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.
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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.
Summary: Jensen’s held up his ‘family/good guy’ image for a long time. When that image is gone or threaten, then he’s forced to do something he really doesn’t want to do. Can he learn to love her before it’s too late, and can she forgive him for the way he’s treated her since the beginning?
Chapter Warnings: Angst, Things are discussed, Could it be we find some common ground?
Word Count:3240
A/N: This fic is completely unbeta, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! Enjoy!
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The first thing that made sense to Y/N as she started to wake with the light of the morning filtering through the window, was the pounding headache probably brought on by the amount of wine she’d drank at the restaurant last night. Second was the fact that her mouth was so dry it felt as if it had somehow turned into the Sahara Desert overnight, again, most likely the wine. Last, but not least, was that she was alone in the bed.
Now that she thought about it, she wasn’t sure that Jensen ever came to bed last night at all. He was the one that suggested that they share a bed after all, but it seemed he had chickened out. In fact, after their little fight at the restaurant, if you could call it that, they had had much more spectacular fights in their short time together, he’d barely said a word to her at all. He just changed silently into his pj’s after his shower, and then made his way to the living room area of the little home, and sat down alone in the dark on the couch.
Y/N was so mentally and physically exhausted that she didn’t care much last night whether or not he came to bed. She just showered once he’d finished and fell face first on the side of the bed she’d designated as ‘her side’, and fell asleep hard. She didn’t remember feeling him ever join her in the bed last night at all now that she thought of it
She rolled herself over slowly, cracking one of her eyes as she pulled the covers far enough away from her face to look around the room, no Jensen, but he wasn’t far, the open door revealed him sitting on the same couch she’d left him on last night, a glass of what looked like whiskey in his hand, and his hair a mess. The clock on the wall told her that it wasn’t even ten in the morning yet and he was already drinking, great.
She laid back down into the cocoon of pillows and blankets around her with a huff, not ready to get out of bed and face him just yet.
She really didn’t understand why he’d had the reaction he’d had last night to their little spat. Maybe she’d gone too far when she’d threatened to leave him and go back to California, but honestly, who in their right mind would tolerate being treated the way he’d treated her? What did he expect from her? She’d gone a hell of a lot easier on him than he deserved, that was for sure, and she just wasn’t ready to accept his apology yet and sooth his ego, because honestly, he was going to have to prove just how sorry he was to her. Words at this point meant nothing.
She was just about to give up on her stewing and drag herself out of bed to face the music when his phone rang, and she froze in place.
Jensen signed heavily, apparently not very happy to see the person’s name on the other end of the screen, and swore under his breath, which made her chest tighten with fear of just what could be on the other line.
“Hello,” his deep, whisky rough voice answered, Y/N strained to hear who was on the other end of the line, literally holding her breath.
“Hey mom… Yeah, yeah, I’m okay.”
Suddenly Y/N felt horrible for listening in on his conversation, and started to get up and out of bed, but she was afraid he’d see her and think she was Eve’s dropping on purpose. Damn him for renting such a small house!!
“No,” he said after a pause. “We’re in Hawaii.”
Y/N remembered Jensen telling her that even his parents didn’t know where he was taking her, she guessed he wasn’t as big of a lair as she tagged him to be after all.
“I don’t think so mom,” he said after a long moment. “I really have messed this up from the beginning. I don’t think there’s a way of fixing it.”
“Yeah, Yeah, I know that…”
Y/N didn’t want to lift the covers to check for sure, but she was almost sure she could hear his voice crack as if he were crying? Maybe it was just the fact that it was so early and he was already drinking that made his voice rough. Maybe she was overthinking things. Fuck she really did not want to invade his privacy this way, she felt like she’d already done that enough when she was forced on him the way she was, but she felt more and more trapped the longer the conversation went on.
After a long pause of what Y/N was sure was Jensen’s mother lecturing him for whatever, good or bad because she could not hear to be certain, Jensen let out a long, deep breath, and cleared his throat.
“I know, I’m going to try, but I can’t make anyone any promises… No, we haven’t, but an annulment is going to be completely up to her. I’m not going to make her stay with someone like me, but I’m not going to ask her to leave either. Maybe that’s a little bit of a dick move, but our choice has been taken away from us so much in this whole situation that I’m going to let her have this one.”
