The Men who Hunted Her - DeanxReader

Title – The Men Who Hunted Her
Pairings – DeanxY/N, Sam and Y/N friendship
Word Count – 5,453
Warnings – Violence, non-con, cursing, being drugged
SPNMixedBingo Square filled – Kidnapping

“Who’s calling you at this hour?” Sam questioned, looking up from his laptop. Dean picked up his phone and looked at the caller ID. He saw the name across the screen and rolled his eyes.

“Fucking Y/N,” he growled savagely. Sam instantly frowned.

When Dean and Y/N got together, Sam was nervous. It was like watching fire and gasoline join and when it was good, they were quite the pair to watch. They were an unbeatable force on the hunt or in the bar, and the unbridled passion they had for each other was unlike anything he’d ever seen.

But when they fought, it was just as bad. The hoarse shouting, the uncontrollable fury, sometimes even the thrown punches. There were things said that was downright unforgivable to many but for them, it was just who they were. They were as furious as they were passionate.

The last fight between Dean and Y/N was a vicious one. The screaming went on for hours. It got to the point where they didn’t even know what they were fighting about anymore. Sam didn’t know what they were fighting about anymore. And when Dean bluntly told her to get out, she left without saying a word. That was weeks ago. Sam and Y/N kept in touch behind Dean’s back, but Dean was miserable. He knew Dean regretted throwing Y/N out of the bunker, but his stubborn pride was in the way of asking her to come back.

The radio silence between Dean and Y/N had been hard on Sam, but at least Y/N was still speaking to him. Or was until four days ago. That’s when she went off the radar. If she was calling now and calling Dean, something was wrong. Before he could say so, Dean already had the phone to his ear.

“The fuck do you want?” he growled fiercely into the phone.

“Don’t hang up!” Y/N’s whispered voice begged as soon as he picked up the call. “Please, please, pleasedon’t hang up!”

“Y/N?” Dean asked, evident anger vanishing instantly. Her hushed begging suddenly confused him.

“Please,” she sobbed uncontrollably. “I know you’re mad at me, but please don’t hang up. Please. I don’t know what else to do. I don’t know who else to call. Please don’t hang up. Please.”

“Hey, hey, hey, calm down. Talk to me. What’s wrong? What’s going on?” Dean asked worriedly. Sam stood up and walked closer to his brother so he could hear the call. Something was most certainly wrong. “Baby, slow down, I can’t understand you.”

“… grabbed me from behind, I didn’t even see them…supposed to be hunting a ghoul…hit me in the head, knocked me unconscious,” Y/N got out between strangled sobs. Dean stood up and promptly went for his keys; Sam followed closely behind, grabbing his laptop along the way.

“Who has you? Who are they?” he demanded impatiently.

“I don’t know… I don’t… They keep drugging me…” Y/N said, trailing off.

“Baby, I need you to take a deep breath for me,” Dean said desperately. Y/N nodded despite Dean not being able to see her.

“I’m so tired,” she whispered fearfully, wearily leaning her head into the heel of her palm.

“Y/N, listen to me. Where are you?” Dean asked forcefully.

“I don’t know! I don’t know where I am!” she sobbed. “They had me in the trunk when they brought me here! I… I was able to… to fight… to hide… I knocked one of them out… I grabbed his cell phone, and I’m hiding, but they are looking for me… They…”

Y/N’s anxious voice was cut off when a loud banging was heard along with two or three male voices shouting furiously. Y/N covered her mouth to muffle the harsh sound of her breathing, making herself as small and as quiet as she could. She hugged the cell phone to her chest to hide the light as well. After a few minutes, the sound went away, and she pulled the phone back to her ear only to hear Dean shouting for her.

“De….” Y/N whispered. The profound relief Sam saw in Dean’s face when he heard Y/N’s whisper would be something he’d remember forever.

“How many are there?” Sam asked eagerly when Dean couldn’t speak.

“Five…. No, si…six. six of them,” Y/N whispered. Sam cursed under his breath.

“Well, that’s how they got her. No way she can take on six guys by herself. Y/N… Are you on a cell phone?” Sam asked while Dean gathered his raw emotions together.

“Ye… yeah. I stole it from one of them… I had to get to you… I had to get help…” Y/N said quietly. Sam nodded.

“Do you remember how to turn on the GPS?” Sam asked, flipping his laptop open.

“Ye…yeah,” she answered. Within minutes, Sam saw the blip show up on the screen.

“Perfect. We have it. Keep the phone with you, okay? We’re coming.”

“There you are!” an agitated voice bellowed behind her as she slipped out of the cracked window. Wide eyes looked back, and she dropped just as a gun went off above her head. Without wasting any time, Y/N took off running through the long grass and into the trees that surrounded what she now saw was a cabin inside the woods.

“Did you get her, Jackie?” a rough male voice frantically asked. A third male cursed as he saw her running in between trees.

“Bitch is in the woods. We got to stop her before someone finds her and she starts talking,” a younger male voice said. A sinister laugh echoed in the opening.

“Butch! Mikey! Marlo! Gear up! Looks like we’re going hunting…”

“Keep going straight, then at the third left, take it,” Sam said. His eyes kept bouncing between the map in his hands and the blip on the screen in front of him. They had been driving for roughly 45 minutes, and they were already out of Kansas and into Oklahoma. Dean was going 20 over the speed limit just to get to her as fast as possible.

“I never should have thrown her out,” he muttered fiercely under his breath, gently shaking his head. Sam dared an apprehensive glance up at his older brother, taking in the clenched jaw and the raw emotion he normally saw hidden from his eyes.

“You didn’t know this was going to happen, Dean,” Sam commented quietly. Dean’s hands tightened on the steering wheel.

“If anything happens to her, I will never forgive myself,” Dean growled furiously.

“We’re gonna find her, and we’re gonna destroy the assholes who took her,” Sam said, his voice so dangerous Dean had to glance at him.

“Damn straight.”

Y/N ran as fast as her bare feet would let her go on the floor of the woods. She ignored the torn skin and puncture wounds she was getting from the sticks and stones stepped on along the way. She used her arms to help launch herself over a dead tree that had fallen and continued running. Having not eaten in over a week, she had no idea where the energy was coming from, but she knew she couldn’t stop.

If she stopped, she’d inevitably die.

She heard an apparent gunshot in the distance and paused her running to look around at her surroundings. Nothing looked familiar; it was all trees and underbrush. Y/N nervously looked at the phone and was relieved to see it still had service. She couldn’t be that far from modern civilization if the mobile phone had service.

The faint sounds of someone shouting met her ears. She darted a look behind her in fear then started looking for something she could use as a weapon. Spotting a length of wood, she followed it with her eyes to see it was embedded into the carcass of a dead animal. Moving carefully, she slid over to it and pulled the old arrow out of the decaying corpse. Thankfully, the flinty tip was still sharp. Breaking the used arrow in half, she tossed the worthless half aside.

Then she climbed up the closest tree and hid.

“Splitting up was a bad idea, Jackie,” the rough voice of Marlo grunted out. He held the double-barrel loosely in his hands and frowned as he walked by the trampled ferns, kicking at them as he went.

“Oh, shut up, Marlo. If you can’t take down one bitch, then there’s something wrong with you,” Jack said, using his pistol as an extension of his arm to lift up some low-hanging branches out of his way. Jack bristled at the direct insult.

“It ain’t that and you know it! This ain’t just some bitch!” Marlo growled. “This a hunter! An’ she ain’t all drugged up like you been keepin’ her!”

“Whatever, man, she’s just like the rest of them. Just a toy we can dispose of when we’re done with her,” Jack said gleefully, looking back at Marlo with a lewd grin. When Jack turned back around to face front, Y/N dropped down on his plump shoulders and brutally stabbed the arrow into his throat.

Marlo shouted frantically in surprise as he watched blood spurt from the ragged wound in Jack’s throat, the two tumbling to the ground. Y/N snatched up Jack’s pistol and raised it, but Marlo was faster, shooting off a round from his shotgun.

Buckshot scattered and Y/N cried out as some of it embedded itself into her battered body. As Marlo racked another shot ready, Y/N fired off two shots of her own. The hoarse cries from the burly man in front of her echoed off the trees. Somehow, he was still standing. Shoving Jack’s now dead body away from her, she got herself in a better position and with wide eyes on the wounded man, she fired again. She hit her mark as Marlo’s body dropped hard onto the wooded ground.

Panting hard, Y/N remained frozen, listening anxiously for any sounds of the other men who were after her. Hearing nothing, she slowly stood up, a sore arm covering her chest. Little red spots started to show up across her dirty white shirt from the buckshot that caught her. She hissed as she moved, looking down at herself to see at least six spots where there was now embedded metal in her skin.

“Dammit,” she muttered savagely.

Moving gingerly over to where Marlo lay, she pulled the shotgun toward her and patted down his shallow pockets for more ammo. She was able to find six more shells. With shaking hands, she slid them into the pocket of her now torn and stained jeans before turning away. Making her way back to where Jack lay, she dug around in his pockets next. Nothing.

Y/N took a moment to swallow back the abject despair threatening to overwhelm her. She was aching all over, desperately tired, hungry, so very thirsty, and four of her captors were still in the woods looking for her. She pulled the phone out of her back pocket. Still had four bars of service, still transmitting the information. Shoving it back into her pocket, she stood uneasily from her crouched position and heaved a sigh.

“Where are you, Dean?”

“We’re close. Turn into this park,” Sam said, pointing to a side road on the left. Dean took the turn at speed, leaving tread marks on the road behind them. The brothers looked around carefully at the drive, noting the hunting lodge motif that seemed to engulf the area.

“They took her to a hunting ground, where no one would be bothered by the sounds of gunfire,” Dean growled impatiently. Sam opened the glove box and started digging through their fake IDs until he found their Ranger ones as Dean proceeded up to the security stop. Handing Dean his, Sam took control of the worsening situation to cover for Dean’s uncontrolled rage.

“Evening, boys. Can I help you?” the security officer politely asked. Sam lifted his ID, nudging Dean to do the same.

“Yes, Sir, we’re looking for a group of men who may be staying on your property who may be hunting outside the limits set for the active season. Tell me, have you seen any groups of say five or six men come in and rent out a private cabin?” Sam asked. The officer frowned slightly, turning to pull a clipboard off the side of the wall of his hut.

“Well, Ranger, now that you mention it… We did have a group of six guys coming up here in the middle of the night about four or five days ago. Thought it was odd they came in so late. A couple of them were acting kind of nervous, constantly looking over their shoulder and whatnot,” the officer said. Sam nodded and glanced stealthily at Dean, undoubtedly noticing his eyes narrowing.

“Yeah, those might be our guys. What cabin are they in? We’re going to pay them a surprise visit,” he asked. The officer flipped up the papers and read the paperwork in hand.

“Looks like they are staying at the Ravenwood Cabin. It’s the one that’s farthest back in the woods. Just follow the yellow trail all the way to the back, and then the black diamonds to get to the drive,” he said, promptly handing the boys a map. Sam took it and nodded.

“Thanks, Officer…” he started.

“Thoroughbred. Good luck in there, and be safe,” he said, punching a button to lift the gate. Dean forced himself to drive slowly through the gate but once he was out of sight of the security office, he picked up speed.

“Of course, they would pick the cabin farthest out,” Dean ground out through gritted teeth. Sam glanced at his laptop and saw the red dot had stopped moving. He compared it to where they were, then looked up and pointed eagerly.

“Keep going straight and keep your ears open.”

Y/N limped to a stop and leaned back against an overgrown tree, reached into her pocket, and pulled out the stolen cell phone. She was down to two bars of service. She prayed it was enough to send out a GPS signal to Sam. She stuffed the cell back into her pocket and looked down at her feet. They were torn up, bleeding heavily in some places. If those guys who took her had dogs, they would certainly be able to find her. She had to keep moving.

She desperately needed a break, though. Y/N was exhausted, and her last bit of energy was tapped. She could feel her battered body starting to shut down involuntarily. Y/N knew if she didn’t find a safe space to hide soon, she could be in real trouble.

Shoving away from the tree, she relentlessly pushed through the wooded area, desperately trying to find anything that looked familiar. Nothing but trees, brush, and branches surrounded her. She had walked for another fifteen minutes before she heard it. Freezing in place, she listened intently. Footsteps, and not in a cadence she recognized. With a terrified look behind her, she started to run frantically.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are…” she heard a maniacal voice shout. It only made her run faster and harder in the opposite direction. Glancing nervously behind her to see if she could spot the man chasing her, she stumbled awkwardly and as she tried to right herself – a strong hand lashed out and viciously grabbed her arm. She felt a sharp pain a second later in her neck.

