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wayward-dreamer · 3 months

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Impatient

Square/s filled: Orgasm denial @jacklesversebingo | FREE @spnkinkevents

Pairing: Jensen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2,080

Summary: Jensen and Y/N attend an industry event, but her impatience to have her way with him leads to him making sure she knows he's still in charge.

Warnings: Swearing, smut: dirty talk, D/s dynamics, daddy kink, vaginal fingering, gags, hair pulling, against the wall, slight degradation, use of 'slut', unprotected sex (wrap it up people), semi-public sex, rough sex, orgasm denial, creampie, fluff.

A/N: A recent group chat about Dom!Jensen has resulted in this. So, happy reading! ;) beta'd by my loves @hintsofhoney and @makeadealwithdean

Jensen picked up a champagne flute as a waiter passed by him, handing it over to Y/N as his arm slipped around her waist and pulled her close. He sipped the whiskey in his other hand as they both looked over the crowd around them, hoping to find some of their friends or even acquaintances at the party. Industry events usually went on for hours, so they had plenty of time to mingle with others later, both of them more than okay with each other for company at that moment. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, showing his appreciation for her shape in the royal blue, strapless dress. He slowly and subtly moved the hand on her waist over her hip, down to the curve of her ass and back to her waist, making her bite the inside of her lip to keep from smiling too much.

“I’m really regretting being here,” he husked close to her ear. “Especially with the way you look in this dress.”

Her eyes flicked over the light gray suit he was wearing, her fingers softly flicking the edge of his blue and white pocket square. “I can say the same for you and this suit.”

“Oh, is it doing somethin’ for ya?” he smirked.

“Definitely,” she whispered against his lips, kissing him slowly, suggestively. She needed him desperately and she hoped that they could sneak away somewhere.

Unfortunately for them, someone he had worked on a project with years ago came over to him, both of them catching up. He introduced her and she smiled politely, nodding along with the conversation and laughing at the appropriate times but she wanted this guy to leave as soon as possible, so she could drag her boyfriend into the nearest bathroom. As she watched them, she slowly shifted the side of her upper thigh against his crotch, pressing her lips together in amusement as his hand dug into her hip as a warning. She was in a mood to challenge him, though. She repeated the movement, causing him to glance at her from the corner of his eye as he pulled away from her, slightly.

Jensen and his friend said their goodbyes with promises to catch up, before she said it was nice to meet him and watched him leave. She turned and looked up at Jensen, seeing his eyebrows raised at her.

“What the fuck was that?” he asked, moving closer to her so no one heard them.

“Nothing,” she shrugged, an innocent smile on her face.

She pushed herself into him, her hip rubbing against him once more and making her grin as she felt him twitch under his dress pants. He glared down at her as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close enough so that their faces were an inch apart.

“Do that again and you know how this ends, darlin’,” he warned.

She felt her inner walls clench around nothing at his words, a thrill running through her as their gazes locked. His intense glare was taunting her, a silent threat for her to try her luck again and to see what happened. She pressed herself against him, her thigh brushing against his crotch once more, and that was it. He reached for the champagne in her hand and took it, placing that and his whiskey tumbler on the nearest table before he curled his hand around her wrist, leading her out of the huge ballroom where the event was being held. He spotted one of the restrooms at the end of the hallway, the exhilaration building inside her with each step they took towards it.

Jensen opened the door, checking that no one was inside as he turned back and locked it behind her. He pulled Y/N into his arms as they embraced each other, kissing fervently as his hands slid down her back to her waist. She clung to the lapels of his suit as their lips fused together sensually, her touch becoming frenzied as started to pull at his tie with one hand, and open the buttons of his shirt with the other. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her off, walking forward and pressing her up against the tiled wall. She moaned against his lips as she tried to free her hands, desperate to get him out of as many of his clothes as she could. She tried to reach for his belt, causing him to trap her arms once more as he pulled away from the kiss.

“So impatient. You know better than that, Y/N,” he stated, his voice deep and husky as he stared into her eyes. He kept his gaze on her as he reached down and pulled up the hem of her knee-length dress around her waist. “Spread your legs.”

She did as she was told, gulping as she felt his finger pull her black panties to the side. He leaned in close, his lips hovering over hers as he ran his digits through her folds, feeling how wet she was no doubt from the moment she started teasing him. He spread the arousal over her, moving his fingers up to her clit, circling it slowly. She gasped as she shifted her hips closer to him, making him chuckle.

“So fucking desperate,” he muttered, pecking her lips. “You gotta be good if you want my cock, sweetheart. Especially if you want it where my fingers are.”

Along with his words, he pushed two of his thick fingers into her tight heat, her mouth falling open and letting out a loud moan, her hands gripping his covered shoulders, tightly. He thrust them in and out of her, slowly in order to keep her on edge as his thumb flicked over her swollen nub. As he continued his ministrations, short whimpers escaped her, but they increased in volume and he knew he needed a way to keep her quiet. He didn’t want anyone from this event walking in on them, but there was no way he was stopping, either. He pulled his fingers out of her, ignoring the whine that left her as he turned her around to face the wall. Her hands pressed against the tiles as he pulled the pocket square out, holding it to her lips.

“Open up, darlin’,” he ordered, smirking as he shoved it in just as she gasped. “You gotta stay quiet if daddy’s gonna fuck you with people right outside that door.”

She let out a muffled whimper, feeling his hands glide over the smooth skin of her ass as he pulled her hips a little closer. She heard the sound of his zip coming down, her heart beating faster in her chest as the head of his cock nudged against her folds. He took a hold of his thick shaft, his darkened gaze shifting over her as he watched the way she took all of him as he slid into her tight heat. He relished the feeling for only a second, knowing they didn’t have much time before someone came knocking, grinning when he heard a stifled moan leave her. He pulled out completely before he thrusted into her again, continuing in a steady rhythm as he moved deep inside her. He groaned, biting down on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet, too, but he couldn’t help it when she was clenching around him so perfectly.

“Your pussy’s so fucking tight… she’s taking my cock so well, baby girl,” he husked, his hands gripping the flesh of her hips tighter.

Y/N’s eyes squeezed shut, moaning loudly around the gag as his hips smacked against her, his cock pounding deep into her and pressing against that spot only he had ever managed to. He chuckled, the sound almost sinister as he leaned into her, his chest right against her back. One of his hands left her hips and moved into her hair, tugging at the roots roughly, causing another shriek of pleasure to come from her, muffled by the pocket square.

Jensen laughed again, keeping his lips close to her ear as his voice became low and gravelly, “Just don’t know how to stay quiet, huh? You really want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for me, don’t ya, sweetheart?”

His hips began to increase the pace he had set, slamming harder, faster within her as he chased that sweet release he craved but he had other plans for her. Her breathing was harsh, every short inhale and exhale through her nose burning her lungs as she tried to keep her hands steady on the wall. She was on the edge, her walls clenching around his length with every thrust, ready to hit that peak along with him at any moment.

“Shit, you’re close. Can feel the way you’re squeezing around my cock. Do you think you deserve to cum after what you did?” he asked, his breath fanning against the shell of her ear. “Rubbing against me like that in a room full of people.”

The only response she could really give him in her current state was a pathetic nod, causing him to huff a small chuckle.

“Ah, see. I don’t think so, darlin’. I think only daddy gets to cum right now and then I take you home… and spank this ass raw for thinking you could pull that little stunt.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she mewled in protest, trying to glance back at him but his firm grip around the strands of her hair kept her from turning.

“You can whine all you want. You don’t cum until I let you. Is that clear?” he whispered, nipping at her lobe.

Her shoulders slumped as she nodded again.

He kissed behind her ear, nuzzling his nose against the same spot. “Good girl. Fuck, you’re so perfect… gonna fill your tight little pussy up nice and deep.”

Jensen grabbed her waist, holding her still as his shaft pushed deeper into her. He groaned as he felt her walls tighten around him, causing him to fuck her harder when he felt himself throb inside her. With one last thrust, his neck strained back with a low grunt, the sound rumbling in his chest just as his cock pulsed, spurts of his cum coating her walls. Y/N moaned at the feeling, wishing that she could’ve reached that euphoric end with him, but the warmth of seed would have to satisfy her until they got home. He slowly pulled out of her, allowing her to rest her hands on the wall for support as her legs shook. He cleaned himself up before he pushed his cock back in, zipping up his pants. He moved over to her, taking the pocket square from her mouth and folding it again, hiding the lipstick stains on the fabric as he tucked it into the front pocket of his suit.

He leaned over her, kissing the side of her neck as he reached between her legs, pulling her panties back into place. She turned gently, breathing heavily as they looked at each other. She smiled softly, a soft moan escaping her as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, feeling his cum inside her.

“You okay?” he asked, gently cupping her face in his hand.

“Yeah,” she replied, leaning in and kissing him passionately.

“Good,” he muttered when he pulled away, pulling her dress down for her as their eyes met. “Now you’re gonna be patient with that load inside you, while I talk to a few more people before we leave.”

She almost let out a sigh of protest but his intense gaze stopped her. He grinned as he leaned in, his plump lips brushing against hers as their eyes remained locked on each other.

“Don’t you worry, darlin’,” he started, his voice dropping to that deep timbre once more. “I promise I’ll stick to my word.”

Y/N bit her lip as she dropped her gaze, the anticipation of what he told her he was going to do to her making her core tighten once more. She washed her hands, reapplied her lipstick and then wrapped her fingers around his as he led her out of the bathroom. It wasn’t too long before they left the event, both of them far too impatient not to continue what they had started.

And he definitely stuck to his word as soon as they got home.

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deanscherrypie69 · 2 months

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You left without saying goodbye |DW.|

♡Dean Winchester X Female Reader♡

♡Warnings: Mentions of Y/n picking up an alcohol addiction, no use of Y/n. (Maybe like twice) Langue and mentions of blood. 18+ pls minors DNI!!!!!♡ please do not post my fics anywhere else expect tumblr, you have been warned! Also most of this was written on my phone 😭

♡Feedback is appreciated! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!!!!♡

My inbox is open!

Dividers by: @cafekitsune !!!

A/N thank yall sm for the love and support on the first part of the fic! It means the world to me!!! And as yall requested. Part two! Pls don’t hate me it’s a long one so buckle up✋🏽🥲

Also Happy bday to Jensen!!! Love you v much!!🤠🤎

♡Part one♡

It had been three moths since that night with Dean, it had played over and over again in your mind when you went to sleep every night.

You swore you could feel his lips on yours, or the sounds he made when he was moving in and out of your body.

You hated it so much, you hated him. With his stupid eyes his pink lips you hated him.

But you took all of that rage out on, the monsters you’d hunt. Shooting them stabbing them. Anything you could think of.

You had come back from a bad werewolf hunt with Bobby, one of the wolfs clawed your abdomen trying to save Bobby.

So here you were nursing a bottle of whiskey as the old man stitched you up.

Oh yea and you forgot to mention you kind picked up a drinking habit over the last few months.

“Do you have a deal death with or something?” The old man asks as he threads your skink back together.

“No.” You hiss as he pulls the thread in and out of you.

“You’re not a very good lair.” He says grabbing the scissors to cut the string.

You raise your brow, “you aren’t a very good nurse either.” You say standing up. You grab stomach with a groan as you walk to the kitchen.

Bobby watches you struggle to walk away. He begins to clean the blood off his hands with a towel.

Bobby never bought it up because it was never any of his business. But. He cared about you a lot. You were like his daughter he’d never had have.

That day when he picked you up from the hotel. There was something wrong. You hadn't said anything to him about it since then. It has been three months and Bobby had grown curious.

Bobby takes a sigh and sits in his chair in front of his desk.

“What happened that I had to drive almost three hours out to pick you up from a motel?”

Bobby saw your body stiffen with the questions, he knew he had struck a nerve.

You grown and begin to walk up stairs, not wanting to answer his questions, “Good night Bobby.” You groan.

Bobby rolls his eyes “damn kid.”

This had been the worst sleep of your life by far. You couldn’t sleep you were up all night tossing and turning. You groan as you flick the covers off of your body.

You look over at the time on your alarm clock, it was almost 12 in the afternoon.

You groan and begin to rummage through your pile of clean clothes you had just washed.

“Please tell me you have coffee on and some painkillers.” You groan grabbing your stomach as you walk down the stairs

“I really could use some.” You say rubbing your eyes.

When Bobby didn’t say anything you remove your hands away from your eyes. And when you opened them you did not expect to see someone you haven’t seen in three months.

“Dean?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. You were angry.

You turn to the old man who was sitting across from him, “What the hell is he doing here?” You question, not looking over in Deans' direction.

“He’s here because he got a weird call, someone pretending to be Sam.” He says “just wanted to know if we got the call that’s all.”

You roll your eyes and clench your stomach, you don’t even look his way, he had left you after sharing an intimate moment, he left you vulnerable.

You scoff and walk over to the coffee pot, you poor yourself a cup, Bobby looks between you and Dean.

Dean had his eyes glued to your back, waiting for you to turn around and look at him. But you didn’t. He watched as you grab the painkillers from the top cabinet with a groan.

“I’ll be upstairs.” You mumble.

Bobby nods as he watches you carefully disappear upstairs.

“Are you gonna talk about it?” Bobby questions.

Dean huffs and leans back “nothing to talk about, just came here to see if you got that call that's all.”

Bobby let’s out a chuckle. “You came here to see if she was here.”

Bobby states.

Dean rolls his eyes. “No i didn’t,” Dean argues.

“Bullshit, something happened between you too.” Bobby says looking at the green eyed man.

Dean nods his head “it did but it was a mistake, we both were missing Sam.” Dean rubs a hand down his face.

Bobby cuts Dean off “Does she know that?” Bobby questions. “That girl has had a death wish for three months. I made her stop hunting, I don't know if you noticed, she has a pretty bad injury."

“Whatever you did you need too clear it up.” Bobby says.

Dean stands up from his chair “There’s nothing to clear cause nothing happened, it didn’t mean anything, not to me anyway.” Dean grabs his jacket.

Before Dean reached the front door he saw you at the bottom of the stairs, with your bloodied bandages that you had just switched out with new ones. In your hands

He didn’t miss the way the tears in your eyes welded up. He give you a small smile the exits the house,

“How much did you hear.”

You swallow hard, “Enough” you walk into the kitchen and shove the bandages in the trash. And once again you had disappeared up the stairs.

It has been three days since Dean had come. Bobby wasn't home, he hasn’t been home for a few days he was cleaning up a ghoul hunt in Ohio. You were left alone reading lore books. About monsters.

Your wound on your abdomen, still hurt like hell, you felt like it was keeping you from hunting and you hated it.

You were bought out of your thoughts when there was a frantic knock at the door, you carefully get up from your spot and make your way to the front door.

“Who is it” you say.

“Y/n? It’s Sam open the door.”

You raise your eyebrows.

“Thats impossible you’re in hell.”

You hear a loud sigh coming from the door, you watch as the bottom lock jiggles and then the door opens, it opens up enough to see the tall hunter standing in the door way.

“Sam?”

He rolls his eyes and squeezes past you, “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell everybody.” He huffs closing the door behind him

“How.” You watch as the tall man makes his way through the house as if he was looking for someone? “Where’s Bobby?”

“Ghoul hunt.” You say watching him,

“Dean? Did he go with Bobby?”

You shake your head ‘no”

“I haven’t talked to him not really, not since-“

Sam nods at your words

“How did you-“ you point

Sam shrugs “I don’t know.” He chuckles. Sam stops and looks at you. “Give me your phone.” He says

You raise your eyebrows in confusion, reaching into your back pocket you fish out your phone, handing it to the tall man.

Sam smiles he clicks the screen a few times.

You sigh and walk past him, into the kitchen.

You listen as Sam mumbles a quick 'bye' into the phone.

Sam walks back to you handing you your phone, "Who'd you call?" You hum tucking your phone back into your pocket.

You had already knew the answer to that question. You didn’t even know why you asked.

Sam reaches beside you and opens the fridge, he reaches in and grabs two beers.

"Dean." He says handing you the bottle.

You don't say anything expect, you pop the top off and throw it into the sink. Sam sighs as he watches you knock back the beer in a few sips.

"Did something happen between you guys, when i called he thought it was you." Sam says.

You set the empty bottle down. "It did, but according to him, it didn't mean anything." You state. You take a shaky breath, "He left me, without saying goodbye Sam. I don't even know where he's been for the last three months."

Sam notices a tear slide down your cheek, "He's been playing house, with Lisa. Seems like when shit hits the fan he keeps going back to her."

"What?" Your voice was shaky. You don't remember anyone in Dean's life named Lisa. But then you rack through your brain.

"The dark-haired lady? With that kid named Ben?"

Sam nods.

You remembered them both, You three were working on a case when Dean had knocked at the door, and she had answered, it was her son's birthday.

"He was in love with her?" You question. Sam nods. "I guess he still is."

You sigh, you wondered if you were Dean's second option.

'I'm going to- take a nap." You say looking down at your watch.

Sam nods and rubs the small of your back,

Walking into the living room, you had grabbed a blanket that was. Draped over the back of an empty chair, you always liked sleeping on the cot Bobby had by the window, it was peaceful hearing the birds chirping, pulling the blanket up you quickly fall asleep.

it had felt like you were sleeping forever but that was until you felt someone shaking you.

Opening your eyes you see Sam, "Hey.” he says, “Bobby called, and told me you needed your bandages switched out."

You yawn and rub your eyes. Sam helps you sit up. You lift up your shirt with a wince.

He grabs the bandages that had been on Bobby's desk.

Sam pulls a chair up.

You had been hardly awake for that long when you heard the side door open. "Hey." Sam says not even looking in that direction, he had been placing the new bandages on you.

You knew who it was, you had been hoping. That he wouldn't had come tonight you didn't want to have to face him.

You watch and he walks in the room where you and Sam where, his eyes glued on you, he had a fresh beer in his hand.

Sam pats your leg motioning you pull down your shirt. "Thanks." You mumble. Sam smiles at you, he walks into the kitchen past Dean to wash his hands.

You pull the blanket back over your body.

Dean watches you stare out the window, it had remined him of that night- before he left.

He sits in the chair that Sam was just in. His beer resting between his legs. "Please go." You sniffle not wanting to look at him.

When Dean didn’t listen you turn to look at him, your breathing was harsh. You were mad.

The anger that you had built up for the past few months was just begging to come out.

“So Lisa huh?”

Dean opens and closes his mouth.

“Did you decide to go be with her before or after you fucked me!” You spat, throwing the blanket off your body you sit on the edge of the bed.

Your chest heaving up and down.

When Dean didn’t say anything you continue. “You left me Dean, you didn’t call you didn’t text, for all I could’ve know you could’ve died. But no you were playing house with some whore.” You spat

Dean licks his lips, “don’t talk about her like that.” He grumbles

You roll your eye, I’ll talk about her however I goddamn please.”

You and Dean stare at each other.

“Was it a mistake Dean?” You question.

Dean blinks a few times. He had forgotten you heard his and Bobby’s conversation.

Dean shakes his head, he had convinced himself it was a mistake the day he left you and went to Lisa.

