Summary:Jensen films in Vancouver, his wife Ava films in Atlanta.Living and working in different countries is hard but the reunions are definitely worth it!
Characters:Jensen Ackles x Ava Ackles (OFC), Madeleine (Maddie) Ackles (mentioned).
A/N:Text in italicsare internal thoughts. As always, this hasn’t been beta’d, so all mistakes are mine. Enjoy, like, reblog, comment, give feedback – all would be appreciated!
She licked and kissed her way up his body, paying extra attention to his neck until finally, she reached his lips and kissed him passionately. One of his hands caressed her side and back, the other settling on the back of her neck and squeezing gently. She pulled away from his lips and trailed open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and up his cheek. “Tell me what you need, baby,” she purred into his ear, lightly biting on his lobe, and smiling as his abdominal muscles twitched under her thighs.
“Ride me. Slowly,” he groaned.
“From the front or back?” She asked before lowering her head back down and sucking at the soft spot on his collarbone.
“Uhh, fuck!” His hips bucked up, looking for some much needed friction. “Front, Princess. I need to see you when you come!” He growled.
Raising her hips, she reached a hand between her legs and gently grasped his solid member placing it at her entrance, slowly sliding him inside her, both moaning the entire time. When she bottomed out, her hands skimmed slowly up his torso and chest before curling around those broad shoulders she loved so much and gripped gently to keep her balance. Jensen’s hands caressed her knees before sliding up her thighs, over her hips and coming to a stop on her waist. He tightened his hold on her when she began rocking her hips lazily up and down his length.
“Shit, Jensen! It feels so good!” Ava gasped as she set herself a slow and sensual pace.
Summary:You and Jensen get hot and heavy (and loud!) in your hotel room.
Pairing:Jensen Ackles x Reader
Bingo Square: Quote J
Warnings:Language, smut, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), face riding, fingering, a little bit of spanking, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!)
Word Count: 2,997
A/N: This is written as a submission for Tell Me A Story Bingo hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The square filled is “Quote J” and the quote used is in bold. This was so much fun to write, I hope you enjoy it! This hasn’t been beta’d so all mistakes are my own.
“Come on!” Jensen said, frustration evident in his words and wildly gesturing hands. He’d pushed and pulled on every switch but the spotlights on the ceiling of their hotel room remained on. Making his rounds to check every switch in the room for the third time, he was becoming desperate.
You’re lying in the big comfy bed looking like a Goddess in the plum, lace underwear set he’d bought you as a present. Well, it was more of a present for him, but whatever. He desperately wanted to be in that bed with you instead of dealing with this shit.
“How the hell do we get these lights off?” He murmured, travelling around the room again flicking all the switches.
“Babe, just come to bed.” You said.
“I won’t be able to sleep with that light on!”
“I can think of something that’ll make you so exhausted, you won’t care,” you bat your eyes at him.
A deep groan rumbled from his chest knowing exactly what you meant. “Just give me a minute,” he said as he appeared at your side of the bed to flick the switches next to you. You can’t help yourself as you reach out and grab at the half-hard bulge you’d been working on with your hands before he decided to turn some of the lights off and get cosy.
Summary:Since her Mom walked out on them, Jared has been losing control of his bratty, promiscuous daughter, Y/N. When she fails her senior year and can’t graduate high school, Jared’s best friend, Jensen, offers Y/N a place at his private all girls boarding school, promising her father he’ll discipline her and improve her grades. But Y/N doesn’t go down without a fight, and Jensen’s methods of getting Y/N’s grades up take an interesting turn.
Pairing:Principal!Jensen x Bratty Student!Reader || With scenes of… JDM x Reader // JJ Julius Son x Reader // Reader x Other
Series Warnings/Tags: Age gap (Reader will be 18/19, Jensen will be 43), inappropriate relationship, teasing, flirting, seduction, daddy kink, spanking, caning, smut, role playing, taboo relationship – each chapter will be tagged individually
A/Ns:The aim of this game is to overload you with smut, pull you back from the edge with a healthy dollop of angst, drop in some taboo and teacher kink, and finish you off with a nice helping of the visual of Jensen Ackles in a suit, putting a bratty school girl in her place… enjoy…
A/N: Turned out really fluffy, but it made my heart full.
Misha was grateful but nervous as he arrived home, fresh off a tour of duty. Eighteen months away from home seemed like a lifetime, especially after all he had seen and been through in that time. It would have felt impossible, if it hadn’t been for his best friend, Jensen.
When he enlisted, Jensen was excited and supportive, but Misha knew he was hurting. They grew up together, were always together. His enlistment was really the first long stretch of time they’d had apart. But Jensen wrote constantly, keeping Misha aprised of the things at home and reminding him that he was loved and missed.
The night before he left, Jensen threw him a party, enjoying one more night before they would have to bid farewell. So it wasn't that much of a surprise when he walked into his family’s home to a large crowd of happy people welcoming him home.
Of course, Jensen was center stage, a bright smile on his face to greet his best friend. Of course, Jensen was his first hug, the familiarity of it grounding him and releasing the nervous tension he was holding.
“Welcome home, man,” Jensen beamed, “We’ll catch up later when we have a minute, yeah?”
Misha nodded, knowing all the people around him would want his time and attention. All he wanted was to sit and drink a beer with Jensen, but that would have to wait.
What seemed like hours later, people finally started leaving the party, the house emptying out and quieting down quickly after. When Jensen handed him a beer and lead the way to the chairs out back, Misha was at peace.
“So glad you’re back, man,” Jensen spoke, “You have no idea how much you were missed around here.”
“Oh, well Mrs. Carter told me exactly how much I’ve been missed.”
The pair chuckled together, Jensen shaking his head, his smile unable to leave his face.
“Yeah, well, she’s not the only one,” Jensen added with a nervous chuckle.
He ran a hand on the back of his neck and Misha tilted his head in confusion. He knew those tells, but he didn’t understand why Jensen would have them now. Except, maybe he did because something had started to shift between them before he left. While he was away, Jensen was his rock, his go-to, his piece of home.
“You kept me going over there, you know?” Misha admitted, fidgeting with the bottle in his hands, “You kept in touch and no matter what was going on I knew you’d be there to listen and respond.”
Jensen’s constant contact meant more to him than he could really put into words.
“I was so worried,” Jensen admitted, his voice shaky, “I didn’t know if I’d see you again. If you’d even make it h-home.”
Seeing him so shaken broke something within Misha. Taking a chance, he reached over, squeezing Jensen’s hand in his own. When Jensen met his eyes, he squeezed once more to reassure him.
“Asshole,” Jensen affectionately grumbled, letting a tear drop as he lurched forward, hugging Misha tightly once more.
A part of him was afraid if he let go, Misha would disappear right before his eyes as if it were all a dream. So he held tighter and Misha reciprocated as they settled back into the familiarity that was them, and maybe something more.
Jared tends bar in a nowhere railroad town and has no memories older than a year. When strange men try to kill him he’s rescued by a man he recognizes but doesn’t know, a man who says his name is Jensen and claims they used to know each other. Jared leaves town with him, full of questions – who is Jensen? Why did he risk his life to save Jared’s? Will Jared ever recover his memories? And most importantly, why do people want to kill him? - “The Mechanisms Of Memory” by tsukinobara
The nsfw picture that tumblr cannot handle can be found in LJ and Twitter
Special Agent Jensen Ackles is working day and night to bring down the infamous Cortese Drug Cartel. His workload is so demanding that he hasn’t been laid in months, which is probably why he’s crushing hard on Jay – the hot guy who recently opened Jack of Tarts, the awesome new bakery near the office. They’ve been flirting for weeks and Jensen is sure it’s building up to something mind blowing. Someone trying to blow his brains out while he’s getting his daily cupcake fix is not exactly what he had in mind. Drop Dead Fed by zara_zee
For 2018 @j2reversebang I had the pleasure to work with zara_zee
While at the beach with best friend Jared one afternoon, Jensen is stung by a jellyfish. Jared offers first aid, but Jensen just wants him to kiss it and make it better. Read on AO3
PART TWO OF FIVE; also available to read on AO3 HERE
Story Synopsis: While investigating what remains of the infamous Léry’s Memorial Institute for their popular channel, two Youtube celebrity ghost hunters go missing overnight, vanishing in a freak occurrence that has decided to lay claim to their souls.
While the world they were abruptly taken from grieves their absences and tries to figure out what befell the beloved comical duo, Ryan and Shane struggle to make sense of the new, terrible and violent reality they’ve woken up in. Drawn to a campfire that never seems to burn out, they meet others who have been condemned to the same, eternal fate and are forcibly taught how to survive in an attempt to keep their collective hope and souls alive.
Notes:it took a while but HERE IT IS. the next part. pls enjoy thank.
…….(why cant i do line breaks anymore this is a shitty line break sorry)…….
There was no sign of a robbery, nor even a hint of a struggle when the camera crew came back to find Shane and Ryan’s sleeping bags empty the next morning. The static camera that had been pointed at them all night was still there, red light on and blinking dutifully with purpose, unaware that the subjects it was meant to be capturing were now gone. No one quite knew what to make of it as they looked upon the untended sleeping bags laid out so pristinely with no one in them, but they didn’t suspect that anything odd had happened- not at first.
“Maybe they’re just out exploring something they forgot to film last night,” Mark suggested with an easy shrug, not yet concerned about Shane and Ryan’s respective absences. He strolled over to where the overnight camera was still recording and knelt down to turn it off and pick it up, ready to pack it away.
“They left all their gear here, though,” Devon said, voice wavering uneasily as she pointed out where the small, handheld cameras they used to film while walking around had been left behind. Even their cellphones lay discarded between the two sleeping bags, explaining why they hadn’t checked in with her when she’d texted earlier. Dread coiled low in her stomach as she watched the little green alert light flash unread on both of their phones.
Mark stared at their discarded equipment with an odd, curious look in his eye that Devon couldn’t decipher, but if she had to take a guess, she’d pin it as something close to concern. He opened his mouth to say something but then shut it, shrugged again, and wound up saying, “In that case, they probably just went out to take a piss or something; they’ll be back.”
Devon wanted to ask him how likely that actually was, but didn’t. Instead, she looked to TJ for his thoughts on where they might have gone, attempting to convey her unease to him without words. He had the authority to declare their disappearances an emergency if he thought there was enough cause for alarm to do so, and she was beginning to suspect that there was. She thought of the voice the spirit box had projected to them the night before and shuddered.
“If they’re not back here in ten minutes, we’ll start looking for them,” TJ said after a moment, sounding more annoyed than anything. He checked his phone for the time and sighed irritably as he tucked it back into his jacket pocket. “With how antsy Ryan was last night, you’d think he’d be raring to leave as soon as he could. He knows as well as I do that we’re on a tight schedule for this one, we don’t have the time for them to be fucking around.”
It wasn’t the answer she’d been hoping for, but it was one she could live with. They’d start looking for them eventually, and that was better than not at all.
Of the three of them, Devon admittedly was the closest to what Ryan called people who believed in the supernatural as ‘Boogaras’; Mark and TJ were strong-minded skeptics like Shane, and wouldn’t think to attribute their disappearances to something unworldly. Even though she wasn’t an advent believer in ghosts and spirits or the like, she nevertheless maintained the faith that they couldexist, and that nagging, back of the mind thought of ‘what if’ was persistent enough to make her want to review the overnight recordings, just to know. Just to be sure that the terrible voice really had nothing to do with it.
“Could I take a look at that real quick?” Devon asked quietly, addressing Mark who was still holding the static camera. He gave it over to her without comment, though he seemed hesitant to do so, pausing slightly as it traded hands.
With the camera in hand, she sat down on the bottom hem of one of the sleeping bags and pulled out the side screen, a worried crease marring her brow as she powered it back on. Mark walked away from her and milled around the room idly before TJ made the decision to start the search early.
“Text us if they come back before we do; we might as well go get the other cameras now to save some time,” TJ said to Devon as she fiddled with the camera. He got a brief nod of acknowledgement in response before he turned away, gesturing for Mark to join him in his effort to roundup the rest of their equipment.
As they left the treatment theatre, she could hear them calling out Shane and Ryan’s names loudly as they slowly wandered away from her, echoing choruses of “Shane! Ryan! What the fuck, guys?” bouncing unheard off the walls. She bit into her lower lip, gently worrying at it with her teeth as she began to watch the playback of the overnight footage.
Fast-forwarding through the camera crew’s departure, Devon resumed normal play speed once the recording reached the point where Shane and Ryan were first left alone. She listened keenly to the conversation they’d shared the night before, trying to gather as much insight into their disappearances as she could despite the fact that the audio was tinny and un-optimized. The conversation ended when Shane went to sleep, but from what the night vision allowed her to see, it looked like Ryan had stayed up for a good while longer. A small smile of amusement broke her look of severe concentration as she fast-forwarded until Ryan was finally able to sleep, his head humorously twitching around as he looked after phantom noises in the dark.
There was nothing immediately alarming in the video as she slowed it down and sped it up intermittently, but she wasn’t sure what exactly she should’ve been looking for, or if there was even anything worth seeing. There was no dark, mysterious, looming figure hiding in the shadows behind them that was waiting to pounce on them now that their guards were down. There wasn’t even any sort of weird half-formed manifestation of a disturbed spirit upset with their presence hanging over their bedrolls, or anything else that could suggest supernatural foul play; the footage simply showed Shane and Ryan asleep in their bags until it didn’t.
Devon paused and blinked, not realizing that she’d lost sight of them. She rewound the footage to find the point where they’d disappeared on screen, watching with surprise as they popped back into frame a minute later, sleeping soundly with Shane rolled onto his stomach and Ryan turned over on his side. She watched the video carefully as she let it play, and again, it showed them sleeping undisturbed until it simply didn’t.
Incomprehension spread quickly across her face as she backed the video up and played it forward again, trying to make sense of what she was seeing; their bodies weren’t blinking or fading out of the picture, the recording wasn’t skipping frames or glitching, but after the video reached a certain point they just weren’t thereanymore.
