#alex calvert fic

[princessmisery666]

Best Con Ever

Summary: It’s all fun and games until the truth is revealed.

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: fluff, drinking, silly stuff, Jared being an annoyingly good friend (seriously, he wouldn't shut up!). 

W/C: 2,381.

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Alexander Calvert, Richard Richard Speight Jr.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x fem!Reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Challenge/Bingo: @jacklesversebingo Prompt/Square Filled: Making fun of one another 

Notes: Jensen is a single pringle for this one! 

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // all mistakes are mine.

Graphics: dividers - @talesmaniac89 / picture in title card - @lemondropsonice - they were kind enough to grant permission to use when I asked.

Master Lists: Dean Winchester / Main

The special fan event is going so well. The intro includes party games, such as Pin the Wings on the Angel and Bowling with the Devil. The pins have pictures of demons from each season taped to them. There’s also a drinking game with “apple juice” because Jensen and Jared keep insisting “Jack” - Alex - isn’t old enough to drink yet. You’re a little buzzed, but it helps ease your nerves. 

“Ah, you said Supernatural!” Alex exclaims, pointing at Jared, and the audience collectively yells, “DRINK!”

Shots of apple juice that smell suspiciously like whiskey this time get passed around until the four of you have one, and then, as one, you shoot them back.

“Woo,” Jensen yells, sucking his teeth as he turns his back to the audience and looks at you. “Don’t let me fall over.”

“Only if you do the same for me,” you laugh. 

“I got you.” He turns to the audience again but puts his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side. 

Of course, the audience immediately awws and gasps. “Oh shhh, you lot,” Jensen playfully scolds, “I’m just holding her up.”

“Wouldn’t want her falling now, would we?” Jared says. “Unless it's for you. Ba-dum-tss.”

He gets nothing from the band. The drummer shakes his head.

“Oh, come on!” He complains. “That was good!”

This is your first event since joining the show at the end of season eleven, but it is not the first time a potential off-screen romance has been mentioned. You have seen videos of panels where fans have asked the question, and you and Jensen have each been approached by fans on the street. With Jensen’s arm wrapped firmly around you, you are sure you can get through it without making a fool of yourself.

Jensen has been a wonderful source of support from the beginning. You had been nervous about how the fans would react because you replaced the wonderful Megalyn Echikunwoke as Cassie Robinson, Dean’s love interest from way back in season one. The inconsistencies in appearance had been loosely explained, and it was somewhat plausible in the world of Supernatural, but that didn’t bother you so much. Being Dean’s love interest was what worried you the most. The fans are so protective, and rightfully so.

“They’re going to love you,” Jensen had said when you aired your concerns. “Just like I…we do.”

He was right. The reception to the reintroduction of Cassie couldn’t have gone better. The fans loved it and accepted you and Cassie Robinson with open arms. You’d read some comments, heard second-hand from producers, and when the fans started an online petition - for fun - to get you and Jensen to date in real life after seeing behind-the-scenes footage, Jared dubbed himself the President of the “Jensen and Y/N should be a couple IRL” club.

You and Jensen played along with it. It helped ratings, and it wasn’t a chore to have Mr Ackles’ undivided attention at parties and dinners to play up to the rumors. But that's all it is: rumors. The two of you are close, on and off set, but whereas Cassie and Dean are super hot, you and Jensen are lukewarm. Hugging Jensen - though it happens often - unfortunately doesn’t lead to sex like it would with Cassie and Dean.

Richard announces it's time for the fan questions and asks those selected to form an orderly queue behind the microphone. Though the questions have been pre-approved, you get a wave of anxiety as you don’t know what they will be, and you hope this portion of the event goes as well as the rest of the day. A fan asks how your first meeting with the cast went, and you look sheepishly at Jensen. 

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes but sighs in defeat. “Fine, you can tell it.”

“Better yet, reenact it!” Jared suggests. 

Your eyes light up with something akin to glee, and Jensen raises his brow and doesn’t need to ask the question in his eyes, ‘Really?’. You pout, bottom lip sticking out as far as it will go. “Please,” you draw out.

Reluctantly, making a show of it, and very slowly, Jensen gets to his feet, leaning closer to pretend to nip at your protruding lip. 

Jared shakes his arms out as he stands up, “I’ll play Y/N.” 

“The hell you will,” Jensen says, playfully pushing him out of the way. “Y/N will play herself.”

Jared comically falls over his chair to the ground as if Jensen’s push was twice the pressure it had actually been. 

You stand up in front of Jensen and wait for the laughing audience to quiet down. Jared stands straight and holds his microphone close to his mouth. “It was a bright winter morning, not a cloud in the sky,” he narrates in a poor impression of David Attenborough’s voice. “The beautiful and elusive beast, Jensen Ackles, notices a radiant creature across the lot. Slowly, he approaches…”

Jensen shakes his head at the crowd and rolls his whole head along with his eyes but obliges the narrator. He walks the few steps and shakes your hand with way too much enthusiasm. “Hi, I’m Batman. Dean. Ackles. I mean …” he groans, trying to dismiss his embarrassment, then blushes and says, “Hi.”

You laugh again, as does everyone else. Jensen grimaces just as he did on the day. “I’m going to walk into the sun now, sorry.” he strides around you to the end of the stage, and Jared steps up to take his place. 

Jared shakes your hand like a normal person. “Translation, that’s Jensen, for I think I just fell in love with you.” 

Jensen, with his back to the two of you, throws a thumbs-up over his head. “It went exactly like that!” Jensen confirms, nodding and shrugging as he makes his way back to his seat. “And now that we’ve all relived my embarrassment, let's move on.”

The microphone gets passed to the next person, and they ask, “Jared and Jensen are known for their pranks. Have they played any on you, Y/N?” 

“Oh yes!” you answer as Jensen takes his seat beside you and squeezes your knee. “I’m hanging like twenty feet in the air,” you begin.

“That’s like three Jared’s,” Richard adds, pointing to Jared on his left.

“Exactly,” you laugh, spreading your arms and legs out in a star to show the position you were in. “I’m full on Mission Impossible Tom Cruise-ing it, three Jared’s high off the ground, and the camera breaks.” 

The audience reacts with grimaces and chuckles. 

“They tell us it will be like ten minutes, and being the awesome trooper she is,” Jensen continues, flashing you a sweet smile. “She agrees to stay up there while they fix it.”