But he knew deep down it wasn’t. If it was he wouldn’t have been the first one to kiss you.

“No, I thought about you everyday for three months when I left.” Dean was telling the truth weather or jot you decided to believe it or not.

He dreamed about you daily. He could still smell your perfume. He could hear you little moans. When he hit that sweet spot inside of you.

He didn’t know why he left he was scared.

Scared that maybe you would’ve regretted it too.

But it turns out, you were far from thinking that.

You scoff, “Bullshit.” You spat. “I was your second option Dean. You got your fix and left me. I’m nothing to you, and I never will be.”

Tears stream down your face, Wiping your hands doen your face you get up from your spot on the cot. “You Sam and Bobby don’t need me,” you say grabbing your jacket. You reach into on of the draws that Bobby have in the kitchen, it had sets of car keys in it.

You take a random one and walk out the door.

Dean chases after you.

“Y/n stop!” Dean shouts.

You had stopped in your tracks, you turn around to face Dean.

“I’m leaving Dean You can’t stop me.” You say.

You hit the car alarm on the key fob and one of the cars that were sitting in the lot begin to light up. Turning the alarm off you hop into the car.

Dean watches as you pull away in the car.

Something in the back of Dean’s mind told him to stop you. He wanted just to talk it over with you maybe. Just maybe it could have a different outcome.

It was just one big misunderstanding.

He watches as you pull out of the driveway.

Your car begins to move slowly. It was like you wanted to come back. But you kept driving.

Until. Another car coming from the opposite direction, came speeding down.

You tried to get out of the way but it was too late.

Dean watches as the car rams into yours with full speed.

“Y/n!” Dean shouts as he begins to run.

Dean ran, it felt like forever. When he reached the car you were in he sees your body hunched over. There was blood all over you face it was coming out of your ears and nose.

The wound on your stomach was open, there was so much blood, Dean had seen nothing like it.

This was not happening hew knew he should’ve stopped you. He should’ve stopped you.

He scoops your body up in his arms. He looks down at your face, your eyes begin to flutter open.

“I’m sorry-“ was all you say before it all went black.

“I’m gonna get you help sweetheart, you ain’t leaving me.” Dean says putting you in the back of the impala.

But Dean sees your eyes closed.

He was not going to let you die, not in his watch.

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aerialworms · 1 year

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...would you fuck a clone of yourself?

Happy Birthday old man! Let me make fun of you!

I couldn’t decide which answer to give him in my last post so I gave him them all <3

+ Jackles bonus because that man is as deranged about Dean as I am:

(Image IDs (and episode IDs!) under cut)

[Image ID: Answers from the Buzzfeed quiz “Would you fuck a clone of yourself” meme edited over screenshots of Dean Winchester from various episodes of Supernatural.

1. 16 year old Dean from 9.07 Bad Boys looks confused and answers “I don't want to fuck my clone because it would be gay sex and I'm not gay.”

2. 18 year old Dean from 4.13 After School Special smirks and answers “I'm not gay, but I would actually totally fuck my clone”

3. 1.01 Pilot Dean stands in Sam’s apartment, smirking self-consciously, next to Sam, who looks disappointed with him. He continues the previous answer: “because I want to know if I'm good in bed.”

4. Dean Smith, at his desk in 4.17 It’s a Terrible Life, looking concerned, answers “I'm gay, but I still don't want to fuck my clone, that's gross and weird.”

5. 8.17 Goodbye Stranger Dean sits at the map table in the Bunker and reads a porn magazine. He answers without looking up “It's basically the same as masturbating, right? So no big deal.”

6. Alternate Universe HunterCorp Dean from 15.13 Destiny’s Child sits on the other side of the map table in the Bunker. Looking bewildered, he answers “It’s not the same as masturbating; it'd be like having sex with your twin. Wrong and bad!

7. Dean, handcuffed on the floor in Endverse Dean’s cabin in 5.04 The End, tells his alternate self “I'd totally do all sorts of weird things to my clone I'd be embarrassed to ask someone else to do.”

8. In the same scene, Endverse Dean holds up his assault rifle and answers “I don’t want to fuck my clone because my self-loathing is THAT strong.”

9. Dean, completely under the memory curse in 12.11 Regarding Dean, says with wide eyes “I would not have sex with my clone because what if my clone is evil.”

10. Demon Dean in 10.01 Black, reclining naked in bed, makes a funny face and gestures cheekily as he answers “Not only would I have sex with my clone, I'd probably make a bunch of clones and just get it on with all of them at once because that's how pro-clone fucking I am.”

11. The bonus image. Dean, in Jensen Ackles’ trailer in 6.15 The French Mistake, holds up a fan magazine with Jensen and Jared on the front. He looks absolutely done. The box containing the quiz answer has been edited to look like a speech bubble coming from Jensen’s mouth on the magazine. It reads “To be honest, fucking my clone has always been my fantasy.”

All the images have been watermarked with the poster’s url “@aerialworms”. /End ID]

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rainydayandmondays · 4 months

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Secret Santa is Coming....

Summary: Time for the Secret Santa gift exchange and Andy knows you deserve only the best gift. And who says it can’t be a gift for both of you.

Pairing: Andy Barber X Reader, Jake Jensen

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: 18+ only. Explicit language, explicit sexual content, male masturbation, female masturbation, voyeurism, Daddy kink, slight non-con

Author’s Note: A follow up to the Thanksgiving Potluck. I don’t think Andy is okay with just a one-shot with his sweet girl.

“Mr. Barber.”

Andy looked up to see you standing just inside his doorway. Your hands dropping to be held in front of you, he watched as you momentarily shifted from foot to foot. You were uneasy and that should never be how you feel around him. He dropped the affidavit he had been reading back to his desk, before rolling his shoulders, and sitting back in his chair. Something had you skittish and he wouldn’t have that.

“Yes, sweetheart.”

You bow your head at the nickname, your bashful reaction to it would never get old with him. However, he did try to use it sparingly. Waiting until you two were mostly alone, he would softly say it and watch you smile before catching yourself.

“Can I talk to you about something?” You looked at him, your brow furrowing as you waited for his response. Something was wrong. He could feel his own unease build up the longer he watched you, your fingers now fidgeting in front of you.

“Is that even a question? Of course, you can,” He gestured to the seat in front of him.

You seemed to loosen up at his response, your hands dropping the gripped hold you had them in. Turning to close the door behind you, you gave him a small hopeful smile before taking the offered seat.

He continued to sit back, despite wanting to inch closer to you. You were calmer now and he didn’t want to break you from that peace that you had regained, “What’s going on?”

You took a quick inhale before asking your question, “Are you the one leaving coffee on my desk every morning?"

The coffee. You knew about the coffee. After Thanksgiving, he hadn’t wanted to give up the feeling he felt watching you enjoy him so much. He embraced the flashes of you licking your lips after finishing his potluck offering. They would keep him busy popping up over the long holiday weekend.

Laurie had ordered in catering for their family meal. Things were starting to pick up for her at work as they entered the holiday season. Buying everything and then cooking the turkey dinner wasn’t something she was willing to take on. Instead, they had pulled the plastic containers from the takeaway bag, quickly heating them up before sitting down to the saddest Thanksgiving meal. Thoughts of you were the only thing that pulled him out his funk to start pulling down Christmas decorations from the attic.

He decided that weekend that he would find a way to share that with you again. Your friend may have thrown out that thinly veiled threat, but he would find a way around it. Returning to the office after the holiday, he decided to keep his ritual to his nightly shower. No more parking garage camera feed for your noisy friend to make noise about. He found if he worked late enough, by the time he got home, there would be no one up to ask why he took a tumbler with him to shower.

Filling up his trusty tumbler every night, he would grab it from the refrigerator each morning as he waved goodbye to a wife and son who seemed to be more enthralled with their phones than anything he was doing. Heading to the local coffee shop after his morning swim, he would sit in his car adding his special ingredient to the small light roast brew with double espresso shots and half and half.

Making sure to get in as early as possible, he would leave the cup of coffee on your desk before hustling to his office. He had done so for the last week, a smirk lighting up his face when you brought the cup to the weekly team debrief for the latest cases. But now you knew it was him. He should have known you would figure it out.

Trying his best to not react to your question, he pulled on all his skills to keep the best poker face. He could come up with a reason for it that wouldn’t return you to that ball of nerves that had stood in his doorway.

He cleared his throat before responding, “You caught me. I know the late nights you have been putting in. That can’t be easy to do and then only to go home and help your parents. Figured you might need something to look forward to.”

You hummed at his explanation, looking down before returning your gaze to him, “That’s very kind, Mr. Barber. Sweet even. It’s just…people like to talk. I’ve worked so hard. And I don’t want anyone to think that I got anything because of…because of anything else other than work.”

Your eyes had continued to flit between him and your hands in your lap as you spoke. He could tell that you had thought through your small speech, probably even prepped yourself on your drive in. He also knew that one of the office gossips had gotten to you. He was selfish and he wanted the moments with you but not at the risk of you feeling uncomfortable.

Leaning against the desk, he looked at you straight on, expressing as much empathy as possible, “Understood. No more coffees.”

Your shoulders finally came down from around your ears and you sighed, nodding back in thanks.

“Thank you, Mr. Barber,” you replied before rising to walk towards his office door. He wanted to correct you. Remind you to call him Andy. However, he figured it was best not to push his luck. Watching you push the wrinkles from your skirt as you walked away, he called back to you, “I don’t want you worrying about this or what anyone may say, okay?”

Stopping to look over your shoulder, you reached to grab at your necklace, “I won’t.”

“Promise me?” He smirked as you continued to twiddle with the gold chain.

“I promise,” you answered as he nodded for you to leave.

With the click of his door closing, he looked down at his desk, saving your promise to his memory. He’ll use it later tonight.

Holding the slip of paper in his hands, your name neatly scrawled across it, he smiled to himself. A couple of people in the office decided to put together a Secret Santa exchange. Apparently, the Thanksgiving potluck was such a success when it came to team building, the higher ups agreed to the next holiday activity. Even had HR sign off on it.

Andy had been in court when the bag of names had been passed around. He didn’t give it much thought. Since your stop in his office a week ago, he had kept his distance. It wasn’t something that he wanted in the slightest. But he was willing to respect your genuine worry about office gossip. No more tumblers, no more early coffee runs. The research requests still happened but always through the weekly team huddle.

However, now seeing your name chosen for him, he had to smile to himself. Of course, it would be you that he would get. Of course, him trying to keep his distance would mean you finding a way back to him.

He sat down, leaning his chin in his hands, “Okay, sweet girl. I understand.”

The office had pretty much cleared out with most people starting their holiday vacations. The last few streamers from the small Christmas luncheon had been balled up and chucked in the bin, when Andy made his way out to the bull pin. You were waving off the last of the other paralegals as you collected your stuff to make your own way home.

“Hey sweetheart,” he saw you jump a little before turning to him.

You had worn a red Christmas sweater with a white bow handstitched along the collar. Your normal pencil skirt had been replaced by a pair of black slacks. And although not his favorite, the pants had done wonders for your ass. He had watched as you moved around the office putting up the last-minute decorations, only to take them down.

“Hi Andy.” You replied turning and looking up at him from your office chair. He caught the small smile that wanted to break free at your utterance of his name. That was good, you were comfortable around him again.

Clearing his throat, he brought the gift bag from behind his bag, presenting it to you, “Merry Christmas.”

“So, you were my Secret Santa,” you smirked looking at the packed gift bag he had hastily bought from the Walgreens down the street.

“It’s a three-part gift,” he answered, nodding towards it and urging you to open it.

Taking the stuffed tissue paper from the top you reached in pulling out a pink tumbler. You let out a small giggle, “For my coffee?”

He fully smiled this time, before shrugging his shoulders and pointing to the remaining items in the gift bag. Putting down the tumbler, you turned back to the bag, reaching the bottom of it, you pulled out a wooden paper weight. Carved into the center was the seal for Boston College Law School. Your brow creased as you tried to piece together the meaning of the gift. He watched as you finally looked back to him, your look pleading for an answer.

“That’s the second part. An old college buddy of mine is the registrar. I told him about a paralegal that had aced her LSATs, had helped on numerous high profile ADA cases, but hadn’t had the chance to enroll yet.” He looked on as the puzzle started to come together in your mind. Your brow creased further as tears started to line your eyelashes.

“They have grant funds set aside every year for students that display great potential. He took care of everything. You can enroll whenever you’re ready. There will be a space for you. That’s the third part.” He whispered the last of his explanation. The tears that had been threatening to fall now ran fully down your cheeks.

“Oh my God. Thank you.” You jumped from your chair, throwing your arms around his shoulders.

Initially taken by surprise, he hesitated momentarily before letting his body relax into your hold. His hands landing on your back as you sniffled into his dress shirt and whispered quiet thank you’s in his ear. He threw up his own thanks at the office being empty. Something tells him that you may have restrained yourself more with an audience.

Starting to feel you pull away, he resisted the urge to cling to you. It had been a while since Andy had a genuine hug. He had been mostly regulated to side hugs with Laurie. Every once in a while, it would include a kiss to the cheek. And Jacob, well he was fully rooted in his teen years and any idolization that he might have had for his dad had been long gone. He would only get quick nods of recognition from over the top of the phone from his son. But now with you, he could feel the heat of your body, the small catches in your breath as you tried to regulate your outburst. This was something he couldn’t give up.

“I’m so sorry. That’s not very professional of me. It’s just…this means so much to me.”

Your tearful smile at him tempted him to bring you back into his embrace. To just hold you as all the happy tears flowed out of you.

You giggled again, shaking your head, “I have to tell my parents. I have to…”

He nodded at you, seeing all the possibilities run through your mind. He had opened doors for you. Had given you a better future. Had put that delighted smile on your face. He had done that. You quickly began to pack up your remaining things, yesterday’s brief stuffed in with your laptop. Turning to him again, you smiled again grabbing onto his forearm and squeezing.

“Merry Christmas sweetheart.”

“Merry Christmas Andy.”

“Can you believe it, Jake? I can enroll whenever I’m ready. There’s a space just waiting for me.” You talked animatedly to your best friend as you placed the carved paperweight on your bookcase. It would sit perfect with your old undergrad books and picture of Jake and you from your graduation.

“That’s amazing, Ace! So, he just called a friend and got this all sorted out?” Jake asked facetiming you from his room.

He had suspicions about your kind of boss since before meeting him Thanksgiving. You had mentioned how many late nights you had been spending at the office recently and how walking out at night gave you the heebie-jeebies. The protector within him woke up immediately at that, ready to offer to pick you up if he needed to. You would never ask him to do that yourself. That’s when you brought up Andy Barber and how he started walking you out.

It hadn’t taken Jake long to dig up information on the ADA. He had the white picket fence life, although there wasn’t too much about his past listed. That was the first red flag. Hacking into the courthouse’s camera feed had been relatively easy. These older government buildings never bothered upping their security.

Andy Barber always parked in one of the garage’s blind spots. That would be the second red flag. After you left, Andy wouldn’t be seen exiting until half an hour later. What could he possibly be doing in a parked car for thirty minutes? That was the final red flag.

“His friend is the registrar at the school. He was able to work it out. What?” Sitting down on your bed, you leaned back looking at Jake on your phone. He was making his slightly worried puppy dog face.

“It’s just that’s a lot to get coordinated so fast.”

“Why can’t you just be happy for me, Jake?” You asked only to see Jake’s face immediately deflate. The worried puppy dog look morphing to kicked puppy. His eyes widening behind his glasses.

“Of course, I’m happy for you Ace. It’s just that you’re too trusting sometimes.”

“I’m not a child,” you grumbled back, and Jake wanted to jump through the phone and ease your anger.

“You’re not. You’re a person with a good heart that wants to believe the best in people,” he saw the crease in your brow ease as he spoke, “And that’s why I gotta look out for you.”

Rolling your eyes, you tried to hide your small smile at Jake’s statement. From the first moment he had run into on his skateboard, knocking both of you over in the quad in college, he had looked out for you.

“When do you come back?”

“Why? Do you already miss me?” You watched Jake wiggle his eyebrows suggestively, causing a round of giggles to erupt from you. He pretended to be hurt by your outburst before continuing, “Probably not until the new year.”

You hummed, sitting back up, Jake and you sat in silence as he watched the disappointment take over your expression. He searched for a way to get you to smile again when he heard the knock at the door. Quickly looking back at the door, he breathed a sigh of relief seeing he had locked it.

“I gotta go, Ace.” He watched you nod a short okay, before finally getting up from your bed.

“I miss you.” “I miss you too, Jake.”

Andy sat down at the desk in his home office. Neck stretched back along the back of the chair, as he thought back on the last couple of hours since getting home. Walking in, he noticed all the lights were off, not even the Christmas tree in the den was lit. Disengaging the alarm, he made his way into the kitchen to see a sticky note stuck to the fridge. Laurie had to go back into the office to finalize the preparations for the end of the year gala, while Jacob spent the night at a friend’s. So much for family time.

Putting an order into the local Italian place, he went upstairs to change out of his work clothes. He contemplated jumping in the shower, until he heard the doorbell ring with his takeout. Turning on the tree in the den, he ate his pasta dish with only the twinkling Christmas lights on. What had his life become? What had his family become?

Dropping the to-go containers in the trash, he wandered back to his office. He thought about powering up his laptop and finishing the closing remarks for one of his cases, when he found the holiday favors that you had passed around the office this morning. Your red sweater on, you greeted everyone with such joy for the upcoming holiday. He couldn’t help but smile up at you, as you left the favor on his desk.

You were a sweetheart. His sweetheart. His sweet girl. He rubbed along his bottom lip as he remembered your reaction to his gift. The hug had surprised him. But fuck if he hadn’t loved every minute of it. He didn’t even mind the soft sniffling you made as your tears stained his tie. He had made those tears.

Opening his iPad, he logged into the recently downloaded program. Would you have already told everyone about what he had done for you? Would you have passed around the carved seal of your new school for everyone to admire? Would you have put it in a place of pride? He wasn’t sure, but it couldn’t hurt to check.

Finishing entering the credentials, he watched as his screen came to life and he saw your bedroom space. It was cheerful like you, with multiple pillows adorning your bed and bursts of color in the pictures you hung on your walls. He devoured the scene, greedily taking in everything he could see, when he heard the click of the bedroom door. The small camera was powerful and could zoom 10x but was stationary in the middle of the school seal.

He waited, hearing you hum a Christmas song along the with opening and closing of drawers off camera and the tossing of a bath towel on the bed. Finally making your way into view, he saw your silk two-piece set. The navy-blue pajama top with white piping along seams hugged your tits. Your free tits, there’s no way you were still wearing a bra with the way your nipples poked through. And the shorts that accompanied it, covered the curve of your ass, but he watched as they inched up as you started to turn down the bed.

He shifted in his seat as he set the iPad to lean against the monitor stand on his desk. Widening his legs and easing back into his chair, he adjusted himself. He hadn’t had a chance for his nightly ritual. But seeing you now, he was happy to see he would have new things to add to his memory. You always knew how to take care of him. His sweet girl.