“Gotcha,” a different male’s hateful voice said in her ear. Without rational thought, Y/N thrust the butt of the shotgun into the man’s face, shattering his nose. He cursed loudly, dropping her arm, and frantically grabbing his broken face with both hands. Y/N then spun on him and fired indiscriminately in his direction. She heard the man cry out as dark spots danced in front of her eyes. She fired again for good measure and heard a hoarse grunt before she turned uneasily and blindly started to stumble away, inadvertently dropping the shotgun in the process.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck FUCK she thought anxiously. Okay, we’ve dealt with this already. Take deep slow breaths. Slow your heart down. Control your movements. We can handle this. We beat the drugs once; we can beat them again.

Only this time, she wasn’t as positive.

“Wait, did you hear that?” Sam asked impatiently. Dean slowed the Impala down and listened intently through the open windows. Pulling the car off to the side of the road, he shut the engine down. The brothers listened intently to the world around them, hearing the wind blowing through the leaves and the odd cricket when suddenly

BANG! BANGBANG!

Dean’s furious eyes narrowed.

“They’re hunting something out in those woods,” Sam said, critical eyes on the tree line. He leaned back, vainly trying to see what was there.

“What are the chances it’s her?” Dean asked stonily. Sam turned to look back at the laptop, shrugging.

“It’s possible. She’s in the woods somewhere,” he responded. “Her signal is moving slowly, but I can’t pinpoint an exact location in the woods here.”

“Then we’re going in,” Dean said impatiently, opening his car door. Sam slapped his laptop shut and shoved it under his seat before following suit. When he got to the trunk of the car, Dean already had it open and a shotgun pulled out. He reached in and grabbed his own sawed-off, shoving shells into his pockets. Dean grabbed his pistol and shoved it into the back of his jeans along with a throwing knife. Sam grabbed his own pistol, then reached over to grab one of their empty backpacks and shoved a canteen and the first aid kit inside it. Dean looked at his brother with a raised brow.

“We don’t know what shape she is in. We should be prepared,” Sam explained gently. Dean’s eyes narrowed as he studied his brother, then he reached over and grabbed the other empty backpack and did the same. Dean added a blanket to his pack, while Sam added extra ammunition and a flare gun to his.

BANG! BANGBANG! BANG!

Gunshots rang out again, causing the brothers to look at the woods sharply. Dean slammed the trunk to the impala hard and racked the first shot in the shotgun.

“Let’s go, Sammy,” Dean snapped viciously as he led the way in.

Y/N blinked rapidly, desperately trying to clear her vision as she forced herself to move. She tripped and stumbled awkwardly into a nearby tree, scraping the skin off her arm in the process. A whimper escaped her as she forcefully pushed off the tree and forced her legs to keep moving. She had to keep going, she had to keep moving. She refused to die out here in the woods; she had to get back to Dean.

She wiped a hand across her neck and felt a small trickle of blood. She knew they injected her with whatever illegal drug they had been doping her with. She wiped her hand on her jeans, then reached behind her to grab the stolen pistol from the back of her pants. She didn’t know how many bullets she had left in it, but it made her feel comfortable having it in her hand.

She pressed on then, shoving away from the tree and moving slower than before as she made her way into the woods.

I can’t… I CAN’T…she thought miserably. A strangled sob got stuck in her parched throat as she stopped moving and leaned against a tree. Her breathing started growing ragged, almost like she couldn’t get enough air. She started yanking at her shirt, vainly trying to pull it away from her neck.

“I can’t… I can’t breathe,” she whispered brokenly to no one in particular. She pushed off the tree she leaned wearily against and attempted to walk again. She stumbled awkwardly with every few steps she took. The blurred vision and the dizziness told her the drugs were almost at full effect. It wouldn’t be long before she blacked out completely.

She felt an unknown hand grab her shirt to stop her, and with quick maneuvers made on instinct, she had it off her exhausted body in moments. With the remaining energy she had, she thrust her hand upward and felt the heel of her hand connect roughly with the nose of the person behind her. The sickening crunch and following yowl of pain was music to her ears. Y/N fought through the blurry vision and dizziness to grab the man’s head and forcibly bring it down sharply to her uplifted knee. She cried out herself at the violent contact, her entire leg aching terribly from the hit, but the man was unconscious and wouldn’t be bothering her anymore.

Four down. Two left.

Dean held up a hand with a closed fist when he heard the shrill cry of pain. He recognized that sound anywhere. He and Sam locked eyes, and Dean moved his fingers toward the direction he heard the sound coming from. Sam nodded and turned toward it. Slowly and silently, the two hunters crept forward until a gunshot had them running.

The following scream had Dean seeing red.

Fiery pain tore savagely through Y/N’s abdomen, ripping an agonized scream from her burning throat. She staggered her steps, colliding into a tree before collapsing into the brittle leaves on the dirt floor of the forest.

“Y/N!!!!” She heard someone shout frantically. Pulling on all the strength she had left, she yelled back.

“I’m here!!” her hoarse voice cried out. Y/N put both hands on her stomach and pressed, feeling lightning hot pain race through her, riding her veins down to her leg. She felt something warm and sticky there. When she lifted a hand to see what it was, she was mildly surprised to see something red on her fingertips.

She dropped her hand back to the bleeding wound, a hoarse groan ripped from her as complete exhaustion finally took hold. Her stinging, blurry eyes slowly drifted shut, tears making tracks through the dirt and blood on her face.

“She’s over here!” a gruff voice close to her shouted frantically. She listened carefully for the footsteps to come closer to her, but instead, she heard another gunshot. Shouting. Angry voices and crashing foliage. Flesh hitting flesh and another gunshot.

Y/N tried to hang on but felt herself start to drift. Between the drugs and now the gunshot wound, her desperate grip on reality was slipping fast. She felt her head fell back and her mouth open, which was helpful. It made breathing a little easier.

“Y/N. Y/N can you hear me? Y/N!!” she scarcely heard someone say, gently grabbing her face. She tried opening her eyes, but they wouldn’t listen to her. Her harsh breathing started to come in painful little gasps.

“I’m here,” she desperately tried to whisper. Everything sounded so distant, so far away from where she was right then.

“Dean!!” the voice shouted, fear lacing the word. Sam, then, she thought wearily. Her arms were getting heavier, numb even. Even the unbearable pain was going away. She hoped this was just the drugs making her feel this way. She didn’t want to die.

“You’re not gonna die, Y/N. Just hang on. DEAN!!” Sam shouted. That’s nice, she thought distractedly. She heard the distant rustling then the pain was back, sharp and engulfing her. She gasped, her eyes flying open to stare right into the brilliant green of Dean’s frantic ones as he relentessly pushed on her stomach wound.

“C’mon baby, you gotta stay awake for me,” Dean said, his voice filled with anguish and fear. Over his shoulder, Sam was on his phone. No doubt he was calling for help. Y/N’s eyes drooped.

“De…. Dru…gg…ed…” she got out through a pant, then grimaced as a violent wave of pain ran through her body, causing her to shiver violently. Dean’s eyes instantly started looking over her face and neck, before spotting the pinprick on her neck that was bleeding slightly.

“Drugged? They drugged you?” he asked frantically, but she was already out. “Babe? Y/N!? Y/N!!”

Dean started to panic, pushing two fingers into her neck to find your pulse. He found your pulse beating too slowly, but at least it was beating. He had no clue what kind of drug they gave her. Sam hung up the phone and turned back to his big brother.

“We need to get her to the road. They can’t land life flight in the woods,” he said, looking down at Y/N.

“They drugged her, Sammy. See if any of them have any drugs or syringes on them. I’ll start taking her to the car,” Dean demanded, moving to pick Y/N up bridal style so he could carry her. Sam nodded and started going through the pockets of the men around them.

Minutes later, Sam ran up to him with a syringe in his hand. Together they got Y/N to the car, then made it to the main road just as Rescue was pulling up.

The first thing she was aware of was the beeping of the heart rate monitor. The second was the heavy warmth around her hand. She could tell it had been there a while, that she had been there a while, simply by the ache in her joints and muscles. What she wouldn’t give to just stretch and instantly feel everything pop and move back into place like they were naturally supposed to be.

Instead, she tried opening her very heavy eyelids to see where exactly she was.

The hospital room she was in was dimly lit, just a lamp in the corner on the lowest setting. It looked dark outside the window, so it was either really late or really early. When her tired eyes caught the sleeping man in the chair next to her, a contented smile played on her face.

Dean looked tired. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his clothes were rumpled. He was sleeping soundly on his folded arms, one eager hand wrapped around hers in a very tight grip. Suddenly, whatever they were arguing about before seemed so unimportant. She couldn’t even remember what it was about. All she really wanted more than anything right then was to see his gorgeous eyes and his charming smile.

Gently squeezing the hand he had a secure grip on, she tried to call his name with no success. Her throat was dry and scratchy, so any sound came out sounding broken and crackly. Thankfully, the door to her private room opened then and Sam walked in with a cup of coffee. When he realized she was awake, he smiled fondly at her with wet eyes.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said quietly, walking over to the opposite side of the hospital bed that Dean was resting on. He leaned down and gently kissed her on the top of the head, knowingly causing her to close her eyes and grin at him. “Welcome back.”

Sam then walked around the hospital bed to where Dean was and set his coffee down on one of the tables in the room. He put his hands on each one of Dean’s shoulders, squeezing slightly.

“Dean… Hey, I need you to wake up for me,” Sam said soothingly, rubbing his arms to gently wake him up. The older Winchester still woke with a jolt and a slight groan. Y/N watched him, eagerly waiting for him to look up at her.

“Look who’s awake, Dean,” Sam said softly. Dean immediately looked up at Y/N and his eager face broke into a relieved smile when he saw her pretty eyes looking back at him. He carefully moved from the chair to the side of her bed and gently pressed a chaste kiss to her mouth. Y/N pressed her hands to his face, needing to feel him, his skin on hers.

“Hey, baby,” Dean whispered tenderly. Y/N sniffled in response, carefully slipping her hands to his flannel shirt, and fisting it tightly. Sam had taken a step back, pouring some water into a cup with a straw for Y/N. He willingly handed it over to Dean who then took it and carefully held it out to Y/N. She took a few long sips of the water and attempted to clear her sore throat of the crude clogging it.

“Are they dead?” she asked, her pleasant voice sounding raw and painful. Dean nodded.

“Yeah, they’re all dead. You’re safe now,” Dean said, running his hand over her hair. “And I am so sorry…”

“No apologies,” Y/N mumbled, gently interrupting him. “You didn’t hang up the phone and got me away from them. That’s more than enough.” Dean shook his head, intentionally avoiding her eyes.

“If I never told you to leave, you would never have been in that position,” he said regretfully. Y/N couldn’t argue that one. Instead, she just took his hand and interlaced her fingers with his.

“Lesson one in learning how to fight correctly: don’t kick each other out of the bunker,” she whispered tenderly, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Dean simply shook his head, swallowing hard. Y/N carefully studied his face. “Hey,”

Dean looked up at her, taking in the cuts and bruises scattered across her face. The guilt in his heart weighed down heavily on him and she could see it in his eyes. She pulled his face back down to hers and eagerly pressed their lips together again.

“I don’t blame you, Winchester,” she whispered fiercely against his lips. “But if it makes you feel better, I forgive you.”

Sam watched from the far side of the hospital room as his big brother and Y/N took the time to thank whoever listens to them that she made it out of this horrible ordeal alive. The drugs that those men kept pumping her full of took three full days to get out of her system. Thankfully, there should be no lasting damage to her. The gunshot wound was superficial, but thanks to the drugs, bled a lot. She’ll have an ugly scar, but she’ll live to talk about it.

It was the rape kit they had to do on her that infuriated the brothers. The doctors inadvertently discovered the need for it when they were prepping her for surgery. It took everything Sam could do to control Dean and his relentless fury. He was on the receiving end of a few punches before he invariably got Dean in a hold that stopped the violent attacks.

“Listen to me. HEY! LISTEN to me!” Sam shouted furiously at his brother once Dean was pressed up against the wall with his arms pinned. “Stop. You’re going to get kicked out of the hospital if you keep this up. The guys who kidnapped her are to blame for this. Not you, not me, and not the medical staff, alright?”

Dean stormed out of the hospital with Sam and Y/N’s doctor watching with frowns on their faces.

