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[hunterscabin]

This Baby Will Have A Father Part II

Summary: The boys have a surprise for Y/N that they hope will show how deeply they love and care for her.

Pairings: Reader x SPN Cast

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, reluctance to accept help and gifts, mild panic, fluff, ALLl of the fluff.

Word Count: 1.6k 

Author’s Note: This is the second and, what I had planned to be, last chapter of a mini series, but writing all of this fluff has been a nice distraction from the real world. If there is any interest, I’d gladly consider writing more. 

Part I

At nearly six months pregnant, exhaustion took on a whole new meaning. The ten to twelve hour work days you once conquered with ease now left you completely drained and lethargic. You were lying on the sofa in your trailer, contemplating how you used to manage a night out after filming, when a small slip of paper caught your eye.

You sat up, reaching toward the coffee table with some effort, and quickly recognized the handwriting.  

Meet me in my trailer. - Jare

While walking across the lot, you contemplated Jared’s note. You weren��t sure of the reason for his note, but your mind had wandered to the point that you began silently praying the boys had enough common sense not to prank a woman approaching her third trimester.

Jared must have been watching for you, because his door swung open before you reached the trailer’s steps.

“Y/N/N!” Jared beamed, ushering you into the small living space where Jensen, Misha, Alex, Rob, and Rich were eagerly awaiting your arrival.

“It smells like trouble in here.” you cautioned, leery of the knowing smiles plastered on their faces.

Misha stepped forward and took both of your hands in his.

“You know we all love you, right?”

“Yes.” You squinted at him suspiciously. “What is this, an intervention?”

“No.” Misha laughed. “We’re so excited for you, Y/N/N, but we also know how much goes into raising a baby.”

“It’s exhausting.” Rob concurred from the sofa.

“They take all of your time and energy.” Rich agreed.

Misha saw a tinge of fear flash across your face.

“We’re not trying to scare you,” he soothed, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands, “We just know that you have a hard time asking for help, even when you really need it.”

“And you’re gonna really need it.” Jensen stressed.  

“We weren’t kidding when we said you don’t have to do this alone.” Jared added. “We want to be with you, every step of the way.”

“And we’ve put something together to show you how serious we are.” Rich announced, proudly handing you a small scroll that was neatly tied with a thick, white ribbon.

You loosened the bow, unfurled the ivory card stock, and read the cursive heading. 

“This is a binding contract, for all who have signed, detailing the ways in which we plan to care for and love Y/N and Baby Y/L/N.”

You looked up in disbelief, finding Rich’s kind expression, and he nodded for you to continue reading.

“Alex: Date Night.”

Alex stood and walked toward you.

“What are your two favorite things?” he quizzed, already knowing your answer.

“Good food, great company.” Your reply was skeptical, but a small smile tugged at your lips upon hearing everyone recite your mantra in unison.

“Now, I don’t know if I’m considered great company,” Alex quipped, trading the scroll for a small booklet, “but I can promise good food.”

You thumbed through the pages Alex handed you and noticed each one listed the name of a restaurant you had mentioned wanting to try.

“I will be waiting at your trailer, every Friday after work, until we’ve eaten our way through Vancouver.”

“This is too much.” you shook your head.

Unsure of how to accept his kindness, your gaze fell to the floor. Alex immediately dipped his head to catch your eyes.

“I know what you're thinking,” he whispered, “and you’re wrong; you deserve to have some fun.”

Alex watched you fiddle with the booklet for a moment before offering some extra reinforcement.

“It’s either dinner out or eating in, and I really don’t want to make you or the baby suffer through my cooking.”

His threat elicited a surprised laugh, and you leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“Thanks, Alex.”

“See you Friday night?” he confirmed. 

“It’s a date.”

Alex handed back the scroll, and you read the next name.

“Rich: Cravings.” You tilted your head to the side and crinkled your brow. “You all think I’m food obsessed, don’t you?”

Everyone laughed, as Rich took Alex’s place in front of you.

“This” he said, handing you a prepaid cell phone while holding up one of his own, “Is your designated snack line. Any time you have a craving, you just call or text, and I’ll be there!”

“You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.” you giggled, taking the phone. “I’ve already gone through three watermelons this week.”

“It’s only Tuesday!” Rich exclaimed. “That’s one watermelon a day!”

“This baby knows what they want.” you proclaimed, rubbing your belly.  

“I’m serious,” Rich affirmed, his face softening with sincerity, “If you need ice cream at three o’clock in the morning, I’m your man.”

“Promise not to judge me when the requests start getting crazy?”

“Honey, you should hear some of the things Jaci ate while she was pregnant. I’ve seen it all.”

“Thank you, Rich.” You grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Who’s next?” Jensen prompted.

“Rob: Lullabies.”

You looked up to find Rob fishing for something in his backpack.

“When she was especially fussy, music was the only thing that would get Audrey to sleep.” 

Rob found what he was looking for and pulled out a CD case.

“Louden Swain is putting together an album of lullabies for Baby Y/L/N, and we’ve already recorded one song.” he said, handing you the demo. “I hope you like it.”

You held the case to your heart.

“I’ll love it. The baby will love it.” You lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck.

 “Thank you, Rob!”

“We’re having another session next weekend, and we’d love for you to come.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You set the CD on the counter and picked up the scroll.

“Misha: Crib.”

Misha reached out his hand, and you settled your palm against his.

“That night after you told us you were pregnant, I couldn’t sleep, so I went out to my woodshop, and eight hours later, I had this.” Misha slid his phone across the counter, revealing a photo of an ornately carved railing rung. He swiped his finger over the screen, and a dark wood headboard appeared.  

“It still needs a lot of work, but it will definitely be ready by the time the little one gets here.”

“Misha,” you breathed, your eyes filling with tears, “It’s the most beautiful crib I’ve ever seen.”

Misha stood and gathered you in his arms.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too.”

“Hey! There are other people here who love her!” Jensen joked impatiently, when you lingered in Misha’s embrace.

“Let me guess.” you teased. “You’re next?”

Jensen gave a playful shrug, and you rolled your eyes. You sent Misha back to his chair and found Jensen’s name on the scroll. 

“Jensen: Classes.”

You looked at him quizzically.

“When Danneel was pregnant with JJ and the twins, she always felt more at ease when she was prepared, so we went to every class imaginable: delivery classes, breastfeeding classes, parenting classes…“ Jensen stopped suddenly, when he saw that you’d started wringing your hands. 

"Y/N/N, what’s wrong?”

“Those types of classes never even crossed my mind.” You spoke quietly, as if you were merely thinking out loud, but your voice was dripping with panic. 

“I’m already not doing enough. What else am I not thinking of?”

“Hey, slow down.” Jensen pulled you into his chest and cradled your head. He rubbed your back and stroked your hair while exchanging concerned glances with the group.

“I’m going to be a terrible mother.” you mumbled into Jensen’s shirt.

Jensen kissed your temple and leaned back to look at you.

“You are not going to be a terrible mother.” His voice was warm and reassuring.

Jensen brushed the hair away from your face and let out a soft chuckle.

“What are you laughing at?” you questioned, suddenly very self conscious about your hormone-induced overreaction.

“I caused the panic I was trying to prevent.” Jensen explained. 

“Before she had JJ, Danneel and I were out to dinner with a couple who were also expecting their first baby. They mentioned an infant CPR course, and Dee lost it in the middle of the restaurant. She said the exact same things you just did.”

“But Dee’s a great mother.”

“And you will be too. I promise.”

Jensen’s hand found the side of your face, and you leaned into his touch.

“Thank you, Jensen.”

Jared cleared his throat behind you.

“I hate to ruin a moment, but there’s one more person on that list.”

When you turned, Jared winked, and you said his name before even picking up the scroll.

“Jared:” you skimmed down to the last line of the page, “Doctors’ Appointments.”

Your eyes widened in anticipation.

“Starting now, you are not going to a single doctor’s appointment by yourself.”

“But there are so many.” you objected, your independent nature getting the better of you.

“There are,” Jared conceded, “and I don’t want you going to any of them alone.”

You stood in silence, stunned at his generosity.

“Y/N/N, if it makes you uncomfortable, I don’t have to go in with you, but I am at least going to drive you and wait for you until the appointment is over.”

“I…” you tried to order words in a way that would accurately expressed your gratitude, but language failed to give meaning to the love and appreciation swelling in your heart. 

“I don’t know how to thank you.” You turned to the group, “All of you.”

“You can thank us by not putting up a fight when we offer to help you.” Jared’s tone was loving but firm.

“Deal.” you agreed.

You looked around the room at all of your friends and were overcome with emotion.

“I was right to think this baby won’t have a father.” you paused. “They’ll have six.”

Masterlist

[hollybell51]

Sorry guys tough news I’m in love with him (100% serious)

Maybe I’m allergic to sitting around doing nothing.

MAY 18, 2017 ♡ HAPPY 6TH BIRTHDAY JACK!

[angelstrenchcoat-67]

Hi, I know it’s been forever since I last updated but I hate myself for always leaving things undone so I wanted to know if anyone is still interested in me finishing my stories You and I (Sam), Leather, Lace and Lullabies (Dean), Wedding Planners (Alex) and our song (Cas Au)

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Alexander Calvert Drabbles 001-100

They are all in order from highest word count to lowest. Everything is under the cut.

🥵 = smutty goodness 😏 = implied smut 🥰 = fluffy sweetness 🥺 = angsty heartache 🙂 = neither fluffy nor angsty

Word Count: ~800

🙂 A History Lesson // Summary: you know more about your own town than the tour guide does. maybe it’s time to share your knowledge.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Rotten | Jack Kline

The way Dean treated the nephilim angered you, to which you weren’t exactly sure why. He was Lucifer’s son, but it was a whole big contradiction actually seeing the boy.

He was curious like a puppy, as innocent as a baby, considering he technically was one in age. But it wasn’t just that, he was sweet, it was adorable how he would try to be more like Dean, copying his motions of holding a beer and reclining on the hotel sofa.

Kelly would have been proud of her child, she had believed in him before she succumbed to a meanigful death, and so had Castiel. It was however a conflict of interests when it came to the Winchesters.

The eldest saw him as the next threat that the lot of you would have to face off against, it was no secret he lacked trust for the boy. But (Y/N) was growing curious of the shamed creature, he was no angel or no human.

He was both, a collective from two places, and that could be considered beautiful from the right angle. “Stay a distance from the kid, and don’t speak to him, he might try to get into your head.”

