Summary:Jensen films in Vancouver, his wife Ava films in Atlanta.Living and working in different countries is hard but the reunions are definitely worth it!
Characters:Jensen Ackles x Ava Ackles (OFC), Madeleine (Maddie) Ackles (mentioned).
A/N:Text in italicsare internal thoughts. As always, this hasn’t been beta’d, so all mistakes are mine. Enjoy, like, reblog, comment, give feedback – all would be appreciated!
She licked and kissed her way up his body, paying extra attention to his neck until finally, she reached his lips and kissed him passionately. One of his hands caressed her side and back, the other settling on the back of her neck and squeezing gently. She pulled away from his lips and trailed open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and up his cheek. “Tell me what you need, baby,” she purred into his ear, lightly biting on his lobe, and smiling as his abdominal muscles twitched under her thighs.
“Ride me. Slowly,” he groaned.
“From the front or back?” She asked before lowering her head back down and sucking at the soft spot on his collarbone.
“Uhh, fuck!” His hips bucked up, looking for some much needed friction. “Front, Princess. I need to see you when you come!” He growled.
Raising her hips, she reached a hand between her legs and gently grasped his solid member placing it at her entrance, slowly sliding him inside her, both moaning the entire time. When she bottomed out, her hands skimmed slowly up his torso and chest before curling around those broad shoulders she loved so much and gripped gently to keep her balance. Jensen’s hands caressed her knees before sliding up her thighs, over her hips and coming to a stop on her waist. He tightened his hold on her when she began rocking her hips lazily up and down his length.
“Shit, Jensen! It feels so good!” Ava gasped as she set herself a slow and sensual pace.
Summary:You and Jensen get hot and heavy (and loud!) in your hotel room.
Pairing:Jensen Ackles x Reader
Bingo Square: Quote J
Warnings:Language, smut, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), face riding, fingering, a little bit of spanking, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!)
Word Count: 2,997
A/N: This is written as a submission for Tell Me A Story Bingo hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The square filled is “Quote J” and the quote used is in bold. This was so much fun to write, I hope you enjoy it! This hasn’t been beta’d so all mistakes are my own.
“Come on!” Jensen said, frustration evident in his words and wildly gesturing hands. He’d pushed and pulled on every switch but the spotlights on the ceiling of their hotel room remained on. Making his rounds to check every switch in the room for the third time, he was becoming desperate.
You’re lying in the big comfy bed looking like a Goddess in the plum, lace underwear set he’d bought you as a present. Well, it was more of a present for him, but whatever. He desperately wanted to be in that bed with you instead of dealing with this shit.
“How the hell do we get these lights off?” He murmured, travelling around the room again flicking all the switches.
“Babe, just come to bed.” You said.
“I won’t be able to sleep with that light on!”
“I can think of something that’ll make you so exhausted, you won’t care,” you bat your eyes at him.
A deep groan rumbled from his chest knowing exactly what you meant. “Just give me a minute,” he said as he appeared at your side of the bed to flick the switches next to you. You can’t help yourself as you reach out and grab at the half-hard bulge you’d been working on with your hands before he decided to turn some of the lights off and get cosy.
From where I stood backstage I could hear the crowd of Supernatural fans burst into laughter over the story Jensen was telling them about that involved our four year old son tumbling off his bike down the little hill at the park near our house. I didn’t have to pull the curtain to see his reactions as there was a monitor back here and judging by the grin on his face I could tell what was coming next.
“So now Miles is at the bottom of the hill quiet as a lamb and I kid you not, this was Y/N’s reaction. OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD, MILES!” Jensen was now out of his seat mimicking the way I chased after Miles that day which only sent the crowd into another fit of laughter.
“Oh hell no, can I have a mic?”
The thing is neither Jensen nor Jared knew that I hopped on a flight to come to their con in Vancouver so me stepping on stage is bound to take them both by surprise. The assistant handed me a microphone and I climbed the steps to the stage. The crowd cheered even more when I came into their line of sight.
“Meanwhile this was Jensen, HE’S GOT HIS HELMET ON HE’S FINE!” I tried to drop my voice to mimic him and he immediately turned to look at me with such disbelief written on his face.
“Y/N!” Jared pushed Jensen out of the way on his way over to me; the tall beast picked me up with his arms wrapped around me in a bone crushing hug, if nobody that knew a thing about us they’d swear that the moose was my husband with his enthusiasm.
“I haven’t seen my beautiful wife in two weeks and you pushed me out of the way to get to her first. Put her down now!” Jared turned to look at him and from the monitor on this side of the stage I could see Jared sticking his tongue out at his friend refusing to put me down just yet.
“I haven’t seen her in three weeks so shh.” Since my arms were squished to my sides I couldn’t do anything more than stick my face into the crook of his neck which had the fans cooing at the sight.
“I missed you too Jared, now put me down, the air is thin up here.” Finally giving in, Jared placed my feet back onto the ground and steadied me only for my husband to do the same thing but this time I wrapped my legs around his waist and my hands immediately found their place in his grown out hair.
“Hi handsome.”
“Hi beautiful lady, this is a nice surprise.” Jensen took a couple steps back to where his stool is and the way that he did it so effortlessly too had the crowd whistling suggestively. Once I was seated Jensen brought his mic up to his mouth.
“Get your minds out of the gutter.” Although he used his dad voice, his face was saying the complete opposite, happy with the fact that his fans now had a memory that they’re never going to forget.
“Where’s my kid?”
“He’s napping in one of the rooms backstage, where are my manners? Hi everyone, how are we doing tonight?” The fans cheered once more and I took that as a good sign. Jensen nudged my legs open so that he could stand between them with his back to me and just as if we were home, I didn’t hesitate to rake my fingers up his back and through his hair. By the look on Jensen’s face, the fans could tell how much he had missed my touch and if we’re being honest, I missed having him around too.
“Look at him, he’s like a puppy.” Jared shouldn’t be the one to talk when he himself is a sucker for head scratches.
“Says the actual puppy.”
“You know Jay I’ve gotta say, you do look extra handsome today. Dark colours really look good on you.” The olive green shirt and his black jeans was an excellent pairing.
“Thanks darlin and you look gorgeous as always. Alright, back to why we’re really here. See, my wife shows up here and threw me off, we were taking questions. Who’s the next lucky person?” Jared squinted his eyes to search the crowd until his eyes landed on the Castiel cosplayer.
“You in the trench coat, let us haveth thy question.”
“Uh hi, my name’s Sara and my question isn’t about the show but it’s for the Ackles.” A woman’s voice filled the auditorium and by her tone I could guess what her question was going to be.
“Shoot.”
“What is one thing that you both love that your son does and do you guys plan on having another one?” Jensen dramatically leaned back on me at the second part to her question, he hadn’t voiced his opinion on having another kid running around the house so this should be fun.
“Miles is a mama’s boy and every night he makes sure that Y/N is the one who feeds him his dinner, gives him his bath and cuddles with him until he falls asleep and from my point of view I adore their bond, I think it’s amazing.”
“Miles is at the age now where you know, kids mimic what they see and his new thing is wearing daddy’s hat backwards and he’d get me to fill his sippy cup with juice or water so that he could join Jensen on the couch to watch whatever he’s watching on tv.”
“I actually saw the photo you had posted on Instagram about that and I thought that it was cute, he’s Jensen’s mini-me.”
“Definitely and about baby number two, Y/N and I haven’t discussed it but I’m sure if it does happen we’ll both be over the moon about it.”
I didn’t fly all the way from Texas to Vancouver, Canada to just see Jensen, I came because I had something important to tell him and this lovely lady set it up so nicely for me to break the news.
“You know I’m so glad you said that Jay because we’ve got give or take six months left of being a family of three.” Jensen didn’t fully process my words until the crowd went insane at my announcement. He immediately turned around to face me, shocked by what I said.
“What? You- shut up!”
“Surprise!” He cupped my face in his hands before planting a celebratory kiss on my lips.
“When did you find out?”
“Yesterday and I hopped on a flight first thing this morning to come tell you.” Jared bounded over to wrap his arms around Jensen.
“Congratulations you two!”
“Thank you Jared.”
I didn’t want to take up anymore time on their stage so I quickly kissed Jensen’s cheek and told him that I’ll see him afterwards. I waved to everyone in the crowd on my way off the stage and passed the mic back to the assistant.
For the rest of the panel, the boys messed around on stage and Jensen got a whole lot of congratulations on our growing baby inside of me. Coming closer to the end Miles woke up from his nap and Jay called out for me to rejoin them on stage.
“Daddy!” Miles stretched for his father and Jensen immediately took him from me, happy to finally have his son back in his arms. The band played music to close off the event and some of the other cast members came out on stage to join the fun. With Miles on his hip, Jensen pulled me into his side to kiss me once more in the midst of all that’s going on around us.
Although we hadn’t planned for another one, I have no doubt in my mind that he or she is going to be loved unconditionally by us and by extension, the Supernatural family.
The wrap party for the long-running show Supernatural was in full swing, music playing in the background of the room filled with production crew and the main stars of the show.
Y/N took the beer bottle from Jensen’s grasp and thanked him for the beverage. If it was completely up to her she would’ve stayed at home but she knew how much tonight meant to her boyfriend and she didn’t want to let him down tonight by not attending the wrap party for the show.
“You’re pretty quiet tonight, everything alright?” Jensen’s breath fanned against her ear and he spoke for only her to hear him. Usually Y/N would be the life of the party, joining him and Jared for a round of shots but tonight she opted to keep her distance from the crowd, especially his ex-wife Danneel.
“Everything’s fine J don’t worry about me.” Y/N tried her best to reassure him that nothing was wrong but they both knew that something was definitely off.
“Y/N! How nice to finally see you crawled out of your hole to join us.” Jared wrapped her up in one of his bear hugs with Genevieve and the redhead beside him. Genevieve pried him off of her to give her a hug as well while Danneel merely gave her a once over over the rim of her glass.
“It’s nice to see you as well, how are the kiddos?”
“They’re great, Odette is growing up so fast.”
“And Danneel, how are you?” Y/N always tried to be civil whenever they were in the same room but the red head never cared much about Jensen’s new and younger lover.
“Clearly better than you, when was the last time you looked in a mirror?” Genevieve and Jared both shared the same look, the taller one in the group nudged his friend to speak up but he chose to stay out of it hoping that she would stop.
“Right before I left home actually.”
“And you still left the house looking like that, damn Jensen, you could’ve upgraded at least.” Jensen remained tight-lipped which angered Y/N even further. Pleased with herself, the red head left the four of them behind, making her way through the mass of bodies in the room.
“Don’t take her on Y/N, she’s just had too much to drink tonight, I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it.” Genevieve gave her arm a gentle squeeze, Jared on the other hand dragged his friend away to talk some sense into him.
“No Gen, that’s how she’s always been towards me since Jensen introduced me into the kid’s lives. I try to be civil at least enough for their kids but she makes it so damn hard and Jensen- you know what, I think I’m calling it a night.” Genevieve knew there was no use in trying to stop her friend from leaving, she was pissed off and the fact that Jensen didn’t tell his ex-wife to back off only added fuel to the raging fire.
“How are you gonna get home?”
“I’ll get an Uber, I’d he asks for me kindly tell him to fuck off. Goodnight Gen, you guys have fun, I’m not staying to ruin anyone’s night.” Y/N downed her beer and left the empty bottle on the nearest table on her way out.
Danneel couldn’t help but smile, watching on as Y/N stormed out and got into an Uber. There was nothing wrong about the girl that her kids called “Mommy number two” other than the fact that she now had Jensen and she hated that.
The red head sauntered over to the trio who were deep in a conversation; one that Jensen wasn’t pleased with having out in the open. His green eyes found the conniving woman and his scowl deepened further. Jared and Genevieve threw glares at her as they left them to talk.
“You are unbelievable Danneel, all she’s been trying to do was be cordial but for whatever reason yet again, you’ve been nothing but a bitch with your constant jabs at her.” Jensen has had more than enough of the red head to last him a lifetime, the only reason he still considers her someone important in his life is the kids that they created together.
“Oh please J, you know you could do much better. Maybe even coming back to me, we could pick things up right where we left off. Admit it J, you still love me.” Jensen tensed up beneath her hold on his bicep, pulling herself closer to him.