The lump that gathered in Y/N’s throat was so impressive that she almost had to cough before she could swallow again.
He sounded so done, so defeated. She’d not heard this side of him before, even when he came home completely waisted and was so hung over the next day he spent most of the day hanging over the toilet.
“If she decides to stay with me I’ll talk to her about it when we get home… Sure, I’ll let you know… Love you too.”
Y/N heard the phone drop to the table and Jensen sighed again as he sat back on the small loveseat. She knew she couldn’t hide away in the bed forever, so she waited a beat to make it look as if she wasn’t listening in on his phone call, and sat up slowly in the bed, with the movement his red rimmed eyes shot to her and back down to his lap as he started to chew on his lower lip and twisting his glass in his hand as if he were nervous.
It took all the will power in her to stand up from that bed and make her way into the small living space where he was sitting. Not because she was afraid of him, not really, it was because she was afraid of the conversation that was surely coming. It was going to be a make or break, because if she decided to stay with him, then there was no going back for her, this was it, she was in it for life, especially if he held true to what he told his mother and didn’t file for the annulment himself.
Looking at the man as she walked into the room and sat down in the small chair across from him, the glass coffee table sitting in between them like a battle line drawn, ready for one of them to look up and cross it, she was almost certain that if she walked out of her right now and never looked back, it would distroy him, or he would do something really stupid and distroy himself. Either way there was no good outcome for him. It was just something her gut was telling her. The man was ready to end it all if she left him. It was just something she just knew. Mentally, he wasn’t well.
“We need to talk,” he said after a moment of silence passed between them, keeping his eyes low and twisting the empty crystal glass between his fingers.
“Yeah, we do,” she agreed, “and this time let’s try to do it like adults and not like petty children or yelling at one another.”
Jensen nodded, but didn’t look up. Instead he just continued to speak mostly to his knees. It made him look so much smaller than she’d ever thought possible with such a tall, thick, brooding of a man.
“I’m not going to apologize to you again for how I’ve acted, because every time I try to apologize to you we end up in another fight,” he stated as if he’d given this a lot of long thought. “I understand why you don’t want to forgive me, not that I ever really asked you too, and I understand why you don’t believe me. There’s nothing I can say or do to change that.”
Y/N sat silently and watched as a range of emotions passed over his face before he looked out of the window, and ran a hand down his face before looking her in the eyes for the first time since she’d sat down. Then there it was again. That dark, soulless, shell of a person staring back at her just like it had the first day she’d met him in Mr. Carter’s office.
“If you want to leave, I’ll book your flight back to LA and I’ll pay for the annulment once you’ve filed it,” he continued. “I’m not going to try and do anything to take you down or hurt your reputation. I’ll make sure that Mr. Carter gives you your job back, and I’ll pay for whatever collateral damage having been with me probably has caused. It’s solely my fault that we are even in this mess to begin with, so I’m the one that should take responsibility for it.”
“And, if I choose to stay,” she asked in a small voice, and she was taken aback by the tears that formed in his eyes that he refused to let fall. It was the first real emotion that he’d shown since she’d met the man, even if he wasn’t looking at her again.
“I don’t understand why you would,” Jensen stated matter of factly with a confused expression on his face, “but I’m not going to twist your arm to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Okay,” Y/N nodded, taking the approach to this conversation that was probably more appropriate for a child than a grown man, but talking to Jensen this way always felt like a ticking time bomb, and if you stepped wrong or said somethting to set him off this conversation was going to go no where. “Well, my next question is, do you want me to stay?”
“Why does it matter what I want?” Jensen inquired, turning his head slightly as he looked at her like she was nuts.
“Just, humor me,” she said, face as stoney as his own. “Tell me the truth, do you want me to stay here, or do you want me to go back to California and file for an annulment?”
Jensen swallowed thickly, his eyes shifting nervously. She could tell by the look on his tired face this was not the direction he anticipated the conversation going when he started it.
“I… I don’t really want you to leave,” he admitted reluctantly after a moment.
