Summary: Y/N was supposed to go to a Supernatural convention today, but she ended up having to work until late because, apparently, she’s not allowed to have nice things… But then she runs into Jensen as she leaves work, and maybe, the day isn’t so bad after all. It does feel like a dream, though.
Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff, Jensen being cute as fuck, also he’s being smooth as fuck
WC:5651
A/N: This is something I dreamt about after Denver Con where he was there for Saturday. I took my dream and build a little world around it. I posted it on Patreon four weeks ago and now it comes to tumblr for you to enjoy. Hope you like it! Also, I don’t think that I have to mention but I will in case it confuses you; Jensen is single in this.
Y/N groans out loudly while she lowers her head onto her desk. Her forehead meets the solid wooden surface, and then she bangs it against it twice more, for good measure.
She’spissed. She shouldn’t be stuck here in this office! No, right now she should be at the convention, listening to Jensen’s panel and laughing giddily at every lame joke he pulls out of his sleeves, while her eyes register every visible change he went through since she saw him at a convention last. She should be getting the opportunity to take a picture with him because this Saturday is the only day he can make it instead of the usual Sunday too. But of course, instead of her being at the con, she’s stuck here because she has to redo the PR campaign that’s supposed to go live tomorrow. And because her colleague who was responsible for the entire thing was fired for messing it all up, she had to step in to fix it instead. Inwardly, she cursed her ex-workmate because, seriously, couldn’t she have messed up some other dumb project on some other date? Y/N would have been able to make it to a convention she was looking forward to for over one and a half fucking years already if that had been the case. Life’s really not fucking fair.
Excuse me but why can’t this be real and why can’t I live this dream too? This was just so good and I wish for so much more. Thank you for writing and sharing it!
Warnings: Angst, Miscarriage, General Sadness, Fluff
Summary: Jensen and the reader are in a relationship and growing apart until something brings them back, closer than ever.
Disclaimer: This is purely for fictional purposes. I mean no harm to Jensen or Danneel and their family. This is an AU.
A/N: This is my entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Movie challenge! My movie was The Time Traveler’s Wife. I hope y’all enjoy! Feedback would be appreciated.
Dating Jensen Ackles wasn’t easy. It wasn’t that he was a difficult person to be with, hell he was an amazing guy with a kind heart and an outstanding personality. He, much like his character on Supernatural, loved with his entire heart. That was one of the things that made you fall in love with him in the first place. Jensen was everything you could have ever asked for in a guy.
“How dare he look like a full course meal not only a snack,” you watch Jensen talk to a new co-star, while you are fuming next to Jared who tries to get your attention. “I swear, he’s dead for flirting with that woman.”
“Did you even listen?” Jared furrows his brows as you look up at him, frowning. You didn’t even realize the giant sneaked behind you to chew your ear off. “I asked you if you will bring someone to the party next month.”
Damn those too. Always can’t keep their hands off their other. Love those two teasing each other. Oops, Jensen little slip of the tongue with Jared he’s in trouble from Y/N. Also, I need a cold shower.
Summary:Since her Mom walked out on them, Jared has been losing control of his bratty, promiscuous daughter, Y/N. When she fails her senior year and can’t graduate high school, Jared’s best friend, Jensen, offers Y/N a place at his private all girls boarding school, promising her father he’ll discipline her and improve her grades. But Y/N doesn’t go down without a fight, and Jensen’s methods of getting Y/N’s grades up take an interesting turn.
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Miss Cranley, Jensen’s receptionist, tries too hard. You notice that when you see the way the woman is dressed, her hair all loosely curled, her make up all done pretty, her lipstick not even slightly smudged or faded. You can only assume she touches it up on a regular basis. You stand with your arms crossed over your chest as you observe her, smoothing down her dress and twisting a curl around her finger before heading to Jensen’s door. She likes him. You instantly smirk, trying hard not to laugh at the very idea. You’ve been in enough situations where you’ve been trying to impress a guy to know what making an effort for male attention looks like, and this woman is screaming just that. You wonder if Jensen knows it, if he’s ever picked up on the way she acts and dresses to impress him. Maybe they flirt, maybe she’s even kissed him while drunk at some staff Christmas party. Not that you could ever see Jensen cheating on Clarissa. But maybe he does; this school feels like its own world, and with his wife living three hours away at home, and him spending the majority of his year here, maybe he is scratching that itch elsewhere.
Y/N really loves pushing Jensen’s buttons. Well that reprimand wasn’t exactly what she wanted. I am sure she wasn’t the only one got all hot, soak bothered by his punishment .
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.
Summary:Since her Mom walked out on them, Jared has been losing control of his bratty, promiscuous daughter, Y/N. When she fails her senior year and can’t graduate high school, Jared’s best friend, Jensen, offers Y/N a place at his private all girls boarding school, promising her father he’ll discipline her and improve her grades. But Y/N doesn’t go down without a fight, and Jensen’s methods of getting Y/N’s grades up take an interesting turn.
Pairing:Principal!Jensen x Bratty Student!Reader || With scenes of… JDM x Reader // JJ Julius Son x Reader // Reader x Other
Series Warnings/Tags: Age gap (Reader will be 18/19, Jensen will be 43), inappropriate relationship, teasing, flirting, seduction, daddy kink, spanking, caning, smut, role playing, taboo relationship – each chapter will be tagged individually
A/Ns:The aim of this game is to overload you with smut, pull you back from the edge with a healthy dollop of angst, drop in some taboo and teacher kink, and finish you off with a nice helping of the visual of Jensen Ackles in a suit, putting a bratty school girl in her place… enjoy…
Summary: “No touching, right?” “Uh, right,” Jensen manages to say. He’s about to smile into the camera, but then there’s the feeling of little fingers slipping something into his back pocket.
Warnings: Quickie, blow job - but make it sloppy, face fucking, dirty talk, praise kink
WC:2,907
A/N: I got inspired by the picture in the banner. Please enjoy!
The music’s loud in the photo op room, Toto’s “Africa” plays on full blast while Jensen goes through the motions. He’s having a duo op with Misha and then later on the schedule, the panel with Jared.
It was hard to get up this morning, hard to leave his girl in the hotel room while he had to get up in order to get to the convention on time.
He smiles as Chris’ camera flashes, says hi,bye, and thanks. He laughs when Misha cracks a joke, even cracking one of his own.
Humming to the music, he looks at the line when there’s a pause in the setup — and that’s when he notices her. She’s smiling at him, her lips cherry red, her smile bright like she personally brought the sun with her into this room. Jensen wants to smile back but there’s the signal and then someone tells him how to pose. From his periphery though, he watches her coming closer with each newly taken picture.
It’s rare that someone catches his eye like this, and he can feel himself getting more nervous the closer she gets.
She’s wearing tight black jeans, with some heels gracing her feet to match his height, an almost see-through white blouse is tucked into her pants, the baby blue bralette shimmering through. He tries not to stare at her breasts because that’s rude, and sexual assault lawsuits against creepy actors are quite real. Nonetheless, his heart is picking up speed, even though he doesn’t want it to.
Finally, she’s standing right before him, her presence so all-consuming it quite literally knocks all the air from his lungs. For a moment, his brain can’t quite compute right, and he’s stuck in the motion, not really knowing what to do or how to behave.
“Hi,” she says, and he can’t do anything but stare.
“Hey, what are we doing?” Misha pipes in, breaking the awkward tension.
She only smiles when she gets in the middle. “No touching, right?” She asks, looking up at him — and fuck, it feels like he tripped and fallen into the soft of her eyes, unable to get back up.
“Uh, right,” Jensen manages to say. He’s quite aware of how painful it is not to be able to touch her when all he wants to do is get his hands all over her body. Wants to get his hands on her soft tits, on her amazing ass, on her – no doubt – exquisite pussy.
He at least gets to press his shoulder to hers while they prepare to get the picture taken — small victories — and he’s about to smile into the camera, but then there’s the feeling of little fingers slipping something into his back pocket.
Jensen looks at her, but she doesn’t mind him. Instead, her gaze is trained on Chris, the one with the camera.
The scent of perfume hits his nostrils, and the place where they touch fucking burns. His dick twitches in interest.
Down boy, he chides his lower brain.
The flash goes off, and then she smiles at him one last time before sauntering off. Maybe he’s imagining it, but there’s a wiggle to her hips when she walks away, leaving him to get lost in the swell of her ass for a while.
— until he’s reminded of the next woman in line who loudly clears her throat in order to get his attention.
Jensen goes through another ten minutes of the photo op, all the while whatever she slipped into his back pocket earlier burns a hole through his pants. He’s too scared to check what it is right now. Partly because he doesn’t want anyone to see that she slipped him something, in fear of them thinking they get a free pass doing it.
He gets through some more poses, smiles into the camera for a couple more fans, and finally, the room empties, and he’s left standing there with Misha, the photo crew, and a few handlers.
While all the others are otherwise occupied, he reaches into the back pocket of his tan pants, fingers gripping around a scrap of paper.
Pulling it out, Jensen unfolds it.
First floor restroom (mens) in 30 xx
A kiss is left on the paper with the same shade of lipstick she was wearing before.
He clears his throat and swallows before slipping the little message back into his pocket. Casually, he flips his wrist and does a calculation in his head. Shit, the thirty minutes is right now.
His handler calls out for him, telling him that they should go to the back, he’s due to be on stage in fifteen.
Goddammit.
“Uh, I need to use the restroom,” he says, trying to sound casual. C’mon, he’s an actor, he’s got this.
“Okay, green room in 15, Jensen.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles before walking with them to the back where there are no fans. Waiting for the people to go ahead, he slips to the side, skipping down the stairs in search of the restrooms. Thankfully, there are no people on that floor.
Jensen notices the sign in the distance, his heart pounding faster and harder the closer he gets, thundering loudly in his ears. He’s never done anything like this before, the thought alone allowing blood to rush to his dick. Maybe that’s a little presumptuous, maybe she just wants to talk.
Standing in front of the men’s restroom, he takes another deep breath before placing his palm on the wood. With one last exhale, he pushes his way inside.
Y/N knew that it was risky slipping him the message, but she figures that she might as well go all in. Him not showing up would be the worst that could happen, so really, no harm, no foul.
Leaning her lower back against the sink, she scrolls down her feed in order to pass the time. It’s thirty minutes since she slipped him a scrap of paper. If Jensen’s coming, he should be here any minute. Placing her phone back into her purse she placed on the sink, she checks her reflection one last time. Fingers brush at the corner of her mouth where the lipstick is a little off.
She bares her teeth at her mirror image, checking if there’s lipstick on them when she hears footsteps shuffling around outside. Grinning, she turns around to wait.
As soon as the door opens and Jensen is inside, she grabs him by his jacket and slams him against the closed restroom door, causing him to grunt out as the air leaves his lungs.
“Woa—” he manages to say before she kisses him.
It doesn’t take him half a second, before he’s kissing her back, parting his lips for her to slip her tongue inside, groaning into her mouth when it slides against his own. His hands are firm on her hips until one of them wanders further down to grab roughly at her ass.
Y/N runs her own hands down his body, feeling the firm muscles dancing underneath the soft flesh. When she palms over his sizable erection, Jensen lets out another groan which she swallows down greedily.
“How much time do we have?” She asks breathlessly, biting down on his lower lip only to suck it into her mouth again, relishing herself in the sound he makes, which she swallows down greedily.
“A little more than five minutes,” he manages to stammer out, his face chasing her mouth to claim it again.
Jensen kisses like the person he is; slightly dominating. Biting, and sucking, inflicting pain only to lick it better. She finds that she can’t get enough of it. But first thing’s first… making out is not the goal of this plan.
She pecks him on the lips once more before pulling away. He whines a little at the loss but then he blinks when he watches her slide down his body, as if he’s trying to wrap his mind around if this is real.
“I like a challenge.” She winks at him while her nimble fingers work on his belt. Once she has the button open, she slides down the zipper, lowering his pants to mid-thigh. She goes in then, noses and licks at his hard cock through his boxer briefs.
“Fuck,” he curses above her, causing her to chuckle against the fabric, getting him to hiss out in return at the feeling of her hot breath on his throbbing erection.
Her fingers hook into the elastic of his underwear, and he actually helps her to lower them down by shimmying his hips. Once his cock is free, it springs up, almost hitting her in the nose. Y/N lets out a chuckle at that before really looking at his dick.
It’s meaty and fat all over, the head of it a shade of angry red. A bead of precum sits right on the slit. Sticking her tongue out, she swipes it through the mess. He groans audibly above her.
When she looks up, he’s already watching her, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, already white from all the biting he does. His longer hair falls into his beautiful freckled face.
Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she begins to stroke it, her other hand cradling his balls, stimulating them while rolling them around with her fingers.
“Fuck,” he groans again, and when she finally wraps her lips around the tip, Jensen’s head falls back, hitting the restroom doors soundly.