“You’ve officially lost all sense, there’s nothing there Danneel.”
“Oh it’s there J that’s a lot of years, memories to just walk away from.”
“Yeah, well I wasn’t the one that walked first.” With that said, Jensen left her standing there, making his way through the crowd. His green eyes scanned the mass of bodies for his girlfriend but she was nowhere to be seen.
“Gen have you seen Y/N?”
“She left and don’t you even think about going after her so soon. She’s upset and you rushing home to get to her would be a stupid decision, give her time to cool off properly otherwise you’d be sleeping on the patio.” As much as he hated to admit it, she was right.
While Jensen grabbed himself a bottle of water, Y/N’s Uber was pulling up to the curb of their home. She paid the young man and got out.
"Thanks, have a goodnight.”
She shut the car door and made her way up to the front door of her shared house with Jensen. She was still pissed off about the way Danneel made it her business to be rude to her; hopefully Jensen doesn’t come home anytime soon because he would get an earful from her.
She decided to take a shower that was needed now more than ever to wash away her anger. Hopefully Genevieve and Jared kept Jensen busy until they decided that it was all clear for him to leave the party to get to her. Once she was finished, she got out and dried her skin before pulling up her underwear and slipping on one of her big t-shirts.
Her phone kept buzzing on the nightstand with Jensen’s face and caller ID lighting up the screen. She watched it ring until I went to voice-mail.
“Damnit Y/N.” Jensen’s frown deepened as he tapped on her contact to send her a message instead; all he wanted to know was that she’s fine.
Hey angel, did you get home okay? I’m losing my mind here. Could you please let me know.
Her phone pinged signalling his text and her only response was the emoji thumbs up. She didn’t want to talk to him right now but she also didn’t want him to worry about her safety. Jensen, however, wanted more than a thumbs up reaction to his message. He made his final rounds around the room and left the wrap party. Y/N has had more than enough time to relax.
Speaking of which, Y/N was now sprawled out on the couch flicking through the cable channels, CW had reruns of Supernatural and the last thing she wanted to see was Danneel sharing the screen with J2. She kept changing the channel until she finally settled on a home renovation show. Her phone screen lit up yet again but this time it was JJ trying to FaceTime.
“Hiya sweetpea.”
“Hi!” The little girl smiled brightly at her, Arrow and Zepplin were standing behind her on their mother’s couch with their hands in their older sister’s hair.
“What are you three doing up, it’s late.”
“Couldn’t sleep and our sitter doesn’t mind that we’re up. Aren’t you supposed to be with dad?” In the background Zepplin reached over to Arrow and grabbed a handful of her hair to pull her head towards him.
“I was but then I had to leave early. Zep don’t yank Arrow’s hair, baby boy.” The five year old listened to her and untangled his tiny hands from Arrow’s locks.
“What do you say?”
“Sorry sissy.” The little boy kissed his sister’s cheek and she pushed away, still upset that he pulled her hair.
“Is dad home? I tried calling him but it went straight to voicemail.” The Ackles offspring had impeccable timing because as soon as the words left her mouth, the front door opened and the man in question walked in.
“He is now.”
“Can I talk to him?” Y/N pushed up to her feet and passed him the phone on her way to the kitchen; she didn’t stick around to listen to his conversation with the kids. Jensen shifted his focus from his pissed off lady to his kids that were excited to see him. They told him how their day was and what movie they’re watching, the regular stuff kids that age always got excited to tell their parents about. JJ could tell that there was more going on between her dad and Y/N as he didn’t greet her the way he usually did with a kiss to her cheek or forehead; they were fighting.
“Dad are you and Y/N fighting?” Jensen merely scoffed at his daughter’s excellent observation skills. With her arms crossed and eyebrows lifted, the eight year old waited for him to say something but he didn’t.
“If you are, you need to make it better before we get there tomorrow afternoon.”
“Alright, alright missy. You and your siblings should get some sleep, I love you J bird. Goodnight rascals.” The call ended and he placed the device on the coffee table; time to attempt to talk to Y/N who busied herself with washing the dishes in the sink.
“Darlin’.”
No answer. Jensen closed the distance between them by moving to wrap his arms around her stomach, knowing how much she loved when he did that.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve said something.”
“Why, it’s not the first time you’ve let that shit slide Ackles so why apologise now?” Y/N tried to get out of his hold but that only made him hold onto her tighter.
“Let me go Jensen.”
“No, you’re going to stay right here and listen to me.” His beard burned against the shell of her ear.
“You’re right, I did let her get away with a lot but tonight was the final straw. I called her out for it afterwards and I know that me saying this might not even mean shit to you but I did.”
“Only took you sixteen months but hey, you said something. I’m serious Jensen, let me go.” Defeated, he did as told and she gladly took several steps away from him.
“Did she at least tell you why she’s been bitching at me every single chance she had?” Y/N wasn’t a stupid woman, she knew the redhead still had feelings for him but she wanted to hear the words leave his mouth.
“She still has feelings for me apparently.”
“What about you, do you still have feelings for her?”
“No, hell no. I closed that door the minute I signed those divorce papers. The only woman that I love is standing in this room.” Rolling her eyes, Y/N spun on her heels to leave the kitchen.
“You would’ve put a stop to it sooner if that was true. I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight.” Jensen followed after her all the way up the stairs to the guest room at the end of the hallway but he was a second too slow to stop the door from closing in. The lock clicked and he sighed, knocking against the wood.
“Baby please, open the door.” Y/N leaned against the door instead of letting him in.
“You’re right, the first time it happened I should’ve nipped it in the bud but instead I let it drag on for far too long and that must’ve given you the impression that I still have feelings for her but I promise you that I don’t. If it wasn’t for JJ, Arrow and Zepplin I wouldn’t have any sort of connection to her but we do have the kids Y/N and they adore you just as much as I do.” Y/N felt her anger slowly slipping away and she hated the fact that he couldn’t leave her to be angry.
“You can be mad at me all you want tomorrow baby but let’s not go to bed like this.” She caved and unlocked the door. Jensen let himself in and immediately pulled her flush against him, wrapping his arms around her and she caressed the back of his head.
“I love you darlin’.”
“You couldn’t let me be mad at you for once.”
“Nope.” Jensen hoisted her up into his arms and she instinctively secured her legs around him.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re not sleeping in here and I have some making up to do.” Jensen carried her over to their room with a cheeky smile on his face. Y/N squealed as he dropped her on the bed and he wasted no time in caging her beneath him.
Title: Replay Life - S10E14 The Executioner’s Song Summary: As they settle into another night of Supernatural, they are both surprised to find that one episode is a favorite for them both. Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Other Characters: None Pairing: None Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 2504 A/N:
Jensen spent most of the following week working on a special project for (Y/N) and then continuing their rewatch in the evenings. He finally finished his project, walking upstairs he found (Y/N) dishing out some Chinese takeout in the kitchen.
“Hey pretty girl, it smells good in here.”
She chuckled, “You can thank A Taste of China for this wonderful dinner.”
Jensen pulled the end of her shirt up, wiping his face as she turned around. For a moment tension filled silence filled the space between. Her wide eyes traveled down his body stopping where his stomach was showing. Her bottom lip disappeared beneath her teeth before slightly shaking her head.
“I’ll go get cleaned up and then we can watch Supernatural.”
(Y/N) shook her head slightly, “S-Sounds good…”
He turned away from her, pulling his shirt off. A grin splitting across his face as he heard her gasp softly then growl. Jensen was thankful for their playful banter and teasing being back, but knew payback would be a complete bitch. He quickly took a shower and wore the buffalo plaid pj pants she had gotten him last Christmas along with a plain black t-shirt.
As he walked downstairs he heard (Y/N) giggling, “What’s so funny?”
She stood up having the same pj bottoms on, “We’re twinsies!”
“Except you look way better in your pjs.”
This was true, (Y/N)’s pj pants were snuggled around her ass and she had on a black tank top that showed off her beautiful breasts. Suddenly, Jensen found himself wishing he had worn jeans to keep his obvious reaction from being noticed. Yes, payback was definitely being a bitch right now.
Tonight, they were at the midway point of season ten. Other than the purgatory story arc, Jensen loved the Mark of Cain story arc. A lot of his favorite moments came from one particular episode that was coming up. As ‘Halt & Catch Fire’ ended, he could see (Y/N) was starting to get tired and he wanted to show her what he had been working on for her all week before they called it a night.
“You wanna stop here?” He asked.
She shook her head, “No, the next episode is one of my favorites and then we can call it a night.”
Jensen smiled, “Okay. I have something to show you afterwards.”
“Hmm, I’m intrigued. Now, shhh. Watch the episode.”
The Impala drove down the road to Polunsky Unit in Livingston, West Virginia.
Dean asked, “The Zodiac?”
“Seven victims.” Sam answered without hesitation.
“Dahmer?” Dean asked, glancing towards his brother.
Again, Sam answered with hesitation, “Seventeen.”
Dean scoffs, “That’s some freaky stuff, man. It’s a whole new side of you.”
“It’s called true crime, Dean. It’s a hobby.”
“No. Bass fishing, needlepoint …that’s a hobby, okay? Collecting serial-killer stats… that’s… that is an illness.” Dean turns the Impala into the prison entrance.
Jensen chuckled, “You and Sammy have so much in common.”
“Hey! True Crime is a hobby and there is nothing wrong with that.” She playfully smacked him with a pillow before returning to her spot on the couch.
She stretched her legs out with her feet resting in his lap. She curled her toes at just the right angle to brush against his dick, awakening it once more. A soft groan rumbled within Jensen’s chest as he readjusted his sitting position.
“You okay?” (Y/N) asked, not looking from the TV.
He narrowed his eyes, studying her face to see if she was playing with him, “I’m fine. My butt is falling asleep.”
(Y/N) moved her feet from his lap and pushed them beneath his butt wiggling her toes against his cheeks, “Does this help?”
The only thing it was helping was the tent growing in his pants especially when her toes slipped towards the crevice of his ass, “Whoa! Hey now, watch it.”
The mischievous smirk on her face gave him the answer from before. She was indeed fucking with him.
Castiel and Cain are standing among the fresh graves as Cain says, “I’ve got time. How’s Dean, by the way? I hear he did good, took Abaddon down. He’s not well?”
“Even with the First Blade hidden, Dean is losing his fight against the Mark. If we don’t find a cure…” Castiel looks away.
“There is no cure. I’m living proof of that. But don’t worry about Dean. I’ll get to him, in due time.”
Castiel slides the angel blade out of his coat sleeve and into his hand.
“Sorry, Castiel. You’re not on my list.” Cain says then disappears.
(Y/N) sat up crossing her legs beneath her, “Alright I gotta ask…”
“Oh boy…” He mumbled, taking a long drink from his beer.
“Did you honestly never play up the whole Dean and Cas thing?”
If it was not (Y/N) asking the question, Jensen would have given his standard answer like he always did. However, she was his most trusted friend and there were no secrets between them.
“No, I never intentionally played Dean as having a thing for Cas.”
She chuckled, “So, your thing for Misha just came out naturally no matter who y’all were playing at the time.”
Panic seized his body as what he believed to be his best kept secret, was revealed so easily. He stared at her in silence as she looked back at the TV. When she glanced back a moment later, his stunned body frozen like a statue, (Y/N) moved to sit beside him.
“What’s wrong? Did you think I didn’t know about your major crush on Mish?”
Jensen shook his head, “I didn’t think anybody knew. I play it off usually, so everyone would be none the wiser.”
“Oh handsome, you couldn’t deny or hide your your feelings for that man if you tried. I mean, the bulk of your fandom are Cockles girls. Including me.” (Y/N) chuckled.
The shame hit him like a tidal wave pushing out all the air from his lungs. His chest burned as he tried to take in a deep breath only for a soft wheezing whistle escaping his lips. Suddenly, (Y/N) was straddling his lap, hugging him tightly to her body.
“Whoa, hey, just breathe in nice and easy for me.” He did as she continued, “Now, breathe out slowly.”
He could feel the panic fading away and wrapped his arms around her, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, but what just happened? You never panic like that.”