“Is he going to be okay?” they asked Sam. He didn’t know how to answer that, so Sam just shrugged. He told the doctors to do what they had to do for Y/N and he’d sign whatever paperwork was needed. Sam ended up sitting with Y/N for almost two days before Dean made his way back. When he arrived, he looked like he hadn’t slept and reeked of smoke and gasoline.

“They won’t be able to hurt her again,” he said as he stared at Y/N from the foot of her bed. Sam simply shook his head and sent Dean to the hotel room he rented to get a hot shower and some sleep.

Sam knew this was going to be new nightmare material for both his brother and Y/N. Dean’s overwhelming guilt would be enough to inevitably create new scenarios in his head that wouldn’t be real. He’ll wake up screaming horribly in the middle of the night thinking he didn’t save Y/N in time. And since Y/N had the Winchester habit of not talking about things, she’d be reliving this in her dreams as well. All Sam could do is be prepared to help them as best he could from the sidelines and remind them how to avoid getting to this place again.

Which does, in fact, start with not kicking each other out of the bunker during a fight.

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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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Of Nightmares and Sandalwood - Dean x Reader Fic

Title – Of Nightmares and Sandalwood
Pairings – Y/N & Dean
Word Count – 3,928
Warnings – Do Nightmares count? Cursing, arguing
SPNMixedBingo Square filled – Early Morning, Touch Starvation, Bed Sharing
Prompt: “I don’t sleep. My mind has the scary capability of being dark and demented.” “you are afraid of your dreams?” “Yes,” he said quietly.

She doesn’t know what wakes her up, only that something was off, and she couldn’t sleep until she fixed whatever it was. Rolling over and looking at the clock, Y/N realized that it was just before three in the morning.

With a sleepy groan, Y/N climbed out of her warm bed. She reached for a flannel (undoubtedly stolen from one of the brothers, she’s certain) to pull over her tank top and shorts. She slipped on her flip-flops before wandering out of her room to see what was out of the ordinary.

The kitchen was dark, the dishes sitting in the drying rack, so it wasn’t that. Sam’s bedroom door was closed, and she could hear his gentle snores behind it, so she knew it wasn’t him. The bathroom light was off and the door was open, so no one was there.

Dean’s bedroom door, however, was open. Curiously, Y/N walked toward his room and looked inside to find his bed unmade and empty. Frowning, she walked down the hall to the library in search of the older Winchester. The expansive room designated as the ‘Dean Cave’ was dark and empty, as was the library. It wasn’t until she heard familiar music coming from the garage that she got the idea to check there.

Opening the door quietly, she spotted him. He was standing barefooted in the garage with the hood of Baby up, dressed in dirty jeans and a black t-shirt that fit snugly over his chest and shoulders. His expression held a world of unspeakable pain that he couldn’t seem to hide as he focused on some invisible problem with the classic car, his mind a million miles away.

Y/N frowned as she stared thoughtfully at him, knowing something wasn’t right.

Gently closing the door behind her, she walked up to the cooler Dean had a beer sweating on. She picked up the bottle and took a long pull from it, switching off the music with her other hand. The entire garage instantly plunged into silence, causing Dean to startle. He turned on her quickly, pulling his loaded gun from the small of his back and pointing it at her chest in less than a second. His fierce eyes narrowed, a controlled fury there she hadn’t seen in over a decade.

She swallowed the hoppy beer, carefully set the bottle back down, and gently leaned against one of the older cars that were parked in the garage.

“Morning, stranger,” she muttered, a tired frown on her face. Dean grunted at her as he pulled the loaded gun away from her direction, uncocking it and carefully putting it back where it came from.

“Dammit, Y/N. I could have killed you,” he muttered gloomily. Y/N simply raised a brow at him. “And quit drinking my beer!”

“Why are you armed inside the bunker? You know it’s safe here, Dee,” she answered instead. Dean intentionally threw her a dirty look before leaning against the car again, looking down into the engine block. He willfully refused to properly answer her. She tried again.

“Hey, what’s going on?” she asked gently. Dean tried to ignore her once again. Y/N frowned at him. She looked at the Impala, remaining quiet for a few minutes. Dean didn’t move. After a while, Y/N started to shiver, so she pulled the flannel she had on around herself tighter.

“It’s really late. Or early, depending on how you look at it. Why are you awake right now?” she asked. Dean snapped and slapped the side of the car, causing a loud sound to echo in the garage and Y/N to jump.

“What’s with the twenty questions, Y/N? Can’t you tell I want to be left alone? Can’t you get the hint?” Dean shouted furiously at her. Y/N looked down and away, away from his angry face. She felt her emotions start to overwhelm her again, but she swallowed down her frustration. She refused to be deterred. His deflection wasn’t going to work this time. She started picking at the sleeves of the flannel she wore

“No,” she said quietly.

“What?!” Dean snapped at her. Y/N carefully lifted her eyes and stared thoughtfully at Dean, her face not giving away her emotions.

“I said, no,” she repeated herself. “I can’t just go back inside and act like I don’t know that you are out here hurting. I want to give you your space and let you take out your frustration or whatever it is you are feeling on Baby, but I just can’t walk away this time.” She shrugged, looking away.

“Sorry,” she said distantly, as she diligently studied the car she was leaning on. Dean stared at her, his hands on his hips. He undoubtedly knew he was being cruel. But it was his typical reaction to lash out and push people away. After a long minute, he released a long, heavy sigh.

“I had a nightmare,” he said quietly. Y/N looked over at him silently, encouraging him to continue speaking. She watched as Dean walked over to the Impala and rested his hands on the end of the car, leaning over the engine block yet again.

“What was it about?” Y/N asked, her voice soft in the large room. Dean gently shook his head, staring down at the car once again. “Must have been pretty bad if it’s keeping you awake right now.”

“I’m fine, Y/N,” Dean growled impatiently. Y/N bit her tongue. Yeah, you look terrific. Instead, she just watched as he stared sightlessly at the engine again.

“Why don’t we go inside? I’ll make us something to eat, or maybe we can just grab a few drinks,” she politely suggested. Anything to get that icy cold look off his face. “We don’t even have to talk about the nightmare unless you want to.” Dean remained silent, but the twitch in his jaw showed her that the man heard her. After a few minutes of silence and Y/N sighed.

“Dean, come on. Work with me here,” Y/N started, standing up straight to face the older brother. That’s when Dean snapped again. He reached up and slammed the hood of the Impala, much rougher than he typically would. He turned toward her and growled.

“I’ve about had it with you, Y/N, and your feel-good bullshit. I just said I didn’t want to talk to you, and I don’t want to talk about it,” he shouted. Y/N wasn’t even sure what he was saying anymore, only that she was done with him and with his bullshit.

“Stop fucking yelling at me!” Y/N finally shouted back, causing Dean to shut his mouth with an audible click. “Jesus Christ, Dean. What the hell is your problem? Not everyone is your fucking enemy or is trying to hurt you. I’m not trying to fucking hurt you!”

Dean stared at her, his breathing harsh through his nose as he tried to control his temper and his raging emotions as he watched Y/N finally lose her temper with him.

“I woke up, and I didn’t know why. I was merely checking on you and Sam and noticed you were missing. I’m so sorry that my checking on you was such a fucking inconvenience to you, Dean!” she bellowed snidely. The two glared defiantly at each other for a long minute. Finally, Y/N held her hands up in a surrender motion.

“You know what,” she started, her voice low and monotone. “Forget I said anything. You want to stay out here and wallow in self-pity and whatever bullshit you got rolling around in that head of yours instead of talking to me about it, be my guest. I’m done.” Y/N turned on her heel and walked toward the door out of the garage and back into the main part of the bunker.

For reasons Dean didn’t understand, he instantly started to panic.

“Y/N,” he said cautiously to get her attention.

“Go fuck yourself,” she muttered fiercely, simply waving her hand at him. She swung open the door, moments away from crossing the threshold. His panic grew, and he intuitively knew if he didn’t get her attention back now, he would be doing irrevocable damage to their relationship.

“Y/N!!”

That stopped her. Dean’s voice sounded agonized, hurt, and broken down. But at this point, so was Y/N. She turned back to look at him, one foot inside the pleasant warmth of the bunker and ready to forget this even happened.

“What?!” she snapped at him; her kind eyes narrowed and glassy.

“I don’t sleep,” Dean said. Y/N’s expression changed from one of hurt and anger to one of confusion.

“What?” she bit out, confusion coloring her tone this time.

“I don’t sleep. After my nightmares, I don’t sleep. My subconscious mind has the scary capability of being dark and demented,” he gently explained, his eyes anywhere but on her face. “Once it starts, I can’t seem to stop it, so it’s just safer to… not sleep.”

“You’re afraid of your dreams?” Y/N asked softly, her heartbreaking for him.

“Yeah. Sure,” he said quietly. His weight subtly shifted between his bare feet.

Y/N watched him for a long moment, then walked back into the garage. The door slammed shut behind her, but she ignored it. Dean noticed she was walking toward him and shoved his hands in his pockets, feeling incredibly vulnerable now. Once she was next to him, Y/N carefully wrapped her hand around his arm, slid it down his soft skin, and held onto his wrist. She gently rested her head against his shoulder as she pulled his left hand out of his pocket and intertwined their fingers together.

Dean turned his head to look cautiously at her, his mask sliding into place so she couldn’t read what he was thinking. She didn’t need to see his face to feel his trepidation, his worry, his comfort at her closeness, or his self-loathing for feeling he didn’t deserve it. Y/N lifted her Y/C/E to Dean’s green ones.

“Do you trust me?” she asked quietly.

“You know I do,” Dean answered just as softly. Y/N offered a tiny smile before gently pulling him with her toward the direction of the door inside.

“Come on,” she whispered, tilting her head toward the door. Y/N squeezed his hand, then took a step back, away from the Impala. “Come on, Dean.”

Dean watched her try to pull him away from the car, the garage, his sanctuary, with pain-filled eyes before he closed them and sighed brokenly. It was then he finally moved and let Y/N pull him toward the door back inside the bunker. She turned away from him to see where she was going, but once they were down the stairs, she turned and looked back at him. When she looked back at Dean, he had his eyes fixed on the ground.

Y/N stepped closer to him, still leading them through the bunker, carefully wrapping his arm around her waist. She felt more than heard his breath catch as his fingers brushed against the bare skin of her belly from where her tank top rode up a little. He naturally tried pulling away, but she wouldn’t let him. He genuinely needed comfort, and she wasn’t going to let him deny himself that. Once they were in front of his room, she turned to look at him.

“I’m going to run to my room for a moment to grab some things. Be in bed by the time I get back,” she explained softly to him. Dean shook his head and instantly started to protest, which caused Y/N to hold up a dainty finger to his lips. His eyes opened fractionally at her soft touch.

“I wasn’t asking,” she said knowingly. She stared resolutely into Dean’s eyes until she saw when he relented, then nodded her head. She squeezed his hand before she turned and walked across the hall and down a few doors to where her room was. Once inside, she moved quickly. She grabbed her sandalwood and vanilla lotion, tucked her pillow under her arm, and turned off her diffuser. She emptied the water and oils she had in the machine already, wiping it out with a microfiber cloth.

Opening the small wooden case of oils, she chose a few scents she thought Dean would find calming: Sandalwood, Cinnamon, and Caramel. She put drops of the oils in the diffuser and grabbed a bottle of water to fill it with once she got back into Dean’s room. She grabbed her sound machine then left her room, using her elbow to flip off her light.

Walking into Dean’s room, she was pleased to see he had done what she had asked. He was lying on his back. His thick blanket was pulled to his waist, and he was staring wistfully at the ceiling. The room was dim and cool, the only light coming from a lamp on his nightstand. Y/N walked over to the bed and dropped the pillow from under her arm onto his bed. Dean turned his head to watch her.

Without saying a word, she went over to where his desk was and set all her items down. The first thing she did was plug in the diffuser. She set the machine on his desk, removed the lid, and opened the bottle of water in her hand. Filling the basin to the top of the waterline, she put the lid back on it. She then set it to run steadily throughout the next 8 hours. Sealing the water bottle once again, she moved to her next task.

She then turned her noise machine on to the sound of white noise. Typically, she’d fall asleep to the sound of ocean waves or rainfall, but this was for Dean. White noise was the easiest thing to choose. She set the volume to low: loud enough to be heard over the noise of the diffuser but quiet enough to be in the background and not keep them awake. She picked up her lotion and turned to face Dean.

“Take your shirt off and turn over on your belly,” she said softly, walking over to the bed. Dean stared at her for a long moment, wanting to argue. “Just trust me, Dean.”