“Of course, it takes longer than ten minutes, so Jensen and I get bored!” Jared laughs, evilly rubbing his hands together.

“First of all, they decide to rub salt in the wound,” you shake your head, laughing at the memory. “They start doing lunges and star jumps, bragging about how comfortable and free they are.”

Jared and Jensen reenact their exercises, doing over-exaggerated lunges and squats, to laughter and catcalls.

“Stop it,” you say, around almost uncontrollable laughter. “You’ll split your pants.”

“Hey, watch it,” Jensen warns, pointing a finger, “my ass is not that big!” 

“Your ass is just fine,” you smirk, the audience agreeing with whoops and hollers.

“You're not so bad yourself,” Jensen counters, winking.

“Hey, hey,” Richard chides, shouting over the raucous audience. “This is a family show.”

“ANYWAY,” Jared says loudly. “Then we used her as target practice, trying to throw Skittles in her mouth.” 

“Let me tell you, at speed, those things are like bullets.” You explain, “I swear they chipped a tooth!”

“I’ll pay for any dental work,” Jensen confirms with a slight nod. “And to answer the question, Jared and I messed with the camera. We knew she’d get stuck up there.”

You shove his shoulder, and he teeters to one side before purposely overcorrecting himself so he’s lying across your lap. 

“We still need to get him back for that one,” Alex reminds you.

Jensen scoffs, rising to sit up again. “You tried and failed. Give it up.”

You and Alex simultaneously declare, “Never!” 

“Alex and I decided to team up and get them back,” you explain to the audience.

“They tried to get me,” Jensen says, “but Jared caught them, and he told me so it didn’t work. But they managed to get Jared,” Jensen begins laughing, unable to continue the story.

“All Y/N’s idea,” Alex insists, pretending to edge away from Jared.

Jared shakes his head, tongue sitting in the pocket of his cheek while he tries to look disgruntled but can’t hide the smile he tries to contain.

“It was genius,” Jensen manages around huffs of laughter. 

“We got the wardrobe department to take in his shirts and shorten his pants a little each day for a month,” Alex says. “But it only took two weeks before he started complaining about gaining weight and growing taller.”

Jensen’s laughter stops, his demeanor turning completely serious. “I cannot tell you how annoying he was about it!”

“I wasn’t that bad,” Jared protests. 

“Dude, you were bad!” Jensen counters, “You were googling if you could have a growth spurt after thirty. It’s all you talked about for two weeks. It was so annoying!” 

“That’s me, Jared Annoying Padalecki,” he says. Then has a lightbulb moment, or perhaps a whiskey-inspired one, and jumps off the stage. Everyone laughs as they watch him cheekily shove to the front of the question queue, dropping to his knees. 

“Hi, I’m Gen from Texas, and this is for Jensen,” he says in a higher pitched voice than anyone would expect could come out of the giant of a man. “I would like to know what your favorite scene to film was from the last season. And why is it the sex scene with Y/N from episode three?”

Jensen closes his eyes, face scrunched and lips pursed in mock annoyance as he flips Jared off.

“What a great question, Gen,” you chuckle, turning to stare at Jensen. “It was definitely one of my favorite scenes to film.”

“It was a fun day,” Jensen agrees. “Usually, sex scenes are super awkward and embarrassing, but it wasn’t. I mean, who wouldn’t want to spend a day in the back of Baby with all this,” he gestures toward Y/N, “on top of you.”

Jared gets to his feet, using a fan's shoulder to hoist himself up, and then bends to reach the microphone. “Follow-up question,” Jared begins, “this time for Y/N. Are you free for dinner tonight? Asking for a friend.” 

“Oh, for a friend,” you say, leaning to look around Jensen and at Alex. “Well, in that case, I’m free anytime, Mr Calvert.” you wink. 

Jensen leans forward, pointing a warning finger at him, “No!” 

“Urgh, Alex,” Jared groans, using a long leg to step back onto the stage, “you’re such a troublemaker!”

The next fan is given the microphone. “So it’s been twelve seasons; what mementos have you taken from the set?”

“Funny you should mention that,” Jared answers immediately, then sings, “Jensen’s in trouble. He stole the infamous demon Dean's red shirt.” 

Jensen throws his hands up, shaking his head. “I did not! I don't know who did, but it wasn't me.” 

Jared rolls his eyes. “So some ghost took it out of your trailer?” 

“Maybe,” Jensen shrugs. “This is Supernatural.” 

The drummer immediately punctuates his response, the hiss of the snare still echoing as Jared stands up in protest. But the audience is too quick, and they yell, “DRINK!” 

“You lot are a bad influence,” Jensen tells them as you all make your way to the drinks table at the back of the stage.

You hold your microphone down while Richard pours the shots. Leaning closer to Jensen, you ask, “Are you really in trouble because of it?”

Jensen scoffs, “No, of course not. But they need it for a photo shoot, and they want to auction it off for charity. They’ve been on my ass for weeks.”

“Oh.” 

“Oh?” Jensen asks, very much channeling Dean in his expression. “Do you know something about it?” 

You wince, trying to feign innocence, but it's no good. You know you’ve been caught out, and you’ll have to give it back. “I took it,” you confess.

“What? Why?” 

You can’t think of a lie quick enough. So with a nonchalant shrug, that's all for show because you don’t feel it at all, you admit, “I like it. It's a nice shirt to sleep in, and it smells like you.”

“If you want something that smells like me, you can have me!” Jensen blurts out loud enough that the mics lowered at your sides pick it up.

The fans erupt, screaming and shouting. They get to their feet and clap. Alex and Jared talk over each other, but it all becomes white noise as you stare at Jensen, who stares back. 

“Screw it,” he says, and you're the only one who hears it. But everyone sees him take a small step into your space and place a gentle kiss on your lips. He pulls back enough to look at you for any reaction, and when you lightly smile, he slips a hand down your cheek and draws you in closer for a deeper kiss this time. 

The crowd goes wild. Your ears will be ringing for days.

Jensen keeps the kiss PG13, but you go as far as wrapping a hand around the back of his neck. It ends too soon, but you remind yourself that you are being watched. He leans back, smiling happily. “Sorry if that was out of line.”

“The only thing that was out of line was how long it took you to do that.” 

