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thekatherinewinchester · 3 years ago

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Christmas Wishes - Part 1

Summary: Jensen and Katherine are going through a rough patch in their marriage. Jared winds up in a coma from a car accident. What will happen if he never wakes up? Will Jensen and Katherine ever have a family of their own? Pairing(s): Jensen x OFC!Reader, Jared x Gen Word Count: 3925 Parts: 1/3 Warnings: fertility issues, car accident, hospitalization, coma, comatose, miscarriage (mentioned), unprotected sex, p in v, oral (fem receiving), Jensen is a bit of an ass for a moment

A/N: divider credit: @firefly-graphics DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND NOTHING MORE. I MEAN NO DISRESPECT TO JENSEN, DANNEEL OR THEIR BEAUTIFUL FAMILY. FOR THE PURPOSE OF THIS FIC JENSEN NEVER MARRIED DANNEEL.

When I was young, I was told that the possibility of me ever having a child would be close to impossible. At the time it didn’t bother me. I was young, in no shape or form ready to take on parenthood; I was also pretty sure I would never want to have kids of my own. I love children, don’t get me wrong, I just never thought I would want any of my own. I had always hoped that if I did have children, that they would be just as amazing as my niece and nephews.

It wasn’t until I met the love of my life and we’d had the future talk that I realized that just maybe I did want to experience motherhood for myself. Just imagining him with our child – our little girl - in place of my niece melted my heart.

It broke my heart telling him that we may not have a future as a family of three or more. Just the look of devastation on his face will be one that will always haunt my dreams. He promised me that he would love me no matter what, that he would be okay if it was just the two of us. I believed him for the first five years of our marriage but as time went on, we started drifting apart more and more after each miscarriage I’d had.

We’ve made it to our 10th anniversary, but I fear we may not make it to our 11th. Most nights when we argue now, he sleeps in another room. I’ve come to dread bedtime and come to loathe sleeping alone. I miss my husband, so much it hurts.

The sound of Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles saying that I had a phone call brought me out of my thoughts. I looked at the caller ID. It was my sister-in-law, Gen.

“Hey Gen, what’s up?” I asked her. Maybe she wanted to get together and that could be a good distraction from my possibly failing marriage.

“Katherine, you need to get to the hospital.” My heart stopped. My mind was coming up with all these worse case scenarios. “It’s Jared.” I stopped breathing. I knew he was having trouble lately. I prayed to God that it hadn’t gotten bad enough that he broke his promise to me; to always keep fighting. A promise that we had made to each other when he’d lost a friend and I had attempted suicide as a teen. My brother is my rock, my whole world, I didn’t know how I was going to cope if any had happened to him. He’s everything to me, I don’t know how to function without him.

“It’s not what you’re thinking. You know that he would never do that, especially if it meant breaking a promise to you. He was in an accident on his way home from the store. He didn’t have the kids with him so they’re fine and safe.” I let out a sob I hadn’t realized I was holding in.

Gen gave me moment. “I’m on my way. Do I need to call Jensen, or does he already know?”

“I called him right before I called you.” I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. I got up from the couch and headed to our mudroom to get my shoes on. As I grabbed my keys and purse, I told Gen I would see her in a moment.

I was almost breathless by the time I had reached the nurse’s station. All I could manage to get out coherently was Padalecki. The woman didn’t even look up at me before saying that she was not at liberty to give any information regarding the patient. I was trying to remain calm. I may not have Padalecki blood running through my veins, but lord knows that I have my brother's short temper and quick, sharp tongue. I was raised a Padalecki, that’s all that matters.

I took a deep breath so as not to say something I shouldn’t. My brother needed me, and I was not about to get thrown out by being a bitch. “Look nurse, I’m his sister, I kind of have a right to know about the condition of my brother. Not to mention his best friend is my husband.”

Still the young nurse wouldn’t look up at me. I couldn’t decide if she was a fan of the show and didn’t like me because she thought Jensen could do better or if she was just being a bitch. My patience was beginning to wear thin. It wasn’t going to be long before she got a tongue lashing if she didn’t tell me where my brother was.

She looked up at me. “I don’t care who you claim to be. I am not divulging private information about a patient to you and the rest of you nosy, obnoxious fangirls. I don’t care how many of you come in asking to know what’s going on, I’m not going to tell you. Even if I could, I wouldn’t. It’s none of your business. You are not Mr. Padalecki’s sister, nor are you Mrs. Ackles. Now, you need to leave before I call hospital security to escort you out.” She went back to typing on her computer.

Just like that my fight left me. With everything going on with Jensen and I had caused some tension between him and Jared. I hated it. I might currently be Mrs. Jensen Ackles but now I didn’t feel like her. Like any good big brother, Jared has taken my side and I feel so guilty about it. I mean, I don’t feel like there should be sides. Yes, Jensen and I are having marital issues but that doesn’t mean he needs to practically lose his best friend because of it. 

The nurse’s words just hit too close to home and with my anxiety rearing its ugly head I couldn’t find it in me to fight her and demand she tell me what room my brother was in or what the hell was going on. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes getting ready to fall down my cheeks. Wordlessly I turned on my heel and walked back to my car. I wasn’t going to leave; I could never bring myself to when Jared was in the hospital, no matter how bad my anxiety was getting to be. I just needed a moment to collect myself. The kids didn’t need to see their aunt like this, especially with their father in the hospital. I knew Gen would try and mother hen me. I honestly didn’t know how Jensen would react, if he would even care. Oops, I think that came out a little bitter. 

By the time I got myself calmed down and my anxiety quieted mostly, half an hour had passed, and I hadn’t realized it. Not until I heard my phone going off, alerting me that Gen was calling.

“Where are you, Katherine? We’ve been waiting for you.”

“Hey Gen, I’m in the parking lot. I just needed a moment; I didn’t want the boys seeing me in my state.” I partially lied. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her about the nurse and how her words affected me. I was embarrassed that I let her words affect me the way that they did. “I’ll be up in a moment.” She said “okay,” and we hung up.

I took a couple of deep breaths. I could do this. I wasn’t going to let her scare me away again. My big brother needed me, no matter the kind of condition he was in. I got out of my car with my head held high and went back into the hospital.

Unfortunately, the same nurse was still on shift - I had hoped that there had been a shift change in my absence. No such luck. I took another deep breath and continued to hold my head up high.

“Excuse me, but I would like to know what room and floor my brother is on please.” Once again, she didn’t even look up at me. What is wrong with this young woman, rude much? I was always taught that you looked at someone when they were speaking to you. Someone needs to learn some manners. 

The young girl let out an annoyed sigh. She finally looked up at me with a glare. A pathetic one at that. “I already told you that you weren’t getting any information. There is no way in hell that you are Katherine Ackles. I took a Hippocratic oath when I took this job. Celebrity or not, you are not family to the patient, therefore you are not getting any form of information out of me.”

I was glad that she was taking her job seriously and in part protecting my brother, but I was annoyed that she wouldn’t tell me anything. “I’m serious, I’m Katherine Ackles. I have every right to know where my brother is and what his condition is. I’m glad that you’re doing your job, but this is ridiculous.”