Y/N starts slowly, testing the weight and the length of him, before gradually taking him deeper. She loves how he tastes; clean with a hint of sweat and musk, a scent of his cologne clinging to it too. Her mouth starts to drool more when she realizes that she’s blowing him right here at the convention. In a fucking restroom, no less. And she’s incredibly wet, but that’s a problem she’ll solve later.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls as she takes him so deep, it causes her to gag. Quickly, she pulls her mouth from his cock in order to cough, but she doesn’t let it stop her, instead, is right back on him again quite quickly, swallowing him down and bobbing her head. Her saliva is pooling in her mouth, running down her chin. “Shit, hey, look at me.”
Her vision is a bit blurred from the tears but when she tilts her head up, with his dick still in her mouth, he’s looking down at her with hooded lids, his eyes a shade darker than they used to be.
“So, good,” he purrs while his hand strokes her head and her cheek. “Such a good girl swallowing my cock like that.” She pops it out and licks a wide stripe up his shaft before sucking at his head again. “Always wanted to know how that lipstick looks wrapped around my cock, baby.”
Immediately, she has to press her thighs together. His words go right to her core, and she’s not here to get herself off. She’s here because she wants to swallow his cock and make him come down her throat. Turning her concentration back to blowing him, she takes him deeper, swallowing around the fat shaft in her mouth, more drool running down her chin.
“Take off your blouse,” the voice booms from above.
Popping his dick out of her mouth, a string of saliva is still connecting her lips with the tip of his now red and angry cock. She starts to stroke it, spreading the slippery wetness all over his shaft while she lifts one eyebrow questioningly at him.
“Yeah,” he chuckles, “that way you won’t drool all over it. Because that’s what you do, right? Filthy fucking girl, salivating all over my cock.”
Well, it does sound like a good idea, and he’s absolutely not wrong about all of it.
Y/N lets go off his dick, and it bounces around a little. God, she will probably never get enough of it. Quickly, she works on her buttons and throws the blouse to the side.
“Your bra too.”
“Yeah?” She smirks, “Don’t you like it?” She wiggles her shoulders a little, making her tits bounce.
Jensen groans, “Love it, but I wanna see your tits.”
When she doesn’t get rid of it fast enough for his liking, he bends down a little, hooking his thick fingers into the bralette and lifts it over her head.
“That’s what I like to see,” he coos as his big palm kneads both her tits, his fingers playing with her nipples, plucking and pinching them, causing her to moan out shamelessly. “Now, you can get as dirty as you’d like.”
“You’re a genius,” she deadpans.
He shrugs with an easy smile as he straightens himself up again. “I’m known to have a good idea every now an— holy fuck!”
Jensen doesn’t get to finish his sentence as she gobbles him down, and to be honest, she’s not here to hear him talk, no matter how turned on she gets hearing his voice. They are on a time limit, and she’d rather get him to come down her throat before the time’s up.
Groaning out loud when she takes him deep, he slaps a hand to the wood of the door while the other is clenched in a fist next to his thighs. Y/N seizes the opportunity, reaching out to grab at it, only to place it on the back of her head while she bobs it.
“Jesus, baby, you want that, yeah?” He pants, fingers curling in her hair, nails biting into her scalp. “Want me to fuck your face?”
The only thing she can do is moan around his dick. By now, the drool is getting everywhere. It’s on the floor, on his shoes, on her chin running down to her chest. God, it’s so filthy but it’s so fucking sexy too.
“Yeah,” Jensen coos while he’s holding her head in place as he begins to fuck into her mouth. “That’s a good girl, slobbering all over my fat cock, making it all wet and filthy. Just the way I like it.”
She hums.
Thegluck gluck sound her throat makes is loud in the empty space as he fucks her harder and faster, the notice bouncing and echoing off the walls.
“Just like that, baby, so good. Your hot little mouth is fucking amazing.” His breathing has picked up considerably. Her hands are braced on his thighs, nails shaping crescent moons into his skin as she takes it. “You’re going to make me come.”
Y/N hums around his thickness before he shoves her face so far down his cock, her nose is pressed into his carefully trimmed pubes. Jensen growls while he holds her there. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop. Take it, baby, take my fucking cock, and don’t you dare stop! Oh my–,” he starts, but doesn’t get far because she’s swallowing around him while he’s down her throat. That apparently tips him over the edge because the noise he makes is downright feral. “–holy fuuuuuuuuck,” he manages to push past his lips. It’s followed by a grunt and more groaning. The vibration of the bass of his voice that she can literally feel in her mouth is almost enough to make her come too.
Breathing heavily through her nose, she swallows around him again as he spills his cum down her throat and then she waits until he lets go of her. His softening dick is being pulled out from her mouth as Jensen is still trying to regain his breathing. He blinks at her while she smiles at him, as if his brain short-circuited, and he’s not yet figured out how to function.
Giving his dick a last kiss, she gets up and is about to bend down to pick up her bra and blouse when a strong hand wraps around her waist. He’s crowding her, stepping up to her and kissing her while his one hand palms her breast and plays with her nipple. Jensen moans when he tastes himself on her tongue.
Breaking the kiss, he leaves his forehead on hers. “Meet you here again after the panel?”
She chuckles, “I think I need to clean up, and then I’m going to go back to the hotel room.”
He nods and kisses the tip of her nose. “Good, then I can fucking ravish you there. Get back at you for riling me up at a fucking con, Y/N. How did you get a photo op ticket anyway? I thought you said you weren’t going to come, that’s why I let you sleep in.”
“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” She smiles.
Jensen only grins, because she hit a nerve, and then he remembers that he has somewhere to be. “Right, I gotta go.” He kisses her one last time. “Call you when I’m finished?”
“Yes please.”
He nods before taking a step to the door.
“Hey, you forgot something.”
Looking back, he quirks up an eyebrow, “What?”
Y/N looks down at his dick that’s still hanging out with his pants that’s only done up half-assed.
“Oh, right,” Jensen says sheepishly. “Almost gave them a show, didn’t I?”
She laughs, “Yeah. And you shouldn’t because we know it’s mine, right?”
He tucks himself back into his underwear and does up his pants, sending her a wink and a finger gun before he leaves.
Title: The Thunder Rolls Pairings: Jared/Jensen/Y/N Friendship Word Count: 3,704 Warnings: None unless you count evil hurricanes and thunderstorms. Cursing? SPNMixedBingo Square filled – Fear of Thunder
“Hey, have you heard from Y/N lately? I know she went home to Florida for a vacation since she was off for a few weeks, but she hasn’t been answering any of my texts lately,” Jared asked as he stepped inside Jensen’s trailer after a long day of shooting. Jensen smirked at his friend as he scrubbed his freshly washed hair down with a towel.
“She’s probably ignoring you after that last prank you did before she left,” he said with a chuckle. Jared frowned at Jensen, dropping on his couch with a frustrated huff.
“How was I supposed to know she was scared of thunder and lightning? I mean, she’s a mature adult. People usually grow out of that once they hit double digits,” Jared muttered under his breath. He stuffed his hands inside the front pocket of his hoodie and pouted, leaning his head back against the couch so he could stare at the ceiling. Jensen threw the damp towel over the door to his small bathroom then joined him on the couch.
“Speaking of thunder and lightning,” Jensen muttered as a low rumble of continuous thunder echoed in the distance. “I’m glad they canceled the rest of tonight’s shooting. It would have been a bitch to try and deal with this storm on top of everything else we had to do.”
Jared hummed his mutual agreement. Jensen looked thoughtfully at him and recognized the look in his eyes. Jared was feeling guilty for unintentionally hurting Y/N and was starting to take her radio silence a little too personally. Jensen sighed. When Jared got this way, it could go dark fast.
“Alright, Jay,” Jensen said, affectionately patting the big guy on the chest with a big hand. “Let’s go.”
“Go where?” Jared asked, watching as Jensen started to put on his tennis shoes.
“We’re gonna go head over to Y/N’s and see if she’s back yet,” Jensen said. Jared looked at him like he was crazy.
“What? Why?” Jared asked. Jensen reached over to grab his wallet and keys.
“One, because she should have been back by now anyway. Two, because you are getting all broody and that shit is best left to Sam… Not you. And three, because I said so. Now, get up. Let’s go,” Jensen said, slapping Jared’s knee. Jared made a keening sound, shaking his head. “Hey. Don’t make me treat you like one of my kids. Get your ass up.”
With a frustrated huff, Jared hauled himself to his feet and obediently followed Jensen out the door. The two made it to Jensen’s truck just as the rain started to come down. The frequent lightning was bright enough to light up the sky, the arcs dancing between the overhead clouds in sharp angles. Jared stared out the passenger window morosely as Jensen carefully drove down the dreary streets of Vancouver to the small apartment that Y/N rented, hoping she was there and they could talk.
The next flash of lightning had Y/N gripping the armrests even tighter than before. It seemed impossibly bright even with the shades drawn. The thunder seems so much louder up here, she thought miserably, squeezing her eyes shut and forcing herself to take a slow deep breath.
“The storms are so much scarier when we’re flying,” she heard the passenger behind her whisper. No shit, she thought harshly. She reluctantly opened her eyes and glanced around herself; thanking God once again, she willingly paid the money for a first-class seat back to Vancouver from Florida. The extra room made her feel less claustrophobic, the attendants were more tactful on how to handle her, and there was free alcohol.
A lot of free alcohol.
She reached over, picked up the glass of vodka and soda with a shaking hand, and brought it to her lips, taking a giant sip. The female attendant chose then to come to check on her.
“Another vodka soda, ma’am?” she asked politely. Y/N finished the one she had and carefully held it out to the attendant.
“With lime, please,” she said quietly. Undoubtedly hearing the twinge of genuine fear in Y/N’s soft voice, the attendant knelt down beside her. Concern colored her pleasant expression when she got close.
“Are you okay?” she asked. Just then, another hearty round of thunder echoed through the plane, causing Y/N to jump slightly.
“Just… not a big fan of storms is all,” she said nervously with a tight smile. The attendant nodded, undoubtedly understanding.
“I’ll get you another drink then,” she said soothingly. Y/N mumbled a thank you before leaning back in her plush leather seat and desperately trying to calm her racing heart. The attendant returned with her drink, gently pressing it in her hand. The cold glass grounded Y/N a bit.
“We’re landing in twenty minutes,” the attendant said. “We’re almost there.”
Y/N nodded her thanks and took a heavy sip from her glass. Less soda, more vodka. God bless the attendant. The alcohol burned fiercely down her throat but hopefully would calm her frayed nerves. Just then, the plane bounced around through a mess of turbulence. Y/N cursed under her breath and prayed to just be on the damn ground already.
“She’s not home yet,” Jensen said. “Which is weird because I thought her flight got in at three.”
“It’s seven now,” Jared said, looking at his watch. He turned and looked out the window of the building. The rain was coming down in sheets, and the storm was starting to rage on. “What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know, grab dinner I guess?” Jensen said with a shrug. “We’re over here on the east side, might as well take advantage of it.”
“So, what you’re saying is you wanna go hit that taco place,” Jared said with a wry grin. Jensen smiled indulgently.
“There was a reason Y/N picked this place, and it wasn’t just because of the cheap rent,” he said, turning away from the front door and heading back toward the private elevator. Jared followed, shaking his head.
“Plus, it’s Thursday, which means pitchers of margaritas are half off!” Jensen said cheerfully.
“This is the real reason you wanted to come out this way, isn’t it? It had nothing to do with checking on Y/N at all,” Jared said with a pout. The two entered the elevator, and Jared pushed the button for the first floor.
“No, I do want to find out how she’s doing. Tacos and margaritas are a welcome bonus,” Jensen said seriously. “She shouldn’t be ignoring your calls.”
The plane bounced on the landing, finally out of the sky and on the ground. The shaky breath that Y/N released took all the tension in her shoulders with it. Between being on the ground and those extra drinks the attendant got her, she felt much calmer.
That was until the thunder snapped outside the plane and rumbled deep in her chest.
I swear to God, I can’t fucking win today, she thought bitterly to herself as rubbed her forehead. She was getting in late because she missed her connection. She missed her connection because her first flight was severely delayed. Her first flight was severely delayed because there were geese on the runway.
Geese.
Fucking Geese.
Welcome to Florida.
If she had made her first connecting fight, she would have been in her apartment and not in a plane when the storm hit. Which meant she would have been able to take one of her meds, go to sleep and wake up the next day and never even know about the terrible storm. Instead, she was a little drunk on a plane that just landed in the middle of the storm.
Once the plane was finally at the gate, she unbuckled her seatbelt and stood to get her things. Whoa,she thought as she swayed a little. She blinked her eyes a few times to get the world to stop spinning before reaching up into the bin to grab her backpack. Looks like I need to add getting home safely to my list as well.
“Thank you for flying with us, have a safe trip home,” the attendant said as she walked by her. Y/N looked at her with a meaningful expression.
“Thank you,” she said sincerely. The attendant smiled knowingly and nodded her head in understanding again. Y/N turned and walked slowly up the walkway, jumping and cringing every time the thunder rolled. Off to find her luggage.
“Hour wait time,” Jared said grimly, as he walked back to Jensen with a small disc in his hand. Jensen frowned.
“An hour?” he questioned. Jared merely nodded.
“Apparently those half-off pitchers are quite popular,” Jared said with a smirk. Jensen sighed and looked at his watch.
“Okay. We can wait a bit and see if it moves faster,” he said. The two sat down on a bench and waited.
