You stretch in your seat as you wait for the new Alpha you had been assigned to on set to return to his trailer where you were supposed to wait for him to find out what he wanted for lunch. Jensen had taken the new role of Soldier Boy, and had been walking around here for weeks looking like he had some animal attached to his face, now, today, finally, he was due to get a shave and a haircut; and you were so fucking glad too.
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.
Ok but I love this universe you’ve created and now I’m sad cause there isn’t more. I would love to see this relationship bloom and they turn into this power couple that go against the rules and fight for equal rights together. This was just so so good.
Summary:You and Jensen get hot and heavy (and loud!) in your hotel room.
Pairing:Jensen Ackles x Reader
Bingo Square: Quote J
Warnings:Language, smut, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), face riding, fingering, a little bit of spanking, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!)
Word Count: 2,997
A/N: This is written as a submission for Tell Me A Story Bingo hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The square filled is “Quote J” and the quote used is in bold. This was so much fun to write, I hope you enjoy it! This hasn’t been beta’d so all mistakes are my own.
“Come on!” Jensen said, frustration evident in his words and wildly gesturing hands. He’d pushed and pulled on every switch but the spotlights on the ceiling of their hotel room remained on. Making his rounds to check every switch in the room for the third time, he was becoming desperate.
You’re lying in the big comfy bed looking like a Goddess in the plum, lace underwear set he’d bought you as a present. Well, it was more of a present for him, but whatever. He desperately wanted to be in that bed with you instead of dealing with this shit.
“How the hell do we get these lights off?” He murmured, travelling around the room again flicking all the switches.
“Babe, just come to bed.” You said.
“I won’t be able to sleep with that light on!”
“I can think of something that’ll make you so exhausted, you won’t care,” you bat your eyes at him.
A deep groan rumbled from his chest knowing exactly what you meant. “Just give me a minute,” he said as he appeared at your side of the bed to flick the switches next to you. You can’t help yourself as you reach out and grab at the half-hard bulge you’d been working on with your hands before he decided to turn some of the lights off and get cosy.
From where I stood backstage I could hear the crowd of Supernatural fans burst into laughter over the story Jensen was telling them about that involved our four year old son tumbling off his bike down the little hill at the park near our house. I didn’t have to pull the curtain to see his reactions as there was a monitor back here and judging by the grin on his face I could tell what was coming next.
“So now Miles is at the bottom of the hill quiet as a lamb and I kid you not, this was Y/N’s reaction. OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD, MILES!” Jensen was now out of his seat mimicking the way I chased after Miles that day which only sent the crowd into another fit of laughter.
“Oh hell no, can I have a mic?”
The thing is neither Jensen nor Jared knew that I hopped on a flight to come to their con in Vancouver so me stepping on stage is bound to take them both by surprise. The assistant handed me a microphone and I climbed the steps to the stage. The crowd cheered even more when I came into their line of sight.
“Meanwhile this was Jensen, HE’S GOT HIS HELMET ON HE’S FINE!” I tried to drop my voice to mimic him and he immediately turned to look at me with such disbelief written on his face.
“Y/N!” Jared pushed Jensen out of the way on his way over to me; the tall beast picked me up with his arms wrapped around me in a bone crushing hug, if nobody that knew a thing about us they’d swear that the moose was my husband with his enthusiasm.
“I haven’t seen my beautiful wife in two weeks and you pushed me out of the way to get to her first. Put her down now!” Jared turned to look at him and from the monitor on this side of the stage I could see Jared sticking his tongue out at his friend refusing to put me down just yet.
“I haven’t seen her in three weeks so shh.” Since my arms were squished to my sides I couldn’t do anything more than stick my face into the crook of his neck which had the fans cooing at the sight.
“I missed you too Jared, now put me down, the air is thin up here.” Finally giving in, Jared placed my feet back onto the ground and steadied me only for my husband to do the same thing but this time I wrapped my legs around his waist and my hands immediately found their place in his grown out hair.
“Hi handsome.”
“Hi beautiful lady, this is a nice surprise.” Jensen took a couple steps back to where his stool is and the way that he did it so effortlessly too had the crowd whistling suggestively. Once I was seated Jensen brought his mic up to his mouth.
“Get your minds out of the gutter.” Although he used his dad voice, his face was saying the complete opposite, happy with the fact that his fans now had a memory that they’re never going to forget.
“Where’s my kid?”
“He’s napping in one of the rooms backstage, where are my manners? Hi everyone, how are we doing tonight?” The fans cheered once more and I took that as a good sign. Jensen nudged my legs open so that he could stand between them with his back to me and just as if we were home, I didn’t hesitate to rake my fingers up his back and through his hair. By the look on Jensen’s face, the fans could tell how much he had missed my touch and if we’re being honest, I missed having him around too.
“Look at him, he’s like a puppy.” Jared shouldn’t be the one to talk when he himself is a sucker for head scratches.
“Says the actual puppy.”
“You know Jay I’ve gotta say, you do look extra handsome today. Dark colours really look good on you.” The olive green shirt and his black jeans was an excellent pairing.
“Thanks darlin and you look gorgeous as always. Alright, back to why we’re really here. See, my wife shows up here and threw me off, we were taking questions. Who’s the next lucky person?” Jared squinted his eyes to search the crowd until his eyes landed on the Castiel cosplayer.
“You in the trench coat, let us haveth thy question.”
“Uh hi, my name’s Sara and my question isn’t about the show but it’s for the Ackles.” A woman’s voice filled the auditorium and by her tone I could guess what her question was going to be.
“Shoot.”
“What is one thing that you both love that your son does and do you guys plan on having another one?” Jensen dramatically leaned back on me at the second part to her question, he hadn’t voiced his opinion on having another kid running around the house so this should be fun.
“Miles is a mama’s boy and every night he makes sure that Y/N is the one who feeds him his dinner, gives him his bath and cuddles with him until he falls asleep and from my point of view I adore their bond, I think it’s amazing.”
“Miles is at the age now where you know, kids mimic what they see and his new thing is wearing daddy’s hat backwards and he’d get me to fill his sippy cup with juice or water so that he could join Jensen on the couch to watch whatever he’s watching on tv.”
“I actually saw the photo you had posted on Instagram about that and I thought that it was cute, he’s Jensen’s mini-me.”
“Definitely and about baby number two, Y/N and I haven’t discussed it but I’m sure if it does happen we’ll both be over the moon about it.”
I didn’t fly all the way from Texas to Vancouver, Canada to just see Jensen, I came because I had something important to tell him and this lovely lady set it up so nicely for me to break the news.
“You know I’m so glad you said that Jay because we’ve got give or take six months left of being a family of three.” Jensen didn’t fully process my words until the crowd went insane at my announcement. He immediately turned around to face me, shocked by what I said.
“What? You- shut up!”
“Surprise!” He cupped my face in his hands before planting a celebratory kiss on my lips.
“When did you find out?”
“Yesterday and I hopped on a flight first thing this morning to come tell you.” Jared bounded over to wrap his arms around Jensen.
“Congratulations you two!”
“Thank you Jared.”
I didn’t want to take up anymore time on their stage so I quickly kissed Jensen’s cheek and told him that I’ll see him afterwards. I waved to everyone in the crowd on my way off the stage and passed the mic back to the assistant.
For the rest of the panel, the boys messed around on stage and Jensen got a whole lot of congratulations on our growing baby inside of me. Coming closer to the end Miles woke up from his nap and Jay called out for me to rejoin them on stage.
“Daddy!” Miles stretched for his father and Jensen immediately took him from me, happy to finally have his son back in his arms. The band played music to close off the event and some of the other cast members came out on stage to join the fun. With Miles on his hip, Jensen pulled me into his side to kiss me once more in the midst of all that’s going on around us.
Although we hadn’t planned for another one, I have no doubt in my mind that he or she is going to be loved unconditionally by us and by extension, the Supernatural family.
The wrap party for the long-running show Supernatural was in full swing, music playing in the background of the room filled with production crew and the main stars of the show.
Y/N took the beer bottle from Jensen’s grasp and thanked him for the beverage. If it was completely up to her she would’ve stayed at home but she knew how much tonight meant to her boyfriend and she didn’t want to let him down tonight by not attending the wrap party for the show.
“You’re pretty quiet tonight, everything alright?” Jensen’s breath fanned against her ear and he spoke for only her to hear him. Usually Y/N would be the life of the party, joining him and Jared for a round of shots but tonight she opted to keep her distance from the crowd, especially his ex-wife Danneel.
“Everything’s fine J don’t worry about me.” Y/N tried her best to reassure him that nothing was wrong but they both knew that something was definitely off.
“Y/N! How nice to finally see you crawled out of your hole to join us.” Jared wrapped her up in one of his bear hugs with Genevieve and the redhead beside him. Genevieve pried him off of her to give her a hug as well while Danneel merely gave her a once over over the rim of her glass.
“It’s nice to see you as well, how are the kiddos?”
“They’re great, Odette is growing up so fast.”
“And Danneel, how are you?” Y/N always tried to be civil whenever they were in the same room but the red head never cared much about Jensen’s new and younger lover.
“Clearly better than you, when was the last time you looked in a mirror?” Genevieve and Jared both shared the same look, the taller one in the group nudged his friend to speak up but he chose to stay out of it hoping that she would stop.
“Right before I left home actually.”
“And you still left the house looking like that, damn Jensen, you could’ve upgraded at least.” Jensen remained tight-lipped which angered Y/N even further. Pleased with herself, the red head left the four of them behind, making her way through the mass of bodies in the room.
“Don’t take her on Y/N, she’s just had too much to drink tonight, I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it.” Genevieve gave her arm a gentle squeeze, Jared on the other hand dragged his friend away to talk some sense into him.
“No Gen, that’s how she’s always been towards me since Jensen introduced me into the kid’s lives. I try to be civil at least enough for their kids but she makes it so damn hard and Jensen- you know what, I think I’m calling it a night.” Genevieve knew there was no use in trying to stop her friend from leaving, she was pissed off and the fact that Jensen didn’t tell his ex-wife to back off only added fuel to the raging fire.
“How are you gonna get home?”
“I’ll get an Uber, I’d he asks for me kindly tell him to fuck off. Goodnight Gen, you guys have fun, I’m not staying to ruin anyone’s night.” Y/N downed her beer and left the empty bottle on the nearest table on her way out.
Danneel couldn’t help but smile, watching on as Y/N stormed out and got into an Uber. There was nothing wrong about the girl that her kids called “Mommy number two” other than the fact that she now had Jensen and she hated that.
The red head sauntered over to the trio who were deep in a conversation; one that Jensen wasn’t pleased with having out in the open. His green eyes found the conniving woman and his scowl deepened further. Jared and Genevieve threw glares at her as they left them to talk.
“You are unbelievable Danneel, all she’s been trying to do was be cordial but for whatever reason yet again, you’ve been nothing but a bitch with your constant jabs at her.” Jensen has had more than enough of the red head to last him a lifetime, the only reason he still considers her someone important in his life is the kids that they created together.
“Oh please J, you know you could do much better. Maybe even coming back to me, we could pick things up right where we left off. Admit it J, you still love me.” Jensen tensed up beneath her hold on his bicep, pulling herself closer to him.
“You’ve officially lost all sense, there’s nothing there Danneel.”
“Oh it’s there J that’s a lot of years, memories to just walk away from.”
“Yeah, well I wasn’t the one that walked first.” With that said, Jensen left her standing there, making his way through the crowd. His green eyes scanned the mass of bodies for his girlfriend but she was nowhere to be seen.
“Gen have you seen Y/N?”
“She left and don’t you even think about going after her so soon. She’s upset and you rushing home to get to her would be a stupid decision, give her time to cool off properly otherwise you’d be sleeping on the patio.” As much as he hated to admit it, she was right.
While Jensen grabbed himself a bottle of water, Y/N’s Uber was pulling up to the curb of their home. She paid the young man and got out.
"Thanks, have a goodnight.”
She shut the car door and made her way up to the front door of her shared house with Jensen. She was still pissed off about the way Danneel made it her business to be rude to her; hopefully Jensen doesn’t come home anytime soon because he would get an earful from her.
She decided to take a shower that was needed now more than ever to wash away her anger. Hopefully Genevieve and Jared kept Jensen busy until they decided that it was all clear for him to leave the party to get to her. Once she was finished, she got out and dried her skin before pulling up her underwear and slipping on one of her big t-shirts.
Her phone kept buzzing on the nightstand with Jensen’s face and caller ID lighting up the screen. She watched it ring until I went to voice-mail.
“Damnit Y/N.” Jensen’s frown deepened as he tapped on her contact to send her a message instead; all he wanted to know was that she’s fine.
Hey angel, did you get home okay? I’m losing my mind here. Could you please let me know.
Her phone pinged signalling his text and her only response was the emoji thumbs up. She didn’t want to talk to him right now but she also didn’t want him to worry about her safety. Jensen, however, wanted more than a thumbs up reaction to his message. He made his final rounds around the room and left the wrap party. Y/N has had more than enough time to relax.
Speaking of which, Y/N was now sprawled out on the couch flicking through the cable channels, CW had reruns of Supernatural and the last thing she wanted to see was Danneel sharing the screen with J2. She kept changing the channel until she finally settled on a home renovation show. Her phone screen lit up yet again but this time it was JJ trying to FaceTime.
“Hiya sweetpea.”
“Hi!” The little girl smiled brightly at her, Arrow and Zepplin were standing behind her on their mother’s couch with their hands in their older sister’s hair.
“What are you three doing up, it’s late.”
“Couldn’t sleep and our sitter doesn’t mind that we’re up. Aren’t you supposed to be with dad?” In the background Zepplin reached over to Arrow and grabbed a handful of her hair to pull her head towards him.
“I was but then I had to leave early. Zep don’t yank Arrow’s hair, baby boy.” The five year old listened to her and untangled his tiny hands from Arrow’s locks.
“What do you say?”
“Sorry sissy.” The little boy kissed his sister’s cheek and she pushed away, still upset that he pulled her hair.
“Is dad home? I tried calling him but it went straight to voicemail.” The Ackles offspring had impeccable timing because as soon as the words left her mouth, the front door opened and the man in question walked in.
“He is now.”
“Can I talk to him?” Y/N pushed up to her feet and passed him the phone on her way to the kitchen; she didn’t stick around to listen to his conversation with the kids. Jensen shifted his focus from his pissed off lady to his kids that were excited to see him. They told him how their day was and what movie they’re watching, the regular stuff kids that age always got excited to tell their parents about. JJ could tell that there was more going on between her dad and Y/N as he didn’t greet her the way he usually did with a kiss to her cheek or forehead; they were fighting.
“Dad are you and Y/N fighting?” Jensen merely scoffed at his daughter’s excellent observation skills. With her arms crossed and eyebrows lifted, the eight year old waited for him to say something but he didn’t.
“If you are, you need to make it better before we get there tomorrow afternoon.”
“Alright, alright missy. You and your siblings should get some sleep, I love you J bird. Goodnight rascals.” The call ended and he placed the device on the coffee table; time to attempt to talk to Y/N who busied herself with washing the dishes in the sink.
“Darlin’.”
No answer. Jensen closed the distance between them by moving to wrap his arms around her stomach, knowing how much she loved when he did that.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve said something.”
“Why, it’s not the first time you’ve let that shit slide Ackles so why apologise now?” Y/N tried to get out of his hold but that only made him hold onto her tighter.
“Let me go Jensen.”
“No, you’re going to stay right here and listen to me.” His beard burned against the shell of her ear.
“You’re right, I did let her get away with a lot but tonight was the final straw. I called her out for it afterwards and I know that me saying this might not even mean shit to you but I did.”
“Only took you sixteen months but hey, you said something. I’m serious Jensen, let me go.” Defeated, he did as told and she gladly took several steps away from him.
“Did she at least tell you why she’s been bitching at me every single chance she had?” Y/N wasn’t a stupid woman, she knew the redhead still had feelings for him but she wanted to hear the words leave his mouth.
“She still has feelings for me apparently.”
“What about you, do you still have feelings for her?”
“No, hell no. I closed that door the minute I signed those divorce papers. The only woman that I love is standing in this room.” Rolling her eyes, Y/N spun on her heels to leave the kitchen.
“You would’ve put a stop to it sooner if that was true. I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight.” Jensen followed after her all the way up the stairs to the guest room at the end of the hallway but he was a second too slow to stop the door from closing in. The lock clicked and he sighed, knocking against the wood.
“Baby please, open the door.” Y/N leaned against the door instead of letting him in.
“You’re right, the first time it happened I should’ve nipped it in the bud but instead I let it drag on for far too long and that must’ve given you the impression that I still have feelings for her but I promise you that I don’t. If it wasn’t for JJ, Arrow and Zepplin I wouldn’t have any sort of connection to her but we do have the kids Y/N and they adore you just as much as I do.” Y/N felt her anger slowly slipping away and she hated the fact that he couldn’t leave her to be angry.
“You can be mad at me all you want tomorrow baby but let’s not go to bed like this.” She caved and unlocked the door. Jensen let himself in and immediately pulled her flush against him, wrapping his arms around her and she caressed the back of his head.
“I love you darlin’.”
“You couldn’t let me be mad at you for once.”
“Nope.” Jensen hoisted her up into his arms and she instinctively secured her legs around him.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re not sleeping in here and I have some making up to do.” Jensen carried her over to their room with a cheeky smile on his face. Y/N squealed as he dropped her on the bed and he wasted no time in caging her beneath him.
Title: 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.
Title – Something to be Thankful For Pairings – Jensen/Reader Word Count – 2,498 Warnings – Nothing for this final chapter! Square filled – Thanksgiving
Jensen Ackles’ life changes when he walks into his favorite coffee shop and meets Y/N, a Florida girl making a new start in Austin, Texas, as a Sheriff’s Deputy with the help of her sister. The two hit it off and quickly become an item that even the tabloids can’t tear apart. Jensen is excited to show his girl off at Thanksgiving dinner with his family, but she has to work the parade that morning first. What starts out as a normal event filled with balloons, clowns, and cheery faces soon turns deadly as one of the floats explodes and gunfire fills the air. Soon, Y/N is in a fight for her life as she and the rest of the deputies fight back against whoever it is trying to take over Downtown Austin.
Is Jensen doomed to watch the woman who brought love back into his life perish in a tragic mass attack, or will he have Something to be Thankful For after all?
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Chapter 8
TIME STAMP – 9 MONTHS
“This was a good session, everyone,” the counselor said, closing the folder she had in her lap. “I’m proud of the progress each of you are making. I know it’s hard, and it’s still going to take some time, but know you are all doing great. We’ll see you next week.”
Y/N stood up from her chair and waved goodbye to a few of her fellow deputies. The Sheriff made it mandatory those who were involved in the fray on Thanksgiving were to attend counseling sessions. It was met with resistance from many people, but when word got around that the sessions were going to be run by Maya Sonder things changed.
