll from Dean, also drawing immediate attention from fellow party goers.

“I’m just saying that Y/N’s awesome. I think you’d get along. Can’t hurt right?”

Dean barely mumbles in response with a full pout on his lips, he’s completely and totally agitated. Sam chuckles knowingly, giving his brother a pat on the back before disappearing into the crowd of drunk college kids.

Scowling like a pro, Dean decides to seek out some much needed hard alcohol. He inwardly groans, spotting you right next to the plethora of booze on the kitchen counter. Whatever. He needs whiskey. Now.

“Ew! Fucking gross.” You scrunch your cute face up in disgust, about to puke at the poison you just subjected your body to.

“Not big on liquor, huh?” You look to your left and notice that a tall Winchester is standing next to you. You’ve never had the pleasure of meeting Dean but you know he is Sam’s handsome older brother.

“I tried mixing a drink. I failed.” You sigh adorably, glaring at your drink like it’s the enemy.

“Can’t be that bad.” He replies, snatching your red solo cup and then knocking some back.

“Fuck! You’d be the worst bartender ever.” Dean moans dumping the rest of it into the sink, earning a giggle from your lips.

Dean exhales loudly then gets to work, mixing a very yummy drink for the both of you. To your surprise, you and Dean have similar personalities that compliment each other.

The exciting topic of favorite television shows is being discussed but it’s soon interrupted by Kelly.

“Hey. Ya know the hot redhead I pointed out earlier? We’re gonna get out of here. You good?” She asks with a wink, slightly slurring her words.

“Yup I’m good. Have fun.” You pull her in for a quick hug, then watch as she bolts out of the kitchen.

“Uh…you’re either the coolest girlfriend ever or you’re not that bright, sweetheart.” Dean retorts with a suspicious quirk of his eyebrow.

“We broke up. Decided we were better as friends.” You shrug half halfheartedly, not caring enough to explain further.

“Gotcha. Well anyways…I just started Shameless. It’s pretty good so far.”

“Oh! I’ve been wanting to see that.” You gasp loudly, or at least you think it’s loud. The alcohol is fucking with your perception.

“This party is kinda lame. Wanna go watch it in my dorm?” Dean suggests already moving backwards towards the doorway.

“Hell yeah.” You clap your hands excitedly, trailing behind him as you both leave the party.

The chilly walk to Dean’s dorm room sobers the two of you up a little, allowing for a more interesting interaction.

His dorm room is actually pretty clean considering a twenty year old male is occupying it. Grabbing a couple of beers out of the mini fridge and a bag of chips, Dean proceeds to start Shameless.

“Ok. I don’t like that guy.” You declare narrowing your eyes at a character named Kevin.

“He looks like an ex.” You cringe visibly  thinking about the man child with commitment issues. Dean laughs out loud at your reaction but he suddenly grows quiet before pausing the show.

“Wait…I thought you were a lesbian?”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“Sam texted me after we left the party.” You swipe through your iPhone, then hold it out so he can read the message.

Dean thinks you’re a lesbian FYI. Lol.

“So….you’re…bi….” Dean inquires slowly, he’s not quite sure how to interact with you now that is information has come to light.

“Yup. Is that a problem? Because you’re being all weird now.” You comment, his body language doing a complete 180 from about two seconds ago.

“N-No. Nah.”

Dean feels his stomach drop, his jaw tightens automatically over this unsettling news. He completely let his guard down, thinking that you were solely into chicks.

Whether he wants to admit it or not, it was nice being around a gorgeous girl without the feeling like he needed to be “on” all the time.

Now that the truth has been revealed, Dean’s wall has instantly been built back up. It usually takes time for him to be comfortable around a girl, for her to witness the true Dean. Completely aware that he’s acting strange, he tries his best to not let it show.

Dean tries and fails, making it painfully obvious that he’s out of his comfort zone. You were hoping he’d get over the shock and be happy but instead the poor guy is panicking.

“Yeah you’re being all awkward now. I’m gonna go.” You tell him jumping up off of the futon. Instantly pissed that he doesn’t try to stop you, you speed walk out of his dorm in a huff. Dumb ass.

“God dammit, Sammy.” Dean groans to himself rubbing his face in aggravation, knowing he just let an amazing girl walk away.

~

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You guys are so awesome! I asked you all for a fic that you’re most proud of writing and you guys did not disappoint. This is an amazing list! Thank you for participating :)

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Series

Dean x Reader:

A Perfect Storm @nichelle-my-belle 

Consequences @deepdisireslonging 

Down The Rabbit Hole @death2thevirgin 

End!Verse Reversed @whispersandwhiskerburn 

Lullaby @sis-tafics 

No Choice @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog 

Jensen x Reader:

Living With Regrets @thing-you-do-with-that-thing 

Send The Pain Below @torn-and-frayed 

Silk And Rough Velvet @blacktithe7 

Sam x Reader:

Don’t Fear The Reaper @katymacsupernatural 

Lego House @jotink78 

Love’s Soldier @neversatisfiedgirl 

Political Animals @winchesterprincessbride 

Tic Tac Toe @percywinchester27 

Jared x Reader:

Fire Escapes and Cigarettes @ellen-reincarnated1967

Rowena x Lucifer:

Broken @marril96

Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader:

Angel By Your Side  @pixikinz 

Dean’s Point Of View @scorpiongirl1 

The Hunt That Changed Everything @mrsbatesmotel53 

Shocking Sensations @kas-not-cas 

Whitlock Manor @impala-dreamer

No Pairing/OC:

The Demon’s Pet @iwantthedean 

The Raven Sisters @huffleypuffelycas 

Thunder Road @tankcupcakes 

Oneshots

Dean x Reader:

Age Is But A Number, Love Is Infinite @winchester-writes 

All I Ask @jerkbitchidjitassbutt

All That Remains @ravenangel33 

Best Christmas Ever @lotr-stuff-and-imagines-i-guess 

Chasing Fireflies @chelsea072498 

Craving Affection @supernatural-jackles 

Demon Inside @winchesterenthusiast 

I Need You Now @bringmesomepie56 

Method Of Forgetting @docharleythegeekqueen 

Memories @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms 

No Longer You @dancingalone21

She’s Like The Wind @katnharper 

Sleep Without You @ravengirl94 

Take Me Out To The Ball Game @lean-mean-sam-and-dean

The Fair Sun @lipstickandwhiskey 

The Mountainside Retreat @luci-in-trenchcoats 

To The Sound Of Thunder @bcr36 

Whole Lotta Love @iwriteaboutdean 

Jensen x Reader:

True Love @smoothdogsgirl

Wait, What? @scxrchy 

Sam x Reader:

One Single Yesterday @babypieandwhiskey

Sam Winchester Is A Selfish Fucker @carbonated-beverage

Say It Slower @its-my-perky-nipples 

Video Chats and Giggles @starswirlblitz & @angelkurenai

Crowley x Reader:

Be Quiet, Pet @roxy-davenport

No Pairing:

Just An Old Legend @family-business-one-shots 

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No Longer You

Summary: Now a shell of her former self, the reader runs into an old flame. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,761

Warning: implying an abusive relationship

Nichelle’s 4K Angst Challenge - “I hope you find the happiness you’ve been pretending to have.” @nichelle-my-belle

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Green cancels out red.

Yellow cancels out purple and brown…no purple and blue.

And lavender cancels out…yellow?

Jesus Christ. This shouldn’t be that difficult, hiding the evidence of your home life is a normal occurrence. The three concussions you’ve acquired over the years must be catching up to you.

You’re squinting harshly at the Revlon concealers on the top shelf before you. Trying and failing to remember which ones work the best, basically whatever hides the fucking truth.

Your exhausted brain is practically mush at this point in time, you used to know this shit. You used to know a lot of shit. You used to be a strong, independent take no bullshit kind of a woman that took care of herself. But things clearly change. People fucking change.

You’re feeling a bit woozy at the moment, either from the lack of food or from the lack of focus, you’re not sure which. Moving backwards you try to control your balance, causing you to stumble into an older woman passing by.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” You spin around to apologize, immediately regretting the fast movement.

“You ok, honey?” The woman asks eyeing you too closely for your liking.

The automatic judgement is something you’ve become accustomed to over the years. You’re convinced it chips off a piece of your pathetic heart each time.

“I’m fine. Thanks.” You barely mumble turning away from her. You can still feel unwelcomed eyes on you, aggravated you silently command yourself to just breathe.

“Y/N?”

You freeze from the sound of your name although you’re more concerned with the deep voice saying it. It can’t be him…can it? For the love of all things holy, please let it not be him.

“Y/N?” Dean slightly hesitates, awkwardly staring as if you’ll run away any second.

You turn around painfully slow, stalling what’s about to take place. Your eyes lock, immediately waking something in you that you’ve been suppressing for years. Hope.

“Dean.” You let out a heavy sigh as your chest tightens, you struggle wanting the pressure to dissipate as quickly as it came. Your body’s way of warning you, an asthma attack is on the horizon.

Out of habit, your eyes dart around the aisle, clearly paranoid about your surroundings. You quickly scan the area, assessing what you can. Where you are, who’s around, what’s being said and who’s listening.

“Wow. It’s been awhile.” He half heartedly chuckles, trying to keep his shocked reaction at bay. If it wasn’t for your sweet voice catching his attention, Dean would have kept strolling right by you. Completely and totally oblivious that the love of his life is near.

“Yeah…six years.” You offer him your best fake smile, praying that time has ruined Dean’s memory of you.

He doesn’t react, at least not in a negative way. Did he become an amazing actor? Or did he forget the look of your real smile? Either way, it makes you both relieved and disappointed. Stop it, Y/N. The last thing you want or need is to trap Dean fucking Winchester into this shitshow you call a life.

“What are you doing in Kansas? Last I heard you were working at Benny’s auto shop in New York.”

Dean’s stomach drops, his mouth turns dry and he’s debating if he should tell you the truth. Worried what your reaction will be, he nervously decides against it. At least for now. You’ll find out soon enough what he’s been doing with his life. He silently makes that promise to you.

“Sammy and Jess moved back here about a year ago. They have a daughter now, Kelly, they want her to grow up around her grandparents. Mom and dad are thrilled of course. So I’m just visiting everyone.”

“Huh. I bet they make great parents.” You mutter glaring down at your gorgeous, princess cut diamond ring that’s fucking mocking you. It’s become the only bright, attractive thing left in your god damn world.

“Yup they do.” Dean nods following your gaze down to the giant rock on your bony finger.

“You’ve obviously settled down yourself. Any rugrats?”

“Nah…no kids. Its not something I want.” You shrug nonchalantly, eyes fixating on anything but your ex boyfriend.

“Really? You always wanted kids. Or at least one.” Dean frowns eyeing you suspiciously. Shit.

“You couldn’t wait to have a little boy so you could dress him up in baseball caps and skull t-shirts.” Dean snickers at the memory, your face lit up when you used to talk about it.