He shrugs one shoulder, tongue sitting behind his teeth. “Sorry.”

Jared tries to get control of the audience, but it doesn’t work. Jensen walks to the edge of the stage and holds up a hand, silencing them with the simple gesture. 

Once it's quiet enough, he smiles, boyish and wide. “Best. Con. Ever.”

Master Lists: Dean Winchester / Main

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[spnfanficpond]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles/Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jared Padalecki, Alexander Calvert/Misha Collins Characters: Alexander Calvert, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Norman Reedus, Alaina Huffman, Colin Ford Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Cupid, Temporary Character Death, Rape/Non-con Elements, Torture, Psychological Torture, Bottom Alexander Calvert, Top Misha Collins, Bottom Jensen Ackles, Top Jared Padalecki, Bottom Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Revenge, Or Justice, Evil Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Complete And Total Bastard JDM, Clairvoyance, Love, Eventual Happy Ending, it's a rollercoaster Series: Part 2 of The Cupid Verse Summary:

Alexander, our clairvoyant former Cupid, always knew this day was coming. But when it finally arrived, he was unprepared for how totally and unrepentantly evil Jeffrey turned out to be. Now with nothing to lose, he begins to teach the monster a lesson. But the further down the path he travels, he finds himself shocked to find out there may be a solution. As he tortures and torments Jeffrey and his enablers, he finally knows how he can carry out the ultimate revenge against a man who has harmed so many, not only in this realm, but in all of the other realms as well.

Summary's are hard. This is a story of tragic loss, that goes the torture route, only to get back to the one thing Cupid's do best. Love.

[catnipster69]

fic: Do You Kiss Your Momma With That Mouth? Chapter 6

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Do You Kiss Your Momma With That Mouth? Chapter 6 Published: 2024-02-07 Words: 2414 Chapters: 6/11 by catnipster

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Stephen Amell/Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles/Alexander Calvert, Misha Collins/Original Character(s) Characters: Jim Beaver, DJ Qualls, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Hilarie Burton, Danneel Harris, Emily Perkins, Steven Williams (Supernatural RPF), Sterling K. Brown, Ty Olsson, Samantha Ferris, Chad Lindberg, Dee Wallace, Katie Cassidy, Genevieve Cortese, Lisa Berry, Alona Tal, Jon Gries Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Jensen is a Chef, Jared is a Property Developer, Class Differences, Trailer Trash Jensen, Bottom Jensen Ackles/Top Jared Padalecki, Lovers to enemies to lovers, Food, Drinking, Recreational Drug Use, Porn Video, jensen has a mustache, long-haired jensen ackles, Lies, Secrets, Happy Ending Language: English

Summary:

Jensen, 39, is a down-on-his-luck weed dealer in Garden, Texas. Garden is a former ranching town gentrified by an influx of Silicon Valley exiles that work in the shiny, new office buildings built by JPX, Inc.

Jensen unexpectedly inherits a trailer park from his uncle. But what Jensen really wants to do is open a food truck selling refined comfort food. The decommissioned ice cream van sitting on blocks in front of his trailer is a daily reminder of his unfulfilled dreams.

Jared, 35, is the rich owner of JPX, Inc. who wants to tear down the trailer park to put up a ritzy mall. Jared’s ex-boyfriend, Stephen Amell, is in town from New York City: to force Jensen and the lovable residents of Garden Gardens to sell by using his usual arsenal of dirty tricks.

But when Jared meets Jensen at the Farmer’s Market where Jensen is trading weed for pickles with his best friend Danneel, it’s love at first sight. At least, until Jensen finds out who Jared is.

Chapter 6 Summary:

Jared confronts Stephen but doesn't get anywhere. Jensen meets DJ to discuss next steps. Jensen hires Alex to look into the thief. Words of a certain nature are said between Jensen and Jared.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Finally Found You

Characters: Musician!Alex Calvert x Tattoo Artist!Reader

Word Count: 1,436

Warnings: none

Summary: you must leave one hell of an impression to have a famous celebrity follow you cross country.

Squared Filled: Tattoo Artist AU // Musician!Alex

Author’s Note: I know some of you have requested fics, and I promise I will get to them. I just need to finish these bingos before the deadline in June/July of this year. I am also trying to post daily again so bear with me. This is for @spnfluffbingo2019 and @spnaubingo  and this is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

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“Okay, come back tomorrow and I’ll remove the second skin and replace it with a new one. Then, a week later, I’ll take it off and your tattoo will be good to go,” you grinned as you took off your black gloves.

“Thank you so much! It’s so beautiful!” the eighteen-year-old woman said with a squeal.

“You mind if I take a picture of it? It’s for my portfolio.”

“Yeah, go right ahead,” she nodded. Taking out your phone, you snapped a few pictures of the big dream catcher going down he thigh. It was a long process, almost 9 hours, but you were glad when it was done. This was one of your best works, and you couldn’t wait to show it off.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow,” you finished up, walking her to the door.

“Seriously, you did such an amazing job!”

“Thank you,” you blushed, closing the door after she left. Being a tattoo artist meant everything to you. Growing up, you would draw on any surface available whether that was paper or the walls. If you had a crayon, marker, pencil, or sharpie, you would be drawing. Your parents thought you just loved to scribble, but as you got older, those scribbles turned into pictures that had depth and meaning. Before they knew it, you were drawing their portraits.

Your artistic skill wouldn’t go unnoticed, so they had you go for college on an art scholarship. All throughout college, you would be drawing in any form that was presentable to you. The school offered you money to paint the mural that currently resides on one of the buildings, you would offer to draw for pep rallies, home and away games, always ask for extra credit projects in your arts classes, anything that would get you to draw.

People started recognizing your art, and more than most asked if they could use these designs to have on their bodies. At first, you were bashful in letting people use your designs on their body. Tattoos were permanent, and if they hated it down the line then you would be responsible for coming up with the idea in the first place.

However, when more and more people started asking, it put the thought into your mind about becoming a tattoo artist. Soon after, people weren't asking you about your designs more so if you could draw what they wanted. With their vision and your artistic skills, they were able to get the tattoo of their dreams. Each person who asked loved theirs, and that is when you officially decided you wanted to be a tattoo artist.