“Listen lady, you’re not the first nor will you be last person to come in here claiming to be Katherine Ackles. You’re not getting any sort of information, nor will you be getting any access to Mr. Padalecki and his family. Now, you can either leave peacefully and quietly or I’m calling security to escort you out as I said earlier.”

I was getting fed up with this child. “Do you even watch the show are know anything about the actors and their families? If you did then you would know that I am Katherine Ackles. I would like to speak to the head nurse on shift. This is outrageous!”

The nurse rolled her eyes and picked up the phone to call security. “I don’t watch the show, nor do I really care about celebrity gossip. Besides, someone like you couldn’t possibly be the wife of Jensen Ackles from what I have seen of the man. I would hope he has better taste.” I was shocked. I was too stunned at her unprofessionalism to fire a response back. 

The security guard had gotten there quickly and before I knew it, he had me by the arm -quite forcibly might I add. There was going to be bruise there tomorrow, I could already tell. 

Just as he was about to roughly take me out of the hospital, I could hear the heavy footsteps of my husband. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jensen sounded pissed. 

The security guard stopped. He looked slightly confused. “Escorting this woman out, sir. I was told to remove her; she was being uncooperative and was trying to get information on a patient she has connection to.”

Jensen grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the now fully confused guard. “Of fucking course, she has a connection! Why pray tell are you escorting my wife out of the hospital when her brother is currently in surgery? We’ve been waiting for her upstairs for fifteen minutes. I came to see what was taking her so long.” Jensen was about to rip this guy a new one. I must admit I did feel kind of bad for him. Not too much considering he did manhandle me rough enough to leave a bruise. If Jensen doesn’t see the red handprint already forming on my bicep, then the guard might be able to live. Regardless of what was going on between us, he wasn’t going to take kindly to someone hurting me – let alone a woman.

The guard looked to the nurse behind the desk. I smirked to myself. She would about to be in for a rude awakening. “Nurse Turner asked me to escort her out.”

“Did you think to ask Nurse Turner why you were to escort my wife out?”

The guard had the sense to look guilty. “No sir, she just asked me to escort out the woman that was trying to impersonate a patient's family member for information and refusing to leave.”

I could see the annoyance growing on my husband’s face. “Did it occur to you that maybe she was actually claiming to be who she was, that maybe Nurse Turner was confused. Someone should have asked for her ID as confirmation.” He whipped his face in annoyance.

“Correction, she wasn’t confused she was being a judgmental bitch, Jensen. She didn’t believe that someone like me -someone my size- could be your wife. She said and I quote, “would hope that you had more taste”. She wouldn’t believe that I was your wife and couldn’t be Jared’s sister, therefore, she wouldn’t tell me anything. Hence why it’s taken me forever to get to y’all. Even if she was required to ask for proof of identification – which I think she is – she is clearly refusing to do that part of her job. She’s just a snobby little brat with too much attitude and no manners.” I looked right at Nurse Turner and saw her turn white. That’s right bitch. 

Jensen narrowed his eyes at the Nurse. If it was possible, she paled a couple of shades whiter. “I want to see the head nurse on duty. This is not acceptable. You had no right to treat my wife the way that you did. Even if she wasn’t my wife, you should still treat her with respect like any decent human being. It’s rude and shallow to judge her based on her size. 

“I will have you know that my wife is beautiful inside and out. I wish I could say the same for you. If you will excuse us, we have a family that is waiting for us upstairs. I want to see the head nurse within the next fifteen minutes.” With that Jensen gently tugged my hand and led me towards the elevators.

It was silent between us as we waited for the elevator. I was beginning to worry if he had been putting on an act. He still held my hand in his, so that kept the hope burning within me slightly. 

“Thank you, Jensen, for what you did back there. I know that things have been off with us lately, with all the fighting. Thank you for still having my back.” I gently squeezed his hand in thanks. 

The elevator dinged and he pulled me with him. Once we were in the elevator, he pulled me into him. I immediately melted into his embrace. For the first time in a long while I felt like I was home.

He kissed the crown of my head. “I will always have your back, My Sweet Persephone.” I teared up at the use of my nickname that he had only for me. Maybe there was hope for us after all. “That nurse worked your anxiety up, didn’t she? That’s why you were in your car when Gen called you.” I couldn’t bring myself to speak so I just nodded my head. He held me tighter and placed his head on mine. We stayed like that until the doors opened a moment later. We walked out hand in hand. For the first time in a while, I had hope that everything was going to be okay between us.

We reached Gen, the boys, and Odette; Gen being the first to spot us. She ran to me and wrapped me in a hug. 

“He’s in surgery right now. All I know is that a teenage girl was texting when she hit him. She has a couple of scratches and a minor concussion but other than that she’s fine. She hit the driver side. They haven’t told me much else. They said as soon as they know anything, they will tell us.” I hugged my sister-in-law tighter. My brother was stubborn and a fighter. He was going to be okay. He just had to be.

“He’s gonna make it through, Gen. You know how stubborn he is and how much of a fighter he is. We both know that this isn’t how his story ends, he won’t let it be.” She hugged me tightly back.

“Damn straight!” We pulled apart and I walked over to the kids to check on them. Tom and Shep were sitting at a kid’s table coloring while Jensen had Odette in his arms. My heart warmed and broke at the sight. I began wondering if we would ever have that. I still had the slightest bit of hope that we just might. I didn’t want to lose my husband. “I saw you two came up holding hands. Does this mean that everything is starting to get better between the two of you?”

Before I could catch Gen up on what had happened downstairs, the head nurse walked past us and towards Jensen. Jensen looked up from a sleeping Odette and his facial expression changed from peaceful to angry.

Gen grabbed my hand and pulled us a little way away so that we could talk. “What happened downstairs Katherine, what took you so long to get up here?” I took a deep breath and told her everything that had happened upon my arrival, about my anxiety attack in the car, and the whole fiasco that Jensen walked in on.

She was speechless. “Yeah, he was pissed. I couldn’t believe what came out of her mouth either. Let’s hope that where the guard grabbed me doesn’t bruise - if it does, that Jensen doesn’t see it. For a moment, it felt like old times, like we were how we used to be before all the arguing. He actually called me his wife and remembered I existed. I don’t understand it but I’m not gonna complain.” I looked over at my husband still talking to the horrified head nurse. A small smile formed on my face. “I actually have hope now that I just might have my husband back, that my brother has his best friend back. I have hope that things will be okay with us. For the first time in a long time, I just have hope.” 

Gen gently squeezed my hand in support. “You know that Jared and I both are rooting for you and Jensen. We know that he loves you more than anything in the world. He’s just, I don’t even know, but I hope that you do know he loves you. Don’t give up on him. I know that the last miscarriage has really done a number on your marriage but you two are meant to be. I just know it!” She pulled me in for another hug “Never forget Jared’s motto, Always Keep Fighting”. I think this applies to that as well.” I nodded my head.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone coming towards us. It was the head nurse. She looked angry and embarrassed.