With a huff, he sat up and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He tossed it aside and rolled over onto his belly, and settled down on his bed. Y/N grabbed her pillow and put it up next to Dean, so she had something to lay on, pulled off her flannel and tossed it over the chair, climbed up onto the bed, and straddled his hips. She felt Dean stiffen as her body touched his, and she instantly hushed him.

“It’s okay, Dean. Close your eyes and take deep breaths,” Y/N quietly said. Dean heard a soft ‘click’ of the lotion bottle opening, then silence. Slowly, Dean willingly let his eyes drift shut. He inhaled slowly, and the spicy scent that filled his senses started calming him almost instantly. When he exhaled, he felt Y/N’s soft hands run over his tense shoulders.

“That’s it,” he heard her say, her voice almost melodic. “Take some deep breaths. Inhale slowly, exhale just as slow. Let the sandalwood and cinnamon fill your senses, calm your mind, ease your spirits.”

Her hands started out gentle as they ran over his shoulders and up to his neck, slowly growing in pressure. Her hands would find a knot in his muscles and spend some extra time there, focusing on the spot and adding some careful pressure there to ease the tension. The entire time he continued his deep breaths, focusing on keeping them even and steady.

“I want you to think about something good, something that brings you joy,” Y/N said as her hands ran up and down his spine. “Think about a moment when you remember being completely at ease and relaxed. Who was there with you, where you were, what you were doing…”

Dean immediately thought of the evening a few nights ago, when the three of them were sitting around the library just hanging out and chatting. They were sharing a bottle of whiskey they found created by Metallica. When Dean found out about it, he was so excited he bought four bottles. They opened one immediately when they got home and just sat around the table and talked about music while passing the bottle around. He found out just how much music they all actually had in common that same night.

“Now take a deep breath, nice and slow…”

He inhaled, and the scent of vanilla filled his nose with the spicy scent of wood and cinnamon. He felt pressure on the base of his skull now, easing tension he didn’t even know he had there. He took a deep breath and released a soft moan of pleasure as he exhaled, turning his head so that Y/N had easy access to his neck and skull.

“Just breathe easy and let the tension go… Focus on the good and release the tension in your body…”

Her warm hands felt so good sliding across his skin, putting pressure on different parts of his body that were sore. He was feeling peaceful with the warmth of her body close to his, and he felt himself drifting…

“Take a deep breath, Dean. In through your nose and release slowly out through your mouth,” he heard her soft voice say next to his ear. He inhaled slowly, and when he exhaled, he felt her warm hands put solid pressure on the muscles next to his spine, moving slowly upward. He felt the vertebra give, popping deeply and releasing tension as her hands moved their way from his lower back upward to his shoulders. It pulled a deep moan from him as his muscles gave a slight twitch before relaxing under her touch. Once she had finished the pressure trail up to his neck, she ran her hands gently up and down his spine.

“There you go,” he heard her soft voice mumble gently to him. “Just breathe deeply, in through your nose and out through your mouth. Let the scent of sandalwood and vanilla calm you. Clear your mind of any thoughts and rest.”

Dean felt the pressure again, but this time against his neck and skull. Y/N pressed her thumbs at the base of his skull, pushing down against the soft spot at the center and brushing outward to where the occipital nerve rests on each side. At first, he tensed up again, but remembering what she said about breathing, he forced himself to relax and continue the deep breathing. Soon, the soft touches grew deeper and harder, gently pressing the tension away.

With everything that was happening all at once, he caught himself slowly growing tired, and sleep danced on the edges of his consciousness. He fought the urge to slip away until he heard Y/N start humming above him. Just as he floated off to sleep, he realized she was humming Hey Jude.

When Y/N realized that he was asleep, she intentionally slowed her hands against his skin until she stopped moving altogether. Moving as slow as she possibly could, she gracefully slid off Dean’s body and reached over to turn off the light. The room instantly dropped into complete darkness, and Y/N used her hands to guide her to the opposite side of Dean’s bed. With careful movements, she slid under the covers and curled up next to Dean.

She ran her fingers through his short hair, running her fingers down his back to where the sheet and blanket rested at his waist. Using careful and slow movements, she gently pulled them up over them both. Once they were properly covered, she leaned over and tenderly kissed Dean on the temple.

“Good night, Dee,” she whispered almost silently into his ear before snuggling up against him. With a deep sigh, Y/N felt herself relax off to sleep herself.

The next time he became aware of his surroundings, he felt a pleasant warmth pressed up against him. It was in his arms. He took a deep breath, and the spicy scent that calmed him the night before was still lingering nearby. He realized, quite suddenly, that he had slept soundly the rest of the night after a horrific nightmare.

He slowly opened his eyes, looking down to find Y/N wrapped in his arms. Her head rested peacefully on her pillow, her back pressed against his chest, his arm wrapped around her waist. Dean stared at her, uncertain what to think.

“Stop thinking so hard, it’s still too early,” Y/N muttered, her voice rough with sleep. She snuggled down into her pillow, her body pressing closer against Dean’s.

“I slept through the night last night,” he said softly. Y/N smiled; eyes still closed.

“Yes, you did,” she said.

“I haven’t slept through the night after a nightmare. Ever,” Dean said thoughtfully. “How did you do that?”

“Hmmm?” Y/N hummed sleepily, rolling over and gently pushing at Dean. He promptly turned onto his back and let Y/N curl up on his chest; her hand curled up next to her face, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder. Dean wrapped his arm around her, running his fingers up and down her arm. Y/N smiled gently at his touch.

“I said, how did you get me to sleep through the night after a nightmare?” he asked softly, tilting his head toward hers. Y/N pulled in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Is the diffuser still running?” she questioned. When Dean didn’t respond, she repeated herself. Dean lifted his head and looked around his room until his eyes fell on a small machine shooting a mist into the air on his desk. When he asked if that was it, he confirmed it was still going.

“Then it’s not time to get up yet. Go back to sleep, I’ll explain it later,” Y/N said. Dean looked down at the woman in his arms and let a smile play on his lips. He carefully brushed a kiss on her forehead then snuggled down under the blankets and closed his eyes.

Maybe he should have nightmares more often if it meant he got to wake up with Y/N in his arms, asleep in his bed. Maybe he could have this after all, and it would be okay. Maybe there was something more here than he originally thought. Maybe… Dean felt a hand against his cheek, causing his eyes to open, then slip shut as he felt Y/N’s soft lips press against his in a tender kiss.

Their mouths moved against each other gently, cautiously feeling each other’s lips against each other sweetly. Just as Dean was about to deepen the chaste kiss, Y/N pulled away and slowly opened her eyes to stare at him.

“You’re thinking too much. Go back to sleep,” she whispered, gently brushing a delicate fingertip over his mouth. “I’ll answer all of your questions in a few hours. Then maybe we can try this again.”

Dean watched as Y/N shot him a sleepy grin, then settled back down against him. He blinked once, then twice, then broke into a huge smile. Tightening his arms around the extraordinary woman in his bed, he buried himself into her and the delicious warmth of her skin. There was a promise of something exciting and new waiting for him after they woke up once again.

If all his nightmares had this kind of outcome, he’d take all the night terrors he could get.

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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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Something to be Thankful For - Masterlist

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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What It Means To Drown

Title – What It Means to Drown
Pairings – Y/NxDean (Friendship), Y/NxSam (sorta starting?)
Word Count – 4,648
Warnings – panic attack, near drowning
#SPNMixedBingo Square filled – Fear of Deep Water

It’s been a bad week and a bad hunt. If it could have gone wrong, it did. Your thought to be solid research failed you, causing what was supposed to be a quick gig to last longer than anticipated. And there were casualties: a 14-year-old girl, a 17-year-old boy, and almost you.

Nowhere in your research would you have guessed it was a water wraith. You didn’t know until you saw the old woman near the water dressed in green. You hesitated before approaching her, eyeing the body of water warily. You’ve avoided large bodies of water since almost drowning in your teens when a Grindylow took over the lake in the small town. You were out at the lake with your friends, enjoying a summer break before needing to pick up and move again when it snatched you from the water’s edge.

Steeling yourself, you scolded your anxiety and moved forward. Dressed in your Forest Service outfit, you approached the old woman. You planned to warn her of the dangers surrounding the lake, how two kids have already died there, and get her back to her camp. You wanted to give the brothers more time to finish their search. But as you approached the old woman, you realized she wasn’t real. The shine in her unnatural eyes stopped you, and just when you were about to call out to the brothers, she struck out and threw you both into the water, dragging you down into the darkness.

So, this is what it means to drown.

No, not again, you remembered thinking. You fought desperately to break free and fight back to the surface, but tired quickly. The old woman’s face was in front of yours, the smile wicked with cracked lips and broken teeth. Your heart raced as you screamed, flailing with everything you had before inhaling a lungful of water. It wasn’t long before you lost consciousness.

Sam told you he was the one who pulled you out of the water. Dean saw what happened a few hundred yards away from you, and despite running as fast as he could toward you, he couldn’t stop the attack. He saw you disappear under the water one minute, then your body floating face down in the dark lake, lit only by the moonlight, the next. Once the brothers had you ashore, they began CPR to bring you back. You vomited lake water as Sam pounded on your back to help you breathe, your lungs burning for air and your chest aching from the pressure of the compressions.

Once you were able to breathe again, panic took over you. Despite being on dry land, you still felt unable to catch your breath. The water was closing in on you, the grip on your leg wouldn’t let you go, and you couldn’t get any air. Sometimes memories are the worst kind of torture. Sam tried to calm you down, forcing you to look at him.

“You’re out of the water, Y/N. It’s okay, we got you. C’mon, take a deep breath,” Sam said. You tried to take a deep breath but still couldn’t get air in. You started coughing deeply again. Dean ran a hand up and down your back. It took a while, but you were finally able to force the memories back. With a shaky sigh, you finally got yourself together.

“You okay?” Dean asked. You nod.

“Yeah,” you grunted.

“What was that all about then?” Dean said next. You shook your head, refusing to answer that question. Instead, you told them what you saw and got to work on the spell to banish the water wraith. You won, but not without injuries to you and the brothers.

Dean, who had barely spoken to you since you got home, was laid up in bed nursing a busted ankle and a sprained knee with Vicodin and whiskey. You’re pretty sure he blames you for the entire gig going sideways, despite him agreeing the research showed the hunt being a werewolf, not a water wraith. The old bat was good at covering her tracks.

Sam is somewhere in the bunker nursing a dislocated shoulder and some deep gashes. Wounds you didn’t get to stitch up. Oh, no. Dean took care of those, and he made damn sure that you knew your steady hand was not wanted near either of them. Sam looked over at you sadly as you dropped the medkit on the table loudly, turned on your heel, and walked out of the kitchen.

The impala got damaged too, which breaks your heart. You have no idea how it happened or even when it happened. All you know is that the day after the hunt was completed, Dean came into the hotel room and shouted at you about Baby. Your guess is the scratches and broken windows had to have happened while you were at the lake in the woods. $780 of your emergency fund later, things were fixed, but Dean was still pissed. Shocker.

But the brothers didn’t want to talk to you? That’s fine. You were still on the very edge of a full-blown panic attack, the memories from your childhood fight with the Grindylow threatening your consciousness, and you wanted to be alone so you could meltdown properly anyway.

You slipped into the shower after you knew the guys were finished and turned the heat up to just shy of scalding. Now that the initial threat to your lives was gone and the adrenaline was slowly seeping away, your entire frame had started to shiver. No matter how many times you tried to tell yourself you weren’t in that cold, murky lake, your body didn’t seem to agree.

You ended up washing quickly: scrubbing your body clean with your lavender body wash roughly, leaving behind bright red skin. Once back in your room, you slid on the most comfortable pajama pants and tank top you owned, still shaking minutely. You walked back to the bathroom to hang your wet towel up and opened the medicine cabinet. Grabbing the strongest pain killers in there, you open the bottle and shake three pills into your hand.

Slipping the pills into your pocket, you start to make your way back into your bedroom but deviate at the last moment to the library. Your heart is already racing, your breathing coming in slight pants, and the tears were already gathering in your eyes. The panicked meltdown was starting, and you wanted a bit of alcohol to help you through it.

You hear the music blaring from behind Dean’s closed door, causing your heart to beat a little harder. You look at the door as you walk past it, a tear finally breaking its way free. Your breath catches a bit as now… now is when your control breaks, and your mind starts to race.

I didn’t mean to get us hurt; you know. I’m sorry, I panicked. You could have cut me some slack.