To get in some practice, you started tattooing yourself, mostly on your legs. They were small ones that held a lot of meaning because if they were bad, at least they would mean a lot to you. One of the first ones you did was the symbol for Alex Calvert’s band. While he is the lead singer, he is also the lead guitarist. The songs he and his band wrote spoke to you on such a deeper level than most things. The lyrics spoke to you, the music pumped through your veins. Tattooing his symbol meant the world to you.

Like every other fan, you only admired him from afar, watched every interview with him in it, and learned as much as you could without being considered a stalker. It is your dream to one day meet him, and maybe that might happen. Stranger things have happened for less.

You were lucky enough to go to one of his concerts with pit seats. Seeing him so up close was like a dream come true. The cameras did no justice in capturing the true blueness of his eyes. Maybe it was just you, but while you were at his concert, you two seemed to have made eye contact. It was only for the briefest of seconds, but it was there.

Now, every time you tattoo someone, you would be playing his music. Usually, you let the customer pick the music since you want whatever is playing to calm them so they don’t freak out or tense while you’re tattooing, but everyone who comes to see you seems to like his music.

While cleaning up, you like to blast his music. Since no one was left in the shop, you turned up the music as you started cleaning. Cleaning the equipment, the chairs and counters, and even mopping the floor. Everything had to be done before you went home for the night.

“Nice to see a fan,” you heard a voice say from behind you. Jumping ten feet out of your skin, you quickly turned it down before turning around.

“Alex,” you blurted out before blushing. Alex Calvert was standing in your shop, not even ten feet away from you.

“Sorry, I came in and heard the music. I knew you wouldn’t be able to hear the bell,” he chuckled.

“Um,” your mouth opened and closed like a fish, not knowing what to say.

“I know you’re closed. I saw the hours on the door. I’ll pay extra for you to stay late. I really want to have something done, and you’re the only tattoo shop in town. I would wait until tomorrow, but I got back to back shows.”

“Of course,” you nodded, sliding the bucket of water out of your little work area. Placing the mop inside the bucket, you rested the handle against the door before clearing your space. “What did you want done?”

“This,” he handed you a piece of paper. A litter of music notes went up the page ranging from all different sizes and shapes.

“Where did you want it?”

“Left arm. I got a spot for it,” he said as he took his long sleeve shirt off. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat to see his muscles, but you tried to keep it professional. There were many tattoos already on his body, but like he said, he had a specific spot for the music notes.

“Okay, just sit tight while I make the stencil,” you said before quickly leaving the room. He chuckled and sat on the chair as he waited. While printing off the picture, you tried not to freak out. The man you have a major crush on is sitting in your work area with his shirt off. This kind of thing just doesn’t happen.

“Get it together, Y/N,” you muttered as you grabbed the stencil from the printer. Walking back over to Alex, you showed him the final product. “Is this okay?”

“Perfect,” he smiled.

“Any particular color?”

“Just black would be fine. Actually, maybe do an Ombre´ color. From black to red, like it’s bleeding. Can you do that?”

“Is my name on that door outside?” you grinned.

“Yeah.”

“There’s your answer,” you chuckled as your playlist started playing over the loudspeakers.

“You know, I recognize you. You have good taste in music,” he laughed as you applied the stencil.

“It’s what I always put on. I can change it if you want.”

“No, I like it.”

“What do you mean you recognize me?”

“You were at one of my concerts. Los Angeles, I believe. How could anyone forget those eyes?” he asked as he stared into your eyes.

“Likewise,” you blushed as you prepared your station and yourself.

“Sorry, I’m a natural flirt. I flirt a lot, especially with beautiful women like yourself. I didn’t catch your name.”

“Because I didn’t give it out. It’s Y/N. I really am a big fan of yours,” you spoke as you started your machine. Dipping the needle into the black color, you began tattooing his skin.

“Yeah? You got a tattoo of me on your body?”

“Kind of,” you laughed.

“Wait, seriously? Can I see?”

Looking up, you took a deep breath before putting the needle down. Putting your leg on the chair he was sitting on, you rolled up your pant leg to show the symbol you did.

“Bad ass!”

“I did it myself. Before I ever became an artist. I had to practice on someone, right? May as well be me,” you chuckled before going back to work.

“You know, for a fan you’re really chill. I like you.”

“One of my best friends, Molly, she’s an artist like me and her shop is right across the street. I’m not the only tattoo shop in town.”

“Okay, so I lied. I was actually looking for you. All the way from Los Angeles. I finally found you,” he breathed.

“You found me,” you smiled, looking into his eyes.

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[pearlycastiel]

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐬.

description || you and jack dress up for halloween and eat candy together after watching your favorite movie, titanic.

pairing || jack kline x reader

warnings || non just fluff.

an || NOT MY GIF! credits to the original owner!! I'm sadly not doing anything for Halloween, but for the people that are going out, stay safe and have fun!!

HALLOWEEN WAS A holiday you never grew fond of due to the many supernatural encounters you've had in your life. Growing up with the Winchester's, made every monster fairytale feel like a hoax to you.

But that was until you met a certain Nephilim. When Jack was born, you were very conflicted with him, considering that he is Lucifer's child. Above all of that, Jack seemed like a threat to you.

But those thoughts were diminished when you actually got to know him. For the time Sam and Dean would go out on hunts, you and Jack would be alone in the bunker, not really having anything else to do.

One day, you decided to binge-watch all of your favorite movies, causing the two of you to grow closer by the second. From that day one, you and Jack were utterly inseparable.

His sweet gestures and the little things Jack would do to you, made your heart melt into a million pieces. He was certainly nothing like his father and it hurt you for assuming so much about him in such little time.

Currently, you and Jack were in his room, cuddling against each other tightly, the warmth of both of your bodies, radiating off of each other. His arms were wrapped around your body as your hands wee in his hair.

The two of you were watching your favorite movie again, Titanic, and your eyes were filled with sadness and joy at the ending scene of when Jack and Rose reunited. You could see the small tear stains on Jack's cheeks and you couldn't help but wipe them away as you laughed lightly, seeing him cry every time at this scene.

"I'm glad they're happy now and together again. Is this what love feels like, Y/n?" Jack held your hands and put them to his chest, making you feel a crimson blush slowly making its way to your face.

"Well, that depends who you feel it for."

"Oh, well I feel this way towards you, Y/n," Jack said confidently, a smile appearing on his face.