“Mrs. Ackles, I would like to apologize for the behavior and treatment of one of my nurses. Had it been my decision she would not have been hired. Her father is a major benefactor of the hospital and insisted she have a job here. Her father is trying to teach her responsibility and whatnot. This is unfortunately not the first time she has done something like this. I will be talking to her father and with any luck she will be removed from her post. I personally don’t like the girl, but for the time being my hands are tied. I do promise you, Mrs. Ackles that she will be reprimanded and punished accordingly.” She began walking away before she stopped and turned back to me. “If I may say so, Mrs. Ackles, you are a very lucky woman to have such a loving and supportive husband. He reminds me so much of my late James. Regardless of what Nurse Turner says, you two make a beautiful couple. I must admit that I fangirled - as the young people say - with my daughter when news of your engagement broke. We always, what is the term -shipped? - the two of you.” 

I couldn’t help the reddening of my cheeks. “Thank you so much, your support means a lot. Thank you for handling the situation. If you would like, I could sign something for you and your daughter, it’s the least I could do in gratitude.” The older woman waved me off. 

“Dealing with unruly nurses is a part of my job; I don’t just tend to patients. You don’t need to give me anything for simply doing my job.” The kind woman smiled at me. “All I want is for you to keep loving that handsomely sweet husband of yours and doing a great job on the show.”

I smiled in return. “Yes, ma’am, I can do that for you.”  With that, she went back to her duty and was off to talk to a nurse in big trouble. 

I walked over to my family and sat with them to await news on my brother.

I was just about to fall asleep on Jensen’s shoulder when someone began walking towards us. Seeing the doctor caused me to be wide awake. This was the moment of truth; the moment that we would know the fate of my world. We all stood up to greet the doctor. It felt like it was taking the doctor forever to reach us. His facial expression wasn't giving anything away. I couldn't decide if that was a good sign or bad sign.

“I’m assuming everyone here is for Mr. Padalecki?” We nodded our heads. Gen grabbed my right hand while I grabbed Jensen’s right arm. Thankfully, the kids were all fast asleep in the chairs. I wouldn't want them to awaken in case the news was bad.

“We’re expecting him to make a full recovery.” I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I could breathe again. “However, that is only permitting if he wakes up from his coma. We’re confident that he will.” Just like that my world came crashing down around me.

“He sustained mostly minor injuries other than the blow to his head. He had some internal bleeding that was quickly patched up. A couple of broken ribs and a bruised lung. All in all, he’s going to be fine. His body has put itself to sleep so that he can heal better and at its own pace; it’s just a matter of how long it could take. He will wake up, I can assure you, I just can't tell you when that may be.”

I hadn’t realized that I’d begun falling until I felt Jensen wrapping his arms around me. Yes, it was good news that Jared would indeed wake up. I just wished that it would be now and not days, weeks, or months from now. I could only pray that his body would heal him by tomorrow.  I heard a loud sob only to realize that it had come from me. Jensen pulled me even tighter and began stroking my hair. He kept telling me over and over that Jared was going to be fine, that he would wake up soon -the doctor had said so and doctors are rarely wrong. That’s what scared me the most, Jared’s doctor could be the one doctor that was wrong. I could feel my vision blurring and blackening due to my inability to breathe. It didn’t even register that Jensen and Gen were calling out my name. Everything went dark.

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rizlowwritessortof · 6 years ago

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snffbeebee · 2 years ago

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What Are Your Thoughts?

Alrighty Y'all, I know it's been a hot minute since I've actually posted on here, but I promise, I'm trying to put myself on a better posting schedule, now that I have my new computer..my last one shit the bed, and well I write better touching the actual keys on a keyboard then on my phone! So what I'm try to say is.....

I'M BACK BITCHES!!!!!!!!

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What some of you guys don't know is that I keep my Fanfic writing on the down low. No one is my real life knows I do it, besides a few..And well throughout the time I've been away, I have been writing something that is not related to Supernatural. Mystery/ Thriller..It doesn't have a name yet... or even a full chapter written, because getting all of the back stories, and characters together takes a lot longer than you think..Where am I going with this you are probably asking...Well.. I just wanted to reach out to all of my Loves on here, and ask if I posted something that wasn't Supernatural or fandom related, would you read it??

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writing-in-april · 4 years ago

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My Knight in Shiny Armor

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader (Spencer POV)

Summary: Reader is a fantasy novelist and writes Spencer into their story.

A/N: Heyy heyyy- this is my entry for the SFW fic swap that @imagining-in-the-margins organized! (Can y’all tell how much I love fic swaps I might have to organize one myself one day) This is a super fluffy little fic for @thekatherinewinchester! Hope y’all enjoy and my entry for the NSFW fic swap will be coming soon! If you have any requests they are open and I’m looking for requests for my next event- 30 fics in 30 days for April 2021 (I’ll make up a better title soon I promise) thanks for reading!

Warnings: this is so fluffy there’s no warnings 🥰- unless you don’t like the secret relationship trope

Main Masterlist Word Count: 1.2k

Garcia came up to me with a giddy look on her face as I was pouring sugar into my next cup of coffee. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that she was holding a book that looked similar to a novel that I was extremely familiar with. A blush on my face immediately formed and I forgot that I was still pouring sugar into my cup, though I’m sure that I’d still like the excessive amount of sugar I put into my coffee. As Garcia had said before, it was my ‘brand’, whatever that means.

I cleared my throat in preparation for the interrogation I was about to face, “What’s up Garcia?”

Instead of point blank telling me what she was all giddy about she opened the hard covered novel in her hands with green binding that I had seen numerous copies of.

“The mysterious man was taller than the rest of us by far, with fluffy brown hair that his helmet tried in vain to hide. It wasn’t just his handsome looks that drew me to him, it was also his intellectual abilities. He was far superior in intellect to any other man I had met in the world. The rousing conversations I had with him also made me feel respected by him which was much more than I could say compared to the other men I had met. The name of the mysterious knight in the shiny armor that had invaded all my thoughts as of late was named, Spencer.”

Once she finished the excerpt of the book she shut it dramatically then raising her eyebrows, I knew exactly what she was asking with her nonverbal cues, “I’m friends with the author…”

The look on her face after I trailed off told me that she wasn’t buying my lie. I was about to say something more convincing, but Garcia was not impressed with my attempts to get out of this ‘interrogation’.

“Oh- no no no, you aren’t getting away with it that easy, boy wonder. The blush on your face isn’t fooling me.” Her calling out my blush only served to make my face an even deeper shade of red, I could tell just from how hot the room suddenly felt. She continued on despite my deepening cheek color, “I want to know how you got your New York Times Best Seller partner, tell me everything.”

I figured there was no way to deny it now, the way I fidgeted and the blush on my cheeks gave it away easily. Even though Garcia wasn’t trained to study human behavior she wasn’t stupid and I wasn’t a good liar. So, I proceeded to tell her the story of how we met.

Of course as soon as I finished the story of how we met at a coffee shop Garcia bombarded me with more questions and brought the rest of the team to ask. She even got Morgan to say he’d read the book because he wanted to know “what does pretty boy look like in shining armor?” Which Garcia of course had to correct, as she had read the rest of the book.