He swallowed the last bit of shame lodged in his throat, “You know how we grew up and how a man liking another man was perceived. Not that my family would have ever judged anyone for that, but… I don’t know.”
Jensen closed his eyes as her fingers ran through his hair. She pulled his forehead against hers massaging his scalp. His body relaxing completely against the back of the couch.
“No matter what your feelings are, they are valid. Doesn’t matter if they’re for Mish or a beautiful woman. Your feelings are yours to have and express as you see to it.”
His eyes fluttered and opened staring into hers. Without a second thought, he tilted his head and pressed his lips gently to hers.
“Thanks for always having the right words.”
(Y/N) smiled, running her fingers one last time over his hair, “You’re welcome.” She moved off his lap and curled into his side wrapping one arm around his waist.
In the barn, Cain stomps on Dean’s chest, “It’s called the Mark of Cain for a reason. First… first, you’d kill Crowley. There’d be some strange, mixed feelings on that one, but you’d have your reason. You’d get it done, no remorse. And then you’d kill the angel, Castiel. Now, that one… that I suspect would hurt something awful. And then!”
Cain lunges to the ground, kneeling over Dean and holding the Blade across his throat. As Cain is talking, Dean sees the knife tucked under his coat.
“Then would come the murder you’d never survive, the one that would finally turn you into as much of a savage as it did me.”
Dean firmly says, “No.”
“Your brother, Sam. The only thing standing between you and that destiny is this Blade. You’re welcome, my son.”
Cain raises his hand to plunge the First Blade into Dean. Dean grabs Cain’s knife from his belt and cuts off Cain’s hand at the wrist, the one holding the First Blade. Blood spurts from his wrist. Cain falls over, grabbing his wrist. Dean gets up and grabs both blades as Cain gets to his knees.
“What’s the matter?” Cain asked, eerily calm.
Dean, frightened and tearfully says, “Tell me I don’t have to do this. Tell me that you’ll stop. Tell me that you can stop!”
Cain confirms what they both already know, “I will never stop.”
Dean walks behind Cain as he lowers his head. He raises his arm up and plunges the First Blade into Cain. Thunder booming in the background. A very bruised Dean walks down the stairs to where Sam, Castiel and Crowley are waiting.
SAM worriedly asks, “Dean?”
“Dean, the Blade.” Crowley interjects holding his hand out.
Dean looks at the blade, walks toward Crowley and then hands the blade to Castiel.
Crowley annoyed, “You lied to me.”
“It’s not the first time today. Cain’s list… you weren’t on it.”
Dean looks at Crowley, and then to Cas. When he looks back Crowley has vanished. Dean collapses onto Sam, who holds him up.
“And that’s when I stabbed Jared in the leg.” He chuckled.
(Y/N) laughed softly with him, “Every time I watch this episode I think of that day. Jared bleeding on set and pushing through the next few takes before finally having to bandage the cut. Him never letting you live it down that you stabbed him.”
“I felt so bad for it happening.” He admitted, “After a week of him continually bringing it up I got over the guilt and threatened to stab him again.”
Dean’s bloody knuckles holding a cup. Dean, who is quite hurt, sits at the kitchen table in the Bunker drinking coffee.
Sam stands by the coffee maker and pours himself a cup, “Dean, um, you know, what you did back there… it was incredible. You know, if you can do that without losing yourself…” Sam sits at the table across from Dean.
“That’s cause for hope, even without a cure.”
Dean is pensive as he speaks, “Yeah. Maybe.”
Castiel walks into the room catching Dean’s attention, “So, where’s the Blade?”
“Somewhere safe.” Castiel answers simply.
“Good. Well, if you guys will excuse me, I think I am gonna go sleep for about four days.” Dean gets up walking towards the entryway where Castiel is standing.
Sam nods, “Of course.”
As Dean passes Castiel he pats him on the shoulder with a small smile before letting it drop when he is in the hallway. Fear flashing across his face.
“How is he? Sam?”
“Cas…” Sam looks as if he’s about to cry, “Dean’s in trouble.”
Jensen turned off the TV before the credits began rolling, “Oh boy was he ever…”
“That scene and the one with Cain in the barn are why this is one of my favorite episodes. Dean’s tough guy act drops and we can see he’s truly fearful for what may happen to him. You’re so good at showing exactly how Dean is feeling without even saying a single word.”
A burst of pride swelled in his chest, “Thank you. That’s the best compliment I could ever receive.”
They cleaned up the living room and Jensen held out his hand to her, “Come on. I have something I want to show you.”
He led her down stairs to the larger of the guest rooms where the door was shut. He stood in front of it facing her as she let out a long yawn.
“I promise to make this quick and then off to bed.” She nodded as he continued, “When we were watching Jared’s kiddos, you said that you missed writing…”
“Yeah, writer’s block is a bitch.” She chuckled.
“I figured from all the stress you had while teaching and then leaving the job you loved most. I thought maybe having a space of your own to openly be creative would help.”
Jensen opened the door and flipped the light on. Inside the room, he built floating shelves along one entire wall with a large oversized chair and rolling cart beneath them.
He had put together a ‘U’ shape desk along a shorter wall with each side of the desk running along a wall. On one side was a hutch to store anything she wanted to and on the opposite side were a few more floating shelves. In the center of her desk was a brand new laptop with a docking station that had two twenty-seven inch monitors running off it with a printer beside them. Her computer chair had massage, heating and cooling settings to make the hours she hopefully would be sitting there more comfortable.
He had also put together three storage units to keep her various art items or paper or whatever she needed. He painted the room in a warm cream color with an olive border around the top of the walls. He was able to install a new ceiling fan that matched the color of the border with soft bulb lighting.
Jensen nervously watched (Y/N) look around and take in her new office, “So? What do you think?”
When she turned towards him, Jensen saw tears shining in her eyes, “This… This is amazing Jay. H-How… why?”
“Like I said, I wanted you to have a spot where you could create. Hopefully, once you have it all set up to your liking and personalized, that inspiration will strike.”
(Y/N) closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his waist, “I love it. I’m undeserving of it, but I love it and you for thinking of doing this.”
His heart skipped, “You are more than deserving of this. Now, let’s get to bed so you can start filling this room with books and art.”
She kissed his lips briefly before taking one last look around. They walked up to their rooms, when (Y/N) stopped grasping his hand when they were in front of her room.
“Do you… I mean, would it be okay if I…” She looked at her feet bashfully.
She did not need to finish the question. Jensen pulled her into his side and led her into his room. She immediately crawled onto the bed and settled in on her side. Jensen pulled off his shirt, but kept his pj bottoms on, laying down beside her. (Y/N) pressed her back against his chest and pulled his arm across her waist.
“Goodnight Jay.”
He pressed his lips into her soft hair, “Goodnight pretty girl.”
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Title: Replay Life - S9E4 Slumber Party Summary: Babysitting for Jared and Gen, Jensen creates the ultimate slumber party for them all. Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Other Characters: Padalecki kids Pairing: None Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 2722 A/N:
Jensen was completely out of his element walking into the Padalecki home. Jared and Gen were going out on a much needed date night and had asked (Y/N) to babysit the kids. That meant Jensen was also coming along to help babysit. He loved all three Padalecki kids and would take a bullet for any of them, but being responsible for their well being was a totally different thing.
“Are you guys sure? We could always reschedule to another night when Mama and Pop Padalecki are available.”
(Y/N) shook her pushing Gen out the door, “We’ll be fine. Go out, have fun and come back late tomorrow morning.”
Jared raised an eyebrow towards him silently asking, “Are you alright with this?”
Jensen nodded without saying a word. He missed the silent conversations he could have with his best friend. Words were hardly needed between them and there was something comforting about that.
“Babe, come on, they’ve got this.” Jared wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her out towards their car.
They kissed and said goodnight to their kids and the five of them watched the car drive down their driveway. Odette grabbed ahold of (Y/N)’s hand and started dragging her off towards the living room. Shep bounced off towards the backyard to find what Jensen was sure to be whatever bugs he could.
Tom looked up at him, “Is it alright if I go read up in my room, Uncle Jensen?”
“Sure buddy. I’ll come up and check on ya in a little while.”
Jensen watched him walk up the stairs, trying to remember when exactly Tom had grown into a young man. It felt like yesterday, Tom was calling out for Jensen backstage at a convention and stealing the limelight. Now, he was ten going on twenty and he found himself wishing time would stop.
“Uncle Jensen! Uncle Jensen! Look what I found!” Shep came running into the house holding a small lizard in his hands.
He chuckled, “That’s awesome, Shep. How about we go return him to his home outside so your Aunt (Y/N) doesn’t freak out.”
He walked with Shep outside and they found a great spot in the garden for Lizzy the Lizard to live. It was an unusually cool night for Texas at the end of July making it the perfect night for a fire and smores. Jensen enlisted Shep to help gather all the materials to get a fire going in the firepit and he sent a text to (Y/N) to gather the items for smores.
“Shep, why don’t you help Aunt (Y/N) while I go get Tom.”
They walked back inside and Shep immediately was by (Y/N)’s side. Jensen walked upstairs to Tom’s room, knocking on the door that was only open an inch. Walking in, he found Tom on his bed reading a graphic novel called ‘Crush’.
“Buddy, we’ve built a fire and are making smores. Why don’t you bring your book with you and hang out with us.”
“Okay.” Tom shut his book but did not move from his spot, “Uncle Jensen?”
“Yeah?”
Tom’s dark brown eyes did not look up from his bed, “How do you… how do you know if a girl likes you?”
It did not take a rocket scientist to see what was going on inside the boy’s mind, “There’s lots of ways. Sometimes she’ll hang out with you and your friends or be nice to you more than she is to others. Then some girls act like they don’t like you when they really do.”
“That’s confusing and makes no sense.”
“Oh buddy, it only gets worse when you get to be as old as me.” Jensen chuckled, “Is there a girl you think likes you?”
Tom nodded.
“Do you like her?”
He shrugged, “She’s my best friend, that’s a girl. We talk about all kinds of things and I can tell her anything.”
Jensen smiled softly, “All good things. Why do you think she likes you, likes you?”
“Her best friend told me at lunch that at a sleepover when they were playing truth or dare Ruby said she had a crush on me.”
The anxiety in his voice made Jensen’s heart clench, “And how did that make you feel?”
“Happy and confused.” Tom looked up at him finally with genuine fear, “I like the way things are right now and I don’t want them to change. I like her being my best friend and if we hang out like the other kids that are boyfriend/girlfriend then everything will change.”
His chest tightened as this ten year old, little man described him and (Y/N) perfectly. His heart ached for the kid who should not be thinking about dating at all but that was the times they lived in. Jensen sat next to Tom on the bed and pulled him under his arm.
“The only advice I can tell you is to be honest with her. Tell her that you think she’s great and wonderful and that’s why you want nothing to change between you two.”
“What if she gets mad at me?” A single tear ran down his cheek.
Jensen hugged him a little tighter, “If she gets mad then she really wasn’t the friend you thought she was. She’ll understand and stay by your side if she truly likes you.”
Finally, a smile appeared on Tom’s face before he wrapped his arms around him, “Thanks Uncle Jensen.”
“You’re welcome buddy. Now, let’s go eat some smores.”
Tom picked up his book, heading towards the door, “Hi Aunt (Y/N)!”
“Hey kiddo, will you help your siblings take everything outside.”
He nodded before running down the stairs. Jensen stood walking towards (Y/N), who was leaning against the doorframe.
“You know, you’re wonderful with him. You’re gonna be a great dad one day.”
In his mind an image formed so clearly he swore it could have been a memory. He and (Y/N) sitting on a porch swing as two little ones sat on either side of them. His heart pounded against his chest then dropped when he blinked once again standing in Tom’s room.
“I… I guess so, if that ever happens. If not, then no big deal. I have nephews and nieces to be there for.”
He swore within her beautiful eyes, he saw disappointment flashed before them before she turned walking down the stairs.
Making smores with the kids was more fun than Jensen had anticipated. Helping them roast their marshmallows and getting chocolate over their hands and faces. (Y/N) pulled out her phone, snapping a picture of the five of them to send to Gen.
The five of them were laying on their backs looking up into the night sky. Tom and Shep were trying to count the stars shining above them as the girls were whispering to one another. That is when another idea popped into Jensen’s mind.
