#alex calvert x reader fluff

[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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[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

[cuddly-dean-baby]

I don't know If you write to him but could you write one where jensen's son and Alexander are crushing each other and in some moment Alex asks jensen If he would could date his son and jensen get in overprotective dad mode but end up accepting ? Tnks and i love you ♥️♥️

Yes, I do write for him as I’d write for the cast, too :p. And thank you for the love ♥️♥️

Liking The Ackles’ Oldest

You and Alex have been dancing around each other for the past year or so because of your feelings for each other.

The whole cast and crew knows, except for you, Alex, and your father, Jensen Ackles.

Even your younger siblings and mother knows about it.

Lying on the couch and looking after JJ and the twins, you’re face-timing Alex. “How are the kids?” He asks.

You chuckle, flipping the camera and aiming your phone at the kids leaning against the stomach of your greyhound, watching a cartoon.

Alex chuckles at the sight.

You flip the camera back onto you. “There’s that pretty face!” A big smile is on his face.

The look and the comment makes you pull the collar of your hoodie to hide your smile and some of your blush.

“You still with Dad at the Con?” He nods.

The front door opens and closes, Danneel walking into the lounge to see the four of you.

She goes to the youngest rested on top of your dog, giving them a kiss on the head. “Who is he talking to?”

“Bubba is talking to his boyfriend.” JJ says loud enough for you to hear. “JJ!” She giggles at you.

“Did Danneel just get home?”

“Yeah, and you just heard JJ.”

“You’re not denying it.”

“Denying what?”

“Denying on what JJ said about Bubba talking to his boyfriend.”

“Shut up.”

Danneel kisses the top of your head and wraps her arms around your shoulders. “Hey, Alex.”

“Hey, D. How are you?”

“I’m good, thank you. What about you?”

“I’m good, too.”

“I’m good!”

“Me too!”

“Same!”

Jensen, Jared and Misha all squish up against Alex, trying to be in the frame.

“Daddy!” JJ and the twins yell in unison and all climb on top of you. They all try to push against each other to be in the frame.

“Alex, push them away!”

“Aw, don’t you want to see your dad?” Jensen pouts.

“I literally talked to you not so long ago!”

“Ba!” Danneel holds Arrow as she’s sitting on top of your head as JJ and Zeppelin are on each side of you.

“Okay, okay, okay. I’m gonna go and take Pup out for a walk.” You get off the couch and leave your phone with your mother and siblings, letting them talk to their dad and uncles.

You go to your room to put on your trainers and to grab Pup’s leash. Patting your pants, you nod at your keys, wallet, and phone in your pockets.

Jogging downstairs, you lean against the door frame to the lounge. “I’m gonna shout us dinner. What do we want?”

“McDonald's!” The twins yell with JJ yelling, “Pizza!”

The three start argue over McDonald’s and pizza. 

“I’ll get both.” That makes them be quiet, then be excited.

As they were about to say what they want, “I know. Twins want Happy Meals and JJ wants stuff-crust, doesn’t care about the toppings.” They nod.

“What about you, Ma?”

“I’ll get whatever JJ’s getting.” Nodding and grabbing your phone, Pup follows you out the house and down the street to the fast food places.

“We’re done at the Con, so get our food, too.” Jared says as him, Jensen, Misha and Alex get into the car.

“Get them yourselves. You’re in the car already and it’ll be easier for me not to carry all your damn food.”

“Fine, but you’re getting us pudding!”

“Dad! Y’know what, fine, I’ll get your damn pudding. I’ll see you guys soon.”

Ending the call and putting your phone in your pocket, you have a small conversation with your Greyhound, him barking in response sometimes.

You finally arrive at the fast food places and put on Pup’s leash.

You order the pizza first, then go to McDonald’s and go off to get some dessert, along with some dog treats.

After some time, the food is ready, and Pup is holding on the bag of treats in his mouth as the both of you walk back home.

Going up the driveway, you see Cliff’s car parked in it.

“Food’s here!”

Jensen runs with the twins holding onto his arms and JJ trailing behind him.

They take the takeaways and the dessert to run back to the lounge.

You follow them into the room and help your siblings with their food as Alex asks Jensen if they can have a small chat.

Going out of the lounge and into the kitchen, Alex’s hands are shaking slightly. “I’ve, uh, liked (Y/N) for some time now and I’m wondering if I could ask him out? I’ve asked Danneel before and she said that she is completely cool with it and that (Y/N) likes me back.”

“You two can be together, but if anything happens to my boy, then that happens to you, got it?”

Alex nods. Jensen pats his back and sends him back to the lounge.

Jensen catches Danneel watching him, mouthing, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He whispers to himself.

As soon as Alex sat next to you on the ground, your siblings started to whisper to him to kiss you.

He looks around the room, the people in there nodding at him.

“(Y/N).” You look away from your dog to have Alex’s lips crashed onto yours.

“Umph.” You’re puzzled for a moment before you cup his cheek and return the kiss. The room is filled with cheers.

“Finally!” Jared and Misha say in unison. Jensen has a glare towards their way.

The two start to run around the house and pass the opening door, startling Gen and her kids. “What the hell is happening?”

“They’re together.” Jared stops in front of her to give her a kiss before running off again.

[pearlycastiel]

𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.

description || you’re in trouble and when you pray to your boyfriend jack, he doesn’t hesitate to help you.

pairing || jack kline x fem!reader, dean winchester x daughter!reader, sam winchester x niece!reader, castiel x platonic!reader

warnings || angst, partying, alcohol, fluff at ending

word count || 1,458

a/n || literally had this idea at 3 am haha. feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

HIGH SCHOOL WAS something for you and it was definitely something when your family are supernatural hunters. Being Dean Winchester's daughter meant having the best protection from an angel, a nephilim, and of course, your father and uncle.

When you first met Jack, you felt a feeling that you have never felt with anyone else. At first, you thought it was anxiety or fear from the fact that Jack was Lucifer's son, but soon enough, it was something good.

The hints that you've noticed from Jack such as him being close to you at all times, or him smiling brightly when you would walk into his room, hinted clearly how Jack had some sort of attraction to you as well.

Soon enough, when Jack finally got the gist of how human feelings worked, he confessed how he couldn't stand a life without you. He would gush about how important you were to him and how he wanted to protect you at all costs. That was the day he asked you to be his girlfriend.

And you proudly said yes.

This brings you to this day, where school was more bearable with your slightly reconstructed life. When you started to date Jack, life became somewhat more admissable as you had something to look forward to when you came home.

You were currently coming out of soccer practice and one of your decent acquaintances walked up to you.

"Hey, Y/n. Are you free tonight? I'm having this big party and you should definitely come." Lexi was a really sweet person and you knew her parties were fun. You thought about it for a while considering how overprotective your family is. But you said yes anyway, wanting to have a fun time.

"Sure, I'll see you tonight."

ஓ๑♥๑ஓ

Back at the bunker, you gave your family a dramatic entrance as you started to sing aloud abruptly, definitely gaining the attention of the boys.

Jack was the first one to greet you and he gave you one of his heartwarming hugs and a small kiss on your cheek.

"Hi Y/n, how was school today? I also made your favorite because I know you had a long day at today." You stared at Jack in awe, finding it sweet how he would make you a grilled cheese when you came home from school.

"Thanks, Jack. What would I do without you?"

"I should be the one asking you that. You mean a lot to me, Y/n." A smile crept upon your lips and you were about to kiss Jack until you heard the booming voice of your father.

"Hey! Six feet apart kids," Dean said, getting in between you and Jack, him spreading his arms out, pretending to stretch.