You couldn't hide your smile as you gave a small kiss on Jack's cheeks, his hold on you growing tighter. The two of you sat in comfortable silence, until you sprung up so suddenly with an idea, scaring Jack slightly in the process.

His eyes grew wide and scanned your face for any possible injuries, not sure if you were hurt or not.

"Y/n, are you okay!?" Jack had panic laced in his voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that I had the best idea."

"What is it?"

ஓ๑♥๑ஓ

You and Jack were staring at each other, the costumes tightly fitting your body. The corset around your waist was literally breathtaking as it was very secured around your body tightly.

Jack was wearing suspenders and a brown top, just like Jack did in Titanic. Dean, Castiel, and Sam were utterly in awe at the sight of you and Jack—but Dean was mostly laughing at the two of you, making you glare at him.

Sam was taking pictures of you and Jack, definitely hanging them up later on your walls. Jack modestly put his arm around your waist as you turned your head and kissed him on the cheek.

"You look beautiful, Y/n," Jack murmured, not taking his eyes off of you.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Jack." He smiled at you and pressed a gentle, yet firm kiss to your lips. You melted into his lips and the kiss became more heated until you heard a voice calling your name.

"Out of all of the scary things in hallowed, seeing you two kiss is the scariest," Dean said jokingly, making you give him the middle finger.

Everyone in the room was laughing, the aura finally feeling better for the first time in a long time on Halloween.

And now, Halloween started to become your favorite holiday again as you had your family with you, and that's all that mattered.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Kiss it Better | Jack Kline

Summary; jack gets a headache and he has no idea to rid himself of it, usually he heals. So he goes to the one person who he thinks can help him.

Warnings; nothing just fluff

There was a feeling in his head, and it would not subside. It wasn’t quite pain, however it wasn’t a comfortable sensation either.

A frown laid its format upon his face, as he tried to comprehend the reasoning behind the apparent existence of an ache in his head.

Humans called it a head ache, he had heard Dean mention that he had one after being thrown by a monster or Sam had asked his brother to turn the music in the car down for the same reason.

And so walking in a shuffling trudge into the war room, he was met with Dean, whom was focused on his laptop, presumably doing research for a case close by.

“Dean..?” He warily asked, hearing a grunt of reply from the focused hunter. Jack knew that out of the brothers, Sam strongly preferred him over his sibling, but he however looked up to Dean.

He was a role model to the young nephilim, and so he walked closer, wishing to learn from the hunter’s experience with such a heavy head.

“I have a headache.” Jack began, noticing how Dean’s eyes drifted over to him. “How do I get rid of it?”

“Ask y/n to kiss it better.” It was a joke on Dean’s part, for he knew of the crush that Lucifer’s son harboured you. But he watched as Jack sent him a thankyou and an honest smile, walking to the hallway of the bunker.

🏹

A knock resonated on the hard wood of your bedroom door, encouraging you to pause your tv. A part of you prayed that it was not Sam again, asking you to turn the volume down.

But even if it were him, you were still inclined to answer the door, and so you shuffled over to the closed barrier in your fluffy socks, pulling it open to be met with a tired eye Jack.

“Everything alright?” You were sceptical, it would be just your luck if a situation was proceeding in your home, it would not be the first time that you had been in the middle of a marathon when an incident occurred.

The young being noticed the worried, concerned tone that lifted your words, and he nervously gulped. He took one step forward, a little one so that he wasn’t stood in the middle of the hall, and finally spoke.

“I have a headache.” He mumbled groggily, his hands fidgeting as he spoke, as though to distract himself from the gallon that felt like was atop of his shoulders. “Dean said that you could kiss it better.”

The hopelessness in your eyes made you rethink giving him an ultimatum, and instead you pulled him closer gently by the back of his neck, craning his head to meet your lips.

You placed a featherlight kiss upon his forehead, his eyelashes fluttering at the notion. He lightly smiled, content with the contact.

But realistically you knew that would not diffused the tension within his skull, so you brought him into your room. You laid down, turning off the light of the television, and allowed him to rest his docile head upon your collarbone.

All night, you gave him forehead kisses, and were pleasantly surprised when he awoke in the morning, claiming that Dean’s prescription worked.

[casmick-consequences]

anyways i just imagined the moment where jack went to heaven and went to reason with the empty to get castiel out with the promise of an eternal slumber (as it always should have been) and the empty agreed, because it’s all they ever wanted.

and then the moment where castiel looks at jack after seeing the amazing things jack has done so far as the new god and being so overwhelmed with emotions and pride that he just holds his kid’s face in his hands and he tells them “i am so proud of you, my child” and jack is also smiling and crying and they say “thank you. for everything, i love you dad” and cas gives them a kiss on their forehead and they give each other the biggest, most loving hug in all of existence before they go and remake heaven, the universe and beyond together as the best father/child duo ever. 

so uhhh now i’m crying :’) how is your day going so far?

[alittle-crazy]

Summary:

Sam turned and scanned the area, when something, someone, caught his eye near the staircase. Could it be…? “Hello Dean!” Dean felt his breath leave his body. He went still with shock, because no way is it- “Cas!” breathed Sam.

Okay so this is the first fic that I've ever written. I never thought that my first work would be for the supernatural fandom, but the finale forced my hand. And thus, the idea of this fix-it fic was born. i hope you all give it a read and enjoy it!

[writethelifeyouwant]

Femme Fatale - Masterlist

Pairing: Alex x Reader (background J2)

Rating: 18+

Tags: Dom/Sub relationships, Sub!Alex, Domme!Reader, Dom!Jensen, Sub!Jared, sex/bdsm club, voyeurism, exhibitionism, pegging

Commissioned by: @tintentrinkerin

Summary: A night out in L.A. with her boyfriend and his cast mates gives Y/N an idea.

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[specialhellbound]

About this blog and fic masterpost

About

This blog is primarily to post my own fics and to rec others I enjoy, but I may also post other things from time to time. This is a part time writing account, so I will get to any comments/asks when I get online. As per my bio, my fics will have dark themes, including - but not limited to - extreme underage, non-con, murder, torture and any other twisted deliciousness I so desire. Tags are there for a reason, so please take notice of them. This is a place where all the tomatoes are kinky and 'don't like, don't read' is very much a thing.

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Fic Masterpost

Theme: Extreme Underage.