As I was riding the metro after work my mind decided to wander about what had happened today. At first I was excited to share with Y/N about what happened today, but then I started to worry. What if they didn’t want to tell anyone?

We hadn’t really discussed telling everyone about our relationship besides passing comments in conversation. I worried that maybe they wouldn’t want to tell everyone because maybe they’d be embarrassed to be seen with me. Maybe that’s why they hadn’t brought up me telling the team much.

Once I had gotten back to my apartment I opened the door and was immediately greeted with the smell of Y/N’s cooking. Normally, I’d be super excited that they decided to pop in my apartment, but my anxiety about what had happened today was taking over my mind. I was rooted to the floor in front of my door, not wanting to have to admit to them that I had told everyone.

“How’s my favorite genius?” Their melodic voice called out from the kitchen. There was no way I could avoid it now, they’d probably be able to immediately tell that I was anxious. They were good at being able to tell exactly what I was thinking, and it wasn’t even their job. I often joked with them that their ability to read my behavior was as good as mine.

I decided I better get this over with.

As I walked over to my small apartment kitchen I prepared my explanation in my head. When they spotted me they opened their mouth to speak and I just started to rant, “I may have told the team about you. I got cornered by Garcia in the break room and she happened to have your book and read the parts where you wrote a character based on me- and”

“Slow down, baby.” They cut my ranting off once they had gotten her bearings. Normally being cut off makes me annoyed, but in this case I could tell I was in a swirling anxious mind set that I wouldn’t break out of unless an outside force helped me stop. I took a deep breath, which did help slow down my racing thoughts. Once I had slightly refocused my thoughts I noticed that they were looking over at me from where they were standing over the pot of pasta at the stove with a look of concern, which surprised me.

“You’re not mad?”

They turned the oven off as the pasta was definitely done now, making their way over to the other side of the kitchen where I stood. Bringing their warm hands up they cupped my cheeks and then asked with sweetness, “Why would I be mad.”

I couldn’t help but start to spill my thoughts into another rant to try and explain my reasoning, “Well- I didn’t really talk about telling them with you and I know that communication is important in a relationship from what I’ve read. And it felt like I made a mistake because I wasn’t communicating properly and I’m an idiot, I’m sorry you have to date someone who doesn’t know anything about relationships.”

“Spencer, it’s ok I promise. I was going to ask if maybe you wanted to introduce me to them soon anyway and- you aren’t stupid I promise, baby. You’re a genius, remember?

After we ate the dinner they had cooked they brought out their book to read to me, specifically the part in reference where my fictional counterpart came to save the day.

“You’re my knight in shiny armor.” They said with fondness, this was my favorite line in the book.

“Shiny armor? Why not shining armor?” I had asked this question numerous times since I had seen the same line in their book. I knew the conversation in the novel like the back of my hand and every time we read the book together we enacted the conversation. They acted out the protagonist’s lines perfectly, which was not surprising since the protagonist was partially based on them from their own admission.

“I don’t know, I just think it sounds cuter,” Their words were as sweet as honey, making me want to lean in to kiss them, but they needed to finish the line, “and in my book, you’re cuter than all other knights in shining armor.”

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wave0fg00dvibes · 4 years ago

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Baby - Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: Spencer’s daughter tries to tell him that she’s “not a baby anymore.” He doesn’t take it too well.

A/N: I’M FREAKING BACK, BABY! It has been so long and I’m so very sorry. Here is some tooth-rotting fluff for y’all because I love you. I actually wrote this for the lovely @thekatherinewinchester as a part of @imagining-in-the-margins fic swap, and it was SO fun to write. It also really helped me to have a deadline. I think I’m going to try to do that more often!

Please leave feedback if you have any! Lots and lots and LOTS of love, as always.

Category: FLUFF

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Word Count: 1.7K

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The first time our daughter attempted to assert her independence, she had just turned 6 years old.

A morning routine with two young children was often chaotic, to say the least. However, the first day of school was always a special one. For some reason, something about this particular September morning made me extra grateful and reflective, even among the disarray.

1 ½ year old Grayson sat in his highchair, babbling nonstop. Though he had only just started eating his applesauce, it completely covered his face and arms. Before I knew it, he was using his spoon to fling the food onto the floor.

Was that an issue on the top of my priority list right now? Nope.

Ava sat at the kitchen table, swinging her legs and eating her cereal with the enthusiasm of an excited 1st grader. Her polka dot dress and matching headband were neatly and meticulously adjusted, revealing the hidden nerves within her initial excitement.

The small TV on the counter was tuned into the local news, though no one ever really listened. Even if anyone wanted to pay attention, Grayson’s babbling would probably drown it out anyway. It was mostly just background noise. But, selfishly, I liked to know the state the world was in before my husband left our home each morning to go make it better, safer. I liked to at least have some idea of what he was going to encounter, even if it meant certain days were filled with anxiety and worry.

Dealing with the unease and stress was a small price to pay for the unceasing love and immeasurable happiness.

To be honest, I never imagined a world where I’d be simultaneously getting our children ready for the day and scrambling eggs for Spencer as he slept in after a long night of work. I never imagined his severe, draining job would let us have even a sliver of happy domesticity. But, as I scraped the last of the eggs onto his now-full plate, I reflected on how lucky the universe had deemed us. This shouldn’t be a reality, and yet, I couldn't imagine our life together any differently.

“Mama?” The voice of my sweet girl snapped me out of my reflective moment.

“What is it, Ava?” I asked, momentarily pausing my motions. She turned around in her chair to face me, eagerness lighting up her small face.

“I’m really excited to go back to school.”

I couldn’t help but smile. She truly was her father’s daughter in every capacity.

“I’m so glad! You’re going to have an amazing day!”

Her bright, golden eyes sparkled, and she turned back to finish her cereal.

Spencer would definitely be up soon. There was no way he was going to miss the sendoff of his favorite girl on her first day of 1st grade.

There wasn’t a single doubt in my mind that Ava was going to blow all of her teachers away. I insisted on keeping her in kindergarten for her first year of school so she could make friends and get used to that type of social environment, but now that she was starting more difficult content, I knew all bets were off. She was absolutely going to skip grades, make breakthroughs, and undoubtedly change the world.

But, thankfully, that was a conversation for another day, and one Spencer was undoubtedly going to have to help me through.

At that very moment, my sweet husband rushed into the kitchen, fastening his tie as he jogged. Even in his disheveled haste, the elation in his face and pep in his clumsy steps revealed that he was just as excited about this day as Ava, if not more.

Grayson babbled in the happiest tone he could muster at the sight of his daddy, and I couldn’t help but smile right along with him.

“Good morning, buddy!” Spencer smiled, crouching to meet Grayson’s eye level and pinch his chubby, applesauce covered cheek.

The tiny gesture took me back to a time when Spencer’s cares and worries were much different. Back then, he would never have thought to voluntarily reach for the grubby face of an infant, no matter how cute. But, six years and two kids later, this was a beautiful reminder of how much we had both changed, and how lucky we were to grow together and not apart.