Once in the library, you walk as if in a daze: your breathing starting to come in heavier pants, tears now running unchecked down your cheeks, your heart racing. You don’t even notice that Sam is sitting at one of the tables, on his laptop. He looks up at you with a gentle smile that quickly turns into a concerned frown.

It grabbed me by the ankle and yanked me down, my mouth filled with water. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t scream. I fought with everything I had in me to break free, but it wouldn’t let me go.

With a slight sniffle, you snatched a bottle of Jack Daniels off the liquor cart along with a glass. Your hands were shaking so much, it took a few tries to grab the glass correctly, and you ended up knocking a few other things over, but you were so wrapped up in the things happening in your head, you didn’t even notice it. Turning on your heel, you headed back out of the library.

It dragged me down, so far down into the water. Its claws dug into my ankle… it hurt so bad. I still have scars there. When it bit me… it bit me…

“Y/N?” you heard a voice call? You paused, turning slightly to look back over your shoulder at the library. Sam, his arm strapped to his chest and wet hair dripping on his grey t-shirt stretched tight over his shoulders. Your shaking got worse, your breathing ramping up quickly to hyperventilating. You didn’t know someone was there. No one was there.

No one was there to rescue me… I heard screaming, but was it my own? Was it my friends? I just remember drowning, flailing in the water, trying so hard to break free. Something sharp was in my ankle, another in my leg, it wasn’t letting me go, I couldn’t break free, no one was there, I couldn’t breathe… I can’t breathe… I…

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Sam asked, pushing away from the table. Your eyes had dropped down, staring at something only you could see. Meanwhile, your breathing had shortened to gasps, and your shaking was no longer just a shiver. “Hey, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“I can’t breathe…” you gasped, dropping the bottle. It shattered on the stone, causing you to jump at the sound.

“Y/N, don’t!” Sam shouted as he darted forward, trying to keep you from stepping barefooted on the broken glass. He was a few seconds too late; you had already stepped onto a rather large piece of broken glass. The pain in your foot triggered a deeper memory from your past, your eyes going wide and distant.

“No!” you screamed. “Let me go!”

The eyes of the Grindylow, the one that held her under the water, were red. They shouldn’t have been red. They don’t have red eyes, but this one did. Trying as hard as she could, she kicked with all her might to break free of the razor-sharp teeth that had lodged themselves into her leg holding her down underwater, but it was pointless. She couldn’t hold her breath any longer and she inhaled on instinct, only instead of air, it was water that filled her lungs…

You shrieked once the glass imbedded into your foot, and you side-stepped again causing you to stumble. As you fell backward, glass cut into your skin: your hand, your leg, your ankle. Sam got over to you and grabbed your arm to help you up, and you flailed out of his grasp, another scream escaping you. Sam let go of you and took a step back, watching as you scrambled away from him but onto the shattered glass and spilled liquor. You were gasping for air, clawing at your neck and kicking with your right foot, desperately trying to break free from a captor that terrorized your mind.

“Y/N?” he questioned.

“Let me go! Please, just let me go!” you plead between gulps of air, scooting as far away as you could. Spots of red followed where your hand was on the stone, a small trail of blood from your foot. “I don’t want to die, please,please!Just let me go!”

“What’s going on out here?!” Dean shouted, rounding the corner with his crutches. His angry expression changed to one of confused concern when he saw Y/N on the floor, shaking and gasping for air with tears running down her cheeks. Sam ignored Dean and stepped closer to Y/N. Being careful of the glass, he knelt next to her and listened to her mumbling.

I don’t want to drown, but I can’t breathe. I know I’m inhaling water, but I can’t seem to stop myself from trying to get air. I feel heavy and tired, and my eyes are starting to close. All I can see in the marshy water are those two red eyes and a green scaly face. Those eyes and that terrifying smile. I’m drowning and dying, and no one is helping me… no one helped me. It’s why I’m so scared of the water. I’m scared of the water. Don’t go in the water, the water will kill you…

“What is she saying?” Dean asked, sinking to a sitting position across the hall from Y/N. Sam shook his head.

“She keeps repeating ‘Don’t go into the water, the water will kill you’ over and over again,” Sam said. He shook his head reached out to pull Y/N toward him. This time, Y/N went willingly and once her forehead hit Sam’s chest – she burst into sobs. The brothers were startled.

“Whoa!” Sam exclaimed. “You’re safe, Y/N. You’re okay. You’re not in the water.”

“There’s no water around here, you can’t get into the water here unless you want to,” Dean followed. Y/N couldn’t hear them, her sobs quickly turning into gasping hysterics. Sam started to panic a little.

“We have to get her to calm down, or she’s going to blackout. You’re gonna have to help me, let’s get her between us,” he said, maneuvering her using his one arm. Dean nodded and reached out with his arms. With some cursing and some feisty footwork on Sam’s part, Dean ended up with Y/N leaning up against his chest, between his legs with her legs draped over his good one. Despite her shifting and pushing against an invisible monster, Dean wrapped his arms around a still shaking Y/N.

He hushed her as her hyperventilating picked up again, something her mind saw scaring her. Sam moved closer to her and rested his large hand on her back, causing her to jump and cry out. The brother’s eyes met over her head, concern for the woman between them growing.

“Shhh… It’s okay, Y/N. You’re safe here with us. We’re not going to let anything hurt you,” he explained quietly as he started to rub his hand up and down her back. Slowly, Dean started to rock her, resting his cheek against her hair.

“I don’t want to die,” the brothers heard her weakly cry out. The words caused Dean’s heart to clench painfully in his chest, He lifted a hand to cradle her head as he pressed his lips to her forehead. Sam watched on with tears in his own eyes, his own heartbreaking for Y/N. The amount of fear causing this panic attack was insurmountable, and he worried about all the times she did this alone without them to help her through it.

Slowly, Y/N’s hysterics dwindled off to simple tears and sniffles. Dean continued to rock her slowly, resting his cheek on her head, his eyes looking over to where Sam sat. Sam slowed his hand to simply just resting on her back, but the frown on his face grew. A few minutes later, Y/N was asleep, tears still making their way down her pale cheeks.

“She’s not telling us something,” Dean spoke quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. Sam’s eyes raised to look at his brother and slowly he nodded.

“Yeah,” he replied just as quietly. “And how much do you wanna bet whatever it is she isn’t telling us is part of why this hunt went wrong?” Dean’s eyes narrowed minutely, but Sam shook his head. “Whatever it is, it’s big. I’ve never seen her lose it like this, not even when her parents died.”

Dean looked away, chastised. Sam stood up with a sigh and grimaced as he adjusted his shoulder.

“Okay… Pillows, blankets, and some bottled water. I have a feeling we’ll be here a while since neither of us can pick her up and move her to a bed right now,” Sam said, breathing hard as he walked off. Dean watched as Sam disappeared into Dean’s room first, then moved across the hall into Y/N’s room. Moving slowly, he adjusted his position to get a little bit more comfortable on the stone floor of the hallway. Dean looked up at Sam when he walked back in with a frown.

“You wanna just leave the pillows and blanket, then go to bed, you can. No point in both of us staying up,” Dean said, adjusting Y/N in his arms. Unconsciously, Dean ran a hand over her hair as he settled her a little deeper into his arms, proving Dean wasn’t as mad at her as he led on and the brother was simply scared. It was something Sam noticed but didn’t comment on. Instead, he shook his head.

“I can’t sleep anyway. Keep seeing Y/N’s face down in the water,” Sam replied, draping a blanket over them. Dean tucked it around Y/N’s shoulders and smiled softly when she snuggled into the warmth. Sam dropped the armful of pillows and extra blankets he had before turning toward the kitchen. Dean took one of the pillows and stuffed it behind his lower back for support, another under his knee.

“Hey, bring me a beer!” Dean whisper shouted, causing Sam to wave a hand in acknowledgment. Dean looked back down at Y/N and shook his head as he threaded his fingers through her damp hair. “Just what are you hiding from us, sweetheart?”

As you came back to awareness, you immediately felt safe. You were leaning up against something warm, and someone was holding you close, which you didn’t realize you missed until just then. You snuggled closer to the owner of the warm chest you were laying on, causing the arms to tighten around you.

“She okay?” you heard a voice ask. Sam. That was Sam’s voice.

“Yeah, I think she was just adjusting her position,” she felt, more than heard. She tried to breathe air into her tight chest, inhaling the scent of musk and gunpowder. Dean… wait Dean? Where the hell were you? What the hell was going on?

“You got all of the glass out of her foot, right?” Dean asked. “I know it couldn’t have been easy one-handedly.”

“Yeah, I got it all. I stitched up the deep parts, but I think it’ll be okay.”

Carefully, you tried to open your eyes only to find them swollen and tender. That’s when you also realize that your nose is incredibly stuffy and that your head ached as well. It felt hard to breathe like you couldn’t get air into your lungs. Did you get sick? Catch something from the hunt? The… hunt…The… Water… The WATER…You sat up so suddenly, you startled both brothers. Looking around with your swollen eyes, you try to figure out where you are. Your breathing picks up and your heart starts to race as you look around.

“The water….” you exhale on a hiccupped breath, panic evident in your voice. When you feel someone grab your hands, you startle and look forward into Sam’s face. You blink rapidly, trying to get your brain to understand why Sam is underwater with you.

“Listen to me, Y/N,” he says, his voice steady and calm. “Listen to my voice. Can you hear me?”

You nod, if not a little frantically. Sam smiles gently at you.

“Good. I want you to do me a favor and take a deep breath with me, okay? Here we go,” he says carefully. You try to follow his movements, but it’s hard to breathe.

I can’t. I can’t breathe. Am I underwater again?

“No, you are not underwater again,” you hear another voice say, and you turn your wide eyes to look at Dean. He was the one holding you. “You’re in the bunker with us. You’re safe inside, away from the water.”

“The water,” you breathe. You feel your chest tighten once again and tears spring to your eyes. Your heart starts to speed up in your chest, pounding so hard there was no way Dean didn’t feel it. You blinked and a tear ran down your face, followed quickly by another one. “The water.”

“Hey, Y/N,” Sam says, causing you to turn your attention toward him once again. “Let’s try something different, okay? This is what Jessica used to do for me when I had panic attacks at Stanford. Can you tell me 5 things you see?”

“Wh… what?” you whisper with a shake of your head, your breathing starting to pick up. Dean tightens his arms around you and nods at Sam to try again.

“Tell me 5 things you see.”

“I see,” you start, looking around. “I see you. I see Dean. I see this blue blanket. I see those beer bottles. And I see the white gauze on my foot.”

“Good. That’s good. Now, tell me 4 things you feel,” Sam says with a nod. You nod slightly and think about it.

“I feel the blanket, and Dean’s arms around me. I feel…. I feel…” you slowly stop speaking.

“C’mon, Y/N, two more things,” Sam says, squeezing your hands. You look down then.

“I feel you holding my hands,” you whisper. “And I feel scared.”

“Okay, we can go with that for now. Can you tell me three things you can hear?” Sam questions you, an encouraging smile on his face. You close your eyes and listen for a moment, noticing that your breathing has slowed dramatically.

“I hear… Dean breathing, water dripping, and you talking to me,” you say quietly. Sam nods again.

“That’s great, Y/N. You’re doing great. What are two things you can smell?” he asks. You keep your eyes closed, trying to take a deep breath through your stuffy nose.

“Dean. I smell Dean and my shampoo,” you whisper. Sam squeezes your hands.

“And one thing you can taste,” he says quietly. You slowly open your eyes and look at him. Shame engulfs your expression suddenly, and you swallow hard.

“My tears,” you whisper, looking away. More tears slip from your swollen eyes and Sam lifts a hand to brush one away with his thumb.

“Okay,” Sam says, choosing to ignore the look for now. “Now, take a deep breath with us again.” You do as he says and take a deep breath with both Sam and Dean, feeling much more under control than before. “Better?” You nod. Sam then nods as well.

“Good. You had us worried, Y/N. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you lose your cool, let alone have a panic attack. And that was a pretty intense panic attack. I want you to know something, okay? There is nothing to be ashamed of for having them,” Sam said, staring you in the eyes. Your expression crumbled and you tried to look away, but Sam wouldn’t let you.

“Hey. You heard me say Jessica used to do this with me back at Stanford, right? That wasn’t a line. My entire time in college, I had panic attacks. Really bad ones, just like the one you had tonight. I couldn’t exactly tell her what they were about, but she found a way to help me deal with them anyway. The 5-step method always helped me get back under control,” Sam said.