After setting most of the pillows aside, you climbed into bed, reaching over for your earbuds and phone. He couldn’t tell what you were listening to but judging by the content smile on your face, it must be good. He watched as you closed your eyes, listening to whatever was piping through your earbuds. Reaching down, he rubbed himself through his pajama bottoms. Nothing too aggressive, just softest of touches. The kind he always imagined you would give him. Always delicate and soft at the start.

He sighed to himself as he watched you, “My sweet girl.”

Lost in the moment, he didn’t catch you shifting at first. However, looking back at the screen, he saw your hand move to your top. You let out a small sigh as your fingers started to flick at your nipple, rolling it between your fingers. He frantically sat up, engaging the zoom function to watch up close. Your nipples were amazing, and he knew given the chance he would lap at them, giving them little bites to see you squirm. Your eyes were closed, breathing harsher, as you played with your tits.

“Play with her tits, sweet girl. Show me how sensitive they are,” He whispered as he took full hold of himself. After hitting his fist on the underside of the desk, he pushed back from it to make room for his hand as he continued to slide up and down his shaft.

He could hear the little sighs you were making as they started to get louder. He knew you would be vocal. You would tell him everything that made you feel good. Both your hands covered your tits while the buttons of your shirt lay open from where you had torn it open to get your hands in.

“Jesus, you’re going to be the death of me.” He squeezed around the tip before breaking contact with the screen to spit down onto himself. At feel of his warm saliva, that winking eye dribbled out onto self.

Hearing shifting, he looked back to find you grabbing one of the pillows you hadn’t bothered to put aside. Now, what were you doing now? He watched as you grabbed the forgotten towel still at the foot of your bed. Placing the pillow in the middle of the bed, you draped the towel over it before swinging a leg over and straddling the setup.

“Fuck me. Take what you need, sweet girl.” He grunted as you started to rock back and forth on the pillow.

Your hips started a natural rhythm, one hand still pawing at your tit while the other held you steady on your perch. As he looked on, the more he dribbled out on his hand, and he finally reached down pushing his pants and underwear off. His ass was momentarily cold on the leather of the seat, but he couldn’t be bothered to care as you kept humping your pillow.

“Daddy.”

Andy nearly swallowed his tongue when he heard your whisper. Your bottom lip now caught between your teeth as you whined.

“Daddy is here. Fuck, I’m right here.” He fisted himself, finally dropping to grab onto his balls and rolling them in his palm.

“Daddy, please.” You mewled out your whimper and he had to grab tight at his base to avoid blowing his load right then and there. You were close, but fuck him, if he missed it by losing it first.

“What do you need, sweet girl? What do you need from daddy?”

“Daddy, I can’t.”

How could you answer him? You had to know. His sweet girl was so smart, she could figure anything out. You had to know he was here. That he could see you. That he was watching you. You were doing this for him.

“Yes, you can. Daddy says you can. I’ll even count down. Five.”

You stuttered slightly before picking up your pace again.

“Four.”

He tightened his grip, corkscrewing his hand on each trip up.

“Three.”

Your breathing was getting harsher as you brought down your other hand, using both to steady you as your hips rolled.

“Two.”

He was almost there. His balls had already started to pull up as he planted his feet to thrust into his fist.

“One. Come on, my sweet girl. Come for daddy.”

He nearly lost it, as you threw your head back, mouth gaping in a silent cry, and the rest of your body spasming. Fucking his hand, he watched as a gush of liquid flew out of you, wetting the towel beneath.

“Oh fuck. Such a good girl. Such a good, fucking sweet girl.”

Standing up, he aimed for the screen as he lost it on the image of his sweet girl squirting for him. He twitched and continued to rub out every ounce he had for her. For once, he didn’t think about it going to waste. It hadn’t, not with what you had given him tonight.

Bracing against the edge of the desk, he flopped back into his chair, as you rolled off your pillow completely drained.

“Thank you, daddy.” You gave one final whisper before peeling off your pajama shorts and grabbing the covers to go to sleep.

“You’re more than welcome, sweet girl. Rest now.”

Andy watched you snuggle into bed, returning to the woman he knew from the office. No longer the horned up, little one that just needed her daddy to take care of her. Taking a tissue from the console behind him, he wiped himself down before wiping the screen and desk. Pulling his boxers and pajama pants back up, he started to log out of the camera’s app, when a dialog box popped up, asking to save or delete recording.

He hesitated only for a moment, before clicking save.

Maybe these work holiday functions weren’t the worst thing in the world.

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The Dangers of Hope Epilogue

Series Summary: When Y/N shows up at Camp Chitaqua with her little girl in tow, her bloodshot eyes leave no doubt that she's infected. Or is she? Everything Dean has come to know for certain over the last five hellish years, is about to be challenged.

Pairings/Characters in the series: Endverse!Dean x Reader, Emma (OFC), Castiel, Sam Winchester, Lucifer, Michael, Zachariah, Risa, Johnston (OMC), Patrick (OMC), Theresa (OFC), other survivors and soldiers.

Series Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Show level violence, some gore, angst, smut, fluff all the usual for a series of mine. ❤️ Endverse!Dean (that's a warning for his anger and callousness as well as his extreme hotness. 😁) Each chapter will have their own specific warnings.

Chapter Warnings: None.

Word Count: 5,849

A/N: So, I've had this idea for quite a while. Basically since I watched The Last of Us. I loved Pedro in the role of Joel, but I kept thinking how incredible Jensen would have been. Which then made me think of how amazing he was as Endverse!Dean which then led me to this idea. Lol! I've stolen the premise of Ellie's storyline from TLOU, but made her a grown up, a reader insert, and a love interest for Dean.

If you've never seen TLOU, don't worry - you don't need to have seen it to understand this story. 😊

I've taken some liberties with the Endverse in my story, changed a few things from canon, but kept lots of things too.

I sincerely hope you enjoy the story. It will be ten chapters and I will do my very best to post one chapter every weekend. ❤️

A/N 2: So this is it, the epilogue, the end. I'm so sad to say goodbye to this series. I've really loved writing it, even if it kicked my ass a couple of times. I know I've said this already, but it definitely bears repeating - I'm so unbelievably grateful for the love and support you've all shown this series. Thanks so much - and I hope you enjoy this little peak into Dean and Y/N's lives a decade later. This ended up about twice as long as I'd planned. Lol! Enjoy! ❤️

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Spring, 10 Years Later

The rumbling engine of the Impala was silenced as Dean pulled into the garage and parked Baby in her spot. The camp had eight cars now, so they'd had to expand the garage two summers before. The cars got shuffled around all the time, but Baby always kept her spot on the end. Everyone knew it was her spot.

The late afternoon sun shone in through the garage windows as Dean removed the keys from the ignition and pushed them back into his black, denim jacket pocket.

Sam was sitting beside him and shot him a questioning look when Dean didn't immediately jump out. “Dean?”

Dean nodded and then looked over at his little brother. “Do you think I did the right thing?”

Sam sighed. He'd already answered this question from his brother, in various forms, three or four times.

The Deerling Survivors Camp, a small camp located almost seventy miles away, had sent a message to Dean a week earlier, requesting a face-to-face meeting. Dean had asked Sam to come along and they'd stayed overnight at the fledgling camp. The pseudo-leader there, just a young kid who’d been thrust into the role, had asked them to let Deerling join Camp Chitaqua, and after seeing the shape of the camp, Dean had agreed on the spot.

Years earlier the four smaller camps surrounding Chitaqua had joined them, expanding the camp by miles and miles and raising the population by more than two hundred people. It had been a big decision, and Dean had consulted with the council for a couple days before agreeing to the expansion.

It was a very good decision in the end, since they now had enough land to plant six, four acre farm plots. They made sure to rotate crops, leaving one field fallow every season and using it for grazing pasture. But all that fertile land meant that the campers all had plenty of fresh vegetables. Their expanded size also allowed them to enlarge their barn, so they could now house and care for four cows and a bull, two horses, dozens of chickens, a rooster, two pigs, and eight sheep.

They'd bartered and traded with other camps for most of their animals or found them wandering around alone and unclaimed. But they bought their sheep from a farmer living in what used to be Iowa. A lot of farmers had started over there, scratching out a new life from the soil, now that the world had started turning once again.

Seven years ago they'd finally succeeded in producing a vaccine. It had taken a lot of hard work. For three years, every single person that worked on it did so with nothing more than a promise of a better tomorrow.

It had taken another two plus years to get the word and the vaccine out to people, but now most of the population was vaccinated. The vaccine had also been carried overseas. They couldn't be sure how things were going across the pond because communication was still very limited. But they'd heard rumors that it was going well.

Some infrastructure was up and running again; they had electricity in some places, and some cities had running water again. There were even some places that had phone lines connected - in and around the bigger cities where people were beginning to congregate.

Things seemed to be progressing quickly out west in the former California, where they'd reportedly started broadcasting some form of Television again. Not very many people had TVs anymore to watch, but it seemed comforting to people just to know something resembling their former lives was returning.

Not everything was perfect, of course. There was no centralized government, or structured, widespread laws. Most areas had variations of camps like Chitaqua with leaders in charge, or occasionally small, internally elected governments that ran the camp. Lawlessness still existed in a lot of places, but it was being beaten further back every day as groups banded together.

There were also still some areas that were uninhabitable because massive groups of Croats still roamed there. The researchers that had created the vaccine were working on a cure for those who’d already been infected, but thus far they’d proved unsuccessful. Croat attacks still happened sometimes, but the vaccine meant that people just had to deal with the bite itself, making sure it was healing properly - something that was becoming easier as medical stations were springing up in and around larger populations as well, as doctors went back to healing people as they’d been trained to do.

Chitaqua had a physician, Dr. Turner, who lived in the camp. The Medical Tent was no more and instead the doctor’s office and their cache of medical supplies were now housed in a big log structure that had been tiled inside to keep it as clean and sanitary as possible. Patrick was happy to be rid of guard duties these days, working alongside Dr. Turner to watch over the health and well-being of the campers.

There weren’t many tents left nowadays either. They had a bunch stored away in case the camp ended up with a big influx of new campers and temporary housing was needed. But most people lived in log cabins of varying sizes, dotted over the two and a half square miles of the camp. There were well over five hundred people in the camp now, since amalgamating the four other camps. They also had a reputation for being a prosperous, strong community, so people tended to migrate there as well - which continued to add to their numbers.

Now, after the meeting with the Deerling camp, they’d be adding another ninety-six people to their ranks, inflating their population to nearly seven hundred people. Dean was worried about the fact that he’d made the decision to absorb the smaller camp without consulting the council this time.

The council was a group made up of eight other people besides Dean. Sam and Y/N were on it, as well as Brandy, Risa, Dr. Turner, and three other campers who were there representing the hunters, the farmers and the builders.

Day-to day decisions were still handled by Dean, but he relied on the council for other bigger decisions - taking their thoughts, ideas and opinions into account before he ultimately made a decision. Agreeing to take in another flock of people and develop another thirty acres of land was definitely one of those big decisions he’d normally take to the council, which was why, Sam knew, Dean had been second guessing his unilateral decision to say yes to Deerling’s request.

Sam shook his head at his brother as he answered Dean’s worry again. “Dean, you acted out of generosity, the council will understand. I can vouch for the fact that those campers need a lot of help very quickly. Those kids were starving, you could see that.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, I know, but I just brought the camp more strain on resources with no benefits.”

Sam shrugged. “Well, there’s the land.”

Dean scoffed. “Yeah, unfarmable land that’s separated from us by almost eighty miles. And Brisbane camp sits between us and Deerling, and they already think we’re trying to take them over. Joining with a group on the other side of them is gonna make them even more suspicious and possibly turn them unfriendly.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “I should have consulted the council.”

“Dean, there’s no way the council would have opted to just let a bunch of kids and sick people die. They’re definitely going to agree with your decision, and this way you’ve simply ensured that we can get food and medicine out to them by tomorrow instead of making them wait days for it. Trust me, you made the right decision.”

Dean grunted his response, still unsure.

Sam slapped the back of his hand against Dean’s shoulder. “Now, I’m gonna go talk with the Doc about getting supplies together and coming out there with me tomorrow. Will you talk with Brandy later about food?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah.” A smile finally lit his face. “And then I’m goin’ home.”

Sam smiled and opened his door to climb out of the Impala. “Good plan. Give Y/N and the kids a kiss for me.”

Dean climbed out too and slammed his door behind him. He called Sam back as his brother began to walk away.

“We should also figure out a time and day to have a sit down with the new leader from Brisbane, talk with her about our intentions regarding Deerling. She’s tough, but she seems more approachable and level-headed than their last leader. Maybe we can convince her we’re not looking to take anything over.”

Sam nodded. “That’s a good idea.”

Dean frowned. “What’s her name again?”

“Eileen Leahy.”

Dean noticed his brother’s cheeks turn pink and he immediately turned back into an annoying big brother, his grin wide.

“Right, right, you met with her alone last time. She’s cute, huh? Something we should know? Maybe you should invite her over to our place for dinner next week. We can have our little sit down conversation then. What do you think?”

Sam had already turned and started walking away. “You’re an idiot!” He called back over his shoulder. But Dean made a mental note to tell Y/N all about it later.

With Y/N firmly in mind he started out across the camp. Their cabin was situated on top of a low hill in the Southwest section of the camp, not all that far from where their old red tent used to sit.

They’d built their cabin when they came back to Chitaqua eight years ago after helping to set up the research facility. The vaccine was still a year away, but they’d done all they could do and they were ecstatic that after two years of traveling back and forth from camp, gathering doctors, researchers and searching for other psychic kids, (they’d only found two others) and after Y/N had given gallons of her blood to science, they could finally come home for good.

Not long after returning home, Y/N realized she was pregnant and Dean became obsessed with building them a beautiful home. It was around that time that the camps had all joined together and building homes for everyone became a priority of the camp.

The builders grew in numbers as they took on apprentices and taught them the trade so that more people in the camp could join in the work. It took almost four years of constant building, but eventually all five hundred plus campers had permanent homes.

Gotta pull the tents out for the Deerling folks, Dean thought as he walked, his mind immediately occupied with figuring out the logistics of where the new campers could stay, and how they could join in the life of the camp, once they were all healthy.

He stopped by Food Storage and spoke with Brandy as Sam had requested. And just as his brother had suspected, when he explained the situation, Brandy was one council member who was very glad he’d made the decision he had. He felt more sure now that the others would feel the same.

As Dean wound his way through camp he got stopped quite a few times, people wanting to talk with him about one concern or another. He generally pointed them in the direction of the person or group in the camp that could help them. But he also got stopped by friends wanting to say hi and talk for a moment or two.

He was happy to talk, but anxious to get home to Y/N.

He looked out towards the large school building where Y/N still taught every day. The new building had been built on the site where the main cabin had been burned down. It was even bigger than the old cabin, with six rooms for the seven teachers that worked there now.

Y/N was also the principal of the school for all intents and purposes; she and the other teachers taught over two hundred kids from ages five to sixteen. Theresa had finished school and immediately joined the staff as a teacher, working with Y/N every day and loving it. Brandy was so proud.

But Dean wasn’t surprised to see the building empty now, however; he knew it was a day off. He picked up his pace, weaving through the buildings that resided where the old tents had taken up space.

They’d greatly expanded the food storage, and had an entirely different rations system now that fresh vegetables, fruit, fish and game made up the vast majority of their diet. Brandy was still in charge and was constantly innovating to make things easier and to stretch their food as far as they could in order to feed everyone.

The former tent area also housed three large storage sheds, a small building that worked as an office/meeting space for whatever group needed to use it, and a small mill where they processed the wheat they grew - that process had included a steep learning curve, but they’d eventually made it work.

There was also a small, open area where a kind of market had popped up organically as the campers traded amongst themselves for things like homemade jewelry, homemade clothes, and other non-essentials.

He walked behind the buildings and began climbing the gently rising path that led to their cabin at the top of the hill. About halfway home he heard loud barking and looked up to see their seven year old Bernese-Husky cross, Clifford, bounding towards him, the way he usually did when any of the family came home.

“Hey, boy.” Dean said softly, scratching him behind the ears. “Miss me?”

Clifford barked happily in answer and ran ahead and then back to where Dean stood, obviously urging him on towards home. Dean laughed and sped up, chasing after the big dog who sometimes still acted like a puppy.

As the path through the trees ended, opening up into their wide front yard, Dean sighed deeply. “Home sweet home.” He murmured.

Even though he'd been away less than two days, he was still so happy to be home. He felt the peace that filled him up every time he stepped around the last bend in the path and caught sight of their home in the distance.

The way smoke curled lazily from the chimney and the scent of something delicious wafted through the half open Dutch door, never failed to make him ache to get his arms around his wife and bask in her light. Dean shook his head at his sentimental thoughts, but hurried his pace to get inside.

As he drew closer however, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye and he turned his head to see his son walking East, coming out from behind the house. Dean figured he was heading over to his friend Freddie's, and he was about to continue on into the cabin, but then he noticed what his eight-year-old was holding in his hand.

“Gabriel Eric Winchester!”

Dean's voice bellowed out, freezing the young boy where he stood. Dean strode towards him, anger clear on his face. To the boy's credit, even when he turned and saw his father's anger, he still walked forward slowly, until he was standing directly in front of him.

The gun he held, however, was tucked just behind his back, as though he was hoping Dean hadn't noticed it.

Dean held his hand out. “Give that to me this second.”

Gabe's face fell and he brought the gun forward reluctantly, dropping it onto Dean's palm.

Dean immediately checked to make sure the small, .38 caliber, Smith and Wesson revolver was unloaded and when he saw it was, he held it in his fist, directly in front of Gabe's eyes.

“What the hell do you think you're doing with this?”

His son's eyes were wide and they got watery quickly.

He shrugged. “I was just gonna bring it to Freddie's. Josh said he could teach us to shoot.” He said, referring to his friend’s older brother. “Just cans on a fence.” He was quick to reassure Dean.

“And did you ask your mother if you could remove a gun from the weapons chest?” Dean asked, already well aware of the answer.

Gabe shook his head. “No.” He said quietly.

“How did you get it?” Dean asked brusquely.

Gabriel’s voice was still soft as he admitted what he’d done. “I grabbed it yesterday when mom took out a rifle to scare away some raccoons that were trying to get into the compost. Josh said he could teach us if we had guns. So when I saw it last night I just…” He trailed off as he looked up at Dean's face.

“So what you're telling me,” Dean said quietly, “is that while your mother's back was turned you STOLE a gun and planned to use it without asking either of us for permission.”

Gabe's tears spilled down his cheek at his father's disappointed tone and accurate words. He nodded and then sniffed.

“I'm sorry.” He said thickly.

Dean crouched down so he could look his son in the eye. “Gabe, a gun is not a toy. I thought you knew this. It's not something to mess around with or use on a whim. It is a weapon. It's incredibly dangerous. If you'd gone off and started shooting, even just at cans, you could have seriously hurt or killed yourself or your friends. Do you understand me?”