“I’ll be right back.”
He went into the house and to the linen closet upstairs. He grabbed all the blankets he could and pillows from the spare bedrooms. Heading back down to the living he got to work on the next portion of their evening. About twenty minutes later he stuck his head out the back door.
“Y’all get your behinds inside it’s time for a movie.” He called out.
The small gasps and squeals that came from the kids would be well worth the hell he would pay from Gen when she would see her living room. A larger blanket tent stood in the middle of the room. Inside, all the cushions and pillows from the house were spread out on the floor. The blankets vaulted up to the walls that the TV was hanging on.
“You guys go put your pjs on, grab your pillows and blankets. Then we’ll pick out a movie to watch.”
The three kids all hugged him excitedly before running up the stairs. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his waist. Standing there with her in his arms and the echoes of little feets above stirred something deep within him.
“Jensen, this is amazing… you’re amazing.” She pressed his lips against his cheek, “I’m going to go make some popcorn.”
The kids were running back in as she walked into the kitchen. Tom had stepped into the room seeing (Y/N) pull away from him. He looked down at him and saw the knowing look in his eyes. Tom walked over to him and patted his arm nodding at him.
The kids had decided to watch Rava the Last Dragon Hunter which Jensen knew absolutely nothing about. He and (Y/N) sat next to one another, their backs against the couch. Shep immediately curled into (Y/N)’s other side while Tom was content at laying at their feet. Which left Odette kneeling nearing the opening for their blanket tent.
“Sweetie, come on in and lay down.” (Y/N) said as Odette’s large doe eyes looked from her then to Jensen.
He could see why Jared was wrapped around her little finger and patted the spot next to him, “Come on sweetheart, you can sit next to me.”
Carrying her blanket, she sat beside him and he wrapped his arm around her so she could lay her head on him. He stretched his other arm across the couch as (Y/N) pressed play. By the time the movie was half over, the kids were fast asleep.
“Should we take them upstairs?” Jensen asked softly.
(Y/N) shook her head, “No, let’s just let them sleep here. I can stay down here with them and you can take the guest room.”
Jensen lifted Odette and laid her on the couch with her blanket. He laid down on his side propping his pillow up.
“If you’re staying then I’m staying.” He patted the small space between them, “Come on, laid down and get comfy.”
(Y/N) took the remote and turned on their next episode of Supernatural, “If they wake up then we can stop the episode.”
Sam is working on the map table as Dean walks in through the door upstairs.
“Hey. How’d it go with Kevin?” Sam asked.
“Oh, that little nerd is in a lovely warded hotel room in Branson. He’s got about 48 hours of pay-per-porn and Kenny Rogers ahead of him.”
(Y/N) chuckled, “I was always curious what Kevin would be into. He seems like the librarian and student type.”
“You’ll have to ask Osric at our next convention.”
She turned towards him with a huge smile, “Ohhh… JIB, I’ll pretend to be a fan and ask during his panel.”
Jensen started laughing and (Y/N) suddenly covered his mouth. Shep stirred next to her, rolling to his side and curling up with his stuffed animal. Without a second though, Jensen playfully licked her hand like he would when they were kids. He was prepared for her disgusted snare and grumbling. However, he was met with a spark of desire in her eyes that surprised him.
She shook her head then stuck her tongue out at him mumbling, “Gross.”
“Turns out the company I work for was outsourcing to child labor, so I took a big Wikileak all over that. And, yeah. It’s cool, though. It’s given me more time to focus on my hobbies… like larping, macrame, and hunting.” Charlie casually mentions.
“Excuse me?” Dean looks alarmed as Sam also looks concerned.
Charlie sighed, “Okay. It was just a couple little cases. I took down a teenage vampire and a ghost… which sounds like a Y.A. novel if you say it out loud.”
Sam asks, still concerned, “Charlie, how’d it go?”
“It was, uh… It was intense. But I kind of wish hunting was more…magical, you know?”
Dean rolls his eyes and Sam looks confused.
“I love that Charlie wants a fantasy adventure. I love the world she lives in within her mind.” (Y/N) leaned her head on his shoulder, “I wish sometimes I could live in a fantasy world.”
“Escaping reality is one of the reasons I went into acting. I get to live many lives.” He looked down at her as she slipped her arm around his waist.
She sighed, “That’s why I always wrote, not that I’ve done that in forever. I miss writing.”
Jensen was racking his brain trying to remember the last time he saw her writing. There was a time (Y/N) would not go anywhere without a notebook and pen. He could remember her writing during dinners out with friends or in the car on road trips.
“There’s no better time than the present to pick up your pen again. Especially, since you’re taking some time off.”
She shrugged another heavy sigh coming from her lips as the episode continued.
The bunker’s kitchen is a complete wreck. The boys enter with guns drawn.
Dean looks around annoyed, “Damn it, I just cleaned in here.”
“Really?” Sam shakes his head.
“Looks like we got a witch here.” Dean states as Charlie and Dorothy enter.
The boys swing around guns drawn. When they see it’s the girls they put them away.
Charlie holds out her hand, “Sorry. We raided your gun range. Made us some poppy bullets. They won’t kill the witch, but they will stun the crap out of her.”
Dean proudly looks down at her taking the bullets, “That’s my girl.”
“I love their friendship. Reminds me a lot of us.” (Y/N) snuggled closer pulling her blanket up tucking it beneath her chin.
Jensen brought his arm down around her. An unsettling feeling bubbling in his stomach. Dean always thought of Charlie as a little sister. He was protective of her. He loved her as a sister, a kindred spirit. However, he felt more for (Y/N). She was his best friend and he was extremely protective of her as Dean was of Charlie. For him, that is where the similarities stopped. He was in love with (Y/N) and could envision spending the rest of his life with her.
He looked down to see (Y/N) had fallen asleep. Glancing around seeing Tom sleeping at the end of their feet, Shep curled up beside (Y/N) and Odette turned onto her side, her little hand falling onto his shoulder. The churning of his stomach calmed and he let out a relaxing breath. This moment, with (Y/N) and kids, this was what he truly wanted. He continued to watch the rest of the episode enjoying the moment of what life could be for him.
Dean wistfully asked, “Think she’ll be back?”
“Of course. There’s no place like home.”
Home. That is what he felt with (Y/N) in his arms and kids around them. Home.
Jensen could hear murmuring voices and soft giggles as the fog of sleep evaporated from his mind. He peeked open his eyes to see Jared and Gen standing in front of them, the blanket fort gone. Jared was holding Odette as Gen was hugging the boys.
“Good morning sleepy head.” (Y/N) walked into the room holding two cups of coffee, “A little wake up juice for you.”
“Thanks.” He took the cup taking a sip as her, Gen and the kids went into the kitchen, “What time is it?”
“A little after nine. I was not expecting a fort in my living room when I came home.” Jared chuckled.
Jensen joined him in laughing, “Sorry, I was going to clean up before y’all got home.”
He was surprised when Jared clapped his hand on his shoulder, “Don’t be sorry. What we walked in on was truly a sight to behold.”
Jared pulled out his phone and within a minute Jensen’s phone was vibrating in his pocket. Jared got up joining the others in the kitchen. Jensen looked at the photo Jared had sent and his heart nearly stopped.
Tom had his back pressed against Jensen’s while Odette had apparently wiggled her way between him and (Y/N). Jensen’s arm was resting along (Y/N)’s arm beneath it and their hand clasped together. Shep was curled into her and his hand resting on her chest.
They looked like the perfect family and Jensen’s heart ached to have that in his life.
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Title: My Favorite Shirt Summary: A single moment changes everything. Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 461 Prompt: Friends to lovers A/N: This is for @impala-dreamer Drabble Challenge
The night had been amazing. Good friends, great food and even better whiskey. I had taken a moment to look around at our small group that had all met at a gathering much like this almost twenty years earlier. Steve jamming on his guitar, Christian pouring drinks and Manns crooning out lyrics making the all the ladies swoon. That was until the man of the hour had finally graced us with his presence.
I had planned this little shindig as a welcome home for my best friend, Jensen. Nearly six months isolated in the land of the north, filming his new show. Now, he was home and all was right with my world.
As the night wound down, I found myself saying goodnight and heading to my room. Looking for the man of the evening on my way. Opening my door, I found him fast asleep in my bed. His freshly cut locks sticking up wildly. His full lips parted as deep breaths of exhaustion escaped through them. His bare bowlegs tangled in my favorite blanket.
And his well worn Zeppelin shirt gracing my floor.
The warm buzz of whiskey fueling my hand to pick it up and slip it over my head. His musk and cologne filled my nose with a heavy concoction as I laid beside him. His natural warmth and soft snoring lulled me into a peaceful sleep.
“Pretty girl… wake up, pretty girl.”
The familiar raspy voice pierced through the whiskey fog. Opening my eyes, I found shining olive orbs staring down at me. His bottom lip disappeared beneath his perfect teeth as I stretched my aching muscles.
“What is it, Jay? I was having the best sleep of my life.”
His fingers dancing along my arm, “I promise to make it worth your wild… hopefully.”
I chuckled, “Make it quick, so I can go back to my amazing dream.”
My dream starring him and I naked and in a multitude of positions.
In that moment of distraction, my best friend, my world, my everything leaned down and kissed me. His soft lips molding with mine, his tongue asking for permission to have more and my body acting on years of unacknowledged feelings.
“W-What are you–” I stammered as he pulled away.
“I’m doing what I should have done years and years ago.” He kissed me again then whispered, “Be mine.”
My answer was immediate and without a second thought, “I’ve always been yours.” I pulled his lips back to mine.
The sun was blinding as I peeked open my eyes. A quiet voice speaking beside me brought a smile and vivid images of what had happened earlier to my mind.
“Well Jared, she was wearing my favorite Zeppelin shirt, so you could say we’re pretty serious.”
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Title: Replay Life - S8E11 LARP and the Real Girl Summary: Jensen finds himself wrestling with his feelings for (Y/N) once more as they watch an episode that combines two of her favorite things. Supernatural and Dungeons and Dragons. Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Other Characters: None Pairing: None Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 3193 A/N: I’m so sorry this chapter is late! Real life is kicking my behind. Anyway, enjoy!
The next week, Jensen and (Y/N) headed into season eight of Supernatural. The last few nights of watching the show together finally felt like old times again. Tonight, (Y/N) was out with some of her fandom friends and had given him specific instructions for her return.
“I’m going to leave the bar at ten o’clock on the dot and should be home no later than ten-thirty. I expect the living room to be all set for us to watch at least one if not two episodes before you turn into a pumpkin.”
Jensen looked down at his phone that read midnight and (Y/N) was nowhere to be found. Her last text had said she was getting ready to leave in five minutes. That had been thirty minutes ago. He was past the concern and worried stage. He now had moved on to imagining the worst and pissed. Getting up he grabbed the bowl of cold popcorn heading towards the kitchen. Dumping in the trash, he went back for her favorite water bottle and his empty beer bottle. Placing her bottle in the fridge and his in recycle, Jensen went back into the living folded her blanket and turned off everything.
He paced in his room looking out his window towards the driveway for a cab to pull up. At one o’clock he finally stripped off his sweats and t-shirt, crawling into bed. His calls and texts were going unanswered. Lying there in full panic mode, he tried to reassure himself that everything was fine.
Her phone died and forgot her extra charger.
The friends she was out with were long time, trusted friends that would take care of no matter what.
If she was too trashed then they would have let her crash at one of their places.
Unfortunately, none of these friends knew about him because they were all fans. (Y/N) had met them online ten or so years ago on a Supernatural website. Once a month, they would go out and let loose. She did not want any of them freaking out or treating her differently because her best friend happened to be the star of their favorite show.
Right now, he was kicking himself for not insisting on meeting them or at least having someone’s number in case of emergencies. Jensen pulled his pillow over face pleading with his mind to calm down. Reminding himself that she was a grown ass woman who could take care of herself. It was then that his phone rang with a local unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Jensen, i-it’s (Y/N)…”
He shot up, “Thank god, where the hell are you? Are you okay?”
She sniffled, “Um, yes and no. I need you to come get me from the downtown Austin police station.”
