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katehuntington · 5 years ago
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Title: Changes - part eleven Word count:  ±3000 words Summary “Changes”: Huntress ZoĂ« Sullivan (OFC) crosses paths and swords with the Winchesters, when the brothers stumble on a case she’s already working. When complications arise, they are forced to work together. Summary part eleven: The case is closed and the hunters go their separate ways, but not before having to deal with a few loose ends. Episode warnings: Dark! NSFW, 18+ only! Angst, gore, violence, character death. Description of blood, injury and medical procedures. Demon possession, supernatural creatures/entities. Smut, swearing, alcohol use/addiction. Kidnapping, mentions of torture and murder, illegal/criminal practices. Mentions of nightmares and flashbacks.  Music: Purple Haze - Jimmi Hendrix, Highway To Hell - AC/DC. Author’s note: I’m super excited to share Supernatural: The Sullivan Series. There are quite a few people I want to thank: @coffee-obsessed-writer​, @soupornatural​ & @mrswhozeewhatsis​, who edited the early drafts, and my girls @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish​ and @winchest09​ who are deciphering the recent version. Everyone who encouraged me to go for it, you are awesome!
Supernatural: The Sullivan Series Masterlist 01x01 “Changes” Masterlist
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     Flashing lights shimmer bright blue and red on the surroundings of the three hunters. They’re out in the open again, the moon and stars above them, the night air chilly. Dean leans against his Impala, while ZoĂ« has made herself comfortable on the saddle of her bike, overlooking the scene. Police officers are clearing the area, some take notes of what the victims have to say. Before the authorities arrived, the hunters talked to the victims about what to tell the police. Their best advice was to keep quiet. People who start their statement with the word ‘shapeshifter’ usually end up in a psych ward. If they ever need to talk about what happened, they can call the brothers. 
     All the people have been pulled out of the septic tank by the fire department. An ambulance with Cole in the back is the first to leave the driveway, sirens blaring, while others are treated and prepared for their ride to hospital. Sam walks up to the other hunters and halts, watching the ambulance take off.      “Cole is in critical condition, but the paramedic was hopeful. She said if we hadn’t found him, he wouldn’t have survived the night. The others are okay, besides from minor injuries and malnutrition,” he informs.       “Good,” Dean says, satisfied.      “And Terry Cliffer?” ZoĂ« wonders.      “Yeah, about Terry...” Sam shakes his head. “They found him, too.”      “Dead?” she assumes.      Sam nods and leans against the hood. The paramedics took care of the wound on his head, the injury is barely visible, covered by his long brown hair.      “They found his body in the back of the tank.”      ZoĂ« sighs. “Damnit.”       She glances over to the ambulance where Michelle Cliffer is sitting on a gurney, wrapped in a thermal blanket. She has her daughter and son by her side, comforting her children. ZoĂ« wonders if she knows. The boys catch her gaze at the broken family.       “You can’t save them all.”
     It's Dean who reminds her of that, to Zoë’s surprise. She expected words of consolation from the younger Winchester, who’s shown her a lot more sympathy than his arrogant brother, until now, that is. She nods at the hunter, hearing his message, but unable to accept tonight’s outcome. Every time an innocent is killed by something she hunts, she feels like she failed. Even though they saved the others, not to mention the many victims that would have followed if they hadn't ended the shifter, ZoĂ« cannot shake that feeling. 
     When she looks up at Michelle again, she sees that the woman is on her way over. It’s not hard to miss the widow’s grief.      “Michelle...” Sam stammers, not sure what to say.      She forces a polite smile and gives him a nod, but it's obvious she's torn up. Through the tears, she looks them in the eye one by one.      “What you did
 you have no idea what this means to me,” she says, her voice breaking.      “Just doing our job, ma’am,” Dean responds, as if it’s no big deal.
     “It’s so strange...” The poor woman shakes her head, still unable to grasp what happened. “I noticed that Terry was behaving differently about a month ago. I had no idea that--"       “- it wasn’t your husband?” Sam fills in.      She looks up at him, sniffles and nods.      “He looked just like him. A few days ago, I started asking questions and
 well, you know the rest.”      She looks down, as if she’s trying to find her strength in the soil underneath her feet. Her bottom lip begins to quiver.      “They just informed me about Terry.”      “We're very sorry,” Sam returns, compassionately.
     Michelle looks up, her piercing blue eyes seeking Dean, the man who rescued her and her children.      “Thank you,” she says, soft but genuine.      “Don’t thank me. Thank her,” he nods at ZoĂ«. “She did most of the work.”      ZoĂ« looks up, stunned, not expecting the sudden attention. Her gaze shifts to the mother, who turns towards her, her eyes showing more gratitude than a thousand words could describe.      “Thank you for rescuing our children.” she voices, gratefully, and turns to the boys as well. “You saved my family.”
     With nothing left to say, she heads back for the ambulance, her little boy walking with her by the hand, but Lizzy lingers, still looking up at the female hunter. After pondering a little longer, the six year old runs towards the huntress and folds her little arms around Zoë’s leg, giving her a hug before heading back to her mother. A small smile pulls at the corner of her mouth as ZoĂ« watches the little girl go. Lizzy waves at her until the doors of the ambulance close, answered by a final salute from the company of three. A breath floats from her lips, the weight on her shoulders made lighter by the young girl, who made it all worthwhile.
     “Dude, you smell like a toilet,” Dean comments out of nowhere.      He sniffs while making a face, eying his brother, who is still standing next to him.      “You wanna tell me you smell like roses?” Sam returns.      Dean stares back, puzzled. “What are you--“       Sam grabs Dean’s leather coat and pulls it up, showing the dirt and feces stuck to it.      “Ah, shit,” Dean curses.      ZoĂ« grins. “Indeed.”       Sam can’t help but smirk when Dean pulls himself loose, annoyed. Then he glares at ZoĂ«.      “You totally fucked up my favorite jacket,” he gripes, pissed off.      “Gonna cry about it?” she pouts at him.      He gives her a dirty look and narrows his eyes, but ZoĂ« doesn’t let him off the hook just yet.      “You’re lucky you didn’t fuck up my Dave,” she warns. “Next time you have the nerve to get on my bike, I’ll kill you.”      “You have such a warm and loving personality, know that?” Dean snarls, sarcastically.
     “Talking about warm and loving, you said something about ‘me being all over you’?” she brings up, curious.      “You jumped me, and not in a violent kind of way,” he reveals, scratching the back of his head, a little embarrassed.      “How did you find out it wasn’t me?” ZoĂ« wonders.      “Simple; there was no trace of that bullet wound,” he explains, nodding at her abdomen.      “Ah, so clothes were off; you did play ball.” She grins, crossing her arms and leaning back a little. “How far did you make it, exactly? First base? Second base?”
     Sam snorts, watching the interaction between the two hunters. He didn’t expect a blush to turn the tips of Dean’s ears pink, however.      “Oh, whoa!” she realizes. “You got to third base.”      “Dude, you had sex with a shapeshifter?” Sam smirks.      “Dude, no! C’mon!” Dean defends.      ZoĂ« grins, amused. His denial was a little too fast and too loud. For a ‘professional’ con artist, he’s a pretty bad liar.       “Did shifter-me give you a hand or was it the other way around?”      “I - that’s not
” Dean stutters, only digging himself deeper. “You know what? I don’t have to answer to you.”      She huffs. “Well, since you thought you were having sex with me, I think you kinda do.”      “I didn’t have sex with you, or fake-you,” he makes clear, correcting himself while looking confused. “Look, I know what I was doing. I shot the fucker and saved your ass, so I think I deserve some credit.” 
     But ZoĂ« doesn’t plan to stop.      “You’re into me,” she provokes.      “You’re so full of shit,” Dean scoffs. “You might come in a pretty package, sweetheart, but you are as sour as they come.”      She laughs at the insult and slides her helmet over her head, securing the chinstrap.       “I have zero intention to become your friend, Dean, and that was your first clue. When that shifter came on so strong, you should’ve known you were either having a wet dream, or the ‘pretty package’ wasn’t actually this sour bitch.”
     The huntress starts the engine of her Harley before the guy she’s been butting heads with can counter. She doesn’t take off however; she’s not done yet.      “Oh, by the way, did you know that shapeshifters aren’t sexless?”      “Of course I knew that,” Dean utters. “So?”      “Well, Sammy there saw the shifter shed and he was pretty sure it wasn’t female. So whatever you did, you didn’t do it with the opposite sex.”      ZoĂ« leaves the rest for the older Winchester brother to figure out, and to her amusement, it doesn’t take long before it settles in what she’s implying. When she sees the horror and bewilderment in his eyes, she has to pull every string to not break character.       “Bye, boys!”