Y/N grabbed her luggage and walked outside to where the serviceman pointed. Eagerly reading the signs, she saw the section where taxi pick up was located happened to be ahead of her… and she had to cross three driveways to get to it. The fierce wind was whipping the rain around, cold droplets seeping into her jeans and sweatshirt. Just then, a brilliant flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and moments later a loud crash of thunder struck.
Y/N found herself frozen in place, eyes clenched closed and breath held. Once she could breathe again, she shook her head. Nope, she thought miserably. She turned right around and walked back into the airport. Finding a bench as far away from the front doors as she could, she set her damp things down and sat next to them.
Then she pulled out her phone.
Jared and Jensen were chatting when Jensen’s phone rang. Jensen pulled it out of his pocket and looked surprised.
“It’s Y/N,” he said. Jared’s eyebrows when up.
“Hey! We were just at your place looking for you,” Jensen said as he answered his phone.
“Yeah, I’m not there,” Y/N answered. Jensen chuckled.
“Where’s she at?” Jared asked. Jensen glanced at him.
“Yeah, we figured that out ourselves. Where are you?” he asked.
“At the airport. It’s a long story. Are you on set right now?” Y/N asked. A loud clap of thunder hit and Y/N jumped, almost cursing out loud.
“She’s at the airport,” Jensen answered Jared. “No, they shut us down because of this crazy storm. Jay and I are at Abuela’s, waiting for a table.” Y/N did curse out loud then.
“Does she need a ride?” Jared asked. Jensen impatiently waved his hand at him, while Jared made a gesture encouraging him to ask Y/N.
“I don’t want to interrupt your dinner. You guys go eat,” Y/N said.
“It’s cool, we’re still waiting. It’s like an hour wait. Do you need a ride? We can come to get you,” Jensen asked. Jared was already walking the pager back up to the hostess stand and explaining they had to leave. Jensen stood and instantly pulled his keys out of his pocket. “You know what? We’re already on our way. Give us like, twenty minutes. We can meet you at arriving flights.”
“Thank you,” Y/N breathed. Once she hung up her phone, she stuffed it in her pocket. She then pulled her suitcase close to her, bent her arms on top of it, and lay her head down. She hid her face from view. She wasn’t worried about people recognizing her so much as her not being able to control her emotions given the situation.
Approximately 22 minutes later, she felt someone gently rubbing her arm. She looked up and saw Jared crouched in front of her with a gentle smile on his face.
“Hey bug,” he said. A relieved sigh escaped her as she went to stand.
“Oh, thank God,” she breathed, wobbling on her feet. Jared steadied her.
“You okay there?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Heavy on the vodka, light on the soda while flying home,” she replied meekly, readjusting her backpack. Jared grabbed the handle of her suitcase and wrapped an arm around her to help her to the car. It was a good thing their families were so close, or she’d be overly worried about someone snapping a photo of them in such an intimate position and printing it. Then again, she didn’t really care at the moment. She just wanted to get somewhere safe.
“Jensen’s right on the curb,” Jared said. Y/N nodded her head in silence. As they stepped through the automatic doors to the pick-up area, another clap of thunder hit. This time, Y/N couldn’t swallow the whimper that crawled up her constricted throat as she involuntarily stepped backward. Jared heard it and hushed her, gently encouraging her to walk toward the SUV. Jared put her suitcase in the back while she climbed into the back seat.
Jared climbed in after her. Once they were in, Jensen pulled away and headed toward her apartment. Sensing Y/N was not okay at that moment, he remained silent. Y/N had bent forward, resting her head on her knees, and wrapped her arms over her head. Jensen watched through the rear-view mirror as Jared gently lifted her from that position and moved her head to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, to shield her from the storm.
“Jen, you got a blanket or something back here?” Jared asked quietly.
“Under the passenger seat,” Jensen answered just as quietly. Jared reached down and grabbed it, opened it, and wrapped it around Y/N to hide her from the storm. He felt her tremble slightly in his arms but didn’t know how to comfort her.
By the time they got to her apartment building, the storm had finally been starting to move away. Jensen pulled her suitcase while Jared escorted her up to the apartment with his arm around her shoulders, her backpack over one shoulder. It took Y/N a few times to unlock her door thanks to her shaking hands, but once she did, she invited the guys in.
“I’ll order Door Dash, get us some tacos from Abuela’s. It can be here in twenty minutes or so,” she said quietly. “Just… give me a second.” Y/N grabbed her stuff from the guys and took it into her bedroom. Jared watched from where he stood as she set her backpack on a chair she had in the corner of the room, opening it, and pulling out her phone. The guys then got comfortable.
Y/N walked back out a few minutes later, dressed in a fresh sweatshirt. Her face was scrubbed clean and her hair was in a messy ponytail. She walked over to the small bookshelf she used as a bar, pulled a bottle of vodka out, and poured two fingers into a glass. She threw a pill in her mouth then chased it with a sip of the vodka.
“You guys know where everything is, so make yourselves at home. I ordered our usual, so it should be here shortly,” Y/N said with a smile. “Thanks for coming to get me.”
“Anytime, sweetheart,” Jensen said with a grin, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “Just a few questions first.”
“Why am I scared of thunder and lighting, and what pill did I just take with vodka?” Y/N just asked sardonically, a raised brow and smirk playing on her lips.
“Uh…. Yeah,” Jensen said with a nod. “To start.” Y/N curled up in her oversized chair, the guys taking over her couch. She got herself comfortable, pulling the sleeves of her hoodie over her hands.
“Growing up in Florida, you’d think I’d get over the storms eventually. I mean, during the summer you literally have a thunderstorm daily. Between 3 or 4 in the afternoon, it never fails. Crash, boom, bang, bad lightning, loud thunder, torrential downpour, done in thirty, back to the sunshine,” she explained. “But it’s not the normal storms that really mess with you. It’s getting caught in a hurricane that screws with you.”
Understanding dawned on Jared. Y/N wasn’t scared of the storms themselves.
“You’re not actually scared of thunder and lightning,” Jared said, shaking his head. Y/N shook hers.
“Not exactly,” she answered. “But the storms remind me a little too much of a few brutal hurricanes I’ve lived through where I lost damn near everything. Including one time when I almost died. Sometimes when I’m really tired or I’m not in the right headspace…”
“You can’t tell the difference,” Jared finished. Y/N nodded.
“Exactly. When I know it’s coming, I take something for anxiety, go to sleep, and wake up as if nothing happened. But it’s not always like that. When I’m caught off guard with it like with the prank or am delayed and get caught flying in a storm like today… the anxiety wins. It sucks because logically I know I’m not in a hurricane. My body and my emotions can’t tell the difference though.”
The three sat in silence for a few minutes, digesting the new information. The boys weren’t strangers to hurricanes themselves, being from Texas. Florida, however, was the state that was known for getting hit with them.
“What storms have you been through?” Jared asked. Y/N laughed at the question at first, thinking back.
“Oh, God, um…” she started. “So many. I can tell you the bad ones?” Jared shrugged and she took a few minutes to think back on it. “Let’s see…. Andrew was bad. That was a Cat 5. Ivan and Jeanne were back to back in 2004. Those two sucked. We were in hiatus for Matthew and then I was home for Irma…”
Y/N was looking off in the distance and didn’t realize that both Jared and Jensen were staring at her wide-eyed and in awe. They didn’t realize that she had been through such intense hurricanes during her time in Florida, let alone during her time with the show.
“Wait, you were back on set for Irma weren’t you?” Jensen interrupted her.
“For a few weeks, yeah, but then they sent me home for a month while you guys shot those three episodes without me,” she said with a smile. “Irma took out the entire state. Jacksonville was underwater completely.”
“I’ll be damned,” Jensen said, turning to look at Jared.
“I’m really sorry, Jared. I shouldn’t have gone off like I did when you pranked me. I’m really sorry about that. It had been a knee-jerk reaction to something I went through a few years ago before I got here and worked on the show. When I walked into the trailer and just saw flashes of light and heard the thunder machine, I was taken back to when…” she paused to take a breath. “…trees were being ripped up to take out power lines, transformers were blowing up, floodwaters were rising and… well… you get the idea.”
Just then, the doorbell rang. Y/N smiled at the guys.
“Tacos are here,” she said standing up. The guys rose with her. Jensen elbowed Jared, making a gesture that said “go help her, talk to her” and Jared made a vulgar one back. Jensen walked into the kitchen to get them drinks, plates, and napkins with a smirk on his face. Jared took the bags from Y/N’s hands so she could sign the slip held out to her.
“Kitchen table or coffee table?” Jared asked. Y/N shrugged.
“Whichever is easiest,” she answered. Jared took the food to the kitchen and started to unpack the bags onto the kitchen table. Jensen then set out the plates and drinks: beers for him and Jared, water for Y/N. When she walked in, he pointed a finger at her.
“You’re cut off,” he said. She laughed.
“Fair enough,” she responded.
“How much did you buy?” Jared asked, pulling out container after container of food.
“Each taco meal comes with rice and beans. I eat three. Jensen eats three to six. You? You could probably eat ten. I just made it simple and got two family packs, so we should have twenty tacos, two sides of rice, two sides of refried beans, two sides of black beans, two things of chips and queso, two bowls of salsa and two orders of those churros. Oh, and a side of sour cream because I’m out,” Y/N answered with wide eyes. Jared simply stared at her, which made her chuckle. “What? I like Mexican food.”
“Clearly,” Jared said. Jensen ignored them, sat down, and started to dig in. The other two took their seats as well.
“Well, now I have leftovers for the next day or two until my grocery delivery comes in,” Y/N said, grabbing three tacos and putting them on her plate. Jared was busy fixing his own plate.
“You think you’ll have leftovers?” Jensen asked after a swallow from his beer.
“You think you’ll eat four take-out containers full of beans?” Y/N countered. Jensen snorted.
“I won’t, but he might,” he said, pointing at Jared who was busy dumping a healthy serving of refried beans onto his plate. Y/N watched him, then grabbed a container of black beans and stood.
“Good point,” she said as she walked to her refrigerator, putting them in there. Jensen laughed. The three caught up as they ate their taco dinner, enjoying each other’s company after being separated for two weeks. It was late when the two men got ready to leave.
“Thanks for everything tonight, guys,” Y/N said as she gave each one a hug. Jensen kissed the side of her head.
“Gotta keep the demon happy,” he said, causing Y/N to roll her eyes. Jared gave her a big hug, lifting her feet off the ground. Her laughter echoed in the hallway.
“I’m sorry for the prank,” he said earnestly. Y/N waved it off.
“I’m sorry for overreacting,” she replied. “Now, get out of here. Get some sleep.” The guys made their way to Jensen’s SUV silently. It wasn’t until Jensen was pulling back onto the road that he spoke.
“Feel better now?” he asked. Jared took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Title:Here’s to us Pairings: Misha, Jared, Jensen, OC Word Count: 3,881 Warnings: Cursing, verbal fight SPNMixedBingo Square filled – Halloween
When Y/N joined the show, she fit in like a piece to the puzzle they didn’t even know was missing. But after a while, Jared started to feel anxious. Everywhere he turned, Y/N was standing right there. She was laughing with Jensen, hanging all over Misha, she even showed up to their dinners. He started to worry she was taking his place in their lives. It all comes out in a burst of angry words when they were trying to finish a scene before the Halloween party, leaving hurt feelings and triggered habits in its wake.
Y/N puts Jared in his place the only way she knows how, but not before Jensen and Misha reassure him of his place in their lives. After all, they are family… right?
Music selections are Uncomfortable and Here’s to Us, both by Halestorm
AN: I don’t know what this is. I wrote it and rewrote it a bunch of times with a specific direction in mind, and it might become a series. I’ve hinted at the direction it may be going in. I haven’t written any smut stories, and the direction this would take would be diving into a particular pool of smut that would fit in the taboo category for some. But maybe you’d like that. It’d be fun to write. Tell me if that’s something you’d read, taboo smut.
The Supernatural crew decided this year for Halloween, they were going to go all out and throw a costume party, complete with a band-slash-DJ, catering, a bar, the works. Everyone was required to be there and be in costume, including the newest member of the show, Y/N.
Y/N joined the cast mid-season as Sam’s guardian angel, much like how Castiel was Dean’s. She played Sarah, this misfit renegade who invariably tended to rebel more than follow the rules. The talented actress genuinely seemed to fit into the key role perfectly with her carefree attitude and sharp tongue. She gave as good as she got, had just as dirty of a mind as the rest of them, and had a wicked sense of humor that kept all of them on their toes.
When Misha suggested his close friend Y/N for the role, she resisted a little bit. Every female actress on Supernatural had been killed off in some dramatic way and she was looking for a bit more stability than a frequent guest appearance. But when the directors met her and she read lines with Jared, there was chemistry there. Misha knew his friend was going to be around for more than just a season.
But, throwing her into the mix of the already established friendships between Jared, Jensen, and Misha caused some unintended jealousy and friction, and those emotions played on camera. Particularly with Jared.
Not that he had anything to worry about; his friendships with Jensen and Misha were solid. Yet, every time he saw Y/N laughing and goofing around with Jensen or flirting with Misha with her head on his shoulder, an irrational fury boiled in his gut and he found himself becoming territorial. He didn’t understand it. Why am I reacting this way? He thought.
