#than jensen looking at misha and getting all flustered and stopping

[hitmeupaep]

actually insane

#like tell me this isn’t striaght out of a fucking movie #like wtf #i will literaly never move on #like there literally enacting the whole “he’s singing on a stage but it’s all for one person” trope #like misha sitting ON THE FLOOR looking at up him #the nod misha gives #jensen staring at misha at the begining #than jensen looking at misha and getting all flustered and stopping #like hello wtf??? #and this is all after the “so do i” comment i think #like fr insanity #idk how people don’t see it i’m sorry #misha collins #jensen ackles #cockles

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

the cockles masterlist, part 6

now split in SIX parts for link limit reasons

WARNING: this post glitches and crashes on mobile. it’s recommended you view this on your desktop, or at least on your mobile browser rather than the app. if my desktop theme is hard on your eyes, try an extension such as Just Read or Reader View to customize the layout and colors.

if you’re still having trouble viewing, or if you don’t want to have to switch between the five posts, here’s all of the links compiled into a google doc.

welcome to the cockles masterpost, a labor of love/insomniac hyperfixation.

i recently wrote this cockles manifesto, but after it got a lot of notes and i kept adding more links to it, i decided i should just go through my 8 years of archives and compile all the cockles posts in a much more accessible and navigable way. after everything with the series finale and destielgate, i figured we could use some happiness, and it turns out there are a lot of people who’ve never heard the cockles gospel.

important disclaimer: yes, i do think that jensen and misha have a private romantic/sexual relationship, but no i do not, in any way, think that they have ever cheated on their wives. we think they are polyamorous, which is a real and valid thing, and misha is openly poly. some people love more than one person, and that’s okay. their families are close and we love and support all of them.

second important disclaimer: despite the amount of innuendo below, this is not about fantasizing about two hot guys fucking. cockles is about the joy of witnessing two people who love each other and make each other happy and are disgustingly cute together. we’re not fetishizing, we’re just appreciating what they publicly share with us.

third important disclaimer: because some of y’all don’t know, the cardinal rule of cockles is that we don’t talk to cockles about cockles. DO NOT leave any comments on their social media accounts implying anything. not even green and blue hearts. they know that we know, but it’s on us not to make it weird. if we’re too obvious and say too much, they might start sharing less. don’t say anything.

for the sake of my sanity, these are in no particular order.

last updated: 3/8/23

🐚 denotes new content

part 1 (That’s Suspicious, mishananigans)

part 2 (#pray4jensen, gag reel hijinks, some posts i’ve written about cockles and rps)

part 3 (know your cockles history, the intimacy)

part 4 (the glory of jibcon)

part 5 (just for cute)

the glory of jibcon continued:

jib11 opening ceremony whispers and giggles

jensen turning his back as misha walks up to hug him | more gifs | video

"just swallow it" "he's always giving that advice" | video

"[danneel] does refer to misha as her boyfriend. which is funny, because so do i." | more gifs | video | fan discussion of this moment

misha sitting on the floor to watch jensen sing, jensen getting shy

jensen serenading misha with "angeles" | video angle 1 | video angle 2 | video of jensen looking at misha, getting flustered, and stopping suddenly | more gifs | photo | misha sitting on the floor watching | another misha photo | the significance of ‘angeles’

"i think you look nice and dapper" ... "then [jensen] went in for a kiss and i was like, whoa!" "hey, when in rome!"

the destiel song they improvised together | video | gifs minus lyrics

big dad angry machine

"i've been haunted by those bear underwear for some time"

jensen "woo!"ing when misha mentions gotham knights

jensen's face going soft when he looks from jared to misha | video

after misha says a unicorn toy is vibrating "for her pleasure", jensen pretends to sit on it | gif

misha moves his chair further away, jensen scoots his closer | video | “what are we doing? am i coming over?”

jensen spinning the wheel then staring at misha for ten seconds straight | video | photos

jensen tells everyone to stop cheering for misha to sing after misha makes it clear he doesn't want to | gifs + bonus “there goes jared with his job security” 👀

jensen winking at misha

jensen saying he's going to plan a big birthday party for misha's 50th, which is more than a year away | video

"you're my canary" | video

whispers and laughing (feat. misha's missing tooth) | photos

"i love those dishes" "you love those bitches??"

misha hyping jensen's new album | video

"my caretaker tells me i had a very nice birthday."

jensen staring at misha’s ass when he bends over

"this is our song"

roasting jared for bragging sam is tougher than dean | gifs

jensen staring at misha before making a birthday wish

riffing on “the european version of spn”: one, two, three, four

chatting about taking their families to amusement parks, jensen refers to misha as ‘daddy’

jensen’s nickname kink in full swing at jib11

12 years of jibcon secrets

head-leaning selfie with briana buckmaster | edit

2023 jibcon11 tag



just for cute (continued):

adorable photo ops: 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92   93 94

2012 spn wrap party photo

300th episode red carpet flirting

"misha decided jensen was the gift" photo op

hand measuring photo op

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[holylulusworld]

JAred x reader. I don't have a specific idea. But I saw the GIF from S14 when Sam is as tall as a door. "I always had a thing for tall men."

Taller is better

8000 Followers Drabble Prompts Masterlist

Prompt: "I always had a thing for tall men."           

Warnings: cocky Jared, tall Jared (that’s a needed warning), pining, tension, size kink

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins

Word count: 425

“CUT! That was great Jared. In the next scene, you are leaning against the doorframe to talk to Dean. Sam holds a book in his hands and Dean rolls his eyes at you.” While Jared grabs the book to follow the script you check on his plaid.

He’s smiling softly, telling you something about the next episode but all you can concentrate on is his size. 

You never realized how tall and intimidating Jared is until you started to work on the set of Supernatural. On your first day, you ran into Jared and squeaked as it was dark and he looked like a huge monster.

“Did you listen, Y/N?” Jared smirks - enjoying the way you nervously chew on your lower lip. “Maybe we should talk more after the scene?”

“Oh-okay. I’d like to know more about the next episode.” Mumbling the words you play with one of Jared’s buttons. 

“It’s a date.” 

“Next scene, Jared. Stop flirting with the poor girl. She looks all flustered when you are done with her.” Jensen teases and you want to hide behind Jared. 

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Jay. Pity, she likes tall men.” Smirking Jared steps toward his position.

“I am tall too!” Jensen grumbles while Misha tries to not get involved in their little banter.

“Mish, I am tall...right?” 

“In contrast to me or Jared?” Misha blinks as Jensen‘s features darken. Regretting his question he acts as if he’s not in the same room.

“No one is as freaking tall as Jared and I bet Y/N likes my size more. I am tall enough.” Jensen insists as you hide behind Jared, fisting his plaid.

“Can we stop talking and start filming? I’ll win...so I win. Now let’s do this...” Jared puffs his chest to make sure Jensen knows he’s taller than him.

“Y/N! Tell us which size is better!” 

“I...I...” Stammering you feel all eyes on you. Jared, Jensen, and Misha look at you - expectantly. "I always had a thing for tall men and Jared is the tallest so...”

“Taller is better,” Jared exclaims before he gives you a dirty grin. “I’d like to show you how much better tonight, at my house, in bedroom...on my bed...”

Wide-eyed you look up at Jared as Jensen curses behind his friend. “I saw her first...”

“But I am taller. Now shush and let’s finish the scene...”

His large hand cups your cheek and you feel all blood rush toward your core as he looks down at you with hungry eyes. “I have something better to do tonight...”

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[jawritter]

Cramps...

Request:  Hi you sweet thing! You write really amazing! Congrats on 200 followers. I wanted to make a Jensen request. Tumblr ask is too small so this ask will be in 2 parta😂 This is kinda based on my experiences. Can you make a Jensen x reader where one day reader doesn’t go on set because her periods have come. Jensen being her friend gets worried and goes to her house. When he goes he finds out that she has been vomiting. Her stomachache, body pain is too much for her to even move. So Jensen Takes her to her room. Takes care of her the entire day (tries to cheer up her mood coz too many mood swings, like movies or other stuff, you add yours here). When in the evening the pain increases a lot so he takes her to ER. It’s a normal thing but reader has to take an injection for the pain. Reader panics because she’s afraid, so Jensen stays with her the entire time. He takes her home and makes dinner. And stays the night, cuddling her even if she was on periods. don’t know if I made sense there but really reading your Jensen stories, I was tempted to read more your work! I know it’s a weird request involving periods and all. Not sure if everyone is comfortable talking about that so, Sorry for that🥺 it’s okay if you say no😅

Word Count: 2666

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen x Misha.

Warnings: Period related talk, sick reader, language, fluff, Jensen being an adorable sweetheart, that’s about all.

A/N: As always all mistakes are mine! Feedback is golden! Please do not copy my work!! I hope you guys enjoy this one! I’m not a fan of the title, but my mind was just blank and that’s the best I could come up with after staring at the computer for 30 minutes lol. So go easy on me…

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Your POV:

Ever had one of those days that when you went to bed the night before, you just knew tomorrow was just gonna be a bitch? Well, last night when you finally get in from set you just new. Shooting in between pouring rain and in freezing temperatures with Jensen and Jared, you didn't get home until somewhere around three in the morning. Your back was killing you, you were slightly nauseous, and you couldn’t sleep. You knew what was coming, and you knew it was going to be a bad one, so you prayed for mercy from mother nature to whomever was listening, and popped a few tylenol before trying to get some sleep. You had an early call in the morning, and you knew the makeup girls would kill you if you walked into the studio looking like an extra on the walking dead…

You don’t know what time you fell asleep that night, but some time in the middle of the night, you woke up with an excruciating pain in your stomach and lower back. Getting up with a groan you stumble to the bathroom to see that your Aunt Flow had decided it was time for your monthly visit. 

“Great! Just freaking beautiful!” you yell at no one, silently hating the fact that you didn’t have a roommate to help you while you were living in Vancouver filming. 

You get into the shower, and turn the water on just as hot as you could handle it, letting it beat down on your aching lower back, relaxing your muscles a little bit while you could. Then when the water started to get cold you cleaned yourself up, and got out to change your ruined bed sheets before you got ready to go to set.

You had just thrown them in the washer when the nausea hit you like a wave and you barely made it to the bathroom before emptying your contents of your stomach. Great, it was going to be one of those. The pain that had ebbed away from the shower was starting to come back with a vengeance, and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to make it in to set today.

Picking up your phone you texted Richard the news, still sitting down on the bathroom floor by the toilet. It was going to be a long five to seven days, and it was just getting started..

Jensen’s POV:

It was still cold out as Jensen made his way from the makeup trailer to set, but at least the rain had stopped and the sun was out. That did seem to help some, but the wind was still a bitter cold, too cold for a Texan’s liking, no matter how long he’d been in Vancouver filming he never got used to the cold. 

Rounding the corner to the main part of the bunker set where they were going to be filming today, he noticed immediately things hand changed up, and no one had bothered to tell him. Misha and Alex stood in full costume, looking over their scripts, and Jared was talking to a cameraguy in full Sam gear. This wasn’t right, It was supposed to be just Y/N and his coverage today? Why had they changed everything up? 

Walking up to Misha and Alex he didn’t even both really with a greeting. He was to annoyed that things had changed yet again, and more than a little concerned as to why Y/N wasn’t here on set. Normally she was here about thirty minutes early to run her lines before they filmed their coverage with him?

“Why are you guys here? It’s supposed to be just Y/N and my coverage today?” he asked, coming face to face with Misha. Misha just shrugged. 

“Y/N text and said she was sick and couldn’t come in to work today, so they decided just to film everything that she’s not in and then do her coverage Monday.”

“Sick? What do you mean she’s sick? Did she say what’s wrong with her? Is she okay?”

Misha looked at Jensen like he’d grown a second head. The sudden concern making him furrow his brows as he looked at Jensen, who was obviously flustered over the fact that Y/N was sick. 

“I don’t know, she didn’t text me, I just know what I was told. She was well enough to text so I’m sure she’s just fine. Why Jens? What’s the issue? You’re off the hook for the whole day I think. Go home and go back to bed. You guys were really late filming last night and Y/N is probably just tired. Take a page from her book and go home. Take a break for once.”

Jensne took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb, trying to pinch away the impending tension headache. 

He had been harboring feelings for Y/N for months. Well, ever since the first time he’d laid eyes on her really. He knew her better than she’d probably known herself.

He knew how she took her coffee in the mornings. The way she chewed on her lower lip when she was stressed, or couldn’t remember her lines. The way she shifted her weight on her feet when she had almost had enough of his and Jared’s shit when they were messing with her. 

He knew that she always took a shower before work because in the mornings when they were getting ready to go to set that’s when her shampoo smelled the strongest to him, and he loved every minute of it.

He knew what she prefered for lunch everyday at the food tent before she even got there, and most of the time he had her plate already made and ready for her. 

He knew when she was trying to hide the fact that something was bothering her by the tone in her voice. He knew EVERYTHING about her, and he knew that she didn’t just call in sick to work. Hell, the girl came to work with the damn flu. Sickness didn’t usually stop her.

He couldn’t help but feeling a pit in his stomach that screamed there was something horribly wrong, and he had to go and check on her, and he didn’t care how sick she was, he wouldn’t rest until she felt better. No matter what was wrong, he’d be there. 

Your’s POV:

This was one of the worst periods you had ever had in your life, the pain was almost unbearable. The cramps felt like they were going to rip you apart from the inside out, you couldn’t stop vomiting, and the slightest movement on your part as far as getting off the bathroom floor did nothing but cause more cramping, and more nausea. So you dozed on and off between spurts of pain with your head leaned against the tub, silently wishing you could at least get a pillow. 

You thought you heard someone knocking on your door, but you figured it was just some idiot trying to sell something, so you just ignore it in your sleepy daze. That is until you smelled the distinct smell that was Jensen’s cologne. You'd have known it anywhere, even if you were clinically dead. 

Opening your eyes you saw Jensen sink down to the bathroom floor next to you, slipping the hair away from your face that had fallen out of the half assed attempt at a messy bun you’d done getting out of the shower. 

“Goodness Sweetheart, you look like you feel terrible,” he said, his deep rumble soft, and his eyes concerned. You should have known he’d be worried when you called into work, but you didn’t think he’d actually show up at your apartment just  to check on you. If you were being honest it made your heart swell just a little that he cared that much.

“Yea, be glad you were born a man, Jay,” you tell him, trying to set up but a wave of nausea crashed into you from the movement, and you leaned over the toilet drying heaving, your arm trying to grip your stomach against the assaultingcramps, feeling more than a little embarrassed that Jensen had to witness this. 

“Let me take you to the hospital Y/N,” he said, his warm hand rubbing up and down your back in soothing circles. You shook your head as you leaned back more slowly this time. 

“No Jay, it’s not use, this is totally normal for me. There’s really nothing they can do for me. It will pass.” 

Jensen narrowed his eyes at you. His adorable eye crinkles showing. If you weren't so sick you probably would have smiled at the concern he showed on his face. 

“They can give you something for pain and nausea...” 

Throwing up your hand to stop him before he got himself to work up.

“That means shots Jay, and you know how I feel about needles.”

Standing to his feet he walked out of the room for a moment, and you thought that maybe you’d pissed him off and he was leaving, but he returned before you had time to worry too much, minus his jacket. Bending down he scooped you up carefully into his strong arms and held you tight to his chest as he carried you through your apartment. 

Laying you down on the bed that had been turned down, he carefully pulled the covers over you tucking you in. 

“Well, you’re stuck with me then until you feel like yourself again,” Jensen said, moving over to the other side of the bed, and crawling in on top of the cover next to you, grabbing the remote to your TV on the way.

“Friends marathon?” he asked you, as he pulled you into his side, letting you lay your head on his shoulder and snuggle against him. “I heard you and one of the PA’s talking about it yesterday,” he said with a shy smile when you looked up at him a little amused. 

“Jensen, you don’t want to watch friends we don’t have too,” you told him, poking him in the ribs playfully and enjoying the way he deep chuck vibrated through his whole body.

“Hey, I like Friends. Joey’s my boy ” he said as he settled next to you, turning Friends on before laying his large hand over your lower stomach. The warmth from his hand soothing the assaulting cramps a little and you melted into him. 

“This okay?” he asked you, watching closely for any sign that he was making you uncomfortable.

“No, this is perfect. You're amazing, Jay. You’re gonna make an amazing husband some day,” you tell him, your eyelids getting heavier be the second, finally relaxing just enough to doze off as you felt his lips graze your hair. 

The two of you lay there most of the day watching Friends and cuddling. You couldn’t believe what a sweetheart Jensen was being to you, most men seemed to be grossed out by periods, but Jensen didn’t seem bothered at all. 

The only problem was that the cramps and nausea were getting worse. You’d thrown up two more times, and the pain in your stomach was enough to make you want to cry.

The worse your symptoms got, the more worried Jensen got. Finally pleading with you until you’d agreed to let him bring you to the ER. That’s where you found yourself now, laying curled on an uncomfortable ER bed, with Jensen holding your hand and running his fingers through your hair. 