     She turns the throttle and steers her bike towards the road. Sam has the feeling he’s experiencing dĂ©jĂ  vu. Last night, they were standing in the exact same spot, ZoĂ« driving off on her Harley Davidson, Dean staring at her in awe. The younger Winchester tries his best not to burst into laughter, but has difficulty keeping a straight face. He decides to play along with Zoë’s little mind game.      “Is she actually saying that I...?” Dean stammers, eyeing his brother, unsettled.      Sam nods.      “Did you really see
?”      Sam nods.      Nauseated Dean looks away, realizing what this means.      “I’m gonna throw up.”
     Disoriented, he circles the car and slips into his seat a moment later. In shock he stares at the emblem in the center of the steering wheel; his whole life has been a lie. Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix starts playing when the driver turns the key in the ignition. As if he didn’t feel dirty enough, the thought of the shapeshifter driving his beloved Impala only adds to his discomfort. Oh well, at least the bastard didn’t screw with his mixtape.
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     Beams of yellow glide through the car rhythmically, fading in and out every time they pass a street light. The V8 under the hood roars steady, already radiating warmth into the cabin as they are about to drive into the city of Rochester. Dean has turned the heat on, aware that Sam had been stuck underground for hours; he figured his little brother might be cold. The gash on his head didn’t look too bad, looks like he got away with nothing but a scratch.       “So, what’s our plan for the rest of the night?” Dean asks him, actually checking if Sam wants to hit the road or call it a night.      Sam chuckles, assuming he has other intentions with that question.      “Considering you have a date with Vicodin girl?”           For the second time this evening, Dean experiences a sudden and overwhelming pressure on his chest as he hits the brakes, almost causing the car behind him to crash into his bumper. The driver honks madly and swerves around when the Chevrolet pulls over.      “Dude!” Sam exclaims, startled.      He doesn’t answer. When they have come to a full stop, Dean glances at his watch instead; it’s 9:15. Frustrated he slams the steering wheel.      “Fuck!”      “What’s your problem?” Sam returns, stunned.      “That’s my problem.” He nods at his rear view mirror.
     It’s just now that Sam notices the sirens behind them. He quickly looks over his shoulder and curses, but is surprised to see the police cars pass them.      “It’s not even for us, Dean. Would you relax?” Sam doesn’t understand all the fuss.      “Oh, it’s for us, alright,” Dean mutters, nodding at the first responders, who make a sharp right to 6th St Southwest, joined by another vehicle from the other direction.      “That’s - that’s where our hotel is,” the younger of the two realizes.          The driver rubs his face. “I didn’t bolt the door.”       With eyes wide open, Sam stares at his brother. “What?!”       “I was in a bit of a hurry,” Dean excuses. “I think Vicodin girl walked in on a dead shapeshifter.”      “Please tell me you covered our tracks,” his brother pleads.      “I didn’t have time for that, Sam! For all I knew I could have been working on a fucking time schedule here! I didn’t know where you were, if you were alive!” he explains, frantically.      “Okay, just chill out. You did take our stuff with you, right?” Sam supposes.      “Let me think. Who had the car again!?” Dean returns.      “You left my laptop in the room?!” Sam exclaims, freaking out. “All our documents, our records, everything is on that computer!”      “I wasn’t thinking straight, okay?! I thought you were dead!” Dean shouts back.      “At least tell me you brought Dad’s journal,” Sam asserts.      He doesn’t need an answer; when he watches Dean’s expression go blank, he knows enough.      “Dean, you didn’t,” Sam sighs and runs his hands through his hair frustrated.      “We need to get back in there,” Dean states, determined.      “Are you nuts? There are cops all over that place!” Sam reminds him.      “Everything we know, everything Dad knows, is in that journal. Names, addresses, phone numbers, you have any idea how many people are gonna get in trouble if that book falls into the wrong hands?!” Sam sums up, his voice raised.
     Before Sam can continue the argument, Dean’s Rock N’ Roll ringtone cuts through the tension. Irritated, he rummages around in his pocket and takes out his phone. He checks the display before he picks up; he doesn’t know the number.      “Hello?”      “Hey, Birdbrain.”      He recognizes that voice, even though the sounds in the background are so loud that he has difficulty understanding her. He rolls his eyes skyward.      “Zo, not now. I have a little bit of a situation here.”      “You mean that you left everything you own except for that damn car of yours in the Deep Purple Inn, which just got stormed by the cops?”
     Dean stares at the road ahead, flabbergasted.      “How the fuck do you know that?”      “Because I was just there.”      “You were there?” he repeats stunned.      Frowning, Sam looks over at his brother, trying to make out what ZoĂ« is saying.      “That lizard took my Macbook and my phone up to your room, I had to get it back. Nice job tidying up the place, by the way.”      “I was a little busy saving everyone’s ass!” Dean returns.      “I went through a hell of a lot of trouble to get your things, but I’ll be happy to dump them alongside the road somewhere if you don’t drop that attitude. Do you want your shit back or not?”
     Silence. Dean curses under his breath, turning the speaker away from his mouth so that the huntress doesn’t pick up on it. He absolutely despises it when he’s forced to take a knee.      “Yes,” he growls, grinding his teeth while pronouncing the simple three letter word.      “I’m gonna make sure I’m out of the state before I pull over, considering shapeshifter-me shot up an entire bar and I just entered the crime scene of my own murder. I advise you to do the same thing.”      “Copy that,” Dean agrees. “And our stuff?”      “You’ve got my number. Give me a call in a few days.”      “Can’t we just meet up somewhere in Iowa?” he proposes.      “No can do, I’m heading to Arkansas for a haunting. Not sure how long that’s gonna take. Leave the state, lay low and call me in a few days, got that?”      Dean sighs, rolling his eyes. Seems like he doesn’t have a choice.      “Got it.”      “Oh, and for the sake of public health, when you cross the state border, take a shower at the first truck stop.”      With those words, she disconnects. Dean looks down at the phone and scoffs. Un-fucking-believable.       “She has our stuff?”       Sam has been staring at him all this time, it’s just now that Dean looks him in the eye.      “Unfortunately,” Dean confirms and looks in the rear view mirror, before he turns back on the road and hits the gas.
     They pass 6th Street Southwest, which is swarming with police. Sam straightens his back, glad that they don’t have to deal with it. He just hopes this isn’t going to come back and bite Dean in the ass later.      “That’s murder number two on your police record,” Sam comments.      “You sound like Dad,” the older brother mutters.      “No, I don’t,” Sam argues.      The corner of Dean’s mouth pulls up.      “You’d be surprised how much you’re like the old man,” he remarks.      Sam changes the subject. “So, what’s our plan?”        Dean shrugs, his right hand on the wheel, his left hand in his lap, unburdening his hurting shoulder. He doesn’t take his eyes from the road as he drives south, down highway 63.      “According to Sullivan, we should lay low for a few days.”      “Sounds fine to me,” Sam agrees. “Where are we going next?”      “Arkansas,” Dean announces.      The younger Winchester glances aside at his brother. “Why Arkansas?”       Dean returns a smug grin. Sam knows that look, he has seen it way too many times.      “You’re gonna follow her, aren’t you?” he presumes.      “You actually think I’m gonna wait until she has some spare time in her agenda?” Dean chuckles.
     It’s not often, but Sam actually agrees with him. They have better things to do, like finding Dad and hunting down the bastard that killed Mom and his girlfriend; he’s going to need the journal and his laptop for that.       “Arkansas it is then.”       Dean turns up the volume when the first tunes from Cliff Williams’ guitar comes through the speakers. Putting the pedal to the metal, he joins in with the drums and he can’t help but nod his head slightly on the beat. Bon Scott’s peculiar scratchy voice belts out the first verse and the driver gladly joins him. He doesn’t care that his brother shakes his head disapprovingly. There’s just no way he can let AC/DC’s Highway To Hell go by without singing along.
     No stop signs, speed limit      Nobody's gonna slow me down      Like a wheel, gonna spin it      Nobody's gonna mess me 'round
     Hey Satan, payin' my dues      Playin' in a rockin' band      Hey momma, look at me      I'm on my way to the Promised Land
     I'm on the highway to hell      Highway to hell      I'm on the highway to hell       Highway to hell
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omarfor-orchestra · 3 years ago
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Recensione puntata dodici
BhĂš che dire pt.2 (o forse di piĂč, non ricordo)
Avremo mai una serie con ragazzin* che vanno in psicoterapia? No perché ovviamente se uno quasi si ammazza dopo un mese sta bene, tutto risolto, so ragazzi
Allora secondo me dovevano marcare di piĂč sui mafiosi, quella scena Ăš durata troppo poco ed era importante
Nella mia testa si sono messi insieme quindi Canon? Don't know her
Tutti nella classe si sono accoppiati tranne Chicca, in realtĂ  Luna la storia con Angelo non l'ha mai risolta e poi ci hanno palesemente messo la storia della gravidanza solo per dire "oh ci saranno anche i f*oci ma all'aborto diciamo NO!", siete contenti democristiani?