“Things change.” You add softly, realizing he will never know the actual truth.

Dean barely nods in response, the restraint it’s taking to keep his mouth shut is nearly killing him. He doesn’t know specifics but he knows for sure that something isn’t fucking right.

Dean has missed you terribly since the breakup, the amount of regret he deals with on a daily basis is sometimes overwhelming. It doesn’t matter how much whiskey he knocks back or how many girls he takes to bed, you’re always hiding in the corner of his mind.

And now here you are in the flesh, standing before him and you’re not her. It’s a total mindfuck, to be honest Dean misses you even more now. Or at least the version of you that was his. The current version of you is breaking his fucking heart.

Glancing at your cuticles, he sees how marked and cut up they are from where you’ve repeatedly torn off the skin. You always pick at them when you’re anxious or upset. It’s an automatic tell of yours.

Your nails - usually perfectly trimmed and painted, are now ragged and thin. The texture of your hair looks dry and fried, the color and cut something you’d never choose six years ago.

Your wardrobe, once playful and always stylish is now drabby and depressing. You wouldn’t be caught dead in the oversized clothing you’re wearing right now. Even with the baggy clothes, Dean can see how thin and fragile you’ve become. Which confuses him slightly based on the shopping cart in front of you.

It’s filled to the brim, the amount of junk food alone would make anyone gain weight. Weirdly enough, he doesn’t see one thing of yours that’s a favorite. Being a creature of habit, he would’ve bet money you still liked the same guilty pleasures.

You strangely keep favoring your right leg. It wouldn’t be obvious to many people but Dean knows you’re usually full of energy, moving around even when standing still. So the fact that you’re not annoyingly restless is a huge red flag.

One of many at this point.

You know Dean is dissecting your appearance in his mind right now but you refuse to acknowledge it. This surprise encounter is hard enough, seeing the best part of your past standing in front of you is torture.

Thinking back you realize the breakup was a stupid solution, the fights you two had seem so lame and unimportant now but you were young. Young and stupid. Still being with Dean was the greatest time of your inevitably short life.

It’s not like you haven’t tried to create distance between you and your personal hell. There were other factors in play that wouldn’t let it happen. Your husband being a police officer has stalled every getaway plan you’ve tried.

You left in the middle of the night once, an APB was sent out so fast you barely made it two towns over. And reporting to the police was a joke, your husband made up mental problems for your “erratic behavior”. They knew the truth but it didn’t change a fucking thing.

Growing up in a family of cops, you know how they take care of their own. How easily they sweep shit under the rug if needed, unfortunately you were one of those things swept away. So he’s still “serving and protecting” the city while you suffer in silence.

“Are you…are you okay, Y/N?” Dean asks concern overtaking his handsome features.

“Of course.”

“You don’t seem ok to me. You don’t even seem like the same girl.” He adds hesitantly.

“You’ve always been one for the dramatics, Dean. I’m doing great.”

“You’re lying.” Dean quietly growls, trying to control his anger.

“You haven’t seen me in a long time, Winchester. Maybe you just don’t know me as well as you used to.” You glare now getting angry yourself.

“Right. You’re right.” Dean snaps aggravated. “I don’t know you anymore. I don’t know your life or your husband. Or the reason why you no longer want children. Shit changes I guess, huh?”

“Exactly.”

“Well I’ve had fun strolling down memory lane but I have to go. Take care of yourself, sweetheart.”

“You too, Dean.” You respond softly, doing everything in your power not to break down.

“I hope you find the happiness you’ve been pretending to have, Y/N.” Dean adds bitterly, barely making eye contact as he leaves you behind.

The pure sadness in your eyes hits Dean hard as he stalks away from you. He hates causing you any kind of pain but unfortunately it’s necessary for his plan to work. It’s blatantly obvious your home life is keeping you prisoner and there’s no way in hell that’s going to continue.

Dean chose to hold back an important piece of information during your conversation. He’s been working for the FBI for years now, using the mechanic job as a cover. Dean always refrained from looking you up in the FBI database. That doesn’t mean he hasn’t been tempted, he could just never bring himself to do it.

It’s not like he expected to find anything negative - just the opposite. He assumed you were married with kids by now, living a full happy life. The kind you’ve always wanted and deserved. The kind he always thought he could never give you. Dean’s now kicking himself for being so fucking selfish. Maybe he could have saved you sooner if he put his god damn feelings aside.

The choice to keep you in the dark wasn’t an easy one but it’s for the best. You’re barely holding it together as it is, he doesn’t need any outside factors affecting his plan. He can’t risk your demeanor changing and it tipping off your douchebag husband.

Dean’s never been more determined in his entire life than he is right now. He’s going to save you, love you and do whatever it takes to see your beautiful, genuine smile again.

~

#Nichelle’s 4K Angst Challenge #superaturalfic #sam winchester #sam winchester au #jared padalecki #no longer you #dean winchester #dean winchester au #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #supernatural #supernatural au #spn reader insert #SPN #Jensen Ackles #supernatural fanfic

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It’s Not Gonna Suck Itself

Summary: The reader sends a naughty text about Jensen to the wrong person.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,290

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“What the…no way, dude!” Jared bursts out laughing, practically falling off of his tan leather recliner.

“What?” Jensen asks with furrowed brows, wondering if it’s worth getting up from the couch in his trailer.

“Wow. I can’t believe she sent me this.” Jared grins widely, glancing back down at the text from you.

“Sent what? Who?”