“I’m sure they can give you something to make you feel better, Sweetheart,” he said. You could tell he was anxious about the amount of pain you were in, even though you’d told him repeatedly that this was normal for you. 

A few minutes later the doctor came in and confirmed what you’d said. It was completely normal, possibly a little overly hormonal induced period system for some women. Pain and nausea were just part of it, but he did say that he wanted to give you a shot to help with the pain and nausea. At which point you started to cry like a little six year old as soon as the doctor walked out of the room to get the charge nurse to give you the shot, and he did your release paperwork.

Jensen squeezed his large frame in the bed next to yours, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest, letting your cry into his shirt. He lay there shushing you, running his hands through your hair again and repeatedly kissing your forehead, which thanks to your hormones made you even more emotional and more weepy. 

“It’s gonna be okay, Sweetheart. Just a little shot, you probably won’t even really feel it, then we can go home and you won’t be in pain anymore. We can cuddle, I’ll make dinner for the two of us, and we can finish our Friends marathon. Or whatever you want to watch. It’s almost over.”

“I hate needles, Jay,” you mumble against him getting more and more upset be the second.

“Hey, hey, pretty girl, I’m right here holding you, it’s gonna be okay. Just hold on to me as tight as you can.” You can hear the nurse behind you, getting everything ready. You hid your face more into his shirt and his arms wrapped around you tighter.

“Okay sweetheart, just a little stick and you can go home,” the nurse said, cleaning the spot with an alcohol pad over that she was going to put the shot. You were shaking, and you felt Jensen lift your head up to look at him, his green eyes that had really no color name searched yours. 

It worked. He officially distracted you with just a look. Jensen was always able to do that. 

“Okay Hun, your finished! You can go as soon as you sign these papers,” she said, and you looked at her completely shocked that she had already done it.

“See, as long as you’re with me, nothing can hurt you,” Jensen said, kissing the top of your head for what seemed like the thousandth time, making your heart flutter in your chest. 

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Less than an hour later you seemed to actually be feeling better and were even walking around on your own. The doctor had given you something for pain and nausea to do you through the rest of your cycle, that much you were thankful for.

“Okay baby girl, you go get in the bed, and get yourself comfortable, I’m going to start on fixing us something to eat,” Jensen said, refusing to let you into the kitchen.

“Jensen, you don’t have to do all that, we can just order takeout.” 

Jensen laughed at you. “Baby, I’m not going to make you eat takeout, you've been sick all day and you need a home-cooked meal. You settle your little self in that room let me take care of you.”

You kissed him on the check and you could have sworn you saw him blush. 

You did as you were told, getting into bed and waiting for Jensen to come in with his meal, reading through some of your emails and things while you waited. When he entered the room he had a tray of food piled high with all your favorites. You sat there with your mouth hanging open. 

“Jay! OMG!! Please tell me some of that’s yours,” you tell him, looking at the feast he’d brought you.

“Hell yeah some of it’s mine,” he said with a wink as you started to dig in, and he made himself comfortable doing the same.

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Waking up the next morning you felt Jensen’s arm wrapped protectively around you. Rolling over so as to not wake him up you looked at his perfect sleeping figure. He’d stayed all night with you, holding you, making sure you were comfortable, not letting you do anything for yourself and waiting on your hand and foot, treating you like a queen. 

Running your hand through his soft hair lightly Jensen hummed in his sleep at you. You took in his beautiful features. His strong jaw, perfect dusting of freckles over his nose and cheeks. The man was gorgeous.

All your life you’d searched and hoped for someone like him to stumble into it, and you never realized what was right there in front of you. Watching Jensen sleep next to you this morning though, after all he’d done for you yesterday, you decided maybe there was such a thing as happy endings after all, and maybe, just maybe, yours was laying right here next to you.

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[spiritclusters]

Thoughts On SPN Finale (Both Positive and Negative)

As a fair bit of warning here, this post is going to be a mix of both positives and negatives on the finale. I am happy to agree to disagree about this, okay? So no hate, pls. <3

After letting the finale sit on my mind for a week, spinning between frustration, tears and aching loss, I think I’m finally ready to say something about it. Honestly, with the way that the fandom has been kinda murderous the last few days, I haven’t been brave enough to take the heat yet. 

But yeah. Here we are. (This is both a mixed review of kind of 15.19 + 15.20)

Thank you for *giving me a meltdown so we could be here.

Firstly, from the standpoint of a fan, I was satisfied. Sam, Dean, and Cas were given rest. It wasn’t the rest that I’d wanted, but these characters that I have watched struggle with battle after battle for fifteen seasons (or eleven) were finally allowed to sit still and just be. No pressure on them to save the world, no one yanking strings; they are, for the first time in their lives, perfectly safe in a heaven controlled by their adoptive son. Ergo: an environment that will never, never try to backstab them. 

Cas wasn’t stuck in the Empty. Jack, who said that he’d be here and there, immediately went and rescued his angel father from the end. The duo can now be happily influencing creation for eternity to come. Cas can, at last, be happy, knowing that by raising Jack, he has atoned for everything. Heaven is fixed, the Winchesters are safe. Cas can rest. 

Jack is finally at peace with himself. He has no doubts about his character. He is happy. Jack has always wanted to be good, and he finally has the means to do it widespread. He is a balance of both light and dark with Amara, and he is finally capable of keeping his family and himself safe. Jack can rest. 

Sam got a family. Sam was able to be the one thing that he wanted when he was twenty-two: a family. A wife. (Of which I will fight for my dying breath that blurry woman in the background is Eileen.) Stability. The ability to step away from hunting. Sam was able to put himself first. Sam can rest. 

Dean was given peace. Dean has always had an incredible guilt complex about leaving hunting. He’s wanted to from as far back as season two, probably before, but he’s never been given a chance to stop. Chuck kept pulling him back in, over and over, because any peace that Dean had the chance to capture was taken from him. Dean was able to stop filling the void from Cas’s death and Jack’s disappearance by not having to hunt anymore. His death was bittersweet, but by being finally forced to stop hunting, Dean Winchester was finally able to rest. 

Am I happy that the only way the writers decided to give the characters rest was to kill them? No. But I understand that it was nessercary in the world of SPN that they move on. If they kept hunting, the show would have felt compelled to continue. I think we all knew that the finale was going to be one final sweep of the board to kill everyone.

I am deeply, deeply grateful for the effort that JA and JP put into the final showing of their characters. The performances were very alive and beautiful. I will forever be in awe of Dean’s death. The raw emotions between the two was absolutely gorgeous. I’m not a crier, and there have been very little scenes in SPN that have made me cry, but Cas’s goodbye and Dean and Sam’s were absolute beautiful. MC, JP, and JA gave their all into these characters write offs, and they were momentous. 

That said, from a writer’s stance, 15.19 and 15.20 were an absolute disaster. 

Random cameos that serve very little to the plot, fan services, and awkward conclusions that weren’t as well put together as I would have liked. Unconcluded dangling loose ends that can almost tear the entire season (series) apart because though we spent so much time building up to something--nothing of consequence really...happened. Yeah, Chuck destroyed creation, but Jack reversed uno’d that. That’s just the first one of many that comes to mind. 

I will say this only once and only once, but--a writer’s job is not to please the fans, it’s to tell a story. 

Yes, I’m happy that we got fan services, but I would have been happier if they had kind of...ignored us, and just told the story that they wanted to without fear of repercussions. As a wrap up to the series, I was deeply disappointed. Y’know what would have been better? (for all of s15, honestly, because s15 was a mess) Actually caring about growth and healing. If we had seen Sam recover from mental health issues (cage trauma, cough, cough), Dean recover from alcoholism + adjoining anger issues, and Cas manage to find healing from the loss of his family and the mistakes that he’s unwittingly stepped into. 

I guess, for me, I was hoping to see the boys + Cas actually...recover. For the writer’s to acknowledge the crap that they’ve put them through and see them to the end of it in life. Death is not healing, okay? Death is an escape for a writer to use as loophole. I know this firsthand. 

I also know, writer-wise, that angst and trauma are much easier to write and easier for an audience to follow, but I still. Frustration. 

And to those of you who might argue that Sam did heal--he...didn’t. Sam and Dean are soulmates. There is a connection that we cannot simply cannot understand or fathom there. (It is why, I believe, Dean made the deal for Sam in S2. It is almost physically impossible for them to live without each other.) Sam’s soul died when Dean’s went to heaven. What stayed on earth was little more than a grieving shell. 

Look guys, I’m not frustrated because of a lost ship. I’m not frustrated because the boys deserved better (even if they did), I’m flustered because we did. We deserved to see them heal and get better + move on from hunting while they were alive because that would have been incentive to always keep fighting. A promise that things do get better. For me, the ending didn’t feel like a promise to carry on it was just...disappointing. 

So yeah. Mixed feelings. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only non-destial (even though destial shipper’s feelings, like any other fan’s, are completely valid) shipper out there who wasn’t satisfied. I don’t know. I guess...after so long of watching these characters suffer, I wanted the peace to see them let go. For the ending to feel like a new beginning instead of the end. Still. I’m not going to go hate on CW, the directors, or cast. I’m still very, very grateful for the work they did put into the show. 

With that. 

Thank you Supernatural. Thank you Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles for Castiel, Sam and Dean Winchester. You will forever hold a special place in my heart. <3 

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[hornsbeforehalos]

Forever, Sweetheart: Part 2

Pairing: Rob Benedict x OFC, past Norman Reedus x OFC

Warning: Smut, Language, RPF, mentions of violence and sexual assault, mentions of miscarriage, recreational drug use (weed), drinking, Rated E for EXPLICT A/N: TRIGGER WARNING: Mingus and Ky talk about the baby in this chapter. If you have triggers regarding subjects such as infant loss, please be cautious. 

As per usual I mean no harm or offense to anyone referenced or mentioned. this is a work of FICTION and no all your favorite people will be your favorite people in this. They’re characters.

Please do not read this if you are under the age of 18. Please do not copy or steal this and put it somewhere else. I will find you.

I do not own anything related to Supernatural or The Walking Dead or any other shows mentioned in this work of fiction. I am not affiliated with AMC or CW in any way.

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My eyes drifted open the next morning as my senses kicked in, the strong scent of coffee wafting through the small hotel room. I could hear Rob in the shower, the sound of him singing while washing himself coming from the bathroom and making me smile.

I let out a groan as my body stretched itself out, the stiffness in my shoulders making me roll my neck back and forth for a moment before I climbed out of bed. Walking past the mirror on the wall, I let out another groan, this time as I observed the giant rat’s nest that resided itself on my head from falling asleep with it wet.

Lovely way to start out the morning.

I heard the shower shut off and the curtain be pulled back as I sifted through my clothes for the weekend while sipping on the cup of coffee Robbie had set out for me, selecting a Gishwhes t-shirt from the pile as well as a pair of shorts. I was pulling my pajamas off as I heard Rob open the bathroom door, my butt bent over in his direction as I stepped into my denim shorts.  

A low whistle sounded as he pressed his denim-covered groin against my ass as I straightened myself, earning him a giggle from me as his fingers dug themselves into my waist when I turned around in his arms.

“Don’t even say a thing,” I grunted as I watched his eyes widen as he took in the state of my hair, “Not a God damned thing, Benedict.”

Rob chuckled but made the gesture of zipping his mouth, patting my butt before shaking his head as he released me to select a shirt for himself. I made my way into the bathroom after getting the rest of my clothes on, sighing deeply as I stared at the heap on my head.

It took twenty minutes and Rob’s help to get the shit to cooperate, and I was grateful when I was finally able to get it tied into braided pig-tails. I was just done pressing the false last eyelash to my lid when the Richard’s unmistakable rap sounded at the door.

I exited the bathroom as Rob pulled the door ajar to let Rich inside, the poor man already looking flustered.

“Kay, Mish is looking for you. He’s on the war path already.” Rich warned, raking his hand through his hair as he turned to Rob, “Me and you gotta skedaddle, buddy, Daniella is having issues with the sound check guy.”

“Jesus, okay,” Rob sighed, shaking his head again as he pulled a flannel over shirt on. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into a hug before kissing me, “I guess duty calls, my love. I’ll come find you later?”

I nodded before giving him another kiss, waving to Rich as I watched them leave.

It took about thirty seconds before my phone’s ringtone blared. I slide the answer button across Misha’s face, putting it on speaker as I pulled on my converse.

“Whaaaat? I’m on my way, damn. Let me get my fuckin’ shoes on.”

“Hurry your ass, woman! Did you know Marvel people are here too?” Misha asked excitedly. I could tell he had already made his way downstairs to the green room from the noises in the background, Bri’s unmistakable laughter sounding through the phone, “Sebastian fucking Stan even!”

Giggling, I strapped my laptop bag around my shoulder and grabbed my phone, taking it off speaker and pressing it to my ear as I made sure I had everything, “You’re such a nerd. I’m on my way.”

Misha hung up the phone without a good bye, and I placed it in my back pocket as I headed down to the convention.

The majority of the day had been hectic yet uneventful, and it was easy to slip back into the routine of convention life. As I had expected, I didn’t get to see Rob for most of the day, save for a couple of seconds here and there in between dragging Misha from one area of the hotel to another. I had hoped to at least be able to have a moment to go to his panel with Rich and Matt, but Misha wanted me to make sure the Random Acts information desk had everything they needed. I was talking to one of the past Gish contestants when Mingus approached with a couple of his friends.

“Hey Ming!” I beamed at him after the girl left, rounding the corner of the table I was behind to wrap my arms around him, “Glad you could come.”

“This shit is so cool, Ky,” He smiled, folding his lanky limbs across my shoulders as I pulled away to look up at him, “I’ve never been able to actually walk around one of these types of conventions before.”

“It has his moments of being cool,” I chuckled, turning to see two the two guys that came with him staring at me. They both looked familiar, and I remembered seeing them from the time when Ming had stayed with me.

“You guys remember my step mom, Ky, right?” Ming introduced with a wide grin.

Rolling my eyes, I smacked him in the chest with the back of my hand, “I’m like 7 years older than you, dude, don’t call me that.”

“Whatever,” He chuckled, “This is Matt and Kyle. You got time to go with us to get some food?”

I pulled my phone out and checked the time, noting that Rob’s panel was going to be ending soon and he’d texted that he wanted to meet in the green room afterwards.

“I can’t really leave, but ya’ll can come to the back with me if you want, they’ve got hella food piled up back there for everyone.” I replied, placing my phone back in my pocket, “Jensen and Jared should be headed there soon, too.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Mingus nodded, watching as I gathered all my things before following me.

I pushed the door to the green room open so the four of us could enter, my eyes instantly finding Robbie perched on the side of the couch with my brother’s guitar, strumming the chords as Jensen hummed. He looked up to me as he felt my approach, his grin faltering slightly as he saw Mingus behind me.

“Mingus! Dude! What’s up?” Jensen said joyfully as he stood up to hug the kid, Jared following suit before moving so everyone could sit down.

I turned to face Rob as Mingus spoke with the others, not missing the glint in his eye as I slotted myself between his legs in front of the guitar. His eyes moved back to the instrument, and he thumbed a few chords before returning his attention to me.

“How was the panel?” I asked sweetly, running my fingers through the thick curls on top of his head. Rob stopped playing and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the scratch of my fingertips against his scalp.

“Mmmm, it was okay. Couple people asked about you.” He answered, his eyes opening and shifting up to look at me as I stopped my ministrations.

“Anything interesting?” I wondered out loud, watching as Jared and Jensen lead Ming and his friends over to the food table. I pulled the guitar from Rob’s grasp as I sat on the couch beside him, my fingers finding the frets effortlessly.

“Nah, just asking if you were going to start doing conventions again, how you were doing, stuff like that.” Rob replied, a smile on his face as he looked down at me playing, “If you were gonna sing with me tomorrow.”

I looked up at him knowingly, my lips pursed together in a straight line as I rolled my eyes at him and sighed through my nose, “Maybeeee.”

“Maybe means yes.” Rob snorted, his grin splitting his face into a  full blown smile, “What song are we gonna do?”

Shrugging, I looked down at the strings of the guitar, “I don’t know, probably just one ya’ll always do or something.”

“I’ll figure out the details and let you know, ‘kay?” He promised, his hand curling around my shoulders as he leaned down to kiss the top of my head. Glancing at his watch, he stood up, “I gotta get back out there, but I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“Kay,” I replied, looking up at him as he leaned down again to kiss my lips, his hand cradling my head and stroking my cheek, “Love you, Rob.”

“Love you too, babe.” he replied before waving to the others, Jared and Mingus rejoining me with his friends as Rob and Rich left the room.

“Mingus said he could join us for dinner after karaoke,” Jared announced as him and Jensen squished themselves onto the couch next to me, tossing a wrapped sandwich my way, “We’re going to that one place we went last year.”

“Cool,” I smiled, letting Jensen take the guitar from me as I unwrapped the sandwich, my stomach growling loudly, “I’m glad you get to hang out, dude.”