It all came to a head on the day of the party. He and Y/N were with a skeleton crew on the bunker set with trying to finish filming a scene. Sarah was supposed to console Sam after yet another argument with Dean. They just couldn’t get the right tone. Sam continued to come off defensive instead of melancholy, and it was starting to frustrate the crew who were eager to get changed and get to the party. Dennis, the director for that episode, called for a five-minute break to give everyone a moment to breathe.
Y/N sat down on top of one of the tables in the library and watched Jared pace the small room as the crew reset the lights. She frowned as she watched Jared quietly, trying to decide how to approach this with him. He seemed really agitated right then.
“Is there something wrong? We don’t usually have problems getting through scenes together,” Y/N asked gently, kind eyes following Jared. She saw his shoulders tense at her question. Jared shot her a fierce glare, not answering her question.
“Okay… Is it me? Do you need me to say the lines differently?” she asked, trying a different tactic.
“It’s fine, Y/N,” he said sharply. Y/N’s eyes narrowed a little, not appreciating being snapped at.
“Hey, I’m just trying to help, Jared,” Y/N said.
“Well, I don’t need your help, Y/N,” Jared growled.
“What the fuck? Why are you biting my head off, what’s the problem, Jared?” Y/N asked; her own voice sharpening. Jared ignored her again. “Seriously, what’s your malfunction?”
“YOU, okay, Y/N? You are my problem. You come in here, and you just take over everything and suddenly it’s all about you,” Jared snapped, turning, and glaring at you. Y/N blinked at the viciousness in his voice.
“What are you talking about?” she questioned, confusion etched across her face.
“Guys, c’mon,” the director, Dennis, said, but Y/N waved him off.
“No, I want to know what he’s talking about,” Y/N said, her eyes never leaving Jared. “What do you mean it’s all about me? What’s all about me?”
“Everything!”Jared shouted, holding his arms open wide. Y/N was startled at his outburst. “Every time I turn around, you’re hanging all over Jensen or making eyes at Misha. You’re always around, butting your way into everything we do, everywhere we go. I go to wardrobe. You’re there. I go to make up. You’re there. Hell, I went out to dinner the other night with the guys, and you were there!!”
“I was invited,” Y/N said quietly.
“I don’t care!” Jared yelled. Y/N closed her eyes at his raised voice before opening her watery eyes and looking at him as he carried on. Swallowing hard around the lump that had lodged itself in her throat, she slowly stood from her seated position atop the table.
“I think we’re done for tonight, everyone,” Y/N said quietly, her voice strained as she forced herself not to give away her emotions.
“That’s not your call to make,” Jared snapped. Y/N clenched her jaw.
“No, but it is mine, and I think you’ve done enough, Jared. Get out of here,” Dennis said, his hands on his hips. Jared opened his mouth to say something, but the director cut him off. “Say something. I dare you. If you don’t want me to call Kim, I suggest you do what I said and get the fuck out of here. Now.”
Jared glared at him for a moment before storming off, slamming the door behind him. Y/N jumped at the sound of the door slam, then let out a shaky breath she didn’t even realize she had been holding. She looked up at the crew who was whispering amongst themselves. Scarlet covered her cheeks as she eyed them with worried eyes.
“No one is to talk about what happened in here just now, am I clear?” Dennis said to the small crew that was still around. “You talk about it, and you’re off the show. Understood?” Murmurs of agreement echoed through the room and Dennis nodded.
“Go get ready for the party tonight,” he said dejectedly. Slowly, the room emptied and the only two people left there were Dennis and Y/N. Y/N had moved back to the table and leaned against it, staring off into the distance. Dennis walked over and stood next to her.
“You gonna be okay?” he asked her.
“Not exactly the best time to learn your co-worker hates you,” Y/N answered with a chuckle that had zero humor in it.
“He doesn’t hate you,” Dennis said. “He’s just…”
“Jealous. He thinks I’m stealing his longtime friends away,” Y/N responded. She smiled gently in a self-deprecating way and shook her head. “Not the first time I’ve had to deal with it.”
“Jared’s complicated, Y/N. He’s more sensitive than most guys I know, and sometimes he takes things to heart without knowing the whole story. Just give him some space; he’ll work it out on his own,” Dennis said, bumping shoulders with her. Y/N nodded her head slowly.
“Think I’m gonna skip the Halloween party tonight, though,” she said. “No point in going somewhere I’m not wanted.”
“That’s up to you, but I know there will be some people who will be disappointed you won’t be there,” Dennis said. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “C’mon. I’ll walk you to your trailer.”
Once Y/N was inside her trailer, she collapsed on her couch and blew out a heavy breath. The argument with Jared brought up a lot of old feelings that she didn’t want to deal with and made her want to reach for her old methods of dealing with stress and trauma. She promised Misha that she would contact him before she would do anything stupid, though, and the last thing she wanted was to ruin his night. So, she did the next best thing.
Throwing her hair up into a tight bun at the base of her neck, she stood and walked over to the cabinet over the small sink that was supposed to be part of the kitchen. Opening the top cabinet, she pulled out a shot glass and a bottle of Fireball. She poured herself a shot and threw it back, letting it burn all the way down to her belly.
“If I’m gonna do this, then I’m gonna do it right,” she said out loud to herself as she poured another shot. This one she carried with her to the dinette set and sipped it as she slid into the chair and opened her old school Caboodle to get to her make-up. A smirk danced across her lips as she eyed her favorites before flipping the mirror up and started on her eyes.
It was twenty minutes later that a chirp from her phone interrupted the silence. Looking over to the couch, she reached over to grab the cellular device and opened it to her unread texts.
*What’s the verdict? You in or you out?* it read. She looked up at her reflection, looking at her perfect smokey eyes, and added lashes to make them stand out. A little bit of red glitter lined her bottom lashes so every time she blinked; a shimmer sparkled. She carefully put her red gem nose ring back in and carefully lined her lips with her favorite Lime Crime lipstick – Blood Moon.
*I’m in. And I have some additions to make* she responded. Grabbing her blush, she added a bit to her cheeks before the pale pink shimmer on top of it. When she was done, she got her reply.
*Be there in 10. We can change the list up then* it read. Y/N nodded, then grabbed her setting spray. A few sprits on her face and she closed her kit up and stood. She stripped off her shirt as she made her way to the bedroom at the back of the trailer and opened the small closet there. Inside sat a black wardrobe bag with a red lightning bolt on it. Throwing her shirt on the bed, she unzipped the bag and proceeded to get dressed before the rest of her crew showed up.
Jared walked into the party with his cowboy hat low on his head, carefully hiding his eyes. He didn’t want to be there. He was still angry about the situation on set, though he also felt embarrassed about losing his cool as well. He never should have lashed out at Y/N just because he was feeling insecure and jealous. That was his problem, not hers.
“Jay!” he heard someone shout his name over the loud music, causing him to look up. Jensen was making his way over to him through the crowded bar area with two beers in his hand. He handed one of the sweating bottles to his friend, which Jared accepted gratefully.
“You okay?” Jensen asked. Jared eyed him and frowned.
“You know?” he asked. Jensen nodded with a chuckle.
“Yeah. Everyone here knows to comes find me and fill me in when you lose your shit like that. What happened?” Jensen asked. Jared sighed and shook his head, taking another long pull from his beer.
“It was stupid, man,” Jared said grimly after a bit. Jensen merely nodded.
“Most of the time it is. But that doesn’t make it any less important. We’ve talked about this, dude. If it’s enough to make you do that, it’s important enough to talk about. What. Happened?” Jensen asked again. Jared deflated, his shoulders slumping forward, causing Jensen to reach out and put a hand on the back of Jared’s neck for support. Jensen then spotted Misha moving towards them.
When Misha heard what happened between Jared and Y/N, he instantly got angry with Jared. Y/N was one of his closest friends and he’d be damned if Jared would lay into her like that without provocation. It was a conversation with Jensen that reminded him that Jared’s depression had been messing with him lately. Chances are, that’s where this is all stemming from. It was that comment that made Misha call Y/N to make sure she was okay, considering her own battles with the mental disease.
“I’m okay, Dimitri,” she said quietly, invariably knowing the use of his real name was their code for yes, I’m really okay. No, I’m not lying to you. “I genuinely thought about it, but I didn’t want to bother you, so I intentionally chose a different direction.”
“Fireball,” Misha said gratefully with a smirk. Y/N chuckled.
“Fireball.”
“Okay, well. You know it doesn’t matter what’s going on, you can always call me. You are never a burden to me. I will always come when you call me, no matter what I’m doing,” he said soothingly. He could hear Y/N smile on the other end.
“I know. That’s why I don’t take it for granted,” Y/N said.
When Misha saw Jensen consoling Jared, he changed direction so he could walk over. While he wasn’t as close to the two men as he was to Y/N, he wanted to make sure Jared knew everything was okay. Y/N wasn’t going to hold any grudges against him. But Jensen gently shook his head when he caught Misha’s eye, silently asking for distance. Misha frowned but agreed and detoured away from the two.
Jared explained to Jensen what happened on set earlier that evening. Occasionally, Jensen would gently squeeze his neck reassuringly. At some point, the two made their way to a table and sat down next to each other, away from the thumping speakers and the loud music. It seemed obvious to everyone that they needed to be left alone. When Jared finished, he felt tired and miserable.
“Okay, I’m going to say some things. I just need you to listen to me. Okay?” Jensen asked, looking at Jared intently. Jared nodded his head, his eyes still looking down. Jensen gently squeezed his neck. “Gonna have to have you look at me for this, Jay.”
Jared took a deep breath and adjusted himself in his chair so he could look at Jensen. The fierce frown on his face and considerable pain in his eyes showed just how much all of this was undoubtedly hurting him.
“Number one,” Jensen started, holding up a finger. “No one, ever, is going to come between you and me. You are my brother, man, and I don’t just mean on tv. So, you need to put that out of your mind. Y/N is amazing, and I genuinely like her a lot, but she isn’t you.”
Jared blinked his eyes a few times to clear the wetness that instantly started to gather there and looked down, nodding understandingly.
“Number two,” Jensen continued gently. “Misha has known Y/N for over a decade, and they have a thing going on.” Jared cautiously lifted his head to look at Jensen with a raised brow, and he shook his head.
“I don’t know, he’s married… But they… you know what? It doesn’t matter, it’s between them. The point is – they have a history,” Jensen properly said. “But just because they have a history and are really close, doesn’t mean that Misha doesn’t love you too. And dude, you know he would do anything for you. The two of you are dangerous together.”
Jared chuckled at that part, thinking back to all the pranks they got together on to pull on Jensen. He still hasn’t heard the end of it when they filled Jensen’s trailer full of packing peanuts. Misha helped him with that one and the photos were hanging up in his room still.
“And number three,” Jensen started. “Next time you have concerns about stuff like this, come talk to us about it. Had I known that you were feeling doubtful or concerned? We could have handled this differently. It needed to be handled differently…”
“What do you mean?” Jared asked when Jensen trailed off.
“Let’s just say I learned some essential things about Y/N that I would never have guessed were a worsening problem. Kind of like how we learned about your depression,” Jensen said pointedly. Jared’s face dropped as slight panic encompassed his eyes.
“Oh, God, Jen. What did she do?” Jared asked, his voice shaking slightly. Jensen was already shaking his head.
“She didn’t do anything. According to Misha, she ended up shooting some Fireball and got ready for the party. But she has some unfortunate habits that Misha has made her swear to call him about, as well as a few other things he keeps an eye on. The reason I’m telling you this is not to make you feel bad. I’m serious Jay. I’m telling you this because if anyone is going to understand what you are feeling, it’s going to be Y/N,” Jensen explained gently. Jared studied him for a long moment, then nodded.
“I’m not telling you to not come to me, because if you stop coming to me, imma be pissed,” Jensen said with a kind smile, one Jared couldn’t help but return. “I want you to come to me. I need to know what’s going on with you. I’m just saying, she might be able to help you understand why you feel the way you do sometimes. She’s been battling with it since she was a teen. She may have some better insight than I do.”
Jared nodded again, lost in his own thoughts until the music died down and the sound of a guitar being tuned was heard through the sound stage. This got both men’s attention, and they turned to look at the stage. Misha suddenly appeared nearby and waved at them to come with, a brilliant smile on his face.
“You aren’t gonna want to miss this,” Misha said mysteriously. Jared and Jensen looked at each other confused then followed him to the stage. Most of the band was men dressed in black pants, concert tees, and boots. The one who was tuning the guitar had a red mohawk down the center of his head. The drummer had neon green dreadlocks on his head. But the one person who captured their attention was the single woman on the makeshift stage.
She had her back to the growing audience, but that didn’t stop them from staring. She had these knee-high platform boots on with buckles all the way to the top, with torn fishnet stockings hugging very sexy legs. A short, black peasant-style skirt fell mid-thigh, and it was accented with tulle at the bottom to make it poof out around her. The halter top she wore left her back exposed, and they could see the tattoo of wings covering her shoulders.