Maya Sonder is a well-known psychologist in law enforcement and had done plenty of presentations regarding PTSD, stress management, and the like. In fact, some of her sessions were required for new deputies who were just starting out. After she led a few of the sessions with those specifically involved in the Thanksgiving shooting, requests came in for more sessions unrelated to that specific incident.
Now, Maya was an employee of the Sheriff’s Office with her own office on property. She had group counseling sessions daily and always had her door open for one-on-one sessions in the case of an emergency. Even civilian employees started to take advantage of her services. It did wonders for the morale of the agency.
Y/N pushed the doors to the administration offices open and walked out of the building, pulling her sunglasses from the top of her head, and placed them over her eyes. Scanning the parking lot, she spotted Jensen leaning against his truck and playing on his phone. Smiling, she made her way over to him. She had been halfway toward him before he looked up and spotted her, a smile gracing his own face.
“Hey, sailor,” she said in a sing-song voice. Jensen chuckled, and when they met in the center of the parking lot, he cupped a gentle hand against her cheek and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Y/N responded with a quiet whimper, rising on her toes to reach him.
“Get a room, you two! This is a business, not a brothel!” they both heard someone shout. Breaking away, they laughed as they turned to look at Trevor as he walked by them on the sidewalk.
“Hey, Trevor,” Jensen said, pulling Y/N into a hug.
“Hey, Jensen. Get her outta here. Enjoy your weekend together,” he said with a wave. Jensen looked down at Y/N in his arms and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Sir, yes sir,” he responded, turning them toward his truck. Jensen kept his arm around Y/N’s shoulder. He opened the passenger side door and helped Y/N step up into his truck before closing the door and going to the driver’s side. When he climbed in, he looked over at Y/N with a cheeky grin.
“Hey, babe,” he said sweetly. Y/N leaned over pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Hey, yourself,” she responded. “Let’s get out of here.”
Jensen nodded and turned the truck on, putting it into drive. He held Y/N’s hand the entire ride home.
It had been a tough 9 months for them. She was finally walking without a limp and breathing without any pain in her chest. The only remaining signs she has from the attack during the Thanksgiving Day Parade are the scars: physical and mental. The bullet wound on her hip was already covered by a tattoo thanks to a trip with her sister. The one her leg is something she will have to live with; there is no covering the damage there. The one on her face is thankfully covered by her hair.
Jensen was still doing his own therapy group up in Vancouver, and sometimes Jared would go with him. A support group for loved ones of Law Enforcement was something that helped both not only understand the heavy physical demands that being an officer requires but also the emotional ones as well. It’s more than PT tests and name-calling. The insight the group was able to give allowed both men to understand why Y/N would react to certain sounds, why she had to sit with her back against a wall, or why she always had a weapon on her person when they went out.
While she did her weekly group therapy with people at the agency, she still did her own therapy outside of the agency once a week as well. Five months later, she still had a hard time accepting the fact that Danny’s death was not her fault. A shooting incident while on a call didn’t help matters much.
Jensen flew back to Austin to surprise Y/N with a long weekend together, only to find her curled up in the corner of their shared bedroom crying hysterically. When he realized what was going on, Jensen dropped his things and approached her.
“Y/N?” he said quietly, cautiously reaching out to her. “Honey?”
When he finally landed a gentle hand on her arm, she startled. Jensen sat back on his haunches to keep from being on the receiving end of a fist, but she didn’t lash out. She started to cry harder.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Jensen asked, reaching a hand up to her cheek. Instead of answering, Y/N reached for him. Jensen sat down on the floor with his back against the wall and pulled Y/N into his lap, pressing her head down on his shoulder. She gripped his shirt tightly with both hands, her sobs getting harsher. He just wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
Suddenly, her cell phone rang. Looking around for the mobile device, Jensen realized her cell phone was on the floor next to them. He reached over and grabbed it without letting go of Y/N, looking at the caller ID before answering it. Maya.
“Hey,” he answered in a strained voice.
“Jensen?” Maya said surprised. “Where is she? Are you with her?”
“What happened? She’s hysterical, and I can’t get her to calm down,” Jensen said.
“Whereareyou?” Maya asked again.
“What the hell happened, Maya? I came home from Vancouver to find my girlfriend in hysterics over something, and I can’t get her to calm down. What is going on?!” Jensen demanded. Maya sighed on the other line.
“We had… an… incident. A domestic violence suspect was barricaded inside his house, refusing to come out. It had been hours before we were able to get him to release his girlfriend and come out. He was able to get a few shots off before we neutralized the threat. No one died, but there are some injuries,” Maya summarized. Jensen closed his eyes and swallowed hard.
He then rattled off his address and hung up the phone, dropping it on the carpet next to him. He wrapped his arms around Y/N and pulled her closer to him, hushing her softly.
“It wasn’t your fault, babe,” he muttered quietly. “Danny wasn’t your fault. Todaywasn’t your fault.”
Y/N just cried harder, her arms wrapping around Jensen and clenching in his shirt behind his back. Jensen was rocking her slowly when he heard his front door open, and a voice calls out. He shouted back at them to direct them to the master bedroom. Moments later, Maya and a tall man were walking into the room.
Jensen glared at them as they carefully made their way over to where they were sitting on the floor. Maya knelt beside them, frowning with deep sorrow in her eyes. When she looked up at the man next to her, he shook his head.
They had come to find out the man who was with Maya was Trevor Benson, Y/N’s lieutenant. He had been worried about how Y/N was acting after the domestic violence scene and had been trying to get in touch with her to do a wellness check. When she didn’t respond, he got Maya involved. It wasn’t until Jensen answered the phone they finally located the hurting deputy.
Maya decided to add an extra counseling session to Y/N’s treatment and asked Trevor to be there. Since he had experience in attacks like what happened on Thanksgiving, and in losing deputies much like how Danny died, Maya thought maybe he could help Y/N learn to forgive herself.
“It’s not something you are ever going to forget, Y/N,” Trevor had told her during one session together. “But you can’t control what people choose to do. In Danny’s case, he chose to go into the open. That’s on him, not you.”
“I could have saved him if I wasn’t injured. He saved me,” Y/N said quietly, her eyes on her hands. “He helped me.”
“Even if you were at 100% Y/N, you were not going to be able to save him. The shot that took him was lethal. I know you want to believe you could have saved him, but sometimes bad things happen to good people. You are not to blame for this.”
The group sessions continued for months. Trevor even escorted Y/N to see Danny’s grave, something she had yet to do because she was feeling so guilty. He held her as she cried her grief and allowed her some time to talk to Danny by herself when she asked for it. After that, she had been doing better.
“Um, Jen?” Y/N suddenly asked. “Where are we going?”
“We’re going to dinner,” Jensen said with a smile. Y/N gave her adorable boyfriend of almost one year a suspicious look and Jensen laughed. “Just relax! Enjoy the evening.”
Jensen pulled up to Wink, one of Y/N’s favorite splurge restaurant’s in Austin. They discovered it one night early in their relationship, and Y/N fell in love with their art, small dishes, and local purchasing. It was something you simply didn’t get from places in Florida, so Y/N immediately fell in love with the place. Y/N’s eyes lit up when she saw where they were.
“Really? What’s the occasion?” she asked excitedly. Jensen chuckled as he handed the keys to the valet and wrapped her arm around his.
“I just wanted to do something nice for us. We deserve it,” he said softly. Y/N melted, kissing Jensen on the cheek as they walked in. He blushed slightly at the display of affection in front of the hostess, who giggled at them, before giving his name for the reservation. The two were escorted to a private table and were handed glasses of red wine immediately.
“What did you do?” Y/N asked suspiciously. Jensen laughed again.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Reservation already made, the wine already here, you’re up to something mister,” Y/N said with raised a brow at him. She took another long sip of her wine causing Jensen to laugh again.
“Just enjoy the dinner, honey,” he said as a plate of appetizers was placed in front of them. The evening went along beautifully as they enjoyed a wonderful meal. It gave them a chance to catch up after he was gone in Vancouver filming. He told stories from the set, and she laughed at the crazy antics. She filled him in on the happenings of Austin and how her sister was thinking of opening a second location near the Sheriff’s office.
Toward the end of the meal, the two were sharing a dessert when a slow song suddenly started playing. Jensen watched Y/N carefully, suddenly feeling insanely nervous.
“Hey, wait a minute…” Y/N said, listening carefully. Jensen set his spoon down and wiped his mouth. “Isn’t this… Oh my God! Jen!”
“Yeah,” Jensen said quietly, standing up. He held out his hand, asking Y/N to stand. With a smile, Y/N took his hand and stood. Jensen smoothly guided Y/N into his arms. Her eyes were soft when she looked at him, his arms wrapping around his waist.
It played out stranger than it seemed But what went down came true Like an all day dream
The two started to slow dance in the small space next to their table, Jensen softly singing the lyrics to his song in Y/N’s ear. Y/N couldn’t stop the smile from playing on her face. Jensen held her closer, his heart fluttering as he heard her voice in his ear singing the lyrics as well.
I don’t want to be the one to say it’s wrong When the heavens open and a new day comes along I know I would rather be together alone In a big top circle and a world we can call our own It’s all our own
Jensen pulled back a little, looking into Y/N’s eyes as they sang the next part together. His fingers gently brushed his fingers into her hair, curling it behind her ear. Y/N rested her forehead against his, her heart so full of love for this man.
In a world we can call our own You’ll find shelter darlin’ Where I’ll always promise to Never let it be
“I love you,” Y/N whispered to Jensen, pressing her lips to his as the song ended. Jensen pulled back and looked at Y/N with so much emotion.
“I can’t imagine my life without you, Y/N,” Jensen said, slowly bringing them to a stop. “The day I saw you in the coffee shop was the best day of my life. The next best day was Thanksgiving when they told me you were alive. You can top both by answering this one question.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box before dropping to one knee. Y/N’s eyes widened dramatically, her mouth opening in surprise.
“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N… Will you marry me?” he asked, opening the velvet box to display a beautiful solitaire ring set in a platinum band with two sapphires on each side of it. Y/N nodded, her eyes filling with tears.
“Yes. Of course, I will marry you,” she whispered. Jensen smiled brightly, standing, and crashed his mouth to hers in a passionate kiss, Y/N’s hands on his cheeks. When they separated, Jensen slipped the ring on her finger while both laughing.
“God, I love you,” Jensen said, kissing Y/N again. Cheers were heard behind them, causing them to separate. Y/N watched as Jared walked up behind Jensen and dropped a hand on his shoulder. Y/N’s eyes lit up and she laughed. Holly walked up and cheered, giving Y/N a hug as well.
Soon, the small area was full of their friends and family. Waiters from the restaurant carried out trays of wine and champagne for the guests, and soon the celebration was underway for the group. Y/N grabbed Jensen’s hand and pulled him outside.
“You okay?” Jensen asked concerned. Y/N just nodded and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Jensen wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. By the time they separated, they were both panting.
“You are the best thing that ever happened to me,” Y/N breathed. “Thank God I moved to Texas.”
Title – Something to be Thankful For Pairings – Jensen/Reader Word Count – 1,705 Warnings – RATED R FOR: Violence in the form of a mass bombing/shooting, injuries both explained and detailed, cursing SPNMixedBingo Square filled – Thanksgiving
Jensen Ackles’ life changes when he walks into his favorite coffee shop and meets Y/N, a Florida girl making a new start in Austin, Texas, as a Sheriff’s Deputy with the help of her sister. The two hit it off and quickly become an item that even the tabloids can’t tear apart. Jensen is excited to show his girl off at Thanksgiving dinner with his family, but she has to work the parade that morning first. What starts out as a normal event filled with balloons, clowns, and cheery faces soon turns deadly as one of the floats explodes and gunfire fills the air. Soon, Y/N is in a fight for her life as she and the rest of the deputies fight back against whoever it is trying to take over Downtown Austin.
Is Jensen doomed to watch the woman who brought love back into his life perish in a tragic mass attack, or will he have Something to be Thankful For after all?
Chapter 7
Jensen walked into the hospital room slowly; eyes wide and scared as he looked toward the bed. The head of it was lifted a bit more than it had been the last time he was in there, and Y/N was propped up with extra pillows. The nurse that left the room as they walked up had told them a new IV bag, another dose of antibiotics, and pain medication was administered, but Y/N was awake.
Right then, she had her eyes closed as she rested against the pillow behind her head, her hair a halo against the white sheets. As if sensing someone was in the room with her, Y/N slowly opened her eyes with a whimper. From where he was standing, he could see that Y/N was looking around the room without moving her head. When she noticed Jensen, Y/N’s breath caught as her eyes filled once again. The weight in Jensen’s chest lifted slightly seeing her eyes open.
“Hey, baby…” Jensen muttered as he came further into the room.
“Jen,” Y/N breathed, watching as he came closer to her. For what felt like the thousandth time that day, Y/N started to cry as she lifted her hand toward the man she loved. Jensen took it in both of his as he sat in the chair next to her bed. He kissed her fingertips, and then pressed her hand against his cheek. Her skin was cold against his warm skin, but it was still the best feeling he had in the last 12 hours.
“I am so thankful you are okay,” Jensen choked out, his own eyes shining with unshed tears. Y/N simply stared at him, watching him carefully through a haze of pain and drugs. Jensen smiled at her softly before his expression melted into one of sorrow and fear. A wave of guilt crashed over Y/N, causing her eyes to slide shut. She felt a sob escape her, causing her face to scrunch up painfully as tiny stabs of pain danced along her ribs.
“I’m sorry, Jen,” Y/N choked brokenly. Jensen shook his head. “God, I’m so sorry.”
“No,” he whispered back, his own voice cracking. “No, Y/N. Don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for. I promise. It’s just…Y/N…” Y/N slowly opened her eyes, tears streaming down her guilt-stricken face. She watched as Jensen stood and fiddled with the side railing of the bed until he figured out how to get the thing to lower. Carefully, he sat down on the mattress next to Y/N, whispering his apologies every time she winced. He leaned over to get as close as he could dare to, bringing their faces inches apart, his warm hands cradling her face.
“I thought I lost you today, Y/N,” he whispered. “I thought I lost you without ever telling you just how much I love you. I won’t let another moment go by without saying it again.”
Y/N’s breath catches at the word love, causing her eyes to widen slightly. She blinked a few times, forcing more tears to rush down her face. Jensen brushed them away with his thumbs, pressing a kiss to her forehead before continuing.
“I’m sorry it took me so long to say it, and I’m sorry I’m saying it like this. I know I should have made the moment more romantic and not just after a tragedy, but I almost lost you today,” Jensen said. He paused and looked at you in silence for a long moment, a tear breaking free and running down his cheek unchecked. “I almost lost you today,” he whispered, his breath catching. Y/N lifted a hand to grab a hold of his wrist gently, a small smile playing on her lips.
“I love you too,” Y/N breathed, her own tears spilling. “Before everything happened this morning, I was thinking about how I should tell you. I just didn’t think you felt the same.”
Jensen’s eyes lit up at her words and he delicately pressed his lips to hers, kissing the woman he loves and almost lost. When they separated, they simply stayed close together to share the same air. Y/N sniffled slightly, blinking a few more tears free that Jensen all too eagerly brushed away.
“I’m sorry, Jen,” Y/N whispered again, only to have Jensen hush her gently. He pressed his lips to her forehead.
“I love you so much,” Jensen whispered back, slowly settling himself back into a seated position on the bed. Y/N looked up at him, interlacing her fingers with his. They stared at each other in silence for a long time before Y/N found the strength to speak again.
“I love you, Jen… and I feel like I should warn you. What happened today… what I saw…” she said brokenly.
“No matter what happens, I will help you any way I can,” Jensen said quietly.
“It could get ugly. I’m going to be messed up for a while. I won’t blame you if you want to cut and run now,” she said, dropping her eyes. Jensen leaned down to kiss Y/N once more.
“I love you, and I will help you any way I can. Now get some rest. When they release you, you are going to stay with me.”
“I’m so sorry, Jen,” Y/N whispered again. Jensen shook his head.
“Hey, no. No more of that. None of this was your fault,” he said. “Just get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Ten days later, Y/N sat in the wheelchair with her favorite blanket wrapped around her, dressed in the most comfortable pajama pants and a zip-up hoodie she stole from Jensen. She shifted gingerly in the chair, making sure she was as comfortable as she could get before Jared walked back into the room to push her out of the hospital.
“Okay, I think we have everything packed up. Are you sure you don’t want to take the slipper socks? You never know when you’re going to need them,” Holly asked, holding up the ugly pair of red socks with white rubber tread. Y/N gave her sister a dry look.
“No,” Y/N said flatly. Holly nodded and dropped the socks back on the bed with a wry smirk, before zipping up the overnight bag of things that ended up making their way to Y/N’s hospital room. Clothes, blankets, toiletries, and a few electronics like her new phone and charger, and iPad all were packed up.
“Do you have any plans while you are at Jensen’s?” Holly asked with forced nonchalance. Y/N looked down at her hands, picking at her nails.
“They’re on hiatus for the holidays, so I’m just going to relax and enjoy my time with him between my physical therapy appointments,” she mumbled. “Continue with therapy.”
“Danny wasn’t your fault, Y/N/N,” Holly said sympathetically, walking around to face her with the overnight bag.
“Yeah,” she murmured. Y/N looked at her sister with a sad smile, trying to take the bag from her. Holly held it away from her.
“No,” Holly said firmly. “Your ribs aren’t healed yet, and the doctor said you can’t lift anything for three more weeks.”
“I’m not an invalid,” Y/N huffed. Holly shook her head with a sigh.
“No, honey, you’re not. You’re injured. There is a difference,” Holly said, kneeling down to see Y/N face to face. “This isn’t like the school shooting where you were able to walk away with a few bumps and bruises. We almost lost you. I watched you almost get blown up live on television. So if nothing else, humor me and let us take care of you, yeah?”
Y/N watched her sister for a long moment, before looking away with a nod. Holly stood up, slung the overnight bag over one shoulder, and crossed her arms over her chest. Y/N sighed and snuggled down in the blanket around her as Jared walked in.
“Okay, you two. Your paperwork is finished. Jensen is waiting downstairs with Cliff, making sure we can make a clean getaway. Ready to head out?” he asked. Y/N nodded.
“Yeah,” she replied quietly. Holly and Jared shared a concerned glance, but let it go. It was a quiet walk to the front of the hospital with Jared pushing the wheelchair and Holly carrying Y/N’s items. When they got there, Y/N saw Jensen talking with her doctor.
“…and I’m serious about the extra therapy. We’ve got some good doctors here that would be able to help,” she heard the doctor say. Jensen nodded, taking the pamphlets from him before shaking his hand.
“Yes, sir. We’ll be going,” he said. Jensen turned to face Y/N, his entire expression lighting up when he set eyes on her. “Hey, baby.”
“I’m already looking at going to therapy for the attack,” Y/N said, feeling insulted that they were talking behind her back. Jensen shook his head.
“It isn’t for you. It’s for me,” he explained. Y/N mouth opened in surprise.
“Oh,” Y/N muttered in surprise as Jensen knelt next to Y/N. “Are you okay?” she asked him quietly, the concern in her voice evident. Jensen’s smile softened and he took her hand in his, kissing her knuckles.