“What happened?” Jensen was already out of bed and struggling to get his clothes on, “Nevermind, are you alright?”
“I will be once you get here. I’m going to put the officer on the phone for all the information you’ll need.”
The officer told him exactly where to pick her up and that she was not under arrest. Grabbing his keys, he drove like a bat out of hell making it to downtown Austin in record time. He pulled on his baseball cap pulling it down as far as he could. Between that and his sweatshirt and pants he prayed no one would recognize him. Not that he cared about what people thought of him but to not make things more difficult for (Y/N).
He was taken into an interview room where (Y/N) was sitting with all her friends surrounding her. The collective gasp was deafening as he walked in. A few jaws dropped and more than a few eyes traveled the length of his body. Pulling off the hat, he went straight in front of (Y/N) kneeling in front of her.
“Pretty girl, I’m here and everything will be okay.”
A few sighs and awes echoed around them as (Y/N) launched herself into his arms nearly knocking him over. Her body trembled against him as muffled sobs came from her. The officer came into the room clearing his throat.
“Everyone is free to go. We’ll need contact information for Miss (Y/L/N) so our detectives can speak to her when she is able to.”
He looked over his shoulder, “I can provide you a number that she can be reached at.”
“I can call cabs for the rest of you to get home.” The officer went to leave.
Jensen called out, “Officer, there’s no need. These ladies are my roommate’s friends and they can…” he paused to consider the words about to come out of his mouth, “they can stay with me for the night. Thank you for everything.”
The officer nodded leaving the room. Jensen turned back to see five sets of wide eyes and dumbfounded expressions. He felt (Y/N) lift her head from his chest, looking down into her shining eyes.
“T-Thank you, Jay.”
He hugged her, whispering in her ear, “Only for you, pretty girl.”
She let go of him and went into the arms of one of the ladies as they all walked out to his SUV. The whole way home, Jensen kept looking back at (Y/N). Her head was resting on one of her friend’s shoulders wiping away tears from time to time. Once they were at home, (Y/N) gathered them all in the living room and grabbed Jensen’s hand.
“First, thank you for having my back and protecting me tonight. You ladies are my rock and I love you.”
Jensen squeezed her hand as she continued.
“I know I have a lot to explain and you can ask me all the questions when we wake up later today. For now, I will make introductions. Kit, Ivy, Morgan, Brooke and Taylor, this is my childhood best friend, Jensen. Jay, meet my small corner of the SPN family.”
“Nice to meet you ladies, finally. Thank you for taking care of her tonight. I truly appreciate y’all always being there for her.”
They all murmured a hello in unison staring at him as if he would disappear any moment. He let go of her hand running it down her back.
“(Y/N), can show you where to sleep.” He turned towards her, “I’ll be up for a while if you need me for anything.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist, “Thank you.”
He watched the six of them head downstairs to the finished family room. When he could hear them chatting and giggling, Jensen went up to his room. Flopping down on his bed, he let out a long sigh releasing the tension from his body. He threw his arm over his eyes, taking a few more deep breaths to calm the buzzing nerves in his stomach. He was desperate to find out what had happened.
Jensen looked up when he heard his door creak open. Standing in the doorway was (Y/N) with her favorite blanket wrapped around her. He sat up and patted the spot next to him. She immediately climbed onto the bed and they laid back, snuggled into one another.
“They’ve passed out, so you should be safe.”
“Good to know. I’m still going to lock my door, just in case.” He chuckled, letting the silence fall between them.
He waited a few minutes before asking, “Do you want to talk about it?”
(Y/N)’s body tensed, “We went to this new gaming bar off 6th street. As you can see, my friends are all gorgeous and a few guys were buying us all drinks.”
“Oh no… not tequila…”
She laughed, “No. I was whiskey drinking all night…”
“That’s my girl.”
She rolled her eyes but her lips curled into a smirk, “One guy took a particular interest in me. We talked about D&D, video games, books. He was nearly as perfect as you are.”
Jensen scoffed, “I’m far from perfect. Go on about Mr. Almost Perfect.”
“I went over my whiskey limit and stepped outside to get some air. He followed me outside and placed his jacket over my shoulders.” She began to shake within his grasp.
He laced his legs with hers, pulling flesh with his body, “You’re safe. I’m right here and I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“When he stepped in front of me, he crossed the sleeves and pulled them tight until I couldn’t move. He started to move me towards a dark color van that was parked at the corner. In the driver’s seat…”
She pulled back and within her eyes was pure fear, “Did you recognize the driver?”
“It was Doug.”
It took him a minute for the recognition to hit him, “You’re old Assistant Principal? The one you knocked out for forcing himself on you?”
She nodded and blood began to boil. It was moments like this when Jensen would ask himself, ‘What would Dean Winchester do?’
“I’m gonna kill him.”
(Y/N) sighed, “He’s not worth it. The officers are going to go question him and suggest I get a restraining order against him.”
Jensen gently rolled her back onto the mattress, looking down at her tear stain face. The rich smell of whiskey mixing with her sweet apple body spray created the perfect storm of comfort and desire over his body. Her lips resting in a natural pout that was taking every bit of his will power to keep from resting his own against. (Y/N)’s shining eyes staring up at him as his mind fought with his body at what the next move should be.
Moving a strand of her hair from her face, cupping her cheek he reassured her, “We will do whatever it takes to make sure you’re safe and never have to deal with that asshole again. I don’t care how many lawyers and favors I have to call in or how much it will cost. You’re the most important person in my life.”
“Thank you.” She whispered before slipping her hand behind his neck and pulling his lips to hers.
For that mere moment of time, everything in Jensen’s world was perfect. (Y/N)’s body pressed against his and his body instinctively reacted without consulting his mind. He braced himself over her only breaking the kiss to take a breath. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands tugged at his hair. (Y/N)’s hips rolled against him and a moan rumbled from his chest.
As his mind screamed at him to stop, she pressed her hands against his chest pushing him away slightly, “We’ve… got to… stop…” She said in between heavy breaths.
“I know…” He pressed his forehead against her, “I don’t want to.”
“Me neither, but we can’t. I like how things are between us right now and I don’t want them to change. Feelings, sex, that will change everything and I’m not ready. I thought I was, but after Jared’s party I realized I’m not.” She groaned, “Fuck, I’m such a terrible person for leading you on.”
Jensen scooped her up and sat back bringing her firmly onto his lap. He groaned from the pressure on his hard cock, but ignored the throbbing radiating up his body.
“Stop thinking that right now (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Once again, he pressed his forehead to hers, “I love our friendship and how close we are. If you don’t want it to change then it won’t. I’ve been by your side through the good, bad and ugly. I’ll continue to be by your side no matter what the status of our relationship is. Friends or more, I’m not going anywhere.”
“I don’t deserve you…” She whispered, “But I’m grateful that you’re in my life.”
“Me too pretty girl. Now let’s get some sleep before the fangirls wake up and take advantage of my unconscious body.”
The sound of her soft giggle was like a beautiful melody floating through his ears. Laying back down, within a few minutes (Y/N) was asleep. Jensen spent a few moments watching her as his mind and body wrestled for control. When his mind won over his exhausted form, he wrapped his arm around her and fell asleep.
The next morning, Jensen woke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and bacon. He got up heading downstairs to hear his own voice coming from the TV.
“Well, the FBI is all work…” Dean looks over to Sam, “no play.”
Sam gives Dean a pointed look before turning towards the Sheriff, “You know, why don’t you give me the tour while my partner looks around?
“I work better on my own.”
The living room was filled with women eating breakfast and laughing at the scene on the screen. He folded his arms over his chest enjoying seeing (Y/N) surrounded by her friends.
One of Ed’s arms is on the floor, covered with a bloodstained cloth. Sam pulls back the cloth, revealing the black tree symbol.
“Huh. So, anything… missing from the body?”
“You mean aside from the arms and legs? Uh…” The Sheriff chuckles, “nope. All there – twig and berries, too.”
(Y/N)’s beautiful giggle caught his attention as she was staring at, “Speaking of…” She motioned with her hand toward him.
A collective gasp came from the other women as he looked down at himself. He was standing in the middle of a room full of fans in nothing but his boxer briefs. Which left little to the imagination of what was being held within them.
“I’m literally living in my worst nightmare right now.” He muttered.
(Y/N) got up, wrapping her green blanket around him, “You should probably go upstairs and get dressed. I won’t be able to hold them all back if you don’t run now.”
“Running.” He whispered as another chorus of disappointed groans came from the women.
“Party pooper!” One called out.
Jensen went back upstairs to take care of himself, shower and get dressed. Deciding he could play himself up a little for the fans downstairs, he decided to wear one of his favorite Dean flannels and relaxed jeans that had a hole in the knee. Returning to the living he found himself standing next to Felicia Day on the TV.
Sam hung up his phone, “So, the toxicology report came back on Lance. Nothing. But the medical examiner said his body showed clear signs that he was killed by belladonna.”
Dean and Charlie simultaneously spoke, “The porn star?”
There is a long pause.
Sam unamused, “The poison.”
Once again Dean and Charlie disappointedly say at the same time, “Oh.”
“My nerd queen! I will forever bow to her greatness!” (Y/N) dramatically bowed in front of the TV.
“Wait, how are you BFFs with Jensen Ackles and never met Felicia Day?”
(Y/N) chuckled, “Oh I’ve met her. We text all the time. That doesn’t mean she is not my queen and I, a humble peasant of her nerd court.”
“She totally fangirled the first time she met her.”
Several pairs of eyes snapped to him and one pair glaring at him, “Don’t even go there Ackles. Not unless you want all the embarrassing stories I know about you to be told.”
Their eyes snapped back to her, “Ohhh, we definitely want to hear some of those stories.”
“Alright, alright. You win, pretty girl. I’ll keep my lips zipped.”
He made his way into the kitchen grabbing some coffee and bacon before joining the rest of them. Thankfully, (Y/N) had secured him a spot with her on the oversized chair. He tried to ignore the obvious stares they were getting from her friends as the episode continued.
As the episode came to its conclusion, (Y/N) shushed them all during Dean’s reciting of the Braveheart speech, “This is my favorite part!”
Epic music plays and mist rises. Two armies of costumed LARPers are lined up facing each other. Dean, in costume and wearing a long-haired wig, addresses Charlie’s army. Half his face is painted red and part of the other half painted white. He wears two orc ears on a string around his neck.
“And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days, from this day to that, for one chance –”
Sam stands in costume next to Charlie. His hair is in a ponytail. Two opposite quarters of his face are painted red and a further quarter white.
Charlie begins to ask, “Isn’t that the speech from –”
Sam nods, “It’s the only one he knows.”
Dean continues his speech, “Just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they will never take… “
“Hold!” A squire in Charlie’s army calls out.
The music comes to a stop. A Frisbee sails onto the ground in the space between the two armies and a man runs after it. People in the armies mutter.
The man murmurs, “Uh, my bad.”
“Really?” One of the LARPers says.
The man picks up the Frisbee and runs away muttering, “Sorry.”
The same LARPer, “You can’t be serious.”
“Freaks.” Another Frisbee player calls out towards the armies.
Dean turns back to the army and nods to the squire, who gives him a thumbs-up. The music resumes.
He raises and shakes his fake sword, “…our freedom!”
The armies cheer and run at one another. The camera focuses on Sam and Dean running side by side, swords raised. The frame freezes on this image, and the following text, narrated by a man, scrolls up the screen in cursive script.
“This episode is dedicated to the men, women, elves, demigods, magi, druids and chamber pot servants who gave their lives fighting and winning for the Queen of Moons in the Battle of the Kingdoms. Go bravely into the next world, fallen soldiers.”
(Y/N) recited the dedication standing tall with a salute. Jensen noticed her friends rolling their eyes and chuckling at her. She turned towards them, flipping them off.
“Y’all don’t know what you’re missing with LARPing.”
“Oh we know, from all the times you’ve told us and made us watch this episode. We’re okay with missing out.” Morgan chuckled.
They all ended up watching a few more episodes before he took them all back to their cars. Jensen waited until they were all out of the parking lot making sure none of them were followed by any other cars.
(Y/N) reached over, lacing her fingers with his, “Thank you for letting my friends stay and being so cool with them. You have no idea how much it means to them.”
