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The Thunder Rolls - A Friendship Fic

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.

“Yeah. Much.”

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Here’s to Us - SPN Fan Fic

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.

Here’s to us.

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Something to be Thankful For - Chapter 8 (FINAL)

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.”

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Something To Be Thankful For - Chapter 7

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.”

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Something To Be Thankful For - Chapter 6

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.

“Y/N’s awake if you want to go see her.”

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Something to be Thankful For - Chapter 5

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…

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Something to be Thankful For - Chapter 4

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.

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Something to be Thankful For - Chapter 3

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.

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Something to be Thankful For - Chapter 2

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.

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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?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Something to be Thankful For

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.

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