"So funny, dad," you said sarcastically. You weren't too certain when you should ask your father if you could go to the party, but you didn't have to ask when he saw the look on your face.

"I know that look, what's up?" Surprised by his diligent attention, you shot your head up slightly caught off guard.

"Oh, well...what makes you think there's something up?"

"Whenever you're nervous, you always fidget with your charm bracelet." You silently cursed to yourself, seeing how you gave away the hint of wanting something. Sighing in defeat, you decided to tell Dean about the party.

"So I got invited to this party and I was won--"

Before you could even finish your sentence, Dean cut you off abruptly, knowing where this was going to go.

"No. Nope. Nope, definitely not. You're not going to a party and that's final." Dean's voice made it clear he was serious, but you being the stubborn person you were, insisted.

"Dad, come on, it's going to be fun, plus you know I'm responsible enough." Dean consistently shook his head, not comfortable with you going to a party.

"I know you're responsible enough, I don't trust the people there. Who knows who a person can be what? I'm done talking about this, you're not going and I made my decision."

You huffed out in annoyance, knowing you weren't going to win this argument, so you stomped back into your room, Jack following your trail. Now you were on to plan b which was sneaking out.

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You hated how you had to lie to Jack, but you knew he wouldn't let you out either, seeing how often he worries about you as well.

The last time you went out when you weren't supposed to, Jack put two fingers on your forehead and knocked you out. So you knew this time wouldn't be any different.

Being as discreet as you possibly could, you slowly escaped the bunker doors and proceeded to walk towards Lexi's house. Luckily, her house wasn't too far from yours.

Once you arrived, lights and music boomed through the doors. Lexi greeted you as she was drunk and you smiled at her seeing her true side.

You gulped down a couple of shots and stood against the wall, taking in the vibes of drunk teenagers. Suddenly a man came up towards you, a sly and douchey smirk plastered on his face.

"Hey, hottie, what's a gorgeous woman like you doing all alone? And a better question, why are you not with me?" You rolled your eyes at him and attempted to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist tightly.

"I didn't say you could walk away, baby." He started to walk closer towards your body, your personal space definitely invaded. Now you were done. You put your drink down and grabbed his wrist, twisting it making him scream in agony.

You could have easily broken his arm, but you didn't want to make a big scene. "Touch me again, and you will regret it." He had a petrified look on his face and put up his hands in surrender, but you knew he was still a massive dick.

Unfortunately, when you put your drink down, you weren't paying attention enough to notice that your drink was spiked.

You took a couple sips of your drink and you felt free, but the sudden feeling of dizziness overwhelmed your body, blackness filling your vision.

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When you gained consciousness once more, you noticed the music wasn't blaring and the setting changed. You were now in an empty warehouse, rust on the walls and live wire lamps.

"Well, well, who knew the youngest Winchester would have her life ended by going to a teenage party." You glared at the man, not sure what he was, but then he blinked, his eyes turning black, now evident he was a demon.

"Son of a bitch, let me go." You said weakly, the drugs still having an effect on you. He just smiled evilly and closed the door, leaving you alone.

You took this opportunity to pray to Jack, hoping he was awake to hear your prayer.

"Jack, baby, if you're hearing this, I n-need help."

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When Jack heard your prayer, he sprinted to your room, waking up Sam and Dean, Castiel already being awake considering he doesn't sleep.

When he saw you weren't in your room, fear and anger started to overcome his body.

"Jack, what's wrong, "Castiel asked, the two older Winchester's alerted while walking out of their room.

"Y/n sent me a prayer, something wrong and she's not in her room." Jack then closed his eyes and focused on you. He saw your distressed state and to say he was angry was an understatement. His eyes started to glow gold and his body was shaking in anger.

Being so angry that you were in trouble and somebody is hurting you, Jack didn't even say another word as he used his wings and teleported to your location. His rage was still fuming through his body as he saw the demon holding a knife and walking towards you.

Not hesitating, Jack reached out his arm as golden circles filled the room, instantly killing the other demons.

Once he saw the perpetrators were dead, Jack saw the sight of you and his eyes blinked back to blue.

"Y/n!" Jack ran to your side and broke the chains off of your body easily. He instantly pulled you into a hug and you didn't hesitate to show your tears as you desperately needed comfort from your boyfriend.

"I'm sorry Jack, I shouldn't have left," you sobbed into his shoulder. He gently kissed your head, the feeling of his warmth comforting you.

"Don't worry, Y/n, you're okay. How about we go home and watch that one internet service...what was it called..N-N-"

"You mean Netflix?" You said with a stifled laugh.

"Yeah! Let's watch Netflix." You nodded your head and Jack teleported back to the bunker, relief filling your body.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[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.

[bisexualcrowley]

Camping

Pairing: Jack Kline x Fem!Reader, mentions of Destiel

Summary: Dean and Cas take you and Jack on a camping trip that leads to more than you bargained for

Content: Smut, bit of fluff, public/outdoor sex, pre- god Jack, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex

Word count: 1,160 

When Dean and Cas offered to take you out on a regular, non-hunt related camping trip under the quickly thought up excuse to give Sam some time alone,(definitely not because Dean and Cas wanted some time alone themselves,)  you weren’t surprised when Jack joined you in the back of the Impala at the last minute with a goofy smile and an off-hand comment about wanting to see what camping was like.

You weren’t surprised when Jack burned every marshmallow he tried to roast. Weren’t surprised when Dean and Cas retired to their tent early “so they could get an early start in the morning”

What you didn’t expect, however, was to be stumbling out of the tent you were sharing with the nephilim just as the sun was setting with your lips locked together in a passionate kiss and Jack’s rather impressive erection pressing against your inner thigh.

When Jack slammed you uncharacteristically roughly against the rough trunk of a tree just barely hidden from view of the campsite, you didn’t hold back a quiet moan at your obvious enjoyment of the rough treatment.

Jack gave a pleased hum against your mouth at the sound you made, reaching his left hand down to hike your leg up over his hip, the movement drawing your attention to the heat that had pooled in your sex, and you were sure that if it wasn’t for your shorts, your arousal would be dripping down your thighs and smearing on Jack’s pant leg by now.

Without separating your lips from his, you pushed at the collar of the nephilim’s jacket, nudging his chin back with your free hand and baring his neck. Jack arched out of the kiss as you ran your fingers along his jawline, down his neck, and when you leaned down to run your tongue along the smooth flesh, Jack let out a low, drawn-out moan that had you repeating the motion just so you could hear it again.

A quick snap of his hips against your own was more than enough for you to feel the hard outline of his cock pressing against his pants, and you slid a hand down to thumb over it’s covered head, smearing the pre-cum that had seeped through the fabric.

It was clear that the movement had your levels of arousal peaking, and your already heated actions suddenly gained an air of urgency as Jack ground against your hand with a whimper

“Off,” Jack mumbled, tugging lightly at your top while barely separating your lips long enough to speak before he was ravishing your mouth again.

Much to his dismay, you yanking off your shirt did require you to break away from the kiss and in the few short seconds you were apart, Jack’s patience wore out and he groaned loudly, letting his hands fall down to fumble the clasp of his belt open and unzip his pants before returning them to rest on your waist.

The nephilim’s fingers ghosted over your now bare stomach, trailing up to cup your breasts and thumb over your nipples, earning a soft gasp from you against his mouth.

"Say it," Jack panted, ducking his head to nip along your jawline. "Please... Tell me what you want, I want to hear you say it."

You let out a low whine as you ground yourself down against his thigh, and a shudder ran through your body.