Y/N nodded again, watching him as if he could explode at any moment.
“And is that becau-”
“It’s not because I’d lose my career if that’s what you’re about to say,” Jensen interrupted, looking down and scratching at his hair harshly with his free hand.
Y/N could tell he was getting irritated, and she didn’t want him to turn this into a fight, but she was really curious now as to why he wanted her to stay. It was certainly not the answer she’d been expecting.
“Then, can you enlighten me? Because so far all I’ve got from you since I walked into Mr. Carter’s office is that you don’t want anything to do with me.”
Jensen nodded, a grim look on his face and just shook his head, clearly he was not done with this conversation already, but they kept dancing around one another and didn’t get things straight between them, then things were just going to get worse and worse between them, she knew that. So like it or not, if he wanted her to stay, he needed to level with her.
“Did Mr. Carter tell you how you ended up with me?” Jensen questioned, searching her face as she sat there silently across from him.
“Because you got caught with two randoms in a motel room,” she retorted, turning her head thoughtfully, “possibly ruining your reputation and your career.”
“Yeah, that’s what I did, but did he tell you why he chose you to marry me, and not any of the other fifty women in the office working that day?”
Y/N blinked in confusion, and Jensen snorted, shaking his head in disgust as he stood and made his way over to the small island that separated the living area from the kitchen where the whiskey bottle he’d been drinking from sat. Y/N wanted to call him out on the fact that it wasn’t even noon yet, but she knew better than to push him that far.
“He said that the industry wanted me to marry, and these are his words, not mine, ‘under my league.’ Literally the girl next door makes the handsome actor fall for her, some Cinderella bullshit or something like that, and I promise you, I’m softening the blow here, he was not near as nice as I just said it,” Jensen said as he flopped back down on the small couch.
Y/N swallowed thickly, blinking back the tears that suddenly wanted to spring forth without her permission. She had trusted and respected Mr. Carter. Learning this hurt, it hurt a lot, and she could tell by the look on Jensen’s face he wasn’t lying, not that he had a reason too.
“Why are you telling me this?” Y/N asked, “What? Kick the dog while she’s down? What does that have to do with the reason you’d want me to stay?”
“I never said you were a dog,” Jensen corrected her. “He literally gave me no other choice. PR marriages are a thing in Hollywood, everyone knows it. Usually they pair you with another actor or someone else in the industry, but he said they literally wanted to ‘shake the Hollywood off of me’. It– made me so angry. They took my choice away. Our choice. They forced us into something that just…”
Jensen let his sentence trail off and closed his eyes as he tried to pull back his own emotions but failed miserably as a stray tear started to leak down his face before he looked her in the eye again.
“I don’t really know why I want you to stay, and that’s the truth. But you did have a right to know what happened the day you walked into that office.”
Jensen reached up to run his hand down his face again, and this time she was paying attention as his shirt lifted slightly, revealing thin cuts along his inner bicep, and she instinctively reached for his arm for a better look, he jumped back as if she had tried to burn him, and she dropped her hand into her lap, pulling his shirt back down quickly.
“Jensen, if this is even going to work at all, you’re going to have to start treating me like a human. You said it yourself, what I would really have to go back to in California if I did leave isn’t much better than what I have here. So I’m not going to go anywhere, but if you ever, and I mean EVER raise a hand to me again, I’m gone.”
Jensen nodded, before sitting his glass down on the coffee table between them with a shaky hand.
“Have you slept at all?” she asked, watching his movements.
“I laid down on the floor for a while, but I didn’t sleep really,” he admitted, his hand ideally going to up to rub his arm where she’d seen the cuts. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know how they got there, and for the first time she didn’t see him as a monster, but she saw him as someone who was hurting, and had been hurt, really REALLY bad. That didn’t excuse the way he’d treated her, but it did make her worry about just how deep this rabbit whole really went, or just how mentally he might be, and to scared to too stubborn to ask for help.
“Jensen, you didn’t have to lay on the floor, you said we could share the bed, but if you didn’t want to sleep next to me then I probably could have made the couch work –”
“That’s not it,” Jensen said, “I just knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep and I didn’t see the point of keeping you awake and miserable with me.”