When she turned around, they realized the black halter top had red threading in it, glistening in the light from time to time. The black and red of the outfit matched the black and red hair on the woman’s head, bangs swept over her eyes. On her wrists, she had a multitude of leather bracelets… some even with studs. The skull earrings she had in glistened in the light, and occasionally, they caught the glint of a red gemstone in her nose.
Her eyes danced across the crowd as the band started to play, landing on Misha. A devilish smirk suddenly appeared on her face as she eyed Jared and Jensen.
I did it ‘cause I wanna and I did it 'cause I’m gonna And I did it just because I can I did it 'cause it makes me feel so good And I did it because fuck “the man” I did it 'cause I’m crazy and no one’s gonna save me And I did it just to cut the noise I did it 'cause I’m drunk and I did it yeah, so what? 'Cause baby you’re just one of the boys
“Holy shit,” Jensen muttered under his breath.
“Is that…?” Jared asked. Misha nodded with a devious smirk on his own face.
“Yep.”
I do it 'cause you hate me and I do it for the ladies And with all my good time friends I do it 'cause the whole damn worlds gone crazy And fuck it man This is the end
I did it all, to break every single preconceived notion that you have I did it all to rape every single one of your emotions And just to make you
Uncomfortable
The two of them watched in awe as Y/N continued to rock out, only recognizing her by the sound of her voice. Misha rocked along with the song, knowing that she had been working on that one for a while now. He was thrilled that she opened with it, showing her confidence in her voice work. When the song was over, the entire room erupted with cheers.
“She’s amazing!” Jensen exclaimed with a delighted laugh as the band started up a second song. Misha nodded his head in agreeance.
“Make sure you tell her that. She needs the boost in confidence. She genuinely thinks she sounds like shit,” Misha shouted in his friend’s ear. Jensen’s jaw dropped.
“Are you fucking kidding me? She sounds just like Lizzy!” Jensen said. Misha just shrugged and looked back at the stage. Jared simply listened and eagerly watched the girl rock out. After three songs, Y/N stepped away from the microphone to grab a bottle of water. The red mohawk guy said something to her that made her throw her head back and laugh. Jared glanced cautiously at Misha and noticed he was smiling too. Jared gently nudged him.
“You mad at me?” he bent over and asked in his ear. Misha shrugged.
“I was, but she can be reactive too. I get it,” Misha said into his ear as the band started up again. This song was slower and more mellow compared to the three previous hard rock songs.
“Just remember, we aren’t going anywhere. We’re family,” Misha said, squeezing Jared’s arm. Jared pulled back, averting his eyes as he nodded. When he looked up, he realized Y/N was looking at him as she was singing.
Here’s to us, here’s to love All the times, that we messed up Here’s to you, fill the glass 'Cause the last few nights have kicked my ass If they give ya hell Tell em to go fuck themselves, here’s to us, here’s to us
Jared smiled gently at her, nodding his head slightly. Y/N intentionally raised a brow at him a saucy smirk on her lips as if she was legitimately asking if he got the point. Jared snickered slightly and thoughtfully rubbed the back of his neck. He then looked directly at her and pressed a hand against his heart before bowing his head a little. Y/N nodded slightly from the stage before averting her own eyes.
Jensen nudged his arm causing him to look over. He’d seen the private exchange and was smiling indulgently at his ‘brother’ with pride. Jared lifted an arm and wrapped it around Jensen for an affectionate hug before adding Misha to the group.
Jared knew he had nothing to worry about. His friends weren’t going to leave him high and dry for Y/N. In fact, if he gave her a chance, Y/N could be another one of his closest friends. He just had to remember the evil voices in his head aren’t always telling him the truth.
TW: Fever ? (I’m not sure what counts for triggers so pls lmk if I miss anything)
Prompt: hi!! could u do one maybe where like, the reader is an actress on supernatural and she plays like their younger sister on the show or something and she gets sick at a con or something? Thanks !!
NOTE: Hey guys, I’m alive!!!! I know I have a lot of Spencer prompts atm, but it’s really hard to write them when I’m not like, hyper focused on Criminal Minds. I am going to try though! So sorry I’ve left so many of you in the wind, I am a very inconsistent person, my bad. But here’s this! It’s REALLY bad because I’m terrible at being realistic but like idk it’s something.
I really don’t even know what to put for tags on this.
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Ah, September. You knew what came along every September, and looked forward to it for the first eight months of every year. Secaucus, New Jersey. You loved every con you went to, truly. Everyone was so nice, you love staying in hotels, panels are such a great time, the whole thing. It’s a great experience outside of the set to get connected with fans. And, they loved you almost as much as you loved them. You were typically closer in age, since you were still just a teenager. You also started out as a fan of the show before somehow snatching a role, so you really were with them at one point. Everything that excites them excited you just as much. And, you loved making friends with them. You weren’t allowed to be reckless with your phone number, so you made a snapchat that you shared exclusively with con goers, whom you made swear to secrecy. It was like a club, and you just enjoyed genuinely talking to everyone. But, when you woke up that first morning, you knew it was going to be a long day. Your body ached, and you were still pretty exhausted. You had a fever, but didn’t really know if it was a fever because you were still young, and God forbid you ever decided to recognize the signs of you being sick. It was almost like a form of denial, not knowing. You were sweating, but freezing, and your throat felt particularly dry. Your headache rested underneath your eyes for the most part, to which you just blamed on being tired. Your stomach didn’t hurt, but you definitely weren’t hungry. Even though you hadn’t felt exactly 100% the past days before, and you obviously weren’t feeling right now, you just deduced that it was all because you were tired, and had a late flight in. As a responsible person does, of course. You didn’t even bother taking any medicine for it, because hey, you obviously weren’t sick, you’d feel better in a bit, and you didn’t have any, so why waste the time, right?
You groggily got dressed and met up with “the boys” (even though they were all older than you) for the free breakfast downstairs, in a separate room, since fans did happen to stay in the same hotel. You grabbed some Cheerios, only to conspicuously throw them away after.
“You good, Y/N?” Jared asked out loud, gaining the attention of Jensen, Misha, and Alex. You could feel their eyes burning through your skin. Or, maybe that was the fever. It had to be their eyes, you convinced yourself, you didn’t have a fever. You were fine.
“Yeah, why?” you asked, faking the perk in your voice and confused eyes. Your eyes felt really heavy, you noticed.
“You just… You look exhausted. And pale.” he said, “And you threw away that cereal without eating any of it."
You looked down at yourself as an effect for what you were about to say, "Wow, well that’s one way to make me self-conscious. I thought I looked kind of poppin’.” you laughed slightly, trying to play it off.
“W-wait, no that’s- that’s not what I meant! You look fine, I just-” he was embarrassed. You and the others chuckled.
“I’m kidding. I’m all good, just went to bed late, y'know?” you smiled. It was hard to try and mask the rasp in your voice, and doing so made you feel the need to cough, so you downed some water until it dialed down a bit. He nodded. In your mind, you blessed your acting skills, thinking you got away with it. What you didn’t know was that Misha, Jensen, and Jared, as fathers do, knew every trick in the book, and each noted to keep an eye on you. Not to mention, they’d been acting far longer than you had, and could just tell when one switches into a character. They all figured that if you weren’t sick now, you would be in days to come, and exchanged glances with each other, while Alex innocently continued to chew on his toast.
“Well, if you’re tired, I don’t think you have a panel or anything for another hour or something, maybe you could catch up on some sleep then.” Jared suggested. You shrugged.
“Nah,” you said, “I’ve got photo-ops in like, twenty minutes. I should actually probably get going. I’ll catch up later!"
You left with a wave, and disappeared into the hotel somewhere. You stopped in your room, allowing yourself finally to set free the coughs living in the back of your throat. You blamed it on your throat being dry since you didn’t drink enough water. Not on germs. So, you grabbed two water bottles from the small fridge in your room, and left, making your way towards the convention center.
You felt slightly better during photo-ops, which just confirmed in your mind that it was impossible that you were sick right now. You smiled and talked to everyone. There was one girl, who introduced herself as Meredith, who stuck out in your mind. She gave you this super cool hand painted keychain, which you very excitedly put on your keys instantly.
"Dude, I’ve been looking for a cool keychain. Not just one of those janky ones you find at like 7-11, like a cool one. This is so exciting.” you smiled genuinely. You had just recently bought yourself a car, and thought that your keys looked a little lonely, and searched for hours on Etsy for something to spice it up a bit. A weird obsession, thinking about it now.
She laughed, “I’m glad you like it!”
“Hell, yeah! Now, are there any poses you wanna do? Or do you just want to hit that casual look? I could make it look like I’m meeting you.” you stupidly rambled. One of your traits that was so widely known was how funny and awkward (in a good way) that you were. It took you a long time to get to that point, though, because you were always anxious about meeting others. You still are every now and then, but it’s different here.
“I was just hoping to get a hug.” she said, “If that’s okay with you."
"Yeah, that’s cool!” you wrapped your arms around each other and shot the camera a grin. The girl looked a bit confused.
“Hey,” she said, quietly, “are you like, okay? You feel really hot.”
Nervously, you replied, “Oh, no, yeah totally fine. I’m just wearing two layers, and it’s getting spicy in here.”
“Yeah,” she answered, “don’t push yourself, okay?”
“I won’t, thank you. It was really nice meeting you!"
"You, too! Thanks!” she waved goodbye and you moved on to the last few people in line. She was right, though. You realized that you felt worse than you did when you walked in. You thought it had gone away for a while, but now it was just amplified. You noticed you were cold again, but that you were sweating as well. It must’ve just been the temperature in the room. These conventions aren’t always able to keep a steady temp in the entire building, right?
This day, you didn’t have much to do. Most of your events were on the other days to come. You had one panel in a few hours, and then a panel with Jared, Jensen, and Misha a few hours after that, and then bam, the day was over. You just had to get through those two events. Just two.
Two, events. And both were an hour. So, two hours out of the day. Rookie work. Yet, as your panel approached, the headache had expanded from under your eyes to anywhere that there was space to hurt, your throat ached and so did your lungs from how much you were going off somewhere to cough in privacy, your body felt heavy, you couldn’t tell if you were hot or cold at this point it was some weird combination of both, your stomach hurt just slightly, the world was moving around you a bit more than it usually would, and the fever you “didn’t” have had climbed a degree, probably two. And, at some point during the day, you got pretty congested. You felt like you could just fall asleep at any moment. Jared and Jensen happened to be walking by where you had been waiting by yourself, away from any congoers or employees, and noticed that even though you were leaning against a wall, you somehow were still swaying.
“Y/N?” Jensen called out, worried. You heard him, you knew you were supposed to respond, but didn’t know how. Maybe you did have a fever, and maybe you sort of let it out of control. It was like you were comprehending them, but not at the same time. You heard everything, but it just swept right through your feverish mind. The walked in front of you and examined you within seconds. You felt Jared’s cold, really abnormally large man hand sweep your hair back and land on your forehead.
“J, she’s burning up.” you felt another hand on your face. You, quite exhaustedly, swatted it away. They couldn’t figure out how it’d gotten so bad so quickly. You were sick this morning, but not to this degree. They knew then that you had just shrugged it off all day, and your teenage fever brain probably didn’t even think to take any kind of medicine or anything for it, even if you were trying to hide it.
“I’m good. Just tired. Fevers don’t exist.” you finally mumbled, taking a few deep breathes, which you hadn’t really been able to do in a bit without being rudely interrupted by a bone-shaking cough. It felt nice, almost. The boys sighed at you and shook their heads.
“Y/N, you should go back to your room and get some rest. We can bring you some stuff that’ll help.” Jared suggested. You shook your head and opened your eyes, which somehow felt even heavier.
“Nah,” you said to them, “I’ve got a panel, I think, in like, I ‘dunno, some minutes or something. Something I-” you pushed yourself off the wall to try and make your way somewhere, but stumbled a step or two, which result in Jensen and Jared instinctively to grab you in order to keep you steady.
“Like hell we’re letting you go to that, Y/N, you can’t even form a sentence, or stand for that matter. You’re out of your mind. We’re going to bring you back now, we’ll take care of your panel thing.” Jensen stated pretty sternly. You were about to fight back, and they could see it, but you coughed a few times, and they could almost feel it in their own chests. You just nodded in defeat.
“Yeah, maybe I could just like, sleep, for an hour or two.” you whispered, tiredly. The two were still holding you steady, and could see you already falling asleep before even going anywhere.
“Or six, by the looks of it.” Jared joked lightly.
“Poor kid.” Jensen said to Jared as the were walking out of your room. They helped you get there, and you were gone before you even saw the bed, “Why do they always have to pretend like they aren’t sick? Look where it gets them.”
“Don’t know, man. You can’t talk, though. You literally tell people you are immune to illness.” Jared laughed quietly, shutting you door.
“Well I am. I am the perfect example of health. I don’t get sick."
"Yeah,” Jared rolled his eyes, “Right. Watch you catch what Y/N has. You practically carried her all the way here. There’s no way you’re escaping it.” Walking towards the center, the back way of course, Jensen scoffed, “Please, germs take one look at me and know not to mess this up. And, by the logic, that means you’re already infected, too. So, tell me, princess, what sort of soup do you want spoon-fed?"