“I’ve got the photo shoot tomorrow and I’ll be busy for the rest of the weekend, so I wanna see you as much as I can. We never get to hang out anymore.” Mingus stated, a sad tone to his voice as he took a sip of his drink, “I miss my super awesome cool step mom.”

“Stop calling me that!” I groaned, rolling my head back and huffing as everyone chuckled, “I’m not your step mom!”

“Anymore!” Ming contested before taking a bite of food, playful grin on his face.

“Not never!” I huffed, tossing a piece of lettuce at him, “So weird, dude.”

“I wish my step mom was as cool as you,” Kyle snorted from beside his friend, “Mine’s a cunt.”

“She’s not as cool as you think, kid,” Jensen chimed in, his hands instantly rising up to defend him against a flying piece of food.

Everyone laughed, and I shook my head at Mingus, “Doesn’t he have a new girlfriend or something anyway?”

“Eh. I mean not really I guess. I’ve seen him hang out with that chick Keagan a few times, and he was dating this one chick for a while, but I don’t know what happened to her.”

Nodding my head, the mention of Keagan’s name brought a flood of memories to the forefront of my mind. She’d been my friend, but had let Jeffrey manipulate her into being the reason for Norman and I’s separation. I had no ill will towards her, though, I was extremely over Norman and extremely happy with Rob, but I still wondered from time to time if things would have been different with the baby if she hadn’t done what she did.

Sensing the change in mood, Mingus pulled the subject away from his father, “We need to hang out when we get back to the states. I’m going to be spending the summer in LA with Matt.”

“I’m down dude, I just work all the time so you gotta let me know.”

“I’m sure we will get it all figured out,” Mingus grinned as the door to the room opened, Misha entering, looking rather stressed.

“Kylin! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!” He urged, throwing his hands up into the air, “You gotta come to autos with me.”

“Uhhh, why?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow at him and tilting my head curiously, “There’s no reason for me to be there.”

“Because I said so,” Misha stated, his own eyebrow lifting itself, “Now come on.”

Sighing as I wrapped the uneaten portion of my sandwich back up, I turned to Mingus and the guys, “Sorry, my boss is a dick.”

Chuckling, Ming responded,” It’s fine, we gotta go meet my dad anyway for something with Ride, I’ll text you later for the dinner details.”

After telling them bye and showing them the quickest way to get to the exit, I followed Misha down a different hallway towards the autograph room.

“You know I wanted you to come with me so I could spend some time with you, right? You’ve been so busy, I’ve barely seen you.” Misha complained as he threw his arm around my shoulders.

“You’re the one that asked me for the help, dude,” I rasped as I wrapped my arm around his waist, “Runnin’ me ragged.”

“I know, I’m despicable” Misha chuckled, squeezing me close for a moment before releasing me as we neared the area, “I’ll give you a raise.”

“Ha. I doubt it.” I snorted, rolling my eyes and jabbing him in the gut with my finer as he held the door open for me.

I took my seat behind him as he got situated, pulling out my phone to scroll through social media while we waited for the fans to be allowed through. I had been tagged in numerous things on twitter and Instagram, and I ignored most of them as I usually did until one from Mingus caught my eye. He’d taken a selfie with him and his friends and Jared, with the caption ‘Supernatural in Rome, thanks step-mom!’ Followed by a winking emoji.

Stop fucking calling me that! I typed back in a comment quickly, adding a few laughing emojis myself as the room started to fill up. I pocketed my phone again and stood up, moving beside Misha to help the handlers take the tickets.

“Um, Kylin? Would you mind signing this too?” A woman asked shyly, about fifteen minutes into the session.

“Um, sure, I guess. What’s your name?” I replied, startled.

“Megan.”

I gave her a smile and signed the board she’d placed in front of us before handing the metallic marker back to her, “Here you go, Megan.”

“Thank you so much. It really means a lot. I’m sorry about what happened to you.” Megan smiled sadly at me, her eyes kind and gentle, “I lost a pregnancy myself not too long ago. I don’t know your whole story, but it was devastating for me.”

I could feel the crack in my chest try to reopen again as I gave her a small smile back, looking down at my hands before over at Misha, who wrapped his arm around me and kissed the crown of my head.

“Thank you, and I’m sorry for your loss as well. I don’t know where I’d be without my family.” I replied, my voice low in attempt to conceal the emotions threatening to bubble over. The girl got her hug from Misha and moved on, not realizing she’d broached a tender subject.

“You okay?” Misha asked as he watched me sit back down in the chair behind him, my arms crossing over my chest protectively.

“Yeah, I should’ve been expecting someone to talk about it.” I exhaled deeply, “I think I’m gonna go get a cigarette, okay?”

“Sounds good, after I’m done here I’ll meet you upstairs to figure out dinner plans before you leave for karaoke, yeah? I might just go with Ruth and Briana, Jensen and I are arguing today.”

“Just let me know, I’ll kick him in the nuts for you” I snorted, grabbing my purse and double checking I had everything I needed, “Grab my bag when you leave, please.”

“Got ya.” Misha replied with a wink, throwing a thumbs up in my direction as another fan approached and demanded his attention.

I found the side exit quickly, happy to be able to finally get some nicotine into my system. I exhaled the strong smoke as I scrolled through my phone again, trying to forget about the woman’s words. I jumped as the door I’d just came out of opened, but smiled upon seeing Rob crook his head around it, like he’d been looking for me.

“There you are,” He smirked, verifying my suspicions as he let the door close behind him. “You okay? Misha texted me that a fan had upset you.”

Letting one side of my mouth fall, I shrugged, “Not really, just threw me off guard I guess. I should have been expecting it though. It’s why I haven’t been coming to conventions.”

“I’m sure seeing Mingus doesn’t help either, huh?” Rob asked, leaning up against the wall next to me as I took another drag.

Shrugging again, I exhaled, “I mean he doesn’t really bother me, besides with the stupid step mom shit, but I don’t know. This woman decided it would be a good time to share her story with me, and... like I said, I don’t know.”

"I get it,” Rob nodded, reaching over to grasp my free hand, “I’ve had fans do that stupid shit too.”

He leaned his head over and onto my shoulder, chuckling as he said, “That step-mom stuff is definitely pretty weird.”

“Right?” I snorted, a smile breaking across my face that turned into a full blown laugh, “Kid is out of there, man. I’m so glad Calvin and Audrey aren’t like that.”

“That’s because they hate me.” Rob replied, the tone in his voice instantly shifting as he pushed himself off the wall to stand directly in front of me, our hands still entwined.

“They don’t hate you, Rob,” I argued, looking at him before taking another hit from the cigarette, exhaling quickly, “They’re going through a lot right now.”

“Feels like they hate me,” He mumbled, looking down at his feet and kicking at an imaginary rock, “They barely ever call me anymore.”

The kids had taken the divorce a lot worse than Rob had expected them to. Worse then I think they even expected to. They always knew the divorce was eminent, but their mom had them moved all the way to San Diego before the papers were even filed, making them leave behind everything they’d ever known. In their anger they blamed Rob, his inability to work things out with Mollie uprooting and destroying their whole lives.

“Hey,” I said, tugging on his arm to get his attention and make him look at me,  “They’ll come around, alright? Give it some time.”

He smiled weakly, pulling me to him to kiss my lips. I pulled away for a second to flick the butt of the cigarette into the parking lot before turning back to him and pressing my mouth against his.

Curling both my hands around Rob’s neck, I parted my lips to taste his tongue with mine, a soft encouraging noise coming from his throat as he tightened his grip on me. We kissed for a few moments, my skin growing heated under his touch as I moaned into his mouth before he pushed me back into the wall, the brick biting into the back of my thighs as he ground himself into me.

Panting when he finally pulled away, he rasped, “I love you, Sweetheart.”

“I love you too, babe.” I replied, small smile playing on my lips as I gazed up at him lovingly. “Forever.”

“Forever, Sweetheart.” He grinned before kissing me again.

After karaoke, Rob and I met up with the boys and Mingus, his friends having something else planned for that evening. Jensen and Misha were still arguing apparently, something Jensen ‘didn’t wanna talk about’, so he’d gone with Ruth and Bri and the rest of the band. 

We got a ride to the quiet restaurant the boys had been to the year before, the lighting low and music soft as we sat in the back corner and conversed between ourselves. Mingus was taking full advantage of the nonexistent drinking age, knocking back shots in between beers at a pace that would rival even his father’s.

“Mingus, you need some water or something?” Jared asked, concern lacing his voice as the boy finally started to sway back and forth.

“I’mmm...okay.” Mingus sighed, leaning his temple against my shoulder as he sat next to me.

“You sure?” I whispered, tilting my head to peer down at him. There was a sad look on his face, and I brushed a piece of his hair off of his forehead as his eyes met mine for a moment. There was definitely an emptiness there, and my heart broke for him. Poor kid was probably still in the grieving process himself.

“Mind if I bum a cigarette from you?” He asked lowly, up-righting himself on the seat, “I think I need some air.”

“Yeah, I’ll come with you.” I replied gently, giving him a small smile as I watched him stand up. He steadied himself by gripping the table, a goofy grin on his face suddenly as the alcohol started moving through his body again.

Shaking my head with a small chuckle, I turned to Robbie on the other side of me and excused myself, kissing him on the cheek and reassuring him I’d be okay. I looped my arm into Mingus’ elbow, my own slight intoxication making me lightheaded. We exited the building and turned down the narrow alleyway beside it, finding the small private smoking area dimmly lit by a street lamp down the way. Leaning against the cool brick, I passed Mingus a cigarette from my pack before placing my own between my lips and lighting it.

“You alright?” I drawled cautiously, my eyes scanning him as he looked down at his feet.

He stayed silent for a few moments, his eyes never leaving the ground before a silent tear rolled down his cheek, barely visible in the lighting.

“Hey, sweetie, you’re okay,” I instantly soothed, reaching my hand out for his and pulling him to me. His long limbs encased my shoulders, a muffled sob retching through him as he pushed his face into my hair.

“Shhhh, Ming, it’s alright,” I cooed, rubbing his back with my free hand as I flicked the accumulated ashes with the other, “Come on, let’s sit.”

I pulled away from him and tugged him towards a nearby bench, making him sit beside me as I helped him wipe his tears away while his breathing slowed.

“Sorry, Ky,” Mingus rasped, his voice still cracking with emotion, “It’s just…this year has sucked so fuckin’ much for me.”

Nodding my head as I exhaled smoke from the drag I’d finally taken, I placed my hand in his, “I know, babe. It’s been hard for everyone.”

“I have dreams about him, you know? Nax. I see him.” He mumbled, his words slightly slurred.

“I do too. Except I won’t ever know for sure if it’s really him I see.” I replied, my own voice shaking as I fought back the tears that were threatening to spring forth.

“What do you mean?” Ming asked, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Dad didn’t show you a picture?”

Shaking my head, I brought the cigarette to my lips for the last time before tossing it, “He never talked to me after the day I woke up. There were no pictures taken of him that I know of.”

“What a dick, are you fuckin’ serious?” Mingus cursed, swaying to the side slightly as he shifted to pull his phone out. Before unlocking the screen, he looked up at me, his eyes meeting mine, “Do you want to see?”

Nervousness pin pricked throughout my bloodstream, stinging my skin as my stomach dropped. I couldn’t stop the moisture from rolling down my cheeks, a sob gasping from me as I nodded my head.

It had been over a year, and I never once had seen a picture of my son.

Exhaling sharply, Ming sniffled before wiping his nose. He unlocked the phone and scrolled for a second. Finding what he was looking for brought a small smile to his face, his watery eyes looking up at me before asking, “You sure?”

Nodding again, I held my breathe, closing my eyes for a second while he turned the phone around. When I opened them again, I was peering into the most beautiful blue eyes of the most beautiful baby I’d ever seen.

My chest cracked open as a sob wracked through me again, but it was accompanied by a smile spreading across my lips as I took the phone from him. Lucian’s perfect face was was right there, looking up at me. I noted the nasal tube that curled around his cheek, the only thing besides his obvious size that made him appear any form of weak. My shaking fingertips drifted over the screen, tracing the lines of his little nose and lips. I felt strong arms wrap themselves around me from behind, the scent of my brother encasing me instantly. I’d been too absorbed in staring at my son that I hadn’t even heard him and the others approach.

“He was beautiful, sissy,” Jensen croaked, eyelids blinking back tears as I turned around to look up at him, “Just like you.”

Sniffling as I attempted to compose myself, I handed the phone back to Mingus, prying my eyes away from the little thing on the screen.

“Thank you, Ming. Can you please send it to me?” I sniffled, exhaling the tension from me as foot steps could be heard approaching.

I turned my head to see Norman’s silhouette, the looming figure unmistakable.

“You alright, kiddo?” He rasped, his voice husky as he took in the sullen expressions on our faces.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Mingus snapped, pulling hisself unsteadily to his feet.

“I sent him a text when ya’ll hadn’t come inside for a bit. Figured you needed a ride,” Jared spoke, clearing his throat uncomfortably.

“I’m fine.” Mingus spat, glaring at his father, “I’m so fucking pissed at you, dude.”

“What the hell did I do?” Norman questioned, confusion twisting his face.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Dad, huh? You were so wrapped up in your own asshole that you couldn’t even let her have a fuckin’ picture of her child!?” The boy’s towering figure stepped into Normans personal space, his chest puffed out in fury, “Not only did you fucking blame her, you couldn’t even give her closure for that? And you never fucking told me?”

Mingus shoved his father back, Norman stumbling before catching himself before he could fall. Jared instantly shot his hand out to Mingus’ chest as the boy attempted to advance again, rage flicking in Mingus’ pupils and encasing his irises.

“Enough, Ming,” I begged, my hand wrapping around his wrist and pulling as Jared and Jensen placed a barrier between the son and the father. I could see Rob helping Norman to his feet over their shoulders, hushed words with a sharp tone being spoken between the two.

“Fuck you, Dad, seriously. I hate you!” Mingus continued, fighting against the bodies surrounding him, “I fucking hate you.”

“Ming, you don’t mean that.” I argued, continuing to tug on his arm until he looked at me, “Come on, I’ll get you back to your mom’s hotel.”

I turned to lead him towards the parking lot, when I heard Norman’s voice call out to me.

“Just know I’m sorry, Whiskey.”

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[katymacsupernatural]

Tongue Tied

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 950

Written For: @spnaubingo

Square Filled: Interior Designer Sam

Warnings: None

“Mom, are you serious?” You muttered into the phone, pacing your new, spacious living room. “I think I can do okay decorating my own apartment.”

“Honey, I know you think you can. But do you remember when I let you paint your room?” Your Mom spoke softly, making you even more infuriated.

“Yeah, and I thought it turned out great,” you insisted.

“Sweetie, you painted it bright pink and lime green. It was hideous. Please, let me do this for you. It’s a wonderful company, and they decorated my place, and you like how it looks.”

Knowing your Mom wouldn’t give in until she had your way, you sighed. “Fine. But I’m going to give them some of my ideas as well.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t expect any less. Now, I already took the liberty of calling them, and they’re sending their best designer. He’ll be there in an hour. Let me know how it goes,” your Mom said before hanging up the phone.

You knew your Mom meant well, but she still didn’t understand that as an adult you didn’t need her running your life. You were more than perfectly capable of making your own decisions, of decorating your brand new apartment.

You only had a couple of furniture pieces in the apartment, and they were your bed and dresser. The rest you were planning on buying. Boxes filled the kitchen, items that still needed to be unpacked. Reaching for the top one, you were surprised when the doorbell rang.

Peeking through the peephole, you pulled the door part way open. “Can I help you?” You asked the man, taking a long, slow look. He was tall, even taller than your brother who was over six feet. His shoulders took up the entire door frame, covered in the softest looking gray flannel. His hair was shaggy, almost to his shoulders, his eyes shining down at you, a kaleidoscope of colors. The most beautiful eyes you had ever seen.

“Are you Miss Y/L/N?” He asked, his voice a rich timbre. “I’m part of the Winchester Design Company, and I was told you were expecting me. My name’s Sam Winchester.”

“I was expecting someone, but not someone like you,” you muttered, turning red as the words slipped out of your mouth. “What I mean is not someone as hot. Uh, I mean someone that wasn’t wearing flannel.”

He was smiling, chuckling as you continued to stutter. “You know what, never mind. Come on in,” you muttered, hating how flustered he made you feel.

“This is a beautiful space,” he announced as soon as you let him in. “It has so much potential.”

“I fell in love with this apartment the moment I saw it on my computer,” you admitted. “It was a little above my price range, but I can work some overtime to cover it.”

“What did you have in mind for decorating?” He asked, crossing his arms, the muscles bulging slightly in the soft shirt.

“I really haven’t thought about it yet. I want something comfortable, with a lived in feel, but chic as well. Nothing too fancy, but I don’t want rustic either,” you tried explaining the vision in your head.

Tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, he studied you instead of the room you were talking about. “You mean something as unique and beautiful as you.”

“Is that how you talk to all of your clients?” You asked, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Only the ones I can’t take my eyes off of,” he answered, sending a bolt of warmth straight to your core.