Y/N reached for him again, and Jensen flinched away before mumbling something that sounded like ‘sorry’, before standing to his feet.
“Maybe I should try to go and lay down for a little while and get at least an hour of sleep, then if you want we can go for a walk down by the water just to get out of this little house for a little bit.”
Y/N nodded, and let him get up and make his way over to the only bed in the room.
She didn’t want to feel sorry for him, she wanted to be mad at him, make him suffer, but maybe he was already suffering enough on his own without her help, and the scary part about it is she didn’t think there was a chance in hell he was going to let her pull him out. He’d gladly just drown.
Summary: Raised in a cult, married at a young age, and divorced after catching your husband cheating on you with your neighbor, you decide to leave behind everything you know after you lose everything you love, and start over again. Who knew one little stop at a gas station would change everything?
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Chapter Warnings: Angst, sickness, talk of being sick, anxiety, pregnancy, nervous reader.
Word Count: 1704
A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d. It was at one time posted on Wattpad. In fact, it’s the first fic I’ve ever written. Which is why I wanted to correct and revisit it now that I’ve got more experience under my belt, and I’ve grown as a writer. Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! Hope you all enjoy this one!
You couldn’t think straight, time itself seemed to stand still. For a split second, nothing made sense but the fact that she just said you were pregnant. Somehow, impossibly, the correction made to Jensen’s reversal worked, and you were pregnant.
You sat there staring at the nurse, mouth hanging open, Jensen’s head still resting on your shoulder sound asleep from the amount of drugs they’d pumped into him, and completely dumbstruck.
“That’s…that’s impossible. They said at his last appointment his sperm count was still almost non-existent,” you stuttered out. “We just had it checked before we left Austin. There was only like…two live sperm in the whole sample. The doctor said his count might increase from the epididymal dysfunction over time with vitamins and other medications, but he said it could take years…not a few weeks.”
“You said he had two live, and all it takes is one at the right time to get pregnant. Sure, it’s rare, it’s hard, but it does happen. Bloodwork doesn’t lie, and according to the amount of hormones found in your body I’m guessing you’re close to four weeks pregnant or so,” she said, keeping her voice low as you had, clearly trying to keep Jensen asleep as well. He’d been through a lot.
“I would schedule an appointment with your OBGYN as soon as possible, they can do a scan and tell you for sure how far along you are,” she continued. “Here is a copy of the results of the bloodwork showing you’re pregnant, and again, congratulations to both of you. I’ll be around early tomorrow to check on him and sign the discharge papers.”
With that she turned her on heels and walked out of the room, leaving you staring at the impossible blood test results in your trembling hands, your heart wanting to believe it, but fear of losing this too as it was still so early gripping you, and keeping you grounded to the fact that this impossible miracle could be fleeting.
You sat there staring at the paperwork for what was probably hours, just radiating with a mixture of shock and joy. How the hell you were going to tell Jensen was still a heavy hanging question as well. You knew he’d be thrilled to death, but still, how do you even begin to explain this to him? You knew he wouldn’t accuse you of being unfaithful to him. You were literally with him all of the time. You didn’t have time to have an affair. He’d wanted this so bad…
The phone rang shrilly next to you on the table, and you jumped to retrieve it to keep it from waking Jensen up, the caller ID notifying you that it was Jared. Then it hit you, no one knew you were here, you hadn’t called anyone.
“Hello,” you answer as quietly as you could, kicking yourself for being so stupid.
“Y/N! Is everything alright?! We heard the hospital called the staff and was questioned about what everyone had for dinner today, and that Jensen was now in the hospital too! What the hell is going on?”
You could hear the panic in his voice, and knew he was pissed at you for not telling him. You pinch the bridge of your nose and let out a tired huff, trying to keep your voice low, the only thing you’d been able to focus on was Jensen being sick, and now the most recent news…it was a lot to process…
“Yeah, we’re here at the hospital. He got sick when we pulled up in the driveway. I called an ambulance. They found out he had Salmonella poisoning, from the chicken they think. He’s going to be fine. They’re keeping him overnight to rehydrate him and make sure his nausea is under control. We should be going home in the morning. I’m sorry I didn’t call you. Things just all happened so fast that I haven’t really had a chance to call anyone.”