Ovviamente ci vogliono far credere che la ship finale era DantexAnita, don't let them gaslight you tho perché SimonexManuel per sempre e Manuel vedi di venire a compromessi con la tua parte bi perché c'Ú e la vediamo tutt. E comunque avevamo bisogno di una scena in cui parlavano come persone normali senza scannarsi
Anche la scena del cimitero doveva durare di piĂč
Nel complesso diciamo.... Finale discreto? Ho visto di peggio (spn) ma anche di molto meglio (fleabag)
Ora registrerĂČ le puntate e imparerĂČ a giffare, preparatevi perchĂ© sarĂČ un sacco rompicoglioni
Voto: 7.5/10
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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 7 years ago
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Our College Years - Lazy Morning
Word count: 465
Pairing: Jensen x Reader AU
A/N: Small drabble that fits into Our College Years - but can be read as a stand alone as always
Unbetaed - All mistakes are mine.
***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***
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You hit the alarm for the fourth time, deciding it was time to try and wake up. It was a rare Saturday, where Jensen didn’t have either a baseball game or work to go too, so the two of you had decided to go look for stuff for the nursery.
“Jay,” You called softly, only for a groan to erupt from the man sleeping on his back next to you. You couldn’t help but giggle a little as you turned to your side looking at the sleeping man next to you. He was shirtless and only wearing his boxer briefs.
You watched his slender, yet toned physique. You watched the miles of creamy skin, dusted with patterns of freckles. Freckles that also graces his facial features. Not prominently, but there as if to highlight his beauty. Cause that was what he was. Beautiful and all yours.
“Jay,” you gently, ran a finger over his cheek and nose, only for him to swat it away with a smirk, causing you to laughingly poke him in the ribs.
“Jensen we need to go shopping for a crib and a changing table and paint,” you reminded him. But Jensen only rolled to his stomach, burying his face in your neck, causing you to squeal and giggle as you wrapped your arms around him.
Jensen rested against you careful not to put any weight on your bump, tenderly caressing your naked leg, before wrapping his arm around your waist. You giggled, caressing his back, the two of you simple enjoying the feeling of each other and the quiet moment alone.
“So tired,” Jensen mumbled against your neck, causing a pleasant shiver to rush through your body.
“How are you this awake?” Jensen raised his head looking at you sleepily with hair sticking out everywhere. You couldn’t keep yourself from reaching out and running your fingers through it.
“I’m not doing baseball practice, games, two jobs and school,” you reminded him and Jensen just smiled lovingly back.
“No but you are going to shcool, doing one job and taking care of our little girl everyday,” Jensen rubbed you bump, lifting up your shirt pressing his lips against your belly. You didn’t care how many times he did it. You would never grow tired of that small, affectionate action, which caused your heart to swell every time. All of a sudden, you didn’t care if you got any baby stuff today. All you wanted was to stay in bed and cuddle with your boyfriend all day and by the look on Jensen’s sleepy face, he wasn’t going to argue. He deserved some rest. He deserved a day of kisses and cuddles and slow lazy sex. He deserved a day of being reminded just how much you love him and that day you gave him just what he deserved.
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heliavers · 5 years ago
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Cerita tentang Era Kita
1 dari 2 tahun di FORSIA
Slide 1: Momen pelantikan dan temu perdana. Masih malu malu euy dan dapet hadiah pertama dari Forsia, nametag gemes!
Slide 2: Momen foto lembaga dan komunitas. Ini ni sebab ghina telat ngepost tentang Forsia, nyari foto momen ini susah banget :")
Akhirnya karena ga dapet, kupakai seadanya wkw cuma dapet yang kabinet euy, foto PSDM belum dapet 😱
Slide 3: PSDM! Isinya cewe semua jadi bebas mau ngapain dan bahas apa puunn 😅 nah ini momen kumpul perdana dan khas nya anak PSDM kalau foto rakom gaya nya malu malu kek gituu đŸ€­
Jazakumullahu khairan Keluarga kecilku, maaf belum bisa menjadi ketua yang baik :")
Sapa sapa loh kalau jumpa!
Slide 4: Jadi, FORSIA itu punya tetangga baik hati dan tidak sombong yang sering banget kolab, yaitu @fbifateta dan @formasifem. Salah satu nya acara mentoring akbar inii ✹
Slide 5: Proker besar pertama nya Oci, Oemji! Gatau kenapa foto foto bareng kegiatan kita isinya kebanyakan ngaco gaya gayanya... Yah beginilah keluarga Oci, agak ngelantur tapi semoga tetep lurus ya wkwk
Slide 6: Satu dari beberapa kepanitiaan terbaik yang pernah ghina dapatkan, Sekolah Pra Nikah! Timnya terdiri dari sebagian anak FORSIA & FORMASI 😁 Kamis, Jumat, Sabtu marathon buat nyiapin 5 pertemuan SPN, bolak balik ke FEM baru, eval, ratek, susun bangku, debat pilih snack dan dresscode, sindir sindiran juga wkw. Kangen, tapi gamau diulang đŸ€Ł
Slide 7: Temu perdana mentoring sekaligus rapat komunitas. Gemes banget sih ini 😅 selagi ade ade 55 nya kumpul sama mentor, kita ikutan ngelingker bahas proker masing masing. Snack hari itu terbaik sih, asli buatan nak FORSIA yang GM
Slide 8: Momen mega mentoring saat MPF 55. Terharu banget ramean panitianya, tahun sebelumnya kumerasakan persiapan super dari panitia minim 😅 Semoga berlanjut ya!
Slide 9: The one & only proker PSDM, Forsia Academy. Ini momen FA paling berkenang, masak dan makan rendang bareng 😋 dan ini foto tergemes selama di FORSIA
Slide 10: Logo dan maskot kesayangan, OCI! 🍉
Sama sama gemesin kan?â˜ș
Jazakumullahu khairan setahun kebersamaannya, banyak banget belajar dari kalian :")
Jakarta, 01 Januari 2020
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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 7 years ago
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Our College Years - Dec 1st
Pairing: Jensen x Reader AU
Warnings: Money problems.
Word Count: 610
A/N: This one is written for @webcricket advent challenge. I doubt I will be able to do all, but I will do a few. All will be done in my Our College Years AU so I hope Jensen is okay. It can be read with the other drabbles/one shots in this universe or as a stand alone.
Unbetaed and fast written. All mistakes are mine.
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You stretched, reaching out to Jensen, not really wanting to get up just yet. When you found his side of the bed empty you rethought that plan. You sad up in bed, trying to adjust your eyes to the sun shining through the window of your bedroom. The apartment was quiet and you couldn’t help but wonder if Jensen had a shift or practice you had forgotten about this morning. You knew for a fact that neither of you had classes until past noon.
You made a small pout when your stomach rumbled, knowing that without Jensen close by to order around you would have to get your own breakfast. A small giggle escaped you when you felt your daughter kick as you swung your legs out of bed.
You rubbed your bump, talking low and loving at it, “I know sweetie. I’m hungry too. I’m going.”
“Goddammit!” Jensen’s angry voice sounded from the living room and you jumped. You had no idea he would be home and you certainly hadn’t expected him to start yelling somewhere in the apartment. You quickly tiptoed through the hall peeking into the living room from the doorway. Jensen was sitting in front of the laptop, his head resting in his hands. An overwhelming need to hold him, came over you. Without thinking you rushed through the room. He jumped a little when you put your hand on his shoulder, but leaned back allowing you to crawl into his lap and wrap your arms around him.
“I’m sorry honey,” he mumbled, nuzzling his face against your neck. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“You didn’t. I was up,” you assured him, lovingly running your hands through his hair. “What’s this?” you motioned towards all the numbers on the screen.
“I just paid our bills,” Jensen answered, not moving. “There’s nothing left.”
“So
 You paid everything right?” you asked. You understood his worry but if he was going to let it weigh on him like this, neither of you would make it through college.
“Y/N/N. Yeah I paid everything. But there’s like 50 left. For food and you wanted to start decorating the nursery,” Jensen mumbled, causing you to smile.
“I’ll do the baby shower early,” you tugging his shirt a little trying to get him to look at you, “and we got meal plan.”
Jensen’s eyes finally met yours, “Y/N/N you’re pregnant! You crave weird stuff all the time.” You could see his distress. He didn’t want you or the kid to need for anything, but you were both still in school. This was simply how things were at the moment. It would get better.
“We’ll figure it out. I’m sure mom wouldn’t mind giving us a little something extra for food and stuff,” you answered, pressing your lips softly against his, finally feeling him starting to relax.
“I don’t even got enough to buy you a proper christmas present,” Jensen muttered and you couldn’t help the big smile that slide across your face. You cupped his face in your hands, gently forcing him to look at you.
“Jay
 All I want for Christmas is you,” you spoke softly and honestly, making him smile a little, but groan when you got off his lap. You laughed holding out your hand, offering it to him. “Now come back to the bedroom and let me prove it too you,” you spoke in a low seductive voice and Jensen’s eyes widened. He was on his feet and with his arms wrapped around you faster than you had ever seen him move, causing you to squeal with laughter, before he kissed you silent.