Trying to think of something to say, he helped you out. “So, I’m not sure of your budget, but I was thinking an armchair over by the window, a small couch on this wall over here, maybe a light gray color? A storage type coffee table in the middle, with a painted entertainment center. Some candles, picture frames on the shelves. A bookcase off to that side, some simple stools at the bar.”

“That sounds perfect,” you admitted, easily seeing what he had in mind.

“I have a couple of stores that we could go to tomorrow, see if we can find the right pieces,” he suggested.

“And maybe stop for a bite in between?” You offered, wondering if he would take the hint.

“Miss Y/L/N, are you asking me out on a date?” He asked, and you wondered if you had misread the situation.

“It’s Y/N. And, I mean, if you don’t want to, I totally understand. I could have misread everything, but I thought that you were flirting with me, and…,” you stuttered once again, feeling completely foolish.

“No, I was just pleasantly surprised. I would love that,” he agreed. “I didn’t want to be too forward, and I didn’t want to assume things.”

“So, it’s a date?” You confirmed, and he nodded. “That’s wonderful. But please, don’t tell my Mother. She’ll gloat for ever. She probably had this planned.”

“I do remember her specifically asking for me,” he explained. “I was curious at the time, but once I saw you standing at the door, I immediately understood why. And I was grateful for her involvement.”

“Ooh, don’t let her know that. She’d never let it go,” you told him.

“I think we’re going to have a lot of fun tomorrow,” he said, holding his hand out. Reaching out, you grasped his callused hand, surprised that an interior designer would have calluses. “I can’t wait to take you shopping, and then let you take me on a date.” Winking, he pressed his lips to your hand, before excusing himself, leaving his number with you.

As soon as he was gone, you slid down the wall, landing onto the hardwood floor. You hadn’t been expecting that, but as soon as he had opened the door, you had wanted nothing more than to ask the man out on a date. Pushing yourself out of your comfort zone had rewarded you, and now you couldn’t wait to get to know Sam.

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[67midnightwriter]

The Moment I Knew

A/N: Please enjoy this little one shot I’ve been messing with these past few days. Beta’d by the ever wonderful @sculptorofbeginnings

Angst/Fluff

Misha Collins x Reader

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence and Death

W/C: 2172

Summary: It started out as a secret and it grew, as secrets often do.

You shifted in your seat, trying to blend in and look like just another fan. You smiled as they played his theme song, biting back a laugh while he sent you text after text as though he wasn’t currently holding up an entire convention. These were the moments you cherished, when he made you feel like the only person in world. They were fleeting, few and far between, but you burned every single one to your memory, like a tattoo on your heart that might fade in time but would be with you always.

When he came out on stage his eyes found yours, as if they were drawn by a magnetic pull. He gave a knowing wink, and you couldn’t help but grin as the girls on either side of you squealed in delight. Misha launched into a story about your morning adventures, quite literally running into a protest downtown, awestruck at how he dove headfirst into the cause, somehow scrounging up poster board and markers; easily coercing you into making signs with him with the promise of an extra large morning latte. When things had gotten too heated for your liking, you had grabbed Misha’s hand and led him away to the coffee shop on the corner.

You looked around as Misha began taking fan questions, and that’s when you saw his face. It jumped out at you from the crowd, causing your heart to palpitate in your chest, though you weren’t sure why. A few more questions were answered as you flipped through memories, trying desperately to figure out why this stranger was making your skin crawl and tingle in anticipation.

He stood up, a tan trench coat that was two sizes too big swaying as he made his way to the middle isle that led to the main stage. As soon as you saw the frayed and stained bottoms, everything clicked into place. The world slowed down as you jumped out of your chair, fear radiating off of your body as your eyes caught the glint of a gun you knew wasn’t a cosplay prop; he was the man that Misha had gotten into a fight with at the protest, and while you had brushed off his death threats there, now they seemed impossibly tangible.

The entire audience went silent as he said Misha’s name, stopping him mid sentence. The metallic click of the safety reverberated through the auditorium, urging you forward. You began to run as Misha dropped his microphone, all the color draining from his face while he took slow, unsteady steps backward. Someone screamed as he cocked the gun, and you stepped in front of it just as he began to aim.

“Don’t do this.” For a second the voice in the air didn’t register as your own. It was strong and steady, the exact opposite of how you felt currently. “You don’t want to do this.”

“Oh sweets, I think I really want to do this. Now move.”

You looked him directly in the eyes. They were a cloudy gray, hazy and rimmed in red. His pupils were dilated, and you realized that he was terrified as well. When you didn’t move he tried to aim the gun over your shoulder, but you wrapped your hands around the cold barrel and you pressed it to your chest.

“If you are going to kill anyone in this building, it’s going to be after you kill me.” He paused, his attention turning from you to Misha. His eyes bore into yours, confusion washing over them; you had caught him off guard, and now he wasn’t sure how to continue. People were now streaming out of the room, and you could tell he was getting flustered, his plan now thrown out the window. “If you are going to shoot anyone, it’s going to be me. After you watch the light fade from my eyes, feel my body go weak and useless against yours, then you can decide if you want to pull this trigger again while it’s facing another person.”

He swallowed hard. You felt his grip on the gun loosen momentarily, his hands starting to shake as the realization of the true consequences of his actions were catching up in his head. He looked over your shoulder, glancing at Misha once more. You could see in the reflection of the projector screen in his glasses that Misha was frozen, watching you with an open mouth and a pale face, resisting as Cliff tried to pull him backstage.

The lights in the auditorium went off. The gunshot seemed to echo forever. Screams harmonized as you swayed on your feet. The pain wasn’t instant. The gun was suddenly heavy in your hands as he dropped it, and you heard him fall as he backed away from you, semi-coherent apologies streaming from his lips. The front of your shirt was hot and sticky as you stepped backwards until your back hit the wooden base of the stage. You slid to the floor as the lights came back on.

Misha dropped to the ground beside you. He pulled you close, squeezing as though he was trying to hold you together. The gun fell from your hands as you reached for him, clutching the front of his t-shirt with whatever grip you could muster. One hand traveled to his cheek, forcing his gaze from your chest to your face.

“Misha, I-” Your voice shook. Tears began to spill from broken blue eyes.

“No, don’t say it.” His lip quivered.

“I love-” The edges of your vision were beginning to darken.

“Y/N please, I need you.” His voice cracked.

“You.” You closed your eyes, and he screamed.

Misha jumped as Jensen wrapped an arm around his shoulder. His touch pulled Misha from the memory, and after a few blinks the red faded from his shaking hands, the weight of your body in his arms a ghost once more. He swallowed hard past the lump in his throat, turning his attention once more to the fan that had asked the question.

He brought it upon himself, doing an interview three months after the incident when the fandom was buzzing with rumors you didn’t deserve. The headline still sat on the their coffee table, staring at him on calm nights while Vicki worked on her new book and he tried to think about anything other than what had happened; ‘Misha Collins and the fan that saved his life: “I loved her.”’ He hoped that he had done you justice.

Now, six months later, the first convention was harder than anyone had imagined.

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t-” The fan backtracked.

“No, that’s okay. It’s a long story, so I’ll give you the cliff notes.” Misha took a deep breath, and Jensen squeezed his shoulder for support. “She strode onto set her first day with a confidence that I could only ever wish to have. She was wild, constantly pushing me past limits and somehow finding the best in every situation. She felt like sunshine and-” He paused, tears burning his eyes again as her memory danced behind his eyes.

“She was made for Misha.” Jensen interjected. “We could all see it. Vicki even started calling her his ‘set wife’ after her first visit for the new season.” Jensen’s laugh eased a bit of the pain that weighed heavy on Misha’s chest.

“It’s funny, when you think you have so much time with a person you waste it. You let precious days slip through your fingers like they’re never ending, when in reality-” Another pause, another shaky breath- “I refused to let myself feel what I should have been feeling all along. I hid her away like my own little secret, because I was scared of getting hurt. I put up walls that she didn’t deserve, and on this side of things I realize that I wasn’t shutting her out, but I was locking myself up. What’s the difference betweens walls keeping out the world and fencing yourself in anyways?” He bit his lip, turning to look at Jensen before continuing. “That moment, when she stood so strong in front of that gun for me, when she could have slipped away with the crowd and no one would have even questioned it, that’s the moment I knew I loved her.”

“Did you ever try and find her afterwards?”

“There was a bomb that went off in the lobby. A lot of pandemonium that day, and there was a mixup in with what hospital she was taken to. The last I heard she was pronounced dead in the ambulance-” Misha’s voice cracked again, and he bit his lip.

“Misha looked. We all did. We spent weeks calling all the hospitals in the area, searching for her by name, looking for Jane Does… It seems like something that could only happen in the movies, but she was gone.”

The crowd gasped, and for a second Misha’s skin prickled as panic started to spread. The memory threatened to break through again, the real world in front of him blurring as he started to lose his grip on what was here and now and what was in the past. Jensen laid his hand on Misha’s forearm, squeezing it and grounding him with the sensation. He could still hear her voice saying his name, and he shook his head, ready to leave the panel before he lost his control in front of the crowd.

“Misha.”

He looked up, sure that he was hearing a ghost, but there you were on the other end of the stage. You were tucked protectively beneath Jared’s arm, standing between him and Vicki, looking impossibly small. Bright red fresh scars peaked out from the dip in your shirt, and you had lost weight, but you were there.

Misha’s microphone clattered to the ground. He was on his feet, the sound of his chair falling to the stage causing you to flinch as his legs carried him to you. He wrapped you in his arms, crushing you to his chest as you wrapped your legs around his hips. He kissed you, not caring anymore who saw, or what they thought. Your tears mixed together on his face, hot and wet, and for a moment you  just existed together once more.

“I love you too.” He managed, pressing his lips to whatever skin of yours he could reach while your laughter bubbled out.

“Happy birthday Misha.” Vicki’s hand rubbed circles on his back as she kissed his cheek, and he turned to give her a kiss as well.

“And here I thought you couldn’t out-do last years gift.” Laughter floated through your little group as the crowd behind them cheered, bringing Misha back to down to earth.

He sat you down on the ground, grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers with yours before pulling you up on stage. Jensen followed, a bright grin on his face as Misha sat back down his his chair, pulling you into his lap.

“I’m sorry guys, but I don’t think we’re going to be able to finish this panel without a special guest appearance.”

No one protested.

“Why did you hide?” Misha asked, his thumb caressing your cheekbone as his hand cupped your face. You ran your hands through the hair on his chest, pressing kisses on his hot skin while you tried to work out what you wanted to say.

“I was scared. When this started you told me that you couldn’t love me. Not after what had happened before. I was okay with that for awhile, but somewhere along the line just having you wasn’t enough. I wanted you and Vicki, and the kids. I wanted to be a part of your family.” A tear slipped down your cheek and Misha kissed it away, pulling you closer and nuzzling against your neck. “I didn’t have control of myself and my feelings like I thought I did, and that scared me. You were in control, so I did the only thing I could think to do. I ran.” You could feel Misha’s tears against your neck, and you carded your hand through his hair comfortingly. “I didn’t want to force you to make a decision that you didn’t want to make. Or maybe I was scared of you not making the decision I wanted.”

“I’m sorry.” It was a whisper against your skin, and for a moment you wondered if you heard it or felt it. “I’m sorry for so much Y/N. I’m sorry for-”

You pressed your lips against his, cutting off his apology.

“If I let you continue we are going to be in this bed for another fifteen years.” A sad chuckle escaped his lips before he kissed you again, long and slow.

“Probably.”

Words stopped, and hands spoke. Touches mended cracked souls, lips pressed broken pieces back into place. You relearned each others bodies in the dark, not resting until long after the sunrise burned through the thin hotel curtains.

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[angelkurenai]

Imagine Jared and Misha accidentally revealing you and Jensen are together during a game in an interview.

“I wanted us to play a game, do you think you're up for that?” the interviewer asked with a smile and you nodded your head along with Misha and Jared as Jensen clapped his hands.

“Let's do it!” he said excited.

“Does it involve embarrassing Misha at all?” Jared didn't wait a second to ask and although the interviewer laughed, he shook his head.

“I'm afraid not, I'm sorry. Although, to be honest you could always make a situation out of anything so I guess I could say maybe?” he shrugged and your eyes widened overdramatically.

“Chuck help us! Just a heads up, if the game could go that far you probably would consider the chance of getting fired. I'm warning you!” you pointed out and he made a face.

“Oh dear, can I take it back now?!”

“Absolutely not! Come on, let us embarrass Misha!” Jensen grinned like a child on Christmas and although Misha looked terrified beyond belief you couldn't stop your giggles because you knew it was all for the show.

“Poor thing, just when you thought you were off the hook thanks to Alex- nope! You ain't getting rid of these two!” you patted Jared and Jensen on the back as they grinned mischievously.

“Unfortunately, I'm cursed for life I know that.” Misha shook his head, looking down almost in shame but ended up laughing in the end.

“Alright, so the game?” you asked, getting the boys back in track as always.

“Oh yes, well see it's a game to test how well you know your costars. I have a couple photos here, that show only the biceps of each person and you will have to guess who said person is. How does it sound?”

“Sounds easy and fun!”

“Sounds good, let's do it!”

“Sounds like something they could really turn into a nightmare!” you said with a laugh after Jared and Jensen and they snickered.

“She- she knows us well! You really should have reconsidered it buddy!” Jensen pointed to you with a grin and you nodded your head.

“Alright, let's go with the first one.” he brought a card up front with a cropped picture on it. You frowned, leaning forward as you tried to figure out who the person could be.

“That's pretty easy. Jared.” Jensen said with a shrug and Jared nodded his head.

“Yeah that's me.” said Jared and Misha spoke up after him.

“True, Jared.”

“I'll go with Jared too, yeah. Cause it's more tanned and you know firm and well-shpaed.” you said, leaning back in your chair.

“You're right! It is Jared, yes!” he nodded his head, before changing the card “Alright, next one.”

“Oh that's easy! It's JDM!” you said with a grin and as the boys squinted they gave small nods.

“Yeah, yeah it is Jeffrey!” Jensen said and Misha agreed.

“I don't know, what if it's Jensen?” Jared shrugged.

“It is actually Jeffrey Dean Morgan guys! Alright next!” the interviewer said, moving to another card with photo.

“Oh oh that's easy!” Jared laughed “Misha! All the way Misha!” he pointed at the photo.

“Agreed! It was all muscle here, muscle there and then boom! Misha!” Jensen threw his arms in the air and you giggled, Misha couldn't help but laugh as well.

“That is not nice!” he looked at the two other men with a look that should look offended but he couldn't help his laughter and smile.

“I mean come on!” Jensen grinned as he teased him “It's so obvious, you can't ignore it!” he snickered.

“Well, although I agree you gotta accept women do find that attractive Jens!” you defended your friend who nodded his head with a grin.

“Yes, Jens, women do find it attractive!” he said with a teasing smile, knowing at least more than the interviewer or the fans did “She said it!”

You giggled when Jensen's head snapped in your direction and he raised an eyebrow at you “Really? Do you, maybe?” for a moment he looked so serious and probably jealous that it made your heart skip a beat.

“That is for me to know and you to wonder.” you shrugged “Alright-” you turned to the interviewer “We agreed that's Misha's amazing arms, isn't it?” you sneaked a glance at Jensen when you said the word and laughed at his expression.

“That is Misha yes!” he nodded his head “Alright, next one!” he changed the cards and you raised an eyebrow.

“I think I have an idea but I'm not sure.” you mumbled.

“I'd say it looks like Alex but I don't know.” Jared shrugged and Jensen nodded his head.

“I'll say Alex, too. Yeah.” Misha took a sip of his coffee, nodding his head.

“Alex? Is that the answer for all of you?” the interviewer asked and you all nodded “And you are right! It is Alexander Calvert! Ok, next one!”

“More muscle, ok.” Misha chuckled “Uh I don't know about this one, is it only Supernatural actors nowadays or it could be from the past too?”

“Don't know, anything.” the interviewer shrugged.

“Oh uh Pellegrino maybe? Although its a little too puffy, but I don't know.” Misha shrugged.

“I'll probably go with Matt Cohen but I don't know his muscles are more defined, I just don't have a better option.” Jared mumbled with a frown.

“(Y/n)?” the interviewer asked.

“That's so easy. Jensen, 100% Jensen.” you said matter-of-factly, taking a sip of your own coffee.

“Jensen?”

“Yeah, yeah I'll agree with (Y/n). That's me, although it's not very easy to tell. But she's always right.”

“And she is this time too! Yes, it is Jensen. (Y/n) was the only one to find it correctly!”

“Really? That J? Wow, I would have never thought.” Jared blinked “How did you guess it so easily?”

“I didn't guess.” you shrugged “I just know better than anyone what's underneath all those layers of plaid better than anyone, that's all.” you said so simply but once you realized what had left your lips and heard the boys laughing you felt your cheeks heat up.

“That sounded so dirty!” Jared pointed out in between his laughter and you looked at Jensen who had a knowing grin on his face, laughing at your flustered state.