However, in true Spencer Reid fashion, as soon as he was done making silly faces at our son, he padded over the sink to rid his hands of the sticky, grimy applesauce.

Everything may be different now, but some things never change.

As I packed Ava’s lunch, I felt his eyes on me from behind. Before I knew it, he lightly turned me away from my task and wrapped his arms completely around me, leaning down to rest his head on my shoulder.

“Thank you.” He softly whispered.

Forgetting the rush of the morning for a moment, I let myself sink into the embrace. For though our lives plowed forward at seemingly a million miles an hour, moments like these kept me grounded, sane.

“For what?” I asked.

“The extra sleep. The food. The babies. Everything.”

The case they returned from last night must have been a nasty one. Spencer was a very affectionate person, but something about this profession felt heavier.

Nevertheless, even after so many years, he still had the ability to make my heart skip a beat.

I pulled back from the hug to smile up at him, running my hands up his arms to get lost in his hair. His eyes reflected utter joy and gratitude, despite the fact that he had undoubtedly seen some horrifying things for the past few days.

“I love you so much.” The words flew out before I could stop them. Of course, I meant them with my whole heart, the phrase just seemed so mundane compared to my ever-growing, aching love for him.

The love in his eyes and sparkle in his smile told me he knew. He always knew.

He pressed a slow, firm kiss to my lips, hands coming to rest gently on my hips as we slowly swayed together.

“I love you too.” He whispered, and before I could fully savor it, the restless world started turning again.

Stealing moments with him would forever make my heart sing, but today needed to be about our sweet girl and nothing else. After all, according to her the first day of 1st grade marks the “beginning of the true educational journey.” Lord knows we couldn’t miss a second of that.

Spencer quickly walked over to the plate I had ready for him, setting it across from Ava at the table and kissing her head as he passed.

“Good morning, baby! Are you excited for your first day?”

Ava was silent. I felt the air in the room change as she put down her spoon and looked up at him, features completely serious. Somehow, I knew what was coming before she even opened her mouth, and Spencer was not going to like it.

“Daddy. I am not a baby.”

As expected, Spencer choked on the small piece of egg he had just attempted to swallow. In spite of the sad punch of the reality that my sweet girl was growing up, I nearly snorted, covering my mouth with my hand so as to not offend her.

Spencer looked absolutely dumbfounded.

“But, you are technically my baby-” He attempted to explain.

Ava was not having it. She took a deep breath, pushing her bowl of lucky charms aside so she could fold her hands in front of herself on the table.

“The term ‘baby’ is applied to infants from birth to the age of 1, and then sometimes to toddlers from ages 1 to 4. I am 6 now, daddy, so technically I have already let you get away with it for an extra year.”

Oh, my girl. What a little firecracker she was. No one in the entire world besides her could silence Dr. Spencer Reid with one sentence.

Spencer sat there at a loss for words, fork still in hand, clearly trying to formulate a coherent sentence.

“But…”

The school bus pulled up in front of our house with impeccable timing.

“Ava honey, the bus is here!” I gladly interrupted, shoving the lunchbox into her backpack and zipping it up.

Her poor father. I had never seen his jaw drop for so long before.

But, as always, there was no time to unpack in the current moment. That would have to be a later conversation.

Ava excitedly got down from the table, running to put her dishes in the sink before grabbing her backpack and putting it on with complete elation. I lifted Grayson from the highchair, quickly wiping off his applesauce-covered face with the ratty old t-shirt of Spencer’s I was wearing. By that time, Spencer had slightly snapped out of his trance in order to help Ava put on her sparkly converse shoes and matching coat.

The four of us were greeted by the autumn breeze as we stepped out onto the front porch. Spencer and I instinctively bent down to simultaneously kiss her cheeks, and she hugged our necks with the fervor of all the love in the world. She gave Grayson a small cheek kiss as well before turning away to start her new educational adventure.

“Have the best day, sweet girl!” I yelled after her as she sprinted down the driveway to the bus. She waved in reply. Though I couldn't have been prouder of her, I couldn’t help but notice the new missing piece of my heart that seemingly got on the school bus with her.

It was at that moment that I realized Spencer hadn’t said a single word since his baby proclaimed otherwise. He still looked like he had seen a ghost.

“You alright there, old man?” I playfully nudged him with my shoulder, bouncing Grayson on my hip.

“But she… she is my baby…”

I smiled, knowingly, trying to hide the small pain that struck my heart at the thought of Ava growing up. There were no words I could say that would calm his racing heart in the moment. So, I held our smallest baby a little bit tighter and leaned up to lightly brush my lips against Spencer’s.

“I know. Me too.”

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ladywinchester1967 · 4 years ago

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Life Update!

As most of you have noticed, I’ve been pretty silent on here for a while. I’ve been distracted for the last few weeks and above is the reason why!

That’s right! Lord Winchester and I are going to be PARENTS!!! I’m due February 5th, 2021 and am currently 12 weeks pregnant.

I feel really good so far; the first trimester has been tricky. I have some morning sickness, a lot of fatigue and a couple of weird food aversions. Baby doesn't like chocolate or apples, but loves just about everything else!

Above is baby at 8 weeks and 1 day!

As most of you may, or may not, know I have struggled with mental health for the last few years. I’ve been diagnosed and treated by my doctor for bi-polar disorder, ADD, anxiety, depression ans insomnia. Currently, I’m only taking 1 of the medications that I was taking before I got pregnant. The rest either aren’t safe for the baby or there hasn’t been enough research done to know if it’s safe for me to take while pregnant.

98% of the time, I’m fine. A little anxious, moody and distracted, but good other than that. There is that 2% of the time where I know I’m not feeling like myself. I’m very fortunate in that I have an OB, psychiatrist and a specialist that are keeping an eye on me. I also have THE MOST WONDERFUL support system imaginable. I have my husband, my family and friends to surround me, love me and that let me just talk during that 2% time. For this, I’m forever grateful to them.

Above is baby at 12 weeks!

While I’m nervous and excited about this next chapter in my life, I can’t wait to share it with you guys!

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thekatherinewinchester · 3 years ago

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Christmas Wishes - Part 2

Pairing(s): Jensen x OFC!Reader, Jared x Gen

Word Count: 1629

Part: 2/3 (Part 1)

Warnings: hospitalization, coma, comatose brother, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (fem receiving), Jensen is a bit of an ass for a moment

A/N: divider credit: @firefly-graphics

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND NOTHING MORE. I MEAN NO DISRESPECT TO JENSEN, DANNEEL OR THEIR BEAUTIFUL FAMILY. FOR THE PURPOSE OF THIS FIC JENSEN NEVER MARRIED DANNEEL.

The days passed and the less confident I was that Jared was going to wake up. It has been a little over a month now. The only upside is that he doesn’t have as many tubes as when he got out of surgery and his color has come back. Other than that, there has been no change. I spend most days with him, If I’m not at the hospital then I’m with the kids so Gen can spend some time to herself or with Jared. If there is one positive that has come out of this, it’s that Jensen and I have slowly been finding our way back to each other. He’s back in our room and sleeping next to me. I’m getting the best sleep that I’ve gotten in what feels like years. I’m hopeful that I’m getting my husband back, now if only I could have my brother back.