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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 7 years ago
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Matchmaker Misha
Characters: Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Y/N Collins, Briana Buckmaster
Pairing: Jensen x Reader (sorta), Misha x sister!reader, Misha x Briana (sorta)
Warnings: Cheeky Misha, flustered baby!Jensen (yep both are warnings!), mention of naked Y/N.
Word Count: 1300ish
A/N: This one fits into my College AU but like all the others it can 100% be read as a one shot.
It is also my entry for @percywinchester27 aka Ana’s PJO Quotes Challenge where my prompt was: “I tried to think of something to say. Excuse me? Hello? Marry me? Anything would have done.”
Thanks to sweet wonderful lovely (yep laying it on thick - second fic I made her beta in a day) @like-a-bag-of-potatoes for betaing this for me.
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“Hey Ackles!” The playful voice from the bleachers drew Jensen’s attention from baseball practice towards his voice for a brief moment. Jensen smiled and shook his head in amusement when he saw Misha waving and almost dropping the pile of papers he was carrying in the process. Jensen heard the snort from one of the players and his eyes instantly landed on the guy. He had been about to yell something at Misha, no doubt to make fun of him, but one look from the captain of the team and his gaze fell to the ground.
Misha was a journalism major and quite frankly a quirky guy. That didn’t matter to Jensen though. He didn’t care that Misha wasn’t like everyone else. Actually he enjoyed that about him. Misha was funny, kind hearted and a goof. The two of them had quickly formed an unlikely friendship and there was no way in hell Jensen was going to allow his teammates to make fun of his best friend.
Just like always when Misha showed up at the stadium, Jensen finished his practice before jogging over to where his buddy was sitting with a pencil behind his ear and his nose buried in his notes, no doubt trying to make heads and tales of what he scribbled down during his last interview.
“What’s up Mish?” Jensen chuckled when Misha jumped, clearly surprised by the sound of Jensen’s voice, lost in his own thoughts. Misha didn’t pay much attention to the jump scare nor Jensen’s amusement though. He simply pulled a face at his friend, before a smirk appeared on his lips.
“So I hear you were checking out my sister while she was swimming in the lake the other day,” Misha teased, knowing it would get Jensen feeling flustered and guilty, even if neither Misha or Y/N cared that he had been staring.
“I
 No I didn’t
 I mean I was looking for yo
 I wasn’t
 Oh shut up,” Jensen stammered as Misha started laughing so hard he nearly dropped his pile of notes once more.
“Hey, she is not that shy or innocent,” Misha laughed, tucking his notes into his backpack knowing he would end up losing them if he didn’t. “Besides she thinks you’re cute. Why didn’t you just say something?” Misha grinned, causing Jensen to blush a new shade of red.
Jensen shifted on his feet, looking everywhere but at Misha. What the hell was he supposed to say? That he choked? That he couldn’t even form words? Should he say that he tried to think of something to say? Excuse me? Hello? Marry me? Anything would have done, but no words had been able to pass his lips. Jensen couldn’t exactly tell her brother that, and besides all that sounded over and over in his head was Misha saying Y/N found him cute.
“Yeah? She said that?” Jensen was still more than a little flustered by the situation. Damn Collins’.
“Yes she said that, but she didn’t need too. She’s my sister. She likes you and judging by the color of your face, you like her too,” Misha looked more than a little proud of himself, chuckling as he ducked out of the way when Jensen threw his water bottle at him.
“Is that she only reason you came out here? To be a dick about me finding your sister hot?” Jensen glared at his friend, whose face suddenly looked like a man of great suffering.
“Don’t call my baby sister hot!” Misha complained making Jensen laugh jumping the bleachers, giving Misha a friendly push.
“You’re a weirdo man. You are okay with me ogling at her while she is skinny dipping but when I call her hot you look like you’re dying,” Jensen grinned when Misha flinched again.
“Okay, I’ll stop. Just stop saying that, would you,” Misha almost whined making Jensen laugh even harder before nodding and reaching out his hand to him which Misha gladly took.
“Deal. Now what do you want?” Jensen asked as he started packing his bag he had left on the bleacher before changing his shoes.
“Can’t a guy come visit his best friend without an ulterior motive?” Misha gave Jensen his best innocent face, making Jensen stop tying his shoes and sit up straight, staring at him.
“Yeah that’s not suspicious at all. Come on buddy. Spill it,” Jensen ordered and Misha let out a deep sigh, knowing he was caught and might as well get it over with. He had hoped to be more smooth about this, but Jensen was smart as hell, especially for a jock and almost always saw right through Misha’s poorly executed plans.
“Y/N wanted to go to the Mumford and Sons concert this weekend. We got tickets and I promised to take her,” Misha explained, as Jensen leaned back not getting any less suspicious about this. “Turns out Bri got two tickets too and
.” Misha pulled a face, rather annoyed that he would have to admit this to Jensen, “I’ve been trying to get her to go out with me forever. She asked me to go with her so
”
“So you wanna rub your sister off on me?” Jensen asked, his eyes widening a little and his heart instantly started racing. It wasn’t like he was a Casanova or something, but he never felt like this by the thought of just being near a girl. There was something about Y/N that both made Jensen terrified and excited about the idea of going on a date with her. Even if it was a double date with her brother tagging along.
“You’re sure it’s not just not you playing matchmaker?” Jensen mumbled, as he couldn’t shake the feeling that Misha was up to something.
“Jay, have you seen Bri? I have been asking her out for 2 months now and she keeps giving me excuses, and then walking out of the shower in a towel and straight to my room asking for some crap she damn well know I don’t have,” Misha grumbled making Jensen laugh. He had only met Briana once but he liked her and he was sure she was just trying to rattle, the at times slightly cocky, Misha. By the looks of it her plan had been working since Misha was so desperately trying to not turn down this date.
“Fine,” Jensen sighed, somehow knowing he was going to regret this. “When do I pick her up?”
“Just be at our place Saturday at 7. We’ll go as a group and have dinner somewhere first,” Misha beamed jumping off the bleacher heading back towards the library building before turning around calling out to Jensen before he could disappear into the dressing room.
“Oh and Jensen
 This wasn’t me playing matchmaker but I still would have, had I not needed a favor,” Misha grinned, causing Jensen to momentarily consider throwing one of his warm tennis shoes at his friend's face, before sending Misha an innocent smile as he shouted back.
“It’s okay. I’m looking forward to a date with your hot sister,” Jensen chuckled walking into the dressing room after successfully having wiped the smirk of Misha’s face, leaving him with a tortured expression instead. The grin on Jensen’s face however soon paled as it dawned on him that he would have to spend an entire evening with the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. The girl he turned into a stuttering mess in front off. The girl he more than anything wanted to impress, but that was difficult when the mere sight of her made him blush fifty shades of red.
“Great,” Jensen mumbled throwing his bag into his locker, praying to whoever was listening that he wouldn’t screw up this chance with her.
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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 7 years ago
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Our College Years - Dec 20th
Pairing:​ ​​Jensen​ ​x​ ​Reader AU
Warnings:​ abandonment issues
Word​ ​Count:​​ 552
A/N:​​ ​This one is part of my College!Jensen one shot/drabble series AU but it can like all the others also be read as a stand alone.
It’s done for @webcricket’s advents challenge and the prompt was ghosts of christmases past. I didn’t go to literal on this one, but Y/N is definitely haunted by a past christmas.
This one is betaed by the lovely and dorky @like-a-bag-of-potatoes
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Jensen took a deep breath. They had been packing all day, getting ready to drive home to see his family tomorrow. Y/N’s family were joining in a few days, but she didn’t know that. Jensen had asked Misha to keep it a surprise, but with how sad she was being today, Jensen had a hard time keeping his own secret.
“Hey, c’mere,” Jensen grabbed her wrist, gently pulling her to sit in his lap as he sat down on the bed. She instantly wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him hug her as tightly against him as he dared with her swollen belly under his arm.
“It’s not what you think,” she mumbled against his neck, making Jensen frown a little, but he didn’t say anything. He just rubbed shooting circles on her back waiting for her to talk.
Y/N didn’t look at him. She rested her head against his shoulder, her fingers playing with his sleeve and her eyes laser focused on their movements.
“You know I don’t know my dad right?” Y/N asked, waiting for Jensen to nod in agreement. “It’s 17 years ago today that he left.”
Jensen froze up a little, before quickly relaxing, not wanting to spook her from continuing. She had never really talked about her dad and Jensen had never pushed. Misha hadn’t either for that matter. It seemed like something they had buried in their past and rather wanted to leave there.
“He just packed his things. Mom was pregnant with Alex, begging him to stay. Misha was screaming and holding on to them. I didn’t really understand but I was crying because Mish
” her voice cracked and Jensen pulled her tighter against him, gently rocking her as she cried.
“I’m so sorry sweetheart,” he whispered, holding her close until she calmed down. He pulled back a little, gently brushing her hair away from her face. She looked at him with so much sorrow in her eyes that his heart almost stopped beating.