“Maybe cause it was meant to be dirty.” you retorted with a grin of your own and they laughed more.

“How come you know better than anyone what's underneath all those clothes (Y/n/n)?” Misha asked with a smirk, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Oh stop it, it's all because of the scenes we have together that's all.” you tried to brush them off.

Jensen nodded his head “Yeah, she's right! That's our job guys, we just want to be the best at it that's all.” he defended you.

.

..

...

“Is he now talking about their private rehearsals in her trailer or what?” Misha pointed out and you almost choked on your coffee.

“No, no I think he means the more private ones in their shared home.” Jared shook his head and your eyes went wide.

“Trust them he said. They know to keep a secret he said!” you shook your head, giving a bitch-face to Jensen who merely shrugged with a funny face.

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[theyarebothgunshot]

jib 6 breakdown and analysis

standard disclaimer: i am not gonna be linking to every single thing i talk about, but i will try my best to link to the moments that stand out to me the most. i have read long posts about this panel before, so not everything in this post is gonna be original or said for the first time ever, simply because there is a good chance that information has stuck in my mind and has subconsciously formed my view of this panel. this is also in no way, shape or form gonna be coherent, unfortunately. i’m just gonna hope that the cockles hivemind will be able to make sense of this regardless. love and light. and lastly, this is all in good fun, so don’t come at me if you think this is too out there please and thank you.

if i would have to give this panel a signifier, i would say this is the panel of the inside jokes. it’s the panel that shows us how well they know each other, to the point that they finish each other’s sentences and start telling the same punchline to a joke at the same time. 

but besides all of that, it was also the panel of the shoulder touches, husband behavior, and rescuer misha. let’s dive into it.

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i adore the fact that they are laughing and joking with each other from the first second they get on stage. the way that they tell that story about how they planned to have misha nap and have jensen drink whisky and humm, really reminds me of something that i mentioned a lot during my jib 7 analysis: they are very much in sync.

jensen slinging his arm around misha of course had to be compensated with a manly face and manly grip. the rituals… i know they are intricate.

it’s kind of cute how misha tried to both encourage jensen to try that step, and wanted to make sure he wouldn’t hurt himself lmao. dare i say husband behavior? (i do dare and i will do it again, bam bam!) 

something about the way they talk about j*red just makes me feel like they are such a team, if that makes sense? like, they both think the same things about j*red’s antics and talk in such a united way about it (“and jensen and i were like…” “i don’t even care. he [points at misha] doesn’t care.”) that it just sounds kind of coupley to me. *whispers* husband behavior.

i love that jensen’s first instinct after talking about missing j*red was to go over to misha, put his hand on his shoulder, and talk about his fucking flirting way of pranking misha versus j*red’s painful pranking of misha. “with you it’s like my friend and protector is....” i truly wish the audience wasn’t as loud as they were in that moment because i would love to fully hear that sentence. 

the look on jensen’s face when misha says “save it for when we take off our pants” is just priceless. ‘oh god here we go again, when will he ever learn’ but the funny thing is, he will make the same face later on in the panel, after talking about riding a dragon. that’s the face he makes when one of them goes slightly too far. just thought that was interesting.

what stands out to me the most is his reaction when misha turns around just as he is ‘fake unbuttoning’ his pants like: ‘i’m just kidding i’m innocent’ literally no reason to respond like that if misha is just his buddy.

misha’s “what are you doing?” as jensen is tying his flannel around his waist also stands out to me. he clearly does not like the look and can’t keep his mouth shut (“that was bothering me too”). why would you find the need to comment on your buddy’s fashion choice. (....husband behavior.)

just wanna take a moment to say that it’s very fucking funny that jensen said “don’t take selfies” when you know that just a few years later he would take the chest to chest selfie with misha. oh, jensen. 

we have all heard the “jensen pranks misha on set by flirting with him” story countless of times, but it’s still funny to me how flustered misha seems to get by the fact that jensen can get to him that easily. and jensen’s laugh here is so cute, he fully knows what he is doing. 

misha jokes that he spends more time sunning on rocks now as a merman than he used to, and jensen immediately starts to walk to the apple juice, something i have noticed that he does whenever he wants to avoid something (be it a question or a situation that’s happening on stage). it almost feels like he is stopping himself from making a comment or something. it’s interesting, because he just turns right back around and starts telling the grasshopper joke without getting anything to drink.

which leads to one of my favorite moments between them: misha, beaming, says that he has heard it before but he wants to hear it again, and mouths the words to the punchline along with jensen. he looks at the audience as if to say ‘good one, right?’ and when jensen goes “is this thing on?” misha immediately tries to distract him from his failed joke by using an inside joke (the first inside joke of the panel) with him. aka good husband behavior.

something tells me that “i’ll see you again, grasshopper” is another inside joke, so we’re counting it: number two. 

jensen. jensen pspsps come here. can you please explain to me why you are so horny for misha’s indianrussian accent? i cannot believe him (i can), trying to get him to use the accent to ‘help the girl in the audience’. 

so uhm. i think i just heard something while i was rewatching this panel that i never caught before. when misha reads what is on the box that was put on stage, he says: ‘please take this box and open later in private - daniella.’ and jensen goes: ‘yeah that’s from me’ with a flirty Look on his face like. hello??? why have i never seen anybody talk about this??? i’m??? internally screaming??? rest assured i had to take 5 when i saw this shit. 

can we take a second to appreciate the fact that jensen gave misha a once over when misha says the glitter is everywhere, and then jensen said “fairy herpes”. why did your mind go to a sexual reference jensen? why? (we know why).

“i hate when you get that look in your eyes. don’t! i’m sorry!” is one of the most coupley things to say, ever. just wanted to point that out. 

i love the playful vibe they have during this portion of the panel: jensen asking misha what he will do for the audience (thinly veiled excuse for wanting misha to do something that jensen will also enjoy), throwing the rings at misha, both of them “panicking” and lapping up the spilled apple juice.

look, i couldn’t not include the shirt lift. i had to. especially because of the way he looks at misha afterwards lmao and misha, darling misha, tries to defuse the situation by making a joke and it works because of course jensen does his signature unicorn laugh. sidenote: how cute is jackles when he grabs the guitar, begging people to erase the picture jsfhs. gotta love that man.

“you done messed up” inside joke number 3.

you know what is funny to me? the fact that jensen and misha often pretend not to know certain things about each other when they are on stage together. one example of this is during the underbear debacle, when jensen asks misha to proof he wears orange underwear and pretends he is shocked, even though the whole world knows that misha wears orange underwear. 

in this panel, it happens twice. the first time is here, when misha asks jensen ‘do you actually not smell?’ as if he isn’t one of the people in this world who would know that best. and then he, of course, immediately takes this opportunity to sniff jensen’s armpit. i mean. okay. which is extra funny because jackles doesn’t play along with the whole ‘i have no clue’ bit and just goes “yeah you’re not a stinker” without checking because, clearly, he already knows. 

i love jensen’s little smirk when he hears misha’s dragon would be pink + misha’s reaction to it.

before i read this post i always thought jensen meant that his own dragon would be salmon colored. but now i think that it’s not far fetched to believe jensen was actually thinking about the fact that he has stated he was wearing a salmon shirt. which means that, in this moment right here, he was implying that instead of pink, misha’s dragon (aka jensen) would be salmon. which makes his reaction (looking down, laughing but shaking his head as if he can’t believe himself) very understandable. remember what i said about that being the face he makes when one of them takes it too far? yeah.

but then, something happens that is quite remarkable to me. instead of backing down from what he said, he fully commits to it. he turns to misha, and goes “if i could ride a dragon”. listen to the way he puts extra weight behind “ride” and “dragon”. 

then he asks if he understands the question correctly and repeats “what would it look like?”, the girl in the audience says “yes, but also any special abilities…” but jensen just ignores that because obviously, in his head the dragon is misha and he is not gonna shake that thought process any time soon. so naturally, he goes “i think my dragon that i would want to…” but stops JUST before saying “ride”, the guy KNEW what he was sounding like. lmao jensen i gotta give it to you buddy, good effort. you did well. you came far. you even said “look, i’m just gonna go for it here” even though misha’s face speaks volumes. i love you for that. because everything that came out of your mouth right then sounded very not straight.

in fact, it’s only because of misha’s interference (a reoccurring thing during these panels) that he stops himself completely and goes to talk with misha. i really wonder what would have happened if misha didn’t stop him. i also REALLY wonder what misha and jensen discussed when they turned their backs to the audience. sigh. 

now we get to the juicy stuff. jensen’s little slip up here is really really strange, when you think about it. he says “i have kids” before quickly covering that up with “i have a kid now.” i’m not saying the ackles and the collins are one big happy family or anything like that, but i do think that they are close enough for him to slip up like this. maybe the kids hang out together a lot. maybe they have given each other enough support during those early days of raising kids that it sometimes feels like he had multiple kids at that point in time. idk. but in any case, i don’t think that’s a slip up you’d make unless there was some sort of truth in it. he also kind of stumbles over his words right after that. [before anybody runs to my inbox to tell me that j/2 tinhatters think this is about him and j*red raising their kids together: trust me, i know, but we’re not talking about that.]

misha’s cheeky “i thought you were talking about danneel” followed by the both of them simultaneously saying that jensen does not tell her what to do, made me grin like a fool. that is all. 

the way jensen says “misha, apparently you were looking pale and you need some sugar. there you go.” is so SOFT AND CUTE idek how to explain what i am feeling but it’s just. a lot. oh wait a minute, i do know what to call it: HUSBAND behavior.

“by the way we’re gonna pay so dearly when we get home” “yeah we are” lmao the jdmv vibes are strong in this one. 

look. i know it’s possible that misha woke up alone after that dream, thought to himself ‘i miss her’, went for breakfast, saw jensen, and told this story to him verbatim. but misha is literally telling the story from the pov of waking up from a dream and saying that out loud. it would make sense that he would explain that dream to the person who he woke up with, and that he would follow the dream explanation up with “i miss her”. plus jensen is REPEATING IT as if he was right there when misha said that. add to that the way jackles stumbles over his words here and gets flustered and sits down? and misha’s face? yeah. you done messed up jackles, part 2. 

jensen doesn’t know what to do with himself. just look at his face right after he sits down. and misha, once again, comes to the rescue, trying to continue the conversation about poop in order to distract both jensen and the audience. bless his soul. 

it leads to the second instance of misha pretending that he doesn’t know something about jensen, namely that jensen can’t stand poop even from his own daughter. misha goes: “no? not for you?” as if he didn’t already know that. 

round of applause for the jib team, for putting on ‘this thing called love’ to get jensen and misha to dance……. just saying.

jensen’s little nod to misha right here? husband telepathic communication at its finest. even their silly dad dances are in sync. 

jackles you are NOT being slick we can SEE you tossing the mic to your other hand so you can pull misha in by the waist (or honestly maybe his hand landed lower idk idk it’s possible).

it really is something special, though, what happened right here: jensen, macho masculine grumpy performative jensen, is smiling and laughing and enjoying dancing on stage, doing some ballet moves, all because of misha (and by some extent felicia). not just with felicia or by himself, but with rob, osric, etc. honestly it’s heartwarming to watch. it makes me smile so much. 

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and that was jib 6. thanks for reading everybody <3 

#cockles #jib 6 #i used a different method to add the timestamps and i really hope it works this time #as always please feel free to share your thoughts ! <3

[holylulusworld]

The art of hate

Summary: Meeting Jensen again makes your heart flutter, but he only offers rejection…

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, Jared x Reader (platonic), Misha Collins

Warnings: angst, love-hate relationship, Jensen being a douche, dirty talk, smut, unprotected sex, possessive Jensen, ‘marking’, language

Kinktober Special: Marking (= to cum deep inside of someone male or female : to leave your mark. They now smell like your musk.)

Kinktober Specials

Your heart beats faster, your hands are sweaty as you walk onto the set to meet your new colleagues.

You met Jensen and Jared last year during Comic-Con. At that time, you still had a leading role in ‘Arrow’ but you got killed off for a new addition. When you got the offer to work for Supernatural you squealed at first. Then you smiled the whole day and in the end, you got drunk to celebrate your new role.

Here you are now – ready to rock the show and even more important, to meet Jensen again.

“Hey, Y/N. Great you are with us now.” Jared chuckles picking you up without any effort to give you one of his ‘bear’ hugs.

“Jared, I can’t breathe…” You mutter. “Jesus, I need air, Sasquatch.”

“Sorry. I’m glad you took the role.”

Jared’s smile is honest, warm as he hands you a welcome gift – your trailer keys. “Thanks. I’m glad I got the role. I was worried after getting killed off at ‘Arrow’.”

Jared rolls his shoulders, smirking. “Their loss, our win. We will beat them for sure.”

“We need to prepare for the next scene,” Jensen mutters walking toward you and Jared. He’s pissed to see you again and wants nothing more than getting rid of you. His bad you got a contract for two seasons.

“Jensen, nice to meet you again.” You swoon holding out your hand. He smirks, looking at your hand before walking away.

“What was that?” Jared gasps seeing your hurt expression. “I don’t know. I thought we had a good time during Comic-Con. Got no clue why Jensen is pissed at me.”

“I’ll talk to him later. This is not the way to welcome a new cast member.” Jared is running after his friend to find out why he reacted that way.

—-

Days passed and Jensen prefers keeping his distance, making sure you feel his rejection. You still got no clue why he is acting like you are his archenemy but by now you are too angry to talk to him like a decent human.

Jensen is glancing into your direction, whispering something into one of the guest stars’ ears, causing her to look at you, laughing.

Your hands balled into fists you glare at him before stomping away, ignoring Jared calling after you.

“You shouldn’t get involved with her…” Jensen mutters while Jared still calls your name. “What is your fucking problem, Jay? That’s not the way you act around other colleagues. Y/N doesn’t deserve this treatment. You better get your shit together or you are into big trouble.”

“Why?” Jensen shrugs. “As I’m going to mop the floor with you, Jensen.” Towering intimidating over his friend Jared clenches his jaw. “Y/N is nice, attentively and professional. You should at least try the same.”

—-

“Cut! Perfect, Y/N. Jensen, stop glaring at Y/N. This is not in the script.” Bob mutters as you walk off the set to reach your trailer.

“Did you fuck him too?” Jensen mutters following you hot on your heels. “What?” Confused you look at Jensen who is glaring at you.

“Bob, did you fuck him too like Jared during the Comic-Con.” Jensen’s voice is cold, full of venom.

Shocked you cover your mouth with your hand, shaking your head. “I did not fuck anyone during the Con. Why are you saying something like that?” You talk back before your hand collides with Jensen’s cheek.

“I saw him coming out of your room!” Jensen mutters as you want to slap him once again. “Yeah. He wanted an autograph for Cliff, you idiot! I had the cards in my room and handed Jared one. I got no clue why you assumed I had sex with Jared, but he’s married and I’m not a homewrecker.”

“Liar.” Jensen is getting closer, towering over you. His green eyes fixated on your lips he scoffs as you push against his chest.

“I’m not! Why were you close to my room back then?” You ask and he looks away, flustered. “Holy…you asshole wanted to fuck me?”

“I earned it, Jared had no right to harvest my fruit…” Jensen curses grabbing your wrist harshly to drag you toward his trailer.

“Jared didn’t harvest anything, sick bastard. How did you earn me?” Gasping you fight his strength but he’s already pushing you into his trailer, locking it.

“I was charming, made you lean into my touch. You laughed at my jokes and your nipples got stiff when I brushed your hair aside. I wanted you but you spread your legs for my best friend.” Jensen’s anger is rising as you slap his cheek once again.

“I did not! I wasn’t into Jared back then. Now I know I might choose the wrong Winchester brother.” You curse.

“You wanted me?”

“Yeah. But you are an asshole so get out of my way.”

Jensen’s chest presses against yours as he pushes you against the wall. Hands get pinned above your head; lips claimed by his while his free hand fumbles your pants open.

“This is my fruit to harvest. Going to have you now and every night from now on. I will fuck you good and hard. If you are my good girl, you’ll get a reward.” Jensen is nipping along your jawline, enjoying your struggle.

“You won’t get any, pervert. You treated me like an enemy over the last days…” Your lips pressed into a thin line you try to ignore the arousal pooling between your legs, but Jensen won’t let you.

One hand slips into your panties. A dirty grin plastered all over his face Jensen leans closer, fanning his hot breath over your face. “I think you enjoy being mine. Say it.” His lips dangerously close to your pulse point he hums when a moan escapes your lips, caused by his fingers working your clit.

“Fuck you!” It’s a weak attempt to ignore his influence on your body. Jensen doesn’t mind, simply retreating his fingers to push you onto the bed. You want to scramble away but two strong hands grab your pants, shoving them down your legs, along with your soaked panties.

You still try to fight Jensen and it makes him want you even more. There’s a dangerous smirk on his face when his hand lands on your ass.

Squealing you look at him, pouting, but he takes the opportunity to cover your body with his.