Jensen and I are on our way to the hospital to give Gen a little break to shower, nap, get a little something to eat, and get some time in with the kids. My stomach grumbled reminding me that I hadn’t had lunch yet. Jensen looked over at me with a small smile, “You hungry Perse? Why don’t we make a detour to Chick-Fil-A?” He turned his blinker on to get into the next lane to get us on the road to Chick-Fil-A.

“Thanks Jens, I forgot to eat lunch before we left. I feel like a ball of nerves today and I can’t figure out why.” I told him. As we slowed for a red-light Jensen grabbed my left hand and kissed it. I blushed like a teenager with her first crush. Even after all these years he still makes feel like a schoolgirl.

Thankfully, the line wasn’t long at Chick-Fil-A, so we were quickly in and out. I hummed happily as I munched on my sandwich with extra pickles and their delicious Chick-Fil-A sauce. I fed Jensen one of my heavenly waffle fries. He thanked me with a mouth full of fry and I laughed.

My belly is getting full and having these moments with my husband, I’m starting to feel better. I may be losing hope of getting my brother back, but I am getting more and more hopeful of getting my husband back.

Walking into the hospital, I am happy to see the horrible young woman is gone. It took some time, but she is finally gone.

I walk into my brother's room and smile a little. My sweet little niece was curled up with her daddy sound asleep while her brothers were sleeping against each other on the ottoman. My gaze goes back to the bed where I realize my sister-in-law is sleeping on the bed too. My heart breaks for the woman. She looks as tired as I feel. Bless the woman though, she never failed to be optimistic about her husband waking up. I wish I felt the same way.

I quietly make my way over to the bed and gently shake her awake.

“Gen, take the kids home for a little while, I can take over for a bit.”

She yawns and nods her head. “Okay, I will. I need to get the kids bathed and fed anyway. I will come back for the last hour of visiting hours.”

I smile and say that’s fine.

Gen and kids leave and it’s just Jensen and I for half an hour before the doctor comes in to check on my brother.

“Hello Mr and Mrs Ackles. How are you both today?” he asks us.

“We’re good, all things considering. Do you think my brother will wake up soon?” I looked at the doctor with hope in my eyes.

Dr Newman let out a long sigh.

My heart dropped.

“The thing is Mrs Ackles, your brother should have woken up by now. The longer he stays in a coma, the least likely he is to ever wake up again,” he paused, “I still believe that Mr Padalecki will wake, I am just unsure when. I’m sorry that I cannot bring you better news.”

He goes about doing his routine checking of Jared’s vitals and levels, while I just looked at my husband with tears in my eyes.

I clung to Jensen as we laid in bed. We both had a crying fest when we got home. This kind of news is the kind that I had feared hearing. My worst fears just might be coming true.

“What am I gonna do without him?” I ask quietly.

“Carry on Persephone, it’s what we’re all gonna have to do. Let's not talk about it just yet,” he lifted my chin so I would look at him, “let’s continue to hope that he will come back to his family.”

As I look into my husband’s eyes, I have never felt more in love with him than I do at this moment.

I lean up and softly kiss him. He kisses me back. We make out like teenagers for a while.

Jensen’s hands begin to lift my t-shirt off to reveal my naked breasts. He slowly kisses his way down to them before taking my left into his mouth. I moan loudly. It’s been so long since I have last felt his mouth upon my breasts. He flicks his tongue around my nipple before suckling on it like a newborn babe. His other hand grabs the breast that he’s not tending to. Once he feels my left breast has been suckled enough, he switches his attention to my right breast. I run my fingers through his hair as I bring him closer.

I can feel my panties dampen and I need friction to get a little relief. I start to thrust my hips into his.

I whimper in frustration.

I can feel Jensen chuckle into my breast.

“All in good time, Perse.” He begins leaving a trail of wet kisses down my large stomach and pauses when he reaches my pants.

He undoes them slowly, knowing that the slow pace will frustrate me. Asshole.

He’s finally taking them off and then I realize that the bastard left my panties on.

He gets in between my legs and begins to teasingly make-out with my pussy through my panties. I grabbed his hair roughly and try to press him closer. He stays where he is.

After a moment, he moves my panties to the side to better lick at me. He licks at me like a little kitten before he begins penetrating me with his tongue.

He fucks his tongue into me and then he moves to my clit. He sucks and licks at me until he knows I’m close. He slides in two fingers as he sucks my clit harder. He pistons his fingers until he feels me convulsing around them. My back arches and I let out a load moan. His mouth doesn’t let up on my clit until he knows that my body has calmed down.

I lie in bed like jell-o as he removes all of his clothes.

Once he is bare to me, he comes up the bed and kisses me. I don’t mind the taste of my juices on his tongue, not when I can mostly taste him anyway. He pulls away to stroke himself before positioning himself at my entrance. He looks into my eyes and all I can see is his love and adoration for me in them. I begin to tear up at the intensity of his feelings for me. It’s been so long since he’s looking at me like this. He tells me that he loves me as he’s pushing slowly into me. I respond in kind with a fierce kiss. He bottoms out and stays like that for a moment. It feels so good to feel full of my husband again.

Neither of us is in a rush to find completion. We’re both just content to feel this physically intimate connection of our bodies. We continue to kiss until our bodies begin to move of their own accords. We’re just going with the flow and taking our time.

Both his hands find mine and places them above our heads. I love the feeling of being trapped by his larger body on top of mine.

All too soon, it feels like, Jensen is thrusting faster to spill his seed inside of me. I’m getting close too. He takes one of his hands from mine and begins to rub at my clit to help me reach my climax. I’m silently screaming my release after I feel his. There is something about feeling him spill inside of me.

Jensen collapses on top of me and I cling to him like a monkey, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. I kiss the back of his head after he lays it on my shoulder as we get our breathing back to normal. I’m not ready to feel to emptiness of his cock quite yet so when he tries to pull away, I squeeze my thighs tighter and mumble not yet. He followed my wishes and allowed me to keep his cock warm for a little while longer. He knows how much I love cock warming –sexual situations or not.

Half an hour later he made me release him so that I could go use the restroom. As much I hate to feel the emptiness of no longer having his cock inside of me, I would hate to receive a vaginal infection even more. After using the bathroom like women should after having sex, I climbed back into bed with my husband. Neither of us bothered to put any clothes back on before falling sleep.

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bamby0304 · 6 years ago

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Once you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly, then send this on to 10 of your favorite followers/ mutuals (non-negotiable, positivity is super cool!)

... these always take me forever to answer...

I’m decently knowledgeable.

I’m open minded.

I’m a balance of friendly and bitchy, which is something I feel everyone should have (can’t bee too much one or the other).

I’m an animal person.

I’m creative.

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snffbeebee · 3 years ago

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Well guys…I’ve done it again. I have turned one of the lovely people I know, onto SPN. Now she hasn’t seen anything yet, but she’s already told me that she is going to be binging.