Jared took a long, slow breath, clearly trying to calm his nerves. “Thank God he’s okay,” he murmured. “Word started to spread that the hospital called the directors, and that there was bad food under the food tent. I know a lot of people are sick right now. Thank God you, me and Misha didn’t eat the chicken. I’ll spread the word that he’s okay, and Gen and I will come by there in the morning to help you get him home and settled. I’m sure he’s still gonna be rough for a few days,” he said, and you were more than a little grateful for the help right now, especially considering you were still reeling from the news you weren’t even sure if you could tell anyone yet.
“I’d appreciate that,” you tell him. “They said he could feel sick for up to a week or maybe two before he gets it completely out of his system and back to normal. So I’m sure the ride home tomorrow will be no fun for him.”
“Fuck, that sucks,” Jared said, you could almost hear the shutter in his voice.
“Yeah, tell me about it. When he was awake just now all he could worry about was throwing behind the filming schedule. He’s not going to be happy.”
“Well,” Jared said, an almost dark chuckle to his voice. “You can tell him we’re probably going to be shut down for a week at least anyway, so he can just calm down about that and get better. You both get some sleep tonight and I’ll see you both first thing.”
You didn’t know exactly how well you’d sleep. You hated hospitals, and now, all you could think about was there was this little life growing inside of you. This little piece of you and Jensen. It wasn’t going to make sleep come easy.
The next morning, Jared, Misha, Rob, and Gen were all crammed into the room you and Jensen had spent the night in. Jensen was now awake, and seemed to be feeling a lot better than he had last night. His nausea was under control, in fact, it didn’t seem to be there at all unless he got up moving around any, so staying in bed was a must. He did seem glad to see everyone, and for him, it was a welcomed distraction. Now, all you needed were the discharge paperwork, and you could both go home.
“I mean, this goes without saying,” Misha said, sitting in the middle of the floor between two chairs like a child. “There are better ways to get a vacation dude.”
“Well, you knew me,” Jensen said, glaring at him. “I love to live on the edge, asshole.”
Misha stuck his tongue out at him, and Jensen rolled his eyes, looking back towards you, who was sitting on the bed next to him.
“When are they gonna spring us out of here baby, I desperately want to take a shower and die in my own bed.”
“She said the paperwork would be done within the hour,” you assured him, putting your hand on his chest to stop him from getting out of bed and getting sick again.
“Well, you guys, this has been fun,” Rob said, “unlike some of us though, I got to get to work.”
Jensen looked over to Rob, an almost regretful look on his face.
“I’m sorry this has all thrown back filming,” he said, “If I wouldn’t have gotten sick, then we could keep the schedule at least somewhat intact.”
Rob put his hand up to stop Jensen in his tracks, “No man, don’t even talk like that. This was out of your control, there was no way you’d known that would have made you sick like that. Just focus on getting better. This gives SPN time to film extras and back stories, the whole set isn’t out of work, and you could use the break anyway. I’ll text you later to check on you and keep you updated.”
Jensen waved him off and Rob closed the door behind. Leaving a sulking Jensen on the bed. He always felt like he had to fix everything, even things he had no control over, or weren’t even his fault.
“It’s all gonna be fine,” Jared said, reading his friend like an open book. “Just get better, the rest will work itself out.”
Before Jensen had time to argue, the nurse returned with the discharge papers and started to remove his IV. You decided since Jared was with him, you’d take what little bit of things you had there with you to the car, and pull it under the hang so that he wouldn’t have to roll through the parking garage in a wheelchair. Gen followed you, needing to get out of the cramped room. She hated doctors and hospitals just as much as you did.
Once the elevator doors were shut, and you were both alone, she turned to you grinning. “So, while you were outside earlier, I found something very interesting while looking for Jensen’s cell in your purse,” she said, an almost mischievous grin on her face. She was damn near bouncing in place.
You didn’t have to guess very hard to know what she found, and you groaned as you covered your face with your hands.