Gabe nodded but bit his lip. “But you carry a gun.” He said, pointing to the ever present gun strapped to Dean’s thigh. “And you started using guns when you were even younger than me. I heard you talking about it to mom before. And I…” He sniffled again. “I just wanted to be like you.”

Dean sighed and shook his head. “Oh, buddy, I want you to be so much more than me. Your mom and I, we've worked really hard to make things better for you guys, to make the world safer so that when you grow up, hopefully you won’t have to walk around with a gun strapped to you at all times. It’s my job to protect the people in this camp. That’s why I carry a gun, and why I sometimes carry a rifle. But that’s not your job. Your job is to just be a little boy.”

Dean saw Gabriel pout a bit about being called a little boy. He smiled gently and squeezed his son’s shoulders. “Trust me, buddy, you should enjoy being a kid, don’t try to grow up too quickly.”

Gabe nodded begrudgingly and Dean pulled his son in for a hug. After a moment, he pulled back from him and stood up straight again, before nodding towards the cabin. “Go to your room now until supper, and when you come out, you’ll owe your mother an apology for going behind her back. Also, nothing but school and home for a week, do you understand?”

Gabe looked like he wanted to argue, but thought better of it when Dean gave him a stern look. “Yes, sir.” He said in acceptance and turned to run into the cabin.

“Gabriel!” Dean called. When his son turned back, the tear tracks on his grubby cheeks still visible, Dean spoke quietly but with conviction. “I love you and that’s why I know you can do better.”

Gabe’s face lost some of its forlorn look and he gave Dean a slightly awkward smile, lightly banging his fist against the side of his leg. “Love you too, Dad.” He said quickly before bolting for the house.

Dean shook his head and slipped the gun into his inside jacket pocket. He’d have to have a few more conversations with his son about gun safety and responsibility, but he was confident he could drill the dangers into him.

He walked up the stairs to the front door, more than ready to see Y/N and his girls. When he walked inside, however, he could hear voices coming from behind the kitchen door, and they didn’t sound very happy.

He pushed open the swinging door and saw Y/N and Emma inside. Y/N’s face lit up. “Dean!” She said happily as she saw him and crossed to the door to pull him down for a kiss.

“Ew.” Emma said.

It was the standard reaction from all of their kids when they kissed in front of them. Emma had a hand over her eyes as Dean finished the kiss and looked over to where she stood by the sideboard that held all their plates, cups and glasses.

“You can look now, kiddo, we’re all finished.” Dean told her with a grin. “For the moment.”

Emma rolled her eyes and made Dean chuckle. Y/N frowned up at him. “Did I hear you yelling at Gabe?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, gotta talk to you about that, but you guys sounded angry when I came in. Anything wrong?”

Y/N looked at Emma and shrugged. “I’ve been telling Emma that she needs to invite her new friend for dinner.”

Dean’s brow wrinkled as he looked at Emma. “You don’t want to bring your friend over for dinner?”

Emma looked at Y/N with frustration, clearly annoyed that she’d told Dean anything.

Dean tried again. “What’s going on kiddo, since when don’t you want us to meet your friends? Who is it, by the way? Didn’t realize any new kids had started at the school.”

Y/N shook her head. “Jeffrey’s not a new student, he’s just a new…friend.” She said meaningfully.

Dean caught on and his face immediately dissolved into a scowl. “Oh.” He said without enthusiasm, crossing his arms over his chest.

“See?” Emma barked out, pointing at Dean, but talking to Y/N. “I told you this is how he’d be!!”

“What?” Dean asked defensively. “What are you talking about?”

Emma folded her arms, her posture and scowl mirroring Dean’s. “You get like this every time I bring a boy home, even when he’s absolutely just a friend. You scare the shit out of them!”

“Emma!” Y/N said, reprimanding her for her language..

But Dean just scoffed. “I don’t know what you mean. How do I scare them?”

Emma glared at him. “You interrogate them, Daddy, you know you do.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Come on, if they’re too freaked out to answer a few simple questions then-”

“Simple questions?” Emma interrupted with a humorless laugh. “When I invited Timothy Sutherland over here you forced him to sit down and answer a thousand questions about his family, his background, where he grew up, what his plans were when we finished school. He ran out of here and never looked back.”

Dean threw his arms out. “Do you really wanna date a loser like that anyway? Who can’t even answer a couple questions?”

“Ugh!” Emma stomped her foot and stormed out the back door.

Silence reigned for a moment when Emma left before Y/N turned towards Dean, giving him a tilted smile. “So, welcome home!” She said in a would-be cheerful voice..

Dean sighed as he pulled her back into his arms and kissed the top of her head. They enjoyed the simple peace of each other’s embrace for a few minutes before Y/N spoke.

“What happened with Gabe?” She asked.

“He stole a gun and was gonna go shoot cans with Josh and Freddie Young.”

“What?” Y/N shouted, pulling back to look into Dean’s face.

He nodded. “Yeah, but don’t worry, I handled it. He’s in his room till supper and he’s grounded for a week. And I talked to him about how dangerous guns were. I have more conversations planned around the subject for the near future.”

Y/N shook her head before laying it back on Dean’s chest. “Good lord.”

After a couple minutes Y/N pulled away and poured them each a cup of coffee. They settled beside each other at the wooden table and instinctively linked fingers.

Dean took a sip of coffee and sighed. “I don’t really interrogate all her boyfriends, do I?”

Y/N pursed her lips. “Well, she’s never actually had a real boyfriend. And I don’t think that's because boys don’t want to date her. She’s smart and kind, beautiful and well-liked. So…” She shrugged. “It seems probable that the boys who like her are just too intimidated by her father - you know, the legend who fought monsters, Croats, angels, and WON - the soldier that leads the camp, wears a gun, and asks scary questions, all while donning a very good mean-face.”

Dean exhaled loudly, but before he could respond, their youngest child came bouncing into the room. She was just six years old, and looked so much like Emma at that age that it sometimes caught Dean off guard.

But she was definitely her own little bundle of energy. Having never known hunger or hardship, she was all bright smiles and busy excitement. It seemed as though she’d been born smiling and simply hadn't stopped. Very little bothered her, and she was absolutely spoiled by the entire family, including their found family members in the camp.

Everyone loved Hope.

“Daddy, you’re home!” Hope shouted as she jumped into his lap.

“Oof.” He grunted as she landed hard on some sensitive places. “Hey sweetheart!” He said, slightly out of breath.

“I missed you. Mommy said you might not come home until tomorrow, but I said that you would come home quick because you like to be home and you don’t like to stay away. Right?”

He nodded, trying to keep up with her racing words. “Yeah, baby, I love to be home.”

Before his sentence was ended Hope was on to her next thought. “I saw Emmie running out the back door and I tried to talk to her, but she looked mad. She was sitting on the tree swing in the back and I wanted a turn, so I told her to push me, but she just helped me on the swing and then she left to walk through the front yard and leave. And when I tried to follow her, she told me not to leave the yard and to go inside and see you cause you were back. So, I did.” She paused for breath before asking, “Why was Emmie mad?”

Y/N answered. “It’s nothing sweet pea. Why don’t you help me make supper? You can shuck the corn.”

Hope clapped her hands. “Yes, I want to pull all the strings off.”

Y/N held her daughter’s hand as she hopped off of Dean’s lap, and then leaned forward to kiss Dean slowly.

“Ew.” Hope said, shielding her eyes as her sister had.

Y/N smiled against Dean’s lips and whispered to him. “Go talk to your daughter.”

Dean nodded and stood up, bending to kiss Hope’s shiny chestnut curls on the crown of her head. “Hey, promise me something short one.” He said, continuing when she looked up at him. “Promise you’ll take a really long time to grow up, okay?”

She smiled at him, cheeks round and rosy. “Okay, daddy.”

He winked at Y/N who smiled indulgently. “She promises.”

***

Dean instinctively knew where he’d find his oldest child. She coped with stress and frustration the same way he did, the way he’d taught her to.

He walked through the door of the garage and sure enough, there was Emma, wearing old, blue coveralls that were too big for her, and bent over the hood of the little Chevy hatchback that sat next to the Impala. He knew she heard him come in, but she didn’t say anything, just kept working.

Dean hopped up on Baby’s hood and waited for her to be ready to talk. Eventually, she caved and looked over at him, her face slightly shuttered and a little hard to read. “Hi.” She said simply.

He smiled at her. “Hey kiddo.” He nodded at the open hood she was under. “How are things looking? Still need a new oil pan?”

Emma shook her head. “No, I replaced that last week. Risa found me one in the back of the storage shed.”

“Good.” Dean said. They were both quiet as Emma leaned back in and continued working.

After a moment she cleared her throat. “Looks like I’m gonna need new brake pads though. Think we could go to Lowry’s and see what he’s got.” She asked, referring to a guy in Brisbane who collected car parts and often traded with them.

“Sure. I’ll be busy for the next day or so. But we can go after that. One day after school?” He asked.

Emma nodded and stood up, wiping her hands on the rag she had stuffed in her pocket. She was quiet as she slammed the hood closed and then stepped out of the coveralls and hung them up on the hook beside the door.

She wandered over to Baby and hoisted herself up beside Dean on the hood. After a moment she leaned her head onto his shoulder. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, Dad. I’m glad you’re home.”

Dean lifted his arm so she could snuggle closer, and then wrapped it tightly around her shoulders, squeezing her into his side.

“No, you don’t have to apologize, baby. Apparently I’ve been unconsciously scaring away the tons of boys who would otherwise be beating down our door. Though, if I’m being completely truthful, it probably wasn’t entirely unconscious. Cause I just know not a one of them is gonna be good enough for you.”

Emma chuckled. “I don’t think it’s tons of boys, Daddy. And I’m not interested in a bunch of boys. I’m interested in Jeffery. And I really do want you to meet him. I think if you give him a chance you’d like him. He’s really sweet and funny and just…” She sighed. “I just like him.”

Dean squeezed her again and felt his chest constrict with love and bittersweet memories, remembering how she used to crawl into his lap and let him read her to sleep. Those days were long gone, but she was still that little girl to him and she probably always would be. But he knew she was growing up and he needed to loosen his grip, at least a little.

So he sighed now and nodded. “Okay, kiddo. If you like him, I’m sure I’ll like him too. So, invite him over for dinner one evening and I swear to keep my questions to a minimum and be perfectly cordial.”

Emma laughed. “I don’t know if cordial is ever a word I’d use to describe you, Dad. Let’s just try to leave out the death stares.”

***

That evening after dinner, it was Gabe and Hope’s turn to do dishes. Gabriel washed and Hope dried with some assistance from Dean. As they were finishing up, Keisha and Julianne showed up on their doorstep asking if Emma was free to go for a walk around camp.

Y/N nodded when Emma looked to her for permission. “That’s fine. Be home before dark. Oh, here.” She said to the twins, grabbing a bag and passing it to them. “Take these home to your mom, it's the dress patterns she loaned me.”

Keisha went to take it, but Y/N pulled it back. “On second thought, nevermind. I’ll bring it to her tomorrow afternoon. Gives me a reason to visit and gossip.”

The girls all laughed and then waved as they headed out the door. Dean had to smile as they walked away, their high pitched voices and giggles floating back to them on a breeze. Some things hadn’t changed and he was grateful.

Gabe went to his room to read, since he was housebound for the next while. Hope played with some well loved and worn out dolls for a little bit before they took her to her room and put her to bed. They tucked Gabe in not long after, and then took their coffee cups out onto their little front porch and sat in one of the big Adirondack chairs that Dean and Sam had built three years ago.

Y/N settled happily into Dean’s lap, her hands cupped around her warm mug. The late spring air was soft and warm, and the sounds of the camp drifted up the hill towards them. They listened contentedly for a little while as Clifford came out of the house and flopped down on Dean’s feet.

They talked about the kids and they talked about the Deerling camp; they talked about Sam, and Y/N admonished Dean for teasing him about Eileen.

“Be nice.” She scolded. “I hope he will bring her to dinner. If he likes her, I mean.”

They talked about anything and everything, and as the sun began to set, Emma came up the path and smiled as she saw her parents cuddled together in one chair. As much as she rolled her eyes and hid her face when they started getting kissy, she loved how much they loved each other. And she knew she’d never settle for anything less than what they had together.

She told them goodnight and went inside, Clifford rising slowly to follow her and sleep at the end of her bed as he did every night.

Soon the fireflies were buzzing loudly and the camp was getting quiet, so Dean stood up with Y/N still in his arms, leaving their coffee cups to sit on the porch until morning. She laughed as her husband carried her effortlessly into their bedroom.

He set her on her feet and locked the door before he buried his hands in her hair and pulled her to him, crushing her lips beneath his own. Y/N moaned softly and immediately pulled off his flannel shirt and yanked his t-shirt over his head so she could spread her hands across the wide expanse of his still beautifully muscled torso.

“God I missed you.” She breathed, even though it had only been one night. “I hate when you go away.”

He smiled against her skin as he stripped her down to her bra and panties. “Missed you too, sweetheart. Promise not to go anywhere ever again.”

Y/N laughed at his impossible promise as he lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He continued kissing her as he crossed the room and lowered her to the bed. She wouldn’t let go of him and pulled him down on top of her.

Dean chuckled at her hold on him and then mouthed his way down her body, licking and nipping at her skin. Ten years later she still had the ability to make him instantly hard and aching for her.

They spent most of the night making up for the one they’d been apart. In the darkest part of the night they found light and life in each other’s arms and fell asleep knowing tomorrow would dawn bright and busy - filled with responsibilities, joy, love and most of all…

…hope.

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“call me as soon as you land so I know you made it safely.” Stella says giving me one last hug.

“I will.” I said squeezing her.

I was boarding my flight to California to see my mom. I thought that Jensen would have at least said goodbye, but he was really busy and I understood that. It wasn’t a terribly long flight to Santa Cruz, I kept my mind occupied with a book. As soon as I got off the plane I saw a familiar face waiting for me. I smiled dropping my bag and ran to hug my mother.

“look at you, you look so different.” my mom said placing a hand to my cheek.

“mom it hasn’t been that long.” I laughed.

“I know, I just mean you look happier, you’re glowing different.” she smiles.

I returned her grin grabbing my stuff and following her to the car.

“Richard is so excited to meet you.”

“you look happier too mom.”

I pulled out my phone to text Stella as I had promised. I furrowed my eyebrows seeing I had a missed called from Jensen. I quickly dialed him.

“thought you forgot about me for some surfer dude already.” He joked as he answered.

“a surfer dude? nah that’s not really my type, I prefer the uptight actors turned businessmen.” I shot back.

“woah woah I am not uptight.”

“just a little.”

“not at all.” He defended.

“whatever you say Ackles.”

there was a moment of silence.

“I uh wanted to tell you to have a good time with your mom, I meant to call but I’ve been trying to negotiate this deal for a new property but uh she’s not biting.”

“she?” I said hesitantly.

“the seller, she’s kind of stubborn, reminds me of someone else I know.”

“I am not stubborn.” I defended quickly.

“just a little.” He laughs mocking me from just seconds earlier.

“okay maybe a little.” I laughed.

His laughter grew too.

“but I can admit my flaws.” I huffed.

“yeah I think I’ll save that conversation for another time, but hey I gotta go, meeting in five minutes.”

“Jensen?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks”

“Say hi to your mom for me.” He said before hanging up the phone.

I could feel the smile on my face get just a bit bigger. He was trying.

Before I knew it we were pulling in to the driveway of my mom’s house. A man stood there waving at me. I watched my mom hop out wrapping her arms around Richard. He leaned down kissing her lips. I was really happy for her. I got out of the car walking to him.

“I’m so happy to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you, I’m Richard.” He said pulling me in for a hug.

I was nine when my father passed, I remembered him fondly. He was warm and kind. Richard kind of reminds me of him. I could tell I was going to like him. Once I got settled we had dinner, my mom and Richard were telling me the story of how they met. They looked so happy. So in love.

I thought back to Jensen. I wasn’t sure where we stood, we’re we dating, we’re we truly just friends with benefits?I was trying to be patient like Jared said but it was really hard when I felt like he was holding a lot back. I found the more I was with him, the harder it was getting to stay away. I was falling in love with him, and that scared the hell out of me.

Nightfall had come quickly. I said goodnight to my mom and Richard, settling down for the night. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jensen. I pulled out my phone sending him a text.

:california is boring without you… but lately everywhere is boring with you.

I bit my lip waiting for a reply. When it didn’t come right away I started to overthink. Was I getting too close? Was that too clingy? I saw the chat bubbles pop up as he typed a reply.

:having dinner with the seller tonight, hoping to finish deal.

:oh, like just you and her?

:don’t worry about it.

I sighed setting my phone on the night stand. Once again he pushes away when I try to get close. My phone buzzed on the side table prompting me to pick it up. I saw it was Jensen calling. I didn’t bother to answer. He told me not to worry, so I wasn’t.

****************************************************

I awoke to the warm California sun shining in to my eyes. I checked my phone seeing three missed calls from Jensen. I sighed about to redial him when my mom burst in to the room.

“get dressed, we’re going to the country club for breakfast, they have the best mimosas you’ve ever tasted!”

I laughed at her antics.

Jensen could wait. I needed a drink.

I threw on a simple sundress meeting my mom in the car. I took in the beautiful sights as she drove. I had never been to a country club before, but this place was pretty nice. We sat down ordering two mimosas.

“so, tell me about this guy.” my mom smiled sipping her drink.

Of course she wanted to talk about Jensen.

“what do you want to know?” I asked taking large gulps of mine.

Damn these were good.

“I don’t know, everything.”

I scoffed choking back a laugh. So would I.

“Uh there’s not much to know, he’s kind of closed off.” I said before chewing my bottom lip.

“what do you mean darling?”

“I mean, it’s complicated mama, one minute everything’s great and the next he shuts down. It’s like he’s afraid of me getting too close, so he pushes me away.”

I sighed chugging the rest of my drink. I definitely needed this.

“maybe he is, did I ever tell you that your dad was engaged when I met him?”

“no, what happened!?”

“long story short she ended up cheating on him, he was broken, he couldn’t trust anyone, not even me. It took awhile to break down his walls, but I knew your dad was special, so I kept trying. If you think this Jensen is worth it keep trying.”

I was quiet as I took in her words.

“I think I’m going to need another one of these.” I laughed holding up my empty glass.

A waiter brought me another mimosa. I took a big sip pulling out my phone to call Jensen back. Suddenly a text came through making me choke on my drink.

:might want to go easy on those mimosas, don’t want a repeat of last time you drank.

“holy shit.”

“what’s a matter honey?”

“It’s Jensen, he’s here.” I choked.

At my words Jensen walked up in his usual suit and tie attire.

“what? how?” I asked sitting my drink down.

I could see my mom smirk as she looked up at him.

“Ma’am it’s a pleasure to meet you, Jensen Ackles.” he said shaking my mother’s hand.

“nice to meet you.” she said.

she looked between me and Jensen.

“I’ll give you a minute.”

I watched her walk away before turning to him.

“what are you doing here?” I asked picking up my drink again sipping it.

“you didn’t answer my calls, I thought something happened to you.”