“Please,” You murmured, “Need you to touch me... God I want you Jack."

Arousal clouding his thoughts to the point he couldn’t come up with a coherent word to say, Jack simply reached forward and tugged your shorts down and fumbled with the front of his pants again, quickly freeing his leaking cock from his boxers and pulling your hips towards him in one smooth motion.

“Fuuckkk that’s good,” Jack moaned as he slowly slid himself into your throbbing heat, your juices coating his cock and leaving him groaning far louder than he would have liked

You cried out softly and rocked against him, one hand braced on the tree behind you and the other clenched in his sandy blond hair, each little tug drawing a choked gasp from the nephilim.

The sound of skin hitting skin mingled with your desperate whimpers and Jack’s breathy moans as he filled you up again and again, his length slamming against your g-spot and thumb flying over your clit with each thrust and sending you flying towards your climax.

“Remind me why we’re having sex behind a tree?” Jack huffed as his hips slammed against yours again, each thrust seeming impossibly deep and leaving you crying out softly for him to go faster.

“Because. The tent. Was too close. To Cas. And Dean,” You breathed between thrusts, a laugh turning into a whine when Jack simultaneously moved a hand between your bodies to rub a teasing finger over your clit and ducked his head down, pressing his lips to your neck and sucking a red mark into the delicate skin.

“Fair enough,” Jack chuckled when he pulled away, choking on his words as you hiked your leg up over his hip and tugged him forward by the collar of his jacket to pull him into a searing kiss.

One final swipe of Jack’s thumb across your clit was just what you needed, and with a moan of his name you succumbed to the pleasure, your orgasm washing over your entire body and leaving you writhing between Jack and the rough bark of the tree.

Your mind went blank as you rode out the waves of pleasure, letting the blissful feeling take over as you shook against the nephilim.

You were unsure how long it was before you came back to the real world, but when the fog of pleasure finally cleared enough for you to think, Jack had dropped his face to your shoulder again and was crying out as he reached his own peak.

His cock throbbed inside you, each pulsating twitch sending hot cum spurting against your walls as they clenched down on him. You milked Jack for all he had, and before long his sloppy thrusts had stilled, leaving the two of you reveling in the sensation of his seed filling you, sliding past his cock and dripping down your thighs as he trembled and moaned against you.

As Jack rode out his orgasm, his head fell to your shoulder and you could feel him smile against you. “Do you think they could hear us through the tent?” he chuckled, and before you could reply, the mildly annoyed and somewhat amused voices of Dean and Castiel answered for you.

“We can.”

“We absolutely can”

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Tags, lmk if you want to be added <3  @frog-tiddies​ @cursedbobs​

[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

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[flowersforbucky]

the birds and the bees (part 2)

part one here

Jack Kline x female reader

author’s note: my go at Jack’s first time.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: it's literally just sex

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“I would love to be your first time, Jack.”

As soon as the words left your lips, you could have sworn you saw his eyes glow for the first time since he had lost his powers. The raw energy emitting from him was near tangible— the sheer excitement that radiated from him for you made you quiver.

The son of Satan. You were about to take the son of Satan’s virginity, and you were going to love it.

His lips found yours again— a messy clash of teeth and tongue as curious hands trailed to the hem of your tank top before pausing.

“I- will you help me? I want to be good for you-” he stutters out, amber eyes sincere.

“Of course, honey,” you coo. Your thumb and forefinger tug at his plump bottom lip and he leans back into your embrace. “Of course I’ll help you.”

You fall back into the sheets, pulling him with you. Cautious hands push your shirt up enough to splay them across your belly, fingers dancing unsure against your skin.

You yank the fabric the rest of the way up— over your head in one swift motion, leaving you bare beneath him. Honey eyes go wide at the sight of your breasts and you can’t help but giggle at how fucking cute he is.

You grab his hand, pulling it to your chest.

“Do you want to touch me?” you whisper and he nods— maybe a bit too eagerly but it’s okay, because you want it just as badly.

“You can,” you assured him. You place his hand on your breast— nimble fingers roll a nipple between them and you arch into his foreign touch. Petal-soft lips find the other and he tugs delicately with his teeth. Your fingers card through his hair as you keep him in place, encouraging him with soft whimpers.

“You’re so pretty,” he breathes after a moment, looking up at you. Your heart melts at the sheer adoration in his eyes— the innocence of his compliment— and you almost feel guilty for wanting to corrupt that innocence, but then his lips are sucking a bruise into the swell of your breast and all coherent thoughts are lost.

Growing hardness presses into your heat from his position between your legs and you flip him over to straddle his thighs, taking control of the situation. Partially to relieve him the pressure of making the next move— partially out of impatience.

Eyelids flutter shut and teeth nip at his swollen bottom lip as you cup his length in your hand through the confines of his sweatpants before tugging them down.

His cock springs forward and you don’t hesitate to take him in your hand, pumping several times before licking a thick strip from base to tip. Your tongue swirls around his head as the rest of him throbs in your grasp.

The sight above you is beautiful- he’s already disheveled, chest heaving lightly and eyes squinted shut.

“I see— I see why people like this-” he stutters out between blissful whimpers and you giggle before taking his length in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around him and bobbing your head.

You can tell he’s close— his hands ball into fists around sheets and he pulsates in your mouth. You pull away, removing your lips with a dramatic pop.

“Enjoying yourself so far?” you smirk.

“Yes, very much so,” he exhales. He pauses, suddenly seeming shy as his eyes avert your gaze. “Is it okay if I made you feel good like that, too?”

You nod, beaming at him— this literal ray of sunshine, this literal angel, wants to bring you pleasure. You had been to heaven (and hell, and purgatory, and everywhere imaginable) and it didn’t begin to compare to the pleasure that was Jack Kline and his eagerness to make you feel good. Out of every possible version of any personalized heaven, this would be yours.

He eases you back, trailing kisses down your stomach as he slips your sleep shorts and panties down your thighs.

For the shortest of moments, there’s a desire in the back of your mind to shy away— to turn off the lamp next to his bed, to hide under the covers, to protect yourself from his stare. Too many drunken one night stands with strangers from dive bars whose names you wouldn’t recall had you even bothered to find them out in the first place— too many lovers that lacked love, conditioning you to settle for anything less than this.

But here, with him, you didn’t need to hide, you reminded yourself. Here you could be open, vulnerable, and naked in more ways than just physically.

His lips ghost over your inner thighs, planting featherlight kisses that leave goosebumps in their wake. A single finger tentatively strokes your folds, coating it in pearly silk before sliding inside your heat.

You hiss in pleasure, grinding yourself onto his hand. He lowers his face to your core— a kitten lick over your clit before his lips latch around the bundle of nerves and you wonder how he knew to do that.

“Like that, Jack,” you hum. “Just like that.”

He speeds up his ministrations at your praise, gaining confidence in his motions. He adds a finger and you clench around him, bursts of colors exploding behind your eyelids as he moans against your cunt.

“Come here,” you beg through ragged breaths.

“Did I do something wrong?” worry flashes through his eyes as he immediately comes to a halt.

“No! God, no,” you assure him, pulling him up to face level. “I wanna feel you inside me,” you explain, softer.

You take him in your hand-- guide him to where you want him. Makes sure that he’s coated in your slick before you ease him in.

He fills you completely and you both still, adjusting to the feel of each other. He kisses your nose and you could almost cry at the thought of this being a one time thing-- at the thought of never feeling this love again.

But you couldn’t let yourself have those thoughts right now. Right now, he was with you. Right now, he was safe. In this moment, you were his and he was yours.