“I’m glad I got to meet them finally. We should have them over more often and then the whole celebrity thing will wear off. They’ll see me as a regular ole guy.”
She chuckled, “Yeah… not likely to happen, but I agree. We should have them over more and for that you have now reached god level perfection. Congrats.”
“If you say so, pretty girl.” He laughed, pulling out of the parking lot.
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Summary: Jensen wakes up on the floor of a strange hotel with a beautiful woman after a night of heavy drinking among other things
Pairings: Jensen Ackles x reader
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, swearing, drinking, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids!), choking, creampie
Word Count: Don’t know, don’t care. It’s written on my phone
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Jensen’s POV
The floor was pounding. No, wait. It wasn’t the floor. It was his head. Fuck, it’ll take days for this hangover to subside. What was it Karl always told him to drink afterwards? Jensen slowly blinked his jade green eyes open, squinting at the still pink neon light shining through the window.
He slowly sat up, rubbing at his temples to try and loosen the tightness in his head. He closed his eyes again and drew in a shaky breath before opening them and looking around. He was still in his black suit, white button up with the top three undone, gold necklace glittering. He ran his fingers through his already tousled hair and spotted you lying on the bed, spread-eagle and snoring. Jensen chuckled to himself before the events of last nights’ excursions caught up with him…
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Reader’s POV (1st person)
Sugar. Honey. Burning. That’s how my throat and body felt. I tried to move. To stretch but each time I did my head throbbed and my pussy ached. Flashbacks of last night raced behind closed eyes. Jensen. Karl. Chase. They had invited me to this janky hotel after the photo shoot for drinks. I inwardly scoffed. A few drinks, my fucking ass. What did they give me? It was sweet, like honey but the name eluded me…
My pussy ached and I suddenly remembered. Jensen. His lips on mine, parting them with his tongue to taste the sweet alcohol. I pressed my thighs together, feeling my arousal come to life. Jensen. His hands and fingers left trails of fire on my skin as they touched and caressed every inch of me. Those thick fingers scissoring inside me as I screamed and came on his hand. He worked me like a guitar. He knew what ministrations made me squirm, writhe and coat his fingers. That wasn’t the only memory…
Jensen. Built like a Greek God from his Soldier Boy training. Massive shoulders and a muscular chest gave way to narrow hips that were lodged between my thighs as his long, thick cock pistoned in and out of my dripping cunt.
I moaned and squeezed my thighs together in remembrance. I felt the bed dip. Heard a chuckle somewhere in the recesses of my mind. Jensen. I felt his fingers on my thighs, prying them open. I opened my eyes to meet his. He was hovering over me, hair fucked-out, full lips tilted up in a devilish smirk.
“You need more”. A statement. Not a question. I nodded, opening my legs farther for him. In an effort to get his pants off, somehow he and I fell to the floor. I groaned in pain but still, Jensen crawled back up my body. He pushed my thighs open and without warning or hesitation, he lined himself up at my dripping cunt and thrust himself to the hilt. My back arched, breasts pressing into his chest and screamed. It was too much. The burning. The stretching. The fullness of him inside me and on me. I reached up to rake my nails down his arms as I wrapped my legs around his waist. No doubt he would carry the welts for a few days.
He was relentless. Powerful, deep, demanding thrusts. My pussy ached, my walls gripping his cock in the desperate need to milk the come from his body. My back was dragging along the rug underneath me. I’d have rug burns for a week. Jensen’s hands gripped my hips in an attempt to hold me in place. No doubt I’d have bruises but I was past the point of caring. I suddenly grabbed the lapels of his jacket, pulling him to me in a searing kiss. His hips snapped into me harder and deeper. He brought one hand between us to rub my clit furiously as the other shot up around my throat.
“Come. Now”, Jensen demanded. The sheer dominant tone had my body obeying and I broke. I screamed again, gushing. It ran down my thighs. Coated his cock. He fucked me through my orgasm, his body taught. His thrusts becoming deeper and faster. Suddenly he stilled, throwing his head back and roaring out his own release. I felt his cock throb. Felt the warmth of his come as he shot rope after rope. I wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.
“Babe, you gotta a costume in mind? I’ve got one.” Jensen said across the kitchen where he was making breakfast. You looked up from your laptop screen and he met your gaze. You felt bubbly inside every time he does that. “Um, do you want us to match?” You asked back. “Well, yes, but if you’re up for it.” He replied. “Well we have a long list of couple’s costume ideas, I don’t mind whichever’s in your mind, babe.” You smiled. And his lip quirked to the side, telling you that whatever his idea is, will end up making you someone he really wants to see.
“Awesome, cuz Stef’s already in the process of our costumes.” He said and your eyes bulged out. She created such awesome costumes and they have shoots that lets you live a fantasy basically, the year before, you opted out from the opportunity when Jay was Red Hood but now—“Who are we gunna be?” You asked, biting your lip. He full on grinned and winked, that bastard, he wasn’t gunna let you on until you wear them. “How does she know my measurements?” You asked, to milk some information from him. “I had my ways, baby, you’re my wife.” He announced with a playful roll of his eyes.
A few weeks had passed, Halloween creeping ‘round the corner, and you knew it was almost time to wear the costume. You were jumpy all the while in the ride and Jensen would glance at you, chuckling to himself, he knew you’d be ecstatic when you finally see this year’s couple’s costume.
Jensen requested that you were to be blindfolded and all that effort so you don’t see the both of you until the very last minute, meaning, you could hear the hustle of traffic in the background and the cool air, either you were outside or on the roof of the building you two had gone in. “Jay?” You voiced out, not hearing him for a couple of minutes. You knew you had a mask of some sort but you were still as clueless as a leaf.
“‘M here, babe.” His husky voice rang in your ear as his hand held yours. “You look amazing, sweetheart.” He said and you smiled. “Wish I could see us both.” You murmured. “You ready then?” He asked and you nodded frantically and then the blindfold was removed. To say that you were shocked, your mouth hanging open would be an understatement. “Oh my fucking god.” Your eyes practically bulged out and he laughed, grasping his stomach. “I’m Batman.” He smirked
“Aren’t you the hottest Batman I’ve ever seen.” You said, biting your lip in shock. You looked down at your costume and felt the mask. “Holy shit! Am I Catwoman!??!” You exclaimed and he grinned, nodding. You looked towards the makeup artist and Stef who had a large mirror and you squealed, jumping up and down. “Oh my god! This is amazing, thank you thank you!” You smiled and hugged her. You went to Jensen and kissed him lightly, afraid of the red lip transferring to his lips. He hugged you to his chest. “You look super hot as Catwoman.” He said, embodying his low Batman voice. You giggled. “And you look hotter, Batman!” You winked at him. This was definitely the best Halloween!
Summary: Y/N has a fear of flying, but it’s nothing a gorgeous flight attendant can’t distract her from.
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut: dirty talk, vaginal fingering, public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up people)
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The whirring engine and the low hiss of the air vent did nothing to calm Y/N’s nerves. She briefly glanced out the window as the plane pulled away from the air bridge, turning in the direction of the runway. She closed her eyes as it began to taxi, trying to still her mind and stop herself from thinking irrationally. She should’ve been thinking about all the amazing things she was going to do on her holiday, but she was too preoccupied with praying that she’d survive the flight. She kept her eyes shut, knowing she wasn’t going to open them until they were in the air, and only after she could pull the window shade down.
Once she was able to do exactly that, she breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled out the remote and started looking for something to watch. It was going to be a long flight, so whatever she could add to the line-up was going to help her deal with her flying phobia. As she munched on the peanuts that were handed out, her mind wandered, the movie not really holding her attention. She remembered getting a glimpse of a cute-ish flight attendant, but she hadn’t seen any sign of him since.
Two hours later, the credits rolled on the movie as the cabin lights dimmed. The person next to her had moved across the aisle to the empty seat, which she was incredibly relieved about, giving her space to put her feet up. She took a deep breath as the plane dipped slightly; the turbulence not as bad as it could be but terrifying her anyway.
“Here you go…”
Y/N frowned as she heard a deep voice behind her, glancing up as a tall, suited figure walked down the aisle. The flight attendant looked her way, flashing her a quick smile before he continued to the back of the plane. She exhaled harshly as she registered what just happened. He wasn’t just cute; he was insanely gorgeous. There was just no way a man like that was single. Unless he was away a lot because of his job and therefore didn’t have time for that, leaving him available to have some fun with.
She rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. Can’t handle flying but has time to wonder about the flight attendant’s relationship status.
She unbuckled the seat belt and stood up, fixing her clothes as slid out into the aisle. Slowly, she made her way down to the lavatory, taking a few seconds after every step to steady herself whenever the plane moved. She waited for a few moments before someone left, relieved that it wasn’t in a bad state when she got in. She washed her hands, fixed her hair, and rolled her strawberry chapstick over her lips that she had slid into her pocket during boarding.
She stepped out of the rest room, a smile coming to her face as she heard a boisterous laugh from behind the curtain to the galley. One of the female flight attendants pulled back the thin blue curtain, walking out and down the aisle, allowing her the view of inside. She bit her lip as she watched him placing bottles of liquor on the cart in front of him. He looked up, a soft smile on his face when he saw her.
“Can I help you with something, miss?” he asked, politely.
“No, I’m okay,” she replied, leaning back against the wall. “Just needed to move around.”
“Ah, got it,” he muttered, turning to her, “nervous flyer?”
“Slightly, yeah,” she sighed, huffing a small laugh.
“Well, if there’s anything I can do, let me know,” he offered, smirking at her.
She felt butterflies flutter in her stomach, and it wasn’t because of flying nerves. “That’s very nice of you.”
“Hey, it’s kinda my job,” he stated.
“Oh, so that’s the only reason?” she quipped, raising an eyebrow.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, definitely not.”
“Good to know,” she whispered, smiling softly.
They talked for a few more minutes. He told her how long he had worked for the airline, she told him how long she had been writing. He was a dog lover with a German Sheperd, and she was a dog lover with no dogs. His parents were still married, and he had an older brother and a younger sister, and she was an only child. They inched closer to each other as they kept chatting, his laughter infectious to her and hers beautiful to him.
He was incredibly attractive in every regard, and she wanted to get to know him better. If she could hear what he was thinking, then she would know he felt the same.
“So, I gotta be on the clock for the next half hour, but…” he leaned into her, his voice low and deep as he looked into her eyes, “the lavatory near first class is totally clean, and uh… I can put an out of order sign on it…”
Her smile widened as she knew what he was implying, gazing up into his green eyes. “See you soon.”
Y/N made her way back to her seat, biting her lip as she saw Jensen walk out of the back and down the aisles. He glanced her way briefly, keeping up the act as he attended to the passengers. Hooking up with a flight attendant certainly wasn’t on her list of things to distract her from the flight, but it was definitely going to be better than anything she had planned.
Jensen pushed Y/N up against the hard plastic, their lips sealed in a searing kiss. Her arms wrapped tight around him, her fingers pushing through his short hair as his hands slid up her covered back, pulling her as close as possible. It was a tight fit in the bathroom, even in first class, but she couldn’t care less. His lips left hers, travelling down her jaw and neck, nipping at her skin as a soft moan left her.
“God, this definitely isn’t how I was picturing this flight would go,” she muttered, holding his head close to her as she gripped his hair.
“Hope it’s better than you imagined,” he groaned, grinding into her as he tugged at her t-shirt.
“Definitely,” she breathed, pressing her lips to his again.
He reached down to her jeans, undoing the button and pulling the zip down, a moan falling from her lips as his fingers slipped in and ran over her covered mound. He rubbed the soft fabric of her panties, causing her to hold onto him tighter than before. He pulled the material aside as she pushed her jeans down further, a whimper escaping her once his fingers ran through her folds. He continued his ministrations as he pressed his lips to hers in a rough kiss, a groan vibrating against her mouth as he felt her hand rubbing over the hard on covered by his trousers.
In swift motions, the offending articles of clothing were removed as he lifted her legs around his waist. He took hold of his cock, sliding deep into her and feeling her walls sheath him. She moaned wantonly, his mouth covering hers to keep her quiet as he began to thrust into her, hard and fast.