“I’m fine. I was getting information about a therapy group for loved ones of law enforcement officers. I know we have a rough road ahead of us, and I don’t know the first thing about how to help you. So, when I asked for advice, Dr. Marx suggested this as a starting place I could go to gain some insight from others who are in the same place I am,” he explained. Y/N closed her eyes and felt ashamed of herself. She dropped her head, hiding behind her hair.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t have assumed anything.” Jensen brushed her hair out of the way and carefully lifted her face so he could look into her eyes with a gentle smile. He leaned over and kissed Y/N on the forehead.
“Sweetheart. It’s okay. I told you, I’m here. I know it’s going to be tough” Jensen said. “I just know we’re tougher.” Y/N looked at him lovingly.
“I love you,” she said. Jensen smiled.
“I love you, too,” he replied. “Now, let’s get you home.”
Title – Something to be Thankful For Pairings – Jensen/Reader Word Count – 2,807 Warnings – RATED R FOR: Violence in the form of a mass bombing/shooting, injuries both explained and detailed, cursing SPNMixedBingo Square filled – Thanksgiving
Jensen Ackles’ life changes when he walks into his favorite coffee shop and meets Y/N, a Florida girl making a new start in Austin, Texas, as a Sheriff’s Deputy with the help of her sister. The two hit it off and quickly become an item that even the tabloids can’t tear apart. Jensen is excited to show his girl off at Thanksgiving dinner with his family, but she has to work the parade that morning first. What starts out as a normal event filled with balloons, clowns, and cheery faces soon turns deadly as one of the floats explodes and gunfire fills the air. Soon, Y/N is in a fight for her life as she and the rest of the deputies fight back against whoever it is trying to take over Downtown Austin.
Is Jensen doomed to watch the woman who brought love back into his life perish in a tragic mass attack, or will he have Something to be Thankful For after all?
Chapter 6
Once the doctor was out of the room, the two turned and looked at Y/N. Her pale skin almost matched the crisp white sheets she was laying on, and she looked small underneath the blankets pulled up to her shoulders. Holly moved carefully to sit in the chair next to the bed, reaching over to take the free hand Y/N had available in hers. She tried to ignore how cold Y/N’s skin felt.
“I’m not sure what we are supposed to do now,” Holly whispered brokenly. Jensen released a shaky sigh, moving to stand at the foot of the bed. He stuffed his shaking hands into the pockets of his jeans, hiding just how much this was affecting him. He had to swallow the lump in his throat twice before he was confident his voice wouldn’t crack when he spoke.
“Now, we wait for Y/N to open her eyes,” Jensen said quietly, staring at the woman he had fallen in love with as she lay broken in the hospital bed. His heart was beating hard and fast in his chest, causing him to feel slightly light-headed. The realization that he almost lost her hit him like a sucker punch to the gut. He had to get out of there for a few minutes.
“I’ll give you some time, I’ll be back in a little bit,” he said roughly before turning and walking out. Holly turned to look at him, noticing his tone of voice.
“Jensen?” she called, her voice concerned as she watched the back of his head disappear down the hallway. She frowned, unsure if she should follow him or not. When she turned her head back to look at her sister and stared at her for a long moment. That long moment turned into a minute, then minutes.
Holly settled down in the uncomfortable plastic chair, burrowing herself inside her puffy coat. She leaned her chin in the palm of her other hand, elbow resting on the hard plastic of the arm of the chair. With a deep, long sigh, Holly knew that the only thing that would make Jensen feel better would be Y/N awake and talking to them.
She’d be lying if she said it wouldn’t make her feel better too.
It was over an hour later that a soft whimper caught her attention. Holly had fallen into a light doze, her hand still holding Y/N’s. The sound of something other than beeping was enough to force Holly to open her eyes and stare at Y/N’s face. There was silence for 20 seconds; making Holly think she had imagined it before it happened again. Another whimper accompanied by a squinting of closed eyes.
“Y/N?” Holly whispered to her sister. Silence. Holly leaned back in her chair with a pout, closing her eyes. A few minutes later, it happened again. Another whimper. Holly’s eyes snapped open, and this time she stared at Y/N. She reached over and clasped Y/N’s hand in both of hers, thumbs rubbing gently against the soft skin of her hand. Then she saw it.
Y/N’s face scrunched up slightly, just for a quick second. If she had blinked, she would have missed it. Holly swallowed the laugh that was trying to escape her throat, knowing that this wasn’t a time to celebrate. Her sister may be trying to wake up but it was clear she was in significant pain. Holly leaned forward and moved one of her hands to push back some of Y/N’s hair from her face.
“Y/N…” she said quietly. “It’s okay, Y/N, you’re safe now.”
What sounded like a muffled sob escaped Y/N’s throat, causing Holly to tear up herself. She looked over her shoulder; eyes darting out the door and into the hallway, wishing Jensen was there. When Holly looked back at her sister, something between a gasp and a sob caught in her throat.
Y/N’s eyes were just barely open, clouded in a haze of pain and drugs. Holly smiled through teary eyes as she stared at her broken sister’s face. She couldn’t help but tighten her grip on Y/N’s hand, causing another whimper to escape. Y/N’s eyes closed as tears slowly leaked from her eyes, running down to the pillow her head rested on.
“Hi…” Holly whispered with a sniffle. Y/N’s eyes opened slowly, moved toward her sister, and she stared at her before closing again. She whimpered again, trying to clear her throat. The tears were coming more steadily now, and suddenly Holly clued in.
“Oh, God, Y/N. Are you in pain?” Holly questioned. Y/N nodded slightly, and Holly reached over to the morphine pump and pressed the button. It took a few moments for Y/N to feel the rush of the medication to push through her veins, but soon her tears slowed. The next time she cracked open her eyes, Y/N looked over at her sister with a slight smile.
“Hi…” Y/N mouthed to Holly, causing Holly to cry quietly. Y/N tried to clear her throat and winced, her eyes drooping shut. By the time she was able to open them again, Holly had a cup of water waiting for her. Y/N’s eyes darted up to Holly, laced with drugs and gratefulness, as she opened her mouth a tiny bit. Holly placed the straw into Y/N’s mouth, letting her sip the cool water. To Y/N, nothing felt better than the liquid chasing what felt like a mix of Florida sand and Texas’ dry heat from her mouth.
“You know, we are so late to Jensen’s parents’ place for Thanksgiving Dinner,” Holly joked quietly. Y/N finished sipping from her water, eyes slipping closed again, and Holly put the cup back on the cart. Y/N quirked a lip into a slight smirk.
“Might not be any pie left,” Y/N’s gravelly voice whispered. Holly’s relieved laugh echoed through the room, tears spilling from her eyes.
“That’s my favorite part,” Holly retorted, her voice clogged with tears. The girls fell silent for a few minutes: Holly’s sniffles and the constant beeping of the heart monitor filling the room. Slowly, Y/N opened her eyes once again. She looked at her sister for a long moment before looking down at herself, noticing a brace holding her arm in place across her chest. A sharp spike of pain through her head caused her vision to white out and the world vanished. When she came back to reality, her head was back on her pillow and Holly was staring at her with wide, worried eyes.
“Okay, so, we aren’t going to do that again,” Holly said, an edge of panic laced in her voice. Both Holly and a nurse were arranging blankets back around her, lifting the head of the bed to get her to sit up a bit more than she was. Y/N realized her face was wet belatedly because she had started crying again. Confused and more than a little scared, Y/N turned her wide, frightened eyes to her sister for an explanation on what just happened.
“You’re okay, Y/N. You just have a lot of injuries we need to pay attention to,” Holly said, settling back in the chair she had been sitting in since she got to the hospital hours earlier. She poured more water into the cup for Y/N and let her have a few more sips of it from the straw before setting it back down. Holly stopped then, staring at the cup as if it had a way of giving her the strength she needed. Y/N took this opportunity to close her eyes and rest.
“I thought you were dead,” Holly whispered brokenly.
“Me too,” Y/N quietly whispered back. She tried to open her eyes to look at her sister but could only manage slivers.
“We tried calling you so many times,” Holly said, her breath hitching. Y/N frowned, staring at her sister.
“I… I actually don’t know where my phone is. I don’t remember even getting here,” Y/N responded in a whisper, her tired eyes focusing on her sister. Holly nodded, clutching Y/N’s hand as if that were the only thing proving to her that Y/N was alive. Perhaps it was.
“Okay. I get it.” Holly nodded. They went silent after that, Y/N’s eyes drifting shut. Holly stared at their hands with tears running down her face. When Y/N opened her eyes again a few minutes later and saw her sister not realizing that she was crying, she squeezed Holly’s hand.
“I’m here, Holly,” Y/N whispered again. Holly nodded her response, starting to cry in earnest in her chair. “I made it out alive.”
“I know. I’m just scared,” Holly quietly replied, wiping her eyes. “I almost lost you.”
“I’m sorry,” Y/N answered. Holly shook her head, knowing there was nothing Y/N had to be sorry about. This was the job Y/N chose. This was her life. There was nothing Y/N could have done to stop the attack. Y/N squeezed her sister’s hand, trying to convey the feelings she was too hurt and too drugged to convey with words. She knew her sister understood when she felt a tight squeeze back and saw the small relieved smile on Holly’s face.
“Your boss wants you to get therapy,” Holly said. Y/N quirked a brow, her eyes drifting closed.
“I’m sure,” she said with a slight nod. Y/N already knew therapy was going to be required. There was a lot that happened that day that would leave deep scars on her soul. Much deeper than the school shooting back in Florida. “Is it over now? Did they get the guy?”
“They got him,” Holly said with absolute certainty. “They got all of them. It’s over.” Y/N let out a deep sigh and let her eyes drift shut. It’s only just begun, she thought. After sitting quietly for a few more minutes, Holly sniffled slightly and leaned over to press a soft kiss to her sister’s forehead. This caused Y/N to open her eyes slightly.
“I’m going to go find Jensen and let him know that you are awake,” she said. Y/N’s eyes widened some, hope and more tears filling her eyes. Her breath caught in her throat as she remembered hearing his voice in the room earlier, or what she hoped was his voice.
“Jensen’s here?” Y/N whispered, her tears flowing over. Holly brushed the tears away with a nod before straightening
“Yeah, he was pretty scared too.”
Jensen was staring listlessly out of a window, not really seeing anything when his phone rang. He had been texting with Jared since he got to the hospital to keep him up to date with what was going on, so he automatically figured it was him. He was surprised when he saw who it was across his caller ID.
“Dee?” he answered, his voice gruff and confused. “Everything okay with the kids?”
“Hey. Yeah. Yeah, of course. Yeah, the kids are fine, Jen. I was calling to see how you were doing, how Y/N was doing,” she answered. “I saw what happened on the news and I remembered you saying she was a cop with the Sheriff’s Office.”
Jensen closed his eyes against the wave of grief that washed over him right then, slamming into him for the hundredth time that day. A harsh breath pushed out of his lungs, leaving him breathless as he swallowed the emotion that choked him and stole his voice. At that very moment, he had never been more grateful for the relationship he still had with Danneel, despite their divorce. She was still one of his closest friends and she genuinely cared about him as he cared about her.
Another thing to be grateful for on this horrible, horrible Thanksgiving.
It was during one of their evenings together with the kids that he filled Dee in on his relationship with Y/N. He told his ex-wife all about the new woman in his life while they watched their kids play on the playground, explaining how he wanted to introduce the kids to Y/N in the near future. Dee thought it was a great idea if Y/N was going to be a long-term fixture in his life. She herself wanted to meet the woman who swept Jensen off his feet and put that look of romantic goofiness back in his eyes.
That was a week ago, and it seems so much longer now
“Jen?” he heard her say through the phone. He must have gone silent for longer than he thought. Jensen cleared his throat, trying to gather as much strength as he could.
“She’s…” Jensen started, his voice breaking. He had to pause and take a breath to strengthen his tone. He sounded so broken himself. “She’s hurt pretty bad. Y/N was on the street when the whole thing started and… and she’s pretty messed up.”
“Oh, Jen…” Dee breathed sympathetically into the phone. Jensen turned his gaze out the window once again, staring sightlessly at the evening sunlight. When did it get so late?
“She’s got two gunshot wounds, Dee. She… she actually got shot,” he said distractedly. He heard Dee gasp. “And she was too close to an explosion that gave her a concussion and broken ribs. They did like… I don’t know, thirty stitches in her head alone to close the wound. They had to put her in a brace that makes her arm immobile because she dislocated her shoulder. She might even have a hearing problem from a blown eardrum. I mean, how does that even happen? You get shot in a terrorist attack, but it’s your hearing that might be lost.”
“Oh, honey…” Dee started softly.
“I thought she was dead for so long,” he said quietly. “I was trying to accept the idea of losing her before telling her how I really felt when they told me she was alive. Now, I’m here at the hospital, and she’s alive but…”
“But?” Dee gently pushed. Jensen shook his head.
“But where do I go from here? What do I do now? She’s hurt in so many ways… I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. How am I supposed to do this?” he asked, his voice cracking.
“You just need to focus on the fact that she’s alive,” Dee said quietly. “There are a lot of people who lost their loved ones today, but Y/N made it back to you alive. I know you’re scared, and confused, and are looking for some answers but remember: we don’t always get answers to attacks like this. Just like we tell JJ, sometimes we don’t get the answers we want.”
“Yeah,” Jensen mumbled, looking over his shoulder at the figure approaching him.
“Just be thankful that she is alive, Jen. You’ll figure everything else out along the way,” Dee said.
“Hey, Dee, let me call you back. Holly, Y/N’s sister, needs me,” Jensen said as Holly smiled gently at him. She stayed a few steps away to let him finish his conversation.
“Okay. Let me know if you need anything okay? I’ll keep the kids until you’re ready to see them. I know they’ll understand,” she said with a smile in her voice. Jensen shut his eyes as he realized that he was supposed to have his kids for a week.
“Oh, my God, Dee….” He started, but Danneel stopped him.
“No, don’t go there. This is an extreme circumstance that no one could have predicted happening. JJ is already asking questions about it, so she has an idea about what’s going on. I can handle it,” she explained. Jensen still felt guilty.
“I was supposed to give you and Craig a break,” Jensen said guiltily.
“And I said it’s fine. Go see to Y/N and make sure things are okay. Call me later and let me know if there is anything I can do. Okay?” Dee asked. Jensen nodded.
“Okay. Thanks, Dee,” he answered.
“You’re welcome. I love you, Jen.”
“Love you too, Dee. Bye,” Jensen said as he hung up. He took a moment to gather his emotions before turning to Holly. When he did look toward her, he found her leaning against the wall with a sad smile on her face. “What?”
“If I didn’t already know how madly in love with my sister you were, I’d be seriously questioning what you were doing here,” she said. Jensen’s face contorted in confusion. “You really care about Danneel, don’t you?” Understanding colored Jensen’s expression.
“She’s the mother of my children and was my wife for a long time. Those feelings don’t just go away. And we were friends for a long time before that. We still love each other dearly… just, not romantically. Not anything like I do your sister,” Jensen explained. Holly nodded, then tilted her head behind her.
Title – Something to be Thankful For Pairings – Jensen/Reader Word Count – 2,058 Warnings – RATED R FOR: Violence in the form of a mass bombing/shooting, injuries both explained and detailed, cursing SPNMixedBingo Square filled – Thanksgiving
Jensen Ackles’ life changes when he walks into his favorite coffee shop and meets Y/N, a Florida girl making a new start in Austin, Texas, as a Sheriff’s Deputy with the help of her sister. The two hit it off and quickly become an item that even the tabloids can’t tear apart. Jensen is excited to show his girl off at Thanksgiving dinner with his family, but she has to work the parade that morning first. What starts out as a normal event filled with balloons, clowns, and cheery faces soon turns deadly as one of the floats explodes and gunfire fills the air. Soon, Y/N is in a fight for her life as she and the rest of the deputies fight back against whoever it is trying to take over Downtown Austin.
Is Jensen doomed to watch the woman who brought love back into his life perish in a tragic mass attack, or will he have Something to be Thankful For after all?
Chapter 5
It had been hours since the TCSO finally neutralized the violent men that took over the tall building and started blowing up the floats in the Thanksgiving Day Parade in Austin. The news stations continued showing video of the horrific explosions and Holly finally had to turn away before she had her third meltdown of the day.
Both she and Jensen had been frantically calling Y/N for hours and there had been no response. Holly was thinking the worst. Jensen refused to believe it. He promised to give thanks to whatever God was listening if Y/N would just answer her phone… or sent another sign that she was alive.
All eyes turned to the door when it cautiously opened, and you could hear gasps when a uniformed deputy walked in. His eyes scanned the area, darting to the screen that showed news coverage. He frowned thoughtfully at it and then looked at the people watching him once again.
Holly and Jensen stood from where they were at and stepped together, eagerly clutching each other’s hands. Jared’s wide eyes watched from where he stood next to Jensen. Holly was shaking, on the verge of panic. Wasn’t this what they did when they were letting family members know their loved ones had died? Is he here to tell her that Y/N is gone?
“Is there a Holly I can speak to?” the deputy asked politely, his eyes and voice kind. Holly swallowed as all eyes swung to her.
“I’m Holly,” she whispered fearfully. The deputy looked at her sympathetically and nodded, his kind smile widening a bit.
“Do you mind stepping outside with me, so we can speak privately?” the deputy asked, gesturing at the door behind him. Holly’s breath stuttered, and she blinked rapidly to hide the tears that were gathering in her eyes. She nodded, gripping Jensen’s hand tightly before stepping forward. Jensen pulled back on her arm and Holly looked back at him with a sad smile before following the deputy out. Holly stepped out through the door.
“We have tried reaching you over the phone. But given the circumstances surrounding the attack on the Thanksgiving Day Parade, the phone lines have not been working,” the deputy said as she walked up to him. Holly nodded jerkily at his words, holding her breath. Again, that sad smile played on his lips, causing Holly’s breathing to hitch.
“Your sister, Y/N, is currently in the hospital,” the deputy said. Holly sobbed out a breath for a moment, her eyes widening in genuine surprise.
“What…?” Holly breathed.
“Your sister, Y/N…” the deputy started, but Holly interrupted him.
“Is alive…?” she whispered earnestly. The deputy paused, smiled, and nodded.
“Yes. Y/N is alive, Holly. She is in the hospital right now,” the deputy said kindly. Holly closed her eyes and her knees buckled as the relief coursed through her body. The deputy caught her, and Holly rested her head on the Deputy’s shoulder for a second as another sob tore from her chest.
“She’s alive. Oh my God, she’s alive,” Holly chanted under her breath as she tried getting her bearings back. The deputy helped her stand up, holding her until she was able to stand on her own. Suddenly, Holly looked at the deputy in shock.
“I’ve got to tell Jensen. He’s going to be so relieved too,” she muttered, turning to go back into the café. She stopped instantly after just a couple of steps and looked back at the deputy. “Please don’t leave yet. I have to tell Jensen, that’s her boyfriend. He’s been so worried too; we both have been. We thought she was… Please don’t leave yet. I have questions for you. I’m sure he does too. I just need to tell Jensen.”