“Get off me.” Feeling his erection pressing into your ass you gasp, before your body moves on its own, grinding against Jensen. “You’re mine. Jared can’t touch you. No one can…” His lips nip at your shoulder, leaving marks on your skin.

“Jay…”

“Be a good girl and strip your shirt and bra off. I want you bare underneath me. Begging me for more when you cum on my cock. I’m going to make you mine.”

—-

Your shirt and bra hit the floor while Jensen is busy dropping his boxers onto the pile of clothing. In a blink he is on the bed, pouncing on you, pressing his body against yours. Your legs fall open, allowing Jensen to slide into you with one hard thrust.

Gasps escape your lips when you grab his hair to bring him down for a sloppy kiss.

“Look at you. This is where you belong all your life. Underneath me, coming hard…screaming my name.” Jensen growls against your lips now barely able to hold back the need to make you his, to leave a ‘claim’ on you.

When he starts to move it’s hard, rough and fast. There’s no time for tenderness, he can make love to you later. Now he needs to make sure you know whom you belong to. His hips crash into yours with so much force you are sure he will leave bruises.

Jensen is growling, nipping at your nipples. His movement never falters as you try to meet his thrusts. The way he slides into you, hitting the right spot with every powerful stroke makes your body sing for Jensen. Your eyes want to flutter shut but you want to see Jensen’s contorted face as he pounds into you with abandon.

“Hold tight onto me, we are not done.” Jensen pants, grabbing your legs to move them around his waist. You cry out, digging your nails into his shoulder as he changes angles, now alternatively grinding and thrusting.

“Jay…”

“That’s it. Come all over my cock, come and I’ll fill you up, mark you. I want everyone to know it’s my cum inside of you.” Jensen bites down your shoulder causing your vision to blank out. Spasms rock your body as you fall over the edge, moaning his name.

“I…”

“Yeah…all I ever wanted.”

Jensen thrusts three, four more times burying his cock as deep as possible into you before he stills, emptying himself into you.

“I need a shower for sure…” You fall back onto the pillow. Skin sweat slicked, cum dripping out of you but Jensen only smirks, shaking his head.

“No way. You will shove your panties over your sweet pussy and have my cum inside of you till we are done with filming.” His lips nibble at your pulse point as he ruts against you, making sure every droplet filled your womb. “I want them to smell me on you. I claimed you as mine…”

“Are you a dog now marking your territory?” You chuckle but the look Jensen gives you makes your breath hitch in your throat. He’s fucking serious.

“You’re mine…”

“I can’t run around with your cum dripping out of me, Jensen…”

“You can and you will. Tonight I’ll mark you again, maybe I even knock you up, breed you. I can imagine you round with my baby. Hmmm…”

“UH—slow down, Cowboy.”

“Nope. I decided you are mine. I’ll make sure Jared keeps his greedy hands off you.” Jensen mutters against your skin. “Say it…”

“Fine, I’m yours, Ackles but I will not let you knock me up.”

Jensen smirks again, pulling out to lie down next to you. Eyes fixated on the ceiling he tries to catch his breath. “I want you to be my girl…”

“If you can make me cum like this all the time, I’m all yours, but we will have a shower…”

“Nooo…”

“Ackles, stop playing the Alpha…”

“Fine, shower…but we will do it in there again…” Jensen mutters giving you a dirty grin as you glance at his hardening cock.

“Damn…” Your lower lip trapped between your teeth you nod.

—-

“What the…?” Jared gasps hearing you cry out Jensen’s name followed by your lover’s grunts.

“Is Y/N alright? Does she need help?” Misha asks.

“I think she has all the help she needs…” Jared shudders turning to leave.

“What?” Misha glances at Jensen’s trailer mouth agape as he hears you and Jensen going at it. “I thought they hate each other…”

“I think they were acting. The art of hate…you know…” Jared walks away when your screams grow louder.

“Dammit, Ackles…I’m yours…”

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[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

What Friends Are For

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: J2 being helpful ;)

Word Count: 559

A/N: Eight day of my Christmas countdown and the prompt was Mistletoe.

Thanks to @mysupernaturalfics for betaing these .

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

12 Days of Christmas MASTERLIST

“What the hell?” You grumbled wrapping your thick winter jacket closer around your body. It was snowing and freezing in Vancouver, which your normally loved but you had been outside all day, not exactly dressed in warm enough clothes. Grabbing your winter jacket between sets had done little to keep you warm and you had been looking forward to get back to the comfortable heat of your trailer all day. The only problem was the door was now stuck and Jared and Jensen were nowhere to be found. Luckily for them.

There was no doubt in your mind that those two knuckleheads was behind whatever was wrong with your trailer. You were simple just too cold to wander off in search for them, so instead you ran across the small trailerpark to knock on Misha’s door.

You were so cold and furious that you didn’t even notice the surprised and flustered expression on Misha’s face when he opened the door. Much less did you even notice that he tried to stop you from from entering his trailer as you pushed passed him, grumbling about Jared and Jensen messing with your trailer and throwing your warm jacket over the back of Misha’s couch before turning to face him. Only now did you notice his red cheeks and deer in the headlights look.

“What’s wrong with you?” you wondered out loud, before following Misha’s involuntary eye movement towards the roof. It was covered in mistletoes and your mouth fell a gab as you stared back into the deep ocean blue eyes now watching you.

“Screw it,” he mumbled and before you had time to question the setup or what he meant his arms were wrapped around you and his lips pressed softly against yours. The kiss was sweet and all lips, before he pulled back way too soon.

Your breathing was quicker than normal when you looked up into his eye. He was carefully watching you, but he hadn’t let go. Thank God for that cause you weren’t sure how well your knees would hold you up right now.

“Mish… You… How long?” you stammered, hoping he would understand and Misha smiled softly, tugging your hair behind your air as he kept the other wrapped around you.

“Since I first saw you,” he answered honestly, causing your heart to race. You had been in love with him for month but not years. He had always been special to you but he had been a friend at first. Lately that had changed but you had convinced yourself it was one sided.

“I… “ you mumbled before, letting out a soft giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, “assbutt.”

“That’s my line,” Misha grinned, causing you to laugh.

���Well if the shoe fits,” You teased, before nodding towards the ceiling, “Jared and Jensen?”

“Who else?” Misha rolled his eyes, but clearly he wasn’t as mad at them as he pretended to be as you stood on your toes and kissed him again.

“I don’t know if I should kiss them or kick them,” you mumbled against his lips, before squealing when Misha suddenly swept your off your feet with a groan and a cheeky grin on his face as he carried you towards his bed.

“Kick them. Your kisses are mine now,” he winked, making you blush and hide your face against his shoulder.

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[angelmariawinchester]

Jensen Ackles Imagines

Being in love with Jensen.

Jensen follows you on twitter.

Jensen getting flustered.

You are Jensen’s girlfriend and record a song with him at Jason Manns’ studio.

Imagine the SPN cast finding out that you, the newest member to the show, have extreme depression and comforting you.

You are friends with J2M2.

J2M2 comfort you during a panic attack.

J2M do silly things to calm you down.

You are a famous model and actress and fall in love with Jensen when you join the show.

You are a famous model and actress and you and Jensen fall in love but don’t tell anybody because you are a lot younger than him.

Jensen and Rider!Reader fall in love.

J2M2, Rob and Richard comforting you when you find out your boyfriend is cheating on you.

Imagine talking through camera with Jensen and your friend embarrassing you in front of him.

Imagine Jensen blurting out your name when asked who his celebrity crush is.

Jensen being jealous or your relationship with Brendon Urie, even though you claim it’s nothing romantic. (Part 1)

Jensen being jealous or your relationship with Brendon Urie, even though you claim it’s nothing romantic. (Part 2)

Jensen being jealous or your relationship with Brendon Urie, even though you claim it’s nothing romantic.(Part 3)

Jensen being jealous or your relationship with Brendon Urie, even though you claim it’s nothing romantic.(Part 4)

Jensen being jealous or your relationship with Brendon Urie, even though you claim it’s nothing romantic.(Part 5)

Jensen being jealous or your relationship with Brendon Urie, even though you claim it’s nothing romantic.(Part 6)

Jensen being jealous or your relationship with Brendon Urie, even though you claim it’s nothing romantic.(Brendon’s ending)

Jensen being jealous or your relationship with Brendon Urie, even though you claim it’s nothing romantic.(Jensen’s ending)

You are best friends with Robert Downey Jr and Jensen Ackles.

Imagine being best friends with Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Robert Downey Jr and Chris Evans. And them more often than not flirting with you.

Imagine being best friends with Jensen Ackles and Tom Hiddleston.

Imagine being with Jensen in a panel and being asked about any plans on future babies. You find the chance to announce you are pregnant in front of evrybody.

Imagine being a singer and actress and Fall Out Boy is going to be featuring in one of your songs which makes Jensen, your co-star, jealous because he knows of your crush on Patrick Stump.

Imagine being a singer and actress and Fall Out Boy is going to be featuring in one of your songs which makes Jensen, your co-star, jealous because he knows of your crush on Patrick Stump. (Part 2)

Imagine being an actress in Supernatural and goofing around with the boys, causing it to be gag reel.

Imagine Jensen confessing his feelings for you, his costar, during a Con.

Imagine meeting Jensen in a masquerade ball and being chosen, a few days later, to play Dean’s love interest in the show. Seeing him again.

Imagine somebody making a joke about yours and Jensen’s sex life at a Con.

Imagine Jensen having feelings for you, only to find out a Con that you are dating Robert Downey Jr.

Imagine waking up in a completely unfamiliar place, only to find yourself married to Jensen Ackles.

Imagine being an actress on Supernatural and singer. During a Con Jared cannot stop teasing Jensen about his crush on you, none of them knowing you are there.

Imagine being an actress on Supernatural and your character and Dean are close which result in you and Jensen to be. You both slowly start developing feelings for each other. Only problem? He is married.

Imagine the Supernatural cast teasing you about your feelings for Jensen, only for him one day to hear it and tell you he feels the same.

Imagine a fan congratulating Jensen and you for your relationship, years after them shipping the two of you.

Imagine Jensen talking about your breakup and not being able to hide how devastated he is. (Part 1)

Imagine Jensen talking about your breakup and not being able to hide how devastated he is. (Part 2)

Imagine Jensen being nervous during your first date.

Imagine being an actress in Supernatural and dating Jensen. You are an amazing actress but nobody knows you are a great singer as well. So when at a Con Jensen reveals it everybody insists you sing and they love it.

Imagine the look on Jensen’s face when he first sees you in a dress for the first time.

Imagine being chosen to be a model in a Victoria’s Secret model and Jensen being there on your first show.

Imagine letting it slip you have a thing for Captain America and Jensen showing up at a Con you have like this.

Imagine Jensen recording a song about you.

Imagine Jensen always bringing you up on interviews.

Imagine both you and Jensen going to tough mudder and he can’t take his eyess off you the entire time, just like you. Only for smutty times to follow once you get home.

Imagine Jensen being asked a question about you, the newest addtion to the cast, and him not being able to stop bubbling and rambling about you.

Imagine Jensen signing your picture of him and at the same time writing his number on it.

Imagine being an actress and playing Elena in The Vampire Diaries and your husband, Jensen, comes on set during a photoshoot to see you. Only to get jealous over your co-star Ian.

Imagine Jensen messing up his lines on purpose when you two have a kissing scene.

Imagine singing the song you wrote for your boyfriend Jensen, ‘Hands to myself’, on the People’s Choice Awards.

Imagine your reaction when Jensen does this during the two of you’s con.

Imagine Jensen trying to hide how excited and happy he is you were casted in Supernatural but failing at it.

Imagine Jensen wanting to record small videos to send you to see throughout the day while he is away but being interrupted every time.

Imagine taking a picture of Jensen, your husband, and Jared, your brother, when they are training.

Imagine being Jensen’s wife and you get casted in Supernatural, making the fans freak out when they unexpectedly see you in the last episode of season 11.

Imagine not being able to attend a panel because you are pregnant and Jensen, your husband, facetiming you during it.

Imagine Jensen tearing up when he talks about you during a Con.

Imagine Jensen talking about you, his wife, and you getting a role in Supernatural.

Imagine being Jensen’s first love and meeting years later at the set of Supernatural, only to realize none of you got over it. However, things have changed in your lives.

Imagine Jensen live-streaming you from Cons when you cannot attend because you are pregnant with his child.

Imagine being Jensen’s wife and the newest member of the Supernatural cast. You join a Con, for the first time as an actual member, only to make Jensen blush in the end.

Imagine Jensen, your co-star and best friend, being jealous of how close you are with Jared Leto because he has feelings for you.

Imagine Jensen, your co-star and best friend, being jealous of how close you are with Jared Leto because he has feelings for you. (Part 2)

Imagine Jensen making a comment about your sex life during the San Diego Comic Con which you have joined as new member of the cast.

Imagine everyboy being more excited than ever to see the gag reel of Supernatural’s season 11 because you, Jensen’s wife, got a role and managed to star in many episodes. (Sneak Peek)

Imagine your celebrity crush, Jared Leto, getting a role in Supernatural as your character’s new love interest and Jensen being jealous because of the scenes you two have together.

Imagine being an actress in Supernatural and a singer and making a single in which Jensen, your husband, features in.

Imagine Misha skyping you while on set and Jensen pops up once he realizes he’s talking to you.

Imagine making small videos with your best friend Misha but Jensen gets jealous because he thinks you are really close.

Imagine meeting Jensen while on the set of Devour and you fall in love with him. You don’t say a thing and years later when you get casted to be in Supernatural, you find out he felt the same. However, things have changed.

Imagine Jensen being your husband and your daughter saying she loves Mr. J, and getting excited whenever your best friend Jared comes to visit you. She certainly took after you though, in a way you don’t realize.

Imagine meeting Jensen during a photoshoot and feeling instantly connected to each other. Only for that connection to keep getting stronger as you keep seeing each other… in and out of the set of Supernatural.

Imagine dressing up as Harley Quinn for Halloween and your best friend and co-star Jensen, who also has feelings for you, surprising you by dressing up as Joker.

Imagine dressing up as female Joker for Halloween and Jensen, your boyfriend, dressing up as male Harley Quinn for all your fans.

Imagine stumbling on Jensen on the red carpet of People’s Choice Awards and photos being taken, making the fans ship you after that. Although it is a first meeting you too are attracted to each other.

Imagine Skyping with Jensen and Jared and Misha not leaving you two alone.

Imagine announcing you are in a relationship with your co-star Jared Leto during the People’s Choice Awards, not knowing Jensen is there.

Imagine Jensen kissing you on impulse on New Year’s day.

Imagine being Jared’s sister and Jensen is your husband.

Imagine running into Jensen while rushing to get on stage and him flirting with you.

Imagine getting ready for the Red Carpet and Jensen being turned on by the dress you’re wearing.

Imagine Jensen and you skyping while you are away filming for Infinity War and Robert interrupting you all the time, making him jealous.

Imagine being costars with Jensen Ackles and Chris Evans and great friends and they are both very jealous of each other.

Imagine being in a relationship with Jensen for years and getting married in secret and him revealing it in an interview.

Imagine Jensen confessing he accepted a role in a movie because he knew you, his celebrity crush, were in it.

Imagine working in a movie with Jensen and Robert and the two of them competing all the time for your attention.

Imagine Jensen flirting and giving you his number while you take pictures of him during an event. (Part 1)

Imagine Jensen flirting and giving you his number while you take pictures of him during an event. (Part 2)

Imagine Jared and Misha teasing Jensen because you, his favorite actress and celebrity crush, got a part in Supernatural and he acts like a fanboy.

Imagine being Misha’s sister and getting married to Jensen.

Imagine taking an interview from the cast of Supernatural and Jensen can’t help but get distracted by you because he finds you attractive.

Imagine being in a secret relationship with Jensen Ackles and him flirting with you when he comes to your work.

Imagine skyping with Jensen on your anniversary and him having a unique surprise for you.

Imagine getting married with Jensen in secret and going on your honeymoon.

Imagine being in a secret relationship with Jensen, who is older than you, and your father, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, walking in on the two of you doing it.

Imagine being in a secret relationship with Jensen, who is older than you, and your father, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, walking in on the two of you doing it. (Part 2)

Imagine telling your husband, Jensen, you are pregnant but want to keep it a secret for some time. He gets so happy he goes out drinking to celebrate it but he ends up making a video about it, spilling more things that just your pregnancy.

Imagine Jensen rambling about you on interviews without realizing it, because he has feelings for you.

Imagine the fans celebrating your anniversary with Jensen with tweets and your father, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, doesn’t miss the chance to join in.

Imagine Jensen showing to Misha and the fans what you, his fiance, love most in him.