She felt cold as she checked the time stamp, watching the seconds as they passed by uninterrupted, indicating that there was no recorded loss of time. Everything was working as it should be, nothing had been tampered with; Shane and Ryan were simply gone. They just were.
‘Here today, gone tomorrow,’ her mind unhelpfully supplied for her as she sat staring numbly at the screen.
Distantly, she could hear the combined shouts of Mark and TJ as they continued calling out, their voices no longer calm but tinged with panic as they failed to locate their friends. They were almost screaming, and the sounds were shrill to her ears.
It was still in the early stages of fall the day Shane and Ryan went missing, but already a cold, steady wind was blowing unimpeded through the long and empty hallways of Léry’s Memorial Institute.
2
There were many times when Ryan would wake up the morning after an on-location shoot and forget where he was and what he’d been doing the night before. Bleary-eyed and poorly rested, he’d roll over in his sleeping bag to relieve an ache in his back or a kink in his neck from a night of sleeping on hard floor and slowly give himself over to wakefulness. It always took a few minutes for his mind to catch up with his memory, and when it did- when he remembered correctly where exactly he was- his anxiety would flare up until he checked to make sure no ghost or demon had done anything harmful to him in the night. But even after he inevitably found himself unscathed, it wouldn’t be until he saw Shane still asleep somewhere nearby that his panic would begin to abate, little by little, his tall friend’s presence offering him more peace of mind than he could ever provide for himself. This made the mornings where he woke up alone and disoriented all the worse, serving as a not-so-gentle reminder that he relied too much on Shane’s ability to ground him. He doubted he’d be half as brave as he scripted himself to be without him, and some days, knowing that about himself stung.
So when he woke up face down in a pile of brown leaves, alone and with no knowledge of where he was or how he got there, his first instinct was to panic.
Ryan slowly pushed himself off the ground and sat up, dead leaves clinging to the side of his face like they were still attached to the branch of a tree. He could feel his eyes bulging as he looked around, his breath hitching in his chest when he saw no sign of Shane nearby. Their sleeping bags and equipment were also gone, and as he frantically checked his hoodie pocket for his cellphone, he was distraught to find that it wasn’t with him.
He sat still in the middle of the clearing for a moment longer, wrestling for control over the fear that threatened to consume him. He forced himself to take in deep, calming breaths and closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind and flush his body of the terror he wasn’t quite sure was warranted just yet.
When he opened his eyes again, he did feel somewhat calmer, but the fluttery manifestations of his anxiety still held firm in his chest, making his voice tremble when he finally spoke. “Shane?” he called out tentatively, hardly able to raise his voice louder than a whisper. He slowly brought himself to a stand as he waited for a response, though if there was one to be heard, he didn’t hear it.
The dead leaves crunched underfoot as he turned around in place warily, scanning the surrounding trees for any sign he might have missed that indicated Shane could be nearby. There was a slight fog ghosting over the forest floor that made it difficult to discern if anyone else was in the area, and again, the terror of realizing he’d woken up outdoors when he’d definitely fallen asleep indoors threatened to overtake him.
“Shane?” he called again, mustering his resolve to speak louder and be properly heard. His voice carried and echoed through the trees as he waited with stilled breath, trying to tamp down on the fear that he could feel threatening to burst out of him like a bird full of aspirin. He called Shane’s name again, still louder, and even he could hear the subtle, frantic tones lining his voice as the echo supplied by the surrounding woodland repeated it shrilly back to him. He opened his mouth to call out a fourth time, but was stopped mid-inhalation when he was finally met with an answering grunt.
Relief flooded him as he heard Shane’s heavily sleep-laden voice respond at last, a mumbled, “’m over here, Ryan,” being one of the sweetest sounds he could recall having heard in recent days.
“Oh, thank God,” he mumbled to himself, taking a moment to breathe deeply when he felt the tremble in his voice creep out of his throat and into his limbs.
Ryan followed the direction Shane’s voice had come from over to the edge of the small dell, wherein he found him sitting with his back pressed up against the trunk of a thick tree, sat facing the deeper recesses of the dark forest. He was covered head to toe in leaves, looking very much like he’d been the victim of some errant landscaper who’d been too assed to dump the load elsewhere. Shane himself looked thoroughly confused about it as he started swiping the leaves off the sleeves of his denim jacket.
“Are we- are we outside?” he asked, looking up at Ryan in surprise when he got closer. The corners of his eyes were still crusted with sleep.
“Sure seems like it, bud,” Ryan said, reaching down to offer a hand to help him up. He couldn’t help his nervous laugh as Shane took it and sprung up suddenly, scattering the leaves around him unceremoniously.
In the back of his mind, Ryan both hated and envied how calm Shane looked, even if he had just woken up and didn’t fully understand what was going on yet. Not even five minutes ago Ryan had been in the same situation and had immediately taken to panicking, whereas Shane, for the most part, appeared unbothered; Ryan found his ability to maintain relative calmness at all times endlessly frustrating when he couldn’t manage to do the same for himself.
“Okay,” Shane said slowly, looking around them curiously, taking in their surroundings with unfocused, sleep-ridden eyes before he looked back to Ryan. There were still a few dead leaves trapped in his flyaway hair, making him look like some kind of tall, displaced woodland nymph in Ryan’s frazzled mind. “Mind telling me why that is?”
“Your guess is as good as mine. I woke up over there,” Ryan said, pointing back the way he’d come. Shane craned his head to look into the small glade, confusion written plainly across his face.
He furrowed his brow and scratched the side of his nose, dislodging some of the crust he found there as he shifted his eyes back and forth between Ryan and the area he’d allegedly woken up in. “Is this some kind of bit you’re trying out?” he asked slowly and uncertainly, flicking away the crusty discharge on his finger.
“What? No, this isn’t a bit.” Offended, Ryan took a step back and then gestured around them. “How, or better yet, whywould I want to do this? Who would even find this funny?”
Shane squinted at him dubiously and quirked his brow sharply, mistrustfully. “This is a bad bit, Ryan.”
“It’s not- this isn’t a bit!” Ryan exclaimed, his fear momentarily taking backseat to the indignation he suddenly felt. “I’m not trying to Punkyou here, dude; I don’t know how we got out here, okay? I’m fucking scared, and if you’re just going to stand there and- and criticizeme over a bit I’m not even doing, then- fuck, man.”
Ryan’s breath left him in a single hot exhalation, his body shaking with the strain of trying to relay how serious he felt the situation was. Shane stared at him, equal parts surprised and taken aback; rare were the days when Ryan actually let his frustrations with his skepticism loose, and those arguments never ended well. A memory surfaced in his mind of an argument they’d had that had gotten so out of hand they’d resorted to only communicating through texts for an entire week. Everyone had suffered from it, and rather than continue to antagonize him, Shane’s timid nature demanded he relent, lest they undergo a repeat of that chaotic event.
“Alright, calm down, no need to tear me a new one,” Shane said placatingly, his soft brown eyes looking down at his companion sympathetically. Ryan forced himself to take a deep, shuddery breath and irritably wiped away the leaves that were still plastered to the side of his face, practically slapping himself in his urgency to be rid of them. “Let’s just, head back inside and we’ll get it all sorted out, alright? I’m sure Teej and the rest of them are wondering where we are by now; it must be, what, seven? Eight? Hell, maybe even nine.”
Shane wriggled his eyebrows scandalously in an admittedly poor attempt to lighten the mood, hoping to have the minor argument dismissed entirely. Ryan’s lips twitched into a frown as he shrugged carelessly, taking the bait to look at his watch to confirm the time. The digital display didn’t light up when he tilted his wrist towards himself, though, which he found odd, since he distinctly remembered having charged it only two nights ago in preparation for the trip. He glanced up at the sky to try and judge the hour in relation to the sun, but it was too gloomy and overcast for him to determine anything concrete. He couldn’t even pinpoint the sun’s location through the cloud coverage, which again struck Ryan as odd; he’d made sure to check the weather days in advance to make sure they didn’t get rained out, and from what he could remember, it was supposed to have been nothing but clear skies and strong sunshine all week long. There’d been no mention of clouds or low-hanging gloom, but when he pointed this fact out to Shane, he merely shrugged and glanced at his own watch.
“Meteorology isn’t an exact science, Ryan; it’s more of an… approximation,” he said casually, to which Ryan groaned loudly in frustration. Shane ignored him and tipped his wrist to glance at the clock face of his own watch and was met with a curious stillness. The hands weren’t moving, and didn’t start ticking again even after he tapped the glass expectantly. He frowned, but didn’t give it anymore thought. “Odd as it is,” he said while adjusting his jacket sleeve back over his wrist, actively avoiding Ryan’s scrutinizing gaze, “let’s just start heading back. You know how TJ gets when he’s trying to maintain a schedule; he’s going to crucify us if we miss the flight.”
“Are you seriously going to ignore the fact that bothof our watches are dead?” Ryan asked, perplexed by Shane’s nonchalance. He was met with a simple shrug in response and could feel the indignation he’d felt earlier resurfacing. “Something seriously fucking weird is going on here and you’re not even going to acknowledge it? We both woke up outside,for fucks sake! I understand that because of your Bigfoot ancestry, this might come as normal for you, but this is nota normal occurrence for me! I don’t even have my phone with me to call TJ; do you?”
Shane paused, a half-hearted attempt to explain away just how they’d both woken up displaced and outdoors dying on the tip of his tongue at the mention of his phone. He checked his pants pockets first, patting his Chinos down vigorously with a frown before moving on to his jacket, but didn’t find it there, either. When he realized his phone wasn’t actually on his person at all, Ryan finally saw a flash of vulnerability crack through his calm exterior. Shane’s face fell, and he looked more confused now than he had when he’d woken up underneath a pile of long dead leaves.
He lowered his arms slowly and took another long look around them, finally coming to realize that their bizarre situation was due in part to some external factor that was thoroughly out of their control.
“Bergara, you better swear to me right now that you’re not trying to prank me here-” he began to say, his voice pitched low in warning.
“I swear,” Ryan said, speaking earnestly and perhaps a little too eagerly. He didn’t like the way Shane was so quick to mistrust him, even if it was in his nature to be skeptical. “Again, there’s no way I’d even be able to drag your freakishly long body out here without waking you up first; I’d fumble all over your bonestilts and drop you down a stairwell or something before I could even drag you through the exit. You’re a heavy sleeper, but even you wouldn’t be able to sleep through a broken neck.”
Shane’s brows were knit tightly together in a very serious expression that Ryan didn’t see very often except for when he was deeply involved with whatever he was researching. Shane looked around the clearing as if he were seeing it for the first time, his hands absentmindedly fiddling through his pockets, still trying to find the phone that wasn’t there.
“Okay,” Shane said after one long, contemplative minute. He nodded once to himself, and then turned his attention back to Ryan; clearly, he’d come to some sort of an understanding. “Okay, so, we’ve been kidnapped.”
“Oh my God, Shane, seriously?”
In a way he was right, though neither of them had any way of knowing that at the time.
3
No matter what Ryan had to say on the matter, Shane really didn’t want to hear it; in his mind, he’d already come to accept the fact that they’d somehow been doped and kidnapped from Léry’s to be left in the woods for some undetermined, yet surely nefarious purpose. He’d decided they were probably going to be held for ransom at some point, but when Ryan tried to point out all the flaws in that particular theory, Shane shut him down and refused to hear him out.
It didn’t matter to him that their alleged kidnappers had left them alone, unbound, untended, and free to leave. He didn’t care that no one who likely knew who they even were could possibly know that they’d come to Michaelstown, Illinois to ransom them in the first place; he didn’t care about any of that because the fact that it could’ve been related to something supernatural scared him too badly to admit. Ryan tried to call him out on it multiple times, but each time he did had only served to isolate Shane from him.
The woods were perpetually gloomy; no sunlight was able to breach through the cloud coverage or dense treetop foliage as they walked along, though the worst part of it all, Ryan soon found, was that it was utterly silent all around them: there were no birds, bugs, or other ambient forest sounds to be heard over the consistent crunch of leaves as they plodded along. It unnerved him deeply, but again, Shane wouldn’t hear it.
They’d wandered a little ways away from where they’d awakened before realizing that neither of them knew where they were in relation to Léry’s. The tall, monstrous building that had terrified them on a subconscious level was nowhere to be seen as they walked, and when Shane understood that they were, essentially, lost like babes in the woods, more of his mask began to chip away, and Ryan began to see the fear that was being harbored underneath.
He seemed skittish, almost; edged and on guard in a way Ryan had never seen him before that he could liken to how he himself got moments before being locked alone in a room to commune with spirits. If he hadn’t been so admittedly angry with him, Ryan would have sympathized, but he was stubborn and couldn’t find it in him to rescind his annoyances at that point. If Shane was scared, let him stew in it for a little while; let him get a real taste for it.
4
“We’re lost.”
“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock; even Watson could’ve figured that one out.”
“Tone it down a notch, sassmaster Bergara. You’re supposed to stay put when you’re lost; it makes getting found easier.”
“Are you taking into account our alleged ‘kidnappers’ when you say that it makes getting found easier, scoutmaster Shane? God forbid we get found by them again; can’t wait to see where we’ll wake up next! Find out on the next episode of Buzzfeed Unsolved: Naked and Afraid edition!”
“As entertaining as our viewers might find that, we aren’t- we’re not naked,Ryan.”
“But we areafraid.”
5
They came across the campfire rather suddenly and without warning, stumbling out of the gloom with all the perplexed awareness a cat might have when it walked into a room it thought was empty. Aimlessly, they’d wandered around the forebodingly quiet woods, arguing back and forth intermittently over who was right and who was wrong and what course of action they ought to take, not knowing they had been following a predetermined path the whole while.
It lead them by the nose, guiding them through the woods until It brought them where It wanted them to be, where It needed them to be.