His hips snap forward and he groans into the crook of your neck— you clutch him to you, fingers digging into the flesh of his back as you whisper something in between a moan and a praise into his ear.

His body complements yours perfectly— an effortless fit, a match made in heaven despite his parentage.

“You feel perfect,” he grunts your name, thrusts becoming sloppy.

Your hand travels between your bodies, rubbing your swollen nub as you both near climax.

“Oh, I’m gonna— I feel like—” he pants.

“It’s okay,” you coax. “I’ve got you. Let go.” You wrap your thighs around him, ankles pressing into his bottom, locking him in place. He hits your sweet spot just right and it sends you over the edge— your cunt clenches like a vice around him, milking him as he fucks you both through euphoria.

Sweat-slick bodies go slack against one another as he crashes on top of you. You cradle him to you, peppering kisses down his neck and across his collarbone as the two of you come down from your highs.

“You’re amazing,” he sighs against your damp skin, and pulls back to look you in the eye. “That was amazing. Thank you, for giving that to me.”

“Of course, Jack,” you murmur. You bring a hand to push a few stray hair from his eyes, and cup his face. “I’m glad your first time was with someone who loves you.” The words left your lips before you could give them a second thought.

They felt right— felt true.

Jack beamed. “I’m glad my first time was with someone that I love, too.”

***

[percussiongirl2017]

RPF Imagines/Series Masterlist

One Day At a Time ~You’ve been a part of the cast for a while yet no one has ever seen you cry, in character or in person.~ Part 2

Stupid Games ~Someone is playing games with your heart and Alex isn’t having it.~ Part 2

[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.

——

“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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[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

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[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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Believe [Jack Kline x OC]

My first original post on tumblr. This is exciting and terrifying at the same time. This has been hanging around in my ‘Writing’ folder for a few months and figured I should do something about it. I guess it was meant to be a oneshot, but it would be so easy to make it a more-than-one-shot. 

It’s been a little while since I’ve had reliable WiFi to watch SPN on Netflix, so this is going to be pretty canon-divergent. Deal with it. 

Title : Believe Pairing : Jack Kline x fem!OC Warnings : Nothing to bad, mentions of some serious homophobia and the death of a family member, some OOCness maybe Summary : Jack meets a girl while out for a walk.  Basically some agnsty fluff I own nothing but my OC.  Please be nice to me. 

“Can I go outside?”

The question broke through the silence of the bunker.

It was late afternoon and it had been quiet all day. No one dared to do more than turn a page in a book or type on a laptop; none of the men wanted to jinx or break the calm that had settled over the unconventional home.

The question asked by the young Jack Kline had been the first words spoken in hours.

 “Uh, yeah, Jack.” It was Sam Winchester who answered. “Go ahead.”

Grinning at the hunter’s words, the half-angel leapt to his feet and pulled on his jacket.

 “Hey—Stay close,” the older Winchester called as Jack ascended the metal stairs to the door.

“I will, Dean,” Jack assured with a nod of his head. “I just want to stretch my legs and get some fresh air.” 

Sam and Dean made soft grunts to indicate they heard the Nephilim, but they had already gone back to their respective quiet activities; Sam was reading a book (he was working his way through the series Game of Thrones was based on) and Dean was doing something on a laptop.   

Once outside the bunker, Jack took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill his lungs rather than the stale air of the bunker. After looking around, contemplating in which direction to walk, he set off to the wooded area just across the dirt road the Impala roared down when the hunters came and went. 

During his short life, Jack realized it was normal for one to spend time by themselves. Dean worked on his beloved Baby, Sam read fiction books, and Castiel left for short periods of time, side-stepping questions about where he had been. Jack read all the time, and he didn’t know anything about cars, so he opted for a Castiel-like approach; going off somewhere.

Like he told Sam he would, Jack stayed relatively close to the bunker, taking great care not to get lost. Every now and then, he reminded himself that he could simply pop back into the bunker with the powers that came along with his grace, but after some thought, the Nephilim chose the human way. He also chose not to think about his grace, aside from the errant thought. After spending so much time trying to gain more control over the power within him in the recent months, Jack wanted to take a break. 

All I’ve done is give myself headaches and bloody noses and moved a pencil a few feet. Jack shoved his fists in his pockets and kicked a pine cone as the thought came across his mind. 

Jack chose to focus on the trees and environment around him; with his heightened senses, he could see the small droplets of water on the leaves and suspended between pine needles. His feet made soft crunching sounds on the ground, and he found the sound oddly satisfying, almost calming. Now and then, the chatter of a squirrel or the song of a bird rang clear in his ears, causing Jack to stop walking and try to find the animal from which the sound came. The tiny creatures amazed him; they were so small, so breakable, yet the species continued to survive for millions or years of years. 

While he listened to the song of a plump bird with an orange breast, Jack heard the sound of tires screeching to a halt on gravel in the distance. It was soon followed by the slam of a vehicle door. The bird flew away when the slam echoed through the woods, bouncing off trees in a way Jack found very distracting. 

When Jack heard the footsteps stamping through the trees, his first impression was that the footsteps sounded angry. The angry footsteps began walking in the general direction of the half-angel, so he made a slight turn so his own path didn’t cross that of the angry footsteps. 

It wasn’t until Jack stopped to watch a mother rabbit and her small brood under a tree that he noticed the angry footsteps were quite close. It wasn’t hard for his sharp eyes to make out the shape of the person stomping through the woods. They had their hands in fists at their side, shaking with absolute rage. His curiosity was piqued, but Jack hesitated in following—Sometimes people wanted to be alone, and, as Dean put it, Jack could be annoying at times. 

He hadn’t even taken a step before a particular sound hit his ears; a sob. The angry footsteps belonged to a person who was crying. The sadness in that sob seemed to contradict the anger expressed in their cadence. Jack took a couple steps towards the sobbing, angry-footed person out of sympathy and curiosity, debating if he should approach them. 

Suddenly, a scream pierced the calm. 

Jack flinched in surprise at the sound. He quickly jogged towards the sound, questions flashing through his mind. Where they hurt? Was someone attaching them?

When he broke into a clearing, he took in the sight before him in a matter of seconds. 

An octagonal sort of building, which was little more than a floor and roof held up with slim pieces of wood, a low railing was along the floor, and led into the railings of the three small steps. The owner of the angry footsteps was a girl. She looked about the same age as Jack’s body, but was much smaller—more petite. Her little hands where in tight fists, shaking at her sides as she leaned forward slightly as another scream ripped out of her throat. 

When she stopped to take a ragged inhale, Jack spoke. 

“Why are you screaming?” 

The innocent question made the girl jump around and let out a short, high-pitched shriek. She looked at Jack with a tear-stained, confused face as she clutched her hands to her chest. 

“I’m sorry,” the boy said earnestly, ducking his head slightly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

The girl sniffed loudly, shaking her head. Her hands, no longer clutched to her chest, raked her hair back from her face, as the strands were getting stuck to her wet cheeks. “No, no it’s ok…I just wasn’t expecting anybody to be out here.” 

Jack nodded at the explanation. “Why were you screaming?” 

She let out a laugh that didn’t sound all that happy, and harshly wiped the tears from her face with the cuffs of her sweater. “I…I’ve had a very hard day, and-and I just had to scream. Let it all out, you know?” 

The brunet boy simply tilted his head slightly to one side and furrowed his brows in confusion. “Did screaming help?” 

The girl laughed again, but it sounded a little more genuine than the previous one. “I dunno…Kinda, I guess…Sure didn’t make me feel worse.” 

There was a pause. 