“Fuck,” she whimpered against his mouth, looking up into his eyes, “just like that…”
“Feels so fucking good,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against hers.
“Please tell me you have a longer stay in Paris,” she muttered, her words short as she panted deeply.
He shook his head, gripping her hips tighter. “Just one night.”
She leaned into him as he moved harder into her, her hands in his hair and tugging harshly. “Damn it.”
“Guess we better make the most of it, darlin’…”
Y/N threw her head back, a rasping moan leaving her as her hips rocked against Jensen’s, his fingers digging into her skin as he helped her move. She rested her hands on his chest as she gazed down at him, a smile pulling at her lips, feeling his cock move deeper within her. Her walls clenched around his shaft, both knowing that she was close to her release. She shifted faster against him as she chased that high, his name falling from her lips in a chant as her core tightened, her wetness covering him. His neck strained back as he growled, his fingers no doubt leaving bruises on her flesh as her release triggered his, ropes of his seed spilling inside her.
She rolled off him, breathing heavily as a breathless laugh escaped her. He hummed as he closed his eyes, reaching for her across the bed. He leaned up on his elbows when he didn’t feel her there, smirking as he heard her in the bathroom. He waited as she finished cleaning up, his smile widening as she walked out, naked, picking up his white shirt from the floor and putting it on.
“You know… it’s a shame you’re only here for the night,” she stated, buttoning the shirt that came to just above her knees.
“Well…” His hand reached out for her, letting her settle in next to him as he leaned over her, his nose nuzzling against hers, “I can make it up to you once we both get back to the States.”
“You can then, but you better not be done making it up to me right now, either,” she whispered against his lips, smiling.
“You’re all fucking mine until the sun comes up, baby,” he muttered, moving on top of her as he pulled her close.
The next morning, Jensen got dressed into his uniform, left his number on the nightstand and a kiss on her cheek as she slept soundly. When she woke up, she stepped out on the balcony, enjoying the city views as she sipped her coffee. She had slipped his number into her wallet, keeping it safe because there was no way she was taking a risk and possibly losing it.
She may have had a full three-week holiday to go on, but she already couldn’t wait to get home and call him and see what the possibilities would be for them.
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Summary: Jensen makes a quick stop for breakfast at a roadside diner, only to get more out of the morning than he was expecting.
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, teasing, dry humping, that’s about it.
A/N: Borrowed the song title from an Aussie rock song, which I love. Happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my love @downanddirtydean.
Jensen stepped down from the cab of the eighteen-wheeler, stretching his arms and groaning as he heard joints cracking. He had managed a few hours sleep on the side of the road, continuing his journey to meet the deadline of his freight delivery, but the rumble in his stomach was the sign he needed to stop for a bite. It was 6am by the time he reached the truck stop, the need for coffee and bacon in his system winning out.
He walked past the other trucks parked and across the road to the diner, a small smile pulling at his lips as the sign, “Sweethearts Diner”, above the building. Pushing the door open, the bell rang as he stepped through, seeing a few other truckers inside. Taking off his navy blue cap, he dropped himself into one of the chairs at the counter, swiping his hands down his face.
“Welcome to Sweethearts Diner. Coffee?”
He dropped his hands away, a smirk instantly pulling at his lips as he took in the voice and the beautiful woman standing in front of him. Her light pink uniform had the top two buttons open, with her apron accentuating her waist, which made her look sexier than he thought possible for a diner uniform. She really had no right to look that good so early in the morning.
“Yeah, and uh,” he muttered, their eyes locked on each other as he slid the brown mug towards her, “keep it comin’.”
“Sure thing,” she smiled, pouring a generous amount from the coffee pot as she dropped a menu in front of him.
His eyes shifted across the pages quickly, making his decision as he flashed her a grin. “Special, side of bacon.”
She scribbled the order down on her notepad before she walked away, glancing at him over her shoulder as she made her way through the swinging door to the kitchen. He watched the way her hips swayed as she retreated, shaking his head of the thoughts that suddenly came to him as he sipped his coffee.
“Here you go,” she said as she came back with his breakfast several minutes later, the smile still on her face. “Enjoy.”
“I will,” he winked as he glanced down at her name badge, “Y/N.”
Their eyes continued to meet even as he ate and she served others, checking the other out even when they weren’t holding gazes. He was tempted to order something else just to talk to her again, but he frowned as he watched an older woman in the same uniform walk in, tying an apron around her waist just as Y/N stepped out. His gaze followed her as she went out the side exit, flicking her hair open from the ponytail just as the door shut and blocked his vision.
“Can I get you anything else?” the older waitress asked, stepping up to the counter.
Jensen looked down at his plate, just a few scraps left before he shook his head. “No thanks.”
Taking out his wallet, he dropped a few bills on the table, offering the woman a polite smile before he turned to the front door. He placed his cap on as he stepped out, his eyes wandering the parking lot before he turned his head to glance down the side of the diner, hoping to see her. He took out his phone and looked at the time, knowing he only had a good ten minutes before he absolutely had to be on the road again.
“Fuck,” he muttered, frowning as he saw no sign of her.
“Hey, trucker.” He heard the familiar pitch of her voice, causing him to smile.
He turned around and saw her standing next to the back of the building, her cigarette between her fingers. Slowly, he sauntered over, his smirk widening as he stopped in front of her. Her eyes raked over him, taking in his look from the black jacket and blue and white plaid underneath to the dark blue jeans and heavy brown boots.
“Passing through or coming home?” she asked, blowing out a puff of smoke.
“Passing through,” he replied, his voice deep and husky in the early hours.
“That’s a shame,” she mumbled, as she dropped the cigarette on the ground and put it with her sneaker. “Guess this has to be over before it even starts.”
He raised his eyebrow, stepping closer to her. “Doesn’t have to be.”
She shifted backwards as he continued to move, her back pressing into the wall as he leaned into her. His face was close to hers, their eyes on each other’s lips as her hands slid up his covered chest. His mouth hovered over hers, his green orbs gazing deep into hers as she bit her lip, staring up at him.
“Wouldn’t want to mess up your schedule,” she whispered, her breath fanning against his lips.
“A few minutes won’t hurt.”
Jensen leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against her lips as his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. She gripped the lapels of his jacket, a soft moan leaving her as he deepened the embrace. Her back pressed further into the wall as he shifted against her, his thigh between her legs. She spread them, gasping as his hands moved down and slipped over her skin, pushing up the hem of her dress to the top of thighs. She moaned against his mouth as she grinded into him, feeling the rough denim of his jeans against her panties.
“This definitely wasn’t what I was expecting this morning,” he muttered against her lips, smirking.
His mouth travelled down her jaw to her neck, lightly nipping at her skin as his hands grazed along the edge of her panties. She shifted her hips against him, a soft whimper escaping her as she felt his length getting hard, straining against his jeans. She continued to grind against his thigh, feeling herself getting wetter as she went on. She wanted nothing more than to take him back to her house and have her way with him, but she had just met him. She couldn’t do that.
“Fuck, you’re a damn tease, darlin’,” he groaned, gripping her hips tight as he helped her move against him.
“Just have to leave you wantin’ more,” she countered, a small giggle leaving her.
Jensen pressed his lips to Y/N’s in a searing kiss, her hands sliding under his plaid shirt and feeling his warm flesh against her palms. He growled against her mouth as her nails scraped over his skin, making him lightly bite down on her lip, a wanton moan from her vibrating against his lips. A sudden blaring sound startled both of them, causing them to break away from each other. He fumbled around the pockets of his jacket before he took out his phone from his jeans, turning off the alarm he had set for 6:45am.
He groaned as he leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. “I really have to go.”
“Well,” she started, pushing her body further into him, wrapping her arms around his neck, “you better swing by once you’re on your way back.”
He fixed his clothes and allowed all the mundane thoughts to float through his mind as he calmed himself down, smirking back at her as he pulled his jacket back into place. Leaning a forearm against the wall, he moved closer to her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She smiled against his mouth, hopeful that his return would be sooner rather than later.
“It’s a date.”
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Pairings: Corey Taylor x Reader (Platonic) // Reader x Jordy (OFC) // Corey Taylor x Alicia Dove // Briana Buckmaster x Jose Lopez // Jared x Gen // Jensen Ackles x Reader (eventual)
Warnings: Language (Because we’re supersoldiers from the 40s) // Individual warnings on each chapter // Explicit Smut in some chapters // slow burn // cheating ex tw // 18 + - Minors DNI // Sass
Overall A/N: I had a rockstar AU square on one of my bingos and this post with Jensen and Corey set off an avalanche of scenes in my head. When I found the video, I died, was resurrected, and the plot manifested itself. Is continuing to manifest itself, actually. What was intended to be a one-shot, as so many of my stories are, has turned into a series.
Series Notes: Instead of chapters we will have Volumes. For the purpose of the universe, pretend the songs that Jensen writes in later volumes don’t exist. Danneel doesn’t exist with Jensen in this universe either. Because he isn’t an actor, he never made Ten Inch Hero and therefore never met Dee. She’s a goddess, I will not tolerate any kind of hate. I adore her.
Started this earlier tonight (or I guess last night) and couldn’t stop! Such a fantastic story!! I’ll probably feel like crap since I have ti be up in less than six hours m, but it will be so worth it!! @writercole -I cannot thank you enough for sharing this beautiful, amazing story with us! You are truly talented babe!!❤️❤️
Summary: This isn’t the first time Y/N’s done Jensen’s hair for a shoot, but there’s something about this shoot that’s making things pretty rough for her.
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. All smut. The tiniest fluff at the end, but pretty much all smut. Unprotected sex, PinV, Oral (m/f receiving) fingering, edging, light orgasm denial, slight Dom! Jensen, face and throat fucking. I think that’s everything.
Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Y/N
Word Count: 3,346
A/N: So, this is the very first time I’ve ever written RPF, hope I don’t disappoint. I don’t know how often I’ll be writing for Jensen, so I think I’ll keep my taglists as is right now. Gonna tag my Dean Fics list in this one, but please let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in any future Jensen fics and I’ll make a note not to include you if there’s a next time.
I wholeheartedly blame the gif below for this fic and for forcing me to finally write a RPF. I just couldn’t help it. I know the shoot below was actually a bunch of the boys cast, but I left them out of it! Lol!
I’m going to say that the Jensen I’m writing about in the story is, of course a complete work of fiction made up out of my own horndog brain (let’s say he’s a Jensen from somewhere else in the Multiverse! ) and this fictionalized Jensen is single.
Finally, I wrote this pretty quick, so sorry for any mistakes!
The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89
“That’s great Jensen - this all looks amazing! Just hold that same pose. Good, good.” The photographer, Jordan, was calling out encouragement to Jensen as he sat on the floor in his ripped up wardrobe.
Summary: You and Jensen were always the perfect couple. Married. White picket fence. Two adorable kids. This all ends when you see him with another woman. As your world crumbles down you need to try to move on or hold on to your past. Player’s choice.
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Wife!Reader; ??? x Reader
Warnings: heavy angst, language, betrayal, cheating, heartbreak, divorce, self-doubts, mentions of depression, sadness, more to be added when the story continues
A/N: For the sake of my story Jensen is married to the reader. This is pure fiction and has nothing to do with the “real” Jensen Ackles.
Jensen was currently sitting up in the living room watching a movie waiting for his daughter to make it home from the party she had attended that night. It was currently 12:30am and she still wasn’t home and was starting to get worried. He had tried calling and texting her and she wasn’t answering. After 10 more minutes his phone started ringing, it was an unknown number. Normally he doesn’t answer them, but tonight something was telling him that he needed to, what he didn’t know was that phone call was going to crash his heart. A strange feeling washed over him as he answered the phone.
“Hello?” Jensen asked in a tired voice.
“Hello, am I currently speaking to a Mr Jensen Ackles, the father of Ashley Ackles?” The lady on the other end of the call spoke.
Jensen was getting nervous, a lump formed in his throat making it hard to swallow. “Yes. Yes, I am.” he took a breath “May I ask who’s calling?”
“Hi, my name is Dr Mendes, I’m a doctor at Lakewood Hospital, I’m afraid I have some bad new regarding your daughter Ashley.”