Ryan stopped dead in his tracks the instant they breached through the broad trees they’d been trekking through diligently, frozen in place at the sight of the burning fire and the grim looking people seated around it. He could feel his eyes bulging again as he was met with equally perplexed stares, and to his left he felt rather than saw Shane also coming to a standstill beside him. His first instinct was to turn around and leave back the way they’d come, already afraid of who these people were, but Shane stepped forward in another act of boldfaced bravery Ryan would later envy him for.
“Hi,” Shane began, raising a hand in greeting, sounding relatively casual and not at all afraid, “sorry to bother you, but my friend and I got lost on our hike. Been out here a while and our phones died; could we borrow one of yours to call a friend real quick? Let him know where we are?”
Again, Ryan found himself admiring how easy it was for Shane to adjust from one situation to the next, effortlessly coming up with a believable lie that would presumably get them the help they needed. Perhaps the improve class he’d taken in college actually had left him some valuable talent after all.
There were six people in all sitting around the fire, each one of them turning their attention to Shane when he spoke, but his request for aid was met with absolute silence. While Shane held the brunt of their unreceptive attention, Ryan took the chance to get a good look at the people he was addressing and immediately noticed something strange. They all looked incredibly weary and downtrodden, their clothes and faces grimed with dirt in a way that suggested they’d been outdoors for a very long time. Ryan didn’t like what the implications behind that might mean for them.
“Hiking, huh?” one of the men asked, finally speaking up when no one else would, a strange smile twisting his lips up into a sharp smirk that Ryan found to be immediately disingenuous. “Just where were you boys out ‘hiking’? Aren’t any trails near here to get lost on, ‘s far as I know.”
Caught in his lie and thoroughly unnerved by the situation as a whole, Shane didn’t have a response properly prepared. Ryan felt him beginning to flounder, a blank, frantic look taking hold over his face as he tried to come up with something believable.
“Well how’d you get out here, then?” Ryan asked, taking charge as soon as Shane lost it to flip the interrogation around. “Like you said, there aren’t any trails as far as youknow; doesn’t mean wedon’t know where to find them.”
Ryan expected the man to get angry with him then, but the unsettling grin on his face only grew wider as he broke out into a laugh. It was loud and carried around the area well, bouncing off the nearby trees and resonating loudly around them. Despite how unnerving Ryan had initially found him to be prior, he found the man’s laugh to be warm and inviting. It was charming, in a way, and Ryan found himself letting his guard down against his better judgement, the tension he’d been holding in his shoulders slowly easing away.
“The kid’s got moxie, like you,” the stranger said, turning to the only other man in the group, who rolled his eyes in response. “Why don’t you and your big friend there come take a seat by the fire and we’ll tell you what all’s going on here, eh?”
The charming nature that had eased Ryan into being comforted by his laugh lost some of its potency with the man’s phrasing. A red flag was slowly being raised in the back of his mind, warning him intrinsically against heeding the man’s request. His train of thought fractured, each line following a path of potential reasoning as to why he shouldn’t.
Maybe Shane had been right after all; maybe they really had been kidnapped and had spent all that time walking around lost in the woods trying to get out only to end up back in their kidnapper’s arms. Horror movie scenarios played out in his mind, the plot of Deliverance coming out on top in order to terrify him against the thought of running into people this deep in the woods, but these people gathered here hadn’t been quite so forward with their foul intentions (if indeed their intentions werefoul) as the West Virginian hicks had been.
The part of his brain he left partitioned to believing in the supernatural had him, for one quick moment, entertaining the idea that they’d come across a group of trickster fae, and somehow that scenario was the worst of them all.
He spared Shane a quick glance, and from the look on his face, Ryan could tell that he’d also taken some alarm to what the stranger had said. The man still had an easy smile about him, but the way the others around the campfire were all looking at them with such dreadful expectancy in their eyes had him feeling uneasy about the arrangement.
“Why don’t you just tell us what’s happening from over there, pally?” Shane said lightheartedly, but with enough of a commanding undertone to let them all know he wasn’t about to let themselves be taken advantage of. “Don’t really feel like singing ‘Kumbaya’ with you all just yet.”
The man looked at them thoughtfully for a moment, his smile lessening in intensity but never quite leaving his face entirely. “Where do you think you are?” he asked eventually, and the question he posed was curious enough in nature that it took them both by surprise.
“Where? Look, man, we just want to phone a friend to get out of here-” Shane began saying, speaking dismissively in an attempt to forego the question.
“Alright, and that’s fine; no one’s going to deny you that,” the man said easily. Ryan wished the guy wasn’t wearing sunglasses so he could cross-check the truthfulness of his words with his eyes. “You aren’t where you think you are, though, is all I’m trying to say.
“Where were you before you wound up here, David?” he asked suddenly, turning towards the muscular man he’d addressed earlier.
“England.” The man- David- responded effortlessly, grunting out the answer in a thick, British accent. His eyes glinted dangerously in the fire’s light as he met Ryan’s, staring him down over the flames that burned brightly in the dusk.
“And what about you, Feng?” the original, as of yet nameless man asked, addressing one of the girls who shot him a mean look and didn’t answer. He laughed lightly at her sour expression and shrugged in a way that said ‘well, what can you do’. “I was in Vegas, myself. Staying at The Flamingo before I ended up here.”
“Buddy, I don’t know what it is you’re trying to do here, but if you can’t help us then we’ll just go,” Shane intervened impatiently. He sounded nervous, and it wasn’t hard to understand why.
Everything about this was just so strange; even a skeptic like Shane had to admit that they’d stumbled upon something that was truly, inexplicably weird. They were lost in the remote woods of Michaelstown, Illinois in an area that shouldn’t have been inhabited; the fact that they’d come across anyone else at all- let alone sixpeople- chilling around a bonfire was disconcerting enough on its own, but the thing that was really beginning to mess with Ryan in that moment was the fact that he’d realized he recognized one of those people.
Looking at her, he hadn’t been sure at first because he couldn’t place how or where he’d seen her before, but he’d eventually come to the realization that he didknow her, somehow. Her face, lit passively by the fire, was so familiar to him that he was hit with a strong case of of déjà vu, the knowledge of how he knew her teasing him by slipping in and out of his ability to latch onto that specific memory.
“Iamhelping,” the man replied, a hint of frustration finally edging out in the tone of his voice. His grin faltered for a moment as he tilted the brim of his baseball hat back to rub at his forehead exasperatedly, rearranging the dirt that had accumulated there into a peculiar looking clean spot. “You’re just not getting it; you might have gotten lost, sure, but you’re not in Kansas or wherever the hell you came from anymore, is what I’m saying.”
“Illinois,” Ryan said dumbly, earning a sharp look from Shane. The man fixed his hat snugly back into place atop his head and nodded, flashing him a self-assured little smile.
“Sure,” he said. “Illinois. Vegas, England, wherever; doesn’t matter. Not anymore.”
“What does that mean?” Ryan asked carefully, his eyes flicking from the man he was speaking with to the girl he was still trying to remember. She was watching the interaction carefully but with an air of boredom, her chin tucked securely into the palm of her hand while resting her arms on her knees.
“Ryan,” Shane said sternly in warning. “Don’t.”
Ryan ignored him and walked further into the clearing, stepping in close enough that he could begin to feel the warming effects of the fire as he drew closer. His eyes bored into the dark lenses of the man’s sunglasses, searching out his eyes curiously.
“You’ll find out soon enough. Look,” he said, pointing behind them, back the way they’d come, “it’s about to start.”
Hesitant as he was to take his attention away from the man, Ryan followed his finger and looked back obediently. A heavy, thick layer of fog was steadily rolling in amidst the gaps between the trees towards them unassumingly. It crept in from all sides, crawling towards the fire pit intently like a moth seeking light. Shane looked startled when he realized it was seeping in around his ankles, covering his feet in a fine whit mist. He lifted his feet out of the wisps and stepped in closer to the fire, making his way to Ryan’s side with a bewildered look on his weary face.
“Quit toying with them, Ace; you’re being purposefully cryptic for no reason.” The girl Ryan was still struggling to remember finally spoke, sounding testy as the fog continued to roll in. She pulled her chin out of her hand and sat up, stretching out her back with a slight groan. “You’re being an asshole just for the sake of being an asshole; you haven’t told them anything.”
“If you had a welcome speech prepared, Jane, you could have cut in at any time,” Ace retorted, but he didn’t sound mad, only tired. “I don’t think any of us were expecting anyone new, and anyway, in my experience, the best way to understand any of this shit is to dive into it headfirst. We don’t really have time for them to learn any other way now.”
Ryan’s mind was flooded with a barrage of questions he wanted to ask, from what the fog was to what Ace meant by ‘learning’, but when he heard mention of her name his mind sparked in instant recognition. The memory that had thus far been successful in eluding him finally made itself wholly available to him, and as he looked upon her face once more, he wondered how he hadn’t instantly recognized her before.
“You- you’re Jane Romero!” he blurted out unexpectedly, eyes going wide, unable to contain his shock at finally realizing her identity. He faltered and gaped, his words getting stuck and haunting the back of his throat when he tried to force them out. “Shane, holy shit, that’s Jane Romero.”
At first, Shane didn’t understand; couldn’t comprehend why that name should mean anything to him at all even though it apparently held the weight of something important. The girl Ryan was pointing out looked just as confused as he felt as he ran her name over and over in his mind, trying to pull up the relevant information he must have had stored about her until he remembered why that name was as impactful as it was to Ryan.
“No,” Shane muttered quietly, his own eyes lighting up as he came to the same conclusion Ryan had. “No, Ryan, there’s no way that’s-”
“Jane Romero.” Ryan repeated her name in whispered awe, and as much as Shane didn’t want to believe it, he knew it to be true. “We- we did an Unsolved episode about you!”
She was far more weathered and tired looking than she’d looked from the photographs Ryan had showed him when they’d reviewed her case for an episode of True Crime, but beneath the dirt and world-weary expression of exhaustion, there was no mistaking it: sitting hunched over by the fire was the fabled talk-show host Jane Romero, whose missing persons case had gone national before it went cold and she’d been assumed dead. The authorities had regarded it as an open and shut case after her car had been found submerged in a large body of water by the Jersey turnpike, but there were some peculiarities about it that true crime enthusiasts everywhere had picked up on that made her disappearance worth looking into on a deeper level.
The episode had been Ryan’s idea, as most of their episodes were, and as they’d reviewed the evidence and all the oddities surrounding her alleged death, even Shade had admitted that something weird must have happened to her the night she’d disappeared. It was a lot of little, fine details that had added up to paint a large, sketchy portrait of a woman who’d either faked her own death, or had fallen prey to something worse.
“I don’t… know what that is,” Jane said, speaking slowly. She looked between Shane and Ryan uncertainly, one of her groomed eyebrows arching high in question.
“It’s our- we, we have a web series where we investigate true crime cases and paranormal shit-” Ryan started to explain, but was too flustered to finish what he wanted to say. He shook his head halfway through his explanation, purposefully derailing himself to focus his amazement at having found theJane Romero, alive and well in the woods of Michaelstown, Illinois on his partner. “Holy shit, Shane, did we actually just solve something?”
“As touching? Impressive? Astounding as this is,” Ace began, groaning slightly as he brought his lanky form to a stand, straightening out the lapels of his dusty blazer, “we don’t have time to be discussing who knows who from where. Show’s about to start, fellas.”
The unintroduced group of others begrudgingly came to a stand at Ace’s lead, Jane included. Some held items in their hands that Ryan hadn’t noticed before, and as he was about to ask Ace whatexactly was about to start, he was hushed suddenly. At the moment he opened his mouth to pose his question, the fog that had been steadily rolling in rose up suddenly to obscure his vision and thickened immeasurably, blanketing him in its wisps until he couldn’t see anything at all.
Summary: The moment you were born, everyone’s eyes were just dull and grey, no color… until you meet your soulmate, the only person who you’ll see the color of their eyes and the only one to see yours.
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: language, smut
A/N: As always, this is just fiction, no hate towards the wonderful Ackles Family. Feedback is loved.
The rays of the sun we’re slightly visible through the dark curtains, the day was bright and sunny. The cold in the room made your wrap the blankets closer to you, snuggling back to the warm body pressed behind your back, cozying up. Despite the warm blankets, your body shivered as soft and warm kisses were placed on your neck, a scruffy beard tickling you, causing you to giggle. You felt him smile behind you, his arms snaking around your waist, pulling you closer, if that was even possible, tightening his grip as he ground himself to you, a soft moan escaping your lips.
“Good morning,” Came his husky voice. You hummed in approval. “Good morning indeed.” You whispered your reply, causing him to chuckle. “I love you.” He whispered, nuzzling into your neck, kissing the spot behind your ear that always makes your head stir crazy. “You’re being overly affectionate today, Mr. Ackles, not that I mind it, but is there something you’d like to tell me?” You asked, twisting around so you can face him and bask in his morning handsomeness. Your mouth ran dry as your eyes met his. “Just happy to see your (y/e/c) eyes—“
You shot up from your sleep, rubbing your eyes, your heart pounding hard as you tried get over the recurring dream. How could you imagine the Jensen Ackles as your soulmate, you don’t even know what his eye color was, heck, you don’t know why you’d dream of him having green eyes. Maybe you’ve watch too much Supernatural, you thought. That was intimate information, only those who had found their soulmates talk about their eye colors openly. That dream was so vivid though, it almost ached your heart to think about it, like the television did no justice to just how good looking he was.