Jensen grows impatient, his best friend still hasn’t answered him and it’s annoying as hell. He sighs dramatically then moves towards Jared, waiting for an answer.

“Y/N…she sent me something…interesting.” Jared smirks, his smile falters a bit when Jensen snatches the phone from his hand.

“It can’t be that funny. Jeez.” Jensen rolls his eyes, but they soon widen in shock once he sees your text and the picture that accompanies it.

“Shut up.” He breathes out before snapping his head up to look Jared, a huge smile now appearing on his beautiful face.

“Dude! Y/N wants me!” Jensen exclaims almost doing a happy dance, making Jared shake his head.

“You wish, man.”

“Seriously? She basically just told you she wants to suck my dick!” He chuckles, feeling both horny and flattered.

“It’s obviously a joke.” Jared laughs out, before getting up to grab another beer.

“A joke? Really?” Jensen instantly feels disappointed, it both confuses and surprises him.

“If Y/N was serious…do you think she’d send that to me? There’s no way.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” Jensen mumbles, absentmindedly running his hands through his hair.

“Y/N’s gonna kill you.” Jared gestures to Jensen’s head before taking a big swig of his beer.

“Huh? Oh shit!” Jensen growls at himself marching towards the bathroom, he groans trying and failing at getting his hair back to the way you styled it for the next scene.

“Yeah…she has to fix it again.” He sighs, normally he’s thrilled to see you but his weird reaction to your text is throwing him off.

“I have to get mine done too.” Jared finishes off his drink before lazily exiting his trailer with Jensen in tow.

Jensen can’t help but frown as he makes his way to the hair/makeup trailer. You’ve been his best friend for almost five years now. Why did he just get so excited about your text? And then so bummed after hearing it was just a gag?

“You alright, man?” Jared wonders raising an eyebrow, his friend is clearly distracted at the moment.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Jensen mutters unconvincingly.

“Right.” Jared chuckles deciding to let it go for now.

“Well if it isn’t Sam and Dean.” You smirk watching the two annoyingly handsome actors come in.

“Hola!” Jared greets pulling you in for a hug, even though you saw him earlier today. For some reason the boy loves to hug.

“Jensen Ross!” You huff stalking up to him, examining his ruined hair that you worked on an hour ago.

“I know. I know. I forgot and ran my hands through it.” He pouts giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

“Uh huh.” You roll your eyes and point to the makeup chair in front of you before glancing back at Jared.

“Do me a favor, pretty boy.” You direct towards Jared who’s currently shoving his favorite sugary treat into his mouth.

“Relax with the candy, ok? You’re not getting any younger.” You sass trying to keep a straight face.

“We’re the same age, ass.” He mumbles with his mouth full, making you and Jensen laugh.

“I’m gonna do you first.” You wink at Jensen before turning around to grab a brush. “Jared’s high maintenance locks need more time.”

Jensen chuckles while Jared gives you his classic Sam bitch face. Both boys become pretty quiet, making you wonder if you should put some music on. Padalecki’s busy playing on his iPhone but you can feel Ackles staring at you even when your back is to him. It’s distracting as fuck.

“You there!” Jared declares loudly breaking the silence, drawing everyone’s attention. “It’s not gonna suck itself.” He wiggles his eyebrows gesturing to his lap.

No. Fucking. Way.

You immediately feel heat rush to your cheeks, now contemplating if you should bolt out the door. Before you can react, Jensen starts cracking up along with his costar. Two fucking peas in a pod.

“Friggin Briana.” You grumble under your breathe.

“Huh?” Jensen says confused.

“Did you say Briana?” Jared asks looking lost.

You clear your throat, waving it off as you grab your iPhone from your back pocket. You quickly spin around, your back now facing the guys. This can’t be happening, there’s no way you sent that text to the wrong person, right? 

Right?!

“Son of a fuck.” You growl quietly as you check your texts.

Of course. The text about sucking Jensen’s dick was meant for Briana but your dumb ass sent it to Jared. Aside from Jensen himself, Jared is the worst person it could have gone to.

“You ok, Y/N?”

“Yup.” You squeak, silently cursing yourself for acting weird and ridiculous. Whipping back around so fast it makes you dizzy, you steady yourself before reworking Jensen’s hair again.

“So where did you find the meme thing? It’s pretty funny.” Jared chuckles with a huge smile.

“I don’t remember. Maybe Facebook?” You shrug, now sweating nervously as you squeeze some mousse onto your palm.

“You should’ve seen Ackles reaction. He was so happy when he saw your comment and then so sad when he realized it was just a joke.” Jared pouts before cracking up.

Your head snaps in Jensen’s direction insanely fast, he looks both embarrassed and aggravated. His eyes now shooting daggers at his best friend.

“Oh right! My bad.” Jared gives a cocky grin. “Yeah so…” He continues glancing between you and Jensen.

“I’ve had enough of the sappy, love struck looks you two throw at each other. Of course it only happens when one of you isn’t paying attention. But I’m fucking paying attention and I see it all.” He huffs rolling his eyes.

Jared finishes and waits for a reaction but he’s met with silence, “Y/N, you’re oblivious that Jensen likes you back. And Jensen…Jesus Christ, dude. You’re oblivious that you like Y/N! At least she’s more aware of her feelings than you are. Otherwise you’d both be completely screwed.”

You and Jensen are both frozen, almost scared to lay eyes on each other. Jared notices and groans dramatically.

“You two fuckers, I swear. Will you just admit that you’re in love and be together, please? It would be easier for everyone. The cast and crew are getting sick of seeing the longing stares all day. So make it happen!” Jared claps his hands loudly before flying out of the trailer.