“He, uh… he isn’t the only one who had to deal with them,” Dean said. You and Sam turned to look at him. “I’ve had them too. I don’t know what triggers them, but from time to time, I’ve just had them. Sometimes it’s Hell, sometimes memories from The Mark. My point is whatever it is that is triggering yours? You can tell us. We aren’t going to judge you for it. We’ve been there. Hell, we may even be able to help.”

You look down at your hands and swallow hard. You know you can trust them. They are your closest friends and the soldiers at your back. How many times have you saved each other’s lives? It was just so hard for you to talk about what happened.

“Why are you scared of water, Y/N?” Sam asked. You huffed out a breath and rolled your eyes.

“I’m not scared of water,” you muttered. Sam shook his head, confused.

“But I heard…” he started but you interrupted.

“I’m scared of deep water. I can handle showers, bathtubs, even swimming pools. But lakes, rivers, ponds, or the ocean? No. I won’t go there. I can’t go there,” you explained. Dean tightened his arms around you.

“So, earlier today, at the lake in the woods,” he started. You nodded, which caused Dean to nod.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” he asked gently. You turned to look into his green eyes with tears falling from her eyes again. This time, Dean wiped them away.

“Because then you would have asked me why, and I wouldn’t have told you, and you wouldn’t have let it go until I did,” you replied, defeated. Dean raised a brow at that.

“But you’re going to tell us now, right?” he asked. You heaved a deep sigh.

“I kind of have to now, after everything that’s happened,” you murmured. Dean looked over at Sam with an unreadable expression, but neither brother said anything to that. “Let’s get off the floor and somewhere more comfortable. This can’t be good for either of your injuries.”

Sam helped you stand, and once you were sure you could walk on your foot comfortably enough that you didn’t need assistance, you turned and helped Dean stand. You handed him the crutches, and if already in unspoken agreeance you three walked toward Dean’s bedroom. You helped Dean get situated in his bed, then made Sam do the same on the other side. You then head to the kitchen for something to drink, grabbing and tossing the excess bottles in the hallway along the way. Walking back to the bedroom with three open beers, you settled down for what was sure to be an emotional discussion.

“So,” you begin after taking a swig of your beer. “You guys ever heard of a Grindylow?”

“Like in the Harry Potter book?” Sam asked. Dean gave his brother a dirty look, which caused you to chuckle a little bit.

“Not exactly,” you said. You then told the brothers about what happened to you as a kid. Sam only had to calm you down once. Once you had explained everything, they were more than understanding which made you feel silly thinking that you couldn’t talk to them about the incident. After the talk, you felt exhausted, so you just crawled up between the brothers and snuggled down in Dean’s bed.

“Don’t make this whole ‘slumber party in Dean’s room’ a thing,” Dean said, looking over at the two of them. Looking a little longer at you, he reached over and grabbed your hand. You looked over at him and saw nothing but sincerity in his expression. “Maybe you can make this a thing, whenever you need me. My door and my bed will always be open to you.”

You smile, kissing Dean on the cheek.

“I heard that,” Sam said tiredly. You turn your head to look at Sam, who has his face toward you as he lays on his stomach. Slowly he opens one eye to stare at you. “But the same goes for me, Y/N. No matter what, you can come to either one of us. We’re both here for you. You never have to be afraid to come and talk to us about something that’s bothering you.”

In a moment of bravery, you lean over and press a gentle chaste kiss to Sam’s lips. A whispered ‘thank you’ is felt more than heard. Sam sneaks his hand up and cups your cheek to pull you back for another chaste kiss before pulling away, remembering they are in Dean’s bed.

Dean reaches over and shuts his lamp off, allowing the three of you to snuggle down into his memory foam.

“Thanks for not judging me,” you whisper, just as you are about to drift off.

“Just don’t expect me to do any more cases near deep water.” You hear both guys mumble something in return and just smile.

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The Way We Fall

Title: The Way We Fall
Pairings: Jared/StuntDouble!Y/N
Word Count: 4,896
Warnings: Cursing, Accidents, Coma, Fighting with idiots, NCIS-LA cast
#SPNMixedBingo Square Filled – Stunt Double AU

The last time Y/N had to do a fall like this, she was seriously injured and in a coma for 8 months. This time will be different. Jared decides he needs to be there in case something goes wrong again.

Jared slipped the necessary credentials over his head and walked onto the closed set. Occasionally, someone would call out to him, and he’d raise his hand in greeting, but he had one destination in mind. The special effects trailer was in the back of the lot near the props department.

“If it isn’t Padelecki,” he heard an agitated voice say. His eyes narrowed minutely at the harsh tone of voice, his already frayed nerves flaring. Turning his head, he laid eyes on Barrett Foa. It was no secret that the two didn’t get along, especially after the well-publicized fight that broke out at the NCIS-LA post-season party. Jared didn’t break his determined stride and continued his way to where he was going.

“Hey, I’m talking to you,” Barrett shouted. Jared turned on his heel with narrowed eyes, but a familiar hand on his chest stopped him in his tracks. Turning his head, he spotted eric Olsen standing next to him.

“Fuck off, Foa. Don’t you have a producer to go crying to?” Eric said, glaring fiercely at Barrett. Barrett continued to glare at Jared.

“I’m not talking to you Eric. I’m talking to the guy who doesn’t even belong here,” Barrett snarked. Eric smirked.

“Yeah? Well, I’m talking to you. Y/N made her choice, and it wasn’t you. Intentionally keep this shit up, and the rest of the cast will petition to get you kicked off the show. Now, beat it,” Eric said. Barrett opened his mouth to say something else, but another voice chimed in before he could.

“There a problem here?” Barrett turned to say something, but his mouth clicked shut when he saw Chris walking up, looking casual with his hands in his pockets. If there was anyone on the show that you didn’t mess with, it was Chris O’Donnell. Without another word, Barrett turned and walked off. The three men watched him until he was out of sight.

“I could have taken him,” Jared said, only half-joking. Eric laughed lightly, instantly dropping his hand from the big man’s chest.

“We learned that last time,” he said. Chris shook his head with a wry grin.

“Let’s leave the fighting to the stunt doubles today. Speaking of, I naturally assume that’s why you’re here today?” Chris said. Jared nodded, and the three started walking toward the trailer.

“Yeah, she was talking about it last night on the phone with me. She’s nervous about the fall. The last time she fell, she had a pretty bad injury. Left her out of the game for about a year,” Jared said, a frown on his face. Chris shook his head.

“I know they are taking extra precautions today,” he said. “Set up an extra rig for it and they have an extra airbag on the ground to make sure Y/N doesn’t fall through it again.” Jared nodded his head. Eric patted Jared on the back.

“She’ll be fine,” he said.

Y/N stood in jeans and a white tank top while the special effects team strapped on bags of fake blood and wiring to her body. Her arms were held out, hands resting on the shoulders of two techs, as they connected the devices. Behind her, one of the hairdressers fiddled with her hair to give it the perfect tousled look that Daniela had.

“I don’t know why you are bothering; I’m falling off a three-story building today,” she wittily said to Bethany, the woman working on her hair. Bethany laughed.

“You’re supposed to look like Kensi before you fall off the building,” she said. Y/N shrugged one of the techs straightened up and looked over Y/N’s body, causing her to laugh.

“Keep looking at me like that, Shawn, and I’m gonna start to worry,” Y/N laughed. Shawn darted his glance up at Y/N’s face with a wry smile before going back to double-checking his work one more time. He went back to fiddling with the wires to one of the direct connections.

“I wouldn’t want to be on Jared’s bad side,” he joked, causing Y/N to roll her eyes.

“Barrett had it coming. That asshole doesn’t know when to stop,” Y/N growled. Cyrus patted her on the shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I think he learned his lesson at last year’s wrap party,” he said. Y/N smirked as she thought back to the party.

“Yeah,” Shawn said. “He rightfully deserved every hi…” SPLAT!!

Suddenly, the entire special effects trailer erupted into hysterics as one of the three blood packs that Shawn was working on exploded in his face, covering him in bright red syrup. Shawn lifted his hands and wiped across his eyes, so he could open them, then looked up at Y/N from his place on his knees in front of her. She was laughing so hard, she was crying.

“Oh, my God,” Bethany cried. “I’m so sorry, but your face…”

“I didn’t even do anything!” Y/N yelled, laughing hysterically.

“You realize you need to take everything off and change your shirt now, then come back and put all this shit back on now, right?” Shawn said sternly, standing up. Someone threw a towel at him, the towel landing on his head.

“At least we know it works now?” Cyrus said with a delighted chuckle. The look Shawn gave him, his face half-covered in fake blood, made the entire trailer break down in boisterous laughter again. They didn’t even hear the door open or notice anyone walk in.

“What’s so funny?” Chris asked, and when Shawn turned and looked at him as he wiped the blood off his face and hair, he began to laugh. “Never mind.”

“Aren’t those blood packs supposed to be typically triggered by a remote?” Eric asked, snickering. Cyrus nodded his head as he unclipped the rig Y/N was wearing and helped her slip it off over her head. Bethany went to the back of the trailer and shouted out the window to have someone grab another white tank top.

“Someone has big fingers,” Cyrus muttered as he set the rig down on one of the tables. Y/N turned away from everyone and walked to the back of the trailer, not seeing who entered.

“I don’t want to hear anything about Shawn’s big fingers, thank you very much! It’s bad enough I have to have his hands all over my body as it is, and not in a fun way!” Y/N shouted from the back where she was cleaning up. Jared instantly raised a brow as he heard his gorgeous girlfriend’s words, a playful smirk on his face. Everyone turned to look at Jared, smiles on their faces as they eagerly waited to see how he would react.

“Why’s he got his hands all over your body and I don’t?” Jared shouted back. Everyone laughed knowingly when they heard Y/N squeal. They saw Y/N slide upfront in her socks, jeans, and sports bra splattered with red paint. “And you are running around without a shirt on? What the hell kind of operation are you running here, O’Donnell?”

“Don’t look at me, Padalecki. She’s not MY stunt double,” Chris laughed, holding both hands up in surrender. Y/N darted forward and jumped up into Jared’s muscled arms, planting a kiss on her boyfriend’s lips. She wrapped her legs around his trim waist to hold herself up, causing Jared to have to wrap his arms around her to keep her from falling.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asked. Jared laughed as he looked at himself, seeing the red marks on his shirt.

“I’m wearing your red paint, my dear,” he replied, setting her down. Y/N grimaced, carefully wiping his shirt with her hands.

“Sorry,” She said. “But seriously, what are you doing here?” Jared leaned down and affectionately pressed a kiss to her forehead, forgetting the people around them watching.

“Y/N! Tank top!” Bethany shouted triumphantly, throwing the tank top at her from behind. It landed on her shoulder and partially on her head. She pulled it off and laughed as she pulled it on. She glanced behind Jared to see Chris and Eric just relaxing and watching them.

“I’m here to see you make the jump,” Jared said gently, placing his hands on Y/N’s shoulders. Y/N’s face went from ecstatic to worry. Cyrus pulled Y/N back by her arm and set the rig back over her shoulders, this time with a fresh blood pack. Shawn spun in his chair and faced her again so he could set up the wiring.

“Arms up,” Cyrus said, pulling Y/N’s arms up. Y/N started at Jared, who leaned against the wall next to Eric and Chris.

“You’re here to watch me jump?” she asked cautiously. Jared nodded his head.

“I know you said you didn’t need me here to watch you, but I know you’re nervous and after what happened last time…” he said, but Y/N eagerly interrupted him.

“We’re not talking about last time,” she said with a shake of her head. She glanced at everyone else in the room, her eyes wide, then gae Jared a look. Jared raised a brow and nodded, the silent conversation between the two obvious. Everyone saw the shared look between them and didn’t say anything.

“Let’s just get this done so I can go home with my amazing man, okay? He flew in just to see me and I plan on taking full advantage of that,” Y/N said with raised eyebrows and a saucy smirk. Cyrus glanced up at Jared, Chris, and eric with a raised brow before returning his precise focus on the rig he was attaching. The feeling in the room subtly changed, and while Y/N was trying to lighten it, the darkness lingered all the same.

“Shawn,” Cyrus said, looking down at Shawn. Shawn glanced up at Cyrus before refocusing on attaching the wiring again. “Don’t blow your load this time.” Delighting giggles exploded inside the trailer; the tension was successfully broken.

“I swear to God, Cyrus,” Shawn cursed under his breath.

“Stop moving, Y/N!” Bethany reprimanded, a can of hairspray in one hand and spraying curls in place. Y/N smirked as she looked over at Jared, throwing him a knowing wink.

“So, what happened back there?” Eric asked as the three men walked away from the special effects trailer to give the team a chance to finish putting the rig together without distraction. Jared threw the man a cautious glance and shook his head.