The Seattle wind was picking, fall was lovely, but you were excited for winter, the bundles of warm coats, the snow, the boots, you loved it, despite all the hard work to make you love it. You loved Seattle too because it was so close to where your favorite show is being filmed but you weren’t a crazed fan to go seek them out. “Hey, (y/n),” You were greeted when you entered the coffee shop you always went to. “Hey, Dover,” You smiled. “The usual?” He asked and you nodded, but when you were about to pay, he shook his head with a knowing smile. “Someone paid it for you.” He said and you furrowed your eyebrows. “Who—“
An echoed step was heard behind you. “I had a recurring dream of this coffee shop where I’d go to almost every weekend. So today, I found out that this place was real and not only in my dreams. I asked this awesome dude if there was a girl who comes here often, she had (y/h/c) hair about yea tall, I would have told him she had (y/e/c) eyes but he wouldn’t know that.” You were frozen on the spot. You knew that voice from anywhere, but in that moment, it was just as clear as in your dream just an hour beforehand. When you turned around, you took an unnecessary deep breath when you saw just how green his eyes were, it was like a forest.
“I wish my dream would tell me your name, I have a feeling you watch the show cuz I had dreams where your eyes would crinkle on the side when you try to get spoilers out of me. Also, dude here didn’t tell me.” Jensen playfully glared at Dover. “Man, I would’ve told you how much of a fan she is but—“ You cut him off with a glare and he raised his hands in mock surrender. “Your spot’s open as always.” He said and busied himself with cleaning.
“Please speak?” Jensen asked when you two were seated, you wondered how you even got to the seat without spilling your coffee on you. “I’m sorry this is just a lot to take in, I’m (y/n).” You managed to squeak and he smiled. “I took a chance today, hoping I’d finally meet my soulmate, and I’m glad I did.” He confessed and you heart swelled. “I’m awfully quiet, I’m normally not like this, sorry, I’m trying to calm my inner fangirl and set her aside so I can talk to you as your soulmate.” You bashfully said, staring into his eyes when he chuckled. “My dreams don’t justify how beautiful your (y/e/c) eyes.” He whispered as if reading your mind.
“I thought I was losing my mind imagining that your eyes would be green…” You whispered. “I can’t seem to wrap my head around the fact that, you, Jensen Ackles, is the only person to see my (y/e/c) eyes and I’m the only one to see your green ones.” You softly said and then chuckled, “I literally told myself I was watching too much Supernatural,” You added. He smirked, running his tongue between his teeth, making you exhale. “(Y/n), my first dream of you, we were at the beach, sunbathing, you looked hot by the way,” He chuckled, looking at you and you felt yourself blush.
“I just stopped, stared at you, your (y/e/c) eyes were mesmerizing, I didn’t know how much I could feel my heart beat in my sleep because of just seeing you, I woke with a smile, I’ve always thought it was only stories that you dream of your soulmate.” He recalled, silently taking your hand in his and squeezed, making your heart ache in a good way. “I wanna know you more, (y/n), I’m sure you know a lot about me—“ “But I’d like to know you more, not just you in front of the cameras.” You continued for him and he smiled brightly. “Let’s know each other as soulmates.”
“Good morning,” Came his husky voice. You hummed in approval, your eyes fluttering open as you felt him kiss the back of your neck tenderly. “Good morning indeed.” You whispered your reply, causing him to chuckle. “I love you.” He whispered, nuzzling into you. “You’re being overly affectionate today, Mr. Ackles, not that I mind it, but is there something you’d like to tell me?” You teasingly asked, twisting around so you can face him and bask in his morning handsomeness, your eyes meeting his sparkling green eyes. “Just happy to see you (y/e/c) eyes.” He said, a mischievous smirk started to spread across his face.
He leaned in and tenderly pressed his lips against yours. “And, Mrs. Ackles, I just want to enjoy you.” He murmured, his hooded eyes staring you down like his prey. You smiled, biting your bottom lip. You opened your mouth slightly and he took that opportunity to kiss you deeper, pushing you back with his chest until he was propped up on his forearms above you, caging you in between his shoulders. You slipped your hands up his sides and then cupped his face. The silence was overwhelmed by the sounds of the waves breaking, some stray seagulls cawing about in the air.
“The sea’s calling to us, Jen.” You murmured, eyes meeting his. “I know, but the beach can wait.” He replied but before you could say anything, he moved his lips to your jaw and neck, eliciting a moan from deep within your chest. One by one, he took your hand and pinned them on either side of your face, grinding his body down to yours, to feel your skin against his. His grunts echoed the room, spurring you on. “Jensen—“ You moaned and he parted your legs with his knees, settling in between them. You can feel his morning hard on against your lace underwear but his mouth distracted you more, his lush green eyes boring a hole through your eyes as he attached his lips to your breasts.
“I’m so lucky to have you as my soulmate, (y/n).” He murmured, kissing up your chest until he met your parted lips his hands ridding himself and you off the rest of your little clothing. “And I with you…” You replied. “I’m so lucky to marry you, to look into your eyes and remind myself that you and I are made for each other.” He whispered, his own eyes watering. “Oh Jensen…” You cooed, cupping his face and pulling him down to kiss him. Your face contorted in pleasure as he slowly thrusted into you, his cock stretching your walls amazingly. “Fuck—“ Came your strained moan. “Feel so good, sweetheart.” He groaned, his eyes closing. He seated himself deeply inside of you before dragging his cock out, mixing the stinging pain and pleasure.
“Jensen—please,” You choked out. “I got you baby,” He whispered, looking straight into you and he set out a relentless pace, fucking you hard and fast, your breath coming out in gasps of his name and other profanities that your mind can come up with. “Look at me, (y/n), wanna see you (y/e/c) eyes.” He whispered and you did, meeting his green ones that were intently staring at you. “Love seeing your face when I fuck you.” He added and bucked his hips, making you scream. “Your so tight, sweetheart, gunna come for me?” He murmured, nuzzling his head against your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses, sucking a marking in the valley of your neck and shoulder.
“Y—yes! Please!” You moaned and he grunted in response as your walls convulsed around his cock. “Gunna—gunn—!” You couldn’t finish your sentence as he placed his fingers on your clit, rubbing fast in sync with his thrusts, screaming his name in pleasure. He didn’t stop, you didn’t want him to, his grunts were getting louder, his moans were getting deeper and you couldn’t help but squirm underneath him as you felt oversensitive, giving him multiple orgasms. “Gunna fuck a baby in you, sweetheart.” He promised, looking straight into you. “Please—“ You moaned and he leaned down, kissing you hard, swallowing his moan of pleasure as he spilled into you, hot and heavy.
He hips slowed down and he tried to keep himself up from crushing you. “Hug me, baby.” You murmured and he sighed. “I love you, sweetheart.” He whispered and looked up at you. He wrapped his arms around you and flipped you two around so you were on top of him. He brushed your hair off your face and tucked it behind your ear. “I love you.” You smiled and leaned down to kiss him. “Happy 5th anniversary, green eyes.” You smirked, your tone light and playful. “(Y/e/c) eyes, you’re too cute.” He chuckled and rubbed his nose to yours. “And to more anniversaries, soulmate.” He concluded, kissing you deeply once more.
“Babe, you gotta a costume in mind? I’ve got one.” Jensen said across the kitchen where he was making breakfast. You looked up from your laptop screen and he met your gaze. You felt bubbly inside every time he does that. “Um, do you want us to match?” You asked back. “Well, yes, but if you’re up for it.” He replied. “Well we have a long list of couple’s costume ideas, I don’t mind whichever’s in your mind, babe.” You smiled. And his lip quirked to the side, telling you that whatever his idea is, will end up making you someone he really wants to see.
“Awesome, cuz Stef’s already in the process of our costumes.” He said and your eyes bulged out. She created such awesome costumes and they have shoots that lets you live a fantasy basically, the year before, you opted out from the opportunity when Jay was Red Hood but now—“Who are we gunna be?” You asked, biting your lip. He full on grinned and winked, that bastard, he wasn’t gunna let you on until you wear them. “How does she know my measurements?” You asked, to milk some information from him. “I had my ways, baby, you’re my wife.” He announced with a playful roll of his eyes.
A few weeks had passed, Halloween creeping ‘round the corner, and you knew it was almost time to wear the costume. You were jumpy all the while in the ride and Jensen would glance at you, chuckling to himself, he knew you’d be ecstatic when you finally see this year’s couple’s costume.
Jensen requested that you were to be blindfolded and all that effort so you don’t see the both of you until the very last minute, meaning, you could hear the hustle of traffic in the background and the cool air, either you were outside or on the roof of the building you two had gone in. “Jay?” You voiced out, not hearing him for a couple of minutes. You knew you had a mask of some sort but you were still as clueless as a leaf.
“‘M here, babe.” His husky voice rang in your ear as his hand held yours. “You look amazing, sweetheart.” He said and you smiled. “Wish I could see us both.” You murmured. “You ready then?” He asked and you nodded frantically and then the blindfold was removed. To say that you were shocked, your mouth hanging open would be an understatement. “Oh my fucking god.” Your eyes practically bulged out and he laughed, grasping his stomach. “I’m Batman.” He smirked
“Aren’t you the hottest Batman I’ve ever seen.” You said, biting your lip in shock. You looked down at your costume and felt the mask. “Holy shit! Am I Catwoman!??!” You exclaimed and he grinned, nodding. You looked towards the makeup artist and Stef who had a large mirror and you squealed, jumping up and down. “Oh my god! This is amazing, thank you thank you!” You smiled and hugged her. You went to Jensen and kissed him lightly, afraid of the red lip transferring to his lips. He hugged you to his chest. “You look super hot as Catwoman.” He said, embodying his low Batman voice. You giggled. “And you look hotter, Batman!” You winked at him. This was definitely the best Halloween!
Summary: Y/N has a fear of flying, but it’s nothing a gorgeous flight attendant can’t distract her from.
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut: dirty talk, vaginal fingering, public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up people)
A/N: People on Patreon want this to become a series which I can’t promise, but I’m definitely open to a second part. Anyway, hope you like it! As always, happy reading and enjoy! :)
The whirring engine and the low hiss of the air vent did nothing to calm Y/N’s nerves. She briefly glanced out the window as the plane pulled away from the air bridge, turning in the direction of the runway. She closed her eyes as it began to taxi, trying to still her mind and stop herself from thinking irrationally. She should’ve been thinking about all the amazing things she was going to do on her holiday, but she was too preoccupied with praying that she’d survive the flight. She kept her eyes shut, knowing she wasn’t going to open them until they were in the air, and only after she could pull the window shade down.
Once she was able to do exactly that, she breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled out the remote and started looking for something to watch. It was going to be a long flight, so whatever she could add to the line-up was going to help her deal with her flying phobia. As she munched on the peanuts that were handed out, her mind wandered, the movie not really holding her attention. She remembered getting a glimpse of a cute-ish flight attendant, but she hadn’t seen any sign of him since.
Two hours later, the credits rolled on the movie as the cabin lights dimmed. The person next to her had moved across the aisle to the empty seat, which she was incredibly relieved about, giving her space to put her feet up. She took a deep breath as the plane dipped slightly; the turbulence not as bad as it could be but terrifying her anyway.
“Here you go…”
Y/N frowned as she heard a deep voice behind her, glancing up as a tall, suited figure walked down the aisle. The flight attendant looked her way, flashing her a quick smile before he continued to the back of the plane. She exhaled harshly as she registered what just happened. He wasn’t just cute; he was insanely gorgeous. There was just no way a man like that was single. Unless he was away a lot because of his job and therefore didn’t have time for that, leaving him available to have some fun with.
She rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. Can’t handle flying but has time to wonder about the flight attendant’s relationship status.
She unbuckled the seat belt and stood up, fixing her clothes as slid out into the aisle. Slowly, she made her way down to the lavatory, taking a few seconds after every step to steady herself whenever the plane moved. She waited for a few moments before someone left, relieved that it wasn’t in a bad state when she got in. She washed her hands, fixed her hair, and rolled her strawberry chapstick over her lips that she had slid into her pocket during boarding.
She stepped out of the rest room, a smile coming to her face as she heard a boisterous laugh from behind the curtain to the galley. One of the female flight attendants pulled back the thin blue curtain, walking out and down the aisle, allowing her the view of inside. She bit her lip as she watched him placing bottles of liquor on the cart in front of him. He looked up, a soft smile on his face when he saw her.
“Can I help you with something, miss?” he asked, politely.
“No, I’m okay,” she replied, leaning back against the wall. “Just needed to move around.”
“Ah, got it,” he muttered, turning to her, “nervous flyer?”
“Slightly, yeah,” she sighed, huffing a small laugh.
“Well, if there’s anything I can do, let me know,” he offered, smirking at her.
She felt butterflies flutter in her stomach, and it wasn’t because of flying nerves. “That’s very nice of you.”
“Hey, it’s kinda my job,” he stated.
“Oh, so that’s the only reason?” she quipped, raising an eyebrow.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, definitely not.”
“Good to know,” she whispered, smiling softly.
They talked for a few more minutes. He told her how long he had worked for the airline, she told him how long she had been writing. He was a dog lover with a German Sheperd, and she was a dog lover with no dogs. His parents were still married, and he had an older brother and a younger sister, and she was an only child. They inched closer to each other as they kept chatting, his laughter infectious to her and hers beautiful to him.
He was incredibly attractive in every regard, and she wanted to get to know him better. If she could hear what he was thinking, then she would know he felt the same.
“So, I gotta be on the clock for the next half hour, but…” he leaned into her, his voice low and deep as he looked into her eyes, “the lavatory near first class is totally clean, and uh… I can put an out of order sign on it…”
Her smile widened as she knew what he was implying, gazing up into his green eyes. “See you soon.”
Y/N made her way back to her seat, biting her lip as she saw Jensen walk out of the back and down the aisles. He glanced her way briefly, keeping up the act as he attended to the passengers. Hooking up with a flight attendant certainly wasn’t on her list of things to distract her from the flight, but it was definitely going to be better than anything she had planned.
Jensen pushed Y/N up against the hard plastic, their lips sealed in a searing kiss. Her arms wrapped tight around him, her fingers pushing through his short hair as his hands slid up her covered back, pulling her as close as possible. It was a tight fit in the bathroom, even in first class, but she couldn’t care less. His lips left hers, travelling down her jaw and neck, nipping at her skin as a soft moan left her.