“You know Iïżœïżœll never do that to you and Peanut right?” he spoke softly, “I’ll never leave you.”
She sniffled quietly, fisting her hands in his shirt. “Promise me?” she wasn’t looking at him and he knew this wasn’t about him. It was a childhood trauma that still haunted her. He knew that she trusted him, she just needed to hear the words.
“I love you, Y/N/N,” Jensen cupped her face, letting his eyes meet hers. “We’re having a beautiful little girl together. We’re gonna raise her together, along with her 4 siblings when we‘re done with college,” Jensen teased, knowing it would make her laugh. His heart skipped a beat and a smile spread across his face when she did.
Her fist landed against his shoulder, “well then you need to figure out how to get pregnant cause I am not doing this 4 more times. Once maybe. Twice if you’re lucky.”
“So two sets of twins?” Jensen’s grin turned into a roaring laughter, when he saw the horror on her face. He pulled her back into his arms, kissing the top of her head.
“I’m yours, Y/N/N. Forever. I’m not going anywhere,” he promised her in a serious tone now, smiling when he felt her arms tighten around his waist.
“I love you, Jay,” she whispered, closing her eyes, letting his warmth and steady heartbeat calm her mind.
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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 7 years ago
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Our College Years - Dec 21st
Pairing:​ ​​Jensen​ ​x​ ​Reader AU
Warnings:​ none really. Meeting the family nerves maybe.
Word​ ​Count:​​ 424
A/N:​​ ​This one is part of my College!Jensen one shot/drabble series AU but it can like all the others also be read as a stand alone.
It’s done for @webcricket’s advents challenge. I am a little behind but this is done for the prompt Yule Log.
Unbetaed and fast written - All mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: Everyone is named Ackles, since well duh... but Jensen’s family is Samantha Ferris, Jim Beaver, Jared Padalecki and Felicia Day.
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You were more than a little nervous sitting besides Jensen as he drove the two of you towards his parents place. It was a 2 hour drive, which had been made a little longer since you needed breaks. Staying in the same position for too long were slowly getting annoying even if you were only still 6 months pregnant.
You were fiddling with your hands in your lap. Quiet as Jensen pulled into town. You had met his mom and dad when they had visited the two of you at school, but you had never been to his home. You had never met his siblings.
You didn’t realise what you were doing with your hands, until Jensen reached out placing his over yours. He sent you a soft smile when you looked over at him.
“Everyone is gonna love you. Don’t worry so much,” Jensen gave your hand a squeeze and you felt yourself relax just in time for him to pull up in front of the house. He always had a way of making you feel at ease.
Not as soon had you gotten out of the car were you surrounded. A chirpy red head you assumed to be Jensen’s little sister Felicia was hugging you, while her gigant twin brother Jared had Jensen wrapped in his arms. They were both three years younger than Jensen and still Jared was almost a head taller than your not small boyfriend.
Before you could even say much the overexcited twins traded places and Jared was now hugging you, making you laugh.
“Jared breathing is not optional, buddy.”
“Watch the baby you Moose,” Jensen laughed with his arm slung over his sister’s shoulder. “Where’s mom and dad?”
“Dad’s decorating the tree and mom is making Yule Log,” Jared almost moaned at the thought, causing you, Jensen and Felicia to laugh.
“Come on. I’ll show you the house,” Felicia grabbed your hand, sticking her tongue out at her two brothers. “You two can get aaaaall the bags.”
Jensen was right. It was easy to see why Jensen was the way he was. You instantly felt right at home with Felicia dragging you from room to room and Jim and Samantha hugging you in passing, marveling over your growing belly and soon to be granddaughter. His family was as perfect as he was
 well almost, you thought as you a few hours later sat on the couch, tugged against Jensen’s side, full from dinner and yule log, smiling softly as you watched the Ackles’ interact and joke around.
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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 7 years ago
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Our College Years - Dec 3rd
Pairing: Jensen x Reader AU
Warnings: None  
Word Count: 526  
A/N: This one is part of my College!Jensen one shot/drabble series AU but it can like all the others also be read as a stand alone.
It’s done for @webcricket’s advents challenge and the prompt was naughty or nice.
Thanks to @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this for me instead of sleeping ;)
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Jensen was sitting on the floor of Misha’s house with Y/N in his lap, helping her study for her O-Chem finals, trying not to laugh as she whined.
“I don’t get it
” Y/N pouted, bouncing a little in his lap in frustration and Jensen couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking this was what their daughter was gonna be like.
“Jensen, it’s not funny! Professor Pellegrino is an ass and I am pregnant and can barely remember if I turned off the stove this morning,” a small frown formed on her face before she turned to Jensen, “wait did I turn of the stove?”
Jensen snorted, leaning forward, pressing his lips against hers in a soft kiss, “no honey. I did cause I cooked remember?”
“Oh yeah,” she smiled a little before the pout returned to her beautiful face, “I’m gonna flunk everything aren’t I? Especially this class.”
“You’re not gonna flunk,” Jensen smiled, shaking his head at her, “Pellegrino is not that bad. Come on just focus. I’ll help you,” Jensen pushed, but before Y/N could say anything else Bri bursted into the room with a shiteating grin on her face.
“Misha got a new job,” she announced causing Jensen and Y/N to look at each other before back at Bri. Jensen raised his brows at the cheery blonde.
“Okay. I’ll bite. What kinda job?”
Briana’s grin only grew with Jensen’s question, before she called through the house. “It’s okay Mish. They went home. You can come in.”
Her words made Jensen and Y/N both sit up a little straighter completely forgetting about the homework. They both burst out laughing when Misha walked into the room in full Santa costume. The look of betrayal complete as he stared from them back to Briana.
“You said no one was here!” Misha grumbled, and Y/N finally managed to get herself enough under control she could talk.
“What the hell Mish? The baby is not born yet and you are kinda stealing Jay’s job there bro,” Y/N joked.
Jensen’s playfully poke her sides, making her squeal and lean back against him, “hey!” he scolded, with no real anger behind his words.
“I got a job at the mall,” Misha grumbled.
Briana smirked mischievously as she started dancing seductively towards him, singing. “He’s making the list. He’s checking it twice. Gonna find out who was naughty or nice
” she stopped singing, running her finger up Misha’s chest, “what are you gonna do if I was naughty, Santa?” she purred.
Y/N and Jensen let out a simultaneous groan of protest and Jensen scuffled to his feet, helping Y/N collect her homework and stand up.
“And that’s our cue to leave,” Jensen tried to hold back a grin as he dragged a laughing Y/N after him out the door.
“Have fun, Mish,” she called over her shoulder, but there was not much chance Misha heard anything or even noticed them leaving. His eyes stayed laser focused on the busty blonde, biting her lip and making a come hither motion as she backed towards the stairs and their bedroom.
Jensen Tag Team
@mizzzpink @not-moose-one-shots @emoryhemsworth @sleepylunarwolf @roxyspearing @mysteriously-lost @blacktithe7 @atc74 @mogaruke @fatalcrossbow @mrswhozeewhatsis @mysupernaturalfics @crushing83 @arryn-nyxx @superapplepie @docharleythegeekqueen @walkingkhaleesi @multifandombackpack @ruined-by-destiel @blushingdean @winchasterdean @iamabeautifulperson18 @theoriginalvicki @feelmyroarrrr @hexparker @vvinch3st3r @shamelesslydean @katymacsupernatural @elevenofmages @jensen-gal @mysterious-398 @dustycelt @ericaprice2008 @adriellej @ashleydivine @waywardmoeyy @storytimewithylva @canadianjelly @percywinchester27 @LessonsOfRed @featherleaf12 @percussiongirl2017 @sis-tafics @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @mayasmedberg @ruprecht0420 @jayankles @torn-and-frayed @its-not-a-tulpa @spn-fan-girl-173 @ryantherandomhero @lupine-princess @like-a-bag-of-potatoes @becs-bunker @sillesworldofwriting @sandlee44 @mariahoedt @akshi8278 @michellethetvaddict @samisimportant @smoothdogsgirl @winchester-writes @amotleyworld @keepcalmandbeajunkie
OCY Tag Team
@mrswhozeewhatsis @staticweekes @deansgirl215 @valerieshubin @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @anathewierdo @teamfreewill92 @gabriels-trix @ashlyn-98 @bradygabrielle-blog @16wiishes @multifandombackpack @kingkenzieo @daddy-kink-confirmed @mrspadalackles
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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 7 years ago
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Our College Years - Dec 25th
Pairing:​ ​​Jensen​ ​x​ ​Reader AU
Warnings:​ nada
Word​ ​Count:​​ 587
A/N:​​ ​This one is part of my College!Jensen one shot/drabble series AU but it can like all the others also be read as a stand alone.
25 drabbles everyday is a looooot. Hope you guys enjoyed them. We got one more coming New Year’s Eve but till then we’ll give these two a little break :)
Unbetaed and fast written - All mistakes are mine.