This lady is one of the sweetest and most heartfelt people I have ever met.. so do me a favour…GO SAY HI. She has no idea what she has gotten herself into, this amazing thing we call family!!

Don’t be shy… go and give her a follow and start up a convo, tell her all the crazy amazing things that she’s about to experience.

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Oh and here's some random Dean porn <3

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hoboal87 · 3 years ago

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waywardnerd67 · 4 years ago

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Worth the Whiskey

Summary: Dying with the Mark of Cain changed Dean Winchester. Now parading off with Crowley, the one person who could get him to listen to reason shows back up in his life. But is seeing her enough to make him play nice? Characters: Demon!Dean Winchester, Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader (past) Warnings: Angst/Fluff Word Count: 1256 Prompt: “There’s no point running.” A/N: This is for @crashdevlin Cassie’s 3K Review-abration. Song featured in fic is “Ain’t Worth the Whiskey” by Cole Swindell.

Dean winked at the pretty little waitress who poured him another shot of whiskey. The beautiful shade of pink spread across her cheeks making the corner of his lips curl into smirk.

“Thanks sweetheart.”

His attention turned back to the poor sap on stage shouting the lyrics to Bon Jovi’s ‘Living on a Prayer’. Downing the shot in front of him, Dean grabbed signaled for another one carrying it up on stage with him. He told the DJ what song he wanted and stood up to the mic. He was feeling nostalgic for some reason and recently heard a sound that resonated with him. Well… with the old him.

“I don't care that you done me wrong. 'Cause I've already moved on. I don't care what his name is. Girl it is what it is. I won't waste a dime or the bartenders time. Trying to catch a buzz over the thought of us.”

His baritone voice flowed through the speakers surprising a few of the regulars that had heard him up on that very stage before. No, tonight there was a little more effort in his song choice. The last remaining feelings that clung to his stone cold heart coming out from his mouth.

“But I'll drink to a country song. To another long work week gone. And I'll raise my glass to a long lost buddy I ain't seen. I might stay for one more round or I might close this place down. But don't think for a second I'm out to drown your memory. Baby you ain't worth the whiskey.”

He closed his eyes, the image of her materializing. Her beautiful (Y/C/H) hair and brilliant (Y/C/E) eyes that always saw past his bullshit. His hands caressing the mic stand like it was every perfect curve of her body.

“It don't matter what your friends say. They never liked me anyway, so if they see me drunk in this bar. It ain't over a broken heart. 'Cause I'm drinkin' to a country song. To another long work week gone. And I'm raisin my glass to a long lost buddy I ain't seen. I might stay for one more round or I might close this place down. But don't think for a second I'm out to drown your memory. Baby you ain't worth the whiskey.”

As if his mind conjured the very image from his mind, Dean opened his eyes to see her standing at the bar. Her eyes piercing through what little of a soul he had left. The same black leather jacket he gave to her clung to around her body. He sang out the last bit of the song dedicated just to her.

“I might stay for one more round. Hell, I might close this place down but don't think for a second I'm out to drown your memory. No don't think for one second I'm out to drown your memory. Girl, you ain't worth the whiskey. No, baby you ain't worth the whiskey.”

He downed the shot of whiskey he held as she smirked walking towards the stage. Dean set the shot glass on the speaker as he walked off the stage towards the back hallway. If she were a mirage then he did not have to worry about her following him. On the chance she was really here after all these years then he needed to get as far away as he could. Maybe Crowley would want to meet up in another town on the other side of the country.

“There’s no point running.”

Her velvety smooth voice stopped him in his tracks. Turning to face her he flashed his best shit eat grin, “Well, well what brings a respectable, normal girl like you to the likes of this low life establishment?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “You know exactly why I’m here. Sam called me and figured I’m the only one who could knock some sense into your dumb demon ass.”

For a moment fiery rage followed throughout his veins and the mark burned on his arm, “I’d watched what you say sweetheart. I won’t hesitate to hurt you.” His hand twitched towards the vibrating bone blade resting at his lower back.

“Awe, don’t tease a girl with a good time if you’re not willing to fulfill that promise. Me, on the other hand, can promise you all kinds of fun once you’re in these.” She held up the demon cuffs courtesy of his little brother.

He chuckled walking towards her, “You’ve been out of the game too long to wrestle with the likes of me. I’m not just a low life demon. I’m a Knight of Hell baby.”

He flashed his coal black eyes at her to get her to flinch. When she stepped closer to him not even reacting to his new dark eyes, Dean knew he was in a world of trouble.

She snaked her hand up into his hair pulling it roughly, “Oh pretty boy if you only knew what I’ve been doing with my time. Knight of Hell, cute. Try an Archangel of the Lord.”

Dean’s eyes widened as her dark shadowy wings branched out from her shoulders and blinding light surrounded them. All the years they had hunted together, slept together and he never knew.

“H-How… Did you keep this from me? From Sam and Cas?”

She smiled, “I’ll tell you all about my orders from Heaven after you’re a good little Knight of Hell and put the cuffs on.”

The mark burned hotter against his skin and the donkey jaw was shaking violently. He shoved her grabbing his weapon and narrowing his black eyes at her.

“I don’t think so sweetheart.”

She tilted her head to the side with a grin, “Fine. Have it your way.”

***

Dean’s eyes slowly opened as his head throbbed. Trying to move his arms or legs finding they were bound to a chair. He looked around the familiar dungeon that hid away in the Men of Letters bunker. He could still feel the mark’s power flowing through his veins and the darkness of succumbing to the mark still resting within him.

Looking up he found Sam with his arm in a sling, Cas looking exhausted and (Y/N) casually sitting at a table with her boot covered feet resting on the top of it.

“I don’t remember RSVPing to a reunion. Hiya Sammy.”

(Y/N) got up walking towards him and sitting across his lap, “The reunion is yet to come. Sam is going to perform the cleansing ritual and you’re going to allow him too.”

“Oh I am? Please do tell me, why am I going to let him turn me back into some pathetic, weak human again?” He bared his teeth at her as his eyes slowly turned to black.

She leaned in brushing her nose against his, “Because if not then I’m going to smite your demon ass into dust. If you think I’m joking then ask Castiel how I’ve been spending my time away from you.”

He growled as she got up walking past Sam and Cas but stopping at the door. “I want my Dean back so I can tell him the truth. If my Dean is truly lost to this world then your meatsuit means nothing to me. I will search all of Hell and Heaven to get my Dean back.”

He watched her walk out of the room and a small pang of heartache sparked a light in the pit of darkness consuming his soul.

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Touch

Summary: Soulmates are found by touch; wherever you touch them, a mark symbolizing that person appears. Reader longs to meet her soulmate but in order to that she has to touch them - Reader has an aversion to touch. What happens when reader starts working at the BAU as a PA and starts having feelings for a certain genius agent.