“God, this definitely isn’t how I was picturing this flight would go,” she muttered, holding his head close to her as she gripped his hair.
“Hope it’s better than you imagined,” he groaned, grinding into her as he tugged at her t-shirt.
“Definitely,” she breathed, pressing her lips to his again.
He reached down to her jeans, undoing the button and pulling the zip down, a moan falling from her lips as his fingers slipped in and ran over her covered mound. He rubbed the soft fabric of her panties, causing her to hold onto him tighter than before. He pulled the material aside as she pushed her jeans down further, a whimper escaping her once his fingers ran through her folds. He continued his ministrations as he pressed his lips to hers in a rough kiss, a groan vibrating against her mouth as he felt her hand rubbing over the hard on covered by his trousers.
In swift motions, the offending articles of clothing were removed as he lifted her legs around his waist. He took hold of his cock, sliding deep into her and feeling her walls sheath him. She moaned wantonly, his mouth covering hers to keep her quiet as he began to thrust into her, hard and fast.
“Fuck,” she whimpered against his mouth, looking up into his eyes, “just like that…”
“Feels so fucking good,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against hers.
“Please tell me you have a longer stay in Paris,” she muttered, her words short as she panted deeply.
He shook his head, gripping her hips tighter. “Just one night.”
She leaned into him as he moved harder into her, her hands in his hair and tugging harshly. “Damn it.”
“Guess we better make the most of it, darlin’…”
Y/N threw her head back, a rasping moan leaving her as her hips rocked against Jensen’s, his fingers digging into her skin as he helped her move. She rested her hands on his chest as she gazed down at him, a smile pulling at her lips, feeling his cock move deeper within her. Her walls clenched around his shaft, both knowing that she was close to her release. She shifted faster against him as she chased that high, his name falling from her lips in a chant as her core tightened, her wetness covering him. His neck strained back as he growled, his fingers no doubt leaving bruises on her flesh as her release triggered his, ropes of his seed spilling inside her.
She rolled off him, breathing heavily as a breathless laugh escaped her. He hummed as he closed his eyes, reaching for her across the bed. He leaned up on his elbows when he didn’t feel her there, smirking as he heard her in the bathroom. He waited as she finished cleaning up, his smile widening as she walked out, naked, picking up his white shirt from the floor and putting it on.
“You know… it’s a shame you’re only here for the night,” she stated, buttoning the shirt that came to just above her knees.
“Well…” His hand reached out for her, letting her settle in next to him as he leaned over her, his nose nuzzling against hers, “I can make it up to you once we both get back to the States.”
“You can then, but you better not be done making it up to me right now, either,” she whispered against his lips, smiling.
“You’re all fucking mine until the sun comes up, baby,” he muttered, moving on top of her as he pulled her close.
The next morning, Jensen got dressed into his uniform, left his number on the nightstand and a kiss on her cheek as she slept soundly. When she woke up, she stepped out on the balcony, enjoying the city views as she sipped her coffee. She had slipped his number into her wallet, keeping it safe because there was no way she was taking a risk and possibly losing it.
She may have had a full three-week holiday to go on, but she already couldn’t wait to get home and call him and see what the possibilities would be for them.
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Summary: Jensen makes a quick stop for breakfast at a roadside diner, only to get more out of the morning than he was expecting.
Warnings: Fluff, teasing, dry humping, that’s about it.
A/N: Borrowed the song title from an Aussie rock song, which I love. Happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my love @downanddirtydean.
Jensen stepped down from the cab of the eighteen-wheeler, stretching his arms and groaning as he heard joints cracking. He had managed a few hours sleep on the side of the road, continuing his journey to meet the deadline of his freight delivery, but the rumble in his stomach was the sign he needed to stop for a bite. It was 6am by the time he reached the truck stop, the need for coffee and bacon in his system winning out.
Summary: Jensen makes a quick stop for breakfast at a roadside diner, only to get more out of the morning than he was expecting.
Warnings: Fluff, teasing, dry humping, that’s about it.
A/N: Borrowed the song title from an Aussie rock song, which I love. Happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my love @downanddirtydean.
Jensen stepped down from the cab of the eighteen-wheeler, stretching his arms and groaning as he heard joints cracking. He had managed a few hours sleep on the side of the road, continuing his journey to meet the deadline of his freight delivery, but the rumble in his stomach was the sign he needed to stop for a bite. It was 6am by the time he reached the truck stop, the need for coffee and bacon in his system winning out.
Where’s the rest? Where is the part where Jensen rails the reader against his truck? Or where she ditches her diner job to go on the road with him, blowing him in the middle of the night on long stretches of roads? Using that little space in the back and rocking the truck and trailer?
I need that shit, Roshni.
Well… it was the teasing square for a reason, right?
But your questions have been noted and are under observation.
Summary: Jensen makes a quick stop for breakfast at a roadside diner, only to get more out of the morning than he was expecting.
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, teasing, dry humping, that’s about it.
A/N: Borrowed the song title from an Aussie rock song, which I love. Happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my love @downanddirtydean.
Jensen stepped down from the cab of the eighteen-wheeler, stretching his arms and groaning as he heard joints cracking. He had managed a few hours sleep on the side of the road, continuing his journey to meet the deadline of his freight delivery, but the rumble in his stomach was the sign he needed to stop for a bite. It was 6am by the time he reached the truck stop, the need for coffee and bacon in his system winning out.
He walked past the other trucks parked and across the road to the diner, a small smile pulling at his lips as the sign, “Sweethearts Diner”, above the building. Pushing the door open, the bell rang as he stepped through, seeing a few other truckers inside. Taking off his navy blue cap, he dropped himself into one of the chairs at the counter, swiping his hands down his face.
“Welcome to Sweethearts Diner. Coffee?”
He dropped his hands away, a smirk instantly pulling at his lips as he took in the voice and the beautiful woman standing in front of him. Her light pink uniform had the top two buttons open, with her apron accentuating her waist, which made her look sexier than he thought possible for a diner uniform. She really had no right to look that good so early in the morning.
“Yeah, and uh,” he muttered, their eyes locked on each other as he slid the brown mug towards her, “keep it comin’.”
“Sure thing,” she smiled, pouring a generous amount from the coffee pot as she dropped a menu in front of him.
His eyes shifted across the pages quickly, making his decision as he flashed her a grin. “Special, side of bacon.”
She scribbled the order down on her notepad before she walked away, glancing at him over her shoulder as she made her way through the swinging door to the kitchen. He watched the way her hips swayed as she retreated, shaking his head of the thoughts that suddenly came to him as he sipped his coffee.
“Here you go,” she said as she came back with his breakfast several minutes later, the smile still on her face. “Enjoy.”
“I will,” he winked as he glanced down at her name badge, “Y/N.”
Their eyes continued to meet even as he ate and she served others, checking the other out even when they weren’t holding gazes. He was tempted to order something else just to talk to her again, but he frowned as he watched an older woman in the same uniform walk in, tying an apron around her waist just as Y/N stepped out. His gaze followed her as she went out the side exit, flicking her hair open from the ponytail just as the door shut and blocked his vision.
“Can I get you anything else?” the older waitress asked, stepping up to the counter.
Jensen looked down at his plate, just a few scraps left before he shook his head. “No thanks.”
Taking out his wallet, he dropped a few bills on the table, offering the woman a polite smile before he turned to the front door. He placed his cap on as he stepped out, his eyes wandering the parking lot before he turned his head to glance down the side of the diner, hoping to see her. He took out his phone and looked at the time, knowing he only had a good ten minutes before he absolutely had to be on the road again.
“Fuck,” he muttered, frowning as he saw no sign of her.
“Hey, trucker.” He heard the familiar pitch of her voice, causing him to smile.
He turned around and saw her standing next to the back of the building, her cigarette between her fingers. Slowly, he sauntered over, his smirk widening as he stopped in front of her. Her eyes raked over him, taking in his look from the black jacket and blue and white plaid underneath to the dark blue jeans and heavy brown boots.
“Passing through or coming home?” she asked, blowing out a puff of smoke.
“Passing through,” he replied, his voice deep and husky in the early hours.
“That’s a shame,” she mumbled, as she dropped the cigarette on the ground and put it with her sneaker. “Guess this has to be over before it even starts.”
He raised his eyebrow, stepping closer to her. “Doesn’t have to be.”
She shifted backwards as he continued to move, her back pressing into the wall as he leaned into her. His face was close to hers, their eyes on each other’s lips as her hands slid up his covered chest. His mouth hovered over hers, his green orbs gazing deep into hers as she bit her lip, staring up at him.
“Wouldn’t want to mess up your schedule,” she whispered, her breath fanning against his lips.
“A few minutes won’t hurt.”
Jensen leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against her lips as his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. She gripped the lapels of his jacket, a soft moan leaving her as he deepened the embrace. Her back pressed further into the wall as he shifted against her, his thigh between her legs. She spread them, gasping as his hands moved down and slipped over her skin, pushing up the hem of her dress to the top of thighs. She moaned against his mouth as she grinded into him, feeling the rough denim of his jeans against her panties.
“This definitely wasn’t what I was expecting this morning,” he muttered against her lips, smirking.
His mouth travelled down her jaw to her neck, lightly nipping at her skin as his hands grazed along the edge of her panties. She shifted her hips against him, a soft whimper escaping her as she felt his length getting hard, straining against his jeans. She continued to grind against his thigh, feeling herself getting wetter as she went on. She wanted nothing more than to take him back to her house and have her way with him, but she had just met him. She couldn’t do that.
“Fuck, you’re a damn tease, darlin’,” he groaned, gripping her hips tight as he helped her move against him.
“Just have to leave you wantin’ more,” she countered, a small giggle leaving her.
Jensen pressed his lips to Y/N’s in a searing kiss, her hands sliding under his plaid shirt and feeling his warm flesh against her palms. He growled against her mouth as her nails scraped over his skin, making him lightly bite down on her lip, a wanton moan from her vibrating against his lips. A sudden blaring sound startled both of them, causing them to break away from each other. He fumbled around the pockets of his jacket before he took out his phone from his jeans, turning off the alarm he had set for 6:45am.
He groaned as he leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. “I really have to go.”
“Well,” she started, pushing her body further into him, wrapping her arms around his neck, “you better swing by once you’re on your way back.”
He fixed his clothes and allowed all the mundane thoughts to float through his mind as he calmed himself down, smirking back at her as he pulled his jacket back into place. Leaning a forearm against the wall, he moved closer to her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She smiled against his mouth, hopeful that his return would be sooner rather than later.
“It’s a date.”
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Major warnings and tags: Dystopian AU, Alpha/Beta/Omega, Omegas Treated As Pets, Omegas Treated As Sex Toys/Playthings, Slavery, Pining, Hurt Jensen Ackles, Angry Jared Padalecki, Scared Jensen Ackles, Alpha Jared Padalecki, Omega Jensen Ackles, Top Jared Padalecki, Bottom Jensen Ackles, Body Modification, Threats of Body Modification, Threats of Castration, Abandonment, Younger Jensen Ackles, Older Jared Padalecki
Summary: In a world where alphas rule and omegas are treated as nothing more than pets and playthings, Jared does the unthinkable. He falls in love with Jensen, the omega he was gifted with, claiming Jensen as his mate. It’s something unheard of, claiming one’s omega, but then again, Jared was never one for convention.
Opening paragraph: Jared was bone-tired upon returning home. The past few days seemed to rush by in a chaotic haze. All he wanted was to strip off his clothes, have a hot shower, and crawl into bed. The seminar he’d spoken at had been rushed and not planned well. It had left his mind whirling and making him feel overloaded. The room he’d been provided had been adequate, but the bed had been anything but comfortable or able to accommodate his large frame. At nearly six feet five inches in stature plus being broad-shouldered and muscular, not many hotel beds, or the average bed for that matter, fit his body. He was at least thankful that his custom bed would be ready and waiting for him once he was able to fall into it and hopefully get some much-needed sleep. After pulling into his driveway and cutting the engine he sat, breathing a tired sigh, and took that moment to rub at his bleary eyes. His eyes felt scratchy and caked with grit that needed to be washed away. There was no time like the present for that, he thought to himself as he shouldered the door open, grabbed his travel bag, and made his way inside. After shutting off his house alarm he leaned against the closed front door taking in the quiet of his home, beginning to relax and feel more at ease, until his cell phone rang - an upbeat tune and just this side of too loud for him breaking the coveted silence. He thought about letting the call go straight to voicemail, but that particular sound was an indication that it was one of his parents’ calling - most likely his mother - and she would only call again, exasperated that he hadn’t bothered to take her call. The woman meant well but didn’t seem to understand that the apron string had been cut long ago and that he was a grown alpha. With a weary sigh, he dug his phone out of his front pocket and answered the call, wincing at his mother’s overly excited voice chirping in his ear. “Hey, Mom…”
Jensen was currently sitting up in the living room watching a movie waiting for his daughter to make it home from the party she had attended that night. It was currently 12:30am and she still wasn’t home and was starting to get worried. He had tried calling and texting her and she wasn’t answering. After 10 more minutes his phone started ringing, it was an unknown number. Normally he doesn’t answer them, but tonight something was telling him that he needed to, what he didn’t know was that phone call was going to crash his heart. A strange feeling washed over him as he answered the phone.
“Hello?” Jensen asked in a tired voice.
“Hello, am I currently speaking to a Mr Jensen Ackles, the father of Ashley Ackles?” The lady on the other end of the call spoke.
Jensen was getting nervous, a lump formed in his throat making it hard to swallow. “Yes. Yes, I am.” he took a breath “May I ask who’s calling?”
“Hi, my name is Dr Mendes, I’m a doctor at Lakewood Hospital, I’m afraid I have some bad new regarding your daughter Ashley.”