“no Jensen that was called me ignoring you.” I said rolling my eyes.

“okay I deserved that.”

“how was your dinner?” I sassed.

“very productive and professional, I closed the deal.” He said laughing at my jealousy.

“well then congratulations I guess.”

“and I’m here to take you out to celebrate.”

“wait what?”

“just come with me, I promise you won’t regret it.” He said offering his hand.

“where too?”

“It’s a surprise.” He laughed.

“I think I met my quota on surprises. Plus I can’t just leave my mom.” I spoke.

“of course you can…” she said popping up out of nowhere.

“of course you can.” Jensen repeated once again extending his hand.

I looked between him and my mother heaving a sigh as I grabbed his hand.

“I promise to have her back before dinner.” Jensen said winking at my mom.

He led me out to a rental car, I was surprised to see Cole waiting with the door open.

“you brought Cole too?” I asked giving Cole a smile.

“Ms. (L/N).” He said nodding his head as I climbed in the backseat.

“I mean he does work for me.” Jensen laughed.

“Poor Cole.” I smirked as Jensen rolled his eyes at my teasing.

Cole started to drive. It was quiet as Jensen rested a hand on my knee. I can’t believe he came all this way to see me.

“Jensen why did you come here?” I asked biting my lip.

“Ouch you’re not happy to see me? Is it the surfer dude? It is isn’t it?” He jokes turning towards me.

“you know I’m always happy to see you, I’m just surprised is all.”

“I told you to celebrate.” He said not meeting my eyes.

“you came all this way to celebrate.?” I asked not believing him.

“yeah, a good thing happened to me and I wanted to share that with you.” He said simply.

I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest.

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever told me.” I said smiling.

“Yeah well don’t get used to it.” He smirked.

I playfully slapped his chest. I looked out the window as the car stopped.

“a dock?” I questioned.

“come on.” He smiled pulling me out of the car.

I saw a big yacht docked in the water.

“we’re going on that?” I asked smiling.

“yep.” He said pulling me onboard.

He pulled me on deck letting me look around. I had never been on a boat before so this was a new experience for me. Jensen disappeared down in the cabin, trading his suit and tie for just a pair of board shorts.

I swallowed looking at his toned chest. I had seen him naked already but somehow it still always got me flustered. He smirked at me before going to the wheel.

“wait you’re sailing this thing? I laughed coming to stand beside him.

“yep, and you’re going to help me.” He smiled starting to depart from the dock.

“I don’t think you want me to help, I mean do you want to crash?” I joked.

“It’s okay, it’s a private bay, can’t crash into the water.” He said.

The boat picked up speed as he sailed further and further into the bay. I felt so at peace as the wind blew through my hair. I couldn’t fight the smile that I donned. I noticed Jensen watching me intently.

“come on, you’re taking the wheel.” Jensen said pulling me in front of him.

“no I can’t.” I laughed nervously.

“I got you don’t worry.” He said placing a soft kiss to my neck.

He put his hands on top of mine, showing me how to sail the ship.

“Jensen don’t let go.” I laughed.

“I have too, you’ll be fine.”

Jensen moved his hands settling them around my waist as he held me against him.

“Oh my gosh I’m doing it!”

He laughed pecking my cheek. He took the wheel again slowing the boat to a stop. I walked to the edge looking at the beautifully calm water. Jensen came to my side, climbing over the railing and standing over the edge.

“what are you doing?”

“swimming.” He said jumping off in to the water below.

He submerged only for a second before popping back up.

“well what are you waiting for?” He asked calling up to me.

“you’re crazy.” I yelled.

“please for me?” He called smiling.

I bit my lip, finally letting my secret slip.

“don’t laugh, but I can’t swim.” I said my cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

He didn’t laugh.

“Don’t worry I got you.” He said for the second time today.

I sighed shaking my head before pulling my sundress over my head so I was just in my bra and underwear. I nervously looked at the water.

Was I really doing this?

I closed my eyes jumping in feet first. In an instant my body was engulfed in the cool water. I panicked momentarily before I felt warm hands go to my waist. Jensen smiled as he pulled me towards him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as we floated in the water.

“see you’re okay.” He said holding me up.

“you’re crazy.” I laughed my hands gripping his broad shoulders.

“Me? You’re the one jumping in to the ocean when you don’t know how to swim.” He joked giving me a wink.

“I find that my logic usually goes out the window with you Mr. Ackles.” I whispered.

“is this more?” He asked bringing a hand up to cup my cheek.

“huh?”

“At Jared’s you told me that you needed more, is this more?” He furrowed his eyebrows like he was really concerned what my answer would be.

I thought back to that day. I didn’t think he was really listening to me, but it turns out I was very wrong.

“so much more.” I smiled wrapping my arms around him and hugging him.

I pulled back to see him staring at me.

“what is it?” I asked feeling a blush come to my cheeks.

“I just like seeing you smile.” He whispered looking in my eyes.

I swallowed nervously as his gaze shifted between my eyes and my lips. He leaned in resting his forehead against mine. I could hear his breathing become shaky. He gulped as he moved his lips a little closer. I parted mine waiting and desperate for the contact but he quickly pulled away looking embarrassed.

“I’m sorry I can’t, just not right now.” He said turning his face away from me.

I grabbed his chin quickly making him face me again.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize.” I said running a hand across the back of his neck.

I could see behind his eyes that someone really hurt him, it killed me to not know.

“what was her name?” I asked hesitantly.

He didn’t answer just swallowed nervously.

“who did this to you? who made you feel like this?” I asked getting emotional.

“It’s in the past now. Come on it’s getting late, we should start heading back. He said swimming over to the ladder at the side of the boat.

He helped me on, pushing me up so I could pull myself out of the water. He pulled himself up with ease going back to the wheel. I sighed pulling my sundress back on. Jensen was silent as he sailed us back to the dock. I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around him, leaving a trail of kisses on his back up to his neck. Once we docked the boat Jensen turned around in my arms pulling me in to a bone crushing hug.

We stood there a minute in each others embrace.

“thank you for this, and for not making fun of my inability to swim.” I said offering him a smile.

He chuckled a little. He opened his mouth to reply but his phone ringing caught him off guard. He quickly answered, eyebrows furrowing with worry at whoever was talking.

“yeah, okay I’ll be right there.” He spoke before hanging up.

“everything okay?” I asked concerned.

“yeah just something came up at work.” He said grabbing my hand.

“come on Cole can drop you back at your moms house.”

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“are you sure you can’t stay one more day sweetheart?” my mom asked as she hugged me for what seemed like the millionth time.

“I wish I could mama.” I said giving her a kiss on her cheek.

I pulled away wrapping my arms around Richard.

“take care of her for me won’t you?” I whispered in his ear.

“of course darling.”

I gave my mother one last hug before boarding my plane. It was another quiet plane ride. I was exhausted and just ready to be home. I was surprised to find Cole standing in the airport holding a sign with my name on it.

“did you think I wouldn’t recognize you Cole?” I asked laughing.

“Mr. Ackles requests your presence at his estate.” Cole said taking my bag from me and leading me out to his car.

“Is everything okay, what’s going on?” I asked nervously.

“I’m afraid I can’t discuss anything Ms. (L/N).”

“Is Jensen okay?” I panicked.

“He’s a little preoccupied I’m afraid.”

I got sick with nerves as we drove to his house. Everything seemed fine when he left. I jumped out of the car before Cole could bring it to a complete stop, running inside.

“Jensen?” I called.

I was relieved to see him sitting on the stairs, hunched over with something in his lap. I walked over closer to him.

“Jensen?” I said placing a hand on his arm.

He quickly shrugged it off, standing up and glaring at me.

“what’s going on?”

“you tell me.” He growled dropping a newspaper at my feet.

I picked it up, shocked to see Jensen and I on the front page. We were standing on the yacht wrapped up in each other. It wasn’t just that but under the picture was my name printed clearly.

“so the paparazzi caught us..?” I asked trying to understand the situation.

“It was a private bay they shouldn’t have been able to, unless of course someone tipped them off.” He said glaring at me.

Did he seriously think I would do something like that?

“Jensen you can’t be serious, I didn’t even know where we were going how could I have possibly done that?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

“I don’t know (y/n) how did they get all that information in the paper huh? How did they know I introduced you to the cast? How did they know I won’t kiss you huh? How did they know about our arrangement? HOW DID THEY KNOW?” He yelled in my face.

I shrunk back as he raised his voice. I never did well with people raising their voice at me, but when he did it, it felt like knives going into my chest.

“I don’t know but I didn’t say anything Jensen I swear.” I pleaded, tears running down my cheeks.

“God I’m so stupid. You’re just like her. Fuck.” Jensen growls grabbing a vase of flowers angrily hurling it against the wall.

The vase shatters on impact making me jump.

“Jensen please you have to believe me.” I begged reaching my hand out but he stopped me.

“you’re just like her.” He said the hurt evident in his eyes.

“Jensen I have no clue what you’re talking about because you don’t tell me ANYTHING. I’ve tried to be understanding but this is crazy. I would never sell you out to some sleazy journalist.” I yelled feeling my emotions on overload.

“I think you should leave.” He said sitting back on the stairs and putting his head in his hands.

I could feel my heart breaking.

“I’m falling in love with you.” I whispered desperately wiping some tears that fell.

He glances up at me quickly before glancing back down.

“well you shouldn’t, this was never a relationship.” He huffed.

“If I walk out that door I’m not coming back.” I said taking a shaky breath, the tears flowing like a waterfall.

He didn’t respond, just continued to stare at the floor. So I did the last thing I wanted to do.

I left.

I left without another word, without looking back.

I left.

Author Note:

I’m so sorry for breaking your heart! Butttt we’re getting a glance in to why Jensen is the way he is! We ain’t done yet so please stick around for more! And as always if you’re enjoying please let me know with a heart, reblog, comment or a follow!

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cheynovak · 25 days

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A new addiction - Part 2

Jensen Ackles x F/reader (Y/N)

Warning: 18+, nothing too graphic but still, age difference, Open relationship

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Let's make it very clear I don't want to denigrate, break up or talk bad about Danneel, their relationship or family. I love them and wish both all the happiness.

This story is pure fiction. Have fun!

-> A new addiction masterlist <-

Story: Recap.

Jensen and Danneel are going through a difficult time in their relationship. After being together for so long and married for 14 years the excitement and sexual tension is gone.

After going to marriage counseling Danneel had the idea of trying a semi-open relationship, each choosing 3 persons they are allowed to experiment with.

And guess who is on Jensen's list…

Morning After

The sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Y/N stirred, her eyelids heavy with sleep. As she blinked away the remnants of dreams, memories of the previous night flooded back. She glanced beside her to find Jensen, still asleep, his features softened by the morning light.

Their clothes lay scattered across the floor, a silent testament to the passion shared just hours before. Y/N couldn't help but smile, tracing the contours of Jensen's face with her eyes. The events of the night replayed in her mind like scenes from a movie. They had been drawn together by an undeniable chemistry. Building up for weeks, months on end.

Their conversations flowed effortlessly, laughter always filling the air. Leaving each other longing for more without being able to say it. But now, in the quiet of the morning, a different kind of intimacy enveloped them. Y/N reached out to gently brush a lock of hair from his forehead, marvelling at the vulnerability that sleep brought. She felt a surge of affection for this man lying beside her, a feeling she couldn't quite put into words.

As Jensen began to stir, his eyes fluttering open, her heart skipped a beat. He smiled sleepily, his gaze meeting hers with warmth and tenderness. In that moment, everything felt right. They lingered in bed just a little longer before they finally rose to greet the day, facing the reality. Y/N knew that the memories of this night would stay with her forever, a reminder of the magic found in unexpected moments of connection.

Troubled with guilt she took a quick shower after Jensen had already freshened up. Seeing how he was already dressed, waiting for her to say goodbye. Y/N walked out of the shower with a towel covering her body. Jensen's eyes carried the same guilt like her.

“How are you feeling?” She asked. “I'm not sure… I enjoyed it, but…” He didn't finish his sentence. “I know, I feel the same.” He didn't understand why she would feel guilt. “Why would you?” - “I think as a woman, you need to have a code. Like don't sleep with a married man.” Jensen took a deep breath.

“Well, we have an open relationship… so guess that makes up for it… right?” Y/N didn't answer that “Jay… if you don't want this, if you regret it, if it makes you feel bad. Tell Danneel.” Y/N took a seat next to him in the bed. “You tell her you need monogamy, find a way to spice things up between the two of you. If that is what you need.” His green eyes looked in hers before saying “I don't know what I need. We tried so many things.” He sighs before continuing.” I thought I would feel terrible after, but I don't. I don't regret it, that is the problem.”

He took her hands in his “I want more nights like this. But you said you don't want that afraid of falling in love and I understand, you want stability relationship, but I can't give you any of that. Neither do I want to give this up.” “I just don't want to be a plan B or booty call or something Jay.” He nodded. “Can you promise me this… If you do ever change your mind, or you need a booty call.” They laughed softly “Call me please.” She kissed his lips in response. “Promise”

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Jensen's footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as he approached the door to the living room. Danneel was sitting on the couch, a book in her hands, her expression one of quiet contentment. She looked up as Jensen entered, a smile lighting up her face. "Hey, you're home early," she said, her voice warm with affection.

Jensen felt a lump form in his throat as he met her gaze, unable to bear the innocence in her eyes. How could he face her knowing what he had done hours ago. He forced himself to smile, to feign normalcy, but the guilt threatened to consume him from within. Unnecessary since they had the deal but still, feeling guilty.

As the evening wore on, Jensen found himself drowning between regret and wanting more of Y/N. He longed to tell Danneel what happened. But scared she would have some stories to tell herself. By the end of the night, while the kids were in bed he found the courage to ask her. “So eh, did you… find someone?” He asked eyes still on the tv screen. “I did. Didn't meet up yet. You?” His heart stopped for a second.

“Yeah, she eh, she agreed. Does he live close?” Danneel pauses the screen. “I thought you didn't want to know.” - ”You're right. I'm sorry.” He kissed his wife's head before leaving for the kitchen. Breaking the awkwardness between them.

Jensen lays in bed, the weight of his actions pressing down on him like a lead blanket. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but one face kept surfacing amidst the turmoil – Y/N's. Her image lingered in his thoughts, her laughter echoing in his ears like a haunting melody. As he stared up at the ceiling, Jensen couldn't shake the memory of their night together. The intimacy they shared, the passion that had ignited between them.

It was a stark contrast to the love he had for Danneel, yet in that moment, it had felt so right. Weeks went on. Jensen focused on being a dad before leaving again on press tours. He knew he would see Y/N again. Part of him wanted to see her, part of him felt bad leaving his kids again. Danneel noticed the strange behaviour in her husband but didn't think much of it.

Press tour

Jensen's heart pounded as he stepped onto the stage for the press tour, his mind still haunted by memories of Y/N. He had tried to push thoughts of her aside, to focus on his career and his marriage, but her presence lingered like a ghost in the back of his mind. As he settled into his seat, Jensen forced himself to focus on the task at hand.

But when Y/N walked onto the stage, his breath caught in his throat. She was just as beautiful as he remembered, her smile lighting up the room in a way that made his heart ache. For a moment, their eyes met, there was no anger in Y/N's eyes, no resentment or bitterness. Instead, there was a flicker of something else – kindness, caring, understanding maybe even lust? No, he had to misinterpret it.

As they began their interviews, Jensen found himself drawn to Y/N's presence, her easy laughter and quick wit a stark contrast to the tension that hung between them. They fell into a rhythm, exchanging banter and anecdotes as if no time had passed at all. But beneath the surface, there was an unspoken tension, a silent acknowledgment of the secrets they both carried. And as the press tour continued, Jensen couldn't shake the feeling that their paths were destined to cross once more.

In the quiet moments between interviews, when they were alone backstage, Jensen found himself drawn to Y/N's side. They talked of trivial things – movies, music, anything to fill the silence that hung between them – but underneath it all, there was an undeniable connection that neither could ignore.

“Are you doing the red-carpet thing tomorrow?” He asked her. “Yes, actually.” -” How about… would you like to accompany me?” That question stunned Y/N. “Danneel not going?” -”No, she's staying with the kids.” “Sure, why not.” She answered, Jensen felt his heart jump.

Jensen and Y/N stepped onto the red carpet, the flash of cameras illuminating the night sky like bursts of fireworks. As they posed for the photographers, their bodies almost touching but never quite meeting. Jensen couldn't help but feel the heat of Y/N's presence like a physical force. Her nearness sent a shiver down his spine, igniting a fire deep within him that he struggled to contain.

Their fingers brushed as they walked, sending electric shocks racing through his veins. He longed to reach out and touch her, to pull her close and lose himself in the warmth of her embrace. But he knew he couldn't, not here, not now, with the world watching their every move.

Until...

“Jensen hold her please!”

“Y/N can you turn closer to Jensen!”

“Jensen, Y/N over here! Closer. Please”

“Give him a kiss on his cheek!”

They were asking for it. The temptation was too strong to resist. Jensen found himself turning to Y/N, his heart pounding in his chest while his hand wrapped around her waist. Her hand on his shoulders while the other brushed over his. And as they reached the end of the red carpet he could feel his hand slip even a little lower.

Touching the curve of her behind, kneading soft. He looked into her eyes. Seeing how they had darkened softly bit her lip. Jensen pulled her in, his lips to her ear. "Would you like to get out of here?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Y/N's lips curved into a smile, a knowing glint in her eyes. "I'd like that," she replied, her voice low and husky.

And with that, they slipped away from the chaos of the red carpet, disappearing into a back room of the theatre, their lips melted together desperately needing to free the passion that had been building between them for so long. And as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment, Jensen knew that no matter what the future held, he would always crave the touch of Y/N's skin against his own. “I missed you.” He said under his breath while he unzipped Y/N's dress before turning her back around and placing her on a table.

Legs spread while he lowered his pants. He kissed her hard and fast. The slow burning passion they had on their first night had spread into an open fire. His fingers dipped down to her core. Feeling how wet she was made him moan. “I don't think I'm able to go slow today sweetheart.” She bit his lip. “Then don't… take fast and hard.”

The table hit the wall with every thrust. Deep breathing became moans and prayers. They way Y/N begged him to fuck her could get him over the edge. Just by hearing her sweet voice. His thrust became uneven. She pushed him away so she could kneel in front of him. Taking him in her mouth.

“Fuck Y/N…” Jensen's head fell back. Holding her close, guiding her with his large hand. “Good girl. That's it…” He breathed, repeating when he hit the back of her throat. After their quick adventure they dressed back up and got back to the party.

Hearing Karl yell. “There you are! They want one with the cast, come on!”

The paparazzi needed on last shot before they could enjoy the party. Jensen stood slightly behind Y/N, his hand wrapped again around her waist. Pressing her close to his body. While whispering in her ear. “I'm not done with you yet.” Kneading her while she looked back at him, smiling mischievous.

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Danneel sat at home, her heart heavy as she watched the footage of Jensen and Y/N on TV. The red carpet event played out before her eyes, each frame a painful reminder of the distance that had grown between her and her husband. She saw the way Jensen looked at Y/N, the longing in his eyes impossible to ignore.