Beep beep beep beep beep was the first thing I could hear when I started to wake up. My eyes where still closed but I was awake, I was just too tired maybe weak to open my eyes. Both of my hand were filled with a hand of another, I squeezed my hands as tight as I could, which wasn’t a lot, but the next thing I knew I could hear my dad and mum talking to me.
“Hey sweetie, it’s ok. Open your eyes for me.” I could hear my dad saying.
“Come on baby.” Mum said.
After a few minutes I slowly started to open my eyes and was pulled into a hug from my parents.
“I’m so glad you’re ok sweetie.” Mum said while rubbing her hand down my hair flattening it as she goes.
After spending some time talking to the doctors and my parents I remember that I wasn’t alone in the car, Tyler and Matt where there too.
“OMG!! Please tell me they’re ok. Please. I need to know is Tyler and Matt are ok” I say starting to get a little irritated.
“Sweetie calm down. You don’t want to hurt yourself.” My Dad says trying to calm me down.
“Just tell me they’re ok.” I reply deflated.
“Tyler is ok, he has a concussion but he is going to be released tomorrow.” Dad started saying.
“Well that’s good, how about Matt?.” I interrupted.
“Sweetie.” Mum started and from the tone of her voice I knew something wasn’t ok.
“No. Tell me he’s ok.” I say.
“I’m sorry sweetie. He didn’t make it. He’s gone.” She says in a low voice.
That’s when I started to freak out. It couldn’t be true, he couldn’t be gone. He can’t be. My boyfriend of 2 years was gone and there was no way to bring him back. Why didn’t I just go another way to drop Tyler off last night why did I not make sure it was really clear before pulling out. I just stayed in my hospital bed crying my eyes out in my mother’s arms while my dad held my hand and rubs his thumb over my hand. I had just lost the love of my life. He was dead.
Death is not something that we really like to talk or think about. However, without death our lives would have no context. If we didn’t have any context in life what would our meaning to be alive? Why are we breathing? Why are we still alive? The people around you are your meaning. Individually you can’t create a life with meaning, but together you can with your family and friends, you can build a life with meaning and leave a legacy behind once you’re gone.
It’s hard to know where to begin telling you about this. I wonder if there’s any such thing as beginnings.
3 MONTHS AGO…
At this point in Ashley’s life everything had been normal. She was an A+ Grade student with a bright future ahead of her. She had her loving family surrounded around her and had good health. She had her 5 best friends Veronica, Selena, Bram (Abraham), Taylor and Matt (my boyfriend). She had been friends with Veronica and Selena since they were in kindergarten, she then met Bram in middle school then Taylor and Matt in High School and they six of them because the best of friends. They do everything together. They travel to school together every morning, go to the mall every Friday after school and talk about what friends usually talk about.
This is where our story starts. Ashley, Veronica and Selena were walking down the school hallway from just having gym class and was going to meet the boys for lunch. Once they get to the cafeteria they wait in line to get their food before going to find Matt, Taylor and Bram sitting at there normal table. I sit next to Matt and give him a quick kiss before starting my lunch. We were all eating and taking about the party that was happening on Saturday at Justin’s house. Justin is one of the school popular football players and always had parties whenever his parents went out of town for a weekend. Who knew this was going to be the downfall in Ashley’s life, the moment that changed her life forever.
“So who’s driving who Saturday?” Matt says while drinking some of his water.
“I don’t mind driving, it’s not like I’m gonna drink anyway.” I say while biting into my chicken salad sandwich.
“That makes sense too, you have 7 seats in your car.” Veronica said with a little laugh.
We spent the rest of lunch just talking and eating before finishing the rest of the day and heading home. Since tomorrow was the party we decided to skip the mall this week. Me and Matt went to my house today to do homework and watch TV. I pull my car into the driveway. Mums car wasn’t there meaning she was picking my younger siblings up from school and dad was away at work filming, he was coming home for the weekend though. We get out of the car and head inside get some snacks and head up to my bedroom. We were sitting on my bed with our work spread around us.
“Ok. What did you get for number 16?” Matt asked while fiddling with his pencil.
“Wait. There’s no number 16” I say while going through my papers.
“Hmmmm hmmmm” Matt started humming, in the cute annoying way he always does.
“STOP!” I say while pushing him a little.
“I’m just making sure your awake.” He said with a little smile forming on his lips.
“I’m awake, there’s just something about studying in a bed.” I reply. Since when we normally study together were on the floor with pillows.
“Well I guess I shouldn’t be complaining right. I’m in bed with a smoking hot, intelligent girl.” Matt started off saying before I interrupted him saying “women” which he corrects himself “women”. Then I continue saying “and your on the bed, not in it.” I say with a little smile.
“And I’m worried about math” Matt said.
We continued working for a little more, during that time mum had come home from picking up my younger siblings from school, and we had started working on the the subject we needed to get through, when I remembered something. I got off the bed Matt watching the walk across the room and going into my closet coming out with a black piece of fabric. I chucked them at him.
“You left your boxers here Monday”. I say with a smile.
“Oh no. I left them on purpose. You know to remind you of the wonderful night we had.” He said before grabbing my waist and kissing up my neck, which is when I begin to start giggling. Suddenly there was a knock on my bedroom door.
“Come in” I spoke loudly trying to stop giggling.
“Hello.” Mum said when she entered. “How’s the studying going” she asked.
“It’s going well. Nearly done” I reply,
“Good. Matt you joining us for dinner tonight?” She asked.
“No. Not tonight mum is making her famous spaghetti tonight.” He replied.
“Ok, also remember you father will be home tonight. So we are having his favourite” he should be home around 7.” Mum said before leaving the room.
Matt ends up leaving around 6pm to head home. I packed up all my work and put it away before heading downstairs for the night to spend time with my family. We were all in the living room when we heard the front door open and close. Dad was home. He had just finished filming season 14 of his show and was finally on hiatus. While dad was putting his luggage on the floor we all got up and welcomed him home before having dinner.
“So how was everyone’s day” dad asked. That’s when Zepp, Arrow and JJ start telling three different stories at once.
“Wow wow wow. Slooow down. One at a time. One at a time.” He interrupted. The one by one the all went through what happened to them. While this was happening I continued to eat my food, mums food is always delicious. Especially her spaghetti.
“Ashley, what about you?” Dad asked before taking another mouthful of his dinner.
“Not much really. Went to my lessons. Had gym. Had lunch, we didn’t go to the mall this week since there’s a party tomorrow night and then Matt came over after school so we could study together.” I said.
“What party?” He replied.
“Some guy called Justin. Don’t worry I won’t be drinking, I’m driving us all there and then home. So all I’m drinking is soda.”
“Well that’s ok. Just make sure you get home at a reasonable hour please. I don’t want to be up all night worrying because you’re not home.” Dad said while taking a forkful of his food.
“I promise I’ll be home before midnight.” I replied.
“That’s all I ask.” He replied.
For the rest of the night we spend together as a family. We all relaxed in the living room watching movies and snacking on popcorn and different snacks. It was nice. We don’t get to do this often since dad is away at work for too many months during the year. We all started to go to bed around 11pm, before I went to sleep I got my outfit ready for the party tomorrow night and went off to sleep.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
I could hear the beeping of my alarm like it was in a tunnel getting louder and louder. Slowly I started to wake up, I reached out my arm and turned off my alarm and started to get out of bed. I put on my slippers and my dressing gown on and headed into the bathroom and started getting ready for the day ahead. Around 8am I was finished and made my way downstairs. While walking down the hallway of her house she could smell the sizzling delicious smell of bacon cooking coming from the kitchen. When the kitchen comes into view she see her dad and mum standing in the kitchen cooking breakfast together. I make my way over to the kitchen table and start to pour myself a glass of orange juice that was already on the table.
“Morning sweetie.” Mum said when she saw me walking across the room.
“Morning.” I say before drinking half of my glass.
“How did you sleep last night?” Mum asked
“I had a good night sleep.” I replied.
We went along with our morning. Around 8pm I was all ready for the party and texted everyone I was ready and was about to leave to pick everybody up. I made my way downstairs and picked up my car keys from the bowl and walked into the living room.
“I’m about to leave. I’ll try and get home before midnight ok. I’ll text you when we leave the party so you don’t have to worry ok.” I say from the doorway to my dad.
“That’s ok sweetie. We’re not going anywhere tonight so we’ll be home.” He replied.
I got in my car, I collected everyone from their houses and made it to Justin’s house. I parked my car on his street and we all made our way inside.
“Um.. 11:45 at the car.” I say so we all agree on a time to head home.
“Now let’s have some fun.” Matt said while he came closer to me to give me a kiss under my ear, which caused me to giggle.
We all spent our night dancing around the backyard drinking. I only have 1 drink and stayed drinking cola and water for the rest of the night. The party was in full swing and everyone was drinking and dancing and were having a good time. It currently 11:45pm when we got in the car and left the party.
We all got in the car still laughing and having fun from the night that had just happened. I drove for about 10 minutes to Veronica house where I was dropping her off and Selena since she was staying over at her house next was Bram, then it was just Tyler, Matt and me. I was currently sitting at a red light singing along to the radio and just being our normal selves. After about 2 minutes light changed to green and I slowly started to move. When I reached the middle of the intersection of the road, out of the corner of my eye I could suddenly see bright white lights coming straight to us and hitting the car from the passenger side. The place were Matt was sitting. At first I didn’t know what to do. Blood was coming down my head from where I hit it on my door window. Matt wasn’t moving or talking and sight was getting shorter and shorter. The last thing I remember before I passed out was that I could see flashing lights and hear sirens.
It had been awhile since Ashley’s had been really happy. At the end of the last school year she was not in the right space of mind. She has been hurting. Hurting herself and then one night she messed up and go caught by her mother and that’s when she knew her life was going to change for the good. That’s when Ashley broke down, and told all her secrets to her mother, she told her everything about she felt alone and that she wasn’t pretty enough and loads more. Over a 30 minute span her mother had found out a lot that she had missed. Her own daughter was hurting herself. She wasn’t eating properly, she was hiding food in her room and keeping diary tracking her weight and noting down what she had ate that day, and how much she needed to work out or throw up to stay at the “perfect weight” she was currently at. She was cutting herself and not really sleeping. At this point in her life, on a conscious level, she new what she was doing was wrong. She knew if she kept doing this to herself she would die, but she didn’t want to listen to that voice in her head, she was only listening to the negative one. Ashley wanted to get help but didn’t want anyone to know as she didn’t want to be seen any differently in their eyes. So her mother and father got in contact with a treatment centre in Chicago, it was a very well recommended facility and 2 weeks before school ended she flew to Chicago with her mother to the centre and got checked in. Danneel stayed in Chicago for about a week before heading back home, she also promised to keep people from knowing her secrets. Since her siblings were quite young she knew her parents wouldn’t have told them anything about what was really going on and come up with a little lie about me going away to a summer camp that I wanted to go to at the beginning of the school year. However she was at a treatment centre in Chicago. She will be spending the next 6 weeks getting help for what she has been going through in silence for so long. During her time there she was going to be going to therapy sessions, group therapy sessions. She would get a balanced meal to help with weight gain. She couldn’t eat alone as she was used to eat very little in her normal day to day life. This was the next 6 weeks of her life and she needed to get better. This is Ashley Ackles story, and what lead her to this place in her life
Warnings: Swearing, Injury, Mentions of Drinking, Anxiety, Mentions of a Break In, Sweet!Misha, Sweet!Funny!Smartass!Jared, Sweet!Funny!Protective!Flirty!Irritated!Jensen (Just Jensen all the way around)
Words: 6,133
Summary: Being a makeup artist on set for the last fourteen years has had it’s perks. You’ve been close with all the stars that have stepped through your trailer, but Jared and Jensen have definitely made more visits than most. After something turns your life upside down before Thanksgiving, One of your amazing friends is quick to help.
This is for Kayla’s { @one-shots-supernatural } Autumn Challenge. My prompts were Apple Cider, Pumpkin Carving and Thanksgiving.
I’m WAY overdue to getting this out, but of course since it’s Kayla’s challenge, I’ve had a straight shot of being able to talk to her about it. Though it’s crazy late, she’s still excited for it and I hope you all enjoy it!!