Again, Jared rolled his eyes, and the two laughed. They weren’t making fun of you, they were making fun of each other, and knew that you would’ve wanted in on that action.
"Y/N probably would’ve destroyed us if she heard that. Something along the longs of ‘You want me to tuck you in? Carry you bridal style?’” Jared pitched his voice a tone higher for it. Again, the two men laughed.
They made their way backstage of what’s supposed yo be your panel, and informed the crew about what was going on. They were just going to fill in for you, probably tell a few embarrassing stories.
When they made their way through the curtain, the crowd shouted. They were obviously excited to see the two leads, but also were obviously confused. “Alright, you’re probably confused.” Jensen stated the obvious, “Because obviously, we look nothing like Y/N, and thank God she does not look like us.” The crowd laughed.
“Anyway, Y/N can’t make it today. She’s really sick-” the crowd cut Jared off with a unison “awe.” People yelled out that they hoped she felt better, tell her to take care of herself, and so on.
“Yeah, poor kid looked like she was just going to fall asleep right where she was standing. She literally tried to come anyway, like, kid, you’re making no sense. Y/N couldn’t really fight against us, though, so she’s sleeping now.” Jensen explained, “So we came here to chat in her stead, but just know she really was planning on coming. That kid loves you guys.” and again, the “awe” rolled through the crowd.
“If she wasn’t sick, she could totally kick both your-” the last word was cut off, but was implied anyway, someone screamed from the crowd, which resulted in laughter.
“Yeah, probably. Even if we were stronger than her,” sarcastically, of course, “she’d still beat us. Kid’s too fast, and I’m too old.” Jared laughed.
In the last ten minutes of the panel, Jared decided to give you call. Not only to check in on you, but so you could at least say hi to your crowd. When you heard the phone ring, you groggily opened your eyes and aimlessly reached for it.
“Hello?” you answered. Jared almost frowned at how sick you sounded, even with just one word.
“Y/N?” Jensen stepped in, “It’s Jensen.”
“Unfortunate.” you sighed exhaustedly. It was joke, a really tired one, but still enough to make the crowd laugh.
“We’re here at your panel, we thought you might want to say hi.” Jared said loudly, holding the speaker of his phone to the microphone.
“Panel?” you asked. Panel? What panel? Your delirious mind was clearly confused, “Who’s that?"
"Y/N, the con. The convention panel?” Jensen actually sounded worried. They probably should’ve thought to give you some sort of medicine to do something about the fever you had before they’d left.
“Oh,” you closed your eyes again, almost falling asleep, before remembering finally what it was they meant, and after a moment, “Oh! Crap, the panel thing, I’m late.”
“No, Y/N, stay there, we’ve got it covered remember? You can’t come. You can say hi to them, though.” Jensen interjected quickly.
“Okay, hi guys.” you just followed as told.
The crowd responded with a series of hello’s.
“’M really sorry. I hope they aren’t boring you.” the two men could practically hear you closing your eyes. The crowd responded in inaudible chatter. Jensen and Jared walked from the mic for a second.
“Sorry if we woke you, kid.” Jared apologized, having just realized they probably could’ve left you alone, “W also just wanted to check in. See how you’re doing.”
“How are you feeling?” Jensen asked, but got a mumbled word in response, “Alright, well, just go back to sleep, we’ll be up there soon."
Jared hung up the phone, and the two began to answer the last few questions and close up. They waved their goodbyes to the crowd, and started heading back your way.
"Jensen, you got any over the counters with you? Thermometers or anything? All I’ve got is Advil, and I don’t even know what’s really bothering her yet other than that cough and being tired.”
“Yup. Danneel always makes me carry literally an entire medicine cabinet, just for these moments. I’ll go get 'em and meet you there. It’d probably do her some good to eat something, too. I don’t know if she’s got like, a stomach virus thing going on, though.” Jensen answered.
“I’ll see what she’ll say and let you know."
The two parted ways, and Jared made his way to you. Even though he’d only talked to you just a few minutes before, you were dead to the world by the time he opened the door. The room was boiling, and Jared looked over to the thermostat to see that you’d at some point put it on to 90 degrees.
"Jesus, Y/N, I know you’ve got a fever, but damn.” he said, more so to himself than to you. He looked over at you after turning it down to see you curled beneath what looked like any blanket you could find. He came over and started removing the blankets slowly, and shook you gently to wake you up.
“Y/N, wake up for a minute, it’s Jared.”
“'Mm.” was all you said, until you realized your layers of warmth had been moved, “What’re doing? It’s cold.”
“Y/N, you’re dripping in sweat. It’s the fever making you cold.”
“I don’t have a fever.” you retorted, “I’m good. Just tired.”
“Kid, you’ve been tired the whole day. You’ve been sleeping this whole time.” he tried rationalizing.
“I have?” you questioned, closing you eyes again. Jared put his hand to your forehead again. Somehow, it was warmer than the first time he’d done it before the panel. It was then that Jensen finally appeared, a whole bag of things in hand, “Could you bring the thermometer over?”
“Yeah, gotcha.” He walked over and rummaged through the bag at the same time, pulling out a thermometer.
“Y/N, we need to take your temperature.” Jensen said.
“No need.” you said, “’M not sick.”
“You are so obviously sick, I’m not asking.” again with that stern voice. Jared gave him a “Hey, she’s sick, back off a little” sort of look, but it had worked, and you let them take your temp. They were almost shocked when the thing beeped at 103.
“Should we take her to a hospital? That’s way too high.” Jared asked.
“If it gets any higher, yes, but let’s see if we can bring it down first.” Jensen replied.
“No hospitals.” you demanded, opening your eyes and glaring at them.
“We aren’t bringing you yet, Y/N, but I need you to eat this so you can take some meds.” he held out two pieces of toast that he must’ve brought from his room. You hated toast even when you weren’t sick.
“I’m not really hungry."
"I know, but it’ll help. You haven’t told us what’s bothering you yet, either.” Jared responded.
“Nothing’s-” you coughed a few times, a bit violently, “bothering me.” “We can see that.” Jensen said sarcastically.
“Everything’s bothering me.” you whispered, giving up.
“Your stomach hurt?” Jensen asked. You waved your hand from side to side to signal a so-so, “Think you’ll get sick at all?”
“No, it’s not like that, I don’t think.” you breathed out, another cough escaping you. You took a few bites out of the toast. It made you uncomfortable, but it was then that you realized you probably felt that way since you really hadn’t eaten much that day or the one before, which probably contributed to the splitting headache. It didn’t go away after, either though. You pushed yourself up. You almost fell over, but Jared put a hand out for you.
“Alright, good. Take this. I’m going to be frank, it tastes disgusting.” Jensen handed over a small cup of liquid, “Sometimes, if you take it like a shot, it helps. But you shouldn’t know how to take shots, but if you do it, I won’t judge.” And so you did, causing the two to chuckle slightly at you.
“You were right, about the sleep thing.” you slumped back onto the bed heavily, like a brick.
“When am I ever wrong?” Jensen asked, “Don’t answer that, actually.”
But you were already sleeping again, and the boys decided to stay nearby for now. The next panel wasn’t for another few hours anyway, and they just didn’t want you to be alone. Also, incase you were wrong about the toast, and it decided to make its return. Jared’s phone began to ring loudly, to which he very quickly tried to answer so his obnoxious ringtone wouldn’t wake you up again, not that you wouldn’t have just fallen back asleep anyway.
“Misha? Hey, what’s up?” Jared answered. Jensen walked over to hear what was going on on the other side of the line, but Jared just decided to put it on speaker.
“Where are you guys? I haven’t seen you all day. Felicia, Alex, and I are going out for lunch, we were wondering if you guys want to come. I tried calling Y/N, but she didn’t answer, so.” he rambled.
“That’s because Y/N’s not feeling well.” Jensen said, giving him a solution to his predicament of not being answered, “We’re with her right now, so we’ll have to pass.”
“She’s sick? Is she okay?"
"Yeah, I think so. She’s just got this crazy fever we’ve been trying to bring down. Thinking about it now, Jensen, we should probably check it again."
"A fever?”
“It’s been at 103 degrees for like, two hours. At least for what we know of. She’s probably had one all day, but as a dumb teenager does, she just tried to ignore it."
"If it goes up you should-”
“Yeah, we know,” Jared said, “we’re trying really hard to avoid that, though. Also, she’ll definitely fight against it, I don’t know."
Jensen, from the other side of the room at the sound of a beeping thermometer, could be heard on Misha’s end, "It went down, finally. 102.2.”
“Thank God, I was getting worried.”
“Should I come there? Do you guys need any help?” Misha asked.
“I mean you can, but I think we’re good. She’s just been trying to sleep it off the whole time, so not much is really going on.” Jensen was closer to the phone now, “Like, she’s got this cough, a headache, and you can hear how congested she sounds, but mostly I think she’s just exhausted. I honestly don’t know how because she’s just been sleeping for hours.”
“Fatigue.”
“Yeah, poor kid. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so tired, it almost makes me tired to be honest.” Jensen joked.
“Maybe you’re just getting sick.” Jared slipped in.
“Not possible. I am immune.”
“Nobody is immune, Jensen.” Misha sighed.
“I’m not nobody.” he shrugged.
“Alright, well, we’re going to get lunch then. If you need anything let me know, and tell her I hope she feels better.” Misha concludes.
“We will, thanks Misha.” and with that, Jared hung up. For a few more hours, the two hung around. They were there when you woke from some fever dreams, and when you needed a cough drop, or twelve, and wake you up every now and then to check your temperature, which raised and dropped and raised and dropped, but currently was at a very steady 102.4. But, soon enough, it was time for them to leave for the last panel of the day, and unsurprisingly, you tried to follow suit.
“Y/N, we gotta go, but we’ll be back in about an hour from the panel.” Jared said. You took a deep breath and sluggishly pushed yourself to the side of the bed. Having been sick, and not having sat up in a few hours, the blood rushed from your head, leaving you dizzy.
“What’re you doing?” Jensen asked.
“The panel. I missed the last one I should go to this one. I feel okay.” you yawned, then coughed slightly.
“Y/N, really, you shouldn’t even think about pushing it like that.” Jared said. Jensen walked over to you, half on the bed, clearly trying to steady yourself just from the movement of sitting up. The spinning room honestly almost made the toast make a reprise, and you hiccupped, and held your breath.
“Hey,” Jensen grabbed a can quickly, noticing, “are you going to be sick?”
Giving it a minute, it went away, and you shook you head no, causing a huge tension to leave the room.
“Alright, well, remember how you said I was right all the time earlier?” Jensen pun the can down.
“No, must’ve been the fever.” you half joked, causing Jared to laugh.
“Alright- well- okay, shut up. We agreed I’m always right, and that I was right about needing sleep, so I say you need some more.” Jensen demanded rather than suggested.
“Yeah, or at least lay around and do nothing. I can’t imagine ever sleeping as much as you just did.” Jared joked, pushing you very gently back down, with his hand on your back, knowing you would just hit the bed without it. Your eyes were heavy again, and your throat was painfully dry, and you coughed. Your aching head also agreed with the two of them to your dismay.
“Maybe just a bit more.” you mumbled, “A few minutes.”
“Yeah a few minutes, sure.” Jared smiled, knowing you were probably going to knock out for a few hours once again. You opened your eyes again.
“You think,” you coughed, “that they’ll be mad?
"Who?” Jensen asked.
Feeling pretty sick, you said, “That I don’t go? I don’t feel really good.”
Ah, the fever comes to play once again, it seems, but the two felt some sort of triumph now that you’ve at least admitted to being sick, even if it’s been hours. It concerned them, though, if you felt bad enough to admit it.
“No, they’ll be fine about it. We’ll be back soon. Misha or Alex might come in to check on you, alright?” Jared answered, to which you nodded.
They weren’t gone long. You spent half the next day sleeping, too, until you could stand without swaying. You did sneak back to the con, against Jensen and Jared’s orders, since you really didn’t break that fever and cough for a few more days, only to be caught after a tweet of you at the con was trending and the cast caught wind of it. But, eventually, you were better, and got the chance to help Jared take care of an “always immune” Jensen. And he was more stubborn than you were.
I really didn’t know where to go with this so I just ended it. Feel free to add onto it and make a part two, just make sure to tag me so I can see it! Anyway, I hope you all are having a great day/night and I want you to all know that you’re beautiful and worth it.
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Sweat dripped down your chest as you plunged your blade into the heart of the werewolf.
You heaved, looking over at the long-haired man that was tied up across the room. You walked over to him, kneeling down beside him. As you gently shook him you heard a groan.
“Hey? Are you okay?” You spoke softly. The man jumped and sucked in a sharp breath.
“Don’t freak out. I’m here to help.”
He looked at you with wide blinking eyes and nodded.
“Is it dead?”
You nodded and took out your pocket knife, cutting him loose. You knew what came next, the talk. No matter how many times you had to do it, it never got any easier. Knowing that you could be possibly ruining someone’s life.
“Ok this is going to sound unbelievable and you might think I’m crazy but my name is Y/f/n and I hunt monsters-“
“My brother? Where is he?” He shrugged off what you had just said like it was nothing.