She had known something was wrong, she had felt the distance between them growing with each passing day, knowing there was something on her husband's mind. But seeing it play out so publicly was a wound that cut straight to the core. She knew it was her idea to experiment but seeing how Jensen looked at Y/N reminded her of how he used to look at her.

And as the footage continued, Danneel couldn't help but wonder where it had all gone wrong. Had she been blind to the signs, too wrapped up in her own life to see the cracks forming in their relationship? Or had Jensen's heart already begun to stray long before she realized?

Maybe not even he fully realized. And did she just give him a push in the direction of a younger woman? Allowing him to feed the love he felt for another?

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I really feel inspired writing this story. Might make a few more parts, let's see how their relationship evolves.

Please, let me know what you think! Feel free to like, share or comment. Make sure you check out my masterlist.

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k-slla · 3 months

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Always and forever

A/N: I'm almost finished with my first bingo card- honestly can't believe it! Only one more square after this :)

Square filled for @jacklesversebingo : "You told me you were okay! You promised!" Will be in bold

Warnings: loss of a child, grieving, attempted suicide, lots of angst, survivor's guilt, car accident (mentioned only)

A/N2: I can only imagine the pain of having to bury your child, but losing a loved one in car accident because of a drunk driver is unfortunately far too familiar to me. Don't drink and drive.

W/C: ~2k | My Masterlist

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

All mistakes are mine. Reblogs/Likes/Comments always appreciated!

Never would have you imagined that loss of your child is something you'd ever have to go through. You wouldn't wish this upon anyone.

You and Jensen were standing now at the open door of the funeral home, with you cramped up to his hand, unable to move. Guilt, pain, shame, anger and all other negative emotions that come with grief, were crushing you from the inside. Jensen saw you struggling and pulled you against him, keeping you close. “We have to go inside. They're waiting for us.”

You didn't even bother to try and keep your tears at bay.

“I know, but..I c-can’t.. I can't move.” You looked up at your husband, who was sharing your pain, and tried his best to ease from the guilt and shame that had overcome you. He pressed his lips softly to your forehead, whispering. “I know..baby, I know, but I am here with you. Always and forever.” You felt a warm tear running down his cheek against yours.

“I just need a little more time. Little more before I say goodbye to her.” You hid your face into his neck. He hugged you tight as both of you stood still in the brisk autumn air.

You remember clearly the day you held her for the first time. As if you could ever forget that. You never believed those talks about how after giving birth you immediately forget everything after you see your baby. You never believed it to be true. How would it be possible to forget the physical pain so easily? But when you finally saw your tiny baby girl, you didn't think of the pain you went through, all that was occupying your mind was just how incredibly beautiful she was.

“Do you have a name for her yet?” Nurse next to you asked Jensen while you were still admiring the little bundle in your arms. “Aspen. Aspen Joelle Ackles.” he whispered and lightly dried his eyes from the tears. “Welcome to the world, baby Aspen.” The nurse smiled.

You laid in the bed, tired, but still smiling at Jensen when you saw him holding your daughter in his arms for skin-on-skin contact, beaming from happiness.

Both you and Jensen got used to your new roles as parents quickly. He still had to return to filming the show, but you weren't alone and he was home every weekend like clockwork. For five years your lives were perfect, until the accident that broke your little family.

He hugged you tight for the last time, and from the corner of your eye you saw all your friends and family waiting for you and Jensen to join the memorial service for your daughter. With your head held down, you walked into the room side by side with him. The silence in there was deafening, as everyone patiently waited for you to sit down.

A quick glance at the casket in the middle of the room made it almost impossible for you to keep your sobs under control. It was just heartbreakingly small.

Life is full of all kinds of twists and turns, you knew that, but it was just unfair how in the game of life and death, Aspen was the one to lose and the drunk driver responsible for your car accident was able to walk away unharmed. You just couldn't accept it. But it seemed that it was like this most of the time with these situations.

Innocent souls always seemed to be the ones who lost.

The memorial went by with your mind being completely fogged up. Both of your parents said a few words on your behalf, to make it a little bit easier for you, but you couldn't register anything they said. You were just focused on Jensen next to you, tightly holding onto your hands. One by one your closer family started saying their goodbyes to Aspen. You wanted to be left alone in there with Jensen for yours, because even now you were just barely holding on.

A week was all that was possible for Jensen to get off from work for the funeral. A week. Then he had to return to Vancouver for filming. Your parents were visiting almost daily, but you wished they’d rather leave you alone. Only person you needed for comfort was your husband and he had to work. You actually encouraged him to go work. He offered to stay with you, no matter the consequences, but you couldn't do that to him. You knew what it meant for him to be able to work on the show. And working has always eased his mind from anything, so you hoped it would make grieving a little easier for him too.

Each day you could feel the guilt starting to slowly eat you up more, and depression began to deepen its roots inside you. All day and night, your mind was always racing with the possibilities of different outcomes. What if?

What if you would've told Jensen to take a taxi home from the airport? What if you would've waited five more minutes at home before leaving to pick him up? What if you would've left five minutes earlier? Would any of this have changed anything? Would your daughter be still alive? All of this was playing in your head like a broken record, but you'd never know.

Day by day, everything started to get even more overwhelming. Eating. Getting out of bed. You were either sleeping all day or you weren't sleeping at all. All those small every day motions. It was all too much. But you still didn't look for help. You couldn't admit to anyone that you needed it, not even Jensen. On the outside, with each passing day, your smile was growing. On the inside, you felt nothing other than the guilt of you surviving the accident instead of your daughter. It got too painful for you to even exist, so you were looking for an easy way out.

Jensen didn't talk to you at all, when he visited you in the hospital, but you were still glad that he even came. Even if he just sat there beside your bed, you saw how he was barely keeping himself together each time he glanced at you. Slightly sniffling, but still silent. Past few months have not been kind to either of you. Worry, grief, pain- everything had left their mark, aging you more than they should have. While there wasn't a point to try to come up with excuses for yourself, you still felt like you had to say something. “I'm sorry, Jensen.” Your voice was barely above whisper. It wouldn't make anything better, but it was all you managed to say.

You saw that his green eyes were full of hurt and betrayal when he got up from the chair, not even acknowledging your apology. “I have to speak to your doctor.”

You were kept in hospital for a few days, under “observation”. In other words - to make sure you were mentally stable enough that you wouldn't try to take your life again. You knew that even if they'd let you home sooner, Jensen wouldn't leave your side. Even now he only left the hospital for an hour or so every day, the rest of the time he sat in the chair by your bed, even slept in it. But now he had come home for a longer time to be with you, as the filming for the season had ended.

When you were finally let home, the drive there was again in deafening silence. You noticed him fidgeting nervously with the steering wheel. As soon as you got home, you just planted yourself onto the sofa in the living room. Jensen joined you a moment later and both of you sat there for a while without speaking. Time seemed to move so slowly.

He finally moved a little bit closer to you, but didn't look at you when he started speaking. “Why?” His voice was completely broken, as was he himself too. “Why did you do this, Y/N?” You turned to take a closer look at him. The lines around his eyes were now more prominent than they used to. His beard was also longer than he usually kept. The overall look of him was just like there was only a shell left of the man he used to be.

“I-I just didn't want to be here without you anymore.” You finally managed to whisper. “It was too much for me.”

You couldn't turn your eyes away from him, and at last he met your gaze, his eyes seemed to be full of even more pain than before.

“Why did you let me leave then?" He asked quietly. "I told you I'd stay with you.”

“I knew you'd feel better when you'd be away from here, working. I didn't want to be the reason to keep you here.”

He scoffed. “So you opted for suicide instead of calling me home? Instead of talking to me? I'm your husband. You know I would've left anything behind for you in a heartbeat. Always, sweetheart.”

“You would've probably been fired.”

“I don't care about that! I care about you! I only left because you told me to! I asked you to come with me.” He tried to get his voice under control, not to be yelling at you, but it was without success. “You told me you were okay! You promised!” He paced around in the living room, trying to calm down.

Your voice didn't fail to match his tone. “How could I ever be okay? I lost my daughter. I will never be okay with that!”

“I lost her too. I lost my baby too.” He came to kneel in front of you.

Both you were broken, crying, letting out emotions you had kept in for so long, desperately seeking consolation from one another. “No one will ever ask us to be okay with losing her. We just have to be there for each other, but you almost left me completely alone..” he reached his hand out for your cheek. “I was so close to losing you too, do you even realize that? When I got the call, I..” he couldn't finish his sentence. You finally saw what you would've left behind if your attempt would've been successful. Your parents would've had to bury their daughter, just as you did. Jensen would've buried his daughter and wife in a span of short six months. The thought of that made you broke down again.

“I'm sorry, Jensen.” You felt the wall that kept your emotions at bay, crumble at your feet. “It's just- I feel guilty..for the accident.” You were now sobbing hard as Jensen sat next to you again. “I should’ve taken some other route or anything. I should've done something. I feel like it's all my fault.”

He pulled you up into his lap before closing his arms around you. “It was not your fault, Y/N..It was not, and you wouldn't have been able to stop it.” he sighed. You let him hold you tight and rested your head onto his shoulder. “It's hard for me to believe that.” You sniffled.

“I know I haven't been home a lot, but when was the last time you visited AJ's grave?” Jensen asked softly. You took a little time to think. You realized it had been way too long. “I can't remember.” You answered him. “I just couldn't go there alone.” You had to admit with a heavy heart.

“Let's go there together then, hm?” You only nodded against his chest.

“Honey, please look at me for a second.” He begged gently. “Please promise me that you'll never push your emotions down, because you think that would make me feel better. I never want you to feel like you have to keep your feelings in because of what would be better for me. Never. I will always be here for you. Always, because that's what I promised to you.”

You locked eyes with him and gave your promise to Jensen, as you made him promise the same to you. You were in this together, you will heal together. It wouldn't happen in a blink of an eye, but eventually you knew it would get easier. It just had to. You just had to be there for him, like he always stood beside you.

Always and forever.

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Question: I was just wondering what sticks out to you, like straight away, of those final days of filming?

Jared: So much. I remember vividly - so we, it was, COVID had just kind of, I don't want to say ended, I guess it's still - I've had it four times now, so? The gift that keeps on giving. But I remember the two weeks we had to spend in quarantine. Coming from America into Canada, we had to stay in our places for two weeks. And so some of the crew who had been up to quarantine would come leave, like, care packages, you know? They'd be like, shoot a text, hey, here's some food or some vitamins or some Gatorade or something outside your door. And so open it up and do that. And then he and I and Rob Benedict and Jake Abel would text each other. I remember our Zoom conversations with each other -

Jensen: Yeah, we had party Zooms. Party Zooms.

Jared: We had, like, party Zooms. Yeah, yeah.

Jensen: Lockdown. Yeah.

Jared: And then every day I also remember very vividly - I mean, the bridge, the barn [hurk noise]. I remember when they told me - I remember shooting the last scene in the Men of Letters bunker and when they were like, yeah, we start breaking it down tomorrow. And so standing there [gestures down face like tears falling, makes sad noise]. You think y'all cried during the barn scene, you should have seen me in the bunker when they were gonna tear it down. I was like, trying to grab shit? And now I have, like - I did. So [chuckles] there were a lot of real books in there, a lot of which I took. And then there were fake book fillers that I use as bookends. And then there was stuff that I've seen for the last three years and been like, what am I gonna ever do with this? Maybe I'll auction it for charity.

Jensen: Did I ever tell you what I grabbed? So in the bunker there, there's the two library tables that we sat around all the time. I didn't take a table but -

Jared: [mimes carrying a table off over his shoulder]

Jensen: But one of the tables had some initials carved into it. And I asked them, like, what's gonna happen to this table. And they're like, nothing, we're gonna probably break it down and scrap it. And I was like, will you cut [draws] that out? So I have this [demonstrates size with hands] like that big that's got all of our initials carved in it. So I have that collecting dust somewhere.

Jared: Thank you, good to see you. Alright, Ackles.

[Jensen continues briefly retelling how they were sad/deflated that they had to say their goodbyes during COVID when everybody was wearing masks and divided into pods with restrictions on interaction]

Jared: This is the saddest morning of all time. Can we get a happy question? Pick a fucking happy question.

#honcon 2023 #j2 gold panel

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justjensenanddean · 1 year

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Can you briefly talk about Dean's new look? When he showed up in that turtleneck with that swoopy hair, I was like, "Who is this man?" Thompson: Yeah, a big credit to Carrie, who runs our costumes and was on the mothership as well. She and her team create these incredible lookbooks, and Jensen had felt like Dean would try to fit in a little bit in the era, and because we were in a bus depot and we knew we were going to have other people there in military uniforms, I think someone had mentioned a merchant marine kind of a look. As soon as I saw it, because she uses stills from movies and I think it was a still of Robert Redford from the 70s, and I was like, "Oh my god, I can't wait to see that." That was the first thing we shot of him on the last episode, and again, I think a lot of people happened to have shown up that day for work that didn't need to do that just to see a very handsome Dean Winchester in a turtleneck and peacoat. He looked phenomenal. [x]

Jensen Ackles as Dean Winchester | The Winchester 1x13 “Hey, That's No Way to Say Goodbye”

#Jensen Ackles #JensenEdit #Dean Winchester #DeanEdit #DeanWinchesterEdit #The Winchesters #The Winchesters 1x13 #Hey That's No Way to Say Goodbye #he looks so good #Dean's best look #My Edits

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Taped on video - Kinktober 30

Summary: You end up crowded by three men...

Pairing: J3 (Jensen, Jared, Jeff) x fem!Reader

Idea by: @moosekateer13

A/N: This is pure fiction. For the sake of this story all three a single.

Warnings: dom J3/sub reader, breeding bench, dirty talk, slut-shaming, unprotected sex, smut, oral (male rec), double penetration (oral/vaginal), voyeurism, cum play, sex tapes, a hint of dub-con, mentions of anal sex (nothing happens), taking turns, implied extortion/extortion, a hint of Dark J3

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

“Guys,“ you crack your neck. “I know you are excited and giddy like schoolboys because you can work together on the show, but please, give me a break.”

Jeffrey cocks a brow at your comment. He was falling out of his role once again, and you had to yell cut once again. “What’s the matter, doll?” He drawls, flashing you an irresistible smirk. You assume Jeffrey is used to being in control, but you won’t have it.

“I’m not your doll,” you snap at the actor. If you don’t set boundaries right away, they will walk all over you in no time. “You ruined the scene for the fourth time. We all love bloopers and gag reels, but we need to get this scene done. All of us want to go home before dusk.”

“We are on in, sweetheart,” Jensen makes you the Dean. He grins and winks at you. “Let me handle them. They are a bunch of schoolboys.”

“Fine. We are going to make another break. Fifteen minutes. Calm down and relax,” you glare in Jared’s direction. You don’t need him to pull another prank on you or one of the crew members.”

“Action!” You call out, hoping the three will finally get their shit together so you can finish the scene. It’s getting late and you’ve got a date with your bathtub, your vibrator, and a glass of wine.

You watch Jensen and Jared fall into their roles. They run toward the Impala, fighting their way through monsters. The scene unfolds and you pray, they won’t fall out of their roles again.

“DEAN!”

“Sammy!”

“Doll!” Jeffrey snickers as you angrily fling your phone across the set. You huff and get out of your chair.

“What is wrong with you today? We are all tired and want to get out of here. Guys, it’s the night before Halloween and I want to get some rest before I attend the annual Halloween party tomorrow.”

“We are trying, doll,” Jeff smirks darkly, looking more like his alter ego Negan than himself. He licks his lips, eyes trained on your chest. “What can I say? We are distracted by your beauty, boss.”

You shudder at the roughness of his voice. He looks like a predator spying on his prey. Hazel eyes follow your every step as you get out of your chair once again.

“Everyone, we call it a day. It’s getting too late. The light is wrong,” you look at your crew. “Go home and enjoy your evening. We come back to the scene the day after tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” One of the cameramen asks. “We can try to get it done today. No problem.”

“The scene is almost finished.” Rubbing your temple, you sigh. If only these guys didn’t mess with you today. “We can get back at it next time.”

You clap your hands at the rest of the crew, ignoring Jensen, Jared, and Jeff. “Thank you all for your patience and professionalism today. I know it was an exhausting and long day. We will call it a day. Get home safely.”

While the rest of the crew says their goodbyes and leaves the set, the devilish trio looks in your direction. They smirk and whistle as you stalk toward them.

“What was that?” You throw your hands up, and huff. “Why did you fuck the scenes up on purpose?”

“Well, tomorrow is Halloween, and we are in the mood to play,” Jeffrey dips his head to look you up and down. He smirks, revealing pearl-white teeth.

The trio crowds you like a pack of wolves. You gasp as Jensen wraps his arms around you from behind to whisper in your ear. “We’ve got a proposal for you, sweetheart.”

“What Jensen tries to tell you is, that we fucked up the scenes on purpose,” Jared smirks darkly. He cups your face with his large hands, causing a whimper to escape your throat.

“Why?”

“Daddy wants to play, doll,” Jeffrey purrs. “If you let us play with you, we are going to be so good for you next time. Say yes and be ours for tonight.”

“You try to extort me into fucking you?” You chuckle darkly. “Christ, are your balls blue or something? I thought you could get laid any time of the day.”

“We could have any woman but you. And we want you,” Jensen whispers in your ear. “Give in and let us have control over your body and mind tonight.”

You press your thighs together, wiggling in Jensen’s embrace. “I can’t fuck a member of my cast.”

“Not one,” Jeffrey tuts. “You’ll bend over the hood of the Impala and let us all have a ride. You are going to be our whore tonight. We all know that you act so innocently all the time, but in secret you want to get this pussy pounded and called our slut.

“I-“ you swallow thickly. “I’m not…no…I…”

“I want to cream this cunt, and make it sing for me,” Jared pats your head. “I bet you’d look good with all of your holes ruined, cum leaking out of your broken body.”

Fuck, Jared always acts so innocently and sweet but right now, he looks at you as if you are his latest meal. “What Jared tries to tell you is, that he’s got a boner he wants to shove up your cunt. He wants to cum inside of you and ruin your pussy.”

“We all want to ruin you,” Jeffrey nods at Jared, silently telling him to get out of his way. “Be ours, and we will show you heaven and hell in one night.”

“My safe word is pumpkin,” you batt your eyelashes, acting innocently. “Maybe daddy can show me a good time while his boys watch.” You challenge. “Can his dick keep up with his potty mouth?”

After you agreed to let the trio have their way with you, they did a great job securing your body to a breeding bench at Jeff’s sex dungeon.

“How is that, huh? We built this nice room only for you.”

“What?” you whimper involuntarily. “I don’t understand.”

“You’re always a hardass, and try to order us around,” Jeff stands behind you, hands groping your ass. He spreads your cheeks, humming. “We will ruin all of your holes and make you our whore.”

“And after we are done with you, you’ll agree to be ours forever,” Jensen steps in front of you. He looks at your parted lips, smirking darkly. “Yeah, I dreamed of watching you choke on my cock while Jeff fucks you into submission.”