“Please Gen, you can’t tell anyone! Not even Jared! I want to surprise Jensen, but I want to wait until he’s better to do it. Hell, I don’t even know how I’m going to do it yet,” you tell her, and she squeals as she throws her arms around your neck.
“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” she said, releasing you from the bone cruising hug. “I do expect to get auntie privileges as well as God Mama privileges, cause this is gonna be a hard secret to keep!”
She practically bounced out the elevator and skipped towards the car, not speaking again until you were both safely inside.
“So, how far along are you?” she asked, turning in her seat as you put the car in park.
“Only about four weeks they think,” you tell her. “I might need your help figuring out how to tell Jensen.”
Her eyes lit up in a way that only describes a child on Christmas morning as she clapped and squealed in her seat! “I have the perfect idea!!!!”
A/N: This is a slow burn fic that I have been working on for a while. Its a story I wrote for myself and just wanted to share with everyone. Yes, the “Dee” in the story is who you think, but there is no intended hate on her or their actual marriage. It is a work of fiction, that is all.
Series Summary: After a hard breakup, Jensen decides to throw himself into organizing a Music Festival in Austin that is meant to raise money for a few of his most cherished charities and organizations. As he throws himself into planning it, he stumbles upon a spirited, undiscovered performer, who he convinces to come aboard to help plan and coordinate the event with him.
What transpires after that takes both Jensen and his new friend, by surprise. But when their respective pasts come back just before the event kicks off in Austin, they will both have to decide if the unexpected feelings are worth perusing, or if they should just walk away and go on with their lives.
Series Warnings: Language, Break-Ups, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mild Violence, Talk of Domestic Abuse
Incredible series! Not sure how I missed this until now. Spent my entire Saturday reading this because I couldn’t stop. No chores done, but no problem. Totally worth slacking off my duties to read this incredible story! @coffee-obsessed-writer -thank you for writing and sharing this story with us. Could I please be added to your Everything tag list??
Summary - Long distance relationships suck, especially if you can’t be with Jensen on your birthday but Jensen has a few tricks up his sleeves to make your birthday better.
Pairing - Jensen Ackles x You
WC - 2150
Warning - Slight Angst, Fluff, Birthday, swearing SMUT(18+, MINORS DNI), p in v sex, almost getting caught and a little fluffy surprise.
Square Filled - • Long Distance Relationship AU (@spnaubingo)
A/N-Holy shit! It’s been so long since I posted something. Feelin’ kinda rusty here lol. I reached 1.1k followers today so this is also a thank you gift to you guys for following me!
And Happy Birthday, Abby (super late but please accept this gift, yours truly, Chan)
Also Abby is a Swiftie, just like me. So purposely, I have put in some Taylor Swift song references. Have fun finding them!
Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine.
“I don’t think I can fly back tomorrow.” Your eyes fluttered shut to stop the tears that were threatening to spill. When you opened them back, you saw the look of tremendous guilt and sadness on your boyfriend’s face. You didn’t want to cry in front of him and cloud his mind with more agony yet a stray tear managed to roll down your cheek. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. The covid protocols are…you know how it is…fuck, I miss you so much and it’s fuckin’ killing me that I can’t be there with you on your birthday.”
“Jay, don’t. It’s not your fault.” You said, placing down the ipad on the table and leaned back on the couch. You always thought the long distance relationship came with too much emotional baggage and pain but you were willing to accept them all because you fell for Jensen so hard and fast and the thought of living without him scared the shit out of you. “Just two more months and then I can move to the States and it’ll be okay.”
“I know but–”
“Jensen…” you sighed.
“You didn’t even hear me out.”
“What more can you say?”
“I miss you. These face times are not enough anymore. I-I want you…sweetheart, I need you with me, hold you close as I drift off to sleep and wake up with you in my arms. I just…need you here. A-and I’m tryin’ to get through the protocols.” Jensen’s green eyes were clouded with emotions, the loneliness weighing heavily on his shoulders.
“Even if you don’t make it to the flight, know that it’s alright. We’ll make it work. We always do.” You offered him a sad smile. You were seven thousand miles away from him. You knew that if he didn’t get on that flight within the next three hours, he wouldn’t be here with you on your birthday and it sucked. Just like him, you needed him with you. You missed him so bad.