“She’d undoubtedly kill me if she finds out I said anything,” he said with a pointed look. Eric made a zipped lip gesture. Jared shifted his direct gaze to Chris, who also agreed to keep quiet. Jared let out a deep sigh, glancing cautiously over his shoulder to be sure that Y/N wasn’t near them before relaying the story of her past.

“Y/N told me what it’s like to do a fall like this. She said even though you land on the airbag or the mattress, the air is completely knocked out of your lungs. They’re trained to inhale deeply as they are falling so when they land, they still have air in their lungs despite the punch pushing the air out. She said they are taught how to fall correctly so your head is cushioned on the airbag and your neck is protected,” Jared explained. “She told me it takes a few minutes for her to come back to herself, so she would just lay there for a minute or two until she could inhale properly…then just get up and walk away.”

“Okay…” Chris said, slightly confused with the explanation.

“The accident happened when she was on the Supernatural set, years ago… Maybe the third or fourth season we were on? She had to do a fall as a demon that Dean threw out a window,” Jared started, intentionally slowing their walk to a stop. He paused as he remembered that day.

“What happened?” Eric asked.

“Someone miscalculated somehow on that fall, and Y/N missed part of the airbag, and her head landed on the mat under the airbag instead. Her head snapped back, breaking her neck instantly,” Jared said quietly, his hazel eyes staring off in the distance.

“That explains why there are paramedics here today,” Chris said softly, looking at Eric. Jared nodded grimly.

“She stopped breathing for three minutes. They wouldn’t let me near her; they wouldn’t let anyone near her. Said we couldn’t move her until they knew her neck was stable. Jensen was devastated, thinking he just killed her. We had only been dating for about six months at that point,” he explained. Jared paused involuntarily for a moment, thinking back. He shook his head.

“She was in a coma for almost 8 months. When she finally woke up, the first thing she did was ask if she made the take. She had no what had happened.”

The three stood there quietly, lost in thought. Jared remembered spending every terrible night in the hospital for those 8 months, not leaving her side unless he had to. He wanted to be the first face she saw when she opened her eyes. Eeryone thought he was insane for willingly staying with her after only dating a few short months, but he knew how he felt and he knew it ws for the long haul. When she finally did open her tired eyes and askthat question, hebroke donw and cried fiercely. After all the things the doctors told him about not getting his hopes up and preparing for the worst, hearing her soft voice was the best thing he had ever heard in his life.

“I can’t believe she is still doing stunts,” Eric said impressively. Jared snorted at that.

“Everyone told her to quit. She told them to shove it; she knew what she wanted to do,” he said with a shrug. “She’s so lucky I love her.” The three men chuckled.

“Things are going to be fine today; you know that, right?” Chris asked. “There are so many experienced safety teams here and precautions being taken, you’d think this is a movie set and not just a tv show.” Jared nodded his head with considerable apprehension.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure things are going to be fine,” Jared said with a sigh. Eric clapped a hand on his shoulder and smiled knowingly.

“C’mon, ghostbuster. “Let’s head over to the set and get a good seat,” he said.

“So, the rig will blow with the gunshots that are supposed to hit, and then you stagger back and fall over the wall for the three-story drop,” the lead safety instructor pointed out from the ground. Y/N and two other safety technicians looked up at the top of the building. “Once you start the fall, we’ll trigger the foam that is around the second row of inflatables. The foam is like the rubber inside a latex pillow and will allow you to sing comfortably into it without any bounce. The farthest down you’ll go is halfway.”

“And this is going under the first and second inflatables as well, correct?” So that if there is a possible problem with them, there is something to catch me?” Y/N asked, her voice more serious than anyone had ever heard it. The safety instructor nodded.

“The foam will be under the inflatables as well, yes. We don’t use the mats anymore. The inflatables are green, so we can key them out for video, but the center one will be inflated one foot higher than the outer ring. It should catch you first and should there be any chance in the fall the out ring will be there to catch you,” the safety instructor explained. Y/N nodded her understanding as the three men walked up behind her. Jared put an arm around her, causing Y/N to look up at him. While her face was a mask of professionalism, he could read the apprehension in her eyes. The safety instructor looked up at the newcomers and frowned thoughtfully.

“Hey Eric, let’s give these guys a few minutes. Good luck on the fall, Y/N,” Chris said with a kind smile. Y/N looked over at him and smiled her thanks. As Chris and Eric walked away, Y/N looked up and Jared.

“No more mats,” she said softly, a timid smile on her lips. Jared raised his brows and looked up at the safety instructor.

“Really?” he eagerly questioned, intentionally causing the lead safety instructor to go through the entire explanation all over again. Jared nodded understandingly at the end and turned to Y/N. “Are you comfortable with all of this?”

“Yeah,” Y/N said, carefully taking a deep breath. “I think I’m good. No mats, taller airbags, the foam… We should be safer this time. No mistakes.”

“No mistakes,” Jared instantly agreed, gently kissing her on the forehead.

“Okay, let’s do this.”

Chris and Eric watched from the sideline as Jared and Y/N had a moment to themselves before she made her way to the top of the building. Now that they properly understood what made Jared show up to the fall today, they felt even more protective of their favorite stunt double.

“It’s kind of amazing that she’s alive, you know?” Eric said wistfully, his voice quiet. Chris nodded, watching as Jared gently pressed a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “That fall should have killed her.”

“Kind of gives you a whole new respect for their relationship. It survived something like that as early as it did, nothing can break it up. Even Barrett doesn’t have a chance,” Chris said with a snicker. The two glanced over at Barrett, who was sulking on the other side of the set.

“We gotta do something about that kid,” Eric said as Jared walked up to the stand next to them.

“Which kid?” Jared asked, having overheard the last comment. Eric tilted his head toward Barrett and Jared rolled his eyes.

“Fuck that guy. So long as he keeps his damn hands off Y/N and stays out of my way,” Jared said, a snarl under his breath. Eric smirked at him, and Chris chuckled at him. The men refocused their attention on the stunt in front of them as they heard the safety team call out their warnings. The apprehension rolling off Jared was felt by the other two men.

“Don’t worry, Jared,” Chris said. “She’s got this.”

“Okay, you two,” Scotty said on the roof as she looked at Y/N and the stand-in for the shooter. “You ready?” Y/N nodded her head. Scotty turned her head to Cyrus and Shawn, who were standing comfortably at the table that had the direct controls for the rig she was wearing. Two thumbs up and they were ready.

“Okay, safety team. We’re good,” Scotty said into a walkie-talkie in her hand. Y/N closed her eyes and said a little prayer as she stood on her marker.

Please let this go well. Please don’t let this be like last time. Please. Please. PLEASE.

As the speakers echoed around her with specific warnings from the safety team, Y/N opened her eyes and stared down at the man in front of her who was holding the prop gun. She studiously ignored the cameras, just like she would ignore the cameras mounted to the building to record as she fell. Instead, she focused on the things she knew she had to do to keep herself as safe as possible as she did the fall she was paid to do.

“ACTION!”

As the gunshots echoed in the air around her, she staggered her steps backward. With each shot, one of the explosions of red syrup exploded on her front… each one triggered by Cyrus and Shawn at the table near the stairs they took to get to the top of the building. Shot one, and she intentionally threw her right shoulder backward with a step back with her right foot. Shot two, and she troubled over slightly as if she had taken a shot to the abdomen with a staggering step back with her left foot. Shot there took her right foot back again, this one without a blood splatter but still had her bent over some. And shot four was the final shot that had her throw herself upward, her left foot stepping back and just touching the edge of the building, the blood splatter exploding from the exact center of her chest. There was a recorded shout of Kelsi! coming from somewhere and that was her cue to tilt over the side of the building.

As Y/N slowly tilted back, she forced herself to inhale, and suddenly she was weightless as the air rushed by her. Three stories flew by her in seconds, and suddenly she landed hard on the airbag below. The air in her lungs rushed out of her. Stars danced in front of her eyes, and she prompted closed them to encase herself in darkness as she felt herself become breathless. Her entire body tensed as everything froze and stopped cooperating with her mind. She heard her heart beating fiercely in her head, but nothing else seemed to function as she wanted it to. Her arms didn’t move, her legs didn’t move, her lungs couldn’t pull in air. Nothing.

The airbag she was on slowly deflated around her, but everything around her remained still… unmoving. Even her brain wasn’t able to efficiently produce a cohesive thought, no matter how much she tried to string words together to form a sentence. She knew she was starting to show visible signs of trouble as she couldn’t pull precious air into her lungs quite yet, and something inside of her was panicking at that. Everything in her body was tense and confused. It was as if her subconscious was waiting passively for her brain to tell it that it was okay, and breathing was okay. Then an anxious voice echoed in her ears, causing everything to kick into gear.

Jared held his breath when the scene began. He heard the gunshots and knew that Y/N was acting as if she was realistically being shot at. Then he saw her at the edge of the building. He watched anxiously as she fell the three stories down and land safely on the airbag, but then she didn’t move. He reminded himself that she explained how it takes her body about a minute to kick in and move after a fall. But it’s been a minute, hasn’t it?

“Why isn’t she moving yet?” Jared asked quietly. Eric shook his head.

“Just give it a second,” he whispered tensely. Jared uneasily shifted his weight between his feet, anxious eyes flickering between the airbag and the ambulance.

“She should be moving by now,” Jared said, shaking his head. He watched as the safety team started moving forward, frantically pushing the airbag down as they climbed on it. He caught a glimpse of Y/N’s disheveled hair and the white shirt she was wearing. Suddenly, he was moving.

“Y/N!!” he shouted frantically, rushing forward. That inadvertently triggered the paramedics to rush forward as well. By the time Jared got to where Y/N was laying, she was panting heavily and starting to sit up. The profound relief that hit Jared left him staggering his steps. He got to where Y/N was still sitting and grabbed her arm, causing her to turn and look at him. He instantly pulled her into his arms away from the paramedics, crushing her to his chest.

“Oh, my God,” he breathed in her ear. Y/N tried to wrap her arms around him from where he had them pinned. “You weren’t moving, and I thought…”

“I’m okay, Jay. I’m okay,” Y/N said breathlessly. Jared pulled back to look at Y/N and took in her dazed look, put his hand behind her head, and crushed his mouth to hers in a heated kiss. Y/N pulled away after only a few precious seconds, feeling breathless. Jared looked at her confused.

“I want to but,” she breathed with difficulty. Jared understood immediately. She couldn’t breathe properly yet. Instead, Jared moved to scoop her up bridal style in his arms and tenderly carried her off the airbag to the waiting ambulance so the paramedics could finish their examination. As they looked her over, Jared refused to let her go. Multiple people came by to talk to her, including Cyrus, Shawn, and Barrett.

“Hey, Jared,” Barrett said nervously. “Mind if I talk to you for a moment?” Jared’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his grip on Y/N tightened gently. Y/N looked up at him to get his attention.

“Go ahead,” she said gently, her voice stronger now that she had some time to rest. Jared looked down at her questioningly. “Seriously. Go ahead. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’ll be right back,” Jared said, gently pressing a kiss to her temple. Y/N smiled at the tender touch, then scooted off his lap so he could leave the vehicle. The paramedic moved out of his way so he could leave and returned his attention to Y/N. Jared and Barrett walked a few feet away from the ambulance, so they could speak privately.

“Make this quick, Foa,” Jared said sternly. “I don’t want to be away from her for a long time.”

“I just wanted to apologize,” Barrett said carefully, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Jared raised a brow, putting his hands on his hips.

“Come again?”

“Just hear me out, okay?” Barrett asked. Jared didn’t say anything and just stared at him. “I didn’t take your relationship seriously. I genuinely thought you two were just casual. I mean, she’s always flirting and messing around. You’re always flirting and messing around. I figured it was more of a friend with benefits thing. I didn’t realize how serious you guys were until I saw how you reacted when she fell…”

Jared stared at Barrett with narrowed eyes, watching carefully. How was it that everyone else around here understood how serious their relationship was, but Barrett couldn’t? then he saw how Barrett looked over at the ambulance where Y/N was sitting connected to a heart rate monitor, he saw the look in the guy’s sad eyes, and it clicked. The look Foa had was the same look he had when he looked at photos of him and Y/N together.

Barrett was in love with her, and he had to enviously watch her love someone else.

“It doesn’t excuse my erratic behavior, obviously. But I think I get it now. And I wanted to say I’m sorry,” Barrett said, turning his eyes to Jared. And Jared saw the hidden pain there, where Barrett finally realized that Y/N was never going to be his. “She’s madly in love with you, man. I should never have tried to mess with that.”