“I’m not leaving, ma’am,” the deputy said, but Holly was still talking, still crying.
“You have to tell Jensen that she’s alive too,” she pleaded earnestly, sniffling. Her shaking hands reached up and gently wiped at her eyes. “You… You have to tell Jensen that Y/N is alive. Then we have to go see her. We can see her right? At the hospital?”
“I’ve been ordered to bring you to the hospital to see Y/N,” the deputy said patiently. Holly nodded approvingly and turned back to the door of the café.
“Jensen’s coming too,” she said on a hiccup’d sob before going back to the café. “I’ll be right back.”
Jensen’s head shot up from where he had it cradled in his hands when he heard the front door open. He watched with red, teary eyes as Holly came back inside the building. She went behind the coffee counter and grabbed her purse from the cabinet under the register. She then walked toward Jensen and grabbed him by his right wrist. Jensen stared at her with wide eyes, hope and fear swimming in the green pools that stared up at her.
“Holly?” he whispered fearfully.
“I need you to come with me,” Holly said, her voice monotone despite the constant flow of tears pouring from her eyes. Jensen’s expression broke then, his eyes clenching shut. His head dropped and a strangled sob of his own tore from him. A heavy hand landed on his shoulder and squeezed; Jensen knew Jared was standing next to him and offering support.
“I’m so sorry, man,” Jared’s choked voice said. The overwhelming sorrow was thick in his voice, having become close with Y/N over the months that she and Jensen had been dating.
“No,” Holly croaked out. Jared looked over at her confused. “No, she’s… She’s not… She’s… You need to come with me.” Jared understood immediately. A few others in the coffee shop did as well, and an excited murmur broke out among the crowd. Jared helped get Jensen to his feet. Jensen, who was lost in his grief, followed the hands that got him standing and walking out the door of the coffee shop.
Once back outside the building, Holly and Jared dragged Jensen to the deputy who was patiently standing by his patrol car. His sad smile graced his lips as he watched the two bring a grief-stricken Jensen back to him.
“Sir, please…. Please tell Jensen what you told me,” Holly said in her monotone voice. Jensen’s stricken eyes looked up to the young man standing in front of him, his expression tortured.
“Yes, ma’am. Mister Ackles? As I told Holly, we have been trying to reach you over the phone. Given the circumstances surrounding the attack on the Parade, the phone lines have not been working,” the deputy said. “Y/N is currently in the hospital. I’ve been sent here by her lieutenant to pick Holly up and bring her there to see her.”
Jensen’s eyes went from tortured, to wide and hopeful, to filled with disbelief. He turned and looked at Holly who was crying, her eyes filled with raw emotion.
“She’s alive?” Jensen breathed. Holly nodded her head, her expression filled with shock. Jensen repeated the question to Jared, who was smiling and crying himself. At some point, he turned back at the deputy. Jensen swallowed hard and shook his head.
“Y/N… my Y/N… She’s alive?” The deputy smiled and nodded his head.
“Yes, sir. She is. Would you both please join me as we head to the hospital?”
The first thing Y/N was aware of as she clawed herself out of the darkness that was holding her hostage was the steady beeping sound. Beep, beep, beep. The next thing was the soft sounds of conversations and footsteps. Where was she? What was that noise? Then her sense of smell slowly came back to her. Medicinal and clean. Too clean, like bleach and… some other cleanser she couldn’t identify. And something was in her nose… giving her oxygen. A hospital? Yes. A hospital. She was in a hospital. Relief flooded her.
The next thing she became aware of was the pain. Oh, God…
It was everywhere. Her head, her chest, her hip, her leg, her arms… Everything hurt. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to just be there in the bed, it hurt to be awake. If she was in a hospital, why the hell was she in so much pain?Someone, please, make it stop. A whimper escaped her lips, and suddenly she felt someone grab her hand. She flinched, trying to pull away. Even that hurt.
“Y/N? Are you with us right now?” a soft male voice spoke to her. Another whimper escaped her, and a tear fell from her eye. She felt warm fingers caress the tear away, lingering on her cold skin. The soft sounds of a conversation occurred around her even though she couldn’t respond to what was being said.
“Are you in pain, Y/N?” the male voice asked. More tears fell from her closed eyes, more whimpers coming from her. She tried to nod her head, but she wasn’t sure if it happened. “Okay, we’re going to fix that right now, okay? Just hang on a second.” A few moments later, Y/N felt something rush through her body. Slowly, the fiery pain began to fade away and she sighed in relief as weightlessness engulfed her. She felt herself slowly start to slip away once again.
“It’s okay, Y/N… It’s all going to be okay…” she heard a distant voice say. She couldn’t respond even if she wanted to. The blissful darkness where the pain was a distant memory was pulling her back under. She wanted to go into its nothingness and escape again.
The next time Y/N became aware of her surroundings, she felt the warm buzz of drugs in her system keeping the pain at bay. She was grateful this time they got the medications right and took a moment to linger in the blissful place between wakefulness and unconsciousness when she heard voices once again. This time, it wasn’t just the soft sounds of murmured conversations, but voices she recognized and words she understood.
“…severe concussion. I think it happened during the explosion that threw her back. We can find out more when she wakes up. That explosion is also most likely where the broken ribs and dislocated shoulder came from as well. It looks like they put the shoulder back in place while out in the field. The brace is to keep her immobile as the muscles heal.”
“There are a lot of stitches on her face…” she heard a timid female voice say. Holly?
“Yes. We think that laceration was where she hit her head on the concrete. It’s very close to the hairline so if it does scar, her hair will hide it. She did have two bullet injuries we had to clean and sew up. One was on her hip where she got grazed by a bullet and the other was along her calf,” the unknown voice said. That had to be the doctor, right? Right? Y/N felt the blankets resting on her lift and expose her leg. She felt fingers brush against whatever bandage was there.
“This one was much deeper. Both, unfortunately, will leave scars,” the alleged doctor said, placing the blankets back over her body. There was rustling in the room, then a long moment of silence.
“Are there any other injuries we should know about?” a male’s voice asked. Jensen? Oh, God Jensen, are you here?
“We stitched up the worst of the abrasions, and she will need to see an audiologist to make sure the explosion didn’t do long-term damage to her hearing. Her eardrum burst, but that happens often when you are close to something like that. Otherwise… Y/N is incredibly lucky. She should make a full recovery in about 8 to 10 weeks,” the doctor said.
“Thank you so much,” Holly responded, her voice clogged with tears and emotion.
“Thank you, Doctor,” Jensen’s voice said, his voice softer and lower than she had heard it in a long, long time.
“If you need anything, the nurses know how to page me. She should be able to go home in a few days if she feels up to it. At most, she’ll be here for a week,” the doctor said before walking out of the room. Well,Y/N thought to herself, now would be a good time to try and open my eyes…
Title – Something to be Thankful For Pairings – Jensen/Reader Word Count – 1,146 Warnings – RATED R FOR: Violence in the form of a mass bombing/shooting, injuries both explained and detailed, cursing SPNMixedBingo Square filled – Thanksgiving
Jensen Ackles’ life changes when he walks into his favorite coffee shop and meets Y/N, a Florida girl making a new start in Austin, Texas, as a Sheriff’s Deputy with the help of her sister. The two hit it off and quickly become an item that even the tabloids can’t tear apart. Jensen is excited to show his girl off at Thanksgiving dinner with his family, but she has to work the parade that morning first. What starts out as a normal event filled with balloons, clowns, and cheery faces soon turns deadly as one of the floats explodes and gunfire fills the air. Soon, Y/N is in a fight for her life as she and the rest of the deputies fight back against whoever it is trying to take over Downtown Austin.
Is Jensen doomed to watch the woman who brought love back into his life perish in a tragic mass attack, or will he have Something to be Thankful For after all?
Chapter 4
Holly clutched at her necklace as she watched the television screen. Her heart raced, not knowing where her sister was in that mess. The news was calling it a terrorist attack; something she was certain her sister wouldn’t see as a law enforcement officer.
“Holly…” she heard a familiar voice say. With wide, scared eyes, Holly turned and looked into the terrified face of Jensen, who had Jared in tow.
Holly slowly turned her head to look back at the news, just as the news chopper on screen captured another explosion at the parade happening downtown. Holly gasped as they watched a deputy get thrown by the explosion. At the same time, the chopper flew at a dangerous angle to get out of the way of the flames that were flying upward. The screen flicked back to two stricken-looking anchors on set.
“Holy shit,” Jared breathed.
“I don’t know where Y/N is,” Holly whispered.
“Okay, I’ve about had it with these douchebags,” Danny muttered. Y/N shook her head.
“Whatever you are thinking, don’t do it,” her rough voice ground out. She was leaning back against the car, eyes closed.
“I say we head in that direction. Cause a distraction. Give SWAT a chance to get into that building. Take out the fuck face that is blowing these bombs up. We’ve gotta end this.” Another male voice said with a shake of his head.
“No. Let’s just stay here. We are outgunned. SWAT has armor and we don’t,” Y/N said.
“Yeah, but some of us got military experience,” a third voice said. “We’ve beat these odds before.”
“I have a dislocated shoulder and a concussion,” Y/N said. “Danny, you have what I’m sure is a busted knee based on how you are moving. You, dude I don’t know, that has got to be a gunshot wound in that arm. And SWAT is right there.” Everyone turned to look at where she was pointing, the large armored vehicle speeding down the destroyed street.
“Just give them another minute,” Y/N pleaded.
“Then we can keep ‘em distracted,” Danny said, getting ready to run. The rest of the guys crouched and double-checked their weapons.
“No. C’mon, just wait,” Y/N warned. She grabbed Danny’s arm with her good hand, moving to a squat anyway. She already knew she lost the men to this daredevil idea. “Don’t do this. This is signing your death warrant.”
“You stay here and get the two on the right, Newbie,” he said with a cocky smirk, wiggling his brows. He then darted out into the open, three other deputies on his heels. Gunfire erupted.
Y/N cursed, jumping up and firing with one arm clutched to her chest. She watched as one of the two she was targeting went down and as she aimed at the second, she glanced at Danny. He got three shots off before he took a bullet to the left side of his neck.
The blood spay was large, and she forced herself to look away. She knew he’d be dead before his body hit the ground, and that pain was channeled into her trigger finger as she rapid-fire shot at the assholes who ruined what was supposed to be a cake assignment.
Holly, Jensen, Jared, and the rest of the patrons at The Last Drip watched in horror as the carnage unfolded on the television screen in front of them. Holly didn’t realize that she was crying silent tears until Jared handed her some tissues. Holly took them with a nod of thanks.
“I’m so sorry, I’m just so scared,” Holly muttered quietly. Jared shook his head.
“You have every right to be,” he said, before turning to look at Jensen. Both saw how rigidly he held himself, eyes glued to the screen with hopes of catching just a glimpse of the woman that had taken his heart. “You aren’t the only one, either.”
“What am I supposed to do if she dies? She’s my sister, the only family I have left,” Holly muttered softly, her eyes focused back on the television screen. “I don’t know how to live without her.”
“She’ll make it home,” Jared said. “She has to. She has a very special Christmas to look forward to.”
Y/N leaned back against the vehicle she was hiding behind and did a quick inventory.
Concussion? Check.
Dislocated shoulder, crudely put back in place? Check.
Massive hearing issue and bleeding from one ear? Check.
What is going to be a fantastic pattern of bruising on her back? Check.
Countless scratches and cuts, including a gouge at her hip where she got grazed by a stray bullet? Check, Check, and Check.
There was also that strange burning sensation in her leg that she hadn’t looked at yet. Overall, Y/N was starting to feel the blood loss and the concussion, her adrenaline running dangerously low. She was collapsed behind an overturned car, her head resting against the side panel. However, she heard footsteps fast approaching where she was hiding. She knew if she wanted to see Jensen or Holly again, she had to find some kind of reserve energy to lift her arm and aim her gun at the man heading toward her.
The relief that raced through her veins when it was a Tavis County Sheriff’s Office SWAT team member that turned the corner caused her to lose consciousness completely.
It had been hours since they finally neutralized the men that caused the attack on the Thanksgiving Day Parade in Austin. The news stations continued showing video of the explosions and Holly finally had to turn away before she had her third meltdown of the day.
Both she and Jensen had been calling Y/N for hours and there had been no response. Holly was thinking the worst. Jensen refused to believe it. He promised to give thanks to whatever God was listening if Y/N would just answer her phone… or sent another sign that she was alive.
All eyes turned to the door when it opened, and you could hear gasps when a uniformed deputy walked in. His eyes scanned the area, darting to the screen that showed news coverage. He frowned at it and then looked at the people watching him once again.
Holly and Jensen stood from where they were at and stepped together, clutching each other’s hands. Jared’s wide eyes watched from where he stood next to Jensen. Holly was shaking, on the verge of panic. Wasn’t this what they did when they were letting family members know that their loved ones had died? Is he here to tell her that Y/N was gone?
“Is there a Holly I can speak to?” the deputy asked kindly, his eyes and voice kind. Holly swallowed as all eyes swung to her.
Title – Something to be Thankful For Pairings – Jensen/Reader Word Count – 1,644 SPNMixedBingo Square filled – Thanksgiving
Warnings – RATED R WARNINGS BEGIN THIS CHAPTER: Violence in the form of a mass bombing/shooting, injuries both explained and detailed, cursing
Jensen Ackles’ life changes when he walks into his favorite coffee shop and meets Y/N, a Florida girl making a new start in Austin, Texas, as a Sheriff’s Deputy with the help of her sister. The two hit it off and quickly become an item that even the tabloids can’t tear apart. Jensen is excited to show his girl off at Thanksgiving dinner with his family, but she has to work the parade that morning first. What starts out as a normal event filled with balloons, clowns, and cheery faces soon turns deadly as one of the floats explodes and gunfire fills the air. Soon, Y/N is in a fight for her life as she and the rest of the deputies fight back against whoever it is trying to take over Downtown Austin.
Is Jensen doomed to watch the woman who brought love back into his life perish in a tragic mass attack, or will he have Something to be Thankful For after all?
Chapter 3
Y/N laughed quietly as she watched the group of people cheering on one side of the railing. Her trained eyes scanned for anything that was out of the ordinary. Danny was a decent guy: a typical full-blooded Texan who liked mudding, and hunting. He wasn’t her type though. Not like the actor-slash-musician she had grown to dearly love.
She turned her attention back to her partner for the morning; he was waxing philosophically about his latest hunt and the twelve-point buck he got while watching the street to her back. The local parade had started roughly an hour ago, with balloons of beloved cartoon characters floating by and colorful floats carrying local homecoming queens slowly cruising along the street.
“I’m telling you, Y/N. You ain’t done nothing in Texas until you been hunting,” Danny drawled out. Y/N shook her head, looking over her shoulder.
“I refuse to go shoot my own turkey when I can just buy one at the grocery store,” Y/N replied.
Before Danny could even respond, it happened. The violent explosion caught them off guard, momentarily stunning the law enforcement officers. One of the floats exploded into a ball of flame. Colorful bits of paper, car parts, and who knows what else was thrown into the panicked crowds of people watching.
People were running frantically in every direction, screaming, and crying hysterically. The acrid smell of smoke filled the air as fire raged. Odd pieces of twisted metal fell from the sky as it flew up and out from the brightly decorated truck that exploded. Y/N and Danny both darted off in that direction immediately, shouting at the terrified people running frantically by them to get as far away as possible.
They started hearing the gunfire when they were directing the people fleeing to safety.
Holly politely handed the couple their drinks and pastries with a pleasant smile and started to wipe down the counter. They finally slowed down a little bit now that the parade started rolling by. The café was filled with some of the usual folks who wanted to come by and show their support on Thanksgiving, the television on its usual music station.
Holly turned to properly clean some of the equipment as one of her longtime employees went around to pick up some of the coffee cups that had been left behind. Humming to herself, she missed the murmurs behind her until someone had frantically asked to turn up the volume on the television.
“What? Why?” Holly asked as she turned and looked. She glanced at the television and saw a news organization was breaking in on the music channel. That’s odd, she thought. She reached behind her to grab the controller and turned the volume up. What she heard made her stomach drop.
“We don’t have much information right now, Scott. All we can confirm is that at least one of the parade floats has exploded and there is currently a shootout happening on Firth Avenue in Downtown Austin…”
“What the actual fuck is going on?” Danny shouted furiously as he dove behind a nearby vehicle. Glass shattered above him as gunshots relentlessly followed him down. Y/N followed him, diving down to the sidewalk, and involuntarily putting a hand over her head. When the gunshots stopped, she shook the shattered glass out of her disheveled hair.
“Does someone hate turkey and gravy that much they have to blow up a parade?” she questioned under her breath. Danny glanced at her before looking critically over the hood of the vehicle, desperately trying to discern where the violence was coming from.
“You have any mass casualty training?” he asked grimly. Y/N nodded, swallowing the overwhelming fear threatening to overtake her.
“Yeah, there was a school shooting back in Florida. You?” she asked. Danny nodded wearily.
“Mall shooting way back in the day,” he said. They had looked at each other for a few moments before another explosion occurred, screams by people who were still in the area exclaiming once again. They both ducked down for cover, Y/N jumping slightly when a large piece of a truck landed near her.
“Jesus Christ,” she muttered savagely, staring incredulously at the metal. Y/N looked over at Danny with wide eyes.
“That was a little close,” Danny said unsteadily. Y/N nodded her agreement.
“Yeah,” she merely said.
“What’s happening?” someone asked in a timid voice as she anxiously watched the screen. Holly nervously shook her head, not answering her. She couldn’t find her voice. It was silent in the café, no one was speaking. Instead, they were just listening to the news reporters and anchors tell them nothing because they didn’t know anything.
And still, in the distance, they could hear violent explosions.
“Y/N’s out there,” Holly whispered fearfully.
“We don’t even know what’s happening out there, or where there is,” someone said nervously. Holly shook her head.
“Y/N’s out there. I know it.”
Y/N was crouched behind a battered pickup truck that used to be a high school science float, looking over her shoulder at the chaotic scene ahead of her. After taking a few moments to get herself together, she remembered her training and got herself in gear. She wasn’t alone among the terrorists that were blowing the parade up. She had other deputies by her side, and they all were ready to take the enemy down.
There was twisted metal and smoke everywhere. The scent of blood, gasoline, and smoke filled the air. The sounds of gunfire and exploding gas tanks randomly broke through the screaming of people running to safety. Y/N was working with three other deputies, trying to get closer to a building they thought was the headquarters of this operation.
None of the exploding vehicles were near it.
Glancing over the hood of the car, she spotted a face covered with a mask near the front of the local news van. Moving quickly, she squeezed off three rounds and watched with morbid satisfaction as the guy went down. She knelt and grabbed her radio.
“One down by the Local 4 truck, unknown how many are still here,” she shouted.
“I count at least six at the front of the McDonald’s Float,” she heard Danny’s voice say, rough and scratchy over the radio.