Jensen didn’t say anything for the next few minutes. It was something you did often. No words said. You just wanted to be in each other’s company even if it was through the illuminated screen of your respective electronic devices.
“I love you,” you said to him and he flashed you his most beautiful smile. The type of smile that instantly lit up your world and made you happy. The type of smile you adorned a lot. The type of smile that feels like you’re home. He was your home.
“I love you too.” He said, “I’ll do my best.”
“I know you will, Jay.” He nodded.
It was your birthday but it didn’t feel like one. Since the morning, you hadn’t heard from Jensen and you were worried out of your mind. In the evening, you stood there in your party dress, looking around at the smiling faces of your friends but there was one thing missing. You kept checking your phone. You wanted him to be here so you got your eyes on the door hoping he would walk in any minute but he didn’t. And that’s when the feeling sank in.
You were going to spend your birthday without Jensen.
You blew out the candles, your eyes burning with the unshed tears. You tried to smile for the guests and laugh with your friends but your heart was filled with despair.
It was close to ten. You were lying on your bed after making an excuse of not feeling well. Your close friends had lingered around for a while before they left. That’s when you heard your sister call for you.
You sighed and pulled the covers close to you, not willing to socialise with anyone further. You heard the door creak open.
“Go away,” you grumbled.
“I didn’t spend the last thirteen hours on a flight to hear this, sweetheart.” You sat up and your heart did a somersault in your chest. You knew this voice all too well and you missed hearing the way it reverberated off the walls surrounding you, providing you some deep comfort.
“Jensen?” You sprinted towards the figure of a man lingering at the doorway and crashed into him, colliding with his firm chest as a pair of arms came up to wrap themselves around you. He brought your face to his and kissed your lips. Tears threatened to spill as your lips molded with his. You missed him so much.
He picked you up and you jumped to hook your legs at his waist and he let out a chuckle. With you in his arms, he walked towards the bed and put you down gently on the soft mattress.
“Hi, baby. Happy birthday.” He said.
“Hi.” Your words were a mere whisper as Jensen traced the outline of your face with his finger and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.
“Where are you goin’?” You asked as he got up to close the door.
“I have something for you.” Jensen said as he closed the door to the room behind him. You wiggled your eyebrows at him and he rolled his eyes. “Get your mind outta the gutter.”
You pouted and he said, “I’m saving that present for later. But first–” he took a deep breath “–I want you to have this.”
You watched as he slowly went down on one knee. Eyes wide, you saw as he pulled out a jewellery box out of his jacket’s pocket. You gasped, standing up while he opened the box in front of you to reveal a ring inside.
“Jens…”
“Y/N, I…Holy shit, I thought this will be easy after practicing for the last five hours straight–” you laughed, a tear rolling down your cheek “–Sweetheart, I had this big, beautiful speech prepared but as soon as I stepped in this room, all I can see, all I think of is you. You remember what I told you last night? I want that, I want you and I want us. Every night when I go to sleep I want to feel you in my arms and know that I’m right where I’m supposed to be and then in the early morning, I want to be woken up by our kids jumping on us demanding breakfast. I’m so grateful for you every second. I’m grateful that somehow in this crazy universe with infinite possibilities, I met you.”
You were clearly sobbing and through the tears you said, “Yay, comic con!”
He chuckled and continued, “In you I have found the love that I never knew I needed. You’re my favourite human in the whole universe. There are many ways to be happy but all I need is you. So Y/N Y/L/N, make me the happiest person in the world and say yes, please?”
“Of course, yes! I will marry you, Jensen Ross Ackles!” You said and he grinned before putting the ring on your finger. He stood up and immediately pulled you for a kiss. It was enchanting and precious.
“I missed you, fuck…” he breathed in with his nose buried in the crook of your neck before moving his mouth to the south. You gasped, pulling your lip in between your teeth to stop the moan that was threatening to leave you as his lips found the sweet spot on your neck.
“Jay…we can't–”
“Why?” He asked.
“Everyone is present downstairs. I don’t trust myself to not make a noise.” You said.