After a few long moments, Jared stuck his hand out. Barrett eagerly grasped it, and they shook, then hugged the typical one-arm man hug.

“Water under the bridge, man,” Jared said quietly. Barrett let out a relieved laugh before pulling back.

“Get back to your woman. Take that girl home. She really needs to get out of here before she loses her shit,” Barrett said before turning away. Jared watched him walk away with a new respect for the man before turning and jogging back to the ambulance. Sticking his head into the blocky vehicle, he smiled up at the woman of his dreams.

“What’s the official verdict, gentlemen? Can I take her home?” he asked, a goofy grin on his face. Y/N smiled at him as they started to carefully remove all their gear from her.

“She’s good to go. I say take it easy over the next few hours, take some Tylenol if you feel any soreness, but other than that, the upgrades did what they were supposed to. You’re fine,” one of the men said. Once Y/N was unhooked from everything, Jared held out an eager hand to help her get out of the ambulance and she stepped down with a relieved sigh.

“How about I go change clothes, and we go home? I think I’ve had enough excitement for the day,” Y/N said, keeping her fingers laced with Jared’s. The two started to walk leisurely toward the trailers.

“Really? I was thinking we could find a few more exciting things to add to today,” Jared said with a smirk on his lips. Y/N playfully poked him in the ribs.

“You heard the paramedic. I’m supposed to take it easy for the next few hours. I know we usually break the rules, but I’m going to listen to him this time. So how about a low-key early dinner and some brain-numbing television, and we see how things naturally go from there?” Y/N asked as they walked up to the trailer she was sharing with the other stunt doubles.

“I think that sounds like a plan, babe,” Jared said reassuringly, looking down at Y/N. Her smile turned soft, and she pulled him down to her by her shirt. Jared went willingly and eagerly responded when Y/N gently pressed a soft kiss to his mouth.

“Thank you for being here today,” she whispered fiercely, resting her forehead on his. “I didn’t realize I needed you here until I saw you.”

“I’ll always be here for you, babe. Always.”

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Happy Birthday, Sweetheart

Summary - Long distance relationships suck, especially if you can’t be with Jensen on your birthday but Jensen has a few tricks up his sleeves to make your birthday better.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x You

WC - 2150

Warning - Slight Angst, Fluff, Birthday, swearing SMUT(18+, MINORS DNI), p in v sex, almost getting caught and a little fluffy surprise.

Square Filled - • Long Distance Relationship AU (@spnaubingo)

•Jensen Ackles(@supernatural-jackles TMAS 2022)

•You didn’t even here me out(@taylorswiftbingo)

•Caught Red Handed(@spnmixedbingo)

A/N-Holy shit! It’s been so long since I posted something. Feelin’ kinda rusty here lol. I reached 1.1k followers today so this is also a thank you gift to you guys for following me!

And Happy Birthday, Abby (super late but please accept this gift, yours truly, Chan)

Also Abby is a Swiftie, just like me. So purposely, I have put in some Taylor Swift song references. Have fun finding them!

Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine.

“I don’t think I can fly back tomorrow.” Your eyes fluttered shut to stop the tears that were threatening to spill. When you opened them back, you saw the look of tremendous guilt and sadness on your boyfriend’s face. You didn’t want to cry in front of him and cloud his mind with more agony yet a stray tear managed to roll down your cheek. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. The covid protocols are…you know how it is…fuck, I miss you so much and it’s fuckin’ killing me that I can’t be there with you on your birthday.”

“Jay, don’t. It’s not your fault.” You said, placing down the ipad on the table and leaned back on the couch. You always thought the long distance relationship came with too much emotional baggage and pain but you were willing to accept them all because you fell for Jensen so hard and fast and the thought of living without him scared the shit out of you. “Just two more months and then I can move to the States and it’ll be okay.”

“I know but–”

“Jensen…” you sighed.

“You didn’t even hear me out.”

“What more can you say?”

“I miss you. These face times are not enough anymore. I-I want you…sweetheart, I need you with me, hold you close as I drift off to sleep and wake up with you in my arms. I just…need you here. A-and I’m tryin’ to get through the protocols.” Jensen’s green eyes were clouded with emotions, the loneliness weighing heavily on his shoulders.

“Even if you don’t make it to the flight, know that it’s alright. We’ll make it work. We always do.” You offered him a sad smile. You were seven thousand miles away from him. You knew that if he didn’t get on that flight within the next three hours, he wouldn’t be here with you on your birthday and it sucked. Just like him, you needed him with you. You missed him so bad.

Jensen didn’t say anything for the next few minutes. It was something you did often. No words said. You just wanted to be in each other’s company even if it was through the illuminated screen of your respective electronic devices.

“I love you,” you said to him and he flashed you his most beautiful smile. The type of smile that instantly lit up your world and made you happy. The type of smile you adorned a lot. The type of smile that feels like you’re home. He was your home.

“I love you too.” He said, “I’ll do my best.”

“I know you will, Jay.” He nodded.

It was your birthday but it didn’t feel like one. Since the morning, you hadn’t heard from Jensen and you were worried out of your mind. In the evening, you stood there in your party dress, looking around at the smiling faces of your friends but there was one thing missing. You kept checking your phone. You wanted him to be here so you got your eyes on the door hoping he would walk in any minute but he didn’t. And that’s when the feeling sank in.

You were going to spend your birthday without Jensen.

You blew out the candles, your eyes burning with the unshed tears. You tried to smile for the guests and laugh with your friends but your heart was filled with despair.

It was close to ten. You were lying on your bed after making an excuse of not feeling well. Your close friends had lingered around for a while before they left. That’s when you heard your sister call for you.

You sighed and pulled the covers close to you, not willing to socialise with anyone further. You heard the door creak open.

“Go away,” you grumbled.

“I didn’t spend the last thirteen hours on a flight to hear this, sweetheart.” You sat up and your heart did a somersault in your chest. You knew this voice all too well and you missed hearing the way it reverberated off the walls surrounding you, providing you some deep comfort.

“Jensen?” You sprinted towards the figure of a man lingering at the doorway and crashed into him, colliding with his firm chest as a pair of arms came up to wrap themselves around you. He brought your face to his and kissed your lips. Tears threatened to spill as your lips molded with his. You missed him so much.

He picked you up and you jumped to hook your legs at his waist and he let out a chuckle. With you in his arms, he walked towards the bed and put you down gently on the soft mattress.

“Hi, baby. Happy birthday.” He said.

“Hi.” Your words were a mere whisper as Jensen traced the outline of your face with his finger and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Where are you goin’?” You asked as he got up to close the door.

“I have something for you.” Jensen said as he closed the door to the room behind him. You wiggled your eyebrows at him and he rolled his eyes. “Get your mind outta the gutter.”

You pouted and he said, “I’m saving that present for later. But first–” he took a deep breath “–I want you to have this.”

You watched as he slowly went down on one knee. Eyes wide, you saw as he pulled out a jewellery box out of his jacket’s pocket. You gasped, standing up while he opened the box in front of you to reveal a ring inside.

“Jens…”

“Y/N, I…Holy shit, I thought this will be easy after practicing for the last five hours straight–” you laughed, a tear rolling down your cheek “–Sweetheart, I had this big, beautiful speech prepared but as soon as I stepped in this room, all I can see, all I think of is you. You remember what I told you last night? I want that, I want you and I want us. Every night when I go to sleep I want to feel you in my arms and know that I’m right where I’m supposed to be and then in the early morning, I want to be woken up by our kids jumping on us demanding breakfast. I’m so grateful for you every second. I’m grateful that somehow in this crazy universe with infinite possibilities, I met you.”

You were clearly sobbing and through the tears you said, “Yay, comic con!”

He chuckled and continued, “In you I have found the love that I never knew I needed. You’re my favourite human in the whole universe. There are many ways to be happy but all I need is you. So Y/N Y/L/N, make me the happiest person in the world and say yes, please?”

“Of course, yes! I will marry you, Jensen Ross Ackles!” You said and he grinned before putting the ring on your finger. He stood up and immediately pulled you for a kiss. It was enchanting and precious.

“I missed you, fuck…” he breathed in with his nose buried in the crook of your neck before moving his mouth to the south. You gasped, pulling your lip in between your teeth to stop the moan that was threatening to leave you as his lips found the sweet spot on your neck.

“Jay…we can't–”

“Why?” He asked.

“Everyone is present downstairs. I don’t trust myself to not make a noise.” You said.

“I just need to feel you. Please,” he panted as he bucked his hips and his bulge grazed past your thighs. A whimper escaped your lips and you knew it would be impossible to not make a noise if Jensen carried on with his actions. But as much as he needed you, you needed him as well. It had been too damn long. So you reached out, roughly trying to get him out of his pants.

He smirked, raising a brow. “We got ten minutes. I need you inside me, now.”

“Yes, ma'am.” He pushed you down on the bed behind you, hiking up your skirt and discarding your panties, before shoving down his pants along with his boxers. He wrapped his palm around his cock, giving it a few strokes before aligning himself with your entrance. His swollen tip nudged at your wet pussy. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re fuckin’ wet.”

“You have been away for way too long!” You said, followed by a hiss as he pushed himself inside you at a tantalising pace. Your lips fell open to form an ‘O’ as he remained seated inside you, filling you to the brim. He started to move, pulling out to the tip before pushing himself in again, the move making you moan. Once he found his rhythm, he continued to thrust into you and you bucked your hips to match with his moves. His hand moved to rub at your clit and you cried out in utmost pleasure. Even after months of being apart, he knew how to get you going. Deliriously you both chased down your release. His thrusts had become more rough and small groans left his lips, filling the room.

He pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves on your pussy and you were really close to your climax. His thrusts became erratic and a knot formed in the pit of your stomach.

“Jay–” your moan was ungraciously cut off by a knock on your door. Your eyes widened in shock and the same surprise was clearly evident on Jensen’s face.

“Fuck–” he groaned, his pace faltering a bit but he kept circling his hips to not lose his rhythm. “Answer.”

“What?” You whispered but the look on his face sent a shiver down your back. The thrill of almost getting caught was such a turn on for him. As you opened your mouth to answer to whoever was on the other end of the door, he picked up his pace. Asshole.

You suppressed a moan and asked, “What is it?”

“Is Jensen stayin’ for dinner?” It was your sister who asked the question.

“Y-yeah–” you bit into your lip “–yeah he is.”

“Come for me. I need you to come for me.” You were so close and with another deep thrust, your coil finally snapped as a wave of sheer ecstasy washed over you. The scream that almost left your lips was swallowed by Jensen as he kissed you hard. He continued to fuck you through you release, his thrust never faltering s he closed on to his own climax. A few more thrusts and he spilled into you, coating your walls with his seed and growling when he came. He slowly stopped his thrusts, lazily circling his hips, until he went soft inside you.

“Holy shit!” He chuckled, and pulled out of you. You whimpered at the loss of him.

“Holy shit, indeed.” You panted and kissed the crown of your head softly and towards the bathroom to clean himself up. When you finally found your strength to walk, you followed his lead and went to the bathroom.

“I was gonna bring you a washcloth.” He said and you ruffled his hair, knowing how much he loved washing you and cuddling with you after sex.

“Well thank you for being a gentleman but we need to go downstairs as soon as possible.” You said before stepping in front of him to clean yourself.

It was a little over ten minutes after your sister called you for dinner, that you and Jensen went downstairs. He had cleaned up, changed into a much more comfortable sweatpants and tshirt and brushed his sex hair but the post coitus bliss on both your face was clearly visible and it got a raised brow from your sister. If the others had taken notice, they refrained from saying anything which soon turned into a huge ruckus of congratulations when you announced your engagement.

Later that night, you and Jensen were lying on the couch with your sister sitting in the chair as you three watched a movie when she said, “I can’t keep covering for your asses.”

“What do you mean?”

“You guys were so not quiet. Thankfully, I turned up the music!” Your mouth fell open and a heat of embarrassment crept up your neck while Jensen just laughed.

“Can’t help it when my fiancée is so hot.” Jensen said.

“Ew. Jensen, that’s my sister, you’re talking about.” She scrunched up her nose in disgust, “You guys are insufferable! I’m going to bed. Don’t you dare christen the couch with your nonsense!”

“Can’t make any promises!” You and Jensen yelled back together and when your sister gagged, you both laughed loudly and continued to watch the movie.

The end credits rolled in. You sighed, letting your head rest against his chest. He kissed your head, whispering, “I love you.”