The door closes with a loud bang making you jump. You take a big deep breath before turning towards Jensen, feeling insanely awkward right now.

“So I guess we…love each other?” Jensen finally says with an amused tone of voice, clearly enjoying this.

“One of us does…the other doesn’t know how to feel feelings apparently.” You scoff teasingly.

“I…it’s always been there deep down, I just ignored it because I didn’t think you felt the same.” Jensen admits shyly.

“I do feel the same. So what are you gonna do about it?” You challenge, before Jensen wraps his arms around your waist.

“Be mine.” He whispers in your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck.

“Why would I wanna do that?” You snicker putting your arms around his neck.

“So I can kiss you anytime I want.”

“You did not just quote my favorite movie.” You chuckle making Jensen blush adorably.

“As corny as it sounds…that’s really what I want.” He replies, pulling the love of his life even closer.

“Then fucking kiss me, Ackles.” You giggle, crashing your lips into his.

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My Queen

Drabble Prompt: “I am no longer a princess. Now, I am a queen.“   

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Requested by: @shadowpriestess6

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“Sammy…”

“Sammy!”

Dean swears under his breath, watching the scene before him. He keeps trying to get his brother’s attention but it’s obviously not working.

“I’ll text your stupid ass then.” Dean growls as he watches your drunk frame dance on top of the library table.

Library. NOW!

Dean doesn’t know how it happened but you’re ridiculously drunk. A lot more than usual. At first, seeing you prance around in a crop top and boy shorts was pretty hot.

It was funny seeing you dance to a shitty pop song you’ve been blaring throughout the bunker. But now it’s just getting on his damn nerves.

“Hey, man what’s…” Sam flies into the room, gun in hand but stops at the sight before him and he can’t help but burst out laughing.

“Someone’s been hitting the bottle, huh?” He chuckles making Dean roll his eyes dramatically.

“Ya think, dude?”

You’re all home after a tough hunt, it was definitely harder than usual. So naturally you decide to loosen up, regardless of the fact that you’re a light weight.

“What happened?” Sam asks smiling so wide his cheeks hurt.

“The hell if I know. I’ve been napping the last couple of hours. I came out here to get a snack and I see Britney Spears on the friggin table!” Dean watches his younger brother suspiciously.

“Don’t look at me. I fell asleep myself.”

“We should probably get her down from there. She doesn’t need any more injuries.” Sam suggests, feeling disappointed that you’ll soon stop dancing.

“Good luck with that. Everytime I try to get her down, she yells at me.” Dean scoffs clearly not amused.

“Dude, she’s like 5'5 or something. You just grab her off the table.” Sam shakes his head.

“Right.” Dean gives him an annoyed glare before stomping back over to you.

“Come on, princess. Let’s get you down.” He says softly trying to get on your good side.

“I swear to God, Dean. Call me princess one more time and I’ll kick you in the balls. I hate that!” You snap, trying to appear intimidating.

Sam starts cracking up, ignoring the dirty look Dean is throwing him across the room. He grumbles something about giving up and stalks out of the room with a puss on his face.

Sam is watching you, completely enthralled by everything that you do. Drunk or not. You’ve always been the love of his life. He’s just never had the balls to admit it to you or anyone else for that matter.

“Y/N? How about come you down and we have some ice cream?” Sam grins holding out his arms to help you crawl down.

“Yes! Ice cream. I love ice cream.” You giggle, practically falling over with flushed cheeks.

Sam easily maneuvers your drunk ass into the kitchen while you continue to sing and dance. He finally gets you to stay put long enough so he can pour you a glass of much needed water.

“Here ya go, princess.” Sam smirks, a chuckle then falling from his lips.

“I am no longer a princess. Now, I am a queen.” You declare, wobbling a bit as you get up from your chair.

“Oh! My queen…how may I service you?” Sam drops to the floor on one knee, with a flirty gleam in his eye.

“More tequila!”

“Yeah, no. That’s not gonna happen.” He snickers making you stomp your foot in protest.

Before you can argue, Sam hauls you over his shoulder then strolls down the hall, ignoring your hand that’s hitting his back.

“Sam Winchester! Put me down, you giraffe!”

“Jesus Christ. You two need to just fuck and get it over with.” Dean groans, peeking his head out into the hallway.

“Good idea, Deano!” You exclaim giggling, making the older brother shake his head and retreat back into his room.

“Yeah good ide…wait what?!” Sam freezes and drops you down, holding you in place by your hips.

“You…want us to have…sex?” He asks carefully, searching your face for the truth.

“Hell yeah, Winchester!” You respond wiggling your eyebrows.

“How do I know it’s not the booze talking?”

“Go read my journal. I talk about wanting to fuck you like ALL the time!” You exclaim nodding your head, he looks unsure for a second but it doesn’t last long.

“Good enough for me!” Sam cracks throwing you back over his shoulder, slapping your ass hard as he rushes towards his bedroom.

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Come Clean - Part 3 (Final)

Summary: The reader catches Jensen snooping through her phone. 

Pairing: Jensen x Reader 

Word Count: 3,262

Part 1 Part 2

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“What the hell was that, Jensen? Tell me now.” Danneel demands angrily narrowing her eyes.

“Um…she…well…I’ll be right back, ok?”

“What?!”

“Just give me a minute! I have to talk to Jared.” Jensen bolts to his costar’s trailer without waiting for a reply.

“What’s up?” Jared asks when Jensen bursts through his door like a mad man.

“What did Y/N say?”

“About what?”