“I just need to feel you. Please,” he panted as he bucked his hips and his bulge grazed past your thighs. A whimper escaped your lips and you knew it would be impossible to not make a noise if Jensen carried on with his actions. But as much as he needed you, you needed him as well. It had been too damn long. So you reached out, roughly trying to get him out of his pants.
He smirked, raising a brow. “We got ten minutes. I need you inside me, now.”
“Yes, ma'am.” He pushed you down on the bed behind you, hiking up your skirt and discarding your panties, before shoving down his pants along with his boxers. He wrapped his palm around his cock, giving it a few strokes before aligning himself with your entrance. His swollen tip nudged at your wet pussy. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re fuckin’ wet.”
“You have been away for way too long!” You said, followed by a hiss as he pushed himself inside you at a tantalising pace. Your lips fell open to form an ‘O’ as he remained seated inside you, filling you to the brim. He started to move, pulling out to the tip before pushing himself in again, the move making you moan. Once he found his rhythm, he continued to thrust into you and you bucked your hips to match with his moves. His hand moved to rub at your clit and you cried out in utmost pleasure. Even after months of being apart, he knew how to get you going. Deliriously you both chased down your release. His thrusts had become more rough and small groans left his lips, filling the room.
He pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves on your pussy and you were really close to your climax. His thrusts became erratic and a knot formed in the pit of your stomach.
“Jay–” your moan was ungraciously cut off by a knock on your door. Your eyes widened in shock and the same surprise was clearly evident on Jensen’s face.
“Fuck–” he groaned, his pace faltering a bit but he kept circling his hips to not lose his rhythm. “Answer.”
“What?” You whispered but the look on his face sent a shiver down your back. The thrill of almost getting caught was such a turn on for him. As you opened your mouth to answer to whoever was on the other end of the door, he picked up his pace. Asshole.
You suppressed a moan and asked, “What is it?”
“Is Jensen stayin’ for dinner?” It was your sister who asked the question.
“Y-yeah–” you bit into your lip “–yeah he is.”
“Come for me. I need you to come for me.” You were so close and with another deep thrust, your coil finally snapped as a wave of sheer ecstasy washed over you. The scream that almost left your lips was swallowed by Jensen as he kissed you hard. He continued to fuck you through you release, his thrust never faltering s he closed on to his own climax. A few more thrusts and he spilled into you, coating your walls with his seed and growling when he came. He slowly stopped his thrusts, lazily circling his hips, until he went soft inside you.
“Holy shit!” He chuckled, and pulled out of you. You whimpered at the loss of him.
“Holy shit, indeed.” You panted and kissed the crown of your head softly and towards the bathroom to clean himself up. When you finally found your strength to walk, you followed his lead and went to the bathroom.
“I was gonna bring you a washcloth.” He said and you ruffled his hair, knowing how much he loved washing you and cuddling with you after sex.
“Well thank you for being a gentleman but we need to go downstairs as soon as possible.” You said before stepping in front of him to clean yourself.
It was a little over ten minutes after your sister called you for dinner, that you and Jensen went downstairs. He had cleaned up, changed into a much more comfortable sweatpants and tshirt and brushed his sex hair but the post coitus bliss on both your face was clearly visible and it got a raised brow from your sister. If the others had taken notice, they refrained from saying anything which soon turned into a huge ruckus of congratulations when you announced your engagement.
Later that night, you and Jensen were lying on the couch with your sister sitting in the chair as you three watched a movie when she said, “I can’t keep covering for your asses.”
“What do you mean?”
“You guys were so not quiet. Thankfully, I turned up the music!” Your mouth fell open and a heat of embarrassment crept up your neck while Jensen just laughed.
“Can’t help it when my fiancée is so hot.” Jensen said.
“Ew. Jensen, that’s my sister, you’re talking about.” She scrunched up her nose in disgust, “You guys are insufferable! I’m going to bed. Don’t you dare christen the couch with your nonsense!”
“Can’t make any promises!” You and Jensen yelled back together and when your sister gagged, you both laughed loudly and continued to watch the movie.
The end credits rolled in. You sighed, letting your head rest against his chest. He kissed your head, whispering, “I love you.”