“Roger, trying to make my way to you. Dispatch, how long till back up is here? We’ve got a lot of fatalities out here,” Y/N heard another voice say. Just then gunfire lit up the area, drowning out whatever dispatch was desperately trying to tell her.
“Mother fucker…” Y/N grit out as she ducked her head down. Seconds later, she scarcely heard another horrific explosion go off – this one closer to her. She felt herself lift and fly a few feet before slamming on the ground hard, her head bouncing off the concrete. Her hearing was nothing but a painful high-pitched tone, her head aching. With a sob in her throat, Y/N clenched her eyes shut against the pain that ricocheted through her. She tried to get her body to cooperate, opening her eyes just enough to see a blur of color through her tears.
Through blurred vision, she saw what she thought were flames. A person in a mask was running toward her. Was that a weapon pointed her way…? She had to move, to lift her own weapon, but her body felt like it was moving through quicksand, her brain muddled as it throbbed in time with her heart. Suddenly the mask was hit by a bullet, then two before going down. A hand grabbed her by the back of her shirt and hauled her back behind a charred vehicle. Her eyes drifted closed again, the tears leaking out before she opened her eyes again.
“….Danny” she muttered low once she realized who grabbed her. Danny was yelling something at her, but she just shook her head trying to get her senses back. She watched dazedly as Danny pulled out a handkerchief and wrapped it around her head. Her head lolled on her neck; it throbbed painfully still.
“…. Okay, just stay with me. SWAT should be here in 90 seconds,” she finally heard as Danny tightened the bandana. Y/N sighed in relief, closed her eyes, and squeezed Danny’s wrist in understanding. She swallowed hard to keep the nausea that came with concussions at bay, resting against the vehicle protecting them.
“Who the fuck are these guys and what the hell do they want?” she heard a voice say. Danny shook his head as he fired off a few more rounds. He dropped the empty clip from his gun, sliding in a full one.
“No idea, but they have some serious firepower with them. This ain’t a homemade operation. These guys are professionals,” he said. Y/N groaned as she sat up, her hand gripping her shoulder. Danny looked at her, meeting her eyes first then glancing at her shoulder. He noticed when he pulled her back that it looked out of place but didn’t say anything. He was focused more on getting the bleed on her head under control and getting her back with reality. Now that she was a bit more with it, they had to get that shoulder back in place if she had any chance of being able to fight back. Y/N nodded at him.
“Okay,” she said wearily. Danny sized her up, placing one hand on her bruised back, the other on her wounded shoulder. Y/N focused her gaze on the bullet holes in ruined the wall of a building behind her, forcing herself to breathe deeply.
“On three… one, two…” he said, viciously snapping her shoulder back into place. Her agonized scream of pain was drowned out by the eruption of errant bullets over their heads.
Title – Something to be Thankful For Pairings – Jensen/Reader Word Count – 1,459 Warnings – RATED R FOR LATER CHAPTERS: Violence in the form of a mass bombing/shooting, injuries both explained and detailed, cursing SPNMixedBingo Square filled – Thanksgiving
Jensen Ackles’ life changes when he walks into his favorite coffee shop and meets Y/N, a Florida girl making a new start in Austin, Texas, as a Sheriff’s Deputy with the help of her sister. The two hit it off and quickly become an item that even the tabloids can’t tear apart. Jensen is excited to show his girl off at Thanksgiving dinner with his family, but she has to work the parade that morning first. What starts out as a normal event filled with balloons, clowns, and cheery faces soon turns deadly as one of the floats explodes and gunfire fills the air. Soon, Y/N is in a fight for her life as she and the rest of the deputies fight back against whoever it is trying to take over Downtown Austin.
Is Jensen doomed to watch the woman who brought love back into his life perish in a tragic mass attack, or will he have Something to be Thankful For after all?
Chapter 2
I don’t want it to be Thanksgiving yet. Wasn’t it just Halloween? Y/N read on her mobile phone as she stood in her bathroom, getting ready for work. She smirked at the text message from Jensen and typed out a quick reply.
What are you complaining about? You get to stay in that warm bed and sleep in. I’m the one who has to go stand out in the cold for like 6 hours. Carefully setting her phone down, Y/N focused on making sure all the strands of her hair were tucked up in the French braid she styled her long locks into and off the collar of her shirt as the uniform code required. She was carefully checking her make-up one last time when her phone chirped a reply.
I’m lonely in this warm bed. You should have stayed the night, he replied promptly. Her smirk grew into a full-on grin. Gently shaking her head, she replied.
If I did stay the night, then I would end up late to call. Again. That was a glorious morning, and she would have been happy to repeat it. Instead of spending the 45 valuable minutes getting ready to leave, she willingly spent them in the shower with Jensen. She invariably ended up showing up 15 minutes late to the briefing with wobbly legs, still wet hair, and a few beard burns on the inside of her thighs.
I’d be happy to make a repeat performance of that morning anytime you want, sweetheart. Just get that tight ass back here in my bed, he replied eagerly.
Maybe I’ll stay the night tonight after Thanksgiving dinner with your parents. How’s that? Y/N responded before setting her phone down to make sure her shirt fitted correctly across her bulletproof vest. Grabbing her phone and walking out of her bathroom, she felt the buzz of his reply.
It’s a date, he sent. Y/N felt herself smile widely before sliding the phone into her back pocket. Their first date was the day they met at her sister’s coffee shop. Their second date was the next night. It went on like that for a few days before they shared their first kiss. It was a few weeks later when a photographer caught them. The next day, a celebrity rag ran the photo of them sharing a kiss in front of a fountain in Austin with the headline “Jensen Ackles Post Divorce Fling!”
Feeling wrecked, Y/N waited for the inevitable to come. She was certain he was coming over and telling her that he couldn’t be with her because of the publicity. She was genuinely shocked when he shrugged the article off as no big deal.
“So they ran the story before I could formally ask you to be my gorgeous girlfriend. Nothing they wrote changes how I feel about you,” Jensen said with a shrug that afternoon when he showed up at her place. Y/N looked at him in surprise, making Jensen stare at her. “What?”
“I just… I expected you to tell me you had to stop seeing me is all,” Y/N said quietly, staring off into the distance, trying to wrap her head around what was happening.
“Do you want to stop seeing me?” Jensen asked, suddenly very nervous. Y/N shook her head sharply, snapping out of her reverie.
“No!” she exclaimed fiercely, causing Jensen to let out a startled chuckle. Y/N instantly closed her eyes, intentionally took a deep breath, and looked at Jensen. “No. I don’t want to stop seeing you. I was just afraid the unfavorable publicity was causing you or your… publicist… or… whatever stress. I mean, it’s only been a few weeks and suddenly there’s a big deal about how a TV show superstar shouldn’t be dating a cop,” she said quietly, her voice sneering a little when she mentioned her occupation. Jensen took Y/N into his arms with a soft smile and rested his forehead on hers, forcing her to look up into his emerald eyes.
“I may have only known you a short while, Y/N, but I already know how I feel. I want to see where this goes. I don’t give a rat’s ass what any celebrity magazine, publicist, or whatever has to say about it. And I don’t have a problem dating a cop. I appreciate your concern about this, but I actually want to make this official, if you’d have me,” he breathed. The radiant smile that graced Y/N’s face lit up her y/e/c eyes.
“Really?” she asked tentatively. Jensen gently pressed a chaste kiss to her mouth.
“Really,” he confirmed.
“I can’t imagine us being anything else than together,” she whispered tenderly to him. His delighted grin widened before he pressed his lips against hers again, deepening the kiss that left them both breathless. When they broke apart, they were panting.
“You know, I…” Y/N started, her eyes wide as they stared up at Jensen. She never finished her possible declaration, but Jensen nodded slowly in agreement anyway. He knew what she was about to say because he felt the same way.
“Yeah, me too,” he replied eagerly. That was precisely four months ago, and they are still going as strong as ever. Now it was Thanksgiving, and Y/N was heading out to work a security detail at the annual parade while Jensen got to sleep comfortably in his warm bed. Jealous, party of one.
Glancing at the clock as she walked out of her bedroom, she noticed that it ticked close to 4:15am. That gave her just enough time to grab her gear, grab a coffee, and head downtown to be at the meet location at 5am. She picked up the key to her safe and unlocked it to pull out her service weapon, two extra magazines, and her agency-issued taser. Sliding them into place, she turned and grabbed her radio and earpiece to do the same with them. Snagging her agency-issued laptop and her jacket, she walked out her front door, then skipped down the steps to the door that led her to the café.
“Got your coffee ready, Y/N!” she heard Holly shout at her as she carefully locked the private door to the stairs. Y/N snagged the paper cup out of her hand without missing a step.
Holly was already in the café with one of her employees, getting it ready for the onslaught of parade watchers who were sure to be heading downtown in just a few hours. She planned to take full advantage of all the people heading out in the cold weather thanks to a freak cold front by graciously offering discounted coffee and tea.
“Thanks, girl! Love you, Holly!” Y/N called out as she walked toward the door.
“Love you too! Be safe!” Holly yelled back.
“I’m on parade security, what’s there to worry about?” Y/N said, laughing. Holly promptly stopped what she was doing, turned at her sister, and glared fiercely. Y/N held her hands up in surrender and nodded understandingly. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Anything could happen. I’ll do my best to remain safe, I promise. I’ll call you when I’m done and heading back.”
“You had better,” Holly said, pointing a knife in her direction before she went back to cutting whatever she was cutting. Y/N shook her head with a smile as she left the café and walked over to the side lot where her patrol vehicle was. Reaching into her pocket, she pushed the button on the key fob that unlocked the doors. At the beep, she opened the front door.
She placed her coffee into the cup holder and pulled her phone out of her back pocket. She dropped into her seat and set her laptop up on the stand before opening it and turning it on. As it booted up, she sent out one last text.
About to head out to the parade. Stay warm for me, okay? And go back to sleep! Why are you even awake?? She tapped out on her phone to Jensen. She looked over and saw that her portable computer was up, so she logged in. Once it was set up, she pulled the car radio up and turned over the engine.
“3888, Travis,” she properly said into the portable radio.
“3888,” she heard back. Her mobile phone buzzed at the same time. She reached over to grab it as she called back.
“3888, I’m 10-8. Heading downtown for parade briefing but available if necessary,” she responded as she opened her text messages.
I’m awake to see my favorite girl off to work. Stay safe out there, love. I can’t wait to see you later today.
“3888, 10-4,” the distinctive voice said. Y/N let herself swoon to the new nickname Jensen had taken to affectionately calling her: pressing her phone to her chest, letting her head fall back against the headrest, and smiling herself silly. After her moment, she focused on the job at hand. Today was going to be a breeze.
Jensen Ackles’ life changes when he walks into his favorite coffee shop and meets Y/N, a Florida girl making a new start in Austin, Texas, as a Sheriff’s Deputy with the help of her sister. The two hit it off and quickly become an item that even the tabloids can’t tear apart. Jensen is excited to show his girl off at Thanksgiving dinner with his family, but she has to work the parade that morning first. What starts out as a normal event filled with balloons, clowns, and cheery faces soon turns deadly as one of the floats explodes and gunfire fills the air. Soon, Y/N is in a fight for her life as she and the rest of the deputies fight back against whoever is trying to take over Downtown Austin.
Is Jensen doomed to watch the woman who brought love back into his life perish in a tragic mass attack, or will he have Something to be Thankful For after all?
Title – Something to be Thankful For Pairings – Jensen/Reader Chapter 1 Word Count – 1,742 Warnings – RATED R FOR LATER CHAPTERS WHICH WILL INCLUDE: Violence in the form of a mass bombing/shooting, injuries both explained and detailed, cursing SPNMixedBingo Square filled - Thanksgiving
Jensen walked into his usual coffee shop with a smile on his face. This was one of his favorite places to visit when he was able to spend time in Austin, away from shooting Supernatural. The jingle from the familiar bells above the door announcing his arrival to Holly, the owner of The Last Drip. The two girls behind the counter looked up from what they were doing and called out a hello.
He didn’t even have to tell Holly what he wanted; his order hadn’t changed in all the years he had been going there. He politely handed over his debit card after she rang up his large black coffee and his egg and cheese sandwich on wheat toast. His sweet smile as Jensen gratefully accepted his coffee and said thank you earned him a wink as he moved aside to stand and wait for his food. As he waited, he looked thoughtfully around the café.
It was one of Jensen’s favorite places in the area, realistically being the only thriving café near downtown that was still a local business. Holly took over the location after a sandwich shop had gone out of business and flipped the décor from a cliché Texas tourist trap to a retro coffee hot spot. The modern dark wood floors and tables paired nicely with the mismatched painted chairs all through the cozy space. Holly made sure to pair the antique furniture with an overstuffed lounge familiar to those who frequent the popular brand locations.
Jensen genuinely loved it. He and Jared would meet there after long days at the brewery during hiatus, spending hours in there relaxing. Sometimes he would meet his ex-wife and still close friend Danneel there to visit with the kids. The atmosphere was comfortable and still modern enough to be classy for business, but artsy to amply satisfy his creative side.
As he was looking around, an unfamiliar woman caught his eye. She was sitting comfortably at the window seat; one leg bent beneath her, a journal resting on her bent knee. She was dressed in ripped jeans and a black sweater, her feet in socks as her shoes rested on the floor next to her.
“Your usual breakfast sandwich,” Holly said, handing the item out.
“Who’s the new girl in the window seat?” Jensen asked Holly as he took his breakfast from her. “I haven’t seen her around here before.” Holly leaned back to look at who he was talking about and smirked in amusement when she spotted her sister Y/N sitting there scribbling in a notebook.
“That? Oh, that’s Y/N, my sister from Florida. She just moved to Austin to work with the Sheriff’s Office. You should go say hi!” Holly exclaimed enthusiastically. Jensen stared at Y/N and smiled fondly.
“Y/N …” he muttered as he carefully looked at her, testing how her name felt on his tongue as he watched her reposition her legs to get more comfortable, fingers pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
“Jensen… Jensen?” Holly said with a smirk. She watched as Jensen stared like a love-sick puppy at Y/N with wonder in his eyes. Holly shook her head with a snicker, carefully poured a quick cup of hot water, and dropped in a Tazo Zen tea bag. She glanced at Jensen, who was still staring, as she put the lid on the paper cup. Setting the cup in front of him, she snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Hey, Romeo!”
“Huh? What?” he asked, startling and looking over at her. He realized that he was staring at Holly’s sister and got embarrassed. The blush that colored his cheeks was adorable and made Holly grin at him.
“Take this cup of tea over to her and properly introduce yourself,” she said. When he didn’t take the drink, she scooted the cup closer to him. Holly smirked, putting a hand on her hip. Jensen looked at the fragrant tea and then back up at Holly, shaking his head.
“No. I mean, should I? She looks busy,” he said cautiously, looking over at her again. Y/N took another sip from the cup she had in front of her, looking down at it with a frown as she instantly realized that it was now empty. Holly’s smirk turned into a kind smile, aware of Jensen’s shy side. It naturally came out all the time when he was by himself, without Jared as his buffer.
“Yes, you should. Take that with you. Make a good impression, Handsome,” Holly said softly. With a reassuring nod, turning away to make another customer’s coffee. Jensen looked at the tea Holly put in front of him and sighed. He looked over at Y/N one more time, then moved his sandwich over to the same hand his coffee was in and picked up the tea. Slowly and cautiously, he walked over to where Y/N was sitting. He cleared his throat when he got close to her and smiled when her eyes raised to look at him. Jensen blushed when he noticed the surprised recognition in her eyes.
“Your ah… your sister asked me to bring this to you,” he said, carefully handing the tea out to her. Y/N’s eyes widened as she pointed eagerly to him.
“You… you’re Jensen Ackles…” she said softly. Jensen chuckled a little and nodded his head.
“Yeah,” he said humbly, holding out the paper cup a little farther. Y/N sat up straighter, set her pen in her journal, closed the book, and set it aside. She reached out to carefully take the paper cup he was brought her.
“Jensen Ackles is bringing me…” she lifted the lid of the cup he handed her. “…my favorite tea.” Jensen laughed wryly at this and shook his head. She looked back up at him. “Wow.” Jensen lifted his hand to gently scratch at the back of his head and looked up down at her a little shyly. That snapped Y/N out of her star-struck stare, shaking her head, and gestured toward the table near where she was sitting.
“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry. I’m an idiot. Hi. Please, sit down. Thank you for the tea. I’m Y/N Y/L/N. You…” she stuttered out. Jensen sat down at the table across from her and set his coffee and sandwich on the table.
“I take it you know who I am, but yeah… I’m Jensen. You’re a fan?” he asked tentatively. Y/N nodded.
“Huge fan. Since season 1. It’s my guilty pleasure,” Y/N said. Holly watched as they started talking, smiling to herself. Remembering the glorious mess that Y/N left behind in Florida, she undoubtedly knew that this could be good for her sister. Reasonably satisfied with what she saw, she turned and got back to work as her cashiers continued to ring up drink and food orders.
“So, Holly said something about you moving here from Florida?” Jensen said, opening the wrapper to his breakfast sandwich. Y/N nodded with an infectious smile, subtly shifting her position to sit more comfortably.
“Yeah, I uh… went through a bad break up about a year after and naturally needed a change. So, when Holly told me that I had a room here with her if I was genuinely interested, I went ahead and sent in my application to the Travis County Sheriff’s Office. Three weeks later, it was a thing. Put in my papers and packed up my meager belongings. Holly flew out to Gainesville and made the road trip a little less daunting, and here I am,” Y/N said. If Jensen was startled by the start of her story, he didn’t show it. Y/N looked down at the hot cup of tea in her hands, smiling softly at it.
“I’m sorry about the breakup,” Jensen said softly. Y/N looked back up at him with a gentle shake of the head.
“Don’t be. It realistically was a long time coming,” Y/N said just as softly. Her kindly smile turned sad. “Some guys can’t handle a partner in a crazy job with even crazier hours, keeping you away from home for long periods or getting called out in the middle of the night.”
Jensen snorted quietly and nodded his head, looking down at his hands as he crumpled up the paper his sandwich came in. Y/N paused for a long moment, and then looked contrite.
“But… you probably know all about that, don’t you? I’m sorry to hear about your divorce, Jensen. I’m sure that couldn’t have been easy,” she said soothingly. Jensen looked up at Y/N with unspeakable sadness in his brilliant eyes. His charming smile, small as it was, was genuine.
“It wasn’t. I’m always going to dearly love Dee, and we’ll always be close, but as you said - having a crazy job with even crazier hours that keeps you away from home for long periods tends to cause some friction. Sometimes the writing is on the wall. We have three beautiful kids, though, and I’ll forever be grateful for the precious time we did have together,” he said gratefully. That made Y/N smile widely.
“And that’s all that matters in the end. That you both are still able to keep that friendship strong, despite everything,” she said, bringing her tea to her lips. Jensen stared at her, his eyes filling with wonder for a moment. That wasn’t the reaction he was realistically expecting from her. Y/N looked at him quizzically.