Dean warned you, he and Sam were going to collect Donatello, which would leave you alone with the new life. At his brother’s words, Sam shook his waves of locks, unimpressed with his brother’s behaviour.

“Don’t listen to him, just stay in the room with him, neither of you leave. That’s all, you wanna talk to Jack, feel free. It’s your choice.” Before he shut the door,  he ruffled the hair atop of your head, sending you a smile, and then went on his way.

As you walked further into the rented space, your head tilted with a kind and peaceful look in your eyes. Jack was sat watching TV, on the bed, which was the very place that Dean had forbade him from resting.

There was a beautiful innocence to him, he was new to life, a new life that was resented by all of god’s creations. But even if you had a want to feel the same, you were unable to follow the flocks as you watched Jack with intrigue in your eyes.

He was preoccupied with watching the animation that flickered upon the glazed screen, a content smile that was infectious, and had you mirroring the expression. His presence felt so pure, if you weren’t aware of whom his father was, you’d even go as far as describing it as peaceful.

He was so child like, yet he looked older. It was all so confusing, you couldn’t help but be allured by his presence. There was no shame in the angels’ vendetta against him, but it made no sense that they would wish to kill something so beautiful.

“Can I help you?” Was his enquiry, he had caught your eyes sweeping in his direction, frankly it had made him curious. There was so much that the boy had to learn, the answer to his question was one of those teachings that he was eager to be aware of.

Perhaps your assumption of his attention had been wrong, he had sensed your drifting gaze, analysed it and noticed that he was the aspect that your eyesight had focused on. He couldn’t fathom as to what the reason was, minus the part where you had been instructed to by the pair of brothers that were much older than you two.

His voice had startled you, as you hadn’t expected it to snap through your convinced gaze, the possible replies floated around your mind, you weren’t sure which one to choose. From the time that you had spent with Sam and Dean, you had learnt much, and one of those taught parts tried convincing you to lie, but there was not exactly a purpose to.

You had not been thinking anything that could be considered particularly bad, if anything, you were admiring the fullness of his lips and the height that the structure of his cheek bones held. It even made you wonder if you were developing an attraction towards this angelic hybrid, there was certainly a fluttering pulse in the heat of your chest, if you were alone you’d have surely fanned your own face.

However if you were by yourself, this instinct of temptation would not be peeking so taking a brave gulp, deciding to face the fear of your insecurities, you resembled the idealistic truth in your mind, planning what was to escape the ‘cake hole’, as Dean described it, of your mouth.

“You’re not like anyone else.” It was the first statement to slip, the feeling of confrontation made Jack’s head dip low, as though he were ashamed of being such a state, but that was not how you had meant the words to come across at all. “There’s a sort of light that stirs from within you, an aura of good. But everything that Dean has put into my mind makes it all feel like one big contradiction, all because of who your father was, but I believe that your other parent had a far greater influence.”

“Kelly, my mother.” He had never met her in person, her life was a great sacrifice in order for him to be born, but he was well acquainted with her patient and caring temperament.  

“I’ve been told that you’re a rotten kid, that is only going to become another threat to mankind among the initial line up of foes, but I’m not sure that I believe that anymore…” The opportunity of forming your own opinion of Jack had arisen, it was the pair of you alone, no one else was around to tamper with your thoughts and convince you that he was nothing more than the devil’s spawn.

“What is that you believe in its place then?” The boy was sufficed to say that he was curious, the Winchesters each wanted something from him, albeit Dean’s was to be his victim if it came to that, if your mind had an idea of him and his abilities sketched out, it was plain and simple that you must have believed that he could fulfil your desires too.

But that was not what you wanted from him at all, the only thing you sought from the apparent young man was for him to be as he appeared; innocent, harmless. That was all that you hoped for, not only would it close off the chance of having another immortal enemy to face off against, but also you’d be allowed to care for another, he could join the family that the lot of you had formed.

“You are beautiful Jack, on both the inside and outside. Kelly and Castiel made the best choice for the rest of our universe to insure that you were born into it, you may attract trouble, but none of that is your fault. That is down to the stereotypes that Dean believes in, and fallen from the reputation of your father.”

He wasn’t certain how to respond, but he stood from the bed, walking closer to you, and you ignored the small voice in your mind that was attempting to remind you take a few steps backwards. You didn’t want to contradict any of the belief that you had just voiced to the young Nephilim, and a part of you felt a warmth as he stood before you, a cheerful smile upon his plump lips.

His head bobbed down in a shy, short nod, as though he was deriving his hint of trust to you. He was certainly sweet, and it made the truth of his father seem impossible, however in the moment you didn’t resent the devil to total disarray. Not because he had once been a beloved angel of heaven, but because even despite his lies and deceiving that had lead to this, he had made Jack.

“I think you are very beautiful.” He felt almost shy at exposing his opinion, he couldn’t quite understand as to why it was. But he wasn’t hateful of the feeling, it was new, that was all. The smile that he earned in return only made him believe that he had spoken the right thing, and that there was one less person that was against him and his existence.

A blush had creeped upon your cheeks, and your mouth opened to speak, but all was cut short when the brothers entered the room, pausing at the close proximity that the two of you had been in. Their gazes made you begrudgingly shuffle away, and bare the glare that belonged to the one and only Dean Winchester.

He was confused as to how he should feel, a part of him was relieved that the boy was still in the room, and nothing was on fire and nobody was hurt. However he knew that eventually, allowing yourself to get so close to the abomination would only hinder in your pain, one way or the other. 

Whether you were harmed physically or suffered from a broken heart, this kid would give you nothing but pain. He was rotten, there would be nothing good to come of him, it would never last, he had to make you realise that once more.

[mythos-writes]

Love on the Supernatural set

Misha Collins x (daughter) reader, Alex Calvert x reader

Plot: Being the oldest daughter of Misha Collins, and being part of the cast of Supernatural, was something that you wouldn’t change for anything. Jared and Jensen turned into a family but the relationship between Alex and you was something different. Hiding your relationship with Alex from Misha, and the rest of the cast was hard but had worked for about a year. What happens when the two of you slip.  

Word count: 861

Today was just another day for the Supernatural cast. Jokes, Pranks, and Act (specifically in that order), was usually on the schedule for Jensen, Jared and Misha. But for (Y/N) Collins and Alex Calvert, it was usually at the end of those. As they were the youngest, and have been with the show for the shortest amount of time, they were usually the ones that the pranks and jokes were aimed at. 

But what they didn’t know was that with all of their pranking and jokes on them, they started to form a bond, which led to them secretly dating. Alex had asked (Y/N) out to coffee on one of their days off, but Misha was still needed on set for retakes and their relationship had grown from there. They have been together for 6 months and no one on set had become aware of the young relationship. 

When they were on set, they sneaked little kisses and hugs between shots, and even on break. But the three ‘adults’ never caught onto their relationship. 

But that might just change. 

Today was the day where filming was going a bit rough for (Y/N). Today she couldn’t remember her lines, she had spilled coffee on herself and ran into almost everything from Misha’s car to the makeup trailer and even to the shooting set. Of course, the boys poked a little fun at her, but only tried to lighten her mood, which wasn’t working. 

So when the director yells cut, (Y/N) made a b-line to her trailer. She just needed to get away from everyone and collect her thoughts. She flops onto the small bed that was in there and just laid there. Then a knock on the door jolted her up from her position.   

“(Y/N), it's me. Can I come in?” Alex questions through the door. 

She stands up and walks over to the door. She slowly opens it, revealing Alex standing there. She moves to let him in and once he is in, she closes the door.  He turns to her and brings her into a hug. (Y/N) just wraps her arms around his torso and leans her head against his chest. 

“Are you ok?” he quietly, almost as if he spoke any louder that he would break something. 

(Y/N) shakes her head and looks into his blue eyes. 

“I think so,” was all that came out before falling back to his embrace. 

They stayed there for a few minutes before the call to come back was heard through the trailer door. 

“I guess it is back to work,” Alx says, trying to make a joke. 

She smiles at him, before releasing him and holding his hand to walk out of the trailer. As they walked out and started heading back to the sound stage, they started to act silly. Which led to (Y/N) placing a kiss on his cheek. This caused the couple to stop and Alex brought her into a kiss on her lips. But was quickly interrupted when someone cleared their throats. They turned to see Misha standing there, with his arms crossed and looking disappointed. 

“Dad, I-” she was trying to say but was quickly shut down.

“We will talk about this after shooting,” was all he said before walking back to the sound stage.   

 (Y/N) sighs before looking at her boyfriend. He had a sad look on his face. She smiles before kissing his cheek. 

“Come on, let's get back to the rest of them,”  she says before squeezing his hand before walking in the same direction as her father had just walked. 

Once filming had ended for the day, and they got changed back into their street clothes, she met her dad at the car. She was met with silence, and just sat in the car, looking at the wall. 

“So when were you going to tell me?” were the first words that broke the silent car. 

 “I wanted to sooner, but it just never happened,” Misha looks at her, and can see the nervous energy that surrounded his daughter. His features softened before turning more towards her. 

“Come here,”  he says while opening his arms for a hug. She falls into his chest, just like when she was younger. 

They sit there for a few minutes before Misha pulls (Y/N) away just enough to look her in her (Y/E/C) eyes. 

“Please don’t ever hide stuff like this from me again, ok. I like Alex, he is a good kid. If you were going to date anyone from set, I am happy it’s him,” he states. Tears start to form in her eyes.

“Really?”

“Yes, baby girl. Now let's go home and you can tell me more about how you and Alex started this ‘secret relationship’,” he says while starting the car and going to their apartment in Vancouver.

“Which one knew, Jared or Jensen?”

 “I am not going to tell you,” silence filled the car for a few seconds. 

“Jared?”

“Oh yeah.” 

[witches-and-cows]

Hi! I was wondering if you could please write an X reader for either Sam or Dean Winchester (whoever you want to write for is fine, I don’t have a preference) where the reader comes out to him as panromantic asexual and wants to see if that is okay with him. Thank you 😊

y’all’s minds are just, WOW. 

like i’m going through requests and y’all are so cool

anyway I decided on dean cuz it’d be interesting, since he’s, like, dependent on sex or whatever but....yes let’s go 

also, i’m gonna do like a headcannon ting?

also also.....gender-neutral reader

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So, Dean Winchester is a dude is always up for sex 

Like, the man loves it 

A lot

And that makes you nervous to tell him what’s been on your mind

See, you’d been wrestling with your sexuality/ romance preference for a while

And this recent hunt (A siren case, and even the siren knew that you weren’t really into the sex stuff) confirmed it

The first person you told was Cas

He was very supportive of you

“I also lack sexual attraction, [Name].”