“I-I’m Harlow,” the girl said, moving to sit on the steps of the funny little building. She gave a tight-lipped smile that she tried to portray as genuine, but it made her look like she was in pain. 

Jack realized he was supposed to say his name, now. “I’m Jack.” 

Harlow had her elbow on her knee, and her chin on her hand. She sighed heavily. “What’er you doin’ way out here, Jack?” 

Remaining where he stood at the edge of the trees, the Nephilim answered honestly. “I’m out for a walk, I wanted some fresh air. What about you?” 

Curiously, Harlow didn’t answer Jack’s question. Instead, she looked around at the worn wooden building. “You know, my dad built this gazebo.”

“What’s a gazebo?” Jack asked innocently. The confused, disbelieving look on the girl’s face made him shift on his feet. “I…had a very sheltered upbringing.” 

Sam had said something similar to a waitress while Jack was in awe of the honey-comb pattern in his waffle, having never had or seen one before. 

Harlow seemed to accept the answer with a slight nod and gestured to the octagonal building behind her. “This is a gazebo…Well, it’s a very run down gazebo…My dad built it for his wedding to my mom—They got married way out here with just a priest, themselves, and a handful of close friends.” 

Jack nodded, and slowly approached the gazebo. He raised a hand to touch one of the railings. It was covered in chipped varnish that flaked off at his touch, and at least two decades of dirt made a film over it. The railings on seven sides of the gazebo were held up by intricately carved flowers, spirals and spokes. 

“This is a beautiful creation,” Jack commented. He found it amazing that the trees around Harlow and him could be turned into the small building—a gazebo—with human hands. “Your father is very talented.” 

“Yeah, he really was.” Harlow’s voice was soft with emotion, but slightly raspy from her crying and screaming. She looked over her shoulder at the floor of the gazebo. She dragged her fingers through the dirt on the smooth floor, making pattern of wavy lines. “He’s gone now.” 

Jack’s heart filled with sympathy once again. He took a step so he stood next to Harlow as she sat on the worn wooden steps. “My mother’s gone, too. She’s in Heaven now.” 

“I’m sorry,” Harlow croaked out, coughing once and clearing her throat after. Jack could feel the honesty and warmth from her words, and it made him feel oddly safe. Her voice was smoother the next time she spoke. “How old were you?” 

A conversation with Dean and Castiel came to Jack’s mind. They told him that he shouldn’t say some things to ‘normal’ people, his actual age being one of them. Because Jack didn’t want to outrightly lie to people, Dean told him about ‘half-truths.’ “She died when I was born.” 

“Oh…I’m sorry.” Harlow was just as sincere as before, looking up at Jack with wide brown eyes. The color reminded Jack of whisky. When he held her gaze, Harlow’s cheeks turned pink and she looked down at her skirt. No longer holding each other’s gaze, the half-angel took the opportunity to look at Harlow more carefully. 

She was a small human; shorter and slimmer than Jack was. Her hair was a deep, dark brown—almost black—and hung far past her shoulder blades in a natural way. There were some pins stuck in the thick waves, and Jack could smell something vaguely chemical from her hair; Harlow apparently wanted to tame her brunette mane with product and pins. He had an inkling that it would look much nicer if she had left it in its natural state. She was dressed quite formally in a black skirt, a white collared shirt under a black sweater, sheer black tights, and black shoes that were probably once shiny, but stomping through the woods had made them less so. 

Harlow looked up at Jack again. 

He had been caught staring, felt an uncomfortable heat creek up is cheeks, and he pursed his lips whist trying to smile. While Harlow’s irises were a warm whisky brown, her eyes were red and puffy. He recalled the sobs he heard earlier. “Why were you crying?” 

She looked down at her hands, picking at the pale purple varnish on her fingernails. Harlow’s gaze flickered to Jack, and a smile tugged at her lips briefly. She sniffled. “You can sit down, you know. Don’t have to stand around like scarecrow.” 

Although he didn’t completely understand what he meant, Jack sat on the steps next to the human girl. He was significantly taller than Harlow even while sitting; the top of her head was level with his shoulder.   

Neither spoke as Jack settled on the squeaky step and the silence continued for a while after. He supposed that she would speak when she was ready, so he admired the woods while he waited. 

“I came here from my brother’s funeral,” Harlow said, seeming to answer Jack’s question. She began picking at her nail polish more aggressively. “We were really close…He was my best friend, really. I’m having a hard time trying to imagine my life without him.” 

“I’m sorry.” Jack parroted the words she’d said earlier, but with the same sympathy and earnestness she had. 

Harlow let out a gross sniffle, wiped her nose and mouth with her sleeve and shrugged. “He’s with our dad now, I guess…Better him be there with him than here with our mom.” 

“What do you mean?” Jack asked, both curious and confused by her words. Even if Harlow’s brother was in Heaven, how was it preferable to remaining living? 

“My mom is very religious, and Beau, my brother, was gay,” Harlow mumbled, glancing to Jack, who still had a confused look on his face. She managed a small smile of amusement and let out a chuckle. “Wow, you weren’t kidding about being sheltered, were you?” 

Jack’s cheeks turned pink, and he looked at his lap with a closed lipped, embarrassed smile. 

“Beau was homosexual. He liked boys, not girls. Romantic-liking, you know?” Harlow explained briefly, then trailed off. She sighed heavily. “Beau liked boys and not girls like my mom said he should…He liked boys, and my mom just hated him for it.” 

Jack nodded slowly as he absorbed and processed the information. “What does your mother’s religious beliefs have to do with her hating your brother for being gay?” 

“Oh, I am not the right person to ask about that.” Harlow had a wry, bright smile on her face. “I’m an atheist.” 

She preemptively answered the question she just knew Jack would ask. “I don’t believe in it—Religion, I mean. None of them. I don’t think there’s any higher power out there with some master plan for everyone.” 

Before he could stop himself, Jack blurted out a question. “What about angels?” 

Harlow shrugged. “I believe in what I can see, and I’ve never seen a guy in a white robe with a halo and fluffy wings.” 

Jack remained quiet. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Harlow’s words; she didn’t believe in half of him. But, she also didn’t know she didn’t believe in half of him. As far as she was concerned, Jack was as human as she was. Suddenly, the Nephilim had an illuminating thought. With her, he could be human. They could have a human, uncomplicated, natural friendship. No angels or demons, no angel blades—It was very hard for Jack not to smile at the idea; a normal friendship. 

The human girl had nearly removed all the nail polish on her right hand, so she turned to her tights, beginning to pick at the thin strands. Quickly, there was a large run over the left knee. “She said it was good he was dead.” 

The half-angel’s brows furrowed. “What?” 

“At Beau’s wake…People get up and say all sorts of nice things, you know? Well, everyone had great things to say about him. He was really smart, played football in school, and he volunteered at the animal shelter on the weekends. His football coach talked, most of his teachers, the guy who oversaw his volunteer hours at the shelter, all of his friends—Everyone was crying because he—Beau was so good and he’s gone.” Harlow sniffled, and roughly wiped her hands over her face. “Then dear old mom stood at the podium, and in front of everybody—There had to be a hundred people crammed into that room—She-She says she’s glad Beau is dead and-and now he can’t embarrass our family anymore and that the Devil was whispering in his ear and that he’s-he’s burning in Hell and-and she’s happy about it!” 

Jack could only watch helplessly as the human girl dissolve into tears. 

Suddenly, the Nephilim felt something rub against his grace. Curious, Jack reached out carefully, and he nearly gasped at what he felt. 

He was feeling Harlow’s soul. 