“Don’t fuck with me right now, Padalecki.” Jensen growls surprising them both.

“I really don’t wanna be in the middle of this, man.” Jared sighs running a hand through his long chestnut hair.

“That’s hilarious.” Jensen laughs humorlessly.

“Considering this is all happened because of you!”

“What the…Y/N said the same thing. I didn’t do anything. You two are the idiots who have been hiding shit.” He huffs getting defensive.

“You’re right. You just told the love of my life how I feel about her. Yeah. You didn’t do anything.” Jensen spits with a glare.

“I’d do it again. Y/N thought I was drunk when I told her but I wasn’t. It’s too bad she didn’t spill the beans sooner but it’s better late then never.”

“Wait…you were pretending to be drunk?”

“I was tipsy but I knew what I was doing. So you’re welcome.” Jared smirks leaning back in his chair.

“You’re welcome? Are you insane?!”

“Nope. I’m the only level headed one in this trailer.”

“Son of a bitch.” Jensen grumbles under his breath, he’s trying really hard not to flip his shit.

“I hate to say it…but maybe you shouldn’t end up with Y/N. She deserves a guy who has the balls to love her out in the open. Instead of someone hiding in the shadows for six fucking years.”

“Come on…”

“You’ve been a huge pussy, dude. So what are you gonna do about it?” Jared challenges automatically pissing off his best friend. Jensen’s mouth drops, he snaps his eyes shut in an attempt to concentrate on why he’s here.

“You’re walking a fine line, my friend. Watch your mouth.” Jensen warns, his eyes now shooting daggers.

“I’m trying to help you, Ackles. I’ve kept my mouth shut long enough.” Jared watches more anger flash on his friend’s face but it quickly disappears. They both know he’s right but Jensen doesn’t want to admit it.

“Fuck it. I’m not letting Y/N push me away. I’m going to her place right now.” Jensen decides anxiously.

“Uhh aren’t you forgetting something?” Jared raises an eyebrow, clearly amused.

“What?”

“There’s an angry brunette huffing and puffing on her phone right now.” He chuckles taking a peek out the window.

“Damn it. Can you distract Danneel so I can sneak away?”

“Dude…no. Man up and break up with your girlfriend. Seriously. And if you want any chance with Y/N, do it before you show up at her house.”

“Wonderful.” Jensen groans throwing himself on to a recliner. He whips his iPhone out to text Danneel, hoping to buy himself a little more time before shit hits the fan.

Almost done. Head over to my trailer. I’ll meet you there.

“What did Y/N say to you? She was in here a while.” Jensen asks quietly, praying he will be able to fix this.

“She was obviously upset. She thinks everything is ruined between you two especially since you’re with Danneel. And…” Jared pauses dreading his next sentence.

“And?”

“She’s quitting the show.”

“Shit.” Jensen instantly feels the blood drain from his face and bile rise in his throat.

“I don’t think Y/N means it though. She’s just overreacting to everything right now.” Jared shrugs taking a much needed sip of his beer.

“We both know that’s not true.” Jensen pinches the bridge of his nose.

“That’s what Y/N does. When shit gets hard…she bails. I wouldn’t be shocked if she already quit. She’s probably at the airport right now, heading to fucking Timbuktu.”

“That’s not fair and you know it.” Jared replies feeling the need to stick up for you.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes I fucking do. She’s my best friend too ya know.” Jared snaps raising his voice.

“Y/N used to be like that. But she’s grown up a lot in the six years we’ve known her.”

Jensen rolls his eyes, silently commanding himself to relax. He’s two seconds away from punching the wall or his best friend, he needs to calm down.

“In her past relationships, whenever things got difficult…she would bounce. Plain and simple.” Jensen argues trying to keep his cool.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Jared…but this is pretty fucking difficult!“

"Considering all the morons she’s dated in the past. I don’t blame her, Jay.” Jared laughs shaking his head.

“Things have always been different between the two of you. You’ve always had a special connection and it’s noticeable to most people. Not everyone realizes it’s because you’re friggin in love with each other but still.”

“Well. Let’s hope it’s not ruined after today.” Jensen mumbles in response on his way out, he reluctantly heads in the direction of his soon to be ex girlfriend. 

It’s been one fucking hour. One hour since you revealed to your best friend that you’re in love him. One hour since you had a mini break down in Jared’s trailer. And one hour since you stormed off, basically telling Jensen and Danneel to both fuck off.

You’re driving around aimlessly, refusing to go home. You know for a fact that Jensen will show up there to find you. The first person that pops in your head is the one you call. If anyone can make you feel better about this, it’s her.

“Gen?”

“Hey, babe. What’s up?” She asks in her usual cheery tone.

“I…um…I’m kinda freaking out.” You admit sniffling through the phone.

“Omg! What happened, Y/N? You sound really upset.”

“It’s a long story but I called Jensen out for having feelings for me and I told him about mine. And then the friggin ice queen showed up and it clearly didn’t get any better. The whole thing is a mess.” You sob pulling over, the amount of tears falling from your fucking eyes is too distracting.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie! Why don’t you come over so we can talk?”

“I can’t. Jensen will know to look there. I’ll have to deal with him eventually but it can’t be today.” You sigh dramatically.

“Just being in the same fucking city as him is giving me heart palpitations.”

“Run home and pack a bag. I’ll pick you up in a half hour, ok?”

“But Jensen…”

“Jay’s still on set. I called Jared 20 minutes ago but he didn’t pickup. He sent a text saying he’s talking to Jensen and will call soon. So you’re good.”