“Shit, really?”

“Yes.”

One person off the list

You accidentally spilled to Jack while baking with him

“What does that mean?”

You explain it to him and he smiles

“I’m glad you chose to share this confidential information with me.”

You teared up (just a little)

(Okay a lot)

Sam walked in on you sobbing your eyes out on the kitchen floor

“Are you okay?” 

You sniffle and decide to tell him then, too

“Ah....thank you for telling me. I’m honored.”

You cry more

And he tells you he’s been thinking, too

Sam comes out as pansexual on the kitchen floor

You smile and embrace him

Now you only had your boyfriend to tell

Sam offers to take Jack and Cas out on a ”hunt” to give you privacy

Definitely not to get Cas semi alone so he could ask him if he wanted to go out

No sir

Anywho

You sit next to Dean and set the pie you made earlier on the table

He looks up at you quizzically, his brow furrowed

“Is someone dead?”

“No...?”

“Then why do you look so nervous?”

You swallow the nerves

And sit next to him, taking his large hands in yours

“Dean...I’ve been needing to talk to you...”

Now, Dean is confused and kinda scared

He thinks you’re gonna leave him

That you’ve found someone better

And he’s so scared

Cuz he loves you

“Dean.....I....I....I’m, uhm, I’m panromantic and asexual.”

He looks at you and sighs in relief

“I thought you were gonna leave me.”

And you hear the crack in his voice

But he quickly wipes his eyes and clears his throat

“So, panromantic means attraction to all, right? Like, gender plays no part?”

You nod, slightly surprised that he’s taking it so well

He kisses your knuckles

“And asexual means....”

You chew your lip, and say, “No, sex.”

“At all?”

“At all.”

You expect to hear him say it’s over

And that chokes you up

Dean sees this and quickly pulls you onto his lap

He reassures you that he couldn’t leave you

That he loves you so much more than pie

And that you’re completely valid

And if anyone tries to invalidate you, he’d shoot them dead

You cry more

Dean doesn’t like seeing you cry

So he kisses your knuckles

Your nose

Your cheeks

Your forehead 

And finally your lips

And you feel loved

By your family

And by your Dean Winchester

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ngl i choked up a bit

but I hope you liked it, and I hope you know that you are so valid, and so, so loved <3

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Chapter Five: God Help The Girl

Rated: PG

~There is no way I'm looking for a boyfriend There is no way I'm looking for a scene I need to save some dough I'm a working girl, you know I'll fend attention off I keep to myself

I love my room, I'm getting used to sleeping Some nights I really like to lie awake I hear the midnight birds The message in their words The dawn will touch me in a way a boy could never touch Their promise never meant so much to me

You have been warned, I'm warned to be contrary Backward at school, I wrote from right to left Teacher never cared for me Preacher said a prayer for me God help the girl, she needs all the help she can get~

Jack could have sworn he had seen someone on top of the barber shop across the street. He had felt a pair of eyes on him and when he'd looked up, there they were. Watching, staring at him through a missing brick. But he had looked away to call Sam's attention to them and when he'd looked back, the eyes had disappeared. Perhaps he was imagining things. Perhaps this awful dead town was getting to him. Jack didn't know, so he focused back on his sandwich. He could always count on food to make sense.

He had almost finished it when he heard the voices.

"Aw, come on guys, really? You're gonna beat up a kid? What? Is your self-esteem so low that you have to attack a girl just to make yourself feel better?"

The voice belonged to a woman and it drifted out from the alleyway on the left side of the bar. Jack wrapped the last of his sandwich up in its wax paper and laid it on the bench before getting up and walking toward the alley.

"Jack, where ya’ goin'?" Sam called out.  Jack turned back and raised a finger to his lips, listening for the woman's voice again.

"Hey, come on guys. Stop. Stop! Hey! I said stop! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!"  Upon hearing the shouting, Jack rushed into the alley, followed quickly by the Winchesters and Castiel. There were five men in the alley, all focused on the woman they were attacking. Jack couldn't see her as the men were blocking his view. He was about ready to jump in there and help the woman out but was stopped by Dean's hand on his shoulder.

"Hey idiots!" Dean called out. "You know, it's not very nice to jump people." The five men turned around. One of them was holding the woman who had been yelling.

Though now, upon seeing her, Jack realized she wasn't really a 'woman' at all. The girl in front of him couldn't have been older than 15. She was maybe five foot three and quite thin, a little too thin to be healthy. Her large, soul piercing, light grey eyes took up quite a bit of her short, round face. Long eyelashes brushed her cheeks when she blinked, and her eyebrows were thin and dark. She had low set cheek bones and a small slightly pointed chin. Her nose was small and lightly upturned, and her lips were soft and a little pouty looking. Her entire face was a picture of innocence. Jack found her hair particularly interesting. It was jet black at the roots but gradually lightened to gray then to silver and then to white at the ends. It was also extremely long. Her hair flowed down her back in a waterfall of ringlets all the way down to where it ended at her knees.

Jack's gaze met that of the girl's wide beautiful gray eyes. She lifted a brow and her lips parted in silent question. Jack got the feeling there was something peculiar about her, but he didn’t know what it was. They were both drawn back into the moment by more shouting.

"Back off old-man! This ain't any o' your business," The apparent leader said. He was probably the oldest of the group though none of them looked very old.

"Seeing as you just insulted me, I think it is. Besides, I like to think of myself as a decent person, so I'm not gonna let ya’ hurt a kid. So, why don't you boys run along before you get your ass's beat," Dean said. Jack noticed the girl's face twist into a sneer when Dean called her a kid. The disgusted expression looked unnatural being displayed by her innocuous features.

"Why do you care about this hobo-scum? Besides, she's a lot older than she looks." The guy chuckled darkly and glanced at the girl with the strange gray eyes. She twisted her head and scowled at him. The girl didn't look very homeless in Jack's eyes, but the thought of her being so made him deeply sad. Jack believed that everyone deserved a home. Meanwhile, Dean rolled his eyes, he wasn't going to waste time arguing with these drunken losers.

"You've got five seconds to let the girl go," Dean stated.

"Or what?" The lead guy challenged.

"Or you're gonna get a beating you'll never forget." The leader laughed.

"Bring it on, Grandpa!" He jeered. Deans eyes went wide.

"Grandpa?" He asked in disbelief. Then, he cracked his knuckles. "Alright Sammy, you take left, I'll take right. Cas, you and Jack... You guys try not to kill anybody." Upon hearing that last part most of the five men shifted their feet nervously.

Dean went straight for the leader. Roundhouse kicking him straight in the face, Dean let the guy stumble back a bit before punching him swiftly in the face. Twice. When their leader fell to the ground, completely unconscious, the rest of the girl's attackers exchanged nervous glances and started to shift themselves away. From there, all it took was Cas touching one of them on the head, sending him to sleep instantly, and all of the men retreated.

When the one who was holding the girl let go, she whirled around and kneed her captor in the groin. He grunted before stumbling off.

"That's right! You better run, you human farts!" She called after them. Her voice was oddly low for a girl so young and it rang through the crisp winter air, clear as a bell.

"You okay?" Sam asked her. She turned to face him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. These guys just need to learn TO KEEP THEIR DUCKING HANDS TO THEMSELVES!!!" Her tone had begun softly but had grown to a shout at the end. The four hunters were astounded with how loud her voice could get when coming from someone so small. She just grinned at them when she finished yelling.

"Ducking?" Was Dean's only question.

"Yes, ducking," The girl replied, curtly. "Thanks for the help by the way. You're new around here, right? ‘Cause I think I'd remember a couple o' guy's with faces like yours." Dean raised an eyebrow at that last comment.

"Are you flirting?" He asked.

"I don't know, are you?" She replied without missing a beat, mischief gleaming in her eyes. Dean's eyebrows shot up, he had no idea how to respond to that question coming from a child. Sam took over now.

"Yeah, we're just visiting. We're-" the girl cut him off.

"Lookin' for the ghost?" She asked. Sam was taken aback.

"Y-yeah. But how-how did you-how did you know?" He stammered. The girl put her hands on her slim hips.

"A girl my age doesn't survive livin' on her own without bein' clever, and I mean real clever," She said with a smirk. "You boys are hunters aren'ttcha'?"

"Y-yeah. We are." Sam's voice trailed off. The girl simply grinned.

"I can show ya’ to the ghost," She said.

"Thanks, but- if you don't mind me asking, why were you here? I mean, where are your parents?" Sam asked. The smile dropped from her youthful face like a stone as she answered the question darkly.

"Six states over, six feet under."

"I'm so sorry," Jack spoke up.

And he was. He knew what that felt like.

She shrugged, turning to him. The look in her eyes spoke to something deeper than sorrow, or loneliness, or even anger. Jack knew that feeling. It was the feeling that you get when everybody says their sorry but it just doesn't mean anything anymore because sorry can't bring a person back from the dead.

"Everyone is." Came her simple reply. Despite knowing exactly how she felt, Jack didn't know how to reply to that. He felt awful that he had no comfort to give her because saying that 'they're in a better place now' or 'I'm sure you'll see them someday' would never make it okay again. Jack knew that all the warm wishes in the world couldn't bring back what he'd lost, what she'd lost. No angel magic could heal that sort of pain.

"So, what are you doing here?" Sam quizzed her. The girl let her deep, emotion filled eyes linger on Jack for a moment before she turned back to Sam.

"Currently? I'm dying of hypothermia," She answered.

"Hop in the car," Dean offered, waving his keys, "We'll take you somewhere you can get warm."

The girl chuckled, her laugh reminded Jack of wind-chimes.

"One, you don't wanna know how shady that offer sounded. And two, if I go to a shelter, they'll put me into the foster system to be tossed around until I'm eighteen. Then they'll dump me right back here. No thanks! I'll take the hypothermia!" The girl joked. She chuckled again, darkly this time. "Besides, I'd hate for any of those foster parents to wake up dead."

"What do you mean?" Castiel narrowed his eyes as he jumped into the conversation.

"Why do you think I'm on my own, Angel-Face?" She asked him. Jack quietly wondered if she knew what he and Castiel were. There was no way she would be able to tell, right?

"Why are you on your own?" Sam inquired. The girl huffed.

"Because vampires slaughtered my family, I escaped, call it a miracle. You guy's saved my life, that means I owe you. I don't like owing people. If you're looking for the town ghost, I'll show you some bones to burn. Okay? Okay." The girl started walking forward but Dean stopped her.