“Your brother?” He nodded trying to get up, but you held him down. He looked up at you, surprised you had the strength to hold down a man of his stature.
“I’ll find him, where did you see him last?” You asked him, really hoping to find this mystery brother okay and our of harm’s way. You were taken by surprise as the man gently grabbed your arm but he was interrupted as a loud bang came from outside the barn. You grabbed your gun from your waistband and gave the guy a look you were hoping he understood, which he apparently did, because he slunk back down in his place on the ground.
You stalked your way over to the door, keeping your gun raised. But you found yourself lowering it when the door opened and you saw a familiar face. You had traded out your gun for your fist as it connected with his face.
He looked up at you with confusion.
“Y/n?” You looked up at him, as he towered over your frame.
“Dean.” You huffed. “You’re the brother?”
His expression immediately shifted. “You know where Sam is, where is he?” He rushed out. You rolled your eyes at him and lead him over to the secluded corner of the barn where Sam had been tied up. As soon as Dean caught sight of his brother he ran over to him dropping him to his knees.
“Sam, Sammy? Can you hear me?” You stood behind Dean as he shook Sam awake.
Sam eventually woke up and had gotten himself to stand up. But Dean was still being his overprotective self. You could tell Sam wasn’t crazy about his brother still holding him up, especially because he could hold his own.
Sam had hoisted himself into Dean’s car and shut the door. You took this as an opportunity bring up that past. You knew why Dean was so confused when he had seen you for the first time in forever. You could recall back when you were the little innocent Y/n you had been for so long.
Imagine: You keep getting sick, but you find out that its more than that
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You woke up to the smell of bacon and with a nauseous stomach. Oh god. You jumped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom.
You wiped your mouth and got up off your knees. You had a bug that you thought you were finally coming down from, but no, here it was again. You had gotten out of bed so fast that you didn’t even notice that Sam was nowhere to be found. You made your way to the kitchen, the smell of food becoming stronger as you got closer. The smell alone made you want to throw up, again.
Sam lit up when he saw you walk in.
“Hey, babe.” He gave you a quick kiss. He didn’t care that you were sick, he still slept in the same bed as you, kissed you and even sometimes showered with you. All against your wishes though, you didn’t want him to get sick as well. You gave him a small smile.
“Did you get sick again?” He asked, pulling out a chair for you. You nodded, frowning at him.
“I don’t understand, I’ve had this for a month, it should be gone by now.” Sam just shrugged.
“Sometimes things take a while.” He stated, putting some waffles and bacon on your plate. You looked down at the food, gagging a little. Ever since you had gotten sick, the sight, smell and even thought of food made you want to throw up, and you didn’t know why.
You looked up at Sam, who was now fixing his own plate.
“Sammy, before you sit down can you get me some mustard?” You asked. He opened his mouth then shut it again, he simply nodded before going to the fridge and getting the yellow bottle.
You sat at the table, drenching your breakfast in the condiment that you usually hated. Sam had gone to take a shower and Dean waltzed into the kitchen.
He looked over at your plate and raised his eyebrows.
“Mustard?” He asked with disgust slapped on his face. You just shrugged.
“So you have a ‘bug’ where you keep throwing up, and, you are eating weird food combos.” He still looked at you, still raising his eyebrows. You looked at him confused.
“What are you getting at?” You asked with bewilderment. He just chuckled.
“Ya know,” He made a rocking motion with his hands, and you finally caught what he was saying. Oh fuck. The thought of you being pregnant hadn’t even crossed your mind. The chewed up waffles and mustard fell from your open mouth and Dean took a step back.
“Dean, what am I going to tell Sam!” You yelled at him getting up quickly.
Sam heard the commotion and had walked in, his hair still sopping wet.
“Tell me what.” He asked, tucking his towel in around his waist. You sucked in a breath and looked over at Dean.
“I’ll leave you two to talk.” He spoke, grabbing his coffee mug and slipping out of the kitchen.
You looked up at Sam then quickly back down at the floor. You knew Sam had wanted a family, but that was years ago. Things had changed dramatically over the years, times had gotten harder. On top of that, you didn’t know if he still wanted to get married and do all the things you still wanted to do.
“Y/n.” He spoke, his voice was firmer this time. You stumbled over your words, trying to find the right ones to say.
“Do you- do you think it’s possible I might be… pregnant.” You whispered the last word as if it would have any effect on the current situation.
“No that’s impossible, we used protection.” He spoke, shaking his head. You didn’t know if he didn’t want to believe it, or if he just wasn’t happy but you just looked at him.
“Sam.” You whispered again, looking at him in the eyes. “I’m pregnant.” You said quietly. It was as if you actually saying it had affected him.
You watched his face go through about 1billion emotions before finally landing on happiness.
“Oh my god.” He breathed. “Y/n, were having a baby.” He spoke louder, his tone getting lighter.
You smiled at him. “You’re not mad?” You looked at him, taking in his expression.
“Mad? I’m excited. We’re going to have a mini us soon.” He smiled, grabbing you and pulling you in for a hug. You closed your eyes and melted into the hug
“God, I love you Y/n, and I can’t wait for our baby.”
Imagine: Going out with your friend to celebrate when you meet Soulless Sam at a bar.
Word Count: 789
Warnings: Implied smut, pervy guy, language
You and your best friend had decided to go out tonight to celebrate her recent job promotion. You guys had met up at your house so you could get ready.
You had just finished putting on your cherry red lipstick when she walked out of the bathroom with her purse in hand. “Ready?” She asked, you nodded grabbing your jacket and heading out. You guys got in your car and headed to the closest bar.
When you walked into the crowded place you were instantly hit with the smell of alcohol and sweat. The music blared so loud the bartender could barely hear what you were saying. You had ordered two beers while your friend wandered off to talk with guys.
You grabbed your drinks from the overly friendly bartender and walked over to your best friend, who was currently surrounded by a bunch of people. She had taken off her jacket and had pulled down her tank top a little. She was your best friend and you loved her, she loved attention just as much and it made you laugh. It was fun to watch. Although you didn’t see why she had to try, she was already really pretty.
“Hey, Y/n! Over here.” She said waving you over. You walked over and handed her a drink and looked at the guys she was talking to, there were 5 there. One of them was really tall and kept staring at you. His gorgeous eyes were dead, kind of like a fish. You smiled up at him lightly, and you watched as his eyes trailed over your body.
As time went on, finally the group had weeded out to just you and the tall guy, whose name you had learned to be Sam. Your friend had left with some guy named Jason and you too had eventually left the group, walking back over to the bar to order another drink. As you walked away you swayed your hips, being sure to catch Sam’s attention. You could his feel eyes on you every time you moved, and you chuckled lightly to yourself.
“Can I get another one?” You asked the guy. He looked at you for a second. “Can I get your name?” He asked smirking a little. You smiled kindly. “Depends. Why do you want it?” You asked, looking the guy over. “Because I want to know who’s gonna be screaming my name later.”
You scoffed. “Yeah sorry, buddy, not here for that.”
He chuckled, “Stop playing hard to get.”
“Can I have my beer now?” You asked holding out your hand. Instead, he grabbed your arm and pulled you really close. “Listen to me, I’m gonna bang you whether you want to or not.” His hot breath slapped you in the face.
He suddenly dropped your hand and looked straight behind you. You turned around and was met with someone’s chest.
“What the hell did you just say?” The tall guy said, cocking his head to the side, smirking as he spoke. The bartender backed up practically throwing your beer at you before bolting to the other side of the bar.
You smiled at Sam and he sat down next to you.
“Thank you for that.” You said, smiling at him. He nodded his head
“No problem.” He said staring at you. You looked at him, he was so, well, beautiful. There was really no other way to put it. You leaned forward a little folding your arms under your breasts so they caught his attention.
“What do you say you and I go blow off a little steam?” He asked, as his eyes raked over your body once more.
You pulled your jacket back on as Sam put his jeans back on. You looked in the mirror, checking out all the purple and red marks he had left on your neck.
“Just so you know this was a no strings attached thing.” He said grabbing his jacket. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and turned around to face him.
“Thank god, I thought you were one of those, we fucked once and now I think I’m in love kind of guys.”
He looked at you and started walking forward until he was right behind you. “How ‘bout we go for round two just to make sure?” He said while biting the already reddened skin. You moaned and turned around catching his lips with yours.
After that, there was one time Sam had stopped by again, but this time he was different. It was all the little things that were different about him, like his eyes. He was nicer and with another guy…. but that doesn’t mean you guys didn’t hook up later.
I wrote this and it kind of went in an off direction so I had to pull it back, please excuse if it gets a little messy. Don’t forget to send me requests.
Imagine Request: Hey hey! Can I req. a Dean one-shot, where he is very nervous to propose to R ( who is his long-time best friend, a powerful natural witch, and BAMF huntress) because Amara is on the loose. The thing is: Sam is pining for R as well, though he knows he can never be with her as Dean is. That still doesn’t make him any less devastated when he hears about Dean’s wish to finally propose before it’s too late for him, but he still encourages his brother to take that step while he still can.
Word Count: 1283
It felt like someone had stabbed Sam through the heart and twisted the knife. Dean was finally going to do it, propose to the love of his life. You and Dean had been together for years, and you had loved him for longer. The only problem was that you were the girl of Sam’s dream too. The difference was, that it wasn’t mutual. The younger Winchester had loved you for years, but his brother had gotten to you first.
“Do you think she’ll like it?” Dean asked nervously, showing their mothers ring. He just smiled and nodded.
“Yeah.” He breathed, looking down at the sparkling diamond. Dean looked down at the ring then back over to Sam. He was ecstatic. He didn’t know about his little brother’s feelings towards you, and Sam planned to keep it that way.
“It’s beautiful.” Sam spoke louder, clearing his throat and pushing his chair out from the table.
“I’m gonna go shower.”
He left Dean in the kitchen, staring in awe at the gorgeous ring that would soon be yours, hopefully.
You stood in the bathroom, brushing your teeth and humming along to a random tune. Dean had come in earlier and asked you to put on something fancy because you guys were going out. Which was odd. You and he never went on dates, well not real ones anyway.
You were torn between two shoes, a red pumps with a silver heel and a black bootie. You found your way to Sam’s room. You knocked on the door and waited for a ‘come in’. When you finally got it you walked in and plopped down on the bed next to him.
“Which?” You asked, motioning to the two different shoes on your feet. He just looked over at you. God, you were gorgeous. The way you tucked your hair behind your ear, or the way you smiled at him when he finally gave you his opinion.
“The red? Really? You don’t think they look a little, well, slutty?” You asked. They were kind of tall, but they did made your legs look great.
“If you think they look slutty then why do you own them?” He asked, chuckling. You just smiled and shrugged. They were really pretty, just not your usual style. They were quite a far cry from your beat up combat boots.
You gave Sam a quick hug and thanks before leaving the room.
You met Dean in your guys’ room and smiled at him. Damn, he looked good.
“Wow.” You both said simultaneously. He smiled at you and reached out for your hand, which you gladly took; and he led you to the impala.
Dean was nervous, you could tell. He had let you pick the music and the whole ride to the dinner he had bounced his leg up and down. And on top of that he had made reservations for a restaurant that had nothing under 20 dollars.
After you guys had finished eating, Dean had ordered dessert. When the waiter came back with it he lightly touched your shoulder and you could see Dean tense up, not from jealousy but from nervousness. You gave him a small smile.
He set the dessert down on the table in front of you and you grabbed a spoon, getting ready to go to town. When you looked down at it your breath was taken away. There on the plate in nice cursive letters written in chocolate sauce said.
Will you marry me?
You looked up at Dean who was now holding an opened box with an absolutely stunning ring inside.
“Y/n. you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You make me a better person. When I first met you I was a broken mess who was sure that the light at the end of the tunnel was hellfire. But now, I have no idea what it is. I know it’s not heaven because heaven is right here with you. And I don’t know if we’ll even be alive by the end of this week so” He took a deep breath and dropped to the floor on one knee.
“Will you marry me?”
You were stunned and didn’t know what to say.
“Yes.” You breathed, tears forming in your eyes. You were beyond happy, you got to marry the love of your life. Cheers could be heard from tables around you guys as he slid the ring onto your finger.
“It’s beautiful.” Was all you could say, the way the light captured it took your breath away.
“It was my mom’s.” He smiled, staring at you. He watched as you stared at the ring and then back to him.
“I love y-“ You were cut off as glass shattered all around you. The windows had exploded behind you. Dean looked over at you, giving you an ‘are you okay’ look, and you nodded.
“Oh Dean.” You heard a familiar voice say. You looked up from your bloody hands to reveal Amara. She was waltzing through the tables, looking for you guys. Dean grabbed your hand and you slid underneath a nearby booth. You heard screams of terror as she made her way through the restaurant, killing people as she walked.
You couldn’t take it anymore, hearing her murder innocent people. You knew you were no match for her but you could at least distract her while Dean helped people out of the restaurant.
You took off your heels and looked over to Dean who was looking around before he caught your gaze.
“Get these people out of here. I love you.” You didn’t give him a chance to respond as you slid out from underneath the booth.
“Hey bitch!” You screamed, getting her attention. Amara looked over to you, smirking.