Characters: Spencer Reid, Fem!Reader

Paring(s): Spencer x Fem!Reader

Parts: 1/1

Word Count: TBD

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: slight angst

A/N: This fic was part of a secret fic swap on @imagining-in-the-margins discord. This is for my sweet Meg - @daydreamingatnight209 ❤️

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY RIGHTS TO SPENCER REID, THE BAU, OR ANYTHING CRIMINAL MINDS RELATED. I SIMPLY OWN THE READER.

I looked upon the new soul pair with longing. I want that; I long to find my my soulmate. It would never happen though. In order to discover one’s soulmate, touch is involved. That is where the problem lies -I have an aversion to touch. It’s something I have dealt with since I was a little girl.

Getting up, I took my turn in congratulating the newest couple in the in the BAU, Luke Alvez and Penelope Garcia. We all knew they were soulmates before they even touched. “Congrats you guys, I’m so happy for you both! I might be still be a little new and just a probationary agent, but even I could see that you two were meant to be together.” I blew them a kiss before sitting back down at my desk. Garcia blew one back at me. I will forever be grateful that this team that I hope to be a part of one day have been so understanding about my feelings towards being touched. Then again, they have gotten used to having a different teammate, Spencer, having an aversion to touch due to his autism. I have noticed that he is more open to touch when it’s someone he cares about, like his team.

Dr. Spencer Reid is the final person to hug and congratulate the couple. I felt my heart flutter seeing his smile. The man has captured my attention since I was first introduced to him nine months ago. He has been a huge comfort when I start to feel insecure about my aversion to touch. He truly understands and it’s a nice change. The team have been wonderful and supportive, but it’s different when someone else experiences it too. I don’t know why I am this way, I just have always been for as long as I can remember.

I freely admit it, I wish I could have Spencer as my soulmate. Deep down I know that he deserves to have someone better than me -someone he be physically affectionate with. By physical affection I mean, hugging, cuddling, hand holding, and the like. I would love to feel what a forehead kiss feels like. This is something sweet yet intimate that I would love to experience but, I am too afraid to.

“Hey Y/N, we’re all going out for dinner to celebrate later and we would love it if you would join us,” came the sweet and perky voice of Garcia. I smiled at her. It’s wonderful feeling like I am already an official member of the team.

“I would love to Garcia. I can meet everyone at the restaurant once a place has been picked,” I nodded in excitement. This would be my first team outing and I couldn’t be happier.

Pulling up to the Japanese restaurant I let out a breath. As excited I am, I’m also nervous. I have never joined the team in a public setting outside of work. I began to worry that I didn’t bring enough money -I would never just assume that someone would take care of my meal-, that didn’t want to order the wrong dish, I wasn’t sure if I should order alcohol or not. I forced myself to take a deep breathe and let go of all my worries and anxieties. I had nothing to worry about and everything would be fine.

I got out of the car and straightened out the skirt of my dress. I entered the restaurant and began to make my way to the hostess stand to see if I was the first to arrive or if they could direct me to my table. Before I reached the podium I heard Spencer before I saw him -well his front side anyway. It might sound creepy but I would know his head of curls anywhere. They just always looked so soft and fluffy. I had seen a couple of pictures of him with his short hair, but I have to admit that I much preferred his shoulder length locks.

Just as I was about to call out to Spencer I heard my name being called from somewhere behind me. Turning around to see who was seeking my attention, I didn’t pay attention to how close I was to Spencer. He began turning at the sound of my name too but his right shoulder blade met my left shoulder blade.

I just stood frozen for a moment. I know that Spencer was talking to me but it all sounded muffled. It was like I’d turned into a statue. I couldn’t force myself to move no matter how much I wanted to. I felt my mind going blank.

It took me a moment to get over the shock of being touched. By the time came out of it, the whole team had gathered around me and we had an audience. I could tell that they wanted to move me out of sight from the other restaurant patrons but didn’t want to touch me without consent. Looking at the team I could see the worry on their faces.

“Why don’t we move out of everyone else’s way,” came JJ’s voice. I could hear the worry in voice. I just nodded, I felt like I couldn’t find my voice quite yet. I followed the team to an party room the restaurant was allowing us to use for the moment.

“I am so sorry, Y/N! I didn’t know you were that close behind me,” Spencer looked at me with so much worry. He looked as if he had broken me. I managed to give him a small smile.

I cleared my through in attempt to get my voice working. “I’m okay Spencer, I was just shocked. I wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.” I tried reassuring the sweet doctor that I really was okay. He didn’t damage me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the girls huddled together whispering and Garcia bouncing like an excited child. Before I could think anything of it, Spencer recaptured my attention.

“I’m still really sorry. You would think I would have a better idea of my surroundings,” He smiled embarrassedly at me. The smile that graced my face at the sight of his was embarrassingly big. I just love all his smiles.

“I promise that it’s okay. I wasn’t expecting it so, it shocked me more than anything.” I reassured the doctor. Honestly, I was feeling a little confused. I have avoided being touched for so long that I don’t actually remember what it’s like to be touched. I didn’t feel awful like I did as a kid and it didn’t hurt - I didn’t feel anything really, but shock. More so that we bumped together rather than “oh my god, he touched me.” Maybe, just maybe, I’m not as adverse to touch like when I was little girl.

“Y/N, I don’t wanna freak you out or anything but you have a mark on your shoulder… right here Spencer touched,” I heard the strained excitement in Garcia’s voice. She wanted to be happy so bad but she wasn’t sure how I would react.

“What is it, what‘s the mark?” I asked no one in particular. Spencer moved to look at the new ink on my skin.

Without thinking, he begins tracing my skin with the tips of his fingers.“It’s an open book with a steaming cup of coffee, and what looks to be a traveling airplane.” I shivered at the feel of his touch but I wasn’t disgusted or anything by it. Actually, it felt refreshing. I turned around to face Spencer. He still hadn’t registered that he had touched me. We just stared at each other for a moment before it dawned on me. Spencer Reid is my soulmate.

“We’re soulmates,” I softly whispered. If he wasn’t so close to me, Spencer wouldn’t have heard me. A huge grin form on his handsome features.

“From the moment we met, I hoped my soulmate would be you,” Spencer confessed. My own smile grew as big as his.

A loud squeal -curtesy of Garcia- broke us from our little bubble. I looked over at the team and they all had shining smiles upon their faces. Their resident genius had found his other half finally.

“Seems like we get to celebrate not one but two new soul pairings,” announced Rossi. “Well, officially welcome to the family, Y/N!”

I blushed. “Thank you Rossi.” I looked back to my soulmate, “I’m really happy it’s you, too”

The team began making their way to the reserved table so that the celebrations could finally get underway. I tentatively took Spencer’s hand in mine. He looked at me with surprise.

“It doesn’t feel like it used to. I’m hoping that this mean I can start trying to recover from my childhood. I don’t how much I can handle, but this seems like a start.” I spoke softly.

Spencer squeezed my hand lightly, “Whatever you need. We can go as slow as you want.”

I smiled gratefully at him. “Thank you, that means so much to me.”

We resumed our path to the table where the rest of the team was waiting for us. Looking around the table I felt at home. I knew that life was only going to get better from here on out.

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