“Oh…God…” you whimper. “You planned all of this? For how long?”

“Months, doll. We dreamed of getting our hands on your ripe body. I can’t wait to be inside of your cunt.”

“Come on, get started. I want to watch you both ruin her holes. I will record every second, and then, you will film us,” Jared stands next to Jensen. He cups your face and forces you to look at him. “I want you to scream for us, sweetheart. If you do, I’ll cum all over you.”

“Jared loves to watch, doll. He always cums so hard after we ruined a whore,” Jeffrey grips your hips, driving balls deep into your dripping cunt. “That’s a whore’s cunt.” He exclaims feeling you clench tightly around him.

You moan loudly as he spreads your walls out. The sudden and hard penetration makes you whine. “Relax, whore. We will loosen your holes,” Jeffrey laughs devilishly as you helplessly struggle against the restraints holding you bound to the breeding bench. “What’s your color?”

“I-green,” you breathe out. Jeffrey took you by surprise, but damn his cock feels so good inside of your cunt. “Please fuck me.”

Jeffrey doesn’t need to hear more. He starts to pound into you, filling the room with the sound of flash clapping against flesh. “Fuck, she’s tight and warm. A dream.”

“You better take a deep breath,” Jensen grins darkly. “I’ll fill that throat now, sweetheart. Open up and welcome my dick in your mouth.”

“How can I?” You squeak with every deep thrust. “Please…I…”

“Blink twice to make me slow down, and thrice to make me stop,” Jensen runs his hand over your head. “Be good and open up. I’ll take good care of you.”

“Fuck, Jeff,” you groan loudly as he grips your hips tighter. He slams his hips into your ass, having the time of his life. Jeff hammers into you, causing you to shamelessly moan.

“Hurry up, Jensen. I want to cream this cunt. Stop talking and shove your cock down her throat.” Jeffrey angrily grunts.

“Shut up, old man,” Jensen grips your chin. He runs his thumb over your lips, smirking cockily. “Open up for me. Let’s show them how good you can suck cock.”

Jensen unzips his pants, exposing his throbbing length to you. He’s as perfect as you imagined, and you lick your lips. “Open up for Jensen!” Jared taunts. “Now!”

You part your lips, and stick your tongue out, moaning loudly as Jensen pushes the tip of his cock in. “I want you to suck me like the whore you are.”

As you start bobbing your head, Jensen gently pats your head. “Good girl, taking our cocks. I love watching you suck cock.”

Jensen smirks as you struggle to take him deeper down your throat. He nods, encouraging you to keep on going while Jeff’s thrusts become frantic. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum in her. YES!”

“Hold onto her cunt! I want to see her cunt filled with Jeff’s cum,” Jensen starts moving his hips. He cups the back of your head to control your movement. “Fuck, use your tongue, sweetheart.”

“Shit, you should see her cunt all spread out by Jeff’s cock,” Jared groans. He zooms in to record your spread-out pussy getting stuffed with Jeff’s length. “Fuck…yes…ruin her cunt.”

“I’m gonna…shit…yes…” Jeff shoots his load into your abused cunt. He immediately pulls out and steps away to let Jared film your still pulsing pussy. “Shit, that’s a sight for sore eyes.”

Jeff switches places with Jared. He grabs the camera to film Jensen using your mouth.

“Harder, make her jaw hurt.”

“Shut up. I need to watch her eyes,” Jensen struggles to hold back. All he wants is to ruin your throat, and cum in your mouth.

You blend the others out and focus on bobbing your head up and down Jensen’s cock. He twitches in your mouth, and you smirk around him. Men are so easy. If you want to hold power over them, give them a cunt to fuck and they are putty in your hands.

Spit and pre-cum run down your chin, tainting your skin as you choke around Jensen.

“SHIT!” Jensen growls loudly. He presses your head into his crotch, holding you there as he shoots his cum down your throat. “She’s perfect. Fuck…”

“My turn,” Jared grips his cock, thumb brushing over the head. “I can’t decide if I want to stretch her ass out or her pussy.”

“Breed that cunt,” Jeff orders. “Come on, boy. Be a man and fuck her cunt. We can share her ass later.”

“Fuck, yes.”

You feel another cock push inside your quivering cunt. Jared doesn’t waste time. Watching you get fucked was nice, but he wants to conquer your holes too.

Jeff and Jensen cheer Jared on, joining the sound of Jared’s flesh slapping against yours. Unlike Jeff, the younger man doesn’t hold back. He thrusts in and out of your already dripping cunt, making you gasp with every powerful thrust.

Jared is on the edge. He’s so close to cumming that he rams into you without restraint. You whimper but don’t tell him to stop. “Would you look at this perfect slut taking Jared’s cock. I knew she was the one.”

“Fuck, she’s going to cum,” Jared grunts as he spills into you. “So…fucking…good…”

“Do you think she learned her lesson?” Jensen watches you sleep soundly on the soft bed. “What now? She wanted us to get fired more than once.”

“Well, if we cannot be the star of the renewed Supernatural season, she will be the newest porn star on social media. I bet everyone wants to see her holes all stretched out…” Jeffrey grins darkly. “If she’s a good girl, she can be our whore by night.”

#jensen ackles #jared padalecki #jeffrey dean morgan #rpf #smut #moresome #spn #Taped on video - Kinktober 30 #kinktober vs flufftober 2023 #supernatural rpf #tw: daddy kink #tw: dubcon

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SUPERNATURAL FINALE : an honest, maybe sometimes controversial, take on tv's biggest disappointment of this decade.

DISCLAIMER : in this essay, i will give my opinion about 15x20 of the silly long-running show Supernatural (no kidding???) and i stand by the fact that i hate it, BUT i am not just going to trash talk my comfort show the entire time, and will try to bring into light the things that actually worked (ahem, yes, i will try to find some...) in this episode. i don't need any attacks on my opinion, you can disagree with the things i am going to say, but let's stay civil, right ? hope you enjoy it !

let's face it, no need to beat around the bush : Dean's death is THE worst thing that could've ever happened to us. 15 years of adoring, worshiping THE best character ever created on tv just for losing him ?? this way ?? feels (sorry but...) fucking disrepectful to me. and listen, i haven't seen that cursed episode again in six months, so don't mind me if my blurry memories are failing me... it still makes me so mad, that the episode starts on OUR beloved hero living a peaceful life, happy, kind of, finally free from god's (yeah, more like chuck) who's been through literal hell, faced a hundred deaths, just to end up on that stupid rebar. fuckin stupid quick, meaningless death of a HERO. i can't even think straight when it comes to this but what makes it EVEN WORST is the freakin comedic part of this episode. the pie in the face ??? when THE Dean Winchester is about to die ??? or Sam's fuckin hideous wig ??? the episode focuses on some POINTLESS hunt involving a fuckin vampire literally no soul remembered from season 1 (if you did remember without even looking it up and just happen to have this knowledge, i am sorry AND really impressed) ?? are you just kidding ?? your main character dies, and you just make it absolutely no big of a deal ? i could not. disrespectful, once again.

Dean isn't even the only one who's been failed on this finale because the same disrespect is put on Sam. i'm not bringing back the wig again (BUT THE WIG THO ??? i know the budget is low with covid and everything but come on ??) but the blurry wife is the icing on the cake. but where they failed Sam the most is the way in 15 years (okay this is not only finale related but i thought it deserved to be brought into light) they never EVER gave the man a real closure with Jess. they literally bring every character back from the dead, or at least give the boys an opportunity to say goodbye at some point but they never even cared giving Sam a proper closure from the most important relationship in his life. this, pals, makes me insanely angry. but at least, Sam gets to live and have an ordinary life until his last breathe.

Castiel isn't even really mentioned again ?? i mean, no need for a long thesis about this shame but he's been a fan favorite for YEARS and they just ???

i reached the part where i have to list the things that worked for me in this cursed episode. well. it gave us Dean x Miracle ? the man deserved to have a dog. and it was one of the cutest thing they ever did on this show. Miracle is somehow Dean's little sparkle of joy and hope after losing Cas. kudos (somehow, in a way, i don't know) to Dean's last speech to Sam, and their heartbreaking exchange. it really moved me, and made sense, it was in character. Dean dying on his feet was also appreciated (and those kudos go to Jensen, thank you buddy) but i will explain why in the next paragraph. anyway, i don't have anything more to add, and trust me i tried really hard!! oh, the photography was also decent, but it's one thing Supernatural always did well, so... not surprising.

i am NOT a supporter of Dean dying in the finale, and i am thankful to the wonderful talented writer in this fandom for their amazing fix-it fictions on the finale. this ground is covered, so i am leaving you with ao3 for all the ways the show could have ended WITHOUT Dean dying. my man deserved to be happy and free ans well. i am going to cover the ground of THE WRITERS REALLY WANT DEAN DYING. fine. i don't agree, but you do you baby. 15 years of the show, Dean Winchester was depicted as a HERO. the fanbase has been dedicated for FIFTEEN FUCKIN YEARS and being myself a 2006 Supernatural fan, this finale made me feel like it was a total loss of time. as i said before, i WORSHIPPED (and i still do) this character like i've never worshipped any other character. what he (and we) deserved for always sacrificing his own happiness and life was to die the hero he's always been. to die, i don't know, saving Sam one last time ? with a show with great biblical implication, didn't he deserve a great biblical tragedy ending ? something huge, epic ? and i know this could be controversial because they are no longer under the influence of god himself, but he could have been paralleled to Jesus somehow, just joining heaven next to Jack and Cas as his mission on earth was over. i don't know. just thinking about things.

what could've also been great would have been Dean's life flashing before his eyes as he was dying. glimpse of unseen good moments, memories, as a tribute to the character. once again, he deserved no less than to be praised for everything he did for his family, and for the world.

anyway. revival is now a thing all over social medias and it could both heal us, or destroy us. it raised a lot of concerns, the most important being will Cas' confession finally be aknowledge ? i sure hope it will for misha's perfect delivery of it, and his fight to allow his character to be himself fully. but i also hope this revival finds a way to "cancel" the mistake the writers made with this finally. it could make sense. it could be yet another illusion, trick, anything really and they could (just like us) pretend it never happened (spoiler alert : it really never happened) and i don't want my hopes too high. but it's possible.

thank you so much for your attention. i wanted to write an essay about the finale but i feel like i've been here and there talking nonsense. i've never really expressed my disappointment before, as it was something really personal to me, but i am glad i finally did. there could have been so much more things said. or said in a better way, but i tried my best :(

love y'all, spn family <3

#supernatural #spn finale #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #dean x castiel #crowley #jensen ackles #destiel #misha collins #jared padalecki

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buckybarnesisdaddy · 1 month

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Summer Lovin’ pt2

Summary: Everyone learns the truth about Peggy and Everly’s past. Bucky and Steve lend an ear, and both men make it clear who their heads have turned to.

Pairing: Everly(Reader) X Steve Rogers, Everly(R) X BuckyBarnes, Jake Jensen X Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff X Bucky Barnes. Past Everly(R) X Colin Shea, Past Peggy X Colin Shea, Past Everly(R) X Brock Rumlow.

Rating: Mature!

Warnings: Anger, yelling, talks of cheating, talks of post physical abuse, talks of death, flirting.

A/N: I am loving this story and the drama is only getting started! 🤭

All you see is red and if Natasha hadn’t been right behind you, your fist would have found Peggy’s jaw in about three seconds. “Easy, there.” Natasha says as she catches your hand and spins you back to face her. “She’s not worth getting kicked out.” She says as she squeezes your shoulders.

“That’s why you looked so familiar! Fuck you!” You yell as Natasha moves you away, wanting to create distance between you and Peggy.

“What the hell is going?” Bucky asks as he runs up beside you.

“Why is everyone screaming?” Jake asks as he walks up with Wanda.

“Everly, it’s not what it looks like!” Steve exclaims as he shoves Peggy off of him.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it, Steven.” Peggy says trying to be flirty but missing the mark completely. Steve turns to her, his piercing gaze quieting her quickly.

“My name is Steve. Not Steven. And I didn’t like it. In fact I was telling you to slow down and to stop. Short of throwing you on the ground I don’t know what else I could have done.” Steve exclaims before he quickly crosses over the lawn to you. “Please Everly, let me explain-“ you cut him off with a glare of your own.

“We will handle this later,” your gaze shifts over his shoulder to Peggy. “You just can’t help stealing men who aren’t yours, can you?!” You yell. Peggy scoffs and walks closer, hands on her hips and her nose in the air.

“I have no idea what you are talking about, Everly. This is the name of the game. Everyone flirts and switches partners the whole time. Don’t get so hurt about it.” She tries to brush off your comment, she thinks you won’t. That you won’t air the dirty laundry between you two, but she has underestimated you.

“Well, what about in life? Huh?! Is it ‘the name of the game’ to sleep with someone else’s boyfriend?!” You yell, you don’t mean to but the way Peggy is taken aback makes you feel better about yelling. Bucky and Steve look at you and then back at Peggy. Natasha scoffs and glares at the woman still holding her head high.

“Wait?” Bucky asks. “You are the woman who broke up Everly’s last relationship?”

“Because you had an affair with her boyfriend.” Steve continues.

“The one and only. Took me hearing her say those same disgusting words to Steve to remember where I had seen her before.” You answer for her. Peggy’s eyes shift quickly as she looks at everyone, thinking on her feet.

“For the record, Everly, Colin had me fooled as well. I thought he was single, granted newly single but I didn’t know you two were still together.” Peggy convincingly explains, but you know better. You know what you heard that day.

✨7 months ago✨

You just got home from work, dropping your keys in the bowl by the door and setting your bags down. You were suppose to go straight over to your parents house but you forgot your suitcase that morning before you left. You’ll need it for the week away so you just decide to stop by the apartment and grab it before you head out, maybe get a little goodbye in with Colin before the long week you’ll be spending apart. Your first sign should have been the Colin’s shirt tossed over the back of the couch. He never leaves his clothes laying around like that because he knows how it bothers you. But you tell yourself it’s because he thinks he’s alone for the week, he’s probably just getting a head start on acting like a slob. The next should have been the open bottle of wine on the coffee table, because he knows how you hate wasting good wine. You tell yourself that he’s gonna come back and finish it. Sadly the one you couldn’t explain away, the one that stopped you in your tracks, the one that made you speechless, was the woman’s voice coming from behind the closed bedroom door. You hear Colin’s familiar sounds, the ones that make you melt, that make you respond in a similar ways. Sound that only you can pull from him. Yet now in your bed, in your room, in your apartment some other woman is pulling those sounds from his mouth. Your boyfriend, the one that just asked your dad for his permission to marry you. The boyfriend who always promised to never hurt you, is now breaking every trust he helped you rebuild and reopening every old scar he had helped heal. “Next time we are doing this at my place.” The woman says. ‘Next time?’ You think, ‘how long has this been going on?’ The mystery women continues. “I hate sleeping with you while there is a picture of the two of you on the damn wall.” You are enraged, ‘of course there are pictures of me and my boyfriend, in my damn house!’ You scream in your mind, doing your best to stay silent so you can hear what Colin says back.

“We have to stop this. This isn’t going anywhere, I love Everly.” Colin groans, hearing the pleasure in his voice. As he says they have to stop he pushes himself farther over the edge.

“I know, and I don’t care, touch me.” The woman answers back and then you hear her hushed moans. Your feet are moving before you can comprehend what’s happening. You swing open the bedroom door, letting it slam back again the wall. Colin jumps out of bed and stands next to it while facing the door. Meeting your gaze, he instantly feels regret and remorse but he knows better than to speak. You walk past him and grab your suitcase and the last couple things on your nightstand. There is a picture of you and Colin staring back at you as you turn to leave the room, all you do is take it off the wall and drop it to the ground. Glass breaks everywhere and the picture is ripped by the glass shards. You don’t look back as you walk down the hall and out the front door, not even caring to slam it. Tears fill your eyes on the elevator ride as you call your mom to tell her you are on your way home.

✨Present day✨

You cock your eyebrow and go in for the kill. “Oh really, Peggy?!? Because as you were actively fucking my boyfriend you said, and I quote, ‘Next time we are doing this at my place. I hate sleeping with you while there is a picture of you two on your damn wall.’ Then when he told you he loved me and that his affair with you wasn’t going anywhere you said, ‘I know, I don’t care. Touch me.” You walk closer to her. “You knew the whole time so don’t try and play sweet now!” You snap at her. “I just wanna know why?!” You ask. Natasha inching closer just in case she needs to restrain you from punching Peggy and getting kicked off the island. “Why did you go after Colin knowing he was taken. Why did you go after Steve knowing he was taken. What did I ever do to you?!!” You yell and Peggy crosses her arms as she shakes her head as she starts to walk away. “No! You don’t get to just walk away from this.” You chase after her, she turns around quickly and you two are face to face.

“I knew him first!” She yells. You stand your ground and refusing to look away. The group behind you shuffles and you hear Jake whisper to Wanda.

“Wait, so Peggy knew Steve too?” Wanda pats his face and quietly says ‘no’. Peggy rolls her eyes having heard Jake.

“I worked with Colin, we were sleeping together, nothing serious but I thought maybe we would eventually become something more. But then he starts going on and on about ‘the most amazing girl he’s ever met’. Even after fucking me, he was going on and on about you!” She screams. She takes a step back and you allow her that, giving her the space she needs if only for a moment. “About 2 years into our arrangement he stopped mentioning you so I thought, ‘this is my chance.’ So I made a move and he shot me down, saying he ‘had a lot on his mind’. He pushed me away and whenever I came over he wouldn’t even let me in his apartment.” Peggy looks off to the side and shakes her head. “Turns out you had already moved in. He had ‘a lot on his mind’ because you showed up on his doorstep one day begging for a place to stay. And because he was so in love with you, he folded to your every ask. He chose you over me and then for the next 3 years of my life I was kept at a distance- I had lost my friend! Because of you!” Your mind races with so many thoughts, connecting the dots and becoming even angrier. This time you choose quiet rage,

“I don’t care who knew him first, Peggy. He wasn’t with you when we started dating but you seduced him back into your arms. He’s not faultless in this, it’s his fault as much as it’s yours. So no explanation will make me ‘see things your way.’ You were sleeping with someone else’s man and you are trying to justify it, but there is no justification. And now you’re just being vindictive against me and going after Steve. Grow up, Peggy.” You turn and walk away, she tries to get the last laugh.

“You moved in while we were still- we were still something, Everly! You aren’t any better!” She yells, you spin around debating whether to tell the truth and spill sensitive information on camera.

“I had known Colin for 5 years. He knew about my previous relationship and when I needed help he let me move in. I had only been with Colin for 2 years when I caught the two of you together. There was a whole year between the end of your arrangement with him and when we started dating. So again, there is no explanation that makes anything you did okay.” You turn and walk away, past the others who throw glances towards Peggy and call after you as you walk away, heading into the villa and up to the bedroom.