Beep beep beep beep beep was the first thing I could hear when I started to wake up. My eyes where still closed but I was awake, I was just too tired maybe weak to open my eyes. Both of my hand were filled with a hand of another, I squeezed my hands as tight as I could, which wasn’t a lot, but the next thing I knew I could hear my dad and mum talking to me.
“Hey sweetie, it’s ok. Open your eyes for me.” I could hear my dad saying.
“Come on baby.” Mum said.
After a few minutes I slowly started to open my eyes and was pulled into a hug from my parents.
“I’m so glad you’re ok sweetie.” Mum said while rubbing her hand down my hair flattening it as she goes.
After spending some time talking to the doctors and my parents I remember that I wasn’t alone in the car, Tyler and Matt where there too.
“OMG!! Please tell me they’re ok. Please. I need to know is Tyler and Matt are ok” I say starting to get a little irritated.
“Sweetie calm down. You don’t want to hurt yourself.” My Dad says trying to calm me down.
“Just tell me they’re ok.” I reply deflated.
“Tyler is ok, he has a concussion but he is going to be released tomorrow.” Dad started saying.
“Well that’s good, how about Matt?.” I interrupted.
“Sweetie.” Mum started and from the tone of her voice I knew something wasn’t ok.
“No. Tell me he’s ok.” I say.
“I’m sorry sweetie. He didn’t make it. He’s gone.” She says in a low voice.
That’s when I started to freak out. It couldn’t be true, he couldn’t be gone. He can’t be. My boyfriend of 2 years was gone and there was no way to bring him back. Why didn’t I just go another way to drop Tyler off last night why did I not make sure it was really clear before pulling out. I just stayed in my hospital bed crying my eyes out in my mother’s arms while my dad held my hand and rubs his thumb over my hand. I had just lost the love of my life. He was dead.
Death is not something that we really like to talk or think about. However, without death our lives would have no context. If we didn’t have any context in life what would our meaning to be alive? Why are we breathing? Why are we still alive? The people around you are your meaning. Individually you can’t create a life with meaning, but together you can with your family and friends, you can build a life with meaning and leave a legacy behind once you’re gone.
It’s hard to know where to begin telling you about this. I wonder if there’s any such thing as beginnings.
3 MONTHS AGO…
At this point in Ashley’s life everything had been normal. She was an A+ Grade student with a bright future ahead of her. She had her loving family surrounded around her and had good health. She had her 5 best friends Veronica, Selena, Bram (Abraham), Taylor and Matt (my boyfriend). She had been friends with Veronica and Selena since they were in kindergarten, she then met Bram in middle school then Taylor and Matt in High School and they six of them because the best of friends. They do everything together. They travel to school together every morning, go to the mall every Friday after school and talk about what friends usually talk about.
This is where our story starts. Ashley, Veronica and Selena were walking down the school hallway from just having gym class and was going to meet the boys for lunch. Once they get to the cafeteria they wait in line to get their food before going to find Matt, Taylor and Bram sitting at there normal table. I sit next to Matt and give him a quick kiss before starting my lunch. We were all eating and taking about the party that was happening on Saturday at Justin’s house. Justin is one of the school popular football players and always had parties whenever his parents went out of town for a weekend. Who knew this was going to be the downfall in Ashley’s life, the moment that changed her life forever.
“So who’s driving who Saturday?” Matt says while drinking some of his water.
“I don’t mind driving, it’s not like I’m gonna drink anyway.” I say while biting into my chicken salad sandwich.
“That makes sense too, you have 7 seats in your car.” Veronica said with a little laugh.
We spent the rest of lunch just talking and eating before finishing the rest of the day and heading home. Since tomorrow was the party we decided to skip the mall this week. Me and Matt went to my house today to do homework and watch TV. I pull my car into the driveway. Mums car wasn’t there meaning she was picking my younger siblings up from school and dad was away at work filming, he was coming home for the weekend though. We get out of the car and head inside get some snacks and head up to my bedroom. We were sitting on my bed with our work spread around us.
“Ok. What did you get for number 16?” Matt asked while fiddling with his pencil.
“Wait. There’s no number 16” I say while going through my papers.
“Hmmmm hmmmm” Matt started humming, in the cute annoying way he always does.
“STOP!” I say while pushing him a little.
“I’m just making sure your awake.” He said with a little smile forming on his lips.
“I’m awake, there’s just something about studying in a bed.” I reply. Since when we normally study together were on the floor with pillows.
“Well I guess I shouldn’t be complaining right. I’m in bed with a smoking hot, intelligent girl.” Matt started off saying before I interrupted him saying “women” which he corrects himself “women”. Then I continue saying “and your on the bed, not in it.” I say with a little smile.
“And I’m worried about math” Matt said.
We continued working for a little more, during that time mum had come home from picking up my younger siblings from school, and we had started working on the the subject we needed to get through, when I remembered something. I got off the bed Matt watching the walk across the room and going into my closet coming out with a black piece of fabric. I chucked them at him.
“You left your boxers here Monday”. I say with a smile.
“Oh no. I left them on purpose. You know to remind you of the wonderful night we had.” He said before grabbing my waist and kissing up my neck, which is when I begin to start giggling. Suddenly there was a knock on my bedroom door.
“Come in” I spoke loudly trying to stop giggling.
“Hello.” Mum said when she entered. “How’s the studying going” she asked.
“It’s going well. Nearly done” I reply,
“Good. Matt you joining us for dinner tonight?” She asked.
“No. Not tonight mum is making her famous spaghetti tonight.” He replied.
“Ok, also remember you father will be home tonight. So we are having his favourite” he should be home around 7.” Mum said before leaving the room.
Matt ends up leaving around 6pm to head home. I packed up all my work and put it away before heading downstairs for the night to spend time with my family. We were all in the living room when we heard the front door open and close. Dad was home. He had just finished filming season 14 of his show and was finally on hiatus. While dad was putting his luggage on the floor we all got up and welcomed him home before having dinner.
“So how was everyone’s day” dad asked. That’s when Zepp, Arrow and JJ start telling three different stories at once.
“Wow wow wow. Slooow down. One at a time. One at a time.” He interrupted. The one by one the all went through what happened to them. While this was happening I continued to eat my food, mums food is always delicious. Especially her spaghetti.
“Ashley, what about you?” Dad asked before taking another mouthful of his dinner.
“Not much really. Went to my lessons. Had gym. Had lunch, we didn’t go to the mall this week since there’s a party tomorrow night and then Matt came over after school so we could study together.” I said.
“What party?” He replied.
“Some guy called Justin. Don’t worry I won’t be drinking, I’m driving us all there and then home. So all I’m drinking is soda.”
“Well that’s ok. Just make sure you get home at a reasonable hour please. I don’t want to be up all night worrying because you’re not home.” Dad said while taking a forkful of his food.
“I promise I’ll be home before midnight.” I replied.
“That’s all I ask.” He replied.
For the rest of the night we spend together as a family. We all relaxed in the living room watching movies and snacking on popcorn and different snacks. It was nice. We don’t get to do this often since dad is away at work for too many months during the year. We all started to go to bed around 11pm, before I went to sleep I got my outfit ready for the party tomorrow night and went off to sleep.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
I could hear the beeping of my alarm like it was in a tunnel getting louder and louder. Slowly I started to wake up, I reached out my arm and turned off my alarm and started to get out of bed. I put on my slippers and my dressing gown on and headed into the bathroom and started getting ready for the day ahead. Around 8am I was finished and made my way downstairs. While walking down the hallway of her house she could smell the sizzling delicious smell of bacon cooking coming from the kitchen. When the kitchen comes into view she see her dad and mum standing in the kitchen cooking breakfast together. I make my way over to the kitchen table and start to pour myself a glass of orange juice that was already on the table.
“Morning sweetie.” Mum said when she saw me walking across the room.
“Morning.” I say before drinking half of my glass.
“How did you sleep last night?” Mum asked
“I had a good night sleep.” I replied.
We went along with our morning. Around 8pm I was all ready for the party and texted everyone I was ready and was about to leave to pick everybody up. I made my way downstairs and picked up my car keys from the bowl and walked into the living room.
“I’m about to leave. I’ll try and get home before midnight ok. I’ll text you when we leave the party so you don’t have to worry ok.” I say from the doorway to my dad.
“That’s ok sweetie. We’re not going anywhere tonight so we’ll be home.” He replied.
I got in my car, I collected everyone from their houses and made it to Justin’s house. I parked my car on his street and we all made our way inside.
“Um.. 11:45 at the car.” I say so we all agree on a time to head home.
“Now let’s have some fun.” Matt said while he came closer to me to give me a kiss under my ear, which caused me to giggle.
We all spent our night dancing around the backyard drinking. I only have 1 drink and stayed drinking cola and water for the rest of the night. The party was in full swing and everyone was drinking and dancing and were having a good time. It currently 11:45pm when we got in the car and left the party.
We all got in the car still laughing and having fun from the night that had just happened. I drove for about 10 minutes to Veronica house where I was dropping her off and Selena since she was staying over at her house next was Bram, then it was just Tyler, Matt and me. I was currently sitting at a red light singing along to the radio and just being our normal selves. After about 2 minutes light changed to green and I slowly started to move. When I reached the middle of the intersection of the road, out of the corner of my eye I could suddenly see bright white lights coming straight to us and hitting the car from the passenger side. The place were Matt was sitting. At first I didn’t know what to do. Blood was coming down my head from where I hit it on my door window. Matt wasn’t moving or talking and sight was getting shorter and shorter. The last thing I remember before I passed out was that I could see flashing lights and hear sirens.
It had been awhile since Ashley’s had been really happy. At the end of the last school year she was not in the right space of mind. She has been hurting. Hurting herself and then one night she messed up and go caught by her mother and that’s when she knew her life was going to change for the good. That’s when Ashley broke down, and told all her secrets to her mother, she told her everything about she felt alone and that she wasn’t pretty enough and loads more. Over a 30 minute span her mother had found out a lot that she had missed. Her own daughter was hurting herself. She wasn’t eating properly, she was hiding food in her room and keeping diary tracking her weight and noting down what she had ate that day, and how much she needed to work out or throw up to stay at the “perfect weight” she was currently at. She was cutting herself and not really sleeping. At this point in her life, on a conscious level, she new what she was doing was wrong. She knew if she kept doing this to herself she would die, but she didn’t want to listen to that voice in her head, she was only listening to the negative one. Ashley wanted to get help but didn’t want anyone to know as she didn’t want to be seen any differently in their eyes. So her mother and father got in contact with a treatment centre in Chicago, it was a very well recommended facility and 2 weeks before school ended she flew to Chicago with her mother to the centre and got checked in. Danneel stayed in Chicago for about a week before heading back home, she also promised to keep people from knowing her secrets. Since her siblings were quite young she knew her parents wouldn’t have told them anything about what was really going on and come up with a little lie about me going away to a summer camp that I wanted to go to at the beginning of the school year. However she was at a treatment centre in Chicago. She will be spending the next 6 weeks getting help for what she has been going through in silence for so long. During her time there she was going to be going to therapy sessions, group therapy sessions. She would get a balanced meal to help with weight gain. She couldn’t eat alone as she was used to eat very little in her normal day to day life. This was the next 6 weeks of her life and she needed to get better. This is Ashley Ackles story, and what lead her to this place in her life
Summary: You spend your birthday with the whole family, and watching the Supernatural finale turns out to be a bit more emotional than you’d anticipated, Words:3.1k Jared x Reader x Gen, Danneel, Jensen, JJ, Arrow, Zep, Tom, Shep, Dallas (OC) Warnings: some mentioned smut (not graphic), a touch of angst, some small spoilers for the finale (but we’ve all seen it by now)
When Jared returned home the day after your daughter’s birthday, it was strange to know that none of you were needed back in Vancouver anytime soon.
You didn’t like the idea of your house sitting empty and you couldn’t bring yourself to sell it, so you’d arranged with a letting agency to rent out the property and left them to find tenants.
Jared and Genevieve both had work lined up on Walker, but you were still living in denial about Supernatural ending and therefore hadn’t even thought of your next move.
The kids were all excited to have Jared back home, and his mood had definitely lifted upon being reunited with you all.
For the next month you spent most of your days in the same kind of routine - walking the dogs in the morning, helping Gen with the other litany of animals throughout the day, playing with Dallas until the boys were done with school, taking Koda for another walk that Arlo and Bailey were too lazy to join in on with the boys in the afternoon, and having amazing sex with your partners once all of the kids were fast asleep - so domestic that you couldn’t believe it was actually your life.
*****
You woke up on the morning of your birthday with Tom barging into your bedroom, placing something on your nightstand before bundling on top of you.
“Happy birthday!” he grinned as you squinted open your eyes.
“Thank you, baby,” you murmured, realising that besides Tom you were alone in your bed. “Where’s Mom and Dad?”
“Downstairs,” he smiled, rolling off of you so that you could sit up and stretch, “With Dal and Shep. I’m here to tell you to get up and put some clothes on.”
You looked down at yourself, wearing one of Jared’s tees as a sleep shirt.
“Somerealclothes,” he amended, crawling away as you tried to tickle him. “Stop! It was Dad’s words, I’m just tellin’ you!”
He was giggling as you got out of bed, haphazardly straightening the duvet.
“Alright, I’m getting dressed,” you told him, pulling him into a hug and kissing the top of his head. “I’ll meet you down there.”
Once he left, you were finally able to see that he’d left a homemade cupcake on the nightstand, your unlit but mostly melted orange birthday candle sticking out of the top.
You smiled to yourself, grateful that they’d kept up your tradition even when you’d made no effort to do so yourself. In a year of so much change, that one simple act of familiarity warmed your heart.
*****
Somehow, you’d slept through the entire Ackles family entering your household. You found everybody sitting around your generous dining table, waffles on everyone’s plates and huge smiles on all of their faces.
“Y’all,” you laughed, taking your designated seat between Dallas and JJ, “This is cute.”
“Happy birfday, Mama,” Dallas told you, leaning over to kiss your cheek.