“Fine.” You agree softly.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise!”

“But Gen…”

“Do it! I’ll see you soon, hun.” Gen quickly ends the call before you can refuse. Damn it.

You speed to your house, stuff a chocolate cupcake into your mouth and then stare at your closet. What does one pack when they want to wallow in their awful life choices? Screw it. You throw a bunch of random shit in a bag and head towards the front door. Thankfully your ride shows up sooner than later, you really need to get the hell out of here.

“What’s up, sexy!” Gen grins pulling into your driveway.

“You’re not gonna be this happy the whole time are you?” You whine throwing your bag into the black SUV.

“We’re gonna go get pampered. So yes. And you’ll be happy too.” She says matter of factly.

“Pampered? Where?”

“Fairmont Chateau.”

“That’s almost two hours away in Whistler.” You groan already plotting to jump out at the next red light.

“Exactly. You need to get out of Vancouver. It’s far enough where you can breathe again but close enough where you don’t need a plane!”

“Whatever. As long as there’s alcohol.” You wave her off.

“You’re not getting crazy drunk, Y/N. Obviously we’ll drink but getting smashed will just make you feel worse.”

“Ok, mom.” You mumble staring out the passenger window.

“I think you meant…thank you so much, Gen. You’re such a great friend and I love you.”

“I suck. I’m sorry. You really are awesome. Thank God you’re here visiting Jared, otherwise I’d be so lost.”

“No problem, sweetie. We will figure it out, ok?” She winks with a genuine smile. You nod and give her a fake smile back that makes her chuckle. It’s gonna be a long car ride.

“I knew it, man!” Jensen growls into the phone, staring at your empty house with a pout.

“Are you really that surprised? She knows you well enough, she’s not there on purpose.” Jared replies feeling tired.

“Is she at your place with Gen? She must be.”

“Uhhh no. Nope. Not at my place.”

“Wow. That didn’t sound convincing at all. It’s a good thing you’re not a professional actor or anything.” Jensen scoffs rolling his eyes.

“She’s not. I swear.”

“Ok. You definitely know where though. I can tell.”

“This is a very weird situation for me, man. You’re my best friend but Y/N is too. I’m not sure if I should tell you.” Jared admits pinching the bridge of his nose.

“If this was the other way around, I would tell you. I’d want you to make things right with Gen. I wouldn’t just leave you hanging.”

“Oh, that’s not a guilt trip or anything!” Jared groans feeling his resolve melt away.

“Fine. She’s in Whistler.”

“Whistler?! Y/N doesn’t even ski!”

“There’s more to do than ski, dumb ass. There’s a lot of shops and…other shit. I don’t know. That’s what Gen told me.”

“Where are they staying?” Jensen asks hightailing it down your street.

“I can’t tell you…”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“Gen said that I ca…”

“Holy shit. You’re whipped. Just tell me, dude.” Jensen demands impatiently.

“It doesn’t matter. Gen wouldn’t tell me the room number.”

“That’s easy. I’ll flirt with the girl at the front desk to get the info.” Jensen says likes it’s obvious.

“What if it’s a guy?”

“Then I’ll make it work. I’m an actor. I can do it. Do you wanna come?”

“Jesus Christ.” Jared mumbles already regretting his decision.

“Whatever, man. It’s nothing I can’t handle. Come or don’t come. I don’t care.”

“Yeah, you got this. You’re not making rash decisions at all.” Jared rolls his eyes at his best friend.

“Padalecki!”

“Alright, alright. Swing by and get me on the way.”

“I’m pretty sure all my problems would be solved if I just lived here.” You exhale feeling surprisingly at ease.

“You wanna live in Whistler?” Gen raises a confused eyebrow.

“No, silly. The spa! If I could get constantly pampered, I think I’d be ok.” You shrug lazily.

“Totally. Fuck everything else.” Gen snickers making you do the same.

“So how about we finish up here and then grab some food?” You suggest, already hearing your stomach grumble.

“Sweet!”

You and Gen finish up your pedicures then head up to your room. She thinks it’s a good idea to dress up and do something fun tonight. You’d rather drink yourself drunk and pass out watching cartoons. But she unfortunately shot down that idea.

You’re trying to distract yourself by putting on eyeliner but it’s futile. Jensen fucking Ackles keeps popping in your head. You almost wish he was here, just so you could punch his lights out.

You hear a loud knock on the room door which is odd. Room service wasn’t ordered and no one knows you’re here. You assume it’s a maid but decide to check just in case.

“What the fuck…” You growl with your eyes wide.

“Genevieve Nicole Cortese Padalecki!”

“What?” You hear her muffled voice from around the corner. You stalk into the bathroom and see her mouth full of toothpaste and a toothbrush.

“I can’t believe you, Gen.” You whine stomping your foot on the ground. She rinses out her mouth and watches as you glare at her in the mirror reflection.

“I am so lost.”  She chuckles turning around, looking adorably confused.

“Dumb and dumber are at the door.”

“Who?”

“Your husband and his stupid best friend!”

“No way!”

“Yup.”

“I didn’t tell them to come I swear.”

“Gen…”

“I told Jared the name of the hotel just in case there’s an emergency. But I purposely left out our room number.”

“For the love of fuck.” You huff, whatever stress the spa got rid of now is back.

“Whoever’s working the front desk is clearly a fan.” Gen sighs looking through the peephole, Jensen knocks on the door again making her jump.

“Y/N!”

“Damn it.” You groan, you’re possibly on your way to a panic attack.