***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***
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Jensen couldn’t help but smile when he started to come too, feeling her featherlight touches on his skin.
“Morning,” she whispered, leaning down to press her lips against his cheek but Jensen caught her by surprise. He quickly turned his head catching her lips in a kiss, pulling her giggling back down in bed with him. He rolled her over, deepening the kiss enjoying the away she felt underneath him and the way she would always dig her fingers into his shoulders as if she was trying to pull him straight into her.
Jensen smiled down at her when he pulled apart before catching a glimpse of the clock. He fell back on his back with a playful groan.
“7 am Y/N/N? You’re worse than a kid,” he chuckled when she sat up, pulling a face at him.
“Well you might as well get used to it cause in a few years you’ll be waking up by someone jumping on you,” she laughed. “Come on Jay. Please I wanna give you my present she pleaded.”
Jensen hugged her a little tighter, enjoying the feeling of her against him. He didn’t need a present. He had all he needed in his arms right here. The look of childlike excitement on her face made him give in though.
“Alright,” he pushed himself to sit against the headboard chuckling when she jumped off the bed pulling huge box out from under it.
“Merry Christmas Jay,” she laughed at his confused look, when she placed the box in his lap. He sent her a suspicious look but didn’t say anything. He just started unwrapping it, slow enough that he knew it would drive her crazy.
“Jeeeenseeen,” she whined making him laugh, finally picking up his speed and his jaw dropped.
“You got me a guitar?” Jensen stared at the instrument, his eyes tearing up.
“Well it’s a used one but I had Rob help. He made sure it was in tune too. Do you like it?” she rambled excitedly before Jensen wrapped his arms around her kissing her quiet.
“Thank you,” Jensen rested his forehead against hers. “I love it. Now I can play for Peanut every night,” he smirked making Y/N giggle.
“I’m so glad you like it,” she beamed, her smile only growing when Jensen pulled the much smaller box from the nightstand and handed it to her.
He watched, feeling more than a little nervous as she excitedly tore the paper from the box opening it to reveal the two matching bracelets inside.
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“Ohmygod Jensen,” Y/N covered her mouth with her hand, but Jensen was so nervous he didn’t see how touched she was. Instead he began rambling.
“I know it’s not exactly a diamond necklace or something, but I saw them and I thought
 If you don’t like them we can take them back and
” Jensen’s rant was cut short by her lips. He was out of breath when she pulled back, teary eyed and smiling.
“I’m not a diamond necklace kinda girl. I’d just lose the thing and go insane,” she smiled reassuringly. “I love them,” She pushed the bracelet with the key over his hand securing it around his wrist before letting him do the same to her.
Jensen smiled when she threw her arms around his neck again, “Merry Christmas, Jay.”
“Merry Christmas, Y/N/N” he answered her before kissing her again. This Christmas had been the best he had ever had and it was all because of her.
Jensen Tag Team
@mizzzpink @not-moose-one-shots @emoryhemsworth @sleepylunarwolf @roxyspearing @mysteriously-lost @blacktithe7 @atc74 @mogaruke @fatalcrossbow @mrswhozeewhatsis @mysupernaturalfics @crushing83 @arryn-nyxx @superapplepie @docharleythegeekqueen @walkingkhaleesi @multifandombackpack @ruined-by-destiel @blushingdean @winchasterdean @iamabeautifulperson18 @theoriginalvicki @feelmyroarrrr @hexparker @vvinch3st3r @shamelesslydean @katymacsupernatural @elevenofmages @jensen-gal @mysterious-398 @dustycelt @ericaprice2008 @adriellej @ashleydivine @waywardmoeyy @storytimewithylva @canadianjelly @percywinchester27 @LessonsOfRed @featherleaf12 @percussiongirl2017 @sis-tafics @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @mayasmedberg @ruprecht0420 @jayankles @torn-and-frayed @its-not-a-tulpa @spn-fan-girl-173 @ryantherandomhero @lupine-princess @like-a-bag-of-potatoes @becs-bunker @sillesworldofwriting @sandlee44 @mariahoedt @akshi8278 @michellethetvaddict @samisimportant @smoothdogsgirl @winchester-writes @amotleyworld @keepcalmandbeajunkie @aubreystilinski @evansrogerskitten @impalaimagining @evansrogerskitten @love-kittykat21 @there-must-be-a-lock @highlyfuncti0nings0ci0path @i-larb-spooderman @born-to-be-his-baby88
OCY Tag Team
@mrswhozeewhatsis @staticweekes @deansgirl215 @valerieshubin @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @anathewierdo @teamfreewill92 @gabriels-trix @ashlyn-98 @bradygabrielle-blog @16wiishes @multifandombackpack @kingkenzieo @daddy-kink-confirmed @mrspadalackles @my—heroine
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katehuntington · 5 years ago
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You have found the mother load! Stories written with a base of good ol’ Supernatural blood and gore, a shot of fluff and maybe a speck of smut if you’re lucky. Add a bag of angst to that and you’ve got the ingredients to my writings. Enjoy!
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Dean fanfiction:
I Can See Clearly Now - After a falling out with Y/N, the Winchester brothers are on the road trying to find her again. Then Dean gets a disturbing phone call and he needs to move fast if he wants to save her life. (Dean x Reader one shot, Dean’s POV. Angst)
As I Live And Breathe - Y/N and Dean go out after a case, in need of unwinding. But when they arrive at the motel after a night full of beer and shots, they decide to unwind some more. (Dean x Reader one shot. Smut, fluffy end)
He Is The Reason - After a case almost goes wrong, Y/N reaches her breaking point. She tries to wash the memories away in the shower, but the only one who can really help her, is Dean. (Dean x Reader oneshot. Smut, angst)
November 2nd - The 2nd day of November, the day Dean’s mother died is always a tough one to get through. This time however, Y/N is by his side to offer him support. (Dean x Reader oneshot. Angst, fluff)
Winchester fanfiction:
My Brother’s First Hunt - Fourteen year old Dean takes his younger brother on a simple salt and burn, but soon regrets his decision when the hunt doesn’t go as planned and Sam finds himself in harm’s way. (One shot, Dean’s POV. Angst, Weechesters, brotherly love)
The Battle at Taco Bell - Dean and Reader can be competitive sometimes, even when it comes to food. When she devours her tacos faster than the hunter, he can’t help himself and tries to out do her. (Small oneshot/almost drabble, Reader’s POV. Comedy)
Series:
How You & I Will Be (finished) - When a hellhound case in the mountains goes sideways, Dean and Y/N find themselves trapped in a small cabin, miles from civilization. A serious injury forces the two hunters to come to terms with their true feelings for each other. Rescue is on its way, but will it be in time? (5 part Dean x Reader series. Angst, some fluff)
All I Want (work in progress) - Sam and Dean come across an object that could be the solution to Michael. The Pearl of Baozhu grants the beholder’s deepest desire. Once Dean focuses on his wish, the archangel remains caged in his mind however. Instead his former girlfriend Y/N shows up, who was killed in 2010 in Detroit, by no other than the Devil himself. (6 part Dean x Reader series. Angst, smut, fluff)
Ride With Me (work in progress) - Alternate Universe (AU) in which the reader is a horse rider who goes to a ranch in Arizona, owned by Bobby and Ellen Singer. She’s there to gain work experience, but then she meets wrangler Dean Winchester. A heartwarming series about a cowboy who falls for the girl, letting go of the past and the importance of family. (multi part Dean x Reader series. Slow burn. Fluff, angst, eventual smut)
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It is in no way allowed to copy my work. I appreciate every single one of you, but if you do want to give me some extra love, you are free to reblog my work or buy me coffee (Link in bio at the top of the page). Thank you for reading!
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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 7 years ago
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Our College Years - Dec 23rd
Pairing:​ ​​Jensen​ ​x​ ​Reader AU
Warnings:​ none really.
Word​ ​Count:​​ 444
A/N:​​ ​This one is part of my College!Jensen one shot/drabble series AU but it can like all the others also be read as a stand alone.
Unbetaed and fast written - All mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: Everyone in Jensen’s family is named Ackles, since well duh... but Jensen’s family is Samantha Ferris, Jim Beaver, Jared Padalecki and Felicia Day.
All of Y/N’s is named Collins except for her stepdad but they are Steven Williams, Kim Rhodes, Misha (we know this lol) and Alexander Calvert.
***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***
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You hadn’t hesitated when Jensen had asked you to come with him to pick up some family friends at the the airport. You were however wondering why he was acting so odd. He was reluctant in answering you any questions as to who they were or how the Ackles’ knew them. Actually he had been acting rather suspicious all day, but you couldn't for the life of you figure out what he was up too. When you asked, Jensen smiled and avoided your questions like a pro. You had been very close to pulling the crying, pregnant woman card on him when he had asked you to come with him to the airport.