“Y/n. Nice ring” She said menacingly. You waved your hand at her, throwing her against the wall with your magic. You didn’t give her an opportunity to react as you picked her up again and held her in the air. Your magic flared with your emotions so when you were angry, so you had a chance to win.
You looked around briefly, seeing Dean usher people out of the back exit. Bad mistake. She took this as an opportunity to break free from your hold. You could feel the crushing weight of her power on your throat as she choked you.
“Amara!” Dean yelled. She turned around towards him dropping you from her invisible grasp and she looked over to Dean, smiling.
“You say we have some kind of connection, well if you care about me at all, let Y/n go.” He spoke shakily. Dean and you were worse than Dean and Sam. Monsters knew you were his weak spot, and so did Amara. She looked over at you for a second and you felt yourself being able to breathe again.
You didn’t listen to what Dean and Amara were saying, instead you searched for your gun, a knife, anything that would do anything to her. You looked over to the table where you and Dean had been hiding. Your heels.
You held out your hand and drifted the heel towards you. You looked down at the shoe, saying a quick chant over them before making your way over to God’s sister.
Dean watched as you scrambled to get up, high heel in hand and he gave a subtle confused look. Amara didn’t notice as you snuck up behind her. With one swift motion you plunged the shoe deeply into her neck. She didn’t even give a chance to attack because within seconds she became a heaping pile of dust on the floor.
The spell wouldn’t last forever, just long enough for you and Dean to go back to the bunker and tell Sam everything that had happened, including your new ring. You knew he would be beyond happy for you.
This was an idea I originally had for Sam but I felt like it fit Dean so much better, so here this is. I actually am not mad at it and I really like the plot. It reminded me a lot of the 100 (I’m not gonna say any spoilers but…) This is very angsty, if you couldn’t tell. There is kinda a twist thingy that I added in here. I was thinking about doing a part two but I’m not sure yet.
Imagine: You becoming more and more reckless on hunts and Dean getting angry at you.
Word Count: 781
The hunt had gone south, fast. It was as if the demons knew you were coming. You had been captured by a couple and they held you and the brothers hostage in a windowless room.
Sam and Dean were on the opposite side of you with demons on either side of them. And you, you had a demon holding a knife to your throat. You couldn’t help but laugh. Sam and Dean stared at you, not with confusion, but with fear. You had a knife to your throat and you were laughing.
They weren’t that surprised though. In the past month they had watched you get more reckless, more suicidal, and it scared the hell out of them. Dean especially. He worried so much about you, you were after all his girlfriend.
“If you’re gonna do it, then do it.” You chuckled, earning a death stare from Dean and a frown from Sam. The only reason they hadn’t tried to fight their way out was that your life was at stake, and they weren’t sure if you’d join them in the fight.
“You better watch that pretty mouth of yours or I just might.” The demon spoke in response, gripping you closer to him.
You watched as the boys’ faces turned from panic to relief.
A bright light showered the room and the grip on you was released. You watched coldly as demons dropped 1 by 1 by Cas’ hand
You looked at both the brothers before turning on your heal and walking out to the impala. You waited a good 5 minutes till the Winchesters came out of the shabby rundown house. You prepared yourself for the hour long talk you were bound to get about why you should be ‘more careful’ and how you had been ‘unbelievably reckless’ lately. You didn’t understand. It was your life. Why did they care so much what you did with it?
The driver side to the impala slammed close and you looked up from your twiddling thumbs. The ride home was surprisingly quiet, save Sam’s constant shuffling in his seat. When you pulled up to garage in the bunker Dean got out as quickly as he possibly could and slammed his door once again.
Sam looked back at you and gave you a quick sympathetic smile. You returned it and got out of the car, following Dean’s footsteps. They led you to the library. He sat there with his hands firm on the table.
“Dean, are you good?” You asked as you walked a little closer to him, being sure to stop a couple feet away. Dean was angry, you could tell. But it wasn’t the loud, throwing things anger; it was the quiet calm anger which with him, was by far scarier. It took a lot to make him like this, you knew you had majorly pissed him off but you wondered why it bothered him so much. You wondered why it didn’t bother you at all
He didn’t answer, instead he stared at you, coldly.
“Really?” Was all he said as he stood up from the table. You just shrugged at him.
“What?”
“Don’t what me, you know what.” His voice was low and deep. The kind of tone that would usually send shivers down your spine.
“What do you want me to say, Dean? It’s my life.”
He just stared at you. Is that what you really thought, that it was your life so you could do whatever you wanted. Things didn’t work that way anymore, not since Dean, not since you had gotten people who cared about you. Family.
“But that’s just it Y/n. It isn’t just your life anymore. Your decisions affect me andSam and they could easily get you killed. With your-“ He paused, as he tried to find the right words to say.
“With your laughing. Do you not care about what happens to you?” He asked, looking deep into your eyes. You didn’t know what it was, but lately you had wanted to feel something, anything. Whether it was guilt, happiness or fear, you really didn’t care. But you never did. Ever since you came back from hell you didn’t feel anything.
What came out of your mouth wasn’t what you wanted to say but it was exactly what you wanted to say at the same time.
“No, I really don’t Dean. So cut your losses because I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about what happens to me.” You watched his lips went into a tight line and he looked down.
When he looked back up tears were visible in his eyes.
“Okay.” He whispered.
You still didn’t feel anything as his eyes dropped from yours and he walked past you, leaving you standing alone in the library.
This went in an odd direction, it’s kinda cracky but it’s funny. It’s inspiration was this one scene in Grey’s Anatomy where Christina gets drunk
Imagine: You go out drinking with Dean and get absolutely hammered. Later Sam has to come get you and bring you home.
Word Count:794
It had been a very stressful day so when Dean suggested that you guys went out drinking you didn’t have any objections. In fact, you were excited. Usually you were the one to stay behind and just shower it off but today that was Sam. He said he was tired and needed to catch up on his much needed hours of sleep, and you didn’t blame him.
You put on your clothes for the night and glanced over at Sam, who had now taken his shirt off. His back muscles tensed as he reached forward to grab something off the counter.
“You know, I could just stay here.” You said as you hugged him from behind. His warm skin flush against yours. You could feel him chuckle.
“No, Y/n, go have fun. I’m probably just going to sleep as soon as you guys leave anyway.” You finally let go of him and he turned around, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“Alright, well, I love you.” You said, turning around to grab your jacket. You opened the door and stepped out. You walked down to Dean’s room and knocked on the door.
When you guys pulled up to the bar it was packed, with mostly motorcycles strewn throughout the parking lot. As soon as you walked in you smiled, it had been a while. No, you weren’t planning on getting so plastered that you couldn’t walk, but you did plan on letting loose a little.
Dean hurriedly searched for his phone. This was a situation he couldn’t handle by himself anymore.
There you were, drunk as hell, standing on a booth seat, screaming things like “There’s nothing to fear the hunters are here.” Dean had tried to get you down, multiple times, but you ended up pushing him away, or even tried to bite him. Now he understood why you didn’t drink.
Finally Dean had found his phone and he quickly dialed Sam’s number.
Sam woke up from the constant ringing coming from the other side of the room. He groggily got up, his hair was still a mess. He rubbed his eyes when he looked at the phone, why the hell was it so bright. He squinted, to finally see Dean’s name on the screen. He reluctantly answered.
“What?” Sam could hear the loud music in the background, along with a girl screaming.
“Dude, you need to come get Y/n.” Dean said, as he walked over to you.
Sam could hear what the screaming lady was saying. It was something about monsters and how everyone is safe because they are under control. He groaned to himself as he grabbed his jacket and opened the door. As he hung up, he could hear Dean lightly through the phone, “Y/n don’t.” And then a receiver click.
As Sam walked to the bar, he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to tame it a little. He finally opened the bar doors and the first thing he saw was your head peeking out of a booth. Dean had finally managed to get you down and to lay somewhere till Sam got there.
Your drunken self smiled as you saw Sam walking towards you.
“Hey, guys look, it’s my fiancé.” You grinned, putting emphasis on the ‘e’ at the end.
Sam sighed. “Y/n, I’m your husband.”
You paused for a second and your eyes got wide.
“Sam, you’re here. Come have a drink, Dean, let’s all get drinks.” You stumbled over your words.
Sam walked over to you, scooping you up in his arms.
“I think you’ve had enough.” Sam spoke. He watched as your head lolled to the side, damn you were plastered. He pushed open the door and started to walk you back to the room. Dean had decided to stay at the bar, and have some fun, less fun than you did.
Suddenly your head snapped up and you looked at Sam. You made a ‘come here’ motion with your hand and Sam bent down. You lifted your head up to his ear.
“You’re very pretty.” You spoke drunkenly as he pulled away, chuckling.
When you guys got to the room, Sam stripped off your clothes and put one of his shirts over you. He slid into bed beside you and fell asleep, again.
Light came pouring into the room, and you opened your eyes, immediately regretting it. You head pounded, it felt like someone had let a loose jackhammer in there.
“Oh my God.” You groaned.
You heard both the brothers’ chuckle.
Dean looked over at you and pointed to the two pills and the glass of water over by your bed.
“Those, are from the very pretty man.” He chuckled again, almost choking on his doughnut.
Imagine: Getting lectured by Dean but getting distracted by how hot he is.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 974
Warnings: Implied Smut?
You walked into your room with Dean hot on your heels. You had made a pretty risky decision while on a hunt and he wasn’t too happy about what could have happened. In the end, everything worked out but that didn’t matter to him. Dean slammed the door behind him and turned to look at you. If looks could kill you would be beyond dead by now.
“What the hell were you thinking!” He yelled, flailing his hands out in front of him. You watched how his arm veins popped out, how his muscles flexed when he put his hands forward. It was damn near impossible to concentrate on what he was saying. How was it possible that someone could look this good while yelling? No, a better question was why was this turning you on? Seeing him all worked up made something inside you scream.
“Everything worked out, I don’t know why you’re freaking out.” You said nonchalantly, holding his gaze. He rolled his eyes at your response. He was so attractive without even trying. The way that he swiftly darted his tongue along his bottom lip, or the way he wiped his chin with his thumb. God, the things you wanted him to do to you.
“You almost got me and Sam killed, not to mention yourself. The only reason we’re still alive is because I saved our asses.” This time you rolled your eyes. Dean took a step forward, and you swore you could see a faint smirk play on his features.
“What did you just do?” You stood up off the edge of the bed and stared at Dean.
“No, the only reason that we’re alive and not puppy chow is because of my quick thinking.” You wanted to see how far you could push him before something snapped. With Dean, makeup sex was a given, no matter how small the fight was. You couldn’t wait to see how mindblowing this round was gonna be. He took another step closer, forcing you back down on the bed. You just stared at each other. With each passing second his light green eyes grew darker. You flicked your eyes down to his lips. Fuck, they were so perfect and plump you couldn’t wait to feel them on you, attacking every inch of your body, leaving marks all over your neck and other places only he could see. Just looking at them alone made you wet.
“God, Y/n, you’re so full of yourself.” He said looking down at you. He watched you as you stared at his lips and he smiled. He knew exactly what you were doing, and what your endgame was, and he wasn’t complaining. The only thing was, he could play this game better.
“Am I?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes. By now he was so close that you could practically smell his aftershave. He held your chin in his hands. You watched as his eyes raked your body, briefly stopping at your breasts before bringing them back to your eyes.
He leaned down and lifted your face, he lightly brushed his lips against yours.
“Yeah, you are.” He said pulling away. He walked back to the table on the opposite side of the room and took off his shirt. You chuckled inside your head. You could barely concentrate on what he was saying when he had clothes on, nevermind when he takes them off. Your eyes snapped up to his defined torso; all you wanted to do was run over to him and drop to your knees, but you held yourself together. At this point, both of you knew that this wasn’t about your hunting decisions, it was about who would crack first.
“So, you’re mad at me because I do- I know what I’m doing.” You stuttered, tearing your eyes away from the god of a man in front of you, yes he was hot, but he was annoying as hell. Especially with the way he made you crumble by just talking. He now had a full on smirk plastered on his face, you knew he enjoyed seeing you stumble over your words, largely because it was him making you do it.
“No, I’m mad because you’re reckless and impulsive. You almost got everyone killed.” He said sternly, running his hands through his hair. You watched as his muscles flexed when he lifted his arms up. He knew what he was doing, he knew every little thing he did was making you wetter by the second. His voice, his arms, his everything. It was all so distracting.
You got up off the bed and started walking towards him.
“You know what Dean?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. You were now standing about five inches from his face.
He mimicked your actions and turned his head to the side as well.
“What’s that?” He hummed, narrowing his eyes. He watched your chest heave as you slowly got more turned on. You sucked in a breath, preparing yourself for what was most likely going to happen after your next statement.
“I think you’re pissed because I was the one that saved us this time and you were the one screaming my name for help.” You smiled when you saw the rise that got out of him. He closed the remaining space between you two by grabbing your hips roughly. He bent down and put his lips to your ear.
“You’re gonna be the only one screaming this time.”
All you saw was a slight smile on his face before he spun you around and set you on the table. By now you had passed the turned on line and slid right into sexually frustrated.