“Thank you, my love,” you smiled, overwhelmed by the scent of warm waffles, syrup, and fresh fruit as you inhaled. “This looks amazing.”
“Daddy cooked,” Shep told you, and you raised an eyebrow at Jared.
“He did?” you asked, sure that it would be Genevieve who put together such a spread.
“Mhm,” Jared confirmed. “Bambi was busy sneaking in the others.”
You laughed softly before taking a sip from your glass of orange juice.
“Well, thank you,” you smiled across at him. “Can we start?”
“Tuck in, birthday girl,” he grinned, and you wasted no time in complying.
*****
“I can’t believe our baby’s 24,” Jensen told Danneel once you’d all finished breakfast.
You’d migrated to the front room after the meal, Gen and Tom insisting on doing the dishes so the rest of you could relax.
“We’re getting so old,” Danneel complained before grinning at you. “How are you feeling?”
“Honestly?” you asked, and she nodded. “A little rough.”
“That’s your mid-twenties talking,” she teased, making you laugh.
Jensen watched you with a frown.
“Partying too hard last night?” he questioned, and you shook your head.
“We’ve been having early nights because we’re all old,” you told him. “I’m fine, really. Just a little… lethargic?”
“Whassat mean?” Arrow asked, confused.
“Like, tired, I guess?” you tried to explain. “I just generally feel a little off today, but it’s nothing to worry about.”
“Do you want us to go home?” JJ offered. “If you’re feelin’ yucky?”
“No, God, no,” you assured her. “I wanna do whatever you’ve already got planned for me. Y’all aren’t allowed to leave me until we’ve all had cake.”
Your answer seemed to please the kids, and they all continued to talk amongst themselves while Jared tested your forehead with the back of his fingers.
“You’re not hot,” he told you, and you laughed in disbelief.
“Damn, on my birthday?” you complained, teasing. “You choose my birthdayto tell me I’m not attractive? Is it because I’m old now?”
“I meant that you don’t have a temperature, you nerd,” he laughed. “You know you’re a fine piece and we’re lucky to have you.”
“Yes, we are,” Gen agreed, Tom joining the kids on the floor as she placed a kiss to the top of your head. “We’re gonna grab your presents now, if that’s okay?”
“Could you grab me a water, too?” you asked, bringing a hand up to meet hers as she squeezed your shoulder. “I think I’m a bit dehydrated.”
“Of course,” she confirmed, looking over at Jensen. “Care to give me a hand?”
“For sure,” he smiled, getting up and ruffling your hair on the way past. “Sit tight, kiddo.”
*****
Somehow, you were covered in glitter.
It might’ve been from the gift wrap, or maybe the twins had just covered you in it when your back was turned, but either way you found yourself scrubbing at your hair in the shower trying to get the last of the damn shiny pieces out of your mane.
You groaned in frustration as the glitter attached itself to your skin instead of falling away from you completely.
“Need a hand?” Jared asked from the other side of the shower door, causing you to laugh.
“Do you actually want to help?” you called back. “It’s not fun shower time in here.”
He huffed a laugh of his own.
“I’m coming in,” he told you, and you stepped back to allow him to join you.
“How did you get out of this glitter-free?” you complained, letting him turn you around so he could help you with your hair.
“It’s not my birthday,” he reminded you. “And I didn’t pass out on the couch halfway through Moana.”
You gasped, inadvertently inhaling shower water which made you cough. Jared had to start rubbing your back to try and stop you from choking.
“You let them glitter bomb me while I was napping?” you asked once you’d caught your breath.
“Dal and the twins made a very convincing case that it was birthday sparkles,” he reasoned, his hands still working through your hair.
You sighed, closing your eyes and giving in to the sensation. You couldn’t exactly be mad about it, the glitter had made for an excellent polaroid shot as you blew out your candles. Plus, the feeling of Jared’s fingers massaging your scalp was worth the irritation you’d felt just minutes ago.
You hummed, leaning back against his chest.
“Feel nice?” he guessed, and you hummed in agreement. “I think I’ve got everything that’s gonna come out tonight.”
You made a huff of indignation, causing Jared to laugh softly, moving his hands from your hair to your shoulders and kneading gently.
“Have my hands rendered you wordless?” he queried, and you smiled.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” you mumbled, turning to face him and placing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I love you.”
He smiled, pecking your lips again.
“I love you, too,” he promised. “Now, get out so I can wash myself.”
You laughed, pinching his ass as you opened the door.
“Don’t have too much fun in there without me,” you told him, wrapping a towel around yourself.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
*****
*****
The weeks after your birthday, leading up to the Supernatural finale, went past in a blur.
By the time November 19th rolled around, you still weren’t feeling too emotional about everything.
Jared and Gen were getting sentimental, so you had arranged to go over to your parents’ house to watch the episode with them, giving your partners some time to reflect on the show without your indifference clouding the air.
Just as you sat down, ready to watch the episode with Jensen and Danneel, your phone started blowing up with tags from fellow cast members on their posts about the end of an era.
“Y'all are taking this far too seriously,” you announced, making your own post before putting your phone down and paying attention.
*****
Okay, so maybeyou cried.
Maybeseeing the empty bunker did something to you.
Maybeyou pulled yourself together again enough to shoot off a text to Jared about that fucking wig, and maybeyou instantly fell apart again when Dean hugged his brother.
“Now who’s taking it too seriously?” Jensen asked, tears in his own eyes as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him and placing a kiss to the top of your head.
“I don’t know what you mean,” you lied, wiping your eyes.
You watched on-screen Jared and Jensen thank the fans while you were curled up under your father’s arm, trying to stop yourself from crying.
“Fuck. This stupid show,” you grumbled, pulling away and fully wiping your tears, sniffing back any more that threatened to flow.
“Dits, you’re allowed to be emotional,” Danneel reminded you. “Emotions aren’t weak, you said that yourself.”
“I know,” you assured them, getting up and kissing her cheek on your way past. “I’m going to check on Dal.”
“Alright, baby,” she answered, letting you go without question.
You headed upstairs, peeking in at Dallas to find her sleeping calmly in the nursery before heading to your old room and burrowing yourself underneath the covers.
You weren’t crying anymore, you didn’t really feel as if you were going to again, but you needed some time alone to just process your emotions.
It hadn’t hit you until now that it was actually over. The show that had taken a chance on you when you were a lonely, broke 19-year-old, that had given you opportunities and a platform you could never have imagined… that show had ended. It was gone.
The place where you’d met Jared and Jensen, by extension Genevieve, Danneel, and all of the kids, it didn’t even exist anymore. The set had been destroyed.
You’d known all of this for weeks but until you’d watched the finale it was more of an abstract thought. Now it all felt very real.
If it wasn’t for Supernatural, you had no idea where you would be right now, and you were, so, so thankful.
*****
You must’ve dozed off, because you didn’t hear anyone coming into your room until Danneel sat down tentatively on the edge of your bed.
“It’s getting late,” she told you, and you stretched as you sat up against the headboard. “Are you staying over?”
You sighed, checking the clock on the bedside table and noting that it was almost 1am.
“I guess, if that’s okay?” you asked. “It seems stupid to go home now.”
“Of course,” she smiled kindly, brushing your hair back from your forehead. “Have you just been up here crying this whole time?”
“Not crying,” you corrected, “Reflecting. And then napping, I guess.”
You found your phone in your pocket, typing out a message to Jared and Gen, letting them know you’d be back in the morning.
“Alright, baby,” Danneel smiled kindly, getting to her feet again. “I’ll grab you a water. There’s some of Jensen’s tees in the drawer if you wanna change out of your jeans to sleep.”
“Thanks, Mama,” you laughed softly, standing up and pulling her into a hug. “I love y’all.”
“We know,” she promised. “You might change your mind when you’ve checked instagram, though.”
You rolled your eyes as you pulled away.
“More paparazzi?”
“Something like that,” she confirmed, grinning as she started to leave. “Get changed, I’ll be right back.”
*****
*****
You had a dream that night.
It was so vivid, so real, that you woke yourself up with a yell.
You were far too hot in your room, despite only having one of Jensen’s worn out tees on top of your underwear, so you got out of the bed and opened your window, breathing in the cool air of the Austin twilight.
You closed your eyes, taking grounding breaths as you focussed on the weight of your feet against the cool wooden floor. You tried to clear your mind, concentrating on the way the heels and balls of your feet pressed against the wood, the arches slightly raised as you pressed down through your toes, keeping your eyes shut as you took deep breath after deep breath. Every thought that tried to enter your mind was noted and then pushed aside, focusing back on your soles until breathing came naturally again.
“Hey.”
Jensen’s voice was quiet, unstartling even though you hadn’t noticed him opening your door.
“Hey,” you replied, not turning to face him. “How long have you been in here?”
“Long enough to know you were grounding,” he admitted, and you let out a low laugh. “Wanna talk about it?”
You shrugged, finally turning to face him, finding him loitering in your doorway.
“It’s stupid,” you told him, sitting back down on the bed and encouraging him to join you against the headboard.
“You don’t have to,” he assured you. “But I’m all ears if you do.”
“It’s honestly… it’s so dumb,” you admitted, meeting his eye. “You died. My- my birth mom, she shot you”
He smiled sadly, sympathetically.
“Now I’m awake, I know it’s because of that scene,” you continued. “I know that’s fresh in my mind, but that was Dean, and this was you. Fuck. You were protecting me. It was so… so real? I’m dumb.”
Jensen wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you to him and placing a kiss to the top of your head.
“You called out for me,” he told you, quietly. “In your sleep, before you woke yourself up; I was already outside.”
“I’m an idiot,” you sniffed, leaning into him. “I could’ve woken the kids.”
“You’re fine,” he laughed slightly. “I reckon we have an hour before they’ll appear. You can get some more sleep, if you want.”
You sighed, rubbing at your temples.
“She’s gone,” he reminded you. “She can’t hurt us anymore.”
“I know,” you agreed. “I know. I’m okay.”
You broke off into a yawn, scrunching your eyes shut and fighting the urge to stretch.
“Get some rest,” he told you, getting off of the bed and letting you get under the covers.
It was as if he could sense your reluctance, and he tentatively sat down again on the edge of the bed.
“Do you want me to stay?” he asked, and you scoffed unconvincingly.
“I’m not a baby,” you protested, and he rolled his eyes as he laid down next to you.
“That wasn’t the question,” he mumbled, closing his eyes as his head hit the pillow. “Now I’m staying here whether you like it or not.”
“I guess that’s fine,” you allowed, letting sleep pull you under again.
*****
You had to admit that you slept much more restfully with Jensen beside you.
You woke up to Dallas wandering into your room, throwing herself onto your bed.
“Mornin,” Jensen murmured, stretching his arms above his head before sitting up and pulling her onto his lap.
“Grampa,” she giggled. “We had a sleepover.”
“So did we,” you mumbled, making grabby hands at her until she crawled on top of you.
“We didn’t go home,” she told you, and you nodded.
“I got tired,” you explained. “We do gotta go home soon, though. Gotta give Daddy, Bambi, and the boys some big hugs.”
She nodded, laying down across you so you could wrap your arms around her.
“I love you loads,” you reminded her, kissing her temple.
“Yah,” she agreed. “I know.”
“Okay, Han Solo,” Jensen laughed, getting to his feet and stretching again, his back popping satisfyingly as he did so. “Come on. Let your mama wake up properly, I’ll get you some breakfast.”
The speed at which your daughter scrambled off of you was honestly impressive.
“Grampa’s speshal pancakes?” she asked, reaching her arms up for him to pick her up.
He lifted her onto his hip, asking her if she’d been good enough to warrant pancakes as they left the room.
You smiled to yourself, reaching for your phone as you heard your daughter telling your father how she totally deserved pancakes.
Gen had replied to your message last night, simply telling you they loved you, so you let them know you’d be home soon before getting out of bed and pulling on your jeans.
You picked up the rest of your clothes from the floor, not bothering to get changed fully before leaving your room and knocking on the door of Danneel’s.
“Yeah?” she replied, and you opened the door with a sheepish smile.
“Sorry,” you told her. “About last night.”
“Nothing to apologise for, baby,” she promised. “You good, now?”
“I think so,” you agreed, leaning on the door jamb. “Had a super weird dream but… I’m alright.”
“Just needed your dad, no shame in that,” Danneel smiled, a little sadly. “We’ve got your back.”
You smiled, looking down at your feet before glancing back up at your mom.
“He’s making pancakes for the tiny chief,” you told her, making her laugh, “If you wanna come join? I’m sure your kiddos will be down there, too.”
“I’ll check on their rooms and then come down,” she smiled, stretching her arms above her head. “Jay’s pancakes are too good to miss.”
*****
You finished your breakfast, having wolfed down Jensen’s pancakes much faster than the rest of your family, and watched as everyone else polished off their plates.
You pulled out your phone, opening up instagram and starting to type what was on your mind, allowing the words to flow as you felt them come to you, under some photos you’d taken on your last day at the Men of Letters bunker.
“Are you okay?” JJ asked, frowning across at you as she reached for her cup.
“Peachy,” you mumbled, hitting ‘post’ before smiling brightly across at her. “Just thinkin ‘bout stuff.”
“Good stuff?” she asked, and you nodded.
“Good stuff,” you agreed. “Just feeling grateful for our family, y’know? Glad to have you all.”
Summary: You think back on your time in lockdown/quarantine and discuss your future with the Padaleckis. You spend Dallas’ third birthday without Jared as he finishes filming for Supernatural. Words:2.8k Jared x Reader x Gen, Danneel, Jensen, JJ, Arrow, Zep, Tom, Shep, Dallas (OC) Warnings: slight angst
You blinked, looking down at your daughter in absolute shock.
“Take that back,” JJ demanded as you paused the movie.
Dallas shrugged, seemingly unbothered by her annoyance.
“Baby, it’s a classic,” you reminded her, trying to ease the rising tension you could feel your sister emitting.