At first you had thought it was a cover and that he was taking you somewhere else, but now you were standing with your boyfriend at arrivals, you really had no clue what he was up too. The goofy grin plastered all over his face, gave him away though. He was planning something and it was killing you that you didn’t know what it was. Right up until you saw them.
You squealed, bouncing with happiness a few times before taking off. You collided with your younger brother Alex first, wrapping your arms around his neck, only for Misha to hug you from behind while you mom and stepdad laughed at the three of you. As soon as the boys let you go, turning their attention towards Jensen you hugged your parents. It didn’t take long before your focus was on your boyfriend. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. A deep blush appearing in his cheeks with your blatant show of affection in front of your family, but you didn’t care. You loved him more than anything. You knew he would move heaven and earth for you but you had never imagined he’d be able to pull something like this off.
“How did you
” You giggled, as Jensen pulled you close hugging you tightly with one arm, politely greeting your parents with his free hand.
“I had a little help from Mish,” Jensen grinned down at you but Misha only shook his head.
“It was Jensen’s idea. I just talked to Mom and Steven for him. His parents pitched in for plane tickets on his request, so Jay is really the one you should thank,” Misha grinned at his friend, before everyone went to pick up their backs.
You trailed behind them with your arms around Jensen causing another deep blush to appear in his cheeks when you whispered in his ear, “oh I plan on thanking you all night long Jay. You’re the best boyfriend ever.”
Jensen Tag Team
@mizzzpink @not-moose-one-shots @emoryhemsworth @sleepylunarwolf @roxyspearing @mysteriously-lost @blacktithe7 @atc74 @mogaruke @fatalcrossbow @mrswhozeewhatsis @mysupernaturalfics @crushing83 @arryn-nyxx @superapplepie @docharleythegeekqueen @walkingkhaleesi @multifandombackpack @ruined-by-destiel @blushingdean @winchasterdean @iamabeautifulperson18 @theoriginalvicki @feelmyroarrrr @hexparker @vvinch3st3r @shamelesslydean @katymacsupernatural @elevenofmages @jensen-gal @mysterious-398 @dustycelt @ericaprice2008 @adriellej @ashleydivine @waywardmoeyy @storytimewithylva @canadianjelly @percywinchester27 @LessonsOfRed @featherleaf12 @percussiongirl2017 @sis-tafics @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @mayasmedberg @ruprecht0420 @jayankles @torn-and-frayed @its-not-a-tulpa @spn-fan-girl-173 @ryantherandomhero @lupine-princess @like-a-bag-of-potatoes @becs-bunker @sillesworldofwriting @sandlee44 @mariahoedt @akshi8278 @michellethetvaddict @samisimportant @smoothdogsgirl @samisimportant @amotleyworld @keepcalmandbeajunkie @aubreystilinski @evansrogerskitten @impalaimagining @babyismyspiritanimal @love-kittykat21 @there-must-be-a-lock @highlyfuncti0nings0ci0path @i-larb-spooderman @born-to-be-his-baby88
OCY Tag Team
@mrswhozeewhatsis @staticweekes @deansgirl215 @valerieshubin @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @anathewierdo @teamfreewill92 @gabriels-trix @ashlyn-98 @bradygabrielle-blog @16wiishes @multifandombackpack @kingkenzieo @daddy-kink-confirmed @mrspadalackles @my—heroine
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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 7 years ago
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Our College Years - Dec 5th
Pairing:​ ​​Jensen​ ​x​ ​Reader AU
Warnings:​ None I can think off  
Word​ ​Count:​​ 598
A/N:​​ ​This one is part of my College!Jensen one shot/drabble series AU but it can like all the others also be read as a stand alone.
It’s done for @webcricket’s advents challenge and the prompt was I saw person a kissing person b under the mistletoe.
Fas written and unbetaed. All mistakes are mine!
***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***
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Tuesday mornings were as amazing as Mondays were horrible. Neither you or Jensen had classes until noon. You both had work afterwards. Him at Starbucks and you at the library. Neither of you worked all that late and you always met up at the dining hall for dinner along with Misha and Bri. But the mornings were yours alone.
Neither of you had bothered getting dressed last night, so you had woken up naked with limbs tangled together and a happy smile on your face when you opened your eyes to see a pair of shining greens watching you.
“Watching people sleep is creepy, Ackles,” you teased, making him laugh and press his lips against yours.
“Not people. My hot, naked girlfriend,” he retorted, making you blush and hide your face against his chest. You loved the feel of the vibrations as he chuckled, pulling you impossibly closer against him.
“So what you wanna do this morning?” Jensen asked, tracing lazy pattern over your back with the tip of his fingers.
“Cuddle,” you grinned, not looking up as you nuzzled against him, causing him to laugh again.
“That I can do. I was thinking pancakes though and we could look at baby stuff to add to the registry?” Jensen spoke softly, looking down at you. “I know my mom really wants to give us a stroller, so we should find something you want.”
You smiled against his chest. You truly were lucky to have him. You had never planned on any of this, but with Jensen it seemed like it was just supposed to be. He never panicked and he always made sure to put you and the baby’s needs first.
“Something we want,” you looked up at him, gently running your fingers through his hair, loving how he always leaned into your touch. “It’s for all of us.”
“Okay. Something we want,” Jensen humored you, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your palm, before placing it back over his heart. “Hi did I tell you who I saw at the Pizza Hut last night?” Jensen distracted you and you gave him a curious look.
“Rich. And he was with that little red head from your literature of the sea class,” Jensen smirked. “You know the scottish chick.”
Your eyes widened as you sat halfway up, looking down at Jensen, “Ruth? Really?”
“Yeah,” the shiteating grin stayed plastered across Jensen’s face, “there is a mistletoe out in the waiting area and they were full on making out under it.”
“Yeah
 I could see that,” you laughed, before reaching for your phone, but Jensen grabbed you pulling you back against his chest before you could. You squealed in surprise but couldn’t help but laugh when he started kissing his way up your neck to your jar until his lips hovered over yours.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Jensen teased and you put on a pretend pout.
“Calling Ruth. A girl needs details you know,” you tried to sound stern but the playful glimmer in Jensen’s eyes made it impossible.
“No a girl needs to stay in bed and makeout with her boyfriend until Peanut forces him to make them pancakes,” Jensen grinned, gently placing his hand over your swollen belly, making you laugh. A laugh that was cut short by his lips, and you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him close. This was going to be an amazing Christmas. Jensen was all you ever wanted and never knew you needed. He made you happier than you had ever been before in your life.
Jensen Tag Team 
@mizzzpink @not-moose-one-shots @emoryhemsworth @sleepylunarwolf @roxyspearing @mysteriously-lost @blacktithe7 @atc74 @mogaruke @fatalcrossbow @mrswhozeewhatsis @mysupernaturalfics @crushing83 @arryn-nyxx @superapplepie @docharleythegeekqueen @walkingkhaleesi @multifandombackpack @ruined-by-destiel @blushingdean @winchasterdean @iamabeautifulperson18 @theoriginalvicki @feelmyroarrrr @hexparker @vvinch3st3r @shamelesslydean @katymacsupernatural @elevenofmages @jensen-gal @mysterious-398 @dustycelt @ericaprice2008 @adriellej @ashleydivine @waywardmoeyy @storytimewithylva @canadianjelly @percywinchester27 @LessonsOfRed @featherleaf12 @percussiongirl2017 @sis-tafics @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @mayasmedberg @ruprecht0420 @jayankles @torn-and-frayed @its-not-a-tulpa @spn-fan-girl-173 @ryantherandomhero @lupine-princess @like-a-bag-of-potatoes @becs-bunker @sillesworldofwriting @sandlee44 @mariahoedt @akshi8278 @michellethetvaddict @samisimportant @smoothdogsgirl @winchester-writes @amotleyworld @keepcalmandbeajunkie @aubreystilinski @evansrogerskitten @impalaimagining
OCY Tag Team
@mrswhozeewhatsis @staticweekes @deansgirl215 @valerieshubin @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @anathewierdo @teamfreewill92 @gabriels-trix @ashlyn-98 @bradygabrielle-blog @16wiishes @multifandombackpack @kingkenzieo @daddy-kink-confirmed @mrspadalackles
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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 7 years ago
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Our College Years - Dec 13th
Pairing:​ ​​Jensen​ ​x​ ​Reader AU
Warnings:​ Pregnancy bladders I guess lol
Word​ ​Count:​​ 438
A/N:​​ ​This one is part of my College!Jensen one shot/drabble series AU but it can like all the others also be read as a stand alone.
Not for any challenge today. Just me being stubborn and trying to get all 25 days lol. 
Fast written and unbetaed. All mistakes are mine.
***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***
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You had practically run from the bus stop and up the stairs to your apartment only to discover your door being blocked by something from the inside.
“Jay? What’s going on?” you called through the crack, you managed to make in the door. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah sorry hun. Almost there. Just wrapping your Christmas present,” his voice sounded somewhere inside and you instantly wanted to strangle him.