"How did you escape?" He narrowed his eyes and stared at her as if that could grill the answer out of her.

"I could’ve sworn I told you to call it a miracle. I'm not saying anything more about it. You wanna know more? Take me to dinner first. Now do ya’ want me to show you to the ghost or not?" For someone so young, her eyes and tone were made of steel. It was clear that she wanted to get off this topic as fast as possible.

"How are we supposed to trust you, kid? We don't even know your name," Dean pointed out. The girl rolled her eyes.

"My name is Martina," She stated. "There, now you know it. Happy?"

Jack perked up.

"Hey! I have a friend named Martina!" He said, brightly. The girl turned to him.

"Really? Hold on. What's your name?" She asked him, smiling a little.

"I'm Jack," He said.

"No way." The girl grinned and whipped out her phone, typing something quickly.

Plip! Ploop!

Jack's phone rang in his back pocket. He pulled it out and displayed on the screen was a text from Marty. They both looked up.

"Well, heya, Jack."

***

"Well, heya, Jack." I said, a little bewildered.

"Hi Marty!" The kid, who was apparently Jack, said brightly. Then he reached out and approached me for a hug. I stepped away quickly. That was not happening. No sir.

"Jack, what are you doing?" I asked as I ducked another hug attempt. Jack looked very confused.

"Trying to hug you," He replied.

"Yeah, uh, sorry but I really don't hug people I've just met in person for the first time."

That wasn't the real reason why I couldn't hug him, because the universe knows I wanted to. The kid was way cute, and my life moto has always been 'never turn down a hug from a cute guy, unless he's being creepy'. But I was hungry, and a hug was a great way to lose it in front of a bunch of hunters and end up decapitated. Decapitation was not something I wanted to experience first-hand. I was surprised, however, when Jack didn't miss a beat.

"Okay! Handshake then." He offered me his hand and I took it.

"Holy Moses!" I exclaimed. "Your hands are warm!"

Jack chuckled and I looked him in the face.

"I'm not letting go now," I proclaimed as I grasped his hand with both of mine and relished in the warmth.

"Okay!" Jack shrugged, grinning.

"Alright, as long as we're doing introductions, I'm Dean," The tall guy with the spiky brown hair said. He gestured to the tallest one. "This is my brother, Sam." The walking mountain of flannel waved at me. "And the bundle of sunshine in a trench-coat is Cas." The dark-haired man in the tan coat nodded to me, I nodded back.

"It’s nice to meet y’all. And Dean?" I addressed.

"What?"

I gestured to man he'd called 'Cas'.

"That's not a trench-coat. It's an over-coat. Learn the difference." I pointed out.

Cas side-eyed Dean with an almost unnoticeable expression of 'I told you so' written on his face. Dean just rolled his eyes and Cas turned back to me.

"My name is Castiel, and I'm an angel." He introduced himself to me and I guessed I'd made it to his good side because, from the impression I'd gotten of him, he didn't seem like a big talker. I figured he let the man named Dean do most of the talking for him.

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Castiel." I said, nodding my head to him. Dean raised an eyebrow.

"You don't even look surprised," Dean noted, his eyes narrowing. I simply shrugged.

"I've always believed in angels. Even if the one on my shoulder skipped out a while ago." I turned my head to smile at Castiel. I hoped he would understand what I was saying and not get offended. "It's just nice to meet a dedicated one."

As the words left my mouth, I tried to stop what I dreaded from happening, but I couldn't. I felt Castiel's mind softening and opening and I felt my voice penetrating on a subconscious level, whispering all the words I couldn't say, to his soul which was quietly listening. I was Sweet-Talking him, just as I'd vowed not to. I felt the familiar rush of power that I wished I'd never known, as it sparked and swelled inside of me. Using my years of practice, I shut it down. Pretending to catch it all in a big imaginary box, I then sealed it and pictured myself sitting on the lid. The power struggled to get free, but I pushed back harder and kept the box sealed inside my head. I felt the power recede and Castiel's mind close up again. I couldn't repair whatever damage I knew I'd done in my brief lapse of control. But I did know that Castiel was completely unaware of what had happened.

Castiel extended his hand for me to shake and I took it with one of mine, keeping my other hand in Jack's. Castiel's hand, like his younger companion’s, was also very warm. I grasped it tightly.

"Ha! Now, I've tricked you both into falling into my trap!" I declared dramatically. Castiel looked at me in confusion. I intertwined my fingers with his and lifted our clasped hands into view, addressing both him and Jack. "I'm sorry, you two. You guys just aren't getting these back until I can feel my fingers again." Jack laughed and Castiel only shrugged. I just grinned, it had been about 8 weeks since my fingers had gone completely numb.

"You said you knew where the ghost's bones are, right? Can you tell us where to find them?" The sasquatch with pants was talking again and I lifted my head to look at him.

"I can't tell you, but I can show you," I offered, "And I can give ya’ a little history lesson along the way!"

"Then let's get movin'," Dean swung his keys around his finger and lead the way to the black 67' Chevy Impala.

"67' Chev!" I remarked. Still clinging to Jack and Cas's hands. "Nice!"

Dean turned to me.

"You know cars?" He asked, seemingly impressed. I shook my head.

"No, but my little brother did. This was one of his favorites."

This seemed to peak Jack's interest.

"You have a brother?" He opened his mouth to ask another question, but I beat him to the punch.

"Lemmie guess, you're gonna ask where he is? Well, don't bother. I've got your answer, Jack. He's laying right beside my parents." I tried to sound gentle, but it just ended up sounding mildly annoyed. But Jack didn't seem to get upset, he just nodded.

When we reached the car, the brothers got in the front. (How those two were related I wasn't quite sure as they looked absolutely nothing alike.) I looked down at my hands, intertwined with both Cas's and Jack's. I'd have to let go of them to get in the car, but I couldn't feel my fingers just yet. I looked to the boy on my left and the angel on my right, keeping my expression completely serious, I gestured to our intertwined hands.

"If I let go of these to get in the car, do I have your guys’ solemn word I'll get em' back?" I asked, glancing left and right between them.

"Sure!" Jack promised. Cas simply nodded.

"Okay. Now break!" I let go of their hands and threw open the door of the Impala. Swinging my knee-length hair over my shoulder, I gathered it up and slid into the Impala so as not to sit on any of it. Jack slid in beside me on my left and Castiel crossed to the other side and opened the door before sitting on my right. When they both closed their respective doors, I held out both hands.

"Give," I demanded. They both quickly complied. Dean turned on the heater and was kind enough to point the front vents directly at my face, I sighed. "Oh, Hallelujah."

Jack chuckled.

"Are you very cold?" He asked me. I snorted at his presumption.

"Dude, I am so far past cold it's not even funny! If you guys got here any later, I think I'd have been a human-popsicle!" I exclaimed. Jack's eyes widened and he looked a little scared. I think he may have taken my statement literally. I was going to explain it to him, but I was quickly distracted. "Oh my gosh guys, I think I just discovered something!"

"What?" Dean asked from up front.

"I have a nose!" My discovery had most of the car laughing.

As we pulled away from the bar's parking lot, I caught a glimpse of a spectral figure in the car's rear-view mirror. I turned around in my seat. Standing on the sidewalk under the light of a streetlamp stood Isaac with his arms crossed. His corpse-like countenance augmented by the old lamp's yellowed glow. The expression on his face was, for the first time that I had ever seen, truly menacing as he bore into me with his face cold and dead and his eyes like a raging wildfire. His withering stare was louring and harsh as he shook his head at me slowly. 'No' he mouthed. The laughter died in my throat and Isaac's ghastly silhouette disappeared into the night air.

"Is something wrong?" I heard Jack ask me. I looked back to him and forced a smile.

"No, I'm fine. I just thought I saw something."

~This ain't no play on words My love for him is absurd If he gave me a sign I'd think about it for a week I'd build it up and then I'd turn him down

You have been warned, I'm warned to be contrary Backward at school, I wrote from right to left Teacher never cared for me Preacher said a prayer for me God help the girl, she needs all the help she can get~

Lyrics From: God Help the Girl

[hunterscabin]

This Baby Will Have A Father Part I

Summary: Y/N is an actress on Supernatural. After becoming pregnant, her boyfriend leaves her, not wanting anything to do with the baby. Unsure of what the future holds, her male co-stars show her that she’s not alone. 

Pairings: Reader x SPN Cast

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, nervous reader, fluff

Word Count: 1.3k 

Author’s Note: I only have two parts of this story written, and unless it gets major traction, I’m not sure I’ll be writing more. I didn’t want to be a tease and leave y’all hanging, but those who’ve responded said they don’t care and would like to read anyway. Let me know if I should keep going! 

Filming had only resumed one week ago, and you were already having difficulty hiding your pregnancy. Hiatus had come at the perfect time, right when you were really starting to show, but now that you were in your fifth month, loose sweaters and baggy shirts were no longer able to conceal your constantly expanding stomach. You had told wardrobe and the show’s producers, but the life growing inside of you was still a secret to most of the cast and crew.

It had been a hectic day on set, and you were beyond grateful when Bob called for lunch. You saw some of the guys head into Jensen’s trailer and figured now was as good a time as any to tell them you were expecting. Before you could lose the gumption, you marched up to the door, pausing only briefly before knocking.

“Hey, Y/N/N!” Jensen smiled as he opened the door and stepped aside for you to come in. A loud roar of laughter filled the air.

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Not at all!” Jensen picked up his plate and pulled out the chair he had been using. “Have a seat.”

Along with the featured cast, many guest actors were in town to shoot a special episode. Jared and Misha were sitting at the kitchenette table with Rob while Alex and Rich enjoyed their lunch on the sofa.   

“I think I’ll stand. Thanks, though, Jay.” The palpable apprehension coursing through you was in stark contrast to the lighthearted atmosphere in Jensen’s trailer, and your mood didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Misha asked. Before the break, most of the cast had noticed and even discussed your unusually reserved and distant nature. Misha wondered if your current trepidation had anything to do with your pre-hiatus behavior.

“Yes.” You answered with uncertainty.

You had shared your pregnancy with some of the women in the cast earlier that week, and while their support and advice had been immensely heartening, it was emotionally exhausting going over your story again and again. You thought it’d be easier telling all the guys at once. Now, as your eyes scanned the room, you grew increasingly anxious seeing everyone’s attention on you. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, after all.

“I have some news to share.” you said hesitantly.

“Good news, I hope?” Rob cautioned, his voice full of anticipation.