Pairings:

J2 - Taking Care of Daddy (father/son incest), He Knows if You've Been Bad or Good (foster father/son), I'll Catch You When You Fall ('Uncle' Jensen/Jared)

Jensen Ackles/Colin Ford - Capitulation

Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jared Padalecki, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Colin Ford - my Creeper Jeff series has him paired with each of the boys. Stay tuned for bonus JDM/Alex Calvert in due course, too, because why the hell not?!

Enjoy! 😈

[blue-moon-island123]

Supernatural 15x20 (fix-it fic)

So after taking time to contemplate my feelings on the series finale episode of Supernatural, I’ve come to the conclusion that I love it for the Jensen and Jared’s amazing effort and acting (I was seriously tearing up non-stop) but I also feel like the writers didn’t bring together the theme of family love, found family, loyalty into the episode, it felt like Dean and Sam were too isolated. And I understand the script was rewritten/reworked because of COVID, but it just...it didn’t feel right. It didn’t live up to the potential it could have had and left much to be desired. 

There were some great moments that I absolutely loved, especially how Dean and Sam got a dog. But for the parts that I didn’t, instead of fixating on it, I did a thing and quickly wrote my thoughts on what I think the finale should have looked like.

Fix-it fic idea....

Sam and Dean walk out of the barn together, after killing all the vampires. Both of them sore and a little bruised and scratched up but overall they are doing okay. They go to the kids, brothers 12 and 8. They learn the kids have no one to turn to, both parents dead and no other relatives. As they are eating at a diner, Dean and Sam feel a pull to these two boys, brothers as the kids talk and ask questions about the things that kidnapped them, about them being vampires. The oldest asks if they are all dead, angry and wanting revenge. Out of earshot of the brothers, they have a heated conversation about what to do next. Dean goes on about doing the right thing and taking them to the police, but Sam argues that they have no one and will be put in the system alluding to taking them in. Dean states what Sam isn’t saying directly, about taking them in and says how this is no life for those kids. Sam points out that they know what’s out there now and from the sounds of it, they will probably make it their mission to get into the life. Sam then points out how Dean feels it too, how they see themselves in those two kids, maybe a more innocent version of themselves but still. Dean caves and they ask the kids what they want to do, give the choice of being taken to the police station or going home with them.

So the kids choose to stay with their saviors. The four go to the bunker.

There is a picture of Cas up on display in the library, which leads to the youngest asking who the man is and leads to Sam explaining who Cas is. Dean is there and adds in a few things, and as he speaks Sam can tell that Dean is trying to hold back some sort of emotion. This leads to Sam and Dean having a heart-to-heart conversation where we finally get Dean’s reaction as he heartbreakingly tells Sam what happened and what Cas confessed to him. Dean’s eyes are glassy and watery as he is says how he is confused about his own feelings towards Cas after the revelation but more importantly guilt for having said nothing. Sam doesn’t ask more of Dean as he comforts him as they both grieve for their lost friend.

There are montage scenes of Sam and Dean together and individually teaching the brothers about the hunting life, and also working on regular school work. These scenes go forward in time to show the years passing and just how much the four have formed a family. The brothers getting older, entering their teen years and young adulthood as Sam and Dean are getting older too.

Next we see Sam and Dean with the two young adults go out on a hunt. Whether it’s a ghost, werewolve, wendigo, or any other monster, doesn’t matter. But whatever it is, something with the case goes wrong and Dean dies, saving innocent victims and one of the brothers (or both). It’s hard on Sam, but he’s not alone, he has these two boys to look after.

Back at the bunker, while Sam is in Dean’s room and just reminiscing and grieving, he finds an envelope with his name on it. Curious, he opens it and finds a letter from Dean to him. The speech that Dean about going out guns blazing, how Sam is stronger than him, and how he spent hours in front of Sam’s place before going in because he was afraid of being turned away is all in that letter. And as Sam reads, the letter is read to the audience by a voiceover from Dean.

We then see Dean in Heaven drinking beer with Bobby at Harvelle’s Roadhouse with Baby parked right in front.

After the small glimpse into Heaven, we are back in the bunker, a picture of Dean is next to the picture of Cas in the library. Sam is back to hunting, we see a few montage scenes of Sam and the brothers hunting and living in the bunker but this time we see or it’s alluded to the influx of people in the bunker based on bags around the bunker, and just little things that make the place looked lived in. It is meant to also show the passage of time and that it’s been a few years since Dean’s death.

We then stop with the montage as Sam is speaking on the phone with a hunter as he tells them there is always room at the bunker for them. The oldest brother (now well into his 20’s) tells Sam that they need to go for a food run soon seeing as they have four (or any number of) other hunters staying there. The youngest then joins them as he tells them of something he and another hunter have found, a case.

Sam and the brothers go on the case. Sam doesn’t make it. He dies, sacrificing himself for his new family. It’s bittersweet. The brothers hold a hunters funeral and Sam’s picture is added with Dean’s and Cas’. We have a scene between the brothers, toasting to the Winchester’s (at the table with the carved initials and names) and about keeping their legacy alive by living the family motto of Saving People and Hunting things.

We then see Sam in Heaven. He is greeted by Dean with a “Hey Sammy” on the bridge. The two embrace. The two then get into Baby and go for a drive. Dean is the one to explain how Heaven works to Sam, telling Sam that Heaven is different thanks to Jack and…Cas. It leads to the revelation that Jack resurrected Cas from the Empty and that he had a hand in creating this new Heave, a better Heaven. Dean then says how he and Cas are good (left up for interpretation whether the good means just family or something more). There is a pause before Dean says “We did good Sammy” followed by “Carry on my wayward son” playing and Dean turning the volume up as he says “I love this song!” Sam has a big smile on his face as he laughs at his brother’s antics. The scene fades as we watch the brothers in the impala driving down the road in Heaven together.