Imagine while at the Comic Con with your boyfriend Jensen, you run into your ex Tom whose feelings for you have not changed one bit. (Part 1)

Imagine getting a role in a movie with your ex Tom and Jensen, your current boyfriend, getting jealous and worried. (Part 2)

Imagine Jensen, your boyfriend, visiting you on set when you have a intense kissing scene with your ex and costar, Tom. (Part 3)

Imagine being engaged to Jensen and being involved in a scandal when you’re seen out on a “date” with your ex, Tom Hiddleston. (Part 4)

Imagine having a bad fight with your fiance, Jensen, when he thinks you’re cheating on him with your ex, Tom, and running to him for comfort. Only to worry Jensen even more when you don’t answer any calls. (Part 5)

#masterlist #masterlist redo

[wildefiction]

Of Course...Mr. Collins

TWENTY

Shifting beneath the weight of the duvet, you cracked open one eyelid while snuggling into the comfort of your pillow. Sunlight streamed through the shaded windows across the room, shafts of light partially illuminating the bed. Tensing briefly in the unfamiliar surroundings, you took note of the person next to you. Norman was still deeply asleep, both arms thrust under his balled-up pillow. His bare back rose and fell in a steady rhythm, shaggy hair clinging to his forehead and falling across his eyes in a messy heap.

Pulling the sheet around your naked body, you turned in an attempt to quietly move from the bed. Judging by the position of the little sunlight that was visible, it was early. Settling both feet into the plush carpeting, you bent forward to stand up just as a strong arm curled around your waist. 

“Where ya think yer goin’?” Norman effortlessly hauled you back against his body, burying his face in the side of your neck. The warmth of his embrace and his slow, even, sleep-laced breathing had your own drowsiness returning.

“Some of us have to work today, Mr. Reedus.” “Go back to sleep.”

Slipping from his side, you padded across the room and climbed back into your dress from the night before. Looking back over your shoulder at the sleeping man you’d spent the night with, you couldn’t help but smile. The wistful expression on your face was short lived as the reality of what had happened with Norman came rushing back to you. “Don’t go getting all googly-eyed [Y/F/N], it was a one time thing. Time to move on.” 

With a final glance in his direction, you slipped out the door, the soft click of the latch catching as it closed an obvious sort of finality.

Back in your room you turned immediately to the comfort of a hot shower. As you peeled off your clothing, soft clouded bruises met your eyes. Oblong purple-ish green ribbons decorated your hips while a few small maroon bites marked your breasts and collarbone. Running your hands across each of them jolted you with the memories of how they’d occurred, and you were still shocked at the things he’d done and the pleasure you’d experienced. For the first time in your life, you’d been utterly satisfied at the hands of another person, and a shiver raced through your bones at the memory.

After you were clean and dressed; choosing a pair of denim cut-offs and an Alice in Chains shirt - you headed downstairs to the green room. Intent on keeping your head in the game today, a whistle fell from your lips as you threaded your way through the crowds. Pulling the phone from your pocket, you texted Misha good morning with a picture of the beach to check in. 

“Hey Mish, I’m stopping off at the coffee shop across the street. Want anything?”

Today was your last day in Hawaii. You’d miss the beautiful weather and the picturesque beaches. It really had been a once in a lifetime experience. “Hey [Y/F/N]!” Turning, you smiled as Jared approached, one large hand held up in greeting.

“Jared!” With as little as you’d spoken to the man you were surprised at how easily you’d been accepted as part of the family. 

“How did things go with Misha the other night? Did y’all get everything worked out okay?”

Stepping away from the hug he’d wrapped you in, you nodded.

“Yeah, I think so. Just needed to clear up some parts of our relationship.” 

The furrowing of Jared’s thick eyebrows had you laughing as he fell in step beside you. Unsure what all he knew of Misha and Vicki’s relationship agreement, you changed the subject. By the time you walked into the green room Jared had invited you to come to Texas for a visit. “It’ll be great, we’ll do some good southern barbecue, properly welcome you to the family.” He gave a final wave before turning with Jensen to head for their early morning gold panel.

Looking around the room, you were surprised when you didn’t see Misha. Grabbing the phone from your back pocket, you began to worry when there were no messages there either. 

“Hey Rob, have you seen Misha today?” Flopping down on the cream colored overstuffed sofa against the wall, you turned your attention to the man who sat running his fingers across the strings of an acoustic guitar. 

“Can’t say I have, sorry [Y/F/N]. I wouldn’t worry too much though. You know how Misha likes to wander off.” 

An easy smile lit his face. Closing his eyes, his body swayed and he began to sing. You’d enjoyed Rob’s voice since first hearing him sing in Supernatural and since Misha wasn’t answering his messages, you figured there was no better place to wait for your boss than here in the green room. You knew he had group photo ops today, he had to show up eventually.

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Removing the dark sunglasses covering his eyes, Norman scanned the crowd gathered in the small cafe. Leaning towards the hostess who stood wide-eyed at behind her podium just inside the door, he smiled 

“Hey, I’m waitin’ on someone, dunno if they’re here yeh or nah though?” Nodding a little too quickly, the small girl beckoned the taller man to follow her. 

“We were told to expect you Mr. Reedus, your party just arrived a few minutes ago.”

Winding his way through the clusters of square tables, Norman was led to the west side of the restaurant where an outdoor terrace overlooked the ocean. Thanking the woman who still looked flustered as she scurried away, Norman dropped into the wrought iron chair on the left side of the table. 

“Reedus, man, thanks for coming.” Extending a hand, Misha’s face lit up into a genuine smile.

“Sure man, what’s up?” The puzzled look crossing over Norman’s face seemed almost apprehensive.

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Pulling the folded paper schedule from your back pocket, your finger scanned over the color codes. You had to squint to read the small font, so much text was jammed into the schedule that it took a few minutes for you to recognize that the lavender words represented photo ops. It’d been nearly two hours and there gad still been no word from your boss. 

“Here we are…” the J2M photo ops were set to directly follow Jared and Jensen’s duo op. 

The boys had left for those about thirty minutes ago. Glancing up at the small black clock on the wall, you noticed there was about ten minutes until the start of the next session. Gathering your phone and drink, you tucked the schedule away in your pocket. Perusing the catering table for a moment, you decided on a bottle of water and bag of Gardettos. Opening the snack while pulling open the heavy wooden door, you tossed a few rye chips in your mouth as you set off down the hall.

A small outdoor bar spread out around the cluster of elevators that led to the photo op room. You could hear Chris’ music drifting down from the room upstairs and it instantly put a smile on your face. Stopping for a moment at the outdoor establishment, you ordered an iced green tea with honey for Misha. When you got to the top of the stairs, the line for the J2M photos wound around the hallway, everyone chatting animatedly about the poses they’d chosen or the number of pictures they’d purchased.

Slipping in the side door, Cliff smiled and showed you to a group of chairs out of the way of the lights and backdrop. The last few J2 ops were lined up, the boys laughing and smiling in each of the pictures. A few minutes later, while Chris reset the lighting, Jared and Jensen wandered over to chat for a minute.

As the con-goers began to filter into the room and line up for their photo ops, even Jensen began to look worried. “Where the Hell are you Misha?” 

“I’m sure he’s on his way, he’s still got…ha..about a minute..” Glancing up from his watch, Jared’s face wore a look of incredulity. Just as Chris was starting his music again, the door opened and Misha came flying in. His hair a disheveled mess, several muffled screams from the other side of the room let him know the little detail hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Heading straight for the director’s chair you sat in, Misha smiled, brushing his lips across your temple in greeting. Holding the cold beverage out in his direction, he nodded his thanks and took a few long drinks. 

“Alright fuckers, ya ready to get this show started?!”

Beaming, he danced over to his mark in front of the large purple backdrop, the red leather jacket he wore over the simple black t-shirt stood out against the vivid screen.

Resting your chin in one hand, you were having a great time watching all of the photos being taken. So many amazing signs and poses that you’d have never thought of made the time fly by. A handful of people even begged Chris to be in their photo as well, to which he happily obliged. A couple of times you looked towards the people waiting in line. While most everyone seemed to genuinely be enjoying the wait, a few people met your gaze with steely glares. Frowning only momentarily, you quickly forgot about the mean looks when one group had Jensen acting like he was diving for a fallen pie. Doubling over in laughter, you had to wipe tears set from where they threatened to spill over your eyes.

When your phone vibrated in your pocket, you lifted it to your face, confused by the unfamiliar number. The text message scrolled across your lock screen. Eyebrows disappearing behind the fall of your hair, you jumped from the height of your chair and slipped behind Cliff and out the door into the hallway.

“Hey [Y/F/N], are you busy?” Tilting your head in confusion, you were surprised when the Skype app opened on your screen - the same unfamiliar number flashing as the call sent the melodic sounds of your ringtone dancing through the hallway. Hesitantly you swiped a finger across the screen, accepting the call. Though surprised, you were happy when Vicki’s face filled the screen. Assuming Misha must have given her your phone number, you smiled at the woman before waving.

“Vicki! Hi!” Leaning against the cool plaster of the hallway you slid to the ground, tucking your knees up in front of you.

“Hey [Y/F/N], are you free to talk for a couple of minutes?” 

“Sure, what’s up?” The smile on your face wilted slightly at her soft tone. 

“Haha don’t worry, nothing’s wrong. Mish just asked me to talk to you about your …uh..situation. He seems to think you’re still upset about what happened Friday night and he wants to make sure we’re all on the same page.” 

Nodding at her concern, you shrugged “I figured it was a one time deal. He’d had some drinks an-” 

Suddenly your face paled, did Vicki know what all had happened? If so, was she angry? Were you about to be yelled at by Misha’s wife? Was she going to fire you? Darting your eyes around the screen, you scrutinized her face for any hint of anger or disappointment.

“Relax love, I’m not upset. In fact, the other night was my idea.You’d been prepared for her to be angry with you, you’d hoped for her understanding, but you hadn’t expected her to be okay with it and certainly not to have suggested it. As the confusion spread across your face she laughed. 

“Let me explain. I keep forgetting that you and Misha haven’t had a lot of time to talk.” With a huff, you nodded. 

“Interruptions seem to crop up every time we sit down to talk about anything remotely serious.”

“Well, I’ll just cut to the chase then. Ya know…just in case a mob breaks out or something.” Dipping one eye into a wink, you laughed at Vicki’s chiding.

“So. About a year or two into Misha’s role on Supernatural, he began to be away from home more often than not. The stress of not seeing each other began to wear on us, not to mention the lack of sex. When I set out to write my book, I did a lot of research. Misha supported me the entire time, even if it wasn’t quite his cup of tea.” 

Laughing at the surprised look on your face, Vicki nodded. “It’s true, Misha used to be quite…reserved. Especially when it came to sex.” “Long story short, we were at a friend’s house one night, and we’d all been drinking. One thing led to another, and we all ended up in bed together.” 

Looking to the left and checking over the top of her screen, Vicki leaned in closer to the monitor, “It was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life! Absolutely mind blowing..and hot? Holy damn.”

Leaning back, she huffed, a grin spreading over her face. “Anyway, fast forward a couple more years. Now Misha is going to nearly every convention, and when he’s not traveling the country for those, he’s filming or working with his charity. So. I suggested he find a personal assistant. One who could keep him company during those long stretches of time when he wasn’t home.”

The realization of what she was saying took a few minutes to slide into place. Once it did, you weren’t quite sure how you felt. Sure, Misha’s wife had basically just given you her blessing to sleep with her husband..and yet at the same time your heart sank a bit. Feeling a bit like a means to an end, the look of confliction in your eyes prompted Vicki to continue. 

“Just so you know, because I totally recognize that look in your eyes - in the ten years Misha has been on the show, and of the six assistants he’s had during that time, only two have slept with my husband. You and just one other.” “He always brings the idea to me before he does anything. We talk about it. There are rules and everything.”

Vicki continued to explain the agreement she and her husband had come to. At the end of it all, you took a few minutes to soak in all the information. “And [Y/F/N]?” Lifting your eyes to meet her sparkling chocolate irises, color burned across your cheeks at her next words; “Just wait, when Misha and you come back on Monday, I’ll be sure to welcome you properly.” With a wink, she drug her fingers along the collarbone that peeked up from the garnet camisole she wore.

After you’d ended the call, you rose to your feet. Certainly a bit unsteady. “How…what is happening? This kind of stuff doesn’t happen to people like me.” The thoughts swirling through your mind numbed you as a shiver rolled through your body.

Slinking back into the photo op room, you were surprised that only a few people remained from the line that had wrapped around the room and down the hallway earlier. Had you really been gone awhile or was Chris just that good at his job? Apparently, the answer was both. When the last guests had filed out, Chris sauntered over, resting an elbow on your shoulder. 

“Hey, you must be [Y/F/N], welcome to the clan.” He, like a number of the other men you’d been around lately had an infectious smile and gorgeous blue eyes that were so light, they were nearly white. Looking around at the room, you laughed self-consciously 

“Is it some requirement that everyone who works for or on television has to be gorgeous?” Playing at being bashful, Chris squeezed you into a hug as he pointed to the corner of the room where his second photographer was pointing a camera at you. Laughing just as the shutter released, you stepped away from the man before turning to look for Misha. Unsurprisingly, he was nowhere to be found. 

“Really?!” “He was just here!” With a groan, you said good-bye to Chris and turned in the direction of the stairs. You were quickly realizing that keeping track of your boss was easier said than done.

Busying yourself in your phone as you descended the stairs, you didn’t notice the group of people staring at you and whispering to themselves as you rounded the corner. Disappearing into the sea of people who milled about the vendor area, you decided to head back to your room. It was nearly four o’clock and you were starving. The small cup of coffee that had served as your breakfast clearly hadn’t been enough.

You’d been so busy the entire morning that you’d completely forgotten about the previous night. With a resigned sigh, you flipped through your phone. He hadn’t called. Or sent a text. Nothing. As much as you’d been expecting this very thing to happen, you couldn’t say you weren’t disappointed.

As the elevator slowed to a stop at your floor, the soft ding of the bell cut through your thoughts. Deciding that you’d order some room service at sit outside on the patio to soak in some much needed Vitamin D before you headed back to the characteristically grey Northwest weather, you smiled.

Thirty minutes later, you were enjoying a turkey and bacon wrap, a tropical fruit salad and a large glass of iced tea as you smiled up into the sun. Ten days from now, you’d be packing for California. Luckily you’d be home for Thanksgiving. As much as you enjoyed traveling, it would be nice to be home.

The rest of the afternoon passed with little incident. You spent your time checking emails and making sure all of your reservations for San Francisco were correct. You knew they were. You’d looked at them twice since you had booked the airline tickets and hotel rooms.

When your phone began to ring, you nearly jumped when you saw it was Misha calling. 

“Hey!” 

“[Y/F/N], hey, could you grab something from my room for me?” Nodding absently, you pushed your chair back, rising to step into the cool darkness of your suite.

The quiet padding of your feet over the plush carpet paused as you stepped through the door that connected your room to that of your boss’ 

“What am I looking for Mish?” Your eyes scanned the floor of his room for the bag he’d told you about. Abruptly, strong arms snaked around your waist, pulling you back against a broad chest. Hot breath fanned over your neck as Misha growled against your skin “You found it.”

Twisting in his embrace, you wound your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the dark hair curling over his ear and stepping up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his. The dress shirt he wore was unbuttoned, the golden tone of his chest and stomach a stark divergence from the crisp starch of the white fabric.

“Clever, Mr. Collins.” A low sound of contentment rumbled through his chest when you turned your head to rest against his warm skin. The heavy thud of his heart-beat comforted you. Inhaling deeply, you suddenly understood all of the discussions you'd read where other people had tried to describe the way Misha smelled. No one could agree on the same answer, most could only describe it as being comforting. Perhaps each person who'd been lucky enough to experience being wrapped in his arms had a different version of what comfort meant to them. To you, it meant rainy Sunday mornings in bed, the smell of pancakes, a backyard bar-be-que with friends, easy laughter and clean laundry fresh from the dryer.

Misha’s grip around your waist tightened, and you could feel his body heat radiating through you. Cupping one cheek with his broad hand, he tilted your chin up, meeting your questioning expression with his dark blue eyes. A ring of indigo so deep as to be nearly black framed his spectacular irises, and suddenly, you were gone. Lost in the depths of those perfect sapphires.

Tilting his head to one side, voice lowering several octaves, the gravelly tone of Castiel filtered through his stubbled jaw. 

“[Y/F/N]...are you well?” While you had liked the angel he played on television, Misha as Misha had always held the biggest spot in your heart. “Meeting" Cas first hand, however, you found your throat dry - though that may well have been the only part of yourself that was.

“Cas?” The question was soft. Brows knitting together in his characteristically bemused expression, Misha leaned in and gently touched his lips to yours; hesitant.

A loud knock sounded from across the room, shattering the illusion the two of you had become wrapped in. Insistently demanding, the intrusion came again and you sighed, stepping back from the man in front of you. Turning towards the noise, you didn't notice the knowledge mingling with the smile on his face as he followed you to the door.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

TAGS: @jamielea81 @wings-of-a-raven

#WildeFiction #Misha x Reader #Supernatural Fanfiction #SPN x RPF

[tardisheart134]

a destiel fic wrapped inside of a cockles fic...