“Couldn’t you have gotten that done at the store? Jensen let me in. I need to pee,” you called out trying to mask your annoyance, but you knew he had still heard it from the sound of the scuffling and loud bang and umpf when he tripped over something.
“Sorry Y/N/N. Just need to hide it. I’ll be right there,” he yelled back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
“Jensen Ackles. Open this door right now. Your daughter is using my bladder as a punching back and I don’t think Mrs. Anderson will appreciate me peeing in the hallway,” you hissed at him, but there was dead silence for what felt like minutes before the dresser was finally pushed from the door.
“URGH!” you glared at him, doing a bee line for the bathroom, with Jensen trailing behind you. You didn’t bother closing the door, you just pulled down your pants and sat, releasing a relieved sigh.
“Sorry sweetheart,” Jensen showed in the doorway with a sheepish smile on his face and ready to dug in case you threw a hairbrush at him or something, but you couldn’t help but laugh at the stupidity of the situation now that you no longer felt as if you were about to explode.
“You’re an idiot,” you playfully pulled a face at him, as you got you clothes back on and went to the sink to wash your hands. You smiled when Jensen wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and looking you into the eyes through the mirror.
“Yeah but I am your idiot,” Jensen grinned at you making you laugh and turn around in his embrace, placing your still soapy wet hands on his cheeks. Jensen jumped backwards with a betrayed, amused look on his face.
“Oh I am so gonna get you for that,” Jensen warned as you backed towards the door with a mischievous smile on your lips. You spun around, but you didn’t get more than a few steps before his arms were back around you and his lips were blowing raspberries against your neck causing you to squel and giggle.  
Jensen Tag Team 
@mizzzpink @not-moose-one-shots @emoryhemsworth @sleepylunarwolf @roxyspearing @mysteriously-lost @blacktithe7 @atc74 @mogaruke @fatalcrossbow @mrswhozeewhatsis @mysupernaturalfics @crushing83 @arryn-nyxx @superapplepie @docharleythegeekqueen @walkingkhaleesi @multifandombackpack @ruined-by-destiel @blushingdean @winchasterdean @iamabeautifulperson18 @theoriginalvicki @feelmyroarrrr @hexparker @vvinch3st3r @shamelesslydean @katymacsupernatural @elevenofmages @jensen-gal @mysterious-398 @dustycelt @ericaprice2008 @adriellej @ashleydivine @waywardmoeyy @storytimewithylva @canadianjelly @percywinchester27 @LessonsOfRed @featherleaf12 @percussiongirl2017 @sis-tafics @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @mayasmedberg @ruprecht0420 @jayankles @torn-and-frayed @its-not-a-tulpa @spn-fan-girl-173 @ryantherandomhero @lupine-princess @like-a-bag-of-potatoes @becs-bunker @sillesworldofwriting @sandlee44 @mariahoedt @akshi8278 @michellethetvaddict @samisimportant @smoothdogsgirl @winchester-writes @amotleyworld @keepcalmandbeajunkie @aubreystilinski @evansrogerskitten @impalaimagining @babyismyspiritanimal
OCY Tag Team
@mrswhozeewhatsis @staticweekes @deansgirl215 @valerieshubin @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @anathewierdo @teamfreewill92 @gabriels-trix @ashlyn-98 @bradygabrielle-blog @16wiishes @multifandombackpack @kingkenzieo @daddy-kink-confirmed @mrspadalackles @my—heroine
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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 7 years ago
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Our College Years - Dec 18th
Pairing:​ ​​Jensen​ ​x​ ​Reader AU
Warnings:​ Jensen’s a biter??? ;)
Word​ ​Count:​​ 463
A/N:​​ ​This one is part of my College!Jensen one shot/drabble series AU but it can like all the others also be read as a stand alone.
It’s done for @webcricket’s advents challenge and the prompt was red flannel
Fast written and unbetaed. All mistakes are mine.
***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***
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Jensen had been at work all afternoon and evening at Pizza Hut, leaving you with no homework alone in the apartment, which you had taken full advantage off. You had found a recipe for a mobile online and you had been sewing and cutting all day until you finally had three little clouds looking like raindrops were falling from them.
You smiled knowing no one but Jensen would know it’s real meaning, but it was still cute. You decided that even though you still didn’t have a crib you could still hang it over where you and Jensen had already decided it would go.
You happily skipped through the rooms, dragging one of the living room chairs after you. You had still been in bed when Jensen left, because
 well because he had made it more appealing to stay under the covers than getting up and doing stuff today, when you didn’t have too. When he left the bed had grown cold. You had gotten up putting on panties and one of Jensen’s red flannel shirts, which had been your attire all day. You didn’t have to leave the house so no need to wear something uncomfortable.
You crawled onto the chair, so focused on your task you didn’t hear the front door open and close. You didn’t hear the pizza being dropped on the kitchen table or Jensen appearing in the door admiring the sight before him.
You were standing on the chair with both hands above your head, causing his shirt to crawl up, revealing your snobby panties and Jensen couldn’t help but grin as he tiptoed closer. You had just finished hanging the mobile when Jensen’s hands were on your waist causing you to squeal in surprise. A squeal that turned into laughter as Jensen playfully bit one of you buttcheeks, looking up at you with a cheeky grin on his face.
“You’re such an idiot,” you laughed slapping his shoulders, but Jensen just chuckled, lifting you off the chair and back onto the floor. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, looking up at the mobile above you.
“Rain clouds huh?” Jensen chuckled, making you giggle and lean back into him.
“I thought it was cute and no one knows but you and me.” The smile didn’t leave your face as Jensen’s lips found their way to your neck. Sweetly kissing a trail up to your cheek before you spun around in his arms and he was smiling down at you.
“That would be a good name,” Jensen smiled but there was a seriously look in his eyes causing you to frown, wondering what he was thinking before he spoke. “Rayne.”
Your eyes shun with happiness and a huge smile spread across your face. “I love it, Jay.”
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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 7 years ago
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Our College Years - Dec 12th
Pairing:​ ​​Jensen​ ​x​ ​Reader AU
Warnings:​ worries, finals suck.
Word​ ​Count:​​ 582
A/N:​​ ​This one is part of my College!Jensen one shot/drabble series AU but it can like all the others also be read as a stand alone.
Also now that I have written a drabble a day for 12 days I am getting stubborn. I hope I’ll manage to do all 25 days, but no promises.
It’s done for @webcricket’s advents challenge and the prompt was christmas disaster - I took some liberties though.
Fast written and unbetaed. All mistakes are mine.
***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***
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Jensen had found you huddled up in a corner crying when he had returned from work. You had both had finals today and Jensen had one tomorrow and you had one thursday along with a paper you were working on. You didn’t feel anything was going well and it had all just overwhelmed you.
You had been a babbling crying mess but somehow Jensen had still managed to calm you down and move both of you to the couch where you where now laying, cuddled up against his chest. You sobs had subsided, but your worry hadn’t gone away.
“I don’t think I can do this Jay,” you mumbled instantly drawing his attention and he stopped drawing patterns on your back with the tips of his fingers to look down at you.
“Do what?” he asked with a frown and you instantly felt guilty. It wasn’t his intent to make you feel like that, you knew that but you were already in a fragile state.
“Be a mom. Next Christmas she’ll be here and I can bare do finals now. I can’t fall apart like this infront of her and what about the year after that. Christmas should be magical for kids, not a month of mom being stressed out of her mind crying all the time,” you rambled, clinging to Jensen, but careful not to look at him.
“Sweetheart you know half of what you are feeling right now is hormones right?” Jensen gently tugged you so you were lying on your side next to him. Your noses were almost touching, but you still weren’t looking into his eyes.
“This year you are taking care of her all on your own because as much as I try I can’t really help you the way I want too. Next year she’ll have us both and an army of our friends and family who’d want spend time with her. Christmas will be magical for her even if her parents are both stressing a little for the first few weeks of december,” Jensen gently tugged your hair behind your ear, before pressing two fingers under your chin. He gently guided your face up, so your eyes would finally met.
“Y/N/N I love you so much, you know that right?” he asked and you nodded wrapping your arms around him burying your face against his neck.
“I’m sorry. I’m being an idiot I know,” you mumbled, causing Jensen to chuckle and pull you closer against him.
“Narh. Y/N/N I am terrified too. I love her so much already and I don’t wanna screw this up,” you looked up at him when he spoke. It was the first time he had voiced any concern about becoming a parent at all. A small smile tugged at your lips as you gently caressed his face.
“You won’t. You’ll be a great dad Jay and you are an amazing boyfriend. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you confessed quietly, making him smile and press his lips against yours in a soft kiss.
“Good,” he grinned, “cause I’m never letting you go.”
You giggled, snuggling closer to him and Jensen tighten his hold around you. It was amazing how he alway managed to say the right thing to calm your busy mind. No matter how scary the future seemed, you also knew he was right. You could do this because you’d always have him. Together you’d make an amazing life for your little girl.
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