“It’sTangled,” JJ emphasised. “You can’t be bored watching Tangled. You’re not allowed.”
“I am,” Dallas told her, defiantly. “Wanna play.”
Danneel huffed a laugh, standing up and picking Dallas up onto her hip.
“Who’s daughter areyou?” she asked.
“Daddy’s,” she told her, making you laugh in disbelief.
“Daddy didn’t carry you in his belly for months and months,” you reminded her. “You’re supposed to be on myteam.”
She shrugged again, twisting in Danneel’s arms to look towards the doorway.
“You wanna go play with Grandpa?” Danneel asked, and your daughter nodded enthusiastically. “Alright then, baby. I’ll be back.”
You carded a hand through JJ’s hair, smiling when she looked up at you.
“She’s a traitor,” she told you, and you shook your head.
“She’s a baby.”
“She’s nearly three,” JJ countered. “I was three when you met me.”
The revelation felt like a slap across the face as you looked to the doorway that your daughter had just left through.
“God,” you breathed. “She’s getting so old.”
“Old enough to be a ‘Punzel hating traitor,” JJ agreed, pulling you from your momentary turmoil and making you laugh again.
“Hey,” you chastised fondly. “She’s allowed to like different things.”
JJ turned her look of disappointment to you, unable to believe what she had heard.
“EvenDaddylikes Tangled,” she insisted. “He sings along to the boy parts every time.”
You sighed, reaching across the couch and pulling her back onto your lap.
She was really getting too big to be sitting on your lap now. You were sure that, by the time she hit high school, she would be miles taller than you already.
“It just means it’s a Dits and Tex thing,” you told her, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your head on hers.
JJ hummed, leaning back into you and fiddling with your hands at her stomach.
“Can you play?” she asked, letting go of one of your hands so you could pick up the remote.
You smiled, letting her get comfortable in your lap as you pressed play, watching as Flynn came back to Rapunzel, arms full of firewood and rambling about super-strength.
“I’m happy we can cuddle again,” JJ murmured, resting her head against your shoulder.
“Me too,” you smiled, kissing her temple.
Once everything went into lockdown, you’d had to choose which house you would quarantine with. As much as it had pained you to do so, you’d had to cut physical contact with the rest of the Ackles’ and spend a difficult few months away from them.
Of course, you could still FaceTime and, after a while, meet up while remaining socially distanced, but it wasn’t the same.
On the other hand, spending that time with the Padaleckis was somewhat refreshing.
Filming of Supernatural’s final season had been put on hold, so the six of you had spent a lot more time together than you ever had since you’d become part of their family.
Dallas was growing up fast, despite your insistence that she was still your baby, and her brothers were extraordinarily patient with her. They seemed to understand what she wanted when her vocabulary failed to express it, but helped her to fill in the blanks rather than simply cutting her off so she could still learn.
It wasn’t just the kids who you got to spend more time with, though.
The amount of downtime spent with Gen and, more specifically, Jared, had led to a slight panic involving a missed pill and a missed period. You’d freaked out, bought a bunch of pregnancy tests, taken one a day for a couple of weeks.
Thankfully, this time, it was just a scare, but when you were able to spend time with the Ackles again, it got you thinking.
Watching Dallas with Arrow and Zep, all of them so confidently walking and playing together, none of them even resembling babies anymore… it made you miss it.
JJ mentioning that Dallas was nearly as old as she had been when you met her for the first time had just been the last straw.
—–
You put Dallas down for a nap, popping in to check on the boys in the playroom before finding Jared and Genevieve in the front room when you returned home that afternoon.
“How was it?” Jared asked as you took a seat next to him, tucking your feet up and leaning against the arm of the couch.
“Good,” you confirmed. “Watched Tangled.”
“Of course you did,” Gen laughed. “I bet you could recreate that movie, scene-by-scene, just from memory at this point.”
“Word for word, too,” Jared agreed.
You smiled, chewing at the corner of your lower lip.
Jared caught the movement, frowning slightly at your expression.
“What?” he asked, sensing that you had something to say. “What is it?”
“I think I want another baby,” you blurted, feeling yourself blush as you did so.
You watched as both sets of eyebrows shot up, the two of them glancing at each other before looking back at you.
“Maybe. If- if that’s something you’d want,” you added, not wanting to steamroll the whole idea.
Gen laughed softly as Jared scratched the back of his neck, looking at you curiously.
“Where has this come from?” Jared asked, and you shook your head as you let your legs drop to the ground.
“Forget it,” you murmured, pushing up to your feet. “I’m being stupid.”
“Hey, baby, no,” Gen placated, gently grabbing your wrist from her spot on the armchair as you tried to walk past. “We should talk about this.”
“It’s dumb,” you told her, letting her pull you down onto the arm of her seat.
“It’s not,” Jared assured you, “I just don’t understand where this has come from. A couple weeks ago we were in panic mode about even the possibilityof another.”
“I know,” you agreed, embarrassed. “I was super freaked out because it wasn't… we hadn’t talked about it. I hadn’t even thoughtabout it. I love Dallas so much, she’s the best thing that’s happened to me, but I don’t ever want to do the whole ‘unplanned’ thing again.”
“We get that,” Gen agreed. “Dal really did kinda knock us sideways when she came along.”
Jared laughed softly and you looked over at him, your eyes softening just taking in his reminiscent expression.
“I just… I realised that Dallas isn’t a baby anymore,” you explained. “I miss having a baby around.”
"Me too,” Gen murmured, and you looked down at her, a frown pulling at your brows.
“You mean…?” you trailed off, subconsciously looking down at her stomach.
“Oh, God, no,” she laughed, leaning up to kiss the question from your lips. “I’m sodone with having babies, my body can’t take it. But really I miss holding yours.”
You let out a soft laugh, getting to your feet as Jared reached a hand out.
You let him bring you back down next to him and tuck your hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek.
“You sure?” he asked, and you swallowed before nodding.
“Yeah,” you confirmed. “God, yeah.”
He smiled, pulling you in for a kiss.
“But only if you want,” you insisted, pulling back to meet his eyes.
He grinned, placing another quick peck to your lips.
“I want.”
—–
You didn’t tell the kids that you were planning on giving them another sibling. You all agreed that you didn’t want to get them too excited given that it would be months before they’d get to meet them anyway.
You stopped taking your pill and started tracking your cycle, almost constantly in a state of excitement, the idea of actually planning a pregnancy had you bouncing through the roof. Not to mention, the sex was incredible.
By the time Dallas’ birthday came around, you’d had no luck with tests so far, but you were enjoying the trying enough not to be too disheartened by it.
Dallas’ birthday landed on the last ever day of filming Supernatural, making for a bittersweet day for the family.
Jared and Jensen were still in Vancouver but the rest of the family were with you in Austin. You’d all had a sleepover at the Ackles’ on the 9th, asking Dallas that night what she wanted for breakfast in the morning.
“No pants,” she had told you, and Danneel had let out a bark of laughter.
“I meant what food,” you clarified, and your daughter had shrugged.
“Don’t care,” she admitted. “Jus’ no pants.”
You let her sleep in the bed with you and Gen, the boys in with JJ, so that you could have a little bit of Mama-Dallas-Bambi time first thing in the morning before everybody else woke up.
Jared and Jensen called on FaceTime just after you’d woken up, the two of them getting in their time with the birthday girl before they had to film.
“You gotta be good for your mama,” Jared reminded Dallas towards the end of the call.
“Uh, i’s my birfday,” she replied, with all the sass that you would always deny she learned from you.
“You gotta be good otherwise Grandpa and Daddy will stay here another day,” Jensen threatened, making Genevieve laugh from the other side of the room as she brushed her hair.
“No fair,” Dallas complained. “Miss you.”
“We miss you too, baby,” Jared assured her. “We will see you tomorrow.”
“Yep, you better,” you told him. “Dal isn’t the only one missing you.”
“Y/N hasn’t stopped complaining that she’s not up there with you,” Gen mentioned, loud enough for Jensen to roll his eyes.
“We get it, we all miss Jared,” he grumbled.
“An’ Grampa,” Dallas assured him, making him smile again.
“Alright, we’ve gotta go baby girl,” he told her. “We love you lots.”
“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Jared added. “I can’t wait to give my grown up girl a hug.”
Dallas beamed, and you smiled at the two of them.
“Good luck today,” you told them. “Remember to make the most of it.”
“The end of an era,” Jared murmured, blinking back tears as Jensen clapped him on the shoulder.
“We’ll see you soon,” Jensen spoke, emotion flooding his voice , too.
“We love you,” you assured them, Dallas agreeing with a firm nod. “Go bring it home.”
*****
*****
Jared had messaged you as soon as they were done filming that day, asking if it was possible to call and talk to just you and Genevieve.
You showed Gen while you were all sat on the couch watching Finding Dory with the kids.
“Be good for Dee,” you told Dallas, kissing the top of her head. “Boys, you too.”
“Yah,” Shep agreed as you and Gen got to your feet to leave the room.
Danneel frowned slightly, and you just pointed at your phone, hoping that it was enough of an explanation for now before heading up to your bedroom to make the call.
Jared answered on the first ring, his teary face filling your screen.
“Oh, baby,” Gen murmured, and Jared laughed, the movement crinkling his eyes and letting more tears fall.
“Tough day?” you guessed, and he nodded.
“God, I don’t know why I didn’t think it would be this hard,” he admitted, sniffing and wiping his cheeks. He was sat in the rocking chair in Dallas’ nursery at your Vancouver house, leaning all the way back so he was almost against the wall.
“To be fair, you grew up on that show,” Gen reminded him.
“She’s right,” you confirmed. “You were like my age when you started and now-”
“I’m already crying and now you’re calling me old?” he asked, but he was starting to smile.
“No!” you laughed. “No, I just mean it’s been a big part of your life for so long. It would be weirder if you weren’t crying.”
“Yeah,” he sighed, his eyelashes still wet but he didn’t seem to be actually crying anymore.
“For real, though, how was your day?” you asked, and he started nibbling his lip.
“Emotionally taxing,” he sighed. “Felt a lot like the olden days, only with a bunch more wrinkles.”
“And a couple more grey hairs, huh?” Gen teased, making him laugh.
“Yeah, all Jensen’s,” he lied. “It’s just so crazy that it’s actually over.”
He paused, and Gen looked at you with a sad smile.
“We owe a lot to that show,” she mentioned, looking back at the screen. “Our relationship.”
“Our kids,” you agreed, noticing that he was starting to get upset again. “Jared, if you feel like you need to cry, cry.”
He shook his head, trying to blink the tears away.
“It’s stupid,” he murmured. “We chose to end it.”
“Emotions aren’t stupid,” Gen insisted.
“Right,” you confirmed. “You’re saying goodbye to a big part of your life. We were on the show too but wecan’t even fully understand what you’re feeling right now, so you’ve gotta let yourself feel it, okay?”
Jared laughed softly.
“You sound like-”
“Our therapist?” you interrupted, smiling slightly. “Yah, I know. But she’s a smart lady. Go curl up in our massive bed and cry it out.”
“Then go downstairs and have a beer with Jay because I’m sure he’s feeling things too,” Gen added.
“You’re right,” he sniffed, getting to his feet and making his way to your bedroom. “Tell Dallas I say happy birthday again. I can’t wait to see y’all tomorrow.”
“Of course,” you assured him. “It’s okay to be sad though, Jare. It’s been a big day.”
“Love you,” Gen told him, and he smiled slightly as he climbed onto the bed.
“Love you, too,” he mumbled. “I’m gonna go feel things now.”
“See you tomorrow,” you promised, hanging up and pocketing your phone.
Gen pulled you into a sudden hug, and you laughed softly in surprise as you wrapped your arms around her.
“Hey,” you murmured into her hair. “What’s this for?”
She pulled back enough for you to notice that she had tears in her eyes, too.
Instantly, you had no idea how to handle the situation.
Speaking to Jared on the phone was one thing. You could repeat what Sarah had said to you and hope it worked. With Genevieve there, crying in your arms, you had absolutely no clue what to do. The only time you’d ever seen her cry before was in sympathy for you when you spoke about your past, and even then she was the one being strong while you broke apart.
“Uh,” you began, stroking her hair back from her face.
“I’m okay,” she told you, sniffing. She smiled in a way that you assumed was meant to be reassuring.
“Are you?” you asked, hating the fact that she was trying to reassure you even though she was the one that was upset.
“Mostly,” she admitted, pulling away and wiping her tears. “I’m just grateful for the show.”
“Yeah,” you smiled softly. “Me too.”
You pulled her into a gentle kiss before leaving her in your room to go back to the kids.
You weren’t used to being the emotional rock in your relationship, but you just weren’t feeling anywhere near the melancholy that seemed to be hitting Jared and Gen. In theory, you were sad about Supernatural ending, but it hadn’t really affected you yet. At some point you were sure it would sink in that this was really the end, but for now you’d have to take up the mantle and be strong for all of you.
You stood in the doorway to the front room, grinning to yourself as your kids and siblings all held their hands to their heads and mimicked the echolocation sounds from the movie.
“Y’all are nerds,” you told them, earning a grin from Danneel.
You walked further in, choosing to sit on the floor with the dogs instead of shifting the kids around on the couch.
Bailey got up to lay next to you, resting her head on your thigh.
“They’re tryna replace you with a beluga whale,” you told her, petting her side. “You’re the only Bailey for me.”
“She can’t hear you,” Tom reminded you, making you roll your eyes fondly.
“She knows what I mean,” you murmured.
Dallas got up from the couch and crawled into your lap, careful not to disrupt Bailey’s new position.
“Daddy says happy birthday,” you told her, quietly, kissing the top of her head. “Again. We’ll see him tomorrow.”
She grabbed the hand that wasn’t petting Bailey and wrapped it around her waist, playing with your fingers as she kept her eyes on the movie.
“I miss him,” she whispered, and you hugged her tighter.