“You tried.” Jared shrugs hoping his friend won’t make a scene.

“What? You think I’m giving up? She has to come out of there sometime. I’ll just wait.” Jensen replies stubbornly glaring at your door.

“Jay…let’s go grab a drink at the bar downstairs. Maybe she’ll come around.”

“I could always just find a way in.” Jensen mumbles to himself, completely ignoring Jared.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ll just find the key. It can’t be that hard.”

“You realize you’re not really Dean,  right?” Jared informs slowly.

“Shut it.”

“This isn’t a TV show, Ackles. A maid won’t magically appear then leave her cart unattended, it conveniently having the right key on it.”

“Maybe if I try a credit card?”

“Holy shit.” Jared mutters running his hands through his hair.

“I’m actually starting to get worried about you. I hate to say it but maybe we should go home. Give Y/N some space and go from there.”

“No.” Jensen answers dangerously calm.

“So instead of approaching this rationally, you’d rather just stalk her.”

“I just need to see her. Even if it’s for five minutes.”

Jared opens his mouth to respond but he’s interrupted when Gen sends him a text. He glances at it quickly but not quick enough, Jensen grabs it from his hand.

Y/N won’t come out. She’s pissed.

“Well, I’m fucking ecstatic!” Jensen shouts in response at the locked door.

“It’s good to see you’re not losing it, dude.” Jared cracks up ignoring his best friend’s dirty look.

“Let me text, Y/N. She might let me in.”

“What about me?” Jensen pouts pathetically.

“Baby steps.” Jared assures patting him on the back before he presses send.

“Anything?” Jensen wonders trying to look at the phone.

“I literally just sent it two seconds ago.”

“She’s a fast typer.” Jensen mumbles now pacing up and down the hall. Without warning, you swing open the door making Jared hesitate because of the angry look in your eye.

“No.” You hold out your hand stopping Jared who’s trying to walk in.

“Not you. Send the other dumb ass in here.” You sigh giving Gen a weak smile as she leaves.

Jensen hears all of this but he has yet to enter the room. Now that he’s able to, he’s not sure if going in alone is a great idea.

“Good luck, man.” Jared whispers before moving down the hall with Gen.

You watch Jensen slowly walk in and look around, it’s like he expects something to jump out at him. Weirdo.

“You couldn’t have just given me one day, huh? To deal with this.” You snap crossing your arms over your chest.

“I…I guess not?” He replies appearing extremely uncomfortable.

“Cool. Glad we cleared that up.” You roll your eyes.

“I feel like a total dipshit right now.” Jensen grumbles to himself but still loud enough for you to hear.

“Good.”

“You’re really mad I came, huh.”

“Gen brought me here to relax. It’s kinda hard to do that, when the person I want a break from is fucking standing in front of me!” You practically shout debating on what to do next.

“I get it. I do. I mean…if I knew you’d be back at work then maybe I wouldn’t be so freaked out but…”

“Huh?”

“You told Jared that you’re quitting. Maybe you already did.” He shrugs sadly.

“Please.” You scoff loudly.

“I was just upset when I said that. I’ve worked hard to get the type of job I have and I’m fucking good at it. I’m not ruining my career over a stupid guy.” You reply refusing to make eye contact.

“Thank god.” Jensen lets out a sigh of relief dragging a hand down his face.You need to shut this down. He needs to leave now. There is not enough alcohol in your system to deal with this man.

You’re dreading his next words because you know what they’re going to be. There’s no way he’s going to throw away a six year relationship for you. It doesn’t matter if Jensen has feelings, he would have broken up with Danneel a long time ago if it mattered.

“I broke up with Danneel.” Jensen blurts out catching you off guard.

“What?”

“Yeah. Soon after you left. Well, I talked to Jared first then I did it. Of course it didn’t go over well but I didn’t expect it to.” He rambles on barely glancing at you.

“Whatever. The point is that we’re officially over.” Jensen bites his bottom lip nervously waiting for a reaction.

“Congrats.” You deadpan trying to stay in control.

“I’m trying here, Y/N. I really am. Please just drop the attitude and talk to me.”

“I have nothing to say.” You answer quietly.

“Fine. Then just listen.” Jensen pleads grabbing your hand, pulling you to sit down next to him on the couch.

“I love you. Always have and always will.” You wait for Jensen to continue on but instead he just gives you a panty dropping smile.

“Is there more?” You quirk an eyebrow.

“Nope. That’s it.” He smirks knowingly.

“Oh.”

“Oh? That’s all you have to say?” Jensen teases you.

“Well…when you said to listen, I assumed you had more to say.”

“I do, Y/N. But none of it is important right now. I love you and you love me. We’ve wasted too much time as it is…don’t you think?” He asks searching your face.

“So you want to just forget all the drama and be together?” You say skeptically.

“Yes! Why the hell not? We can do whatever we want, beautiful.”

“It’s really over with what’s her face?” You scrunch up your nose dramatically just thinking of her.

“Completely and totally fucking done. From now on, it’s just you and me…unless we decide to procreate.” Jensen starts cracking up.

“You think that’s funny?!” You laugh slapping his chest.

“I think the look on Danneel’s face when you said that was hilarious. She was so offended. It was great.” He chuckles pulling you on to his lap.

“I’m glad I amused you, dork.” You giggle shaking your head.

"I’m waiting ya know.” You stare into his eyes confused until it dawns on you. You really are a dope sometimes.

“I love you, Jay.” You sigh happily before crashing your lips into his. He pulls away too soon, resting his forehead on yours.

“I love you too, baby. Always and forever.”

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