“What?” she eagerly questioned. Jensen simply shook his head with a light scoff.
“Just… not the reaction I expected, honestly. Most everybody else tends to get excited to see me as a free man. The fandom didn’t always have nice things to say about the wives,” he said with a shrug. Y/N smirked and leaned forward as if to eagerly tell
Jensen a well-kept secret.
“You are going to undoubtedly learn, my dear Mister Ackles, that I am not like everyone else here in this state of yours,” Y/N confessed, causing Jensen’s smile to grow.
“Is that so, Miss Y/L/N?” he questioned her. Y/N nodded solemnly at him.
“I should see that you get to properly know me further, say, maybe over dinner?” Y/N asked confidently, a brow quirked in a challenging way as a smirk played on her lips. Jensen faked offense at her offer, huffing a scoff at her indignantly.
“Miss Y/L/N! You undoubtedly stole my line!” he exclaimed joyfully. This naturally caused Y/N to chuckle.
Title: Replay Life - S3E5 Bedtime Stories Summary: A fairytale influenced episode has Jensen revealing a fantasy of his during their rewatch. Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Other Characters: None Pairing: None Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 1674 A/N:
Title: Replay Life - S2E6 No Exit Summary: Jensen finds out an interesting fact as they watch one of (Y/N)’s favorite episodes from season two and a special friend gets him to finally admit something that was a long time coming. Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Other Characters: Jared Padalecki Pairing: None Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 2035 A/N: N/A
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!!!!”
He’s not ignoring you. He’s busy. He’ll text you when he can.
You’re sitting on your bed after work, waiting for your boyfriend to text you. You just constantly are overwhelmed when he doesn’t respond immediately, even though you know he’s a huge tv star and he’s always busy. It would just be nice to get a text every now and then so you’re not always waiting for him.
You get up and head to the bathroom, turning your phone on vibrate as you start a hot bath. You drop in a bath bomb, pour a glass of wine, and grab a face mask. You set your phone on the side of the tub after putting on some music, then apply your face mask, closing your eyes as you drink your wine.
This is my me-time. I am focusing on myself. Stop feeling bad for yourself. He’s busy. You need to distract yourself. He’ll text you when he can. Just relax.
You lay there for a few minutes, getting out when the water gets cold. You take off the face mask and put on your comfy pajamas, crawling back in bed. You finally check your phone, and still no notifications. It’s fine, you think as you turn on Netflix. You turn on To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before, a ridiculously adorable romcom. Just as Lara Jean’s family drops her sister Margo at the airport, your phone starts buzzing.
You pick up and finally see Jensen’s face for the first time in days. You smile as he says, “hey, sweetheart. How are you doing?”
“Hey…” you say with a sigh.
“What’s up, honey? You can tell me anything,” he says with a soft smile.
“I know, it’s just anxiety stuff. I get nervous when you don’t text me, and I’m worried about texting you because I don’t want to bother you because I know you’re busy.”
He readjusts himself and puts on a serious face, “sweetheart, you will never bother me. I know the long distance is tough. I miss you all the time. If you see me online or something, it’s probably because I wake up and briefly check my phone, and then I go back to sleep. But I always text you when I can. And I will always be there for you. Just do me a favor and stop beating yourself up and blaming yourself. We both work all the time. We can’t always constantly communicate every day, but what matters is that we both make the effort. I’ll be done shooting in a month or two, and I’ll be back home with you. We just gotta make it till then. You think you can handle that?”
“Of course I can. It’ll be okay. Thank you.”
“Get some sleep, sweetheart. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” “Goodnight, Jen. I miss you.”
“I miss you too, love.”
You hang up and cuddle with your phone, smiling at the photo of you and Jensen on your lock screen.
Everything will be fine. He clearly loves you, and you know you love him. It’ll be okay.
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There was this story which I read a long time ago, it was about Jensen and reader, which she came back from somewhere in Europe Sweden if I am not mistaken, with a child and she had this crazy ex and he stole the kid…
Summary:Jensen is Y/N’s favourite client, but a shocking turn of events leads to interesting thrills, deep secrets and an outcome no one could predict.
Rating:18+
PartTags:smut, shower sex, sensual sex, cheating, creampie, mentions of escorting, angst, fluff, daddy kink, more angst, bitchiness
You moan as the warm water trickles over your skin, soaking into your aching muscles. You feel large hands grip your hips, pulling you back into him and you giggle softly.
“Again?” you tease, reaching for the shower gel.
“Daddy’s not had enough,” he replies gruffly, making you giggle some more.
“You’ve never had enough.” You feel his teeth sink into the back of your shoulder softly and hum. “Careful, my dress is strapless.”
“You don’t want people to know I’ve claimed you?” he ponders, kissing up the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
“Because that won’t raise a lot of awkward questions,” you scoff.
You feel his cock slide through your thighs, and he reaches down and encourages you to squeeze them together, starting to rut between them, his length rubbing along your sex teasingly. You begin to moan, tipping your head back and resting it on his shoulder, and he takes the shower gel from you and lathers some into your breasts, and down your body.
“One last time before our time is up?” he asks quietly.
“Ye-yes, Daddy, please,” you beg unashamedly.
He chuckles at your eagerness, reaching between you and you widen your stance just a little to allow him room. He slides inside you with ease, stretching your already abused hole, making you gasp for air. Recently, this is the only feeling you’ve been craving. There’s nothing like it.
He fucks you slow and deep, almost sensual as he continues to grope your body, rolling his thumbs over your nipples. You’re already close to another orgasm, the muscles in your thighs weak and trembling from the countless other ones he’s given you the past few days. But you can’t stop yourself from climaxing yet again, making him moan as you clench around him.
“Make me feel so good, baby,” he hums. “Fuck, Daddy loves that cunt.” He reaches up, pushing your wet hair over your shoulder, kissing your cheek. “Want me to fill you up?”
You nod, your eyes fluttering closed, and he deepens his thrusts, holding himself still, trapping your body against his as he cums deep inside you, and when he pulls out, his spendings leak out onto the shower floor. He turns your face and kisses you deeply before stepping back, and then steps out of the shower completely. You quickly finish washing up and turn the water off, stepping out and into the towel he’s holding out for you, before kissing your forehead.
“We better get a move on, your Mom is back soon.”
You watch Jeff step out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, and you follow on, taking a deep breath.
“I thought it was bad luck to see your bride on your wedding day?” you ask, leaning against the doorframe.
“You think fucking her daughter isn’t bad luck enough?” Jeff scoffs, drying himself off with his towel and then reaching for his boxers on your floor.
“Why are you still marrying her?” you ask, curiously. Jeff’s made no secret about acknowledging that this marriage is a bad idea.
“Because, doll, when you get to my age, you just don’t really wanna be alone anymore.”
“You’re not alone, you’ve got me,” you tell him honestly, stepping closer to him.
“And you, sweetheart, as much as I adore you, have me and several other guys on your booty call list. Besides, you don’t want an old man like me.” Jeff kisses your forehead and then steps back, continuing to get dressed.
“What if I do?” you ask, seriously. “What if I only want you? No more booty calls, no wedding, just me and you.” You’ve been thinking about it a lot recently. It might’ve only been six weeks, but you’re definitely falling for the guy.
Jeff laughs you off, shaking his head. “I need to get ready, your Mom will kill me if I’m late to our wedding.”
You watch Jeff leave and sigh heavily, wondering if he’ll ever feel the same way about you.
You’re just finishing up your makeup when your cell rings – your workcell – and you see Jensen’s name flash on the screen. You frown slightly, picking it up.
“Hey,” you answer, grabbing your lipstick.
“Hey, so, what about tonight?”
“What about it?” you press, starting to paint your lips.
“A session,” he adds.
“Jensen it’s the wedding this evening,” you remind him, frowning slightly.
“So we’ll be in the same place, you’ve got a room at the hotel, don’t you?” he asks.
“I do, but so do you… with your wife.”
You know the whole reason he’s even asking you is because fucking you at this wedding with his wife just downstairs will really be the extra thrill Jensen’s been looking for since he sent Jeff that video. You’ve been keeping him at arm’s length since then. Jensen knows vaguely that things have happened between you and Jeff as a result of that video, but neither of you have really talked about it. Jensen changes the subject if you bring Jeff up at all at the moment, and you’re still not sure how upset you are with him for sending the video in the first place. He shouldn’t have betrayed your trust like that, but it did also bring you and Jeff together.
“So?” Jensen presses. “You cancelled on me this week, I need my fix with my favourite girl,” he reminds you, his voice a little more hushed. You can hear his wife calling in the background, asking him if he’s started getting ready for the wedding yet, and you roll your eyes. You should’ve known he’s started calling you with her around. “C’mon.”
“Not tonight, Jensen,” you insist. “I’ll try to find time for you this week. Now I need to get ready, my Mom will kill me if I’m the only bridesmaid that isn’t dressed.”
You huff as you put your work phone on silent and shut it in the drawer of your dresser, looking up at your dress hanging on the back of the door. You can’t let her marry Jeff, you just can’t.
You knock on the door and peek your head around it to find your mother alone, standing in front of the mirror in her dress.
“Y/N,” she calls out, “You’re not dressed.”
“Mom?” you press, stepping inside. “I need to tell you something.”
Your mother turns around, frowning slightly as she faces you. “What?”
She doesn’t sound impressed with your announcement, like she’s annoyed you’ve decided now is the time to talk to her about something. Like she’s ever home to talk to her otherwise. You’ve barely seen her since you’ve been back from college.
“Please don’t marry Jeff,” you beg.
She frowns but then scoffs. “Why?”
“Because he’s a great guy, one of the best, and he deserves more than a wife that’s marrying him for money.”
Your mother laughs and turns back around to look in the mirror. “Don’t be jealous, Y/N, I’m doing this for both of us. You like being rich, don’t you?”
“I make my own money,” you insist.
“How? You don’t have a job.”
You clench your jaw, realising you can’t tell her how.Fuck. You didn’t think this through. You need something to stop her marrying him.
“Just don’t marry him, Mom, please,” you beg again, trying to just get through her humanity, if she’s even got any left. But she seemed to shut that off when your father died.
“This isn’t a discussion, Y/N, I’m marrying him,” your mother insists abruptly.
“I’m fucking him,” you blurt out, your eyes wide at your own admission.
“What?”
It’s out there now, and maybe this is the thing that’ll stop her from marrying him and ruining his life. “Me and Jeff have been having sex behind your back, for weeks.”
Your mother turns around to look at you, frowning, and you don’t notice it until it’s too late. Your cheek stings from the slap, and your mother’s eyes are narrowed and dark when you finally look back at her, clutching your cheek with tears effortlessly spilling from your eyes.
“How fucking dare you,” she seethes quietly. “You selfish little bitch.”
“Mom, I’m sorry I–”
“How dare you try and make my day about you,” she continues, making you frown. She isn’t mad that you’re fucking her soon-to-be husband? You don’t understand, your head is spinning. “Do you think I give a shit who is fucking who? By the end of today he’s going to be my husband, and half of everything he has will be mine. And you’re not going to stop that. I could easily take your name off the guest list, if you disagree with this marriage that much.” She pauses, like she’s waiting for you to say something, but you’re speechless. “No? Then get in your fucking bridesmaid’s dress, and pretend to be happy for your own mother on her fucking wedding day.”
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.
Chapter Tags: drinking, hungover!Jensen, regret, remorse, mentions of smut, mentions of cheating, mentions of divorce, heart to heart, confession
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Jensen’s POV
When Jensen blinks his eyes open, the low winter sun piercing through the window slices through his head and causes it to throb, and when he finally gathers his bearings he finds himself slumped in one of the armchairs in the study. He winces as he sits up, his back aching from the awkward position he’d fallen asleep in, and his neck is stiff. Jensen reaches up to rub at the muscles around his shoulders, glancing around to see the empty whiskey bottle on the table before him and groaning. When his eyes flicker to the desk he shudders, feeling a heavy weight sitting in the base of his stomach. His mind wanders back to the same place it had been in when he finished the bottle in front of him the night before. What the fuck happened last night? And it isn’t that Jensen can’t find any answers – the problem is that he’s found too many.
He can blame the whiskey he drank throughout dinner all he likes, but the fact of the matter is that he’d wanted to fuck Y/N. The alcohol only helped him relax enough to follow through with it. Maybe he shouldn’t have done it, maybe he shouldn’t have given in, but he did, and he can’t take that back now. A shameful part of him doesn’t want to. It’s fucked up, and he shouldn’t wanther like that, but there’s no point denying that he does. Ever since she kissed him in her bedroom at Jared’s party, something shifted; something felt like it had clicked, somehow. He’d tried to ignore it – hell, he was in denial for a long time – but it was near impossible when she flirted the way she did, and teased him relentlessly. Jensen is only human, after all. And he’d been upset. Clarissa in Jared’s room after midnight can only really mean one thing, and that one thing doesn’t sit well with Jensen, even if it is hypocritical of him.
But Jensen knows making excuses isn’t going to get him anywhere when there’s nothing he can do about it now, anyway. That’s not what made him reach for the bottle over and over again. The reminder of the way Y/N had climbed off of him, scrambling to leave the room as quickly as she could, makes Jensen wish that he had more whiskey to drink, and he pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath.
Thatis the thing that he can’t land on an answer for. There’s probably a hundred reasons that girl fled. Jensen knows that she puts on a front when it comes to guys. She uses sex as a distraction, a way to feel loved and wanted, and Jensen used that – used her – to his advantage, and now he feels like the worst human being on the planet. But she’d wanted it, he keeps reminding himself of that before he can sink too deep. She’d begged him, she’d kissed back, she’d done everything of her own free will, right up until the end.
So what was it? Regret?
She’s fucked men his age and older, she’s fucked plenty of them. So it’s not like Jensen made her do something she hasn’t done before. Did she suddenly remember who he was and freak out? Jensen hadn’t forgotten that part, which probably makes him an even worse human. His drunk brain had just decided he didn’t care anymore. They hadn’t done anything illegal, they hadn’t done anything really wrong. It could’ve been so much worse. But maybe Y/N doesn’t realise that? Or maybe she just changed her mind; that’s allowed to happen, he supposes.
Jensen sighs and slumps back in the chair, his back and neck aching when he returns to the position that put him in pain in the first place. Whatever the reason Y/N was upset, she’s most probably not going to want to talk to him about it now, even if he tries. Maybe it’s best if he gives her some space. Maybe they both need that. Maybe it’s best he forgets it ever happened, because it can’t happen again – that’s one thing Jensen’s sure of.
“Good night?” Jensen snaps his head around to the door to see Jared standing in it. “Were you gonna tell me about that, or try to hide it?” Jared asks, stepping further into the room.
For a second Jensen thinks that Jared knows. But he can’t, right? Jensen quickly glances around the room. After Y/N fled he’d been sure to put the desk back into place, tidy up the desktop and get dressed, discarding the used condom and the wrapper in the trash outside. So unless Y/N has told him – which is unlikely – then he probably doesn’t know.Fuck,butwhat if Jared ever doesfind out?
Jensen knew from the moment he met Jared that they had some kind of connection; a bond that the sisters used to think was a little weird for two men to have. But they didn’t complain. Once upon a time, Clarissa and Cait were close, and so hanging out as a foursome wasn’t weird to anyone. They were one big happy family. Even with everything that’s happened since then, Cait leaving, Jensen moving out of town for work… divorces – no matter what, Jensen knows he’ll always see Jared as a brother. And maybe Jared’s fucking Clarissa behind his back, but that didn’t give Jensen the right to fuck his best friend’s little girl.
Jared finally reaches down and picks up the empty bottle of whiskey. “This one’s my favourite, you know?” He goes on, waving the empty bottle slightly. “Expensive too.”
Jensen lets out a breath of relief and forces a slight laugh. “I’ll replace it, dude, sorry.”
Jared offers him a sympathetic smile and slowly sits down in the armchair opposite him, but Jensen can barely look his best friend in the eye after what he knows he’s done in this very chair with Y/N.
“It was a pretty rough day for you yesterday, huh?” Jared asks, sighing. Jensen doesn’t reply, once again wishing the bottle wasn’t empty. “I wanted to say I’m sorry. I should’ve been there for you more.”
“Forget it, man, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for,” Jensen insists. Jared’s apology only makes him feel moreguilty.
“Yeah, I do. You’re my best friend, Jen, and yesterday must’ve sucked. I should’ve been there for you.”
“Honestly, Jared, it’s fine,” Jensen insists once more, climbing to his feet. He slowly makes his way over to the cabinet he’d found Y/N standing in front of the night before. “I’d rather you be there for Clarissa,” he adds, reaching out to pick up a photo of the five of them from a summer when Y/N was still young.
“I’m sorry,” Jared apologises once more, making Jensen even more agitated. Will he stop saying that, already?
“Jesus, Jar, it’s fine,” Jensen forces a laugh, putting the photo back.
“You probably won’t say that when you hear what I wanna tell you,” Jared replies awkwardly.
Jensen takes a deep breath, pulling his eyes away from a photo of Y/N at her prom last year. He turns around and smiles at Jared, who’s stood up now to join him. Jensen claps his hand on Jared’s shoulder, “then don’t tell me.”
But before Jensen can leave the room, Jared’s speaking up again.
“Dude, please,” he begs softly. Jensen licks his lips and sighs, turning back around slowly. “Listen, we didn’t mean for it to happen, okay?” he starts, his voice sincere. “First Cait left and then you… and I’m the only one that knows, dude, so she had no one else, and I guess we both just leaned on each other, and over time those lines got blurry.”
“Listen, Jar, we might’ve only officially got divorced yesterday, but we’ve been separated for almost three years now. It’s okay, really.” If anyone should be grovelling it should be Jensen, and if Jared ever finds out what’s happened in this very room between him and Y/N, he definitely wouldn’t be caring about Jensen’s feelings for a single second.
“It doesn’t feel okay. I mean… I care deeply for her, I really do, but I need to know you’re okay with that, because right now it just feels like some seedy affair.”
“What do you want from me, Jared? You’re fucking my ex wife, I’m not exactly gonna pat you on the back and ask if you wanna compare notes. This is the best I can offer you.”
Jared takes a deep breath, biting his bottom lip thoughtfully for a moment before nodding his head slightly. “Okay.” There’s silence between them, and then Jared adds: “We’re not… nothing like that has happened yet.” He blushes, looking down to his feet. “Like I said, it’s felt seedy, and we wanted to wait until the divorce was finalised, and anyway, the rest of the family doesn’t know yet, obviously, and… we love you. Clarissa still loves you because you’re our family. We wanna know you’re going to be okay.”
“I’m gonna be fine, dude,” Jensen lies, forcing a smile. “I’m single now, I can do what I want. And so can Clarissa.” Jensen knows Jared isn’t buying it, but Jared nods anyway and Jensen forces another smile. “And right now, I want to shower.”