Word Count: 3,568

Jensen slid into his usual booth at Honey’s Doughnuts.  He would call it his usual booth but he really only got up here about once a month.  His hectic schedule did not allow much time for coffee house ponderings and when he did have free time he was likely travelling to Austin to be with his family.  But on occasion he would have a free afternoon when he wasn’t filming and wasn’t due to be anywhere else, he would sneak up here.  It was about a 45 minute drive into the less populated side of town.  The drive gave him time to clear his head and sing along to overplayed pop songs he knew too well.   He was pretty sure the owner knew who he was by now but thankfully she never treated him differently.  She never even asked for an autograph.  The Doughnut shop was quiet during the week.  It had it’s morning rushes but most of its business came in on the weekend.  It was close enough to Baden Powell Trail Head that all the bicycle “tourists”, hikers and nature lovers would stop here for various refreshments.  It offered a Vegetarian menu and even had some gluten free options so it had an appeal with the kind of people that hiked trail heads. 

He liked it because you could get a decent cappuccino as well as a Corned beef sandwich and from his favorite booth, he had a view of the cove and and where the park spilled into the square.  He’d brought Danneeel here the last time they came to visit (he’d sworn her to secrecy) and once he’d even seen Misha out here.  Misha was actually one of the health nut, bicycle tourists that maybe once or twice mentioned that he stopped here to rest after his outdoor exertions.  Misha didn’t spot him right away partly because the cafe was packed and partly because Jensen had ducked down behind the tall banisters that divided the booths.  

Seeing Misha affected him.  His heart was pounding in his chest.  Part of him wanted Misha to find him, to spend the rest of the afternoon sipping coffee and green tea with him in his favourite booth, getting lost in conversation.  He let his imagination run wild with the idea. He smiled at the thought of Misha laughing at something he said.  But there was another part of Jensen that wanted Misha to stay on his side of the small cafe.  Because if Misha didn’t see Jensen and they didn’t speak, than it would not shatter Jensen’s fantasy with reality.  The reality that whenever he so much as parted his lips to speak to Misha it was awkward and painful and in the fluster of it all Jensen seemed to always say something to offend Misha or hurt his feelings.  Jensen did not do it on purpose, but when he gets nervous he sticks his foot in his mouth and when he’s embarrassed he gets defensive.  It was a vicious cycle.

Jensen made a terrible habit of falling in love with his co-stars.  It had happened on Days, and with Danneel on Ten Inch Hero.  Even Jared season one, Jensen was a goner from the beginning.  And Jared had been good about it.  The two of them were truly kindred beings and even though their friendship had taken different forms over the years, Jensen was comforted in the fact that it was always going to be there.  Even if the direction may change, he knew their relationship was something that he could always rely on.

Jensen did not know what to do about Misha. The dude was weird.  Jensen had never come on to a guy who had been so receptive. Most guys who give the appearance of being straight - i.e. wife - typically scoff at his public advances and innuendo until Jensen disarms them with his charm.  But not Misha.  Misha was mush in his hand from the beginning.   And at anytime if Misha did have his wits about him, he used them to flirt back with Jensen and he was merciless.  The crew was starting to pick up on it and their chemistry was so palpable that the fans were already frenzied about it.  Jensen wondered how long they were going to flirt and if this would ever turn into anything more.  He shamelessly eavesdropped on Misha and his fellow bicyclist.  That was actually the day that Jensen wrote his first fanfiction.  

Jared and Misha liked to tease Jensen about not being tech savvy and having almost no digital footprint.  And Jensen wasn’t about to tell them any different.  It wasn’t that he did not get on the internet or know how to use it...it’s just that he preferred to remain anonymous.  People already had access to too much of his life.  He wanted to be able to sit quietly at his favorite cafe on a spring afternoon and read slash fictions.  Some of them were so well written and engaging that it was hard for him to differentiate between canon and fanfiction.

That day though, with Misha so close but still not quite his, it pushed Jensen over the edge between avid reader to writer. Once Misha finished and discarded his iced green tea and mounted his bike...Jensen logged into his tumblr account.  He couldn’t risk having it pulled up while Misha could have walked up on him.  

The first thing he wrote was a small coda from Season 4 episode 10.  It was going back a ways and Jensen was pretty unsure of what he was doing.  But there was a moment in Season 4 Jensen recalled how logical it seemed to both “Dean” and Jensen that Dean and Cas should have kissed.  Jensen thought that from Dean’s point of view, he learned how much Castiel was really on his side and just how much Castiel was willing to sacrifice for whatever it was they had.  

Those two winged dicks appeared out of nowhere.  Sam and Dean exchanged a weighted glance as if to ask each other how the hell they found them.  Anna was stashed away in the back bedroom. Dean was trying to reason with Cas. He was already ‘Cas’ to him.  He could feel the angel shuffling through his thoughts, but he didn’t seem to mind.  He used that to reason with him without words.  Come on Cas, you know this is the right thing to do.  Anna does not deserve to die.  You know this is the truth.  The angel’s gaze intensified and then Castiel looked off to the side of Dean’s head.  He was concentrating and staring over Dean’s shoulder.  Dean was about to try to snap him out of it when a sound like an explosion came from the back bedroom and then both Castiel and the other dick (Dean didn’t have time to recall the names of angels except Cas) vanished in front of his eyes.  When he got to the bedroom there was blood everywhere and Anna was collapsed in front of some symbol on the wall.  

“What did you do, Anna?”  Dean and Sam were on either side of her helping her up.

“I don’t know..l just saw it in my head.”  Sam busied himself with bandaging her up, but Dean studied the sigil.  This was Castiel’s doing.  Dean knew it immediately, he could just feel it in his gut. He wasn’t sure how yet but he knew he had Cas to thank for saving their asses once again.  He wasn’t sure why the angel was loyal to him but he wasn’t going to question it.  The Winchester’s needed all the help that they could get.

The next time he saw Cas, they were alone.  “That symbol that Anna used to blast you and junkless out of that cabin the other night...was that you?”

“What do you mean?” Castiel gritted as he cocked his head to the side.

“I think you know damn well what I mean.  Anna’s an angel, she’s in tune with your angel radio whether she wants to be or not right?  So did you tell her what to do, did you put that in her head, cause you were staring off intensely there at the end...like you weren’t just rummaging through my thoughts any more.”

“You can feel me scanning your thoughts?”  Castiel seemed to blush under the shock of it.  (Can angels blush?)

Dean took note of the blush even though his mind should be on other important things like the impending apocalypse and not how flustered this angel looked with crimson cheeks.

Jensen nearly jumped out of his skin when the waitress appeared at his side.  How long had she been there...could she see his computer screen?  He cleared his throat and schooled his face into a tight-lipped but polite expression. The waitress cleared his dirty dishes.  “Can I get you anything else, sir?”  

Jensen nodded at her.  “I shouldn’t have it, but can I get a piece of your chocolate cake and a refill on coffee.”  The waitress smiled at him.

“Coming right up.”  

Chocolate was thing thing you ate when you couldn’t have what you wanted. Jensen wanted Misha.  Jensen chased to too sweet taste of the cake with the scalding, bitter coffee.  Coffee and cake were perfect together.  One day he was going to be done with this life of acting and the public eye.  He was going to eat what he wanted and have a flabby belly and kiss who he wanted to kiss when he wanted to kiss them and the hell with what anyone else thought.  He knew that wasn’t true.  He would always care what other people thought, it was how he was brought up and no matter how far away he moved he couldn’t quite shake Texas.  Sometimes he wished he never had to go back there.  Not that he didn’t love it.  He would always love it.  It was part of him, it was his home and his family but he wished the expectations that were placed on him, that he felt he had to live up to....he wished they would just die.  Sitting here 14 hours away from Dallas, Texas, he almost felt anonymous.  He felt safe.  It was the weirdest thing, wanting to be seen but  not seen.  He couldn’t articulate it.

“You helped us then...admit it…”  Dean’s eyes were sparkling as he implored the angel.

Castiel averted his eyes trying not to admit to anything.  Dean gripped his elbow and turned him back to meet his gaze.

“If you want to help us then why are you fighting with them...why don’t you go rogue?”  Dean stepped closer and Castiel seemed uncomfortable which was ironic, considering his blatant carelessness when it came to personal space..

“Why did you help us, Cas?”  Dean’s ‘voice was softer now as he studied the angel’s every flicker of expression.  

“Because…”  the angel swallowed thickly. “...because I’m on your side, Dean Winchester and I always will be…”  Dean pulled the angel closer still.  The silence was the worst kind of pleasurable agony. Dean was going to kiss him...just as soon as remembered how to breathe and move...just as soon as he found his way out of those deep blue eyes.  He curled his fingers around the back of Castiel’s neck, it was a soft but possessive gesture.  Castiel seemed to question it until Dean pressed a small kiss to the corner of his mouth.  Both their bodies were rigid with exhilaration and terror.  Dean had never been with a supernatural being before...and Cas...well Cas had never in all his millenia alive...he’d never been kissed by anyone.  The held each other for a minute more, Dean’s hand still at the back of Castiel’s neck, playing with his hair and the other hand twisted in his trench coat.  “Thank you, Cas.”  Dean whispered.  His lips were still so close to Cas that they brushed his cheek when he voiced his gratitude.  

“You’re welcome, Dean.” and with that Castiel vanished leaving Dean holding nothing but the air where Cas was standing.  

The cursor blinked as Jensen stared at the screen.  There was something cathartic about writing it out.  Even if it was just make believe he swore he could still taste Misha’s mouth...still feel him under his fingertips.

He snapped back to the present when he unmistakably heard Misha clear his threat.  Jensen blinked up, wide eyed.  “Cas?”  The character name just sort of slipped out by accident.  Misha doubled over in laughter.  His face broke into a broad grin before he scowled and gritted in his deep voice…”hello, Dean”.

Jensen blushed he couldn't believe he'd just called him Cas.  He slapped his laptop lid closed.  Misha quirked an eyebrow before sliding into Jensen’s side of the booth.  

“Porn in a public place...tsk...tsk…you kinky son of a bitch.”  Misha glanced down to asses if Jensen was actually hard, to his disappointment he was not.  “What brings you out to nature?”

Jensen stammered through a lie about their corned beef sandwiches.  “It's okay.  You can just say you’d rather not tell me the truth.”  Misha said with a smug expression.

“That is the truth I don't often have an afternoon alone I like it here it's quiet, I can read no one knows me or at least they pretend they don't. There is no big secret here.”

Misha nodded in understanding.  

“Why did you come back in?” Jensen blurted without really thinking it through.  

“So you knew I was in here before and you ignored me is that it?”

“No it wasn't like that.  You were leaving as I was getting here by the time I recognized you, you were too far away.”

“How did you know I was in here?”

“I recognized your car in the parking lot.”

“Oh.”

Silence passed between them.

“Well, I better get going if I'm going if I'm going to get back towards my apartment by sundown.”  Misha squeezed Jensen's knee before sliding out of the booth.  

“Do you want a ride?”  Jensen offered.  “I'm headed back that way myself.”

“I would love that.  I'm just not feeling the two hour bike ride back.  I'm getting too old.” Jensen tossed Misha the keys.  “Just put your bike in the back, I'll finish up here and meet you outside in a sec.”

As soon as Misha cleared the door Jensen pulled his laptop back open.

“Hey guys, Here’s this little Coda.  This is my first fic so I hope you like it but if you don’t then tough shit.”   

Jensen posted the fanfic to his tumblr. Jensen threw a couple of tens on the table and winked at the shop owner on his way out.

He followed and had several followers but he did not expect his account to blow up the way it did.  He had to turn off his tumblr notifications because for the next 3 or 4 days he got over 600 notes.  

“Hey Ackles, did you get a new girlfriend or something...I haven’t ever seen you on your phone this much.”  Jared asked.  

“No.”  Jensen grinned not even looking up from his phone to deal with Jared’s teasing.  

“New Boyfriend then?”  Jared was always good for taking it just a little further.

“You know you’re the only one for me Jared.”  Jensen said with a sickeningly sweet grin on his face.  Jensen clicked the phone off tucking it into his back pocket.  

“Are we ready to do this scene again or what?”  He gruffed in the general direction of the crew which gave him no answer as they were busy resetting the scene.

One of the hair and makeup technicians, Amanda, stepped forward to run her fingers through Jared’s perfect hair.  It was her job, it wasn’t like she enjoyed it. And she was only grinning at him to be nice...not to flirt.  Jared smiled back as he towered over.  “Have you read any more good slash fics lately?”  He crouched down giving her better access to the crown of his head.  

“Oh yeah tons..you want to hear about the latest one…?”  

“Of course…”  Jared closed his eyes as she powdered his sweaty brow. Jensen had been paying attention since he heard slash fic, but he kept his eyes safely focused on the ground.

“Well, this one is a destiel fic…”

“What’s that?”  Jared wiped some of the excess powder from the corner of his eyes.  

“That’s a dean/cas fic.  It’s a throwback to season 4 but it blew up this weekend.  I keep seeing it everywhere.”

“What episode in season 4?”

“The episode where Sam and Dean are trying to hide Anna from Cas an Uriel.”

(Uriel...Dean muttered under his breath, that was his name...)

“That episode did not seem extremely Dean/Cas erotic to me?”  

“Oh it really wasn’t…”

Jensen cleared his throat but didn’t open his mouth.  Jared paused because he knew what that meant.  He knew Jensen had an opinion that he was keeping to himself.  Jared eyed him as if to ask if he’d like to share with the class.  A imperceivable shake of the head queued to Jared that he did not want to comment.

“But it was more of a coda, kind of like a sneak peek of what happened within the framework of that episode or just after.”

“So what was the story?”

“Well, if you remember in that episode at the very beginning Cas and Uriel burst in and Sam and Dean are all like you can’t have Anna and then Uriel is like don’t worry we’ll kill her quick.  Dean makes the comment that they are both heartless.  Castiel agrees with him and then, he seems to blank out, stares at the floor as Uriel takes on Ruby and Dean.  

“Ha! You know I married Ruby, right?”  

“Everyone knows you married Ruby - Jared - shit man!”  Jensen crossed his arms and looked back at the makeup tech as if asking her to proceed.

“Well, Cas walks hesitantly towards the door, knocks Sam out night night, right before Uriel and Cas get blasted to kingdom come.  Sam and Dean burst in through the door and ask Anna how she did it and she claimed not to know...claimed it just appeared in her head.  In the fic - Dean puts two and two together.”  

“What do you mean?”

“Come on Jared,”  Jensen butts in - “Dean realizes that when Cas blanked out - he was actually telling Anna how to help the Winchester’s how to blast the angels away with the sigil.  He showed her how to get rid of the angels.  Castiel was always fighting for Dean--  and Sam...Dean and Sam.”

“Oh, I guess I never really put that together.”  Jared and the hair tech were just staring at Jensen.  Since when did he care about slash fics or more like since when did he act as if even knew that slash fics existed?

“Well, they did not really bring it out in the episode unless you were watching closely and you as the audience may see it but what you really want is for Dean to see it...to know that Cas was in his corner.”  Amanda continued.

“And in the fic you get to see it?”

“Yes - Dean realizes straight away with sigil that it was Cas’ work.  He whispers the name under his breath.  The next time they are alone together he shows Cas his appreciation with a kiss.”

“Oh- ho - ho!”  Jared let out a big laugh and did a couple of vulgar kissy faces in jest.

“What are you guys laughing at now.”  Misha joined them his trenchcoat flapping around him.

“We were just talking about how Jensen - I mean Dean - shows Cas his appreciation with his a kiss in one of the slash fictions that Amanda is reading.”  

“Oh...sounds steamy…”  Jensen and Misha exchange a darty-eyed glance before Jensen excuses himself - faking a phone call and stepping a few feet away.  He couldn’t hide his red face but at least he could stare at the wall and pretend to talk to his mother until it subsided. He was sure the back of his neck was red too.

Jared turned back to Misha.  “You two aren’t fooling anybody.”

“I don’t have the slightest clue what you’re talking about.”  

“Sure you don’t.”

Jensen pulls out his phone to read through the comments while waiting for the crew to reset another scene.  If Jared would stop fondling Misha’s balls they may be able to complete a decent day’s work before night fall.  

Dude - awesome fic - I always thought there was more there.

I loved this but I think you were channeling your inner Dean with that intro...it was very I want you to like me...but I don’t need you to like me.

asdkj;afls!!!

Please tag me in future fics :) 

Do you have other fics?

Do you have ao3 account?

It felt good to not be assessed for his looks, his pretty face, his mastery of body language...as an actor he was under constant scrutiny, there was a standard he had to uphold in the public eye. Hiding behind a computer screen, he felt truly seen for the first time.  It was wonderful and terrifying and a complete rush...Jensen couldn’t wait to do it all over again.

Notes: This has been sitting in my drafts folder for a while.  I’ve barely proofread it so, I apologize for any continuity errors.  It is not really set in any specific time.  Also, this is done with the utmost respect for the actors, their friendships and families.  I also respect all ships and as long as shippers are respectfully to each other and the actors, I welcome them.  I have absolutely no tolerance for hate.  I’ve tagged my usual tag list.  If any one would like to be added or removed from future posts, please let me know.  Thank you for reading! 

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