The End

[spnfanficpond]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Alexander Calvert Characters: Alexander Calvert, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Megan Padalecki, Mark Pellegrino Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Hurt Alexander Calvert, Protective Jensen Ackles, Protective Jared Padalecki, Magical Creatures, Magical Realms, Kidnapping, Rescue, Revenge, Or Justice, Top Jensen Ackles, Bottom Alexander Calvert, Mpreg, Eventual Happy Ending, Best Birthday Gift Ever!, Love, True Mates, Mute Alexander Calvert Series: Part 4 of The 2023 Birthday Collection Summary:

Alexander knew he was different, but he never suspected how different. He had been alone, ever since the death of his mother, until one day a very tall stranger named Jared said that he was there to rescue him. To take him home, so that he might join with his true mate. Alexander can hardly believe what he is being told, but with no way to communicate, he decides to trust another for once in his life. Is this the beginning of his trek towards his happily ever after?

*****

Written for Alexander's 34th birthday. Just a bit of schmoopy goodness. This is part of the birthday series, but it is a stand-alone story.

[catnipster69]

fic: Do You Kiss Your Momma With That Mouth? Chapter 8

Picture credit: x

Do You Kiss Your Momma With That Mouth? Chapter 8 Published: 2024-02-21 Words: 4265 Chapters: 8/11 by catnipster

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Stephen Amell/Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles/Alexander Calvert, Misha Collins/Original Character(s) Characters: Jim Beaver, DJ Qualls, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Hilarie Burton, Danneel Harris, Emily Perkins, Steven Williams (Supernatural RPF), Sterling K. Brown, Ty Olsson, Samantha Ferris, Chad Lindberg, Dee Wallace, Katie Cassidy, Genevieve Cortese, Lisa Berry, Alona Tal, Jon Gries Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Jensen is a Chef, Jared is a Property Developer, Class Differences, Trailer Trash Jensen, Bottom Jensen Ackles/Top Jared Padalecki, Lovers to enemies to lovers, Food, Drinking, Recreational Drug Use, Porn Video, jensen has a mustache, long-haired jensen ackles, Lies, Secrets, Happy Ending Language: English

Summary:

Jensen, 39, is a down-on-his-luck weed dealer in Garden, Texas. Garden is a former ranching town gentrified by an influx of Silicon Valley exiles that work in the shiny, new office buildings built by JPX, Inc.

Jensen unexpectedly inherits a trailer park from his uncle. But what Jensen really wants to do is open a food truck selling refined comfort food. The decommissioned ice cream van sitting on blocks in front of his trailer is a daily reminder of his unfulfilled dreams.

Jared, 35, is the rich owner of JPX, Inc. who wants to tear down the trailer park to put up a ritzy mall. Jared’s ex-boyfriend, Stephen Amell, is in town from New York City: to force Jensen and the lovable residents of Garden Gardens to sell by using his usual arsenal of dirty tricks.

But when Jared meets Jensen at the Farmer’s Market where Jensen is trading weed for pickles with his best friend Danneel, it’s love at first sight. At least, until Jensen finds out who Jared is.

Chapter 8 Summary:

Misha may not be a stand-up guy. Jensen gets in trouble with the law. Alex comes through with the goods on the check fraud, but a meeting with the DA does not go as expected.

[musiclovinchic93]

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

A History Lesson

Characters: Tour Guide!Alex Calvert x Reader

Word Count: 889

Warnings: none

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

Squared Filled: Bookstore au // Tour Guide!Alex

Author’s Note: I know some of you have requested fics, and I promise I will get to them. I just need to finish these bingos before the deadline in June/July of this year. I am also trying to post daily again so bear with me. This is for @spnfluffbingo2019 and @spnaubingo and this is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

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Everyone that comes through your small bookstore has a purpose. A student with a paper due at midnight that they’re trying to cram for. A little girl who looks for a book her dad told her so much about before he died. Someone just trying to get away from their home life, to drown themselves in a book for hours on end. A sweet old lady who gathers children from the behavioral center just to read to them. Some listen, others don’t.

Everyone that comes through your small bookstore, you know personally, all except for him. Being a small store and everything gave you the opportunity to get to know your customers. What kind of books they like, ones they hated, and ones they look at every time they come in but never had the guts to pick it up and read it. He was different.

He never came in for one thing. A week ago, you never saw his face anywhere in your life. Twice a day this gorgeous man would come in, pick a book, sit in his little corner, and read it front to back. Always a book, never the same genre. He never talked to anyone, never seemed as if he had the time. It’s the only reason why you hadn’t gone over to him in the first place.

He seemed so lost in his tiny world, you were afraid of bursting it with your curiosity. He must be new to town since you’ve never seen him in your bookstore before. Someone who does that much reading, you would have at least noticed.

One of your dreams growing up was to own a bookstore. It didn’t matter how small or big it was. Actually, the smaller the better. It allowed for more interaction with your customers. Due to living in a small town, you had the advantage of already knowing your customers. This way, you were able to dig deeper.

Another reason for wanting a bookstore of your own was for the lives you’ve changed. That student with their paper, they are able to find books that big libraries wouldn’t have on call. That little girl whose book means everything to her, it’s only found here due to it being so old. That someone trying to get away from their home life can read in the cozy section you made up so that they could feel like this was their second home. That group of kids the old woman reads to, they are learning that reading isn’t all textbooks and homework; it can be fun too. They’re all connected in your mind.

All except for him.

“Do you know that gentleman?” you asked Shelly, the woman who came by every day to return her late books that you so graciously let her keep overdue. She’s having a hard time at home with her husband dying about a month ago, so you try to keep her life as stressless as possible.

“No, I’m afraid I’m not,” she said as she shakily handed over her books. There were more overdue, but you didn’t say anything about it.

“Have you seen him before?”

“I thought I saw him walking out of city hall the other day. But, I could be mistaken.”

“Thanks, Shelly. You doing okay?”

“As can be expected. You’re a good soul, Y/N. One of the good ones,” she smiled kindly as she left the store. Looking back at the man, you caught him looking back at you. Blushing, you looked away and busied yourself so that he wouldn’t feel inclined to come over to you. Handsome or not, he is still a stranger you didn't know. For all you knew, he had a gun on him and would shoot the place up for you looking at him wrong.

“Excuse me?” the man asked as he approached the counter. Looking up, you put on your best face possible.

“Yes, can I help you?”

“Hi,” he looked at your name tag with a smile before going back to your eyes, “Y/N. I’m looking for a book. It’s a book about World War 2, especially the history of it in this town.”

“You looking to brush up on some fun facts? You a history nerd?” you smiled once you felt the calming waves come from his body.