He turns and leaves before Jared can say anything else. He did mean it when he told Jared it’s okay, because it is. Jared is a great guy and while Jensen’s marriage didn’t work out, he still cares deeply for Clarissa, he still wants what’s best for her, and he couldn’t ask for better than Jared. Jared is a better man than he’ll ever be. Jared would never do what he’s done. If anyone should be feeling seedy it’s Jensen, and he can only hope the hot shower he’s about to take washes at least someof the shame away, or he might end up spilling some truths of his own, and something tells him Jared won’t be returning that same level of understanding.
Jensen and Y/N have managed to stay out of each other’s way for the remainder of their Christmas break, but today is the day they’re stuck in a car for three hours alone together, and as they haven’t spoken since she ran out of the study crying, Jensen’s really not looking forward to it. He packs the car and watches quietly as May fusses over Y/N and asks her a hundred questions about what she’s packed and what she’ll be eating over the next few days without the school canteen open, and then she fusses over whether the school canteen can be used by staff or not. Y/N promises that she’ll eat well, and eventually Jared is able to step in and save her. Jensen’s slow to close the trunk, hoping that the less time he spends lingering around the rest of them, the less suspicious it’ll look that he isn’t having some soppy goodbye with his ‘wife’. But Clarissa is the one that approaches him, smiling softly and crossing her arms over her chest.
“So, I think I’m gonna tell Mom and Dad before they leave,” she tells him.
“Really? You don’t want me there for that?” he asks, frowning slightly.
She shakes her head slowly. “I think it’s something I need to do alone.”
“Are you sure you want to do it at all? We don’t have to see them again until next Christmas.”
Clarissa looks back over her shoulder at them and sighs, biting her bottom lip thoughtfully.
“Caity walked out on this family because she was too afraid to admit that she wasn’t perfect. I’m not going to let that happen to me. Things don’t always go the way we want them to, and that’s okay. Life is full of surprises, and everything happens for a reason. I don’t regret marrying you, Jensen, not for a second, but we made the right call ending it when we did. We were never built for forever.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Jensen nods, smiling genuinely for once. “You really believe in fate?” he asks, his eyes falling on Y/N as she endures a hug from her father. “You really think that everything happens for a reason?”
Clarissa smiles, before reaching up on her tiptoes to kiss Jensen’s cheek. “Thank you Jensen, I had a great time as your wife.”
“Make sure Jared looks after you, if he doesn’t I’ll kick his ass.”
She giggles, looking away slightly embarrassed. “Look after his daughter, or I’m pretty sure he’ll kick your ass harder.”
Jensen’s smile fades a little, and he nods. She reaches out and squeezes his arm, before stepping away, and making her way back to the rest of the family.
Y/N finally peels herself away from her father, and she offers Jensen a flirty smile as she heads towards the car, which confuses the hell out of him. He waves to everyone as he climbs into the car, and Y/N climbs into the passenger side. He doesn’t say anything as he starts the engine, but the smirk on Y/N’s face makes him a little uneasy. It’s like nothing ever happened at Christmas, like she’s just going to go back to her teasing, flirty ways. Jensen can’t even be sure if that’s a good or bad thing right now, so he doesn’t think about it at all.
“Can I pick the music this time?” she asks, already reaching for the radio.
“Sure,” Jensen replies carefully, starting to drive away. Y/N bites her bottom lip, searching for a radio station that’s playing some kind of pop song and then sits back.
Summary: Jensen dons a new black cowboy hat and a black fringe jacket for his GQ photoshoot
Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Warnings: 18+ (don’t read my shit if you’re underage), swearing, kissing, choking, fingering, oral, rough sex, creampie (wrap it up kids), NSFW
Word Count: Who cares?
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“Well, well, well. Where are you goin’, darlin’?”, a deep Texas drawl asked. I stopped dead in my tracks. My hand hovered over the bathroom door. I closed my eyes in defeat before turning to face the gorgeous actor.
Jensen fucking Ackles. Prime in the world of actors. I was helpless as I let my eyes rake over his form. Tall, dark, nearly twice my size. He was broad, powerful and clad in a black cowboy hat, black jeans that encased thick, muscular legs and black leather fringe jacket. I whimpered. I fucking whimpered like a damn bitch in heat. I pressed my thighs together hoping he wouldn’t notice. Wrong…
Jensen slowly walked up to me before stopping less than a foot in front of me. I gripped the doorknob to the bathroom just for something to anchor myself to. Heart hammering in my chest gave way to the arousal pooling in the thin lace panties I was wearing. Shit. I shook my head, keeping my eyes level with Jensen’s chest. His body was corded with thick, powerful muscles, even under what he wore. I could see the outline of them straining the fabric.
Two fingers, rough and calloused, lifted my chin to meet his eyes but I couldn’t. I didn’t dare. My body was on the verge already. My nipples were hard beneath my thin lace bra; more liquid heat spilling into my panties. I tried shifting my weight but all that did was cause the seam of my jeans to rub against my clit. I moaned. Jensen tilted his head in amusement and curiosity.
“Look at me, darlin’. Open those pretty eyes”, he said, his demanding tone breaking my resolve. I opened my eyes and gasped at his jade green eyes - pupils blown wide and black. Jensen’s full lips tilted into a knowing smirk before they descended on mine. Shocked rendered me motionless for only a second before I gasped again. The motion allowed his tongue to sink past my lips and taste. I closed my eyes, moaning in pleasure as I finally surrendered and slid my hands up his chest, gripping the material of his shirt.
Jensen’s arm snaked around my waist, roughly hauling me against him. His lips continued their relentless tasting and nipping of my own, my legs quivering. He pulled back and licked his lips before smiling willfully down at me.
“My God, you taste like my biggest wet dream”, he growled. I stared up at him in shock. A hand shot out, grabbing my hair and forcing my head back to expose the column of my throat. Jensen’s lips descended on me again, placing hot open-mouthed kisses to my skin before biting down just where my neck meets my shoulder and sucking a purple bruise to life. I wasn’t prepared for the orgasm that hit, screaming out my release as I wrapped myself tighter around him. I could feel his erection pressing into my stomach as he pulled back from me to admire his work.
Without warning, Jensen spun me around and all but shoved me into the bathroom before turning to lock the door. The silence was deafening aside from the blood rushing in my ears and my heart threatening to burst from my chest. Jensen slowly turned to me and grinned. Bastard.
“Strip. Slowly. Don’t make me wait and don’t make me ask you twice, pretty girl”, he ordered, removing his jacket and throwing it on the counter. I stared at him in dismay but did as I was told. I purposely left my lingerie on and by the time I met his eyes, he was gloriously naked… except for the hat. That fucking hat.
Jensen’s eyes roamed over me and for a moment I felt self-conscious. I made a movement to cover myself but the next thing I knew I was pressed against the wall, his bare thigh between my legs and hands on my hips holding me in place.
“Never cover yourself up with me. Ever. Do you understand me, pretty girl? You’re so fucking beautiful, you steal my breath. Now, give me what’s mine”, he said, crashing his lips to mine. His fingers increased their pressure on my hips and he ground his thigh into my barely covered pussy. I whimpered again as I heard the tear of fabric, feeling my panties being ripped from my body.
“Scream for me”, Jensen whispered in my ear, before two thick fingers parted my soaked folds and thrust inside me to his knuckles. I broke the kiss, tipping my head back against the wall and screamed as ordered, my orgasm coating his fingers and running down my thighs. His fingers curled against my g-spot and he sank to his knees before me to wrap his full lips around my clit. I screamed again, grabbing his shirt for purchase but it didn’t matter. My third orgasm hit me just the way he wanted and he moaned out his win. His power. His dominance.
My legs were jelly, my breathing labored as he picked me up bridal style to walk me a few steps to the counter. He sat me down before pulling me to the edge and he leaned down to kiss me again. His kiss was fire and my body was burning. His tongue pierced through my lips as his cock pierced my pussy, filling me to the hilt. I broke the kiss to throw my head back and scream again, my body given no warning at the onslaught of his thick, heavy cock. My cunt gripped his cock like a vice, washing him and my thighs with my release. I was losing count of my orgasms.
“Fuck, pretty girl, look at you. Coming all over my cock like a good girl. Your cunt takes me so well. So fucking well. Hang on sweetheart, the ride’s not over yet”, Jensen praised.
I did as commanded, wrapping my legs around his waist, the movement causing his cock to sink impossibly deeper inside me. I was losing the battle with my body to hold off on coming.
“Give me one more, pretty girl. Milk my cock. Milk this hot come… It’s all for you. I’m gonna’ ruin you for other men…Fuck. So goddamn tight. So hot…”, He said, breathing harshly. He plowed into my dripping cunt, over and over. My thighs ached from squeezing him, my arms losing strength and as he snaked a hand between our bodies to rub my clit, the damn broke. I screamed. Screamed myself horse as my orgasm hit me. White hot, the coil in my stomach burst and my come ran down his cock, still shuttling in and out of me. Jensen’s thrust became shallow as he suddenly held himself to me, thrusting his cock deep. He tipped his head back onto his shoulders and roared out his own release. It was raw, animalistic. He was fucking gorgeous.
I let him clean me up in silence before he got dressed. I was still catching my breath when I reached for my clothes to get dressed but he snatched my ripped panties from me.
“Mine…You. Are. Mine”, he growled. “I lied when I said I would ruin you for other men. There won’t be any”, he said, before turning on his heel and leaving the bathroom. I stared at the closed door in shock.
Summary: The moment you were born, everyone’s eyes were just dull and grey, no color… until you meet your soulmate, the only person who you’ll see the color of their eyes and the only one to see yours.
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: language, smut
A/N: As always, this is just fiction, no hate towards the wonderful Ackles Family. Feedback is loved.
The rays of the sun we’re slightly visible through the dark curtains, the day was bright and sunny. The cold in the room made your wrap the blankets closer to you, snuggling back to the warm body pressed behind your back, cozying up. Despite the warm blankets, your body shivered as soft and warm kisses were placed on your neck, a scruffy beard tickling you, causing you to giggle. You felt him smile behind you, his arms snaking around your waist, pulling you closer, if that was even possible, tightening his grip as he ground himself to you, a soft moan escaping your lips.
“Good morning,” Came his husky voice. You hummed in approval. “Good morning indeed.” You whispered your reply, causing him to chuckle. “I love you.” He whispered, nuzzling into your neck, kissing the spot behind your ear that always makes your head stir crazy. “You’re being overly affectionate today, Mr. Ackles, not that I mind it, but is there something you’d like to tell me?” You asked, twisting around so you can face him and bask in his morning handsomeness. Your mouth ran dry as your eyes met his. “Just happy to see your (y/e/c) eyes—“
You shot up from your sleep, rubbing your eyes, your heart pounding hard as you tried get over the recurring dream. How could you imagine the Jensen Ackles as your soulmate, you don’t even know what his eye color was, heck, you don’t know why you’d dream of him having green eyes. Maybe you’ve watch too much Supernatural, you thought. That was intimate information, only those who had found their soulmates talk about their eye colors openly. That dream was so vivid though, it almost ached your heart to think about it, like the television did no justice to just how good looking he was.
The Seattle wind was picking, fall was lovely, but you were excited for winter, the bundles of warm coats, the snow, the boots, you loved it, despite all the hard work to make you love it. You loved Seattle too because it was so close to where your favorite show is being filmed but you weren’t a crazed fan to go seek them out. “Hey, (y/n),” You were greeted when you entered the coffee shop you always went to. “Hey, Dover,” You smiled. “The usual?” He asked and you nodded, but when you were about to pay, he shook his head with a knowing smile. “Someone paid it for you.” He said and you furrowed your eyebrows. “Who—“
An echoed step was heard behind you. “I had a recurring dream of this coffee shop where I’d go to almost every weekend. So today, I found out that this place was real and not only in my dreams. I asked this awesome dude if there was a girl who comes here often, she had (y/h/c) hair about yea tall, I would have told him she had (y/e/c) eyes but he wouldn’t know that.” You were frozen on the spot. You knew that voice from anywhere, but in that moment, it was just as clear as in your dream just an hour beforehand. When you turned around, you took an unnecessary deep breath when you saw just how green his eyes were, it was like a forest.
“I wish my dream would tell me your name, I have a feeling you watch the show cuz I had dreams where your eyes would crinkle on the side when you try to get spoilers out of me. Also, dude here didn’t tell me.” Jensen playfully glared at Dover. “Man, I would’ve told you how much of a fan she is but—“ You cut him off with a glare and he raised his hands in mock surrender. “Your spot’s open as always.” He said and busied himself with cleaning.
“Please speak?” Jensen asked when you two were seated, you wondered how you even got to the seat without spilling your coffee on you. “I’m sorry this is just a lot to take in, I’m (y/n).” You managed to squeak and he smiled. “I took a chance today, hoping I’d finally meet my soulmate, and I’m glad I did.” He confessed and you heart swelled. “I’m awfully quiet, I’m normally not like this, sorry, I’m trying to calm my inner fangirl and set her aside so I can talk to you as your soulmate.” You bashfully said, staring into his eyes when he chuckled. “My dreams don’t justify how beautiful your (y/e/c) eyes.” He whispered as if reading your mind.
“I thought I was losing my mind imagining that your eyes would be green…” You whispered. “I can’t seem to wrap my head around the fact that, you, Jensen Ackles, is the only person to see my (y/e/c) eyes and I’m the only one to see your green ones.” You softly said and then chuckled, “I literally told myself I was watching too much Supernatural,” You added. He smirked, running his tongue between his teeth, making you exhale. “(Y/n), my first dream of you, we were at the beach, sunbathing, you looked hot by the way,” He chuckled, looking at you and you felt yourself blush.
“I just stopped, stared at you, your (y/e/c) eyes were mesmerizing, I didn’t know how much I could feel my heart beat in my sleep because of just seeing you, I woke with a smile, I’ve always thought it was only stories that you dream of your soulmate.” He recalled, silently taking your hand in his and squeezed, making your heart ache in a good way. “I wanna know you more, (y/n), I’m sure you know a lot about me—“ “But I’d like to know you more, not just you in front of the cameras.” You continued for him and he smiled brightly. “Let’s know each other as soulmates.”
“Good morning,” Came his husky voice. You hummed in approval, your eyes fluttering open as you felt him kiss the back of your neck tenderly. “Good morning indeed.” You whispered your reply, causing him to chuckle. “I love you.” He whispered, nuzzling into you. “You’re being overly affectionate today, Mr. Ackles, not that I mind it, but is there something you’d like to tell me?” You teasingly asked, twisting around so you can face him and bask in his morning handsomeness, your eyes meeting his sparkling green eyes. “Just happy to see you (y/e/c) eyes.” He said, a mischievous smirk started to spread across his face.
He leaned in and tenderly pressed his lips against yours. “And, Mrs. Ackles, I just want to enjoy you.” He murmured, his hooded eyes staring you down like his prey. You smiled, biting your bottom lip. You opened your mouth slightly and he took that opportunity to kiss you deeper, pushing you back with his chest until he was propped up on his forearms above you, caging you in between his shoulders. You slipped your hands up his sides and then cupped his face. The silence was overwhelmed by the sounds of the waves breaking, some stray seagulls cawing about in the air.
“The sea’s calling to us, Jen.” You murmured, eyes meeting his. “I know, but the beach can wait.” He replied but before you could say anything, he moved his lips to your jaw and neck, eliciting a moan from deep within your chest. One by one, he took your hand and pinned them on either side of your face, grinding his body down to yours, to feel your skin against his. His grunts echoed the room, spurring you on. “Jensen—“ You moaned and he parted your legs with his knees, settling in between them. You can feel his morning hard on against your lace underwear but his mouth distracted you more, his lush green eyes boring a hole through your eyes as he attached his lips to your breasts.
“I’m so lucky to have you as my soulmate, (y/n).” He murmured, kissing up your chest until he met your parted lips his hands ridding himself and you off the rest of your little clothing. “And I with you…” You replied. “I’m so lucky to marry you, to look into your eyes and remind myself that you and I are made for each other.” He whispered, his own eyes watering. “Oh Jensen…” You cooed, cupping his face and pulling him down to kiss him. Your face contorted in pleasure as he slowly thrusted into you, his cock stretching your walls amazingly. “Fuck—“ Came your strained moan. “Feel so good, sweetheart.” He groaned, his eyes closing. He seated himself deeply inside of you before dragging his cock out, mixing the stinging pain and pleasure.
“Jensen—please,” You choked out. “I got you baby,” He whispered, looking straight into you and he set out a relentless pace, fucking you hard and fast, your breath coming out in gasps of his name and other profanities that your mind can come up with. “Look at me, (y/n), wanna see you (y/e/c) eyes.” He whispered and you did, meeting his green ones that were intently staring at you. “Love seeing your face when I fuck you.” He added and bucked his hips, making you scream. “Your so tight, sweetheart, gunna come for me?” He murmured, nuzzling his head against your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses, sucking a marking in the valley of your neck and shoulder.
“Y—yes! Please!” You moaned and he grunted in response as your walls convulsed around his cock. “Gunna—gunn—!” You couldn’t finish your sentence as he placed his fingers on your clit, rubbing fast in sync with his thrusts, screaming his name in pleasure. He didn’t stop, you didn’t want him to, his grunts were getting louder, his moans were getting deeper and you couldn’t help but squirm underneath him as you felt oversensitive, giving him multiple orgasms. “Gunna fuck a baby in you, sweetheart.” He promised, looking straight into you. “Please—“ You moaned and he leaned down, kissing you hard, swallowing his moan of pleasure as he spilled into you, hot and heavy.
He hips slowed down and he tried to keep himself up from crushing you. “Hug me, baby.” You murmured and he sighed. “I love you, sweetheart.” He whispered and looked up at you. He wrapped his arms around you and flipped you two around so you were on top of him. He brushed your hair off your face and tucked it behind your ear. “I love you.” You smiled and leaned down to kiss him. “Happy 5th anniversary, green eyes.” You smirked, your tone light and playful. “(Y/e/c) eyes, you’re too cute.” He chuckled and rubbed his nose to yours. “And to more anniversaries, soulmate.” He concluded, kissing you deeply once more.
“Babe, you gotta a costume in mind? I’ve got one.” Jensen said across the kitchen where he was making breakfast. You looked up from your laptop screen and he met your gaze. You felt bubbly inside every time he does that. “Um, do you want us to match?” You asked back. “Well, yes, but if you’re up for it.” He replied. “Well we have a long list of couple’s costume ideas, I don’t mind whichever’s in your mind, babe.” You smiled. And his lip quirked to the side, telling you that whatever his idea is, will end up making you someone he really wants to see.
“Awesome, cuz Stef’s already in the process of our costumes.” He said and your eyes bulged out. She created such awesome costumes and they have shoots that lets you live a fantasy basically, the year before, you opted out from the opportunity when Jay was Red Hood but now—“Who are we gunna be?” You asked, biting your lip. He full on grinned and winked, that bastard, he wasn’t gunna let you on until you wear them. “How does she know my measurements?” You asked, to milk some information from him. “I had my ways, baby, you’re my wife.” He announced with a playful roll of his eyes.