Because of the grace he possessed from his angelic side, Jack had the ability to feel people’s souls. He couldn’t naturally feel anything, but because he was tuned into humans in a way that angels were not, if he focused hard enough, or a person was feeling hard enough, flickers of the soul would peek out and his grace could feel it. He spent a lot of time with Sam and Dean, so feeling flickers of their ragged, resilient energy was common for Jack. 

That was nothing like Harlow’s soul. 

Harlow’s soul was bright; Jack swore it was illuminating her eyes from within her. Her soul was bright, kind, and warm. When his grace brushed up against the aura of Harlow’s soul, he felt like he’d just drank a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day; it warmed him from the inside. Seeing someone with such a pure soul expressing such utter sadness broke his heart. This wasn’t a flicker like Jack had felt before, this was like Harlow’s soul was exploding from her petite body and his grace was just standing in the way. 

“Can I hug you?” 

Still crying, Harlow looked at him. She was a bit surprised, but nodded slowly. She turned a bit to face Jack and leaned her body towards his until her forehead was resting on his shoulder. Jack wrapped both arms around Harlow, carful not to squeeze too hard. She didn’t wrap her arms around him in return like he expected. He was about to let her go, but the comfort and thankfulness that bled through her soul and into Jack’s grace prompted him to hang on. He moved his thumb up and down over Harlow’s sweater-clad arm. He’d seen couples embrace on TV in a similar way; he copied them farther by gently resting his chin on the crown of the human girl’s head. Harlow eventually embraced him back, her hands coming to rest on his sides, under his jacket. The heat from her palm seeped through the white t-shirt he wore. 

As if the universe knew what needed to happen, when Harlow’s hand touched Jack, only a thin layer of cotton between them, the Nephilim felt her soul more intensely than anything he’d ever experienced. It was like her hand touched his grace, not him, and the contact made Jack shiver in an unfamiliar way. He hugged Harlow closer in response, his eyes closing and brows furrowing as the feeling consumed him. The power he struggled to contain and control was calm. He no longer felt like a glass bottle struggling to keep the cork from bursting out the neck, or that there was an inner battle raging inside him with each side urging him to make a good or bad choice. He felt at peace. Harlow’s soul felt warm in comparison to the comfortable temperature of his grace, and he couldn’t recall a moment he felt so normal. 

After some time, became used to the feeling and Jack felt like he needed to say something. “I’m sorry what your mother said made you cry.”

The human let out a teary laugh. “You’re a special guy, Jack. Anyone ever tell you that before?” 

He nodded in response, his chin moving against her hair. “They have, yes.” 

That made Harlow laugh even more, genuine laughter. She leaned back and again wiped her face with her cuff. “I’m sorry to just…To unload all this on you. If you’re walking through the woods alone, you must be going through your own stuff.” 

Jack’s brows furrowed as he thought. “I’m not really supposed to tell people about it.” 

“I get it,” Harlow sighed softly, very aware that although Jack had dropped one arm, his other remained over her shoulders. She scooted closer to him; the sun we setting and the temperature was dropping, and Jack absolutely radiated warmth. “According to my mom, I’m not supposed to tell anybody that Beau is gay. But it’s not like he kept it a secret, most people knew anyway.” 

“If you’re not supposed to talk about it, why’d you tell me?” Jack asked curiously. “If my father told me not to talk about something, I wouldn’t.” 

“No, no I get it,” Harlow mumbled, playing with the run in her tights. It spanned her knee and up her thigh. “But sometimes things are just too…They’re just too heavy and you just gotta tell someone.” 

Jack nodded, his thumb still moving slowly against Harlow’s shoulder. 

“Given all that…I gotta ask that you don’t tell anybody about what I told you.” She seemed ashamed that she had to ask that of him. 

“I won’t,” Jack assured her, a closed lipped smile on his face. 

Harlow smiled, this time it was playful. “Pinky promise?” 

Looking between her face, and the hand held towards him with a pinky finger, with the remains of the light purple varnish around her cuticle, extended from a closed fist. “What’s a pinky promise?” 

Harlow smiled softly at his naiveite. “It’s like…It’s like a stronger promise. Just wrap your pinky around mine.” 

The Nephilim put his hand out in the same position as Harlow’s and curled his little finger around hers. Jack glanced at her for approval, which was given by way of Harlow’s gentle smile and nodding head. She shook their interlocked fingers once, then let his go. “Congratulations, Jack. You just took part in your first pinky promise.” 

Jack responded by grinning wide, making Harlow smile as well. She eventually blushed and ducked her head. “You know, I probably should’a left a while ago…I should technically be at the stupid buffet planned after the wake.” 

“Why didn’t you go earlier, then?” 

The human girl looked away shyly. “I dunno…I like talking with you…Makes me feel happy, and I’m not happy very often.” 

Jack’s grin turned into a softer smile; he was honored Harlow felt that way, but when she said she wasn’t happy very often, his concern grew. He watched Harlow tuck her hair behind her ear; Jack saw four earrings in the revealed ear. Two small gold stars, a small dark blue stone, and at the top curve of her ear, was a small gold hoop. “I’m happy I can make you feel happy.” 

Harlow looked Jack in the eye. Her whisky irises were still swimming in red, but were brighter than before. “Good.” 

It was quiet for some time after that, both Jack and Harlow feeling comfortable in each other’s silence as they sat on the gazebo steps. The sun was just a sliver on the horizon now, but neither felt the urge to leave right away. 

The human was the one to break the silence. “I really should go now.” 

“I should return home as well,” Jack admitted. 

After taking a second to compose herself, Harlow got up. She let out a little disgruntled sound that Jack found very amusing as she inspected her tights. He stood as well and watched as she took her phone and car keys from the gazebo floor. 

“Can I see you again?” Jack asked, smiling hopefully at the human girl. 

She shyly smiled back and bit her bottom lip so she didn’t smile. The boy looked like a puppy, bouncing on the balls of his feet with his hands at his sides, eyes shining and brown hair flopping over his eyes. “Yeah, yeah I’d like that…What’s your number?” 

Jack stopped his puppy-like antics, and looked from Harlow with his confused, slightly tilted face. “What number?”

Harlow laughed a little, ducking her head. “You phone number, Jack.” 

“Oh,” he said, nodding in understanding. “I don’t have a phone.” 

The human girl smiled wider and nodded after a moment of thought. “That actually doesn’t surprise me at all.” 

“Can we meet here again? At your gazebo?” Jack looked hopefully to Harlow, and there was no way she was going to find the willpower to deny the sweet boy. 

“Yeah, that’d be nice.” 

“Great! Can you come back tomorrow?” Jack was grinning once again and radiating hope. “Same time?” 

Harlow nodded, her cheeks pink, and spoke softly. “Yeah…See ‘ya tomorrow, Jack.” 

“See you tomorrow Harlow!” Jack responded enthusiastically. 

The Nephilim stood by the gazebo, waving briefly, as the human girl walked away. He stood there until he couldn’t see Harlow’s dark brown hair through the trees anymore. A few minutes later, a vehicle door opened and closed. Jack let out a sigh as the sound of an engine and tires on gravel faded into the distance.

“Hey kid,” Dean greeted, hardly looking up from the book open before him. “How was your walk?” 

“Very nice,” Jack answered, trying to suppress his smile. “I’m going on another one tomorrow.”

Worth continuing?

[pearlycastiel]

𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐧' 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥

description || dean gets a frantic phone call from his daughter after school, vampires who were about to kidnap her, leads to a very pissed off dean who would do anything to get his baby back.

pairing || dean winchester x daughter!reader, sam winchester x niece!reader, castiel x platonic!reader, jack kline x platonic!reader

warnings || angst, kidnapping, minor language, fluff at ending

word count || 1,068

a/n || hello anon who requested this! i hope you enjoyed this.