You sit on the terrace overlooking the whole villa. Your knees tucked to your chest and your arms wrapped around your legs. Tears drip down your face and drop onto your legs as you silently cry. “Ugh Everly, get over it.” You say to yourself, “It’s been almost 7 months and he never even tried to apologize.” You hear a knock on the terrace door and your head turns to see who it is. He leans against the doorframe, his blue eyes are gentle and kind as he looks over you with concern. “Hi, Bucky.” You say quietly. He gently smiles and walks through the door closing it behind him.

“For the record Steve and I played rock, paper, scissors to see who would get to talk to you first.” He smiles as he sits next to you and you gently smile. “So don’t think he didn’t want to talk to you, cause he really did. He wanted to explain everything, but I wanted to check on you,” you meet his gaze and more tears fall. He lays his hand on your head and strokes your hair. “So how are you doing?” You let out a sad laugh.

“I’m angry, Bucky. At Peggy, at Colin, hell even a little at Steve.” You look at Bucky who is about to defend his friend. “And yes I know he was trying to get her to stop while still being respectful, but sometimes you just gotta be a little rude.” Bucky laughs and nods.

“Yeah, well Steve is rarely rude.” Bucky shrugs. “He can be stupid, stubborn, and jump into situations without really thinking, but he isn’t rude.” You wipe your eyes. “And he’d never hurt someone purposefully.” You take Bucky’s hand in yours and give it a squeeze. “Now, you wanna talk about everything that just happened?” You can’t help but laugh.

“Did you not hear the screaming match?” Bucky smiles and you look up at the sky, this beautiful summer night spoiled by so much anger.

“Just tell me this, what happened between you and Colin? Why would Peggy think you two were together before you were?” You turn and look at Bucky, something in your gut tells you to trust him. You take his left hand in yours, feeling his scars along his wrist and along his forearm, tracing them with your fingers. Bucky can see the struggle within you, knowing you are trying to decide whether to trust him or not. He draws his fingers across your palm and stays quiet, letting you work out what you want to do. You look up and just know, his eyes say it all, he won’t let you down.

“Colin let me move in with him because I was recovering and hiding from my abusive ex-boyfriend. Colin helped put me back together and restored my trust in people.” You wipe a tear again and Bucky decides to push.

“What happened, with your ex? If you don’t mind me asking.” You hold his hand tighter.

“He left me for dead on our kitchen floor when I tried to leave him and when I didn’t die he promised he would find me and make sure he finished the job.” You refuse to look at Bucky, you don’t want his pity and that’s how everyone looks at you when you tell them about Brock.

“Look at me, Everly. Please?” Bucky asks, his voice soft. You look and his gaze almost heals the pain in your heart at that moment. “I am so sorry- no Woman- no one should ever have to go through that. I am glad you got away and I am happy that for a moment someone was able to help you heal from the damage he did. I’m sorry he didn’t turn out to be much better though.” Your tears start to fall and Bucky pulls you into a hug. His hands rubbing your back, calming you down. You suddenly remember that you are surrounded by cameras, and you only just met Bucky that morning. You quickly sit up and look at him with wide eyes.

“Sorry I-“ you scoot away and blush as you take a breath. “Umm thank you for your help, really it as very kind.” You sigh as you stand up. “I should probably find Steve, get all this settled before bed.” You go to walk away and Bucky stands up, catching your hand. Making sure he doesn’t pull or grip you too tight.

“Hey, just-“ he pulls you close, “come here real quick.” He gives you a hug, you feel safe and seen. You both take in a deep breath and enjoy the moment before he pulls back and squeezes your shoulders. “If you ever need to talk, I’m here, Everly. I meant what I said earlier, I’m not bowing out so easily.” He takes a respectable step back and then kisses your hand. “I’ll go get Steve and send him up here, it will give you two some privacy.” He drops your hand and walks to the door before he leaves you softly call after him.

“Bucky?” He hums in response as he turns around. “Thank you for listening.” Bucky’s eyes light up and you can’t help but smile.

“You’re welcome, Everly. Anytime. Steve will be right up.” And with that Bucky disappears down the stairs.

You sit on the bench staring up at the moon. Bucky is the first person you’ve told since Colin, and that decision feels so right you didn’t feel the need to tell him ‘don’t tell anyone.’ You feel safe with Bucky, a feeling and emotion that eventually came back after a lot of professional help. You went to therapy after you left Brock, Colin made you. He said you needed to talk to a professional, so you made weekly appointments. Doing the work and seeking help along with Colin being there for you was healing and exactly what you needed. He helped when you needed him most and you can’t imagine that time without him. Getting over him wasn’t hard though. Maybe it was because of the betrayal or because you had fallen for him because he was your ‘savior’, but when your phone didn’t ring with his thousand apologies and no flowers came to beg for you back, you didn’t break. Losing him hurt and adjusting to single life again was hard but there wasn’t a day that went by where you missed him. What you had? Sure, but actually missing Colin? No. You left the apartment that day and never looked back. He was sweet and kind but he was human and he made mistakes, him not even trying to fix them made you aware of just how ‘human’ he was. “Everly?” Steve’s voice calls you out of your thoughts. You straighten up and motion for him to join you. “Look, I want to apologize for what you saw- no, for what I’d did, or what I didn’t do.” You give him a weak smile and he turns to face you. “I shouldn’t have allowed myself to be alone with her knowing how she felt about me. I should have tried harder to push her away. Look I know what I said earlier, I found her intriguing and I was into her but hearing about what she did to you. I can confidently say my head is firmly turned to you.” You let out a laugh and look down at the ground, “which I know sounds like the stupidest things to possibly say at this moment but I just need you to know her stunts didn’t do what she wanted them to. In fact they put me more off of her.” He takes your hands in his and his eyes are pleading with you to believe him.

“I believe you, Steve.” Your place your hand on the side of his face and brush your thumb over his cheek. “Honestly all of the emotions tonight had more to do with the past rather than what Peggy did today.” Steve furrows his brow and you smile a little. “I mean you are sweet and I really do hate that she moved in on you, but we have known each other for 12 hours so I can’t be as mad as I was with Colin.” Steve nods and laughs.

“Yeah, I get that.” His eyes soften and he brushes your cheek with his thumb, copying the movement you just did to him. “12 hours or not, I really do like you. And I really really want to start over with you. Forget Peggy, forget all the drama. What do you say?” Your breath catches and your gaze shifts to the ground and then back at him.

“I’d like that, but there are a few things you should know before we start over.” Steve nods.

“I’m all ears.” He leans back and drops his arm across the back of the bench.

“I need you to know that I was never with Colin while he was involved with Peggy. I didn’t know her- never even saw her, but I knew about her. Colin would mention her from time to time but she never came over and he never went out. I thought they worked together and had a fling.” You take another breath before looking at him. You see the same trusting gaze that you found with Bucky. So you decide to tell him, “And the reason I moved in with him was because my ex boyfriend beat me so bad I almost died, Colin helped me hide, my ex didn’t know about him so I was safe there. I was safe with him, until I wasn’t.” You see Steve straighten up and clench his fist. “He didn’t hurt me, physically. He just- when I needed him to be better he couldn’t be.” You meet Steve’s gaze and it’s different. Bucky’s healed you, Steve’s is strengthening you, both as important as the other.

“Is this creep still alive?” Steve asks, his jaw clenched. You feel oddly comfortable with him so you reach out and pat his thigh as you lightly laugh.

“Umm no, actually.” Steve glances at you. “He worked on some special forces thing. Secret government mission and all, he didn’t make it home and he had me listed as his ‘family’ so I got the notice.” You sigh and Steve nods. “He was killed in action right around the time Colin and I started dating..” A flash of something passes over Steve’s face. He quickly looks at you, you can’t quite figure out why he has that look.

“What was his name?” He asks. You are taken aback and you shake your head, thrown by his question, why does he care what his name was?

“Brock, Brock Rumlow.” The name sends shivers down your spine. Steve nods, there is a flash of something in his eyes and then it’s gone. He nods and then takes your hands.

“I’m sorry but I’m glad he can’t hurt you anymore.” You reach out and rub his shoulder and let your hand fall on his chest.

“Me too, Steve.” His eyes are soft and his smile is sweet, he leans in and gives you a gentle kiss. You let him linger for a moment before you gently push him away. “Steve?”

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes as he leans his forehead against yours. “you said you had ‘a few things’ you wanted to talk about.” You nod, “I’m guessing this one is about Bucky.” You nod again and Steve nods too. He kisses your head and then sits back. “Even if my head isn’t turned anymore, yours still is.”

“Yeah, it is.” You admit. Steve looks up at the sky, the stars shining bright. He smiles and then looks at you.

“Well, I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge. In fact I’m kinda known for running in head first.” He smirks and you can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, Bucky mentioned something about you being Stubborn.” You wink and Steve laughs.

“Stubborn and not willing to give up on something I believe in.” He scoots closer to you. “And I believe we could have something pretty amazing.”

“Oh do you?” You ask teasing him.

“I do,” he takes your face in his hands. “And I’m willing to put my actions where my mouth is.” He kisses you as he wraps his arms around your waist. You smile against his lips and then pull back. “So, bedtime?” Steve asks and you bite your lip and nod.

“Yeah, let’s head inside.” You pull away but take his hand. Steve stops you for a moment. “Are we okay, Everly?” You squeeze his hand and he takes that as a yes. You lead him downstairs and into the bedroom where the others are getting ready for bed.

“OooOOooo” you hear someone calling, you turn and you see Natasha basically catcalling Bucky. He smirks as he strides past everyone already lounging in bed. His black boxer briefs clinging to him in all the right places. All day and you never noticed how toned his thighs are or maybe you did but you were trying to be respectful. He meets your gaze and he winks before he jumps onto the bed with Natasha. She laughs and flings a pillow into his stomach which he promptly tosses back at her. You giggle and look at Steve who is just shaking his head as he laughs.

“I’m gonna get changed.” You tell him as you head off to the closet. Foot steps hurry behind you and you prepare yourself for another round with Peggy. To your surprise, it’s Natasha and Wanda.

“Okay, you have to spill everything!” Wanda gushes and sits at one of the vanities. Natasha sits next to her and backs up her statement.

“Yeah, dish on what took so long with the beautiful, buff twins over there.” Natasha sits back and smirks. A blush rises on your cheeks and you can’t hide the smile breaking on your face.

“Bucky came and talked to me first. He was really sweet and just wanted to check on me, make sure I was okay.” You fidget with your pajamas in hand. “Then It was Steve’s turn, he wanted to make sure we were okay, explain himself and apologize.” Natasha nods and looks at Wanda.

“Okay so where do you stand with him?” She asks as she leans forward.

“Well, I believe him when he says he isn’t into her anymore and the stunt she pulled makes him that more turned off by her.” You are quiet for a moment and the two ladies let you sit in your thoughts for a moment. “I told them both about my past, which I can’t talk about anymore tonight but I promise to fill you both in,” Wanda gets up and hugs you and Natasha squeezes your hand as you wipe a little tear away with the other. “I was honest with him that even though I am with him my head is still turned a little by Bucky.” You glance at Natasha and she smiles.

“Hey, I’ll be honest, my head is a little turned by everyone here.” She shrugs. “So you aren’t hurting my feelings saying that.” You laugh and look around.

“I feel horrible that my drama made the first day end so abruptly.” You sit down on the floor and they both join you.

“No!” Wanda exclaims, “it was Peggy and her vindictive ways! If she had just played the game like the rest of us you could have gone the whole summer never having known! But she wanted to get under your skin, she wanted to create the drama. Don’t feel bad for defending yourself.” Wanda states. You sniffle and thank her.

“So how are you and Jake?” You ask and Wanda blushes, she looks around to make sure no one got up to eavesdrop. She leans in and whispers.

“He is so dreamy!” She gushes. You and Natasha laugh and tease her a little.

“Oh look at Wanda, ready to walk off the island already!” Natasha pokes at her and she blushes.

“Well not quite. But he has potential! I’m ready to flirt my ass off tomorrow and really work at getting to know him.” She says proudly. “Natasha, what is your plan?”

Natasha glances at you and then back at Wanda.

“You know I’m not sure. I have to be honest, I might put in the flirt tomorrow on Steve, see where it goes. Respectfully of course!” She looks to you and you smile. You lean your head on her shoulder.

“Thank you for telling me and not doing it behind my back.” You say as you squeeze her arm in yours and sigh. “I’m gonna test the waters with Steve and Bucky tomorrow, see if sparks start flying, you know?”

“Yes!” Wanda yells too loudly.

“Absolutely!” Natasha agrees. Steve and Bucky come running in.

“Everything okay?” Bucky asks, looking between the three women. You blush and the other two just laugh and nod.

“Yup! We’re perfect Buck! Now go lay down!” Natasha shoos him away. Steve and Bucky can hear the laughter and giggles as they walk away from the closet. Steve pulls Bucky to the side and motions for him to follow. Bucky does and ends up in the stairwell with Steve.

“Did Everly tell you about her past? About her Ex?” Steve asks, leaning against the wall.

“Colin?” Bucky questions.

“No,” Steve looks to make sure no one is listening. “About the one who-“ Bucky cuts him off.

“Oh, yeah,” her nods and looks to the ground. “Yeah she did. I was about three seconds away from asking for his address cause ‘I just wanna talk’. God what an asshole.” Bucky says as he crosses his arms. He sits on the top stair and Steve settles on the stair two down from him.

“Well, he’s dead.” Steve says, gaging Bucky’s reaction.

“Good riddance!” Bucky almost cheers, Steve stops him, shushing him a little and leaning in closer.

“It was Rumlow, Buck.” Steve says, his jaw clenched. Bucky’s heart stops for a moment, the memories flooding back to him. He hangs his head in his hands and rubs his face before he looks up to meet Steve’s gaze.

“Were they together before he died?” The tension in Bucky’s voice is painful, Steve knows he is holding back so he doesn’t put a hole in the wall.

“Yeah, from what she told me, it sounded like there was only a year between their break up and when he died.” Steve explains, examining his own hands, there is a scar across his knuckles from where he had taken out his anger on the very man they are speaking about. Bucky has a few knife scars from him as well.

“So,” Bucky is finally putting all the pieces together. The ones that Steve put together as he talked with you on the terrace. “The woman he would brag about and show photos of, was Everly.” Steve nods. “And the woman he said was an ‘obedient bitch’, was Everly.” Steve leans his head back against the wall. “And the Woman you and I tried to find and save from him because we were tired of hearing his stories about how he hurt her, that woman was Everly.” Steve look at Bucky and nods, a slight tear in his eye.

“Yeah, Buck.” Steve confirm/ his voice breaking. “She was dating him during that time so unless he was cheating on her, then yeah.” Bucky hangs his head again and Steve look up at the ceiling. “God, I hope he was cheating on her.” Steve whispers, Bucky can’t believe it but he agrees with Steve, hoping against all odds that you weren’t the woman Brock would talk about. “This incredible woman has been hurt enough, the last thing I want to do is end up in a fight over her especially if it could cost me my best friend.” Bucky looks at Steve and nods. “I can’t deny what you two have, I can see it. Had she walked out first she would have chosen you.” Bucky goes to interrupt but Steve won’t let him. “Yet I can’t help but feel a connection with her, Buck.” Steve sighs, “I’m not gonna back down. I’m not gonna be macho, alpha man and ‘stake my claim on her’ but I’m also not gonna give up without a honorable fight. So may the best man, Win.” Bucky laughs to himself and nods. He reaches a hand out and shakes Steve’s while they stand up.

“I intend to, Stevie!” He jokes and Steve laughs, patting his back and heading off to the bedroom.

“So Everly, are you gonna wear a sexy little outfit tonight? Or are you sleeping alone?” Wanda asks. You look at your options and decide to throw caution to the wind.

“You know what?! Why the hell not!” You grab a little black Teddie. It’s lace but not seen through and still leaves quite a bit to the imagination.

“What about this?” You hold it up to get their opinions. You Wanda squeals and Natasha smirks.

“Well now I want to cuddle in bed with you.” Natasha teases and you laugh, giving her hip a bump with yours.

“And I want to wash and borrow it!” Wanda says. You laugh.

“We will see!” You say and Wanda takes that as a yes. They both get quiet and go stone cold, you turn to see what caused it, Peggy stands in the doorway, all changed and ready for bed. She puts her stuff down and heads into the bedroom. You hear Steve’s voice say, ‘Absolutely not, we can talk in the morning in clear view of others.’ You hear her shuffle away and settle on a bed, looking back at Natasha and Wanda, you can’t help but smile a little.

“Bet that felt nice to hear Stevie say.” Natasha says, teasing Steve in the process with his little nickname. You nod and beam at her.

“It really did. Now you two go to bed, I need to shower and I’ll meet y’all in there.” They shuffle to bed and leave you to it. It’s the quickest shower of your life and you rush through some of your steps, not wanting to keep everyone up even later, the lights won’t go off till everyone is in bed. You braid your hair and step into your slippers. You give yourself one final check and make your way out to the bedroom. You expect to find everyone asleep but instead everyone is awake and talking. Except when they see you. The boys stop talking and their jaws drop. You feel slightly bad because even Jake is putting his glasses back on to get a good look at you.

“Wow, Everly. You look-“ Steve starts to say but is interrupted.

“Stunning” Bucky says, his eyes gleaming as he looks at you.

“Incredible” Sam admits as he sits up in bed.

“Wow,” is all Jake says before he turns back to Wanda and gives her a sheepish look. She pats his face and then takes his glasses back off.

“You had your look, now bed.” She says and Jake blushes before he snuggles up to Wanda, but not before throwing another glance your way. Steve lifts your side of the covers and you slip off your slippers and climb into bed with him. You notice he is shirtless and he has the same type of boxer briefs that Bucky has. They are tight in all the right places and you want to get a better look, maybe later. You see a steady blush creep up on Steve’s cheeks and it spreads down his neck and across his chest. It’s really cute and you wonder if that blush spreads everywhere or if it just stops at his peck.

“Hi,” he whispers as you two lay down and he pulls the covers over you both. The lights finally go out and there is a collective sigh of relief. Steve reaches out and brushes your hair back from your face, grazing his thumb across your cheek.

“Hi,” you answer back. You move a little closer.

“I want to be respectful, so I want to ask,” he takes a breath, “do you want to cuddle? Or would you rather your own space tonight. I don’t mind either way.” You bite your lip as you think, a cuddle wouldn’t be so bad, would it? Besides, it’s been months since you were last cuddled.

“I’d love a cuddle.” You admit, you can see Steve’s smile even in the dark. You go to turn over to be the little spoon when Steve stops you.

“Oh, you know- I’m kinda the little spoon usually.” You can’t hide the shock on your face. You shouldn’t have assumed but he did offer the cuddles so you naturally thought he’d be the one holding you. You try to find you voice but he soon is laughing and pulling you close into his big arms. “Sorry I had to,” you laugh and poke his side before you turn over.

“Not funny.” You pretend to pout. He laughs and kisses your head.

“It was a little funny.” He says and you have to agree. For the first time in months you fall asleep in a man’s arms and you don’t worry about your safety, wellbeing, or if he’s cheating on you. It’s been one heck of a day and it’s only day one. You just pray the rest of the summer isn’t as exciting.

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