“Great news, actually.” You took a deep breath, uncrossed your arms, and opened your sweatshirt. “I’m pregnant.”

You smiled tentatively, not knowing how everyone would take the news. After what felt like ages, Alex stood to place a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Congratulations, Y/N/N!” He beamed, kissing you on the cheek.

Rob and Rich were close behind, both of them pulling you into a warm hug.

“How far along are you?” Rob smiled as he leaned out of the embrace. He held you at arm’s length, taking in the sight of your bump.

“I’m just over five months along.”

“You look great!” Rich exclaimed.

“You really do.” Rob affirmed, giving your shoulder an encouraging squeeze. “I’m amazed you were able to hide this from us for so long. Now that I know, I can’t believe I didn’t see it before!”

“The ladies in wardrobe were very helpful.” You smiled coyly.

You were relieved that Rob, Rich, and Alex seemed genuinely happy, but you couldn’t shake the deafening silence radiating from the table behind you.   

Jared, Jensen, and Misha still hadn’t said anything, so you turned to face them. When your eyes met theirs you could see their shock. They were the big brothers you never had, and you told each other everything. The most painful part of keeping your pregnancy a secret was lying to the three of them, but you had to process your own feelings before telling everyone else. You never imagined you’d find yourself alone and pregnant. In an instant, you went from being a responsible twenty-something who made all of the right decisions to a statistic mothers tell their daughters to scare them into abstinence. It had taken you months to come to terms with your new future. You had no idea how the boys would react.

“Do you know who the father is?” Jared questioned, breaking through the nervous silence.

“Jare.” Jensen chastised, reaching over and smacking Jared upside the head.

“It’s okay.” You flashed them both a soft smile, trying to ease some of the tension. You knew Jared didn’t mean any harm; it was a legitimate question that came from a place of sincere curiosity and not of judgment or ridicule. You hadn’t mentioned to them that you’d been seeing someone for a few months prior to getting pregnant. Your male cast mates tended to be a little too overprotective in the boyfriend department, so you didn’t usually go out of your way to share stories about your dating life.

“I do.” you confirmed. 

“Does he know?” Jared followed up.

“Now that deserves a hit.” you joked, raising your eyebrows and nodding your head toward Jared. As if rehearsed, Jensen brought his hand down across the back of Jared’s head, ruffling his hair in the process.

Everyone snickered, but their laughter quickly faded when they noticed your somber expression.

“He said he isn’t ready to be a father,” your hands instinctively moved to your stomach, “and he doesn’t want any part of this.”

“Y/N, I didn’t…”

“It’s okay, Jare.” you assured, cutting his apology short. Your heart fell at the sight of his sheepish face. The looks of pity you received when telling your story never got easier.

Jensen walked over and placed a hand on the small of your back. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Are you okay?” he asked, unsure of what else to say.  

“I am.” Jensen looked at you suspiciously. “Really, I am.”

Your response was truthful. Life circumstances had taught to be strong and capable, and while you knew it would be the greatest challenge you ever faced, you felt prepared to handle life as a single mother. You were built for it.

After a moment of contemplation, you let out a deep sigh. “I just feel bad this little one won’t have a father.”

Your voice was almost a whisper, but everyone in the room heard your concern. A shadow of sadness cast over their faces, each of their hearts quietly breaking at the thought of you and your baby on your own.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this alone.” Misha reached across the table and took your hand in his. “I will always be here for you.” His blue eyes were full of kindness. 

“We will always be here for you.” Jared emphasized, standing to pull you into a hug.

Their sentiments were beyond touching, but you knew the inordinate amount of work that went into raising a baby, and it was a responsibility you had come to accept alone. You were never one to burden others with your needs, and all of these men had their own families. The last thing you wanted was to interject into their already busy lives.

Not wanting to fight their well intentions, you simply said “Thank you,” and leaned further into Jared’s comforting embrace.

The second you closed the trailer door behind you, everyone let out an audible sigh.

“That explains a lot.” Alex said.

“I’m really worried about her.” Rob confessed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Me too,” Jensen agreed, “She has such a hard time asking for help, and she’s definitely going to need it.”  

“We have to show her we’re serious about being there for her and being a part of this baby’s life.” Misha asserted.

A broad smile spread across Rich’s face, and he stood up from the sofa.

“I think I have an idea.”

Part II

Masterlist

[multi-fandoms-posts]

Jack Kline x reader

Y/F/I= Your Favorite Ice cream

Your point:

I stole Dean's baby to have ice cream with Jack, he has never had ice cream.

"What if Dean realizes his car is gone?" Jack asks worried, I look at him for a moment "Then that's the way it is, come on Jack, this is going to be funny" I say "Ok" is his only answer. I'm playing around with the radio, I know Dean won't like that, but I don't care right now.

After a 15 minute drive we are finally there. Jack looks enthusiastic "Hello, what would you like it to be?" asks the woman "I would like Y/F/I and Jack ..." "All of them" he says enthusiastically, I have to laugh at the childishness. "How about you take shock and vanilla ice cream first" I suggest to the young Nephilim before, Jack nods in response. After we have our ice cream we sit down and say "That's so good" Jack smiles happily, I smile too and eat my ice cream.

"Oh" I suddenly hear Jack say, "What's going on?" I ask him "The ice cream, it hurts me" he says I start to laugh "Jack, sweetie that's called brain freeze, you ate your ice cream too quickly then something like that happens" I explain to him "Oh" says Jack, slightly embarrassed "Eat just not that fast then it doesn't happen again "I smile at him "It's good" smiles Jack.

The door to the ice cream parlor opens "You stole my baby" calls out angry Dean and comes up to us "That was Y/N's idde" says Jack "Thanks Jack" I say sarcastically "You're welcome" smiles Jack, I twist them Eyes, if he wasn't so cute I would kill him.

Dean looks at me angrily "So what do you say in defense?" says Dean "Uh ... ice cream?" I ask, Dean stares at me shortly before he takes the ice cream out of my hand. "We're not done yet" says Dean and sits down, I shake my head with a smile. "I wanted to have ice cream with Jack because he has never eaten one has "I finally explain" We understand that .. "

"We?" says Dean with raised eyebrows, Sam sighs "Good, I understand but tell me next time", Sam smiles "It's good. I'm sorry" I say "Well it's okay, there's ice cream" says Dean happily. Sam and I went to get ice cream. Jack and Dean wanted another one. "Thanks Y/N" says Jack happily "No problem, next time we'll go to the bakery" I say with a smile "What is a bakery?" the Nephilim asks confused "Will you see honey" I smile "And how do you want to get there?" grins Dean "I'll bring you cake" I grin at Dean, he looks at me for a few seconds "Deal" says Dean. I know Dean well enough and know exactly how to get him around.

We are sitting in the Impala Dean and Sam in front Jack and I in the back, Dean starts the Impala "Who was playing with my radio" says Dean, I stare out the window Jack slips nervously on his seat and Sam tries not to laugh . Dean shakes his head. "Children" he says and drives off.

[angelstrenchcoat-67]

First fight and first time - A Matchmackers Story

Pairing: Alex x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff and smut? Omg.

Summary: After a very eventful day, a lot might change between Alex and Y/N

Beta’d by @winchestersandco

“And cut” Jensen, the director of this episode, yells, making Stella, the new guest star take a couple of steps back away from Alex. “Everyone take 15, some of us need a break” He mutters the last part as he gives me side eye.

I roll my eyes, walking back to the lunch table. I can feel Jensen following me, his eyes burning in the back of my neck. “Y/N”

“What?” I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to calm myself down.

“You know she's just acting, right?” He raises his eyebrow as I lean in for a mini sandwich.

“I don’t mind the scenes, Jay” I huff, remembering the incident from last night. “I get that they're gonna have to kiss several times”

“Then why do you look like you're about to murder her?”

“Because last night, around 11 pm, I went over Alex’s trailer and she was in his bed. Alex was a couple of feet away so I know nothing was happening. He said they were running lines but still” I swallow down, turning around to face him. “I'm not exactly comfortable with the whole situation”

“Have you talked to Alex about it?” He asks me, already knowing the answer.

“I wasn’t exactly in a mood to talk after that little scene I saw so I walked out and I’ve been avoiding him” I confess. I know I’m not being exactly mature about it, but I feel like throwing up when I remember her on the side of the bed I usually sleep in.

“I get that you feel bad but take it from someone who’s been in the show business for so long, misunderstandings like this are gonna happen often and if you really want this to work, you have to talk it through” He wraps his arms around my shoulders, planting a kiss on my hair. “I’m sure Alex will explain himself and it’s gonna be fine”

“I-“

I’m interrupted by a loud laugh erupting through the set as Alex tilts his head back. It seems Stella must have said something funny because she has her hand over his arm, a big smile on her face. My insides tighten as I watch them, a sudden urge to cry taking over me.

“Why don’t you go and rest?” Jensen looks down at me, a sympathetic look in his eyes. “We can shoot your scenes tomorrow, you don’t have to do this right now”

“Thanks” It’s all I manage to speak as I tear my eyes away from Alex, a stinging pain in my heart.

“Go, sweetheart” Jensen gives me a last wink before I walk out of the set, ready to start crying any minute now.

*Jensen’s POV*

When Y/N is no longer near, I close my fists, anger taking over me as I walk towards Alex. “Calvert”

He immediately snaps his eyes to me as Stella’s hand falls from his arm. “Yes?”

“Come here” I motion to him as I walk towards an empty room of the set. He follows behind, looking around the room before setting his eyes on me. Before I can stop myself, my arm swings hard against his face. “And don’t you dare return it because you deserved it”

“Dude, what the hell?” Alex whines as he brings his hand up to his lip.

“No, what the hell to you?” I shake my head. “Y/N is crying her eyes out right now over you in her trailer while you laugh with Stella”

“What?” He frowns, looking back at the other room to look for Y/N. “Why?”

“Why? Are you seriously asking that?” I huff, trying not to punch him again. “Yesterday she finds Stella all over your bed and now you two look like lovers, laughing over God knows what”

“It’s not what it looks like, Jensen” Alex breaths hard. “Stella is just a friend, that's it”

“I don’t think Stella nor Y/N seem to think that” I look back at the fake door as Jared and Misha walk in, a concerned look on their eyes.

“What’s going on?” Jared asks, looking at Alex’s bleeding lip.