A few weeks had passed, Halloween creeping ‘round the corner, and you knew it was almost time to wear the costume. You were jumpy all the while in the ride and Jensen would glance at you, chuckling to himself, he knew you’d be ecstatic when you finally see this year’s couple’s costume.
Jensen requested that you were to be blindfolded and all that effort so you don’t see the both of you until the very last minute, meaning, you could hear the hustle of traffic in the background and the cool air, either you were outside or on the roof of the building you two had gone in. “Jay?” You voiced out, not hearing him for a couple of minutes. You knew you had a mask of some sort but you were still as clueless as a leaf.
“‘M here, babe.” His husky voice rang in your ear as his hand held yours. “You look amazing, sweetheart.” He said and you smiled. “Wish I could see us both.” You murmured. “You ready then?” He asked and you nodded frantically and then the blindfold was removed. To say that you were shocked, your mouth hanging open would be an understatement. “Oh my fucking god.” Your eyes practically bulged out and he laughed, grasping his stomach. “I’m Batman.” He smirked
“Aren’t you the hottest Batman I’ve ever seen.” You said, biting your lip in shock. You looked down at your costume and felt the mask. “Holy shit! Am I Catwoman!??!” You exclaimed and he grinned, nodding. You looked towards the makeup artist and Stef who had a large mirror and you squealed, jumping up and down. “Oh my god! This is amazing, thank you thank you!” You smiled and hugged her. You went to Jensen and kissed him lightly, afraid of the red lip transferring to his lips. He hugged you to his chest. “You look super hot as Catwoman.” He said, embodying his low Batman voice. You giggled. “And you look hotter, Batman!” You winked at him. This was definitely the best Halloween!
~Jensen has been trying his best, but you’re not buying what he’s selling. There’s too much baggage on each side, too much drama would ensue. It just isn’t worth it. Or is it?~
Jensen x Reader, cameos by Brianna, Jared, David
1,386 Words
Warnings: A delightful cheese from the Vancouver region. Sure to put a smile on the face of even the most cinical dreamer. There’s some drinks, some flirting, Nesnej. It’s pure fluff and I shan’t apologize. Please Enjoy.
Jensen thought he was so slick, walking towards you with that bow-legged swagger, green eyes locked on you like some sort of target. He licked his lips slowly and reached an arm up to lean over you, steadied by the dark red wall.
“Hey there,” he said with a grin, pearly whites bright even in the darkness of the bar.
You sighed and gave him a soft smile. “Hey yourself.”
His eyes floated down to your breasts and he sucked in a breath as he stared at the ample cleavage your tank top was showing off. “How’s it going?”
“Fine.” You clicked your tongue and took a sip from your glass.
“Whatcha drinkin?”
Jensen Ross Ackles. Star of television and not-so-blockbuster films, had been hitting on you all week, never letting up no matter how many times you turned him down. It wasn’t as if you didn’t like him, it was just… It wasn’t the right time, and hooking up with someone at work was never a good idea, especially when everyone’s eyes would be upon your entire relationship. Besides, you were only hired for a four episode arch and you were halfway through it.
A/N:Makes sense I would come back with an absolute whopper of a chapter for WIB, it’s basically 75% of the requests in my ask box! Enjoy chapter 8 my lovelies, feel free to message me about being tagged, or any other Marvel, SPN, or GoT requests you may have :) P.S. to those of you who have stuck around since chapter 7 came out ALMOST A YEAR AGO, thank you. Sincerely. From the bottom of my heart. It means the world to me. Tags are under the cut as usual, my babies.
Warnings: Language (duh), tinge of jealousy, unexpected confessions
Words: Idek I forgot to do a word count.
Hungover was the understatement of the century.
Actually, you were pretty positive you were dead.
“Y/N?” it sounded like whoever was calling you was miles away and the sound of their voice still ricocheted around the inside of your skull like a bullet trying to escape.
“Go ‘way… ‘m dying” you groaned as you attempted to rub the sleep and liquor out of your eyes, to no avail.
“You’re not dying you giant baby, now get up we have the whole day off and the cast wants to have a picnic!” you still weren’t able to quite decipher who the voice was, definitely male, but way too freakin’ chipper this early in the morning.
Wait.
What time was it?
Finally rolling out of a bed that was too large to be yours, you attempted to focus your eyes on the clock, squinting and straining until you saw the glowing numbers finally become clear: 3:27 pm.
“FUCK! I slept for 12 hours?!” you shot up from your slumped position, immediately regretting it and sitting right back down because of the intense headache you were now sporting which was undoubtedly caused by the fact that you drank more than your fair share of Jameson and Chuck knows what else last night.
“Hah, you sure did, killer” the voice was finally recognizable and you looked across the room to see a very amused Jared standing in the doorway.
“Fuck off, Jare. Why am I in your guest room anyway?” the realization of where you were was starting to piece itself together.
“Well, after you and Jensen got in that fight last night, you were so upset that you kept drinking so I stayed with you until the bar closed and then I took you home here. You were pretty quiet though, couldn’t even get you to smile at my dumb dad jokes” a sympathetic smile was beginning to stretch its way across Jared’s face.
“I’m not going to lie, I don’t remember anything after Jensen and I dancing together” you felt so ashamed and embarrassed about the night before and you didn’t even know what happened, you just knew it was bad.
“Yeah, I figured as much Y/N. But listen,” Jared sat down on the bed next to you and put a hand on your shoulder, “I called Jay and he doesn’t remember the fight either, okay? So you guys can just put it behind you.”
You leaned into Jared, staring blankly at the floor. Every single part of you desperately didn’t want to face your colleagues at a picnic because of the guilt and shame you felt about getting so drunk and disorderly in front of all of them. What if you had been rude to them? Or said someone’s private business out loud? The possibilities were endless and your anxiety was having an absolute field day with them.
“My car at the bar still?”
“Yep, want a ride over there so you can go home and shower before our picnic?”
“Please.”
–A Few Hours Later–
Arriving at the park for the picnic with the rest of the cast and crew, you grabbed your jacket and your phone tumbled out of the pocket onto the floor of your car.
“Shit.” you mumbled to yourself as you reached across the car, fingers stretching to try and grab your device.
Finally grabbing a hold of it, you unlocked your phone and began to scroll through your messages and calls, checking to see if you had completely humiliated yourself the night before. Luckily no outgoing calls or messages had happened while you were blacked out, but you had one text and phone call from Jensen and one text from an unrecognized number. So you checked the texts.
Jensen, 3:44 am:Y/N? I’m sorry for what I said. Hope you can forgive me.
Unknown Number, 5:30 am: Hey, Y/N. I hope this is the right number haha. It’s Alexander from the bar last night. I’d like to see you again, hopefully soon.
“What the shit? Alexander?” racking your whiskey-clouded brain for memories of an Alexander from the bar, you were coming up empty.
Incoming Call… Misha Collins
“Hey Mish, what’s up?”
“Hey, quit sitting in your car and get over here! Everyone’s waitin’ for ya!”
You look up to see Misha waving his arm wildly in your direction by a picnic table.
“Haha, alright I’m coming. Sorry for the delay” you hung up the phone and got out of the car, swallowing your anxious thoughts and walking over to your friends who have basically become family by now. You stepped out of the car and began to walk over to your friends.
You hadn’t put much thought into your appearance, being mostly concerned about not feeling like death anymore. You were wearing a simple navy maxi dress with a v neck and a few extra straps on the front and back as decoration. It felt simple, but it was a casual day any way. You stopped in your tracks to send a quick response to this Alexander character to see what had happened last night.
To Alexander, 6 pm:Hey, this is embarrassing.. I don’t really remember much of last night.
Shoving your phone into your purse, you come up to your friends. Misha, Mark, and Richard were all in a circle laughing and joking off to your right. Jared, Gen, their kids and JJ were all sitting on the ground near some picnic tables playing a game of duck duck goose. Finally, you looked over to Jensen and… wait who was that? Jensen was talking to some really gorgeous blonde who was most definitely prettier and skinnier than you. Typical.
Settling for not wanting to rip your hair out, you walked over to Misha, Mark, and Richard and were immediately enveloped in a giant hug from all three men.
“Hah, hey guys how are ya?”
“Just lovely now that you’re here” the Englishman’s voice came out as smooth as caramel.
“I second that sweet pea, we almost thought you ditched us!” Richard gave you a big goofy grin and you couldn’t help but laugh and lean back into Misha who was still hugging you from behind.
“I could never ditch my boys, even if you are a lot to handle sometimes” you laughed as Misha rested his chin on your head.
“Sometimes?” a deep but whiskey-smooth voice came from behind you.
You turned to see none other than Jensen, and the nameless blonde he was talking to earlier standing tucked close under his arm.
“So Mish, where’s Victoria and the kids?” you turned to ask your friend who was still quite close by your side.
“Ah” he noticed your very obvious attempt to ignore Jensen and decided to indulge you, “they’re over visiting Victoria’s mom while the kids have some time off of school.”
“Oh, okay. I miss their little faces, especially Westy!” you couldn’t help but grin at the thought of Misha’s little rascals. They were so much like him, you had no idea how Victoria dealt with basically having three children.
After Jensen and the blonde lost interest in the conversation and went over to Jared, Gen, and the kids, Misha turned to you and frowned.
“It isn’t polite to blatantly ignore people, Y/N”
“I didn’t see you acknowledging them either, Dmitri” you chided back.
“Whoa, pullin’ out the big guns with the real first names” Richard laughed, clapping you both on the shoulder.
“Who’s the new girl anyway? Never seen her in our friend group before” you crossed your arms over your chest and glanced quickly in new girl’s direction.
“She’s our temporary key grip while Anna is on vacation” Mark spoke without even looking in your direction, he was too busy watching the sickly show that new girl was putting on because Jensen was giving her attention.
Okay maybe it wasn’t that bad, but the inkling of jealousy coursing through your blood was making you want to vomit just looking over at the two of them giggling and flirting.
Suddenly overcome with feelings you couldn’t shake, almost all of them horribly negative, you decided to get your things without a word to anyone and start walking back over to your car. You ignored the calls from your friends as you swiftly left the park so that you could return to the comfort of your own home.
–The Longest Drive of Your Life, Ever–
Pushing through the front door to your apartment, you tossed your keys onto the table near the door, hung up your jacket and your purse and skulked into your bedroom to change into some sweatpants.
After getting comfortable on the couch, you popped open a bottle of wine, not even bothering to grab a glass, and started drinking while you searched for a show to watch on Hulu.
Settling on This Is Us, ‘cause fuck it you needed a good cry, you settled into your couch with your fuzzy blanket.
The ringing on your phone grabbed your attention and you looked over to see that Gen was trying to FaceTime you.
“Hey Gen” you sniffled as you opened the video chat.
“Hey love, you alright?”
“I will be.. Just got overwhelmed today”
“I get it, Y/N. I’m sorry about that, I wish I could help you” it was obvious from the tone in her voice that she felt bad for you, but she was being oddly vague.
“I know you would have Gen, it’s just hard for me being in love with Jensen and him so obviously not feeling the same way.. Huh. That’s the first time I’ve said that out loud”
Suddenly you see Jensen’s very shocked face come into focus in the background of Gen’s video chat screen.
“You… You’re…” he struggled to find words and before he got the chance, you slammed the end button on the screen and practically threw your phone across the room.
–One Hour Later–
After hyperventilating for what seemed like a year, you finally collected yourself enough to go check your phone and see what fuckery had occurred since you fully admitted you were in love with Jensen while he was listening.
Jensen, 7:40 pm: Y/N. Answer. Now.
5 Missed Calls - Jensen Ackles
Jensen, 7:56 pm: Y/N please.. we need to talk about what you said.
Jensen, 7:57 pm: Did you really mean it?
Jensen, 7:57 pm: Y/N. Answer me.
Jensen, 8:32 pm: Please talk to me Y/N. Just… please.
Jensen, just now: Y/N your read receipts are on… I know you’re reading these. Please just call me so we can talk about this. Or I can come to your place so we can talk in person. Either way, we need to clear the air about your feelings.
“Oh we need to clear the air about MY feelings?” you practically shouted out loud to yourself, “Yeah the fuck right, Jensen. My feelings are out in the open. Talk about MY goddamn feelings… I don’t think so. Not with you. I don’t need to get rejected again.”
To Jensen, just now: No thanks. Nothing to say.
What a way to start a mini filming hiatus… Maybe a few weeks away from the boys would clear your head a little bit.
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A/N: SURPRISE! Chapter 7 is out with no warning whatsoever. Ho ho ho has it been a while. Y’all I have had so much bs going on between school and my home life, some things stressful and sad, but enough with the excuses, here’s chapter 7 of WIB!! I hope you all enjoy it and have a wonderful time reading this story because I love you all so much and you’re perfect and such an amazing support system. Thanks for sticking with me through all my crazy times and not organized schedule of late. xoxox Kat
Warnings: Language (as usual), Jensen being flirty, drinking
Words: 1324
A few months had passed since Jensen had cornered you in the break room and spoke to you alone. His words still rang in your head.
I know that we’ve had a rollercoaster of a friendship, if you can call it that, especially these past few months… But if we don’t feel the same way I think we should be open about it so that we can stay friends. I don’t wanna lose you, Y/N. And I don’t want our work to be awkward anymore. I want things to go back to normal.
Normal. Whatever the hell that means.
It had occurred to you after you spoke that since Jensen had to have known about your feelings for him that he didn’t feel the same way towards you. For some reason that never really sat right with you, you always felt that he liked you. That he really liked you, as more than just a friend.
It had been another night of no sleep and you let out a loud groan as your 5 am alarm rang through the space of your bedroom. You shuffled around your apartment getting ready for the day, all while thinking about how many nights it had been that you stayed awake thinking about Jensen. Too many. Your morning routine was essentially down to a science, pop a bagel in the toaster while you do your makeup, check your email while you pull on your clothes, brush your hair while you swish with mouthwash, etc. Finally you were out the door and jogging down the stairs to your precious car, Lucy. She was your rock. The thing that was there for you when nobody else was while soothing your heart with good music. That car had travelled miles with you, you’ve laughed, sung, smiled, and cried in that car. You’ve made memories in that car. Something you took for granted until your realization this morning, so you simply rubbed the steering wheel and smiled.
You plugged in your phone, threw on some Zeppelin, and headed off to work. Something in your world had shifted today and while you weren’t sure why, you were grateful for the happiness you felt.
“Eric!” you yelled in a sing-songy voiced as you pushed the door open to his office.
“You’re awfully cheery this morning, Y/N” he remarked without looking up from his clipboard.
“Yeah I’m just in a good mood today. Woke up on the right side of the bed, I guess” you chuckled as you flopped down into the chair across from him at the desk.
“Okay, here’s the list of scenes we’re shooting to accomplish today” he slid the paper to you across the desk, “All in-house today. No other locations.”
“Oh thank god, I really did not feel like going far from the wondrous new espresso machine in your office” you grinned wide as you looked over your shoulder to see the beautiful copper piece of machinery that made Eric a much more delightful person in the morning.
“You and me both, Y/L/N. You and me both” he huffed out a laugh and pointed to the door, “Now get the fuck out of my office so the interns can bother you instead of coming in here to bother me.”
“Aye aye, cap’n” you threw a sloppy salute and made your way out onto set where your chair was waiting for you.
Work had passed in a blur and honestly the day went pretty smooth for the most part. After work, you were making your way to the parking lot when you spotted someone leaning against the sleek black metal hood of your car.
“Misha?”
“Hey, Y/N. Wanted to know if you’d come out to the pub with the boys and I tonight?” there was a curious pleading look in his eye.
“Is Jay gonna be there?” even you couldn’t tell if it was hope or disgust in your voice.
“Yeah, Jared will be there” that stupid smirk plastered across his face.
“Mish. Seriously.”
“Yeah, Y/N. Jensen is going to be there. I hope that’s okay, I just really want you to come out with us. It’s been months and I miss my favorite girl who can drink us all under the table!” he squeezed your shoulder and put on his best puppy dog face.
“Ugh I’m no match for your pathetic pleading face. Let’s go. Someone else is driving because I want to get plastered tonight.”
“Hell yeah!” he grabbed you by the wrist and nearly started dragging you across the parking lot to Mark’s car.
“I’ll be driving, my love. No drinks for me tonight” that sickly sweet English accent came rolling off Mark’s tongue as he shut the driver’s side door and started the car.
Misha flashed you an award-winning smile and fist bumped you as the car pulled out of the lot towards the pub.
“Holy shit it’s my favorite assistant producer!” Jared cheered from across the bar, beckoning you over to the table that he, Jensen, and Rob were seated at.
“Hey Jare, long time no see” sarcasm dripped from your words as you hugged the giant man you saw only an hour ago.
“Robby!” you hugged the scruffy man, nearly knocking him out of his chair.
“Hey Jensen” a smile stretched across your face as you hopped up into the tall bar chair right next to the man you had a ridiculously large crush on. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears whenever he was around, even when you could smell his cologne on your shirt after he slung an arm around your shoulders.
“Hey, kitten, how are ya?” his words sounded a little slurred and kitten what the fuck was that for?
“Kitten?”
“New nickname I’m tryin’ out. Ya like it?”
Your body was screaming yes, yes, you loved it. All of your nerve endings were on fire and you could feel the tiniest bit of wetness pooling in your core when the word left his lips.
“S’alright I guess” you sent a wink his direction and clinked your beer with his before taking a swig and he followed suit.
“Next round of shots is on me, boys” you slammed your empty beer bottle down on the table as the men around you cheered, raising whatever alcohol they had in their hands.
The shots were placed on the table, two of them for each of you. You downed both in a matter of seconds and looked up to Jensen who had the most sinful smirk on his face, maintaining eye contact with you as he downed his second shot. Cherry Pie by Warrant started playing over the speakers and you found yourself extending a hand to the rugged, handsome man in front of you. He took your hand as you pulled him out towards the open area in the bar where others were dancing.
The alcohol was living up to it’s name as liquid courage as you pressed your back to Jensen’s chest as the two of you swayed to the music. His strong hands found their way to your hips as he pulled you even closer so there was no space between your bodies.
“I’m glad we’re back to being friends sweetheart” his lips were millimeters away from your ear and his hot breath gave you goosebumps.
“Me too, Jay. And for the record, I liked the other nickname better” you smirked as you pressed back into him with added pressure while your hips swayed.
“I like it better too, kitten”his voice was a low growl as he placed a kiss to your neck just before the music stopped.
When the two of you got back to the table, the looks on everyone else’s faces were… smug, to say the least. However, within minutes all of you were back to drinking and having a good night.
The only difference was the looks that you and Jensen were shooting each other’s way.
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Summary: Jensen Ackles is infatuated and intrigued with Supernatural’snew recurring guest star from the moment he meets her. It eventually leads to a steamy night in a hotel room during a convention weekend – but Jensen has no idea that Y/N is hiding secrets that have followed her from the moment she signed her first contract.
This series right here is fantastic!!!! I binged this in a couple of hours-once I started reading, I couldn’t stop. If you are a Jensen fanfic fan, I highly recommend this!!❤️❤️❤️