“I’m actually the new tour guide. I guess word travels fast in this small town. My job starts on Monday, and I really want to make sure I have everything memorized before I start,” he chuckled nervously.

“You know, it’s not fair you know my name and I don’t know yours,” you flirted.

“Alex. Alex Calvert,” he laughed. “You live here long?”

“My whole life. I know this town like the back of my hand,” you said, suddenly getting an idea.

“Lucky you.”

“You know, they say the best way to learn is by doing. You can read all you want about my town, but you’re not going to learn everything. Not everything is in those books. I could show you if you want. Give you a history lesson so to speak.”

“A tour guide being the tourist,” he laughed.

“So, is that a yes?”

“Yes, I’d really like that.”

“Great. My shift is over in 30 minutes if you want to wait.”

“My pleasure,” he grinned, shaking your hand.

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𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬.

description || you and jack are utterly in love with each other, but none of you would admit it. however, a walk during the sunset changes your life forever.

pairing || jack kline x winchester!reader, dean winchester x sister!reader, sam winchester x sister!reader

warnings || fluff fluff fluff!

word count || 1,134

a/n || this is my first time making aesthetic collages for my fics so let me know what you think of them!!

JACK WAS CUDDLING with you on your bed, his face burrowed in the crook of your neck. You were flicking channels on your TV, hoping to find something interesting for the two of you to watch.

"Ugh, there's nothing to watch, Jack." you frustratedly threw the remote on the other side of your bed, making Jack whip his head up slightly. He simply smiled at you, making you turn to him in confusion.

"What?" You said with a stifled laugh.

"Nothing, you're just really beautiful. I could stay here all day with you." Jack laid his head back down on your chest and you hugged him closer to you.

After several moments later, your mind wandered back to the times where Dean and Sam would take you on hunts and with the spare time they rarely had, they would take you on top of a grassy hill to watch the sunset.

It was one of the happier moments of your life. It got worse as you got older, the pain becoming more unbearable, but that changed the moment Jack walked into your life.

Reminiscing at the happy moments of your life, you sat up suddenly, making Jack almost fall over your bed. His first instinct was that you were in trouble so he stood up swiftly and his eyes were filled with worry.

Jack cupped your face, his eyes scanning your body for any injuries.

"Oh my gosh, Y/n, are you okay!?" You laughed at Jack and he looked at you with confusion laced in his eyes.

"Yes Jack, I'm fine. I just had a really good idea." Jack's worry was replaced with excitement, him clapping his hands quietly.

"Okay, so I was thinking that we could go watch the sunset together. Dean and Sam used to always take me and now I want to show you what true beauty looks like."

"But I see true beauty right in front of me," Jack said making you blush slightly.

"Thank you, Jack, but trust me, this is really a sight to see." Nodding at your excitement, you and Jack ran outside of your room, hand in hand as you ran walked your brothers who were researching monsters in the library.

"Woah, where are you two going in such a rush?" Your eldest brother stared at you and turned to Jack, a small glare glinting in his eyes.

"Remember the hill you always took me to if we had a free day to spare? We would always watch the sunset." Dean and Sam nodded their heads with a smirk, them reminiscing back at the pleasant memories.

"Yeah, well I'm going to take Jack there."

"Woah, alone? You guys can't go alone." Dean was the most protective of you. Everyone was really, but Dean would always go overboard for you.

"Yes, Dean, alone. I'm a big girl now, I can handle myself." Before any of your brothers could protest, you whispered to Jack to teleport out of the bunker and he did.

Luckily, when the Nephilim flew out of the bunker, he reached a location that wasn't too far from the hill. After around ten minutes, you finally reached the hill, orange light from the sun beaming in your face.

You basked in the sunlight, memories flooding back to you instantly. You felt eyes on you and you turned around to see Jack, with an idiotic smile on his face.

"What?"

Jack didn't say anything. All he did was walk up to you and embraced your body in a hug, him lifting you off of your feet. A squeal escaped your mouth as you hugged him back.

When he put you down, his arms were still wrapped around your waist and your arms were loosely around his shoulders. His blue eyes were piercing yours, definitely engaging you in a trance.

Your lips were inches apart from his, the back hairs on your neck were instantly standing up, but you pulled away eye contact from him.

"Race you to the bottom of the hill!" You yelled quickly. Even though you had a head start, Jack still dominated you as he ran past you drastically.

Jack smiled at you as he was already at the bottom of the hill and you were panting, out of breath.

"Wow, should have never attempted to race Nephilim," you said tiredly. Jack laughed then walked up to you, tackling you in a hug. This hug came out of nowhere so he caught you off balance, making you fall on the grass.

Jack was on top of you, his blonde hair flowing in the wind and you couldn't help but admire it. You ran a hand in his hair, combing his blonde locks and he smiled sheepishly at you.

" Y/n can I tell you something?" Your heart dropped, knowing how the end of this conversation typically goes with that question.

"Um, yeah, what is it, Jack?"

"I don't think we can be best friends anymore." When he said this, you felt like your soul was ripped out of your chest and was given to a hellhound for it to eat.

"W-What? Why not?"

"I just think being best friends is something we can't do anymore, especially since I have these feelings that are indescribable, but I know I only have it when I'm around you." Jack paused slightly.

"When we saw Titanic, you said Jack looked at Rose like that because he was in love with her and now, I have those feeling for you, Y/n. I love you, Y/n."

You were speechless. The words you have been longing for finally came out of Jack's mouth and your heart was ecstatic.

"Jack, you have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that." Jack smiled back at you, his eyes wandering back from your eyes to your lips.

"Is it okay if I can kiss you?" Without another word, you tilted your head up and kissed Jack instantly on his lips. The feeling was euphoric. His pink rosy lips were on yours and you had to admit, he was a pretty good kisser.

After several seconds, you pulled away reluctantly for air and you opened your eyes to see Jack smiling uncontrollably. Being so excited, Jack unexpectedly kissed you once more, you kissing him back.

"I love you, too, Jack."

Jack leaned down on your body and hugged you tightly, but that moment was interrupted when you heard your brothers in the distance on the top of the hill.

"Yes, finally!" Sam yelled at the top of his lungs. "You owe me $20, Dean."

Dean rolled his eyes and reluctantly gave Sam the money, but it was okay because he knew Jack was a good person.

And he couldn't be happier for the two of you, knowing that you were soulmates.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