“Nothing” Alex shakes his head, looking back at me. “I had it coming”

“You need to fix this, right now” I look at him harshly. “You might be our friend but Y/N is like a daughter to me and I will not hesitate to defend her”

“I know” Alex nods. “Can we finish my lines later? I need to go to her”

“Yes,” I feel more at ease now, knowing Alex at least cares. “Don’t screw this up”

——

“It killed me to see him like that” I bring my hands up to dry the tears that are forming in my eyes. “Giving her the smile that he usually saves for me”

“Oh, baby” Gen gives me sad smile through my phone. “I wish I was there with you to help you out”

“Don’t worry, I’m taking care of her for the three of us” Dee wraps her arms around me as I lean into her, my tears wetting her hoodie. “And I will punch Alex for the three of us”

“Please do” Vicky speaks from Dee’s phone. Yeah, we are that extra. “God, why are men so fucking blind sometimes?”

“She's just so fucking pretty” I groan, hiding my face in my hands.

“No, don’t do that, Y/N” Gen scolds me, her mom face appearing suddenly. “Don’t start comparing, don’t let Alex’s stupidity make you question yourself”

“You-“

Dee gets interrupted by the soft knock on my door and we all know who it is. I look back at the girls and the just nod, giving some reassurance. “Come in”

It only takes a couple of seconds before Alex appears a the door. I notice his bleeding lip but I stop myself from getting up to check on him. When he notices my red eyes and the killer look Danneel is sending him, his face falls, a sudden pain taking over his face. “Can we talk?”

Dee looks back at me, raising an eyebrow to ask me if I’m okay with that. I nod so I turn to the phones to say goodbye to the girls. They give me a couple of ‘i love you’ before hanging up. Dee stands up to leave my trailer, not before giving Alex one last angry glance.

Alex closes the door behind him, leaving only the two of us and silence in my trailer. I look up at his face and I see the tears forming in his eyes and that’s when I feel my insides snapping. I start sobbing into my hands, every cry harder than the last one. I can hear him moving around until he is kneeling in front of me, wrapping his arms around my legs to place his head over my lap.

“Please, don’t cry” His words are muffled against my sweatpants, his warm tears falling over my clothed thighs.

“Don’t tell me what to do when you had your chance to explain yourself today and you decided to give her your attention instead” I feel the anger boiling inside me, the words harder now. “Who in their right mind does that, Alex?”

“I’m sorry” He brings his head up to look for my eyes. “But she's just a coworker, a friend”

“I was just that to you too before” I try to push him away from me but he doesn’t let me, holding my legs tighter. “And of course, she's gorgeous and funny and you're playing lovers, what I’m a supposed to think when I show up to your trailer and she is in my spot, looking like a fucking angel over your bed?”

“No no no” Alex sits up, bringing his hands to grab my face. “Don’t you dare say that. I love you, Y/N. More than you can even possibly imagine and that’s never gonna change. Every time I picture my future, you’re the one I always imagine next to me. You are the first thing that shows up in my head when I wake up and you are the last thing on my mind when I go to bed. Hell, you even take over my dreams. You are my undoing, baby girl, and I would rather die a thousand times than dare to live a life without you. I need you to understand that, I need you to remember that always”

He stops me as I’m about to speak, giving me a hard kiss before reaching for my hand to place it over his heart. “Feel that? How my heart is beating like crazy? That’s me being afraid of losing you, of losing the most important person in my life. I love you so much and I cannot imagine my life without you, I wouldn’t be able to handle it”

“Alex” I sob, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Please don’t ever leave me. I don’t think I would be able to handle it. The thought of you loving someone else, of looking at someone else the way you look at me, it’s haunting. Please just love me”

“I don’t think I can ever stop, my Y/N” Alex grabs my face again to connect our lips one more time. His lips search for mine in desperation, his hand moving to my hair as mine pull him closer to me. My kisses become desperate until they trail down his neck as my hands ventures down to his shirt, undoing the first few buttons over his chest. “Babe?”

“Shh,” I stop him as my fingers undo the buttons until I have his shirt completely opened for me. “Love me”

“Ar-Are you sure about this?” He stops my hands, looking for my eyes. “You don’t have to prove anything to me, Y/N”

“I know” I push the shirt off his shoulder, making it fall to the floor of my trailer. I place my hand over his abs, feeling every line under my fingertips. “I’m ready”

“I love you” He connects our lips once again before picking me up from my couch. “I love you so much it hurts me”

He walks into my room with me in his arms, his hands under my bottom. Placing me carefully over the bed, he leans back to undo his pants. He watches me with fire in his eyes as the black jeans fall to the floor, leaving him only in his dark underwear.

“I think I’m a little bit in disadvantage here” He leans back in just as my eyes scan him completely. “Here, I’ll make things even”

I sit up so that he can remove my hoodie over my head, revealing my plain beige bra. “Sorry, I wasn’t really thinking we are gonna end up like this” I turn a whole new shade of red as his eyes travel down to my chest.

“It’s more than perfect” He murmurs before leaning down to place a kiss over both of my breasts. He trails his hands down to my sweatpants, removing them with a swift movement. “That’s better”

He kisses the side of my hip before moving up to meet my face again. “You can tell me if you don’t feel comfortable or if you want me to stop” He reassures me so I kiss him once again to give him the motivation to keep going.

He brings one hand up to my back to unhook my bra, making it loose around my chest. With a heavy breath, he pulls it away from me, showing myself in a way that Alex has never seen me before. He takes his warm tongue over the newly revealed skin. His lips are soft but hungry against my skin, sending my mind into a spiral.

He keeps his mouth over me as his hands take the sides of my panties, pushing them down my legs but I’m too caught up in the emotions he is making me feel to realize it until his hand touches me in the part that has been craving him for so long. A soft moan escapes my lips, almost like a purr as Alex adventures in me.

“Is this okay?” He asks me, moving his lips up my neck, his hot breath only making it harder for me to focus.

“Mhm” It’s all that I manage to say as he keeps me under his spell, my eyes closing with the overwhelming emotions. “I love you”

“I love you, too” He kisses me behind my ear before pulling his hands away from me. Before I can protest, his hands find mine at my sides and that’s when I notice he is now completely naked.

“Oh wow” I look down, swallowing hard before moving my eyes back to his face.

“Oh fuck” He groans, placing his head over my chest. “We don’t have protection”

“I-I, mmm” I blush hard as Alex looks back at me. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while so I started the pill and... there are some condoms on the nightstand”

“Oh my god” Alex muffles a moan before reaching for the bedside table. His hand roams around for a couple of seconds before appearing with a silver packet in between his fingers. “Tell me if you need me to slow down or even if you no longer want to”

“Okay” I smile at him, my heart fluttering at how careful he is being. “I trust you”

He places a quick kiss on my lips as he uses his free hand that is not supporting his weight to place the rubber over himself. He takes a deep breath, looking into me before sinking in.

I feel a sudden pain take over me as Alex kisses the tears away from my eyes, whispering soft words to me. I take a couple of breaths, steadying myself under Alex. “Are you okay?” He asks me, not liking the painful look on my face.

“Just give me a couple of seconds” I try to speak, my legs shaking under me. He keeps kissing my face, trying to make it easier for me. “It’s getting better, you can move now”

“Are you sure?” He asks me, kissing my collarbone so I just nod, placing my hand over his hips to encourage him. “Okay”

He starts moving, swaying us into a rhythm that makes my head fall back. I move my hands to his back, tracing every line his muscles mark as he moves over me. Our lips meet once again, falling into a rhythm that matches the ones of our hips as we move as one.

“God” Alex moans against my lips, one of his hand bringing my leg around his hips. “I love you so much”

“I love you” My voice comes out hoarse like I’ve never heard it before. “Oh Alex”

We keep going, each touch, each kiss heavier than before, sending my mind into agony, a good agony, the one that has my eyes turning and my breath caught in my throat. “Alex” I whine, feeling something reaching me, not sure of how to get it.

“Y/N” Alex moans hard against me which sends me off the edge, sudden electricity running through my body as his name falls of my mouth. “Oh God”

Alex’s moves become more sloppy as he groans against me before falling softly over me. “I- wow”

“Was that good?” I blush as he rolls us over so I rest over his chest. “I felt like I didn’t do anything”

“I’ve been dreaming about this moment for so long” He pushes a hair strand behind my ear. “And I can promise you that my dreams don’t give justice to how amazing this was”

“I’m sorry” I hide my face in his neck, kissing the skin under my lips. “I shouldn’t have doubted you”

“No, this is my fault. You had every right to get angry, I wasn’t fair to you” He shakes his head, grabbing my hand to bring it up to his lips. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. I love you so much and I should have explained everything to you at the moment. Stella showed up to run lines and I should have noticed she was being more than friendly and I should have stopped her. And today I should have looked for you to fix things”

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to do things because of fear of my reaction” I trace the side of his face with my finger. “I love you too”

“You are the most beautiful, smartest, funniest person I’ve ever met and I’m so lucky to get to hold you like this every day, to kiss you the way I get to” He places me on my back, kissing me before pulling away. “I know we’ve only been together for a while but... I love you more than I ever thought I would ever love someone”

“I feel the exact same way about you, Alex” I smile to him, earning one just as big from him. “You are it for me”

“Oh, fuck it, I’m doing it” He speaks more to himself so I frown as he stands up and walks over to the side of the closet that I have for him. He looks for something while I stare openly at his butt, not caring if I get caught.

He reaches for a pair of new underwear so I can no longer admire his derrière, before turning around. He walks back to the bed, sitting next to me. I feel a little self-conscious so I reach for one of Alex’s hoodies that is thrown over the bedside table.

“Babe” He calls my attention at that’s when I notice what he is holding between his hands. “I know we haven’t been together even for a year and some people might think I’m crazy but if there’s something I’m sure is that I want to spend every second of my life with you, loving you, making you feel like the most loved and most beautiful woman in the world”

“Alex” I feel like the earth is shaking under me, my hands shaking as I try to wipe the tears from my eyes.

“I completely understand if you feel like this is too sudden if you feel like you need some time to think about it” He opens the tiny box between his hand. “I bought this after the Whitecaps game, I’ve been holding myself back because I know it’s too soon but I don’t think I can wait anymore”

He takes the diamond ring out of the box before reaching for my left hand. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

By now the tears are running down my face like crazy, to the point where I can't see Alex clearly. “Yes, yes, yes”

I know people are gonna judge us, I know I said at the beginning I wanted to wait, that we were too young. But now, with Alex right here, I realize that there isn’t something I want more than this. Alex slides the ring onto my finger before pulling me hard against his chest, his tears mixing with mine as we kiss to seal this promise.