DEAN WAS ON HIS laptop, researching erratic deaths to see if he and his brother can potentially find another case.

You were currently at school, sitting in the cafeteria with the toxic masculine people and of course, the bitches. You didn’t have many friends at school, but that didn’t matter considering your family was all you needed.

Most of the time, you would text your dad about the drama that was going around the school and it was even more entertaining with his hilarious responses.

Jack would also text you here and there to check in on how his sister figure was doing. There were times where Jack wished he was at school with you so you wouldn't be alone, but you assured him that you were fine.

School went by quickly thank goodness, and you were starting to walk outside of the school and put your earbuds in. Usually, Sam or Dean would be picking you up since they don't like it when you're alone at any time, but you told them that alone time was necessary.

As you were walking outside, the cool breeze hitting your face, the sound of leaves rustling made you turn your head, but there was nobody there. Shrugging your shoulders, you ignored it until footsteps started to gradually become louder, making your heart beat faster.

Now finally being paranoid, you whipped out your phone and dialed your dad's number. Dean answered on the second ring.

"Hey, baby, are you almost home?"

You didn't even answer his question as you spoke to him frantically with your breathing becoming labored.

"Dad, I think there's someone following me. I heard loud footsteps and there's nobody there. I'm starting to get scared." Dean noticed the fear and practically could hear your heartbeat beating out of your chest. You heard Sam, Cas, and Jack on the other line, asking multiple questions.

"Hey, Y/n, baby, stay calm, where are you I'm going to pick you up now." You could hear the eagerness and anger that was fuming through your phone. When it came to you, Dean would not hesitate to kill or hurt anyone, especially when it came to you. You're his everything and he couldn't live without you.

You were hiding behind the wall of an alley, holding your knife, hoping to lose the person who was potentially following you. Your father was still on the phone with you as you could hear the other voices of your family. Your ears perked up when you heard Cas' voice on the phone.

"Y/n, don't move wherever you're at. Your father and I are coming to you now." You obeyed Cas' orders and stayed put to where you were currently at.

"I think I lost them." You slowly turned your body to soon face your stalker and the unintentional gasp you let out, alerted your family with worry.

The person put a rag on your mouth, the harsh chemical smell of chloroform making you unconscious almost immediately. Your phone dropped to the ground, the screen shattering.

The person grabbed your phone and his heavy breathing was enough for Dean and your family to know that there was someone else on the other line.

"Listen to me you son of a bitch, you lay a finger on my daughter, I will not hesitate to kill you. I will find you." Dean's voice was low and fearful, even scaring Sam a little bit.

"Let's see if she will be alive after I suck the blood out of her."

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The excruciating pain in your head and your blurry vision were enough to make you notice that you were tied up in an abandoned warehouse.

"Well, well, well, look who's awake. How you feelin' pretty darling?" The man in front of you wore a leather jacket with auburn hair and blue eyes. The blood on his cheeks was enough to indicate that he was a vampire.

He tried to touch your cheek, but you retracted your head, making him gruff in annoyance.

"Who are you? Why did you take me?" Several other men walked into the room smug smiles plastered on their faces.

"You're a Winchester. You're useful for leverage," was all the man said. He grabbed your wrist and used his blade to cut it harshly, making you wince. He was about to put his blood with yours until the sound of the doors breaking off of its hinges made their heads turn.

Soon, Jack, Dean, Sam, and Cas showed up, angry and pissed. Dean had a straight face as he nonchalantly beheaded the vampires in front of him. Cas smote several vampires, as did Sam. Jack ran to your side and quickly healed your cuts and bruises.

"Y/n! Come on, let's get out of here." Jack picked you up bridal style and took you to the Impala, soon driving off with your family back to the Bunker.

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"Hey, she's awake!" You heard your uncle's voice as you opened your eyes to see your family running into your room. Dean was the first to hug you and he did for a very long time. A small tear fell down his cheek as he kissed your head.

"Dammit, Y/n that was too close. I don't know what I would do without you, baby."

"I'm sorry, dad. I didn't mean to worry you." Dean stayed in your embrace. Cas put two fingers on your forehead to check for any further damage.

"Glad you're okay, Y/n. I was very worried about you," Cas said, seeing the worry lifting off of his shoulders. Everyone soon gave you a group hug, constricting your airways.

"Guys...can't...breathe." They chuckled lightly, releasing your body as well, making the room filled with laughter. "Now can you guys leave the room, I want to watch a movie?"

Everyone started to leave the room, but you called Jack's name, making him turn around.

"Not you, Jack. We're having a sibling night." The wide smile on Jack's face made you light up with joy.

"Hey, what about us?" Sam asked, sarcastically being offended.

"No old people allowed." Now, Dean, Cas, and Sam had genuinely offended faces. You and Jack only laughed as he closed the door with his powers.

The two of you eventually fell asleep mid way through the movie, to not know that the ‘older’ men were preparing to get revenge by pranking you and Jack from what you said earlier.

a/n: ahhh i might make a part two but idk yet. i hope you all enjoyed this!!

[impala-dreamer]

One Last Weekend

~Alex and Y/N spend some time together before he leaves to join the SPN cast.~

Alex x Reader

2,159 Words

Warnings: Romantic FLAngst. One line mention of smut. SFW.

A/N: This is dedicated to all the nonnies and lovelies who won’t let him leave me be. Be careful what you wish for. Hope you enjoy.

Feedback is GOLD ~ My Masterlist  

The sun was hot but the breeze was perfect, blowing back their hair and sneaking behind the shades that covered their eyes. Alex was flying down the curved road, one hand gripping the steering wheel of the rented convertible, the other laying casually in his lap. The road wound around the mountain, dangerous but exhilarating; and Alex couldn't help but feel like James Dean as he drove the coast, cool guy in a bad-ass car, gorgeous woman by his side, not a care in the world.

Y/N was watching the sun dance across the ocean, relaxing as the wind lifted her hair and whipped it around. She laughed when a bit flew into her mouth, and Alex got lost for a moment in her beauty. She turned to smile at him, and for a second, the entire world fell away. There was nothing but the sunlight in her hair and the love in her eyes. Alex stared for too long and Y/N bit her lip, her cheek burning under his gaze.

“Watch the road!” she yelled over the wind, pointing towards the highway before them.

Alex took a breath and smiled, painfully ripping his eyes from her and looking ahead. He missed her suddenly, a bit of foreshadow, perhaps, and his throat grew tight. He swallowed back the tears and looked to the road, not wanting to let anything ruin their day.

Y/N noticed the twitch of his jaw and reached across the seats to take his hand. He looked down at her fingers and curled his around them as he lifted her hand to his lips. He had things to say, and so did she, but the words would have to wait. The sun and the wind had the stage now, so their clasped hands had to be enough.

They parked a little ways away from the beach in an empty lot and lugged the picnic basket over the big rocks that bordered the coast.

Y/N had once told him she'd always dreamed of a romantic picnic by the ocean, and damnit, Alex was going to deliver.

Standing at the bottom of the rock wall, he looked out at the sand and knew he'd picked the perfect spot. There wasn't another soul for miles; the beach was theirs, a perfect hideaway.

They spread out a blanket and tucked each corner under a rock so the wind wouldn't blow it away. They pulled out some food and a bottle of wine, Y/N laughing when she realized the glasses had been left back in the car.

“Doesn't matter,” she laughed and took the open bottle from him and lifted it to her lips.