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“I wish Gen and Vick were here” I mumble into Alex’s shoulder as we walk hand in hand into the set the next morning, a big smile visible on our faces.

“We can call them after to let them know” Alex kisses the side of my head as we step into the main room where everyone is fixing things for the new scene we have to film.

Jensen immediately sees us, straightening up from his chair that is next to Dee’s. I make sure to keep my hand hidden to not spoil anything. “Guys, can I get your attention please?”

Everyone immediately stops what they are doing, some moving closer to us, even Stella who is staring at Alex’s arm around me. “We have a bit of an announcement to make”

Everyone stares at us expectantly until I pull my hand from the back pocket of my jeans, bringing it up for everyone to see the flashing diamond. “We're having another supernatural wedding”

The sudden wave of claps and gasps erupt around the room as Alex kisses me to hide the grin from his face. The crew congratulates us before walking away to leave room for the closest friends.

“Dude, when I told you to fix things I never thought you were gonna fucking propose” Jensen grins as he hugs Alex. “You really set the bar high there for the next fights”

“Thanks, Jay” Alex pats his back. “I needed that wake-up call”

“I’m gonna cry” Danneel fans her face as she walks to me. “Alex, I’m not gonna lie, I was ready to murder you and Gen and Vick were thinking of the way to cover it up”

“You would have had the right to” He laughs before looking at me. “I was stupid there for a second”

“No, but for real, I’m happy for you” Dee hugs both of us before giving space for Jay to hug me too.

“Calvert, you threw it out of the park” Jared grins as he hugs Alex now. “Congrats” He smiles at me before placing a kiss over my head. “You deserve it”

“Thanks” I giggle before turning to Misha. “Do we get your blessing?”

“You should have asked for it before you got engaged but yes, I’m so happy for you” He kisses my head to before patting Alex’s shoulder. “Alex, you might be my son but you are definitely marrying up, she is way out of your league”

“Trust me, I know” Alex wraps his arms around my waist, kissing my temple.

“I’m gonna call Gen, Jay give me your phone to call Vick” She takes Jensen’s phone before he can even answer and walks away.

“Hey” A quiet voice calls our attention so we turn our head to find Stella a couple of feet away from us. “Congrats”

“Thank you” We both nod, Alex’s grip tightening around me.

“Y/N, can we talk?” She asks me so I nod, following her so that we are away from the boys. “I wanted to apologize, my actions were completely out of line and I should’ve been more respectful. I completely understand if you hate me”

“I don’t hate you” I shake my head. “It was Alex’s job to be respectful to me because he's the one who is in a relationship. Even though I wasn’t the biggest fan of your actions, I don’t hate you”

“Thank you” I see her shoulders fall like they were holding something heavy. “And I meant it, congratulations”

“Thanks” I give her a soft smile as Dee calls me to go over. “I gotta go, but just to be clear, we are okay”

She nods, smiling before walking over to her chair. I join the group, Alex raising an eyebrow to make sure everything is fine and smiles when I nod at him.

“Y/N” Dee calls me. “Come and talk to the girls” She holds the phones in front of me when Vick and Gen look at me, I bring my hand up. The loud screams make me giggle as the boys all share a look.

“I’m gonna cry” Gen sobs. “I’m so happy for you”

“Me too” Vicky sniffs. “And here I was ready to buy a remote territory so that we could bury Alex there”

I laugh hard at her words as Alex blinks, not entirely surprised by V.

“Do you know what that means?” I beam at them. “You are now wedding planners”

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IT’S BACK! I know you might be thinking hey why are they getting married so soon. I wamted to write the first time but I also wanted to take this as an oportunity to introduce *drum rolls* MATCHMAKERS PART 2! It’s gonna have a new name and if you read the last line... yes! It’s “Wedding Planners” I’m so excited! However, I will not be starting it until I’m done with You and I which has about 2-3 more chapters. Hope you are as excited as I am❤️

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[writingtoforgetreality]

“Who is she?” (Alexander Calvert x Reader)

Request: I would like to ask for something where Alex and the reader are dating and the two are part of the Supernatural cast, and they fake a fight in front of Jensen, Jared and Misha, but it ends in a cute moment. That's it lol. (by anonymous), [Actors-Masterlist]

Summary: You could not find the script you needed for an important upcoming audition. Still, you had to start practicing or you would not perform well. Luckily, Alex was always there to help you with your lines. But what would happen if things got out of hand?

Words: 1,937

Warnings: language, mentions of cheating, argument, protective!Jensen, fluff, (Y/E/C) = your eye color

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

“Alex?” you were currently in your shared apartment in Vancouver. Searching for a very important script, you slowly started to go insane. You could have sworn you put it right on top of the coffee table. Why was it not there anymore? Maybe Alex had seen it.

“Yeah?” his scruffy voice made you look up. He came straight out of the shower, only a towel hanging low on his waist. On every other day, this sight would have been an invitation for you but you had to find this damn script.

“Have you seen my script? I put it right there.” you pointed to the place where you last saw it.

“Um, I don´t know...Are you sure you left it there?” Alex got closer to you and started helping you. First the living room, then the kitchen. Soon after, it felt like you searched through your entire apartment, without luck.

“(Y/N), it´s time to head out. We´ll be late.” he disappeared in the bedroom and came out seconds later in a black hoodie and gray sweatpants. Why bother wearing anything else when you had to change as soon as you were on set?

“Ugh, okay. I´m coming.” it did not make sense to you. You needed that script. There was a very important audition coming up. A big movie with TOM CRUISE. Yes, you heard that right. An action film where you would portray his love interest. This would be your chance to really start at Hollywood. Your role in Supernatural was the first start and the fans loved you a lot. Just like Alex, you came around for the 13th season. At first, you were only meant to stick around for a few episodes. Just some girl who was saved by Jack and brought back to the bunker. The fans seemed to like you and they almost immediately caught up on the chemistry Alex and you shared. When you started dating, the writers decided to make your character Jack´s love interest. Now, the last few episodes were about to air and you still had not found your next job.

Of course you worked on it to change that. Supernatural was your first acting job, you were not the most famous in this industry. Jared had already found his next role: Texas Ranger. Jensen will be a part of the third season of The Boys. You were incredibly happy for them but it also scared the shit out of you. If it took them this long to be cast in another project, how long would it take you? That was something you should not be thinking about during your ride to the set of Supernatural. You should start preparing for the upcoming scenes.

The first half of the day was very productive. Ever since the thought of shooting the LAST episodes has sunken in, the crew really wanted to bring the best out of every scene. Still, Jensen, Jared and Misha loved to mess with Alex and you. There had to be enough scenes for the gag reel, right?

As the director called for lunch break, all of you made your way over to the catering area. You were not hungry, thoughts still with your lost script. Maybe you should just give them a call to let them know that you needed another script. No, that would not leave a good impression.

“When do we continue filming today?” Jensen asked.

“Uhhh, around 3 pm, I think?” Jared´s answer was not really helpful. Most days he had no idea about your schedule. One of the reasons that made you love him even more.

“For once you´re right.” Misha threw in.

Everyone headed back to their trailers, wanting to prepare for the next few scenes and relax a bit.

“Can you practice with me?” you asked Alex as you were walking towards your trailers. You did not share those because they were very small to begin with.

“Practice what? We rehearsed our shared scenes, like, a hundred times last night.” he chuckled, amused by your uncertainty. He knew how you barely ever forgot your lines or broke character yet you still wanted to keep on running through your lines.

“Nooo, I mean for the audition. It´s next week and if I don´t start going through it now I´ll be even more nervous.” you came to a halt, waiting for his reaction.

“I thought you lost the script?” Alex turned around to look at you.

“Misplaced. Anyway, I know the story more or less. We could just improvise. Please?” your big (Y/E/C) looked at him in a way you knew he could never resist.

“In my trailer or-”

“Actually, I think right here, outside, would be perfectly fine.” your smile grew. You loved acting alongside Alex. This role was not meant to be his but he was always happy to help you with auditions. You did the same for him. Recalling what was written on the script, you tried your best to explain the story to him. It was easy, really, your character found emails from another woman, arranging meetings that go way back, like seven months. The scene you had to prepare for the audition was you confronting “Tom Cruise” which ended in a big fight.

“Got it?” you watched Alex´ face closely, looking for any misunderstandings. A nod from his head made you get into character.

“Hey, honey, I´m home.” your back faced Alex, your body language seemingly tense. He moved closer to you as you did not answer him. A hand was held out to touch your shoulder but as soon as it came in contact with you, you brushed it off angrily. Turning around with tears in your eyes, Alex was impressed by how fast you could make this role alive, without even saying a word. You truly were magnificent.

“DO NOT call me honey!” you managed to keep the tears at bay, thinking it would be better to let them spill a bit later.

“What´s wrong?” Alex gave you space, getting the sign of you not wanting to be touched by him.

“Oh, so you don´t have anything to tell me?” your arms crossed in front of your chest, your eyebrows raising, waiting for him to answer you.

“Um, I´m not su-”

“BULLSHIT! Bullshit.” the second part was barely above a whisper, showing that, despite everything you saw, you still cared for him. Loved him, even. Alex just stood there, knowing what your next words would be like.

“How long has this been going on?” your gaze was focused on the floor, not wanting him to see your tears that now started spilling.

“She doesn´t mean anything to me. You are the on-” but once again, Alex was cut off by your screaming.

“Did you fuck her?” your voice was small, not wanting to ask this question but desperate for the answer.

“Sweetheart, I-”

“DID YOU FUCK HER?” this time you screamed at his face. Your emotions were all over the place.

What neither Alex nor you noticed was Jensen, Jared and Misha storming out of their trailers due to hearing screams. When they saw the scene in front of them, they came to a fast stop. Did they just hear that Alex had cheated on their (Y/N)? Someone who was like a little sister to them? Jensen made himself ready to storm to you, wanting nothing more than to punch Alex. Jared and Misha, though, held him back.

“Yes.” Alex sighed. “But it´s not like she means anything to me.” he once again came closer to you. This time you did not protest. You were too exhausted to react to it.

“Who is she?” scared of what the answer would be, you took a step back but looked straight into his eyes.

“Cassie.” you read Alex´ face as regret but as soon as you heard him say the name you could have thrown up.

“CASSIE?! MY BEST FRIEND CASSIE?!” you lunged towards him and started punching his chest, too weak to do any damage, but you were angry and did not know what else to do.

That was too much for Jensen. He ripped himself free and ran towards you, Jared and Misha following close behind. A shove from the side made Alex and you separate. Suddenly you were pulled back by two strong arms. As you looked behind, you saw Jared holding you close to him. As you focused your gaze back to Alex, you were shocked to see him in Jensen´s grasp. You did not quite understand what Jensen was saying but it did not sound good at all.

“Jensen, stop!” you wiggled yourself out of Jared´s arms and ran to save Alex. You tried pulling Jensen away but he was too strong. Even Alex could not free himself.

“IT WAS JUST ACTING!” your scream erupted which made Jensen stop in his tracks. Slowly, he let go of Alex who coughed a few times.

“What?!” the confusion was written all over Jensen´s face.

“Alex and I were just practicing for my audition next week. You know, the one with Tom Cruise? I told you about that.” your heart was racing, your breathing too fast. Jared and Misha were already at Alex´ side, making sure he was not hurt.

“Shit, I´m sorry. Alex, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, all good.” he waved it off as if it was nothing. Typical Alex, you thought.

Suddenly you started laughing, replaying the scene in your head. Everyone looked at you weirdly but copied your actions soon after.

“Alex, he almost killed you.” by now tears were streaming down your face because you were laughing so hard.

“Hey, I didn´t even touch him.” Jensen complained.

“Oh yeah? Tell that my throat.” Alex stated sarcastically.

“That was acting?” Jared asked to which Alex and you only nodded.

“If you don´t get the job I´ll make sure to sue them, just so you know.” this time it was Misha who spoke up. This only made all of you laugh even more.

“Everyone back on set, please!” you could hear the director yell. Jared, Misha and you walked over, chatting and laughing about everything that just happened. Alex and Jensen, though, were a bit behind.

“Sorry again, kid. I really thought y´all were fighting. It sounded so real. You sure you´re okay?” he finished his sentence with a light chuckle, still somewhat ashamed of throwing himself at Alex like that.

“I´m fine, Jensen, really.” Alex laughed lightly. “Besides, now I know what happens if I ever hurt (Y/N) in any way.”

“You better take care of her and treat her like a princess. I´m serious.” Jensen had a stern look on his face but smiled anyway. You meant a lot to him and he could not bare the thought of anyone hurting you.

“I will. I promise.”

“Y´all coming or what?” you screamed at them from the other end of the set, waiting for the two of them so you could finally continue filming.

“On our way.” Alex said back, beginning to walk towards where you were standing. As he kept walking he thought about you again. How it was so easy for you to act out such a hard scene. Your talent amazed him. He really hoped you would land that role. From what he had seen so far, you were perfect for it. God, he loved you. It still had not sunken in that you were his. What did he ever do to deserve you? He knew he could not live without you and he would keep on reminding you of his love for you every single day.

Published (09/10/2020) by Cathy

Tags: @kalasyrtiaan, @blairrrose (thanks for your support <3)

[imaginestuffs]

I'M OK NOW - Jack Kline x Reader +Sibling Dean x sister Reader

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Word count:1242

Summary: reader gets her heart broken and Jack is angry so she calms him and down and Dean is a jealous brother because of the lack of attention from his little sister for protecting her.

Warnings: cursing, being cheated on if that's one. Threats. I think that's it.

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You walked into the bunker, tears streaming down your face, as you slammed the door shut. You heard frantic knocking at the door 

"(Y/n), c'mon open up. That girl she meant nothing! I swear!" Your now ex-boyfriend Andrew begged you to open the door. 

"That "girl" was your ex, Andrew! You're saying she meant nothing? That's such bullshit we both know that!" You cried back. 

The boys heard the commotion and you yelling. They ran for the door, seeing you on the floor with mascara on your cheeks. 

They also heard pounding on the door and yelling. 

"You know what, it did mean something. I've been cheating on you with her for months now. She's more than you could ever be. You know what. You're bullshit." He growled at you through the door. Hearing this you covered your mouth keeping a sob from falling from your lips. 

Dean's jaw clenched, and Jack's eyes flash yellow. They both ran up the stairs. Sam followed suit and pulled you up into his arms. 

"The only reason I didn't break up with you is because of your crazy brothers and weird kid." He gave one last pound on the door. 

Dean threw the door open almost hitting the kid in the face. 

His eyes immediately widened and fear flashed across his face. 

He saw Jack's eyes and tried to run away. 

"Do you wanna repeat yourself you little shit?" Dean barked, grabbing his collar. Andrew shook his head rapidly and kept glancing between Dean and Jack. 

"What the fuck are you?!" He cried in fear. 

"Im that "weird kid." You talked about. "I'm half archangel and I won't hesitate to throw you against a wall." Jack threatened. 

Jack walked up to him and got in his face "you come near her again and I'll do much worse than that. I can promise you that." He said before throwing him to the ground and out of Dean's grasp. 

"Get out of here." Dean demanded in the most eerily calm voice. 

The teen scrambled to his feet and ran away. They stormed back inside and before Dean could do anything Jack pulled you into his arms. "He won't ever touch you again. If he even gets near you I'll kill him." You pulled away and looked up at him in shock seeing his eyes still burning yellow. 

He then let go and walked away quickly. Dean looked at you and pulled you into a hug kissing your head. "You ok sweetheart?" He asked. You look up at him and then to the side at where Jack went. "I'll be ok D. I'm gonna go see if Jack is alright." You said before giving him another squeeze and skipping down the stairs eager to make sure the nephilim was alright. 

Dean looked after you and Sam gave out a laugh. "You jealous Dean?" He chuckled. Dean glared over at him. "Of course I'm not jealous Sam. I'm just pissed at the little asshole who hurt our baby sister" he gruffly replies before storming down the stairs. 

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You walked down the hall and towards Jack's room. "Jack?!" You called before knocking to let him know you were there. His head shot up, his eyes weren't yellow anymore but you could still feel the anger coming off of him. 

"Jack, everything is ok now. Really I'll be ok." You said walking closer to him. He looked at you with a clenched jaw. "No, (y/n) it's not ok. He hurt you." He angrily said. 

You again take a step closer, close enough to grab his hands in yours. Pulling him closer to you. "Hey, he won't hurt me again. Jack, I need you to calm down a bit ok. I'm here, I'm right next to you." You said letting go of his hand so you could place yours on his cheek. 

He looked down at you, his eyes upset. "I hate him (y/n), I hate him." He said squeezing the hand he was holding. "Jack, I know. But you have to know you don't need to threaten to kill him like that. It's not good for you or for us. I'm not upset at you, I just want you to know that ok." You said rubbing your thumb along his cheek bone. He cast his gaze downward. "I'm sorry.. I just get so angry sometimes." "Jack, look at me." You gave a small plea. He hesitantly looked at you again, seeing your soft eyes. 

"I know, and that's ok but I'm going to be ok. No need to be angry anymore. It's over." You assured him. He gave a soft nod. 

"Ok..." he responded. You smiled at him and he gave a shy one back. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him to you. He wrapped his arms securely around you. You had always felt something for Jack. You tried to push it away though scared of ruining everything. Right now you felt something from him as well. You pulled back and looked at him. Hesitantly you pushed up on your toes and pulled his face down to yours. Giving him time to pull away, but he closed the gap. Your lips moved together sweetly. You could practically feel his energy all around you and it was the most amazing feeling in the world. 

You heard footsteps coming down the hall and pulled away quickly just as Dean knocked on the open door. He saw a newly calmed down Jack and smile settled on both of your faces. 

""What just happened?" Dean asked you , you could practically see his words in a bold font in your mind. You looked at Jack, "nothing I just helped him calm down and he hugged me to make sure I was ok." You covered it up.

Your brother seemed to dismiss it as he was too focused on his mission to talk to you. 

"(Y/n), can we talk?" Dean asked before motioning to come out into the hall with him. You nodded with a face of slight concern. 

You gave Jack a wave and exited the room. 

Dean then took your hand and led you to your room. He closed the door and sat you on the bed, as he paced. 

"Dean? Are you ok?" You asked your face was scrunched in confusion. 

"Why did you go after him? I was there too you know. Your big brother defended you too." He stated, you could hear the jealousy in his voice. 

You tried not to let out a laugh. 

"Dean, I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you feel that way. You know I'm thankful for you. I just didn't want Jack to stay angry like that." You said before standing up and walking over to your big brother. 

"Yeah but a little love woulda' been nice." He said while shaking his head. You stepped closer and wrapped your arms around him. Tears welled up again. "I love you so much Dean. You've always protected me. You're my big brother and if you're thinking I'd replace you. I would never, you're always gonna be my hero." You said and the mascara on your cheeks became wet again and smudged on his shirt. 

"I love you too little sis, I'll always protect you. Whether it's against the devil or some scumbag little boy who hurts you." He said kissing your hair, not even caring about mascara on his shirt. 

[spn-season-16-chronicles]

Grand Finale Rewrite Contest

Guys, gals, peeps, fellow human beings

Hey y'all

Let's talk finale. Yes, season 15 of supernatural has ended. We knew that this day would come. And it did come. Leaving many people angry and sad and hopeless.

To people who think that finale was good (though I don't suppose there'll be manny of you here) I'm glad that it does it for you. But it's criticism is not undeserved. Dean was not able to overcome his predestined future, and died during low stake battle. Fifteen years of character growth were thrown out the window, and even the argument that "it was always about two brothers" it's not without fault - Sam spent half his life without his bro, and many imply that it was just mare existence for him. Non of the heroes got the ending they deserved.

But even worse than that was message sent by corporate overlords that did not see or did not care about what they were spouting. You'll find peace only in death, Dean. SPN had a chance to explore that aspect of not-seeking-help toxic masculinity. But nope. That'd be too boring or something. Fans didn't got any message along the line of "if you'll feel unworthy living now, it'll change eventually cause you matter, YOU ARE WORTHY". Nope. You could say here that people were projecting themselves too much on Dean (implying that you are blaming sometimes most vulnerable, but also most caring people for that interpretation). But IT IS WELL KNOWN fact - 5 minutes of googling would tell the writers that much.

Ok. So now we established that ending was bad. Or even that it did not happen at all.

So why exactly this post? Ending bad so why not make your own? Better one? One that would make better sense then actual ending.

In other words I wanted to ask you good people if you would be interested in grand finale rewrite. With small participation fee that would go to charity for suicide prevention (and maybe even some kind of prize if the contest gets a lot of traction). If you are in any way interested in participating or just want to see that happen repost that (or comment). And if you would be interested in helping in organising this (or have some kind of info that you'd like to share) don't be shy to DM me.

Similar messeges will be posted on AO3 tomorrow

Happy Holiday everyone

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