Alex sat back and watched her take a drink, his smile growing when a bit of wine dribbled down her chin.

“You're so classy,” he teased her with a laugh.

“You ain't lyin’,” she shot back with a wink and chased after the droplet as it ran down her neck.

When the food was gone and the wine danced in their heads, Y/N stood and kicked off her shoes, placing them carefully side by side on the blanket. Next came her top, which she peeled off slowly, making sure to catch Alex's eye as she pulled the fabric up over her head. He leaned back on his elbows, legs kicked out and crossed at the ankles, just watching silently as she stripped. The afternoon sun was low and framed her perfectly; her aura seemed to glow as she shimmied out of her shorts and then gave him a wink.

Without a word, she ran to the water and stuck a toe in, shivering slightly at the chill.

“Come on!” she called over her shoulder and Alex couldn't help but join her.

He stripped as he walked, leaving bits of clothing like breadcrumbs to lead them back to the blanket. The last few paces he took at a run, and scooped her up when he reached her, spinning around with his arms around her waist. Y/N shrieked when her toes left the ground and beat at his shoulders with playful fists.

“Let me go!” she pleaded with a laugh.

“Never.”

He set her down in the sand, but wouldn't let her go, his hands tight around her. Y/N's laugh fell away, paused by the look in his eyes as he leaned in to take her lips.

Their eyes closed and the wind wrapped around them, binding them together as the waves tickled their bare feet. They held each other there for a long moment before breaking apart, and Y/N kissed his cheek gently.

“You're cute,” she told him; a familiar sentiment that always made him laugh.

“I know.” He smiled as the same old blush filled his face. After all this time, she could still make him blush; still make his stomach flip when she looked his way, make his skin burn under her touch.

They played in the waves, chasing each other and winning kisses when caught. It was a game with no losers, but they played it all the same. If anyone was keeping score, they would have filled the tallycard with times she took his breath away or with kisses that tasted like the ocean.

As the sun began to set, Y/N left the water and retreated to the blanket, watching Alex kick through the waves. He was perfect and handsome and kind, everything she wanted, everything she loved. He turned towards her with a gorgeous smile upon his lips, and she snapped a picture, a little thing to remember the moment; frozen forever in her phone, just for her. He called to her, but his voice was lost to the wind and Y/N simply shook her head gently in reply. She was glad he was too far for them to hear each other, she didn’t want him to hear her cry.

Y/N cocked her knees and tucked her chin between them, trying to calm herself as Alex walked over. He was soaked, glistening in the sunset, his hair dripping and matted to his forehead. Y/N looked up as he approached and tried to smile, but there was too much worry behind her eyes and he saw through her.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, kneeling down beside her, cold drops of ocean falling from his skin to darken the blanket.

Y/N shook her head and pulled in a deep breath. “Nothing,” she lied through a smile and uncurled herself, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair. She pushed it back from his forehead and tucked what she could behind his ear. It was dark from the water, and the color made his eyes an all the more brilliant shade of blue.

“Tell me,” he said sadly, his forehead creasing as he looked over in concern.

Her fingers slid from his ear and she cupped his cheek, drawing her eyes over every inch of his face, trying to lock in the memory. “I’m just a little sad,” she whispered.

Alex smiled softly and covered her hand with his. He was cool from the water but still warm against her. “Not having fun?” he teased, trying to lift her spirits.

“You know what I mean,” Y/N said, and pulled her hand away, turning back towards to water. “And you know why. You just don’t want to talk about it.”

“You’re right,” he agreed and leaned over her to catch her eyes again. “I don’t want to talk about it because there’s nothing to talk about.”

“Alex…”

“Y/N/N, come on. Don’t do this tonight. Not tonight.” He turned her face towards him with two gentle fingers under her chin. She looked up, but sighed, ready to give in to the tears.

“I'm so proud of you,” she said and pushed forward to kiss his lips. “You're gonna be a big star, Alex. I know it.”

His hand slid around to cradle her head as he leaned over her, returning the kiss. “I don't know about that,” he whispered and pushed her backwards, carefully laying her down.

“I know you are,” she said again, running her hands up over his wet skin as he settled between her legs. “You're gonna be rich and famous and forget all about me.” Her voice trailed off at the end, caught by the wind, and Alex looked down to see the golden sunset shine off the tears that filled her eyes.

“No.” He pushed up on his arms and shook his head. “That's not gonna happen.”

Her lip shook as she took a breath, closing her eyes against the wind and the tears. “It will, and… it’s OK.” A tear escaped, hot and free, sliding down her cheek. It struck the blanket and expanded into the fibers like a firecracker in the night sky.

“Y/N, look at me.” His voice was deep and pleading, his throat tightening around his words. Y/N opened her eyes but could barely look at him. He chased her gaze as he spoke, trying to get her to understand. “I’m never letting you go, you hear me? We made it this far together, I’m not gonna just go off and forget about you.”

“You can’t promise me that,” she said simply. “And I don’t want you to.”

“What?” Alex pushed away, hurt and confused. He rolled over and sat up, bending a knee to lean on. “Why would you…how can you say that?”

Y/N sat up quickly and turned towards him, “You heard what Jensen said. ‘Get ready for the ride of your life.’ I just…I can’t go on that ride with you and I don’t want to be the thing that holds you back.”

Alex looked away, trying to find meaning in the whitecaps that crashed in the distance. Twice, he tried to speak, but nothing came out. The tightness had settled in his throat and there was no pushing it away this time.

“Alex…” Her hand was warm on his skin, her fingers curling around his forearm. “I don't want to lose you but…”

He refused to let her finish. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, kissing her words, and hopefully, her intent away. She fell against him, letting his hands calm her, his lips clear her concerns. They rolled together on the blanket, making love under the darkening sky, warmed by each other, chilled by the wind.

Alex couldn't let her go. They lay for a long while, her face buried in his neck, his arms wrapped around her tight. When the night air made her shiver, he released her with a kiss, but could not pull his eyes away. He had to make her hear him, had to make her stay.

“You can come with me, you know,” he said as she pulled on her shirt.

She smiled and shook her head. “So maybe we try it out. You're home for what, a few days a month?”

“Weekends,” he offered as he slipped his shorts back on.

“You know you'll be doing conventions soon as they get a look at you.” Her laugh was sweet but pain lay behind it. “Look,” she said, turning to take his hand. “I love you. I do. But things like this… you need to be free for a while and… I…”

Alex squeezed her hand between both of his and closed his eyes as if in prayer. “Please don't say it. Just... let me have tonight.”

The moon was out, and the night was cold. A blanket of thin gray clouds blocked the stars as Alex took the turns carefully, winding back around the mountain. He tried to keep his smile, tried to keep his mind and eyes on the road, but the hurt was deep. Every few minutes his gaze would drift to Y/N, and their eyes would meet, sharing a moment's hope before reality pulled them apart again.

He kept both hands on the wheel, afraid to let it go. Afraid to do anything but drive. He kept the window down, praying the wind would clear his head. There was nothing he could say, she'd made up her mind. Nothing he could do, she was already gone. The tiny velvet box burned like fire in his pocket; a plan gone to Hell.

Maybe he could try again, take some time, show her how serious he was. Maybe in a few weeks he could try again. Maybe if she saw how nothing had to change…

Y/N reached for him suddenly, and Alex loosened his grip on the wheel, closing his fingers around hers instead. When he looked over, she smiled, and he knew, somehow, that it wasn't truly over. He had to believe.

There were things he needed to say, things she needed to hear. But for now, all they had was the wind, their clasped hands, and that one last weekend.

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